Outwardly, suburbia maintains the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, inevitably there is the advent of wife-swapping. All in the spirit of good, clean fun... But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another-and another-to what? When the children set as their own lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of one family in one town, Anywhere, U.S.A. It is startling as a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, to them it is the norm.
And outside their lives go on. Business and its daily conflicts. School and its trials and triumphs.
The norm... in HORNY FAMILY. And how many other families like them?
A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Ray Cross was of the old school. He did not believe in screwing a woman he intended to marry until the wedding night.
But, from then on in, any wife of Ray's saw a lot of action.
Blanche was the third Mrs. Ray Cross.
"Oh God, Ray, you've got me so excited I can hardly stand it!" His tongue again swirled around the tip of her slick clitoris. Her pussy trembled. It nudged up against his face. "Oooohhh, gee, you do that nice, honey! My pussy's never felt so good."
Blanche, too, was a great believer in marriage. Like Ray, she was embarking on her third -honeymoon. Like Ray, Blanche was old enough to know what she liked. She was thirty-one now, though she had quit counting a couple of years before. The beautiful blonde loved the way her new bridegroom was eating her cunt.
She stretched out luxuriously on top of the huge bed in their hotel bridal suite. Her red-tipped fingers clutched nervously at the pillows over her head. Her eager husband had not even given Blanche time to put on her new sexy nightgown she had bought especially for the honeymoon. As soon as she was naked, Ray had pushed her down into the satin bedspread and started to probe her cunt-furrow with his skilled tongue. Her naked breasts heaved on her chest as she writhed under his expert touch. Her swollen red nipples poked proudly up at the ceiling. Her dark blonde cunt triangle shimmied and worked like a hungry little wild creature.
As he sucked up his new wife's juices, Ray stared up through the curly forest of her pussy to watch the excited contortions of her face and body. Her eyes were closed. Her face wore a look of rapture. Her tongue ran nervously over her parched lips. He watched her reach down to caress the upthrusting mounds of her breasts. The gesture made his cock throb. Once again he immersed himself in the wet seeping slit of his bride's pussy. Watching her pleasure-agony had only made him more determined than ever to drive Blanche to untraveled heights of ecstasy. It would be his personal wedding gift to the woman who had first caught his eye from behind the perfume counter at Sears. Though their courtship had been very proper, Ray had always suspected there was a hot lady lurking under Blanche's beautiful but unassuming exterior.
Many nights Ray had gotten so excited by just holding hands with Blanche that he had had to hurry over afterward to see Claire or Marie or Jane to ease the aching in his cock. Ray had never had any qualms about screwing a woman he did not want to marry, any old time he felt like it. That was something about him his bride did not know and would never know, if Ray had anything to do with it.
Many nights Blanche had been so excited by the nearness of her fiance that she had been tempted to beg him to break the rules and screw her. But instinct had held her back. Though he had never said so, she knew that Ray would never be able to see her in quite the same way if he took her in sin. He needed to believe in his wife's chastity, even though he knew she had been married twice before. Blanche found his old-fashioned morals cute.
But she was far more impressed with the way his tongue wriggled inside her cunt. As she moaned and sighed under the tireless attentions of his mouth, she silently regretted all the times they could have been doing this and had been holding hands instead. But all that was over now. They were married! She could get her pussy eaten any time she wanted!
"God, Ray-I love you! Oh, God, darling, you're making me cummmmm!"
"Mmmmmm-" Ray's cock throbbed anxiously as his tongue put his wife through the insistent tremors of orgasm. He swelled with pride at the thought that he had so easily been able to bring his wife to climax with his mouth. Blanche was obviously a natural-born cummer. Ray liked that. It meant he didn't have to wait so long for his own satisfaction. Enough torture, now he could sink his cock for the first time up inside that hot hungry hole of hers.
Though his wife was naked, Ray had only had time to remove his shoes and shirt. He stood up now and removed his pants. He grinned at the lazy pleased expression on his wife's face. His cock burst ramrod stiff from his pants and swayed as he climbed onto the bed and straddled her. The lusty need in Blanche's eyes as she stared up at him made a big gap open up in Ray's belly-a gap that could only be filled by a large dose of steaming pussy. "You liked what I did to you, eh, baby? You liked cumming from feeling my tongue up inside your pussy?"
The obscene words made Blanche tremble visibly. "Oh, God, Ray, it was wonderful! I can still feel it, honey. I can still feel that pleasure in my clitoris!" She undulated her hips lewdly, sending her pelvis shimmying upward in search of the cock that hovered only inches away. She licked her lips hungrily as her clitoris struck his cock-head. "Uuuuhhh, oooohh, Ray. I need it so bad!" She didn't mind telling him now, now that it was all in the past. But the ten months of their courtship had been the hardest test Blanche had ever gone through. Ten months without cock! But she had done it! She had done it because she had known it was the only way to get Ray Cross-and she had wanted him badly.
The prospect of having her cunt filled with hard throbbing cock after all those lean hungry months drove Blanche to the edge of madness. She rocked her pelvis up urgently. Her cries grew more and more abandoned. The touch of his cock-tip grazing her clitoris had her right on the brink of another orgasm!
The sight of his wife's fitful hunger drove Ray past the point of self-restraint. "Oh, baby, I'm dying to sink my cock up inside that wet pussy of yours!" He bore down on her. His cock-tip slid down past her clitoris. It caught at the spongy yielding hole that led up into her vagina. His cock impaled her clinging pussy to the hilt!
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!" Blanche's face seemed to pass through a whole succession of expressions in a matter of seconds. Ray was seeing parts of the woman he had never glimpsed before. He realized he had only guessed at a fraction of the sensuality locked up inside her. Ray could see his immediate future was sealed. He wasn't going to have time or energy for another woman for a long time to come. "It's happening again, Ray! Oh, God, I'm cumming again!"
She looked like she was half laughing, half weeping. Her hands reached up to clasp him while her legs wrapped around him. Her cunt lunged up against him as he started to screw her in long filling strokes. "You're beautiful, baby-beautiful!" His lips closed over hers and he struggled to match her greedy kiss. The big man could not remember ever experiencing such total consuming passion from a woman. He was pleased with his choice of a wife. Very pleased indeed. And to think, she also made the best cheesecake in the world!
Reaching under her to grab firm hold of her shapely ass-cheeks, Ray settled down in earnest to the task of consummating his wedding vows in style. He gritted his teeth to fight off the alluring tug of her cunt-muscles as they massaged the whole length of his cock up inside her hot cunt. It was tempting to just keep his cock buried inside her greedy warmth and let her suck the juices right out of him. The only thing that kept him impaling her time after time was the promise of each new thrill of the next lusty assault of the portals of her cunt.
Blanche was amazed at how incredible it felt to have a cock up inside her cunt again after so many months' abstinence. Much as she had longed for this moment, she realized her senses had forgotten just how exciting it was to have a cock forcing her cunt-walls wide apart. Her sensual memory had forgotten the unequalled thrill of that first moment of entry-and of each entry after that.
Just as well she had forgotten. Blanche thought smugly as she squirmed her pelvis up to meet Ray's impalement. ( It was easy for Blanche to be smug now that she had what she wanted. ) She would never have been able to go without cock for so long if her memories had remained as fresh and compelling as the swelling pressure of Ray's cock up in her pussy. "Oh, do it to me, Ray! Screw me! Screw me!"
The blonde totally forgot to worry whether such promiscuous behavior might shock her new husband. She was hell-bent on her own pleasure and nothing else had much meaning at the moment. It was just lucky that Ray's pleasure happened to be intimately linked up with her own.
The wilder she grunted and wiggled, the louder she howled, the better Ray liked it, the more fiercely he drove his cock deep up into her spasming twat. He realized that this was not going to be the longest performance he had ever given. He was too vulnerable to the heated tug of his wife's insistent pussy. But he wasn't too worried about breaking any endurance records. Blanche had already had two orgasms. And they had all night, ten days in fact, to break all the records they cared to aim for. Though he was forty-seven, Ray felt like a twenty-year-old kid. Blanche had done it to him. She had injected him with a whole new dose of sexual energy and enthusiasm for life. Though he had not planned it this way, Ray was beginning to think it was a good idea for a man to get himself a new wife every few years. New pussy was every bit as good as a Fountain of Youth!
"Oh, Blanche, baby! Shit, your cunt feels good, woman! You're beautiful, baby-beautiful!"
"Do it to me, Ray honey! Do it to meeee!"
The honeymooners were caught up in the joy of mutual discovery. Each was intensely aware of the gratifying friction of, cock against pussy-walls. Ray's buttocks worked frantically to pump his cock again and again deep into his bride's cunt. She worked just as frantically to meet his energetic lunges. The collisions grew more heated. The moans and wails of encouragement reached fever-pitch. Suddenly there was no place for the two of them to go but right over the top. So they clutched each other furiously and took the last plunge together!
"Uuuuuhhh Ray! I love you! I love the way you make me cummmmm!"
"Jee-zuz, baby! I love you too! I'm going to shoot it into you! First time, beautiful! Uh, jeezzz!" He felt his cock spasming with the effort of injecting his juices deep into her cunt. Her pussy-muscles convulsed around his cock, sucking his semen deep into her pussy. The man felt an amazing surge of primitive satisfaction, knowing his cum was safely stowed in her belly.
When Ray tried to move off her, to give her some breathing room, Blanche clutched him furiously. She would not let him go.
It felt so good to have his cock up in her cunt, even though it was now flaccid. She relished the feel of the sticky trickle of cum that oozed out of her cunt around his cock-stopper. "Don't leave me yet, honey! Stay inside me, just like this!"
He kissed her, delighted with her possessive passion. "For how long?" he demanded.
"How about ten days?"
"How will we ever get room service?"
"Who needs room service, when I've got you?"
His cock twinged in her tight cunt. "You're right, baby."
It was only after they had screwed a second time that Ray remembered the kids at home. He wondered if his oldest daughter had managed to arrive in time to see Ricky and Sue through their first night alone. Sherry might be twenty-seven years old, but Ray had to admit his oldest daughter often exhibited a woeful lack of responsibility. "Do you think we should call home to see if they're all right?"
Blanche was exasperated. Much as she loved Ricky and Sue, she wanted her honeymoon just for herself and Ray. "What did we come all the way to Florida for if we're going to spend our first night alone calling home? Ricky and Sue are old enough to look after themselves, you know-even if Sherry hasn't turned up yet." Blanche had not yet met her husband's oldest daughter. Sherry was still an image that haunted her. It seemed strange to think her stepdaughter was only four years younger than she was.
"You're right. But they've always had a housekeeper or someone to look after them. Maybe I shouldn't have let Mrs. Mackenzie go so soon."
"Ray, you're a wonderful father and I love you for it, but tonight, I want you all to myself. I'm even jealous of the telephone."
His wife began to crawl toward his cock, that was well-coated with the juices of two frantic screws, two delicious orgasms. As her mouth lowered to his cock-head, he felt a new twinge in his balls. Home and kids drifted farther and farther into the back of his mind. Ricky and Sue were big kids now, he knew that. He didn't have to worry about them. Besides, Sherry had said she would come and cook and clean for them. She would do it. She might be a little late, but she would do it. Though she had always been a bit of a rebel, a bit irresponsible, Ray had a special soft spot for his oldest daughter, his first child, born when he was only twenty, not much older than Ricky was now.
The thoughts became more confused. Mental images more dimmed. His cock was taking over-or more specifically, it was the hot caressing mouth that was molding itself around his growing cock-shaft.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a long flight from Chicago to the West Coast and Sherry was glad of it. She was going to need every restful minute to recover her strength. Sherry was not used to the company of teen-agers and she figured she would need every ounce of strength she could muster to deal with a sixteen-year-old boy and a fifteen-year-old girl. Her twenty-two-year-old boyfriend had sapped all her strength the night before.
Not that Sherry was complaining.
Rod was an artist, a good one in Sherry's opinion. In her work as an interior designer, she often encouraged people to incorporate some of Rod's creations into their home decor. Her relationship with the young artist had begun as a professional one. It had quickly flourished into a torrid romance. At first, Sherry had tried to fight the feelings. She was five years older than Rod. She had feared the insecurity she might feel around him and younger women.
But Rod scarcely seemed to notice younger women. It was Sherry he wanted-and Sherry he had, over and over again. The lively redhead had never known a man who did such good things for her self-esteem. Her cunt still throbbed as she watched the ground slip farther and farther away as the plane headed for its thirty thousand foot traveling altitude. She leaned her head against the window and watched the city disappear. It would be good to be away from the city for a while, though not so good to be away from Rod. How was she going to exist for ten days without his stiff cock?!
Before she could plummet into despair, Sherry reminded herself that this was her contribution to her father's happiness. She knew her dad worried about his kids. She wanted him to have a worry-free honeymoon. With a good start, maybe this marriage would last forever. So Sherry would see that the kids had clean clothes and regular meals for the next ten days. It might be fun. It had been almost three years since she had seen her brother and her half-sister.
Though she lived far away from him and saw him seldom, Sherry felt a strong concern for her dad that was almost maternal, she thought. She worried about his personal life. The way he moved from marriage to marriage, anyone might think he was a movie star! Sherry had decided two ex-wives were quite enough for one man to support. Ray had made a lot of money in construction, but there was no point in giving it away.
The voluptuous redhead still seethed when she thought of her and Ricky's mother, who had left Ray for a traveling musician after twelve years of marriage. Ray had married again quickly and he and his second wife had immediately had a baby. The marriage had lasted only three years. It had been a mistake from the start. Ray had been looking for someone to bolster his ego after the insult Sherry's mother had dealt him. Sue's mother had excelled in nagging Ray and spending his money. Sherry was glad to see her go. She had always felt her dad deserved better. He had taken ten years to choose his third wife. Sherry hoped Blanche would be the one. She wanted her dad to be happy. Ray had been too much of a gentleman to drag her mother's reputation through a divorce court. He had let her sue him for divorce. It was that one generous gesture that, more than anything else, had won Sherry's undying admiration. Though she had no affection for her mother, who had deserted her children along with her husband, Sherry still felt tears spring to her eyes when she thought of the love her dad must once have had for her mother-to be able to pass up his opportunity for revenge the way he had.
The ground below was lost beneath clouds. Sherry felt dreamy. She had had only two or three hours sleep before going to work that morning. Rod had been so full of energy. His appetite for her had seemed inexhaustible. The plane was half empty. Sherry decided to stretch out and make herself comfortable. She closed her eyes.
As she drifted into that hazy borderland between waking and sleeping, Sherry again felt a throb of excitement in her cunt. Immediately she thought of the night before, when she had been standing in front of the dresser mirror, removing her makeup, getting ready for bed. Rod had been stretched out on the bed, reading a magazine. She was aware of his eyes surveying her nakedness in the mirror. But when she looked over at him, his face was again lost behind his magazine.
She kept her eyes shut tight when she was removing her mascara and before she could open them, she felt the shock of surprise. "Aaaaahhh!" He was kneeling in front of her on the carpet. His lips were wrapped tightly around her hard little clitoris. He was sucking on her nubbin, pulling the passion response from deep in her cunt. "Oh, Rod-ooooohhh!"
Now his tongue was at it too. She felt weak-kneed, but she dared not give in. It was too much of a thrill, to have her lover kneeling before her, burying his face in her cunt. She wanted to see what he would do next. She wanted to let him service her growing hunger.
Her one concession to lust was to spread her legs wider, so he could get his face in deeper. She was wide open to him, standing naked and unashamed in front of her dresser mirror, her eyes shining with excitement, her nipples pink and erect. Hypnotized by the lewd reflection in the glass-her lush body, her arousal, the back of his bobbing head-she watched him deal the pleasure to her sensitive pussy. The sight alone of what was happening would have been enough to arouse her.
Combined with the hot wanderings of his lips and tongue, it brought dry urgent groans from her throat.
Her hands rose to his head and tangled themselves in his thick dark hair. He was such a perfect specimen of young manhood. His neck was thick and strong-looking. His smooth back rippled with the effort of his head leaning into her cunt, his hands reaching up to hold her pussy-lips apart. His back tapered to a trim waist, devoid of even a millimeter of excess flesh. He was still wearing his jeans, but the snug fit of his pants around his ass-cheeks made her pussy throb something extra. He was so pretty to look at. Sherry felt like a dirty old woman sometimes, to have plucked such a lovely male and to have him all to herself. She had had many lovers in her time, many older, some even younger than Rod. But none had had his special combination of innocence and strength. Just to look at him, as she was doing now, filled her with an overwhelming lust for him.
He had such a special way of making love to her pussy with his mouth. The soft sucking motions of his mouth on her clitoris shattered every bit of self-control she might have possessed.
She had often giggled at the way he could lick the end of his nose with his tongue. She did not giggle when that same agile tongue reached deep, deep into her cunt. She moaned a moan that was long and low and guttural-a moan that was pure raw hunger. "Oooohhh, Rod, you're such a beautiful man! You're such a wonderful lover!"
He only grunted and let her draw his head in deeper against her cunt. His hands ran in taunting little patterns over her ass-cheeks, tickling her, exciting her. He reached in between her buttocks and found her sphincter. He teased her asshole with just the right amount of pressure to make her gasp and thrust her pussy against his face. With his finger embedded only a quarter of an inch he wriggled it like a minnow in a net and flailed her clitoris with his tongue. Her cries grew more shrill. She threw back her head in ecstasy, forgetting even to observe her image in the glass.
As her excitement increased, so did his efforts to please her. His head jerked back and forth fiercely as he gripped her clitoris in his lips and drove it to trembling peaks of excitation. Her hands in his hair clenched tighter, until it occurred vaguely to her that she might be hurting him. But she didn't do anything to ease the pressure. She felt helpless to control the spasming responses of her quivering body. Her hands held his head close to her cunt. She lunged her clitoris into his lip-clutch again and again and again.
Rod seemed as carried away by the abandon of the moment as she was. He made no effort to ease the tension in his hair. Instead, all his attention focused on wringing the pleasure from her blood-engorged clitoris. When she was howling with passion, his tongue darted out unexpectedly and dove deep into her cunt. Sherry was unprepared for the assault. He took her by storm.
"Ooooooooooohhhhh, my God! I'm cummmmming!" Her generous mouth relaxed into a sultry smile. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror as she felt the waves of orgasm rush through her. What she saw was the vision of a woman in the midst of self-fulfillment. Her eyelids were heavy. Her mouth was slack. Her cheeks were bright pink with their passion-flush. "Oh, Rod-it feels good to be sexy, darling! My cunt feels super good!"
He nibbled her gently now, giving her a minute to ease down from the ecstatic heights of climax.
Roused by her sensual memories of the night before, Sherry stirred restlessly in the plane seat. She was far enough into her waking dream that she had almost forgotten where she was. The smiling face of the stewardess startled her as she opened her eyes. She struggled to respond to the young blonde's polite question.
"Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?"
"Mm, yes, a blanket would be nice. I think I'll take a nap."
Snuggled comfortably under the light covering, Sherry let herself relax once again. She felt more secure with the blanket to cover her. This way, her throbbing cunt would be well hidden from prying eyes as she let her fingers ease up under her skirt.
Sherry took one last quick look at the passengers across the aisle from her. They were a chubby middle-aged couple, dozing peacefully against each other. She wouldn't have to worry about them. It felt so good to feel her fingertip working inside her panty-crotch. She barely managed to suppress a moan as her finger grazed her excitement-hardened clitoris.
Again the redhead closed her eyes and returned to vivid memories of her last evening with Rod. As her finger slid back and forth over her slickened clitoris, coating it generously with the juices from her cunt, she struggled to remember every detail of the way he had taken her.
Just when her knees had begun to ease their fevered trembling, she had felt him bending her forward from the waist. Her eyes flew open and she saw him standing behind her. She looked around and saw that he was fully naked. His hard cock was standing out erect and full-blooded from his groin. An intense pang of desire shot through her. How she wanted that cock up in her pussy!
His hands stole rudely in between her thighs and forced them even farther apart. She had to grab the dressing table for support. "I want some hot cunt, baby," he told her. His obscene request fanned the flames of lust in her spasming twat.
"Oooohhh, yessssss. I want it too." she murmured, her passion-parched lips threatening to seal themselves in the midst of her efforts to speak.
As her memories grew more and more immediate, Sherry huddled under the blanket and worked her finger in and out of her wet cunt. One finger did not seem enough to satisfy the craving in her pussy. She tried two fingers. That worked much better. She licked her lips. They were getting as dry as they had been the night before. She snuggled her face into the blanket. If someone should walk by her seat and see her now, surely they would be able to guess what she was doing, just from the expression on her face! The thought turned her on, but still she decided to be discreet. Her face half hidden in the darkness of the blanket, she felt free to work out her building excitement in the contortions of her lips and cheeks.
"Want what, baby? Tell me what you want!" Rod had started to tease her then. He knew how she loved it. He knew how it excited her, to be forced into begging for the thing she desired most.
"Oh, Rod. You know what I want, darling!" She felt the moisture seeping from between her cunt-lips as he lightly caressed her pussy with his swollen cock-head.
"Say it! Tell me, cunt!" He hissed the words out between clenched teeth. She felt a jolt of wild passion soar through her.
"Screw me! For God's sake, Rod, stick your big cock in my cunt and screw me!" No sooner had she said it than she felt the pressure of his cock-head increase. His engorged cock lurched its way through her coarse pussy-hair and ploughed deep into her welcoming cunt. Her cunt-muscles spasmed around his invading cock, milking it for pleasure. "Aaaahhhh. Oh, God. Ooooohhh, God!"
Again her knees threatened to buckle, but she held on bravely. Her hands clutched the dresser in front of her until her knuckles turned white. She made an effort to take in the vision in the mirror: her wide-eyed, passion-distorted face; her tits that bobbled as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy; and up above her, Rod's smiling intent face that concentrated on screwing her so deep and hard. He grinned at her. She grinned back. The veil of lust hung between them.
"God, baby! It's hot and tight in there. I love screwing you, Sherry! I really do!"
Sherry wanted to laugh when she thought about the doubts she had had about getting into a relationship with Rod. She had actually worried about losing his attention to younger women. How crazy she had been! It was her he wanted! He loved screwing her! He had just told her so!
Elated by the energy and the passion of the young man who was her lover, Sherry lunged her ass back again and again to meet the thrusts of his hard eager cock. She watched her face grow more and more unrecognizable as she grew more excited. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as she grunted with the thrill of feeling him impale her to the hilt from the rear. She loved doing it doggie-style. It made her feel so primitive. It knocked all the controls right out of her. Bent over with her lover's cock driving deep into her pussy, all she wanted was more and more and more screwing. "Jee-zuz, Rod. I love it too! Your cock's getting in me so deep, baby!"
"Oh, yeah! I like that! Shit! Some pussy!"
Looking at his pleasure-distorted face, she saw that he too was well beyond any kind of control. From time to time his eyes seemed to look right at her in the mirror, but she doubted that he really saw her. She saw no glimmer of recognition. Only the concentrated stupor of consuming lust. He was feeling the hot writhing passion that was her hot cunt gripping his stiff pulsing cock!
Curled up in a passion-bound ball on the plane-seat, Sherry turned her face into the window. It was getting too hot under the blanket. She needed to come out for air. But she could not stop stroking her two fingers into her pussy. Her memories had her heated up right to the brink of explosion. Sherry was a greedy woman. After coming this far, nothing in the world could convince her she should just call the whole thing off!
She wanted to cum!
Just a few more moments would do it. She remembered how it had felt to have Rod's cock expanding inside her cunt. Her excitement had grown more frantic as his cock swelled to awesome girth. He was right on the verge of orgasm and she knew it. That thought helped her arousal, along with the increased pressure against her cunt-walls. She wanted to feel her pussy filled with thick hot cum-juice!
Forgetting everything now but the climb to the top, she braced herself against the dresser and watched his muscles tense each time he got ready to shove his cock into her cunt. As she grew more frenzied with lust, it became harder for her to hold her head up, to keep looking in the mirror. Her attention was all internal now-cock in cunt, stroking, filling, goading her to unknown heights of pleasure.
"Oh Rod! Oh God, oooooohhh! You're making me cummmmmmm!" Absorbed as she was in her own climax, still she was intensely aware that that last extra swelling meant that he too was cumming. They were doing it together! It was the final touch to an incredible moment!
"Uuuuuuhhh, baby! Open that pussy wide for me! I'm filling you up!" She made the effort to watch his face-his shining teeth, his tense cheeks and eyes-as he shot his sperm into her cunt. Then she closed her eyes and let the hot sated feelings flow through her. Sherry was content.
The Sherry on the plane was just breaking through the last of her barriers. She drove her fingers deep into her cunt, recalling that exciting pressure when Rod's cock swelled for the last time and filled her with love-potion. She clenched her teeth and breathed out hard to keep from moaning aloud. Her orgasm was an intense one. It shook her from toes to ears. Then, just as quickly, it was gone.
At last, Sherry could truly relax. If she had wanted to, she could have gone on with her memories of the previous night's lovemaking. A lot more had happened after the episode in front of the dresser mirror. But Sherry decided she had better not tempt fate. Next time, she might not have the willpower to keep her mouth shut when she was cumming.
Again, the blonde stewardess appeared over her. "You're awake, I see." Was there a knowing sneer behind that professional smile? Sherry decided not to worry about it. The redhead was perfectly happy with the way she was. She did not respond easily to criticism from strangers.
"Get me a scotch on the rocks, will you?" A bit too rude, perhaps, but Sherry liked to keep people around her on their toes. If there had been a sneer on the stewardess's face, it was gone.
"Yes, ma'am." The emphasis was on the ma'am.
CHAPTER THREE
The kids were already in bed when Sherry arrived. She still had the key she had used before she left home. She let herself in quietly and crept upstairs to the bedrooms without turning on the lights. Her eyes quickly became accustomed to the darkness.
Remembering the routine her dad Ray had always used, Sherry peeked first into the bedroom that had been hers. It was occupied now by Sue, her young half-sister. She could see Sue's long hair cascading over the pillow. The girl stirred slightly as Sherry stared at her. But nothing more. Sherry closed the door and went on to Ricky's room.
When she opened the door, she expected to find Ricky awake. His bedside light was on. But the boy was dozing peacefully, an open book still clutched in his right hand.
Sherry paid little attention to such details. The boy was naked and she was mesmerized by his lean-muscled young body and his long slender cock that seemed to be swollen to full girth. She grinned as she tried to imagine what her brother must be dreaming about. She tried to make her thoughts sisterly thoughts. But it was not easy.
The sight of Ricky's lean handsome body and big cock had stirred tremors of excitement in Sherry's cunt. It was hard to think of the good-looking creature on the bed as her own flesh-and-blood. The last time she had seen Ricky, he had been only thirteen. A lot of things had changed in the past three years!
Reluctantly, she closed the bedroom door and went on to the master bedroom, which would be her private place for the next ten days. The room was large and luxurious, with a whole wall full of closets and another wall with vanity and sinks with makeup lights. A sunken tub graced the end of the room that had a view of the whole valley.
Sherry dosed the tub liberally with bubble bath and prepared herself for a warm soak. The sight of her handsome young brother had unnerved her. The reaction of her ever-hungry cunt to his swollen cock had shocked her. She told herself it was only because of the half-sated excitement she had experienced on the plane that she had been so vulnerable to the sight of Ricky. After a long bath and a good night's sleep, everything would be in perspective. She hoped so. Sherry had done a lot of wild things in her day, but she had steered clear of incest.
Over the breakfast table, his hair tousled, his eyes still cloudy from sleep, Ricky looked more like the lovable kid Sherry remembered. He got up to hug her. The embrace of a desirable young man seemed out of place with the memory of the kid brother she was holding close. Sherry was confused. To hide her embarrassment, she tied an apron on over her shorts and went to the sink.
"What are you doing eating that cold cereal?" she scolded him playfully. "Didn't you hear I was coming? When I'm around, it's nothing but class meals all the way! How about eggs?"
"How's about waffles and sausage?"
"Done!"
Having something to do made Sherry feel more comfortable. Ricky helped her, digging out the waffle iron and the mix master from the endless cupboards, showing her where Mrs. Mackenzie, the ex-housekeeper, had kept the flour, the baking soda, the vinegar. Sherry found herself enjoying her young brother, his sense of humor, his eagerness. She forgot about what a handsome young man he was and reveled in the joy of being with family. Sherry liked to tell herself she was not the sentimental type, but she realized it felt good to be home for a while. She laughed when she realized she hadn't thought once about Rod since she arrived. The fact cheered her. She didn't like to be too dependent on any one man. She had feared she was getting too dependent on Rod. She had started to believe she could not live without his good loving.
She cautioned herself not to get feeling too smug. After all, it had been less than twenty-four hours since they parted. Things could get hairier.
"What time does your sister get up?"
"As late as she can get away with. But I think she might make it earlier today. She's been excited about seeing you."
As if she had only been waiting for an introduction, Sue chose that moment to enter the kitchen. Sherry turned away from the counter and took a long look at her young half-sister. The redhead had helped change Sue's diapers, taught her her first word. She thought of Sue almost as a daughter. Though Sue was less than two years younger than Ricky, the difference had been just long enough for Sherry to grow mature enough to enjoy taking care of a baby. She had loved Ricky too, but Sue had been her project right from the beginning. The hardest part of leaving home had been leaving Sue, who had been only five at the time.
The girl had turned out well, Sherry decided. In shorts and a halter, she was a stunner. Her young breasts were firm and out-thrusting. Her legs were long and shapely. Her long blonde hair hung halfway down her back. The sisters embraced long and close. With Sue too, Sherry experienced that strange sense of time having passed and a near-adult having replaced a child. With Ricky, the motion had excited and confused her. With Sue, it gave her a strange fleeting sensation of sadness.
"Sue, you're beautiful! But I suppose you know that!" Once again, Sherry busied herself with the waffles. Sue automatically went to the cupboard and started setting the table.
"Does she!" Ricky quipped. "The only reason she isn't skinny as a rail is that we hog tie her and drag her down to the table at mealtime. Only way we can get her away from the mirror!"
Sue threw a dish towel at her brother and ran her hand roughly through his hair. Sherry watched them closely and was pleased to see there was no real hostility in their play. Brother and sister were obviously very fond of each other. It seemed only natural. They had both grown up from infancy without a mother. Both had been deserted by their mothers. And they were so close in age and in looks too, Sherry realized as she watched them. Ricky was taller and his blond hair had a touch of red in it that he and Sherry had both inherited from their mother. But otherwise, the teen-agers shared their father's regular features and his slender strong physique.
When she had finished scuffling with her brother, Sue came over to stand beside Sherry. "I'm glad you think I'm beautiful." Sherry was touched by the shy way the girl addressed her. She wanted to break down that barrier between them. "I've always wanted to be like you when I grew up. I think you're the most beautiful person I ever saw."
Sherry hugged her sister. "Thank you, darling. It sure is good to be home again."
"Can't you guys cut out the mush? I'm starving!"
The two women exchanged an exasperated grin and Sherry pulled the first batch of waffles from the iron. She had meant it. It was awfully good to be home. Until this moment, she had not realized just how much these two handsome young people meant to her. Before, they had been just cute and adorable kids. Now they were on the verge of adulthood. They could be her friends. It would be great to have a sister she could share things with. But she was still not sure how close she could let herself be to Ricky. Every other time she looked at him she saw only that handsome young man with his friendly grin, his strongly developed chest, his long slender cock. Sherry felt oddly threatened by her young brother.
It was a good day. Sherry enjoyed the comfort of the big house her dad had designed and built for his first wife. The kids had things to do all day that kept them out of the house. But the three of them got together for dinner. Sherry excused herself early, saying that she still had not got over her jet lag. What she really wanted to do was phone Rod and let him talk her into an orgasm.
There was no answer at Rod's. Sherry was about to worry, but she told herself it was perfectly reasonable for him to have gone over to visit a friend. Maybe he was working late and did not want to answer the phone. He did that sometimes. It was absurd to panic because her young, handsome, desirable boyfriend was leading his life without her.
She got into bed, but she couldn't sleep. It was too hot. She was too hot. She had counted on talking to Rod and letting the sound of his voice ease her of some of her frustrations. It had been a long time since she had gone two nights in a row without screwing.
She kicked off the covers on her dad's big round bed and ran her hands sensually over her soft silk nightie. She felt her cunt throb under the pressure of her hands. Her nipples grew hard when her hands stroked them. They poked fiercely against the silky material of her nightie.
Already the first pangs of passion had eased Sherry of some of her anxiety. She decided she had found the answer to her restlessness. A good strong dose of pleasure was just the thing she needed to put her to sleep. She pulled her nightie up until the kinky thick thatch of her cunt-hair was exposed to view. She spread her thighs wide and sucked air in sharply as the sensitized lips of her cunt responded to their sudden exposure. It was as if the warm air was stroking her snatch.
"Mmmmmmm... " She reached down crudely with both hands and stroked both sides of her cunt-lips. The soft hairy flesh felt yielding and caressable. She rubbed her pussy-flanges together and relished the heated excitement that flowed through her aroused body.
With prurient curiosity she stabbed one finger up into her cunt, to feel her wetness, to see how excited she had become from the thought of playing with herself right here on her father's big round bed. "Uuuuhhh, feels nice," she murmured. Her cunt was very wet. She smeared the moisture over both cunt-lips and up over her clitoris. The hooded little nubbin swelled with blood. It prodded pertly against her hand. The thrill of contact soared back up through her belly and breasts. She felt a greedy need to do it again. Round and round her clitoris her wet fingers went, while she pulled her feet up to her ass and let her knees fall wide apart.
She felt very depraved and very sexy.
It no longer mattered so much that Rod had not been there when she needed him. She had found her pleasure without him. It was good to know she had herself when all else failed her. It was good to be able to lie wantonly on top of the bed on a hot summer's night and stroke her wet soft cunt. It was reassuring somehow. And very stimulating.
So stimulating that her cunt called out for more intense attention. It was no longer enough now to stroke her clitoris. Her pussy needed to be filled! Closing her eyes, she sent two fingers deep up into her spasming moist cunt.
A strange thought struck her: What would daddy think if he could see me now!
Her aroused brain told her she did not care who could see her now. She just wanted to do it. She needed to stroke her cunt. She needed to feel the glorious release of orgasm!
Her mind worked through the gamut of her familiar fantasies to find one to entertain herself with while she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy. She tried the last wild evening with Rod, but that was not what she wanted right now. She did not want to think about Rod. Rod wasn't at home and it was three hours later in Chicago than it was here! Desperately she drove such worries from her mind.
Not Rod! She didn't want Rod! She wanted a strong lean chest. A long hard cock. Red-blond wavy hair! It was only when she was immersed in the peak of her fantasy that she realized that she had conjured up the image of her own brother.
Ricky! tall and strong and filled with passion. Her conscience immediately told her it was wrong to use her brother as a prototype for her fantasy lover. But her conscience was at a distinct disadvantage at the moment. Sherry was riding high on a crest of excitement. Her conscience had little influence with the redhead when she was that high.
She worked her fingers furiously in and out of her cunt, relishing the pangs of passion that shot from her clitoris up to her heaving breasts and back again. That handsome boy, as he had looked sprawled in sleep on his bed last night, flashed through her mind like neon lights. She imagined that hard young cock driving deep up into her hungering cunt, knowing it was wrong to think about it, but doing it anyway. Driving herself higher and higher in the reckless search for forgetful bliss.
* * *
Ricky and Sue played chess in the living room for a long while after Sherry went to bed. It was Sue's idea that they go down to the local do-nut shop to get some of the midnight batch. It was Ricky's idea that Sherry might like to go along.
"You wait here. I won't bother her if I think she's asleep."
Sue waited obediently downstairs, but when her brother had not returned within five minutes, she went up after him. She was jealous of her big sister's attention. She did not like to think of them sitting up there having a heart-to-heart talk without her.
What she saw when she got to the top of the stairs shocked her. Her brother was kneeling outside their father's bedroom door, peeking in through a narrow crack he had opened. Obviously, Sherry must not know he was there. Obviously, he was spying on her. She expected Ricky to look ashamed when he saw that he had been discovered. But he looked only impatient. He motioned her down into a kneeling position, his eyes shining with excitement. He beckoned to the room within and indicated to Sue that she should keep silent.
Against her better instincts, Sue looked inside. She was appalled by what she saw. A cold shiver ran down her back as she watched her beautiful big sister, naked from the waist down, stroking her fingers in and out of her wide-open pussy. The sound of Sherry's moans made her tremble in embarrassment.
Sue already knew that people liked to play with themselves to feel good. She had read about it in a book her health teacher had recommended. She had even tried it herself, in the dark of night, under the covers. Not with the bedside light burning and the covers off, the way Sherry was doing. She felt ashamed for her sister and ashamed for herself that she was watching. She knew she must protect her sister from any further invasion of her privacy. She tugged on her brother's arm.
"Come on," she whispered.
But Ricky was not going anywhere. His eyes remained glued to the crack in the bedroom door. "Be quiet," he whispered back. "Come on. Look what she's doing now."
Sue felt horribly confused. She knew she should leave her older sister in peace, but she felt unable to leave until she had dragged Ricky away, too. She was determined not to look again, but her curiosity and Ricky's excitement forced her.
Sherry had turned over onto her belly now. Her naked ass swayed in the air as she ground her clitoris down against the sheet. Her finger reached back to the puckered bud of her anus and pushed a little way inside. Sue's mouth fell open in astonishment. She was sure she must be red as a beet. It had never occurred to her that a woman could find excitement by playing with her asshole while she jammed her clitoris down against the mattress. Yet there was no mistaking Sherry's reaction. Her groans were growing more frantic, more eager.
"Mmmmm, God, yessss," the redhead wailed, her finger working busily in and out of her asshole. Ricky could not take his eyes off her. His cock was hard as a rock, he knew. But he did not dare look down at it, for fear his young sister would follow the direction of his eyes. He had no idea what she might do. The last thing he wanted was for Sherry to discover their presence here. He wanted to watch her get it off. He was sure she must be close.
Unaware that she had a captive audience-a spellbound brother, a confused sister-Sherry devoted every bit of energy she could muster to driving herself up to those distant forgetful shores where she so wanted to go. She needed to cum so bad-to forget everything, to go to sleep.
The shock of climax caught her unawares. "Ohhhhh, my God!" she shrieked, hoping in some distant part of her conscience that the two kids were safely downstairs where they would be sure not to hear her. Though it didn't really matter. The pleasure mattered. It felt so good.
"Okay, let's go," Ricky muttered, sure now that the show was over. His brain was still agog with all he had seen. He had always admired his beautiful older sister. He had never imagined getting an erection from watching her stroke her cunt and her asshole. But while she had been laboring on the bed, Ricky had felt a strong urge to go in there and stick his hard cock in her cunt. He couldn't impress himself with the thought that she was his sister. The hunger for her ripe mature body remained strong.
Without either one saying anything, Sue and Ricky made their way on foot down to the do-nut shop. Both had plenty to think about. Though she hadn't let on that she had noticed, Sue had seen the swollen bulge in the front of Ricky's pants as he knelt outside Sherry's door. The sight had confused her. She had never read anything that said brothers got hard-ons from looking at their own sisters! It seemed perverted!
She tried to forget the tremor that had shot through her own pussy as she watched Sherry bellow out her orgasm. She would not forget what she had learned about self-love from watching Sherry.
CHAPTER FOUR
Both Ricky and Sue seemed unusually quiet at breakfast the next morning. Their appetites too had shrunk noticeably. "What's the matter? You guys sick?" Sherry demanded. She was growing more comfortable with her role of big sister. After last night's sleep, she was feeling much more relaxed about her separation from Rod. She was looking forward to a good day.
"We've got a confession to make, Sherry." Sue sat quietly while her brother did the talking. Sherry noticed that the girl looked unusually apprehensive. "We went down to the do-nut shop last night after you went to bed. I had four." He grinned sheepishly.
Sue seemed to visibly relax when Ricky finished speaking. Sherry decided there was more going on between the two teen-agers than they were letting on, but she decided not to worry about that either. This was her vacation. She was damned if she was going to worry about other people's problems, or her own.
"Yeah. I had three. I know they're supposed to be bad for the complexion, but they're so good. We were going to ask you to go along, but-" Sue's pale cheeks turned bright red. "We didn't want to wake you up or anything."
"Well, it's just as well you didn't. I have no willpower where do-nuts are concerned. All us interior designers are supposed to be slim and sultry, you know?"
The three of them laughed together. It seemed to ease the tension.
"Well, what are your plans for today?"
"I'm going over to my girl friend Sheila's for the afternoon. I'll probably just stay there for dinner, because we have dance class after and it's right close to her house."
"What about you, Ricky?"
"I'm going to go do some basketball practice this afternoon. But I'll be back for dinner."
"Well, if it's just going to be you and me, I'll make your favorite. What do you like?"
"Tostadas?"
"Tostadas it is! But cripes, I'll have to look in a recipe book. I haven't eaten Mexican food since the last time I was out here. Sounds good though."
Sherry hated to see the kids go. She felt lonely and restless once she was by herself. Several times she thought about calling Rod and talked herself out of it. She thought of going into town and dropping into some stores, to see what was new in that part of the country. But the thought of dealing with strangers did not appeal to her. Today, she felt like being a recluse. And she felt like getting just a little tipsy.
She went into the kitchen and started going through cookbooks. Mrs. Mackenzie, the housekeeper, had assembled a pretty complete collection. Some of the books, Sherry recognized from her childhood. She remembered dishes her mother had made and she felt sad to think about the happiness her family had once seemed to share. It still hurt to think her mother had thought little enough of them to desert a twelve-year-old daughter and a son less than a year old. Though she knew her dad still paid alimony, Sherry had no idea even where her mother lived. She did not want to know. It upset her that, every time she tried to criticize her in front of Ray, he rushed to her mother's defense. Ray was a great guy, a terrific father. And Ricky was going to be just like him. She could see that. It had been a wildness in her that had made Sherry leave home and try her fortune in the big city. But as she worked her way through her second glass of wine, she regretted being so far from her family. She realized she had missed a lot by missing her brother and sister's growing up. She was still a stranger around here. She did not want to be a stranger anymore.
Though she realized the wine was making her very sentimental, Sherry was enjoying herself. She enjoyed working alone in the big well-stocked kitchen. It was fun to think about how pleased Ricky would be to see the frijoles and guacamole and beef strips she had cooked up just for him. Though she had always despised the role of housewife, she was beginning to realize it had its advantages. It was so safe and secure to be in the midst of family.
It was only when Ricky got back, sweaty and hungry from an afternoon's basketball practice, that Sherry was abruptly reminded of the strange longings that made her closeness to her brother feel uncomfortable. He looked so handsome, in nothing but his shorts, his chest-muscles rippling under a sheen of perspiration. Automatically, Sherry found herself looking toward his crotch.
The bulge she had been looking for was there all right! She felt a strong pang in her pussy. Quickly she drained her wine glass and went to the fridge in search of more.
"How's about getting me a beer while you're there? I'm bushed." Ricky threw the towel he had been carrying onto a kitchen chair and sat down on it.
For a moment Sherry wondered if it was all right to give a sixteen year old a beer. She laughed at herself for being a prude when she remembered ten-year-old kids in France drinking watered-down wine with their meals. "There you go! Want to take a shower before you eat?"
"Sure. Just let me kick back for a few minutes first." He quickly finished the first beer and went to the fridge for a second. Sherry was well into her third glass of wine. She felt less self-conscious about staring at her brother's crotch. After all, it was only natural curiosity. He certainly had a nice substantial bulge under there!
Sherry was so absorbed in her survey of her brother's body that she did not realize at first that he was scrutinizing her body as well. When she did catch him staring at her tits bouncing in her halter as she walked back from the fridge with her fourth glassful of wine, she was pleased. At twenty-seven, it was a welcome boost to her ego to know that a sixteen-year-old thought her attractive. Even if it was her own brother, he was handsome enough to make his opinion well worth counting.
"What are you looking at, boy?" she teased him, assuming her Chicago jive accent.
His eyes were slow in making the shift from her tits to her face. Sherry realized the beer had had a strong effect on him. After all the exercise, his body was sucking up the alcohol like a sponge. "I'm looking at you, sis."
Sherry was touched. He had not called her sis since her arrival. It had been his favorite name for her when he was younger. She found herself getting lost in his big blue-green eyes.
To break the spell, she took a sip of her wine. She wriggled her ass playfully. "Not bad for an old lady, eh? Can I compete with those little foxes at school?"
He looked solemnly up at her, clutching his beer bottle in two hands. "You sure can, sis. Boy, when I saw you last night, doing it to yourself, boy, it really turned me on." His expression registered surprise as he realized what he had just done. He was drunk enough that it didn't bother him. After all, Sherry was his big sister. He could tell her the truth. It would be all right.
It took Sherry a while to realize what he was saying.
He had seen! He had watched her screwing herself in the pussy and then in the ass! Her little brother had been watching her all the time!
Though she tried to be shocked, her predominant response was excitement. Her cunt throbbed at the thought that, while she was fingerfucking herself to abandon, her brother had been hiding someplace watching her. And getting excited by what he was seeing.
She pulled a kitchen chair close to him and sat down. The wine raced through her system as she concentrated on his handsome young face, his strong rippled chest. She didn't even dare look down at his groin now. She was getting to the point where she didn't trust herself.
"You know it's not polite to spy on people, don't you, Ricky?"
"Sure, but I wasn't spying. Not really. I just came up to ask you if you wanted to go for do-nuts."
So that was it! Now Sherry understood why Sue had blushed red this morning when she had been talking about the trip to the do-nut shop. She had had a guilty conscience! "Sue saw me too?"
"Yeah, she followed me up. She didn't really want to look. It embarrassed her."
Sherry could feel the moisture seeping into the crotch of her shorts. They had both been watching her! She had had a whole audience at the moment when her finger up inside her ass drove her to orgasm.
Ricky drained his beer and watched his sister closely. He was beginning to worry that Sherry might be mad at him for what he had done. He could find no anger in her eyes, though. Only excitement. Unmistakable sparkling, wide-eyed lust! Suddenly the boy realized there was an opportunity here. His cock throbbed as he thought back to the longing that had coursed through him the night before-the longing to ram his cock deep into his older sister's hot twat!
"You sure looked beautiful, sis. I never thought a woman could look so beautiful when she was getting it off."
Sherry's nerves were on edge. She realized she was losing hold of herself. The idea of this handsome young boy-brother or no brother-watching her playing with herself was getting her excited. She looked at his crotch. His swollen cock-shaft was ballooning the front of his athletic shorts.
Shaking with the effects of alcohol and lust, she fell to her knees in front of the boy. The indoor-outdoor carpeting in the dining area made a soft cushion to land on.
Her hands reached to his sweat-gleaming chest and caressed it tenderly. "Ricky! My little brother! You've turned into such a handsome man, darling! Do I really turn you on, Ricky? Did you really like watching me?"
Though her conscience was still struggling to warn her that she was moving into very dangerous ground, her growing hunger was running effective interference. All she could think of was the way Ricky's lean good looks had been hypnotizing her since her arrival, since she had first peeked into his bedroom and seen him sleeping naked. She had been wanting so badly to touch him. He was so young, so beautiful-even more so than Rod. He was in that appealing borderland between childhood and manhood.
Her hands caressed his chest and hips while her brain fought valiantly to keep her clutch from his groin. She must not go too far! This was incest! She was right on the verge of taking an irrecoverable step into depravity!
Booze and lust weighed the odds heavily against virtue. The moment she felt his hesitant touch on her breast, she fell. She wanted to feel his cock! She had to do it! He was so beautiful!
Awkward in their eagerness, her fingers finally managed to free his cock from his shorts. His cock was long and thick, swollen with blood. "Oh, Ricky. It's beautiful-even more beautiful than it looked the first time!"
Even though he was torn between the thrills of feeling his sister's breast inside her halter and having her hand on his cock, Sherry's meaning did not escape him. "The first time? You saw it before?"
Her fingers flew lightly up and down along his cock-shaft. Her tongue ran nervously over her lips. Her gaze didn't leave the little dilated slit in his glans. "Yes-the first night-you were sleeping- you were naked."
It was Ricky's turn to be excited by a revelation. Sherry had noticed him all along. She had watched him while he was sleeping. She thought he was sexy! "Uuuuuhhh-" All the stimulus was overwhelming him. Ricky could scarcely believe it was his own big sister's hand stroking his cock so lovingly. He could scarcely believe that she was as turned on by him as he was by her.
It was as if he had slipped into some incredible waking dream. One minute, he was just another guy at basketball practice. The next, he was getting a handjob from his sister. And he was feeling her tit!
Ricky got bolder. His hand slipped all the way inside Sherry's halter. He felt the stiff bud of her nipple grazing his palm. His cock jerked. He heard her squeal.
"Oh Ricky! It's so hard! I've got to do it, baby! I've got to do it!" Her head bent over his cock and she took the whole pounding length of his cock-shaft up between her lips. "Mmmmppphhh-" Her moans continued as she started to bob her head up and down over his cock. It was as if she could not get over the wonder of it. As if she had never felt anything so thrilling as the texture of her brother's hard rubbery cock in her mouth.
"Oooooh, shit! Ooohh, wow!" Ricky's hand lost its grasp on her tit. His ass slipped forward in the kitchen chair. The boy gave up all control of his aroused body to the skilled mouth on his cock. Ricky had felt up tits before, but he had never had a blowjob. The thought that it was his own beautiful sister that was sucking his cock almost forced the juices right out of him. But he held on with everything he had. This was a very important moment in Ricky's life. He wanted it to last-for a few minutes anyway! "Jeez, sis, boy. I never knew it could be this good!"
His youthful compliment made the juices run more generously from Sherry's cunt. Her panty-crotch and her shorts felt soaked now. The delicious moist feeling excited her. She felt incredibly wanton, kneeling on the kitchen floor in the house she had grown up in-sucking the cock of her baby brother-the baby brother who had grown into a handsome desirable young man.
Sherry could not really explain to herself what had come over her, what had compelled her to stoop to this new untried depravity. This sort of thing had happened to the redhead before. She just got to a point where she wanted something so much that nothing could effectively stand in the way of it-not family duty, not morality, not common sense.
Her friends said that it was her compulsive nature that had made her so successful in her career. Sherry knew it was also responsible for much of the loneliness and confusion-she felt when she was all alone with nothing to do. Often she went ahead and took what she wanted without thought for the consequences. It had lost her friends. It had at times even lost her her own self-respect.
But Ricky seemed so young, so pure. His cock felt so right inside her mouth. It gave her something, something she had been feeling the lack of since she arrived at her old home. At last, the barriers were broken down. Ricky was no longer just her cute young brother. He was a handsome young man and she had something to teach him. She was giving him something, a part of herself.
Who said incest was wrong? It felt so right! She wanted to make him feel good, so good!
With greedy abandon, her tongue swirled round and round the tip of the boy's bulbous cock-tip. Her lips formed a tight suction on his cock and slid all the way down to his balls. Ricky gasped each time she took his cock all the way to the hilt. It was the best incentive he could have given her. As long as she knew he was enjoying what she was doing, she was willing to keep working until the last of her strength ran out. From the amount of wine and adrenalin running through her, Sherry guessed that would be a pretty long time.
For the boy, though, time was running short. He had been riding the heights suspended on nothing but awe and willpower. His sister's mouth on his cock and balls had threatened at every moment to make him shoot his cum into her mouth. But like a traveler in a new land, he kept promising himself that he was going to go around just one more corner-just one more and then he could let go.
So he watched her red head bobbing over his loins. He felt her tongue teasing the slit in his cock-head and then slipping down to do the same to the spot where glans meets cock-shaft. He jerked his cock lustily into the back of her throat as she bobbed her head down again and again to coat his cock in honeyed pleasure. "Jeez, sis. Jeez, it's awful good. Cripes, I don't know how much longer I can hold out!"
He gritted his teeth and looked down desperately at the older woman just as she smiled up at him. "Don't worry about a thing, Ricky darling. Just do what comes naturally. I'm going to like it when you cum. I want to feel your cum-juices shooting into my throat." With that, her mouth went back to his cock. Combined with the lusty effect of her words, her touch sent the boy into gyrating contortions.
He could feel his balls swelling. He rammed his cock into her mouth one more time-and then again-and then he knew it was over. He felt the hot stream shooting deep into her throat. He watched her lips work greedily to swallow every last drop of his jism. "Uuuhh, sis. Shit-uuuuuhhh!"
A sultry smile curled the edges of the boy's mouth. Ricky was in seventh heaven. He had just had his first blowjob and from the best-looking woman he knew-his own big sister.
Long after his crisis was past, Sherry kneeled in front of the boy, his flaccid cock still in her mouth. She sucked it gently, cleaning it of every last dew drop of sperm. Her cunt throbbed as she sucked. She was still excited, but it was a deep enduring excitement. It could wait. It could wait for whatever came next.
One thing, though, she knew for sure. She had not had enough of Ricky.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ricky and Sherry ate their dinner in silence. From time to time the boy would look up at his sister and grin. But as soon as he had finished eating, he excused himself and went to his room.
Sherry was worried. She hoped she had not gone too far, that in her greed she had not spoiled the chances for her and her brother to have a really close relationship.
She knew she should not have done it. But the lure of his hard young cock straining against his shorts had been too much. Something had snapped inside her. She had had to possess that cock, no matter what the consequences. As she thought about the rubbery resilience of his cock inside her mouth, she got that urgent feeling again between her legs. She was sure it had all been worth it.
But if she had lost Ricky's trust, it would not be worth it. She would never forgive herself.
She went to bed with what was left of the bottle of wine. As she tried to analyze the attraction that had brought her to the depraved point of sucking her own brother's cock, she realized that in a sense Ricky was the healthy young animal she had first seen in Rod.
At twenty-two, even Rod had seemed too young to her at first. But Ricky was eleven years younger than she was! Though she hated to admit it, she realized it was the boy's very youth that appealed to her. His youth and his beauty.
If she had laughingly called herself a dirty old woman for seducing Rod, what had her seduction of Ricky made her? Not only was he only a boy, but he was her own brother!
As the wine dulled her senses and carried her closer to sleep, Sherry felt two instincts grappling inside her. One was excitement. Her throbbing cunt longed for the release she knew her fingers could give her. The other was sadness. She had betrayed the trust of her own brother. He was only a boy. How guilty he must be feeling over what they had just done! She should go to him and try to console him. She should tell him it was all right, it would never happen again. Everyone was entitled to one mistake.
Her libido was contemptuous of her guilty conscience. It wanted only to remember the hard young cock, the way it had spurted so wildly inside her mouth. The memory of his sleek smooth flesh under her fingertips made her quiver from eyelashes to toes.
At last sleep rescued her from her anguish.
Sherry had no idea how much later it was when she was awakened by a stirring on her father's big round bed. Panic immobilized her as she tried to peer through the darkness, to discover if there was someone on the bed with her. Instinct told her to make no sudden movements. If there was a prowler, a rapist on her bed, she did not want to give him the advantage of knowing she was awake. She wanted her first frantic bid for safety to be a surprise.
Suddenly Sherry relaxed. She knew as surely as if she had turned the light on who it was in bed with her. It was Ricky! Whether it was his size, his scent, his vibes that warned her, she knew her prowler was her kid brother.
Sherry stopped the greeting that was about to escape her lips. She would pretend she was still asleep. She would find out what Ricky had in mind before she blew her cover.
She half expected her trembling to give her away as the boy stretched out on the satin sheet next to her. He was naked. She could feel the pressure of his hard cock against her hip as he molded his body against hers. His fingertips began to roam over the filmy expanse of her sheer nightie. A low groan escaped the redhead's lips. She stirred slightly and then was still. She hoped he would accept the suggestion that her groans had been inspired only by a dream. "Sherry?" he whispered softly, but she made no answer. His hand continued to roam over her tits, her belly, then down to her thighs and up underneath her nightie.
His hand went straight to her soft moist pussy. Sherry wriggled slightly, trying to make it seem casual, unintentional. She wanted to make sure he had lots of room to work in her hot hungry slit. The woman knew now that her brother was not as upset as she had feared over what they had done earlier. Instead, he was hard-cocked and ready for more experimenting. Sherry wanted to laugh with relief. His finger reaching down between her pussy-lips turned a grin to a grimace of agonized pleasure.
His timid gropings along her cunt convinced Sherry that Ricky had never felt a woman's pussy before, or if he had, he hadn't learned much from the experience about how to handle one. His hand felt good, just because it was his hand and she wanted him to touch her so much. But she longed to feel his fingers drive deep up into her snatch, to possess her, to ready her for a greater pleasure to come.
His hard cock pressed more insistently against her hip The woman longed to grab hold of it and stroke it until it could no longer stand the pain of longing. Until it would have to split wide the hungering flanges of her cunt.
Just when she was getting so hot she thought she would have to abandon her pretence of sleep, Ricky surprised her. He climbed on top of her and forced her thighs wide apart with his knees. He guided his cock-tip down between the moist soft lips of her pussy. He shoved his hard young cock deep deep into her wet cunt.
There was no more pretending. Sherry could not suppress the lusty groan that rose up from the very depths of her soul. "Aaaaahhhhh! God! God!"
"Sherry?" came the anxious voice. "Are you all right, Sherry?"
She reached for his soft red-blond hair that seemed to glow in the feeble light now that her eyes were used to the dark. "Darling, I'm wonderful! Oh, God, it feels so wonderful!" She pulled his face close to hers and she drove her tongue deep in between his lips. He hesitated only a moment. Then his own tongue shot out to meet hers.
Brother and sister were linked in a consuming embrace of starved primal passion.
Her hands slipped down to his bare ass-cheeks and she gripped them firmly. She guided him into a smooth, hard-driving screwing rhythm that filled her with bliss at every instroke of his hard ruthless cock. "Hhhnnhh, oh, it's soo good, ooohhh, Ricky!"
"It feels good, sis! Your pussy feels even better than I thought it would when I was watching you last night." With the precocious ease with which some boys slip into manhood, he began to find his stride. His chest swelled with pride at the mighty effort he was making to satisfy his sister's aroused senses. Her moans and whimpers of pleasure delighted him. If he could satisfy a woman as beautiful and sophisticated as his sister, he must be okay. He had nothing to fear from women now. He had only to go about learning all the tricks and maneuvers that make a woman happy.
Everything he did to his big sister seemed to make her happy. He tried shoving his cock into her hard and fast. He tried suspending his rhythm in mid-stroke. That only made her moan and writhe more frantically than ever. The boy was delighted to discover that as long as he was doing what felt good to him, he was pleasing his sister too. Screwing was as easy as falling off a log and a hell of a lot more fun!
There was one part of the process that was was not so easy. That was keeping a tight rein on his swelling balls. Despite the surging orgasm Sherry had given him earlier with her mouth-despite the orgasm he had dealt himself with his hand in his room as he relived the experience-still Ricky could feel the tendrils of lust teasing at his self-control. It would have been so easy to lose himself in thoughts like: he was getting laid for the first time; he was screwing his own sister; he and Sherry were humping like rabbits right on their dad's bed.
Any one of those thoughts if concentrated on long enough, could have made him lose his wad. So he didn't let himself think about them. He didn't let himself think about how tight and hot her pussy felt each time it tugged his cock up inside. He thought about taking a cold shower outside in the middle of winter. It was something he had read in a book once and it seemed to work.
Except that it was so damned hard not to think about all those sexy things his brain kept trying to hark back to.
Though he knew from his conversations with other boys that screwing his own sister was supposed to be a sin, that did not prevent the boy from reveling in the joy of plunging his cock into Sherry's heated pussy. Sherry had been living away from home since he was nine years old. She had always been his ideal of female beauty. She was hardly like a sister to him at all. Ever since he had been old enough to jerk himself off, Ricky had been using the fantasy of screwing Sherry to excite himself. He did not worry about sin. He worried only about reaping all the pleasure he could from the moment. He could find nothing wrong with something that felt so intensely good. He needed Sherry and from the way she was responding, he sensed that she needed him.
Her fists were pounding on his back. She had raised her knees up and her feet were kicking furiously against his ass-cheeks. She shimmied her pussy up his cock-shaft like a coon hustling up a tree. The woman seemed to be in her own world of stimulation. She never flagged for a moment. The intensity of her response never faltered. Her moans continued to resound in his ear like the sweetest song Ricky had ever heard.
"Uuuuhhh, sis-I always wanted to do this! Jeez, you feel good! Cripes!" Words failed the boy. He shut his mouth and kept on screwing.
Sherry's own doubts about the lightness of what they were doing vanished under the reassurance of the boy's words. Ricky, from the vantage point of youth and purity, saw nothing wrong with what they were doing. He was experiencing only the pleasure. That was what she would do too. She wanted to be with him in the pleasure. It was growing deeper and stronger. Her belly was spasming with the intensity of her arousal. His cock seemed to fill her everywhere, until at last she could hold no more.
"Oh, God, Ricky! I'm cumming!" Her face set in a frozen grin as she continued to hurl her hips up at his loins. Even as wave after wave of release swept through her, she was struggling for more of the pleasure. She had only been releasing the safety valve to make room for more of her young brother's good loving.
Knowing that he had brought his sister to climax did something to the boy. He was no longer playacting now. He had set up a chain of events that had reaped an explosion of joy in his sister's belly. The experience made him feel responsible for her. For the ecstasy that he was dealing her with every long deep stroke of his cock-shaft. He concentrated on every thrusting movement of his hips, conscious that with his stroke he could push her back up to those peaks, little by little or all at once. It all depended on how he did it. The boy was beginning to understand there was more than first met the eye to this lovemaking business. A lot to learn.
"Uuuuuhh, sis! I love to make you feel good!" And he did. With stroke after stroke. With every ounce of energy he had. Until at last he had no more to give.
She felt his cock expand again and the added pressure on her pussy-walls drove her once again into orgasm. She reveled in the first feel of his hot sperm filling her cunt. It was so good to be doing it together. To cum together on the satin sheets on her dad's big round bed. "Ricky! Oooooohhh! I'm cumming again, darling!"
"Me too! Uh-uh jeez!" He felt himself letting go all at once. Total joy filled him at the thought of filling his sister's cunt with his hot teeming cum. He knew now the ultimate pleasure of a man-to have stowed his jism in hot pussy, where it was supposed to go!
His hand would never feel quite so good again!
Despite the powerful explosions she had just weathered, Sherry was as wide awake and full of energy now as if she had just had a snoutful of pure oxygen. Her nerve-endings still tingled with the rousing memories of everything she and her brother had done together. She could still feel his hard cock stroking in and out of her cunt, driving her beyond the barriers into writhing moaning orgasm.
Filled with gratitude, with excitement, she had to touch him, to do something more for him, to relive the pleasure.
While he lay sprawled on his back in a half-doze, she crouched over his flaccid cock and took it into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, less to rouse it than to relish the flavor of their combined juices there. "Mmmmmm-" She found stray drops of his cum on his thigh and quickly stowed them in her belly.
His hand reached down and stroked her tousled hair. He applied just the slightest pressure, letting her know he would like more. She was pleased. She was ready to make a night of it.
Sherry took the whole length of her brother's hardening cock into her mouth and sucked.
Dawn was a long way away, but the time passed quickly for the incestuous lovers.
CHAPTER SIX
Sherry made another attempt to call Rod the following evening. Again he was not in. She felt strangely unaffected by the disappointment. The passion she had known with Rod seemed a remote, dream-like thing compared to the immediacy of her newfound illicit relationship with her young brother.
She feared disrupting the perilous calm of her affair with Ricky by making contact with that other world back in Chicago. It was just as well that Rod was not in.
The rest of her ten-day visit seemed to go by all too fast. Sherry and her brother and sister did many things together. They went to movies. They roasted hot dogs on the beach. They even went to a disco. Sherry reveled in the strong bonds of family that she felt with Ricky and Sue.
Then, at night, there was that other kind of bond she had with Ricky. She taught him about what a woman likes in a lover. She taught him to be patient and unselfish, then ruthless and strong when the mood was right. Each morning, at dawn, Ricky snuck back to his own room, a little wiser in the ways of adults and lovers.
As long as Ricky did not seem to be disturbed by the unnatural stigma of their relationship, Sherry did not let herself worry about it. She wanted to believe that anything so good could not be wrong. So she fiercely separated her nights from her days in her mind.
In the daytime, she and Ricky were sister and brother getting to know each other all over again.
At night she and Ricky were lovers, knowing each other in other ways-ways that were forbidden to brother and sister by the rules that society set forth.
Though she was looking forward to seeing her dad, Sherry regretted that the moment of his arrival would mean the end of her vacation. He and Blanche showed up on a Sunday afternoon. Sherry took a long appraising look at her new stepmother and decided she would do. Blanche was really very beautiful, though she did not seem overly bright. She seemed to be devoted to Sherry's dad. That was the qualification that made her okay in Sherry's eyes. This time, Ray deserved a woman who would stay with him, not leave him with abandoned children and bad memories.
Sherry cornered her dad in the kitchen where he was making martinis for the grown-ups and Seven-Up slings for the kids. She gave him a hug that was warmer, more intimate than the one they had exchanged in front of the rest of the family. Sherry and her dad had been through a lot together. Though she had still been a young girl, she had done much to help him weather the depression following the break-up of his first two marriages. He doted on her. Though Sherry had pulled a few shockers in her time, in her dad's eyes, she was tops.
"I think she's okay, Dad. She really loves you, you know that? And she's beautiful too." As her father stared into her eyes, Sherry noted the strong resemblance between him and Ricky. Her cunt throbbed and she flushed. She wondered what her father would think if she knew his son and oldest daughter had been screwing each other like crazy for the past week! The wild side of Sherry was titillated by the idea. Her other side was a trifle embarrassed.
Ray saw his daughter's embarrassment and identified it with his own. Sherry was a beautiful woman, with her big tits and her thick shining red hair. She reminded him of her mother and despite everything her mother had done to him, when he saw the likeness in her daughter he felt the old attraction. It was unnerving to feel his cock lurch at the presence of his twenty-seven-year-old daughter. He had to remind himself it was only because she looked like Gina her mother. A man was not supposed to get a hard-on from looking at his own child, beautiful as she might be!
"I'm glad you like her, baby! I think this time it's going to be for keeps. It's about time, don't you think? After all, your dad is pushing fifty."
"And doesn't look a day over thirty-five." It was true. Ray got a lot of exercise and kept his lean hard body in top shape. The touch of gray in his blond hair only made him look more handsome. Sherry felt the attraction and decided it was because of his strong resemblance to Ricky.
"Hey, baby! Flattery will get you everywhere." He nudged her in the ribs and laughed. But they were both a little embarrassed and they returned quickly to the living room and the safety of numbers.
It didn't take long after Sherry's departure before Ricky was missing her intensely. The boy had gone from no sex life except what he got from his own hand to a week of wild, night-long orgies. It was difficult to go back to his hand.
He became preoccupied with thoughts of what was going on on that round big bed in his father's bedroom, the one where he and his sister had discovered such wanton joy.
On an evening when his younger sister was spending the night with a girl friend, Ricky screwed up enough courage to go kneel outside his parent's bedroom door. He would not dare risk discovery with Sue in the house. But as long as the only chance of discovery came from inside the bedroom, he would take a chance. If he could not get his own satisfaction, maybe he could at least steal some thrills from watching his dad with his new wife.
His cock lurched at the sound of the shrill female groans coming from the other side of the door. His dad had built the house well. The doorknob made no sound when Ricky turned it and opened the door just a fraction.
He let out a gasp when he caught sight of the lewd activity on the big round bed. For a minute, he feared discovery. But his dad and Blanche were far too engrossed in each other to pick up a little sound like a gasp from the far end of the room.
Blanche was rising up and down over Ray's cock, straddling his thick cock like a bronc-buster. Her red-tipped fingers reached back to grasp his thighs as she writhed her cunt down lustfully onto her new husband's cock. "Oh, Ray honey! Mmmm, my pussy feels so good! You've got the best big cock in the whole world, honey!"
Ray laughed at the compliment, but from his hiding place behind the crack in the door, Ricky could see the strain on his face. His lips were drawn back over his teeth. His eyes were glazed. His fingers made indentations in Blanche's smooth pale ass-flesh as he guided her movements over his rock-hard cock.
"You're beautiful, baby, beautiful! Uh, move that thing, woman! Make yourself feel good, baby!"
A tremor of excitement shook the spying boy, shot up his spine like a scurrying lizard. He was remembering the way Sherry had climbed on top of his own hard cock one night. He was remembering the raw pleasure as her cunt-muscles gripped his cock in the heated abandon of her struggle toward the heights of ecstasy.
While he thought about Sherry and her eager cunt, the boy kept his eyes riveted on the lewdly undulating cheeks of his stepmother's ass. Blanche was really built! He had thought that even before he saw her naked. But now he knew he would never again be able to look at the woman without feeling a secret glow in his balls.
It thrilled him the way she thrust her pussy down again and again to envelop Ray's cock in steaming passion walls. He could see the shining gleam of her juices on his dad's cock each time she raised her ass for the next downward plunge. The lamplight made his father's cock glow like some potent symbol of virility and sexual pleasure. Ricky felt a surge of admiration for his 'old man.' He sure knew how to get a woman hot. The boy told himself smugly that he had come by his own talent naturally.
Though Ricky had hoped to get some kind of satisfaction from watching his dad screw his new wife, the boy found to his dismay that the frustration in his cock was building to Urgent peaks. He looked down at his groin where his cock was creating a ballooning pyramid in the front of his shorts. Blanche squealed again and the sound drew his attention back to the scene of the action. At the same time, his hand slipped into his shorts and enclosed the thick throbbing shaft of his cock.
In the urgency of her abandon, Blanche was performing contortion feats that would have been worthy of an acrobat. She was half lying back against Ray's thighs, her arms spread to support her. Her feet were pulled up against either side of her husband's buttocks. She was pushing herself up and down over his cock with the strength of her whole legs. Her legs were open butterfly-fashion. Ricky's cock pulsed at the thought of the wide-open view of her snatch his dad must be getting.
The boy decided he would have to get Sherry to try that the next time they made love. A nagging doubt teased at the back of his mind.
How long would it be until he saw her again? Would they ever again be lovers? It had been three years last time between visits. Ricky knew with a surety as insistent as the throb in his cock that he could not go three more years without getting laid. Not now, that he knew how good it was!
His hand worked busily back and forth along his cock-shaft as he watched his dad reach for the button at the front of Blanche's cunt-slit and tease it. It was the right thing to do. The woman moaned like a cat in heat. She drove her cunt more forcefully forward onto Ray's cock. At the same time her clitoris dove for more of the welcome finger stimulation. "Uuuuhh, jeez, Ray, honey-my pussy's on fire! You're driving me wild, honey! Yeah, play with my clit like that!"
Her blonde hair flew around her head with the rhythm of her straining body. Ricky could feel the tension in his balls getting more urgent. He could see that his dad too was getting more excited. He thrust his hips up fiercely, sending his cock deep into Blanche's hot twat. Then suddenly, he grabbed her and guided her down onto her back, performing a neat maneuver that did not even require his taking his cock from her pussy.
Ricky licked his lips as he watched Blanche's big tits bobble as Ray pushed her into position. Once on her back, she raised her legs like hungry tentacles and gripped Ray's back. He started to screw her in earnest. Every instroke drove an ecstatic gasp from deep in her throat. "Oh, screw me, honey! Oh jeez, it's so good! Oh, Ray, I'm cummmmming!"
It seemed that the sheer excitement of being thrust over onto her back and subdued by an iron-hard cock had burst the woman's control. Eyes closed, she tossed her head from side to side on the satin-covered pillow and howled out her climax.
Ricky could feel an explosion threatening in his balls. He forced himself to stop his stroking long enough to take the edge off his passion. He wanted the pleasure. He wanted to match the endurance of his hard-working father. Subconsciously, the boy was in competition with his dad-sizing up his own performance against every stroke Ray made-trying to recall whether Sherry had been as ecstatic about his own rutting technique.
The vision of his big sister-legs spread, pink pussy gleaming in welcome-brought the boy once again to the verge of explosion. He gritted his teeth and thought about cold showers on a winter day. But it was not long before the commotion in the bedroom had his mind right back in the present.
Once he had Blanche safely lodged beneath him, Ray labored tirelessly to satisfy the craving she had stirred up in his gut. His trim ass-cheeks clenched and thrust into her in long mighty shoves. From time to time he broke his rhythm to seek the woman's mouth and kiss her deeply.
"Mmmmpphh. Oh, Ray. Oh, darling! You do it to me so good!" Blanche had still not gotten over the first ecstasy of their honeymoon. She was delirious with the pleasure her husband brought her time after time. Long ago, she had quit regretting the long months of abstinence during their courtship. Ray had made up for it a hundred times over. She had never had a lover as eager, as lusty, as dependable as Ray. It was wonderful to know how much he wanted her and to feel that want thrusting far into her hot clutching cunt.
Ricky realized if he had not tried it himself before watching his parents screwing, he would have been totally awed by the output of energy of both Ray and Blanche. He might have wondered if he was up to the task of slaving so hard for a woman's pleasure. But he had the memories of Sherry's praise to reassure him about his own prowess. And his own week's experience to make him long lustily for the joy that Blanche and Ray were sharing.
He realized he would have to find himself a girl to make love to. Screwing was too great a thing to pass up for even another week. His body craved more of the forgetful, consuming passion that his sexy sister had brought him.
But who would he have? What girl did he know that he cared enough about to bring into the most intimate part of his life? What girl could equal Sherry and the special place she had inside him? The image of his young blonde sister Sue sprang into his head. He had been watching Sue's development with interest. She had turned into a beautiful young woman. He had often found himself getting hot thoughts as he watched the wriggle of her ass. But he had not thought about doing anything about it. He had felt awkward, shy. Now, with Sherry's teaching under his belt, he knew that he was capable of bringing his young sister the same kind of joy that Sherry had brought him.
The question was: did he dare? Sue was still kind of a prude when it came to sex. But he remembered the gleam in her eye the night she had watched Sherry play with herself. Her arousal had been reluctant, but it was there just the same.
Fired by his new daring inspiration, Ricky even forgot to stroke his hard cock until he heard the passion cries in the bedroom building to a crescendo. His grip around his cock tightened as he watched Blanche pounding her fists feverishly against Ray's back. The man had increased his pace. The inthrusts of his cock had become more erratic, as though each one was wrenched from the very depths of his soul. Again, again, again, he stuffed her deep with his turgid cock. Right at the moment when she started to cry out her second orgasm, he let himself go. They writhed together, her red nails digging into his back, his face buried in her shoulder.
"Jeez, Blanche-Jee-zuz!"
"Oh, God, Ray-you're making me cummmmm!" Ricky could see the distorted grin on her face. "I love to feel you shooting into me, Ray! Oh baby, cum in meeee!"
Crouching outside his parents' bedroom door, Ricky worked his hand fiercely back and forth along his cock-shaft. His mind was no longer working for anything more than the moment's pleasure. His senses trembled at the stimulation of his hand and the wanton antics in the bedroom. When he thought he could not stand it another moment, his hand grew moist and warm. His head slumped forward at the instant his body let go completely.
Only with great effort did Ricky manage to avoid crying aloud. He thought he had never given himself an orgasm so intense, so wrenching. The reason for his feverish response was twofold. One was what he had seen in the bedroom-the forceful way his father had screwed his new bride. The second reason was his new daring plan-the plan to seduce his sister Sue.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sue's friend Sheila held a party that both Ricky and Sue attended. Sheila's parents were tolerant enough to allow wine and beer at the party. By the time Ricky and Sue headed home, they were both staggering a little. And laughing a lot. They had had a good time.
Sue held onto Ricky's arm as they made their way along the tree-lined residential streets of their neighborhood. Ricky reminded her that they could have had a ride home, since she was having so much trouble walking. Sue protested that she had wanted to enjoy the night air. "It's such a beautiful night!" she exclaimed enthusiastically, throwing her arms heavenward. Then, out of the blue, she said: "I wish Sherry was here right now. We could all go down to the do-nut shop!"
It was obvious from the gleam in her eye that Ricky could see in the light from the overhead lamps that Sue was thinking about something that excited her. He recalled the night during Sherry's visit when they had tried to invite her to go for do-nuts with them. His brain entertained a vivid memory of Sherry kneeling on their father's bed, her finger up her ass, her clitoris grinding down against the mattress. His cock lurched in his pants.
It thrilled him to think that Sue was thinking about the same thing and that it was exciting her. He began to hope that this might be the night when Sue would be in the mood to talk about sex.
"Yeah, I wish Sherry was here too." He sighed. Then, bolstering his courage, he asked, "Remember when we watched Sherry in the bedroom?"
"Oh, Ricky." The girl turned her head away in embarrassment, but Ricky had seen her eyes twinkling. Obviously, she remembered well what Sherry had been doing when they spied on her.
"I told Sherry we watched her!"
The girl felt mortified. "Ricky, you didn't!"
"Sure and you know, she didn't mind." He thought he had better leave that track before he got himself in trouble. "Everyone enjoys sex, Sue. I watched dad with Blanche the other night. Old dad sure hasn't lost any of his kick. They had a wild time!"
Sue stopped walking and turned to stare at her brother. He could see her clearly enough to note that she was as excited as she was shocked. "Ricky, what's gotten into you? You didn't used to be like that! You used to be polite!"
"Look, Sue, I'm old enough to know that the only way you're going to learn about anything is to find out for yourself. You don't just automatically turn into a good lover, you know. You have to do some research."
Sue seemed to be trying to think. Ricky could see the wine had dulled her thought processes, or maybe it was the excitement of trying to imagine their dad and Blanche making love.
"Well, I still don't know," she said. Then, "What was it like?" She was not looking directly at him. But Ricky sensed that she was waiting expectantly for his reply.
"It was something else, Sue! First Blanche was up on top of her dad, riding him like a mean bronc in the rodeo. Then dad rolled her over and got on top of her. She was really digging it, Sue. She was howling like she was going to die and go straight to heaven."
"In this book I was reading, it said women make a lot of noise when they make love. Why's that, Ricky?"
"I don't exactly know. It just feels so good, I guess, that they can hardly stand it!"
"Have you ever done it, Ricky?" Again she was studiously avoiding her brother's gaze. Again, he knew a lot depended on how he answered.
"Once or twice, I guess. But it wasn't enough to really learn too much about it."
"Did the girl like it?"
"Oh yeah. She liked it all right. She liked it a lot. So did I."
They walked in silence for a while. Then, softly, Sue said, "I'd like to know what it's like, Ricky. I've been thinking about it a lot lately." What Sue meant was that, ever since she had watched her big sister playing with herself, Sue had grown more bold in her own experimenting. The more she investigated the pleasure zones of her ripe young body, the more greedy she got. Her body had been awakening at a startling pace. Even the closeness of her handsome brother excited her these days. Night after night, she had lain alone in her room, her finger inside her pussy, wondering what it would be like to feel a cock there.
Ricky's heart was pounding so hard he feared she might hear it and know what he was thinking. He didn't want her to know how excited he was, or how much he really knew about lovemaking. He did not want to scare her off. He wanted to lure her, carefully, surely, into his wet of lust.
When they got to the house, he urged her to be quiet. "Maybe we should see what Blanche and dad are up to."
She took his hand reluctantly and followed him up the stairs. Her steel grip told him she was scared. But not so scared that her curiosity was not keeping the upper hand over her fear.
Rather than risking the door this time, Ricky had another idea. He took Sue through the den and out onto the balcony that adjoined his parents' room. He crouched down in front of her to give her an unobstructed view. The curtains were open in the bedroom and the bedside light was on. They were in luck!
Blanche and Ray did not even know they were home! They were taking advantage of their evening alone to celebrate. There was an empty bottle of champagne by the bed. Ray was kneeling between Blanche's legs, surveying the open pink slit of his wife's pussy. The sliding glass door to the balcony was open just a crack. The youngsters could hear every word they said.
Ricky could hear Sue's soft gasp above him. He looked up at the open-mouthed amazement on his young sister's face. Her eyes were glued to the scene inside. A moan from Blanche attracted Ricky's attention too.
"Oh God, Ray! Do it to me! I can't wait another minute darling!"
"What a beautiful wet slit you have, baby! I think I want to tease it just a little longer." The teen-agers watched Ray trail a fingertip around the erect bud of Blanche's clitoris. The finger traced a moisture path all the way down her cunt-slit, until it collided with her puckered asshole. Blanche grunted and thrust her pussy up toward his face.
Her wide-open cunt ground round and round before him, begging the man to have a taste of her flowing gleaming juices. "Uuuuhhh, Ray! Don't be so mean! Eat my pussy, honey! Eat meee!" Her red fingernails snatched hold of handfuls of Ray's pale blond hair and tried to pull his mouth into her snatch.
Tense with excitement, his cock throbbing in his pants, Ricky almost forgot for a moment that he was not alone out on the balcony spying on his father and his new wife. Then Sue's fingers wound into his hair. He looked up at her. She was still looking into the bedroom. But it was obvious she was clinging to her brother for support. Blanche and Ray's lewd performance was getting toiler!
Now Ricky had two reasons to be excited. He dared to hope that watching the parents was putting Sue in the mood.
Blanche's voice was growing desperate. "Let me suck your cock, Ray honey! I want to suck you while you eat me!"
The prospect of what the older couple was about to do aroused Ricky intensely. Apparently it was having the same effect on Sue. Her hands clung more tightly to his hair. He felt the excitement of this new bond with his sister. She was no longer a reluctant voyeur. She was enjoying their forbidden game as much as he was!
It was clear from the speed with which Ray positioned himself next to Blanche that he had been waiting for her to make her lewd suggestion. While he dove up between her thighs, tongue extended in search of his wife's clitoris, he thrust his hardened cock right in her face.
Blanche opened her mouth wide and admitted the thick eager girth of Ray's cock. "Mmmmpphhh!" She sucked on it hungrily. Her pussy-mound churned lustfully, looking for Ray's mouth. She shrieked as his tongue struck her sensitive clitoris. "Aaaahhh, more, mommmpphh!" Ray's cock stroked deep into her mouth, cutting off her greedy cries for more. But Ray had got her meaning. His lips and tongue began to work in earnest along her swollen pink pussy-slit.
"Holy Cow!" Sue's exclamation was barely a whisper, but Ricky caught it and knew what it meant. She was impressed by the abandon of the parents. She was thrilled by the open hunger with which they were attacking each other's genitals.
Ricky could feel a rocking pressure against the back of his head. He realized Sue was grinding her clitoris against him to ease the pressure of pleasure in her pussy. Whether it was the wine or the passage of time, something had made a change in Sue. She was not acting like a prude. She was obviously just as turned on as Ricky was. The contortions of her roused body conveyed her excitement to her brother. Ricky reached back and began to caress her ass-cheeks, pulling her forward against him. She cooperated with him. He could hear her breathing getting heavier.
Though Sue had read about oral sex, she had been unable to grasp just what a sensual consuming passion it could be. Some primal thrill gripped her as she watched her handsome father licking his tongue up along the slit of Blanche's pussy. Each time he licked her, the blonde moaned and worked her mouth more urgently down onto Ray's cock. They were feeding each other's lust with the hungering lust of their mouths! What one did to the other, the other wanted to pay back with more fevered urgency than before! The atmosphere of excitement kept building and building. Sue had never imagined anything like it! She could not take her eyes off them!
Yet the young blonde was not oblivious to the caresses of her brother as he ran his hands lewdly over her buttocks through her tight jeans. Though she knew it was somehow not right to make love to a brother, still Sue could not think of any boy she would rather be close to than Ricky. He was so handsome. He was so much fun to be with. He had always been her best friend! Who better to teach her the joys of her unawakened body!
Just to think about going all the way frightened the girl. She shut the prospect out of her mind and concentrated instead on watching Blanche swirl her tongue around the bloated purple tip of her father's cock. She was awed by the size of Ray's swollen cock. It impressed her to think that Blanche could actually take all that up inside her cunt! Ricky had watched her and said she liked it! She wondered if women got bigger inside as they got older. She was sure her own tight pussy could never take anything so huge!
The pleasure-darts shooting from her clitoris through her aroused body were lulling Sue into an easeful sense of security. She scarcely noticed when Ricky turned his head around and started to rub her clitoris through her jeans with his hand. Somewhere in her confused senses there registered the sound of a zipper coming down. But she did not associate it with the truth-did not let herself-until Ricky's finger was gently stroking her exposed clitoris.
"Uu-" Ricky's hand reached up to her mouth just in time to stop a groan. Sue was overwhelmed with the raw excitement of having her clitoris rubbed by another person for the first time. She felt the cool evening air on her bare ass. It shocked her, almost as much as the finger on her clitoris. She thought for a moment that she should run away before things went too far. But it was like asking a monkey to eat only half a banana.
She had already gone too far to stop now! Her body was begging for more stimulation!
Ricky was eager to give it to her. Satisfied that one warning would be enough to warn Sue to keep her mouth shut, he stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of her clitoris. He heard her gasp and felt her hands grip his hair once again. Once the pleasure had registered on her, she began to grind her pussy against his face in search of more. Already she was imitating the greed of the abandoned woman on the bed! Already Ricky sensed that beneath her cool exterior, Sue harbored a passion as strong as their older sister's. Already he was looking forward to the kind of ecstasy he had known with Sherry!
Just tasting the sweet juices on his young sister's clitoris was ecstasy in itself.
Even with her jeans down around her knees, Ricky still could not spread Sue's legs very wide. He could not get his face in as deep as he would have liked into his sister's cunt. But he made the best of what freedom of movement he did have. His tongue swirled round and round her blood-engorged clitoris. It reached in along her fleshy cunt-slit far enough to goad the hot hole of her pussy. The feel of her fingers tightening in his hair did not hurt him. It drove him on to more abandoned efforts!
Though she had longed for it, Sue had not realized the incredible potential of real grown-up lovemaking. She had experienced some amazing orgasms from playing with her clitoris, her pussy, her anus. But to watch her parents eating each other's genitals while her brother licked her clitoris was raw pleasure undreamed of by the naive girl.
It was an intense thrill to watch Ray's tongue protrude to lick Blanche's pussy... and to feel the joy of Ricky's tongue swirling down from the peak of her own clitoris and stabbing against her aroused cunt-hole. Like a drowning woman clinging to a life raft, she kept her fingers entwined in Ricky's hair. It was not easy to keep quiet. It was not easy to remain standing under the assault of so much rousing pleasure. But Sue did what had to be done. She did it for pleasure.
Even in the midst of her growing wantonness, Sue noted the increase in tempo in the activity indoors. Blanche had clasped Ray's cock at the base and was sliding her fingers up and down his cock-shaft along with her mouth. She was moaning constantly. Her cunt was thrashing greedily under the maneuverings of Ray's tongue. The woman seemed to be possessed by a feverish intent. Her workings, her responses grew more and more frantic.
Suddenly "I'm cummmm-ing-g-g... mmmmpphh... " she moaned and she plunged her mouth back down onto the cock that was already threatening to swell and burst its load into her throat. Just a couple more strokes and Ray was grunting into the dark depths of the older woman's cunt. "Shit, me too, baby! Swallow it, baby! Swallow it all!"
While she rocked her cunt rhythmically against her brother's face, Sue drank in the incredible depravity of what was happening. Her stepmother was swallowing her father's cum! She was licking and teasing at the head of his cock as if she wanted more of the sticky juices!
Sue was astounded. She was also more excited than she had ever been in her young life. Her clitoris nudged her brother's nose while she tried to trap his agile tongue inside her pussy. She could feel the pressure growing more and more intense, then overwhelming... then unbearable. She too was cumming. Her mouth opened to cry silently into the still summer's night.
Ricky sensed what was happening. Suddenly his younger sister's body went rigid. She held his hair for dear life. Her cunt flared hot and wet against his face. He grinned into the fur-lined furrow of her cunt.
He had done it. He had gotten what he wanted. And he had pleased his beautiful young sister in the process! He knew from here, it could only get better and better.
"Let's go to my room," he whispered. She gave him no argument... only pulled her jeans up enough to let her walk. Their parents were forgotten. Brother and sister had their own sexual mountains to climb. They were naked even before they climbed onto Ricky's bed!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sue was trembling, with excitement and fear. For a while she lay burrowed against her brother's shoulder. She felt the desire for him swelling in her veins. But it was hard to take that first step... hard for her even to look at the hard cock that stood out so proudly from his loins.
Gently Ricky ran his free hand over Sue's round smooth tits. Their texture-their very nearness-made his cock sway with eager arousal. He wanted to give her this time to be close and quiet so she could get used to their being naked together. But he was not sure how long he could stand the desperate excitement surging through his cock. He fondled Sue's smooth belly and slipped his fingers once again down into her pussy-patch. The hair was soft and silky. The slit beneath was wet and swollen.
At last he reached for her hand and guided it down to his cock. She seemed timid to touch it at first. "Come on, Sue. Touch it."
Ashamed to disappoint her brother after the pleasure he had just given her, Sue steeled her courage and wrapped her fingers around the hot thick shaft of her brother's aroused cock. "Ooohh, it's big!" she sighed. Her fingers grew more adventurous. She investigated the swollen contours of his cock-head. She made a circle of her fingers as she had seen Blanche do. She worked it up and down his cock-shaft as Blanche had done to her father's cock.
As her father had, Ricky grunted with pleasure and thrust his cock into the encircling pleasure of her hand. "Oh Sue... feels good!" The boy was delirious with pleasure. He had been initiated into sex by his beautiful older sister. Now he was passing the instruction and the pleasure on down to his beautiful younger sister. By the books, it was lewd and depraved. By the response of his cock, it was more thrills than the boy had ever dared dream of. His whole being ached to feel the hot warmth of Sue's mouth on his tingling cock.
"Will you suck it for me, Sue?"
A bolt of fear shot up the young blonde's spine. U was one thing to play with Ricky's cock with her hand. She was getting into that. She was enjoying the smoothness and resiliency of his turgid cock. But to take it into her mouth and suck it!?
Blanche had made it look like an incredibly thrilling thing to do. But then, Blanche had even swallowed her father's cum! That was something Sue never expected to do. The girl wanted to start out slow. Her senses were overloaded. She wanted everything, yet her brain was struggling to tell her to be careful.
As she was about to tell her brother she just wanted to touch his cock for now, she remembered the hot joy his mouth had brought her clitoris a few minutes before. She remembered the wrenching orgasm his mouth had torn from her throbbing body. It would be selfish of her not to do as much for him as he had done for her!
This was her own brother! Though that fact in one way made it more wrong, in another way it made it all right. Ricky would never look down on her. He would never despise her for a whore because she had sucked his cock. Ricky loved her... and she loved him. Nothing could get in the way of the fact that they were brother and sister, best friends.
Quaking with fear and mounting excitement, she crawled down to his groin and brought her gaze face to face with Ricky's rigid cock. It lay on his belly like a great scepter. Again, she grasped it reverently. She held it up, so the slit in his cock-head was right under her nose. She held her breath and opened her mouth. Her lips closed around his mushroom-headed cock-tip.
"Ooooohhh... Sue that's great... saahhhhh!" In his excitement, the boy was not content to let her off with half a mouthful. He shoved his cock into her mouth all the way to the hilt. She gasped and fluttered her cheeks, but she found room for it. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as she sucked on her brother's stiff cock. "Oh yeah... "
Sue was not sure what she had expected, but it was not what she got. She had feared there might be something distasteful about having a cock in her mouth. The flavor in fact was quite neutral, except for the tangy drop of jism that seeped from his cock-head. Automatically she began to bob her head up and down as she had seen Blanche do. She milked another drop of semen from his glans and grinned with satisfaction. It wasn't bad... not bad at all! Her cunt throbbed with the perverse thrill of sampling her brother's intimate juices.
More than the flavor, it was the texture of his rubbery cock that pleased Sue. It felt good and solid inside her mouth. As she grew less afraid of it, she became more adventurous about investigating its contours and its weaknesses. With the eagerness of youth, the excited schoolgirl set about teaching herself how to bring her brother pleasure with her mouth. For Ricky, Sue wanted to be a good cocksucker!
"Mmmmmmm... " Astounded by the enthusiasm with which his sister was exploring his cock, Ricky gazed down at her blonde head bobbing over his throbbing cock. Her long hair fell over her face, blocking his line of vision. He held it back. He wanted to watch her work. He wanted to watch her mouth probing the sensitive ridges and planes of his cock. "Oh yeah, Sue... you do it nice!"
Nice was an understatement, but Ricky was not feeling creative in his language at the moment. He was too busy gasping under the effects of the blowjob he was getting from his kid sister!
Sue moaned with the pleasure of her obscene task. Now that she had gotten over her strangeness with the boy's cock, she wanted to solve all its mysteries. She stabbed the underside with her tongue-tip. At his raunchy grunt, she smiled and stored a new bit of knowledge in her brain. It was good there. That was something special he liked!
She made a tight cap of her lips over Ricky's cock-head and sucked on it greedily, as if it were a tit and she was milking it for nourishment. Her tongue wound round and round his slippery cock-tip. She liked the texture of it under her tongue. She liked the way the spongy flesh resisted the pressure of her prod.
As the blonde's exploration grew more and more stimulating, Ricky reached down and grabbed hold of Sue's head, holding it steady while he screwed her time after time in the mouth. She moaned and gurgled and closed her lips happily over his cock on each instroke. When he grew too disoriented to keep up his effort, she went on with it on her own. Her head bobbed urgently. Her hand reached under his cock to caress the twin sac of his balls. He whined with pleasure.
Emboldened by her success in pleasing her brother, Sue was eager to explore every sexual avenue open to her. Her tongue trailed down his cock to his balls. She sucked them, one after the other, rejoicing in the lewd thought that she was possessing even this most private part of Ricky with her mouth. There was hair on his balls and she had never liked to have hair in her mouth. But in the brunt of passion, such squeamishness no longer held sway. His balls tasted good! She loved to suck them!
When Ricky felt he could not take any more of the incredible pressure of her mouth on his testicles, she went back to her bobbing motion over his cock. She seemed to have a sixth sense for what would please him, what she should do next. If he had not known better, he would have thought she had had lessons from her big sister. He decided the two women shared a talent they must have inherited from their common gene pool.
As he lurched his pelvis up to thrust his cock into Sue's mouth, Ricky ran his hand over the smooth swells of his sister's ass-cheeks. At last his hand slipped under her torso and probed the hairy secrets of her cunt-slit. Her pussy was even wetter than it had been before! Her outer cunt-lips were soft and swollen with her excitement. Ricky moaned and writhed as her tongue again assaulted his balls. The boy decided he had had enough for the moment of being the passive lover. Sixty-nine had always seemed to him the most erotic of love positions. It had been a thrill to watch his dad and Blanche explore each other that way. It would be even better to perform the lewd act with his panting eager baby sister!
He coaxed her to stretch out beside him so her pussy was close to his head. The girl looked down at him and smiled nervously. "Are we going to do it the way daddy and Blanche did it?" Her question was teasing, yet her voice shook with her arousal.
Willingly, she parted her thighs to offer her moist slit up to her older brother's lechery. Ricky lost no time in seeking out the hard bud of her clitoris with his lips. He sucked on her as she sucked on the tip of his swollen cock. The boy was in ecstasy. To give and receive intense pleasure all at the same moment-that was the greatest thrill he had known so far in his sixteen years. To share his joy with his young sister was the consummation of a lifetime's closeness. "Oh... Sue... it feels great, Sue... Your pussy tastes wonderful!"
"Uuuuuuhhh... oh Ricky-y-y... " It was good to be able to express some of her pleasure in words, though Sue tried to keep her voice down. She understood now why women made so much noise during lovemaking. The pleasure was so overwhelming, she felt like she had to utter some kind of sound just to keep in touch with herself... to know she was still there... She seemed to float so far away and then come back again at the sound of her wailing voice. For some reason, Ricky's mouth on her cunt felt better now, now that she could moan out her excitement... now that she could let herself overflow with pleasure.
There came a fierceness to her treatment of the hard cock in her mouth as Sue began to work in earnest to make Ricky cum. The thought of swallowing his semen no longer seemed so horrible. She began to think she might like to do it. She began to quiver with excitement at the thought of swallowing her brother's cum-juices, pulling the passion out of his balls with her lips.
The harder she worked, the more fervently the blonde thrust her cunt into her brother's face. It pleased her that he never slowed down his lapping and tongue-probing. His grunts of pleasure reassured her that he was enjoying the flavor of her hot pussy as much as she was enjoying his cock.
Sue felt as if she were expressing a new part of herself that had never come to light before. She realized she would never again be the same naive timid girl. The longer she worked over her brother's cock, the more voracious she felt, the more she wanted to say and do.
She raised her head from Ricky's cock and exclaimed, "God, Ricky, I love sucking your big cock! God, it tastes good!" She had never said anything so lewd in her life. The feeling of the words exploding from her mouth pleased her. She felt her cunt flare with moist desire.
"I love eating your pussy, Sue! Tastes great... mmmm... uuuuhhhh... " Ricky did not know exactly what Sue was doing to his cock, but it was incredibly good. The boy was getting to the point where he was having difficulty holding onto his self-control, despite feverish attempts to think about cold showers and snow. Her lips seemed to be begging him to blow his cum deep into her throat. And he wanted to do it! How he wanted to do it!
The delirious cries of her orgasm were what pushed Ricky into the hurtling channel of climax. "God, Ricky-y... I'm cumming again... " She sounded surprised, elated. But she did not forget to take his cock back up into her mouth. Even though she knew he was right on the verge of shooting off, she sucked him greedily. She wanted it. She knew that now. She wanted to feel his thick hot juices flowing down the back of her throat.
The wanton thrill of feeling his sister's cunt grinding against his face aroused Ricky to the pinnacle. From here on, it was a downhill slide all the way! "Jee-z-z-z! I'm cumming, Sue!" He feared she might pull her mouth away from him at this last moment. But her lips remained glued greedily to his erupting cock-head. He buried his face against her hairy snatch and let the juices shoot out of him. It was a glorious, liberating feeling. The last thing he remembered was the gurgling sounds as Sue struggled to suck every drop of his sperm into her throat.
Both teen-agers had just been through an incredible amount of excitement. The relaxation of orgasm and the booze still flowing through their veins, conspired to carry them off to sleep. It was not a deep sleep, for either one of them. Their senses were too alive... their brains were too busy... to let them ignore for long the bounty at their very fingertips.
Ricky awoke first and began to stroke his sister's smooth rounded flesh. He cupped the full globes of her tits in his palms and excited her nipples to throbbing hardness. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. It was just dawn. He could see the shyness in her smile, "Hi, Sue... you were beautiful... you made me feel better than I've ever felt in my whole life." His big sister had told him girls liked compliments, when they sounded sincere. He might be fibbing a little-it was hard to choose between Sherry and Sue. But he figured it didn't really matter, not as long as it was all in the family.
"Me too, Ricky. Boy, if I'd known how good it was, I never would have been able to wait so long!"
"Me either!" He started to stroke the wet matted slit of her cunt. "I want to screw you, Sue."
She felt a jolt of excitement. But still her resolve remained firm. "Not yet, Ricky. I can't. There's been so much." She reached for his cock that was getting hard again. "I'd like to suck your cock some more, though."
Her hand on his cock brought Ricky back to full erection.
He was an understanding brother. He let his sister suck his cock again. This time, he just lay back and enjoyed it. It was okay with him if Sue wanted to wait a little while for the biggie. As long as it wasn't too long. "Mmm, suck it Sue! Suck it!"
CHAPTER NINE
What Sue worried about was the size of Ricky's cock!
It was almost as big as their dad's! Wouldn't it hurt her? How could she ever get it inside her tight pussy? Even two fingers seemed like a snug fit!
On the other side of the argument was the fact that Ricky so far had brought her nothing but pleasure. They had been sneaking into each other's rooms every chance they got for the past couple of weeks. They had found a lot of pleasure from touching each other and kissing and sucking and licking. Sue found it hard to concentrate on anything else in her life. She was consumed with the thought of what it would be like to feel Ricky's cock soaring up into her cunt!
She knew he must be getting impatient. So was she!
But she was still afraid!
There was no one to ask. How could she let anyone know she was thinking about screwing her own brother?!
Blanche and Ray had gone out for dinner and a show. Sue had skipped her dance class to be with Ricky.
She lay on her back on her bed, her knees spread butterfly-style. She was naked. Her gaping pink cunt-slit trembled under the assault of her brother's agile tongue. Ricky too was naked. His hard cock swayed stiffly from his loins. Sue looked at it with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. It sent chills up her spine to think about how much her brother wanted her. His moist tongue felt so good poking up inside her pussy. Maybe his cock would feel even better... maybe... if it didn't hurt her...
"Ooooohhh... Ricky-y-y... " Every time she had gotten excited from Ricky's tongue on her cunt, she had thought about his cock. What it would feel like splitting her cunt-walls wide. "Ricky... do it to meeee... " She feared she might never be able to make the decision. She almost wished he might take the decision out of her hands.
Ricky had lost track of how many times he had licked his sister's cunt, his cock swaying with urgent desire to plunge into her tight hole. He had held back because he did not want to make his sister mad at him. She was a virgin. She deserved special consideration.
But now, as he savored her hot juices, he began to think about the consideration he deserved. He had been good to her. He had given her orgasm after orgasm, with his tongue, his lips, his fingers. He could give her even better pleasure with his cock. He knew that. But how could she know it? She had never had a cock inside her cunt. She had to be taught about the thrills of cock and cunt together. If he waited for her to say okay, he might wait forever.
Ricky decided he was through with waiting.
With no warning of his intentions, he crawled up over the splayed body of his fifteen-year-old sister. He guided his cock-head to the opening of her well-lubricated cunt. Looking down at his sister, he saw the fright in her big eyes, but along with the fright there was excitement. He was sure of that.
"No, Ricky, no! You might hurt me! I'm scared!"
The boy tried to be soothing, though excitement made him an impatient counselor. "Don't be frightened, Sue! It's going to feel good! Believe me! Better than anything you ever dreamed of!"
He thrust forward, but he made no headway. He tried again, harder this time. His cock entered her tight clasping cunt.
"Aaaaaggghhh! Nooo! It hurts!" A sudden stab of pain made Sue tremble all over. Her worst fears were being realized! She wasn't big enough for his hard cock! She must make him stop! "Don't hurt me, Ricky! Stop, please! Stop!"
"Ssshhhh! It always hurts a little the first time! Relax, Sue, relax!" The boy continued to push his cock slowly up into her protesting pussy. He grunted when he felt his cock-head strike her cervix. His cock was in her cunt all the way to the hilt. He had just broken down the barriers of his younger sister's virginity.
Despite the blonde's whimpers of pain, Ricky felt a surge of pride.
Just as his older sister had liberated him from his own innocence, so he was doing the same for the baby of the family. Sue's cunt clung to his cock like a second skin. The boy had never experienced anything like it. He began to work his cock back and forth in her pussy, looking for more of the pleasure.
"Hhhnnhh... nooooo... " Sue was still pushing against her brother's muscled chest, trying to make him stop his ruthless plundering of her virgin cunt. Gradually, however, her protests became less energetic. She realized from the tense look on his face, from the lusty assault of his attack, that Ricky was not going to stop. She was trapped, hopelessly trapped, by his thick stretching cock! Her body would never be the same!
Sue was shocked that her beloved brother would do such a cruel thing to her. She had been somewhat relieved when she realized Ricky was finally going to screw her... but only because she had been absolutely sure that he would be gentle. It had never occurred to her for a moment that he would continue to pursue his own pleasure at the expense of her pain and humiliation!
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she immersed herself in self-pity. She tried to ignore the pain. Instead, she concentrated on the rhythm of Ricky's rutting cock. She was going to remember every instant of what he was doing to her. She would never forgive him!
The longer she focused her attention on the in and out rhythm of Ricky's hard cock, the more hypnotized the girl grew by his erotic pace. She didn't notice the moment when it stopped hurting her until it was long past. By the time she realized she was no longer in pain, she was well in the midst of pleasure. An intense, gut-wrenching pleasure that far surpassed even the incredible ecstasy she had experienced from her brother's agile talented tongue.
"Oh, Ricky!" she exclaimed. And then "Oh Ricky! Ooooohhhhh... "
The innocent surprise in her voice made her brother smile. Ricky opened his eyes and looked down at her. For an instant he felt so much older than Sue. He could have told her all along that she would never regret letting him shove his cock into her cunt. He had told her! But still she had feared his thick swollen cock-shaft.
Now that she realized he had been right all along, she looked like a little girl again, small and dependent and very appealing. She reached up and put her arms around him, pulling him to her instead of pushing him away. "I like it, Ricky! I like it!" She raised her lips to be kissed.
His tongue dove deep into her mouth, the way his cock drove deep into her pussy. It swirled around deep inside, dueling with her tongue. The greedy ardor of her kiss made his cock throb. At last he had to come up for air. "I like it, too, Sue! God, do I like it! Your pussy's so tight... It drives me wild!"
"Oh, Ricky!" She was overwhelmed with the primal pleasure of the moment. The sensation of having that hard cock massaging her cunt-walls deep inside was beyond description. The girl could not have specified just what it was that made it so good. She knew only that being screwed this way by her eager handsome brother made her feel totally abandoned, totally receptive to every nudge and stab of his swollen cock. She felt like her whole life was contained in this one pleasurable moment. It was as if she had been waiting all her life to be screwed. Ecstasy consumed her!
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Do it harder!"
Once she was sure that she was no longer being hurt, the teen-ager responded with total wanton fervor. She thrust her cunt upward, riding Ricky's cock at a reckless hungry pace. The boy braced himself securely on either side of his sister's shoulders and worked his ass-muscles tirelessly. He was remembering about the part of screwing that was hard work. But he didn't mind the work. It was the kind of work he could do all day every day and never complain. At the height of his strength and enthusiasm, Ricky could imagine nothing more wonderful than screwing his life away.
Though he had thought when he was with Sherry that no woman could ever feel as right, as exciting, he was discovering that Sue felt just as good, in her own virgin way. Her movements were less practiced than Sherry's. Her enthusiasm was more raw, more uncontrolled. She was like a duckling swimming for the first time. The skill was there, but it needed practice to round out the rough edges.
The most amazing part of screwing his younger sister was the way her cunt clung to his cock. Wet as her pussy was now that she was thoroughly excited, still he grimaced with ecstatic agony each time he shoved his cock into her. Her pussy-muscles grabbed him as if they would never let him go. His cock pulsed beneath the pressure of her hot wet walls. "Uuuuhhh, it's so good in there, Sue! Your pussy is fantastic!"
For the first time, Sue understood what it was to be a woman. She understood the glow of being truly needed. She understood the passion of being able to draw a man into her and hold him inside. Even though he stayed only an instant, each occupation of her cunt by his cock was an incredible experience. Suddenly she felt as if she were the experienced one and Ricky the child. She reveled in the joy of being able to open herself up to her young brother, to feel his hot cock safely secured in her cunt. His groans of excitement sent chills up her spine. For the first time, Sue felt totally fulfilled. "Oh, Ricky, I love having your cock up inside me! I don't know how I could ever have been afraid!"
She felt him starting to stroke into her harder and deeper. She gave up trying to understand the subtleties of the experience and set about coupling with him in earnest. She realized it was as if they were on a quest together. Both of them were striving for the ultimate goal of lovemaking. Both of them were as immersed in their own pleasure as they were in the pleasure of the other. It was an experience that was at once a sharing and a selfishness. Sue wanted to cum, to make herself feel good. And she wanted to feel the hot juices of her brother's cum filling her hot hungry cunt.
"Oh, Sis... shit Sis it's so good!"
The raw ecstasy in his voice thrilled the girl. And more than that was the fact that he called her sis. That had always been a pet name he reserved for Sherry. It pleased her that at last she too had earned the special consideration. For an instant, Sue wondered what Sherry would think if she knew what brother and sister were doing. The thought of ever earning Sherry's disapproval frightened her. She wanted so much for Sherry to love her.
But somehow she sensed that Sherry might understand. The redhead was a woman of the world. She would know that she and Ricky only wanted to give each other pleasure. They were not wicked! They only wanted to love each other!
The girl felt an added pressure inside her cunt. Ricky's cock was getting bigger. Her pussy spasmed with the friction of his turgid cock. "Oh, Ricky... Ricky, I'm cumming!"
She had not cum a moment too soon as far as Ricky was concerned. He had been afraid he wouldn't be able to wait for her! "Uh, Sis... " he grunted. "I'm cumming in you, Sis! Uh, God!"
He lay straddling the naked blonde, his sister, no longer a virgin. Her body felt good under his, sticky with sweat, heaving with excitement. On impulse, he reached down to her pussy and felt his cum-juices oozing out of her cunt, around his shrinking cock. His cock throbbed with new life. He wondered what his older sister would think if she could see them now. He wished Sherry were here, so he could screw her too!
Ricky felt like Superman tonight!
CHAPTER TEN
It had always pleased Ray that his two younger children were so close. Deprived of the presence of a mother during their growing-up years, the kids had naturally turned to each other for comfort and support. Ray had done everything he could to give them a sense of family, but he was away working much of the time. Their faithful housekeeper, Mrs. Mackenzie, had never quite managed to replace their need for a mother. Ricky and Sue both loved her, but it was different.
When he married Blanche, Ray hoped the kids would learn to love her as much as he did. He noticed they were friendly with her, always polite, but they seemed to be turning more and more inward on each other. Ray started to worry about it. After all, they had turned into pretty mature teen-agers. Ricky was a handsome, strong boy. Sue was a lovely young girl, with her round tits and ass and her long blonde hair. It was time they started seeing members of the opposite sex, other than each other.
Ray had been looking for an opportunity to have a talk with his kids. He wanted to wait until Blanche was not around. He didn't want Ricky and Sue to feel hindered from talking freely by the presence of their stepmother. On a Saturday morning he took Blanche shopping downtown. They ran into an old friend of his wife's. The two women had a lot to talk about. Ray decided to leave them alone to have lunch. He would return home and talk to his kids. The perfect opportunity!
He expected to find Ricky and Sue in the kitchen making lunch. They were not there, though the open doors told him at least one of them was at home. Feeling a chill of foreboding, Ray went silently up the stairs that he had built without a creak in them. As soon as he had reached the second level, he heard a moan coming from Sue's bedroom. Ray knew at once it was not a moan of pain... but a moan of pleasure, sexual pleasure. He hoped he would not find what he began to fear he might find.
Sue's door was not closed. Ray peeked carefully around the door frame. There they were before him: his worst fears realized!
Sue was kneeling on her bed facing away from the door. She still wore the skimpy top Ray had seen her wearing that morning... and nothing else! Ricky was kneeling up behind her. His strong young hands gripped his sister's ass-cheeks firmly. He thrust his swollen cock-shaft again and again up into Sue's upturned pink pussy. Each inroad of his hard cock drove a delighted moan from the girl's lips. She tossed her blonde head from side to side and lunged her ass back lustily at her brother's loins.
Though Ray's first impulse was to charge into the bedroom and tear his son off his daughter... to give Ricky the sound beating he had never had and now so richly deserved... something held him back. It was all too clear that Ricky was not victimizing Sue. She was enjoying their abandoned screwing as much as the boy was. In fact, Ray realized no man could resist her squirming wanton response to the thrusts of his hard cock. Ricky was only doing what came naturally. Except that the unnatural object of his lust was his own sister!
Ray's brain was in a turmoil. He had always congratulated himself on the job he had done in raising three such fine kids without a mother's help. He knew Ricky and Sue much better than he did Sherry. Compared to their older sister they seemed so level-headed, so mature. How had he failed them? What in their upbringing had ever given them the idea that it was okay for a brother and sister to screw?!
Frozen outside his daughter's bedroom door, Ray stared stupidly at the clenching of his son's taut young ass. He watched Ricky shove his cock into Sue's hot pussy time after time. He listened to the blonde's ecstatic groans and lewd encouragements.
If it had been anyone else, the big man would have been turned on by the youthful abandon of the two absorbed lovers. The girl was beautiful. Her ass was perfect as a newly ripened pear. Her round tits bobbled enticingly under her chest. He could see the profile of her pert nose, her pink sensuous mouth when she turned sideways to hurl encouragements at her brother. She was beautiful... but she was his own daughter! And she was screwing her own brother!
"Oh God, Ricky... I love it when you screw me like this! Your cock gets in me so deep! Uuuuhhh... oh, yeah... soooo good-d-d!"
Ray could see the boy's fingertips digging deeper welts in his sister's round ass. "Oh, yeah! Your pussy feels even tighter this way, Sue! Move it like that! Move your ass, Sis!"
The muscles in Ricky's legs stood out as he braced himself to shove his cock into the girl's cunt at a harder deeper pace. Ray watched him reach under her torso in search of her clitoris. There was no doubt of the moment when he found it.
Sue whinnied like a startled mare. "Oh, my clit feels so nice! Like it's going to cum all over, Ricky!"
Despite the perversion of the situation, Ray was growing excited. His cock was getting hard inside his pants. Without thinking of the particular depravity of the situation, he could immerse himself in the sensual energy of the rutting youngsters. For a moment, he even found himself imagining what it would be like to plunder that tight pink hole. He tried to drive the obscene thought from his mind, but it kept bouncing back for more attention.
The kids' erotic behavior was forcing Ray to examine his own long-held morality. Just what was the taboo that made it wrong for persons related to screw? Why shouldn't a brother screw a sister? Or a father a daughter, for that matter? It was so close, so tempting. Though he had noticed his daughter's blossoming beauty, Ray had never let himself dwell on it. He had instinctively denied the feelings that looking at Sue inspired in him. Or looking at Sherry, who looked so much like her mother, his first wife... but who was a beautiful woman in her own right and a much kinder, more gentle human being than her mother had been.
The longer he thought about what was going on, the more confused Ray became. Thinking about how he ought to guide his children out of the sinful path they had chosen gave him a headache. He had no idea how he would even tell them he knew what they had been doing. He shivered to think how long this must have been going on. It was clear from the way they responded to each other that Ricky and Sue were familiar lovers. They knew what the other wanted to hear. They gave themselves to the urgency of the moment without caution, without hesitation.
Until this moment, Ray had thought of Ricky and Sue as children. Now he realized he must see them as adults-young adults, but adults all the same. They knew enough about life to spend a quiet Saturday afternoon in the most pleasurable of pastimes. They had discovered that a good screw was the best thing man or woman could do.
Ray remembered the proper courtship he had had with Blanche, the woman he intended to marry! Though society might think it reasonable to have sex with an intended spouse, Ray had had certain rules he wanted to obey. He had certain ways of looking at the institution of marriage.
Now his own kids were making him re-examine his rules. Ray had always known it was okay to watch a prostitute or a loose woman getting off and to get excited by it. But he was finding it difficult to explain to himself the urgent erection that strained against his pants. The erection inspired by watching his fifteen-year-old daughter screw his sixteen-year-old son! Ray could feel beads of sweat standing out on his face!
"Uh, Sue... I could do this all day. Gripes! I guess we better get out of here though... before dad and Blanche get home! Ooooohh, wow! How do you squeeze your cunt like that?"
Sue giggled and thrust her ass back harder than ever. "It just comes naturally. I feel your cock up inside and I want to grab onto it and keep it in my pussy... mmmmm... you always get away though!"
The grunt of passion that followed Sue's words sent chills up and down her father's spine. Not knowing what to do next, Ray did the easy thing. He remained crouched outside the door watching the most thrilling, depraved spectacle he had ever seen. He had almost given up trying to fight the excitement that had seized him.
Though he knew what was going on between his kids must stop, Ray let himself fall prey to the moment's exhilaration. He would worry about it later. There was nothing he could do right now. He might scar his kids for life if he went in there hopping mad. His blonde-haired daughter had obviously developed a healthy appreciation of sex. What harm might he do her if he made her feel dirty and ashamed right in the midst of what to her now was only rousing exuberant fun.
He felt a pang of tenderness for the girl that turned to raw excitement as he watched her round ass speed up the pace at which it thrust back at Ricky's loins. Again and again he saw his son's hard cock ream his daughter's cunt. He knew they were cumming even before they said anything. The tension in their healthy young bodies was almost enough to create sparks!
"God, Ricky... I'm cummm-ing-g-g!"
Her buttocks were white where Ricky's fingertips impaled her. "Oh, yeah! Oh yeah! Me too... uuuhhh!"
Their father watched them writhing together, the two children he had spawned in the midst of the same kind of passion. They looked beautiful, he realized. Both long-limbed, muscle hard and tan. If only they hadn't been brother and sister, they would have made a beautiful couple!
Ray hurried out of the house and drove down to the local bar. He drank a double scotch before placing the long-distance call to Chicago.
"Sherry?"
"Dad! What a nice surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure... "
"Can you get out here for a couple of days, Sherry? It's important."
"Sure, Dad." The lightness in his daughter's voice had turned to dead-seriousness. "I can be there late tonight."
"Good. Leave word at my office when you'll be arriving. I'll book a room in a hotel for you. I don't want the others to know you're here. At least, not until we've talked. I need your advice, Sherry."
"Sure, dad. Take care of yourself. I'll see you tonight."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sherry had been pleased to hear from her dad. Though she realized he must be terribly worried about something to summon her all the way from Chicago, she was pleased that he had turned to her for help. His call only reconfirmed a decision the redhead had just made.
She was going to move back to her home town. She wanted to be part of a family again. The big city had been fun. She had made a success there. But there was no reason why she could not be a successful interior decorator on the West Coast. And with her family there to support her, she was sure she would be a happier person. When she returned from her ten days with Sue and Ricky, Sherry discovered at once that things were no longer the same between her and Rod. He had been sleeping with other women and he told Sherry he thought it was time they had more space to pursue their private lives.
Sherry had been hurt, but not as hurt, she knew, as she would have been before her visit home. Rod had been a very pleasant waking dream. But she too had outgrown the space they had shared. Her incestuous relationship with her young brother had fortified Sherry to resist the temptations and disappointments of her life in the East. She had been wanting something more out of life and Ricky had shown her what it was.
Family.
It was almost eleven when her plane landed, but Ray was there to meet her. He said he had told Blanche he had some last-minute plans to verify with his architect. It had happened before. Blanche would not worry, he said.
Sherry felt a surge of love for her dad. It pleased her that he cared enough to make sure his wife would not have to worry. He was such a kind man. Such a generous man.
Sherry realized on the drive to the hotel that, if Ray had not been her father, she would have been madly in love with him. She had had a tender crush on him ever since she was twelve years old. It had left an indelible impression on her to see the hurt in her dad's eyes when he realized his wife had left him. She had wanted so much then to do something to make him feel better. She had done all she could, but it had not been enough. She had not been enough of a woman then to help him. Ever since then, when Sherry looked at her handsome dad, she wanted to pull him to her and make up to him for the hurt.
Ray had room service bring up a bottle of scotch. He had two drinks before he worked his way around to the reason for his call. "I'm sorry to bring you all the way out here like this, Sherry."
"That's okay, dad. I'm planning to make the move permanently in a while, anyway." It pleased her to see her dad's eyes light up. It felt good to be wanted. The redhead could no longer understand the hunger of her younger self that had made her run off and leave behind the most important things in life. Love and security... and family.
"That's terrific, Sherry. It'll be good to have my favorite things in life. Love and security... and family.
"That's terrific, Sherry. It'll be good to have my favorite girl close again."
Sherry felt a lump in her throat. She covered herself by reaching for the scotch and pouring herself another drink. It had been a long time since she and her dad had had a private heart-to-heart. She was enjoying herself. It didn't even bother her so much anymore to admit she was feeling sentimental.
"Maybe you can help me straighten out your brother and sister, since you're going to be close by. I'm real worried about them, Sherry."
Sherry felt a twinge of foreboding. It had never occurred to her to worry that her dad might have found out about her and Ricky. "What's up, dad?"
He finished off his third scotch, hesitated a moment, then poured another. "I came home unexpectedly the other day. Blanche wasn't with me, thank the lord. I don't think Blanche could have handled what I saw."
The light began to dawn in Sherry's eyes. She thought she understood. Ricky was some kid... even more enterprising than she had given him credit for. She wondered who the lucky girl was.
"They were making love, Sherry. Ricky and Sue. Right in the middle of the day. In your sister's room. Stark naked, they were. And having a hell of a good time, I might add."
Sherry noticed her father's speech was getting thick. She noted the twinkle in his eye and realized his memory was exciting him. It was exciting her too. She had always enjoyed hearing about other people's love lives. "Dad, they were getting to that age, you know. Who were they with?"
Her father stared at her. His eyes told her what she had not understood before his voice did. "No one, Sherry. They were making love to each other. It would be bad enough if they'd been in there with another boy and girl, but I wouldn't have dragged you all the way from Chicago for that. This is incest, Sherry. What am I going to do about it? What are we going to do?" He took another drink. "Jeez, I'm glad you're here, Sherry. I could never have handled this alone. And I could never tell Blanche. She's a very proper lady. A real dynamo... " He blushed. "She observes all the rules, just the same."
"I... I don't know, dad... " Sherry had been standing by the window. She found the bed and sat down heavily. She was wracked with guilt. It had been one thing for Ricky to make love to her. Even though she was his own sister, she was a mature woman. She had made her own choice. But Sue was just a child. The experience of having her brother for a lover might affect the whole rest of her life! She might be ruined for normal relationships!
Sherry was very concerned about her beautiful young sister. She was also a little jealous. She had thought she and Ricky were sharing something exclusive, something forbidden, fleeting, beautiful. The boy had lost no time in replacing one sister with another!
Though she knew it was ridiculous at a time like this, Sherry began to worry that Ricky had liked making love to Sue better. After all Sue was twelve years younger than Sherry. It wouldn't have hurt her so if Ricky had chosen some other girl. But her own sister! Sherry felt betrayed by her young brother. The seduced had so quickly turned into the seducer!
Sherry realized her father was watching her, looking for her reaction. She tried to smile. "It'll be all right, dad. Don't worry. Would you like me to talk to them?"
"I'd like it if you would." He got up to refill her drink and sat down clumsily on the bed next to her. His face was very close as he continued. "You should have seen them, Sherry. He was up behind her, shoving his cock into her as fast as he could. She was shrieking like a little whore. Telling him to do it harder. Telling him how good it felt. My own daughter, acting like a whore. I hope I'm not shocking you, Sherry. But you're the only one I can talk to about it."
"I understand, dad." The nearness of her father made Sherry nervous. All the scotch she had been drinking was giving her the queerest feeling. She could look at her father and see Ricky. She had thought her brother so handsome and realized he looked like her father. Now she knew she thought Ricky handsome because he looked like her father.
The alcohol was confusing the woman. Crazy thoughts raced through her head. She thought she knew now why she had been so wild when she was nineteen. Why she had left home. She couldn't stand the strain any longer. She couldn't stand loving the man she couldn't have. Her own father!
Every other man she desired was quickly hers. But there was nothing she could do about her unnatural passion for her father.
Father and daughter's eyes met and there was a flash of understanding followed by a stronger flash. Desire. Desire long repressed. Hot. Relentless. Overwhelming.
Ray had always considered himself a moral man. He knew what was right and what was wrong. When you could fool around and when you couldn't. There had been no doubt in his mind that incest was wrong. And then he had watched his young son and daughter making love and he had wondered. Now he looked at his oldest child and realized it was Sherry who turned him on, who excited him... not because she looked like her mother, but because she was a beautiful vibrant woman.
He grabbed hold of her head. His hands clutched cruelly at her thick red hair. His tongue stabbed deep into her mouth and was answered just as quickly, just as hotly by his daughter's tongue. Their mouths ground greedily against one another. The force of her response flooded Ray's senses. He felt an overwhelming urge to possess her. To make the beautiful writhing woman who was his daughter his lover.
The scotch grappled with Ray's conscience while his hand reached up under her dress and grappled with her panties. His fingers forced their way into her crotchband. He grabbed himself a hot soft handful of pussy-flesh. She moaned into his mouth. Her cunt wriggled against his exploring hand. With hungry abandon, he ripped her panty crotch and reached for his fly. In an instant his cock was free of his pants. It was thick and throbbing, swollen with lust for his twenty-seven-year-old daughter.
Things were happening too quickly for Sherry to think about them. A moment before, she had been depressed by the knowledge that her young brother had become the lover of their young sister. She had felt suddenly that she was odd woman out, because she had been far away, because she was a generation older than her brother and sister.
Now, none of that seemed to matter. She no longer had to look at her brother and think how he reminded her of their father. She had her father's face hovering over her. His tongue delving deep into her mouth and dueling with her own. His hand working into her cunt, wriggling around deep inside her moist pussy-hole. "Uuuuuuhhh... oooohhh... God-d-d!" She felt his hard rubbery cock nudging against her thigh and she began to tremble all over. He had pulled his cock out of his pants! He was going to screw her!
For a moment, Sherry felt intensely frightened! She wanted to scream at him to stop. It was so much more intimidating to think about screwing her father than it had been to decide to screw her brother. Her love for Ray had been a well-kept secret for a long time. She had not even admitted it to herself. Now suddenly all the forbidden passion was welling out of her. Choking her. Scaring her.
What would it be like between them when it was finished?! When their passion was spent?! That was what she feared... that and the thrill of being screwed for the first time by the man who had had the greatest share of her love her whole life long. Sherry was suddenly face-to-face with her moment of truth!
There was no time for long decision-making. And though she could have screamed out no, she did not. Sherry had been a bold creature all her life. Though she was afraid of meeting headlong such a violent passion, she knew she could not live with the knowledge that she had passed up the opportunity.
Right now, Sherry did not want to be sane. She did not want to be reasonable. She wanted to feel her father's turgid cock soaring up into her heated cunt!
Pushing her skirt up well above her waist, Ray climbed on top of his mewling daughter and guided his cock-tip to the hair-lined slit of her pussy. He nudged at her cunt for a moment, teasing her, teasing himself. He asked himself briefly if this was really what he wanted to do. It was a foolish question. For a man like Ray to have gone this far in defying his lifelong code of morality, it had to be something he really wanted to do.
Strangely enough, watching his son and younger daughter making love had given Ray the courage to go ahead and grab for the lusty experience he had refused to let himself think about. He had come face-to-face with his attraction to Sherry. And he was ready to do something about it.
He shoved his hard cock deep into his daughter's clinging receptive cunt!
Her pussy was unbelievably warm and tight. "Ooohh Sherry! God, your cunt feels good, baby!"
Feeling Ray's swollen cock inside her hungry cunt had unleashed a demon in Sherry. With no consideration for whether the hotel room was well sound-proofed, she thrust her pussy up to meet his stroking cock-shaft and wailed out her pleasure. Time after time she felt his hard cock-tip collide with her cervix. She moaned and tried to wriggle her pussy even tighter up around his cock. The redhead had never felt so filled in her life... or so fulfilled.
Her father's big rutting cock gave Sherry a raw primal pleasure that was new to her. That made her body tremble and shudder with passion.
"God, I'm cummm-ing-g-g! It's so good, daddy! You're making me cummmmm!"
Ray could feel her pussy spasming around his buried cock-shaft. Her cunt grabbed at his cock convulsively while her orgasm ran its peak. He began to screw her again, in deeper slower strokes. After the thrill of the first impalement... after the excitement of making his daughter cum... Ray wanted to relish the experience, to slow down the tempo, to savor the joy like fine old whiskey.
Just hearing her call him daddy instead of the grown-up dad made his balls throb. He buried his face against her shoulder and worked his cock in and out of her cunt. He reached into the front of her dress and found her breast. The nipple was hard with her excitement. He rolled it around between his fingers. She moaned and thrust her tit into his hand as she thrust her cunt up onto his cock. Ray thought he had never savored a woman who suited so perfectly his every erotic fantasy. The lewd thought struck him that it was only right that Sherry should fit him unusually well. After all, he had made her! And after twenty-seven years, he was making her!
He wanted to laugh with the relief of at last reveling in the forbidden lust that he had so long tried to deny. The scotch still pumped through his veins, protecting him from guilt, shielding him from thoughts of Blanche and what he might be doing to his marriage. Ray had started to see some of his old girl friends, from time to time. That was okay in his code. He believed a man needed more variety than a woman. But taking his own daughter for lover was moving beyond the pale of the permissible, the acceptable. Ray could not even know if he would accept himself in the morning.
But right now he had Sherry's warm clinging cunt to make the world look rosy. Again he began to work his cock more quickly in and out of her pussy. It was hard to feel lazy and languorous. Sherry made his blood boil!
"Uuuuuhh, baby... you're beautiful, just beautiful! God, your pussy's tight, Sherry!"
"Daddy, I'm glad you like me! I've always wanted to please you, daddy! I've always felt so bad about what mommy did to you!"
"No, baby, no! Your mom was good to me! She gave me you!"
Sherry did not know if it was the alcohol or the erotic tension of the moment. She felt like a child again. She felt so small, so dependent on the big man thrusting his cock again and again into her stretched throbbing cunt. The redhead realized she was allowing herself to feel dependent on her father's masterful overwhelming passion. It was something she did not let herself do with other lovers. Or, when she did feel herself getting dependent, she got nervous, she shied away. The way she had been doing with Rod before the break came.
Her father was different. Her father was the one man in her life who commanded her total love, her total allegiance. Though Ray had always been very loving toward her, she had always feared losing his love. She had absorbed her mother's guilt. Her mother had refused to be remorseful about what she had done to Ray. Sherry felt the remorse for her. Sherry had been carrying the burden of that great childhood disappointment ever since!
But each stroke of her father's cock was freeing her of that anxiety. For the first time, Sherry could rejoice in the fact that her mother no longer stood like an invisible devil between herself and her father. The slate was clear. She and her dad had found a level where her mother no longer belonged. They were no longer just father and daughter. They were lovers... but special lovers, because they were father and daughter.
"Oh God, daddy! I'm cumming again! Aaaagghhhhh!"
It had been the last swelling of her father's cock that tickled her nerve-endings into another climax. Ray too was cumming! "God, baby! It feels good to cum in your hot pussy!" He felt his hot cum erupting into his daughter's convulsing cunt. He clung to her fiercely, riding out the crisis with her. Even when it was past, he continued to cling. "Oh, Sherry," he said softly at last, "what have we done?"
Sherry stroked her father's graying blond hair. She felt very content. She could not believe that they had done anything depraved. She felt so fulfilled. The long waiting was over. "Something beautiful, daddy. It was good. Let's not feel bad about it."
He kissed her softly on the lips. He struggled to his feet and tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants. His cock throbbed at the sight of the lewd string of cum that still clung to his daughter's thigh. He couldn't look her in the eye. Not now. "Will you still talk to the kids for me, Sherry? I'll tell them you're arriving tomorrow. I've got to get home. Blanche will be worrying."
"I'll talk to them, daddy. Look at me, daddy." Slowly his eyes met hers. "I love you," she said. "You're a good man." The throbbing in her sated cunt told her so.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ray took Blanche out for dinner so Sherry would have a chance to talk to the kids alone. Sherry found them in Ricky's bedroom playing records.
Sue reached for Sherry's hand and pulled her down onto the rug next to her. "I sure am glad you're going to move here, Sherry. It'll be so nice to have a sister to talk to, whenever I want."
Sherry stroked the fifteen year old's long blonde hair. A shiver ran through her. It was hard to imagine this soft innocent-looking creature writhing in the throes of passion. Hard... but not impossible. Her experience with her father the night before had mellowed Sherry's attitude toward the teen-agers' affair. She was no longer jealous. She was no longer worried about Sue. The redhead was convinced that a fulfilling sex life was the most important thing in life. She could see that Sue was happy. and remembering Ricky's hard tireless cock, she remembered why.
Ricky was busily looking through records, but Sherry was very aware of his attention. The boy's body language had been telling her ever since her arrival that he had not forgotten. His desire for her ran like a lightning link between them. It amazed her that no one else could see it.
"I'm looking forward to being in the neighborhood, too. During my visit last time, I realized that I had been missing out on a very important part of my life. I know now I want to be near my family."
Ricky's blue-green eyes stared levelly into hers. The boy looked very sure of himself. Sherry realized he had his own theory about the reason for her move. "We're all glad you're coming back, Sherry."
The redhead drew a deep breath. "And now... for the very heavy reason for my visit... " She knew she should be serious, but her eyes sparkled. She still glowed with the memory of what had happened last night between her and her father. She could still feel his hard cock sluicing in and out of her spasming cunt. "I know you guys have been doing it together."
Sue's eyes grew very wide. Her hand tightened around Sherry's hand. She didn't say a word.
Ricky still had not lost his cool. "Doing what, sis?"
Sherry was a little irked by his arrogant manner. "You know perfectly well what. You've been screwing and the other night, dad saw you doing it. He was very upset. He doesn't like to think that his kids have turned into weirdoes." She felt a little hypocritical, on behalf of her father. She wondered what the youngsters would think if they knew what had gone on between their big sister and their father. She smiled demurely at the look of shock on Ricky's face.
"Uh-oh. And he hasn't even let on. Cripes, I'm lucky he didn't kill me on the spot. I know how dad feels about... sex and stuff."
"Dad's a lot more understanding than you give him credit for, Ricky. He's just worried about you."
At last Sue found her voice. She still clutched Sherry's hand. "You're not... mad at us, are you, Sherry?"
Now Sherry knew for sure. Sue knew nothing about her affair with Ricky. The girl looked so anxious, she decided to be frank. She wanted to ease Sue's burden of guilt. "How could I be mad at you, darling? You know... I was doing it too, when I was here last time."
The blonde's jaw dropped. Her eyes darted from one face to another and around the room. She was trying to deal with a lot of shocking information in a little time. "You... and Ricky?"
Ricky knelt down on the other side of Sue and took her hand. His cock was throbbing in his jeans. He was excited by the tension of the moment... and by being alone with his two beautiful sisters, knowing he had screwed them both. That they had both moaned and sighed under the rigors of his hard penetrating cock.
Ricky did not want anyone to be mad at him. He had much nicer ideas of what could happen with this time alone. "It doesn't make ^it any less special with you, Sue... you know that? Sherry taught me how to do it. It was so good, I wanted to share it with you. I wanted you to feel good too."
Instead of the hurt her brother and sister were looking for, excitement shone in Sue's eyes. She tried to imagine what it would be like, to see Ricky shoving his cock into Sherry's pussy. She tried to imagine Sherry moaning with pleasure, the way she had the time Sue had watched her play with herself... only this time in response to a thick filling cock.
Without her realizing what she was doing, Sue began to stroke the hands that held her. Sherry and Ricky... her two favorite people... one on each side of her. "Don't worry Ricky... Sherry... I'm not mad or anything. In fact, I think it's neat. I love you both so much."
Sherry was not exactly sure how it happened. The girl's face was turned to hers. The excitement glowed in her eyes. Her sensuous pink mouth was parted. Sherry did what seemed the natural thing. She kissed her.
What started out as a pristine kiss turned into a hot searching passion encounter. The sisters exchanged tongues and probed the interiors of each other's shoulders. The hands slipped down to breasts. It was Sherry who reached inside Sue's halter first to caress the rounded globes of her fine young tits. She quivered when she felt Sue doing the same to her. She could feel the thrills darting from her hardening nipples straight down to her cunt. Her pussy was flaring with moisture.
Ricky felt his cock throb urgently as he watched his two beautiful sisters exploring each other with tongues and fingers. He could scarcely believe that his most cherished fantasy was right on the verge of coming true.
Kneeling next to the girls, he stroked their backs with rough sensual movements that betrayed his growing excitement. "It turns me on watching you," he told them in a voice that had grown hoarse. His hands slipped down to their buttocks. A swelling ripe ass-cheek in each hand, Ricky was in heaven. When he felt the girls wriggle back at him, he thought his cock would explode with the arousal that coursed through him. But his cock had more self-interest than that. It was holding out for the hot wet treats it hoped would be in store.
"Mmmm... " Sherry moaned into the greedy canyon of her sister's mouth. Though she had never before kissed another female, Sherry found herself responding instantly to the erotic potential of the lesbian caresses. Sue's mouth was so soft and pliable. Her hands on her breasts were so gentle, yet they excited such raw primitive emotions. Sherry found herself hungering to kiss the girl all over. She wanted to savor her youthful charms, to immerse herself in this new intriguing facet of incest-lesbian infatuation.
While she coaxed Sue to lie back on the carpet, Sherry worked at the girl's clothes. She opened her shirt while Ricky pulled down her shorts. Her trembling fingers ran haphazardly over the girl's nakedness. With Sue spread out before her, quivering and mewling, Sherry felt the new forbidden passion grab her and shake her. She lowered her head to Sue's tit and sucked hungrily on a swollen little nipple. In an instant, Ricky had taken the other tit. They sucked the girl to passionate hysteria. Sue's fingers clutched at both their red heads. Her cunt ground wantonly in the air. The girl had abandoned herself completely to her depravity. She was reveling in the joy of being made love to by her handsome brother, her beautiful sister. Perverted as it was, Sue had never dreamed of anything so ruthlessly exciting.
Ricky had dreamed of having both sisters with him like this, sighing and panting in the heat of passion. But he had never expected it to be anything more than a dream. Now with Sue writhing beneath him and Sherry sucking on her other nipple, the boy could feel his cock throbbing with an arousal more intense than any he had ever known. He wanted to sink his cock right then into something hot and wet. But he waited. He wanted to give the girls a chance to explore their lesbian crush. And he wanted the voyeur's thrill of watching them do it.
His older sister reached for the wriggling mound of Sue's cunt. She slid her finger down along the blonde's moistening slit and probed the yielding opening to her pussy. Her mouth still tugged hungrily on Sue's nipple, but her mind was with the bold explorations of her fingers.
"Uuuuhhh... God, you guys... it's so exciting!" Sue clutched feverishly at her brother's red-blond mane and her sister's more fiery, thicker tresses. She thrust her pussy up to meet the probe of Sherry's fingers. Though she realized what was happening would be considered by most people to be utterly perverted, she saw only the passion, the joy in what was happening. She loved Ricky and Sherry so much. Why shouldn't they enjoy each other?! Why shouldn't they give each other pleasure?! "I feel so good, you guys! Mmmmmm, Sherry... Ricky... "
Most thrilling of all for the teen-aged girl was the thought that her sister and herself were exploring new paths of sensuality. She had never had passionate longings for a girl before, or never let herself. But she had felt things sometimes, when she was alone with a favorite girl friend. An excitement. A longing.
It was only when she saw Sherry's beautiful face so close to hers a few moments before that she had identified that longing. She knew she wanted to touch her sister, to stroke her, to experience her womanhood... the way her brother had before her. "Aaaggghhhh!" She felt the finger soar deep into her pussy and knew it was her sister's finger. She quaked all over. With eager glee, she ground her pussy down onto the finger. Sherry obliged by fingerfucking her urgently.
But the finger did not seem enough to Sherry. She wanted to know more about that hot slit that clung so tenaciously to her embedded finger. Forsaking the upthrusting mound of Sue's tit, she crawled in between her young sister's legs. Bending forward, she inspected the pink hair-fringed slit. It gleamed lewdly at her. Her finger protruded lewdly from the grasping hole. "Mm, you have a beautiful pussy, darling!" She knew exactly what she wanted to do. She leaned forward and licked the juices from Sue's erect clitoris. One taste of the piquant flavor was not enough. Her tongue swirled round and round the erect bud, then slipped down to the seeping hole of Sue's pussy. Much more flavor there. Sue groaned with contentment. And with building arousal. She opened her thighs wider, giving her sister lots of room to explore her needing twat.
It was everything Ricky had been waiting for! He raised his head from Sue's breast and watched his older sister immersing her face in the open furrow of Sue's cunt. The sight of Sherry's red head laboring between Sue's thighs brought a jolting surge of excitement to his cock. He had no intention of waiting any longer for his cock's satisfaction. Not with Sherry's round ass waving in the air like that!
Kneeling up behind his older sister, he pulled down her shorts and panties and fingered the slit of her cunt. "God, you're wet, sis!" Her pussy felt as if he had already dumped his wad there. The thrill of eating her sister's cunt had aroused Sherry to wet heat.
The boy pulled his cock from his jeans and nudged the cock-head against Sherry's cunt-hole. Her slippery snatch sucked him up inside with quick abandon. "Cripes, it's good in there, Sherry! Uh, jeez!" Her cunt-walls molded themselves eagerly to his cock-shaft. The boy lost no time in establishing his in-and-out rhythm. Too much time buried in that greedy hideaway and she'd suck the cum right out of him!
"Uuuuhhh... mmmm... your cock feels soooo ni-i-ice!" The redhead could scarcely believe it was really happening. It was like some crazy wanton dream. But the taste of her sister's wet cunt... the feel of her brother's filling cock... were something no dream could weave to such thrilling perfection. Moaning into Sue's open cunt, she licked and tongue-stabbed the sensitive slit until Sue was writhing and wailing like a tortured animal. But one quick look at Sue's working face told Sherry the torture was sweet ecstasy! Ecstasy like Sherry herself was receiving from the relentless shaft of her brother's cock!
It was not only the touch of Sherry's mouth on her cunt that was exciting Sue so. It was the obscene sight of Ricky's face up above Sherry's ass. It was knowing her brother was screwing her sister while her sister ate her cunt! An incredible rousing chain of passion! Sue had never experienced such throbbing excitement. She had never felt so completely open to the flooding tides of pleasure! "Oh, Sherry-y-y! Eat my pussy! Make me feel good! Ricky?" She looked up at her brother. "Does it feel good, Ricky? Does it turn you on?"
One look at the naked lust in his young sister's face brought a new throb to the boy's cock. "Oh yeah... oh yeah, it sure does!" he managed to mutter. The effort of his screwing rhythm left him little strength for anything else, including speech. He watched Sherry's ass working wantonly in her fevered haste to get his cock into her as far and as hard as possible. His fingers dug into the smooth flesh of her buttocks and pulled her back against him. He grunted as he felt his cock-tip strike her cervix. He heard Sherry moan and then Sue moan after her. It was almost as if he was screwing both his sisters at once.
When he shoved his cock into Sherry's cunt, she passed the pleasure on to Sue with her mouth. It was the most intimate sharing brother and sisters could ever know. Forbidden, it might be. But raw rousing excitement it definitely was!
None of the three knew how long it went on. How long they toiled in the labors of ecstasy. The moaning and squirming grew more and more abandoned. Their blood ties seemed to help them sense when it was happening for the others and to tune in on their siblings' vibrations. Sue came first, then it worked up the chain to Sherry and Ricky.
"Ohhhhhhh... ooohh, Sherry! You're making me cum with your mouth! Oh, God, it's good!" The blonde ground her cunt down hard into her sister's face.
Though she kept her mouth glued to Sue's spasming snatch, Sherry was soaring into her own plane of ecstasy. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." The tantalizing flavors of her sister's juices fed the fires of explosive release.
For a sixteen-year-old boy, watching his two sisters cumming before him while he screwed one of them ruthlessly was a heady experience. His orgasm snuck up on him. As Sherry writhed convulsively on his cock, he shot her full of his hot teeming load. "God... I'm cumming, sis!" Sis was both of them. In the euphoria of pleasure, his two sisters had flowed into one in his mind. One beating cunt of unforgetful joy.
The chain collapsed and the three of them lay panting against one another for a long time, relishing each other's nakedness and the memories of the forbidden excitement they had just shared. It was Ricky who first pulled himself up to a sitting position. "God, that was good! I want to screw Sue now!" He held his hardening cock in his hand and looked down at Sherry. She was the oldest. He felt instinctively that he should get her permission.
"I think you'd better wait until later, Ricky. We don't want Ray surprising us, do we? He'd never trust me to give you guys a talking-to again!"
They laughed. Ricky rubbed her cunt-hair teasingly. "How much later? Eh? How much?"
"Ow! Don't!" Sherry tried to tickle her brother back but he was too fast for her. "Until we have a nice safe place. I want you guys to be really careful. When I get my own place here, then you'll have somewhere to come." Her eyes shone. "Somewhere safe."
"Said the spider to the fly," Sue added and joined the tickling party.
Ray took Sherry to the airport the following evening. They stopped off at a motel on the way.
Sherry was amazed at how well Ray seemed to have adjusted to their incestuous relationship. He was no longer shy or confused. He took her eagerly and screwed her until an hour before her boarding time. "That should hold you until you pack up and get back out here."
Sherry kissed her father's cock and got up to dress. "In a pig's eye, it will. I'll have to jack off three times a day thinking about you."
Ray grinned at his beautiful independent daughter. His affair with Sherry was doing a lot to loosen him up. He no longer felt he had to look at a woman who screwed outside marriage in a certain way. Sherry was doing it and she was his favorite daughter. She just loved to screw. Like he did. With Sherry, there was no guilt attached. And no roles to play.
"You're not worried about sinning anymore?" Sherry kidded him as she tied her father's tie.
"Hell, no. I've only got one life and I'm going to enjoy myself. Blanche isn't going to suffer either. I've got more energy than ever these days."
He didn't ask her about the kids until she was ready to board the plane. He wasn't as worried about them anymore. Incest no longer seemed such a dirty frightening word.
"They're okay, dad. I don't think you have to worry about them anymore. They were very sensible about it when I told them."
"Thanks, Sherry. I appreciate your coming out to talk to them. For more reasons than one."
"Mmmmm... me too. See you soon." In the crowded airport, they exchanged a chaste father-and-daughter kiss.
Ray watched his redheaded daughter walk out to the plane. Quite a woman! he thought as he watched her taut ass sway inside her clinging dress. He wondered what she had said to the kids when they were having their serious talk. He decided not to dwell on it.
Better to leave well enough alone. Ray had what he wanted out of life. Why shouldn't the rest of the family? Ray imagined he must have the closest knit family in America.
