A healthy family unit is the basis of the American way of life. Years ago, a person's extended family played a big part in his life. Uncles, aunts, and grandparents often lived in the home and took on an advisory or supportive role. We seem to be moving away from this type of situation today.
It is rare to see family members help each other any more. Jealousy and competition among brothers and sisters are common today. Rather than having loving relationships, family members often develop animosity toward other family members.
The Morgan family is one of these rare families who are willing to help each other out. Nat Morgan, a very successful businessman, is willing to help his two nieces financially. He also develops loving relationships toward them, but not the generally accepted type relationship.
THE FAMILY'S SECRET AFFAIR reveals how one family remains closely-knit and the experiences they have.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Actually, drive-in fare wasn't Arleen's favorite way of spending an evening. She was twenty-one now and with a couple of years of college, sophisticated enough that she liked to be wined and dined a little on a date. Howell was so ... so damned shy. It had been over three months since they'd started going together, and her life had not been one full of thrills since then.
"Hey, this'll be fun," Howell said, turning into the neon-spangled entrance. It was a warm summer evening with a clear sky. The moon would rise soon. It seemed just perfect for romance. Arleen wondered if Howell would be up to it.
"Yeah, I haven't been to a drive-in for a while." She waited until her date had found a parking place and pulled the little speaker inside the car. At least he had a big one ... car that is. She had no idea about Howell's personal dimensions. He wasn't the kind of guy who made it easy for a girl to know. He had a good solid job at the Dunhill Bank. He was head teller and moving up fast. The broad expanse of his Buick's seats was witness to that fact.
"You want something from the snack bar?"
"Not yet," Arleen said, giving him a long look. She'd really worked on herself for the evening. Her hair was a blonde mass of curls that tumbled over, her shoulders. Bare shoulders, except for two dainty red straps that held her dress on. It was a low cut frock that exposed the white tops of her breasts. And she hadn't been slighted in that department. She was really stacked up front, and young and firm enough to go without a bra when the occasion warranted. Even wearing glasses, she looked pretty much like a bombshell. It was obvious that Howell had noticed. He noticed her perfume too, because she saw him wrinkle his nose and sniff.
"You look fantastic tonight, Arleen."
Arleen leaned close for a kiss. Howell touched her bare shoulders with damp, trembling hands. Well, that was a little better. His hands were always damp, but rarely trembling. But the kiss was pretty uninspired. Arleen broke it off to remove her glasses. She folded them carefully and put them on the dashboard. She knew that when she did this, it always turned Howell on. He knew it was a prelude to some heavier action. The only trouble was it was never quite heavy-enough.
"Mmmmm, do that again," she sighed, melting into his arms. This time the kiss was a little deeper, but she couldn't really make him kiss right, could she? It seemed too aggressive to try and teach a man how to kiss. Howell was the type who would surely take it wrong. He thought of her as a good girl. Good girls didn't go showing guys little sex tricks. They waited for the man to make the moves. Arleen sighed as Howell kissed her neck and sniffed loudly at her perfume again. If only he would make some moves. She'd given up on him asking her to a motel for the night. Once he'd had her over to eat supper with him and his mother. Howell lived with his mother.
"Right there ... ohhhh ... I like that," she cooed, lifting her chin to let him wet a spot that especially delighted her. She squirmed her hips inside her loose-fitting dress. She was wearing almost nothing underneath. A pair of panties she'd purchased from a sexy mail-order house. They weren't really panties at all. Just little red strings with a patch or two of silk to cover her cunt and her ass. She'd had second thoughts about wearing them tonight, knowing how Howell was. He'd only touched her under the hem of her dress one time in all their dating. If he did tonight, maybe the panties would help things along. Arleen was getting pretty impatient. She was tired of being the good girl.
"Ohhh ... don't stop now," she whimpered, pretending to be more worked up than she really was. Actually, Howell was doing pretty good tonight. He was using his tongue a little, teasing the sensitive flesh close to her earlobe.
The first flickering picture came on the big screen in front of them. Next week's previews. Arleen reached a hand over without looking and turned down the sound on the speaker.
"Don't you want to see what's on next ... " Howell started.
"NO! Put your arm around me, please Howell." Howell obeyed, starting to kiss the same spot for the twentieth time. Arleen moved her head a little to give him something new to work on. She tilted her body so that one breast was just touching his chest. It took him a few seconds to realize what was bumping him. But when he reacted, he didn't do bad at all. He actually slid a hand down and gently nudged her plump, round tit. Her nipple sprang up quickly from the soft, dark circle of her areola. Arleen wished she was completely undressed and they were in some motel all hidden away. She wished that Howell was about to take her cherry for once and all. It was about time. She'd lived with that little piece of unwanted flesh for twenty-one years. A few times she'd even thought of taking things into her own hands. It didn't seem fair to give a girl such an encumbrance.
"You're so strong," Arleen whispered, kissing Howell's neck where she wanted him to kiss her. She slipped a hand around his back and turned her slim body even more. She knew she looked good, smelted good. She was primed! Couldn't Howell tell? She forgot herself and rubbed the nipples of both her tits against his chest. Through her dress and his shirt, she knew he could feel them. He wouldn't find nipples like that just anywhere. She had real beauties. In the loneliness of her bedroom she'd measured them. Her right nipple extended three-eighths of an inch when fully aroused, the left slightly longer at seven-sixteenths. They were a dark pink that seemed to telegraph how badly she wanted them to be sucked. Yet no man's mouth had yet touched either of them.
"You feel so warm tonight," Howell breathed. She could tell he was beginning to feel the tension in the air. She lifted her mouth to be kissed and was surprised by his sudden aggressiveness. He clutched her body tightly and kissed hard enough to push her lips back from her teeth. She opened her mouth hopefully but Howell's tongue didn't slip in. She almost pushed her own out for him to suck, but was afraid it might shock him. Howell didn't like surprises or shocks. That's why he was a bank teller living with his mother.
"Mmmmmm ... Mmmmmmm," she moaned, her hands sliding down his sides. She could see the lump in his pants. Howell did get terrific hard-ons. She wondered sometimes what he did with them.
"Let's get in the back seat," she whispered.
"Back seat?"
"It's more romantic." She let her palm slip daringly down to rest against his thigh. She kept it there for only a few seconds. Howell was holding his breath. She had almost felt his cock's hardness through his slacks. Then she pulled it away. Now, did he get the idea?
"People will wonder what we're doing."
"Aw, come on, you're only young once." Arleen climbed over the back of the seat without embarrassment.
"Don't you want your glasses?"
"Nope." She helped Howell climb over to join her. "Now hug me!" They hugged. She resumed the position she'd had before, making sure that her date could feel every curve of her tits pressing and teasing him. When he dared to push a hand up her side, she twisted so that he had to feel one big tit. When he started to pull his palm away, she pinched it under her arm.
"It's okay, darling. I don't mind."
"You're sure?"
"Ohhhh, Howell, I feel so loving tonight. Please touch me." She closed her eyes and arched her back so that his fingers could feel to his heart's content ... to her heart's content. "We've known each other long enough for a few intimacies," she whispered to him, hoping he wouldn't take offense at this statement. When his other hand slid down her hip, she bravely took his wrist and guided it lower, down to her bare thigh. Then she lifted the hem of her short dress and laid it over his fingers. It was a brazen invitation for him to explore the hot smoothness of her flesh. Howell hesitated a moment. Then he kissed her harder than ever.
"Ohh ... Ohhhhhh, Howell ... Yesssss!" His hand began to move. It took him a long time to get far enough to really start turning her on. But the wait was worth it.
"Aren't you wearing any...? "
"Panties?" Arleen laughed. "Just go a little further, darling."
"God!" Howell swallowed and his lashes blinked rapidly. His fingers had just touched the little waist string that circled her hips. Now he was touching the beginning of the silken Vee covering the crisp thatch of her pussy hair.
"It's all I ever wear," she lied, licking her lower lip provocatively. "And you never even knew." Howell was lost for words. He kissed her again and gingerly petted the silken patch. Arleen lifted herself slightly so he'd pet lower. She felt the tingle she'd wanted to feel for a long time with Howell. She was breathing more rapidly and her face felt flushed. She could tell that she was growing very wet down between her thighs. And her nipples had grown to their fullest size. She ran her fingernails into Howell's hair and held his face still so she could kiss him. She'd never really taken the initiative like that, but it was too late to turn back now.
"Uhhnnn ... Ohhh, darling, this is what I want."
"You do?"
"Yes, I really do ... your hands are so soft and warm." She nursed his lower lip. He had a nice face, a nice build. Howell was a nice man. If only he had a sex drive. Maybe she was going to discover something that would surprise her.
When his finger began to rub along the lacy edge of her panty crotch, she made sounds of encouragement and worked her hips around as much as she dared without acting like a whore. And finally Howell got the hint. With a shudder that telegraphed his excitement, he wormed a finger under the elastic edge and Arleen felt her damp pubic curls being invaded. She could hardly keep still now. She rocked her hips, opening her thighs ever so slightly. Howell shyly brushed the place where her cunt lips were pressed together. He petted the spot again and this time they parted with a wet sound. Arleen closed her eyes and kissed him furiously on the lips. Howell groaned and took courage. His finger plunged suddenly into the silky smooth heat of her cunt. The unexpected touch against her clit made Arleen give a sob of happy relief. If nothing else, he was going to get finger fucked tonight.
"Is something wrong? Am I hurting you?"
"No ... Ohh, god, no!" She grabbed his wrist as if she was afraid he might stop. "Keep touching me Howell ... Ohhhh, please keep touching me!"
"You're wonderful ... god, this is fantastic!" He kissed her so hard that their tongue tips brushed. Arleen made a hungry sound and tried to tease his out so she could get it between her teeth. When that didn't work, she slid her own tongue shyly out until Howell got the idea. His finger had stopped moving inside her slit. Single-minded bank tellers couldn't be expected to do it all.
"There ... right there ... Ohhh, yes ... don't stop," she gasped against his neck. Arleen was really getting worked up now. Her date was moving his finger back and forth over her fleshy clit. She knew just how it would look. She'd done it to herself many times and remembered the squishy way the clit pearl moved when roughly stroked. Her juices were lubricating everything so well that it didn't matter how unpracticed her feel job was tonight, just so someone else was doing it. To feel a man's fingers under the skimpy crotch band of her panties was enough to send her to heaven.
"You're wet ... really wet down there," Howell whispered.
"A girl gets that way when she's excited, darling. Didn't you know?" She gave him a loud smack to show him she was only teasing.
"Sure, but ... well...."
"Ssshhhhh." She let her own fingers untuck his shirt. "Let's just enjoy each other."
"God ... yes. I enjoy you so much, Arleen."
She was toying with his zipper now, wondering whether to chance undoing it or not.
"Isn't it terribly uncomfortable for a man," she asked, "to be all bound up like that."
"Like how?"
"You know." She lightly touched the throbbing lump in his pants.
"I get used to it, I guess."
"It's not fair for you to touch me without letting me do the same to you." Arleen closed her eyes, afraid she'd gone too far. Howell touched her face gently and she saw him smile.
"You want to touch me?"
"Of course." She was already easing the zipper open. She gently surrounded the bulging cotton shorts and gave Howell's cock a squeeze. He just about came unglued.
"Arleen ... Ohhh, god, Arleen, I love you!" He grabbed her like a hungry gorilla. In the hot tussle, she got under the elastic band and pulled his cock straight, freeing it. For the first time in her life, Arleen gazed down at a male cock with hair. She'd seen her baby brother when he'd been growing up, a hairless little snake so white and helpless-looking. Not Howell's prick!
"Howell ... Ohhhh, keep doing that!" She opened her thighs more. Her dress was up high enough so that a warm aroma rose between them. It was the musky perfume of her pussy and she knew that the odor was having an effect on her date. He was thrusting his finger around in her overheated cunt, making her clit bulge with trapped blood. And now that she had his cock jutting up out of his pants, she began to squeeze and fondle it too. She wasn't sure exactly what a guy liked. Then she remembered a girl friend telling her about how guys jacked off. They just pumped the skin of their cock up and down. Arleen started to do that with as much skill as possible. Howell grunted with pleasure and kissed her like he'd never kissed her before. She felt his tongue now and hungrily sucked it between her teeth. He liked that and he liked it too when she put her other hand down to fondle his balls. They were big, spongy eggs that slid around in their sack so easily! She loved to squeeze and touch them.
"Arleen ... goddamn!"
It was the first time she'd ever heard Howell curse. "Yess ... darling ... do you like it?" Her hand pumped his pulsing cock.
"Yes!" He kissed her again and she guided his lips down her neck, down until he was wetting the plump and feverish tops of her tits. She wished he would undress her some more. Her hopes of just getting fingered were no longer valid. She wanted more!
"Kiss my titties," she breathed, not afraid any more. She knew that Howell was finally learning what life was all about. He eased a tiny strap off one shoulder and the sheer material fell from the plump rise of her tit. In the dim reflection from the movie the nipple was thrust up proudly as if begging to be sucked. Howell covered the little finger with a moan of lust. She grabbed his head and held him down against her hot softness, wallowing her tits back and forth to feel his caresses to the fullest.
"Nuhhhh ... Ohhhhhh ... Ohhhhh, Howell ... Ohhhhh, yes ... like that ... and that, my' darling!"
Howell half-turned, almost crawling right up her. She slipped down in the seat, one leg dangling to the floor. She could feel him pumping his rigid cock against her bare thigh. It felt absolutely heavenly! She was almost positive that this would be the best night of her life.
"Howell ... let's do it."
"What?"
"Do it!" she whimpered, kissing his ear, his cheek, finally his mouth. "Let's do what we both want so badly."
"God, Arleen ... I didn't think ... I didn't...."
"It's not wrong to want somebody," she told him. His finger had stopped moving in her pussy again. "For me it will be the first time ever." She lowered her lashes as if to give special emphasis to the words. Howell seemed awed.
"Your first time ever?"
"You silly guy. If you knew anything, you would have been able to tell."
"You mean you want us to...."
"Make love! Right here, right now!" She touched his cock again. It had wilted noticeably.
She grabbed it and began to work the blood back into it. Howell couldn't even talk and keep one up at the same time.
"I don't know ... there sure are a lot of people around."
"Then-let's go somewhere."
"Mom will probably be up watching television."
"Not to your place." Arleen wanted suddenly to slap this foolish man across the face.
"Where?" He gave her a funny look. Yes, she was going to have to say it.
"To a motel," she almost hissed the word. "Where people go when they want to make love." She pulled her dress strap back up and patted her hair. "Give me your keys, Howell." .
"They're still in the ignition."
"Fine." She climbed over the seat and arranged herself behind the wheel. She was tired of fooling around with this damned fool. She gunned the engine to life. "You can ride back there if you want or climb up front." Howell clambered over the back of the seat. He looked confused.
"Are you mad or something, Arleen?"
"Do you have a rubber with you?" she said, lips pressed together with the tension she felt. She gunned the engine again. The people in the car next to them stopped necking and looked over. Howell was zipping his fly. He shook his head.
"No, I don't carry anything like that around with me."
"I was just checking," she snapped and kicked the emergency brake off.
"Let me put the speaker on the hook!" Howell yelled. But the big Buick was already rolling and Arleen wasn't about to stop for incidentals. She heard the cord strain against the window, heard it snap. The deadened speaker dropped to the floorboard as Howell stared at her like she'd finally and forever lost her mind.
* * *
She parked and took the keys with her into the all-night drug store on Maple. She and the pharmacist were the only ones in the place. She told him what she wanted and he went behind the counter to get it. He was an old man who didn't seem too surprised by a girl asking for a prophylactic.
"Any special brand?" he asked, fumbling on a shelf.
"Some good ones," Arleen blurted, afraid that she might lose her nerve if she didn't keep plunging ahead. She pawed in her purse and found a bill. The man rang up the sale and stapled the slender box inside a paper sack.
"Thank you, miss, you come back now."
When she was back in the car, Arleen was shaking.
"You owe me four seventy-five," she said, tossing her purchase on the seat between them. Howell seemed grim but he nodded slowly. Arleen revved up the imagine Buick and peeled rubber away from the curb. She broke the speed limit all the way down the strip coming into town. At the Wagon Wheel Motel, she wheeled the big sedan in and screeched to a stop by the office. Howell looked at her.
"Will you be able to take care of this part?" she asked, her eyes challenging him. He got out without saying anything and went into the office. . In a little while, he came out with a key.
* * *
The room was clean and pleasant but Arleen wouldn't have minded if it'd been a hayloft. She was trembling all over and her pussy had soaked through her panties now. She skinned her dress off over her head and kicked off her sandals. Howell was looking at her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. She went over to him and began to unbutton his shirt. He was grasping the little sack with the rubbers and she took that from him and tossed it on the bed. Then she got down his pants and underwear. He was beautiful naked. It was a waste for someone with such a nice body to be a bank teller, she thought. She untied his shoes then and made him sit on the bed.
"I don't know what to say, Arleen."
"You don't have to say a damned thing." She pushed him back and crawled up his chest, kissing and squeezing his cock. It was soft and little but as she put her tongue into his mouth it became a little thicker, a little hotter. He put his arms around her and they writhed around. She was mad with sexual hunger. She knew that she had to have it! She had to feel a cock spearing through her cherry and filling her cunt completely. She wanted to know what it was like to have a cock pumping in her pussy.
But Howell still wasn't completely hard. She knew he had some hang-ups-, but none like this. Was it the motel? Or the way she was after him? She began to kiss his taut, male nipples, working her way down his belly until her lips were dangerously close to his cock. If she hadn't shocked him by now, what the hell? She held the half-hard prick between thumb and finger and began to lap the flared crown with her tongue. She gave special attention to the little bumps at the underside. Those seemed to be just begging for some sucking. At last when she saw that this little performance was having the effect she'd hoped, she wet her lips and slipped them gingerly over the head of Howell's cock. He wriggled on the bed, his breath coming in loud gasps.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed, feeling like a serpent maiden seducing a god. She could hardly wait until he was stiff enough to fuck. As she worked her tongue around his prickshaft, she saw the little package on the bed and began unwrapping it. She got down to a number of small foil packages, chose one and tore it open. The little rubber circle looked easy enough to use. She unrolled it a little, discovered how it worked.
She jacked the skin of his spit-wettened prick to keep it firm. There wasn't much need for that, Howell's cock had lengthened and grown thick and rigid. He was on his back on the bed, squirming around and panting.
"Darling," she breathed, "I want you to fuck me! Is that such an awful thing to want?"
"No ... No, Arleen ... I want to."
"Your cock is so beautiful. ... Ohhh, god, I can't wait for it to be inside me." She rolled the condom down over his prick and seeing how tightly it fit, made a hungry noise in her throat. Then she rolled it the rest of the way and kept moving her fingers along the feverish flesh. She flopped onto her back with a sigh and pulled at Howell to take over.
"Do it to me, darling! Fuck me ... right now!"
He got onto his knees and pulled her panties down. She lifted her knees and opened them, feeling the slick drops of juice in her crack. Howell held his cockshaft and lowered himself on top of her. She spread her thighs even wider, plunging her hips up.
"Ohhh ... MMMnnuuhhh!" She curled her fingers against the small of his back. "Put it in me! Ohhhh, hurry darling, hurry!"
Howell's cock slipped down her parted cunt. He let it glide up again, bump over her clit. Though the sensation was good, Arleen felt there was no time to waste. She'd struggled the whole evening just getting him this far. She was frantic to finish it, to finish her long stretch of drab virginity, to finally get fucked!
"Down ... move down a little more ... yes ... there!" She humped her back down into the mattress giving her pussy to him. He pushed, lunging with his hips. His cocktip slithered up her crevice again, hugged by her cunt lips as it tickled her clit. She whimpered with frustration and got her own fingers down between their bodies.
"It won't be easy," she whispered, "but you've just got to break right through."
"I don't want to hurt you, Arleen."
"Don't worry about that. I want to be hurt a little, it's the only way."
"But...."
"Shhhh." She grabbed his cock and held the flared crown against her cherry again. Then she hooked her fingernails into his bottom and urged him forward. He humped forward and there was a little pain. He kept the fucking motion going with his hips, kissing her naked tits fervently.
"God, you're so slick."
"You're so hard!"
"Arleen, god, I love you!" His mouth covered her own and he kissed her more hungrily than she'd ever been kissed that night. He was still pumping his hips dutifully, but he didn't seem to be getting the angle quite right. Arleen whined with anger, her body trembling to be fucked completely.
"Ohhh, push, dammit!"
"I don't want to hurt you!"
"Push, push!" A tendril of pain made her bite her lip. God, it was going to happen, wasn't it? She wouldn't be left with this damned hymen any longer, would she? She worked her ass up and down on the bed, kicking her legs up straight. Howell pumped his body, thrusting his rubber-sheathed cockhead harder against her cherry. Arleen decided to help nature along a little bit. She slid a hand down and found the spot where Howell's cocktip was flattened out against the hollow of her pussy. She knew that she could tear the place with her fingernail. Anything to get things going. Howell seemed so useless sometimes.
"Arleen! Ohh ... Ohhhhhh ... Baby ... Ohhh, god, love you so much!" He was working his hips around like a crazy man now and his cocktip slid out from the depression where her hymen stretched. It slid up along her cunt again and she could feel the underside bulging out. It was swelling where the little tube ran to the orifice at the tip. And Howell was wallowing his full weight down on her, biting her neck hard. He clutched her body with furious passion.
"No, don't Howell! Don't do it yet, darling!" Though she was pretty inexperienced as to the ways of men, Arleen knew enough to realize what was going on. She circled her fingers around his cock as if to stop the spasms that swept his body. Even as she squeezed, the swollen cock bulged even larger against her palm. Howell gave a low growl and tried to kiss her mouth. In anger, she turned her face away as the nippled reservoir of the rubber filled suddenly with hot cum. She could feel every surge of his body's muscles as the potent sap was wilting. Arleen felt like she was being deliberately tortured. As Howell began to catch his breath, she let his cock go and started quietly to sob.
"Damn you, damn you, damn you'"
"Arleen!"
"Goddamn you Howell. Goddamn, damn, damn you!"
He got up, staggered away from the bed. The rubber fell off his cock and splatted onto the rug. Arleen was off the bed, coming after him. She scooped up the leaking pile of wrinkled latex and smashed it against his chest. Howell stared at her like she was someone from another planet. The cummy drifts made streaks down his body. The rubber stuck there between his nipples for a few moments before plopping onto the rug again. .
"I ... I'm sorry Howell. I don't know what got into me." She wasn't really sorry at all. She hated this dimwit loser. She never intended to go out with him again.
"I'd better take you home."
"Yes, I guess you had."
* * *
Arleen closed the front door behind her and leaned against it. She was thinking of having a drink. A little vodka in a big glass of orange juice, wouldn't that taste good? She heard Howell's Buick pull away from the curb. She listened until the sound faded down the street. She wasn't even sad. Her father was watching television as she came into the front room.
"Some good news, Arleen," he said, smiling at her.
"Oh?" She sat on the edge of the sofa, wondering if there was anything in her actions that might give her away. Could one tell when someone had gone to a motel with a man and tried to seduce him? Her father put out his cigarette.
"You've been looking for a job this summer. Well, your Uncle Nat called and asked if you might like to work for him."
"I don't think I'd like working in a factory," she said.
"No," her father laughed. "He wants you for his private secretary." He slapped his leg. "Good old Nat. I thanked him for thinking of you. I guess he remembered that you'd had a few years of college. He says he can't find good secretarial help these days. Told him you'd call him first thing in the morning."
"I'll just go in," she said, thinking all the harder of that drink she wanted. "Yes, it's nice of him to think of me." When her father had turned off the television and gone to bed, Arleen made herself a stiff one. She drank half of it down quickly and it seemed to hold back her tears like she'd hoped. She felt a mild glow, a mild relief. She was alone and it was still pretty early on a Friday night.
"I guess my fingers will just have to do," she whispered, touching her damp panty crotch. She took the glass with her as she went up to her room.
CHAPTER TWO
Lorry sat down hard on Carrie's bed. Carrie blinked her eyes and frowned.
"Your mom said I could come on up, lazybones," Lorry said, making a face. "You should be getting up by now anyway."
"What's so important that you have to come bothering me on a Saturday morning?" Carrie wrinkled her short nose. Lorry's nose had almost identical shape and upturn and she wrinkled hers back at her sleepy friend.
"This!" She reached in her jeans and pulled out a ten-dollar bill. "And you'll never believe me when I tell you how I got it." Carrie brightened some at this hint of something secret. She swung her long legs out of bed and idly scratched a nightie-covered tit.
"Well, I'm all ears."
"You know that summer school has started up at the college."
"So?"
"So, there are lots of boys around. So I was kind of walking through the campus just taking a look around..."
"Oh, sure!" Carrie laughed.
"So I like boys, so what?" Both girls giggled.
"Anyway, I met this guy and we started talking and he didn't seem to be bothered that I wasn't going to college or anything." Carrie laughed again.
"I guess any fool could tell that."
"Oh, I think I look pretty mature for sixteen!"
"Okay, go on with what you were saying."
"Well," Lorry chirped, "I won't tell you everything we said. I guess we talked for over an hour and he took me to the student union and bought me a coke and everything. And finally he asked me if I wanted to go hear him practice."
"Practice?"
"He's a music student."
"I'm with you now."
"So they have these little rooms with pianos in them." Lorry continued. "They're even soundproof so the music won't bother anybody else who might be practicing."
"This is starting to sound pretty suspicious."
"You bet it is!" Lorry giggled, biting her lip. She pushed her curly brown hair back from her eyes and wrinkled her nose again. It was a habit she'd gotten into whenever she became excited. "So when we got to the practice room I found out it wasn't music he wanted to practice."
Carrie had been digging in her drawer for a fresh pair of panties and now she turned.
"He gave you ten dollars to..."
"Let me finish! He started messing around and since we'd gotten to know each other a little..."
"He bought you a coke, big deal!"
"Well, we weren't complete strangers," Lorry shrugged. "Anyhow, I let him feel me up some and then he tried to go a little further." Lorry pursed her lips to one side. "Actually, quite a bit further."
"Like he wanted to fuck."
"You could say that."
"And what was your reply?"
Lorry pulled a face like the Virgin Mary. "Well, I wouldn't do it of course. I told him I like him a lot but I just didn't know him that well and all. Then he asked me to do something else and gave me ten dollars."
"Go on, go on!"
"I did what he wanted."
Carrie skinned her nightie and pulled on the clean panties. "Every girl has her price, I always say."
"For ten bucks wouldn't you give a guy a hand job?"
"That's what he wanted?"
"That's all." Lorry shrugged again. "I do that for free on dates lots of times. But that's not all. I mean,' when I got through, he came on with this plan of his. He wants to get something going with some of his friends."
"I knew there'd be some kind of twist."
"You've heard of sensual massage."
Carrie was laughing hard again. "You mean he wants to start up a massage parlor."
Lorry blushed. "Well, not exactly a parlor. But he rents this house, see, and ! could work in the bedroom."
"Massaging college boys."
"Everybody-likes a little rubbing."
"Lorry, you are so naive!" Carrie jerked on a pair of tight-fitting jeans and t-shirt that clung to her breasts. Lorry smiled at her best friend. She was a lot like Carrie in build. She counted on her for advice when she was confused and right now she was a little confused. She wasn't sure whether she was getting into something too weird or not.
"It seems okay to me," Lorry went on. "I mean, ten bucks every time I give a rub down. That's good money and I want a bunch of clothes for my senior year."
"You know what you'll be doing though, don't you?"
Lorry looked away and made her mouth into a funny shape. "Oh, I guess every once in a while a guy will get a little excited from having a girl touching him and all."
"You'll be giving hand jobs to these guys, Lorry. Face it." Carrie faced her with hands on her hips. "You'll be jacking men off at ten bucks a shot." Lorry was blushing worse than ever.
"But, Ray says he'll always be there to keep things cool. And he'll only take two bucks out of what I get."
"So your pimp's name is Ray."
"Pimp?"
"That's what it amounts to."
"Eight bucks is still pretty good for five minutes work."
"I don't know, Lorry, this sounds pretty strange to me. I mean you could get in trouble doing something like that without being licensed or anything."
"I could save hundreds before fall," Lorry said, thinking dreamily about all the clothes at the Hot Shot Boutique she'd craved for and couldn't afford.
"If your big sister could hear you, she'd give you a spanking."
"Arleen wouldn't understand. That's why I told you."
"I don't understand either. But I know how your mind works, you nut." Carrie gave her a playful push and the girls tangled on the bed. They'd always wrestled when younger and had continued the practice into their teen years. Though now when the competition became rough and one of them had gained the upper position, they usually stopped the game quickly. The sexual overtones were too embarrassingly close to the surface now that, they were adolescent. When Carrie had pinned Lorry and given her a few triumphant rubs with her pubic bone, the girls broke it up.
"That's what some guy will do to you if you're not careful," Carrie warned, watching her tousled friend primp. so
"Ray will be there, I told you." Lorry couldn't understand why Carrie was so dead set against this little endeavor she had worked out with her new boy friend.
"But will Ray want a little action, too? I mean he's got his eye on you, Lorry. You know that sooner or later he's going to want to get in your pants."
"Well, yeah, I guess I have realized that. And I wanted your advice on going all the way." Carrie frowned at her hard, but Lorry didn't mind. She was used to being scolded.
"When does this whole business start anyhow?"
"In an hour. I'm supposed to get there by noon."
Carry slapped her head. "You're crazy. But I guess you've got to try it out, don't you."
"Would you come with me."
"No. That's spelled n-o."
"You could help and I could give you some of the money."
"Lorry, you're a wasting your time."
* * *
When Lorry got to Ray's house, she was sweaty and scared. It looked like every other small bungalow on the street, but when she checked the address Ray had jotted down for her, she knew she was at the right place. Ray answered the door. He looked as handsome as the first time she'd met him
"Hi, beautiful, glad you made it."
"I did a lot of thinking," Lorry said. "I want to make sure we understand each other."
"Sure, let's be up front about the whole thing."
"Well, I couldn't have anybody finding out. There's my brother, for instance. He goes to school during the regular college semester."
"So he's not in summer school, right?"
"Right, but there might be someone around who knows him and if there was any chance that I might be recognized..."
"I've already figured that out," Ray smiled, slipping an arm around her waist. He guided her through the house to a back bedroom. There was a table already set up and a candle going over a tiny small cup of body oil. Lorry smelled incense. The windows and walls had been covered with oriental rugs. It looked like a den of naughtiness al! right.
"Try this." Ray handed her a blonde wig. Lorry turned it in her hands and decided finally that it didn't look too hideous. She went to the bathroom and tucked her brown hair up so she could pull the thing on. After a little adjustment, it looked pretty good. Ray stood behind her nodding approval. "I've got some make-up you can use too. A little eye-shadow and lipstick will make you look ten years older."
"I don't want to look too old."
"Baby," Ray said, "you'll look good at sixty."
It took Lorry almost fifteen minutes to get the effect she wanted. The green eye-shadow did give her a sophisticated look. The lipstick helped the illusion. While she was adding the finishing touches, Ray brought a long, silky gown.
"Those jeans won't get it," he said, patting her ass. "Much as I dig you in them, you'll need something with more class.""
"All I'm going to be doing is massaging."
"Well, sure. But I might raise the price five bucks. We want to give the customer his money's worth." Ray hung the gown on the bathroom door and left so she could change. The clingy garment tied just under her tits and fell in long folds to her ankles. It touched her belly and thighs in a sexy way when she moved. Lorry started to get nervous all over again. She thought of the money-that was something else she wanted to get straight with Ray. She found him in the rubdown room adjusting one of the rugs that covered the window.
"Look, Ray, I think I should get what we first agreed on."
"I've got to get something for all the time and expense I put on the line," he argued. He had a way about him when he wanted to convince. He could smile no matter what he said. It had a way of putting Lorry off balance. He'd smiled when he'd talked her into that first hand job. She'd found herself performing it on him almost before she'd realized what had happened.
"But I'm doing all the work."
"Why don't we see how the money comes in. If we're doing pretty good, I'll give you nine dollars a throw."
"How much are you going to charge?"
"Trade secret, my dear," he laughed, coming over to squeeze her slim body against his. A thrill made Lorry forget what she was arguing about. She let her hands slide around his back and then Ray was kissing her on the mouth. She moaned softly into the kiss as his hands felt the shape of her ass under the silk gown. Ray seemed so cool, so together. She felt like she was really taken care of now as long as he was close by.
"We can work this today until two. I've got a class then."
"How does anybody know? It just looks like any old house."
"Oh, baby, this gig is by appointment only. Really high class. I wouldn't let just any dude off the street come in and enjoy the magic of your youthful fingers." He squeezed her ass again and Lorry wanted him to kiss her more but he hurried to the front room. She was supposed to wait for the first customer. He tapped at the bedroom door five minutes later.
Lorry didn't ask his name and he didn't tell her. He was big, really big. She guessed he was a football player trying to make up credits in the summer. He lay down on the table without the slightest embarrassment. Lorry couldn't tell whether he had a hard on or not, but his skivvies certainly looked full.
"Tell me if I push too hard on a sore place or anything like that." She dumped a little oil into her palm and smoothed it on the fronts of his thighs. Then she started squeezing and rolling the heel of her hand down into the muscle like Ray had taught her. She worked from the knees up, repeating the process and observing the guy for signs of excitement. She found herself more embarrassed than she'd thought she would be. He kept looking at her, staring! She felt like meat for sale. And she'd already taken too much time. Ray had told her to get the thing over with in fifteen minutes or less. The quicker the better, he'd advised.
"Would you like to get more comfortable?" she breathed, touching the elastic of his underwear.
She was blushing furiously and hoped that her make-up hid her embarrassment. "Yeah, I'd like that."
Avoiding his eyes, Lorry eased his shorts down. It was a little awkward getting them out from under his ass but she finally managed. She tossed them on the chair with the rest of his things and poured more warm oil into her palm. His cock scared her. It was at least eight inches long and the head was almost purple with trapped blood. She smoothed the oil over the taut flesh and began to rub it in. It occurred to her that she'd never seen a guy's prick while she'd played with it at a drive-in. It was always dark and nobody really undressed. She just got her fingers in the guy's pants and fooled around until he creamed.
"You sure look good," the guy said.
"Thank you." She moved her warm hand up over his cocktip and squeezed. Oil trickled from between her fingers and down the throbbing shaft.
"What would I have to pay you to get a little more than a hand job?"
"I don't understand. Didn't you give Ray...? "
"Oh, sure, but come on. I could get a little special service if I kicked in a bonus, couldn't I?" The big man turned his eyes on her body. The low cut gown let him see the freckled tops of her tits. She swallowed hard. Her hand trembled as it moved up and down his hot prick.
"I. . .I don't think so. This is all I do."
"I could lay another twenty bucks on you if you used your mouth."
Lorry almost went through the floor. She didn't know what to say, how to react. She felt naked in that damned gown and cursed Ray for not telling her this part of the game. She felt terribly young and vulnerable now. In her imagination, everything had seemed so simple. Do for money what she'd done for free on dozens of dates. But now things were getting complicated.
"Look, this is all I do." She moved her hand rapidly. She knew just what made a guy get his rocks. That swollen knob at the end, the glans, it was really sensitive like a girl's clit. She concentrated her attention on that bulging part, her soft hands sliding noisily in the oil. Sometimes he squeezed tight as she jacked. Then she'd just barely graze the tumescent flesh.
"Hey ... Uhhh ... you ... what's your name?" The guy was obviously close to popping.
"Sherry," Lorry told him, blurting out the first name that occurred to her.
"Well, slow down, Sherry, and let me put it another way. Ohhh, Jesus, baby ... ease off."
"Just relax please and I'll do what you came here for."
"How about thirty?" The man's face tightened with agonized pleasure. Lorry fondled his big balls, feeling the throbbing pulse of his prostate. "Give you thirty for some head."
Lorry ignored him. She knew that he had only seconds left. The squishy sound of the oil as her hand jacked him made her cunt dampen. She could see that thick, hard cock sliding into a girl's pussy. It was funny that she imagined another girl getting fucked with it first. But then, she had been fucked only once in her whole life-by Billy Baxter with an old rubber that broke halfway through. She'd worried herself sick for three months. When her period had finally started up again, she'd sworn that she would never give her body so easily to anyone again.
"Well, for Chris' sake, you can kiss me at least."
Lorry didn't want to kiss him. She hesitated and the guy grabbed her wrist to stop her jacking him off.
"I'll give you a five-dollar tip if you kiss me when I come." Lorry nodded and he let her continue. She wanted to get the whole thing over with and get rid of this guy. She felt him grunt with pleasure, felt his balls become plump in their sack. She bent down and covered his mouth with her own. She was a pretty good kisser. She could use her tongue to make a guy say almost anything. And she used it now. The big man sucked it into his mouth and gasped and Lorry felt hot cream dribble down her hand. She jacked him slower now, remembering how a guy liked it. A jet of cum leaped into the air and spattered down on the man's belly. She pumped him with a strong, slow rhythm as they kissed. Then it was over and she wiped her fingers on a towel and put it across his stomach.
The man was dressed and turning toward the door when she spoke.
"You forgot the five dollars."
"What five dollars?" He looked genuinely surprised. Lorry wanted to slap his face.
"You know what I'm talking about!"
"Honey, you must be thinking of somebody else." He opened the door and disappeared down the hall. Lorry thought of yelling for Ray but knew that it was really her own fault. She'd just learned one of the cardinal tricks of the trade, money matters had to be worked out ahead of time. She wouldn't do anything extra again unless the cash was already in her purse.
The second guy was small and shy and had a hard time getting undressed. Lorry put a soft record on the phonograph and turned off one of the lamps. She pretended to go about her business, not paying any attention to him. When she knew he was finally on the table, she turned. This one had taken off his underwear before climbing up for his massage. He had a cock that looked as small and soft as her previous customer's prick had been big.
"You sure are pretty," the small guy said without looking at her. She liked him right off.
"Thank you." The oil went on his cock right away. Lorry had decided not to waste time pretending she was giving a full massage. These guys knew what they were paying for, so why fool around. As she massaged him, nothing happened. His cock still lay limp and soft in her palm. She pretended not to be bothered but the customer was obviously uncomfortable. What could she say?
"It does that sometimes," he said, his words barely audible. "Especially when I'm the most excited."
"Is there anything I could do to help?" Lorry felt her shyness fade. Maybe she would be able to keep on with this business after all.
"If I could s-s-see you. You know."
She was about to shake her head, remembering how that extra service could get pretty tricky, but this guy seemed pretty safe. She shrugged and unfastened the gown in back.
"Oh, God," the man said, shaking his head. "Oh, God, Jesus, you're beautiful." His cock had stiffened a little but it was still not fully erect. Lorry felt his eyes on her tits and belly as she worked the hot skin up and down and poured on more oil.
"You're having trouble today, aren't you."
"Would you let me massage you?" the small man asked. He found the courage to meet her eyes. Lorry stopped fooling around with his cock and considered. Her customer ran a hand through his sandy hair.
"It'll cost you ten more dollars."
"That's fine. Maybe I can get hard that way."
She felt the oil being poured on her abdomen and then the man's fingers were smoothing it around, getting it into her navel and on the bumps of her hipbones. After a few minutes of that, he started petting it down into her pubic curls. The brown wisps became dark curlicues as more oil was poured directly onto her pussy hairs.
"If you could touch me at the same time," the customer said. Lorry felt pretty strange about the whole thing, but slipped her hand off the table and found his dangling cock. As she began to massage it, it stiffened more than it had since he'd come into the room. His fingers were working her cunt lips open now, rubbing the slick, warm oil into her dainty pink petals.
"Uhhh ... Ohhh, God," she sighed, flopping her head back and forth. She had to make sure this guy didn't get out of hand. Now it was hard to think straight. His fingers were working her clit, slipping down to her tight little pussy. Lorry tried hard to concentrate on what she was doing to the man's cock. She jacked the oil around on his shaft, feeling the crown enlarge with every movement.
That finger in her pussy was about to drive her up the wall. She'd gotten hot just messing around with that first guy, but to have somebody touching her too. ... She hadn't made sure to get the promised money in her purse either.
"So beautiful," the guy said. She had her eyes closed when he touched her with his mouth. She hadn't expected anything like that and as she tried to sit up, the friction of his tongue against her swollen clit made her shudder and slump back again.
"Nhhhooo, don't, please. I didn't tell you, you could do ... Uhhhhh ... Ohhhh, shit!"
This guy really knew how to get to a girl. Lorry had never had cunnilingus in her life, though she'd dreamed of how it must feel many times. Now it was happening. The man's tongue dug and rubbed at her tender parts. She felt him lapping her like a dog might do. Then as he forced her thighs wider, he half-crawled onto the table and burrowed his lips deeper. His tongue shot into her cunt and rooted there.
"Yuuhhh ... Yaaaaaa!" she sighed, trying once again to push herself up on elbows. The lovely friction was sending shooting throbs of pleasure up and down her body. She felt dizzy and weak. Her hand had slipped away from the man's cock. She couldn't possibly concentrate on taking care of him while he ate her out like that!
Then the guy was crawling all over her, pinning her down on the table. His cock brushed her leg, jabbed into the mushy, silken heat of her pussy. Lorry screamed and tried to lift a knee to push him away but he jabbed again and the tip of his cock went through the tightly muscled orifice, the opening of her pussy.
"Damn you ... Ohhhhh, shit." She was coming and she couldn't stop the lovely, breath-taking sensations from rushing through her flesh. This guy was crazy and he was probably about to shoot his jizz too!
"Just a second more," he moaned, roughing one of her tits with his tongue. He tried to thrust deeper and somehow Lorry caught him off balance and slipped her pussy back on the massage table. Then a hot lick of cream shot up her belly. The man collapsed against her, pumping his slender cock-shaft up and down on her stomach. Lorry couldn't stop thrusting her hips around as her own climax peaked. She felt his steamy seed filling her navel and dripping down her side.
"Ohhh, Uhhh. Ohhh, damn you." she mumbled, still coming. The door burst open and Ray was yanking the guy off of her. She watched the tussle as the customer was forced into the bathroom across the hall.
"Get his clothes," Ray ordered. "I'll see that he gets dressed and out of here."
There was fifty dollars in the man's pocket and Lorry took all of it. What the hell, he'd had his fun, the sonofabitch. And Ray wouldn't have to know about her little cut.
* * *
Later when the excitement had died down, Lorry found Ray in the kitchen brewing coffee.
"Here's your damned wig and gown and all. I've decided I've had it on this deal."
"Hey, sweetheart," Ray said, grabbing her shoulders. "You only took care of two guys. Is something bothering you?"
"Maybe you don't know what it's like to have some weirdo climbing all over you."
"That was your fault. You shouldn't undress in front of the guy. How much did you pocket for that?"
"Nothing, Ray, I ... " His eyes burned through her.
"Come on, I saw you going through that John's wallet. Old Ray sees all, knows all."
Lorry told him she'd taken a few extra bucks. Ray kept after her until at last she'd admitted pocketing the extra fifty.
"Okay, it's yours. But I've decided we're going to have to change our mode of operation. Sooner or later somebody's gonna feel like he's had a raw deal. Then it'll only be a matter of time before the cops come in and hassle us."
"Wow, you didn't say anything about cops." Lorry was certain now that she would have nothing else to do with Ray.
"But I can work up some more well-to-do clients in a jiffy. You could go around to their own private pads, see?"
"I've got to go, Ray."
"Hey, sweetheart, you better think it over. You could make more than a measly ten bucks on a deal like I'm talking about."
"You're only giving me nine, remember?"
"Which reminds me." Ray peeled off eighteen bucks and folded it into her palm. "Now how about a little treat for the boss before you split?" Lorry hurried out the front door. Ray stood on the porch to call after her. "Think about that other deal I mentioned. You could make a thou a week."
Lorry hurried home, trembling the whole way. She hadn't expected anything like what had happened. Giving massages was a lot kookier than she'd thought. She did have over sixty bucks in her pocket. Sixty bucks for less than an hour's work. No, she didn't want to have anything more to do with Ray Williams. Or did she?
"Damn, I've got to talk to Carrie again." She went in her front door and upstairs. Her bedroom was at the end of the hall. She shared a bathroom with her brother, and when she bent over the sink to wash her face, she heard something from behind the closed door that opened to his room. It was locked, of course, but had the old-fashioned kind of keyhole. The kind a girl could peek through. Lorry peeked.
At first, all she saw was a cock. Then Rawley turned and she saw what he was holding. He was stark-naked, stretched out on his back in bed. A full-color picture from a magazine was in one hand while his other hand moved up and down his cock. Though she saw him every day of her life, Lorry was taken with her brother's handsomeness. Somehow seeing him naked made him look like a young god or something. He had curly hair, the same color as hers, a muscular chest, and broad shoulders. He was twenty, a year younger than Arleen. It was funny that he wasn't more like his older sister. In reality he more closely resembled her. Lorry breathed again. She felt all the more titillated peeking in on what her brother obviously considered a private moment.
"Ohhh, Goddamn," he mumbled. He tossed around on the bed, plunging his hips up and down as his hand slapped faster. The color picture shook in his hand. It was a detailed spread of some girl with her pussy stretched wide. Lorry guessed that Rawley was pretending his cock was penetrating the model's cunt again and again. At that moment, the strangest idea occurred to Lorry. She imagined herself On top of her brother's strong body. She imagined her own pussy surrounding his rigid, long cock, covering it slowly as she felt herself penetrated. "God!"
Rawley moved out of line with the keyhole, but she heard a choked moan and the bed squeaked loudly. He was probably coming all over the place. Lorry went back to washing her face, bothered by the thing she'd imagined. Her own brother! She dried her skin and went to phone Carrie.
"Carrie? You were right about that thing we talked about. It was awful! I mean I got turned on and everything, but I'd better tell you the rest in private."
CHAPTER THREE
Arleen had no trouble at all on Monday morning. Her Uncle Nat took time to explain everything that was a little difficult. She was a good typist and knew enough shorthand to get by. Though she would have to learn her way through the files, she managed to keep up with Nat's request. At eleven-thirty he took her to lunch.
Nat was in his forties but looked ten years younger. He was an athletic man who kept up his tennis and stayed fit. Arleen hadn't seen him in months and his thick, dark hair and tan face made him seem so vital, so energetic. She found herself genuinely interested in his plans for expanding the factory. He bought them a second round of drinks. She watched as he scribbled plans and Figures on a napkin.
"I really shouldn't have this second drink," she told him. "I've only been on the job half a day and there's the afternoon yet."
"Don't worry, honey, you're doing just fine." Nat patted her hand. His eyes wrinkled when he smiled. He pushed her drink across to her. "You're my girl friday now so you don't have to worry about getting loaded on Monday afternoon." He picked up his own glass then, and they clinked and drank together. Arleen had the oddest feeling. It seemed her uncle was really keeping his eyes glued to her. When she got up once to go to the ladies' room, he watched her every move. She knew because she could see him in the big mirror behind the bar. Of course, she'd really dressed up for her first day of work. Maybe she'd overdone it. When it was time for them to leave, Nat was the perfect gentleman. He opened the door for her and she slid into the leather seat of the big Cadillac like a queen.
"I love your car, Uncle Nat."
"You know, I think this Caddy has just been waiting for someone like you to sit in it." Her uncle's eyes twinkled. They were both a little high from their noontime drinks. Arleen felt a little breathless. If this was what working for Nat was going to be like, she was all for it.
"How's your sister?" Nat asked when they stopped at a light.
"Lorry's better. At least, my folks think so."
Nat lifted an eyebrow. "You don't?"
"Well, after she got home from the sanitarium last time, the psychiatrist said she was completely recovered." Arleen shrugged. "He said that sometimes when a young girl reaches puberty, the changes in her body are too much for her to handle. He seemed to believe that Lorry wasn't really a nymphomaniac in the true sense." Just saying the word made Arleen blush. She was remembering how she'd behaved that night with Howell. He had probably come to the conclusion that she was a nymphomaniac."
"But she's not mentally disturbed in any sense of the word?" Nat asked.
"Oh, no. She's just got some emotional problems. But she seems to be adjusting. I just don't trust those doctors."
"I know what you mean." The light changed and Nat let the big white car glide away down the street. Arleen was thinking about Lorry. She liked her younger sister, liked her a lot. She hoped with all her heart that Lorry didn't fall back into her old ways, like the night she'd almost raped the little Hawkins boy. He was barely twelve and Lorry had tried to get him to fuck her. She seemed so easy going on the surface, so cheerful. But Arleen sensed that there were still many storms brewing under that seemingly innocent surface. She could get herself into the weirdest fixes for someone who was barely sixteen.
"I've got a few letters for you when we get back to the plant," Nat said. It wasn't until Arleen had hung up her coat and taken her steno pad into her uncle's private office that Arleen realized just what he really had in mind.
* * *
"You can put down the pad, Arleen," Nat told her, slipping off his jacket, loosening his tie. He made sure the door was locked and then came over to sit on the arm of her chair. Arleen had no idea what was happening. Then her uncle took her hand in his.
"What is it, Uncle Nat?" Arleen asked, trying to tug her hand back. It felt wrong somehow to feel Nat squeezing her fingers. She could see his wife Joan frowning at the two of them. Joan had always seemed a jealous woman to Arleen. When she'd been smaller and gone to play at her Uncle's house, Joan had always seemed a little irked by the presence of another female, even if that female was merely a child.
"It's hard to begin," Nat said. Then he took her hand and kissed it. Arleen thought her glasses were going to fog. It was a sensation both pleasing and shocking. She squirmed in her chair. She felt flushed and uneasy and at the same time, her skin tingled in the most pleasurable way. "I was going to give it a few weeks," Nat continued, "to let you get used to me and everything, but after today, I can't hold back what's on my mind."
"Uncle Nat, I don't know what you want to say, but I don't think you'd better say it."
"I want you," Nat breathed. He looked so intense that Arleen had to drop her eyes. He pulled her chin back up and pressed his face down. She couldn't stop the kiss, and maybe she didn't even want to. Her lips melted against his. She gave a little moan and let him pull her onto her feet. His arms circled her slender body and he ground his hips against her softness. She moaned again, feeling weak in the knees. She knew the kiss was all wrong but she didn't want it to end either. She couldn't seem to slow the fires inside her. They'd been roaring out of control for weeks and since that frustrating night at the motel with Howell, she'd felt hot all the time. Now with Nat kissing her, touching her graceful curves with his hands, she was getting at last a little of the affection she craved.
"You're fantastic," he said, touching her face. She opened her eyes finally and looked at him.
"No. Ohhh, god no, we can't do this."
"Who says we can't do this."
"Joan ... what about Joan?" As she spoke Nat's fingers touched the side of her tit. She felt him push in the cup of her bra, graze the nipple where it jabbed the stiff material.
"Joan hasn't been faithful to me for the past year."
"That doesn't sound like Joan, she's the faithful type." Arleen was having to gasp between words. She felt so lightheaded, so wonderful, and so wicked too.
"I don't know who it is," Nat went on. "I don't really care. We haven't slept together in two years."
"Let me go so I can think," she begged and Nat loosened his hold on her. She put a hand against his desk and patted her hair. She felt like a barnyard hen who'd had her feathers thoroughly ruffled.
"I'm ordering a company car for you to use."
"For me?"
"It's a good tax scam." Nat touched her face. His eyes were warm and hungry. "And you'd look good in a new car."
"I ... I don't know what to say."
"This is awkward to word," Nat said, sighing. "But I want you to be my mistress. I respect you too much to think up some pretty-sounding lie for you to believe. Joan would never divorce me. She knows when she's got a good thing, and Morgan Enterprises is a good thing. She'll inherit the whole shooting match when I'm pushing up daisies."
The words were falling too fast for her to pick them all up. Her mind swam with the stark reality of what was unfolding for her. Her own uncle was asking her to be something, to do something that went against every ideal she'd been taught to believe.
"Nat, wait. Have you forgotten that we're...? "
"I know. Flesh and blood. I can even see a little resemblance, your eyes."
"We've even got the same last name! What if my dad knew that his own brother was...? "
"To hell with what anybody else thinks." Nat took her in his arms again. His hands were insistent, strong. She felt him pet her pussy with rough desire. "I've been denying myself the good things in life for too long. I want you. And I'm going to have you."
"Nat, ohhh, don't. . don't!" Her uncle pushed her back against his desk, lay her down as his hands worked her short skirt up her thighs. She wriggled, trying to get away, but Nat was a muscular, strong-willed man. He got a thumb hooked over her panties and jerked them down to her knees with one deft movement. Arleen kicked, but then the panties were dangling around one ankle and her uncle was on his knees on the carpet, his mouth against the soft, inner whiteness of her thighs. Arleen couldn't even breathe for the first few moments. The fight had gone from her. She could only kick weakly and whine as Nat dug his tongue into her flesh, working his way towards her steamy cunt. She wished she'd worn pantyhose, wished she'd worn a girdle. Now he was getting her shoes off, his tongue never stopping for a moment. He made Howell seem like a rank amateur.
"Ohhhh, Uhhnnnn ... Uncle Nat!"
He cocked her legs back until her knees were up under her tits. She was stretched open to him now as he continued to lick around the edges where her blonde pubic curls were the thickest. She knew he could smell her muskiness, could see the glistening pink of her cunt lips as they bloomed. Her feet rested on his shoulders as he began to eat gingerly at the beginning of her slit. She was helpless to keep him away now. The rippling waves of pleasure were far too intense to fight.
"I've been dreaming of this for a long time. That's why I couldn't look you up before. I knew that if I ever got you alone I wouldn't be able to hold back." He licked his lips and then Arleen felt him use his tongue to nurse her clit pearl out from its hiding place. It bulged with blood as the soft friction of her uncle's licking took effect. Arleen let out a lung full of air and tossed her head back and forth. Her glasses were smeared and her underarms were damp. From between her legs came the most sensual sounds in the world, sounds that started her whimpering again.
"Wrong. Uncle Nat ... so wrong to do this!"
"You won't be saying that when I'm through with you," he laughed, working the front of her dress open, jerking it free to expose her bra. He got his hands under her back and undid that too. As her tits came free on her chest, Arleen shuddered. She felt excited with just half her clothes off. All the undone buttons and loosened snaps made the feeling that much more intense. Nat cupped one big tit and began to nurse hungrily at the nipple. With a gasp, Arleen pushed her fingers into his curly hair.
"Yaaaa, ohhhh, god!"
"Your tits are works of art!"
Arleen was trying not to act too wild, but it was impossible to keep her ass still. She could feel his cock in his pants brushing her spit-damp curls. Her uncle could just open his fly and put his cock in her if he wanted. She was shocked by her own eagerness to have a man. When only moments before they'd been discussing her young sister's aberrations.
"Stop, we've got to stop. Ohhhhh!" Nat had tried to suck all of one tit into his mouth. He hadn't quite done it, but the feel of his teeth cutting into the tender flesh, the flicking movement of his tongue across her swollen nipple was enough to make another flood of juice gush from her pussy. What was it like, she wondered, to have a cock ram hard inside?
Nat kissed down her belly the same way he'd kissed up it. He nuzzled happily in the fur of her pussy and started to explore deeper into her folds. When his tongue parted the final leaves of her cunt petals and he touched her cherry, he stopped.
"I didn't believe it could be this perfect," he whispered.
"Nat. . . " She was too embarrassed to say more. A twenty-one-year-old girl who'd never fuckedwhat did Nat think of her now? Only prudes saved themselves that long nowadays.
"This is too special to waste here in the office."
Arleen was working her ass around in slow circles on the squeaky desktop. She" was in a daze from the fantastic licking her uncle had been giving her. No man had ever taken care of her so lovingly. But now he was pulling her dress down, tucking his shirt back in. The buzzer sounded and he punched a line and picked up the receiver. After a few brief words with someone, he pulled Arleen up and hugged her in his arms. She was confused and trembling.
"You're a virgin. You deserve something better than just a quick fuck on a hardwood desk," he whispered. "Pardon my frankness, Arleen, but I've gotten out of the habit of mincing words."
"Mmmmmm," she cooed, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. Then she remembered that she was a girl hired to be her uncle's secretary. She was his niece. She was his kin. She was a virgin, too, and now that her pussy wasn't being devoured, her good sense was returning.
"I don't think I should work here this summer," she gasped, struggling to get her bra fastened again.
Nat ignored her protests.
"Joan is going out of town tomorrow," he said, matter-of-factly, "and she'll be gone all day. She says it's to look at antiques but I know better."
"I hope you can find another secretary," Arleen said. She was looking for her panties now. They must have fallen from her ankle. And where were her shoes? She got down on her knees to peek under the desk.
"We'll take the whole morning off. My plant manager can handle things." '
"Uncle Nat, you're not listening to me," Arleen whimpered, looking up. Nat got down beside her on the carpet and slipped a hand up under her dress. Her bare ass was suddenly washed with thrilling sensations as Nat's fingers caressed and kneaded the white flesh.
"Of course, I'm not listening," he said. "Because you are going to work here for me. And tomorrow morning I'm going to take you to the guest room in my house and make beautiful love to you."
"Nooooo, Nat, you don't understand."
"I'm going to break your cherry with the head of my cock," he said, licking his lips. His fingers were smoothing and teasing her swollen pubes. She heard the slick suck of her cunt lips around his knuckles. She wanted him to stop and she wanted him to keep doing it forever. His thumb pressed gently against her hymen, then pushed harder. She felt the thin membrane being forced up into her pussy. She was holding her breath, her body a mass of tingling, itchy pleasure.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"Nooooo!"
"You really do. I know you do." Her clit was being gingerly pinched and rolled in its own hot juices. "Tell me how long you've waited for someone like me, Arleen. Tell me how bad you want it. You do want it, don't you?"
"Yesssss, ohhhh yes. I want it. I want it bad." Through her dazed ecstasy, she heard her uncle undoing his belt, slipping his cock out of his pants. She was on all fours, her dress pulled up across her back to bare her most delicate parts to him. Then something spongy and hot was rubbing against her cunt. Her plump cunt lips widened for his cock and Arleen's arms trembled as the thick head of her uncle's prick was shoved slowly down her dripping slit.
"Do it!" she cried, pumping her ass up and down. "Ohhhh, please, Uncle Nat! Do it to me right now!" She tossed her head around like a hot mare. Her toes were pointed back on the carpet, knees spread to have him. He worked his prick up and down between her silken cunt lips. She knew he was coated with her slick, hot juices now. She knew that all he had to do was touch that magic spot and fuck her hard. Just once and it would go all the way to her belly! Nat kissed the nape of her neck.
"Listen how eager you are, you sweet little cherry, you."
"Ohhh, I can't stand it any longer. Fuck me, Nat! Fuck me right here on the rug! I'm begging you."
"No, it will be better if we wait. You need to be taken like a princess. A real princess."
"I don't care about that. I want it ... want it ... Ohhh, put it inside me!" Arleen's glasses fell onto the rug between her hands. She reached fingers back under her body, back between her thighs until she could touch his rigid, fevered cock. Her hand trembled as she traced its shape, the swollen, rounded crown. His balls were like heavy eggs in a slick sack. She squeezed them and petted his veined prick again. He was smeared with her slickness at the tip and she tried to take it and push it into her pussy. She stretched her cherry inwards a little but her uncle pulled his hips back when the pressure increased. Arleen pumped her ass against empty air.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried, drooling. "Ohhhhh, Nat, you've turned me into something I didn't know I was, you make me feel so ashamed. Why don't you fuck me and end it?"
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's only healthy that you want it so bad. And I want it too. I want it to be perfect at the same time. Tomorrow in the guest room will be that kind of perfection."
She turned to clutch him. He kissed her furiously as she felt his hot cock. God, she knew it now, knew what it meant to really want a fuck. She'd only just been getting warmed up with Howell.
"Let me look at you," she gasped, lowering her lids shyly. She felt more at ease looking at his cock than looking into his face. She still saw him as her uncle, her kin. She didn't know how much she wanted to think of that fact. "It's so big. Ohh, it's beautiful." Her emotions overflowed. She captured his bobbing cock in both hands and lowered her mouth. Then she was moaning and kissing the hot head, letting her saliva mingle with her pussy juice. Now Arleen knew she was half out of her mind.
She was kissing and tonguing the head of her uncle's cock just like she'd done it every day of her life. She'd never sucked a man's cock in her life. She pulled her lips away with a wet pop and bit her bottom lip.
"To watch you doing that ... " Nat caressed her face. "It was wonderful."
Hardly believing she could think such things, say such things, Arleen looked up at her Uncle. "Nat, kiss me. Tell me what you're going to do tomorrow, morning. Tell me what you'll do with your. ... " She touched him, then curled her fingers tightly around his cock. Then Nat was kissing her open mouth, sucking her tongue. He was whispering wonderful wicked things about how he would fit and how tight she would be and that it wouldn't hurt much. Then he was pushing her backwards, making her lie on her back on the rug while he burrowed again into the juicy musk of her cunt.
"Yes, my darling, that's what I want you to do!" He breathed, lapping her like a dog might. Her lips were stretched wide now, her knees against her tits as she forgot all her shyness and shame and plunged her dripping pussy around in furious circles as Nat devoured the tender hollows and lumps.
She grasped his head at the last minute, pulling him so hard against her that she thought she might faint. But she didn't-she came. She came with a soft little cry deep in her throat, with her uncle's tongue ravishing her clitflesh.
He let her rest there in the middle of his office while he straightened his clothes. Then he found her panties and shoes and helped her dress while she leaned against him exhausted.
"Nat, ohhh, what you just did to me!"
"And that's only the beginning, sweetheart. That's only the beginning."
CHAPTER FOUR
Lorry woke up feeling moody. She knew that she had to see her psychiatrist in less than a week and he'd be asking all kinds of questions. She hated those questions. When she'd been in the sanitarium for a short period that's what she got morning, noon and night-questions. Even now that she was on an out-patient basis, the questions still came.
How do you feel about your parents, your friends, your teachers? Do you have any strong emotional feelings concerning dating? Do you this, that and the other?
What made the upcoming session even harder was that she'd have to lie about her little deal with Ray. It was really hard to lie to a shrink. They had i a way of looking at you, of needling you until you made a mistake.
She flung her long legs out of bed and pranced to the mirror. It took her a few minutes brushing to get her hair the way she wanted it. Her pert, firm tits seemed especially sensitive today. Her first thoughts of the day were of sex. What would she do to satisfy the gnawing hunger inside? Her father was gone to work, her mother probably shopping. That left her alone in the house, except for her brother, of course. A little bell seemed to tinkle far back in Lorry's mind.
"I remember when we used to wrestle," she said aloud, turning her profile to the mirror. "It was really fun and I didn't even know what was happening when he'd get me down and wallow against my belly." Her nipples pushed her gown out. She went to the bathroom humming, found her toothbrush and squeezed out the paste. Rawley came in while she was working on her molars.
He turned on the shower and hung his pajama top on a hook on the door. She could see him in the mirror as she leaned over the sink. He didn't know she was watching. He took a good long look at her ass where the gown slipped between her rounded cheeks. It made Lorry flush with excitement. She remembered how Rawley had looked that day she'd watched him jacking off through the keyhole. Still thinking she was busy with her tooth-brushing, he let his pajama bottoms fall to the floor and stepped in the tub. For an instant, she glimpsed the soft droop of his cock. Well, it wasn't completely soft. It was a little thick at the head and seemed to have a rubbery bounce to it. She knew that when a guy didn't have any hard-on at all, his prick kind of sucked back against his scrotum and didn't amount to much at all. Maybe the look he'd got of her ass had done it.
The curtain was. quickly jerked closed as Rawley adjusted the shower. Lorry tapped her toothbrush and hung it up. She'd just had the wildest idea! But it was really too much to consider. Wasn't it? Since going to the sanitarium it was so hard to think of reality clearly. She didn't know half the time whether she was being normal or playful, or really far out. She did feel better from all that therapy, and to tease her brother didn't seem like such a terrible thing.
"Hey, Rawley," she called, almost giggling. "Mind if I share the shower with you?"
"Wha?"
"I want to take a shower, too. Mind if I come in? I'll scrub your back." She bit her lip, grinning at the silence which elapsed. Rawley made a sound and pulled the curtain back a little.
"Hell, I guess so ... I don't know." She knew he was watching when she bent and took the bottom of her nightie to peel it up over her body. She did it really slow, letting him watch her wiggle her ass more than she really had to. When she'd draped it over the door hook, Rawley stepped back to give her room.
"Ohhhhhh, that feels good!" She turned and laughed, letting the hot spray tingle her. When the droplets blasted against her nipples it was especially exciting. She faced the spray, letting the sensations build until her cunt was beginning to tickle. Again, she caught Rawley staring at her naked back. She turned to let him stare at the front of her.
"We used to play in the tub as kids, remember."
"Yeah," he said, "but that was a long time ago. Things have changed."
"Like what?"
"Like you for one thing." He idly worked a bar of soap in his hands. "God, you. ... " He turned his back to her. Lorry knew why. She'd glimpsed the steady thickening of his cock. It had been lifting up when Rawley had turned. She bit her lip again. It was really fun to see a male on the spot, especially when it was her older brother.
"Want me to wash your back?" she asked, taking the soap from him. He kept his back to her.
"Well...."
"Aw, come on, it'll feel good."
"I guess so."
She got her hands good and soapy and started making lathery circles between his shoulder blades. She rubbed deep, working the muscles through the slickness of the soap. It excited her more than she'd thought to feel Rawley's growing muscles. He was really a nice-looking guy and getting bigger ever day. He had to be about six feet now and built like an athlete.
"Like that?" she asked, keeping the massage going. Rawley grunted approval. She was at the small of his back now, gliding her palms over the big muscles that reached down into his ass. "Okay, you do me now!" she sang, turning around.
"God, Lorry, I don't know about this. Are the folks around?"
"What do the folks have to do with it? We're just taking a shower together."
"Lorry, you don't understand."
She shrugged. "Well they're not at home if it makes any difference." She couldn't see him but could almost imagine the look on his face. He took the soap and began to lather her shoulders. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his fingertips. He was working the lather around good, massaging her own feminine muscles. When he got down to her waist he stopped.
"That enough?" he asked.
"Heck no, I did you lots longer."
"I don't know whether I want to do it any longer, Lorry."
"Do me some more or you're a spoil sport."
Rawley's fingers went shyly on until he was rubbing the place where her ass flared out slightly. Though still tomboyish in some ways, Lorry knew that her figure was starting to take on a lot of curves and soft spots. Her brother noticed too.
"God, Lorry. Ohhh, god, you're soft."
"That feels good, Rawley, really good." She leaned back slightly and felt something bump against her back. It was just at the right height to be her brother's hard cock, if it was hard now. And she was sure it was.
"I better get out," he said, reaching for the curtain.
"But I want to soap you some more," she protested, turning to face him. He turned quickly away so that she couldn't see his hard-on but she saw it anyway. She had the soap and was lathering her hands. He made another weak try at escape but Lorry circled her fingers around him and hugged her belly up against his ass. Then she started soaping his chest as she hugged. She let her soaping extend downward until she'd gotten her little finger into his navel. By now she knew that Rawley had lost it. He was breathing hard and was having a hard time standing up. She knew that he was wondering what she'd do next.
"It feels so good to scrub each other," she observed, "I don't see why there's any harm in doing it."
"There's harm," he gasped. "There must be."
Lorry let her sudsy fingers reach down another inch. She was only a short distance away from the base of his cock. The soapy foam overflowed her hands and dripped onto Rawley's erect cock. She peeked around his body to watch the thing pulse with excitement.
"Lorry, damn it, that's about enough don't you ... don't ... you...th-th-think?" With a little squeal, she grabbed his hot cock and smeared it with lather. Her palms massaged his prick as her fingers danced around the barbed tip. Rawley grunted like a pig in mud.
"Jesus!"
"Mmmmm, I always wondered when I was a kid, I wondered how it felt when you were..." she squeezed his bulging glans," ... hard." Slowly, slyly she began to jack him. Her fingers made the soap pop as she worked up to the head and back to the hilt, up and back, up and back. The lather dropped in loud splats in the tub. Rawley grunted again and put a hand out to lean against the wall.
"Lorry, damn it!"
"I like to do it, Rawley. I like to."
He pushed her hands away and stepped in front of the spray. As soon as the soap was gone, he pushed his way through the. curtain and grabbed a towel. Pouting, Lorry soaped herself, rinsed off and got out too. She was barely getting her tummy dry when Rawley went through the door to his own room. She grabbed the knob before he could shut and lock it.
"What's wrong, Rawley?"
"You know what's wrong." He went to his dresser and dug for a pair of underwear. She padded naked and barefoot to his side. His cock was still very, very hard. It was beautifully tinged with blue at the tip and she could see the veins pulsing with every beat of his heart. For the first time in her life, Lorry actually thought she might like to put one of those things in her mouth.
Was that a bad way to think? It didn't feel bad to think that. She could see that Rawley was hassled. He couldn't seem to find his underwear. She reached a hand around him again and encircled his cock. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed hard enough to hurt.
"Listen, little sister, I don't know what's wrong with you, but I'd appreciate it if you'd get the hell out of here and....."
It was funny how his words meant nothing to her. She was totally entranced with that one special part of his body. She touched his cock again and this time felt him weaken when he tried to break her grasp. She kissed his chest then and let her tits slide down his belly as she sank to her knees on the rug before him.
"Lorry, goddamn!"
"It's so clean ... and smooth and hot ... ! " She had his balls with one hand, his cock with the other. She looked directly into the little orifice at the tip of his glans. She licked her lips. It all seemed so natural, so right. Especially because Rawley was her brother. She wasn't doing it for some stranger who didn't give a damn whether she lived or died.
"Rawley, let me ... let me please?" She let her satiny mouth surround his cocktip and her brother's hand fell away from her wrist. His whole body shuddered as she just let her lips stay there around that bulging prick, getting used to the way it felt. For the first few seconds, she was dizzy with the newness of the experience. Then she found she liked the texture of his cock, the taut way the skin was pulled across it. She let her tongue creep forward until it was cradling the little lobes where his cock skin joined his glans.
"Uhhhhhhh ... Wow!" Rawley put his hands on the sides of her head. "God, ohhh, god if this is wrong, I can't stop it now!"
"Mmmmmmm," Lorry cooed through her nose, working her tongue in and out against the underside of his shaft, touching the bumps and hollows and veins. "Mmmmmmm!"
Now the two of them were locked in that frantic embrace in the middle of Rawley's room. She had about three inches of hot, hard cock in her mouth and she wanted more. Her brother seemed to be having more and more trouble just standing up. She could see the bed a few steps back. She pushed against his body and he flopped down on the mattress with a thankful gasp. His knees were bent over the edge of the bed. Lorry pushed them apart so she could bend over his cock and reinsert it between her lips. This time she bobbed her head down rapidly and took him all the way to her tonsils.
"Ahhhh! Lorry! Jesus Christ!"
"Nhhuummmm," she moaned through her nose, letting her tongue get really wild. She was still experimenting, trying to find out what he liked best. The plump, swollen feel of his cock was enough enjoyment for her. It was really getting her hot!
"Lorry! Ohhh, honey, my sister, my darling sister!" he babbled.
His words had the effect of making her want to please him all the more. She bobbed her head up and down, her cheeks pulled in sharply as she sucked. The popping, crackling sound of the spit working around the corners of her mouth heightened the sexiness of her mood. She stroked her hands up and down her brother's thighs and belly as she worked over him. Flecks of saliva had gathered in his cock hair now and she was surprised to find his cock thickened even more. Rawley worked his ass, trying to fuck upwards. His cockhead grazed the roof of her mouth and went into her throat again. Lorry gagged, but kept sucking.
"Ghhhaaaa. . . " she murmured, her tongue flicking and dancing along the little tube that reached along the bottom of his cock.
"Lorry, you'd better not do that anymore, honey. I'm gonna ... I'm gonna...! "
"Mmmmmmhuuhhnnn," she moaned, slowing her sucking. She just let her tongue barely glide against the swollen lobes that hung down under the little slit. She knew what Rawley was trying to tell her, but she was so worked up! Her hot little cunt was so wet that all her curls were plastered to her pussylips. She'd worked a ringer between the silky-soft folds and teased her clit out from its hiding place. It dripped girl-honey down her inner thighs as she prodded and petted and pinched. And as Rawley had moaned his warning to her, Lorry had felt that tingling signal that meant she was close to coming herself. It was the sliding shape of that hard prick that had done the sudden magic.
She wanted to tell Rawley that she wanted his cum. She'd come to the decision in a few short seconds. After all, she'd never tasted it, and she knew for a fact that lots of women did take jizz into , their mouth. Some even swallowed it! It certainly wasn't harmful in any way.
"Uhhnnn. Ohhhh, shit, Lorry. God, it's coming!"
She gave him a little moan to tell him she wanted it in her mouth. A shiver of excitement shot through her, pushing her own climax closer. Her finger plunged and clawed at her blood-packed clit. It was dangling out from her pubes like a tiny cock now as her fluids washed over it.
"Yyuummmm," she sighed, her tongue doing what seemed to work best on her brother. It was that bulging cockhead that was the most sensitive. When she really used a lot of suction and ravished the taut thing with her tongue, Rawley's entire body shuddered. Then she felt something pumping deep inside his body. The little tube started pumping too and she searched up at it to his balls. It surged out as a glob of hot seed was pushed towards his prickhead. At that moment, Lorry knew she was going to come too. If she hurried her plunging finger, she could peak at the same time as her brother! She hadn't hoped for anyting so fantastic and she caught her clit between thumb and finger and really worked it over.
"Uhhhmmmmmm," she moaned, her nostrils flared as the bulge moved quickly along her brother's cock, paused for a moment just behind his glans and then squeezed tight. A jetting string of hot cream poured into the hollow of her tongue. It sounded like Rawley was strangling.
"Lorreeeee!"
"Mmmmmm ... nuhhnnnmmmm!"
"Baby ... Ohhhh god, I'm gonna freak out!"
She nursed the throbbing prickhead with swathing, sucking movements. More of his cum poured out and for the first time she tasted it. It was sharp and sour and very sticky. She was having a hard time getting it swallowed because it stuck to her teeth and hung from the roof of her mouth. Rawley had a hold of her head now, keeping his cock deep as it fountained out a fresh batch of jizz.
"Chhhuu ... ghhhaaaa," she choked, as a hot stream of the white cum spattered from one nostril. She was rolling her head now, touching every sensitive part of his cock. Her own body inched up over the line of maddening joy and she exploded, her shaking hand bathed with her own flooding butter.
She closed her thighs and worked them together to rub her cunt lips against her clit button. Her fingers had searched up into her pussy now, pretending to be many small cocks. Her hole tightened around her knuckles as she sucked
Rawley's cock and came. Now the cum strings were oozing down her breasts. "Baby, Lorry!"
He plunged his ass up from the bed as she nursed the bulging cockhead with her lips and tongue. It was hard to keep from biting him as he was so big, but she managed to keep her teeth away from the raw flesh. Then her own orgasm took control of her. She let his cock half slip from her mouth. She could see the orifice now, smeared with spit and cum. As she watched, another surge of cum rolled out and dribbled down the sides of his cock shaft. She licked the sticky mess at the corners of her mouth and concentrated on her clit. It was exploding with regular spasms now. She could count the seconds and feel the surging excitement making her half-crazy. Lost in the ecstasy, she slumped down onto the rug and writhed, finger fucking herself until she was sure there were no more thrills to be found. Then she just lay there panting, the stringy cum drying on her nostrils and on her chin.
She opened her eyes as Rawley pulled her up.
"Oh, God, sis. I can't believe what we just did." He brushed hair from her eyes. "What you did."
"It was nice, wasn't it?" Her brown eyes sparkled. She was tired but satisfied. She had liked what had happened. She liked to have her mouth full of cock. The sensation of all that cum spurting out of her brother's cock had absolutely driven her wild!
"You don't feel guilty!"
"Guilty? You mean because I'm your sister?"
"That's bad enough, isn't it?"
"Maybe." Lorry touched a finger to one of his small, male nipples. "But I never figured out just why people say it's bad."
"I'll bet you drove those shrinks crazy at the sanitarium."
"Listen, Rawley, I never was emotionally disturbed like they said. I never felt like I was weirded out or anything. But they kept insisting I needed some therapy. So I went along with it. It seemed like the only way to stay out of trouble."
He looked at her, shook his head. "I can hardly believe this has happened."
Lorry licked her lips and grinned like a hungry kitten. "It happened all right. And it was yummy."
"I don't know Lorry, we can't mess around like this. It ... It would turn out wrong in the end. I just know it would."
"Rawley, it seems really okay to me. I was even hoping that maybe..." She dropped her long lashes, chewed on a knuckle as she tried to find the right words. "I was hoping that maybe sometime you'd want to ... make love to me."
"Oh, god, help me," he breathed, looking up at the ceiling. "Do you know what you're saying, little girl?"
"What am I saying?" she giggled, pushing her face against his chest.
"You want me to put my cock in..."
"My pussy," she laughed, clapping her hands. "Wouldn't that be fun? And we wouldn't have to go out on a date or anything to do it."
"But the folks would know. Even if I agreed that we could."
"Our rooms connect, silly. How would they know? When everybody is in bed we just. . . " She ran her tongue slowly along her upper lip. " ... do it."
"Lorry, you aren't normal. I know you've been told that already. But you're not. There's something strange about you."
"Have you ever put your mouth on a girl's ... pussy?"
"Yes." Rawley was blushing. Lorry thought it was cute.
"I'll bet she liked it." Rawley's smile said she was right. "Who was it?"
"A gentleman keeps his love life private."
"When you go out of town for a day or so," Lorry insisted, "who do you go with? Are you seeing some chick somewhere?" Rawley's blush turned to anger.
"I told you I wasn't going to tell you anything." She ran a hand over his belly.
"Hey, okay. I'm sorry." She pushed the finger she'd used on her pussy under his nose. "Smell!"
"Smell's pretty good." He took her hand away. "But I'm not going to play any more today. I should go have my head examined. I would, but I can see it didn't do you any good."
"What a grouch!" Lorry simpered, lifting his limp cock. "How come they get so soft when it's over?"
"To keep a man from making a fool of himself twice in a row," her brother said.
"If I started sucking it again?"
"It would hurt." He pushed her away. "Go get dressed, troublemaker."
"Will you be around this evening?" she asked, stopping to turn at the bathroom door. Her brother's eyes scanned her body approvingly.
"Nope, got a date. In fact, I've got a date all day today and I'm already late."
"Who with?"
"Remember what I told you."
"Okay, okay. I remember." She scratched one cheek of her ass as she watched Rawley search in his drawer again for the underwear he'd never found. "Do you fuck her?"
Rawley turned and threw something at her. Lorry fled giggling, slamming the door behind her. She washed her mouth out at the sink and ran her tongue over her teeth. It wasn't really bad at all. Just different. As she went to her room to dress, she was already thinking about where she could get some more.
"Yes," she said aloud, pulling on a pair of skimpy panties. "I like that stuff."
CHAPTER FIVE
Arleen was so nervous she brushed her teeth twice. She couldn't decide whether to wear a dress or just something a little more casual. When her father turned to her at the breakfast table and asked how she liked her new job, she blushed beet red. She was sure that everybody knew she was about to embark on an affair with her boss, her uncle, her dad's brother.
"Is something wrong?" her mother inquired.
"No, I'm just still learning the job I guess. It makes me nervous." She pretended to be interested in her eggs though really she'd lost her appetite completely. When her folks had gone, she went back to her room and took off her dress. She changed her panties too, settling at last for a very brief pair of purple ones. They had lace at the legs and a little design over the part that covered her cunt.
"After all, this is illicit sex," she said, breathless just thinking about what Nat wanted to do to her. "I hope he-likes me. I'm so damned scared I could pee."
She chose a different dress, a plain, pleated white one with no sleeves. But no, that wasn't right either. She threw it back in her closet and paced. She was due over at her uncle's house in five minutes.
"I can't be someone I'm not," she said finally, rummaging in her drawer. She squirmed into a tight fitting pair of denims and pulled a striped bikini top around her tits. Then she fluffed her hair a little and added a pair of sandals. Looking in the mirror, she was satisfied at last. She looked merely like a girl in her twenties. Nothing special, but not bad either. In fact, the jeans seemed to highlight her curvy shape, her soft, rounded contours. And her breast tops looked quivery and inviting.
"Do I really have the nerve to go through with this?" She bit her lip. "No, I don't, but I'm gonna do it anyway. Or I'll end up a virgin at thirty."
No one was around when she drove up and parked in front of Nat's house. She knew everything was "go" since he'd left the garage door open, their signal. Joan had gone antique looking or whatever. Uncle Nat seemed to think it was whatever. When Nat opened the front door, Arleen was glad she'd come in jeans. He was barefoot and bare-chested. A tight pair of tennis shorts only partly hid a huge erection. She got caught looking at it and blushed.
"As you can see, I've been thinking about you," Nat laughed. He closed the door and took her into his arms. The first kiss smeared her glasses.
"Oh, Nat, I'm scared. Do you think we really should?"
"You damned right we should. I've never felt so good in years. You look fantastic." He kissed her again, his hands petting the cheeks of her ass beneath the tight blue denim.
"I never thought I'd plan anything like I did this morning." She gasped and squirmed in his strong embrace. "For a while I felt kind of cold-blooded. Coming over here when I know Joan is gone. When I know you plan to take me to bed."
"What do you mean plan to..." Nat kissed her so hard that her teeth grated against his.
"I don't have to say yes," she teased, knowing that she was already a goner. She could hardly wait to have her cherry torn by his hot, throbbing cock. And Nat knew it, knew her hunger. She kissed the gray hair that curled around his nipples. He kissed her breast tops.
"Come on," he breathed, taking her hand.
The guest room sparkled with sunlight. At first, the wide open feel of the place scared her. Didn't affairs take place in dark, secret spots? They were alone in the house and Nat assured her that everything was definitely cool.
"I want to see everything, every square inch of you."
"You'd better get a towel," she whispered. "I bet I'll make a terrible mess when you do it to me."
"Yeah, I guess we don't want a bloody bedspread for Joan to discover." He unsnapped the front of her jeans and ran a hand down over her panties. She could tell he liked the skimpy little nothings.
"Wow, you really know how to get to a man."
"Wait'll you see them," she said. He got her jeans down and she sat on the bed while he pulled them the rest of the way off. Then she stood up to model her panties. Just having Nat's approving gaze upon her made her flush with excitement and embarrassment.
"L-like them so well I think I'll eat them!"
"Ohhh, Nat," she giggled, rushing to his arms. "What you did to me in the office. I'll never forget it. It was wonderful."
"I know you won't forget it because I mean to do the same thing again today."
"But I want to come with you inside me, too."
"We'll have plenty of times for anything." He pulled one cup of her bikini free from the soft heated flesh underneath. She held the sides of his face as he tongued the nipple out from the areola.
"Nhhhuuuuhh," she sighed, closing her eyes. Her pussy wet her panty crotch as if a dam had burst inside her.
"Twenty-one years of chastity and now you're all mine!"
"Joan is all yours. I don't belong to anyone." She was a little peeved by his male show of ownership and dominance. She felt cheated to hear him talking like that.
"I wish we could work it the other way around."
"You said yourself that...."
"Aw, to hell with Joan. Let's just concentrate on us today." He uncupped the other tit and began to lick it with loud sucking noises. Then he was pulling it between his teeth, worrying the bulging nipple until Arleen wanted to scream. By now her panty crotch was plastered to her cunt. As she squirmed in his arms, the nylon was pulled up between her cunt lips.
When her uncle finally undid the bikini top, he pulled it off her body in such a slow, sexy way that Arleen thought she'd never be able to stay standing. She leaned heavily against his muscular body, wondering what he was thinking.
"Does it bother you that we're kin?" she whispered, feeling his lips caressing her neck and earlobe. Nat made a laughing sound.
"It doesn't bother me," he said. He pushed her head back and kissed her mouth until she whimpered through her nose. It was a wet, deep kiss that sent her spinning. Her panty crotch had been pulled even deeper into her dripping pussy. The sparse blonde curls were stuck tightly against her cunt. Nat's hands eased down her sides, feeling the gentle curves, the flat, hard belly that made her body so easy to look at.
"Just stand there while I worship you." Nat got down on his knees so he could kiss her stomach. She had to hold to the bedpost for support.
"Ohhh ... Uhhhhh."
"These panties are glued to your pretty little pussy," he whispered excitedly. "I almost hate to take them off." His lips pressed against the curly pubes that were so thinly covered. Arleen groaned again and dug her nails into his scalp.
"Nat, Uncle Nat ... Ohhhhh!"
He was working his way down toward the spot where the silk was plastered wetly against her cunt. As he neared the musky, slick spot, he pushed her back onto the bed. She flopped weakly across the mattress and let him force her knees apart and up. She had her heels on the very edge now, toes fanned wide with excitement. Instead of starting to suck at her silk-covered cunt, Nat teased her by licking one toe and then the other.
Instead of tickling though, the gentle, sucking sensation excited her all the more. As Nat took one plump toe between his teeth and began gently to chew, Arleen squirmed her ass on the edge of the mattress and made gasping sounds deep in her throat. Waves of pure pleasure spread across her breasts and belly. The insides of her thighs were on fire. And her pussy! It glowed and pulsed. It was ruling her now! She wanted to do whatever made her pussy happy. She knew that her uncle wanted to do the same thing.
He was working on her other foot, giving her smallest toe a sucking she couldn't believe. With his lips pursed, he was sliding them up and down on the little nubbin and the slippery, dripping friction was driving her crazy. Then he licked between them, timing his caresses to the twists and turns her ass was making on the edge of the bed.
"Uhhh ... NHhuuhhh ... Ohhh, Nat. Ohhh, I can't stand it!"
"What do you want me to do?" He kept working a toe mercilessly.
"Kiss me ... kissssss me ... down there."
"Where darling."
"My pussy!"
The first touch of his lips against the stretched, soaked silk of her purple panties set her to groaning and squirming again. He was only grazing the throbbing swells of her cunt lips with his lips. He wouldn't wallow hard between them until he got her really going. She grabbed his head and tried to pull him against her, but he resisted.
"Nat ... Uhhh ... UHhhhhhh!"
"Aren't you the eager one?" he teased, letting her feel his tongue finally. He used it to go around the lacy edge of her panties. She was being licked where her skin was the tenderest, where her thigh joined her pussy. He was still not actually licking her feverish cunt.
Now Arleen had spread her knees as far as they'd go without urging. Her hip joints felt stretched and her thighs trembled as she kept humping her back to press her pussy up towards Nat's mouth. He only laughed and kept teasing her. Now he was occasionally letting his tongue drag slowly along her parted pussylips, pressing in against the silk that clung to the contour of her swollen clit. Those panties felt almost non-existent now, they were so wet. s
"Nat, ohhh, please ... don't make me wait!" She worked her ass around on the edge of the bed, grunting and begging for him to suck her dripping cunt. Then slowly he began to give her steamy pussy more of his attention. His tongue burrowed the nylon in deep. He sucked and worked his teeth into her juicy cunt. To her relief, Arleen felt her uncle trying to get a tongue under the lacy edge of her panty crotch. It didn't take him long. He used a finger to stretch the slender band to one side. She felt the silky material come loose from her throbbing cunt lips with a slick sound. She was exposed to him. He was looking right down into her hot, hungry pussy! His warm lips moved deep between her swelled pussylips, nursing, sucking, loving! She clung frantically to his head, her ass plunging instinctively.
"Yessssss! Uncle Nat ... Ohhhhh, yes!"
"Baby ... Baby! He sighed, working his face back and forth, working her feverish cunt to a sucky mess. Arleen was going mad with the thrills that attacked every part of her body. Even the licking she'd gotten in Nat's office hadn't been so good as this! Having her panties pulled to the side like that to make room for his mouth to fit over her blossomed pubes made the whole thing even better!
"Whhuuuhh ... whhhoooo," she gasped, her head tossing. Her breasts heaved frantically, the nipples bulged out with blood.
Uncle Nat had her clit now, had it with his lips. His teeth grazed it too and every few seconds she felt the hot flick of his tongue against the pearl-like head. Now she was still, her body tense, her back humped down into the bed so she could hold her parted lips up hard against his mouth.
"Like that, don't you, little sweetheart?" he kissed the side of her thigh and she felt the wet smear of her juices there.
"I'm going crazy, I like it so much!"
"I could eat you all day, but the more I think about that cherry of yours..."
A sudden pang of guilt and fear went through her. "Nat ... Ohhh, god, I'm dying for you to have me, but...."
"No last minute cold feet now."
"My feet definitely aren't cold," she laughed, thinking of how his mouth had felt doing that terrific toe job on her.
"I'll fix you," he said, getting his pants loose. She heard them drop and watched him get his legs loose. Then he crawled forward until he was very close to her. She wiggled her ass on the edge of the low bed. He took her fingers and curved them around something hot and hard and thick. It was the most exciting sensation to squeeze his cock and feel the blood rushing back into the spongy tissue. She let out a shivery sigh.
"You know where the that thing fits, don't you?"
"Ohhh, god ... Ohhhh, jesus christ in heaven!"
"It's big and it's heavy," he went on, kissing her tits as he spoke. "With you so young and all, and a virgin..."
"It'll be tight!" she whimpered. "Really tight."
"Yes and it will hurt. But you already knew that when you came over here today."
"I knew it."
"But you want it. You want that hot cock sliding into you."
"I want it," Arleen murmured, her eyes glazed with lust. She stroked her fingers up and down the rigid cock imagining her softness yielding to it.
"It will have to tear a place in your pussy to fit."
"Tear." she repeated, letting her fingers find Nat's balls.
"But it won't hurt long."
"Hurt."
"You'll like the hurt. You'll know that after the hurt comes the good part...."
"Yes, the good part."
"Now darling niece, I want you to put me on a rubber."
"Ohhh, god, Nat, I am scared." He crawled up on the bed so that he was on his hands and knees across her tits. Arleen didn't even have to get up. That heavy, throbbing cockmeat hung above her as Nat pushed the little foil package into her fingers. She tore it down the side and pulled out the delicate latex doughnut. There was a little .nipple of the thinnest rubber at the tip.
"So we won't make a baby," he said, seeing her finger it.
"Will you still feel me inside with this on."
"It's the thinnest money can buy. It'll be almost as good as the real thing."
"But not quite?"
Nat's cock surged, lifted slightly. "Honey, nothing is as good as the real thing. Maybe someday."
"But I want you touching me," she babbled, tossing the rubber to one side. "This time, when I lose my virginity, I want it to be real ... all real!"
Nat sighed. "I guess I could break through and then we could put the rubber on."
"Ohhh, yes ... at least like that."
"You're not afraid any more."
"I'm scared stiff," she murmured. "But I want you inside me before I just burn up lying here on the bed!"
Nat got down on the floor again and got into position between her parted thighs. He took time to kiss her lower belly and the undersides of her tits. Then he worked each nipple thoroughly until she was aware of the contracting movements of her pussy deep inside.
"Now?" he whispered against her ear.
"Now!" she gasped back, fingernails cutting down his shoulders.
He let her guide the bulging head of his prick between her stretched cunt lips. The minute she pressed his hot cockhead into her cunt she knew she was soaked with her juices. She worked it up and down her slit, whining as her body rose excitedly to have the lovely, hard thing.
"Your pussy is so pumped up, so ready!"
"You are too. Ohhh, god, I've never fucked in my life! I can hardly wait!"
Nat waited until she'd guided his prick up against her cherry and then pressed forward. Arleen began to bite her bottom lip, convinced that it would be a struggle, sure that her pussy was going to be ripped apart by the swollen prick that grew from her uncle's hairy body.
When Nat pushed forward the second time there was a tiny sting and she felt something yield suddenly. It was a wet, tearing sound and then her mouth flew open. She knew that her cunt was opening out, stretching around the plunging cock. She had been fucked! Her cherry was gone, as easy as that! It seemed so ridiculous, all the worrying she'd done over that silly little stretch of flesh. It had turned out to be nothing but a phantom.
"So easy," Nat breathed against her neck.
"Ohhhhh, it was, it was!" She laughed, plunging her ass. Her slickened cunt stretched down over the spearing cock with a wet sound.
"Does it hurt, darling?"
"Just a little. But ... but I'm starting to feel something else."
"Tell me about it."
"The way you're opening me up deep inside. I can feel ... feel things moving out of the way. Ohhh, god ... it's glorious!" she babbled, hugging his neck, kissing his shoulder.
"You're not as tight as I thought you'd be. You're just perfect. A man doesn't want it too tight. I can see that you're pussy is mature, ready for this and I've got a pretty big cock, too."
"It feels big! Ohhh, it's doing all kinds of things to me in there!" She gave a cough of excitement and closed her eyes. Her ass was making jerky circles there on the edge of the bed as her uncle rooted slowly into her seepy pussy. The juice that her body was flooding with dripped down onto the rug. Her cunt lips were pulled in around his cock shaft and then out again when Nat eased back. The slick, sucky friction was like nothing she'd ever experienced.
"I've been waiting so long ... so long for this."
"Me too." He found her mouth and kissed it gently at first, then harder. Her tongue flicked out to be sucked and Nat obliged. She moaned and clung to him as her ass worked with a rhythm all their own.
"Ohhh, I wish it wasn't all going so fast. I feel itchy and tingly and good, like I can't hold back much longer."
"You're so soft inside!" Nat breathed, letting his hands fit over her hipbones. Her ass jumped and danced against the mattress. She tried to stay still, tried to just enjoy the way they fit together. It was too tempting to rub those engorged, sensitive parts together. She loved the stab of her uncle's prick. She loved the in and out slide of him and the way that cockhead bulged when it was really deep.
"I ... I feel it coming. Ohh, Nat ... it's not lasting very long, damn it!" She wasn't really mad at all. The surging excitement of her body was the only thing she could concentrate on. The slurpy noise of their fucking added to her lust.
"Baby, I'd better cool down a little and slip that rubber on."
"Ohhh, Nat, I'm just a few seconds away! I'm gonna come ... Ohhh hold me!"
"Arleen, you beautiful bitch!" he gasped, kissing her neck like a wolf. Being called a bitch as her climax neared made every second that much more intense. Yes, she felt like a bitch, a bitch in heat getting fucked by a big, hard cock!
"Do it, harder there, like that! Ohh, Nat! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was almost screaming, her ass jumping up and down on the edge of the bed as Nat pushed forward, his knees sliding on the rug.
"Gotta pull out. Ohh, Arleen, we can't take the risk, honey."
"Just a second more. Ohhh, my darling Uncle!" she scraped her nails down his back, knowing she was bringing blood. Her pussy had suddenly grown very plump and swollen. Her cunt clasped his prick in a spongy grip as her body lurched convulsively. Then a bright glowing ball burst inside her, burst again and again and again in the heat between her white thighs. She cried and whimpered in utter ecstasy. She could feel her uncle trying to hold back, trying to stem the flood of his cum. Though she knew the danger, it seemed unimportant now. The itchy madness that ate at her was all she cared about. She wanted it to last forever and yet knew that if it lasted another five seconds she would lose her mind.
"Yuuuuhhh ... Nhhooooo ... Ghhhaaaaaa!" She bit his neck, wrapped her long legs around his body, and dug her heels into his ass.
"Gotta pull out, Arleen, honey. Let me out!"
"Nhhhoooo!" she babbled, working one heel hard against his ass-hole, the other up under his balls. She held him deep inside her like that as she thrust her ass around wildly. She ground out her pleasure locked in that animal embrace. Her lips were curled back from her teeth as she experienced all the passion she'd been starved for since puberty. She didn't think about the consequences. She had to experience this first, wonderful fuck to the last second.
"I'm coming, Arleen, you've got to...! "
"Uncle Nat, ohhh, I love you!" He jerked his cock free of her body, jerked it so suddenly that she gave a cry. Her pussy was closing and opening around emptiness now. She clawed at her uncle's back, trying to have him back. Then a stream of cum spit up along her belly, bathing the undersides of her tits with hot droplets.
"Ohhh ... Uhhh." She knew that her uncle was trying to get the rubber on. She grabbed his fingers, trying to help but the slippery crown of his prick was hard to grasp and the latex slid to one side as another fountain of jizz spattered across her nipples. She touched her tongue to something hot clinging to her upper lip. Another drippy stream slid down her cheek. Nat gasped and let the rubber fall from his fingers. Arleen knew that he was suffering. She grabbed his cock and began to massage it with steady, up and down movements. More hot cum flooded out, puddling in her navel and sticking between her fingers. The white stuff poured down in thick strings now as Nat's balls emptied.
"Ohh, Nat, you didn't get to do it inside me."
"I couldn't, sweetheart."
"I wouldn't've minded!" she cried. "I would want any baby we made!"
"That's a dangerous way to think, my pretty little niece." He smiled and watched her milk that last few droplets of cum from his cocktip.
"I can't help it ... I ... I love you, Nat." She let tears leak down her cheeks as she hugged him. Her cummy hands smeared across his back and she felt the hot cream oozing down her stomach. It was starting to get into her sparse, blonde pubic curls. What if it leaked down between her swollen pussy lips? What would it matter. If she really loved Nat, and she did, then it would be all the better to be pregnant by him. She remembered that he was married. Though she'd never felt animosity toward her aunt before, she felt it now.
"Damn her," she muttered.
"Damn who?" Nat asked.
"Nobody ... just nobody."
Nat was sitting on the edge of the bed watching her. She was watching the steady drip of his white cum into her cunt hair. He saw that she'd made no attempt to mop up the sticky mess, so he reached out a clean handkerchief.
"No," she said, pushing his hand away.
"Arleen, I hope you're not thinking what I think you might be."
Arleen got up quickly, looking at him with wild eyes. She stood there proud and upright. The cum was mingling down closer to her clit now. She took the edge of her hand and wiped it down over her tits and belly and them rubbed her cummy palm up between her raw and swollen cunt. Nat jumped forward, but not in time. Arleen rolled across the bed, working her palm back and forth and gasping with the excitement she felt from forcing her uncle's potent seed up into her pussy.
"You crazy chick!" He grabbed her wrist, but hot before she'd gotten three very cummy fingers up inside her bloody cunt. She laughed as he jerked them out.
"That's so you know how I feel about you," she said, surprised at her own outlandish behavior. She hadn't ever acted so unpredictable in her life. Was that what love made a person do?
"You'd better go take a douche."
"I never took one in my life," she breathed. "Remember I was a virgin until just a few seconds ago." Nat pushed her down on the bed and got his mouth down between her thighs. She was still giggling crazily as she felt him trying to lick up his sticky jizz. She knew and Nat did too that she'd managed to get some way up into her pussy. Just how much Arleen wouldn't find out until later.
"Oh, god," she murmured, realizing through the haze of her excitement just exactly what she'd done." Oh, my god, I must be out of my mind."
* * *
Later when Nat was kissing her goodbye at the front door, she put her lips close to his ear.
"Nat, I don't know what got into me."
"I do." he said, smiling grimly. "Some of my cum."
"I mean, I don't know why I got crazy and tried to make myself pregnant. I don't really want a bunch of trouble for us. I just ... I just love you," she whispered, dropping her eyes. He held her at arm's length.
"I understand, baby. I have a deep feeling for you."
"Is it love?"
"Sure it is. It's love." He frowned. "But there's Joan. You know how tangled my life is right now."
"I know." She started to go out the door. Nat stopped her.
"I'll see you at work tomorrow. There's a long letter I want to dictate to you about ten o'clock when the morning's work is taken care of." Though she felt heavy-hearted, Arleen couldn't help but smile up at him. Though she knew she had no future with Nat as far as finding a mate, she knew too that when he rang his buzzer tomorrow, she'd get wet panties just getting to the door of his office.
"See you tomorrow," she sighed, hugged him and hurried down the walk to her car.
CHAPTER SIX
Lorry had felt all afternoon that someone was following her. Once when she'd turned, she'd seen a shape pull back into an open store. She'd been trying to catch a glimpse of her shadow, waiting an extra few moments before crossing against a light, fooling around in front of Wilson's Department Store window until she might catch a glimpse of whoever it was. But it wasn't until she ducked into the dime store that she saw Donny Hawkins rubbernecking on the sidewalk, trying to discover where she'd disappeared to.
He glanced in the dime store but she hid behind a paperback rack until he'd hurried on. Then she became the shadow. She followed him to the park and when he seemed to have given up trying to find her again, she sneaked up behind him and pinched him hard on the ass.
"Looking for me?" she said, eyes slitted. Donny turned white, then red. He started to sputter and kept wiping his hands on his jeans.
"Lorry! I ... well ... I . ... "
"Didn't you cause me enough trouble some time back?" she spit. "What makes you think I want you following me all over town like some puppydog looking for his mistress?"
"I want to apologize," Donny blurted. He bit his Up, trying to find courage to continue. "I ... was pretty young."
Lorry had noticed that Donny had changed quite a bit since she'd last had her run-in with him. She'd played those sex games only to discover what a boy was all about. She hadn't meant him any harm. When Donny's parents had found out about it, they'd called it seduction. Lorry hadn't even known what the word meant. She'd learned quickly enough. The psychiatrist her folks had taken her to had called her "sexually unstable." Sexually unstable! That was the one thing she felt really stable about. As much as Donny had screwed up her life, she couldn't really feel animosity toward him though. In fact he was growing up into a really cute guy.
"How old are you now, Donny?" she asked.
"Fourteen," he said, reddening a little. It was as if the number had special meaning for him. Lorry could almost guess what that meaning amounted to. Donny gave her a look that was much different than he'd ever given her before. "I was just a kid back then," he continued. "I guess I kind of freaked out. Hell, I didn't know, anything. My parents are so fucked up about sex."
"So why are you telling me all this now?"
"I don't know. I guess I feel bad about everything. You getting in trouble and having to be gone for awhile."
"Who told you where I was gone to?" she challenged. As far as she knew, the rumor was that she had gone to stay with some relatives for awhile to straighten out her life. Nobody knew that she'd been at a sanitarium getting counseled by a shrink. She didn't think so anyway.
"The word got around," Donny said, looking down. "I didn't tell them though."
"So now everybody knows I'm a little crazy. Swell." Lorry tucked her t-shirt into her cut-off denims and started around the slender boy. "If that's all you want Donny, I'll be seeing you."
"Wait, Lorry," he grabbed her wrist. His sweaty fingers on her skin gave her a tingle. She let him hold her for a few moments before twisting away. It was funny how clearly she remembered that time she'd gotten Donny naked across his own bed and licked his balls. His little stiff cock had been so small inside her. She'd managed to squirm around on him until a fleeting tickle of ecstasy had trembled through her senses. Her first come with a man-her very first. Looking at the lanky youth now, she couldn't help feel a little nostalgia.
"Hurry up," she snapped, not wanting to let herself get soft over this troublemaker.
"It's about your brother. I know something you might be interested in."
"So? He's got a girl friend. And he fucks her, right? And he's keeping it a big secret around town. So what's new?" Lorry crossed her arms impatiently. "That's really no big thing, Donny. He's probably getting it from some cheerleader from Westville and doesn't want her brothers to find cut."
"He's doing it with someone right in this very town," Donny said, lowering his voice. "And she's no cheerleader." He leaned close to whisper. "She's married."
A pang of jealousy made Lorry frown at Donny. "My brother's doing it with a married woman?" She felt somehow inadequate now, knowing that she hadn't been able to turn her brother's head. He'd led her to believe he preferred the company of this other woman over her.
"I'm not really interested," Lorry lied, starting off down the path. Donny caught up to her by the swings. A few younger children were yelling and playing. Donny had her wrist again and this time she let him hold her.
"I want to ask you something else," he began, blushing again.
"Yes? I'm in a hurry so if you'll please....."
"I want to make love to you," he said, all in a gasp. He jerked his hand from his pocket and pushed a sweaty wad of bills into her hand. At first, Lorry didn't know what to do. She should have been mad. After her little set up with Ray and his so-called massage parlor, she wasn't so quick to feel embarrassment or shame at the offer of money for sex. She pretended not to pay any attention to the money but could see that it was over ten dollars. Then she saw the corner of a five and knew it was at least fifteen.
"After all that trouble you caused me..."
"I said I was sorry. I am too. Really sorry. I'd do anything for you, Lorry. I've been watching you for weeks. I really want to." He stopped, blushing. She enjoyed his embarrassment. After all, he deserved a little punishment, didn't he? Lorry stuffed the money into her shorts and grabbed Donny's hand. He grinned and pushed a brown lock of hair out of his eyes.
"Okay, come on, lover boy. We can use the girls' lavatory over here."
The small block building was shaded by a couple of big trees. At this time of day, the park wasn't being used too much so Lorry pulled Donny with her around back to the girls' room. She could see that no one was watching.
"Hurry up," she hissed, jerking him in behind her.
It was cool and pleasant in the restroom. The park man kept the restrooms sparkling clean so Lorry didn't find it an unappealing place to have sex. She'd even used the place a few times to finger fuck.
"What if somebody comes in," Donny breathed, the front of his pants already bulging with young, hot cock.
"We can use a stall." She pushed him inside one and closed and locked the steel door. He looked at her like he couldn't think of what to do next.
There wasn't much room between the inside of the door and the commode, but Lorry skinned down her cut-offs and panties together and hung them on the coat hook. Donny was still just standing there, his eyes big as he gazed at the small fluff of cunt hair that partly hid the beginning of her pussy. She was impatient to get it over with, not expecting to be excited much by the inexperienced kid. Her t-shirt was short enough so that he could see her tummy and navel. He touched the shallow depression like it was something holy.
"It's just my belly button," Lorry said, laughing. "You've got one, too."
"God, ohhh god, Lorry. I wish I'd known what was going on last time."
"We better hurry," she said, undoing his belt. His pants fell to the floor and she found his cock and worked it free of his underwear. It was not very thick, but longer than she'd expected. The exposed tip was glossy from being covered by his foreskin. Lorry had forgotten the fact that Donny was uncircumcised and it excited her to see the thick collar of flesh behind the darkened barb of his glans. She moved the skin up and down a few times, smiling when Donny's face went slack with excitement.
"Gimmee your rubber," she said.
"What?"
"You did bring a rubber."
"Oh, sure. I almost forgot. I found it in my brother's billfold." Donny dug the thing from his pocket and dropped it into Lorry's palm. It was a little worn from being carried around so long, but it seemed to be in one piece. She fit it over his hot cockhead and rolled it down quickly. She was starting to get a little nervous about doing it right there in the park restroom.
"You'd better get me a little wetter than I am right .now," she told him. Donny gave her a dumb look. "Kiss me, you idiot. Feel me up a little!" Donny looked abashed and took her in his arms. He kissed her gently on the lips, a little too gently. Lorry worked her head back and forth to open the kiss out. Then she got her tongue between his teeth like she'd learned from Ray. Donny groaned and pumped his cock in the clutch of her fingers. Lorry took his hand and guided it between her thighs.
"Mmmmm," she cooed as he began to search inside the silken cunt lips. Her hot little pussy swelled with fresh blood, letting a seepy trickle of juice wet Donny's fingers. At last the shy boy got his middle finger into her hole and she closed it down around his knuckle.
"Okay, I think I'm r-r-ready," she sighed, leaning back against the metal stall.
"You're too short. How can I get it in?"
"Lift me up," Lorry snapped back. "If you really want to do it, Donny."
"I want to all right!" he blurted, letting his hands slip under her firm, slim ass-cheeks. She almost giggled as she watched him straining but then her feet came off the floor and Donny was pressing her back hard against the stall as he held his cock up against her peeled cunt. It slid down over her clit and then into the little hollow that was the beginning of her pussy-hole. Lorry let her weight down a little then and her ass squeaked on the smooth metal as she felt her own weight skewering her upon the slender cockshaft.
"Uhhhhh," she sighed as the boy's throbbing
I cock penetrated deep into her body. She could feel the little bump where the rubber fit against his prick. Her sandals dangled a few inches from the floor and Lorry had to admit that she'd never been had in this position. It felt nice, sexy. Her juices were flowing freely now, making the in and out slide of Donny's cock feel very good.
"God, Lorry. Ohhhhh, you're so squirmy and nice!" He kissed her furiously on the neck as his ass bumped against her in a steady rhythm. Lorry let her hands slip around his back. Her t-shirt had been slid up by the steady movements of her young lover and now her tits rubbed against his chest. Donny had unbuttoned his shirt so this contact would be a part of things. Lorry was a little surprised at the youngster's planning. Maybe he was learning about sex. He sure seemed to know what he was doing now! Her throbbing pussy fit around him like a satiny sleeve, pulling at the hardness that reached so deeply into her cunt.
"Ohhh, Donny, that does feel good. Ohh, keep doing it like that!"
Donny held her waist as she squirmed her ass-cheeks against the cool metal of the stall. The fluids smacked slickly around her hole now as he rooted like a wild boar. With her full weight bearing down against the jutting angle of Donny's prick, her clit was being rubbed especially hard against his body. It was squashed out of its slick hood, caressed with even the slightest wiggle from her.
Lorry didn't know why she put her hand down between his thighs. She liked to experiment like she'd done at Ray's massage parlor that time. She liked to find out what caused a guy to act in different ways. When she surrounded his slippery balls with her fingers and squeezed, Donny gave a gasp and his pumping movements stopped. He was just barely moving now, as if he was afraid she might hurt him. Then she felt the throbbing lump up there inside him. She pushed upwards hard. Donny sounded like he was having a hard time breathing and his face was bright red.
"Huuuuhhhh ... Ghhhhuuhh!"
"Oh, wow," she sighed, feeling the change inside her. "You're cock is getting really big at the tip! Ohhhh, wowweeee!" She rocked her ass wildly, letting his rigid prick rub against the sides of her pussy.
"Lorry, let go, let go!"
"No, not yet. I want to fuck too! Can't a girl have fun?"
"Yeah ... but ... Uhhhggghhaaa!"
Lorry had worked her finger even harder against his exploding balls. Holding him in limbo like that, she'd speeded up her own gyrating movements. She was still pressed tightly against the stall, her feet dangling. Now she was squirming too, her heels clunking the metal divider, her ass squeaking louder than ever against the smooth surface. Now she could feel the rush of itchy excitement, that familiar madness that would take her into another world for a few short seconds.
"Uhhh ... Ohhh ... Yesss!"
"Lorreeeee!"
"Okay ... okay ... I'm coming toooo!" She let go his prostate and began to massage his balls with both hands. She was reaching around behind her own thighs so she had to stretch the sack out a little to get to it. The increased pressure seemed only to excite the wildly-plunging Donny to higher passion. He bit her neck until it hurt and fucked her viciously with his slender prick.
"Wwwwhhhaaa!" she shuddered, her slender body convulsing and twitching as the pleasure flooded her senses. She let her eyes close, watched spirals of color dance across her lids. Between her legs, the juices dripped freely now. The insides of her thighs were wet with sex butter. Donny was grabbing her waist so hard it hurt a little. She knew he was filling the rubber with hot cum.
That was when she heard a giggle and looked down to see a bright, curious face stuck under the stall. She recognized the intruder at once. It was her second cousin, Arlen Rogers, a year younger than Donny but three times the troublemaker. She tried to say something to Donny, but the passion had made her too weak to even mutter for him to stop. Anyway, she didn't want him to stop. She couldn't stand for him to stop! She wanted to feel that long, hard cock spearing and ramming and stretching her little pussy. It felt like nothing in the world! Even though Donny wasn't the best fuck she'd ever had, he was just fine. Was there any such thing as a bad fuck?
"Huuhh ... Nhhuu ... Ohhhh, Donny ... some ... body ... saw ... us!" But the face was gone. She let her head drop against Donny's shoulder as he finished her off with a few short, sharp fucks and staggered back. He let her down to the concrete floor and she wiggled off his prick, seeing how the rubber bagged with his jizz. That always made her a little short of breath. After all, she had only really tasted her brother's jizz. What did Donny's taste like? When he pulled the rubber off and knotted it, she grabbed it from his fingers before he could drop it in the commode.
"Somebody saw us?" he stammered, still wiped out from the surge of cum his cock had spurted out.
"I know who it is." She was jerking on her cut-off jeans, pulling down her t-shirt. The rubber went into her pocket for the time being.
"Hey, wait, Lorry!" She was already out of the stall, heading for the door. She caught sight of Arlen running toward the edge of the park. She knew that if she cut the corner and met him at the intersection of Maple and Post he wouldn't see her gaining until she broke out from behind the hedge that grew along that whole side of the park. She was still shaky from the wonderful fuck Donny had given her, but she put her head down and started running.
Sure enough when she broke out from behind the hedge, Arlen was just standing there, a smug look on his face. He turned to see her too late. She tackled him around the ankles and they both went sprawling.
"Aw, you damn tomboy!" he spit, trying to get up. She pinned his shoulders and squirmed her curvy body up on top of him.
"You'd better not tell anybody what you just saw." She gave him a jab with her fist. "What were you doing in the girls' restroom anyhow?"
"I saw you go in there with Donny. What's he doing in the girls' restroom?"
"Promise you won't tell."
"What's it worth to you?"
"Aden, I ought to...." She grabbed his balls tightly and started to squeeze.
"Damn it, Lorry, if you ruin me I'll tell everybody in town."
"Okay, what do you want from me?" She had a good idea, because the boy's face brightened suddenly.
"Can I have something ... like Donny was getting?"
Lorry looked into the boy's wide-spaced blue eyes. He had an upturned nose and was completely covered with freckles. He didn't really even look thirteen, but he was kind of cute.
"You're not big enough to do me any good."
"I'm as big as Donny. Almost." He pushed out his lip at her. "Well? If you want me not to....."
"You meet me at the swimming hole by the river tomorrow at noon."
"Yeah, sure." He was really grinning now. "Hey, Lorry, that's really great. I sure appreciate it." She let him up and dusted the grass from her legs.
"Oh, get out of here, you little squealer."
"I wouldn't've told really," he admitted. "I just wanted you to do the same kind of things to me you were doing to Donny."
"I wasn't doing anything to Donny. It was him doing me. Or didn't you notice?"
"I guess I'm kinda dumb about sex," he said, blushing. He got up and brushed the grass off his clothes too. "Hey, Lorry?" She cocked a hip and frowned at him.
"What now?"
"That was kind of fun when you tackled me and pinned me down." He gave her a shove and took off running. "Want to do it again?"
She watched him jog across the street and up the sidewalk. He looked disappointed when she didn't take up the pursuit. Lorry had seen a familiar car turn the corner of the block. It rolled up beside her and the door opened. Ray waved and leaned across.
"Hey, Lorry, I've been looking for you, baby." She pouted, pretending disinterest. "Hi, Ray. What's new?"
"What's new is that I've got a deal you won't turn down." He slapped the seat. "Hop in. I'll buy you lunch."
Lorry shrugged and slid in beside the guy who had first introduced her to some of the finer points of sex. He pulled away, his hair blowing over his collar as he gave her an obviously lustful look.
"You know, you are one fine little piece of ass. I should take you away with me to Mexico and we could live in sin for the rest of our lives."
"Who says I want to go with you?" she shot back. Lorry was learning how to give and take with men. She knew that Ray expected a little of that anyway. He grinned and winked.
"Well, I'll stop and buy us a six-pack anyway. Then I'll run you over to my place and we can tip a few and I'll let you sit on my face."
"Oh, Ray, you're awful!"
"I'll tell you about this deal I've got planned too," he continued.
"No more massage stuff!" she said, frowning. "That was awful ... all those weird guys."
"Naw, this is a whole new ballgame, sweetie." He reached over to squeeze her bare thigh.
When he stopped at the liquor store, Lorry waited until he'd gone inside. Then she pulled out the rubber Donny had used on her and held it up to the sunlight. The thick cum moved inside the ultra-thin bag of latex. It was still warm and the heavy feel of it in her palm made Lorry hot all over again. She glanced around to make sure no one might happen to be watching. Then she popped the rubber into her mouth, closed her lips around the knot and began to bite it hard. The condom tore easily and she felt the cozy stuff puddling on her tongue. She took the knot and pulled the ruined rubber through her closed lips, forcing its contents out of the tear she'd made.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she breathed, smacking her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she tasted the hot seed. It was different from her brother's cum. A little saltier maybe and not quite so heavy. She licked the excess from the corners of her lips and tossed the broken rubber out the window. Ray came out with a six-pack and handed her a beer. Smiling, Lorry washed the cummy taste from her mouth and licked foam from her upper lip. She was pleased at how nicely beer went with cum.
Only then did she remember that in all the excitement, she'd forgotten to find out Donny's big secret about her brother. She would have to find him later and dig out the information. After all, she had gone through with her part. She patted the folded bills in her pocket and wondered how much Ray was going to offer her to do something naughty. She was really starting to put away a little cash, something to buy some new things with. Maybe she should hold out for a big raise if Ray was so hot on this new idea of his.
"You know my price has gone up since we last got together," she told him matter-of-factly.
"That's okay, baby, cause this little gig I've got planned for you this time will make you the richest sixteen-year-old in town."
Lorry sipped her beer again, still getting a musky combination of male seed and fermented hops. She felt free as the breeze. Already she was looking forward to sitting on Ray's face. She wondered top, just exactly what his cum tasted like.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Arleen called in sick the next morning. She knew that Uncle Nat would think the obvious, think that she was all torn up about what had happened. And in a way, she was. She had to have time to work things out a little, to find where she 'stood. She wasn't used to engaging in illicit sex. If this little affair with her uncle wasn't illicit, then nothing was. It was incest and adultery all rolled into one. She had a quick breakfast and went back to her room. Lorry had been in and out all week and seemed to have something interesting going. Though Arleen was a little suspicious of her young sister's activities, she really couldn't be bothered with that now.
She took a shower and powdered and perfumed herself and started to get dressed. She felt so sexy. As upset as she was about the things she'd engaged in with her Uncle Nat, she was still in a state of high arousal. She just couldn't get sex out of her thoughts, guilty as she felt. She didn't even bother to put on panties, but threw her silken dressing gown on and tied it in front. Then she lounged on her bed, thinking about Nat and how he'd made sweet love to her.
She didn't realize that her brother was around until she heard someone tap on the door. Rawley spoke her name. He sounded funny. She told him to come in, and then she knew why he'd sounded strange through the door. He was half totalled on booze at ten in the morning.
"Aren't you working today?" she asked, pulling the front of her gown closed around her tits.
"I'm about to give up that lousy job," Rawley said, pulling a chair up to straddle. He had a glass of amber fluid in his hand that was obviously not water. Arleen gave his bare chest a quick, admiring look. Rawley was a good-looking guy and knew it. He'd never had trouble with the opposite sex like she had.
"You must have another source of cash then," she said, feeling uncomfortable for some reason. Her brother's look? Yes, he was staring at her, wasn't he?
"God, sis, if only I could tell you what a set up I've got." He shook his head and sipped from his glass. He looked a little wiped out. When he looked up again she saw for sure that he'd given her legs long consideration.
"Well, tell me," she laughed, somewhat curious. Mostly, she was just keeping the conversation flowing until she could ease her brother out of her room. She was really getting his vibes now and they scared her. "Why do you keep staring at me?"
"I can smell you. I always wondered how come that dud Howell never appreciated you. He must really be out of it."
"Howell," she laughed. "Yes, you're right about that. I hope I never see him again."
"But don't you get a little horny sometimes?" Rawley smiled. His eyes were actually parting the front of her dressing gown! She could almost feel his pupils rolling over each nipple in turn. Then she noticed that he could see the little bumps in the silk. She cleared her throat and changed her position on the bed. Now he could see the long curve of one thigh. He rubbed his cock unconsciously and drank more booze. Arleen felt her pussy become suddenly moist. She wanted to escape from the heavy presence of her brother. He was suddenly a stranger, a stud on the make. It seemed that she was his next target, but that was silly. She was letting her guilt-ridden imagination run away with her.
"Well?" he insisted, "Don't you?"
"Beg your pardon?"
"Get horny?"
"Sure, everybody does, I guess." She blushed.
She sat up on the edge of the bed and placed both feet squarely on the floor. But the slide of her thighs together, the slip of her juicy cunt lips had made her shiver. She hugged herself and looked around aimlessly. Rawley put his glass down and stood up. He towered over her, his eyes hot. She was afraid to meet his glance. "I get horny, too."
"Why don't you tell me about this ... deal ... you've fallen into. You hinted that you had another source of income."
"I want to talk about something else right now," he said, weaving a little. "What?"
"Arleen, do you believe it's wrong for people who are related to ... well, to engage in sex?"
"Wow, you really are drunk." She got up but found herself standing too close to her brother's hot body. He wouldn't step back, wouldn't let her around him. Her mind reeled with the word. Incest. She could see her uncle bending over her, his thick cock dripping cum onto her belly as her pussy convulsed hungrily.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked, grabbing her wrists. She tried to twist free of his grasp but couldn't begin to. She gave a whimper and collapsed on the bed, Rawley falling on top of her.
"Rawley, you'd better get out of here, damn it!" He was moaning, kissing her neck passionately. The way her hands were pinned to the mattress excited her more than she dared to admit. What could be sexy about being held down? But it was! It really was! Her pussy was pouring out juice as the muscled, hot body of her brother squirmed against her soft body. He had already wriggled his way between her thighs. The front of her gown fell open then and their bellies smoothed together.
"OHhhh, Rawley ... stop ... stop!"
"It'll feel good. I know how you feel. I did too, I mean, I was a little freaked out the first time Lorry. ... " He stopped, but his lip.
"Lorry! You mean you and Lorry have been. ... " She shuddered, trying to squirm away from him again. His pants were loose on his hips now and he was sliding them down with one hand while he pinned her two wrists with the other. She began to whimper. Something hot and thick flapped against her bare thigh. Her brother meant to fuck her! Fuck her right there in her room on her bed while their parents were gone.
"Rawley, for god's sake, don't you realize how wrong you are? Just because you're drunk, you've lost all sense of decency."
"Just kiss me," he groaned, trying to capture her mouth with his. She tossed her head, trying to keep him from doing what he wanted. Then he was sucking noisily at her neck and-ear. She felt her body tremble and weaken under the sexual attack. She couldn't control her animal instincts. Everything inside her seemed to say enjoy! Yes, it felt good to have a man's mouth on her body. But this wasn't just any man.....
"Rawley, ohhh, Rawley!"
"You taste like a princess. God, I never really realized how much I've always dug you."
"You're going to break my glasses, Rawley!" Her brother grabbed them from her face and tossed them onto the bedside table. Then he kissed her mouth before she could stop him. She tried to bite him at first, but he only laughed and kept kissing.
Then she knew that his free hand was doing something else. It took the fight out of her, splintered her will to resist, because those fingers were prying open her drippy cunt. She felt him claw her clit roughly and her ass bucked. Then he pushed his middle finger deep into her pussy. Her ass danced now, twisting and wriggling as the probing pressure made her cunt convulse tightly.
"Yuuhhhhhh ... ohhhh, Rawley!"
"Arleen, ohhhh, you're something else!" He was kissing down over her tits. Arleen made a last fight to free herself from the sinful hands of her brother. She knew that if he got his lips around her nipples, she'd be a goner.
"Don't! Rawley, stop!" She got her hand out from under his grasp and hit at him. He captured it again and opened his mouth sexily around one bulging nubbin. It rose from the soft areola as his tongue swathed its surface with spit. It felt like her tit was being eaten right off of her chest! She bucked and cried but her brother's teeth chewed the delicate orb, his tongue danced across the swollen nipple. She collapsed back on the bed, her pussy flooding fresh butter onto his fingers.
"Nuuhhh ... Ohhhhhhh ... Ohhhh, goddamn!"
"Yes, baby. Yes ... you want it ... You're as horny as I am!"
"Nhhooo ... Rawley ... Ohhhh!"
Her gown was thrown back now to completely expose her lithe, curvy body. The blonde patch of curls at her cunt was a mass of wet curlicues as Rawley worked his fingers back and forth in her slippery pussylips. Her belly heaved with the hot excitement. She knew that only a miracle could save her now from incest with her brother.
"I know your pussy is going to be wonderful," he gasped, wiggling his shorts down over his ass. She beat against his back with her fists but she was so weak that her resistance was laughable. Rawley ignored it. He forced her trembling thighs open with his knees and held his cocktip up against the underside of her cunt. The surfaces parted more and his feverish prick edged into the glossy wet heat.
The pressure of something, something she knew wasn't just a finger or a thumb made Arleen give a shuddering cry. She wiggled her ass furiously as if to free herself of that dangerous thing that was sliding down her crack, sliding toward the hollow of newly broken cunt flesh. She had barely lost her virginity and now her own brother was going to fit his prick into her pussy!
"Stop ... Ohhhh, Rawley!" She clutched his ass-cheeks as his cocktip fit against the torn edges of her now useless hymen. She knew she was helpless. The minute her brother wanted to do it to her he only had to move. In the next moment, he did that very thing. His ass lurched forward suddenly, brutally. There was a squishy, sucky sound, and Arleen's mouth flew open with the beginning of a scream. She made a tiny, strangled gasp instead as Rawley's swollen cock plunged six inches into her pussy.
"Nhhhoooo," she whimpered, letting her body go limp.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Oh, yeah!" Rawley drew his cock back and plunged again. This time he went to the hilt and the opening of her cunt was stretched open by the very tip of his prick. Her breath locked in her lungs, Arleen clutched her brother's back and lurched convulsively on the mattress. She had lost all control. The itchy goodness that was building around her clit sent her other messages. None of them said stop.
"Uhhh ... ohhhhhh ... shit!"
"Yeah Arleen ... we're gonna fuck until we're both crazy!"
"I'm already crazy ... you're making me crazy!"
She clutched him like a tigress now, her teeth bared. Her nails raked blood from his shoulders as she fucked back with furious power. Her soft ass raged in a squirming fury under him. For a moment, Rawley seemed stunned at her unleashed lust. He caught her face in his hands then and kissed her hard on the mouth. Arleen moaned through her nostrils as their tongues tangled and fought. All the time, she could feel his hard, thick cock fucking and ramming her.
"Ohhh, do it to me, damn it! I want everything! Every last inch of you!" She dug her nails into the meat of his ass and plunged her pussy up and down against the storm of his cock.
"God, this is fantastic!" Rawley gasped, burrowing in her neck, licking her hot tits again. She caught his face and forced it down over a tit. He sucked the nipple and gnawed on it until she made growling sounds in her throat.
"I'd better stop," he gasped.
"No, don't stop ... ever!" She rammed a finger against his ass-hole and he squirmed and moaned as his cock went to the hilt again. She worked the finger inside his shitter, to keep him where she wanted. She was going to be fucked good and proper. She couldn't think of anything else now. Then her finger slipped deeper into her brother's ass-hole, deep enough to touch the lump of raw power that controlled his orgasm. She dug a sharp nail against the sensitive spot and Rawley trembled like a baby in her embrace.
"Arleeeeeen!" He jerked and twisted but she kept plunging her finger in his ass, working the lump cruelly. Rawley made a choking sound. His mouth lay slack against one of her nipples. She cupped the tit up to him and made him suck some more.
"Fuck me ... Ohhhhh, fuck me!" Her finger stroked the bulging bomb of his prostate and Rawley began to work at her like a gorilla again.
"Baby ... baby ... Ohhhh, Arleen ... this is fantastic!" He kissed her sloppily and put his cocktip against her womb. "You're keeping me back ... I can just keep fucking you all day as long as you ... wow ... ohhhhh, that feels like lightning going up my ass!"
"Rawley, ohhhhh, you're so hard! I can feel you all the way through my belly!"
"It's hot inside you. like a fever around my prick. And soft, so damned soft!"
He fucked her slowly, taking time to tease her pussylips before going deep again. Sometimes she dipped her pelvis so that he would slide up over her clit before immersing his cock into her cunt again. All the while she kept a firm, rubbing motion against his prostate. It pulsed like it could go off at any second. When the throbbing rhythm became too insistent, she just dug her nail deeper and held him at bay.
Suddenly as her brother was sucking her nipple almost into his throat, Arleen knew she was going to come. She was going to come quick! Her belly sucked in under her rib cage and her ass danced wildly on the bed. She felt the big muscles inside her tightening around Rawley's rigid prick. It was nursing, sucking at his cock like it wanted every drop of seed his balls had. Even in her lusty passion, Arleen knew that she couldn't let that happen. She managed to hold her finger tightly in place against that taut gland up in his guts as she ground her pussy to an erotic focus of ecstasy.
"Yuuhh ... Whhuuuhhh ... OOOoowwww!" she screamed almost rolling him over with the frenzy of her climax. Then when she'd managed to pull her still-hungry cunt from his cock, she let her finger slither from his guts. Rawley wasted no time rolling her over onto her belly and tossing her thighs wide.
"Okay, sis, two can play the ass-hole game." She felt a droplet of seed ooze from the tip of his cock onto one cheek of her ass. He was already coming. He pressed the pussy-slick head of his cock against her ass-hole and lunged.
This time when her mouth came open, Arleen screamed. It was a quavering, animal scream as her ass was penetrated to the hilt. She felt her brother's hips bump her ass-cheeks as he rooted his cock into the heat of her velvety ass. Her shitter was so tight around the hilt of his prick that she could feel every throbbing spurt of cum as it gushed from his balls."
"Oh, Rawley ... Ohhhh, god!" She was still coming, the fresh penetration of her ass-hole exciting her to new ecstasy. She flopped and wriggled like a stuck fish under her brother's powerful body.
Then they were just breathing hard, weak and tangled and dripping from every orifice. She turned weakly to look into Rawley's smiling face.
"Well, we really sinned this time, Arleen."
"Don't joke about it."
"I was just proving to you that it's all in your mind. You enjoyed it every bit as much as I did."
She put her face in her hands. "Oh, god, Rawley. I don't know what to think about anything any more."
"I know that I want to do this again."
"Rawley ... stop it. We can't even consider it."
"I want to do it again tonight. When we have even more time to experiment." He let his finger trace the curve of her lips and she knew he was thinking of putting his prick into that hole too.
"Sometimes I think I'm losing my mind."
"If this is being crazy, I like it." Her brother took her in his arms and kissed her gingerly on the earlobe. She tried to resist, but it seemed silly now. She let her arms glide around his body and nuzzled in his neck as her nipples brushed his hairy chest.
"Ohhh, that feels soooo good."
"Tonight then?" he whispered.
"I ... I . ... "
"Tonight?"
"Yes." She let him have her tongue to suck. "Ohhmmmmnnhuuuyesss!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I don't know, Ray. I mean, this is really sounding like the kind of thing you can get in trouble for. I'm not a hooker."
"It ain't hookin', baby. I've got it all set up. This guy didn't say anything about sex either."
"But with that kind of money involved, you know he wants more than just a rubdown." Lorry got up and pranced across the bedroom. She pulled another can of beer from the six-pack and popped the top. The only piece of clothing she had on was a teensy, silken bra edged with lace. Ray had just given it to her as a special gift. It was her favorite color, pale purple, and the lace around the edges made it very sexy to have on. She sipped the beer and ran a finger down between the swollen lips of her pussy. Ray sure did know how to eat her! He'd meant it about that face-sitting stuff. She'd never done anything like that in her life and it'd been really wild. The insides of her thighs were smeared with his saliva. When she glanced at him lying naked on the bed, she saw that his face was glossy with her juices, too.
"We're talking about one-hundred dollars, honey," Ray said, taking the beer from her hand, sipping and handing it back.
"But what if he wants to ... you know ... fuck me?"
"I guess I'll leave that up to you. I'll have his hundred bucks." Ray took his limp cock and pulled back the foreskin. It began to swell with blood. He gave Lorry a look that made her tingle.
"Yeah, I forgot to ask. How much of the money do I get?"
"I didn't do you wrong last time, did I? You can't say old Ray isn't generous." He pushed a lock of brown hair out of his eyes. God, he was good-looking, Lorry thought. She had really enjoyed a handsome guy like Ray eating her hot little cunt out. She caught herself looking at his cock. It was really getting big now. She wondered what was running through Ray's mind. She gave him a knowing grin and pulled her forefinger slowly through her swollen cunt lips. It sunk into her cunt and there was a wet sound as she dragged it free of the suction. Then she swayed over to him and pushed the glistening finger under his nose.
"Jesus Christ, Lorry, you do that to this guy I've got lined up and he'll come across with two hundred!" Ray shook his head. "Where'd you come by all these moves anyhow? You're only sixteen."
"I don't know," she shrugged. "Maybe I watch too many movies."
"They wouldn't let you into movies that show stuff like you do."
"Well then it's instinct I guess." She put her hands on her hips and cocked one leg. "You still didn't answer my question. How much of the hundred do I get?"
"How about fifty-fifty?"
"How about seventy-five for me?" She picked up her panties. "Or I don't play your silly game."
"Okay, okay," Ray said, getting up. His cock jutted up from his crotch now. Lorry thought it looked like something that King Kong might carry around with him. Suddenly she was thinking of the creamy stuff that could spurt out of something so plump and ripe-looking.
"When is this deal supposed to take place?" she asked.
"Tomorrow at the Palamino Motel out on the highway."
"And you're sure he's not some nut?"
"He's a respected man in the community," Ray laughed. "That's why he's paying plenty. He expects us to be discreet."
"Yeah, well I kinda expect him to be discreet, too. I'm in enough hot water lately without having some older guy spreading stories." Lorry frowned, took a big gulp from her beer. "In fact, I wish there was some way I could disguise myself. Things have been snow-balling for me lately. I'm afraid that one more hassle would really get me screwed."
"I could get that nice dark wig for you. You know, the one with the braids."
"Yeah. I like that one. Never got a chance to wear it for a customer."
"You let those Johns get to you."
"I didn't like them. They were all hung up. You sure this guy isn't hung up?"
"Nope. He's just an older man who wants a little teenage pussy. The really fine, young stuff. like you."
Lorry sighed. She was getting hot just watching Ray play with his cock. He was massaging the foreskin up and down the shaft. She wondered how he would taste spurting into her mouth. Lately she couldn't get her mind off jizm. It had such a funny, sharp taste. She thought of herself as learning to be an expert when it came to cum. Ray's balls hung loose and heavy in their sack. She just knew that there had to be loads of cum in them.
"Ray?" she said, coming over to him and getting down on her knees. She stared with hungry eyes at his engorged cocktip.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
"Would you mind if I suck your cock?"
For answer, Ray took his hands away from himself and lay back on the bed. Breathing fast now, Lorry took the lovely hard prick in her small fingers and worked the foreskin back a little. Then she lightly petted the exposed portion of his glans with her tongue tip. Ray moved his ass and sucked in deep breaths while she wetted him down. The head swelled free of the protective skin now and she pursed her plump mouth and pushed it down over the bulge. Then she rocked slowly on her knees. With a sucking wet sound the prickhead went to the roof of her mouth and skittered along until it bumped her tonsils.
"Jeeeezzzzusss!" Ray gasped.
"Mmmmmmnnhhuuuuhh!" Lorry sighed through her nose. Her tongue flicked and danced along the sensitive underside of his prick. She nursed strongly at the little tube, caressing each bulging lump. She could take his cock pretty deep, almost past her tonsils. She set her mind to keep from gagging and tried to actually swallow a little bit of his cock. The angle of her head was wrong and she had to cough. The next time she lifted her chin so that her mouth cavity lined up with her throat. Ray moved onto his side to help her and seemed overjoyed at what she was trying to accomplish.
"You're the finest, baby. You are really the finest!"
"Ghhllluuhhh," Lorry mumbled, trying to smile as she held his prick with both hands and began to ease her mouth down. She felt her throat penetrated and then the cockhead was going right down her throat. She fought to keep from retching until tears poured from her eyes. After the first few moments of agony, she didn't even feel the urge to any more. Ray was about to flip out. He rocked his ass gently, knowing that if he did it too-hard, she'd gag. With the silky root of her tongue, Lorry massaged the underside of his cock and swallowed convulsively, her throat squeezing around the feverish glans.
Ray made a sound of helpless joy and she felt his hot cum going down her throat in strings. She didn't want to swallow his jizz without tasting it. She pulled her head back so that her tongue hugged his glans, nursing the hot curds out so she could savor them. The flavor was wonderful! It was hot and spicy like Ray had been eating especially rich food. She nursed powerfully, her cheeks sucked in against him as he pumped his prick in and out of her lips.
Now the stuff was really making fountains inside her mouth. She'd never sucked a guy who came so strongly and had so much to give. She kept swallowing and gasping for breath until she wondered how those two balls could possibly store so much cum. Of course, she knew that some of the cock juice came from other places too. But really, this was too much!
"Lorry, goddamn ... good ... sooooo good, baby ... suck it! Suck my cock!"
"MMMmmmmmgghuuuh!"
Lorry's hands fluttered around his ballsack as she felt her mouth fill to overflowing. She tried to swallow but it went up her nose and she coughed, spattering hot cum from both nostrils. Now it was streaming down her upper lip, streaming from the corners of her mouth and hanging in strings from her chin.
Ray eased his cock from her mouth and knelt above her while he worked the taut skin. What was left inside him spurted and dribbled down over her tits and belly and then he was laughing and smearing it around over her skin. Lorry picked up the spirit quickly and started smearing the cum over his chest too until they fell together across the bed again.
"Ooohh, it smells pretty wild in here."
"Sure does. But I guess we should really think about getting down to business. I'll call this guy up and tell him it's all fixed." Lorry sighed, giving him a hard look.
"You kind of took me for granted, didn't you?" she pouted.
"I know you baby. You like sex and money." Ray sucked a tooth. "In that order."
* * *
Ray fronted her enough money so she could get herself a new outfit. She spent all the rest of that day getting prepared for her first venture with an older man. She did her fingernails and toenails and got her ensemble all planned out. She was wearing a short, white dress that seemed both restrained and sexy at the same time. It was Ray's idea but she liked the way the silky fabric clung to her youthful body. He let her wear her little purple bra and matching panties. They were both just purple patches of silk. At last she had it together. Lorry was a little shocked by her image. She knew she'd never looked more innocent, or seductive.
The afternoon she was supposed to arrive at the Palamino, Ray took extra time fitting the black, braided wig He said he didn't want it to come off. Neither did Lorry, she didn't want her identity known. The time arrived and Ray hustled her into his car and across town.
"I'm nervous," she told him when he pulled up by the motel. "What if the clerk sees me going up to that room? He might think I'm some burglar or something."
"It's all arranged, baby. You're expected." Ray patted her knee. "Don't forget to act innocent at first. I think this john, I mean, guy is expecting a near-virgin."
"Oh, wow, a virgin I'm not."
"You come on like one though," Ray assured her, caressing her cheek. "And you know, baby, I can really dig that."
"Ray? Do you like me a lot?"
"A whole lot, sweetmeat."
"Then why do you let me go mess around with a stranger?"
"Economics, Lorry, darling. You're too young to understand."
Then Lorry was walking up to the closed door of unit fifteen. She had on a pair of shades and her long, dark braids hung over the fronts of her white dress. She hoped that damned wig wouldn't come off and expose her light-brown hair underneath. The door opened abruptly before she could even lay a hand on the knob. It was kinda dark inside.
"Come in." the voice said. When she turned to face her host, she almost came unglued. It was her Uncle Nat! He smiled right at her, obviously fooled by her wig and make-up. Nat didn't come around that much anyway. She hadn't seen him in almost a year. A thousand crazy thoughts whirled through her mind. Arleen was working for Nat now. If he discovered what was going on, she didn't know what the final outcome might be. Nat would probably spank her first off, and that little possibility made Lorry shiver with unexplained excitement.
"Hello," she breathed. Nat fixed her a drink and when she tasted it, she knew he'd made allowances for her age. She could hardly find the whisky amidst the water and ice.
"You're everything I hoped for," Nat said. He was obviously feeling good. "Maybe even more."
Lorry was in a stew. Should she get the hell out of there and let Ray make up some excuse? Or should she stay? She was looking at the front of Nat's slacks. He had one terrific hard-on. And it was all for her! She put her purse on the bed and caught a glimpse of herself in the big mirror above the dresser. Her drink tinkled as she moved. Nat's eyes were on her. Her very own uncle was watching her like he wanted to throw her down across the bed right then and plow her hot little cunt with his prick. It made her giddy with a lust that was fresh and different. What would it be like to have Uncle Nat kissing and hugging her, crushing her down into the bed as he pressed his cock between her pussylips? Though she felt some misgivings, Lorry couldn't let this opportunity slip away. For, more than anything, she was a sensualist. She craved all the facets of bodily delight. This good-looking relative seemed like just the man to broaden her experience.
"I guess Ray told you that I'm not a professional," she said, surprised at how cool she was becoming.
"Yes, I didn't want anyone like that. I wanted..."
"A virgin," she said, sipping her drink. "Well, I'm not that either. I'm sorry, but it just got lost somewhere along the way." They both laughed. She could see that her uncle was pleased at her matter-of-fact manner. She wrinkled up her freckled nose. Her uncle took a deep breath as she kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned the front of her dress enough to show off her little bra. Her tits could clearly be seen through the transparent silk that passed for cups. Nat put his drink down and stripped off his shirt.
"God, Jesus," he muttered, coming over to her.
"Do you like titties like mine?" she simpered, holding her dress open. The last few buttons popped loose by themselves and the garment parted like a robe. Ray had picked it out for that very reason. With a groan, Nat pushed the white material back from her shoulders and started kissing the hollow of her neck. His hands trembled as he searched down the inward curve of her "waist and out over the gentle swell of her hips. He touched the little waist string and hesitated.
Lorry was torn up by the way her uncle's mouth felt on her. She was intensely aware of the fact that he was a close relative. It excited her, too, that he didn't have the foggiest notion who she was.
"You like my body?"
"Christ, do I like to breathe? Do I like to eat?"
Lorry giggled at his answer. She let her small hands slide up his chest and caress the muscled bulge of his chest. He was a man all right, a man who seemed to know how to take care of someone like her. Lorry smiled, wondering what poor shy Arleen would think if she could see them now. Arleen had probably gotten a few ideas about Uncle Nat too, working in his office and all. How could a girl help but think about sex with Nat? He was really a sexy guy, even if he was over forty.
"You're lovely ... lovely!" His fingers were petting the outside of her crotch band. The silk nestled against her damp flesh. Nat rubbed under her pussy, pushing it open so that the material was pinched in the soft, wet heat.
"Ohhhhh!" She cuddled against him like an affectionate kitten.
"I don't know your name yet," he whispered.
"Teresa," she blurted, flushing from the lie she had to tell. She wondered if her uncle could tell that her voice had trembled when she'd spoken.
"I want every inch of you ... but slowly. I want to remember this."
"Mmmmmmnnhhuuh!" she sighed. Her uncle really knew how to use his hands. He was so teasing, so gentle. He didn't just grab a handful of flesh and start squeezing. He could make a girl want it so bad she was whimpering.
"Touch me," he whispered. Acting shy, Teresa got his fly down and then found that he was wearing no skivvies at all. That was fine with her because she already had her fingers around that luscious big prick. As she worked the hard flesh in her grip, it filled with even more blood and became completely rigid. She pulled it loose and began to jack him slowly as he continued to feel her body.
"Ohhhh ... I'm really enjoying this," she gasped. What was Nat doing? He had her wrist and was holding up the little silver bracelet she'd forgot to slip off. It was an I.D. bracelet with her name and birtlidate engraved in the silver. Lorry pretended to be after his cock again but he held the hand up so he could read the name. Then Nat's face changed and he stared at her.
"Oh, god, you're Lorry? Arleen's sister?"
"Wait ... Uncle Nat." He was grabbing for his shirt. She came behind him, her white dress flowing out behind her, revealing her flat tummy and youthful thighs.
"It's bad enough that I've seduced Arleen ... but this! This is too much."
This sudden revelation about her older sis made Lorry envious. All along she'd assumed that poor little Arleen wasn't cool enough to have any fun with men. It looked like Arleen would have the last laugh, unless Lorry could turn the tables before her uncle flew the coop. She knew more than ever that she wasn't concerned with anything but making it with him. That he was a relative only made it better.
"Nat ... I don't care." She grabbed his shirt tail. All she could think of was the wonderful way his cock had felt in her fingers. She could imagine it slipping against her bottom lip, could imagine petting it with her tongue until Nat would groan and push it into her throat. like Ray had done! She wanted her uncle to do all these naughty things to her. Who would know? Who would care? Why was he so bothered if he'd already fucked Arleen. Wasn't she his niece too?
"Lorry ... god ... you're only sixteen. I'm over forty." He started to reach for his coat but Lorry grabbed his hand and pushed it down between her thighs. She rocked her slim hips as she forced one of his fingers under the edge of her panty crotch. She knew he was watching her expression as his touch slid along her silky cleft and then sunk into her cunt. She bit her lip and worked her pussy up and down, finger fucking herself with her uncle's finger.
"Yuhhhhhhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... now ... smell ... me!" She pushed his hand up to his face. Nat was breathing hard, his eyes confused. Then he sniffed his glossy finger and she knew he was weakening fast.
"Wouldn't you love to put your cock inside my pussy?"
"Lorry ... goddamn it!"
"Wouldn't you like to feel how tight and hot I am?" She licked her lips provocatively. "I know how to do it good, Uncle Nat. I'd make my pussy love your cock until it spurted."
"Stop it, Lorry! Where did you learn to talk like that?"
"And I want to suck you," she kept on, her eyes bright with hunger. "I want to swallow your cum all the way."
"Lorry!"
She fell to her knees before him. His pants weren't hard to unfasten or to jerk down. Then she had her lips around the head of his cock, nibbling and suckling at the taut sensitive flesh. He trembled and backed against the wall. Lorry kept after him, crawling on her knees until he was trapped in the corner. His cock was still in her mouth. She made noisy, licking sounds as the saliva dripped from her chin. She was pushing forward and back, taking a little more of the cock head into her throat each time. At that angle, it was impossible to give him a throat job. Uncle Nat thumped his fists against the wall in frustrated surrender.
"Mmmmmmnnuuhhh," she moaned, nostrils flared with pleasure. She loved the shaft of his cock against her tongue and cheeks. She ran her tongue along the underside, flicking the cock tip every time she pulled her mouth back.
"No!" Nat shouted and pushed her away. He pulled his pants back on and, grabbing his jacket, headed for the door again. Lorry knew that she had only one chance to keep him now. She couldn't hope to force him by using physical strength. But she could play her last card, dangle her last tempting prize.
She flung herself on the bed and pulled the crotch band of her panties to one side so that her pink, dripping cunt was exposed. Then she threw her knees wide to let the dainty pink pussylips blossom out. She knew she had a pretty pussy. Maybe it would be enough to keep her uncle from running away.
"Nat! Look!" She plunged her slim ass around in circles, knowing that her pretty cunt was opening and closing between her thighs. He stared, dazed with the passion he felt. His hand started to turn the doorknob but then fell to his side.
"Oh, Lorry ... Lorry!"
"Fuck me, Nat. Put your big hot cock up into my pussy! I'm so young and hungry! I want to be fucked by a real man!"
Nat made a strange sound in his throat, threw off his shirt and pants and ran to where she flounced on the edge of the bed. He didn't even bother to take off her panties. He just pressed his throbbing cocktip into the mushy center of her pussy and thrust. Lorry's head flew back and she gave a little cry as the thick shape of his cock penetrated her. Her bottom twitched furiously under his jabbing, fucking passion.
"Lorry ... you lovely little girl!" He clutched her slender body, his cock making her sex juices gush out every time he lunged. Lorry had never been screwed by a cock so big! It was forcing her insides around, stretching her! It felt fantastic! She rocked her ass, sucked her belly in to pull his monstrous prick deeper into her pussy. The suction worked. She felt the flared cockhead sliding deeper.
"Yaaahhhh ... Nat!" Her small hands searched against his strong back. He was groaning and growling against her neck. Then his lips caught one soft swell and he sucked the nipple deep. Lorry shuddered and a wave of pure pleasure flooded through her.
She could feel the rub of the panty crotch against her every time her uncle pushed his cock deep. It was rubbing him too. The twisted material caused the little strings to pull deep into her flesh. It was exciting being fucked in her panties!
"OHhh ... Ohhhhh, god, Nat!"
"You're wonderful. I knew I couldn't leave when you showed me your pussy. It's so pink and soft-looking."
"Is it as soft as it looks?" she breathed.
"Softer!" He found her mouth and kissed her hard. Her legs were sticking up in the air now and she kicked her heels a little as even more of her uncle's rigid prick disappeared into the squishy folds of her cunt. The bed bounced as he rolled over and then Lorry found herself on top. Her uncle pulled her wig off and started kissing her ear as her lighter, real hair tumbled down. It was fantastic to be riding atop Nat's muscled body. She felt light and free and more passionate than ever.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, kissing his shoulders as she pumped her slender hips faster. She could feel him holding himself up sharply for her to fuck. His cock was a ramrod of tumid flesh and her streaming pussy clasped it as she lifted and lowered her ass. The sound was exquisite. Hanging down, her tits filled out some. They dragged against Nat's chest and he watched her with loving eyes. His hands smoothed down her willowy back as she labored there atop his cock, her steamy girl-butter flooding down over her uncle's balls until they glistened.
"You're so big it almost hurts," she gasped. "But it doesn't"
"No! It feels fantastic. I love it big like that. It makes me stretched and tight when I fuck."
"How did you learn to move like that."
"Am I better than Arleen?" she whispered. "You're ... different."
"I want to be better. I'll do anything to be better!" She began to nurse passionately at one of his pinched male nipples. Nat squirmed under her, groaning as her teeth nipped at the super-sensitive spot. All the while, she did plunging circles with her ass, making his swollen cocktip rake against her insides at ever-changing angles. She lifted her bottom finally until only the engorged cockhead was still inside her body. Then using all her concentration, she pinched her sphincter 'down, making her pussy opening clasp tight. The hot glans was swathed with her feather-smooth membranes as more juice squirted out. Holding him like that, her cunt nursing hungrily at the bulge of spongy cock meat, she caught his balls in her fingers and began to roll them around. Nat was holding his breath, a look of utter ecstasy on his face.
"Now, who's better?" she sighed, her pouty, spit-slick mouth nipping and teasing at his chin.
"You are ... you are Lorry, Ohhh, jesus, god you are!"
"Are you going to come inside me?"
"No, I won't do that!"
"Nat ... I want to ... drink it. Tell me when you're gonna..."
"Now honey ... now!" Nat reached an empty glass from the bedside table. "Put it in this, Lorry darling. I want to watch you swallow it down."
Though she had hoped to have his surging, spitting cock inside her mouth, Lorry wanted to please her uncle. If he wished to see her drink jizz from a glass, she'd do it for him. She popped her hot pussy from his cock and wheeled around to straddle him the other way. Her cunt was so close to his face but her uncle didn't hesitate taking advantage of the situation. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her tumid little cunt down over his chin and mouth. The most excruciating pleasure shot upwards through her body as Nat's tongue fucked her with jabbing, sucking movements. She had the glass now and took his powerfully throbbing prick in the other hand. It took only a few jacks of his skin to bring the boiling cum out. She tilted the glass and bent his shaft over hard to. catch the stringy, spattering mess. Fountains of translucent jizz leaped and frothed above the tiny orifice. She worked her clenched fingers furiously, feeling the power inside him, that gland was a man's love pump. Every time a fresh jet of cum sprayed into the glass, his cock swelled outwards and turned dark. She counted the spurts, six ... seven ... and then the eighth. The ninth came hard, shooting some of Nat's cum over the edge of the tumbler.
Then there was only the slightest ooze and finally nothing at all. She kept pumping his prick, forcing out a few more droplets. The moment was over almost as quickly as it had begun.
"Hurry!" Nat moaned, twisting her body around so he could watch her. "Drink it now, Lorry!"
Lorry put the cummy glass to her lips, tilted it up and threw her head back. The hot sap dribbled into her mouth and she smacked at it noisily. Nat seemed to be in utter ecstasy as he observed this. The effect of drinking his steamy cum made Lorry shiver with anticipation. She was really getting worked up now with the stringy stuff leaking into her belly. She licked the last few smears out of the glass and tossed it on the bed. Then she straddled her uncle's face and lowered her stretched pussy down over his mouth again. He licked her savagely until the whimpers of mercy escaped from her throat. He was holding her body down against him. She didn't even see how he could breathe. It was hot and squirmy there riding his open mouth. It took her but a few seconds of getting tongue-fucked before she gave a panting cry and plunged her ass furiously. She came in glorious spasms of delight that made her body shiver and jerk. She fell down beside Nat on the bed and he put his arms around her. Lorry drifted off into the most comfortable slumber she'd ever had.
* * *
"Help me fix this darned wig on again, would you?" she called from the bathroom. Nat came and fondled her bare ass first before she got him to push her brown hair up out of sight beneath the darker braids of the wig.
"I like your real hair better."
"I came in here with this on, I'd better leave with it too. I sure don't want to be recognized now."
"You've got to promise me not to ever fool around with that guy named Ray again." Nat gave her a scolding look in the mirror.
"He's not so bad. It was just a little deal to earn me some money."
Nat shook his head. "Ray is a pimp. He'll mess you over. I should spank you anyway for indulging in such fun and games. I guess I'm jealous. I want you for myself."
"What about Arleen?"
"Well
"You can have me for yourself, Uncle Nat. If you quit making it with Arleen."
"What is it about Arleen that bothers you so much? She is your sister. Don't you want her to have some fun?"
"Not with you." Lorry turned and grabbed his cock. It was soft but as she massaged it roughly between her palms, the blood began to surge.
"Enough of that." He grabbed her wrists and held her hands to his mouth to be kissed. "I'm driving upstate the end of this week. I'll take you with me if you're a good girl until then." Lorry jumped up and down.
"I'll be good Uncle Nat. Take me with you, please!"
"Oh, ! probably would even if you weren't good," he laughed, kissing her suddenly. Then he held out her skimpy panties. "Can I keep these as a token of your affection this afternoon? he asked. "I took the liberty of slipping them off while you were sleeping."
"They're my favorite pair."
"I'll buy you a dozen new ones just like them. I want these though." He brought the spotted, still-damp silk to his lips and nuzzled it.
"Oh, I guess so. If you really must." She studied him for a moment. "What are you going to do with them?"
"Honey, you'd have to be over forty and a man to understand. So I just won't bother to tell you. But I'll value them more than a Ming vase, I can assure you of that."
"Are you ever gonna wash 'em?" Lorry teased, grabbing for his cock again.
Nat gave her ass a loving pinch. "I may not even wash my tongue."
* * *
When Lorry sneaked out of the motel and hurried down the street, she hadn't expected to run into Donny again. He came out of the drugstore on the corner and walked alongside her. She let him hold her hand until they got close to her house.
"I've been waiting for you," he admitted, patting the lump in his pocket. At first Lorry didn't know whether he had a hard-on or was bragging about a new stash of cash.
"God, Donny, it was just yesterday."
"But I didn't tell you that secret. You know, about your brother."
"Yeah, I wanted to ask you all right. Well, what is the big secret?"
"Can we ... have some more fun?"
Lorry sighed. "I'm kinda bushed right now. And I was going to take a bath."
"Your folks will be gone for two more hours. We could take a bath together." He let her see the edge of a ten dollar bill. Lorry shrugged.
"Since you've got everything figured out so well, I guess we might as well."
"I want to soap your pussy," he said, licking his lips. Lorry smiled at the boy's frank desire.
"Sure. That might be nice." She pinched his ass hard. "But then you'd better tell me this goddamned secret of yours or I'll really get pissed." They hurried into the house and upstairs and Lorry flung her clothes on the bed. Donny was stepping out of his sneakers when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath.
"I gave them to a nice man." she teased.
"You always were a big kidder," Donny laughed, jerking one leg of his jeans off as he hopped around on the rug. "I always did like a girl who could kid."
CHAPTER NINE
The past few days had been hard for Arleen. She'd had to go through a tangle in her mind, trying to figure out where she stood. So much had happened, so much to change her opinion of how the world was. Uncle Nat had only been the beginning. He had shown her another part of herself, something very soft and enjoyable. Then
Rawley got in on the act. After making love to him, Arleen was surprised to find that she had a bad case of the hots. Though she knew it was rank incest, really rank because Rawley was her brother, that didn't bother her half as bad as the fact that Rawley had a mystery woman somewhere.
She'd gone through his drawers looking for clues and finally found a neatly penned poem the older woman had written to him. For now, she was sure that the female her brother was fucking in secret was married and respected in the community. In fact, she had gotten the unmistakened impression that if the secret were made public, there'd be a pretty nice little scandal. The woman's name started with a J. Arleen had found a perfumed handkerchief that her brother hadn't hidden quite deep enough in the corner of a desk drawer. That was all she had to go on and Rawley was being careful not to make a slip when they were together.
On Wednesday, Arleen made him promise that he wouldn't have relations with Lorry any more. Rawley agreed that it wouldn't help his mental health much. Happy as that made her, Arleen get him to stop seeing the mystery woman.
Then, on Friday, she got a break. It was in the afternoon when Rawley talked with someone on the phone. Arleen heard only half the conversation but knew that he was going to drive somewhere to meet her. Arleen swore to follow him and find out the truth. While Rawley was still making love over the telephone, she hurried two blocks to a friend's house and asked to borrow her car. It was a ten-year-old coupe of nondescript color and style.
She was sure Rawley wouldn't recognize such a car behind him on the way to the meeting he'd arranged.
It worked perfectly. When Rawley pulled out of town, she hung back in the other car, keeping him in sight but not pressing him. He turned off the highway after half a dozen miles and followed a dirt road into some wooded hills. Arleen had a good idea where he was going. There was a lake not too far ahead where a person could rent a boat for a spin on the water. Rawley surprised her and passed the small settlement. He followed an ever-narrowing lane now and she had to stay well back so that he wouldn't notice her presence. Then for a few turns of the road she lost him. When she came around another bend, she was stopped by a locked gate. She parked the car under some trees-and walked up. Behind the gate was private property but it was obvious that Rawley had driven through only moments before. The sound of his engine pulling uphill could be heard somewhere ahead in the trees.
"So he has a key!" She put her hands in her jeans and frowned. "But who owns this land?" She climbed through the barbed-wire fence and started walking.
The house was big and rich-looking. She saw Rawley's car parked outside alongside another, newer convertible. A tremble of excitement went through Arleen. Now that she was actually there to spy on her brother and his lover, she was realizing how risky it was. If someone caught her up there, she'd just die of embarrassment. Who was she to condemn adultery when she and Rawley had committed incest? She went on anyway, approaching the house from the side, staying in the trees so no one would see her.
She had no idea where they might be inside. She tried a low window first, sneaking up on her hands and knees, afraid that someone was watching her and would cry out at any moment. The room she peered into was the living room and it was empty. She saw the woman's sweater draped over a chair. There were plants and pictures and large, cheerful windows. The lovers hadn't been able to sit and chat, they'd hurried off to some bedroom to get in a quick one. Arleen's heart pounded and her panties stuck damply to her cunt lips. As jealous as she was of her brother's secret passion, she was excited too.
When she crawled to the next window, she knew she had the right one. She could hear voices inside and one of them was her brother's. Who was the woman? Arleen was almost sure she knew that voice too. She came up under the sill and slowly lifted her head until her eyes were even with the bottom of the window.
"Oh, god," she breathed in, "it's Joan!" Joan looked happier and younger than she had in years. Though she usually wore her hair in a tight bun, today it was streaming down in blonde hanks, streaming down over Rawley's chest as she kissed his belly. Arleen saw that her brother was enjoying the caresses. He was on his back in the middle of a big bed. His cock throbbed with a steady rhythm. It was thick and hot-looking and Arleen gave a little whimper when she remembered how it had felt sliding into her cunt that first time.
Joan's tits weren't as firm and high-riding as Arleen's but they looked pretty good for a woman her age. They were very large and the nipples were dark and dimpled. As she kissed Rawley's stomach, he cupped one tit that swung heavily over his chest and bent to kiss it. Joan moved to let him get at her better then, closing her eyes and sighing as his tongue lapped and suckled at the bulging nubbin. Arleen felt her. face flush. Rawley had done that to her too! She felt like yelling something, saying something to make them stop. She had the strange desire to observe human animals making it in what they thought was a private bedroom.
"Uhhhhh ... Ohh, Rawley," Joan gasped, her dark red fingernails cutting up and down his body. Then she moved away, heading toward his cock. She took it in both hands and seemed to be studying his bulging prick. When she pursed her lips and popped them down over his cock, Arleen felt her pants get even soppier. She worked her thighs around to move the silky linings against the head of her clit button. Inside Joan was sucking Rawley's cocktip so hard that her cheeks were pulled in sharply. Arleen watched her brother writhe in agonized ecstasy as the older woman's tongue searched out the most sensitive hollows and bumps. She obviously knew what she was doing. Arleen felt she was just a beginner watching Uncle Nat's wife give her brother head.
Without saying anything, Rawley wiggled around so that Joan was slipping down onto her side. She still had his cock in her mouth and the glossy dripping mess where she'd licked and sucked him made Arleen want to be fucked. She could see now that Rawley had another little game planned. He pushed Joan's white thigh up so that her pussy parted with a wet sound. The angle was perfect for
Arleen to see everything. Her brother began to lick the darkened folds between Joan's legs. He worked them until they bloomed, and her clit bulged out from its hiding place. Then he attacked that, working his head back and forth as he sank into her soft pussy. Joan closed her thighs around his head, crossed her ankles and squeezed. Holding him, she pumped her ass furiously as her mouth continued to take more and more of Rawley's cock.
"Uhhhh!"
"Nhhuuhhh!"
They were moaning and gasping like animals. Arleen pushed a hand down into her pants, clawed her panty crotch to one side. Then she worked her clit until the juice spurted out and around one elastic leg band. She didn't care as it trickled down her thigh. She was so hot she wanted to climb right through that window. She licked her lips and leaned against the sill as she watched the tangled forms of Joan and Rawley suck and lick each other to a frantic passion.
Now they'd broken off their sixty-nine and Joan was on her back, legs kicking high as she pleaded with Arleen's brother to finish her off.
"Fuck me, darling! Ohhhh, I want that sweet, young cock of yours spearing me to the hilt!"
"Yeah ... me too," Rawley grinned, looking at the gaping cunt. Arleen had to admit that she didn't have a bad cunt for someone over forty. Rawley was obviously excited by it. He kissed the insides of Joan's thighs and then pulled himself up onto her body. The feverish passion of the older woman was making it hard for him to get his prick ' in. She was bobbing and dancing her ass on the bed, clawing at his hips with her long red fingernails. Finally Rawley got the bulging cocktip into the glistening cunt. The sound of his cockhead penetrating Joan's dripping pussy made Arleen give a little sigh and push her middle finger up into her pussy as far as it would go. She was leaning against the house for support, finger fucking herself with slow, deliberate movements. The juices ran down her wrist. She widened her feet in the flower bed she stood in. Her jeans had come unzipped and hung down on her thighs. She didn't care if anybody saw her. After all, she was peeking. It was funny really, to be watching her brother do these things and get caught up in all the passion herself.
"Ohhh, Rawley, wasn't I good enough for you?" she breathed to herself as she watched him drive his ass forward. Joan's hips jerked and a quiver ran through her. The loose flesh on her thighs shook again as Rawley gave her a good shot with his cock and her cunt lips parted wetly. Then Arleen saw in detail the slow penetration. She saw the juices being forced out, saw the dainty pussylips crushed under the hot, thick cockhead. It went in with a squish and the hot flesh folded in behind it. Then the rigid, veined cock slipped in deeper.
Arleen could almost imagine the same thing happening to her. It would be lovely. She watched Rawley give a few more lunges as his cock went to the hilt in the dripping heat of his aunt's pussy. His dark, wrinkled balls bumped against the white flesh of her ass. Her feet bicycled in the air as she tossed her head back and forth. Rawley worked for power now, grinding himself down upon Joan with all his weight. She thumped his back with small fists and said things that made even Arleqn blush.
"You ... fucker ... you're such a good fucker!" Joan's teeth snapped excitedly. "Ohhh, tear me up, baby! Do it like you want to stick it in my throat!"
"Huuhhnnn," Rawley grunted, too excited to talk by now.
Arleen turned from the window and limped away. She had to stop once to get her breath and to pull her jeans up. She was feeling a mixture of different emotions. She was mad, sure, mad at Joan, mad at Rawley. They were doing wrong things, committing adultery and incest too for that matter. But she wasn't going to be a hypocrite. She knew that she didn't have much room to talk. She started running, teats streaming back from her eyes. She thought she was heading down the same road she'd come up, but saw after a few hundred yards that she was headed toward a low, lush meadow. She was about to turn around and hunt for the right road when she heard voices.
"There are more people out here than in town," she breathed, exasperated. She didn't want to be discovered by someone who might tell Joan. She hid behind a tree as the voices grew louder. It almost blew her mind when she recognized Nat's laugh. But that wasn't anything, Lorry's light giggle made her tremble all over. What was her baby sister doing up here in the woods with Uncle Nat?
"I didn't want to tell you, Uncle Nat. But I wanted you to find out from me rather than just hear it from some stranger gossiping."
"Sure, I'm glad you told me. Actually, I don't give a good goddamn. Fact is, sweetheart I'd rather see Joan making it with some nice clean kid like Rawley than some dude she picked up off the highway. Maybe Rawley's picking up a few pointers too. Joan isn't a bad lay." Lorry was holding his hand. She looked up with bright, eager eyes.
"So you're not going to break in on them or anything?"
"Naw. I know they're up there. I just brought you by so we could see the meadow." He licked his lips. The look he gave Lorry was obviously laced with sexuality and Arleen's jealousy mounted. She was being left out of everything!
"I know why you brought me out here," Lorry giggled. She made her uncle lean down so she could whisper. He broke out laughing and pulled her slender body against him.
"You sure know me, darling ... you sure know me now."
"I saw you put those ropes in the car. You were hinting about it all morning." Lorry snuggled her face against his arm. "You know, Uncle Nat, I don't care what you do with me. I always have such a good time when we're together."
"So you're glad that Ray got us into that deal, are you?" Nat laughed. "What a coincidence that was!"
"If I hadn't met you in that motel room, I might have gotten in trouble again. You're right about being careful who I fool around with. If I'd kept letting Ray talk me into his schemes, I would have ended up at the sanitatium again. And I'm really not crazy, Uncle Nat. Honest I'm not."
"I know that. You're just ... oversexed, shall we say." He stopped and pushed her against a tree. Arleen was only a few dozen yards away and held her breath so they wouldn't discover her. Nat began to rub his hands up and down Lorry's body. She had on a loose, sheer dress and it was plain to see that Nat's attentions were getting to her quick. Arleen bit her lip and tried to hold her emotions. She could see the coil of rope bulging from her uncle's back pocket.
"Come on a little further," he whispered to Lorry. "I'm going to tie you up good."
Arleen stayed there until they'd gone on down the path. She watched them cross the meadow and stop in the shadows of some big trees. The grass was tall and there were lots of wild flowers. She knew she'd have to circle the meadow and stay in the trees so she could get close enough to see them. And it was funny, she hadn't even considered doing anything else.
"Damn," she cursed under her breath. "I don't understand ... I just don't understand why nobody-likes me."
It took her almost fifteen minutes to come upon them. She had the advantage of some thickets that grew very close to where Nat and Lorry had stopped. She crawled forward until she found an opening in the thick leaves. And there was her young, wild sister. She was naked, stark naked. Her wrists were bound together and pulled above .her head. The rope went over a branch and Nat vtes tying it to a stump as Lorry turned slowly in the bright, summer air.
"I'm sexy just hanging here," she gasped, her toes barely touching the soft meadow floor. Arleen had to admit that she looked like an angel-an angel with uncommon desires.
Nat pulled off his shirt and pants and rubbed his chest up against her flattened tits. They swelled out quickly and the sun caught the pink nubbins. Lorry tossed her long brown hair and pawed her toes in the grass. Then Nat began to lick her body. She gasped and twisted as his tongue found the most delicate, sensitive places. Being bound was obviously adding to the tension. Though Arleen had never thought about it before, bondage did look fun! She wondered how it would feel to be in Lorry's place. As she watched the couple engage in a slow, teasing dance there in the cover of the trees, Arleen unbuttoned her blouse. She slipped off her bra too and wiggled out of her panties. She put her clothes under her and sat on them cross-legged, her finger's clawing open her cunt lips so she could get' to her clit better.
"If I'm going to watch all this rank incest, I might as well enjoy it," she whispered to herself. As she smoothed her glossy finger back and forth in the heat of her cunt, the strangest idea occurred to her. At first, it was only a passing thought. Then she found herself actually considering it. And why not? Hadn't everything else happened today? When it came right down to it, she herself was the only one who hadn't completely flipped. It wasn't much fun sitting around watching everybody else go crazy and have a ball while she hid in the bushes and wished and watched and finger fucked. Did she have the nerve to carry out her little surprise? Before she could lose what little courage she had, Arleen stood up and strolled out of the thicket.
Nat and Lorry both stared at her with wide eyes. Nat found his composure again after a few seconds but Lorry kept moving her lips without making any sound.
"So that was your car at the gate," Nat said, swallowing to keep from showing the state of excitement he felt. His eyes went up and down Arleen's body even as his hand rested on Lorry's slim hip.
"We thought it was the car Rawley had used to come out to meet Joan here," Lorry blurted. Arleen came toward them, smiling.
"Don't I get in on the fun?" she teased, ignoring her younger sister. She came up to Nat and let him know that she didn't approve of his secret affiar 'with her younger sister. Nat kept his cool pretty well, but then she let her hand slide down his belly. She picked up his hot, hard cock and began to massage it with gentle, squeezing movements. He let his hand slide away from Lorry and circle Arleen's waist instead. Lorry watched like a pretty insect on a web.
"Wow ... " was all she could muster. Arleen didn't know whether her sister was angry at her intrusion or didn't even care. She was even forgetting her anger at these two for getting something going without her. She let her arms slide around her uncle's naked body as she pressed her belly against his cock. Then they were kissing right there in front of Lorry. The younger girl jerked at the ropes that held her hands high.
"Hey, Nat, what about me?"
Arleen wasn't about to be turned from her path now. She led her uncle by his cock, led him gently but firmly to a bed of long grass. Nat was obviously intrigued by Arleen's power. Her appearance had excited him and given the day a new twist. He was breathing hard and his eyes told her that he was in her power.
She made him get down on his back and squatted over his cock. It seemed longer and thicker than it ever had before. Arleen caressed the veined prick and squeezed his balls until he was gasping for something more. She was on her knees, straddling his body. She tossed her tits across his chest and licked his mouth with wispy, fairy touches that made him start to beg.
"You're torturing me for bringing Lorry out here, aren't you?"
"Maybe a little bit."
"Oh, god," Lorry cried, bouncing up and down against the rope. "You two are about to drive me crazy! Ohhhh, let me come over there too ... please! I'm not mad Arleen ... I'm not mad that you came out here."
Arleen laughed. Then as she kissed her uncle, as she bent down against him to let him feel her nipples again, she pressed the throbbing cockhead up against her parted cunt lips. Her pussy moved, sucking at the hot, taut skin. She let herself back down on it an inch. Juice flooded out, smearing the tip and dribbling down his cock. She plunged her ass up and down tickling only the head With her velvet soft slit.
"Baby ... Ohhh, forgive me for being untrue," Nat sighed. Though Arleen knew he was only making light of his happy situation, she pretended to go along.
"Don't lie to me. I know you'll start fucking with my sister the first chance you get."
"I'm just a man," he breathed, catching her face and kissing it passionately. She let him have another inch of her pussy. The cockhead was starting to slip inside her pussy and she squeezed down with her sphincter to make the penetration as difficult as she could. The furious squeeze of her dripping cunt made her uncle babble and pant. His hands traced the curves of her body as she made slow, circular movements, his cocktip barely spearing her feverish cunt.
"Give ... goddamn ... just a little more," Nat breathed, digging his fingers into her ass. Arleen knew she was on top, she had the power to give or take away. She decided to take away for a few moments to see Nat's expression change.
"Baby ... baby ... don't take it away!"
"Beg me!"
"I'm begging ... what do you want me to say."
"Tell me how good it is ... how good my pussy is!"
"It's the best in the world," Nat moaned. From where she was tied, Lorry gave a loud whimper and began to twist around. Arleen lowered her dripping cunt lips down over his cocktip again. As the smooth membranes swathed his prick with fresh butter, Lorry sounded like she was tearing the tree down. Arleen knew that her young sister could see everything. She could see the way her pussylips were pushed back and apart.
Nat s cocktip was really big and for it to fit into the pinched opening, Arleen had to rock her ass and plunge a little. She could even hear it slipping in. Then her muscled pussy cinched back around behind the crown and squeezed until Nat was kissing her tits hungrily. He tongued the nipples and caressed them deeply with his fingers as she threw back her head and made her ass jerk. She had a spasm of pleasure. She wasn't coming yet, but the thrilling sensations were too intense for her to just stay motionless. She gave her ass a steady, rolling rhythm that made her uncle's prick grow huge inside her cunt.
The slickened walls of her tube were rubbing and smearing and caressing him as she began to really fuck. Being on top was wonderful! She could take his cock to the hilt or lift her pussy up until only the head was inside. She could go really fast or very slow. And whatever she did, her uncle was at her mercy. Sometimes when he was urging her to fuck him faster, she went slow on purpose, letting her swollen nipples swing back and forth against his chest. Then he would grab her frantically and pull her down, his hands kneading the plumpness of her ass-cheeks.
All her playfulness was backfiring now. She felt her inner muscles spasm as the tickly goodness became more intense. That swollen crown of her uncle's cock had been getting to her at last. The rub of her clit against his shaft had worked her up to fever pitch. She babbled and kissed him as her ass worked. She was taken completely by surprise as her furious love heat mounted. She rode the storm, rode that stiff, thick cock that had entered her pussy so deeply!
"Yuuhhh ... Ohhhhh, Uncle Nat ... I'm coming ... it's so good ... feels ... soooo good!"
"Yeah baby ... come ... just go ahead and come!"
They kissed and she bit at his chin and neck as her pussy began to convulse powerfully. He jerked too as his cock was squeezed in her raging pussy. Arleen threw back her head and screamed as the ecstasy cut through her like a tornado. At that moment the rope that held Lorry prisoner snapped like a part of the storm. Arleen looked up through pleasure-dazed eyes as her lithe, brown-haired sister skipped toward them. She could see the smear of pussy juice dripping down Lorry's thighs. There was an expression of utter depravity on the young girl's face. Her bottom lip pouted and she came around behind Arleen and straddled Nat's legs.
"Hurry ... Ohhhh, hurry, Arleen ... save some for me!"
"Uhhnnn ... Ohhhhh, shit ... Ohhhh, god, his cock is so big and hard ... I love it sliding in and out!"
"I want it too!" Lorry held to Arleen's shoulders, pumping her cunt up and down as if a cock were already being speared into her.
Then the raging pleasure made Arleen scream again and her pussy tightened in its last spasm of joy. Weakly, Arleen pulled herself up onto Nat's belly. As her pussy came loose from his cock, there was a loud sucking noise. Her juices dribbled out onto him as if a cork had been unplugged. And behind her, her young thighs bumping and sliding, came Lorry. She was moaning and whimpering and grabbing for Nat's pussy-slickened prick. Arleen just lay there, her tits even with Nat's mouth. He began to suck one .nipple with swathing movements of his tongue. By the way Lorry was struggling behind her, Arleen knew that her young sister had Nat's cock firmly in her grasp now and was trying to fit it into her pussy.
"Nuuhhh ... Ohhhmmmuuhh ... Yeeehhhss!"
As the cocktip sank into Lorry's cunt, she rested her head against Arleen's back and pumped her ass energetically. The same familiar noise of hot pussy being speared with stiff prick came to Arleen's ears and she smiled. She was still coming down from the intense orgasm. By the way Lorry was going after that hot cock, it wouldn't be long until she would gasp and cry out too.
As Arleen felt her young sister moving and gasping, she found herself wanting more too. She pulled herself weakly forward until her pussy was directly over Nat's face. He was smiling, flicking his tongue out when her hot pussy opened around his chin. Then Arleen began to work her ass forward and back, covering his face completely with her glossy cunt juice. His tongue probed up and down her pussy-hole.
They plunged and moaned together, two sisters on the same man, sapping everything he had to offer them. Uncle Nat rose to the occasion. Arleen closed her eyes and felt the lovely tickle burn through her pussy as his tongue suckled greedily at the nubbin of her clit. It was standing up like a tiny cock waiting to be sucked. Behind her she could hear the sucky, fucking noises of hot prick in tight pussy. Lorry gave a high, short cry and her teen-aged body quivered. She cried out again and lunged and collapsed into a mass of wiggling flesh. She rocked forward and back as the itchy pleasure turned her into an exploding sun. Arleen came too, her teeth clenched from the sharper edge of her second orgasm.
"Damn! Ohhhh, goddamn!" she screamed, wallowing her ass around violently, smothering her uncle in a hot clasp of throbbing pussy. Then the "girls fell to the side, rolling the deep grass as Nat got his arms around them and began to tickle and caress them.
