Innocence is a word that has come to mean many things, but where young girls are concerned, it means ignorance of sexual matters. The heroine of this tale is the most "innocent" girl in existence. Barely fourteen, she is completely unaware of the facts of life. And because of this ignorance, brought about by her father's insistence, when she does discover sex, she becomes aware of all its joys, but not of the possible consequences. It is only by sheer luck that she avoids either a venereal disease or pregnancy.
In the course of her self-education, Pussycat discovers more than the mere joys of sex. She discovers it can be more enjoyable with someone she loves, even if that someone happens to be a member of her own family, like her brother. And because of this, she develops a fantastic hunger to have a sexual relationship with her father, the one man who has insisted she be kept ignorant and innocent. When she ultimately does have something to do with her father, neither he nor she are aware of it until it's all over. And then, she and she alone becomes aware of it. Her father, who had been drunk at the time, then goes through women like a tornado, trying to find that one great lay, unaware until the very end it's his own daughter.
Such repressed feelings might never have been felt either on the part of the father or the daughter, had each been properly educated. But the father's lack of education led to his insistence of keeping his daughter ignorant, as well. And because of this lack of communication, the incestuous relationship develops until, at the very end, father, mother, sister, and brother are all involved.
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CHAPTER ONE
She was fourteen years old, but was as innocent as the proverbial newborn babe. Only five feet one inch tall, she had short, wavy blonde hair, the color of caramel. Her face was round and pudgy, but there was no fat there. It was a natural roundness. Her grey eyes were large, round, and always questioning. Her nose was short with a slight, very slight uptilt at the end. And she had full lips. They always seemed pursed as if ready to kiss-or-be-kissed.
Her body was as round as her apple cheeks, with an innocent girlishness to it because her breasts were just really coming out. Under her red and white cotton jumper they looked like flower buds preparing to blossom under the Spring sun. Her waist was thin and pinched, but her hips were already rounding out very nicely.
Her name was Katherine, but her parents had always called her "Kat," and the neighbors took to calling her "Pussycat." She loved to dance and listen to music. She also loved being with boys, but no one had dared to touch her. No boy would dream of sullying the pure, innocent, wide-eyed girl. She was excluded from all the sex-education classes, and as a result was as unknowing and pure as she was beautiful. No one uttered curse words when she was around. No one even said "darn" or "heck."
But Pussycat was growing up. The glands in her body were all working, even if she didn't have acne. She was going through puberty, and the chemical changes in her body made her feel grown-up, even if she didn't know what it was all about. She was innocence personified, and would remain innocent for a long time to come, in spite of discovering the wonders and joys of men and boys.
Her first experience came on a Sunday morning. She lived in a simple seven room, two story frame house in an ordinary suburb of middle America. The house had three bedrooms, and all three were occupied. Her parents slept in the master bedroom, her older brother-four years older-slept in the next-largest bedroom, and she had the tiny one. She was very happy in her tiny bedroom. One wall was an outside wall. Two others were corridor walls, which meant her little room was almost sectioned-off from the other rooms, and the fourth wall was a closet wall. Half the wall was a closet in her bedroom, and the other half made up the closet in her brother's bedroom.
The house had two bathrooms. There was the master bathroom always used by her parents. And then there was the other, smaller bathroom which she had to share with her brother.
That Sunday morning, she had gotten up at eight-thirty and had gone to the bathroom. After tending to her needs, she decided it would be a nice time for a shower, and so took off her nightie and, after adjusting the temperature in the stall shower, stepped in.
She was facing the shower wall when her brother stepped into the bathroom. She had forgotten to lock the door as always, and more than once he had surprised her without meaning to. He didn't mean to that particular morning, either. He had a mild hangover, and the sound of the shower went unheard by him as he went to empty his bladder.
Dave looked nothing like his sister. He had black, bushy, almost-afro hair, though his skin was almost alabaster-white. His features were very distinct, with a long, pointy nose, and sallow cheeks. His mouth was always half-open. He was five feet eleven inches tall, and very thin, except for his cock. His prick was a masterpiece no sculptor could hope to imitate, but then Dave had inherited his penis length and breadth from his father's side of the family. His father and uncles all had immense cocks.
He took a long time emptying himself, and as he finished, Pussycat turned off the shower and stepped out to dry herself. Dave had the presence of mind to flush the toilet, but that was all. He stood there looking at her, admiring her budding breasts and curving body, and he salivated. He couldn't help himself. And Pussycat saw a penis for the very first time in her innocent life. Too innocent to be ashamed, she was very curious.
"What's that?" she asked, staring down at the dangling member. "I've never seen anything like that at all."
Fully awake now, Dave felt a multitude of thoughts running through his mind. First, his sister was absolutely beautiful. Even if she wasn't fully developed, she was gorgeous. Second, he decided he wanted to fuck her. Third, he knew his father was asleep not too far away, and therefore didn't dare try, because breaking his sister's cherry might be noisy. But the sight of her was driving him crazy. He had to have her. He just had to do something ... anything.
"That's my cock," he finally told her in a low voice.
"What does it do?" she asked.
"A lot of things," he replied. "First of all, I use it to urinate."
"Gee," she murmured, staring at it. "You can do it standing up. I wish I could do that. I have to sit down. All I have is a hole. See?"
She raised her right leg and put it on the edge of the nearby counter, giving Dave an unobstructed view of her pink little pussy. The blonde hairs first beginning to form around it looked downy-soft. And the pink lips pouted fully, parting just the littlest bit to give him a slight glimpse of the coral interior.
"My gosh!" she said, staring as his thickening penis swelled and hardened into a mighty phallus. "How'd you do that?"
"Willpower," he told her.
"Golly," she murmured, falling to her knees and looking at the thick, helmet-like, purpling glans. "Look how hard and thick and long it is. At first I thought it was just a sort of hose. I mean, you said you used it to water, and I figured it was a kind of watering hose. But now, gosh, it looks like a really solid piece of pipe."
She admired the thick, reddening shaft, and the way blue veins laced their way around the solid pole.
"Can I touch it?" she asked. "Please?"
"Sure," Dave nodded, feeling his heart trip hammer inside.
Pussycat reached out and gently put her fingertips on the wavering boom sticking out from between her brother's thighs. She could feel the interior heat being transmitted to her.
"Wow, that's really hot," she whispered. "And look at the way the funny cap on the end seems to swell up and go down all the time. I wish I had one of these."
Dave felt like telling her she could have his, then and there, right in the tight center of her little twat. But he didn't dare do anything to awaken his parents.
"Look," he whispered, "if I show you something, d'you promise not to tell anyone I showed it to you?"
"A secret?" she marveled. "Golly, I love secrets."
"Come around to the side of me," he told her.
She moved to the side as he instructed.
"Now grab the cock with your whole hand. Grab it tightly."
Pussycat did as she was told, and Dave felt fire soar up inside his body. Her hot little hand was the most arousing thing he'd ever felt. He'd had a few girls in high school and college, but his sister's hand was far more arousing than the cunts of any of them.
"Oooooh, this feels so funny," she whispered. "I can feel it throb inside. I really wish I had one of these for myself."
"Like I said, this is a secret," Dave whispered. "If you don't tell anyone else, I'll let you play with mine."
"How can I play with it?" she asked.
"That's part of the secret. Keep your fist around it nice and tight, now start tugging back and forth."
"Gee," she muttered, jerking on it, "I never really thought the outer skin was so velvet-like. Gosh, this is really something terrific. What's going to happen?"
"Just ... oooohwow ... keep tugging ... Pussycat. Oh gosh that feels so grrrreeeeaaaatttt ..."
Pussycat pulled her brother's phallus back and forth, back and forth, letting her fingers rub the rim of his helmet on each forward pull, then tugging back to the base to feel his dark, wiry hairs. It was on the backstrokes that she became aware of the soft, wrinkled flesh under his penis. She pulled her head around to look and saw his tightening scrotum.
"What's that bag hanging under your cock?" she asked.
"Those ... uuurrrggghhh ... are my ... eeeaaahhh ... balls," he barely squeaked out through gritted teeth. "I'lI'll ... uhhhh ... tell you more ... MMMMMM ... about them ... OOOOH ... another time."
Pussycat enjoyed the feel of the heated stanchion gripped by her little fist. She liked how thick and heavy it felt. More, she enjoyed the pulsations emanating from it. It was alive, something attached to her brother, yet separate.
She noticed colorless fluid seeping out from the tiny hole in its head, and she said, "Davey, are you watering again?"
"Ooooooh ... no, honey ... ARRGGGHHHH ... that's a special oil ... wowwwww ... inside me ... uhhhhh ... that comes out whenever it likes ... ahhhhh ... what's happening ..."
"An awful lot ... ummmmmm ..." her brother admitted.
"This is fun," Pussycat admitted. "But it doesn't seem to be getting us anywhere."
"Okay, Davey," she nodded, staring at the way his penial tip had turned from simple purple to bright magenta.
Pussycat didn't know why, but she was getting the biggest thrill from tugging on her brother's cock. She wondered why he'd never let her do this before. She wondered why her daddy never let her do this. She would have been tempted to ask him had she not promised Davey she'd keep the secret.
"Reach ... ahhhh ... between my thighs ... ooooh ... from behind with ... ohhhh ... your other hand," he instructed. "Rub my balls with your ... ahhhhh ... palm ... oooh shit! This feels so good ..."
Pussycat stopped pulling on her brother's tool and murmured, "Davey, daddy warned you about using dirty words. You shouldn't say things like that."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, honey," he muttered. "I'll never use such words again, but don't stop! Oh please don't stop!"
Her hand tightened around his cock and began pulling harder than ever. She could feel the sensitive throbbings under each fingertip, and found she was enjoying this more and more.
Her other hand moved between her brother's thighs from behind, and, as he'd instructed, she opened her palm and brought it up until she felt the hairy, wrinkled sac resting in her fingers.
"EEEEyipe!" her brother exclaimed, and clamped his hand over his mouth.
She felt his thighs tighten, locking her hand between them. It didn't really bother her. In fact, she kind of liked it. And she could feel his balls throbbing, as well. The sac was tightening all the more as her right hand continued pulling on the solid staff of cock. She forced her left hand a little higher, closing her fingers around his balls, and she felt him shudder.
This was really a lot of fun. She didn't know why, but something in her body was acting funny, urging her to tug harder and squeeze the balls more. Whatever that something inside her was, it was hotter than the water she'd used while taking a shower. It was as hot as her brother's stiff cock.
She felt his entire body was shuddering, now. Poor Davey! She felt so sorry for him. Why was he shaking so terribly?
She pressed her face into his thigh, kissing it, hoping this would make him feel better. All it did was make him shake more.
She squeezed his balls a little tighter. They felt so delicate. She was afraid she would hurt him if she squeezed too hard. She didn't want to do that. She wouldn't hurt her brother for anything.
The pressure on his balls seemed to make him tremble so violently, she was afraid. He was whimpering, and had a fist crammed into his mouth, as if to keep himself from shouting. She wanted to stop, but his body communicated an urgency to her to continue, and so her right hand kept on pumping, her left hand continued squeezing, and her lips constantly branded heated kisses against his thigh.
She saw his other hand reach down and grip the edge of the counter as his entire lower half began pumping back and forth, countering the movement of her fist. Her brother was going mad.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" she heard him say in a strangled voice.
She was afraid. Why should Davey be like this? Was he suffering some kind of fit? She had read about the Pharaoh's of ancient Egypt suffering all kinds of fits.
She knew it was all because of the way her right hand was pumping his cock. Yet she also instinctively knew he didn't want her to stop under any circumstances.
Poor Davey. Poor, poor Davey. Why was he enduring this suffering if it bothered him so?
The heavy phallus in her fist seemed to swell even more, now. She turned her head to look at it and saw the head was a mottled violet, almost to the point of being black. She could sense the rest of his body tightening, and then she felt the funny, twitching pulsations moving from the heel of her right hand along the palm, up to the base of her forefinger.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'M COMING ..." she heard the strangled cry of her brother, and then she saw the whitish puddles splatter against the back of the toilet seat. The jets of liquid were shooting from her brother's swollen penis in constant, ragged spurts. She heard his strong intake of breath as his body stiffened like a steel girder. Continuous splashes of the whitish ointment either hit the back of the toilet seat or fell into the water below.
"Ahhhhh," she heard Davey sigh. "Oh, Pussycat, that felt so goddamned good. It felt so great."
"Davey, you promised not to say bad words."
"You're right honey, you're right. I'm sorry. I really am."
"What is that stuff?" she asked, still tugging on her brother's oversensitive penis, feeling it suddenly begin to soften.
"That's the secret," he whispered. "It's a special treat for girls manufactured inside my balls. The only way you can get the stuff out is to rub my penis the way you did."
"But what's so good about it?" Pussycat wanted to know.
Opening his thighs, he released her left hand, then reached down with his own hand and took a drop from the tip of his cock with his finger. Holding the finger to her precious lips, he said, "Here! Taste it."
Pussycat looked up at her brother as if he were crazy. Did he really think she would taste something coming out of his watering hose? But then, he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. He wouldn't ask her to taste something if he wasn't sure she'd like it.
Heck! Why not?
She stuck her tongue out and licked it off his finger. Sucking it into her mouth, she rolled it around on her tongue, and at her brother's urging, swallowed it.
"It's not bad," she admitted. "But I can take it or leave it."
"It's something you learn to like; an acquired taste."
"Oh," she nodded, and with her tongue licked a drop from his tip.
CHAPTER TWO
It has been an interested experience for Pussycat. Moreover, it was something she thought she liked. She thought, but she wasn't sure. After all, she'd had funny feelings in her own body, but after Davey had been gratified, her own feelings had persisted. She wasn't sure she liked that. There ought to be a way to get rid of those funny feelings inside her, as well.
She wanted to say something to Davey, but didn't know how to go about it. Besides, after checking to make sure no one else had heard them, Davey had quietly left the bathroom.
It must be wonderful to have a cock, she thought. Look at all the marvelous things one could do with one. But if what Davey had told her was true, then she would have to acquire a taste for that white stuff that came spurting out, as well. She didn't really dislike it. And maybe she'd learn to love it, just as Davey had predicted.
Did all men have the same kind of white stuff? If so, did the stuff taste the same from all men? It was barely possible she didn't really like Davey's, but might like that of another man.
Davey seemed to enjoy her tasting his stuff even more than she. When she'd licked that drop from the head of his deflated cock, her tongue lightly brushing the tip, Davey had shuddered again. Why? What had she done that was so special?
Her curiosity had been aroused, and she wouldn't be satisfied until she had the answers to all her questions. But she had to do it in such a way as to keep her daddy from finding out. Not only that, but if she experimented with other men, it would have to be with men who would not tell on her. This was a secret.
Pussycat had those questions continue to burn inside her for quite a few weeks. She didn't have the courage to approach any other man and ask the questions. Though every male on the block and in the neighborhood would have given ten years of his life to fuck her, none dared approach her because her father was six feet three inches tall and weighed two hundred and forty pounds, and every ounce of it was muscle.
The funny feelings inside her own body wouldn't go away, either. She had to talk to someone about it, and the only person, she decided, was brother Davey.
One Thursday afternoon, she came home from school and found Davey doing some college homework. Her mother had gone shopping and wouldn't be back for at least two hours, and her father was working. She was alone in the house with Davey. So she went to his room.
"Davey," she said, "you and I have to talk."
He looked up at her and blushed. Every time he saw her he blushed, now. He'd felt guilty about that day in the bathroom, and though he knew he would never forget it, he had decided it would be better not to repeat it.
But Pussycat looked so sad, and when she explained how she felt inside, Davey said, "There is a way, I think, to get rid of the feeling, but I can't promise anything."
"Davey, you caused this. You have to stop it somehow," she whined.
"Okay, okay," he nodded. "But we have to take our clothes off."
"Do I have to pull on your cock again?"
"No, honey," he assured her. "This time you won't have to jerk me off. This time we can relax and not hurry."
"Did we hurry the last time?" she wanted to know.
"Well, we wanted to keep it a secret from mom and dad, so it was kinda difficult to relax with them in the house. But right now we're alone, and I think you're gonna like what I have in mind."
"I didn't mind pulling on your cock," she assured him. "It's just that it got me so worked up, and if I did it again, I'd just get more worked up."
"Relax, Pussycat," he whispered. "This time big brother's gonna see what he can do to make you feel good."
"If you do that, then I'll pull on your cock any time you want me to."
"First get undressed, honey."
"Why?"
"Because you have such a lovely body, and I'd like to look at it. After all, I'm gonna have to work on it to get rid of your jitters."
"Okay, Davey."
It took less than a minute for the both of them to strip down. Pussycat noticed her brother had a very lean, hard body, and it was covered with a lot of hair. She also noticed his straining penis was hard all over again. She was tempted to ask if it was always hard like that, but remembered how it had deflated after shooting out those white puddles.
Even as she stared she felt herself becoming more and more shaken up inside. She was very nervous, though she didn't know why.
She saw Dave staring at her with his half-open mouth expression, not able to understand the lust he felt for her. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, staring at her budding breasts, zooming in on the expanding aureole and enlarging nipples. They were round, starting to jut out nicely, and up until this very moment they were untouched by masculine human hands.
His eyes fell to her cunt, a puffy round ball with a split in the middle. He remembered seeing it that Sunday when she'd raised a leg to show him how different she looked between her thighs compared to his own protruding penis. Now he was looking at it again with even more lust.
Pussycat's eyes shone with eagerness, looking forward to feeling good again. The nervousness had interfered with her school work, and had all but ruined her appetite. She wanted and needed something to take the feeling away from her. But that feeling was expanding in her as she continued staring at Dave's body. She had no idea why the sight of him did this to her, and her curiosity became piqued.
Dave motioned for her to lie on his bed. She smiled, then nodded, knowing her brother was going to help her. Lying down, she let him part her thighs even wider.
"Pussycat," he whispered, "I want you to trust me, honey. Just relax as best you can, and enjoy what you feel. Okay?"
"Sure, Davey," she nodded, shivering a little, anticipating the unknown, looking forward to it.
He reached out and placed both palms very lightly on her swelling tits. The pressure of her nipples as they enlarged and cut into his palms made him quiver, but Pussycat shook all the more. His hands pressed a little harder, and she began breathing heavier, making her tits move up and down all the faster. This, in turn, made him gasp.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured. "God! You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world."
"Am I really, Davey?" she asked, opening her wide, innocent eyes all the more, increasing the look of purity on her face.
Davey felt as if he were going to sully a saint. Yet the whole perverseness of it only served to increase his carnal desire. He wanted to take away that innocence. Girls were meant to be fucked, not worshipped. And if his sister was the most beautiful female of them all, she should be fucked most of all.
But not yet. He couldn't bring himself to do it, yet.
Pussycat stared at her brother's face as it came closer, watching his eyes approach hers as his nose tilted a little to the side. She could feel the heat of his breath as it wafted across her lips, and then his mouth was lightly pressing against hers. Well, why not! He was Davey, her wonderful brother, and if he wanted to kiss her, why shouldn't he? He had never kissed her this way before, but it was nice. As the pressure of his lips increased against the softness of hers, Pussycat found the entire idea very romantic. She writhed her precious body a little, making her nipples cut all the harder into the center of Davey's palms. His fingers gripped her titties a little more tightly and she heard him gasp as his lips opened a little while still pressed against hers. The heated feeling inside her grew to greater proportions, and she soon realized she was all aflame inside. It was the most wonderful discomfort she had ever known. His tongue licked her sweet lips lightly, causing another tremor to pass through her body. She parted her own lips and felt the tickly feeling as the tip of his tongue slid into her mouth, tantalizing the inside of her upper lip, then reversed direction and rubbed against the inner lower lip. He teased her gums very lightly, and she found it was all so new and delightful, making tingles run through her entire body. She wiggled even more, only to feel heavy pressure as his hands flattened themselves against her swelling boobies.
Now Davey was biting her lips, but ever so gently and tenderly, making her quiver with excitement and delight. She felt him purse his lips and actually start sucking her lips and tongue the way a bee takes nectar from a flower.
Slowly, still pressing on her titties with his hands, he lifted his lips from hers, then carefully, lingeringly, he used the tip of his tongue to trace patterns on her throat, and in the hollows of her shoulders. His thumbs were now pressing on her bud like nipples, and she realized she was shuddering and quaking and burning all the more.
"D ... D ... Davey," she said, quaking. "Y ... You p ... promised to t ... take away this funny feel ... ling. It ... it ... it's ...s ...s ...s ... stronger."
"Don't worry," she heard him whisper. "It's like a fever. It has to run its course. I'm just making it run all the faster. You'll see. It'll break and you'll be all right."
Of course she would be all right. Davey loved her. He would never lie to her.
"OH!!!" she yelped, when she felt Davey's mouth close lightly around the right tittie. His hand was now lightly rubbing her haunch, while his other hand was tickling her belly. His lips compressed gently around the nipple, and she could feel the texture of his lips as they pulled, making her blood boil so that the nipple really began to swell as it never had before. It enlarged in his mouth, and the pressure of the blood pumping into it seemed to make her round little tit swell a bit more. It was as if his sucking caused her tits to grow the littlest bit.
Pussycat knew her brother was right. There definitely was a raging fever coursing through her body. And if it continued increasing its temperature at its present rate, the fever would have to break.
Her nipples were like vibrating antennae, sensitively picking up the tingles emitted by his lashing tongue as it slurped first against the right nipple, then the left nipple. Wave after wave of some wonderful feeling seemed to be running around inside her, mingling with the heat.
After what seemed like an eternity, his tongue left her nipples and began licking down her belly. It was a firm belly, only slightly rounded, and she shivered when she felt his tongue lick into the navel. Her body began to twist and little, then turn back. She couldn't help herself. Davey's tonguing was driving her crazy. It was shudderingly good.
She felt him start to lick her belly under her navel, and was surprised to feel his tongue move even lower down. He was licking even lower than the line of her bikini bathing suit bottom. His tongue was spiraling all over her flesh, making greater surges of heat pump their way through her. It felt like fine, wet sandpaper moving over a surface of smooth velvet as his tongue continued lapping her delicate belly. It felt as if he was trying to lightly scrape a razor flatly across her silken flesh.
Slowly, very slowly, his hot, wet tongue licked into the juncture where her right thigh connected to her torso. She began trembling so strongly he had to stop for a moment to make sure she was all right. Once she assured him she was, he continued, and she used all her willpower not to close her thigh. She felt his tongue slice like a wet knife into the crevice as it fell almost to her buttock. Then his tongue suddenly leaped the gap of her trembling cunt and inserted itself into the crevice between her left thigh and her body, wickedly licking up and down, up and down, making her tense her entire body.
She felt wetness oozing from her slit. At first she thought she had accidentally tinkled, but her brother was quick to assure her it wasn't so.
"Remember that drop of stuff you saw bubble out of the head of my cock?" he asked.
"Y ... yes." She nodded timidly.
"Well you have the same kind of oil inside you. And now it's coming out of you. Don't worry about it. Look!"
And she almost literally hit the ceiling when she felt his finger swipe through her delicate labial folds, scooping up a quantity of the sticky flow. It was as if lightning had hit her between her thighs.
"DAVEY!!!" she screamed. "Oh, Davey! What did you do just then."
"Did I hurt you, honey?" he asked, anxiously.
"Oh, oh no! It was wonderful. It was really wonderful."
"See," he said, showing her his glistening finger. "See how sticky the stuff is. If it was pee, it wouldn't be either sticky or slippery the way it feels when I rub this finger against another finger. It's pussy oil."
"Pussycat oil," she corrected, giggling.
"Oil from Pussycat's pussy," he said, smiling. "This wonderful pink flower between your thighs is your pussy, your cunt, your twat. And it's from here that all those funny feelings come. See?" And he rubbed his finger up and down in her creaming crack again. Once more she leaped up from the bed.
"Like it?" he asked, running a fingertip lightly around the edge of her left labial rim.
"It's ... so ... shivery and ... goosepimply," she told him.
"But do you like it?"
"Oh yes, Davey. Oh yes. I love it."
"Spread your thighs very wide, now," he told her, and she opened her legs as wide as she could.
Slowly, very slowly, he pressed his fingertip into her tight hole. She writhed madly, but kept her legs wide apart, feeling his finger separate her inner labia, then part the walls of her seething cunt. Pussycat felt the finger sliding in, and all kinds of heavenly sensations shuddered through her. She continued bouncing her body, pushing it farther and farther along the length of her brother's finger. It slid back and forth inside her, moving tightly, feeling the resistance of her tissues. She sighed and gasped all at the same time, wondering how a girl could feel so many things race through her body all at once.
"Like it?" Davey asked, kissing her thigh.
"Uh-huh!" was all she could say as she continued bouncing.
"This is called finger-fucking," he whispered.
But Pussycat was too caught up in the thrill of it all to listen to what he was saying. Her body moved up and down at rapid speed, completely beyond her own control. She didn't know how she was moving since her mind wasn't willing her to do so, yet her body continued pumping along the finger until she suddenly felt a sharp sting. It wasn't strong enough to overpower the thrills continuing to course through her, but it was sharp enough to break through her reverie and start her conscious mind working again.
"Davey!" she squealed, as her body continued moving, "You HURT me!"
"Oh my gosh," he said, slowing sliding his finger out of her and looking at it. Except for her secretions, it was clean. "I touched your cherry," he whispered. "When the time comes, it'll have to be broken. That might hurt a little."
"Davey, I don't want to be hurt today, not even a little. I asked you to help me get rid of this funny feeling, and all you did was make it an awful lot stronger. Please, Davey. Please help me."
"Sure," he nodded, kissing her belly. "I'll help get rid of the funny feeling right now. Okay?"
"Love you," she whispered in her girlish voice, and he knew there was no way he'd be pushing his thick cock into her tight little quim that day.
Pulling her loins up to his shoulders, he felt their silkiness brush against his cheeks. He was glad he's shaved earlier in the day, to keep his beard from scratching her.
Pussycat stared down at her brother through half-closed eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, and he decided she looked more sexy than ever. Her arms were flopped out on either side of her, and she shuddered when she felt his hands slide up along her belly until they could grab onto the budding protrusions of her young titties. She felt his thumbs scrape along the nipples, but that sensation was totally overwhelmed when she saw his bushy head slide down, out of sight between her thighs. And suddenly his cold, wet tongue was placing itself into the cauldron of her seething cunt. It slurped its way along the length of her hot gash, staring at the bottom, and slowly, very slowly licking up between the pouting slices, tickling both outer labia at once until it reached the top.
"DAVEY!!!" she yelled again. "Oh Davey, it's terrific! Don't stop it now!"
Stop? If a flash fire suddenly broke out in the room he wouldn't have stopped. Had the house collapsed he wouldn't have stopped. If the earth had opened and swallowed them up he wouldn't have stopped. The sticky, tight pussy walls were ambrosia, and her dripping cunt water was nectar. She had the sweetest cunt he could ever hope to know. Hell! She had the tastiest, most delicious vagina any cuntlapper could desire.
His tongue, plunging in and out of her, made Pussycat continue her squealing, but by some miracle she had just enough presence of mind to press an arm against her mouth so her squeals couldn't be heard outside the bedroom. She felt the slick, slithery object shoot its way more than three inches into her broiling center, then just as suddenly it pulled out. In and out, in and out. Stars twinkled in front of her eyes as she felt the glorious way her brother was tongue-fucking her. Yes, it would be called tongue-fucking. If what he did with his finger was finger-fucking, this had to be tongue-fucking. And it was something unbelievable. It had to be experienced to be understood.
Her humid tunnel was a pool of vibrating goodness. All the walls which had been a rich pink now turned a deep red as blood filled all the inner capillaries. Her body arched up again and again, only to slam down on the bed as his tongue kept a cadent beat, plunging in and out.
She felt him trying to shove his tongue in as far as possible, as if trying to reach her cherry. But it couldn't extend quite that far, no matter how hard he tried.
Her soft, snowy-white thighs clamped tightly against his face while his fingers continued pressing against the buttons of her oversensitive nipples. Every once in a while she felt one of his hands slide down to cup one of her asscheeks and squeeze it, and that also enhanced the sensations as his tongue continued slipping back and forth.
When Pussycat was certain there was no more she could feel, his tongue suddenly withdrew from her steaming slot and rubbed flatly against her quivering clitoris. Smaller than the head of a pin, it suddenly enlarged and grew to where it was as large as a sequin. From being hidden behind folds of membrane it suddenly emerged and grew until she felt it extend a full eighth of an inch away from her body. She could feel her brother's hot, squirmy tongue, trying to wrap itself around the extension and realized she did have a kind of cock after all. The way her brother's lips pulled on it, she could tell it had a minihead on it, more than a little sensitive. It made her wonder if she could shoot any kind of white stuff from it. If she did, it would be straight into her brother's mouth. But then she remembered tasting his. It hadn't been bad at all. Warm, it would probably taste better. So if she had any fluid to shoot from her microscopic cock, he would probably love it. After all, he was the one who told her she would have to acquire a taste for such things. How would he know unless he, himself, had already acquired a taste for whatever it was that came out of girls.
She felt his tongue flatten itself against her clitoris and rub up and down, up and down, much the way her hand had tugged on her brother's cock that Sunday morning in the bathroom.
"I ... feel ... something," she told him, and her voice seemed to urge his tongue on, making it work faster.
Now it slid against her shuddering clit, then moved into the center of her hot cunt, probing as far in as it could go for a short instant, then once again it withdrew and rubbed her aching clit. It was wonderful.
"Davey!" she shouted. "Davey, what's happening! I feel so crazy, oh Davey, Davey, Davey. Do it, keep on doing it ... oh yes, yes, yes ... lick me there ..."
And his tongue continued plunging in and out, then massaging her clitoris until she felt she would blow her mind. This was wonderful. Why didn't she know of this before? Why had everyone kept all this secret from her?
She didn't know why, but she reached down with both hands and pushed Davey's face against her burning crotch. Something was about to happen. She didn't know what it was, but she suspected her "fever was about to break."
"AAHHHHH!" she shouted. "Davey, what's ... happpppppennnnninnnnnggggg???"
She bucked madly on the bed, crushing his face between the warm silkiness of her thighs as she rubbed her squirting cunt into her brother's mouth. She could feel his tongue licking out all her juices, swallowing them. Whatever this feeling was, it overpowered her completely. She vibrated and shuddered, yet her conscious mind managed to remain clear and enjoy every last little bit of sensation. One shot after another rocketed through her until finally, after what seemed like forever, the feelings began to calm down. The fever had broken. She felt good.
CHAPTER THREE
Golly, but it had felt good. Pussycat hadn't imagined anything in the whole world could feel this good. She wondered why all her other fevers couldn't have been broken the same way.
Davey's cock was still hard, and she could see it twitch as it throbbed. She wanted to do something for him, as well. But the sound of the key in the downstairs door immediately put such thoughts out of both their minds. Their mother was returning home from shopping, early.
Pussycat gathered up all her clothing and hurried into the bathroom while Davey had to get dressed in his own room. Poor Davey! He had that wicked hardness in his big cock, and she understood he probably felt a "fever" inside just as she had felt, earlier.
Something was happening inside her. She realized it the following night when she woke up and felt a slight touch of the same "fever" Davey had first brought on her, and later relieved. She knew she couldn't go to Davey's room with her parents home. She also knew she couldn't get Davey to come into her room, or even get him into the almost-soundproofed bathroom. She tried rubbing her own fingers into her little slit, but it didn't even leak. It stayed dry and tight, and all she succeeded in doing was getting herself hotter than ever. It took her nearly two hours to fall asleep after that. And that wasn't right. If it hadn't been for her promise to Davey, she would have talked to her father about it.
She wanted to talk to Davey about it the following day, but when she returned home from school, she learned from her mother that Davey had gotten a scholarship to another college, and in order for him not to miss too much class work, he'd had to leave immediately. It was an out-of-town college, which meant she wouldn't be seeing her brother until the Christmas holiday, though this was only mid-September.
However, Pussycat's depression was not to last too long.
That Saturday night, her parents threw one of their family parties. A lot of her aunts and uncles came over. And the most interesting uncle of all was Uncle Mike, her father's youngest brother. Uncle Mike was only five feet eight inches tall, but he was handsome, with a trim, compact, hard body which he kept in shape by working out at his local gym four times a week. He was the manager of the branch office of a large insurance company, and everybody who worked for him liked him. In fact, everybody who knew him liked him. Uncle Mike hadn't an enemy in the world ... except for John Barleycorn, or any other kind of alcoholic beverage. Uncle Mike couldn't hold his liquor.
So it was that Uncle Mile, because he was unable to drink-drank! And by eleven o'clock he was totally smashed.
Realizing he had to sleep off his drunk in the next three or four hours, Mike went upstairs to the bedrooms. He stumbled into Pussycat's bedroom, collapsed in a chair in the corner of the room, and was out. And in the bed across the room, Pussycat was fast asleep. She was too young to be allowed to attend her parents' party, anyway.
Two hours later, Mike woke up. He was still slightly snookered, but he was able to make out the bed. He was also able to make out the female form, asleep in the bed. She had kicked the covers off. He recognized Pussycat because of a beam of a street lamp coming in through the window and falling across her face. She was his brother's pure, innocent little girl. God! Did she ever look pure. Did girls like that ever get laid? Maybe, but he was willing to bet they never did things like putting cocks in their mouths. They were too clean for anything like that.
Shit! Wouldn't it be something to be able to shove his tool between those kissable lips. Wouldn't it really be something to watch that innocent face with its mouth surrounding his cock. That'd be the greatest sight in the whole world. That'd be terrific.
Standing up, he lurched across the room and actually fell on top of her. He expected her to wake up screaming, but she didn't. In fact, she only half woke up, and then for a moment. She wrapped her arms around his head tightly, pulled his face to hers, and gave him a kiss, automatically sticking her tongue between his lips the way Davey had done to her. When she felt the one she was kissing respond, she kissed even harder. She was certain Davey had come back from school.
Seconds passed and she felt the thick tongue wash through her mouth none too delicately. Davey would never kiss like that. Davey kissed softly, lightly, pleasurably. The lips on hers and the tongue moving through her mouth were doing so, anxiously. The tongue was hard and thrusting, fighting with her tongue rather than caressing it.
Slowly she opened her eyes and realized she definitely wasn't kissing Davey. When he pulled back for a moment she recognized Uncle Mike, and she felt a sudden surge of heat blast through her. Uncle Mike was here to help her. He would help get rid of her anxiety.
"Hi," she whispered, smiling at him.
"Hi," he whispered back. "I'm a little ... soused. D'you mine?"
"Gosh, no! That's okay. I'm glad you're here."
"You are?" he asked, sitting on the bed. "How come?"
"D'you know how to tongue-fuck a cunt?" she asked, innocently.
The question came close to sobering him up. He stared at her, unable to believe such words had come from this pure little girl.
"Honey, d'you know what you're saying?" he asked.
"Sure," she nodded. "I have a sort of fever, Uncle Mike. I was kind of hoping you'd help me get rid of it. I mean, you've always been good to me before, and I thought you might be willing to do this favor for me."
"Oh yeah, sure. Favor. Right!"
She was something, this sweet, angelic, innocent-looking thing. God! He had been ready to use force if necessary. Now all he had to worry about was being caught in the act by someone coming up from downstairs. Christ! He wanted so much to see how she looked with her mouth stuffed with his cock.
"Pussycat," he whispered, "I have a fever, too. If you get rid of mine, I'll be more than happy to get rid of yours."
"Gosh, sure, Uncle Mike. D'you want me to pull on your cock?"
"Well, that might do for openers."
"Take it out, huh. I can't do anything if it's in your pants."
"Look honey, this has to be a secret."
"Oh sure. I know that."
Hey, she was a special kind of angel, all right. She was a real doll. God! How he wished he could take off his pants and shove his cock into her tight little twat. His balls were already aching. Jesus! She was so gorgeous.
As he lowered his zipper, he heard a wisp of sound. Turning, he saw she had taken off her nightie. God! She was gorgeous. She was absolutely stunning. Her small, perfectly formed, rounded tits were lovely. He could hardly wait to see what they would look like when they were fully developed. In the light from the street lamp, she looked like a little golden doll.
"Pussycat, you're very beautiful," he murmured.
"You're the first grownup man who's said so. Gee, I feel kind of funny."
"Don't. You're absolutely lovely," he told her, turning to face her.
"Wow!" she gasped, staring at his cock.
Davey's had been big, but it was nothing compared to her uncle's. Wow! It must have been a good eight and a half inches long and almost three inches around. Wow!
"What is it?" Mike asked, scared for a moment.
"That's a beautiful cock," she whispered, "It really is."
"You sound like you're some kind of expert on cocks."
"Well, not really. I've only seen one other."
"No kidding."
"Honest. But I promised not to say who it was. You know what I mean."
"Sure honey. You're good at keeping secrets. Tell me, did he ever fuck you?"
"He finger-fucked me, and he tongue-fucked me. How else can one fuck?"
"With this," her uncle said, waving his cock in front of her face, letting her see the drop forming on the tip. "The right way to fuck is to stuff something like this in you."
"Where, in me?"
"In your ... uhhhh ... pussy."
"Golly. No kidding! No wonder men and women are made like this. You mean that thick cock actually fits into a pussy. I never realized that."
"My God! Didn't you learn anything in school?"
"Not about that."
"Christ! Your education has been sadly neglected."
"Well gosh, I'm always willing to learn. Especially about cock-fucking."
"Just fucking, honey, just fucking. With a finger it's finger-fucking. With a tongue it's tongue-fucking. But with a cock it's just fucking."
"And it's really such a nice cock, too," Pussycat murmured, and reaching out, touched the drop of slick oil with her finger. She wiped it off the shuddering purple head of her uncle's cock and brought it to her mouth.
Before either could say a word, they heard a voice saying, "Mike must be upstairs sleeping it off."
"Yeah, well, let's make sure he didn't wander off somewhere and get lost," the voice of Pussycat's father said.
Pussycat ducked under her covers, pulling them tightly around her neck. Mike found he couldn't stuff his cock back into his pants. It had grown much too large. Seeing the folded bedspread on the nearby dressing table stool, he grabbed it, opened it, and covered himself as he flopped down in the chair again, turning so his back was to the door and he was facing the wall.
The hall light went on, and two pairs of feet came up the stairs. It was Pussycat's father and Mike's wife, Cynthia.
"He's there all right, fast asleep in the chair," Cynthia said, peering into the bedroom. "You sure it's all right to leave him here with your daughter?"
"Hey, what could happen?" Tom Wallace, Pussycat's father, asked. "The door's wide open. Besides, he's my brother, her uncle. And Mike's always been a nice guy. He wouldn't do nothin' t'hurt my kid."
"True," Cynthia nodded. "Let him sleep a little while longer."
"Hey," Tom said to her, "you wanna go see my bedroom?"
"Anything special in there for me to see?" she asked.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Somethin' real special."
"Well then, let's go."
And the two went into the master bedroom, shutting the door behind them after turning off the hall light.
"What's daddy going to do with Aunt Cynthia?" Pussycat asked, sitting up.
"Well maybe he's got a fever, too," Uncle Mike explained.
"Gee, that's nice of Aunt Cynthia. You mean she's going to pull on his cock?"
"No, she'll probably take it in her cunt."
"I'll bet that feels even nicer for both of them."
"It feels terrific," her uncle told her. "Could we try it?"
"Not now, honey. You still have a cherry. I'd have to break it, if you know what I mean. It might hurt."
"Well then, what can we do?" she asked, as he got up and walked over to her bed again.
"You could take it in your mouth," he suggested, half afraid she would become revolted.
"That's not a bad idea, if you promise to lick my pussy, afterward."
"Promise," he breathed, shuddering with anticipation. "But you also have to suck my balls."
"Will that help break the fever?" she asked.
"Oh, you bet," her uncle assured her.
"Gee, this sounds like it should be a lot of fun."
"Sure, honey. Here, I'll pull them out and you can go to work."
"No, Uncle Mike. Let me."
Mike shivered as Pussycat reached into his fly and pulled out a heavy pair of dangling testicles.
"Gosh, they sure feel heavy," she murmured, blowing on them. Mike shuddered even more, almost strangling as he swallowed his own spit.
Sighing softly, Pussycat cradled both weighty balls, her large eyes staring at them as if they were holy objects. In the light of the street lamp they were hard to see, and she had to crane her head forward. This she did, planting kisses on the scrotum, lightly pressing her lips against it. She kissed the sac softly, using her hand to keep the zipper from cutting into the underside.
Mike was shivering, almost unable to stand. The hot pressure of her angel's lips on his balls made his knees turn to water. God! Did this kid have a mouth. She was really working with it.
Pussycat took her soft mouth from his prong and whispered, "Lie on the bed, Uncle Mike. It'll be easier if you do."
So he lay down, feeling the warmth where her body recently lay, and Pussycat found she had a better grip on his cock. When his balls began slipping inside his pants, she opened his pants and got to them a little easier, though he wouldn't let her pull his pants down.
"Kiss those balls," she heard his whispered voice beg. "Kiss them and lick them and suck them."
"Glmpppphhhh ..." Pussycat replied, opening her mouth and taking the entire sac in at once.
She let her tongue roll over the entire hairy sac, licking both balls.
"Thatta girl, Pussycat," he murmured. "Suck them good."
His hand was resting lightly on her head, caressing her, gently urging her on. Pussycat loved the rich, meaty taste of his leathery sac, and sucked avidly, letting the balls roll around in her mouth, one at a time. She thrilled to how delicate they felt in their container. She licked and lapped, finding the many wrinkles and pressing the point of her tongue into each of them. Her tongue fluttered crazily, like the wings of a moth, titillating each testicle in turn. She felt her pink tongue stretch and reach until she was almost licking his asshole. Had his underwear not been in the way, she would have plunged her tongue right in there, as well.
"Oh God!" she heard him whisper, and it let her know he was happy with what she was doing. Her mouth had proven deceptive. Her licking tongue was longer than he'd believed. Her pressure was far greater than he'd thought she could apply without hurting him. She was a crazy, sex-hungry, cock-starved bitch.
She wanted to taste his sperm. To do that, she would have to jerk on his prong with her lips the way she'd pulled on Davey's with her hand. Would that gray stuff taste different with Uncle Mike? She hoped so. She so desperately wanted to like it.
Now her mouth opened and her pink lips formed a circle with a deep, dark hollow inside. Slowly, very slowly, her mouth closed over the throbbing head of the swollen phallus. Her tongue pressed against the underside, feeling the knotty area where the folded glans came together. It was hot and heavy, and as her pursed lips pressed on the spongy head, she could feel it expand. Sticky droplets of cock oil touched her tongue, making the meaty knob in her mouth feel even smoother.
She sucked, swallowing some of the viscous fluid, and decided she could really learn to like this. When her uncle's hand touched her cheek, pressing it inward, she knew he wanted her to take more of his wang into her leeching little mouth.
The thickness of his heavy cock was fantastic. It stretched her lips to their limit, making her hum in her throat. The added vibrations coming from her vocal chords transmitted themselves to his penial tip, and she heard him gasp.
"Suck, you sweet girl," she heard him whisper. "Suck as if it's the tastiest candy you ever enjoyed. Suck and suck and keep right on sucking."
And suck she did, letting another inch of thick meat pass between her pursed lips. Her tongue rubbed strongly on the underside, making Uncle Mike writhe madly.
Her uncle's hands slid down her throat to her chest, reaching for, and finally grabbing, her nipples. His fingers tightened around the enlarging pink studs and pressed hard, making her feel more of the fever she had come to know and love. She wriggled and sucked in another inch of flavorful penis, enjoying the way her uncle built up the heat inside her. She let him slide yet another inch into the hot, liquid sanctuary of her sucking mouth, and all the while her tongue licked furiously. How much of it could she take? The head was almost on the back of her tongue now, and her uncle had a few more inches to go. Was there any possible way she could take it all?
"Mmmmmmm ... armmmm ... uurrrmmmm ..." she moaned, ecstatic at being able to take so much of it already.
Her sharp little teeth pressed on the bole for a moment, and she felt him release her tits, grab her hair, and whisper, "No teeth, no teeth. They hurt. Just your tongue and your lips."
Breathing heavily, Pussycat took her teeth off the solid bole and pressured her lips around it again. She was rewarded by a long, loud sigh.
He pushed a little harder, keeping his hands on the back of her head. Now she felt the blunted head of his pulsating prick press against her throat from inside. She wanted to gag, to cough, to choke, to tell him he was in too far, but she realized he was pressing on her head with his hands, pushing his thick dingus even deeper.
"Aggggghhhhhh ... kkkkaaaachhhhkkkk ..." she gutturally grunted, feeling a temporary nausea overtake her.
She almost fainted, and in so doing, completely relaxed her gullet muscle. Her tiny throat seemed to open as he slowly introduced the head of his seething cock into it. It sank deeper and deeper, and she realized the entire glans was now far into her esophagus. She could feel the pulsations deep in her throat, pressing against her pharynx.
She tightened her fingers a little, suddenly realizing she was still caressing her uncle's scrotum. He shuddered and humped himself forward one more time, shoving upward while pressing down on her head with his hand, and the entire solid cock was locked inside her mouth with her throat muscles dancing along the rubbery, flanged head.
His fingers entwined themselves in her pretty blonde hair, and he began tugging, pulling her head up, letting the heaviness slide out of her throat, moving from the back of her mouth, along her tongue, until the fluted point was lodged just inside her lips. Then he rammed her head down again, making her swallow the heavy flesh thickness all over again.
She decided then and there she liked it. She liked it a lot. With almost no urging from her uncle, she began to do the movements herself. Her head rose to the top of his hard, seething cock, then slid right back down, sucking the full length of it into her mouth as she pressed the knob into her throat.
Her fingers opened and closed around his tightened balls, as her pursing lips also tightened despite being stretched. Her tongue pressed hard as it rubbed and licked.
This was fun. She remembered how avidly her brother had licked her pussy and decided she could understand how he enjoyed it so much. After all, she was enjoying the sucking of her uncle's dong.
She was having all the fun. She was being selfish. It wasn't right to deprive her uncle of the pleasure of eating her cunt while she sucked his wonderful cock.
With the phallic prod buried all the way in her throat, she lifted her body on the bed, and scuttled, almost crablike, moving to the side until she felt one of her knees touch the side of her uncle's supine face. She felt him lift her knee and bring it down on the other side of his face, as his hands then reached up and grabbed hold of her ass. He rubbed her gluteal cheeks, increasing the warm flow moving through her body.
As her mouth rose to the top of his throbbing prick, she felt his lips sear the insides of her thighs. Yes! She had been right. He was as eager to taste her as she now was to drink his white flow.
She was almost angry. To think her mommy and daddy had hidden all this from her for so many years. She was a mere fourteen, but she could have been enjoying all this for a good two or three or even more years earlier, had she only been told about it.
Now she intended making up for lost time. This was too good to ignore. But even now she had to be careful. If Davey, and now her Uncle Mike, were so insistent upon keeping all this secret, there had to be a good reason. Even her daddy who was fucking Cynthia, Uncle Mike's wife, in his bedroom, was doing it secretly. So fucking, tongue-fucking, finger-fucking, cock-jerking, and cocksucking were all things to be done quietly. Apparently one never talked about them because she'd never heard these things mentioned in public. She was learning, though she was certain she had a lot more to learn.
Now she felt her uncle's hands pulling her ass down, and she felt that same electric sensation when his tongue poked into her burning passageway of cunt. He was a lusty cunteater, and she felt him licking madly, swathing his tongue in and around, licking up all the liquid as quickly as her membranes could secrete the stuff. It made her wiggle her ass and press her peach-like split hard against his eager mouth.
All the while, her own mouth continued pumping up and down on the solid shaft of his trembling cock. Her lips crushed so tightly around the pole of flesh she could hear them actually squeak as they moved up and down, despite his heavy penial lubrication. Her fingers caressed and squeezed his balls, and she could feel his thighs slamming into her face as he reacted by thrusting his hips upward.
New, heady tastes continually assailed her tongue. Wonderful flavors whirled through her mouth and went down her throat each time she swallowed. It was nice to be able to do this. It was even nicer when someone was responding by doing it back to her.
Uncle Mike's lashing tongue was slurping through her flooding pussy, draining the liquids out of it as effectively as a pump drained a swamp. The mire of her cunt juices were being sucked right out of her and into her uncle's avid throat. His tongue scooped through her like a strong steam shovel. It slurped out the heavy water and pulled it right into his own eager throat. The pressure of his tongue tickling her pussy was driving her wild with delight. In and out, in and out, it was timing itself to the way her head bobbed up and down on his up-thrusting pole.
Her body lay flat on his, her budding titties pressing into his thighs. Her nipples scraped along the flesh, making him shudder. And the solid meat of his thighs sent shivers through the soft, pillowy breasts she had rubbing back and forth.
"GLLOOOMMMPPPHHHH!!!" she gagged, and he knew what she meant as her thighs tightened around his head.
Pussycat felt the seething come jetting right out of her. It hit her gut so hard, she felt as if she were being splashed against the ceiling. She felt herself pumping hot loads of sticky lubricant straight down into her uncle's face. It made his hands clench her asscheeks all the tighter. Lord, but it felt good!
Her lips, already tight rubber bands around his ultrasensitive pole, now began tightening even more as she felt the heavy cock start to expand. She remembered how Davey's had swelled up tremendously just before he shot his white cream.
Her uncle's balls were tight and pressed almost all the way up into his groin. He was gagging, his mouth filled with her oily wine. And then he was pumping madly, two strokes to one of her head, and suddenly she felt the thick, greasy globs come thundering into her mouth and throat. It came out in torrents, filling her mouth to overflowing, flooding her throat before she could completely swallow. She gagged, coughed and choked, and still she felt the thick head of his spurting cock jam itself as far into her throat as it could go.
Heat burned her gullet all the way down to her belly, but it was a wonderful burning. It sank into the pit of her belly and made her vibrate all the faster, hearing a muffled, "GGGGGGGG ARRRRGGGHHHH!" But the sound was completely cut off by the interior of her tender muff as it swallowed up all sounds coming from her uncle's throat.
Just as he was enjoying his spasms to the utmost, she was completely basking in the glory of her own orgasm. With her uncle's mighty prod rammed into her throat it was completely impossible for her to make any sounds, but her vocal chords vibrated nonetheless, enhancing the sensation in her uncle's throbbing meat.
Their bodies were two stiffened boards, one lying on top of the other. Pussycat continued massaging his balls, and now she felt the penis finally begin to soften. She chewed a little, afraid he might object to her teeth again, but this time he said nothing as she literally began chewing on the softening flesh. She chewed hard, squeezing out those last, tasty drops of stuff. Davey had been right. She was acquiring a taste for it. Or maybe her Uncle Mike's sperm tasted better than Davey's. It was the littlest bit sweeter, but she didn't know if that made it better.
After a while she rolled off him and pulled on her nightie. She licked his penis thoroughly to make sure there was nothing to stain his pants. After all, the secret was something belonging to the two of them, and telltale stains might give the secret away. Then her uncle zipped up, kissed her, and left.
CHAPTER FOUR
The world had always been a wonderful place for Pussycat. As long as she could remember, everyone had treated her royally. Even her experiences with her brother and her uncle were happy ones.
But into every life a little rain must fall. And in Pussycat's case, the "rain" was little enough. Most important, it was the prelude to the ultimate pleasure.
Perhaps it was appropriate that the "rainmaker's" name was Tom Catrino. He was the custodian who worked in the high school Pussycat attended, and everyone called him Tomcat. He drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney, but worked hard. For the most part, his spare time was taken up with his drinking. It had made him all but impotent, despite the fact that he was only thirty-eight years old.
Ten years earlier, he'd had a full head of dark hair. He had been lean and slender, and had enjoyed his share of women, gleaned from the neighborhood bars. But in ten years, Tomcat had lost most of his hair. He had gained fifty pounds, and he always spoke with a slurred voice.
Because he needed this job so desperately, Tomcat had made a point of avoiding all the schoolgirls. He looked at them from a distance, occasionally fantasized about them, but kept his hands off ... until he saw Pussycat. The mere sight of her created a hard-on, something he hadn't had for more than three years. And Tomcat decided then and there he had to fuck the girl no matter what the consequences. The sweetness, the look of innocence, the trusting way she looked at everyone, were just too much for him. He was going to fuck her. He didn't know when or where, but he knew one day he would fuck her. He had to.
So it was, one late afternoon, when Pussycat left school, she was unaware of the old beat-up green Buick following close behind her. She liked to walk home across a series of open lots with high weeds. It saved a good ten minutes of walking time. No one ever let their dogs loose in the weeds, nor did anyone ever dump garbage into the lots. So she could walk through without worrying about stepping into anything.
She didn't notice the car stop as she started walking through the weeds, nor did she see or hear the man get out and start to follow her. It was only when she was a good fifty feet into the weeds that she heard footsteps behind her. When she turned to look, she recognized Tomcat, or as she called him, Beer Belly, walking behind her. She stopped and waited as he approached her.
"Hi," she greeted, a totally unsuspecting innocent.
"Hiya," he muttered, approaching her. "Where y'goin'?"
"Home. You?"
"Jus' takin' a walk. Y'might say I'm walkin' it off."
"Golly, why d'you drink so much?"
"'cause I like it."
"Oh. Well, if it makes you feel good, then I guess it's all right, huh."
"Yeah," he nodded, looking around to see whether or not anyone could see them. He realized he could neither see, nor be seen by, anyone more than ten feet away, the weeds were so high. And if he took her a little deeper, to the center, they'd be far enough away so almost no one would be able to hear them, either.
"Y'know," he said, putting an arm around her waist and walking with her, "somethin' else'd make me feel terrific."
"Really?"
"Yeah. But I don't know if I oughtta do it."
"If it makes you feel good, go ahead."
"I'm kinda glad y'see things that way, kid."
"Kid? I'm fourteen years old. I'm no kid. Everyone calls me Pussycat."
"No shit!"
"Please don't say things like that. Daddy always told me cursing is a terrible thing."
"Could be your daddy's right. Sorry, Pussycat. But this kinda makes it easier to explain."
"What does?" she asked.
"Everyone calls me Tomcat. And you know what Tomcats do to Pussycats, don'tcha?"
"No. Is it something nice?"
"It's real nice, honey. It's called fucking."
"Oh I know all about fucking. Are you saying you want to fuck me?"
Pussycat could feel herself getting excited. True, she would have preferred her brother or her uncle', but neither of them was available. Gosh! A penis was a penis. So what if he had a big belly in the way. But still, she wasn't too crazy about the smell of him. He stank of sweat and beer. She still felt a mushiness in her pussy, yet she wasn't certain she wanted this man inside her.
"I don't think I'd like that," she said, openly. "I mean, you just don't really appeal to me."
"S'awright, kid. I grow on people. You'll see. I'm gonna grow on you, here and now."
Pussycat felt him press his thigh against her and felt the hardness of his cock. It made her wonder if all men went around with erections until some female was kind enough to ease their fever.
She felt him take her books and drop them on the ground, nearby. The look in his eyes was wild, and though she considered running, she realized he would probably catch her before she got too far.
Somehow this made him even less attractive.
"Look, Mister ... uhhh ... Tomcat, let me go or I'll scream."
"You can scream yer head off, kid. By the time anyone got here, I'd have you fucked and re-fucked. So you do things my way, or you'll get hurt. I don't wanna hurt a nice-lookin' piece like you, but I'm gonna get my rocks off inside ya, and you ain't gonna give me no hard time about it. Dig?"
She tried pulling away from him, but the grip his arm had around her waist was too tight. She felt frightened, yet through the fear she was anticipating just what it would feel like.
"You're the sexiest cunt I've ever seen," he murmured. "I gotta fuck you at least once or I'll go nuts." And he pulled her closer, biting her ear lobe. The pressure of his teeth made her shudder.
Oh God! she thought. I want it, and yet I don't want it.
She felt his hands gripping her tits through her sweater and blouse. It made her all the hotter. It felt so good. Yet she instinctively knew this was not the kind of man she would normally want fucking her. He was more and more repulsive.
He grabbed her two wrists and yanked them behind her back, holding them tightly in one large hamlike hand. He used his other hand to cup her chin, holding it steady so he could mash his lips against hers. Even as she tasted the bitter dregs of beer in his mouth, she writhed under the hand now unbuttoning her sweater. She felt his hand tug her blouse out from inside her skirt and work its way up against her warm flesh. He was cupping her tit-filled bra in his palm, squeezing her nipples through the material.
Pussycat pulled her mouth away from his and said, "Please don't do this. I don't really like ... mmmphhhhh ..."
His mouth was back pressing against hers, shutting her up as his fingers now worked the catch of her bra, opening it. He yanked his mouth away then, and said, "You shut up, kid. You make noise and I'll slap y'silly. I'm gonna feel your tits. I'm gonna suck 'em, and then I'm gonna lick your cunt. And then, I'm gonna fuck you. And if you gimme a hard time, you're gonna get hurt. So you cooperate, and it won't hurt either one of us."
"Please, Mister Tomcat ..."
"Yeah honey, I'm gonna please ya. I'm gonna please ya a lot. I'm gonna please ya with my cock, stuff in' it in that tight little twat of yours. And not only are you gonna let me, you're gonna HELP me.
He kicked her feet out from under her and lowered her to the ground. This helped make the weeds form a sound barrier as well as a sight barrier.
He had her sweater up above her breasts and had yanked her blouse and bra up, as well. Her young, budding breasts were exposed to his eyes, and the mere sight of the pink nipples made his mouth salivate.
His left hand still held her wrists tightly behind her back as his mouth closed around her right nipple, sucking strongly, as if he hoped to pull some bock beer from it. His right hand was rubbing her flat stomach through the material of her skirt.
Pussycat found herself enjoying the sensation more than she'd believed she might. His mouth was rough, but he seemed to know what to do. He was tonguing each of her nipples in turn, and the heat of his mouth was making the pink blossoms of her breast-points swell and enlarge, thereby letting him know her body was enjoying what he was doing despite her vociferous objections.
She wriggled and twisted, clutching his head close to her breasts, realizing she would no longer fight him. Like him, she had started to worry about someone else walking through the lots and eventually seeing them. But the odds didn't favor such a thing happening. He had tugged her a little off to the side, where no one ever bothered walking. There was a trodden path, showing where people's feet had beaten down the weeds, and it was the path taken by whomever chose to walk through the long string of lots. Unless she decided to scream, the chances were they wouldn't be seen or heard.
But even as her arms clutched his head to her bosom, thrilling to the way his tongue played over her tender nipples, her thighs still fought his probing hand, remaining tightly together. Eventually his greater strength began to tell as they silently struggled. He slowly forced her loins apart. His rough hand was sliding up the inner softness of her thighs as his mouth continued voraciously eating the berrylike tips of her tits.
She could hear how noisy he was as he sucked, but only barely listened. She was concentrating on the way his hand was moving up her thigh, moving slowly but surely toward her sopping pussy. The oil seeping from her tight vaginal channel had already made her panty crotch a sodden mess, and some excess was leaking down her asscheeks, falling to the hard ground.
Luckily, the weeds cushioned her back to some extent, otherwise she didn't know if she'd have been able to take the harness of the earth beneath. Her heat and desire were increasing with every passing second. She was going to be fucked. At last, she was going to be fucked. What her brother and her uncle were afraid to do, a total stranger had the guts to do. He was going to fuck her and make her feel the ultimate sexual feeling.
Then she remembered something both, her brother and uncle, had said. They'd told her something about some kind of cherry in her pussy. That seemed a silly place in the human body to keep a tiny piece of fruit, but nevertheless she believed it was there if Davey and Uncle Mike had said as much. And it had to be broken. And both had told her it would hurt.
Gosh! She didn't like the idea of being hurt. But then, maybe it was better if this man hurt her than anyone else. She would always associate the pain directly with him rather than anyone else, and if she ever came to hate anyone for this, it would be him.
His lips continued sucking avidly at her breasts. She felt more and more heat building up in her body, setting her on fire.
Golly! His hand was rubbing the wet crotch of her panty. She squirmed, thrilled at the mere pressure. Then his hands moved a little higher and grabbed the elastic waistband. Slowly but surely he began pulling, tugging the panty off. She raised her hips, helping him. She didn't want the panty torn. He slid the material along her thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and then off, leaving the panty on the ground. She felt him push a knee between her silken-soft thighs to keep them apart as his fingers gently caressed the lubricated pussy lips. She felt him titillate her outer labia, touching them with a surprisingly light caress before moving in and tantalizing her inner pussy lips. Then the fingers began lightly touching her clitoris; her craving pearl of pleasure; the very center of her sensitivity.
Her mind told her that somehow all this might not be right. But how could it be wrong? Davey had done it and made her feel good. Her uncle had kissed her there and had really made her feel good. Really now, it felt so good, just what could be wrong?
She lay back now, willing to accept what minor pain he might inflict on her if only to enhance her eventual pleasure. Her thighs were wide apart, letting him enjoy his probing. She really wanted to feel a solid cock inside her. It was supposed to be better than any tongue. And she wanted to enjoy the heated spray coming from his cock. How would it feel in her cunt? She could hardly wait to feel the flood building in his testicles pump its way into her as his stanchion of cock filled her seething hole to overflowing with its maleness. She could only imagine how wonderful it would feel to have him ram it all the way up and into her. But soon she wouldn't have to imagine it. Soon now, she would be feeling it. How wonderful!
The moment had arrived. Her arms were holding his head even more tightly now, and when he managed to raise his creased face, Pussycat found herself kissing the leathery skin. It was if she had fallen under some hypnotic spell of his making. She was totally committed to losing her virginity, here and now, and this kind man was doing her the favor of relieving her of its burden. It had to be a burden. It had prevented her brother from putting his wonderful dick inside her, and it had kept her Uncle Mike from doing the same. It had to go.
He was opening the zipper of his pants now, reaching in, and pulling out his ... well, what the heck! Size wasn't everything. And maybe a six inch rapier with a breadth of little more than an inch was the right thing this first time. After all, she knew her pussywalls clung tightly together. It was difficult to push a finger into her without some slight hurt, no matter how oiled she was. It was just that the good feeling was so much stronger than any previous mild hurt, she really hadn't noticed the pain at the time. But now that she thought back on it, she knew there had been some little bit of stinging.
"Okay," she whispered, kissing his ear. "Fuck me! Put that hot, hard cock of yours into me and FUCK ME!"
Tomcat was taken completely aback at this. He had expected more resistance. He had even expected wild screaming, and had been prepared to slug her if she got too violent.
"Not yet," he whispered. "Since you're gonna be so cooperative, you beautiful, sweet piece of ass, I gotta make it as nice f'you as I can. I gotta make it even wetter in there, if such a thing is possible."
His hot cock rubbed against her thigh as she felt it slowly moving down toward her calf. And at the same time, his mouth moved to her nipples again, and then lapped its way lower to her belly, licking her navel.
Goody! she thought. He's going to kiss me there, first.
And that was just what he did. His tongue trailed through the light golden fuzz on her pubis, then slurped right into her seething nest. Her being so cooperative meant there was no hurry. He could lick his tongue through her delicious honeypot at his own speed. She was his own little kewpie doll, to play with as he pleased; to be enjoyed to the utmost. God! How good it felt. It felt especially good to get an erection after so prolonged a period of impotency.
Her thighs were spread wise apart, offering the full pouting beauty of her sweet cunt to his hungry mouth. His palms were now under her ass, holding it up, giving him greater access to her simmering pussy, as if the cunt he was about to worship with his mouth was now sitting on an altar.
She wriggled, and then almost screamed when she felt the smooth, slick, almost icy tongue slide slowly between her outer pussy gates. His lips almost conformed to her outer labia as his tongue licked all the way into her tight, shivering cavern of love. Now her juices were flowing freely, as if from a water spout, and he was gobbling it all down his own throat, noisily letting her know how much he was enjoying what he was drinking. The tongue was flicking into and out of her gushing cunt.
Pussycat spun her loins wildly in a mad rotation, keeping a crazy pace with the way he was licking into and out of her. She felt the tip of his tongue lick at the tight web of her anus, and shuddered a bit more, knowing how much she liked it. One day she would do nothing but lie on her belly and have a man lick her asshole for hours and hours. It felt so terrific.
His tongue sank back into her broiling snatch, licking through the hot, boiling volcano inside, touching the walls wherein countless sensitive nerve-ending tingled with each lick. She shook so, she thought an earthquake must have been taking place somewhere underground. Her hands reached down and her fingers tried tightening themselves in his hair, but there was no hair. It was all skin.
Her head flailed from side to side in mad abandon as she gasped out her enjoyment of what was happening. His tongue, tingling against her clit, was driving her insane with passion. She would come very shortly if he continued.
Just before she felt the overpowering crisis descend, he lifted his dripping face from between her silken thighs. He began crawling up, letting his hands push her back against the ground as his fingers grasped her titties, then moved higher. His face brushed her nipples and his mouth paused to pay homage to each of them, kissing them long and hard as his tongue rubbed across their hard surfaces, making them elongate just a little bit more. Then his mouth was on hers, wide open and literally swallowing her tongue and lips in as his beer breath seemed to cover her entire face. She felt his hard cock rubbing against the top of her thigh. It was wet with its own secretions. God! Her cunt was raw and burning, and it needed the fire to be put out.
"Fuck this little pussycat, you great big tomcat," she breathed in his ear. "Come on, fuck me, just like all the other toms fuck pussies. Come on and stuff it into me. Make it fit."
"You betcha," he grunted. "Now you just lay there and raise that little pussy so I can aim my cock right."
There was no way she intended simply laying there. She wanted to be an active participant all the way. Reaching down, she grabbed the solid hunk of steely flesh. Maybe it wasn't as long or as thick as either her brother's or her uncle's, but it was long enough. And from the way it quivered and throbbed she could see how eager it was to be buried inside her; almost as eager as she was. She wanted the pleasure mere words could not convey. She wanted to know the feeling of delirious paradise. Oh God! She was going to get fucked!
The wedge-shaped head pressed against the tight crack between her seething pussy lips. The mere pressure of the knob against the portals of her seething pussy made her whimper with desire. She guided it closer, afraid to let go, afraid it would miss its mark if she released it.
It moved forward just the littlest bit, and it began forcing the fleshy flaps to part. Oh God! Here it was about to fill her. She felt the smooth glans move up and down, as if seeking out the orifice for which it had been specifically designed.
Pussycat's nervous fingers slid down to the hairy base of the throbbing pecker, gripping it tightly, pulling some of the hairs. Tomcat didn't even notice. She could feel the balls, also smaller than the others she'd caressed, but that didn't matter now. All that counted was the heavy seed filling those balls. She wanted that squishy liquid inside her and she would get it, even if it meant squeezing the stuff out of the balls. Yes, it wouldn't be long now. Soon she would know the feeling of hot semen splashing inside her. She wondered if the shooting of the white cream into her would trigger off even more pleasure in her. After all, what other reason could a man have for shooting the stuff into a woman?
"OH JESUS, WOW!" Tomcat muttered, as her fingers caressed the leatheriness of his balls. "Yes, YES, YES! Keep rubbin' 'em that way! Oh God! You gorgeous thing. If only you knew how long I been waitin' f'this. I ain't never seen a girl with a face like yours. And you got a body t'match. Jesus! Even that sweet little cunt of yours has a look of purity and goodness about it."
"It's good," she replied in her sweet voice, misunderstanding what he meant about goodness.
"It's really good. Wait until you shove your prick into me, you'll see. My cunt is very good."
"Christ! It's like pushing into a satin volcano."
He pushed his skinny wang a little deeper, and Pussycat felt her cuntwalls really being parted widely for the first time. His knob was more solid than any tongue or finger she'd known. It hurt, but with the hurt came that wonderful "other" feeling.
"OOOOOOOH," she whispered, "it's beginning to feel so strange and different, and ... OOOOOH ... keep it moving!"
She felt him push forward a little more, feeding another inch of cock into her tight tunnel. Her cuntwalls surrounded whatever part of him was inside her, clinging tightly to it, almost becoming one with it.
And then the point of his cock touched her maidenhead.
"OHHHHH!" she almost yelped. "That HURT!"
Tom Catrino didn't say a word. She was a cherry, just as he'd originally believed. He was the first one to fill the seething depths of this wonderful cunt. He also knew he couldn't waste time trying to be gentle. A cherry had to be broken quickly. Without a word, he merely grunted and pushed forward as hard and as fast as he could.
Pussycat felt the stick lodged in her teeming twat suddenly push, and pain such as she'd never thought possible suddenly welled up inside her, shooting through her whole body. Her mouth opened to shout, but his own mouth covered it, "MMMMMppphhh-ggghhnn!" and the sound she released went into the soft, dark tunnel of beer-smelling mouth surrounding hers. His hairy chest rubbed against her sensitive nipples, and she writhed and wriggled, feeling the wiry hairs seemingly cut into her breast-points. Everything was suddenly so ultra-sensitive.
The pain continued flooding through her body until he suddenly started moving again. He was powering his dong a little more deeply into her, and the sensation was trying to overcome the pain. His mouth continued kissing hers, his tongue wildly licking through the frightened interior of her own mouth.
She felt Tomcat sliding his cock a little deeper, deeper, deeper, and suddenly she felt his pubis bump against hers. His balls slapped against the crack in her ass.
He was in. He was all the way in. Maybe now the pain would go away. Maybe now the pleasure would come back, entirely overwhelming all other sensations. Oh God! She hoped so. Fucking was supposed to be lots of fun, and not even the littlest bit miserable.
Slowly his solid plunger began withdrawing, pulling back, and with the movement more pleasure returned. God! She could feel how unbelievably tight she was inside. Her cunt really gripped that skinny cock of his. A fatter cock would probably have caused her much more pain. She should be grateful Tomcat had a skinny one.
When the blunted head of his knob was almost all the way out of her, she suddenly realized she didn't want to lose it, in spite of the agonizing pain it had first caused. She wanted it back. Slowly the tiny power tower slid back into her, and her warm, wet, sucking walls closed in around it, feeling it slide to the very center of her being. Yes, yes, it was starting to feel better now. It was feeling more than good. It was feeling terrific.
There were still small bits of pain shooting through her, but they were minor. They amounted to nothing. The sense of delight was becoming so totally overpowering and wonderful. Oooooh God! Nothing had ever felt like this before.
The knifing cock began a rhythmic slamming in and out of her, sliding, probing, seeking, plunging. The speed rapidly increased once it got started, and pubis hit pubis, each washing the other in a combination of sweat and lubrication. Pussycat could hear the smacking sounds of the way his slender cock was still finding it difficult to push into her cunt, meeting resistance, sweet, delicious resistance, every time. MMMMMM! It really felt good. She had no idea it could feel this wonderful. Oh she had been prepared for something terrific. The tonguing's she'd received from her brother and uncle had prepared her to some extent. But it was nothing like this. This was truly wonderful. UMMMMM!
Now she began to wish his cock was thicker. As tightly as her cuntwalls gripped it, she realized it wasn't thick enough or long enough. She was taking in every last little millimeter, and she wanted more, more, more. She wanted to feel the very depths of her pussy totally plugged and filled. He was driving harder, and it felt even more marvelous.
Lord! She felt as if she belonged in this position; flat on her back with a stiff cock driving in and out at breakneck speed, her thighs widely spread. A puddle of love fluid dripped down her thighs, soaking the ground beneath her. Mixed with it, unseen by her, was the blood of her virginity. She would be glad Tom Catrino had hiked her skirt up so high. No stains touched it.
She thrilled to the feeling of his fingers, tightly gripping her asscheeks and squeezing them, enhancing the sensations already shooting through her body. He continued pounding his meat in and out, in and out. That wonderful, wonderful cock. It felt so doggone good moving in and out the way it was.
Unable to help herself, Pussycat bit Tomcat's neck. Her teeth sank in deep and hard, almost drawing blood. Her hands caressed his heavy buttocks, pushing on them as he plunged forward. She wanted to make sure she got every last fraction of an inch of his battering cock as it continued filling and re-filling her tight, hot twat.
She could feel it now. It was a long way off, but tingling in such a way, she knew this was going to be one hell of an orgasm. It slowly began closing in on her as she felt him continuing to pump his solid meat into her. It might have been thinner and shorter than the others, but he sure knew how to make the most of it. He was really jazzing it into her.
The sensation was building now. It was higher, much higher, and she knew it would grow even more. Tingles of delight were starting, the pressure increasing, rippling slowly through her entire womanly cunt. The surge slowly spread to her rectum, making her asshole tingle, and then it was shuddering up her spine. Now it was eeling its way through all of her, spreading all the more, now. Shock aftershock began bursting through her as he plunged himself deeper with every thrust.
Her arms now surrounded his back and her thighs clung tightly to his buttocks. Loud, sighing gasps came out of her, almost as if he pushed them out each time he thrust his cock into her. He sent shuddering surges of lightning through her body each time now, and she never wanted it to end.
"Oh yes," she whispered. "OH YES! Fuck me harder, HARDER! I love it! I love the feel of your wonderful prick inside me!"
"You got it," he muttered. "You got every last little bit of it, you cock-loving, prick-swallowing cunt. God! I love the way I fit into you. I ain't never had a cunt so goddamn tight before."
"Don't ... uhhh ... curse," she grunted, too near her orgasm to even dream of stopping.
She humped her ass all the harder against his down-thrusting loins. The pylon of prick working in and out of her had built up so much friction she thought she could smell smoke coming from down there.
"I'm ... going to ... comme ..." she whispered, as if it were some awesome secret. "I'M GOING TO COME!!!"
"Come," he growled back. "Come GOOD! I'm gonna shoot a wad into you. I'm gonna send it as far up inta yer cunt as it'll go. I'm gonna splash my jism through yer guts."
Their bodies powered strongly against one another now, moving more and more rapidly as he shortened his stroke to match the speed. In and out, in and out.
And Pussycat felt her climax completely overwhelm her, literally hitting her with the power of Niagara Falls. She bucked and churned and squirming and wildly twisted about, but he had her pinned securely under him as he continued pumping.
"Get ready," he gasped. "Get ready, here comes a load of whitewash ... EEEEYYYYYAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH!!!"
And she felt the oceans of come pouring into her body, spilling and cascading madly through her channel, washing into her womb nonstop. The heat alone was something fantastic. The pressure was even more wonderful, sort of like icing on the cake.
The pressure of his climax shooting into her brought her to new heights, and suddenly Pussycat was enjoying yet another overpowering orgasm, sweeping through her with the power of a tidal wave. This orgasm was so strong, she felt as if her entire body had suddenly become brittle, snapping in a thousand different places at once and flaking to the ground.
She lay there on the ground, out of breath, but fulfilled. Her body continued twitching as she thrilled to parts of the orgasm still moving through her, feeling the prick inside her twitch as if it were a separate living thing, and not part of the man on top of her.
Finally Catrino slid out of her, his cock a limp worm again. He staggered to his feet, tucking the wet organ back into his pants. Then he staggered off-without so much as a thank-you!
CHAPTER FIVE
Pussycat's youth was on her side. Her body had not begun secreting a heavy hormone count, and though she was already ovulating, her body was not prepared to accept the sperm of any male into any of its ova. Tomcat had plugged her during what should have been her most fertile time of the month, yet she didn't conceive and wouldn't be able to do so for a long time to come. Pleasure was the only product she'd gotten from the fucking. Marvelous pleasure, wonderful pleasure, fantastic pleasure. It had been worth the pain to feel that pleasure. She would have been willing to feel such pain every time, knowing this kind of pleasure awaited her. And this was indescribable pleasure, the kind she would never be able to put into words.
When she got home and went to her room, she re-lived every moment of her fucking with Tom Catrino, old Beer Belly Tomcat. For an old man he really knew how to use his cock. She would have to find a way to meet with him where there was a definite guarantee of more privacy. No one had seen or heard them in spite of their passionate yells, but this time it had been sheer luck. Her brother and her uncle had stressed the need for keeping such doings a secret. They knew a lot more about it than she, and if they said it had to be kept secret, then she would keep it secret. And the only way to do that was to make sure she stayed indoors when she did it. Announcing it to the world as they'd almost done might have resulted in her being made to feel sorry. She didn't know why, but she had enough sense to know she would never let anyone do it with her in such an exposed area again.
She wondered if people fucked every night. If not, they were sure dumb. And married people could fuck anytime it pleased them, especially young married people with no children around.
Nightly fucking was one thing Pussycat would not indulge in, at least not at that time. True, she was at the stage where she was willing to accept any cock willing to go into her vagina, but aside from Tom Catrino, there was no one in her little town aware of the fact that she enjoyed fucking. Things simply continued as they had before, with most people not daring to even discuss the idea of sex with her much less make an outright offer of indulgence. Her father was still the terror of the neighborhood where the purity of his little girl was concerned.
Less than one week after her first indulgence, on a Monday afternoon, she was asked to bring some homework to a male classmate who lived two doors away from her. The boy was sick, and his mother had phoned the teacher to ask her to send the boy the homework so he could keep up with the class. Since Pussycat lived so close to the boy, she was the one chosen to deliver the homework.
That afternoon, after going home first to leave her books in her room, she changed to a simple blue blouse and blue jeans, then hurried over to the boy's house. She took a shortcut across the backyards and was all set to ring the back doorbell of the boy's house when she heard voices coming from a slightly open window. Although the window was too high up for her to see inside, she was able to understand what she heard.
"C'mon, Donna. Nobody's here. We got this far. Don't stop now."
"Peter, it isn't right! You know it."
"It is so right. C'mon, we've done everything else. C'mon, be a sport, huh."
"You're supposed to be sick!"
"I'm not that sick."
"I just don't feel right about it ..."
Sounds of sucking and slurping for a few minutes, and then; "You won't hurt me now, will you?"
"Hurt you? C'mon, it ain't as if you're some kinda virgin. I know you been giving it to Harry on the side."
"I only did it with him once."
"Yeah, but I think you're special. I wouldn't settle for once with you."
"Talk, talk. You boys are all alike."
"I'll prove I'm different."
Pussycat knew what was going to happen. She could feel her own pussy starting to cream. Oh God! To think that dumb Donna Darrow was giving Peter a difficult time. She would have been more than glad to do it for him.
Trying the back doorknob, Pussycat found the door was open. She slipped into the house and walked quietly down the hall. When she came to Peter's bedroom, she found the door wide open. Gosh! What a dope! How could he ever expect privacy this way?
She peered around the corner of the open door, into the room. Peter and Donna were totally naked, lying on top of his bed. She saw Peter's fingers running up and down over Donna's shivering flesh. And Pussycat knew the goose pimples weren't caused by any cool air.
"Okay," she was murmuring as his fingers made her hotter and hotter. "But first play with my cunt a little. Tease it."
Pussycat watched as Peter moved down and kneeled between her thighs. He lowered his head so he could see what he was touching, and began to carefully explore the delicate sweetness of Donna's cunt. In the afternoon sunlight Donna's pink flesh seemed to take on a healthy glow.
Peter's hands began pressing against the damp pouch, his fingertips lightly moving through the soft brown curls on Donna's pelvis. Then Donna's thighs parted all the wider to make his examination that much easier. He began teasing the soft rim of Donna's outer lips, tracing first one, then the other.
All the while, Pussycat got hotter and hotter, watching. God! She wished Peter was playing with her cunt.
Pussycat watched as Peter used his thumb and forefinger to part the tender outer lips. Then with the forefinger of his other hand, he gently poked into the rich pinkness inside. He poked the finger in, then pulled it out and let it rub against the oversensitive button of Donna's clitoris. As he rubbed the beadlike bit of red flesh, it began to grow until it was almost the size of a large pea. Actually, only the head was that large. There was about an eighth of an inch of solid flesh behind it as well, and his finger massaged the entire vibrating clit.
"Oooooh, Peter, you have such a nice finger," Donna moaned.
"And you have such a juicy cunt," he whispered back.
Moving his knees between Donna's thighs, Peter pressed the glans of his own burning penis against the sweet lips of Donna's leaking cunt. Without pushing it in, he moved the wet knob of his hard cock all over her leaking pussy, rubbing it through the slit, letting it massage her clitoris, then raising her up so it could slide into the crack between her asscheeks. When the point of his meaty sticker touched her asshole, Donna squealed with delight. She writhed her asscheeks up and down, her shoulders making the mattress bounce wildly. Then his finger was sliding into her tight twat while his cock continued pressing against her rectum. Donna was becoming hotter and hotter with every passing moment.
So was Pussycat. She longed to feel that solid prick somewhere inside her body. God! What a wonderful sight. Imagine that dumb Donna not wanting to be fucked.
As if Donna was reading Pussycat's mind, she suddenly shouted to Peter, "Fuck me, Peter. Fuck me good and hard."
"Sure," Peter nodded, and reaching under her ass with one hand, drove his index finger against the pucker of her anus. The cheeks of her ass gripped it tightly, making it difficult for him to find his target, but he kept feeling around her squirming body until his fingertip came into contact with the prune-like folds of her asshole. Then he slowly, very slowly pushed. The tight, rubbery ring of her sphincter resisted for a moment, so he teased it a little.
Donna raised her ass somewhat, allowing him more room. She shook madly as his finger worked its way around and around the outside of her tight asshole.
"Asshole's too dry," he muttered, and slid his finger from her rectal valley to the slot between her thighs, pushing it all the way into Donna's tight cunt. He moved the finger around and around once it was inside, and Donna bounced up and down, feeling the way it thrilled through her body.
He tugged the finger out, and for an instant Pussycat saw the gleaming secretions coating it. Then the finger disappeared under Donna's butt, and suddenly Peter's finger was pushing hard, shoving all the way against the tight asshole, pushing and pushing and pushing until Donna suddenly uttered a loud, "OOOOOOh, WOW-OW-OW! EASY, EASY, UHHHHH ... it's going in, IN, IN! I can feel it sliding ..." And his finger was all the way into the tightness of her asshole.
Peter's prick was as solid as it could be, and it throbbed openly against Donna's cunt. Even Pussycat could see how stiff and horny it looked. This time it was going into the cunt, and there would be no objections.
Pussycat was sitting on the floor now, peering around the doorway, and her tongue was all but hanging out. God! She wished that hot cock was being used on her. Though she was unable to see Peter's face from where she sat, she knew he was determined to stuff it all the way into Donna's cunt. And even as he wiggled his finger in the girl's asshole, he said, "Here it comes, Donna. All for you!"
"Yes, Pete, OH YES," Donna cried out. "ALL FOR ME!"
Using his arm, he forced both legs way back against her body so her knees mashed against her monstrous tits. Pussycat felt envious of Donna in that one respect. Donna had a pair of milk factories that could supply the Borden Company for the next twenty years, while Elsie was put out to pasture.
Pussycat watched as Peter, with his finger still stuck in Donna's asshole, leaned his chubby body against her long, lean thighs, laying the length of his hot, hard cock against the wet slit of the girl's mushy pussy. Limned as the two of them were against the window, they looked positively fantastic to Pussycat.
Peter pressed his body heavily against that of Donna, so that his face was only inches from hers. Pussycat could see the breath of each making the hair of the other flutter, their faces were so close. And both were so rapt in their attention on each other, they were totally unaware of anyone or anything else. Had Peter's mother walked into the house at that moment she would have been treated to quite a sight.
Peter leaned forward the slightest bit more, pressing his lips to Donna's, kissing her hungrily with the heated desire of youth. Both he and Donna were also fourteen, and both were in Pussycat's class. She was surprised Donna hadn't volunteered to bring the homework over, thereby avoiding the risk of being seen by anyone else.
Donna's mouth opened wide and accepted Peter's tongue, the spear of her own tongue sliding by his and into his open mouth. They licked each other's mouths as if the insides were filled with ice cream.
"Donna, Donna, you're such a fucking sexy bitch," he muttered, making Pussycat silently ashamed to hear such terrible words.
Pussycat saw Donna's fingers reaching under her now. She was in a good position to fondle Peter's balls, and she proceeded to do just that. The caress of her fingertips on Peter's scrotum sent shivering chills up the boy's spine. His heavy cock began wildly twitching as it lay against the juicing split of her hot pussy. And Donna's pussy lips, just visible to Pussycat, seemed to open and close, open and close, as if trying to suck the cock right inside.
Donna's mouth continued kissing Peter's, but her fingers were busy. For a few minutes they squeezed Peter's balls, then they moved to grab the cylinder of cock. The fingers closed around the throbbing, pulsing shank as her thumb rubbed itself against the rubbery head, smearing some more of his lubricant all around.
"Jesus!" Peter muttered. "You smell so great. You smell like crazy perfumed flowers."
"And you smell just like a man ought to smell."
Peter pulled his torso back a little until his chest was barely making contact with her nipples, then he sidled to the left, then to the right.
God! Pussycat was going crazy. She needed that cock. She needed to feel it stuffed inside her. What was the matter with that fool Donna? She still didn't have the rod shoved into her. What the hell was keeping her from just ploughing it into her? Dumb, dumb girl.
Donna began writhing her body under Peter's, though her hand still played with the tip of his solid phallus. Her other hand was playing with his ass, running in and out of the crevice, as if searching for his asshole so she could finger him as he was fingering her. Then her hand went up along his back, up his spine, and she tugged his face down so she could kiss it even more. She was licking at the side of his throat, biting at his ear lobe, running the tip of her tongue very lightly over his flesh.
Peter pushed his face into Donna's dark hair as she rolled her hips slightly, pressing her leaking split against his throbbing cock. The wet slit was tantalizing his prick to even greater solidity.
"I have a better idea," Donna whispered. "Don't come inside me. Shoot that wonderful cream all over the outside of my cunt."
What a stupid waste! Pussycat thought. How dumb can anyone get? That hot cream, whether shooting into her cunt or her throat only felt good when it squirted, hot and juicy, on the inside. Who wanted it all messy and gooey on the outside? That was dumb. Boy, Donna was getting dumber by the minute.
"The hell with that," Peter muttered, as if echoing Pussycat's thoughts. "It's no fun coming outside."
"Okay, honey," she whispered. "I just thought it'd be something different."
"For me, coming in your cunt would be different. I've never been in there before," he said, pulling his finger from her rectum.
"Then stick it in," Donna said in a low voice.
He raised his body again, and she took hold of his cock solidly, pointing to her cunt. She moved it up and down, letting the head slide through her steaming pussyslot. She even brought it up out of her cunt for an instant to let her pubic hair tickle the head.
"SHOVE IT IN!" he almost screamed, barely able to contain himself.
She pressed it to the hot center of her cunt, and he flexed his hips forward, not wanting to waste any more time. He shoved it right into the tight hole, feeling the way her chamber surrounded his member as it slid past the membranes until he was in up to the hilt.
That looks fantastic! Pussycat thought to herself, staring at the way the cock connected to the cunt. Oh gosh! That really is something. That's how I look when a cock is inside me! WOW!
She watched the way the tight pussy lips gripped the solid prong, and thrilled as he pulled back, showing her the shaft, all wet and slippery with her inner secretions. Fantastic!
Pussycat stared as Donna rose and sucked in the full length of Peter's hot, hard dick. When she slammed her ass down on the bed, the clasping walls of her cunt pulled him down with her. But once she was down, he backed off slightly, and once again his solid rod rolled out of her, wet and sticky. And once again Pussycat saw Donna lift her ass off the bed as her cunt sheathed the length of Peter's cock, pulling it all the way in before her ass hit the bed again. He was plugging into her with all his strength. Considering his youth, that strength was far greater than the decaying energy of Tom Catrino. Pussycat felt more and more jealous. She stared at the way his prong jerked madly each time he almost pulled it from Donna's grasping cunt.
"Honey," she heard Peter say to Donna. "Get ready to be drowned with come-cream from the inside."
"I'm ... UHHHH ... waiting," Donna gasped, her own body taut.
Unable to stand the suspense, Pussycat stood up and moved closer. And that was when Donna opened her eyes and saw the innocent, baby-faced blonde girl.
CHAPTER SIX
"OH, MY GOD!" she screamed trying to pull away from Peter's plunging dork.
Without pulling out, Peter turned around and looked, and his face turned beet red.
"Hi," he greeted, still keeping his whang buried in the creaming depths of Donna's hot snatch. "Donna and I are kinda playing."
"I can see that," Pussycat nodded, closing the door.
She walked to the window and closed it, as well. Then, while the other two stared at her, she hastily undressed.
"I don't think it's fair of the two of you to hog all the fun," she told them. "I want some of it."
"Beat it!" Donna snapped. "This one is mine."
"Knock it off," Peter told Donna. "You want her to go telling what she saw?"
Actually, Peter didn't give a tinker's damn whether Pussycat talked or not. Once he got a good look at her sweet, white, youthful body, he knew he wanted to fuck her even more than Donna, in spite of the fact that Donna had bigger tits. Pussycat was so perfectly proportioned. God! What a body. Even her budding tits looked just right for the rest of her.
"I suppose you're right," Donna nodded. "But what happens if her father ever finds out she was here with us?"
"So far, only three of us know," Peter pointed out. "I'm not gonna be dumb enough to tell him. How about either of you?"
"Hell, no!" Donna snapped.
"I certainly wouldn't tell daddy," Pussycat said to them, approaching them. The sunlight bouncing off her white body made Peter even more hungry for her. Not only that, but Donna was staring at her, as well.
"Ever have your cunt eaten by a girl?" Donna asked.
"Good, because while Peter continues to fuck me, you can sit on my face and I'll eat you out. Okay?"
"Sounds like fun," Pussycat nodded, and wasted no time straddling Donna's lovely face, resting her knees against Donna's cheeks as she faced Peter.
Donna's cool, slithering tongue slid right up into her burning pussy. The instant Pussycat felt the slick oral digit slide into her, her body tightened and she dropped a load of heavy cunt oil all over Donna's face. But Donna didn't seem to mind. She just stabbed her tongue higher and harder, ramming it into Pussycat's burning core. It made the innocent blonde ride her muff harder and faster, rubbing it against Donna's mouth and chin. She even felt the other girl's nose rubbing her aching clit. Donna's fingers were digging into her tender buttocks, and from where she sat, Pussycat could see Peter starting to slam his meat into Donna again.
Pussycat watched as Donna anxiously slammed her pelvis up, ramming her cunt against the large, pulsating prong buried inside her steaming trough. And the look in Peter's face said he was anxious to continue jazzing his meat into Donna's hot hole. But even as he fucked his solid cock into the creamy pussy, he leaned forward and with his hands grabbed Pussycat's small titties. His thumbs began playing against the nipples, making them swell and enlarge. His fingers tightened their hold on Pussycat's nipples, giving him better leverage, allowing him to slam his meat into her seething honeypot with greater force.
Pussycat could hear Peter's balls slapping against Donna's soft asscheeks. And as Donna lapped away at her cunt, Pussycat could hear the other girl humming, as if letting the others know she was really enjoying herself. Her lower half bounced wildly each time Peter thrust his maleness all the way into her.
Pussycat leaned forward and let Peter clamp his mouth to hers. His tongue stabbed straight into her throat, almost gagging her.
Yanking his cock from the creaming depths of Donna's cunt, Peter said, "Hey, I wanna try something. To begin with, I want you two lying side by side, kissing each other."
Donna looked daggers at him. She had been building nicely, and now, just when she was ready to blow her own pussy, the dumb jerk decided he wanted to do things differently.
Pussycat didn't wait for Donna's approval. She lay on the bed beside Donna and started kissing her, letting Donna lick her lips so she, Pussycat, could taste her own cunt-drippings. And it wasn't bad. It wasn't bad at all. No wonder Donna had been so willing to gobble her pussy. She would have to return the favor, later.
As the two girls lay side by side, kissing, pressing their nipples against each other, Peter lay down on top of them facing toward their feet. He dipped one hand into one cunt and another hand into the other cunt. And his throbbing cock slid between their kissing lips so he was able to feel the pressure of two pairs of lips nibbling his phallic wand at the same time.
Pussycat was enjoying the soft yielding of Donna's lips when she felt the solid prong push its way between them. Her own lips closed around half the length of the prong, while Donna's lips closed around the other half of the length. They were still kissing one another, but with Peter's cock between their lips. Their tongues still met, but while licking Peter's hot, hard staff.
"Christ!" Peter yelled. "Oh Christ! I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. He-e-e-e-r-e I go ... EEEYAAAHHHH!!!"
The white sperm began spurting straight up, and suddenly Pussycat found herself tongue-dueling with Donna to see who could get the most spurts into her mouth. Both her own lips and those of Donna's were now pursed on the head of Peter's firing dork, and first Donna, then she, would get an upper lip over the spurting tip, sucking it into her mouth just as another creamy load came bubbling up. And all the while both tongues were washing their way up and down the side of his throbbing cock.
The dual cocksucking made Peter spurt a very heavy load, and their lips continued tugging at the nipple-like glans of his cockhead. They didn't stop until he had been totally drained. Even then they hadn't wanted to stop. He had been forced to pull his prong from between their lips. Even so, the two girls went on kissing. Pussycat was trying to lick the taste of Peter's semen from Donna's mouth, and she knew Donna was trying to do the same thing with her.
"Did you come yet?" Pussycat asked Donna, taking her lips from those of the other girl.
"No," Donna replied, shaking her head.
"Well I only think it fair he fuck us until we do come. After all, we made him come."
"You're right," Donna nodded.
"C'mon girls," Peter was saying. "Have a heart. Look at my cock. It's gone down."
"We can fix that," Donna nodded, and swooped down, swallowing the half-hard phallic prod between her lips.
Pussycat slid her head under Donna's and began sucking on Peter's balls. Between the two of them they made Peter's prick solid and steel-like again.
"Hey," Peter cried out. "Remember, I'm sick."
"Not that sick," Donna reminded him. To Pussycat she said, "Remember, you came in and interrupted us while I was getting jazzed. I go first."
"I guess that's fair," Pussycat nodded, feeling the flames burning inside her own eager quim. After all, fair was fair.
Donna lay on her back and insisted Peter get on top of her as he had, earlier. Peter complied, but Pussycat felt it her duty to keep Peter hard so he could complete the fucking job on Donna. So even as his solid prong slammed all the way into the flaming depths of Donna's hot twat, Pussycat lay on her belly with her face against Peter's balls from behind. She sucked the sac into her mouth, licking his testicles with her tongue, keeping his dick nice and hard for Donna. She also had a good view of the way Peter's cock was driving into Donna. She watched Donna strain her body up against the full length of Peter's sunken pylon of cock. Then she slid down. Up, then down, up, then down, and though Peter was not pumping in any half-hearted manner, there was no doubt Donna was moving all the faster. She was more than anxious to attain her own summit.
Pussycat watched as the tight, moist labia of Donna's burning cunt seemed to suck more powerfully than Donna's own mouth. The lips pulled and tugged, creating heavy pressure around Peter's swollen meat. It was pounding into her with solid regularity now, the two bellies clapping together like bass drums.
Staring as she did at the way Donna's pussy sucked Peter's cock inside, Pussycat imagined what it must be like to have a penis. It would be wonderful. Imagine feeling the tight, squeezing walls of a hot cunt surrounding the seething pole, and all the while pumping that wonderful hard flesh deeper and deeper.
Staring at the way Peter drove his cock into Donna, she decided if she had a cock of her own, she would drive it in with twice the energy. In and out, in and out, it was really a sight to behold, but it would be even more of a sight to enjoy if the cock were going into her own hole, or if she had a cock and was nailing it into a cunt. That would really be fun.
Donna's heels were kicking Peter's ass now, making him speed up his thrusts. Pussycat stared as the other girl picked up the pace even more. She was using her nails to dig into Peter's ass and drive him as far up into her as he could go.
God! Just the sight of it was driving Pussycat wilder than she'd ever been. She had to have him fuck her, next. He had to have enough strength. God! He just had to.
"AYYYAAAGGGHHH!" Donna suddenly screamed, and Pussycat realized the girl was coming.
Pressing her face between their two pelvises, Pussycat began licking straight down and titillating Donna's clit even more, and suddenly Donna felt a second climax overwhelm her. It hit her long before the first one had ended. Until that moment she hadn't realized there was a difference between a clitoral climax and a vaginal one. Now she was experiencing the two together and it was driving her mad.
Pussycat pressed her tongue against the other girl's quivering button, licking it with hard, stiff pressure. The very tip of her tongue touched the base of Peter's penis, and the tickling sensation seemed to drive him as wild as Donna. His wildness drove his hard cock all the more strongly into Donna's burning cunt as she continued coming more strongly than she'd ever thought she could. Her bucking pressed her body all the more tightly against Pussycat's mouth, and Pussycat licked all the harder, increasing the clitoral crisis.
"EEEEEYAAAAIIIGGGHHH!" Donna yelled, her body completely out of control as she bucked against Pussycat's licking tongue, thrusting her soft cuntlips all the more tightly around Peter's plunging pole.
"NO MORE," Donna begged, yanking on Pussycat's blonde hair. "No more. I can't TAKE it! OH GOD! OH GOD!"
Pussycat pulled her mouth away as Donna wriggled out from under Peter. He crouched there, on his knees for a moment, then sat up and pointed to his hard cock, saying, "Hey, you girls can't leave me like this."
Peter didn't have to be told. He jumped on the supine beauty, letting his knees thump down on the bed between her thighs. Shivers ran up and down his spine. He could hardly control himself. His cock wavered this way and that as he attempted to plunge it into the ultra tight cunt.
"God!" Pussycat snapped, impatiently.
Reaching down with her hot little hand, she grabbed the beating baton and pressed the hot tip into her squirming pussy. Like a wild, crazed animal, he plunged forward, sinking the full length all the way into her at once.
"OH JESUS!" he screamed, as her tight vaginal walls surrounded his solid cock, pulling it all the way in while applying a crushing pressure. The throbbing cock felt like a large felled Oak Tree as it plunged into her. His body followed his cock, slamming against her soft, tender torso. She felt his testicles, swollen to a much greater size now than they'd been before, slam against her asscheeks as they tightened around her anus.
Pussycat's body came up to counter Peter's strong, downward plunges as the springs of the bed groaned in protest. Her burning tunnel was a flooding pool of stickiness as she felt the thick prick force her cuntwalls farther and farther apart. The monstrous head (at least it felt monstrous when compared with the puny glans of Tom Catrino) slid back and forth within the confines of her fiery hollow, moving like a gloved fist. The slapping of his scrotum against her asscheeks only spurred her on to bounce all the faster. Her little girl hands tore at his solid shoulders as her entire pussy shook from the way in which his solid cock madly powered its way in and out of her.
Yes, yes, yes, this was the way it was supposed to feel. It was good right from the start. Even the thicker cock, forcing her cuntwalls farther apart felt good rather than painful. It was even better than that first time. Not only was there a better cock moving in and out of her, but the body attached to it didn't stink of accumulated sweat and dirt. His breath smelled of Listerine rather than beer. Peter might have been sick, but he was better sick then Tomcat had been, well.
Donna, who had recovered somewhat from her own climax, came over, leaned her face above Pussycat's torso, and let her lips slowly come down on the girl's aching nipples, one at a time. The sensation was another plus for Pussycat, and she knew there was no longer any way for her to keep her body in check.
Pussycat felt her breath get heavier as Donna's tongue licked her tender nipples. She bounced and thrust her body hard against Peter's, and her action seemed to stir the seed in his gonads. He went almost totally berserk and began fucking into her without any rhythm whatsoever. He just kept powering his cock into her body, and she could feel it swell inside her. He was right near the blast-off point.
"Shoot it, Peter," she encouraged, gasping, feeling her own senses go wild. "Shoot it into me. Come, come, come!"
"AWWWAAAHHHAAAHHHAAA!" he screamed as he unloaded a second blast of come juice, this time deep inside Pussycat's tight cunt. And the flood of seed splashing against her cervix was all she needed as she screamed a loud, "EYIIIIIYAHHHHHH!"
The Walls of Jericho crumbled as the San Francisco earthquake struck, and Krakatoa violently erupted all at once inside her quaking body. And for a few moments she blacked out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Girls could be almost as much fun as boys-almost, not quite. Pussycat decided she still preferred sucking a cock to licking a cunt. And she'd licked Donna's once she'd awakened, while Donna had licked hers. They'd gotten into what Donna had called a sixty-nine position, while Peter, all knocked out, simply lay on the bed and watched, unable to do anything. And they had licked and tongued and kissed and sucked and lapped until they'd drained one another.
Afterward, they'd dressed and left Peter's house together, after Pussycat had explained what homework needed doing, to him. Once outside, they'd parted, though Pussycat had the feeling Donna would be more than willing to meet with her again. Well heck, Donna was better than nothing at all, but she still preferred boys and men. Men were even more interesting than most boys. They seemed to know what it was all about. Pete had lasted longer than Tom Catrino, and he'd had a better pole. But if Peter had known as much about fucking and sucking as Tomcat, he would have been a thousand times better, and he would have lasted even longer.
Peter had really had quite an advantage. There he had been, alone with two girls, and only able to make them happy because both had known what to do in order to keep him hard after he'd shot his first wad into their respective mouths. He'd wanted to call it quits after that first come. It really wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. Donna had sucked his cock while she, Pussycat, had lapped at his balls. And in return, each had gotten fucked ... once. True, it had been one heck of a climax, and she'd even fainted from it. But when she'd awakened, she'd been hot for more, and all she had been able to get was the sixty-nine with Donna while Pete merely lay there, too exhausted to do anything other than watch.
Darn! She had more stamina than any boy, and maybe more than most men. It was kind of dumb to let a weak boy like Pete handle two girls, Donna and herself, either of whom would have worn out a half dozen like Pete.
Now there was an idea. Wouldn't it be fun to fuck with a half dozen boys at once? Donna had referred to it as balling. Wouldn't it be nice to be balled by six boys?
But could she find six boys able to keep their mouths shut? On the way out of Peter's house, Donna had warned her about most boys. Pete had one good quality. He never talked about his balling to other boys. But most of the other boys liked to brag about it. And it didn't pay to fool around with a loud mouth. He'd spread it all over the school that a particular girl was an easy lay, and soon the word would get back to her parents.
No, there definitely wasn't any group of six boys Pussycat could trust not to talk. And no matter how much she enjoyed fucking, it had to remain a secret. According to Donna, nice girls weren't supposed to fuck before they were eighteen, and even then they were supposed to only do it occasionally.
That was dumb, though. Fucking was a lot of fun. Why wait until eighteen? Why limit oneself to rare occasions? Pussycat liked to fuck. She liked doing it as often as possible. Had there not been this dumb need for secrecy, she'd have dropped her panty in the middle of Main Street and offered her juicy little cunt to all takers.
Boy! Parents could really be deadheads. Doggone! Pussycat knew her mommy and daddy were fucking. Why were they denying her the same right? It just wasn't fair. Heck, not only was daddy fucking mommy, but he also fucked Aunt Cynthia, Uncle Mike's wife. And Uncle Mike hadn't minded. Bet daddy wouldn't have been so agreeable if he'd found Uncle Mike sixty-nining with her.
"Well heck," she said out loud. "I have to do something about this."
And when she got back home, she realized just what it was she was going to do. She was going to fuck with two of her cousins.
The invitation was right there, on the kitchen table, for everyone to read. Her cousins, Mickey and Dickey Wallace, were having a party and all the members of all the Wallace Families were invited. It would be a big bash at Cousin Mickey's mansion.
Mickey and Dickey were fraternal twins. Both were thirty now, and both were unmarried and rich. They took turns every year having the family party in their houses: one year in Dickey's the next year in Mickey's. This year it was Mickey's turn.
Pussycat had heard the term womanizers, once. She had overheard her father talking to his brothers about Cousins Mickey and Dickey. He had called them womanizers. And now Pussycat thought she just might know what the term meant.
She knew her cousins both liked her as a person. But would they be able to like her as a female? After all, her father's shadow always seemed to loom about her, especially when she was with relatives. Well she would find out at the party.
Usually, at other parties, she had been forced to hang around with the kids. There had always been some old biddy of a chaperone to watch over her and the other, younger cousins. But this year she was going to sneak away and see just what it was the grownups indulged in. She had pictures of wild orgies in her mind, and she was certain the hot-blooded Wallace clan was going wild. Too bad they didn't allow the kids to join in.
The invitation stated the party would be in two weeks, on a Sunday. A lot of the girls who usually went wouldn't be there, this year. Most of them were going to college, like Davey. They were probably fucking away at those out-of-town colleges, too. Well, with so many girls gone, if there was any kind of an orgy as Pussycat suspected, they'd be looking for new girls. And knowing Mickey and Dickey as she did, they'd be looking for the best girls, themselves. She'd seen the way they'd always walked off with one girl between them at every party, and she'd always wondered just what they did. But now she was certain what they'd been doing. And she wanted them to do it with her. Gosh! Wouldn't that be something!
Wouldn't it be terrific to take on what her father referred to as the two biggest womanizers in the family! Heck! She could handle them. Of that much she was certain.
Waiting for the day of the picnic would be an ordeal. It was more than a week off. Davey would not come home for it, either. She knew she would not be able to go without some kind of satisfaction between then and now.
Pussycat's father, Tom Wallace, was part owner of a large construction firm. He had started as an ordinary laborer and had worked his way up in the firm in which he worked, until he'd saved enough money to go out on his own. And that was why his appetite for cunt was insatiable. Like all other workers, when business was slow, he used to help gang-bang the little whores who hung around the construction sites looking to ply their "honest" trade. And even when he took over his own firm, he continued screwing any decent cunt in sight. That was what nookie was for, right? Hell! He had even screwed his partner's wife and two daughters a couple of times. Any willing cunt was right as far as he was concerned.
But Tom Wallace's partner, Steve Tanny, a somewhat older man, had become aware of what Wallace had been doing with his wife and two kids. He therefore felt turnabout was fair play, and had gone to Wallace's house a number of times and, when none of the children were home, had pumped a lot of jism into Pussycat's mother, Sally Wallace. Not that Sally objected. Her husband was so busy screwing other women, he never had enough left over for her; at least he never had as much as she wanted.
But on the Wednesday prior to the family get-together, while Tom Wallace was off boffing a new Puerto-Rican whore, Steve Tanny figured he would enjoy himself one helluva lot more with Sally Wallace's succulent snatch, and so quietly visited the Wallace home. But when he rang the doorbell, it was Pussycat, just home from school, who answered, and not Sally.
"Mom had to go into the city today," she informed Tanny. "She won't be back for a few hours, yet. And I don't know where my daddy is." She looked so shy, innocent and demure in her brown minidress, Tanny would never have considered the idea of touching her, even if her father had fucked his two daughters. But it was Pussycat who suggested he come in for a drink. And after he'd had two double bourbons, his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the pure, innocent-looking girl enter the living room wearing only a bathing suit-a bikini.
"D'you like it, Uncle Steve?" she asked. "It's my first bikini. I bought it now, at the end of the swimming year, for next year."
She stared at him, gleeful to see he was developing an erection. She had planned this thing hastily, but she had planned it well. True, she had no idea just how horny Steve Tanny was, but she figured he was a nice man, and he wouldn't really mind playing with her a little. After all, in her innocent mind, all this was still a game. What harm could come of it? She saw him as a gray-haired, handsome, aging man who was probably very experienced at this game because of his age. He could probably do her a lot of good.
Steve Tanny knew he would be wise to get out, and get out in a hurry. In spite of what the girl said, her mother could come home at any moment, or a neighbor could stop in, and he would have really bought it. He didn't even dare offer to take the girl to a motel. What would happen if someone saw her in his car? But he was rooted to the spot, hypnotized by the sweet, clean, youthful beauty of the blonde girl.
"I ... it's a very pretty ... gulp! ... suit," he said, and tossed off the last of the bourbon in the glass.
"Uncle Steve," she whispered, moving close, taking the glass from his hand and putting it down. "I need a special favor."
She pushed him into a chair and then sat in his lap, putting her arms around his neck. She ground her ass into his thighs and felt the swollen hard-on pushing up from underneath.
"Pussycat," he replied, shaken. "I ... I'd be glad to do anything at all for you ... but I think you should calm down. I mean, you're ... uhhh ... g-getting to be a big girl now, and though I loved ... uhhh ... cuddling you when you were small ... you're too big for something like that, now. If ... uhhhh ... you wanted to ... uhhh ... talk about something ... I think you should sit somewhere else."
"You don't understand, Uncle Steve," she whispered, pressing her babysoft cheek against his stubbled face. "I still need to be cuddled. Just because I'm older doesn't mean I should lose all that affection."
She could see the arguments bouncing back and forth in his eyes, but when she kissed his neck, she knew she had won when he said, "The hell with it!"
His arms wrapped themselves tightly around her as his mouth came down on hers. Her lips shuddered under the firmness of his kiss, but opened before he could regain control of himself. Her soft, titillating tongue fluttered between his lips, and he felt pure agony well up in his groin. He sucked it gently, not used to such tenderness, and she licked his palate and gums before accepting the rough thrust of his tongue between her own lips, sucking it softly, driving him insane with more and more heat. His arms tightened strongly around her body and she was certain he was ready to crack her ribs, but she loved it.
"Oh, Uncle Steve," she whispered, breathing in his ear when the kiss finally broke. She was panting, feeling his lips sliding across her cheek, moving down to the hollow of her throat. She could feel his massive hard-on pushing against her thighs, and it drove her wild. One way or another she was determined to use that cock.
She felt him holding her tight, one hand cupping a rounded buttock. His other hand slid up her spine, sending hot icicles shooting through her. His fingers reached the string tying her bikini halter together behind her back, and he tugged on it, letting it fall open. Hungrily his mouth kissed her shoulder harder, and she felt his hand slide up and around until it was cupping her smooth, sweet, silken budding breast. Pussycat shuddered violently, knowing it had been much too long since she'd been loved by anyone, male or female. The overwhelming pressure of the palm of a man she liked made her weak with desire for more of him. Yes, he was so much older than any other man who had ever touched her, but the fact added sensuousness to the situation, and she swayed while sitting in his lap. She shut her eyes, thrilling to the wonder of his rubbing palm, hardening her budding nipple, making it into a turgid peg of passion.
"Ohhh ... golly, Uncle Steve," she whispered.
He slipped off the halter and picked her up, carrying her into her tiny bedroom. Faint beams of sunlight slanted in through the window at mid-afternoon, cutting across her bed where he put her down before going to the door and closing it. Her swollen little teat was white ivory bathed in a golden light, shimmering like cool marble to his touch until the blood began pulsing madly through it, making it turn into a flaming pap of desire.
She heard the soft moan come from his throat as he lowered his head and took the thickening pinkness of her nipple between his manly lips, licking gently with his tongue, afraid she was as fragile as the white porcelain she resembled. Her hand automatically cupped the back of his grey head, pressing his lips more solidly against the pinkness of her rose-colored aureole, forcing more of the swollen boob into his mouth.
She felt his lips sucking madly, desperately, his flat tongue pressing the quivering button of nipple. His spitum washed the entire area, and she felt like her breast was part of a honeycomb being sucked on by some wild bear. She watched as his mouth drew back, exposing the saliva-covered nipple, and then his pursed lips sucked it right back in again. She could feel the edges of his teeth lightly nibbling the burning point. Her body shook and shivered at his oral caress, until she was certain she would go mad with uncontrolled feeling. Each time was better than the time before. Each time she felt as if she was learning something new.
"Just a minute, Uncle Steve," she whispered.
His head came up, his lips leaving her tit, and the sunlight warmed the cool wetness his mouth had left behind, drying the saliva on her nipple. She saw him watching as she slid out from under him, got to her feet, and slowly, sinuously, tantalizingly peeled the bikini bottom from her body, letting it slide down over her thighs, knees, calves, and ankles. She kicked it off to the side, then stood with her back to the window, letting the sunlight silhouette her firm little body. The sweet youth of her flesh, the smoothness of her alabaster arms and legs, and the almost invisible golden threads on her pelvis, hidden in shadow because of the haloing sunlight, made her more desirable than ever. Her tiny breasts jutted proudly toward him, the pinkness of their nipples and roseates also darkened by the shadow completely enveloping the front of her. Even so, he was barely able to see her nipples as twin flashes of sexual desire.
Pussycat watched him swallow, seeing the way his pulsing cock throbbed madly in his pants. She had no idea he was no longer looking at her like some untouchable little goddess, because it had never occurred to her any man saw her that way. She was a warm, wonderful, tantalizing cunt, made to be fucked, sucked, and diddled, with flashing eyes that told him she intended being no less gentle with him. True, she still had that wonderful air of pure innocence about her, and it would make him feel as if he were sullying some vestal virgin. But the idea of doing such a thing made him hotter than ever, and Pussycat could see the heat radiating in him.
Her tits, small and firm, stood up and seemed to wave to him with every breath she took. She was so totally beautiful, heat built higher and higher in him. He could see some of her mother in her, and he had loved fucking her mother.
Pussycat felt his eyes devouring her. She wanted him to want her so much he would do anything and everything for her. In her innocence she was learning the wily ways of women. Even so, she was not using these wiles to lead him to her body simply because she wanted her body as a weapon. There was no ulterior motive behind her longing for the man she called Uncle Steve. Her desire to be fucked by him wasn't so he could do something else for her later on. The fucking was the end unto itself.
She felt the weight of her tiny breasts for the first time, almost as if they were detached things she was forced to carry. True, the weight was not objectionable. Rather the pressure of her upthrust breasts seemed to make her stronger.
She watched the way his eyes moved along the flatness of her belly, taking in her indented waist, then following the billow of her swollen hips. But when his eyes came to her girlish pubis, hidden in shadow, almost covered by a slightly lifted right thigh, they remained locked on.
"I need you, Uncle Steve," she whispered, raising her arms and holding them out to him.
She saw he was unable to take her visual teasing any longer, and watched as he all but tore his clothing off, scattering everything around the room. Totally naked in a matter of seconds, he was no longer able to remain passive. He strode toward her, picked her up, and carried her to the bed, letting his lower hand squeeze the cheeks of her ass. And Pussycat writhed madly.
He set her down on the floor near the bed, on her feet, and she threw her arms around his neck, crushing his wonderfully masculine body to hers. She had noticed the curling gray hairs on his chest, and was surprised a man his age had so hard and flat a tummy. The swinging cock, which she had noticed was large and thick, was pressing into her own soft belly, and the heat of it made her wild. He was squeezing her soft nakedness against the firm, hard pressure of his own body, and she was reveling in it. She felt the crushing of his wide chest, narrow waist, and flat thighs as his penis continued scrubbing its rubbery head against her belly, almost as if trying to penetrate her navel. God! She wanted the feel of that truncheon inside her. True, it wasn't as large as Davey's or Uncle Mike's, but it was large enough. Certainly it was larger than Peter's. It was even larger than Tom Catrino's. Oh yes! It was a lovely cock, and she wanted to feel the full thickness of it in her anxious snatch. She shuddered as she felt his hands clutch her round white buttocks.
They held tightly together to one another in the sunlight, quivering and quaking with want for one another. She could feel the rubbery head of his pressing phallus leaking its colorless ointment all over her belly. Her budding tits dug into the brillo-like hairs on his chest, pushing through and touching his flesh. God! She was so desirable and wonderful. Fucking this sweet girl would more than make up for her father's having fucked both his daughters.
Finally, Pussycat slowly disengaged herself from his strong arms and lay down on the bed. She stretched her girlish arms and legs up toward him, begging him to come into them.
"Ooooooh Lord!" Tanny breathed, letting his body down until he rested between the white columns held up so invitingly.
Pussycat felt him press his body against hers, knowing she was softly cushioning him as her arms surrounded his back and his lips once more sank into the side of her throat. For what seemed like forever, but was only a few short minutes, they lay that way, he, pressing his firm torso against her pillowy, growing breasts, and she, encircling him with both arms and legs, rubbing her thighs against his hips and squirming and writhing underneath him.
Sounds filtered up from the street below. They could hear other kids talking and laughing, and more than a dozen cars passed by. She felt his fingers moving under her pinioned body, feeling the way his fingertips worked through the curves and hollows of her tender torso. One of his hands reached up and wound fingers in her hair, and then his mouth was away from her throat, his lips coming down and bruising hers, all but ravaging the hot hollow of her mouth with his thrusting tongue.
Pussycat sighed, thrilling to the pressure deep in her throat, unaware how much of the animal she had aroused in him. He was enjoying the seduction, but he wanted to feel like the aggressor in spite of everything, and so used his tongue to lick through her mouth strongly.
Pussycat decided her best course was total non-resistance. She sensed his need for aggression even before his fingers had pulled her hair, and his tongue had plunged so deeply into her hungry mouth. She didn't want to do the wrong things with Uncle Steve and made him mad at her.
With his mouth still cemented to hers, he slid off her body and lay down by her side. She felt his lips slide off hers and kiss her neck, her shoulder, and her breast. It made her breathe all the harder. She felt his hand rotate against the flatness of her white belly, moving up to her other tit where the palm rubbed against her tumescent nubbin of nipple. She felt his tongue flicking madly across the other nipple, arousing her to even greater heights. She felt the way his tongue played with the swollen bud, teasing it, licking around it, touching the very tip of it, then slithering down to the underside of the breast. Then his tongue would lick around the entire breast, and she sighed, audibly, letting him know how much she appreciated what he was doing. She felt his tongue working in circles, wetting her entire breast until it glittered in the yellow sunlight.
He moved a little so he could press her two breasts together, and then his tongue licked at the pink nipples much like they were strawberry ice cream standing out of two white ice cream cones. She felt his tongue and lips lick and suck and all of it in turn as his head moved back and forth across the two pink-topped hillocks of snow, drinking and savoring the flavor of her dual wonders. The nipples stood up like solid little nuggets, each sunk into a quivering mass of white and pink gelatin.
She loved it, and couldn't get enough of it. His lips and tongue were better than any other's she'd ever felt. She needed more, much more, and didn't know how to have the feeling increase.
"Bite!" she whispered hoarsely. "Bite them, hard!"
She felt Tanny compress his teeth around the left nipple and apply more and more pressure.
"Yessssss!" she hissed. "Harderrrr, but harderrrr."
He bit harder, and she wept with joy, murmuring a "YIIIIIEEEEEYIIIIIAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!"
And she writhed her body against his as tears of delight stung her eyes.
"Like it?" she heard Steve Tanny ask.
"Yes, oh YES, Uncle Steve," she whispered.
Her hands cupped his shaggy grey head and pulled his mouth back to her shivering tits. Then, when his lips had once again clamped on one of her nipples, she used her fingers to trace his cheeks, ears, and jawbone. She shook with passion as he sucked.
She felt his hands press on her outthrust little breasts, the nipples still wet from his tonguing's, then he slid down a little and let the coolness of his tongue lick into her dimpled navel. Her rounded hips raised themselves off the bed as her hands rested themselves almost clutchingly on his shoulders.
Pussycat could feel Tanny's wandering lips as they sought out the shape of her wanting body. The tongue touching her flesh flicked in and out like some kind of sensing device, and her skin felt as if tiny little throats were buried within, screaming out their pleasures. Lord! Lord! To have this wonderful man kissing her body from top to bottom caused waves of rapture to trammel through her body, across the outer layers of her soft, sensitive flesh. A million tiny needles seemed to shoot from her pores, and then suddenly reverse themselves, stabbing back into her body.
As he sucked and licked, ideas began forming in her head, and though she retained the essence of her innocence, she began to understand certain facts of life. A female was nothing without a male to keep her body alive. Perhaps later in life she would come upon one particular male who would supersede all others, thereby making all the others unnecessary. But until that time, while she was still a young girl and not yet ready to really fall in love, she still needed to sate the demands of her body. For this reason she would continue to love the wonderful men who went on fulfilling the needs of her body.
"UHHHHYAAAAGGGHHH!" she squealed when she felt his tongue trailing through the light, fuzzy pelt between her thighs. And then his tongue was lapping its way through the blonde jungle to the secret world hidden behind the labial slices in her perspiring crotch.
His hands were now resting on the white insides of both thighs, and she felt his thumbs rub into her pelvis near his tongue. He tickled her pubis and let his thumbs tingle along the outer labia. With his thumbs he spread her tingling pussy lips until she knew he was staring into the innermost depths of her womanhood. Her soft pink, inner labia were glistening in the sunlight. The flaps were like security gates, with an outer gate opening to reveal an inner one. And beyond the second series of fleshy doors was the wonderful core of paradise.
Pussycat gasped as she felt him slide a finger past her two sets of labia into her tight, compressing groove. She felt her flesh shudder as her entire body involuntarily leaped up from the bed and she once again uttered a, "YEEEEE ... IIIIIAAAAHHHH."
She could feel the knowing tickle of his fingertip ignite the spark of her sensitive nervous system. Each of the endings in her wet cunt felt raw and exposed, and it was agonizingly wonderful. The lips of her sucking pussy seemed to fold in on themselves, sucking on the finger in there, wishing it was a solid phallus, instead. Tears flooded her eyes, and she wondered why he bothered using a finger when she needed that cock so urgently.
Then she felt him push his face between her thighs, licking to the right, then to the left, soaking the upper loins with his saliva. It made her own juices flow out past his finger, onto her perineum. And from the ardent way his tongue licked up the seeping fluid, she knew he was enjoying himself. In burning anguish she wriggled and cried excruciatingly as her hands reached up and grabbed at nothing but air. Oh God! Her cunt was yearning to be plumbed by fat, solid prick. And her own musky odor was making his senses reel. By now she was aware of what the odor of a vaginal interior did to almost any man.
Her face was lined with anxiety, begging ... pleading ... quivering and shaking in its need for cock. She knew he had to see and understand it.
"Beautiful girl," she heard him whisper. "Darling, lovely little angel. Until a few minutes ago I would never have dreamed I would have the honor of entering this holy temple. Now let me worship you with all my strength."
He raised his body up and moved along her torso, letting his penis slide along her thighs until it reached the fuzzy surroundings of her pouting pussy lips. He was determined to bury himself as far into her as he could go, and no matter how much it might hurt her ... even to the point of taking her virginity if she still had it ... he intended thrusting it in all at once.
"NOW!" he insisted, pressing his phallic head between her hungering cuntlips.
CHAPTER EIGHT
His solid meat plunged all the way in, fast and hard, meeting flesh that fought him all the way. Yet so determined was he to ram himself home, that he didn't stop until every last little bit of his simmering cock was sheathed in the flaming confines of her lusting cunt. Her tissues and membranes surrounded the velvet-covered hardness of his lancing prick as tightly as the casing around a frankfurter. Her box was so tight, he felt his eyes bulge with the pressure as she squealed a "WAHHHHHWWWWOOOOYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH!"
Pussycat thought her entire body had been cloven in half. This was the thickest piece of meat she'd ever had buried inside her. The tightness of her insides, pushing down and swallowing the probe buried in her was so complete she was certain she would simply faint away. Even though she had been fucked by two other cocks, her cunt was so squeezingly tight, her body knew pain again because of the swift way the skewer staked its way into her. The gaff seemed to run all the way into her, and she thought it would protrude from her throat at any moment.
"Ohhhhhh ... Jesus!" Tanny muttered. "Oh Jesus! What a tight fuckhole. I've plugged into a lot of cunts in my time, but nothing to ... uhhhhh ... compare to this!"
Pussycat tightened her vaginal muscles even more around the obtruding phallus. They clung to him as if his hard cock was some kind of salvation for her, tightly constricting around it like a solid band of elastic. The deeper he plunged, the tighter her tunnel clasped him.
Her hips rose high, clamped around his thighs, them came slamming back down into the bed, and she realized she was totally impaled on the monstrous cock. There was no escaping it. Heck! There was no reason to want to escape from his mighty plunger. It continued to force her inner tunnel walls farther apart, splitting her right up the middle. This was more than she had ever dreamed of.
She felt him push his penis in just a little more, ascertaining he was as far in as he could go, and then he flexed his hips, pulling his long, thick plug back. At the same time he pressed his hairy chest against her budding knobs, letting her nipples tantalize his flesh. And as his solid cock drove into her tight tunnel again, his tongue knifed into her mouth, changing any possible yelps and screams to gushing, gurgling mixtures of pleasure. Her hands gripped his shoulders hard. Her body writhed and squirmed under his weight, but there was no way he would pull out until he'd finished.
With the passage of another few moments, Pussycat felt the knifing pain slowly fade from her aching cunt, and she found herself starting to breathe regularly again. The swollen cock head twitched inside her pussy, making her feel one reverberation of delight after another.
She knew he could sense a lessening of the tightness, and he pounded into her then, starting a wild cadence inside as the solid muscles of her vulva now welcomed his thrusting cock and sucked it in as if having no intention of letting it go.
Oh, good God! she thought, it feels so good! He was ploughing into her cunt with long, hard, solid strokes. She could feel his balls slamming into her perineum and lower ass, and she knew she would love tasting this lengthy cock, someday, pulling it far into the back of her throat. For now, she was more than content to feel it buried where it was.
She felt his heavy hands push themselves under her taut asscheeks, lifting her cunt higher, and now his plunging meat was sinking in faster and harder, feeling as if it were going deeper, even though he was as deep as he could go. Her hungry quim sucked long and hard on his meat, and little by little, try as her cuntwalls attempted, they were unable to cling as tightly as before as their elasticity yielded to his penial attack.
Pussycat still held him close with her arms, but she unwrapped her thighs, digging her heels into the bed to give her better leverage as he continued fucking into her. Because of his weight on her chest, her breathing was a bit labored, but she refused to yield to him. As he kissed her throat, he felt her childish lips and tongue teasing his ear.
"S-o-o-o-o-o good," she crooned, softly.
"Like it, huh?" he asked, thrusting forward again, his hips pressing heavily into her haunches as he drove into her open cunt, and she felt the hot, rubbery skinned flail press into her tender membranes again. Her pussy passage was like some cock-starved monster, constantly gobbling more and more meat inside. She urged her back higher, trying to swallow more penis, but there just wasn't any more penis to swallow. Her bubbling cunt was a blazing oven of liquid tissue, and she could feel the blood-swollen knob of his pounding cock rap at her cervical entrance, almost as if it expected the womb to open up and swallow it in. His come-filled balls still slapped against her soft perineum, and the sensation drove her wild.
"Sonofabitch!" Tanny murmured, and Pussycat reprimanded him with a, "Hush! Uncle Steve. You aren't supposed to say nasty words like that." But not once did she break the constant rhythm they had developed between the two of them.
He pressed hard, driving his cudgel ever harder into her clutching hole, and she strained to meet his pumping log of steel, her ass completely lifting off the bed each time his pelvis slammed forward and down. Then her thighs wrapped themselves around his hips as she actually attempted to climb his pole, working continuously, panting heavily.
"Uhhhhh ... Uncle S ... S ... Sssteve ... oh, Uncle Steve!!!" she gasped, feeling his delightful prick continue to thrust away inside her burning, flaming canal he continued stuffing so expertly. He was driving into her like a maddened bullock, and now she could feel his testicles slamming her perineum with a loud thwack. Her ass was more upturned than ever, and would have strained to turn up even more if it meant fitting in more of that marvelous piece of meat. Her loins clung to him desperately, clutching him anguishedly as she hurried to continue matching the tempo of his driving thrusts. What a wonderful, marvelous feeling. The incessant driving of his cock thrilled her no end, but coupled with the weighty clutch of his body against hers she realized she was feeling the ultimate in any man-woman relationship.
Once again she mentally berated her parents for keeping her from this wonderful feeling. How could they be so cruel as to rob her of such wonderful feelings when they, themselves, indulged.
Pussycat had no idea just how much they indulged. If she did she would not only have been more astonished, but considerably more angry. It took wonderful Uncle Steve to really help ease the burning she had felt shooting through her for more than a week now, ever since she delivered Pete's homework.
Mad, hard, solidly-nailed-in strokes filled her wanting pussy, and all she could feel was glorious felicity as tears poured down her cheeks in rapturous delight. The thrills shooting through her cunt were so wantonly marvelous, she knew she wouldn't be able to contain herself much longer. She was going to come, and only hoped Uncle Steve would come, as well. After all, he was being so nice to her, it was only fair he get something from this, as well.
"Can't hold off ... much longer," he gasped. "I'm ... UHH ... gonna shoot a big wad into ... UHHH ... you ... honey."
"Hurry ..." she wheezed, thrusting her ass up from the bed. "Oh, hurry, Uncle Steve. I want to feel that hot stuff of yours shooting all the way up into me, HURRY!"
She was sighing and purring under his wicked lancings, tightening her thighs all the more around his hips as she drove her ass higher with every thrust. She worked her loins along the length of his driving pole all the more furiously, anxious to reach her culmination. She could hear his hog-like grunts as he continued driving into her with incessant energy. The springs of the bed beneath them squeaked violently now, and he knew they would be heard by anyone coming into the house. Nevertheless, he was too far gone to even care. He had to come! He just had to, and there was no two ways about it.
She felt him move even more quickly now, spearing his meat home with cunt splitting force, driving his solid penis into the hungry maw of her anxious cunt. She felt his hands, still squeezing her asscheeks, suddenly touch her asshole. There was a dribbling of pussy juice eeling down from her cunt right into the crack of her ass, and now it was tickling her anus. He used a forefinger to rub the sticky moisture against her anal aperture, probing gently. Then she felt him stab forward, hard, and her rubbery anal ring yielded, slightly. Then, on the down thrust, she felt his finger push into her ass up to the first knuckle, the tight sphincter locking around the finger.
"Ooooooooooh!" she yelped, her body thrusting high off the bed as his finger sent a new thrill, a different shudder, through her body.
She felt the finger squirming around inside her, widening her tight anal rictus. It began moving around faster and faster, making Pussycat throw her body higher and higher.
"WOW!" she gasped, wondering what he was trying to do.
Oddly, she enjoyed the stabbing of his finger into her asshole. She squealed, knowing had he tired stuffing a finger into her while she was dry, she would have screamed in pain.
The mighty mast in her cunt continued working away, and the finger in her asshole was sinking deeper and deeper. It made her even crazier with passion.
There was a thin, membraneous wall between her cunt and her asshole, and she could feel the finger and the cock actually rubbing against one another. She knew this was enhancing the sensations in her cunt and ass all the more, while it made his cock seem more sensitive. He was keeping time with his finger, plunging it into her asshole at the same moment his stuffing cock filled her salacious cunt. She groaned wildly, churning and bucking madly, up and down, forward and back until the full length of his finger filled her rectum. Wonderful thrills shot through her shuddering body as she felt herself being fucked in two places at once, by what seemed to be two steel rods at once. She was gasping out her pleasure in his ear, biting his lobe and stabbing the inside of the aural orifice with her tongue.
She was shuddering back and forth madly, now. Thrusting upward, she felt his mighty prong fill her gaping cunt to its fullest, then falling back on the bed, she caused the finger to be rammed up her ass. And the more he plugged into her, the faster she moved her own body.
"That's ... ooooooh ... my ... girl," he whispered. "Fuck ... fuck ... keep on fucking ... FASTER ... SHHHHHH ... HARDER ... FUCK!!!"
His voice was constricted with delight, and she could feel the heat of his balls against her body, letting her know they were madly inflamed. She hoped his sac wouldn't explode before he had a chance to empty that hot, warm, splashing sperm into her belly.
She could feel it swelling, enlarging now, as it drove all the harder into her licentious channel with maddening force. He rammed harder with every thrust, still keeping the rhythm with his finger in her asshole. And all the while Pussycat held him a virtual prisoner between her plump, soft thighs. Each the prisoner, each the keeper, they continued moving their bodies up and down with the maddening rapidity as they applied all their strength to attain their summits.
And then Pussycat's legs released him. They jackknifed under her, presenting the entire expanse of crotch to the maddening fucking cock as her eyes almost rolled back in her head, her short blond hair whipping wildly from side to side. Her beautiful, childlike face was lined with excruciating sensation as she felt everything suddenly well up in her all at once. The anal orgasm, tingling in her ass, splattered against her body at the same moment she felt the vaginal climax explode inside.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNCCCCCCLLLE SSSTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVVEEE!!!" she screamed. "I-I-I-I-I-I'M COOOMMMING!"
Her wail carried throughout the house, even with the door shut. Steve felt the hackles on the back of his neck rise as his bloated testicles prepared to fire. The heat was overpowering, and he gasped like a fish out of water as his manly body continued to brutally batter hers. And all the while, Pussycat continued spasming convulsively against him as one climax followed another into her. She couldn't believe it, but she was having multiple orgasms, one after the other, and then she felt him unleash his own reservoir into her.
Her thighs locked themselves tightly around his solid body, and her loins squirmed ecstatically in a mad shiver of pleasure as the thrills continued echoing from her own throat in fresh screams that threatened to blast the ceiling above them apart.
Tanny felt his gigantic load come rocketing into her compression chamber in a maddening series of heavy spurts rushing from his scrotum, through the yards and yards of tubes in his body, into the slender tube running along the underside of his penis, right out into her sucking snatch. He blasted in continuous, unending shots as he found himself out of control, yelling, "HOLYYYYYY SHHHEEEEEEIIIIIITTTTTT!"
His hips thudded into her body faster than the speed of thought as her own hips strove to continue matching him, both feeling the mad orgasms surging through them. Pussycat's milking cuntlips were sucking the very essence of Tanny's life out through his aching prick. Heavy, gummy, sticky, creaming blasts were shooting into the very depths of her crazy cunt. The liquid flood roared through her, dazzling her, making her brain spin as another orgasm slammed in on top of all those she'd already enjoyed. She heaved and bounced, seeing sparklers go off in her brain, bursting in her mind as her entire body seemed to become a cunt, thrilling to the wondrous excitement of it all.
She felt his mouth cover hers as he kissed her again, and she responded, wanting to go on and on and on, hoping this would never end. Fireworks continued exploding in her mind as their lips locked together and fused, even as their flesh had temporarily become a single being, locked together in the blazing flames of an unearthly sensation.
Spasms took hold of the both of them again and they continued clinging as his softening penis still drove into her tightening cunt over and over, their bodies pressing together so tightly it was as if each could literally crawl into the other.
And then, little by little, very slowly, their convulsions lessened. Pussycat could feel the gushing blasts now reduced to single, sticky droplets falling into her rather than gushering in. Her milking vaginal walls compressed tightly around the shriveling penis, milking it for all it was worth, draining it of every drop.
Finally it was over. He sprawled on top of her like some kind of dead man, aware he had to dress before Sally Wallace came home and found her lover embracing her daughter.
"You were wonderful, Uncle Steve," Pussycat kept whispering, running her fingers through his gray hair. "No man has ever been this good."
"How many others have there been?" he gasped.
"Not many," she admitted. "Mom and daddy are so dopey about it all. They won't allow me to have a good time. I have to always do it in secret. Hey, you won't tell either of them, will you?"
"No, honey," he assured her, feeling some little strength flow back into him. "I won't tell them. In fact, if you want, we could kind of do this every now and again whenever I'm free. What say?"
"Sure. You're the best fuck I've ever known."
"And you're the best one I've ever known," he said, smiling.
Slowly, very slowly, he got dressed. Pussycat, who had enjoyed herself, dressed much more quickly. And when he was fully dressed and about to leave, Pussycat's mother came home. Seeing him, she said, "Pussycat, go to the movies. Don't come home for two hours." And she was already undoing her dress as Pussycat left the house. Poor Uncle Steve, Pussycat thought.
CHAPTER NINE
Sunday arrived, and Pussycat, along with her parents, went to the estate of Cousin Mickey Wallace. It was a large estate with a lot of rolling grounds. And as her parents' car parked in the circular driveway, near the front entrance to the house, Pussycat realized there weren't going to be nearly as many people attending the party this year as in other years. In fact, there were only two other cars parked near her father's. One was a large Chrysler New Yorker, and she knew it was Cousin Dickey's car. His real name was Richard, just as Cousin Mickey's real name was Michael. But then-parents had begun calling them Mickey and Dickey very early in their lives, and now every other member of the family referred to them as Mickey and Dickey. The other car belonged to Uncle Mike.
When they entered the large family room, Pussycat and her parents found the others waiting. Uncle Mike was there with his wife, Aunt Cynthia. Their fifteen year old son, Osgood, was there, as well. Cousin Mickey was handing out drinks from behind the bar, and his wife, Cousin Martha, was serving hors d'oeuvres, and Cousin Dickey, with his wife, Cousin Lois, were sitting on the large divan.
Pussycat noticed that Cousin Osgood had a tremendous capacity for alcohol, and he was drinking as if prohibition would shortly be coming back. So when it was suggested, after a large lunch, that Pussycat go off with Cousin Osgood and look at his butterfly collection, there being no chaperon's available, Pussycat didn't object. Instead, when she left the room, she took a bottle of gin with her, and when she and Osgood went into the trophy room, she presented him with the bottle as a present. In almost no time, Cousin Osgood was out cold, though it took nearly half the bottle to do it, in addition to what he had already snorted.
"Only you would be dumb enough to bring along a butterfly collection, Osgood," she giggled.
Hurrying back the way she came, she saw all the grownups had already adjourned to the bedrooms, upstairs: all but Cousin Lois. She, like Osgood, had enjoyed a little too much hooch, and was fast asleep on the living room sofa. Well, if her parents, cousins, and aunt and uncle were doing what she believed them to be doing, they were short one cunt.
On her way upstairs, she passed the dining room, and there she saw Aunt Cynthia out cold. Heck! This was turning into one dumb party with all the women drinking themselves into a stupor. Her mother and Cousin Martha were the only women left.
Cousin Martha was a redhead, so it was easy to tell she was the woman riding her father's penis in the first bedroom. Both were totally naked, both were very drunk, and both were having themselves one helluva ball. Martha's long red hair looked like falling fire as it tumbled down around her face. She was laughing and giggling, astride Tom Wallace's monstrous penis. This was the first real glimpse Pussycat had of her father's cock, even if she could only see the stalk. It was thicker than her arm, and probably just as long as her forearm. Her father was slamming his cock up into the clutching confines of Martha's yawning cunt chasm, and from the way it sloshed around in there, Pussycat could understand why Cousin Martha had wanted her father. Anything with less breadth would have just swizzled around without having any kind of effect.
How could they really be enjoying themselves without a tight fit? Pussycat wondered. She hoped her cunt would never get that goosey-loosey. That was awful.
Still, Pussycat had to admit, Cousin Martha really knew how to ride a cock. She was going hell-for-leather, bouncing madly, her egg shaped buttocks slamming against Tom Wallace's solid, hairy thighs, and the two of them were really laughing it up, completely oblivious to anything and anyone.
The sight of it all made her very hot, and she was almost tempted to strip down, run into the room, and sit on her father's face and let him eat her cunt out.
"Hey!" she heard a voice call out, and saw Cousin Dickey staggering out of the private bathroom in the bedroom. "You two started without me."
He was no less soused than the other two, and he was just as eager to get in on the action. Martha turned her head toward Dickey and called out, "C'mon, brother-in-law. Join in the fun."
Tom Wallace pulled her forward, letting her small, firm tits press into his hard chest, exposing the large white buttocks she was using to help her spring her back up into the air each time she came bouncing down. Tom's hands reached down and grabbed her white asscheeks, pulling the balloon-like shapes nice and wide, revealing the brown little pucker of an asshole. The more Tom tugged on Martha's asscheeks, the wider her asshole seemed to open.
Tom was slamming his hips up more strongly than ever, and Martha was bouncing and leaning forward, grunting with each thrust. Her ass loomed larger and larger and larger in Dickey Wallace's eyes.
Dickey crawled up on the bed, his body obscuring the view for Pussycat, who was still watching from the doorway. His hairy legs bumped against the two moons of Martha's ass.
Pussycat decided she wanted a better view, and so quietly walked into the room. She watched as Cousin Dickey grabbed his great horse cock, just about the same size as her brother Davey's, and inched it closer to Martha's winking asshole. Christ! It was a beautiful ass. Even Pussycat had to admit to herself that Cousin Martha had a gorgeous rump.
She watched as Dickey began pressing his blunt-nosed cock against Martha's bucking asshole. Then Martha stiffened as she felt the solid meat being pushed in. Pussycat stared in wide-eyed amazement, unable to believe an asshole could open wide enough to contain such a thick cock.
Goodness, she thought. IF Cousin Martha can do it, so can If That's something I'll really have to try. It looks like a lot of fun.
And then she remembered the feel of Steve Tanny's finger in her asshole while his cock had been buried in her cunt. Gee, Martha was very lucky. Imagine having a cock in the asshole as well as in the cunt. The two would be rubbing together, separated by a thin, internal membrane. How good it felt to have something rubbing against that membrane from both sides at once.
"Easy," Martha warned, feeling Dickey trying to shove his meat into her ass all at once. "Slow, brother-in-law. Nice and slow."
Pussycat watched as Dickey reached down with his two hands and spread Martha's asscheeks wide apart. He used his thumb to stretch her asshole wide, but his cock, which he had almost plunged in, popped out because of the wild movement Tom Wallace was performing in Martha's loose snatch. Dickey took aim with his thumbs still holding the asshole open, and his aim was good. His purple glans went halfway in. The muscular ring of her asshole was a lot tighter than her vulva. From where she was watching, Pussycat knew Cousin Dickey was getting the better part of Cousin Martha.
"Get it in there, already," Tom Wallace growled.
With a hard, strong thrust, Wallace stuffed a good portion of his meat far up into the tight, wrinkly bumhole. He rammed hard, shoving and shoving, and on the first real shove half his auger had bored in. He flexed and drove again, and the rest of his solid wang went ramming up into the tightness of Martha's asshole. Dickey's hands took a firm grip on Martha's hips, and then he began thrusting back and forth, not even bothering to keep time with the thrusts of Pussycat's father as he fucked in and out of Martha's large cunt.
"YAAAAAA-HHHOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, plunging his solid dork in and out. "RIDE 'EM COWBOY!"
"Good man!" Tom Wallace yelled out. "You've made her cunt one helluva lot tighter. Oh, YEAH! THATTA WAY, DICKEY!"
"OH, YEAH," Dickey yelled out. "There ain't no thin' like a good ass. OH, WOW! Yeah! Your ass is the tightest thing I've ever plowed into, Martha."
"You and I oughtta change places," Tom Wallace laughed. "I could use a tight tunnel to hold my cock. This cunt of hers is like the Holland Tunnel."
"Stop complaining," Martha snapped at him. "It's at least as good as your wife's cunt, and you know it."
"In its own way," Tom laughed. "But Sally's pussy is a hellofa lot tighter than yours."
"I can't help it if the elasticity of my vulva has become loose."
"Next time douche with alum."
"I do that and you won't be able to open your mouth for a whole week after eating me out."
"You gotta point there, Martha-baby. Okay, with Dickey's cock inside you, you're almost just the right tightness. Now let's see you pump that luscious ass of yours."
Pussycat stared and felt jealous. There was Cousin Martha with one cock in her cunt and the other in her ass. Before the day was over, she would have to try that, and more.
Leaving her father, and Cousins Martha and Dickey, she walked down the hall to the next bedroom. There, on the floor, Uncle Mike had passed out. He was always doing that. And her mother, fully dressed, was apologizing to Cousin Mickey for her period just arriving. And then she, too, passed out.
"Hi," Pussycat whispered, stepping into the room. "You look like you're having a bit of trouble."
"Hey, Pussycat," he murmured, almost sober at the sight of her, looking at his naked body near the clothed body of her unconscious mother. "You get outta here before your father finds you and thinks I did something t'you."
"My father is so drunk," she whispered, "that he wouldn't care who was doing what to whom. Heck, if I had the courage to go into that other bedroom naked, I'll bet he'd be all over me."
"Come on, Pussycat," Mickey whispered. "You're too young for any of this."
"Oh no I'm not," she insisted. "I know just as much about it as anyone, and I'll prove it."
It took her almost no time to remove her mini-dress and stand naked in front of her cousin. Mickey just stood near her unconscious mother, who was sprawled out on the floor by now, unable to move. Looking at her sweet, innocent, youthful, smooth body with its developing titties and faint traces of blond pubic hair, Mickey felt his own cock starting to erect in a hurry. And Pussycat noticed the way it began to stretch and stiffen and point in her direction.
"Jesus, kid! I'm not gonna be responsible for what happens here," he told her.
"I know," she whispered, walking toward him.
He wanted to move away, but felt his feet rooted to the spot. He couldn't budge. She walked up to him, pressed her cool girlish palms against his burning flesh, tickling his stout, hairy chest, and slowly moving down along the shape of his stomach. She was breathing heavily as her palms neared his hips. She pulled his bulky body closer to her. She saw him smiling now, enjoying what she was doing. And when her hand began tickling the hairs of his pubis, he really shivered.
"C'mon, Cousin Mickey," she whispered, her eyes shining and her mouth slightly open as her breath became even heavier.
Leaning forward, she kissed him on the thigh and let her short blond hair rub into his balls. Then slowly, very slowly, with her tongue flatly pressed against the thigh, she brought her head up until her mouth was level with his pointing cock. Her cheek seemed to push the cock aside as she leaned forward and kissed his hairy pelvis, as well as the stomach hanging out over it. Then her lips moved lower, and she could feel Mickey taking a deep breath.
Her own heart was beating like a bass drum. She had really been afraid he would have enough willpower to send her away. That would have been bad for the both of them. Heck! She was big enough and old enough to do these things. And she certainly didn't need the influence of alcohol, like all these adults. She enjoyed it all so much more while sober. But it was a good thing Cousin Mickey was slightly inebriated. Sober, he might have had enough strength to drive her away, foolish though it would have been.
Her soft, tender lips found his solid manhood, and she let it slowly slide between her kissing lips. Mickey stood stock-still, afraid for the first time in a long time he would prematurely ejaculate. Her mouth was so warm and arousing he had to fight to gain control of himself. Shit! There was no turning back, now. At least he might as well enjoy it.
She ran her little pink tongue lightly over the mottled rubbery glans of the solid member. Cousin Mickey's cock was exactly the same size as that of Cousin Dickey's. In that one respect they were twins. She felt it twitch, a thing alive unto itself as she licked it, then pulled back to better study it. The head was a darker purple than that of any cock she had ever seen, and now that she looked back on the past month, she had seen more than a few. Like all the others, this one looked scrumptious.
Her tongue leaped out and proceeded to cover the spongy dome, licking around and around, touching the underside, moving along the full length of the hard cock, returning to the ridge of the corona, licking around it, watching him shudder as the pink tip of her tongue seemed to draw juices out of the sightless eye in its direct center. She licked at the knot underneath where the shaft and the head became one. She felt the spasmodic shudder jolt through his body. It was a particularly vulnerable spot, so she licked at it again, and once more saw him jerk.
Plunging the whole length of hot, hard dick into her mouth, she sucked and felt his body tremble as his breath became ragged. She felt his hands reach out and grab her ears as if they were handles, yanking her face right up against his thighs as his hard dong jammed itself into her gullet, sliding all the way down her throat. She could feel its massiveness swelling in her esophagus, and it only made her hotter. Her lips pressed into his hairy pelvis, as her tongue snaked out and touched his scrotum. He was humping himself back and forth, and she helped by grabbing his asscheeks for balance, and pushing and pulling her face with the phallic probe sunk all the way inside. She could already feel the rod starting to swell, and she wanted to taste his wonderful seed. Gosh, but he had a delicious cock.
Mickey felt he would blow his mind at any moment. He had boffed cousins, aunts and even some older nieces, but none of them had been the equal of Tom Wallace's hot little Pussycat. She had a naturalness about her that made her superior to all other women combined. Her seeming innocence was, in a way, true innocence, because to her what she was doing was pure fun. She wanted to enjoy it, and she wanted to make certain he enjoyed it. He could tell she was not concerned with what the rest of the world thought. She knew she wasn't hurting anyone, nor did she want to be hurt. She wanted to enjoy every last second of life, and somehow or other she had discovered sex was the ultimate enjoyment. It was almost as if she were "on a trip," freaked out by a cock rather than LSD.
Mickey found himself ready to tear his hair out. Her nursing mouth was making electricity shoot through his cock. He wanted to come, but couldn't. The girl was as naturally made for all kinds of sex as other females were born to the ballet or to swimming. Her licking tongue had him soaking in an inferno of blistering desire, touching the ending of every single penial nerve in him. He hadn't been sucked this good in all his life. The shuddering scrape of her white teeth nippling along the full length of his pistoning rod, added to the suction coming from her mouth was all but unbearable. She was one helluva lot better than her mother, and Sally Wallace had always prided herself on being an outstanding fellatrice.
Pussycat felt her cousin yank on her ears, tugging her head even closer on the forward motion of her bobbing. She felt gobs of saliva forming and quickly swallowed, keeping his throbbing masterpiece well-oiled. In a little while he would be shooting the product of his balls all the way into her belly.
Pussycat felt her own snatch alive and spewing out spurts of lubricous ointment. Her cunt was hotter than ever, and in need of a big fat pole to fill it. Slowly she let her mouth slide off his cock. She would have loved the taste of his come, but not yet, not yet. She wanted to feel some heated semen shooting into her twat, and, if possible, her asshole.
Droplets of moisture seeped down her full, white thighs as she got on her feet, walked over to the bed, and sat. Mickey came and sat beside her, reaching out and cupping each of her growing titties in his hands.
"These are gonna grow into something spectacular," he murmured, bending his head and kissing each nipple. He licked one, then the other, then returned to the first one and sucked the entire breast into his mouth.
"Ooooooooooh, Cousin Mickey, you're terrific," she whispered.
Her arms tightened around his head, holding him close, feeling the way his tongue worked back and forth on her little teat. She had his face pressed so closely against her body he could barely breathe. But she loved the way his expert tongue moved over her nipple again and again.
He pulled his head away for a moment to stare at the spit-covered tit. He loved the way her pink nipple, now almost blood red, shone with his glistening sputum. The enlarged rubbery point seemed to elongate and stand out like something covered with hard candy. And her round aureole, now only little bigger than a half dollar, looked like some kind of wondrous, enchanted circle around the nipple. He had seen lots of larger tits, and he'd certainly seen larger nipples and aureole. But there was something so fantastically arousing about the little nubbin as it strained away from the pink flesh surrounding it.
They lay down on the bed together, he, sucking her nipple, and she, tugging on his long, thick, hard cock. The warm pressure of his tongue on her tittie was driving her wild. She wanted to suddenly return to the sucking of his cock, but the way he ate her breast made it all but impossible for her to move. He was chewing the nipple with his teeth now, sending wild chills shooting through her. Yes, yes, this was wonderful. She told him so, and he bit harder, and though there was a little pain, there was so much more passion flowing into her she never noticed the hurt.
Mickey was more than ready to fuck this little china doll. But he wanted to fully enjoy her, in every way possible. He released her tit, then slid down, pushing her thighs wide apart, and she knew what he wanted. He was a Wallace, all right. Every Wallace seemed to enjoy eating pussy. And like her brother and uncle, he seemed to know just the right way to do it.
His large hand was caressing the soft moss of her pubic hair, tickling the flesh beneath, making her spread her thighs all the wider. He was exposing the rich pinkness inside to his eyes, and the sight made him hungrier than ever. Hell! She was so soaked in there, it looked flooded. She was hot, all right. Hell! She was Tom Wallace's daughter, and Tom was the horniest Wallace of them all. Not only that, but her mother, Sally, was the hottest bitch to ever marry into the Wallace clan. None of the other wives had her natural ability at cocksucking and wild fucking. And she had a great asshole, too. Maybe, just maybe, little Pussycat enjoyed a little greek, too.
Her sticky fingers spread the lips of her hot little twat, giving him an even better view of what was going on inside. He could see how thick, and youthful, and healthy her cunt oil appeared. He didn't waste any time, but buried his face deep inside her steaming pit, flicking out his tongue and scooping in some of that delicious musk.
Pussycat yelped and sighed, pushing her cunt into his anxious mouth while twining her white, firm little thighs tightly around his head. She could feel his tongue spearing all the way up into her hot slot, licking madly against the roof of her sweet young vagina, and then sliding out to nip at the swelling button of her growing clit.
His body twisted around, and suddenly his pelvis was above her face, and there was that fat, luscious, wonderful cock again. Her hands gripped the thickness of it, and she brought it into her mouth, engulfing the head into her throat without letting her lips actually touch it. What her lips did touch was the base of his cock, as her tongue played along the corona and the topside of it. Her gullet clamped itself on the burning point, tasting the hot oily flow of lubrication as it seemed to spew out in a never-ending dribble. She could tell by the way his hips writhed that he was enjoying it.
She felt his tongue once again spear into her vaginal depths. It flicked in and out quickly, making her squirm and writhe maddeningly. His tongue licked the inner part of her left outer labius, then moved over to lap at the inner part of her right outer labius. After that, he licked at her two inner pussy lips, compressing his lips around the edges.
Pussycat, her mouth stuffed with heavy cockmeat, was going totally wild. Gosh, but her cousin had so much natural ability. He was doing such a wonderful job of eating her out. Flares went off in her brain as she shuddered ecstatically. Icicles of delight passed through her shivering torso again and again as she felt the wonder of his tongue move in and out of her.
Steve Tanny had only whetted her appetite for more sex. And she hadn't done anything with anyone since he'd left the house, until now. The heat generated inside her was so overwhelming she feared she might incinerate herself.
Because she was so wrought up and anxious for fulfillment, her orgasm was building a lot sooner than she expected. Everything seemed to tighten up in her body. Her asscheeks came clamping together, and her asshole became a tight knot as her body prepared to let go. She felt herself being sucked into a wild, wonderful vortex of licentious sensation. She was moving, spiraling down, down, down, being sucked deeper and deeper, until she knew the only way out was to explode. So explode she did.
"AAAYYYAAARRRRRRNNNGGGHHH!" she bellowed. "MORE, MORE, MOREEEEE YEAHHH UUUHHHOGHHH!" Her body had more than half-lifted itself off the bed, and she realized as she'd screamed she had let his hard whang slide out of her mouth. Now it was slapping her face as if punishing her for no longer sucking.
She fell back on the bed, his sprawled thighs still above her face. She writhed, bounced and twisted all over the bed.
"Oh, GOLLY!" she whimpered. "Was that ever terrific. Oh Cousin Mickey, you're so good, so good. I have to do something for you."
CHAPTER TEN
Her body was drifting aimlessly, and though she wanted to start sucking on his dong again, she couldn't seem to move. It had been a single orgasm, but it had been a powerful one.
Little by little she drifted back to reality, and she saw Mickey's face still licking her thighs. He seemed to know enough to avoid her clit at that moment. Otherwise she might have exploded with raw sensation. His own belly and crotch still lay on top of her, with his solid wang lancing straight by her left cheek. The touch of his body to hers was now more exciting than his tongue-but only because she had experienced a sensation from his tongue.
Her hand rubbed his flat, hairy ass, and he stopped licking. She noticed how tan his flesh seemed compared to her almost alabaster flesh. Then she left her fingers slide into his ass-crack, down to his balls, and along to where she finally was able to grab his cock. It was harder and stiffer than ever. And the way he shuddered at her touch showed her he wanted to continue.
"Oh, Cousin Mickey ..." she breathed.
"A good come?" he asked.
"Oh, wonderful," she acknowledged.
"Good, so let's you and me get down to it, huh, Cuz. I wanna fuck you. Okay?"
"Mmmm," she nodded, smiling.
"Now from what I could see when I was eating you, you have one very tight little snatch over there. That being the case, my cock is gonna need a lotta oiling before I can stuff it into that tight quiff. Suppose you lick it for a little while. Okay?"
Pussycat was more than willing, but before she could say anything, Mickey was off the bed, then scrambling right back on with his thighs straddling her beautiful, childish face. His meaty cock, which had dangled against her face the other way, now pressed toward her lips, only he was sitting up and staring down, watching the whole scene.
Her mouth opened at once, more than willing to nurse on the mighty pecker. What a tasty thing to be presented with. His phallus slid right into her mouth and he began humping it farther and farther down her tight little throat. Reaching forward, he gripped one of the bedposts for support, and then madly slammed his hips forward, jamming his meaty crank as far down her throat as he could send it. In this position he was able to stuff every last inch of it into her mouth, cramming the bulging glans into her gullet, feeling the ring of her esophagus tighten around it. She could feel his weighty balls press against her lower lip, loving the softness of the wrinkled sac. The heavy penis was as rigid as a telephone pole, and in her throat it felt just as thick. It rubbed against her velvety tongue, and in the back of her throat she could taste the saltiness of it. He groaned, moving his steaming wang back and forth, letting her bloated cheeks fill with his flesh as it rubbed against her palate. His body felt heavier, squashing her budding breasts back into her body, and she could feel strong heat emanating from his groin. Perspiration was breaking out all over him, but he was clean, and the perspiration smelled clean.
Pussycat tried holding him in place. She clutched his large, flat hairy ass, gripping the cheeks and digging her nails into the flesh. But he was bucking frantically, and there was no way he would hold still.
From simple lethargy, Pussycat suddenly felt heat welling up inside her all over again, making her excited. Wild sensations coursed through her belly like a burning ramrod, making her cunt wetter by the moment as she continued sucking the heavy dong.
"Easy, easy," he called out to her. "You'll pull my prick all the way down your throat and I'll never see it again."
Reluctantly she eased the pressure of her throat on his cock. The heavy wang came sliding out, looking as if it had been varnished. Her eyes remained locked on the wavering tool, watching it waggle back and forth. And then it disappeared as he slid down her body, using his knees to pry her sweet, girlish thighs apart.
"This is it, gorgeous," he whispered, his breath heavy with lust. "I'm going in."
She let him move between her thighs, raising her hips to give his cock better access to her cunt. He smiled at her movement and said, "You really wanna feel the old wangeroo, huh!"
"Come on," she squealed, "hurry, hurry, don't keep me waiting like this."
"Relax," Mickey whispered. "We got all the time in the world." And grabbing his stiff peter, he pointed it directly at the target of her hot hole, then sank it part of the way in. His phallic head, forcing wide her labial entry, made her shiver and squeal, and she wanted to stuff it in even more quickly.
"Put it in, put it in," she chanted.
"Nice and easy," he whispered. "I like to tease it in."
"Oooooooh," she sighed, rotating her hips. "Oh yes, yes, that feels so good."
She moaned aloud, letting him know how much she was enjoying his entry into her tight vestibule. His hand was guiding his wand into her, and he reached out with a thumb to rub her aching clit, moving said thumb up and down in the fleshy folds of her vaginal outer lips while he forced his powering pole deeper and deeper. The pressure of his thumb, forcing the upper part of her outer labia apart, massaging her eager clit, drove her into a frenzy, and she began bouncing her lovely little ass on the bed while he continued reaming his solid pole into her. He pushed it halfway in, then withdrew, pushed it only a quarter the way in, then withdrew again.
"All of it," she begged. "GIVE ME ALL OF IT!"
"I will," he reassured her. "As I said, I like to tease it in. It's much more fun this way."
"Oh please, Cousin Mickey. Please, don't do this. I'll do anything you want, but put it all in."
Pussycat found her lungs were starting to flame. Her throat felt hot, like beach sand had been poured in, and every word she uttered was almost as painful as the yearning she felt between her aching thighs. She wanted to feel the full length of his hot, pulsing pole, filling her entire cunt tunnel, relieving her of the agony he was creating.
He was smiling, and she was frightened he might pull out altogether. But no, he teased her labia again with his thumb, tickling the clitoris, and then slowly eased his meat back into her warm citadel. Slowly, a little at a time, he pushed it deeper, deeper, deeper, and this time she saw he wasn't stopping. He was going in all the way.
Wham! He was in all the way, his ass being embraced by her thighs, his pelvis rubbing against hers, their blond hairs intermingling. The full length of his prod filled her pussy delightfully, and in her mind she imagined Davey's hard cock feeling something like this. She could hardly wait for Christmas, when Davey would come home, and the two would fuck up a storm. But for now, she was more than content to settle for Cousin Mickey's penial wand, provided he continued using it properly.
"Feel it now, honey?" he asked, sinking it in, pulling it back, and sinking it in.
"Yes, OH YES!" she murmured. "It feels so wonderful. AHHH YES, GOOD, that's the way I like it."
And it was every bit as wonderful as she had imagined it might be. It was just the sensation and feeling she needed. A strong orgasm was welling up inside her. It wasn't as strong as the one she'd had a little earlier, but it was still strong. She could feel it about to hit, and when it did, she shuddered and shook, feeling as if she'd fallen into a deep, dark chasm, only to be pulled out by his flailing cock as it continued pounding its way back and forth inside her.
"Jesus!" he muttered. "You really know how to come, don'tcha. If old Tom knew his daughter had such a hot box he'd probably lock a chastity belt onto you."
Pussycat didn't bother to reply. She was saving her strength for the additional orgasms she could feel welling up inside.
"You just keep coming, little lady," he grunted. "I got a lot more cock to feed you."
He slammed his weighty prick into her again, almost literally sitting down on her sweet cunt, using his weight to slam his full length into her burning interior. He wouldn't admit it to her or anyone, but hers was the best cunt he'd ever experienced. God! He'd never believed a cunt like this could ever really exist. No matter how hard he rammed into it, and no matter how much he thought it seemed to stretch to make his penis fit, it was tighter than a long rubber band around his seething prong. He could feel the top of his corona scraping the roof of her vagina, where all the sensitive parts of her pussy were stored. Christ! What a cunt. What a hot cunt.
"Still ... like it?" he gasped, knowing he couldn't go on much longer. Sooner or later he would have to come.
"Love it, LOVE IT, LOVE IT," she repeated over and over, letting her head flail from side to side as she felt him pump madly into her squeezing cunt.
Paroxysmic sensations shuddered their way through her steaming box, and she humped her ass all the higher each time he thrust forward. Oh her cousin had some cock, all right, and he really knew how to use it. Wild, flashing lights were going off in her brain as he continued stuffing more and more of his sausage into her.
He was fucking strongly, wildly, almost grunting, as he said, "You got some great little box there, Pussycat. I can tell from the way it grips my cock it's always gonna stay nice and tight. Christ! You were made to be fucked and fucked again."
"So fuck me and then fuck me again," she gasped.
He was leaning forward over her now, resting on one elbow while he used his other hand to play with her nipples, tweaking them, keeping them swollen, maintaining the wild sensation traveling through her body.
A shadow fell over them. Pussycat looked up and saw Cousin Dickey standing there. He was a lot more crocked than Cousin Mickey, otherwise he might have been disturbed at in whom Mickey was planting his meat. Instead, he smiled down drunkenly at her and muttered, "Jeez, she looks a lot younger now than when we fucked her last year."
Pussycat realized Dickey was referring to her mother, who was still unconscious elsewhere in the room. Facing away from his fraternal twin, Dickey straddled her chest and slowly sat on her growing tits. He pressed his knees into the bed on either side of her to maintain most of his weight, but she could feel his inner loins pressing her nipples as he guided his sperm-covered, half-limp penis to her mouth. He must have shot a load in Cousin Martha's ass.
She automatically opened her mouth and took in the come-sticky cock. The taste thrilled the buds in her mouth, and she sucked eagerly, feeling the heavy cock start to grow as Dickey began pumping it into her mouth while Mickey continued stabbing his meat into her cunt.
"I ... I'M ... GONNA ... COME," Mickey grunted at his brother's back.
"So come, already," Dickey snapped.
Her lips tightened around Dickey's hardening length of solid hose, tasting more and more of it as he rammed it down her urging throat. She could feel his balls banging into her chin and became more aroused than ever by the tickling hairs touching her throat. She sucked with maddening strength, and all the while she felt Mickey's hot, hard length of cock stuffing her eager cunt. There were more climaxes hidden somewhere inside her, though she knew they weren't quite ready, after all.
Mickey's cock began swelling. She could feel the immensity as he really had to strive to push it through her tender membrane. She shuddered and bounced her lower half all the more speedily, while she raised and lowered her head with her mouth filled with Dickey's solid cock.
"OH GOD!" Mickey yelled. "I CAN FEEL IT NOW! HERE I COME, HERE I COME, HHHEEERRREEE I COOOOOOMMMMM!"
She felt him clutching her hips as he slammed his solid dingus deep into her cunt, spraying it with boiling oil, making her thrust her own loins up higher and faster than ever, while more anxiously sucking Dickey's solid prick. White fire seemed to spray through her entire body as Mickey's hose splashed hot come into her over and over and over.
She could feel Mickey's pelvis slamming into hers anxiously as he scraped the bottom of both balls in his attempt to empty them into her. He thrust forward again and again, but she could already feel his phallus starting to weaken and turn into a worm.
And then her cunt suddenly felt empty as Mickey slid off her and fell on the floor, weak from having unleashed all his energy into her. She heard him hit with a thud, and her entire lower half felt empty. Oh dear! What a terrible feeling, especially at a time like this, when she felt the need for additional climaxes.
She wanted to tell Dickey to turn around and eat her while she continued sucking his solid prick, but he was too far gone to listen. He was also so engrossed in ramming his cock down her throat, enjoying the wild feelings, he wouldn't have pulled out for anything.
And then a heavy pair of thighs suddenly sat on her body, and she could feel a cock slowly, very slowly being stuffed into her. At first she thought it was Mickey coming back for more, but she heard him gasping from the floor. Besides, the weight on her thighs was heavier than that of Cousin Mickey. The thick, salama-like cock being crammed into her tightness was thicker than anything she had ever felt. Even with Mickey's sperm to lubricate the way, the heavy dork had a hard time pushing in. And the harder it pushed, the more Pussycat loved it. It was the cock to end all cocks. God! What a fat, hard bit of tubing this was. She felt it urge itself deeper and deeper, and she bucked, raising her ass to let it fit in all the better, but Cousin Dickey's thighs and groin completely blocked her view of whoever was fucking her. God! It was grand, glorious, and wonderful.
Finally the massive cock was in up to the balls, and what a pair of balls they were. She could feel them slamming against her perineum like a pair of wrecking balls attached to a huge crane. And the pole chugging through her tight cunt tunnel was more like a huge Eiffel Tower as it ploughed madly into her again and again. She felt wild, crazy sensations she had never known before as the cock continued slamming into her body with more and more force. And all the while Cousin Dickey kept her mouth filled with his probing cock, shoving it into her esophagus, thrilling to the way her throat seemed to clutch his glans and keep it locked inside.
She was moving her head and her ass in almost direct apposition. Her head would come up and swallow all of Dickey's cock, then, as it went back down to hit the pillow, her ass would come bouncing up, letting her seething cunt fill up with the massive prick being stuffed in again and again.
God! She was stuffed with cock and she loved it. She wanted more and more and more. She bounced, filled with maddening delight, especially when she felt a thick finger, all covered with some kind of slippery oil probe into her asshole, much the way Uncle Steve Tanny had probed in, a few days earlier. Little by little the finger moved deeper, also moving in a circular way, as if widening her asshole. And then she felt a second finger forcing its way into her anus. It should have hurt. Common sense told her her sphincter wasn't used to that kind of stretching, yet the second finger not only made it past her sphincter, but actually inserted itself into her ass tunnel with the first finger, widening her rectum as well.
She was coming again. God! How she wanted to shout. But with Cousin Dickey's weighty plug stuffed down her throat, all she could do was gurgle.
The climax welled up within her and filled her ears, her nose, her throat, and then the rest of her body with a million tumultuous delights. Bolt after bolt of climactic lightning blazed its way through her body, thrilling her, chilling her, making her bounce all the more hectically. And still the mighty ramrod of cock continued ploughing through her tightening, squeezing tunnel.
All she could do was lay there now, unable to move her body as the two penises continued thundering into her; one in her throat, and the other in her steaming, well-used cunt. But even as she lay there, she knew the listlessness would not last long. The way the master cock in her tightening cunt was working, it wouldn't be long before her tunnel widened again and he brought on another massive crisis.
The cock in her cunt was incredible. It was the most wonderful penis ever devised. It was filling her with delights even as she lay there, feeling her after-climax glow through her body.
And then the gigantic muscle in her pussy began enlarging, and Pussycat knew it was all set to discharge. She felt Dickey's cock pressing deeper in her throat as the weighty lob stoppering her womanly hole suddenly expelled a gallon of heavy cream, shooting it wildly through her craving insides, enhancing her after-climax all the more.
Almost instantly the heavy phallus pulled out of her come-drenched quim. She could feel the leaking gism flowing from her. But she could also feel the finger in her ass now withdrawing and going to her cunt, scooping out the gobs of cream, and shoving the stuff into her asshole. Hot, creamy come was being pushed into her rectum.
The mighty cock should have shrunk, but it hadn't. As if from a long distance, she heard a voice, disguised by the dryness in the throat of its owner, gravelly mutter something about having fucked the greatest cunt it had ever known. The slurring drunkenness made her think it was her Uncle Mike. After all, he did have a tendency to get more than a little drunk at these wingdings.
But then, as the mighty cock began taking the place of the finger in her ass, she began to wonder. Uncle Mike's cock had shrunk that one time she had sucked him off.
Hot, moist hands were tugging her asscheeks apart, lifting her body up so her knees were in Cousin Dickey's back as he continued ramming his pipe down her throat.
"MMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH ..." she tried to object, but her mouth was clogged and she was helpless.
The two fingers she had felt in her rectum were now being used as pry bars, to keep her asshole wide open. She took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the scent of Dickey's sweating crotch. And then she felt the new sensation as the moist, burning tip of the thick phallus pressed into her anus. Little by little it surged forward, opening her asshole a little at a time, forcing its way deeper and deeper into her narrowest of all tunnels. She snorted, the breath shooting from her nostrils as Dickey shoved his stolid prick deeper than ever into her throat. She forced both, her gullet and her sphincter to relax, as surges of blistering heat built up inside her. She was being ass-fucked, and she realized if other women could take it, so could she.
His cock slid in a bit, and she bucked, her knees kicking Dickey's back. My, but once she got used to it it actually began to feel good after all. Yes, yes, she liked it. It was delightful and arousing, and she wanted more and more of the stiff prong.
"Christ!" the drunken, gravelly voice muttered. "What a tight asshole. Oh Christ! This has gotta be the tightest hole of any kind I've ever known."
She could hear the speaker panting now, and knew there would never be any kind of relaxation on his part. Apparently he was becoming more and more excited with each passing second. He seemed to thrill to the tightness surrounding his invading phallus. He was more anxious than ever now to fully plumb the tight depths of her squeezing asshole.
She dug her own fingers into the flat of Cousin Dickey's ass, squeezing his bumcheeks hard, only forcing him to ream his cock in and out of her mouth all the faster as he muttered a string of unintelligible curses. She wanted to tell him it wasn't nice to curse, but at that point she was in no position to say anything to anyone. Her mouth felt as if someone had shoved a full length of thick turkey roll into it. It seemed to be expanding somewhat, and she would shortly feel his creamy gism shooting down her throat.
Pussycat realized she was in a nirvana of fucking. How could anything on earth be better than this? She had already felt two separate cocks fill her cunt and shoot a load into her. Too, she had sucked on two different cocks, one of which was still plugging her mouth. And a big, fat, wonderful prick was shoving its way up her tight ass. What more could any girl ever hope for? She knew she was capable of anal orgasms. And with the monster that was now lodged in her ass, she couldn't see any reason for not having at least one, though her body felt very weak from all the vaginal climaxes she had enjoyed.
Her hands gripped Dickey's ass all the more tightly now as she forced his huge dong as far down her throat as it could go. She could feel the sensation building in her ass. Her knees were way up in the air with her calves over someone's shoulders. Whoever that someone was, he was plugging her anal rictus unmercifully, but she was loving every second of it.
And then Cousin Dickey's long-awaited climax finally burst out of him, flooding her throat with his hot, delicious creaminess. His hips thudded madly forward and back as his inner thighs caressed her bloated cheeks again and again. Spurt after heavy spurt of flooding whiteness poured down her throat, filling her mouth, spilling out onto her chin and cheeks.
And then another torrent poured into her as the weighty prong in her asshole unleashed its final contents of the day, squirting what little hot semen it had left into her tight rectum, increasing the sensation of her own anal orgasm. She bucked wildly, but the two cocks remained lodged in her as they emptied themselves.
Because the one in her ass had already fired a wad into her cunt not too much earlier, it seemed to empty itself out all the more quickly now. It slowly deflated, and the owner finally pulled it from her ass. She heard him staggering around the room, weak from all his exertions, added to the fact that he was drunk. Then she heard him hit the floor as he passed out.
At that moment Cousin Dickey finally decided his testicles were empty, and he slid off her, falling on the floor beside his brother, Mickey.
Pussycat lay there, listening to the snores, and she realized she was the only conscious one in the room. Sitting up, she felt rivers of semen come cascading from her mouth onto her chest. The fluid dripped out of her cunt, down her thighs onto the bed, and it seeped out of her asshole, as well.
Her brain was dizzy, but not so dizzy she didn't realize she had to dress and get out of there. She expected everyone there would need a good two or three hours to sleep it all off. But she didn't want anyone waking up and finding her there. After all, her daddy, for some reason or other, would be angry.
Staggering around the room, she gathered her clothing. There was a private bathroom there, so she went in there and ran a tub of cold water. She would need the shock of the water to wake her up.
After a five minute soak, she felt herself sufficiently awake and dragged herself out of the tub. The cold water had also served to wash all the semen out of her pussy and asshole.
Drying herself off, she managed to dress herself. Then she took the time to comb her hair. For the umpteenth time she was happy she kept her hair short, making it easy to comb.
Gosh, she thought. What an exhilarating day. This was something she would have to tell all her friends about, eventually. Maybe a half dozen of them could get together and they could emulate what the Wallace Family had done. It would certainly be worth trying.
As she moved back through the bedroom to reach the hallway she saw her Uncle Mike, still unconscious where he had been when she first entered the room. He couldn't have fucked her. The man who had done that was lying on the other side of the bed. When she stepped around to look at him, she saw her sleeping father.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Later that night, after her parents had awakened and had driven her home, Pussycat lay in her bed, dreaming of the way her father had fucked her. God! To think he had taken the tool with which he had so often fucked her mother, and had now used it on her. She was able to understand why her mother was always so hot after her father. Daddy had the greatest cock of all time.
This being the case, why did her father not only deny her the right to fuck, but the right to be fucked by him. Heck! He was her father, the man who was supposed to love her more than any other man on earth. Why did he deny her the right to his cock?
Her bedroom was across the hall from that of her parents', and she could hear them talking.
"Jesus!" her father was whispering to her mother. "I can't remember when your cunt was so terrific."
"What are you talking about?" her mother was asking.
"This afternoon, at Mickey's. I walked into the room right after Mickey had finished fucking you. Dickey was sitting on your chest, plugging your mouth. Christ! Your cunt, even filled with Mickey's spunk, looked so young and exciting again, I just had to fuck it, not to mention that tight asshole of yours."
"Tom, you have to be crazy. No one fucked me today."
"How would you know? You were probably so drunk you don't even remember."
"I had a lot to drink," she admitted, "and I did pass out, but when I awoke I was in the same position as when I'd fallen asleep. Besides, I have my period. No one likes fucking a bloody cunt."
"Hmmm," Tom Wallace murmured. "That's strange. I could have sworn it was your body. It was as white as yours. True, I never got to see the tits. Dickey was sitting on them. Whoever she was, she was fantastic."
"It was probably Cynthia."
"No, no it wasn't Cynthia. She was lying on the floor, out cold, downstairs. She was drunker than you, if such a thing is possible."
"Then it was probably Martha."
"Martha's loose as a goose. I know. I'd finished fucking her in the other room."
"Well then, it had to be Lois."
"Lois never came upstairs. She was really out cold."
"Maybe she came upstairs while you were playing with Martha."
"Maybe. But it wasn't Lois. I've fucked her before, and she was never anywhere near that good."
"You were drunk, Tom. How could you tell how good anyone was? The liquor must have affected your mind."
"Could be. But I'd sure like to fuck something like that while sober. Christ! She reminded me so much of you when we were first married. Not that you don't still have the greatest cunt of all time, but after being constantly reamed by my tool, it did kinda open up a bit."
"Not that much. Besides, how would you know. You don't use it nearly as often as you ought to. You're always hot after some other female."
"It's just that variety is the spice of life, honey."
"I know. That's why you're always out after Steve Tanny's wife and his two daughters. What would happen if someone came here and fucked your wife and daughter."
"Hey now, you have the right to do anything I do. But I don't want Pussycat growing up like us. I want her pure and clean for the man she'll eventually marry."
"That's dumb and you know it. If she doesn't acquire some experience before marriage, it'll take her husband a long time to break her in properly. Their sex lives will be rotten."
"That'll be their problem, not ours. I still want Pussycat untouched."
"If I didn't know better," Sally Wallace murmured, "I'd think you were hung up on your own daughter."
"What makes you say a thing like that?"
"You're behaving like a dog in the manger. You're saying, 'If I can't fuck my own daughter, nobody can until she gets married.' "
"That's disgusting," Wallace snapped.
"What's so bad about it?" Sally wanted to know. "Pussycat is a female, like all the other females in the world. By denying her the right to fuck, you're denying her the right to become a full-fledged woman. I think priggishness is worse than incest. Stop behaving like a moron, Tom. If you really want to fuck her that badly, go ahead and do it."
So, Pussycat thought. Her daddy had a secret passion for her. Well, she intended gratifying it, because in doing so, she would gratify her own desires. She wanted to fuck daddy again.
CHAPTER TWELVE
But Pussycat didn't have an opportunity to get to her father for more than two months. During that time she had affairs with Uncle Steve Tanny, who kept coming over to see her mother when her mother wasn't home. She also went to visit Cousin Mickey a good half dozen times, and found him a better lay sober than when he was drunk. And Mickey remained cold sober when he was with her. He didn't want alcohol fogging up his brain for one instant. And there was Uncle Mike, who couldn't get enough of her.
All three men kept telling her to let them know if anything went wrong. But she hadn't the slightest idea what they were talking about until she found a book in the school library about contraception. The name of the book was what had intrigued her. So she had sat down in the library and she had read the book. And that was when she realized she might be carrying the beginnings of a baby in her belly.
When her period came, a week later, she was more than gratified. Some of her innocence had been stripped away, but not her desire to continue fucking. And so she went to one of the free clinics and had herself outfitted for a diaphragm. She lied about her age, and when her pussy was checked and found to be opened enough to be able to use a diaphragm, she was shown how to insert one.
The clinic gave her two diaphragms. One she wore all day, while she kept the other washed and powdered, carefully stored away in a drawer. Every morning, before getting dressed, she changed diaphragms, always washing out the one she'd had inside her, then drying it off and powdering it. Then she took the other one, covered it with vaginal jelly, and inserted it. Now she could go on fucking to her heart's content.
She began to understand why her daddy had been so reticent about her learning the facts of life. Yet had he permitted her to attend sex education classes, there was every chance she might have become too frightened to let Davey or anyone else play with her pussy. So in a way she was glad her daddy had kept her ignorant.
He seemed changed toward her, now. Every now and again she would catch him looking at her with the same kind of licentious glare she'd seen in the faces of other men. Ever since her mother had made him realize he had a subconscious desire for her, the desire had surfaced. She could see he wanted to fuck her, but didn't dare bring the subject up. Not only was he afraid of how she might react, but his own conscience was beating away at him.
But the cold day in November arrived when her mother was out at a bridge meeting, and it was raining so no construction jobs could be undertaken that day. Her father moped around the house like a stalking tiger, restless to get out and do something with himself. And she knew this would be the best time to try something.
She went and took a shower immediately after coming home from school. Then, with a large towel draped around her, she called out to her father to come upstairs.
Curious, Tom Wallace climbed the steps, and saw his pretty, childlike little girl all wrapped up in the fluffy towel.
"Daddy," she whispered, "Could you dry me off like you used to do when I was a little girl?"
She could see he was immediately flustered. Two months earlier he would have brusquely told her she was too big for such nonsense, but the gnawing desire for her had been steadily eating away at him, and as if hypnotized, he moved forward and began drying her body with the towel. She felt his hands gently pat her shoulders and arms, then massage her thighs. She parted her thighs. Reluctantly, slowly, he dried her inner loins, and when his fingers lightly pressed into her girlish cunt, she felt him shudder. He stood and pressed the towel into her growing breasts, and then suddenly the towel had fallen and his hands were still rubbing her breasts. His palms massaged her nipples making them swell and elongate.
She looked up into his eyes and saw twin beams of lust. And she knew he could see the wanting on her face. The games were over. Now it was all real.
Her bare body pressed itself against him from chest to thigh as her lips offered themselves up to him. He took the offer, kissing his daughter hard, letting his tongue lash into her mouth, knowing there was no turning back now. He had, in essence, bared his feelings to her, and to deny them would be cowardly. He wanted her. He wanted his own daughter. He wanted to fuck her as desperately as he used to want to fuck her mother when Sally was going steady with him. He felt her burning kiss become a flaming tribute of unbridled ecstasy. The heat of her body had nothing to do with the hot shower she had just taken. It was in internal burning. He felt her naked thighs close tightly around one of his own, and through the cloth of his pants he could feel her hot pussy starting to leak its slick liquid. Her burning crotch drove hard against his thigh, and he swore he could feel her labia parting, even while wearing his pants.
"Daddy," she gasped, tearing her lips from his. "Wonderful daddy. I love you, I've always loved you. Oh daddy, if you love me at all, if you have any kind of feeling, take pity on your little girl and fuck her. Please daddy, please. Please!"
She wriggled her bare breasts against his shirt front as the hairs of her groin literally scratched along his pant leg. His tongue was once more in her mouth and she drank it in, savoring it, tasting it, pulling it all the way into her throat. And then she felt the hard stiffness pressing into her tummy and knew her father's cock had suddenly erected into a solid boom.
Tom's fervor was greater than even he had imagined. When he felt how hard his cock was, digging into his pants, he felt pain and knew he would shortly tear his underpants. Pussycat's tender little body was so soft and yielding to his caresses. Her tiny, growing tits with their elongated nipples seemed to dig into his chest, making him crush her to him all the more tightly. His hands wandered up and down her naked back, and she could feel the cold metal of his belt buckle pressing into her, emphasizing just how hot their bodies really were. She was pressing her dainty little girlish frame into him, trying to mold herself to him. And when his clutching fingers dug into her buttocks, she knew he would do just what she wanted.
God! She had to feel his naked body. The last time, because of the way Cousin Dickey had sat on her chest, all she had been able to feel was his thighs and cock. Now she wanted to know the touch of his entire naked body.
Her fingers tore at his shirt, tugging it out from inside his pants, letting her press her tits against his hairy belly. Then her fingers ran behind him, teasing his backbone, feeling his hard spinal ridges in addition to the muscles in his back, developed over the years from having been in the construction field. And she felt his fingers tighten their hold on her, his belly jamming forward and pressing the round solidity of his covered cock into her soft, flat belly.
Somehow, in some way, he struggled out of his shirt, and while his hands played with her swollen nipples, her own hands played with his belt buckle, undoing it. The belt opened, she opened his pants, unzipped the fly and stared eagerly as the pants yawned open, the zipper looking like the teeth of a piranha. The pants fell down around his ankles, and there, pressing against his white jockey shorts, was his swollen phallic prod. Because of the enormity of his hard-on, the underpants clung tenaciously to him. She could make out the shape of the bulbous, circumcised head, even to the swelling rim of the corona. And at the very tip, his pants were stained with his own lubrication.
Anxiously but slowly, her hand shaking, Pussycat grabbed for the elastic waistband of her father's underpants. She yanked down while tugging it out in order to keep it from snagging on his cock. Wildly, she tugged the pants down, immediately exposing the marvel of his extended cock. It was more magnificent than she'd dreamed. Now, for the first time, she had a close view of the entire length of her daddy's mighty spear: a flesh-surrounded tower of blood-filled sacs and muscle, beautifully sculpted as if by Rodin himself. The head was a massive mushroom of magenta, and the drop of oil at the very tip, seeping from the hole, looked like a tiny glittering diamond.
Pussycat lightly stroked her palm along the underside of her father's solid shaft, feeling the satin softness of the skin as it covered what felt like a cylinder of stainless steel. Her fingers danced along the length of it until they came to the tip, then she let it all free, watching it bounce up and down in front of her belly. The glittering diamond of lubricant attached itself to her fingertip, and as she pulled it away from his penis, she saw the strand of liquid, like the delicate part of a spider web. It formed a link between her finger and his penis.
The flitting touch of her fingers on his cock sent a miasma of lascivity shooting through Tom Wallace. He could feel his pulses pounding away in his temples as his palms continued massaging the soft, smooth, delicate breasts of his daughter. He felt the pressure of her pink nipples, demanding attention, so he played gently with her tender little buds. His eyes still feasted on the rest of her wonderful torso, finally developing its womanly shape, curving in and out then in again to the arch of her mons veneris where the light golden fuzz covered the wonderful secret of her femininity.
"You're more beautiful than your mother," he whispered. "The man who gets you will be very lucky."
"Today, you be lucky, daddy. I want you to have me, all of me. Fuck me good, daddy," she whispered.
Her eyes were still locked on the penis with which she had been playing. Soon that fat, swollen, engorged pillar would find its way into the depths of her creaming cunt. Only this time she would be able to clutch her daddy tightly to her, knowing it was him, while he would know who she was. But even with the overpowering heat working through her body, she wanted herself and her father built to fantastic erotic heights.
She helped him get rid of the rest of his clothing, and the two went into her little bedroom. She had him stand in the center of the room while she kneeled and stared at his waving cock. She could feel his eyes, staring down at her body, looking at the top of her head, barely seeing the points of her nipples. Her belly was so flat, she knew he could see straight down to the outstretched tendrils of her pubic hair.
Slowly, still squatting, she opened her thighs wider, then rose to face him. She watched his cock twitch in visible confirmation of the hold she now had on him. Reaching down, she cupped his balls in the tiny palm of her hand. The gigantic sac seemed to overflow around both sides of her palm. Slowly, very slowly, she let her hand slide up against the hairy bag until her palm was pressed against his solid staff. It was so broad she knew she would have difficulty wrapping a hand around it. But by stretching her fingers, she barely managed to do it. Kneeling, she stared right into its sightless eye, and, as if contemptuous of her, the eye spat out another drop of lubrication. It hung on the tip of the cock for a moment, then stringily fell down onto her knee. Another droplet appeared, and she was determined this one would not get away. Leaning forward, she let her pretty little pink tongue shoot out. At last she was able to taste the hot, sticky syrup coming from her daddy's thick dick. Her tongue automatically began wildly licking the blunted head, making it shine with her saliva. Then she slowly licked down the length of the monstrous shaft, moving ever closer to the dark hairs covering his pubis. Now the flat of her tongue moved along the entire length of cock, painting the underside from tip to base, then laving the topside in the reverse direction.
It was one gigantic candy stick. Then, when her father's entire cock was a gleaming spire, she stretched her tiny lips as wide as she could, and literally forced the thick glans between them. She flicked with her tongue as her lips sucked with maddening power, trying to force more of the immense log into her mouth. Her cheeks bloated, forced by the thickness of the cock to widen. Soon the corona was being stuffed by her kissing lips, but so devoted was she to the idea of filling her mouth with her father's cock, that she pressed her head ever forward, feeling the knobby head flatten her tongue as it rubbed her palate, moving farther and farther in. She was utterly insistent on taking the entire cock in. And his hands pressed on her head, pushing as he humped his hips forward.
Little more than a third of his penis was in her mouth when she felt the bulbous head pressing into her throat. She wanted to open her gullet and take it in, but she couldn't. Her throat just wasn't wide enough to hold the breadth of the immense tool. She couldn't suck it all the way in. Damn! Damn!
It was the first time in her life Pussycat had even thought a curse word, much less said one. She was shocked and surprised at herself. Three things she never wanted to do was smoke, drink, or curse. She would have to be more careful.
Heck, if she couldn't take the full thickness of her daddy's wonderful cock into her throat, she didn't want him shooting in her mouth. It wouldn't be right. He was entitled to have the full length of his hard rod buried somewhere inside her. So she slowly pulled her mouth from it, then stood up, and walked backwards to her little bed. Sitting down, she lay back on the mattress spreading her white thighs while bending her knees, giving her daddy an unobstructed view of her creaming gash. She let her fingers wander up and down her body, titillating herself, while getting him even more aroused.
He was panting now, standing a few steps away. She could see the burning flares in his eyes as his adam's apple bobbed up and down anxiously. He was straining to keep himself from simply jumping on top of her body. She could see more sap oozing from his penis, and licked her own lips.
Flames burned their way through Tom Wallace's body as he stood where he was, looking at the beckoning body of his daughter. He felt immensely huge, towering as he did over the supine white form of his little girl. His eyes took in her naked, childish loveliness. Lord! Her body was a portrait of rakish licentiousness. She was all white and pink and ... vulnerable. Now she was spread on her own mattress, a sacrifice of love to his cock, on her own altar. His penis felt as if it would blow up at any moment as he shuddered, admiring the roller coaster curves of his daughter's precious body.
"You are so absolutely lovely," he whispered.
"Come on, daddy," she murmured, quietly.
One of her hands slid down her tummy, her fingers combing through the light blonde fuzz of her white pelvis. She pressed her middle finger into the top of her leaking split, prying the halved slices apart, exposing the flaming, glittering, coral inner self.
Wallace slowly moved across the room, a step at a time, coming ever closer to his daughter. He leaned forward and let his palms rest on her upraised knees, then slowly, very slowly, he allowed his palms to slide down the white-hot flesh of her inner thighs.
Pussycat squirmed at the weight of his palms, thrilling when she felt his fingers touch her labia. Then his thumbs parted them, spreading them wide. Her own fingers gripped the covers beneath her body as the pink pearl of her clitoris popped out from the membraneous folds of her vagina, glittering and shining in the afternoon sunlight coming over Tom Wallace's shoulder and hitting her pussy.
Tenderly he teased her throbbing clit, playing with it with his fingers, massaging it, making it swell, rubbing her own moisture against it. Her cunt water was hot and sticky, covering his fingers as he examined the interior of her tight, youthful cunt.
"I've seen this cunt before," he muttered. "Maybe it was just a dream, but I could swear I've seen this cunt before."
Pussycat wriggled delightfully under the masterful teasing of her father's fingers. More heat burned through her pores as he investigated her girlish opening again and again. The rubbing of his fingers made her arch" her back and sigh. She shuddered as she felt him part her labia even wider, investigating the pink inner grotto of her creaming cunt.
His hot breath burned her soft tissues, making the leaking labia dry into a sticky mess of soggy paste. The heat of his breath became stronger as his face moved closer to her cunt, and she realized her daddy was going to suck her pussy.
His tongue reached out and licked at the bead of her excited clit. Her loins spun madly in response. She jerked her ass up and down, feeling sparks burn her cunt each time his tongue lapped forward and licked her clit. Her father's mouth fastened tightly on her soggy cunt, his lips kissing her labia while his large hands smoothly slid up her shuddering torso to cup her petite breasts.
And then, as quickly as his mouth had descended on her hot snatch, it came off, and she mewled, crying out for want of more. His hard, hot torso slid upward against hers until his mouth clamped down on hers in an all-consuming, devouring kiss. Their lips were forced back into their own teeth and their tongues whipped against one another as Pussycat's soft thighs wound themselves around the hardened thighs of her father. His thick cock rested against the fleshy doors of her waiting cunt, and she took a deep breath, anxiously waiting. And then he reached down with a hand, straightened out his cock, pressing its bulblike nose against her waiting snatch. And then he pushed, and once again she felt the wonderful thrusting thickness slowly wedge its way past her slavering cuntlips. He raised himself to his knees, cocked his hips and, thrust a bit more. Her pubis shuddered in delightful thrills as she felt his first, hard influx. Her cuntlips surrounded the pole pushing between them and began sucking as avidly as any calf at its mother's nipple.
He stopped, waited for her to take another breath, then drove forward again. Pussycat's sticky membranes overlapped one another in surrounding his piston. Thrill followed thrill as he nailed his spike a bit deeper with each thrust. The towering organ once again pushed her tight walls apart.
The way her arms and legs held to him gave him the impression she wasn't merely interested in swallowing his cock with her cunt. She wanted to swallow his entire body with hers.
"DEEPER," she begged. "FUCK ME DEEPER!"
Tom Wallace responded with another wordless thrust as he drove his hard plunger deeper into his daughter's seething cunt. With a final plunge, he sank the full length of the rest of his thick, long prick into the surging depths of his daughter's waiting cunt.
"Daaaaaaddddddyyyyyy!!!" she squealed rapturously.
Once again her entire cunt was totally clogged with her father's powerful prick. She felt filled to overflowing. The demanding pressure of it against her vaginal walk told her they had only begun.
Wallace drew his phallic probe most of the way out, then jetted it right back in with a flashing thrust of both hips. The feel of his burning pole sliding all the way into her made her feel as if he'd set off a stick of dynamite in her hot box.
"M ... m ... more d ... dadd ... daddy ... daddy ... please ... more ..."
Her fingers frantically tore at his buttocks, clutching them tightly, pressing him into her body as she humped her own hips upward in time to his downward thrusts. She could feel his urgent thrusts and knew he didn't need to be told. He kept lancing his stake into her belly again and again. The silken sleeve of her cuntwalls seemed to totally envelop his powering prod.
Sperm was boiling in his balls, getting ready to ejaculate. He was going to shoot a large glob into his baby's wonderful cunt. It was bubbling, seething, preparing for the ultimate plunge when it would go shooting out of his body into hers. But he wanted to make sure she would come, and held back as best he could, waiting for his daughter's body to start tensing.
And then Pussycat whispered, "I ... can feel ... it ... daddy. I'm ... UHHH ... GOING ... UHHH ... TO COME, OOOH ..."
Months of pent-up desire for her father suddenly exploded in the strongest single climax she had ever experienced.
Her body arched as her heels and shoulders dug into the bed beneath. Her fulcrum went slamming high into the air, battering itself against his, lifting the powerful form of her father with her. Her orgasm took off on soaring wings, lifting her through the atmosphere of unparalleled delight, and her tiny, sucking cunt seemed to try swallowing all of her father into her.
The tensing of Pussycat's loins were all that was needed to set Tom Wallace off, and suddenly he shouted a loud, screaming, "AAAARRRRGH AARRRRRRGGGHHHHHH!" and his buttocks tightened while his entire body convulsed and twitched as he blasted a thunderous quantity of milk-white semen into her swallowing channel. He fired so hard, his body literally shook with the maddening recoil. Just as she wanted to apparently suck all of him into her, so did he do his best to crawl right in. Gob after gob of fiery sperm shot its way into her tight pussy. Father and daughter strained at one another as each strove to see who could achieve a greater feeling. Long, shivering moments passed as each body remained stretched and taut, and then slowly, very slowly, they began to relax. Little by little their feelings decreased until each felt only the wonderful lethargy of total fulfillment.
"I told you incest was better than being a prig," the voice of Sally Wallace said from the doorway.
Husband and daughter looked up to see her standing there, smiling at them.
"The Bridge game ended early, so I came home," she said. "Pussycat, dear, I hope you haven't completely used up your father. I'd like to get a little of his cock."
"The two greatest cunts in the world, and they're mine," Tom Wallace muttered, standing and walking off to the bathroom.
"Look how lucky the two of us are," Sally told her daughter, starting to undress. "We not only have the greatest cock in the world to share between us, but each of us can play with the other's wonderful cunt and see if Tom's appraisal of our pussies is correct."
"And when Davey comes home, there'll be another cock we can use," Pussycat smiled.
"True," Sally nodded. "True. Davey has one heck of a cock. If anyone should know, it's me. I've been using it for the last three years."
Mother and daughter looked at one another and laughed, waiting for their mutual cock to return.
