Ginny's legs were spread as far apart as they could go. I had seen my big sister's cunt before, but never so much of it. It was split wide open.
Even through the narrow crack in the door I could see the light glistening off her pussy lips. Her cunt was gaping and wet, fringed by a wild tangle of bristling pubic hair. The lips were shocking pink, moist and throbbing in their arousal. Her open gash drooled in striking redness, cunt-juice oozing from her inflamed pussy tunnel.
I uncontrollably licked my lips at the sight of my sister's cunt. It was the best view I had ever had of a pussy, including my own.
Up until now, every time I'd thought of sex I'd pushed it out of my mind, telling myself I wasn't ready for it at fourteen. But, now, my beating heart and the tightening in my crotch told me that I had just grown up. I hadn't asked for this, it had just happened.
A few minutes ago I'd been a naive schoolgirl doing my math homework in the kitchen. With spying on Ginny the last thing on my mind, I'd gone looking for her to ask her help with an algebra problem that had me stumped. As I walked down the hallway toward the bedroom we shared, I called her to see if she was around. When I got to our room and there was still no answer, I assumed Ginny had either gone out or was taking a nap.
Not wanting to disturb her, I'd quietly opened the door so I wouldn't wake her if she was asleep. However, to my astonishment, by the time I had the door open a couple of inches, I saw Ginny lying naked on her bed.
Her legs were spread to each side of the bed and I looked straight at Ginny's split cunt.
As my eyes bugged out, my heart leaped into my throat and stuck there. My groin abruptly began twitching, and within seconds I could feel my pussy dampening. Before I knew it my cunt was soaking wet. My thin panties clung like a second skin between my quivering thighs.
My breathing was heavy, but there was no chance that Ginny would hear it. Her husky sighs more than drowned me out as she panted from the same sensations that had turned her pussy into a throbbing open wound of raw sex.
"Oooooh," she moaned as she slid her fingers down her belly and into the hairy furrow of her crotch. Her fingers snaked through her pubic curls and then lay against the open slash of her snatch. Working her hand against her pussy lips, she began furiously masturbating, her moans increasing in intensity.
I couldn't believe how turned on I was. Before, when I'd felt stirrings in my crotch, I'd always managed to find something to do to get my mind off it, sure that playing with myself was wrong. And now the feeling was so strong I didn't see how I could avoid giving in.
Not really in control of myself, I allowed my hand to slip down below my waist. Watching Ginny masturbate, I began to unconsciously imitate her, rubbing my hot crotch through my tight jeans.
When the pussy juice began to saturate the heavy denim, I automatically undid my jeans and pushed them down my hips. When they fell to around my ankles I stepped out of them, standing in the hall spying on my sister in just a sweatshirt and my clinging bikini panties.
With my eyes riveted on Ginny, I watched her gouge her fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy. Moving two of them in and out of her foaming snatch in rhythmic thrusts, it was obvious to even such an inexperienced eye as mine that she was finger-fucking herself.
My own fingers slid across my inner thigh and touched my throbbing cunt through my flimsy, soaking panties. Pussy juice was pouring out, making my fingers sticky as I pressed my hand against my young honey-pot.
Now I was moaning too, almost as loudly as Ginny. As she shoved another finger inside her pussy, I slipped my hand under the elastic of my panties and fondled my bare cunt. The feeling that coursed through my body when I touched my naked pussy was electric.
Abruptly I had my fingers in my snatch too as I watched my sister finger-fucking herself. Mimicking her exactly, I began moving my fingers within my tight pussy. For the first time in my life I experienced the unbelievable thrill of having something inside my cunt.
It was a tight fit, but my three fingers managed to wiggle farther and farther up my spasming hole. Before I knew it, they were in me to the hilt, pumping back and forth inside my wet, convulsing pussy.
I got so carried away watching my sister play with herself and doing it to myself, that I threw caution to the winds. Only aware of the thrilling feeling between my legs, I forgot all about avoiding detection, and let out a long, low, throaty groan of passion.
Reality suddenly slapped me in the face. Ginny sat up with a start, looking straight at me with her mouth open, her hand still buried in her cunt.
"What do you think you're doing, Tina?" she snapped. "You little spy!"
I started to tremble, my thighs closing around my hand to keep my knees from knocking. Totally at loss as to what to do, and off balance from my quivering legs and hand between my legs, I stumbled forward, not catching myself until I had hit the door and knocked it wide open.
Throughout the whole incident I was reading Ginny's face, as transfixed by her anger as I'd been by her pussy. From the instant she had detected me, her eyes locked with mine, shaming me with direct and piercing contact. But, now, abruptly, her gaze shifted from my face and dropped below my waist. My sister was looking. straight at my cunt!
For the first time I realized that the open door gave Ginny a perfect view of my whole body. I was virtually nude from the waist down, my hand bulging under my dripping panties. Three fingers were inside my cunt. Pussy juice was running down my legs.
I gasped in humiliation. What my sister was looking at me doing to myself was just as nasty as what I was looking at her doing to-herself.
"Well, well," Ginny said with a smirk, "what do we have here?"
I groped for words, but the attempt was useless.
Garbled stammering was all I could manage.
Embarrassed beyond belief when I realized that Ginny was looking straight at my hand on my cunt, I pulled my fingers from between my thighs. Forgetting that I was still wearing my panties, I pulled out too brusquely and ripped the flimsy fabric.
Struggling to get free like a fly trapped in a spider's web, I only succeeded in tearing my panties further, finally ripping their crotch to shreds. My fingers were out of it at last, but now my pussy was wide open.
I looked down with shock and saw that my cunt-lips were so aroused that they were actually dangling from between my legs. They were coated with a thick, glistening slime, literally dripping with juice. My nostrils flared from the sudden, reeking scent of my own cunt.
"Ginny ... I... I... " I managed, "I'm sorry this happened."
"Oh, really?" she said, arching her eyebrows.
"But... but..." I stuttered, overwhelmed by anxiety, "I... I won't tell Mom and Dad ... if ... if you won't."
"Is that all you've got to say?" she said with a sly smile.
"What else do you want?" I cried, not knowing where to turn.
She answered by sliding her fingers out of her pussy and moving her hand slowly to her stomach, leaving a trail of shining wetness across her pubic hair. With her cunt fully exposed, she thrust her pelvis in my direction, opening her crimson fuck-hole into a gooey chasm.
"It's not what I want that's important," she finally said. "What do you want, little sister?"
"I... I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered.
"Wouldn't you like some of this?" she said bluntly, motioning toward her dripping crotch.
To make her point unmistakable she flexed her pussy at me. Then she put both hands to the sides of her cunt and pulled apart the lips. The sight of her yawning snatch made my box start to foam all over again.
I was dumbfounded. Rendered speechless once again, this time I wasn't even able to produce a sound. I only felt my pussy twisting into a knot.
"If you don't want my cunt," Ginny said knowingly, "how come you're licking your lips like you've just seen something scrumptious?"
With her words I became aware of my tongue moving wetly over the outside of my mouth and I blushed with embarrassment. Between my thighs, my crotch throbbed like an infection. My breasts started to tingle and my nipples hardened.
"Why don't you just come on in and close the door behind you," Ginny beckoned. "I know you're inexperienced, kid, but there's nothing I can't teach you. After all, that's what big sisters are for. You don't get to the ripe old age of seventeen these days without picking up a lot."
As though I were a robot with Ginny at the controls, I walked into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me. Slowly I moved toward the bed, my thighs rubbing my exposed pussy lips with maddening friction. I had lost sight of everything in the room except my sister's wide open cunt.
When I got to the bed I just stood there like a zombie, waiting to be told what to do next, my will surrendered to my naked sister. With her legs still spread, Ginny reached up to me and grabbed my wrists with her wet fingers, pulling me toward her.
Falling stiffly to the bed, the instant my body hit the mattress my tension and anxiety seemed to melt. Ginny's arms encircled me in a passionate embrace as her hot lips slid along my face toward my mouth. Suddenly I found myself the recipient of my first soul-kiss, my sister's shooting tongue darting between my teeth as she sealed my mouth with her lips.
When I felt her breasts rubbing against mine through my sweatshirt, I instinctively returned Ginny's kiss. Pushing my tongue past hers, I plunged it into her mouth as deeply as hers was in mine.
Pulling me on top of her, Ginny expertly manipulated my sexually inexperienced body. I felt my bare thigh slide against her naked crotch. Squeezing my leg between her thighs, Ginny crammed her hairy, wet cunt against my flesh. The sensation was so intense it felt like tiny needles were shooting into me where her pussy rubbed against my skin.
Sliding my mouth from hers so I could catch my breath, I looked into my sister's face. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed by lust.
"Tell me what to do next," I blurted.
"Move your leg against my cunt," my sister , hissed urgently. "Let me really feel you against me. Fuck me with your thigh."
I started rubbing my thigh against Ginny's pussy. The harder I rubbed the more her cunt opened up, bathing my skin with a sticky flow of hot juice.
"Now reach down and feel my clit," she moaned. "Make me come, Tina."
I stopped and looked at her. I didn't know what she was talking about. I'd never heard of a clit.
"What's a clit?" I asked meekly, ashamed of my ignorance.
"Wow, you do have a lot to learn," Ginny said, surprising me by chuckling instead of putting me down the way she usually did when I asked a dumb question. "Just feel around at the top of my pussy and you'll find out what I mean soon enough."
Shpping my hand between our bodies, I slid it down her belly until my fingers were meshed for the first time in my sister's curly cunt hair. Then, even more stimulating, I had my first feel of her pulsing, wet pussy. I trembled from the excitement created by touching another girl's pussy, unable to fully believe that I was actually playing with my own sister's cunt.
"At the top," she reminded me. "Just keep rubbing until you find it."
Still not sure what she was talking about, I fumbled with her box, searching for something that I hadn't even known existed until now.
Then, suddenly, as my fingertips slid against the top of her pussy, Ginny's loins lurched in a buckling snap.
"That's it!" she cried. "That's my clit!"
Yes, I could feel it a small spike of throbbing flesh stabbing against my hand. Seizing it between my fingers, I began softly pinching it, urged on my Ginny's excited cries.
"Ooooh, that feels good," she moaned. "You can never do it to yourself as well as somebody else can do it to you."
I became aware for the first time of my pussy sliding against the top of her hip. Instinctively, I inched downward, sensing that greater stimulation was to be found against the roundness of her thigh.
"That's it, Tina," Ginny sighed, "move your pussy down and get in on the action."
As the rise of her thigh slipped into the gooey well of my crotch, I felt Ginny's hand move between our bellies and move toward my cunt. First she had helped me discover her clit, and now she was helping me discover my own.
"My God!" she cried as her fingers fondled my pussy.
"What... what's wrong?" I gasped in apprehension, certain that I had done something wrong.
"Nothing," she grinned. "It's just that I can't believe how hard and stiff your clit is when you're still such a kid."
"I was fourteen last month," I said defiantly.
"Old enough to get your pussy wet, I guess," Ginny laughed, twisting my clit between her fingers.
Wet was right. My cunt wouldn't stop gushing. When she twisted my clit it was as though she were turning a miniature faucet, unleashing a constant flow of sticky fluid.
"I love your pussy, Sis," Ginny whispered hotly in my ear while her fingers moved all over my throbbing crotch. "I think it's even juicier than mine."
With pride swelling in my body, I ground my thigh against my sister's cunt, at the same time feeling her fingers enter mine. Suddenly she was finger-fucking me, inflaming my pelvis with burning lust.
I bucked my hips, gyrating my pelvis in a lurching bump-and-grind against Ginny's hand. With my every pelvic thrust her fingers buried themselves deeper within my cunt, each new bit of penetration heightening the thrills spasming through my dripping loins.
"You like it, don't you, Sis?" Ginny exulted. "You like having your pussy played with."
All I could do was nod my head. How could I deny that what was happening to me was-the most exciting occurrence of my young life?
"Would you like me to eat you?" Ginny asked.
"What... what's that?" I asked, terribly anxious in my ignorance.
"Just roll over and you'll find out," she said, sliding out from under me.
Following her orders, I flopped onto my back and lay with my legs spread. Looking down my body, I could see my pussy gaping between my thighs.
"If you liked my fingers in your snatch, you're going to love my tongue," Ginny said with a slurping smirk as she moved in between my parted legs.
As she lowered her head to my crotch it suddenly occurred to me what eating me meant. My own sister was going to put her mouth against my cunt and suck it!
The first touch of the lips of her mouth against the lips of my pussy was so startling that I could feel the hairs standing out of my neck. The sensation was incredible as Ginny kissed my cunt and ran her tongue along its throbbing exterior.
Abruptly, the strangeness of the experience vanished and I felt like I had been doing this all my life. "Stick your tongue in my cunt, Ginny," I heard myself saying. "Fill me with your tongue. Eat my pussy."
Responding perfectly, my sister stabbed her tongue four inches into my cunt. Pumping back and forth, she reamed me out, filling my young pussy with hot tongue.
I closed my thighs around her head, sealing her sucking mouth to my cunt. Entranced by the incredible feeling between my legs, I was determined to make it last forever.
The more Ginny ate my pussy the more my entire body responded to the stimulus. My small girlish breasts were throbbing under my sweatshirt. They were as hot as my cunt.
Unable to resist seeing if my tits were suddenly as large as they seemed, I pushed my hands under my sweatshirt. Immediately I forgot about their size when I felt them pulse against my pressing fingers. Now I was only interested in fondling them, marveling at how sensitive my breasts were.
Below, my sister pumped more and more vigorously in my cunt with her ramming tongue. It was unbelievable how hard she could keep it, and how long she could make it stretch. It was more like six inches than its original four now, penetrating deeper and deeper within my pussy.
Then, without warning, I felt a sharp twinge at the core of my vagina. The ecstasy suddenly turning to pain, I let out a shriek as my body jumped on the bed, splashing my wet pussy against Ginny's face.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I don't... I don't know," I whimpered, fright making my voice quiver.
"Does something feel tight inside?" she asked. "Does it feel like something's about to tear inside your pussy."
"Only when you stick your tongue in really far," I said. "Now it seems okay."
"That's what I figured," Ginny said, raising her face, smiling.
"Why are you laughing at me?" I protested.
"I'm not laughing at you, Tina," she reassured me. "I was just thinking back to when I was still cherry."
"Cherry?"
"Yes," she said, coming out completely from between my legs. "It means you've never fucked, that you're still a virgin. That pain you felt was my tongue pushing against your hymen-what they call your maidenhead or cherry. Just the same way some dude's big, stiff cock would do if you were making it with a guy for your first time."
"Cock!" I gasped. "You mean you aren't a virgin?"
"Not since I was fifteen, kiddo," Ginny said proudly. "I never thought you'd threaten to break my record by a year."
"But... who? Who did it to you?" I asked breathlessly, unable to believe I was asking such a question.
"Just Stacy Parker," she beamed.
"When? Where?"
"The first year I was a cheerleader and he was captain of the football team. He made me right under the bleachers after practice before the season had even started."
My senses reeled. I couldn't believe what Ginny was telling me. She'd always been considered a good girl. A cheerleader, an honor student, and president of our church young people's group. It seemed impossible to me that she could have spread her legs for a boy and let him put his stiff prick inside her pussy.
"What was it like?" I blurted, my ears burning from my uncontrollable frankness.
"It hurt like hell the first few minutes," Ginny said, "while he was popping my cherry. But when I realized how lucky I was to have ten inches of a football star's stiff cock up my cunt, it was easy to forget about the pain and the blood."
"The blood?" I recoiled.
"Sure."
"You mean it makes you have your period," I said, thinking about the monthly ordeal I'd been going through for the last year and a half.
"No, you klutz," she laughed. "The bleeding is just a one time thing from your hymen being torn by the boy's dick. That's what that tearing you felt was. My tongue was pushing too hard against the inside of your pussy. I forgot all about you being a virgin."
"Why did you stop if it's normal?" I asked.
"Because I'm old-fashioned enough to think a girl's cherry ought to be popped by a boy's hard-on," she said, smoothing my hair with her hand.
Suddenly anxious to get back to her description of what she'd done with Stacy Parker, I breathlessly asked, "What was it like after he popped your cherry?"
"Fantastic!" she exclaimed. "Even though it was my first time and my pussy was tight, Stacy got all ten inches of his cock inside my cunt. I could feel his balls squashing against my pussy lips. When he came he was so far in me that I thought the jizz was going to spurt out my throat."
"Came?" I said, wrinkling my nose. "You mean, he..."
"That's right, little sister," Ginny laughed. "He , shot the biggest load of sperm up my pussy you can imagine. There was so much of it that it ran out of my cunt and all over my legs, thicker than the blood. I was covered with the stuff. It's a good thing cheerleading practice was over or I'd have had a lot of explaining to do."
"Have ... have there been others?" I asked in a hush. "Have you ._.. you know ... have you done it with anybody else." *
"What's the matter, Tina?" Ginny said quizzically, picking up on my nervousness. "Are you afraid to say that word?"
"What word?" I gulped, turning my face from her gaze, knowing full well what she meant.
"You know what word."
"I... I can't say it," I admitted. "It's so ... so nasty." -
"Only because you've never done it," she said. "Now say it."
When I reiterated that I couldn't, she jumped on me, pinning me under her naked body. Shoving both her thigh and her hand to my crotch, she rubbed my pussy into a lather, hissing into my ear, "Say it, Tina. I won't give your cunt any peace until you say it. I'll keep rubbing until you go nuts if you don't say it."
She was ahead of schedule, as the friction between my legs made me delirious. Waves of fantastic pleasure spread through my loins, making my cunt convulse as she began furiously finger-fucking me.
"Say it!" she ordered, gouging my pussy. "Say it, Tina!"
I tried to protest. Instead I started to fall into the trap I had tried so hard to avoid, stammering, "F... F... Fu ... "
"Say it!" she screamed, whamming her thigh against my pulsing crotch.
As she simultaneously increased the intensity of her demand and the pressure between my legs, my eyes clouded over. The feeling that had been bubbling in my cunt suddenly exploded and spread like molten lava over my entire body.
"F...F...Fu..."Isputtered.
"F-U-C-K," she spelled it out.
"Fuck!" I blurted, the word erupting from my mouth.
As I said it, my consciousness seemed to go through the roof. All of a sudden I was hurtling through space, out of control of my senses and unable to stop hysterically babbling.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I cried repeatedly, the filthy word becoming a hypnotic force, the only thing in the universe on which I could focus besides the nerve-searing forces that were emanating from my cunt.
"You're coming, Tina!" Ginny cried. "I'm making you come!"
"Oh, God," I whimpered, experiencing an orgasm for the first time. "Oh, God, fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!"
"Come, Tina, just keep coming," Ginny said feverishly, sliding her body down so that her pussy was abruptly against mine. "Just keep moving."
. With the wetness of her cunt squashing against my pussy, the thrills wracking my body accelerated. Then, dehciously, Ginny's nude body was writhing on top of me as feverishly as mine was undulating beneath her.
"I'm coming with you!" she gasped. "Your big sister is coming along with you!"
Her mouth crushed against mine as he locked in a sweaty embrace, our lips and cunts locked as we came together. Flying on the crest of my first orgasm, I held my sister tightly to me and shuddered as one with her, moaning and groaning in perfect ecstasy.
We might have lay there for hours, our bodies crushed together with our pussies drooling against each other. We were oblivious to the rest of the world, the touch of our pressing bodies dominating our senses.
Then, suddenly, our passion was interrupted by the high-pitched bark of Ranger, the family dog. Somebody had just come home.
"Ginny .. . Tina ..." our mother's voice called. "Is either of you home?"
We jumped from the bed, scrambling for our clothing. By the time we were dressed Mom was coming down the hall toward our bedroom and Ginny and I didn't have a chance to say anything to each other about the pleasure we had just finished giving to one another.
"Tina," Mom said as she opened the bedroom door, "don't you have some homework to finish in the kitchen? I saw the books out there and it's after five."
"I guess I do," I confessed sheepishly. "I asked Ginny to help me with an algebra problem, and I guess we started ... started talking."
"Well, just get going and finish it," Mom said, "so I can start dinner. You know how your father is when supper is late."
Then Mom turned to Ginny and said, "And, young lady, I want you to help me get some things out of the car since you don't seem to have anything better to do than lounge around your room like a princess."
"Aw, gee, Mom, can't Billy do it?" Ginny whined.
"You know very well your brother has Little League practice on Thursdays," Mom snapped. "Now get off the bed and give me a hand."
Chapter Two
After my initiation into sex with my sister, I'd hoped to talk with Ginny that night about the way I felt. Never had I needed the guidance of my older sister so much.
But Ginny had a date that night and still wasn't home after the ten o'clock school night curfew Dad had set for her. When I went to bed Dad was
25 fuming at Ginny, while Mom sat over in the corner with a worried look on her face.
"Maybe something happened to her, Ed," Mom said to Dad. "You know that Ginny is a good girl."
"How do I know that?" Dad snapped, using Ginny as another excuse to get into an argument with her. "You know how kids are these days. You never know what they're doing behind your back."
"But, Ed," Mom protested, "Girmy's on the honor roll. She's a cheerleader. She's active in the youth group at the church."
**So what," he scoffed. "That just shows how sneaky she is. How do you know she isn't making us think she's one thing so she can be something else behind our backs. I'm telling you, Muriel, you can't trust these damn kids these days."
I heard them still arguing as I closed the bedroom door behind me and walked dejectedly to my room, wondering why they couldn't seem to get along any more. Not only was Ginny gone, but now Mom and Dad were fighting again. It had turned into a. very -depressing night after a glorious afternoon.
Lying in bed with the light out, I ran through my mind all the questions I wanted to ask Ginny. I wanted her to tell me again what it was like to actually have a boy's cock up her pussy. How big was a boy's cock? She'd said Stacy Parker's was ten inches. That was almost a foot. Were they all that big? And how many had Ginny seen? How many had she ... had she . .. oh-oh, that word again.
"How many cocks has she fucked?" I said aloud to myself in the dark, marveling at the power of the filthy word I couldn't resist saying. "How many pricks have fucked her cunt."
The obscene sounds of the dirty words had an electric effect on me. All drowsiness I'd felt vanished as I asked myself erotic questions about my big sister's sex life. Endlessly I repeated the words cock and cunt and pussy and prick-and especially fuck-tasting their sounds on my lips like forbidden fruit.
The more I obscenely babbled, the more impact the filthy words had on my suddenly over-active imagination. Cock and cunt and fuck took on visual meaning in my mind. Gradually, I found myself savoring a mental picture of a long, hard cock plunging in and out of my sister's foaming cunt. Fucking her.
"Oh, God," I moaned, closing my eyes and immersing myself in a world of sexual fantasy. "Fuck her. Fuck my sister's cunt. Fill my sister's cunt. Fill her pussy with your long, stiff prick. Fuck the living shit out of her!"
It was as though my sister and some boy were in the room with me-in the bed with me!-and I was urging them on, exhorting them to fuck harder and harder. "Fuck her-fuck her-fuck her," I panted. "Don't stop."
As my imagination totally captured me, my crotch tightened into an agonizing knot. Placing my fingers between my legs to soothe the throbbing, I suddenly found my hand soaking wet. My pussy was foaming with hot juice, bathing my groin with arousal.
While my sister and her phantom lover fucked in my mind, I slid my finger inside my spasming cunt and began moving it back and forth. The thrill from what was happening between my legs stoked the fires of my imagination, my pussy feeding my mind as though someone had poured gasoline on a fire.
"Come in her!" I cried to Ginny's phantom fucker. "Fill my sister's cunt with your hot sperm!"
Suddenly the fantasy-cock lurched in Ginny's slippery cunt and then pulled out of her fuck-hole just in time to spurt a column of white goo onto her heaving breasts. Her fingers flew to her tits and rubbed the creamy syrup into her skin, working up a lather that covered her nipples.
With my mind swamped with wet visions of exploding male cum, my aroused cunt went crazy, seeming to swallow my fingers. When I had three of them inside my pussy past the third knuckle, the second orgasm of my life swept through me, taking my breath away.
When I finally stopped coming and my senses returned to normal, I could feel that I was lying in a pool of warm dampness like I had just wet the bed. The sheets were drenched with the flow from my pussy.
Sitting up in bed, I moved from the wet spot and shook my head. It was like awakening from a dream as I tried to separate fact from fantasy.
Gradually I became more aware of the cool night around me. Ginny's bed was still unslept in. Listening to pick up the voices from the livingroom, I heard nothing. Mom and Dad had apparently stopped arguing and gone to bed.
My mouth dry from the self-induced excitement that had wracked my body, I got out of bed, deciding to go to the kitchen for a glass of milk. Not bothering to slip into a bathroom with nobody apparently up, I left the bedroom in my shortie see-through nightie, tip-toeing down the hall so I wouldn't wake Mom and Dad.
To my surprise, when I passed the entrance to the living room I saw that the hght was still on. I guess Mom and Dad had left it on for Ginny and I started to move on toward the kitchen.
Then something stopped me still in my tracks. My mother hadn't gone to bed after all. I recognized her shapely legs hanging over the end of the couch.
Seeing my mother lying on the couch, I felt depressed thinking that she and Dad hadn't settled their argument and she was sleeping in the living room because they couldn't get along. I started to tip-toe away toward the kitchen, not wanting to wake her so I could save her the embarrassment of knowing that I knew she and Dad were sleeping apart.
In the kitchen I had my milk and then walked back toward my room. When I passed the entrance to the living room I saw that my mother was still on the couch. Before I could continue down the hall the surprising sound of her voice paralyzed me as I realized she was actually awake.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
I tried to think of an answer, but the situation was so awkward the words wouldn't come.
"What're you doing?'* she repeated, only this time she was giggling. She wasn't talking to me at all!
"Just eating your cunt," I heard my father say.
"But I haven't bathed," she giggled some more.
"Just makes it funkier," he laughed. Then I could hear something slurp and I knew from my experience with Ginny that my father was sucking my mother's pussy in the next room.
I knew my parents had sex, of course, otherwise Ginny and I and Billy wouldn't be around. But, still, the idea of catching them at it was more than just shocking. Especially when they had been arguing so bitterly just a short time before. I just stood there, transfixed, my mouth hanging open, listening to their explicit voices and sounds.
"Oh, your cunt tastes so gooood," my father muttered wetly, obviously talking into my mother's pussy. "Better than any of those flavored douches. What have you been doing today."
"Riding my bike," she laughed. "Wanna sniff the seat when you're through between my legs." ^
I couldn't believe the way my mother was laughing and giggling. She sounded just like a schoolgirl, like one of the kids in my class when a boy put a frog down their dress or something. Except what she had was my father's mouth on her open cunt.
"Feel my cock while I'm eating you," I heard my father say. "Jack me off."
"Ill do better than that," she moaned. "Crawl on top of me and I'll suck your prick."
My eyes bugged out as I watched my father. He clambered onto the couch from the floor, where my view of him had been blocked by a coffee table. By moving to my right, I had a complete picture of him mounting my mother. Dad was completely nude.
I'd seen my dad in a bathing suit plenty of times, and with a towel wrapped around his waist when he was coming from the shower. But this was the first time since I'd entered my teens and was really aware of the difference between men and women that I had seen my father completely naked.
The difference between a bathing suit or a towel and nothing at all was immediately apparent. My father had an enormous erection.
Dad's cock stuck out like a long, stiff pole. Below his prick his hairy balls jiggled as he mounted my mother, moving his twitching organ back toward her open mouth.
Suddenly the cock that had hypnotized me started to disappear. My mother was swallowing it!
As my dad lowered his hips toward her face, my mom slid her lips up the shaft of his prick, eagerly taking inch after inch of the swollen member. Now I could see from my unobstructed view that she was as naked as he, taking his body to hers as she pushed his face down between her legs so he could resume eating her cunt while she sucked his cock. They'd been arguing so much lately, it was a shock to see them like this.
The room was filled with the sounds of mouths slurping against sex organs as they sucked each other. By now I had a perfect view of the whole thing, coming into the living room from the hall and standing against the wall, goggle-eyed in disbelief.
They didn't notice me because both of them were up to their eyeballs in the other's crotch. Their gasping and the slurping of their lips and tongues, were matched by the creaking of the springs in the couch as they moved their bodies in perfect rhythm with one another.
What a lesson in sex education I was getting as I watched my parents sixty-nine, lapping up a storm between each other's legs. My father's face was completely buried in the hairy nest of my mother's pussy, her black pubic curls completely obscuring his face. Above, her cheeks were swollen with the burden filling her mouth, my father's prick more than halfway between her lips by now.
My mother's fingers clutched at my father's balls, squeezing them while she worked his prick more and more down her throat. When at last she had every inch of him in her mouth and was sucking him to the hilt, her fingers went under his scrotum and slid up between the crack of his ass.
Dying to see what was happening, I silently moved around the room, keeping my distance so they wouldn't notice me. By the time I reached the television set I had a perfect view of the parted cheeks of my father's hairy ass. The light gleamed on my mother's wedding band just before her finger disappeared into the pulsing circle of his asshole.
Rstoning her wrist, Mom finger-fucked Dad in the ass, the vibrating force of her thrusts causing his cock to jump in and out of her mouth in a perfect fucking motion. Even with his cock crammed all the way down her throat, Mom still managed to moan loudly, the feel of my father fucking her in the mouth driving her wild.
The excitement I felt from watching them started to become unbearable. My body trembled, shaking like a leaf. My knees were knocking. And for the first time I pointedly noticed that I was completely naked under my flimsy see-through nightie.
My pubic bush was not fully developed yet at just fourteen, but the hght glistened from the sparse patch of curly hair that was already growing between my legs. It was soaking wet.
Automatically I placed my hand between my thighs, feeling the escaping juice ooze all over my exploring fingers. My pussy was so warm it almost burned my fingers, the flow practically bubbling from the heat of sexual arousal.
Then, my attention was turned back toward my parents as I heard my mother sigh as she released my father's hard cock from her mouth. "Oh, God, Ed, I'm so turned on. Fuck me, Ed! Fuck me, please!"
While I absent-mindedly manipulated my pussy, I watched my parents rearrange themselves so my father could stick his cock into my mother's cunt. She spread her legs so that one of them was hooked over the back of the couch and the other one rested on the coffee table. Her hairy, drooling box was an open target, seeming big enough to drive a truck through, which it had to be to accommodate my father's enormous hard-on.
He climbed on top of her, his ass temporarily obscuring the view of Mom's crotch while he fit himself between- her spread legs. But when I moved back around the room the way I had come, an image of his cock entering her pussy came into my line of vision. With his hand around his prick he thrust the pulsing tool into her waiting gash, ramming it within her with a single grunting thrust.
"Oooooh," she groaned as he stuck her, "fill me with your cock!"
I could actually hear the squish of his cock inside her tight, wet cunt as they rocked on the couch. My mother moaned in ecstasy, sliding her hand under Dad's balls so she could stick her finger in his ass again.
He cried out in pleasure when her finger shot mto his asshole. Spurred on by the added stimulation, he ground his hips against my mother's spread loins, burying his prick in her pussy all the way to his tightly clenched balls.
While they fucked I dropped into a chair across me room, unable to stand any longer with the feeling I had between my legs. I put one finger after another in my cunt, but they weren't enough. As I watched my father's hard prick split my mother's hairy cunt, I knew I had to have something long and round up my pussy, too.
I looked frantically around for an appropriate object to cram up my slobbering snatch. Then my eyes delightedly fell on a thick candle on a nearby end-table which Mom kept around because Aunt Harriet had given her a candelabra for Christmas a couple of years ago. It was just right. At least six inches long and about four around. If I closed my eyes when I stuck it up my cunt I could easily imagine it was my first cock.
Reaching over and grabbing the thick candle, I thrust it between my parted legs. Bending a knee over each arm rest of the chair, I was able to open my pussy further than I would have believed possible. When I looked down at my crotch I couldn't get over how wide my pussy lips were spread. Or how much goo was oozing from the mouth of my cunt.
After rubbing the end of the candle against the slippery outer folds of my pussy, I pushed the blunt object into my awaiting gash. The wax made it slide right in. Before I knew it I had a chunk of candle as big as the head of a prick engorging my virginal cunt.
Forgeting all about my cherry in my lust to be fucked, I jerked the candle toward my crotch, dreaming of having every phallic inch of it inside me. But when it was halfway within me, I suddenly felt the familiar twinge of pain in the heart of my pussy. Then something snapped inside me like an uncoiling spring and the wet candle came bouncing out of my cunt.
"My cherry," I whispered in wonder to myself, realizing how close I had just come to popping it. Remembering Ginny's sisterly concern that a boy's cock be the first thing to lance my maidenhead, I reinserted the candle in my cunt just enough so that it was comfortable, wiggling it around to make me come while avoiding my precious cherry.
As I was getting myself off on the candle, Mom and Dad were going crazy on the couch. They were starting to huff and puff, obviously getting ready to come. At last I was going to see the real thing!
He was going to come in her cunt, sperm spurting all over the place if Glnny had been telling me the truth about what it was like. I wondered what my mother's pussy would look like soaked with my father's hot cum. I could hardly wait.
"Come, come, come," I whispered at both them and myself. The head of the candle was moving maddeningly in the mouth of my pussy, touching places I hadn't known existed, and causing feelings I hadn't known I could experience.
Suddenly my mother's cracking voice drowned out my tiny whisper as she cried, "Oh, God, Ed, I'm coming! Fuck me hard, Ed, fuck me harder!"
"Unnnnhhh," he grunted, crashing his loins against hers as he skewered her with his long, hard cock.
"Oh, come in me, Ed," she begged. "Fill my cunt with your hot cum!"
This time when he grunted, she pulled her finger out of his asshole with a loud pop and gouged her fingers into his buns. As she clasped his ass, he lifted his head and let out a groan. Suddenly, milky white goo was oozing from the corners of my mothers cock-stuffed cunt and spreading across her thighs. He was coming in her. Coming in her so much that her pussy couldn't hold it all.
"Oh, God5 Ed!" she panted. "Your cum is hot. Your cum is so hot. Keep shooting it. Pull your cock out of my cunt and shoot your cum all over my tits. Let me feel it on my nipples. Rub the head of your cock against my nipples while you finished coming."
Incredibly, when he pulled his prick out of her pussy, my father's dick was still dribbling heavy globs of semen. Crawling up Mom's naked body, he sat on her firm belly and guided his still-hard cock to her heaving breasts. Placing the head against one of her nipples, and then the other, he deposited the last of his sticky flow.
When Dad had finished bathing Mom's tits with his jizz, she grabbed his cock and pulled it to her mouth. Hungrily, she lapped away the rest of his cum, smacking her lips as she swallowed every
. remaining drop.
I could have come just by watching them, but the phallic head of the candle engorging the mouth of my cunt made it even better. Pussy juice spilled down my legs and darkened the fabric of the chair. . Experiencing the same sensations I had felt during my afternoon of sexual indoctrination with
Ginny, I closed my eyes and just floated on the crest of coming, unable to believe I had let fourteen years and one mouth go by without ever experiencing an orgasm. At last I knew why I had a hole between my legs.
The three of us had all started coming almost simultaneously, and gradually we came down together. Although Mom and Dad didn't know I was in the room watching them fuck and coming along with them, I felt as though the three of us were involved in some kind of special partnership. I wanted to reach out and touch them, to caress their naked bodies and touch my father's hard cock and my mother's dripping pussy, but I knew it was impossible.
Reluctantly I concluded that I'd better get out of the living room or there was going to be a lot of embarrassment on both sides when the juices finally stopped flowing. While my parents snuggled in a cuddling embrace on the couch, kissing each other in the afterglow of fucking, I put the candle aside and got up to leave.
To my horror, as I stepped around the chair, I kicked a lamp. The noise seemed to me to be practically deafening. Surely they would notice me now. What would I do? What would I say?
Turning around, prepared to face the worst, I saw to my relief that their attention was riveted to the front door. The lock was clicking, a louder and more significant noise to them than my running into the lamp. Ginny was home!
"Quick, Ed," my mother hissed, "get off me and run for the bedroom. She'll catch us fucking!"
Jumping off her, my naked father dashed across the room with his wilting cock smacking against his leg while he ran. He was so absorbed in making it to the bedroom before Ginny came in that he didn't have time to notice I was standing just a few feet from his path.
My mother followed, just as ignorant of my presence. As she passed I couldn't help but admire how youthful and firm her nude body was. It was lusher and heavier than Ginny's, but just as exciting in its mature fullness, especially her dripping cunt hair that curled all the way down the insides of her thighs and up to her navel.
I got out of the living room just as the front door opened. It was Ginny all right. From the darkness of the hall I could see the worried look on her face as she wondered how much hell she was going to catch from Mom and Dad for being late. When she finally saw nobody was waiting Up for her, a big smile creased her face, and she headed for the kitchen to get a snack.
I chuckled on the way to the bedroom, thinking of how it would blow Ginny's mind if she knew the wild circumstances of how she beat curfew tonight.
Chapter Three
At six o'clock the next morning I woke up with my bladder about to burst. Running to the bathroom so I could pee, I didn't stop to think that somebody might already be in there. Only the light spreading out from under the door stopped me from crashing inside and embarrassing some other member of the family on the John.
Clad only in my shortie see-through nightie, I decided not to reveal my presence, even though my kidneys implored me to yell for whoever was inside to hurry up. Putting my ear to the door, I listened to figure out who might be inside, holding my thighs together to staunch the flow of urine. I picked up a series of rasping moans. When they didn't stop, I leaned down toward the keyhole so I could see what was going on inside.
On my knees, I centered my eye on the small opening and peered into the bathroom. At first all I could see was the sink, but by shifting around I could take in other parts of the bathroom in small segments.
Silently cursing whoever was making me wait when I had to pee so badly I could practically taste it, I tried to maneuver my line of vision in the direction of the toilet. Finally the white globe of someone's ass appeared, squashing on the toilet seat.
The ass was smooth and hairless so I knew it wasn't my father's. I'd seen Ginny sleeping before I'd left our bedroom, so I knew it wasn't her.
As I worked my eyes up the slender body I knew it wasn't my mother either. The chest was flat.
Now I saw the head. There was a blue baseball cap cocked on the back of it, a shock of orange hair pushing out under the bill. Under the hat my eleven-year-old brother Billy's freckled face twisted as though he were in some kind of agony while he moaned softly.
I tried to figure out what was wrong with Billy. At first I thought he was having trouble with a bowel movement, but then I saw that the lid of the toilet seat was closed and that hesvas sitting on topof it.
If he wasn't using the toilet, why was he naked? He usually wore, pajamas to bed.
Then I saw his pajamas crumpled on the floor. Looking back toward the toilet I saw that Billy's hand was in his lap. He seemed to be holding something between his legs. I could see that his hand was moving back and forth. He seemed to be stroking something, but it was hidden by his thighs and I couldn't see what it was.
Then, with a low groan, he shifted his position on the toilet seat and I could see what he was holding. Suddenly I was looking between his parted legs straight at his hairless crotch and watching Billy run his clenched fingers up and down his stiff cock!
He was jacking off, pumping his meat for all he was worth. With a perfect view I could make out the head of his cock, rubbing purple by the intense friction he was applying to himself. The agony I'd thought his face was contorted with was actually pleasure from the thrill of his foreskin chafing back and forth over the end of his prick.
Watching him made my pussy twinge as I suddenly remembered how badly I had to pee. Feeling a hot rush between my legs, I placed my hand against my crotch to stop myself.
There was immediate wetness against my fingers, but it seemed different than urine. It was thicker and stickier. Curious, I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted the musk of my own pussy juice. Suddenly I realized that watching my little brother beat his meat had turned me on without me knowing it, I looked back into the keyhole with renewed interest, returning my hand to my wet pussy. Billy's cock seemed to have gotten longer, standing perhaps four inches in his sliding grip. His moaning was more intense than ever.
The only times I had seen Billy's cock and balls they had been all shriveled up after he'd taken a bath. I couldn't believe that he could get his dick so hard and thick. It was still nothing like Dad's, but it certainly would be some day if what I was seeing this morning was any indication.
While I watched Billy, my fingers slid into my pussy and I started masturbating just as furiously as my little brother. In a moment my rubbing had as much rhythmic intensity against my slobbering cunt as Billy's fist did up and down the erect shaft of his prick. Matching each other stroke for stroke, we advanced head to head toward orgasm.
Then, after a furious blur of pistoning pumps, Billy's cock seemed to jump from his loins like an enraged snake. The purple head twitched and then abruptly shot forth a white glob at least six inches in front of him.
"Cream!" Billy cried. "I got cream! Wait'll I tell the gang!"
I gasped, realizing I was witnessing my little brother's first sperm. I couldn't help licking my hps.
Billy's cum oozed all over his hand as he stopped spurting. The bathroom light glistened off his fingers* making them look like he had just stuck them into a bowl of Mom's cake frosting. Truly, his cum looked good enough to eat.
But just because his prick had stopped erupting didn't mean that my coming had ceased. I had no wad to shoot to signify that my orgasm was over. The longer I played with my pussy, finger-fucking it and rubbing my clit, the longer I was able to keep on coming.
Then, suddenly, a burning mass seemed to knot within my cunt. The interior of my pussy throbbed, the recipient of an intense pressure that seemed about ready to burst my loins. Something inside of me desperately wanted out.
I was afraid of what might be coming next, but I stubbornly refused to remove my hand from my cunt, agitating it to the ultimate so the bursting secret of my loins could be unleashed.
A slave to my curiosity and the mysterious sensation, I temporarily forgot about Billy. I glanced at the doorknob and saw it was turning. In a second we would be face to face unless I ran.
But his cracking voice paralyzed me as it pierced through the door in equal parts of fear of being detected and anger that someone was spying on him.. "Come on, who's out there?" he demanded as he pulled the door open. "Can't a guy even get up in the middle of the night to ... to, uh, relieve himself?"
"I saw how you were relieving yourself," I said, looking him straight in the eye as the door flew all the way open.
He stammered, totally thrown off by my frankness. As I stood there before my naked brother, virtually nude myself, I was almost as astonished at what I'd said. The words had just come out as though they were the only ones to say.
While he continued to sputter, my gaze gradually lowered down his bare body. He was a good-looking kid, with a lot of muscles for an eleven-year-old. His legs were getting longer and more sinewy everyday. Soon hair would start cropping out on his body. Under his arms. Some on his face. And a big orange patch at his crotch to match the fiery thatch on his head.
But one part of his body was ahead of ail the rest. Maturity had already made deep inroads between his legs, thickening his prick and making it capable of four or five inches of twitching erection. White cum was smeared all over his cock-head.
Despite the fact that it had just shot an apparent bucket of sperm, Billy's prick was as hard and stiff as ever. His cock loomed stiffly in front of Mm as he confronted me, his developing balls tight and blue just beneath it.
"Are ... are you gonna tell Mom and Dad?" he finally forced himself to ask.
"Maybe," I teased. "Unless ..."
"Unless what?" he asked suspiciously.
"Unless.. . unless you do me a favor," I said coyly.
"How much of a favor? What is it?"
"You know," I said suggestively, looking straight at his throbbing hard-on.
When he realized what I meant, Billy's freckled face turned chalk-white. Then it turned bright red, as a blush spread over his whole body.
"You mean ... you mean ..." he sputtered.
I just nodded my head, keeping my eyes on his pulsing dick.
"You mean you want to suck my prick?" he managed to spit out the words.
I answered by reaching out and taking his cock and balls in my hands, slowly sliding his taut foreskin over the knotty end of his dick. Quickly his resistance melted as his hips started automatically moving, thrusting his prick deeply into my grasp.
Moving him backward, I maneuvered Billy into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind me exactly the same way I had done a little over twelve hours before when I was with Ginny in the bedroom. When he was in front of the toilet, I dropped to my knees and pushed him into a sitting position, clutching his cock in my fingers.
Hungrily, I savored the head of his prick in the bright fluorescent light of the bathroom. Its little slit drooled a viscous glob of cum.
Flicking my tongue out, I snagged the drop of sperm and popped it into my mouth. Rolling it around over my tongue, I savored my first taste of male cum.
Billy's sperm was so sweet I couldn't believe it. The more I tasted it the more I knew that I had to have more. My need to suck my brother's cock was now as great as my need to breathe.
Settling my lips over the head of his prick, I tasted my first dick. The pungent mixture of sweet and sour made my nostrils flare and my mouth salivate.
Nibbling eagerly downward, I swallowed all of his cock-head and slid down his slippery shaft. Pulsing between my nibbling lips, Billy's cock began jerking in my mouth, vibrating in a classic fucking motion. Within seconds he was in my mouth all the way to the sac of his tight, young balls, screwing me in the mouth.
Billy pumped his prick expertly in my sucking mouth. My lips squeezed like a cunt around him, applying the divine pressure required to make him come for a second time within minutes.
Recalling what I had seen Mom do to Dad, I slid my fingers under his hairless nuts and into the sweaty cleft of his tight ass. Up between his clenched cheeks I searched for the pucker of his asshole, feeling the tender flesh of his crack.
When I found it I stuck my finger in the center of his tiny hole and wiggled it inside. The way his sweet young cock jumped down my throat when I started finger-fucking his ass, I knew he liked it.
"Oh, God, Tina," Billy moaned as he squirmed on the toilet seat, "do it to me! Do it to me!"
Swallowing as hard as I could, I took his balls in my mouth along with his cock. They were as hard as rocks, but as sweet as plums. I wanted to suck them inside out.
Billy's ass bounced on the toilet seat as a spasm ripped through his body, driving his slim cock into my throat. Sensing what was about to happen, I pulled my finger from his anus, bending it at the knuckle so it would rip out.
"I'm coming!" he cried. "Tina, I'm coming!"
The cream he was so proud of filled my mouth and gurgled down my throat as he came in my mouth. My stomach was coated with sperm as it gushed from Billy's dick. Sliding my lips up to the tip of his prick, I sucked on his cock-head like it was a piece of juicy ripe fruit, drawing out every drop of the sweet nectar from his boyish loins.
Even though his cock stopped spurting and started to wilt, I kept sucking, trying to keep it hard with my tongue and lips. I wanted more.
"I can't keep it up any more," he complained while I kept blowing him.
"But I wanted you to stick it in my cunt," I whined, reluctantly releasing his flaccid tool. "I wanted you to fuck me."
"I can't," he shrugged his shoulders.
"That's not fair," I pouted. "I got you off. What about my pussy? Girls are people too, you know."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Sis," he said forlornly, pushing his baseball cap on his head and rumpling his red hair. "I'd like to ... to help you ... but I don't see how I can." He gestured toward his shriveled meat.
Determined to come, and flaunting my experience, I dropped back on the floor, feeling the cold tile raise goose pimples on the cheeks of my ass while I parted my thighs. Seeing the expression on his face was as accurate a reflection of my open pussy as if I'd had a mirror between my legs.
"Gosh!" he said in wonder. "I didn't know you were grown up enough to have hair growing on your pussy, Sis. Your cunt looks almost like a woman's I saw in a dirty book Jimmy Rooker swiped from his brother."
I smiled, proud that the sight of my cunt had made my little brother drool even though he was too sexually exhausted to get his prick up. Maybe Billy wouldn't pop my cherry this morning, but at least I had a sure-fire plan to have him make me come.
"Eat me," I ordered. "Get between my legs and eat my pussy."
Gasping at the opportunity which I presented him, Billy fell to his knees, his mouth watering just inches from my gaping snatch.
"Put your mouth against it," I directed. "Put your lips against my cunt like you're kissing it."
Billy's mouth pressed against my box with hot suction, his lips and tongue coming to life the instant he tasted my sweet pussy lips.
"Stick your tongue in me," I hissed excitedly. "Fuck me with your tongue if you can't do it with your cock."
At his age his stiff tongue was almost as long as his erect prick. It slid between my pussy lips, engorging my fuck-canal. I began moving my hips so I could feel the penetration to the maximum.
I started to feel an orgasm almost immediately, my pussy steaming in his sucking face. His tongue stabbed further and further inside me, filling me with hot goodness, dosing my eyes, I imagined with his prick inside me, pumping back and forth in a fucking frenzy.
The scent of my foaming cunt filled the air as a new torrent of orgasmic juice was released from its convulsing walls. The smell of my own sex was intoxicating, exciting me as much as the tongue fucking my pussy.
"Oooooh," I moaned deliriously as the climatic forces rippling through my body walled me in, making me a prisoner of my own orgasm. Pussy juice ran down my legs and drenched Billy's face as I came and came and came.
Exhausted as my orgasm finally ran out, I dropped my knees, releasing Billy's head from the compression of my thighs. Plopping my legs to the floor, I lay there with my cunt glowing while my brother pulled back and wiped his face.
When I regained my composure, I looked up to see Billy on the toilet once more, playing with his cock all over again. Incredibly, it was hard again.
There was no need for either of us to say anything. It was obvious that my little.brother was now fully capable of fucking me. When I saw Billy's stiff cock, I was more than ready to start all over again.
I beckoned him, telling him with my eyes and my spread legs to mount me and fuck me. Oh, God, how I wanted him to pop my cherry. How I longed to spill my virginal blood all over the slick bathroom tile.
Billy got up off the toilet and moved toward me, his young cock bigger than ever. The blue veins pulsed just beneath the white skin of his shaft. The knobby head was glowing with arousal.
He kneeled between my parted legs and I grabbed ahold of his tool, getting ready to guide it into my juicy slit. I could just imagine the head of his cock splitting my pussy lips, inching inside my hungry fuck-canal. My hymen palpitated within my cunt, aching to be broken.
The end of his prick rubbed against the outside of my snatch, lubricating itself with oozing pussy juice for the penetration, closing my eyes, I imagined what would soon follow.
His cock would sUde right up my pussy, filling me with gristly male warmth. He would move in and out, fucking me to the hilt. Our breathing would become harder and harder. I'd wrap my legs around him. At last he would pop my cherry and then come. The blood would run out of my cunt in a thick pink mixture with his cum. My orgasm would be so great I wouldn't be able to stand it without screaming.
"Oh, Billy," I cried, "fuck me! Fuck me!"
I yanked his prick toward my dripping crotch, feeling its knotty head push between my slimy cunt lips. The pulsing was like having a hot coal in my pussy, and I loved it.
I let go of Billy's cock because by now his thrusting pelvis and grinding hips were doing all the work. An inch of his shaft pushed in along with his prick-head. Answering back, I began my first real fuck by lifting my ass from the floor and swallowing two more inches of his cock in my cunt.
"Fuck me, Billy!" I cried. "Stick yOur cock in my cunt as far as it'll go! Fuck me hard!"
He humped me so hard that his baseball cap flew off his head, revealing the full shock of his red hair. His freckled face slid against my cheek as he slammed his groin against my bucking crotch, cramming his prick into me to the hilt.
"Yeeeeowwwww!" I shrieked as the sharp pain from my tight cherry spread through my loins.
"What's the matter, Sis?" Billy gulped, pulling back both his face and his prick a couple of inches in surprised response to my wild behavior.
I cinched my legs around his waist, trying to pull him back into me so I could recapture the exotic pain of having my hymen stretched by his dick. "Just shut up and fuck me!" I panted with feverish excitement.
But before the end of his cock could bruise against my cherry again, something drained the color from his freckled face. Then my mouth flew open as the same thing abruptly affected me.
Something pierced through the early-morning air that sounded like an air raid siren. When I looked out the bathroom window and saw that the sun had come up, I knew exactly what it was.
"Dad's alarm clock!" I said frantically. "He's getting up to go to work. He'll be here in a minute to shave and brush his teeth."
"I'd better get off you or he'll find us here fucking," Billy gasped, and sprang to his feet.~His stiff cock, wet with my pussy juice, glistened and twitched in front of him.
Quickly I jumped up beside Billy. Pulling him with me, I snapped off the light and opened the door, running toward the kitchen as I heard Dad's footsteps down the hall.
Hiding behind the refrigerator, we heard the bathroom door slam and the water start to run. "We'd better get back to our rooms, Billy," I said, "before Dad gets through in the bathroom and comes in here to make breakfast."
Squeezing his cock one last time for good luck, I slapped Billy across his bare fanny and sent him running, thinking wistfully of what might have been if we had just started rucking a few minutes earlier.
When I heard Billy's bedroom door close, I tip-toed to my own room, hearing Ginny as I crawled into bed, still a virgin.
Chapter Four
I had big expectations for the weekend. In my mind Billy and I had an unspoken agreement that he would pop my cherry the first opportunity we had to be alone. All day Friday at school I daydreamed about his slim, young cock splitting my pussy, pushing and shoving until the pain was unbearable and at last the membrane tore, the blood flowed from my cunt, and I was a virgin no longer.
Racing home, I felt sure that Billy would run home from elementary school just as fast, anxious to finish what we'd started in the bathroom. I bounded into the house, licking my Ups in expectation of my first real fuck to the finish.
Then, suddenly, without knowing exactly why, I shivered. There was something wrong. I could feel it in the air.
Warily, I tip-toed through the house, trying to discover the source of the trouble that seemed to be mysteriously hanging in the air. Cocking my ear, I moved down the hall, drawn for some reason toward my parents' bedroom.
The door was closed. Outside a strange bag lay. Stooping down I looked at the lettering on the side and read: Ace Refrigerator Repair.
I remembered Mom saying something a couple of days ago about the refrigerator acting funny. Somebody must be here to fix it. But why was his bag of tools all the way down here in the hall, across the house from the kitchen?
Turning around I started to leave, heading for the kitchen to see if the repairman was in there. However, before I could take more than a couple of steps, a low sighing moan stopped me in my tracks. It was coming through the bedroom door. I wanted to keep right on going toward the kitchen, but something inside me wouldn't let me. Drawn as though by a magnet, I swiveled around on my heel and moved toward the door.
The moaning increased in volume, coming through the door as though it were wide open. When I pressed my ear to the wood, it was even clearer, obviously the voice of a woman.
The more I listened the more it sounded like my mother was in pain. I knew it was none of my business, but I couldn't walk away, my curiosity building by the second.
"Ooooh," I heard her rasp huskily. "You're killing me!"
Immediately my mind filled with a vision of my mother confronting a burglar or rapist. Certain she needed my help, I turned the knob, inching the door open so her assailant wouldn't notice me before I could decide what to do.
As it turned out I could have kicked the door down and my mother and the man in there with her probably wouldn't have noticed it. They were on the bed together, naked, the hairy ass of the man grinding away between my mother's spread legs.
I had a perfect view of the refrigerator repairman's thick cock filling my mother's pussy as she moved beneath him. With the door open the creaking of bed springs joined her moaning as she sighed deliriously from the fuck being thrown into her.
"Fuck me harder!" she cried. "Split me in two!"
Beneath her naked body the bedspread was soaking wet from the pussy juice gushing out of her cunt. The cock engorging her fuck-hole slammed further into her, the repairman's huge balls squashing against her pink lips.
I wanted to close the door and turn away, pretending that I hadn't seen this obscene spectacle. The last thing I wanted to believe was that my mother was fooling around with other men. I knew Dad and she hadn't been getting along from all the arguments they'd been having lately, but I didn't know it had gone this far. Besides, when I'd seen them fucking on the couch the night before I assumed they'd buried the hatchet.
I shuddered, thinking what my father would do if he found out Mom was unfaithful. But despite my repulsion, I was paralyzed, unable to move as I watched the lewd exhibition of my mother being fucked by a strange man.
The repairman was like a bull, charging between my mother's spread loins with his goring prick. I imagined what his huge cock must feel like inside her pussy, filling her with so much pumping meat that it must have felt like he was tearing her apart. Whimpering from what he was doing to her, my mother wrapped her shapely legs around the repairman's middle, locking her ankles at his wiast and slamming him toward her. The squish of his prick in her cunt drowned out her moans and the creaking bed as he savagely fucked her.
"Come, you bastard!" Mom cried. "Stop holding back, you son of a bitch! I want it now!"
It was too much for me. I turned my head away, sensing that something was about to occur that would be more than I could stand to watch.
However, it was impossible to look away for long. My curiosity was even stronger than my loathing. I slowly turned around, gradually restoring my view of the bed.
As he grunted, the repairman pulled his long prick out of my mother's pussy and clasped it with his hand. Holding his cock like a hose, he sprayed an arcing onslaught of steaming white cum all over her stomach and breasts. I gaped, watching globs of semen splash against her tits and then drip from her erect nipples.
When the repairman was finished coming, my mother sat up and pushed his hand away from his prick and took it in her own fingers. Squeezing it to keep it hard, Mom slid her lips over the drooling head and began sucking the rest of the cum off his cock. Trickles of jizz oozed down her chin as she swallowed inch after inch of him, lapping him clean.
"Oh, Jesus, lady," the repairman said in a breaking voice. "Stop before you kill me. How much do you think I can take?"
As I watched goggle-eyed, Mom rolled over and hoisted herself onto all fours, raising her ass into the repairman's face. Throwing her hand behind her, she clasped her buns with gouging fingers and pulled apart her ass. Even from across the room I could see the curly trail of gooey pussy hair leading toward the pulsing red knot of her anus.
"Now fuck me in the ass," she rasped.
Grabbing his cock like a dagger, he stabbed it between her parted cheeks. I held my hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp, unable to believe that his huge prick could actually penetrate her tiny asshole.
My eyes bulging, I watched the repairman rub his massive cock-head against the puckering ridges of my mother's anus, centering his tool for the penetration that I was positive she wouldn't be able to take. I was just on the verge of running and stopping them when my mother spoke.
"What are you waiting for, stud? Don't tell me you've never fucked a customer in the ass before."
Angered by her taunt, the repairman grunted like the bull he had earlier resembled. With a snorting buck, he shoved forward, the head of his cock abruptly disappearing inside my mother's asshole.
"That's it!" Mom shrieked excitedly. "Stick it in! Stick it all the way in! Fuck me in the ass, you big hairy stud!"
My ears burned from hearing my mother talk this way, and my eyes watered from the sadness of watching her take a strange man's cock up her ass. But despite my shock and horror I couldn't stop watching.
I could tell the way she was squirming on the bed that the repairman's cock was tight in Mom's ass, but she didn't concede an inch to him. The more pain his bruising thrusts seemed to cause, the more of his prick up her ass she begged for. Her cries demanding more and more penetration filled the room, creating a lewd symphony in harmony with the creaking of the bed springs and the squishing of tight ass-fucking.
"Do it to me, stud," she whimpered. "Keep doing it to me. Fuck me all the way."
By this time all of the repairman's reluctance had long since vanished, his cock harder than ever. Eagerly he forced his prick further and further up my mother's ass, sphtting her cheeks and engorging her anus into a cock-filled circle with his cramming tool. The more he penetrated the more she begged for, until finally, to my utter astonishment, his dick was completely buried within the tight confines of her asshole.
"Are you sure you can take it this far, lady?" he asked as he pushed his cock in the final inch.
"If it kills me!" she answered defiantly, wiggling her ass to show how much she loved it.
He grabbed her around the chest, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as he continued to grind his loins against her ass. I tried to imagine what his enormous prick must feel like buried almost a foot in Mom's anus. Just thinking about the searing pain made me shudder.
She shuddered too. However, the way her quivering body made the bed rock it was obvious her trembling was caused more by ecstasy than pain. Incredibly she seemed to be coming, as though it were possible for her to have an orgasm in her ass as well as in her cunt. As I watched I couldn't help but wonder if this would ever happen to me.
The sight of my mother being fucked to the hilt in the ass was so hypnotic that the rest of the world ceased to exist. When I first heard the dog barking I paid no attention. It was only when Ranger didn't stop and I heard the back door open that I realized what was happening. Somebody was coming into the house!
I wanted to warn Mom, but couldn't get up enough nerve to do it. What do you say to your mother, no matter what the danger, when she's in the midst of being fucked in the ass by the refrigerator repairman? If the house had been on fire my inclination would have been to keep my mouth shut.
When footsteps clattered from the kitchen I moved away from the bedroom door, at a loss as to what to do next. Self-preservation told me to run to my room and hide. But loyalty told me just as strongly to stay and try and cover for my mother. Caught halfway down the hall between bedrooms, I saw my father turn the corner and walk toward me. I stood paralyzed with indecision, looking straight at him.
"Hi, Tina," he said, pulling off his coat and slinging it over his shoulder.
"Oh, hi... hi, Dad," I said, fighting to keep my "voice from trembling.
"What's the matter?" he said, peering at me as he moved closer. "You look pale, Tina. Are you all right?"
"I think I've caught some kind of bug," I lied, trying to stall him.
"Did your mother give you something for it?" "Mother?" I blurted as though I'd never heard of her before.
"Yes," he said. "You were just coming from her room, weren't you?"
"Well, I... uh ... " I stammered inconclusively, unable to think fast enough to field the tricky hop the conversation had taken.
Dad looked me straight in the eye and said grimly, "What are you trying to hide, Tina?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's written all over your face," he charged, taking me by the shoulders. "You were in our bedroom without permission, weren't you? Probably stealing change."
"No, no!" I protested my innocence, hoping my voice would be loud enough to warn Mom and her lover.
"Don't give me that crap," he said, shaking me. "I know when my own daughter is lying. I'll know soon enough what you've been up to in there."
Trying to brush me aside, he started to move toward the bedroom. Impulsively I grabbed ahold of him, pretending to faint. Falling to the floor, I embraced him around the waist so he couldn't move.
He wasn't fooled. Maybe if Ginny hadn't broken curfew the night before he'd have been more sympathetic to my histrionics. But it was obvious that he'd had a bellyful of teenagers as he pushed me against the wall, banging my head on the plaster before he walked toward the bedroom.
"Goddamn kids are all rotten these days," I could hear him fuming as he put his hand on the doorknob. "It's this permissive society that's ruining them. If I'd behaved the way my kids do, my father would've kicked the living shit out of me."
Like the last player between a runaway punt returner and the goal line, I got up and threw myseif at my father, tackling him around the knees.
"No, no, please don't go in there," I pleaded as he tried to wriggle free and open the door. "You can ground me for a month... just don't go in there."
Looking down, he snarled contemptuously at me, "I have the feeling you're going to be grounded a lot longer than a month when I find out just exaetly what you've done."
"But it's not me!" I blurted, the consequences of telling the truth obscured by my panic.
"Then who is it?" he laughed sarcastically while he pushed the door fully open.
"Mom," I whispered in a cold hush, as we both saw what was really going on inside the bedroom.
Both Dad's and my eyes filled with the image of Mom on her knees, sucking the last of the cum off the naked repairman's cock. Startled by the opening door, she turned around to face it, the repairman's stiff prick slipping out of her mouth and sliding wetly against her cheek. A glistening glob of sperm drooled down her chin.
Then all hell broke loose.
Chapter Five
"They're getting a divorce," I said- "There's no doubt about it."
"Are you sure?" Ginny said, pleading with me to be less certain. "Yes," I said definitely. "Can't he forgive her?" "Not when he found her with the repairman's cock in her mouth and his cum all over her," I sadly concluded. "The only way it could have been worse would have been if he'd come home earlier and seen the rest of it. The things I saw." "Tell me again. I just can't believe it." "He fucked her in the cunt, and then he fucked her in the ass," I said evenly. "You actually saw it then?" "Yes," I sighed, covering my face with my hands as though reliving a nightmare. "1 still can't believe how enormous his cock looked in Mom's pussy. And then in her ass it seemed even bigger. I thought he was going to kill her." "How did she act?"
"She loved it. It hurt her, but she kept wanting more and more. If Dad hadn't walked in, I think they might have fucked again. His prick was still as hard as ever when Dad caught her sucking the cum off it."
"God, I just can't believe it," Ginny said, shaking her head so her lustrous brown hair swished like gossamer.
"You mean Mom seeing other men?" "Well, that, of course," Ginny said, "but especially taking a cock in her ass. Mom's always seemed so ... you know ..." "Proper."
"Yes, so proper and old-fashioned when it comes to sex. The thought of her bending over and letting some dude stick his big, fat cock up her asshole blows my mind."
"Do you think-we'll be separated now that Morn and Dad are splitting up?" I changed the subject, troubled by Ginny's fixation on our mother taking a stranger's prick up her ass.
"Could be," Ginny said. "I'm sure Dad would like to have me out of his hair, but you're not old enough yet for him to really hate you for being a teenager. And hell probably want Billy so he can make a man out of him. I mean, realistically, he can go to court and say Mom's unfit and get the judge to do whatever he wants."
I must have winced, because then Ginny's voice softened and she said, "I'm sorry, Tina, maybe it won't work out that way after all. Maybe they'll get back together and the family will stay just like it is."
"But how can it?" I wailed, tears welling in my eyes. "Our father caught our mother with another man's cock in her mouth. How can a family stay together after something like that?"
"But you saw them too. You saw Mom and that repairman doing more than Dad did, and you don't want to break up the family," Ginny said, stroking my face to wipe away the tears and console me.
"I don't understand what you're getting at," I sobbed., "Well, you're part of the family too, aren't you?"
"Well... yes ... yes."
"And you don't want to break up the family just because Mom was making it with another guy, do you?"
"No," I admitted.
"And neither do I. And I'm sure Billy doesn't either. We're all members of the family just as much as Dad is. Why shouldn't he get the only vote when us kids want to stick together?"
"Gee, Ginny," I said, "I never thought of it that way. Why do you think we should do?"
"I think that if you'and Billy and I all feel the same, we should fight to keep the family together."
"But Mom and that stranger..." I said, my optimism sinking when I recalled what I'd seen that repairman's huge thrusting cock doing to her naked and willing body.
"Mom's not the first bored housewife to have an affair," Ginny said. "This isn't the Dark Ages. Dad can be made to understand. For all we know he's done his share of fooling around on those business trips he's always taking."
"Do you really think we can keep them together?"
"We can try," she said. "What kind of kids would we be if we didn't try and keep our mother and father together." Then she laughed and added, "Even if Dad is a disagreeable old tyrant half the time, and Mom can be a pain in the ass wanting everybody to do this and that, they're the only parents we've got."
"Oh, Ginny," I said, holding her, "you don't know how great it is to have a big sister like you. You don't know how much better I feel just from talking to you."
While I clutched her, Ginny smoothed my hair, running her fingers against my scalp. Feeling extremely tender towards her, I laid my head on her shoulder, lightly kissing her neck and then her soft cheek.
As consumed by emotion as I was, she squeezed me and returned my kisses. Only hers were harder. I could feel her hot breath against my face as her lips nibbled against my cheek on a moist path toward my ear.
Suddenly her hot breath was wafting into my ear. Then her damp tongue flicked inside my earhole, tickling me in a strangely arousing way.
I didn't want to be sexually excited at such a serious moment in our family's life, but unmistakably I was. As Ginny kept flicking her tongue and blowing in my ear, I felt an uncontrollable tightening in my crotch. I couldn't help squirming on the bed where we were sitting.
"What's the matter, Tina?" Ginny wanted to know. "Why are you turning away?"
"I feel funny," I admitted. "Like we shouldn't be holding each other like this when the family is falling apart."
"What are sisters for?" she shrugged. "Now come here and I guarantee that I'll make you feel better."
"But shouldn't we be thinking of how we're going to keep the family together?" I protested.
"We're not going to be able to accomplish a thing if we're down in the dumps. Now just lay back on the bed and relax and let big sister Ginny take care of everything."
Before I could make up my mind she gently pushed me down. When my head hit the pillow she fell on top of me, pinning me under her body. I tried to say something, but before I could get the words out her mouth covered mine. Unexpectedly, I found myself the recipient of a sudden deep, wet soul-kiss.
At first the shock of it made me struggle. But when Ginny's tongue darted into my mouth my squirming turned into an embrace as 1 threw my arms around her, drawing her so tightly to me I could hear her heart beating.
Now my tongue was in her mouth as deeply as hers was in mine. Our hot spit intermingled as our lips pressed together, our tongues dancing within each other's mouths.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, one of Ginny's legs dropped between my thighs. In the excitement from our lingering kiss, her leg rubbed against my crotch, pushing my skirt up around my waist. Only my thin panties separated us.
Responding to the stimulation my cunt came alive, suddenly turned into wet, throbbing jelly between my legs, lifting my inflamed pelvis, I squashed my gooey pussy against Ginny's thigh. The crotch of my panties was so saturated that it had almost ceased to exist.
I welcomed Ginny's hand against my breasts as she slipped her fingers inside my blouse. Pulling down the cups of my training bra, she made my nipples feel like a grown woman's, rubbing them into erect hardness.
I pulled up her sweater and I found to my delight that Ginny wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were hot and pulsing in my hands as I gently squeezed them.
Anxious to experience the thrill of her cunt, I lifted the leg that Ginny had previously straddled and brought the top of my thigh up against her crotch. The crinkle of hair against my skin as her dress flew up told me that Ginny wasn't wearing any panties.
"Oh, Ginny," I moaned in her ear as I slid away from her kiss, "I love your body. We've got to keep the family together. I love your tits and cunt too much to be separated from you."
"Not any more than I dig yours," she replied. "Let's stop playing games and strip so we can really get it on the way we both want to."
When she rolled off me, I eagerly began pulling my clothes off, anxious to be totally naked in front of my beloved sister.
Standing beside the bed she did the same, exposing her perfect teenage breasts and then her sopping pussy as her sweater and skirt flew to the floor.
When we were both completely nude, I started to get off the bed so I could hold my sister's fabulous body next to my bare skin. But she held out her hand and stopped me, saying, "Just lie there. I've got a great idea."
"What?"
"I'm going to sit on your face."
"With your cunt?" I blurted.
"You better believe it," Ginny grinned.
"But how will I breathe?"
"You won't want to," she leered.
"Yes, I guess I won't," I said looking straight at Ginny's dripping bush. Her cunt was soaking wet, drooling between her honey-colored thighs.
"As the rapist said to the victim," Ginny cracked, "just lay back and enjoy it."
Burying the back of my head in the pillow, I parted my lips like I was spreading my legs, opening my mouth as though it were a second cunt. My sister's slimy pussy would rub against it in a female kiss, choking my breath as it filled me with its taste, scent and juice. Despite our fun and games of the previous afternoon, it would be the first cunt I had ever tasted.
Raising my arms, I beckoned Ginny to come to me, begging for her wet pussy against my face. Satisfied that I was as horny as I could get, she climbed onto the bed and crawled toward my head, licking her lips in anticipation of what she was about to do.
The instant she swung her leg over the top of my body I could look up and see everything there was to see of Ginny's cunt. It spread in a damp chasm before my bulging eyes, making my mouth water with its hairy, open moistness.
Straddling my face, Ginny tantalizingly lowered her cunt, her pussy lips quivering. A crystal drop of genital juice fell from her spread loins and plopped wetly on my face. Quickly, my tongue snaked out and lapped it up. As soon as I had swallowed the intoxicating nectar, another drop fell... and then another... and another. By the time Ginny's pussy was an inch from my mouth my face was slick with her sticky cunt flow.
The smell of her cunt became more and more intense as her slobbering gash got closer and closer. The scent of stale urine mixed with vibrantly fresh pussy juice made my senses reel, engorging my brain with my sister's funky essence.
"Now, now!" I surprised myself by screaming. "Let me taste your cunt!"
But she was bent on teasing me. Splitting her thighs as far as they would go, Ginny spread her charms over my pop-eyed gaze like an umbrella. Except that this umbrella leaked like a sieve. Like drops of rain, her pussy juice splashed against my face, bathing me with pungent female goodness.
Looking straight into her spread gash, I could see into the core of Ginny's beautiful body. Her cunt seemed to gape open, the pink meat glistening with oozing wetness.
Aching to taste her pussy I flicked my tongue out, just reaching the outer folds of her snatch. Slowly, tantalizingly, Ginny lowered her cunt as I continued licking its quivering petals. The open hole became bigger and bigger until, at last, it was the only thing I could see. It was as though I was being devoured by her cunt.
Opening my mouth as wide as her pussy, at last our lips met, the lips of my mouth sucking desperately against the folds of Ginny's snatch. As her cunt, squashed against my mouth, a flood of her juice poured down my throat. Driven crazy by the taste of her honey-pot, I reflexively darted my tongue up Ginny's gooey slit.
"Oooooh, that's it," she moaned, settling her haunches on my face, "fuck me with your tongue. Pretend your tongue is a cock and fuck me!"
It was easy. My tongue stiffened and surged deep into Ginny's sticky crack. I began to work it back and forth inside her, filling my sister with as much throbbing hardness as I could manage.
"Fuck me, little sister, fuck me!" Ginny cried. "Tongue-fuck me so hard that I can't stand it!"
Feeling as Stacy Parker must have when he'd first gotten Ginny to open her long legs under the bleachers two years ago, I crammed my long, hard tongue as sure and as straight up her delicious cunt as any cock. Her thick pubic hair matted softly against my face, curling into my mouth and my nostrils while I frantically reamed her out.
I grabbed for her breasts, gouging into their springy softness. When I found her nipples I spread my fingers around them and then squeezed, feeling them harden in my grip.
"That's it," Ginny crooned. "Play with my nipples. You're doing it just right, Tina."
As if she needed to tell me. Her hot body squirming on top of mine was all I needed to know that I was already making her come.
"Fuck me! Feel me!" she cried uncontrollably. "Make me keep corning until I can't stand it!" Her body shivered. Wiggling her gorgeous ass on my face, Ginny ground her succulent cunt against my mouth, pulling my lips inside the mouth of her sucking gash. My tongue was like a prod within her, the tip of it scraping repeatedly against the puckering knot of her throbbing cervix.
The flow from Ginny's aroused pussy filled my mouth with a spectacularly distinctive taste I would always remember as my sister's. Still sucking for all I was worth, I thrust my tongue into her spasming cunt, jabbing back and forth in her love-tunnel.
Ginny moaned in ecstasy and wriggled in a frenzy on my juice-slicked face. Fluid waves almost threw both of us off the rocking bed. Her thighs crushed my cheeks while she dug her hand into my scalp to force my tingling, tickling mouth harder and harder against her burning cunt.
With a shudder of intolerable delight, my sister mounted a dizzying peak as her continuing orgasm carried her away to bliss. She groaned and bucked on my sucking face, drawing my mouth even further inside her pussy and stretching my pumping tongue to the ultimate.
All but suffocated in a prison of hot velvet, I lashed my tongue for a few final maddening strokes. Recovering the use of my lips, I pulled them out of Ginny's cunt and compressed then for a long, sucking oral-genital kiss.
A torrent of fresh love juice gushed from my sister's depths, washing over my face and down my throat. I swallowed in delight, working my lips and tongue carefully to draw out the last morsel of sisterly pleasure.
At last Ginny fell back, exhausted.
My face free of pussy for the first time in several minutes, I gasped for breath. My lips, chin and cheeks were damp and glossy with the outpouring of my sister's magnificent cunt.
"Did I do good, Ginny?" I asked anxiously, tasting a last glob of her pussy juice trickle down my throat.
"You did just perfect, Sis," she answered tenderly. "I've never come like that.*'
"Even with Stacy Parker?"
"With any guy. Your tongue is absolutely super! Especially for eating your first nookie."
"Maybe a girl automatically just understands how to satisfy another girl better than a boy can," I attempted to explain the phenomenon we had just shared.
I looked back to see Ginny grinning like a Cheshire cat. "I'll buy that!" she exulted. "Especially if they're sisters. But how about you? I can see that your cunt's just about ready to explode. Let me see if I can light your fuse as well as you did mine."
"Okay," I replied eagerly, turning over and crawling toward her on the bed. "Let's try it like this."
Working my way toward her on my knees, I moved my throbbing pussy on a straight line with Ginny's mouth. When I saw her tongue lick her lips I knew she'd figured out what was going to happen next.
With my cunt virtually in her face, Ginny wrinkled her nose and flicked out her tongue. The tip tickled against my exposed pussy lips, sending a buzzing thrill coursing through my loins. I could feel a drop of sticky juice oozing from my box and trickling wetly down my thigh.
"Your pussy is so beautiful," Ginny, said. "So innocent-looking."
While she flickingly tongued me, she reached out and traced the vertical ravine of my pulsing labia. Then she gently pulled my lips apart and seared my stiff little clit with the tip of her tongue as though she were branding me.
"Ready?" I asked anxiously, glancing down at Ginny's hungry eyes.
Ginny gazed into the soggy, pouting lips of my sparsely fringed twat. "I'm ready, and I can see you are!"
"Then suck me!" I begged. "Eat my pussy!
Make me come!"
Grabbing me around the waist, Ginny pulled my crotch to her face. Instantly the pink lips of my cunt met the wet mouth of my sister. I moaned and knotted my hands into tight fists as her tongue started to probe my secret depths.
Ginny's eyes smiled up at my enraptured face mischievously. I couldn't tell if she was smiling because her mouth was hidden in the soft, drooling mound of genital flesh. Thrilled to my core, I moaned and pressed my box down against Ginny's suctioning mouth.
Undulating my hips, I began to writhe against my sister's face. My pussy rubbed back-and-forth, up-and-down, against Ginny's sucking mouth. I shivered with delight as her tongue penetrated my cunt and repeated the fuck-like action I had given her only a few short moments before. I could scarcely bear it as her lips nibbled at my turgid clit, and her stiff tongue stabbed all the way into my cunt.
Immediately inflamed by what Ginny*s mouth and tongue were doing to my convulsing cunt, an orgasm was soon upon me. I sobbed and clamped my thighs about her face as she continued to pull me closer and closer. Juice flowed from my pussy into my sister's hungry mouth.
I was coming so hard that I thought nothing could ever top it. However, within the space of a few seconds Ginny demonstrated that with sex there is no ultimate, just the possibility for more and more and more.
Her fingers slid under my cunt and up between the cheeks of my ass, tickling the sensitive skin of my sweating crack. My anus pulsed hke a glowing ember the instant I felt her touch as I anticipated what was about to happen. Pucking and throbbing, my asshole began to drool on the inside, preparing its tight canal for the penetration it suddenly craved.
"Stick your finger in my ass," I pleaded, unable to wait any longer for the reaming-out I craved.
Ginny placed her fingertip against my anal rosebud and then shoved. Abruptly I felt my loins uncontrollably shudder as her finger slid in all the way to the second knuckle.
But it wasn't enough. "Further!" I gasped. "Stick it in me as far as it'll go!"
In a second her finger was in my ass to the hilt and moving. I could feel the vibrations all the way up in my bowels. The shit was gurgling as she wiggled her digit, finger-fucking me.
My ass was tight, but not so narrow that it couldn't accommodate all my sister was willing to throw into it. Adding a second finger, she crammed it inside me as far as the first one had gone, turning my colon into a blazing knot of passion that was just as intense as my burning pussy.
Ginny continued sucking. Her probing tongue matched every thrust of her fingers up my ass with a surge of its own. Somewhere in my center her fingers and tongue seemed to meet as if there were no division between my cunt and shit-pit. Suddenly I felt as though the center of my body were one big, cram-packed, greasy fuck-hole.
My cunt was so engorged with pumping tongue that my bladder felt like it was going to burst. Being finger-fucked in my ass and tongue-fucked in my pussy simultaneously, I felt certain I was going to crap and piss at once. The center of my body wanted to explode.
But instead of shitting and pissing, I came. Oh, God, how I came. The orgasm I had felt right at the beginning of my sister's penetration became a typhoon that raged through my body, swamping my senses with unbridled passion.
My body writhed and squirmed and jostled as
Ginny made deep, probing love to both of my passion holes. Her tongue tormented the deepest regions of my pussy, while her lips nibbled my clit. Her fingers gouged the depths of my rectum, knotting my intestines.
But as much as I was coming, Ginny tried to drive me to even greater extremes of sexual fury. Currents of orgasmic pleasure raced through me. She tried to suck my clit from my body.
Wave after wave of ecstasy hit me. My coming was continuous, riddling my body. Again and again my multiple orgasms shook my fevered body. I should have been exhausted, but all I wanted was more and more stimulation.
Her face clamped between my legs, Ginny should have been ready to drop from all the work she had put into my body. Her tongue should have felt like it was ready to tear from its roots, so hard and long and unceasingly had it reamed out my cunt. But each frantic orgasm wracking my body just seemed to drive her more desperately at my twat. Each time my pussy spewed a new torrent of female cream into her mouth, Ginny lapped more eagerly. She must have been coming herself just from tasting my cunt and finger-fucking my tight, gooey asshole.
Then, finally, after what seemed to be an infinity of passion, we tumbled apart in mutual exhaustion that we could no longer ignore. We snuggled together and kissed tenderly, as I licked my own pussy juice from my sister's trembling lips. "Oooooh, Ginny," I sighed. 'Tm so wrung out I don't think I'll be able to stand up for a week."
She chuckled softly and softly patted my cunt, pleased to have taken me to such sensual heights. "I bet you can't believe that just a few days ago you were just a naive kid," she laughed.
"What I can't believe is that I had this between my legs," I said, pointing to my inflamed, throbbing pussy, "and never used it."
"Well, that's what sisters are for," Ginny grinned and kissed me again.
Chapter Six
When we had finally recuperated from making love, Ginny and I turned our attention to developing some strategy for keeping the family together. After some discussion, Ginny and I decided that she would work on Mom and I would be responsible for Dad. "It has to be that way, she explained. "Dad will hardly talk to me anymore without yelling ever since I got into high school. He thinks all seventeen-year-old-girls are tramps."
"Well, aren't they?" I dead-panned.
She looked at me to see if I was serious. Trying with all my might to keep from breaking up, I maintained a face of stone.
Then, suddenly, I could no longer maintain my solemn pose. My cheeks billowed with air just before a stream of laughter spewed from my mouth. "Well, aren't they?" I shrieked gleefully.
"You better believe it," she broke up, hugging me in a sisterly embrace. "But what I can't wait for is until you're seventeen. With your body, you'll make me look like a nun. They'll have to send you away to a boarding school so you won't embarrass the family."
"The family ... the family ..." I said grimly, abruptly turning serious at the mention of it.
"What's wrong, Tina?" Ginny wanted to know.
"There's not going' to be any family unless we get to work and save it," I said, getting up and starting to dress.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"To find Billy and talk to him about convincing Dad not to leave Mom and break up the family," I said.
"Billy?"
"He's Dad's pride and joy," I explained. "If Dad won't listen to me, he'll listen to Billy."
"Do you think you can get the little squirt to go along with the idea?" Ginny asked.
"I think so," I said confidently. "I didn't know you'two were that close." "We are now," I said, recalling that early morning confrontation on the bathroom floor when Billy had come within an inch of popping my cherry.
"Good luck," Ginny said. "I guess I'd better get dressed, too, and go find Mom."
Billy wasn't anywhere around the house, so I decided to take a walk over to the ballfield to see if a game was going on. He was up at the plate when I got there, his red hair visible from a block away even under his batting helmet.
"Strike three, you're out!" the umpire bellowed after Billy swung futilely at a fat pitch. It surprised me because he was usually a pretty good hitter.
As Billy walked dejectedly from the plate, the field suddenly filled with kids from the other team cheering over their victory.
I came up behind Billy and threw my arm around him to console him. At first he jumped, but when he saw it was me he managed a smile. But there were tears in his eyes.
"Don't take it so hard," I tried to console him.
"It's only a game."
"But I blew it," he sobbed. "I should have been able to hit that guy's pitching. I just can't concentrate."
"Mom and Dad?" I asked understandingly.
He nodded his head. "I have trouble triinking about playing ball or anything else since they decided to get a divorce," Billy said sadly. "You know, I even flunked a spelling test today at school, and that's my best subject. Everytime I try to concentrate on anything else, my mind always comes back to the family breaking up."
"Yeah, I know how it is," I sympathized as I walked with my arm draped over his shoulders. "It's rough all right."
Then, abruptly, he stopped walking and looked up at me, tears pouring from his bloodshot eyes. "What are we going to do?" he wailed. "What if I have to move and never see my friends again. What if I never see Mom again. Or you and Ginny."
"Don't worry," I said soothingly, pushing back his baseball cap and smoothing his hair. "Ginny and I have come up with a plan."
"Aw, nothingll work," he said dejectedly. "They hate each other. I knew it was coming. I knew about the sex. It was only a matter of time until it all came out in the open. I should be able to take it better than this."
"You knew about the sex?" I blurted in surprise, stopping in my tracks. "What do you mean?"
"I'd seen her," he said.
"What?"
"About two months ago I went to Mom and Dad's bedroom to swipe some change," he explained, "and there were a couple of naked people in bed."
"You mean they were ..."
"Fucking," he said gravely. "At first I couldn't see their faces, but right away I could see his prick moving in and out of her cunt. I knew I should leave, but it was like I was hypnotized."
"Yeah, I understand completely," I nodded my head slowly, vividly recalling my first sight of the repairman's cock inside Mom's hairy cunt. "Who was it?"
"At first I thought it was Mom and Dad. That he'd come home from work early, you know. But the more 1 kept watching the more I realized it wasn't who I thought it was. Then, when he pulled out of her pussy and came all over her face, I knew it wasn't then."
"Who was she sleeping with?" I asked in a hush, dying to know. "She?"
"Yes, Mom. Who was she making love to?" "Nobody," he said, obviously puzzled by my response.
"I... I don't understand," I stammered, even more perplexed than Billy. "You said that
Mom..."
"I said that I thought it was Mom at first," he said. "But Dad was screwing somebody else. When I saw the black case on the floor I finally figured it out. He'd come home early from work and was fucking the Avon lady."
"Dad?" I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Yes," Billy said. "Isn't that what this divorce is all about? Mom finding out about Dad?"
Suddenly the strain was too much for me and something within me snapped. Without knowing why, I broke out in wild laughter. Then the tears started to roll down my cheeks.
"Tina, Tina, what's the matter?" Billy said, grabbing ahold of me and shaking me. "What's wrong with you?"
"I had the same thing happen to me," I calmed down enough to explain.
"You mean you saw Dad with somebody?"
"No .. . Mom!"
Billy was shocked. "Who ... who with?" he finally managed to ask in a deadly hush.
"The refrigerator repairman. I watched the whole thing. And then Dad caught them and blew up."
"Oh, wow," he muttered. "Both of them. Gosh, Tina, what are we going to do?"
By now we had reached the house. "Let's go inside and catch our breath and try and get our heads straight," I said. "Right now I don't know what to think."
We went into the kitchen for some milk and cookies, and then took them into the bedroom. Sitting on Billy's bed across from each other, we munched and sipped silently, both of our minds working overtime.
Finally I said, "Do you think we should confront both of them with what we know? I mean, the fact that both Mom and Dad had both been fooling around makes the situation more complicated. But, on the other hand, it makes it easier for each to forgive the other."
"I guess so," he said, glumly chewing a cookie.
"Ginny says she'll talk to Mom," I said. "Will you go with me to Dad?"
Billy said nothing, looking down at the space between us.
"Billy, look at me," I said irritably. "We've got to make a decision."
He lifted his gaze, but, then, before I resumed talking, it dropped again.
"What's the matter, Billy?"
"Uh. .. nothing," he said. But there was definitely something going on, because he'd turned bright red.
"What are you looking at?" I asked angrily. "What's so important that our family can wait?"
"Aw, jeez, I'm sorry," he said, bringing his hand to his face and covering his eyes. "I know I ought to be ashamed of myself, but I just can't help myself from looking up your skirt while you're sitting with your legs apart Uke that. I'm not gonna be able to think unless you change the way you're sitting, Tina."
Suddenly blushing with embarrassment, I looked down toward my lap and saw that my skirt had indeed pulled up over my spread knees because of the Indian-style way in which I was sitting on the bed. Billy had a perfect view of the pale blue crotch of my panties.
"God, I'm... I'm sorry," I sputtered. "I didn't mean to ... to distract you."
"Aw, that's okay," he shrugged. "I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't like to look between your legs. Especially after what happened between us in the bathroom when you caught me jerking off."
When I looked closely at him I saw that he wasn't just being diplomatic. The crotch of his baseball pants was rising and throbbing. Looking at my open crotch had made his cock as stiff as a board.
I wanted to get off the bed and cover my panties, but for some reason I couldn't make myself do it. Sitting there like I was paralyzed, I watched Billy's eyes drop below my waist again, protruding at the sight of my spread thighs.
Maybe I didn't cover myself because Billy suddenly seemed happy. He had been so gloomy ever since I'd encountered him striking out at the baseball game. On the walk home, with all our talk about Mom and Dad breaking up he'd been so sad. Now, from looking up my dress, his depression seemed to have at least temporarily vanished. It occurred to me that it would be cruel to take away that little ray of sunshine from the kid when things were going so badly for him.
Instead of getting up, I remained with my legs spread and let him look at my crotch. Returning his stare, I focused on the pulsing bulge in his pants, finding my cares vanishing also as I imagined what his slim cock must look like straining under the taut flannel of his baseball uniform.
After a few moments I stole a glance at his face again and saw that his eyes were rounder and wider than before. "What's the matter, Billy?" I asked, taking in his feverish expression. "Is there something wrong?"
"Your... your .. . panties," he said. "They're getting wet. You're wetting your pants!"
It was true. I could feel the stain spreading in a growing circle. My pussy was gushing. Within seconds my panties were clinging to my crotch. I could feel the lips oozing from my crack and rubbing against the soft, moist fabric.
"Do you like to look at your big sister's panties?" I asked coyly.
Excitedly, he nodded his head yes. "Especially when they're wet."
"Why is that?" I teased him.
"Because when they're wet, I can ... I can see everything down there."
"You mean my cunt?"
He nodded his head even more vigorously than before.
"Does looking at it make you feel better?"
"Oh, yes ... yes, it does," Billy panted.
"I'll bet you've even forgotten about striking - out, haven't you?"
"Yes," he gasped.
As if he had to answer my questions. By now his cock was jumping under his pants, swollen to full, throbbing hardness. I could imagine a drop of the white cream of which he was so proud oozing from the end and blotting into the absorbent cotton fly of his underpants.
When he squirmed I knew he had just become aware of the hidden stickiness I had anticipated.
"Would you like to see my cunt without anything in the way?" I asked tenderly.
"Oh, boy, would I!" he gushed boyishly, licking his lips like I had just offered him something really good to eat.
Without saying anything, I reached under my skirt and slipped my fingers under the elastic waistband of my panties. While I straightened out my legs, I slowly rolled the sopping fabric down my hips. I could hear the damp panty-crotch pulling wetly from my sticky pussy. My nostrils flared as the aroma of my aroused cunt filled the air.
Tantalizing my horny little brother, I carefully slipped the saturated panties off. Concealing my pussy, I held my dripping panties in the air, pushing them under my brother's nose. The intoxicating odor made his face wrinkle.
After waving them under Billy's nose for several maddening seconds, I dropped my panties over the edge of the bed. We could both hear them literally splat when they hit the floor.
Now I curled my fingers around the hem of my skirt. Slowly, I rolled it up, exposing an inch of my legs at a time. When I reached the tops of my thighs, my movements became even more deliberate. I teasingly made it seem like it would take forever for me to fully expose myself to my goggle-eyed, panting brother.
Then, at last, the wispy patch of curly hair at the bottom of my pubic triangle showed itself. Billy's cock leaped in his pants with such hardness that it might as well have been out in the open, so excited was he at the first glimpse of my naked pussy.
A few more folds of my hem and my cunt was before him. To make it an even more delectable sight, I slowly spread my legs, feeling my cunt-lips pull stickily apart as the space between my thighs increased.
My pussy opened further and further until I couldn't stretch my legs any further. My cunt was wide open.
Both of us were drooling-Billy from his gaping mouth, and me from my steaming pussy. Just to drive him a little crazier, I reached down and laid a finger into the bubbling chasm of my open gash, rubbing it up and down between my glistening cunt-lips.
When my finger was slicked with juice, I removed it from my frothing slit and brought it to my mouth. Flicking out my tongue, I lapped my own dew, closing my eyes and savoring its exotic taste.
"Want some?" I asked.
He looked pale, mesmerized by the sight of my gaping pussy and me deliciously tasting myself.
"Don't worry,*' I teased, "it won't stunt your growth. It might even grow hair on your chest. Or someplace even better."
I dropped my hand to my crotch again. This time I slipped my finger between my slick lips and plunged it into the depths of my gooey crevice. When it was soaking with cream, I pulled my finger from my gash and thrust it toward Billy's face, watching the excess drops loop in the air as they flew off.
In the same way I had slipped my finger between my labia, I slid it between Billy's lips. When I got it inside his mouth I could feel his tongue start to reflexively lick, wrapping around my finger to remove every precious morsel of my girlish fluid.
When I pulled my finger from his mouth, I dropped my hand into his lap. Even though I was expecting his cock to be hard, my hand still jumped when I felt his throbbing shaft for the first time. Even through- his pants it was like touching the blade of a razor-sharp dagger.
"Touch my cunt," I hissed while I fumbled with his fly.
Sliding closer to him, I straddled his waist and seized his wrist with my free hand, placing his palm flat against the drooling cleft of my pussy. When I was satisfied with his pressure against my cunt, I pulled down his zipper and plowed through the barrier of his underpants toward his cock. When I felt it writhe in my grip like a fevered snake, I pulled it out of his pants in a single, springing yank.
Incredibly, Billy's prick seemed to have grown an extra inch since the last time I'd seen it. With only inches separating his loins from mine, the end of his dick twitched excitingly near the top of my pussy, the curling tendrils of my wispy pubic floss tickling against his purple knot.
As I started to rhythmically stroke his young tool, I could feel Billy's trembling fingers slip between the slimy folds of my pussy lips. My cunt sucked him in, my greasy flow lubricating the penetration I yearned for. At the same time I pulled his taut foreskin over his swollen cock-head and then ripped it back down his shaft, jerking him off better than he could have ever done to himself. The cock I was stroking now appeared to be jutting from between my legs instead of his as I sat on his lap and obscured his groin. His nuts rubbed maddeningly against the bottom of my pussy while his hidden fingers deeply finger-fucked me.
Spasms of passion tore through my body as Billy plumbed the depths of my cunt, jabbing point after point of deep-seated pleasure. Adding fuel to the fire, the shaft of his cock lay against the emerging nub of my clit, moving sensuously against my joy-button while I throttled his elongated tool with pumping masturbation.
Now I leaned down, contorting myself so I could reach the head of his cock with my flicking tongue. In a second I made the tip of his prick glisten with saliva, bathing it with hot spit.
little bubbles of semen foamed from his cock. The way his slit was frothing and his dick was jumping, it would be only an instant before he was coming.
Before I could bend my neck enough to wrap my lips around his throbbing cock-head, the tiny slash at the end suddenly wretched forth a spewing of hot discharge. Unable to swallow his cum, I happily settled for an onslaught of it splashing against my face. Glob after glob of hot sperm scalded against me, getting into my hair, my eye, trickling down the slope of my nose, and dribbling down my chin.
Billy shot his fingers up my' cunt even deeper than before. A nerve-shattering snap of pain abruptly inundated my loins and spread like an electric shock throughout my body as his probing fingers brutally stretched my taut hymen, reminding me that I was still a virgin.
Moaning and groaning in an incredible combination of agony and ecstasy, I pitched forward on my brother, crushing him beneath me as I flattened him on the bed with the top half of my falling body. In the confusion, his cum-slicked cock slipped from my grasp. I wriggled on his muscular, young body, feeling his slippery dick slither under my haunches. When I finally stopped squirming I realized I had crawled over it and his cock was now sticking straight up between the parted cheeks of myass.
Even though he had just come, Billy's prick was as hard as ever. Spurred on by the soft cleavage of my buns, it began pumping in the ravine of my sweaty rectal cleft. His foreskin chafed in the groove of my crack, his pulsing cock-head emerging from the slot of my ass and slapping sensuously against the small of my back.
Masturbating him with my buns, I tightened the globes of my ass to achieye maximum jerking pressure, and felt his cock dance in my crack. His shaft rubbed maddeningly against my asshole. Inside, I could feel the rectal juices start to flow, my asshole drooling for its first fuck.
Reaching behind me, I tried to grasp his cock, hoping to slip it inside my drooling anus. But grabbing it was like trying to get a hold of a greased pig. Before I could get a solid grip, I felt Billy's cock lurch in the glove of my cheeks and send a long, hot stream of scalding cum spurting up my back.
His cum was lacerating, searing my skin like I was being whipped as it scorched the bare flesh where my blouse had ridden up. Billy erupted for at least thirty seconds before he stopped. And when he was through, his prick was as hard as ever! At eleven years old, Billy's cock was still small enough for its tip to fit comfortably into the indentation of my anus. After lifting myself up a few inches, I came down on him, feeling him stab into me halfway down his shaft on the first try.
Billy's dick had never felt such tightness from a masturbating hand as the narrow slot of my asshole provided him. My anus just sucked him in, swallowing his four or five inches of meat all the way to his balls. Just below, his nuts rubbed excitingly against the outer folds of my pussy, providing an incredible sensation with the circular bumping motion of their churning roundness. Fucked to the hilt in the ass, I felt the shit in my colon ball up like a fist, punching me in the belly from the inside.
But as much as I was getting, I wanted more. I tore my blouse off and ripped the skimpy training bra from my heaving chest. My breasts, swollen far beyond their normal size, smothered Billy's gasping face.
Too overwhelmed to know what to do, Billy lay pinned under me, trying to keep from choking to death. When he opened his mouth to fight for air, I gave him a tit instead.
I filled his mouth with my nipple like I was a nursing mother. He gurgled just like a hungry baby getting his nourishment after a night of crying.
I moved my hips in a gyrating motion that showed a sexual flair far beyond my tender years and limited experience. The feel of my brother's cock filling my ass spurred reflexes I hadn't faiown f had as I fought for every extra fractional inch of penetration. The tingling walls of my burning colon wrapped around the head of his prick, wringing his cock like a washrag.
Immobilized at first by the shock of what I was doing to him, now Billy started moving beneath me as vigorously as I was writhing on top of him. His cock surged further and further into my shit-pit, while he sucked on one of my tits. Shrieking in pain, I realized that he had just sunk his teeth into my erect nipple.
The pain just made me fuck harder. I wanted him to tear me apart inside with his sword-like dick the same way he was ripping into my tit. I want to explode with passion. I wanted to bleed and come and shit and piss all at once, fucking so hard I would have to be hospitalized.
Then it came to me. As Billy's cock bashed up my tight ass, I was certain I had stumbled upon a tactic that might bring Mom and Dad back together again. If I pretended to be sick-really sick-they'd be so worried about me they couldn't split up. Even if I was disappointed and it did fail, I knew it was something I had to try.
Just as I had made up my mind, Billy came for the third time within minutes, drenching my ass.
An orgasm swept over me. My brain was reduced to mindless jelly. My pulse became a blur. In the pit of my stomach, my belly turned over and over. My cunt had become dripping slime. My tits were being ravaged by Billy's grinding teeth.
But they were all a Sunday school picnic compared to my ass. It was like there was a firecracker, a cherry bomb, and a stick of dynamite in there all at the same time. They were all exploding at once, filling my bowels with lust.
Billy's cum backed up in my intestines, pooching my lower abdomen with a temporary roundness. When his dick finally started to shrivel, Billy slipped out of my ass and lay supine beneath me, panting from his exhaustion. My orgasm was almost over too, but I was anything but exhausted. If anything, I was feeling better than I had all day. Sure, my asshole was aching. And my tits were sore. My cunt throbbing. But, although the fucking was over, I still had plenty to look forward to. I had a way to keep the family together. My plan made me feel so good that I was determined to be sick as a dog as long as it took to get Mom and Dad to realize they really loved each other.
Chapter Seven
I started my act that night, right after dinner. It was perfectly timed because the weekend was coming up and nobody would suspect that I would blow two days of freedom from school if I wasn t really feeling rotten. .
Dad wasn't around, of course, already having moved into a motel, but I figured my being sick was the best way to get him back in the house so I could talk to him. Hopefully, Mom and Dad would be so concerned about my health that I would be able to talk to both of them at once. Maybe the whole family could get together.
In the meantime, I did my best to cough every thirty seconds and look as pale as possible. However, it turned out to be more work than I'd anticipated to get anyone to notice.
First of all, Ginny went out on a date. Then, Billy, exhausted by what we'd been up to earlier, went off to bed about 9:30. That left me alone with Mom, and she was so preoccupied and depressed that it was like I wasn't there.
Eventually, in the middle of a self-induced coughing fit, I triggered a raw nerve in my windpipe and suddenly I was coughing for real. I couldn't stop, sputtering and hawking until my throat rattled. When I started to gag, choking for breath, Mom finally noticed me.
"Why is your face turning blue, Tina?" she said in alarm, looking away from the television screen into which she had been staring like a zombie.
"I can't stop coughing," I gasped. "I'm having trouble breathing. It feels like an asthma attack."
"But you don't have asthma," she pointed out.
"Then it must be th& flu," I improvised. "The swine flu. Remember, I was on my period the day they gave the shots and I didn't get one so I wouldn't get sick. Well, now I'm really sick."
"We'd better get you to bed," Mom said as she placed her hand against my forehead. "Funny, but you don't seem to have a temperature."
"Get the thermometer," I said feverishly. "I feel like I'm burning up."
"All right, dear," she said, scurrying away, feeling useful now that one of her family needed her.
Before she came back I pulled an old trick I'd seen a dozen times on television. Pulling the thermometer from my mouth, I dipped it into a cup of coffee just long enough to get the mercury up past the 100 mark. When I heard my mother returning, I stuck it back under my tongue, knowing that the temperature reading would make it seem like I was on the brink of death.
"Oh, Tina," Mom said when she read the thermometer a few moments later. "You're a lot sicker than I thought. Your temperature's over a 103. You get into bed and I'll call the doctor and find out what I should do."
It turned out I wasn't supposed to move. Apparently the only cure for swine flu was turning yourself into a mummy.
Well, that and a rainbow of different colored pills the doctor had my mother get for me at the drugstore. But I held those under my tongue, spitting them out and hiding them under the mattress when Mom left the bedroom.
Unfortunately, faking the rest of the cure wasn't so easy. Anyway I looked at it, I was stuck with being confined in bed for the next few days, at least until Mom got so worried she swallowed her pride and called Dad at his motel and asked him to come over.
I got through the first night all right by sleeping, but the next day was tough. Trying to kill time, at first I watched the portable television set Mom brought in to my room. But a few consecutive hours of Saturday morning kid shows and I thought I really was getting sick.
Finally turning the TV off, I tried to read. However, everything around the house was either depressing or boring. Eventually I settled on the radio, switching on a hard rock station, and just lay there in bed grooving to the music.
But I bored of the music and then I remembered all the pills I was supposed to be taking that I had stashed away. Like the princess and the pea, suddenly I became acutely aware of them resting under the mattress.
I wondered what kinds of drugs they were. I'd heard kids who'd smoked pot say that it made time seem not to matter. Would these flu drugs do that also?
Bored as I was it couldn't hurt to try.
When I lifted my matlress it looked like I was hiding a candy store under my bed. There must have been six different kinds of pills I was supposed to take, and most of those two or three times a day. Without bothering to guess what each one might be for, I scooped up a handful of them, trying to get as many colors as possible.
Getting back into bed, I snuggled the blankets around my neck and popped all the pills into my mouth at once. Washing them down with one big gulp from a pitcher of orange juice Mom had left for me, I could feel them start dissolving on their way to my stomach. By the time they got there they were foaming like a quart of Alka Seltzer.
My abdomen convulsed as the potent chemicals started to disperse throughout my body. Spreading from my belly in concentric rings, the drugs quickly invaded every nerve and tissue of my body. Abruptly my senses exploded. Now when I laid back and listened to rock V roll on the radio I was on a magic carpet ride.
Grooving on the music became a more and more sensual experience as the heavy beat etched its mark on my soul. Then the D.J. got into some really heavy blues sounds and my skin started to crawl with low-down excitement.
As the beat throbbed in my ears like a command to lust, I matched the rhythm of the blues by rubbing my hand against my hot, wet cunt.
"Unnnhhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhh," I grunted along with the beat, stoking the fire in my pussy with the rushing energy from the rest of my body. 1 slid a couple of fingers inside my cunt and started pumping in the goo.
Coming was instantaneous. The combination of pills and the blues was so powerful that Fm sure my orgasm started the second I touched my pussy. Then it got more and more intense as I plunged my fingers into my cunt deeper and deeper.
I was practically fist-fucking myself, bruising my knuckles into my cherry. Wincing, I realized I had penetrated as far as I could go. Pulling my fingers from my pussy, I rested them against my crotch, rubbing my clit across the palm of my hand.
My orgasmic peak having been reached, a dreamy afterglow overtook me. Floating on a gossamer cloud, I fell into a half-sleep, throwing my sticky-fingered hand over the edge of the bed.
My senses were so liquid from coming and drugs that I might have laid there for a minute or an hour, I don't know. Then, something started to intrude on my consciousness. It was coming from my right hand. My fingers felt like they were into something wet and gooey again.
I wiggled my fingers, trying to figure out if they were in my pussy again. Instead, I felt teeth!
Looking over in shock as my eyes bolted open, I found myself staring into the eyes of Ranger, our German shepherd. In back of him I could see the door ajar, where he had nosed his way in. He was licking the pussy juice off my fingers.
"Well, hi, boy," I said. "Heard I was sick, huh?"
As though he had human intelligence, he nodded his shaggy head. Then he looked up toward the bed, making it clear that he wanted to come on up and keep me company.
"Okay, Ranger. C'mon, boy."
With a broad leap, he vaulted onto the bed and lay down beside me, panting.
"Wow, you're huffing- and puffing, bigiboy," I observed dreamily, the drugs maintaining their strong hold on me. "You're gettin' out of shape hangin' 'round the house all the time."
But when he wagged his tail something told me he wasn't out of breath at all, just excited. His nose wiggled as he sniffed the ear.
"What'sa matter, boy," I slurringly soothed him, "Smell somethin' good to eat?"
He answered by lapping out his long, red tongue against my face, wetly licking me. I wasn't of a mind to make him stop although he was drenching me. The drugs had heightened my senses, and the scraping of his taste buds against my cheeks, nose and lips was a pleasing sensation.
Now his tongue was lapping directly against my mouth. It was like being kissed by a mystery lover in an erotic dream. My body trembled uncontrollably from the stimulation.
As I squirmed under the blankets, I suddenly felt hot and feverish. I pulled the covers off me, all but explicitly inviting Ranger to move his tongue down my body as far as he wanted to go;
He went to my breasts as though he knew I wanted him to lick them. Immediately he got the nipples hard, expertly stimulating them like he knew exactly what they were. I closed my eyes and let my senses run wild while his pulsing tongue did the same on my tits.
Encased in velvet darkness, I felt the rasping magic of his tongue tingle down to my stomach. The wet tip went into my navel, filling my belly-button with hot, throbbing meat. His fur tickled me as he maneuvered for better position.
Then, for some reason, I opened my eyes. Something I couldn't identify told me to-maybe ESP.
I found myself looking straight between Ranger's bristly haunches. Jutting from the center of his body was a big, red hard-on. With him hunched over my body, his throbbing cock was only inches from my already-watering mouth.
"Come here, Ranger," I cooed, throwing my amis around his back so I could control his body.
He whimpered like he knew something extraordinary was about to happen, and laid his head across my breasts. His cock shot forward a couple of inches and the tip nibbed against my pursing lips.
My tongue flicked out and wrapped around the head of his prick. Then, returning it to my mouth, I tasted the salty flavor of his aroused cock. Immediately I wanted more.
Ranger started to tremble as I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick, orally stroking the throbbing knob. Some watchdog, I thought merrily, all a burglar would have to do to rob us blind was give him a quick blow-job.
"Calm down, boy," I soothed. "Tina's gonna make you feel real good. Better'n any of those old bitches you run around the neighborhood with."
But it turned out that the trembling wasn't because he was scared. He was just impatient.
Bucking his haunches in the direction of my face, Ranger thrust his cock in my mouth. Sliding slickly between my lips, the pulsing gristle crammed all the way to my throat.
Now that he was secure in my mouth. I didn't have to hold him in place any longer. I squeezed his furry balls, marveling at how they churned in my grasp. It was easy to tell that they were practically ready to explode with cum.
Wanting his jizz desperately in my drug-crazed desire, I sucked up and down the length of his prick in a blur His cock-head swelled to gigantic proportions in my mouth and then erupted. Hot, greasy dog sperm poured down my throat, rumbling in a sticky mass to my stomach.
Swallowing every drop, I sucked his dick dry. But not soft. When I had it clean it was still as long and hard as ever.
And my cunt was hotter than ever. And wetter. And spasming more. My damp crotch was absolutely fluttering.
Releasing his cock, I pulled Ranger's head to my face. Pulling back his huge ear, I whispered, "Fuck me, Ranger!"
Turning over and getting on my knees, I shoved my bare ass right up to the tip of Ranger's twitching cock. Immediately I could feel it bumping against my soft buns, anxious to split my cheeks and fill my juicy cunt. I reached behind me and clasped my fingers to my pussy Eps, pulling apart the ravine of my snatch.
No man or beast could have resisted fucking a target like that. Ranger knew exactly what to do, moving his furry haunches against the backs of my thighs and slamming against my spread ass. His cock knifed into my cunt, painfully bending my hymen on the first surge of penetration.
"Arrrggghhh!" I gasped as the searing agony stormed through my doubled-over body. My stretching maidenhead was like an internal, extra sex organ located within my cunt, an erogenous zone devoted to the production and appreciation of stark pain.
I recalled Ginny's words about the beauty of a boy's cock popping my cherry. But, right now, with Ranger's dick pumping so thickly in my cunt, I was willing to settle for a brawny dog. However, my hymen was a lot stronger than I'd imagined, and no matter how much it gave, Ranger's prick couldn't sever it.
That meant that the pain was continuous. But so was the pleasure.
"Oh, God, fuck me, Ranger," I moaned into the pillow I clutched. "Make me feel your cock until I can't stand it."
Drooling, he tried desperately to pop my cherry, driving his bestial tool in further than ever. I could feel his quaking balls rubbing against the mouth of my cunt, the stiff dog hair tickling my agitated clit. But the more he tried, the more my cherry refused to yield.
The pain was towering, but the ecstasy dominated even that. A monumental orgasm swept over me, making jne feel like I was going to shatter into a million pieces. Everything seemed bigger and more sensational.
But the most massive thing of all was the onslaught of cum that suddenly poured from the hose of Ranger's prick. Sperm instaneously filled my snatch and then began spraying in excess from the sides of my pussy lips.
I realized his cum was bouncing off the still-intact shield of my hymen. It was backing up in my cunt and pouring out as fast as Ranger could squirt it into me. Within seconds, two-thirds of his semen was outside, bathing the insides of my buns and thighs all the way down to the backs of my knees.
Coming up a storm, I was disappointed when Ranger finally stopped ejaculating. Wanting more, I forcefully constricted my pussy muscles around his softening prick, trying to coax it into continuing hardness. But two orgasms in the space of a few minutes indicated that he was probably in over his head already.
However, I still wasn't ready to take no for an answer. Wriggling my ass, I whipsawed Ranger's cock inside my twisting pussy tunnel, giving the task of restoring its hardness everything I had.
When he started to whimper I realized that the tables had been completely turned and now I was the one administering the pain. My constricting pussy was torturing Ranger's arching prick, trying to force it to do the impossible, yBut I- diidnt stop until, he barked, and the sound seemed to rattle the walls.
Maybe it wasn't really as loud as it seemed to me, but it was loud enough to rouse my mother. I could hear her getting up in the next room and walking rapidly toward my bedroom to see what was going on.
"Quick, Ranger," I hissed, "get off the bed.
Mom's coming in."
He bounded onto the floor just before she came into the room, sitting down and licking his sticky dick. I pulled the covers over me and thrust my hand between my legs, closing my thighs over my fingers while they probed lovingly against my wet, still-throbbing cunt.
"Oh, goodness, Ranger, get out of here," Mom said with irritation from the door. "Can't you see that Ginny's sick, you dumb dog. Scat!"
Pretending I was asleep, I heard Ranger whimper and then get up and pad from the room. Then Mom asked, "Ginny, are you all right?"
I didn't answer, keeping my eyes closed and smiling like I was in the midst of a dream.
"Thank God that silly dog didn't wake you up with all that barking," she'said with relief. "The doctor said you need all the rest you can get."
She left and turned out the light.
The only rest I got the remainder of the day was between orgasms. I was so horny, after Ranger, I must have masturbated a dozen times.
Chapter Eight
Drugs and sex having gotten me through the day, I finally fell into a deep sleep about nine that night. My dreams were sweet and horny after what I had put my senses through over the day. In the last dream I recall, cocks were everywhere. I was being brought to a fitful orgasm when a shrill voice interrupted my fantasizing.
"Tina! Tina!" the voice of my mother shrieked.
What was she doing in my dream? I thought in reeling confusion. Then, when I opened my eyes, I saw that she wasn't in the dream at all. The imaginary cocks were gone and reality in the form of Mom's troubled face was looking straight at me.
The pale look of surprise on my face must have been an unspoken question, because Mom answered it. "It's all over, Tina," she said, running her fingers over my dripping brow. "You must have had a nightmare. I'm here to take care of you now."
"What about Dad?" I asked feverishly, recalling the whole purpose of pretending to be ill in the first place. "Have you called him to tell him I'm sick?"
"Yes," she said tersely. Then she added bitterly, "God only knows where he is ... or who he's with."
"But I want to see him," I sobbed, turning on the tears.
"Calm down, honey," she said, sitting down on the bed and holding me. "Before you see anyone we've got to do something about your fever. You were thrashing around in that bed like^you were having a fit."
I looked at the floor and saw that it was littered with my blankets, thrown off the bed in the fury of my wet dream.
"You're so hot and sweaty," Mom said. "You must be sicker than I'd thought."
I wondered what she'd think if she only knew what had really made my temperature rise. As it was, I wasn't about to tell her. Playing my hot-and-botheredness to the hilt, I made it seem like I was on the verge of being one of the earliest fatalities of the swine flu epidemic.
"Maybe I should rub your body with alcohol to bring down your temperature," Mom said. "That's what I used to do when you were a little girl and got a high fever."
"And then you'd give me an enema," I laughed weakly. "I remember you used to do that too."
She sat up as though I'd just given her a bright idea. "As a matter of fact, I did used to do that when you were sick," she recalled. "And my mother used to give them to me. An enema always makes you feel better when you're not up to par. Sometimes when I'm down I still give one to myself."
"But, Mom..." I started to protest, imagining that ugly old black rubber nozzle stretching from the brick-red enema bag we'd had in the family for years, smeared with Vaseline and spearing my ass. "Please don't give me an enema," I pleaded. "They hurt so bad."
I winced recalling the bursting pain from the hot, soapy water engorging my bowels and dislodging the shit clinging stubbornly to the convulsing walls of my flooded intestines.
"But then it feels so good when it's over," she soothed.
Now I remembered that aspect of it: the sudden explosion of crap and soapy water pouring from my anus like a dam was breaking in my rectum.
The gushing tidal wave of stench. The stink of my guts filling the room as my watery shit splattered against the inside of the toilet.
"Come on, Tina," Mom said. "Mother knows best. Take your nightie off and come into the bathroom so we can get to work making you feel better."
I started to refuse, but then held the words, knowing there was no way out. By pretending to be sick, I had'thrown myself at my mother's mercy. To complain now might tip her off that I really wasn't sick at all. She might never get in touch with Dad and we kids wouldn't have a chance to get them back together again. ReaUzing that the reconciliation of my parents was the most important thing in the world to me, I decided to give in and go along with whatever Mom wanted to do.
Extracting a promise from her that she would keep trying to get in touch with Dad, I dutifully stripped my clinging, sweat-drenched nightie from my... body and nakedly followed my mother into the bathroom.
"First the rubbing alcohol," she said, opening the medicine cabinet and withdrawing a large bottle from it. "I'll get you a quilt from my closet to He down on then give you a massage."
When she, left to get the quilt, I looked into the open medicine cabinet and saw the six different jars of pills the doctor had prescribed over the phone for my alleged flu. Feeling in need of some sort of lift to get through what my mother was going to do for me, I reached up and helped myself to a handful of medication. By the time Mom returned I could already feel my brain pleasantly buzzing. As soon as the drugs took full effect I would be ready for anything.
"You look better, Tina," Mom said when she came back with the heavy quilt draped over her arm.
"Just looking forward to the massage and the enema," I said, realizing that since I had taken the pills I wasn't lying at all. , "I'm so glad to hear that," she smiled.
Suddenly I couldn't wait for my mother to start rubbing the cool alcohol into my hot skin. With the help of the drugs I had even begun to anticipate the peculiar sensation of the greasy enema valve sliding between the puckering ridges of my anus and spewing its soapy fluid up my rectal canal.
Mom spread the quilt on the floor and then looked at me invitingly and said, "Now He down here on your stomach and we'll get busy making you feel much, much better."
The first slap of alcohol on my back took my breath away as Mom began working her fingers into my pliant flesh. Then my panting turned to sighing when she started to massage the liquid into my pores, stimulating nerves beneath my skin that tingled all the way down to my toes.
I had forgotten how good my mother was at this ' sort of thing. Often, seeing her around the house day after day in the role of wife and mother, I forgot that she'd been a nurse before she married Dad. It was no accident that her fingers invariably touched all the right places as she massaged further and further down my back.
When she dug into the small of my back, an electric sensation shot through the center of my body. Reflexively I parted my thighs, feeling the cheeks of my ass pull open, inadvertently exposing my pussy from the rear.
I suppose I should have been embarrassed, having my own mother see the open chasm of my developing womanhood like that. But I wasn't. The massage she was now giving to the top of my ass just felt too good for me to be concerned about anything. In addition, I was so serene from the effects of the drugs I'd taken, it didn't even bother me when my cunt suddenly became wet with its own juice.
"Lower," I moaned. "Rub me lower, Mom. It feels so good down there."
She answered by sliding her fingers into the crack of my ass. Soothingly, they rubbed the alcohol into the sensitive skin just above my puckering anus.
"Lower," I begged, wanting to feel the coolness where I was suddenly hottest.
Then, incredibly, my mother's fingers began pressing and rubbing against the pulpy button of my asshole.
"I used to have to do this when you were a little girl," Mom said, her voice mellow with nostalgia.
"You would never wash here, so I had to do it for you. I soaped you up down here many times before you got old enough to take care of your body properly. Do you remember that, honey?"
"I don't remember if I do or not," I said. "Show me how you used to do it"
"All right, honey," she said, carried away by her fond memories.
I could feel her hand slide completely between my cheeks and then press flatly against my throbbing asshole. Then she began working the palm back and forth over the sensitive anal ridges. I felt her fingertip slip between the tight sphincter muscles and, then, abruptly, my mother's finger was lodged in my ass. Suddenly I had the most divine feeling in my ass as my mother slightly bent her engorging finger and began rotating it in my constricted anal canal. A moist goo began to secrete from my rectal walls, lubricating the ever increasing depth of her penetration.
Unable to restrain myself, I let out a husky groan while she deeply reamed out my spasming asshole.
"That's the exact same noise you used to make when you were a little girl and I did this to you," Mom said. "I guess you haven't grown up so much after all, despite physical appearances."
I don't know why, but when she said that I was sure she was referring to the wispy hair growing around my cunt that she couldn't help but be looking at.
"Do you think I'll ever have as much hair down there as you, Mom?" I asked as though my spreading pubic floss had already been overtly established as the topic of conversation.
"Oh, certainly," she replied, apparently without batting an eye. "All the women on my side of the family have been exceptionally hairy down there. You should have seen your grandmother. The first time I remember seeing her naked I screamed because I thought something terrible was happening to her. I thought she had some sort of strange disease between her legs. But it was just pubic hair, jet-black and curling all over her. Don't worry, Tina, you'll have plenty."
"I hope so," I said as she slowly pulled her finger out of my ass and traced the tip along the short path to my open, foaming pussy. "I want to look just like you down there, Mom. You have a beautiful.. . well, you know."
"Pussy?" she asked with a surprising lilt in her voice.
"Yes," I acknowledged, grateful for her honesty.
"I've always been proud of it," she said. "But yours looks like it's going to put mine to shame by the time you've grown up."
"Do you really think so?"
"Oh, yes, definitely," she gushed enthusiastically, "your lips down there look so soft and pink. And even at your age the inside seems to get wet already. You may not appreciate that now, but believe me you will someday. It's so lovely right now that I can hardly keep from touching it. You don't know how proud something like this makes a girl's mother. We all want our children to turn out all right, but when something like this happens it's always a cause for joy. Just remember, Tina, no matter what happens to you in life you'll always have that jewel between your legs. You're a lucky, lucky girl."
"Would you like to touch it?" I asked, heady with the potent combination of my mother's praise and drugs.
"Very much," she said, placing her fingers gently across my spread labia.
"Oooooh, that feels so good," I sighed, unable to suppress articulating the pleasurable sensation spreading through my loins. "Rub it right there where you've got your hand."
The juice gushed from my open slit and drenched my mother's fingers as she moved them back and forth across my cunt. Even more expertly than she had massaged the rest of my body, she did her magic on my pussy. When one of her fingers began squirming across my stiff little clit, I realized that I was more turned on than I had ever been before.
Mom slid a finger inside my cunt and started working it in and out. Instinctively, I rose on my hands and knees from the floor, raising her penetrating hand within me as I spread my dripping pussy in her face.
"Your tongue," I begged, disregarding all of the shame I should have felt.
She was equally oblivious to the normal restraints between mother and daughter, immediately burying her face between my spread thighs. like a searing lance her stiff tongue shot up my pussy, instantly tickling a hidden pleasure point that made me whimper with excruciating delight.
I could hear Mom's sucking as she began wetly eating my cunt, nibbling her lips against my moist labia while she continued to fill me with her pumping tongue. A combination of her warm spit and my steaming love juice drooled from my open slit and seeped down my thighs, our own secretions replacing the alcohol which she had been smearing on my body.
Finally she rolled me over, pushing me down supine on the quilt and tightly embracing me. As her face pressed against mine, I could smell her pungent breath reeking of the moist treasure between my legs.
She kissed me, darting her pussy-sweetened tongue into my mouth all the way to my throat, gagging me with pleasure. She began rubbing my tits, going to my aroused nipples and making them harder than ever.
"You have such a beautiful, growing body," she whispered when the kiss was over. "Can you already do everything with it that a woman is supposed to?"
I knew exactly what she meant, but I wanted to hear her say it.
"Can you come yet?" she breathed hotly into my ear. "Have you ever had an orgasm? Do you play with yourself and make yourself come?"
"Show me how to do it," I begged, leading her on so she would trigger the orgasm I now craved more than anything else in the world. "Take off your clothes and show me how to do it, Mom."
In a minute my mother was naked before me. She stripped so fast that her clothing came off in a blur. Suddenly I was looking up at her intensely hairy pussy, marveling at the dark and wild tangle of her runaway pubic floss.
Then, as she lowered herself beside me on the floor by squatting, I looked straight up between her parting thighs into the red mouth of her opening cunt. I had never seen anything so wet.
She straddled my face so her pussy came down toward my mouth. Before I knew it her wet, hairy meat was caressing my lips, the folds of her cunt squashing against my mouth.
"This is the best way to come," she said as she sat on my face, completely covering me with her sopping box. "It's always best when someone does it for you. And it's best of all when two people who love each other do it to each other at the same time."
With her cunt bathing my face with its sticky juices, Mom leaned forward and placed her mouth in the well of my parted thighs. Without being completely aware of how it had all happened, I found myself sixty-nining with my mother, each of our pussies being stimulated to the ultimate by the other's nibbling lips and pushing tongue.
We both got inside the other simultaneously, cramming our stiff tongues into the gooey depths of one another's pussy. My mother's cunt had a fantastic taste, much richer and deeper than Ginny's, mind-boggling in its lush maturity. Her tongue was as hard as a cock inside me, engorging my spasming love-canal.
Her tits squashed against my belly, the hard nipples working stiffly back and forth against my flesh until they started to ooze a sticky discharge. I reached out for her exquisite breasts, squeezing them tenderly and feeling them throb in my hands.
Opening my eyes, I could see my mother's pulsing asshole staring me right in the face. I remembered all her talk about mine being so brown and dirty when I was just a child. Here she was in her late thirties and hers was as pink and delicate as a rosebud. I knew she must be terribly proud of it.
Then, as the tip of my tongue scraped against the entrance to her womb, Mom began to shudder uncontrollably on top of me. For every jerk her body took, her probing tongue matched it within my cunt. Even at fourteen I was experienced enough to know that she was coming like mad.
Just watching and feeling her come was enough to start an orgasm within me also. Naturally, her, mouth against my cunt poured gasoline on the fire, turning it into a raging inferno. Within seconds I was consumed by a long, bone-rattling, nerve-searing climax that made the ones with Ginny and Billy seem like child's play.
Rolling and writhing on the quilt, we moaned and shook, trying to make each other come as hard as we could. My tongue probed deeper and deeper into my mother's spasming pussy, while hers went even further into mine.
Then, abruptly, the pleasure turned to pain for me. I bucked on the floor in instant agony. The sharp tip of her tongue was testing my hymen, stabbing me to such an extreme that she had uncovered my deepest secret.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you darling?" she said, coming up from between my thighs and twisting her head around.
I meekly nodded, ashamed for some reason that she knew what a child I still was in some ways.
"I could taste your cherry," she smiled.
"Please don't laugh at me," I blurted.
"Don't worry," she said, crawling off my body and sitting down beside me so I had a good look at her firm breasts. "I would never make fun of a girl for waiting, especially my own daughter."
"How old were you, Mom, when you ... you know ..." I asked, losing my nerve in the middle of the question.
"When I fucked a man for the first time?" she said. "Is that what you want to know?" Somehow, the word fuck coming from her seemed sweet and nice, the kind of thing a mother should say to her young daughter as they had a heart-to-heart talk.
"Yes," I nodded my head anxiously.
"Your father was the first one," she admitted to my surprise, closing her eyes like she was trying to recapture the moment. "Oh, we were so in love then. I'll never forget that night, no matter what happens between the two of us in the future. You'd never guess it now, but he was so kind and considerate. And his cock ... his cock. Oh, Tina, it was so big and hard. When I first saw him stripped for action on our wedding night I thought his cock would kill me. And then when I had it in my cunt for the first time, I prayed that it would."
"Did it hurt when he ... he ... "
"Popped my cherry?" she finished another stumbling sentence for me. "It hurt like hell. The blood came pouring out and I thought I was dying just like I'd wanted."
"Then what happened?" I eagerly asked.
"His cum started pouring out like crazy," she gushed enthusiastically. "All of a sudden my pussy was filled with it. What a feeling it is to have your pussy filled with a man's hot sperm for the first time. It's what being a woman is all about. Don't ever forget that, Tina. I've never been able to get enough of it since."
"Is that why you and the refrigerator repairman ..."
"Yes," she boldly admitted, showing no shame. "And the gardener ... and the milkman ... and anybody else who's been willing lately."
"But, why, if you loved Dad so much?"
"He can't satisfy me anymore. I mean, when we do it I still come as hard as ever-but he isn't willing to do it with me that often anymore. He's pooping out and I'm still at my peak. Believe me, Tina, I wish it were different, but, as your mother, it's my duty to tell you that a woman is born to fuck. The older we get, the more we want it. The more we need it. If your father could still satisfy me, believe me, there would be no trouble between us."
Then I took a terrible chance. "But Billy says he's seen Dad .. . you know, doing it with another woman. The Avon lady."
Suddenly the animation slid from Mom's face. Her expression turned to stone. I had finally gone too far.
From out of nowhere her open hand flew up in my face and slapped me across the cheek.
"I... I'm sorry, Mom," I stammered, my face burning with pain from her slap and shame from having betrayed her in the middle of our intimate talk. "You don't have to feel badly," I tried to make things better. "I understand."
But we had completely lost our rapport as the result of my imprudent remark. "What could you understand at fourteen!" she snapped coldly, her whole disposition changing to seething rage.
"But... I... I... thought we were having a mother-daughter talk," I protested weakly.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore," she said brusquely, rising to her feet.
Mom led me back to the bed when we were finished and helped me into it. Then she tucked me in as though I were a little girl again and kissed me goodnight.
Chapter Nine
When I woke up the next morning I gave up playing sick. My intimate confrontation with my mother made me realize how important it was to get her back together again with Dad. Whatever their differences, it was painfully obvious that she depended on his love.
Unless they were reconciled I sickeningly envisioned a future of her going from man to man. I was determined to keep that from happening. I was willing to do anything to keep the family together so we could all share each other's love instead of squandering it with strangers.
I needed a clean bill of health because my new plan of attack involved being well enough to go to school. That is, appearing to go to school. I had a bit of creative hooky in mind, but first I had to check things out with Ginny and Billy.
Both of them sadly agreed with each other that there was no hope. Ginny said that Mom seemed to be so sad she didn't know how to approach her. Billy couldn't talk to Dad because nobody had seen him since he'd moved out of the house.
After weighing their pessimism I made my decision that I would have to go for broke on my own.
"Tina," Ginny asked, "is there anything wrong?
You look so serious ... so ... so grim."
"I'm going to go see him," I said evenly.
"Who?" they both asked in unison.
"Dad."
"How do you know where he is?" Billy wanted to know.
"Mom has his number," I explained. "I saw it on a pad and called it. The clerk at the Midtown Motor Inn answered. When I asked him which room Ed Murray was in he told me 314."
"When are you going?" Ginny asked, wide-eyed at my boldness.
"Today. I'm cutting class."
"I'll go with you," Ginny said firmly. "I can't let you go through all that alone."
"No," I said steadfastly. "It's something I've got to do alone."
The next morning I walked down the street with Ginny and Billy and then veered off toward the left while they continued toward school wishing me good luck. On the bus toward the middle of town, I kept my fingers crossed, my heart pounding.
At the Midtown Motor.Inn, I took the elevator up to the third floor and went to my father's room. However, a knock on the door brought no response.
Then it hit me. Sadly I realized that in the process of formulating my plan I'd forgotten that Dad would be at work if I tried to see him during the day.
Unwilling to admit defeat, I decided to go inside anyway and wait for him. Recalling a trick I'd seen on television cop shows, I got my plastic library card out of my purse and used it to jimmy the lock.
I closed the door behind me and looked around. It was a cheerless place, looking just like the interior of every motel room we had ever stayed in on a family vacation.
The only immediate signs of Dad were some dirty clothes scattered around the floor and a half a bottle of whiskey on the end table by the couch. I had visions of my father drinking himself to sleep every night since he'd left home, using whiskey to blot out his loneliness.
But when I sat down on the couch my vision of my lonely father started to change. There were little things I noticed at first. And then, gradually, they developed into overwhelming evidence that my father was actually enjoying the life of a foot-loose bachelor.
First, there were the two glasses by. the whiskey bottle. Obviously Dad didn't need one for each hand. He'd been drinking with somebody.
Then there were the cigarette butts crumpled in the ashtray. At least half of them were smeared with lipstick.
I noticed something stuffed between the cushions of the couch. When I reached over and picked it up I could feel that it was soft and flimsy. Drawing the object to my face I saw to my horror that it was a pair of woman's panties.
Their crotch was stiff, encrusted with the residue of a thick pussy flow. The woman who'd been wearing these had been thoroughly turned on just before she'd removed them.
I'd been around enough to know that a woman doesn't take off a pair of panties her pussy has made wet except for one reason: to fuck!
A woman had been on this couch and had pulled off her wet panties and stripped to fuck my father!
With horror I looked down at the couch. Telltale stains darkened the fabric now that I knew to look for them. They had fucked right where I was sitting.
Now I looked back at the panties again.
Stretching them out I saw there was something written on them. A name. The woman's name. The woman who probably just hours before had had my father's cock jammed up her pussy.
"Lenore," I read the name aloud.
Staggered by a wave of depression, I let the panties drop to the floor like a fluttering parachute. I couldn't stand it anymore. All I wanted to do was forget.
Impulsively, I grabbed for the whiskey bottle. Unscrewing the cap, I threw the neck to my mouth and drew a long swig of my first drink of alcohol.
It was like swallowing fire. The raw taste gagged me and made my eyes water. My stomach churned in protest. I was sure I'd made a mistake and had poisoned myself.
But then the torture subsided. All of a sudden I felt good. Unbelievably good.
I looked at the bottle. "One hundred proof," I read aloud from the label. I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but I knew the stuff in the bottle was strong enough to make me drunk with my first swallow. More drinking might make me forget altogether how unhappy I felt.
The more I drank, the easier the whiskey went down. Before I knew it I was looking at the bottom of the bottle and roaring drunk.
When I tried to stand up, I fell on my face. Rcking myself up, I staggered toward the bed,-suddenly consumed by dizziness. Nauseous, I knew I had to lie down or Fd vomit.
In a race between my stomach and my feet, I reached the bed before my breakfast came up. Burying my head in the pillow, I closed my eyes and held my breath, fighting to keep a hold on my equilibrium.
At last the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach subsided and I was left with just the throbbing dizziness. Riding its rolling waves, I let it lull me to sleep, feeling I was rocking in a cradle like a helpless infant.
My dreams were steamy and detailed. The bodies I envisioned weren't anonymous like the other erotic dreams I'd had. They belonged to specific people. Mostly, they were members of my own family.
I went through a number of troubled scenes, but none so mind-boggling as my final dream..My Dad was stark naked, going down between the spread legs of a naked woman whose face he covered with his flailing body while he fucked her.
I could envision his prick in her cunt. I could hardly see anything of her pussy because it was so engorged with his thick meat.
He was in her to the hilt. His pubic hair spread all over her crotch while his balls squashed fatly against her thrusting groin. She could have been anybody, yet, still, something told me that I knew her.
Dad was snorting like a bull, obviously trying to tear her apart. But I could tell she loved it. Nobody could wiggle her ass like that unless she was entranced by what was happening inside her cunt.
Then, without warning, the door flew open.
Standing there, with her face a purple mask of rage, was my mother. "So I've caught you at last,"
she hissed, livid with anger.
Without missing a stroke, Dad looked over his shoulder at Mom. "How do you like it?" he snarled bitterly. "How do you like walking in on me like I walked in on you?"
"I can't believe you would do this to me," she sobbed, the anger dissolving into weeping anguish. "I can't believe you'd be willing to stoop this low just to get^ven."
"Just watch me," he replied cuttingly, turning all of his attention to the bucking, nude woman beneath him.
"But why her?" Mom wailed, aware of the identity of the girl Dad was fucking while I still was not, even though it was my dream.
"You'd think I was exaggerating if I told you how tight her cunt is," Dad said triumphantly, driving his cock to the depths of the girl's grinding pussy.
"Tighter than mine?" Mom cried, heedlessly opening the door to further humiliation from her husband of almost twenty years.
"On your best day, bitch," Dad answered savagely. "Next to this tight little pussy, you've got a manhole between your legs. Fucking you is like making love to a sewer pipe."
That did it. Mom's face crumbled like it was made of clay and somebody had just thrown a rock right in the middle of it. Suddenly she was nothing-a defeated, empty shell of her former self.
Dad had taken everything out of her with his , powerful, demeaning insults.
"Where're you going, bitch?" Dad asked as Mom shuffled away like an old woman, his huge dick squishing inside the girl's foaming cunt.
There was no reply.
Then from the other room there was the sound of a drawer opening. Then a click like something was being cocked.
After a pause of several seconds there was a terrible explosion.
Something crashed to the floor. It was a body. Mom had shot herself.
But Dad didn?t care. In fact, he laughed.
So did the naked girl beneath him whom he was fucking so hard. Her laughter was louder than his. There was something very familiar about it. I was sure I had heard it before. Many times.
"Stop laughing so much," Dad giggled like a kid. "You're pushing my cock out of your pussy."
"Don't worry," the unseen girl laughed in a startlingly familiar voice, "my pussy's tight enough to hold you no matter what you do."
The girl continued laughing, her pleasure increasing with each thrust of Dad's cock until she was shrieking. As though she were being tickled instead of fucked, she tossed her naked body from side to side, whipsawing my father's cock within her tight vaginal walls.
In the gyrating movement, her head bobbed from behind my father's previously concealing body. Her face was a blur at first, jerking wildly from fucking and laughing as I tried to identify it.
Then, suddenly, her face was frozen before me.
The girl was me!
My father was fucking me!
Now the action speeded up again. It went faster and faster until it was like an old-time movie, with people fucking instead of getting pies in their faces.
I tried to feel ashamed and worthless for betraying my mother this way. But the more I tried, the more I felt my father's hard, stiff cock filling my cunt. __
Finally I gave up on remorse. I wrapped my legs around my father and begged him with my surging pelvis to come in me.
"Deeper, deeper, deeper!" I pleaded. "Can't you get it in any farther?"
Dad grunted like a weight lifter on the brink of a world's record, pumping his cock into my cunt.
Sudden, excruciating pain seized my nervous system and tied my loins into a million knots. My hymen was being tested as it had never been before. At last I was on the verge of thoroughly losing my virginity.
"Do it!" I pleaded. "Please, do it!" .
The pain increased, searing through me. I'd never felt anything which so dominated my senses, good or bad. I was devastated.
Then it happened. I could feel the tearing vibrating through my body. The head of my father's prick severed my hymen like a pair of pliers cutting through barbed wire. It wiggled in the hole it had made within me, his cock-head poking through the rip in my maidenhead while the shaft remained on the other side.
"Ooooomph!" he grunted, pushing forward and assaulting the last vestige of my girlish innocence.
My virginity dissolved as his bruising prick crumbled my maidenhead- turning my cunt into a long open tunnel. Blood gushed from my pussy.
My cherry was popped! My father had popped my cherry!
The breath whooshed from my lungs with the impact and significance of what had happened in my dream. Springing up, I lifted my head and opened my eyes, desperate to return to reality.
But reality was my dream. My dream was reality. I found myself staring goggle-eyed into the sweating face of my father.
He was fucking me. It was really happening.
"Lenore," he wheezed with his eyes closed, "your pussy has never been so tight."
He thought I was the woman from the night before. The one whose panties I'd found on the couch.
When he'd gone to bed and found me asleep there he'd assumed I was Lenore in the dark and had automatically started fucking me, not knowing I was his fourteen year old daughter.
"Oh, Lenore," he moaned, "your pussy is so wet tonight."
No wonder. I was bleeding like a stuck pig. It was gushing down my thighs, drenching the bed.
How could I tell him that I wasn't Lenore. That I was Tina, his teenage daughter. That he, my father, had just stolen my virginity with his hard, thrusting cock.
I wracked my brain for the answer to this nightmare come true, but it didn't materialize.
With a paradoxical combination of horror and exhilaration, I realized that my father was making me come. I could no longer thinks I was mindless with orgasm from the incessant stimulation of his hot, throbbing cock in my tight, bleeding cunt. "Come, come!" I cried. "Fill my cunt with your cum!"
"Oh, God, Lenore, Jesus do you know how to fuck," Dad gushed, still thinking he was screwing his girl friend. "You're the first call girl I ever knew who hung around for more without being paid."
Call girl? Lenore was a call girl. A classy hooker, but a whore nonetheless. My father was fucking me and thought he was pumping his dick into a whore!
"Shut up and come, you bastard," I barked like a hardened pro who was late for another client.
He was more than up to the task. Sperm flooded from the mushrooming head of his prick, lapping all the way into my womb.
I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. How hot and sticky and thick.
There was so much of it. So much cum. So much cum in my cunt.
I realized that I could never make a living as a prostitute. I loved fucking too much. I loved cum in my cunt too much. I could never bring it off. If anybody ever wanted to do it, I wouldn't be able to resist fucking them for free. _
When my father stopped spurting in my pussy, I had a sudden thirst for whatever was left. Pulling his prick from my soaking pussy, I slid down under his quivering body and wrapped my lips around his drooling cock-head. The sperm still dribbling from the end was divine.
Greedily tasting everything of him possible, I shoved the tip of my tongue into the slobbering vertical slit at the end of my father's prick. Gutching his hairy balls, I squeezed them as hard as I could, wringing the very last drops of delicious jizz from his nuts.
At last we were both exhausted. Dad's prick turned to limp meat. Lying side by side, we wheezed in each other's face, totaled by fucking. Finally consciousness was no longer possible, and we fell asleep in the afterglow of primal sex.
Hours later I awoke. Dad was still asleep, snoring lightly beside me. He had a smile on his face. Dreams of the tight-cunted Lenore were probably dancing in his head. If only he knew the truth.
Jumping out of bed, I ran to the bathroom and wiped the congealed blood from my thighs and cunt. Back in the bedroom I gathered the clothes my father had stripped me of in his passion, and quickly dressed. Then I went into the living room and moved rapidly toward the door, anxious to get back home before Mom thought I'd been kidnapped and called the police or something.
Then, on my way out, something stopped me. I just had an idea. Releasing the doorknob, I went over to a desk and got out some of the motel stationery and a pen, scribbling down a note to my father.
When I was finished writhing I left the note in a prominent place and left. So anxious that I couldn't stand still to wait for an elevator, I clattered down the stairs, taking them two and three at a time. I had just enough money for a taxi and kept urging the cabbie to go faster and faster to get me home.
Slipping into the house, I was relieved to find all the Hghts out and everybody in bed. As I got under the covers I suspected that Ginny and Billy had spilled the beans when I hadn't come home and told Mom where I'd been today. 1 prayed she didn't guess the worst.
Chapter Ten
I had a troubled sleep because all of my dreams were mixed up with reality. What was real? What was fantasy?
Had I meant to fuck my father? Had that really been my plan all along?
What did it mean to have my cherry popped by my father? To have my virginity stolen by my
Dad?
I must have awakened several times, but I was never actually sure whether I was asleep or awake. I was so confused.
Then, gradually, as the sun started to come up and shine through the bedroom window, I began to get ahold of myself. Consciousness became a distinct reality as I forced myself to sit up in bed and think clearly. Whenever I would start to sleep, I would stare into the blinding path of the rising sun. The solar brightness seared a path to my brain, forcing me into continuing alertness.
I recalled the note I'd written when I'd left my father's motel. Maybe it was too much. Too extreme. But there was no turning back. I had written it and left it there, and my father would soon be reading it and reacting to it. His eyes might be popping out at it right now.
By the time you read this, it began ominously, your wife and children will be held prisoner. There is nothing you can do to get them back except to go to the bank and withdraw $10,000. Bring it to your house or they won't be worth saving after we're through with them. If you love them you'll come home.
The bank opened at nine. Dad got up to go to work early, so he'd be sure to read the note and get there as soon as the doors opened if he really cared about us.
But what would happen when he got here? How would I handle it? After what had happened in bed between us I was forced to ask myself if it was just him I wanted, rather than my parents back together again.
For the first time I asked myself the chilling question of whether I really wanted my parents to divorce after all. If I wound up in my father's custody he would be mine to fuck whenever I wanted.
Sure, he'd thought he was screwing Lenore when he crawled in bed with me and mounted me, but I had no doubt he'd be unable to resist my charms if and when he found out it was my cunt that had been so wet and tight. If I just let Mom and Dad drift apart I could wind up with all the cock I wanted.
No, no, I sternly told myself, I mustn't be so selfish. There were others to think of. Mom... Ginny ... Billy ... even Ranger. Besides, I had to be honest-Dad's wasn't the only body I craved. My love extended to the entire family.
My decision was made, I had to keep the family together.
Anxious to keep Ginny and Billy home for the confrontation with Dad, I got up and set back the clocks so their alarms would go off long after they were supposed to be in school. Then, with the house totally quiet, I silently waited for my father to appear.
Maybe he wouldn't show up after all, I started to speculate after a wMe of lonely vigilance. Maybe he didn't love us as much as I had been sure up until now that he did.
Maybe he didn't have $ 10,000 in the bank.
Why wasn't he here?
Then I almost jumped out of my skin as I heard the front door creak open and close again. Somebody had come into the house. *
Footsteps padded across the carpet and into the hall. Then they stopped. Their bwner was apparently looking around, trying to fathom.the situation.
"Is anybody here?" Dad's voice called. "I'm here with the money."
My heart sang. He did love us; My note had made him realize how much he cared for us.
But, then, as abruptly as my spirits had risen, my heart sank to new depths. Dad's voice was coming from the master bedroom and he was swearing in rage.
"Goddamn it to hell," his hiss cut through the walls like a knife through butter, "I should have known all along that note was a trick to get me back in this house!"
He had figured out there were no kidnappers. That the note was a fake. The only mistake he'd made was in assuming Mom had written it and slipped it into his motel room.
"You wrote that note, didn't you, bitch?" he was screaming at my mother in their bedroom. "Wake up, you lazy bitch, and admit it!"
Everything had gone wrong. I'd never bothered to stop and consider what Dad's reaction would be when he discovered that there were really no kidnappers. That he had been frightened out of his mind for nothing.
"Get out of bed or I'll yank you out of bed," he screamed at Mom. "By your throat!"
"Ed, what are you doing here?" I heard Mom mumble sleepily as I got up and tip-toed out into the hall. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't give me any of that bullshit. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget," he snarled, his voice etched with hostile determination.
"But... but, Ed ... " she protested, and then her voice was swallowed in a frantic gurgle. The sound of violence filled the air.
I ran down the hall and stood at the open door of their bedroom just in time to see my father hauling my mother forcibly out of bed by her neck. His hands encircled her throat, turning her face purple as he jerked her toward him.
All she was wearing was a nightgown. In his fury he slapped her and then tore the flimsy garment from her body, leaving her tremblingly naked.
Her tits wobbled as she cowered in front of him. Then he started strangling her again.
Unable to watch what was happening without trying to stop it when I was the one responsible for the terrible misunderstanding, I bolted into the bedroom.
"I did it," I confessed, throwing myself between them and breaking Dad's hold on Mom's neck. "Mom didn't leave the ransom note. I did!"
They both looked at me like I was an alien from outer space who had just landed in their midst. With their eyes covering me, I realized to my embarrassment that I was wearing nothing, having gone to bed naked and forgetting to put something on when I'd gotten up in the excitement.
"You ... you ..." Dad sputtered at Mom, raising his hand to hit her. "You put her up to it."
"No, no, I swear I didn't," Mom cried. "Please don't hit me."
But he did anyway. His fist cracked against the side of her face and knocked her in a heap to the floor. Her cheek immediately began to blacken from the bruising impact.
Furious at him for hitting Mom, I sprang up and started clawing at my father, gouging my nails into his chest. His shirt ripped off as I fought like a wildcat, my nude body rubbing against his hairy chest in my fury.
Then, with his bare torso heaving, Dad regained his balance enough to hit me even harder than he had slugged Mom. I went flying across the room, banging my head against the bedpost, stilting my consciousness from the impact.
As I shook my head, desperately trying to regain my alertness, I watched my mother rise from the floor and clutch my father around the waist, restraining him from going after me. "Please, Ed, please," she begged, "leave Tina alone. She was just trying to keep the family together. Can't you see she was just trying to tell you how much we want you back?"
"We?" he snorted. "Does that include you too?"
Instead of answering he just looked up into his face from her kneeling position. Her eyes were open as wide as half-dollars. They were misty with tears, obviously pleading to him.
"Well," he demanded, "I'm waiting for an answer. What about you, Muriel? Do you want me back?"
"Yes, yes!" she blurted. "It includes me too,"
"What about the other men?"
"They meant nothing to me."
"Prove it."
"Do you mean you're giving me another chance?" she asked, looking him straight in the eye.
"Try me."
That was enough encouragement for her. In a blur her hands flew to his fly and quickly unbuttoned his pants. Within seconds they were down around his ankles and she was holding his exposed cock in her trembling hands. Mesmerized with surprise at the unexpected turn of events, I watched her swallow his prick with her gaping mouth.
Mom's face was grim with purpose as she furiously sucked on Dad's prick. Looming above her, he stood with his arms folded across his broad chest, skepticism etched on his face.
As my equilibrium returned I watched the incredible scene with rapt fascination, transfixed by what was happening. Breathlessly, I wondered if my mother's desperate gamble would pay off. The future of the whole family was at stake. Everything was riding on her bold venture. The suspense was unbearable.
Then, abruptly, the suspense was over.
First, I noticed that Dad's frown gradually changed to a smile. His face twitched like he didn't want it to happen, but the process was apparently uncontrollable.
When I looked down at his crotch I saw why. My mother's cheeks were bulging. She had succeeded in making Dad's cock as hard as a rock. All of a sudden it was filling her mouth, hopelessly erect and aroused.
Confident that she had won the battle, now Mom commenced to win the war. Her lips pulled along Dad's swollen shaft until only the head of his prick was in her mouth. Then, with a snapping lurch, she sucked him back downward, tearing his foreskin with maddening friction as she gobbled him to the hilt. For emphasis she squeezed his balls as tightly as she could.
Dad started moving his hips in the classic rucking motion. Settling down to the nerve-searing task of screwing her in the mouth, he reamed Mom out, cramming his stiff prick down her sucking throat as far as it would go.
Suddenly I had forgotten all about the dizziness I'd incurred from being slugged and hitting my head against the bedpost. I was incredibly alive, my brain racing, my body tingling, and my senses reeling.
When I felt my crotch tighten, I reached down between my thighs and discovered that my pussy was absolutely sopping wet. I was so turned on that a puddle was forming on the floor, the rug darkened by my oozing flow of passion.
With his cock stroked into rock-hard erection by her mouth, now Dad was hustling Mom toward the bed, panting to get his prick inside her gorgeous cunt and really fuck her. I watched with drooling awe as she fell on her back and threw her legs apart, opening her hairy pussy like a chasm.
With a squishing surge he was inside her. Looking between their legs from the end of the bed, I had a perfect view of the hilted penetration of his cock in her cunt. I'd never seen such a beautiful sight.
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I got up from the floor and flung myself onto the bed beside them. They were so caught up in the passion of fucking that they didn't even notice my presence. But I was determined to change that.
Watching the pale globes of my father's tightly clenched ass surging in a fucking groove between my mother's widely spread legs, I suddenly became obsessed with the unthinkable. Driven to dizzying heights of horniness by the passionate sight of my parents fucking, I lost all reason. Raw lust seized my senses and transformed all of my emotions into sexual vibrations.
I knew what I had to do. Reaching toward my dad, I gouged my fingers into the spongy flesh of his ass and pulled it apart. Drooling, I looked upon the succulent, pulsing button of his anus. It was waiting for me like an engraved invitation.
Now I looked over at the table on the side of the bed. As if a miracle had placed it there, I immediately laid eyes on exactly what I was looking for. Mom's hairbrush. It was perfect for what I had in mind.
Grabbing the brush, I got myself into position and then whammed it between my open thighs. The bristles tore into my tender pussy, but I took their tingling abrasiveness without flinching.
With one end of the brush imbedded in my cunt, I looked down at the other. The long curved handle jutted from the center of my loins, jerking like a plastic dildo.
Stroking it like it was the real thing, I shuddered as though I were fondling my own pulsing cock. When the strange feeling became so intense I could no longer stand it, I knew I was ready to use my new tool.
I was going to fuck my father, just as he had fucked me the night before. If I permitted this extraordinary opportunity to pass without capitalizing on it, I'd never be at peace with myself as long as I lived.
Pulling apart the cheeks of my father's ass, I climbed against his back and crashed the plastic phallus into my father's anus. He shrieked with pain, but never stopped fucking my mother. In fact, the way she screamed, the impact up his ass must have driven his cock an extra couple of hard inches up her cunt.
Welded to the main action in the bed by my hilted connection up my father's ass, I fucked away. The three of us were a grunting, juice-splattering symphony in sensual motion, my father and I pushing while my mother pulled, and then vice versa.
I was so excited that a bomb could have gone off in the next room and it would have made no difference to me.
There were very few things in the universe that I would have noticed at this moment. Then suddenly one of them walked into the bedroom and spoke.
"Wow!" my sister Ginny whistled. "Looks like little Tina came up with a plan to get Dad home to stay she didn't tell us about. Tryin' to keep it all to yourself, huh, sis?"
Without another word she stripped off her nightie and crawled onto the bed with the rest of us. While I fucked my father in the ass I watched Ginny spread her naked loins over Mom's face until her hairy, dripping cunt opened.
Mom's tongue reached out and tickled the drooping petals of Ginny's pussy lips. She was hungry for cunt.
Slowly, tantalizingly, agonizingly, Ginny lowered her spread-legged charms toward Mom's hungrily awaiting mouth. Pussy juice was dribbling onto Mom's face, turning her features into a sticky glaze.
"Do it, Ginny!" Mom implored. "Don't stop now. Sit on my face. Let me taste your pussy."
Then the words were muffled as Mom's mouth filled with hair. Ginny was smothering her with her cunt.
Surely this was the ultimate, my senses told me. Certainly nothing could top this.
But, then, just when I thought the universe had run out of surprises, a new phenomenon arrived on the scene.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Billy asked sleepily from the hallway. "How come nobody woke me up to go to school?"
When the only reply he received was a continuation of our grunting, groaning, squishing fury, Billy walked into the bedroom to get a better view of what was happening. I swear I could almost hear the spring of his young cock uncoiling from the fly in his pajamas as he gasped, "Jumpin' Jiminy!"
"Crawl aboard, Billy," Ginny beckoned from the tangle of our fucking-sucking foursome. "Haven't you always wanted to fuck your big sister's mouth?"
Did he! He flashed across the room, all of his native shyness shunted aside in the face of the raw spectacle he'd just stumbled upon, and the ball-stirring invitation he'd just received from his sexy seventeen-year-old sister.
"Ooooh, you've got such a big cock for such a little boy," Ginny cooed as she slobbered over Billy's twitching dick. "I sure hope you know what to do with it."
"I know what to do," he huffed defensively from her teasing. "Just ask Tina."
"Oh-ho," she laughed. "So this isn't my little sister's first attempt at bringing the family together. What have you been keeping from us, Tina, honey?"
I tried to think of some way to answer, but it
150 really made no difference. Ginny's interest in me had terminated abruptly, her attention inevitably rivited to the twitching cock looming before her itchy lips.
"So you think you know what to do with that piece, huh, kid?" she growled like a teenage Mae West.
Billy nodded his head vigorously, his prick bouncing up and down in the process.
"Then what are you waiting for, Tiger," she teased. "Fuck mein the mouth before I have to bite it off."
Like an avenging swordsman, he buried the saber of his cock in her mouth. Suddenly he was impaling her face, her mouth stuffed with his throbbing spear.
Now there were five of us fucking and sucking, a mass of raw lust. Our body movements were totally synchronized as we moved in our spectacular configuration like we had been practicing this act for years.
Whenever one of us moved, the others went right along in perfect harmony. Welded by our mouths and loins, our bodies moved as one, a five-headed, three-cunted, two-cocked monster of sex.
Spasming and shuddering, we moved closer and closer toward the brink of coming. The way we were going, the instant one of us was hit by orgasm, the other four would be carried away simultaneously.
Pumping my plastic cock into my father's tight
151 asshole, I could hardly wait for the mass orgasm to start. Looking over my father's shoulder at my cunt-eating mother and my mouth-fucking brother and sister, I held my breath and waited for things to explode.
Then it happened. Draped over my father's ever-thrusting body, I could feel the rumble in his loins. The pulsing of his prostate gland deep in his rectum made the hairbrush connecting his ass to my crotch vibrate to the depths of my cunt. His sperm was definitely on its way, surging from his balls and rushing through his shaft toward Mom's pussy.
Suddenly Mom was screaming deliriously, orgasmically triggered by the hot wetness of Dad's scalding jizz in her box. The rest of us instantaneously followed suit, filling the room with the din of our multiple climax.
Billy's sperm shot into Ginny's mouth. There was so much of it that her cheeks ballooned. Then the excess jizz came trickling from her nose and spurting from the corners of her tightly packed mouth.
Ginny's foaming cunt flowed all over Mom's face. What she couldn't swallow lathered down her chin and neck.
But the most incredible sensation was reserved for yours truly. Unbelievably, I felt like I was actually ejaculating in my father's ass. As orgasmic tremors swept over my body, spreading from my thrusting loins, I felt as excitingly drained as if I'd just deposited a gooey wad of semen in his tight shit-pit.
With all of us moaning and groaning and creaming and coming, the bed shook like it was going to collapse. But miraculously it held, the springs screeching from the terrible beating they were taking.
The first round of coming finished, on cue we started to shift positions.
Mom slid out from under Dad and went for Billy, drooling at the sight of his still-stiff prick. If she was proud of my pussy, her chest must have swelled equally from the nearly man-sized hard-on jutting from Billy's loins.
She pulled Billy to her naked body and wrapped her long legs around his narrow waist, swallowing his stiff, young prick with her gooey cunt. She cried for him to fuck her.
Dad went for Ginny. Spreading her legs, she flexed the hairy target of her juicy cunt at him, inviting his throbbing prick to spear her between the thighs. Huffing and puffing, he fell heavily into the well of her thighs and slammed his meat into her awaiting gash.
Watching both couples blindly fuck, I sadly wished Mom and Dad had had another baby boy right after Billy so he would be just old enough for me to fuck now. As it was I was left out, a fifth wheel, my cunt blazing with no one to satisfy it.
But was I really left out?
The gruff sound of Ranger's bark filled my ears. He was standing at the bedroom door, a quizzical look on his shaggy face, trying to understand what we were doing to each other.
"Here, boy," I called. "Up on the bed."
At first Ranger didn't heed my command, obviously wary of the spectacle. But when I laid back and temptingly spread my legs, his bushy tail started to wag and his dick hardened under his belly. He dashed across the room and bounded onto the bed, knowing exactly what I, wanted from the sight of my wet cunt.
Rolling over into a kneeling position, I pushed my pussy into his face from the rear like an animal in heat. His damp nose quivered against my pulsing labia as he sniffed my cunt, panting from its pungent scent.
"Do it like you did the other night, Ranger," I begged bim. "Remember what you did to me when I was sick?"
Panting with canine excitement, he jumped up on my back, digging his claws into my skin. The head of his cock felt enormous against my ultra-sensitive pussy lips, sliding around as it tried to get inside of me. But he couldn't get it in.
The more he fumbled with his slippery prick against the outside of my cunt, the more impatient I got. The sight of Mom and Ginny with their pussies filled with charging cock-meat made me want a cunt full of male gristle.
"Fuck me, Ranger, fuck me!" I cried. "Fuck me, you dumb mutt!"
Then, suddenly, my frustration melted. All at once Ranger was within me. My complaints dissolved into a long throaty moan as my pussy filled with inch after inch of turgid dog prick;
Now all three females in the family were being fucked to the hilt by the three males. Stiff cocks plunged to the depths of our cunts, our tight pussy walls creating maddening friction that spurred all six of us to frenzied heights of passion.
Mom, Ginny and I groaned as one, the mouths of our wombs being breached by bruising cock-heads.
Dad, Billy and Ranger slobbered wildly as they twisted their cocks in the throbbing wounds between our legs. Deeper and deeper they pushed, slamming their balls against our crotches, desperately trying to fill our cunts with their manly seeds.
Dad grunted like a bellowing bull elephant and crashed his muscular loins against Ginny's uplifted pelvis. I could hear the bones grinding as the barrel of his cock completely disappeared into the maw of her cunt. Then, bubblingly, the white milk of his sperm began to collect around the corners of her box, too much of it spurting within for her pussy to hold. Quickly my sister's thighs were covered with the cream of Dad's jizz.
Emulating his father, Billy twisted in the clutching web of Mom's thighs and completely buried his prick in her sucking cunt. Just like Dad's, his cum filled her fuck-canal beyond capacity and then came rushing out, spreading from her pussy in a thick gruel. She moaned in ecstasy, writhing under her son.
Now it was Ranger's turn. Last was not least as his cock shot off in my cunt like a rifle. Moving like a high-velocity bullet, his hot cum ripped into me, exploding against my pussy tissues. It backed up in my love-tunnel until there was no further space for it, and then surged with a thigh-splattering spray from my tightly packed cunt. Engorged and drenched with dog sperm, I came and came and carne.
As Ranger howled from the incredibly spurting pressure that turned his nuts inside out, I looked around at the rest of the family. They were writhing in ecstasy, everybody coming at once. It was a beautiful sight.
At last I realized the true meaning of togetherness.
I couldn't help but think that the family that lays together, stays together.
