There is a certain indefinable attraction about young, virginal girls, especially to older men. Perhaps it is not so much pedophilic interest as normal interest in any sexually awakening woman. "Woman" in the biological sense, yes, but by law yet a child. Such is our story, in which Bill, long-time neighbor and lover of Ivy suddenly finds himself unable to resist his inner urges toward Ivy's under-aged daughter, Mary. Unable to control himself, Bill relentlessly pursues this forbidden love-object, and no obstacle is too large to deter him in his tabooed delights!
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CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, my darling ... I love you so much ... Your prick feels so warm and good in my cunt ... I love you ... I love your dick. Oh, darling...." Ivy said softly into Bill's ear.
She clutched his ass, ramming him into her pubis as she dug her fingers into his firm, sweaty ass crack. Her heels pushed into his knee backs and she raised her squirming pelvis to meet his steady, relentless humpting. She adored the feel of his soft-skinned balls as they thwacked into her slippery, slimy slit.
His pounding, thumpting dong riveted her dripping, hot hole. Her whole body jerked and jolted with every mighty thrust of cock from the big man.
Her fingers left his ass crack and slithered up his muscular back to clutch his massive shoulders. She felt tiny scratches on her soft, warm breasts from his sparsely -haired chest as he rubbed up and down while his thumping prick fucked her crying tunnel.
"I love you! I love your dick! Oh, darling, you feel so good ... so warm...." she whispered running one hand up through his black, curly hair.
Bill grunted softly as he plunged his dingus in and out of her slobbering, juicy furnace. His hands held her shoulders firmly to hold her in position as he slammed his dick into her cunt. His face was snuggled against her hot, fevered neck.
She felt his hot breath sear into her ear. His breathing was heavy and labored. She brought her legs up and around his firm ass to cock her pelvis upward.
"You about ready to cum?" he said hotly into her ear.
"Oh, yes, yes, my darling...." she said kissing his thick neck.
She felt his humping action increase. His hips ground into her thighs and his sturdy prick jack-hammered madly into her clutching, grabbing cunt. Her pubic hair snarled with his and she felt his pelvis smack against her pelvic bone. His pulsating, blood-gorged stick rammed, jabbed and plunged deeply.
"My darling ... I love you ... I adore you ... Your cock is burning ... hot ... so good in my cunt...." she said and tossed her head upward toward heaven.
She gyrated her pelvis and swirled her slobbering vagina around and around to suck up his thrusting peter. Her ankles crossed behind his buns and her heels dug into his solid ass. Her inner thighs closed securely on his rapidly jabbing hips. Her seething, bubbling hole took every inch possible of his thwomping, digging shaft. Her hands went under his black -haired arm pits and clutched at his thick, muscular shoulders. She lifted her head to bury her face against his neck. Her gut contracted and she wracked and shook as she shot off her womanly juices. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably. Her clit went mad with delight. Her cunt mouth and vaginal muscles spasmed and contracted. She felt her wild, hot, fevered passionate cum shoot to meet his jet spray of hot, burning, torrid sperm. She clutched him tightly and held his sweaty, slick body against her own.
Bill's pelvis came to a stop as it was smashed into her snatch. He shook and quivered with every jolt of his shooting, thick cream. He held her tightly and his head bent to Test on her sweaty shoulder.
They slowly relaxed after a fantastically explosive orgasm. Their sweat slick bodies were seared together in mutual satisfaction and joy.
Bill started to pull his spent cock out of her flooded tube, but she held him tightly to her naked tits.
"Don't pull your prick out ... please ... let me feel it flex and go limp ... I love the feel of your hot, hot cum dribble out of my hole ... let me feel the touch of your soft, soft balls in my crack ... Give me just a minute more of your hot touch ... please, darling?" she said cooing in his ear.
The big man relaxed his massive body on hers and sucked in a big gush of air. He rested his weight on his elbows and heaved a sigh as he nuzzled her warm neck.
"I love you, Bill," she said with tears in her eyes.
He softly kissed her tears from her cheeks and then kissed her hot mouth to silence her words. His thick tongue still tasted of her cunt juice and his rugged, yet soft face smelled from being pushed into her vaginal slit ... before he had fucked her.
She put her steady hands on either side of his head with her fingers threaded through his salt-and-pepper sideburns. She looked through tear-filled eyes at his rugged, weather tanned face.
"You're absolutely beautiful," she said gazing into his clear, blue eyes.
She felt his spent whang go softer and softer inside her cum drenched tunnel. The hot mixture of their cum bathed her slit and dribbled down to her ass hole.
Her thighs still quivered and she was gloriously happy ... and sad at the same time. She had her lover tucked between her legs for the moment and she had to hang onto every sacred second of holding his hot body close to her.
She felt his rubbery dong slip from her slobbering tube and was filled with dismay.
"Let go, hon," he said softly as he pulled his big body up and away.
She felt barren and empty when he pulled his big body from her outstretched arms.
She watched him walk to her bathroom with his satisfied prick hanging over his beautiful balls.
He would leave now, just like he always did.
She would feel the uselessness of the whole situation. She wiped her tears from her face and pulled her naked body up to sit on the side of her queen-sized bed.
She sighed. She should have her head examined for participating in a love affair that was profitless and fruitless for her. She would never, ever have this luscious man for her own.
She had talked to herself time and time again about how stupid she was to-be in love with a married man ... to carry on an illicit love affair with the husband of her best friend ... her next door neighbor ... to snatch a moment here ... another there ... to run to meet him whenever he called ... to drive out into the darkness of night and sneak here and there just to have a few minutes with him.
At first, when he first started to chase her, she felt nothing but abhorring disgust for this man who was trying so desperately to be unfaithful to his wife. She was repulsed by his every advance. The very idea that she would be so disloyal to her best friend as to have an affair with her husband had nauseated her.
That was a long time ago ... three years to be exact.
Everything was different now. Ivy loved Bill with all her heart and would gladly stab her best friend in the back for just one more time with her husband. All Ivy knew was she had to have this man at whatever the cost for whatever amount of time he'd give her. She would run any risk, do anything for Bill.
And it wasn't that he had such a super prick, either. At first, she hadn't thought too much of his lovemaking. He had been a bad fuck.
The first night she had given into Bill, he had been terrible. She hadn't had an orgasm and had been really surprised that a man his size didn't have a dick the size of a horse's. He had been inept in his foreplay ... actually very limited. All he had wanted to do was sock a screw to her and say bye-bye. He didn't know what a clit was and the big hands that now turned her on at the slightest touch, had then only just been there. He had not done his bit on the touching, feeling, jabbing with his thick fingers. Even his kisses had been repulsive. A swift jab of the tongue and he was ready to climb on. He had not kissed her cunt or anything ... and that had surprised her since he had been quite a swinger in his youth ... or so Betty said.
All in all, that first time had been tragic!
And, after the totally dismal screw, the next day Ivy had to face his wife. Ivy knew the word GUILT was stamped on her forehead.
It was all different now. Ivy could ball and blow Bill and suck his cock and jump up and down on his prick and have his head in her cunt all night ... and feel no guilt or remorse the next day as she sipped coffee with Betty.
Somehow, she had completely seperated her feelings for Betty from her total, consuming love for Bill. Ivy would sit and listen to Betty do the hurt wife routine as she complained about Bill ... and sympathize with her. Ivy even would get a cold rag to put on Betty's forehead to ease her headache that that horrible Bill had caused.
And, all the time, Ivy's crotch itched with a lust and craving for Bill that was insatiable. She could not help it that she was helplessly and totally in love with her friend's husband.
So now he would leave. And, she would cry....
Bill came out of Ivy's bathroom swinging his naked cock between his thighs ... a jiggle with his every step. He plopped down on the bed beside Ivy and reached for his shorts that were in a pile with the rest of his clothes.
Ivy touched his bicep with her fingertips. She traced her fingers lovingly up his arm and down his thick chest to his pubic hair.
"Hey, I gotta go," he said tugging his shorts up to his knees and pulling his work pants that far, too.
"I love you," she said caressing his limp cock.
"No you don't," he said standing up abruptly and tucking his prick into his pants.
"You know I do," she said as she stood up in front of him.
"Ivy, I've told you not to," he said.
"Well, you can control what you tell me to do, but, you can not control how I feel about you!"
"I gotta go," he said and kissed her on the forehead. He started down the hall from her bedroom.
She grabbed his arm and pushed him up against the wall.
"One kiss?" she asked begging.
He started to move ... and he could have ... but he took her into his embrace and kissed her hotly, moistly, and pierced his tongue into her eager, hungry mouth.
She pressed her naked body against his rough, dirty work clothes. Her heart pounded as she clung to her lover. She thrilled at the touch of his big, strong, warm hands on her hips.
He pulled away from her clinging arms and walked heavily down the hall, through the living room and out the door.
She followed slowly watching her total life walk away. She went to her picture-window and peered out. She watched him emerge from the front of her mobile home, cross his patio, and disappear into his coach. He never looked back.
She slumped her naked body to her flowered couch as she still watched his front door.
How many times had she heard his front door open ... and waited hungrily for him to cove over? What about the times she listened for his work truck to drive past her coach and stop in front of his trailer and she had run to that same big window to catch a glimpse of Bill going in ... to his wife? Whenever the phone rang, Ivy hoped it was him.
She was totally consumed by her love for Bill. Her life, body and soul, craved his touch ... and then his beating love. Ivy would do anything in her power for this man. She had never felt such a gnawing, beating, continuous desire for any man before ... not even her husband.
She had had reservations about screwing with her husband. Certain things were right and certain things were wrong. With Bill, anything he wanted was just fine with her, and if he couldn't think of a new position, Ivy would jump in with both feet and help to think of something that would stimulate them both into ecstasy.
Her body consuming, passionate love for Bill rose above all reason. She would, and had, done some very foolish things just to get close to him ... just to feel his warm hand. She would risk anything for him ... except possibly the love and respect of her darling daughter.
There had been times when she was torn between lying to her sweet, precious daughter about where she was going and with whom, just to rendezvous in some dark place with her Bill. And then, other times, she had to tell Bill she couldn't meet him because her daughter had the flu.
Ivy never wanted her daughter to know what was going on between her and Bill. Ivy would never be able to stand the scrutinizing stare of her lovely daughter ... if she knew. Ivy would also never be able to live without Bill's wonderful, engulfing love.
No, she could not say Bill loved her. He had never said he did. He had started out by saying he wanted a little on the side. She had refused such honesty. She thought he was repulsive, back then. And since then, as she had gradually fallen in love with him, he had never said anything to her that would indicate they might have a future together. He had always told her not to love him, to just take the screwing ... and that was all there was to it. He had not led her on. She had cultivated all her emotions.
She was shaken from her thoughts by a car going past.
She knew by the sound of the motor that Betty had just driven in. She sucked in her breath. She and Bill were getting brave and gutsy. If they didn't watch it, sometime they were going to get caught in the act of fucking ... if not by his wife, by her lovely daughter.
Ivy would never want Betty to find out, either. Betty was her best friend. She would not hurt her for the world. If anything was ever to come of her relationship with Bill, it would be him that got the divorce and took care of all the gooey mess. Ivy would not force any issue. If Bill wanted her, and it appeared he didn't since they had gone on like this for four years, he would take the initiative. If not, well, she would settle for secluded spots and getting banged at his convenience.
It wasn't the sort of affair she wanted, but it was tolerable.
The front door opened next door and Betty came out carrying assorted packages.
Oh, shit," Ivy said tearing down the hall to her bedroom.
She quickly pulled on her jeans and shirt and brushed her rumpled hair.
There was a rap on the door just before it opened and Betty came in.
"Ivy?" she called.
"Right with you," she called from the bedroom.
Ivy's heart beat. It was still difficult at times to act so split. She gazed at herself in the mirror. Everything was alright! Bill never left hickies or any other incriminating evidence.
She walked down the hall to the living room and came face to face with her lover's wife.
"What'n the hell are you doin' back there?" Betty asked.
"Just cleaning Mary's closet and changing her bed," Ivy said plopping in the flowered chair.
"I had to show you what I bought," Betty said groping in the various bags. "I can't show him or he'd blow a fuse at the money I spent. You know how he is...."
Ivy nodded.
It was amazing how a slight, slender woman like Betty was able to carry so many packages. She put her new clothes out on the couch.
"Do you think red's too bright for me?" she asked.
Ivy shook her head. "Not at all, with your dark hair, you'll look neat in red."
Ivy felt a trickle of Bill's cum squeeze out of her vagina while she talked to his wife.
"I bought four outfits for me. I really need them, you know. I just haven't got anything to wear in this hot weather, and it'll get hotter."
"Then, I bought the kids some things," she said spreading pants suits out that were for her daughter and shirts for her son.
"You've been busy. What's the occasion?" Ivy asked.
"Nothing, really. I just never get into the mood for shopping and today I was in that mood. Oh, I got Him some new pants and shirts. That way, he can't bitch too much."
Ivy imagined how fantastic her lover would look in the burgundy Levi's and Western shirt. She also admired the blue ... he would look so handsome ... bring out the blue in his eyes. She felt sad that she never got to go any place with him in his good clothes. He always wore his work clothes and heavy boots. He said if he dressed up, Betty would wonder where he was going. In his work clothes, he always had an excuse. He was going to work on a car, or help somebody move or something ... but he had a rule ... never dress up to sneak out. It just wouldn't come off right. So Ivy settled for him in work clothes, which he didn't have on very long after they were together.
"Really nice," Ivy said and got up to go make coffee.
"Oh, he'll blow his stack! He gets really bitchy about the money I spend. I just figured if I bought him these, he couldn't say much. He'll never buy clothes for himself. He doesn't even know what size shirt he wears. Just goes to show you how dependent men can get. I have to do everything for him. God, he'd starve if I didn't fix his lunch. He'd go naked if I didn't buy his clothes. Men are so dumb ... and you know how stupid he is?"
Betty joined Ivy in the kitchen for the almost done coffee.
Ivy shook her head as she busily got cups out of the cupboard.
"He accused me last night of having an affair. Men always do that when they're messin' around. He says 'cause I don't fuck him, I gotta get it someplace else. Now you and I, Ivy, we know better than that. How long have you lived here alone? Several years. Just because he's having an affair, he thinks he'll cover it up by accusing me."
"Is he having an affair?" Ivy asked.
"Of course he is. He's had affairs ever since we got married. They've all been real dogs, too." Betty crossed her thin arms across her scanty breasts.
"How do you know?" Ivy asked sitting down at the table.
"Because, I used to follow him and catch him."
"What'd he say about that?" Ivy poured two cups of coffee.
"Oh, he was mad. He'd be hateful around the house for a while. But, then, he's always ugly at home. He's the kind of guy, you know, who's nice away from home and a real bastard at home."
"Then, why do you put up with it?" Ivy asked.
"Because he's made my life hell for so many years. Now, I'm gonna make his life hell! I'm gonna find out who he's screwin' and beat the shit outa her! Will you go with me some night and follow him?" she asked.
Ivy gulped her coffee and nearly choked. "Yeah."
"I want a witness that I've been wronged when I pound her to a pulp."
"You don't need grounds for a divorce in California."
"I'm not gonna divorce the son of a bitch! He's gonna support me and live in hell the rest of his life."
Ivy felt sorry for her dear friend. Life was too short to be miserable and make others the same. There was no use trying to talk to her headstrong friend. Ivy had learned that a long time ago.
"What's the use of following him if you're gonna live with him?"
"I wanna know who this one is. I'm gonna embarrass him in front of his kids. All my life I've taken his shit and shut up. I've never done anything that my kids could say was wrong. Now they're gonna know what a bastard their father is. I'm gonna prove it to them." She stirred her black coffee violently.
"Why make his kids hate him?" Ivy asked.
"He deserves it!"
"But, do they?"
"They're old enough now to understand," Betty said.
"Maybe they're old enough to know you don't even sleep in the same bedroom. Maybe they'll figure he's got reason to go lookin' for sex. Your son's twenty. He knows what it's all about. The whole thing might backfire," Ivy said.
"No, it won't. I know my kids. And my daughter is nineteen. Do you think she's gonna think what her father's done for years is right? She knows how dirty sex is ... I've told her. The only reason to mess around is to have kids. Well, I did that. That ought to be reason enough, now, for me to have my own room ... no more kids," Betty sipped her steaming coffee.
Ivy poured more coffee.
She and Bill were going to have to be more careful of their secret meetings.
"Will you go with me?" Betty asked.
"Yeah, I'll go. You've helped me a lot. I'll help you."
Ivy knew there was no chance of catching Bill screwing since she'd be following him with Betty. She would have to get a chance to talk to him about this.
"I'm gonna get that whore and nail her hide to the wall!" Betty said. Ivy flinched inside.
"If you don't wanna go with me, or for some reason, you can't, I'll get Wilber to follow his dad," Betty said firmly.
"Do you think that's wise?" Ivy asked.
"You know me, Ivy, I'll get revenge if it's the last thing I do. I can be knocked down and stomped on, but I'll tell them, if nothing else. And, Bill has been such a bastard for so long ... now, I'm gonna get him!"
I certainly hope not! Or my ass'll be hung. I wonder if she'd really pound me? I'm bigger than she is; maybe I'd win. Oh, she'd never suspect me ... her dearest friend? Ridiculous. I'll have to warn Bill, though.
Ivy sat and listened to Betty ramble on and on and on. Ivy was very uncomfortable. Her snatch was matted and sticky and pinched by the tight jeans. She shifted on her ass and her pubic hair stuck to the jeans. She knew she couldn't let Betty get a close enough position to her as to smell the spent cum.
"Well, I gotta go. I'm gonna fix his lordship something fine for supper. That'll make him less bitchy, too. Come over...." Betty said and she got up from the table and pushed her belongings into the crumpled bags.
"Yeah. You, too," Ivy said trying to walk to the living room in a way that her sticky snatch would be released from the grabbing pants ... without looking like she had a cob up her ass.
"And, thanks, Ivy. I knew you'd help me catch that slob, especially after your deal." Betty patted Ivy's arm warmly.
Ivy felt the first twinge of something she hadn't felt in years. Was it fear? Anxiety? Guilt?
She went down the hall to the bathroom and tugged her stinky jeans off and tossed them into the hamper. She grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed her sticky, smelly crotch.
One thing was for certain. She and Bill would have to knock off sneaking from his trailer to hers or the other way around. They would have to be more careful. Betty was out to get him, and Ivy had to warn him.
Another thing was for certain ... Ivy had no intention of stopping her affair with Bill. She loved him too much. They would just have to be careful.
Ivy didn't like to think of herself as the other woman. How could that be anyway? Betty did not sleep with her husband and Ivy had no intention of coming between them. She had made no demands on Bill. She would not, if she could, force a divorce. That would be their choice.
Ivy would never hurt anyone. But, she did not care to be hurt, either. And she would be if she gave up on Bill. She was sure she could not even survive without him. What Betty did not know, would not hurt her ... and she would never know. Ivy would see to that!
Ivy pulled on clean pants and went back to the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
She sat at her oval table in front of the window and gazed out. It was a beautiful day ... sun shining ... and around the corner came her lovely daughter, Mary.
Ivy thought her sweet Mary looked positively beautiful with the bright sunlight gleaming in her hair ... long and blonde.
Mary came down the row of trailers speaking to people all the way. She had a beautiful smile and such a warm personality.
Just as she came to Betty's and Bill's mobile home, Bill emerged from the other side and walked a few steps with Mary.
Ivy watched her young, pretty child smile up at the big man.
Bill and Mary chatted a minute, and Bill put his hand on the young girl's shoulder.
Ivy flinched with jealousy!
She realized that was silly. Bill had known Mary since she was a baby. He was just being friendly, that's all. He smiled at the slim girl and patted her shoulder.
Ivy could not hear what the two of them talked about, but they certainly looked happy out there in the sunlight. Ivy knew that Mary reminded Bill of her, so when she saw his pants tent out, she knew Bill was thinking of her, although he patted Mary's shoulder and back.
He was a wonderful man, her Bill. Not every man would take an interest in his mistress' daughter just so the daughter would have some male influence around.
He certainly wasn't sneaky. He knew his wife would appreciate the fact he was such a good neighbor when it came to kids.
Ivy noticed he did have one terrific side to his personality. He was so tender with her, he drove her wild. And now, he grinned at her fifteen-year-old daughter. He definitely was nice outside ... and as many times as Ivy had been to their house, he was always nice. Was her best friend misinterpeting the facts? Or had the marriage just gone sour?
Ivy warmed and glowed as Mary left Bill's side and he patted her good-bye. If, by some strange stroke of luck, she ever did get a chance to marry Bill, she knew Bill and Mary would get along fine.
He was certainly no stranger to her child. He'd known her for years. That made it nice. She would not be bringing a complete stronger into her home.
But, it was all impossible. Betty had said she never would divorce Bill.
Take today, Ivy! You've had a good fuck and blow job. You know Betty's plans so you can gear your actions accordingly. And your sweet daughter is home. It's a good day!
CHAPTER TWO
Ivy finished applying her lipstick in front of the bathroom mirror. She gave her short, dark hair last minute brushes.
"Mary?" she called.
"Yeah?" came the answer over the sound of the radio.
"Turn that damn music down so you can hear me!"
The music was turned off and Mary appeared at the bathroom door.
"You know I work late tonight. I think I'll have a drink after work with the girls," she said, lying.
"Okay."
"What are you gonna do all day?" Ivy asked, taking a leak.
Mary shrugged her slim shoulders.
"If you don't have anything else to do, after it cools off this afternoon will you please do the yard work? Maybe this afternoon you and Peggy can go to a show."
"I'll call you at work and let you know," Mary said.
"There's money in the sugar bowl. If you want, why don't you come up to the bank and have lunch with me?"
"Maybe, if it's not too hot to ride my ten-speed."
"I hate to leave you all day with nothing to do." Ivy worried a lot about her lovely daughter.
"I'll find something to do. Peggy'll come over. Don't worry."
"Leave me a note if you decide to do something tonight. I want to know where you are and with whom." Ivy stood up and tugged her bikini undies up over her round hips.
"We might go swimming," Mary said pulling her robe around her slender body.
"Alright, dear. Remember, I love you," Ivy said patting her daughter on the butt. "I've got to run. I'm gonna be late." She blew a kiss to her and scurried through the trailer and out the door.
Ivy hated to leave Mary alone as much as she did. Ivy had been alone a lot when she was a child, and the time can really drag. The one thing she had made her mind up to was that she was never going to leave her kids alone to fend for themselves. Circumstances had made it such that her plans were impossible. She had to work, and Mary had to be alone.
Ivy went to work in the hot sun and was happy to get inside the air-conditioned bank. She went to her desk in the new accounts department and settled in for the day. She knew the day was going to drag for her.
She was going to meet Bill after work. It had been several days since she had been with him and she . craved his touch. She felt much like a starry-eyed teen-ager herself. She loved Bill so much she felt giddy and silly inside. She looked at the clock. It was too early to start clock watching; she had just gotten to work.
Back home, Mary made her bed and had breakfast. She slipped into her bikini undies and topped them off with tight shorts and a sloppy T-shirt. Her slender body was lost in the long, striped shirt. She wore shirts with the stripes across her small chest so she would look more busty than she was. She didn't "stuff" like her friends did. Nothing looked more ridiculous than boobs that had wrinkles, creases, and juts in the wrong places, and that's what happened when the stuffed toilet paper got sweaty and lost it original placement.
Peggy came over and the two girls went into Mary's bedroom to listen to records.
Peggy thumbed through the big stack of albums as she sat on the white, ruffled bedspread.
"I can open the curtains a little now," Mary said.
Peggy looked at her for an explanation. "I keep them closed when he's home," Mary said nodding her head towards Bill's trailer. "Who's he?" Peggy asked. "That old guy next door."
"Why? Does he peek in?"
"No. I just don't like him. He's creepy," Mary said pulling the ruffled, tiered curtains apart. "I don't like to even look over there."
"What'd he do?"
"Nothing. He just touches me ... sometimes," Mary said tossing her long, blonde hair back over her shoulders.
"Touches you where?" Peggy asked losing interest in the records.
"Well, not where you're thinking!" Mary said indignantly.
"Then, where? Tell me," the chubby girl asked scooting closer to Mary so they could talk more confidentially.
"Oh, on the shoulder or back...."
"Big deal. My dad does that all the time," Peggy said crinkling up her freckled nose.
"This guy's not my dad! And he always grins at me."
"So?" She went back to sorting the albums into piles in the order she wanted to listen to them.
"Well, he's weird!" Mary said firmly.
"You'll never guess who I saw on the way over here ... "
"Who?"
"Scott. God, he's a fox!" Peggy said and sighed. "Was Brad with him?" Mary asked hopefully. "There was somebody in his car with him, but I didn't see who."
"God, Peggy!"
"Well, when I saw Scott, I almost hit a car. I couldn't fall off my bike in front of HIM! I'd die!"
"I saw Brad the other day over at the store, and he spoke to me!" Mary said in an excited tone.
"Really? He's on the varsity team this year!"
"I know. I know. I cut his picture out of my annual. He was a fox last year, too!"
"Why'd you cut up your annual? Your mom's gonna kill you."
"She don't know. Here, I keep his picture right beside my bed." Mary went to the white, antiqued table and lifted up the pink lamp.
"You taped Brad under your lamp?" Peggy said in disbelief. She bent her red head over to look on the under side of the lamp.
"Mom don't you want me sticking stuff up on walls with nails or tape. So I put Brad as close to my bed as possible. That way, every night before I go to sleep I can look at him."
"Yeah, and sometime you're gonna drop the lamp and there goes Brad and your lamp, and your mother's gonna punch your lights out."
The music blared, and the girls giggled about Brad and Scott and the varsity team.
"Where were they going?" Mary asked.
"They were headed down to the mall," Peggy said.
"Let's go down there," Mary said excitedly.
"Maybe they're hot even down there," Peggy said as she put the records on the white bed.
Both girls giggled as they ran through the trailer and out the door to their bikes.
At the mall they chained the bikes and walked nonchalantly into the shopping center, trying to get their breaths and appear casual at the same time.
"Do you see 'em?" Mary asked, looking up and down the enclosed shopping center.
"No. Let's walk down that way...." Peggy said, panting. She pulled her shirt down tightly over her round hips.
They walked the complete length of the mall, looking into every shop along the way.
"I'm thirsty. Let's get a coke and sit right in the middle, and then if they're in here, they'll have to go past us."
"Unless they go out through a store...."
"Did you see that guy?" Fox, fox, fox," Mary said, turning her head to watch a slim youth in ragged cut-offs saunter past them.
"You know who he is? He's Brenda's brother. She was in our typing class last year."
"Creepie Brenda? Where'd she get a brother like that?"
"I forgot to call my mom," Mary said. "For what?"
"To tell here where I am."
"You call her, and I'm gonna get a hot dog." Plump Peggy headed for the food and Mary headed for the phone.
When Mary came back from the phone, Peggy was eating her hot dog, chips and a malt.
"She said I should start lookin' for school clothes," Mary said.
Peggy's round, little face was full of food so she just nodded.
The rest of the afternoon was spent window shopping and drooling over all the foxes.
They got back to the mobile home park at six.
"He's home!" Mary said.
"I gotta go home," Peggy said.
"Walk with me past his house to get the lawn mower," Mary said.
"God, Mary, what do you think he's gonna do, attack you in the street?"
"I just don't like him ... "
"Come on, chicken," Peggy said pushing her bike.
Mary walked beside her past Bill's mobile home. She glanced over her shoulder as if expecting him to pounce on her.
"See, Stupid, he isn't even out. Oh, I can tell by the way he touches you ... on the shoulder, that he's another Jack the Ripper," Peggy said and laughed.
Mary glanced back as they walked up to the utility shop.
"You know what's the matter with you? You haven't had a dad around for so long that when a man acts friendly with you, you suspect him. Most old guys like your neighbor are just like dads. Dumbbell."
"Yeah, maybe so. Well, I'll see you later, huh?" Mary said, forking off to go get the lawn mower.
"Call you later," Peggy said.
Mary pushed the mower back down the street to her small yard. She left it and went to get the clippers for the frong. She stooped over to trim the tall stems of grass that poked up through the ice plant. There was so many tiny blades scattered through the greenery that she got down on all fours to trim rather than break her back.
Her golden hair feel over her shoulders on either side of her face. She kept pushing it back as she clipped off the thin spikes of grass. She balanced first on one hand and then none as she pushed her hair back. Sweat poured off the tip of her nose, and for the first time that day, she noticed how hot it was.
From the front of his trailer, Bill saw the young girl with her little, round firm ass bobbing with her movements of cutting.
He gazed longingly and hungrily at the deeply tanned thighs and tightly clad ass of the youngster. He looked on up her slim body to where her tits were covered by the baggy shirt. Her face was hidden by the golden fall of hair.
He licked his lips as his gaze went back to the young, virgin ass. Sweat poured off his face, but he wasn't even working. His hands felt the throbbing of his rock-hard dick. He shifted his hands in his pockets and felt the full length of his shaft and imagined how fantastic it would be to stick his old, used whang up her tight, fresh, young cunt ... in just the dog position she was in. He wanted to mount that young, sweet ass and shove his cock in her....
He tried to remember back to his youth ... Is that what he did with a young girl? Just mount her ass and shove his dick in? Or was it just since he had screwed Ivy that he felt he could do as he pleased?
No. Ivy's daughter was something special. She was young and sweet and innocent. She was a tender virgin and would be terrified if he behaved in such a manner.
Bill crept up behind the young girl ... hungrily eyeing her ass cheeks.' Playfully, he grabbed her on each side of the rib cage to tickle her. His fingers reached to where he felt the small, rounded sides of her young breasts.
She shrieked loudly.
He let go of her and grinned playfully. "Workin' hard?"
"Yes! You scared me!" She wheeled around and sat on her butt, looking up at her big neighbor.
"I didn't mean to. I came over to tell you I'm gonna mow my yard and I might just as well do yours, too."
"I'll do it myself," she said coolly.
"A pretty little girl like you shouldn't have to work so hard. It's hot out here and I've got the power mover. I'll do it for you."
"I'll do it. It gives me something to do while mom's at work," she said, taking the tail of her baggy shirt and wiping the sweat off her forehead.
Bill's eyes didn't miss seeing just a flash of bare middle as she did so.
"I'll give you somethin to do. You go in and fix us a glass of something cold while I go get the yard done. That's more what a young lady should do. I hate to have you get all hot and sweaty out here." He smiled and took the clippers from her hand.
She protested as he helped her to her feet. "Really, Mom'll be mad at me if I don't do the yard."
"I don't think Ivy'll say a word," he said. "Now, you go get us something to drink."
He playfully swatted her on the butt as he pushed her toward her door.
She scowled at her helpful neighbor as she rubbed her buns and walked belligerently to her door.
"Be a good, little girl," he said smirking.
She disappeared into the mobile home and he went home with his hands in his pockets rubbing his hurting, throbbing cock.
She mixed two tall glasses of iced tea to the tune of the power mower chugging away in her small yard. She carried the frothing glasses out onto the patio and set them down on the table. She collapsed into a lawn chair and hatefully watched the bare-chested man mow.
She wished he wouldn't take so long to mow the small lawn. She wanted him out of her yard. She frowned.
He cut the mower off and came dripping wet up to the shade of the patio.
"Looks good," he said and sat down in the chair nex to Mary.
She didn't answer.
"What'd you do today?" he asked, smiling warmly at the child.
What did he care what she did? "Went to the mall to look for school clothes," she said flatly.
"How old are you, now?"
"Fifteen."
"That puts you in about the tenth grade, huh?" He sipped his iced tea.
She nodded staring at the big-chested man with the dark nipples.
"I remember when my daughter was your age," he said. "You know, this's the best iced tea I ever had."
"Thank you."
"Yeah, that wasn't too many years ago, either. Liz was in the band and went to all the football games. You remember, don't you?"
"Yeah, but Liz's a lot older than me. I was just a kid then."
"I agree. You've grown into a lovely, young lady."
She squirmed uncomfortable as she became conscious of his gaze on her body.
"That bothers you, doesn't it?" he said grinning in a devilish manner. His pants were tented.
"What?" she asked.
"That I looked at your boobs...."
"No, not really," she lied. She squirmed nervously.
"You're gonna have to get used to it. All the boys at school are gonna really look you over and appreciate what they see. You're a very pretty girl." He slurped on his iced tea.
"I'll go ahead and trim the grass. Then we can get done faster."
"I'm in no hurry," he said. "Besides, I don't want you to do it. Let me trim for you."
"It's gonna be dark in a little while. I should've had the yard done. Mom'll be mad."
"I'll get it done for you. You just sit and talk to me and keep me company." He got up and walked to the front of the patio.
He adjusted his stiff whang in his pants as he walked. He picked up the clippers and squatted to trim.
"Come on! Talk to me," he said laughing. Reluctantly, she walked up to him. "Sit down," he said with a gleam in his blue eyes.
She sat on the corner of the patio ... well out of his reach. She tucked her shapely, tanned legs up under her.
He clipped rapidly.
She watched his muscles ripple and flex as he did her yard work. She supposed he was fairly nice-looking for a man his age. She figured he was a couple years older than her dad.
Bill worked fast with his hands, but watched the young girl from under his thick, black lashes. His crotch burned with desire for her young, tight cunt. He licked his lips as he eyed the front of her tight, short pants. He could almost taste her sweet, innocent, virginal clit. His cockhead throbbed.
"Your mother workin' late tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah. But she'll be home pretty soon," Mary lied.
She didn't want this big man to think she would be home alone for much longer. She kept listening for the car that would bring his wife home from shopping or wherever she was.
Bill smiled. He knew Ivy wouldn't be home soon. He was going to meet her and screw the shit out of her. Bill knew he had to work a long time to get Ivy. And she was a grown woman who knew about fucking. He imagined he would have to work longer to seduce her daughter. This kid had not been fucked and did not know what she was missing ... and therefore would be quite a challenge. Also she was so young. He knew she did not like him, especially which doubled the challege. He would get in her pants ... sooner or later. The very thought of balling a mother and her daughter sent shocks of delight through him and made his balls ache. He thought it would be a terrific idea to fuck them both at the same time ... screw Mary and have Ivy slithering naked all over his back and ass. Terrific idea. This would give him something to shoot for ... after he fucked this young thing. He didn't think Ivy would go for the idea of sharing her fucker ... but Bill did possess a lot of patience, and eventually he would get them both-at the same time!
He grinned as he clipped the strings of grass.
He rocked back on his haunches and rested his big, thick arms on his knees ... dangling the clippers from his huge paw.
"Look alright to you?" he asked surveying his work.
"Looks nice," she said.
It was dusk, and Mary was apprehensive.
Bill stood up and adjusted the crotch of his tented pants.
"Give me a kiss on the cheek for all the work I did for you." He grinned, and all the tiny laugh lines around his eyes deepened.
Mary sat there like a bump on a log.
"Just pretend I'm your dad and just did something nice for you," he said, smiling warmly.
That hurt! Tears stung Mary's brown eyes. Her dad hadn't done anything nice for her for years. He hadn't even come to see her for so long, she wasn't sure she would recognize him if he did.
Mary got up and went over to Bill and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks."
"See you later, doll," he said and spanked her playfully on the round butt.
He took his mower and left her standing on the patio.
She thought of what Peggy had said. It was true, she wasn't used to having a man around, and maybe he was just being like a father to her. She was completely confused. She resented having Bill touch her to even pat her, but she did like having the feeling of a sort of father. Bill was concerned about her and took care of her. He had left just at dusk so as not to upset her. He had apologized for scaring her with his tickling. He had appreciated her iced tea. Maybe this was what it would be like to have a father around. She didn't know.
She remembered that Bill had been very careful while cutting around her bushes so as not to damage them. She guessed he was a very thoughtful man. But she wasn't used to men!
She looked out over the back yard to the dark mountains in the distance. The tiny, red lights on the peaks blinked in the darkness. The stars dotted the night time sky. They glittered like small diamonds. The moon was coming up. The smells of the freshly cared for lawn filled her nostrils. It was a beautiful night.
She felt warm inside as she let down her guard and apprehension about the man next door. She missed the love only a father can give ... and he was the next best thing to it. She purred contentedly.
She heard the truck start up from next door. When it left, she felt very much alone. Her mother was at work, Betty had not come home yet and Bill left. She was all alone ... except for the creepy spinster that lived on the other side of her. Usually somebody was around to play music or make noises of some sort. That was one thing she liked about the mobile home. Somebody was always within earshot.
Suddenly, she felt very cold, and goose bumps stood out on her bare arms and legs. She wasn't secure any more. She got up and hurried inside the trailer. She locked the glass door and felt better in her familiar surroundings ... buttoned in behind the secured door.
She flipped on the television and hoped the noise would block out the pounding in her ears. She knew she shouldn't be afraid. But, being alone ... and it was dark outside ... and no noises that were familiar at all....
She looked at the clock in the kitchen. Eight-thirty. Her mother wouldn't be home for a while if she went to have a drink with her friends.
It was Friday night, and Mary had no reason to go to bed early. Television was pretty good tonight. She tried to focus her attention on the picture that blurred before her eyes.
If she had a father like Bill, her mother would not have to work. Her mother would not be out having a drink with friends. Her mother would be home with her ... and so would her new father. If it was Bill, Mary knew she would never have to be afraid of anything. She remembered the big muscles the man had. He would take care of her and her mother ... but that was impossible. Bill was married to Betty.
She wished her mother would get married ... to somebody!
She realized she hated her father much more than she knew! He was depriving her of her mother, himself, and feeling secure. The hatred for her father splotched out her fear of being alone. He was a terrible man!
CHAPTER THREE
Ivy dashed out of the bank into the darkness to meet her lover. She ran across the parking lot, nearly getting hit by a car. Breathlessly she climbed into the construction truck beside Bill.
She melted into the arms of her big, good-looking, illicit lover.
"Oh, darling, I've been counting the seconds...." she whispered between kisses.
His hand automatically went to her jutting breasts as he kissed her hotly. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her warmly. His tongue went to her ear.
"Oh, shit, let's get out of here," he said adjusting the crotch of his tented pants.
She settled in close to him with his arm over her shoulder pinching her boob. She tingled with delight when he slipped his hand inside her blouse and bra and felt her rigid nipple. Shocks of excitement trilled through her body.
He backed the yellow truck out of the space and headed toward the freeway.
Ivy radiated happiness. The stars were brighter than usual. The moon cast fantastic glows on everything. The headlights and tail lights of cars took on a twinkling splendor. She was in love and she had her man right beside her. She felt the warmth of his body as she pressed closer to him. His fingers on her rigid nipple thrilled her, and her crotch cried for satisfaction.
He drove for miles, and she didn't care where he was taking her. She would have gone to the north pole with him and never flinched for a minute.
She turned her head and kissed him on the neck and stuck her wet, hot tongue into his ear.
"Hey," he said warmly. "Can't you wait?"
"Not for long, baby. My cunt is dripping, now," she said softly into his ear.
He squeezed her tit and laughed.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"You and your hots," he said, grinning in the darkness.
"You don't like it?"
"I do! I do!" he said happily.
"I can tell," she said putting her hand to his hard dick.
"Take my cock out and play with it," he said happily.
"Do I have time ... before we get there?"
"If not, I'll make time for you, honey," he said.
Her deft fingers worked at his fly and felt inside for his rigid, pounding peter. She flipped his hot, stiff prick outside his pants.
"Oh, beautiful ... beautiful ... beautiful...." she said.
She bent her head to his crotch, careful not to disturb his hand as it massage her breast.
Her steaming hot tongue circled his standing cockhead. She pushed her spit out of her mouth and coated the tall, beating dickhead. Her mouth closed over the tip of his hard organ and slipped down ... down ... down ... taking each luscious inch. She sucked softly at first, running her hot tongue up and down his wonderful stem.
She felt his pelvis jump and punch as best it could while he kept the company truck on the freeway. She reached around her body and undid the small hook on her bra. She felt wondrously free when her full tits escaped their bondage and his fingers were free to squeeze, pinch, and massage her boobs.
"Oh, baby, I love you!" she said slobbering her spit on his smooth, silky, hard whang.
He playfully tugged at her stiff little nipple.
He drove the truck up the off ramp and into a city's lights. Now, she saw his precious penis that always pleased her so much. She tugged the length of his blood-gorged peter and looked tenderly at his lovely whang every backward stroke of her mouth. She fairly burst with delight as he squirmed his satisfaction with her mouth action.
She dug the tip of her tongue into his tiny, teardrop opening and tasted the first lubricating liquids emerge from his super hard prick.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned contentedly and tugged on his dick with her lips. Her teeth nibbled and nipped his tender cockhead. Her hot, saliva trickled down over his throbbing pecker. She sunk her torrid, moist mouth down ... down ... down on his cock and was rewarded by a jet stream of hot, thick, shooting sperm. She swallowed rapidly all of his spurting cum.
She felt his final thrust upward of his pelvis as she took all of his fine, tasty juice. She lapped and licked his spent prick to get every last delicious drop of her lover's sperm.
He sucked in his breath as his guts contracted. His big hands squeezed her tit. His finger flicked back and forth over her stiff nipple.
She buried her hot, fevered face, lovingly into his sticky, cum drenched, pubic hair. She nuzzled his weak organ and tried to get some of the spilled, love liquid from his pubic hair.
"We're here," he said squeezing her breast.
She sat up and looked at his rubbery dong that glistened and shimmered from the reflected lights through the truck window. Lovingly, she tucked his precious organ back inside his pants. She would let him button up for fear she might get his soft dong pinched or his matted pubic hair pulled. She would not do anything to hamper the action of his delightful organ.
She was uptight and unsatisfied, but she sat up in the truck as it pulled to a stop in front of an out-of-the-way, dimly lighted motel.
As was her usual policy, she got out of the truck and took a bill from Bill. She walked to the office and registered in her name. When it came to the license plate number, she put hers down. She wondered about that. Usually they took her car, but tonight, for some reason, they took the truck. She hoped the man behind the desk with the thick glasses wouldn't check the plates.
She was used to the lying and precautions necessary when she was with Bill. They should have taken her car. The way the old man stumbled around the desk and continued to place his glasses ... up and down on his nose ... she felt fairly sure he couldn't read a plate anyway.
She picked up the key and fled out to the truck.
Bill drove the truck back in the motel and squinted to see the number seven painted on the wooden door of the rickety motel.
Ivy was ecstatic! Just seconds more and she would have her beautiful man naked on the bed and she could and would do anything she wanted with him ... and he with her. Her cuntal crack dripped. Her mad, little clit fluttered with passionate desire.
"What time do you have to be home?" she asked, jumping from the high truck.
"Don't worry about it. Have you got everything?" he asked.
She nodded. She knew by now she had to remove her earrings, hair pins and anything else that might fall off in the truck. She knew Bill didn't want anybody to find anything that would indicate there had been a woman in his truck. Usually, she was careful not to wear perfume when she was with him ... unless they came to a motel where he took a shower afterwards. A lot of times their meetings weren't at a place where he could wash up after screwing her and remove the smell of her ... so she had to watch it for telltale odors.
It was especially dangerous to fuck him in his own home. She always worried she might lose the cross she had around her neck. Or that they might be surprised by his wife or kids and she'd run out the back door and forget her bra or something. Even if someone found a bobby pin in his bed ... that could cause questions.
Since they were at the motel tonight, a lot of the precautions could be forgotten.
He unlocked the wooden door and flicked on the light switch. Nothing happened.
"Shit!" he said as he stumbled into the dark room to search for the light. "I don't know why these people can't fix the lights so they'll turn on at the door."
The bright light came on and Ivy stepped inside and closed the door. She made sure the safety lock was secured.
"God, this's real class," Bill said.
"Oh, well, I'm with you," she said walking across the thin carpeting to the double bed.
"Well, we can't always get a nifty room, I guess," he said smiling warmly at her. "I'm sorry."
"It isn't the room that matters. It's the fact I'm with you. I've missed you," she said, melting into his arms.
"I'm glad," he said, taking her blouse off.
"I love you so much. Where does Betty think you are tonight?"
"Out," he said removing her hanging, unhooked bra. His mouth opened and then closed hotly on first one jutting dome and then the other.
Her knees felt weak and rubbery. Her thighs shook in anticipation. Her arms went around his strong shoulders and she quivered with happiness as he tongued his way down her soft, smooth belly. She thought she would collapse from dizziness and weakness if she did not get on the bed soon, but she would not interrupt Bill as he removed her skirt and panties.
He was on his knees in front of her ... nibbling, nipping, tonguing his way to her dark, curly snatch. His big, strong hands held her ass cheeks securely as he nuzzled into her pubic nest.
She felt his hot breath and wet tongue dig into her front crack and her fluttering clit danced with joy.
She leaned toward the bed for fear she would fall in her ecstatic condition. Her pelvis was held tightly by Bill's huge paws.
She put her hands to her labial lips and spread them far apart pulling her vibrating clit forward to his poking tongue. She thought she would faint away from absolute happiness when she felt his hot, wet mouth close around her fluttering love bud and suck it into his slobbering mouth.
She shook happily as his thick tongue pressed softly on her clit. Her head reeled when he nipped and tugged her rigid clit. Her cunt was wet and marshy. Her slit dripped with her womanly juices. Her buns twitched with an uncontrollable flinching. She rotated her pelvis in front of him ... slowly ... longingly.
Her fingers slipped on her soft, velvety, lips and she hurriedly spread them again. The feel of her lover's tongue on her clit, and digging toward her vaginal mouth thrilled her so much she felt as if she was spiraling into heaven.
Her body shook and she grabbed for Bill's head to steady herself.
"I've got to lie down ... I'm so shaky I can't stand up any more ... please...." she said in a soft, breathless voice.
He sat her on the edge of the bed, and she fell back ... her head spinning.
She pulled her bare thighs up and rested her heels on the side of the bed while Bill, still on his knees, moved in between her quivering thighs. His hot breath seared up her widespread legs and he plunged his tongue in. His arms encircled her shaking legs, and his hands pulled her labia apart. His hot, thick tongue licked the length of her slit and rested at her throbbing clit. His tongue flicked and tweaked her violently quivering love bud and two of his thick fingers plunged into her vaginal cavity. His fingers wiggled and plunged into her wildly spasming cuntal tunnel. His torridly hot mouth sucked her clit.
It was more than she could stand! She shoved her pelvis up and shot off her load. She shook and spasmed. She felt his fingers jerk out of her tube and his hot mouth replace them. She felt his darting tongue in her drenched, spasming cunt, and them he was lapping the escaping juices. His tongue was everywhere ... darting, dashing ... plunging."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed. Her hands clutched his dark, curly hair and pushed his face into her dripping, drooling slit.
When she was totally done exploding her cum into his mouth, she relaxed her pelvis and wilted on the bed. She felt him crawl up on her and the roughness of his work clothes felt so good to her naked boobs. She kissed him warmly, tasting her own cunt on his hot, burning lips and tongue.
They lay together on the bed, gasping for breath "My darling...." she said softly. Bill said nothing.
She was used to his quietness. At first she did not quite know how to take him. He never talked about his wife, and he never screamed or shouted or clamped onto her when he had an orgasm. He was a very quiet lover. Maybe that came from years of having kids in the next bedroom; she didn't know. He would just lie on her, with his penis shooting his explosive cum into her tube and just let it happen ... gushing a steady stream of hot, burning fluid up her tube. He didn't dig his big hands into her flesh or bite her viciously. He was tender, hot and quiet.
Whenever she mentioned Betty, Bill never answered. He also never said a word when she lavished her words of love upon him.
He did laugh and talk and kid around in a devilish manner ... but, never said anything serious.
She loved his deep laugh lines and knew he must have gone through most of his forty-four years laughing at life. His work in construction had further weather-beaten his tough, tanned face so he looked rugged and good.
She looked at the deeply tanned face housing his dancing blue eyes. She felt fevered with love and desire for this handsome man.
He gazed back at her soft, pretty face and wondered if her daughter would be as good a fuck ... when he got her. The virgin-Mary daughter would probably be a better screw because she'd be tighter than her mother. Ivy wasn't a bad fuck by any means ... but, oh how he craved sticking his prick in that young, cherry-delicious cunt of Mary's.
He nuzzled his face against Ivy's full, round tits and smothered them with lovely, delicious kisses. His mind was on the smaller, higher-jutting domes of her daughter.
Ivy closed her eyes in happiness as Bill nipped on her pink rosebud nipples.
"We gotta be careful," Ivy said dreamily.
"Of what?" he asked, nuzzling her breasts.
"Betty wants me to help her find out who you're having an affair with. She wants me to go with her and follow you...."
"Hmmmmph."
"Aren't you the least bit upset about her thinking you're having an affair?"
"No. I told her and I've told you, I've stepped out on her for as long as we've been married. She knows it. She's caught me a few times, too."
"Well, I don't want her to catch me!"
"Don't worry about it," he said and nipped her nipple playfully.
"And she's gonna have your son follow you," Ivy said.
"Good! He might learn to have some fun. But I don't think he needs any lessons from papa," Bill said, and he laughed.
"Don't you ever worry?"
"I gave that up a long time ago," he said, crinkling up his tanned nose. He winked at her.
"Well, I worry," Ivy said. "She's my best friend."
"She's not gonna find out," he said and nibbled down her belly.
"Here I get all upset and worried, and you just shrug it all off!"
"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked, blowing into her snatch.
She didn't know.
"You want us not to meet any more?" he asked, teasing her with his tonguetip in the top of her slit. His blue eyes looked over her black, matted nest and she knew he had a grin on his face.
"Damn you!" she said and spread her legs.
He laughed.
She tingled with delight when she knew he was looking at her cunt hole and fluttering clit. Somehow, with the lights on and her lover examining her soft flesh, she nearly freaked out.
Bill agilely slipped out of his heavy work clothes as he smelled and sniffed around her hole.
She touched his masculine shoulders and thrilled at the warmth he radiated. Actually, she thrilled at everything about her Bill.
He spread her puffy labial lips and gazed at her fluttering love bud and wondered what her daughter would do if she was spread eagled under his touch? His eyes looked at Ivy's spasming cunt mouth. He bent to kiss her crying vaginal opening and imagined he had his face in Mary's crotch. He shook with excitement!
He sat on his knees between Ivy's thighs and poked his stiff cockhead to her throbbing clit. How fantastic if he could get little Mary to react as well to his touch as her mother did.
Ivy raised her hips and begged for his dick. She whirlpooled her pelvis and winked her vaginal tube to clutch his hard dong.
With one hand, Bill spread her hole wider and with his other, he snubbed his beating, throbbing prick to her hole. He watched his every movement and Ivy watched, too.
Her heart pounded and she moved her pelvis to take his super hard dick.
Bill poked his prick into her clutching hole and took it out ... examining his cock and her spasming tube. In he shoved again and out.
He was having a great time watching her vagina clutch and grab for his dick. He watched her clit flutter with desire. His eyes took in the view of his stiff cock as it snubbed to her hole and slowly disappeared into her cunt....
"FUCK ME! QUIT YOUR PLAYIN' AROUND! SHOVE THAT COCK OF YOURS INTO MY HOLE!" she said, crying with hungry passion.
Bill looked at the naked woman beneath him ... slumped Over her slick, sweaty body and slammed his cock into her juicy, boiling tube.
She felt completely possessed and subservient to this man. He made her feel so much like a woman when he hovered over her and heaved a fuck into her womanly body.
Bill grunted and heaved his thick whang in and out of her wet, slippery hole. His big body rested on his elbows and his head was over her tickling tits so he sucked and tugged her nipple with every, mighty, smashing thud of his dick.
She clutched at his naked body as he rolled back on his knees, pulling her to an upright position on his stiff stick. He rolled onto his back and she sat on his jutting, rigid staff. She bounced joyfully up and down on his thick rod. Her asscrack came down on his tight nuts and she wallowed in the fantastic feel of hot nuts in her asscrack.
His hands were on her hips ... slamming her down hard on his pelting shaft.
She saw him watch her bouncing, bobbing tits and she craved his mouth.
She exploded wildly and shot her hot cream over his beating cockhead. She screamed in frenzied delight! She jerked and slithered around on his naked body.
Bill jammed her hole full of thick cock and shot off ... quietly. He held her tightly and securely on his pole as it gushed and gushed and gushed his hot, boiling, thick cum.
She loved how she could cum, nearly at his every touch. And he always shot off. He reacted beautifully to her every touch. They had a good thing going. Too bad he had a wife!
She stayed on his withering prick until it died completely.
She slid off his sweaty body and laid beside him, enjoying the feeling of warm, sticky cum dripping out of her hole.
Bill closed his thick lashed eyes and a wicked, little smile crossed his face.
"I'll bet you were a devilish little boy," she said.
He nodded, still smiling.
"You're the kind of kid that loved doing things behind the teacher's back and then acting innocent when she looked at you."
He nodded, smiling. His big hands were clasped on his sparsely -haired chest.
"Just like you get your thrills by slipping around and hoping Betty doesn't catch you...."
He nodded, smiling.
"You're a damned devil, do you know that?" He nodded, smiling.
Ivy bent over the naked man and kissed him so warmly. "I love you!"
He opened his beautiful blue eyes, and the smile left his face. "Don't"
"I don't expect you to leave your wife. I've never asked anything of you. I don't even ask you to love me. But I do love you! And to think I fought getting involved with you. Do you remember how long it took for me to fuck you?"
He grinned wickedly. "I told you long before that you ought to let me get in your pants."
"I really never thought I'd let you."
"Look what you'd have missed," he said.
"I'm glad I didn't miss it," she said softly. She kissed his cheek.
"I know I'm not as big as a lot of guys...."
"You're just fine! You don't hear me complaining!"
"Except for more," he said and grinned and reached for her.
"I love everything you do ... every action ... every touch ... every thing! you couldn't be any better a fucker if you were built any other way...."
"Shit! Don't tell me you wouldn't like a stud bigger than me!"
"I wouldn't trade you for anybody with anything else. Your cock is beautiful, wonderful, absolutely divine! I've never cum so much in my life as since you started fuckin' me!"
"God, maybe I ought to start spreadin' it around," he said, laughing. "Don't you dare!"
She knew he did not belong to her. She had no right to tell him anything. She knew he did not sleep with his wife, Betty. Love did something to Ivy. She just knew he had to be desirable to every woman on the face of the earth. She could not understand Why Betty was so cold to him. Ivy knew deep in her heart, Bill could not be true to her ... or anybody else. Ivy loved him so much and she imagined everybody else loved him, too. Her love had him promoted to the tallest pedestal in the world. She had to love him with open arms. She knew he was a free soul and wouldn't be held by her, his wife, or anybody else.
She didn't care. She'd take him anyway she could get him.
Most of her imaginings were false! Her love had blinded her about the big man with the not too big cock. Ivy would argue that, too. It's what you do with what you've got that counts! And, God!-did he do it good!
"We better go," Bill said.
"I don't wanna go," she protested.
"What about Mary?" he asked.
"Yeah. I suppose you're right," she said.
Bill tugged on his work clothes and heavy boots.
Ivy got dressed reluctantly. She knew she was in for more dry days without her lover, and it nearly cracked her up.
On the way back to town, Ivy sat close to her lover. She would not feel his warm body again for a while. How she longed to sleep with this man all night and not have to get up in the middle of the night to go home. She did not ever want to flinch about her guilt again. She wanted to walk into places with him like his wife did. She would be so proud to sport him around in public places. Her overwhelming love tore at her heart. These things would never be possible. He had no intention of ever divorcing his thin, whining wife. What held them together, Ivy would never know.
"You goin' right home?" he asked.
"Do you want to?" she asked.
"This time I'll stop off for a drink and you go home."
Another precaution. Never drive into the mobile home park at the same time. Betty might become suspicious ... so they alternated who drove home first, while the other stopped at some local bar for a drink.
So far their deceptive lives had been a success.
The two of them were quite good at sneaking around, but Ivy was getting sick of it. She wanted Bill for her own. She couldn't bring herself to making an obvious slip so Betty would know. She had thought about it, but never had the guts to go so far as to leave a trace of evidence for her to find.
No, it had to be Bill's choice. It seemed as though he was content with the affair as it was going. But Ivy could picture the day when her lovely daughter would be married and gone and she'd be alone ... still sneaking around with Bill.
She had thought about canning Bill and going with someone that was single. At least she would have a chance for a future. She couldn't bring herself to that, either.
She was in hopeless trap. Her unrealistic love for Bill was her downfall. She would probably go to her grave still loving a man she could never have. How futile! How absolutely futile!
CHAPTER FOUR
Ivy noticed the crispness of Autumn had set in. It seemed to her that the minute school started, the weather changed. She remembered when she first came to California that the seasons all seemed to run together. Back in the Middle West, she knew when the seasons changed because the falling leaves or snow covered ground told her so. Now, since she had lived on the coast for some time, she knew the seasons, well. Oh, the changes weren't as drastic as back East, but they were there.
As she drove to work, resentment filled her. She hated to work on Saturday morning. It fouled up her weekend. This would have been a beautiful day to take her daughter to the mountains.
Ivy and Mary had a thing about going to the mountains every fall. They made a day of it. It was their time to drive through the mountains on windy roads and glory in the color changes of the trees. They drank cold, tart apple juice at a roadside stand and nosed around the gift shop. They always bought Indian corn and pumpkins even though they were cheaper at the super markets back in town. The crab apples always tasted better up in the mountains than they did back in town. They took their rifles and snot at tin cans off some deserted road. They wouldn't dream of ever going hunting and killing an animal ... not even the tiniest rabbit. But, they did enjoy target shooting.
Ivy didn't want to go to work this morning, but she had to. There would be other Saturdays to go to the mountains. Today did have that certain crispness that beckoned her away from the city and the traffic and out into the wonderful, peaceful mountains.
She would have plenty of time to get home and fix the dumb toilet that had sprung a leak and kept the floor constantly wet. She mentioned it to Betty early this morning when the two of them had had coffee. She hoped Betty would mention it to Bill and he would fix the stupid thing. Ivy always mentioned things to Betty that she wanted Bill to do. Then she didn't have any explaining to do if Bill would already know what Ivy's problems were and Betty didn't. That would indicate Ivy and Bill talked some time when Betty wasn't around. Ivy wanted no signs of suspicion cast on her relationship with Bill.
So while Mary was still sleeping, all cozy in her little, white, ruffled bed, Ivy had gone over to Betty's house and complained about the high cost of getting a plumber and this being a weekend and all. Ivy couldn't afford twenty-four dollars an hour for a jerk to come out and mess around her toilet. Ivy didn't make that kind of money.
Betty, being the good friend she was, had told Ivy not to worry. If she and Bill were speaking, which they weren't all the time, she would mention the toilet problem to him. Then, if he didn't have some place else to go, he might possible run over to Ivy's and see what was wrong.
So many "ifs". If Ivy could only talk to Bill herself and tell him her problem, she knew he would fix the toilet gladly. After all, she was his spare piece. It never paid to make the mistress too mad, after all, what if he got horny and had no place to dump his load. She did not feel that way about him, she would do anything for him ... but she loved him. He did not love her, at least he had never said he did. He had told her regularly not to love him ... so she was just his mistress ... arid she loved it!
So she went to work ... much to her disgust.
And, Betty mentioned the broken toilet to Bill.
Bill ate his breakfast rapidly in order to get over to the next door mobile home and the sweet, young thing who was home alone. His crotch felt hot and steamy.
He had not felt like this he was fifteen. At that age, he had felt like he was following his cock around. He had had wet dreams two or three times a night and all he knew was that he was going to fuck somebody, somehow, some way. He felt like he was following his stiff prick around like a lovesick teen-ager. Only, he knew who his dick was aimed at ... and he didn't have the wet dreams because when he was not thinking about sweet, virgin Mary, he was balling her mother.
His wife did not enter into any of his sexual thoughts ... she wouldn't put out.
The trailer next door had been his obsession for years. First it was Ivy, and now it was her daughter. He had to keep his shit together, and not confuse the two of them. Ivy was older, still his junior ... and more experienced, ready, willing and able. Then there was Mary ... so sweet, pretty, young and innocent.
His hard whang nearly burst the skin, he was so excited!
"Why're you eating so fast?" Betty asked observing her husband.
"I don't know how long it's gonna take to fix that damned toilet ... and I had other plans for today. I can't spend all day over there! How come you volunteer me to fix everything that goes wrong with Ivy's trailer? I've got things to do on my days off besides HER repair man!"
"Because she's my best friend. She can't afford repair bills. You know she doesn't make much money ... at least not enough." Betty poured Bill another cup of coffee.
"I haven't got time for another cup ... not if you expect me to be a repair man in my spare time! I just don't like it!" he lied.
Bill gobbled his breakfast and tried to think of something far distant than sexy, little Mary. It wouldn't do for him to get his rigid stick caught on the table when he got up from breakfast. Mary really turned him on, and Betty would wonder, since she didn't, why her husband had a hard-on so early in the morning when all he was going to do was fix a toilet.
"Get my damned tool box!" Bill said commanding his wife to move.
She never said a word but went to fetch it.
"Try to be civil," she asked, begging him.
"You and your help-thy-neighbor routine," he said snarling ... barely able to keep from running out the door.
He put the tool box in front of his poking pelvis and walked to his front door slowly. His cock beat, his heart pounded and his hands shook. He had to contain himself. He could not go into the mobile home and deck that lovely child! He knew he had to ease slowly up on the situation. He didn't want Mary afraid of him. He wanted to slip his dick ... nice and easy ... into her tight, little, virgin tube. He did not want to rape the child. No, he wanted her to enjoy fucking as much as he did. He wouldn't hurt that angel-like little girl for anything! He would be as gentle as a kitten ... if he could even get her.
He went over to the next mobile home and tapped gently on the door. He hoped she would not hear and he imagined catching her naked in the bathroom, possibly taking a leak.
No answer.
He tapped gently again. Nothing.
He eased the door open and slipped inside. Everything was quiet.
He walked softly down the carpeted hallway and stopped at her open bedroom door. He sucked in his breath as he saw his lovely Mary cuddled in her white, ruffly bed. Her hair was sprayed in a golden halo over her white pillow. Her gorgeous, brown eyes were closed under thick, dark lashes. Her slim, bare arm was out over the white sheet that was trimmed in lace. Stuffed animals laid all over the soft, billowy, white bed.
"Just like an angel on her own safe, secure little cloud...." he said, muttering to himself.
If he could only quiet the pounding in his ears, he knew he could hear her soft breathing. His stiff dick clamored for release. His body shook with uncontrollable desire for this sweet, virgin child.
He walked into her room on tip-toes. He smelled the sweet, almost baby-like odor from her young body. His nostrils flared taking in the lovely aroma of her youth. His eyes watered at the beauty of her. He licked his lips at the thought of burrowing down under all those soft, billowy quilts. He wanted to be on her lovely cloud with her. He wanted to taste her nice, sweet, clean, virgin juices with his tongue. He shook and quivered.
He knew he could have her now! He could fuck this innocent child and wake her from her deep sleep by shoving his rugged, thick prick into her hole. That would surprise and shock this lovely child into hysteria. No, that was not what he wanted. He wanted to take her ... lovingly, gently, passionately....
He walked to the side of her pretty cloud and put his big, tanned hand on her warm, soft shoulder.
"Mary?" he called softly.
She stirred.
"Dear, Mary?" he called low, barely able to control his excitement at the touch of her warm flesh.
She rolled over on her back and opened her eyes slowly.
"Mary? Wake up, dear," he said.
She flashed out of her drowsy sleep and sat up in bed. Her soft, small, warm boobs pressed against the white, lace nightie with her rigid, little nipples poking through the lace.
OH, MY GOD! He stood shaking with rubbery knees, looking at the beautiful, little girl.
"What're you doin' here?" she asked wide-eyed.
"Your mother asked me to fix the toilet this morning. I didn't wanna scare you when I made fixin' noises in the bathroom," he said in a shaky voice. He took his big hand off her bare arm.
She clutched the lacy covers up over her tits in modesty.
"You don't have to do that," he said sadly. "I'm used to young girls in their nighties. I do have a daughter of my own ... not to mention a wife," he said.
"If you'll get outa here, I'll get my robe on," she said, spying it across the room.
Bill fetched her white, flowing robe and handed it to her.
"I'll wait out in the living room," he said and left abruptly. If he stayed any longer he knew he'd cum in his pants and stand in front of her with a quivering ass ... like a dog. "If you've gotta use the bathroom, use it now. I might have to take the toilet out or something." He grabbed his hurting prick and aching nuts.
Mary pulled on her white robe and padded to the bathroom. Even though the door was closed, he heard her urinate. He imagined her golden pussy all damp with yellow droplets of tinkle. He knew her bare, tanned thighs would be exposed from all the white lace.
He sucked in his breath and damned near shit his pants. He clutched his beating prick hard enough to nearly cut off the blood circulation and stop the longing, craving pounding.
The toilet flushed.
Mary came down the hallway in her bare feet and walked passed the big man sitting in her living room. She went straight to the kitchen to get out the chocolate for milk.
"I'm done in there," she said, not even looking at Bill.
She didn't like being startled out of a deep sleep by the old guy next door, even if her mother did ask him to fix the toilet ... and even if he was a father image. She was used to her mother waking her, not Bill.
Over the months she had gotten to where she didn't hate him. He had never done anything except fix things for her mother ... like the car. Her mother had Bill use the jumper cables to get her car started. She had had Bill pack the wheel bearings. Bill had fixed one of the cupboard doors for her.
Mary guessed he was an alright guy ... for an old man. Her drastic fear of the man had disappeared, but she still didn't like him walking into her bedroom and waking her up.
"Your mother buy you that nightie?" Bill asked coming out into the kitchen.
Mary nodded stirring her chocolate milk. Her long, slender fingers worked at buttering a piece of toast.
"Is that all you eat?" he asked. "Yeah."
"You won't get fat, that's for sure. And you won't get big boobs like your mother," he said grinning.
"My boobs are still growing," she said indignantly.
"How big are they? Let me feel," he said playfully reaching for her breasts.
She flinched and tucked her arms around her chest.
"Oh, come on now. I'll bet the boys at school, or at least a few of them, have felt you up," he said devilishly.
"No, they haven't!"
"Then you don't know what you're missing," he said and grabbed her around the waist jokingly.
She pulled against the big man's powerful arms. She couldn't move. She relaxed in his hefty embrace.
"Just let me touch ... you're so warm and beautiful ... and then I'll fix the toilet...." he said softly, looking into her dark eyes.
"No! That's not nice!" she said tossing her gleaming, golden hair back over her shoulder.
"Let me touch and show you how nice," he begged.
She shook her head.
"You want me to fix the toilet?"
"Mom does," she said.
"Then just let me touch your little breasts," he said softly into her pink, petal ear. "No!"
"You want your mother to have to pay some plumber a lot of money to come in here and fix the toilet on Monday? Then your floor will be all rotted, and that'll cost her, too."
Mary stood still, held tightly in his arms.
"Come on, honey, just let me touch and I promise that's all," ' he said, winking a blue eye.
She hung her blonde head and said nothing.
"You know I help you and your mother out a lot. What would you do around here without me? You wouldn't deprive me of a little feel, would you? Just pretend I brushed past you ... just accidentally ... that's all the feel I want." He breathed heavily. He felt her slim body tremble in his muscular arms.
She shook her head.
He released her abruptly.
"When you decide to let me feel your lovely tits, call me and I'll come over and fix the toilet." He turned and picked up his tool box.
Mary was confused. She knew how much a plumber would set her mother back and she knew how little money her mother had. They made it payday to payday and sometimes had to cut out the little enjoyable things they both wanted. Now her mother would have to worry and stew over the plumber's bill. Mary didn't want her mother to worry-then she got irritable and bitchy. She scolded Mary when there was nothing to scold her about. Her mother would sit and ponder over which bills she could pay and which had to be put off. And she got wrinkles in her forehead along with an upset belly.
What could it hurt to have Bill touch her titties? He was an old man ... forty-two or three or four. He wouldn't do anything to her. He couldn't. A man his age probably couldn't even get a hard-on. Besides, he was married ... Mary thought it over quickly and decided a touch wouldn't be a matter of life and death....
"Alright ... touch me ... ," she said, flinching and squinting her brown eyes shut. She would pretend she was just being brushed by a complete stranger.
Bill put his tool box down and walked slowly to the squinting, shaking wisp of a girl. This isn't what he wanted ... her afraid and tightened up against him. He would make her relax.
Gently, he embraced the fifteen-year-old girl and held her close to his big, rough, strong body.
"Don't be afraid...." he said softly into her ear.
She quivered and shook. "Do it ... and get it over with," she said.
He ran one big, hot hand up her back and intertwined his thick fingers in her long, golden hair. He pulled her head back and gently kissed the child on the lips.
Her lips were tightly closed. She felt his hot, moist tongue on her lips ... rubbing back and forth slowly.
"Open your mouth," he whispered.
She did and he stuck his piercing tongue inside her juicy, hot, little mouth.
"Suck on my tongue ... like you would an orange," he said softly.
"That's dirty! That's frenchin' and not nice," she said.
"It's not dirty. It's fun and you'll like it."
"You said one touch...." she said, protesting.
"Suck my tongue," he said and stuck his tongue into her warm, relaxed, unresponding cavity.
She fell his hotness pierce into her mouth. His big, strong body was tight up against hers and she felt his rock-hard prick press against her belly. She was fearful and apprehensive, but she sucked on his hot, thick tongue. She felt him make his tongue dart around and wiggle in her mouth. She thought she would gag or throw up. This was dirty and nasty.
She stiffened as she felt his hot hand inch up her body and take her breast. She was repulsed when she felt his fingers tug and play with her nipple. She tried to pull away, but Bill was tonguing her pursed lips. She thought she was being viciously attacked and pulled her mouth away and back.
"That's terrible!" she said, shaking.
"If you'd relax, you'd enjoy it," Bill said, loosening his hold on the child's slender body and tits.
His cockhead was ready to explode. His heavy breathing startled the innocent child. She knew he was a maniac. He adjusted his prick so it didn't stab straight out ... it throbbed up his belly.
"Okay, now you've had your feel. You said you'd fix the toilet."
"I didn't feel you ... I felt a bunch of lace. I said feel you!"
Mary looked horrified.
"I'm not gonna hurt you."
"That's not nice!"
"How do you know? You've never tried it," he said, using all the restraint he could muster up. His crotch was burning, seething, hard, ready to go.
"You want me to do your repair work or not?" he asked slightly irritated. His blood-gorged prick was ready to split his skin it was so hard. He breathed heavily and sweat stood out on his face.
She nodded.
"Then take it off," he said motioning to her white, lace nightie. She hesitated.
He sat down on a kitchen chair to wait. Besides, his legs quivered. His heavy dong weighted his pelvis down, and his nuts ached.
Slowly, she lifted her nightie, with shaking hands. The fluff went up her tanned thighs, up over her golden snatch, up her slim waist and exposed her small, jutting tits. She took it over her tousled head and dropped it in a fluffy heap on the kitchen floor.
She stood naked and beautiful before the big, husky man.
"OH, MY GOD!" he said, nearly collapsing in a passionate heap.
His big hands were sweaty. His heart pounded against his massive chest and his rigid, stiff cock throbbed.
"Come here," he said in a whisper. He couldn't have stood up if he wanted to.
She slowly and hesitantly walked over to the middle-aged man.
His eyes stared at the beautiful, virgin child with the golden hair and flaxen pussy and the smooth, jutting boobs. He was awestruck. Never had he seen a more luscious little girl. He put a shaking hand on her tit and massaged gently. His fingers flicked her small, tiny, pink, nipples. He groaned passionately. He closed his eyes in desperation. His body shook with longing desire. He put both hands on her smooth, velvety soft breasts and squeezed gently.
"You're gorgeous ... beautiful ... so young ... so desirable...." he moaned.
His hand went to his hurting, throbbing crotch. His other hand gently massaged her sweet, young breast.
He was in a state of lusty passion. He craved her tender, young, virgin body.
She stood shocked and horrified before the neighbor that was pinching her rigid nipple and massaging her young boob. Her legs were rubbery and her naked body quivered with fear and disgust.
She watched the big man feel his own crotch and her soft dome.
"Now fix the toilet!" She was repulsed by his shaking and heavy breathing.
She moved to get her nightgown and the man grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in against his rough work clothes.
"Don't pull away," he said. His eyes were glazed with lust.
She tugged to free herself.
"Please ... please ... don't pull away...." he said tearfully.
She was aghast at seeing a grown man cry. She looked questioningly at him.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen ... I've got to fuck you...." he said putting both hands on her slim, well curved hips.
"That's dirty and filthy! You said a feel. Well, you've had a feel ... Now let me go!" she screamed.
"If that's what you want...." he said, and took his shaking hands off her smoth, tawny body.
"That's what I want!" she said scrambling to get her nightgown.
She bent over and her young, round ass cheeks pointed at Bill's rugged face. He saw her button of an asshole and shook madly.
He got up and went to her backside, grabbing her hips in her bent over position. He pulled her pelvis back so her buns were pressed against his rough work pants. He leaned over her bent body and whispered hotly in her ears. "If you ever want help from me again, you'll let me screw you! Remember the times I've helped your mother and saved her money! Think about the times I've fixed her car! I mowed your lawn ... not once, but ever since last summer! I've repaired all sorts of things in the trailer for you and for your mother! Think about your mother ... struggling to get along by herself. What would she do if I refused to help her? How would she pay all the repair bills on her car? I put brakes on that damned thing, packed the bearings, rotated the tires, fixed the transmission ... not to mention what I've done for her in this trailer! And every cent she saves on repairs she spends on you and your school clothes or movies or eating out. Think how it'll be when she can't call on me for help! And all because you don't wanna get fucked. You're gonna get screwed sooner or later in life. Why not now? It'd make it a hell of a lot easier on your mother...." He panted in her ear.
His body was bent over hers and his hard, pounding prick pressed against her sweet, soft ass crack. His fingers went under her bent body and grabbed onto her hanging tits and squeezed. His fingers tugged and pulled on her stiff nipples.
"Thick, Mary ... think about it! I'm not gonna rape yon! I'm not gonna hurt you! I want you to come to me. Think, Mary...." he said and one hand slipped to her flat, soft belly ... down to her golden, curly lustrous snatch.
She stood up and turned to face Bill. Tears filled her eyes.
"Well?" he asked panting.
She stood, naked and beat. She could not do anything to cause her dear mother anymore responsibility. She would have to let Bill have his way with her body. Even though it was a disgusting, dirty, nasty thing to do ... she would have to tolerate being balled by this old man. She knew she was beat when he mentioned all the things he wouldn't do for her mother. Her mother needed all the help she could get ... and Mary would not stand in the way of her getting it ... no matter what the cost.
Tears ran down her soft, smooth cheeks and she stood in front of the husky Bill. Her golden hair fell over her shoulders covering her naked breasts, She stood, not fighting any more ... not resisting ... It wasn't a matter of right or wrong any more, it was; a matter of tolerating a fuck so her mother wouldn't worry ... Mary would do anything for her mother and she was about to prove it.
Bill took her slim hand and led her down the hallway to her own bedroom. He gently put her on the bed. He eyed her sweet, virginal body as he hurriedly ripped off his clothes. He stood over her with his manly prick stretched to its full length.
Mary covered her eyes and turned her head. Her body wracked with tearful sobs.
Bill sat on the bed beside her and put his big, hot hand on her shoulder.
"I'm not gonna hurt you...." he said tenderly.
"But, you're so big," she said between sobs.
"Not really, honey. There're a lot of men a hell of a lot bigger than I am," he said regretfully.
"You'll tear me apart!" she said crying hysterically.
"I told you I wouldn't hurt you. I promise to be gentle." He pulled the slip of a girl close to his naked body and hugged her tenderly. He felt her hot tears drip down his chest. His massive arms held her comfortingly.
"I'm scared," she said, quivering.
Bill looked up as if asking God for the patience and holding power he was going to have to possess in order not to ravish this young girl. His whole body shook with desire, and his nuts were about to burst with pain. His throbbing dick was stretched until he felt he could take no more hurt. But he wouldn't hurt Mary!
"Just touch my cock," he whispered as he grimaced at the pleasureable thought.
"I can't. I shouldn't," she said tearfully.
He gently but forceable took her dainty hand and put it to his hot, stiff stick.
"You can't put that into my vagina," she said, looking tearfully up at the big man.
"I won't. I'll let you do it ... at your own speed ... when you want another inch, you'll ask for it. I won't hurt you. All I wanna do is love you ... and make you love it ... fuckin' ... screwin' ... and crave my shaft! I'll be gentle," he said, praying he would be.
Mary burst into a new gush of tears. She knew she was in a hopeless situation. She had to let Bill fuck her.
"I'm scared," she said, crying her eyes out.
"Just lie back," he said softly. He pushed the young girl back on her white, fluffy bed. "Now spread your legs." He pried her thighs apart.
He looked at her pink, velvety slit and almost croaked with desire. "Jesus Christ, beautiful!"
"This's awful degrading ... you lookin' up me ... It's embarrassing...." she said, covering her face.
"Oh, no, baby, you're beautiful! There's nothing bad about it. I love looking at your cunt! I love looking at your golden pussy! Your slit is so beautiful! Your asshole is sweet. You're a beautiful, lovely, wonderful young lady ... and I'm gonna take your sweet cherry ... and you're gonna feel my cock up inside your tight little tube."
She uncovered her face and looked horrified.
"I'm not gonna hurt you! I told you that! Now trust me!" he said looking around her pink and white ruffled room. "Is that hand cream?"
She nodded.
He reached for the pastel green bottle from her bedside table. It sat right next to her pink lamp with the picture of her boyfriend taped to the underside.
She cried again.
"I haven't touched you. Why are you crying?" he asked.
She shook her head. She couldn't make the words come out that if she was going to get screwed, she wished it would be by her boyfriend ... not a nasty, old neighbor like Bill. She sobbed and sobbed. To think that the first time she fucked, it was going to be so terrible, with a horny old man. Nasty ... dirty ... repulsive!
Bill squirted his hand full of thick cream. He spread the child's thighs again and wiped his hand the length of her young, virgin slit. His thick fingers rested at the opening of her vagina. Slowly, he inched his one finger into her tight, taut hole. He took it out and slowly shoved more thick cream up her cunt.
He sucked in his breath and shivered.
She flinched with his every shove of finger.
"Relax," he said putting his other hand on her golden snatch to hold her still. He bent and kissed her warm thighs. He kissed and tongued his way all over her quivering, shaking legs. His fingers took turns entering and leaving her virgin hole. Then he flicked her tiny, cream covered clit and pressed his hot mouth into her golden nest.
She lay still. Her eyes were closed. And she flinched with his every touch.
"Relax ... just relax," he said crawling between her thighs.
"Mom told me never to let anybody touch me. Never to do ... this!"
"Feel that? My cock is at your hole. Feel how hot?" he said, panting and shaking.
She tightened up and moved up in her white bed to try one last time to escape:
He followed. His cockhead still beat at her cunt.
"Now, you put your hand on my prick. You guide my dick in ... how you want it . ... and how fast you want it ... and how deep you want it." Bill could hardly talk. He gasped for breath, and he shook on his knees.
Mary put her hand on his hard dick and pushed a little.
"It hurts!" she said flinching. "I'll do it," he said barely able to control himself.
He pushed gently ... slowly ... and forced his pounding cockhead into her cherry-delicious land of paradise.
She flinched and squirmed as Bill stuck his heavy dick into her hot, hand-lotion-filled pussy.
"It hurts! Don't do this to me! I don't like it! It's nasty! It's dirty! I hate it!" she said squeakily as she tried to get away.
"Easy ... easy does it ... it'll all be over in a minute ... the hurting part ... when I punch that skin in there ... then your cherry'll be mine ... forever ... you'll know I screwed you out of your virginity. Then the hurt's gone and it's fun from then on ... just relax ... take it easy ... I'm goin' slow ... SO DAMNED SLOW!" he whispered into her ear.
He wanted to punch his beating cock deep inside her and ricochet himself to a cosmic orgasm ... but, he couldn't. He had to show her he had control and not ruin fucking for her for the rest of her life. His beating dick nearly burst just entering her virgin land of paradise.
Bill didn't usually pray while he was busy fuckin' somebody. Now, he did. He didn't want to shoot off before he completely entered her luscious, virginal cunt. She was so hot and so tight his beating prick felt squashed and tightly smashed by her vaginal walls. His heart beat rapidly and his whole body felt full of adrenalin ... ready to smash into her young, sweet vagina and do its thing ... spray his cum all over her.
He sweat as he groaned and moaned and slowly pushed his prick into the child's tight, tight tube.
"Oh, God, I've never had it so good!" he said between gasps for breath.
"It hurts!" Mary said, almost screaming.
"Relax, baby. Feel how hard I am? Feel how hot? It's gonna be good for you ... just take it easy ... relax," he said as his hungry, hot peter crept in ... inch by slow inch....
Mary let out a wild scream!
"That's it, honey ... from now on ... it's all good ... I've got your cherry...."
Bill slowly eased his heavy, hearty prick in and out, in and out, in and out of her tight, slippery tube. He felt highly explosive as his tender cockhead explored the only virginal cunt he had ever had. He about died a happy death of heavenly ecstasy as he slowly and carefully and precisely humped the dear little girl's tight hole. He carefully directed each thrust of his eager, pulsating dong ... not to fast ... not too hard ... not too deep ... not too piercing....
He was frantic with wild, mad desire to slam his dick into her ... but he used control. He never knew he had such control. He had never used it on her mother....
After she screamed at the breaking of her cherry, Mary relaxed slightly and felt the big man's whang slip in and out, back and forth in her slippery tube. She was repulsed by the sloppiness of the whole situation. The smell of her own juices mixed with the hot hand cream upset her. Bill's gently penetrating prick was disgusting. The fact that he sweat all over her was disturbing to her innocence. The whole thing of screwing was extremely messy, hot, and undesirable. At least it didn't hurt any more, for which she was glad.
She lay under the man's wet, sweat drenched body and let him punch in and out of her and thought how degrading this was ... to have to let a man use her body so he would fix a toilet! She wished she was old enough to get a job so she wouldn't have to tolerate this sort of thing.
Bill did everything he could to make her enjoy her first fuck, but her mind was so full of the wrongness of the act, he was not succeeding. He felt her boobs which she usually kept so well covered. He flicked her tits and she thought it foul and dirty that she tingled at his touch. She knew she was going to die and go straight to hell for permitting this horrible act.
Bill could control himself no longer! His body jerked and spasmed and he shot his load of juicy cum into her already creamy hole. He made no excessive noise nor did he grab and clutch the little girl.
She was shocked at his bodily actions as she felt his explosive, hot cum shoot into her vagina. She thought perhaps he was epileptic and was having a spell.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Fine ... fine...." he managed to answer. He kept his full weight up off her slim body on his elbows and knees. "Didn't you feel anything?" he asked in desperation.
"Yeah. I'm not so nuts about this," she said coolly.
"Shit!" he said, completely frustrated.
He pulled his spent dong out of her dripping hole and sat up on the edge of the bed. He hung his sopping head in his hands.
"Is that it?" she asked, feeling the mess in her cunt slit.
"That's it," he said. He felt completely put down ... a dismal failure. "You didn't feel excited at all? Nothin' I did thrilled you? Did you like it at all?"
"No. It's messy and stinky and nasty."
He looked between her spread thighs and saw the small splotch of blood on her white sheet. "I wanted you to enjoy it...."
"THAT?" she said in surprise. "It hurt and was sloppy...."
"Shit!"
"Now you gonna fix the toilet?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll fix your damned toilet. Do you wanna go in there first and clean up?"
Mary jumped out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She urinated and wiped her slit. The toilet paper slipped easily in her slippery crack.
"I'm bleeding!" she said in a horrified tone.
"You're alright. It's just because you were a virgin. It's nothin' to get upset about," he said assuring her.
Maybe he expected too much of her. It was her first time to screw. He supposed it was all new and sloppy and messy and stinky to her. All the things he loved about fucking, she thought were repulsive. Why didn't she appreciate the hotness of his cum? Why didn't she rotate her hips like her mother did? Why didn't she have an orgasm? He had worked his ass off in every way he knew how to make it pleasurable for her. He was depressed. Maybe the next time, she would get a kick out of it. He knew she was tense and apprehensive ... but, she was frigid as far as he was concerned. But, then, he'd never fucked a virgin before.
Oh, she was good and hot and tight. But, she did not have the action her mother had. He had been turned on by the lovely child, but fucking a virgin was not all it was cracked up to be. In a way, he preferred the pelvic gyrations of her mother. One thing was for certain ... he would have to teach this child to enjoy fucking and how to move her pelvis and heave her cunt up to meet his thrusting cock. He had been afraid to urge her on to such heights of delight for fear he might hurt her young, tender body.
He decided he would have to help her more and fuck her more so she would get over her puritanical ideas that screwing was dirty, nasty, vulgar and vile. He had a project!
Mary returned to her bedroom and started rummaging through her closet for clothes.
"You done in there?" he asked.
"I gotta take a shower. I FEEL DIRTY!"
"Where in the hell did you get your ideas?" he asked, shaking his head.
"From my mother! She thinks sex is dirty,-too!"
That's a new one to me! I thought she loved screwin' around with me. She's either a hell of a good liar to you, kid ... or one great actress with me! I think your mother lives for the minute she can drop her pants for me! You will, too! Just give me time....
"Was it really so terrible?" he asked.
"Yes! I don't like filth! You gonna expect this every time you do something for mother?" she said dragging her fresh, clean blouse out of the closet.
"I'll never force you, my dear," he said.
"No, you'll just blackmail me into doin' it again. You won't help my mother. I'll bet she'd never do all this for anything! She's too decent a woman to put up with this shit ... but, I have to ... for her!"
Bill shook his head in despair. He had thought it would be fantastic balling this child. Maybe appreciation for screwing came with maturity. He watched the youngster bounce out of the room with her clothes. He heard the shower go on and stay on for a long time.
"She's really bent out of shape feeling so dirty...." he said, muttering to himself.
After her shower and she was dressed, she came back into her room. Her eyes never met his. "I'm done."
He stood naked and looked at her. "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm ashamed ... and dirty...." she said with tears in her eyes.
"Somebody did one hell of a fine job brainwashing you!" he said pulling his pants on over his limp prick.
"Well, I don't care! I feel all squishy and drippy. I'll have to take another shower. I stink, too!"
"So, I'll buy you a douchebag," he said disgustedly.
"Thanks a lot! I'll tell my mother it's for when I ball the guy next door!" she said haughtily.
"You'll tell your mother nothin', do you understand?" he said in a gruff tone.
"Why? You scared she'll get you for statutory rape?"
"Not hardly. I didn't rape you. And since I didn't ... if you tell, the police'll put you in juvie for being a delinquent girl ... for soliciting and enticing me while I was here to do your mother a favor. You wanna spend time in the kiddy slammer?"
"No," she said sullenly.
"Then you best shut your mouth, little girl."
"Then I'm a whore?" she asked.
"No. You just give your favors for favors ... which could be construed as you being a whore.
But, I know you're not, and you know you're not. That's all that counts. If you use your head, what goes on between you and me will be kept quiet. Then you can go on living here with your mother and be the good little girl you're supposed to be...." And I'll stay out of jail.
She watched him tuck in his shirt. "Aren't you gonna wash?"
"I like the feel of your juices on my cock. I don't think there's one thing dirty or degrading about a little fun...."
"Fun? I thought sex was supposed to be when two people love each other and wanna have babies...."
"Yeah, well, sometimes. More often, it's for fun."
"I'll take my shower after you fix the toilet," she said.
"I'll fix your goddamned toilet right now!" he said and left the room.
Mary fell on her white, ruffly bed and cried and cried at her disgrace. Her shoulders shook and her nose dripped. She was a fallen woman. She was something terrible and it was all the fault of that horrible man in the bathroom. Now, her beloved Brad would never want her. She had been to bed with an old man. She was not a virgin anymore. All the boys would avoid her. She knew she would look guilty. Now she knew why her mother never went out with dirty, dirty men.
What would her husband say ... if she ever got one? He would know she wasn't a virgin. She could never get married. Her life was ruined.
She cried.
CHAPTER FIVE
In the days that followed her disgrace, Mary didn't even walk past Bill's trailer. She couldn't face his wife or him. She avoided going in his direction.
"How come you haven't been over, lately?" Wilber asked.
"I've been too busy," Mary told Bill's son.
"I've missed you," the twenty-year-old youth said.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I guess I kind of like you," he said.
That's really bitchin' comin' from a clod like you ... with a dumb father!
"Thanks," she said coolly, making herself a glass of iced tea. "Want a glass?"
"No thanks. I came over to ask you if you wanted to go to the show tonight?"
"I don't think so," she said. She did not want anything to do with any member of HIS family.
"It's a good movie ... Death Wish...."
Mary wished she was dead. How appropriate a movie. Since this guy's father had screwed her, she had no future. She couldn't get married, EVER! She was not a virgin any more.
A thought occurred to her. Wouldn't it be funny to seduce Bill's son? Maybe even marry him when she graduated from high school? When Wilber found out she wasn't a virgin, just laugh it off and tell him it was his father's fault ... and please don't tell his mother?
She had to laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. Yeah, I guess I'll go to the show with you. I dig Charles Bronson," she said and smiled.
"Neat. I'll come over and get you at eight."
"Fine. I'll be ready," she said walking the tall, slim youth to the door.
She wondered what "Daddy" would say when Wilber told him about their date? She hoped it would burn him good!
She closed the door behind Wilber and leaned thoughtfully against the glass. As long as she had lost her cherry, what difference would one more guy make? She was ruined anyway. And the thought of balling Bill's son tickled her. Even if Wilber didn't say a word to his father about the "fallen" girl next door, Mary could cut Bill down. She could ... and would ... tell Bill he wasn't as good a fucker as his young son. That would really piss him off.
Bill had hurt her. Not physically, other than when he first stuck his old, wrinkly prick into her hole and punched her cherry ... but, he had taken her most precious possession, her virginity. She had not wanted to mess around before she got married, or if she did choose to screw around, it would be with Brad or somebody she really loved.
Since she felt hurt, she felt perfectly legal in hurting Bill back. What better way than to put him down in comparison to his young son.
Ivy called from work and said she was going to have a drink or two with the girls after work. She was doing more drinking than usual. Mary wondered why her mother was turning into a lush, since she did not even have any booze in the house. She must only like to drink with her friends. Mary knew her mother was a lonely person ... but booze did not seem to be the answer. Then, too, Ivy always drank with the girls. Mary hoped her mother did not turn into a lizzie, if she hadn't already. Mary wished more than ever her mother would find some nice guy to marry. She worried about her mother. If she would find some nice guy, not like that old fart next door, Mary would not have to cringe every time something went wrong with the plumbing or electricity ... for fear she'd have to pay off in sex.
Maybe, if Bill knew Mary was screwing around with his son, Bill would not be so hot to fuck her. It was worth a try ... and she had nothing to lose. She had already lost it! But the thought of balling even Wilber made her sick! She would do it though.
Mary took extra care in preparing her slim body for her date. She washed her long, blonde hair until it was squeaky clean. She experimented with her new curling iron for just the right effect ... not too many curls, just enough flip under on the ends to hide any split ends she might have. She flipped the surfer bangs into a "Gatsby" look and was quite pleased with the shining, glowing result.
She hoped Wilber didn't sweat as much as his father and ruin all her efforts.
She bathed leisurely in a tub of frothy bubbles. She wondered if Wilber would get more effect from her than his dad did? She touched her own pink nipples to see how she would feel ... and then felt dirty about touching her own body. She did feel something when she touched herself. She was not sure if it was excitement, daring, or repulsion. But, she had felt a tingle of wickedness in her gut when she pinched her nipple.
She toweled herself dry and her skin looked a rosy pink. Her face was flushed, but that came from her nasty little idea of fucking Wilber. She wondered if Wilber would know what to do with his young whang if she did succeed in seducing him? If not, she would show him ... just like his dad had showed her. A little experience certainly went to her head. She hoped her anticipated fuck with Wilber would not hurt. Even the hurt would be justified for the satisfaction she would receive from the whole thing. She would show Bill a thing or two!
She went to her closet and had a difficult time in deciding what to wear for her seduction of the boy next door. She fumbled through her blouses and dresses. Or should she wear pants? No, that would not do at all!
The fall weather was cold and brisk, but she decided on a short minidress that would show her long legs ... clear up to her ass. She slipped on pantie hose ... they always made anybody's legs more luscious. She decided against wearing panties. Why make things difficult for Wilber? For that matter, she would not wear a bra, either. She slipped on a half slip and looked at her bare tits in the mirror.
She felt nasty and little wicked, but that would not stop her.
She pulled the short, tight, skimpy dress on over her long blonde hair. She liked the effect of the clinging blue material. Her stiff, little nipples poked against the material and her long, slim, well shaped legs showed.
She gave her gleaming hair a pat and put every loose curl in its proper place. She never wore makeup, so to complete the picture she put a dab of her mother's perfume behind each petal-pink ear. She slipped into her platform shoes and was ready for the big seduction scene.
When the doorbell sounded, her heart did a flip. She felt naked without a bra as she went to the door and let Wilber in.
"You look really neat," the long-haired youth said.
His auburn hair shone almost as much as hers did. She wondered if he intended to seduce her? Had he gone to the pains to be appealing like she had? He smelled good, too.
She felt his eyes on her body and squirmed uncomfortably. Maybe, she would not seduce him. She did appreciate his smile as his eyes went from her tits to her long legs. Her belly contracted and she had second thoughts on her venture of fucking the boy next door. She had always thought of him as somebody to fix her ten-speed or help her chase the dog, but now, the way he was looking at her ... and the way he looked ... she swallowed hard. After all, she had no experience in seducing a boy ... or young man. She was no Cleopatra.
"I'll get my coat," she said, anxious to leave his presence. She plodded down the hall in her platforms and disappeared into her bedroom.
She gave herself a good talking to as she went. Wilber was only the guy next door ... a means to satisfying her vengeful feelings. She would force herself to fuck him. The thought of all that creamy crud dripping out of her hole and down her legs repulsed her. The idea of prancing around naked in front of him disturbed her. And she didn't think the male sex organ too neat-looking, either.
Where would she seduce him? How long would it take? She did have to be home at a decent time, or her mother would raise hell. If they went to a double feature movie, she wouldn't have much time to fuck him ... and it was cold to mess around in his car. His car was too small, anyway. She wondered if he would take her to a motel?
Her head rambled with all sorts of complicating thoughts. Maybe she should have planned out her seduction with more care.
She dragged her soft, furry coat back into the living room and started to put it on.
"Let me hold it for you," Wilber said taking her coat.
She remembered her mother had told her a gentlemen always helped a lady with her coat. She felt really gross and ignorant. She had not been on many dates and she felt her inability to cope. Why? A small thing like Wilber offering to help her with her coat, when she should have just handed it to him and expected him to help her, should not upset her. She began to wonder about her ability to be a vamp. She would probably botch the whole thing up.
But, her hard head insisted she give it a try.
Wilber opened the door for her. "Do you have your key? I'll lock the door for you," he said holding out his young, hard hand.
"Ahh, yeah," she said flustered. She was used to locking the door herself.
She stood and watched the good-looking youth lock her door and took the key when he handed it back.
She was surprised when he put his around her waist to help her down the steps.
He opened the door of his low slung car and assisted her inside.
She thought how nice he was and how she had no class at all and would probably bungle her whole seduction scene.
He got into the car beside her and started the low-sounding, powerful engine.
Her nostrils flared at the sexy smell of his aftershave lotion. She felt warm and cozy as he helped her fasten her seat belt. She was aware that his warm hand brushed her knee when he reached for the belt.
"Sorry, " he said, smiling.
She shrugged it off as an accident.
She felt completely off guard with Wilber. Before he had seemed a dumb klutz from next door who wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. Suddenly, he appeared quite debonair ... a real man of the world.
Where and when should she start her seduction? She was sure he would see right through her actions. He would not know why she was acting, or trying to act like she planned to. She was totally confused. Did she really want to fuck Wilber? She had not had much experience after all. She thought of chickening out on the whole thing.
Wilber drove straight to the theater. The parking lot was nearly filled so he had to park a distance from the theater.
Mary's young heart pounded! Should she lean over and kiss him hotly on the mouth and grab his crotch? Maybe they would not even go into the movie and she would have him seduced ... someplace ... right off the bat. Her hands trembled and shook in excitement.
"You're shaking," Wilber said.
She nodded.
"Come on and I'll get you into the show where it's warm. I should have known enough to turn the heater on higher. I'm sorry."
He got out of the car and ran around to open her door.
Shitl she thought.
He hugged her close to his warm, lean body and hurried her toward the theater.
"You go on inside and wait. I'll get the tickets. It's too cold out here for you," he said escorting her to the door and pushing her gently into the warmth of the theater.
Mary thought her seduction was going to be difficult. He was so thoughtful and nice. He would never allow her to disrobe in his car, even if there was enough room. He would be concerned that she might catch cold. With all his kindness, he would bundle her up in a blanket to keep her warm.
She would have to try something else.
Wilber came into the theater and put his hand on her back to aid her in walking.
"Do you want something to eat? Or drink?" he asked in a soft tone.
She shook her head and felt his strong hand usher her into the softly lighted theater.
"Good. We made it between features. I thought we would. I hate to come in in the dark and fall over people and I thought you would, too. And, I didn't think you'd want to come in and miss half the movie."
He helped her to a seat and helped her off with her coat.
"If you get cold, let me know," he said patting her knee.
His hand felt good and warm and Mary tingled with excitement.
The lights dimmed and she was aware of the good-looking guy's delicious smell. She wondered if his dick was long and fat. She could not imagine what a young buck would look like without his pants on. He would have to be younger and firmer and more rigid than his father. He smelled better than his dad. He looked far-out in his tight pants and nifty jacket. His shirt was pretty, with some fancy embroidery on it. He was clean and neat and had pretty long hair. His dad always wore work clothes which were no comparison for the clothes Wilber had on. His dad did not smell good and warm like Wilber.
Back to her plan. She nonchalantly crossed her long legs and brushed against Wilber's tight, hard thigh. She left her warm thigh resting against his.
She felt Wilber's arm go around her shoulder and rest on the top part of her arm. Her nipple stood rigid and waiting. She tingled. His warm hand burned into her arm.
Now, who was going to seduce whom?
She felt fevered and hot at his tender touch. She noticed his breathing was heavier than before. She looked up at his young face with the long sideburns.
He looked down at her and hugged her closer to his warm body.
She rested her pretty head on his shoulder and felt really weird at the sensations in her crotch. She squirmed.
Wilber relaxed his hold and brushed her forehead with his soft, warm, firm cheek.
She didn't want to be dirty and nasty with Wilber. He felt so good and warm pressed against her. He smelled so nice and clean. He was so nice to her. She had always thought he was nice-looking, but now she thought he was a real fox!
Could she go through with being wicked and vile with him just to spite his father? Why not? She did not stand a chance with him. What if he found out she was not a virgin ... and that she had fucked with his father? Isn't that what she had wanted? She was not too sure right now.
Then she thought how his father had disgraced her and her hatred mounted in her heart. She would get back at Bill.
Now, if she could just get his hot hand on her small breast, she was sure he would take it from there.
She squirmed and twisted slightly as if looking down the row of people. She felt his hand barely tough the side of her hot, jutting dome ... and quickly move, as she did.
Shit!
She turned back around and stared blankly at the movie of which she had seen no part. She was too busy thinking of ways to demoralize Wilber.
His breathing was still heavy and she knew he was trying to control it by the way he'd hold his breath from time to time and then slowly let it out.
She crossed her long legs in the other direction and continued to press her warm thigh against his.
"Don't you like the movie?" he whispered in her ear.
She nearly died at how warm his breath was ... and his hot lips had touched her ear. WOW!
She looked up at his square face and nodded.
His hand pressed gently against her arm.
She had her elbow on the arm rest and as he squeezed her other arm, the one closest to him fell off the arm and her hand rested on his hot, firm thigh ... inches from his crotch. She felt his crotch heat up her arm. She sucked in her breath. She felt fevered and her clit fluttered, which was a new experience for her.
She felt his hand on her chin. He lifted her face to his and kissed her warmly on the lips. It was a short, sweet kiss.
She went back to resting her blonde head on his shoulder and now she breathed as hard as he did. Her elbow was on his hip and her arm was on the length of his thigh. She felt his crotch heat. She felt movement against her arm and knew he was flexing his hard cock. She was thrilled and heat sparked through her whole body.
She looked up at the stud next to her. He bent his head and opened his mouth. His hot, moist lips came down on hers and his thick, hot tongue penetrated her moist cavity.
She sucked hungrily on his slowly jabbing tongue and her crotch leaked joyfully. Her hand tightened on his leg and her elbow pressed against his hot, steaming prick.
He straightened up and let out a long breath.
She snuggled close to him and was upset by her newfound emotions. Her young heart beat and she was terribly hot. Her head swam in dizziness. Her clit fluttered wildly and her cuntal muscles spasmed. Her nipples were rigid. She was soooo warm.
She had never been kissed by anybody that had a mustache and she liked it. She liked the feel of Wilber's muscle filled arm at the back of her neck. She thrilled at the touch of his hot hand on her arm. She knew he was hot and bothered by his breathing and she relished the thought. His chest was firm against her shoulder and his thigh quivered under her resting arm. His crotch moved every now and then.
He quivered and then shifted upward in the seat to try and release the pressure his tight pants had on his stiff, hard, blood-filled whang.
She loved it! His every reaction sent chills and pricks of heat simultaneously up and down her spine. She wallowed in the luxury of exciting him. He'd fuck her before the night was over!
But, then, she loved his reactions so much, did she want to spoil it all by having nasty, dirty, smelly sex with him? He was so lovable it thrilled her just to have him hold her and touch her and kiss her.
The thought hit her that nothing Wilber did would ever be nasty or dirty. She truly craved his body. How wonderful! She could get back at Bill and have a good time doing it!
She squirmed on her own wet slit thinking how wonderful it would be to have this good-looking guy hovering over her naked body. How really good it would feel to have his tough, young, rugged dong press into her already seething, dripping crack. How delicious it would be to feel him push his thick, beating cock up into her warm loving cup. She would hang onto him and hug him and kiss him and press her boobs to his hot chest. She tingled with delight and her crotch cried in happiness.
And all the time she was having a ball, she would be getting even with that ugly, nasty old man next door. How delightful!
She was shaken from her dreams when Wilber took her hand and whispered hotly into her ear, "Let's go!"
She let herself be pulled up and out of her seat and up the aisle.
The bright lights of the theater foyer hit her smack in the eyes. He led her through and out into the cold night air. He never said a word as he opened the car door for her and helped her inside. He slammed the door and went around to his side of the car. He slouched in his bucket seat and breathed heavily.
She was still startled and sat in a cooling off daze.
"I'm sorry," he managed to say between gasps of air.
"For what?" she said facing him. She was suddenly very cold.
He nodded toward the theater. "I just can't sit that close to you and touch you and not want you ... I do, you know ... want to screw you."
She didn't say a word. This was her whole idea for the night. She was successful in her seduction. Now he would take her some place and fuck her and she would have her revenge. Then why wasn't she delighted?
"That shocks you. I know it does, but it's true. I'm gonna take you home." He started up the engine.
Mary leaned over to Wilber and kissed his soft cheek. "Maybe, I want you, too," she said softly.
Wilber shut off the car and took her in his young, strong arms. He kissed her hotly and wetly. His thick tongue darted around in her sucking mouth and his hands went to her boobs.
He stopped as suddenly as he started.
"Thank God for gear shifts between bucket seats," he said, gasping.
"Why?" she asked a little shaken by his passion ... and hers.
"Because I'd have had you fucked by now. Do you know in the show, I'd have gladly screwed you right there ... in front of everybody ... I'd love to get in your pants now ... BUT I'M NOT GOING TO!" he shuddered.
She sat staring at him in the dim light. She saw his tented pants. His breathing was labored.
He turned to look at her.
"You're somethin' special," he said. "And I have no intention of messin' you up. You're pretty and sweet and innocent. I love you for yourself. I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm not gonna touch you ever again, unles sometime we decide to get married."
"I'd do it with you," she said.
"Not in a car. You want somethin' better than that. For a super special person like you, nothin' is too good. You should have satin sheets and a soft bed and warm, thick rugs, and pretty lighting. Don't ever settle for the back seat of a car. You're too good for that! Don't settle for anything but the best. You can get it!"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is I love you," he said, taking her soft, delicate hand.
"But you don't want me," she said.
"OH, YES, I DO! But, not this way. I want to have you for my own. I want to love you, and cherish you, and take care of you, and all that straight stuff that all the kids're down on. I love you and I don't wanna lay you until it's all legal and right. You're the kind of girl I wanna be proud of. You're not an easy mark. I'm not gonna touch that beautiful body of yours until you think it's right. I want the minister and the church and the whole thing."
Mary wept tears of sorrow.
"Don't cry, honey. I know what I've just said is a shock to you. You're so young and innocent and sweet. We'll wait until you're out of school. I could get you a ring and we can be engaged. I'll wait ... or we can get married and you can still finish school. I'll do what ever you want."
He put her sweet head on his young manly shoulders.
She sobbed her woe.
"You think about it, huh? I don't expect you to say anything right now. I'm sorry I've upset you." He kissed her forehead. He kissed her closed eyes and the tears that dripped down her cheeks. "I love you."
She cried and her shoulders shook. How could she ever tell him that his father had looked up her cunt? That his father had taken her cherry? That his father had sucked her tits? That his father meant to have a fuck with her again and again?
What had seemed so dirty and disgusting with his father, she now wanted with him. She never realized it before, but, she did love this young man. He was everything good and clean and decent that she loved. Wilber had never treated her like a woman before. He had always teased her and tormented her ... just the typical boy next door. Now, they had both grown up and discovered they loved each other. And, it was all spoiled by his father! His horny old father! She cried.
"I wouldn't touch you before we were married for anything. I want to. My balls ache and my prick is driving me insane. But I love and respect you too much to touch you and make you feel bad."
He stroked her long, blonde hair. His arms were warm around her shaking body. His mouth kissed away the tears.
"Let's do it ... maybe you don't love me. You just wanna make me. Then we'd know...."
"No. If I found out that I didn't love you, which isn't possible, I wouldn't wanna take your cherry from whoever the lucky guy would be who would get you later." His hand rested on her knee.
Her cherry! She burst into tears again. She did not have a cherry! His father had seen to that. How could she ever marry Wilber? She would have his father to contend with. No, it was hopeless for her to have this good-looking young man ... ever!
She might as well go ahead with her original plans and get him to fuck her. Now, she really hated his father. What did she have to lose? She had lost it all, and more than all. Now, she had lost Wilber and he was good. She would never be able to face him if he found out she wasn't the sweet, little virgin he thought she was. She loved him dearly, but knew she could never have him ... BECAUSE OF HIS FATHER!
"Do it to me ... ball me, please...." she said between sobs of tears.
He hugged her close and moaned.
"Please? Come on Wilber ... if we're gonna get married anyway ... what difference does a piece of paper make; You love me and I love you. Let's go someplace and get it on...." she said begging the young man.
If she could not have Wilber for a husband ... or anybody else, the least she would have is her revenge!
Wilber started up the engine and hugged her close as he drove out of the parking lot.
She smiled. She would have her revenge. Her heart cried at the thought of never having Wilber ... whom she loved. She would have him for screwing purposes ... tonight, anyway. When he found out she wasn't a virgin, he'd be really pissed. Then she would cut his father to shreds.
Wilber drove through town and turned up their street.
"Where're we going?" she asked surprised.
"Home! Tomorrow I'm gonna buy you a ring. Then you decide when we should get married. I'm gonna marry you, baby." He squeezed her arm.
"That's a long way off," she said.
"So, I'll probably be maimed for life from having a hard-on for a couple of years ... and my balls'll probably fall off ... unless you say the word before you graduate."
She had mixed emotions. She was flattered and loved the idea of having a ring ... That meant she was loved. But what about his father? As far as not being a virgin, she wondered if he'd believe the story that she'd been raped? Or busted her membrane when she fell off a horse? Or on her bike? She was happy and thrilled at her new found love ... if she could only pull it off about not being a virgin ... She knew she could never wait for years to love Wilber, and she was sure from his tented crotch that he would not wait, either.
She smiled at the thought of being married. Then, old fart face, Bill wouldn't push himself on her. She'd be safe ... and all the girls at school would be really jealous. Maybe she could just manage the whole thing.
"You wanna go with me to get your ring or do you wanna be surprised?"
"Surprised," she said. She smiled.
Funny how all her nasty plans had been changed this night.
CHAPTER SIX
Mary felt like a very mature young lady as she walked beside her tall, young escort into the expensive restaurant. Wilber had brought her here for dinner to give her her engagement ring. She was thrilled.
They sat at a candlelit table close to the open fireplace. The place smelled of pine. The table was heavy wood and the chairs cushioned captain's. Talk from the other tables was soft and muffled due to the heavy carpeting. The lights were dim and small candles flickered from every table. The crackle of the fire invited intimacy.
Mary smiled and could hardly control her happiness. She looked at dear Wilber across from her and her heart pounded.
Wilber reached across the small table and held her hand.
"You're beautiful," he said softly.
"So are you," she said and smiled.
"I do love you."
She nodded.
"I'll love you forever...." he said and slipped the diamond on her finger.
Mary looked at the gorgeous ring. It had a special sparkle in the light of the flickering candle. It was beautiful. Tears stung her eyes.
Wilber slid over next to her and kissed her warmly.
She threw her young arms around his neck and kissed him madly. She hung onto him and looked into his deep brown eyes. "I love you!"
The waitress smiled at the two as she set a bottle on the table with two champagne glasses.
"Champagne?" Mary asked happily.
"At your age? No, dear ... it just looks like it. I had seven-up done up in a special bottle just for this occasion," Wilber said. He poured two glasses.
"To us. Forever. No matter what!" he said clinking his glass against hers.
"No matter what," she said.
They drank.
Her glorious, fantastic, marvelous bubble was burst the next week.
She walked home in the bright sunlight. She fairly floated as she watched her new, shiny engagement ring twinkle and glitter as she rotated her hand in the sun. The beautiful ring picked up all kinds of shimmering, glittering lights. She smiled and her heart sang.
She walked up on her patio in a trance of love and beauty as she watched the gorgeous ring sparkle in the sunlight.
"That the ring my son gave you?" Bill asked. He was sitting on her steps.
She gulped and stopped short.
"Did you tell him he's coming out the short end of the stick ... after his father?"
She shook her head.
"I wanna talk to you about this," he said. She waited.
"Not out here. In your trailer."
She cringed away from the big man and slid around him to get to her front door. She unlocked it and he followed her inside.
She turned to face him and he took her into his big arms. His mouth came down hot and wet on hears.
She pulled away.
"Just wanted to welcome you to the family," he said, and grinned.
"I'm not marrying the family ... just Wilber."
"When you gonna do this?" he asked.
She shrugged her slim shoulders.
"God, it'll be nice to have you in the family," he said, eyeing her long, shapely legs.
"I wish you'd stop looking at me like that!"
"You look good enough to eat ... and I think I'll eat your pussy," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"You keep your hands off me! I belong to your son!"
"Not yet! Come here, sweet stuff," he said and layfully reached for her.
"No!" she said dodging his hands.
"You know all I want for you is to be happy ... and I want Wilber to be happy ... so don't force me to tell him about you," Bill said.
"You wouldn't!" she said.
"Oh, wouldn't I?"
"What about your wife?"
"What about her?"
"Somebody'll tell her, too. And you wouldn't like that too much!"
"I wouldn't mind. She's got a terrible temper. She'd beat the shit outa anybody who did her son wrong ... or tried to make it with her meal ticket. Know what I mean?" he said and winked.
Bill reached for Mary and she went quickly to the flowered chair and sat down on her ass. It was hers and she meant to keep it hers. There was no room in the chair for two. She crossed her legs.
Bill stood in front of her and crossed his arms.
"I don't think you ought to marry Wilber," he said.
"I thought you just said you were happy I'd be in your family."
"I was just kidding. You're too young and so's he. And, besides, you don't have to go to extremes just to have a fuck. I'll fuck you any time ... no strings attached," he said, smiling devilishly.
"I know that!" she said, tossing her hair back over her shoulder.
"Has he screwed you?" Bill asked, sitting down in front of her on the floor.
"No! He loves and respects me!" she said indignantly.
"Then, you're still all mine," he said putting a big hand on her bare knee. "You know, I sure do like these short skirts." He ran his big hand up her thigh and slipped his thick fingers inside the elastic of her bikini panties.
She stood up quickly to move and his big hand slid right into her cunt slit. His other hand held her hip.
"Please ... don't...." she begged.
"I'm not gonna do a thing you don't want me to. But, you do want me to ... so I won't tell Wilber a thing about anything. Right?" he said wiggling his finger deeper into her smoth, slick crack. "Spread your legs a little, will you?"
"You're terrible!"
"Look, doll, let's take these things off. They just get in my way," he said pulling her panties off. "Now, you just stand there. I'm gonna give that tight, little cunt one hell of a suck job."
He lifted her short skirt up and tucked it into the belt.
"Oh, yes ... I'm gonna eat you...." he said, moaning. He licked his lips and his eyes bugged out of his head at the sight of her lovely, golden snatch. "Beautiful ... lovely ... I'm gonna taste your sweet, young juices. Good ... delicious ... Ummmmmmmmmmm."
"The very idea of that is repulsive!" she said.
"How come?" he said as he nuzzled into her pretty, shimmering snatch.
"Mouths are for kissing ... bottoms are for making babies!"
"So, I'll kiss your cunt with my mouth. That make you happy?" His tongue slid into her vaginal slit and lapped her dampness.
"Stop that!" she said, nearly screaming.
Bill ignored her protests. His heart beat as he slobbered his spitty tongue around in her cuntal slit. He moaned his happiness at the sweet smell of the young girl's tube.
Mary was having a difficult time maintaining her balance with the big man shoving his dark head between her thighs. She tingled with wickedness at the touch of his tongue to her fluttering clit.
"Dirty ... It's dirty...." she said. Her body shook.
"And, you love it...." Bill said licking her slightly spread slit.
"I shouldn't! It's nasty to have your head down there between my legs ... lapping like a dog ... Filth ... terrible...." the young girl said less emphatically.
"You're shaking," he said happily. He nosed into her curly snatch.
"I'm afraid I'll fall...." she said hanging onto his head with both her hands.
"Sit down," he said gently pushing her back into the flowered chair.
She thought his animalistic actions of licking bottoms was horrible ... But, it felt so good to feel his hot breath seer up her wet, slippery crack. She did not want to participate in these actions. Her clit fluttered and her cunt spasmed. Her guts contracted.
She reasoned that if Bill wanted to, he could just as well tell his son about two times he had fucked her as one. It wasn't her idea. But, he had not forced her, either. Bill had ruined her and she knew it. She had not wanted to give up her virginity ... she had. She didn't want this big man to suck her ... but, she did not close her thighs. Was she really afraid he would tell his son? Or was it the fact that Bill was a terrific lover and she could not help herself? She detested the idea of sex ... before. Now, she was beginning to like it. Why kid herself? She absolutely adored having this man's head between her thighs. His tongue was so hot and thick and loving as it licked her touchy clit.
The more he licked, the more her lubricating juices flowed. The sounds of his sloppy mouth in her cunt thrilled her instead of repulsing her. The more she reacted, the more he did ... and she loved having this sexual power over him, or did he have it over her?
She leaned back in the overstuffed chair and put her heels on the seat cushion. She spread her thighs wide apart with her fingers, she separated her puffy, moist, labial lips. She looked down into her crotch and saw her tiny love bud poked up and out. It twitched madly. SHE WANTED ... SHE CRAVED ... SHE LUSTED FOR BILL'S BIG, THICK TONGUE. She couldn't fight the urge anymore!
Bill looked at the beautiful, young girl with glazed eyes. His big hands were on her hips. He was on his knees before his love child. He looked at her velvety pink cunt slit and shuddered with passion. He put his face to her crotch and ticked her clit with his burning tongue.
She tossed her head back completely engulfed with burning passion. She melted to his every whim and desire. She was helpless to resist any of his actions. She loved his tongue in her crack ... wiggling around her clit ... plunging into her liquid-drenched tunnel. She closed her eyes and stars ricochetted. Her body felt electrified to his every hot touch. She smelled her own feminine juices and heard Bill sloshing his mouth around her dripping, grasping, lustful cunt.
She punched her pelvis forward and upward to meet his jabbing tongue ... his hot, piercing tongue ... his thick, slobbery tongue.
SHE LOVED HIS SUCK JOB! SHE WAS WEAK WITH PASSION! HER BUBBLING CUNT SPASMED. HER HEART POUNDED UNTIL IT ROARED IN HER HEAD! SHE SHOT INTO ECSTASY...."
Bill never stopped his luscious mouth work on her madly fluttering clit and wildly spasming cuntal mouth. He soaked up her lovely, young, sweet cum. His tongue licked and lapped and jabbed.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH"' she said moaning.
Bill's thick, cum-drenched tongue worked its way to her button asshole and snubbed against it. He worked at stabbing his tongue into her tightly clamped rectum.
"OHHHHHH, I CAN'T STAND THE GLORY OF IT ALL...." she cried in a frenzy.
Bill put his fingers to her clit and juicing tube as his tongue worked her anus.
Mary squirmed and wiggled. She rotated her ass and whirlpooled her pelvis. Her cunt slobbered and drained. Her head whirled in ecstasy. Her wet, matted snatch cried for more!
Bill whipped out his stiff dong and stuck it to her hole. He pulled her pelvis to the edge of the chair and slammed his tough, rigid prick into her slobbering, juicy vagina. He humped her relentlessly.
His tough, rugged hands dug into her ass cheeks as his blood-gorged whip stick plummetted and pommelled her sweet, young, tight cunt.
She felt his hot, fevered face on her neck. She smelled her own cum on his manly face. She kissed him on the forehead and nibbled on his high cheekbones. She licked her own juices from his hard, rugged face.
She was possessed by this big man ... and she loved it! His stiff, fiery prick gouging and digging in ... his big hands stuck in her ass crack ... his rugged, hot face coated with her cum and spit ... his pelvis plowing into her ... FANTASTIC!
She felt his hot, singing balls swack into her ass crack. Her vaginal muscles clamped onto his beating, jack-hammering dick.
She squirmed and wiggled and dumped her cum onto his pounding dick.
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"
Bill jammed her again and again ... and shot his jet spray off deep inside the young girl's land of paradise. He held her close and still as his cock drained into her cunt. No screaming ... no clutching ... no frenzied movements ... just a steady stream of hot, soothing, creamy cum ... so wonderful, so glorious, so precious to her. She nearly fainted with happiness.
She was perfectly content. She was weak with spent passion. She relaxed every muscle in her young, tense body.
Bill kept his limp prick in her warm sopping furnace. He knew her mother liked to feel his prick go limp in her hole ... so he presumed this darling child would like it, too! Dear Mary was getting more like her sexy mother every day ... wonderful rotations on her butt ... her hunger for blow jobs ... like mother, like daughter! Bill trembled at the nice thought of fucking both the sex greedy mother and the lovely, daughter ... that was coming around just beautifully. His head spiraled to the stars.
"Oh, you're wonderful!" Mary said huskily.
"Hmmmmmmm," Bill moaned.
His rubbery dick fell out of her draining tunnel and he tucked his organ back into his pants. He rolled back on his butt and sat watching her sloppy cunt relieve itself of the mixture of their cum.
"You've spoiled me," Mary said weakly.
"Why?" he said.
"I hated you and sex and all the slop and mess ... Now, I love it!"
"That's good. I'm glad you had an orgasm...." he said and smiled warmly.
"I had more than one! How could I have ever thought cum and fuckin' and all that junk were dirty? It's heavenly!" She closed her brown eyes and looked like a bare-assed angel with her golden hair sprayed over the chair back.
"You're gonna be too much of a woman for my son...." Bill said.
"Oh, I imagine he's been around and knows what it's all about," she said smiling. "I do hope he's as good as you are!"
"I had a good teacher," Bill said thinking about Ivy.
Ivy had a way with words. She always told Bill just what she wanted and the way she wanted it and helped him to get it to her just that way. Of course, she liked just the way Bill socked it to her naturally ... but if she felt like having her clit sucked, she did not hesitate to tell him so.
Now, Bill took the ideas he had and the ones Ivy had and bombarded fifteen-year-old Mary with the whole conglomeration. Her reaction was beautiful! She loved every bit of it!
He didn't like the idea that his son would be fucking this luscious child. He had broken her in and he wanted her for his private stock. He forgot to realize he had a wife and this child's mother on the string, too. He also had a few quickies here and there. But, he was very possessive about this young, sweet child that he'd seduced and de-cherried.
"You're gonna wait for a while to marry Wilber, aren't you?" he asked. "You do have school and time to grow up," she said just what he wanted to hear. "With you around to take care of my fuckin's, I think I can wait ... for a lifetime if I have to. You do so well with me ... I may never marry your son."
"You're a sweet child," he said, hugging her warmly.
"And, you're one fine fuck!" she said, kissing him on the neck.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary lay in her fluffy white bed thinking. Her fingers flicked her bare nipples and she imagined it was Bill doing the touching. Her crotch warmed and she felt hot and flustered. The very thought of Bill's rugged face nosing around her cunt sent trickles of excitement shooting up and down her spine.
Her young, slender fingers slid down her flat belly to her damp snatch and into her slit. She even felt good to herself. Her labia and vaginal hole felt warm, smooth and velvety soft. The dampness dripping from her cunt added to her delight. She spread her legs farther apart and imagined her lover from next door to be between her legs ... watching and touching her sex organs.
She took her damp fingers and put them to her mouth and sucked her womanly juices. She smelled herself on her fingers. She tasted her own lubricating juices and suddenly realized she had never sucked a delicious, pounding cock! Maybe she was missing something!
She made up her mind that the next time she and Bill got together, which would be soon, she would experiment on his rugged, tough cock. She wasn't sure if she would like it or not ... at least, she knew she would never swallow his cum! That thought irked her. She did want to feel his thumping dick in her mouth, though.
Her own lubricating oils tasted good to her.
She thought about the control sex played in her life, and everybody's. Bill loved the chase and conquest. It kept him coming back for more ... regularly.
Then, it was different with Wilber. He was intrigued by a partial chase. Then, when his balls ached from desire, he always brought her home.
She couldn't lose for winning. She had the dudes from next door hot on her ass for more reasons than one. She loved it! She was getting all the attention from men she had missed getting from her father.
She wondered if her own father could ever appeal to her like Bill did? She had to laugh at the thought of fucking her own father. Man, that would shock the shit outa him! When he had left, she had been only eight years old. What would he think if he ever came back and was fucked by his fifteen-year-old daughter? He'd shit!
She smiled as she thoughtfully licked her cunt-drenched fingers. Such thoughts were low, trashy, filthy, and vile. She loved them! She snickered and pulled the covers up to her bare shoulders as she dug her fingers into her cunt. She pumped her hand in and out, in and out.
It was Bill doing the finger banging. She had better use two of her fingers to imagine one of his. She pumped her dripping cunt and splashed around in the juicy fluid.
She rotated her hips and swung them up to meet her working fingers.
She plunged her fingers in and out, in and out, in and out of her creaming tube and shot off in her own hand. She moaned her delight at her self-induced orgasm. Her thin body quivered and shook just like Bill wanted it to.
How wonderful to have a vivid imagination!
"Mary?" her mother's voice called.
Mary snuggled under the white, fluffy covers and pretended to be asleep. She knew her mother would have a fit if she knew Mary was playing with herself! She'd flip out if she knew Mary had a thing going with the old dude from next door. She had about shit when Mary told her she was going to marry Wilber. If her mother actually knew what her sweet, little innocent daughter was doing while she was at work, she would lock a chastity belt on her and throw away the key.
But mama didn't know. Mama was too busy maneuvering her own plans around to include getting fucked by Bill. She was depressed lately, because Bill had slacked off on his calls and secret meetings. Ivy suspected he had somebody else on the string. She would never have thought the somebody else was her own lovely, teenage daughter!
"Mary! Get up and get ready for school! It's late!" Ivy said in an irritated tone.
Mary dragged her cum-drained body out of bed and scuttled to the bathroom to clean up before her mom could smell any juices on her. Mary thought her mother ought to get fucked once in a while. Maybe she wouldn't be so irritable and grouchy all the time. Even her drinking with the girls had slacked off.
Mary wished her mother would get married! Then she wouldn't have to feel guilty about marrying Wilber and leaving her at home alone. Mary knew when she got married, she was gonna have a ball. She'd screw her young husband, and, for a change in pace, fuck his old man! Mary had a delicious future.
She felt badly that her mother was such a frump.
Her mother felt badly because she couldn't contact Bill for a screw date. It was early in the morning and Bill had not left for work yet. Maybe, if there was some way to get her needs over to him without upsetting her best friend Betty, she could let him know that her cunt needed a fuck.
While Mary got ready for school, Ivy went over to Betty's for a cup of coffee ... and to bump into Bill and remind him that she was still around ... and lonesome! Before she left, she stuck a screw into her pocket.
When she was over at Betty's house sipping coffee and trying to catch Bill's eye, she felt the big screw in her pocket.
Bill was engrossed in his breakfast and as usual Betty was blabbing away about something Ivy could care less about. Ivy had a problem in her crotch and she meant to solve it! The answer to her problem sat snarfing down bacon and eggs.
"Oh, I found this in the driveway," Ivy said nonchalantly. "I thought it might be something you needed...." She handed Bill the big screw.
Now, that's brazen as hell! Well, if the dumb shit don't take the hint from that, I don't know what to do. Poor, dumb Betty. I proposition her husband right under her nose and she's so stupid, she doesn't even know it! That's terrible of me to think of my best friend like that!
Bill took the screw and examined it carefully. "It might have fallen out of the cooler or somethin'."
Betty took the screw from her husband. "I can't think of where it might have come from."
"Well, anyway, you won't get a flat tire now," Ivy said. "I've done my good deed for the day. Now I can be nasty the rest of the day."
When Betty went to get the coffee pot, Bill winked at Ivy and nodded.
Ivy knew she would get a call from her stud service that night. After a cordial cup of coffee, she bounced home. She would have to talk to Bill about his lack of nooky. She was happy for the time being.
She went home and got Mary off to school. She felt like a school girl herself, but she had to go to work. She also had to wear clothes and jewelry that came off easily. She always slipped her earrings and any other feminine things into her purse ... just so she didn't lose them in Bill's truck. She was always careful about using lipstick or losing a bobby pin. She had developed all these little tricks since she had started fucking with Bill.
At times she resented it. She liked to smell good and look good for a man. However, sometimes that was impossible. Precautions were necessary when one dated a married man. If one didn't want her head shot off ... and Ivy didn't.
She could hardly wait for the evening hours when she would be with her Bill. She loved that man beyond reason. She had to know what was wrong between them, but she couldn't get so overbearing and dominant that she drove him away completely. She did wonder why he could not give her more of his fucking time. She cringed at the thought of him having somebody else, but she would even overlook her ... if only he would come across more for her!
Ivy was horny!
Meanwhile, at the high school, little Mary was having a ball! She was eyeing Brad across the room in biology.
The teacher was talking about worms ... tape, fluke, and ring.
Mary had reasoned out in her own little head, that if Wilber married her and found out she wasn't a virgin, what difference did it make if she had balled one man or several? Wilber would never know.
Mary had developed a fond lust for fucking. Bill had led her into sex ... not by force. He had blackmailed her a little, but he had never been mean or forceful beyond what she would tolerate. Now she had a taste for screwing and she constantly wanted more. She thought of broadening her scope of fuckers ... for the experience. She would save Wilber for a permanent relationship ... but, in the meantime, she decided to ball Brad.
She had always thought he was big man on campus. Now she decided to see if he really was the stud she thought. She had some experience behind her and she would put it to the test ... with Brad!
Wilber would never find out. Wilber was so much in love, he would never suspect his sweet Mary to be out hustling her schoolmates ... or his dad. Wilber trusted her! Wilber was so good and clean and pure. He was beyond reproach.
But right now Mary felt gutsy, dirty, and lustful! The closest person to her that she wanted to ball was Brad. And he was smiling at her.
She'd shake him out of his shoes before the day was over.
The teacher babbled on and on about how fluke worms spread....
Mary smiled across the room at Brad. He winked at her.
She noticed she had something this year at school which she didn't have last year. Maybe, experience had something to do with it ... and she glowed when she thought about fucking and seemed to radiate a rosiness to all the boys.
She saw that Brad's pants were tented.
That's most of the battle. He's got a hard-on. He's thinkin'.
Her thoughts rambled about where to screw Brad. In his car? Back of the gym? On a classroom floor? In the cafeteria? On the football field? In the boys bathroom? With lots of other boys watchin'? That would be groovy and she decided to fuck him just that way. Now, she had to get him to carry her books before she could get him to screw her in the boys' John.
Her heart palpitated at her wicked thoughts. Only, she did not think her thoughts were wicked any more ... just good, dirty, seductive, lustful thoughts.
Her crotch itched with desire, and she licked her lips. Maybe she would suck his big cock? Maybe not. She had no experience in cocksuckin'. She had better try that with Bill before she tackled the young studs. Straight fucking was what she would do ... and if he wanted to lick her cunt, that was fine. She really grooved on blow jobs!
She actually had no experience with guys her own age. All she had screwed was her horny neighbor. He was old enough to be her father. She squirmed on her firm, little ass as she thought about balling a young, stiff stud. She wanted to compare an old man with a young buck. What would the difference be, if any? There had to be some ... at least Brad didn't have heavy laugh lines around his eyes. His skin was smooth and clear. Apparently he didn't think life was so funny as did Bill.
Life was drastic for a teenager as Mary well knew. She had her highs and then she had the lows so far down it wasn't funny. She had to smile as she wondered if Bill ever got depressed. She doubted it. His eyes twinkled and his leathery wrinkles proved it. He was a devil and she loved it. Maybe she could bring a little sunshine into Brad's life so when he was an old man like Bill, he would have the same kind of face.
The bell rang and everybody closed books and hurried out of the science class. So much for fluke worms this day. On to other, more interesting worms.
Mary wondered if there was such a thing as "pants worms".
"Hi," Brad said sauntering up beside her. "Hi, yourself," she said and smiled. "Terrific class, huh?"
"I've always been terribly interested in worms," she said, and giggled.
"Can I walk you to your next class?" he asked.
"Yeah. I gotta go to my locker first," she said, purring her delight. It was flattering to have a varsity football player at her side.
"What you got next?" he asked, reaching for her books. His hand accidentally brushed her boob.
"I'm sorry," he said.
She nodded. Perfectly honest accident. She didn't know that Brad and his buddies made a habit of walking down the halls between classes and accidentally brushing against girls. At the other end of the hall they always compared notes. This one had brushed so many young asses and tits, and this one had done the same to this many. A little game they all played. Of course, if a girl gave them a dirty look, they always apologized for their awkwardness. Then they compared and laughed.
"I thought I'd. ditch next period," Mary said. "But, golly, I don't know what to do with the hour."
"I don't have any more classes. I could buy you a coke if you wanted one," he said, strutting his slender, manly chest. His pants tented.
Mary smiled coyly. "I'd like that."
She was flattered by his attention ... after all, he had barely spoken to her the year before. Here he was a senior and carrying her books. She was off to a good start on her seduction bit.
She opened her locker and dumped her books.
Brad leaned against the other lockers and tossed his long, brown hair back over his shoulders. His brown eyes gazed at the slender blonde as she closed her locker.
They walked together to the snack shack. She sat on a cement bench and waited for him to bring her a coke. She crossed her legs seductively. She knew she was bare up to her ass. She had seen other girls do this, and she had noticed the guys standing at such an angle they hoped they could get a glimpse of pussy or ass. She adjusted herself on her ass to where she had the desired affect. She tossed her head and her blonde hair fell down her back like a golden cascade in the bright sunlight.
"Here you are," Brad said handing her the drink.
"Thanks," she said.
Silence.
"Got practice today?" she asked. He nodded.
Other youngsters scurried to classes. She drank her coke. "What time?" she asked.
"After last period."
"What do you usually do this period?"
"Study."
"Oh, I hate to interfere with your studies," she said.
"I can do it tonight," he said. He dropped his empty cup on the ground.
"Naughty, naughty," she said and smiled. "Litter."
She nodded, and her hair shimmered brightly.
Brad bent over to reach for the cup. His eyes slyly took in the view of her long, shapely legs ... clear up to her ass. He picked up the paper cup and took it to the trash can.
Sweet Mary thought he would burst the front of his tight Levi's. She smiled.
"Well, guess I better go," she said standing up.
"Want me to take you home?" he asked.
"On your bike?" she asked and giggled.
"I have a car!" he said casually but loudly.
"Really? What kind?" She already knew it was a green Datsun.
They walked together toward the senior parking lot, and he slipped his arm around her waist as he went into detail about HIS car.
She smiled at the boy and rubbed her hip against his as they walked. She looked him straight in the eye.
"There it is, over there," he said proudly. "So pretty," she said purring against his young, warm body.
"I'll take you for a little ride before I take you home. Unless your mom expects you."
"I'm early today. Remember? I cut class."
He flushed. "Yeah." He shifted his weight from one big foot to another.
"Wanna go for a ride?" he asked stammering. "Yeah. First I gotta pee," she said, crossing her legs.
"I'll wait for you," he said.
"I don't know if I can make it," she said.
He looked around. Nobody was around.
"Can't you get over to the girls' gym?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"A bush? All that's around here is a bush...."
"Or the boys' gym," she said.
"There's no girls' can in there!"
"You could stand by the door and watch if anybody's coming," she said. Inside she tingled with wicked glee.
"The coach would bust me if I took a girl in there," he said.
"You're not taking me I am!" She started in the door.
"You can't go in there!" Brad said.
"Why not? I'm doin'it!"
"Mary!" he said tugging on her arm.
"I gotta go! You gonna watch or not?" she said, storming into the big gym.
"The coach'll have a spasm!" he said following the slim girl.
"He won't even know," she said hurrying across the slickly polished floor.
"God, I hope not. I won't be on the team any more," he said muttering under his breath.
Brad followed the young blonde into the John. He wrung his hands nervously. His eyes darted around to see if any of the guys were around.
Mary walked past the urinals to the toilets. She hiked up her short skirt, pulled down her bikini panties and squatted on the toilet. The sound of her tinkle attracted Brad's attention.
"Oh, God damn!" he said clutching his pounding prick while he looked around to see if anybody else was in the the empty bathroom.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked from her perch on the toilet.
"We gotta get outa here!" he said frantically.
"The way you're squeezing your crotch, I thought you had to take a leak," she said.
"I do, but the way I feel, I gotta shit!"
"Scared?" she asked teasing him.
"WILL YOU HURRY UP AND GET OFF THE CAN!" he said as loud as he could whisper. He looked around in fear.
"Let her sit there. I think she looks neat on the John," a voice said from right behind Brad.
"I'd rather she was sittin' on this John," another voice said.
"Shit!" Brad was terrified. "Where's the coach?"
"He's still out. He's busy with the freshmen."
"GOD DAMN IT, MARY, GET OFF THE TOILET!" Brad said frantically.
"What's with you guys? Haven't you ever seen a girl pee?" She had her mini up around her waist.
"HER SNATCH IS GOLDEN, TOO!" one guy said.
"Shit on her snatch! Come on, Mary!" Brad went to her and grabbed her hand. He pulled her up off the toilet and dragged her away.
"Can I pull my panties up?" she asked, shuffling along behind him.
"Do it later," Brad said not thinking.
"Well, okay, if you don't care if you drag a bare-assed girl through the parking lot," she said and giggled.
The other boys stood looking at her neat, little, golden nest and round, bare butt.
"Let her alone," one guy said.
"You get caught with her in here! Not me!" Brad let go of her hand and started to the door.
"If we do this right, we can all have a look. Hey, man, look at what you're leavin' behind!"
Brad turned and there stood Mary with her skirt up and her pants down ... in the boys's John.
"Shit! Any place but here! God, your timin's rotten," he said to the smiling girl.
"Oh, I'd say it was alright. All three of you've got hard-ons," she said looking from one tented crotch to the other to the other.
"I've always got a hard-on. I sort of follow my cock around!"
"Ever try usin' it?" she asked.
"I'll use it on you, but not here!"
Brad was a nervous wreck. His dark eyes darted around. His hand clutched his beating cock. His long hair flew around as he turned his head from side to side.
"What's wrong with here?" she said smiling warmly.
She loved seeing the boy squirm. "You crazy?"
"Just hot," she said rotating her bare hips seductively.
"Oh, shit!" he said moaning.
"Your friends'll watch," she said.
"You bet," they said in unison.
"Not us! for somebody...." she said, stepping out of her panties and stuffing them into her purse.
"Go ahead! Fuck her!" the taller boy said clutching his crotch.
"I can't. There's not time!"
"How much time you need? Shit, I'll do it for you!" The short, stocky kid whipped out his stud pole and walked over to Mary.
"Damn it! Let her alone! She's my girl!" Brad said.
"Since when?" the stocky lad asked. "Since right now!"
"Sure. Let a girl drop her pants and she's Brad's girl."
"If you guys wanna, I'll let you all flick me," Mary said, delighted that she had three rock-hard dicks in front of her.
"What's wrong with you?" Brad asked.
"Nothing. I just happen to like screwing," she said.
She thought she would really be dirty and drippy if all three of these guys decided to screw her. She cringed at the thought of being one of the guys and sticking a rod into cum from somebody else. But she wasn't one of the guys. All she had to do was take one young, hard prick at a time and feel it beat and pound into her cunt.
"What time is it?" Brad asked.
"One-forty," one guy said.
"We got ten minutes," Brad said.
"We could've had more time than that if you'd shut up!" the stocky guy said advancing toward Mary's gleaming, golden pussy. "It won't take me a minute to fuck this girl."
His eyes gleamed and his hard prick stood tall.
"I think Brad should be first ... since I'm his girl," Mary said.
"Jesus Christ, take a number," the tall youth said.
"Come on, Brad, get your whang out here and fuck her!" the short, stubby guy said. Brad hesitated. "Damn it! MOVE!"
Brad trotted over to Mary and whisked out his rigid, pounding stick.
"Hmmmmmmm, looks delicious," Mary said, eyeing the young, hard, stiff, jutting prick.
"Oh, shit, lady, you ain't gonna eat it!"
She winked. "You never know."
"Oh, God, my balls ache!" the tall youngster said.
"Hurry up, man," Stubby said, all but helping Brad.
"Bullshit! We ain't got time!" Brad said
"Oh, yes, we have," Mary said.
She jumped on the standing youth and wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt the steam from his hot organ seethe into her vaginal crack.
Brad regained his balance after having her one hundred pounds heaped on his slim body. His hands went around her waist and he held her tight against him.
She slipped down ... down ... down onto his rock-hard dick. She sucked in her breath as his thick, beating prick slipped into her slobbering hole. She felt his pelvis swing into her crotch.
"Neat! Really good!" she said sighing with happiness.
She looked over his shoulder and saw Stubby holding his thick, fat dick in his hands ... ready.
She jumped up and down on Brad's thick dick and shrieked her delight when he shot off his load with only a couple of quick thrusts of his beating prick. She hugged him tight around the neck and kissed his ears. Her teeth nibbled and nipped on his earlobes as she felt his sperm spray up into her bubbling, hot pussy. Her clit fluttered wildly and her cunt mouth spasmed. Her hot, gushing, cum-filled tube contracted. Her gut sucked in.
"Come on, man! Stubby said.
Brad had not quit shaking when Stubby lifted Mary off his spent penis and thrust her onto his.
Brad's lubricating cum made it easy for Stubby to jam his fat, thick, short cock into Mary's cunt.
She thought his fat, thick stump would tear her side ways. He punched into her cream filled tunnel. She loved the feeling of being spread ... spread ... so wide apart, ... her hole stretched ... so tight over his fat, heavy dong.
She bounced happily on his stumpy prick because no matter how hard she whammed down on his stiff prick, she was unhurt. She joyfully accepted the fact Stubby was gonna play hell with the sides of her vagina. She did not feel his blood-filled peter hammer at her uterus but she felt the active stimulation of his shaft on her cunt muscles. His thick hands held her slim body securely on his peter and he pushed her swiftly down and up on his pulsating pecker.
His staying power was no better than Brad's and he shot off his jism just as rapidly. His sturdy legs supported their weight for the short time she was stuck in the hole by his rod.
The tall lad lifted her off Stubby's stubby dick and slipped her onto his long, thin, stiff stick.
She felt his super long dong pound up to her guts. He thrust his whang into her flooded furnace and pierced her tube again and again.
Mary felt like a deliciously desirable bitch. She jumped on the tall boy's humping dick and shouted for glee. Just like riding a smooth, slick, slippery horse. She tingled happily when he, too, shot off in a matter of seconds.
He put her on the floor and tucked his dripping cock into his pants. Stubby had already zipped up his pants and Brad was fuming mad.
Brad grabbed her hand, pulled her skirt down over her sloppy, matted snatch and dragged her outside to the senior parking lot.
She felt the cum from the three studs leak down her thighs. Her pussy lips sloshed as they rubbed together. Her pussy was sticky.
"It wasn't as good as I thought it would be ... being fucked by three big men on campus...." she said, walking like she had a cob up her ass. The cum still dripped.
"What the hell are you bitching about? Christ, you had three guys within ten minutes. What more could you want?" Brad dragged her to his car.
"I didn't cum," she said woefully.
"So?"
"You dumb ass! The girl is supposed to enjoy it, too!" She slumped in his car.
"I thought you had one hellofa good time the way you were jumping up and down on one cock after the other," he said. He grumbled as he started up the car.
She sat uncomfortable in her puddle of cum. "It's still dirty and messy...." she said softly. "What the hell did you expect?"
"More than what I got!"
"We didn't have time!"
"You didn't know what you were doing, either!"
"I fucked you!"
"There's more to it than that!" she said.
"Tell me about it, Miss Experience," he said sarcastically.
"If you have to be told, you just ain't got what it takes." She leaned back and smiled.
She could almost reach an orgasm if she just thought about Bill. If she really concentrated on his big dick and his tongue fuckin' and fantastic blow jobs ... she could shoot off.
"And another thing, you guys all cum too soon!" she said indignantly.
"Where do you get all your information? Been reading books?"
"Experience," she said haughtily. She crossed her arms.
"Shit!" He drove to her street and turned.
"Come back and see me sometime when you know what you're doin'." She got out of the car and slammed the door.
"Don't bend over or your bare ass'll be hangin' out," Brad said sarcastically.
"I'm sure somebody around here would know what to do with it," she said.
"Why're you mad?" he asked.
"With three of you bangin' my hole, and it was no good," she said.
"Next time, I'll work you up. That's what you want? Shit, Mary, we didn't have time for anything. We fucked you and that was what you wanted."
"See you around," she said and strutted toward her door.
She knew he was watching so she lifted her skirt up and wiggled her bare buns at him.
"I'll pick you up at eight tonight! I'll show you!" he hollered after her.
She flipped him off as she disappeared into her mobile home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary decided to go into sexual seclusion. She wouldn't even see Wilber with whom she had no sex. Men were dirty anf filthy. All they wanted was a fuck, and they didn't care if she had an orgasm or not. All she got out of the deal of screwing around at the high school was cum dripping down her legs ... sticky, smelly old jism. It just wasn't worth the effort. Nobody loved her except stupid Wilber, and he wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole.
Maybe she should marry Wilber and feel clean about screwing. How could she feel clean with a sloppy hole and crack? And if Wilber was as dumb about fucking as those high school boys, to hell with it!
She thought Bill was the only decent fucker she knew and he was old enough to be her father and then some. To him she was second fiddle after his wife. She didn't care for that idea, either.
The whole sex scene stunk!
She would have no part of any of it! She would go to school and study for the convent. They probably wouldn't have her, either!
What a lousy way to spend a Saturday morning. She decided to rip into the housework and get her mind off her troubles. She flipped the radio on loud, blasting hard-rock and trotted into the bedroom to make her bed.
Another dumb thing was that her mother had to work again this Saturday ... statements or something. Mary didn't like having her mother work on the weekends. She liked to take trips to the mountains and the snow. The two of them had not gotten to the mountains this year like they usually did.
If her idiot father hadn't left, things would be different! Mary hated her father with a passion. She thought her whole young body was filled with hatred for this man that had gone off and left her and her mother. She hoped she would see the bastard someday and could tell him just what she thought of a man who would go off and leave his family like he had done. The rat!
The music blared and Mary jerked up her white, ruffled bed. She thought about the first time Bill had come over and fucked her in that bed ... and made her bleed from losing her cherry. It all seemed so long ago. She had hated him and the messy balling. She had hated the idea she was no longer a virgin and considered herself ruined.
Now, she did not give a damn! She wouldn't be able to have sex in the convent, anyway. She would be safe from all the wicked men and boys in the world. Mostly, she would be safe from herself. She could not wonder when Bill would appear on the scene for a ball job and she would not be after young studs in the boys' gym. A life as a nun had a lot to offer!
She was startled by a man's voice behind her.
"Hi, Mary," the tall, slim man said softly.
"Uncle Don!" she said. She whirled around, nearly losing her young breast out of her flimsy nightie.
That would never do because her Uncle Don was the closest thing to being a monk that she knew. Even if she did lose her breast out of her nightie, he wouldn't notice ... He was so holy.
She ran to the slender man and hugged him close to her body. Maybe he could tell her how to get into a convent.
"I knocked, but you didn't answer the door. Probably the music," he said distastefully. He didn't approve of rock.
"I'll turn it down," she said, leading the black-suited man out into the living room.
"A well developed young lady like yourself shouldn't be running around like THAT," he said, surveying her slim body.
"I wasn't RUNNING AROUND. I thought I was alone," Mary said.
She turned off the radio and sat down on the couch next to the straight, stiff man.
"Where's your mother?" he asked, trying not to look at the low cut nightie.
"She's working," Mary said, pulling one leg up on the couch to turn and face her religious fanatic uncle.
"Ahem, when will she be home?"
"About noon," Mary said flicking her long, golden hair over her nearly bare shoulders.
"I must speak to her about your clothes," he said, looking straight ahead.
"You've seen me before in my nightie," Mary said.
"My, but you are growing up," he said, sneaking a peek out of the corner of his eye.
"You noticed?" she asked, chuckling wickedly.
"How could I not notice," he said, putting his hands on his knees and nonchalantly rubbing the sweat off his palms.
"Tell me, Uncle Don, do you think I'd make a good nun?" she asked.
"No, I don't!" he said emphatically.
"Why?" she asked, moving closer to her dear uncle.
"I do believe you're obsessed with your body," he said, keeping his eyes glued to the opposite wall.
"Well, what am I supposed to do with my body? I have it, and I can't seem to get rid of it," she said, inching up on her uncle.
"You could cover it up!" He squirmed.
"I'm not ashamed of me," she said, smiling.
"You have a lovely body ... but you should not flaunt it," the man said, still rubbing his palms on his black trousers.
"I'm not. You're my uncle," she said. "I don't go to town like this! This's in the privacy of my own home!"
"But I'm a man...." he said.
"You're my uncle," she said.
"I'm still a man," he said grimly.
"Dear Uncle. I do believe you're thinking nasty thoughts!" she said and giggled.
"I am not! How dare you imply such a thing!"
"If you're not, how come you're so uptight?" she asked.
"I'm perfectly relaxed."
Mary didn't think so. He sat so straight and stiff that if he bent to tie a black shoelace, he would probably break in half.
She grinned wickedly.
She wondered if her uncle could be had? So much for her plans to go to the convent. Well, if later she decided to go nobody would ever know she had fucked her holy uncle. He certainly wouldn't tell them. He would probably go home and pray for forgiveness for the next ten years, which would keep him out of circulation for a while.
The thought of fucking her stiff uncle thrilled her. Maybe she was a worker for the devil, who knows? She was sure if his dick was even half as stiff as he was, he'd be a good screw.
"I'm sorry, dear uncle," she said in a fake apology.
"May God forgive you," he said, raising his thin hand.
"I want you to forgive me," she said dropping her head to his lap.
Her hot breath seared into his crotch.
He couldn't move! He was enjoying his reaction to his young niece.
"You really should ask God for forgiveness ... not me," he said, nearly choking on the words.
His hand reached for her bare back, but he quickly retracted it.
Mary blew her hot breath into his crotch. She smiled wickedly into his black pants.
Uncle Don knew he shouldn't react to the youngster's face pressed into his hot crotch. After all, she was a child. She had just fallen on him in that position. She was so young, she probably didn't realize the discomfort she was causing him ... and if he intended to save her soul, he certainly could not, WOULD NOT, react to her young face. He felt her hot breath sear through the worn, black material and at that particular time he wished he believed more in indulging in material things ... like a thicker pair of pants. He knew he had to get her warm, young face away from his saintly pecker immediately!
"I forgive you," he said hoarsely.
"Oh, thank you, Uncle," she said, lifting her tousled head.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth.
Uncle Don was trying to control himself. He hadn't been in a situation like this for years. Not since he was young and wild and wicked and out for a piece of ass every night. Now his young niece was reactivating all his suppressed craving for a cunt. No! He must not permit it! After all, look how good the Lord had been to him since he had given up drinking and screwing. He had a lovely home full of gorgeous antiques. His bed alone was worth a fortune. It was old and hand carved with tall bedposts. The bed stood about three or four feet off the floor and was absolutely beautiful! It was also very empty.
He had given up all meat. He had not had a good steak since he had become a vegetarian. Also, he had not chewed a good piece of ass for as long. He felt he was doing right in his becoming a vegetarian. After all, didn't the Bible say the men who ate pumice were much better off than those that drank the king's wine and ate the king's meat?
Oh, yes, his body felt much better now.
He quivered as he watched young, sweet Mary walk out into the kitchen in her flimsy nightie. He could almost she her round ass. He strained a little and adjusted his glasses.
"I'll make some coffee," Mary said, turning to look at dear uncle. She saw him straighten up and look back at the blank wall. She smiled.
"I don't drink coffee," he said solemnly.
"Oh, that's right. You don't smoke, either, do you?" she asked.
"Absolutely not! I shall not contaminate this body of mine which is the temple of God, for a dirty cigarette. Terrible!"
"Oh?"
"I would take a glass of juice, if you have one. Preferably iced." He needed something to cool him down. His saintly prick was giving him fits.
Mary poured him a glass of grape juice and hoped it wasn't too close to wine to contaminate her uncle. She brought the frosty glass to him and bent over in front of him to serve him.
Her young breasts, capped with delicious, cherry-pink nipples showed clearly as she did so.
Uncle Don nearly lost his drink in his lap as he gaped down her neck to see her firm, smooth tits.
"Careful, Uncle Don, you're gonna spill your juice," she said in a naughty voice. She stood up.
He gulped down the juice and handed her the empty glass.
"Another?" she asked, putting her hand on her hip and thrusting her young boobs tightly against her gown.
"Yes. I do believe it's hotter today than I thought." He swallowed hard.
Mary swung her shapely hips as she went to the kitchen for more.
God forgive me, but I'm gonna look at her breasts again!
He adjusted his suddenly too tight pants.
Mary came back and sat close to her uncle on the couch as she handed him his juice.
His heart sunk since he could not see her lovely pink nipples. He licked his lips before he drank. If he could not have her nipples, which he wanted, he would enjoy the juice. What was the matter with him anyway? He had managed to suppress his sexual lusts for years ... not counting the times he had jacked off.
Ever since he had found the lord ... right after his young sweetheart had died in childbirth ... he had not messed around with any female. He figured it did not hurt anyone if he beat meat. That did not count. He could not be the cause of anyone's death if he sprayed his potent cum on himself.
There had been times in his life he wished he could have died with his young girl friend. If he had only married her ... he could have been with her instead of sneaking around to find out what had happened. She had died in disgrace never telling anyone who the father of her child was. She had been alone. She had been so beautiful, much like his lovely niece.
He had taken to drinking profusely. He had gone home and taken his sexual frustrations out on his hand. He decided he would never be the cause of such a tragic situation again. Never would he touch a woman again. He had for years prayed to God for forgiveness of his weakness in not coming forth to claim the child his darling girl friend had died in giving life to.
He had also prayed to God to make him free of his wicked lust for sexual fulfillment. He went to sleep at night with his hard prick resting on his Bible. Uncle Don had done fairly well in the years that had passed.
He went to X-rated movies. Nobody knew about that. He worked his own cock with his hands and licked his cum off his fingers. That was a secret, too. He cried himself to sleep at night wanting ... lusting ... craving a cunt. But, he would not yield to the temptation of screwing a woman. He had shoved his super hard dong into his bitch a couple of times ... and no one knew about that, either.
To all appearances, he was a holy man of God with a big house and a special interest in a young girl that was the illegitimate daughter of an old friend ... who died having her.
Uncle Don never told the girl he was her father. He did, however, help her in any way he could. He suffered painfully, every time he saw the teenage girl. She looked remarkably like her dead mother. He had loved her mother so very much. He still dreamed about her at night. His love haunted him ... but he would never admit anything to anybody. He suffered in silence.
Now here he was. He sat on the flowered couch next to a lovely girl that reminded him so much of his lost love ... and his unclaimed daughter. He squirmed uncomfortably. Sweat stood out on his forehead. He drank the juice.
He knew he was weak. He had proved that to himself over the years by his cowardly actions. He was weakening now. He felt the heat radiate from his niece's body as she scooted close to him.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Early," she said.
"What were you doing or planning on doing when I came?"
"I was just thinking of joining a convent," she said.
"Why would a lovely child like you want to do that?"
She shrugged.
"Only people who have had some tragic experience in life become so dedicated to the Lord.
Do you know you would have to give up your home and family and all the good things in life?
For what?"
"What tragic experience did you have?" she asked him bluntly.
He squirmed. "None. I just felt a calling."
"Maybe I do, too."
"You might be disgusted about something, right now. But, such a lovely child as you...." he choked on the lump in his throat as he looked yearningly at his niece.
"You said something about flaunting the flesh and evil and all that stuff," Mary said, teasing.
"Yes, I did." He couldn't find any reason now why such a flawlessly perfect little girl should not flaunt. He licked his lips.
"I'm just gonna cover up with a shroud and dedicate myself, like you have," she said with a gleam in her eye.
"Think of all the people you'll be denying pleasure," the holy man said sadly.
"All the people? You think I'm gonna be a slut?"
"No! I just meant that...." He couldn't go on.
He remembered how beautiful his girl friend was ... like Mary.
"I'll be pleasing God! Isn't that all that matters?"
"Couldn't you please God by being a warm, loving, sweet girl, wife and mother? I'm sure He'd be just as happy with you like that." He looked hungrily at the slip of beauty who sat soooo close to him on the couch.
She threw her arms around her uncle's neck and mocked crying as she pressed against his slim, stiff body.
She wasn't completely sold on fucking, but this holier-than-thou person had to be had. She would drag him off his lofty perch and screw the shit out of him. Then she would see what he had to say.
"Oh, Uncle ... I've been so disappointed with life," she said, sobbing against his warm neck.
"Now, now, dear," he said, stroking her long blonde hair.
"Oh, Uncle ... help me to be as good a person as you are," she said looking him in the steel gray eyes. She pressed her young, firm domes against his rough, black suit.
"I can't," he said and moaned.
He had to get out of this place whether he saw his sister or not. He couldn't sexually touch his lovely niece. What if he got her pregnant and she died? He couldn't bear the pain.
Panic surged within his shaking body. He had to run! He had to get away from this lovely, seductive child. She was so innocent she did not realize what she was doing to him. He was her uncle and should not be thinking about her the way he was ... and his prick should be soft and relaxed. But it wasn't!
"I've gotta go," he said, tearing himself free of her arms.
"You just got here! You've gotta see mom!" She sat up, startled.
If she let him get away, she was defeated in bringing down this man that thought he was so good. She had to fuck her uncle. The ones that had fucked her made her feel dirty and sloppy. Now, for her indirect revenge, she had to make a good person feel the same way.
"Really, I must run," he said, heading toward the door.
"Mom'll feel so bad if she doesn't get to see her only brother. It's been so long since you visited us.
Please?" Mary asked in a begging voice.
Uncle Don tried to adjust his pants so Mary would not notice. Otherwise his dick would be up to his throat and his balls hung high.
"Could I use your bathroom?" he asked.
"Sure."
She watched the tall man walk stiffly down the hall to the can. Her crotch itched with desire. Why, if she didn't like sex, should she feel such a wicked craving for hard cock? She did not know. She was certain that she would fuck her uncle. That was definite!
Uncle Don closed the bathroom door behind him and ripped his pants off as he headed toward the toilet. He sat on the toilet and his slim fingers latched onto his pulsating prick. He worked his hard cock up and down rapidly. His aching balls hung over the toilet bowl as he beat meat. His slender fingers ticked his sensitive cockhead while the other hand worked his hefty stem. He panted and gasped for breath. He worked his pelvis in a rocking motion on the toilet seat. He closed his eyes and thrilled at how wonderful his hand job was ... and how neat it would be if his young niece's cunt was around his beating, pounding whang instead of his own hot hand.
He felt the surge of oncoming cum well up in his blood-gorged dick. He shook violently. His hand jerked double time and he shot off his saintly, holy juice into his clutching hand. His body jerked and spasmed on the toilet seat.
He finally relaxed and slid his sopping hand on his withering dick until he felt nothing but stickiness.
His spent shaft hung over his withered nuts in the toilet bowl and he licked his fingers free of his sticky cum. He wouldn't mess around with his beautiful niece. He would jack off every time he went into the bathroom to avoid causing her any hardships. He wouldn't make an incestuous child out of one who was such an angel ... truly ... such an angel like his dead sweetheart.
He would rather die than hurt dear Mary! And he might just do that drowning in a sea of his spent cum to avoid planting it in her young, sweet, tender, warm body.
He stood up and tucked his soft peter into his pants and washed his hands. He straightened his slender shoulders and walked out to face another period of sheer torture. He said a short prayer and begged for the strength he needed.
He walked up the hall toward the living room and peeked into the bedroom as he did so. He stood entranced as he saw his young niece stark naked amidst the white ruffles. She was bent over with her back to the door and he sucked in his breath as he gazed at her smooth white buns and tiny asshole.
His body shook! He clutched his crotch and watched as she strutted in her room. She picked up her bra and turned slightly to put it on.
His eyes bugged out as he saw her stuff her round, smooth tits with the gorgeous pink nipples into her white lace bra. Her creamy soft hips housed her lovely, delicious, golden snatch. He saw her curly, shimmering pussy disappear under white lace panties.
He gulped and whined low in his throat. His hand pushed down inside his pants and he grabbed his throbbing, stiff stick. He clutched his pulsating prick tight enough in hopes he could choke the thing to death.
He watched her slip on a pair of blue jeans and he saw a trace of her ass crack as she bent over to stick a foot in a pantleg.
He cried his pain to himself.
When she slipped on a faded, blue blouse, he turned and ran to the bathroom ... holding his beating, pounding dong.
He closed the door and quickly whipped out his pounding prick. His well trained hands worked his full, thick dick to a quick orgasm. He stood shaking like a dog in heat while he shot off his load.
His hot, thick cum bathed his hands and fingers and he groaned his pleasure. His body shook and wracked.
The weak man pulled himself together, washed his hands, tucked in his limp dong, straightened his shoulders one more time. He walked to the living room and sat stiffly on the flowered couch. He didn't know how many times he would have to run to the bathroom and jack off but, if his own discomfort saved his precious niece ... he would do it!
Mary came bouncing down the hall and smiled at her dear uncle.
"I guess I'll make some sandwiches for lunch," she said.
"Fine, fine, you do that," he said.
"I think I'll make tuna fish ... I love the smell of tuna fish," she said.
Uncle Don didn't like fish ... he was a vegetarian ... and, besides, tuna fish smelled like cunt. He absolutely could not eat tuna salad without thinking he was chewing up her cunt. Even the smell thrilled him as she opened the can.
"Since you don't, or can't, eat tuna salad, I'll just fix you a salad," Mary said working busily in the kitchen.
"Fine, fine," Uncle Don said squirming.
His nostrils flared at the smell of the fish. His crotch burned and throbbed. He knew it was only a matter of time and he would have to go to the bathroom again ... for another hand job. His nuts ached.
Mary picked up a piece of tuna and stuck it into her mouth.
"That's so good," she said licking her lips.
She took a dill pickle and shoved it into her mouth and retracted it several times. In and out of her mouth went the thick pickle.
Uncle Don swallowed hard and closed the sight out of his eyes. He grabbed his crotch. It was as if she was sucking his cock. He licked his lips as the smell of fish filled his nose.
Mary saw the effects of her pickle sucking and smiled wickedly. She knew she would have her uncle before the day was over. She enjoyed seeing him grab his crotch, and her own simmered and juiced. She noted that his face reflected a painful longing for cunt or was it that he just lusted for a pickle and tuna salad? She laughed. She felt her vaginal mouth slobber.
The front door opened, and in walked Ivy.
"Donald!" she shrieked and ran to her brother. She grabbed him and hugged and kissed the man who was already in agony.
"Hi, sis," he managed to say.
"It's been so long! What're you doing in town?" She sat beside her brother.
"I wanted to see you and Mary," he said, trying to shake himself into decent behavior.
Ivy noticed her brother's pants were tented. She looked at her sweet daughter who was busy making sandwiches in the kitchen. She decided he had a pee hard-on. What else from such a pious man?
Ivy hugged her brother close to her and pressed her full, round domes against his chest.
"I'm so glad to see you," she whispered hotly into his ear.
He looked over her head and saw Mary still sucking a pickle.
His beating, hard, blood-filled cock wiggled and shot off in his pants. He tried to control his breathing as his soft, warm sister hugged him. His face was fevered and wet with sweat.
Ivy looked at her holy brother.
"You feel so hot. I think you've got the flu. You look pale. Do you feel alright?" she asked.
"As a matter-of-fact, I don't feel too well," he said wiping his face.
"Maybe you ought to lie down," Ivy said, moving from the couch.
"I'll get him a pillow and blanket," helpful Mary said.
She stuck the pickle halfway into her mouth and went to her room. She came back with her pillow and a soft, billowy quilt. The pickle was still securely halfway in her mouth.
Uncle Don groaned and looked away from the child. His crotch was wet and sticky. He was sure one of the females would smell his spent cum. He rolled over on his side away from them.
Mary tucked her quilt around her uncle ... careful to lean close to him and brush against his face, neck and hips.
"Poor dear," Ivy said. , Uncle Don moaned as he smelled the tuna on Mary's hands.
Mary noticed his hip move slightly as she tucked the quilt in. She smiled.
Ivy was so glad to see her brother, but she had a date with Bill that afternoon. She was in a dilemma as to what to do. She should stay home with her sick brother, but her crotch longed for a fuck from her lover.
She had had it all planned. She was going to tell Mary she had to go back to the bank and work after lunch. That had bothered her, too. She hated to leave Mary alone all the time, but she only got so much time with Bill when his wife was otherwise occupied. She hadn't fucked Bill in what she considered a long time.
Now her dear brother was here for a visit. Maybe he would sleep all afternoon if he was sick, and Mary could certainly take care of him. After all, Ivy would only be gone part of the afternoon. But it was rude to go off and fuck a neighbor when she had company. What was she to do? Her cunt dribbled in desire for Bill's prick. She fretted as she choked down a tuna sandwich.
Mary smiled gleefully as she carefull watched her uncle twist and turn on the couch. She guessed she could practice her blow job techniques on him and not wait for Bill. Her uncle was so straight, he wouldn't know a good blow from a bad one, so it was safe for her. He would not put her down for her feeble attempts because he would be too tied up confessing to the Lord and begging forgiveness. Yes, he would be a good candidate for cock to suck.
It seemed to Uncle Donald that the whole atmosphere was full of the smell of hot, seething cunt. Damn tuna fish!
Ivy sipped her coffee and looked at her watch. She had to meet Bill shortly.
"Got an appointment?" Mary asked her mother.
"Well, actually, I have to go back to work."
"This afternoon?" Mary asked.
"Yeah, and I feel terrible about it. I felt bad enough when I figured I had to leave you alone ... and now to have Donald here visiting ... I really feel bad," Ivy said, lying through her teeth.
"I'll take care of Uncle Donald," Mary said sweetly.
"I know you will, dear, but it's just that he gets here so seldom."
"How long are you gonna stay, Uncle Donald?" Mary asked.
"I'm not sure," he said, moaning.
-"I'll call in and tell them at the bank that I can't come back," Ivy said
"Then you'll lose your job. No, I'll take care of him, and you go back to work. That's alright with you, isn't it?" Mary said sickeningly sweetly to her uncle.
He groaned. His balls ached. His prick was hard under the covers. He was in agony and this only added to it. He would be home alone with his deliriously tempting niece ... ALL AFTERNOON!
"I do hate to leave, but you know the work situation. What with all the unemployment around. There's lots of people to take my place, and I really don't want the bank to have any reason to get rid of me. You do understand, Donald?" Ivy asked.
He nodded.
"I'm really sorry! Mary, do take good care of him and don't let him leave. I'll only be gone for a couple of hours, I think. I'm so sorry!"
Ivy grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She blew them both kisses and left hurriedly. Her crotch dripped in happy anticipation of getting fucked that afternoon by her dear, darling, most precious lover. He didn't realize all she gave up for him. He had no idea of the precautions she had to take and the risk she ran continually ... just to sneak off and meet him for a couple of minutes here and a few hours there. She felt nasty and wicked about the whole thing. She had become a liar and a cheat, and now she was neglecting her obligations as a mother and sister ... for a few stolen minutes.
She couldn't help it, though. She was so madly in love with Bill, she was never able to resist fleeing to meet him ... ANYWHERE, ANYTIME! She was like putty in his hands. His big, warm hands.
She knew she was giving up her future for a man who had no intention of ever marrying her ... and she did it gladly. She couldn't live without Bill, and if she had to take him on his terms, she would.
She shivered with delight as she drove to meet her lover.
Back in the mobile home, Mary sat like a vulture watching her uncle. She thought he was asleep, so she would wait to make her next move. She had all day.
Uncle Donald thought if he buried his head in the flowered couch and faked sleep all afternoon, he would be safe from his lustful thoughts about his darling niece. He wracked his mind for religious thoughts to help him in his battle against desire. But always his mind went back to Mary ... and he had also liked the feel of his sister's boobs against his chest.
He squirmed uncomfortably.
He realized he was just a horny old man. Not so old, but lots of horny. He was only forty-five. He supposed most men his age had all the sex they wanted, and he had none-and hadn't for so damned long. Apparently all his lustful thoughts had built up over the years to where he was having one hell of a time controlling his thumping, throbbing prick. He wanted to fuck!
He was afraid to get up and go to the bathroom and jack off again. He would have to open his eyes and then he would see Mary. He wasn't at home where he could jam his dick with his hand. That left him on the couch to suffer. He didn't dare open his eyes. He tried desperately to block out the world of his niece and sister.
Mary sat watching ... like a nasty, perverted vulture. She could wait ... and she did.
Her crotch watered. She wondered what it would be like to screw a holy man? An uncle? The whole nasty idea thrilled her. Her nipples stood rigid and her crotch wet. She had discovered that was what men liked ... a wet, marshy, hot cunt and slit. She had always thought it repulsive. Now she knew that was what they all worked for ... sloppy cracks.
Mary got bored after a while. She shifted her position in the big, overstuffed chair.
Her uncle was being rather obnoxious about this. She knew he wanted her. She had seen his tented pants and his reaction to her sucking the pickle. Why was he being so difficult? Maybe he was really a very good man. All the more challenge and fun!
She got up out of her chair and went over to the couch. She stood looking down at the apparently sleeping man. She carefully tucked his quilt around his body. She couldn't have the dear man get drafty. Her fingers worked from his slender shoulders down to his waist ... down to his hips ... within inches of his dong.
He didn't move as she straightened and tucked the quilt.
She thought her uncle inhuman. She would wake up if somebody was messing around with her covers. So she became more rough in her adjusting the covers. Anybody that could sleep through her actions now had to be putting her on.
Uncle Don was having a terrible time. He felt her nimble fingers work down his body and the closer they came to his pelvis, the fatter his cock got! He breathed slowly as he labored to keep his breathing under control. He nearly flipped when he felt her fingers so close to his heavy dick. If by chance his lovely, thoughtful niece brushed against his pounding whang, she would be horrified. She was so sweet and innocent. No man could sleep with such a terrific hard-on ... but she wouldn't know that. He doubted if such an innocent child even knew he had a pecker.
He could take no more of her! He threw back the covers into her slender hands as she worked. He jumped up and ran down the hall to the bathroom.
The startled child looked after him. She thought he had a definite kidney problem. Maybe she should abandon the idea of seducing him. If he had some kind of an infection, she certainly did not want it. And he did spend an awful lot of time in the can.
The innocent-looking vulture returned to her perch in the overstuffed chair. She waited for her uncle to return to the living room. She had succeeded in getting him awake ... but now what? She couldn't just attack him, could she? Did she even want to with him and his bladder problem? She sat debating.
Uncle Donald returned to the living room looking rather pale. Maybe he really was ill. She didn't think so. He had a case of the hornies. She smiled wickedly.
"You look rather drained," she said nastily.
"I don't feel all that hot," he said.
"Oh? I thought you did," she said, smiling coyly.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "Nothing."
He sat down on the couch. "I saw how you watched me fix lunch," she said.
"And what's wrong with that?" he asked indignantly.
"Nothing. I just thought you enjoyed watching me eat my pickle." He squirmed.
"You did, didn't you?" she asked smiling. He went back to staring at the blank wall. "Why fight it, Uncle Don?" she asked coming over to sit by him.
"Fight what?" he asked.
"You want a blow job, and I'll give it to you."
"WHAT! WHY ARE YOU TALKING THAT WAY? BLOW JOB? WHERE DID YOU EVER HEAR OF THAT? THAT'S TERRIBLE! NASTY! NO GOOD GIRL WOULD EVER SAY WORDS LIKE THAT! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?" He hollered at his niece.
She did not feel like arguing with the man. There was no need to. She put her hand in his crotch and felt his limp prick struggle to get up under her touch.
All of his saintly, good intentions were shot to hell along with his religious beliefs. He sank back against the couch and moaned.
"Do you have a bladder infection?" she asked. He shook his head.
"Why do you spend half your time in the can?"
"Jackin' off...." he said.
"Shit! Can you get it up again? After all your hand jobs?" she asked unzipping his pants.
"Probably," he said moaning.
"I'll work it up for you," she said happily.
"You already have ... so many times ... I don't want you to do ... I don't wanna ... It's wrong ... so wrong...." he said, closing his eyes.
"Is it?" she asked, tugging his rubbery whang out of his pants.
"Don't you have any morals?" he asked.
"Sure. I don't fuck women," she said, eyeing his limp dick.
"Shit," he said softly.
"Why, Uncle Donald! You swear!"
"I should have left," he said helplessly.
"You'd have missed a lot," she said, working his rubbery whang with her fingers. "If you'd take your pants off, I could work better."
"I can't move. I'm pooped," he said.
"I'll help you," she said eagerly.
She tugged and pulled on the tall man's pants as he collapsed on the couch ... naked from the waist down.
"How nice," she said as she kissed his flat belly.
He moaned. If he had only known he was going to lose his battle, he wouldn't have jacked off so many times. He felt his age. And a man his age shouldn't be expected to cum ... and cum ... and cum ... and cum. He wished he had known before what was going to happen. He knew he should have because he knew he was weak ... always had been.
What made him think he was anything else, now? He was a no-good weakling, letting his pretty niece fondle his penis. It felt so good!
Mary was delighted even with a limp prick. She looked hungrily at her uncle's soft cock and licked her lips. Her hands played with his soggy stem and nuts. She put her mouth down to his pubic hair and nuzzled and nipped. She worked her way to his soft cockhead and teethed on it gently. She tasted his spent cum on his now hardening prickhead.
She decided his cum wouldn't taste so bad. If she could just work his whang up to a standing position, she just might suck him off and take all his cum into her belly.
She licked up his weak penis and slobbered her hot spit. She kissed his strengthening rod and nipped down the other side to nibble on his balls.
She was delighted at his reaction. He grew strong and hard as she fondled and nipped.
"Take it in your mouth," her uncle whispered.
She pressed her lips to his beating cockhead and closed around his pounding, throbbing stick. She took his thick, hot prick into her mouth ... inch by inch. She loved the taste! She adored the thickness! She munched happily on his stiff whang and ran her tongue up and down his thick, beating veins that were ready to explode. How delicious! How absolutely wonderful to suck cock! Thank God she had discovered this blissful experience so early in life!
Her slim body shook with delight. She was thrilled. She felt high. She floated in ecstasy. Her clit fluttered and her cunt watered freely. She had never experienced such mad delight.
Her fingers fondled her uncle's firm balls, and she admired the softness ... the smooth wrinkles ... the solid nuts inside the preciously tender and delicious skin.
She floated dreamily as she stuck her pink tongue into the tiny, teardrop opening at the tender top of his beating cockhead.
Her hand darted from his balls to his heavy stem taking in all the wonderful feelings of throbbing, beating veins ... that her sucking mouth missed. And her mouth hungrily devoured his sturdy, hard dick.
She felt her tits tingle happily and her nipples were rigid. Her sloppy snatch pressed against his legs as she hovered over her uncle's naked pelvis.
Her nose burrowed into his pubic hair and she smelled spent jism.
In all her life, she had never tasted anything so delicious as her uncle's hard prick. She felt his pelvis swing upward to meet her hot mouth. His ass cheeks rotated under her. She ate his crotch like a famished, malnutritioned child.
Uncle Donald could control himself no longer. He felt so blissful. After his long, dry spell, his lovely niece was chewing his cock and he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He was so weak from his self-induced orgasms that his every movement was like in a dream with a beautiful angel sucking his heavenly dick. He was in the clouds of wonderland. He shot his load into the angel's mouth in one long, steady, hot spray of hot, burning, gushing cum.
He moaned and wiggled under her steady sucking of his cock. He closed his steel gray eyes and knew he was in heaven. He felt so good ... so happy ... so contented ... no more fighting ... no more abstinence. He wished his lovely, beautiful niece would stay hung on his prick forever with her hot, sucking mouth. He felt wonderful!
Mary swallowed his shooting, hot spray as rapidly as she could. Some of his bubbling jism slipped down her soft, smooth cheeks. Her own body reacted to his jetting cum, and she shot off in her crack. Her cuntal mouth contracted and spasmed. Her clit jerked and she shook.
The crotch of her panties was sopping wet and she was delighted with her ability to suck cock. Her uncle had been absolutely delicious and his cum stupendous. She rested her blonde head on Uncle Don's thigh....
And in walked Ivy!
"Mary! What in the hell are you doing? Don! Where're your pants? Why would you let my daughter look at your dick? What's wrong with you? Are you crazy? I thought I could trust you, of all people, with my darling child! And, I come home and find her face damned near in your crotch!" She sank into the flowered chair.
Her own crack was still wet with cum from her neighbor's fuck. She was horrified at the sight she saw. Her darling daughter looking at her uncle's privates was absolutely disgusting to her. Her sweet Mary was too young to do such horrible things ... thank goodness she was still a virgin. Donald would never fuck his niece. What had happened while she was gone? What would have happened if she hadn't come home when she did? Her sweet, innocent daughter might have gotten closer to his dong ... Horrible! Disgusting!
"Mama, I went after him. It's not his fault. You know how men are? No, you don't because you've lived the life of a hermit too long. But I know. A man can't refuse if a woman goes after him."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW!" Ivy screamed at her daughter.
"Because he's not the first," she said. "Mary!"
"I know you're upset. I don't know what's wrong with me. The first time I got fucked, I hated it! Screwin's messy and stinky and nasty ... I LOVE IT! After the first time I got balled, the other times were good and bad ... but, now, I LOVE COCK SUCKIN', I LOVE FUCKIN' WITH SOME GUYS! Not all of them ... one in particular ... I LOVE HIS PRICK STUCK IN MY HOLE! I THOUGHT HIS DICK WAS THE GREATEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME ... UP MY CUNT ... NOW, I LOVE COCK SUCKIN' UNCLE DON! I MIGHT BE CRAZY ... BUT I LOVE ALL OF IT! FUCKIN', SUCKIN'. I'm sorry if I've disappointed you, Mom. But, you wouldn't understand. I can't get along without a prick in my cunt or mouth.
"I just feel sorry for you that you don't like sex."
Uncle Donald sat up and grabbed his pants.
Ivy was stunned. She sat flabbergasted. She could not utter a word.
Finally she managed, "Who are the others?"
"It doesn't make any difference," Mary said, hanging her head.
"Who did it to you first? Who got you started fuckin'?"
Mary wouldn't tell on Bill. If she did, her mother would get him on statutory rape. Mary liked his prick too much for that.
Ivy got up and walked to the kitchen ... with Bill's cum dripping out of her hole. She was shocked.
CHAPTER NINE
Ivy sat in the big, overstuffed chair and stared at her young daughter.
"Who did this to you? Who took your cherry and started you on this sex binge?" Ivy asked her child.
"You can ask all you want, I'm not gonna tell you," Mary said hanging her head.
"A boy at school?" Ivy asked persistently.
Mary shook her head. "What difference does it make?"
"I just would like to know who the bastard is," Ivy said softly.
"So you could string him up?"
"I didn't say that."
"You would,, though. I know you too well. Anybody who does anything to your darling daughter that you don't think is right, you'd hang this guy by the balls."
"He's older? How much older? At least over eighteen ... must be or you wouldn't be so concerned about his welfare." Ivy wished she could talk to Bill about this. He would know what to do. She knew she could never discuss anything so intimate with her lover. It would disgrace her darling daughter. The only two people she loved in the whole world were her daughter and her neighbor, Bill.
"He's older. But, I'm not gonna squeal on him. He's too nice a guy." Mary thought about her neighbor Bill. No, she couldn't tell her straight mother that her best friend's husband had started her off on a road to sexual happiness. Her frumpy mother could not understand that. It would be too much for her.
"Why don't you let the child alone?" Uncle Don asked.
"You shut up! You're one hellofa son of a bitch to let her see you naked ... and suck your cock! You're one first-class bastard. You and your holier-than-thou attitude! First chance you get you seduce a child ... a mere child and ... my daughter! If it wasn't for the fact you are my brother, I'd have the law on your ass! So SHUT UP!"
Mary got up and started down the hall.
"I'm not done with you, young lady!" Ivy screamed at her daughter.
Mary came back and sat down. She sighed.
"Mary, can't you see that I love you? If I didn't I wouldn't be so concerned with your welfare," Ivy said, pleading with her daughter.
"Mom, it's been so long since you had a man, you're forgetting just how neat it is to fuck. I wish you were a little more ... understanding about the whole thing. You've gotten old before your time. You probably don't even remember what it's like to have a man hold you in his strong arms and love you."
"THAT'S NOT LOVE! THAT'S SEX. THAT'S FILTHY, LOUSY, ROTTEN FUCKIN'. YOU don't KNOW WHAT LOVE IS! WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEBODY, SCREWIN'S A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE! YOU'VE BEEN MESSIN' AROUND JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT! EXPERIMENTING! I'M ASHAMED OF YOU!"
Mary shook her head in dismay. So her mother figured she was no good. Why was she being so strict about a fact of life? Sex was good. That's what was wrong with her uptight mother ... lack of it. She probably didn't even remember how good it was. After all, if her mom and dad had not fucked, she would not even be here. Was it so terrible for her mother? What her mother needed was for Bill to get hold of her. But, Mary did not care to share him with even her mother. She had to share him with his wife and that was enough! She felt so sorry for her mother! she was missing half her life by just going to work and coming home with her only diversion ... a drink with the girls.
Mary shook her head. She failed to see where fucking was so terrible. She had become an addict ... a sex freak. It was all good now. She had had to develop a taste for balling, and she had. What difference did it make with whom she had sex? Her uncle had turned her on ... so what was the big hassle?
She looked at her dear uncle. He wasn't much to look at. He looked stiff and straight ... short hair, glasses, too thin, lousy black clothes ... but his cock had tasted super. So what if she had enjoyed herself with him? Who did her mother think she was to deprive her daughter of a little fun? The whole world was screwed ... polution, fear of a third world war, gas shortage, all the problems that Mary heard about ... Watergate ... so what if she had fun balling? Her mother was nuts if she figured she could shame Mary out of a little fun and relaxation.
Mary would sit and listen to her mother bitch and get it off her chest. Then, if she had the chance, Mary would fuck her uncle or Bill ... whichever was available first. Her mother was fighting a losing battle. The youngster would tolerate her. Mary did wish her mother would go get fucked and leave her alone.
Ivy rambled on and on about the sins of screwing. Especially at fifteen!
Mary could not see why it was wrong. If she had the body of a woman, why should she be restrained to the ideas of a child? Did not make sense.
"And furthermore, we're gonna plan this wedding right now!" Ivy screamed.
Mary had missed something. Since when were they talking about a wedding. She had better listen a little better if her mother insisted on planning out her life.
"I'll call the minister today. We'll have the wedding before the month is over," Ivy said.
"Mine?" Mary asked.
"Haven't you heard a word I said?"
Mary flushed. "Not really."
"Oh, Mary, Mary, Mary! You've got to get married. It's the only sensible thing to do...."
"To Wilber?"
"Who else? That's your fiance isn't it?"
"We're not gonna get married 'til I'm out of school," Mary said.
"Oh, yes, you are! I'm not gonna worry about you for another two years. If you've got this thing for sex, you're gonna get married and then you can fuck all you want."
"I can fuck all I want now!"
"I'm not having a daughter of mine making everybody in sight. YOU SHALL GET MARRIED!"
"Shit!" Mary said.
"And that's another thing ... your horrible foul language!"
"You don't like that either? God you're a failure as a mother to turn out such a rotten kid," Mary said sarcastically.
"Don't you talk back to me, young lady!"
"When I get married and am supposed to be on my own ... then can I do as I please and screw and cuss?"
Ivy glared at her daughter.
"Bring on the wedding!" Mary said, and walked out of the room.
Ivy wrung her hands in despair. She looked at her brother helplessly.
"Why?" she asked.
Uncle Donald said nothing. He had to go talk to his minister as fast as he could to see if God would forgive him ... for a wonderful, warm, delicious, tasty, fantastic experience. His niece had been so neat with her young, hot mouth on his old, wrinkled cock. Her breath had been so burning and good. Her spit was great at bathing his suppressed whang. Her young breasts had looked so deliriously tempting. Now, he had to go ask forgiveness. Screwed world!
"Are you coming to the wedding?" she asked.
He nodded and picked up his black hat. He walked to the door.
"I'm sorry," he said, and walked out.
Tears filled Ivy's eyes. If she could only talk to Bill everything would be alright. He always made everything better. He would kiss her and hugg her and hold her hotly to his body.
Ivy felt badly that her daughter didn't think she was alive enough to have sex. She had been so secretive about her lover ... what else could the child think? But, what else could Ivy do? She couldn't broadcast the fact she was having a torrid love affair with her best friend's husband. Then what would little Mary think? Ivy knew she was far from being dead ... she was very much alive when she was with Bill ... her darling, wonderful Bill. She cried in exasperation. She wanted Bill for her own. If she had him, she could at least talk to him about this situation. He would know what to do. Her crotch cried for Bill as did her eyes. He was a wonderful person. Ivy needed him!
Mary wondered what Wilber would think of jumping the wedding date? He would marry her, of course. Because he loved her. She would really have to act on their wedding night. Not all brides bled when their cherry was popped.
She tried to remember how she had acted when Bill had taken her cherry. She remembered the whole screw very well. She thought she might just be able to act the same way with Wilber ... unless she got carried away and grabbed his cock to suck. That would be a dead giveaway. Wilber would know for sure she'd had it before.
She would just have to force herself to be pure as the driven snow ... the first night. She would have to remember to flinch and cry. She thought she could pull it off.
Then after the honeymoon, she could corner her new father-in-law and have a ball!
Maybe life was not so bad after all! At least her mother would not feel disgraced. Mary did care what her mother thought and felt. She did not want to hurt her. Why couldn't her mother like sex and understand if someone else did?
Mary thought her dad must have been a lousy lover to so as turn her mother against fucking. All the more reason to hate him!
Mary called Wilber and said she had to talk to him. Since the conversation was to be of a serious nature, she said she would go for a ride with him.
She trotted next door and she and Wilber got into his car and drove off.
Wilber drove and said nothing.
"I had to talk to you," Mary said.
"About what? You want to break up?" he asked shakily.
"Is that what you thought when I called?" He nodded.
"Would that bother you?" she asked, snuggling close to her boy friend.
He nodded and gulped. He thought she was the sweetest, most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He loved her with all his young heart. Hadn't he proved his love by not touching her delicate body? He hungered for her warm flesh ... but he used restraint until his balls ached and his thick whang nearly burst its skin.
Wilber stopped the car along the country road under some trees.
"I don't want to break up, honey," she said.
He sighed in relief and kissed her warmly.
"But, you can't kiss me any more," she said, moving over to her side of the car.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"Because." She looked out the window.
"What's with you? You think I can wait two years to claim you and now I can't even kiss you?"
The actress went into action.
"I want you to kiss me ... really I do. I love you too much to resist you ... and your kisses are so wonderful, I want you. And, you've already said you won't take me until we're married ... and I couldn't bear to lose you. So I can't kiss you."
"Oh, darling ... I know how you feel! I want to make love to you, too," the youth said panting.
"But, since we have to wait for so long...."
"Why don't we get married now?" he suggested.
"Oh, I couldn't. I have school to finish."
"You want me to love you?" he asked, sliding close to her.
"More than anything else in the world," she said, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes.
"I want you, too," he said. He kissed her ear and his hot breath made her tingle.
"We agreed to wait...." she said coyly.
"I know we did," he said, nipping on her neck.
"Don't do that," she said softly. "I feel ... I don't know ... things happen to my body that have never happened to me before ... and I'm scared...."
Wilber was thrilled. He knew he turned this lovely girl inside out with his fantastic kisses. He would have to marry her before something happened. Maybe if he balled her, she would feel so bad about it, she might not speak to him again, much less marry him. He had to have her. She was all he thought about ever since they had decided to get married. Two years was a long time to wait.
"Don't be scared," he said. "I won't touch you until we're married. The feelings in your body just mean you're a woman." He smiled happily.
"Really?" she asked.
"And I'm glad you have those feelings."
"What'm I gonna do with them?" she asked innocently.
"When do you wanna get married?" he asked. "Gee, I don't know...." She looked off to the mountains.
"I know you're young and don't wanna leave home and your mother, and you've got school. If we got married, we'd live close so you could see your mother every day," he said thoughtfully.
And your father! "I've never been away from home before. I don't cook so good. I don't know, Wilber, I'm just so confused," she said, lying.
"I know, honey, but I'll help you. Let's get married next weekend. We can go to Yuma on Friday night."
"Mama always wanted me to have a big church wedding," she said, with a fake tear in her eye.
"Alright. We'll have a church wedding," Wilber said.
"That means we can't kiss or love each other for a month or so," she said sadly.
"I know," he said, adjusting his crotch.
"I don't know if I can wait...." she said and burst into tears.
He hugged her close to his hot body. His heart pounded.
"Whatever you want...." he said, gasping for breath.
"I want you! Now!" she said, putting her arms around the youth's neck.
"Let's make it next weekend. Then, later if you want, we'll have a church wedding. We can keep it a secret until the big wedding. And we can love each other in the meantime."
"And I'd still live at home?"
He nodded.
"If I was married to you, I couldn't stand to sleep alone!"
His hard prick twitched happily.
"This week you get ready. I'll go look for an apartment. We'll go off just like we're goin' to a show or somethin' and we'll go to Yuma. Then, when we come back, well be all set up in our own place...." he said.
"Mom'll worry if I don't come home," she said.
"As soon as we're married, you can call her. It'll all work out. You just be sure you're packed." He hugged her close.
Mary smiled as she snuggled close to her boy friend. Her arm rested on his firm thigh, close to his tented crotch, but not close enough to give him any satisfaction ... just torment.
This was beautiful! She would be married so she would not disgrace her mother. Her mother would not have to worry about her any more. If she eloped, she wouldn't cost her mother any expense of a big wedding.
She could do as she pleased, when she pleased. She would not have to upset anybody ... and her mother would be relieved. She cared for her mother and what she thought. This way her dear mother would not be upset because her daughter was fuck happy ... and also, her mother could not interfere with her fucking ... no fear of getting caught like she had with Uncle Don.
Everything looked great!
And Wilber wasn't a bad catch. He would take care of her. He had a good job and he would provide an apartment for her. And he probably was a pretty good screw. If he wasn't, she'd help him along. After all, she had experience.
She glowed with excitement!
Mary and Wilber went back into town. If they stayed out in the tulies for any length of time, they would screw and that would blow all Mary's plans. Couldn't have that!
The next week dragged. Mary sat innocently while her mother went over the wedding plans with her. Mary looked at her engagement ring and it still shimmered and sparkled. She let her mother rattle on and on because Mary knew none of her mother's plans would materialize anyway. Mary had her own plans.
Ivy was all excited about the wedding ... and it gave her more reasons to go over to Bill's and Betty's trailer. She wanted her best friend in on all the plans especially since Betty was mother of the groom. And it gave Ivy more of a chance to look at Bill, her lover. How she adored that man!
This was one case where the in-laws would get along VERY WELL' Except possible, Betty. She wasn't screwing anybody. Ivy knew Bill and herself would never have any differences ... how could they? For years they had been having this terrific affair. Now his son was marrying her daughter ... how fantastic! And Betty was her best friend. Good relationships all around.
Ivy and Betty went and talked to the minister and reserved the church. They went to the engravers and ordered invitations. The flower arrangements were made. Then the two of them dragged Mary to the store to look at wedding dresses. Lots of fun. It was Friday.
"I've got to get home," Mary said as she took off the last of the long, white dresses.
"We have one more place to look," Ivy said.
"Tomorrow," Mary said.
"She's tired," Betty said. "It's a lot of excitement."
"I know, I'm a bit tired myself," Ivy said.
"Wilber and I're gonna go out tonight," Mary said.
"So what's so unusual about that?" Betty asked and smiled at her future daughter-in-law.
"Nothin'. I just, wanted to take a nap before we left. I'm really tired."
Ivy and Betty patted the youngster.
As the three of them walked out through the parking lot, Betty asked, "Did you like any of the dresses really well?"
Mary shrugged. "There were so many...."
"I know, dear. It's hard to decide."
"I do hope you and Wilber make a go of it. I'd hate to have you divorce and wind up like your mother," Betty said.
"What's wrong with her mother?" Ivy asked her best friend.
"Nothing, dear. It's just that you must be very lonely ... and now you have to shoulder all this expense ... you know I didn't mean anything
"Just you don't worry about me! I'll see to it that this's the biggest, best wedding in town. And don't let my finances bother you. When I ask you for money, then you can bitch!"
"Don't get upset, Ivy. We've been friends too long. It's just that now you'll be living alone ... and you're bound to be lonesome. I'm just concerned about you, that's all!"
I won't be nearly so lonesome. I can have your husband over for a quickie every now and then ... and I don't have to sneak to meet him. With Mary gone, I won't have to lie so much. Bill and I can still have our lingering moments, but in between, we can fuck on the run, so to speak. While you're cooking his dinner, he can trot over and I'll give him the ass he doesn't get from you! Lonesome, shit!
"You know Bill isn't crazy about this wedding," Betty said.
"He's never said anything to me about it," Ivy said.
"Naturally he wouldn't. Our business is ours, you know. He wouldn't discuss our private feelings with an outsider."
Ivy burned. She was hardly an outsider when she fucked him regularly and had for years.
"Oh, he thinks Mary's a lovely child...." Betty continued.
He should. I've balled him enough. He couldn 't very well not like me, thought Mary.
"It's just that he thinks Wilber's too young to assume so much responsibility," Betty said.
"Well, if he wants me, he's gonna have to support me. And he sure wants me," Mary said.
"What're you trying to insinuate?" Betty asked.
"That he wants in my panties ... and I'm not insinuating. It's a fact!" Mary smiled wickedly.
"Not my Wilber! You must have led him on...." Betty said indignantly.
"Think what you want, but any young guy with a red hot prick doesn't have to be led on," Mary said getting into the car.
"My boy is not a sex maniac," Betty said firmly.
"I didn't say he was. I just said he wants in my pants."
"How vulgar! Ivy? Didn't you train your daughter in any nice ways?"
"My daughter is just as nice as anybody else! Including your son!"
"Hmph!"
The three women rode home in stifling silence.
Mary had to laugh to herself. The battle of the in-laws was on!
At home, Mary went to her room. She had a lot of things to do. She was already packed and her suitcase was shoved under her fluffy bed. She looked at her room. Tears came to her eyes. This was all behind her now. No more would she have her pretty ruffled bed. She tore the picture of Brad off the bottom of her pink lamp and shredded it.
She looked at her ruffled curtains. Her white, antiqued furniture gleamed with gold trim. Her fluffy, white bedspread flared beautifully.
Her stuffed animals were piled up on her pillow as if talking about her leaving.
Funny how this room that she had always taken for granted now seemed precious to her. Everything in it meant something special.
This phase of her life was gone ... almost. If she married Wilber tonight, this would no longer be her own special place. She would have to give up her stuffed animals and ruffles. She would be a married woman! She would have to let go of her childish possessions.
She had a lump in her throat the size of a baseball.
And her mother would be all alone. The mobile home would be deathly quiet and lonesome.
Tears drained down her cheeks. She did not know if she even loved Wilber. Sure, she felt lust for his cock, but was that enough to leave this room and her mother and her toys? What about her fleeting times with Bill? She could have those anyway. She had in the past.
Was this what she wanted? Freedom to fuck whenever she wanted?
Did she have to leave for that?
Her mother thought she was fuck-happy and wanted her married. Maybe she was ... but, what would her mother do without her? Would she cry herself to sleep?
And then the holidays were coming up. Mary could not imagine a Christmas without her mother. She could come back home and visit. Wilber had said she could. But, what about Christmas Eve and crawling into her ruffled bed know her mother was going to stay up and wrap presents for her. What about the smells of Christmas dinner? Mary knew if she had to fix a turkey, it would be either raw or burned and the dressing? It would be a dismal failure. Her mother had always done all that ... and the gaily decorated cookies.
It wasn't only Christmas that bothered her. What about all the rest of the times? Would she cry every time she saw her old bedroom?
Mary debated about marrying Wilber with tears streaming down her face. Was giving all this up worth it? For fucking?
"Mary? What's the matter?" Ivy said, coming into the bedroom.
"I don't know," she said sobbing.
"It's all the excitement," Ivy said.
"I guess."
"You do love Wilber, don't you?" She put her arm around the slender shoulders. "I don't know."
"You do know I was very upset when I saw you and your uncle Don. I was shocked!" She spoke softly.
Mary nodded.
"If you don't wanna marry Wilber, don't. I'm sort of used to the idea you're a woman with woman's desires. If you wanna mess around, go ahead. I'm not for it, but if you're hung on screwing, I'll just have to adjust to the fact. I don't want to run you out of your home into a marriage you don't want."
Why did her mother have to be so nice? That upset Mary more.
"You think about it, dear. It's still over a month until the wedding. If you don't want it, forget it. I do have to leave for awhile, now."
"Where're you goin'?" Mary asked between sobs.
"Out for a drink with one of the girls from work. Seems she has a pressing problem. She wants to talk. I wouldn't leave you, but we can talk about your wedding for the next month. You do understand?"
Mary nodded.
How was her mother to know about tonight? Maybe her mother wouldn't be too lonesome when she was gone. Her mother might even move one of her girl friends in to live with her. Mary hoped her mother would leave her room just as it was.
Ivy kissed her daughter on the cheek and walked out of the room. Her crotch was dripping, and she was on her way to meet Bill. He would take care of her throbbing clit and spasming cunt mouth. It had been a rough day and Bill would kiss all her cares away. He would sooth her broken heart by massaging her breasts. Ivy was extremely upset about the forthcoming wedding. She needed Bill tonight more than ever before. She fled the trailer to meet her lover.
Mary sat dazed in the middle of her bed. She heard the door bell ring and she heard Wilber open the glass door and walk in.
She looked up at him through her tears as he came into her bedroom.
"What's the matter?" he asked, sitting beside her.
"I don't know," she said and sobbed.
"Last minute cold feet," he said patting her knee.
"Maybe so," she said through her tears.
"Do you love me?" he asked. . She nodded.
"What's buggin' you, then? We'll be together and nothin's gonna change around here. Your mom'll still be here and your room and all that. Come on, babe, you got your suitcase packed?"
"Under the bed," she said.
Eagerly he pulled the battered suitcase from under the bed. He prayed his sweetheart wouldn't back out on the plans now. His young prick ached with desire. Only a few hours to go, and he could punch his young, throbbing dick smack into her sweet cunt. His balls ached.
"Come on, babe," he said trying not to appear too anxious.
She sat in the pile of fluff and did not move.
"Honey, I love you. I'll take care of you. We've planned this for so long. I've waited ... please?" His crotch burned.
She got up and slowly followed him to the front door. She turned and took one last look at her childhood home. Once she left and went with Wilber, nothing would be the same. She wiped her eyes. She did not have to get married ... her mother had said so. But, could she stand the hurt look in her mother's eyes if she ever got caught fucking again? Every time she would leave the house, her mother would imagine she was out balling.
It was better if she did get married. She left with Wilber.
CHAPTER TEN
Ivy was shocked! Mary married?
Mary called her mother as soon as the marriage was over. She went to a phone booth and called collect. She cried when her mother did. She told her mother she would see her after school on Monday if not before. When the other end of the line seemed dead-from shock-Mary hung up.
She turned and faced her young husband with the tented pants.
"You alright?" he asked, beaming at his young bride.
She nodded.
"Wanna get something to eat?" he asked. He didn't.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Let's get a motel first," he said.
"I thought we were going home," she said.
"We will, if you wanna."
He looked so sad and depressed. She knew he wanted to go to bed. She was a little scared at her acting ability. She would hate to have him get mad at her and leave her out in the middle of the desert.
"I don't know...." she said.
"Let's get something to eat and then we'll decide," he said. He would try to talk her into the motel. Otherwise he would have to wait until he drove the one hundred and fifty miles back ... and then he still would have to wait and be patient. He didn't know if his prick could stand it!
They went into a coffee shop and sat in a booth by the window.
She looked at her diamond ... and her gold wedding band. She was a married woman. She felt like a scared fifteen year old. She was away from home. Wilber wanted to fuck. She was afraid he would find out she wasn't a virgin. She was miles from her mother.
Wilber ordered two hamburgers and two cokes. Heavy on the onions.
Mary had to laugh. Hamburgers on a wedding night? That's what she wanted. Wilber had wanted to order steaks, but Mary didn't like steak. And the thought of an adult, married woman drinking coke? She didn't even like coffee ... She wasn't very adult, really.
"I love you," Wilber said softly.
She stared at his young face.
"If you're scared, we'll go home," he said, patting her hand.
"You don't want to...."
"No, but, I've waited this long. I can wait a few hours more," he said thoughtfully. He would not rush this innocent child.
Mary munched on her hamburger. Somehow, she thought she should be more happy. If she could not act happy now, how was she ever going to fake innocence in bed?
"I'm not gonna hurt you," Wilber said softly.
She nodded sipping her coke.
"I love you so much. You know that don't you?"
She nodded.
They ate in silence.
Wilber paid the bill, and they walked out into the sweet-smelling night.
"You wanna go home, don't you?" he asked. His prick throbbed.
She nodded. She wanted her mother!
Wilber helped her into the car and looked longingly at her round ass. Oh, well, later, he hoped.
They headed west through the starry night.
"I'm sorry," she said meekly.
"That's alright," he said patting her knee.
She saw-by the set jaw that it was not alright. She was going to blow the whole thing, but she couldn't help it. She was so confused.
There was too much to think about. She was too young. Her mother was shocked. The wedding plans down the drain. Her handsome, young husband ... his father ... getting caught blowing her uncle ... her lack of innocence....
She didn't feel like a woman, and she couldn't cope with her emotions.
She put her arm around Wilber's shoulders and kissed him on the ear.
He pushed his shoulder against her young breast. His hand rested on her warm thigh.
She warmed to his touch. Her clit functioned as usual ... and her fuck-loving cunt spasmed. She tongued his ear and kissed his warm neck.
Wilber swerved the car off the main road onto a dirt one that headed out over the silvery sand dunes. The bright moonlight lighted his path to heaven. The stars glittered.
The car bounced along in the darkness. The dash lights showed his firm jaw to have relaxed. He stopped on top of a big sand dune. The heater stopped when the motor did and Mary snuggled close to him.
Wilber took her in his arms and kissed her warmly and passionately.
"Hello, Mrs. Morse," he said softly as he nuzzled her neck.
"Hello, Mr. Morse," she managed to squeak out.
She felt his steady, young hand go to her jutting breast as he kissed her ear. She tingled with desire ... but drew back quickly.
"It's alright now," he whispered hotly.
She relaxed in his arms. This was gonna be tough. She wanted to react warmly, but she had to use a little restraint. She couldn't just rip off her clothes and jump on his cock. No virgin would do that!
"Oh, I want you. I want you," he whispered, nipping down her neck to the fullness of her breasts.
She tightened up against him. "Take off your bra," he coaxed, kissing her hotly.
She did not move. Her clit went mad with desire and her cunt dripped.
"Relax, honey. Put your arms around me. Kiss me...." he said panting.
She did as she was told and wished to God he would hurry up and undress her. She kissed him hesitantly.
His fingers slid up under her satin blouse. Quickly he unhooked her bra and his fingers slid around to the front and touched her small domes.
She flinched and backed off.
He scooted closer to her and kissed her tenderly, impatiently. His fingers released each button down the front of her blouse that shimmered in the bright moon light. He slipped it off, back over her slim shoulders ... with her primly protesting all the way. He removed her white, lacy bra and looked at her young, firm breasts.
"Oh, God!" he said moaning. His hot mouth went to her rigid nipples and he sucked one and then the other passionately. His hands massaged her bare tits and he groaned as he slobbered his hot spit on her touchy nipples.
She nearly had a heart attack when she felt his hot mouth on her bare breasts. She started to swing her pelvis toward him and stopped short. She was having one hellofa time acting shocked, innocent, and primly proper. She wanted to fuck! She sucked in her breath and said to herself ... careful ... not too much reaction ... slow down ... not too forward ... not too passionate ... slow down....
Wilber's hands went to her hips while he kissed her tits. He slid her tight satin skirt down over her firm hips. He lifted her ass up off the seat of the car and dropped her clothes in a shimmering heap. His hot hands caressed her soft, smooth hips and he dropped his fevered face to her damp pussy and kissed and nibbled and breathed his hot breath into her snatch.
She fell backwards on the seat and her thighs shook. She wanted to spread her thighs and let her young husband dig his hot, burning tongue into her slobbering cunt ... but, she kept her thighs clamped together. Her body shook with desire and her hands touched either side of her young bridegroom's heated, nuzzling face.
"Come on, honey, spread your legs," he said tonguing her wet nest.
"No ... that's not nice...." she said, lying.
"Let me eat your cunt and warm you up. It is nice ... and it's alright. We're married!" He tongued the matted, blonde snatch.
"If you say so," she said tautly and spread her legs ... just a little.
His big, strong hands pulled her thighs apart and he crawled between. His mouth opened and clamped over her fluttering clit. His nose was tickled by her wet snatch and he lapped and kissed her slobbering crack. His burning tongue went to her clenching tube and he thrust his wet, saliva-coated tongue deep inside her vagina.
"Oh, Wilber," she said clutching his hair.
Wilber lifted her ass with his hands and tongued her asshole. He snubbed his fiery tongue to her asshole and prodded and stabbed.
She clenched her little button tightly shut and enjoyed his attempts to stick his tongue into her. When he failed, she felt his hot, slobbering mouth slide up her crack to her vaginal mouth. She thrilled as she felt his darting tongue wiggle inside her clutching tube. She moaned her happiness ... but, did not move her hips.
Wilber kissed her flat belly and latched onto her nipple. She felt his hot, throbbing cock snubbed to her vaginal opening. It took all her will power not to smack her pelvis up to suck up his hard, beating prick. She breathed heavily.
He let go of her rigid nipple and slid up to whisper in her ear.
"You're tight ... relax ... easy ... it'll be alright...." He gasped.
"You're too big ... it hurts ... can't we wait?" she begged.
"My prick's in ... just relax ... I'm goin' up your cunt slow ... DON'T TIGHTEN UP ... IT'LL HURT YOU! Relax ... easy does it ... slow...." He breathed in heavy, laborious gasps.
Just about now, she thought.
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE ... THAT HURTS! GOD, DON'T MOVE! YOUR DICK HURTS!" She cried ... not from pain, but happiness.
"Oh, my darling, my baby ... I love you ... the hurt's all over ... relax ... my darling wife...." He shoved his big dick slowly in and out of her tight tube. His pelvis barely moved as he gently worked his fat dick back and forth in her slobbering, hot furnace.
He kissed the tears from her cheeks and held her shaking body.
She was in agony. She wanted to heave her pelvis up to meet his whang ... but, she lay still and shook with desire, which he mistook as fear. He worked her hole so gently ... so slowly ... so easily ... SHE WANTED TO SCREAM!
As easily as his father had fucked her, Wilber screwed her hole and shot off his heavy load of sperm. No wild screams. No frantic grabbing. Just a steady spray of hot, creamy, soothing cum.
Mary was frantic! She cried in desperation, not fear. She was frustrated.
Wilber slowly pulled his spent whang out of her tight tube and sat up. His deft fingers massaged her gushing slit.
"This'll make you feel better," he said being ever so gentle as he rubbed her slit with his cream. . "It won't hurt so much."
She turned her head innocently into the car seat and cried. Her whole body shook.
"I know you didn't cum," he said. "I couldn't hold back. It'll be better next time, I promise."
"I certainly hope so," she muttered in her head.
Her tears helped release her pent-up emotions, but she really needed a good hard screw to help her completely relax. The whole thing had taxed her will power to the extreme. Next time she could enjoy it instead of faking fear and panic.
She loved the feel of his hand sliding around in her sloshy slit. She knew she had a gem of a husband. He was so good and gentle and he now believed he had taken her cherry ... so soon, she could bounce all over his young body without restraint.
"I'm glad you were a virgin," he said kissing her flat belly. His fingers still massaged her sticky slit. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you."
"It didn't hurt," she whispered.
"I love you for lying to me ... but I felt your whole body flinch ... and you cried. It's alright. I still am sorry I hurt you ... even if you deny it."
Mary smiled to herself. She had pulled it off.
"I didn't want it this way. I wanted you to have satin sheets and a pretty room. I wanted you to have everything to make your first experience a good one...." he said, nibbling on her matted pussy. The smell of his cum filled his nostrils.
"It was just perfect," she said. "I had you...."
Her body shook from the cold desert air.
He pressed his body on hers. "You're cold. And you're damp. God, I hope you're not in shock!"
"I'm alright ... but I am cold," she said, feeling his already hard prick in her sticky slit.
He covered her naked body with his and hugged her tightly.
She felt his stiff dong wiggle as he flexed his muscles. She was delighted!
"Oh, not again...." she said, faking fear.
"Not if you don't want to ... but, it won't hurt this time...."
"I'm still sore...." she lied.
"I'll be gentle...." he said pushing his sturdy dick in ... in.
Damn it! Jam it to me! Fuck me, baby ... I want it harder ... not so damned easy!
His hands slid under her ass cheeks and he gently moved her pelvis to meet his peter. "Move a little ... it gives you more feeling ... I can get my prong into you deeper...."
She let him help her swing into the rhythm of his movements. She sweat from restraint and passion.
"Clamp your legs around my back or butt," he whispered in her ear.
His fingers slid into her ass crack as she put her legs around his pelvis. His mouth went to her tits and he grabbed onto a rigid nipple. His tongue nipped and his tongue flicked. His thick dong slid easily back and forth in her cum-drenched, marshy tube.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"No...." she said.
"Can you cum?"
"I don't ... know...."
"I suppose you don't if you never have...." he said softly, going back to his nipple tugging.
As his dick slowly humped her cunt, his fingers slipped to her fluttering clit. He flicked and tweaked her tiny love bud as he steadily increased his thrusts of cock. His teeth pulled and tugged on her nipples.
Virgin or not ... she had to respond to his work ... she could not help herself ... she had to cum ... and now! She heaved her pelvis upward to his jamming shaft and shot off a fantastic orgasm.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE," She shouted as her body shook and jerked. She slithered around under his slamming dong.
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE," he yelled and jetted his hot, boiling, spraying jism into her madly spasming vagina. He grabbed her tightly and buried his hot, fevered face into her firm breast.
She cried tears of joy at her orgasm. She felt wonderfully happy and relaxed.
Wilber pulled his withered, rubbery dong out of her flooded hole.
"You're crying ... You should not have thrown your pelvis up to meet me with such force. I thought you'd get the idea of how to do it when I moved your ass. Honey, I don't want to hurt you like that. I don't want you to cry when I fuck you. Please ... don't let me hurt you ... I love you too much for that...."
Mary patted his head. "I thought I was doing what you wanted me to," she lied.
"I never want to hurt you. You're so young and tight and inexperienced ... it'll take time ... but, we'll work on it." He smiled down on his naked bride.
"I'm so cold," she said through chattering teeth.
Wilber started up the engine and flicked on the heater. "You better get dressed."
"You're so wonderful," she said honestly to him.
"You are, too," he said and took her naked body in his arms.
"I liked this fuckin' out here in the middle of nowhere ... better than a motel," she said, shaking with cold.
"Why? I just don't understand you. I wanted to give you everything ... and you like this better?" He kissed her naked, cold tit.
She had her own reasons ... like he couldn't see if she bled or not, he could not see her facial reactions, he couldn't tell in the dark if she was faking it or not ... and she had proved to be a good actress.
She told him quite a different story.
"Out here, we're closer to God and nature ... the moonlight, the stars, the cold, brisk air. Sort of like we're in God's own privately constructed haven ... just you and me and nature. No man made room could compare with this ... that God created just for us. The beautiful, shimmering, white sand ... so like a bridal bed ... only so spacious ... and beautiful...."
"The white sand and all these pure things ... just like you ... my virgin bride...." he whispered, kissing her pretty face.
"Oh, my darling, I love you so much...." she said.
And she thought she meant' it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mary dragged her well-bored hole around ... school, home, to her mother's, and back to young Wilber for more. Life was beautiful! She, being a fuck-happy teen-ager, was well cared for ... blow jobs ... fucking ... cunt sucking ... and cocksucking....
She came home from school one day anticipating the good night she was going to have and found her father standing outside her apartment.
She stood and looked at him in disbelief.
"Hello, Mary," he said.
"How'd you know me? Or where to find me?" she asked.
"Your mother showed me your picture ... and gave me your address," he said.
"You haven't changed like I thought you might have. I've thought about you and wondered if I'd know you if I ever saw you again."
She unlocked the door and ushered him in.
"I came for the wedding," he said.
"Yeah, well, you missed it by a couple of weeks," she said, taking off her red sweater.
"Your mother told me you'd eloped," he said.
"What'd you think you were gonna do ... walk me down the aisle?"
"I am your father," he said, eyeing his baby. He could not believe she had grown up to be such a lovely young lady.
"You couldn't prove it by me," she said. "I haven't seen you for years."
"I know and I'm sorry...." He hung his head like a scolded child.
"Why are you sorry? You chose not to see me," she said.
"I thought it might upset you or your mother if I bothered around," he said.
"Then why do you bother to come back now?" She sat facing her long lost father.
"Because ... I've missed you and your mother ... and I couldn't let you get married without seeing you."
Mary saw him glance at her legs and boobs. She figured he was a son of a bitch and uncomfortable ... why not make him really miserable? She leaned back and jutted her breasts out.
Dear Old Dad noticed that his baby was not a baby any more.
Mary crossed her long, shapely legs and her short miniskirt hiked up nearly to her ass.
"Well, since you missed the wedding, you might as well stay for dinner, I guess. It's the least I can do for you after all these years, since you've done nothing for me," Mary said, shifting on her round, firm ass.
"Will you let me take you and your new husband out for dinner?"
"Sure." She smiled and started to unbutton her blouse. "I better change for the occasion."
Her father looked down at the floor through his wire-framed glasses.
"What's the matter, Dad?" she asked.
"I just didn't want to watch you take off your ... clothes," he said stammering.
"Why not? I'm sure you've seen me completely naked many times."
"But, you've grown up," he said. His crotch was tented.
Mary smiled and continued to unbutton her blouse.
"I'm still your baby ... remember?" she said teasing.
Dad said nothing.
Mary took her blouse off and tossed it across the chair. She went over to her father and plunked her butt down on his tented crotch.
"I'm glad to see you," she said and hugged her father tightly to her breast.
He had his nose buried in the soft, warm fleshy domes that popped out over the skimpy bra.
"I'm sorry if I gave you a bad time," she said. "I just felt like you didn't love me ... and I felt nasty."
"I do love you," he said.
She felt his crotch wiggle and she knew his whang was hard and full of blood ... ready to go! She had the urge to fuck her father. He would be something different from her steady diet of young stud. And, he had been so distant for so many years, the challenge of screwing her own dad thrilled her.
"I'll bet you'd help me unhook my bra, wouldn't you?" she asked. "Of course, you don't have to look ... but, I do have a hard time reaching around behind."
She adjusted her position on Dad's lap to where she could feel his thick stump push into her ass crack.
"Uh ... er ... I'm not ... too ... good at this...." Dad said.
"Take your time. I'm in no hurry," she said, shifting her ass on his crotch.
She felt his fingers shakily unhook her bra. "Done?" she asked. "Yeah," he said.
Mary stood up in front of her dad and whipped off her bra. Her jutting tits blared in front of his spectacled eyes.
"Where're we going for dinner and what should I wear?" she asked slipping her skirt down over her well shaped hips.
Dad could not take his eyes off his daughter's naked body as she stood in front of him holding her clothes. He gulped.
"What should I wear?" she asked again.
He sat stupefied ... looking at his young child.
She saw his crotch move and knew Dear Old Dad had a gigantic hard-on. She smiled and walked close to him. She put her hand on his and moved his hand to her snatch.
"You like?" she asked, making his hand caress her damp pussy.
He gulped. He adjusted his glasses with the other hand. Then he adjusted his crotch.
"I ... shouldn't...." he stammered.
"You haven't seen me for so long ... now, you've seen all of me...."
He squirmed and grabbed his crotch.
"Oh, let me help you," she said, bending over him so her tits dangled in front of his face.
Her hands went to his crotch and unzipped his pants. She reached inside and flipped out his hard dong.
"Now, isn't that better?" she asked. He nodded.
"Better yet, let's take those old, tight pants off," she said tugging on them.
"Why ... are ... you ... doin' this?" he asked in astonishment.
"Because, Daddy, dear, I have the hornies. I have this problem ... I like to fuck, and you're the only one here to screw. How does that grab you?"
He was helpless to fight her off. He stared at her honey-colored pussy and licked his lips.
"See, Daddy dear, this's why Mom forced me to get married ... so she wouldn't have to worry about me fuckin' all the time."
"She knows?" he asked gulping. His fingers were still in her snatch.
"Oh, yes. She caught me suckin' cock on Uncle Don."
"Your uncle?"
"Sure. He's got a prick and I wanted it. Oh, I wasn't always cock-happy. As a matter-of-fact, the first time I screwed I thought it was nasty and messy. Now I know it is damned good ... almost any peter is bitchin'."
"Who was the first guy? Some kid at school?"
"No. He's a guy about your age ... the one that took my cherry. The school boys came later. They weren't so hot, but then they didn't have much time ... ten minutes for three of them ... you know?"
He stared at his lovely naked daughter.
"Oh, don't worry ... I take the pill. Man, I can have as much fun as I want and never get caught. So, I think I'll fuck you!"
She spread her legs and pushed her father's finger into her slimy, wet slit.
"Feel good? Mushy enough for you? Wanna slide your cock in that hole you're fingerin' right now?"
Dad's hard dick stood tall and straight. "Well, if you can't make up your mind...." she said.
She crawled up on the couch with him and straddled his pelvis. She held his hand in her slippery slit and gradually lowered her crack to his stiff shaft. When she felt his hand with hers touch his beating cockhead, she moved her hand.
"Move your hand, dear, and feel the steam shoot out of my hole," she said. She lowered her marshy, sloppy slit to his pounding, pulsating peter.
"Like it?" she asked as she slid his stiff prick up into her clutching, clamping vagina.
Dad put his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. He humped his pelvis up to meet her sliding cunt. He put his big, warm hands on her smooth, soft hips and helped her bounce up and down on his stiff rod.
"Hey! Looks like fun!" came a voice from behind her.
"Bill! How wonderful! Come on in!" Mary said happily.
"Who's he?" Dad asked.
"My father-in-law," Mary explained.
She stopped squishing up and down his tall shaft to introduce her father to her father-in-law.
"Can I join the fun?" Bill asked, stripping off his clothes.
"Certainly," Mary said.
"Oh, shit!" said Dad.
"Don't worry, I'll let you have your cum. I'll sock a fuck to her later. Now I'm gonna suck those luscious, delicious tits," Bill said walking over to them with his studly cock high over his firm nuts.
"I didn't hear you knock," Mary said as she began to slide up and down her father's rigid dick.
"I didn't ... Come here, babe. Gimme those sweet smellin' boobs," he said craddling her tits in his big, rugged hands.
"Really neat," Mary said as she happily rammed her cunt over her dad's solid prick.
She tingled at Bill's touch on her super sensitive tits. She was gloriously happy as she clamped onto Bill's stiff whang and put her hot lips to his pounding cockhead. Her tongue circled around and around the tip-top of his beating, pounding, blood-gorged whang. She knew he loved being blown. She slid her hot, wet mouth down, down, down on his rugged shaft. She felt his beating cockhead press against her windpipe as she sucked.
Her hands cupped his soft nut skin and she massaged gently while he massaged her soft, smooth breasts. Her hot, bubbling furnace was crammed full of her father's plunging stick.
She felt the gentle nudging of penis at her asshole. She took her mouth off Bill's gorgeous cock to see who had joined the party.
"Uncle Don," she said happily.
"Hi, sugar," he said dabbing his prick in her ass crack.
Mary went back to sucking her neighbor and now father-in-law's cock. She bent slightly forward on her father's stiff dick so Uncle Don could push his hard whang into her ashole.
Her head reeled and spun. Never had she felt such sparkling electricity shoot through her entire body. She was thrilled at feeling cock in her dribbling, hot cunt ... stiff prick in her tight, clutching asshole ... rugged, manly whang in her spitty, hot mouth.
Her fingers rubbed and massaged Bill's balls. She tingled with lusty passion as she felt his fingers pinch her nipples. When his hot, wet mouth sucked in her succulent nipples she flipped out. Her hips gyrated and rotated the best they could between the two stiff sticks. Her slit ran wet with her lubricating juices. She tossed her head and her golden hair fell over her pretty face ... and Bill's chewed cock.
Dad punched his stiff talley whacker deep in his lovely daughter's seething, bubbling, torrid hole. He jammed his fuck stick up inside her as his humping pelvis smacked a hot fuck to her.
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE," Dad yelled and shot off his load.
His body jerked and spasmed. His gut contracted as he pushed his shooting penis solidly, smack-up-tight into her contracting vagina.
She sucked madly on Bill's pleasure stick as she felt her father's whang wither and go limp in her flooded, drenched tunnel. Her father's rubbery prick fell out of her hole and his juice dribbled out of her tube and bathed his balls.
She flinched as the rapid, jack-hammering prick stabbed deeper into her tight asshole, now that it had more room to lunge. The cock in her rectum dug in and rammed back and forth, back and forth. She felt Uncle Don's swinging balls smack her in the cunt crack. Her womanly juices and her father's cum squashed out of her pussy onto his swinging nuts.
"AAAAA AAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Uncle Donald shouted as he pummeled her asshole one last time and shot his mass of cream. He bent over her naked, sweating body and shook like a dog in heat.
Mary was all hung up on cock sucking and nibbling Bill's stiff dong. She felt Uncle Don pull his spent prick out of her rectal opening. His thick tongue was licking and lapping at her asshole ... snarflng up his own sperm cum. He licked on down her slit and lapped at her dribbling cuntal mouth and on to her father's sticky rocks. She did not like him licking her father's balls and was happy to feel his tongue return to her marshy labia.
Her own mouth was busy on Bill's stiff prick. Her fingers darted from his heavy stem to his high, solid rocks and she sucked and tugged on his rigid whang.
"What'n the hell is this?" boomed Wilber's voice.
Mary sucked off Bill's stiff cock and looked at her young husband.
"I din't expect you home," she said.
"Apparently not!" the bridegroom said fiercely.
Behind her young husband stood her mother. "What're you doing here?" Mary asked her mother.
"Wilber invited me over for dinner," Ivy said, stunned.
Ivy looked at her precious lover, Bill, with his cock still slippery, shiny from her daughter's saliva. Her heart did a nosedive.
"How could you?" Ivy asked Bill. "You know how much I love you!"
"But I never told you to love me ... I never encouraged you," he said.
"Is he the one who took your cherry?" Ivy asked her daughter.
"Yes! I didn't know you loved Bill," Mary said.
"I've had an affair with him for years," Ivy said. "Then, when he slacked off, I thought there was another woman. I never dreamed it was my own daughter!" Ivy cried.
"Don't cry, Mom. Here, you come suck his cock." Mary held Bill's slippery, spitty cock toward her mother.
"This's all very cozy. The whole family's in on the act. My dad's screwin' my wife. My wife's screwin' her dad and uncle. My mother-in-law's suckin' my dad's cock! Just where'n the hell do I fit into this family orgy?" Wilber asked angrily.
"Wherever you want, dear," Mary said.
Wilber dropped his pants and walked over to his wife who was squashing around on her dad's sticky pelvis.
"Shit on you," he said.
Wilber lifted Ivy's dress up and pulled her pants down. He spread her legs wide apart and walked into her dripping cunt with his young stud rod pointed for her to ride. Ivy was busy sucking on Bill's hot cock.
Bill had had his rough cob sucked by the daughter and now the mother, and he couldn't stand any more. He shot off his load in one steady, long stream of spray. His hips shook and his belly contracted.
Ivy swallowed and gulped her lover's hot cream and licked her lips for more. She lapped Bill's hanging prick up one side and down the other. Her hands cradled his loose, soft balls.
Wilber pummeled his stiff dong into Ivy. His pelvis rivotted his stick into her seething, dripping vaginal tube. His ass cheeks jiggled and rippled from the fast movements. His young balls smacked his mother-in-law in her ass crack.
Mary grabbed her young husband by the swinging balls ... gently.
He stopped ricocheting his mother-in-law and pulled his hard dong out of her clutching tube with the sound of breaking suction.
"I didn't cum," Mary said.
Wilber pulled her off of her father's naked, matted crotch and laid her on the floor. He spread her thighs wide apart and buried his handsome, young face in her cuntal crack and licked and lapped. He snarfed up all the dripping cum from her father. He slid up her naked, sweat-slickened body and punched his cum-drenched tongue into her mouth.
She felt his tough, young cock snub to her spasming vagina. She smelled cum on his young, firm face. Her arms went around his shoulders. She was jolted when he shoved his blood-filled, pounding, pulsating dick into her wildly spasming tunnel.
Wilber heaved his stiff shaft into Mary's young, tight cunt. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and slammed his stick into his wile's hole.
She jolted and her naked, glistening tits rocked and jiggled at the impact.
"I want you to cum," he said hoarsely. His breathing was heavy.
"FUCK ME A GOOD ONE! STICK YOUR WHANG UP MY CUNT, HARD! I LOVE IT! OH, WILBER ... YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD FUCKER! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"
Mary tingled and sparkled of love for the young man sticking his penis deep into her vagina.
Wilber ricocheted his wife's hole with all the fervor of a dog in heat.
She felt deliriously happy at the feeling of his jack-hammering prick. Her clit fluttered. Her cuntal mouth spasmed.
"I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMMMM," she said crying.
Wilber heaved his pelvis forward and shot off his hot, burning sperm into her shooting jist. His body wracked and shook.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAnimmiEEEEEEEEEEE," she shrieked.
"EEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAA," he hollered.
Mary and Wilber collapsed in each other's arms. Sweat seared them together. Cum dribbled out of Mary's hole as Wilber's cock went limp.
"Aren't they a darling couple?" Ivy asked. She kissed Bill's limp prick and cradled his soft, loose balls.
He nodded.
"I'm so glad I got to see her after all these years," her Dad said, fondling his own shot prick.
"I'm glad to see you, too," Uncle Don said to Dad.
"This's pretty good family," Bill said sticking his finger in Ivy's cunt.
"We'll have to have more good times ... just the family...." Mary said, and smiled.
"Wonderful," Bill said.
"Say, darling," Mary said to Wilber. "When you feel like it, will you please roll off me? I haven't fucked your father for such a long time ... "
