Sexuality and an interest in sex are not solely the property of the young, as the author makes clear in this new novel of manners and morals.
The author's books are always founded on deeply human needs, for she knows and understands humanity. "We all wish that we could live the lives of angels," she said recently, "but, in the end, we must all live with the fact that we are human, and subject to all of humanity's frailties."
In her creation of this particular novel, the author starts with two boys stuck in the do-don't puzzle of puberty and sex, one of the most painful and terrifying periods in the life of a human male, when church, home, and state thunder "NO!" and old Mother Nature, in her most persuasive way, whispers, "Yes, my dear-it's all right Go ahead."
In this age-old impasse, something has to give. And as usual it is nature that wins.
The story is made more human and enjoyable by two older women, both of whom are at the age when sex means all to them and little to their husbands. There is a deep strain of parental love and risk, in which the two earthy women, both approaching middle age, show they care more for human feelings than for the standards of a hypocritical society.
But there is more to this story than the bridging of the generation gap by the direct route of lovely sex, freely given and joyously taken.
It is a story of the development of family love, of two young girls who willingly give what they have, one of them for her own hearty appetite for life, the other out of the tender spirit of helping her brother.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The kid with his eye glued to he hole in the bathroom door had a beautiful hard-on. He was only fourteen, but he was tall for his age, and his cock was in proportion.
He had it out and was gently stroking it, pulling the thick, creamy-white skin back until it seemed the red head would burst. Each time he did that, he felt a warming throb. But he was in no hurry to shoot his load, for he knew that the hot sight he was seeing would soon become hotter. The girl who was now drying her breasts would bend over to dry her feet, and he would see her thick lipped, hair covered cunt peeping out from between her ass globes. That was when he would shoot it.
His name was Mark Salinger. The girl was Carol Salinger, his sister, and she was two years older, with all the bouncy opulence one would expect from a mature sixteen year old.
Totally unconscious that she was being watched, the girl bent as gracefully as a ballet dancer to dry her calves and ankles. And, just as the boy knew it would, her fully developed cunt, its pink lining showing through the damp hairs on the thick outer lips, thrust itself out from between her buttocks as if it were a mouth, begging for a kiss.
But the boy did not increase the pressure or speed of his hand on his cock, for the young girl's plump, youthful hand appeared between her thighs, and the boy held his breath as he realized his sister was sticking her middle finger into the red, slobbering lips. Carol was trying to finger-fuck herself!
His hand rested lightly on his throbbing cock. Did girls really have the same brutish instincts that boys did. His mom never talked to him about the evils of masturbation, but he got it from the older boys' leader at the Y, and from Gil Jones, coach of the Junior Varsity football team. They put the practice down in the fiercest and most deadly warnings.
Not that it stopped Mark or his buddy Dave Meyer. They had heard that all boys jerked off, and nobody had any warts in the palm of his hand, or went crazy, or drooped around looking bloodless, which were supposed to be symptoms of masturbating.
He had seen pictures of women with their fingers in their cunts, and figured that if they were depraved enough to pose with everything showing, they wouldn't mind shoving a finger up a cunt to make the pictures wilder. But a nice girl like Carol! His own sister! It was incredible!
But the position was silly, and the girl knew it, for suddenly she stood straight up, her softly pretty face in a tense smile, and went to stand in front of the full-length mirror. And once again, excitement almost choked the boy, for he could see it all.
First, Carol held her cunt open, so that Mark could see the delicate pink of the lining. Her face was wistful, then fixed in an intense grin of savage lust as she slowly sank her longest finger back down her cuntal channel and into her steaming pussy. And, as she began to push and pull, Mark could see the finger come almost all the way out, shiny with some clear fluid from inside his sister's twat, and then slide back out of sight until it went in as far as it could go.
By now, he had gotten some of his breath control back, but he stroked his cock as gently as if he expected it to shoot any minute. But he judged, by the speed with which Carol's soft finger plunged in and slipped out that she was close to cumming, and had the choked feeling of wanting to cum simultaneously with her.
He noticed that her breasts, so full and soft, seemed much bigger than normal, and her nipples, usually a light brown, were dark and large and hard. He licked his lips nervously, wishing he could suck on them as he had seen guys doing in the colored photos that illustrated the magazines he and his pals read.
His neck was slightly strained from his position, for he had made the hole low enough so he could be sure to see the girl's cunt. But he had stood as he was, and now he felt it would soon be time to shoot his load of semen.
He heard the girl moan "OOOOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHH! SO GOOD!" as her finger raced in and out and her hips made a convulsive movement like fucking, and then saw her entire body seem to go slack, while a red tide of blood flushed over neck and face and breasts. But still he did not cum.
He waited a moment, then saw the girl slowly withdraw her dripping finger, a contented smile on her face, and put it to her lips. She waved it under her nose, inhaling deeply, still with that pleased and dreamy look on her face, then ran her long, pink tongue out and gratefully dripped the cuntal dew off her finger. And this was too much for the overwrought boy.
His grip tightened on his hard staff, and he fucked into his hand furiously for perhaps two seconds. Then the surging joy of a hard cum shook him ... and he shot the load of rich cream all over the door he faced, the door with the peephole.
Mark continued to watch for another full minute and then, when it became obvious that the show was over, used his dirty underwear to mop the thick, opaque cum juice off the door. He tossed the cum-wet shorts on his bed, then began to dress, shaking his head and muttering as he recalled the-marvelous sight of his chaste older sister, frigging her cunt with her finger.
Son of a bitch, he thought Was that ever a hot sight! JEE-ZUSS! Finger out of sight in old pussy, jamming around. And then smelling it and sucking it! Wow!
He smelled the fork of his right end, wondering if a girl's cunt smell was anything like that from under his foreskin. There was certainly something hot about his own smell, and he thought it must be the same with girls.
And those titties, his mind reeled, as he pulled on his slacks. Did they ever look big after she blew her nuts! Baby! Next time I see her boobs swelled up, and see those nipples sticking out like a thumb, I'll know she's hot!
When he was dressed, he went out and mounted his little motor scooter, and started for David Meyer's home, not far away.
David Meyer was the same age as Mark Salinger, and they had known each other for some years. Like most other pubescent boys, they talked about sex much of the time, and their minds and their mouths were constantly filled with brightly colored images of girls and women, naked and juicy. Neither had ever been fucked, although they kept telling each other about the chances they had had, and why had let them slip away.
The only naked women they had ever seen, and that would be in brief flashes, for the most part, was their mothers. So, naturally, when he was alone and jerking off, Mark thought of mother, so voluptuous, friendly, and soft. Very much like Carol, athough mama had bigger tits, and more hair on her cunt.
And David thought of his mother, the bold, dashing, rather chubby woman who, like June Salinger, was earthy and unafraid. She was no nudist, nor was she a prude, so she never minded that David frequently saw her as naked as a jaybird's ass, cunt and all. When he had been a baby, she had answered all his questions matter-of-factly, so he felt easy about her.
About his little sister, Dave Meyer wasn't so sure. She was a wild little kid, and he felt she was out to embarrass him and his pal Mark. She was ten years old, nearly eleven, and in that semi-tropical climate, she had ripened early. She had small bud-breasts, mostly nipple and aureole, and a few straggling black hairs on her fat little pussy. Her body was like that of a tiny woman, since the plumpness of her legs and thighs and buttocks made her seem strangely mature.
But it was in her mind rather than in her body that she was so grown up. Boldly, and in the plainest of language, she asked both Mark and David to remove her from the list of unfucked virgins. And, when they only laughed at her, she was baok again the next day, begging to be fucked.
Now, chugging along to the Meyer home, Mark thought more seriously of the little girl. Nancy was growing up, no doubt about it. She didn't have tits like Carol, but she didn't have little pinpoint nipples like a ten year old boy either. And her fat little ass and her cute thighs, when you thought of it, really made her look like a grown woman, scaled down.
He had recovered from his orgasm, and now his cock pressed on the warm, stretchy seat of the little motor scooter, he felt so good that he was getting another hard-on. And why not? Just thinking of his older sister and her gorgeous naked body, her wantonness in jerking herself off right before his popping eyes, kept him at a high pitch of sexual excitement.
He went into the Meyer home as confidently as he would have into his own, and went up to Dave's room. When he didn't find his pal, he looked out the widow at the Meyers' big old barn, and saw that the upstairs window was open.
"He's up there now, probably beating his meat," Mark whispered to himself in rare good nature. "I'll surprise him."
He let himself into the barn quietly, sure he could hear some rustling in the loose hay in the loft, and on noiseless feet he ascended the fixed ladder nailed against the wall to the loft.
He hauled himself easily into the big open space where loose hay was piled, and saw Nancy, Dave's little sister. What made it so interesting was that Nancy had her dress up and her panties off. and her almost hairless little cunt was out in the open.
Mark stood still, his breath faster because of his climb up the ladder, and looked at the girl sitting with her ass bare. His excitement from the vision of his own sister was still with him as he said slowly, "Hello, Nan. Did you know your dress was up?"
The girl looked at him scornfully. "Of course I know it's up," she said crossly. "I pulled it up. To give my pussy a chance to cool off. Why, don't you like it?"
He was amazed. Usually, this little chick was aggressive, teasing him as well as her brother for a fuck. Now, she seemed to be angry, and he wanted to conciliate her. But he wanted, all of a sudden, to get a close-up look at her fat little cunt. Perhaps it didn't have much hair on it, but it certainly looked fat and warm, and he could see the glistening pink lining, just as he had with Carol.
He sat down by her, his smile conciliatory. "Don't be mad," he said. "I'm looking for Dave. Have you seen him?"
The small girl sniffed. "No, I haven't," she snapped. Then, like quicksilver, she changed and began laughing at him.
"I'm not mad at you, Markie," she said. "I was just up here hiding out from mom. Listen, Dave's not here, and I know he's what keeps you from doing what I want." She humped her shapely young ass up and down. "I was just teasing. Look, why won't you fuck me?"
The boy, his hard-on still bulging out of his slacks, felt his face burn. This little kid, a hundred times bolder than he, always made him feel awkward. But today, something had happened, something that had made a great change in Mark's life. He had imagined what that hot, juicy cunt would smell like, and he knew it would be something like the humid folds of his foreskin. And now, he had a chance to find out.
He did not look the child in the eye, but he got down on his knees just in front of her and said, "Yesterday you wanted me to look at your pussy. Do you still want that? Because I'll do it!"
The young girl immediately lay flat on her back, her chubby thighs spread wide. A hint of the smell he had imagined came up to Mark's nostrils as the girl's fat little split popped open.
"Get on your hands and knees," she said. "Or your elbows and' knees. Then you can see it better. Do you want me to hold it open for you? OOOOOOOHHHHHH! This is so good of you, Markie! Can you see it all right?"
He reached down to try and straighten out his stiff cock, which seemed to be bent against his thigh, most uncomfortably.
"I'll get around and look at it from up above," he said, kneeing his way around, giving him the opportunity to try and relieve the pressure on his dick. "Wow! It sure looks juicy! And red on the inside."
"I've been playing with it," the young girl answered with amazing candor. "But Mark, I get so hot! And nobody's willing to take me seriously. OOOOOHHHH! Could you stick a finger in it? Just a little way? It might make me cum."
If it had not been for the heat that his sister had generated in him, it is almost a certainity that Mark would have gotten up and left. After all, Dave was his pal. Dave wouldn't fuck Nancy. What would Dave think if he, Mark, stuck it in her. But he thought, ,Oh hell, only a finger. That can't hurt, and tentatively thrust his middle finger into that vein-reddened pudding of soft flesh, feeling it sink warmly into wet, slick folds of membrane as it went out of sight. It was tight, and he moved it in and out to see if the girl felt it, just as he had seen his sister do.
He was on his knees, his elbows on either side of Nancy's young body, and he could smell the thick, rich, throat-clogging aroma that swirled up from that infant but maturing cunt.
There was a feeling as if someone were fooling with his dick, but he was too absorbed in sight and smell and feel for it to make any difference. His nose and mouth were now only about six inches from where his finger was getting a warm bath of cunt oil, and he was unconsiciously swallowing spit and licking his lips.
He was so shaken by his desire to start sucking on her smooth, sparsely haired little snatch that he closed his eyes, and in that moment he felt something warm on the head of his prick.
He hastily opened his eyes and looked back under his belly, and saw the ultimate in surprises. This tiny girl, ten years old, had his cock in her rosebud mouth and was trying to swallow it.
He pushed her away and rolled back on his side, but she followed like a hungry trout pursuing a fly. Somehow, she seemed to get her mouth on his dick rather than that his tool went into her throat, and it was too much for the unschooled boy. He felt the surge of power and feeling in his loins, the sharp sense of joy in the head of his sensitive cock, and was burned with excitement when he realized he was shooting off into Nancy's mouth.
Somehow, she had thrown her own body across his chest, and her young cunt was open, right at his chin. He was never sure just how it happened, but it seemed the most natural thing in the world to try and suck all the juice out of the young girl's cunt, just as she was sucking the juice out of him.
He was too engrossed in his own excitement to hear her cry of delight, but he was aware of her body's movements as she hammered her bursting, juicing young cunt up and down on his lips.
That smell he had wondered about and that taste were as strong and beautiful as he imagined. And this close up, he could see the small, dark hairs a quarter of an inch long, that gave a postdated promise of her imminent womanhood.
After their very grown-up orgasm, they lay calmly for a while, but he could feel Nancy still sucking gently on his prick. And he ran his tongue lightly around her vaginal sphincter, the tip of his tongue straying into the slackened hole that had been so tight on his finger.
There was a trickle of clear, thick juice running out of that hole, and he drank it boldly, knowing it was the right thing to do. He enjoyed the warmth and smoothness of her plump young thighs on his cheeks, and the thick and arousing scent that came from her sweated crotch.
After they got more or less back to normal, the young girl held Mark's head on her breasts and said excitedly, "Look! They're Bigger! Oh God, Mark! Look at them!"
She pulled her blouse open and he saw her young titties at close range for the first time. They were, in fact, larger than he remembered from some casual glances when she had stooped over, and the nipples were, as Carol's had been, much larger.
It was only then that he fully realized what had occurred-that he had participated in a genuine, grownup sex act, and that he had made this girl cum, just as she had made him shoot his load. The thought made him hold her to him and kiss her fiercely, and now, for the first time, he knew what it felt like to have a girl's tongue thrust into his mouth.
While they tongued each other, the girl ran her soft hand down to his groin, and he felt its warmth and gentleness on the thick foreskin of his cock. He clutched one of her small breasts, getting the hard nipple between his fingers, and felt Nancy's body heave convulsively against his.
"You're not sorry, are you, Markie?" he heard the husky young voice whisper. "It wasn't your fault. I made you do it, and I'll never tell. She kissed him again, multiple small kisses on the cheek and chin and nose and lips, tenderly holding his cock. "What I wish, she said desperately," is that you'd fuck me! I mean it! Really fuck me, get your big, lovely cock deep into me and shoot your load in my cunt! OOOOOOHHHHHH!"
He felt down across her smoothly rounded belly, and got his finger into the warmth and juiciness of cunt once again.
This time, the girl humped her strong young body up and he could feel pressure on his finger as she shook and groaned and fought for breath.
When she stopped moaning, she kissed him again, and said, "What a man! You made me cum again!"
He was thrilled and made larger in his own mind by this thought, but he sat up and began to close his zipper. When the girl cried out and thrust her face into his lap, he let her get his softening cock into her mouth and suck it, while she fondled his balls. It was while he was enjoying this that a thought struck him-time was passing, and the more of it that passed, the closer it brought his pal Dave.
In spite of little Nancy's loud objections, then, he pushed her off his dick, shoved her away, and got his fly closed.
"You'd better fasten your blouse too, baby," he grinned. "And get your panties back on."
He was still excited when he straddled his motor scooter and chugged off toward home. This event had been a big thing, but there was an emptiness to it too. For the first time, he had experienced something he couldn't share with his pal Dave. He had never heard of post coital depression, but he felt it now, in spite of the deep and man-like joy he had received through that small girl.
When he got home, he went straight to his old tree house, a ramshackle structure a few feet off the ground in a big, twisted myoporum tree. He had loved it so when he had been a small boy, and now he used it when he wanted to be alone. To think, as it happened. But his mother didn't know.
She saw him from her upstairs bedroom and knew that he was upset by the way he moved about.
As earthy and maternal as she was. June Salinger had known for some time that her son was deep into the frightening scene of the so-called puberty. She longed to help him, but felt it was a father's place. And Harry was of no use whatever. Harry! Away from home most of the time, remote and cool when he was at home.
"No wonder I suffer from hot pants," June whispered, her ire rising as she thought of Harry's sexual indifference. A pang of heat and need struck in her vagina as she thought of her husband, and she angrily shook it off.
With the thought in her mind that they both needed help, June went downstairs and directly to the tree where the ramshackle structure shielded her boy.
As it happened, he was over his momentary thought of what he had done to the young Meyer girl, and his blood was once again running hot as he thought of this morning-seeing his sister desperately fashioning a secret sex life for herself, and eating a ten year old girl's pussy.
"And she sucked me off," he muttered to himself, stroking his prick, which had once again swollen to the level just below an authentic hard-on. He ran his zipper down and took out his cock to examine and admire it, but his mother, quietly surveying the scene, thought he planned to masturbate. So she spoke without thinking, spoke softly but firmly in the silence.
"No, baby," she said, her heart in her voice. "No, you don't have to do that."
As he leaped in startled surprise, his mother spoke again, "Don't worry, honey! Your mother knows what you're going through. Come on in the house, where we can talk."
He rolled over to let himself down from the tree structure, and saw, in the scoop neck of his mom's house dress, her gorgeous titties, so big and firm. So much like Carol's, but bigger. And now he saw that they were flushed, and that her nipples were swelling. Had someone been fooling with them?
They went into the house hand in hand, and he was aware that his heart was pounding. This was the woman he most often visualized when he jerked off. This was the only mature cunt he had seen until Carol began to grow up.
She marched him straight up to her bedroom, and then, with a catch in her voice, she said, "I know what boys in puberty do, and how many hard questions there are. Do you think about, uh, sex very often?"
The boy saw a glimmer of light. He had not been afraid of punishment. His mom was too kind for that. But a young kid, caught by a parent while in the act of masturbating, would have to feel uncomfortable, to say the least. But he recognized the tone of sympathy in his mother's voice, and he could smell, all around them, the same smell that rose from little Nancy's cunt.
So, all he said was, "Yes, mom. Yes, I can't seem to help it. I think about it all the time."
His mother closed her eyes. She had asked and he had answered.
She tried to think of what her next question should be, and was too flustered. Instead of speaking, she put her arms around the boy and mashed him against her breats. He made some sort of half step, and they awkwardly fell on the bed.
When they fell, June's skirt came up, and Mark was able to see that she was not wearing any panties. Instinctively, he put his hand on the dry bush of light brown hair on his mother's cunt, and she pulled his face dwon to hers. "That's what I think about, mom," he said in a whisper. "That-and these," and he stroked her big, firm breasts.
"I know," his mother whispered. "All boys of your age think about sex a lot. Can I help you in any way."
You could suck me off, the boy thought hotly. Or let me stick it in your cunt. But his bravery was almost all used up.
But nature drove him to grasp at what he could. "You could let me look at you," he said shyly. "I've never seen a naked lady from close up".
June shivered. To get naked, to let her son's young mind inflame itself over the warm and earthy beauties of her body! This was an odd service for a mother to extend to her son, but she thought, Why not? If it will help him, give him some facts instead of the mysteries of woman.
She sat up and began to tug at her house dress, and asked, "Well, what do you think? Am I all right?"
The young boy saw that her nipples were larger and seemingly harder than Carol's had been, and he said, touching one nipple with finger, "Is it all right for to suck this?"
The woman, out of the shock of getting naked, and feeling warm and expansive, answered, "You certainly may. But let me tell you this ... the breasts are one of woman's principal erotic zones."
Strangely enough, some of his secret reading had given him this information in detail, so he asked, "Does that mean you'll get hot if I suck your boobs?
She blushed. "Well, yes, that's what it means. But aren't you the smart boy to know that."
He barely heard her. The blood was making a humming sound in his ears and his cock, hard as a rock, was giving him the same discomfort he had felt with young Nancy. But this was his mom, and she had seen his pecker ten thousand times.
So he asked, "Is it all right if I undress too. This," and he pointed at the rising lump in his slacks, "is killing me.
"Poor baby!" his mother exclaimed. "Of course-I'm so sorry! Let me help you."
There was some unspoken agreement, apparently, that all his clothes were concerned, for his mother undressed the boy quickly, then pulled him down beside her.
"What do you want to do?" she asked unsteadily. "You said you wanted to see me naked. Do you want to look? You know what I mean. Do you want to look at me here?" and she pointed toward her cunt.
Remembering the closeup he had of Nancy's childish pussy, and the good view he had had of Carol's, he was thrilled.
"Yes, ma'am," he said boldly. I want to look, and I want to feel. Is it all right?"
"MMMMMMMMM!" June groaned. Each step of this was taking her further from the purpose, which had been simply to give Mark a parent-to-child sex lesson. But she could not back out.
To her surprise, when she croaked out a "Yes!" to his request, instead of getting between her thighs, Mark got on elbows and knees with his hips about even with her shoulders. His hard prick looked enormous from this angle, and she sucked in her breath with a sighing sound. Also she could smell the gamy aromas of his crotch, which sent her cunt heat soaring.
His fingers sought the inside of her strong thighs, and she obediently opened them so that he could see her cunt. She, too, was breathing fast and unevenly, her heart thudding in her body.
She felt him part the hair and hold the fat outer lips back, and a nervous little quake of cum-fire seared her. His naked body, where it touched hers, was amazingly sweet and sexy, and her hand unconsciously moved to take his balls in a feather light touch. His body quivered and he hunched as though fucking, and June groaned again as she felt his breath on the insides of her twat.
His cock was now aimed so that it was almost up to where her left breast lolled on her rib cage, and the woman, in a gesture of heat, let go his balls and lifted the heavy titty until its nipple touched the distended red head of Mark's peter. And now, as he had done with her, she put her hand between his thighs and urged him with a push to straddle her face.
He understood, too, and quickly moved to get his right knee across her mouth, so that his cock was almost exactly above her open, hungering mouth. His nose came closer to her opened cunt, too, and now he got the full flavor of the richness of aroma that rises from a mature cunt in full heat. He could see the juice shining on the inner lips, see the network of surface veins filled with blood, and it made his cock jump with need. Twice he had cum in the last two or three hours, but he was strong, healthy teenager, and his nuts were busy, filling themselves with semen.
At the same time, she flung her shapely arms over her boy's rump and pulled him down so that her face nestled in his crotch, between his hard, cock and his pinkly wrinkled asshole.
She could feel his cock pressed against first one breast and then the other, and was so hot and so absorbed in her orgasm that she did not try to capture the swollen prick in her mouth.
Later, she would moan, "Why did I miss that chance?" but for now, feeling as if her cunt were turning inside out from the suction, she was content to feel his jism squirting out in a hot and copious stream, shooting all over her tits and belly.
And the boy, his own head reeling from this unexpected reality, felt that fucking his mother's breasts was better than anything he has ever known.
He must have come a good deal, because June almost took a bath in it.
"You're quite a man, baby," she said in good humored pride. "I had no idea a boy your age could cum so much. Are you ashamed of me for doing this? Don't be. A woman has sexual needs, too, and sometimes they get the best of her."
They rolled on the bed, laughing, and June, her natural openness restored, held his face and kissed him on the lips.
"I never thought this could happen," she whispered, "but I'm glad it did. Every mother wants to understand her sons, and I don't see how it's possible unless they share this great gift. Oh, Mark baby, I hope this hasn't spoiled your love for me."
He was quick to kiss her, and he instinctively said exactly the right thing, "It makes me feel easier around you, now that I know you understand me and aren't mad at me. I love you all the more!"
She pulled him to her breast and ran her smooth hands down his back to feel his young balls, to pet him.
"This started out to be a lesson in sex," June laughed "But it got out of hand. But you get your lesson now.Get down there and open my pussy, or whatever you want to call it. We're going to talk like friends, not like mother and son."
The boy laughed and said, "Thanks, mom! I know this was accidental, but I guess I was too hot also. Why did you cum so quick? I barely touched you."
"Look up at the top of my split," she said. "Right there, under that overhang of hairy flesh, is my clitoris. You may not be able to see it, because clits hide after an orgasm. That's like the head of your darling-filled with the nerves that make you shoot that cream out. Did you know that?"
"Well, in a way," he said. "I read about it, and one guy at school had a diagram from a medical book. But this is better, and more fun too."
She had him examine her cunt thoroughly, asking him to put his fingers here and there, telling him what felt good, and what were the less sensitive areas.
She explained why a woman's breasts were a part of her fuck system, and how manipulating or sucking them sent streaks of fuck heat down to the sensitive pussy.
It was so interesting that he almost got another hard-on, but June, now a bit shy over what had happened, refused to see it, and they soon dressed. But Mark couldn't forget the sweetness and heat of mother's body. Nor could she forget!
CHAPTER TWO
It was inevitable that Carol would sooner or later discover the peephole into the bathroom that she and Mark shared. It had three doors, one into the hall and one into each bedroom, and she had always been careful to latch the two doors other than her own when she used the room.
It was nearly dark, and since all she wanted to do was to urinate, she had not even turned on the light in the bath, so she sat in semi-darkness, waiting for the pee to start.
It was then that she heard her brother come into his room and, since he had forgotten to hang a dark shirt over his peephole, she immediately saw the telltale gleam of light.
She had always been crazy about this young brother of hers. When she was four and he was two, she had felt very maternal toward him. The feeling persisted until the last couple of years when he had, for some reason, taken to locking the bathroom door which had never been locked, and had become preoccupied with things he could not, or would not, share with her. But she accepted all this as a part of growing up, and still loved him.
She wiped the few clinging drops of moisture from her tender pussy, and walked on bare feet to the place where the light gleamed out. Her shock was profound but not unpleasant.
There, in the center of the well-lighted room, stood Mark, just stepping out of his shorts and slacks, and she was amazed at the manly size of his cock.
Carol was a shy girl, but she was not stupid and she ws not uninterested in sex. On the contrary, she had a very hot set of ovaries, a clit that was as sensitive as a man's penis, and a total realization that some day, somehow, she would meet a man who would break her in to sex gently and firmly. Who this bold and gallant prince would be, she had never visualized-but she knew that the average men and boys she knew would frighten her.
She had her share of hidden sex magazines, too, just as most normal young people do, and she had always been keenly interested in those things that appear so small and soft, and suddenly become big and hard, hard enough to penetrate a girl's vagina.
She had seen her little brother's penis a thousand times in their life. Indeed, when they were little, they had experimented when mama was away from home, pulling and poking at each other's "little thing" and, on occasion, even sucking on them. That, of course, had been a long time ago, and Carol's face burned with teat as she thought of it now.
But she was faint with desire to feel that big cock again as big as those models in the magazines, it looked like to her. Could all this happen in so few years? Sure, Mark had grown tall as he got into puberty, but did all boys have such cocks?
She watched in fascination, but here was something touching, too, in such a young boy having to face the fears and responsibilities of grown-up sexual desires.
But, when Mark began to draw the thick, smooth foreskin back over the red head of his cock, and push it back to cover it, she realized she was seeing the counterpart of what she had done with her cunt this morning. She had never believed it was physically weakening to masturbate, but for some reason, she could not permit her little brother to waste his seed on the floor.
She had undressed before she went to the bathroom, but she did not think of this as she flung the door open, startling the boy half out of his mind, and ran to him.
As soon as he felt her warm, smooth body against his own, and realized it was his sister, his fright disappeared, but his cock began to soften.
"Oh, my dear, my baby brother," Carol half sobbed. "Don't do this lonesome thing to yourself. Oh, Markie, let me help you!"
They moved toward his bed and he put his arms around the warmth and smoothness of Carol's body, his courage all at once renewed as he realized that another of his fantasies had materialized.
"You want to help me?" he asked incredulously. "You know what I was doing. You want to help me jerk off?"
Carol blushed furiously, but kept her eyes on him. "I know why boys do that," she said. "And men. It's because they don't have a woman to, uh, do that other thing with, and listen, don't you be a smart aleck when someone's trying to help."
She hid her face on his shoulder and whispered, "Maybe we could help each other."
For some reason, she laughed, and both of them felt better.
"I mean, you can tell me things I don't know, and maybe I could tell you things that you don't know."
"Like what?" the boy demanded.
His sister pushed at him playfully. "Like where I feel the best, she said. "The places in my, uh, vagina where I have the sharpest erotic feelings."
"If I even looked at you there," he teased. "I'd probably shoot off all over you. Would you like that?"
The girl responded eagerly. "You mean you'd ejaculate your semem on me?" she asked. "Oh my Golly, that would be wonderful!"
"Okay, Mark answered. "I'll look, and maybe I'll feel a little, and you can tell me if I'm onto the right places."
She opened her rounded thighs to him joyfully, getting up on her elbows to see what he did. When he parted the hair and the big lips, releasing that marvelous cuntal aroma, Carol put her hand on his head. She was sweating from the heat that came from her genitals, and her breasts began to swell.
"I can't shoot anything," she said tautly, "but I'm about to have an orgasm. Uh, I mean, about to cum. That what you call it?"
The boy was spreading her cunt lips more more, trying as a lighter pink, and that the other lips had less hair, they were the same, he thought. But he remembered what his mother had told him about the clitoris, and he bent and put his mouth on the little bud that seemed to throb like a heartbeat under the smooth membrane around it.
He was not surprised by Carol's reaction.
Her strong, rounded thighs flew up and locked over his head, and her ass flew up and down as if she were fucking. In spite of the warm, smooth thighs over his ears, he could dimly hear her.
"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!" she screamed. "AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE! OH GOD, MARKIE! OH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He released her cunt from his lips and shoved her legs down.
"That was it," he said, grinning. "And we do call it cumming. What do you call it?" She took his face between her hands and kissed him deeply, doing something she had read about but never had done, running her slick, strong tongue deep into his mouth.
"Oh, Buzzie!" she cried, using her baby name for him. "That was so beautiful! Now you see why I wanted to help you? I wanted you to help me! I'm just a silly, old-maid type who's too scared to do anything with a stranger! MMMMMMM! You're wonderful!"
She lay on her side and took his hard cock in her hand, moving it back and forth. "Do you want to stick this in me?" she asked. "Would you if I begged you?
Once again, Mark was astounded by what women will do when they want cock. Little Nancy, sure, she was just a dumb kid, and hot as a firecracker. But his mom-she was just as hot. And just as crazy, when it came to sex. She hadn't really wanted to do what she had done, he thought. But sexual heat persuaded her. In his heart and mind, he smiled at this new knowledge, reinforced by what Carol was doing. Begging him-him begging him-to fuck her!
He looked up at her, grinning.
"Mom's gone to a movie with Aunt Betty," he said. "She won't be back for a couple of hours. We're safe if we want to do it!"
She laid a warm hand on his naked arm. "Please," she asked, "I know I'm an awful ninny, but I want to do this like anyone else. Don't say 'do it.' Talk the way that guys and girls talk when they," and she giggled, "do it.
I know you're probably as innocent-or ignorant-as I am. But you know you know these words, I'm sure."
"You mean you want us to fuck," he said, and blushed. "You want me to stick my prick in your, uh, your cunt, right?"
The girl flinched, but looked at him directly. "There," she said, "that's more like it. OOOOO OHHHH H! BUZZIE, I feel so hot!"
Her softly formed body writhed on the bed, and she suddenly spread her thighs and grabbed at his prick.
"Come on!" she cried. "Give it to me! Stick it in me!"
The boy hesitated for a second. This was heavy, he thought. After all, it was accidental that he had let Nancy suck his cock. And with mom ... well, that had been just a step from jerking off. But this called for something more real, more frightening. Still, he could not tell her. He had tried a thousand times to imagine what a girl's cunt would feel like, holding and squeezing his dick, and now he would know.
"Come on," his sister implored. "Fuck me!"
He kneed his way between her thighs, and she held on to his hard prick as if she were fearful of losing it.
He had a moment of fear-"Will God strike me dead for doing' this?" almost spoken aloud. And then he found a hard, realistic spark of courage. And he knew-she really was afraid, just as she had said. Except, of course, with him, her baby brother. So it wouldn't, couldn't be wrong. He would be doing her a favor.
He shivered with sensuality as he put his hands on the bed near his sister's beautiful shoulders, with the throbbing red head of his cock only an inch or two from the dripping, pink entry into her cunt. He was only a green kid, but he had all those lascivious pictures for comparison, and he knew that none of those wanton women in the fuck books was as beautiful as Carol.
The strong, healthy smell of a clean, hot pussy swirled up to his nostrils, and he whispered hoarsely, "Stick it in, Carol baby .Just like you would with your finger."
He felt the heat of her cunt as she tremblingly guided the head into her tightness, and thought for a moment that he might cum on the outside, shooting it all over her belly and cunt hair.
He did not know, specifically, that he had a larger-than-average penis, but he did know that his sister's cunt hole was very tight. Like the child Nancy and his mother, Carol was plentifully supplied with the rich, clear cuntal oozing which is nature's lubricant, and he slipped into a looser, warmer place, where at least he would not spill his load too quickly.
He was concentrating on not cumming, his eyes half shut, but he could tell that his sister was far more relaxed then he, and then he saw that tears were squeezing out of her eyes.
It touched his small-boy sense of responsibility, and he said, Don't cry, sis. Do you want me to take it out." Her answer was spontaneous.
Those soft, warm thighs that had clutched his head now rose to enfold his body around his waist, and she kissed him on the mouth and nose and chin repeatedly.
"No, you big silly," she said hoarsely. "It's just so wonderful that I can hardly stand it, that's all. Am I all right for you? Does it feel good to you? Oh Buzzie, you're so big! I never had an idea it would feel so good!"
His confidence grew, and he drew out a few inches, then sank his cock into those softly lubricated folds of warmth and joy.
"You're wonderful too, sis," he choked. I never did this before, so maybe I don't know so much, but I know your're sweet and beautiful and hot and tight. How does this feel?" And again he pulled out and rammed back, this time sinking all his prick into Carol's elastic vagina, and striking something hard with it.
"OOOFF!" his sister groaned, and then giggled. "You're so big and long, I think you've hit bottom," she said.
She fucked back at him, slowly raising her strong body so that he felt as if her cunt were squeezing his dick out of her, only to let it slip easily back when she relaxed again.
She hugged him hard, and whispered. I think I know what it is you're hitting, Markie. It must be my cervix-that's the opening to my uterus, my womb. Oh, baby brother, you're some kind of man!" being squeezed out by two thick, slobbery lips, and then being sucked back in.
He felt his naked body in full contact with the girl's, her ripe breasts squeezed between them, the firm, smooth flesh of her thighs along his flanks. But first and foremost, he felt the delightful pressures from her young cunt muscles, which were now doing some sort of slippery dance up and down his pole of meat. But he wanted more.
He locked his mouth on hers, again trying that strangely lovely contact of squirming tongue on squirming tongue, and reached his hands under his sister's beautiful buttocks.
As he pressed into the softly yielding firmness of her flesh, his fingers were aware of the sprinkling of curly hairs around her asshole, the slickness of pussy juice, and the immediate answer given by the fuck nerves in her strong young body.
"OOOOO OHHHHH! OH! BUZZIE BABY! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMM MMMM!"
She was screaming, and her cries of love and joy rang sweetly in his ears, but his own cum juice had mobilized in his nuts and was now blasting its way down through his tubes to spew and spray into the tightly convoluted layers of muscle and membrane inside the hot and tender young vagina.
Carol was still moaning after the final gust of orgasm burned out in her relaxed cunt.
"OH, BUZZIE, MY DARLING! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I'VE BEEN SO SILLY! OOOOO OOOHH HHHHH!" She fucked up once more at his young cock, still hard and thrillingly hot inside her, and her bare arms settled around his body, her warm hands reaching down to press his body even closer to her own throbbing loins.
He was flushed and excited. This was the greatest. He knew now that women existed with the same ideas as men did-to fuck and be fucked. Some might not be open to him, people like, well, like his mother's friends, or even many of the girls in his class at school. But they all, in his new opinion.-loved to fuck, unless they were mysteriously ill. Or badly mixed up.
He hugged Carol in a manly way, and kissed her hotly, his tongue sweeping deep into her mouth. He rolled off of her, and watched as his opaquely white semen oozed out of the tender lips of her cunt.
She smiled at him tenderly, stroking the hair back off his sweated brow, and whispered, "Did I bleed any?"
He suddenly remembered his sister's unquestioned virginity, and solicitously asked, "Did I hurt you? Did I maybe break your, uh, whatchacallem?"
She kissed him again, "my maidenhead, silly," she replied. "I wouldn't have much left, you know. I've had my fingers up me, almost to my wrist. And hairbrush handles, and carrots warmed in a basin of hot water." She giggled. "I just wondered, that's all."
He leaned down between those splendid thighs, and saw drops of bright blood mixed with the pearly white jism.
"It's there!" he said excitedly. "There's a little blood! Oh goddammit, sis, this is so great! Look, get your legs apart and lift your knees back. I want that blood!"
She knew what he wanted, and her heart started beating faster as she got her knees back against her swollen breasts, lifting the full, soft spread of her beautiful young ass to point at the ceiling.
With a moan of satisfaction, the boy used his thumbs to spread the young cunt wide open, the inner lips bathed in his cum, decorated with flecks of bright blood.
He laid his mouth, wide open, over the sweet spread of pussy flesh, and gently sucked and licked all that he could get into his mouth. The flavor was the same as mom's and little Nancy's, not quite so pungent, but having a delicately gamy flavor. His cum juice, a taste and texture he knew well from having gulped down many a fistful, only added richness to the cuntal feast.
His sister's thighs now squeezed lovingly against his head, but when he put his drooling mouth over her dripping fuck hole, and sucked as hard as he could, her legs gripped him in a sharp reflex of physical heat and desire.
"OH, GOODNESS! OH, BUZZIE! IT FEELS SO GOOD! TURN ME INSIDE OUT, BABY! SUCK ME HARDER!"
When he had drained her dry, Carol let her legs down around Mark's body, and locked her heels over his back.
"Why don't you come up and kiss me, darling?" She asked tenderly. Let me know what a complete fuck taste like."
While they were kissing, she reached across her pumped-up breasts to stroke his cock and balls, delighting in the stickiness of their combined cum fluids on his still swollen shaft.
Her voice was strained and eager as she said, "Markie, my dear, if I ask a stupid question, you won't laugh at me, will you? Or if I ask you something you don't believe in, will you just tell me 'no' and not be mad?"
"I could never be mad at you, sis," the boy responded. "Go ahead, ask whatever you want to."
Her warm hand gave his wet prick a squeeze.
"I've heard-in fact, I've seen pictures of it-that some girls take their lovers' dickies into their mouths to love them. I know girls at school who claim they give their boy friends what they call a blowjob. Do girls really do these things? And do guys let them? And do they like it?" Her voice was small and meek.
Mark was overjoyed.
"It's all right, sis," he said. "Maybe not all people do it," and he thought of his mom, who hadn't taken his cock in her chops while he was cumming, but who had licked it later. "But," he added, "I know that almost every girl does it, at one time or another. Do you want to do that to me?"
"Oh Lordy, Buzz," Carol answered fervently, "I think it would surely be nice. Anyhow, you sucked me." She giggled. "Why do I have such a hard time saying a simple four-letter word? You sucked my cunt, didn't you? And now, I'm going to suck your sweet big peter."
She arranged her lovely body in a marvelous position, one bent arm across her little brother's belly, and took his lolling cock delicately between her thumb and forefinger.
She began at its base, licking up, as a child licks an ice cream cone. When her pink tongue reached the head, she took it in her mouth, frowning in concentration, but when the plum-shaped morsel of smooth red flesh was in her mouth, she had a look of wonder and delight on her pretty face.
She bobbed her head up and down, the motion making her curls shake, and took the glistening tool out of her mouth to smile at Mark.
"Oh , Markie," she whispered, "it's so sweet! So soft and tender, such a lovely flavor. I don't see why all girls don't do this all the time!"
She plunged her head back down on the nodding prick, which now began to reawaken from the wetly warm caresses.
"It sure feels good to me too, sis," the boy replied. He remembered now that young Nancy's mouth had been so eager, and he had been so close to popping his nuts, that he had not had the time or opportunity to enjoy it as he now did.
He placed his hands on his sister's cheeks, sunken from the suction she was putting on it, and moved her head back and forth, getting an even more delightful rub from her teeth, her tongue, even the roof of her mouth. But he got something else.
He could see all of delectable body, and her round and shapely thighs were together. From their juncture with the base of her belly, a handful of light brown curly hair stood out, now drying after it had been wet with semen. He put a hand between these softly muscled thighs, working it into the still sweating area until his fingers met the living lips of her cunt.
When he gently pried inside them, into their tender and moist folds, the girl seemed to understand that he was making a request, and opened her thighs by moving the top leg back. He now worked one finger into the warm folds, finding the flow of juice just inside her tight little opening.
She immediately took the hardening cock out of her mouth, and said, "You mean we can, uh, suck each other at the same time? I know that's a silly question-I've seen seen pictures of it. But are you willing to do it to me, suck my cunt, I mean?" Her sweet face blossomed into a blush, but she kept her eyes on ms iace.
"I'm more than willing," he said confidently, wondering at the strange ways of females, especially girls like his sister. So timid, yet such tigresses when their fears were allayed by having a familiar face stuck into their pussies. Virginal, yet so hot that they sizzled. Shy, yet willing to brave anything, even being made fun of, to consummate some sex idea like going down on a guy.
She kissed him right on the tip of his cock, and said, "All right, tell me where I get so we can do this."
He patted her on her left leg, and said, Just sort of get up on your hands and knees. Put this leg across my face. Then we move around until your pussy is just over my mouth."
Her sensitive inner labia, exposed by the wide spread of her cuntal area, quivered as Mark's hot breath warmed them. She felt a ticklish crawl all along her fuck nerves, and leaped a little as the boy's mouth tentatively kissed her open pussy.
In the mirror, she could see the lascivious sight, her own naked body crouched over her brother as though she Were going to eat him, and she smiled, thinking, I'm eating his cock, and I'll soon be swallowing his cum.
The spread of cunt lips above him, in such a close-up position, charged the boy with eagerness and excitement. He believed he still tasted stray drops of jism when he first kissed that rosy cluster of inner labia, and he licked into the open hole above him, holding his arms firmly over this sister's rump. He could see where the creases under each buttock had flattened out in her crotch, and he licked up through the short hairs to tongue her asshole gently.
Simply because he loved her, he hugged her ass tightly against his' face, and nuzzled deep into all the exposed cunt. There was now a new trickle of his sister's clear, thick, warm cuntal fluid oozing out the reddened hole, and he put his mouth over it to suck up all that delightful juice that he could.
Her response was to go, apparently unconsciously, into a back-and-forth fucking movement, as if his face were inside her like his cock had been a few minutes ago.
It pleased him that his sister's heat responded so quickly to what he had done, and he remembered that now might be the time to look for the little bud that mama had told him was her clitoris. It was almost too close to make out perfectly, but he knew where it was, and moved his head slightly so that he could reach it.
He felt a change in her entire body, a thrill of awakening in every nerve as he tongued the little knot of gristle and nerves. Her sucking on his cock was now automatic, but she exerted such pressure-and being in contact with her cunt was so sweet and hot-that he let his nuts go, let the explosion of lust fire out of his hard and jerking cock.
The choking shot of jism felt slick and rich and hot in Carol's unaccustomed mouth. She was cumming too, a giant orgasm bursting deep up her vagina, around her womb. As she swallowed each sweet, slick drop of Mark's thick cum juice, it caused a new spasm of cumming inside her. She would feel the dick swell and throb, then the hot flood of thick, rich jism would fill her mouth. She would swallow carefully, thrilled at knowing that her swallowing muscles were caressing the head of Mark's peter.
And all the time, her own strong, hot young body was hammering out its own silent thunders of orgasm, closing her cunt and opening it, so that it felt almost as if she were ejaculating her cum fluids too.
When the last echo of cumming had shuddered through her, the girl lay relaxed for a moment, and she could feel her brother's tongue still moving languidly in her relaxed slot.
She rolled off him and turned her body so that they could kiss, and when she tasted the richness of her pussy's flow on the boy's lips, she hugged him again, delighted in the pain of smashing her swollen titties against him.
"Now that we can talk," Carol said with a giggle, "let me tell you how marvelous that was. Oooooooohhhhhh! I'm leaking again!" And she moved her hips in a fucking motion, banging her wet bush of cunt hair against Mark's thigh.
Mark kissed her, looking into her big, dark eyes. "You were wonderful and brave to do that for me," he said seriously. "Not many sisters care that much about what their brothers do."
She snuggled against him, loving him all the more.
"You silly," she whispered, "you know it was as much for me as for you!"
They were so exhausted that they fell asleep in each other's arms, and were awakened by the sound of someone banging on the door of Mark's bedroom.
"Jesus!" the boy exclaimed. It's mom! Get in the bathroom and get your nightie on. I'll handle her."
While Carol scrambled, Mark let out a jovial roar, "All right, I hear you! Hold it a second!" And as he slipped his shorts on and opened the door, he said in a sleepy way, "Is the house on fire? What's all the noise about?"
His mother pushed into the room, looking stormy.
"Where's Carol?" she demanded. "Why are your doors locked?"
She was angry, her face flushed, and she was obviously suspicious. Mark, his heart beating, fully aware of the smell and taste of cunt on his lips, walked over and sat on the bed.
She had been hot and shaken up by her strange encounter with her son this afternoon. She had still been sizzling between her legs at the movie, and there was a boy, a South Seas native in the film, who reminded her of Mark. It had been too much for her, and she had done something about it.
Also, in a childish gesture-or perhaps because she loved anything connected with sex-she had sucked her own juice off her fingers.
So she had on her lips and in her nostrils both the taste and the scent of pussy-and she knew that one cunt tastes and smells very much like any other.
She glared at Mark, feeling silly, but unable to check the momentum of her anger and imagination. But there was nothing she could do and not wind up appearing even sillier.
She went through the connecting bath into Carol's dark room and brusquely asked, "You awake? How come your door's latched?"
Carol's voice was clear and amused. "Yes, I'm awake. I heard you beating on Markie's door. And I always latch my bedroom door. It's a habit. I thought you knew."
June grumbled a "goodnight" and went downstairs.
When she had been gone a few minutes, Carol came to the bathroom door, still open, and said, "Whew! That was close! But I don't care. What we did was worth a hundred scares."
Mark came over and hugged her, kissing her possessively.
"We'll fuck some more, first chance we get, he promised.
CHAPTER THREE
It's wonderful to have a good pal that one can share secrets with, and usually Mark would have broken down fences getting to Dave Meyer to give him a detailed account of his busy day. But something held him back.
In the case of Nancy, he felt no guilt, since she had practically forced everything on him. But with his mother and sister-well, you don't go running and blabbing things like that to anyone. Not even to your best pal.
But they met that day, as they usually did, and talked easily about sex, although it was a terrible strain on Mark, not to make Dave's eyes bug out with the tales he could have told.
"I wish you'd go ahead and fuck Nancy," he said with a laugh. "She still threatening to go out and get it from somebody else?"
Dave grunted. "Silly little bitch! My God, she's only ten years old. Well, going on eleven, but still too young."
"She's got tits." Mark answered. "And according to her, some hair on her twat."
Dave snorted. "Little tiny black hairs, not even long enough to curl," he said sagely. "Always begging me to look at it. Ha!" He kicked at the ground with his foot, then looked up and said, "Do you think she'll fuck somebody else?"
"Don't ask me," Mark stalled. "You ought to know her better than I do. Why don't you ask her yourself?"
Dave laughed. "Hell, I wish I knew somebody to fuck. Wouldn't it be groovy if we had some nice lady that was hot and really needed prick? Boy, would I give it to her!"
He made a fucking motion with his hips and laughed.
Mark laughed too.
"Maybe we could fuck Aunt Betty," he said. "She's a widow lady, and the last few times I've seen her, she's held me against those big tits of hers. Enough to drive a guy out of his mind."
Dave sniffed. "Screw a nice lady like Aunt Betty?" he asked with affected astonishment. "Boy, you are out of your mind."
"Well, it's possible," Mark said. "Her husband died about a year ago, and I heard her talking to my mom, and she said she was getting kind of antsy here lately. They both laughed a lot. You know," he said wisely, "a married woman gets used to having the old prick stuck up her, and when her husband dies or they get divorced, whammo!"
Dave laughed again. "We're about due to mow her lawn again. Let's go by there and do that, and you can show me how easy it is to fuck your aunt."
Elizabeth Smith had been a lifelong friend of June Salinger. She was a blonde, built on the same generous lines as June, and even more earthy and filled with love of life. Whether he knew it or not, young Mark's suppositions were true in her case. She was beginning to get so horny, she couldn't stand it.
When she had closed and sold their big house, a few weeks after her husband Dave Smith, her husband, had passed away, she had bought a smaller house to be nearer her old friend June. The two kids called her "Aunt Betty," and Dave Meyer, being so close to Mark, also called her aunt.
She saw the boys coming up her walk across her big front lawn, and some impulse led her to her bedroom, where she watched them walk to her door.
She did not answer the bell, although it rang three times, and sat on her big, comfortable bed, looking out the window as the two kids moved about indecisively.
"Well, her house is open, that means she'll be back soon," Mark said. "The lawn needs trimming. We don't need to wait until she comes back."
"Sure, why not," Dave agreed. We know where the mower and the trimmer are. But Geez, I love it when I see her. Just the way she walks, with those big titties bobbing around-whoooo Makes me wish I could push my prick right down between them."
"You're not kidding," Mark replied to Betty's interest and amusement. She was as well aware of Mark's adolescent problems as June was, and was ready to help him too. But June's ideas of how to help had been rather vague until the day before whereas Betty's ideas were more direct and practical. She loved the thought of fucking both boys, and loved to hear them talk about it.
"Listen, I've seen her undress over at our house," Mark was saying. "She didn't see me, of course, but she was in Carol's bedroom. You know my peephole there?
"Do I?" chortled the Meyer boy. "Watched Aunt Betty take it all off, huh? Man, I wish I'd been there!"
"You would have shit in your pants, man," Mark said. She's built as good as my mom, and you know what? Her cunt hair is so yellow it's like canary feathers."
"I'll bet you had a good jerk off," Dave said wistfully. "All I get to watch is that dumb sister of mine. Or my mom."
Mark made motions of jerking off. "You're crazy not to go ahead and fuck that Nancy," he said. "She's sure crazy for it."
"Sometimes I wish you'd fuck her," Dave said, which interested the eavesdropper. These kids were far out! Well, why not? If the little girl was so anxious to get it, why not with her brother's best friend? She felt a trickle of inner juice trace its way out of her pussy and along a hair. All this talk of fucking was tough to take for a hot woman who hadn't had a fuck in a year.
Mark was laughing. 'Why do you want me to stick it in your sister?" he asked. "I'll bet I know. Then you think it'll be all right for you to screw her, don't you?"
He dodged a blow of mock anger from Dave, and pushed the motor powered lawnmower out onto the grass. Betty watched them with tender interest, the slender boy with brown hair, the shorter, stockier lad with his blue eyes and sandy hair. They were a hot pair, and their boyish yearnings, so vividly expressed, and their interest in her firm body gave her a warm feeling.
As they moved around to the side of her neat small house, Betty moved too, and got one final shot of ego builder. From Dave.
"I'd rather fuck Aunt Betty than three Nancys," he said. "Boy! With that ass and those titties! Wow! She's something else."
She waited for them to get the mower started, and then went out her front door and came around where they could see her. She had an idea, an impulsive, crazy idea.
They flushed scarlet when they saw her, and she knew their first thought had to be, "She heard what we said!"
But she smiled at them pleasantly, said she would have cookies and milk for them in a few minutes, and went inside.
She went to the refrigerator for the milk, and opened a new box of cookies, which she put on the table. She shrugged off her loose fitting house dress and stepped out of her panties. Her big, firm titties swung free, and the fuck talk and sexual thinking had made the nipples swell and harden.
When it was all ready, she called out the kitchen window, "Cookies and milk! Come and get 'em!"
She sat at the table with her arms folded across the swell of her breasts. Her heart was racing, but from excitement, not fear. If I can't handle two schoolboys, she thought, I'll hang it up. She felt delightfully adventurous, warm and drooly around her cunt.
The boys came in, saying in chorus, "Hi, Aunt Betty!" and sat down at the kitchen table. Both, after a quick look, jerked their heads away, reaching in silence for the milk and tea cakes.
The woman smiled and stood up.
"Listen, you two Lotharios, when a woman my age goes to all this trouble to entertain two fourteen year olds, the least she expects is to get a compliment on how she's dressed." Her voice was light and teasing. "You were talking about my cunt a few minutes ago, Mark darling. And I know that good old David was interested. Yet, here I am, canary yellow cunt hair and all, and no one notices.
The two kids were blushing scarlet, but now they were looking at each other, and sneaking quick looks at the gorgeously naked woman, and they both nodded.
"All right then," Betty said. "We've got the place and time and the people. Do you want to eat your cookies before or after? Oooooohhhhhh!" she cried. "You'll never know how much guts it took to do this!
She pulled her chair near to David and sat down by him.
"Give me your left hand, Dave baby," she commanded. "You were so sweet to say what you did about me. Both of you. Put your hands down on my belly, on that cunt hair Markie was talking about. Does it feel like you thought it would?"
Gradually, by sheer force of her outgoing good nature, she stripped them of their nervousness, until Mark, laughing, got up and stood by the woman, leaning down to feel her boobs, then running his hand down to her belly, his fingers seeking her split.
At first I couldn't believe this was happening, Aunt Betty," he said. "You know how boys are, I guess. We were both hoping we could ... well, you know."
"Fuck me?" Betty asked, her mouth forming the beloved word with care and precision. "Oh, you don't know, you can't know, how sweet that sounds to me."
She led them upstairs to her bedroom and lay down on her back, her feet touching the floor, her legs spread wide.
"Let's see how fast two hot kids can get undressed," she said gaily. "Oh, Markie, Dave, I hope I'm doing the right thing! But I need to be fucked so bad! And I expect you two need it too. We're all in the same boat, aren't we?"
She shivered as she felt one naked body between her thighs, touching the smooth and tender flesh. It was Mark, and she guessed that he would be the leader.
"Do what you want," she said. "Look, touch, feel! When will you have hard-ons?"
Dave laughed. "Look at me," he said.
He was leaning forward against the bed, his thighs touching the mattress, and his young prick stuck out like a spare arm. "I've got it. Where do I put it?"
She became aware that Mark was doing more than just feel her cunt. He had spread it wide, using his thumbs to hold back the thick and hairy outer lips, and he was licking up and down in her fuck channel. She shuddered in delight, and put her hand out to David.
"Get up here beside me," she said. Close! Ohhhhhh! Lovely peter! Ohhhhhhhh!
She ovaled her lips and she sucked in the first few inches of young Meyer's prick. It gave her a thrill to match the one she was getting all up and down her cuntal valley, where Mark was so assiduously licking her pussy's pink flesh.
She had a brief flash of thanksgiving, at her great luck in having found this perfect solution to her sexual needs.
I'm not ready for an adult relationship, she told herself. But I do need my cunt stretched. And rubbed. And sucked on. How delightful these young kids are, nothing permanent, no promises, no obligations.
He felt and tasted the rank strength of David's prick going deep into her mouth. But she wanted something solid in her cunt. She reached down to lock her fingers in Mark's hair and gently pulled him away from her throbbing cunt.
"Come on up here, lover," she begged. I want that big cock of yours stuck into me. You're doing great, but I need something hard and long and strong in my pussy."
She rolled her body, still keeping her mouth on David's tool, and squirmed to the middle of the bed to make room for Mark.
He followed like a hunting dog on a hot scent, his young face intent as he kept his eyes on her split. It was now so hot that the inner lips were swollen, pushing the outer lips back. The inside of her cunt was a delicate coral pink, much lighter than mom's or Carol's, or even little Nancy's. But the surge of hot blood into the surface veins gave it an intricate tracery of a darker red, and the steady pulsing of her vagina made the thick hot juice roll out in drops and dribbles.
Her breasts were superb, so heavy that they lolled along her rib cage, and their nipples were almost a blood red, creased and grainy, looking like hard little pricks.
It was instinctive for Mark to get between "Aunt Betty's" thighs, and to aim his throbbing dick at the slick, pink hole. And it was instinct, too, that made her stretch out a warm hand and guide his stiff organ into her waiting, hungering body.
He felt a different sort, of tightness than he had known the night before with his sister. He went in easier, but there was a squeeze of muscle that rolled the skin back off his cock, almost as if her pussy had a life of its own, and an ability to caress and welcome the intruding prick. And when he let his weight go, and his dick went all the way in, he felt that hard, slick, totally delightful obstruction which Carol had called her cervix.
Carol and Aunt Betty! The one who had never been fucked, and the one who had missed it so for a year. So much alike, yet so different.
Now that he had been introduced to fucking last night, and had been in such a burst of sex fire throughout the day before, he felt able to do what he was doing with ease and knowledge. Not so much changed in age as changed in confidence, and he fucked into Betty with long, slow strokes, enjoying the feel of his bare skin on the woman's nakedness.
He put his hands under her big breasts and lifted them, so warm and smooth and heavy, and ducked his head to suck in one of the hard nipples.
Near his face, he could see his pal's organ going in and out of of the woman's sweet mouth, and she rolled her eyes down at him, trying to smile, and humped her gorgeous, ass to show him how deeply she appreciated this double fucking.
She was amazed at the size of these boyish pricks. Were the fourteen year olds of her day as well endowed? She could not remember, and yet she knew thaat there were grown men who were no larger. Mark's sweet dick was giving her pussy a real stretch, and David's was hitting the back of her throat while at least three inches remained outside.
Her body was almost humming a tune, it was so absorbed in what was happening, and her breasts, her underarms, her belly, even around her asshole, all seemed charged with a sexual heat.
When Mark had sucked on her breasts, she felt the fire of it shoot right from titty to fuckhole, and she suddenly realized that this had become a truly memorable sexual experience.
She was fucking now in a rhythm that instinctively matched Mark's and she was coming closer and closer to the hard orgasm which would be her release and joy. She knew that her friend June was having a bad time of it, sexually, and had a fleeting moment of wishing that June could bring herself to share Mark's prick.
The lump of heat which formed in Betty's belly, around her womb, when she first saw the two young boys coming up her walk, was now consuming her. She sucked harder at David's cock, wanting to enjoy the blast of his semen as a separate joy from her coming orgasm. Her right hand was between the boy's legs, cradling his balls in a caressing grip, and she could see that his face was set in intent lines. Without regard for anything but the coming shower of Dave's rich seed, she turned her head and, with her hand at his buttocks, used her strength to force his dick deeper and deeper into her throat.
She at once felt his marvelously hard prick throb, growing larger, and felt the first hot lash of thick, slick jism wash her mouth and gullet. Her lower body, meanwhile, continued to fuck back at Mark.
Young David, struck by this first orgasm with an adult female, fell forward across Betty's face, bracing himself on his arms, and felt her sucking drain him of his cum juice. Looking down between his braced arms, he could see the lovely woman's cheeks sunken in with the force of her joy in relieving him of his sperm, and fucked gently into her throat to show he cared. He could see, each time his prick throbbed out a load of jism, a few thick, opaque white drops trickle out of the corners of her mouth, and it gave an added pleasure to his seminal outpouring.
Meanwhile, the clasp of his Aunt Betty's cunt stroked for one final surge of pleasure on Mark's prick, and then the dam that held back his cum broke wide open. She was conscious, as she had been with David, of the boyish prick enlarging, throbbing, and at last shooting its juices into her welcoming vagina.
There was a feeling of released fire deep up her cunt, and the stored up orgasm burst in answer to Mark's cumming.
She still had drops of David's cum bubbling from her mouth, but she screamed, AAAAA IIIII EEEEE! AAAAA IIIII EEEEEE! OH GOD! FUCK ME, MARKIE BABY! OH IT'S SO GOOOO OODDD DDD! FUCK ME' BABY! AAAAAA AAARRR RRRRRR GGGGGG GGGHHH HHHHHHH! I'M CCCUUU UMMMMM IIIIIN NNGGGGG!"
This was an extra treat for Mark. He was inwardly proud of his experiences of the day before, which he believed had given him the power to fuck adequately, without the premature ejaculation that would have shamed him and disappointed Betty. Now to hear her scream in such wild joy made him surer of himself and of his fucking.
He fell on Betty's breasts, gripping them under his smooth arms, and kissed her, tasting and loving the leftover semen from David's big blast. He suddenly felt a greater closeness with this old friend, and flung an arm over the other boy's heaving flanks.
"That was marvelous, Aunt Betty," he said in a choked voice. "I don't know how I ever got the nerve, but I guess it was from you. Ooooooohhh! Beautiful! Dave, how did you like that?"
The other boy laughed
"That was the best thing that ever happened to me," he said. "Aunt Betty, how in the world did you ever bring yourself to do what you did? For a couple of dumb kids?"
Betty smiled, running her tongue around her lips to pick up stray flecks of richness from David's fierce orgasm. She reached a hand up to the boy's face and touched him tenderly.
She put her hand around Mark's back, stroking him gently.
"You were both so great," she whispered. "Whew! Those wonderful peters! They're both so big! And so hard!"
She grinned, and then humped herself up gently on Mark's cock, still hard enough to fill her cunt royally with warm meat.
"I've got a craving for some more jism'" she said. "Markie, will you do me this favor? Pull out, and then, when I get my pussy in the air, suck out your cum and kiss it into my mouth? Ooooooohhhhhhh!" And with that cry, Mark again felt that living contraction of muscle on his prick.
He braced his arms and slowly drew his penis out of its tight shelter, dripping gobs of his and his aunt's combined juice on her and the coverlet of the bed.
When she threw her knees back against her lolling breasts, her fat, blonde-haired pussy spread wide open, and the boys could see the richness of sperm trickling out of the pink entry hole.
Mark put his mouth over the aperture eagerly, sucking up a big mouthful of his semen.
When he had all he could get at one suck, and Betty was squirming with the hard joy of his suction on her tenderized cunt, he swiftly kneed his way to where she waited with eagerly opened mouth, and put his lips to hers.
He felt her tongue come inquiringly into his mouth, so full of his cum fluids, and began to feed the rich liquid to her.
When she had it all, she licked her lips, looked deeply into his eyes, and said, "More! Is there anymore, darling?"
He went back to her tip-tilted ass, sucking again at the opened fuck hole. There was a little more, but he loved the feeling of the clinging cunt flesh on his tongue, and he dallied for a while, sucking and tonguing.
When he had it all, he fell on the bed beside the woman he called Aunt Betty, and once again their mouths joined while she lapped in the rich, cummy juice.
"You little devils," she said, "you'll never know how much I needed just what we all did. Markie, your cock is just great! And that load you shot in my mouth, Dave, it was pure magic! Now go on and finish cutting the grass, and when you're through, we'll all have another long sweet fuck."
They were now behind a small summer house which sat on the big lawn, and Mark, giggling, said, "Well, now that this has happened, I guess it's safe to tell you about yesterday."
He started with Carol first, then gave a slightly edited version of what had happened with mother-after ail, he thought, she's my mom-making himself appear the aggressor.
But when he came to Nancy, David jumped from where they were sitting and angrily cried, "You messed around with my sister!" That was her own idea. Come on, Dave, don't be a damn fool. All the talk we've had together, you never acted like you were jealous of your kid sister."
To his relief, David began to laugh.
"Come on," he said, "let's cut out and come back later. I want some more of Aunt Betty's stuff, but let's go home and look around first. Maybe I will fuck Nancy. Or, to get even, maybe I ought to take a crack at Carol."
They walked home, after telling Betty they'd be back later, and were met at Mark's front door by Wolfie, the Salinger's big, black maned German shepherd. He nosed around their crotches, as he always did, but showed a particular interest in Mark's, pushing his nose deep against the boy's cock and balls, and whining softly.
"Son of a gun," Dave said admiringly, "I think old Wolfie knows you had that dong of yours stuck in somebody's pussy!"
Mark patted the big animal's handsome head. "He's probably a cunt hound," he said, laughing. "Are you, Wolfie? Are you one of those things?" He winked at Dave. "Shake hands with a fellow cunt hound," he said, and laughed again. "You, me, and Wolfie."
CHAPTER FOUR
The Meyer home is an old, comfortable place near the edge of town, with big rooms, lots of space, and even a big old barn left from the days when well-to-do people kept riding horses at their homes.
Remembering what Mark had told him about finding Nancy in the barn, and still more than half angry about what had happened, the stocky kid checked the barn and its hayloft first.
When he did not find Nancy there, he went back into the house, looked to see if his mother was in, and went to his room. He smelled his fingers and got a partial hard-on, sniffing the faint perfume from Betty's cunt, and was touching his fingers to his lips when his young sister came in in her usual whirlwind fashion.
"What're you up to?" she asked teasingly. "Been lying with yourself again, huh? Feeling your peter and smelling it? Wow!"
She danced about the room, lifting her short skirt up to show her plump little ass and her grownup looking legs.
"If you'd get wise to yourself, like some people I know, you could have a little homegrown pussy any time you wanted it."
"Shut up!" the boy exclaimed angrily. "If you're talking about Mark Salinger and yesterday, I know all about that, and I don't admire either one of you for it. Mark's supposed to be my friend, but he comes over here, behind my back, and gets to my little sister!"
"Oh, boo-hoo!" the girl said mockingly. "Oh my poor little brother, so sad because his friend's got more guts than he has. Listen, David Meyer, I've begged you and begged you, and you won't give me any. So I'm going to get fucked by any boy I can!"
"Yeah," David said sullenly, "Mister Big Prick Salinger! Some pal he turned put to be."
"Oh, don't be so childish and stupid, David," the little girl said. "You sound like you're the ten year old. And you never really showed me your prick, so I don't know whether it's as big as Mark's or not."
She whirled around the room, chanting, "Yah! Yah! Mister Little Prick!"
David, in spite of himself, began to laugh.
"Okay, Miss Smart Ass," he said. "Maybe I'll show my cock, and let you judge for yourself."
She came to him at once and threw her arms around his neck.
"Please, Dave! Please show it to me! Let me hold it in my hands. Please!" He pushed her away.
"Oh cut it out, Nancy" he said. I'll do it when I want to." The child turned away, again hostile.
"There's a guy hangs around the drug store," she said, "who's bigger and older than you are. He whistles at me every time I pass there, and says things to me about going out with him. I'll bet he'd stick it into me!"
She had tears in her eyes, and David suddenly felt terrible. After all, she was his sister, and she needed help. He went to her, holding out his arms, and she came into them.
"Listen, baby," he said, "I'm sorry. It just seems awful heavy to me, for a guy to fuck his kid sister. But we can do something. Like, maybe ... well, what you and Mark did."
The little girl's face was all smiles.
"Okay," she said. "Let me see your dick then."
She went to work on his zipper, and the boy, who had suddenly become excited, stood still while she got his half hard cock out and in her soft little hands.
"Wow!" she whispered. "Oh, Dave baby, it's so beautiful! And it is big, too. Ooooohhhh! I love it!"
She dropped to her knees before the startled boy, and before he could move, she had the smooth, hardening prick in her mouth and was sucking on it.
It thrilled David, seeing that innocent face with his cock stuck in it, but it frightened him, too. He was amazed at how quickly that good cummy feeling had struck him, and had visions of his mother coming and and catching him while his cum was spurting all over his baby sister's face.
"Take it easy, baby," he said horsely. Don't suck so hard! Wow! You're as good as-as good as a grown lady!"
He was afraid that he had given himself away, but the girl was too interested in his prick to notice anything else.
He put his hands on both sides of her head, trying to pull her off, and when she wouldn't budge, he said, "I think I hear mom! Leggo, baby!"
She took her mouth away from his prick, now completely hard, shining with her spit, with the wrinkled folds of foreskin looking pink from her suction.
"You're out of your nut," she laughed. "Mom left just before you came home. She's downtown shopping and won't be back for over an hour. MMMMM MMMMM MM!" and she seized his jerking cock in her mouth, only to take it out again.
"Why don't we both lie down?" she asked. "Ooooohhh! Fun! Come on, Buddy! Lie down and look at my pussy while I suck you off! You promised you'd let me!"
He knew he had promised only that perhaps they could do what Nancy and Mark had done, but he was growing weak in the knees, so he let himself down to the floor.
Nancy came down with him, and when she was on her knees, he reached between her legs to feel her soft, fat little cunt through her flimsy white panties. It made her wiggle toward him, and somehow, he got his finger into her seething little cunt.
"Oh, Buddy, oh, thank you," the child moaned, her eyes closed. "Work your finger around a little. Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! That's so good! Oh, Lordy," she whispered brokenly, "give me your cock!"
She set herself to sucking frantically, putting as much pressure on him as Aunt Betty had, and he thrust his finger deeper into the slick, hot folds of her little-girl pussy.
He could feel his nuts twitch, and the imminent rush of semen trembling in his cockhead. He smelled the same teasing, rich aroma that had come from the older woman, and his fingers felt in the same slick warmth that made Aunt Betty's cunt so marvelous.
He began to cam in a hard rush of jism, and fought desperately to get his little sister off his cock, having some idea that shooting off in that childish mouth would be a sin, but she had one arm around his hips, and clung to him. She sucked now more care, waiting for his dick to throb out a mouthful of jism before she pursed her lips and moved her head to suck again.
She was tasting the richness of his cream, and was overjoyed to find that it was as rich and good as Mark's had been. In this moment, she loved him more than ever before in her life, and wished only that could have more of him.
When he at last ceased the thrashing of his body and his cock had given up its last drop of the nutritious flood, the little girl smacked her lips, grinned at her brother, and said.
"Thank you, Buddy, for letting me suck you off! Ooooooohhhhhh! I feel so cummy! Your finger felt so Good! Ooooohhh, that sort of tires a person out!"
She rolled away and reached between her legs, feeling the itchy slickness of her pussy. Then, with a self-conscious smile, she stripped off her panties.
"Mark sort of sucked me off, too," she said, not looking directly at her brother. "It sure as hell made me cum. But I'd rather you fucked me, if you only would."
The boy's orgasm had drained him temporarily, but his mind was as hot as ever.
He stood up and pulled the little girl onto the bed, spreading her thighs as wide as he could get them.
He looked closely at her inflamed inner lips, holding her fat and almost hairless outer cushions apart with his thumbs. The sight and smell made him lick his lips, and he took one tentative lick up and down her cum-sweating trough of pink flesh. It made her wiggle and squeal, but she said, "Don't suck me yet, Buddy! Please! I want you to be the very first boy ever to stick his cock into me. I'll cum just as soon as it touches me! Promise!"
He laughed and kissed her on the smooth white flesh of her plump thighs, tasting the intriguingly salty flavor that comes from a healthy girl's sweat.
He licked up and down each side of her cunt, feeling the small, dark hairs that were beginning to sprout on her cunt lips. There was an extra savor below her pussy, and he turned her juvenile ass higher so he could see her pinkly puckered little anus.
He touched it with his tonguetip, and his sister's young body squirmed in pleasure. "This is heavy," she exulted. "Gee, I wish you'd move around a little, so I could play with your peter. We have to get it hard again before you can fuck me, isn't that true? Will it take long? Ooooooohhhhhh! Goody!" the child cried as David turned his body and got his cock near her face. He was still looking at the dripping pink folds that made up the surface parts of her cunt, and he could feel a throb return to his prick, "Sis," he whispered, "you've got a beautiful cunt. It may not have much hair on it, but it's got everything else! Good to look at, good smell, wonderful taste!"
The young girl had his swelling organ in her warm little hands, and she held it against her cheek.
"Oh, thank you, Dave baby," she whispered. I know I'm not really any different from any other girl ... or lady. I know that, except for the hair, I've got the same sort of cunt as mom or Miz Salinger or Carol or anybody else. But I'm glad I've got one, and I'm getting to use it a little."
She stretched his young cock and kissed it enthusiastically, up and down the stem, and said, "Wait a minute. Don't go away."
She pulled her short dress over her head, leaving herself completely naked, and hugged David's loin against her bare breasts.
"They're not much, I know," she whispered, "but they feel awful good, and they swell up when I cum. Here, let me touch your pretty peter to them."
"They're soft and sweet and warm," David said. "They feel good on my dick. Would you like me to suck on them?"
"Oh, would you, Dave?" the child cried. "Oh, please! But curl up so I can play with your cock too!
The boy curled his body until he could rest one hand on his young sister's right breast, and reach the left one with his mouth. At the same time, his crotch was near enough to Nancy's hands that she could work the thick, soft foreskin up and down.
He sucked on the young nipple, so large and out of proportion to the childish little breast, sucking so hard that his sister squealed in an agony of pleasure. At the same time, he rubbed his free hand into the girl's naked pussy, his middle finger going into the tight little hole.
Her body jerked with the sensation, and she fucked against his hand fiercely, moaning. Suddenly her body straightened and became tense, and her faint moaning became articulate.
"Oh, Dave! Oh, Baby Boy! My Brother! My Sweet! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! You're Making me cummmmmm! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!
He could feel the warm press of her cunt muscles on his finger, just as Betty's had been, and he thought what a great kid she was, what a wonderful little girl. But most of all, he thought of how wonderful it would feel to have his cock, now completely hard, inside that squeezing little cunt.
He let go of the breast he had been sucking, and buried his face in the warmth and softness of his sister's thighs, where they joined her body. His lips were buried in her twat, and he sucked up all the clear, thick cuntal ooze that he could get. He knew now that his cock was hard, hard enough to go into that tight little fuck hole. He kissed hard, deep into the red-veined cluster of inner labia, and then moved on the bed until he was facing Nancy, holding her naked little body to him, feeling its warmth and smoothness on his prick.
The child's face was intent.
"Are you going to stick it in me now?" she asked, and her voice quivered with feeling.
Dave got to his knees and got between those thighs that were so beautifully shaped, yet so childish.
"I may be crazy," he choked, "but I'm going to try. Let's get it on, sis! Open wide!"
He remembered how Betty had been, and he put the head of his prick directly into the mouth of the small pussy, feeling how warm and wet it was, and shoved.
The head of his cock went in, then about an inch of the hard column. And there it stuck.
He lay on Nancy's young chest, his chin almost at the top of her head, so that he smelled the fragrance of clean hair, and gently moved his loins, pushing to force his cock into that squeaky-tight hole.
Nancy wiggled her body and pushed up. It was almost more than she could bear, the joy she felt at having at last a boy's prick in her pussy, and the disappointment that it didn't slip in easily.
"OHHHHH!" she groaned, and there were tears in her voice, "why won't it go into me. Oh, buddy, I'm so hot!"
He tried to fuck into his sister again, until it hurt his sensitive cockhead, and reached under her shapely little butt with both hands, trying to pry her open. But something lovely happened for both of them. The deeply interested little cunt, completely happy to welcome this hard, hurting, warm cock into it, let its muscles go in a sudden flutter of squeezing such as David's finger had known.
Immediately and automatically, he lunged forward, and got almost another inch into those tight, close cuntal muscles and folds.
"It feels better to me, sis," he gasped. "Maybe it's your maidenhead. You've got one, haven't you?"
"I don't think I ever had one," the little girl said in a tense voice. "No boy ever fucked me, and nobody but you and Mark have so much as had a finger in my pussy." She giggled and humped up against his hardness, feeling the pain of a wild sort of pleasure.
"I don't care," she said stoutly. "It sure feels good, just to have a hard peter part way into me, and to know its your peter, buddy. OOOOO OHHHH HH!" She lunged up at him again, and once more he felt that softly chewing feeling from inside her.
It aroused him more than he had been, and he fucked into Nancy's childish little twat, getting the slick friction that only a tight, slippery pussy can give. , "OHHHH HH!" the girl gasped. "It feels so good, buddy! It's a real fuck, isn't it? Even if it doesn't go all the way in?" She roiled her hips, her tightness gripping him and making the head of his organ swell with heat and need.
"Yes! Yes!" the boy answered with a groan. "Ohhhhh, Baby! You feel Good, too! squeeze it again!" And he fucked into her as deeply as her tightness permitted.
Once again, and totally without her willing it, only because the prick felt so good in her little twat, there came that softly muscular squeeze.
She flung her bare arms around her brother, and her young body became that of a jumping jack, lunging up at him as he came down, flying back down to draw most of it out of her. The pressure of the cock was pulling the membrane tight over her clitoris, which also was being rubbed as she tucked her little twat in and brought it down. The tenderness and sensitivity at the opening of her clasping pussy was seared by the heat and hardness of her brother's prick.
She suddenly felt a balloon of wet heat swell in her body, deep up her cunt, and then it seemed to break in the greatest cum she had ever known in her short life.
She felt something hot and wet swelling inside her. It was not her own cum, she knew that. But David's cock was jerking and swelling, and she knew he was shooting his precious jism into her. And he was grunting out hoarse screams to match her own.
"OHHHHH! OH, BABY! I'M CCCUU UUMMM MMMII IINNN NGGGG GGG! FUCK ME HARD! OOOO OHHH, THAT'S THE WAY! OOOO HHH, NANCY, FUCK ME HARD! WRAP YOUR CUNT AROUND ME! OHHHH HHHH! UUUUU NNNNN HHHHH!"
They were both covered with sweat when at last they finished their wantonness, and David gave another little push.
This time, his still hard cock slipped in another inch, perhaps more, and the girl, so tenderized by her cum, screamed in his ear, "OH, DAVE! IT'S GOING IN! THAT JISM GREASED ME UP! FUCK IT TO ME!"
In spite of the young girl's howls, he pulled out, trailing a stream of semen across her sweated belly.
Quick as a cat, she rolled to him, mouthing the cum-smeared penis with little moans of pure happiness. When her brother fell on his side, she continued to lick the commingled cum fluids off his organ, smacking her lips at the ripeness of flavor her young cunt had contributed.
"Wow!" David ejaculated. He hunched up into his sister's face, striking his organ against the back of her throat. "Take it easy, baby! My prick feels good, too good, in a way.
"Hey," he said in some anxiety, "isn't there some way we can get that stuff out of you? We don't want to get you knocked up." He giggled nervously. "It would be kind of funny, you and I having to get married."
She kissed him on the lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, giving him the full flavor of cunt juice and semen.
"Buddy," she said gleefully, "I've been on the pill ever since my first period. You know what it is when a girl has her period, don't you?"
Dave grinned. "It happens once a month, she bleeds out of her cunt, and it means she's not knocked up," he recited. "But how come a little chickie like you can be on the pill?
She laughed in little girl triumph.
"You know Doc Brady?" she asked unnecessarily, since he was their family physician.
Had me take off my clothes, threw a sheet over me, and got down on his knees at the end of the table, where my cunt was. I'll swear he licked into me, period and all."
"It was a hot day," the child said, "and the doc had on one those white coats, and some white pants made out of the same light stuff. He pulled up the coat and-showed me his cock. Geez, it's a big one! He put my hand on it, and made like I was jerking him off, and then put his finger right into me! Wow! It was great! He had a fleck of blood on his lower lip, so then I knew he had licked into me, at least a little."
"Isn't a doctor supposed to have a nurse in with him when he fools with a woman's pussy?" David inquired. Seems like I read somewhere that it's the law."
"Not for that old devil," the young girl assured him. He had me jerking him off, and he was fingering into my cunt, and all of a sudden that big old cock swelled in my hand, the head all of dark red and shiny, and he shot his juice all over me and the sheet and the wall. Golly, he came a lot! After that, he wiped his bloody finger on a Kleenex and threw it in the trash. Talk about cool!"
"But what about mom?" the boy wanted to know. "Where was she?"
The young girl held his prick to her lips, took the red head into her mouth where she sucked it thoughtfully for a second, then took it out. Her grin was mischievous.
"I think mom was a little flustered," she replied. "She went next door to try on shoes. And anyhow, that old devil had latched the door."
And he was nice, too. He licked all the jism off me, and laughed like a maniac while he was doing it. He sucked my poor little titties-they were nothing but nipples then. And he told me I was going to have the handsomest pussy in the state, just as soon as I got some hair on it. Then he took a round box out of a drawer and told me that this was the pill that ladies take. 'And if I know women, you're going to need them pretty soon,' he told me. Boy! He made me feel like a grownup!"
David heard their mother's car come in the driveway and pushed his little sister away.
"Get out of here and take your dress and panties with you," he snapped. "Before she catches us! Hurry, dummy. Look, I'll give you a real fuck, maybe tonight. But this is too risky. Come back here and get in bed with me after the folks are asleep. Go on now, get out of here!"
He regarded his prick with some pride after the girl had gone. It looked like it had been stuck into a tight cunt, fresh and pink from Nancy's cleansing tongue, but he still fancied he could smell some of that hot aroma from his sister's young cunt. It made him think of the Salinger's dog, and of how he had persisted in poking his long nose into Mark's crotch.
I'll bet he'd do the same for me, right now, he thought happily. It can't be the prick smell. It's got to be a lady's cunt he goes after.
CHAPTER FIVE
June Salinger and Neville Meyer had a close, long-lasting friendship which they constantly enlarged by seeing each other on an average of once a week. Or at least with long, school girlish telephone talks.
They were much alike, physically and emotionally, except that Neville was darker and perhaps a little on the chubby side. But her husband Charles liked her that way, found her sexier because of it.
"He's such a dear," Neville told June "and a dirty old man, to make him even better. He says it's okay by him if I get fat, that I'll be a novelty-all he'll need to do, he says, will be to find a wrinkle and spit in it."
She laughed the comfortable laugh of a woman who gets all the sex she needs, and June Salinger, whose husband had tired of screwing, thought bleakly, Maybe if I get fat, it'll get Harry back on the right track.
She thought too of having a husband who like Charlie Meyer was always ready for a fuck and a joke. It made her both sad and angry, a combination that leads to self-pity.
Neville could hardly have missed the look of pain on June's face, and she reached under the kitchen table, where they were having coffee, to pat June on her strong thigh.
"I'm sorry, pet," she said. "I just forget that not everyone is as lucky as I am in the sex line. Charlie's not available for stud duty-I keep him too busy for that, I think-but if he were, I'd be scared to rent him out to you. I'm not kidding June, you're a beautiful hunk of stuff, and I think my Charles has eyes for you."
June laughed and held her old friend's hand. "Don't sweat it," she said mildly. "Maybe I'll find some way around this hard place in the world."
"You could find a hundred guys in a week," Neville declared, "who'd give up their left ball for a little of what you're sitting on. Why don't you find yourself a strong, young, handsome guy who wakes up with a hard-on every morning?"
"OOOOOOHHHHH! That sounds good to me, too."
June laughed again, and this time it sounded like real laughter.
"Neville" she said, "you are incorrigible. How come we always wind up talking about sex?"
The dark woman smiled. "Because it's the best thing there is, and the best thing to talk about." The round, happy face clouded for a moment. "But I guess it's not always happy for young kids," she said. "Your boy and mine-how can they get screwed? Boys that age don't know how easy it is to get a girl to give you a piece of pussy. And I don't dare tell him. It's really a bad age-fourteen."
Thinking of what she had done with her Mark a couple of days before, June could not stop a crimson tide of blushing that seemed to start its hot spread at her breast, and work over her. She knew that the jaunty, carefree Neville was right-who would know better than she what being hard-up for sex might mean to a boy of Mark's age.
It made her uncomfortable, but she had to make some conversation, so she said, "Girls get pregnant: they don't have it too easy when they're kids."
Neville looked at her friend with kindly eyes. Something was troubling June.
"Well, at least you don't have much worry about Carol," she said, throwing up her hands in humorous despair. "What if you had that pint-sized Jezebel of mine? I never know from one day to the next what she'll do. Doctor Brady says she's sexually precocious, and maybe oversexed, to boot."
June managed a smile. "Surely not at ten," she objected mildly. "She can't even have hair on her little pussy."
"Damn little" Neville agreed comfortably, "but aside from that, it's a grown-up pussy. And the little devil's getting tits."
Now June laughed more naturally. "You're pulling my leg" she said, "trying to get me off this bummer I'm on. Well, maybe I'll do like you said-get me a young stud and forget about Harry." She drew a deep breath. "Do you really think that Nancy would, uh, give her little snatch to some guy?"
"At her age, and as hot as she is, I believe she'd give it to an ant eater," the hearty woman laughed. "In fact, the way she and David have taken to fooling around, wrestling and getting all that body contact, I wouldn't be too surprised if she and Dave weren't well, sort of accommodating each other now. It wouldn't be the first time a brother and sister found each other sexually desirable," and she nodded, thinking of her own younger brother, and of days long past.
Neville noticed that her friend was locked in a vision that brought a strain to her small serene face. I'd better watch my big niouth, she thought. What the hell! Carol and Markie? Impossible! She tried to bail out, make a joke of it.
"Of course it's a wild idea," she said, "and I ought to be ashamed for even thinking of such a thing. But it does seem kinda sweet, in a way. A brother and sister, loving each other, worrying about each other. Trying to help, you know? Of course," and Neville made a comic face, "it would be somewhat less incestuous if your Carol took care of my boy Dave, and Mark got into little Nancy's tight little panties. But, as the man said, what's a little incest as long as you keep it in the family?"
June struggled up from the kitchen chair, her coffee cup rattling nervously in its saucer.
"What's the matter, June dear?" Neville asked. "Are you ill? Sit down, dear, or come in and lie on the couch and let me pour you some brandy."
June strained for naturalness in her voice and her look.
"No, no, really," she choked out. "I suddenly felt dizzy. It's middle ear trouble, the doctor says. Best thing for me is to go home and undress and lie down for a while."
She knew that Neville was worried about her, and she was truly sorry, but she had to get home.
That aimless, joking conversation about brothers fucking sisters! It brought back her terrible suspicions of Carol and her young brother. Why had their doors been locked last night? Or was it two nights ago? It seemed a long time-she had had trouble going to sleep.
And that stupid business of smelling sex in the air and not being sure because she, June, had masturbated in that dumb movie house.
"I wasn't lying to Neville" she whispered. "I must be sick. Sick to think such things of my daughter and my son."
But she remembered what she herself had done with Mark, and her body flushed all over as she remembered the heat and wildness when he had licked her cunt, and his rich, thick sperm had shot all over her breasts and belly.
"It's something in me," she groaned aloud, beating on the wheel. "Or is it? And if it's true, is Carol doing anything worse than what I did?"
She turned into her driveway, got out of her car, and shut the car door softly, not liking herself particularly for what she was thinking or what she was doing. It was spying, in a way, to slip quietly into her house in the hope of catching her kids in the act of fucking.
In her room, Carol was standing, beautifully and completely nude, in front of her big mirror. She was serious and intent, and two of her fingers were buried out of sight in her softly flowing cunt. She had come out of the bath a few minutes before, flushed with the warmth of the water, and her inner heat.
She had toweled herself briskly, of .course, and when she had dried between her softly muscled thighs, she had awakened the sleeping fire in her cunt.
The last few days had done a great deal for Carol. Before she and her younger brother had found each other, she had decided that she must do something radical with her sex life. And because Mark had watched her masturbating, and she had watched him, something delightful had taken place. Beautiful but scary.
And he had been so great, so courageous, to say and do the things he had. It had made her no longer ashamed of her natural heat, her inner need for sex. It had all seemed so clean and wholesome. A brother and sister fucking each other was certainly unconventional. But he had needed her so.
Thinking this, she giggled. "I needed him even worse," she whispered, secure in her honesty. "And how sweet it was!"
She held her warm, heavy breasts in her hands, squeezing their sensitive tissue into points.
"My boobs are as pretty as mom's," she whispered. "Maybe not as big, but as pretty."
Recalling the marvelous sensation when Mark had sucked on her nipples, she pushed on up to her full lips, and was just able to get the nipple between her lips. And she sucked hard, harder than Mark had done, quivering with the feeling that blazed across her soft belly to her delightful cunt. It made her reach down with her other hand and try to finger her clitoris, but it was too difficult to do both at once.
If Buzzie could suck on my nipples and stick a finger in my pussy, she thought, he could make me cum like a machine gun.
She stroked her hands down from her young titties to her waist and hips, enjoying the feeling, and enjoying how she would look to Mark when he got here.
She held her soft, thickly haired outer lips apart, first with both hands. Then seeing the slick and shining inkness of her inner lips, she used the thumb and fingers of her left hand to keep herself open, and softly slipped her middle finger into the soft, slickly wet folds of membrane inside her. It was wonderful, but it was nowhere near like the stretch of Mark's prick, and she inserted another finger.
She did not hear the front door open, nor the quiet movements of her mother.
June listened first at Mark's door, then at Carol's. Her heart was pounding, her breathing hoarse and fast. She was filled with righteous anger, for she had already convicted the children in her own mind.
When she threw Carol's bedroom door open, she naturally expected to see the two of them, cavorting, fucking, naked on the bed. And she saw, of course, only Carol.
But Carol was naked, in a lascivious pose, looking like every depraved and beautiful sex object ever created, and it was enough to explode June's seething anger.
"You little tramp!" the mother screamed, as the astounded girl rolled off the bed on the side away from her parent. But June went after her, got a painful grip on Carol's arms, and shook her.
"What do you think you're doing?" she raged. "And where's your brother? Tell me! Where is he?"
And as the shocked girl raised her hands, June smelled the unmistakable odor of cunt on one of them, and flipped.
Carol saw the blow coming, but she was so shaken by fright and embarrassment that she could not defend herself. June's open hand struck her across the mouth and nose, a painful blow that brought tears to the girl's eyes and blinded her for a moment.
And it was at that precise moment that June, through the fog of anger surrounding her, heard the noisy popping of Mark's old motor scooter. She stepped to the window, unable to believe her ears, but it was Mark, fully dressed, not a hair out of place.
June's temper had been quick fo flame. Now she was even quicker to dissolve in tears. From a raging fury bent on punishment, she became a distraught and remorseful mother.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, turning back to where the naked and beautiful Carol still stood, unable to believe what had happened, unable to move from the shock.
The mother hugged the warm, naked form of her child to her ample breasts, feeling Carol's warmth through her thin blouse. And Carol, her breasts still tingling from her recent cum, felt the human allure of standing, breast on breast, in June's arms.
"Oh, my precious baby!" June moaned. "I must have been crazy, out of my mind, to hit you! Forgive me! Please forgive me!"
The girl tried to take a step, her legs became tangled with her mother's, and both of them staggered for a moment and fell together on the bed.
June clung to Carol, whose head was still ringing from the force of that stinging slap, but whose heart was warm with love for this woman who held her so tightly and spoke of love.
When June kissed her, Carol, still in a daze, automatically responded as she would have with Mark, her lips parted, her slick, strong tongue slipping into her mother's mouth. And her mother met her halfway, tongue to tongue, and they lay there with one naked and the other clothed, like lovers.
June seemed to take it as a matter of course, and she began to stroke down across Carol's smooth belly to the puff of drying hair above her cunt.
"Poor little baby pussy," she moaned between kisses. "My baby! So sweet! Oh, darling, forgive me!"
Her hand unconsciously pressed between the thick, soft lips so bountifully covered with soft, crinkly hair, and the mother felt those lips part, felt the slickness and warmth of cunt juice on her fingers.
Carol, still not herself, pumped her gorgeous loins on the softly intruding fingers, wondering vaguely if this had anything to do with her having masturbated herself. She loved and admired her mother, and had always wished they could meet like sisters rather than mother and daughter. Without conscious volition, she held and squeezed one of June's magnificent breasts, wondering at its weight, its warmth, its smoothness. When she squeezed the nipple with her fingers, in a milking motion, she felt her mother's body relax, but the hand in her pussy became more insistent than ever.
"Sweet little baby," June repeated, the flat of her hand now completely covering the slick, moist trench of cunt flesh, and she rubbed so well that Carol, her body aroused to its peak, took her mother's nipple between her lips and sucked on it.
"OOOOOOHHHHH! OOOHH, MY BABY!" moaned the mother. "OOOOHH, DARLING, THAT FEELS SO GOOOOOODDD!"
Carol now joyously threw her arms around her mother. She had no idea where this was leading, but the masturbation, then the loud and vituperative shrilling of her mother, followed by the stinging slap, all had aroused her nubile young body.
And June, her eyes closed in ecstasy, bent her wrist and sent two fingers stroking into the now acutely turned cunt of her daughter, feeling with joy the slickness and warmth inside.
Carol had opened her thighs wide for her mother's hand, but now she closed them to hold the fingers clamped inside her, while her breast rose and fell with her hard beathing.
"Get all the way up on the bed," she whispered. "I'll make you cum, darling. And you'll do the same for me."
She crossed her hands at her hips and lifted the simple dress high above her head. She put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slipped them off. For a moment, they were naked belly to naked belly, grinding cunts like two lovers fucking.
God help me, June thought. What am I doing? And then an honest answer formed in her mind, I'm doing what I want to.
She kissed Carol deeply, aware that there was now no generation gap between them, that they were, for all practical purposes, the same age, and that they wanted each other.
When their mouths separated, June held her head back and looked at her daughter searchingly.
"I'm taking a gamble that you'll like what I'm going to do-what we're going to do," she said in a husky voice. "Some people would find it unthinkable, but I think you'll understand."
She reversed her position on the bed, her face pressing into the fragrant area of Carol's cunt.
"Put your left leg over me, darling," she whispered. "Oh, my dear, your cunny is so sweet!"
She lay her cheek on the smoothness of the girl's inner thigh, and the maturing cunt, now drawn into a long line, was at her lips. She wet her lips with her tongue, held the two hairy flaps apart with her thumbs, and drank at the girl's pussy like a thirsty traveler at a wayside spring.
When her mother's lovely cunt appeared at her face, its rich odor making her stomach churn with anticipation, Carol knew what she would do. There was a burning love in her, for this mother who slapped her, who had French-kissed her, and who was now offering herself without fear of consequence.
Her mother's body was heavier than hers, but equally graceful and lovely, and the young girl put her naked arms around her mother's hips, her hands going inside the rounded thighs, right to her mother's magnificent cunt.
When June asked for her to put her leg up and across her body, and Carol did so, she also tugged on her parent's leg to achieve the same confronted opening for herself.
She felt her pussy being held open, and shivered with joy.
When her mother's lips and tongue entered into that moist and sensitive area, she quivered with a strange elation. This was really being close, not exactly the way she had dreamed it, but fiercely, compellingly beaufitul. She had been hot from her finger-fuck, hot from the wild talk and the slap. Now she was hotter.
As her mother's heavier thigh swung up and over her shoulder, and the leg on the bottom came forward, she too made the smooth thigh a pillow for her cheek, and she too pushed deep into the reddened flesh.
There was a strong aroma of cunt and heat, a gamy richness of taste that she had never known when she was sampling her own. There was a great deal of clear, thick, warm juice pumping slowly but steadily out of her mother's hole, and she sucked on it gently, trying to convey some idea of the sisterhood and love she felt for this woman who risked criticism and anger to feed her own affection.
When she felt her own cunt contract with lust, and knew that the older woman was doing the same, sucking on her fuck hole, she moved her lips in the redolent pudding of inner lips and gently licked the throbbing bud of her mother's clit. Her nose was next to her parent's asshole, and the earthy aromas joined to make her hot and giddy with warmth and love.
The thick cunt hair felt ticklish and pleasant on her chin and Cheeks, the clinging cunt flesh delighted her tongue. And her mother, licking so knowingly in her own convulsing cunt made a powerful pulse of heat rise inside her.
She could feel her breasts mashing against June's belly, and it made a joyous fire creep from her bouncy, full titties to her crotch.
But, as she licked and sucked, now desperate with the size and heat of the orgasm building inside her, she noticed a change in the rhythm and fire of what her mother was doing to her. The clitoris which her tongue touched in careful and loving licks was hard and jerking, like Mark's prick when it was about to explode. And she hugged the beautiful broad hips to her in a frenzy burying her tongue and lips in the throbbing pussy of her mother.
They came almost at the same instant, a tense feeling of hanging on the brink of a pit of fire and feeling, and then they were gliding down a roller coaster of sexual delight, with the high waves lifting them into ecstasy, which was not diminished when they came down before the next wave. And even as their orgasms exploded, they both kept up the fierce affection, licking and poking their tongues into each other, avid to give pleasure as well as to receive it.
They were both bathed in sweat when they finished their joyous outpouring of love and heat. They came face to face and kissed with passion and love and understanding.
"My dear," said June, tears in her eyes, "I needed you so. I needed not only the release of that giant orgasm, but the release of hatred and the acceptance of love."
She kissed her daughter with tender passion, drew back, and smiled. "You tasted marvelous, child," she whispered. "You're so grown up. And you did me while I was doing you! How marvelous to find acceptance and understanding."
"I loved it, too, mom," the girl said softly. "I thought you were brave and sweet to do what you did. It was so new, so different." She blushed. "But mom, there's something I have to tell you, and now seems like the best time." She dropped her eyes, then went on courageously, "You were right about me and Markie. I guess you could say it was my fault. It certainly wasn't Mark's. And all I wanted to do was help him. Mom, please don't be mad at him. At us. He was-well-playing with himself, and he looked so sad and confused!"
It was only a momentary shock to June. She held her girl in her arms and cried. The naked body, so warm and smooth and alive, felt so good, pressed against her.
"It's all right, dear," she said. "A boy his age needs help. I don't know why I was so upset. Yes, I do! I think I knew what had happened, and I was jealous at being left out. This past four years hasn't been any too easy for me."
She drew a deep breath. "I'm glad we did what we did," she said seriously. "It seems now we're on a par, woman to woman, instead of the false position of being" 'over' you as a mother is with a small child. How grown up you are! And so honest!"
She kissed Carol again, tongue to tongue, and it was very sweet and hot for both of them.
"Your father," June said, "has hardly touched me for over four years. You know what sex is like. Can you imagine a woman like me, warm blooded, needing to be, uh, fucked, and never getting it?" She shivered. "I still don't know what to do."
Carol had her arm around and over her mother, stroking the satiny warmth and fullness of the older woman's buttocks.
"Mom," she whispered, "I may be oversimplifying your problem, but I know a fourteen year old boy that needs you as badly as you need him." She laughed apologetically. "Does that sound so terrible?"
"Do you think he could, uh, service both of us?" June asked lightly. That's ridiculous anyhow. I have no feelings of that kind for Mark."
Hypocrite, her mind said to her. After what you did the other day? Thrilling at his touch, cumming on his tongue and lips? Having him pour his sweet seed out all over my breasts?
"All right, mom," the girl said. "But I hope you forgive me for suggesting it."
"I forgive you for everything, baby," she said. "And I hope you forgive me."
She was burning inside at the suggestion that she actually fuck little Markie. It was absurd, she thought, but she had to admit that it had power over her body and imagination.
CHAPTER SIX
Psychologists and psychiatrists know that sex fantasy is a common denominator of mankind, young and old, male and female. What they do not preach is that all sex, even "real" sex, has a large amount of fantasy connected with it.
David Meyer, a quiet boy except when with his friend Mark Salinger, or his demanding little sister, had some wild and fantastic ideas of sex gripping him.
His mother had volunteered to keep watch over the baby daughter of Mrs. Amos Gardner, who had to be gone for an hour or two on errands. And Dave's mother, having forgotten an appointment with her dentist, had called on David to be a babysitter.
He was eyeing the drooling, smiling baby, a six-month old girl, with some interest. Until the last couple of days, when he had seen and sampled two twats, one grown up, the other on the way, the only close-up views he had had of cunts were of those on girl babies. Usually, of course, when their mothers were changing their diapers.
But now, here he was in full charge of an infant girl, one had a cunt just as surely as her mother did, or his mother, or his sister. Or any other female. And it made his breath come faster and gave him that peculiar sensation of having a hard-on very near the surface.
A cunt! A pink, soft, hairless cunt! Would it have any taste to it? Any of that high smelling aroma? Was there juice in it, as there was with Aunt Betty or his sister?
He closed and latched the heavy front door and approached the golden haired little girl carefully. For all he knew, girls of all ages are prepared to defend themselves against the prying finger, the avid eyes of randy boys. He knew she could not denounce him, because she didn't talk. But something made him cautious, but fantasy and curiosity pushed him on.
He had her diapers off in a few seconds, and dropped to his knees before the sofa on which the baby lay. And there it was.
A tiny, pink, smooth, warm, perfect cunt!
He put his face between the chubby thighs and kissed the little twat, gently at firrst, and then with more heat. There was little smell to it, but, as he bored with the tip of his tongue into that tiny gash with its drippy, pink inner lips, he got a taste that resembled the cunt of his sister.
He had a violent hard-on, pushing against his jeans, and he stopped to take it out. He was so hot that it would have taken only a gentle rub to make him shoot his load, and he did not want to cream his jeans.
He held the child in his arms for a minute, crooning over her. Then, as she seemed happy and placid about all that was going on, he once again put his mouth to her little fuck hole and sucked gently, getting a small mouthful of slick juice. It had very little taste, but it was cunt juice, and his prick throbbed.
To his pleased surprise, the child wriggled her tiny body and put her rosy little hands on his head, exactly as if she were saying, "Suck me, baby! You're doing good! Keep right on!"
His hands were roving up, trying to see if a girl baby titties had any different feeling than a boy baby's, and she got one of his fingers in her chubby hands and transferred it to her mouth. He would not have believed what a powerful suction a toothless infant was capable of. He had seen-furtively, of course-one or two mothers suckling their children. He knew that girls and women's tits had sexual sensitivity.
How hot then it must make a mother for her infant to suck so powerfully on a boob rendered perhaps even more sensitive by its weight of mother's milk.
Once again he rubbed his cheeks between the baby's thighs, thinking that this outer skin was almost as smooth as inner cunt flesh, and it gave him an idea.
He had to cum, sooner or later, and he held the chubby legs together so that he could see they touched. He could spit on the head of his cock, put it between those soft, warm thighs, and get just the right amount of friction for a smashing cum. And once again, through sheer fuck hunger and readiness, his dick throbbed.
He was just moving the little girl's body so that her cunt faced him when her warm little hands touched his prick. And he would always swear that it was pure accident, that he had in no way assisted the baby in her natural impulse, when she got the aching, blood-swollen head of his cock in her mouth.
As any baby would, she sucked on it. Why not? It was much larger than her mother's nipple, but it had its own appeal. And it filled her tiny mouth very satisfactorily.
The outcome was inevitable. The boy was so close to an orgasm that even the touch of her warm little hands could-have started it. But now, in spite of the sickening shock of having his prick in a tiny, innocent baby's mouth, her powerful sucking brought him into the throbbing pang of cumming.
He put out a hand to brace himself against the sofa and shivered with delight as he shot his load into the baby girl's mouth, feeling her swallow, feeling her lips and tongue urging the stud juice out of his cock. He could not believe that it was happening, or that he had, in his randy eagerness, gotten sucked off by a tiny baby.
Something stirred fear in him, and he immediately put his still hard cock back in his jeans. It was just in time, too, for his mother's car drove into the yard.
He got up quickly and unlatched the front door, his heart repounding, and went back to the baby, trying clumsily to rediaper her, and having no luck at it.
When his mother breezed in and looked inquiringly at him, he said quickly, "I smelled something bad, and thought she might have done Number Two in her pants." And then, in horrified panic, he noticed a thick drop of opaquely white jism on the baby's chin.
His mother noticed it too, and her heart went out to the boy, knowing how powerfully he must have been tempted to make him do such an enormity.
To make certain, she picked up the drop with her finger and tasted it, turning to look at the terrified boy as she did so.
Another car drove in at this time. It was Mrs. Gardner, and she thanked Neville profusely for the babysitting.
After the neighbor had left, cuddling and kissing her baby, who looked back at David and gurgled happily, mother and son faced each other, neither anxious to talk but both aware that it had to be faced.
Neville hugged the boy to her, his troubled young face against her big, soft breasts. He could smell her body aromas, perfume and sweat and that unmistakable odor of cunt, which he had learned to recognize so recently.
"My dear," Neville said in her most loving tone, "I'm sure you are frightened by what just happened. I know I am. I know that at your age sex is like dynamite, waiting to blow up. But," and he felt her shudder, "there are certain things you absolutely must not do.
Even if you're only fourteen years old, you can't mess around with baby girls."
"She asked for it," the'boy whispered. "She took it and put it in her mouth."
"That's not good enough," Neville said, but in her heart she knew how it must have fired the boy's hot nuts. She knew how hard and how delightfully a baby sucks, and she could imagine how it began-the baby picking up one of David's fingers and subjecting it to that magnificent pressure, that unbelievable suction.
"You mustn't ever be that hard up," his mother said to him. "I know that fourteen isn't the greatest age for a boy to try and, uh, make it with a girl. But it's possible. Girls your age, and women too, a lot of 'em, are as anxious, to, well, as anxious as you are to have a sexual experience. You've got to grow up sooner or later. What happened today was really wrong. You must try older girls."
"They think it belongs to them, mom," the boy whispered." And anyhow, I just haven't got that much guts."
He had his arms around her now and was hugging himself against the warmth of her breasts and the softness of her belly. She could feel a moist warmth in her crotch, and guessed that something, the knowledge of what David had done, or her own need, was at work building a fire in her thick-lipped cunt. She hugged him harder, and whispered something wordless and soothing.
He remembered what Mark had told him about women, how all of them were hot to trot, just like men were, and as he recalled the tale of how Mark's mother had taken care of him, he suddenly longed to feel his naked body against his mother's, also naked. So he lied.
"I never even saw one with hair on it, mom," he said, and shook with a hard urge to fuck. "I'm just a know-nothing kid."
The furies had hold of Neville now. She had an idea that her boy was lying, had an idea, even stronger, that he had anticipated the thought she had suggested to June Salinger-that he was screwing his little sister. But she had the mother urge to protect him against himself. What if he had seriously attempted to stick that cock of his into that tiny baby pussy! Courtroom notoriety, shameful publicity for all of them, a reputation he could never live down. And besides, she was hot, hot, hot!
She took him by the arm, leaned down and kissed him with her mouth open, and said, "All right. Latch the front door. Might as well throw the bolt on the kitchen door, too."
Her heart began to pound like a triphammer, now that she had admitted to herself that she was going to fuck her son.
They climbed the stairs in silence, and David stayed a step behind, looking at the play of his mother's firm, full buttocks as she went up. He found it hard to breathe. What a story this would be to tell Mark!
But he stood, embarrassed, when they got into his mother's bedroom, and she reached for her dress at the hips to pull it up and over her head.
When she got it off, her big, firm breasts still quivering from being bounced out of the dress, she saw that David had not so much as touched his zipper. And she understood.
She went to him, her breasts swaying with their weight, their dark nipples beginning to swell with heat and blood, and put her arm around him.
"Get undressed, my dear," she whispered, excitement making her breath come harder. "Here, I'll help you. You mustn't be ashamed in front of your mother." She smiled. "Remember, until a few years ago, I bathed you."
She thought of how many times she had cleaned that sweet prick of his, handling it with love and care. Kissing it, until he got too old, and then still craving it.
He lent an expert hand in getting his jeans and shorts off, and pulled his knit shirt up over his head.
"Like I used to do when you were a little boy," she said, and there were tears in her eyes. "Now, she said, "you can pull mother's panties down and see one with hair on it."
She shivered as the boy knelt at her feet and rolled her white nylon panties down, exposing her cunt. His mouth and nose were exactly at the top of her slit, buried under a mass of dark hair. It was opening from her heat, which forced blood into her inner lips, so that their swelling was forcing the thick outer lips back, and she could feel his warm breath on her clit.
She did not know whether or not he had, in truth, ever seen a mature cunt, let alone sucked into one, but she had such a craving to suck him off that she didn't care.
She put a maternal hand on his back and said huskily, "Get up here and lie on your back, Baby. I'm going to give you the same thing you got from the little Gardner girl."
"Wait," he said. "Will you, uh, get over me? Get your, well, your pussy over my face so I can at least look at it while you do that to me. Oh, Mom!" he cried, and it was not a cry of fear but of elation, "I want to see everything! Can I suck your boobs?"
She lay beside him, holding her nipple to his lips as she had when he was an infant, and he sucked the big nipple in with all the ferocious power of a suckling baby.
"MMMMMMMM!" his mother groaned, feeling the fire from her mauled titty going down to her cunt. "OH GOD, DARLING! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"
Her hands were stroking his head, down his back, and she could feel his cock getting harder and harder, mashing against her thigh. She reached for it and nearly fainted.
"I never realized you were so grown up, darling," she said in a low voice. "OOOOOOH! WHAT A NICE DICK! WOW," and her voice became less of a scream. "Do you want mama to get over you?"
He rolled away, grinning. This was just like old Markie had said it would be. "Tell 'em you need help," he said. "Show 'em your prick. They all want to help kids our age."
He got his face close to his mother's pussy, felt in the dry hair for the moistness of the lips, and said, "Oh yes, mom! Oh yessss! Get over me! Mom, are you going to suck me off like you said? Oh geez, mom, can I suck you while I'm looking? Looking at your, uh, your pussy, will sure make me hot."
He drew in a deep breath as his mother's thighs opened above his face. He could see it all, all the long slit of her cunt, directly over his face. The inner lips were much darker than on his ten year old sister, or on the blond he called Aunt Betty. They were almost purple, and they were so bathed in cuntal juices that they resembled raw liver. Even as he looked, one large, clear drop of warm, thick fluid oozed down a crinkled hair, hung there for a moment, then dropped on to his forehead.
There was a thicker, more sweetly choked aroma all around his face, and he suddenly pulled his head up, and sucked once in the very heart of the slobbery-warm pussy.
He lay back smiling, licking his lips, and felt his mother's mouth close over the head of his cock. Her full lips were slick with her saliva, and her broad, strong tongue lapped around his cock with a deeper love than he could ever know. He felt the warmth and wetness engulf his prick, felt it strike the back of her throat, and then, by some miracle, two inches or more went on down into his mom's gullet.
Her warm breasts, heavy with their full charge of hot blood, touched and spread on his belly as his mother went up and down on his dick. Her butt looked huge and beautiful, spread and stretched as it was, and he locked his hands above her rump so that he could pull himself up and bury his eager mouth in her dripping, tasty cunt.
When he could move his mouth up to the hole that was flowing all that rich juice, he sucked as hard as he could.
He heard and felt the cries of his mother as the walls of her cunt were pulled together by his suction. The screams were a wordless, "AAAARRRRGGGHHHH! AAAARRRR GGGGG HHHHH!" and they were muffled because her mouth was filled with his prick, which felt the outcries as vibrations on its tender head.
His mother had a great deal of cunt hair, dark and lovely. It clustered along the line of her outer lips, meeting below her fuckhole, and was deeply curled around her anus, clear up into the crease between her buttocks.
On a quick impluse, with love and heat his only guides, he clung to her hips and closed his young mouth around his mom's asshole, tonguing as deeply into it as he could.
Her generously built body stiffened, and her sucking on his pole of meat became harder, more intense. She was groaning constantly now, and her butt was rising and falling, as if she were trying to fuck his tongue. In a haze of red heat, he reached between their bodies and gripped one of her big tits, squeezing and milking it when her cunt came down to his face.
He was on the verge of orgasm, and something told him that his mother was in the same boat. He could now fuck up into her face, feeling his cock go part way down her throat, feeling her tongue laving it as he came back, and all the time the force and sweetness of those full lips, so wet and slicked with spit. When the thud of cumming struck in him, and his cock swelled with joy and the radiance of cumming, he swung from her buttocks and kept his tongue working busily in her crack.
His mother had truly been surprised and delighted with the size of David's young prick. Now she was overjoyed with the size of his load of rich protein. And she was nearly crazy from the spasming of her cunt as his tongue brought her to a climax.
They rolled there in a frenzy, sucking each other, pouring out their love for one another in semen and cuntal flow.
David had swallowed as much of his mom's juices as he could, and the rest was smeared on his cheeks and chin and nose. And his own overload of jism, so rich and slick and warm, throbbed out as Neville mouthed his swelling cock.
She was careful to drop on her side as she collapsed in a warm tangle of legs and breasts and arms, so that she would not smother her beloved son.
She was jubilant. All her love went out and surrounded this boy, her first born, and she helped him, as she had wished.
She moved around so they were face to face, smiling the tenderest of smiles, and carefully kissed away all the slick, tasty traces of her cum juice, crooning to the boy.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH! OH, MY DARLING! YOU WERE SO MARVELOUS! SO BIG! SO FULL OF YOUR LOVELY SEMEN!"
He kissed her eagerly, getting his tongue in her mouth so she could suck it, then sucking her tongue. All that he had ever heard or thought or dreamed about sex had been fulfilled. He felt drained, naturally, but felt as if his young balls would fill with seed again. He sucked on the big breasts, now even bigger and heavier than ever. He held them in both hands, marveling at their creamy whiteness where her swim suit bra covered them at the lacy complex of blue veins that showed in the tender flesh.
His mother lay still, rejooicing in this man child of hers, her body eager for his caresses, his explorations.
She remembered that he had reamed her asshole with his tongue, and it made all of her warmed up fuck system clench and quiver with deep joy. She put out a hand to his head.
"It feels so good when you suck on my titties," she said quietly. "You sucked me somewhere else good, too. How did you learn that?"
She could see the blush creep up his bare body.
"I guess just from listening to guys talk," he muttered. "And there are books around that tell about it. You know, books with photographs in them? I'm glad you like it."
She quivered all over.
"I loved it," she said simply. "It was the nicest feeling I ever had. Truly. Did you like what I did to you? Was it better than that little baby?"
He flushed again and took the spit-slicked nipple from his mouth.
He said, "It was better, a million times better, because I really dug all that was happening. I mean, me sucking you. It made it so much better. God! Is that ever sweet!"
But don't you have any curiosity about the other thing a woman or a girl can do for a boy? Like, you know, where you put your wonderful big peter into me and fuck? Does it scare you or make you sick to hear your mother say fuck? You've got to remember, mothers are just human beings. Your mother talks like any other human being."
He giggled and nestled against her, and she could feel his cock throb against her leg.
"Nobody's mother ever talked to me that way," he said. He thought of the frankness of Betty, and consoled himself with the thought that she wasn't anyone's mother. Instead of feeling bad, he felt wonderful, and he let go of the big, soft breast so that he could feel down his mother's belly, down to the hairy softness of her cunt.
The dark, well built woman immediately opened her thighs, so that he could get into the warmth and slickness of her cunt.
He bent over it intently, holding the thick lips apart with his fingers, sniffing in the thick, marvelous smell.
He blew into the warm cunt flesh, watching it quiver as his warm breath stirred it. He leaned down and kissed it, feeling the clinging cunt flesh flutter under his lips.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" his mother moaned. "THAT'S BEAUTIFUL!"
He ran his tongue down the dark red slash, down to the leaking entrance unto this familiar body, and wiggled it in the closed portal to her cunt.
She clutched his hair and screamed hoarsely. "OH, BABY! IT'S SO SWEET! I'M HOT! HOT! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!"
He moved his body so that her warm hand could reach his prick, and kissed lightly up and down the slash of warm meat. He felt her fingers close on him, then felt her jerk the thick skin back, ever so gently. I must be getting another hard-on, he thought with pride and pleasure. That's pretty good-three in less than an hour.
He was so fascinated with that red-veined cunt that he held its thick lips apart and tried to see into his mother, beyond the tender closure where slick, wet flesh closed, fold on fold, to keep its secrets.
While he was gazing into it, it moved as the muscles, activated by heat, closed on an imaginary cock, and his mother, hotter than ever, breathed, "AAAAAHHHHH! AAAAA HHHHHHHHHH!"
She was now pulling on his peter gently, in a kind of rhythm which matched what she had done with her mouth. There was something almost intolerably exciting to her in handling this living piece of meat, this soft skinned hardness that made her baby boy seem so much of a man.
His fingers, touching and prying into her snatch, were adding to her sexual tension, and she humped her strong body joyously in pre reflex motion.
When she judged that she had his cock hard enough, she let go of it and patted him on his head. "Let's go, darling," she whispered. "It's time for the other thing."
She took one suck at his prick, thinking how good it would taste after they had fucked, with his jism and her cuntal ooze dripping off it.
When she sat up on the bed, wondering if David would be up to this, she saw by his flushed face and bright eyes that he was as avid for it as she.
She held him between her knees, his face between her hands, and leaned to kiss him.
"We'll try something new," she said. "It's a long time since I've done it this way-but there's a reason for it."
In her bedroom, in front of the pair of big windows, there was an old fashioned cedar chest, with a cushion which made it a handy window seat. From it, one commanded a view of the front yard, the walk, the driveway, and the street.
Neville, seething inside and anxious for the cock, stood and looked out.
"I'll get like this," she said, leaning with her elbows on the cushion. "This way, I can see if anyone comes visiting, or if your dad, God forbid, should come home early, or if your little sister decides to leave her friends and hurry home." She smiled at him. "In that case," she said, "you run and grab your clothes and get in your room, and we'll do it another time."
She looked at him searchingly again, holding his hard young cock, running the skin back on it until her thumb touched his pubic hair, then pulling it forward.
She turned back to lean on the window seat, her divided ass spread before him. "See," she said, "you can get it' into me from the rear, too."
He was impressed. "Golly," he said, "I never realized that your hole was really at the back instead of the front."
"Fortunately," his mother giggled, "it can be reached either way, front or back. But this is better for you, in some ways. You can see it all, my pussy, see my asshole, see your cock going into me. And you can hold on to my hips, so you can drive it in deeper."
He was breathless as he saw those dripping lips part, showing the empurpled cunt flesh, so shiny with its juices.
He remembered how those inner muscles had moved as he looked at them, and he put the head of his cock against the softly yielding folds of clinging cunt flesh and slowly pushed his dick into that welcoming hole.
His mother had told him the truth. This was a good way. He could watch his cock, now turning red with heat, slip into her fuck hole, could see the inner lips partly dragged in by the friction of his cock. It made him feel hotter and hotter, and he was glad his mother was not tight, like little Nancy. There was something deeply pleasing, something voluptuous, in having his cock sink out of sight in that hot, devouring pussy.
His mother felt it slide into her, and gasped.
"IT FEELS GOOD, DARLING!" she gasped. "OHHHHH! SO GOOOOD!"
She waggled her broad ass from side to side, making his long cock touch her on the sides of her vagina as well as top and bottom. It gave her a fierce pleasure, flushing all through her guts, around her womb.
The boy held his mother by her hips, as she had suggested, and pulled her widespread ass cheeks back against his belly. He felt a tickling sensation around his balls, and saw that, when he pressed in, they were directly rubbing into the upper part of his mother's hot, slick, clasping pussy.
"OH, BABY!" his mother groaned. "YOU'RE BANGING IT INTO MAMA, AREN'T YOU! OH, MY LOVE, MY DARLING! FUCK MAMA, HONEY! FUCK INTO ME REAL HARD!"
He bent over and clasped his arms around his mother's naked body. He knew her big titties were hanging down, and he groped for them, squeezing them hard, and his mother grunted with pleasure.
"UNNNNNHHHHHHH! UNNNNNHHHHHH!" Her voice was hoarse, pleading.
Each time her boy's amazing prick sank into her, she could feel it strike her cervix, so hard that it seemed to move her womb. She heard his voice.
"OH, MOM! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!"
He stopped poking into her, and she gasped, "Keep on shoving it in, baby! I'm about to cum, too. Oh, how I wish we were face to face, so that I could kiss you!"
He pulled his dripping prick out slowly, fascinated by the way it had changed color, even the white, soft skin outside was almost as red as his cockhead. His mother's cunt turned slowly outward as he withdrew, the thick and hairy lips peeling back, while the reddened inner lips seemed almost to drool with their juice. Her asshole, surrounded by dark hair, seemed to move its puckered circle of tender flesh, and he remembered how he had sucked into it a short while past.
He rammed his cock deep into the maternal fuck hole once more, striking that hard ring of muscle which, he knew, was the entry to the womb that had carried him before birth. He looked down at the broad spread of ass cheeks, now drawn so tight by his mother's position that the creases under them did not show.
He felt his nuts begin to explode and he cried, "I'M CUMMING, MOM! OH, MOM! I'M CUMMING!"
She began to rotate her ass in a circular motion, grinding her son's prick in the tight fist of cunt muscle which gripped him.
"UUUUNNNNHHHHH! FUCK ME, SON!" she cried hoarsely. "POUR IT INTO ME, BABY! OOOOOHHHHH, THAT'S WONDERFUL! FUCK ME, MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY!"
She felt his prick swell and throb, and her insides were bathed in the thick, warm slickness of his jism. It was so beautiful to her that she let herself stay on the brink of orgasm. Then, as he fucked into her more deeply, his bare belly striking against the smooth white skin of her softly muscled ass, he felt her inner muscles clamp on the sensitive head of his cock, and she screamed:
He was hanging on to her, one arm under her, holding her breast, the other around her thighs. Like his mother, he was limp in the legs, but he too wanted to maintain this warm connection.
Sweat dripped from her forehead down into her eyes, but Neville Mayer held on to her boy with her cunt.
After he had dribbled the last tiny bit of his jism into the slick folds of her vagina, she straightened part way up and whispered, "Darling, are you all right?"
She turned to him, her breasts beautiful in their swollen state, and held out her arms. David came to her as he had when he was a little boy. As she thought of how she had been good to him, supportive and protective, her eyes were filled with tears of love and gratitude that she had done this rather unusual duty of parenthood. She remembered what she had broadly hinted to June Salinger, and a grin chased its way across her tear stained face.
If she does screw Markie, Neville thought, I only hope that she gets as much pleasure out of it as I did.
She kissed the top of his tousled head and dropped to her knees. His cock was thickly smeared with his-and-hers fuck juice, and she swallowed as much of the boy's organ as she could. It was still almost stiff, and made a lovely mouthful.
When she had cleaned off every slick and tasty drop, she stood up and took a long look out the window.
She turned back to David and hugged him.
"You see now what I meant?" she asked. "You don't ever need to play around with baby girls, or baby anythings. I wanted you to realize that. I don't mean that you can stick it into me any time you want to, because that just wouldn't always work out. But now you know you never have to be dangerously hard up. Baby girls are poison, baby."
He eyed her mischievously, one hand stroking her breast.
"How about ten year old girls?" he asked impudently.
"Get out of here, you barbarian," she said. "I'll let the ten year old make her own decision on that. Or maybe she's begging for it, like the baby!"
She watched him go with some pride. Part for him and his guts, part for her and hers.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sun was still up, thanks to Daylight Saving Time, when the Meyers finished dinner and went off to play bridge with friends, leaving Dave and Nancy at home. And it was idea time for young David.
When he got Mark on the phone, he said, "Come on over on the double. Mom and dad are out, and I've got something to tell you. Something really hot!"
Mark listened with deep interest while Dave told the full story, in all its explicit detail, of his afternoon with his mom. And Mark, following the tale avidly, took his pal's hand and put it on his swelling prick.
"God Almighty!" Mark said. "That's really hot! Geez, maybe if I play it right, I could fuck my mother." He clapped his pal on the back and grinned. "You low-down motherfucker!" he kidded.
"And listen, Markie, I don't know about Nancy. I can't get over what she told me about that sixteen year old guy-remember, the one she said was older and tougher than me-that she says wants to fuck her. Whistles at her, down at the drug store. What do you think? Is she lying?"
Mark shook his head. "She's just a little kid, but she's got legs and ass as good as anybody's. And if it's the guy I think it is, he'd do it. He will fuck her, I mean. You know Rod Benson? The guy with the red Ford convertible? They don't call him cherry picker for nothing." He pounded a fist into his palm. "We can't stop her from screwing him, maybe," he said. "But if we fuck her first, at least he won't be getting a cherry!"
He drew in a deep breath. Both of them, giving little Nancy the fucking of her life. Like with Aunt Betty! His hard-on grew.
It was no trouble getting the girl out of the house and into the old barn. She literally pranced out between the two school boy studs when they said, grinning, "Come out to the barn."
The three climbed into the hayloft, and rolled together on the old canvas tarpaulin on the loose hay, feeling, petting, kissing. And little Nancy was beside herself with hot joy.
"Both of you dudes are going to fuck me! Hotsville! It's so grown up, being fucked by two guys. One in the head, one in my pussy at the same time!"
"Hold on, sis," Dave answered. "We didn't say we'd both screw you at the same time, did we, Markie?" He noticed that his friend was opening his fly, and gasped when he saw how stiff Mark's prick was. And Nancy was holding on to it, trying to suck it, gibbering with fun and laughter and heat.
"Why not?" Dave asked, laughing and feeling the little girl's cunt through her panties. "Sounds like fun to me! But either way, let's get it on!"
They drew straws to see who got the pussy, and David won. And Mark, stroking his big, hard cock, grinned and said he'd watch for a couple of minutes before he let Nancy suck him off.
"You said this was Hotsville, baby," he laughed. "And it's going to be red hot for me, seeing old Dave fucking you!"
The little girl tossed her white panties aside.
"Geez, I've been leaking juice like crazy," she chortled. "If those panties hit the wall, they'll stick! Come on, big brother! Put it in me!"
She lay spreadeagled on the smooth old tarp, the hay making a soft and shifting bed, and she raised her beautiful and almost hairless cunt to help David get it in. But it wouldn't seem to go.
"You're too big!" she cried. "Sure, I've got lots of juice, but it's just not enough!"
She humped up and down, doing her level best to force her brother's cock inside her steaming little split, and she groaned as it seemed to stick once an inch was in. But she held David's face between her hands and kissed him with her tongue, loving him and wanting him to have first crack.
"Wait a minute," she said huskily. "I've got an idea. Your jism is a lot thicker and slicker than my pussy juice. And Mark doesn't want me to suck him just yet. Let me suck you, Dave. Then when you're just ready to cum, pull it out of my mouth and shove it into my cunt!" She was excited at the prospect, almost babbling as spit dripped from her mouth. "That way, Dave, you can be the first boy ever to cum in my pussy. You almost did, just the other day! Oh, baby, come on and let me suck you!"
She lay on her side and her brother, positions reversed, lay with his face near her fat little pussy. He could see that the outer lips were being forced open by the flooding blood which made the inner labia taut and full. But before he could get his mouth into the crack, his sister was swallowing his young cock, polishing it with tongue and lips.
He fucked into her throat, every sense tingling, hotter as he sniffed the strong, aromatic pussy.
"Go good, sis," he panted. "Another minute of this and I'll be ready to fill you up with jism."
He turned his head to look at Mark's organ and laughed.
"You'll be taking a wet deck from me, old partner," he teased. "But just think-my cum will make it easier for you to get it all the way into this tight little hotbox!"
Mark's smile was broad. He took his slacks and shorts all the way off, and crouched with a stiff and jerking prick near the juncture of Nancy's lips and her brother's penis. It was almost too hot to watch, the prick sliding into the girl's mouth and throat, the way her cheeks sank in as she applied all her suction.
He looked at his pal's face, so tense with interest, and said, "Hold it a little, Nancy. I think Dave's about to get off!"
The girl wrapped her warm little hand around the spit slicked organ and took it out of her mouth.
"Come on, quick, Dave!" she gasped. "I'm about to cum, myself. Put it in me, and we'll cum together!"
It worked out perfectly.
David, whose cock had already felt the first throb that precedes a cum, reversed himself and fell between his sister's thighs. She held her cunt open with both hands, and Mark, his heart thudding, took hold of David's prick and guided it in.
Something had happened to the young girl's twat while she had been sucking her brother off, and he had been lightly kissing around her juicy little split. There was so much of her juice spilling out that David's prick went in a little farther, perhaps two inches, before tighteness stopped it.
But he didn't care. The moment his prick went in, he began to cum, and he fucked furiously into the entry of Nancy's tightly gripping young pussy, shooting a heavy load of rich, thick jism into her.
She could feel his cock expand and shoot, and could feel the warm, slick flood that poured from her brother's dick. It was all she needed to bring her a deeply satisfying cum, and she clung to him, her arms around his neck, eyes closed, as he simultaneously tongued her and filled her little cunt with his sperm. Both were breathing like steam engines, both were grunting with the gorgeous feeling as they came as one.
And Mark, only too ready, waited only until he was certain that David was finished when he pushed the other boy off and kneed his way between the childisTi but maturely rounded thighs.
His eyes were centered on the reddened and puffy cunt, so filled with David's thick seed that it spilled out and down into the crack of her pretty little ass.
When it went in, he felt the tightness, too, but the big cum had relaxed the child's inner muscles, and David's semen had furnished the perfect lubricant, and his first thrust went in deeper than David had gone. Also since her nerves were raw from the blast of her orgasm, she went into a sort of seizure, unconsciously trying to dislodge the prick that felt too good, so good that it hurt her dreadfully.
As it was, this torture, which made her body go off into one paroxysm after another, served only to wrap more cunt around Mark's tool, to force it in deeper.
All her nerves, all her feelings, seemed to be focused in that juicing area, her cunt, and after two more powerful thrusts, her brother's friend had it all the way into her. And with it, with this deep and complete penetration, the little girl felt the luxurious pain dissipate, felt her cuntal area grow warm and welcoming, and, for the first time in her hot young life, knew the pleasure of having her cunt entirely filled. And stretched.
And young Mark, happy to have a moment to draw his breath after such an entry, simply lay on top of the responsive little form and let his throbbing cock soak in her relaxed, throbbing cunt.
Nancy slowly opened her eyes, and the expression on her face was bright with joy.
"It's all the way in, isn't it?" she asked, her soft lips trembling. "I can feel it, way deep up me, filling me full! OH!" she cried, her voice rising triumphantly, "I'M REALLY FUCKING! OH, MARKIE, I THANK YOU FOR THIS FEELING!"
She reached out toward her brother, and her warm hand met his semen-slicked peter. She pulled it toward her mouth.
"Give it to me, Dave," she pleaded. Please! Let me have it! OOOOOHHHHH! COME ON BABY! I CAN'T WAIT!"
Her lovely little body had begun to heave and roll from excitement, and Mark, having been given a few moments to rest his fevered prick, letting it soak in the warm goo inside the childish cunt, plunged into her with certainty and zest.
The tightness of this small hole was marvelous, but there was more to it than just tightness. There were loving little lips of undreamed of muscle inside this randy little chickie's twat, and they exerted their eager pressure on the boy's cock. And, when she got her mouth around her brother's penis, tasting the richness of his fuck slime-with a dash of her own raw juice-the caressing cuntal muscles squeezed harder.
She sucked on her brother's softening prick. Not hard, for she knew that, immediately after a hard cum, it would be highly sensitive. Hadn't it been so for her after she came?
She held the still swollen tool as a child holds a popsicle, and lovingly licked up and down it, pulling the red head out of her rosy mouth with a small popping sound.
When she had it all clean, she regretfully dropped it, and put up her face for Mark's kiss. His tongue found hers, and he, too, loved that strong, intimate flavor of boy-and-girl richness.
He had kept his cock buried in the slickness and heat of the little girl he was fucking, his mound pressed against hers, and he was aware of increasing wetness around his balls.
That had obviously been a big load from young David's balls, he thought, and closed his eyes, remembering again how her pussy had looked, so spread open, so lathered with her brother's sperm.
He moved one hand to place it on Nancy's childish breast, and was surprised to find it swollen larger than usual, and with its creased nipple almost as large and hard as Carol's. He began kissing the young girl again, getting a fierce joy out of being the first to sink a cock all the way into this tight and lovely young pussy.
He could still taste the richness of his friend's semen and the gamier savor of cunt on the young girl's full lips, and it made him change his fucking style. Instead of simply keeping his belly tightly pressed against Nan's, and grinding his cock inside her, he now began to pull out and shove back in long, slow strokes, feeling his prick strike against the soft, yielding end of her fuck sheath. And again he felt that wetness that seemed to pump out of the little girl's tight hole.
And she, too, aroused and responsive, began to fuck harder, instinctively doing what many women never learn-to shoot her body up as Mark's prick plunged in, and to pull her body down as he withdrew, giving his sensitive organ a real rub from both the upper and lower rims of her cunt.
He moaned his gratitude against her tongue, feeling the heat and sensitivity gathering in his cockhead, feeling his balls tighten with the urge to unload.
He could now feel her hard young nipples against his chest, and was glad that, somehow, her dress had been pushed up so that it was bunched under her arms.
He felt her cunt begin to nip him furiously, and heard a high pitched note come from around the girl's tongue. Also, her strong young ass began a brisk tattoo, up and down on the tarp and the hay, milking his dick.
He felt his orgasm begin like the explosion of golden fireworks against a dark night sky, and was so thrilled that he fucked into her like a jackhammer.
When her tongue went thick and limp, and her ass ceased its pounding, he gratefully stopped his own pumping and lay, as before, on the hard breathing, girlish body.
They kissed again, almost timidly. This had been a big experience for both of them, the horney little girl, the eager boy. And when Mark pulled his loins away from Nan's, they heard an outcry from David: "My God, baby, you're bleeding like a stuck pig! Get off her, Mark, before she bleeds to death!"
But the little girl "laughed and crowed.
"Hot damn!" she cried exultantly. "I really had a maidenhead, after all! No wonder it was so hard, getting into me, Dave! And Mark! Bless you, Mark! I'm a woman! I'M A WOMAN!"
She turned angrily when Mark tried to stand up.
"No you don't, dammit!" she cried. "This is the only time in my life that I'll bleed virgin blood! Give me your cock, just as it is now, all blood and jism, and let me clean it up!"
The boy immediately rolled over so that the girl could get to him. His heart was pounding with pride and anticipation. He lay on his side as Nancy partly turned and eagerly began to lick the mingled blood and semen from his prick.
His cock was very tender, not only from the pangs of orgasm but from the pressure of the girl's tightness. But he loved watching the eagerness of the child's pretty face as she lovingly licked up the gory mess from his cock.
There was a great deal of it matted in his pubic hair, and drying streaks of red and opaque white on his hairless balls, and she cleaned them, too.
Her firm young body was gradually relaxing, the thighs beginning to open, and Mark, heated from the sight of this ex-virgin licking up her blood and his cum, gave her sturdy little body a push that laid her cunt open to his tongue.
He found himself strangely stirred by this rare chance to lick up blood from a broken maidenhead, mixed with his own rich protien seed. He had an idea that the trembling young cunt might be very sensitive, so he sucked gently, getting a rich, slick mouthful from the bleeding portals of that tiny fuck hole.
He sucked again, feeling the child's body leap in response, and, from the corner of his eye, saw David with a big hard-on, gently beating his meat as he watched the horny sight.
They were lying in each other's arms when there was a whir of tires in the driveway, and Nancy sprang up, frightened sick.
"It's mom, home early," she gasped. "What will we do?"
Almost immediately, they heard footsteps in the lower floor of the barn, and Neville's good humored voice came, "David! Nancy! Are you up there? I saw the light. May I come up?"
With a sweep of his hand, Mark waved the others to silence.
"Dave and I have a giant rat cornered up here," he said. "Will you stand guard at the ladder? He may try to escape that way, so hit him with your shoe or something."
There was a muffled scream and the quick sound of retreating footsteps, and Mark stood there, looking proud of himself.
Little Nancy threw herself on him.
"Markie, you were wonderful!" she declared. "Saved our lives!"
He held her and ran his hand down her back, into the crease of her curvaceous little butt, and kissed her.
"I'd better split," he said. "What're you going to do about that blood, Nancy baby? Is it still running out of you?"
"No sweat," the little girl said confidently. "I'll mop it up good, and if I leak a drop or two, mom'll just think I'm getting close to my period. I'll be bleeding plenty, then."
"God!" Mark said. "You've got to let me see that. See it and suck it! Wow!"
The little girl put her arm around her brother.
"Sure thing," she said. "Both of you." She looked up at David.
"You've got to sneak into my room tonight," she said. "Remember, you've got a fuck coming!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Morning is the time for making decision, and June Salinger, after a great deal of thinking the night before, made one.
She let Mark sleep in.
He had come home fairly late from the Meyer home and had looked at a ten o'clock show on TV. Furthermore, he had been looking tired in the mornings, she told Carol, and had dark circles under his eyes.
She was rather silent during breakfast, and Carol ate in comfortable silence while June thought her private thoughts.
Once, she looked across at Carol with real woman-to-woman affection, recalling the explicit way in which this young girl had boldly suggested that her mother fuck her own son.
And she thought of Neville Meyer, that forthright, earthy soul who had hinted the same thing. Or hadn't she? Something about boys needing help along those lines. Had she really suggested that she, June, fuck little Markie?
She shivered as her softly muscled ass compressed her sensitive cunt lips against the vinyl cushioned kitchen chair, and felt the tingle of cunt juice churning inside her, the itch as a few drops trickled out between the darkly pouting lips.
When Carol finished her breakfast and left to meet some girl friends at the municipal swimming pool, June got up.
She looked at the vinyl seat of her chair and giggled, and then felt around in back for the seat of her neat house dress. Both were wet, and the lusty mother, having made her decision, found it both arousing and amusing that she had, at long last, permitted her animal nature its full sway over her emotions.
She went thoughtfully upstairs.
"If he's awake, I'll probably lose my guts," she whispered to herself with a smile.
But he was not awake. On the contrary-he was asleep, with the covers kicked off on this warm morning, and his mother could see that he had a thundering big hard-on. She had seen his cock, hard and beautiful, on that fateful day when she had been trying to give some sex guidance, and had wound up with him sucking her off, and shooting his sperm all over her breasts. She had not been able to banish that thought from her mind.
Now, looking at the size and hardness of it, she licked her lips, and felt the slippery movement of hungry cunt muscles deep up her twat.
Noiselessly, her heart racing, she slipped the house dress over her head, and rolled her panties down and off, standing there in her full fashioned, spectacular beauty, her deeply carved breasts tingling and sagging with rush of hot blood to them.
He needs me, the dear baby, she thought. Neville was right. Boys his age have it tougher than girls.
Mark was dreaming a hot dream. He had his mouth on Carol's open cunt, and was trying to suck it, but both his mouth and his sister's open pussy seemed dry. In his dream, he moved up so that he could suck on the nipples of her tumbling breasts, and to his delighted surprise, had a mouthful of rich and creamy milk from the golden globe. It didn't taste like regular milk, but more like her cuntal juices, and in the dream, he thought; That's what she or somebody told me-the nerves of the boobs tie up with the pussy.
He felt something warm at his back, something that seemed to envelop him with heat and love, but could not, for some reason, get his nuts off.
His mother had quietly gotten in bed with him, shucking off his pajama bottoms as she had when he was a baby, gasping at the treasured aroma which came up from his sweating crotch. Her naked body was against his back, her naked belly on his bare butt, and her hand was very tender and warm as it reached over him and closed on his throbbing prick. Her cunt squirmed inside her at the touch, and she nestled closer to the sleeping boy.
His dream now became a transition between sleep and wakefulness as he slowly realized that something real was happening to him, something real and wonderful.
Now, in the dream Carol changed to his mom, who was fully clothed and ready for church, but whose clothes had mysteriously opened to show her marvelous titties and the thick bush of brown hair on her cunt.
He thought she would scold him for being in bed with his sister, but she smiled, and said, "You need to shoot your load, baby."
Then, for some reason not made plain in the dream, his mother was out of her clothes and in bed with him. The dream ceased, and he came awake by degrees, hearing his mother's voice whispering in his ear, "Oh, my darling boy! Do you need mother to help you? Mother's here, baby, don't worry and don't be afraid."
He could feel her hand frigging his cock, and at first he was alarmed-he was close to cumming, and he was always embarrassed when a wet dream left a puddle of cold and sticky jism in the bed for mom to find.
But then he realized that the dream was real, that his big breasted mother, with her perfect figure, lovely ass and thighs, and soft hands was really in bed with him, naked, and was jerking him off.
Since the time he could cum, he had alternated between Carol and his mom when he was fantacizing during masturbation. He had had more wet dreams about his mother than with anyone else, but after she had shot his load, dreamwise, she had always looked at him angrily, and he had been ashamed.
Now, she was crooning, "My big son's pretty peter is so hard and beautiful. Does my baby want to cum-need to cum?"
When he realized it was no dream, he turned over to face his mother, thrilled with the idea of seeing her, pressing against her in full nudity, and, as naturally as if they had been lovers for years, June kissed her son, her full lips closing over his, her strong tongue going into his mouth. And he responded as fully.
She felt a mystic bond between them, an extension of the usually repressed sexual tie between any mother and her man child. And the boy, at his ease since there would be no one to scold him for being himself, felt a closeness that he would treasure all of his life. It made him give another hunch of his loins, a new series of quiet thrusts between those smooth, sensitive thighs.
But June, now as secure in her actions as her son, was in no hurry. So she kissed him again, deeply, letting him suck on her tongue, and gently moved her body so that her face was at the boy's crotch.
She held his cock tenderly, moving the thick, soft skin up and down with a touch as light as a feather. When the wrinkled pink inside of his foreskin showed, she sniffed at it with quiet gusto, and her tongue came out to lick some of the fragrant, cheesy exudate from it. It made her guts churn with desire.
"Do you remember what you did t e other day?" she asked softly. "With your mouth? Do it a little now, but with your finger. Just stroke gently up and down in mother's-well-what do you want me to call it? My pussy? That will do for now, I think. Yes, stroke very gently into my pussy.
He was almost out of his mind with his need to shoot his load, but wondered where he would shoot it. Touching his mom's cunt made him even hotter. He stroked up and down in the moist and slippery channel, not remembering to look for what she had called her clitoris when she was explaining things to him, and it seemed that he would shoot his cream all over his mother. But she wasn't worried, for she kept stroking it, moving her hips just a little as his fingers touched an overly sensitive spot in her pussy, until at last he started fucking into her hand.
He was frantic, he could feel the hot semen rising in his balls, and he cried, "Look out, mom! I'm about to shoot it!
He saw her fierce grin of pleasure as she held his prick and aimed it at her face, taking the first lash of his seed in her open mouth. She was laughing, and she next pointed the spurting tool toward her big breasts, so that he was the white, thick load splatter on one of her nipples, then run down the circumference of the big tit.
He knew she did not care where the expended jism went, so he did not care. He watched her catch another spurt expertly in her mouth, and saw part of it strike her upper lip and disappear into her nostril. Some of the thick white stuff had somehow gotten into her hair, and looked like pearls in a headdress.
The last feeble drops came out in her hand, and she looked at her son, then licked the rich cream from her palm.
"Wow, mom, that was great!" he said. "I never even heard of anything like that before," the boy said. "Golly, when I have a wet dream, I always feel ashamed. I don't feel ashamed about this. You don't mind cleaning it up?"
She hugged her boy. "No, I don't, and I don't want you ever to feel ashamed of anything as natural as a wet dream. Maybe if Carol and I keep you busy enough, you'll never have one again!"
She lay back and pulled Mark up between her strong thighs, so that his chest was on her cunt, his face near her breasts.
"What would you like to do now?" she asked tenderly. Carol won't be home until this afternoon, your dad's in Chicago. We've got a lot of time that we can spend experimenting."
He looked into her eyes and grinned. "What I did the other day," he said. "Only better. I'd like to suck your pussy!"
She was hotly delighted. "Marvelous!" she exclaimed. "But this time, why don't you just get down between my legs, and I won't fool with your peter unless you ask me to. You can look at it, play with it, ask me any questions you want. And I'll pull my legs back and get it up in the air for you."
She lay on her back and pulled her knees back against her lolling breasts, her cunt spread wide and open, her ass looking bigger and broader in this frank position.
"OOO OHH!" the boy exclaimed. "What a sight! Geez, mom, this is going to be so nice!"
He hunched in close to her and had a thought.
"Holding yourself up that way is going to make you tired," he said. Hand me a pillow, and I'll shove it under you. Then you can let your feet come down on my back and shoulders, and you'll still be wide open for me."
When the pillow was adjusted, he kissed once, deep into the core of her cunt, among the blood gorged inner lips. He licked once, very gently, around the clitty button, which stood out hard against its cloak of pink, smooth membrane.
"Oh, you darling!" his mother cried. "That's so sweet, where you kissed me. When you want me to cum, just kiss real hard in that spot, and I'll be there, whooping and hollering!" She smiled down at the crown of his brown haired head, and patted it.
"That's you clito-whatchacallem, isn't it?" he asked. "Oh, mom, you smell so good! And taste so good! OOOO OHHHH HH!"
And he rooted in the fat inner lips, so slick with June's cuntal seepage, so darkened by the reddened surface veins.
He felt a slight throb in his dick as he pulled the thick and hairy cunt flaps wider apart, and stuck his tongue as deep as he could into his mother's vagina.
She gasped with the sudden shock of it, and her ass, broad and white skinned, came up to meet his probing.
"That's marvelous, darling," she said fondly. "Suck on it some more. OOOOO OHHHH HHHH! THAT'S IT. BABY! THAT'S IT! OOOOH HHH! SUCK IT HARDER! OH! OH! I'M CCCUUUMMMMIIIINNNNNG G G GGG! AAAAR RRRGGGGGHHHH!"
Her powerful thighs were pressed tight over Mark's ears, but he could hear her shouts and screams. Her face buried in her cunt, he smiled, proud that he had been able to make a grown woman come so quickly and so well.
When her body and legs relaxed, June Salinger laughed with deep contentment and drew her boy up beside her. She kissed him, running her tongue into his mouth, getting the full taste of her pussy juices and the stronger taste of the ripened exudates from among her inner lips.
"Where in the world did you learn so much about giving a woman pleasure?"
The kid blushed and stammered, he said, "I got some of it from books and some from conversation with guys. But don't you remember the other day? You told me to look and ask, and said which were the, uh, the best places to touch. But it was my own idea to suck on your hole." He giggled, and June hugged him adoringly. "A lot of that good stuff, that clear looking juice, was coming out of it. Did that feel good to you?"
"It felt wonderful to me, darling, and you must have liked it, too," June answered. "My, look at this big thing, it's almost ready again, isn't it?
She licked his belly, finding the raw taste of his sweat arousing and wholesome, and bent to take first one, then the other of his balls in her mouth. She mouthed them slowly, laving them with her tongue, while the boy watched in wonder and pleasure.
When she was finished with licking his testicles, she held them daintily aside while she licked all around them, up and down the insides of his thighs, and up the crease of his ass cheeks. When she reached his rectum, she tongued it briefly, making Mark squirm with joy, getting a kick out of it herself at the raw flavor.
For a few moments after that, they lay silent and together, until June felt the throb of her son's prick, now restored to all it hardness, against her leg.
She kissed him again, another deeply tonguing kiss, and sighed happily.
"I want you to really have me, darling. I mean, I want you to screw me, so you'll always remember that you have me if you need me." She hugged him again. "And I need you, too," she added.
She spoke again. "I know in my heart that you have had your peter in Carol. No, don't say anything. She just the same as told me, and it's all right. I mean it. Really all right. So long as it's a loving thing, and I know it would be, between you two. But I want to do something different for you."
"Feel under me," she whispered. "Can you feel how wet I am? And work your fingers in and out, so you can find my hole. I want you to put it. Do you think you can, darling?"
"OOOOOOOOHH HHHHH! THAT'S IT, BABY! OOOOO OHHH HH! HOW WELL YOUDO IT!"
He had held the thick slippery lips open, using one hand, and with the other he had pushed the head of his prick into her slot, It was a gorgeous feeling, and his mother's fine breasts, their weight stretching them down to his chest-were beautiful. He gathered one in and moved the nipple to his lips, sucking very hard.
"OH, GOD IN HEAVEN!" June screamed. "DO IT SOME MORE! FUCK UP INTO ME, MARKIE! OH, MY GOD! HOW MARVELOUS! FUCK ME HARD, BABY! SUCK ON THAT TITTY! OH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
All the lower part her body was rotating, her cunt holding his young prick like a mixing stick, clasping the tender head. When she had quieted, she relaxed on her son's chest, kissing him hungrily, her mouth open, her long tongue probing in him.
"I came, Markie," she announced happily. "My gracious, I must have been pretty noisy.
"I always am when I cum real good. And you sure made that one good!"
She lay for a moment with her cheek against his, then began that rotation again, but this time she kept her hair mound on his, so that all his cock stayed in her, and her rotation gave her the feeling of being stuffed with prick.
"I'm glad you got off, mom," the boy said, his young face pleased and happy. "It sure felt good to me. The reason I didn't cum, I guess, was I just had a few minutes before.
And a lot yesterday and last night, he added to himself.
But he was getting hotter. His mother's big breasts were mashed between them, one nipple sticking out, now a deep, purplish red from all the sex. He held it and squeezed it, and the woman raised herself again so that he could get the big tit to his mouth and suck it again.
She felt the steady throb of his cock, buried in her cunt, and her nerves gave an answering throb, her muscles closing her pussy on him.
He put both his arms around her and down her back. They roamed over the roundness of her buttocks and into her cleft.
His fingers went deep in, slipping in the cunt juice that heat had brought out of her, with his dick pistoning it out. He felt the clump of hair that grew from the bottom of her cunt around her asshole, and fingered in the sweet slime from her hole.
"MMM MMMMM MMMMM!" the woman groaned deeply. "OH, DARLING, THIS IS SO NICE! SO SWEET! MAKE YOUR DARLING PETER THROB AGAIN. OHHHH HHHH! THAT'S HOW! THAT'S HOW! OOOOO OOOOH HHHH! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!"
He felt her inner muscles begin to play up and down around the tender head of his prick, and felt the burning sensation of his cum shooting into her.
He began to fuck up at her as hard as he could, using all the strength of his leg and back muscles, driving into her deeply, striking her womb, hitting the end of her fuck sheath.
"WOW!" he cried in his mother's ear. "GET IT, MOM! GET IT OFF! OHHHHHHHH, I'M CUMMING! I'M CCCCUUUUM MMMMM MIIIINNNN GGGGGG!"
Her steaming inner cunt felt the hot spray of his seed go into her, washing her cuntal walls, filling her with jism. Her orgasm was harder than the one before, heightened by the knowledge that her son was shooting his load, also.
The lips of her pussy were nerve-raw with her heat and need, and in their position, her clit was being ground between them, adding to the joy of her explosion of lust.
When it was all done, and their breathing was almost normal, June rolled off but brought Mark with her, facing her, and then rolled again, putting him on top.
He looked down at her serene face with love and laughter, and fucked into her with his still hard cock.
His mother's beautiful body trembled all over.
"That's too good, baby," she whispered. "When a lady has just cum, any pressure on her clitoris or on her pussy is very nervous feeling. And you sure made me cum good."
She thought of telling him about her sexless life, about his father, her husband, who was sexually anesthetized, but decided she could not. But, deep in her heart, she felt that she need never starve for cock again, as long as this marvelous boy, her beloved son, loved her and sex so strongly.
When she kissed him, she smiled, and said, "Maybe we'd better get out of this bed for now. You need some breakfast after all that good stuff we did." He watched her get up and looked at the wiggle of her hips, the bounce of her titties.
He had a vivid picture in his mind of all he had seen and done in this few days-the near-hairless cunt of little Nancy, so sweet and tight, the mature charms of Aunt Betty, the magnificent gift of Carol's body and her sweetness and concern for him and his welfare. And, of course, what had started it-his mother's instruction, and then this, today.
They had all wanted to help him. Loving foolishness, but he knew that there was some purity of motive, a desire to help and "mother" the male. Even little Nancy, when he had shot his load into her sweet little pussy, had hugged him and patted him on the back.
He spoke to his mother, "Mom" I'm not saying I did or didn't screw anybody, nor who, nor when. But listen-if I did, could I talk to you about it? Using plain words? Bad words?"
She held him closely, his face in her big, soft breasts.
"After what we've done," she said fondly, "it seems to me that you should be able to say anything to me. Bad words? You mean like fuck and cock and cunt? Baby, there is no such thing as an evil word, only evil minds. If you want to think that," and she patted her pussy, "is a cunt, that's wonderful with me. Cunt's just another name for it."
Maybe I am a cunt, she thought, for doing this to my boy.
But after she had gone down to make his breakfast, leaving Mark to dress and follow her, she denied the thought she had had.
"I'm human," she whispered to herself. She grinned. "And Mark's human, too. But I needed him so. I've got to be honest. Part of what I did, I did for him. But mostly, it was for me!"
CHAPTER NINE
A couple of bright, happy things came to David and Mark the next morning.
David awoke with a hard-on, and little Nancy, on her way back from the bathroom, looked in and saw it.
As a result, David came fully awake with his sister, her shortie nightgown up around her waist, sucking his prick.
"You guys are so lucky," Nancy pouted, "having cocks that get big and hard, and stick into a girl, and shoot off."
But look at what girls have," her brother said, fingering her wet, slick little hole. "And your titties are growing, too, baby. In a year, you'll have boobs as big as mom's
'she got on her hands and knees and pushed him over, so that she could try to get his cock into her, with her on top. But it was a failure. David, remembering how he had fucked his mother from the rear, said, "Get up on your hands and knees and turn your butt toward me. Let's try it that way."
The little girl squealed with interest and happiness, and got into the position.
"Oh, Geez, I'll bet this'll be fun," she cried. "Dog fashion! Isn't that what they call it? Wow! I'll bet you can see right up my ass." Her voice became sober. "Don't try to fuck me there, " she said. "Not ever. Unless I tell you."
She was suddenly shaken at the thought of a boy's peter going into that tender and sensitive hole. She had heard of it, and had seen pictures of it. She had thought of it as horrible and disgusting. But now, having been fucked and finding such joy through the pain, she thought, Maybe I'd like it.
She felt David's hands on her buttocks, prying them apart, prying all of her apart, it felt like, and then there was that stirringly beautiful pain of a hard cock in her little cunt, still sore from having been fucked night before last.
She waggled her cute little ass from side to side, and Dave asked her, "Am I hurting you, baby?"
She pushed back at him. "A little," she admitted. "Remember, I was a virgin two days ago." She laughed doubtfully and said, "I wish we had old Markie here-he could shoot off in me, like you did for him, and you could get in easy."
He backed away. "We don't need Mark or anybody," he said. "Lie on your back for a minute."
He got between her legs and lifted them up to his shoulders, pulling her light body until her knees were over his upper arms and her young cunt was spread out just at his chin.
The little girl giggled.
"I'll eat you," he smiled, but just long enough to fill your little cunt with spit, so I can get it in you."
He bent to the smooth lipped pussy, holding it open with his fingers. He drooled out a quantity of saliva into the bubbly-pink closure of her cunt, and pushed it in with his tongue.
When he judged he had her full enough of spit, he let her down, and said, "Okay, cutie, raise your sweet little ass."
When she did, he put his prick into it, forgetting the dog-fashion bit, and forced it into her about half way.
"Oh God!" the little girl croaked. "That's so wonderful, Davey dear. Pull out and then shove in again. I can feel something happening in my twat. Like I was making some juice, too. OHHHH HHH! LIKE THAT! YESSS SSSS! SHOVE! OHHHH HHH HHH! IT'S GOING IN!"
She began to hump up against her brother's hard prick, feeling the marvelous stretch, the unbearably beautiful pain he was giving her. And loving it.
He felt himself deep in her, deeper than he had ever been before, and felt the incredible gift of a girl's pussy chewing on his cock.
He was holding on to her small tits, the big nipples between his fingers, and he could feel them swell and grow.
She put her arms around his neck and began to kiss him, sucking on his tongue and humping her ass up to him in rapidfire rhythm.
The young girl felt her brother's cock expand and throb, as Mark's had, only two nights ago, and felt the hard shots of slick, sticky cum wash into her.
She had begun to cum as his cock had gone into her, and now it was like an echo, a brand new orgasm, bigger and sweeter than the first one. She felt as if a big ball of fire, gathered around her childish womb, had exploded into sweeping fire that ran all over her. The pain of her ruptured maidenhead, still very real, only made the sensation seem better.
The older brother, holding his little sister in his arms, feeling her cunt still spasmodically working on his peter, bent and kissed her.
"I came too quick," he said. "You can't trust these morning hard-ons."
"Silly boy," she said, and kissed him, her red lips open. "That was marvelous. The best yet. I feel like I've been cumming for ten minutes without stopping."
They heard their mother's rich voice floating up the stairs.
"Are you kids hungry? Sausage and pancakes hungry? If you are, come a-runnin' or I'll throw it out!"
Something very similar happened at the Salinger home. The only difference was that June had gone for her bi-weekly day's service as a volunteer at the Community Hospital. And it was Mark who came into Carol's room, to find her just waking up.
She was so beautiful as she sat up, flushed with sleep, and her womanly breasts showing their lovely shape and size through her sheer nightie that Mark stopped and stared.
When she held out her arms to him, though, he came to her at once, and they leaned together, sucking tongues, while Mark squeezed one of the gorgeous boobs.
"My dear, sweet little brother," Carol whispered. "You were so great the other day. Isn't this mom's day at the hospital? Do you want to take your clothes off?"
Her voice was very tender and gentle. After all, he's as timid and shy as I am, she thought. And I'm older-I have to take of him and his feelings.
When he had shucked off his clothes in his own room, Mark ran downstairs and checked that all doors were locked. When he ran up the stairs, panting, he had a hard-on, and he jumped into bed with his sister, trembling with eagerness.
"Oh, Markie, my little brother," she whispered, giggling, "where did we ever find the nerve to do these things?"
She let one of hands slip down between them and grasped his penis. There was a lump in her throat as she remembered how it had shot off its delicious juice in her, of how marvelous it felt and tasted.
With the wealth of information that he had gathered in the past few days, he buried his face in her breast, got one hard nipple between his lips, and stuck two fingers between the fat, hairy lips of sister's cunt and began to work them in and out.
Her response was immediate and thrilling.
With a moan of desire, she lay on her back, her thighs spread wide to give Mark more room to finger fuck her, and held his other hand, kissing it and sucking his fingers. If I wanted to get my cock sucked, he thought, this would be the time.
But his cock craved something tighter and more solid than his sister's mouth, and he let go the tit between his teeth and said, "Baby, I want to stick this into your pussy. I want to fuck and fuck you and shoot my jism into your belly!"
Her lovely young body flailed up from the bed as if her cunt were trying to swallow his whole hand, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Let's get it on, Mark baby! Golly, it makes me so hot when you talk like that! Come on, get on top and stick this big thing right into my pussy!"
But he remembered the comfort and the pleasure he had gotten with his mom on top, and he said; Let's try something new. With you on top. Come on, sweetie, it's easy. Just get up over me, with one knee on each side. About even with my cock!"
She laughed in an embarrassed way and whispered, "It's a good thing you're my brother, or I could never do this!"
She did as directed-she thought. But she faced his feet, and when he saw the wide beauty of her opulent young ass, its sweet crack opened by her position, he said, "That's the way, sis! Now I can see it go in while you feel it! Wow! This is great!"
He pressed his hard cock down, trying to make it meet the glistening hole, and when it was resting against the fuck channel of red and clinging cunt flesh, he said; "That's it, honey! Just shove back. Push straight back and I'll guide it in!"
The girl gasped as she felt the pressure of her brother's big prick go into her tight and sensitive fuck hole. She moved her body back until she was sitting squarely on his prick, and he watched each inch of it sink into her wet, slick pussy.
When she was sitting straight, she put her hand on her hips as if she were doing calisthenics, and wiggled and squirmed her torso, her clit grinding against the base of Mark's cock, and all of it, inside her, rotating to touch every hidden part.
He had his hands over his sister's, holding her in place, speared on his cock, and he remembered how it had looked, going into that pink hold, collared by brown hair. He moved his hands up to hold her breasts, which were growing heavier as hot blood pumped into them.
"Go forward, sis," he begged. "Put your hands down on my ankles, and raise your pretty butt. I want to see it all."
Laughing, she did as he wished, and moaned as the big rod of meat pulled out of her tightness. She could feel it almost go out, feel the head throbbing in the entry to her cunt, wondering how it looked to her little brother. It felt so good that she wriggled again, wagging her ass from side to side, and smiled when she heard a long" Mmmmmm mmmmmmmm!" from the boy.
"This feels so good I want to cum, said the girl. "We've got all day, so if we both shoot our loads-isn't that how you say it?-isn't that how you say it?-we'll have fun recovering and we can do it again." She sighed. "The only thing is, I wish I were facing you, so we could kiss when we let it go."
Her sweet voice was so plaintive that Mark relented.
"Okay, then," he said, "Can you turn around without getting off? No, I guess not, unless you were an acrobat. Go ahead."
He steadied his sister as she pulled up and off his hard prick, feeling her tightness rub on his raw-nerved cockhead. When she was off, he said, "All right, baby. Let's get it back in." he whispered. "OOOOO OOHHH HHH! That sure was a sight! We'll have to try it dog fashion one of these days. So I can watch it go in."
His sister, sitting on his stomach with his hard cock against the upper part of her buttocks, gave him a playful slap.
"Be quiet, sir!" she said, blushing. "Dog fashion, indeed! Would you try to shame your own sister?" But she was laughing.
Without being told, she got up on her knees, reached behind her and took his slimy cock in her hand.
"I think I can do this myself," she whispered, her sweet young face in a frown of concentration.
She rubbed it up and down in her channel, then slowly sat back, once more closing her eyes at the sweet pang of a hard cock stretching her young twat.
"Oh, this is beautiful!" she cried. "Oh, Buzzie, you're so big and hard! It feels so cummy! But can you fuck me in this position? Don't I have to do the moving?"
She stretched herself at full length on his body, her legs on top of his, and wiggled. She drew back and looked at him inquiringly. "Is that the way?" she asked.
He hugged her, smashing her perfect young tits on his chest.
"Not quite," he said, "Get your legs apart, and get your knees down on the bed. Yeah, like that. Now hang on to me and just raise your behind and come back down. See? Isn't that easy?"
"Oh Lordy, yes!" the girl said fervently. "And you rub everytthing I've got when we do it this way. It's wonderful!"
She clenched her buttocks and her young cunt closed on her brother's peter. "I can do more when I'm on top," she said breathlessly. "Did you feel me squeeze you?"
He pumped up into her tightness and heat, raising her body with his strength. Her eyes became round.
"Do that again," she begged. "God, you're strong!"
He put his hands down and held her buttocks open, so that he knew her cunt was stretched wide, and fucked up at her again. He did it a few times more, each thrust going in deeper as he put all his strength into his lunges.
"Stop, stop!" she moaned. "Oh, Buzzie, I'm just about to cum! It feels so queer, mounted 'way up in the air like this! Will I fall off when I cum? I get all weak, sometimes."
She blushed, and he knew she was talking about the many times when she was alone and masturbating.
"I'll hang on to you," he promised. "It's not far to fall, anyhow," he joked, "and the bed's soft. COME ON!..
When it was over, every last pulsing contraction of her pussy, every last tiny drop of Mark's cream squeezed out, they rolled apart, then back together to kiss.
Carol got up on her haunches, her thighs looking as large as her mother's in this position, and held her hand under her stretched hole to catch Mark's jism as it slowly ran out of her. When she had a good handful, she licked it up, rolling her eyes, and said, "That's the best taste I know of. They ought to make another ice cream flavor like that. Girls would but it, even if the men wouldn't. Her eyes twinkled as she inserted two fingers in her cunt, drew them out, and licked them. Then she lay down again, her sticky hand on Mark's belly.
"Is there anything new happening with you and mom?" she asked, thinking about their frankness only a day or two before.
The boy kissed her and giggled.
"I promised I wouldn't tell," he teased, and then answered her honestly, "Something happened you wouldn't believe," he said. "I wouldn't believe it if it hadn't happened to me.
He told her of the day before, of how he had been dreaming of a pussy, saying nothing about whose it was, and waking up to find mom's warm hand oh his cock.
"We fucked and sucked all morning," he said simply. She was trying to help me. It was wonderful and beautiful. And would you believe it, I never felt guilty about it at all.
She hugged him and kissed him.
Oh!" she cried. "I'm so glad for mom! And for you!"
She held him against her breast as if she were his mother, smoothing the damp hair back from his brow, and told him why mom needed sex, about her diminishing sex life with their dad.
"I can't understand it at all," he said. "Mom's beautiful, and hot, and she does it GOOD!! Dad must be crazy! Or sick."
Carol kissed him gently. "It happens to people, Mark," she said softly. "Mom says that's so. No matter how good their women are, no matter what they're willing to do."
He thought of all his mother had done for him, how she had lowered her dripping gash to his mouth as she went down on him, and of how she had shown him the new way to fuck. I'll bet she'd let me fuck her in the ass, he said to himself.
And Carol kissed him as he lay in deep thought, touched to think that so much should happen to such a kid in such a short time, and how greatly she had been helped by trying to help her brother. She was grateful for her burst of family feeling, and kissed Mark again. He did it, the sweet thing, she thought. But I helped.
She sighed, and Mark turned inquiring eyes on her.
"What's happening?" he wanted to know. "You feel all right?" She stroked his prick.
"I worry about you," she said soberly. "If your're going to, uh, try to screw both me and mom, isn't that going to be too too much for you?" She giggled in spite of the serious nature of the subject. "I know that a girl can cum over and over," she said primly. "But a guy, even a healthy young guy, has only so much of that wonderful stuff in his balls. And I don't want us to wear you out."
He thought about it. Now that he was getting a lot of fucking, he had thought about the same possibility. But he was more anxious to fuck than ever, and so far had never been tired.
"I don't think so, sis," he answered. "But I've been worried some about you. I know you were a virgin, and still are, except for me. But I wonder-you're so hot and ready, now that we've been screwing, won't you be wanting other guys? I mean, trying a different peter?"
She kissed him thoroughly. "You're so sweet," she said, her face rosy. "I've thought of that, too, but do you think I could ever try it with another guy? You know me, the way I am. I don't see how I could do it with anybody but you."
"This is what you were doing the other night when I came in to help you. Does it feel good this way? Is it as much pleasure as sticking it in me, or having me suck it? Come on, baby, all that talk about it has gotten me so hot! Let's do that some more!"
Late that afternoon, Mark rode his little putt-putt bike over to David's, and they went to the latter's room to talk.
They discussed sex freely, now, both of them willing to talk about their mothers as well as their sisters. The big dog, Wolfie, who had trotted behind Mark's easy riding little motorbike, sat and watched them gravely, as though he could understand everything they said. When he lifted his ears at a sound in the hallway just outside David's room, they paid no attention, so Wolfie let it go, although his long nose told him it had the scent of a female creature.
And it was for this reason that little Nancy, listening in the hall, got away with it, and learned something of selfishness.
They had talked frankly about the delights of their mothers, and of Carol, and timidity. Now, as they turned to the subject of Nancy, she arrived to listen.
"Well, we did at least one good thing where Nan's concerned," Dave said, and the child out in the hall nodded, smiling, and said to herself, more than one! But she was anxious to learn what these two boys considered so important.
"Yeah, we got to her before that damned Rod Benson," Mark answered. "Calls himself a cherry picker! Well, we know of one cherry that Mister Big Shot Rod won't pick, right, Dave?"
"We're just lucky , though," David declared seriously. "If we hadn't been wise to him, we might not have had the guts."
"Oh, I was getting there," boasted Mark. Remember, she sucked my dong, and I ate her pussy."
The little girl in the hall was boiling. These two guys had taken everything she had. Of course, she was dying for them to do just that, but they talked as if they were doing her a favor. Or that screwing her had been intended mainly to keep Rod Benson's cock out of warm little pussy.
Rod Benson! Tough guy! Cherry picker! Wow! Her young heart swelled with warmth. This was the guy who whistled at her every time she passed the drug store. Wouldn't it be something to go out with him, try his prick, see if it was bigger and better than Dave's or Mark's? It was worth thinking about, and Nan thought about it.
CHAPTER TEN
It didn't take long for Nancy to promote her chances with the heavy shouldered Benson boy. Only until the next afternoon, in fact, and when Rod whistled, she stopped and smiled, and he came on like a real hard lover.
"Get in my car, chickie," he purred. "Come on with old Rod, and let's get something on for ourselves."
Her young heart was beating faster as he swung his car out into the traffic, and her throat almost closed when he put his big hand on her thigh, close to her cunt, and squeezed. This was the kind of guy she wanted, one who didn't fool around.
Almost in silence, he drove toward the outskirts of town, down a winding lane, and, finally, into a quiet spot behind a clump of white oak trees from which a wild grapevine hung, making a perfect screen. There, he killed his engine and turned to Nancy.
"Little Nancy Meyer," he said slowly, his big arm across her small back. "Are those tits hiding under your little shirt? Let old Rod see, and he inserted a hand under her blouse.
The warm natured little girl turned to the boy, her young lips parted and her arms raised, and gave him her tongue as he squeezed her tender little nipples. When he moved his other hand under her short skirt, thrusting the strap of her panties aside, he had a start. No hair!
But damn it, she was so hot! Maybe she was a little too young, but her young cunt's lips were as thick as a grown woman's, and, when he got a finger in her, she was slick with fuck juice. It made him hotter than he could remember ever being, and dead certain of a maidenhead. One of the guys around the drug store had told him she was not even eleven years old, but the womanly shape of her cute legs and her swinging ass had convinced him she wanted fucking.
He took his hand away from her small but hard nipple tits, and worked his zipper down. To sustain his conviction that Nancy was ripe and ready for the dick, she helped him get his fly open, and burrowed her chubby, warm little hand inside his pants to bring his big, hard cock out. And she was thrilled. It seemed longer than Mark's, thicker than David's, and she jerked the skin slowly up and down as she had for her brother.
"Let's get in the back seat," Rod gasped. "Jesus, kid, do you know what you're doing to me?"
It was a moment's wait, getting into the back, and Nancy had never felt more grown up. Humped in a car! By God, this would show those two smart asses, David and Mark, that she didn't need their kind attentions!
Instinctively, she reached under her dress to pull her panties off, and Rod, watching, saw that her cunt was practically hairless.
It might have deterred a less predatory cocksman, but to Rod it was an additional challenge a further guarantee of maidenhood. And then, when the little girl threw one leg up along the back of the seat while the other was braced on the floor, and held her fat-lipped little cunt open with her fingers, he got between her thighs and aimed his big prick at the reddened core of juicy little pussy.
She felt him go part way in and hang up, and she thought Oh-oh, he's too big for me, but she hunched up her little butt, pushing for all she was worth, and felt the big organ go in another inch. It was a marvelous pain, feeling as if she were being ripped open, and inside her there was a feeling of warmth, as if all the reservoirs of her cum juice were being emptied at once. It added a slickness that Rod needed, and he bored into her with all his weight and strength. And meanwhile, he had found her sweet mouth again, and his broad tongue, wrapped around hers, brought the roaring fire of orgasm up to its pitch.
He would not have believed it possible, but when the young girl started to cum, and the heat of her sex explosion made her little body writhe up at him with all the strength of her loins and back, he could not hold back, and began to shoot his own heavy load before he was half way into Nancy.
It was weird, she thought, that this older boy, so experienced, should do less fucking than either her brother or Mark, but she was so intent on her bursting climax that she forgot it in the fire of her cumming.
His hot, slick, heavy load of semen and sperm gushed into her, filling her and pumping out over her belly and ass as the big boy held her to him and pumped his cock furiously in and out of her convulsing cunt. And he was quite aware that he had lost stature in the eyes of this ten year old girl, shooting off prematurely in that clutching little sheath of clinging flesh.
So, he took the natural route and blamed it on her.
"That's what I get for going out with babies," he snarled, pulling his dripping prick out of her, spilling more semen on her rounded little belly. "Couldn't hold still long enough for me to get it all the way in. It's your fault I didn't fuck right!"
Nancy, who had been prepared to laugh at the mishap, suddenly felt outraged.
"What do you mean, it's my fault?" she asked angrily. "My brother and Mark Salinger didn't have any trouble doing me. And they're just kids, fourteen years old! Hah! You're some kind of big shot gunner! Can't hold your load!"
He was shocked at the revelation in the girl's scornful indictment. And even angrier that he had been beaten to this potential cherry by others. Two, at least. Maybe more.
"Shut up, you little whore!" he exclaimed. "I ought to make you walk back, but you'd probably cry-baby about it, and get me into some more trouble."
They drove back to town in angry silence, and Rod, sneering, let Nan out a block from home. She was so angry that she knew she was going to cry, so she hurried rather than let the neighbors see this disgrace.
She was sobbing as she ran into the house, and David, coming down the stairs, caught her in his arms.
"Hey, baby," he said sympathetically, "what's the matter?"
She was sobbing out her story, building anger in David, when their mother came in, guessing that the problem had to do with sex, and turned furiously on her son.
"How dare you do this to your little sister?" she demanded. "Wait till your father comes home!"
She pulled up short, remembering what had happened between her and this boy, her son, so recently. And he answered without thinking.
"Hey, mom, take it easy! It wasn't me. It was that big bully. Rod Benson!"
If she had not been such an earthy, live-and-let live person, Neville Meyer would have burst out weeping. As it was, she raised her daughter's dress, saw the puffed out cunt lips and the red lining between them, together with traces of drying semen.
She hugged and kissed both her children, seething in anger, and ran out to her car. The kids watched her, open mouthed, and Nancy, suddenly amused by the entire affair, came to David and put her hand on his prick, which was getting hard under his slacks.
"Come on, baby," she said. "I think mom's gone out to give hell to Rod Benson. Why don't we go upstairs and fuck?"
To Neville Mayer, there was only one way to settle this-to face the "big bully," Rod Benson, and, at the very least, give him a tongue lashing for what he had done. Her thoughts were with her daughter and her unjustly accused son, but her goal was Rod.
She stopped in front of the drug store and called out to a knot of boys standing there, "Which of you is Rod Benson?"
A tall, thick bodied youth with blonde hair and a snub nose came over to her car.
"I'm Rod Benson," he said with a smile. "What can I do for you, lady?"
"Get in the car with me, she said in a toneless voice. "I'm Mrs. Neville Mayer, the mother of that little girl you just raped, Nancy Meyer. Get in!"
Because she asked him where they could talk in private, and he had a sense of humor, the boy directed her to the exact place where he had taken Nancy. But when she turned on him to begin her tirade, he stopped short.
He had been watching this grim faced lady all the way, and her short skirt had pulled up over her strong and lovely thighs. He had observed her breasts, too, and he was aware that anger and sexual need often are inseparable. So, he had a hard-on.
And as Neville turned toward him, bitter words on her lips, he simply pulled his big cock out and waved it at her.
"This is what I fucked your daughter with," he taunted her. "Only she was such a baby, I didn't get it all the way in. I shot my stud juice all over her. I'll bet you're not anywhere near so tight, Miz Meyer. But I'll bet you're hot and ready!"
She opened her mouth to protest and the outrageous boy took her in his arms and put his mouth over hers. Somehow, as she tried to push him away, her hand wrapped around the hard cock, and the size and rigidity of it sent her blood racing. His tongue was halfway down her throat, one of his big hands had gotten inside the neck of her dress, and he was squeezing her tit in a painful, satisfactory way. She was doomed, and she knew it.
When he said, in a commanding voice, "Get your ass out of here and get in the back seat," she obeyed with a docility that surprised her, but she had suddenly become almost sick with sexual desire.
When she assumed very nearly the same position as had Nancy, the big kid, smiling selfishly, said, "This is gonna be choice, Miz Meyer. Jesus, you got a wonderful looking pussy there."
His cock was as hard as it had been a half hour before for Nancy, but anger had released Neville's body fluids, making her cunt slippery and juicy. The big organ went into her without any hang up, but it was so big that she felt pleasingly tight to the boy, and she had the fainting pleasure of being literally stuffed with prick.
She was beyond words, but she had a strange thought, I can't believe this is happening to me!
She should have been sick with guilt, but she had, instead, a genuine feeling of triumph, of having, somehow, overcome a foe.
He fucked into her and she fucked back at him. With her boot braced on the floor and another on the seat, she could bring her richly formed body up as the boy slashed into her with his oversize prick, to their mutual joy.
And young Benson, conscious that he had fallen into the greatest kind of luck, said with rare humility, "I hope this is all right for you, Miz Meyer. Jesus, you're a great screw!"
As women so often do, she had forgotten her anger at her assailant, and she patted him on the back with pure maternal affection.
"It's great," she gasped, "but I think I have to cum!"
The tough kid got his warm hand under her buttock and lifted her for his final plunge into her responsive cunt.
Her body thrilled as the heavy cock ploughed into her, and the big knot of orgasm which had been building far up her womb, broke like a dam giving up its waters.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!" she screamed, humping as hard as she could, her cunt licking and pulling at the intruding prick. I'M CCCCUUUMMMMIIINNNN GGGG! AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGGGG!"
This was the best fuck, Rod thought, that he had ever had. His balls were spurting his fuck juice up the tube in his cock, and this graciously formed matron was paying him a high compliment with her screaming cum. She lashed it into her, feeling each marvelous spurt of his jism as the clasping cunt milked him.
When he had finished, instead of anger he had felt at Nancy, he felt an emotion strange to him. Gratitude.
"You're class, Miz Meyer," he told her as he offered his handkerchief for her to sop up his overflow of cum. "I guess I ought to apologize for what I did, but I can't say I'm sorry." Neville was in a happy state of confusion, but she patted Rod on his wet prick and said, "You're not to blame, Rod. You did a natural thing, and my nature made me share it."
They drove home in pleasant silence, but, as they neared the Meyer home, Rod felt moved to speech.
"I know you said I raped your little girl, Miz Meyer," he said. "But I didn't. She asked for it. And according to what she said to me, I wasn't the first. I'm the third, behind her brother and that other kid, Mark Salinger. I hope you believe me."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Fury and frustration can make a person sick. Neville Mayer was learning this the hard way. She could have exploded with the wrath she felt against David and Mark, even against little Nancy. But how could she say anything to David when she had so lasciviously fucked and sucked him, giving him her cunt, swallowing his jism in a sixty-nine, wallowing in sex with him herself?
In the end, she called June Salinger, and said "I've got to get something off my chest or it'll kill me!"
So, when June arrived, and they were settled at the kitchen table with coffee, she told June what she had learned about Mark and David and Nancy, leaving out the detail of how she had learned of the juvenile threesome.
"I could kill them all," she said with sour humor, "except that they'd probably arrest me for it."
In her emotional turmoil, she was twisting a handkerchief in her hands, and remembered suddenly how the Benson boy, that tough darling, had given her his hanky to mop out her cunt.
She looked at June out of the corners of her eyes, glad that her friend was not a mind reader.
But June seemed undismayed. In fact, she was smiling.
"I guess you wouldn't have called me over here if you hadn't wanted my opinion," Neville the brown haired woman said frankly. "And knowing you, you want honesty, right? Well, here it is-I think you're jealous of Nancy because of David. And," she said with a shake of her head, "I know why. I know I feel a little jealousy toward her, too."
She put out her hand to her her old friend, and they looked at each other with quick understanding.
"That means you took my advice about you and Mark, doesn't it?" Neville asked, with tears in her voice. "Oh, my dear, then you've guessed at my relationship with David, haven't you?"
They clung to each other and cried, big breast touching and teasing big breast, each of the maternal women cleansed of fear or jealousy or anger.
"I'm so glad we had this talk," June said as she left. "I know that society would condemn us, but society doesn't know my problem, right? Listen, dear, don't worry about Dave and Nancy. Mark and Carol have a little something going for them, and I believe it's been good for Carol. She's changed. And for the better."
The sudden release of bitterness and anger can create new life in the human psyche. When Neville now thought of David fucking little Nancy, she also thought of Mark, fucking not only Nancy, but his own sister as well. And his mother. There was a warmth in this thinking that heated her ripe, mature cunt, made her hungry for this boyhood chum of her son.
"To broaden his experience," she whispered through wet lips, "he should fuck another older woman. Me."
It was not only a day of finding herself, of being freed from anger and hatred. It also turned out to be a day of luck. For, early on that afternoon, Mark came banging on the door, calling for his pal David. And Neville, bathed and perfumed and wearing only a very sheer robe, let him in.
"I'm glad you're here, Markie," the woman said in deceptively soft tones. "I have something very serious to talk to you about. Something that concerns you and David. And little Nancy."
He gulped and turned pale.
"Uh, what would that be, Miz Meyer?" the boy asked. He was breathing hard, trying to calm himself.
"Come upstairs with me, Mark, and we can discuss it in my bedroom. I just got out of my bath. I'll dress while we talk."
Utterly shaken, the boy followed the voluptuous woman up the stairs. He could not escape the odors of her femininity-good soap, some exotic perfume, and the smell of warm cunt.
In her bedroom, she faced the boy, casually letting her robe fall open, so that he could see the bulk of her breasts and a dark flash of cunt hair.
"Go on, Mark," the woman said. "I hear you and David have sex problems,, that you went so far as to stick your peters into my little daughter's hot little hole." She smiled strangely. "Do you deny it?"
The boy staggered weakly to the bed and sat down on it.
"No, ma'am, I guess not," he stammered. "Did Nancy tell on us?"
Neville relented. She wanted to open a sexual conversation with this boy, not scare him to death. Besides, her cunt was churning with heat and cock hunger.
She walked over to the bed and pulled Mark's head against her breast.
"Don't worry too much, Mark," she said softly, wondering if he could hear the pounding of her heart. "I'm sure that Nancy made you two boys, uh, do what you did. Isn't that right?"
"Yessum, Miz Meyer," Mark acknowledged, "but I can't say it was her fault. It was as much ours-mine-as hers. Honest."
She sat down beside him and took him in her arms.
"Mark," she whispered, "I want to see your lovely peter. I want to see how big it is.
He stood up, still not looking at the woman, and undressed. When he was naked, with his cock swollen and trying to throb its way up to a hard-on, the woman uttered a little cry and sank on her knees to the floor in front of him, letting the robe slide off.
Gently, holding him around the legs, she lipped the swelling prick and sucked it into her mouth. Her big, soft breasts were mashed against Mark's muscled legs, and her nakedness, seen from above, was a vital picture of raw sex as she sucked on his peter.
He put his hand on her dark head, then took her cheeks in his hands and pulled her back and forth.
Immediately, she released him and got to her feet, her eyes shining with inner fire.
"Thank God!" she exclaimed, tears in her voice. "You forgive me!
"Sure, sure," she said, wondering what she meant, but with his eyes riveted on her nude body. "You sure look good, Miz Meyer."
She hugged the naked boy against her, and he felt her soft breasts spread against his hard chest. She was shorter than his mother, which made her look even chubbier than she was. And because she was a contrast to any of the four women he had fucked in his short sexual career, it made him all the hotter. But still, since he was only a kid, he waited for the grown up to tell him what to do. And strangely, the grown up understood.
She took him by his prick, now almost hard, and pulled him to the bed. "My dear," she said, "I'm not going to pretend I think you are innocent, since I know you aren't. We're going to fuck, you and I, and we can do it any way you like. You on top, me on top, sucking, fucking, whatever." She smiled, and the effort hurt her face, she was so eager for his prick.
He leaned back on the bed, braced by his arms, and looked at this woman whom he had known all his life. He had often looked at her legs, her abundant ass, her large and lovely tits, and had included her among his fantasy images when he masturbated. Shyly, he straightened up and put out a hand toward her cunt, so deeply buried under a triangle of curly, dark hair.
And Neville, as eager as he was, lay down on the bed beside him and placed his hand directly on the closed outer lips.
"Feel me," she urged. "Stick your fingers in my pussy. Look at it, darling. Do anything with it! Please!"
Only now did he seemingly understand what he was being asked to do. He rolled against her, leaned on her body, and stuck two of his fingers into the deep, warmly flowing cunt, feeling the inner muscles close and slide up and down on his fingers.
He remembered she had said he could do anything, so he took his fingers out of the thermal pudding of grasping cunt flesh and licked them, because he was curious to know if this darker cunt would have a different flavor from the others.
To his delight, it did have-a musky, sexy flavor that was enlived by its aroma. And Neville, delighted that here was a boy as forward and bold as David, whispered, "Eat me, darling! Eat my pussy!"
He lowered himself to where he could suck directly on her thick, turned back lips, getting a mouthful of the richly flavored juice as he went down on her. He followed his mother's instructions and held the thick lips back while his lips searched out the woman's clitoris.
When his lips touched that, Neville began to moan and toss her body from side to side. When he gripped her around the big thighs and really ate her cunt, she began to thrash and shriek.
"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE EATING ME ALIVE! BLESS YOU. MARKIE! EAT ME SOME MORE BABY! OH, JESUS! I'M CCCUUUMMMMMMIII NNNGGG!"
By the time her thrashing had died down, Mark's cock was as hard as an oak staff, and he moved up, lying on Neville's big tits, fumbling between them to place his prick in her slot.
When it went in, banging against the mouth of her womb, she said, "Wonderful!" She had in mind to say that it was bigger and better than David's, but the thought of disloyalty to her own son shook her. Nevertheless, she was getting a great fucking, almost as good as she had gotten from Rod Benson.
She could feel the force of the boy's lunges, the deep penetration of his lovely prick, and the thought flashed through her mind that this was something that could not be learned, at least in such a short time. And she knew that June had had only a couple of days to instruct the lad.
She reached down his back, between his buttocks, and tenderly pressed a finger on the young boy's asshole, whispering: "It's all right, dear. Just go ahead and shoot it in my pussy. Here, Markie, open your mouth and kiss me, and fuck me good!"
As soon as his tongue was in her mouth in the symbolic penetration that is as old as man, her heat exploded in her soft belly, and she began to cum again. And, as her orgasm burst into wet flame in her cunt, she felt the boy's heavy load of semen pour out, gushing into the warmth and tightness of her vagina.
He's so great, she thought, silently mouthing his tongue. So sweet, and with such a sweet peter!
She looked at the electric clock on her dresser and said, "Darling, I have to send you home. We don't want David or Nancy to catch us like this, do we?"
They found the Salinger dog, Wolfie, waiting for Mark when he went to the door. The big shepherd was no stranger to Neville, and he was in an excess of joy at seeing Mark, bounding around both of them, sniffing at Mark's crotch.
There was something about the look the dog cast at Neville which made her nervous, and she turned away. But Wolfie leaped after her, running his nose up under her short, loose dress.
Neville had not put her panties back on, and her cunt was full of Mark's semen, but she was not prepared for what followed.
First, she felt the warm breath of the big animal blowing on her tenderest parts, and then the dog's long, slim tongue shot out and licked a long trail upward from her asshole to her clit.
It was beautiful and horrible to the woman, but she had to admit that she had often looked at male dogs licking the cunts Of females in heat, and recalled in shivery detail how the sight had affected her. In spite of herself, she spread her legs open her pussy, and, when the dog licked again, with her permission, as it were, she felt a blast of heat engulf her, along 'with a deep nauseau at the strangeness of her desires.
She drew away, and Mark blushing, grabbed the dog by the scruff of its neck and spoke to it sharply, "Down, Wolfie. Sit!"
He looked at Neville in embarrassment.
"He's always doing something like that with mom," he said. "Not as much as he used to. Except-wait a minute-the last few day's he's been at it again!"
As the boy walked down the driveway, one hand on the huge dog's shaggy ruff, Wolfie half turned to look back at Neville. He ran that long, slender tongue out and licked around his lips. She could see the long, pointed, bright red spearhead of the animal's cock, and she shivered again with a sudden insight.
Her friendship with June Salinger was long lived and deep running. They were much alike, choosing to call a spade a spade, each one's frankness matching the other's.
Hence, Neville knew that June's sex life had been a starvation diet for several years. That was one reason why she had hinted broadly that it might be good for both of them if June took that cunt-shy son of hers to bed with her.
"I often wondered how a woman as human and redblooded as June could get along without a prick," she whispered audibly. "Great jumping Jesus! They got that dog a few years back! Well, I thought I knew all about June, but I guess there must be some things you wouldn't tell your best friend!"
She chuckled, and another shiver of lust and nausea swept her.
She went upstairs and put her panties back on, giggling as she thought of the feel of that long, canine tongue. And wondering about that real size of that red, partly revealed cock.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sex without love can be beautiful. But sex which is high-lighted with love and trust is transcendental. And, although he could not have put it into words, Mark Salinger knew this to be true.
He awoke early on this bright day, having dreamed of his marvelous fuck with Dave's mother the afternoon before. His sister, Carol, sneaked into his room before his mother was up, and had no need to suck him up, since his young prick, so large for a boy his age, was already rock hard.
It was blissful to suck on those super boobs of Carol's, to have two fingers inside her eager twat, to feel her cunt muscles softly chewing on them. And then, marvel of marvels, to have her crawl on top of him, to play horsie while riding firmly and tightly on his stiff cock, until the thick, sweet, pearly white jism filled her and lifted her into a body searing, gut twisting cum all her own.
And later, to lie there, happy and proud as Carol dressed for her day, and to know that his mom, after Carol had left, would be coming in to wake him up.
He shivered and turned on his side to snooze, hoping he would have a new hard-on for mom, and certain they could raise one.
Sex brightened with love, warmed with trust. Beautiful!
The dog, Wolfie, sniffed the air as Carol left, her bathing suit and towel in a red can as beach bag. He turned his keen nose toward the girl, and his convoluted canine brain gave him an interesting readout, so that he trotted after her and thrust his nose against her tightly fitting stretch pants.
They baffled him and it annoyed the girl, having a dog press his nose against her cunt as if he would eat her if he could.
Still later, coming around to the kitchen door, Wolfie got a whiff of stimulus from June's body, but she, too, had on pants by this time, so the dog knew he was shut out.
It made him nervous, and something instinctive started a beam of warm recollection in his mind.
When he arrived at the Meyer home, he ran into David, who said warmly, "Hi, Wofie! How's the old dog?" and David went off in the direction of another lady known to Wolfie-Aunt Betty Smith.
When he was almost at the door, the little girl called Nancy came out, and she greeted him warmly, too, then traipsed off in the general direction of the municipal swimming pool.
So he whined and scratched at the door until Neville came. When she saw who had scratched on her door, she guiltily looked up and down the street as she let him in. And, oddly for her, she put the latch on the front door and then said in a choked voice, "Come on upstairs, Wolfie."
She had difficulty in breathing as the two of them climbed the stair. She looked back fearfully at the great animal who walked so lightly behind her, his nose so near her ass.
She could not look at herself in the mirror as she pulled the clean dress over her head, nor could she look at herself or the dog as she stripped off her panties and offered him her cunt.
She tried holding it open, begging him to come and get it, but once again he licked perfunctorily and sat back as though asking, "Is that all? Where's that rich man juice?"
She was frustrated but not angry. She had known the big dog for a long time, and liked him. Without fear, then, she dropped to her knees beside him, reached under him for the hairy skin that shielded his enormous prick, and began jerking him off. It worked.
Almost instantly, she felt the cock grow larger and harder, and more of it stuck out of its coarse haired sheath, for she felt the warm wetness of the dog's big dick on her hand. Moreover, Wolfie lay on his side so she could get to him better.
She was so deeply intrigued that she began to masturbate the huge animal with hard precision, causing him to lick at her naked boobs.
Excited beyond words, her burning desire led her to lie down with her cunt near the fierce looking canine's muzzle, and she drew a great, shuddering breath as the long, pink tongue touched the hairless inner rims of her thickly haired outer cunt lips.
She was still frigging away at the monster prick in its jacket of coarse hair, and her breathing was rapid and shallow.
When his loins stopped moving in rhythm with her stroking, she groaned, but made up her mind quickly.
The pointed red spear of fuck muscle was within inches of her parted lips. With a little grimace that may have been one of disgust or an expression of amused self indulgence, she moved her head forward so that the pointed tip entered her warm lips.
Immediately, the mild fucking rhythm was born again in the dog's loins, and with a grateful sigh, Neville moved forward and upward, and the big red penis entered her mouth.
Entered her mouth and throat, actually, for the woman's head was thrown back, and her mouth and gullet were almost in a straight line, like a sword swallower's.
There was a deliciously rank smell around the dog's crotch, redolent of piss and sweat, but it did nothing to dampen Neville's feverishly excited enjoyment. The feel of the slick red dagger of flesh as it went deep into her throat was like a verse from a song of mad passion. But the best part was when, with her thighs unconsciously spreading to open her cunt, she felt the smooth lapping of the dog's tongue up and down the pink valley of her pussy.
It was a wild experience. Neville did not have to move. The big dog was fucking into her throat with the same force and rhythms as if he was simply putting the prick to a bitch in heat. And his tongue, apparently pleased with her cunt, simply ate her up. True, her body had its own movements, when she fucked up at that beautifully perfect tongue, but except for that, all she had to do was lie there and take it.
She was amazed when she felt the dog stiffen and tremble, and felt his huge cock grow bigger and harder. But her body writhed in excitement as his balls began to pump his load into her eager mouth.
For a moment, she thought she would choke with the amount and the thickness of his first blast of semen. But he pulled back, as a man would, before plunging into her throat again, and she swallowed most of it. It seemed hotter than male sperm, and was much stronger in flavor. But it was all a part of the scene, for she, too, had begun to cum, and the pleasure-pain of that expert tongue on her tenderized cunt was almost too much to bear.
It seemed to go on for minutes, the ecstatic torture of that curling pink tongue on her clitoris and inner lips. Somehow, he seemed to get the tip of his tongue inside her, up into her cunt where some of her most responsive nerves were located. It had been marvelous with both David and Mark-it had been so long since Charles had tongued her pussy that she didn't even count him-but there was a wild, perverted pleasure in this which made it seem all the better.
The big dog seemed grateful that his "dog nut," which locks a male inside a bitch, made no difficulty in Neville's mouth. He pulled the long red prick out and stood up on shaky legs.
Neville was a bit shaky, too, but she was triumphant as well. She had a crashing cum, she had entered a new world of sexual indulgence, and she had solved the riddle of what her friend June had done to satisfy a hot and hungry cunt.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw big gobbets of dog jism on her chin and at the corners of her mouth. She ran her tongue and got what she could. Its arousing flavor and pungence somehow made her far-out adventure even more delightful. And the dog seemed to like her better, for he came over and began to lick in the crack of her ass, his long, pale tongue reaching all the way from her behind to her opened twat.
She sat down beside him, her arms around his neck, kissing him on his wet muzzle. He whined and began to run his tongue inside her mouth, searching out stray bits of his cum. But best of all, Wolfie tried to mount her, and, reaching under the animal's hairy belly, she found his cock as large and hard as ever.
Her heart began to pound again, and she went on all fours to her bed, with the dog following her, whining, and licking up into her dripping pussy.
When she got to the bed, she rested her forearms on it and spread her knees a bit, and the big canine immediately got on her, locking his strong furry paws around her waist.
She was, again, almost sick with passion as the dog, blindly trying to stab his cock into her, left snail trails of rich dog jism on the white cheeks of her ass.
And Neville found she had the answer for the dog's problem. She simply reached under herself, between her thighs, and caught the hard, slick cock, which she expertly guided into her throbbing cunt.
It seemed the biggest she had ever had inside her. It went in because it was slick with semen and other fluids, but it filled her as she had never been filled before, clear to the last stretchy limits of her mature vagina. And then he began to fuck.
She bit the coverlet to muffle her screams of sated lust as the huge animal made her cum time after time. He was so deep in her that she wondered if, perhaps, the pointed tip would rip her, but remembered how soft it had been in her mouth.
The hairyness of his foreskin tickled all the areas of her opened twat, and made it hotter.
When she at last felt the giant prick swell in her guts, and felt the blast of his hot jism around her womb, she simply dropped to the floor, quivering when the dog licked carefully all around her cunt and asshole.
She took Wolfie to her front door, opened it and said, "Go on, now, Wolfie. Beat it. Go home!"
EPILOGUE
On weekends, when he came home from his business trips, Harry Salinger liked to get up on Saturday mornings and jog for a mile or two.
Today, his route took him by the Meyer home, and he stopped when he saw Charles Meyer, mowing his lawn. Like their wives, the men were old friends, and Charles came over to shoot the breeze.
"Good to see you, Harry," he said. "You look fit. How's the rest of the family?"
Salinger shook his head. "They're fine, but somethings happened to change them. For the better," he added. "I never knew June to be so thoughful and friendly, at least not in the last couple of years."
He looked over his shoulder, then said in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, I haven't been too good in bed for quite a while. Nothing special. My doctor says it's the male climacteric, like menopause in a woman." He blushed. "I had the feeling that that was what had soured June. But she's changed. Man, she was so glad to see me, I got a hard-on last night. Honest to God! Can you beat it? Me and June, like newlyweds."
Charles laughed sympathetically. "I know what you mean," he said. "But they must be putting feel-good medicine in the water. My family's changed, too. I never knew Neville to be so good natured and sweet. And my Kids! Good God, they've been sweet as pie. Used to fight all the time, but they're, well, sort of different. By God, I think they really love each other."
Harry chuckled. "Whatever it is, I hope they keep going," he said. "Carol and Mark didn't fight much, they're both timid as hell, but boy, you can't shut 'em up nowadays. Hey," he said, looking up, "isn't that our dog?"
"Yeah," Charles said. "He's over here a lot. Neville wants one just like him. Only bigger," he laughed. "Son of a bitch'll eat us out of house and home, probably. Where'd you get him?"
"Some old negro man in a swampy little jungle south of town," Salinger replied. "June found out about him through a colored woman who used to work for us. Cost me a hundred and a half, but this old guy trains 'em as guard dogs. Hey, Wolfie, come on, boy! Let's get to trotting. So long, Charlie."
He jogged off, the big dog following on his heels, and his thoughts were warm and happy. It sure as hell was nice, June turning it around like this. Hell, she hadn't sucked him off for years. And her cunt had had a new life, a tastier, warmer feel when he sucked her.
And this jogging. Great for a guy who's on the road a lot.
He was glad for old Charlie, too.
"Well, what the hell," he said to himself as he jogged, "we're pretty decent guys. We deserve a little break."
