Dorrie Pennington was asleep. Her beautiful young face was nearly angelic as she lay in bed and drifted in a wonderfully pleasant dream. Her breath came in and out, slowly and evenly, and the quilted coverlet over the mound of her spectacular young breasts rose and fell with her young, heaving breasts.
In her dream, Dorrie spun around the imaginary dance floor of a palace. She was dressed like a princess in a fairy tale. Her gown was ivory-white and spun gold. Her tiny feet were encased in fragile-looking glass slippers, and her unfettered golden tresses fell loose along her back, reaching all the way to her incredibly tiny waist. The gown was snug at her waist and at her bodice, emphasizing her small waist and the generous swell of her breasts. The gown flowed out below in a floor-length billow that made it look as if she were floating on a cloud instead of dancing. She felt jewels at her throat, the gems of a magnificent and fabulously expensive necklace.
Atop her head sat a diamond tiara.
She felt beautiful, rich, adored, and totally and fantastically alive. But most important of all was the man with whom she was dancing.
Holding her at arm's length and swinging her through the intricate steps of the waltz was the Prince Charming of her dreams. Tall, athletic as an Olympic champion, handsome as a movie star, he was the epitome of any young woman's most heartfelt desire. Dressed in clothing of the finest material and the most fashionable cut, he looked like a he'd come down from Mount Olympus to Earth.
Under the covers, Dome's magnificent young body stirred slightly and stretched into a more comfortable position. Slowly, she rolled from her side onto her back, with her arms to either side and her legs very slightly spread. Caught up in her dream, her arms moved and she brought her hands in toward her slumbering body. Her right arm moved slowly up, her hand tracing the outline of her luscious, firm curves, coming to rest on her full right breast. Her left arm also moved in toward the middle of her body, until that hand lay on the slightly rounded mound of her young belly, just a few inches above her crotch. Dome's pouting lips parted slightly and the corners of her closed eyes crinkled up as her dream self smiled up into the face of her regal partner.
Doris Alicia Pennington had just turned nineteen, and she was in the awkward phase between tomboy and young woman. The way her body had blossomed and filled out suddenly made her feel awkward and clumsy at first. But she slowly grew accustomed to the newly distributed pounds and, in time, she felt a return of her natural grace. However, she didn't yet know how to deal with the one-time male playmates who had now become shy young men. They seemed to avoid being alone with her and blushed bright red whenever she smiled or waved at them. She did, however, understand why so few of them would look her in the face anymore. They all invariably ducked their heads or lowered their eyes to stare at her new tits! It almost seemed that overnight her bra size had changed from an A to a full-figured 36 C, with every indication of not stopping there.
Now Dome's hand slowly closed over one of her breasts as her sleeping body followed the lead of her dreaming mind. In the dream, the dance floor had dissolved and changed into a magnificent bedroom suite, where she now stood with her handsome prince. He bowed his head ever so slightly and brought his lips lightly down to Dorrie's own. At first, his kiss was unbelievably tender and sweet. His lips were warm and moist, and they clung to Dome's mouth with a burning suction. It left Dorrie melting inside and started new reactions in other parts of her body. As the kiss increased in intensity, the prince's lips parted, and his tongue slowly pressed against Dome's trembling mouth. At his gentle but insistent pressure, her lips parted, and the prince's tongue slipped inside.
Dorrie felt her body simultaneously grow tense and also seem to melt as a strange and overwhelming mixture of sensations overtook her. Her tiny nipples became rigid and pressed out against her ballroom gown. In reality, Dome's nipples became almost painfully hard, and the right one pressed up into the palm of her clutching hand. The burning bud caused the hand to cup the breast even tighter in response. In her dream, Dome's legs grew weak, and her dreaming body was suddenly reclining on the huge bed. As the prince's tongue continued its loving assault on her mouth, his hands moved on Dome's willing body.
The prince's left hand cupped Dome's right breast while her own hand massaged its sleeping twin. His right hand slipped ever so slowly down her reclining body as her gown slowly seemed to dissolve. Just as the prince's hand reached her vulva, Dome's own hand cupped her pussy. In the dream, her lover squeezed her pubic mound and let his fingers trace intricate patterns along her outer labia. Dome's hand followed his movements, and the middle finger of her hand slipped slightly inside her wet, hungry cunt. Her finger moved deeper inside before sliding back out.
Dome's back arched slightly then relaxed as her pelvis rocked forward, forcing her finger fully inside. Her body assumed a natural rhythm as the digit went in and out of her vaginal opening in a slowly increasing tempo. As her dream lover masturbated her, her own hand finger-fucked her sleeping body, Dome's angelic face showing her rising pleasure. The prince's finger then moved up to her clitoris and she started to utter low, panting moans and buck her pussy up against her hand.
As Dome's passion built, she looked up into the eyes of her dream lover. His own clothing had also seamed to melt away. He now leaned over the beautiful young girl in all his naked glory.
Dorrie let her eyes trace down the mass of muscle and sinew towering over her. His broad-shouldered form blended into a deep, nearly hairless chest, with pronounced muscles that any bodybuilder would have envied. His chest narrowed down to a washboard stomach and, looming up from a bed of tight pubic curls was his beautifully massive cock.
Unable to tear her eyes away, Dorrie licked her lips in anticipation. The huge tool swayed slightly as the dream lover moved closer and knelt between her knees. As he gently pushed her legs further apart, his cock seemed to swell even more, and a small drop of liquid appeared along the slit. The cockhead was bulbous and nearly purple in color. The huge shaft was crisscrossed with a pattern of bulging veins. Dorrie thought that it was simply the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen.
And now she wanted it. She wanted to feel it, to fondle it, and to love it. She wanted to taste it, to kiss the glistening tip, and to draw it into her mouth and run her tongue all over it. She wanted to suck it deeply into her mouth and take it into her throat, to swallow it to the very base and feel the tickle of pubic curls against her nose and chin. She wanted to suck it and suck it and suck it, until it was ready to explode in her hungry mouth.
But most of all, she wanted to feel it inside her pussy. Already, she could imagine it parting her cunt lips and forcing its magnificent mass inside her tunnel. She could feel its incredible smooth skin and its burning heat as it seared itself into her vaginal body. She wanted to feel the tearing, pounding thrust of this unstoppable juggernaut. She was ready to cry out in mixed pleasure and pain as it shattered her cherry.
Dome's sleeping face no longer looked angelic. Instead, it was that of a beautiful young woman in the throes of a burning passion. Her mouth was open in a rapid panting moan, her eyes were screwed tightly shut, and her nostrils were flared as her chest rapidly pumped oxygen into straining lungs. Her right hand pounded over her pubic mound as her fingers plunged into her gaping orifice. Dome's hips pumped up and down in rhythm with her hand and with her dream lover as the dream self prepared for penetration. Dorrie was ready. Dorrie was going to get fucked.
As the prince lowered himself onto the beautiful young virgin, she spread her legs even wider to make his entrance easier. She felt the prince's hand leave her vulva as he prepared to enter her. The free hand now moved up to Dome's left breast and started to squeeze it in unison with the right one. She arched her back again to push her burning breasts into her lover's iron-hard grasp. Briefly, he released his hold on her right breast and, lowering his head, drew the nipple into his mouth. At first gently, and then with more passion, he sucked at the burning nub. Dome's tit seamed to be on fire and she writhed with pleasure and frustration. Pleasure at what was being done to her tit. Frustration at the delay in getting on with getting fucked!
She glanced down once to see the man's rock-hard member just touch her outer lips and watch this muscles bunch as he prepared to thrust inside her. As he did so, Dorrie looked up into her dream lover's face. She saw her brother Matthew staring back at her.
Her wonderful dream shattered instantly as Dorrie bolted upright in the bed. One hand still cupped and massaged her breast, and the fingers of the other hand were still buried deeply inside her. Dorrie was in bed alone, and her fantastic dance had just come to a jarring halt. Somehow, her older brother had replaced the magnificent dream lover who was just about to steal her virginity away.
Dropping back to her tangled bed covers with a piteous moan, Dorrie sobbed into her pillow with anger and frustration.
"No. No. Not again," she cried. "Please, God. Not again."
For several minutes, Dorrie lay sobbing with pent-up frustration, anger, and a deep feeling of shame.
She muttered, "I wish that I'd never looked. I wish that I'd never seen him like that. Then he wouldn't be in my dreams. I wish that I'd never seen him naked. I wish that I'd never seen him with.. . " Her mind refused to continue. Instead, her sobbing continued and the bed shook as she cried her heart out into the soggy pillow.
At last, Dorrie rolled back onto her back. Reaching up, she wiped her eyes and sniffed back the last tears. Deep down inside, she knew what had to be done.
Her body was ready for sex.
Dome's hands stole back to her hot spots. First, both hands returned to grasp her tits. She started by squeezing the large mounds of her breasts, starting from the sides and working from the outside in, working her way slowly in toward the tiny, nub-like nipples. The surrounding tissue of her pink areolae puckered and pulled the nipples even tighter, which made them stand up like tiny flagpoles. As her hands massaged her wonderful tits, she imagined what it would be like to have them sucked, sucked long and hard and deep. Sucked the way she had dreamed the Prince Charming would have sucked them, sucked the way she had imagined her brother, Matthew, might. Pressing that thought firmly down into her subconscious, she continued to squeeze and rub and twist her tits until they were tingling with an inner fire and felt like they were ready to burst.
Finally, Dorrie almost reluctantly abandoned her tits and let her hands slide lovingly along her sweating body to her waist, and then below to her crotch. Pushing through the springy pubic curls, both hands converged on her waiting pussy.
She spread her fingers along the pussy lips on each side and then pushed the lips together and out into a small pouting mouth. Then she moved her index fingers over the opening and slowly started a long, slow up and down stroking motion. As her breath changed to more rapid panting, she continued to stroke up and down the canal entrance while her internal pressure built.
Her back arched slightly and her pelvis pressed forward in a slow, gentle rocking motion. Then, first one and, moments later, a second finger slipped inside the soaking cunt. One finger pushed into and down the soft, ridged canal while the other sought out and found the magic button of her clitoris again.
The first finger kept pumping into and out of her pussy while the second circled and massaged the wonderful joy button. Dome's hips again settled into a rhythm synchronized with the actions of her hands, and her pelvis ground back and forth as her pleasure mounted higher and higher. The bed springs squeaked lightly as Dorrie bucked on the edge of her orgasm, but she was too far gone in her self-induced pleasure to hear anything but her own rasping, panting breath and the soft sucking sound of her pussy alternately grasping and releasing her probing fingers.
For long minutes, the beautiful young woman continued the now frantic finger-fucking. Her motions increased in tempo as her breath and the bed springs kept an exact cadence. Finally, the waves of erotic feeling started to mount as raw, unbridled sensation took over her writhing, twisting body.
Centered in her clitoris and with her pussy gulping and swallowing the pushing, probing fingers, Dome's orgasm swept over her entire being. Burying her face in her pillow to stifle her moans, Dorrie surrendered herself to the endless eruption of pleasure.
Her body flashed white-hot and icy cold at the same time. Her muscles quivered and jerked as the wonderful sensation swept outward from the very center of her body and her soul. It seemed as if her little clitoris was the universe! Everything shot out from its core and reverberated all along her taunt nerves. As her orgasm crested, she felt her entire body spasm and contort once, then again, and finally for the third time. As the orgasm ebbed, she briefly lay twitching while her body slowly relaxed.
With a small, almost shy smile, Dorrie sank into the fragrant, moist sheets. She sighed deeply and stretched her satiated body out full length. Her eyes slid closed and Dorrie fell instantly asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Early morning sunlight and a muffled, distant noise woke Dorrie from a sound sleep. She opened one eye enough to see the bedside alarm clock dimly lit by a stray beam from the newly-risen sun. The single beam broke through the shades across her bedroom and fell across the carpet, reaching out a long, slender, brilliant shaft for Dome's bed. It crossed the rumpled covers and fell directly across her mounds of delicious, milk-white breasts-now openly exposed, since the coverlet had slipped down during the night, nearly to the foot of the bed.
The bedroom was pleasantly warm, so Dorrie had not been awakened by the cool morning air now caressing her delicious tits. The intruding sunbeam crossed her right breast, and its mild heat warmed and tickled her nipple. The bud stirred ever so slightly and rose to a half-erect stance. A lone sentry protecting its mountain outpost! As she gazed at the alarm clock and saw it was only 5:00 AM, she let out a low groan and pulled the covers back up over her head.
"No way am I gonna get up at any five-fucking-am on a Saturday morning, like those two insane health nuts next door," she murmured to herself as she rolled over. The "health nuts" were her parents, who would just about now be rolling out of bed and getting ready for the courts.
There was a running family joke about her parent's early morning weekend tennis matches. They were both tennis fanatics, and they spent every Saturday morning on the Country Club tennis courts running and battling each other to exhaustion. They were always at the courts as soon as they opened on Saturday morning, and often when they started their first set, they had the courts completely to themselves. Only by the end of the first game would they be joined on adjacent courts by old tennis acquaintances. Although they both played against other partners on other days, Saturday mornings were reserved for their own private game.
Their private matches always turned into virtual pitched battles in which they were evenly matched. Martin Pennington had the upper hand in raw power and was an accomplished player. Alice Pennington compensated for his power advantage by being extremely skilled and remarkable agile. She also enjoyed the opportunity to work in more practice games during the week, while her husband was away at work. Otherwise, she knew, her skill would not offset his power and natural ability. The few times that Dorrie had been talked into getting out of bed and going along to watch, she had been almost scared by the way her parents seemed to attack the ball and, though it, each other. There was never any quarter asked and none given. The victor was always obvious, as neither player ever pulled up on a shot or let down in any way to let the other win. Their games were almost evenly split. Neither ever seemed to maintain a long winning streak over the other, and neither did ever seemed to tire of the seesaw battles or of the intensity of the game.
Dorrie knew that her parents were totally devoted to one another and that neither would ever do anything to hurt the other. At times, their petting and kissing around the house caused Dorrie to roll her big green eyes and mutter, "Oh, Puke!" whenever she caught them embracing.
Therefore, their tennis wars had continued to baffle her until very recently. Now she knew why they played so hard and so well; especially against each other. Now she knew why they never missed their Saturday morning matches.
The Penningtons were two healthy, athletic people in the prime of life, who not only loved each other, but who also loved to compete, and they also loved to play games. Especially games where both competitors won. Over the years, they had evolved this intricate, sexual game that only started on the tennis courts. The physical exertion of the whip-saw matches jump-started their metabolisms and gave them the opportunity to show off to and for each other. (Dorrie had read that all couples wind up in some form of competition with each other, and many times, this competition was destructive.) Dorrie's parents had found a way to compete openly and fairly in a game that they both loved and that served to stimulate them both.
And Dorrie also knew, now, why they always came directly home from the match-not taking time to shower or change at the club, even though its sauna and massage facilities were excellent. Instead, they always finished the last game, accepted the congratulations that their tennis friends always heaped on the winner and the condolences that they doled out to the loser. Then the Penningtons would throw their rackets and tennis paraphernalia into the trunk of Alice's little red Mercedes 560 convertible and roar home.
Dorrie also knew that they always took the long, winding ocean road from the Country Club instead of the more direct, but less scenic and much less exciting route through the city. The ocean road, which could be nearly deserted early on a Saturday morning. This, too, was a part of the game. The winner of the tennis match got to drive. The loser had to play passenger. No exceptions. This part of the game was both a form of reward and the next phase in stimulation.
Dorrie had driven the ocean road once, very recently, with her older brother, Matt, in Mom's Mercedes. The winding, twisting road seemed to have been made of the powerful sports car as Matt whipped it through the tight turns and then accelerated through the straight-aways. The thrilling ride was almost like that of a roller coaster for the passenger. She knew that it had to be even more exciting for the driver. The thrill of speed, the breathtaking scenery flashing past, the blast of wind whipping her long blonde hair into a streaming mane, and most of all, the feel of power radiating up through the floor of the car were a complete and intense sexual turn-on. Dorrie realized that the only thing that would make it more exciting would be if she were driving the powerful, superbly designed and beautifully handling automobile through the dangerous twists and turns instead of sitting in the passenger's seat. Even in her naivete, she realized that the feeling of being in command, especially of something powerful and dangerous, was a tremendous sexual turn-on.
By the time the ocean drive was over, Dome's pussy had become damp and her little nipples were hard as stones. Her breath was ragged and came in short pants, which had nothing to do with the blast of wind in her face. Luckily, her bikini top had kept her excitement from showing by keeping everything covered and protecting her modesty. Her surreptitious glances over at Matt's lap had been more revealing, however. His bathing suit could not hide a raging hard-on that made his lap look like it housed a small pup-tent! Only his sitting position and the fact that he didn't expect his sister would look at his crotch kept him from worrying about his condition. The ocean road changed into a highway a few miles out of the subdivision, so by the time they got home, the sexual frenzy of the drive had subsided. And so too, unfortunately, had Matt's erection. It seemed to take forever for Dorrie's nipples to relax, though, or for her tingling pussy to return to normal.
So, Dorrie knew, her parents were off for an extended session of tennis foreplay, leading up to a sexually intense drive straight back to their bedroom. It seemed that the senior Penningtons always spent hours showering and "freshening up" from their Saturday morning tennis workout! Sometimes, it was noon before they would make their second appearance downstairs for the day. Dorrie knew exactly what would be happening across the hall in about two hours or so. With luck, and a little quiet sneaking, she might even get to watch!
But right now, she was going to get back to sleep. The excitement and frustration of her dream and her subsequent masturbation marathon had left her deliciously exhausted (if a little frustrated). As she drifted back into an untroubled sleep, an errant thought caused a lovely smile to play over her beautiful face. "Sleep now, peep later!"
Martin Pennington had bought the large, rambling white house in the Northern suburb of Fort Lauderdale several years before. He and Alice had chosen it, despite the fact that they could hardly afford it on their combined salaries, because it had lots of room, both inside and out. The yards were huge and well landscaped; covering over three acres between the front and back. There was abundant shrubbery and trees to provide privacy from the streets and neighbors. The house itself originally had five relatively small bedrooms as well as living, dining, family, and other rooms. They bought the house so that they would have plenty of room for their family.
They had the house remodeled as Martin's business grew and prospered. One of the first projects was converting the five smaller bedrooms into three large, spacious sleeping chambers-each with its own private bathroom. Now Matt's and Dorrie's bedrooms occupied one side of the hallway, with a common wall between them. Dorrie's bathroom also shared a common wall with her parents' bathroom. These shared walls also held a secret that Dorrie would not share with anyone; and which she could not now force herself to break away from.
When the Pennington's had the house remodeled, they had molding installed around the ceiling of each bedroom. In Matt's and Dorrie's bedrooms, the molding was also installed as a wall accent all around each side of the room at about four feet from the floor. Only very recently, Dorrie discovered a series of small nail holes left under the bottom edge of the molding on the wall common to Matt's room. By pressing her eye close up to different nail holes, she had a "spy hole" view of almost any part of Matt's room. One night last winter, Matt had come home from college for a two-week break between semesters. She was in bed and just dozing off when she was suddenly awakened by the unaccustomed noise from her brother's normally empty room. For some reason, Dorrie's eyes were drawn to the molding and she spotted the holes. She slipped out of bed and moved her reading chair over against the common wall. Choosing one of the tiny holes, she pressed her eye up to it and squinted until she got an unobstructed view of the room next door.
Her breath caught in her throat as her mouth dropped open. Matt had just stepped into the bedroom from his shower. The noise that had disturbed her had been the banging of the bathroom door as Matt walked into the bedroom. A large, fluffy towel was around his shoulders, and his arms were raised above his head as he toweled water from his hair. Drops of water covered his glistening, almost hairless, muscular body. Dorrie took in all of this scene in the first heartbeat. Then her eyes went wide, because, pointing right at Dome's face from across the room was Matt's half-erect cock!
Mesmerized, Dorrie watched as Matt continued to towel away the remaining droplets of water. She took in his muscular chest and arms while she quickly looked down his flat stomach and his column-like thighs, her eyes kept returning to that marvelous growth now sticking almost straight up out of the middle of his body. She had to remind herself to breathe, and then she promptly forgot to do so again as she watched what Matt did next.
As Matt finished with the towel, he let it drop onto the floor. Then, still facing the wall behind which Dorrie sat entranced, he reached down and fondled his balls before wrapping his fingers around his still stiffening cock!
Dorrie took a good look at Matt's balls. She really couldn't tell just how big they were from this distance. They looked like they were maybe golf ball-sized, and they were contained in a loose pouch of skin, which let them dangle down between Matt's legs. She couldn't tell for sure, but it looked as if the right one hung a little lower than the left one. Were they supposed to work that way? But she really didn't have look to wonder about them as her attention was called back to the cock in her brother's hand.
As Matt slowly stroked up and down the shaft of his cock, it had changed unbelievably. Dorrie had thought it huge before, when she had first seen it. But then it had been only half-hard. Now, as Matt continued rubbing and pulling on it, it stiffened and curved until it pointed almost straight up. But, most importantly, it had more than doubled in size! And even more amazing, the end was now much larger than the shaft. The part of Matt's magnificent prick that was facing directly toward Dorrie was large and bulbously shaped. It was now a dull red-whether from the hot shower or from the blood making it so huge and so very hard, she had no way to know. In any case, Dorrie really didn't care. Right now it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
Matt suddenly stopped his standing ministrations and moved to Dome's left as he dropped onto the bed. For a long, horrifying moment, Dome's vision of the beautiful spectacle was cut off. She was ready to scream from both frustration and disappointment.
Then she discovered that there was a whole series of little spy holes all along the wall. All she had to do to see anything in the room was find the right hole.
Quickly, but very quietly, Dorrie moved along the wall looking for and trying each nail hole until she found the right one which afforded her the best view of the bed. She even lost precious seconds of her viewing while she went back and retrieved her reading chair. Ever so quickly, she moved the chair into the new location and settled back to watch. Her action had not been motivated so much by a desire to be comfortable as by desperation. Dorrie found that her legs were so weak that she was afraid she might fall. Falling wouldn't be so bad. Missing the tremendous show would be.
By now, Matt was fully inclined on his bed, with his head propped up on the oversized pillow. His legs were straight out on the bed and slightly parted. While his left hand cupped his balls, his right was now fisted around his straining cock. Rapidly, it plunged up and down on the shaft of the beautiful cock. Dorrie watched in spellbound fascination, unable to tear her eyes away.
Matt's eyes were closed and his handsome face was twisted in a look of agonized pleasure and he continued to grip and stroke his cock. While Dorrie watched, he increased the tempo and the power of his strokes. To the innocent young woman, it appeared that he was trying to tear the thing out by its roots. However, from the look on his face, she knew that he was not in pain and that he was not injuring himself. Instead, he appeared to be having a wonderful time! Suddenly, the thought came into Dorrie's mind that it would be so nice to be able to help Matt right out. She could wrap her hands around the big cock and pump them up and down for him. She could lie beside him on the king-sized bed and rub her naked body against his skin while she worked on his prick. She would even kiss the big, beautiful, hot-looking cockhead if Matt would let her, and she would play with his balls at the same time. If only she could go into his room and into his bed, she could make him feel sooooo very good!
While these thought were going through little Dorrie's imagination, her hands had developed a mind of their own. The left hand was now cupped around her left breast and squeezed it in time to the pounding that she saw being given to her brother's big prick. Her right hand had slipped down to her pussy, which she now rubbed through the cotton nightgown. As Dorrie fondled her own tit and pussy, she did so because it made her feel good. And she did it while watching her older brother jack off.
Always before, when Dorrie played with herself, she had experienced feelings which she could best describe as "nice." Her pussy felt good, and her titties felt good, but nothing ever seemed to come of it other than a pleasant all-over good feeling. She would normally play for a short while and then drop off to sleep. This time, however, there was a big difference. Her fully blossomed new big tits had always felt firmly soft, but now they felt like they were getting harder and harder. Although it was mostly her imagination, Dorrie felt as if her tits were getting as hard as her brother's beautiful cock. And her pussy was going absolutely wild! It kept getting wetter and wetter and, as she spread her legs slightly, the tight little hole gaped open as if in invitation.
Swiftly, she pulled the nightgown up her legs and, rising slightly so she could gather it under her ass while never taking her eyes away form the peephole, freed her crotch. Now her prying fingers were no longer inhibited by the cloth and had free access to her cunt. Almost immediately, Dorrie's middle finger slipped into the moist hole and eased forward up to the second knuckle. Dorrie was a virgin, so, of course, her cunt had never been exposed to such an intruder before. Now it sent a strange mixture of sensations into the young woman's writhing body. It felt strange, and warm, and good, and hot, and wet, and maybe just a little bit dirty-which, somehow, made it feel even better. Dorrie pressed on with the exploring finger until she felt the first sensations of pressure and pain. The sudden sharp sensation dulled the other good feelings, but only so long as Dorrie pressed forward. As soon as she relaxed the probing pressure slightly, the pain went away and all the good feelings came back, in force.
As Dorrie explored her cunt canal with her middle finger, her thumb shifted until it rested on the tiny button almost hidden in the folds of the front of her pussy. Just where the outer pussy lips joined above the opening to her inner body was a small, protected valley that housed her clitoris. Now Dorrie's thumb pressed down directly on this spot. Almost as if she had pressed a "starter button," a myriad of new sensations rocketed through the body. Her pussy contracted around the intruding digit, and her entire body felt rigid as Dorrie's first orgasm shot through her entire being. Her legs spasmed and quivered in the chair, and her cupping hand clasped down painfully hard on the straining tit. Dorrie bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out in unbridled lust.
Just as she was experiencing her first orgasm, Dorrie was treated to the sight of Matt's cock exploding in his fist. Thick white globs of semen spurted from the purplish end of the huge prick as Matt furiously pounded it in his frenzy. The first long spurt seemed to be aimed directly at Dome's hiding place. Although the force of the ejaculation was not enough to launch it all the way across the room to her spy hole, Dorrie almost unconsciously opened her luscious mouth as if to catch it all.
For the remainder of the two weeks of Matt's semester break, Dorrie spent hours each night at the peepholes. While she never got to watch him jack off again, she was rewarded with two more after-shower displays of his muscular frame. Each time, his cock had dangled limply and Dorrie had felt keen disappointment. She loved the thought of his cock hard and hot. She often thought of its jerking, spurting ejaculation.
Matt's cock was beautiful to Dorrie even when it wasn't hard and standing at attention. And so was the rest of his muscular body. Matt was on the state university track team as a decathlete, which meant that the had to be very good at a number of different athletic events. He worked out even when he was at home on semester break, since even a few days letdown could cut his fine edge and cost him valuable points in an upcoming competition. He was up almost every morning and off on a five-mile run. After catching his breath from his run, he would go into the multi-car garage, where the Pennington's had provided a home gymnasium. It was supplied with a complete set of free weights, benches, and special machines designed to permit maximum workouts. Every morning, Matt would work into a heavy sweat as he tortured his muscles in multiple sets of backbreaking exercises.
Dorrie, professing a desire to "help," wound up keeping him company and counting aloud the repetitions of his exercises for him. For her, this was exciting fun, since she could bask in her big brother's nearly naked presence and watch him strain and flex his big, sweaty muscles. It was almost like peeping without using the peepholes.
Every morning, it became more and more exciting as Dorrie became ever bolder and aggressive in her observations. As Matt strained through a series of lifts, she would position herself so that she could stare at his barely covered crotch and the outline of his massive cock through the small gym short that he wore. As Matt exercised and the sweat soaked the little bit of clothing that he wore, her imagination would start to run away. The sweat would cover his massive muscles with a glistening sheen and then accumulate and roll down his chest, across his rock-ridged abdomen, and then finally soak his pubic patch. His prick would start the exercise session limp and dangling, but as the exercises built up his body's metabolic level and as his energy rose, so would the magic cock. As his arms and shoulders pumped iron, his cock would stiffen and then pump up and down in time with his exercises. The picture that became engraved in Dome's imagination was one where Matt stood with his legs parted in a power lifter's stance. His triceps and deltoids would be bulging to the maximum as his arms pressed the massive free-weight bar high over his head. And there, springing from the middle of his body, would be his fully erect and bulging cock!
One morning, she was so far gone in her daydreaming that she forgot to count his exercise patterns and was staring in hypnotic fascination at the joining of his thighs, where his cock was again painfully obvious through the sweat-soaked shorts. She was shocked back to the present when Matt's sweaty T-shirt smacked her in the face.
"Come on, pea brain," Matt called. "What are you doing over there? You seem to be lost in woolgathering. Are you dreaming about some guy?"
Dorrie blushed crimson, which caused Matt to burst out in laughter. Obviously, she had been thinking about "some guy." She just didn't want Matt to know that he was that guy. And she especially didn't want him to know just how he had looked in the dream. She knew that Matt still thought of her as his little sister, who needed to be cuddled and protected. Well, she could certainly go for the cuddling, but she didn't feel in any need of protection. Just the opposite, her young body seemed to be crying out for ravishment.
Matt wasn't going to give up, however. "Come on Sis. I know that you're thinking about some cool dude. And I want to know what you're getting into. Tell me all about him. What's going on in your love life?"
Dorrie recovered her composure as the taunts continued. She stuck her tongue out at Matt and stated: "My love life is my concern, big brother. So just mind your own business and stay away from those hussies in Tallahassee."
In her best drill instructor imitation, Dorrie ordered him back to work. Inside, however, she was trembling. She couldn't let Matt know what she had been thinking.
But then, did Dorrie know herself what she kept thinking about? Was she just thinking about Matt's body, especially his big strong cock, just because it was the only one she had ever really seen, and just because it was so close at hand? Was she thinking of Matt as brother Matt, or as a wonderful male body who excited her tremendously? Or was she actually contemplating the joys of fucking her own brother?
Suddenly, Dorrie decided that she'd had enough of working out and watching Matt for one day. Claiming a sudden headache, she quickly left and almost ran into the shower.
Dorrie let the shower run over her trembling body for what seemed like hours. As the hot spray pelted over her shoulders and sluiced down between her tits, she forced her breathing to slow down and her body to relax. Ultimately, her emotions were under control and her troubled mind had cleared somewhat. She finally left the shower and scrubbed her body with a large towel. Lying naked on her bed, Dorrie relaxed and almost dozed off until she heard the unmistakable sounds coming from Matt's room which indicated he had entered and was starting his shower. Still, Dorrie relaxed on the bed until she heard his shower stop. Then, with quiet resolution, she slipped from her bed and took her accustomed place at the peephole. Her patience was rewarded
CHAPTER THREE
After the mid-winter break, Matt had returned to college, and Dorrie had been left without her marvelous new spy game. For the first few weeks, she had contented herself with fantasies of Matt and with lonely masturbation. Almost every night she would bring herself repeatedly to the edge of orgasm before finally submitting in a massive, shuddering climax.
In her fantasies, she imagined her brother Matt in a series of role-playing scenes-as Tarzan, as Conan, and as a succession of unnamed heroes. Always, he was completely nude and-always!-massively erect. She would then entertain herself with a little mental drama in which Matt would start by masturbating the huge tool between his legs. Ultimately, however, even this fantasy started to pale. Dorrie then started to see a beautiful woman as the subject of his attention. And, in these fantasies, the action quickly turned to sex, and furiously active sex at that. Matt would mount the woman in a variety of positions and attitudes. She imagined them fucking front to front, doggie-style, standing, kneeling, and in every possible variation two people could assume to fuck. Matt would squeeze the woman's tits as he thrust his big, purple-headed dick into her cunt. She would writhe and moan in exquisite pleasure as he rammed into her and reamed the grasping hole. Both of their faces would twist into erotic masks as they came together over and over and over again. It was some time before she realized that the woman in her daydreams was herself.
While she wrestled with the misgivings of her fantasy incest, Dorrie also realized that she now missed the sight of a naked male body. She had gotten accustomed to watching Matt, and she was hungry for the sight of a man's cock! And for some time, she didn't have any idea of how to go about finding one.
The answer came one morning while she was showering. Faintly, Dorrie could hear her father singing as he also showered just on the other side of the wall separating the two bathrooms. Briefly, Dorrie imagined a one-way window between the two bathrooms. Then she would be able to watch any activities next door.
Until that time, Dorrie suddenly realized, she had never thought of her parents in any sexual terms. Of course, she reflected, they fucked.
Otherwise, she and Matt wouldn't be here. Then, as she thought more and more about it, she became somewhat obsessed by the thought.
Imagine her parents fucking? But, then, why not? Dad was only in his mid-forties, and Mom was even younger than that! Of course they were still fucking! Besides, they were both very athletic and kept themselves in great shape. And Mom had been a model for a while before settling down to have kids and make a home. Now that Dorrie thought about it, Mom really was quite a fox. And Dad? Yeah. He had definite "hunk" possibilities-in a prematurely gray sort of way, of course.
Slowly, a plan formed in Dorrie's active mind. Un-like many beautiful young women, she made no pretense of being dumb. As a matter-of-fact, she was an honor student and proud of it. Not only an honor student, but one who had always been very good at her physics and science courses. So it took almost no time for Dorrie to imagine a real spy hole that would permit her to watch the goings-on next door without anyone knowing it. It took little time to put her plan into action.
She started her undercover activities by slipping into her parent's bathroom the next time they left her home alone. This happened the next Saturday morning, as the weekly tennis duel took place. As soon as she heard them leave, Dorrie set her plan into motion. She entered the master bedroom carrying her father's electric drill. Selecting a quarter-inch drill bit, she made a nearly invisible hole in the bathroom tile at a spot in the decorative pattern, where it would never be noticed. Making sure that the drill penetrated all the way into her adjoining bath, she carefully cleaned up all the evidence of her work.
Returning to her own bath, Dorrie then completed her spy mission. She had taken apart a long-abandoned childhood toy telescope and salvaged the doubly curved bottom convex lens. Carefully fitting the center of the lens into the opening in the wall, Dorrie experimented with the setting until she had a complete panoramic view of the room next door. Now she could watch the action even better than she could watch through the hole in Matt's wall!
As she made the final adjustments, Dorrie realized that there was an added bonus to her setup. Her parents' bathroom had large floor-to-ceiling mirrors on each opposite wall. By shifting her gaze to the left or right, she could see the reflected image of the entire room! Although Dome's Physics class memory informed her that the images would be reversed, she also knew that it would not make any difference. After all, what is a reversed fuck? While this thought was running through her mind, Dorrie wondered what old Mr. Haney, her Physics instructor, would think if she asked him that.
Dorrie had just finished her handiwork when she heard the sounds of the Pennington's returning from the country club.
"Just in time," she whispered, to herself and slipped to the window to watch them enter the house from the garage below.
Moments later, she heard the door to her parents' bedroom open and she returned to her own new observation point. She was rewarded with the sight of both people entering the bedroom, and she saw her mother close and lock the door.
Martin Pennington stood in the entrance to the bedroom. "You lost," he said. "Your turn to cater to my slightest whim. Please start the shower. But first, get your clothes off. I want to watch your tits jiggle as you wait on me."
"Whatever you want," Alice replied meekly. This is new, Dorrie thought. Mom is not normally the meek and mild type.
Dorrie watched as Alice Pennington slowly, and very seductively, removed her skimpy white tennis outfit. As Martin lounged on the edge of the king-size bed watching her every move, she slowly brought both hands up to the top button of her blouse. Keeping her eyes demurely downcast, she slid the button loose and allowed the blouse to gape open just slightly at the top. Her honey-blonde hair hung loose along each side of her face and provided the impression of a gauzy veil covering a shy maiden. One by one, the buttons were almost reluctantly released until the blouse was opened all along the front. After the last button was unbuttoned, the white tennis blouse hung open enough to reveal the large half-moon thrust of Alice's breasts. Although still covered by a bra, her nipples were very much in evidence as they thrust out against the restraints.
Alice let the blouse slip off her shoulders and reached up behind her to release the confining bra. As the last catch was finally released, her huge tits seemed to bounce forward as if glad to be free. Slowly, Alice lowered her arms and shrugged her shoulders-just enough to let the bra straps slip off and start to slide down her arms. Rather than let the bra simply fall away, she held her arms in to her sides for just a moment to hide the luscious tits just a little longer.
Finally, the bra was also allowed to slip to the floor, and Alice simultaneously raised her head and drew her shoulders back in a gesture that made her magnificent mammaries jut forward defiantly toward her waiting husband.
Throughout this performance, Martin had sat quietly and watched without comment or gesture.
Now he smiled very slightly and pointed at Alice's little tennis skirt. He gave an imperious flick of his wrist that unmistakably meant for the skirt to be removed. Then, still staring at that unfolding display in front of his royal seat, he slouched back to watch.
Alice brought her hands up to the waistband of the skirt. As she reached behind to release the catch, she again made her tits jut forward. With a shock, Dorrie found herself fascinated by the show in the other room. She had seen her mother's breasts many times and had never realized just how great they looked. Alice Pennington had forty-inch D-cup tits that now looked as firm and as proud as Dorrie's own. They sagged outward from the front of her chest in a cantilevered jut that thrust her nipples almost straight forward. The nipples were large and looked at least a half-inch long as they stood erect and proud. The puckered areolae were dark brown, silver dollar-sized circles that sharply contrasted with the milky white of the surrounding mounds. Again, Dorrie felt that strange tingle in her crotch that announced her own arousal. Strange that she could get hot by watching this tableau being played out by her own parents.
By now, Alice had released the skirt and allowed it, too, to very slowly slip to the floor.
Dorrie realized that the slow, calculated revelation of the woman's hidden glories made them ever more exciting when they finally were revealed.
Alice stood in the middle of the bedroom floor with her legs slightly spread. Her long, beautifully tapered legs lead up to a tiny white bikini panty. In the reflection from the left mirror, Dorrie had a frontal view of the beautiful woman. The black pubic mound showed clearly through the tightly stretched silk material. Above the pinched-in waist, Alice's bounteous bosom and long, honey-blonde hair completed the picture of beautiful love slave ready for the taking.
Still, Martin half-reclined on the edge of the bed. He raised his arm and again flicked his wrist; this time at the tiny bikini panty.
Alice reached up to the waistband and slowly pushed the tiny garment down her long, luscious legs. As she did do, she bent at the waist, keeping her legs straight. This motion caused her unrestrained tits to swing forward and to bobble back and forth as she bent forward and down. In addition, it caused her calf muscles to be sharply defined and her thighs and magnificent ass to be emphasized. Pushing her panties to her ankles, she lifted her feet one at a time and kicked the panties off, then she slowly straightened to return to her standing position. Parting her legs ever so slightly, she allowed her pussy lips to be glimpsed through the vee of her pubic hair.
At last, Martin stood up and took a step toward the beautiful woman. He did not take her into his arms yet, however. Instead, he simply said, "Now undress me."
Again, Alice Pennington lowered her head and became the shy maiden. She reached out and grasped the bottom of his pullover tennis shirt. Instead of just pulling the garment up over his head, she slid her hands up the sides of his chest and slipped the shirt slowly up and over. As she did so, her tits rubbed against his chest, and her protruding nipples traced two lines through the light sheen of sweat that clung to his skin.
Dropping the skirt, Alice slipped her hands into the waist of his shorts. Loosening the belt, she grasped the tab of the zipper. Dorrie could see that the aloofness that her father was projecting was an act, because his fly was bulging outward from the pressure of his erection. Gently, Alice pulled the zipper down around the big hard-on, and the shorts slipped to the floor. Now, Martin stood revealed in nothing but stretch briefs-which appeared to "be in the process of being stretched even more as his erect dick swung almost free.
Dorrie's view was momentarily blocked as Alice pushed Martin's briefs down his legs to the floor. It appeared that as she bent forward and pushed the garment down, she momentarily brought her face directly into his crotch. Dorrie watched her father's expression change and heard a slurping sound as Alice apparently ran her tongue up his dick from the base to the top.
Alice stood and turned away to start the shower. As she did so, Dorrie was afforded a full frontal view of her dad in all his glory. Martin's dick was even larger than Matt's! It stood straight up from a mass of dark hair that continued upward from his crotch and across his belly up to his chest. Where Matt was almost hairless, their father was covered in a generous growth of dark, short curls.
As Martin strode forward to the shower, Dorrie watched his big prick sway back and forth. My God! she thought. Are all men that big? Or just the men in my family? Inwardly, Dorrie secretly wished that all men were that big, or at least the ones that she got to fuck. Unless, of course, she could fuck her brother or her father?
Again, Dorrie was filled with misgivings about her feelings and this new fascination with her male relatives. Maybe she just ought to discuss this with Reverend Masters. Yeah, that was it. She would discuss this with the family minister. But Dorrie would have to get to that later. Right now, she had more interesting things on her mind.
By now, both people were in the shower, and Alice was continuing her slave ministrations. It had become obvious to Dorrie why the Penningtons looked forward to their Saturday tennis wars, and why they both fought so hard to win. The loser had to spend the rest of the morning as the very special love slave of the winner! And this morning, Alice had lost. Dorrie also realized that the loser in this game still won-if being the loser meant getting fucked a lot. And that seemed to be on today's menu.
Alice was working on Martin's back. She had lathered his shoulders and back with a large soapy wash cloth. Now she worked her way down his body, over his ass and down his legs. She worked smoothly and languidly in a way that made it obvious she had done this before. It was also obvious that she was enjoying the slave labor. Rinsing his back, Alice turned her attention to Martin's front. Again, starting at his neck, she worked the lather into the muscles of his shoulders and across his hairy chest. Pausing to tickle his tiny nipples, she applied the foam down across his flat, washboard stomach and finally down into his tangled mass of pubic hair.
Martin's big beautiful cock still stood massively erect and proud as it glistened in the cascade of hot, steaming water from the shower-head. It briefly disappeared from Dorrie's sight as Alice covered it with the soapy cloth and slowly stroked it in long, sensuous cleansing movements. Dropping to her knees, Alice continued her lascivious laving down Martin's legs to his ankles and his feet. Dorrie watched as she lovingly washed each of Martin's feet and his toes-kneeling helplessly in front of the man in a gesture of complete submission.
After a moment in this position, Alice returned her attention to Martin's midsection. First, she cupped his big scrotal sac in both her hands. Very gently, she massaged and rolled the balls in her palms. As she did so, Alice leaned forward and pressed her face against his towering prick. She rubbed her face back and forth on the massive pussy pleaser, bringing her cheeks, her nose and her lips back and forth across its veined underside. Eventually, she lifted her body just enough to bring her lips to the big, purplish cockhead.
As Dorrie watched in fascination, Alice pursed her lips and kissed the tip of his prick. The kiss expanded as Alice opened her lips more and more and took the entire cockhead into her mouth. Dorrie watched the older woman's mouth stretch to get it all in!
God! What that must feel like! she thought. And, I wonder how he tastes. I'll never be able to eat a polish sausage again without thinking of this.
As the shower continued to spray on both bodies, Alice took more of the huge cock into her mouth. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, consuming another few inches of the wonderful thing with each stroke. Martin rested both hands on the top of her head and seemed to be controlling her face-fucking motion. Each time she leaned into his crotch, he pushed downward and more of his cock disappeared into Alice's mouth and throat.
While Dorrie watched in fascination, her mother continued to swallow more of the huge snake-like creature!
"I wonder how she does that," Dorrie whispered. "How can she breathe and suck on that huge thing at the same time?"
Somehow, Alice was managing to do so, and she appeared to be enjoying the effort. As she worked at consuming the entire thing, her hands worked on Martin's balls and his ass. One hand cupped and rolled the balls while the other hand had stolen around behind. At first, it just stroked up and down his ass cheeks, and then the hand became stationary as Alice's fingers appeared to be seeking entrance to his asshole.
With this triple assault, Martin had started rocking his pelvis back and forth in time to Alice's sucking, bobbing head movements. His hands still in her hair, he controlled the tempo of the sexual dance. Dorrie watched his face change expression and assume a blank, faraway stare as he neared his explosion. Dorrie tensed as she saw it coming. Should she cry out to warn her Mother? Could Mom suck all that massive cock and still swallow the eruptions of cum that was just about to shoot into her throat? Dorrie realized that she could not utter a sound as she watched the fascinating scene.
Suddenly, Martin slammed his cock forward, pushing the entire thing into Alice's throat. Her face was now flush against his pubic hair, and her throat muscles continued to work, spasmodically grasping the massive tool that was now spurting its load into her. Martin stood in a rigid stance, holding Alice's head in his hands, grinding her face into his crotch as his dick continued to shoot spurts of cum.
At last, Martin relaxed and sank back against the shower wall. His long, slippery dick slid out of Alice's still working, sucking mouth. As it slid out, she carefully sucked it clean! As if the cum were some precious liquid, she did not allow a single drop to escape.
Afterward, Alice again lathered Martin's dick and balls with a soapy cloth. She then carefully rinsed his body free of all the soap before quickly soaping and rinsing herself. As soon as her quick cleansing was over, she turned off the streaming water and slid the glass doors back.
As Martin stepped from the shower stall, Alice lifted a large, terry cloth towel from the bathroom closet. She thoroughly dried Martin all over, again slowly and seductively rubbing and massaging his entire body. Dorrie observed that the older woman was especially tender and loving with his cock and balls.
As Alice toweled herself dry, Martin walked back into the bedroom and lay on the huge bed. Dorrie breathed a small prayer of thanks when her mother left the bathroom doors open as she, also, crossed over to join him. Obviously, it was time for round two.
For several minutes, the couple lay in a relaxed cuddle on the big bed. Martin lay on his back, with Alice reclining on his left shoulder and arm. Turned in toward his body, her big, pointed tits pushed into Martin's side and chest. Dorrie could tell that her mother was still very much excited by the way her nipples crinkled and pointed outward like small bullets.
As Martin continued to lay supine, Alice levered herself up and leaned across his body. Her hair hung down over the lower part of his face and his shoulders as Alice nibbled and licked up under his chin and down into his throat. With her massive breasts rubbing over his chest and abdomen, she worked her way down his chest with small, quick licks and tiny bites. Dorrie was surprised when she saw the woman nibble and then suck on Martin's tiny nipples. Just like a woman's, they immediately erected, and the smile on his face was proof that Martin was evidently immensely enjoying the sensation. Dorrie added this tidbit to her growing sexual knowledge bank. A guy's nipples are sensitive too! Guys actually liked to be sucked-someplace other than their cocks! This was getting to be quite a learning experience for the innocent young woman.
While she was thinking and taking mental notes, her mother was working. She didn't return to sucking Martin's prick. Instead, she now lay fully atop his body and rubbed her soft, fragrant tits and belly all over his. Her lips were busy giving tiny, rapid kisses on Martin's lips, his nose, his eyelids, and then his ear lobes. In the meantime, Alice's ass bobbed and swayed as she slithered her pussy around his pubic area. Between her mother's legs, Dorrie could see that the action was working. Already, the monster was awakening. Her father's cock grew fatter and longer as it stiffened and straightened and pointed up along his belly.
"Roll over," Martin ordered. "It's time to fuck. And I'm gonna pound your beautiful ass into the mattress.
"Anytime," Alice replied as she rolled off and immediately spread her legs. "Just don't stop pounding. I'm so fucking hot that I can't stand it."
Martin briefly knelt between her spread legs and rubbed her soaking pussy. Then he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked the juice off with an exaggerated smile. "Nothing like fresh pussy juice in the morning," he said. Reaching up Alice's body, he grasped her big tits and squeezed them, pushing up on the erect nipples from below. While he fondled her boobs, he maneuvered his cock until it was just against her open cunt lips. With a small whisper, Alice pushed her pussy forward to try and capture the massive tool.
In a smooth fluid motion, Martin thrust forward, spearing his big dick all the way into the waiting cunt. Dorrie could hear the slap of flesh coming together and a squishing sound as the wet, hungry pussy was filled to the brim. She saw the muscles in Martin's ass cheeks as he thrust as hard as possible into the squirming woman. Alice's low, throaty moan was clearly audible to Dorrie's ears. And it continued as he started a rapid pounding rhythm, bringing his cock almost all the way out of the woman's pussy and then slamming it forward to bury it to the hilt. With each thrust, Alice moaned excitedly.
"Uunnh, uunnh, uunnh," she whimpered. "Oh, God, Yeah! That feels so fucking good. So fucking good. Don't stop. Please don't ever stop. Oh yeah!"
Dorrie remembered to look tot he side mirror for a different perspective. In the mirror, she could see the couple from the side. She saw Martin's ass pumping up and down, up and down, up and down, slamming his cock forward and down into the grasping, sucking hole. As he pulled back for each stroke, Dorrie could see cunt juice coating the huge pole.
"Oh, that looks so damn good!" Dorrie chanted to herself. "So damn good, so damn good."
As she watched, the fingers of one hand clutched at her straining titty while the other massaged her own pussy lips and teased the tiny clitoris. "Oh, yeah, Dad. Fuck her while we all cum."
Martin shifted on the woman's body without ever missing a stroke. He took Alice's left nipple in his mouth and sucked it. As he pounded her pussy, he bit down slightly into the tit flesh and sucked harder. Alice loved to have her big tits sucked while she was getting fucked! And the harder the better! From long experience, Martin could tell when she was getting ready to cum, and he knew just what to do. As Alice's orgasm started, he sucked the soft, springy tit and pounded his cock furiously into her cunt.
As she spasmed out of control, Alice wrapped her legs tightly around Martin's ass and thighs. Squeezing him with her dancer's legs, she arched her back and pushed her pelvis forward, grinding her pussy upward into the pumping pole. She grabbed the short hair on the back of his neck with one hand while the other strained and pulled on the headboard of the bed. Her head snapped back and her chin thrust forward as she let out a long, low moan.
As Alice started her gasping ride toward her own fulfillment, Martin could feel the pressure in his own cock build past the bursting point yet again. Even though he had shot his load of hot cum down Alice's gulping throat some twenty minutes before, he was going to cum again. The second cum of a day was always better, as he had more time and less immediate and intense pressure. He felt this one start deep within the base of his cock, down near where his balls were connected to his body. As the balls slapped against Alice's ass, the eruption flowed up the cock base, up the shaft, and out through the cockhead. The head itself was fiery hot, a pulsing, burning focus for his entire being.
Next door, Dorrie sank back against her sink and let the wave of her own orgasm flood over
CHAPTER FOUR
Over the next several weeks, Dorrie was treated to multiple repetitions of the sexual drama enacted between her parents after each Saturday tennis session. She occasionally tried to catch some of the night fucking which she now knew took place several times each week. However, her parents seemed to be content to screw in the dark, and she was denied these extra helpings.
The Saturday morning stuff was plenty, though. It seemed that every time they returned home for their fun time, they had a new wrinkle or a new variation to try.
Maybe that's why they do it so much, she thought. They keep it new and exciting all the time.
On the third time that Dorrie spied on the sweet contest, she was treated to a role reversal. Mrs. Pennington had obviously won the tennis match, and she was ready for the tender, loving care of her own personal and devoted love slave; someone who was all massively horny male, and who was now utterly and completely at her beck and call.
As Dorrie took her accustomed place at her spy hole, Alice Pennington was just ordering her husband to assume his proper role. Again, Dorrie was surprised to note how quickly her father dropped his normally strong, almost dominating personality and adopted the submissive, love slave persona.
"Start my bath," Alice ordered imperiously, and Martin hurried to do so.
Starting hot water flowing into the large Roman tub, he carefully adjusted the temperature and then added a generous helping of bath oil and bubble bath. He made sure that the tub was filling properly and then returned to the bedroom, where Alice stood waiting.
"While the tub is filling, I want you to undress me," she told the waiting man. "But first, get yourself ready. Get out of those clothes."
Martin quickly stripped off his pullover and dropped his shorts. "No striptease this time," muttered Dorrie from the secrecy of her own bedroom. She felt a little pang of disappointment tempered with excitement.
Martin now stood in just his jock strap, and as he lifted his hands to slide that down, Alice stopped him.
"No. Leave that for now," she ordered him. "I want your cock under control for a while."
Alice glanced to one side to get the mirror's front perspective. For some reason, the constriction of the snug jock strap made Martin even sexier. The small garment completely confined his large cock and his balls. Even though the beautiful cock was still limp the jock swelled out in a large, alluring lump that held Dorrie's fascinated attention.
"I wonder why being held so tight like that doesn't hurt them," she whispered. "Maybe it feels like a tight bra does sometimes around my titties." As she said this, the darling young girl was rubbing and fondling her luscious tits. Already, the little nipples were stiff and rigidly pointing straight ahead. The pink circles surrounding them were puckered and made the tiny buds more prominent.
In the other room, the action was just starting to warm up. In response to Alice's command, Martin had started to remove her clothing. He started with the blouse, quickly opening the buttons.
"Not so fast," Alice ordered him. "I want you to go slowly and make me enjoy being stripped naked. Take your time, and remember that it is your responsibility to make me feel as wonderful as possible. If you do a really good job, I might even let you fuck me."
Martin slowed his attack and slowly opened the rest of the buttons. As he finished with the last button, the blouse gaped open and Alice's bra-constrained boobs bounced forward.
"Damn," thought Dorrie. "I even get off looking at my mom's big tits."
Martin removed the blouse and then turned his attention to the skirt. He opened the catch in back and slowly slid the zipper down. As the skirt opened, he slid both hands down the woman's body with the skirt. Starting at the waist, he slowly ran his hands over her flaring hips and down her long, tapering legs. As he neared Alice's knees, he slipped his hands around her so he could run them over her magnificent, arched calves.
As Alice raised first one foot and then the other, he slipped the skirt off and tossed it away. While kneeling at her feet, he slowly removed each shoe and the athletic socks.
"While you're down there," Alice said, "kiss my feet."
The tone she used indicated that she was not joking. Neither was Martin as he obeyed her orders and reverently kissed first one and then the other beautifully shaped foot. As Dorrie watched in spellbound fascination, he then licked across the tops and into the spaces between her toes with his tongue. Alice moaned very slightly and her eyes slitted in pleasure at the intensely erotic sensation.
Martin remained on his knees but straightened his back. Now with his face just in front of her crotch, he slowly retraced his earlier route down Alice's body. His hands moved slowly up the smoothly muscled legs until they cupped her fantastic ass. Alice's vee-shaped bikini panty left her ass cheeks uncovered, and now Martin's hands covered them completely. The tips of the fingers of both hands curved inward into the magic space between her legs. Just barely, his fingertips brushed against the damp pussy nestled there.
While still on his knees, Martin shifted his hands until they grasped the top of the bikini panty. Slowly, he pulled the tiny garment down the long legged journey toward the floor. As he pulled the flimsy thing away from the crotch, he leaned forward and pressed his face against the silky mound. He held this position, rubbing his face back and forth, until he had completely removed the panty.
Rising, Martin lifted his hands and slid them up Alice's back until he reached her bra strap. One catch at a time, he slowly released the four catches. As the last one was opened, the woman's huge tits sprang forward. Martin removed and then dropped the bra on the floor where the discarded clothing was piling up.
Placing both hands on her belly underneath the delightfully dangling fruits, he again slowly slid his hands upward until each hand cupped a massive tit. Rotating his hands slightly, he brought each thumb into position over the corresponding nipple. Already, the nipples were erect and proud. Each one looked as if it protruded outward at least on inch and seemed to throb as he massaged them. Placing a thumb firmly on each bud, he rotated them and then pushed them back into the soft, surrounding tit flesh. Again, Alice moaned and half-closed her eyes in pleasure.
After a few moments in this position, Martin broke away. "Your bath is ready," he stated, and as Dorrie shifted her gaze, she saw that the huge tub was filled with steaming water covered in billowing bubbles and foam.
Alice entered the bathroom and slowly lowered herself into the huge marble tub. One end of the Roman-style tub was slanted so that she could lay back with just her head above the steaming water. She relaxed back into the foaming mixture, and her magnificent tits floated up until the big, brown nipples were protruding out of the water and sticking up into the bubbles. All the while, Martin knelt at the side of the tub, waiting patiently.
"Wash me please," Alice requested. "And be very thorough."
Martin leaned over the tub and slipped his arms down into the bath. As he applied the soapy bath cloth to her sensuously slippery skin, Dorrie looked down at his jock strap-covered cock. Although the tough elastic material still covered the huge tool, it now bulged and strained at the seams. Martin's big prick was still held down over his balls, but it had now become much larger as the flow of blood rushed into and swelled it to several times its normal, unexcited, size.
To Dorrie, it seemed to continue to grow and strain against its captivity as she slathered the soapy cloth over the reclining beauty. He worked his way up her legs and, avoiding the crotch for the moment, he lovingly caressed the cloth around each floating mass of tit flesh. Again, he tickled the stiff nipples with his thumbs as she moved his hands past them.
Completing Alice's upper body, Martin returned his arms to the depths of the bath. Reaching down, he slipped his soapy hands under her magnificent ass and lifted slightly until she floated upward into his support. Holding her floating body up with one hand, he applied his other to the exposed nether regions. First, he rubbed along the crack of Alice's ass, his wet, slippery hand sliding along the wonderfully smooth skin. Then, stopping at Alice's asshole, he played with the sensitive rose bud opening. For minutes, he tickled and teased the tight little orifice as Alice squirmed and wriggled in pleasure. Finally, he slipped one finger through the sphincter and plunged the digit fully inside. As he did so, Alice stiffened slightly and then relaxed back against the slanted side of the tub.
For several minutes more, Martin continued his gentle action, pumping his finger deeply into her ass and then withdrawing it almost to the end. In and out, in and out as Alice relaxed and floated in bobbing rhythm to the underwater action. Then, with a small sigh from the lovely woman, he slipped the pumping finger out of the clasping hole.
With only slight hesitation, Martin shifted his underwater attention to Alice's other hidden hole. He cupped her pubic mound with the heel of his hand resting on the hair-covered fleshy cushion. From this position, his fingers and thumb dangled down along the sides of the cunt lips and covered the entire sex hole. Again, his slippery soap-covered fingers rubbed along the outer lips, first just slipping back and forth and then pulling and tugging slightly as he pulled them out and open.
Into the slippery hole, Martin now slipped first one and then two invading fingers. The two middle fingers on his right hand thrust deeply into the writhing woman's cunt and his right thumb slid back up and attacked the now exposed clitoris. Rapidly, he pumped his fingers into the squirming woman and massaged her budding joy button. In the meantime, his left hand had moved up to one of her tits. He squeezed and kneaded the slippery ma'am as his other hand continued to finger-fuck his wife's pussy.
After less than a minute of Martin's furious finger-fucking, Alice stiffened in the first throes of her coming orgasm. Her eyes screwed tightly shut and her back arched as she squeezed her legs together, trapping Martin's hand with her crotch. Twice, then three times, she jerked and spasmed against his fingers before she again relaxed back into the tub.
"Urn, that was good," she drawled and looked up at Martin. "Good for openers, but I think that I'll want a little more before I let you fuck me."
Alice stood up and stepped out of the tub. As she did so, Martin fetched the large bath towel he had laid out earlier and dried her thoroughly. Starting at the back of her neck, he worked the soft terry cloth slowly down her body, rubbing each little nook and cranny until he had reached her ankles and feet. Alice turned and let him dry the front of her beautiful body. Again, Martin slowly worked his way deliciously down Alice's marvelous hills and valleys.
"Wash yourself and join me on the bed," she ordered. Leaving Martin alone in the steamy bathroom, she walked across the master bedroom suite and reclined on her back on the huge, king-sized bed. Her head and shoulders rested on large, overstuffed pillows.
Martin quickly slipped the confining jock strap off and stepped into the shower. Dorrie watched his monstrous cock spring free and stand proudly erect as he removed the elastic band and pouch. She noticed that the tip of his penis was wet with a fine, oily sheen. As she stared, she licked her lips and imagined what the oil would taste like.
Martin showered quickly and toweled himself dry. When he stepped from the shower, his prick still towered vertically from the mass of his pubic curls. It bobbed and swayed back and forth as she left the bathroom and strode across the bedroom carpet toward the bed and his waiting mistress.
As Martin approached the bed, Alice slipped down from where she was lying on the big pillows and rolled over onto her belly. This motion brought the flesh of her ass into prominent display. It swelled invitingly as the flesh flared widely into two half-moon globes. Her long legs focused all attention in toward their joining. Here, a dark, inviting triangle with a little fringe of brown pubic hair lining it, peeked through as Alice spread her legs just slightly.
"I'm ready for my massage now," she informed him. "I'm all tight and tense from my game-which I'm sure that you remember I won four sets to two! Massage my tired muscles and make me feel better."
Kneeling on the bed beside his mistress of the morning, Martin spread his large hands on her neck and shoulders. With a gentle but firm massaging motion, he worked on the knotted muscles buried under the alabaster-smooth skin. Without any particular haste, he worked his way down the woman's back and across her narrow waist. With a continuous kneading motion, his powerful hands worked and gently twisted the beautiful, pliable flesh.
As he approached Alice's ass, Martin shifted his position on the bed, bringing him into a direct frontal exposure to Dome's prying eyes. From the center of his crouching stance, his fully erect prick stood and pointed toward her hiding place.
Just like Matt's that first time, she thought to herself. I wonder what it looks like when it goes off. Right now, it looks like it's ready to explode, it so damn big and red.
Meanwhile, Martin massaged Alice's luscious ass cheeks and ever so gently slipped the two middle fingers of his right hand down the beautiful cleavage. He rubbed them along Alice's crack and then down along her cunt. Almost reluctantly, he retraced the path and then firmly squeezed the big ass cheeks before continuing the long sensuous massage.
Working his way down along her beautiful legs, Martin massaged in long, luxurious strokes, starting at the top of her butt and working down to he back of Alice's knees. Then, bending down even more, he shifted his hands further down along her calves. While his hands worked on the firm calf muscles, Martin very slowly ran his tongue along the tender flesh at the back of her right knee.
Dorrie saw her mother stiffen and heard the sharp intake of her breath as the surprising sensation took her by surprise.
"Um. Nice. Very nice," she purred.
Martin continued his massage of his mistress' lower legs and feet. Dorrie watched spellbound as he gently manipulated the beautiful feet. Then, shifting again on the bed, he lowered his head again and licked along the inside of one arch. The woman trembled and the luscious flesh of her beautiful ass jiggled and bounced. Watching from her spy hole, Dorrie was again amazed to discover the effects that her father's stimulation was having. Of course, Dorrie knew that playing with a woman's tits and ass would get her hot, but it was revealing to see how licking and petting other places could have such an effect.
Maybe I can find out for myself soon, she thought. Again, brief flashes doing with Matt what she watched her parents doing ran through her mind. Then she briefly imagined her father replacing Matt. She saw herself spread out on the huge bed with first one and then the other of the men in her family working on her writhing body.
My God! I wonder what Reverend Masters would think of my day dreams, she thought. He would probably tell me that I'm committing some unforgivable sin.
By now, Alice had rolled over onto her back, and Martin was starting to work on the front of her voluptuous naked body. Starting at the feet, he quickly worked his way up along her legs and kneaded the flesh of her beautiful thighs. He slipped his hands quickly past her crotch and continued up across her flat belly. Finally, he reached the big boobs that now lay slightly flattened. The wonderful mounds rose from her chest like two twin peaks; the nipples of each representing the mountain tops. It was on these that Martin finally focused his attention. He grasped one nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. Gently, he pulled them out and up while rolling and twisting. Alice's back arched slightly as she responded, pushing her tits forward into his grasp.
For several minutes, Martin squeezed and kneaded the springy tit flesh. Then he lowered his mouth to one of the protruding nipples and sucked it deeply into his mouth. Continuing a deep, strong suction, he simultaneously ran his darting tongue back and forth across the burning nipple. Dorrie watched Alice squirm and press her breast up and into the man's face as she reacted to his furious sucking manipulations. Alice's breath was more rapid and her eyes were slitted almost closed. Her hands clutched the sheets on each side of her body, and her legs slid slightly wider apart.
Then Alice's hands were on the top of Martin's head, entwined in his thick black hair. With pressure that was not quite gentle, she pushed down until his mouth was forced away from the delicious tit. Dorrie could hear a slurping, popping sound as the nipple was finally pulled free. In the meantime, Alice's legs had spread widely, revealing her open crotch. Crowned by a bush of honey-brown pubic curls, the beautiful valley led down to her hungry pussy. The outer labia were puffed and colored a dark, reddish brown. The lips seemed to pout in impatience as they waited for attention.
The end result of Alice's pushing action was to bring Martin's face directly down to her waiting cunt. Shifting again on the bed, Martin now lay between the woman's legs. His hands rested under her ass cheeks, and he lifted her butt slightly and repositioned her. Then, lowering his head, he gently kissed and licked along the luscious lips.
Moving slowly, Martin ran his tongue up and down the line of her cunt until, finally, he puckered his mouth and pulled the pouting pussy petals into it. Holding her pussy lips with his own oral lips, he flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth across the unbelievably sensitive membranes. Alice was going wild as he thrilled her in this manner. Her back sank into the bed as she thrust her pelvis forward in an attempt to get more of her pussy into the marvelous mouth that was now driving her insane. Her ass clenched, and she bucked up and down. All the time, Martin continued his loving pursuit.
Gripping tightly on Alice's ass, Martin dug his fingers deeply into her flesh. He spread her wider as he released the tiny pussy lips and thrust his tongue directly into the cunt. like a small prick, his tongue went as deeply into the nearly steaming hole as it could. Then he curled the tip back slightly as he slowly thrust in and out.
"Again, the results of his oral manipulations were spectacular. Alice had released his hair and now firmly grasped the headboard of he big bed. She clutched it with all her strength and levered her body so she could push her pussy harder into the sucking, probing source of extreme pleasure.
Again, Martin shifted his attention. Slipping his tongue from her cunt canal, he brought it up along her labia until he found the magic joy buzzer of her little hidden clitoris. At first, he teased the tiny button by nipping back and forth across it with his tongue tip. Then, he pressed forward and covered the clit with his whole tongue. Working his tongue up and down, he massaged and manipulated the little bud in long loving strokes until Alice could stand it no longer.
Her orgasm hit with sudden and uncontrollable force. Her body stiffened with sudden rigidity as all her muscles quivered and jerked spasmodically. Her legs first went rigid and then her feet beat out a staccato rhythm alongside Martin's body on the bed. Her pelvis pushed forward and up again, forcing her cunt hard against Martin's face. Finally, after a series of short quivering jerks, she started to relax.
But now Martin's waiting was over. As the satiated woman sank back, he lifted his body up from between her legs. Moving forward just slightly, he was now in perfect position atop the helpless beauty. His huge penis slid forward until the engorged head rested in the notch formed by the joining of Alice's legs. His cockhead nudged apart the pussy lips, and the glistening tip thrust into the waiting opening.
For a brief moment, Martin held this position; his prick tip just barely inside the gaping cunt as he brought his pussy-smeared face down to Alice's outstanding mammaries. Sucking one of the rigid nipples deeply into his hungry mouth, he bit down very slightly on the surrounding tit-flesh. Then he suddenly shoved forward. His entire nine-inch cock buried itself inside Alice's hot gash.
Martin's balls slapped against his wife's ass as he plunged his dick as hard as possible into the helpless woman. She instantly bucked her crotch forward to meet him and wrapped her legs around the man's ass.
"Oh, God, yes!" she screamed loudly. "Fuck me now. Fuck me hard!"
For several furious minutes, the couple was lost in the throes of wild abandon. Martin slammed his hard dick repeatedly into the hot, wet pussy, and she responded to each stroke with an answering up-thrust of her own. In and out, in and out, the big prick slammed forward, sank deeply into her depths and then recoiled as he pulled back for the next stroke. In and out, in and out it thrust, and the writhing, twisting, grasping woman loved it and responded with matching fucking motions of her own. Martin had finally released Alice's tit, and now he had glued his mouth firmly over hers. Furiously, his tongue pumped into her mouth in time with his cock thrusting into and out of her cunt. Just as furiously, her tongue answered his, and they grappled and twisted together.
As Dorrie watched the spectacular fuck scene, it suddenly came to an end. Nearly simultaneously, the writhing couple reached the end of their long-burning fuses. Martin felt the cum start to rocket out of his cock shaft in the first huge spurt. As it built up and fired out, he slammed down and forward to bury his load as deeply as possible in the sucking pussy. This time, he did not pull back, but pressed down and ground his cock into the grasping cunt. His hot semen spurted into the woman's depths and triggered her own explosive orgasm. As the cum filled her, she spasmed in climax.
"My God," Dorrie whispered to herself. "I wish I could find a way to get him to fuck me like that."
CHAPTER FIVE
Over the next several weeks, Dorrie hardly ever missed her special Saturday morning sex education class as she spied on her parents in their fun and games. She became quite familiar with all the various positions that people can use for mutual pleasure and gratification. In addition, she came to understand, through her close observations, the many ways two people can stimulate and bring ecstasy to themselves and each other.
She watched as her mother and father alternately sucked each other to repeated orgasms. She watched them fucking in a myriad of positions and contortions. She especially liked to watch them fucking in doggie-style. Her very active imagination quickly assessed the feeling of the woman in this position.
It must feel like you're totally helpless, totally in his absolute control when he's behind you and holding you, and driving that big, juicy cock into you in any way that he wants, she thought to herself. Indeed, the few times that she had been lucky enough to see it, it was obvious that Alice enjoyed it as Martin pounded her pussy from behind. He would grasp her hips in his powerful hands and hold her ass exactly where he wanted it as he speared into her. Occasionally, he would lean over and grab Alice's big, dangling boobs and squeeze them.
Invariably, Dorrie would cream her own tight little panties as she watched. The crotch would quickly become soaking wet, and she would frig herself into a shuddering climax as she imagined that it was she who was being dominated and controlled while being fucked from behind. As always, it was her father who fucked her this way. More and more, she was obsessed with the thoughts of sex with her father-or with her brother, Matt.
Several times Dorrie resolved to put these thoughts out of her mind. She would stop peeking into her parent's privacy. She would not think of Daddy's big cock. Maybe she could even cultivate a healthy interest in guys her own agemaybe even get herself fucked by one of them!
Somehow, her resolutions never quite worked, however. First of all, the guys her age weren't men like Dad or Matt. Not with big, juicy, powerful pricks that Dorrie knew that she would just love-if she could ever get one of them. And as far as staying away from her spy game, Dorrie found that impossible. She was always there glued to the spy lens as soon as the action started. Meanwhile, she enjoyed her Saturday mornings, secretly pined away for her father to fuck her, and worried herself about the entire situation.
The Penningtons had not been fanatically religious; however, they had always made it a point to attend church services with their children. So, both Matt and Young Dorrie grew up in a quiet, but very firmly rooted ethical belief system and with the knowledge that their Minister could and would be able to help them to work out any problems. And now these new thoughts and yearnings seemed so much like some kind of sin that she resolved to talk with him about them and maybe get his help in working them out.
In the meantime, she realized, she was just waiting for Matt to get home from college.
Early in June, Matt arrived home from school, and for days on end, Dorrie was deliciously happy. She didn't think about sex at first. She was just happy to bask in Matt's bossy, noisy presence and to follow him around.
Dorrie again helped Matt with his early morning workouts. Now she counted the exercises and coached him through the routines.
She even joined him on the five-mile runs that helped him to maintain his great stamina. Once or twice during the run, Dorrie wondered just what forms of stamina the running helped with. Did it help him with his sexual staying power? How long could big Matt be able to keep fucking?
Her good intentions didn't last in the face of daily exposure to Matt's good looks and great physique. Again, Dorrie found herself daydreaming about sucking and fucking, but now her dream lovers alternated between Dad and Matt. Every night, she now found herself back at one of her spy holes, hoping for a chance to see one of their magnificent cocks.
One weekday afternoon, Alice had gone out and Dorrie was home alone. Matt suddenly returned from an afternoon date with a friend from college. He introduced Dorrie to a beautiful brunette named Linda.
"Lin and I dated a little up in Tallahassee," he told her, "and I invited her over for a swim." The backyard of the Pennington's house was graced with a large, kidney-shaped swimming pool-as were most of the houses in the Florida suburb. Dorrie graciously greeted the lovely visitor and told her to make herself at home.
As Dorrie returned to her sunbathing, she surreptitiously studied the newcomer from under her sunglasses. As she slipped off her sundress, the young woman revealed a statuesque figure in a tiny thong bikini. Dorrie quietly sucked in her breath and pretended not to notice the big, firm, tanned tits that thrust proudly forward. The tiny triangles of cloth that represented a swimsuit top barely covered the girl's nipples and areolae. The huge tits apparently didn't need support, however, as they stood almost straight out from the dark-haired girl's chest.
My God! Dorrie thought to herself. It's pretty obvious what Matt sees in her!
Below, the bright green bikini bottom completely disappeared in the lovely girl's crack. Her hips flared outward from a tiny waist to a beautiful, creamy brown ass that was completely open to the casual observer. And, as Dorrie noted, Matt was a not so casual observer. For the first time, Dorrie felt a sharp pang of jealousy.
Of course, she knew that Matt dated girls at school. He probably fucked some of them. With his looks and his body, girls should have been easy prey. Dorrie did not want one of them coming here, however. This was her turf and she did not want the newcomer around!
The longer she lay in the sun and thought about the frolicking couple in the swimming pool, the more jealous and upset Dorrie became. Finally, she decided that at least she did not have to lay still and watch Matt drool over the luscious babe.
Finally, Dorrie said she was getting too much sun and left the couple alone at the pool. Entering the house, she ran up to her bedroom and threw herself on the bed. She steadfastly resisted the urge to watch them from an upstairs window. She realized that her jealousy was not realistic, but she wanted Matt, and she didn't want him wasting time with some other woman. Especially a knockout sexpot.
After a half-hour or so, Dorrie heard the couple laughing and talking quietly as they reached the top of the stairs and entered the upstairs hallway. Apparently, Matt was bringing the dark-haired bomb-shell up to his room!
"Isn't your sister up here?" she heard Linda ask. "Won't she hear us?"
"Don't worry," Matt replied. "We'll sneak into Mom and Dad's room. It's across the hallway from Dorrie. She'll never know that we're anywhere around."
Immediately, Dorrie knew what was happening. Matt was bringing the beautiful siren upstairs for sex. And the sneaker was going to use their parent's bedroom to do it in! Well, little did he know that Dorrie had even better access to that room! Maybe she could cook up a little surprise.
As Dorrie slipped into the bathroom to use the spy hole, the couple entered the bedroom. Immediately, Matt grabbed the beautiful girl and hungrily covered her mouth with his own. As her lips parted, he jabbed his tongue deep inside her mouth. His hands immediately grabbed the big boobs and slipped the tiny bathing suit top aside. The girl's gorgeous tits were tanned a golden deep brown all over, and the dark circles around her nipples stood out in almost black contrast. The big nipples were long and pronounced as they speared into Matt's squeezing palms.
Breaking the passionate kiss, Matt said, "Oh Lin! I've missed you so damn much! I've been about to go crazy, I'm so fucking horny!"
"I know, lover, I've missed your big cock and your great fucks, too," Linda replied while continuing to rub her hot tits and her thinly covered crotch against him. "So let's get on with it! I'm hot as a firecracker and I want to go off!"
Quickly, Matt stripped the generously endowed girl. He had already pushed the bikini top out of the way, and now he simply reached behind and released the string holding the cups in place. As the top dropped to the floor, Matt pushed the bikini thong bottom down until it too slipped to the floor. Within a matter of seconds, Linda stood completely naked in front of him.
Dorrie had to admit that he girl was absolutely gorgeous! She had long, jet-black hair that hung straight down her back nearly to her waist. It framed a classically featured face, with black arched eyebrows over flashing eyes. Her nose was straight and narrow, but her best feature were her thick, eternally pouting lips that shouted sensuality. Her neck was long and graceful and, like the rest of the entire body, was tanned a deep golden brown. Below that, things got really interesting.
The girl's breasts were conical mounds that stuck almost straight out from her chest. Despite their huge size and obvious weight, they hardly sagged at all. As she moved, they swayed and bobbed in a delightfully beautiful motion.
II looks as if they have springs inside, thought Dorrie. Damn, now I have even more reason to be jealous!
At the tips of the huge tits, the flesh surrounding Linda's nipples was very dark brown and became heavily puckered as her excitement rose. The circles were over two inches in diameter and were like twin spotlights gleaming on the end of the swaying mounds. Within the circles, her nipples stuck out and slightly up. Again, Dorrie was impressed.
"That big and they still point up!" she whispered. "She's gonna be awful hard to beat."
Below the magnificent mammaries, the girl's waist pinched in sharply and her hips flared out into a big, gorgeous ass. Even then, the beauty went on and on as her long, luscious legs tapered down in perfect symmetry to sharply outlined calves and tiny, shapely feet.
"Well, at least Matt's fucking something good," conceded a distraught Dorrie. "Maybe I can learn something good here and still find a way to get an advantage."
In the meantime, Matt had been busy. Stepping back from the woman, he had slipped his bathing suit and jock strap off. The suit came off easily, but Matt had some trouble disengaging his big hard-on from the confining elastic garment. For a minute, Dorrie thought that he would hurt the big tool as he pulled the tight thing away and tossed it to the pile of clothes on the floor.
As Matt stepped closer to the girl, she knelt on the thick carpet and grabbed his rigid pecker. With no hesitation or shyness, she fastened her lips around the huge purple knob. For moments, it looked as if she were chewing on the cockhead as the girl worked her mouth up and down.
Dorrie saw a trickle of spit slip out of the corner of the sucking mouth and ooze down the rigid shaft. Resting his hands on the girl's shoulders, Matt leaned forward slightly to change the angle of his cock in her face. As he did so, she swallowed several more inches of the huge prick.
By now, half of the nine inches had disappeared into her sucking orifice. Slipping her hands up Matt's legs and grasping his ass cheeks, Linda twisted her head slightly and lowered her face again. With a little quick shove, Linda swallowed the massive tool all the way to the hairy base. From her vantage point, Dorrie saw the girl's throat muscles work as she deep-throated the wonderful cock.
Dome's quick mind again served her well. Weeks before she had toyed with the idea of capturing her parents' action on film. She had arranged a small camera her mother had given her one birthday so that it could shoot through her spy hole. Now she slipped it into place and carefully started to shoot the scene before her. At the time, she thought only to get some memorable photos for masturbation. Only later would she realize the value of her work.
Rocking back and forth, Linda continued to work her mouth and throat on Matt's slippery penis. She slipped one hand around from his ass and fondled his big balls. The statuesque couple remained locked in this face-fucking, cock-sucking embrace for what seemed to Dorrie like forever.
Finally, Linda broke the clinch first. She slowly drew her head back and let the long, slippery pussy snake slip from her mouth. Inch by delicious inch, it crept out of her mouth until at last, the big purple knob slipped free. The beautiful tool was spit-covered and rock-hard rigid. The cockhead looked even larger and hotter than ever. Still kneeling at his feet, Linda leaned forward and ran her tongue along the big prick from the base all the way up to the tip. As she reached the tip of his cock, a large drop of pre-cum oil oozed from the little slit. Linda eagerly licked this up and smiled.
Reaching down, Matt grasped her arms and hauled the girl to her feet. Quickly, he spun her around and then pushed her back down into a kneeling position. Now, however, she was facing away from Matt, who knelt on the carpet behind the luscious girl. Linda leaned over and lowered her huge tits and her beautiful face to the carpet. This motion exposed and emphasized her ass, and as she spread her legs, placed her open cunt in front of Matt's waiting cock.
He did not immediately take the waiting woman. Instead, he ran his big hands along her thighs and up to her open pussy. He ran the middle finger of both hands along the pouting pussy lips and then plunged them deeply inside the gaping hole. Linda bucked up and back, and let out a long, low moan as he penetrated her private place. The moan was one of pleasure and the entry welcome, as Dorrie could tell by the actions of the girl's squirming ass.
Removing his fingers, Matt pushed forward until his big prick pointed directly into the waiting hole. He pushed his cocktip into the socket formed by the outer pussy lips and, grasping Linda's hips on each side, held her in place as she tried to wriggle back onto the invading cock. Slowly, with insolent self-indulgence, Matt pushed just slightly into the girl's pussy and then pulled his prick almost completely out. He was teasing the pouting pussy with the tip of his big cock while the horny girl writhed and begged for him to fuck her.
"Now, Baby! Please fuck me! Now. Now. Please shove it into me. Let me have it! I need it so damn much!" Linda begged him helplessly.
Dorrie briefly felt sorry for the poor girl as she listened to the begging. But not for too long. How come it was Linda who was getting Matt's cock and not her? Let her beg all day, Dorrie thought.
Matt tired of teasing Linda. With a sudden shove, he buried his prick to the hilt in the hot, gaping pussy. As he rammed forward, Linda's face and tits were shoved into the floor, and she skidded forward on the carpet. Now, Matt assumed a steady pounding rhythm as he pumped his massive tool into the girl's cunt from the rear.
Again and again, he rammed forward and shoved himself as far into the soaking cunt as he could. His big balls swung with each stroke and slapped against Linda's ass. Harder and harder, Matt slammed into the girl. Each time Matt thrust forward, Linda shoved hard back against him. She was helping to embed the big pistoning pole as deeply into her as possible.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder! Harder! Harder!" Linda moaned. "Come on, fuck me with that big beautiful rod. Fuck me hard and pound my pussy until I cum!"
And it seemed that was exactly what Matt was intending to do. He pounded the grasping pussy until he felt Linda stiffen and shudder in involuntary bodily reaction as she started to cum. As if this were a signal that he had been waiting for, Matt slammed forward harder than ever before and, digging his fingers into her creamy flesh, pulled back sharply with his hands on the girl's ass cheeks. Holding this embrace with his nine-inch cock buried totally inside the girl's pussy, he shot his thick, hot semen deeply into her body.
As Matt rigidly held their bodies in this locked position and his straining cock continued to empty in long, hot spurts, he stared directly ahead into the open bathroom. His glazed eyes did not notice the tiny hole in the bathroom wall behind
CHAPTER SIX
After the episode watching Matt and Linda together, Dorrie became more concerned than ever. She now alternated between obsessive thoughts of sex with her older brother or her father.
Her mother noticed the funk and questioned her about it. "What's wrong, Dear?" she asked while they were alone together in the den. "You just don't seem to be yourself. You don't go out anymore, and you seem to be listless. Is something bothering you?"
Dorrie quickly responded, "No, Mom. I'm fine. I guess that I've just been under the weather a little lately. Really, I feel okay."
Mrs. Pennington felt her daughter's forehead and looked closely at her face. "Well, I guess that you don't have a fever or anything. Are you sure there isn't something bothering you?"
"Nope. Everything's fine." Dorrie repeated. "I'll get out some more. As a matter-of-fact, Reverend Masters has asked for some summer help at the church, working on some books and things. I'll give him a visit tomorrow."
The Reverend Jonathan Masters had been the pastor at their church for seven years. Now in his late thirties, he would be judged to be too young to lead a more conservative church. However, in the present environment, he was right at home. The congregation was generally young and mostly affluent. The upbeat, positive thinking approach that the young preacher brought to his work and his messages struck a chord with his flock. In particular, he was a big hit with the young people.
"Rev Jon" was a pal and a confidant as well as a confessor and counselor. He led the young adults in all their organized affairs, including campouts and beach cookouts. It was safe to say that he had developed a close relationship with them, and most came freely to him with their problems.
Accordingly, it was no surprise to Masters when Dorrie Pennington bounced into his study late in the afternoon. "A beautiful young woman, he reflected as he became aware of the very interesting motions under her light summer blouse. The thin garment barely contained two large, conical, fleshy mounds that seemed to want to bounce and wiggle free of their constraints. Obviously, Dorrie had blossomed, and had an outstanding figure.
Her blouse was tucked into incredibly snug white shorts that clung to the girl's ass and upper thighs. Normal dress for a Florida summer, but sometimes it could be incredibly arousing-even when the wearer was a member of a Minister's own congregation! And this was just such a time.
"Lord, keep me from improper thoughts," Masters quietly breathed. Even as he did so, his eyes quickly darted down past the shorts (with a brief stop at the invitingly emphasized crotch), along the girl's golden tanned legs. Her thighs were sensuously smooth, and even with his quick glance, he could see the tiny golden blonde hairs that were almost invisible on her upper legs. The legs tapered down past beautiful arched calves to her sneaker-covered feet.
"Come in, Dorrie. Come in!" he boomed out to the girl despite the fact that she was, indeed, already in his study. Masters made the young woman at ease next to him on the study sofa.
Masters had counseled Dorrie several times before in the private study. Always, she had brought problems that were somewhat trivial overall, but which had bothered her greatly. The young minister always listened somberly and quietly until she finished. Regardless of how small or unimportant the problems really were, he always addressed them with grave concern and dignity, which further endeared him to the listener. He really did care about his flock and he wanted to help in any way that he could.
Despite her confidence, it took her some time to finally get to the issues that were destroying her sleep and occupying almost all of her attention.
"Come on, Dorrie. What's really bothering you?" he asked. "Just relax and talk it out. You know that I will help you to work it out."
With this little encouragement, she finally opened up. She explained that she had been obsessed with thoughts of sex for some time, and that she spent almost all her time thinking about it and wondering what it would feel like and wanting to try it.
Although he kept his face passive, Masters smiled inwardly. Most young people about Dome's age became obsessed with thoughts of sex. And most of them worried about it. He had no doubts that he would be able to put her mind at ease.
As she continued, his confidence slopped slightly. Dorrie next explained that she masturbated while thinking of having sex with older men.
"How much older, Dorrie?" he asked. In the meantime, the Reverend had been suddenly reminded that this was a very desirable young woman sitting on the sofa just inches away from him. The talk of sex had stirred his libido, and his imagination had immediately taken over. He suddenly saw the colorful cotton blouse popping open and the girl's big tits springing free. He imagined her erect nipples pointing at him in open invitation.
Stop it! he ordered himself. Aloud, he said, "I'm sorry, dear. What did you say? I missed that."
"Well, one's almost my age, just about four years older. The other one's old enough to be my father," Dorrie stumbled at the last admission.
Masters cleared his throat and spoke. "You have to understand, my dear, that all young people fantasize-especially about this sort of thing. It isn't at all unusual for us to daydream and to think about some famous people, and to wish that we could be close to them. Your fantasies are nothing to worry about."
"But you don't understand," she almost wailed. "I don't dream about famous people or heroes. I think about having sex with my brother, Matt."
As she saw the shocked look on the Minister's face, Dorrie realized that she might as well reveal everything. "And that's not the worst thing. I dream about making it with my father."
To give the young preacher credit, he quickly mastered his consternation and continued to talk with the girl in a quiet, normal manner. Slowly, he drew out the details about her fantasies and her daydreams. It quickly became apparent that she was really obsessed with thoughts of incest. It was also obvious that her thoughts and desires were really causing her concern. He resolved to help-in whatever way he could.
"Dorrie, I'm gonna have to ask you some very personal questions. First of all, are you a virgin?"
Dorrie smiled at the man. "Yes, of course I'm a virgin. Several have tried to get me to go all the way, but really, I just don't seem to want of fuck anyone but my brother or my dad."
Suddenly, the young girl blushed bright red and covered her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say 'fuck'. Oops! I just said it again. Oh! I'm all confused."
Leaning over, Masters put his arm around the girl's shoulders and pulled her over to lean against him. With his other hand, he pulled her head down against his shoulder and rubbed the back of her head and neck. "Relax, dear. Just relax and stop worrying. Nobody ever got hurt by a word. Besides, I've heard that one many times."
With his comforting embrace and soothing tones, Dorrie finally relaxed and regained her composure. The hug felt so nice that she remained snuggled up against the man while they continued to talk.
After a lengthy discussion, Masters felt that he knew enough of Dorrie's problem to work on a solution. By posing the right questions, he eventually led her to a similar understanding.
"So my real problem is that my body is ready for sex while my mind is somehow caught up in an infatuation with the male members of my family?" she asked.
"That's pretty much right," Masters responded. "And it's perfectly normal. Your father and your brother are the most important men in your life right now. It's natural that you would transfer your body's new yearnings to thoughts of 'doing it' with them. Don't worry, Dear. As soon as you have found a lover of your own age, as soon as you have a little sexual experience, you will be able to get them out of your mind."
Dorrie remained skeptical, however. "How am I going to get any sexual experience when I'm really not interested in any of the guys my own age? You know that I can't just go out and get fucked, I mean, I can't just 'have sex' with someone who doesn't turn me on. I'd really feel cheap doing that."
While they talked, Dorrie had relaxed completely in the Reverend's loose embrace. Her big tits pushed against his arm and his left side. The man had become increasingly aware of their pressure and the luxurious soft-firm texture. He could feel the prominent nipple on her right breast, and he knew that the talk of sex was starting to arouse the young woman. His stroking hand continued to caress her neck her and upper back. And now, he was all too aware, his own arousal was soon going to become all too obvious. From the way Dorrie was sitting, she would soon be looking at the growing erection in his pants.
"Okay, Dorrie. What you're going to have to do is find an experienced older man who can help you. Someone other than your father or brother. Someone who will be tender and loving, and someone who will teach you how to make love and how to please your lover as well as yourself." All the time the young Minister was talking, his mind had been racing. He thought to himself, I can't really believe that I'm doing this. I can't believe that I'm thinking about fucking this adorable young woman.
"Yes, I think that I understand," Dorrie said. Suddenly, she sat up and leaned back against the sofa. As she did so, her turning motion brought her left breast into contact with the man's right hand-which until now had been innocently stroking her back.
Without thinking, Master's hand closed around the big tit and continued his gentle stroking, squeezing motion. Immediately, the half-erect nipple blossomed to full attention and thrust out hard against his palm. Also immediately, the man's partially erect cock blossomed to full erect hardness and pressed painfully against his confining pants. Dorrie sucked her breath in sharply as sudden tingles of excitement raced through her boobs and reached down into her crotch. She looked suddenly into the man's face and was transfixed by his intense, lust-filled eyes. The image of Matt's unfocused stare as he came into Linda's pussy popped into her memory. Yes, the Minister looked exactly the same. My God! He was actually horny for her.
Reluctantly, the man started to pull away. He dropped his hand away from Dorrie's tit and sat up on the sofa, moving away from the beautiful girl. He was stopped by her reaching arms and her words.
"No. Don't stop now. That felt so good. It was just like what I've been daydreaming about." Dorrie shifted and put both arms around the man's body. Her left arm was around the man's waist, and her right along his back and shoulder. She slowly pulled him back toward her.
Dorrie looked up at Masters and said, "You were exactly right a few minutes ago. I do need an older man to help me, to teach me, to love me. And I think that I couldn't ever find a better teacher. Will you help me, please? Will you love me? Will you teach me how to fuck?"
With a silent groan, Masters gave in to the inevitable. He could no more leave this delicious young thing than he could fly. His body betrayed his arousal and his desire. He just had to fuck this girl, and the sooner the better!
"Okay Dorrie, I think you're right. It should be someone who will think of you and of your pleasure and not just think about your young pussy," the man croaked, his voice suddenly husky. In the meantime, his hands had returned to the girl's marvelous tits.
"My God! I've never felt anything like these before," he groaned as he cupped the mounds, squeezing gently. His thumbs pressed up against the twin buds of her throbbing nipples. The big boobs were too large for him to cover completely. He alternated squeezing and then pulling gently down on the huge jugs. His fingers and thumbs finally closed around the girl's nipples, and he pulled and pinched gently as she moaned in pleasure under his hands.
Bringing his face down against the girl's chest, he rubbed his nose and mouth back and forth against the cloth-covered mammary mounds. By now, the top three buttons of her blouse had popped open, and the upper slopes of her tits were exposed. Masters kissed the smooth, creamy flesh in a series of short, nibbling bites, working his way down into the cleavage between the big tits. Shifting slightly, he slipped his right hand into the lacy bra and lifted the girl's left tit out-at least enough for his lips to reach her nipple.
At first, he gently licked back and forth across the bud, pushing against the nipple with his tongue and teasing it on each stroke. As he did, he felt the girl's body tense under his hands. Then he gently brought his teeth together around the stiff nipple and nibbled ever so gently before sucking the nipple and the surrounding puckered tit into his mouth. Knowing that the young woman would not be used to the new sensation of having her tits sucked, he was still surprised at her reaction. She grasped his hair with both hands and pulled his face down hard into the straining mound. She moaned and writhed as he alternated with sucking and nibbling on the throbbing mound.
Finally disengaging from the girl, he sat up and quickly removed her blouse and unsnapped the bra. Removing her bra, he gently pushed Dorrie backward against the sofa until she was fully reclining. Then he reached down to her tight short-shorts. Quickly opening the zipper, he pulled the shorts and the tiny bikini pants underneath down the girl's long, lovely legs. Suddenly, she lay on the couch completely naked.
By now, Masters' composure had returned along with an almost painfully hard erection and the certainty that he was just about to enjoy a young, tender piece of ass! He resolved to make Dome's first time as pleasurable as possible-along with enjoying it himself, of course. He continued to play with her ripe young body in an extended foreplay intended to bring the girl to the brink of orgasm before he actually sank his prick into her.
Kneeling alongside the couch, Masters cupped Dome's left tit while he leaned across her body and started to suck on the right one. As his right hand stroked and massaged the boob, he slid his left hand down the firm, soft, wonderful belly and across her prominent pubic mound. Spreading his fingers, he combed them through the silky, honey blonde pubic hair and reached down to the young woman's cunt. Dome's legs were still mostly closed, however, but he was able to slip the two middle fingers into the valley alongside her vulva. At first, he rubbed back and forth along the pussy lips, pulling at them ever so slightly and pressing down with his fingers as he stroked down.
"Oh, this feels so good," Dorrie breathed. Masters just mumbled an incoherent answer into the springy tit-flesh in his mouth and continued with his sucking, licking attention. Down below, Dome's legs slowly opened as the attention being directed at her cunt caused an automatic reaction. Her tight little pussy was now very wet, and the man's fingers were damp with the fragrant moisture. As her legs opened, the girl's pussy lips parted slightly, and the man's middle finger slipped ever so slightly inside.
Dorrie stiffened and then started a small, automatic rocking motion that gently pushed her cunt up toward the probing fingers. The finger slipped into the tight hole up to the second knuckle, and then Masters thrust it back and forth into the hot, moist hole. By now, Dorrie was moaning softly. Her upper body twisted and gyrated as both her tits were teased and stimulated. Her lower body rocked back and forth in a rhythmic fucking motion.
Suddenly, the hands and mouth were gone! Dorrie opened her eyes and raised her head to find out why the good feeling had suddenly stopped! She saw the minister quickly shedding his own clothes. Already, his shirt was gone and he was just dropping his pants. As the man stepped out of his pants, Dorrie saw his rigid hard-on outlined against the tight briefs. Then Masters reached up and hooked his thumbs into the sides of the briefs, pulled them down and stepped free. He now faced Dorrie and moved back toward her on the couch, his rigid pecker bobbing slightly as he moved.
Dorrie's gaze was centered on the purple-headed tool that was moving toward her. She noted that it was not as large as Matt's-but right now that didn't really seem to matter. This cock was going to fuck her. This cock would open up the tight, hot, wet passageway into her body and make her into a true woman at last!
Dorrie spread her legs wider on the couch, she raised one leg and rested it along the back. The other remained along the edge of the seat, providing a nest for the Minister to slowly sink down onto her.
Dorrie thought that he was going to ram his hard prick into her immediately, and she steeled herself for the violent, loving action. Masters surprised her, however. Instead, he lay partially atop the girl and carefully positioned his prick at the opening of Dorrie's cunt. With his left hand, he slowly rubbed the cockhead up and down along her pussy lips-just as he had earlier with his fingers. By now, the big, purple knob was wet from its own lubrication. As the man moved it slowly back and forth, Dorrie's pussy lips moved back, more and more with each stroke. Now he was rubbing against the cunthole itself-easing the very tip of his cock into the wet, clinging opening.
For a moment, Masters stopped the motion of his cock and lay with just the tip of his dick inside the girl. He held it there and returned his attention to her right tit. He teased the nipple again, first with his tongue and then with his teeth and lips, biting, sucking, and licking the hard, throbbing bud. Teasing the tit, he started a gentle rocking motion with his hips-easing the pressure of his dick against the cunt and then increasing it.
The combination of Masters' slow but continued pressure and the girl's wriggling, squirming motions moved the man's dick deeper and deeper into the young, tender cunt. As it inched its way inside, Dorrie could feel each little movement, each centimeter of penetration as he cunt opened to swallow the intruding member.
Dome's thoughts were, Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
The minister moved atop the girl. He abandoned his attention to her tits and now lay fully atop her with his hands grasping her shoulders. His chest crushed down on the mounds of her big tits which served as a wonderful, soft cushion. Her nipples continued to thrust up against his skin.
Masters brought his face forward and down over the girl's. For the first time, he kissed her luscious, parted lips. Teasing the girl's lips with the tip of his tongue, he flicked it back and forth, barely entering her mouth. Dorrie pressed her face forward and opened her lips a little more in invitation to his questing, teasing, probing tongue. Suddenly, the man thrust forward, pushing his tongue deeply into the girl's mouth while simultaneously shoving his dick as deeply as possible into her burning cunt!
Dorrie stiffened and shuddered as a mixture of brief pain and indescribable pleasure warred within her body. She shuddered as her hymen was parted and the first real orgasm swept over her. She tried to talk, to scream in pleasure, to call out, but her mouth and throat seemed to be filled with thrusting tongue as her cunt was filled with thrusting cock. Her body spasmed and jerked as the orgasm spent itself.
The fucking didn't stop, however. The man on top and inside her had not yet finished. It seemed as if Dorrie's cumming had increased his arousal and spurred him on. Suddenly, Dorrie's pussy was pummeled as the Minister started a hard, pounding rhythm. He would pull his cock partway out of Dorrie and then shove it all the way back inside the hole. At the end of each stroke, Dorrie could feel his balls slap her ass as the big cock stretched and filled her tingling hole.
Maybe it was the furious stroking that Masters was pounding into her cunt, or maybe it was the thought of Dad and Matt while she was getting fucked that did it, but, suddenly, Dorrie felt yet another orgasm starting to build. And this one was going to be the best ever! She licked the side of the man's face and his ear, then moaned up at him. "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can! Oh, fuck me please!"
Dorrie tightened her legs around the man's ass and wrapped her arms around his back. She rocked her ass up to meet his pounding thrusts and squeezed as tightly as possible with her legs. She felt her tight, hot pussy clench the man's dick as it slid deeply into her, and then she felt him go rigid all over. He pushed forward as hard as humanly possible. His action buried his cock deeply as his cum shot out in a massive burst.
As Dorrie felt the man cumming, her own orgasm struck with full force. Her scream echoed through the church as she could not hold it in any longer. "FUUUUUUCCCCKK! Oh, God, I'm getting FUCKED!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dorrie returned to the church the next afternoon and each afternoon for the next two weeks. Every afternoon, the young Minister fucked her or introduced her to a new variation of sexual exercise.
Only briefly had Masters had to wrestle with his conscience. He soon convinced himself that what he was doing was actually for Dome's own benefit! He would not deny that he was getting fantastic pleasure out of the effort; however, it was better for Dorrie to be broken into sex with a kind and gentle teacher rather than by some young stud who would only be interested in getting his own rocks off!
Not that Masters wasn't getting his rocks off. He hadn't fucked this much since the early days of his marriage. And he had never fucked anyone as beautiful or as willing to try new and exciting things as Dorrie was. She was eager to try out every new position that he suggested, and after almost no coaxing at all on his part, she quickly learned how to suck him off.
After the first blow job, Dorrie seemed to want to suck on his cock at every opportunity. She would lick and suck and nibble on his rigid dick until he could not stand it any longer, and he would then fuck her wildly.
On the third day of their trysts, Dorrie had asked him to screw her from behind. She seemed to know the position to kneel in, and after stripping off her shorts and tank top in the Minister's office, she slipped down to the thick carpet in front of his sofa. Kneeling with her ass well elevated in front of the man, she lowered her luscious boobs to the floor and opened her legs in lascivious invitation.
"Can we try it this way today?" she asked with a coy, pleading look in her beautiful eyes. Somehow, the beautiful young woman managed to look both wanton and demure at the same time. She wiggled her ass and open pussy as she looked back over her shoulder.
Masters didn't reply to her question in words. Instead, he finished stripping off his own clothes and dropped to his knees behind the girl. His cock was rigid from the minute Dorrie walked into the study, and now he brought it directly into play.
Gripping Dorrie's ass cheeks with his palms and fingers, he pulled them further apart and angled his cock directly into position against her pussy lips. The pouting lips caressed the tip of his prick as he moved gently into position and slipped it just inside the already soaked opening.
With his cock in position, Masters released the girl's ass and leaned forward to grab a dangling tit in each hand. He simultaneously squeezed each tit while pulling back slightly on the girl's body and shoving forward with his crotch. The action completely buried his prick to the hilt inside Dorrie. The combination of the thrust by Masters and the position of Dome's body served to make this penetration into the trembling young woman the most complete and deepest possible. Now Dorrie knew exactly how Linda had felt as Matt slammed into her upturned pussy in exactly this same position!
Just thinking about Matt and Linda fucking doggie-style at the same time that she was getting fucked doggie-style was enough to trigger Dome's first orgasm. She shoved her ass backward to engulf more and more of the invading shaft as the waves of sensation rocked over her and she buried her face deeper in the carpet. Masters did not seem to notice the girl's cumming as he slammed his rock-hard prick into the hot, steaming cunt. Slipping his hands back to grasp the girl's hips, he held her rigidly into position and pumped into her cunt.
Pulling his penis almost out of her crack, back to the point where the big, purple knob was almost uncovered, he would reverse his motion and slam it forward all the way into the girl. Over and over again, he pounded into the beautiful young woman. As he relentlessly fucked her, his hands kneaded the flesh of her ass and upper thighs.
Dorrie was nearly delirious with pleasure. After she came the first time-just after Masters had shoved inside her-she kept cumming and cumming. Every few strokes into her hot, grasping pussy brought a new orgasm that would rock the beautiful young woman, and she would try to slam her ass back harder.
Through the haze of her delightful cumming and her tingling pussy sensations, Dorrie focused hard and concentrated on the wonderful cunt muscles and thought of squeezing and tightening them and sucking down on the slamming pussy pleaser shoving inside her. To her own surprise, she felt her cunt rhythmically closing down and grasping the man's prick as it reached its maximum penetration. As Masters' cock reached its deepest point, her cunt would squeeze down and seem to try to hold on, as if reluctant to let it slip away.
To the man kneeling behind her and reaming her with all his might, it seemed suddenly as if
Dome's pussy was sucking his prick just the way her wonderful mouth did!
This new sensation was too much for the minister. With a last shove, he buried his dick as deeply as he could in the girl and felt his hot cum explode into her depths. Even though Dorrie had tried to shove back against his thrusts, the force of his exertions pushed her forward to lie fully against the floor. Masters collapsed on top of her. His prick was still deep inside and continued to spurt short, hot jets of cum as Dome's spasming cunt milked his rigid member.
For a long time, they lay locked together, front to back on the study floor with the man's dick between them. At last, Masters managed to roll off the girl and lay looking up at the ceiling.
Alice was pleasantly surprised with the sudden change in Dorrie. After spending most of the summer in a moody funk, the girl had suddenly perked up. She was now bubbly and full of energy. Her eyes sparkled and the beautiful nymph virtually radiated as she bustled around the house and swimming pool. Every afternoon, she seemed to want to rush out to her new summer past-time of helping out at the neighborhood church. Alice was overjoyed at the turn-around.
When Alice asked about the church, Dorrie explained vaguely that she and Reverend Masters were going over old Church records and things. Dorrie seemed to be helping him organize and sort old papers and books.
"It's really kinda boring," Dorrie stated, "but it's fun to be able to talk with Jon-I mean Reverend Masters," she stammered. Alice did not pick up on the slip of the tongue.
At the end of Dorrie's second week of "work" at the church, Alice decided to stop in for a surprise visit. Dorrie had promised to do some shopping for her father later in the day, but she had forgotten to take along the list of items he needed. So Alice decided to surprise the busy church-workers with some freshly baked cookies and drop off the forgotten list.
When she arrived at the church, she saw Dorrie's Mustang convertible and the Reverend's car alone in the church parking lot. They appeared to have the large building to themselves. Since the vestibule was never locked, Alice let herself into the church and made her way around the back toward Masters' study. The hallways were carpeted and hushed, so Alice's entrance was silent.
Alice was somewhat puzzled to find the study door locked, since she thought that this would be where he and Dorrie would be working. Also, she could never remember the door having been locked, even when no one was present. She started to turn away, but heard something that stopped her.
There were faint sounds coming from inside the study. A steady, rhythmic slapping sound was accompanied by heavy breathing and low moans. Alice had heard these lovely sounds too many times-usually in her own bed-to mistake them. Jon Masters had someone in his study, and he was fucking her! Sudden insight made Alice smile.
Of course, she thought. That explains the locked door. He didn't want Dorrie to burst in on him and his lover in the middle of the act! He must have sent Dorrie off on some errand or something. She quietly slipped out of the church and started toward her own car.
Alice had parked to the side of the church, away from the other two cars. As she started to open her car door, she hesitated.
On this side of the church, there was a window in the minister's study, and as Alice looked in that direction, she could see that the shades were not drawn. Normally, she would never have thought of peeping or of invading anyone's privacy-especially when she knew what they would be doing. In this case, however, there was a nagging worry and a concern for her daughter that drew Alice to the window.
The study window was shaded by shrubs so that Alice was not immediately visible to the occupants of the room. As if they would be looking out the window right now anyway! When Alice's eyes became adjusted to the dim light in the room, she could clearly see a couple kneeling on the study carpet and vigorously fucking doggie-style. Masters' back and right side were toward the window, so Alice could clearly see the naked man's ass as he pumped into the woman's body. The woman faced away from the window at a slight angle, so Alice had a good view of her right side. She was kneeling with her ass pressed back into Masters' groin. Her chest and face were pressed into the rug; however, the long honey blonde hair was unmistakable. Moments later, the woman turned her face toward her right side, and looked back toward her lover. Alice could clearly see Dorrie's beautiful face twisted with lust and abandon as she whispered to the man fucking her.
As Alice stood frozen to the spot, the couple inside reached their peaks. Masters jerked violently and slammed his cock into the young woman's cunt. Alice could tell by the way his muscles tensed that he was spurting his cum into her daughter's pussy. At the same time, Dorrie appeared to be going wild with ecstasy. She pressed her ass back into the man's thrusts and arched her back even more. Her fists were clenched in the carpet, and her head rocked back and forth. Alice could hear the scream of pleasure through the window as Dome's orgasm ripped through her.
For some reason, Alice continued to be glued to the spot and could not tear herself away. She knew that she should be breaking into the study and confronting the man who was fucking her daughter. However, she found the sight strangely exhilarating! She would never have thought that watching her own daughter get fucked would turn her on, but that was exactly what was happening! Her large nipples were hard as rocks, and they thrust painfully against her tight bra. Her pussy was completely wet, and she was suddenly aware of that special tingling in her crotch that said she was ready for sex.
Meanwhile, the couple inside started to get dressed. Realizing that Dorrie was leaving and that she would not spot her mother's car in the side parking lot, Alice remained where she was standing until she heard the Mustang leave the lot. As she waited, she watched Masters leisurely dress himself. She noted to herself that the young pastor was in good physical condition and that his naked physique would have been enough to turn her on-if the sight of her daughter getting fucked hadn't done it first. While she watched from cover, a plan quickly formed.
Masters looked up as the study door opened, expecting to see Dorrie coming back for something. Instead of Dorrie, Masters was surprised to see her mother enter the study instead. A cold shiver started up the man's spine and jumbled thoughts raced through his mind.
"Come in, Alice. You just missed Dorrie. I sent her home for the day. I've got an appointment downtown and we finished early," he babbled.
In the meantime, Alice Pennington who had already entered the study, ignored the hand he held out to her and seated herself on the sofa. Despite his nervousness, Masters noted that she was dressed very provocatively. A snug, nearly transparent blouse emphasized her large breasts, while the open, low-cut neckline readily revealed her deep cleavage. She was wearing a mid-thigh black skirt which hugged her magnificent ass and upper legs. As she sank onto the sofa and crossed her legs, the skirt rode up even higher and revealed almost all of her long, luscious legs. Masters was sure that he caught a flash of white bikini panty before he forced himself to make eye contact.
"Yes, I'm aware that you've finished," Alice stated calmly. "I just saw Dorrie leaving. And she had a wonderful smile on her face. You all must have had a great session at work today."
"Well, yes I guess that we did," Masters stammered. Then warming to his subject-and thinking that Alice apparently didn't know anything, he continued. "Yes. Dorrie is a wonderful help to me here. We are getting a lot done, and she is a delight to have around."
"Yes, I could see that. Especially through your study window! Did you enjoy fucking my daughter, you son of a bitch?" Alice returned. Throughout the brief conversation, she had remained icily calm. Now her eyes flashed anger at him and a carefully controlled mixture of passion and determination. She would make this man pay. And he would pay in a way that Alice was going to enjoy!
Masters sank back into his office chair in resignation. One look into those eyes had convinced him that denial was useless. Also, pleading or trying to explain that he had Dome's best interests at heart.
Alice continued to stare into his face. "From this point on, you're going to do exactly as I dictate," she said. "Remember that I'm in charge here. I will tell you exactly what you're going to do. Can you imagine what would happen if I told the congregation what I just saw through this window?"
Alice and Masters both knew that Dorrie had not been forced into anything. As a matter-of-fact, she had become, by far, the more aggressive one in these afternoon sex sessions. But, they also knew that this would not be of any help in defending a minister.
"You're right. I'll do exactly as you want. What do I do first?" he asked.
Masters found himself staring at Alice's legs. She had shifted slightly on the couch, and now he could see plainly a small patch of white where her legs joined. The little bit of silk would just be covering the top of her pussy. As a matter-of-fact, he could almost believe that he saw blonde curls around the edge of the silk. He felt his cock start to stir and stiffen.
"First of all, you've had your last piece of Dorrie's ass!" Alice stated flatly. Her voice was still icily calm even though her eyes flashed fire. "Later this afternoon, you are gonna call her at home and tell her that you can't have her helping you here at the church any more. Then you will tell her that you can't have her any more. Period. No more fucking. No more sucking. No more of anything that you two have been doing. You don't have to tell her why. Just call and tell her that it's over. She should find someone her own age to play with. Do you understand me?"
Masters nodded, unable to speak. His stare , was now fixed on the silk patch, the long tanned legs, the promise of the sweet, moist pussy waiting there.
Alice shifted slightly as she talked. She uncrossed her legs as she turned more directly to face the man's chair. And she left her legs parted slightly. The short skirt had ridden higher up on her thighs, until it barely covered anything. She did this without being too obvious as she continued to state her demands. In the meantime, Masters' view was improving immensely. He was treated to a view of the inside of Alice's thighs-long, silky smooth columns of delightful woman flesh-leading in a beautiful pathway directly to her crotch. Her pubic mound was covered by a tightly stretched white bikini panty that was nearly transparent. Through the material, he could see her mound of dark, honey blonde pubic curls pointing down to a dark invitation at the bottom.
"But, before you call Dorrie, I think that I'm going to need you to do a few things for me," Alice continued. "Just remember who is in charge here and what can happen if you fail to follow my every order!"
Masters only nodded.
"Good. Let's cut all the bullshit," Alice responded. "I can see that you're already hard again and ready to fuck. Now stand up and strip."
Masters could not believe his ears. This gorgeous woman was actually ordering him to remove his clothes. In a daze, he stood and started toward the study door to throw the bolt lock.
"Oh, no you don't," Alice stopped him. "Leave it unlocked."
Finally, Masters found his voice and stammered, "But what if someone comes in?"
"Don't worry about somebody catching you. You've already been caught! Once more won't matter," was her sharp reply. Alice knew that the fear of someone walking in on them could work either way on the man. It could totally dampen his ardor, or it could make him even hornier! Either way, she really didn't care. The thrill of danger was really turning her on, and that was all that mattered now. Alice was in command and calling all the shots.
Masters stripped. As she thought-likely, his cock had wilted somewhat, and it was only about half-erect. She could fix that, though. If and when she decided that it was time.
"Now, come over here and strip me," she commanded.
Alice stood up from the sofa and then waited passively as the man unbuttoned her blouse. The big tits surged forward and swayed slightly within the confines of her bra as he slipped the garment down over her shoulders. Reaching behind, he unsnapped the tight band and let the bra drop away. Now her big jugs were freed, and they bounced forward and swayed independently in a wonderful and exciting motion. Already, her nipples jutted forward, eager for attention.
Masters reached up to cup her big tits, but was stopped before he could grasp them. "I said for you to strip me. You don't have permission to play with anything yet!" Alice snapped.
Masters next reached down and released the catches on the snug waistband of her skirt. As he pushed this garment down the beautiful legs, he kept his hands inside the material so that they slipped down over her ass and the outside of her thighs. To slip the skirt down, the man had to kneel, and as he started to rise, his face came within inches of the woman's crotch. He stopped in his motion and stared intently. Alice's skin was tanned a golden bronze. The silk white bikini panty stood in stark contrast and emphasized the narrow waist, the flaring hips drew attention to the point of the vee where her pussy waited. Masters could smell the aroma of sexual arousal. Alice Pennington was ready for sex.
As Masters moved toward the magic vee of her panties, Alice stopped him by placing her hand on both of his shoulders and pushing him back. "No. Not yet," she scolded. Looking down, she could see that he had regained all of the erection that he lost earlier. The danger of being caught, and the thought of fucking both mother and daughter, and the magnificent body almost completely naked in front of him had the trembling Minister almost ready to pop.
Pushing the man away, Alice sank back on the couch. She reclined with her head and shoulders against the backrest and perched her ass just on the edge of the seat so that she was half-sitting and half-reclining in front of the man. "Okay, start with my nipples," she told him. "Lick them very gently. They want to be played with."
Masters slowly lowered himself down over the waiting woman. His elbows rested on each side of her body so that he was supported by his arms just above her. He brought his lips and his tongue to first one globular tit and then to the other. He started by licking gently on the nipple and teasing it with his tongue tip. As it became even harder, he gently closed his lips around the bud at its base and sucked it into his mouth. With the nipple held captive by his lips, he quickly flicked his tongue back and forth across it. He was rewarded with a low moan from the woman and heard her breath quicken.
Briefly, Masters pulled more of the big tit into his mouth and sucked deeply and hard. Then, releasing the hot, quivering flesh, he started the same treatment on its twin. Again, the woman shivered and moaned low in her throat. She brought both hands to the man's head, but simply held them there as he licked and sucked on her boobs.
Finally, Alice tightened her arms and pushed downward on the man's head. Her sitting position had conveniently placed her cunt right at the edge of the couch. As she pushed him down and back, she spread her legs wider so that Masters was positioned kneeling on the floor, with his face inches away from Alice's panty-covered crotch. Still holding onto the man's head, she gently pulled forward and urged his mouth and face into contact with the silk-covered pussy.
Masters opened his mouth and lips so he could completely cover her pussy. He sucked gently and then rhythmically ran his tongue along and over the outlines of her cunt. Starting at the bottom, he would lick upward with his tongue flattened and broad. As he neared the top of her slit, he would make his tongue harder and more pointed, until he was pushing a stiff tongue tip against the silk covering her clitoris.
Masters continued this action for several minutes while the beautiful woman writhed and moaned on the couch. She kept her hands locked in his hair, and occasionally she would pull and direct his mouth. The longer Masters worked on her cunt with his educated lips and tongue, the more the woman writhed in his grasp and moaned. Now her hands forced his face harder into her crotch. Finally, he decided that she was ready. Masters pushed himself up from his kneeling position and, already being in position between Alice's thighs, pushed his rampant prick toward her cunt. Just as his cock touched her silk-covered pussy, Alice tightened her hands in his hair and jerked downward and back.
"Oh, no you don't," she said. "No more pussy for you today. You've already fucked my daughter, so you've gotten all you're gonna get for one afternoon. Remember who is in charge here?"
Masters had been forced back into a kneeling position between her thighs. He mumbled, "Yes. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Good," Alice told him. "Don't forget again. And if you are really good at doing what you're told, maybe I'll let you fuck me eventually. Maybe. But not today. Today's all mine, and I was just about ready to cum. At least for the first time. So, I guess that you're just going to have to start all over again. But first, take my panties off."
Masters reached up to grasp the tiny silk garment, but again he was stopped. "No. I want you to take them off with your teeth. And do it slowly. I want to enjoy this."
Masters sighed and leaned forward to do as he had been told. My God, he thought. What have I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER EIGHT
After Masters' call, Dorrie was crushed. She could not understand just what had happened to the man, but it was obvious that their afternoon sex sessions were over. He sounded upset on the phone and explained over and over that she should not come back to the church alone. However, he could not keep from ending the conversation with, "Thank you, dear, for the greatest fucking that I've ever had. I'll never forget the things that we did together."
For several days, Dorrie moped around the house-just as she had before her sessions with the minister has started. And her obsession with thoughts of Matt and Dad returned. For a few weeks, she had not seriously thought of either of the two men. She had not peeped on either of them, or tried to catch her parents fucking. Now, suddenly, her obsession seemed to be coming back.
This time, Dorrie's mother was prepared for her funk. She virtually forced the girl out of the house-shopping, tennis, swimming-anything to keep her occupied. Alice did not mention anything about the church or ask Dorrie why she was no longer rushing there every afternoon.
Dorrie did notice that Alice had now developed a new afternoon schedule. At least three time a week or so, she would disappear for an appointment "in town," and she refused Dorrie's offer to go along. Alice always dressed nicely-even daringly-but for these trips she dressed especially sexy. And she always came home with a pleased, relaxed smile as if she had just had a wonderful, exciting time. Dorrie wondered briefly what was going on, but she was so stuck in her own misery that she really didn't notice all that much.
After a couple of weeks, however, she managed to come to grips with her problem. Matt and Linda had taken off for an afternoon drive, and Dorrie was left home alone to watch the gardeners.
For years, a wonderful old Cuban gentleman they called Senor Ortega had tended the Pennington's yards and garden. This afternoon, Sefior Ortega and his nephew, Ramon, were installing some shrubs along the fence bordering the Pennington's pool. Ramon was in his early twenties, dark and handsome in an intense Latin way. He had jet black hair, a small pencil-line mustache, and deep brooding black eyes. Dorrie had noticed him before when he had come to help his Uncle, and while she had always thought him to be quite good-looking, she had never really considered him closely. Now she noticed that he had rippling muscles, which were well-displayed as the young man worked in cut-off jeans and sneakers. Sweat glistened on his bare back and broad shoulders as he worked in the hot south Florida sun.
As usual, Senor Ortega, a man in his seventies, was nicely dressed in cool, quite formal-looking white linen slacks, open-neck shirt and jacket.
Dorrie lay in a lounge chair by the pool as the men worked nearby. She was dressed (just barely) in a small blue bikini, which only just managed to contain her marvelous bosom and cover her pubic patch.
As she lazed in the sun, Dorrie became more aware of the strong sensual appeal of the younger man. His back and shoulder muscles bulged and rippled as he shoveled dirt and sand, digging the holes for the new shrubs. At the truck at the back gate, he easily lifted a heavy bundled shrub in each hand and carried them past Dorrie back to the newly prepared spots. As he passed her, Dorrie caught a faint odor of freshly turned earth, a pine fragrance from the bushes, and healthy, fresh male sweat. The sight of the tight buns in the short cut-offs and the broad, ridged back coupled with the aroma combined in a sudden arousing mixture. Dorrie rubbed her thighs together slightly, and her pink nipples puckered and pushed forward against the blue bikini top. Her breath caught in her throat, and the tip of her tongue slipped forward to moisten suddenly dry lips.
As she lay back to watch the work more closely, Sefior Ortega joined her by the pool. He usually sat and chatted with her, and the beautiful girl usually enjoyed his attention. Today, however, she seemed somewhat distracted and kept glancing away from Ortega toward his young nephew.
Sefior Ortega smiled to himself. "Chica," he said. "I must leave you for a little while. I must go back to the shop for some small things, but I do not want you to worry. I leave you in the very capable hands of my nephew. Ramon is a fine young man, and as with all good Cubanos, a perfect gentleman!" Rising, he spoke in rapid Spanish to the younger man. Then Sefior Ortega bowed and kissed Dorrie's hand before letting himself out the back gate.
As soon as the gate closed, Dorrie felt her insides knot into a tight ball. She was home alone with an exotic young man who excited her, with a man whom she would suddenly like to get to know a lot better. How do you make advances on a man you hardly know-especially a man who works for your father and whose uncle swore would be a perfect gentleman?
As she lay wondering what to do next, Ramon straightened up from his work and brushed the sweat and sand from his forehead. "Caramba, it's hot today," he said to Dorrie, smiling. "Senorita, could I trouble you for a glass of water?"
"Oh certainly," Dorrie replied.
As she hurried into the house, Ramon openly stared at the wonderful bounces and jiggles of her nearly naked body. Her ass was beautifully rounded, flaring nicely from her small waist. The blue bikini bottom framed it perfectly and showed it to its best advantage. Her big boobs wobbled and bounced in the tight top as if they were trying to escape! Ramon's cut-offs bulged slightly in front as his prick started to harden. His uncle's parting words had been both a warning and an invitation. Senor Ortega had told him the girl was ready for a Latin lover, and that he was to give her what she craved in a respectful way.
Dorrie returned with a tray containing a pitcher and two glasses. In addition, she had draped two large, fluffy towels over one shoulder.
"I brought some lemonade," she told Ramon. "It will help cool you down more than water." Then she smiled and said, "Join me in the gazebo.
It's shady there and you can rest for a bit. After all, you've been working all afternoon in this heat. You deserve a little break."
Ramon returned the smile and took the tray from the sexy young woman. His bow wasn't quite as gracious as his uncle's, and it brought his face down right in front of Dorrie's nearly naked tits. As Ramon straightened up, his eyes were sparkling, and he slowly licked his lips as he replied, "Please allow me to help you."
Delighted with the gracious attention and simultaneously aware that she was starting to turn the man on, Dorrie blushed slightly and turned to walk across the lawn to the shaded gazebo at the back of the garden. Built several years before, the gazebo was shaded and somewhat obscured by the surrounding palmetto hedges. It formed a small cavern of greenery looking out into the rest of the yard. From the inside, it was easy to look out, but from the outside, the gazebo interior was a small private world. It had become her private place to go and shut out the world when she wanted to be alone. Now she felt that being alone-with Ramon, that is-could be fun.
After they got comfortable in the shady grotto, Dorrie poured the lemonade as Ramon toweled the sweat and dust off himself with one of the big towels. Joining Dorrie on the low, wide bench, he accepted a large glass of icy liquid. Lifting the glass toward Dorrie, he smiled again and said, "Ah! Gracias, Senorita Linda." As he talked, Ramon took Dome's hand and raised it to his lips.
After kissing her hand, Ramon placed the glass down and held her hand as he gracefully lowered her arm. His motion ended with him retaining his loose grip on Dome's hand while his arm rested across her left thigh. As he looked at her beautiful face, the back of Ramon's arm lay across the top of her thigh, and his hand rested just inches away from her skimpily covered crotch. His movement had been so smoothly accomplished that Dorrie had no overt reason to object to the rather forward approach. By all appearances and words, Ramon was behaving as a perfect gentleman. However, at the touch of his arm on her thigh, Dorrie had felt a rush of sensation. Her pussy dampened, and her nipples puckered tightly and immediately stood at rigid attention. Her sudden sharp intake of breath was very obvious.
"Dorrie, are you all right?" he asked, looking intently into the girl's eyes. In the meantime, he made a move that had resulted in his left arm being pressed gently against Dome's magnificent tits. As he turned to her, his right hand had shifted slightly in her lap. Now, the back of his hand was pressed firmly against her moistening pussy!
While appearing to be ever so chivalrous, the man was actively feeling the girl up, and his actions had an immediate reaction. Dorrie was hot. She was horny. She was suddenly ready for action and waiting for a way to show him.
"My dear," Ramon repeated. "Are you all right? Is there anything that I can do for you?"
Dorrie's hands slipped around the man's waist and then up to his shoulders. Her nails dug into the man's back as she pulled him closer and pressed against him so that her big tits flattened against his chest. The rigid nipples thrust out proudly and he could feel them burning through the thin material covering them.
"Yeah. There's something that you can do for me," Dorrie said huskily. "You can stop teasing me and show me what Latin lovers are like." And then, with very unaccustomed brashness, Dorrie kissed the man fiercely.
"Si, Senorita," Ramon replied smiling. "Si. I will show you the way of love Cubano-style."
As he spoke, Ramon's hands fondled the girl's luscious boobs. Moving his hands up along her chest, he had slipped both hands under the bikini top so that he could knead the naked flesh underneath. He found the magnificent mounds firmly soft and resilient, almost burning into his palms as he squeezed the tingling titties. His palms rubbed over the hot, rigid nipples, and he grasped both nubs between his thumbs and forefingers. Gently twisting them, he simultaneously thrust his tongue into Dome's sweet mouth.
After only a few minutes, Ramon raised himself up from over the girl. "Come Dorrie," he said. "Lay back and let me show you the ways of love."
As she lay back on the broad bench, Ramon quickly stripped her tiny bikini away. With Dorrie completely naked in front of him, Ramon then stood up and unfastened his cut-offs. Bending from the waist, he unhurriedly slid the jeans and his jockey shorts to his feet. Raising one foot slightly, he kicked his jeans away.
With Dorrie stretched out naked on the bench, Ramon stood near her feet and looked down at the marvelous body waiting for him. Her honey-blonde hair was fanned out on the wooden slats in a circling halo, perfectly framing her beautiful face. Even with her lying on her back, her big boobs thrust up proudly, tipped by the pink, delicious-looking nipples. Nipples that were waiting for Ramon's fingers and his mouth. Nipples that were waiting to be sucked and licked and bitten gently-the areolae puckered and turning a deeper pink.
As Dome's breath quickened, her tits rose and fell more rapidly, imparting a quivering, jiggling shake that made them seem to be begging for his attention. Still, Ramon waited and looked down at the girl. His hot, intense gaze traveled down from the magnificent chest to the firm, smooth belly, across the wide hips, and focused on the joining of her beautiful legs.
Dorrie's pubic patch stood out in a slightly darker honey-blonde triangle. Neatly trimmed into a tapering vee, it helped to bring his eyes down to the apex at the bottom where he could see just a hint of her quivering pussy. With her legs opened slightly, the girl's cunt lips were hidden in the warm, inviting shadows.
In contrast, Ramon's body was dark, mahogany brown. His upper body and chest were almost hairless. Only a small line of dark hairs led down across his flat, rigidly muscled stomach. Down to a jet-black, unruly mass of pubic hair nestled just above his cock and big, hairy balls. Ramon's cock was rock-hard and standing at rigid attention. Dorrie stared at the wonderful fuck tool in delight. Not as long as Matt's or Dad's, it was easily as thick-if not even thicker than both. The cock shaft was a deep, rich chocolate-brown column circled with starkly defined veins, topped with a massive cockhead.
To Dorrie, the knob looked like a huge, pear-shaped bulb. Despite her raging lust, Dorrie felt a tremor of apprehension. She knew that she would never be able to take that huge thing in her tight young cunt.
"Oh, God," she breathed. "How can I ever get that thing inside me? It's too big, it's too big-but oh, my God, it looks wonderful!"
Finally, Ramon knelt on the bench over Dorrie. His right knee went between her legs, and he bent forward to grasp her legs at the knees. Gently, he pushed her legs farther apart, opening the beautiful crotch and exposing Dome's pouting pussy lips.
With one hand, Ramon reached up and gently stroked her pussy while with the other he squeezed her left titty. Leaning forward so that he lay partially across the girl's mid-section, Ramon took her right nipple into his hungry mouth. Remembering to start gently, he slowly sucked the nipple and part of the surrounding tit flesh into his mouth and flicked his tongue rapidly back and forth as he squeezed her other boob. As he squeezed the left tit, Ramon pressed firmly down onto the budding nipple-forcing it back into the pliable, tit mound. At the same time, he insinuated his right index finger into the sopping opening between Dome's thighs.
Moaning deeply in the back of her throat, Dorrie writhed under his hot hands and his insistent, sucking mouth. She arched her back to push her titties into his hand and face and then pressed upward with her hips to shove her crotch against his hand. With each movement, the intruding finger probed deeper and deeper into her steaming vulva. Now, as Ramon's finger became fully buried in her vagina, his thumb found her clitoris.
Immediately, Dorrie started to buck wildly, thrashing her crotch up and down in a wild fucking motion, which became even wilder as a second finger joined the first in her cunt. Surprisingly, as Dorrie instinctively tried to become even wilder in her movements, she found herself held firmly in place. Ramon's stocky body held her pinned to the bench and in exactly the position that he desired. Almost calmly, the passionate Latino continued to squeeze and suck and finger-fuck the horny girl.
Ramon continued the smooth, unhurried finger-fucking as his thumb played with the tiny clit. Dorrie felt as if she would explode! Her clit was burning up in glorious delight, and she felt her pussy pulsating around the pounding fingers. Her tits felt hot as one was in the man's powerful hand and the other was being sucked. Her writhing, bucking motions continued.
Suddenly, Dorrie's legs tightened around the man's leg, and her arms grabbed around his shoulders. Her pelvis spasmed hard against his hand and ground into him hard as her orgasm erupted.
Again and again, Dorrie spasmed and jerked and moaned until the orgasm was spent and she dropped limply back down onto the bench. Ramon lifted his face up from her boobs and gently released the grip he had held on the other. However, his fingers remained buried deeply in Dome's cunt, though he did remove his thumb from her clitoris. He changed the pounding, twisting finger-fucking motion to a gentle, almost soothing in and out, back and forth motion. Dome's violent hip thrusts had ceased, but now her pelvis rocked slowly back and forth to the gentle motion.
For long minutes, Dorrie lay there with her eyes closed, breathing deeply through her mouth as she sucked air deeply into her lungs. Every little while, her body would twitch, making her tits wobble and shake. Her pretty little pink tongue slipped out to run over her pouting lips and then slid back into her mouth with a slurping sound.
Finally, her eyes blinked open. "God, what are you doing to me? It felt so damn good! And you're still doing it, and I'm starting to get hot all over again!"
"Ramon knows that you cannot take him all at once the first time. First you must cum and then you must relax. Ramon will open your little fuck-hole so you can get ready to feel a real man!"
Dorrie's eyes widened, and she felt a thrill of excitement as she understood what he meant. Each time that he had inserted a finger into her cunt, it had felt full and tight and good. Yet, when he pushed another one into her, her pussy had stretched to accommodate it. The two fingers now still pumping gently inside her had filled her more than Jon Masters' cock had. Yet she knew that they were nothing at all compared to Ramon's huge hard-on!"
Just thinking about the massive fucking tool slamming into her wet cunt was enough to melt Dorrie again. Her cunt juices, already flowing readily increased, and the heat in her loins grew by several degrees. Again, her little pink nipples signaled their excitement by rising to the occasion and pointing upward in open invitation-just begging to be sucked!
However, instead of returning to Dorrie's tits, Ramon shifted around on the bench. Keeping his right hand at her crotch and his fingers pumping gently but steadily in and out of her, he now knelt alongside Dorrie in the sixty-nine position.
"Before I fuck you, I want you to love me with your mouth," he said. With his left hand on the back of her head, he lifted Dorrie up until her face was at his crotch. Gently, her tongue licked out to run along the underside of the massive cock shaft.
"Oh, no, Ramon. There's no way that I can suck that thing into my mouth!" she whimpered. "It's just too big."
"We'll see," he replied. "Keep licking. I like the feel of your delicious tongue."
Ramon knelt on the side of the bench, his knees spread and his butt resting on his heels. He held Dome's upper body twisted slightly toward him. Her right shoulder was between his feet and her arm between his thighs. Dome's face was positioned so that her tongue could reach out and curl around Ramon's cock-at least part way, that is. As she licked the shaft and the base of the huge cockhead, Dorrie reached up and gently grasped the big sack hanging between his legs. His balls felt big and hot as she rolled them gently in her palm.
Dome's hand could barely contain the big ball sac, but she remembered to massage them gently. She didn't want to hurt Ramon. She wanted to empty these big things, and she wanted to empty them into her hot cunt.
As she massaged Ramon's balls, her nails scratched along the back of his scrotum, just in front of his asshole. As she massaged and scratched gently, he continued to rhythmically push his fingers in and out of her pussy. Dome's tongue now ran around the top of Ramon's cockhead. She tasted the salty pre-cum that oozed from the slit. Then she ran her tongue along the slit, pushing down and inward with the tip of her tongue until the pink tip nudged ever so slightly inside.
Ramon stiffened as she did this, and then he lowered his left hand so that her face and especially her mouth was at his ball sac. Realizing what he wanted, Dorrie reached out again and licked along the bottom of the man's scrotum. Sticking her tongue out as far as possible, she reached under and then along the back of the bag. She shifted her tongue left and right, slicking his balls with her spit and feeling the big nuts nestled there between her tongue and lips. Finally, opening her mouth widely, she sucked one of the balls into her mouth. For long moments, she sucked gently while she ran her tongue along the underside of the trapped ball. She heard Ramon moan low in his throat and then she felt the force and speed of his finger-fucking increase. She knew that he was getting ready to spear her with his massive cock!
Quickly, Ramon lowered Dorrie to the bench and slipped his hand away from her crotch. Kneeling between her open legs, he leaned forward to squeeze both of her big titties, tweaking her nipples with his thumbs. Then, just as abruptly, he abandoned her boobs and reached down to grasp her legs just above the knees. Firmly, he pushed her legs widely apart and stared down into her gaping cunt.
"Dear Linda," he whispered, and bent forward to lick along the girl's open pussy, thrusting his tongue deeply inside as he did so. "So beautiful. And so delicious!"
Straightening up and rising from between her legs, Ramon sank down on top of the beautiful girl. His chest crushed down on the pointy tits, and his arms slipped under Dome's shoulders. She felt his work-toughened hands grip her shoulders in a gentle but firm grasp. Ramon crushed his mouth down over Dome's and pushed his tongue deeply inside. As their tongues dueled, Ramon's cockhead pressed against her open, soaking cunt lips. For one long moment, Dorrie thought that it wouldn't fit inside, that her tight pussy was too small to take it all in. But she quickly found out that she was wrong!
Holding firmly onto her shoulders, crushing down onto her burning tits, Ramon pushed forward with a slow but unstoppable pressure. Dorrie felt her pussy lips stretching and yielding as the massive cock was thrust forward and into her. She felt the big, bulbous head moving firmly in past her outer pussy lips, squeezing through the sensitive inner lips. Then, with a deep grunt and a powerful push, Ramon was lodged totally inside her.
Having pushed to the depths of Dorrie's cunt canal, Ramon lay quietly for a few moments, kissing her gently and sliding his tongue tip just slightly inside Dorrie's mouth. He said. "My darling, you are so tight, so good. Never have I felt a pussy so tight, so hot, so fucking wonderful!"
As Dorrie returned the smile and opened her mouth to his probing tongue, Ramon pulled the thick cock almost back out of the girl. Dorrie could again feel the big, bulb-shaped head stretching the tight ring of her pussy lips, but this time from the inside.
However, Ramon did not remove his cock completely. Pausing with just his cockhead buried inside the girl, he slammed forward, causing his prick again to bury itself all the way in her cunt. Dorrie grunted, automatically bringing her legs up to lock behind his back. Her breath rushed out in a gasp, and she momentarily relaxed her tongue and jaws, now able to feel Ramon's tongue snake almost to the back of her throat.
Ramon slammed his cock into the tight pussy. Holding the girl in his powerful arms, he pumped furiously into her, making the wooden bench shake and groan with the force of their fucking. He pounded the girl with powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out of her, and then shoving his big dick back inside as hard as he could. Dorrie had her legs locked around the man's ass, and she
CHAPTER NINE
The morning after her adventure with Ramon, Dorrie woke feeling wonderful. She had not dreamed of screwing either her brother or her father, yet she had awoken with her right index finger jammed in her pussy. And while her finger wasn't as filling as Ramon's thick cock, it still felt damn good.
Dorrie lay in bed for some time gently massaging her cunt and pushing her probing digit deeper and deeper inside. She slipped her left hand up to massage a tender tit and slowly twist and pull on its stiffening nipple. As she got hotter and hotter, a second finger slipped inside her sweetening pussy, and her hips and pelvis started a rocking rhythmic motion.
Closing her eyes, Dorrie conjured up a combination of lovers composed of Dad and Matt and Ramon and Reverend Masters. She fantasized that they were taking turns working on various parts of her body. Ramon was fucking her pussy while Matt and Daddy were sucking on her tits, and someone had his finger in her ass. At the same time, Masters stood at her head and fed his long, thin prick into her mouth.
Suddenly, Dorrie cried out and clasped her legs tightly together. Her right hand clamped down on her pussy, with two fingers buried deeply inside. Her left hand squeezed her left boob, and her entire body jerked and spasmed as the orgasm slammed her back on her bed.
She lay panting for several minutes, savoring the glow of her self-induced cum. She realized that, regardless of who and how often she fucked, she would never stop masturbating. When she played with herself, she could control the tempo and the intensity of the action. She knew just where to push and what to pull to make things tingle and to make the special shivers start. She could prolong it and stretch it out as much as she wanted, and then cum whenever she was ready. "Yeah. It'll never replace fucking, but it still feels pretty damn good."
Finally, she decided that she couldn't remain in bed any longer, so got up to head into the shower. As she started the water in her own bath, she stepped to the spy hole into her parents' bathroom.
Dad was just stepping from his own shower and had lifted the towel over his head. He was facing almost directly at Dorrie's hiding place, and his big cock was dangling limply toward her, looking delicious!
Soon, she promised herself. I'm going to find a way to get him to fuck me. Dorrie stepped into her own hot steaming water.
As she showered, Dorrie's mind was very active. She lathered a washcloth and ran it slowly over her delightful curves, being extra gentle as she ran it over her pussy. The little love box was still tingling slightly from her own finger massage, and while she felt wonderful, she wasn't ready for a second helping right now.
Unconsciously ministering to her delicious curves, Dorrie reviewed her predicament. Her brief "affair," as she now thought of it, with the Reverend Masters and the wonderful workout with the Cuban gardener, Ramon, combined to convince Dorrie that she was not hooked on fucking her own family-at least not just them alone. Yes, it was now obvious, she wished to screw Matt and Dad, but also wanted to fuck other men. And she fully intended to make up for lost time now that she knew how. But first, she knew that she would have to find a way to get Matt and Dad in bed, at least once. And the sooner that she got on with it, the better.
Dad would be a little tricky. Matt, however, would be easy! She knew just how she could get him to do exactly what she wanted him to do.
Now to set the stage and get him in bed.
As she thought of what she had watched him do to Linda, and as she remembered about Matt's big, hard tool all swollen stiff and red-tipped and oozing, Dorrie automatically slipped both of her hands down along her body and moved her fingers over her cunt. Oh well! One more time this morning really can't hurt anything, she thought.
The next afternoon, Dorrie was home alone. Dad was off at work, and Mom had disappeared for one of her mysterious afternoon meetings. Matt had left to run an errand, but he was due to return very soon.
Dorrie prepared herself for the upcoming session. She showered an groomed her magnificent young body until her skin glowed. She had applied a touch of perfume behind each ear and under each boob and along the sides of her pussy lips. Then she covered all her goodies up with a pair of loose boxer shorts and an outsized sweatshirt. Underneath, she wore neither bra nor panties. She had just completed her preparations and was admiring herself in the big bedroom mirror when she heard the door downstairs, announcing Matt's return.
Stepping to the bedroom door, she called out, "Matt? Is that you?"
When he answered, she continued, "Can you come up here for a few minutes, please? I need you to help me with something."
Shortly, Matt appeared at Dome's door. "Sure, what do you need?" he asked.
"Come in and sit down," Dorrie said. She was sitting at the head of her bed with her legs crossed in front of her body. She held a large stuffed animal on her lap, and as she looked up at Matt, she looked the picture of innocence. Matt came in and sat on the side of her bed.
"Okay, I'm in." He smiled at her. "Now just what do you need?"
"I've got some things that I want you to do," Dorrie said, looking down, "but I'm not sure that you will want to do them." In her lap she was holding a small envelope with a bundle of photographs inside.
"Come on, Sis," Matt repeated. "You know that I'll do whatever I can to help. Just tell me what it is."
Holding out the envelope toward Matt, Dorrie replied, "I want you to do this."
Matt took the bundle of photos out of the envelope and glanced down at the first one. His mouth dropped open and his eyes opened wide.
The photo on top was an excellent shot of him and Linda in the midst of a vigorous sex act. Matt knelt behind Linda, who was on her knees and elbows on the floor. Linda's head was turned just slightly so she could look back at Matt. While Matt was facing toward the camera, he was looking down at his cock, which he held in his right hand, getting ready to insert it into Linda's upturned rear.
Matt immediately remembered the session and the location. He and Linda were in his parents' bedroom, on the floor, and Matt was just about to fuck Linda doggie-style after she had sucked his prick into rock hardness. Somehow, Dorrie had gotten a photograph of the whole thing!
"What the hell is this?" Matt yelled at Dorrie. "How did you get this picture?" He continued to sputter for some time, without making any more sense. Finally, Dorrie calmed him down.
"Calm down and look at the rest of the photos, Matt," she ordered him. "I'm really proud of my photography. Especially under the circumstances. After you look at the rest of the stack, we can talk. I'm sure that we can come to an understanding.
Matt stared at his innocent-looking sister. She smiled sweetly and returned his fierce look without blinking. "Go ahead, big brother, and check out the rest of the shots. You two really put on a great performance. You should be proud of yourselves. Maybe you should consider a career in porno films!"
Matt flipped through the rest of the pictures. The second one in the stack was of Linda kneeling in front of Matt, his big, stiff cock in her mouth. Linda was cupping Matt's ass cheek in one hand, and she had his balls in her other hand. It was obvious that they were having a great time. The Pennington's master bedroom furnishings were obvious in the background.
The rest of the packet contained other shots of the couple in some stage of screwing. There were several of Linda sucking Matt off and one where she managed to swallow his entire massive cock. The last picture in the stack was obviously the end of the session. The expression on Matt's face in the photo made it obvious that he was shooting his wad into Linda's backside.
"Okay, Dorrie." Matt croaked. "How did you get these photos, and just what do you think that you're going to do with them. What do you want?"
"Matt, you know that I've always been a photography buff," Dorrie replied. "I just couldn't resist the opportunity to catch you two in action. Especially after the way you were groping all over her down in the pool! And as to what I'm going to do with them-well if you are reasonable, I won't have to do anything at all with them. I'll even give them to you for your scrapbook."
"And if I'm not reasonable?" Matt asked. "You know, this just really isn't like you. You've never resorted to blackmail before. Just what do you want, anyhow?"
Dorrie smiled sweetly, letting go of the stuffed bear, and lifted the sweatshirt over her head. Her big tits swung free and the nipples pointed straight out toward Matt. She tossed the discarded garment away as Matt stared at her chest and started to sputter again. "What I want, big brother," she told him, "is what I told you a few minutes ago. I want you to do to me the things that you were doing in those pictures to Linda."
Seeing the sudden shocked look on his face, she hurried on. "I figured that you might have some kinda hang-up about screwing your sister, so I got some insurance."
Matt still looked shocked. He stared at Dorrie for what seemed like several minutes in silence, his gaze traveling from her face to her magnificent chest and then back again. He seemed to struggling with some inner feelings.
"You're saying that you want for me to screw you? like in those pictures? But you're my sister, for God's sake!" he finally managed to blurt out.
"Yeah. I'm your sister, and you're my brother. And you've got a big beautiful dick that I'll bet is getting hard right now. I know that you're getting turned on, because of the way that you're staring at my tits. Wouldn't you like to squeeze my boobs and feel my hot pussy?" As Dorrie talked, she slipped her hands under her boobs and held them out toward Matt. She ran her thumbs over her rigid nipples and made them even harder and pinker.
Matt was indeed getting turned on. He still held the stack of photos of him and Linda, and reviewing them had really jolted his system. They were good-good enough to qualify for many men's magazines. Matt couldn't help imagining Dorrie replacing Linda in the many shots. My God, he thought. She's right. I do want to fuck her. Hard and long. And right now!
Tossing the photographs to the floor, Matt reached out for Dome's tits. He grabbed one in each hand and squeezed the warm, springy flesh. Dorrie leaned forward and placed both of her hands behind Matt's head. Pulling forward and down, she brought his lips to her breasts. He wasted no more time and, abandoning all of his final inhibitions, sucked hard on her left tit, pulling the nipple and surrounding puckered flesh into his mouth.
As he sucked on one of her mammaries and fondled the other, Dorrie reached down between their bodies. She reached to the crotch of Matt's athletic shorts and fumbled around until she felt the huge prick that she craved so much. Even through the cloth, she could feel its heat. She held this position for several minutes-Matt leaning forward, sucking and kneading her boobs, and Dorrie rubbing up and down along his hard-on and reaching up underneath to feel his balls.
Suddenly, Matt raised up and pushed Dorrie back down onto the bed. As she flopped backward on the mattress, she stretched her legs out and pushed the big stuffed bear away. Matt looked down at her half-naked body and then reached down for the loose boxer shorts. Grabbing the elastic waistband, he tugged them down over her hips. He was surprised to see her naked pussy suddenly appear. For some ridiculous reason, he had been expecting his sister to be wearing panties!
With the shorts gone, Matt returned to kneel between Dorrie's outstretched knees. He slipped his hands under her ass cheeks and easily lifted her upward as he brought his face down to her open and vulnerable crotch. The uplifting action opened Dorrie completely, so that Matt's mouth could fit neatly over her open cunt. He immediately jammed his tongue deeply inside.
Dorrie squealed with delight and felt shivers run all through her beautiful body. Matt probed inside her pussy and then thrust his tongue rapidly in and out of her wet hole. He tasted the doubly sweet juices of his sister's cunt-all the sweeter for being forbidden-and lapped along the open slit, repeatedly running his tongue from the hole to the little hooded clitoris at the top. He alternately sucked at the button and then stabbed his tongue tip inside the hole. Then he took her pussy lips in his mouth, gripping them with his own oral lips and chewing gently.
Within minutes, Dorrie was screaming with passion as her first orgasm hit. She bucked and writhed against Matt's face in uncontrolled passion, but he easily held her in position. Her ass rose several inches off the bed, held in Matt's powerful hands, and her legs were draped over his wide shoulders. Her brother's mouth stayed glued to her cunt, and he sucked and licked until she thrashed through a tremendous orgasm. At last, her thrashing stopped and Dorrie dropped limply back to the bed except for her ass still in Matt's hands. Matt looked into Dome's eyes and then slowly and insolently licked one last time from the bottom to the top of her pussy crack.
Matt then stood up from the bed, and quickly dropped his shorts and stripped off the muscle shirt that he was wearing. Standing next to Dome's bed, his huge cock stuck forward and up from the middle of his body-just the way she had seen it through her spy holes, but now only inches away.
"You said that you wanted to do the things that we did in the pictures, didn't you?" he asked. "Well, let's see just how well you can suck on my prick." He knelt on the bed and crawled over his sister. He straddled her chest and, grabbing one huge tit in each hand, squeezed her breasts around his cock. For a few minutes, he humped his hot, long dick into the valley of Dorrie's cleavage, each stroke ending with the cock-tip pushing against her chin or up to her lips.
Finally, Matt slipped off Dorrie's chest and knelt at the head of the bed, alongside her head. He reached down to grasp his sister's shoulders and pull her into position, with her face in his crotch. "Suck, Dorrie!" he commanded. "It's time for you to show me how you can suck my cock."
Coming out of her post-orgasmic daze, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the underside of his huge shaft. Lord, yes, she thought. This is lots bigger than Ramon's. And somehow, I'm gonna suck it.
Dorrie licked at the bright red cockhead, running her tongue all around the tip and underneath the ridge at the back of the crown. As she pursed her lips at the cocktip, she stretched her tongue along the underside of the shaft and simultaneously took Matt's balls in her hand. She played with the two big egg-shaped nuts and remembered to scratch lightly along the edge of his asshole. Then, with Matt somewhat distracted, she finally slipped her mouth down over his bulb-shaped cock.
With the full cockhead in her mouth, Dorrie stopped briefly. Remembering to keep her teeth out of the way, she bobbed her head up and down on Matt's huge tool while she rolled his balls in her hand and tickled his rear entrance. As Dorrie sucked, Matt squeezed and pulled on her delicious tit flesh and nipples.
Dorrie sucked hard, taking more of her brother's massive cock into her mouth. Finally, she felt the monster pushing against the back of her throat. Now, Dome's whole world became centered on Matt's cock and the knowledge that she had to take it all.
Finally, breathing through her nose and working her tongue vigorously along the shaft, Dorrie pushed her head down and swallowed the big cock. She felt the hot, delicious cockhead slip into her throat! She continued to swallow and lick, and push forward until the entire monster dong was fully buried inside her. Dorrie's lips were pressed against the base of Matt's cock and her tongue tip slipped out to lick at the top of his ball sac.
She had done it! She had taken him completely into her mouth and throat.
With Dorrie leaning on her elbows in front of him, and with his entire cock buried in her face, Matt leaned forward holding tightly onto her marvelous tits. With the big jugs as leverage, he started a back and forth rocking motion, fucking his big prick into her gulping mouth. He pulled it back three to four inches, letting the cockhead slide in Dorrie's throat, and then he pushed it forward, all the way inside until her lips and tongue were again at the base of his cock. Back and forth, in and out of her throat he rocked.
Dorrie decided to try something new with Matt. Gulping on his pulsating prick, she held his balls in her left hand and slowly massaged them and rolled them back and forth. While doing this, she slipped her other hand back along his ass cheek and found his asshole. Sucking on his cock and working her tongue rhythmically in time to his thrusts, she pulled down on his ball sac gently and slipped the middle finger of her right hand inside his crack. The sphincter muscle resisted and then gave way as her digit slipped inside.
As Dorrie's finger shoved into Matt's ass, he jerked forward and shoved his cock completely down her gulping throat. Dorrie did not let up at all. As he withdrew his prodding prick slightly, she rammed her finger deeply inside his ass. Matt again countered with a movement that slammed his prick back inside her to the hilt. His balls slipped from her hand and slapped under Dorrie's chin.
With this tempo established, Matt would slam his cock forward and feel it slide down across her tongue and deeply into her throat. Dorrie would counter with a deep, reaming jab in his backside as he pulled back for another thrust. Then, suddenly, Matt felt his balls getting ready to empty. With no thought of pulling out, or even of warning his sister, he stiffened and ground his crotch forward, simultaneously jerking up and forward on Dorrie's dangling tits. His cock swelled even larger and jerked upward against the back of her throat as the cum rushed up out of his balls and up the rigid cock shaft. The bulbous cockhead swelled and filled Dorrie's mouth.
Again and again, Matt's dick jerked and shot its load. Dorrie valiantly continued sucking and licking and working her throat muscles. She sucked and worked her mouth until he had been drained completely. By now, her hands were both cupped firmly around Matt's ass cheeks, and she held him in place as she gulped down his jizz.
Finally, Matt's climax stopped and his thrusts ended. The massive dick wilted slightly in Dorrie's mouth and throat. She slowly slid her head backward, feeling the long, slimy trouser snake slip out. With a little pop, its head cleared the back of her throat and slipped into her mouth.
Dorrie held it briefly in her mouth and sucked thoroughly to make sure that she had caught every last drop of her brother's cum. Finally, she let slip from between her lips.
"Did I suck it all right, big brother?" she asked, and looked at him innocently.
Matt collapsed beside her on the bed. "You know damn well that you did it all right!" he said in a quiet voice. "Just where did you learn to do that?"
"You could say that I practiced my Sunday School lessons very well," she answered. Dorrie snuggled up to nestle on Matt's arm, her head on his muscled shoulder and her big tits pushing into his side. She retained her grasp on his dick and slowly stroked up and down on the shaft as they lay and talked. Occasionally, she would slip her hand further down to rub across his ball sac and roll his nuts in her palm.
For long minutes, the young couple lay quietly together, Dorrie stroking Matt's cock and balls and snuggling against his well-muscled torso. Even though Matt had just cum powerfully, Dorrie hadn't gotten off yet. She had almost cum when Matt's big cock rammed down her throat. Then the strength of his passion took over. Dorrie had to quickly learn to breath through her nose and concentrate on his pleasure.
After several minutes, Matt turned slightly and wrapped his right arm more tightly around his sister. His hand reached around and underneath her arm so he could lightly cup her breast. He started a gentle squeezing, rubbing motion of the big tit and rested one fingertip over her little nipple. As the nipple stiffened, he tickled it with his finger.
"You know that you didn't really have to blackmail me," he said finally. "All you needed to do to get fucked was just to walk into my bedroom and strip. With a body like yours, I couldn't have resisted even if I would have wanted to." As he talked, his cock had started to swell and straighten out under Dorrie's stroking.
"Really?" she asked. "I don't think so. Your 'big brother' attitude would have made you protective even if your cock had gotten as hard as it was a few minutes ago. I think that you would have wanted to fuck me, but you would have needed some really big excuse to overcome your guilt feelings. I just wanted to use the photos to push you into doing something that you would have really wanted to do."
As Dorrie continued to stroke his stiffening cock, she leaned forward on his chest and licked his nipple. It stiffened and swelled. His breath quickened as Dorrie sucked the little bud into her mouth and tickled it with her tongue. She noticed that his prick swelled even more as she sucked and nibbled on his nips.
Dorrie kissed her brother. This was not a typical sister/brother kiss, but an open-mouthed, tongue-battling, deep soul kiss. Dorrie's tongue invaded Matt's mouth just as she gripped his large cockhead and pulled slightly upward. She stabbed her tongue down past his teeth and encountered his own thrusting member. Matt matched her kiss and then forced her tongue back into her mouth. He filled her sweet mouth and her throat with his own tongue as he squeezed her tit. His other hand had slipped down and now cupped her ass, which he squeezed, too.
Pulling free, Dorrie said, "You know big brother, I still haven't been fucked. Isn't it about time you got off your ass and used that big cock to please me?" As she talked, she gripped the member firmly and squeezed hard on the shaft just below the big head. Suddenly, it became just as big and just as hard as the monster cock she had swallowed only a little while before. And her soaking pussy was ready for pounding.
Dorrie rolled over onto her back and, lifting her knees, spread her legs wide for him. Matt automatically reached for her crotch and cupped her pussy in his big hand. He kneaded her pubic mound and squeezed her pussy lips together as he lowered his mouth back to her tits.
First one nipple and then the other, he licked and nibbled at the turgid flesh. Dorrie squirmed in sensuous pleasure and humped her pussy up against his palm. Matt caught one of her nipples in his teeth and bit gently while sucking the tip of her tit deeply into his mouth. At the same time, he slipped his index finger into her slippery slit and jammed it deeply inside.
Dorrie bucked upward and closed her legs to trap his hand. She held his head up against her tit and reached under his body with her other hand to grab again at his cock. "Now Matt," she crooned to him. "Now. It's time to fuck your sister. Fuck me, big brother. Fuck me hard."
Shoving her legs wide apart, Matt knelt between her knees. He leaned forward and supported his weight on his outstretched left arm, while he held his rigid pecker in his right hand. With Dorrie spread wide in front of him, he rubbed the tip of his dick against the base of her cunt. The little hole quivered and seemed to shrink slightly as he probed the tip of his cock against it.
Matt moved slowly and deliberately. He pushed forward until the big cockhead strained against the stretching hole. It resisted for a short while, and then suddenly slipped over the red bulb. It was almost is if her cunt had just reached out and swallowed him whole. But now it was lodged firmly inside and feeling wonderful.
Matt relaxed his arm and sank down on top of his beautiful sister. His chest crushed her tits and flattened the marvelous mounds as he positioned himself. With Dorrie held firmly in his arms and his cock-head lodged just inside her cunt, Matt shifted and his prick entered Dorrie. It slid deep inside her, filling up and stretching her cunt as it had not been before. For the second time, Dorrie had swallowed him completely and held his entire massive prick captive inside her body.
Matt pulled his prick almost out of the girl and then shoved it forward again. Again he was buried to the very hilt inside her. For Matt, this was special. Several of the college girls that he had screwed could not take all of his big prick. That was one of the things that he found so exciting about Linda. She could take him all. And now, so could his sister! Matt knew that she could not have been fucking all that much, but already she could take him fully in both the cunt and in the mouth.
Matt steadily and rhythmically fucked his sister. She quickly adjusted to the tempo of his fucking and she fucked back with a well-matched rhythm. She would shove her pelvis up and forward as he pushed down. As their bodies slammed together, their flesh made a slapping sound, supplemented by a delicious sucking, slurping sound from Dorrie's cunt as Matt pulled back. Slap, slurp, slap, slurp, slap, slurp. The fuck sounds were music to the screwing siblings.
As Matt reamed hard into his beautiful sister's tight, hot cunt, he squeezed her titties and teased the nipples, pushing and twisting the little rock-hard nubs and then forcing them down into the resilient mounds. His mouth was glued to hers, and his tongue danced over her lips and between them.
After several minutes of steady, rhythmic fucking, Dorrie suddenly stiffened and spasmed without warning. Her pussy clenched around Matt's cock, and her legs squeezed tightly around his ass. Her orgasm swept over her and left her quivering and shaking-shaking especially hard since Matt had not stopped or altered his tempo in the slightest. He still pounded away at her pussy and fondled her tits. He had just cum powerfully a little while ago, and now he was prepared to fuck until Dorrie had all she could take. Then he would cum again!
Dorrie's second and third orgasms came in rapid succession. My God, she thought. He is a fucking machine! He just goes on and on and on and keeps pounding my pussy! Oh, yeah, this is wonderful.
Finally, Dorrie pushed up against Matt's chest. Looking into her eyes, he continued to pound into her cunt without breaking stride. "Please Matt. Let's do it the way you did it to Linda in that picture. Fuck me from behind. Fuck me doggie-style?"
Matt stopped and smoothly pulled his cock from her cunt. Pulling back from Dorrie, he allowed her to roll over on the bed and lie on her stomach. Then, reaching down to grasp her hips in his big hands, he easily lifted her ass in the air. With Matt holding her ass up, Dorrie slid her legs forward until she could rest her weight on her knees. She remained on all fours while Matt moved into place behind her.
Reaching forward and down, he grabbed her dangling tits and crushed them up against her chest. Then he cupped a boob in each hand and shifted his crotch to bring his cock to the oozing slit between Dorrie's legs. Holding a tit in each hand, Matt pulled back against her body as she slid his cock back into her hungry pussy. He pushed forward until it was buried over halfway back inside the panting girl.
Releasing Dorrie's tits, Matt pushed down on the middle of her back. Dorrie dropped her torso to the bed as Matt shoved forward again. This new position changed the angle of Dorrie's opening so that, once again, Matt's big cock slammed to the very hilt in the hot, juicy hole.
Dorrie moaned in absolute delight as she felt him penetrate her pussy. "Oh, yeah! God, big brother, you can fuck so damn good!"
With Dorrie helpless in front of him, Matt fucked her hard. He slammed his dick repeatedly over and over, slamming in and out, in and out, harder and harder. The big bed shook and Dorrie's body jerked each time he slapped his pelvis against her ass-spearing his long, thick, red tipped shaft as deeply in as possible. Finally, Dorrie started to cum. Again and again, her pussy went wild as uncontrollable sensations raced outward from her cunt.
Dorrie's moans changed to continuous wordless grunts as she surrendered to the wonderful sensation. She lost track of her orgasms as they continued to sweep over her. Then, as her pussy muscles reacted to the grinding climaxes, they clenched down on Matt's invading cock. Each time he slammed forward, her pussy would clamp down on the big tube. The involuntary action created a suction and a milking motion on his prick. It felt as if his sister's cunt was grabbing him and trying to hold him in place.
Without warning, Matt's cock exploded. Hot jets of cum spurted deep into Dorrie's pussy, soaking the tender tissues of her inner womanhood. Again and again, Matt shot long, burning streams of his cock juice into his younger sister.
Finally, Matt was milked dry. His cock slipped out of Dorrie's gaping pussy, and he settled down beside her on the rumpled bed. Slowly, Dorrie lowered her ass and slid down until she rested flat out on the sheets. They lay together, Matt on his back and Dorrie face down, their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies limp, completely fucked out.
After a few moments, they both became aware of two hands clapping together in approval. Matt raised his head and Dorrie twisted around to look towards the doorway with him. Linda, Matt's beautiful brunette lover stood there leaning against the open door.
"That was fucking great, Matt" she said. "Or should I say that was great fucking?"
"Oh, shit!" Matt moaned. "I forgot that I invited you over for a swim! I'm sorry, Linda, I guess.. .I mean, this isn't what it.. .Oh, hell! I don't know what to say."
Linda smiled at the couple on the bed and said, "It is exactly what it looks like. I've been standing here watching you for the last five minutes. You have just been fucking your sister, and you both seem to have had a great time. Right?"
Dorrie smiled up at her brother's lover. "Yeah, I sucked him off once. Then we fucked front to front for a while, and then he fucked me for the last hour or so from behind. I made him cum twice, and he made me cum about five hundred times. Want to join us?"
Linda looked at the girl with new respect. She
CHAPTER TEN
As Linda slipped onto the bed, Dorrie saw that her tits were even larger than Dorrie's own, and her dark nipples stood out from the deeply tanned boobs. To Dorrie's delight, they looked as if they were over an inch-long and rigidly hard already. Great. She was hot from watching.
Linda kissed Matt deeply and rubbed his limp dick with her left hand. To do so, she had wedged herself somewhat in between the two exhausted siblings. Now as the couple snuggled closer together, Dorrie rolled over on her back to watch the prolonged, sensuous kiss. She saw the couple's tongues work back and forth in a practiced, very familiar fashion. Although it was slill long and impressive, Matt's dick remained limp, however. Dorrie realized that she had worn her brother completely out. He wouldn't be fucking for quite a while!
Linda raised up and rested on Matt's broad chest. Still pulling on his long, limp peter, she smiled down in his face and said, "Looks like your sis ate you all up, lover. Guess that I'll have to get off without your big cock this time."
Without waiting for Matt to reply, Linda leaned over and kissed Dorrie fully on her pouting mouth. With her mind still whirling from the afternoon's multiple cumming, Dorrie relaxed and opened up to the older girl's moves. Linda's tongue slipped into Dorrie's mouth and tickled the back of her lips and teased her tongue. In the meantime, Linda's free hand covered Dorrie's right titty and squeezed gently.
"Have you ever been loved by another girl?" Linda asked. Dorrie shook her head. "Not yet," she answered. "But I think that is going to change."
"Right babe," Linda told her. "Big studs like your beautiful, sexy brother here are okay and they are a lot of fun to fuck. But once they cum three or four times, they are all out of steam. Most of the time, they just want to roll over and go to sleep. But we girls don't have that shortcoming-or should I say short cumming?"
Still holding Matt's dick, Linda lowered her head to Dorrie's beautiful breasts. She gently licked under the lower slopes and up along the delicious curve toward the little pink buds. "Urn, tastes good. And smells wonderful. I approve of your perfume."
Her nipples standing straight up and begging for attention, Dorrie reached up to grasp Linda's dangling boob. Licking on Dorrie's breast tip, Linda smiled, "Good. Play with me love. Pull on them and play with my nipples while I suck on yours. If you're a good girl, I'll let you suck me in a minute."
Finally, Linda released Matt's cock so she could devote her full attention to his sister. Matt pushed the pillows together and settled comfortably at the head of the bed to watch the action. He idly reached over and grabbed one of Linda's ass cheeks as the darker girl moved around to get a better angle to work on Dorrie.
Linda lifted up to rest on her outstretched arms. Towering above Dorrie, she lowered herself over the young woman's face and let her breast dangle into Dorrie's mouth. Immediately, Dorrie sucked the long, dark nipple and the surrounding puckered meat. Un-like Linda's gentle, probing kiss and tongue lashing, Dorrie sucked down hard and long-just as she remembered watching Matt do through the wall weeks before. Linda groaned deeply in her throat and reached up to grab the other girl's cunt.
"Good girl," she said. "I like to have my titties sucked hard! Just like that! You have real natural talent, Dorrie. Keep it up."
As she talked, Linda massaged Dorrie's pussy and slipped her middle finger into the soaked cunt. "Matt really filled you up with cum, didn't he?" she asked.
Dorrie didn't try to reply. She nodded her head without releasing her suction on Linda's tit.
As Dorrie relaxed and followed the older girl's lead, she decided to try things on Linda that she would like to have done to her. Sucking hard on the tit, Dorrie reached under the other girl and fumbled until she found her damp crotch. She started to massage the hairy pubic mound and pushed her fingers along the girl's crotch to reach her pussy. Suddenly, she ran into another hand!
Matt was just pulling his finger out of Linda's cunt. Dorrie's fingers tangled briefly with her brother's and then won out as he slipped his hand away. Dorrie squeezed Linda's pussy lips and then slipped her middle finger deeply into her hot pussy.
She could feel a strange wiggling movement inside the girl. Then she realized what had happened. Matt had taken his fingers out of Linda's cunt so that Dorrie could play; however, he had stuck them into her asshole. Dorrie was feeling her brother's fingers poking into his lover's other orifice.
In the meantime, Linda had fastened her lovely mouth on Dorrie's pussy and was sucking for all she was worth. She was lapping Matt's cum out of his sister's cunt, and the action was driving Dorrie wild. After several minutes of pussy sucking, Linda relaxed her motions and focused on Dorrie's clit. She nibbled and then sucked directly on the tiny nub as Dorrie thrashed and bucked wildly.
During all the commotion, Dorrie sucked furiously on Linda's titty and finger-fucked her cunt. Meanwhile, Matt was almost lazily finger-fucking Linda's asshole. The combination drove both girls wild. Dorrie's orgasm hit her with the impact of a thousand volts. She bucked wildly enough to roll Linda off her crotch and bit hard on the girl's boob. Linda screamed, "Oh. God, yes, yes! Oh, God, yes!" and thrashed on top of Dorrie's face. The wild action jerked both Dorrie's and Matt's probing fingers out of the dark girl's body-but this no longer mattered. She and Dorrie were lost in an explosive mutual orgasm.
As the two satiated women relaxed, Matt eased himself out from under Linda's legs. Looking down at the exhausted pair, he grinned and said, "Guess what, ladies? I've got a little surprise for you."
Both girls snapped their heads up to stare at the man. His massive cock was again hard and as big as ever. It stood almost straight up from his crotch.
"Now, which one of you wants to get fucked? First, that is?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dorrie's world was turning out to be just about perfect. There was only one nagging problem. Dorrie knew that she had to find a way to get her dad into bed. Then she could get on with her wonderfully promising sex life!
About two weeks after her three-way with Matt and Linda, Dorrie found the solution. Martin had to go out of town for a few days, on a business trip. His return got him back home in the middle of the night, and the entire family was in bed by then.
Dorrie waited awake in her dark bedroom, remembering that afternoon's session with Linda. The two girls had the entire afternoon to lazily finger-fuck and lick and suck each other into repeated multiple orgasms! Linda was now Dorrie's absolute best friend, and the younger woman briefly regretted having been so cold to her on the first visit.
She heard Martin's car in the drive, followed by the sound of the downstairs door. She got up and padded to the door of her darkened bedroom to welcome him home. However, she stopped in the open doorway. Martin had quietly crept up the stairs without turning on any lights, and now he was silently stripping off his clothes in the hallway outside his own bedroom door. In the dark shadows, Dorrie could make out the outline of his very familiar cock, and it was rigidly hard and standing straight up!
In seconds, Dorrie knew what was about to happen. Her father would slip into the bedroom and into bed without awakening the sleeping Alice. Then, when he was under the covers, he would wake her up with a marvelous surprise.
Silently, Dorrie slipped back inside her bedroom and raced to her bathroom spy hole. Even though the room was dark, there was just enough light from the partially open drapes for her to follow the action.
Martin did, indeed, slip into bed, but then he very gently slipped the sheets off his sleeping wife. With very gentle nudges, he got her to turn onto her back without waking. Dorrie was not surprised to see that her mom slept in the nude. Apparently, this was part of the game. When one of the couple was alone in bed, they slept naked so that the other would have unobstructed access to the goodies when he (or she) returned.
As Dorrie watched, Martin softly pushed on
Alice's thighs until she spread her legs apart. Then Martin reversed his position so that he could kneel over the woman and bring his mouth down to her pussy. As he licked the sleeping woman's cunt, she shifted in her sleep and opened her legs wide while moaning quietly.
By the time Alice finally started to wake up, her body was fully excited. As she eyes blinked open, he was positioned between her legs and his cock tip was poised at the opening to her gaping pussy. Martin shoved his cock deeply inside her and began fucking her furiously!
Wow! Dorrie thought. What a way to wake up!
Dorrie watched and listened enough of the action to understand the game. And then Dorrie had her answer. Now she just had to find the right time to put her plan into action.
Several days later, Alice got an invitation to attend a church group meeting in Tallahassee. She would have to drive up with Reverend Masters, and the two of them would have to stay at a hotel for at least two days. Surprisingly,, Alice seemed to be very eager to accept this particular invitation.
The evening after Alice left with Reverend Masters, Dorrie was extra attentive to her Dad. She carefully dressed in clothes that, quite accidentally, accentuated her luscious curves. She wore some cut-off jeans that were cut high enough to show off her ass cheeks whenever she bent over even slightly. And she wore one of Matt's old tattered muscle shirts that was several sizes too large for her. However, underneath the shirt, she was braless, and her juicy young tits bounced and jiggled in wonderful independent swaying motions whenever she moved.
After dinner, she joined her dad in the den and snuggled up on the floor at his feet. She leaned back against his legs to watch television with him. She had carefully arranged to let the big shirt slip around as she sat down so that, from where he was sitting, Martin could not keep from having an excellent view of one of her naked tits.
During the program, Dorrie held her place snuggled against Martin's knees. She noticed that his breath came somewhat more rapidly, and he really didn't seem to be paying as much attention to the TV program as he usually did.
When the program ended, Dorrie stood and innocently stretched her beautiful young body as if she were tired and ready for bed. The movement would have caused most men to salivate. She arched her back with her arms behind her head and stretched widely while yawning. Her almost naked tits bulged forward and stuck proudly outward. Her pelvis pushed forward also.
"Well, dad, I'm going to bed. It's been a long day," she said. Dorrie then leaned down and kissed her father on the cheek and rumpled his hair. As she did so, she sneaked a peek at his lap. The bulge in his lap was definitely a hard cock!
As Dorrie started upstairs, she stopped and called back down to her Dad. "Oh yeah," she said, "Mom called and said to tell you that she might be home tonight. But, if so, it will be pretty late. So don't wait up. She said that you would know what that meant."
Dorrie trotted up the stairs, her ass cheeks plainly visible to her father's gaze, and her tits bouncing wonderfully.
Dorrie undressed and stepped into her bathroom. She showered and thoroughly cleaned and pampered herself. She applied bath powder and perfume borrowed from mom's bath so that she would smell exactly like Alice usually did. She knew that her body was close enough in size to pass for her mother's body in the dark.
After her shower and preparations, Dorrie had to force herself to lie quietly for over an hour before she heard Martin climb the stairs and close his bedroom door. She lay impatiently for at least another half-hour to be sure that he was in bed and asleep. Then, just to be sure, she went into her bath and checked through her spy hole. Martin was apparently sleeping soundly.
Slipping out of her bedroom, she crossed the dark hallway and eased open the door to the parents' bedroom. Very quietly, she closed the door behind herself and tiptoed across the carpet to the big, king-sized bed. With her heart beating so loudly she was sure someone would hear, she very gently slipped into the bed. Earlier, Dorrie had made sure the drapes were tightly closed. Now the room was almost completely dark.
Dorrie carefully slipped the sheet down off Martin's body until she had completely uncovered him. With the very gentlest touched possible, she determined that he was sleeping on his back, so his cock would be easy to get at! Still with the easiest of touches, she reached down to find the beautiful tool.
Dorrie's daddy's dick was limp and laying across his groin. She gently held it in her hand and slowly and smoothly stroked it back and forth, back and forth. Then she reached farther down and ran her fingers over his balls, lifting them gently in her hands and rolling the big nuts in her palms. Returning to the man's cock, she found that it was noticeably larger than when she had touched it the first time. It seemed to have swollen and gotten longer. This was going to work!
Leaning over her father, Dorrie kissed his cock-tip. Running her tongue over the head, she then licked along the shaft all the way down to the big ball sac. She licked his balls and flicked her wet tongue back and forth across his scrotum.
Leaving his big balls wet with her spit, Dorrie returned to Dad's cock. She held the now almost fully erect prick in her hand, and she slowly sucked on the large cockhead. She slipped her tongue around the crown and over the little cock-slit, which was just beginning to drip its own lubrication. Then she sucked the cockhead into her hot mouth.
Sucking deeply, she pushed forward and swallowed the big, hot prick, slathering it with her tongue as more and more of it slipped into her mouth and down her throat. Suddenly, the big cock pushed up and into her face of its own accord. Daddy was awakening and reacting to the attention his prick was receiving.
His hands reached out and slid along her body. They found her dangling boobs and grabbed the warm, delicious woman flesh. He pulled on her tits and squeezed roughly as she continued to suck on his now fully erect dick.
One of Daddy's hands left the tit it was squeezing and slid back along her body to fumble at her crotch. In the dark, he had to feel around until he could find her damp pussy lips. He started a combination movement, playing with her tit with one hand as he rubbed and squeezed her pussy with the other.
Finally, Dorrie let the big, wet cock slip from her mouth and pulled back. She turned around to lie back on the bed and pulled her daddy toward her. He rose up on his elbows and lowered his face to her proud, firm boobs. Taking a large, rigid nipple in his mouth, Martin sucked it. He maintained his grasp on her pussy and squeezed the hot, dampening flesh. The middle finger of his hand slipped inside, and he thrust deeply into her cunt.
Suddenly releasing her cunt and letting her titty pop out of his mouth, Martin pushed his daughter's legs widely apart and knelt between them. Dropping on top of her, he again grabbed both tits and settled into the saddle formed by her spread legs. Probing forward, he jabbed and probed with his hard, hot cock, searching for her pussy opening. After a couple of tries, Daddy's prick found the hot, tight, wet opening; and his cockhead slipped firmly inside. Not stopping to let her cunt get accustomed to him, he pushed relentlessly forward and shoved his dick fully into his beautiful daughter. Despite her earlier resolve to be silent, Dorrie let out a long, low moan. She pushed back with her crotch and helped to bury him even deeper. She could feel his balls slap against he ass and feel his cocktip against the back of her cunt canal.
Pulling back until his cock was nearly out of her pussy, daddy stopped and slammed forward, again burying himself to the hilt.
Dorrie felt her orgasm start deeply inside her vaginal tunnel. It seemed to burn and tingle and radiate out from her mid-section and to her legs. She clutched her daddy with her arms and clenched her legs around his ass and squeezed down. As he continued fucking her furiously, her ass bobbed up and down with his movements. Her grasping, hungry cunt clenched his ramming dick and milked the hot, pounding rod.
Martin came abruptly and massively. His cock suddenly spurted his hot cum into his daughter's pussy, filling the tight hole completely. He continued to pound into her and shoot his sperm with each stroke. His body stiffened with each ejaculation, and his hands clenched on her big titties.
Finally, the two of them lay unmoving, her daddy's dick still firm and buried inside Dome's cunt. Then, with a deep, tender kiss on her swollen lips, he slipped his softening cock out of her and rolled off to his side of the bed.
"God, darling, that was the best in years," he said. "You felt as hot and tight as you did when we were young. Good night, darling."
Within minutes, he was asleep again. Smiling, Dorrie slipped out of the bed and snuck back to her own room. Once there, she slid under the
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