It is a national, standing joke that rural America is innocent America. The joke, of course, is on everybody. Children on the farm are brought up with more sexual knowledge than any city child could ever obtain. They know about conception and babies and sex! It can't be hidden.
What it is that the rural Americans have that is different from their city cousins is a sense of sin. Separated by time and space from their neighbors, the rural American can indulge in his own perversion to his heart's contentment. And if that perversion is condemnation of his neighbor's life style, there is no one to tell him he may not do it.
Religion on the farm has become, in great part, justification of working harder than anyone else with fewer pleasures. The reward is heaven.
This is a book about rural America. Not one which plunges too deeply into psyche of country morality, but a book which is concerned with the reality of rural sexuality. Right and wrong is not something that can be dictated where sex is concerned. Mostly it is a matter of an individual deciding for himself what is good or bad, and leaving those decisions for others to others.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
I am wet! I am wetting my panties! It was a warm, humid afternoon and Julie's forehead sprouted beads of perspiration as she peddled her bicycle home. But Julie knew the wetness between her legs had nothing to do with the cloud of humidity which hung over the farming town of Braley. The seepage running into her panties was thicker and hotter than plain, ordinary sweat. And it made her itch too!
Julie wanted to hop off her bike and pull down her panties and give the hairy triangle between her legs a good scratching. But even in a somnolent little burg like Braley, such behavior was not condoned and Julie headed down the sidewalk which led to the tree-lined park.
I must hurry! I feel like I'm on fire! Julie had just turned fourteen last month and she was smart enough to know that the strange sensation going on in her panties was only part of the much larger feeling called sex. She had been watching it happen for the past few months as her scrawny body suddenly began to ripen like a big succulent pear.
She had noticed herself in the bathroom mirror each morning, taking great satisfaction in the way her hips seemed to swell and her breasts grew. Her young, athletic body was an endless source of amusement. She loved sitting in the bath tub and rubbing the soapy wash cloth around her fast rising nipples until they seemed to glow and make her flesh hot and tingly all over.
It was fun and something for the little girl to do in Braley, for she had no friends at school and fondling herself was a pleasant way to pass the long afternoons. But the tingling in her crotch was a new experience. She always felt herself grow hot and excitable and it usually happened at school or in movie house or like now, riding her bike home.
She was wetting and itching at times when it was impossible to satisfy the burning sensation between her legs and Julie wondered why sex, which she was sure was the motivating force behind it all, would exhibit itself at such embarrassing times.
The park was less than a block away and Julie was peddling her bike for all she was worth. To relieve the terrible burning in her cunt, Julie held her knees closely together as she rode, the long-necked bicycle seat rubbing deliciously against her panties. Her dress was blowing up revealing her wetness to the public's harsh view, but Julie was beyond caring, so excited and intense was she. My twat is on fire! she thought, using the word she'd read in her step-brother's magazines. It hurts so bad that I might pee-pee on myself!
Her hard peddling paid off as Julie arrived at Nicholson's Park which was actually a miniature forest preserve that spread out over a city block in Braley and was a favorite playground for the kids.
Julie rode her bike down the narrow path, clanging the toy bell of the handle bars, before darting off on a dirty trail to her favorite hidden spot deep in the woods.
The great, bushy elm tree rose up around her, making Julie feel weak and small and helpless in their gigantic presence. Immediately she reached under her dress and slipped her hand into the matted clump of pubic hair.
"Aaaaahhh!! " she groaned, rubbing her little hair forest with the tips of her fingers. She squirmed her hips against her hand and closed her blue eyes as the hot spasms of joy rushed through her crotch. She rubbed harder and harder, feeling her tight, rosy colored nipples throb with the beautiful messages of love issued from her cunt.
Julie had never felt so wet before. The tension centering in her cunt seemed to grow hotter all the time and her body became more and more pleasure demanding.
The hot sex explosions drained out the slit in her crotch, as she continued her cunt massaging and Julie found a pleasant surprise when her finger accidentally brushed against her clitoris.
"Ohhhh! That's wonderful, that really is!" she groaned, darting her hand once more into her bush and stroking the tiny, hard clit button. Her nerves seemed to jumped as if electric current were running through her.
She was flushed with excitement and her thighs began trembling, but Julie could not pull her hand away from under her dress. She was fingering her clit and rubbing the puffy lips to her cunt and an invisible force seemed to keep her hand in place. She groaned and humped her fingers and cried out as the throbbing desire was suddenly raising its head everywhere, burning hot love trails in her ass-hole, in her tits and even her sweet, darling mouth.
Her fingers were soaked by her cunt lubricant and by accident she jammed her fingers into the soft, juicy cunt slit and tickled the tight, channel walls. Oh my, that is something unreal, she thought. She was rubbing very hard, bringing herself to a climax as her fingers dripped into her honey pot, then rubbed her cunt lips and tickled her clit button.
"What's happening, what's happening!" she cried. Julie's body was doing all sorts of crazy things. Her hips were bucking, and her twat was wetting, and her tits ached with desire, and strangled currents of sensation rippled through her virgin flesh as she leaned against a tree and squatted down and humped her twat against her two thrusting hands.
"Ohhhhh!" she yelled, wildly excited by her body's new response. Her hands rubbed faster and her hips thrust harder and her blood pounded in Julie's ears until it all came together in a blinding flash of passion that sent Julie reeling to the ground as her body climaxed in its very first orgasm.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" She said after her surging desire subsided. She felt clean and pure and wildly alive and happy for the first time in her life. The slippery, warm lather oozed into her hand and the humid, spring wind cooled her fetid crotch. She lay back in the ensuing bliss, bringing her hand up absently to her mouth and licking off her cunt juice. "Oh, goodness," she said, surprised at the salty pungent taste. Her panties were ripped open and hanging on one leg, and, raising her head, she realized her new dress was soiled.
"Mother will spank me," she cried. She got to her feet, throwing the panties into the bush and mounted her bicycle. The hard leather seat wedged between her naked buttocks as she painfully peddled home. Her cunt's wetness did not help any and she tried to keep her butt cheeks closed to prevent the seat from digging a channel through her middle. She also had to keep her dress down or people on the street would laugh at her. It was still a good mile to home and she hoped that her sore cunt would last the journey. "I've got to sneak into the house, and change before mommy finds out about my dress," she said to herself. "Otherwise, my ass is in a sling."
By the time Julie rode up to the clapboard farmhouse, the blazing sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon as the day was coming to an end. Her cunny was dry as bone and the puffy lips opening to her channel hurt terribly from the rubbing of the bicycle. She still had to get into the house and up to her room without her mother finding out. Julie noticed the familiar light blue Chevy in the driveway which belonged to her step-mother and she also saw the mail truck parked at the curb.
"It's awfully late for delivering mail," she said, but she had more important things to worry about, as she laid the bike against the storm cellar door and carefully opened the screen to the back door.
Her heart was pounding a mile a minute as she tip-toed across the kitchen linoleum when the sound of her mother's harsh voice made her freeze with fear.
"Hurry up, David, I've waited so long for that big cock I could scream," said her mother from upstairs. Julie breathed a sigh of relief, for her mother had not discovered yet that she was home. But who was she talking to.
She crossed over to the recreation room and hurriedly shimmied out of her dress and into a ragged pair of Levi's and a worn blouse. She was safe, at least until the dress was discovered, but Julie wondered what her mother was doing. She certainly was yelling loud enough.
"That's good, Jesus, that's wonderful the way you lick my tits. Aaaah! Jesus you can play with my twat any time."
Twat! Julie felt a stirring between her legs when she heard the familiar word. Mother was having sex upstairs in the bedroom, just as she had out in the woods. It seemed incredible to her because her father was away in Washington and Julie was sure that her mother was not fingering her twat as she had done, but was having a man do it for her.
Julie knew the dangers if her mother caught her, but she had to find out who David was. The groaning and moaning and bed spring squeaking strengthened the girl's resolve. There was something mysterious and wonderful happening upstairs and she was certain it had something to do with sex. Julie mounted the stairs softly so as not to disturb her mother and when she saw that the bedroom door was closed she didn't get discouraged for there was always the upstairs balcony. If she was careful and very silent, Julie could creep out her window and follow the balcony around to her mother's window.
She stepped out onto the rickety old wood planking and was about to turn back in fear of getting caught when her mother let out a deep moan, giving her the courage to go on.
Her little heart was beating like a trapped animal inside her chest as Julie crawled up to the window sill and peered over the top.
"AAAAWWWWW!!!" Her mother lay on top of the unmade bed totally nude, her globe like breasts heaving as she gasped for air. Julie watched her mother's legs which were reared back against her chest and parted open so that her mother's hairy cunt hole was exposed. She'd never seen her mother naked before and she was seized with envy for her breasts were so big and her twat was so wet and furry.
Between her parted thighs was David, and his head was bent into her mother's crotch and his pink tongue was going in and out of her mother's crack.
"You can eat me anytime," her mother was saying, "you really know how to eat pussy. That feels so wonderful when you stab my cunt with your tongue, it sends me through the roof."
Her mother was humping her hips in small rotating circles which, Julie reasoned, made David's tongue go deeper into the crotch slit. The air was pungent with sex smell and Julie wondered if David was drinking down the cunt fluid which drained from her slit.
Despite her groaning and urgings, David continue lapping at the woman's cunt door, tongue fucking her cunt and sensitized clit until she was half out of her mind. He liked the congressman's wife because she was in continual need of sex and didn't mind at all his dropping by in the afternoon and fucking her.
With her legs rolled, back against her tits, David could fuck her cunt or jam his prick up her butt, whatever he so desired. And his cock was hard and twitching all ready for some heavy sexing. He moved up on top of her so his erection lay between the deep ravine of her buttocks. Hunching his hips in slow steady rhythms, David dragged his sex stem through the part in her butt cheeks, his cock tracing lightly over her bung hole and cunt slit in one steady, continuous movement.
"That drives me wild when you do that!" cried Julie's mother and indeed it did, thought her step-daughter, for her mother's whole body seemed to rise off the bed. "Dragging your nuts across my ass. Jesus, you must have the sexiest balls of any man in the world."
"That's only the beginning, Miss Hot Twat," replied David. Julie watched him feel her mother's breasts and bring his hands into the V of her legs.
"I want to fuck you good, baby," he said. "My cock is going to make you come all over the place."
Julie was not sure exactly what he meant until David rose up and she saw the raw, red face of his prick. Instantly she felt a lump rise in her throat and a tightness knot up in her button-sized cunt. She was amazed at the size and thickness of the penis, it was much larger than her step-brother's and it stood out straight.
It obviously excited her mother, for she squirmed under his legs, grabbing for the rigid pecker. "Come here, baby, I'm gonna suck that big cock and make you come everywhere at once."
"That's okay, darling," assured David, "we've had enough sucking for today. But I will fuck you with this big cock."
Julie wondered how exactly he was going to do that. He would probably push the sausage-like penis into her mother with his hand or maybe both hands and then rub her cunt with the shaft. His cock seemed enormous, much too big for her puny little hole, and Julie wondered if she would ever be big enough for a prick that big.
"Anything, darling," said her mother. "Just feed that big cock into me and I'll make you happy."
He continued stroking her wet loins. "Keep talking like that, darling. I like to hear you talk dirty," he said. The sunlight blazed through the window, the sweat pouring from their excited bodies sparkling in the glare.
"Hurry, do what you want, but hurry," she groaned, her thighs parting as if begging for his male sustenance. Julie found it difficult controlling herself. Despite the rawness of her own cunt, she felt very excited and as her mother writhed under David's domination, Julie felt the wild urge to finger her twat again. Sensitive and curious as children are, she wondered what David was going to do with his cock. Was he going to stick his big stick into her cunt, or did he have something else in mind? Julie realized her pleasure box was right where she urinated and she wondered if her mother would pee on David's cock if he stuck it inside her.
"Do it! Dear God, stick it to me just as hard as possible," cried her anguished mother, flopping frantically against the springy mattress, her cunt striking against the end of his cock.
"Okay, sweetheart, here's that big cock just the way you want it," he said. With deliberate care, he reared back his hips, curling up his strength, her cunt now seeping like a deep wound in her crotch and when his cock could no longer stand the tension, he thrust forward with a blur of flesh, and a glorious sense of relief eased through his tortured flesh as his cock parted the inflamed door of her cunt and slid into the heated meat within.
"AAAIIIEEE!! ! "
Her scream surprised little Julie and she wondered if David had seriously hurt her step-mother. Her firm buttocks rose off the bed as David thrust his prick into her cunt folds.
"Take it! Take this cock, you slut," he snapped, pounding his swollen prick into her delighted flesh. "Squeeze your cunt lips! Suck me into your hole!"
Even from the window, Julie could smell the pungent odor of lovemaking as their flesh came together in long, slapping strokes.
"Oh, God, Yessss!" she groaned. "Keep doing it. Don't stop fucking me!"
She felt terribly excited watching David stick his cock into her step-mother's gooey cunt and she could feel her own wetness and the wonderful tension that accompanied it. She reached to the crotch of her pants, her wide open eyes never leaving the sight of her step-mother, and with two bold fingers, found her groove and stuck them inside her. "Ohhh!" she said to herself, for it felt good again to ream her cunny hole.
The two grown ups on the bed frightened her with the deep animal sounds of their lovemaking.
"Aaarrgh! Deeper ... stick me deeper ... yes! ... good! WONDERFUL!" She was humping up and down to the short, darting rhythm of David's cock, her creamy hips taking Jus prick deep into her tumescent cunt channel and sucking all the hot pleasure from his cock.
"Bitch! I'll make you come like a goddamn freight train." He grabbed her ass cheeks and reared her hips violently upward so his prick thundered down on her helpless cunny. She screamed wildly again and their fucking built to a crescendo and suddenly her tits seem to go rigid and her back lifted mysteriously off the bed and her cunt came alive. "Jesus, I'm coming! Oh, Jesus, at last! Oh glorious come! Come!"
Julie felt a tingle in her channel as her finger worked up a second frothy mixture of pleasure. Though the raw skin would hurt later on, Julie was enjoying every pleasing stroke of her channel.
David looked pretty excited to her too as he bounced his cock in and out of her mother's snatch.
"You wanted it, sweetheart," he roared. "Well, it's here. Just the way you like it." And his cock pounded out a final love rhythm on her cunt slit before the thick fluid boiled into his shaft then shot into her crack. "Ah! Ah! Suck up my come, baby!" David felt a surge of relief as his balls drained into her cunt, but at the last instant he pulled his dick free and spurted a string of semen onto her face.
"Jesus!" Julie watched the white come shoot from David's cock and splash on her mother's lips.
She thought he was pissing at first, but saw how thick and creamy his cock cream was.
That must be nice, she thought, as her mother licked off his sex sauce and lay back on the bed. Julie wanted to stay for more, but she had to get back to her room and play it safe. She crawled back along the balcony to her room, slipping inside the window and closed it behind her.
It only occurred to her inside her bedroom that David was actually the mailman! That's crazy, she thought, really crazy. The mailman!
CHAPTER TWO
Julie couldn't control the shaking in her body. She had watched something she shouldn't have. If the man had been daddy, she reasoned, that would have been bad enough. But it wasn't. It was a man she had never seen before, a perfect stranger, and he was doing that terrible thing on the bed which Julie knew was wrong for him to do to a married woman. And especially her step-mother, a woman who in the two weeks of her marriage to her father, Julie had grown to dislike intensely.
The sound of movement made her nerves freeze up. She pictured the downstairs as she had left it and wondered if her mother would spot the bicycle or the soiled dress in the laundry.
"Oh, right now she probably doesn't care," Julie said to herself, remembering how good her own cunny felt. Her step-mother was probably feeling so good right this moment, that Julie doubted her presence would be detected by her step-mother.
So she was safe, at least for the time being, and Julie turned her rich imagination to the subject of sex. The man in her mother's bed was very young and very well built. She had never seen a naked man before and the sight of so much, strong, muscular flesh had stimulated her. She wondered if daddy would look equally good in bed when compared with this stranger.
"That's a terrible thing to think about daddy," she said to herself. Her father was tall and thin with dark, handsome features and though she rarely saw him out of his dark blue suit she imagined him to be as expert in the field of sexing as he was at his profession, which was being the congressman for his district.
She was proud of her father and it was not right for her step-mother to be going to bed with other men behind his back. There was not much a fourteen year old girl could do about her step-mother's ways, but at least daddy should know as much as she did, and Julie decided to write the congressman a letter.
Her heart pounded as if she had run a mile, as Julie found a note pad in her desk and some envelopes used for sending Valentine's. Having never written a letter to her father before, Julie was quite nervous, but she already knew what to say to him, as she scrambled through her things looking for a pen.
"Oh, damn," she said, wishing for once that she could remember to stock her desk with paper and writing instruments. She didn't want to go downstairs just yet, since her mother and the stranger were still giggling and laughing in the other room.
And that left Kenny's room! When her step-mother and two children moved in Julie had been given strict orders not to go into their rooms. Her nipples tingled at the thought of doing something she shouldn't, but Julie was not discouraged from plunging right ahead. After all, she rationalized, it was important that her father knew what was going on at the house while he was away.
Gathering up her determination, young Julie crept out into the hallway and tippy-toed down the hallway to Kenny's room and carefully eased the door open and walked inside.
Her step-brother was certainly a slob, she thought. There was dirty clothes, and crumpled papers and stacks of junk littering the room. She moved to the desk and started looking through the desk drawer for a pen when she was distracted by the magazines strew across the bed.
"Oh, my goodness," she whispered, looking with disbelief at the glossy photo covers of the magazines with such titles as "He Man Sex" and "Man's Delight." Women in strange contorted positions appeared on the covers and as Julie noticed they were all naked except for a few scanty garments. She reached for one and flipped through the pages and was she surprised.
The models were laying back on beds or in various erotic poses and they had rich, thick furry pelts between their legs and round, globe sized tits just like her step-mother. And some pictures showed men, with big, erect cocks like she had witnessed. She didn't know that such magazines even existed and her step-brother had dozens of them all spread out on the rumpled bed spread. It was obvious that they were all devoted to sex and they showed her all kinds of strange, wild things that she would never have thought possible. Girls were making love to other girls in one magazine while in another the men all seemed to be standing around while two other guys covered a girl with their bodies. It was possible to perform sex in hundreds of unique and interesting ways, she now realized and it made her happy that her step-brother Kenny, only a year older than herself, would know about such things.
As she dropped the last magazine to the bed, Julie realized she was not the only person in the room and she froze in place, her body refusing to move the slightest bit, as her ears perked at the sound of a voice coming from the adjoining bathroom.
It was Kenny and he was groaning as if he were in some terrible pain.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it much longer!" Quietly
Julie put her ear to the closed door and listened. He was moaning something awful, but there was another sound too, like the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. It was a dull noise, as if he were hitting his fleshy thigh with two fingers, but it must hurt, thought Julie to make him groan so loud.
"Get it on, nowww! I can't take it any longer," Julie wondered if her step-brother had perhaps slipped on the bathroom tile and broken his leg, or maybe cut his hand or even something worse. Though her better instincts told her to go away, Julie's felt drawn towards the door. She had to find out what was hurting her step-brother, and turning the door knob she open the door just a crack and peeked in.
"I'm going to burst open," groaned Kenny. "Make something happen or I'll burst." To Julie's surprised eyes, her step-brother was not sprawled on the tile floor as she had imagined. He was squatting on the toilet seat, his pants drooped around his ankles and Julie at first thought he was taking a bowel movement or something equally embarrassing and messy. But no, that wasn't it. His hand seemed to be pounding the center of his crotch, the fingers only a blur of motion really and she wondered why he was hitting himself so hard, the flesh slapping-sound now very distinct, and all of this really puzzled her mind until she eyed the conical shaped shape rising from the center of his crotch.
"He's got a big one too," she thought, and it indeed was large and thick, just like the ones in the magazines. And he was really going at it, she thought, her eyes staring with unbearable curiosity, for the shaft was getting redder "and redder with every flurry of strokes.
She watched his buttocks humping forward on the toilet seat and the thrusting of his cock into the cunt-softness of his hand, and Julie surmised that he enjoyed pounding his penis with such wild abandon.
"Oh, yes! Here! Right here!" he screamed, and suddenly his hips left the seat and the red prick lunged straight towards the door, as if it were pointed at her, and Julie almost screamed for the cock appeared to spit at her.
"Coming!" screamed Kenny, as a stream of pus like stuff splashed against the door. Julie closed the door hurriedly, and ran away as fast as she could. She had been spying and Kenny might really get upset. She had seen the white stuff hit the door with such force that it surprised her. "Coming," she whispered to herself, that's what he called it. And she remembered that the stranger had used the very same words when her mommy was so excited on the bed.
Perhaps, this coming was not so bad, she reasoned. Certainly her mother and step-brother didn't think so, they actually seemed to enjoy it. Whatever it was she would have to learn more about this coming, even if it meant reading the silly books of her step-brother or spying on her step-mother. One way or another she was going to learn why this "coming" made her new family do crazy things. Just as soon as she wrote her father a letter telling him about the strange man in mother's bedroom.
CHAPTER THREE
Dear Congressman, Hi daddy, it's me! I like to call you congressman because I know you like your official title and I like to make you happy. I really do! Life is okay here. I've really been trying hard to like my step-mother, Mrs. Margaret Williams, but she acts so very strange to me. She doesn't love me like my real mommy. Why did my real mommy have to die, daddy. I know I'm not supposed to ask, but I did anyway so there.
Anyway Margaret has a friend called David and I think you should know about him because they were in your bedroom hugging and kissing each other like really close friends. And neither had their clothes on. And they did other things like I've seen in my step-brother's magazines and they got very hot and excited. I could tell because they sweated so much. Maybe this is what grown-ups do, but I didn't think they should be carrying on without at least you knowing about it. Oh, yes, they said twat and other words like that a lot. And were they swearing a blue streak! Anyway that's about all I have to say except that I'm going to be seeing you real soon in Washington. That's right, isn't it wonderful. The school is taking a trip to Washington to see all the beautiful buildings and stuff because our nation is having a birthday. So love, I gotta go and I'll see you soon.
Love, Julie
Not having written many letters, Julie found saying exactly what was on her troubled mind difficult. She hoped that her father would understand she cared about him and might get home for a visit more often.
She finished off the letter with a big sprawling signature and, having folded up the stationary and tucked it into the envelope, she wrote "Congressman Williams, Washington, D.C." across the front. And then for special emphasis so those old fuddy duddies at the post office got the hint, she scrawled "Extra Urgent" in the lower corner. She put a stamp on the envelope and with a great deal of pride deposited her first letter into the mail box.
Then, with a clear conscience, Julie returned to her room. And just in time, for the mailman was coming down the stairs. He walked slowly and was slumped over and Julie guessed he was still tired from the little episode with mommy.
Julie went to her bedroom door and slowly took off her clothes, for her cunt was still quite sore from the day's excitement, and like the curious child that she was, Julie turned her mind to the magazines strewn across her step-brother's bed. He knew more about sex then she did. Certainly he looked happy in the bathroom playing with that hard, red thing between his legs. As she lay back, inviting the dark world of her unconscious mind to intervene, Julie wondered what a "dick" felt like against her skin. And perhaps, more important, what it felt like between her own two scrawny legs.
If her step-mother Margaret was cold and at times unloving, she atoned for her emotional sins when it came time for dinner. For she was a wonderful cook and Julie could hardly restrain herself when the platters of chicken and gravy and mashed potatoes and green peas were passed around.
As the youngest family member, Julie sat at the far end of the dinner table, but there was always plenty of food. She licked her lips with anticipation as the chicken was passed down. She loaded her plate with goodies.
"Mother, I want to begin, now!" said Sherri impatiently. Her step-sister was always in a hurry to go somewhere, but Mrs. Williams was old fashion and refused to begin eating until everyone had food.
"Big deal," said Kenny, piling peas on his plate.
"So you have a date tonight."
"You shut your mouth, Kenny," shouted Sherri. She threw her napkin on the table and appeared ready to jump on him right at the table and beat him with her fists.
"Children!" said Mrs. Williams. "This is no way to behave before your youngest sister." She turned and stared intently at Julie. "Let's show some manners."
"But I have a date," replied Sherri. "With David Ragen. We're going to the movies."
From outside the window came the shrill noise of a car horn.
"He's here!" yelled Sherri, the ring of surprise in her voice. "And I'm not even ready!"
"You're not going to the movies," said Kenny, taking the attack to her. "I know where you're going. I know and I'll tell."
"You say one word..." screamed Sherri. And only the knocking at the door saved them from having a row right there. Julie was just watching them, curious at who Sherri's date was and where they were going. She had the eerie suspicion that not everything was right and when Sherri rose from the table to answer the door, she had the urge to ask Kenny what her sister was up to.
Julie had no idea who David Ragen was, but she almost cried out loud when he came to the table and was introduced to the family. IT WAS THE
POSTMAN, THE MAN SHE HAD SEEN IN BED WITH HER STEP-MOTHER! Julie was too shocked for words and when introduced to him, she could not move a muscle. Julie thought her eyes might fall out. It couldn't be the same man.
"Would you care for something to eat?" said Mrs. Williams, ladling out a heaping portion of vegetable onto her plate.
"No thank you, Mrs. Williams," he answered. "Actually, with your permission, I would like to take your daughter to the movies. The show starts in a few minutes."
"But," said Kenny.
His mother cut him off in mid-sentence. "You have my permission David. Now run along and have a good time."
Julie watched them acting out much different roles than the ones she had witnessed that afternoon. She blinked hard and wondered if she were wrong, that this was a different David. It would be easy to believe such a mistake, but just as they were leaving David looked over at her, and his chilling blue eyes looked right through Julie. David was their mailman and he was the lover of her step-mother and step-sister.
She followed them as they left the house and then Mrs. Williams spoke. "Now Kenny, I've told you not to interrupt," she said. "It's impolite and not the right behavior for the son of a congressman!"
Kenny apologized and rose from the table to clear dishes. But Julie was so curious to know more about her sister and the stranger David that she got up and followed Kenny to the kitchen. Once away from Margaret, she pestered her step-brother until he finally told her.
"They don't go to the movies," he explained. "That isn't what interests them."
"Oh," said Julie.
"They drive around for awhile," said Kenny, "then they park the car over at the park and walk through the forest preserve."
"Oh, by the house," she asked, remembering that only that afternoon she had leaned against a tree and felt the first, feminine urgings of her cunt reach fulfillment. Would they go to her spot in the woods! Would they find her panties? The odds seemed incredible, but it made her young mind teem with wild possibilities.
"That's the one," he said. "I followed them once on my bike. Sis goes into the woods with David and they walk around for awhile then they ... well, they do some funny things."
"Like what?" she asked trying to conceal her excitement. "Tell me, tell me."
What had started as a mild curiosity was now throbbing desire that demanded satisfaction. She would not stop until she knew everything about
David Ragen.
A smile spread across her step-brother's face as if he understood her wants and was willing to join her conspiracy.
"Come on," he whispered. "Let's hurry with these dishes and I'll take you there and show you."
The wind was cold for that time of year, but Julie was not concerned with the biting edge of the raw weather, that cut through her blouse and raised goose bumps on her small tit mounds. She was on her bicycle again, pumping the pedals furiously to keep up with Kenny as they neared the tiny forest preserve. Their clothes were darkened and did not reflect the illumination of the street lights, nor the intense glow of the full moon.
Julie was giddy with excitement for already they were at the park grounds and her heart pounded in her chest as she saw the faint outlines of a car in the parking lot.
"Hurry up," warned Kenny. He locked the rear brake and skidded to a halt. He was bigger and stronger and older than Julie and it frustrated him to have to wait for her. When she finally came to the place where he had stopped, Kenny could see that sweat pouring out from her forehead and her tiny chest heaving for oxygen.
"Now we have to be very quiet," he cautioned her. "Otherwise, we're in deep trouble if we're caught."
Julie nodded obediently. They began walking through the soft earth, their footsteps soundless as they went deeper into the woods.
Julie felt her heart trying to beat its way out of her chest. She realized for the first time that her private world spent under these towering trees was an illusion for thousands of Braley citizens used the park and the forest preserve. For all she knew half a dozen persons could have been watching her in the afternoon while she discovered her womanhood under the elm tree.
"Hear it! Can you hear them!" he whispered to her. She cupped her ear and listened. For an instant only the cooing of owls and other birds of the night were distinguishable. But over the lilting sound of their bird came the sound of other animals. Julie recognized the deep groaning noises as those belonging to her sister.
"Hurry! They're doing it," snapped Kenny. They moved closer, this time leaving the cement trails and going into the bush. Julie was so frightened at making a noise that she almost turned back. Then Kenny's arm grabbed her, and she looked.
Not more than twenty feet away was her sister's half naked body laying on the ground. The moon bathed her skin soft light and she squirmed like a night creature rising up out of the earth. David was resting on his knees and she could see the firm cock shaft sticking out in front of him.
"Shit, don't play games, honey," he snapped. I've had a lot of girls and I can recognize one coming into heat." He fondled her globe like breasts and flicked the nipples until she groaned. "I know when a girl needs to be fucked. Hell, you give off a fuck smell like any other animal in nature and just cause you wear clothes don't make you no different."
Julie was watching Sherri as she twisted and turned on the ground. She was resisting his advances, but not really fighting him off.
"You can start sucking my cock, sweet mouth," grinned David. He moved his hips across her chest and stuck his prick right in front of her trembling lips.
"No ... please," Sherri moaned. "I know other girls do that, but I just can't ... it's disgusting!"
"Nothing is disgusting about sex," he snapped. "You want a fucking and my cock's going to give you one hell of a balling. But first it needs a little priming in your mouth."
Sherri whimpered as the man gripped her cheeks and threw back her mouth and then jammed her cock into her parted lips. "Good healthy sucking. You need more sucking and less" sex hang-ups. I have a notion to shoot my wad right down your throat! I bet that would really repulse you, wouldn't it. A mouthful of come juice would really set you straight."
For several long moments it was dead silence in the woods. Just the deeply sucking noises of Sherri's mouth around David's cock and that was enough to make Julie feel hot and tempestuous all over again.
She bit her lips and wondered what she would do if David were to rip her clothes off and stand over her helpless body and force iced her mouth with cock. It was a challenging thought and one with no easy answers as she stood petrified while the brutal act of sex continued before her open eyes. She was vaguely aware of Kenny beside her and he seemed to be as jittery and nervous as she was.
Kenny suddenly slipped an arm around her and drew her closer as David yanked his cock from Sherri's lips and waved his spit glistening penis before her gasping mouth, working his way down her fluttering flesh until his hard penis lay on top of her cunt.
"Oh, baby!" she moaned. "You really turn me on with your sexy ways. I need you, I need a man ... down there ... inside me ... please, put it inside me now!"
"Just what I'm planning on," he answered, yanking her thighs apart. "That was some nice head you gave me, virgin mouth. And you'll see how that sucking and licking makes fucking so much more fun. I'll send you through the roof."
And without further words, David looped his cock at the mouth of Sherri's cunt, stabbing her wet cunt lips with playful jabs, and when she screamed for him to get his manhood inside her, he did not hesitate, but roared back his hips and let his prick race into her greased fuck-hole.
"Agggghhhh sweet darling!" Sherri groaned as healthy prick meat swished inside her luxurious channel. "Oooo! You're good, so wonderful ... God!! "
Julie listened to the girl's impassioned pleading and wondered if sex could be as exciting as the two lovers made it out to be. Sherri seemed half crazy die way she moaned and humped up and down as if the cock inside her cunt hole was making her act that way.
She was also very much aware of Kenny's strong arm on her shoulder and that his fingers were sliding down along the small breast bumps on her chest. Julie tried moving away, but his powerful grip confined her. If she protested too strongly, there was always the chance of being discovered, and that she didn't want to happen. So she resisted only a little bit when his fingers found her breasts and began stroking her nipples in a very passionate way. She set her teeth but found it difficult to resist his tender persuasion. Julie actually enjoyed the teasing sensation pounding in her breast. In fact the feel of his fingers toying with his rigid nipples really turned her on!
Kenny was not wasting energy as he groaned and wormed around, barely containing the primal urgencies of his adolescent body. Julie felt his chest shaking against her own excited flesh. He could not sit still and watch his sister sexing on the ground.
"Ohhhh! Faster, darling. Wedge your cock in and fuck me faster," screamed Sherri, the terrible unquenchable fires burning in her cunt. "Get it in! Stick it in! In! IN!! ! "
She made guttural sounds deep in her throat as she dug her nails into David's muscular shoulders and lifted her pelvis up around his pounding sex stem.
"Ready for my sex! Want my cock shooting bullets in your cunt!" screamed David into her ear. She writhed around on the ground, her whole body swirling in continuous movement as his dick plugged her rapidly climaxing cunt. "More stroking, that's what you really need. More prick strokes jamming your cunny."
Julie felt a spasm within her own vagina as her small tit mounds glowed with a pleasurable warmth. She looked over at Kenny, a smile bursting across her innocent face, pleased as punch that she felt so wonderful inside. But Kenny was in a more agitated state. Sweat poured from his milky white skin and his lips were mumbling incoherent words. Julie wondered if he was having a mental fit or something equally unusual, when she looked down and saw the object of his excitement. For his pants were unzipped and his boyish cock stood out fully erect, a long, straight sex instrument that appeared to glow in the soft moonlight. His hand trembled as it traversed the shaft's length, moving up and down with robot-like movement.
"Please ... please ... help me," he asked Julie, pulling her closer and rubbing her hard nipples with more passion than she thought possible. "I need you ... need someone ... Help me!"
His urgent cries would have been overheard if his sister were not drowning out his pleas with her own groans and grunts.
"I'm there ... almost there ... hurrrry!" she yelled at David pumping her muscular thighs and taking his bulging prick deep inside her vagina.
Julie turned from the heated scene of her step-sister raising her ass cheeks off the ground to receive David's thrusting, to the hard shaft quivering before her grasp. "Oh, do it, Julie ... go ahead touch me," Kenny said.
Julie was so surprised by all the sexy things going on around her that she didn't know what to do. Her hand crept toward the cock only to pull away at the last instant. She wanted to touch his cock, her curiosity, not to mention her inner voice told her to touch the shaft, to see what it was really like. Her hand crept down on the white shaft and her finger touched the skin, moving from the wedge shaped head down to the stem base surrounded by pubic hair.
"Commingggg! ... AAAAIIIEEE! ... COMING!! " screamed Sherri flailing her hips in great pumping strokes as David yelled himself and hot his cock cream into her cunny. "Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
Kenny was groaning as Julie touched him. She realized that her hand must feel good on his prick. She gripped him more tightly and ran her hand up and down the shaft as she had seen Kenny do in the bathroom. She jerked his cock with increasing speed. She could feel the heat emanate from the skin as his hips hunched forward and the shaft flashed in the glowing moonlight tensing up and letting loose. Spurt after spurt of white come jetted from the prick head. It leapt out into the darkness and Julie was elated as she felt the vibrations of Kenny's climax against her hand. She enjoyed making her step-brother come. It really was exciting.
CHAPTER FOUR
It had been two weeks and still there was no answer from her father. Julie wondered if the daily activity of running the country had tied him up. This had never happened before, she thought. At least his secretary would send her letter telling her how much her father loved her.
There were times, she told herself, that grown ups acted more like children than children did. "Anyway," she said. "I'll be seeing him soon enough when our class goes to Washington next week."
Because she was young and knew next to nothing about the real world, Julie was looking forward to the Washington trip. She was thrilled at the prospect of seeing stuff like the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial. She would meet her daddy's congressional buddies and maybe, if she was a real good girl she might be introduced to the President. She wanted to very much meet the President who her father respected so much. She had seen on television where the President had accidentally fallen down the White
House stairs and broken both legs and Julie reasoned that the President might want some company after such a nasty fall.
Julie waited impatiently for the final bell to ring before she jumped up from her desk and hurried out the school house doors.
"Hey, Julie where are you going?" said a familiar voice behind her. She whirled and saw her friend Mark Dickson running after her. "You want to play baseball or something! We can get a game going."
Julie wanted to hang around the school yard with Mark. He was two years older than she, but because he had to stay back a year in school, Mark was only one grade ahead of her. They had met, as children will, at the bicycle rack where he helped her with a stubborn lock chain. Now they seemed to run into each other quite a lot and frankly Julie didn't mind. She liked him and felt warm and cuddly inside when he was near.
"Oh, Mark I want to," she began, "but mother wants me home early this week."
"Your mother is a creep," he said flatly, not trying to hide his displeasure. "She treats you like a little girl!"
And Julie couldn't argue with him there. Her step-mother had been acting strange with her all right. And there were other things that she didn't like about the family. "I promise that I will some other time." Her deep feelings for Mark Dickson began to exhibit themselves as her face turned bright crimson.
Mark grabbed her arms and gave her a hurried kiss on the cheek. "It's all right to blush around me, sweetie. I'll see you later."
He turned and started to run off then turned back at her unexpectedly and said as a mock warning, "And don't let your old man pass any laws about teenage driving. I get my car next week." And then he was off, running hard around the building and Julie watched, her breast pounding with strange sensations as he disappeared.
She rode her bicycle around the back door and was pleased to discover that her mother was not home. Margaret had been absent quite frequently and she wasn't going to argue. Her mother could be a real grouch at times.
In the refrigerator was some milk and jell-o which she took down and made a big sloppy dessert for herself. Placing the tasty treat before her, Julie dug in, raising a spoonful of the gelatin mixture to her lips and letting it slide down her throat.
"Hmmmmmm! That looks good," laughed her step-brother Kenny. He walked in, wearing only his boxer underwear and Julie could see his genitals through the front panel slit. "If you let me have a bit, I'll give you another dessert to munch on."
"You sometimes amaze me, Kenny," she snapped trying unsuccessfully to ignore him. "You're really disgusting."
"You didn't think so last week," he said proudly. "Besides, I know you watched me beat off in the John."
"That's not true!" she shouted defensively. "Only once and that was by accident."
Julie was shocked senseless because until then she had no idea that Kenny had seen her at the door.
"Why didn't you do something," she protested. "Yell, or tell me to go away. That's what I would have done instead of..." Her voice trailed off into indecision. What would she have done?
"Go ahead, instead of what," taunted Kenny. He moved closer hugging her shoulders with his arm and pressing his boxer undershorts against her side. "I didn't ask you to go away because I wanted you to see me beating off. I wanted it because I knew you'd enjoy it."
"That's a lie, Kenny," she snapped, but her voice lost its hard edge, her protestations sounding tame and unconvincing. Because she really had enjoyed watching him do that crazy flogging of his cock. It was her first time viewing a man's penis and since it was new and different her curiosity was naturally aroused.
But Kenny saw the experience differently or at least he wanted her to see things in a different light.
"Here," he said, snapping his cock out from the underwear slit, "just look at my cock."
Julie squirmed in her seat and tried looking away from her step-brother. Why was he doing this to her, she thought, he must be mentally sick. She could get up anytime and run away and probably that would have ended her step-brother's rude advances. She looked unblinkingly at the penis; it drooped from his shorts like a short rubber hose, twitching about as if slowly awakening from a deep sleep.
Julie resisted the urge to touch the milky white shaft. A new flush of embarrassment spread across her face. She was unsure of her emotions; part of her mind told her to flee while another part urged her onward. Since their night in the forest preserve, Julie looked at sex from a new vantage point. The shock waves of seeing people groaning and carrying on like wild beasts now seemed normal behavior. At times it was even exciting behavior.
The cock was rising fast as Julie watched, the thick head rising up and blood pounded through the veiny sex stem. Julie was breathing heavily and the pounding in her chest matched the growing sex beats in Kenny's prick.
"I'm getting big, look at me," he said gleefully as his penis rose to full erection. like any woman watching a man flex his sex tool, Julie became excited. She had watched his cock and felt it with her hand and she no longer felt alien or strange in its company.
"Please, Julie, touch me! ... touch my cock," Kenny was begging her and before she fully realized what she was doing, Julie reached and touched the raw pecker skin, rubbing it gently with her fingertips.
"Touch me harder, Julie, work the skin until I'm really excited." He thrust his hips toward her face and Julie responded by obeying him, moving her fingers sensually along the taut skin, increasing the prickling sensation in the cock muscles by tickling and pulling on his sex.
"Yesss! Oh, baby sister you're so good," he cried, enjoying the sweet embrace of his sister's hand-job. "I love the way you jerk my cock. It makes my hot jism boil up."
Julie giggled at her brother's nonsense talk. She was fascinated by his cock and the ability to make it rise and fall at will and she enjoyed doing this little chore for him. However when he stopped groaning and turned his prick directly towards her, she felt a charge of electricity run up and down her spine. Something entirely different was about to happen.
"I want you to keep jerking me off," he said matter-of-factly, "but as much as I like your hand, I want you to jerk me off differently..."
Julie was not following his line of thought. She wasn't, that is, until he advanced on her face. "In your mouth, that's where it feels really good. In your mouth so you can suck and lick my prick."
Oh God! Not there ... that seems so ... awful! Kenny was holding her face steady while Julie tried desperately to wiggle from his grasp for he was going too far with the sex game. He pushed the rigid prick against her lips and when she edged her face away, he kept up the frantic pace, pushing prick meat in her lips, against her nose, everywhere to get her used to his shaft.
"Julie, it will feel good, really it will," he coaxed her, hunching his prick against her face. "Remember sis ... how sis loved eating cock ... she loved eating cock ... all women do!"
She felt a lump grow in her throat and for a minute Julie thought she might cry. Her tortured mind swirled with ill-defined thoughts for she no longer trusted her instincts and wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. The lump made her cough, a brief gagging sensation really, but it was all the time that Kenny needed. His lips plunged forward and his shaft jammed her spit filled mouth.
"Good, honey. Work your mouth juices around the cock," he said. "I'm gonna fuck-your face and you'll really be turned on by the sensation. It's really a far-out sex trip."
The tears of indecision poured from her eyes, but Julie heeded his commands and sucked on the long prick flashing in and out of her mouth.
Kenny was right at home stroking her face with his sex stem. He knew how to move the shaft against her teeth and along her tongue and finally letting go and jamming her face with prick meat. And because he didn't force feed her face all at once, Julie's embarrassment and grief was quickly turned into sexual longing. The shaft was not bad tasting, she told herself, licking and sucking the trapped invader. In fact she was turned on by the stirrings of his manhood plummeting the depths of her mouth.
"You keep doing that," commanded Kenny. "Imagine that, my baby sister is a king hell cock sucker."
Whatever inhibitions Julie might have had about oral sex, were quickly discarded. Once performing the sex act, she went right to work, pleasing her mate and herself. She anticipated his male urgencies and when his stroking increased, Julie clamped down with her lips and sucked harder on the pulsating flesh.
"Do it! ... DO IT!! " screamed Kenny. He was not content to stick her face a few times and shoot his load. He really loved the feeling fellatio gave and as he gripped her face to steady her mouth, Kenny rolled his hips and let the shaft enter her slippery mouth channel with a variety of tantalizing strokes.
His big cock fished around the moist hole in her face, probing the girl's tongue, touching her teeth and palate ... sticking everywhere that sensual pleasure seemed to hide.
"Boy, oh, boy, is my pecker hot," he groaned, his hips now short stroking for maximum sex. Her saliva ran freely from her lips and covered his shaft and his pubic thatch with its slippery hot message of satisfaction.
The come was boiling inside his scrotum like hot paste and the harder he pumped her innocent face, the more come surged to his prick shaft, waiting to explode out into the girl's cunt mouth.
He's so big. His cock is twice the size when I frig him, thought Julie. Her hands had snaked around his waist and now grabbed his ass cheeks as the two lovers rapidly reached their sexual climax.
He promised her that his semen would fill her face and she wondered, now that her fear of such raw sexual things had passed, what hot come would taste like. It seemed very thick and sticky like vaseline and it could easily stick to her throat like spit or phlegm.
"okay, sweetheart, ready yourself, this is the big one," he cautioned, pumping his hips with blinding speed. Julie heard him scream and she tightened her grip on his ass cheeks as his body suddenly tightened into a shaft of steel and his enormous cock stuttered at the opening of her lips before plunging into her face and filling her mouth with hot semen.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!! ! Feel it! Feeeeel it!" he shouted pumping his spirited cock into her sucking mouth. He felt good and his body felt alive and surprisingly strong as his sperm shot down Julie's mouth and into the undulating channel of her throat.
There was sperm seed everywhere for Julie and some even slipped out of her sucking lips as she tried to drink down every drop of his manhood. He drained his balls into her throat and she drenched herself with his nectar closing her tearing eyes, and gasping for air as the hot jizz filled her stomach.
"Oh, my darling, you are indeed beautiful," her step-brother was saying, but Julie was lost in her own post-sex reverie. She was already wondering, though her conscious mind refused to admit such things, what his spurting cock would feel like in between her shaking legs, the very heart of her sexual longing.
CHAPTER FIVE
Julie slumped back in the chair, her face showing the exhaustion of her ordeal, was hung down against her chest. She remained motionless for several minutes longer, breathing deeply through her nose and trying to figure out the weird relationship she had with Kenny. Sex with her step-brother. It seemed twisted and wrong, yet they weren't actually brother and sister. Their relation was much different and she doubted if there was anything wrong, at least from a legal standpoint, in what they were doing.
She raised her head and licked the dried strings of come from her lips. His seed had sprayed everywhere and she rose without a sound and stepped to the kitchen sink to wash her face.
"How did it taste?" asked Kenny. He was still seated on the kitchen table, his limp cock hanging out from the panel slit a limp symbol of victory. "Were you excited by the come in your mouth. You sure acted excited the way you sucked me off."
Julie continued her washing, trying to ignore him. The "rubbery taste of jism stuck to her throat like glue. It was not an unpleasant feeling, just very different from anything she had previously experienced. She had enjoyed the cocksucking after getting the swing of it. But her body had not shivered with thundering passion as it had when she fingered her hairy cunt box that day in the woods. That sensation was the real meaning of sex; the cocksucking and pecker jerking was nice, pleasant ways to satisfy a man. And she couldn't help wondering what the prick which had so expertly sodomized her mouth would feel like buried between those sensitive cunt lips?
"You're not answering me," said Kenny. "You liked it, tell me you like it fine."
"I thought it was all right," she answered truthfully. "It was good ... nice ... I enjoyed myself."
"But you want more," enjoined Kenny. "You want sex where it makes you burning hot, right? You want it between your legs?"
Julie donned a cool mask of indifference, a thin, protective veneer that tried to suppress her pent up desires. That really was what turned her on-a male penis wedged between her thighs that would make her hump, and scream, and beg for his male seed.
She wanted good sex, and her increased desires pressed her onward. Through a dream-like haze she floated towards Kenny and averting her eyes from his red hot stare, dipped her hands down to his genitals.
"Is he dead or just sleeping?" she asked innocently about the drooping penis. She reached for the conical head and pressed the soft skin with her fingers. Immediately the paunchy flesh hardened and the shaft flickered without warning.
Kenny was jubilant. Although a good half hour had passed, it seemed like only seconds ago that he'd shot his load down Julie's throat. Now she was massaging his sex stem once more, pumping life into the limp noodle of a cock, which could only mean she wanted more sexy stuff for herself.
"You want a good fucking don't you, little sister," he said. The girl responded only by her continued massaging of his penis and testicles. She rolled his big, hairy balls between her fingers and jerked the shaft expertly.
"Well, isn't it?" he snapped, pulling her face up so her eyes looked into his. Her eyes stared with an intensity he'd never seen before and her chest was gasping for air.
"Promise it won't hurt," she answered. "I don't want you to get rough my first time."
Oh, Jesus, she's a live one and ready for the hook! He cuddled Julie in his arms and began exciting her flesh with slow, rhythmic sex moves. His hands explored her fast developing body, the fingers gently rubbing her cupcake size tits, then slowly working their way down to her velvet lined thighs and the soft slit laying between them.
"Oooooo! Darling, that's so wonderful," she whispered, grinding her young, teenage hips against his exploring hand. She continued humping her sex mound against him as she manipulated his penis.
Julie could not contain the wild passion in her love channel and her body begged for greater amounts of sex and when Kenny brought his lips down on her hardened nipples, Julie nearly went through the roof!
"Oh God that's heavenly," she groaned, as his prying fingers found, new, uncharted regions of her lusting anatomy. Kenny would not let her loose, but continued sucking her titties and probing the moist slit between her thighs.
"That makes me so bubbly inside," she gasped, as his finger found her pleasure button and stroked the tip into a frenzy. "Oh, don't stop that, not now!"
She moaned as his rigid fingers raced in and out of her tight, wetting cunt slit. He continued to suck her nipples while he tried widening her little hole and as Julie humped against her intruding hand, Kenny could feel the cunt walls blossom open like a flower.
She's so goddamn tight, it's a wonder she can pee! He worked her hole until all her lubricant gushed out into his hand, then he left her and grabbed a bottle of cooking oil and poured a generous amount over her crotch.
"Wowie!" she exclaimed as the hot oil ran down her cunt thatch and down around her ass cheeks. Some oil managed to slip into the ravine parting her butt cheeks and she could feel it squishing around as she humped his adventurous hand.
"Fried cock!" he said. "Your cunny's so hot it's going to fry my pecker."
Kenny was babbling on sounding like a fool, but she didn't care as long as he fondled her tits and greased her sex hole with oils. She was going to get a good fucking and Julie was so excited by the prospect that she almost came right then. "Hurry! Go on, stick it in me, there's room, I just know there is!" She was really hot for fucking, but Kenny kept lubing her hole and sucking her titties until she was no longer asking for sex, but actually begging him to take her ripe, fourteen year old cherry from her.
His cock was thick and hard, all tensed up and ready for deep penetration. With his hand buried into her skinny ass-cheeks, Kenny pulled the nymph down to the edge of the table so he could stick his cock into her pussy standing up. Her greasy cunt hole glared up at him, emitting a pungent sex odor that stimulated his pounding balls. He was going to take her right there on the table, in the middle of a giant pool of cooking grease, standing up.
"Ready, sweetheart, here comes your very first," he said. "I'll go very slow, inching into your cunt letting you get used to my cock." With deliberate care, Kenny drew back his hips and straining his sexual desire to the limits, brought his fierce club to the girl's parted cunt slit.
"Yaaaaa! IT HURTS!" Julie cried out as the powerful cock stem drilled her virgin channel. Her thick, milky lubricants surrounded his cock, but he was hurting her. She arched her tiny hips and vainly tried spreading her cunt lips open for his penetration. "Don't hurt me ... please," she asked, for it felt as if his cock would rip her tiny hole in two.
"Easy, darling," he told her, withdrawing his prick. She was loosening up, but Kenny's cock hurt from pushing against her cunt walls and he wondered if getting a girl's cherry was worth all the pain. His throbbing balls rejuvenated his spirit and brought new strength to his dick. Fingering her cunt for more channel love juice, Kenny forced his hard cock to her opening and pushed into her dark, puppy warmth.
"Aaaaahhhhh!! " Julie's breasts were on fire and felt as if she were being attacked by razor blades. Her pelvis seemed to be pulling apart, as the cock-gun pushed upward between her trembling thighs into the pit of her fomenting passion.
She wanted to tell Kenny to stop, but the words wouldn't come to her lips as she fought back the tears, gripping her fists into tight balls, as she plunged onward. She found that by pumping her hips, the pain lessened somewhat as her muscles expanded. This is it! Oh, my goodness, my very first time at sex, she thought. She lay back on the kitchen table, her body slippery from her own sweat, while Kenny grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled her onto his pecker. It hurt, oh it hurt terribly, she thought, but the pain was endurable and she had the knowledge that every stab of pain brought more dick into her cunny. Suddenly, Kenny stopped with his sex tube only halfway into her snatch. "No, don't stop it," she begged, humping her charged twat around his pole.
"Can you feel that," he said, his words coming between forceful grunts, "I've got your cherry. Here, feel for yourself."
And Kenny withdrew from her cunny a few inches and jammed his cock against her hymen, the hard conical head bouncing off the sturdy membrane.
"Ouch! What are you doing to me?" she pleaded, feeling the white, hot flashes of pain ripple through her. She knew the skin flap was the door to her womb and the guardian of her most unrelenting passion and though she very much wanted to feel his surging cock meat up every inch of her love channel, Julie wondered if she could stand the pain of his cock tearing through her hymen.
Kenny did not hesitate. He had already made up his mind about Julie and he was definitely going to puncture her hymen and stick his cock all the way up her sex tube. Her tight cunt walls sent a shivering message of delight through every muscle in his excited body. He enjoyed busting her hymen as much as he had relished her innocent mouth around his prick.
"I'm going to hurt you Julie, but only for a little while." He groaned as she shifted, her weight against his prick, her cunt lips were squishing juice around his sex pole as if some maternal instinct was telling the girl's youthful body that his cock needed to penetrate and would need lubricant when it did so.
"In! Coming in!" he shouted. He gripped her sweating butt cheeks and jammed his manhood into her channel.
"Nooooo!! " she screamed as her hymen sagged, but did not burst. The pain leaped through her tortured flesh like a hail of sparks. She was trembling and screaming and afraid of the blood which almost certainly would gush from her cunt hole.
"In!" His prick roared to life as it pounded her hymen. Kenny was going to break through it if it took all night! Rolling his hips to maintain a steady rhythm, he punched his cock against the resilient flesh.
"Can't take no more" wailed Julie, as his dick struck again and again. Strange visions appeared to her as her mind went to the edge of consciousness, then came exploding back as a new luxurious fluid rushed from her parted slit, a pungent, thick juice that poured from her womb and through the gapping hole in her hymen.
"I'm there, I'm really there all the way!" cried a jubilant Kenny as his plunging cock pumped her virgin cunt full of life. He looked down and saw the contented look on Julie's face as the tension oozed from her body. There was sweat, and cunt lubricant and even some thick, steamy blood lathering both their bodies to a peak of passion. His incensed prick meat was roaring up her channel like a freight train, and she was humping him with forceful hips, using the full length of her sex hole to suckle his prick.
"Don't stop on me," she groaned, the horrible pain now having turned into a glorious passion. She was alive, and very wet and her whole being glowed like a light bulb from his fucking. She pulled her fourteen year-old legs back as far as they would go and took his full pecker stroke, his cock plugging away at a part of her she'd never know before.
"Hurry! Hurryyyy. ... " She shivered as his big cock trembled uncontrollably and suddenly she was THERE! "Oh! Ohh!! ... Whaaaa..." The cock exploded like a cannon as her hips lifted from the table, arching upward as if pulled by an invisible string the tender pedals of her cunt licking up his come as it shot into her passion tube. His rubbery hot semen gorged her channel, climbing deeper into her than she'd thought possible.
"Feel it darling," cried Kenny as his passion washed out the blood soaked tissues of her hymen and filled her with long streams of fuck-fluid.
Julie was only dimly aware of Kenny's rush of passion, for she had drifted off into a silent reverie all her own. Lights swirled magically and the table drenched in her body sweat. The table seemed to rise up underneath her and revolve at a dizzying pace.
Kenny continued to feed his sperm load into her cunt, though she was leaking badly and most of his fluid dribbled .harmlessly down the ravine in her ass cheeks.
He reached under her and bathed his hands in his own sperm before smearing his seed across her ass cheeks and into her cunt fur.
"Oh, yes, keep doing that," she encouraged. And Julie wondered, if he wanted her to take his deflating pecker out of her cunt and clean it with her tongue as she had seen done in his magazines. But the thought was quickly forgotten as the back door suddenly opened. Sherri walked in followed quickly by David!
Julie was too tired to act surprised, but watching her sister was enough. Sherri dropped the grocery package in her arms, sending a bottle of milk and orange crashing to the floor.
"Come in here quick," she yelled, leaning against the wall. And before Julie could blink, David appeared through the door. Oh, no, cried Julie as if what was happening before her eyes was a nightmare.
But she was very much awake when David said out loud: "Great fucking Christ look at this will you!"
CHAPTER SIX
Julie was too exhausted to run and too scared to talk back to her older sister. The come was still draining out of her cunt, oozing onto the table. She couldn't deny what they had been doing on the kitchen table, so she just lay there, wallowing in the smells and fluids of their sexing wondering what Sherri would do.
"You little tramp," screamed Sherri. "Pervert! That's what you are. Making my little brother do such a horrid thing! The police should arrest you!"
Julie was prepared for the beating that her sister was ready to inflict when David stepped forward and grabbed Sherri's arm.
"You a little mixed up," he explained. "If anybody is going to be dragged down to the station, it's going to be Kenny."
"I don't believe it. No my little brother."
David shook his head and tried to inject the calm voice of reason-into the chaotic picture. "He's older and stronger and he's the male. That's enough to convict him right there. And besides knowing Kenny the way I do, he's probably the guilty one."
Julie raised her head and looked down at Kenny's contented face. They had both shared a wonderful experience and they were both equally guilty, at least in the law's eyes.
"But that's incest!" snapped Sherri.
"No it's not," said Kenny, "she's only my step-sister. And so what. I didn't say anything when you were fucking David all those times in the woods."
"Spy! You little creep!" she snapped, lunging for Kenny. He was up in an instant, his muscular body smeared with dried come, and his fist clenched ready to strike.
Julie didn't say a word. David was sticking up for her and she wondered why he was sticking his. neck out, risking both the affection of Sherri and her mother, just to help little Julie Williams out of a jam. His radiant smile filled her with warmth, and she was surprised to see the bulge rising in his pants. Why is his penis getting so hard, she wondered.
"I know lots of things, sis," Kenny was saying. "Like you are the only girl friend that David has." He stared at David who made no attempt to deny his accusation. Instead, David did a very strange thing by openly admitting the relationship existed.
"Is it strange that your mother finds me attractive?" he said. "Sherri you are your mother's flesh and blood and what turns her on must turn you on."
"That's stupid, she's much older than I am," Sherri said defensively.
"Thirty-seven is not old," said David. "Remember your mother married very young."
"Yeah, mommy got sex drives just like the rest of us," said Kenny. "And nothing's wrong with sex as long as you enjoy it."
Julie was not sure what to think. While the three of them argued, she remained silent. A thick syrupy feeling swirled within her belly. If this sensation was sex, she thought, then what was so wrong with sharing it with somebody. Certainly it was better than all the bickering and fighting that was going on.
"Well, I think what my brother has done is wrong. They are both sick and need psychiatrists," exclaimed Sherri. "And you're not much better, David. Fucking my mother without even telling me is disgusting. I have a good mind to end this relationship right here this instant!"
Julie was certainly puzzled by the hardness and intensity of David's blue eyes. He seemed to be staring right through her and Sherri and his eyes showed a cruelty that frightened her.
"If I could show you that sex is not something to be hidden but be shared and enjoyed as your brother and sister were doing will you believe me?" said David.
"No! You're all sick!" she snapped. The small, determined girl turned her back as if to walk into the living room. Suddenly, David's tensed body uncoiled as he leaped forward and grabbed her by the arm and turned Sherri around. "I'll show you whether ,you want it or not," and with that, he reached up and tore the frilly white blouse savagely from her chest.
"You beast!" she cried, trying to break away. Julie was so surprised by his attack, not to mention the weird events following her first bout with sexual intercourse, that she could do nothing but watch the strange episode unraveling before her.
Her sister fought hopelessly against the iron-like arms that held her captive. Sherri sunk her teeth into the bicep muscle and David screamed momentarily releasing her. She glowered at him, her eyes fiery and her breasts trembling beneath her tight fitting bra.
"Bitch! I'll teach you," yelled David. Laughing out, he cuffed her across the cheek sending her flying. He yanked the belt at his waist and his pants dropped to the floor. His cock Julie noticed was hard and standing straight out.
"You think sex is sick," he bellowed, stepping out of his underwear, "I'll show you something about sex. And goddamn you'll remember it too."
Sherri was sprawled against the floor, her back against the kitchen wall. When he approached, she lashed out with her boot trying vainly to catch him in the nuts. But he brushed the foot harmlessly aside and grabbed the skirt and ripped it viciously from her waist with a loud tearing sound.
"Don't you come near me," Sherri warned, now reduced to her panties and bra. Moving her shoulder and hip, Sherri looked pitiful on the floor as if she were trying to crawl up into a fetal position and disappear.
David was howling with boiling rage and he pulled the girl up to the table and ripped the flimsy garment from her terrified body and threw down to the table.
"Your brother's come," he snapped. "Can you feel it on your skin? His sperm covering your butt, do you think that's perverted?"
Sherri acted terrified and her attitude of brave defiance was reduced to sniveling cowardice.
Though Julie felt an inward revulsion at the humiliation David was subjecting her step-sister to, she did not try to stop him, nor for that matter did her brother.
"Fuck her David," cried Kenny, "Get her off that goddamn pedestal she puts herself on."
"Better than that," snapped David, his hands working over Sherri's mushy cunt hole, "we're all going to fuck her." He slapped her again hard across the face. Sherri broke" into tears, cringing as he raised his hand to her again. "What I say, you do!" he ordered. "Now get those thighs up in the air. Hurry up, do it!"
And Sherri wasted little time rolling back so her legs pointed towards the ceiling and her cunt pie spread often before her like a gleaming, pink jewel. David leaned his weight in between the frightened girl's outstretched legs struggling to keep his rigid cock from plunging into her hole until the exact instant he was ready.
"Oh, God you're sick," she cried out, "doing this right before the children!"
Exhausted from her own sexual labors, Julie could not find the energy to pull herself away from the awesome spectacle before her. She watched as David stuck his fingers into the moist cunt hole and worked Sherri into an excited state of awareness.
"Oh! Oh, don't do that," she cried as his fingers made contact with swollen opening of her love channel.
But David continued his ardor, playing her cunt like a magical musical instrument, until Sherri was groaning and pleading for the deep penetration of his prick.
"I should fuck you all right," he snapped, his chest heaving with desire and his hips balling up into tight knots. "I should really fuck you. Shove it up your ass-hole the way you've wanted it all these months."
"No, oh dear God, I might die if you did that!"
Julie didn't catch the full meaning of his words at first. It seemed impossible that David actually meant to sodomize his step-sister. She remembered when riding her bicycle how her ass-hole had twitched excitedly. Would he really stick his penis up there, she thought, up the tight sphincter which her step mother hosed out regularly with an enema? A flutter of nervous sensation pulled her quickly from her daydream. The hot smell of sex was all around her and the grunting and groaning coming from David and Sherri were the sounds of hot lovemaking. Her little twat still ached from the entry of her first male penis and though she had experienced enough physical sex for herself, she wanted very much to watch the ardent couples squirming up on the table.
She turned to Kenny and saw he was bouncing up and down and clapping his hands excitedly as if he were watching a baseball game instead of the intimate side of his sister's life. She noticed how shriveled and limp his adolescent penis was, drooping down between his hairless legs, a few droplets of semen dripping to the floor.
In contrast, David's rigid prick seemed five times normal size, a really big organ that seemed too enormous to stick up a woman's private hole. But that was exactly his intentions.
"Be satisfied with your cunt, baby," he snapped. And with a blur of motion, his hips uncoiled, rocketing between her outstretched legs as his perfectly placed cock, slammed through her mushy cuntroom door and drove up her well oiled channel to the very depths of her unrelenting womb.
AAAAIIIIEEEE!! ! ! Sherri's well rounded buttocks stiffened into hard muscle and elevated off the table as her body received his throbbing penis.
Oh, boy! Is David ever fucking sis! He's really doing a job inside her all right, God, was he ever fucking her hole! She heard her step-sister's grunts as the cock was slammed into cunt. It was like a dream to her for she could not believe how forceful fucking could be. Sherri's hips appeared to suck in the male invader, rolling and pumping away at the hard meat stick, milking the cock for its hot male juices.
"Arrrggghhh, darling I can't stop," groaned David, his fingers digging into her undulating ass cheeks and pulling her sweating flesh against his. Sherri whimpered as he plunged into her slit, but she was no frightened child the way she was using those tempting hips. It was clearly evident that she enjoyed the fucking as much as he did. And that awareness, made him even more turned on and determined to savor every last drop of her lusty cunt juice.
"Ohhhh, I can't stop you David and I don't want to. Not after your prick is inside me and making me hot and excited the way only you know how!" she cried, straining for every last bit of enjoyment. "I want you and have to have you. All of you!! Keep fucking me and give me your sperm load just whenever you're ready!"
Julie felt relieved to hear her sister use such daring and explicit language during the sex act. For she had felt exactly the way that her step-sister described it: ravaged, sex hungry, yet in need of the male organ within her hole. She could still feel the prodding sensation of Kenny's cock thrusting around inside her womb, gliding across the slippery tissues of her womanhood, exciting every tingling nerve in her body.
As the fucking continued at an ever increasing tempo, Julie noticed how well Sherri matched her love strokes to David's pummeling cock thrusts. She reasoned that the prick went deeper into the vagina what way and made sexing more exciting and wonderful. It also really turned them on, for both David and Sherri were screaming and groaning at each other as their climaxes fast approached.
"Do it, do it!" she cried, short stroking his cock. "Fuck me and make me come! Now!! NOW!! ! ! "
David felt the sticky batter rising through his cock tube and well up in the bulging end. His dick was thrusting in and out of her soft cunny with lightning speed, draining the mushy cunt walls of the wetness and electrifying her nerves with wild excitement.
"Jesus baby, you want my hot come and here it is! Thick and gooey just the way you like it." The slapping of their flesh came together in a flurry of final strokes and the heaving of his penis seemed to draw Sherri's incensed cunt upward as his penis exploded and shot tendrils of come squirting into her contracting chasm.
"Aaaaaiiiiiiieeee!!!!!" She came alive with a jolt of excitement and she tried sucking in her stomach as the semen filled her cunny and her ass cheeks tightened into hard knots, his juice flooding her sensorium with goodness and pleasure.
David sent jet after jet of hot semen into the girl's cunt feeling her body wilt under his dominating sex. He was still spurting and coming when she dropped down to the table, her flesh now exhausted from her orgasm. His own pecker was drained of its male richness, but he still had one last thing to do. David had not planned to get so carried away with fucking Sherri, but that was the way sex always turned out. He got too excited and forgot his plans. But he still had a chance to redeem himself.
He yanked his dripping dick from the girl's exhausted vagina and motioned over to Julie. "Get over here, Julie," he snapped. "Get over here this instant."
Julie jumped to her wobbly feet and innocently walked over to David. "Eat it!" he snapped pointing to his prick. "Clean my tool. That's part of sex and you should learn about it now!"
"B-But David, I. . . " she began. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling the little girl towards him.
"Eat my come off and shut up!"
Oh my God, what am I doing, she cried to herself, afraid of David's awesome strength and terrified of what he was asking her to do. Nervously she bent down between his legs, her nostrils flaring at the smell of her sister's sex and David's fast congealing semen. Then she felt her own sweat, the sweat from her body's fear, bursting through the skin and in a wild moment she bent her face around the dripping cock and stuck the awesome head in her mouth and sucked him clean.
"That's the way, darling," he said. "This is what sex is all about!"
She licked his cock and then his balls, gulping down the hot jism with loud swallowing sounds. It wasn't all that bad, she thought, not all that bad.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dear Congressman, Daddy why don't you write me? Maybe you thought that I would be in Washington already. Well, I'm not because the school trip doesn't start until next week. I really want to be with you daddy because I have so many things on my mind. I'm so confused the way Kenny ... that's my step-brother remember? ... and Sherri and this guy you don't know named David are acting ... I thought you might like to know that we've been doing a lot of sex things together ... Isn't that incredible, you're own daughter is all grown up. Well, almost anyway. I've learned a few things about myself and about life that I so very much want to talk over with you ... I'm bursting to tell my story to someone, but it's just so damn (excuse my French) hard in Braley to keep a secret that I haven't even said a word to Mark Dickson (that's my boyfriend, another guy you don't know). I want you very much to write me, but if you don't then I'll tell you everything when I see you in Washington. Say hello to the President for me (just kidding, really I am).
I love you very much daddy and I hope you love me.
Yours Always, Julie (that's me!)
Julie was beginning to worry about her father. Her second letter had gone unanswered and she wondered if something bad had happened to the congressman. She was half tempted to call him long distance, but she quickly dismissed the idea. He had warned her about taking up the taxpayer's time, by using his private extension. He had explained to her that congressmen were elected officials and were servants of the taxpayers. It would look bad for him, he told her, if voters in his district found out he was using his precious time to talk with his family when he could be doing the public's business. It seemed silly to her that a grown man could not devote a few minutes of his time to the members of his own family, but he was so adamant about phone privileges-it was an election year, he said-that Julie decided to abide with his wishes.
The Washington trip was only a week away and Julie was content to drop the letter into the post box and hope that her father might find some non-taxpayer time for her. And if he didn't, well, Julie could go to Mark Dickson and perhaps explain to him what was troubling her. He seemed like such a nice boy and she enjoyed the time they spent together, playing kick ball with the rest of the school kids or just riding bikes after school. She always had things to do with Mark Dickson and she could hardly wait until the evening meal was over because she had a date with Mark for the very first time.
It was a special occasion and one which she prepared for by wearing her new white slacks and low cut blouse. Julie also decided against wearing the small cup bra her step-mother had bought her at the ten cent store. She wanted her small, nicely shaped breasts to show when she bent down. There was also the matter of lipstick and make-up which her sister all too gladly helped her with; rubbing in the powders and various eye liners so she would look her sexiest for Mark Dickson.
Julie had expected some unsolicited advice from her step-mother, but she was surprised when her step-mother agreed with her plan to date Mark Dickson. "You've been brought up in a good family and you are old enough to make your own decisions," her step-mother advised. "I won't give you a curfew hour and I certainly will not wait up for you, Julie. That's your business."
Her step-mother kissed her on the cheek and when Mark honked the car horn outside, both Sherri and her mother wished Julie the very best of times.
"Thank-you both," blushed Julie, bolting up from her chair. She put on her dress coat and with a final look in the mirror, she was through the front door and down the cement walk to the car waiting for her at the curb. A long pause ensued, then the engine roared to life and they were off, the smell of Julie's perfume lingering in the living room as a faint reminder of her former presence.
"That should do it," said Mrs. Williams, finishing a steak bone on her plate. "Call up David. It's about time we all got together again." Sherri nodded obediently and rose from the table while Mrs. Williams reached for her purse. "And here, dear. Amuse yourself with this letter."
"Julie is still writing?" Sherri asked.
"She thinks the congressman doesn't have time for her," laughed Mrs. Williams. "She of course doesn't realize that her letters are getting no further than the mailbox. Now run along and get David."
Margaret Williams felt a new pride flowing through her as she stood before the assembled group and carefully revealed her plans. David was lounging on a stool and Sherri and Kenny were both sitting Indian style at her feet. Despite the importance of what she was about to say, Margaret could feel the old stirrings of sex between her thighs. David was staring directly at the thrust of her breasts and that only increased her passion. She had taught him well, for David instinctively responded to the secret yearnings of the female body.
"I'll put it bluntly," began Mrs. Williams. "You're doing a good job. Julie has made the sexual transformation without suspecting what we are up to."
"This is the kind of work I enjoy," laughed Kenny.
Margaret shot him a hard glaring look that quieted her son. She then continued, clicking off the accomplishments of the group.
"Julie has been subjected to the most intimate forms of sex," she said. "Just one incestual relationship for a fourteen year-old girl can have life long effects. And Julie has had repeated relations, isn't that right Kenny." She watched the bulge rise triumphantly in her son's pants.
"That it is momma," he grinned. "She's watched David and you and Sherri here get it on and she's done a number on me too. Eating, sucking and fucking. Everything you wanted."
"I still don't see the point," said David. "She's had a lot of sex. Big deal!" He was unimpressed with the plan, but that was David's way, good with his cock and slow with his brain.
"David," said Margaret patiently, "when we're through with Julie, she's going to need sex like a junkie needs a fix. To have all these intimate relationships and suddenly be denied them will prove too much burden for her developing body. She'll go to any extreme to satisfy that sexual itch."
"Anything could happen," interjected Sherri. "A nervous breakdown, nymphomania, anything at all. And needless to say think how embarrassing politically it will be for the congressman when he finds his young daughter is a sex junkie."
"A real scandal," said Kenny. "And even if he hushes it up somehow and wins the election, he'll still have to have her committed to a mental institution."
"Of course, we deny any hint of incest," said Margaret coolly. "And what doctor is going to believe a fourteen year old girl over her stable, loving family."
David rose from the stool and moved over to the seat beside Margaret. "okay, I get the picture. We blackmail the congressman or collect on the girl's trust fund if she cracks up. Either way we win." Margaret watched his steely eyes roving over her tempestuous body and a dull aching sensation up her anal channel made her scream with delight. "Well, let's adjourn this meeting."
"And get down to some fun," grinned Kenny. He grabbed Sherri and brought her teasing mouth between his legs. "How about a Wesson oil party, I could get into some heavy grease action."
Margaret's chest was pounding a mile a minute; David was rubbing her taut breasts, his hand snaking about her bosoms with eagerness few men had equaled.
Her thin nylon panties were drenched with her savory fluid and her fingers were shaking as she reached for the buttons of her blouse.
"Come on, baby," said David, slipping his tongue around her exposed breasts. "That must feel good on your titty. See how hard and firm the nipple is."
"I don't have to be told what turns me on," she snapped. "You know perfectly well that just looking at you makes me come. Why do you think I've put up with your stupidity and selfishness in the past."
"Because this turns you on," he jeered, whipping his hard cock from the vent in his pants. "This and the way I use it has kept us together."
What could she say? The handsome boy knew that he was right, that he did know how to use his god given gifts like no man had ever used them.
"Ohhh, David," she groaned, falling into his arms, feeling the full thrust of his cock throbbing at her cunt doors. She wanted his hard, muscular body on top of her, his pink skin cock pounding her open slot. She was wet and slick and ready for whatever sexual excitement he had in store for her.
"But in front of the children?" she giggled. The thought of pouring cooking oil over her children and over David and then the three of them rolling in their oil, the sound of thrusting penises and sucking mouths stimulating their sex crazy group in one orgasm after another was overwhelming. She wanted hot and heavy sex and she wanted it right that instant!
Quickly, for her children had already gone before them, Margaret was out of her clothes and standing nude before David. Her breasts, hard and tight from David's mouth stroking, protruded like sturdy water filled balloons, defying gravity laws by standing out almost fully erect.
She loved her tits, loved having them caressed and sucked, and when she exhibited herself in such a free and uninhibited manner, her fur lined cunt tingled with wonderful excitement.
Sherri was almost as lovely as her mother, though she still had some growing up to do. Her breasts were not quite as symmetrical, nor did her hips have the voluptuous curve as did her mother's. Yet Sherri possessed the most beautiful pair of milky white thighs to be found anywhere. Her radiant beauty was not lost on David who loved the animal magnetism of both daughter and mother. His cock was hard and tense and he did not want to miss a single glorious minute of fun with either woman. Margaret was steaming hot, he could see that, and she taunted him with wicked thrusts of her hips, egging him on with her feminine charms. Her hand pressed against his and suddenly she was on him, her tongue slipping down his throat while his prick nestled anxiously between her cunt lips and her pointed breasts suck into his hairy chest.
"I need you," Margaret whispered, "don't let me down. I need you more than I've ever needed a man." She readied for his swollen sex stem and rubbed her fingers through his throbbing balls and into his crotch hair.
Margaret had great confidence that David would take care of her sexual desires. He was so good, so sure of his sexuality, she thought, spreading her thighs apart and feeling him dip down into her snatch, his teeth grinding at her sensitized cunt mound.
"Good! Yes, you're so wonderful!! " Her groans of ecstasy were almost drowned out by her two rambunctious children who, stripped naked were busying themselves by lathering up in the Wesson oil. Margaret tried to ignore them as David's wet mouth found her slit and his tongue darted up her channel like a small lizard crawling into its hole. Her thighs quivered and her hips rolled spontaneously as hot flashes from her twat rushed through her trembling body.
"Oh God! That's luscious! Beautiful!" she encouraged him though David did not need her kind words. As her lover, he knew Margaret well. From fucking her on a regular basis for almost two years, he knew every erotic sensation in her body. Her sexual tastes varied and he had to change his style, stimulating one part of her glorious anatomy before going on to the next level of sexual awareness.
Her cunt was dripping wet. He could taste her rich feminine oils pouring from the womb itself and the smell was rich and terribly strong. He licked viciously at her cunt doors, making Margaret groan and moan like a teenage girl on her first date to the drive-in. He wrapped his arms around her so his hands were filled with her butt-cheeks and he planted a big sloppy kiss on her clitoris. She let out a whoop and nearly came unglued as his tongue fastened onto her pleasure button.
"Jesus, you make my cunt so goddamn hot!" she screamed. "Let's do it. I don't care how, but I need your cock inside me this very instant!"
David smiled warmly at her. It was hard to get his mind off her lovely crotch. The thick, slimy walls of her cunt channel held endless pleasures for him, but this was not to be, for David had other things planned for Margaret.
"She doesn't fully realize what she wants," he thought, "but I do. When Margaret gets right down to business and let's me suck her cunt first off that means her ass button is just begging to be pushed."
His dick ached at the thought of plunging into her ass channel. He had entered her this way only a few times and his endeavors had proved less than total successes. Yet intuitively he knew she wanted him THERE. Her cunt could wait, for his prick was going to find the sweet, ripe meat of her butt!
"Sherri get over here," he snapped. The teenage girl was busy rolling on the kitchen floor with her brother and was not happy about getting up just for David. Still, she did not want to suffer the consequences of his wrath if she did not do as she was told.
"Okay," she said. She pranced over to David, her lean body smeared with grease.
"Now Sherri, take that oil and pour a heaping handful into your mother's crack," he commanded.
Sherri recoiled at his order to lubricate her mother's bunghole. "That's terrible, David. I never heard of such a thing!"
Margaret's mind was in terrible shape. She could only think of sex and David was the key, the part that she desperately needed. "Do what he says, dear," she asked of her daughter. "David knows what mommy-likes."
"This makes me ill, but I'll do it if you want, mother," said Sherri. And like the obedient child that she was, Sherri parted her mother's ass cheeks and poured a generous portion of oil down the ravine. Placing the bottle down, Sherri then went to work rubbing the oil into the soft tissue and fingering oil into the sphincter muscle.
"Ohhhh! That's wonderful darling," groaned Margaret. She was having an extremely good time for Sherri was reaming her ass-hole while David was eating her cunt! Her flesh was inflamed with sexual throbbing and it was no longer a question of making love. She had to have sex that instant or feel the consequences of her denied body breaking up into millions of pieces.
"Stick it in me!! ! " she pleaded. "Do it to me now!"
"You're ready," teased David. "I hurt," she groaned. "I can't stand it any more."
David knew his cue and immediately pulled away from her cunt and made Margaret squat down on all fours while he positioned himself behind her.
Looking down he saw the huge part in her butt cheeks. And right in the middle was a fleshy pink sphincter eye staring back at him.
Sherri had pulled her fingers out of her mother's ass-hole and as she staring watching David ready to mount her, she abstractly began sucking on her sticky fingers. Christ, I never seen them get it on like that! Wow! she thought.
His cock would take the brunt of the attack and it wouldn't be easy. He was used to the sloppy cunt channel and her tight butt would fight every move he made. Yet he was going ahead, regardless of the pain. Because he wanted her like this, in the butt, his cock plunging her shit channel with long powerful strokes.
"DO IT!! DO IT!! ! " Margaret was screaming and her thighs were shaking uncontrollably and her ass-hole seemed to squirm backwards as if pleading for his cock.
"Yeah, then here goes!" warned David. He pulled his hips back until they almost touched his heels, then pausing, David took a deep breath and sent his cock roaring into her ravine and into the pink bunghole eye.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!! ! Margaret felt as if her whole insides had collapsed. The pain in her rear was immense as if someone were shoving a red hot poker up her rectum. Her cheeks closed down on his member, but the prick head had gotten through and his hips were driving home the shaft, drilling it into her insides.
"You're too big!! " she screamed. Her legs shot backward and she collapsed to the ground bringing David with her. His dick continued working deeper into her insides, thrusting and rutting about in her channel, driving ever deeper into the hot warmth of her bung.
"Tell me you like it!" he commanded. "You like your ass-hole pried open and jammed with cock? Tell me you do!"
"Oh yesss ... dear God I do!! " mumbled Margaret. He was in deeper his prick searching the depths of her soul and then she felt the soft assurance of his thighs slapping against her rump.
"I'm in all the way darling," said David overjoyed at his success. Her channel was stretching all the time and his stroking was easy as his hips quietly pumped her hole full of hot meat. In and out, harder and harder, went his cock. Margaret was hunching him with all her strength, her hips doing cute rolling rhythms.
"You're goood!! " she screamed. Her channel inflamed by the invasion of his cock meat. She felt her whole body lift off the ground with every powerful stroke and the excitement sent her reeling. She had never felt such pleasure and she wanted to go all night, to suckle his cock with her sphincter-lips and churn the white cream in his nut sack. She wanted to do all these things and at the same time never let the invading cock leave her holy ass-hole. He was fucking her hole with long, hard strokes that made short, slapping sounds as his prick buried itself into her hole. The pounding of oily flesh meeting flesh in ever increasing waves of sensation and sheer delight.
"Ohhhh! Darrrlinggg!" she screamed, her bung-hole now tired and her body exhausted from hunching against her hot poker. She was breathing hard, and her skin was a mountain of gooseflesh and the room swirled before her eyes. She could faintly hear David groaning behind her, his rhythm increasing as the cock went in and out of her at a blinding pace.
"COMING!" he screamed. Then without warning, his hips reeled backward and then rushed forward as his hot semen sped through his cock and shot into her tortured ass-hole.
"OOOOOOOHHHH! AAAAIIIIEEEE!! " Her body convulsed as the hot cream lubricated her butt channel. She felt her whole intestinal tract swish about as if it were going to flush out her ass-hole. Her stomach shuddered and her mind went blank. And then the blinding flash of her own orgasm swept over her with sudden fury.
"DARLING," she screamed, her butt sucking in his juice like a parched mouth, "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL. JUST BEAUTIFUL!! "
CHAPTER EIGHT
Margaret was smoking a cigarette" wondering where her step-daughter was. She inhaled the acrid smoke deeply into her lungs and paused, letting the nicotine line her lungs before exhaling a cloud of blue smoke.
She lay in bed entirely naked, her breasts hanging down against her ribs. Beside her was David, his muscular back turned towards her while he snored loudly in his deep, untroubled slumber. Margaret looked down at her trim belly and counted the times that her muscles rose up with every breath she took. The warm afterglow of their heated sex continued to burn within her. Every rise of her belly made her sphincter tremble with delight. It was as if the thick sex stem was still wedged safely inside her channel, funneling cock cream up her tight willing hole. She squirmed in the bedding, rolling her hips back and froth so that the bunched muscles tightened and relaxed in her rectum. A trickle of man juice continued to find its way out of her butt hole and onto the silk sheets. God, he had been good up there, she thought, stomping out the cigarette in the nearby ashtray. Her cunt, the barometer of her female passion had betrayed her. Her vagina lips shuddered into one orgasm after another as the hot man cream rushed up her butt. It was an experience she would long remember and now, only her sweet, innocent young step daughter kept her from enjoying a good night's rest.
But she was not to be denied long. Outside the window, the roaring of unmuffled exhaust pipes destroyed the evening's stillness. An explosion of light from the car's head lamps flashed across the window glass.
Finally she had returned, thought Margaret. She pulled back the covers and pulled on a dressing robe. David groaned as she left the bedside, still oblivious to the living world as he snored on. Margaret was, however, very much alive and she crept stealthily to the top of the stair landing as the front door clicked open and Julie appeared.
"I hope you enjoyed the movie, Julie," said Mark Dickson. Margaret couldn't see if the boy was holding her hand or not, but there was no doubt from the velvet richness of his voice, that Mark enjoyed the evening.
"Mark, I'm so happy," bubbled Julie. Then she unexpectedly grabbed him around the neck and planted a fat, wet kiss across his lips. "This is the happiest moment of my life."
"I-I-I think I'm in love," Mark whispered "L-l-look, I gotta go. You, y-y-you promise me right here and now that y-you'll be on that train to Washington."
"Oh, of course I will," she said. "My step-mother has already said I could go." A moment of silence came between them, then Mark bent forward, kissed the cherubic looking girl good night, and slip quietly from the living room, into the warm evening darkness.
Something clicked inside Margaret's mind as she witnessed the tender moment shared by the two teenagers. She had let Julie go out so she could hold the meeting with her children. But clearly allowing the girl such freedom had been a mistake. Julie was acting much too independent for a girl allegedly under the hypnotic spell of her family.
She would have to do something to correct this oversight. And it had to be done tonight!
Margaret untied the robe so it hung open slightly and descended the stairs, looking for her step-daughter.
"Dear, is that you," she said, walking into the kitchen where Julie stood staring into the open refrigerator. "I heard you saying good night to that ruffian."
Julie was surprised at the strange, stilted language her mother was using. And when her eyes picked up on the pink flesh "showing through the slit in the robe, she was really surprised.
The parting moments with Mark had been the most important moment of her life and she did not want to cheapen that flush of true love by knowing her mother had witnessed the whole thing.
"It wasn't that way at all," she protested, following Margaret into the living room. "He was very good to me."
Her step-mother was not apparently concerned with Mark, noted Julie for once slumping down on the couch, she changed the subject immediately. She made no effort to close her robe or to hide her exposed breasts and thick thatch of crotch hair. Seeing her step-mother partially nude, making no effort to hide her womanly charms, was disturbing to Julie. She wanted to avert her eyes or leave the room, for it was embarrassing to see Margaret that way.
"Darling, what I want to talk to you about has nothing to do with Mark," she began, crossing her leg so her step-daughter had a good look at her cunny and the dark, red ravine of her ass cheek. "Come sit by me, dear, and I'll tell you what's on my mind."
Reluctantly, Julie obeyed her, sinking into the soft sofa cushions and feeling the uncomfortable arm go around her shoulders.
"What I want to talk about concerns what happened in the kitchen with you and David and
Sherri and Kenny," she explained. Julie groaned silently as if an enormous weight were pressing down on her shoulders. Her stomach pulled at her inside and she felt as if she was going to be sick.
"Mark had nothing to do with that," she protested, "he was really good and nice with me."
"Get Mark out of your mind," snapped Margaret. "I'm talking about sex, Julie. Sex with your brother and sister. Sex that society says is against the law, a punishable crime."
She let the words sink in to her step-daughter's terrified mind before continuing. Margaret was already feeling her second wind and her breath was coming in short, sucking gasps.
"I am not a prude when it comes to sex," said Margaret.
"Incest is just part of sex and a very common one at that. Kenny and Sherri have told me everything." She shifted on the couch, her robe draped only loosely on her shoulders as the ample curves of her womanly figure thrust up at Julie's startled eyes.
"Do you feel you've done anything to be ashamed of?" Margaret leaned forward as she spoke so her body was touching Julie's and her wandering arm was stationed just above the girl's pouting nipples. Her finger nails stroke the soft rise in Julie's breast mound, exciting the nipple to the end poked through her flimsy blouse.
"Please, mother," she said, trying to pull away from her. Margaret was really acting strange, thought Julie.
"You must tell me everything," Margaret insisted. "What is it like to go down on your own brother, to feel his excited penis in your mouth and up your virgin cunt."
"Mother!"
Margaret was holding Julie closely now her finger openly caressing the girl's nipple, sending pleasure waves spiraling through the girl's excited nervous system. Her strong arms wrapped around the quivering body of her step-daughter and brought her face against her breasts.
"Did you enjoy your brother's cock," she continued, "did you like him between your thighs"-her hands now stroking Julie's thighs"was he good in there, did your cunt ache with pleasure?"
Julie could not get away. Every movement only brought her mother closer, the strong fingers now under her blouse, stroking her tit mounds, flicking the nipples until Julie moaned out of pure joy.
Margaret pulled the blouse off her daughter and hugged her trembling naked chest against her own so that their breasts touched at the nipples and the passion of her mother ignited her step-daughter, Julie's head was spinning with increasing delight as her mother stripped the Levi's from her body and dipped her hand into the girl's pubic bush.
"Ohhhh! Pleaseeee not there," cried Julie, trying to control her hips as they cavorted against Margaret's caresses. She closed her eyes and lay back in the protective grasp of her mother's arms, her mind floating in erotic images of lovemaking. She had come of age under Kenny's prodding insistence and her body tingled from the close intimacy of her step-mother.
This is awful, she told herself, yet found it impossible to break away from her mother's grasp. Her step-mother was making love to her! She was sticking her hands into her twat and around her taut breasts and down along the groove in her butt cheeks, whipping up a passion storm that threatened to explode.
Margaret watched with glee as her flashing stab at her stepdaughter's budding young clit aroused her plump teenage body with convulsive jerking spasms of excitement. Her ass cheeks arched into the air as Margaret wormed her fingers into the girl's firm slit and slithered freely in her pussy juice. Margaret could feel her own excitement building and she curled one leg over the sexually distressed girl and sunk her tongue into Julie's active slot.
"Ahhhhhh, mommy! Ahhhhh, wowwww!" she groaned as the fleshy tongue burrowed into her channel. Cunt lubricant seemed to gush all at once onto the waiting tongue as Margaret licked up every drop with lascivious licks and sucks. The boiling furnace that was Julie's cunt channel had roared to life. It fueled her passion and over loaded her nervous system with throbbing sensations.
Margaret increased her tongue licking and finger stroking until the smell of hot cunt drove her to wild extremes. Faster and faster her tongue dove into Julie's sex hole, lapping up the frothy sex honey that swelled within her parted slit. She also was aware of her own sexual stirring: the sensation of David's incessant cock jarring her ass cheeks had not left her. His residue still dripped from her bunghole. She harbored wild, terrible ideas that made her head giddy with guilt. But there was no turning back, for she had become a prisoner of her own devious plans as well as a willing victim of unbridled passions. Once clicked on, her body had a mind of its own which Margaret faithfully followed.
The message from her cunt and from her dripping ass channel funneled through her nervous system and ignited sparks at the core of her womanhood. She was dripping and sloppy with ass juice from all her passion holes like a giant sieve leaking pungent smelling lubricant and from the throbbing in her chest, Margaret knew what she wanted from her daughter.
"Baby darling," moaned Margaret, lifting her face from the girl's wetting twat, "help me, I need you now, desperately." Her ass cheeks shimmied in the air above the girl's astonished face. The odor from her ripe channel filled Julie's nostrils. Her step-mother was no longer the domineering woman she had grown to hate. She was just another woman, a lusty, pleading woman who wanted sex in the most desperate of ways. Julie's child like hands reached up to the butt and gently massaged the deep ravine.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!! ! Do it wonderfully. My cunt's alive, it's screaming with life" Margaret shouted, overcome by the girl's knowledge of sex in all its varied forms. She felt the fingers toying with her ass-hole and sinking deeper to flicker away at her aroused clit and juicy cunt lips. Margaret was alive with passion, a firecracker ready to explode. She could feel the wonderful secretions churning inside her body. Her juice was flowing from all her holes as Julie prodded her. Margaret was gasping and groaning and begging for it to all come together right that instant. She slowly lowered her parted ass-hole ass cheeks down on Julie's face, hoping that she would get the message, for Margaret did not possess the courage to ask her step-daughter for the thrill that would kindle her orgasm into a roaring bonfire of delight.
Margaret bit her lip and then busied herself in the girl's cunt. She licked the tiny clit nub and dove into the wetness of the girl's twat.
Then suddenly Margaret screamed out in demonic fury. Her hips boiling with passion and her face crimson red with delight and the feeling of achievement. For Julie's tongue was sucking her ass-hole! She was lodging her organ up the very channel that only hours ago had been gorged with David's hard cock.
Margaret yelled and she humped her daughter's face feeling her ass cheeks slide over the girl's mouth while the small nose seemed to bury itself into the fevered ravine.
"Ooooooooo! Ream me, darling! Ream my ass-hole, suck it and make your mother happy!" she groaned, humping and flailing her hips. Suddenly her body stiffened as the last drop of David's cock cream found the tip of Julie's searching tongue. Her hips arched upwards stiff with her orgasm, and her tits froze up like granite cones and the fluttering in her cunt seemed to spread out and ignite the deeply buried passion of her child like soul.
"Coming! AAAAHHHHH! Dear God I'M COMING!! ! " She moaned as every muscle in her body seemed to release at once. Her hips pounded Julie's face and her ass-hole burned with the desire that she knew was there all along.
"I love fucking children," she admitted to herself, as the orgasm played out its sweet music within her tortured, passion filled body. "I love the feeling of little children in my passion holes."
Julie felt the sudden urge to pee. She was sucking her mother's ripe ass-hole and fingering her slimy cunt and the intensity of her excitement was overwhelming. She was squirming and thrusting her hips up into her mother's licking mouth and her bladder was ready to explode. She felt renewed and alive and though she was about to experience her second orgasm, Julie could not shake the over riding sensation that deep down her step-mother was sick in the head. Julie wondered how Mark was doing and she froze up in fear momentarily at the thought he might know what she was doing with her adopted family.
"Please, not him," she said. Then her whole body tightened up into a knot and a wave of explosive sex roared to life and she buried her tongue into her mother's ass-hole and the whole world went spinning into a wild frenetic scene.
CHAPTER NINE
In the morning Julie woke up, not to the numbing ring of the alarm clock, but to the muffled voice of her mother on the telephone.
"I'm sorry," Margaret was saying, "but Julie and my two children Kenny and Sherri will both be staying home. Julie is very sick and can hardly sit up in bed."
It was an outrageous lie as Julie well knew. But why her mother was determined for her not to attend school puzzled her. Ironically it was the one day in her life that she looked forward to. For she had promised to meet Mark after school and go over to his house and watch the baseball game. Now that plan was squashed and she felt badly about it.
Her mood quickly lifted, however, and Julie was bouncing out of bed and running down the stairs to the kitchen where, she run smack into her mother.
"Oops!" she giggled, and like the little girl that she was, Julie blushed, her face turning bright crimson. A deadly silence lingered in the room.
Margaret's thin face was stern and commanding. Behind her was Sherri and Kenny. David was lounging against the ice box eating an ice cream cone.
"Don't worry, kid," he said, slurping on the melting ice cream, "you're not going to school. At least for now."
"Dear, did you want some orange juice," said Margaret, handing Julie a small glass. "It's very good."
Silently, she took the drink and swallowed a mouthful of the tart tasting juice, wondering at the same instant why everyone was staring at her. She was also wondering why the juice had such an unusual bitter taste.
Her step-mother's mood had changed considerably, thought Julie.
"Come children," said Margaret, "we go to the other room."
Julie didn't have the vaguest idea what her step-mother had in store them. Kenny was grinning sheepishly at Sherri and she noticed how intent Margaret was staring at David. A fluttering sensation deep in her stomach brought her mind back to reality. Margaret certainly had something important to say, she thought. Julie could not help remembering the savage attack made on her body only a few hours earlier. Now that she had returned to her senses, Julie thought her step-mother was the most repulsive person she'd ever met. If her father ever found out, and she was going to make a point to tell him of the strange things going on in the house during his absence, she knew he'd make trouble for his step-mother. Sex was perhaps a subject worth discussing in the house, but certainly not a rightful one to pursue, especially with members of the same family.
But there was no time for dwelling on past deeds, for Margaret was commanding their rapt attention.
"I feel there is no point in disguising our sexual proclivities any longer," she said. "Julie and I had a long talk last night. I know everything. About the heavy sexing in the kitchen, the running out to the forest preserve. I know about these exploits and we shouldn't hide them from ourselves any longer."
Julie was listening intently to Margaret's long winded speech about morality and the right of human beings to have sex with each other, when she felt the drug hit home. The orange juice, she exclaimed. They put something in the orange juice! Her vision was terribly distorted and she had a hard time controlling her movements. The room appeared to be whirling around in space. The voices of Margaret and David stood out blasting her ears like thunderous echoes bouncing back off canyon walls. She had the wild urge to run from the house and the sick people who lived there before her sanity disintegrated into ashes. Julie responded to her urges by standing unsteadily to her feet and turning towards the entry way.
"She won't get far," snapped Kenny. Then there were hands covering her breasts and cunt as she was pulled back into the living room.
"What is this?" she said. "What are you doing to me?" Julie saw that a time lapse had occurred in her memory for looking through the fog that appeared to shroud her eyesight, she could make out all the family members, all leering and grinning at her like insane people.
"Julie, we're all going to have fun. Just like last night," said Margaret. She rose before Julie like an Amazon, her quivering breasts standing out defiantly. Her legs were spread proudly displaying her dripping pubic bush.
"Let me go first," Kenny pleaded. He rose up. He was as hard as iron and Julie screamed for his massive shaft seemed wildly distorted to her drug-crazed eyes. Instantly her cunt walls began to ache and she imagined the prickhead sliding up through her velvet pussylips.
"No, you fool," said Sherri. It was evident that her sister had other plans for the hard cock. She reached between his thighs and stroked him gingerly. He groaned as her fingers touched his balls and he turned to her so her wet lips could properly suck him off.
"I love it, sis," he yelled bucking his ass cheeks so the thick shaft found the moist recesses of her most willing mouth.
While Julie tried controlling her senses, she had another visitor, this time David. "We had so much fun together in the kitchen," he said, as if to remind the girl about her initiation into sex. "So tight between those thighs. God, you make me hard just to think of those times."
David unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes still riveting her attention and when she looked away, Julie discovered that he too was naked. She examined his hard, rigid cock and her heart began pounding like a hammer. Her drug addled mind was sensitive to everything around her and the spectacle of so much raw sex in one place stimulated her sex organs.
Time seemed to hold still and the room swirled with glorious colors. David's penis appeared to grow and shrink at the same instant. The thick, bulbous head reached out at her like an ugly club, its thick, powerful length challenging her timid cunt.
"Are you wet? Do you want it?" he was asking her, his voice booming in her ears. Julie was so confused she didn't know what to do. Her heart throbbed, and her breasts ached to be touched, and a tingling developed between her moist cunt lips and Julie thought for a moment that her whole body might explode. She was a small child swimming in the grown up world of sex, and she hadn't yet discovered the ways to channel her built up energy and sexual longing into direct action.
"I won't force you to love it," said David, advancing slowly so his rock hard cock was only inches from the girl's trembling twat. He wanted to enter her ripe love channel in the worst way, but David realized the importance of going slow. He wanted to fuck her and come inside her vagina and feel her teenage softness clamp hold of his sensitive shaft.
"Don't you want to touch me," he coaxed. "It's really lots of fun. Look at Sherri and Kenny. See how they enjoy having sex together."
Through the mass of distorted and pulsating images that made up her drug induced world, Julie watched her step-brother rear back his hips and slam into her sister's cunt.
His penis slid inside with one powerful stroke and Sherri seemed to take off, her body lifting from the floor and pumping furiously against the penis crammed inside her.
"So good! So fucking good, baby brother," she squealed as the sound of their hips grinding and slapping together became music to Julie's ears.
That looks good, and undoubtedly is good, she thought. They were stroking hard now, Julie raising her hips rudely to accept the plunging joy stick and the air was filled with the scent of the special kind of lovemaking. Almost out of instinct, Julie spread her legs apart and David picked up the subconscious cue and moved quickly forward so he could rub her moist cunt.
"Ooooooo! This is not right," she groaned. But Julie did not have the strength to resist the hand stroking her willing cunt. The fires of her twat were ignited and her whole body seemed engulfed in their flames. David stroked her cooze until her feminine lather made his fingers slick and wet. He worked her clit and her cunt lips and the groove running back to her bunghole, and finally, he dropped to his knees and began eating her.
The hot sparks exploding through Julie's nervous system were not quenched by the fat, moist tongue lapping at her cunt door. Her passion was only accelerated. Julie felt her muscles go limp and she squatted down on David's tongue. Her tits begged for sucking and like magic she felt a tongue licking her nipples.
"Oh my God! I'm going crazy," she squealed. She closed her eyes afraid to look at the hands and the tongue and big cock surrounding her.
Margaret moved over to help David arouse the little girl. Her cunt was on fire-it was always in a state of sexual activity-but she found stroking Julie's tit mounds was very satisfying. She was young and not fully developed and the small, sprouting half globes were sensitive and responded to her quivering tongue. She licked the red nipples and sucked them gingerly and felt the small buds hardened like cherry pits as she worked them into a frenzy.
"I can't take much more," Julie said weakly. Her legs bucked under the two tongues working her crotch and her breasts and she was swaying to the pulsating delight that cascaded through her young flesh. Then she started falling backward. Julie screamed as she fell away, her eyes tightly shut, her arms reaching desperately for support. And suddenly she felt hands holding her. Soft, sensuous hands that gripped her by the ass cheek and held her firm. The hands belonged to Kenny who reluctantly had quit fucking his sister and now was doing his part to seduce Julie. He pressed his body against her flesh, reveling in her sweat and nervous excitement. His cock was very hard and was coated with the cunt drippings of his sister. He wanted badly to fuck Julie, but that was out of the question, at least for the time being. But his dick demanded some satisfaction and with her legs spread out he dropped down and let his penis slide between her ass cheeks. Julie yelled as her whole body thrilled to his cock stem. He worked his dripping stick up and down her butt ravine, letting her ass cheeks press against his crotch while he slide his dick down the flesh channel and across her bunghole.
"Jesus, it's wild fucking this way," he grinned, unable to suppress his joy at finding a new method of having sex. "Her cheeks grip you hard."
Julie was groaning now for some satisfaction of her own. Her flesh blared the alarm. Her breasts were rigid and her cunt was slick with drippings and now a penis ran through her ass ravine. There was hot, tempestuous sex everywhere she moved. It surrounded her with its hot, exciting smells. It groped at her sex holes and it was all hers for the asking.
"Please ... help me ... satisfy me," she pleaded. "I can't take much more."
The stroking and the licking continued unabated by her cries of urgency. Though the whole family was hot and excited-as stimulated as Julie-they continued to work her passion spots. Despite her cries for fulfillment and her demanding screams for satisfaction, the family ignored her and kept up the steady pace.
Julie was going out of her mind. David had dived into her thick pubic hair and Kenny was roaring through the hot, pink flesh of her rump ravine. And she couldn't forget Margaret's hot, kissing mouth glued to her sensitive nipples.
She felt herself being lifted off the ground, her legs now floating from underneath as if gravity had disappeared and just when she thought that her mind was completely blown, Julie heard David's soft voice speaking to her.
"You want a good fucking," he said, "You want my hot penis between those slippery cunt lips, spreading my manhood strength through every pore in your body?"
She groaned as the words seemed to paralyze her. "Oh, that's what I want," she whispered. "Dear God, I want that giant cock meat more than anything!"
Julie felt Margaret's mouth licking her again and again. Her strength had been nearly exhausted. She felt the cock plunging away between her ass cheeks and wished that Kenny had applied vaseline to his pecker before rooting about in that sensitive flesh.
She strained her twat and realized the prick she so badly wanted between her thighs was only a scant half inch away. She could feel the tip striking her coiled pubic hair and that only further incensed her passion. She was huffing and puffing for air and her whole body seemed alive with sexual activity.
"I need it ... want it badly," she cried out in desperation. Squirming her hips, she could actually feel the cock's misshapen head at the gooey entry to her love channel and for the first time she broke out into tears. "God, give it to me right this minute," she cried. "Yes, now!"
"Just relax, darling," David told her. "My cock is so big and your cunt is so small, though very juicy I must admit, that it will take a little time getting used to."
Holding her legs firmly, he inched his cock into the parted lips of her passion hole. The pungent smelling juice lubricated his entry and he felt Julie twitch as excess fluid ran down her twat mound. She was enormously wet, he told herself.
"This will be a glorious fuck," he whispered. "And don't feel guilty because it's me. After all sex is sex and it doesn't matter where it comes from as long as you get your share. Right?"
"Ohhhhhh! ... yes ... Hurrryyyy!" she was pleading and begging and with him so close, the thought of his leaving seemed unbearable.
She felt the big head of his cock between her cunt folds, felt it rubbing, then heard David catch his breath and felt his sex stem rush up her love channel.
"Ooooooo! Soooo goooood!" she groaned, her hips now pumping crazily, enjoying his big cock, rubbing her channel walls around his surging pecker flesh. Behind her, Kenny was out of her ass ravine, but that did not stop him from fingering her bunghole and massaging her butt cheeks.
"I'm going to make you so fucking hot," he screamed, "you'll come all over the place." His fingers plunged into her willing flesh, working the sphincter muscle opened so he could penetrate her ass tube with two finger insertions.
"Oh, please don't stop!" She was excited and her passion holes opened up like flowers blooming in springtime. She experienced the sensation of having her cunt fucked and her ass-hole reamed out at the same instant.
"Oh nice ... Jesus, it's nice ... don't leave," she pleaded. The drug only increased her awareness to their sexual attack and her whole body was throbbing like a giant heart muscle.
Her screaming and humping made her a better fuck. David had screwed lots of women before, but this teenager was giving him the workout of his life. His balls were already boiling hot and his pecker was harder than it had ever been before. He felt like fucking her all night, but his nuts wouldn't stand for such masochism. He had to come and right away. He grunted and groaned as his shaft reached deeper into the wet sleeve of her womb, scooping out more hot cunt cream as he pistoned stroked her channel. Kenny was doing a job on her ass ravine and David knew how sore the little girl would be in the morning. But that wasn't his worry. Right then he wanted nothing more than to dump his come load inside her.
"Do you want it? ... Do you want my white, gooey come," he asked.
The girl tried to answer but her throat was full of phlegm and she admitted only a gurgling sound.
Her cunt was moving up and down, back and forth, like a giant sucking clam. His balls were straining and his cock was shooting blanks when David found out he could hold back his climax no longer.
"This is it! ... White hot come, just the way you like it," he screamed as his hips reared back then pistoned forward in a final lunge. His jizz reached through his cock and spurted inside the little girl's climaxing pussy. Her cunt hugged his cock stem and the silvery cream filled her hole.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!! ! " Julie screamed, feeling the come race up her tube and into her hot womb room. Behind her she could feel Kenny working her ass-hole and screaming to himself. "I'm coming, look at this." Then she experienced his hot juice racing all over her butt as he masturbated his prick.
"Oh, God ... wonderful," was all the excited girl could say. She humped and flung her gorgeous hips about, sucking in David's joyous come and greedily hoarding the fluid up in her womb.
Julie was happy as the sexing reached a peak. For wild as the scene was she realized through the drugged haze of her mind, that this was only the beginning. There was lots more sex where this was coming from!
CHAPTER TEN
Julie had heard the word conundrum before. It meant puzzle or something like that. Anyway, she felt as if she had been thrown into a conundrum.
For the past several days she had been locked in the house a virtual prisoner. Margaret had forbid her to go outside which meant she had to confine her activities to the small house.
Not that she minded because there was plenty of sex. David made love to her at least once a day and when he was through Kenny took over. It wasn't very long before she learned everything there was to know about sex.
Julie wondered how much longer her stepmother was going to keep her penned up. She wanted to get out and go back to school and see Mark Dickson. At the drive-in he had hinted at all sorts of things and she wanted to show him a few things she had learned from her family. Yet she doubted if Margaret would approve of their dating again. "Mark is a bad boy and you are hot to date him anymore," she told Julie.
Tears had flooded her eyes when her step-mother tried to end their budding romance, Julie was determined to continue their relationship.
But how she was going to do it? Julie didn't know. But she knew that was she had to get out of the house. If she didn't leave soon, Julie felt she might go crazy. Besides, the high school trip to Washington was leaving the next day and she wanted desperately to be on that train so she could see Mark. She had lots of gossip to tell him.
But whatever feelings of hostility Julie felt, she was careful to hide it from her family. Every morning Margaret brought her orange juice, which she pretended to drink, at least until their backs were turned and she had a chance to throw it out. Gradually the woozy feeling in her head subsided and she gained more strength in her arms and legs. Her heart that day was pounding furiously as she decided to break out of the house and go see Mark Davidson. Margaret and David were spending most of the time in the bedroom together and were not keeping an eye on Julie.
"She's too doped up to go anywhere," laughed David once when he thought she was not listening. Well she'd show them all right. She packed her clothes in a small plastic bag and when she heard the bed springs groaning in the master bedroom, she crept downstairs and into the basement. All the doors and windows were locked from the inside, but Margaret had overlooked the basement window. Her foot hit an old floor board halfway down the stairs and for an instant, she feared that Margaret would come running out. But her step-mother was too busy fucking and Julie was down the stairs and out the window in a second.
"I will not go back," she told herself later that night. The air had turned bitterly cold and she had forgotten to pack a jacket. Her flesh was blue and she was afraid of freezing to death. She was standing outside a telephone booth where she had just finished talking to Mark.
Hurry, she told herself, hurry or I'll turn into a block of ice.
Her cunny was tingling and wet with excitement when she saw the headlights come flashing around the corner. The old Chevy pulled over to the curb and she recognized Mark's good looking face smiling back at her when he opened the door.
"Say, darling," he said, "what brings you out into the night air."
"Just drive, I can't explain," she said. "And let me have a coat. I'm freezing to death."
She was happy to see Mark again. So happy that her first impulse was to grab for his pecker which she could see was rising up in his trousers. "Let's go to the drive-in," she suggested, hoping he would catch the subtlety of her remark.
"My folks want me home," he said, the despair showing in his voice. "Maybe some other time."
They rode on in silence before Julie explained to him that she had run away from home and was going to Washington with an important message for her father.
He listened contently before showing any emotion. "Christ, then I've got to hide you for the night," he said. He drought for a moment, then his face brightened as an idea popped into his mind. "How about the barn. I can sneak you some blankets and stuff and then you can come with me to the train station in the morning."
"Yeah, far out," she said. "On the condition that you come visit me." She smiled pertly and reached for the rise in his pants. His cock was thick and hard like a coiled garden hose. He groaned with delight when she reached inside and began stroking his prick.
"Sure thing. I'll sneak out after dinner and bring you the stuff," he said. Suddenly they were in the driveway of Mark's house and Julie had to reluctantly draw back her hand.
"Don't forget me," she pleaded. "It's very important that I get to Washington."
"How could I forget!" he exclaimed. He got out of the car and showed Julie the path out to the barn in back. It was used mostly now to store hay, he told her, and she could make a comfortable bed for herself. He took a thick, ragged quilt from the trunk and gave it to her to sleep in.
"Goodnight," he said, planting a kiss on her cheek and walking into the house. She wasn't sure of anything anymore. Her mind felt porous like a piece of Swiss cheese and she had difficulty keeping her thoughts straight.
The only certainty was seeing her father in Washington. After explaining to him all her troubled thoughts, he would know what to do. He might even have enough sense to dump Margaret and get a wife that really loved him.
As the cold winds whipped through the barn, the beginnings of an idea began to grow at the eye of her conscious mind. The events of the past two weeks were tied in somehow to the powerful job that her father held.
She had been too occupied with the budding sexual needs of her body to see the overall picture, but there was no doubt in her mind now that all the wonderful sexing was serving an ulterior purpose. She realized that her escape had been made just in time.
Margaret had used sex to get at her, thought Julie. It was not entirely by accident that Kenny had lured her to the woods where they stumbled onto Sherri and David. And when Kenny had forced his sex upon her in the kitchen, it was not by chance that Sherri and David happened to walk in on them.
A creepy sense of dread shrouded her thoughts. Her family, she realized, had set out to abuse and humiliate her. They were evil people who had nothing less in mind than total domination of her mind and body. Perhaps they wanted her to join them, to be the younger version of Sherri. Or maybe the darling sycophant who endlessly followed the sexual whims of Margaret.
It did not take genius to see the treachery that lay beneath the good manners and friendly veneer that so aptly described her step-mother and children. Julie was only fourteen years old, but she'd grown up quickly since that day her bicycle seat had sparked the awakening of her sexuality. If that had not happened, if she had been ignorant of her sexual urges, perhaps Julie would have caved in to the brutal demands of her adopted family. As it was, she had learned the magical secrets of sex and kept her identity. Now, she had to find out the motive lurking behind Margaret's treachery. She had to find out for herself and also for her father.
She wrapped the thick quilt around her tightly and lay back into the hay. The day had been long and sleep rushed to fill her tired mind. Tomorrow was a new day, she thought. She had learned a few things about herself and the world and so armed she would be ready to face the awful demands that the adult world places on the shoulder of its youth.
But more than that, she would also have Mark at her side. She would not be along, she realized, and then a smile crossed her lips as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. There would be his big, muscular body at her side-and more importantly on her thighs-to help her along...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Julie had never seen a penis so large before. It parted her thighs and shimmied up her erotic triangle and slipped into her cunt channel like soft clay. It filled her with tingling warmth and made her scream with unmentionable pleasures. And as her hips rotated in joyous ecstasy, sucking the pulsating male organ into the deepest recesses of her vagina, she felt another pole, equally thick and wonderful oozing into her ass channel. The pole rippled through her butt hole up into her like a giant wave of pleasure and she slowly felt herself being lifted off the ground as the two sex poles throbbed like wild fire inside her holes.
It was the best dream Julie ever had and when Mark woke her up in the morning her cunt was glistening with joy juice. A wet dream, she thought, and it had left her so horny for a big throbbing penis that she nearly pulled Mark down beside her.
Mark did not readily understand her fervid desires and quickly back off. "Come on quit acting crazy," he snapped, "we've got a train to catch."
She clambered from the bed and hurried out to the waiting car. Her cunt itched for sex in the worse possible way and the smell of her excretions filled the car with animal aromas. She hoped that Mr. and Mrs. Dickson would not smell it.
She thought it strange that the Dickson's did not appear curious to her sleeping overnight in their barn. They seemed oblivious to her, interested only in getting to the train on time.
The old Chevy sedan roared up to the station with a few minutes to spare. Julie suddenly realized that she was without a ticket, but Mark nudged her arm and when they walked up to the ticket booth, Mr. Dickson paid for two.
"Nothing's too good for the Congressman's pretty daughter," he said proudly, giving Julie a tuck under the chin that only increased the flow of lubricant into her panties. "Now children have a good time and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
He let out a loud chuckling laugh. Julie wonder what he meant by the remark. The conductor opened up the passenger entry and the children hurried out to the platform where they were met by their school chums.
"This is certainly going to be something," said Mark. And Julie could only agree as she clutched his arm and rubbed unselfconsciously up against his thigh.
"Yes, it is," she said.
She found that the passenger car was large and comfortable and they had no trouble finding a place to put their things and settle back for the brisk trip to Washington.
"This is beautiful," said Mark, lounging in the soft train seat. "A nice place to rest and a pretty little chick that I really dig to keep me company."
Julie couldn't resist the temptation to snuggle up on his lap and place her head on his chest. She noticed his blood was racing through his veins a mile a minute and his hands trembled as they stroked her flaxen hair.
He's as excited as I am, she said to herself. He must be aware of how sexy I feel.
Julie had the opportunity to stop, for she was sure Mark was too much the gentleman to make advances. But that was not her style, at least not anymore since she had experienced the wonderful pleasures of sexual fulfillment.
Gingerly she rubbed the bulge in Mark's pants. First the rubbing, then the licking and sucking, she thought.
Mark was going out of his mind. He suppressed the urge to groan like a wounded bull. Her fingers ignited sparks through his muscular body and it was all he could from sticking his hand into her pants and playing with her' wet mound. He had fucked a few girls, but never had the sex been so blatant and as exciting as the cockrubbing this fourteen year-old temptress was giving him.
"Jesus ... you gotta stop that," he groaned brushing her hand away. "Keep that up and I'll take drastic measures."
"I wish you would," she replied impishly. She was staring into his eyes and there was no way Mark could misinterpret the warm lust mirrored in her blue eyes. "Just for once don't act like a gentleman. Act well, you know ... like an animal!"
Mark turned his head. There were kids and teachers all around them and even if he said to hell with modesty and started balling Julie right in the coach seat, they would be pulled apart.
"Christ," he snapped. "Come on follow me. Hurry up!"
He nearly took her arm off as he pulled Julie from the seat and they hurried down the aisle to the small washroom compartment at the end of the car. No one was looking their way and he pushed Julie inside and locked the door after him.
"You're so brave hot stuff," he mocked. "When you've got an audience. But now there's just me and what are you going to do. Put up or shut up?"
Julie smiled meekly at her boyfriend before setting out to put her words into action. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly freeing the coiled penis. Julie gently reached for the cock stem and stroked him passionately. She worked the big head of his cock then grabbed his stubborn penis and placed it between her two lips.
"Oh Jesus," he gasped. "That's just wonderful!" he was grinding his ass-cheeks in rhythm to her cocksucking and only after she'd been sucking diligently for several moments did he realize what a hot chick he had. His cock was acting stubborn in his first bout with mouth sucking, but Julie was licking him and making the hot sex stem come alive.
"Do you want me to stop licking you?" she teased him. "Your cock is having a hard time standing at attention."
"I'll show you a thing or two about hard cocks," he snapped. Mark was fired up over the girl's taunting remarks and ripping his dick, now hard and greasy from her sucking, from her mouth, Mark pulled roughly at the buttons on her pants.
"Here, let me help," she insisted, for there was nothing that Julie wouldn't do for him now. Wearing a beaming smile of pride and shaking only slightly from the throbbing of her sex glans, Julie slid out of her rumpled slacks and rolled off her panties.
Mark stood back and watched impassively as her cunt triangle was bared in all its glorious beauty before his disbelieving eyes. She was built all right for a young girl, and her cunt gleamed like a rare jewel. She was beautiful in every detail and his penis was jerking about like a fire hose full of water. His first two fucks had been less than satisfactory affairs, but this time he was going to get all the pleasure and satisfaction that he wanted. He kneeled before the hairy cunt and grabbing her ass cheeks with his hands pulled her snatch before his outstretched tongue.
"Yaaaaaa! You can eat me anytime at all," she gasped. His tongue was licking her cunt lips and sticking into her fetid channel and she once again felt hot and sexually excitable.
She rolled her hips and humped her crotch against his defiant tongue and when the hot pussy juice dribbled from her hole he was there to catch every drop. She was hot and excited and her steamy cunt hole stirred them both into passionate lovemaking.
Mark's inexperience was no handicap. He resisted the temptation to push things and lay back, continuing to suck the girl's hot twat while his fingers dug discreetly into her ass ravine.
Her cheeks were supple and wildly exciting to his touch and earthy smells drifted up from her crotch and her butt slit. In the course of his twat eating, Mark discovered her rigid clitoris and this too he sucked with wonderful results.
"Ooooooo!! ! " she exploded. He was barely able to control his excitement as sucking turned to thrusting. Her body willingly gave in to his commanding tongue and when she pulled his face away, her cunt was drenched in spit and pungent lubricant.
"I make you happy ... everywhere ... tell me what makes you happy," she groaned. Mark loved eating her tempestuous cunt, but his cock was making intolerable demands on him. The young thing had sucked his tool and he had eaten her sex organs. Her fragrance covered him, making his head spin with her sex and her womanly excitement.
"I want you ... please ... I want you everywhere," he pleaded. The warmth of her mouth still throbbed inside him. He could dig coming down her throat, that would really turn him on. And Julie was more than willing. She'd slop down his sperm seed like a trooper and not think anything at all about it. But his mind drifted down to the inviting hole between her legs. It was the black hole covered with fur that intrigued him. It oozed syrupy-like lubricant down into her hairy bush. He wanted to thrust his penis into her lubricant. It was hot and moist and would cover his inflamed member like bath oils covering tired muscles.
His hand slipped to her crotch hair and rolled around in the curly follicles. Without hesitation, he slipped a finger into her hole and fucked her that way, with gentle strokes. Julie's groaning and humping did not stop him from his duties. Her slime drenched his hand and in a splurge of fantasy he slipped his cunt-soaked hand underneath her legs and jabbed incessantly at her ass-hole.
"No, no, not that," pleaded Julie. She was not prepared for his inventive lovemaking. She pressed against his hand without success and with a sudden jolt of force, Mark buried his finger into her sphincter muscle.
"Aaaaiiiieee!! ! " Julie was shocked at his sudden penetration and her body began doing strange things. It bucked and humped against his plunging finger at a rapid pace. The finger slashed at her ass-hole door and she responded by hunching her bunghole up and down his finger. They grunted and groaned in luxurious delight at the discovery of their new source of pleasure.
Mark was grinning at her and she was smiling back as their body began the ancient dance of love.
"Stick me with it," she pleaded. "I want you here, in my cunt. Give it to me ... I want it, damn it ... I need it here inside where my pussy can fuck your cock."
"Keep it up darling," he laughed. "I like it when you talk dirty. That really turns me on."
He continued jabbing away at her ass-hole with a torrid series of flashing penetrations that left Julie breathless. "Oh God, that feels strange, you putting your finger up there. It hurts but I love the feeling."
Her cunt was squirting like a squashed orange, and the smell was overpowering. It drifted up from her crotch and clogged their noses with its pungent aroma. For an instant, the odor overpowered Mark and he felt surfeited by the richness and the excessiveness of her drool.
"Hurry! You must hurry, darling," she begged, now groaning and humping and begging him for the virgin penis that he withheld from her.
Every atom of her flesh tingled with desire and as he slowly advanced, his penis now rubbing against the thick sporan of pubic hair, Julie began to scream and pull madly at his body.
The animal desire had overcome her tiny, uncomprehending mind and she growled at him like a cornered bitch protecting her pups. Mark could sense the underlying violence and though he wanted to tickle and tease her some more, his own sexual stirrings would not allow it.
He pulled the finger from her ass-hole and rudely wipe it clean in her crotch fuzz. Julie's face was contorted in pain. Her eyes were closed tightly as mucous poured freely from her nostrils and her trembling lower lip. Her ripe breasts were balls of knotted flesh. Her every muscle was straining with expectation, her nerves tight as piano wire. From die back of her throat came the pleading voice that made his heart pound from the very innocence of its sound.
"Mark ... I love you ... I want you." It was the voice of a tiny girl grown up in a world she did not understand. She was a ball of molten fire slowly disintegrating before his gaze and Mark knew he could not let this happen. Not to this girl anyway, the one he loved and knew so well.
"Baby, your prayers are answered," he said somewhat pompously. "I'm coming in you right now. Right this very instant!"
Without another word, Mark rolled his hips, pulling back his giant cock so the head stuck firmly between her wetting pussy lips. Suddenly his hips blurred with forward movement and the sex pipe went roaring into her cunt folds. He felt the skin squish against her juicy flesh and experienced the glowing satisfaction of his penis parting soft flesh as it traveled up the length of her love channel. He was overjoyed and extremely excited as his cock dove deeper and deeper into the tight slit. Juice and smells poured out from her holes and the deeper he went the softer and more sensitive her cunt walls became.
"OOOOHHHHH!" Julie could not believe how good it felt inside her. His plunging prick took her breath away and she gasped for air, her lungs heaving as if filled with sawdust, while Mark jostled her snatch. The prick went in and out of her twat with jackhammer precision. She had never felt so much sexual intensity before. She wondered if she could handle such deep penetration. Already her thighs were wobbly and her whole body felt heavy as lead weights. Desperately, she grabbed his broad shoulders and hung on while he pile drived her cunt.
"I want your cunt, darling," he said, his confidence returning as he worked away on her twat. "I love you and need you and I'm going to fuck your hole until you come a thousand times!"
That was all right with Julie, for her whole abdomen heaved with the stroking of his cock. In the wild fantasies that filled her mind during the act of sex, Julie could see her cunt lips open up and her guts drop away like so much raw meat.
"Oh God ... it's here already," she moaned, her butt slamming against the wall of the washroom compartment. "Feel it ... I ... amm yess! Oh YES!"
From within her bowels roared the voice of her screaming orgasm rising like a mysterious voice to the parted slit of her cunt face. Julie squirmed her hips against the bucking prick shaft as his hard meat sent jolts of pleasure through her nerve train. She was into it now, screaming and yelling and hunching and fucking with all her might.
"FUCK ME!! ! FUCK ME ... OH! OHH!! ! OHHH!! ! GOD FUCK MEEEEE!! ! " She was half goddess and half animal to Mark and he couldn't wait to drench the warm sex pit that so wonderfully held on to his sex pole with long stringy gobs of semen. The hot fluid gushed from his sack, into his prick shaft. The muscles surrounding the cock head tightened down to hold back the sperm load. He groaned with every stroke and cursed himself that he could not put off the inevitable any longer. A feeling of profound relief passed through his mind as the hungry cunt tightened up ort his cock and he grinned broadly as he brought his hips back in a final surge of energy before slamming his spurting shaft deep into the girl's sex hole.
The sperm shot forward like hot taffy into her slot and he roared with delight as Julie sucked up all of his seed.
"Hey, what's going on in there," said an angry voice outside the compartment. "What are you kids doing. I've got a key and I'm coming in right this minute."
Mark's cock was draining into Julie. Spurt after spurt of hot jizz found its way to the depths of her secret womb. The energy drained from his tired muscles and the world seemed all in one piece for once. He heard the voice as did Julie, but his thoughts were drifting miles away by then.
"No matter what the school does," he said, as his sperm continued soaking her hole, "I love you and I'll take care of you."
He put out an arm to give her assurance, but the prick which bound them together was more than enough security for Julie. "Fuck the school," she said. "I'll have daddy get the Fed's after them if they fuck around with me."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The compartment door opened abruptly and through the opening the young lovers saw a plump looking man with a walrus moustache and a glaring pair of deep set eyes that stared through both of them.
He said nothing at first and he really didn't have to. The dark blue uniform worn for decades by the train conductors told them everything. Julie was fascinated by the gold watch chain that spread across his vest and by the highly polished brass buttons that held the vest tightly across his bulging stomach. He seemed like a character out of an old Western movie come back to life. It was funny in a way, but the joke was short lived for the conductor was in no laughing mood.
"Zip your pants boy," he snapped. A crowd had begun to gather outside the narrow passageway and the conductor sternly told them to move on while he attended to official business! He stepped forward and closed the door behind him. "I will not have this moral degeneracy on my train, is that clear."
Julie's pants were pulled down to her knees and her bush still glistened with the afterglow of their prepubescent mating. Her tiny breast mounds flushed from the explosion of her orgasm and the nipples stood out hard as small red rubies. She was a young girl barely in her teens, yet her flesh reeked of sex. All of these things were not overlooked by the stern faced conductor; she had the charms of a punk kid and the experience of a woman. His cock responded to her nudity, growing like a coiled snake within the billowy space of his underwear.
He turned his attention away from the girl and focused on Mark Davidson who by now had zipped up and stood flattened against the wall quaking like a small boy ready for his first spanking. "I abhor school trips young man," he sneered. "I get this sort of cheap behavior all the time and this will be the end. Report to the principal right now. He wants to see you. And I mean RIGHT NOW!"
Mark ran from the compartment as if his life depended on it: "I'm sorry Julie," he managed to squeak before disappearing out the door. The door closed and the sound of his footsteps were heard faintly in the closed compartment.
Alone and naked with a strange man Julie wondered what happened next. The conductor's burly girth was only inches away from her and the strong smell of his breath sent a chill through her body. She stared at the gold watch band and noticed how his stomach rose and fell with increasing rapidity. He's gasping for breath, she thought, like he just ran an endurance race.
"You're coming with me, Julie," he snapped, putting his hand on her arm. "There's somebody to see you."
He watched with growing intensity as she pulled up her cotton panties and zipped her Levi slacks. His eyes never left her pouting breasts as she buttoned up the frilly blouse. She was young enough to be his own daughter yet the blood swelled his head like a ripe melon at the thought of taking her right in the car.
Julie felt the burning gaze of his eyes and for the first time she felt fear burning through her brain. "Hey, do you really work for the train, Mister?"
As he stepped closer, his rising cock stretched out so his pants bulge nestled against her waist. She tried to push the big man away and her finger alighted upon his cock.
"You like that, don't you," the gruff talking conductor said. "In here fucking the young boy when what you really wanted was a grown man."
"Get away from me," she begged, now terrified as the overwhelming desire to flee filled her body. "You're a phony and I'm going to tell."
The conductor whipped a small handkerchief from his pocket, filled it with solution from a small vial and pressed it against her face. The girl squirmed valiantly, but he held her tightly while the chloroform took hold. Then her body went slack in his arms, and though not completely unconscious, she was tractable and would cause no problem getting her off the train.
However, before he opened the compartment door there was a small matter to clear up first. His guts had been aching since he'd spotted her from the picture he carried in his pocket, ached in the worst way and with her lithe, girlish body limp against the wall he had his chance.
His trembling fingers found the buttons to her pants and quickly opened them up. He slid them down to her knees and they were quickly followed by the panties. The Walrus moustache twitched with anticipation; his sex weary eyes brightened like rare jewels at the sight of her exquisitely formed twat. It shone and glistened from past desires and eagerly he pressed his face into her cunt goo and whipped his moustache into the fast congealing cunt wash.
Julie groaned and in her half asleep trance she was only dimly aware of the fingers which now probed her cunny. She realized something felt terribly good inside her and the pleasant collage of wonderful dreams which clouded her unconscious only stimulated her pleasure spots. Faster and faster the finger slide into her channel and then their hot activity was followed by a pause.
"Whaa ... Are youuuuuu..." she spoke through numb lips, the words spilling out like those of a drunks. She felt her butt cheeks leave the ground and then in the airy stillness a new sensation filled her. Something was stirring between her legs, something big and strange and very exciting. She was too drugged from the chloroform to resist the advances of the conductor. His cock was out of his pants, hard as an iron bar, and he had pulled her hips upward so his prick could awake her sleeping cunt hole. He grinned to himself as the cock head slipped into her defenseless opening. It was like fucking a girl in her sleep. Or better yet like fucking a dead one in the morgue, something he had tried only once and found the experience to be more exciting than anything he had tried before.
"Margaret will kill me if she finds out," he said to himself, as his hog-leg prick thrust in and out of her firm cunny. There was plenty of residue lubricant to suckle his cock and his nut sack filled immediately with his seed. Harder and harder he pumped her twat with long love strokes of excited cock.
He was groaning and humping and his deep penetration seemed to breathe life into the girl for she smiled warmly and managed even to buck her hips in time with his powerful hip thrusts.
"Jesus, what a hot one," he exclaimed, then the rapturous joy of release flooded him and a feeling of contentment flushed from his brain to the depth of his bowels as the sperm spurted forcefully from his penis into the sucking maw of the girl's womb. Spurt after spurt of excited jizz filled her gaping hole and when his balls were emptied he fell over her slumped body and kissed her hard nipples until she groaned.
"Wonder ... ful. . . " she managed to say. Then the room went dark and the dreams of her drugged sleep took over. Julie slipped into unconsciousness.
When her eyes batted open, the walls were still white and the smells entering her nostrils were the same mixture of sweat, stainless steel and cleaning polish. She thought for an instant that she'd been left in the train washroom. But once her pupils had adjusted to the light, she realized that the room was larger and much different.
Julie could not move her arms as they were tied to a table with leather thongs. She managed to raise her head and in the corner she saw the familiar outline of Margaret's naked body. She was standing calmly looking down at her with that intense unblinking stare Julie had learned to dread.
"I see that you're awake, sweetie," she spat. "It's been several hours. That's the way chloroform works."
Julie pressed against her bonds, but she was bound securely to the table. Her legs were spread out to the corners with her feet overlapping the edge. She'd been stripped completely of her clothes and a draft of cool air sent goose bumps spreading across her rump.
"How ... how did I. . . " she began.
Suddenly the portly man in the conductor's suit loomed over her. Though this time he wore a white shirt and slacks.
"Meet Arthur," said Margaret. "I guess you have a right to know each other. Arthur works for the railroad, but he also works for me. Today was his day off, but when I discovered you had gone last night, I figured you would be on the train. So Arthur went back to work for just a few hours."
Her mind flashed back to the compartment and the strangeness of their meeting. Had he really fucked her while she was half unconscious? Julie couldn't be sure. The whole cock-eyed scene was too weird and anything could have happened. She also wondered what had happened to Mark? Had he really left her for good in the hands of these people. She shuddered for the hoax had been very convincing. Right that minute Mark was probably on the train wondering what had happened to her and the mysterious conductor.
Margaret was walking about mindless of the fact that she wore no clothes. She turned towards the girl and smiled benevolently.
"Dear, in a few hours, your father is going to walk right through that door," she said. "And when he does I want you to be ready for him."
She laughed wickedly and the shiver of terror rippled through Julie's body. The last thing in the world she wanted now was to have her father see her tied up and stark naked on a table.
"Daddy, will fix you, Margaret," she cried. "He'll make all of you wish that you'd never been born."
"We'll see," she snapped. "But in the meantime, we've got some time to kill." Margaret turned to the door behind Julie and yelled for someone Julie had never heard of.
The door opened and heavy footsteps approached the table. A hearty laugh ensued and Julie wondered what was going on when suddenly she felt a shearing pain in the center of her sphincter muscle.
"OUCH!! ! " she screamed. Her hips thrashed on the table but she was secured to the table and there was no means of escape. She realized that she was at the mercy of her captives and that the only way to survive was to do what they wished her to do and somehow hope for a miracle.
"W-W-What are you going to do to me," she cried helplessly as a finger massaged the button hole to her rectum. "What is it that you want."
"Why darling," said Margaret approaching the head of the table, her thick twat bush only inches from Julie's scared face. "We're going to have some fun with each other. Just like old times."
She looked up over Julie's head. "Aren't we Alfredo?"
A terrible raucous laugh split the air. It was the laugh of a crazy man; the voice of a man used to violence and pain. It scared her to the very core.
"A wonderful time," said Alfredo. "You will like."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The anguished flames of pain that centered in Julie's bung hole died down to embers. Whatever had hurt her so badly had been removed, but there was a lingering dread that the agonizing sensation might return at any moment.
She was tied securely to the table, her limbs stretched out so all her passion holes were readily exposed. Julie couldn't fight her attackers and she couldn't escape. For the first time in her life, the helpless feeling of blind terror filled her body. She was a reservoir ready to be drained off or to be pumped full of secretions until the liquid overflowed its banks. She felt small and helpless and terribly afraid.
A heavy set man in a white Panama suit smoking a smelly cigar walked into her view. Stretching her neck Julie could barely make out his face: swarthy, pock-marked skin masking cruel Indian features. A small moustache crawled across his upper lip like a caterpillar.
"Your father and I are old friends," he told her. "He be so happy that you are in my hands." A hideous laugh burst from his thick lips. Alfredo walked away from her in a circle, admiring her developing young flesh like a horse owner would admire a young colt.
"You are most beautiful," he said with true admiration. "A fine girl a beautiful girl that would honor my own family."
"You wouldn't be sticking things in my ass-hole if I were your daughter," she snapped. The dreadful sound of his hyena laugh filled the room.
"And quite right," he said: "I reserve those special pleasures for only my good friends like yourself. My daughter ... I would take her in the front ... how do you Americans say it ... the cunt!" Another uproarious laugh split the still afternoon air.
They had the beginnings of a nice dialogue which Julie hoped to keep up as she tried to think of a way out of her situation, but Margaret cut in abruptly.
"I'm glad you two like each other," she said. "But let's get down to business. The congressman ... my husband if you will ... is going to be here shortly."
"Porque no?" said Alfredo. "I make a little conversation, to put the muchacha at ease."
Julie wondered why her step-mother was so disturbed at their talking. She seemed impatient if not mildly jealous if that was the right word for the curt way she was acting. Certainly Margaret here all the right cards and had no reason to feel jealous of anyone at the moment. But that changed quickly. Julie felt a hot rush of air tickle her bunghole.
"Wowwww!" she gasped. Hot searing pain which had only moments before left her screaming with pain had been replaced by this other feeling. It felt like a small wet animal curling up in her crack and only when the slithering flesh probed her prune shaped sphincter did Julie realize that it was Alfredo's tongue.
"Jesus, how can you suck a girl's ass-hole," taunted Margaret. "That's really vile." Yet Margaret's carping seemed only half in earnest as a tone of envy crept into her commanding voice.
Alfredo pressed his fat lips against the ring of bunched channel muscle and licked the pink eye that stared indifferently back at his fat face from the ravine of her ass cheeks. His tongue licked and sucked and slurped wads of slimy spit into her ass channel until the pink muscle softened up.
Julie was groaning with savage delight; the greasy vegetable oil used to soften her ass channel before paled in comparison to sensuous feeling of human spit lodged in her butt. She coiled her hips and rolled them against Alfredo's face while his tongue continued to work its magic inside her butt hole.
"You're so good and creamy up there," she told him. She loved his steady reaming of her hole and the way his fingers dipped into her coppery pubic bush and stroked the tense clit button standing at attention.
"Yeeeeoooowwww!! ! " The tongue and finger stroking kindled sparks in her nervous system.
But at the very peak of her passion when another second of stimulation would have sent her cascading over the edge into an orgasmic flury, Alfredo removed his tongue from her ass channel.
"No, don't stop now," she begged. But the moment was lost and there was no bringing back his glorious stroking, at least for that moment. For Alfredo had other sexual tricks up his sleeve.
"You tasted so sweet and innocent," he laughed, his fingers stirring up magic feeling between her quivering thighs. "I could feel the orgasm right at the tip of my tongue. But no, we do other things, very sexy things my sweets."
Alfredo was talking gibberish as far as Julie was concerned. But she was willing to go along with his perverse ideas about sex because he certainly knew how to turn a girl on.
"Goddamn it you fucking spic, stick the tool into her hole," demanded Margaret. She cursed and spit out her venomous words at Alfredo who seemed indifferent to insults. Julie heard him whistling behind her as if he didn't have a care in the world. But as the lilting tone of his musical whistle lulled her to sleep, another explosion ripped through her love channel. Her ass-hole screamed with pain and her butt cheeks tensed up as Alfredo assaulted her shitter with what seemed a hot iron shaft.
"What's ... that," she complained, her mind jarred abruptly back to reality.
Alfredo didn't answer at first, but continued sticking the hot poker-actually a long stainless steel shaft-up her butt hole. He had worked her hole into a relaxed state and the device slid easily up inside her. He paid no attention to the girl's urgent pleading, but concentrated on filling her hole with his electronic invention. And when she was filled and the shaft was stuck carefully up where it could not work itself out, Alfredo stood back and laughed out loud.
"This is the really big one," he giggled like a school boy. As a boy roaming the back streets of Tijuana, Alfredo had learned many things about sex and he had carried this knowledge over into the field of scientific invention. What he had now was nothing less than an electrically wired dildo. The wires streaming from her butt connected to a plug.
"This is no vibrator," he told her. "It connects directly to the nerve endings and sends out a constant electrical charge."
He paused and looked down at her hole. "I know because a very wise Turk told me so."
Margaret was fuming at Alfredo. Her cunny was hot and sweaty and she wanted him to switch on the device so she could get some fun of her own.
"Turn it on! Make the fucking thing work!" she growled. Margaret turned her attention to Julie. Pulling her head up by the hair she stared down into the girl's frightened blue eyes.
"When that buzzing starts roaring through your ass-hole, I want you to eat this," she snapped, pointing Julie towards her crotch.
God, that's really sick, thought Julie. But just then, a tremendous jolt of energy exploded in her rectum. It was a glowing, sensuous explosion to be sure but it hit with the impact of a sledge hammer coming down on the big toe. Julie's hips rose up in the air then slammed down on the table with a tremendous slapping concussion.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!! ! " she cried out as the electric dildo whizzed through her ass. The spark of electricity sent her muscles into spasms of activity. She flipped and hopped around on the table screaming and hunching and begging for sex like an enraged elk in the nit.
"Fuck me ... oh, God take it out and fuck!" she screamed. Her insides twisted and jerked about and the trembling doors to her cunt womb emitted a strange pungent smelling drool. Sweat burst from her pores and her nipples swirled into iron hard pleasure nobs.
The dildo was filling the pleasure void of her ass channel with continuous, throbbing pleasure. It was like a living thing inside her flesh wiggling with demonic fury to be released. It excited every cell in her body and spread a glowing warmth through her butt cheeks as the batter thick sex cream oozed from her ass-hole.
Julie was screaming and humping and thrashing about. She eyed her mother step-mother's pubic brush thrust out before her mouth and greedily she bit into the hair, sucking the passion stained muff into her mouth.
"Gooood!! ! " screamed Margaret as her daughter licked away at her cunny. Her slender hips pumped her cunt right up to her daughter's lips and humped away feeling the torrid jousting of Julie's tongue slashing at her enlarged clit. Whatever was going on in her daughter's ass channel was certainly doing wonders for Julie's sexual appetite. The little fourteen year old had been turned into a monster and she really digs eating thought her step-mother.
The hunching and cunt eating accelerated at an unreal speed and Margaret felt her body screaming for relief as the womb juice deluged from her slit.
"WONDERFUL DARLING ... FUCKING WONDERFUL!! ! " She gripped Julie's blonde hair and pulled her face into her cunt. The most intense climax in sex occurred when two women made love, thought Margaret. She loved fucking men, but she held back a little something when it came to climax time. Some people called her cold and even her few close friends noticed the cool facade she put on for the public. Only with women could Margaret unleash the terrible, all consuming passion of her body. And when that woman happened to be her own step-daughter, a fourteen year-old sex machine that ate her aristocratic cunt to within an inch of her aristocratic life ... well, that was something to celebrate.
"COMING!! ! OH GOD! Eat mc quick," she screamed. The slobbery tongue slithered through her cunt for a final rush of stroking then landed on her clit where it vibrated against the stick like appendage.
Margaret clutched her daughter's hair and froze hard as cement as her flesh tightened against Julie's mouth before coming unglued and exploding with sexual satisfaction. Suddenly the hands that had held her so tightly drooped lifelessly to her sides and the cunt lips parted and her life giving come juices poured from her womanly slit onto Julie's tongue.
Crazed by the dildo plunging the depths of her ass-hole, Julie lapped up Margaret's sex batter without thinking and when her step-mother's orgasm reduced her to jelly, Julie thought nothing of it. For the mechanical cock was making intolerable demands on her body and she would do anything to satisfy the awful machine.
"I think you have enough," said Alfredo, pulling the plug. The energy charged body of Julie Williams dropped lifelessly to the table and only a whimper escaped from her lips as Alfredo removed the metal prick from her ass-hole. His cock hurt from the intensity of his erection and as he circled in front of her he remembered the comment about his daughter.
"Yes, muchacha," he said unzipping his pants so that his rigid prick could be free. "I wouldn't do to my daughter what I do to you."
He pointed his cock towards her mouth and hunched the tip through her parted lips into the soothing warmth of her palate. He hunched and thrust the shaft in and out of her face and when she finally managed to gather up the energy to start a good sucking job, Alfredo's over-stimulated penis was ready to erupt.
"Ahhhh!! ! ! " he laughed as his cock spurted come. The milky substance splateed in the girl's face, causing rubbery strings of come to hang from her nose and lips.
"You like," he said, draining his balls. "My come is very good no?"
Julie couldn't answer but she didn't avert her face as the semen formed intricate spider web patterns on her face. If she had turned her head just a bit she would have been wildly surprised.
At the window looking down at the trio's amorous labors was Mark Dickson. He didn't look pleased.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mark Davidson watched helplessly as the greasy Mexican spurted jism on the exhausted face of the girl he was going to marry. Tears of anger formed at the corners of his eyes. He would get his revenge for what those awful people had done to his girl, he thought. He balled his fists tightly, his mind already formulating a plan.
In a matter of a few hours Mark Davidson had grown up to become a man. Years of time had been telescoped into a few intense hours. He had done many things to get to the hotel window from which he viewed the perverted scene below him. Driven by his love for Julie and his own ingrained sense of obligation, Mark had lied, cheated and forced his way into the shabby hotel at the center of town.
Mark pulled his face from the window and sat down on the fire escape to plan his next move. He knew from the drift of conversation that the congressman, the one man Julie looked up to, was the key man to the plan. He was the reason Julie had been kidnapped off the train and it was for his benefit that this bunch of perverts had gathered to abuse his daughter. So until he discovered what the game plan was he would sit back and wait for his opportunity. Then he would strike, he thought, strike to revenge himself and the honor of his woman!
Mark crawled off the fire escape and back into the room which he had rented for the evening. Or rather Rita, the red-haired hooker had rented it for the evening. After jumping the train, Mark had paid a cabbie to follow the man in the Walrus moustache. The driver looked at him suspiciously, but a twenty dollar bill changed his tune. The cab snaked in and out of traffic following the battered dark brown sedan driven by Julie's kidnapper until the driver stopped in front of the Senator Hotel.
"You want here?" the toothless driver asked. "If you do kid, I have to warn ya. That Senator Hotel isn't no church. It's all hookers and they're all hungry."
Mark watched the tan car disappear into a garage and then after a few anxious moments, the man with the Walrus moustache appeared with Julie walking unsteadily at his side.
"Here's great," he said and jumped out. His heart was pounding away when he climbed the cracked granite steps to the hotel lobby where an equally aged and cracked desk man gave him a once over.
"Let's see some ID," he growled. Mark nodded his head diligently and pulled another twenty from his pants and handed it across the desk. It was taken from his grasp and eyes suspiciously before the old man rang the bell and a dark-haired woman with a Junoesque figure appeared before them.
"This young man wants something," the desk man answered solemnly. "Find out what it is and give it to him."
The bulge sprung up in Mark's trousers as they climbed the stairs to her room. She was old enough to be his mother, but her ample hips and plunging cleavage made his nuts ache. A big woman with plenty of energy would not be bad right now, he thought.
"Here it is honey," she grinned opening the door to her room. It was small but surprisingly clean and once inside with the heavy wood door shut tight, Mark wasted no time with the girl. Their clothes came off in a rush of buttons, snaps and zippers. Her thighs were surrounded his hips and her soft, hairy twat was sucking up on his pumping cock before Mark was hardly aware that he was fucking good, sexy pussy.
"Hey, this is all right!" he whooped, thrusting his sledge hammer cock home. She was a whore and used to soaking Johns for cash, but Mark came on like a surprise. He was young and virile and the hooker was not used to boys like Mark who knew all the facts about manly sex. She tried a few fake orgasms and when his cock didn't ignite, she started groaning and humping her ass cheeks for real. For the first time in months the hooker felt alive and in need of good, hungry sex.
"Jesus, boy you really can do it!! " she gloated, feeling his hot lure bobbing in and out of her snatch. Their bodies clung together in a sweaty embrace and as her meaty thighs trapped his flailing cock and his relentless thrusting and humping drove his dick in deeper and deeper, a strange sensation rippled out of the girl's awakened twat. The pounding of his young body renewed her aging flesh. It rejuvenated her nerves and stimulated her jaded pleasure zones.
"God I can feel it! Feel it in my cunt!! " she screamed at one point as Mark continued his relentless place. His mind was following a single track and nothing could deter him from fucking the hooker with every atom of energy that his body contained. The sperm boiled up in his nut sack and he felt secret tuggings at the enlarged prostate gland, but he continued his mission. Not even when she screamed and fought with him, raked her pointed nails across his back and gingerly pulled on his swollen balls did Mark give in to his animal demands. Sweat poured from his pores and his thighs ached with the intensity of his fucking strokes.
The girl screamed with delight as the waves of pleasure rolled over her flesh. She was fucking and thrusting and rocketing her fleshy hips and the thunder stick continued to jam her cunny walls. The boy was built like a machine, all sinew and great powerful muscles that gripped her with fervor and desire. She groaned deep in her throat and, as the first orgasm washed over her exhausted body she felt a sudden change in the way her cynical mind worked.
For an instant she thought she saw God. But it was only the explosion of white hot light blinding her vision and as her cunny reeling from the pummeling of the penis inside, tightened around the invading shaft.
"Aaaaiiieeee! Shoot it in meeee!! " The hooker felt so good saying those words. In the swirling excitement of her imagination she could not remember when the last time sex had felt so good. This young boy had fucked her cunt into a wonderful orgasm and he was still not through with her. His cock was still stuffing her twat glove with wonderful pleasure.
Unwillingly to let him go, the hooker rolled her hips free of his surging meat train and turned to face him on her hands and knees. She growled and snapped at him like a dog and lunged at him, her face only a blur to Mark's surprised eyes as her soft mouth found his hard, raw shaft.
"Goood!! ! " he shouted, the whore's tender mouth slopping his tool with spit. Mark fell back into a squatting position and let the whore-beast continue her adventuresome sucking. Her tongue lashed out viciously, surrounding his cock head with gobs of spittle then poking at the enlarged prickhead with the raspy tongue tip. Her throat was a reservoir of warm slime and comfort and when she yanked on his balls and pushed the neck of his prick deep into her throat, Mark felt a sudden rush of dangerous excitement that tore at every nerve in his body.
"Oh Jesus," he cried out, genuinely surprised by the simple sucking tongue of a hooker girl. "You really turn me on with your tongue!! "
The semen welled up and slide into the chamber of his cock and unable to control the mood of their lovemaking anymore, Mark thundered his hips against her face and let his tortured cock feel the moist bed of spit before shooting his juice into her face.
"Coming! Coming so hard!! " he bellowed, the same words he had used when his seed had spilled into Julie's wonderfully tight slot.
Julie!
He had forgotten about her in the midst of his heated lovemaking. But, as he drained his balls into die whore's mouth, Mark remembered what he had sent out to do. He looked down into the pleasure-contorted face of the hooker. Sperm seed dribbled from the edges of her happy smile and her dark, mysterious eyes were closed as she received jet after jet of come juice.
When at last he'd finished and Mark had retracted his fast wilting cock from the hooker's mouth, he turned over and thought about Julie and the man with the Walrus moustache. The whore rested comfortably against his arm, her throat still gulping down sperm. She nestled against him and slowly tickled his wilted cock with her hand.
"I need your help," Mark said evenly. She didn't respond at first and Mark was afraid that he had misjudged the girl. His hand tightened into a fist; he would knock her out if necessary and find the girl alone. But the hooker gave him the trouble by opening her eyes and staring up at him as if he were a modern day savior and she his only disciple.
"I'll do anything," she giggled. "You made me feel life all over again and I owe you everything."
Mark grinned and pinched her still rigid nipples. "There's a man who came here with a young girl," he said. He described the man to her. "I have to find him soon. It's urgent."
The girl could be tricking him. The man might be a big wig in the hotel for all he knew and the girl was leading him into a trap to save her own skin. A thousand ideas passed through his mind. He was crazy to be following this slut around like a dog on a chain. Yet he knew no other way of finding Julie and rescuing her. Besides the girl seemed to be genuinely interested in his well being and he started to wonder if the potency of his ripening sex had anything to do with her loyalty.
"The man you want is very bad," she said to him as they climbed two flights of stairs and headed down the narrow, dimly lit halls in search of Julie. "Very bad, you're girl in deep trouble."
I don't want to hear this, he told himself, now clutching her hand for the strength to continue on. He turned and asked who the man was.
"I do not know," she said simply. "All the girls know of the man, but we learn early not to ask many questions. He has partner, very ugly man with big moustache and they bring girls up here. Very young girls. And sometimes there is a woman that comes with them."
They hurried down the hallway and when they had passed the doorway, the hooker stopped Mark and pointed towards the door. "He in there," she whispered. Then directly across the room hallway was another room which she pointed to. "That is also his room. Sometimes they use only one and sometimes both."
In the chilling stillness that had enveloped them, Mark wondered if he were making the right move. He might get killed or have Julie seriously injured if he did something stupid. Christ, I'm just a kid and I don't know what the hell to do, he thought. Turning to the girl he asked: "Do you have a gun?" She shook her head, her eyes wide with fright.
"Do nothing," she warned. "I show you where they are. The people you want. Now I must go." She bent forward and pushed her huge breasts against his chest.
Suddenly there were footsteps coming up the stairs. They stared at each other frozen in fright, unable to move. Then the girl whispered to him: "door lead to fire escape. You can see all from there." And she gave him a push in the direction. Mark hurried out the door and crawled onto the iron fire escape. He heard a voice with a heavy accent-a man he would later see shooting sperm into Julie's mouth-laughing in the hallway. He crawled out to the window and then settled down to watch her girl friend get savagely fucked and humiliated by strangers.
One thing for sure, he told himself. I will get even with those bastards for what they did to Julie. They will pay for what they did. He turned his eyes and looked on as the last spurt of come landed on Julie's face.
His cock grew hard in his pants.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
In the never-never world of the semi-conscious when dreams suddenly become the reality, strange things can happen to the mind.
Julie found herself in such a state. She was still stretched out on the table and having dozed off, imagined her father standing up before the Supreme Court arguing a legal case.
"There is such a thing as having a little sex and having a little girl," he was explaining in her dream. "But when the little girl is my very own ... well, that's a whole new ball game."
The congressman wasn't making sense, at least not to her, but she felt proud that her father was standing up for her. There were voices in the room and Julie was awakened from her dreamy state to feel the heat of hot, overhead lamps burning into her flesh. She had no idea how long she had been passed out. Opening her eyes, Julie felt a wave of relief pass over her. The table on which she'd been staked out was gone and she found herself lying in a bed with clean sheets and thick wool covers. The lights shone with blinding intensity and though she recognized the room she wondered what had happened to her captors. The room was bare of furniture and her clothes were gone, a last bit of protection in case she tried escaping. The thick doors muted the sounds of voices coming from the other room and she rose up and in three steps she was at the door bent down so her ear was at the key hole.
She recognized her step-mother and Alfredo, but the third person was a stranger to her, though the voice did sound familiar. Suddenly her heart began pounding furiously as she recognized the third person as being her father!
"Goddamn it, if word gets out," her daddy was saying, "that my daughter is a sex pervert and has been shacking up with my wife and two kids, that's it. Kiss the election goodbye."
He sounded bitter and dangerous and his angry words brought tears to her eyes. Julie had not only been sexually molested and humiliated, but she was being blamed for sabotaging her father's campaign for re-election.
"The girl is unbalanced," her step-mother answered. "She jumped off a train and ran to a whore house for safety for God's sake."
"All right, I'll take your advice and have her committed," her father snapped. "She's a ripe little thing and I hate to see good looking chicks locked away. Especially when it's my own daughter. But you can't have your cake and eat it too."
Julie could hardly believe her ears. Her own father was going to commit her to a mental institution to save his fledging career as a congressman. She clenched her fists and bit down on her lip to control her anger. The man she had known always as "daddy," the one person she'd hoped would save her from the hands of her step-mother was double-crossing her. He was destroying the sacred trust of father and daughter. And what made the pain even more unbearable was the knowledge that she could do almost nothing from preventing it to happen. No one would believe her over her parents; she was only a girl after all.
She stopped the sob from creeping out of her throat and reluctantly returned to her bed. Why was it that adults had to behave in such strange, unreasonable ways.
"Goddamn, I will not do any such thing!" Her father's voice reverberated like a pistol shot in a high ceiling room. "That's the sickest suggestion I've heard yet."
Her step-mother talked next and though she talked with force and conviction her tone was tempered with the chilling opacity. "Dear, it's not so unreasonable. All father's are secretly after their daughters. It's only icing on the cake as far as we're concerned. Your career is ruined even if you refuse."
"But my daughter. My very own daughter," he protested. "You want me to have ... sex, for Christ's sake with my own flesh and blood."
Margaret's throaty laughter cut through his feeble argument. "It's an acquired taste. And believe me you get used to it." In the ensuing pause that followed, Julie felt the knot of tension growing between her thighs. She took in slow deep breaths to vent the tingling glow of excitement which thrilled her chest. She could smell the aroma of sex juice stirring within her moist passion hole and the smell only enhanced her sexy feelings.
"They're going to make daddy go to bed with me," she warbled to herself. Her childhood dreams of helpless, dangerous situation were coming alive. Her daddy was going to mount her body and stick his pole deep into her cooze. That was the reason for her being brought to a sleazy hotel and it explained a great many things to her.
Margaret was blackmailing her father. She already had the power to ruin his career as a politician. But add incest to that list of social offenses and she would have him completely under her control.
And what really made the hurt was her father would go along with them. Politics was his life, as she well knew, and to ruin his political career was the same as ruining him.
She guessed that Margaret had thought up the plot. Since additional blackmail evidence was unnecessary, Margaret was pushing her father into incest because of her own quirky, sexual hang-ups. She thrilled to vicarious pleasures and nothing would please the sick, deranged woman more than to see her proud, confidant husband rooting around between the trembling legs of his very own daughter.
"Do this one thing," she promised the congressman, "and your political future is assured."
Julie closed her eyes. Please, she prayed, don't let my step-mother push daddy around.
But that was not to be. Her father's singsong voice hit her like a rifle shot. "Eh! Eh! A hard cock has no conscience," he joked. "Incest is best."
"Shut up and get in there," snapped Margaret. "Don't keep your daughter waiting."
Julie pulled the covers over her head. In the snuggly warmth of blankets and sheets, she pulled her legs up against her chest and hugged her clasped hands with her thighs. Despite his shocking news of her father, she did not feel afraid. The thought of making love to her very own father did not horrify her. Margaret was to blame; she had planned this scene, it was her idea.
The door creaked open and footsteps approached the bed. Julie tightened her grip on the covers while her father stood in front of the metal bed frame looking down at his daughter.
Julie felt the tension building to a peak and she rubbed her hands against her twat to vent her nervous excitement. In the tension of silence that gripped them both, Julie remembered an old family saying which her real mother had told her. "If a man is going to rape you, Julie, and there is no way to avoid it, then just lay back and enjoy yourself."
The congressman was not going to rape her, but the dictum applied. Could she actually make herself enjoy an incestual relationship with her very own father? Could she receive his cock with the wild abandon she reserved for David and Kenny? Could a woman lay back in the sweet sweaty arms of her father and beg for the thrust of his organ up her twat? Could she really go through with it?
"Darling you must believe me," the congressman was saying. "This is not my doing ... I-I-I have been forced into it. There's no choice or I wouldn't be here before you now."
The rustle of clothes dropping to the floor filled the room. Julie drew a mental picture of her father: first the shirt and tie were discarded followed by the loud rasp of his zipper and the shedding of his pants. Unable to withstand the tension, Julie whipped back the covers and stared at her congressman father.
"Jesus, look at you father," she said, pointing at his erect cock. "You're hard as iron."
The congressman stared down at the symbol of his manhood. His cock was wrist-thick and standing straight out like a wood bat.
The idea of incest did not seem so perverted. At least not when the congressman's cock was hard with excitement and Julie's cunny glistened with love juice.
It mattered little that they were father and daughter, not when their organs were inflated with sexual stirrings. Julie rolled back so her legs pointed towards the ceiling. She dropped her thighs down to her chest so the canoe-shaped through parting her butt cheeks was exposed.
I want it! I want something in my cunt! And I don't care how it happens, I just want it there, inside me, right this very minute!
Julie knew the screams were only inside her head. But there was no hiding the pleading look on her face, nor the salty tears streaking down her face.
"Oh daddy ... I know this is terrible," she cried. "But let's just do it and get it over with."
To her young eyes her father seemed the symbol of the calm, rational being. Even in his embarrassing position. Even now, standing naked before his daughter, his cock standing straight out like an iron poker, the congressman looked and acted like a natural born leader of men.
But appearances can be deceiving. For at that precise moment, his thoughts were riveted to the curly-haired twat that peaked at him through the thighs of his only daughter.
Margaret was right, I really do want to fuck my own daughter. That's a nice looking twat ... a good fucking twat ... jizzing her hole would be a real trip!
For an interminable length of time the two stared at each other, their panting breath forming the only communication between them. Their bodies trembled and shook with expectation and they might have stood that way forever until Julie spoke up.
"Fuck me daddy! Just stick your dick into my cunt as hard as you possibly can!"
She rolled on the bed seductively, squirming her hairy twat as a tastey enticement. She bounced and wiggled trying to draw him towards her. There was no turning back for her now. The black passions boiled to life inside the lips of her snatch. Her tiny tit mounds rose like hardened gelatin globes and begged to be touched by strong, masculine hands.
"Fuck me daddy! Fuck me!" Her words seemed to bounce off the stoic presence of her father. Only a shivering in his hands gave any hint at the passions bottled up tight inside his mind.
The congressman watched his daughter teasing him with her prepubescent charms, wiggling and thrashing about the bed like a nympho high on dangerous drugs. His cock throbbed with an urgency he never thought possible. His oversized glans pumped his flesh full of demonic energy and when he could resist temptation no longer the energy exploded all at once.
He leaped onto the bed and with a circular motion parted Julie's thighs and thrust his finger's deep into her cunt well. She screamed with delight as he plunged her hole. His fingers became sticky with her juice and he reveled in her cunt fluid, licking the sticky substance from his fingers as he punished her crotch.
"Oh Jesus! That's it! That's really where it's at." The congressman buried himself in her cunt jam and hurriedly rolled her back on her shoulders so he could shove his pecker into her butt through.
"Like that darling," he said, shoving his tool along her ass ravine. "That's what your mother liked. She used to groan and go wild when I fuck my shaft across her shitter."
Julie was hysterical. "I can see why! It feels so goood!" Julie reveled in the slow, sensuous cockstrokes. The penis made her whole body come alive with tingling warmth. She cranked her butt up and down driving the shaft up deeper into her swollen cunt.
"Keep stroking me daddy," she urged. "Don't stop now." She tried vainly to reach for his nut sack which dangled back and forth between his legs. Her vagina flooded with musky juices and the horny urgent wanting grew in her belly.
"Oooooooo!! ! ! " The rippling muscles across her abdomen tightened down on her cunt walls. Julie was humping and thrusting her hips and hot flashes of pleasure were spreading out from the center of her cunt.
Julie was not the only one enjoying their incestual trysting. Her father rollicked in the tight grasp of his daughter's cunt. He could feel her girlish tightness the tip of his cock to the end of his prostate. Her seductive powers were turning his iron will into jelly and as he jammed her cunny with turgid cock meat, a feeling of triumph came over him.
"I like fucking my own daughter ... No guilt, no remorse, just wonderful pleasure ... I wouldn't mind fucking every night...
Though he could never find the words, the congressman realized he loved his daughter's taut, lissome body very much. Fucking his own flesh and blood revitalized the old stirrings of youth in his jaded soul.
"Harder baby, pump your hips hard against my cock!"
He found himself sinking off into the dreamy land of his childhood. He was all of fifteen years old when a young girl from a nearby farm copped his virginity. It was impossible to forget the first time when his cock had spurted come into a girl's vagina. He looked down at the struggling body of his daughter and realized that she very much resembled that girl of his childhood.
"Goddam, yeah, fuck it!" he bellowed.
He thrashed about between her parted thighs and felt her melted cunt butter spreading across his crotch. The intense smell of her deepest organs rose to his nostrils and sent his blood racing all the faster.
There seemed to be no end to the teenager's sexual acrobatics. Every movement of her cunt brought new feeling to his rigid cock. He realized that fucking his own daughter carried its own special thrills and delights. His own sperm had created Julie and now it was as if she were returning the favor by heating up his balls with passion.
His cock was planted deep, taking half inch piston like strokes. Her cunt recoiled at the incessant stroking, the womb walls squeezing tightly against his pecker to prevent further penetration. It was a tremendous drain of strength on his cock, but he kept plugging her quim until it released him.
Then the real fucking began. Julie reared her hips backward as the congressman came straight down across her hips, sluicing his tool into the gushing fountain of cunt juice.
Blood gorged his monstrous club and he jammed it into her passion hole with demonic fury. His sweat poured from his exhausted tissues and it was all he could do to keep working his tool into her wet crease. Thick come streamed from his balls and pressed against the tortured cock head. He was slamming his cock home with the urgency of a mad man. His orgasm was so near that he could taste it in his parched mouth. His whole pumping body trembled like watery jello.
"Hurry daddy! Hurrry!" It was the distant voice of his daughter Julie calling him. He looked at her chest and saw that her skin had broken out in a pink rash. Her nipples stood erect like tiny spearheads. Her cunt smell filled the room and the squishing noise of his cock inside her cunt box echoed in his ears.
Oh, do it to me daddy ... fuck me now ... I want your come ... need it inside me ... God, don't make me wait ... Shoot me with your hot male juice!
It seemed that the long waited climax would never happen. The congressman rolled his hips frantically pushing his sex club into the sucking maw of her shining twat, but without making her orgasm. Passion fires kindled his raw nerves. He could wait no longer and as he pulled back on his hips for a final plunge he realized it didn't matter. Because the most important moment of his life was voiding his nut sack of hot jism.
"Ugh! Dear Christ almighty! Jesus Christ I'm coming!! " In a shuttering finale, his hips roared into the girl's flashing slit and then dilated open. A wave of relief flashed through his mind and his muscles went slack and his hot juice bubbled out of his cock and flooded the sweet meat of her cunny.
"AAAAIIIEEEE!! ! ! " Julie's hips reared up in the air to receive her father's fetid sperm. His penis bucked in her cunt, filling her hole with thick juice. She was panting and humping and milking the big cock for every delicious drop when her flesh froze up in fear. The cock seemed to lift her off the bed. Her nerves tightened into little knots as the first glorious waves of satisfaction cascaded across the skin.
"Oh ... Ohhhhhh!! ! ! " She squeezed her eye lids shut and pumped her hips against the spurting cock and lay back to feel the waves of satisfaction roar through her cunny.
The enchanting screams of happiness filled the starkly lit bedroom and the couple's happiness brought a tear to Margaret's eyes. She watched while the congressman drained his balls into Julie, then a smile broke out on her face as the two collapsed into each other's arms.
"Hurry up, dear," she said. "It's our turn next."
And with that David and Margaret advanced on the exhausted couple.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Wonderful pleasures poured from Julie's cunt with devastating effect. Her shouts of joy reverberated inside her skull.
Yet another part of her adolescent brain felt abused and humiliated. Her father had enjoyed himself immensely! She could see his contentment written all over his smiling face. It did not offend him that the buttery hot cream trickling from her cunt was his. Or that she had been forced against her will. Nothing seemed to upset the congressman.
"Daddy, I just don't understand you sometimes," she said.
The door opened and her step-mother walked in followed by Alfredo. Julie stared at the wired dildo which he carried in his hand.
"Isn't this peachy," snorted Margaret. "Reunion of father and daughter. Really touching. Just like the old country."
She looked down at the round curve of Julie's buttocks. So beautiful and wonderful to have under your command, she thought. There was no point in hiding her love for Julie's body. She had lived the great lie, pretending to enjoy the stirring of male cocks in her vagina when really she much preferred the heated passion of a woman's tongue! Margaret wanted her daughter again, wanted her tingling mouth glued to her cunt folds seeking out her feminine delights. She threw Julie a look of longing as if only the teenage girl could understand the depth of feeling that bonded women into Lesbian love.
"Margaret, this is it!" snapped the congressman. "Our agreement is complete. It's over."
"Shut up!" Her voice cut through his objections like a knife through butter. "I don't give a good Goddamn about any agreement. I've changed my mind." She stared unblinkingly into Julie's upturned face. There was definitely fear lurking there, Margaret thought. But that can be changed.
She slowly unzipped her pants, her eyes never leaving the frightened child. God she was wet! Her ripe, sex fruit gushed its fertile reward out on her pubic fur. It lathered her crotch with sweet perfume.
She humped her hips unconsciously to the mysterious rhythms of her sex calling. That come now dripped from her step-daughter's cunt did not concern her. Men were always doing that to women, she thought. Jerking their hog legs into a woman's cunt and spurting their hot juice up inside the tender flesh. A man cared nothing about a woman's sex satisfaction. Sex was only good when that hot milky juice dribbled home. They were no better than beasts of the jungle.
As a woman she understood the secret desires that went unfulfilled with members of her own sex. Sometimes it took gentle persuasion to unleash this pent up passion, but once free from suppression a woman never wanted sex any other way.
The old saying went through her mind. "In the beginning, God created woman ... for other women!! ! "
Julie was too young to think about such things. But now was the time to break her in, to educate her in the ways of love. "Alfredo insert your metal cock!" she ordered. She looked over at Julie measuring the horror that registered on her face.
"Jesus, I married you for your money," the congressman said candidly. "I never thought that I'd get a. . . "
"Pervert!" she spit the word back at him. "That depends on your definition, congressman. To me, a pervert is anyone that runs for political office. You have to be sick and depraved to want to rule other people's lives."
The congressman looked down impassively at his wilted cock and at the dried semen on the tip. "Jesus what a fucked up day!" he said. "I start out on an act of mercy and end up fucking my own daughter to keep my job." He turned to his wife and added briskly, "but I hold the public trust and I'll be goddamned if I'll sit back and let a sick woman like yourself call me a pervert.
"You'll do as you're told," she retorted. In a battle of wits both sides were badly armed, but with the threat of blackmail hanging over his head, the congressman relented to his wife's commands.
He turned his attention to the greasy Mexican who positioned himself behind his daughter's outstretched legs.
"You like my little machine, muchacha?" he said to her. He dangled the crome plated dildo before her eyes and a still hush came over them. "Do not try to get away little woman for it will only make it hurt worse."
"Oh must I, daddy?" cried Julie. "Do I have to?"
"I'm afraid so dear," he said wearily. "It looks like your step-mother is in charge."
"All right." The metal projectile slid through her ass cheeks like a sub churning through the ocean depths. Instinctively, she hunched up her butt cheeks and opened the ripe fruit of her butt hole. The metal cockhead slipped in several inches before meeting the full resistance of her sphincter muscle. The girl screamed in pain and the dildo retreated from her butt.
"Still tight aren't you," snapped Alfredo. Again the dildo was pushed up her rectum. Julie groaned. Exhausted from the vigors of fucking her father and drained of her juice and sex, she was in no condition to fight off the metal cock. She could only wiggle her pert ass buns against the silver shaft as it crept up inside her channel.
"See how easy it goes up," said Alfredo. His prized machine was a good foot inside her channel when he stopped. Now came the fun. He took the cord end and giving Margaret the okay sign, he plugged her end to the wall socket.
"WHAAAA!! ! ! " Julie's body roared with sex. The dildo prodded her ass-hole and fired her loins with heated sex. The electric current jarred her butt into action sending her hips into wild pumping thrusts of action.
Quickly, Margaret stepped before the girl's open mouth and jammed her cunny against her teeth. "Suck me, suck my twat!" she demanded.
Julie did as she was told for the dildo was making intolerable demands on her sex organs. She pulled her mother's hips against her face and swished her wet tongue around her excited clitoris.
"HEAVENLY GOODNESS!! " shouted Margaret in luxurious delight. Gripping the girl's head, she pumped her hips against the outstretched tongue, so the moist, raspy end sunk deep into her twat.
"What the fuck is this!" shouted her astonished husband. It was bad enough to have fucked his daughter, but now his wife was getting into the act. "This has got to stop!"
Julie was too busy eating hot pussy to worry about moral implications. Her body convulsed as a flurry of sensations spread through her body. She felt like a sex junky waiting for a fix. She wanted her cunt to be eaten and sperm to be shot in her face. She wanted sex in all its bizarre forms and she was yelling and begging for her father to join in.
"Fuck me daddy!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Ohhhhhh!! ! ! " Margaret was mad enough to scream. She desperately wanted her step-daughter to love and worship her cunt and instead the little bitch was crying for her father's cock.
The congressman felt a stirring in his balls. His cock hardened up and his nuts bounced with hot boiling come. He wanted to feel the warm sleeve of her mouth sucking his cock. He was sweating and heaving and groaning as he watched his daughter begging for his penis once again. His whole body reverberated with sexual longing.
"Don't you touch that girl," screamed Margaret, "don't you lift one finger to her. She belongs to me.
But the congressman was not going to be stopped for love or country. He knew how much he loved his daughter. But first he had to take care of Margaret. Feeling like a man for the first time in his life, he whirled on his wife and sent a fist smashing into her face. The percussion rocketed her face and sent her body slumping to the floor.
"You've tooled me around your finger every since we were married," he said dropping his pants. "And now it's my turn." He pulled her ass-cheeks up abruptly and starting pounding his cock away at her shitter.
"AAARRRGGGHHHH!! ! ! " Years of slow penetration into her anus opening had not prepared Margaret for the forceful stroking of the congressman's cock. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she was deafened by her own screaming.
The pecker penetrated slowly upward into the ass channel. It forced its ugly head through her sphincter and into her rectum.
The congressman was excited with lust. "Don't fight me, my lovely," he coaxed. "Roll your hips upward and learn to enjoy my fucking. All you girls secretly want your butts reamed out and I'm one man who doesn't say no to a woman." He plugged her butt with a forceful stroke and was relieved when Margaret sucked up his cock. "Chivalry is not dead!"
"No more!" she begged him. "I can't stand another second." In truth, she was no where near the end of her stamina. But she refused to admit that her husband's cock could have such a jolting effect when jammed up her butt tube. But that was not to be. For his cock was turning her on!
From the bed Julie watched her mother's split rump receive her father's swollen shaft. The shaft slammed home with short popping sounds as his crotch slapped against her perfectly shaped rump. The sweet odor of her sex mixed with the strong fragrance of her butt lubricant. Her rectum squished around as the electronic prick raised her to the peak of passion.
"Ooooooo! Thick and creamy, just the way it's supposed to be."
Alfredo laughed hideously as he watched his chrome cock work away at her butt. He was beyond the age of fucking woman, but he still enjoyed himself as a spectator of the great indoor sport.
Both mother and daughter were hunching and thrusting their butts against rigid cocks and both were getting the good fucking of their lives. He had figured Margaret for a dyke, but the congressman's hot wand was making a liar out of him. "Jesus, stick it to her," he giggled. "That's what I call good, hard fucking. Go ahead congressman, jizz her ass-hole. Make her soft and gooey inside."
"I-I'll blackmail you," Margaret cried. "Your career is ruined. I'll have you thrown in jail."
He pounded her hole with savage insistence and from the way his wife humped back there was no doubt that she loved her anus being fucked.
"Maybe," he cried, "but right now I'm calling the shots. And I'm going to bring you to your knees, sweet thing. My cock is going to make you act like a woman."
He had forgotten about his daughter and about his job. All that mattered was making the fires inside her rectum come alive. And in that, the congressman was succeeding. Margaret was hot with passion. She corkscrewed her butt down on his prick and hunched up and down with a fury seldom seen. He shoved his cock into the tunnel like hole and felt her flesh firmly grip hold of the shaft.
"Goddamn it hurrryyyy!! ! NOW DO YOUR FUCKING COME THING NOW!! " And when his seed was not forthcoming the woman hysterically tried to force it from him. She squirmed and fucked with her butt while she desperately tried to scratch him with her nails. But the congressman lay forward and pistoned fucked her butt while holding on to her tits for security.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE!! ! " The intensity of her excitement was clearly expressed by her hard stroking hips. She cried and whimpered and swore like a sailor before her flesh shuddered with her orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhh!! ! ! " The hot passion fires kindled around his shaft as her body jerked and shimmied in the air. She begged for his come, craving his hot seed like a nymphomaniac suddenly discovering sex for the first time. Even after her spent body collapsed at his feet he refused her.
"Not yet cunt," he snapped. "Not until you prove yourself to be worthy of my cock."
Rudely he pulled out of her butt and turned to his daughter who was still in the throes of her climax.
He raised himself to mouth level and pulled her head back. "Eat darling," he said, "Lick it clean, Julie. like a good little girl."
Quickly she grabbed the rigid pecker and slurped down the steamy butt lubricant that surrounded the shaft. Her father groaned with sensual delight at her expert tongue licking. A stirring sensation crept into his balls and suddenly he felt the ripe, sexy urge to shoot his wad.
"Ahhhhh!! ! " he exclaimed thrusting his hips forward so his wad shot nicely down his daughter's throat.
Margaret watched from the floor as her husband drained his ball into Julie's mouth. She wanted him in the worst way, and she would have to prove herself worthy of his respect if she were to get his come.
"Monkey see, monkey do," laughed the congressman. "I hope you have learned your lesson, Margaret." He shot a look at her face.
"I have darling," she said. "I promise to be a good wife."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was a hot day in Washington. The trees were in bloom and the grass was thick and green. Spring had definitely come to the nation's capitol.
His election day was not far off and the congressman was clearing his desk to make plans for the long campaign when his secretary told him a young man was on the telephone.
"Hi, I'm Mark Davidson," he said. "You might not remember me but I remember you." He explained that he'd spent an interesting night in the Senator Hotel at the same time that the congressman had visited the venerated hotel.
"Interesting," the congressman replied. He was shaking visibly. And his nerves weren't any better after he heard the boy out.
"I'd like to marry Julie," he announced. "I know she's only fourteen, but hell we love each other. And the trust fund will more than tide us over until I get a job."
The congressman looked down at his election campaign notes and sighed. Politics was a two way street. For every Margaret there was a Mark
Davidson to take her place.
"I don't want to hurt your re-election plans," he said. "So the marriage can wait ... at least a week!" There was a long pause.
Finally the congressman answered the boy in language that the kid could understand.
"I've never seen you, kid," he said. "But if it's all right with her, it's okay with me."
And then he hung up the phone and looked out on the Spring day in Washington.
