Today's suburbanites seemingly maintain a middle-class, stable outlook which in reality masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex for the adult and teenager alike, and, for some, the break-up of marital relationships as a result of wife-swapping. The children observe their parents' so-called mature lifestyles. The mark is made. The effect lasts a lifetime.
This is the story of one family, and their exploration into the forbidden world of incest. It is especially the story of a young teenaged daughter who discovers the joys of watching her mother
WATCHING THEIR MOTHER a novel and lesson to our society and food for serious thought.
CHAPTER ONE
"OHHHHH ... OWWWWWWWW ... YES ... YES! DO IT!"
The house was old, the walls paper thin.
"Fuck me, Danny honey ... pour your cock into me ... Ohhhhhhh!"
Gwen McDonald lay on top of the covers in her own room, sweating, as she listened to the sounds come through the wall.
"Oh yes, that's it, Danny honey! Fuck me like that!"
Danny Ferris was her mother's boss. He had been fucking her mother every Thursday night for almost three months. Thursday was the night his wife, JoAnn, spent with her mother. So Danny came over and fucked Gwen's mother.
"Higher ... higher! Ohhhhh, Danny, you're so goood...."
Her mother's words screamed in Gwen's ears: "Just remember, baby, do as I tell you to do, not as I do!"
The sounds were turning Gwen on. She hoped that her little brother, Phil, in the next room, couldn't hear it all. Gwen was ashamed of her mother for playing around with a married man; she didn't want it to affect Phil.
The sounds got louder. Gwen slid her hand under the shortie pajama top and across her belly.
"Oh shit, Danny, what a fucker you are ... give me more ... ALL OF IT!"
The hand went under her panties until the tips of her fingers crawled through the wiry mat of her pubic hair and found the already sopping wet slit of her cunt.
Should she do it again? Gwen thought. The previous Thursday evening, she had sneaked out on the balcony and climbed over the railing to the garage roof. From there she had a perfect view into her mother's bedroom. She had watched them fucking for nearly an hour. And she had masturbated her little clit to orgasm three times while she was watching them. Then, when they had finished and Danny had gone, Gwen crawled back into her bed and played with her tits and pussy until she had climaxed two more times.
She had never been so hot. Even in high school when she had gone steady with Bobby Harris. They had made love and she had enjoyed it, but it had never given her the thrill or the climaxes that came when she watched and listened to another couple doing it. Even if one of the two people was her mother. In fact, that even added some more spice to it.
"Ohhhhh, Danny, yessss ... yes, let me do that for a while. God, what a beautiful cock you've got!"
Do what? Gwen thought. What were they doing to each other?
She could resist it no longer. Through the French doors to the balcony, across the railing, and up to the edge of the garage roof.
"Judas priest," Gwen gasped as the action in her mother's bedroom unfolded before her eyes.
Gwen hoped no one could see her up on the roof. She knew what she looked like. The thin, white garment hung loosely about her shoulders and clung sensuously to the curves of her lithe young body. The material was so sheer that her full body was tantalizingly visible, especially the full mounds of her young tits; the dark rings of the areolas were clearly revealed, as well as the tender buds of her nipples, which had already grown taut in anticipation.
Her mother was lying flat on her back on the bed, her feet toward the headboard and her head lolling slightly over the end.
Danny was standing, thighs spread wide above her head. He was massaging his big, blue-veined cock and lightly tapping the bulbous head against the woman's sucking lips and darting tongue.
"You wanna suck it, Marie?"
"You know I do ... you know damn well I do!" Marie said, a spot of saliva drooling from the corner of her mouth.
Gwen started massaging her own ample tits with anticipation of what she was about to witness in the room's harsh light. Mom was going to suck him. She was going to take his cock into her mouth! Bobby Harris had wanted her to do that one night, but she wouldn't. She had been scared.
Gwen watched as his enormous cock swelled toward her mother's mouth. He squeezed it hard and a drop of cum oozed from the slit in the bulbous tip.
Marie speared it with her tongue and quickly swallowed it.
"Good?" Danny asked.
"Delicious ... now gimme the rest of it!"
Danny bared his teeth and licked his lips crudely as he listed the hard meat of his cock and leered down at Marie's supine body.
Meanwhile, on the roof, Gwen moved one hand down between her thighs as she watched the head of Danny's cock being rubbed back and forth over her mother's parted lips. She slid the hand into her panties and found her own cunt wet and warm to the touch. With a low moan, she slid two fingers as far as she could up into her cunt-hole.
"Good ... feels good," she whispered, gazing at the window.
"Kiss it first," Danny moaned, his voice husky with lust. "Kiss the head of it and run your hand up and down the shaft!"
With smiling deliberation, Marie raised her head slightly and kissed the wet head of his prick. Then her tongue came out, wet and pink, to lick along the massive shaft.
"Yeah ... oh yeah, Marie honey. Jesus, that feels so fucking good!"
As if she were urged on by his words, Marie took first one, then the other, then both of his hairy balls into her mouth. She rolled them like marbles from one cheek to the other, sucking and playing with them.
"Oh, easy ... easy, honey. Shit, you'll make me shoot all over your tits!"
"Then gimme your cock!"
Gwen sighed as she watched Danny's big sac of balls slip out of her mother's sucking mouth. She twisted her body a little and slid a third finger into her cunt. She used the heel of her hand to bring pressure against her throbbing clitoris.
'God,' she thought, 'I'm going to have my first come before they do!'
"Now," Danny said, winding the ringers of one hand in Marie's hair and pulling her face up to his prick. "Now we'll suck!"
He pulled back the velvety foreskin to reveal even more of his purplish, throbbing cock-head.
"Suck it, Marie ... suck it good, just like you did in the lab this morning."
"Yessssss...." Marie moaned. "Yesssss, I will...."
Still gripping her hair, Danny stood above her, legs spread obscenely, a cruel sneer on his face.
"C'mon, baby ... SUCK MY DICK!"
Harshly, he shoved her face over his naked cock. It seemed as if he would choke her. She gagged, but more and more of the rigid prick disappeared between her lips.
"Suck ... suck ... suck," he chanted, as he gripped her hair mercilessly and pressed her widely-ovaled mouth over his lust-engorged cock.
Marie's lips closed wantonly around the thick cock-head. She started slowly, and then her head was working faster and faster as she sucked on the swollen knob of flesh.
Danny moaned as her soft, wet lips wrapped around his straining meat. It was obvious that he loved to have his prick sucked off.
"Mmmmmffff...."
"Don't talk. You don't have to say anything. Just suck!"
Waves of passion surged through his body and he thrust his hips forward, holding her by the head. He began to push his thick prick deeper into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Harder!" he snarled, tightening his grip. "Suck it harder!"
Responding to his command, Marie began to suck on his mammoth, blood-engorged prick as he moved slowly back and forth, swinging his hips lewdly, each thrust burying his cock farther and farther into her oral cavity.
Suddenly he shoved his rock-hard cock deeply into her throat, gagging her. This new thrust made her pull away instinctively, but he had such a tight grip on her head that she was forced to take his hugely throbbing prick to the back of her throat. Then, gradually, she was able to relax the muscles of her throat completely, and then she began to eagerly suck and lave the enormous shaft.
Her voluptuous body was beginning to show the strain of her intensive cock-sucking. Perspiration popped from her pores and glowed like a second wet layer of skin. The sheet beneath her clung to her body as she writhed and wriggled, trying to get more and more of her lover's meat into her mouth.
Her lips brushed along the thick bluish veins that stood out on his prick, and she nearly choked as he continued to drive the steel-like rod of flesh far into her throat. But soon her lips started to suck at die huge rod in rhythm to his savage thrusts.
As Gwen watched from her roof-top, she could almost taste the drops of pre-cum that must, at that very moment, be oozing from Danny's cockhead into her mother's mouth. Her eyes were wide, staring, her blood pounded as she stroked her fingers harder and harder in and out of her cunt-hole.
In the room, Danny was groaning louder and louder, savoring the tingling sensations made by Marie's teeth as they lightly grazed against the sensitive underside of his swollen prick. Gazing down at Marie gave him a tremendous sense of dominance and power.
"SUCK MY COCK, YOU BITCH!" he shouted in obscene triumph.
With brutal force, he shoved his mammoth prick into her mouth, fucking furiously.
Then Gwen saw her mother almost swoon with delight on the end of Danny's prick. Thrills of pleasure seemed to ripple through her body, and she began to suck with renewed eagerness.
Gwen found it hard to believe, but her holier-than-thou mother was actually enjoying it. She loved to suck cock!
Marie's face was indeed a mask of ecstasy. She looked sexy and wildly provocative, overwhelmed with her new-found identity. She slavered over Danny's hot prick with wet, smacking lips. What had been enjoyable to her only moments ago now began to take hold of her with demonic force; her body was palpitating wildly, like a savage, jungle drum. She was no longer Marie McDonald, a lab technician in the local hospital. She was no longer the loving, upright, uptight mother of two teen-age children.
She was a whore who was loving the smell, the taste and the feel of a big cock in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as she licked and sucked furiously. "MMMNNNNNNN!"
Danny lustily shoved his hips back and forth, faster and faster, his body trembling with lewd passion. She sucked greedily on his pulsing prick, then she slid her mouth down over his pulsing cock, then down over his hugely throbbing balls, while her hands continued to massage his cock. The hairy balls fined her mouth and her lips worked hungrily over every inch of them. She was so lost in the burning pleasure of it now that she couldn't get enough. With a deep groan, she abandoned herself totally to the obscene act.
By now Gwen was going crazy on the rooftop with her own lust and desire. She had all of her hand shoved up her cunt. She looked down and groaned with delight as she could see only her wrist.
The fingers were deeply imbedded in her pussy. While she watched Danny's cock smash against her mother's face, she shoved them in and out of her wet, trembling cunt with rising urgency.
She could tell that the other two were nearing their climax, and she roughly drove her fist deeply in and out of her pussy, matching their frenzy of excitement.
"Oh, suck his cock, you bitch," Gwen moaned quietly as her body quivered with delight and her cuntal walls expanded and contracted against her smooth hand. "Suck his cock good!"
In the bedroom, Marie was trembling with ecstasy; she was lost now, completely beyond the reach of reason. She was a sucking, slavering madwoman, a slave-captive anxious to please her muscular, domineering master.
As Danny's cruel strokes became faster and faster, so did her sucking become more hungry and devouring. All she wanted to do was suck his cock. It felt so good; so very good.
Danny felt a surging heat gush through his throbbing balls. He was going to come soon. He redoubled his torrid fucking, brutally slamming his cock into her eager mouth.
"Suck it! SUCK IT!" he cried.
At the same time, Marie's cuntal sheath began to vibrate with excitement, sweet warmth began to pour like honey from her cuntal walls as she sucked wetly on his lust-crazed prick.
"UUUUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" Marie groaned happily as her climax mounted with shattering force. "UUUUNNNNNMMMMMM!"
Unseen by the two lovers, Gwen watched as Danny's body began to jerk and twitch with his mounting orgasm. She loved to watch him come, and her pussy exploded with delight. She was coming, too.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, shoving her fist deeply into her sex-hungry cunt until it crashed harshly against her tender cervix, sending spasms of pain and pleasure through her. "OOOO-HHHHHHH!"
Danny was near the point of explosion now, and he straightened up, throwing his head back in heat-tensed excitement. He shrieked with joy as his white, thick cum suddenly burst forth from his wildly convulsing prick and rushed forward into Marie's frantically clutching mouth.
"AAARRRGGGHHH I'M COOOOOMMIIING!"
As the viscous white cum poured into her mouth from his jerking prick, Marie nearly gagged, but within seconds she instinctively began to drink his essence with relish, sucking hard at his cock while he continued to yell out his pleasure.
On the roof, Gwen's pussy was pumping juice over her hand as if it were her first come. She was nearly insane with the passion that ripped through her body with terrifying force, coming with volcanic release, drenching her hand with her steaming female secretions, while in the room, Marie mewled with obscene joy as she sucked Danny's prick dry.
Gradually, the last of the sticky male fluid drained from Danny's softening rod, and he slowly withdrew his moist shaft from her mouth. As he did, Marie slumped down on the bed, completely exhausted, yet satisfied and happy. She looked up at him like a little girl, licking the last of his cum from her lips as if it were golden nectar.
"Thank you," she whispered gratefully. "Thank you so much."
"Oh shit ... oh shit ... oh shit," Gwen chanted to herself as she made her way back to her bedroom so she could close her eyes, see it all over again, and climax some more.
CHAPTER TWO
Gwen's introduction to sex had been like many other girls'. She had been fifteen, nearly sixteen, when it had happened with Bobby Harris. He was older, almost twenty, and in college.
They met at a picnic on a summer afternoon. Bobby didn't remember Gwen, but she remembered him; she had idolized him. So when he asked her out that night, she jumped at the chance to be with him.
Her mother's reaction had been the usual frown.
"Isn't he a little old for you?"
"Oh, Mother."
"Well, boys that age usually go out with girls your age for only one thing...."
Angrily, Gwen had stomped up the stairs.
"I'm going to go do my hair. He'll be here pretty soon."
"Well, don't wear anything tight," Marie had called after her.
At that time Gwen had thought her mother was a square and a prude. But she did know what the older woman meant about wearing something tight. During her fifteenth year her figure had blossomed. She had turned from a thin, spindly-legged young girl into a voluptuous desirable young woman. Older boys had suddenly started paying a lot of attention to her.
She hadn't returned any of their interest until Bobby Harris had come along. He was different.
"A lot different," she said, and whirled around in front of the mirror on her bedroom wall.
God, she looked like her mother. Her face had the same perfect features, the high cheekbones, the generous mouth, the pert tilt to the tiny nose, that her mother had. And her figure was as perfect as the older woman's, too. Her ripe young breasts were smaller, but just as round, just as firm. Her hips and thighs were full, too, but somewhat firmer and slimmer than Marie's, her waist even more wasp-like.
Gwen raced to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and stepped beneath the warm spray of the shower. She soaped her smooth, white shoulders, the firm, full mounds of her wide-set breasts. Then she devoted her attention to the little triangle of hair at the base of her belly, the fleshy lips of her cunt, the narrow crevice between her buttocks. She began to sing as she rinsed the suds from her body, then she stepped from the shower to towel herself dry. She looked again at herself in the mirror, at her tiny waist, the lush ripe tits, her flaring hips and full thighs.
And then she once again thought of Bobby Harris and what her mother had said. She wondered if he would try anything with her.
She'd dreamed of dating a boy like Bobby, someone who was sophisticated, who'd been around. Not that she would ever let any boy, no matter how sophisticated, do anything to her that wasn't right. No one ... no one ... except her own husband was ever going to do that sort of thing to her.
But there had been times, lying in bed at night, before she'd drifted off to sleep, when she had wondered what it would be like to be with a boy that way. She had even imagined letting a boy do the things to her that some of the other girls let them do. like taking her clothes off, and then running their hands up and down her smooth, young body, making it tingle with delight. Or letting them cup her tits in their strong hands, even teasing and tweaking her nipples until they stood upright in taut, quivering buds.
She had tried to brush such thoughts from her mind, knowing that she would never actually let any boy do that do her. She had even wondered what it would be like to lie back on a bed or a couch somewhere ... or even in a car, parked in some dark spot near the lake, perhaps ... to he there, her body slack and unresisting, while lie spread her legs and ran his hand up and down the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. And what if his hand actually reached the tiny triangle of her pussy and burrowed into the soft hair that covered it? What if his fingers reached and stroked the pink, fleshy lips of her cunt?
If she let him do that, would she let him do more? No, never, she told herself firmly. Yet she couldn't help thinking of what he might do. He might unzip his fly, and take out his bulging cock. He might place it there in her moist, hair-lined slit, and then maneuver it around until the blood-swollen head was poised at the very entrance of her stiff virginal cuntal channel.
And what then? What if he pressed forward, pushing the stiff shaft through the tight, resisting muscles that guarded the tiny glistening hole, pressed it into the narrow, velvety channel, deeper and deeper, until it fined her belly with its hardness, making her tingle and tremble with its throbbing presence?
With shaking hands, Gwen dressed and, by the time Bobby tooted his horn in the driveway, she was downstairs waiting.
She climbed into the car beside him, pulling her skirt down over her voluptuous golden thighs. A thrill of excitement went through her; he was so handsome! And there was a certain expression on his face, the way he looked at her, the gleam in his eyes.
"Where are we off to?"
"I thought we'd take a ride up to a quiet spot I know, near the lake," he said.
She looked at him, an expression of surprise on her face.
"I thought we were going to a movie."
"Well, you thought wrong," he said.
"But what will we do at the lake? I mean, I didn't bring my bathing suit or anything like that, so we can't very well go swimming, can we?"
"Where have you been, Gwen?" he laughed. "Hell, if we decide to swim, we'll skinny dip."
She froze. But it was too late to get out of the speeding car now and, besides, she didn't want to look like a child in his eyes.
They pulled up to the lake and he turned to her.
"C'mere."
His arms tightened around her, and he pulled her up against him, crushing her tits against his chest. Suddenly, his hungry mouth was fastened cruelly over her lips, his tongue forcing them open, to push its way past her clenched teeth.
She struggled against him, gasping for breath, close to suffocating as his tongue brushed almost to her throat.
She squirmed and writhed, then with a desperate wrench freed herself, panting with the effort, still gasping for air.
"What am you doing? What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
"A beautiful girl," he sighed. "With an outstanding body."
"I'm going home," Gwen said. "Even if I have to walk, I'm going home."
He bellowed with laughter. "From here? Do you know where you are?"
Gwen looked around her. The car was parked at the water's edge, but she had no idea where she was.
Sheer panic darted through her body, making her tremble. She shook her head, and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. What on earth was the matter with her? Wasn't she being silly? Just because a boy had wanted to drive up to the lake and park there for a while wasn't any reason to act as if he were a common criminal or something.
She turned to him, trying to think of something to say. But before she could, he asked, "What are you afraid of?"
"I don't know," she answered truthfully.
"What do you think I'm going to do to you?"
She managed a sickly little grin. "Nothing, I guess. Are you?"
"Nothing you don't want." he said, a sly smile crossing his handsome face.
Then, with a quick, brutal movement, he grasped her by the shoulder, his fingers sinking cruelly into the soft flesh. A moment later, his other hand slipped down under her dress, and then edged its way under the sheer fabric of her bra. Cupping the snowy mound of her ripe young tit, he began to massage it with a teasing circular motion.
Gwen arched backward at the electric contact of his fingers, and unexpected pleasure whirled through her. "Oh, don't," she pleaded.
He ignored her, pinching the tender button of one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it until it quivered into a taut erection.
"Like that?" he taunted her.
She blinked back the tears.
"Like it?" he demanded again.
This time she managed to answer. "Yes. Oh, Yes!"
"Then you'll like it more with your clothes off," he said. He reached around behind her, drawing the zipper of her dress down to her waist, then sliding the soft material down over her shoulders, letting it fall, bunched, around her hips. In his mounting excitement, his hands roamed over her back, bare now from the shoulders down, then slid one under the narrow strap of her bra.
"Oh, are we gonna have a ball," he groaned. "Take your bra off!"
Gwen tried to reach behind her to unhook the clasps that held the wisp of lace and nylon closed, fumbling clumsily with fear-stiffened fingers.
"I ... I can't," she whimpered.
"Then I will," he said. His fingers worked expertly until suddenly the bra snapped apart and her full breasts fell free. With a gloating cry of triumph, he pulled the bra from around her body, wadded it into a ball and tossed it into the back of the car.
Gwen gasped as a rush of cool air swept across her trembling tits, now completely exposed to him. Then she felt his two hot hands cup them, enclosing her tits hotly, while he squeezed and kneaded them, making her nipples hard and erect. He rubbed the two tiny buds between his thumbs and forefingers, sending a new wave of delicious excitement surging through Gwen's body, making her gasp again, this time with surprised pleasure.
His mouth closed over one taut, tiny nipple. He began to suck on it, swirling his tongue maddeningly around the stiff little mound. The pressure of his mouth increased, and he sucked hungrily, his teeth nipping gently at the tender flesh.
"Oh, don't. Don't!" Gwen whimpered. And yet flashes of wanton desire began to ripple through her body, making her tremble with expectation.
Then, with a swift movement, he lifted her ass-cheeks from the seat of the car with one hand, while his other slid her bunched and crinkled dress beneath them, pulling it down over the full curves of her thighs, down over her slim legs and ankles to the floor board.
With another swift movement, he grasped the tight waistband of her panties, peeled them past her writhing ass-cheeks.
"Lift up!" he ordered. And when she made no move to obey, he yanked savagely at the silky material, ripping it into useless shreds.
Again his hand trailed across the soft smooth skin of her belly, down to the patch of pubic hair between her beautiful legs. She gasped. his middle finger teased thrillingly at the warm, moist slit, then he rubbed the tiny, throbbing bud of her clitoris. The unaccustomed touch sent wild shocks of excitement whipping up and down Gwen's spine.
She moaned helplessly as his hand slipped down farther, parting the soft, quivering lips of her cunt. Suddenly he found the wet, smooth opening there and plunged his middle finger deeply into it. It was a cruel thrust that broke through the tight ring of her virginity and wrenched an anguished sob of pain from her lips.
Then he skewered into the warm, wet cavern beyond and began to twist and turn the tip of his finger, plunging it farther and farther into her widespread cunt. She moaned again, the moisture seeping from her cunt, drenching his hand as it flowed between her legs. She closed her eyes, lying motionless as he finger-fucked her, sending little waves of fire tapping at her trembling body.
She began to rock back and forth on his impaling finger, oblivious to everything now but the waves of pleasure that crashed through her, the sharp little pin-pricks of ecstatic delight that seemed to explode in her veins. She heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being pulled down. She opened her eyes to see Bobby slithering out of his clothes.
He grasped his thick, rigid cock between his thumb and forefinger, massaging it lewdly.
"Spread your legs!" he hissed above her, pulling the foreskin back over the thick shaft of his cock.
A little whimper of fear escaped from Gwen's lips. His cock was so big. His finger had hurt her down there.
My God, what would that monstrous thing do?
She stared in horror as he continued to massage the thick rod of his prick, coaxing it into an iron-stiff erection. Dear God! It was so big! He would split her in two; he might kill her! She could never take it ... never in this world!
"Spread your legs!" he ordered again. "Admit it ... you want it. You want my cock ... admit it!"
Tears were rolling down her face. It was true, and she knew it. She just hadn't wanted it to happen like this ... so fast. But now that it was ... why not?
She slid down farther in the seat and spread her legs wide.
He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs, spreading them even wider. Then he wriggled his body so that he half-knelt above her. Once more he grabbed his thick cock, massaging the rigid pole of flesh lewdly. Then he guided his prick slowly and deliberately into the moist pink folds of her pussy parting her blonde pubic hair with the large: bulbous head of his cock.
Gwen gasped as his prick brushed against the fleshy lips of her cunt, then slowly burrowed into the warm, moist channel. Oh, God! His cock was enormous! Even bigger than she had thought. She could never take it all. Never!
Bobby pushed his huge prick in, and she felt its slow, prodding progress into her dripping pussy.
There was a great stretching feeling in her loins and then, suddenly, his huge prick seemed to crash deep inside her cunt, filling her whole belly with its hardness.
He sank his blunt, throbbing cock in to the hilt, his balls crashing against her roundly upturned ass-cheeks, then he withdrew his cock almost to the tip. He looked down at her.
"Tell me you want it, Gwen. Tell me how you want it!" he groaned while he fucked relentlessly up into her. He could feel the soft, fleshy ridges deep inside her giving way as he thrust forward mercilessly, flicking in and out now in a steady, quickening rhythm.
Gwen could feel her hips start to move. She was fucking him back. She was shoving her cunt up onto his cockmeat in a smooth rhythm. "Yes ... yes, it is good! Give it to me, don't stop!"
"Gwen!"
"Fuck me, Bobby ... I want it ... fuck me!"
Her pelvic bone met his. They crashed together and the friction sent jolts of vibrant sexuality through her erect clitoris. She was fucking. She was really fucking, and she liked it!
She screwed her pelvis up against his, gyrating her hips, thrusting, turning and twisting on his impaling prick.
"Oh, Gwen ... you're hot ... you're such a hot cunt!"
"Get higher ... get higher up on me!"
Her hands went to his buttocks. She pulled him into her cunt, hard. Then she was raking his back, his sides, and his ass-cheeks with her fingernails. It felt like bloody rivulets were forming where they gouged and cut into his skin.
Her breath was coming in huge gasps. It seemed as though she could barely get enough air for survival. She was on the very edge of a huge, convulsive orgasm.
His cock was throbbing with the intensity of the fuck. She was a wild woman. He had to get away from her for a moment. She was making hamburger out of his ass and back.
A great, racking sob burst from her throat as she felt his cock leave her cunt. Her teeth chattered and her eyes rolled back into her head. She arched her body under Wm. Her cunt opened even wider with the movement until his cock slid into her again. Even farther than the first time. His cock went into the greedy pussy until it came up against the smooth wall of her cervix.
He quickened his strokes, fucking in and out relentlessly. His fingers gripped her hot thighs, squeezing them hard, until Gwen groaned in pain. And still he fucked on, plunging his piston-like cock deep up inside her until the huge head grazed against the flat hardness of her cervix.
The smooth, velvet-like folds of her pussy held him until he couldn't stand it any longer. The burning in his loins had increased unbearably. The ache in his balls was driving him out of his mind. He had to come, and he had to come now!
He looked down at the girl's passion-contorted face, heard her screams of uncontrolled passion, felt a sudden gush of warm wet fluid seep from her cuntal walls. And then, as the thick white liquid boiling in his sperm-bloated balls shot forward, shot the length of his prick, he grunted his ultimate pleasure, and he heard her voice ringing in his ears.
"AAAAGGGGHHH! I'm coming ... I'm coming!" She thrashed in wild abandon beneath him in the ecstasy of her own orgasm. Then, at last, she lay back, limp and exhausted.
Her cunt was open, the narrow slit of her cunt exposed nakedly to view, while rivulets of sperm seeped down between her thighs.
Bobby pulled his cock from her spent cunt, gasping for breath himself, then he gathered all his energy. Gwen lay there, motionless and silent.
He lowered his head between her thighs and shoved his tongue up the hole that his cock had just left.
"BOBBY! What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna eat you, Gwen honey. I'm gonna make sure that, now that you've started, you'll want to come back for more."
Her mind whirled.
CHAPTER THREE
Fucking Bobby Harris that first night was great. And Gwen did go back for more. In the three years that followed, she dated Bobby a lot. And she fucked him, but it wasn't the greatest thing in the world for her.
That was to come later.
By the time she was eighteen, and she had discovered how much her mother was a hypocrite by seeing her with Dr. Dan Clay, sex had become a passing thing that she could take or leave alone. Until she started watching them through the window.
It was then that a whole new world of sex opened up for her. She discovered something about herself that she hadn't known. She found out that by watching other people fuck, her own orgasms were ten times better.
The following Thursday, Gwen again crawled out onto the roof to watch her mother and Danny fuck. The result was even better. Her orgasms were even stronger and she flooded her hand time and again with the sticky juices of her coming cunt. So much so that she decided to take a bath when she got back to her room.
She removed her nightie and tip-toed down the hall to the bathroom. Without even turning on the light, she ran the water as quietly as possible and then slipped into the tub.
It was peaceful and quiet. To make it even more so, she pulled the shower curtain closed to block out the moonlight streaming through the window.
As she lay in the warm water, she tried to block out the rising passion in her body that refused to go away. She couldn't block out the sight of Danny's cock going in and out of her mother's face, and then her cunt.
This Thursday, unlike the last one, Danny and her mother had lain together on the bed and eaten each other. Danny had used his-tongue on Marie's cunt-lips until the woman had screamed through a series of orgasms.
Then Danny had gotten above her and fucked his cock into her mouth as if it were her cunt. When Marie had felt the head of his cock start to swell with his coming explosion, she had taken the huge prick out of her mouth, rolled him over, and plunged her hot cunt down over it. Up and down her mother had fucked over the big cockmeat until he had shot a gigantic load into her pussy.
Then Marie had done the strangest thing Gwen had ever seen. She had lifted her pussy off the depleting cock and lowered her hand to the sopping mess between her legs. It was all Gwen had been able to think about since she had returned to her room.
Her mother had used her fingers like a spoon to dip the cum and cunt juice from her pussy. She then put the gooey fingers in her mouth and ate the cum off them. Again and again she had done this, until there was no more cum in her cunt.
As Gwen lay there in the quiet of the bath, her own hands started wandering over her body. She pulled the lips of her pussy apart and gently shoved a bar of soap up her hole. When it was deep in her cunt, she crossed her legs and tensed her thighs.
Then she used the tips of two fingers on her clit.
She was crawling quickly toward a climax when the bathroom door opened and closed.
She froze as she heard someone pissing. It had to be either Danny or her brother Phil.
The sound stopped, but whoever it was didn't leave the bathroom. Instead, she heard different sounds. There was the steady slap, slap, slap of the sound of flesh against flesh. Then came heavy breathing. Both sounds got stronger and stronger until Gwen's curiosity was so aroused that she couldn't resist. She had to find out who it was and what they were doing.
Cautiously she pulled the shower curtain open just enough to peek out.
It was Phil. It was her fourteen-year-old brother, Phil, and he was playing with his prick. His fist grabbed the rising length of his cock and he was pounding up and down on it wildly.
His head was thrown back and his mouth gaped open. His hand started moving faster and faster, up and down the rigid tool. His cock, the more he pumped on it, got bigger and fatter. Before long, it was at its full, swollen length, and Gwen realized that her brother's cock was almost as big as Danny's, and larger than Bobby Harris' cock.
As she watched her brother jack off, Gwen started her own hand going again in her cunt. She meant to be quiet but the thrill of watching Phil
masturbate became too much for her. She started plunging her soapy hand in and out of her cunt hard and fast.
The noise alerted Phil and he jumped.
"Jeez ... Gwen!" he hissed, when he yanked aside the shower curtain.
"Ssshhhh!"
"What are you doin' in here?" In his surprise he had completely forgotten the hard pole of his prick. It bobbed now just an inch or two from Gwen's face.
"I was just taking a bath in the dark ... and you came in."
Now he noticed that she was eyeing his cock. He also noticed that she had half her hand up her cunt. He smiled.
"You were doin' the same thing I was."
She giggled. "Yes."
"Then I ain't embarrassed."
"Have you ever seen a naked girl before?"
"Only you."
"Me?"
"Sure. I used to watch you make yourself come in bed all the time. Then I'd jack off while I was watching you."
"Did you like to watch?"
"Sure," Phil replied, "and when I couldn't watch you, sometimes I'd lie in bed at night and beat my meat and dream about your naked body!"
"Really?" Gwen said, getting out of the tub.
Phil's eyes roamed over her flesh as she stood up. His sister was the most beautiful girl he knew. Her tits seemed to lunge at him until the hard, pink nipples almost touched his chest.
"Tell me about it, Phil."
"Huh?"
"Tell me about it while we do it ... while we watch each other do it to ourselves. You sit there on the stool and I'll sit on the edge of the tub."
They both sat down. Gwen was on the edge of the tub with her legs spread wide, and he could see the pinkness of her inner folds. He was a little embarrassed, but when Gwen started fingering the little knob of her clit, he went ahead and started fisting his bobbing prick again.
"What's that?"
"Huh?"
"That stuff coming out of your pussy?"
"Oh," Gwen said, and couldn't suppress a low giggle. "It's soap."
Then she opened her thighs even wider and squeezed the muscles of her cunt. The bar of soap shot from between her pussy lips and flew across the bathroom. It hit the wall and clattered to the floor.
"Wow," Phil exclaimed, pumping harder on his cock.
"Now tell me ... about your dreams of fucking me!"
"Well, I'd be layin' on my back in bed, with a great big hard-on ... like I got now...."
"Yeah." Gwen had her eyes fixed on his beautiful, hard prick and her fingers were working steadily in her pussy.
"An' you'd come into the bedroom, naked, like you are now. And you'd walk over to the bed and fuck me."
"How would ... I ... fuck ... you?"
"You'd get up on the bed, throw your leg over me, and straddle my prick. In those dreams, I could almost feel my prick sliding into your pussy. You'd hunch down so my cock slid in really easy."
"And ... then ... what?" Gwen said, finger-fucking harder, her hand flying in and out of her juicy cunthole.
"Well, once you got all my prick into your pussy, you'd start fucking me by raising and lowering your hips, and while you pumped up and down on my dick, I'd be sucking on the nipples of your big titties."
Cunt-juice started oozing from her pussy. It flowed over her pubic hairs and made them glisten.
"You want to?"
"Fuck you, you mean?" Phil's eyes opened like saucers in amazement.
"Sure."
"You mean you'd let me?"
"If you'd do something else for me first."
"Anything ... what?"
"Eat my pussy."
"Eat ... ? "
"Yeah. Just crouch down between my legs and put your lips on it and then stick your tongue up my hole."
"Uh ... I don't know, Gwen"
"C'mon, silly ... you'll like it after you start doing it!"
"But...."
"You want me to fuck your cock, don't you?"
That was all the impetus he needed. He fell to his knees and slipped his hands under the fleshy cheeks of his sister's ass. Slowly, he drew the wet, pink gash of her pussy closer and closer to his mouth.
"Eat it, Phil," she gasped. "Suck on it ... suck on my pussy!"
The sight, the smell, and even the taste of her pussy, once his lips were against it, thrilled him. Suddenly he was hungry for the taste of his sister's cunt.
Gwen pulled her cunt lips apart. "Work on it, Phil. Get your tongue in my hole and fuck me with it!"
Phil was startled to realize that the smell of cunt excited and delighted him. A fragrance filled his nostrils; and he inhaled deeply.
"Smells pretty," he breathed aloud. "Cunt smells pretty," and he made this observation as though a great truth had suddenly been revealed to him.
"Let yourself go, Phil, honey. Eat me real good and make my little clit come and then I'll make my pussy do it for your cock!"
As he began working on her pussy, he started studying it. He had never seen a girl's cunt opened up like this before, and it fascinated him. The hairy outer lips were continuing to open farther apart. Beyond these lips was another pair of lips. And these inner lips were blood-gorged, swollen and moist. And beyond these lips was a deep groove.
"That's it ... that's it! Use your tongue like a little cock. Grind your mouth against my clit. Oh, yesssss ... THAT'S IT!"
He hardened the muscles of his tongue and jabbed the tip as far into her cuntal hole as he could drive it. And as he did, he kept an eye fastened on his sister's face. She was loving it, and that made him tongue-fuck her pussy faster and harder.
"OHHHHH ... OWWWWWW ... OHHHH," she groaned and sighed. "Suck it ... suck my cunt! Eat it, bite it, chew it ... tongue-fuck it! Don't take your tongue out 'til I tell you. Oh Phil, little baby brother, you're gonna make me come so good!"
It was really wild for the boy now, and her urging made him go even harder at his task. He continued using his tongue as though it was a prick. He rammed it in and out of her pussy in an ever-increasing tempo. He was literally fucking his sister's cunt with his tongue.
Then, as he totally relaxed and became caught up in the passion of the moment, he began to improvise. He'd rotate his tongue as though it was a corkscrew. Or, he'd wriggle it around. And every now and then he'd suck the soft walls of her cunt into his mouth and chew gently on them. His face became drenched with cuntal juices, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered but to continue to eat his sister's pussy.
Phil had never felt so happy. A smile wreathed his wet face as he noisily smacked, gulped and chewed on the meal of cunt.
Gwen grabbed the boy's face and rammed her clit into his mouth. He licked and swallowed her honey eagerly, driving his tongue even harder and deeper into her soaking channel.
Then, something within Gwen broke loose. All restraints were washed away. She began moaning deep within her throat, her pussy bucking violently against the boy's eager face. Startled by the fury of her movements and cries, Phil was about to tear his mouth away from her cunt, thinking either that he had hurt her somehow, or she had suddenly lost her mind. But before he could make a move, he felt another stream of hot liquid shoot into his mouth.
"Now ... now ... I'm there! Eat it harder ... NOW!"
Phil continued to swallow and suck every drop of her sweet juice until the flow stopped and she hung like a damp rag on his shoulder.
"Now?"
"Now what?"
"You said you'd fuck me if I made you come with my mouth."
Gwen smiled, and pushed him back until he was seated again on the toilet seat. "That I did, little brother, and that I'll do."
Once he was seated and he felt the wiry hairs of her pussy tickle across his prick, he got even harder than before.
"You've got a nice cock," she sighed. Then, without another word, she squatted over Phil's lap and eased the head of his throbbing prick into her steaming cunthole.
"Oh shit, Sis ... oh shit, that feels so warm ... so fucking good!"
She eased herself down until the entire shaft was engulfed between the walls of her cunt. "Fits perfect," she gasped. "Not too big, not too small...."
Phil took hold of one of her mammoth tits.
"Fuck me, Sis. Oh, fuck me! Give it to me! Ram your pretty cunt at me!"
As Phil sucked a tit into his mouth, Gwen raised her hips up until her brother's cockhead almost left her hole. Then she dropped her cunt down hard on his lap.
As the full weight of her body plumped down onto him, he pulled his mouth off her tit and cried out, "That's it, Sis ... give me your cunt! Give me all of it! Please, give it to me!"
Once again she raised herself slowly up the cock shaft. Then, she let her weight drop down on his lap again. But with each succeeding up and down movement, she increased the tempo of the fuck. And Phil was able to give the movement of her body more momentum when he grabbed both cheeks of her ass and lifted them up and down with the rhythm of the fuck.
"Yesss! Don't stop 'til we both come together...."
They slipped to the floor. Phil ended up on top of her, between her widely-splayed thighs.
Gwen realized that her brother, even with no experience, was a good fuck. Maybe even better than Bobby Harris. And she could break him in the way she wanted him.
She suddenly felt as though she wanted to fuck him forever. It was so wonderful! Her legs were shaking with excitement, clamped around Phil's
back. She twisted and moaned like a playful, erotic animal.
Sensing her enthusiastic responses, Phil became as powerful as a bull.
"Fuck me, oh, fuck me with your prick!" Gwen screamed. Her cunt clasped and sucked at his thundering cock, pulling at it with vacuum-like suction, eager and hungry to devour every inch of his bloated prick.
"Oh, God!" Phil cried out. "My cock feels so big in you! Christ!"
They fucked in perfect unison, moans and screams of rapture piercing the air. Gwen clutched wildly at his back. When she closed her eyes, she saw pinwheels of exploding color. Life was full of promise now, the world had opened up for both of them, and she could hardly contain her happiness.
As their passion mounted, bursts of hot, tingling sensations rushed to every part of her body. She felt warm and as light as air.
Phil's loins began to vibrate with seething lust and his blood raced hotly through his body. Every sinewy muscle undulated with a growing tide of passion. His balls throbbed painfully and became swollen and fiery as thick, milky semen gathered in them for the moment of release. He increased his tempo, his prick filled to the bursting point.
He stiffened momentarily, gripped by a thundering ecstasy as the boiling cum flowed with aching excitement through his long, thick cock, burst through the tiny hole in his cockhead and gushed into her quaking pussy.
Gwen's moist, hot cuntal walls shuddered madly, drinking in his thick male essence and streaming forth their own gushing juices in total, electrifying release.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!" she screamed, scarcely believing the all-consuming happiness she was experiencing.
Phil's powerfully driving cock shook with the force of an earthquake as he discharged his scalding cum into her cunt. He threw his head back and emitted a long, roaring cry of triumph.
Gwen moaned as his boiling cum spread deeply into her loins, mingling with her own sweet fluid that flowed out of her cont.
Finally, as the wondrous ecstasy began to ebb slowly away, Phil withdrew his softening cock from her cum-drenched pussy and lay next to her on the bathroom floor.
"Was it good for you, Phil?" Gwen asked, idly playing with her brother's limp prick.
"Jeez ... was it ever!"
"It'll be even better next Thursday right."
"What's so special about Thursday?"
"You'll see."
CHAPTER FOUR
But they couldn't even wait until Thursday. That night Gwen gave her brother a note so he could come home from school for lunch. Her classes were in the morning and she didn't have to report to the hospital until two.
"It's simple," she told him. "You come home for lunch. I'll be here, and we can fuck in the afternoon. That way we won't get caught."
The following day, at noon, he burst into the house calling her name, his cock already getting hard in his pants.
She was waiting for him in her bedroom, stark naked and stretched across the bed.
"Wow."
"What's the matter?"
"It's the first time I've ever seen you naked in the daylight."
"Well, get your clothes off. We only have an hour and a half to fuck!"
She jumped off the bed and helped him remove his clothes. When she pulled his shorts down, his already rigid cock jumped out and plopped against her cheek. She kissed the head of his prick and speared a drop of pre-seminal fluid that had oozed from the tiny hole.
"Oh, God, I want it," she cooed, swallowing eagerly. "C'mon!"
Her hands slipped between their bodies and circled his swaying cock. She squeezed it gently, leading him to the edge of the bed. Still holding it, she dropped to her knees and circled the head of his cock with her lips.
"You keep that up," Phil gulped, "and I'll blow a load right in your mouth!"
She laughed gently, released his cock and lay back flat on the bed. The laugh became a low, rumbling chuckle in her throat as she spread her legs wide and squeezed her luscious tits into two huge cones.
"You like my tits, Phil?"
"I like all of you," he gasped, gazing down at her full thighs and the blonde fur surrounding the puffy pinkness of her cuntal lips. His mouth watered with the anticipation of another fuck just like the one she had given him the night before in the bathroom.
"Want me to eat you first again?" he said, crawling over her body.
"Yes, honey, but I want you to put your cock in my mouth so I can suck you at the same time."
She moved him around until his head was between her thighs and his cock was bobbing rigidly above her face.
"Now ... get your face in there and eat me, little brother!"
As he mashed his head between her wondrous thighs and began sucking the juice from her cunt in great gulps, he felt her mouth close over his cock
The hot, succulent juices from her pussy filled his mind with a heady quality and his hips with an urge to fuck. He pounded his prick into her throat as if it were her cunt.
Gwen loved it. She let the full length of his long, thick meat slip into her throat. His pubic hair caressed her chin while his balls settled over her nose.
He felt his cockhead slip deeply into her throat and it inflamed him even more. He filled his hands with her ass-cheeks and he ground his face into the core of her heated cunt.
Except for the sucking, slurping sounds of their love-making, the room was silent. Lustily they attacked each other's bodies. The wild, far-out love-making drove them both to their peaks quickly.
Phil felt her head jerk, and he heard her muffled groan as he drove his hips downward in spastic, pistoning motions. Her throat gurgled as his balls released the first volley of hot cum into her belly. He lifted himself slightly so she could suck his cock dry.
"Give it to me, honey," she moaned around the head of his prick. "Pour your juice in me!"
Her mouth was eager as she gripped his thrusting buttocks and pulled his cock back into her face. She sucked and swallowed, then let him collapse beside her.
"Good come, lover," she said between panting breaths. "You can come again, can't you, baby?"
"Sure," he smiled. "Sometimes when I jack off, I can come three or four times on the same hard-on."
She let him rest for a second, and then he felt her hands slowly working their way up his legs. His body reacted despite having just completed one big come. And as her fingers found his balls and began caressing them lightly, he felt his prick growing again.
Her hands went back to the inside of his thigh. He closed his eyes and let her push his legs apart. He felt her body brushing up the inside of his legs, and he opened his eyes to see her backing toward him on her hands and knees. He dropped his hands to the front of his body, and as she backed toward him, he bent his knees slightly so that she could slip her feet under and put them up around his thighs.
He guided his cock to her open cunt as she slowly sat back onto his body. Her pussy was well lubricated from the suck and he had no trouble entering her cunt as she settled on him.
He didn't have to do anything. She was more than willing to do it all. His cock was hitting bottom when she made the first stroke.
Phil picked up the rhythm, and the next time she let her cunt drop he pistoned his hips up to meet her.
He fucked her good, and when she fell again, he was ready for her. He kept hitting up at her periodically, so she never knew when he'd drive it home.
"Oh yeah, lover, yeah!" she cooed. "Fuck my pussy with that pole ... that's what your cock's for ... FUCK ME!"
"Slam down on it, Gwen," he shouted. "Grind your clit against my prick. Fuck it ... I wanna feel you pour your honey on my balls!"
The pace picked up and he was no longer able to control the movements of his body. He was driving at her every stroke now, and she bouncing up and down for everything she was worth.
Gwen shuddered. She was flicking up and down like a wild woman on her baby brother's dick, and she was loving it! She relaxed her muscles. The juices poured from her cunt-hole.
"Ohhhhhh, yesss ... fuck me, Sis ... FUCK ME!"
They were both going to come any minute. Her body slammed down on his cock and she felt it start to squirt.
"Are you coming?"
"YESSSSSS!"
"COME! LET IT COME!"
She began to fuck her cunt wildly up and down on his quivering, shooting cock. The hot globs of jism splashed into her. She groaned with delight.
Her cunt closed down on it. She slammed down on him. She hungered for the prick in the folds of her soft, dripping tissues.
Her juices flowed out faster and faster. She panted and gasped as she felt his prick spurting into her cunt. Her stomach contracted. She rocked hard, so that his cock bounced up against the inside of her cunt. The sensations surging through her body were forcing another come from her pussy.
"OHHHHHHHH! PHILLL! FUCK ME!"
"AHHH!"
"OHHHHHHH I'M COMING!"
They writhed together on the bed. Gwen had her hands underneath his ass and was pulling him up toward her bouncing hips. She impaled her pussy on his shaft; her cunt opened and closed with noisy sloshing sounds.
His hot jism was filling her, and she continued to pump his cock and balls for all they could give her. She wanted it all. Her cunt burned and spasmed with her furious excitement.
"More ... More, Phil! Can you fuck some more!"
She kept his body held fast between her sweating legs even after they had both shot their sex juices. She wanted him for all he could give her. She still felt the tickle of desire in her cunt.
She clamped her inner-muscles tightly and closed her legs to put more pressure on his cock. He groaned. His prick was almost flaccid. But she wouldn't let him go; she had to make his cock hard again.
She took his hand and guided it to her clit. She used his thumb to massage her hard little button.
Just hearing the deep, irregular breathing of his sister on top of him and feeling her cunt clamp down on his cock made Phil hot again. Her clit felt so wonderfully warm and wet to him.
His cock started to burn with the fire she had fanned in him before. She had not yet stopped moving on him; she kept groaning and moving her hips so his prick rotated around in her cunt.
Her movements were the sexiest and the most erotic the boy had ever seen or felt anywhere. He couldn't resist her manipulations. His cock was hers to command. He felt a tingle in his balls. To his surprise, his cock began to fill up and swell again.
Gwen could feel his prick begin to harden inside her; it was wonderful! She threw her head back and pressed her weight down on his hips. She felt his prick fill out and stick her deep in the cunt. She felt the pressure of the round head on her cunt walls.
The wondrous feeling welled up in her; it swept over her like a wave. The crimson red of her vulva stood out starkly against the creamy white shaft of his cock as she plunged it in and out of her.
"Yes, honey," she whispered. "Again ... keep fucking my pussy."
"My cock's hard again!"
"I know ... fuck ... fuck me again, Phil honey ... FUCK MEE!"
He rolled her over. His cock slipped out of her cunt as he moved down between her spread thighs.
"Back ... Jesus, put your cock back in me!"
"Here it comes, Sis!"
Then he found her hole with the head of his meat and lunged.
She gasped as his prick rushed into her. It hurled past her soft pussy-lips, flicking into the soft hole of her clasping pussy.
The position put a terrific strain on Phil's calves. He jerked her legs up, tilting her body so that he could stand up straight. Gwen moaned. This way he didn't have to bend his knees to attain the right height to fuck her while she lay on the bed.
Her belly trembled as her ass hovered several inches off the mattress. He held her tightly, under her knees. The angle was different this way, and it felt good. His cock was now wedged tightly in her cunt. There was a lot of friction.
His fingers caressed the undersides of her thighs until, with both hands, he grasped the ripened globes of her ass. He squeezed and pressed, making her flinch and groan, jerking her up to meet each lunging drive he made into her cunt.
He staggered, tensing his back and exerting his muscles to maintain his footing, fucking her while holding the lower two-thirds of her body in the air. He lunged hard, crushing his hips between her thighs and striving to mash her pussy.
Gwen grunted and twisted and groaned as he jerked his hips from side to side, shaking her violently and fucking his prick in her.
He grinned. It felt good. The hot mouth of her pussy gripped him like the mouth of a starved child.
Her mouth was open. Her eyes stared glassily. Her body quivered with the strain, supported on her shoulders and his hands, which grasped beneath her knees.
His big, rigid cock shoved in and out of her, filling her belly like a mighty ramrod. The light glistened on her perspiration, flashed over the shimmering mounds of her tits as they slipped back and forth toward her face. Her pussy held his cock in a hot, vise-like grip. Her cunt trembled deliciously around the probing length.
The taut muscles of her belly rippled and tensed in a rising sexual storm. She grunted, moaning in pain. Breathing hard as he exerted his strength, Phil crammed her full of cock, then pulled it halfway out and rammed it back with a repeated meaty slap of groin and thigh against her cunt and uplifted ass.
Both of them were intensely aware of the throbbing of her warm cunt and his impaling shaft.
He raised her legs still more. She gasped, flopping on the bed, a helpless prisoner to the great length of rigid prick inside her pussy. He began pushing her thighs back down upon her.
He leaned forward. His hands went down again to the sweet cheeks of her ass. He pulled her toward him until only her torso lay on the bed. He stood close to its edge, his chest crushing her thighs against her tits until her face was framed between her knees.
Her cunt was turned into a long, tight tube. He achieved a depth of penetration that she had never felt before. She groaned, slapping her arms and hands against the sheets, staring fixedly up at him.
"Oh shit, it's a good fuck ... it's a good fuck!" he cried.
"Harder ... fuck harder!" Gwen was in heaven; she moaned and screamed with the pleasure that her young brother was giving her. She thrashed and tossed her head from side to side. She grabbed her tits and kneaded her hot, hard nipples.
The passion and pleasure became too great for her to endure. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her face twisted into a lustful smile, matching his own. Her body was tense and Phil could feel the walls of her pussy start to contract and milk his already dripping cock.
"Ohhhhhh, Phil, I love it ... I love your beautiful prick! You're such a fantastic lover! Fuck me, honey. ... fuck me! Fuck the living shit out of my cunt!"
At once she became a mad woman. Her straining legs climbed higher on his back. She spread them wider and used the strong muscles of her inner thighs to pull his cock into her cunt more deeply.
The room was suddenly filled with cries and groans. Echoing throughout was the rhythmic sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh. It grew louder each time his driving cock crashed into the split of her pussy.
Gwen's face became wildly contorted with lust and the joy of her approaching come. Her tongue seemed to thicken. Her tits seemed to swell in size as her nipples hardened.
"Oh, yes, yes ... YES!" she cried as her moment of ecstasy drew nearer and nearer. He felt her tightly locked cunt-lips begin to contract and then expand fiercely around his lunging cock as he fucked her harder and harder with each thrust.
"Oh, honey ... honey," she moaned.
"Yeah ... yeah?"
"You're driving me wild! Please, come! Come in me ... come with me!"
The impaling shaft of his cock fucked deeply into her eager cunt. She churned her pelvis, staring up at him as she writhed.
The hot channel of her pussy encased his prick in a moving, tight, elastic ring that strove to build the pressure in his loaded balls.
Her breathing was erratic. She was jerking, twitching, fucking the hard column of flesh deeper into her pussy.
"OH, PHIL, FUCK MEEE ... I'M COMMMINNNGGG!" she shrieked.
Her come seized and enveloped her. She was suddenly tossing and bucking and squirming, moaning out an orgasm.
Phil suddenly grunted and stiffened. His body shuddered helplessly atop hers. His creamy sperm shot wildly up into her hot pussy. She screamed and clasped him, pulling his full weight down onto her as his hot juice came boiling up from his cock. It jetted into her with a furious force.
* * *
They sucked and fucked each other all the rest of that week and on into the next. Then, finally, Thursday arrived.
"Don't come home for lunch today."
"Why?" He looked crestfallen.
"'Cause ... we'll save it up for tonight."
Her mother, as usual, went out to dinner with Danny that night. Gwen and Phil stayed awake in Gwen's bedroom waiting for them to return.
"Why can't we fuck now?" Phil insisted. "There's no one to catch us."
"You'll see."
An hour later, Gwen heard her mother and Danny come up the stairs and quietly walk down the hall to Marie's bedroom.
When Gwen was sure her mother wasn't going to look in on either her or Phil, she grabbed Phil's hand and pulled him toward the window.
"Where we goin'? "
"Out on the garage roof."
"Like this? Naked?"
"Nobody'll see us. C'mon."
She jerked him through the window and together they crawled out onto the low roof.
"What's this?"
"An old mattress. I brought it up from the garage this afternoon. lie down."
"Hey, that's Mom's bedroom!"
Gwen looked down at her brother, a fond, loving smile creasing her face.
"I know. Play with your cock and get it hard. This will be the best fuck we've ever had."
CHAPTER FIVE
Both of the teen-agers lay nude on the mattress, staring intently into their mother's bedroom. Marie lay on the wide bed, dressed in her sheerest, blue lace nightie.
"Jeez," Phil gasped.
"What's the matter?"
"You can see Mom's tits and her pussy right through that thing!"
"You're going to see a lot more of our self-righteous mother before the night's over," Gwen giggled.
"What do you mean?"
"Shhhhh ... here comes Doctor Dan!"
"What's he doin' in her room? Jeez ... he's naked!"
"Sshh!"
The door from the bathroom opened and Danny stepped out, his powerful body glistening with beads of water from his shower. He stood in the doorway, drying his body languidly with a thick towel. He glanced at Marie and smiled and the sight of her soft body, so clearly outlined by the nightie, and her radiant face, framed with shining blonde hair.
As Gwen watched them, she remembered the last time. She remembered Danny's head between her mother's open thighs, tongue-fucking her with complete and total abandon. It had been one of the most erotic sights she had ever seen, and the memory of it, combined with the lust-inciting vision of her mother's voluptuously curved body stretched lazily on the bed, made Gwen's cunt begin to stir and pulse with new life.
Danny set aside the towel, switched off the bathroom light, and moved across the carpeted floor towards the bed. Sitting next to Marie, he
turned off the small table lamp. Immediately the room was flooded with bright moonlight. He bent down and kissed Marie lightly on her full, red lips, and her eyes flew open.
"Leave the light on," Marie said.
"Why?"
"I want to watch your cock fuck me tonight."
He snapped the light back on.
"He's gonna fuck Mom!" Phil gasped.
"Of course he is, silly. Just be quiet and watch! The best part will be coming up soon!"
"I don't wanna watch."
"I'll let you fuck me in the ass-hole," Gwen said.
"What?"
"I said, you could fuck me in the ass-hole. After Danny and Mom start fucking, I'll lie here on my belly and you can crawl on my back and stick it in my ass-hole. Then we can watch them fuck while we fuck!"
"Wow."
Phil turned around and stared into the bedroom, starting to fist his prick in preparation.
"How do you want it tonight, honey?" Danny said, smiling at Marie and caressing a full, jutting breast through her nightie.
"Every way," she said. She ran her hands eagerly over his broad back and shoulders.
They lusted for each other and they showed it in the trembling desire that rippled through their bodies as they clung to each other.
Dan was eager to fuck her. He slipped his hands under the silky nightgown and ran his fingers up and down her creamy, tapered back.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, "you feel so soft and nice."
They kissed again, their bodies pressed tightly. They fell back on the wide bed, their hands hungrily exploring each other's throbbing bodies. For a moment, Danny moved away and quickly glanced down to admire the creamy whiteness of her skin and the familiar blonde hair and blue eyes that drove him wild with desire. Her large, firmly rounded tits gleamed provocatively in the bright fight, and as he watched, she cupped the smoothly rounded flesh in her hands, squeezing it softly, a warm smile playing on her ruby lips.
"My darling," she whispered. "Oh, darling!"
"Jeez ... look at 'em feel each other up," Phil gasped, totally caught up now by the scene taking place in the bedroom. His fist was stroking up and down the rigid length of his cock.
"Will you shut up and watch?"
Danny's hands trailed lovingly up her smooth leg until it reached the warm crevice between her thighs. At once she spread her legs wide, offering him her golden mound willingly. Deftly, he slipped his middle finger into the warm hole of her pussy and slowly snaked it up inside the gently pulsing passage, widening the muscles, moving deeper and deeper. At the same time he bent down and began to suck and nip at her rosy nipples.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed, as tingles of warmth washed over her body. "Ohhhhhh, Danny...."
She was consumed with pleasure as his finger slipped deeper into her cuntal sheath and his lips played teasingly with the hardening buds of her proud tits. She placed her hands between his legs and began to fondle his enormous cock, which throbbed achingly erect, hard as a rock.
Danny's lips roved hungrily over each of Marie's breasts. Each teasing little bite on her nipples and tits sent shivers of ecstasy through her body.
He increased the activity with his middle finger up between her gently parted thighs, lubricating her pussy. Marie responded fully by gripping his cock expertly so that he was growling passionately, eager to slip his mammoth prick into her tight cunt.
"Let me come into you," he breathed fervently. "Let me come into you!"
"Yessss!" she sighed. Immediately she lay back contentedly and spread her legs wide, inviting him to fuck her.
Deftly, he removed the top and the bottom to her blue nightie. "What do you want now, baby?" he teased.
"Your big, beautiful cock," Marie cooed. "I want you to fuck me with it!"
Gwen felt her cunt start to pour juice into the mattress beneath her as she watched her mother getting fucked. "Oh boy," she said, "he's really gonna fuck her tonight."
Danny positioned himself over Marie with great care. He placed his throbbing cock at the entrance of her pussy. Then, slowly, savoring every ripple of delight, he sank his lust-engorged prick into the wetly pulsing folds of her cunt. Marie groaned in ecstasy, stretching her luscious body sensually to receive him.
"Oooohhhh, you feel so good," she groaned. "Sooo gooood!"
His prick slid deeply into her cunt until the tip of his throbbing cockhead finally brushed against her spongy cervix, the contact sending an electrifying thrill through both of their bodies.
"I want to fuck you so bad, baby," he murmured hotly. "I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it!"
"Then do it, Danny. Sink your prick into me."
Phil was rubbing the wet head of his prick against his sister's naked thigh now. "God, he is going to fuck Mom, isn't he?"
"Sure he is," Gwen replied, gently rubbing her lust-aching nipples harder against the mattress.
"Can I fuck you now?"
"In a minute ... wait 'til they start."
In the bedroom, Danny was running the head of his cock up and down Marie's wet slit until his prick glistened with her juices.
"Ready?"
"Yessss, oh God, yes," she cried. "I've been ready! Fuck me good ... fuck me real good!"
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you, Marie honey. Your cunt's so good!"
"Yes ... oh yes, Danny," she groaned, raking his back with her nails. "Fuck me ... RAM IT INTO ME!"
Danny began to move his cock slowly in and out of her clutching pussy, his rock-hard prick moving snugly against the wet, tight walls of her cunt. He was shaken with excruciating delight as his prick slid into her warm pussy.
Teasingly, he pulled his cock out so that only the tip was concealed in her throbbing furrow. Then, with a groan, he plunged his cock in again deeply as Marie moaned in pleasure, pulling up her legs and wrapping them around his back, giving him full and total access to her pussy.
He moved his cock in and out of her, increasing his tempo as he went and Maria began to swing her pelvis back and forth in perfect rhythm to his strokes, her vaginal walls clutching hungrily at his lewdly pumping prick. Every muscle in her cunt was shimmering with delight. She was radiantly alive, deliriously happy.
Danny's body glistened. His balls slapped wetly against the flesh of her anal crack as he fucked her with total abandon. Marie's body was thrilled with wave upon wave of undulating ecstasy, and she moaned in delight, responding hotly to his every lunging stroke. She gazed happily into his eyes, enthralled to have his muscular, powerful cock slamming into her cunt. A broad smile broke out on her face as pleasure radiated all over her body.
"Ohhhhh, I love it ... I love you, Danny," Marie groaned, hunching her cunt up to meet his ramming dick. "Fuck me!"
Their bodies were now moving in swift, coordinated rhythms of passion. Gwen lay on her stomach, hands underneath her chin, and watched in rapture.
They were beautiful. Danny's body covered her mother's, but every once in a while Gwen could see his rigid cock as he pulled backward and then rammed it home again in the woman's slurping, spongy cunt.
Gwen was breathing hard, almost completely oblivious to her brother's naked body beside her. Then she felt Phil's cockhead throbbing between the tender cheeks of her ass. His hands reached beneath heir and kneaded her huge breasts.
"Aren't they beautiful? Isn't it exciting to watch people fuck?"
Phil grunted an affirmative answer and pushed his prick down between her thighs. The swollen head skimmed along the slit of her cunt, picking up moisture as he moved.
"Please ... let me watch."
"We can fuck while we watch. That'll make it all the more fun!"
Gwen smiled. In her mind she knew that would be the ultimate thrill. She spread her legs wide.
"Can I ... in the ass-hole, I mean?"
"Sure ... just so I can watch at the same time."
"Just relax, Sis," Phil groaned, dragging his juice-soaked cockhead back up and placing it at the entrance of her anal ring.
Gwen relaxed. She spread her legs and let the muscles of her cunt and her ass-hole relax. Through the window she could see the writhing bodies now moving swiftly in the heat of pure passion. She watched lasciviously as the sweat poured from their bodies. And, at the same time, Gwen felt the mounting pressure of her brother's cockhead as he pushed it against her ass-hole.
"Feel good?"
"It will," Gwen sighed. There was some pain, but she liked the feeling. And she could watch, watch to her heart's content as she got fucked.
Now she raised up a little so that Phil could run his hands beneath her and play with her tits. His hands roamed over the plump, ripened curves, cupping them in his hands, stroking her nipples until they stood out from the two rounded spheres as if they had a life of their own. He closed his eyes and shuddered.
"Now, Sis?"
"Yes, baby, now. Fuck me good and hard from behind! Hurry ... do it now, Phil. I can't wait any longer for your prick!"
"Owwwww. . . feels good sliding in."
"Push, Phil ... push."
Gwen's hands braced against the sides of the roof so that she had a good, clear view of what was going on inside the bedroom. Then she arched her back and lifted her naked, swaying ass cheeks up to his bobbing cock. She wiggled them tantalizingly, parting her legs at the same time so that he could see the opening of her seeping cunt.
Then she reached behind her, found his hugely erect cock and grasped it tightly. She guided it to her nakedly inviting buttocks and moved the lubricated head over each of her hotly quivering ass-cheeks.
Phil was totally enslaved by lust and her beauty now. Her hands and fingers were like red-hot pokers on his cock. She guided the pulsating head across her buttocks and positioned it at the sucking entrance to her ass-hole.
"Oh, God," Gwen moaned, her body consumed totally by the twin emotions of the sight before her and the feel of the cock-head trying to split her rectum for the second time. This time she would make sure he got it inside her.
She relaxed her ass-hole and pushed Phil's prickhead against it. "Cock me mow, Phil ... shove!"
He leaned forward, not taking his eyes off the fucking couple in the room, and ran his hands up and down his sister's throbbing thighs. At the same time, he jammed forward with his pulsing cock and slipped to his balls in her hot, tight ass. It was a wet, clasping passage. It felt like warm honey flowing in an unending stream over his lunging prick.
He withdrew until just the knob of his cock, with its red, flaring ridge, was visible between her supple buttocks.
"Good ... good," he mumbled.
"Then fuck it! Pound your cock into it, because it's ready for you! Fuck your cock in there!"
He suddenly shoved forward again, his mind out of control with desire. The full length and width of his heaving prick was hot and hard in her. Gwen felt a maddening ecstasy as she began to roll her buttocks back against his invading, driving cock.
'Oh shit,' Gwen thought, 'it's never been so good.'
There never had been a thrill like watching her mother's cunt get reamed and fucked by a big cock while her own ass-hole was being fed with another one.
She moaned as Phil's sweating thighs pressed firmly against her undulating, up-thrust ass-cheeks. All of his prick lay buried in the warm, wet sheath of her ass. He fucked into her in strokes that caused her body to vibrate with need and desire. The warm, stretched walls of her rectum clasped his cock like a fist.
Then Phil kissed the soft strands of her hair. His hands slid under her twisting body to cup and caress the dancing globes of her firm, taut tits. Gwen moaned softly, then took one of his hands and slid it down over her perspiring stomach to the wet curls of her pubic hair. She began to move his hand up and down, extending his middle finger so that it parted her straining pussy-lips and moved back and forth over her erect, throbbing clitoris as his cock pounded deep and hard into her ass-hole from behind.
And then Gwen's excitement rose yet another notch as the scene in the bedroom took on a drastic change.
Danny pulled his cock from Marie's pussy and turned her over. Now Gwen's mother was in exactly the same position as she was.
From behind, Danny parted the sparse blonde hair, exposing the narrow hair-lined slit. Marie moaned, her breath coming in short little gasps of ecstasy. He dropped between her legs, poised on all fours, and placed his hands against the warm, soft flesh of her inner thighs, gazing hungrily at the narrow furrow of her pussy.
Danny placed his thumbs in her ass-hole and spread it deliberately apart. Marie's eyes gleamed with lust and her mouth dripped saliva in anticipation of her lover's next move.
"Jeez," Phil gasped, still pumping his iron-hard cock into Gwen's anus. "He's gonna fuck Mom in the ass, just like I'm doin' to you!"
"Yeah ... I ... know," Gwen panted, reaching behind her and pulling on her brother's ass-cheeks. She wanted his prick all the way in her bowels.
Then Danny dropped his face to the wide split between Marie's delectable ass-cheeks. His tongue darted out and reamed its way up into her rear channel.
"OH SHIT!" Marie gasped. "Yesssss ... yessssss, tongue-fuck my ass-hole, Danny honey!"
"Mmmmmmm."
"Tongue-fuck it and get it ready for your prick!"
He tongued her harder and her body responded automatically, jerking spasmodically as his tongue slithered in and out of her hotly seeping ass, racing up into her receptive hole.
Marie twisted and turned beneath him, her face contorted with the most depraved pleasure, the most degraded expression Gwen had ever seen, as the man continued his tonguing of her trembling body. Now she was raising herself up to meet him, tangling his hair between her fingers, grasping it with all her strength to pull his face closer to her cunt.
His tongue darted again and she began to moan and whimper with pleasure as he licked the trembling length of the narrow furrow. Suddenly his chin found the pulsing button of her clitoris, and Gwen heard Marie's sharp whine of agonized joy.
"I'm gonna come ... you're gonna make me come this way!"
"Yeah ... yeah," Danny replied.
"Work on my pussy and give me your cock ... I can't wait to fuck ... gonna COME!"
Danny lowered his face a little from her ass-hole and started sucking and eating her pussy.
He, too, was screaming in pleasure as he ran his tongue around and around her clit.
He flicked his tongue deep inside her pussy, swirling it and probing it around the velvet-like walls, while her pussy alternately contracted and relaxed.
Suddenly, he flipped over. And then his body was beneath hers. His cock was right under her face. His head was still buried between her thighs and his lips made wild slurping, sucking sounds as he ate her cunt.
"Eat ... SUCK!" Marie cried, giving another whimper of mingled delight and agony. Then, in a frenzy, she clasped his rock-hard cock. Lewdly, obscenely, she drew the thick heavy foreskin back and forth, while he shivered with obvious excitement at her touch. Her own sharp, cat-like tongue darted out to lick at the pulsating, purplish head, to savor the drops of thick fluid oozing from his cock.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Oh, my God...." She ovaled her moist red lips, held them open, and waited with her eyes closed.
A moment later she took the rigid, jerking shaft deep into her mouth, sucking wildly at it, pulling it almost to the back of her throat, her cheeks inflating around it, then hollowing.
Danny continued to plunge his long, curling tongue deep into her seething, clasping vagina.
Then they were screaming, coming, their bodies wildly attached by tongues and lips.
Gwen knew her own come wouldn't be far behind her mother's. Phil's cock in her ass-hole and her fingers on her clit felt fantastic.
"Now ... now, Phil baby," Gwen cried. "Start fucking my ass-hole again ... harder, faster!"
Phil paused while watching Danny pour cum into his mother's face. Now he started banging his prick again into his sister's rear hole.
She bit her lower lip as his prick sank deep into the tightness of her bowels. She lurched wildly beneath him, wanting it all.
He began to fuck back and forth, his sperm-bloated balls smacking hard up against her cunt. An overwhelming sense of excitement spread through her body. She moved backward, arching her body, thrusting her buttocks upward and outward, rotating them in tiny, teasing circles, meeting his forward thrusts.
She knew that Phil was ready to come, ready to shoot his boiling sperm deep inside her. And yet he held back for a moment. He withdrew his lust-swollen prick almost to the huge, bulbous tip, then shoved it deep into her again with a loud groan.
It wouldn't be long now, Gwen knew. Soon, very soon, they would both erupt and pour out their juices of sex.
Phil fucked rhythmically in and out now, spearing into the soft, spongy depths of her anus, lunging with long, smooth strokes, pulling out with tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh clinging to his cock. His body jerked and quivered, and then with a sudden. spurt, his white hot sperm gushed forth in a torrent into her clasping rectum.
Gwen bucked furiously back to meet his violently thrusting movements, and then she groaned as she felt the boiling male cum fill her throbbing little passage. It splashed back out again, around his wildly driving prick, running down the crevice between her wide-split buttocks. Then she felt his final withdrawal as he pulled his now-softening cock from her ass-hole with a slight sucking sound.
Phil rolled away from her and lay by her side.. "Jeez ... I never fucked like that before."
Something hit Gwen. The way he said it. She turned to face him. She suddenly realized that she had never asked him something.
"Phil.. "
"Yeah?"
"I never asked you before, but ... have you ever fucked another girl besides me?"
His face suddenly got very red.
"Well...."
"C'mon ... you can tell me."
"Yeah ... I did, once ... kind of."
"C'mon ... let's go back to my room. I want to hear all about it. That might be almost as good as watching!"
CHAPTER SIX
It had happened the previous year. Her name was Sally, and Phil had a crush on her. She was a lot older, not as old as Gwen, but older than Phil. He would hang around the school and wait for her to come out. Then he would follow her home.
Pretty soon it got so bad that he started going to her house at night and watching her through the windows before she went to bed.
Every night that Phil went to Sally's house and watched would be a repetition of the last. But he never grew tired of it.
With her parents still in the living room, Sally would enter her bedroom. She would sit in front of her mirror, opposite the bed, and brush her hair. When she had finished with that, she would undress. First she would remove her shoes. Then she would lift her skirt and peel down her pantyhose.
Her legs were long and well-tanned. And when Phil would get that brief glance of her perfect thighs all the way up to her ass crack, his cock would start to rise.
His breath came in long gasps as he watched her unbutton her blouse and then slide it off her shoulders. She never wore a bra. Sally's melon-shaped breasts were heavy, but firm. When the blouse was hung up in the closet she would unzip the skirt and let it fall to the floor.
This is where Phil, standing outside the window, would take his prick out of his pants and start playing with it. Through the filmy, flesh-colored material of her brief panties, he could see the black triangle of her cunt hair as it dipped down toward her ass cheeks between her thighs.
Then Sally would study herself again in the mirror. She ran her hands along the sensuous swells of her hips and up over the flat plane of her belly to the generous fullness of her tits. She cupped her tits with both hands and squeezed her nipples.
Then she would lie down on the bed and play with her pussy until she came. Every night during the week it was the same. But on Fridays and Saturday nights, Sally would always be gone. Phil had heard that she belonged to some kind of a club, but he didn't know what it was. Anyway, he figured that's where she was on Friday and Saturday nights; at her club.
Night after night, week after week, Phil followed her around and watched her fuck herself through the window. Often he wanted to tap on the pane and tell her that he would fuck her with his cock so she wouldn't have to use her fingers. But he never did. He was scared she would think he was just some smart-assed little kid.
Then one Saturday he ran into Sally in the drug store where all the high school kids hung out.
And, wonder of wonders, she spoke to him.
"Hello, Phil."
"Uh ... uh ... hi."
He was actually talking to her, and she to him. It was too good to be true. He looked at her with different eyes. God, she had to be the most beautiful girl in school. Maybe she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
But why was she talking to him? Did she suspect him? Did she know that he watched her every night through the slats in her blinds?
She always went out with the most handsome guys in school, all the football players. He heard she went down for everyone, but he didn't believe that. She was too beautiful.
"Phil, why don't you go for a walk with me?" Sally said.
He looked at her in surprise. What was she doing? She'd never spoken to him before, never even given him a second look. She'd walk down the halls with her nose in the air. But it was such a beautiful nose. He wondered if what all the guys said was true.
He looked at her. He liked to watch her as she walked. The way her big tits jiggled up and down. He got little tingles of pleasure as he watched them move, up and down, back and forth, as she walked.
The thought came to him that maybe, just maybe, she would let him fuck her. He imagined what it would be like to take her in his arms and kiss her. He knew that he could really show her what sex was like. Sure he could. But he was afraid to ask her for a date. All the girls in his class laughed at him, he knew, behind his back. All except Molly, but nobody wanted to go out with her either. One time he'd gotten up the courage to ask Molly out and she'd gone with him.
That date stuck in his mind. They'd gone to the movies and then walked out to a park where all the guys took their dates. They sat on a bench in a dark place of the park and held hands. He had to get up the courage to kiss her, and when he finally did, he only got slapped for his troubles. Molly's mother was very strict, and so was Molly.
Ever since then, he'd been afraid to ask anyone for a date, and now Sally was actually talking to him. Sally with the beautiful tits. Sally with the smooth thighs and the curving buttocks. Sally who wandered siren-like through his dreams and who filled his evening fantasies.
"C'mon, Phil ... I know a place."
He walked with her. He watched her. She walked slowly. Her breasts going up and down, up and down, her thighs pumping seductively beneath her dress, inviting him.
As they left the drugstore, Phil felt the stares of the other boys on his back and the surprised amazement of the girls as they stood around the counter.
Someone yelled out something about Sally deciding to rock the cradle. But Sally looked back angrily and the voice fell silent.
In the few days before Phil had met Sally on that Saturday night, he had heard more about the club that she belonged to. He had even heard that it was supposed to be a sex club. It met every Friday and Saturday night in Buddy Williams' basement.
But Phil didn't believe it.
Sally couldn't belong to a club like that; she was too perfect, too good for them. He had heard about the orgies that went on there, about the dirty movies and the strange things. He heard they sometimes lured innocent kids in. But not Sally, she wouldn't do anything like that.
They walked along quietly for a while, not speaking, just looking at each other now and then. He was glad she didn't talk, because he didn't think he'd be able to say anything anyway.
"Phil, would you like to come over to my house?" she said finally. "My parents aren't home, and we can have the whole house free."
"Uh ... okay," Phil choked.
Over to her house. Alone with Sally Gibson! That would be great, great! He tried to imagine what he would do if she were his favorite movie star. He'd seduce her.
He tried to picture what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her breasts, to run his hands over those magnificent thighs. But he couldn't. He just couldn't, because he'd never done anything like that before. But he wanted to, very much.
They finally got to Sally's house. Inside it was dark and warm. The curtains were drawn and the lights were out. Sally led him to the sofa and they sat down.
"It was very nice of you to have me over," Phil started to say.
But he never finished.
Suddenly she was upon him, touching him, pressing her mouth against his, running her hands through his hair.
"Oh, Phil, you stupid little kid," she said, panting. "Give it to me. Give it to me! Show me what you can do!" She kissed him again and touched his cock.
He was taken completely by surprise. He didn't believe what was happening. Things like this just didn't happen, not to him. Not to anybody. Yet, here it was. A passionate girl was running her hands all over his body, pulling at his clothes, while she moved her luscious body against his.
Phil didn't know what to do. "Stop it, Sally," he cried. "Please, stop!"
But he knew he didn't want her to stop. He wanted to see her tits, he wanted to touch her legs and hold her in his arms. But he was afraid.
Afraid and ashamed.
He didn't want her to see his thin body; he was ashamed of the way his ribs stood out. Some things he didn't have to be ashamed of, but he didn't realize Sally was interested in that ... yet.
But he soon discovered she was.
He felt her mouth on his, pressing, hot, vibrant; her body lustful and warm against his. He put his arms around her body gingerly, and tried to respond to her kisses, tried to show her that he, too, knew what love was, but he was clumsy.
"Sally, Sally," he mumbled.
But she didn't hear him. She was breathing hard. She called him, called his name, said obscene things at him and laughed as he tried to do things to her. She tore at his clothes.
"What do you want, Sally?" he finally cried out in confusion.
"I want your cock, silly. I want you to fuck me!"
She lay back on the sofa. "Undress me, Phil ... hurry! Don't be such a little kid. Take my fucking clothes off!"
With burning fingers he undid the buttons on her blouse. Slowly, the creamy fullness of her tits came into view. Even lying on her back, they bulged tautly above the cups of her lacy bra.
The blouse was open. He could see the bumps of her nipples where they protruded against the thin material. Jesus, he thought, her tits were big. Lots bigger than his sister's. He gently settled a hand over one tit where it rose and fell above her bra. His cock leaped in his tight pants. It was so soft, so inviting. Her tit was even bigger in his hand than it had seemed when he looked at it through her window.
"Go on," Sally urged. "Don't stop there!"
His fingers trailed down the skin of her belly and over to her hip. He found the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down. The skirt parted to the hip. Beneath it there was only skin.
No panties; she wasn't wearing any panties! Phil's mouth went dry. If he lifted the edge of her skirt ever so slightly, he could see her hairs. His cock thumped as he pulled the skirt down and lifted it.
Her pussy hair was black. It was curly and thick and beautiful.
She moaned and rolled over. He fell to his knees beside her. If she looked, she would see his hard-on. Her perspiring face was only inches from his face.
He moved around to the other side and undid the bra. Then he slipped both blouse and bra off one arm. He groaned and clutched his aching cock as her two, swollen, dark-tipped tits jiggled before his eyes.
Gently, he slid the garments off her other arm and dropped them to the floor. Now there was only the skirt. He pulled and tugged until she was totally naked.
It was too much to bear. His cock was painful, throbbing with a dull ache in his pants. He unzipped his fly and pulled it into freedom. The throbbing head was dripping with seminal fluid as he moved his hand back and forth over the shaft.
His eyes took in the full-figured beauty of Sally's naked body. The lovely girl was resting on her back, one knee slightly bent, the full wonder of her pussy gaping slightly open for his burning young eyes.
She looked up at him. "Well? Aren't you going to fuck me?"
"Uh ... yeah."
"Take all your clothes off, too."
Phil tore at his clothes until he was naked. Then he was squatting between her legs, his eyes on the pulsing lips of her pussy and his hand on his throbbing cock.
Without warning, Sally grabbed his dick and pulled him to her. At the same time she wrapped her legs around his frail body. Teasingly, she slid the blood-gorged head of his prick up and down her slit, flooding it with her profusely flowing juices. Then she dipped it into the heated entrance of her wet, fleshy hole.
Phil cried out in joy as he felt the soft lips caress his prick. "Oh ... oh ... oh, Sally, wonderful ... it feels so wonderful!"
"Now push ... slide your prick into me!"
Slowly, he shoved forward with his hips. His fleshy, muscular prick parted her cunt and entered easily. She was wet and dilated. But, to his surprise, he could feel her cunt. He was big enough to fuck her ... perhaps he was big enough to give her a searing climax with his cock!
"Fuck me ... fuck my pussy, little boy. Fuck me and you won't be a virgin little boy any more!"
As he started fucking her, Phil felt his balls slap against her upturned anus. It was thrilling. His youthful cries of joy echoed through the room as his hotly throbbing shaft bored into her pussy. Her hips raised and she started fucking him back.
"I'm fucking ... I'm fucking you!" he gasped.
"Yes, baby, yes...." she cried. "Fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEE!"
Her seething cuntal walls responded to every pulsing vein and ridge in his driving young hunk of meat. She whimpered, breathing into his ear, as his cock wormed its full length inside her cunt. She cried out, not because it hurt her, but because she could feel it, all of it, and it felt so good.
"Can I make you come?" he asked. "Can I make you come with my prick?"
Her only answer was a moan and a squeeze of her naked ass-cheeks as she sought to heighten both their thrills.
"I'm gonna do it!" the boy shouted. "I'm comin' ... I can't stop it!"
"Go ... go ahead, come ... COME!" Sally shouted. "Give me your juice ... pour it into me!"
The boy's cock began jerking wildly. He threw his head back and began slamming his juice-soaked prick into her clasping hole. He did it with such force that her body was jolted back and forth. Lust overcame both their bodies.
"There ... there it is!" Phil shouted.
Suddenly there were more hands, and voices, and laughter. He felt himself being torn away from her and saw someone replace him. He was knocked roughly on the floor. He saw other bodies around him in the darkness and he recognized some of the members of his class.
Suddenly the truth dawned. They had been watching him. It was all a trick, and now they were bored and through with him. It was all over. He had been a game for the club, and Sally was part of it, after all. He sat there amid the moving bodies and the sighs of passion and fought back the tears. He scrambled around till he found his clothes, then wandered dazedly, still half-dressed, out into the street.
* * *
"Jesus, what a cunt-bitch," Gwen said, when he had finished his story.
"Not really, I guess. It sure served to grow me up anyway. After that, I knew what fucking was all about."
"Did you ever go back?"
"Sure," Phil replied. "I went back a couple of times and watched through the windows. The club still meets. On Friday nights they put on shows for each other, and on Saturday nights they initiate new members or do to somebody what they did to me."
He paused and, in the pale light from the window, Gwen saw a frown cross his face.
"Gwen?"
"Yeah?"
"Talkin' about it made me hot again. I got a hard-on. Can we do something?"
"Oh, baby, you know we can," Gwen giggled.
Seeing his cock rising in pulsing hardness above his sparse pubic hair made her clit pulse and throb and her cunt walls ooze with sex juice. She wanted his cock right then; wanted it just as much as he wanted to give it to her.
Without saying a word, she rolled across the bed until her face was right beside his crotch. She nuzzled his wet cockhead with her lips.
"What you gonna do?"
"Suck it," Gwen crooned. "I'm gonna suck your dick just like Mom sucked Danny's.
"Jeez."
Gwen pressed her lips against her brother's balls. She sucked on them and then kissed them passionately. Phil lay there, trembling. He loved the touch of her lips and tongue on his cock and balls.
While she played with them, Gwen moved her own hands between her thighs to claw at her seething pussy. She wormed two fingers into the hole of her cunt and caressed the slick walls.
"Owwww ... OHHHHH. . . shit, Sis! That feels so goooood!"
"Mmmmmmmmnnnnnn."
"My cock and my balls feel so good in your mouth!"
She licked the shaft of his prick, the wet tip of her tongue moving up and down the hard prick, costing it with her saliva until it glistened.
"Yeah ... yessss, Sis ... now suck it! SUCK IT!"
Gwen started to concentrate her licking on the trembling knob of her little brother's prick. Soon he was rocking his legs, trying to get it in her mouth. She rolled her head around and saw that he was panting with lust, his eyes opened wide and glazed with heated desire.
"Don't ... don't play with it any more ... please, Sis! Eat it! Suck my cock!"
Her tongue teased his cockhead a little longer, then she opened her lips and slipped it deep into her mouth. At the same time, Phil lunged with his hips and sent his plunging prick into her throat.
Gwen's lips pressed harder and harder against his tingling cock. Her fingers were gliding back and forth on her clit; her pussy felt like it was on fire.
She slide her lips down his prick, impaling the length of his shaft in her mouth, making it almost impossible to breathe. The discomfort was nothing compared to the sensation of having her whole mouth filled with her brother's cock.
Suddenly, Phil's cock stiffened, and she sensed he was about to shoot. She pressed her fingers against her throbbing clit. At that instant, his prick started jerking in her mouth, sending glob after gob of cum gushing into her throat while her own can't creamed and her fingers clawed as she throbbed through a climax of her own.
"Give it to me, darling! Give me your hard come!" she gurgled around his shooting shaft.
He was doing just that, picking up speed, ramming his prick faster and deeper inside her mouth.
"Mmmmmm! MMMMMM!" she grunted. Her shoulders rocked from side to side as she became more and more excited. And she couldn't leave her clit alone. It was already so swollen it felt like it had been stung by bees, and it was getting bigger every second.
Then Phil shoved in really hard, his cock gushing jizz deep into her steamy mouth while she came, and came, and came, her body shaking and trembling with the force of it.
"Oh! Oh! OHHHHH!" she groaned as she felt all her fuck energy release at once. And still Phil was shooting and shooting. Then her pussy finally quieted.
"What did you do with it?" he asked, as she finally let his prick slip from her mouth.
"I swallowed it."
"REALLY?"
"Yummy good...." she giggled. I loved it."
"What's it taste like?"
"I'll show you sometime."
"How?" he asked.
"Never mind ... but I'll show you. Listen, Phil. You know tomorrow is Friday."
"Yeah?"
"Well, you know what I'd really like to do tomorrow night?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Phil knew exactly what part of the house to go to, what window to look for, and how to get there. He had found out that afternoon that the meeting, or party, was going to be in Harry Andrews' basement. Evidently his parents were out of town for the weekend.
Now they were both hunkered outside the window, waiting with baited breath for something to happen.
"Tonight is show night, see," Phil told his sister.
"What does that mean?"
"Well, two or three of them will put on a kind of sex show for everybody else. It gets everybody in the mood, I guess. And then by the time the show's almost over, everybody's naked, rolling around the room, fucking."
Gwen thought it was wild. She squeezed her tits in anticipation. She figured that if she could get her kicks watching just one couple fuck, then it would be ten times better watching a whole group fuck and suck each other.
"Shhhh ... there's something gonna happen," Phil said, pointing to the far end of the room where two huge beds had been pushed together.
The room was so dim that Gwen could hardly make out a thing. But then an eerie, blue light came on. A second later two tall beautiful girls walked into the light. They were both about fifteen or sixteen years old, and beautifully proportioned, with full, bouncy tits, wide hips, and flaring thighs.
One was a blonde and the other a dark brunette, with olive skin that had gotten even darker from an all-over tan.
"The girl on the right ... with the black hair and the dark pussy ... that's Sally!"
"I can see why you wanted to fuck her," Gwen said, matter-of-factly. "She's really beautiful."
"I hate her," Phil hissed, and then had to giggle when he thought about it. "But I got to laugh now."
"Why?"
"'Cause you're ten times the better fuck than she was."
Gwen reached over and squeezed his cock. It was already hard, and it throbbed with a life of its own in her hand.
"Who's the other girl ... the blonde?"
"Her name's Fay. She's a cheerleader. They say that one night after a football game she sucked off the whole team on a bus coming back from the game."
"My God!" Gwen gasped. She started to say something else, but now the two girls were moving and all of her attention was directed to the strange scene on the bed in the basement.
The girls were on the bed, facing each other. Their tits almost touched as they began fingering each other's pussy. Then Sally grabbed one of the blonde's pendulous tits and lifted it toward her lips. It was all she could do to hold one of the blonde's big tits in both hands. She tongued and sucked on the nipple until it was rigid, and then she shifted to the other tit and performed the same action.
The blonde moaned louder as Sally continued to squeeze and suck her tits. When she was fully aroused, Sally stood on the bed in front of her and, squatting, she moved her dark-haired cunt right into Fay's face.
"Eeeeeck!" Gwen gasped. "What are they doing?"
"It ... looks ... like ... they're gonna eat each other," Phil panted, struggling with his zipper and bringing his cock into the open so his sister could play with it.
"I never...."
"Ain't you ever heard of two girls makin' it with each other?" Phil said, placing her hand back on his prick.
"Yeah ... but ... wow." Instinctively, she closed her hand around his cock and felt her pussy start to flood with juice. She had never thought of making it with another girl, of eating a pussy. But the more she watched and the more she thought about it, the more the idea intrigued her.
Back on the bed, the girl called Fay was eating and sucking Sally's ripe cunt lovingly.
At the same time, she angled her hands around and spread the girl's ass-cheeks. With her tongue beating a steady rhythm on the brunette's cunt, she inserted two fingers into her ass-hole and fucked her with the same rhythm from behind.
In no time, Sally was gasping and her hips were driving her cunt over the tongue and backward to spear her ass-hole with the fingers.
The juices quickly started flowing in thick streams from her pussy. Fay's face was glistening and sticky with them as Sally held her by the head and moved the flowing lips of her cunt all over her face.
"Now ... yessss, NOW!" Sally cried, failing to her back on the bed.
Fay's head was between her thighs, the blonde's tongue spearing like a red-tipped serpent's tongue into the dark, furry nest of Sally's pussy.
"Tongue it ... yes, tongue it ... get it ready for a cock!" Sally cried, her feet shaking high in the air over Fay's shoulders.
Then, still tonguing her clit, Fay shoved her fist up Sally's cunt. Gwen could see the fingers split the dark furrow, see the vaginal walls spread and the juices flow down between the brunette's quivering ass-cheeks.
Fay fucked Sally's cunt with the fingers of one hand. She held her other hand up, above her head, and balled it into a fist. The rest of the kids in the basement groaned and there was a general chorus of: "Yes ... yes!"
"What now?" Gwen asked Phil.
"I think she's gonna fuck her with her whole fist," he answered, humping his cock into Gwen's hand as best he could in his awkward, squatting
position.
Fay fucked the four fingers of her right hand into the cunt for a little while longer, and then pulled them out. Then her left hand came into play.
Sally screamed as Fay's fist reamed up inside her. But it seemed to be a scream of passion, not pain. At last the blonde's fist was in the other girl's cunt up to the wrist.
Then Sally rocked her body until she was standing. The blonde rolled beneath her, with her arm extended straight up into the girl's pussy like a giant cock.
Sally's face was contorted in passion as she parted her thighs and started down on her arm. Farther and farther she lowered herself, until half her forearm was impaled in the gaping wound of her cunt.
Then she fucked herself on it. Up, down, up, down, she drove her pussy on the stiff, impaling arm. She leaned forward on every downstroke so that her clitoris mashed against the forearm, bringing even more rapture to her face.
Then she screamed louder than ever and brought her knees up to her chest. Her whole weight was resting on the arm that was nearly to the elbow in her cunt, and she was coming.
Long streams of her pussy juice flowed down the blonde's arm. On and on went her climax until, at last, she sagged as if in a faint. The blonde gently let her down on the edge of the bed and slowly disengaged her arm and then her fist.
Fay smiled broadly and licked the pussy juice from her arm, hand and fingers.
Then she lay down and lifted her legs high into the air. She spread her thighs as far as possible and clawed at the lips of her pussy until the rare red meat of her inner vulva was visible.
"Now me. . . now fuck and suck me ... do it to meeeee!" she screamed, her head moving back and forth on the pillow and her hips hunching into the air, trying to find a lover for her gaping cunt.
Then Sally seemed to revive. She was on Fay, kissing her. Then she was running her hands over the soft flesh of Fay's body, stroking it gently, loving it. Her fingertips began to massage the two tiny buds of Fay's nipples, teasing them until they sprang into erection.
Phil stared open-mouthed, thrills of excitement beginning to stir in his loins. He wished to hell he were in the room, doing that to the girl lying there. He could almost feel her soft skin beneath his fingers as he cupped those marvelous mounds of soft white flesh.
Jeez, he'd like to suck them, to take those hard little buttons right inside his mouth, swirl his tongue around them, fasten his teeth into them, too. The thought made his cock lurch and jerk, made his balls ache. He glanced down.
Gwen had quit playing with his cock. She had her hands down in the front of her slacks, playing with her pussy.
"Let me fuck you while we watch," he whispered.
"No ... they're liable to hear us. And, besides, I've got slacks on. It would be too awkward. I'll wear a skirt tomorrow night."
Phil bit his lip in frustration, but he returned his gaze to the bed and started pumping on his prick.
They watched a little longer as Sally ate Fay's pussy until the brunette came, screaming and gushing her honeyed juices into Sally's mouth.
"God, I can't take it any more ... I got to fuck you, Sis."
"Yeah, I know ... me too. C'mon. Let's go home. We can come back again tomorrow night and see what happens."
All the way home Gwen thought about eating another girl's pussy.
Little did she know that there would be no returning the following night.
They quietly entered the house and padded their way upstairs.
"Let's fuck in your room so Mom won't hear us," Gwen said.
By the time they got into the room, they were still hot but somewhat calmed down. At least enough so they could take their time undressing each other.
"Hey," Phil said suddenly, "you wanna smoke?"
"What?"
"Yeah. They say it makes it even better. I got two sticks of pot."
God, Gwen thought, her little brother got around more than she did!
"Okay," she said.
She accepted the cigarette Phil held out to her.
He lit it for her, and she inhaled, tasting the sweet smoke that swirled in her lungs, and then began to cough. "It's strong, isn't it," she said.
"It's different," Phil answered. "Be careful at first. Don't drag too deep on it."
She inhaled again, more carefully this time. It was strange, she thought, the feeling that began to creep over her. Somehow she was more relaxed than she had been in a long time, more at ease. She took another drag, and now she began to feel good all over. Nothing seemed to matter any more. Everything was good and beautiful. She began to notice things she hadn't ever noticed before ... to see everything more clearly. An expression of contentment seemed to settle on her face.
"You like it," Phil said, leaning over and starting to remove her clothes.
"Yeah," Gwen said. "It feels funny."
"But it really does things."
"Yeah."
"C'mon ... let's take our clothes off and fuck." Phil seemed different. He seemed older and stronger, more in command.
Then they were both on the bed, tearing at each other's clothes.
"Your cock ... I ... I want to see your cock, baby," Gwen panted, her eyes rolling. She grabbed his throbbing prick almost violently and ripped his belt open and pulled the zipper on his pants down. They knelt, facing each other, their bodies trembling.
"Let me see your pussy, too."
Gwen pulled her slacks and panties off one leg and spread her thighs wide. The mat of curly cunt hair split enough so he could see the moist pink slit of her cunt.
She bent his cock toward her waiting pussy. "Honey," she moaned in joy, spittle forming on the corners of her mouth as she drooled over his cock, "your cock seems even bigger and harder than before!"
"I know," he said. "It's weird. Maybe what they say about pot and sex is for real. Maybe it really is better when you smoke first."
"Oh ... I want it. I want my little brother's big cock up inside my pussy. I want to feel it when you shoot your juice up my hole!"
"Oh God ... your tits even feel bigger ... harder."
He pushed her back to the bed. Her knees fell apart, her thighs opening for his weight to settle between them.
She looked at him. "Shouldn't we take all our clothes off first?"
"Fuck it," he replied.
Her lips were parted as she shut her eyes, seeing nothing but the huge head of his cock clutched in her hands. Then he growled like an animal as she prodded the oozing slit of her cunt with the rubbery head of his prick.
He wanted to lunge, balls deep, into her soft flesh and, feel the milking, sucking tug he knew her cunt was capable of performing on his prick, but her hold was strong as she continued to tease them both.
"Easy ... easy, Phil, baby," she cooed. "Enjoy it ... nice and easy."
Her hot thighs teased his hips as he reached down and pushed his pants to his knees. The head of his cock nestled wetly just inside the syrupy lips of her cunt.
"Now," she said, "but easy. Let me enjoy your cock as it slips in."
He held his lust in cheek and hunched gently with his hips, slipping the head of his cock into the hole until it held fast. She gasped, released his prick, then placed her hands on his buttocks. With the gentle pressure of her hands, she urged him into the silken, steaming folds of her cunt.
Gently, they fucked each other back and forth, letting the pot combine with the feelings and the smells of sex to build their passions to an eruption.
"Ohhh, it feels so good, Phil. Your prick feels so good!"
"So does your pussy," he sighed. "Lift your ass just a little higher. There ... oh shit, fuck, piss ... that feels so fucking good!"
She threw her thighs around his hips and rocked her cunt upward with grunting, juicy abandon. Her sheath slithered again and again over the probing hardness of his throbbing cock.
Her cunt nibbled and sucked on his hardness. She writhed her ass as her arms folded around his neck. Her thighs clasped his driving buttocks like a vise. Her wet mouth nibbled at his neck as her hands flew up and down his back.
"Oh, Jesus ... you fuck good, little brother," she gasped. "Now fuck your heart out ... give me all you've got, and don't spare the horses!"
Phil went to work as best he knew how. He gave her a slow in-and-out treatment until the two of them were gasping with lust, then he increased his pace.
She ran her hands down and worked her fingers over his muscular buttocks. Finally she ran one finger into his ass-hole and began slowly working it in and out.
Phil panted. "Jeez! I've never had that done to me before! it feels great!"
"Keep fucking, honey, Don't quit till I tell you to." She took hold of his lower lip with her mouth and began chewing on it while she continued reaming his rear hole.
He grabbed her hair with both hands and held on tight. He shoved his iron-hard prick into her as far as he could, and rammed his crotch against her soft, fuzzy hair.
"I gotta love you, Gwen," he whispered. "I gotta love you ... forever!"
"FUCK!" Gwen screamed, completely forgetting that her mother might be awake, just two doors down the hall. "FUCK MEEEE!"
Phil's mind was going crazy as he sank his cock deeply into her fuck hole. He grabbed her hips and began a furious thrusting of his hard meat into the sucking length of her velvet tunnel.
He seared the walls of her pussy as her cunt, in turn, stripped his hammering cock. She screamed in bliss and joy as she came. The heat of her clasping cunt brought on his first come. His balls spat the hot fluid into her cunt, forcing his sticky fluid clear to her womb.
And still they fucked. It was a new world of sex for both of them. It felt as though her cunt would never get enough and his cock would never be slack. Her cunt was making wild, shaping noises with each lunge of his battering prick. He poured a second load into her and still they fucked.
Now they were both screaming at the top of their lungs, completely oblivious to where they were.
Just as Phil shot another hot load of his gooey spunk into his sister's pussy, he heard the voice and felt the sting of a leather belt across his naked buttocks.
"Filthy ... you're both rotten! Incest ... that's what it is ... incest!"
Gwen felt Phil's cock leave her cunt. She managed to right her way slowly up from the depths of sexual oblivion. When the belt struck her across the belly and then her tits, she opened her eyes wide.
Her mother's angry face was above her. Gwen barely managed to roll out of the way before the belt came down again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gwen sat on a bench in front of the bus station. She had to concentrate. But no matter how she tried, she couldn't block the last two hours out of her mind.
Her mother had gone insane. She was like a wild woman. For the first twenty minutes after she had caught them fucking, Gwen was sure that she
would kill one or both of them.
Finally they had managed to get her calmed down, but then a shouting match erupted between Gwen and her mother. It eventually came to the point where Gwen lost control. She called her mother a sexual hypocrite and told her all about seeing her and Danny through the bedroom window.
In retaliation, Marie said that at least Danny was honest. She contended that he loved her and would get a divorce from his wife and marry her.
To that, Gwen had said, "Bullshit." Marie told her to pack and get out of the house within the hour.
Gwen had walked all the way to the bus depot, carrying her single bag. And now she sat wondering what she would do in New York once she got there. She could probably get a job in one of the hospitals, but she knew that wouldn't give her enough money to finish school.
She was about to start crying again when a car stopped in front of her and a familiar voice called her name.
The car was long and black. The window nearest her hissed down automatically and the driver was staring at her.
"What are you doing down here?"
It was Danny.
"I ... I'm going down to New York for a few days. I'm waiting for the bus."
"Well, get in then. I'm going into the city for a couple of days myself. I'll give you a ride."
There was a warning in the back of Gwen's mind. Then the warning turned into an idea. She got into the car. It smelled of leather and clean oil. She looked at Danny.
"Your mother should have told me you were going into the city. She knows I would have given you a ride."
Gwen couldn't resist her answer. "Maybe she couldn't trust us together."
"Huh ... why?"
"'Cause she knows how much both of us like to fuck."
* * *
The motel-room door had barely closed behind them when Danny pulled her to him, and his mouth closed over hers. His tongue dipped deeply into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
As he kissed her, Gwen thought it wouldn't be so bad after all. Danny was a man, a man who had been with a lot of women. And he would be able to truly satisfy her like a man. Then there was the other reason she had let him talk her into the motel; but that would come later.
He was running his hands up and down her body, beneath her dress. They slid across the jutting points of her tits to her narrow waist.
Then he sat on the bed and deftly undressed her. Her clothes quickly made a pile on the floor, and for the first time since she had agreed to come to the motel and fuck him, Gwen felt nervous.
Danny sucked in his breath as he stared at her voluptuous body, completely naked now. God, she was gorgeous. He'd known she would be ... but he hadn't really expected anything quite like this.
"Jesus, I just knew you'd look like this naked."
"You like my body?" she smiled, cupping her tits into two, huge conical mounds with her hands.
"You're beautiful," he hissed. "Every time I came over to fuck your mother I would think how nice it would be to pour my cock into you."
"You think I'm more beautiful than she is?" Gwen said, squatting and spreading her thighs so he could see the pink lips of her pussy.
"Much. And I'll bet you fuck better, too."
Her tits were magnificent, erect and full, their ruby-like nipples distended at the tips. The voluptuous curves of her body were absolutely breathtaking. He let out his breath with a soft, low whistle. "Dear God," he whispered. "You're beautiful. Just beautiful!"
Gwen's mind was reeling. She was standing naked in a motel room with an older, naked man. And that man was married, and her mother's lover!
It made her feel like a whore ... and yet the thought of what he had said, the knowledge of what he was about to do, sent her soaring off into space. She nodded her head, feeling a little foolish. "What do you want to do with me?"
"Everything, baby ... I don't want to leave a fucking thing out."
He took her by the hand and led her across the room. There was a large chair there, a velvet-covered easy chair, and he sank down into it, pushing Gwen to her knees at the same time.
"Come here," he said, straightening his legs and spreading them apart.
She hesitated a moment, not quite understanding. But then he slid down in the chair so that just his buttocks rested on the edge of it, and she, still kneeling, swiveled towards him. He caught her and pulled her between his knees, then tangled his hands in the silky strands of her shoulder-length hair.
He pulled her face down, and at the same time ground his steaming loins up against it so that she could feel the throbbing hardness of his already erect prick.
"Like that?" he asked lewdly. "You go for that, kid?"
Gwen looked up at him and smiled. "It's a prick, isn't it? It shoots cum into a mouth, or a pussy, or an ass-hole, doesn't it? Of course, I like it."
"Ohhhhh, honey ... are we gonna have some fun tonight."
He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his cock, at the same time pulling back the thick foreskin so that the bulbous, purplish head popped out. Then his hands were at her lips, opening her mouth.
"Come on, kid," he urged. "Let's see you open wide!"
Once again, Gwen did as she was told, and then she felt the hard, hot flesh of his lust-engorged cock rubbing lightly across her teeth. A moment later she felt the thick pole of flesh rammed forward into her mouth. The giant head slid wetly in, while tiny drops of his male fluid spilled out to fill the warm cavern of her mouth.
His cock was enormous. It was much longer and a lot thicker than either her ex-boyfriend's or her brother's. She wasn't sure she could suck it all into her throat, as she had Phil's, without choking. It was obvious, though, that sucking his big hunk of meat all the way was exactly what Danny had in mind.
He began to undulate his hips slowly as he sat on the chair, sending his rigid cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He twisted his hands in her hair once again, gripping it tightly, pulling her face hard against his loins.
Opening her eyes, Gwen could see the full length of his rigid prick as it slid between her widely-ovaled lips with a wet, sucking sound, and a shiver of fear coursed through her. It was gigantic, she thought, absolutely gigantic. She could hardly imagine any man possessing such an enormous prick, least of all him. And yet here she was, kneeling between his legs, while his long, thick prick speared so deep into her mouth that it seemed to brush against the back of her throat.
For a moment she was afraid she would choke on it. She shook her head, trying to free herself, and uttered a muffled gasp. But he yanked at her hair so hard that tears sprang to her eyes as he pulled her head violently up against his lust-hardened loins.
"Suck," he hissed at her. "God dammit! Suck!"
He rammed his huge, blood-swollen prick into her face. She nodded obediently, almost swallowing the hard prick that filled the cavern of her mouth, and then her cheeks began to hollow in and out, her straining lips clasped around his giant cock.
She swirled her tongue around it, licking the little drops of pre-cum that dripped from its tip, swallowing them with relish. She felt his hands relax, though still entwined in her hair, then leave her head to run along the smooth, ivory-white flesh of her body, along the sides of it, over the voluptuous curves of her breasts and hips.
He leaned over her bobbing head and his hands slid to the full, rounded mounds of her ass-cheeks, kneaded the flesh there hungrily. His middle finger dipped into the deep crevice between the soft white cheeks of her ass, tracing the pencil-thin crevice between them, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through her tingling body.
His cock continued to saw in and out between her wide-stretched lips as her head rose up and down on the huge shaft. She could see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base, could feel the scratch of the rough hair on the tender flesh of her cheeks.
"Oh, yeah ... suck it ... suck it real good, honey. And then I'll give you the fuck of your life. You never fucked a man like me before."
She bobbed wantonly up and down over the thickly swollen cock-shaft, sucking on it as if it were a stick of candy, her tongue licking all around the hotly throbbing blue-veined surface as if it were an ice-cream cone.
Then she lifted her head from the pulsing tip of his cock and smiled at him. "You want to come in my mouth? You want to send your juice into my belly?"
"We'll see ... we'll see," he groaned. "Right now, just suck it. Damn, you're a good cocksucker!"
She bent her head towards his quivering loins once more, sucking deep on the hard, swollen length of his prick, and then she felt herself being lifted up and carried across the room to the bed.
And then she was lying on it, her legs spread wide, limp and unresisting, hanging over the edge, while Danny dropped down beside her. His fingers crawled over her naked body, trailing across her throat, down to the soft, sensitive flesh of her tits. He began to knead her gently trembling mounds, stroking them with ever-increasing intensity, while new ripples of pleasure washed through her.
Her body seemed to tingle with an excitement she had never known before. She let out a gasp of excited surprise, and then she held her breath as Danny's fingers wandered to her nipples. He took them between thumbs and forefingers, tweaking and twisting them into hard little erections.
Waiting anxiously, she spread her legs even wider. "Are you gonna fuck me now?"
"You bet your ass I am."
"Good," Gwen smiled. "You'll be good to me ... won't you, Danny?"
"Sure I will, kid," he sighed, jamming two fingers of one hand up her cunt.
"I knew you would," she groaned. "I'll want to stay in the city for a while, and it would be hard to do without money." She reached between his legs and jerked his cock.
"Money ... what money?"
'The money you're going to loan to me," Gwen smiled. "Aren't you?"
Danny's face turned a strange red, and then white. But he nodded. He wanted her more at that moment than he had ever wanted another woman. And if he had to pay her for it ... so be it.
"But if I'm paying for it, you'd better love it."
"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll love it."
"Then say it. SAY IT, DAMNIT!"
"I love your cock," Gwen sighed. "Fuck me! Fuck me with your big, beautiful dick! FUCK ME EVERYWHERE WITH IT!"
A new tremor of depraved sensuality racked her whole being. The sheer obscenity of what she was doing was somehow thrilling, and once again her body was alive with an ecstasy she had never before known.
Then her passion soared even beyond that as Danny's hands descended her buttocks, pulling them wide apart, lingering there while he ran his middle finger teasingly up and down the crease.
She writhed beneath his hands, gasping out her pleasure as his fingers curled down to rummage in the wetly seeping slit of her cunt.
She felt the moistness surging from her throbbing cunt. She would please him, make him happy. And wasn't that what a woman was supposed to do? Of course it was, and now she was being a woman, a real woman, and she smiled happily at the thought.
She felt him moisten the tip of his middle finger in the warm wetness of her cunt, and then she, gasped as he slowly stroked it up the crevice between the cheeks of her ass, towards her tight, tiny anus. For a moment it circled around the tight ring guarding the entrance to her rectum, and then, with a sudden thrust, it plunged deep inside.
Gwen gasped at the pain, sucking in her breath in the agony of the moment, and then, as she became accustomed to the new invasion, she began to moan in a frenzy.
"Like it?" he asked, leering down at her, his middle finger skewering deeper into her ass-hole, impaling her lewdly with it.
She moaned again, rotating her hips, grinding her buttocks, while he turned and twisted the tip of his finger in her narrow anal passage. His hands spread outwards to cup the smoothly straining mounds of her ass cheeks while his finger continued to spear into her. At last he lifted her up toward his cock, and she felt his rock-hard prick touch tentatively at the moistly throbbing flesh of her cuntal lips.
"You like that, too?" he asked, again leering down at her.
"Yes," she murmured. "I ... I like that, too."
"Then I'm gonna fuck you with it!"
"Yes ... yessssss...."
"I'm gonna rip your cunt up with it!"
"Do it! DO IT! FUCK ME WITH YOUR MEAT!"
And then she shut her eyes, as she felt Danny's huge shaft of meat split the furrow of her cunt.
"Don't wait ... ram it all in me!"
He charged his hips forward and the blunt, rubbery cock-head forced its way into the tight elastic opening of her pussy.
"OHHHHHHH!" she gasped as he pushed again, sending his swollen cock burrowing in between the moist, soft-ridged walls of her cunt, pressing the folds of tender pussy flesh before it. "Oh, God!" she moaned softly. "Oh, dear God!"
As suddenly as he had entered her, he withdrew, the thick, bulbous head of his prick barely brushing the glistening lips of her pussy. "Beg!" he commanded suddenly.
She opened her eyes again. "Fuck me," she said, her voice soft at first, then rising with passion as the meaning of the words sank into her consciousness. "Oh, my God! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!"
"Yes!" he shouted. And once more he used the thick head of his massive prick to part the silken strands of her pussy hair. Her pussy lay open to him again, and with a sudden lurch he forced his rock-hard cock far up into her moist cunt, thrusting it forward inch by inch between the softly yielding walls.
He settled his body down on hers and began to grind his hips between her thighs, sinking deeper and deeper between them, withdrawing momentarily, penetrating her again until the head slammed relentlessly up against her cervix.
Gwen groaned beneath him, her head lolling from side to side. He rotated his hips and she moved against them, rotating hers in turn, while little beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip. With one hand, Danny cupped her squirming buttocks, pulling her closer to his own surging cock. His middle finger continued to twist and turn within her tight little ass-hole, moving against his plunging cock that speared lustfully in and out of her clasping cunt.
Her body was alive with pure passion and she moaned continually. "Oh God, oh God ... oh God!"
He quickened his strokes, lengthening them at the same time. Nothing seemed to matter but this joy she felt, this ecstasy.
"OHHH ... HARDER ... HARDER! FUCK ME ... HARDER!" She writhed furiously now as the pleasure of being so expertly fucked spiraled through her, filling her loins and belly with unbelievable rapture. Her moans of ecstasy rang in her cars and were joined by his. Gwen lost herself in her own rapture as the man above her became anonymous, faceless. He became only a body with a cock.
Danny pounded into her, yanking his middle finger from her rectum with a sucking sound while he pressed his hands behind her knees, thrusting them back hard almost to her shoulders. Her legs jerked, her toes curling as she approached her climax, and she tossed her head wildly from side to side again.
As Danny continued to fuck her, he felt the warm, wet fluid seep from her cunt walls to flood around his hard-fucking cock, and then he felt the spasm of her contraction, her convulsion, beneath him.
And his hot sperm churned like boiling lava in his fiery balls as it raced the entire length of his prick to spurt far up into her cunt. She ground her climaxing cunt up tight against his deep-buried prick.
She moaned aloud, her thighs quivering as her own white hot juices mingled with the thick liquid still shooting deep within her. At last her legs fell limp, splayed out over the edges of the bed, and she closed her eyes.
Danny rolled his weight to the side, his chest heaving, his breath coming in great gasps. But, for him, with this beautiful blonde teenager, he soon learned that there would be no rest. Her head moved down to his crotch, engulfed his still-dripping prick between her lips, and she started sucking.
"Wha ... what are you doing?"
"Again ... again ... again," she moaned, rolling and jamming her cunt over his face.
She wouldn't stop. She sucked him until he came again, and then continued sucking until he was hard for the third time.
"Now, stick it in my ass! Put your dick up my shithole and fuck me there!"
"Jesus...."
"DO IT!"
When he came in her ass, she played with his prick and made him fuck her pussy again until they both came.
Then he could take no more. He passed out.
When she was fully dressed, Given stood by the bed, laughing at his sprawled, sweaty body. She took a lipstick from her purse and wrote across his chest and stomach: HERE LIES A MARRIED MAN!
Then she got his wallet from his pants and found three hundred dollars in it. She took it all, walked out the door, and started heading down the street.
Several blocks from the motel, by an Interstate onramp, she found a telephone booth. After fishing a dime from her purse, she dialed, and
waited for an answer. She had a smile on her face.
"Hello ... Mother?"
* * *
She had never hitchhiked in her life, but she was sure that she could get a ride in no time.
The third car stopped.
"How far you goin', honey?"
"Into the city."
"You're in luck ... hop in!"
She slid into the car and it raced up the ramp to the highway.
He driver was middle-aged, with a high forehead and a weak chin. He wore a suit with the jacket off and folded across the back seat. She settled her suitcase against her toes.
"You can put it back there," he said. "Plenty of room."
Gwen worked her knees up on the seat as she swung her body around. She held the case as she looked in the back. There were a number of cartons and on them were several bound sample books filled with lengths of cloth. A traveling salesman.
As she lifted the case and stretched over the back of the seat to set it on the floor, she felt his hand. She should have known by now that, in her new status, she could never leave herself exposed.
His hand was on the back of her left thigh, hard against her pants. Before she could protest, it slid around to the inside and up toward her groin.
She whipped her body away from him, leaning against the door. "I think I'll get out right here."
"Don't be a baby," he said. He was smirking and his belly was oozing over his belt. "I'm going all the way and you get a free ride."
"No ride with you would be free, mister."
"How do you mean that?" he asked, a leering grin crossing his lips.
"Just like I said it ... nothing's free."
"You're young ... and a classy-looking little broad."
"And I'm a good cocksucker," Gwen said, remembering Danny's words.
The man gulped at her bluntness. His hands, on the steering wheel, started shaking. But he did manage to speak. "How good?" he gulped.
"The ride ... plus about a hundred dollars good," Gwen said, guiding one of his hands between her thighs as she unzipped his fly.
CHAPTER NINE
For Gwen, New York City was a vast panorama of loneliness. She didn't get a job in the hospital. She didn't have to have a job; that is, not a regular one.
With her figure and face, meeting men became no problem. Her attitude about sex made it even less of a problem. She liked to fuck and she let them know about it. She also made no demands on them, and made it very clear that she wanted no romantic entanglements outside the bedroom.
It didn't take long before she had seven or eight regulars. Of course, they only stayed regular if little presents, including cash, accompanied their visits.
It became the best of all possible worlds for her. When she wasn't entertaining her friends, which took no more than two or three evenings a week, she used her binoculars to watch her neighbors.
Her apartment was in the center of the building, and the apartment windows across from her were a scant ten feet away. On hot nights, with the lights off in her own apartment, she could not only see but she could hear clearly.
In one apartment, a tall, dark-haired girl named Jennifer did a lot of entertaining. Only she always did it in a very odd way. She would invite a man, sometimes two, up to her place, play come-hither, sexy games with them, and then, when she had them both hotter than fire-crackers, she would say no when they wanted to fuck her.
Of course, they would never take no for an answer, and before the evening was over, they would practically rape her. Gwen soon realized, after watching this performance several times, that this was exactly what Jennifer wanted.
Gwen thought it was kooky. Just the idea of rape scared her to death. She never dreamed that something similar might happen to her until one evening, when she was watching Jennifer go through her act with a man, the downstairs buzzer rang.
"Yes?"
"It's Ben, honey. Can I come up for a drink?"
Ben was one of the regulars that had not been very generous. The last time he had been out with Gwen, she had told him not to call her again.
"I ... don't think...."
"C'mon, baby ... everything's cool."
"Well ... okay," Gwen said, then buzzed him in.
She was dressed by the time the bell rang. When she answered the door, Ben and another man just waltzed into the apartment. They made drinks and remained very silent when she told them to leave. She hadn't counted on two of them. Something frightened her about the way they looked.
"This is a friend of mine," Ben said. "His name is Mort."
"Hi," Mort said, leering at her.
"Mort's a sex maniac," Ben added, and laughed.
"I ... I've got someone coming up in a little while," Gwen stammered.
"Bullshit," Mort hissed.
"You don't need to be afraid of us," Ben assured her. His eyes twinkled playfully, giving out a convincing glitter. And he was kindly in his manner towards her.
Mort was not as patient as Ben. "Oh, come on," he said in a chilling tone of voice. "Let's get on with it. Why waste time." He grabbed Gwen by the arm and dragged her over to the nearest chair. Then, roughly, he pushed her onto it, face up.
Gwen's anger was stirred and she sat up in the chair, her eyes flashing resentfully.
"How dare you push me!" she snapped.
"Shut up. Lie down and get fucked!"
She blushed deeply. "I don't go in for that."
"But that's what you're gonna get, baby-doll."
Glancing from Ben to Mort and reading evil in the expressions of their eyes and faces, she shuddered heavily. She reminded herself that she was in a trap and she might find it difficult to get away from them.
Ben was laughing as he stepped toward her. He was unzipping his pants as he moved.
Gwen set her lips in a firm, straight line as she told him, "I think you are presuming too much."
"Presuming?" Ben laughed. "I've never heard it put as uppity as that before." He threw back his head and laughed cruelly.
"Don't worry, baby," Mort howled. "We're gonna pay for it, but you're gonna earn it."
Now she was really scared. She wanted to run, to escape from their sneers and lecherous eyes. If she timed it just right, she might be able to make it to the front door and escape down the hall, She was about to sidestep the husky figure of Ben when she noted the instant change in the glitter of his eyes. They were dangerous now, and
she trembled, but she made her move anyway.
He caught her. He slapped her face hard several times. Then he knocked her backwards onto the sofa.
"Fuck ... or got yourself beat up," he said nastily.
Mort sneered. "The way she acts you'd think a fuck would rob her of her goddamn lungs or somethin'. . . "
She pleaded. "Ben! Please don't rape me. Now, I'm scared of you. I ... I wasn't scared, at first...."
"Nothing to be scared of," he said. "Just lie back and let me shove my prick into your cunt."
"No! No, it's no good screwing ... while I'm scared."
"Then we'll make it good," Mort said, unwrapping a piece of cellophane that he had taken from his pocket. "Hold her..."
Ben grabbed her with his strong arms and pinned her with a knee. Then Mort's huge hand was on her face, choking off her breathing. She was gagging. Her lungs were bursting. Then suddenly he released her, but he still held his hand over her mouth.
He was holding the little package under her nose. There was a white powder in it. It looked like sugar, but when she breathed, it went up her nose and burned.
"That's enough," Ben said, releasing her.
"Take your clothes off, cunt," Mort hissed.
"No."
"Do like I say, or I'll ram my prick down your throat and choke you to death."
Gwen was trembling violently, and she whimpered as she pleaded, "Oh, please ... let me ... go!"
Then Ben moved around in front of her and tried to force his cock in her mouth.
She resisted. Sobbing fitfully, she said, "I'll have ... both of you ... arrested!"
Her eyes were wild with terror. Her world had suddenly crumbled around her, and now she was calling herself a fool for having picked up strangers. She glanced wildly about in a desperate effort to figure out a means of escape. It seemed impossible. The two of them were husky, heavy men. And they weren't about to let her escape. Now she feared for her life.
Then something strange started happening. The whole room seemed to take on a euphoric glow. The two men removed their clothes, but she couldn't really make out their movements. She suddenly had the crazy desire to masturbate.
Then Mort was removing her clothes and she didn't seem to be able to stop him. He pulled off her skirt and blouse, then he forced her down to the floor. He straddled her head and his prick bobbed at her lips.
"Suck it," he commanded.
Wild-eyed, she stared up at him. "No, no!" she cried. I ... I will not do it!'
He grew very angry. "You suck my cock, or I'll kill You." Then he rammed it deep into her mouth and grabbed her hair with both hands. He moved her head up and down so that her lips lifted and lowered over his massive cock.
Gwen was choking. She turned red in the face, a deep red, as she tried to cough over his prick. She managed to pull the huge cock out of her mouth long enough to say, "All right ... okay ... I'll do whatever you want, only ... don't hurt me!"
"Now that's more like it," Mort growled, his voice sounding as if it were coming from far away.
His face seemed to float away and she was left alone. It seemed, too, that the scene in front of her dissolved ... it was all like a stage show she had seen once ... with swirling lights and fading figures and disappearing stages ... with effects that were mind-blowing.
She heard a voice tell her to remove her panties and bra. She did. She heard them again. They had left the room. She turned and smiled wanly at them as they approached her. The effect of the white powder was at its peak now and she couldn't control her emotions or her body.
Now the memory came back to her of the last time Ben had taken her ... how long ago was that? A few nights? A few weeks? A shudder of fearful expectation went through her. Whatever happened now would be more terrible, more shameful, more humiliating than anything she had ever suffered. And at the same time, it might be more wonderful. Oh, God! She wanted him to hurt her, she wanted to submit to him, to both of them, she wanted to be subjugated. Dear God! She wanted to be a whore!
She looked at Ben again and their eyes met. She was going to be taken by him and by Mort. She was going to be plundered and ravaged. And somehow. ... was it possible ... she would find the fulfillment she had never known!
She quivered, her firm ripe tits heaving. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her thighs, and she squirmed her buttocks down into the softness of the cushions beneath her as she waited. And then she heard his voice, harsh with lust, as Ben brusquely ordered, "Turn over!"
The words slowly penetrated her clouded mind.
'Oh, no. Not that!'
She was only dimly aware of what he meant to do, but even in her drugged state of consciousness, she was certain that what he demanded was the one thing she wouldn't let him do.
"Oh, my God, no!"
With a quick, sudden movement, he grabbed her ankles and then viciously, brutally, twisted her over onto her stomach. She gasped for breath from
the sudden impact as her body hit the couch and her legs splayed out to the sides. Quickly, she clenched them together, the muscles of her buttocks straining to protect her fearfully quivering anus.
There was a brief moment of nothingness ... then she felt him stroking the softly-rounded flesh of her buttocks, running a finger lightly over the sensitive half-moons. She flexed her cheeks, clenching them tight together, sucking in her breath.
'Oh, dear God ... now what?'
And then she felt his lips moving slowly, lightly over her buttocks, kissing them, nipping at them, flicking his tongue against them.
The head of his blood-engorged cock found its way between the cheeks of her ass. Then he lunged forward viciously, grasping her by the ankles, his fingers tightening around the white flesh until it was marked by angry red welts as he pinned her down. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice cold and hard as tempered steel.
She thrashed about once more, and then winced and screamed in pain as the flat of his hand slashed across her quivering buttocks in a swift, stinging slap.
"Spread your legs apart!" he ordered again.
She tried her best to do as she was told, opening her legs wide until she was sure she would split in two. Her only reward was another swift slap, one that brought tears of pain to her eyes, another scream from her throat.
"I said, spread your damn legs!"
"I did. Oh, my God ... I did! What do you want!"
Before she could move, he seized her thighs and forced them apart until she thought her bones would break. She screamed again, then closed her eyes as the terrible, searing pain slashed through her naked loins. Then she gasped.
Its middle ringer was running up and down the narrow crevice between the trembling cheeks of her ass, sending tingles of excitement up and down her spine. Then, as he flicked his wrist, the tip of his finger plowed in deep, sliding through the cringing hole, sinking in to the first knuckle.
The sudden movement brought a scream of agony from Gwen. She screamed a second time, but he seemed deaf to the sharp, spine-curdling sound, oblivious to her pain and anguish and terror. He plunged his middle finger in deeper and deeper.
And then, gradually, she felt the terrible searing pain turn to a burning, soothing pleasure. She wiggled her hips as he sent a second ringer plunging deep into her rectum, prodding and probing, widening her fight little anus, expanding it while she skewered back on them, gasping for breath
He was breathing hard; he was almost ready. Suddenly she felt his hand on her hips, jerking her to a kneeling position, with her buttocks waving high in the air. His knees pushed her thighs wider apart while his hands held her hips steady. And then she felt his long, thick cock as it brushed against the rubbery little circle of her ass-hole.
"Reach back and put it in!" he rasped.
He took her trembling hand and placed it around the thick, aching shaft of his blood-engorged prick.
"Put it in!" he ordered again, guiding it towards her ass-hole.
With a feeling of terrible need to comply with his request, Gwen clasped her fingers around the swollen, throbbing flesh, and placed the tip of it against the tiny opening between her ass-cheeks. There was a quick, sudden thrust, accompanied by an animal-like grunt from Ben, and then she felt the tight ring give way before the relentless pressure, as his huge cock sank into her ass-hole. His prick went in until his balls crashed against her pussy and his pubic hair ground against the top of her ass-crack.
"Oh shit," Ben growled, "I got it in her! I got it all the fucking way in her ass and it's tight ... it's good and tight!"
Then Mort appeared in front of her face. The bloated head of his cock dribbled semen onto her lips. "Suck it!" he said.
And, as Ben plunged his reaming dick in and out of her ass from behind, she found herself wanting, more than anything else in the world, to suck Mort's cock at the same time.
"Suck," she echoed.
"That's right," Ben cried from behind her. "Suck Mort's dick so I can watch, while I blow my cum up your fuckin' ass, Gwen baby!"
"Suck it ... and enjoy it," Mort growled.
Gwen opened her mouth and took his cockhead inside. The rubbery mass slid smoothly over her tongue. A tiny drop of pre-cum seeped into her throat. It tasted good and drove her desire on to satisfy his balls and cock with her mouth.
He was trying to shove his cock farther and farther down her throat. Her head swam with desire now as she increased the pressure on his big dick, making a vacuum of her throat and cheeks.
Her hands closed around his distended prick, holding it tightly by the swollen root.
It became a toss-up in her drug-fogged mind which cock was giving her the most thrill; the one in her mouth, or the one shoving up her ass-hole.
Ben's cock became a fuck machine in her rear channel. He lunged like a madman, shoving his cock up her in piston-like strokes that threatened to skewer her body completely in two.
With loud screams of delight erupting from his contorted lips, he fucked into her with long, smooth thrusts. He drew his heavily pulsing prick out, almost to the head on the backstroke, and then all the way to the end of her ass-hole on the forward stroke. He lunged so far into her hole that his sperm-filled balls slapped heavily and noisily into her nakedly spread cunt each time he thrust himself forward.
"Oh shit ... OHH ... OHHH, SHIT ... I'm gonna come soon ... real soon," Ben cried out, and doubled his efforts.
Gwen could feel his cockhead swelling with cum in her ass-hole. Her knees went weak.
Mort's cock tasted beautiful in her mouth. She took more and more of his dick into her contracting throat. She rubbed her upper thighs together over the heat of her seething pussy. They were wet and sticky with the juice from her cunt.
She could feel tiny beads of perspiration all over her body as both cocks started spurting their jism into her belly from both ends.
She swallowed with her mouth and sucked with her ass-hole until both pricks were pulled limply from her body. She wanted to cry out, to tell them not to stop. Tell them that it was okay. Tell them to keep fucking her again and again and again.
But then they both started beating her with their belts, and she passed out.
CHAPTER TEN
It was three weeks later that she met Alma in the elevator. Gwen had stopped "entertaining" for good. Her bank balance was still good, so she decided to quit, rest a while, and then find a straight job.
She was lonely, and Alma was nice. They had dinner several times together and finally Gwen told the other woman what she had been doing. She also told her about the rape, and what had followed.
"You're smart to quit, honey. There's easier and more fun ways to make money with your pussy than putting a cock into it. Believe me, I know."
Gwen had a sneaking suspicion that Alma was a lesbian. But she didn't mind. She almost welcomed it. She had never forgotten seeing the two girls making it together in the basement that night with Phil.
She went out to dinner with Alma several times; however, nothing ever happened.
Then, one night after several drinks at a neighborhood bar, Alma took her across the river into Jersey. "It's a special place," Alma said.
They found the place with some difficulty. Stepping from the car, Gwen staggered. She suddenly realized how many drinks she had consumed.
"Wow ... I think I'm a little drunk."
"S'okay, honey," Alma said. "That'll make it easier."
At the door Gwen was a little surprised when someone called out, "Who's there?" and surveyed them through a peep-hole in the door before letting them in.
Inside, the place seemed like any other luxurious restaurant. There were a lot of little rooms, she noticed, and there didn't seem to be many people around. In fact, there weren't any. But maybe it was early? She shrugged.
They went down a long hall and into a room off to one side. There were cocktails already chilled, waiting for them. Beyond, she could see what seemed to be a small private dining room. They would eat there later, she supposed. But meantime, they would have drinks.
Alma had already swallowed one. She offered one to Gwen, who sipped it slowly. When she had finished it, she accepted another. She was hungry now, really hungry, and she wondered how soon dinner would be served. But Alma seemed in no hurry, and she ordered more drinks.
Gwen's head was beginning to spin and she was feeling more than a little dizzy. She found it hard to concentrate on what Alma was saying to her and she found her thoughts wandering much of the time.
Then a man in a tuxedo appeared.
"Show time, girls. Let's go."
"C'mon, baby," Alma said.
Gwen could hardly focus her eyes now as she followed Alma and the man into another room.
Then they were in a bedroom ... on a bed, with bright lights shining down on them.
Gwen giggled. "I thought this was a bar ... and a restaurant."
"It is, honey," Alma replied. "Only this is a special room. Our very own room."
Then her voice got very soft, caressing, as she eased Gwen down onto the bed. They sat side by side, their backs against the headboard, and Alma talked to her, soothed her.
"If you're wondering why I brought you here, honey," Alma was saying, "it's because I love you and I want us to be able to work and play together. You're beautiful and you're gentle, Gwen. I can tell. I can be almost like a mother to you. I could see that you have been hurt, that you were suffering. And I wanted to do something for you, to soothe you and comfort you. That's why I asked you here."
Alma shifted her position on the bed beside her, sliding nearer, so that their thighs touched.
Alma slid her hand up over Gwen's shoulder, trailed it gently, lovingly, across her face, then down over her throat, slipping it down into the V of her dress.
"Tell me, Gwen baby," she said, "haven't you ever thought how much nicer it would be to have a woman doing this sort of thing to you?"
"Wh ... wh ... what sort of thing?" Gwen stammered. I ... I don't know what you mean."
Alma laughed. "Yes, you do ... you know very well. And don't tell me you haven't longed for it. Just the way I have." She gave her a sweet, slightly cloying smile, and then her fingertips edged beneath the sheer, confining fabric of Gwen's bra, ran teasingly over the smooth flesh of her firm, huge breast. "Doesn't that feel good, honey?" she whispered in her ear.
Gwen relaxed and let little thrills of pleasure run up her spine. She let her head fall back on Alma's shoulder, resting it in the hollow of her neck, letting her cradle it between her shoulders and her chin. The slow, insistent stroking of her breast went on, and any doubts began to evaporate under the gentle touch of the other woman's fingers, teasing one throbbing nipple into a taut erection, then trailing lightly across her body to enfold, encompass the other, tease it, too, into hardness.
She was delighted as Alma's hand slipped lightly down over the gentle swelling of her belly, with a marvelous hint of what was yet to come. Instinctively, she crossed her legs, remembering all too vividly the cruel invasion of her ravished cunt such a short time before. She closed her eyes and then opened them as she realized that Alma had drawn down the zipper of her dress, and was easing it off her shoulders.
"Help me," she whispered to her. "Help me, darling."
Without a moment's thought, Gwen did as she was told. She had no idea why she did so, what it was that possessed her. She only knew that she felt strangely relaxed and peaceful.
Suddenly Alma's arms seemed like the comforting arms of her mother. She lifted her arms high above her head to let the other woman slip her dress off. And when Alma reached around her to unhook the straps of her bra, she sat motionless, to make it that much easier.
As the restricting garment fell from her, freeing her large, full tits, Alma cupped one in a strong but gentle hand, while with the other hand she tilted her chin up, raising Gwen's face to her own. Alma's full lips brushed hers as if in passing, while Gwen trembled with a strange new excitement. And then she pressed her lips close to Alma's, flicking her tongue out expertly to part them, then darting it between them to find her tongue.
A little gasp of delight escaped Gwen's throat as she felt the woman's hands roaming all over her body, and realized that she was once more toying with the clothes she still wore. There was the whisper and rustle of the sheer fabric as her nylon panties were drawn slowly down over her hips and thighs, and then, with a little shudder of wicked pleasure, she realized that she was completely naked.
Once again Alma's head inclined toward her own, dipped down to let her lips tease at the tiny bud of one nipple, and then she whispered, "Now it's your turn, darling. Your turn to help me."
Another thrill ripped deliciously through Gwen's body as she realized fully that she was at last going to make love with another woman.
Her trembling fingers groped for the zipper on Alma's skirt. She pulled it down, then found the buttons on her blouse, struggling with them until they gave way and the two soft mounds of her lush white breasts were exposed, barely enclosed within the narrow confines of her low-cut bra.
"Let me help you with that," Gwen said softly, amazed at the sound of her own words, and then she unhooked the clasps at the back, just as her own had been unhooked.
Gwen eased the bra off her friend's body, while Alma moaned, her eyes heavy and excited with passion. Suddenly, she reached out to Gwen and pulled the younger woman to her, pressing her own naked body up against hers. Her pointed breasts crushed against Gwen's as her hand moved down the soft, firm flesh of her stomach, then trailed to the patch of tangled silken strands that covered her pubic mound.
"Have you ever felt like this?" she crooned in her soft voice. "Ever?"
Gwen shook her head. The room seemed to be whirling around her again, and she sought some way of steadying herself.
Alma held out her hand to her. "Don't be frightened," she soothed. "Don't be afraid of me. We can be so happy together, my darling. So
happy!"
"I'm not frightened," Gwen said. "Not at all." And she knew that that was true. Everything was so strange, so different. And she knew, deep in her heart, that it was good. She welcomed this assault against her naked flesh. She purred with pleasure as she submitted to an overpowering sexual stimulation.
"If you're not frightened, honey," Alma whispered, "help me a little bit more."
Gwen struggled to understand what she meant, and then it occurred to her that Alma still was wearing panties and stockings. What could be more natural than for her to help take them off.
"Of course," she said. She hooked her own hand into the thin waistband of the other girl's panties, easing them down over her hips, just as Alma had done to her before. In a moment the two women were stripped completely naked, and the older one was easing the younger one down flat onto the bed on which they had been sitting, until her body was stretched out upon it.
Lying there, Gwen closed her eyes again, and felt Alma's body rubbing against her as she held her tight. A thrill ripped through her slim, quivering body as she realized that Alma was caressing her buttocks, gently, yet with determination. Gwen gasped as Alma teased a fingertip into the tiny puckered mouth of her tight little anus.
She moaned faintly, then lay motionless on the bed as Alma trailed her moist lips down the length of her body, moving her head sideways to reach the trembling white flesh of her thighs. She began to kiss the tender skin there, while Gwen quivered again under the maddening assault. She surrendered to the strange, wonderful excitement that was rippling through her.
And now her legs fell open, splaying out to hang slackly over the edge of the bed. She lay motionless again, her whole body keyed to a tense, quivering excitement, and then she began to writhe as Alma's lips wandered to the golden triangle up between her thighs that now tingled with a rising passion.
The woman's tongue found her cuntal lips and speared between them. Up, up the groove it went, until the hardened tip was at her clitoris.
"Is it good ... is it good for you, baby?" Alma crooned, as her mouth slurped juice from Gwen's steaming, flowing pussy.
Gwen's body writhed in bliss at the moist laying of her fleshy cunt-lips, the gentle teasing motion as Alma ran her tongue along the soft, hair-lined slit of her cunt. Good God, but it felt wonderful, she thought, and she lay back, welcoming the wet tongue that parted her cuntal lips then licked hotly at the moist hole within it. Another thrill coursed through her body as the woman's tongue found the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris, and teased it into a quivering erection.
Gwen's lips and tongue and mouth began to hunger for the taste of Alma's dark pussy. Her tongue itched to feel the heat of the woman's vulva, the hardness of her clitoris that, by now, must be as erect as her own.
"You, too." Gwen moaned. "I want you, too. I want to lick and suck your pussy!"
A stifled groan came from the bobbing head between Gwen's thighs.
She wriggled around on the bed, being careful not to dislodge Alma's mouth from her tortured pussy. Gwen maneuvered Alma's thighs so that they were parted on either side of her face.
And then she was looking directly into the pink, pouting lips of the older woman's delightful pussy. Juice was streaming hotly from the full length of her slit.
"Beautiful," she gasped. "Sweet, beautiful pussy!"
"Eat me ... eat me, too, darling! Make my cunt throb and come like I'm making yours!"
Then, with a loud shriek of unchained passion, Gwen lowered her lips to the very center of Alma's cunt. With her tongue she brushed aside the luxuriant pussy hair and worked her eager tongue into the slit.
Between her own thighs, Alma was sucking and eating furiously. Her tongue and lips, now that her own cunt was being ravished by the younger girl, began working with more and more lustful abandon.
Pausing only to catch their breath and give their tongues a quick moistening with saliva, the girls steadily and hungrily sucked and licked. Gwen had the advantage of being able to look up into Alma's splayed buttocks and feast her eyes on the girl's revealed ass-hole. She could also pass her hands from the fondling of the plump white cheeks and sexily touch the pursed hole itself ... which she found herself doing more and more.
The young blonde's tongue worked like a serpent on the enlarged button of Alma's quivering clitoris.
Both their tongues licked all the way along their respective wounds; starting at the first, top-most parting of the lips, they would work slowly and teasingly down the center of the slit, lapping with a sensuous deliberation until their tongues came to the deepness of the hole itself.
Both girls could feel each other's breasts pressing firmly against their nude bellies. The nipples were hot and pointy.
At the same time, their hips and buttocks started to grind furiously, until both girls were writhing, urging their naked bodies tighter and tighter together, shedding every inhibition, bent only upon achieving the bliss of orgasm.
Unable to check her desire, Gwen suddenly plunged her forefinger hard into Alma's ass ... burying it completely in the shapely bottom and then twisting it around and around, not pausing for a moment in her perpetual sucking of the older woman's cunt. In and out of her anus she jammed her fingers, making it sink again and again into the tight hole.
The twin attentions Gwen was paying to her ass and to her cunt filled Alma with overwhelming bliss, making her thrust her crotch frantically downwards against Gwen's beautiful face, urging the girl to do whatever she liked with her willing body.
Gwen accepted the challenge gladly. She scarcely needed Alma's silent urgings to give full vent to her imagination and her lust. Her cheeks sucked sharply inwards as she pulled nearly all of Alma's thick cunt lips into her eager mouth. Then she fastened her teeth tightly around the trapped flesh and began to lick with quick, lightning strokes of her quivering tongue, up and down the pink meat.
She thought she heard a muffled moaning coming from Alma, but the girl's mouth was buried deeply into her pubic hair and any sound she might have made was instantly stifled by the thick fur.
However, a moment later Gwen felt the first long bubbling of Alma's love juices erupt into her mouth. Gwen gulped the boiling fluid quickly, keeping her lips tightly pressed against Alma's cunt and frantically sucking with an even harder action at the tormented lips.
Her own come wasn't far behind. As Alma continued to flood her mouth with the fruits of her lust, Gwen felt her cunt starting to throb with a terrible, itching beat. She raised her buttocks upwards off the bed and clenched and unclenched the cheeks in a furiously passionate concentration.
Then her entire body shuddered with ecstasy, and her mind spiraled off into a glorious fantasy of never-ending excitement and bliss as she released her long-delayed come.
Just as the two women rolled away from each other in satiated bliss, a second bank of lights came up. The whole room was as bright as day now. Suddenly, there was a crack of applause. Gwen jerked her eyes open and looked out. The room was full of people. Several were partially clad and in the act of fucking or sucking each other.
The applause was deafening. The young man in the tuxedo appeared by the bed. He took their hands and pulled them to their feet.
Gwen heard him speak to Alma "Alma honey, you never fail us. One hell of a show. I put the usual in your purse."
Alma was smiling and bowing.
Gwen was crying, terrified at what she now realized she had done.
"Bow, honey," Alma whispered. "Bow!"
Gwen grabbed her clothes and ran from the room.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After the scene with Alma, Gwen went into total isolation. She only went out for her meals and then right back to her apartment to brood in front of the television until she became sleepy enough to go to bed.
But once in bed she couldn't sleep. She would lie awake, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She could see a window there. And beyond the window she could see herself and Phil on a bed, fucking.
"Phil," she said gleefully. "Oh, Phil, I could just love you to death!" Then she would move forward and drop on her knees before him.
When she unzipped his pants, he grinned proudly and sank his fingers into her wealth of blonde hair.
She pulled out his prick and commenced massaging it with the fingers of one hand. "Phil," she purred, "I'm gonna suck you off, my darling. I'm gonna drink your milk ... and love it!"
Eagerly, she popped his throbbing cock into her warm, wet mouth and began sucking furiously. She dramatized her actions, starting slow and then increasing the pace of her mouth. Then she would make it slow and fast in jerks. It was all Phil could do to fight off having an orgasm in a hurry. He didn't want to come too soon. He wanted to make the bliss last as long as possible.
When he at last did come, she drank his spunk hungrily and groaned wildly.
After he had shot his load into her mouth, she still kept his cock where it lay above her wet tongue. She was breathing hard, and she was clutching the sides of his thighs as though she could not get enough of him.
But then, after she had sucked him off and he was about to fuck her, the image would disappear.
It was during one of these times, after about a month of her isolation, that the phone rang.
"Gwen?"
"Yes ... Phil? Is that you, Phil?"
"Yeah ... how are you?"
She immediately started to cry.
"Great...." she whimpered. "Just fucking great."
"Hey ... don't cry. It's all gonna be okay."
"How do you figure?"
"You can come home."
"What about Mom?"
He laughed. "Boy, you sure took care of Danny. Do you know that Mom drove right out there that night and found him in that motel room! She was pretty busted up, but that's all over now. I took care of that. That's why you can come home. You got to come home."
* * *
Phil met her at the bus station and they walked home together. It was good to be back in the familiar surroundings she knew so well. Even her old room was just as she had left it. Almost. Across one wall, opposite the bed, was a full drape.
"What's that for?"
"You'll see," Phil said, and laughed.
"Where's Mom?"
"You'll see. Now listen! You take your clothes off and get into bed. Then, when I yell your name, you pull this cord."
"I don't get it."
"You will," he said, and started for the door.
"Phil,"
"Yeah?"
"Don't you ... want to ... ? "
"Sure, I do ... but later ... you'll see. Just do what I tell ya."
He left and Gwen removed her clothes. Naked, she lay on the bed staring at the huge floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall drape.
Then she heard the voices.
Phil's voice. Then her mother's voice.
She pulled the drape open and gasped. She could see right into her mother's bedroom. Now she could hear the voices clearly and see what was happening.
Her mother was sitting on the bed.
Then Phil emerged from the bathroom.
It was all like a stage play. Everything was clear to Gwen, as if they were a foot or so in front of her.
Marie beckoned to her son. "Come on, darling. Yes, you can undress me if you want to."
The boy needed no further invitation. He moved quickly to his mother and came to a somewhat uncertain halt in front of her big, thrusting breasts. He seemed captivated by the huge mounds. "Mom, you're so ... so pretty. I don't know anybody else that's as pretty ... except maybe..."
Marie laughed as she raised her hands and rested them lightly on the boy's shoulders. "Gwen?"
He continued to stare at his mother's tits as he tried to answer. He paused and looked into her eyes for a moment before his attention returned to her bosom. "It's your tits, Mom. Jeez, they're better than any I've ever seen. They're so big, and pretty...."
Gwen's mouth fell open. She stared intently as Phil put his hands on the firm flesh of his mother's heavy breasts. He immediately sensed her hard nipples through her dress and bra, and those delicate buds, already nearly hard, also sensed his male touch.
The somewhat odd but undeniably erotic sight had its effect on Gwen as she watched. She felt her pussy tingle as she watched her brother pet her mother's breasts.
The scene between mother and son now even seemed almost right. If not right, at least necessary and desirable.
Phil found a tiny zipper in Marie's dress. And then the dress was gone.
Then they were working on each other's clothes, frantically, until they were both naked.
Watching intently, Gwen remembered Alma, and how delightful sex with her had been. She sucked in her breath when she saw her mother's naked body. Then she let out a slow whistle as the woman's slim, tapering legs were fully exposed, and then her tight, well-rounded thighs. At the sight of her voluptuous tits, Gwen emitted a little groan of pleasure.
Marie turned towards Phil again, her lust-inciting nakedness completely exposed, from the smooth half-spheres of her high, proud breasts, to the soft dark patch of sparsely curling pubic hair nestling between her tightly closed thighs.
She waited just a moment, and then, at a command from him, moved towards him. Its hands slipped around her waist, and he drew her tight against him, and then slid his hands down to encompass the full, rounded flesh of her buttocks. He began to massage them, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh, drawing his fingers along the satin-smooth skin until tiny red welts appeared. The pain made Marie wince, then draw closer to him, pressing her pelvis tighter against the rising bulge of his cock, now lurching and jerking visibly.
He flicked a finger out to find the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks, to shove it into the long slit, while his thumbs pulled the twin half-moons apart, exposing the tiny, puckered hole of her anus.
Then Phil gently pushed his mother back onto the bed. He knelt between her thighs with his bloated cockhead dangling at the mouth of her pussy.
"We'll fuck now," he said.
"Yes, baby," Marie smiled. "Fuck me now!"
He seized her ankles, levering her legs up off the bed, until her knees were bent back almost to her shoulders. Her luscious cunt was presented to Gwen's lust-filled eyes as well as to Phil's.
He cast a quick glance over his shoulder, a gloating look of triumph, and then aimed his thick, hard cock straight at the moistly pulsating slit.
Then he dropped on her twisting form with a sudden crash, crushing the soft resilient flesh of her heaving breasts tightly back onto her chest. The large, bulbous head of his lust-hardened cock parted her dark pussy hair as he pressed forward against the elastic throbbing of her cunt. He pressed forward again, and suddenly the hole gave way and the blood-congested head of his prick slipped wetly up inside with a quick, rushing sound.
Once more he pressed forward, flexing his buttocks with all his strength, and the heavy shaft of flesh speared deep into her yielding cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting waves of moist flesh before it until suddenly his pelvis smacked against her nakedly upturned buttocks while his balls slapped loudly into the wet crevice of her ass cheeks.
"Oh, my God," Gwen groaned, her hand dipped into the honey of her own wet pussy.
She watched them fuck for a few more minutes, and then could take it no longer.
Still naked, she walked from her own room into her mother's.
Marie's face was smiling at her over Phil's shoulder.
Gwen walked to the side of the bed. Then she swung her leg over her mother's face and slowly lowered her cunt to the woman's mouth.
"That's it, baby," Marie said. "Come to Momma, and come!"