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CHAPTER ONE
The young girl clung to Frank Bond in a sort of desperate plea for understanding, and her pubescent warm breasts tingled as she nestled against his naked chest.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Uncle Frank?" she asked in a choked voice. "You were so, oh, I don't know-worried about it only a few minutes ago. Just because I want you to help me, to teach me, so bad, that doesn't mean you have to if you don't want to."
The tall man's taut face relaxed. Now that he held this nubile child in his arms, feeling the warm length of her naked body against his own, he knew it was going to be all right.
"Baby," he whispered, "I'll do anything you want me to. Maybe not all at once, maybe not all of it this afternoon. But we've got all the time in the world." He laughed, a wry expression on his face. "If I were going to go strictly by conscience, I wouldn't have gotten this far."
He moved down in the bed and buried his face in her smooth, warm belly and kissed all along it, down to her soft-lipped young cunt. His lips drooled snail-trails of spit along her tanned skin. It must have held some special thrill for the girl, because she locked her fingers in his dark, curly hair and moaned.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! That feels so good, Uncle Frank! What you're doing. You're kissing my tummy, and it's tickling up inside my pussy!" She tried to move his head. "You said you'd kiss my pussy. OHHH! Wow! I felt like I was going to cum!"
She moved her beautiful body, developing as voluptuously as her mothers, and her firm sleek young ass bounced up and down. It was exactly the motion, the undulation she would automatically perform with a cock in her, when she was about to cream. It kept the inner fire burning in Frank Bond's loins, made his hard cock throb. Son of a bitch! I'm about to stuff my cock into a twelve-year-olds cunt, he thought. My best friend's kid!
He laid his face in the soft, fine cunt hair that held such a warm, delicious aroma of dried cunt ooze. It was long and wavy and baby-fine, like her mother's. Like her mother's used to be, at least. But with an exception. The hair on little Mel's snatch was a warm, bright brown, while Millie was a redhead. And the hair on her snatch had been a flaming red like the hair on her head.
Frank spoke in the quiet marked by Melissa's ragged breathing.
"I'll make you cum, Mel baby," he said softly. "All the way from here," and he patted her pussy softly, "to here," and he ran his warm hand up her body, squeezing her big breast in an achingly beautiful way, and then laying his fingers on her full red lips.
The girl humped her body again, and held his hand while she sucked on his middle finger, caressing it with her long, powerful tongue, giving it such suction that the man thought his fingernail would come off.
"Oh, God!" the girl choked. "Even your fingers are wonderful! So big! So smooth! How come your hands are so soft?"
Frank laughed warmly, bringing his hand back to the girl's crotch.
"I always work with gloves on," he replied. "The gloves stay soft from all the oil." He put his powerful arm under the girl's gorgeous ass and hugged her against his face. "How long did you say you'd been coming around? Only six months? Girl, I can't believe all this hair on your sweet pussy, all this juice leaking out." He buried his face between her thighs and blew his hot breath on her trembling cunt lips.
"OHH! OH, PLEASE, UNCLE FRANK! HOLD ME! OHHHHH! OHHHHH!"
Her strong young body thrashed briefly, and when she spoke, her voice trembled. "That was a pretty good one," she gasped shakily. "Better'n I ever gave myself! My fingers are just nothing! Oh, Uncle Frank, I love you so much! You're so sweet to do this!"
Melissa's cumming had brought a bright, hard urgency to the hard-on that sprang from Frank's loins. He wanted to shoot this load, then build up for another, where he could fuck for a long time. If I stick it in her now, he said mentally, I'll cum in a couple of shoves. I want it to be a big experience for her. I want to fuck her half out of her sweet little old mind. And, as hot as she is, I can do it!
"I'm glad you shot it, baby," he said. "I'm overloaded, too. So I'm not going to put it in your pussy, not for the first go-round. Hey, wait, baby!" he cried as the young girl moaned a protest. "You want me to give it you real good, the first time, don't you? When we really fuck, I mean. Well, then," he said as the girl patted his head, "let me run things."
He moved away from her, still keeping his hand on her breast, and turned on one hip so that his big cock, trembling with heat and hardness, was close to her breasts. "If I held your sweet little cunt open and rammed this into you, I'd be cumming all over you, inside, before I got it halfway in. And I'd be helpless until it got hard again. You wouldn't like that, would you, punkin?"
The girl's flowerlike young face showed her disappointment, but she nodded assent.
"Whatever you want me to do, Uncle Frank," she said. "But I can't wait for something to be stuck in me! OHH! IT HURTS TO BE THIS WAY! OH, PLEASE! JUST TOUCH ME!"
This is really hot stuff, baby, Frank told himself. Jeez-uss!
He pressed his hand hard on the hairy softness of her fat pussy, moving his fingers so their pressure would rub the fat outer lips on her straining clitoris. Her screams made him grin, made his cock throb.
After she settled back with a deep, shuddering sigh, he said: "I want to get this load out of my balls, so that I can get another hard-on that'll last and last. You dig me? This is your first fuck, ever, so I aim to see that it's as good as I can give you. Not some 'bam-bam-thank-you-ma'am' quickie." He kissed her on her slack, sweet mouth, tasting the thick, clear saliva that drooled from her full underlip.
She immediately opened her mouth and thrust her tongue out, as he had just taught her. Although, to tell the truth, she knew what it was like to French kiss. But not a guy. She and Gert Hanson and Sara Gross had been desperately practicing on each other for months. And now I'm doing it with a guy, Melissa thought proudly. And not some dumb-ass from school, either-a grown guy!
"All right, Unk," she said more cheerfully. "I just feel so good inside, I feel like I could cum five times in five seconds. But I'll cum, anyhow, when I see that stuff shoot out. That jism! Wow!"
Frank suddenly felt a great deal less like a villain. Whoever was giving her information, she was trying to gather everything she could about sex, including its gutter vocabulary. Some dumb kid would fuck her sooner or later, he mused silently. Better it should be me. I'll take care of her, really teach her what to do, give her the most pleasure a human can have.
He guessed correctly that her schoolmates were much as she, totally inexperienced, but full of unrelated bits of information gathered at second or third hand. He could smell her hot young ass, and he knew that cunt juice was filling her snug, youthfully tight pussy. It made the muscles under his tongue crawl, made spit flood his mouth.
"Raise up a little," he said huskily. "Now, lift your arm. See what I'm going to do?"
He put his hard cock into her armpit, warm and fragrant with her girl-sweat, sexy with its matted nest of wavy hair. He shoved his body against the joining of her arm and shoulder. The head of his cock rested on the upper slope of one big breast.
"Ooooohhhh! That's so sexy, Uncle Frank!" Melissa groaned. "Will it shoot out on my boob?" Her voice was strained with excitement, and she unconsciously hunched her sweetly formed ass.
Frank put his left arm over her strong thigh and pulled it back, over his ribs. He could see her hot little pussy plainly, since blood had swollen the inner lips until the hairy pads that covered them were spread open. He could even see her cuntal aperture, so pinkly virginal, so slobbery with the clear juice that throbbed from her clasping vagina.
"It'll shoot all over you, baby," the tall man grinned, his face close to the heat of the young kid's swollen cunt. "But you won't know it. I'm going to suck your little pussy, and you'll probably go out of your hot little old nut. Just keep your arm pressed on it. Do you feel like your pussy's stretched wide open? Because it is, and I'm going to eat it!" His own voice was ragged with desire and excitement, and he inhaled deeply, almost wild with the rich smell that came from between those full but girlish ass cheeks, those softly haired lips, that bubbling cluster of coral pink membrane around her fuck hole.
He could see each fine hair, a few straggling down the soft inside of her generously sculptured thighs, a few more laced around her tiny, brown, puckered young asshole.
In a blind burst of need, the open pussy was thrust at him, and he moved his head in the same instant. His warm, working lips came down on the girl's sloppy and hungering cunt lips, and he held her as well as he could, knowing that her actions would rub his cock to a quick and copious cum.
The juice that he sucked out of the fluttering cunt was as warm and sweet as some ripe fruit plucked on a hot summer's day. It took all his strength to hold the girl, but he had his powerful arms around her thighs, so that he kept his mouth glued to her flowing twat.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! AAAARRRRG'GGGPIHHH!" The harsh and wordless screams seemed to rip from the girl's throat, shaking her entire body. She felt the overpowering heat of a real orgasm bursting in the most agonizing beauty she had ever imagined, and she felt that the raw power of it would tear her belly apart if she did not vent her fiery passion by screaming.
The strength and the weight of the man she called Uncle Frank held as her body thrashed wildly. Through lust-hazed eyes, Melissa could see his head at her bottom, and knew in a dim way what he was doing to her. It was creating a savage feeling of pleasure far up inside her, since the strength of his suction was drawing the walls of her cunt together so that raw nerves pressed together, squirming in their hot pleasure.
She felt the big cock throb under her arm and against her warm, opulently swollen breast, and screamed again in pure joy as she saw the long white stream of semen shoot clear past her knees, part hitting the bed, part going off onto the carpet.
Even in her delirium of sex, she used her left hand to push her smooth, warm titty against her arm, not so much to give the man more pleasure as to reap the whirlwind of sensation in her throbbing breast. The direction of the streams of semen was changed, and she saw loops of the warm, sticky goo gather in Uncle Frank's crisply curled hair. But she could not stand to see that precious load shoot off into space.
She raised her arm so that the man's semen-spouting prick stood alone for a moment, then twisted the upper part of her body so that she could trap the cock in her open mouth.
She could actually feel Frank's lips and tongue at work in her twat, and the words "suck" and "eat" flashed in her mind. That's what he had said he would do. And it was so wonderful, too marvelous, too wild and beautiful.
The thick, warm shots of jism were now jetting into the back of her throat, too much to swallow all at once, and she had her cheeks full, like a chipmunk, swallowing as fast as she could. She had her fingers around the big diameter of the hard prick, and the thought burned in her mind: I'm going to get this big thing in my pussy!
Her orgasmic spasms had run down, so that the man's sucking was now just a bit painful, and she threw her leg in the air, away from her lover, and let his cock drop from her mouth. Like a cat whose whiskers are covered with cream, she was licking all around her lips, trying to get every rich drop of male protein that had oozed from her mouth.
They were both dazed with the power of their storm of sex, the girl because she had never known anything like it, and the man because he had crossed a new frontier. Even when I was a kid, he thought with a mixture of pride and guilt, I never banged a kid this young. Now, here I am, damn near fifty, and fooling around with a little girl. Barely got hairs on her snatch. Whew!
He had warned Melissa that she would be out of her nut when he began to suck her. Now, as he watched the flushed young face, saw the thick, opaque drops on her lips and chin, he realized that something might have escaped his attention, too.
He moved around so that he could cradle the girl in his arms and kissed her hard, tonguing deep into her sweet young mouth. She had really gotten onto his dick, really eaten his cum!
He looked at her in mock despair.
"You keep staying ahead of me, baby," he said. "I was saving that little number for later. You did pretty good with it, didn't you?"
The young girl, her face soft and slack from this first explosive sex experience with a member of the opposite sex, grinned as she ran her pointed tongue around her lips again. "I never knew it could be this good," she said in a low voice. "They teach us a dumb kind of sex education class at Central," she said with a quirk of her mouth. "But they never tell us how much fun it is. Isn't that weird, Uncle Frank? If you're a kid, nobody tells you how much fun sex is. The teachers, the dummies who come and lecture about marriage and pregnancy. Not even your folks. None of 'em tell you how much fun it is to fuck."
Frank pulled her to him, smashing her swollen breasts against his muscled chest.
"Maybe they know you'll find out for yourself, baby," he whispered. "Maybe they figure it's more fun to find out for yourself."
The young girl reached her warm hand under him and found his cock, a big, solid strap of man-meat, still moist and slick. "Some of that's my spit," she said proudly. "My spit on your dick, Uncle Frank. Isn't it wonderful?"
She flung herself on him, playful as a puppy, and bore him over on the bed. Her body was so smooth, so warmly resilient, that he could have spent hours going over it, kissing and sucking every bit of it.
He rolled over on the girl, holding her on her back, and pulled one of her long, full titties back so he could suck hard on her big nipple, still hard and blood-swollen from her series of big cums. There was a slickness of sweat on the underside of the soft mound of titty-flesh, and he moved his mouth to suck all along where the girl's warm boob had lain on her ribs.
She squealed and humped her body, rubbing in Frank's crotch.
When they collapsed together, laughing, Melissa said: "Two things I want to ask you. One is, can you really, uh, cum again without it being too much for you? And the other thing, really it's not a question, just part of what we were talking about. Like why won't a girl's folks tell her that sex is the most fun there is. I think that maybe it's because they don't know. Do people get tired of fucking when they get grown up? My friends don't believe their folks really dig it."
The tall man looked at the girl soberly, thinking of the second part of the double question. Your mom could tell you, baby, he said in the secrecy of his mind.
But he answered the first question in his own way.
"Since you've already started a self-education class in sucking a gent's cock," he said lightly, "why don't we see if we can get it up for another fuck? Let me work around your pussy a little, first. Lie back and spread your thighs. Ooooh, baby, that looks so good!"
He cupped his big hands under the girl's soft buttocks, holding her cunt and all her body up off the bed. There were remnants of her cunt goo solidifying in the red-raw lips of her split, little white gobbets of curdled cum, and he smacked his lips in anticipation. But he licked first on the outside edge of her pubic hair, where the thick bush petered out and smooth, blue-veined flesh showed drops of clean sweat.
He licked in toward the center, gathering the thick lips, all covered with cum-matted hair, into a softly chewing kiss. The girl groaned, and spread herself even wider open as he sucked up the delicately flavored cunt slime and teased her inner labia with his tongue.
When he stopped, Melissa was breathing hard and her eyes were bright. "Your fingers, Uncle Frank," she whispered. "Your fingers are so big and soft and smooth. Put one in me. Please! OHHHHH! OHHHHH! Oh, Lordy, Uncle Frank, that FEELS SO GOOOOODDDDD! OH, WOW! WOW! OHHHH!"
"I don't have to ask if you're ready, baby," he grinned at her as he lay his face pressed against the smoothness of her inner thigh. "I don't see how a girl as hot as you could have stayed out of trouble this long. Honest!"
Melissa gave a little yelp of pure joy, clasping his head between her legs. "You make me feel so great," she choked. "Oh, goodness! Is that your cock against my foot? Are you getting hard again? Really truly?"
"Really truly, baby," he answered. "And listen, honey, I can do it as long as you can take it. And to answer your other question, there's a lot of us old folks who can tell you kids how much fun it is."
And it pleased him to think again: One of them's your mom.
CHAPTER TWO
If the hot young girl was dazed with the pleasure of her first total sexual experience, Frank Bond was dazed in another way. This luscious bundle of sweet, warm flesh, formed so beautifully to package a willing, achingly hot cunt, and so affectionately anxious to please him, had come at exactly the right time.
In a way, it had started this morning, only a few hours ago. But in true fact, it had begun a year ago, thirteen years ago, sixteen years ago, thirty-five years ago. And maybe more.
But certainly, returning to this little town of Condon after being absent for a year had triggered this scene with little Melissa.
He had returned from the Condon fire department for a couple of years, after twenty-five years as a firefighter. And his wife, Virginia, who had always bitched about how much time he spent away from home on duty, now apparently was bored that he was at home all the time.
Thus, when she ran away with a salesman of heavy equipment, it had been something of a shock. So Frank had gone out to look around, see something of the world. And now, he had come back, to find a good many things changed. Especially Melissa. And especially the status of her mother.
Lying here in his big bed in Millie's home, the home that he and Virginia had visited so often when they were together, when Richie Carr was alive, Frank's memories almost choked him.
He worked his finger in and out of young Melissa's hot, tightly gripping twat, so well greased with her flowing cunt ooze, dreamily inhaling the strong, gut-churning fragrance of hot pussy. Nothing little-girlish about this. The softly feminine body and all its delicious appurtenances had the ripeness and richness of adulthood. He had sweated and panted in this same bed with Virginia. Yes, and with Millie, too. When they were all young and randy.
The child's thrilled, hot voice recalled him to the present. Her cunt flesh was clinging to his big finger as he gently worked it in and out of her, and her eyes were closed in a concentration of ecstasy. With his left thumb and forefinger, he held the softly cloven flesh open at the top of her cunt, and looked in fascination at the size and hardness of her clit. It showed almost white against the reddened membrane around it, straining and pressing like a guy's hard-on trying to force its way out of a pair of slacks. There was a great deal of her thick, clear cunt nectar pumping out around his big finger, and he knew that her tight, hot vagina was creamy with it. His mouth watered for some more of that juice, and he swiftly lowered his head and sucked up the juice around his finger.
The kid was right, he did have big fingers. And there was always some woman, fascinated by the size of them, and their smoothness, who delighted in keeping his nails filed and buffed down so that each finger was almost as smooth as a prick.
As he sucked around his finger, his lips and tongue inevitably raked slickly across her bursting clit, and Melissa's reaction was wild and sweet.
Her strong young body beat furiously up and down on the mattress, and Frank laughed as he held on to her. "You're marvelous, baby," he said in a hoarse whisper. "God, you're as hot as, uh, anyone I ever knew." He swallowed, tasting her cunt juice. He had almost said: "As hot as your mother," and that wouldn't do. Not yet, anyhow.
It made him think again of his return to Condon, of how he had gone by the fire house the first thing this morning. Because all the news he really wanted could be had there.
"Yeah, Frank, it was rough to lose Richie," old "Cap" Henshaw had said. He had been Captain Henshaw when Frank had retired, now Chief of the Fire Department, and as friendly and open as ever. "He was going for a thirty-year pension, and now he's gone. Have you been by to see Millie?"
"I just got in last night, Cap. I came by here the first thing. I saw Gabe Turner in a restaurant this morning. He told me about Richie. It's tough to lose him." And then he had asked: "How's Millie taking it?"
"Same way Millie always took everything," Cap replied. "With guts and dignity and whatever humor she can muster up. Hey, are you planning to stay here in town? Tired of roaming around?" He looked embarrassed. This was getting close to what might be a painful subject.
But Frank had laughed. "It's all right, Cap. I got Virginia out of my system. I wasn't hurt all that bad. Why did you ask?"
The rugged old man smiled and tapped Frank on the chest. "Because I happen to know that Millie Carr is looking for someone to board at her house. She could use the money, Frank. And she probably could use some help with her kid."
"Melissa? She's only eleven-well, twelve. She couldn't get in any trouble. Not a twelve-year-old kid."
"She's a good little kid, too," the old Chief said earnestly. "But she's a girl, and man, she's too pretty for the horny kids to leave alone. I mean it, Frank, it'd be great if you could see your way to checking in at Millie's."
So maybe it had begun, or part of it, when he had checked in at Millie's, hoping she hadn't found another boarder, hoping he could live there, be part of the family, help out with the kid.
His visit had created some interest at the fire house, too.
"So that's the great Frank Bond," a laughing young guy had said, not in scorn, but in honest interest. "Was he ever as good with the women as I've heard?"
The chief patted the young fellow on the back. "You better believe it, kiddo," he said. "Good for four or five times a night, and another in the morning. Why, hell, you know why his old lady left him? After he'd retired, and was forty-seven years old? She said he was banging her morning, noon, and night."
His eyes were misty. He remembered those great old days, when Richie Carr and Frank Bond had been one of his two shifts. Local girls, liking the two strong, handsome young guys, titillated by the fact that Frank and Richie slept at the station every other night, in a free-and-easy atmosphere, coming up to "visit."
"Man, they got 'visited,' too," the veteran firefighter said to himself, back in his office. "Sometimes, on a warm night, I can still smell pussy up there in the big room." He chuckled. Those two boys had been his favorites. "I never knew a good fireman who didn't love pussy," he said aloud. "I never knew a good man of any kind who didn't love to fuck."
He thought about Frank, who had lost his best friend when that wall had caved in on Richie. And about Mildred, who had lost her husband. "I hope it works out," the old chief whispered. "I sure do hope it works out."
Millie had been speechless when she had first opened the door to Frank. She just held the screen door open for him, and he had walked in and she had come into his arms, tears pouring down her face.
After he had kissed her, and felt the trembling sweetness of her full lips, which he had known so well and so warmly in the old days, Millie had looked up at him, her smile like a new dawn.
"I've never been so glad to see anyone," she had declared. "I knew you were on your way. Cap phoned me. Oh, Frank, are you going to stay in town?"
She was still in his arms, her body pressed against the man's lean strength, and both of them felt the warmth in their pressure. Frank kissed her again, and one of his big hands went down behind her, squeezing her full, firm buttock.
"I'm going to stay right here, if you want me, baby," he said warmly. "Cap told me you were looking for a boarder."
Millie colored. "I hate to think of taking money from a friend," she said, and Frank pulled her to him, laughing, and really kissed her. Tongue and all. Squeezing one of her big, firm breasts, kneading it with the protruding nipple between his fingers. Feeling the woman's warm body go tense, then slowly relax, molding itself against the man's, feeling Frank's cock getting bigger and bigger inside his flannel slacks, her breath coming faster and faster.
When he let her go, part way, she clung to him, breathing hot and fast, and her hand went down to his crotch to feel the heat and the hardness of his cock. "I remember," she whispered. "I remember that night. With you and Richie." She giggled like a school girl, jacking Frank's hard cock up and down. And both remembered. A summer night, sixteen years ago. And the hot, heedless desires of young people.
"I want you guys to meet a friend of mine," Virginia Wade said. "This curly haired baby-face is Frank Bond. Millie, and this big pussy-burglar is Richie Carr. This is Millie Tedor, fellows. A young chick, and a straight arrow. So be nice, hear?"
The slender brunette, voluptuously filling her tight shift, sat down on the cot by Richie, putting her arms around his neck, pulling his hand under her skirt, paying no attention to what the younger looking redhead said or felt.
And Frank, who loved cunt so well, and sensing a rare opportunity, stood up from where he sat on his own single bed, and held out his hand. "Please," he said in his most charming manner, "don't take Ginny too seriously. We're single guys, and we work long hours, so we don't-have an awful lot of time for social life. And Millie knows it. She tries to bring us what we miss."
The red haired girl smiled tentatively, and came over to take Frank's hand. "Ginny said you were nice," she whispered. "I'm new to this sort of thing."
Ginny, who normally took both of the young firemen on, one at each end, had been unbuttoning Richie's uniform shirt. And he, in turn, had been getting at Virginia's zipper, so that the sleek, tight dress was off her shoulders.
"Cut out the fooling around, Curly," the brunette admonished Frank. "Big Red, there, is hip. She just never hustled in her life, and she's afraid you fellows will think she's a whore if you bang her without a lot of romancing and give her a little money after. Come on, Millie, these are the finest guys in Condon."
But the young redhead, with a look of blind shock on her face, sat down on Frank's bed and put her face against his crotch, her piquant face flaming in embarrassment. And Richie, always less of a killer in sexual matters than Frank, said kindly: "Don't worry, Millie. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
He was naked by now, his big cock sticking into the air, and Virginia, completely peeled out of her dress, was kneeling between his knees. She was drooling spit out of her full mouth onto the swollen head of Richie's dick, and she looked around and winked at the cool Frank and the dazed girl just before she went down on it.
When Frank saw the red haired girl clutch at her breasts as if they ached with sudden sex pain, he held her to him, but this time he took one of her big breasts in his hand, milking at it with one hard pull after another. When she began to heave and move on the bed, he turned her lovely face up and sank his open mouth over hers.
For a moment, she tried to resist, and kept her teeth and lips tightly closed, but there was so much raw sex in the air that her thighs seemed to come apart without her knowing it, and her arm went over Frank's shoulder and her mouth opened to let his tongue in.
She was shaken by confusion and fear, but she was on fire with the need of hard male action in her cunt, and she felt her body respond as the big man let go her tingling breast and boldly slipped his warm, smooth hand between her thighs.
When he let her go, she leaned against him, her face on his chest, and said very distinctly: "I can't! Oh, I can't just haul off and do it like this." But she did not fight as Frank's experienced hand ran the zipper down on the back of her blouse, and then, with practiced dexterity, unhooked her bra with one hand.
He was watching Richie and the other chick, and Virginia was putting on a show. Her body was beautiful, like a high school girl's, but damn few high school girls ever had such titties as she had. Her dark haired cunt was open, showing a red line of wet, slick inner lips between her spread thighs, and big Richie was crouching between them. Ginny was slowly frigging the big, hard cock, pushing the thick, soft skin back from the swollen head, and Frank, always fascinated by anything sexual, wondered why Ginny was being so quick about this, and wondering what Millie thought about it.
Then he realized. She had her eyes closed. She was paralyzed by fear, or embarrassment. Or something else? Frank had his long arm around the warm, full bodied girl, his hand squeezing her soft breast. Her breath was coming in gasps, and her body was moving in a sort of rhythmic way. If she were lying down, rather than sitting next to him on the bed, it would have been a fucking motion, and Frank's hard-on suddenly became harder, hotter.
Millie was shaking her head, murmuring: "No! No! Please! Don't make me do it!" There was a warm scent coming up to his nostrils, and Frank, recognizing it, the perfume of hot and ready cunt, thought of the strange ways of women-that they were programmed, probably by their mothers, or their churches, to deny the instincts which God gave them.
The naked tit in his hand felt hot and faintly damp on this hot mid-west night, and he plucked hard at the big, creased nipple. He bent his head to take it in his mouth, and smelled that same rich fragrance of a female's crotch, of sweat and pussy juice and rubbed flesh.
It must have been while he sucked her titty into his mouth that Millie opened her eyes. Frank heard the girl moan as though in pain, felt her hands tearing at his hair, trying to push him away, and then she went limp in his arms.
She would have slid off the bed, except that he caught her, his hand going between her strong legs as he awkwardly tried to keep her from falling. He still had his left arm around her upper body, and when he raised his right arm, it went right under her. His forearm was his lever, and for a moment, the solidly built girl was riding on it, and he could feel the wetness of her panties crotch against his flesh.
He heaved her up on the bed, and saw, to his amazement, that her eyes were wide open, and her body was moving from side to side. She was ready for him, it flashed through his mind, so ready that nothing but his cock-or anyone's cock-mattered to her.
With a fireman's speed, he got his slacks and shorts off, kicking his slippers off, too. The red haired girl, her expression unchanged as she looked at the ceiling with bright eyes, obligingly raised her hips so he could pull off her skirt, and held her arms up like a compliant child as he stripped the blouse and bra off over her head.
There remained only her panties, and the big, intuitive man was touched as he saw that the girl had worn what had to be her finest, most treasured lingerie. Pink, sheer briefs, decorated with tiny, hand-embroidered roses. She knew she was going on a hot date, and if she got this far, she wanted the guy to be impressed, Frank thought. She was, obviously, a good deal younger than Virginia. He knew better than to assume she was a virgin, or a near-virgin. But, as compared to her somewhat older friend, she was a child.
Nevertheless, as he pulled her show-off panties down, his cock lost none of its hardness as he viewed her softly pretty cunt. There was a great deal of bright red hair on it, long and fine and wavy, and, where the hair lay thickly around the edge of her thick outer lips, and lower, around her fuck hole, it was dark from the pussy juice which had been seeping out.
Something made him turn away from the blue-veined beauties of her milky white belly, the pouting lips of her cunt, the overall gorgeousness of the girl's naked body. And, when he turned to where Ginny and Rich were doing their thing, he knew what had stunned the redhead into instant acquiescence.
Virginia had her legs up against Richie's chest, her heels over his shoulders. He was on his knees, and the woman's position held her ass a foot off the bed. It was open wide, showing her red-raw inner cunt lips suckingly wrapped around Richie's big prick, now dark red in his passion as he fucked into the tight hole. It was shining with Ginny's thick, clear cunt slime, too, and as he watched, instantly comprehending the shock it must have been to the comparatively innocent redhead, the lithe brunette with the big tits turned her face to him and winked.
Something about that wink told Frank a whole volume about feminine friendship. The younger girl, incapable of doing anything so raunchy, so aggressive, on her own, had been helped into a fire of lust by her Ginny.
Frank turned back to the trembling, instinctively moving form on his bed. Millie was beautiful. Not more than twenty or twenty-one, her breasts were at their best, full and soft and heavy. She had been to the municipal pool or down along the river many times this summer, and the bikini she had worn must have been daring. There was a thin white strip of unburned flesh over her titties, making a triangular pattern of soft white skin with the wide circles of pinky-tan aureoles and the deeper red-brown of her big nipples.
Her brown belly-flesh was like satin, deeply indented by a navel so sweet that Frank wanted to suck it, to rim it with his tongue, and then to suck along to the beginning of her split, so pink and warm under that nest of red cunt hair.
He dropped to his knees by the single bed and pulled Millie's nearest thigh toward him, opening the dripping pink slash of her cunt. It made a very small sound as it popped open, like a tender kiss, and its warm odor swept around Frank's face.
The girl still seemed in a trance, almost like a boneless, girl-shaped assemblage of warm flesh and soft skin, but he could see that the muscles at the mouth of her vagina were moving, winking, pulsing in and out. The inner lips were so filled with blood that they were bloated, their shell-pink surfaces darkened and highlighted by the deep scarlet of tiny surface veins. Their pores were as productive of fuck lubricants as her vaginal reservoirs and, as he looked, his tongue curling out of his mouth unconsciously, his eyes picked up the slow movement of clear drops of this sweet fluid as it trickled between the folds of slick, hot labia.
He was almost as transfixed as Millie as he plunged his face into this open cluster of wet, hot cunt-flesh, and he instinctively grabbed her strongly rounded thighs as her strong young body reacted to his kiss on her pussy.
There was a wet, slick feel of movement against his open mouth, a taste of the most delicately flavored cunt he had ever eaten, and he got a big mouthful of her fuck fluids as he sucked on her hole. She was flipping as he dived into the hot slickness, his tongue going up and down among the reddened labia, then into her cuntal aperture, and his ears rang with her screams: "AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! OH, GOD ALMIGHTY! OH, GOD ALMIGHT! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! PLEEEEEAAAASSSSEEE! PLEEEE AAAAASSSSEEEE!"
Frank, for all his passion, knew a moment of fear. This firehouse was his living, and this was a quiet neighborhood. He and Richie were magnets for the local girls, all the way from high school age to young grandmas, but they were circumspect. Their friends came and went by the back door, shaded by an ivy-covered arbor. Noise like this could cause a lot of trouble. But it was, in its way, so beautiful, the mark of female heat, so intense that it could not be controlled.
But there was action behind him, above him, and the screaming stopped with a gurgle. He stabbed into the writhing, succulent cunt once more, and looked up. It was enough to drive him fuck crazy all over again. Lewd, lascivious, lovely.
The redhead's screaming mouth was stopped by a cunt. Virginia's cunt. Plastered right on Millie's astounded face.
The small brunette had her lovely thighs spread wide, and her dark-haired pussy was opened to its widest, too. Richie had apparently shot his load, for there was a lot of pearly-white, opaque semen bubbling out of the pink fuck hole that rubbed up and down in the red-haired girl's face. There were drops of it in the thick mass of pubic hair, and all of it made the perfect picture of unbridled fuck-madness. And once more, Ginny winked at Frank.
He was so hot from sucking Millie's cunt that his big cock was trembling, jerking with every heart throb. He wanted both these women, the dark one that he'd had so many times before, and the younger, sweeter, less experienced one with the wild heat between her puffy cunt lips. He felt a slap on his shoulder, and Big Richie, his cock still more than half hard, said: "Jesus! What a way to go!"
The elfin woman who squatted, wide thighed, on her friend's face, giggled and said: "Well, I had to stop her, didn't I? She was waking up the whole God damn town, wasn't she?"
From under her moving twat, there was a plaintive cry: "Ginny! Stop it! You're awful!"
As soon as the brunette tumbled backward, laughing, Frank got between Millie's full, rounded legs and put his cockhead into the wetly pulsing pudding of flesh that marked the cuntal entrance. As if the other two were not there, the tall man let himself down on the sex dazed young woman and began to kiss her. At the same time, he gently shoved his cock into her.
He knew, of course, that the girl could not be too inexperienced. Not to come on a fuck-date like this. But he was amazed at the tightness of the slick cunt he drove into. And he was thrilled at the eager way the girl began to kiss him, to suck his tongue, to rub her lips wildly across his face.
He would have bet all he had that this was the first time Millie had ever had another woman's pussy in her mouth, but the girl had recovered from it. If anything, it had simply made her hotter, or had been a part of a very heavy sexual experience, perhaps the heaviest of her life.
Because she was fucking up at Frank with an enthusiasm, with a smooth, rhythmic undulation of her body that made her cunt seem to milk at Frank's hard dick like a very smooth, very gentle hand.
As her strong young body heaved up, the tall fireman's cock sunk deep into her cunt, banging against her womb, making her shudder with the delightful pain of a hard, deep fuck. As she brought her ass down, she nipped the big prick between the top of her fuck hole and the ring of muscle at his bottom. And her strength and heat made marvelous things happen in Frank's cock. And in his balls.
He was so hot from the newness of the girl, from realizing her heat, that he was trying to get it all. The feel of their sweated bellies, slipping and sliding as they fucked each other. The feel of swollen breasts as his hands clutched them, then let go to slip down and squeeze the firmness of her muscled ass-cheeks. The smell of her clean, wholesome cunt, and the lingering taste of it, along with her sweat, on his lips.
Even the realization that he was eating some of Richie's cum as the girl swabbed his throat with her tongue didn't bother him. It was all just a part of a wonderful experience.
And he knew he was getting the greatest fuck of his life. He was no kid. He had thirty-three years of mileage on his lean frame, his hard muscles, his big balls. Each time he slid his prick into the juicy tightness of the red haired girl, watching her face as it flowered in a tense smile, feeling her cunt flutter as she came, time after time, gave him a feeling he had never known with another woman. Of any kind.
Millie had drifted into a world of sexual completeness. Her fuck-fever was warming her, everywhere, and she had lost her feeling of strangeness. After all, she had come for adventure. She had been certain she was going to get screwed. Even though she had refused to commit herself to it, on her way to the rendezvous.
"I'm not going to screw anyone who isn't nice," she had said firmly, giving Ginny's arm a shake. "If they're nice guys, well, maybe. But you know, I don't screw just any and everybody."
She felt the tall man's cock swell and begin to spurt. He was grunting, now, like a rutting boar pig on her dad's farm.
"UUUUNNNNHHHH! UUUUNNNNHHHH!" It was a high pitched groaning, a tribute to the delight he felt as he pumped his jism into her throbbing, spasming cunt.
She felt the slickness, the heat of his warm seed exploding inside her, and she burst again into a wild blossoming shower of feeling in her belly.
She tried to scream, but her throat was too tired. She could only clutch this man-what was his name?-around his sweated neck and work her ass up and down, her inner muscles caressing the hard dick that sprayed her insides with such hot power.
That wasn't all, of course. That was the best part, Millie always had thought, that breaking-in, that first warmth of friendship between them all. They had beer, and sandwiches out of the firehouse's reefer-good bologna, and liverwurst, kosher dills and hot mustard, Muenster cheese and Kaiser rolls.
And sex, sex, sex!
By the time the two girls left that night-or early in the morning-Millie had taken a couple of giant steps. Or three or four.
She had sucked, not one prick, but two, although she stoutly maintained she had never done any such thing in her life. And she had blushingly performed a sixty-nine with Ginny, after midnight, when the fellows were feeling a bit fucked out. And she had really dug it, sucking the lips and the clit and the squirming cunt hole of her friend Virginia. All of this was something to remember.
But what they all remembered, and treasured, was a natural outpouring of Millie's simplicity and warmth.
Frank and Richie had never "paid" Virginia, in the sense that they would "pay" a prostitute. But they knew she worked hard for small money as a hasher. And, when she came to visit them, and spent an evening in the firehouse, sharing their pleasure in fucking her, they always gave her some money. Not a great deal. Ten or fifteen bucks. Sometimes twenty. Never enough so that she felt like a whore.
"Buy yourself something, Millie," the donor always said. So, in that way, the girl could always feel it was a gift, not a fee.
But tonight, with all of them having so much fun, it was only natural that Frank would peel a twenty off his modest roll, and Rich would do the same. But Millie ruined that for them.
"I just wouldn't feel right," she protested, blushing all over her full-blown, ripely naked body, "taking money from a friend."
It was so naive, so sweetly innocent, that they all burst out laughing, embracing Millie, feeling up her love-sloppy cunt, kissing her long, heavy titties. And they all remembered it.
On this new day, sixteen years later, with Millie leaning her strong, beautiful body against him, and jerking absently at his hard cock in his slacks, Frank remembered it. And so did Millie.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "That's what I said the first time we met, wasn't it? That I couldn't take money from a friend."
She leaned against Frank in helpless laughter, thrilled all through her fuck system as the tall man continued to milk her titty.
She gave him and his cock a final squeeze and pushed him away.
"In your case," she said, "I'll make an exception. "Fifty bucks a week, that's for room, breakfast, and dinner. I work at Bede's old Rexall Pharmacy, on Main Street, downtown. You remember the place, don't you? So I can't fix your lunch. But there'll always be something in the refrigerator for you. Something to make sandwiches, or something to warm up."
"I know what I want to warm up and eat," Frank said, reaching for the ripely mature woman again. "I've missed you, Millie."
They were kissing in a desperate silence when a bright young voice said: "Excuse me, Mom. Is this a private party, or can anyone play?" And that's when some more of it started, sixteen years after that night in the firehouse.
CHAPTER THREE
If Millie was flushed when little Melissa broke in on her clinch with Frank, it was from inner heat, and not from embarrassment.
She held out her arms to her little daughter, who had on a light, short summer robe, and said: "Oh, darling, see who's come to live with us! And don't tell me you don't remember him!"
And Frank found himself almost smothered in a whirlwind of soft, warm flesh as the young girl almost literally threw herself on him, sobbing: "Uncle Frank! Oh, Uncle Frank, it's so good to see you!" And she hugged him with all the strength of her healthy young body, so that the man felt all of her warmth through the thin fabric of the robe. It was hard to believe. SHE was hard to believe.
One year doesn't make much difference in one's appearance, at least at most times in one's life. But to a girl of eleven, the year that takes her up to and beyond twelve can be fantastic.
It can turn baby fat into large, beautifully shaped breasts as mature as any grown woman's. It can trim a pudgy waist to a hand-span of loveliness that separates and accentuates those breasts and the flare of womanly hips and butt. And it can give a girl more cool and more guile than an old smoothie like Frank would expect.
The child had always loved him. He and Virginia had been as close to Richie and Mildred as if they were, indeed, brothers and sisters. It had been only right that he should be "Uncle Frank" to this warm, affectionate little girl.
And so, when she saw him and realized it was really Uncle Frank, she seemed to try to melt her body into his. Nuzzling her flowerlike little face against his chest. Holding him around the waist with her strong young arms.
And, to Frank's secret delight, pressing her soft, warm body against his crotch as if she didn't realize he had a hard-on. Not only pressing against him. Oh, no! She had spotted the bulge in his pants the instant mama had moved away from him. In this past year, she had learned to look for that crotch equipment on boys. And on men, too. And wonder about it with all a healthy girl's native sexual curiosity. So, she knew it was there, in Uncle Frank's pants, and she knew she wanted to feel it, pressed against her warm, smooth, yearning young belly.
And, when she felt it, she rubbed herself on it gently, just enough to tell the man she knew about it, and she liked it, and that she wanted it.
Twelve years old! It reminded Frank of what old Cap Henshaw had said, that Millie might welcome someone to help her control little Melissa, even though she was a good kid. Of course, "little Melissa" wasn't so little any more. She wasn't as tall as her mom, and she would never be as tall as Frank. But any girl with tits like hers, and an ass, in fact, a body, that any woman would envy, can't very well be called "little" by any sensible person.
All these things were in Frank's mind as he lay in such warm and abandoned fashion with that child in his arms. She was content, now, almost seeming to purr, and she had thrown one of her legs over Frank's hip, so that her fat-lipped young cunt was spread open against his thigh, and the slick, cum-wet cunt flesh seemed to cling to his skin. He was gently kneading one of those super breasts on Melissa's chest. The aromas of her hot young split were all around them. And he remembered again what he had said to her: That it was incredible that a girl so hot could have avoided being knocked up. Or clapped up. Or caught by some snoopy adult.
He kissed a damp lock of light brown hair back off her forehead, and put a big hand over her rounded haunch, goosing gently into the steamy, sweated crack of Melissa's ass. She snuggled against him and gasped out a small, mewing sound of delight.
He kissed her again, and said: "I guess most folks would think I ought to be shot, messing around with a twelve-year-old kid, the daughter of my best friend. But I knew you wanted it. But what I can't figure out is: why me? There must be a dozen horny young studs, school ground heroes, who want to get into you, baby."
The young girl's face was radiant as she lifted herself to kiss her pseudo uncle. She was as dainty as a cat as she curled her slick, warm tongue into his mouth. She deliberately squeezed one of her breasts to a cone and rubbed it along his ribs. Blithely, she rode up and down on his muscled leg, rubbing her opened cunt until it seemed to bubble with her heat.
"Because you're you," she said calmly. "Because I've know you all my life, and always loved you. If you like me, and like what I've got to give, then I'm satisfied. Because that's what I've always wanted to do with it-to give it to you. Now, what's all the shit about people wanting to shoot you? It's my pussy, isn't it? They're my tits, aren't they? And my body?"
She took his heavy cock in her soft, warm little hand and frigged the smooth, thick skin back and forth. It was almost hard again, and she licked her lips, thinking of how his cum had tasted when she caught the dying streams as he had shot his load in the air.
Frank laughed comfortably. "You make me feel a little better. About doing this, I mean. And you make my ego swell like a balloon. It's wonderful to have someone love you. But it still puzzles me. You know I'm a lot older than your mother. I'm nearly fifty." It pained him to say it; he was four times as old as this hot little chickie. Not that he couldn't get it up.
The grown up looking child sat up, taking her leg off his body to sit cross-legged. She bent her head.
"I wish you'd please shut up," she said, and there were tears in her voice. "I never did want to give it away-my pussy, you know what I mean-to some dumb-ass kid from school. Or some fresh guy like those wolves at the firehouse."
She turned away and fell on the bed, and now she was obviously crying, her beautiful, softly muscled body shaking.
Frank lay by her, on his belly, and put his arm around her shoulders, under her arm, under her soft breast which her weight mashed out from her body. "Cool it, Mel," he said. "I don't want you bawling. What for, anyhow? I didn't say anything to hurt you, did I?"
The young girl rolled and tried to wrap him in her body, that beautiful young thigh going over him again, her big, warm titties mashed against his neck and the lower part of his face.
She fucked against him for a moment, then gasped, caught her breath in a sob, and lay limply against him.
"This is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me," the girl whispered brokenly. "You said I was hot. Well, I just had a nice little cum. Not like when I had your finger in my pussy. Oh! OHH! It makes me feel so good, just thinking about it! So, okay, I'm hot. But I'm a scaredy-cat, too. I'd be scared to let any man-or boy, either-even look at me. Down there, I mean." She giggled. "See what I mean? I'm almost afraid to say 'pussy' or 'cunt' to you. So you know I'd be an utter loss on a party!"
"Oh, come on," Frank said equably. "You're doing all right. I'm glad you're not scared of me, but I think you could get over your scare about other guys. Especially kids your own age."
He thought of how he'd been at thirteen. About how someone very, very sweet, very, very loving, had shown him what to do with his little-boy peter. But Melissa had turned her body so she could take his prick in her mouth, and her sweetly divided, softly mature ass was thrust invitingly in his face. It was as beautiful as it had been a few minutes before, when he had sucked her so thoroughly, and he shook with a sudden, raunchy need to suck her pink little asshole, to turn it inside out with his suction, to send her screaming up the wall with a thrill she probably never had imagined. But he refrained. Take her easy, Frankie, he said to himself, grinning in the warm semi-dark between those soft, warm ass-cheeks. Plenty of time for everything. Don't rush the little doll. Remember, she's a scaredy-cat.
He reached for her head and guided her by pulling and pushing. She looked up, spit drooling from her soft, full red lips. "I know," she said. "I've got a lot to learn, haven't I, Uncle Frank? But that's why I wanted it to be you. Don't you see?" She gave his cock an impatient little shake, and turned to suck on the big, dark-red head. "I'm not afraid of you, and I know you'll teach me all I need to know. If that's all right with you," she said humbly, looking down again. "If you don't mind teaching some silly little kid."
"You're not silly," he said firmly. "And you damned sure aren't my idea of a little kid. Not with these," and he stroked and pulled at her firm breasts, looking at the blue veins pulsing in the white skin of her bikini patches. "But there's so much to learn. So don't be in a hurry, baby doll. Listen, you said you wanted me to stick it in your cunt, didn't you. 'To really fuck me,' isn't that what you wanted? You seemed mighty confident that I could do it," he teased her. "Old guys like me, sometimes they can't get it up all that often."
He had pressed her thick, soft cunt lips apart, feeling them pulsate under his fingers. The inner side of the thick, hairy lips was a bright pink, shiny-wet with her cunt-slobber. The inner lips were gorged with her warm blood, and they had the same smooth look of the lips on her mouth, even to the tiny creases. In their hot folds he saw small bits of semi-solid girl-cum, and he licked up a couple of them, holding the girl while she strained to push her cunt against his mouth.
"Sweet," he whispered. "So sweet. God, baby, I'll never get tired of sucking you, of looking into your soft, pink, slick little pussy. And up your ass." He kissed her hard in her ass-crack, getting a real jolt of sex feeling as he buried his face in her flesh. And he was tickled that she was guiding his head, just as he had put his hands on her cheeks and moved her as she sucked him.
"I think you're all slicked up and ready for me, baby," he said, trying to make it sound matter-of-fact, but actually almost as excited as the young girl. Twelve-year-old pussy, guaranteed untouched by human hands or human lips, doesn't come along every day. And he remembered the three women, the three sweet and loving and kind women, each of whom had been so understanding, so warm, so patient when he was a dumb kid. Now, realizing how hotly interested Mel was, he knew that those three had created heat in his mind as well as his body, just as he was doing, and hoped to do, with this responsive girl. They fucked me and loved me, he thought. I'll love her, too.
He patted Melissa on her firm, smooth ass. "Get over me, baby. Get your knees about even with my belly-button. No, wait a bit," he said. "Maybe you'd like to turn the other way. Stick your beautiful, sweet ass toward me. And let me put it in."
The girl was up on her knees, her eyes shining, her flushed young face beaded with sweat, her brown hair damp. "Do you mean that you'll let me put it in if I'm turned toward you? Oh, God, Uncle Frank, I'll just die if I get to put it in me! WHOOOOO! I can almost cum just thinking of taking that big, hard, pretty old thing in my hand and putting it in me. But wouldn't it be better if I was on my back?"
Her face looked troubled, and Frank patted her on her smooth thigh, tickling with one finger in the dry, wavy hair above her slit.
"Nothing wrong with it," he said kindly. "But for the first time you get it, wouldn't it be nice to be able to look down and see my prick go into you? To rise up and down, and not only feel it, but to see it as you come up, to see my dick all shiny with your sweet pussy juice?"
A slow tide of red swept over Mel's body. "See," she said in a whisper, "I told you I was a silly kid. Of course I want to see it go in! OHHHHH! Show me what to do!"
In her excitement, she backed into his hard prick, caught her foot between his thighs, but at last she was set, and she was fumbling under her, grabbing at the man's throbbing dick, moving her young butt like a blind elephant feeling for something with his trunk. She was so beautiful, in her lushness, her innocent lasciviousness, that Frank caught his breath. She's the way Millie must have been at twelve, he thought. Just as eager, just as generous with her gifts.
It made his eyes sting with tears, but he blinked at the luscious child above him, seeing her big breasts standing out so proudly, her nipples almost blood-red with the pulsing of her life stream and her heat.
"Look in the mirror," he said huskily. "See how beautiful it looks. It'll help you find the hole, too," he said, smiling.
The girl turned her head, and her entire body seemed to throb with life and heat as she saw the dark shadow of the deep crease between her rounded buttocks, the protruding cunt lips with their long hair reeking with her girl-juice.
"Oh, Uncle Frank! It's so gorgeous! OH! OH! I was pointing it wrong! Up my butt!" She giggled nervously. "That wouldn't do, would it?" she asked. "Not this first time, anyhow. OHHHHH! I think it's going IN! OH, GOD! HELP ME, UNCLE FRANK! HELP MEEEEE!"
She had known it would hurt, this first time, and had no idea what sort of hurt it would be. The biggest thing she had ever put up her tight, responsive cunt had been a rather small cucumber, one of those long, curved things that come to the store in a clear plastic wrapper. It had hurt, too, but not like this.
In a red haze of fuck-heat, she looked in the mirror and it looked as if she were being split by the big cock. It made her go forward a little, to get part of the big thing out of her, and her cunt flesh clung to the big pole of meat, so that she saw her cunt in an entirely different light. It was a tube, inside her, not her solid body, and Uncle Frank's big cock was pulling the lining out, so that it looked like a swollen, purple-pink flower made of meat. Her meat, her flesh.
She saw it start back into her and screamed: "DON'T! OH, PLEASE, UNCLE FRANK! DON'T!" And then she realized he had not been pushing his prick into her-she had been pushing herself back on it. I'm putting it in me, she thought in a blind flash of adult passion. I'm fucking him!
She had cum almost overpoweringly when the man had nestled his face between the cheeks of her ass, sucking her from below as she held his cock under her arm. God, how tender and hot it felt, to have that marvelous organ under her arm, in her haired armpit. And to feel it throb and see it spurt! She had cum harder. And when he had inserted that big, smooth finger into her writhing, crazy feeling pussy, how she had shot her hard, hot wad of orgasm. But it hadn't been enough, and now she knew it. This was cumming! This, with that terrible, painful, brutal loveliness that stretched her to bursting. This was cumming! Seeing his cock, feeling it, sucking it, tasting the wild, hot, thick juice that spurted from it-and now she knew that all of it had just been a preliminary, building a huge, hot, hard ball of lust in her. Like a giant abscess of blinding pleasure, that had to break, that had to let her shoot everything she had in her hot, tight cunt.
"OH, GOD!" she screamed as the hard fuck-stick jammed into her, against that hard little apple of dark muscle that mama had told her was the mouth of her womb. A kid like me, with a womb! And now I know what it's like to be a woman! Not some damn sissy-assed little kid!
That was said in the dark of her mind. But she heard someone screaming bloody murder. Or bloody pleasure. And she knew the cries came from her own strained throat: "OH, GOD! UNCLE FRANK! FUCK ME IN MY CUNT! OH, FUCK ME GOOD! FUCK ME GOOD! AAARRRGGGHHH! IT'S TOO MUCH, TOOD GOOD! OHHHHHH!"
And she felt the big tool penetrate her as she had never imagined a prick could. It's so BIG! she said mentally, while she screwed her hot young body back on the stabbing cock, the hard roll of meat that churned in her guts.
One after another, big bursts of orgasm swept her, and she let herself go, now lying with her face against Uncle Frank's neck and mashing her titties against him, now raising her body and her arms, feeling impaled on this spear of male meat.
"OHHHHH!" she cried, but she was running down. The cry was weaker. "OH, UNCLE FRANK, IT'S SO GOOD! SOOOO GOOOOOD!" And she bent again to kiss him, loving the way her tongue felt, going into the man's sweet tasting mouth, and the way his big tongue came back to fill her mouth in the same way his cock filled her fuck pit.
She did not care that the minutes were passing, that the sun was edging slowly westward, and that her mother might come home. Somewhere deep in her conscious mind there was a warning flicker, but there was still one great mystery to explore-how does it feel inside a girl's vagina when a man shoots his load of hot semen up her?
She was bent over Frank, now, and had raised her young butt so that the big cock was about half in, half out. She felt Frank's arms go around her and down, down to clasp the cheeks of her ass.
She felt a strong pressure that was pleasant at first, then seemed enough to rip her apart. He had hold of both her buttocks, his big hands were squeezing them so hard that their pain was deep. But there was another pain, too-a hard, frightening hurt in what she usually thought of as "my little butt-hole." He was pulling the gloves of her ass apart, and she felt that her asshole was opening, that he was tearing her. It had felt so glorious when he had kissed and sucked her in that squirmingly eager nest of nerves and feeling. But now it hurt.
She would have screamed, but her tongue was in Uncle Frank's mouth, and that, at least, was delightful. And then some trace of reason entered her mind-she liked all of it! It was giving her a new feeling of cumming, in a different, hard way, and he was doing it for her as well as for himself. And it had made her move back on his rod, too, so that her wildly spasming clit, which had hardly rested during this delirium of fuck pleasure, was rubbing directly on the cock. It was sending her up the wall, and she was moving her ass, her cunt, her entire body, in a new way, forward and back instead of up and down, and Uncle Frank's wonderful, stone-hard peter was slamming into her guts. Hurting-no, pleasuring, for that's what it was, the wildest, deepest pleasure-pleasuring her bowels as well as her cunt.
It was crazy that heat and sex could be this way, so near the ragged edge of being disgusting, and yet, because of that, being more thrillingly, wonderfully wholesome and good. He must be hitting her rectum, where the nerves were that say "time to go to the bathroom, baby." Because it felt just like when, after some waiting, you do a big shit. Yessss! And she tried to scream: "OH, GOD, THAT'S THE PLACE, UNCLE FRANK! GIVE IT TO ME BIG, UNCLE FRANK! FUCK ME IN THE ASS! TEAR ME OPEN! MAKE ME CUM!"
She felt one of his big, smooth fingers wiping all up and down around her streaming cunt, and she thought how slippery and wet it must be getting. It should have warned her what was to come, but she would no longer have worried. Or cared.
She felt a pressure around her asshole, then a blinding burst of shocking pain, and her strong young body surged with a tempest of raunchy delight. He's in my ass, the girl thought, her mind a chaos of hard, thudding sensations. She was angry at not having been told what to expect, possibly, in some deeply feminine corner of her mind, she was enraged at having her body invaded in a manner she had not asked for. But she was too far out of her skull to entertain such a thought for long.
His cock burned in her overly sensitized pussy, and his finger burned and hurt beautifully as it slipped in and out of her grasping, throbbing rectum. And then the greatest thing happened.
Frank, wrapped in pussy, his finger stuffed up a virgin asshole, had come to the end of his rope. His nuts boiled over, and the hard spasm of joy shot his prick even deeper into the tight, hot tenderness of the little chickie he had always loved.
He let her upper body go so that Melissa could squirm and scream as much and as hard as she wished. Her activity on his cock, the marionette jerkings as she shot her wad along with him, would milk his dick of every drop of ready jism.
Strangely, he thought of the girl's mother, and of how hot she had been as a young woman. And the way she kissed me this morning, and jerked on my cock, she's as hot as ever, he thought in a sudden burst of pride.
Even while his cum was boiling into the girl's tight pussy, Frank was able to watch her face, to appreciate the depth and the strength of her passion. The big tendons in her thighs stood out like cables clothed in white flesh as she braced her knees alongside his loins. Her gorgeously mature titties bounced and shook with their weight, her pink mouth was open to let her faint screams tear out of her throat: "AAAIIIEEE! AAAIIIEEE! OH, OH, OH! SO FUCKY-FUCKY GOOD! AAAAIIIIEEEE! AAAAIIIIEEEE!"
And all the while, a long, clear thread of spittle was drooling from the child's mouth, and her cunt was closing on his cock while her asshole nipped and chewed on his finger.
She could feel Frank's cock very large inside her, although she knew enough about the male organ to know it would diminish in size pretty soon. You don't get to be twelve years old in a town like Condon, going to school parties, walking along the river, without having to feel a guy's dick now and then. Even if you are determined not to let the guy shove it into your puss. No matter how hot you get, no matter how your little cunny twists and squirms and showers its clear, hot juice out and down your leg.
She felt glorious, inside and outside. She held her "uncle" and rubbed her fuck-bloated breasts against him. "It feels like they're about to pop, like big balloons, Uncle Frank," Melissa said. "And I'm really full of your jism! Oh, I never thought this day would come! Or that it would be so wonderful."
Frank kissed her. He felt just a wee bit depressed. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea, fucking this little wildcat. He'd never had any trouble getting a hard-on. The legends about him were true. Ginny had left him only a little over a year ago, and one of her complaints had been that he never seemed to get enough. But, after all, he was damn near fifty!
And, while he had gotten a hell of a hard-on this morning, that was for Millie.
And then, like a blessed light from Heaven, he had the most fantastic thought: I can fuck them both. And the more I fuck, the more I'll want. And the more I'll be able to fuck!
Someone had told him that, a long time ago. Someone he loved and trusted. Someone who had taken away all his worries. Worries about jacking off, about screwing too much and depleting himself.
As he thought this, Melissa's body gave a quiver, there was a feeling of life and squeeze in her cunt, and his penis slipped out.
She uttered a small sound of distress, but, when he turned her face up to his, she was smiling. All regret, all pain, all doubt had left her. I did what I had to do, she said in her mind. Mama wouldn't mind.
As they rolled away from each other, Frank thought: If she wanted me, I gave her what she wanted. I owe any woman that. Because of what a woman-and a girl-did for me.
He held the warm, resilient body to him. His cock was still large, and it was slick with the copious flow of his jism and her inner oozings from her remarkable cunt.
"Did you learn something?" he asked. "My very dear, my little Melissa, my sweetheart for all your year., did you find what you were looking for? On old Uncle Frank's peter?"
The girl gave a low moan of happiness, her eyes closed, and she twisted her breasts into him as she kissed him with all the heat she owned. Deep into his mouth with her tongue, and her saliva was like nectar to the man. All his confidence, all his faith had returned. He had things to ask her, like who were the "wolves at the firehouse," And why she had been so confident that he could fuck again and again. For she had hinted at it. But right now, all he wanted was for her to be happy. For both of them to be happy.
"All I wanted was for you to have me," the girl answered, rubbing her face against his breast. "For you to let me do those things to you. And for you to do-what you did-to me." Her mouth made a kissing sound. "Oh, it felt so great when you were fucking me," she said. "But I wish I could have been sucking you, too. All I got a while ago," she said with a pout, "was just the last dregs. You shot all the good stuff up in the air."
Frank laughed. "Get a handful of it out of your pussy," he said. "It's still just as warm. And it'll taste better, because it's mixed up with your own sweetness, your own juice."
God, he thought, the way we repeat our lives! I thought of having this child this morning when she came at me and hugged her titties all across my chest, rubbed her belly on my nuts. And I had a hard-on for her mother!
The girl gave him a push, but she ran her hand under her, and brought it up, dripping strings of opaque white seed. There were streaks of blood in it, too, and she said: "Oh, no!" with awe in her voice. "Oh, no! I did have something left to break!"
Frank sat up and shoved her on her back. Her cunt was relaxed, wide open, and the inner lips were messed up with their combined sexual juices. But there were drops of bright red blood spilling out of the child's tender cunt hole, too, and Frank's heart leaped.
"I felt something break, too, baby," he said. "You did have a maidenhead, didn't you?"
He held her under the knees, raising her ass up off the spread. He bent his face into her opened labia, sucking up all he could get. He made a singularly humorous face as he swallowed, and Melissa, her own sweet face glistening with cum juice and a spot or two of her blood, had to laugh.
"Honest, Uncle Frank, I didn't know I had even a scrap of maidenhead left," she said, laying her warm hand on his prick as he raised to his knees. "Please suck me some more. And then kiss me. OHHHHH! I love that taste! Of you, of me! Of fucking!"
His mouth was full of his-and-her cum juice as he kissed the girl, after first giving her slick and reddened pussy a giant sucking. Their tongues caressed each other, their bodies touched all over, it seemed.
But when Frank rose up, he saw that the clock on his dresser noted the hour of five-thirty, and he spatted Melissa on her soft, pinkly pretty ass. "Get up, baby," he said. "Your mom's going to be here any minute."
Melissa groaned comically, but she rolled over and leaped up.
"I don't want to leave any pussy tracks on your bed," she said. "A little blood on my sheets wouldn't matter. It's nearly time for my period, and mom knows it. But you don't have periods, do you, Uncle Frank?"
He squeezed one of her fine breasts, grinning as she squealed.
"I have periods when I'm hot for pussy," he said. "And then, again, I have periods when I'm hotter."
CHAPTER FOUR
Dinner was a pleasant meal. Millie had assembled a casserole of chicken and yellow rice before she went to work, set the oven to turn on at five and off at six, so that all she had to do was heat rolls and supervise Melissa while she made a green salad. The fluffy rice was deeply flavored with butter and the chicken, which had been browned before it was mixed with the rice. The dish was bright with pimento strips and fresh parsley, crunchy with bits of celery and sweet onion.
"Very classy grub for a boarding house," Frank observed, winking at Melissa, whose young pussy crawled every time she saw her so-called uncle moving his full lips as he chewed a bite.
I wish I could stuff my pussy with chicken and rice, she thought in a gentle wave of lust, and have him suck it all out of me. One grain at a time. The thought gave her a pleasant itch in the dark and sloppy folds of her young twat, still glowing from its introduction into a world of complete sex.
The remark about the "classy grub" made Millie's cheeks flush with pride, and she nudged Frank's leg under the table with her own.
"If I'm going to take money from friends," she said with broad humor, "I certainly ought to give them their money's worth. Anyhow, Frank, this is just some leftovers. I'll see that you get a lot of good things to eat!"
The two grown ups laughed so uproariously that Melissa eyed them curiously.
"Something's going over my head," the girl declared. "What you said wasn't all that funny. Anyhow, whatever you give Uncle Frank to eat, I'm sure he'll appreciate it."
She began scraping off dishes and rinsing them for the dishwasher. She seemed as pleased as the older pair with the situation, and Millie asked, out of a clear blue sky: "Which room did you decide to take, Frank? Upstairs or down?"
Melissa almost choked, knowing why Frank had decided to take the upstairs bedroom. Mom's a mind reader, she said to herself. I hope this doesn't throw Uncle Frank.
But the tall man laughed, completely cool, and gave her mom a big, affectionate hug.
"I was going to sleep down here, baby," he teased, "but there's no way you'd be safe, and I didn't want this impressionable girl worried to death about her mother's chastity. Anyhow, I slept upstairs in the firehouse for twenty-five years. Old habits are hard to break, okay? Besides, I like to soak my weary old bones in a hot tub now and then, and the upstairs bath has one."
"There's no pole to slide down on," Melissa said surprisingly, her young face in a smirk. "At least, not for Uncle Frank. And Mama and I aren't firemen."
She left them speechless, turned the water on in the dishwasher, and dried her hands. "Sorry to leave you helpless, Mom," she said coolly, "but I'm going over to Gert Hansen's to work on a political map of Europe. Can I stay until eleven? We want to look at 'Harry O' and it runs to eleven."
They heard the nubile child leave the house, and Frank asked: "Is Condon all that safe for a kid like Mel?" He had some rather dark thoughts about rape, of some faceless oaf or oafs dragging that luscious bit of cunt behind a hedge, or a billboard, and fucking her in spite of her struggles.
Millie laughed. "Life's chancy for all of us, Frank," she said. "For a girl like Mel, for a mother with a daughter like Mel, maybe it's even more so. That's just one of the reasons I was so glad to see you, so glad to know you'd come to live with us."
She looked at him and her eyes were bright with tears.
"That's not the only reason," she said. "You'll have to know, sooner or later. Richie got us deep in debt. His insurance squared it, but his pension's not enough to live on. That's why I work. And why, kidding aside about taking money from friends, why I need your fifty a week. It will make a hell of a difference."
He leaned over and kissed her, thinking how lovely she was, how open and frank. "I'm glad I'm here for more reasons than that, baby," he said. "Not that I'd want to be pushy."
The firmly built redhead scraped her chair on the floor getting to where she could hold her old friend's face and kiss him, lingeringly, with tongue, lips, and a hot heart.
"You'd better be a little pushy, Frank," she laughed, "unless you want to put me to the embarrassing need to rape you!"
She reached into his crotch and felt the big tool, getting big and hard inside his slacks. "Oooooh!" she breathed. "I can't believe it! I can't believe I could be so lucky!"
They paused to embrace after they shoved away from the table. Millie moved her warm stomach on Frank's, moaning a hard "Mmmmmm!" as they tongued and twisted.
When they separated, her face was pink, her eyes shining with life and sexual fever. Her cunt felt swollen and open, and there was a burning itch around her clit.
"I know this is routine widow's talk, Frank," she laughed. "But it's the God's truth. I haven't had any since Richie died. Any real cock, I mean," and she blushed. "You know me, you know I have to get off somehow. And they make some wonderful fake cocks, nowadays." She squeezed his hard-on with a fierceness he remembered from many years ago. "Oh, baby, I'm so glad you're home."
They went into her room. Naturally. Frank felt a slight glow of relief. The aromas of lust, the perfume of cunt was so thick in his room that you could have spread it on bread. Maybe, with her own puss hot and open and craving, Millie wouldn't notice. But the bed was in a mess, and there were still a few blood spots on the sheets. He'd have to get Melissa to switch her sheets for his.
He held Millie again, his big hand squeezing at her firm asscheeks, as he had with Melissa a couple of hours earlier. His fingers, delving deep into the humid crack, felt moisture right through the fabric of her dress, of her panties. Millie had always been a juicy one.
He spun her around and unzipped her dress. "Those titties," he gloated, bending to suck one in as the dress came down, leaving their unbrassiered fullness bare. "Just as gorgeous as sixteen years ago. Or thirteen years. I guess that's the last time I saw 'em. Or sucked 'em. It's been a long time, baby!"
They rolled onto the bed, once they were naked, and in the warmth of the mid-western September night, they ignored covers.
"There's something else I want to check out," the man said, and he got Millie's legs up in the air, over his shoulders. He held her body and raised to his knees, and she was lying on her head and shoulders, laughing up at him, with her full-lipped cunt open and hot, almost smoking, right at his chin.
He whistled. "Just like old times," he said softly. "So hot I don't have to pull your cunt open! It just comes open by itself! And wow! Look at that sweet juice bubble up!"
Her softly sculptured ass was warm on his collar bones as he dipped his mouth into her slash of swollen labia and sucked hard.
"OH, DARLING! OH, FRANKIE BABY!" Millie cried raggedly. "IT'S LIKE OLD TIMES! OH, BABY, SUCK ME REAL HARD! I WANT YOU SO! SUCK ME, DARLING! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!"
He sucked her long and deep, clear down to her bubbling cunt hole, fighting the twisting strength of her body as she tried to get his whole head into her slit, trying to shove her clit down to meet his tongue. She craved another fast cum, but he wanted to delay it. This was so gorgeous, after such a long time. Her cunt flesh had a texture sweeter and hungrier than any he had ever known. It was as smooth as the inner part of his lips, but drier, and it seemed to cling to his tongue as if she were reluctant to have them part.
He had a magnificent view, right through her masking bush of softly waved, bright red cunt hair, down over her smooth belly, past her big, softly firm titties, and down to her voluptuous mouth. He remembered how that mouth had sucked him, sixteen years ago, and how sweet and funny she had been, insisting she had never had a man cum in her mouth before.
Frank's chin was pressing Millie's buttocks apart with his chin, and he pressed harder, knowing how sensitive she had always been in her rectal area, how much she loved that sort of fooling around. He took his thumbs and pulled ass-cheeks wide apart, deliberately stretching them, stretching the woman's tender asshole, watching her intent face set as the pleasure-pain lanced through her body.
His cock was very hard, now, pressing against his old friend's smooth back, and he thought how marvelous it would be, just to fuck up and down that faintly sweat-dampened skin until he shot his new load of pearly semen up her back. But he knew how Millie wanted it, and he wanted her to have it that way.
She was mewing, now, like a pleased but anxious kitten: "Ohhhhh! Please, Frank! I can't quite make it! PLEASE! OH, GOD! SUCK HARD!" And her body thrashed against his strong arms, her red hair flying out like a halo, her face running little streams of sweat. Her big breasts moved and tumbled, now under her arms, now over her collarbones, and Frank dropped her, his taste craving some of that salty-human girl-sweat.
He dropped her and fell across her, lifting one breast so he could lick under it, loving it as much as cunt juice. When he lifted the other breast, Millie swung her beautiful, strong legs around him, fucking up at him with all her strength, laughing like a girl.
When her groping fingers found his hard tool, and she began to jerk at it, he cried: "Uncle!" and fell by her side, his hand on her sweat-slick belly, his fingers playing in her cunt hair.
He rolled and kissed her on her full, red lips, and suddenly wanted them around his prick. He moved his big finger down into her wet slit, sliding it past her hard clitoris, and whispered: "Let's have a little half-and-half, baby! I want to shoot this load into you somewhere. Where do you want it?"
The laughing woman rolled him over. "Everywhere," she said in a hoarse voice. "Down my throat, up my ass, in my cunt! Between my boobs, coming straight at my mouth so I can suck it! Between my thighs, so you can shoot it along my belly! Or maybe in my armpit. You used to like that, you dog!"
Laughing, hot, the man squeezed her breasts until the nipples seemed to squirt out between his thick fingers. "You forgot your navel," he said. "And your ears!"
Millie held him to her. "Just put it in me," she whispered. "Let me have it, baby! Oh, my cunt's so damn hungry for your peter!"
She lifted her gorgeous ass off the bed, bracing each hip with one hand under it, offering the warmth and juicy strength of her cunt. She winked and rolled her eyes. "Goes with the rent," she said in a choked whisper. "Come on, baby, stick it in me!"
He let her take his hard rod and guide it into the purple-red maze of inner lips, into the streaming entrance to her body. As it went in, she let her body down with a cry of pleasure, her body rolling in a spasm of cumming as his long dick slid home.
"That's it, baby!" she croaked. Her hips turned violently from side to side, each roll milking his dick. She was tighter than ever, he thought. And hotter.
"Jesus, Millie, did you grow together?" he asked her, fucking hard against the hardness of her womb's mouth, against the restraining end of her fuck-channel.
He stopped poking and lay still, then, leaving his cock deep in her, he began a slow rotation of his hips. His weight pressed his pubic mound against the softness of her thick outer lips, and he moved this way and that until he saw the redhead's face go tense, heard her breath rasp between her lips. He moved slightly, left-right, up-down, his own face as intent as the woman's, and knew he was mashing her excited clitoris under that soft pad of moist and hairy tissue. As Nature and God had intended, when they made man and woman the way they are.
"Gotcha!" he whispered, squeezing one tit, then reaching under the woman to run his fingers in the sloppy crevice of her ass. "Give in, baby, or I'll take it out!"
He felt the warm, smooth legs go around his back, and the woman's lightly freckled face broke into an angelic smile. "Now, who's got who?" she asked, fucking up against him. "Whoooo! That's getting me, all right, Frankie! Oh, you wonderful person! OHHHH!"
Her body began to work up and down in rhythm with his, and now she was rubbing her compressed cunt against his body as much as he was rubbing against hers. She felt the comfort of this big, hard roll of meat that she had felt so often in the old days, felt it hammering against her cervix in a short-stroke way as they ground their crotches together.
There was a knot of fire growing inside her, filling the end of her vagina, heating all around in the dark wetness, giving her that magnificent pain that explodes in sexual fulfillment. It was coming, it was growing, it was swelling her cunt to bursting.
In a wild burst of release, Millie suddenly let go her legs from around Frank's body, throwing them high in the air. Her bottom, with its streaming cunt, its puckered asshole, came up to swallow the man's cock all the deeper. He began to fuck into her in long, hard strokes, seeking the culmination he needed to empty his big balls. He was panting, emitting harsh cries-"Wow-woooow, Baby, do it! Fuck it! OOOOOHHHH! WOWEE! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! COME ON, BABY! COME ON! OHHHHHH!"
Millie had begun to cum as soon as she released his body and the first deep-stroking cock-thrust slammed into her guts. She could swing her body freely, and she was enjoying this fuck, so long awaited, so long done without.
As she felt her old lover's prick swell, felt its hard throb as the first hot stream of jism lashed into her, she gritted her teeth and clung to his body, her strong arms holding the lunging man against her breasts.
He seemed to squirt his thick cream into her for a long time, and continued to fuck deep into Millie's nerve-raw twat. She was open, her cunt lips spread, and his balls rasped against the petals of flesh in a teasingly satisfying way. But all such pleasures end, and at last they lay together, shuddering in the throes of spent ecstasy, drained but not sated.
Frank did not pull his cock out. It felt too good, too warm and slick, soaking in the hot cunt juice. And his load of cream. Instead, he rolled off but held Millie to him, kissing her in a hot, slow joining of tongues. She continued to tremble, and deep in her pussy, a little muscular quiver of delight would re-echo on his cock.
"You're so good, Frank," the woman whispered as she took her softened tongue out of the man's mouth. She put her face against his neck, holding his body tightly. "Oh, you'll never know how much I needed that! You were always the best."
He held her, and shrugged off a pang of conscience. Melissa had told him she wanted him to have her cherry-to have her, not for an occasional bang, but for as long as he wanted. And not those "wolves at the firehouse." He'd have to check into that. But the thought of the young girl's warm, smooth, elastic body made his cock throb.
"Hey!" Millie said, drawing her head back to look at him. "I remember a guy who could screw all night, but that was a long time ago. Can you still do it, or are you showing off."
"If you only knew," he teased her. But he held that picture of the daughter's mature body, her soft-lipped young cunt, her incredible heat. It made him want more loving, more rolling around, more sticking-it-in and more cunt to wrap around it. He was amazed. He wouldn't have believed it. But he spoke softly: "I don't know what I can do, dear," he said. "Those last few years with Ginny weren't any Garden of Eden. It was like the old gag about the couple who quit because they were tired of the whole thing. He was tired of the hole, and she was tired of the thing.
The warm redhead gave a low moan of protest. "Oh, no. I wish I'd have known. Oh, my poor baby!" And her body worked gently, the inner muscles of her fuck sheath sliding and caressing his cock. "I was always here."
His cock was still hard, feeling great, and he kissed her again.
"After you married Rich," he said in her ear, "you were off limits to me, and besides you were all swollen up with little Melissa in your belly. I never knew why you chose Richie. I'm sorry," he said. "Rich was a good guy. My best friend. It was just-well-I know we all screwed together for three years, all of us, doing it all, everything. And no thought of marriage. At least," he declared, "I never talked about it."
The woman still held him, her pussy still held his cock, and there were tears in her eyes. "You did talk about it," she said firmly. "You said, a hundred times, 'I'll never get married. I hate the thought.' So, Frankie, when I was knocked up, I never told you. But Richie knew. And he asked me. What else could I do?"
Frank shook his head. "I always loved you," he said in a low voice. "I had you the first time we were together. No matter how we switched and swapped, I always thought of you as my girl. Hell, I married Ginny only because you married Frank. God damn it!" His cry was one of deep regret and pain. "I left you alone after you married Rich because I thought it was what you wanted. Richie told me that was it!"
Millie was really crying, now, and it was doing something marvelous to her body. Her cunt was squeezing him in a loving grip, the hottest feeling he had ever known. There had been one other person who could do that, and who had done it for him. She had to-she was paralyzed from the hips down. Again, he felt the bleak sense of bitter loss, of yesterdays gone wrong. He had lost Millie because of a young man's stupid put-down of marriage. And he had married that silly, selfish cunt Ginny, simply because it seemed a good idea, since their fucking foursome was splitting up.
"I could bite my tongue off," he said sadly. "Oh, God, Millie, I wish I'd known! But you loved Richie."
"Of course, darling," she soothed him. "I just felt-I don't know-with me pregnant with Melissa, and all swollen up like a poisoned pup, I knew I was ugly. And then I had Melissa, and by that time, Richie was getting hard to handle. But it's all right. Now. Isn't it? Life's a hell of a long way from over, right, darling?" She snuggled her smooth, warm belly against him, and again her cunt ran little, loving kisses of inner muscle up and down his dick. He rammed his cock into her hard, five or six fast slams, and had the pleasure of her response.
"OHHHHH!" she groaned in his ear. "OHHHHH! THAT'S SO LOVELY! OH, FRANKIE! OH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHH! LOVER! FUCK ME!"
Her body heaved with a long burst of orgasm, and he held one big hand strongly against her big, soft ass, keeping their bodies joined by the connecting link of his cock, deep inside her.
She kissed him again, and just as suddenly, she uncunted him and rolled away.
"Look," she said, "I don't want us to be sad any more. Don't think about the past. Or even the future. Richie's gone, and Ginny took off with another guy. So what? We're alive, and we've got a lot of catching up to do. Thirteen years of it, right?"
Frank grabbed for her and they wrestled for a minute, until he got his hand between her thighs, rolling it in the soupy slickness and warmth of her marvelous cunt.
There was the sweet stink of riotous fuck energy in the air of Millie's bedroom, and Frank's jism, a big load, was making her so juicy he felt he could, get his whole hand into her.
"You're right, baby," he said, "but a guy could go nuts, just trying to wear you out. You always had the greatest cunt! Oh, damn it, Millie, I know I just promised not to talk about it any more, but I wish I'd never said such a fool thing about marriage! Maybe you'd have come to me when you found you were knocked up. Baby, you're so great!" And he kissed her again, squeezing her big breast.
"Okay, Romeo," Millie laughed, sitting up and sliding off the bed. "I'll pour us some coffee. And then you go on up to bed. Melissa ought to be home pretty soon. You wouldn't want her to see you naked in my bed, your first night here, would you?" She reached down and squeezed his cock, sticky with fuck juice, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Although I'd love to have her feel this," as she caressed the big peter again.
Frank almost laughed. Considering the afternoon, Millie was late with her wish. He followed the redhead out into the kitchen and stood close to her, feeling her soft, warm ass.
"Did you really mean what it sounded like?" he asked. "That you wish Melissa could, uh, feel my cock? You've got to be kidding. You know she couldn't feel my cock without me doing my thing. No girl as hot looking as Mel could fool with my cock and get away without getting fucked. You can't possibly mean you want me to fuck Melissa. Your little kid? Come on, baby!"
"Mothers know their daughters are going to get screwed, sooner or later," Millie said, as they sat at the kitchen table. "Hey, throw me that dish towel on your chair, will you? I'm making a slick, cummy mess on this vinyl seat. Thanks." She stirred her coffee, looking straight at Frank.
"About Melissa. I know you, and I know the kind of good person you are. Sure, Frankie, I know you've always been a sort of cunt-head," and she leaned across the table to pat his hand. "But I love you for it. But don't you think a mother like me, knowing you, would rather have her daughter get it from you than from some stupid, pimply football hero at Central High?"
She sipped her coffee, and shook her head. "Maybe I'm out of my nut about sex because I just had a little, after being a sort of nun for a year. Or you may not believe me when I say I haven't had any guy's cock in me since Richie cashed in. But I have thought of Mel, and her sweet little pussy, and what fund she can have with it if she starts out right."
Her eyes blinked, and the man saw tears slide down her smooth, freckled cheeks. He got up and went around the table, standing by her, holding her so that her face was partly against his belly.
Millie turned and nibbled briefly at his cock, then looked up, laughing. "It really must have gotten to me," she said. "Look at old mom, crying about her baby."
She got up. "Come on, Frankie, grab your clothes and get to bed. And listen-don't think you've set a precedent, or that I expect you to make love to me on any regular basis." She laughed, an unstrained, warm laugh. "First job I went on as a waitress, my mom said, 'Don't ever do any more on your first day than you'd be willing to do every day from then on.' So just remember, I don't expect any more than that out of you."
She went upstairs with him. "I'll tuck you in," she said. "And, if Melissa catches us naked, I'll just tell her-what will I tell her, Frankie baby?"
They were near the head of the stairs, with Frank a step below Millie. He stopped and held her, his head against her firm breast, one hand deep in the crease between her buttocks, wet with the sweet slime from her cunt.
"Two choices, doll," he joked. "Tell her to come join the party, or to go screw herself."
CHAPTER FIVE
After the lushly built redhead had left him, Frank lay awake for a while. He was pleasantly exhausted. He had driven a long way yesterday. Once he had gotten the bug to come "home," it had been like a magnet, drawing him back to Condon. But he was a strong man, and resilient as most men half his age, so he had felt great when he awoke this morning. And this had been a wonderful day. Fucking seldom tired him. And there was something magical, after all, in getting his cock into the fantastically satisfying pussy of a woman he had known and deeply liked for so long.
She had literally tucked him in, and had sat, in all her warm nakedness, beside him, her hand under the covers, gently stroking his peter. And she had complaisantly lifted her thigh so he could get his hand and one of his big fingers into her hot, tight, slippery hole, and moved gently as he goosed it into her soft cuntal folds. And she had laughed as his cock grew fatter and fatter, but had let it go, at last, laughing. "Don't overdo," she had said. And it made him remember another time, when he had been worried about "overdoing," and had been taught so much, so quickly.
"You'll never know how sweet it is to taste my own pussy on your lips, darling," Millie had whispered when she had kissed and left him. "It makes me remember that first time, so long ago."
He remembered that moment very well. He remembered how Millie, then barely twenty, had responded so wildly as he had bull's-eyed in on the drippy, reddened lips of her young pussy. But there was something in the air that made memory go back farther.
A young kid, without a man to tell him different, can worry his head off about jerking off. No matter how much fun it is, with the bright, lascivious pictures in your mind, after you've shot it all over the bathroom wall, or the carpet where it won't show, there's a time when you wonder if it's true that it can drive you crazy. Depression, remorse, fear, these are ' bad company for a thirteen-year-old kid, especially when he has other worries.
He remembered that soft, sweet, patient face lying on the pillow, his mother's soft and patient voice. "I'm fine, my dear. I feel very good today. No pain at all, really. Are you all right?"
For even now, when she was almost an invalid, her first concern was for him and his sister, a girl almost as sweet as his mom. Except that she liked to tease him. And she had almost caught him in the bathroom this morning, just as he had finished popping his nuts, shooting it all over the tub. He had gotten a little lard from the pantry, and greased his hard young cock all over, and both his hands, so that he could make a regular cunt, fucking into one hand and on through into the other. Damn! It had been good. And he had been thinking of Aggie's body, although he knew it was wrong, thinking of your sister's ass, her tits, her cunt, mentally fucking her in the shining list of your mind. Wow! What a build Aggie had! Such nice, big, soft titties! Such a beautifully rounded ass, with its ripely formed buttocks jiggling as she walked around her room, naked! What a wonderful idea, to drill a peephole in their common wall, so he could see all these treasures. Even her cunt, so fat, so gently covered in soft, wavy hair. No wonder he liked to think of her when he beat his meat.
Of course, there were some girls at school, but they seemed frightening to him. And besides, if it hadn't been for the welfare people, they wouldn't have enough to live on. So how could he take a girl to the Malt Shop, or the Red Cross Pharmacy, to buy them a coke, or an ice cream soda, and work up a piece of ass? Besides, he was too shy. And worse, yet, he might knock a girl up. Wow! Just thinking of letting his load go inside a pinkly drippy, fat and juicy cunt like Aggie's, that was enough to drive a guy crazy.
So, he was shocked out of his boots when mom held his hand on that one memorable day-with Doctor Hardosky, that good looking woman doctor from the Welfare, sitting on the bed smiling-and said: "Frankie, I want to talk to you about sex. About your sex life."
"Mom!" he had cried, hot all over with a blush that seemed to burn from his toes to his scalp. "That damn Aggie! She's been lying about me! And besides-" and he had looked furiously at the lady doctor, who remained serene.
"Frankie, Frankie," mom said, "you mustn't be embarrassed. Agnes hasn't said anything to me. But I'll speak to her. And Doctor Hardosky, well, she brought this up. It's for me. But it's for you, too." Mom looked up at him, so sweetly, her pink lips partly open, her pink tongue going around them, moistening them. "Now, do what I say, and don't be embarrassed. Open your fly and take out your cock."
Lying half-awake, thirty-six years later, his cock still mildly throbbing from the lovely business with Millie, he recalled how he had shouted: "No!" but had at last complied. And how mama had held it, jacking the thick, smooth skin back and forth gently, smiling up at him with those full, pink, rubbery lips of hers.
And the doctor-God damn, but she had a great pair of tits!-came over and touched it, too, and whistled. "My God!" she said. "That's a beauty for a thirteen-year-old boy."
She had hugged him and put her face down to his, and he could still remember that perfume she wore. Ginny wore it, too. Maybe that was one reason he could always get it up for Ginny.
And the doctor had said: "We want you to help us. Your mother is very ill, you know that. A clinic in Switzerland has found that fellatio, with the subsequent ingesting of a man's sexual fluids, has a very evident therapeutic benefit for the patient."
He was looking down the doctor's blouse, and he could see her great titties hanging there, their big nipples dark and grainy and hard, clear down her smooth belly to her navel. And she had cunt hair clear up to there, to her belly button. But he could only gawk at her, saying: "I don't know what you mean."
Mom laughed. "Honey, what the doctor means is simply this: that if I suck you off, and swallow your sperm, your jism, it may help me to get well. You'd like to help me, wouldn't you?"
And naturally, because he loved his mother better than anything in the world, he began to cry, his voice seemed to stick in his throat, and he gasped: "Yesss! Yesss! Oh, Mama, of course I want to help you get well!"
It had all been so strange, his mother's soft, warm hand on his prick, the presence of the doctor with her big, soft milk jugs jiggling in that thin blouse, and him standing there, suddenly feeling very grown up and important. And he got a hard-on!
"Can he just stand there while you, er, fellate him, dear?" the doctor asked mama. "It's quite a shock, a very lovely shock, of course, but he may shake or leap, and take it out of your mouth. I want you to have all this kind of cream you can get."
And, when Frank realized they really meant it, that Mom was actually going to suck him off and swallow his cum, he nearly shot his wad before she touched him! Because this was all right! No sin here, no guilt, no hiding. He just wished that that silly-but loveable, too-that silly old Aggie could just be here and see mom sucking his peter. Especially since it did her so much good.
"Let him lie by me," Mama said softly, giving his pecker a slight pull to guide him into bed. "Get your clothes off, pet. Ah, that's lovely!" And she made him turn so his feet were toward the head of the bed, so that he had the sudden, terrible thought: Has mom ever sucked some other guy's joint?
He was so excited that he completely forgot about the doctor, and settled his narrow loins by his mother's sweet face, his jerking cockhead an inch from her lips. When he looked at her face, she was smiling at him merrily, and whispered: "Okay, baby! Let's get on with the treatment!"
She had taken it into her slick, warm mouth, and he shoved until he could feel it strike the back of her throat. His mother had moved and groaned, but she was holding his hard young prick by its stem, and he knew, for the first time in his life, the joys of a slick, warm, female tongue wrapping around his cock, and he trembled in a dark delight. Even in his most explicit dreams of his sister, he had not dared picture this ultimate intimacy, of Agnes sucking him off, of taking his peter into her mouth.
He also shifted his body and moaned in the anguish of pleasure, and his mother said: "What's the matter, precious? Isn't Mama doing it right for you? Here, honey, give me your hand."
Not knowing what she wanted, Frank let his mother take his hand, and she pushed the covers back and moved his warm fingers in onto her breast. She was wearing a thin, scoop-necked nightie, and there was plenty of room. He was amazed at the firmness of his mom's titty, the size of its nipple. This feel of naked, secret woman-flesh built new fire in his young loins, but he could not, for some reason, strike that final note which would bring his jism shooting up and out of his balls.
He could see the doctor, her back to them, and her legs were apart. She was bent over and holding her skirt up, and he could see that some movement was taking place. The doctor's entire body was moving in rhythmic movements, and he could hear her panting. His nuts were aching, and his glance caught movement in the big mirror of his mother's dresser.
The lady physician's fingers were out of sight in a thick bush of dark cunt hair on a white belly, and her hand was almost a blur, it was moving so fast. Even as he watched, the woman staggered and sat in the same rocking chair she had been in. Her plump thighs were spread, and the boy could still see the dark triangular shadow between them. She had a smile on her face, her head thrown back against the back of the chair.
The boy immediately knew what he needed. The sight of the doctor, frigging herself, even the sight of her mature and hairy pussy, were not enough. His mother had given him the idea by pushing down the blanket and placing his hand on her breast. He simply wanted more of the same sort of male-and-female intimacy.
Without stopping his own gentle shoving of his cock into his mother's throat, he pushed the covers all the way down, exposing his mother's body. She was not yet in the wasting process of her illness, and her belly was smooth and warm. He could see little blue veins under the pale white skin, and there was a frighteningly arousing aroma coming up from the dark nest of hair on her mound.
Only this morning he had seen Agnes, through his peephole, holding her cunt open and examining it in her mirror. It had amazed him, how long, how broad was the expanse of pink inner cunt. He had always thought it was simply a round hole with hair around it, and that it was up toward the front, like his peter. But Agnes had reached clear back to her ass to shove her fingers into herself, into what he knew had to be her cunt hole. The slick, light pink part between the thick, hairy lips had been curiously beautiful, but he thought of the hole as "the real place," the place where a guy would get his dong into a girl.
Now, in his breathless excitement, his ejaculation hung on a hair trigger, he was nearly beside himself as he moved his face to where he could see the primly closed line where the outer lips covered all that other intensely interesting stuff. And mama, bless her, had simply spread her thighs apart so that those preacherish looking lips forgot their primness and popped open.
Immediately, that rankly sweet aroma intensified around his face, and he had to lick up some drool as his mouth flooded with spit. His hand went into the warmth and moisture of his mother's suddenly awakened cunt, and she began to suck on him with renewed pressures, harder than ever.
Triumphantly, he felt for the hole, and almost fainted when his middle finger went out of sight in it, into a sort of flesh so smooth and soft, so flowing and slick and hot, that he felt the tremor of a cum-warning.
He felt something amazing happen inside the maternal cunt-a clasp of flesh or muscle on his fingers, and he was aware that his mother's body was moving, up and down, side to side.
There was a shadow above him and he glanced up to see the doctor's intent face. She pointed to the top of his mother's slit, and whispered: "Lick there! Hard! Suck on it!"
The juice was now oozing not only out of the fuck hole, where his finger was buried, but from the fat, slick, roly-poly ridges of pink flesh that looked so much like mama's real lips. On her mouth. Only, these were wet and slick, and seemed to throb. And all of this had to take place in his mind in a matter of seconds, because his young prick suddenly throbbed in painful beauty, and he felt his hot charge of jism pour up out of his balls.
But he was doing what the doctor had ordered, he was sucking a small, pale nubbin of gristle which was cloked in tight, slick skin like those slick lips. Sucking, feeling it throb to match the throbs of his dick, and he felt, rather than heard, his mother's moans of excitement and fulfillment. It made an itchy vibration on a cock already in the frenzy of cumming, and he moaned: "OHHHHH! OH, MAMA, THANK YOU! THANK YOU! OH, GOD! I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGG! PLEASE, MAMA, DON'T BE MAD AT ME! PLEASE, MAMA! I COULDN'T HELP IT! OHHHHHH!"
He found that, in the excitement, he had gotten his strong young-right arm under his mother's butt, and its warmth and softness gave him another thrill. She was still sucking feverishly on his prick, and, now that the shooting was over, it was about to kill him that hot tongue rasping the sensitive cockhead.
He pulled away, and his mother followed, but the doctor held her, saying softly: "That's all there is, for now, Julia. Just be sure you swallow every drop."
And his mother, her sweet face flushed, her eyes glazed, swallowed, smiled sheepishly, and said: "Oh, dear, that was so delicious. Frankie, darling, thank you, thank you!" She felt for his sweaty young balls, handled them gently for a second, and said: "When I feel better, I want to suck these, too, Frankie. Do you think you'll like that?"
He had gotten his body around so that he could look into mom's face instead of into her pussy, and he had tears in his eyes. "I'm the one who should thank you, mama," he said brokenly. "That was so lovely. Do you think it will help you get well?"
The doctor, now bright eyed and professional, said: "We can only keep trying, and hope, Francis. In the greatest sanatorium in Switzerland, they are trying it. Big, strong male orderlies are at a premium. How lucky your mother is to have a strong, loving son"
She leaned over and kissed his mom on her cheek, now flushed a bright pink. "I think perhaps your own orgasm should help you, too, Julia. It undoubtedly increases your blood pressure, temporarily, at least, and improves your circulation. And the wholesome protein of your boy's semen will be a magnificent dietary supplement. Marvelous! I'll admit," and the doctor laughed like a girl, "I wouldn't mind supplementing my own diet with a bit of that!"
She gave Frank a hug, gathered up her little black bag, and went out, and left the boy and his mother to face each other. He had always loved her unreservedly, but now he loved her with a different kind of love. And he loved the idea of "being naked with mama," which he had not done since he was, oh, perhaps seven, and daddy was still with them. He remembered how they had had to sneak to do that, because daddy got very upset when mama and little Frank were naked and rolling around in bed.
But now, so used to having his mother lie in a sick room, he realized that he could see her naked, or partly naked, any time. Or that's what the doctor had said. "Three times a day, Frankie, if you're capable of it. Give your mother that strong, wholesome, life-giving semen. If you love her."
So, this day began a whole new life for young Frank Bond. He no longer was frightened by the girls at school. He knew, because mama told him, in their long talks after school, that all girls had the same equipment, pretty much the same desires, and the same human need for sex and love. "You can have pretty nearly any one of them you want, Frankie," she told him. "But you have to take care of your mama, first."
Another time, when he had buried his face in his mother's clit, after first twisting his fingers around in it until mama screamed with happiness, he had felt muscles close on his fingers, fluttering and dancing up and down his hard penis. And mom's tongue was going around and up and down on it as he fucked into her mouth, and he shot his load of that rich cream which the doctor said was so good for mama. So, this had made him think again about fucking, about the thing the guys all talked about all the time, of shoving your prick into a hot hole ; and driving in and pulling out until that magic moment came when you unloaded, deep inside the hot, tight cunt.
He no longer masturbated, because he had no need to. These therapeutic sessions kept him hotly interested, with his strong young cock beginning to swell every time he thought of shooting it in mama's swallowing gullet, while he played with, and looked into, and sucked on mama's pussy. But he still talked with the guys about screwing. Although he doubted that many of them actually did any more than talk. But he thought he would like to screw. So he asked mama about it, if she thought it would do her as much good as her sucking out his jism and swallowing it.
He could see that it tickled her, but she said: "You'll have to ask the doctor. Really, if you want to use your beautiful young peter for something else than mania's health, you'll have to ask her."
So he had. And the doctor, her lovely face flushed, answered: "That's a very healthy reaction, Julia. Our big young man, here, has instinctive knowledge that he needs a change. It will be good for both of you."
But, to Frank's surprise, instead of helping mama get the covers off, and helping her get her legs up, Doctor Hardosky immediately stripped off her dress, her panties, her brassiere, and lay across the foot of the bed. Her strong and beautiful legs went up in the air, her fat-lipped, dark-haired cunt seemed to open like a ripe watermelon, and she said: "See how it lines up, Francis, so I can put a pillow under my posterior if necessary."
Frank was deeply interested, but just a bit frightened, until his mother, shaking with laughter, said: "Let me suck it a minute, Rachel, and make sure it's nice and hard. Come here by the bed, my dear," and mom had rolled over, her mouth open, and had laved his hard cock until it was even harder, while Doctor Hardosky waved her legs, holding them back with her hands, and laughingly said: "I won't put this on my bill to the Welfare, Julia."
He felt like a real man when he stuck it in the doctor. And it was every bit as good as he had dreamed it would be. It looked so much like Aggie's cunt, which he still peeped at, and it was as juicy as mama's-no, it was juicier. He could see the doctor's asshole just under her peter-hole, as he thought of it, and was amazed that they were so close together. If I wanted to, I could play the doctor some kind of a trick, he thought darkly. Shove my cock up her ass! It made his peter throb, just to think of it, and the doctor shrieked with interest and pleasure: "Julia! He's marvelous! So big! So throbby!"
And immediately after that, he had felt her cunt doing the same to his prick that mama had done to his fingers. It was great!
The bed was a regular hospital bed, a good deal higher from the floor than a regular bed, so Frank didn't have to stoop or bend to get his organ into the doctor. He stood straight up, loving the feel of her legs up against his body, the woman's feet pointing at the ceiling, her plump thighs against his sides. And that fat, juicy cunt swilling its juices out around his tool, into his pubic hair. It was the first time he had ever had his dong inside the heat and tightness of a cunt, but it would not be the last. But it bore out what mama had said-that all women needed sex, and that most of them liked it. And, of course, during his quiet periods, when he thought about mama, and his cock, and what they did, and what she had engineered for him with the doctor, he got a better idea of his mother as a human being. Someone who, although she was different from other women, was certainly very much like them. And had a right to be.
This made him think of his sister, and he was swept with a deep, warm wave of affection for Aggie. Some guy would fuck her some day, if it hadn't already happened. It was woman's destiny, to be fucked. He felt no jealousy toward the hypothetical fucker of his sister, but a deep and sincere wish that she would get someone nice, someone who would take care to see that she enjoyed it.
Thirty-six years after the fact, falling off to sleep in the upstairs bedroom of an old and good friend, Frank Bond thought of the legacy his mother had left him-the need to be decent to women, to be considerate of women. To see that, in all his dealings with them, he treated them as he would wish to be treated.
It did a lot to ease any pang of regret he might have had over Melissa. Hadn't she, herself, said she'd rather give it to him than to some capering lout from school? Or had he had that thought? Or Millie. It could have been Millie. But he could sleep with untroubled mind, because he had treated them right. Millie and Melissa. It was something he had gotten from his mother.
And his sister.
CHAPTER SIX
Sometime during the night, Frank woke up. For the first time in many years, he woke up in the middle of the night and felt good. Just plain old good. Not wanting anything, not feeling any hunger for food, or sex, or anything else. He knew a word for this feeling. He was replete. He was contented, too. He thought he heard someone stirring in Melissa's bedroom, but he didn't get up. He felt his cock swelling warmly, thinking of the fantastic sexual capacities of the girl and her mother. He wondered if any unfucked girl had ever developed such a love for sex, such innate knowledge of what to do with her cunt, her lips, her tongue, as Melissa had.
He knew that his nuts had filled up again. It was his greatest gift from God, that his sexual stamina was so outstanding. Among people who knew him, he was a legend. And he knew that part of it, perhaps the larger part of the gift, was mental.
He lay comfortably, warm and happy, and drifted back off to sleep. It was but the first of many such nights he would have as a member of Millie Carr's household.
He had a delightful awakening. It had been a warm night, and he had not bothered to put on pajamas after Millie had kissed him goodnight and gone downstairs. Also, he had tossed the covers off. The afternoon and evening of the day before, and his sleepy travels along sweet memory's byways had warmed him, so that his big cock rose straight up from its thick bush of dark pubic hair. Nothing but a piss hard-on, of course, but lovely to a young girl.
Melissa tiptoed in. "Wake up your Uncle Frank," her mother had called up to her. "Tell him to shake it up, breakfast is about done." So here she was, her young heart beating, as she stood in Frank's door and saw that marvelous peter.
She was so stealthy and easy as she bent over him, her sweet mouth making a big "O" as she gently went down on the hard organ, that the man did not stir. In his sleep, in his dream, he knew that something wonderful was happening to his big organ. But he did not wake up. And it felt so good to Melissa, and tasted so wonderful, that she lifted one of his hands and stroked it into the deep crease of her ass, where her hot young cunt was squeezing out a rich flow of her cum juices.
But she didn't have the heart to continue, to make the man cum without knowing what did it. Instead, she softly moved on to the bed, got above the sleeping man's loins as he had taught her the night before, and reached back to slide his hard cock into her fuck hole, wiggling her sweetly rounded butt as it went in, making it easier to separate the tight walls of her vagina by slicking it freely with her cuntal lubricant. It was so good, so wonderful, and so much slicker than last night that Melissa was on the ragged edge of cumming when Frank opened his eyes.
He came fully awake in a flash, as old firemen always do, and his cock, if not himself, had known what was going on for some time. So that, in a flash, he had his hands on the girl's slim waist, squeezing down on her big, softly muscular hips, shoving her tight, steaming hot cunt down as he thrust up.
It was a moment of brilliant lust for both of them. All men know that an erection caused from a full bladder may sometimes fall, but that rare feeling in cock nerves can produce a deep, sharp pleasure of the utmost intensity as the trigger in the penis goes SNAP! and the heavy load comes gushing up the tubes and out the nerve-taut head.
And the young girl, bursting with fuck-power, thrilled by the knowledge of her ability to take a man's big cock into her stretchy little pussy, felt as if she were opening into a huge, raw-red cunt, and that all of it was dumping her heat and her juice onto this big prick that was hurting her with such incredible pleasure.
As she began to cum, Melissa fell forward on her "uncle," choking with the lust of feeling his jism shoot into her in mighty jets. To keep her screams from being heard downstairs, the girl buried her open mouth on Frank's neck, muffling her cries and giving the man a new sense of closeness. He had his hands on Melissa's plump ass, squeezing it until she had a new joy of fire in her belly, and she raised her chest so that she could stuff her tits under her, to mash them against the man's chest.
When every throb was gone from Frank's prick, and the last flutter had stilled in Melissa's eager twat, the girl, her face rosy, kissed her lover and rolled off him. She stood by his bed for a minute, her feet apart, her knees bent, and held her soft-lipped pussy open, her mouth drooling for the tastiness of the thick jism that was oozing out and down her thighs.
"Bet you wish you were a contortionist," Frank teased, and the young girl, her eyes bright, dropped to her knees and lipped his cock, which was smeared with her juice and his. She sucked and licked, then raised her bright face to say: "Mama sent me in here to wake you up. And to say that breakfast's nearly ready."
She stood up, eyeing Frank with a little smile, and scooped some of his thick seed up from where it was still warm on her thighs and around her fuck hole. As she ate it off her fingers, grinning at him, she said, "Some day when mom's not here, you can shoot it on my cereal. OOOOOHHHH! It's so rich!"
Frank sat up and pinched the girl's inviting rump. "Your mom didn't tell you to get dressed, too, did she?" he asked. "Do you usually eat bare-assed naked?"
He dressed without haste, but quickly, and went downstairs to where Millie was flipping pancakes. Bacon and eggs were in a platter warming on a stove shelf, and he ran his hand between the cheeks of her ass as he kissed her good morning. Too bad he couldn't tell her about his awakening by little Melissa. It had been so great, a delight to share. But not now, he figured. Not yet. And maybe, not ever. In spite of what Millie had said last night.
And, when Melissa joined them, she was as circumspect as her mother and Frank. Cool. But her heart was full with the knowledge of what she had accomplished.
After the meal, Millie said, "I go in early today. My hours are sort of screwy. Tuesday and Thursday I work until ten at night, or did I already tell you? But Mel's a good little cook, and she can fix you whatever you want. Maybe I'll come home for dinner now and then. But those are my good housework days, because I don't go to the store until three o'clock."
"That's a rough shift," Frank said mildly. "But Mel and I will make out."
Melissa began to laugh. "Oh, Uncle Frank," she gasped, "do you know what you just said? Do you know what 'we'll make out' means?"
Frank grinned. "Of course I do. Isn't that what we'll do while your mother's working? Make out? And listen, baby, if you've got a couple of girlfriends as good looking as you, bring 'em home-we can all make out!"
He wound up driving the girl to school, because they all fooled around too much, laughing and talking, and this was one of Millie's early days at the drug store. The girl had her hand in his crotch as soon as they pulled away from her driveway, her face mischievous.
"You're cool," she said warmly, feeling his cock, "I thought I'd die when you said you knew what it means to make out, and proved you know. Wow! Hey, take a long way to school, and let me suck him a little."
"No way, baby," Frank replied. "You've had it once today, and that may be all. Remember, I've got some limits."
"I heard Opal Crandall-you know her? At the store where mom works? Two years ago, when I was just a little kid, I heard her say you could go oftener and longer and harder than any three men in Condon County. Most guys can go a couple of times in a day, I mean. That means you can screw six times a day, doesn't it?"
They were nearing the school, passing kids in twos and threes.
Frank laughed. "See that girl in the white blouse and the red skirt?" he asked. "Bring her home, and get her naked, and maybe with both of you working on me, we might get it up again. Or that tall kid in the pink dress, the blonde."
"Pooh, that's only old Lola Todd and Mindy Lowensteen. They're nothing! You ought to see my pals, Gert Hansen and Sara Gross. You want somebody tall, Gert's nearly a head taller'n me, and boy, has she ever got the boobs! Wow!"
The young girl subsided, thinking she had been overly, childishly exuberant, but she continued to finger Frank's cock under the soft fabric of his slacks, and she grinned as he reached under her dress, between her legs, and shoved at her young pussy.
They stopped in the shade of an old, very large hackberry tree, just at the wide entrance to the school. There were other cars in the street, letting kids out, and Melissa, her voice excited, said: "Look, Unk! See the blonde in the light blue T-shirt? And the tan pants? That's Gert. Over there, by the school bus!"
The girl was gone, almost as Frank looked up, but he had the impression of incredibly beautiful breasts, perhaps not as large as Melissa's or Millie's, but long and full, showing so plainly in the light knit shirt. And he had seen her body as she vanished around the end of the bus, the tightly fitting pants stretched over an ass of such beauty that it made his chops ache with the desire to part those ass-cheeks and eat everything he found there. But he only smiled.
"Very neat," he said, "for a kid. But I'm a little scared of stuff that young. Out West, they call it jail bait. Around here, it's undertaker bait. I don't want some angry daddy shooting me."
Melissa laughed. "Yeah, yeah," she scoffed. "But if that's true, how come your old peter sort of swelled up when you saw Gert? And wait 'til you see Sara. She's even better." She reached her face upland kissed him. "G'bye, Unk," she said cheerily. "See you at the house. But mom gets home early today, you know."
The tall man was really stirred by the promise in the young girl's boldness. "Some kid," he said aloud, driving back toward the center of town. "Like Aggie, once she got started. But hell, Aggie was sixteen, and Melissa's only twelve." He laughed softly, then shrugged. "Things have changed, I guess," he said. "Especially girls."
He found a place to park behind old Doc Bede's drug store, and went in through the side door. He saw Millie, working behind the prescription counter, and was proud for her that Doc had such confidence in her. Someone said: "Hi!" and slipped a bare arm around him, and he turned to look directly at Opal Crandall, a dark woman of Millie's age, with amazingly blue eyes.
He hugged her, feeling how solid she was, with her big hips and her big, firm breasts, which came against him.
"Good to see you, Opal baby," he said, brushing her cheek with his lips, letting his hand go down to squeeze her ass.
The woman laughed and patted him on his rear. "Nice guy, Frank," she said. "Always were. Hear you're boarding at Millie's. Good for you! She's a hell of a woman, and she needs a man around the house. It's a damned insecure feeling, being by yourself."
"How about you, Opal?" he asked. "You married again?"
The handsome woman shrugged and smiled. "No, but I do all right. You could come by some time, if you feel like it. You know where I live. And my phone number."
He stood alone as the black-haired woman moved behind a counter to wait on a customer, and Frank smiled. She was like the doctor, six or eight years ago, he mused. Same build, same coloring. And the same wonderful pussy, the same violent need to be fucked.
It made him think of Aggie, too, and when he thought of her, his mind moved naturally around to young Melissa. So much like his sister Agnes had been. The soft, generous curves, the long, fine hair on her fat little pussy.
He went over to where Millie was standing, watching him with a soft, warm smile. He held her hand for a moment, then said: "I stopped by to tell you I may be late getting home. Cap told me he knew some guys who want their cars tuned, really tuned. Not that I need the bucks all that bad, but I'm like you-my pension's not quite enough."
"You didn't have to tell me, baby," Millie said. "Don't you ever feel you have to check in-or out-with me, or I'll throw you out of the joint, hear?" Her voice was matter-of-fact, but there were tears in her eyes. "You're so sweet, Frankie," she whispered. "Come back here a minute, behind the partition."
He cleared his throat. "Gee, yes, Millie, I'd like to see the new counter," he said aloud, grinning as he stepped back into the privacy where Doc Bede made up the 'scripts.
He held out his arms, and Millie came into them, her face up, her mouth open. As they kissed, she pulled his hand around behind her and pulled her skirt. His hand went naturally into her flowing cunt, and she wiggled on his fingers. When they parted, both were panting, and Frank said: "God, Mil, you make me feel like a schoolboy."
She held on to his dick, which was swollen almost hard, and laughed. "My daughter's the schoolgirl. Are you going to make out with her? Like you promised me you would?"
She kissed him again, and the way her lips clung to his reminded him of how her cunt flesh had clung to his thigh last night. Or to his cock.
"Sonofabitch," he said helplessly. "I never will understand women, I guess. Thirty years ago, if a guy my age banged a kid twelve-or even acted like he wanted to-he'd have been hung. And her mama would have pulled on the rope." He put his fingers up to his nose and lips, sniffing, grinning at Millie as she colored, and said: "Has Mel got this much juice? This much flavor?"
"Ugh!" she exclaimed. "You nasty old man!" But her laughter was clear and sweet. "I never, ever thought I'd want some man to screw my baby girl. And maybe I don't want it now."
He put his arm over her shoulders, torn by doubts inside. It was tough titty, a decision like he'd made. Fucking a twelve year old. But she'd begged him to, she'd thrown herself all over him. In fact, that entire act, yesterday afternoon, seemed faked, now that he thought about it.
He had brought some of his personal stuff to his new home. Just a suitcase and his toolbox, which he'd left at the motel. Millie had given him a key to the back door, and he'd gone in, feeling relaxed and good, glad to be in this warm atmosphere.
The first thing he'd done was set his toolbox down and shout: "Hello! Anybody home?" It had been a good, roof-raising shout. Anyone in the house would almost have had to hear it. And the next thing was to make a little coffee. He had seldom felt better in his life. In the early September heat, the big old kitchen was warm and cozy. He took off his shoes. The feeling of being at home warmed him, and he wiggled his toes, thinking of this meeting with Millie. And that strange, warm greeting from the kid. God, what those tits had felt like, boring into his chest!
"If she's as hot as her mama," he murmured with a grin, "she's going to be too much for one guy to handle."
But, as he was pouring his coffee, he got a mild shock. Somewhere in the house, water was pouring out. He could tell by the drone of the pipes in the kitchen, and he tiptoed through the hall to see what it could be, his bare feet moving silently on the old hardwood floor of the hall.
He thought of it now, holding Millie lightly against him. He was still fighting guilt, and both his mother and the doctor had tried to uproot that weakness from him before his mother died. What he had seen was too much for him.
Melissa-and wasn't she home from school rather early?-was in the downstairs bathroom, and she had just stepped out of the shower. She had a big towel draped over her softly swelling body and, as he watched, the girl raised her left arm in casual grace, apparently looking at the armpit in the mirror. Or smelling to see if the shower had removed any trace of that lovely, grown-up armpit smell.
Whatever her reason, the towel had dropped, and one of her big, firm breasts swung into view, its weight making it move slowly as Melissa bent to pick up the towel.
Frank had stood in the shadows in the hall, watching the girl walk up the stairs, her generously sculptured young butt moving its plump globes against each other in a warm rhythm. Between her thighs, between her softly molded ass-cheeks, he could see the long, wavy, light brown hair from her fat cunt lips. And that was the moment when he had decided to take the upstairs room. And to fuck the girl, no matter what it might cost him.
He squeezed Millie again and moved away, toward the side door of the drug store. She said: "Call me if you want anything special for dinner," and made a kissing motion with her lips.
She was lovely, and she was as hot a piece of ass as he had ever known or had. But he still had thoughts about her daughter.
Thoughts of how she had waited until he was in his room, apparently aware of every move he made. Probably a peephole in the bathroom door. When he was almost naked, down to his shorts, she had run in, crying, "Oh, Uncle Frank, I'm so scared!" And not a damn stitch on except for some see-through panties.
He got in his car, smiling at the wiles of a young kid. "She worked me pretty good," he said half aloud. "Showing me those titties, swearing she had a lump in both of them. Telling me she'd heard that if someone sucked them, the lumps would go away."
He drove slowly back in the general direction of the fire station. He had gotten a hard-on that was making him uncomfortable. Those big, throbbing pillows of flesh! On such a young kid! And those nipples, they'd been hard and creased and deep red from Melissa's hot blood pumping through them.
Well, he had let her con him, for sure, but who gave a damn? The sight and the warm feel of that young kid's lush body would have given an uncontrollable hard-on to a marble statue. He laughed at himself. "I actually argued with her," he muttered. "What a crock of shit! Hell, I knew I was going to fuck her when I first saw her, yesterday morning."
He thought of the way she had smelled and tasted, the sweetness of her shell-pink cunt flesh as he had burrowed into it, coming in under her thigh, his cock under her arm. And the way she had moaned as he sucked on her soft, firm young breasts.
"I guess I'd forgotten how much young girls need to learn, how deeply they need sex, and someone to love," he said to himself.
He passed the old concrete tunnel that went under the railroad tracks, the old South Loop roadway that led to the section where he had lived as a boy. There were reminders all around him of his old life, but they did not hurt, Sure, his mother had died, and sooner than Doctor Hardosky had expected, but he had his great year with her, trying to help her under the doctor's orders. But being helped, immeasurably, himself. He had tears in his eyes, thinking of his mother. And of how Agnes had been. How good she had been to him, when neither of them knew anything, really, about sex. Except that they loved each other.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Anyhow, Buzz, this house is ours," Aggie had whispered brokenly as they held each other in fierce sibling love. "And there's money enough to last us a long time. Doctor Rachel told me so. And Cousin Phil."
They had just come home from the funeral. It seemed wicked, somehow, for him to be alive and for mama to be dead, Frankie felt. But this cruel wave of bleakness passed at once. "Mama did so much for me-for all of us," the man in the car whispered, thirty-five years later, sitting with his head down on the steering wheel of his car. "And the doctor did, too. 'Never feel guilt, Frankie,' she said. 'Talk to someone at once. Tell them how you feel, all of it. Get it off your mind, out in the open. You'll see how silly it is.' Oh, Mom, you made my life worthwhile. Even after you were gone from us!"
That warm day, when life had seemed so chill and empty, had suddenly changed. For he had spoken up at once, just like mama said. Maybe it was Aggie's use of his baby nickname, Buzz. Or a natural reaction from the warmth and reassuring strength of her young arms, the feel of her breasts against him. The abundant, warm, resilient titties he had peeped at for so long. And still did, even when he was giving mom his cream three times a day. Only now, he didn't have to peep at Aggie's naked tits and jerk off any more. And still wouldn't, even now that mom was dead and gone. But still, he had this guilt to exorcise.
"Oh, Sis," the fourteen-year-old boy sobbed, "I just felt the stupidest, the most terrible guilt. Just because mom's dead, and I'm alive. And she said I should never feel guilty. About anything. Did she talk to you about it?" He felt better, the instant he got the words out of his mouth. And he felt a surge of confidence about life, and Aggie, and the days to come.
His sister kissed him. Not like mom did, on the back of his neck. Mom had been so careful. "Whatever bug I've got, baby," she had said, "I don't intend that you should get it."
But the doctor, on those rare occasions when she couldn't stand to see him shooting his fuck juice into mama's needful mouth, she kissed him. And how! And made "French kissing," that secret, mysterious adventure that all the kids talked about, a very real and very wonderful thing for the growing boy.
He clung to his sister, although he was, actually, taller than she, and held her close to him, his heart suddenly starting to beat harder. The way it did when he took his pants and shorts off, and got in bed with mom, whose soft hand seemed to know exactly how to stroke his aroused cock.
And Aggie, mentally squaring her shoulders, said in his ear: "Mom told me what I'd have to do for you, Buzzie. You know, that thing you've been doing for her?" She blushed and made a small, nervous sound of eagerness. "She said it would be all right for us to do it. Any time, and any way."
Her voice was so low that he could barely hear what Aggie was saying, but he knew it was all a part of the legacy, the love, that mama had had for both of them. Only a few days ago-she had remained lucid and cheerful right up to the time the doctor had taken her away to the hospital-his mother had held his hand, looking from him to the doctor, smiling.
"You've done all you could for me, Frankie," mom had said. "You know I'm going away from you. But Rachel-Doctor Hardosky-and I have got to see you're taken care of. Like you've taken care of me." Her voice trembled, and the doctor spoke.
"Your mother means that, now that you've gotten used to regular sex, sex on ... well, a sort of full-time basis, it would be a shock to your system to go without."
"To go back to jerking off, Rachel," Mom had said, smiling. "He's a big boy. Speak plainly to him. I've already talked to Agnes. She understands. She's willing."
"Willing!" The doctor's laugh was more of a snort. "With a big lovely thing like this," and the woman had rubbed at Frank's cock, "she ought to be the happiest girl alive! Oh, Julia, excuse me! I'm just wrought up."
"I know, dear old friend," Mama answered. "Anyhow, Frankie, I think you understand. Agnes will give you what you need. Always. She's always been like a mother to you."
So, on this day of final bereavement, when he and his warm, well built sister faced each other in their own house, they both knew what they were going to do.
So, just as he had done with mama, three times a day for a year, Frankie reached between a pair of feminine thighs, feeling their exciting warmth and silken smoothness, the way they came together at her cunt, their thrilling dampness where the warm day had made his sister sweat in that warmest place outside a girl's body.
And Aggie, stirred by an excitement that was, at least in part, a natural terror of losing herself to another human -even if it was her brother-moaned in an agony of anticipation and fear, letting her warmly rounded body collapse on the bed.
"Come on, sis," Frank whispered, suddenly aware that his cock was hard and ready. "Aren't you going to undress? It's more fun when you're undressed. See," he cried, trying to project gaiety instead of his own nervousness, "I'll take off my clothes, too!"
For some reason, it restored Aggie's feeling of being older, of being responsible, and she hugged him around the hips, her face right against the hard lump in his best slacks.
"You silly!" she murmured affectionately. "Of course I'll get undressed. We both will! Oh, Buzzie!" and her voice was vibrant. "I always wondered what it would be like to do these things! And now, you're going to show me. Mama said I would be helping you, but I'll tell you something, I'm such a dummy about it, it'll really be you helping me!"
When they had helped each other get naked, Frank's cock was harder, he believed, than it had ever been before. Here, at last, in reach of his eager hands, close up to his brightly alert eyes, were the wonderful female goodies he had had on his mind since he was able to remember. Long before he could shoot sperm out of his hard little tool, he had watched his sister undress, bathe, inspect her nipples, caress her body-yes, and stick her fingers, or a cucumber up her twat. And now, here she was. Ready and willing and loving.
It would have been hard to get started, since mama and the doctor had always seemed to be in charge, but actually, it was Agnes' curiosity about the taste of a boy's prick that made everything easy. That, and her overwhelming desire to complete this first act of comfort and concern for her brother.
She looked solemn and embarrassed, dressed in nothing but her warm, silken smooth skin, but she simply pushed Frankie backward on the bed and lay down next to him, her soft, girlish hand on his cock. Making her squirm inside, making her boobies ache and swell.
She looked at his peter closely, afraid to look her brother in the face, and slowly jacked the thick, soft skin down so that the red head of it was completely uncovered. And she learned something strange and stirring-a boy's cock smelled almost exactly the way her pussy smelled on a warm day. Or on any other day, for that matter. After all, a girl's pussy was always warm inside.
Unconsciously, she sucked in her lips and cheeks, feeling spit flood her mouth, and she swallowed once, then ran her pointed pink tongue around her lips. Then, as if she had done it a hundred times before, she opened her lips wide to take the throbbing cockhead in her mouth, sticking out her tongue so that the underside of Frank's peter could travel over its slickness as it went down her throat.
She could not help it that her young body writhed in a spasm of sensuality achieved. A spasm of itching nerves, sensitive membranes, softly closing muscles in her twat. I can't believe how good it taste, the girl thought. You think a cock ought to be nasty. But instead, it taste like heaven! So clean! And rich, like my pussy!
She felt her ass cheeks being parted, and jumped as Frank's face pressed into that moistly humid crack. That was nasty!
Frank felt his sister's innocently voluptuous body go tense, but he got his fingers into the slippery cluster of cunt lips, opening them, and was able to touch them with his tongue. Her ass was so beautiful! Its globes were so round and smooth, and just the right proportion for the width of her hips, the size of her thighs! And she had as much hair as mama. Almost as much as the doctor. Hair between her fuck hole and her cute pinky-brown asshole. Growing close to the smooth skin, skin that was darker in color than the milky white skin just beyond it. He kissed deeper and harder, and worked his fingers in deeper, too, and he felt the warm body relax.
It relaxed because Frank's smooth, boyish cheeks felt so warm and nice in that sensitive valley between Agnes' ass-globes. And Frank's warm breath, coming deeper and faster, brought a new feeling of beauty and desire to the girl's cunt. Like he was kissing it. And she knew he probably was kissing it. She had seen him do this with mama, and she had promised mama she would do anything that Buzzie wanted. Not that this was hard to do. It just felt so sort of loose and loving and hot, setting her up for a cum. And by the heat and size of the knot growing in her belly, it would be the biggest cum she ever had. And all the time, she was having the joy of running her tongue over and around her brother's rigid, throbbing dick, feeling the satiny smoothness of the head, licking along the cord under it, finding little, soft morsels of some kind of goodness such as concealed in her twat.
She had her eyes open, watching Frankie's balls seem to grow closer to his hard pole. The skin was so wrinkled now, and seemed to be drawing his nuts closer to him. She felt his fingers-or was it his tongue?-go deeper into her, and she burned inside with an uncontrollable desire to shoot her orgasm, in all its power and heat and juice, out of the tightness of her young cunt. And now, she felt it start, in a wild way which unfocused her attention, making her a sexual robot for the moment.
For her beloved little brother's cock had suddenly throbbed its way to immense size, nearly choking her, and she could hear him grunt as he tried to shove it clear down to her stomach. There was a flooding of hot slickness in her mouth, while at the same time she was torn by the burning joy of a big cum in her twat.
Baby-sitters know about hard-ons. But on little boys. Girls of twelve often know what a spurting cock in full ejaculation looks like. And Agnes was sixteen. But she had always been a sober, shy child. And for this past two years, she had been tied down to a responsibility few girls her age ever know. Taking care of a bed-ridden mother, a brother two years younger.
But still, somehow, she knew what was happening. And she had been dying for it to happen, even when the very thought made her deathly afraid. Because, like most girls, she wondered if she were able to handle herself right, if she could take care of a boy this way. And now, with her throat seeming to expand to let the soft head and the hard column push past that narrow place that hurt, and slide down into her gullet, she was triumphantly finding out. She could do it! She could suck her brother as mama had told her to.
Now that this anxiety was past, and she could enjoy the feel of the cock in her mouth, the rich slickness of the thick semen on her tongue and taste buds, she could also quiver and thrash to the brilliantly intense pleasure of her pounding cunt. It was beautiful, it was shaking her body and twisting her guts. I just wish mama had told me how marvelous it would be for me, Agnes thought, feeling her butt, her thighs, her pussy all moving in much the same way her head was moving on Frankie's sweet little peter. Only it wasn't little. It was big. And very suddenly, Agnes felt a brand-new tongue of flames licking inside her, a hot rush of need in the tender dark up inside her cunt.
To have her brother's prick inside her! To have it stuff her, crowd her with its size, to hit the aching sides and desirous bottom of her fuck sheath. And, as she pictured it, as she imagined the deep satisfaction of having her tight, hot hole filled with hard peter meat, it made her swing and flip and smash her butt up and down, rubbing her cunt of Frankie's face, or his fingers, or whatever it was that felt so good.
And, all during this time of heat and bursting tenderness and throbbing climax, she clung to her brother's hard young prick, still erect and big with its charge of hot blood. It felt marvelous to Frankie, too, and he had that, disloyal as it might seem, he was going to enjoy Aggie so much that it would relieve a lot of his pain at losing his mother.
More than a third of a century removed from that hot afternoon, the grown man in the parked car remembered all of it in detail.
"We had a lot of guts," he whispered. "For a couple of ignorant, scared kids. Thank you, Aggie! Thank you for your sweetness, your goodness!"
They owned the house. It wasn't much, really. Two-bedroom homes in pretty good neighborhoods sold for fifty-five hundred, maybe six thousand dollars. And theirs wasn't much of a neighborhood. But mama had the kind of mortgage that was insured. Her death had paid it off. So the two kids lived there, never feeling afraid. Missing their mother, naturally, but still living a good life. There was some money in the bank from another insurance policy. And Agnes got an after school job at Mygatt's Department Store.
Some nosey, busybody neighbors made a little fuss, saying it was immoral for a brother and sister to live together. Kids that age might get into all sorts of raunchy behavior if they weren't supervised.
Sitting in his car, tears in his eyes from old memories, Frank Bond remembered all of it. And that first afternoon, that sort of summed it all up.
Aggie's body was so girlishly rounded, her skin so smooth and soft. He lay looking into her cunt, now popped open from expended lust. Her inner lips were swollen and red from high heat and from his fingering and sucking. The juice that flowed from them and from Aggie's tenderly tight little fuck hole was thick and clear. He had stirred it to bubbles, and the thick, rich goo lay like wet varnish on the purple-pink slickness of her petalled twat.
The hairs around it were crisply curled, and some of them had been pressed down into that sweetly slimy pit, so they were darker, matted together, and stuck down to the fat lips.
On her firm, plump thighs there was a film of delicately scented sweat. Frank had licked up some of that as he had explored Aggie's entire cuntal area with his tongue. Her big fat orgasm had relaxed her, so that her vaginal entrance now hung open slightly, and its flesh, in the clear light of afternoon, gleamed a neon red.
The rich juice from it was drooling down into the dark between her smooth, firm ass-cheeks, and, as Frankie looked, loving the mere fact that it was a cunt, and that it was his, his cock gave a strong, manly throb.
The kids had twisted so that their bodies touched here and there. His prick happened to be resting on one of Aggie's big, soft titties as he held her thighs open and looked deep into her pussy and all around it.
Her breasts ached and tingled with the languorous sensuality that follows a giant cum. They felt bigger, heavier, and Agnes remembered, with a shock of excitement, how big mama's breasts had looked after little Buzzie had exploded his semen in her mouth. Mama must have cum, too, and then Agnes felt silly-of course mama had cum, and why not, sucking Buzzie off, and him eating her pussy at the same time. It made the girl feel very grown up, an admitted sister in the great sorority of sex. But it made her want that prick inside of her, even more.
She thrust her open pussy up toward Frank's mouth. He was very close to it, sniffing the richly charged air, getting the gut-tightening, throat clogging fragrance all through his enjoyment nerves. As Agnes humped up, her eager brother went down, and his lips slipped over her clitoris and down the slick, red-veined area just above the thick inner lips.
He now leaned over it, his cock enjoying the smoothness and soft warmth of Aggie's boob, and held her cunt open while he licked and sniffed and sucked. All of her body seemed as soft and slick as the skin between her thighs, or even the membrane of her cunt lips. All the aromas that make a healthy girl attractive to a hot and healthy boy were his to savor-the sweetly haired young armpits, the delightful rankness that rises from a sweetly perspiring ass, the rich muskiness of steaming hot pussy.
In a homely frenzy of lust and love, Frank thrust his face between Aggie's thighs, and this time his cock gave a most promising throb against the living, heated sensitivity of her breast.
She held his balls in her hand, gently squeezing them, and raised her face so she could kiss him in the crease of his buttocks, as he had kissed her. She felt she owed it to him, and it took some courage. But, to her surprise, she found that it was not bad at all, that it seemed sweetly wholesome, a thing that any sister and brother might share. She even licked in the sweaty creases under Frank's lean buttocks, and held him as he squirmed in joy.
"Come around up here, Buzzie," she whispered, afraid to trust her voice. "Come and kiss me. Like the doctor told me you would."
The boy, panting now from new heat, threw himself on Agnes' richly formed young titties, pulling back to look into her eyes, reassuring himself that this was, indeed, okay. Just as mama said. Jeez-uss! Okay to fuck your sister! Wow and wow-ee! But that's what they had said.
So he tried out his newly learned lessons in French-kissing on Aggie, and he was amazed at her response.
Her strong, perspiration-slicked young body humped and moved against him, and her hand went to his dick, now growing fatter and harder by the minute. She moaned around his tongue, and her mouth sucked on it as if it were his prick.
When he let her go, her eyes were shining, and she said: "Now I want you to do the other thing to me, into my, uh, me. To stick it into you-know-what."
The boy was only fourteen, but he felt superior, bold, able to lift his sister to his level. He was not like a teenager as he lifted her upper body from the bed, holding her against him with his powerful young arms.
He pulled one of her big, softly firm breasts out to a point, proud of the way Agnes responded, her body stiffening out, her face intent as she moaned in acquiescent passion.
"Don't talk that sissy way, Aggie," he said. "We're on our own. Mama wanted us to be that way. To grow up. This is your pussy, baby." And he pressed his hand into her flowing split. "Or your cunt. I like to call it your cunt. And sure, I'll 'stick it in you,' as you say. But you and I are going to fuck. You're going to fuck me, I'm going to fuck you."
He kissed her very hard, his tongue curling warmly into her mouth, and she put her strong arm over his shoulder, pulling herself against him so that her nipples pressed into her brother's chest.
When she let go, she whispered: "Whatever you want to call it, let's do it! Oh, Buzzie, dear, I want you to stick it in my cunt. I want you to fuck me!"
She held his hard dick in both hands as he knelt between her warm thighs, and she hunched her cunt up as she pulled his prick into her split. It was slick with her outpouring juice, warm from her nature and the lovely cum she had had as he had sucked her and finger-fucked her.
Looking back on it as he sat in his car, the middle-aged man smiled. "I've often thought of you, Aggie baby," he whispered. "I thought of you last night. And today. Of how hot you were, how slick your beautiful little cunt was with your juices."
For many years, reflecting on how easily he had gotten into his sister's hot, slick cunt, Frank had thought of her as not being very tight. But today, in thinking about Melissa and how it had been a struggle for both of them to get his dick into her, it had come to him all in a rush. And it had made him ashamed of what he had thought about Agnes.
"My cock was small, baby," he muttered, an apology made after thirty-six years.
Yes, he had gone in easy. But, oh, how marvelous it felt to him! He remembered the feel of her smoothly rounded belly on his, the warmth and smoothness of her skin, the luscious film of girl-sweat that made their bellies cup together. And, all the while, the scent from her clean, healthy, hot young pussy.
Once she had guided it in, she lay still for a minute of two, letting Frankie fuck into her, not at all sure of what she should do. It felt marvelous, although it felt bigger inside her than it had looked. She had always picked out the smallest cucumbers, afraid she would hurt herself with anything larger. And the cokes, as well as most anything else she had used to bring herself to a cum, she had always soaked in hot water to bring them up to her body temperature. And the soaking had made them somewhat limp. But Buzzie's pretty cock was hard! OOOOHHH! How it jarred her when it hit something inside her.
"You're so big, Frankie, darling," she whispered in his ear as he worked it in and out. "Does it feel good to you, Buzzie? Am I doing it right?"
He was in such an excess of triumph that he was able to speak honestly. "You have to fuck, too," he said. "You did it on my finger. You squeezed your pussy on me. And it worked around on my tongue, too. Try to squeeze down on my peter."
For a moment, the girl was hurt and angry, so much so that she humped her body up, trying to throw him off her belly, to uncunt him. But she forget that she had her arms around his neck. As a result, she found herself doing exactly what he had asked. She was fucking him, not just being fucked, and it gave her a deep sense of female pride. More, it gave her a deeper, more penetrating feel of his cock. More friction. More joy.
And suddenly, her young cunt, enjoying this natural action, brought to new heat and pleasure, playfully nipped at the intruding prick, wrapping it in slick, strong muscles.
He pulled his face back from hers, smiling like an angel, and excitedly said: "Oh, baby! You did that so great! Oh, sis, you're so sweet to me! So good!"
He began to kiss her on the eyes, on the cheeks, in the ticklish places along her smooth neck, and the taste of her sweat, the silken feel of her girlish skin, raised him to new heights. His arms clasped his sister's body, and they pushed her big, softly molded breasts up between them. His chest mashed them against her, and in her heat, the pressure awoke a network of happily tingling nerves in those tender titties.
"Thank you, Buzzie," Agnes was gasping into his ear. "Thank you! We're fucking, we're fucking, we're FUCKING! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! HOLD ME, BABY! FUCK INTO ME HARD! HARD! HARD! OHHHHHHHHH! SO GOOOODD! YOU'RE GETTING IT! YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO GOOD! BABY, BABY, BABY! OH, GOD, BUZZIE, FUCK ME HARD! AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHH! AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!"
He was pleased as punch that he had made her cum again. A boy needs all the encouragement he can get, and especially he needs to be sure that he can fuck well.
Again and again he plunged his cock deep into Aggie's fuck sheath, feeling her tender cunt-flesh cling to his own soft-skinned, hard-cored roll of peter-meat. Both were panting hard, both were wet with their combined sweat.
Frank believed he knew what that hard thing was that his cock was ramming into. Doctor Hardosky and his mother had told him. It was the cervix, the mouth of Aggie's womb. The head of his dick was punching under it, bringing up short by the closed end of-his sister's cunt.
"It's too good, Aggie," he gasped at last. "I'm about to cum! OOOOOHHHH! WHAT A FEELING! HOLD IT! HOLD IT!"
He stopped dead still, holding his breath, trying to hold back the tide of jism that was swelling in his balls. The acute feeling of itching tension in his cock was enough to drive him crazy, it was marvelous. And he was inflamed by the thought of what mom and the doctor had done for him-to leave him with this legacy of sex, this constant source of fucking and sucking. He thought about it because it kept his inflamed mind away from the big orgasm that he was almost ready to shoot. But just then his young sister, her face tender and soft with her love for him, pulled his face down and ran her tongue into his mouth, kissing him as hard as she could. And it must have done something wonderful for her.
In his stillness, soaking his cock amongst the soft, cum-slicked folds in Aggie's pussy, he felt the young girl's cunt muscles begin a sort of slippery May-pole dance around his throbbing cock. She had thrashed and screamed through six or eight orgasms, gasping and happy, kissing him with her drooling lips. Each had been a wonderful experience for them both. But his one was the best.
In a paroxysm of love and lust, Agnes wrapped her strong legs around Frank's, holding him in her and against her, and her strong young back muscles, her thighs, her hips, all began a writhing that seemed to move them both in a stand-still dance of fuck joy.
Her cunt was slack and enlarged from so much sex, and its walls had oozed so much of her natural girl-juice that it might have been sloppy. But her muscles milked away at her brother's nerved up joint like a powerful caress, except that it went farther than any hand, however skilled, might go. From the thick base of his peter to the tip end of his blood filled cockhead, the warm, slipper grasp held him.
He began to scream as he started to cum: "AAAAIIIIEEEE! AAAAIIIEEE! BABY! BABY! AGGIE, FUCK ME! OH, MAMA, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! OH, AGGIE, FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! GIVE ME YOUR CUNT, BABY!"
The strong words fired them both to a higher degree. Just as the doctor had told Agnes, it was as much pleasure for her as it was for Frankie boy. Maybe more, the girl thought as she used up the last of her strength in a final pirouette around his spurting cock. Oh, feel that jism shoot into me! Oh, Buzzie baby!
She had her tongue buried in Frank's mouth, and she felt her body go slack all over, but she could still enjoy the wild, hot feel of his sperm shooting into her vagina. I've got to save it, she thought desperately. If it was so good for mama, it must be good for me, too.
The doctor had told her about it, when she had first gotten the news that she would have to see that poor Frankie got his nuts off three times a day. Agnes had made a face, but it was only for show. After all her years finger-fucking, of hot dates with cucumbers and slender plastic bottles, she was deeply thrilled at having a cock, a real male organ, for her very own. But she made the face because it was expected of any girl, any nice, inexperienced girl, to make a face of disgust when someone talked about taking a guy's penis in her mouth.
And the doctor had hugged her and laughed. "Little hot doll," she had whispered. "I watched you when we let you see what happened between your mother and Francis. I know you'll love it! You watched him screwing me, too. Don't lie, I know you did. But it's more than just wonderful, adventurous fun. That stuff, that white seed that shoots so warmly from your brother's testicles, is pure protein. To suck him off, to swallow his seed, is the most wholesome thing you can ever do!"
And now, fucked down to a trembling, fantastically happy blob of softly throbbing female flesh, Agnes knew that doctor had told her the truth. About it all.
And Frankie, thinking of all three of them, included his sister as being the chief of his benefactresses.
"Aggie," he whispered, resting his sweated head on her soft shoulder, on the upper slope of her warm breast, "thank you for this! Mama and Doctor Rachel did their part, but you're the one with the stuff that makes it work!"
The tall man buried in this reverie had tears in his eyes. Not tears of sadness, for he and Aggie had had everything a loving brother and sister could want. Each other. And time and privacy to enjoy their gifts.
How they had sucked and fucked! It had saved them from the chill of grief, it had lifted them above the loneliness that orphaned children almost always feel. For their mother had not only left them each other, she had also left them the freedom of mind and conscious which spared them the awesome burdens of guilt. They played like puppies, and there was never a time when they were not ready to plunge into the sensual delights that all people dream of, but few ever attain.
And to this day, Frank acknowledged what his sister had done for him. With the advice of her mother and the doctor.
It was their first night, and they were lying, warm and naked, on Frank's bed. They were happy but exhausted. And Agnes, her sweet little face soft with love, was holding her brother's cock like a popsicle, licking his jism off it.
"I could make him come up, if you want to do it some more, Frankie," the girl said. "If you've got any of that good stuff left in your balls." She giggled. "Don't be scared we'll do it too much, either. Mom and the doctor both told me you should do it as often as you can. Most men are scared to. They think it, uh, what's the word? Depletes them? Yeah, that's it."
"Frank, playing with Aggie's softly rounded butt, his fingers caressingly straying around her cunt lips, said: "It's not true?"
"No way," Aggie said firmly. "The more a man fucks, the more he wants to. And the more he can. And you know what, Buzzie? The doctor said that, if a man really gets to where he's fucked so much he can't get it to come up, he can go find a new chicken and it comes right up, no matter how tired he is."
Frankie had laughed. "Then you'll have to go find me some new chicken if I get that way, right?"
And Aggie, sucking him with renewed vigor, answered: "Right!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
There was no doubt about it, Frank Bond's daydream had given him a hard-on. He felt as he had when he and Aggie had been loving children together, his nuts swollen with a supercharge of jism, his big prick lying warm and hard along his thigh.
He wondered if he should drive by the old home, but his mind flinched from it. Instead, he went north, to the fire station, and parked in back of the building. There was a young fellow, a tall spare young man, working on one of the big Ford Pumpers, and he remembered that Cap Henshaw had introduced them yesterday. He said, "Hi," and the man answered with a smile.
In the cool of the old building, the old chief shook his hand and gave him the names and phone numbers of the men who had wanted more than just a service station tune job.
Relaxed in a world he knew so well, Frank poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down. "I see what you meant by little Melissa changing," he said good naturedly. "She's enough to make a guy trip over his own feet, looking back to check her out. Front or back."
The big gray man nodded, eyeing Frank shrewdly. "Remember, I know you, Frank," the chief said. "I figure you'll know every angle the young guys might use to get in the kid's britches. You've used them all, right? And you always loved Richie and Mildred. So you'll bust your ass to protect Melissa. How's that for reasoning?"
Frank smiled. The chief ought to know him better than that. He had a brief memory of the bright-eyed, well-stacked little chick coming into his room, glomming onto his morning hard-on, giving him a fuck as a pre-breakfast appetizer. Sure, he'd loved Richie, and sure, he loved Mildred. But what did that have to do with a man fucking their daughter? If she asked for it, that is? And set it up? For now, he knew that the child had wanted him as much as he had wanted her. And she had used her simple wiles to seduce him.
It didn't take much, he thought, smiling mentally.
"Cap," he said, looking at the old man over his coffee cup, "you know I'll do all I can to keep the hard cocks away from Mel. Even if I have to screw her myself."
He looked at his watch as he left the firehouse, and was amazed to see that it was only a bit after eleven. His excursion into the fuck-scenes of the past had covered more than a year, but must have taken less than an hour. He was headed down the street that led past Central School, and the thought that he might see Mel made his mouth fill with drool. Like mama and the doctor had told Aggie, the more a man fucked, the more he wanted. And the more he could do it.
He had more luck then he would have believed. The school was a big one for a small town, possibly a student body of over a thousand, but he spotted Mel right away. She was the hot-looking young blonde with the fantastic tits, the one in the T-shirt. They came off the school grounds and out to the curb where Frank had parked, both trotting unselfconsciously, and the man felt a new warmth in his cock as he saw their breasts rolling and swinging in perfect freedom.
He opened the door on the passenger's side and Melissa pushed the other girl in beside Frank. They were both giggling, and when Mel said: "This is Gert Hansen, Unk, and don't say I exaggerated about her boobs. Aren't they great?"
The girl flushed scarlet, but she looked Frank straight in the eye. "That's our Melissa," she said. "If there's something she can say that's outrageous, she'll say it." The girl laid a long, slim hand on Frank's thigh, looking at him with a question in her eyes.
"Mel says you and she did some interesting things yesterday, the girl said in a perfectly normal tone. "Interesting, whether or not they're true. She said you've got her mom fooled, and that you said this morning-hot damn! what she told us about this morning-that is she had friends as good looking as she is, you'd make out with them, too."
She suddenly dropped her eyes and leaned on Frank's arm. This boldness had drained her of courage, and she began to shake.
"Oh, Mel," she said reproachfully, "you made me say it! Oh, Mister Bond, I'm sorry."
He was conscious of a strong, sweet girl-smell that seemed to fill the car. Gert was wearing skin-tight pants, at least they were like skin from her rounded young belly to her knees. Her strong young thighs were apart, and she was breathing hard from the effort of trying to outdo Melissa in boldness. Frank suspected that she was hot enough to boil over, and that all she needed was a gentle push in the right direction.
He was not having trouble with his breathing, but he was just saturated with a hard excitement as the girl was, or as he might have been at her age.
He looked across the young blonde at Melissa. Gert was still leaning on his arm. He could feel her tremble, and he could feel her hot breath through his thin summer shirt. Melissa was grinning, and she formed the words: "Go on!" with her mouth.
"I don't know what Melissa told you about this morning, Gert," he said casually. "But it's probably true. Did it have something to do with sex? Did she say that she came in to my bedroom and got my cock in her pretty little mouth? Or that I fucked her? Because if she did, it's not quite true. She fucked me, not the other way 'round. And she'd better tell the truth."
He felt the girl relax and stop her shaking. He was deliberately using the same type of shock therapy that had loosened up Melissa's mother, sixteen years ago. With Millie, it had been visual, the raunchy sight of Ginny and Rich in the act of open fucking. Here, in broad daylight with witnesses all around, he could not pull out his hardening cock and shake it at the child. So he brandished word at her, the sweet, shock-loaded, tabooed words of lust.
He put his arm all the way around the young girl and brought his big hand up, closing it over one of her full, firm breasts. It had a warmth that glowed in his hand through the fine knit fabric of her T-shirt, and the long, thick nipples were as hard as bullets.
He had been right about the girl's heat, and about torching it into flame with his lovingly brutal use of fuck-words, blasting her out of her superficial aplomb. She felt a shuddering sweep of heat spread from her crotch, thrilled to the strength and the power of this man who so boldly handled her sensitized breast, and slid a bit lower in the seat, her softly divided young ass warmed by the slick ooze which was leaking from between her compressed cunt lips.
Some instinct seemed to illumine all of them. Melissa said, in a breathless whisper: "We can split if you want to, Uncle Frank. All we have is study hall, Phys Ed, and history this afternoon. And I can handle the history teacher."
She got her arm around her friend, under Frank's grip, and shook her. "Is that what you'd like, Gert? Want to go home with us and see if I'm a liar?" She sniffed hard and then giggled. "I sure as hell smell pussy perfume," she said. "And not all of it's me. Say it, Gert. What do you want to do? Have some fun, or go in and sit in your own pussy juice all afternoon?"
The girl, whose blushing face was still against Frank's shoulder, nodded violently without looking up, and Mel said: "Hold it."
She quickly got out of the car and ran to where a young teacher stood by the big gate to the campus. She talked briefly, her young face serious and concerned, and then came leaping back with Frank and her blonde friend. "Let's go," she hissed. "Gert, that was Miss Frohmann. I told her you went all giddy, and had bad cramps. That you didn't have a cunt-plug with you, and that we were taking you to my house." The girl giggled. "Of course, I didn't say 'cunt-plug' to Miss Frohmann. I said 'a tampon,' like a nice girl should."
She rocked with laughter, but Gert did not laugh with her. Instead, the young blonde alternately stared straight ahead, her hands clasped between her knees, or turned again and buried her face on Frank's chest. She was panting, the man could feel a flush of heat that came from the gorgeously slim young body next to him.
When they got to the Carr home, Frank put his arm around the lithe blonde again, squeezing one of her long, full tits, now feeling heavier with the weight of hot blood flowing into them. He held her close, then said: "Gert, this is the fork in the road. You either want to get fucked, want to suck me off, or watch Melissa suck me off, or you don't. No pressure, understand? You can stay in the car, Mel and I will run upstairs and have a quickie, and I'll drive you back to the school. It's your choice."
He felt the girl start, felt her body stiffen, and had an idea.
He now had a raging hard-on. It was straining under the tight fit of his slacks. He took one of Gert's hands, which seemed nerveless, and pressed it around the hot, hard club of meat, pressing her fingers in the same tempo as the throb of his heart.
He heard her gasp, and let go his pressure on her soft, long-fingered hand. Immediately, the girl took up where he had left off, squeezing at his hard prick in the same tempo he had shown her.
He got out of the car, winking over the blonde head at Melissa, who also got out, and stood back, holding the door open.
Gert did not hesitate. Her sweet, oval face was set in serious lines, because she felt that this was, as Frank had said, a fork in the road. And she had decided which way to go. She did not look Frank in the face, but simply marched up the back steps that led into the Carr home, and waited obediently, quietly, while the man unlocked the door and helped her in with a gentle pat on the tight seat of her well-packed pants.
When they were all three in the kitchen, and the back door had been latched again, Frank held out his arms to the blonde child with the T-shirt crammed with gorgeous titties, and the tight pants so beautifully stretched by a warm, firm ass.
She was still something of a zombie, but she came to him with her face up and her full-lipped mouth open. He could see her pink tongue coiled inside her open mouth, and as he tongued her, he thought that nothing was any sweeter than a young girl's saliva, so thick and slick, so human in its richness.
He took one hand off the girl's ass to wave at Melissa, imperceptibly moving his head and eyes toward the upstairs, and the excited girl put her arms around Gert, hands on her friend's tits, and whispered: "Come on baby! Let's get it on! Upstairs!"
Once Frank was in his bedroom, he opened his pants and let his hard cock spring out. It was so hard that it had been killing him, pressed down along his thigh, and confined by his slacks. He let out a gusty sigh and said: "Man, it's good to get this out in the open." And then he said, putting his arm over Gert's shoulders, "Hey, we've got to make Gert feel at home. This is new to her, and to tell you the truth, this exact situation is new to me, too. To have a pair of chickies like you, so hot and ready."
He put his finger under the blonde girl's chin and brought her blushing face up to look at him. "How'd you like to undress me, baby?" he asked. "You and Melissa. Just take my clothes off, do and say whatever you want, whatever you think. Like I was some big, tame animal that you two were in charge of." He swiftly ran one of his big hands between Gert's legs, bringing it up in light, warm pressure against her cunt. "I'll play so dumb that you can say anything about me, and I won't hear you."
Sex fantasies are a part of life that everyone wallows in. To a young girl, on her very first, very scary, very heavy sexual experience, in broad daylight, it was a stroke of genius for Frank to place them all in a "play-like" atmosphere. Even Melissa felt it, and she clapped her hands, grabbing Gert and giving her a big hug.
"Oh, baby!" she cried. "We've got a real live man exactly where we want him. Haven't you always wished for that? Wow? What'll we do first?"
The other girl, suddenly transported from dumb self-consciousness to a sort of little-girl freedom, dropped to her knees and took Frank's hard prick in her soft hand. "I know what I want to do," she declared. "I want to look at this big old thing real close up. OOOOOHHH! It's got some kind of a rank smell! But good!" Her voice was high and excited. "What does it smell like? I know, but I can't think what it is!"
Melissa eased herself down beside the slender, beautifully formed girl. She held Gert to her, kissing her on the cheek. When the other girl smilingly looked around, Melissa kissed her tenderly, a long time, running her strong tongue deep into the blonde's mouth, her left hand holding one of the long, heavy breasts, so unexpectedly mature on this slightly built sprite.
As Gert humped her body involuntarily toward her friend, Mel slipped her hand down to the tenderly divided cunt, partly opened by Gert's cross-legged position. Both made moaning sounds of pleasure as they kept their mouths glued together, and Frank, in full control now that he knew he would have them both, let his appreciation show in the throbbing of his hard cock.
Melissa rubbed softly in the slick folds of her friend's cunt, feeling the hot juice roll down into her palm, aware of the movement of inner muscle around her fingers. When she stopped probing in the warmly moving pussy, she drew her face away from Gert's smiling, and put her cunt-smeared hand under the blonde's nose.
"Isn't that what it smells like, baby?" she asked dreamily. "Like your sweet little pussy?" She put it to her own nose, then to her lips. "OH, BABY!" she moaned. "I know something we're going to try, before this is over!"
The Hansen girl rubbed Frank's cock across her upper lip, her eyes hot, and on the second trip across, she opened her pink-lipped mouth and boldly took the rankly savory organ in across her tongue.
She sucked hard on it, her smooth pink cheeks sunk in to prove her interest, and rolled her eyes at Melissa, who was now on her knees with her left arm around Frank's hard-muscled ass. Wonderingly, as if unable to believe all this wildness, this heat and beauty, she reached out her other hand to squeeze Gert's marvelous tits, one after the other.
As she did, the blonde let the heavy cock slip from her mouth and wiped her lips on the back of her hand.
"Jesus!" she exclaimed. "Is this ever hot fun!" She got up on her knees and fell against the man who stood above them, acting his part as if he were truly a dumb, patient animal, but he was enjoying a slow, powerful surge of sexual delight all through him.
He put one hand down and felt under Gert's chin, to turn her face more against his balls, and he thought at once how smooth this skin was, as smooth and fine as the skin between her young thighs.
He wanted to give them more scope for pleasure, so he intentionally staggered backwards, saying: "Oops!" and sat down on the bed.
He let himself go over backward, his cock sticking in the air, and pushed himself into the middle of the springy, soft mattress.
He felt the smoothness, the softness and warmth of two healthy female bodies, and lay quietly, grinning, as the two young chickies ran their hands-and their lips-over his body.
"Wow!" It was Gert Hansen's voice. "He's got a lot of hair, hasn't he? Mmmmmmm!" And she ran her face back and forth in the curly pubic hair around his cock. "He smells mighty good! A little strong, maybe, but nice."
"Have you got the guts to suck his balls?" Melissa asked. "Remember, he doesn't know what we're doing or saying. Whoo! This gives me a sort of cum cramp, right up my snatch! How about you?"
Frank could feel a delicate shudder go through the soft, warm body of the lissome blonde. "Me, too," Gert confessed. "Say would you suck his balls? That's pretty heavy!"
Frank moved as he felt a soft little hand cup his big nuts. He put out and hand and touched Melissa on one cheek of her smoothly divided rump, stroking his big finger along this moist crease, lightly touching the girl's asshole. She giggled, and worked her slippery young cunt around until his finger slipped into it.
"Look what our animal's doing," she gasped. "Stuck his big old finger right up me. Man! That feels good! OOOOOOHHHHHH! OH, GOD! IT'S GUMMING! OHHHHHHH!" She was excitedly humping up and down on the big finger that felt almost as big as her tight little cunt as the man's cock would have. She lurched in an excess of cum-pleasure, and fell against the softly yielding breasts of the blonde girl. Her eyes were closed in rapture, her mouth open, and the slender child, now feeling a powerful wave of sensuality churning in her sensitive cunt, clung to Melissa, kneading her breasts, and began to kiss her, drooling her warm, slick saliva as their tongues caressed each other.
When Melissa had groaned out the last hot flutters of her orgasm, Frank pulled them both down on him, kissing them alternately, his big, smooth hands stroking their breasts, their trembling young bellies, the insides of their smooth thighs.
He pushed Mel down on her back, rolled over on her, and went through a pantomime of fucking into her drippy young twat, which heat and relaxation had now popped open. As he knelt between her thighs, he felt something warm and wet around his balls, and looked over his shoulder.
The blonde kid was on her hands and knees, her face thrust between his thighs, and she had taken both of his big sex eggs into her mouth. She tasted the gamey savor of his sweat, and the leftovers of fuck juice that clung to the hairs around the root of his cock and balls. She was in ecstasy of heat, feeling freer and wilder than ever in her life, and her guts were churning with the reality of fuck itch deep inside her.
As the man held perfectly still, somewhat fearful that excitement might cause the inexperienced girl to bite down on this tender, most vulnerable part of his reproductive system, the girl suddenly let the big, hairy nuts pop out of her mouth and fell on her side. She was twisting and humping, her eyes closed, and her voice came out in a grunting scream: "OH, LORD GOD! OH, GOD ALMIGHTY! UNNNNNHHHHHH! UNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!"
With each grunt, her lovely body hunched as if she were fucking, and Frank, his sympathies aroused, quickly turned and dropped between Gert's opened thighs. Heat seemed to boil out of her cunt as if it were an oven, and the man plunged his mouth into the spread of cunt lips. He rooted with his nose, inhaling the gamey beauty of her flowing cunt.
He had his strong arms around her thighs, just where they joined her torso, and he held her firmly as she tried to fling her ass up and sweep it down. She was deep in orgasm, and his tongue, working in a wild flare of lust such as she had never imagined.
In her thrashing, she found herself mashed by the warm, smooth body of the other girl, tit to tit, and she clutched fiercely to hold the loving friend to her, feeling one burst of cummming after another as Frank sucked her out.
She tried to scream, and did, but her face was buried in Mel's neck. "OHHHHH! OH, MEL! OHHHHHH! HOLD ME, DARLING! HOLD ME! OH, IT'S GOOOO GOOOOOODDDDD! AAAAIIIIEEEEEE! AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE! OH, GOD! HE'S SUCKING ME, MEL! HE'S SUCKING ME! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!"
She seemed to cum for a long time, and Frank kept swallowing the richly flavored slime that ran so sweetly from between her puffed out lips. As each burst of movement and rasping screams died, he would wait perhaps fifteen seconds, then bore into the girl's squirming hole with his tongue once more.
At last the strong young body dropped to the mattress, all action stilled, and Frank found himself sucking on a cunt gone completely still, its lips warm and juicy, but lifeless.
By now, he was almost desperate for a cum, since the load building so long in his nuts was enough to knock up half the country.
As he moved to take his mouth off Gert's inert pussy, he saw the bright brown cunt hair of Melissa right at his face, parted by her thick, succulent outer lips, which were open enough to show the vein-reddened and blood-gorged inner lips, shining with their juice.
He held the girl with his big hands around the front of her thighs, his fingers pressing into the pubic hair above her split, and pulled her soft, warm rump back toward the nodding head of his cock. There was no missing the entrance, it was so slopped with girl-juice that his hard tool slipped right up the crack of slickness and the head pumped into the bubbly-pink hole, the entry to her body. Slipped in and went in deep as the girl shoved back with all her might, and he fell over sideways, dragging the warm, smooth body with him.
He was surprised that in less than two days, it was so much easier to get into the young girl's sweet-lipped fuck hole, but he knew that some of her tightness yesterday had come from nerves. And part, of course, from her virgin tenderness. Now, his entire cock went into her, and she felt the deep, satisfying jar as the hard organ banged against her womb and then hit the closed end of her vagina, stirring a sensual pain in her vitals.
And the very feel of his big cock, softly rasping the tender walls of her cunt, its size dragging the membrane tight over her quivering clitoris, brought a leaping flame all through her belly. Her mind still burned with, the vision of her friend Gert, so eagerly leaping into this aura of sex, sucking Uncle Frank's cock, shooting into sex madness as he, in turn, sucked her. Her hands tingled with the feel of the blonde girl's titties, the flavor and delight of her cunt as Mel licked her fingers after stirring Gert's pussy.
She felt whirled into a warm and different world, of being a new person, with this hard bar of meat stretching her young body, and the man's grip on her aching breasts made the probing strength of his cock all the more beautiful. And Frank, holding the young girl with calculated force, his own mind filled with the aphrodisiac pictures of both these nubile beauties, felt he must shoot his load into this tender cunt very soon. But he had an idea that he knew would please both girls, expand their horizons and their minds.
He held the warm soft body of Melissa tightly and whispered in her ear: "I'm going to roll on my back. Let your weight follow me over, and you'll love what happens."
When Mel felt herself roll with the man's body, and wound up with her soft, firm ass resting on his loins, there was, at first, a sense of loss. Somehow, there wasn't as much cock stuffed in her elastic fuck hole as there had been before. But Frank said: "Sit up on me. Get it all in you. I want to feel it all the way in, clear up to your liver."
With his strong hands, he helped her, and the resultant probe into her guts was startling, it felt so much harder and deeper than before. Tentatively, Melissa bounced up and down, looking down at her pseudo uncle's toes, feeling her butt was as broad as her mom's in this position. It was like a hard cylinder a size too big for her to take as her cunt came down on the cock. But, as she arose slightly, she felt as if the friction on her tender cunt-flesh would turn her inside out. She was within a hair of cumming, but she was not yet sure enough in this new position. Thus, she was comforted when the big man's big hands closed softly on her swollen breasts, and squeezed them hard as she let her body go back on top of him.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," the child sighed, "that felt so BIG! Your dick's so HARD! This is lovely, this way!" And she moved her ass gently from side to side, feeling his hard tool rub inside her cunt. "But I feel so open! I'm full of your peter, but still, it's like I was standing with my legs apart, holding my pussy stretched apart."
There was a short ripple of breathless laughter, and Melissa felt the warmth and wetness of a sweet pair of lips trailing up and down her taut, smooth belly.
"Oh, you two!" the gasping voice of the Hansen girl said. "Oh, my God, how hot you look! How beautiful! Oh, Jesus, kid, I can't wait until I get that marvelous thing in me! If it kills me! Wow, Mister Bond, when you sucked me under, I thought that was the greatest." Her warm hand went to his balls, and she weighed them softly in her palm, her cheek resting on Melissa's belly. "But now," she sighed, "I want this," and she moved her mouth over, below Mel's clit, and carefully licked up and down the big, hard cock that was buried in her friend's cunt flesh.
She got her lips around the giant cock, as much as she could, and sucked, running her tongue up and down the hairy base that was not inside her friend. There was a thick film of Mel's clear juice, constantly leaking out over the hard prick, and the young girl licked diligently, her heart hammering out a beat among her cuntal nerves. She was crouched beside the straining, sweating pair linked by Frank's cock, her softly muscled butt resting on her bare heels, and her throbbing cunt was enjoying the pressure.
Frank was deeply pleased. This was what he had hoped for, a real unity of feeling among them, rather than two girls to fuck, one at a time.
He pushed up, and the distension of her cunt, the rub of his cockhead on the tenderest spot inside her, made Melissa pump so seriously that she uncunted the man.
"OH! OH GOD!" she cried. "I've lost it! Stick it back in, somebody! OH, PLEASE! Give it to me!"
Heat raged in the blonde's slender body, in her big, soft tits. The long hard penis, waving just under her nose, fragrant with the cunt juice of her best friend, was too great a temptation.
She held it by its hairy, cum-slick base and opened her mouth wide to take it in, then went down on it so hard that it jarred against her tonsils, then bent enough to go an inch or two into her gullet. The thought of that rich, thick jism shooting directly into her stomach gave the young Gert such a deep thrill that she let it get away from her. And Frank, tickled at the eagerness of both of them, lifted Melissa on his belly and maneuvered his cock back into her.
"OHHHHHHH! Thanks, "Uncle Frank," she gasped as the hard pole slipped back in. "Oh, wow! That was terrible! What's Gert doing? Gert, where are you? Kiss my stomach again, baby, will you? I'll do the same for you. Promise!" And she suddenly jerked with a premonitory wave of lust as the big prick churned in her tender guts.
Frank squeezed her breasts and whispered: "Easy, baby! We've got plenty of time."
He placed his hand on Gert's smooth back and petted her, then reached under her crouching form and squeezed one of her long, heavy breasts. He squeezed again, feeling the excited child shudder with sexual joy, and said: "Gert, look at Melissa's cunt. See how open it is? Does it give you any ideas?"
On top of him, Melissa stirred and tried to sit up, but he held her with one arm. He heard Gert's breathless laugh.
"Maybe," she choked. "I see her clitty button. It's sticking out as hard as a tiny prick. Want me to finger-fuck her?" The girl's voice was eager, trembling with excitement.
Frank pulled at her titty again. "No, of course not," he said. "Go down on her. Do you know what that means?"
Gert breathed deeply and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "Yes," she said hoarsely. "You want me to suck her, right? You want me to suck her clit."
On top of Frank, Melissa struggled, humping her strong young ass up and down. "I'm going nuts!" she cried. "I've got to cum! Oh, Uncle Frank, turn me over and fuck me straight. Please! Please! Oh, somebody do something! MAKE ME CUMMMMM!"
Frank stroked her breasts, then down across her belly, holding her, calming her. "It'll be all right, baby doll," he assured her. "You'll cum, and cum plenty, in a minute. And old Uncle Frank'll cum, too, baby, shooting all that slick, nice stuff up your twat. And you know how you like that!"
He released the blonde girl's heavy, beautifully molded breast and whispered: "Get between my legs. Put your arms around Melissa's thighs. There, you got her?" He kissed Melissa on her ear, chuckling. "Have to hold you down, baby," he whispered. "When I start to shoot it, I don't want you screaming off into outer space, leaving me to shoot my wad in the air, right? UMMMMMMMMMM! Your cunt feels mighty slick and tight!" He was now using both hands on her breasts, and they were so swollen with lust that each made a real hand full for him, and their taut nerves sent zigzag flashes of hot-wire sensuality across her belly, stirring in the hair-trigger wildness of her cunt.
"Gert," the man said, "before you do anything else, suck my balls for a minute. OOOOOOOOOHHH! WOW! GREAT! OH MY GOD, KID, YOU'VE GOT IT! OOOOOOOOOHHH!"
He reached over Melissa's rounded young thigh and gently pushed the other girl away. "Baby," he panted, "I'm about to shoot my load. And Melissa's going to blow hers, too." There was a quivering excitement in his voice, and young Gert, crouched between Frank's and Mel's thighs, could see a heavy throb in his big prick, most of it out of sight in the other girl's stretched pussy.
"Oh, God, Mister Bond," the blonde girl chattered, "I'm ready when you say so." She was trembling inside and out, her cunt juicing so hard that she could feel her cunt-ooze gathering in the bush of her yellow pubic hair. She giggled, her eyes on the red-raw valley between Melissa's outer cunt lips, and on the jerking bud of gristle and nerves at the pale pink top of the broad split.
"I'm about to cum, too," she murmured, and Frank, barely hearing her softly whispered message, felt a warmth and a deep affection for these courageous kids. "I'll get you, next, Gert," he promised, thinking of the sweetness of that soft-lipped, yellow-haired little cunt, of its generous flow of cum fluids from that hot young body.
There was a sudden movement of Melissa's body, an involuntary squeeze of her powerful young vaginal muscles on Frank's prick, and the man felt his nuts convulse, felt the beginning of his cum as his hard cock throbbed inside the young girl's.
"OHHHHHHHH!" the voice of Melissa rose in a quavering scream. "Ohhhhhh! I'M CUUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG! OHHHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
The minute Melissa's body had moved, Gert's fascinated eyes saw the big tube on the underside of the man's hard cock dilate as the hot jism shot up from his balls, and she simply opened her lips and fell forward on Melissa's spasming twat. The blonde girl felt juice pumping out of the big cock on which her chin pressed, and stuck her tongue out, so that she was both licking and sucking on her friend's wildly pulsating pussy.
It was almost too hot a feeling for the young blonde. Her arms were over her friend's thighs, her big, tender titties mashed against her own ribs by Melissa's smooth legs. She realized why Frank had placed her where she was, for Melissa was spasming through a fit of cumming which made her strong young body almost too much to handle.
Again and again the girl whose cunt held the spurting cock flung herself up with all her strength, but Gert hung on, her sweet mouth sucking on Mel's pulsing clit, and the straining girl's cries of pleasure grew hoarser and hoarser as Frank plunged his cock into her, and Gert continued her sucking.
They were all momentarily exhausted when Mel at last went limp, her powerful young body seemingly boneless. She gave a violent shudder, and Frank, releasing his hold on her breasts, let his big prick slip out of her fuck-reddened cunt.
To Gert, her every vein buzzing with hot blood that pumped through her, and with her own orgasm not yet accomplished, her friend's pussy seemed the most beautiful, the most appetizing sight of her life.
Passion and fucking had swollen it to where it seemed to hang out like a pouch of slick, pink meat. The inner lips were like rolls of softly formed delight, laced with blood-filled veins, gooey with the thick, slick richness of pearly jism. There were flecks of blood in the mixture of cunt oil and cock juice, and Gert, with a low moan of sympathy and heat, once again buried her lips in Mel's pussy.
There was a joy in this contact, a solace to an appetite which flamed high in the blonde girl's breast. The smooth, oily juice on super soft cunt-flesh was a rich reward of sensual beauty, and the taste of the body fluids gave her a gut-twisting spasm of pleasure.
And Frank, rolling over and seeing the look of intense need on Gert's face as she sucked up his seed from Melissa's open cunt, seeing the beauty of the slender girl's crotch, spread before him as she lapped at her friend's warm, soft pussy, knew what to do.
With one big hand he held the blonde's buttocks open, exposing the pouting lips of her cunt, and slowly, gently twisted his oversized finger into the tight, slick hole.
There was a wild flurry of muscle inside the young girl, and she moaned into the dilated puss of her friend.
As her orgasm exploded, Gert turned, still skewered on the man's big, smooth finger, and pressed against him, kissing him feverishly while her cunt seemed to explode.
He tasted the slick, delicious mixture of girl-cum and his own jism on the young blonde's searching tongue and busy lips, and his heart expanded with the joy of sex unlimited.
CHAPTER NINE
Frank lounged on his bed, his back against a flock of pillows which the two happy young kids had scrounged up for him. After such frankly pagan pleasures, they had reverted to a touch of shyness, and once again they were playing the "tame animal" game.
"Don't you see, doll," Gert said, "I never could have said or done such things if this was really your Uncle Frank. Oh!" she cried," just look at that big, fat old peter! I wonder if there's still any cum goo on it?"
She held it like an ice cream cone, licking around under the wrinkly-pink foreskin which held the broad head as if it were a pistil in a flower. "Mmmmmm!" she said rapturously, "even after I've licked it clean, it still tastes good. Oooooohh! I wish it were stiff enough to go into me, and cum. Then I could suck it all off again. Say, Mel," and she blushed, not looking at her friend, "which is really the best-to get sucked, and suck this big old pretty thing and get all the jism in your mouth? Or to fuck and be fucked and afterward, when it's over, to lick up all the load?" She shuddered in delightful anticipation, and Frank, still a "dumb animal," put his smooth hand between the girl's buttocks and pressed on her leaking, pouting cunt lips, keeping his face straight as the blonde kid leaped and squealed with delight.
He well knew the power and the pleasure of words in the art of sex, of the way that words, like pictures, could arouse man or woman, and make their sex joy greater. And he knew the need that all young people have to release themselves from old, phony ideas they have been taught, to give them freedom and ease in sexual delight. Or sexual excess. It was a good, wholesome thing.
"I thought he was going to stick that fat old finger of his up my little shit hole," Gert said in mock seriousness. "The dirty old man! Whoo! I bet that'd be something! You know, kid, some guys fuck girls in the ass. I wonder how it feels?"
Melissa flung herself on her friend, goosing into the warm and slobbery folds of her young cunt.
"You know how sensitive you are in your butt hole," Mel declared. "Your mom has probably given you an enema. Remember how keen and itchy and crazy it felt? Well, figure something as big as this old cock, going into you down there.
Wow! It would feel like-like-well, I think it'd probably be too much!" Her mind burned with the remembrance of how it felt when this man had stuck his big finger up her, last night. God, a lot of water had gone over the dam in less than twenty-four hours!
Frank laughed inwardly. Good! He was helping them adjust to the real world in which they'd have to live. It would be marvelous to get these two bunghole cherries, these two anal maidenheads. To make them squeal with pain-at first, anyway. And then, after breaking them in, to have them both love butt-fucking. How good for kids like these, never to fear the idea of anal intercourse, never to recoil from a husband or a lover who wanted a bit of shit on his cockhead.
How good Doctor Hardosky had been to him and Agnes! She had been a true friend to his mother, their mother, and her interest carried over to the two children.
"Are you getting along well?" she asked them, coming to visit a week after their mother's funeral. "I didn't want to come in on you too soon. I know you have to make adjustments. But you knew you could always call on me. If you need anything."
They clung to her, laughing, and Agnes said: "You've done so much for us, always. For mama, too." And then she said proudly: "I've done what you and mama wanted me to. I've done it for Buzzie every day. Two or three times. Four times the first night."
The young girl's sweet face flushed scarlet, but she held her head high, and looked straight at the doctor. Just looking at her gave the fourteen-year-old Frank the beginnings of a hard-on. He thought of the rounded lines of his sister's body, the smooth little belly with skin as taut as a drumhead, but so soft and warm. Of the depressions that ran from her pelvic cradle bones down to her cunt, and of the nest of thick, crisply curled dark hair that partially hid the thick, soft lips of it. And of the warmly choking smell, so rich in its promise of juicy delight.
"That's marvelous," the doctor said, stretching her arm so that her hand could reach the boy's crotch, feel the swelling cock. "I see that Francis likes it. His wonderful dickie is coming right up. But you don't speak frankly, Agnes. Why not? Why don't you use the good, sweet, strong old words. Your mother did. Your mother used them with Francis. Didn't you like that, Francis?"
The boy turned so that his stiffening cock, so evident under his soft old jeans, could press against Doctor Rachel's titty.
He pushed against the firmness of the breast under the doctor's blouse, grinning at how her face seemed to tighten up, and said: "Aggie's not used to talking about fucking before other people. She says all those words with me. And I do, with her. Doctor, can we see your cunt? I don't think Aggie's ever seen it."
The softly beautiful girl, her face still flushed, said: "I saw it. Twice. When you wanted me to see what I had to do with Frankie. Remember, doctor? But I'd like to see it again!"
At fourteen, he had not been surprised that a woman's cunt would so interest another woman. A man of thirty, now previously conditioned to such a normal phenomenon, would either be disgusted or hyper-sexed by seeing two females fondling, sniffing, gently kissing each other in that center of wild love and passion. But, when the doctor, smiling, obligingly rolled down her panty hose and lay back on the bed with her legs high in the air, looking up at the children from between her legs, Rachel cried: "OOOHHH! How lovely!"
The young girl whose sexual experience was so constricted fell to her knees with her face near the doctor's mature pussy, with its extremely thick, long outer lips pushing out from her drawn up thighs. She did not even look up at Frank, feeling no need for his approval, but apparently struck with the hard, hot fragrance, the explicitly sexual display as pressure from within made the thick, I hairy outer lips part to show the oozing treasure under them.
The forty-nine-year-old Frank thought of this in a hot dream of lust, as he watched the two young girls rolling together on his bed, finger-fucking each other, laughing easily and unashamed, openly licking up the other's sweet cunt-slime. How Mel had responded when Gert sucked her clit while he was in her cunt! And how marvelously the blonde girl had reacted! Good! He'd have them sixty-nining before this innocent little session was over! Eager tongue in eager cunt, making what the French call "the best with two backs." The picture made his cock throb, and Mel, who was holding it at the time, took it in her sweet, drooling mouth and sucked it gently.
When she was through she looked up at Gert and said: "Sorry you had to wait so long for service, madam. Our best operator can take you in a few minutes."
Frank watched the two young beauties wrestle again, firm young tits mashing each other, smooth little bellies rubbing together, juicy little cunts I open and ready. How beautiful! There was a delightful fog of fuck-smell in the close air of the bedroom, the healthy scent of sweated bodies, of crotches heated with life and lust.
He remembered that scent from long ago. From under the covers with mama, from the fat, slickly steaming pussy of the doctor. And from that day when Doctor Rachel showed little Agnes her cunt.
For Aggie had taken to it as naturally as a calf to its mother's tit. As she had taken to sucking Frank off, holding his jism in her puffed-out cheeks like a chipmunk, looking at him with delighted eyes as she slowly sipped it back into her gullet, swallowing every slick, richly flavored drop.
And then, slowly probing with her tongue, all around her teeth and gums, searching for the last vestige of male seed, every drop of her brother's constantly expanding manhood.
How sweet Aggie had been with the good doctor! "Oh, I love it!" she had cried, after she burrowed her lovely little face between the fat, hairy cushions of soft flesh, turning to Frank with her lips, nose, chin, and cheeks shining with the clear drippings from the older woman's twat. "It tastes so good! And it feels so good!" She had licked all around her lips, and then added, in a low voice: "And it just burns my belly with that marvelous smell! It's just heaven!"
The doctor spread her thighs apart and let her fine legs down on Aggie's shoulders, holding the girl's face between her hands, tears in her eyes.
"You're a sweet person, honey," the woman declared. "With a marvelous gift! Remember what your mother and I told you was true for Francis? The more you fuck, the more you can. The more you want to. It's true for you, too. Never be afraid of your gift!"
Frank let these memories flow through his mind in a golden haze of sensuality remembered and treasured. The two young girls were becoming more aroused, more strongly aware of the potential for delight that lay in another woman. Gert had had her long, graceful fingers in Melissa's tight little snatch, working them in and out and around on the tender insides, while Melissa joyously creamed all over her.
Now, as she sprawled on the bed, partly on Frank's legs, and licked the clear, slick nectar from her chum's puss, Melissa made a face and said: "What are you, some kind of chicken? Why don't you eat it right out of the kettle instead of a little teeny spoon?"
The two naked chickies, so bright and warm and young, fell on each other and rolled, until Gert remained under her friend. She took care to have her legs wide apart, Frank noticed, as he saw the strip of shiny, juicy pink between the blonde-furred cunt lips. And Melissa, suddenly serious, her face taut as she got her knees alongside Gert's shoulders, drew her upper lip into her mouth, then let her full lower lip hang open as a thin, clear line of spit drooled out.
No one counted "one, two, three," but it was with one movement that Melissa bent her head to part the blonde's pussy lips with her tongue, and Gert eagerly gripped the other girl's hips and buttocks to bring that sweet cunt with the bright brown hair down to her.
There was no thrashing, no moaning, only the hiss of hard breathing through the nose, and the slurping sounds of two strong, slick tongues grateful sucking and licking a pussy. Until, after a few minutes, Melissa seemed to pick up the lower body of the slim blonde, and Gert, wrapping her beautiful legs around Mel's head, began to rock her body and let out small yelps of pleasure.
At the same time, she seemed to pull herself as deep into her friend's open, streaming cunt as she could, and Mel also began to move in a rhythm with Gert.
As Frank watched them, he saw another pair, mismatched for age but not for lust, in the bedroom of their old house, thirty-five years ago. His sister, with her hair done up in two pigtails, with nothing on but a thin summer blouse, and the stocky, beautifully built doctor, her chaste uniform entirely open from hem to neckline, sucking each other out as if they had done it for years.
The double picture, the remembrance of his yesterdays, and the reality of this warm upstairs room in a Midwestern September, with four females all so different yet all so much alike in their lusts, had bestowed on him a hard-on that throbbed and nodded and jerked with his ripe desire to stick it into a young cunt.
Somewhere in the dark of his mind, a voice was trying to tell him he might be carrying this too far, that children this age could be poison, no matter how nutritious their cunts seemed, no-matter how clean and wholesome he believed all sex to be. But he had never been a man to control a hard-on, and he would not begin now.
"Oh, God, baby, that was so marvelous," Melissa cried as she fell away from her friend, still working her fingers into the sloppy-wonderful folds of the blonde twat. "Why do people have to say mean things about girls who love other girls? I've always thought of doing that with another girl, and never would have had the guts-OHHH! You sweet thing, you!" she cried as she flung her slickly perspiring loveliness on Frank. "If it weren't for you, Gert and I could never have done that!"
She kissed him hungrily, wiping her cunt-slippery lips on his mouth, cramming her cunt-savory tongue down his throat. There were tears of pleasure in her eyes, and she turned from Frank to hold Gert and kiss her, sobbing with joy.
"Oh, baby, I love the taste of my cunt on your lips!" she exclaimed. "And I love the taste of your cunt right out of the kettle! OOOOOOOHHHHHH! That sweet, SWWWEEEEEEEE TTTTTTTT PUSSY!" And she dived between the blonde kid's firm, slender thighs again.
When Gert crawled to him, her oval face in an angelic smile, her blue eyes bright with the fires of sexual heat, he pried her legs apart and got one of his big fingers into her juice-filled cunt. It went in without too much pressure, and the young girl, now on her knees, held him around the neck with a vacant look on her fine features, looking into a scene that only she could see. While he fucked the finger in and out of her, he whispered: "That's only a sample of what you're going to get when you take my cock into that tiny little hole. It's twice as big, twice as hot, twice as slick. Do you want it?" And he fucked his finger up and down in her quickly, a hard, fast in-and-out motion which made her shut her clear young eyes and hold his head in a death grip.
"I want it!" she sobbed. "Oh, please, Mister Bond! I want it!"
She was trying to get over the tip of his cock, trying to sit on it, to force her cunt down over its red head, but Frank held her, laughing triumphantly. Only way to fly, make 'em beg for it. Easy on the conscience, easier to deny any charge, when the little doll asks for it.
"Get up," he said. "Let's check the time. Millie-Melissa's mom-may be home soon. C'mon," and he practically picked up the suddenly limp form of the slender, acquiescent girl, "we'll go in your room, Mel."
There was a comfortable, high backed davenport along the two big windows which fronted the street, and Frank laid the warm body of the blonde girl on it. Her eyes were open, and she was breathing hard, her expression a mixture of tension and delight. She was holding her long, full breasts, their big nipples squeezed out between her slender fingers. Her body was undulating, her cunt being alternately raised and lowered in a fuck-humping motion. As Frank arranged her left leg up on the back of the davenport, the girl put her other leg out so that her foot rested on the floor, so that her pussy was stretched pinkly open.
Melissa dropped to her knees, looking up at the man she called "Uncle", and then quickly kissed into the softly oozing cunt lips. "She's so lovely, Unk," the young girl whispered. "Oh, this is so great! I just wish you had two cocks."
Frank grinned at the child licking his lips. "I've got a tongue, baby," he reassured her. And I could use a long, sweet drink of your pussy juice. Get up here."
He helped the girl to get one foot braced on the davenport's arm, just as Gert's head. The other, she braced on the back of the comfortable couch, so that her young thighs were spread and her cunt forced open as much as her friend's. She looked down at Frank with lascivious admiration, and held her thick young cunt lips wide apart, offering Frank the smoothness and slickness of all her baby-pink cunt-flesh, now highlighted with its sweet slime, and accented with the brilliant red of engorged surface veins. Even in a state where he was already drunk on cunty delights, the man got a powerful whiff of the hot kid's crotch" aromas-cunt, sweat, sweet asshole, rubbed flesh of cunt lip on cunt lip.
He thought that the lithe young blonde, with her narrow but beautiful hips, would be excessively tight, but he got a marvelous surprise. His cock, helped by the girl's warm fingers, slipped right into her, but he had to give a few hard shoves to get it all the way in. With each of these heavy pokes, Gert closed her eyes as if in shock, but each time he drew back, she clutched his strong forearms in terror that he would withdraw completely, leaving her hot young cunt with the ache of emptiness.
She felt something tear, just a little, and felt the cock come into her deeper, harder, giving her a new sort of strain. Like he was going to shove it clear through me, and out the back, she thought, a terrible, lustful vision of impalement, of a fragility not suited to a grown-up's cock. She could look directly up and see into the dark, moist crack of Melissa's ass, where the other girl spread herself so wide, so open to Frank's broad tongue. She could watch the man's throat muscles work, and she shivered in empathetic joy at the deep eating that Mel's cunt was getting. Like I got, too, she felt in a warm flash in the dark of her mind.
She was rocking again as she had rocked while she and her young friend were sucking each other's twats, and she realized with a thrill of pride that she was not only having this Olympian sort of man fucking her, but that she, barely thirteen, was also fucking him.
She was biting her lip to keep from crying out like some dumb little baby who knew nothing, but the cock, which seemed to her so enormous, was wrenching little musical grunts out of her young throat each time it banged against her womb. She had lost all her fear in the presence of a lust she could not control, and would not have given up for ' a bucket of diamonds. Frank hurt her, but it was a good kind of hurt, the sort that women desire with a primal hunger.
I'm cumming, she thought. I'm dimming! She had creamed more than once this afternoon, and more than twice. She had the peculiar gift of letting spasms of fulfilled fuck-lust spill out of her as easily as she voided piss from her young bladder. But she realized that she wasn't just thinking it, she was shouting it: "OH, LORD! OH HELP ME, FATHER! LET ME CUM! OHHHHHHH! I'M FUCKY FUCKY FUCKY FUCKING! OH, FUCK! FUCK! IN ME! IN ME! DEEP! DEEEEEEEEPPPPP!"
She was working her ass both back and forth and up and down, and Frank, who had observed so many talents of the flesh, who had helped so many young women and young girls-yes, and older ones, too-to develop these gifts, was suddenly caught by the beauty of the massage the little chickie's cunt was giving his peter.
She was twisting her entire body, and her long-fingered hands were inflicting beautiful squeeze-pains on her bloated titties as the explosions kept firing inside her, spreading from her jerking clit all around her cuntal ranges, back to her asshole, which was clutching in and expanding out with every blast from her fuck nerves.
In a blind haze, she saw that Melissa had collapsed. Frank had been holding her thighs, his big thumbs pressed hard just under the big tendons that stood out like cables. And Gert felt him collapse, too, and at the culmination of their fuck, the culmination, for her, of all her short sex life, the blonde girl simply spread her arms to hold both of them, her friend and lover.
As they struggled to untangle themselves, Gert kept a tight hold on Frank's slippery cock, loving the slickness of his semen on his big tool. Her mouth was twisting with appetite for this gooey treat, but she never had a chance to try it.
There was the solid thump of a car door from below, and Mel, struggling up through layers of satiation, gasped: "That's my mom! Oh, golly, Uncle Frank, we're in trouble!"
But the tall man remained cool. "No way," he said firmly. "You and Gert get dressed. It won't take a minute. Run a washcloth over your sweet little pussies-that'll cool some of the fuck smell around here. I'll slow your mom down."
He ran into his room and looked out the window. Millie was hauling bags of groceries out of her sedan. Frank called: "Hi!" and when the redhead looked up at his window, smiling, he yelled: "Don't carry that stuff in! Wait till I get my pants on, I'll be right down to help!"
By the time he got slacks and a knit shirt on, he looked into Melissa's room and found the kids prim and proper, but hugging each other, and having difficulty keeping from giggling.
He ran downstairs in his bare feet, took the two heaviest bags, and he and Millie hugged like old lovers after they had set the groceries down in the kitchen.
"I was taking a shower when the kids got home," he explained. Melissa shouted through the door that she had a friend with her-Gert something. Anderson? Something like that. They were kidding around, threatening to break the door down, when they heard your car. I guess that was it. I heard Mel say 'That's mom. We're in trouble.' By that time, I was out of the bath and safely in my room."
He told the story glibly, with good humor, and Millie laughed. But she made a mental jotting, to watch Mel a little closer. She remembered Frank's cleverness, his boldness. Years ago, he would cover by telling almost all of the truth, making it sound so outrageous, that people wouldn't believe him. Oh, well, no matter what had happened, or might happen, Millie knew that both she and Mel were safer, better off in every way, with Frank in the house.
CHAPTER TEN
While Millie moved around the kitchen in a quick, precise pattern, putting groceries away, Frank sat smiling, drinking coffee. He followed Millie with his eyes, enjoying the supple flow of her muscles and curves, the roll of her splendid buttocks under the sheer dress, the bouncy way her firm tits followed her moves just a fraction of a second late, swaying and jiggling to catch up.
She looked at him affectionately from time to time, stopping to kiss him once, and he squeezed her firm, substantial ass with great pleasure and appreciation.
When she stopped at last and sat down to pour herself a cup of the warmed-over coffee, Frank said: "Maybe this isn't any of my business, baby, but I heard Melissa say something that bothered me a little. I don't like to eavesdrop, but this was before the kids knew I was in the bathroom. Mel seemed, well, a little troubled. She was talking about hardcock guys on the make for her. She mentioned one at the firehouse. Is that just fantasy?"
Millie laughed and stroked his hand. "Of course it's your business, Frank," she said. "You're the closest thing to father that Mel has." She blushed, and said: "Don't get me wrong, I just mean-" and Frank interrupted her by getting around the table and leaning down to kiss her, giving her all of his tongue, running a warm hand down into the front of her dress to squeeze her big breast. God, it felt great! Those kids, they had plenty of tits for kids their age, but here was a pair of real woman-tits, bountiful in their tumbling size, warm, smooth, heavy with maturity.
He felt a stir of life in his cock, and inwardly, he smiled in a glow of pride. Not bad for an old guy, to ball two young babes in a short matinee, and have his cock straining in his shorts right away!
"I understand exactly what you mean, Mil," he whispered as he continued to fondle and knead her warm, soft breast. "I've always loved that little kid. I want to help."
He felt no guilt, no shame. She had to get it, sooner or later. She wanted his cock. Had wanted it for a long time, she had told him. So-where's the harm? He straightened up from bending over the mother, but thought of the daughter's young cunt. And her friend's. However, he kept the picture of the fat, healthy, liberally creaming cunt between the woman's sweated thighs, and his tongue twisted in his mouth with a desire to suck her.
But he returned to his subject. "Is Mel on the level? Is there some guy at the firehouse after her?"
Millie was thoughtful. She had two things on her mind. One was, of course, to answer Frank. The other was that, while his crotch was so close to her face, she had inhaled some more of that cunt aroma she had noticed this morning.
She stood up. "Come on in the bedroom while I get out of these working clothes," she said absently. "I'll tell you what I know."
Frank sat on the edge of his old sweetheart's bed as she peeled the light summer dress off, whistling as her big jugs, released from the confinement of fabric, bounced on her chest. He pulled the woman to him, his face on her smooth belly, inhaling the richness of cunt perfume which billowed up from her crotch.
He slipped a finger into her cleft from behind as he held her against him, hooking it in, under the strap of nylon, and gently forcing it into the slickly bubbling fuck hole. Millie, squeezed his head to her in a frantic excess of desire and affection, feeling the big finger massaging cleverly inside her cunt, slipping out to rub up toward where her clit was hard and freaky feeling.
She pulled away from Frank and felt in his slacks. "You devil," she laughed, "always ready, aren't you? Oh, Frankie, give me a bite of that luscious cock! I've got to have him!"
And, before he could stop her, she fell on her knees and had his zipper down, his big, hardening prick in her hand, before he could do anything about it. But what could he have done? He felt a moment of panic, and boldly whirled her down on the bed, spread her legs-they had never looked more beautiful-and sucked diligently at the thick, humidly flowing lips of her pussy.
While she was on her back, her legs pushed back to expose the thick-lipped beauty of her swollen cunt, he put his hands down on the bed beside her and nuzzled the head of his throbbing cock into her tight fuck hole. It was so marvelous, so pulsatingly warm and juicy, that he shuddered in gut-deep pleasure as he ploughed into her. It was better than either of the kids, just as her boobs were better, bigger, firmer, more sexually perfect. And it had been so strategic to take advantage of her instant heat to suck her cunt, to flip her up and stick his hard organ into her hot and juicy slot.
Crouching above her, weaving his hips slightly to massage the interior nerves of the redhead's vagina, Frank quickly loosened his belt and let his slacks drop, so that he could enjoy the feel of naked flesh on naked flesh. And now, when he took his reeking prick out of her, dripping her savory cunt slime, how could Millie guess that he had already dipped it in Melissa? And Gert. It was marvelous. But better than the strategy was the pure delight of this fat, hot cunt clinging to his prick as it plunged in and dragged out, turning the pussy-lining out as he withdrew before slamming in again.
He kicked off his slacks and rolled onto the bed, gaily taking his old friend with him, and rolled until she was again astride his loins, impaled on his big dick. She was laughing down at him, both of them hot with the early autumn afternoon and their warm natures. There were freckles on her strong, rounded arms, on her lovely titties where the bikini hadn't covered all of that milk-white skin patterned with blue veins.
She felt the solid stretch from Frank's cock, marveling at the man's virility. As sure as sin, she had smelled cunt on him, and she had a very good idea whose cunt had perfumed the man's crotch. It was thrilling to think of it, her kid, not yet thirteen, with the guts to take on a man like this. And, if the tall, good looking old devil had fucked Mel, surely he would have fucked the slim and luscious Gert. And now, here he was, balling her, and no abatement of his interest. He was even dabbling in her behind, getting his fingers slippery with the hot flow from her cunt hole, and she loved the pressure of his strong hands as he teased at her asshole. The very thought of him opening that long-unused cuntal surrogate, of the marvelous pain of being buggered by that huge fuck stick, gave the redhead a stabbing burst of cum-pleasure as he probed it into her pussy.
With a loud cry of acceptance and demean, Millie let herself fall on Frank's body, her mouth seeking his even as she moaned: "DO IT, FRANKIE BABY.! FUCK OLD MIL!" And then her outcries turned to wordless humming as his tongue found hers, and she kept firing one round of orgasm after another, riding high on the gib, hard, gut-wrenching cock. And he kept on fucking into her, confident, lovingly brutal, knowing that each blast of sexual power tenderized her pussy, her clit. So that the next one came easier and sharper, until he had her on a series orgasm, cumming like a string of Chinese firecrackers, wearing out her reservoirs of pleasure.
When he stopped, Millie was trembling, wet with sweat, gloriously drained of lust for the moment. But not drained of desire, especially of her love for that prick which had tamed her.
Whimpering, her guts working with the echoes of their sudden, massive fuck, she reversed herself so that her face was at his groin, her slopped-over cunt near his face. She was grinning, and spit drooled from her slack-lipped mouth. "I still want him," she whispered in a ragged gust of sound, and closed her lips over the dripping cock, so freshly withdrawn from her hot body.
She nuzzled in the damp pubic hair around the thick base of the man's cock. At her opened cunt, licking his own lips in appreciation at the drooly feast pushed in his face, Frank grinned. If Millie could separate one cunt smell from another, one layer of female fuck juice from the next layer, she was a wizard. And, at the moment, Millie didn't care a fig about whose juice was whose. All she wanted was the feel of that hard column, that cushiony-soft head in her mouth and down her throat. And that tasty fuck-juice arousing her eager taste buds.
The entire merry-go-round of sweet conquest, of fucking which carried him back in memory to his boyhood, his hot sister, his magnificently courageous mother, the fuck-crazy doctor, all of these mingled in Frank's inflamed mind. He saw Millie's reddened cunt lips, so thickly bathed in her own juice, as a protein feast for the hungry man. He ate it as a child eats a favorite dish, in great gulps, washing his big tongue up and down, in and out. And sucking on the pulsing hole until its pink flesh shuddered and the big cunt muscles nipped at his lips.
And it was all beautiful. The sight and feel and taste and smell of this super hot, red-haired cunt. The pressure of those big titties against his belly. The rank sweetness of Millie's crotch, of her asshole, of all her body. And the tongue-lashing she was giving his throbbing, jerking, nerve-tight dick.
He felt his nuts expand and seem to burst as the hot flow of his seed spurted up to blast into his old girl friend's mouth. She loved that cream better than anything, he remembered. There would be a lot of it. That was his gift, fostered by the three women who had encouraged his first slow steps in sex. Mama, the doctor, and Agnes.
Millie was taking the big cock deep into her throat, drawing back as she felt it expand with the next jet of semen, so she could take that richness in her mouth. It all got into her belly sooner or later, for she could clean up any drops that spilled from the corners of her pursed mouth. But she loved the hot and creamy feel of those hard shots against her cheeks and throat, swirling around her gums, under her tongue. It was so beautiful to be so busy at both ends, her cunt cumming until she was half crazy, and Frankie's rich, thick, bursts of man-cream flooding her mouth. So clean, so wholesome, so nutritious! The purest of protein, the magic potion that creates life in a woman's belly, that changes a hairless boy into a hardcocked man.
She nursed on his spouting peter as a baby nurses on his mama's tit, and felt a mystic tie that binds man and woman together when they have shared and eaten the substance of each other's body.
When the last drop of Frank's big load had been carefully and gently sucked out, and when Millie's pussy had helplessly twisted in it last, glorious burst of cum-fury, the two of them rolled apart, and Millie turned so that she could snuggle against Frank.
He kissed her, laughed, and said: "Where was I when I began feeling your boobs?"
And the lush redhead said: "What? Ohhhh, hell, Frank! Wasn't it something to do with some guy-or guys-at the firehouse?"
He laughed gustily. "Yeah. What could Melissa have meant? All those guys-the youngest must be twenty-five-after little Mel?"
She might have reminded him, in light of what she now believed true about Frank and Mel, that men of any age would love to fuck her, but she didn't. Instead, she said mildly: "There's a young guy at the station. Name's Lonnie Tolson. You may have met him-blond, square jawed." She turned and rubbed her flushed and happy body against Frank, throwing her rounded thigh over him so that he felt the heat and wetness of her pulsing cunt.
"It was when my baby's little boobs became big boobs," Millie went on. "She wasn't used to it. Lonnie came by to deliver my pension check because the city treasurer was late getting the checks out. And, Melissa went to the door in nothing but a pair of panties."
Frank shifted, his voice was suddenly quick with irritation.
"You mean he's been after her ever since?" he growled.
Millie held him, kissed him. "Not really," she said. "He whistles at her every time she passes the firehouse. Once, he met her after school, and offered to give her a ride home. At least," the redhead said slowly, "I think that's all. Maybe Melissa doesn't tell me everything that happens to her." Oh boy, Millie thought, that ought to stir him up a bit. If that was Mel's pussy flavor on his jock!
But Frank was interested only in anger. "The sonofabitch!" he said harshly. "With all the tail there is in Condon-everywhere- why does he have to pick on a little kid?"
He was in a rage by the time he got his slacks and shorts on, and Millie, not certain whether this was funny or dangerous, at last gave up on trying to prevent Frank from heading for the station. But she was as much tickled as frightened, and she picked up the phone as Frank left the house and dialed a familiar number.
"Cap, she said, and she couldn't entirely repress a laugh, "a funny thing's about to happen." And she told him quickly as much as she wanted him to know. "I don't want Frankie getting hurt, that's the main thing. And listen, I don't blame Lonnie."
The young fireman, his shock of blond hair shielding his eyes, was on the blacktop parking area when the old chief found him.
"I'll be damned," the young man said. "The old bull can't stand to have the young bulls after his heifers, huh? You don't suppose that old fart's got any idea of banging the kid, do you? Shit! He's old enough to be her father!"
"Even her grandfather," Cap agreed cheerfully. "But, you know something, Lonnie? Four, five years ago, when you were off at college, old Cramps Miller-you know the Miller family over on Cane Creek?-he knocked up four kids under sixteen. And one of 'em was his granddaughter."
He watched young Tolson's face, saw him break into a grin, and said: "Okay, you understand. But listen. If push comes to shove, I don't want you to hurt the doddering old fellow, hear? Mark him up a little, if you have to, that might be a good idea. Show the old bull he can't shove the young bull around, okay?"
He walked into the firehouse, laughing to himself, and pulled a chair over to a window that overlooked the parking area.
When Frank drove in and parked, young Tolson was hosing down one of the big white pumpers. He was wearing only a pair of surfer trunks, and his long, ropy muscles and broad shoulders were on display. He threw the hose down as Frank jumped out of the station wagon, and waited, scowling. Frank came right to the point.
"You're Tolson, right?" He raised his left hand toward the younger man. "You keep your fucking hands off little Melissa Carr! You hear? Her mother tells me you're chasing her. Cut it out!"
"Or what?" The young man laughed. "What would you do, gramps? Write your congressman? You know what I think, you hypocritical old fart? I think you've got hot nuts for the kid, just like you've always had hot nuts for her ma. Tell you what-you try to fuck the old lady, and I'll pick the little chick's cherry."
Lonnie had deliberately baited Frank, sure the older man would charge, equally sure he could take him easily. What had Cap said? "Don't hurt him. Mark him up a little." He was excited. In this job, a man didn't get the chance, very often, of a personal excitement. He sometimes wished he'd joined the cops.
He expected Frank to rush at him with both arms swinging in roundhouse sucker punches. But he got a surprise. The left hand pointing at his face suddenly became a fist, move back perhaps four inches, and crashed against his cheekbone, blinding him for the moment. Instinct and training hade him lean in instead of away, and a hard right cross went behind his head.
Young Tolson had boxed a lot. He felt that the first left jab had been more or less of a lucky accident. He leaned on Frank's left shoulder, and both his hard fists sledged in with all his arm power, working on the older man's belly. A very hard belly, young Tolson realized.
He moved back from the clinch and swung two short, hard hooks, left and right, at Frank's face. Both landed, but not low enough. One raised a quick welt above Frank's left eye, the other caught him on his right cheek, just below the eye. That's the mark the chief wanted, young Tolson thought. Now I'll chop him up a little.
He moved in fast, hooking with his left, catching Frank on he mouth, which spurted blood immediately, and set his feet for a flurry of rights and lefts. But he didn't get a chance to use them. Frank moved back, dropping his hands, shaking his head as if to clear it, and young Tolson walked in confidently, head up, hands in a classic position, smilingly ready to take Frank apart.
As he got within range of the older man's fists, he saw Frank start a right cross, and thought:: Oh-oh, sucker for sure, leads with his right!
He dropped his left hand to launch an upward swinging left hook, and that was the last reasonable thing he recalled for several minutes.
From his ringside seat in the window, Cap Henshaw saw it all. The way Frank's right fist, started in an awkward, off-balance hook, suddenly stopped and coiled back like a rattlesnake. He saw the graying retiree move his feet gracefully and saw Frank's left, forgotten by young Tolson, whip up hard under the youngster's ribs, then saw, or thought he saw, that cocked right hand come over and down, hard, on the dazed young guy's jaw.
It was a crusher, and Lonnie started to fall toward his right, but Frank straightened him up with another left that crashed into the young fireman's belly, and then clipped him, not too hard, on his left eye as the big young dude went sprawling on the hot blacktop.
Very coolly, without much expression, Frank went over to the hose which young Tolson had left running as he had come toward his adversary. He picked it up and let its cold stream play up and down the youthful fireman's body, then dropped it and went into the office.
"I saw you at the window," he said. "What's the trouble? That smartass young dude some kind of a favorite around here?"
The old man looked at him coldly. "You never used to fly off the handle like this," he said. "What's the trouble? How come you got to pick on Lonnie?"
"Pick on him?" Frank was enraged. "You don't know what he's been doing! Fooling around with a twelve-year-old kid! Did you know that? That he's been trying to screw little Melissa Carr?"
Cap cocked his head. "You're making some tough charges, Frank," he said. "And you may be running into trouble, yourself. I saw you, just today, pick up Melissa and one of her friends. The Hansen girl. So, where do you get off accusing Lonnie?"
Frank stared helplessly at his oldest friend. He had known a moment of triumph, dealing out a whipping to a young turd who had it coming. Even if his stand was a little on the unreasonable side.
"Why, shit, Cap," he exclaimed, "I live there! I live with Mel and Millie! What's the gossip about if I pick the kid up, to take her home? Goddamn it, you sent me there!"
The old chief drummed moodily on his desk with his fingers.
"It's a small town," he said. "Maybe I shouldn't have sent you over there. There's already talk."
"In just one day?" Frank was incredulous. "People never used to stick their nose up other people's asses like this! You mean they're talking about me and Millie? Or me and Mel?"
"Come on, Frankie, cool off," the old man said. "You had a reputation as a cocksman. You know that people don't forget. You know who's principal at Central School? Sandra Mayne. She saw you pick up those kids, too. She called me. For all I know, she called Millie, down at the store."
Frank sat down. "I can't believe this," he said flatly. "I haven't seen or talked to Sandy in fifteen years. Christ, she used to come by here every Tuesday night-I think her night was Tuesday. We used to say: 'Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Sandy.' Rich and I. We both used to bang her. Would she still be sore at me for marrying Virginia?"
"Who knows?" Cap said. "But you can't fight about a twelve-year-old girl and not get into some nasty gossip. I just hope to God that Tolson takes it with some good humor."
"Why, fuck him!" Frank said angrily. "Did you hear what he said to me? Called me gramps, and said I was probably fucking Mel."
Cap nodded sadly. "See what I mean? Even a young guy like Lonnie gets into the shit-slinging. Pretty soon it'll be all over you. And worse," he said, pursing his lips and wagging his head. "It'll get on Millie and Melissa, too."
Frank shrugged, then hung his head. He had never been more confused in his life. I never could control a hard-on, he said to himself in scornful self-accusation. And I thought I was smart!
He got up and went to the doorway. Cap Henshaw's heart went out to him but he had to be on Millie's side. When Frank turned, he looked every day of his near-fifty years.
"So," he said to the old chief, "I guess I was wrong. Apologize to the kid for me. I'm sorry I clipped him so hard. He was only doing what I'd have done at his age." Or any age, he added mentally, feeling like a fool as well as a hypocrite.
He walked out to his old station wagon. Young Tolson was no longer in sight, so Frank got in his car and left. He'd have to do some thinking. Thinking and riding around. He didn't have the guts to go back to Millie's. "I guess maybe I was pretty rotten," he said aloud. "Imagine, me fucking a little kid!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"He really took it big, hey, Cap?" Millie asked. She had not dressed yet. She had seen the young Hansen chick go past her door, not looking up, obviously in a hurry. And Melissa, who usually rushed downstairs to hug and kiss and pat and talk and listen, was still upstairs.
It gave the warm hearted mother a little wrench of tenderness and compassion, but it made her all the more sure of what must have happened. "He didn't waste much time," she whispered to herself, and jumped as Cap Henshaw's voice came from the phone: "What? What'd you say, Millie?" His strong old voice was sympathetic. "Sorry I wasn't paying more attention. I was thinking of Frankie. Yeah, he did take it big, too big. He drove out of here like a bat out of hell. But don't worry. He'll be back. Sure he will." He's not such a dummy as to run off and leave a warm ass like yours, baby, the old man thought, his mind turning to the delicious contours of Millie's body, the heat in her tight cunt that he could only guess at. Well, if things worked right, she had Frank. And he had her. And, if he knew Frankie, the cool man also had Melissa. He sighed. Just think of that wealth of pussy gave him a hard-on.
Millie heard the sigh, and thought the old man might be worried.
"Cap," she inquired, "you didn't lay it on too strong, did you?"
"Naw," he answered cheerfully. "Told him the gossip was already out on him, and that it might blacken you and Melissa. I told him that Sandra Mayne had seen him pick up Melissa and young Gert Hansen at school today."
"Oh," Millie said. "He picked them up. They didn't just cut class. He went by the school."
"Yeah," Cap answered comfortably. "But it's okay. I saw him. And he'll never talk to Sandra. Don't worry."
When the chief hung up, he turned and looked at young Tolson, who grinned wryly, fingering his jaw. "Did that sonofabitch retire undefeated as a pro fighter?" he asked. "Man, he turned me every way but loose. But I marked him, like you said."
Old Cap Henshaw shook his head. "I thought you could take him," he answered mildly. "He was always pretty good with his fists. He and Richie used to work out every night. But hell, he's getting on to fifty!" The old man shrugged, smiling. "It it's any comfort to you, he's got a knot on his forehead, a fat lip, and a mouse under his left eye."
The young fireman grinned. "As long as you're satisfied, Cap," he replied. "Say, do you suppose he really is screwing the both of them?"
Cap laughed. "Only three people could answer that," he said. "And I don't suppose you want to ask any of them."
Tolson shuddered and put up his hands protectively. "I wouldn't dare," he said firmly. "But that kid sure looks juicy. I wish I dared ask her."
Someone else dared. In the big, quiet home where much of it all had happened. Millie dared. But she didn't have to ask.
She walked up the stairs in the warmth of the late afternoon, and she had not bothered to put on her clothes. I'll let my kid smell my cunt juice, she told herself, wondering somewhat timidly what might come of this confrontation. Let her know I'm human, too.
She felt a tremor in the dark, slippery heat of her cunt. The globes of her fine ass rose and rubbed together and slipped down, and at each step, although she could not see it happen, Millie's thick cunt lips rubbed against each other. It was killing her. How long had Frank gone? A half-hour? It seemed like a year. There was a deep, lonely ache in her pussy, all the way up. When he had stabbed it into her, was it to cover the other cunt smell? She was sure of it, and she didn't know what to say to Mel.
How does a mother say to a daughter: "I think you've been fucking?" Especially a warm, loving, understanding mother like Millie? Is it an accusation? A statement? A third degree browbeating? She trembled, inside and out.
She hesitated at the top of the stairs. The smell of sex lay heavily all around her. And she could see that Mel's door was open, and that the same was true of Frank's door.
Millie's heart was beating faster. She had to know about what had happened. And it had to be in a way that wouldn't hurt her child. She turned to Frank's room. And there was part of her answer.
The bed was unmade. That, of course, was from this morning. Mel had made it-last night, before dinner. But now, Millie saw what she would have seen last, if she had made up the bed. Dark, dried out blood, in an unmistakable pattern. The print of lips, a rosette of lips, really. In an oval. And around this deeper imprint, the feathery tracings of hairs, soaked in blood.
Menstrual blood? No way! Millie was too good a mother, too close to Melissa, not to know when the girl's period was due. And it was a week off. No, this was something else. And she knew what.
She sat on the edge of Frank's rumpled bed. Her heart was full, so full that it hurt. And she had tears in her eyes. Just as she had a vast, maternal warmth in her cunt, an easing of the ache of longing and vacancy. But she thought of her little girl, her baby, losing her virginity on that, long, thick, hard cock. It made her shudder, empathetically sensing the impact of that big prick in a virgin cunt.
It seemed weird to Millie that Gert and Mel hadn't hidden this evidence. It would have been so easy to make this bed and Mel's bed. Her heart leaped. Melissa, for her own reasons, wanted Millie to know.
She got up and went swiftly into her daughter's bedroom.
"I didn't knock, baby," she said in a tear-choked voice, "because your door was open." She saw the beautiful, nubile child, so much a woman in spite of her tender years, sitting tailor fashion in the middle of the bed, her lovely little pussy wide open, its inner lips still shining pink. Her eyes took in everything.
Millie had never felt more love for anyone at that moment. And oddly, she felt that her nakedness had been an inspired direction that her mind had taken.
She moved somehow to where Melissa was, and took the warm, smooth young body to her breasts, both of these women, one in her thirties, the other not yet in her teens, weeping in common love ...
It was Millie who first felt a shock of lust, and her conventional mind twisted in fear at such an "unnatural" idea. And then she realized that her daughter had a soft hand over her mom's cunt, in it, in fact, and she thought: Well, why the hell not?
She held the girl closer, and she whispered fiercely: "It's all right, baby! It's all right! All I want is to know that you aren't hurt, that you're okay. In every way!"
Mel kissed her on the cheeks, on the lips, wetting her with tears. "Oh, yes, mama," she cried, using the childish term for the first time in years. "Mama!" How sweet it sounded. "Yes, mama. Oh, yessss! Oh, mama, it was wonderful! But I wanted you to know. I couldn't say it, but I wanted you to know!"
Her mother rocked her, holding her against her big, warm breasts.
"It was good? You liked it?" Millie was anxious. "Don't lie to me, baby! If you didn't get off, don't worry. It seldom happens, the first time. Why, I remember, when I was your age-" and Millie stopped, choking on a laugh, feeling a hot tide of blood sweep over her. She hugged her daughter hard, their hard nipples grinding together in a burst of feeling. "I guess I put my foot in my mouth," she said. "Well, what difference does it make? I was just your age, maybe a month or two older when I got it the first time. And I didn't cum." Her face was again rosy with blushes.
Now it was Melissa who seemed the older of the two. She turned and kissed her mother's face, laughing. "This wasn't my first time," she said. "Yesterday was. And I did get off, mama. Like gangbusters! I bet I shot off my little cumgun a dozen times! Oh, mom! Isn't it wonderful? Oh, mom, I just had to find out!"
The girl hugged her mother fiercely. "You've got such beautiful boobs, mom," she whispered. Her soft, warm hands played with them, squeezed them, and she laughed raggedly. "You'll think I'm some kind of a queer," she said, burrowing her face into the warmth and smoothness of Millie's breasts. "But, mom, listen-today, when Uncle Frank and I-well, it was a sort of open position and Gert-I don't know how to tell you! Honest!"
Millie patted her daughter's firm, smooth little belly. "Frank got Gert to lick your pussy, right?" She laughed. "Maybe I'm a terrible mother, but I can't feel shocked by that. If you love sex-and I guess it's natural you should, because I do-you're going to have to do what I did. Try it all. How can you not like a thing if you haven't tried it, right?" But she felt a vast heat grow in her cunt. Maybe not right now. Maybe not tonight. This thing with Frank had to be settled. But one of these nights. Or afternoons. Or mornings. Wow!
Her throat quivered, her mouth filled with saliva as she thought of nosing her way through that silken mash of fine, curly cunt hair, of licking into those succulent petals of moist, slick flesh. And reaming out that tender little cunt hole with her wise and loving tongue. How long since she'd funned around, being an imitation Lezzie? Ten years? No, she and Rich and Frank and Ginny had stopped those free-fucking parties after she, Millie, got PG.
But she held her strong, pneumatically tittied daughter against her and kissed her in the mouth with gentle passion, lifted to high heat by the play of their slick tongues, the swapping of spit.
"Mom!" the child cried as they let go. "That's so marvy! You mean-can you and I-OHHH! HOLD ME, MOM! I'M CUUUUMMMIIINN-NGGGG!"
She was red with the force of her cum, and disturbed by what she had done. "You'll think I'm horrible!" she whispered, and then remembered who it was who had really started this.
She came back to her mother's breast, content. "You're just the greatest," she said in a hushed voice. "Just simply the greatest! Oh, how glad I am that you're my mom!"
But she sat up in a hurry as the phone rung, and she leaped for the little pink phone Millie had given her for her birthday.
"Hi, kid," she said with studied casualness. "You saw what?? Who? Come on, did you, really? Oh, listen, kid, I'm with my mom. We're naked! And having fun!" The beautiful child paused, listening, then laughed. "I didn't tell her. She knew. It's all right. Yeah, I just got through telling her. Okay, then, g'bye. See you tomorrow."
The girl came back to her mother. "That was Gert," she said unnecessarily. "She had to go on her bike to find her brother. And she saw Uncle Frank. He was drunk, and he was coming here, he said. Gee, mom, will he be all right?"
Her mother got up, patted her daughter on the head and said: "Of course he will. Drunk men are as easy to handle as sober men. Especially if it's Frank Bond you're talking about. Listen, baby, I'm glad he's drunk. It mean's he's upset. Frank never used to get drunk unless he was troubled. And I know what's troubling him."
Millie gave her child a brief version of what had happened between Frank, Tolson, and the old chief. "Cap laid it on him very strong," she said. "I think he's coming here to pack up and leave."
Melissa cried out: "Oh, no, mama! Please! We've got to keep him! Oh, damn! It's all my fault! I did it! I made him fuck me!"
Millie sat down on the bed and held the young girl, kissing her, murmuring words of comfort. When she had soothed the girl, she said: "Listen, baby, here's what you do." And she gave Melissa a series of simple instructions. After which, she said: "I have to hurry and get dressed and out of the house. Tell him that Doc called and I had to go back to the store to help out. Okay?"
She stopped at the door and threw her offspring a kiss, pursing her full lips in the hottest looking circle Melissa had ever seen.
"Remember, baby," the mother whispered, "we always have each other. And with or without a man, we can always have fun!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
As it happened, Millie didn't make it out of the house.
She heard the car door slam outside, and heard Frank's feet as he pounded up the back steps. So, she simply rolled away, off her bed, and out of sight.
She was aware that he stopped and peered into her bedroom, and then went up the steps. Where, as she knew, Mel would be ready for him. She needed no invitation, she went to the foot of the stairs to listen.
When Frank stood for a moment in the upstairs hall, swaying slightly from his load of booze, Melissa remained silent. But, when she heard him go into his own room and heard noises of bureau drawers opening, she went in.
Her smooth cheeks were pink, her rosy mouth soft and tender. The man turned as he saw her, and almost forgot what he was doing, her well-stacked young body was so beautiful, her firm titties so kissable, her neat, fat-lipped young cunt so fuckable. He stood still as she came to him, and he moaned when she began undoing his belt, feeling with one hand for his cock. She was moaning, too.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she sobbed, and she was not acting, "Gert phoned and said she saw you-that you said you were moving out!"
She had his pants open, now, and shoved them down, laying her sweet, soft-skinned face against his big cock. Surprisingly, it was half-hard.
"Baby," the man groaned, "don't do this to me! I've gotten us all in a mess! Oh, why in hell can't I leave cunt alone?"
She was stroking his prick, jacking the thick, soft skin back and forth, letting the swelling head press against her ribs, just under one bloated breast. She could smell the sweat and the fuck smells rising from his hairy crotch, and she shivered with the desire to have this long, hard pole of meat stretching her cunt, jabbing deep into her, stirring her sensitive guts.
"It wasn't your fault, Unk," the girl whispered, still with her smooth hand on his peter. Her mouth was hanging open, she was suddenly so hot, and she had tears in her eyes as she whispered: "Please, don't go! Kiss me, Unk. Oh, feel my boobs, feel my pussy!"
Frank felt a wave of solid heat bring him to life. He got his big hand down between Melissa's thighs, his fingers slipping in the clear, thick cunt juice which was throbbing out of the young cunt.
When she moved to the bed, he tried to protest, but she had her mouth pressed on his, and their tongue were entwined.
She turned as she fell on the bed, and managed to get her softly divided rump up to where he could reach it, once she had her legs braced on the floor, her elbows on the bed. She even reached back to guide his prick into her. But he needed no help.
Her firm, smooth rump was strained from her position, her thighs were spread, her hairy, pouting cunt thrust its cushiony lips out invitingly. The flush of her hot blood, that had swollen and reddened her inner lips, had never quite receded. Her incredible scene with her mother, which had left her breathless with desire to suck the mother cunt, and to be sucked, had kept her fires hot.
And now, this moment of contact with Uncle Frank, holding his beautiful, hard cock, had tuned her entire fuck system to its highest pitch. All of which, of course, Frank saw. And more.
He brought his hard cock-how had it gotten hard so quickly?-up to the drooling, softly moving opening of the girl's cunt. He could see old cum juice, dried and flaking off her thighs, some of it on the crisply curled cunt hairs, which looked as if they had been dipped in some pale syrup which had dried and become flaky. Her full, hairy cunt lips were parted by heat, and the shining red slickness of her swollen inner lips, and her hole, the heart of her cunt, seemed to be pulsing with her heartbeat.
With a groan of lust, the tall man dropped to his knees, feeling the girl's smooth legs against her waist. His hands went around her thighs at their thickest point, where they joined her body, and he plunged his mouth as deep into her pussy as he could.
To Melissa, it was another kind of heaven, but just as welcome as his cock. She pushed back, feeling his tongue go in and out of her sensitive fuck hole, and she waggled her ass, trying to get her clit on the man's chin. As he sucked deeply, making her vagina feel as if it were turning inside out, Mel screamed, holding the covers against her mouth as she groaned: "SUCK ME, UNCLE FRANK! OH, THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" Her ass was plunging back against his face. "SUCK HARD! OH, EAT MY CUNT, PLEASE! OHHHH! EAT MY CUNT! MY CUNT! MY CUNT!"
As the hard orgasm surged through Melissa's belly like a tangible ball of molten heat, she fell helpless upon the bed. But, as she turned, the man changed his position, and held her legs high, her cunt still open, wider, because now she was on her back and her legs were spread.
She felt his cock slam into her tenderized cunt, where every surface nerve was aching from her big cum, and the soft rasp of his dick was too much for her. She was still very sensitive from yesterday, this morning, this afternoon. Her first fuck had been only twenty-four hours ago. The surface membranes in her slick channel were raw from so much love, and her hoarse cries as his big prick stretched these sore places almost brought Millie upstairs on the run.
Opening her glazed eyes to look at the man she called, "Uncle," Melissa was shocked and thrilled at the blind bestiality on his usually placid face. She was sore and hurting, but as he fucked into her, the rasping pain turned to heat and more heat, and with her eyes smarting with tears, she began to cum again.
"OH, THAT'S IT, UNK!" she screamed. "YOUR COCK! OH, GOOOOOODDD! FUCK IT INTO ME, UNK! OH! OH! OH! THAT JISM! GIVE ME THAT JISM! OH, POUR THAT PETER INTO ME, UNCLE FRANK! AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
Somehow, in her vital struggle to get every last quarter-inch of his big tool into her, she uncunted him, just as her tight, hard-working pussy had sucked each nerve in his cockhead to its firing point. He was ablaze with lust for the young girl, just as he had been an hour or two ago for her mother, and he staggered to his feet to try to get it into the girl's cunt before his orgasm exploded.
Melissa watched open mouth as the big, purple-red head expanded, and threw herself at it as the first long white rope of his seed shot out.
He was weak in the knees and a little crazy with the desire to shoot this final load into this girl he had known all her life. He fell across her, and felt his cock go into her throat, while at the same time he was blindly fighting to get his face back between her thighs, to suck her cunt as she sucked his cock.
Melissa's throat pained her as the hard organ slammed deep in her throat, but she bent her head back, feeling the big, warm peter actually slide down her gullet, shooting its thick, sticky jism in long, hard throbs. And she held it, her soft hand closed on the stem as he fucked into her. But half her body was giving its attention to her rapid-firing cunt, where Frank licked like a madman.
When he was finished, lying like a corpse on her fuck-bloated titties, the girl softly let his cock slip out of her tender mouth. She was crying, and she turned around so that she could hold his face against her breasts, stroking his sweat-soaked hair.
"Oh, Uncle Frank," she sobbed, "don't ever leave me! Don't ever leave mama! I can't stand it!"
"I can't stand it, either, little baby," the man whispered, closing his eyes to hide his pain. "I never knew what love was until yesterday, when I came here and found you and Millie." His arms were around the thick part of her body, his hands running up and down in the slickened crack of her ass, touching the nervously tight asshole which he had promised to fuck. "I can't stand it, but I've got to. I've got to leave!"
The girl was so soft and warm, her breasts so smooth and heavy as he nuzzled into them. The shot taken at him by young Tolson, the far more painful broadside he had received verbally from old Cap, made Frank writhe in a sort of heart pain, made worse by booze. He worked his fingers into Melissa's streaming cunt, feeling a sense of loss more painful than his mother's death. He had been prepared for that. Now, he had found a treasure and, somehow, it was being snatched away from him. He lay like a child, his head on the girl's breast, and she held his wilting, sticky cock, stroking it gently.
And she was speaking, too, something unbelievable, something a frightened child would love to hear.
"You don't have to lose me, Unk. You don't have to lose mama, either. You don't have to leave, ever, ever, ever!"
He reached back and clutched her smooth arms, his face coming awake. "What do you mean, I don't have to leave?" he asked hoarsely. "Everybody's yakking about you and your mom! Saying terrible things! Ruining you, in this goddam town. I can't stand that!"
"Then make them stop, Uncle Frank," the girl said coolly. "You can shut them all up. You can have me to fuck, and mama. And between the two of us, we can keep you interested, keep your lovely cock up. Won't that be nice?" She was smiling, a warm, grown up smile.
Frank rolled and sat up, looking at her dazedly. "How?" he gasped. "How can we do those things?"
The girl licked her lips, and as he saw her pink tongue, he thought of how she had sucked his cock, tongued his balls. In spite of his pain and grief and confusion, it made a good feeling in his cock. And Melissa, still holding that slippery piece of warm meat, felt it.
"Very simple," she said in a low voice. "Marry my mama. Then, nobody can ever say one goddamn word again. About any of us. You'll be my new daddy. Who can gossip about us then? And mama will go for it, Unk. She loves you, just as much as I do. More, maybe."
He shook his head. "If your mom knew what we'd done-what I did-she'd never marry me," he said sadly. "And she'd know. Or she'd find out. I guess it's no go. But God, how I wish I could!"
There was a soft sound of naked feet in the room, and another soft, warm body threw itself on Frank.
"You old rogue!" Millie cried, wrapping her strong, supple arms around him, rubbing her smooth belly, her leaking cunt, against his back. "I had to listen! Mel thought I was out. But it's all right! Oh, Frank, I'll marry you! And love you forever."
He felt his heart almost bursting out of his breast. The shock of surprise, the release of fear, the banishment of a sharp sense of loss. To know such people! To have such friends, such love! It was more than any man deserved.
He pulled Millie down and the three of them lay together, kissing, touching, feeling.
Mel kissed him with particular tenderness. After all, hadn't she been the prime mover in this happy ending? "Mama knew, Uncle Frank," the girl whispered. "I was going to tell her, but she knew. OOOOHHHH!" she screamed. "Who's that in my cunt? Oh, it's you, mama. Oh, how good that felt."
She squeezed one of her titties, then one of her mother's, as Frank looked on, still dazed from his good fortune, from having his problems solved. And in such a marvelous way.
"I still have some growing to do, I guess," the girl laughed. "I thought my boobs were as good as yours. But they're not. Not even as good as Gert's, I guess." She looked at her mother, her eyes shining. "I've got the best mom in the world," she said. "I told her about Gert and me, Uncle Frank. And you know what? She says we can do that, too. Or we can have Gert, or Sara. Or anybody."
Frank grinned. Let me get used to the two of you, first, he said. "Then we can throw out the furniture and cover the entire floor with mattresses." He kissed Millie, and asked: "How about it, beautiful? Will you marry me?"
The good looking redhead kissed him and stood up. "Not on an empty stomach," she said. "Mel, go downstairs and start dinner. And for goodness' sake, get dressed. Anything I can't stand, it's a naked girl parading around, leaving pussy tracks on my chairs."
She fell beside Frank, looking up at him, holding his lolling prick in her hand, right at her lips. "I'm to hungry to wait, she announced with an exaggerated leer. "Get dinner going, Mel, baby. I'm going to have a little of that rich jism for an appetizer!"
She took the big man's prick in her mouth, feeling warmth flood her as she sucked. It had been the best day of her life.
And Mel, tripping down the stairs, said under her breath: "It worked. Like mama said it would! I'm a lucky girl to have a mama like that."
She thought of Frank, of his big, smooth, hard peter.
She was almost to the kitchen, now, and she had to stop and lean against the door frame as she thought of that thick, hard roll of meat entering her. It gave her a quick slide of cunt muscle up inside her, a tickle of cum juice rolling out from between her puffed-up cunt lips.
"And a new daddy like Uncle Frank," she said aloud. It had been the best day of her life, too.
