Mr. Harris sat at his table in front of the class and marked the roll, calling out our names in his deep voice, his handsome face looking up at each name to ensure the bearer was actually present. My eyes were fixed on his crotch. All the girls were fascinated by that part of him, but not as much as I was. To me that thick bulge represented everything I wanted and everything I wasn't getting. My eyes burned into his crotch, X-raying it, bringing that thick snake to life before my mind's eye and examining it from every angle. It would be brown and hairy, with thick veins girding its long stem, and I just knew he'd have an exposed knob, the kind Larry had. No fluted foreskin for Mr. Harris. His glans would be rosy and it would fit into my mouth as if it had been custom made for me.
"Wanda Fuller," he said, and for a brief second his cool, blue eyes rested on mine. I swallowed and said I was present. He nodded and called out the next name. Didn't he know? There I was with a mind swimming with visions of having his knob lodged down my throat, my body burning with lust, my pussy soggy wet on the hard, school chair, yet to all outward appearances I was just another school girl. I stuck my hands into the pockets of my skirt and leaned back to project defiance. He had to start taking notice of me one day.
Somehow my hands came to rest awfully close to my pussy and when my eyes returned to that alluring bulge in his pants I couldn't help but caress myself a little-nothing serious, just a stroke. His knob lit up before me, pink and swollen, a helmet on a squat soldier, heading for my parted lips. My tongue extended itself fully and lightly brushed along the smooth yet rough surface of his glans, tasting its manliness as the pulsing of his blood transmitted itself through my tongue into my body. There was a small hole in one of the skirt pockets and my index finger pushed through it to touch down on my panties. They were moist and I felt it was time to think about something else, like the mathematics Mr. Harris taught. He had put the roll away and stood with his back to me, writing figures on the blackboard. My eyes caressed his ass, two hard, muscular buttocks which just happened to be clenching his trouser seat between them. My finger pushed harder in spite of my common sense.
All the other girls in the class knew what sex was all about. The girl next to me, Judy, put out regularly and she had a string of boyfriends trailing after her like horny dogs wherever she went. And Judy wasn't even pretty! The others had steady boyfriends who fingered them and kissed their tits and poked them now and again in the backseats of cars. But I had four brothers who regarded it as their mission on this planet to guard my chastity.
I sighed bitterly and moved the index finger up under the elastic of the panties to bring me consolation through clitoral stimulation. That's all I ever did anyway, lie in bed and play with my pussy and tits. It wasn't fair! Other girls were sucking dicks and sitting on them and everything but all I had was my fingers! How could I explain to my dear brothers that losing my virginity wouldn't hurt them one bit? Our parents were to blame for it all, of course, with their narrow-minded notions about what girls should be and how every man wants to marry a virgin. Damn it, I wasn't a doll! I was a woman, nearly eighteen, and deep down I knew I had a real talent for sex. Other girls were good at hockey and others knitted like fiends-but something told me it was my avocation to fuck, fuck, and fuck some more!
I squirmed in my seat with frustration. Lifting my ass slightly and pulling with both hands I brought my panties down and then widened the hole in the pocket to slip another finger into the fray. God, I was so wet I'd be sure to stain the seat or leave a big wet mark on it. Well, what of it? It was a hot day, people would think it was sweat. Unless they bent down and took a whiff of it, of course. When everyone was looking through their math books to find the place I brought the finger up to my nose and took a little smell of it myself. Delicious! I loved the taste and smell of sex, even my own. How would it be then with someone else's?
My fingers were deeply embedded in my pussy, caressing the inner smoothness and fiddling with the hard pleasure button down there, the one that had gotten me through so many nights. Mr. Harris was talking about cosines and other irrelevant things, and I was thinking of his big dick and his muscular buttocks and his strong brown arms and his wavy hair. I'd imagined his heavy body on top of mine so often that it was no effort to slip back into that routine fantasy. He'd overpower me and his big cock would bayonet into my defenseless pussy so as to devastate me and turn me into a screaming, crying mass of ecstasy, and I would never be frustrated again! That's how it went, and each time I got to the part where his dick dug into me a shudder ran up from my feet and rebounded off my skull to fill me with a warm pleasure that at least took the edge off my urgent needs.
"What is the function of the cosine of angle A in this triangle, Miss Fuller," I heard him say, and I became aware that my face was flushed and that my eyeballs had turned back into my head. Not only that, by my dress had folded itself to reveal the fact that both my hands were virtually inside my cunt! I pulled myself together as best I could but he had to repeat the question before I was able to open my mouth.
"One over the square root of two," I said, doing my best to sound as if I knew what I was talking about.
"'very good." He passed on to the next person and left me to return to my daydreams. No one seemed to have noticed me abusing myself in the middle of the class and I couldn't stretch my luck any further that day. But in the pit of my belly a terrible lust burned on, demanding satisfaction, making it imperative for me to at least provide it with a sop. I began to think of the evening when I'd be alone in my room with my Play girl magazines, beating off slowly and majestically over a bunch of disembodied dicks dangling off the glossy pages. Yes, that's what I'd do-and I wouldn't stop till sleep claimed me.
But when I came out of school a different opportunity offered itself to me! Usually one of my brothers waited for me outside the school gate and walked me home like a member of the Shore Patrol taking a drunken sailor back to his ship. Well, not as sternly as that. My brothers were darlings in their own rough and tumble fashion. They just weren't enlightened. Or smart. On this day, however, no one awaited me, and it didn't take much figuring to work out that they'd all gone swimming. If they loved anything more than my virginity it was sports, and on a hot day like this one they would be compelled to go swimming. For once I could be allowed to walk home alone. And, as if that wasn't enough, Mr. Harris walked by me as I hesitated at the gate.
"Oh, Mr. Harris!" I cried out, making a snap decision ... well, it had been rehearsed over and over, of course, but I had to decide to decide. "Could I ask you a question, please?"
"Why, yes," he said, glancing around and slowing down for me to catch up with him. "What is it, Miss Fuller?"
"It's about the slide rule," I said, contriving a question as I talked. He listened earnestly and nodded as I talked. Did he really think I cared about the slide rule? Apparently he did because he gave me an exhaustive answer to my question. That led to other matters, all of them mathematical, and before we knew it we were standing in front of the apartment building where he lived. I knew it well. Every time we passed it on the way to the store I thought of him inside it doing something with that big dick of his. As far as I was concerned Mr. Harris spent his leisure time fucking, masturbating, and getting sucked off by a bevy of faceless girls.
"Well, Wanda," he said, looking slightly ill at ease when I stood close to him, "I'd like to invite you up to continue this interesting discussion but I'm afraid ..." He let the sentence trail into nothingness, the way people do when they expect you to understand delicate matters. But I shook my head and asked what he was afraid of. Nothing could stop me now. We were alone at last and my pussy yearned for him passionately. If he were to reject me I'd have to find someone else, but I would be fucked one way or the other.
"I'm afraid I have a guest," said Mr. Harris.
"Can't you get rid of him?"
"That's the whole problem." He looked red and very uncomfortable now, which surprised me. "It's not a he but a she-she's waiting for me, you see."
That pulled the rug out from under me. He had a woman up there already? That was the one factor I hadn't counted on. There was nothing to it but to give up. But, I was too desperate to retire gracefully. "Why don't you tell her to go fly a kite," I said softly, getting so close to him that I felt his thigh connect briefly with my pubic bone. "Tell her three's a crowd." The moment I said it I wished I hadn't. What kind of an idiot must he think me? A mere schoolgirl doing a Mata Hari! The strangest part of it was that it worked.
"All right," he said, his voice soft now and his eyes took on a weird glitter. "Why don't I do that-if you think it'll be worth my while, of course."
"Oh, it will be, it will be," I assured him, my heart bursting now. I would have jumped into the fire for him at that moment, and when I followed him into the elevator my knees were so weak that I almost fell down a few times. When the door closed I pressed into him and embraced that strong masculine body and breathed in the smell of tobacco and after shave lotion the way I'd dreamed of doing. Mr. Harris caressed my hair but I could tell he was holding himself back for the moment when we'd be in his place-alone!
He told me to wait behind a pillar in the hallway, and then he went into his apartment and closed the door after him. I heard a feminine voice talking and then his deep bass but it was impossible to make out what they were saying. A minute later the door opened and a very attractive woman walked out, her face registering fury. "All right, bastard!" she yelled, glancing back over her shoulder while waiting for the elevator. "I'll go! But don't expect me to come back to you! Damn, this is the last straw. Fucking men. I'm going to turn dyke and forget about all of them, that's for fucking sure!" She stormed into the elevator, and a moment later peace reigned again.
"Come in, Wanda," said Mr. Harris. I was still wondering why he would send such an attractive woman away just to be with me, but the minute he got me alone I found out. "God, I've hoped this would happen," he told me, sitting me down on the couch and coming in very close to me. His arm rested on my shoulder and one hand toyed with my long, blonde hair. "I've looked at you so often, Wanda, and thought how I'd like to get to know you better."
"Have you really, Mr. Harris?"
"Call me Frank. Yes, I have-but I'm sure you know that. Women always know these things ahead of time. I've tried to be cool about it in class but you must have seen my lusting over you."
"Gosh!" I was very flattered and my love or passion for him grew by leaps and bounds. "I'm happy to hear that, Frank... because I've had a lot of thoughts about you, too."
The big bulge in his lap was within touching distance now but I didn't have the nerve to go ahead and seize it. Frank would want to seduce me in his way. All the girls told me men don't like to be swept off their feet. Besides that I was all atremble at the prospect of that snake uncoiling and burrowing into me. He paused for a while, gazing at me with an expression I'd never seen on his face before. He wanted me all right. Naked lust shone in his eyes and my pussy quailed at the very sight of so much desire. His hand moved up and down along my bare arm and squeezed my flesh softly but I sensed he was just biding his time.
He began to tell me how he liked my hair, that it reminded him of flax and that he loved the feel of it when he ran his fingers through it, how big my blue eyes were and how well developed I was compared to the other girls in the class. "In fact" he went on, caressing the outline of my tits on the outside, "you're very well developed compared to most women I know. I've always wanted to know if you wear a special bra or if they're really that firm."
"Why don't you check and see," I said. I found myself a little short of breath at that point. The touch of his hand on my tits was enough to set my pulses racing. No man had touched me there, only I had toyed with my tits and that was hardly the same. I noticed that his hands were unsteady as he undid the buttons of my blouse, and I looked on with a rising sense of pride as he drank my tits in with his lust-filled eyes.
"They're beautiful," he said, swallowing heavily. "Let me take the blouse off altogether, these breasts have to be admired in their proper setting." I leaned forward and he divested me of my blouse in an instant. His hands cupped my breasts gently, seeming to weigh them and then, with a strange little sound coming out of his throat, he pressed his face against them and his tongue licked both nipples in their turn. One half of me was ready to streak away into the land of orgasms but the other half remained on the alert, curious to see what he would do with me. I loved the way he held and kissed my breasts but I liked the way he looked at them even better. He was admiring me with all his heart and that was also a new experience for me. Of course, boys whistled at me in the streets and a lot of them had asked me out on dates, but I had never felt beautiful until that moment. Then I saw myself reflected in Frank's eyes, and I knew clearly that I not only had talent for sex, I also had the required equipment for it.
His tongue aroused exquisite little sensations in my tits that accumulated into dense clouds of pleasure that discharged their burden in flashes of ecstasy, and all I could do was lean back into the couch in abject surrender. I was so happy at that moment. His warm breath brushed along the skin of my tits and excited them more than all the savage mauling I'd treated them to had managed to conjure up. Lamely, I felt his arm through his long sleeved shirt. Somehow that was enough for the time being.
Frank was much more ambitious, though. After he'd regaled my tits with the finest of pleasures, he let one hand stray down my belly to the waistband of my skirt. I became a little tense at that because it suddenly occurred to me that Mr. Harris must be thinking of me as an easy mark. I didn't want him to see me that way, so when his hand began to gather up my skirt in an attempt to reach my thigh, I pushed it away and shook my head as if I meant it. He merely kissed me on the lips and went back to it. Again I pushed him away, but that was enough. When he tried to next time I let my legs relax so that they parted unobtrusively. What the hell, I thought, let him think of me as he will-as long as I can get that big dick of his into my hands nothing matters.
"Beautiful," he murmured over and over. His hands were all over me now, sampling this and that before concentrating on my tits and pussy with considerable skill. His hands were so big and strong, and when he took all of my cunt into the palm of one hand I felt as though I'd swoon with delight. One by one my intense little erotic dreams were coming true. If only I could force myself to touch his dick!
He took my skirt off and then stood up to remove my panties in style. He drew them down slowly, letting them slide along my legs right to the ankles. Then, staring straight at my snatch, he zipped them over my feet and caught me by the heels to open my legs wide. I was kind of embarrassed. After all, no one but the family doctor had seen me in that position. But then I saw the light in his eyes again and I became like putty in his hands. Frank went down on his knees and rested my legs on his shoulders while he shuffled forward with his head coming closer and closer to my pussy. This was an unknown quantity to me, so I gazed at him in fascination. Surely he wasn't going to...?
"Do you mind me doing this?" he asked without taking his eyes off my cunt. "Some girls don't like it, not till they've tried it anyway."
"Oh, go ahead," I said and my voice sounded very high all of a sudden. "I'll try anything." .
"Good." I saw his tongue appear, pink and wet, and then he was into my pussy with his whole face and only that movable tongue distinguished itself by licking and probing while the rest of him brought pressure to bear on my clit and all those other sensitive areas. My head was spinning from all the pleasure that gave me. At first the idea of him wanting to kiss my pussy was enough to throw me into convulsions, but not long after that devilish tongue of his established itself as a major erotic force. It worked its way into my cunt hole and licked where I'd only fingered, then it moved up along the slit till it bumped into my erect clitoris and treated it to totally new delights. I was prepared to lay there all day while he ate my pussy. Unfortunately, just as I was getting to love it better than anything else in the world, Frank looked up and said: "You really liked that, huh?"
"I loved it!" I squealed. "But are you sure it's as much fun for you, Frank?"
"Well, I like it pretty well," he said, "but people ought to be reciprocal about these activities-if you know what I mean?"
I didn't at first but then he took off his shirt and tie, baring a broad, deep chest with hair growing along the breastbone and another trickle of it running down from his flat belly into his pants. Then he undid the belt and zipper and let his pants fall to the floor. Now he only had on briefs, and the bulge in them looked bigger than ever. His knob came all the way up to the elastic waistband, and my breath caught in the back of my throat as I contemplated having that monster between my legs. Surely it wouldn't fit! He took his briefs off and stood before me, arms akimbo, while his cock poked up and out like a flagpole.
"Wow!" I said. It was just as I'd imagined it, brown, with a rosy glans that topped his cock like a hammerhead. His balls hung low and looked like two eggs in a brown pouch that was covered in long brown hair. Frank just stood still but I knew what we both wanted. I sat up and embraced him about his ass to draw him nearer. Now the swollen knob was right in front of my eyes, no imagination, just the real thing, and my mouth opened wide, wider than it had to in my dreams, to accommodate this thick stalk. I couldn't get over how hard and thick it was, yet it was also very sensitive, as I found out when I accidentally bit it.
"Careful, careful!" he said angrily, pulling away. .
"I will be," I said, "but I've never done this before."
"Haven't you?" His anger was instantly displaced by bliss. "Well, just remember to keep your lips between your teeth and my cock and you can't go wrong."
"Okay." For a moment, it was a teacher-pupil relationship, but only for a moment. Then his cock towered up before my eyes once more and my mouth watered copiously as it endeavored to fit as much of the rock-hard meat into itself as was possible. He was too hard and his cock pointed up at too sharp an angle, so I made him sit down and I curled up between his legs. Then, just to realize all of my cocksucking fantasies, I began to draw the tip of my tongue along his cock and balls, savoring the masculine virility of tie throbbing cock and the heavy veins, swallowing his balls for a brief moment's pleasure and breathing in that sweaty, pissy, he-man fragrance that blended so delicately with the smell of his skin and soap. This exploration made it much easier for me. I had the measure of this man, I knew how big his dick was, how wide and how deep it would go, and when I got up on my knees to admit him once more his cock slipped in between my lips easily until it bumped into the back of my palate.
A powerful urge to gag almost ruined the whole act but I fought it back and began to breathe regularly through my nose. The impulse was a violent one but it passed. Frank groaned way down in his belly. I looked at him to find him the picture of happiness. I clamped my lips around his cock and drew them up and down his tautness, inducing a sympathetic rhythm in his loins. It absorbed me so much that I forgot about the urgent demands of my pussy. It was wet and hot, aching to be filled with his hot meat, but everything was secondary to his satisfaction then. My lips and tongue combined to make him a happy man, and the more he groaned and the more he tried to shove his entire prick down my throat, the more I tried to oblige him.
The more he enjoyed himself the more I did, but at a certain point he left me way behind, His hands clasped the back of my head and kept on pushing me down while his cock thrust into my face as though he was fucking it, and his moans turned into bestial grunts. I just struggled to keep up with him, sucking and licking for all I was worth. Nothing had prepared me for the finale, though. One second I had a mouth full of hot cock and the next great dollops of hot cream burst out of it and filled me up, doubly. I couldn't breathe, the stuff choked my throat and even my nose and it seemed that the more of it I swallowed the more streamed out of him. I could feel it trickling down my chin and dripping on my tits, and Frank meanwhile bucked about like a berserk horse, and I thought I would die of several causes in that short stretch of time. But I persisted, swallowing and sucking until all of his sperm was down in my belly except for the overflow. And I wiped that off my chin and tits with the back of my hand, only to lick it off. Frank couldn't be happier.
"Oh baby," he said, shaking his head in wonder, "if this is your first time at blowing I'd love to be around when you get a bit of experience at it."
"I guess it comes naturally to me," I said, still relishing the salty, even spicey taste of his cream. "But now will you make love to me? That's what I want to do most of all."
"As soon as I get my dick up again," he promised, groping around for his cigarettes. I found them for him and lit one.
"How do you get it up again?" I asked.
"Well, there are several ways," he said. The smoke dribbled up to the ceiling in intricate blue lines and he gazed at them absently as he talked. "You can make me feel good by taking it into your mouth again or you can play with it manually, so to speak, or you can turn me on in other ways. Why, haven't you had much to do with men?"
"No," I said, but I didn't go into details. A
girlfriend of mine had told her boyfriend she was a virgin and he immediately resolved not to screw her till they were married. So she'd had to go and he to another guy just to get laid! I wasn't going to make that mistake.
"God, and I thought you were the most popular girl in school! Well, you are obviously but you've done nothing about it."
"Thanks to my brothers my private life is a bit limited," I said, making it lighthearted. "I can't go anywhere without a couple of them trailing me."
I took him limp dick into both my hands and shook it about, not knowing what else to do with it. Frank said nothing, he just kept on smoking his cigarette and gazing into the smoke. I took it into my mouth for a moment and found it was nice and soft now, quite chewy, but I knew better than to use teeth. But I couldn't get into eating him again. I was too restless. My pussy felt as though it would catch fire if something wasn't done about its condition soon. To allay its agony I sat on Frank's right thigh and rubbed it against his hairy muscles there. At once his cock started to swell up and my pussy began to drip with lust. Not long after that, he put out his cigarette and took my tits into his hands to pinch the nipples and squeeze the flesh, as if I needed to be warmed up!
When his cock had reconstructed itself he made me sit on top of it, facing him. My pussy was far too tight to take more than half an inch of his stalk, and I got quite depressed. It was too big! That was all there was to it. He'd never fit inside me and I would have to wait for another opportunity and another man to get myself fucked. Frank didn't seem to be upset, though, which gave me a little hope. His big strong hands held me by the waist and moved me up and down ever so slowly, working his knob into my pussy hole so that the inside flesh was pulled forward and my clitoris got chafed by it. That made me even wetter, though I hadn't thought that possible either. And bit by bit his large organ eased its way into my tight hole, distributeing the juices to smooth its path, relaxing me to stop my cunt from contracting, and at last his thick knob slipped past the barrier, taking my labia into the hole with it.
Frank's hands came up from under my thighs and pulled my hairy pussy lips back out of the way. He supported me at the same time, lifting me and then shoving his dick deeper into me. So far it was just painful. I was thrilled but apprehensive. How much further could he get without ripping me into two equal halves? I felt as though he was disemboweling me or impaling me on a tree trunk! Yet he kept coming in, patiently, persistently, till half of his cock was inside me.
But then it stopped. His knob bumped into something in my box that was very painful. I bit my lip to stop from crying out because I wanted him to go on in spite of everything. He lifted me a little and then let me drop an inch or so. Something tore deep inside my body and I let out a bloodcurdling yell. Warm fluids sprang up in my cunt and flooded down, past his cock and out of me to drip down on his balls. It was blood. Before Frank saw it, though, it oiled his dick and I sank down on him all the way.
I was crying and laughing at the same time, so happy to have made it and in such God-awful pain that I didn't know what to do. I lay on top of him with my arms around his neck, keeping my cunt clamped about his cock and keeping it very still so the pain would subside. But Frank didn't know what I was going through so he turned us both over until I was on my back on the couch and he was hunched over me with his dick sliding back out of my cunt. I wanted to warn him, to tell him he'd kill me if he pushed his dick back inside, but the words wouldn't come. His cock stopped, the knob barely touching my splayed pussy hole. I held my breath and said goodbye to everyone I knew. His great shaft began to move forward and I held on to him for dear life, not daring to breathe.
It felt wonderful! His dick slid along my cuntal walls and stroked them the right way, arousing me in a new and maddening way. The pain melted into obscurity and in its place was pure delight. Reality was far preferable to dreams, just then. The weight of his body on top of mine was like a cosmic caress, and the sensation of his thick cock pushing in and out of my cunt and forcing the muscles about the entrance apart, while bringing his bushy pubic bone down on my clitoris, all added up to a pleasure that I couldn't have imagined prior to experiencing it. I clung to him with all my might and let him push me from one level of pleasure to the next. But again, just as I was getting lost in it all, I felt a different sensation, a small geyser of hot stuff breaking loose inside me, and a moment later Frank withdrew.
"Is that all?" I asked, unable to disguise my disappointment.
"I'm afraid so," he said. "That's all for today, anyway. You're welcome to visit me anytime. In fact, I insist on it. Hey, look at that," he exclaimed suddenly, pointing at his cock, "you're having your period, aren't you?"
"No, that's virgin blood," I confessed shyly. . "What? Oh no, don't tell me ... well, I'll be damned!" he grinned. "And I thought you'd been fucked as often as I've eaten breakfast. That goes to show you how wrong you can be, doesn't it?"
"I guess," I shrugged, finding it less than amusing. "By the way, you'd better get me a towel before I ruin your couch."
He hurried to get one and watched me as I wiped the blood and sperm off my pussy. Now that the deed was done I became very worried. What if my brothers had decided to go home early and found me not there? They'd surely rush back to the school and ask around to see if anyone had noticed me doing anything out of the ordinary. The last thing I wanted was for them to discover my secret. They'd beat Frank up, big as he was, and he didn't deserve that at all.
"Can I take a shower before I go," I asked, "you know, just to get rid of the evidence?"
"I'll have one with you," he said, and together we walked into the shower and stood under a cascade of cold water. Once my body was used to the temperature it began to tingle all over in a most sensual way. And seeing Frank all gleaming wet with his pubic hair plastered down to reveal the full outline of his cock, also aroused me. But Frank didn't seem to notice. He washed my back and I washed his but then he got out of the shower and dried himself, content to look at me. I felt let down about that for some reason. I knew he was tired and that his cock didn't want to stand up anymore, but my body overruled my senses. It still needed something, a dessert of some kind, and I knew it wouldn't rest till it got it.
When I told Frank that he became quite annoyed. "Now wait a minute, honey," he said, slipping his pants back on, "you have to learn that a man can only do so much and no more. If you're not satisfied after all we've done together, that means you're just not experienced enough to make the best of it. Don't worry about it for now, you'll soon get the hang of it. And if you really want to get a lot of experience in a short time come around again tomorrow and the next day and the next, as often as you like. Will you do that?"
"I'll see," I said. Even though I didn't know what else he could do I figured there had to be something. He might have rubbed my pussy for a while or he could have sucked on my tits, that would have made me feel better. But he wasn't about to start anything and I had to get home anyway. "I don't know if I'll be able to give my brothers the slip too often."
"You will try, though, won't you?" He looked anxious now.
"Oh sure, as often as I can." I got dressed, checked my appearance in the mirror, and left him standing there. Once outside the apartment building I began to hurry. I wanted to put as much distance between him and me as possible so my brothers would never know who deflowered me, even if they discovered I was no longer in tact. Besides that, I wanted to get home to bring that little extra relief to my system. If Frank wouldn't do it, I had to do it myself, that was all. Some of my girlfriends told me they always masturbated after kissing their boyfriends good night. Otherwise they'd be tense all the following day. Apparently it was a woman's lot to need both men and her own fingers to keep herself happy.
I was relieved to find no one home when I got back. There was a note on the table saying that the folks had gone to visit some relatives in the neighboring town and wouldn't be back till dinner. And the boys were probably still swimming in the lake, frolicking with all the girls from my school. It was all right for them to fuck around but not for me. Well, screw them, I thought bitterly as I made my way up to my room and locked the door. At least this time I had something concrete to fantasize about.
With a sigh I took off my clothes and opened the drapes wide so I could keep an eye on the driveway. The boys had a way of bursting the small lock that safeguarded my privacy, barging in with boisterous good humor, and I didn't want them to catch me at it. The familiar routine began, fixing my mind on Frank's big cock, taking both tits in hand and squeezing them softly until the blood had been warmed up and my loins were itching for a little attention. Then one of the hands snuck down my belly and extended a solitary finger that located my clit and rotated over it slowly but firmly. I could feel the last of my lust getting drawn up to the surface, a heavy lump of it, and I rolled over on my side to clamp my finger between my thighs while the other hand rubbed my tits vigorously. How I longed for Frank at that moment! His hands on my tits, his cock in my pussy, fucking me into oblivion and subduing this deep itch in my pussy once and for all. Ah, but at least I'd been laid once and that meant it would happen again and again and again! My finger snuck into the cunt hole, normally tight and resistant but now wide open and almost sucking the digit into itself. I could hardly wait for the next man. I'd be so much better the second time because I'd know what to expect! I wanted him so much I could feel him inside me! And that was all I needed to get over the last hill. A mild but purging orgasm swept through me and left my body at peace for once. I closed my eyes and savored the warm glow inside me, mindless and content for the moment.
Then the front gate opened and shut and I saw my brothers coming home, their hair wet and towels around their necks. I dressed quickly and opened the lock, then lay down with a hand on my forehead so it would look as though I had a headache. In the back of my mind I started to wonder what would happen if I were to ignore them for once.
CHAPTER TWO
A delicious sensation lingered deep down in my pussy, a kind of erotic itch that was brand new to me. It made me want to do everything at once-to be fucked, to be eaten out, to be at the head of a gang bang-but my brothers resumed their vigil with the same grim determination that had kept me a virgin for far too long. Mr. Harris seemed to share my condition, judging by the looks he gave me in class. That thick bulge in his pants grew whenever out eyes met and reminded me of the delights it had given me. And when it did that erotic itch badly needed scratching, but I knew the only tool that could reach it was out of my reach. The day after I was deflowered, I tried to give my brothers the slip just to be with him. I didn't care about the consequences. After I'd been fucked, my brothers could punish me any way they wanted to. However, as soon as I stepped out of the classroom they circled me like an honor guard and I was marched off to our house. I saw my teacher standing at the gate looking at me with longing.
Once home I went into my own room and tilted a chair against the door to make sure no one would interrupt me. It was hot outside and my clothes clung to me like sodden rags. I paced around my room for sometime, trying to think of ways I could escape but it was all to no avail. My room was on the second floor, too long a drop for a person in my edgy condition. The folks were downstairs in the living room, so they had a clear view of the front door. I felt like a prisoner!
My frustration grew by the minute. Suddenly my clothes were a prison in themselves and I tugged at the buttons and zipper till all the garments were on the floor and I was naked save for my panties. They were soaked from the long day at school and released a heady, tantalizing odor that excited me as much as it might have excited any male. I knew that routine masturbation wouldn't have any effect on me. My body needed stronger medicine, something out of the ordinary, to distract me from my plight. It was hard to think, though. I kept pacing over toward the window and measuring the drop with my eyes, wondering over and over if I couldn't make it, if I would be noticed, if I could get away with it. Perhaps if I waited for nightfall ... but that was too long into the future. It was summer, the days were endless, and I needed my satisfaction right away.
There was a knock on the door. In accordance with the regulations of the Fuller household, I covered my nakedness before I opened up. My mother didn't like her children to be too open with each other. Burt, my youngest brother, came in and sat on the bed, frowning as though he had something on his mind. I gathered my robe around me and sat in the chair facing him.
"Listen, Wanda," he began hesitantly, looking everywhere but into my eyes, "you might be able to help me with a problem I'm having. I mean, you're a girl and girls know about girls, right?"
"I guess so," I said. My hands rested in my lap, tempting my pussy like a little blind animal might be tempted by the smell of food in a trap.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Well ... it's this girl I've been seeing lately, Judy ... do you know her? What I mean is, do you know her well?"
"Pretty well." I knew he'd been taking her out on Saturday nights but he'd never talked to me about her. That was another thing I resented-that my brothers were allowed to date and I wasn't. Jerry, the oldest, who attended the college of which my high school was a part, could go out all weekend if he wanted to, and Mason, Will, and Burt could stay out till late on Saturday nights, but I couldn't go anywhere unattended.
"She and I have been going together for two months now," Burt went on, "and we've been getting into some hot situations now and then, you know? But for it to get any hotter I have to know what she thinks of me. Has she ever talked with you about that?"
"Hot?" I queried, raising a prim eyebrow. "How do you mean exactly, Burt?"
"Oh, you know ... third base and all that," he mumbled. His blush was very becoming. Burt wasn't as robust as the other three but he was the best looking. His hair was darker than mine, almost light brown, and his eyes were big and dark, his features were fine and distinct, much like mine were. In fact we were often mistaken for twins.
"I see ... and now you want to go all the way?"
"That's what's in the back of my mind," he mumbled.
"Tell me, exactly what have you and Judy been up to? Does she let you do everything? And when you touch her in certain places, does she seem to like it?"
"She seems to like it just fine." Now he warmed to his subject and I could tell by the retrospective look in his eyes that he was busily reliving some of his finer adventures. While he was preoccupied, I slipped one hand into the folds of my robe and began to secretively fondle my pussy, very carefully, very slowly, imagining the situation vividly as he talked. "We go to the drive-in a lot, you know, and now it's at the stage where we don't even bother to take in the speaker. She likes me to touch her breasts and kiss the nipples especially, and when she gets really excited-but you don't want all the details, do you?"
"I won't know what's going through her mind unless you tell me everything." I said firmly.
"Well, she doesn't like to be fingered but she loves to be stroked right between her legs. She can't get enough of that. When she gets hot from me sucking on her nipples she just takes my hand and puts it right between her legs, and then she starts to move her hips very sensually so that the side of my hand rubs into her box.
That goes on for hours, and all I have to do is sit there and leave it to her."
"Sounds like she enjoys your company," I said, "but what does she do for you?"
"That's just it," he said, sitting forward and fixing me with an intense look. "She doesn't do a goddamned thing! It's like her body is a pleasure machine and I'm the operator! Not that I'm complaining. I get a hell of a kick out of playing with her. But now and then I get so hard and horny that I don't know what to do with myself. The other night, for instance, my balls were three times their normal size and ached like mad. They hurt so much that I couldn't even-" He broke off and looked away, blushing again.
"Perhaps she's just shy," I suggested. Images floated through my mind like tropical fish in an aquarium I could just see little redheaded Judy writhing naked in the back of Burt's car, moaning and pushing her pubic bone against his hand. And it was also easy to imagine her wallowing in her selfish pleasure, unaware of my young brother's needs. I was sure she'd been laid at some time or another but she never talked about it, not even when all of us girls laid our cards on the table.
"Shy?" Burt laughed sarcastically. "You ought to see her at the drive in! The lights go down and before they're fully out, her clothes are off and she's pressing her tits into my face and using my hand as a kind of vibrator. No, she's anything but shy."
"About sex, I mean. Perhaps she's had a bad experience. And if that's the case you're going to have to decide on the best course of action and follow through with it."
"You're a great help," he snorted. "But then, you haven't had much experience in this field, have you?"
"No, not really. Speaking as a girl, though, that's what you'll have to do."
"Okay, thanks, Wanda." He walked out of my room no happier than he'd entered it, but he'd given me something that I'd been looking for. My mind had been stoked up and my fantasy had taken shape. All I had to do now was secure the door and He back on my bed to let it develop. I could see the whole scene when I shut my eyes, little Judy with her tiny tits, avid, feverish, holding her pink nipples up to my brother's mouth. And him seizing on them, his cock throbbing painfuUy in the dark recesses of his underpants, touching himself the way I touched my pussy in class or when he'd been talking to me, just to give it a little support. I opened my robe wide and pushed one hand down into my panties to cup my wet, needy pussy and squeeze it reassuringly. Help was on the way. Burt's cock, long and slender, still pinker than Mr. Harris', loomed before my mind's eye. I'd glimpsed at it now and then, and I'd had a long, good look at it the time I saw him jerking off in the bathroom some months earner when I'd come home early from a party held by my uncle. He looked so happy then, sitting on the toilet with his cock held softly in his clenched fist, stroking up and down and gazing at the flushed knob with affection.
Slowly two of my fingers worked their way into my pussy hole, rotating inside the tight clamp of the muscles to make room for themselves. One thought led to another, cocks dangled and towered before my eyes, my thumb began to titillate my clitoris, my free hand caressed my nipples teasingly, and my body began to undulate to the beat of my desires. I recalled every detail of my experience with Mr. Harris, all the sensations, until they were threadbare. Then back to Burt and his little redhead, using the situation until it wouldn't yield any more inspirations. It just wasn't enough!
Restlessly, I pulled my panties off and threw my robe in a corner, to begin pacing once more, fingering myself, looking at my reflection in the mirror, adopting all sorts of lewd poses, even pretending that there was a CIA man hidden behind the mirror watching my every move. Before, that had sufficed to bring me undone, but I'd had a taste of the real thing and playing with myself just couldn't get me there anymore. I ended up standing behind the long lace curtains, peering out of the window to find my inspiration in the world. Some boys passed, boisterous and loud, bursting with virility. What if I were to leap out of the window, stark naked, and fling myself at their feet? Bold thoughts crossed my mind without moving me to action. It was all in vain.
A plan began to well up in my mind as I stood at my window, exhibiting myself with revealing my body to the world. The lace curtains billowed slightly under pressure from the summery zephyr, and stroked against my oversensitive skin like a tender lover. My mind moved away from sex and into the realm of ideas: Didn't I have a cunt right here between my legs? If I could seduce all four of them, wouldn't they leave me alone? I could always blackmail them afterward by threatening to tell Mom and Dad that they'd raped me. But no, that was incest. I couldn't do that.
Yet the idea tantalized me and my masturbation grew more effective by the second. Young Burt could be swayed-and how nice it would be to make love with him. His body was so lean and tough, his cock so long, and I had a feeling that he would be a poet in bed. No, no, I couldn't think like that! I'd just keep on fantasizing for the sake of my orgasm, and then I'd stop. My mind drifted over to Will, bigger and rougher, but gentle in his own way. He was handsome and blond, and all the girls in my class adored him because he was captain of one of the football teams. Or Mason, a freshman, sporty, suave, a surfer, dancer, and a lover rolled into one. But why not take it to the extreme and opt for Jerry?
Now my juices really began to flow. Jerry was big, brutish, and dangerous. I'd seen him beat up three kids at once for my sake, and no one in the college crossed him. He wore his hair in a crewcut and had been an Eagle Scout. Broad-chested, muscular, and deeply tanned, he looked more like a bouncer than a sophomore, which is what drew me to him. I could imagine how he would make love to me-passionately, quickly-and with all the force of a pneumatic drill!
That did it. I tumbled down onto the carpet and squeezed my tits and pusssy in desperation as the bubble of my orgasm grew and grew-and popped! At once guilt overcame me. It was wrong to think of your own brothers in sexual terms. There had to be another way to secure my freedom and I would do everything to find it. I put my robe back on and hurried over to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Still in a haze and distracted by my guilt, I didn't notice that the door was shut, which was only the case when someone was inside. I just opened it and walked in, and there, sitting on the toilet, was Jerry.
I almost fainted. Were circumstances conspiring against me? He had his pants down around his ankles and rested his elbows on his knees, as if lost in thought. I couldn't see anything, just the dark shrubbery of his pubic hair, but that was enough. I screamed and jumped back to slam the door. Then I rushed back into my room and threw myself on the bed, as frustrated as I had been when I came home. My heart was pounding and my pussy ached with desire. He'd looked like such a hunk of man sitting there, those powerful thighs well apart, thighs that could crush me if he was ever to ride me.
While I was trying to collect myself the phone rang. The one concession my parents had made to my right to privacy was to give me a phone of my own, and that had been given with reluctance. I picked it up with a trembling hand and said: "Hello?"
"Hello, Wanda, it's me, Frank."
"Oh, Frank!" I cried, "Where are you?"
"I'm at home, baby, just thinking about you,"
he said huskily. "And I'm wishing you were here right now so I could make love to you. Why couldn't you come with me after school?"
"I wanted to so much, but my brothers...."
"Oh yes, your brothers. But if you'd really wanted to be with me, you would have found a way," he said.
"Believe me, it was impossible. Oh, Frank, if only you knew how much I need you!"
"I need you too, baby. I can't get those lovely tits of yours off my mind."
"Is that all?"
"And your beautiful little ass," he went on, breathing heavily. "And that delicate pussy of yours. I can just taste it now, the softness of your lips and the tightness of your hole, and how good it felt to have my cock buried deep inside of you. There has to be a way we can get together tonight. I'm dying to fuck you again."
"I know just how you feel-hey, listen, perhaps there is a way, but it's a risky one. If Jerry were to find out I don't know what he'd do to you."
"Don't worry about me, Wanda, just tell me what it is."
"Well, there's a ladder leaning against the back of our garage, and if you put that up under my window after midnight...."
"I'll be there," he said, "one o'clock on the dot. Wait for me baby." He hung the phone up and left me with far too much time on my hands. All that evening I was restless and nervous. The family noticed it and kept asking what was wrong, but I told them it was just women's troubles. I bathed at great length and perfumed my body as if I wanted to seduce a stranger. But I wanted to be perfect for Frank, I wanted it to be a night he'd want to repeat often.
At eleven o'clock I went to bed and switched on the TV to try to make time pass more quickly. The others were turning in one by one, and with every bedroom door that closed I breathed more easily. Burt came in for a little while to ask again if Judy had said anything to me, but I promised him I'd drill her the next day. Then Mom and Dad went to bed and the house fell silent. Midnight. The street lights threw a pale yellow succession of pools along the pavement and I kept my room dark so I'd see Frank the moment he came by. It was dead quiet outside too, which worried me. If he made one sound the jig could well be up. I was so anxious that the TV programs didn't even register.
Finally, the clock in the distance struck one, and I saw a shadowy figure slip into our yard. A minute later I heard the ladder scrape against the wall and soft footsteps coming up the rungs. I rushed over to the window, opening it wide, and welcomed him inside with open arms. "Frank!" I whispered, hugging him tightly. "Frank darling! I thought you'd never get here!"
He kissed me fiercely, his hands moving the straps of my nightie off my shoulders so that the flimsy garment slithered down my body and left me naked. It felt so good to have his big, strong hands caressing me, to have his hard cock pressing through his trousers against my belly, and I kissed him back as hard as I could. His tongue slid along my teeth and gums and his hands grabbed my cheeks so hard that I almost fainted with desire. I wanted him to fuck me right there and then, but Frank wanted to prolong the moment. We remained clenched in our embrace for some minutes while he explored every part of my body. Then, freeing myself from his embrace with an effort, I began to undo his shirt, baring his broad chest, running the tips of my fingers through the small clump of hair there for a moment before turning my attention to the buckle of his belt. He waited impatiently as I struggled with it but made no move to help.
At last his pants slid out of the way and left him naked except for his briefs. The outline of his cock was clearly visible in the faint light coming in from the street. I sank down on my knees and rested the side of my face against his dick, experiencing the throbbing virility of it. My hands moved along his strong hairy thighs, feeling the tense muscles, and for a moment Jerry's thighs flashed into my mind, just as powerful, masterful! Quickly I turned my face so that his cock pushed against my nose, and my uncertain fingers tugged at the elastic of his briefs to get them out of the way. Frank stood there with his legs apart and arms akimbo, gazing down at me and breathing heavily. I knew this was what he wanted, and I wanted to please him so he'd please me later. Once more his dick reared up before me and I tasted it gingerly, just getting the feel of it before I tried to swallow it all.
My pussy clamored for its share of his hard meat but for the time being I set aside all my needs to concentrate on the wonderful sensation of holding his manhood between my lips. My hands rested on his hard buttocks, stroking them absently. He smelled so good, so masculine, sweat and tobacco mingling with the odor of clothing, making me even more hungry for all of him. Half his cock was lodged in my mouth and I drew my head back and forth greedily, trying to get more of him into my body.
Somehow we managed to get onto the bed; Frank lay with his face close to my crotch while I kept on sucking at his big cock. His hands were on my tits and pussy, stroking and pinching, fingering and rubbing, working me up to a peak of passion that made it almost impossible for me to do his cock justice. I tried as hard as I could to keep sucking at it and to jerk him off with one hand but there were long moments when I just had to lie back and let him do it all.
"Let's put the light on," he whispered and I nodded my reply, my mouth being too full of him. He turned on one of the directional lamps at the side of my bed and adjusted it so the beam fell directly on my pussy. "Beautiful," he sighed, making himself comfortable with his face an inch or two away from the center of his attention. "I love that little snatch of yours, Wanda."
"How could it be different from other women's?" I asked, coming up for air briefly.
"Few of them have such distinct labia," he said, sounding like a teacher suddenly. "Your lips are surprisingly full and smooth, and they really push out. The hairline is lower, too, leaving the lips almost bald. Hey, have you ever considered shaving all the hair off?"
"Not really. Why, would you like me to?"
"Would I!" His cock found my open mouth and pushed its way inside with such force that I almost choked! Obviously the idea excited him tremendously. "I'll pay for the electrolysis, if you want."
"Ssshhh!" I cautioned him. He'd raised his voice during that fit of anticipation and I didn't want him broadcasting his presence in my room. He shut himself up by pressing his mouth against my pussy in a long, drawn-out kiss, moving his head from side to side the way people do when they kiss each other on the mouth. I clutched at his cock weakly with one hand as the rampaging pleasures tore through my body and fanned my lust to make my need for him unbearable. "Do it!" I urged him. "Please, Frank, make love to me."
He was on top of me right away, his strong, heavy body crushing me once more, his knob butting into my cunt looking for the hole, and then it slid into me, slowly, forcefully, easing its way back and forth until he was up me to the hilt. But when he began to fuck me in earnest the bedsprings began to squeak ominously.
"Stop, stop!" I hissed. "Well wake the whole house up this way."
"Let's get on the floor, then." He withdrew his cock and waited till I was prostrate on the rug, which was soft and fluffy. But something went wrong when he tried to penetrate me again. His cock buckled in the middle and I heard him curse under his breath. "What's the matter?"
"Goddamn thing's gone soft on me!"
"What?" I had no idea what he was talking about. As far as I was concerned cocks were like fingers-you either straightened them or bent them. Frank's scowl told me it wasn't quite so simple. "How can that be?" I asked. "Don't you want me?"
"I want nothing else," he grumbled. "You're going to have to make me hard again, baby, or we're both going to be two very frustrated people."
"Okay." I tried to hide my disappointment. My mood was perfect for a good, hard fuck, and now it would have to be postponed until I got him functioning again. I wondered if many men had that problem or if it was peculiar to Frank. Still, if I wanted him to rise again I would have to get down to it.
by the time I got to his dick it was as soft as his tongue, wet from my pussy, resting on his left thigh like a sleeping baby. I took it between my lips and tasted the tart juices of my own body with secret delight. I tasted good! Making a mental note to get a few more licks of myself after he'd gone, I swallowed him whole, this time without effort, and began to suck on it. This was nice, I thought, once I got the feel of what I was doing. His dick was endearing in its flaccid condition, sort of helpless and yet pacifying. I moved my body until my cunt was hard op against his shin bone and worked it up and down for my private pleasure while I did my best to straighten out his dick with lips, tongue, and teeth. He didn't respond at first but he caressed my hair in approval of my efforts.
Minutes ticked by, minutes during which my lust grew and his cock didn't. I began to despair. Perhaps it would never go up again, perhaps I was the last woman he'd ever fuck. Or was it that I no longer excited him? I would have to shave my box to get him aroused next time. But what if my family noticed I no longer had that golden bush down there? They'd be sure to suspect something. No, I would have to find other ways.
My hands slid up under his ass and my fingers pushed down into the narrow slit between his cheeks to see if that would do it. At once his cock gave a little start and I dug in deeper. It was working! I eased one finger over to his asshole and pressed down on the soft but unyielding sphincters. Another throb and his cock was half-hard! Encouraged I pressed as hard as I could and the reluctant muscles parted to admit the top joint. His asshole clamped itself around my finger very tightly, cutting off my circulation, but it was so nice that I worked the rest of my finger into him. Warm and slightly moist, his asshole relaxed slowly and I explored the cavity beyond the sphincters with amazing results. His cock grew hard as rock within a minute. I expected he would throw me down and fuck me at once, but instead he levered himself up on both feet and presented his ass to me in full.
I could take a hint. His cock slapped back against his belly as I took my mouth away from it, and then I began to nuzzle his cheeks with nose and tongue, exploring some more. He tasted musky, sweaty, down there, unpleasant at first. But as I persisted that unpleasant taste began to excite me. The tip of my furled tongue entered his now open asshole and flicked at the in-sides of his body. Frank groaned audibly and I heard him take hold of his dick to begin beating off. My tongue ran along the slit of his ass for as far as it could get, came back down to his puckered little asshole, went back further to twist up to take his balls into my mouth, savoring all of him. It seemed as though all of my lust had shifted to my mouth because I'd forgotten all about getting fucked.
In the middle of this oral feast there was a knock on my door. We froze. For a moment I didn't know what to do. Then, in a flurry of decisiveness, I gathered up his clothes and threw them under the bed. Frank lay dead still, hidden from view by the bed, and I hurried over to the door to open it a little way. In my haste, I'd forgotten to put on my robe, however, and when Burt saw me naked his mouth dropped open in shock.
"Burt!" I whispered. "What's the matter that you have to wake me up at this hour?"
"I saw your light was still on," he explained, staring at my nakedness, "and I've been tossing and turning for hours now. Can I come in for a while? I have to talk about Judy. She's driving me nuts!"
"No, no, not now." What did I look like, I wondered? My hair was tousled, there was nothing with which to cover myself, and I felt wet and sweaty all over. Did he see how matted my pubic hair was? I would have cared more if I hadn't been in the grip of lust. At that moment most of my body was pulsing hotly, and, unconsciously I rested one of my hands on my tits and squeezed one of them with a deep sigh. Burt's bugging eyes reminded me to stay cool for a little while longer.
"I just wanted to ask you ... well, how about if you and Judy were to get friendly, would you find out what she thinks of me then? I mean, you might invite her over to have dinner with all of us. I have to know, you understand?"
I could see the poor boy was very confused, and so I nodded and packed him off to bed. When the door closed behind me I turned off the light and rushed to join Frank. He'd kept his cock hard by masturbating slowly, and he held it up straight while I squatted over it and let myself down ever so carefully. His aim was right on target. The thick knob felt like a beefsteak must taste to a starving man. The pain of it forcing my cunt wide open was sheer bliss right then. My cunt longed for a sensation, any sensation at all, and he gave them to me. His big cock filled me from top to bottom, it kept moving up and up, bumping into arsenals of erotica inside me and touching them off into explosions of delight that had me moaning and tossing my head helplessly. Only then did I realize how much I had desired him, how deep my longing had been. And, at the same time, I saw that to be without a good length of cock would be pure misery from then on. I had talent for sex, that much was true; but I needed it also!
I hardly noticed it when Frank rolled us both over and hunched on top of me in his favorite position, that of the bull plowing the young heiffer. Foggily I reached for his ass and parted his cheeks wide to introduce a long finger into his asshole, which had the effect of pressing the go button. His cock zipped in and out of me at great speed, his pubic bone bashed against mine, and, since he was coming in from a high angle, the base of his dick chafed against my clitoris most deliciously. I was content to he there and to be fucked into the ground. If we'd crashed through the floor at that moment it wouldn't have stopped us. How wonderful it was to be a woman and to have such a variety of pleasure zones that were so easily stimulated. I felt every part of me humming in harmony with his love-making. His hairy chest rubbed my tits the right way, his cock set my cunt on fire, and his big strong hands mauled different parts of my body in such a way as to send me teetering into an orgasm that had all the force of a cloudburst.
I was readying myself for the next one when I felt a warm spring erupt inside me and at once Frank slowed down. Now that I'd learned a few tricks I tried to apply them to get him started again. Two fingers dove into his asshole. At least he didn't roll of me right away like before. I began to fingerfuck him vigorously with one hand and digging nails of the other hand into the flesh of his ass. Franks grunted appreciatively but that was all. While I regaled his ass with all I had to give I worked my pussy up against his hard bone, moving faster and faster as the im-menence of my orgasm motivated me. "Slow down, baby," I heard him whisper but there was nothing I could do about it. The rim of his asshole around his fingers stirred me up, his pubic bone against up cunt aroused me, his body, his smell, his limp cock resting inside me, all egged me on.
"Hey, that's enough!" he protested, pulling my fingers out of his ass and getting off me. "What's the matter with you, anyway? Didn't I give you enough?"
I couldn't answer him. The fingers shot into my pussy and pulled it back so that its pink in-sides must have been glaring him in the face. At the same time I began to squeeze and pinch my tits with a regular if jerky rhythm and my breath hissed through my teeth with the effort of satisfying myself. Frank sat down on the edge of the bed and watched my contortions moodily. I couldn't help myself! In desperation I rolled over on my stomach, both my arms under me and both hands clawing at my cunt, while my ass moved up and down to fuck whatever fingers were available. Nothing had ever been as demanding as my lust at that moment! One small section of my mind remained aloof and indicated that I was making a fool of myself and that I was probably making Frank unhappy. Against that was my burning, aching cunt, suffering from a red-hot vacuum that had to be filled with anything and everything. Writhing about on the floor and rolling from side to side I manipulated my body in every way I knew until at long last a low moan issued forth from my throat and a slow, dense orgasm purged my body of its most urgent needs.
"Wow," said Frank, shaking his head in disgust, "I didn't know you were a nymphomaniac, Wanda. I'm sorry now that this ever got started. What you need is a platoon!"
I was shocked to hear him say that. Perhaps he was right, perhaps there really was something wrong with me. Hadn't I spent a good part of the day thinking about fucking my brothers? Yes, he had a point, but was it a good one. "That's not true," I said defensively, "I just enjoy it completely. And I've done without sex for nearly eighteen years so it can't be that bad!"
"These things happen all of a sudden," Frank said vaguely. He stood up and dressed in silence. I scrambled to my feet and lay down on the bed, hot and exhausted, suddenly ashamed of having revealed that part of myself to him. Would he spread the word to the other teachers? Oh, fuck it, let him! Just because he was my first lover did that necessarily mean he was the best?
He left by the window and replaced the ladder before disappearing into the darkness of night. It was past two o'clock, high time to get some sleep. But I was still too excited to relax that deeply. Instead, I reached for my diary and began to write my experience down in full. One day I'd be able to look back on my roll in the hay with Frank and laugh scornfully. That day would be a long way into the future, and I would look back as a woman of experience who had tried everything, and liked most of it. I confided everything to my diary and always kept it hidden in a special place where no one ever looked. Not that it contained much that could incriminate me in my family's eyes-not until the day before, anyway.
Half the diary was still blank. Before I went to sleep that night, I vowed to cover those virgin pages with the most lurid confessions any girl had ever made, and none of it would be fiction!
CHAPTER THREE
During the next couple of days Mr. Harris ignored me most pointedly, which might have upset me if I hadn't been so busy. First of all, there was Judy to contend with, and secondly a new man had loomed on the horizon. But I'd promised Burt I'd do my best to win Judy's confidence for his sake, so the new man had to wait awhile.
Actually Judy proved eager to be my friend once I'd made the initial approach. We seemed to hit it off very nicely and spent some hours talking about ourselves before I took the step of inviting her to my house for dinner. "I'd love to!" said the little redhead. "But won't your brother think I came to seem him?"
"Probably, but isn't that half true?" I teased.
"No, not at all." Judy looked hurt that I should say such a thing. "You invited me and I'm accepting the invitation on your account."
"He's very nice," Judy said, still miffed by my insensitivity, "but we're not going steady or anything like that. I guess you might say we're just good friends."
"Okay, in that case I'll warn him to keep his distance when you're having dinner with us,"
I said, and she rewarded me with a quick, dazzling smile which showed me how very pretty she was. Her red hair was dark in hue and lustrous, and flowed freely down her shoulders to the small of her back. Her eyes were dark brown but sometimes looked dark red, and she had a small, upturned nose and a small, full mouth that made her look twelve years old. Even her body was girlish, with the tummy pushing out so that her back curved inward sharply and came out as abruptly to form a pert, tight little ass that I found enviable. When she walked her cheeks quivered ever so faintly, much less than mine, and her belly came first whenever she entered the room, followed closely by her crotch. I could well imagine her thrilling to Burt's caresses ever so selfishly. She looked as though she'd expect boys to pay homage to her girlish beauty, without her having to reciprocate. I didn't know then how wrong I was.
That matter settled, I was able to concentrate more on the new man in my life. He didn't know it yet but my eye was fixed on him. His name was Mr. Ross and he was the physical education instructor, a splendid looking fellow who always wore tight-fitting clothes and made all the girls grow moist whenever he went through his exercises. He was tall and ruggedly handsome, muscular without bulging too much, and I had a sneaking suspicion that he could do for me what Mr. Harris had failed to do-satisfy me!
We had his class at the end of the afternoon. Mr. Ross had always appealed to me but now, with my new needs brewing inside me and with my sights set on target, he made me flush hotly each time I looked at him. I was in the front row of the class, exercising along, touching my toes and all that, but constantly sneaking peeks at his magnificent body. Frank was nice but Mr. Ross was delicious! His muscles rippled each time he moved and the crotch of his pants drew taut whenever he straightened up, making me dizzy with lust. I had to think up a way of get-ting to him!
He noticed my covert looks, too. As the class progressed he began to look my way more often. He understood! At once my exercises were performed with more verve. I bent lower than the others so that my skimpy gym blouse fell open and my ripe tits revealed themselves to him as far as it was possible without being openly indecent. And when he told us to He on our backs and make pedaling motions with our legs in the air, I kept mine well apart and shifted forward to draw my shorts more tautly along my pussy. He came toward me, ostensibly to correct the way I was pedaling, but I knew what was on his mind. His eyes bored into the subtle fold under my shorts and then he shifted his gaze to look me straight in the eye. In that electric moment the message passed back and forth: "Yes!"
"Oh, Miss Fuller!" he called when he'd dismissed the class. Would you stay behind a moment, please?"
"Certainly, sir," I said. None of the others suspected but my pussy and I knew what was going to happen. Both of us throbbed with anticipation.
"Just come into my office for a moment if you don't mind." He opened the door to let me in, followed me inside, and closed the door. The next moment I was in his arms, grinding my pussy against his upper leg and feeling his thick cock pressing against my belly. How I loved that feeling! It was the sample that convinces. His hands held my head still as he kissed me passionately and our bodies began to undulate in unison, pushing harder and harder into each other as though our lust was about to boil over. Already I was fumbling with my shorts to get them off. There was no time to waste! My brothers would be gathering at the entrance to the school ready to march me off. If he gave it to me right away, we could just squeeze by.
But Mr. Ross was a lover, not a rusher. Even when my shorts dropped to the floor he continued his slow, thorough going seduction of my pulsing body, running his hands over my covered tits and kissing the arch of my neck. Why had I worn panties that day! It cost precious seconds to get them off, especially since he distracted me so much. My unsteady hands wormed them down over my ass and one of his hands came down that far to run an appreciative finger between the split of my buttocks, but that's as far as we got.
"Wanda!" It was Jerry's voice echoing through the gym. Mr. Ross backed off at once and indicated I should get dressed. "Hey, Wanda! Let's go already!"
I emerged from the office feeling shaky, patting my hair down so he wouldn't see any signs of a scuffle. Jerry was looking in the direction of the girls' dressing room, expecting me to come out of there in my street clothes. When I hadn't changed and came out of the teacher's office, a dark scowl crossed his face. "What the hell were you doing in there?" he asked suspiciously.
"We were just discussing the upcoming school play," I lied glibly. "Mr. Ross is producing it, you see."
"Yeah? Well, it seems to me we're going to have to watch you more closely from now on." I protested, of course, but Jerry wouldn't say another word about it. My brothers closed ranks about me and I had to go along with them. Every, nerve in my body seemed to be poking up out of my skin. Even the slow breeze aroused me. And the impression his big cock had left on my belly burned through me, exciting and frustrating me at the same time. Why the hell did they have to be so eagle-eyed? I could tell Jerry was still brooding about not finding me in the expected place. He was the main sentinel, really. But for him, the other three wouldn't be so vigilant.
"Is Judy coming tonight?" Burt asked when we were alone in my room.
"Yes, but you have to play along a little," I said, tugging at the buttons of my blouse. It was so goddamned hot, so clammy and close, that I could hardly breathe. How I needed a respite from my condition! I found myself eyeing Burt as lustfully as I had Mr. Ross. Burt was smaller and less rugged but he was a man with a man's equipment. He had it in his power to scratch that wild itch at the bottom of my pussy, to dig deep enough and to blow hard enough to extinguish for a good long time. But he was my brother and that sort of thing wasn't done!
"What do you mean?"
"Well, she's coming because I invited her, and she's coming as my friend. So you'll have to wait for a signal from her before you can pounce on her," I said moodily. Why did men have to be so dumb?
"little bitch!" he muttered. He flung himself into the easy chair near the window and put his feet up on the sill. "She knows that I'm dying for it and that's why she's playing it cagey."
"Why should it matter so much to you? She's not the only girl in school, right?"
"But she's the only one that I've gotten so far with and I can't start all over again with another! A man's only got one life, you know."
"So what's the hurry?" As if I didn't know.
"You don't know because you're a girl," he said churlishly. "It's nothing for a girl to do without sex because they don't need it. But I've been waiting for years to try it, Wanda, and it's driving me crazy to think that the others have screwed a girl and I haven't."
"You're a virgin?" I exclaimed, suddenly interested. "I was sure you'd lost your cherry ages ago."
"No, you and me," he sighed, "we're in the same boat." "Yes, that's right."
Burt sank back into silence. He glared moodily out of the window and I could tell he would be there for a long time. I wanted him to go so that I'd at least be able to masturbate but there was no way of getting through to him, not by hints, anyway. "Listen, brother dear," I said at last, "I want to get changed, so...."
"Go ahead," he said, "I won't look."
"After the other night I'm not so sure." I could see him coloring brightly but he shook his head and said that if I didn't trust him to change behind the screen. In the far corner of my room stood a Japanese screen that my father had bought me for my fourteenth birthday, yet another protector of my modesty. I sighed, took my robe, and disappeared behind it. But once I had off all my clothes I couldn't resist the temptation of playing with myself just a little bit. My own nakedness aroused me, it seemed. Besides, Burt was lost in thought, he wouldn't notice it if I took a long time. I had to get some kind of relief.
I reached out to the dresser and took the hairbrush off it. Armed with that I began to fore-play myself, gently touching and kissing my nipples. Once that had been enough. When my tits were big enough for me to get my lips to the nipples I'd spent fine hours driving myself to distraction. But these days I needed stronger medicine. Still, it sufficed to bring me up to that excruciating plane where ecstasy was within reach but frustration persisted like a background hum. I managed to keep one eye on Burt in case he made a sudden move, and then, when my body thrilled to every little bit of stimulation, I applied the stiff bristles of the brush to my pussy.
It had to be done very softly. Too much and I'd fall to the floor. My knees trembled violently as the rough brush tantalized every part of my cunt-up and down, sliding along the labia till they parted like petals under the sun, and it made contact with the even more sensitive inner flesh. Now my passion really gathered momentum. Burt was still gazing out of the window. One of his hands rested casually on his lap but I noticed to my delight that the fingers were moving ever so slightly, just enough to put him into the category of playing with himself. Both of us were masturbating! That stoked my fires up till it became almost unbearable. All I had to do was to present my nakedness to him and he would be sure to succumb. Perish the thought! Apart from the risks involved, I would never be able to face myself again.
A little bit more. My teeth were set and the sweat gushed down from my brow. I had to clutch at the screen for support. The brush dug in more deeply, hurting me as much as it pleased me. Only the pain turned into more pleasure until at last a small but intense orgasm rippled through my loins and blunted the edge of my desire. I wanted to keep going and if I had been alone I would have. But with an effort of will I laid the brush aside, slipped my robe on, and came out from behind the screen to sit on the edge of the bed. I was far from being better. And Burt's obvious erection didn't help. Was he thinking of me or of Judy? He'd never tell.
"What's the matter, baby boy?" I said tenderly, stroking his hair. "Is the little boy upset?"
"Don't fuck around," he said curtly.
"Ooohh, is diddums angry with sister? Does he want sister to kiss it all better?"
"Push off!" He pulled his head away from my hand and continued to stare through the window. Just touching him excited me, so I stroked his long hair a little more. He jumped to his feet, a mixture of anger and laughter in his eyes, and said, "If you don't stop that I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, Wanda, so watch out."
"Poor diddums," I said in baby talk, reaching out to pat his head again. That did it. He threw me back on the bed and we started to wrestle just as we'd done long ago when we were innocent of the difference between the sexes. This time we were all too aware of it, especially when my robe came undone. I wanted him desperately and was prepared in that mad moment to let him have me. But he stopped when he found himself on top of my almost naked body, and his face turned a fiery red.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry, Wanda," he said, getting off me at once and closing my robe. "I didn't mean for that to happen. Please don't tell anyone about this."
"I won't, it was just good clean fun that caused it," I soothed him. It seemed as though both of us knew it wasn't. Burt left my room and I was about to reach for the hairbrush again, when the call came from downstairs that Judy had arrived. I dressed hurried and went down to greet her. She looked prettier than ever, dressed in tight slacks and an equally form-fitting top that accentuated the graceful, girlish curves of her body. Burt was literally watering at the mouth when he saw her, but she attached herself to me.
All of us gathered at the dinner table. My four brothers were more than polite to Judy. Everyone of them wanted her, that much was obvious. They were more talkative, more witty, than usual, but Judy didn't seem to notice. Even my father inclined toward her. He looked very handsome that evening with his hair greying at the temples, but deep brown for the rest, his face square-cut and strong like Jerry's, and his demeanor that of a gentleman who's experienced the world and all its bounties to the full. Judy was a little more impressed with him but either she didn't understand the origins of that courtliness, or she took heed of mother's warning glances.
Seeing my family through her eyes, as it were, I noticed how lucky I'd been to become part of such a good-looking group. Really, if they hadn't been kin I would have gladly gone to bed with any one of them, especially my father. For all his moral inflexibility and the despotic way in which he ran the house, he was a man of great charm and appeal. But I dismissed such thoughts as being the product of my overheated condition and did my best to participate in the conversation.
All of them took to Judy. She turned out to be a fresh and clever girl in company, and my liking for her grew by the minute. It was no longer a forced thing, for Burt's sake. She genuinely appealed to me as a person ... or was it as a woman? That made me shiver. True, I'd told my diary that I would do anything and everything, but only with men who weren't part of the Fuller clan. Was it really necessary to draw the line there? I felt as though I knew nothing at that time.
The night slipped by surprisingly quickly and when someone remarked that it was already midnight, my mother said Judy had better spend the night with us. Judy nodded her agreement and called her folks to inform them. "But where will she sleep?" asked Burt, his motives plastered all over his face.
"She can sleep in Wanda's room," Mom said with a faint smile. "I suppose that's all right with you, is it Wanda?"
"My bed's more than big enough," I said, hoping I wasn't blushing.
"Fine, that's settled. Well, what do you say, Dad, time to go to bed?" My father nodded and the company began to disperse slowly, doing last minute things, going to the bathroom, chatting a little longer. Judy followed me up the stairs chatting about something that I couldn't grasp. My mind was in a dither. Would something happen? I had no idea of what could happen but I sensed something was about to, anyway. Burt came after us as if hoping for a reprieve. Judy closed the bedroom door in his face and Burt's footsteps receded into his own room. She kept on talking, bright and fresh, so innocent that she couldn't possibly be harboring ulterior motives. We undressed without haste and I gave her one of my nighties. When we had on our bedclothes, we crawled under the sheet and I ticked off the light. Then there was silence.
Outside a car went by. Footsteps in the hall died away as the boys and our parents reached their respective destinations. Judy had run out of things to talk about. The silence became oppressive. The warmth of her body reached mine and made me acutely aware of her presence. I couldn't understand why I was so tense. Other girls had spent the night with me and all we had done was chat until sleep claimed us. But something had changed. At one point our hands met ever so briefly and recoiled at once as though we'd given each other an electric shock!
I couldn't help but think how nice it would be if the two of us were to play with each other-just a little bit, nothing serious of course, perhaps some mutual masturbation. But I didn't have the nerve to suggest it to her. Instead I lay perfectly still beside her and waited to fall asleep. That would solve all my problems. Tomorrow morning I would be hornier than ever thanks to the intrusion of new notions, but I'd worry about that then.
There was a faint noise at my door. I peered into the darkness to see what was happening. Soft footsteps, the door closing carefully, a shape appearing between the bed and the window, and then nothing for a moment. It had to be Burt. He was at Judy's side of the bed waiting for a hint from her. She did nothing. "Pssst!" he whispered. "Are you still awake, Judy?"
"No," she said.
"Sshh! Don't wake my sister! Do you want to come into my room?"
"No," she said again, clearly and in her normal speaking voice.
"Keep quiet!" he hissed. "Come on, honey, let's make out. You know you're the only girl I love. Please!"
"Some other time."
"What about a hand job then?" Burt never was good at bargaining, I thought while I made myself breathe regularly and produced little sleeping noises. I turned over to my side, facing them, but groaning as if there was a dream going on in my head. "See, she's fast asleep. It won't hurt you to jerk me off once in a while, would it?"
"I'm sorry, Burt, I'd like to but not now," she said firmly.
"Can I switch on the little light then and jerk off while looking at you?" He was pleading now and I felt sorry for him. Judy had him by the balls, but only figuratively.
"All right but be quick about it." The small light by the side of the bed was turned on and I heard the covers move back off her body. I opened one eye very slightly and watched as Judy pulled up her nightie and displayed her assets to him. My God, that girl was sexy! I tried to stifle my excitement but I couldn't do it. Her body was laid on display in a very nonchalant, indifferent fashion and she looked bored as Burt wormed his cock out of his pajamas and started to beat off. That was more fuel for my fantasies, though. I looked at her, then at him, back at her, and at that moment I really didn't know which one of them aroused me more.
Judy's skin was pure white, flawless, stretched smoothly over her girlish frame. Her belly popped up a little, soft and inviting, and below it was a small brush of red hair poking up insolently. Her little tits were perfectly spherical and the nipples were surprisingly large and pink. Then there was Burt and his long, slender dick that he was rubbing with one clenched fist. His balls dangled outside his fly, full to bursting, looking so tasty from where I was watching that my mouth watered at the idea of swallowing them. Wait till I told my diary about this!
"Please hurry, Burt, I can see you're holding back," she told him sharply.
"Let me get a better look at you then."
"All right." She sighed and spread her legs out wide, pushing her hips up into the air. Burt hurried over to the foot of the bed and gazed right into her pussy, an expression of sheer delight making his eyes sparkle. His hand rubbed harder now, rushing up and down the length of his dick automatically while the rest of him concentrated on the vision between her legs. I felt my pussy begin to foam at the mouth. I was aching to join in, to put my cunt on display right next to hers if only to give Burt a double-barreled fantasy to work on. Still, it was a peculiar and intense pleasure to be witnessing this scene, and so I made soft snoring noises and kept on peering at them through my eyelashes.
"What's the matter with you tonight?" she queried, shifting around so that she faced her pillow and her ass stuck high up into the air. "As a rule you blow your wad in seconds, when I do this for you!"
"Shut up and let me do it my way," he said with a note of anger in his voice. "It'd be a hell of a lot quicker if you were to pitch in, you know, but you never will."
"All boys are the same," she muttered, waiting for him to come with mounting impatience. She rested her head on the pillow, turning her face to my side of the bed and closing her eyes as if she was too tired to do anything else. I noticed that the temptation was becoming too much for my young brother. He kept beating off and coming closer and closer to her proffered pussy. He sat on his knees on the foot end of the bed and his flushed knob was just inches away from penetrating her. I got the idea that she wanted him to but that she wanted him to do it all on his own. That idea was over when he actually tried to introduce his dick into her. She spun around in a rage and warned him that if he ever tried that again she'd never pose for him anymore. Burt retreated but didn't stop rubbing his dick.
I felt badly for him. Judy was too cruel. She lay on her back again, her legs drawn up and far apart, and one of her hands held her pussy lips open. She had a sneer on her face while she watched my brother suffer and I guessed that she needed more of a man than he was. For the sake of the Fuller family, I was angry with her-but at the same time I understood. At least, I thought I did.
He came at last. A burst of white cream arched out of his knob and fell to her thigh. Judy waited till the last of it was out, then took a corner of her sheet and wiped herself thoroughly. "No go," she said sharply, "and don't you dare tell anyone about this."
"All right, honey, good night." Burt turned off the light and padded out of the room. Silence again. I kept up my pretence of sleeping so as not to embarrass her.
"Your brother is a sex fiend," she said suddenly and clearly.
"What?" I opened my eyes in spite of myself and in the darkness I caught a gleam of white teeth. She was smiling.
"I knew you were awake the whole time," she said, talking more softly now. "How did you like the show?"
"You're too hard on Burt," I said now that my cover was blown. "Why won't you make love with him?"
"I have my reasons."
"And you won't tell me?" Inadvertently I took her hand, and she made no attempt to free herself.
"I won't tell you," she said, "but perhaps there are other ways of explaining." I didn't understand that, not even when her other hand touched my hair and began to stroke it gently. It was a nice sensation, somehow soothing, and I cuddled a little closer. After all, we were friends now and that sort of thing was permitted between friends. Only when she stroked all the way down to my breasts did I begin to wonder what she was up to.
"We women have to stick together," she whispered, her hand brushing along my breast so lightly that I was only half sure she was actually touching it. "Men are such brutes, they don't understand us the way we understand each other. You don't mind that I touch you, do you?"
"I guess not." She squeezed me fondly and now I felt her hand on both my breasts, toying with the nipples through my nightie. I wanted to tell her to stop, that I didn't go in for familiarities on that scale. But then, the situation was so perfect. There we were, the two of us alone in my big bed, lost in the warm darkness of the night, besides, we both had our needs. I certainly did. The more she caressed me the more I felt myself being drawn toward her. Her hand slipped down under my nightie and fondled my breasts openly, the way a man would-if a man was around to do it!
There was only her. And she seemed to know as well as any man what gave a woman pleasure. A soft moan escaped me as she pinched my nipples. They were hard now, a telltale sign, and now her caresses became bolder. I still didn't have the courage to respond, but then she wasn't demanding anything of me. What a luxury to be so pampered! I stretched, pushing my tits up harder against her hand, and she responded by pulling my low-cut nightie out of the way and leaning over me to kiss my breasts one after the other. The softness of her lips thrilled me deeply. Suddenly I didn't care that she was a girl. Love making is love making, no matter who dealt it out. On top of that a strange curiosity made itself felt. How would it be if I were to feel those spherical little tits of hers? Would her nipples be as hard as mine?
Timidly I reached out and touched her breasts. Judy made it easy for me by moving back a little. For the first time I felt another woman's tits. I'd expected that to be much the same as touching my own, but no, it was altogether different. Hers were harder than mine, firm and uppity, and the nipples were like two small bullets poking up. The moment the palm of my hand made contact with them a spurt of passion ran through me and made my cunt drip with excitement. I had to have more of her, all of her! Judy lay back as I pushed her nightie up to her shoulders and waited for me to get my fill of kissing and licking and touching her tits before she took the offensive again.
Now it was on! Our nighties were cast aside and our naked bodies met in a passionate clench that knocked the breath out of our lungs. We pressed our lips together and tongued fiercely, our hands searching out each other's vital parts in a frenzy of lust. In the back of my mind I still expected it to stop at mutual masturbation, but that was only because I didn't know what else was possible between women. I was soon to find out that everything was possible except for the actual act of fucking-and I hardly missed that.
Judy made love to me in a way that brought the woman in me out of hiding. Her delicate fingers tantalized my whole body and her tongue slithered along every part of it. I was shocked the first time she kissed my pussy but not for long. She really did understand me better than Mr. Harris had. Her tongue dipped in deep and nicked at the dew oozing out of my inner cunt, and then she moved up higher to lasso my clitoris, drawing the noose of her tongue tight for a second before going higher, past the beginning of the slit right up to my navel, and further to my tits. She knew exactly how sensitive they were, how all her suckling and nibbling made my pussy throb with incredible pleasures. And she knew how to time her titillations, too. Just as I was ready for more eating, she dove down and burrowed into me greedily.
I let her work me up to the first orgasm before taking over, or at least giving her a run for her money. My hand had located her red-haired little box, tiny and fullsome, and already a finger had found its way inside to savor the silky softness of her secret flesh. Now I wanted a taste of her. Recalling how my own juices had thrilled me I slithered down along her girlish body until her muff pushed into my face. My tongue parted her lips and took a tentative taste of her moisture. How delightful! The first taste made me an addict. I parted her legs wide with both hands and sucked at her cunt hole to bring down a rush of her sap, swallowing it, and sucking some more. At the same time I did unto her as she'd done unto me, moving my face from side to side so that my nose stimulated her clitoris and evoked more of her nectar.
Judy wouldn't lie still for long. She maneuvered us both until I was flat on my back and had my head between her thighs, and she was over me on her elbows and knees, her head buried between my legs, her nose nuzzling at my asshole. In that position we ate each other out until neither of us could take any more. We came together, uttering shrill little cries and shivering violently as our orgasms coursed through our ecstasy-wracked bodies. She toppled slowly over to one side of me and we lay together, holding hands, breathing heavily.
A short break sufficed to restore our appetites for each other. She made me get down on all fours and reached under my ass from behind me to grab hold of my tits while the crook of her arm pressed hard into my pussy. Her lips brushed along the cheeks of my ass for a while, building me up to another peak of passion, and she brought me undone by suddenly biting into my flesh. I remained in position even though I was filled with all sorts of conflicting urges. I wanted more of her sap, more of her tits, but it was such a lascivious sensation to sit on my bed on all fours and let her work me over that I couldn't tear away, not just yet.
She began to kiss down into the crack of my ass, moving her arm out of the way and seizing my cheeks with both hands to open me up like a ripe melon. I moaned and rested my head on my arms, poking my ass up the way she had at Burt, giving in to her blandishment with luxurious abandonement. Her tongue felt soft yet abrasive as it slipped down toward my asshole. And, when it touched down on that neglected, supersensitive little spot, I grew taut and trembly all over. It only took a second to come once the tip of her tongue was inside my back passage, but she kept on doing it till I came again.
She drew back and turned on the small light again so we could see each other. I still had trouble looking her in the eye but looking into her pussy came easily to me. We lay in the sixty-nine position and slowly fingered each other into happiness. I loved the look of her cunt with two of my fingers inside it. Her flesh was a startling pink inside her full lips, flecked with pale globules of pleasure-juice, and the ragged pinkness around her hole fitted around my fingers with a snug, sensual hug that made my fingers feel like cocks about to blow. And her fingers reaming in and out of me were almost as nice as Frank's dick. I only had to close my eyes to feel as though I was being fucked properly.
We ended up late into the night lying on top of each other, face to face, pubic bone to pubic bone, as Judy initiated me into the gentle art of tribadism. Her hairy mound pulled at mine to make the lips of my cunt flex tautly and stimulated my clitoris at the same time as she was getting it back from me. Our tits were squashed together, softness relieved only by the hard nipples that were virtually sucking ecstasy into themselves and transmitting it all to our overheated pussies. Only when we were completely exhausted did our orgy come to a halt, and even then we couldn't draw apart. Wrapped in each other's arms, the light off again, we kissed and caressed and entangled our legs to be together in this post-coital bliss.
"So that's why you won't let my brother fuck you," I grinned at one point, just as the night was reluctantly giving way to daylight. "You only like girls."
"I think so," she said uncertainly. "But it's hard to say since I've never made love with a man."
"Another virgin!" I exclaimed. "Whatever became of the sexual revolution?"
"That began and ended in centerfolds," she said sardonically. "You know, it's not fiat I don't want to go to bed with men....I'm just afraid! I know you think that's silly of me but I've tried to make myself do it a lot of times, especially with Burt, and each time things get too hot or out of control, I get cold inside. I just don't know what the matter with me is anymore. Perhaps I ought to see a psychiatrist."
"Never mind," I soothed, holding her close to me, "you know you're not frigid because if you were we could never have had so much fun together. Your mother was probably frightened by an erect cock while she was pregnant with you, or something like that. We'll sort it out in time."
"And until then?" she said, no longer the brave seducer.
"Until then you can always spend the night at my place."
CHAPTER FOUR
I knew exactly what Burt was going through during the long weekend that followed Judy's visit with us. All Saturday I observed him as he tried to be cool about his frustration. He paced and fretted, picked up a book and put it down again, tried to watch television, nothing worked to distract him from his plight. I felt sorry for him but there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Besides, the only difference between us was that I knew how to hide my condition, and I'd had some measure of relief with Judy.
Much of my time was given over to thinking about her and trying to figure out how it was possible that two women could give each other so much. I wrote about the experience at length in my diary which didn't explain anything, but only aroused me more.
Toward evening Mason put on his best clothes and left the house with the bearing of a man who's about to get laid. Jerry went out, too, but his aim was to attend the big baseball game being played by his college team that night. Will had a date, too, and then Mom and Dad decided to go see a movie together. They asked Burt and me to come along but neither of us felt like budging.
So there we were, two bundles of frustration of the opposite sex, alone in the house. Burt still seemed in a bad mood and I couldn't blame him. He slouched in the easy chair right in front of the television and stared at it grimly. I made myself comfortable on the couch and pretended to be immersed in a book. Even though I had my eyes glued to the page, I didn't read a word of it. Instead my thoughts wandered over Judy, Mr. Ross, Frank, and the endless possibilities inherent in my future. All I had to do was get by this weekend. Then the adventures would begin all over again.
But as the evening wore on, my brother's presence started to direct my thoughts to more immediate delights. What if I were to ... but no, I couldn't possibly! But if I could, wouldn't it be nice? And the poor boy needed it so desperately. It wouldn't be lewd on my part, I'd only be doing him a favor. It'd be like dissociating myself from my body so he could have the use of it. That idea excited me beyond belief! I would be passive, as if in a coma-but how would I suggest it to him?
"You know something, Wanda?" He turned to me with that same grim expression and nodded his head. "Judy doesn't give a shit for me and that's the truth."
"I wouldn't say that." Now that I was looking into his eyes I felt a blush shooting up from my feet and culminating in my face.
"Well, I would. That girl is just a cock teaser. I'm not going to see her again."
He looked so unhappy that I was moved to go sit on the armrest of his chair and stroke his head in a sisterly manner. "There's a knack to seducing a girl," I said gently, "and you have to know it before you can make love with her. The impression I got from Judy last night is that she cares about you, but she's frightened. She is a virgin, you know?"
"She told you that?" His eyes lit up.
"In strictest confidence," I nodded. "You have to be gentle and yet firm with her or you'll never make it. If you plead or beg, or even if you order her to do it, you won't succeed. But if you mix the two up then you'll get to see the fireworks."
"Yeah...." he mused, rubbing his chin and looking up at the ceiling. "You've got a point there."
"It's just like dancing," I went on, "and if you know how to dance and lead, she'll follow you anywhere."
"I can't dance either."
"Then you'll have to learn." That was a bold move on my part and I blushed again. Luckily Burt had other things on his mind or he would have seen through my ruse at once.
"You know what that's like?" he said querulously. "That's like applying for a job where you have to have experience; only you can't get experience until you've got the job. How the hell am I going to learn if Judy won't help me?"
"She can't help you." I was hemming him in the way a sheepdog musters his charges. Sooner or later he would have to look to me to teach him-but it had to be his decision. He wasn't too slow on the uptake.
"That means I'd have to ask a good friend of mine, wouldn't I? Sort of as a favor." His eyes bored into mine for a split second, then dropped.
"I guess so," I said, getting off his chair and resuming my position on the couch. He had the ball, now let him run with it. I was disappointed when he returned his stare to the television, but he was only considering matters. Now that it was out of my hands I felt much more easy with the prospect of making love with my brother. Everything had been neatly rationalized, and guilt could wait till the light of day. I began to want him with all my heart. The image of his long, slender cock reverberated through my mind and alerted my pussy, which immediately began to lick its chops, so to speak. Perhaps he wouldn't be much of a lover but I was at a state where I would take anything that came my way, and with gratitude.
"Promise me something." He turned back to me, looking unusually serious. "No matter what I say, don't tell anyone about it."
"I promise," I said airily, as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
"Well... would you let me... would you..."
"Would I what, Burt?"
"Would you teach me?" He brought the words out in a hurry and fixed me with an anxious stare. I had to struggle not to smile, and I couldn't resist letting him dangle for a while just to feel the extent of my own power.
"You mean, would I let you seduce me?" I said incredulously.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," he said, getting up and hurrying over toward me. "It's up to you, I just wanted to know-the whole thing's silly but I had to ask!"
"Why ask?" I said with a faint smile.
"What?" He looked at me with puzzlement, thought for a moment, and said, "You mean you'll do it?"
"Who knows?" I shrugged. Burt couldn't make up his mind what to do next. His hands clenched and unclenched by his sides and he broke out into a sweat. Suddenly he hurried over to the other side of the room and turned out the main lights, leaving only the television and a small lamp on, in the far corner. Then he came back to me, paused for a moment, and sat down close to me. His hand took mine and he bent over to kiss it passionately. I nodded in approval but did nothing.
He gained courage from that nod and began to kiss his way up my arm the way he'd seen it done in the movies. It felt nice, though, and the closer he came to my shoulder the harder it became to sit still. But he had to learn how to deal with women in all their moods. It was for his sake that I was allowing myself this pleasure. Now his lips were at my neck, warm and soft, pressing into my flesh with such obvious desire that I trembled inside. His face rested against mine, cheek to cheek, and he breathed in the fragrance of my perfume with a hunger that only I could satisfy. It made me glow all over to have such power-and it also tempted me to exercise it a little more.
"Will you respect me afterward?" I asked archly.
"What? Oh, sure, sure." His arms came around me and hugged me tightly as he kissed me on the lips. I got the idea that he was trying to shut me up, so I pulled away and repeated my question. "Of course I will," he said exasperatedly. "You're my sister, aren't you?"
"You know, we shouldn't be doing this at all," I said, feigning gravity. "I've heard that it's very bad for a brother and sister to get too close."
"What's going on with you, Wanda? One minute you tell me to go ahead, then you tell me to stop?"
"You see how easily you give up?" I pushed him away and went over to the easy chair to flop down in it. Poor Burt didn't know if he was coming or going. He came over to me and knelt before me, his face resembling that of a whipped puppy. I was beginning to understand why he hadn't succeeded with Judy.
"I want you," he said hoarsely. "I can't wait any longer, Wanda, my balls are going to burst if you keep on playing this game with me!"
"So let them." I pretended to watch television. Burt simmered for a while, teetering between the pros and cons. Just to be sure he didn't teeter into the wrong direction I made sure my dress was high up my thighs. That glimpse of panties ought to inspire him. And what I'd hoped for finally happened. He stood up, frowning heavily, and undid his zipper. The next moment his long half-hard cock waved before my face, and he grabbed my head with both hands.
"Suck it, you scheming bitch!" he said roughly, and at once he pulled my head forward and thrust his cock into my open mouth. I was in seventh heaven! Burt had come through. Now his dick was deep inside my mouth, swelling every second, throbbing with virility, soft to the touch yet hard within, and moving back and forth slowly. I couldn't stop myself from going along with him any longer. My hands seized the hard cheeks of his ass and pulled him even closer to me so that his now rock-hard cock bumped its thick knob against the back of my throat. Everything else was forgotten, only that hard rod mattered. I sucked at it lasciviously, savoring the smooth skin, the oddly shaped head, thrilling to the power pulsing through it as much as I did to his pleasure. His anger faded away in no time at all and he began to grunt softly as he worked his dick into my face. My hands found his belt buckle and undid it with some expertise, then the button of his pants snapped and they slid down to the floor. His briefs came next and finally I was able to touch the bare flesh of his ass, finely -haired, flexing with the rhythm of his face-fucking. What power he had in his slender, muscular thighs! I couldn't get over how my young brother had turned into a stud in a matter of seconds. One minute he'd been groveling at my feet, the next he was making me eat him as though he'd been doing this to women all his life!
His balls dangled free now, perfect for cupping in my hands, and as I caressed them he began to push his long cock into my mouth more insistently. It was a struggle not to gag on it but I managed somehow to contain him. I was greedy for cock, I wanted more and more, much more than I could accommodate. My body throbbed in harmony with his long dong, alive with lust. And each time I sank my mouth deep over his dick he uttered one of his erotic grunts that made my nerves tingle and my pussy slaver. In the dim light of the room I could only see his fiat, hard belly and the brush of dark hair that tickled my nose, and it seemed as though my whole world consisted of his lower half. My hands ran up and down the insides of his thighs and fingered the crack of his ass in the way men liked it, causing him to pump harder and less considerately. Fuck me, I thought while I licked and chewed on his cock. Fuck my face till I can't take it anymore. God, I loved that taste, that feeling, of having him between my lips, close to blowing his works. I tasted the faint saltiness of the little drops of sperm forming on his knob and remembered the forceful gush of cream that had been shot into my body by Frank, and the anticipation made me suck harder. I held the base of his cock with two fingers and masturbated in time with my sucking, hardly able to wait for the moment of climax, but Burt was holding back as best he could.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, undulating his tough, lean body before me, "eat it, that's the way. Jesus, that feels good! Harder, suck it harder! Oh-oh no, hold back, take it easy, I don't want to-I'm going to cornel Slow down, wait a minute! Oh noooohhhh . . . yesssssss! Here it comes!" And with a final thrust of his loins he lodged his dick deep down into my throat and let loose a burst of sperm that filled me up to my eyeballs! I was swimming in the stuff, reveling in it, sucking every last remnant out of him as though I was sipping a malted through a straw. He seemed like a bottomless reservoir of the delicious, thick fluid, blurting it down my throat till my resistance was swept out of the way and I came with a sharp burst of passion that made me sink my teeth into the base of his dick. He didn't even notice.
"Wow!" he sighed, sitting heavily on the floor and looking at his shrinking cock with astonishment. "I knew it was going to feel nice but not that nice! Can we do it again, Wanda? Please?"
"Now you're begging again," I said, wiping the last traces from my chin and licking them off the back of my hand. "Take what you want, Burt, just like you took me before."
"Yeah?" His eyes sparkled again as he ran them over my body and tried to figure out which part to attack next. I sat limply in the chair, momentarily purged of any desire. But then he took his cock in hand and began to stimulate it while gazing directly up my crotch. I couldn't be bothered to close them just then. Mixed feelings welled up in me, guilt, pleasure, worry, and a bunch of others too vague to identify. Should we have done this? It was done.
His hand reached out and caressed the fold in my panties the way a kid fondles a new toy. I shook my head but he took no notice. He wanted it and he was going to take it. I had given him the formula. His stroking grew more impassioned, rubbing the side of his hand against my slit the way he had often done with Judy in the past. Pretty soon it wasn't a case of not wanting to bother, but of not wanting him to stop. The stiffness of his hand reminded old pussy of cock, and the clitoris was getting the kind of massage it preferred over most other things. My panties were too wet for me to protest effectively, anyway.
Now truant fingers snuck down under the elastic and touched the bare flesh of my cunt lips. Tiny lightning bolts of delight whizzed through my belly and lodged in my throat. What were we getting into here? Burt came closer and rested both his arms on my thighs as he pulled my panties out of the way and peered at my pussy. I shivered, suddenly embarrassed by his naked lust. Or was it a climax that caused the tremor? I couldn't be sure anymore. His nimble fingers rolled the waistband down till my pubic hair was showing. I remained seated and watched him as he seduced me. It was a little like watching a porno movie, only it was my body that was featured, no one else's.
Burt still had on his shirt but it grew too hot for him and he took it off impatiently. Another deep tremor. He looked so sexy naked, like a racer or a stranger, a lover anyway. Next to go were my panties. I didn't miss them. Now my pussy was on full display, his to do with as he wanted. An enquiring finger slipped in between my cunt lips and titillated my clitoris without the softening effect of my panties. I felt a sharp rush of pleasure explode way down in my belly and twisted away involuntarily, making him lose his place. Not to be deterred he helped me to take off the rest of my clothing and then began to work on my second most sensitive parts.
He loved my tits. From the moment he laid hands on them it was true romance. His fingers squeezed them hard and soft, as if he wanted to test their resilience, and his face was close to them, gazing at them with a rapt expression in his eyes. I drew my shoulders back to make them sit up even higher, and looked at them with pride. Round, full, pink-nippled, they made Judy's tits look like beginners. In the soft light of the room my flesh had a lustrous sheen that made my whole body more sensual than I'd ever seen it. And Burt took full advantage of it.
One hand strayed back down to my cunt and fingered it in the schoolboy fashion, one long finger dipping in and out as if I needed any more stimulation to get me hot. I glanced down to see if his cock was lonely, but it was very close to the heart of the action. It towered toward my pussy, bobbing jerkily like a horse that can hardly wait to break out of the starting gates. "Now, Burt," I whispered, "make love to me now. Show me how you do it."
Mr. Ross would have kept me in suspense a little longer. Burt had none of his worldliness. He took me at my word and pulled me forward by both legs so that my ass was off the seat. Then, lining his flushed knob up with my cunt hole, he raised me to the right height and drew me even closer. His cock bumped into my soft, quivering flesh, awkwardly at the beginning, probing for the part of me that would yield. And when he located it he thrust hard and deep, stretching my cunt to its limits and forcing me to cry out sharply in pain. Burt didn't seem to notice, he kept pushing and grunting, ramming his cock up me so hard that my cunt lips folded in and my hairs chafed against the skin of his dick. That only excited him more. His fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs and pulled away to open me up further. All I could do was hold my breath and hope for the pain to go away.
Bus face was twisted with the effort of his quest. In and out, pushing down into me till his cock was buried deep inside me and the fluids generated flowed about his cock. Then my pussy lips were freed and the pain mellowed into a warm, tingling pleasure mild enough to let me catch my breath. He eased off slightly when his cock slid along the walls of my pussy more smoothly, content for the moment to just savor whatever sensations that produced in him. As I watched him I wanted to be him, just for a little while, so I'd be able to experience what he was going through. It felt so nice for me and it was obviously nice for him, but in a very different way.
Then he began to pound his knob right up to my womb and the last thought I had faded away in a red fog of ecstasy. The blow job had taken the edge off his lust, making him a real stayer. He held me in the same position as his cock slurped in and soughed out of my overflowing cunt, and, though it wasn't a very comfortable position, it somehow added to my pleasure. I was in his hands, conquered, and by my own brother! Each time I looked up at his flushed, sweating face it thrilled me. The forbidden fruit was being devoured at full speed.
"How am I doing?" he panted, stopping for a minute with his cock throbbing idly inside me. "Do you have any pointers for me?"
"You might put more pressure on my clitoris," I replied, although it really didn't matter to me right then, "and come in from different angles, that's always nice."
"Like this?" He pushed his pubic bone into the top part of my cunt and jiggled it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a gush of bliss filled my mind, and all I could do was nod enthusiastically. He kept it up, pushing without withdrawing his cock, butting me till my tits were bouncing around and my head was rolling on the cushion of the chair, and my insides began to rattle.
"Stop, stop!" I cried, and he did. That's when I realized I didn't want him to stop at all. "Go, go!" At once his cock began to ram me again with quick, short thrusts, pumping me up until I felt bloated with lust. "Keep going, keep going!" The horse was driving the cart before itself. "Yes, yes, yes," I groaned, twisting around to give him more access. Our pubic hair merged into one clump and he showered me with droplets of sweat as he forced the pace. Bang, bang, bang, the reverberations went through my body, and each time he pushed forward he expelled the breath from my lungs. "Unh! Unh!" I heard myself gasp. That sounded silly but I couldn't help it. It was as if his thrusting cock was bumping into my voice box. "Unh! Unh! Oh Burt, fuck fuck fuck! Unh unh unh! That's it, that's it! Ooohh yesssssssssss! A little bit longer . .. unh unh unh!" I reached for him and sank my nails into the flesh of his arms as if to urge him on. "Fuck me, fuck me!" I was out of control, drowning in my juices and brewing desires. I felt as though my head was going to fall off backward and that his cock would forever impale me. "A bit more!" I screamed, twisting and tossing around. "One more, one more!"
A rush of hot sperm suffused my pussy and Burt sank to his knees to fall slowly on top of me. All motion stopped. I was in that twilight zone where ecstasy is almost within reach but just too far away to get at. "Push, Burt!" I whispered hoarsely. "Bring me off!"
"Can't," he gasped. "Tired. Sore."
"Who cares! You have to bring me off, you have to!" I couldn't even get at myself. He was on top of me, inert but for his heavy breathing. By the time he got off me the opportunity for a quick climax was gone. All that was left was a nagging frustration. I wondered if he would make love to me again that evening. We still had plenty of time, and he looked willing enough. I made coffee for us both and sat with him on the carpet before the TV, both of us still naked so that he'd be able to pounce on me the moment he was ready to.
"That was beautiful, Wanda," he said softly once he'd fully recovered himself. "Probably the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. Can we do it again, often?"
"Tonight's your night," I said.
"But what about later-I mean, tomorrow, the day after...."
"I don't think that's a good idea." It occurred to me that my plan had been to shed my bodyguards, and here was Burt trying to attach himself to me all the more firmly.
"Why not? Didn't you like the way I made love to you?" He looked disappointed and hurt.
"For one thing, brother dear," I said, laying stress on the 'brother,' "the more we'd do it the bigger the chance we'd have of getting caught at it, and you know Jerry or Dad would kill us. For another," and this is where a plan began to form in my mind, "you already have a girlfriend."
"She doesn't like me," he said moodily. "And she certainly won't go to bed with me."
"Oh, won't she? Would you like to make me a little bet on that?"
"Ten dollars says she won't."
"You're on." I got up and dialed Judy's number. "Hello, Judy? It's Wanda. What are you doing? Nothing? Well, why not come over and spend the night. You will? Great, see you soon." I put the phone down and grinned at my brother. "Don't do anything when she comes," I advised him. "When all of us are tucked into our beds, you sneak into the room and then take over."
"She wouldn't come across the other night, why should she consent to sleep with me now?"
"Because you're a better man than you were then."
"That's true." He looked pensive and pleased, and began to look at his watch impatiently. We got dressed and tidied the room up, taking great pains over the removal of the stains of love that had been deposited on the easy chair. When everything had been restored to normal we sat before the TV and waited. The hours crept by.
First our parents came home, then Jerry came back from the game, Will arrived soon after him, and Mason was out for the night. Near midnight the bell rang and Judy presented herself.
I'd already told the other members of the family that she had been visiting friends in the neighborhood and had asked to stay the night with us. My father seemed very pleased to see her again, which surprised me. Usually he was reserved with my friends, or anyone else outside the Fuller clan. But he sat down and talked with her for a while, until my mother suggested it was time for bed. Obediently Judy and I went upstairs and turned off the light.
"I'm glad you asked me over," she whispered as she snuggled up beside me. Neither of us had bothered with nighties. After all, we were bosom pals now. "For a while I thought you might be feeling guilty about what happened between us."
"On the contrary. I really enjoyed it." I had, and did. It was so cozy to be in bed with her, and the nagging frustration made me all the more pleased to have such a good friend. "Have you ever done that before? With a woman, I mean."
"A couple of times," she confessed, "but it was never as nice as it was with you. I love your body, do you know that? It's the finest body I've seen. Boy, I wish I had tits like yours."
"I give them to you," I said, moving up a bit higher so that my nipples brushed her face. Her lips parted and closed around one of them to draw it into her mouth, deeper and deeper, making my flesh balloon into her. At the same time our bodies moved closer together and my hands reached for her ass and that little chubby cunt of hers. It fitted my cupped hand perfectly, just like a kitten, squeezable, warm, a bit moist. She parted her thighs for me and went on sucking my tits, each in its turn, bringing a glow to my chest that spread up and down my body until I found myself throbbing with lust again. How often could I subject myself to sex? I wondered. Wouldn't the time come when I just didn't want any more? Later, perhaps. For the time being, each sexual encounter brought me new and exciting thrills to which my body responded wholeheartedly. I hadn't meant to make love with Judy. Rather, the plan had called for coldness so that she'd be all heated up when Burt came into the room. But I couldn't resist her. She felt so nice next to me, and her sensuality lit me up all over, especially when she treated my tits so generously.
She kept at them like a terrier, suckling, drawing them deep into her mouth, nibbling at the nipples, all done with her exquisite sense of timing. And I stirred a solitary finger around in her tight, virgin cunt hole, opening her up till I could put my thumb inside. With the moist finger I pressed against her asshole until that gave way and I had the Italian grip on her. She seemed to enjoy that as much as I would have. Her hips began to move to get the maximum pleasure out of it and I nipped at the thin dividing wall between her cunt and her asshole, moving my thumb so that the joint of it made contact with her hard, tiny clitoris. I knew how she was feeling when she had to let go of my tits to gulp for breath, and knowing it made me feel what she was going through. Both of us took a small break, during which we prepared ourselves for a real onslaught. I'd forgotten about Burt now. All I wanted was to lie at the entrance to her cunt and sip her delicious juices for the remainder of the night!
We shuffled around until both of us had a pussy in our mouths, and began to eat with relish. Judy stopped a moment later and asked, "How come you taste different tonight? It's like you put salt on it."
"I got laid this evening," I said curtly.
"You mean this is sperm? Yuummmm!" she said, and dived back in. Her sucking was positively obscene for the next minute as she strenuously drew every last scrap of her boyfriend's cream out of my pussy, and then she looked up again to say, "I had no idea it was so tasty! Whose was it, can you tell me?"
"It all tastes the same," I replied, and resumed kissing her chubby little cunt lips, smooth and slippery now with the juices that had poured out of her while she was cleaning the insides of mine.
"That's good to know."
We lay on our sides, eating and munching, pausing only to swallow the long drafts of cunt juice, being stimulated as much as we stimulated, and losing ourselves in the other's body until whatever we did and whatever was done to us became one and the same burning passion. Her moisture was all over my face and hands, I was bathing in it, swimming in it, reveling in it! My tongue rushed along the length of her slit and down to her asshole, penetrating now one hole, then the other, dipping in the way a bee dips into flowers for honey, and then concentrating on that tiny little stub of delight higher up in her cunt, hiding under a tuck of flesh that moved out of the way all too willingly at the approach of my tongue. Powerful currents of joy rushed up from my box, being so royally regaled with her flicking, darting, serpent's tongue that my cunt hole literally yawned in an attempt to swallow her up. The silence of the room was broken only by wet sounds and occasional moans as we drove each other around many bends.
It came as a shock to me, then, when someone grabbed me and pulled me rudely away from my girlfriend. I lay on my back for a moment, gasping like a beached fish and shaking my head to get my brain to work again. It was Burt. I could make out his shape clearly against the light of the window. He towered over Judy and muttered unintelligible words, more to himself than to us. She didn't know who it was and in her confusion she switched on the bedlight. There was Burt, cock at full mast, lust written large all over his face.
"Now you're going to get it, baby," he hissed, pinning her down on her back and mounting her the way a squire might get on his trusty steed. "Here's what you've been waiting for."
"But...!" Judy exclaimed. That was the only word she managed to get out. Burt had already mastered the art of inserting himself, and it was made all the easier by the wet, relaxed state of her pussy. In a second he thrust into her to the very bottom of her cunt, and the only sound she made was a tiny, high-pitched squeal of pain. When Burt's cock emerged partially it was wreathed in blood, but that couldn't stop him. Nor her. The first taste of cock had made a believer out of her.
I got up quickly to close the door and then lay close to them to watch the act of love. It was almost as thrilling to watch it as to do it, especially since I knew the involved organs so intimately. Burt's ass flexed with every reaming thrust and his back was hunched, very strong, driving himself into her body with a power that made me quail. Judy's eyes were wide open at first, a little desperate, as if she was looking for an avenue of escape. But as he continued to fuck her they closed down bit by bit until they were only slightly ajar and only the whites were showing through her long, auburn lashes. Burt had his hands on her tits, mauling them savagely while he fucked her. Since it was his third sexual experience of the day, he was in good shape for her. He applied all I'd taught him and made up a few tricks of his own. His cock plunged into her from high and low, and from both sides, opening her up wider and worrying her clitoris. Then he began to change his tempo, fast, slow, almost coming to a stop, lulling her into a false sense of security, and then barging into her again like cops without a search warrant. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream of ecstasy and I was witness to her first orgasm with a man.
Burt had hardly begun. I watched and fingered myself to be a part of it all. It was a little sad really ... I was losing a lover and a girlfriend, but my diary would profit by it. Besides, there was Mr. Ross to be considered. One of my sentinels was in the process of resigning, and I'd managed to overcome the barriers separating me from incestuous acts, so it was far from being a total loss. Will and Mason had to watch their asses from here on in!
Next to me the tangle of arms and legs rolled over. Judy wanted to see if she liked it the other way around. She sat up straight, her ass bobbing over his cock, her hands resting on his chest, her little titties aquiver, and Burt just relaxed for a brief interval. His hands busied themselves with her crotch, tugging at her dark red hairs and sliding into the sopping slit of her little pussy so as to make her lose the beat. She kept at it in spite of his distractions, working harder as her next orgasm approached. I felt a pang of envy as her face contorted in the unmistakable expression of bliss, but it was all for a good cause.
For the finale Burt laid her out on her back and brought her legs up so he could use the backs of her thighs as a springboard for his delivery. By this time I had several fingers lodged in my cunt and my masturbation kept abreast of him as they ascended. Faster and faster, driving every point home, fucking her at a machine-gun pace while I fingered just as fast, the three of us rising, rising, growing more desperate-and then Burt let out a deep grunt, which was the signal we'd waited for. As one Judy and I stiffened, cried out, and collapsed.
Burt went back to his room half an hour later, but not before thanking me for warming his girlfriend up. It never occurred to him that I could have enjoyed myself with her. As soon as the door closed after him I was back in Judy's arms ... but it was farewell love we were making. She'd be visiting us to see Burt from that night on.
CHAPTER FIVE
Now that Burt was out of the way it was time to start planning an attack on the other three. I wasn't too optimistic. Burt and I were close to begin with, but my older brothers still regarded me as a child, or so I thought. To make them look at me differently I took care to dress in my sexiest outfit that Sunday. It was a hot day, hot enough for me to put on a halter top that barely kept my tits covered and always threatened to let them bounce loose. I had a pair of short shorts in my wardrobe from when I was fourteen and now they fitted me so tightly I almost blushed when I saw myself in them. But it was all for a good cause.
Unfortunately, Mother was the first to notice me. "Wanda!" she exclaimed as I came down the stairs. "What in the name of fortune are you trying to look like, a hooker?"
The others all looked up at me, five pairs of male eyes boring into my body with the kind of scrutiny not normally associated with one's family. Judy looked too, but it no longer had any impact on her. "No, I'm just dressing down to keep up with the weather," I protested, but my voice was far from convincing.
"Go put on a dress," said my father, "and be quick about it."
Sulking, I went back to my room and changed into a miniskirt and a different top, with lime-green panties underneath. I'd catch their eyes one way or another. This time my outfit was approved of and I joined the others at the table. While spooning the cereal into my mouth I checked out my brothers one by one. Who should I try for next? Mason looked worn out. No doubt he'd been fucking all night, so he wouldn't be interested. Jerry looked forbidding, his crew cut bristling. His team must have lost the game. That left Will ... now how could I catch his attention? While I thought about it I absently put the spoon into my mouth and gazed at him thoughtfully. He looked up unexpectedly and caught me sucking at the spoon. At once he looked away, but not before his eyes had flashed his lust across to me. Good, he could well be a pushover.
I went back to eating but the image of his startled face stayed with me. Will was handsome and beautifully built. He was also much more experienced than Burt. Yes, he would be fun to seduce, I mused. But how would I ever get him alone? And after that, what approach should I use? I had no idea. After breakfast Burt and Judy slipped out of the house without anyone demanding to know where they were going. But just let me try to pull a stunt like that-they'd be down on me like a ton of bricks!
"I feel really unfit," Will said, stretching his splendid body and yawning. "Perhaps I'd better take a-run to the beach. Any of you slackers care to join me?"
"I'll go," I said, hearing opportunity knock.
"You! What's turned you into a fitness fanatic?" scoffed Jerry. "This girl gets pooped just from bending her elbow!"
"That's no reason to stay that way," I said heatedly. "This spare tire here has been worrying me, and exercise might be a good way to work it off."
"If that's a spare tire it'd have to be a tricycle tire." Dad quipped, looking at my waist.
"Anyone else?" said Will. "No? Okay, get your sneakers on, Wanda. We'll see how long you can keep it up."
"Can I wear those shorts then, Mom?"
"All right, if that's all you have to run in," she said grudgingly. "You better keep a close eye on your sister, Will, or she'll have men after her like dogs running after the butcher's truck."
I rushed upstairs and changed, still in doubt as to how Will could be approached but hopeful. He was running in place when I joined him and took off at once at a pace that intimidated me. But the prospect of making love with him gave me fleet feet. All the way to the beach I stuck to his heels, taking the opportunity to observe the splendid motion of his small, tight buttocks as he ran ahead of me. Now and then I had to quickly tuck my tits back into my halter, and that excited me more. I was already supersensitive to the touch, a good indication that my body sensed new thrills in the offing.
"Oh, Will, stop a moment!" I gasped when we reached the beach. It was virtually deserted.
Most of the tourists gathered at a resort some ten miles further up, and on a hot day like this the locals preferred the shade of the woods around the lake. Will didn't want to stop at first, but when I let myself fall into the golden sand he came back and sat beside me.
"I told you, you'd never keep up with me," he grinned. I said nothing. He looked very handsome in the sunlight, his hair almost white, his tan a nut brown. In the silence that followed our eyes met several times. It was always Will who dropped his first. I got the feeling he felt shy being alone with me, and that was puzzling.
"God, it's so hot!" I groaned, adjusting my halter with a certain abandon so he'd notice how much his little sister had grown lately. "I wish we'd brought our swimming things, then we'd be able to take a dip."
"We could always swim in what we've got on," he replied, gazing out over the flat surf.
"No, it wouldn't dry quickly enough. I guess a swim is out of the question."
"You've put an idea into my head," he said. I noticed him checking out the beach left and right, and peering back at the dunes as if to see if anyone was around. "Hey, Wanda, what do you say we do it Mother Nature's way?"
"You mean...? "
"Sure, what the hell, there's no one around to see us. And we could put our clothes at the waterline so if anyone does come by we can get at them in a hurry."
"Oh, Will, do you think we should? I mean, you know how Mom and Dad feel about us ... well, exposing ourselves to each other."
"Fuck 'em!' he said briskly and got to his feet. I followed him to the waterline and watched as he stripped off his shorts and jockstrap. Only when he was naked did he kick off his running shoes, still with his back toward me. The sight of his white, hard cheeks made me dizzy with desire. How I ached to touch him, to run my tongue along the lightly -haired buttocks! But girls are trained to hide their feelings. Instead of attacking him, I pretended we were just brother and sister and that the other's body was meaningless to us. When I was naked he turned to me and his eyes slid along every part, every curve of my body, as palpably as two snails, drinking me in in silence. I couldn't help but see his dong, half hard, arching out of a shrub of hair to dangle within touching distance of my hands. My fingers twitched with eagerness but now I was holding back for a very different reason. It was obvious that he wanted me at least as much as I wanted him. The thing for me to do now was to let him take me.
I rushed away from him and dove into the surf, striking out to swim away from temptation. He followed me with a war whoop and caught up in no time. Will was a powerful swimmer, propelling himself through the undulating waters using all the strength of his powerful shoulders. I tried to go after him but suddenly I couldn't see him anymore. Then I felt something tickling my ass. The shock almost made me jump out of the water! I thought it was a jellyfish or a shark until I saw the shape of his body underwater. To keep up my pretense I tried to swim away, but his hand had a firm grip on me. And it was no longer my ass that he was caressing. He had my pussy right smack in the palm of his hand!
"Don't ever do that!" I cried when he came up for air. He said nothing, just dove again and felt me up all over. It felt delicious! I could have stayed in the water all day and enjoyed the touch of his hand, the way his fingers snuck into all my secret places, but the game had to be played to the full. I struck out in earnest now, swimming with long strokes toward the wreck which lay buried in the sea's bottom a few hundred yards out from shore. Will was after me right away but he wasn't interested in racing me. All the way to the wreck he fingered and tweaked my pussy, teasing me into a frenzy of lust. By the time I reached the rusting hulk all my limbs felt as though they were made of Silly Putty!
I hoisted myself over the side and took up a defensive position. Each time Will tried to come on board, I pushed him away or hit his hands with my fists. He was laughing and looking right at my pussy, all wet now and clearly visible. Finally he ignored my feeble defense and climbed on board to take me into his arms. In spite of the coolness of the ocean his cock was hard. I couldn't resist him anymore. The best I could do was be passive.
"Hey, will you look at this?" He let me go and walked over to the entrance of what had once been the bridge, to come back with a couple of blankets. "Someone with foresight put these here. I must thank him one day." He spread them out over the rusty deck and gestured for me to He on them. I shook my head.
"No, Will, you'll always regret this! Don't do it to me, please don't!"
"I want you, Wanda," he said, coming at me with all the resolve of a Sherman tank. "And I'm going to have you."
"No, no, you'll hate yourself if you do! It's not right, Will, and you know it. Come here, I'll give you a hand job if that's what you need-but don't make... love to me."
I'd never seen him look that way. The light of lust burned in his eyes and his mouth was set in a straight, grim line. His strong arms reached for me and pulled me hard against his body. I struggled a bit but he was far too strong. He forced me down on the blankets and started to kiss me in a way that could only be termed mouth-to-mouth rape. His lips were wet and insistent, crushing into me and opening my mouth up wide. That, along with his hard body on top of mine, was the last straw. I went limp and let him have his way.
He had me now and he knew it. There was nothing I could do. My body was at his disposal. Also, if he thought I'd tell my parents what had taken place, he'd probably be figuring on the worst, and if he was going to be punished to the maximum, then he might as well do the maximum to me. At least, I hoped that's what he was thinking.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time," he said, lying between my legs and caressing the lips of my pussy with one teasing finger. "Do you remember when we were little, Wanda, and we were playing on your bed one time? You were bouncing up and down in front of me and your little nightie rose right up over your snatch. You didn't have any hair on it then and I've never been able to forget that saucy little cunt of yours, never!"
"I didn't know," I said coldly.
"For years it's been on my mind," he went on, talking to himself now, "and finally I've found it again. It hasn't changed much, just as succulent as ever and just as chubby as it was then." His finger parted my cunt lips and he peered inside. "Yeah, that's it," he sighed, "just as I imagined it would look. You know something, Wanda? Whenever I'm fucking some girl and I feel my cock getting soft, I always think back to your pussy. I guess that's because it was the first one I ever saw."
"I guess so," I said, still cold but inadvertently opening my legs a little further. His finger was devastating me slowly, rubbing all the inner erogenous zones and working into my pussy hole, making it nearly impossible for me to lie still. I felt great bubbles of passion rising in my belly, bubbles that would accumulate until I'd have to cry out just to relieve the tension. And yet I didn't want him to know how I loved the sensations he produced in me. I wanted him to think he was brutalizing me!
"You don't know the number of times I've watched you through key holes," he went on, rubbing his cheek against the inside of my thigh. "Every time you took a shower and there was no one around I'd be there, sometimes opening the door a crack to see around the shower curtain. But you always had your back turned to me so I never had a chance to get used to that delicious pussy of yours. Damn, I don't care if you tell everyone about this. I'm just happy to have it in my hand right now."
"We shouldn't be doing this," I insisted.
"Stop saying that." He kept on running his finger up and down my slit until I came very close to screaming. How much could a girl take? His other hand reached out and started to fondle my tits one by one. I held my hands over my mouth so that no moan could escape. He was doing everything right. His fingers titillated my nipples until they were burning with bliss! I kept my body taut to stop from making rude motions. Will didn't seem to notice. He certainly didn't care. He was just fixated on my cunt, breathing in its fragrance, parting the labia to take in the pink inner lips, and at one point he withdrew his hand from my tits to open me right up with both thumbs. He must have seen how wet I was then, but I maintained my cold front with admirable tenacity. Let no one say I don't have self-control! I loved him to look at my cunt and I wanted him to eat it, finger it, rub it, and especially fuck it! But I'd be the last one to tell him so.
"You know it's wrong," I said and my voice sounded very strange to me, kind of strained and off key.
"Will you shut up about that!" He was getting angry, which was all the more reason to insist on my point of view.
"We'll both feel horrible about this later and you know it'll be your fault. Stop it now, Will, and we won't ever think about it again. All right?"
"I'll tell you what well do now!" His face was red with fury as he shifted over toward my other end. "We're going to do as I say! And I say: shut up!"
"But, Will!"
"Shut up, I said!" He drove his hard cock into my mouth like a gag and promptly went down on me. In my mind I shouted with joy but I refused to do anything with that big cock. Holding it was enough fun, anyway. He was much thicker than Burt, browner too, and so hard I was afraid it would pop at any minute. His ass stared me right in the face from just above his ball sac, a pleasing sight, yet I didn't touch him there either. He was sucking at my clitoris with all his might and my innards were reeling with joy. And when he found I wouldn't suck him off he began to pump into me, slowly sliding his cock in and out of my mouth and going deeper with each thrust. Just to see how far he'd go, I gagged loudly and pushed him away. "That's disgusting!" I cried.
Now he was really in a rage. "Disgusting, is it, you goddamned vestal virgin!" he roared, lifting me up in his strong arms and turning me over on my belly. "We'll see how disgusting I can get. Take this, you fucking prude!"
He brought one arm up under my belly so that my orifices were in line with his threatening cock, and I closed my eyes to savor the sweet anticipation swirling through me. At any moment now his cock would plunge into my pussy and propel me back up into dreamland. I could hardly wait for that excruciating moment of pain when his fat knob would buffet my hole. But Will had a little surprise in store for me. Instead of going for the hole that yearned and drooled for him, he decided to opt for the other one.
A bolt of fear flashed up from my asshole when I felt his knob bump into the nervously contracting muscles down there. He couldn't be serious! But he was. "I'm not going to take your virginity, if that's what you're worried about," he growled. "What kind of a brother do you think I am? I'll just take you from behind."
'very considerate of him, to rip my ass open instead of doing that to the hymen he thought I still possessed. Only the thought of what I'd have to tell my diary consoled me to my lot. I rested my face on my arms folded before me and set my teeth to await the pain. When it came I was far from prepared for it. His knob wasn't half in and already my ass felt like it was on fire! "No, Will, please!" I begged, sincere now. "I'm too small for that big thing of yours!"
"Then I'll make you bigger." His hands parted my cheeks as far as they would go and the next thing I felt wasn't his dread dick but something wet and soft. A sigh of relief welled up in me and I relaxed at once. His tongue slithered around my asshole enticingly, to make it want to open up rather than close down. The tip touched me right in the middle of the spot now and then, sending shivers up my spine and causing me to poke my ass up greedily. His thumbs were at either side of the expanding hole, tugging and flexing my flesh, working in cooperation with his devilish tongue to make me crave him so much that my anus became bigger by the minute. Now he had part of both thumbs inside me, still moving up and down to relax the sphincter muscles. It didn't hurt anymore but it wasn't exactly heavenly either. Everything was in suspense. His tongue would thrill me for a second but after that I had to cope with a queasy sensation.
Will seemed to have developed a fixation on my asshole now. He didn't bother with my pussy no matter how it slavered and begged for action. I was just grateful that he hadn't disemboweled me, so I lay still and waited for him to be done. His tongue ululated inside my asshole to send more prickling pleasures through my body, and when he withdrew he jammed both thumbs into that formerly tiny anus, which surprised the hell out of me. Not only did they fit, but they felt nice up there! A vague yearning began to make itself felt, a yearning for a cock about his size to move all the way in.
At last he managed to satisfy his oral lust and once more he -lined his cock up with my ass. Nothing frightened me at this point. I held my breath and waited ... the first bump was soft, exploratory, but he didn't move back. Instead he pressed and, like a shell too large for the breach, slipped it into me. So much for my cool! I let out a wail that expressed everything but pain. A new dimension of ecstasy had been introduced into my life, and I bent over further to deliver all of my ass to him. Will pushed on, one continuous movement forward that brought half of his dick into my ass. I couldn't breathe! It felt as if I was sliding down a telephone pole and it got stuck against my lungs. Nor could I talk, or I would have begged him to take five.
Like the cavalry coming to the maiden's rescue, my asshole secreted its own moisture which lubricated his cock to the point at which he could get the rest in. It was only nerves now that kept my sphincters gripping the base of his cock as though it wanted to throttle it. Will stopped, breathing harshly and sweating against my back. The pressure must have been too much for him. A minute later he started up again, pulling his cock back until only the head of it was still inside, hovering there briefly, and then plunging in with such force that I let out another war whoop. God, this was beautiful. His every thrust produced a maelstrom of pleasures inside me that threatened to erupt right through my skin! I yelled and cried, bit into my arm, doing everything to give vent to these pent-up passions, but they kept right on building up until suddenly, as if discharged by a lightning rod, it all flooded out of me and left me hot and empty, pure bliss.
In the doldrums of my orgasms I heard Will laboring behind me. He puffed like a steam engine, slowly easing his cock out, shoving it back up me, clutching at my tits like they were control devices, and muttering to himself. "Beautiful," I heard him say, "fucking beautiful! Oh, baby, we're going to have to do this often!"
I was lucid enough to know that this wasn't part of the plan. What he was doing was indeed beautiful, but I figured any man possessed of the urge and owning a cock his size could do the same for me. No, this was Will's last ride on this hobby horse ... unless, of course, he forced me again before we could get off this wreck. New springs of delight welled up deep down in my ass, spreading and growing hotter, infecting every nerve in my body with a fever that could only be cured by a hammer-and-tongs orgasm. I hoped he wouldn't fail me. Fingering your pussy after someone left you high and dry is one thing, but I couldn't see myself writhing around on the blanket with my hand up my ass. Still, anything was possible, and it became more so as he went on fucking me. His cock bumped into the most extraordinary pleasure zones in there, harsh and intense pleasures that mounted up rapidly to form the bases for harsh and intense climaxes. One popped off like an explosion of TNT, the next was more like an electric shock, and still he kept on plowing into me.
I didn't know how much time had passed since he'd started to fuck me up the ass, but I did know that the more he fucked me the less resistance my sphincters had to offer, and that he'd been at it for a long time. I started to feel less. He might as well have been fucking my pussy with a match stick. Besides, my body had had its share of orgasms. My innards were tranquil, still glowing, but it would take fresh thrills to ignite them again. Yet Will kept on going, fucking me left and right, and squeezing my tits till they burned with pain. With a mighty effort I bore down on my ass and contracted the muscles as hard as I could. That got him going. At once he began to grunt and his cock shafted me more quickly. I pressed down harder, gritting my teeth, and bingo! A hot douche of sperm blew up in my ass, washing away the aches he'd caused me and lulling me into a kind of sexual reverie. He shrank out of me soon after and we lay on the blanket gazing up at the blue sky without exchanging a word.
"It's time we got back," I said at long last.
"Let them wait for us," he said. "What's the hurry?"
"I want to go home, Will. God only knows what you'll do to me next if I stay here with you."
"You won't tell them, will you?" he asked suddenly. He raised his torso on one elbow and looked into my face with anxiety. "Promise you won't."
"If you promise not to try it with me again," I said, and then added, "and if you promise not to guard me everywhere I go."
"It's a deal." We shook on it and then he got up and dived over the side to head back for the beach. I followed him, swimming as hard as I could to keep up with him. By the time I reached the beach he was already walking around, looking very concerned.
"Where are our clothes?" I asked, but he just shook his head and peered up and down the beach. They were nowhere to be seen. The tide was still ebbing, so they hadn't been washed away. That left only one possibility, and that possibility turned out to be the correct one when a couple of guys appeared on top of the dunes with our clothing in their hands. They were young kids, fifteen or so, but there were three of them, which made the odds look bad.
"Hey, sweetheart!" they yelled at me. "You want your clothes back? Then come and get them!"
I hid behind Will and covered up my vital parts. Nasty little brutes, I thought, what did they have to come and spoil our fun for? "You'd better get them back here!" Will yelled. "Because if you don't I'm going to smash your little faces!"
"Big talk!" they replied, coming closer, their eyes fixed on me. "You better leave us alone with your girlfriend or you'll be the one getting hurt."
Will was truly pissed and I was frightened. I didn't like the look of them at all. They were tough kids and I could read in their piggy eyes what they had in mind for me. The last tiling I wanted was to be used as a practice board by those ruffians. "Let's run for it," I whispered as they neared us. "We can always say we were robbed at gunpoint, Will."
"Fucking little pricks!" he muttered, and even in my panic I couldn't help but notice that he was right. They had on their swimsuits and there wasn't enough meat among those potatoes to make picking worthwhile. "Give those clothes back to me right now or it's all over," he told them. The kids jeered at him and waved our garments just out of his reach. I had never seen Will so mad. He exploded suddenly and turned into a threshing machine with fists on the ends of each flail. Kids fell in all directions, struggled up to get at him, and were knocked down again. He beat the shit out of them! I forgot to cover myself as I watched him whip their asses. Something was stirring in me, something deep and hidden even from myself. He gave one of the kids a bloody nose and suddenly I wanted him to make love to me as violently as he was beating them. One part of me said to refrain from suggesting it to him, it wasn't reasonable. The other part lusted for him with a bestial power that I couldn't resist.
The kids fled, leaving our clothes behind. Will turned to me and passed mine over but I didn't even try to take them. Instead I gazed at him with a longing so obvious that his cock jumped up like a released switchblade knife. He understood. Sweating, blood on his hands, a darkening bruise on his face, he faced me like a gladiator fresh out of the arena. And, letting his own clothes drop, he took me into his arms and kissed me. At the same time he reached behind me and parted my cheeks to open my pussy up for his lance-like cock. I melted in his arms, completely helpless. This was what I'd really wanted all along and now he was about to give it to me.
My pussy was still wet from the sea water and offered him plenty of resistance. But Will was now a fighter and a lover. His cock punched its way inside bit by bit, bringing down the juices to wash away the water and replace it with the graphite of sex. Pretty soon he had it right up me and there we stood, in the middle of the beach, one of my legs up and wrapped around his waist, the other teetering under me as it strained to give me support. I held on to his upper arms, rock-hard muscle under smooth skin, and bit into his neck as his big cock rode deeper and deeper into me. There was no pretending to be a virgin now, or even a kid sister. For that moment we were man and woman, lost in the jungle, fucking for the sake of lust.
Only when he couldn't support me any longer -did he put me down on the ground, but he didn't withdraw. His cock kept right on reaming me out, up and down with hard, sudden thrusts. And when I was on my back he was hunched over me, all his muscles straining to make this fuck the wildest and woolliest I'd had to date. He didn't last long but in that brief, violent screw he made me into a quivering jellyfish of pleasure!
"It won't happen again," he told me on the way home. I was leaning on him because my legs were still too weak to support me, and when he said that I got even weaker.
"Couldn't we make the cut-off date tomorrow?" I asked. "You don't have to make love to me again, but if you should want to I'll be available until the morning."
"Once more?" He looked happy and confused. "Wait a minute, Wanda, I've been thinking all along that you were a virgin, but obviously you're not. What's been going on behind my back?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just remember, Will, if you want me I'll be waiting for you in my room."
"Yeah, all right." I could tell he wanted to ask me who'd deflowered me and who'd been dipping into my pants since then, but he had the good sense to drop the matter. "It would only be fitting if we completed the tour, I guess."
"What do you mean?"
"Back, front, and...." He winked and I knew what was on his mind. No man can resist a blow job, especially after he's acquitted himself so well in the other fields. Will would have his reward. In fact I offered him one there and then, but he demurred, preferring to wait until his cock had recovered from its exertions.
No one paid much attention to us when we returned. Dad and Judy were talking in the far corner of the living room, on the couch where Burt and I had celebrated his bar mitzvah, so to speak. The others were either in their rooms or watching TV. I found it curious that Dad and Judy should have so much to say to each other, especially since she and Burt had only fallen in love the day before. But I figured it titillated the old man to have a fresh young nymphet within grabbing range; and it probably excited Judy to have such a good-looking, urbane man paying attention to her. In any case, they weren't bothering anyone.
I went straight up to the bathroom to take a shower and to give way to the effects of Will's creamy enema. The result was so gratifying that I decided to have recourse to that kind of treatment more often in the future. It was a red-letter day for me in several ways: Two brothers had been knocked out of the running, I had discovered a second orifice in my body that could provide me with more pleasure than I could bear, and I had been fucked by a caveman. My diary would seethe when I imparted all this to it.
While I was drying myself, Will snuck into the bathroom and held a cautioning finger to his
lips. He turned the shower on and flicked the occupied sign on the door into place. Apparently his cock had greater recuperating powers than I'd imagined. He got into the shower, however, which left me eating air. I sat down on the toilet cover and waited for him to give me the signal. Pretty soon the shower curtains parted slightly and a freshly washed, long, limp cock appeared. I jumped at it like a fish at bait! It looked delicious in its disembodied state, wet and soft and tasty, just what my mouth needed to bring the best out in it. My tongue ran around the shiny knob and lifted his cock up to my lips. Once inside it, my tongue wrestled for dominance, a contest that was decided when he got hard. Nothing could beat it now.
I got down on my knees and reached up to cling to the base of his hard cock, bringing my lips back so that they were closed around his knob, and I mauled his flesh with mine as if it were an all-day sucker. I couldn't tell if Will was enjoying this or not except by the hardness of his dick-and it was getting harder by the second! If only it was possible to suck cock while getting fucked, I reflected. There was something about it that made my pussy throb with a power all its own, the kind of desire that can only be stilled by a healthy outburst of sperm. But there was a different kind of need at work too, and to quiet that I reached down to my pussy with both hands and began to rummage around with abandon. I didn't care if I wasn't stimulating my clitoris directly. Just groping fulfilled all my desires.
Fingering myself and sucking at his cock, I forgot all about being in danger. Besides, the family had no reason to suspect that any funny business was going on. It had never happened before, so why should it happen now? I gave myself over to blowing him with all my heart, licking and nibbling, taking more and more of him into my mouth, savoring the throbbing, pulsing, virile member as much as I had when it was rooted up my ass or enlarging my pussy. The wonderful world of sex! Now it had been reduced to a single cock.
I couldn't even see his balls, let stand his body. Steam filled the bathroom, the shower drowned out any sounds we might have made, and in my imagination I saw Will standing there with his eyes closed and his mouth open, the water cascading down over his superb body, getting closer and closer to the climax I wanted him to have.
My lips tightened about his cock and ran up and down the full length of it. His skin was so smooth and wet that my mouth must have felt like a cunt to him. If only someone had thought to put a clitoris on a woman's top hp! Just a small one, like a beauty mark, that's all I wanted. Then I'd never do anything but give blow jobs! As it was, I rotated the top of one finger over the little nub embedded in the soft flesh of my pussy, which made up for that sad lack in away.
Will started to push his cock down my throat, a sure sign that he was close to his climax. I brought my lips back to just below his knob and sucked and nibbled more forcefully. There it came, the tracer bullet of sperm, a fat dollop of salty, creamy fluid that set all of my taste buds on edge. A moment later it was followed by large globs, and I came with my mouth full.
CHAPTER SIX
"Wandaaaaahh!" The cry pierced through my woolly dreams and I opened my eyes to see where I was. "Come on, dear, get up, time for breakfast!" It was my mother calling me from downstairs. Monday morning, back to school. I stretched and huddled into the sheet covering me. How was it that after all the sexual extravaganzas of the weekend, I still felt horny? Deep down in my pussy that itch persisted, tiny but adamant, seemingly out of reach of even the longest cock. Groggily I reached for my pussy with both hands and squeezed it hard, which only made the itch worse. Perhaps the hairbrush would do it.
I reached out and took it by the bristles, and, still too sleepy to know exactly what I was doing, tried to introduce the handle into my cunt. It wouldn't go in so I brought it up to my mouth and sucked at it like it was a fine, hand-tooled cock. When it was good and wet I tried again, spreading my legs as wide as I could and holding my cunt open with my free hand. This time it slipped smoothly past the entrance and snugly fitted into my sheath, but only halfway up it. Damnit! I drew it back and pushed it in hard so that the edge of the bristles chafed against the sensitive inner flesh. That was better, but wasn't there something larger at my disposal? Still fucking myself with the hairbrush handle, I cast my glance about the room. Nothing. I really had to see about getting a dildo or vibrator for moments like this! Some of the girls in my class had whispered about dildos, any size, some with vibrating mechanisms in the head, and they were said to be better than men. Well, I didn't quite believe that, but anything that approached the human cock would have been most welcome to me at that moment.
I kept stirring my pussy with the smooth handle, working it in and out with one hand while the other softly touched down on my nipples and teased them into a frenzy of excitement. Bit by bit I felt my horniness dissolving into a bath of hot lust and that, in turn, began to build up to a climax. I probably heard the knocking on my door but it just didn't register. The next thing I knew, Will was in the room.
"You're supposed to be up already," he said, staring at the hairbrush plunging in and out of my distended pussy. "Listen, you want me to pitch in there and help you out?" He began to fumble with his zipper but I shook my head and took the hairbrush out.
"No, no, we made an agreement," I said, covering my nakedness with a robe, "and we have to stick to it, you know that."
"Yeah, I guess so." He looked disappointed but he understood what I meant. "Anyway, you'd better get your ass out of bed because your breakfast is getting cold or hot or something."
"Thanks, tell Mom I'll take a quick shower first." He nodded and left, leaving me to wonder at my own willpower. My body ached with a variety of needs, most of which he could have attended to. But no, everything was going as planned, a few more weeks and I'd be able to bring a string of lovers home without anyone raising an eyebrow. That cheered me up enough to get me into the bathroom. A cold shower gave me some relief but I was still agitated when I finally sat down to breakfast.
At school the itch seemed to get worse. Everywhere I looked there were men, each of them carrying in their pants the instrument that could bring me true relief, so near yet so far away. And when Frank walked into the classroom and sat facing me with that powerful bulge in his pants I wanted him as much as I ever had! And I gathered from the looks he was giving me that he was in a conciliatory mood too. The girl next to me insisted on telling me a story, the gist of which escaped me. I was too busy positioning myself so as to give the teacher the incentive to think up a way of fucking me. Now and then I nodded at her and said things like, "That's nice," but that was all. It bowled me over when Mr. Harris pointed directly at me and told me to stop talking in class. I stopped but my neighbor didn't.
"All right, Miss Fuller," he said grimly, "go stand outside the classroom. I won't tolerate students talking while I'm trying to impart a little wisdom. Out you go!"
"But, Mr. Harris," I said, hurt by such injustice-and then it occurred to me: he had something other than punishment on his mind. Docile now, I walked out of the classroom and stood outside the door, awaiting the second phase of his plan. A few minutes later he appeared, grinning all over his face and motioning for me to follow him. He led me to the male-teachers' washroom, checked to see that no one was inside, and beckoned me again. I was reluctant at first. What if someone saw us? Then I thought that it didn't really matter.
We went into the furthest cubicle and he locked the door securely before turning to me. "Pretty smart, huh?" he whispered, undoing my clothes hurriedly. "We'll only have a few minutes but I can't resist you any longer, even if you are a nympho."
"But I'm not!" I said, trying to pull free from his ubiquitous hands. He'd hurt my feelings now and I was ready to exert my will-power once more just to teach him a good lesson. Mr. Harris was not in a mood to be taught anything. He pulled me back and undid my blouse, letting my tits breathe freely, then hoisted my skirt around my waist and pulled my panties down.
"Turn around," he hissed, "and rest your arms on the sink. You'll get enough this time to keep you satisfied."
I shrugged and did as he told me to, but inside I was still burning with anger. He was so narrow-minded! Still, it was exciting to be in the men's room, my ass bare and pointing right at Frank's loins. I remembered his weapon vividly and how it felt when it entered me the last time.
He stroked my pussy with one extended finger, testing it for moistness, I guessed, and when he found it soaking he let out an appreciative whistle. "Yeah, baby, you warm up fast. Now spread your legs and bend over, because you're going to get it!"
In that position I found myself confronted with the little clear lake at the bottom of the toilet bowl, not an inspiring sight. But when I bent down further and looked behind me I saw his awesome cock leap out of his pants along with his heavy, hairy balls, which was much more pleasing. My pussy contracted when his knob came close, suddenly intimidated by so much cock. Mr. Harris seized me around the waist with his strong hands and held me still while his cock knocked on the door and asked to be let in.
I wanted him to come right in and make himself at home but the anxious tightness thwarted us both. Even after he'd worked his knob inside I couldn't relax, and Frank approved. "Like a fish's asshole," I heard him mutter as he strained to get the rest of himself tucked in. "Damn, I'll blow in a second if you don't loosen up, girl."
I concentrated on the swinging balls and pretty soon my nervousness was forgotten. Frank's cock moved back and forth more easily now. More of his hot, hard meat stuffed into me, digging deeper and deeper, and I could almost feel his thick knob scratching my itch. But when he'd fed me all of his cock the door to the bathroom opened and someone came inside. He stopped dead, and both of us tried not to breathe while the intruder was there. That's when my passions began to soar!
Having his cock inside me, immobilized but raring to go, sent all sorts of wild vibrations through me, and the sight of his dangling balls neatly framed by the cleavage between my tits was enough to drive me to the brink of a huge climax. Only I couldn't make a sound, or the jig would be up! That in itself compressed and distilled the experience for me. I wanted to climax as badly as a lover hiding in the closet wants to sneeze. My body began to make the motions, moving back up into his long cock and then pulling away slightly, only to bump backward with redoubled force. Frank tried to hold me still but he wasn't strong enough to stop me altogether. In the meantime we were treated to the tinkling sounds of a man taking a piss in the urinal outside, a man who'd get too hard to piss if he knew what was going on behind his back.
My pussy was up in arms. It wanted to be pounded into submission, but Frank couldn't do it, not yet. It twitched and tightened, slid back up the big pole and moved forward, but all that only worked to aggravate my condition. I had to clench my teeth to stop from crying out. My body was rampant with passion now, like sticks of dynamite being thrown in a big heap waiting for the spark to ignite it. The intruder was combing his hair or admiring his mirror image, and Frank couldn't wait any longer. He began to fuck me with cautious, long strokes, just easing his prick in and out of me breathlessly. In my mind, I began to yell at the intruder, telling him to get the hell back to his class, but the cad took his time.
Finally he left. The door banged shut and his footsteps receded along the corridor. When it was silent again Frank's fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, he withdrew his cock all the way, and then hammered it into me with such brute force that a strangled cry squeezed through my clenched teeth and echoed through the bathroom.
"Shut up, you slut!" he hissed, fucking me like a piston.
I resented that, but what could I do? He had me in his power. His dick was prodding me onward, higher and higher, and all I could do was go along with him. If he wanted to call me names, that was his prerogative. His balls were swinging wildly with every stroke and I could just imagine the load they bore. Pretty soon it would be inside me, hot and wet, drowning the itch or at least dampening it. "Give it to me, Frank!" I groaned, adjusting my footing to let him get further inside me. "That's the way, that's it, oh it's beautiful!"
He said nothing. His breath brushed along my nape, hot and fast, and his hands were on my tits, squeezing them in time with his powerful thrusts. A preliminary orgasm rolled through me and swept some of my needs out of the way. I was born to fuck, I decided as the last strains of the climax died away and a new one began to emerge from the depths of my loins. If it was physically possible I'd strap myself into a machine with a dick attachment and let it fuck me into old age. But when Mr. Harris blew his load into me when I was only halfway toward my peak, the dark side of sex asserted itself. I didn't want to tell him I was only partially satisfied, because that would hurt his feelings and then he'd hurt mine. I smiled, even kissed him fondly, but in the back of my mind I was preparing for the next bout.
My cunt was full of sperm and it dribbled down my leg in great quantities. I snatched a handful of toilet papes out of the cubicle and wiped myself as best I could. Frank was in a hurry to get out of the men's room now and kept urging me on. At the end I stuffed some tissues into my panties to soak in the remains, and waited while he checked to see if the coast was clear. He gave me the signal and I hurried outside to take up my position outside the classroom once more. He came a little later, looking fresh and clean, as if he hadn't just spent himself fucking.
"I'll call you back inside in about five minutes," he promised. That was all very well for him, but there I was, standing out in the corridor like a bump on a log. I folded my arms and gazed up at the ceiling, trying to decide what to do. This would be a good chance to see Mr. Ross ... Frank wouldn't make an issue out of it if I wasn't there when he came to call me into the room. And, thinking of the devil, there he was!
"Hello, Wanda, what are you doing out here?" he said in his sexy bass voice. "Waiting for your date to show up?"
"That's right," I said pertly, "and you've been elected. Where are you going to take me?"
"Ah, now that's a good question." He looked up and down the corridor just the way Frank had not long ago, and turned back to me with a sly grin playing about his full, exciting lips. "What do you say to a secret meeting in the men's room, just you and me?"
"I'd love to," I said huskily.
"Let's go then."
I was more than ready to follow him, even if it meant another standing-room-only fuck. Already I had a plan to get rid of the tissues in my panties before he'd see them. But Mr. Harris emerged from the room to frustrate me for the second time in five minutes. "You can come in now, Miss Fuller," he said, throwing Mr. Ross a steely look.
"Bye, Mr. Ross," I said wistfully. The gym teacher winked at me as if to say there Would be other times, and left. Some of the girls in the class gave me knowing looks when I took my seat, but I didn't do anything to confirm or deny their suspicions. They probably had dildos at home to keep them company, and fantasies like they were having at that moment would see them through many dry seasons.
Actually I felt pretty good. Later in the afternoon we'd go to Mr. Ross's gym class, and I was sure he'd find some way to smuggle me aside for the kind of screw I'd been dreaming of. He knew how to do that sort of thing, I could tell by his bearing. All that I had to do was wait for him to invite me.
At lunchtime Judy came over to me and sat on the bench beside me. She looked like a different person, more mellow, more maturely beautiful. There was nothing left of the edgy girl of last week, and I was glad to see that Burt had done so well. "You like my brother, do you?" I observed with light irony after we'd exchanged greetings.
"Your brother?" She looked at me strangely, colored, and nodded emphatically. "Oh, Burt, yes I do! He's wonderful!"
"Good. Well, the family certainly took to you. Whenever you want to come over, you'll always be welcome."
"They like me? Oh, I'm so glad. What about your father, did he say anything about me?"
"No, but he rarely spends so much time talking with any of the visitors we have." Judy looked strangely pleased to hear that, but after that she turned to other topics. I told her about my episode with Mr. Harris just to get it off my chest and she was fascinated. Sex and Judy had certainly kissed and made up. Looking at her as we talked, I felt a pang of regret at not being her bosom pal anymore. We could have easily sneaked off into the woods surrounding the school for mutual masturbation or other delights. However, since she didn't suggest it I didn't feel free to. She and Burt were a couple now. He came over later and sat with her until the bell rang. It puzzled me that she wasn't more demonstrative toward him, but at that stage I simply hadn't put two and two together yet.
I could hardly wait for the gym class to start. All through the next two periods I fiddled, tried to keep my hands off my vulnerable parts. When we girls split from the boys to change I could feel my pussy blowing bubbles with every step I took. I just hoped nobody could hear the little wet sounds it produced. And, to be sure Mr. Ross wouldn't lose interest in me, I left off my underpants when I changed into the tight, crotch-hugging shorts. That made me feel even sexier. The rough material worked into my pussy and titillated my hard little clit continuously when I moved.
He and I were very preoccupied with each other all through the period. I lay on my back on the floor and spread my legs when he told us to and while he gazed into my crotch I made surreptitious little motions with my hips, fucking up at him, just to make his cock rise massively in his tight pants. When we were doing toe-touching exercises he stood right behind me and observed my ass with unabashed admiration. And when I vaulted over the wooden horse he caught me in such a way that one hand pressed into my tits and the other had a firm grip on my pussy. During that split second I gazed in his eyes and found there all the longing of my own body.
But once more we were doomed to failure. Even before the class was over Jerry appeared at the door and gazed sternly at the gym teacher. My big brother had a suspicious mind but in this case he was justified. I resented him being there with every bone of my body! Mason arrived not longer after and that put an end to that. Mr. Ross and I sighed and accepted the facts of life.
"I wonder where Will and Burt are?" Jerry asked as I was marched home. "I told them to be here."
"What's the matter," I said waspishly, "can't you find your way home without them?"
"Don't be a smart-ass," he told me. "I only wondered because they acted so strangely this morning when I told them to be at the gym after school. You don't know anything about that, do you?"
"Me? Why, Jerry, I just wouldn't feel safe without a full bodyguard," I said sarcastically.
"Hey, there's Bella," Mason said suddenly, "just the girl I wanted to see. I've got to get to her, so I'll see you guys later."
Jerry and I walked on alone. My mind worked overtime at trying to find a way of approaching him. Whenever I glanced at him he looked as solid as granite, an edifice of morality, but every man had his weak spot. "Why do you insist on seeing me home every day, Jer?" I asked in a very different tone of voice, soft and pleading. "Don't you think I can look after myself yet?"
"Maybe you can and maybe you can't," he answered gruffly. "But there's a lot of guys just looking for a girl on her own, and you don't know much about men. It's best that there's someone to look after you."
"One day I'll have to stand on my own two feet, though, and what's going to happen then? Or do you intend to stick it out with me for the rest of my life?"
"There's no point in talking about it." His face closed down into blank stubbornness and I knew better than to persevere. But even as we walked in our respective silences, I couldn't help but notice how powerfully built he was and how he excited a hidden part in me. Jerry was like an intelligent bull; that is, he had the mind of a man but the emotions and body of a bull. And when he aimed at something he'd smash through brick walls to get at it. I could just imagine him barging through the walls of my lust, shattering them one after the other until he had reached the very core of my desires, that itching, nagging core that no man had yet touched. Jerry could do it-always playing sport, eating the right foods, and I was sure he'd never stoop to masturbation. He'd probably think it'd drain his vital energies or something.
To be realistic, however, I had to dismiss that prospect and start to think about how to get at my daily diet of sex. I couldn't ask Will or Burt. That'd be unfair. They weren't there to be at my beck and call, after all. And Mason was never around when he was needed. The only person I could turn to was Mr. Harris and I didn't want to see him again. Of course, I could call Mr. Ross and instruct him in the art of getting into my room after midnight, but somehow I wasn't inclined to take big risks anymore. The plan had been halfway realized. One slip and I could worsen my situation immeasurably. What if I was to slip out the same way?
Now there was an idea. Perhaps I'd meet an interesting person while I was out walking. And if anyone caught me I'd say I was suffering from teenage blues or something, and that a nocturnal stroll seemed the only way to get rid of them. Yes, why not try it just once?
We got home just in time to see Dad putting his bag into the trunk of the car. He was going away for a couple of days, he told us-business, of course. It was rare for him to go away overnight, and for a flash I thought back on my conversation with Judy-but it was all too un-likely. Mom and Dad were happily married, the only parents I knew who that could be said about. Stranger still, Mason came home an hour after we did instead of gallavanting all night with the lady of his choice. But I wasn't too concerned with familial affairs. Once more I found myself awaiting the midnight hour.
It was a warm night again. I sat at the window from ten o'clock waiting for the inhabitant of the house to settle down, my legs dangling over the sill, the TV playing beside me unheeded. Even though I had no clear idea as to what might happen to me if I ventured out at an ungodly hour, it excited me just to think I'd be free of all constraints for a brief period. The ladder was in position, just waiting for me to descend it. I gave everyone an hour to fall asleep, then slipped into my jeans and halter and snuck down.
It was a little frightening to be all alone like this, walking along the quiet streets from one pool of light to the next, wandering aimlessly. My life had really been sheltered, I reflected, always in the middle of a clutch of brothers and parents who seemed to be intent only on hiding the facts from me. But I'd outfoxed them now. For close to eighteen years I'd played the part of a virgin to the hilt, and they had been lulled into a sense of security. Even if nothing happened to me I'd enjoy being out on the loose!
Several blocks down the road there lay a small park with high fences all around it and only a few lights to relieve the darkness. I checked the gates until I found one that was open. The people in this area weren't too paranoid. Our town had its share of crime, of course, but not enough to turn every house into a fortress. But I knew that entering this park was to enter the arena, the spot where laws were in suspension, where every single girl was regarded as fair game by the creatures of the night. A few times I wanted to turn back, to run out of the park back to the safety of the streets, but it was too late. I'd hate myself if I were to give up.
Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. Everything in me tightened up but I kept walking. The steps were heavy and regular, and whoever was walking behind me wasn't in a hurry to catch up with me. Just to get it over with I slowed down my pace. He was right behind me, I could hear him breathing. "Hey, girlie," he said, "turn around and look at this."
Like a fool I did. There was a middle-aged man in a trench coat, far too hot for this time of the year, and, as if to cool himself down, he opened the coat wide. Only it wasn't for the purpose of ventilation that he'd unbuttoned it. In the yellow light of a nearby lamp I caught sight of his cock, pale and hard, sticking out like a flag pole. At the top of it was a splendid knob, flushed and bobbing-and I wanted it! Instead of screaming or running away I moved toward him, hands outstretched, mouth open, ready to take that wonderful tool into any orifice he wanted.
But the man didn't approve of my eagerness. "Hey, what's the matter with you!" he said as my hands clutched at his cock. "Are you some kind of pervert!"
"Let's make love," I said, rubbing his hard meat with both hands. "You can do whatever you want with me, wouldn't you like that? Come on, just name your preference."
"You're sick!" he yelled, pulling away and buttoning his coat up tight. "You ought to see a psychiatrist!" And he was off, bolting into the dark, leaving me feeling let down. I was discouraged. If I couldn't get laid in this underworld, what were my chances outside it? Still, I'd give it another chance.
I kept walking around and around in the park, following the same path while waiting for another man to come out at me. Nothing! It made me mad when I thought of all the girls who hadn't wanted to be raped and who got it anyway. Here I was, just a girl looking for some hot action, and I couldn't get it for love or money! Was there no justice?
The answer to that apostrophic question came in the form of a big hairy hand closing around my mouth, and another around my waist, to drag me away from the light and behind a clump of bushes. I was so surprised that I offered no resistance, I just let him carry me off like he was King Kong. "You bitch!" I heard a hoarse voice hiss into my ear. "You dirty, cockteasing bitch! You're going to get it now and good! Yell, and you're a gonner!" The blade of a knife flashed in the darkness to back up his words. But I recalled how I'd scared off the previous applicant and kept very quiet.
His hands ripped at my clothing, which came apart like tissue paper. A moment later I was naked and trembling as if it were below freezing, yet the sweat poured out of my skin. I couldn't see his face because it was too dark, but I could tell he was a hulking brute of a man, not the kind to fool around with. All the better, that nagging itch said, and I had to agree. A man that big had to be able to get right up there where it counted.
He put his knife away but then he stopped, as if waiting for me to do something. I understood the situation at once. He wanted me to cringe, scream, express fright. "Please, mister," I said in a tremulous voice, "don't hurt me. I'm a virgin."
"So's my ass," he sneered coldly, and now he was undoing his pants.
"Please, I beg you," I said, sinking to my knees and raising my hands at him prayerfully, "I don't want to get pregnant."
"The most pregnant you could get from this is to grow a set of new tonsils," he said, and rammed his cock into my mouth. A maiden's prayer had been answered. I had to hold myself back from doing to it what I wanted to do, and just held the great organ between my lips, being careful to keep my teeth away from it. The man's big, hairy hands took a hold of my head and his meat slid into me slowly, making my eyes bulge with the effort of containing all that manhood. He tasted delicious, kind of sweaty and pissy, and the pulsing of his blood made me shiver. If he knew how much I loved to have his dick in my mouth he wouldn't be so eager, I thought, and so I tried to push him away. He shoved my head back over his cock, fitting into me like a sword in its sheath. I couldn't breathe but I didn't want to at that moment. All I wanted was more cock! What did it matter if he got to my itch from the wrong entrance, just as long as he scratched it!
He started to fuck my face with less than finesse. His big cock moved in and out of my mouth with a strong, slow motion, reaching down into my throat on the downstroke and just teasing my lips on the upstroke. I couldn't hold back any longer, I had to take a grip on the base of his cock. When I got my hands around it I was shocked at how thick it was. It reminded me of a tree growing out of a branch! He didn't try to stop me from fondling him so I cupped his heavy balls in the palms of my hands too, squeezing them ever so gently, and he responded by pushing the full length of his dick down my throat. I had had some practice at relaxing my throat muscles, but this was akin to sword swallowing! I gagged and wrenched myself free, but only to gulp down a couple of lungsful of air, and then I was back down on him.
My rapist didn't care now if I liked it or not-he was enjoying himself and only my mouth mattered to him. I took full advantage of that to work my fingers into his fly to get at his hairy thighs, caressing them with thrills of pleasure. He was such a brute! At least six feet tall and five feet wide, with a cock to match, he could have fucked me into the ground if he'd chosen to. He was dangerous, too, which gave my pleasure a sharp cutting edge, and as I continued to draw my lips up and down his long baseball bat of a cock I felt my body undergoing all sorts of orgasmic turmoil. Not that it exactly reached a climax, it was rather more like all sorts of climaxes rummaging around in my belly, confused, now shooting up, now splashing or fading away, but always busy.
He didn't seem to notice when I let his cock poke up into the night air to get at his balls. I dipped them into my mouth the way men eat herrings, turning my face beneath them and coming up with my mouth wide open. They dangled inside me like two ripe apples and it was hard not to take a good bite out of them. But since I didn't feel like dying just yet I contented myself with licking and sucking at them, all of which made his cock throb jerkily with new passion. Then he grunted as if to say he wanted more cocksucking, and I readily obliged him. His dick was cool now but harder than ever, and I hastened to warm it up again with my spit. I noticed that each time I took all of him inside my mouth he let out a small, tense grunt; obviously it was a personal favorite of his. So that's what I kept doing, drawing my lips back against his smooth, veined skin and then gobbling him up the way a snake eats a pig. He loved it, he loved it! His hips began to power his thrusts, sending that lovable knob deep into my gullet, where my muscles worked to massage it. Now and then he stopped me by clamping my head between the palms of his hands and holding us both perfectly still. Only when he'd recovered himself did he start again, fucking my face and savoring the subtle motions of my tongue and lips with body and soul.
I began to concentrate on his knob, sucking at it, running my tongue around and around, and flicking the tip of it into that smooth area under the helmet-shaped flesh. Now my rapist began to get uneasy. His body moved erratically, either propelling his cock deeper into my mouth or missing the target altogether. Out of curiosity, I tried to take the side of his cock between my lips, but he preferred to have his knob worked on. If that's what he wanted, that's what he'd get. I fitted the firm head between my lips again and gave him the treatment. He couldn't last much longer, I figured, not the way he was twitching and sighing.
Sure enough, a moment later his cock plunged down my throat and released a huge tide of sperm into me that rose up into my mouth and filled me to bursting. I drank it down as best I could but spillage was unavoidable. The rapist didn't mind. He kept his cock in my mouth for a long time after, breathing heavily as though he'd just run a marathon race. Only when his cock slipped out from between my lips did he acknowledge the end.
"Hey, look at your clothes!" he exclaimed, viewing the tattered remnants strewn on the ground about me. "How are you going to get home in that condition?"
"You tell me," I suggested.
"Here, baby, put my shirt on," he said, taking it off. He had a T-shirt on under it so I accepted the shirt gratefully and wrapped it around my naked body. "Now get moving and don't look back. I don't want you getting a good look at my mug and telling the cops all about it, you hear?"
"Oh, I wouldn't think of doing that!" I said. "It was fun."
"Yeah, right," he muttered. "Now move it." I left the park and ran all the way home, up the ladder, and into bed. The taste of his sperm lingered with me until I fell asleep and produced the most vivid dreams afterward.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I could hardly believe what I'd done when the light of day woke me the next morning. Had I really been so desperate that my survival instincts had given up? Ridiculous. My rapist had been a nice guy at heart, but the next one could be a real kook. I'd never try that stunt again, no matter how the itch nagged at me. All through the shower I upbraided myself but I couldn't deny that it had been fun. The size of the rapist's cock still made me quiver. My mouth remembered its dimensions vividly along with every vein and the taste of his plentiful cream. Yes, the risk had been worth it, but there was no need to stretch my luck.
At school the day passed ordinarily. Mr. Harris tried to lure me into the men's room again but I gave him the cold shoulder. I'd spent a good deal of time after the shower gazing into my full-length mirror just to remind myself how good my face and body were, and I'd reached the conclusion that a girl like me didn't have to sneak around or endanger her life just to get laid. Besides, weren't the men supposed to figure out the details before every fuck? Here I was, thrusting myself at every available cock, making the bed before and after, and for what? If this kept up for much longer I'd be taking antacid tablets!
Sit back and let them come to you-that was going to be my motto from that moment on. So I sat back, and by the end of the morning nothing had happened. I was becoming impatient. What was the matter with all those bundles of virility playing ball at the back of the schoolyard? More to the point, why was I hanging around with people old enough to be my uncle? Now there was an idea! Why didn't I saunter up to some of the boys hanging around there and just give them the old hint?
It was five minutes into lunchtime when I saw him. He was in another class but one the same level as mine, a tall, lanky kid, not too good-looking but more self-possessed than the other kids. He stood off to one side, watching the boys at play, and he held a cigarette behind his cupped hand. A faintly ironic smile played about his lips at the sight of his peers fighting over the possession of a ball. He was too worldly for that; ergo, he was ready for me!
He noticed me looking at him and threw me a lopsided grin. I smiled back demurely and then looked away as if something had caught my eye. True to type, he followed up on my hint. "Hi, Wanda," he said. "What's happening?"
"You know my name?"
"Sure I do. I always find out the names of the girls who really interest me. My name is Al."
"What a lovely name," I said, at loss for words now. I wanted to get him into the woods at once to make him do his stuff, but it would hardly be proper to say that in so many words.
"You look worried, Wanda. Is there something on your mind?"
"Well, yes, there is, actually," I said, conjuring up a he with all the speed of a cab driver. "You see, a couple of days ago I lost my ring in the woods, just near the edge of the lake, and I want to go in and find it ... only I'm afraid to walk through the woods by myself."
"Your troubles are over. I'll go with you."
"Oh, Al, would you?" I gazed at him with gratitude, but then I frowned. "But I don't want to put you to any trouble."
He vowed that it wouldn't be any trouble at all; in face, he implored me to believe that it wouldn't be. I'd raised his hopes to just the right level, so I gave in. We walked away from the guys playing ball and slipped into the forest without anyone noticing us. At the fringes of the bush boys played hide-and-seek and other stupid games, but the further we walked the less people we saw. And when the lake came into view there was no one but a bunch of birds to disturb us.
"Now then, where did you drop that ring?" Al asked. He'd lost some of his composure, which made him all the more endearing to me. Instead of going for me, the fool actually began to search through the grass. I watched him for a while, observing his tight, narrow ass with lecherous pleasure. A glance at my watch showed there were only forty minutes to go before classes. I'd better be hurrying!
"Oh, forget that silly ring," I said petulantly, "I always hated it anyway. Let's just go back."
"Now wait on, baby," said Al, mustering up all his courage, "let's not waste this trip."
"What did you have in mind?" Al grinned and took me into his arms to kiss me but I put up a perfunctory struggle. "Please, Al, I don't know you well enough!"
"You want to see my ID?"
"I don't think that will be necessary." I embraced him and kissed him on the lips. Down in his pants something was getting very hard and long! His hands remained discreetly on my hips, though, and his mouth remained stiff. He didn't even move his head when he kissed me. It was as though he'd learned his kissing technique from very old movies, and slowly it dawned on me that Al hadn't been around as much as I'd thought.
"Have you ever made it was a girl, Al?" I whispered during the first intermission.
"Mumble mumble," he replied, but his blush told the whole story.
"Don't worry, I'll show you everything you have to know," I told him. "Just trust me, all right?"
"Sure, I'll do anything you say, Wanda, anything at all!" The relief was obvious. I kissed him again and forced his lips open with my tongue, then stuck it right inside his mouth. His cock bumped sharply into my belly with excitement and his tongue quickly ventured into my mouth. A flash burned across my mind, the rapist's big cock between my lips, so big and hard and bursting with sperm just for me! I grabbed Al's head and pressed his face into mine with redoubled force, kissing him with cannibal lust. At the same time, my hand went down to his extended rod and caressed it over and over until he began to make funny sounds, then I stopped. I didn't want him to come in his underpants.
"Take off your pants," I whispered, "and I'll take off my clothes for you. Would you like that?"
"I love you, Wanda," he said from the bottom of his heart, but I knew he was just happy. I let my skirt fall to the ground and quickly unbuttoned my blouse. Al just stood there, his mouth open, eyes bulging.
"Take 'em off!" I urged him and he snapped out of it to fumble with his clothes. It took him so long that I felt obliged to help. Quickly I took off his shirt, fussing over him like a mother hen, and at last he stood naked before me, his long, slender dick pointing up at an angle into the air. Here was one male who didn't need to be blown in order to stimulate his appetite for the real thing. Al could hardly wait to begin, but he didn't know where the starting line was.
The grass was thick and lush, cool to my body as I lay down in it. Not far away from us the lake cabbled against the shore, tiny waves breaking like tiny surf. The sun reflected itself in the mirror-smooth surface and far away, toward the other side of the lake, a small sailing boat scudded along like a dragon fly. Above me waved the tall stems of plants which formed a backdrop for our lovemaking, and behind them the trees were grouped densely together. It was all so serene and lovely that Al seemed like a supernumary. Making love with nature all of a sudden seemed plausible. But after lazily writhing about in the grass for a minute or so I caught his eye-and he was desperate!
"What do you want me to do?" he begged. Looking up at him made his cock seem all the more desirable, longer somehow and harder. I asked if none of the boys had told him where to put it and he just shrugged. "They make it seem like you can put it any place on a girl."
"Right here, honey," I said, spreading my legs wide and opening my pussy up with two fingers.
"See the hole there, that's where I want you to put it. But take it easy in the beginning, nice and slow until you get the hang of it, okay?"
"Okay." He lay on top of me and tried to find the hole with his cock. No luck. I reached down between us and took it in my hand, guiding it toward the target. Even when he located it and pushed his knob right into me, I kept hanging on to that hard, smooth member of his, squeezing it for my own pleasure. Only when he began to make those funny sounds again did I stop. Al was getting all the stimulation he could deal with just from fucking.
I had no faith in his staying power so I worked myself up as hard as I could. While he fucked me I caressed my own tits and got a finger down into my pussy to rub my clitoris, which helped a lot. Al was fixated on the process of putting his penis into my vagina, and he kept looking down to see it sliding into me, then pulling it back, gloating at me briefly, and shoving it up me once more. I was happy for him ... and there was no denying that it was exciting to have him inside me. Long and lean, his cock pierced me to the depths, and, because he had no sense of rhythm, it came into me from every angle. For a beginner he was doing remarkably well, but I kept on masturbating just the same. No sense taking chances.
After about five minutes of persistent fucking Al showed no signs of slowing down. He'd stopped looking at his cock slipping in and out, and had taken over massaging my tits. He soon learned that the nipples were the most sensitive part and he hunched his back to get his mouth at them. I held him about the shoulders with one arm and fingered my pussy with my free hand, still unable to believe that I'd been lucky in my choice of schoolboys. The minutes ticked by and his cock kept going in and out with a regular, devastating beat, wearing me down bit by bit. I glanced at my watch-twenty minutes to go. That was plenty of time to get him and myself off. I settled back and let him take over for a while to give my hand a break. The index finger was stiff and oily, suffering from some kind of writer's cramp. Al kept beating away at me, working like a pump in an oil field.
I felt myself slipping backward into a kind of rosy glow of bliss, soft and soothing, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. The control I'd had over the situation was being taken away from me! Al's cock kept driving me further into this pink haze with its robot beat. Was there no stopping this boy? Burt had come in seconds when it was his first time. Oh, what did it matter, it was glorious! I embraced him with both arms and hung on for the rest of the ride. Everything faded out of my mind but that rosiness and the sensation of his long cock entering and leaving my pussy. I could even see it parting the fleshy sentries to move deep into the pink moist cavity beyond, probing about in there for all the right buttons to press. And then I felt like a pin-ball machine with lights flashing up behind my eyes-20, 500, 1,000! Tilt! Tilt! Tilt! "Al, darling!" I squealed, hugging him tightly, "where did you learn to play me like that!" He said nothing, but maintained his steady, atrophying pace, in and out, slipping and sliding. Tilt! Tilt! Win! Play again!
"Baby, baby," I crooned, caressing him and kissing him in a fit of gratitude, "that was beautiful, just keep it up, keep it up, do it once more for Wanda." Al lay flush on top of me, his head buried in my long blonde hair, and because we were lying on an incline I could see his narrow white ass bobbing up and down over my loins, driving that cock into me the way a sledge hammer drives a spike into the ground. Those lights were popping on and off behind my eyes, he was winning, winning, winning! Now that I knew he'd never stop fucking me, I relaxed every part of my body, and at once he scored a home run, a touch down, a basket, and a goal! "Darling, darling," I heard myself murmur, "you're so good, so beautiful! Oh, give it all you've got, give it all to me!"
And Al, tacit, industrious, unimaginative, but fatally effective, plied his craft and drove me utterly crazy. I screamed and shook, clawed at his undulating back, bit into his neck-nothing helped to assuage the dreadful passion welling up in my belly. His rod pumped into and added great scads of lust to it and I felt myself swelling like a great balloon, one of those helium monstrosities that carry people off into the wild blue yonder-only this balloon was going to burst! And when it did I didn't know where I'd be landing. Fear mingled with my ecstasy; I wanted him to stop and I would have killed him if he had. Onward, blowing me up, destroying what was left of my mind. Then, like a slow-motion explosion, I felt that great ball of fire expand into supernova, coming apart in hunks and finally disintegrating with a turbulence that had me screaming at the top of my lungs and drawing blood with my teeth and nails.
Al was too absorbed in fucking me to even notice. His cock kept coming in even though it was unnecessary. I felt nothing but a warm, empty glow inside me. The itch had been scratched! I'd met my match in this callow schoolboy and I hugged him tightly to thank him for his good deed. He seemed to be unaware of what was going on. When I pushed him off me and went down on his hard cock he lay there, looking happy but stunned, and let me lick his cock clean and suck him off with no change of expression. For me it was all gratuitous but I was glad to do it for him. I probably gave him the best blow job any man had had from me and drank in his sperm more for his sake than mine, which was like giving an excellent wine to a beer drinker.
The next time I looked at my watch it was twenty minutes after the end of lunch. "Oh, Christ, we're late for class!" I exclaimed. Al just nodded and smiled. He lay on his back in the grass, his hands under his head, staring up at the little sheep-like clouds in the sky. The end of the world couldn't have disturbed him at that moment. I decided he had the right attitude and lay down beside him, cuddling up to him like he was my favorite teddy bear. And indeed he was. Here was the man who could scratch my itch, the only one in the world perhaps. I had to be good to him so he'd do it again when I needed him to do it. "Did you like it, Al?" I asked, pecking at his ear.
"I love you, Wanda," he said. "Let's go steady."
"Anything you say, Al." I'd go steady-in fact, I'd marry him if he wanted me to! I gazed at his dick, limp now and gleaming with my juices, the wonder wand that could touch off the demon in me. Gently I caressed it the way one pets a good dog. There was nothing to said between us, except to make a date for the next day. Then we got up and dressed slowly. I couldn't stop looking at him. He looked so handsome to me now, so strong and in control, and when we began to walk back to school I clung to his arm like I'd never let him go.
But just as we neared the playground a familiar shape came up before us. "What the hell are you doing out of class!" the shape yelled at me. "And who's that crumb with you?"
"Jerry!" I cried, clinging to Al all the more tightly, from fear. "What are you doing here?"
"Have you two been fooling around?" he said menacingly. Al began to shake and I could see why. Jerry looked like a tank about to fire.
"Come here, bastard, and I'll make soup out of your fucking head!"
Al let out a yelp of fear and ran around my lumbering brother to head for the safety of the classroom. That left Jerry and me, and I wished I had the speed of my lover. "It's not what you think," I told Jerry, resorting to the same lie that had been so effective before. "I lost a ring near the lake at the last school outing and Al was only helping me find it."
"Oh sure, pull the other leg, it's made out of rubber," he snarled, inspecting my hair and the backs of my arms and legs. "It looks like you've been laying in the grass with a heavy weight on top of you. Look at you, you're green all over!"
So I was. The next second I was green and red all over with embarrassment. What if I'd walked into the classroom with all that green stuff on me? Jerry dressed me up, down, and sideways, yelling at me about decency, morality, young lady behavior, and a whole lot of other obsolete crap, which I put up with for the sake of escaping other consequences. He ran himself down after a while and ordered me to go home.
I did as I was told. There seemed to be no one home when I arrived and so I went straight into my room, took off my clothes, and put on a robe to go take a shower. Before I left, though, I decided to call Judy. She hadn't been at school that day and I figured a talk with her would un-depress me. Her mother answered and told me Judy was away with a party of schoolgirls visiting the Smithsonian Institute. That was strange. I was sure there was no such excursion available at our school Judy had to be off playing hookey somewhere. But that was her concern, I had enough to worry about.
I headed for the bathroom and just as I got there a strange sound caught my ear. It came from Mother's room. Was she with someone there? That was worth checking out. I stepped out of my slippers and snuck over to the door, which was slightly ajar. She was lying on the bed, naked, with her back toward me and facing someone else. So she was having an affair! In a way I was happy for her, it showed she Was still alive. But who the hell was it?
She looked good from behind, I thought as I took in her contours while waiting for the mystery man to show his face. Her back was strong but her waist slender, only to spread out again in two large, firm buttocks. She had my body on a slightly larger scale, that was all. From between her thighs poked a tuft of hair, or at least that's what it looked like. But when I checked again it turned out to be the corner of a hand towel. So she'd just been fucked and was now dripping! It excited me beyond belief to see my own mother in that condition. I had never seen her do anything more sexual than kiss Daddy on the cheek, and that not too frequently.
She was talking softly with her man and he answered with laconic phrases. His voice sounded familiar but it was too low for me to pick up on. His hand came up and caressed the fulsome curve of her hips and she moved forward to kiss him. I could hear them breathing through their noses as their lips were welded together, and Mother's arm went around him to draw him closer to herself. His hand moved to the crack of her ass and snuck into it, digging into her ample flesh until he reached his objective. Mom squealed coquettishly as he explored her asshole and a moment later her arm moved up and down rapidly, indicating she was giving his cock a good time.
When he was good and hard she began to kiss her way downward. I held my breath as first the man's hair appeared, then his forehead-he sure looked familiar up to that point, but I still couldn't guess who it was. She slid down to his chest and then I saw him full face. I nearly cried out in shock when I recognized her phantom lover. It was Mason!
He lay on his back and let Mom go down on him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open, the picture of pleasure, and when she began to operate on his cock, I could see why it thrilled him so much. She was an expert! Her tongue licked and flicked, lavishing his dick with fine sensations that soon had him groaning and twisting uneasily. Her lips pursed and caressed the full length of his considerable stalk, up and down, that tongue darting out and curling about him like a sensual little snake. Once she had worked him up sufficiently, her mouth opened wide and swallowed him whole. Mason jerked his hips upward and surrendered.
Mom positioned herself so that her pussy was hard against his shin bone, making tense fucking motions against the ridge of bone while she chewed his dick. It was easy to tell that this wasn't the first time they'd done this. Both of them slipped into the groove at once, Mom doing all the work, Mason loving it. Her head moved from side to side with his dick firmly trapped between her lips, causing him to clutch at the sheets with both hands. And just as he was getting used to that motion she let his cock slip out and began to lick him with long, strokes of her extended tongue, like a cat grooming its fur. I could feel what he was going through! My pussy tingled with vicarious pleasures just as much as my mouth did, watching Mom suck him off and rub her pussy against his leg.
Suddenly she shimmied up over his legs, spreading her own, to alight on his cock with a long sigh and a long wet slurp of her pussy. Mason grabbed her by the waist and held her steady as she settled down on top of him, both of them doing their best to get maximum penetration. At the same time, my pussy twitched and drooled and I felt an irresistible urge to give it some immoral support. Standing just outside the doorway, I lifted my skirt and lowered my panties, and leaned there, idly toying with my clitoris, watching them at it.
Mom kept taking the initiative up to a certain point. When she couldn't fuck him anymore, due to reasons beyond her control, Mason grabbed her about the waist all the harder and began to thump her up and down over his dick. Mom's big tits bobbled and shook, and her hair flew about her head as she let herself be used as a masturbation device, helpless and unable to stop anything that was going on. She cried out and her arms flailed about, searching for something to hang on to, but she was far too distracted. Mason bit his lower hp and turned red with the exertion of bouncing his mother up and down that way but he kept going with amazing tenacity.
I couldn't stand watching them doing that. My fingers forced my pussy wide open and jammed up there in a desperate bid to simulate the feelings that had to be coursing through my mother right then. I had never seen a woman being fucked with such elan. Mason hoisted her up and plonked her down, and when she descended his loins shot up to deliver his long, thick cock deep into her womb. They grunted and sweated, fucking at full pelt, until at last Mom came with a scream that touched off a full-scale orgasm in me. I sank down on the floor, my bones like rubber, and writhed out of sight to finger my sopping cunt with a final burst of passion. My mind was alive with images derived from seeing my brother fuck my mother, and every image produced another eruption of bliss, egging me on to improve on the initial orgasm. I mauled my tits through the dress and fingered and squeezed my pussy as hard as I could, panting and rolling about on the rough corridor carpet in a frenzy. Only the creaking springs of their bed and the heavy breathing and loud cries prevented them from hearing me. When I pulled out of my orgasmic spin they were still at it, only Mom was on the bottom now, her legs high up and wide apart, with Mason plowing away at full speed between her big thighs.
I looked in for a little longer but they seemed to be determined to keep it up forever. At last I went back to my own room, closed the door, and stretched out on my bed in the nude. If nothing else I had learned something about The Itch. It could be dispeled by a good man, or even an excellent boy, but it returned very quickly, especially in a contagious environment such as that of my mother's boudoir. More important to me was the fact that two members of the family could be taken off the list. Mason would never tell once I made it clear to him that I knew his secret. And Mom certainly wouldn't. That left Dad and Jerry. After that, Al and Mr. Ross were mine whenever the itch drove me into action!
I stretched out luxuriantly. Imagine Mom and Mason getting off together. The rampage in the other room was still going on at full speed, and I started to wonder if it wouldn't be nice to seduce Mason, just for the hell of it. Sure, I had the goods on him, but he seemed awfully good at it. I opened my diary and began to write down the experiences of the day. It was certainly turning into a much more lurid account than I'd bargained for back in my innocent days, last week. No sooner had I completed my account of my sex with Al and the scene in Mother's bedroom than I heard footsteps outside my door. It was probably Mason rushing to get back to school in time to meet me. Was he in for a shock.
Half an hour later I slipped on my robe and went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, fully dressed now, having a cup of coffee and a cigarette all by herself. She looked pleased until she saw me coming down the stairs. "Wanda!" she cried, going pale. "How long have you been home?"
"Long enough," I said laconically. I went over to the stove and poured myself a cup of coffee, then sat at the table facing her. "Why did you do it?" I asked. "Has this been going on for long?"
"Well... long enough," said my mother, reassured by the naturalness of my expression. "I don't suppose it's necessary to tell you how confidential this is?"
"No, not at all. But why don't you get a lover outside the family, like most women would?"
"I notice our little girl has grown up all of a sudden," my mother noted with some irony. "Perhaps it's just as well. We couldn't keep you sheltered forever. And since you ask ... well, it's a long story, are you sure you want to hear it?"
"I'd like nothing better."
"Okay. When did it begin? You have to understand that your father and I love each other dearly. There's never been any question of us getting a divorce, even though sexually our marriage ended about ten years ago. By the way, do you know where your father is now?"
"Away on business."
"No, he's shacked up with your little friend-what's her name, Judy? That shocks you, doesn't it?"
"It shouldn't but it does. How stupid of me not to realize it sooner," I said, more to myself than to her.
"There you are, then," Mom said irrelevantly. She took a swallow of coffee and lit a cigarette from the butt of the old one. "Yes, your father has his preferences, all of them under twenty-one I'm afraid. I'm not bitter, though, not anymore. At first we used to fight about it, then we'd talk about it ... it even got to the stage where I'd dress up in girlish clothes to try and get him to be interested in me. Nothing worked. He used to have affairs with young women, get guilty about it, and tell me. Eventually we accepted the fact that we would have to live with it. I could have my flings and he'd have his. We simply enjoy each other's company these days-and don't think that that doesn't amount to much. He really is a marvelous man."
"How did you go about having your little flings?" I asked.
"Oh, at first I went the normal suburban route-you know, the milkman, the mailman, and the butcher's boy. Unfortunately none of them came close to your father as a lover ... your father in his heyday, of course. A couple of years went by and I didn't do a thing. That's not very healthy and the conventional palliatives can only relieve a woman so far and no further." She paused as if reluctant to tell me what I really wanted to hear, but then she took another swallow of coffee and a lungful of smoke, and continued: "So one day Mason was home sick. He was about fourteen or fifteen, I don't remember exactly, and what he had was nothing serious, just a cold. I was sitting with him because I didn't have anything else to do, and we were talking about things in general, when it suddenly occurred to me that Mason was a man and that I was a woman. But before I go on, are you still a virgin?"
"No, I'm not," I mumbled, blushing.
"Good, otherwise I'd have to leave a lot out." I couldn't believe she took it so calmly. After all those years of protecting me and my chastity, she could have been a little upset at least. Instead, she went on with her story.
"It so happened that Mason had his hands under the covers out of habit and his penis became erect. It stuck out quite clearly and I felt my stomach knot up with a sudden tension. A normal mother with a normal sex life mightn't have been disturbed by that, but it was the first hard cock I'd seen in months and months. No matter how I tried not to look, my eyes kept coming back to that little pole of his, hard and bobbing slightly. I tried everything not to pay any attention to it but my body chemistry made its own demands. While keeping up my side of the conversation I saw my hand leave my lap and slide under the covers, making a beeline for that throbbing little dick of his. It shocked me! And yet my hand kept moving toward it until it had a good grip on it. You probably know by now how delicious a hard cock feels. It's so virile and smooth that you can actually feel it slipping into you. What made it worse is that Mason looks so much like Dad when he was young. I lost track of time, I guess, or maybe I was just horny... in any case, Mason didn't object at all.
"I kept my hand around his cock for a minute or so, rubbing it a little and enjoying the strength of it and the shape of his glans, kind of reminiscing. Mason kept looking at me. It seemed as though he was willing to go along with anything in my mind. I swore him to secrecy, of course, and he gave his solemn oath, which, as far as I know, he's kept to this day. As soon as that obstacle was out of the way, I pulled the covers off him and unveiled that delicious cock of his.
"Once I saw it, I was a lost woman. I swooped down on it and took it all into my mouth. It was easy in those days. Now he almost chokes me, but I'm not complaining. Mason didn't move a muscle but his eyes were sparkling. I sucked his cock very slowly, savoring it the way one might savor an excellent wine. It had been so long, so terribly long! And at last I had a vibrant, virile member between my lips again, I had his tight little ass in my hands, and Mason began to make jerky, nervous motions that told me how much he loved it.
"It didn't take him long to blow, and while his cream gushed down my throat I realized how badly I'd missed sex. When you do without for long enough you forget those excruciating little pleasures that attend the act of sex, but he was reminding me with every hot little torrent he released. And you know what he said when it was all over?"
"No, what?" I felt out of joint but that didn't mean that my mother's tale was falling on deaf ears. It was just hard to realize that this was the same woman whom I'd regarded as a pillar of virtue for all these years.
"He said his sinuses weren't blocked anymore. Wasn't that cute? Well, I took advantage of his youth by saying that there was an even better cure for a cold, and it lay right between my legs. Mason said he'd try anything, so I stripped and straddled his face, feeding him my pussy the way I'd once fed him the milk from my breasts. And the little darling sucked just as avidly as he had when he was a baby. Has anyone ever done that to you?"
"A few times," I nodded, not wanting to interrupt her. I could see the scene unfolding before my mind's eye, Mom big and sexy, and horny as hell, dangling her thickly -haired pussy over Mason's face and watching him with a beatific expression as he ate into her.
"What exactly haven't you done?" she asked.
"We'll talk about that later." I said. "Tell me what happened next?"
"I see you've done it all," she nodded. "Well, Dr. Spock always said repression was bad for children."
"It's done me no harm."
"That's a good attitude. Anyway, Mason ate me like no man ever had. I twirled through a dozen orgasms while he was doing it, and he was the one who asked to be allowed to stop because it was making his thing hurt so much. I turned around and saw his cock hard as ever, begging to be screwed. I moved down his body a little way and guided him inside me. The moment it entered his instincts told him what to do, and, believe it or not, he made splendid love to me, young as he was."
"And you've been doing it ever since?"
"Off and on. Mason is very popular with the girls and I encourage him to date a lot. I don't want to make a mommy's boy out of him, you understand? To him I'm another girlfriend ... a rather special one, I daresay, but he knows exactly where we stand."
"Are any of the other boys...? "
"No, no, one is more than enough," Mom smiled. "I've taught Mason everything and he's learning more from the other women he sleeps with because I've also taught him how to learn. He's a marvelous lover, and if I sleep with him once or twice a month I don't need any more." "I envy you."
"Do you? Tell me all about your sex life, Wanda, I'm very curious what and how you've been doing. 'very curious indeed."
I began at the beginning and finished at the end, finding in my mother a most willing listener.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The boys came home just as I finished telling my mother everything that had happened to me in the past few weeks and we quickly cut the conversation short to put on smiling, innocent faces for them. Mason gave her an anxious glance but she assured him everything was all right with a wink. Jerry was still mad at me but he knew better than to tell the whole family. I figured he'd probably catch me later and deliver a stern lecture.
Later, when we were preparing dinner and the boys were hanging out in the living room watching TV, my mother gave me some advice: "I don't mind what you do, Wanda," she said, "but you have to be careful with your father. This is only a suspicion, mind you, so don't take it too much to heart, but I think he's got a crush on you and that makes him as protective of your virtue as he is. One more thing-don't try to lure Mason into your bed. I don't want to be competing with my own daughter."
"I promise. But don't you think Daddy would understand? I mean, if you were to tell him that I'd grown up, in a subtle way, wouldn't he begin to see it my way?"
"Perhaps, but why take chances? He might as easily lock you into your room after school and then you'd have no chance. I'll work on him but it may take time."
"Time," I sighed. "I've wasted so much of it already. Besides, I've just met this kid at school who really satisfied me and I can hardly wait to try again with him."
"Just be discreet about it, honey," said my mother. That was easy for her to say but she didn't know that Jerry was a veritable bloodhound when it came to sniffing out my secrets. I would have to deal with him soon. Once the whole family was on my side, Dad couldn't hold out much longer. It had to be that night, in fact, because I was determined to see Al the next day.
As expected, he took me aside after dinner and told me he wanted to have a talk with me. I put him off till later. "Come to my room when the others are in bed, Jerry," I pleaded, "or else they might get wind of what's going on. Will you do that for me?"
"I ought to tell them what a tramp you are," he snorted, "but okay, I'll do it your way."
Once more I found myself in my room waiting for a happy event. Even though it was far from certain that Jerry would fall victim to my allures, I allowed myself the luxury of imagining how it would be with him. I had seen him play football and in that game his technique was one of applying brute force in strategic places, which was just how I liked my men to play. But even with those anticipated thrills warming me I couldn't dispel the anxiety that surrounded this venture. What if he refused me? Then he would know I liked sex and he would guard me all the more jealously. This was an all-or-nothing deal and I much preferred to have a few loopholes in my situations.
I covered my nakedness with a single sheet when I heard him knock on the door and smoothed it down over the contours, especially between my legs. He came in wearing his striped pajamas, the top buttoned up high, the bottom held in place with a cord. Jerry was decent even when he was asleep! The only trouble with old-fashioned pajamas was that the fly was designed by a woman who didn't know that cocks dangled. With every step that split in the material widened and narrowed, revealing a shaded area that fascinated me. As he rounded the corner of my bed a beam of light fell on that shady patch and for a second I glimpsed his brown cock, thick and heavy-looking. I'd get that big sausage of his into my mouth if I had to orally rape him!
"Now then," he said, sitting on the side of my bed, "what was going on between you and that skinny runt?"
"Nothing," I shrugged, doing my best to keep an eye on the crotch of his pajamas in case that big dong made a return appearance. "It was just like I told you, he was helping me find my ring."
"That'd better be the truth," Jerry said threateningly, "or I'll crush his head the next time I lay eyes on him. You tell me if any guy says the wrong thing to you, I'll take care of him."
"There's something in this that I don't understand," I said in a calm voice, "and that is: Why are you so concerned with my virginity? After all, I may no longer have it."
He turned bright red at that. "What?" he yelled, turning to me, his big hands clenching into awesome fists. "Say that again!"
"Ssshhh!" I cautioned. "There are people sleeping in this house. Just control yourself. I'm no longer a virgin and the guy who did it could bend you into a pretzel. You'll just have to learn to live with that, Jerry."
For an instant I thought he'd murder me. He glared at me the way a bull regards a red cape and his breathing came in hot snorts. But slowly he managed to subdue his temper and then he looked rather forlorn. "How did it happen?" he asked in a normal tone of voice. "Did you want it to happen?"
"I sure did." During his fit of anger his big cock had slipped out of his pajama pants and now was on full display. I hadn't seen a dick that size before! Soft as it was, I guessed it to be close to six inches. What would happen if it expanded? To make sure he wouldn't become aware of his exposure, I shaded my eyes as if against the light but actually to hide my eyes from him. An all-day sucker if I'd ever seen one. And with his brute strength ... it made me shiver just to think of it! That fat, knotted knob, the stem that was as thick as a boy's arm, all that manhood jamming into my tight pussy, it would just destroy me! In the ensuing silence I measured it with my eyes, tasted it, felt it, squeezed it, in my mind, and my pussy ran over in its witless ecstasy. All that juice had to be staining the sheet where it was tucked into my flesh but that suited my purposes to a T. Let him see me for what I was! Perhaps it would give him a few good ideas.
"I don't believe it," he muttered finally. His big head hung low as he tried to resign himself to my fallen condition. "Why would you want to go and do a thing like that? Haven't we all tried to do the best for you?"
"It's not that," I said, unable to keep the quaver of excitement out of my voice. "I'm a woman, Jerry, and women have desires, too. The only difference is that you get erect and I get wet. Don't you understand that yet?"
"Don't talk like that!" As he said it he caught sight of his exposed cock and hastily tucked it back inside. Now he was blushing out of embarrassment instead of anger, and my heart went out to him. The vulnerable side of him attracted me as much as the gorilla side. I wanted to take him into my arms and cuddle him, and then fuck and suck him into oblivion! "You shouldn't say things like that," he repeated.
"Did you want my virginity, Jerry?" I asked softly. That was the trump card, and I half expected another explosion. To my surprise, he fixed me with a doleful stare and nodded.
"It's crazy," he said. "I guess there's something wrong with me, but no girl seems as beautiful to me as you are. I date them but they don't do anything for me. Perhaps I ought to see a shrink."
"Or perhaps you should give in to your desires," I suggested.
"No, no, that'd be wrong." That dogmatic note was back in his voice. He wasn't going to be an easy mark. There was no point in telling him now this whole family had dipped into incest at one time or another, in one way or another. At this stage he was likely to run amuck if he learned the truth. I kept quiet and waited for him to sort his own mind out. "I don't go for that. Some things are good and some things are bad, and incest is bad. That much I know for sure."
"That might be an ironclad idea," I said, decisively throwing the sheet off my body, "but it has feet of clay. Look at me, Jerry. Don't you want me? I want you! God, do I want you! Here I am, yours for the taking!"
He turned his gaze toward me cautiously, as if afraid it would burn his eyes to see me naked. Once they alighted on me, however, they moved over every part of me very slowly, flickering with lust. He wanted me all right, but he was afraid of something. If he'd been outraged by my brazenness he would have long left the room.
"No," he said dully, "I can't do it. I'd never be able to face myself again." And still he remained at the foot of my bed, his eyes peering into the crack of my pussy as if he wanted to tunnel his way into me. He wanted me but he couldn't face me. That was easily fixed. I turned over on my stomach and presented my ass to him, legs well apart to keep his eyes focused. At first I wriggled about a bit to get him horny but then I realized it confronted him to have me try to seduce him. So I lay perfectly still and listened to the silence.
Minutes ticked by. Jerry wasn't going anywhere. I could feel his eyes boring into my pussy and it made the fluid ooze out in abundance. What did it take to get him to move? Or rather, what could I do to get him started? If he wanted me to be inert I'd pretend to go to sleep; that way, if nothing happened, I'd at least get the forty winks that were my due. Having had some practice at this charade previously, I soon had my breathing down to a regular level, and occasionally made little smacking sounds with my lips. I even twitched my body in the way that sleeping people do. In fact, my pretence was so effective that I actually started to doze off!
That was the key to his heart all right. His hand made contact with my foot, timidly at first, gaining courage as I failed to respond. He caressed both my feet, both ankles, and worked his way right up my calves before he stopped to take off his pajamas. I felt tranquil, a warm anticipation mingling with my drowsiness. Now he began to kiss my feet, snuggling into the insteps, sucking at my toes. I hadn't considered my feet as erogenous zones prior to that but it felt awfully nice. He took his time over them, too. Slowly he licked around my ankles and in between my toes, his heavy breathing attesting to his enjoyment of my extremities. But I knew my pussy dominated his vision. Those eyes bored into my moist crack like rapiers, their fine points tantalizing me nearly to death! This was a real test of self-discipline. I had to lie still, like a cat stalking an unwary bird, yet everything in me cried out to join in.
His big hands were locked about my ankles, slowly spreading my legs wider and wider, and still he kept brushing his lips against my feet. I began to snore a little to encourage him. He moved higher, boldly exploring my calves, nuzzling into the backs of my knees, and his hands almost-not quite-touched the hairs of my cunt. I could sense the proximity and felt my labia pulsing with powerful needs. Why didn't he just grab me and fuck me? But that wasn't his way. Ever so slowly he made his way up the inside of my thighs, savoring every square inch of flesh separating his mouth from my anxious snatch. He had my legs as far apart as they could go and I could just imagine the sight down there-my cunt all pink and moist, pried open like an oyster with tiny pearls of juice just waiting to adorn his tongue. Only inches to go. I snored louder to let him know he was getting away with his stealthy rape.
At last I felt the tip of his tongue flick at the tender flesh between my pussy lips, and at once a shuddering thrill ran through me. Jerry paused a moment, probably alarmed, so I smacked my lips, sighed, and turned over on my back. Of course I took care to keep my legs open, but my eyes were shut and one arm rested over my face to shield me from the light. Convinced that I wasn't awake, he pressed his lips against my labia and wormed his tongue deep into my yawning hole. As if that wasn't enough, his cock happened to brush against my leg and the size of it nearly made me sit up in astonishment. No one was that big! But when I peered out from under my arm I saw that it was true, true, true!
He stopped and reached up over my head. A flash of panic hit me: Had he seen me looking? No, he was just turning off the light. Jerry had his problems but I was willing to go along with them. Besides, his plan suited me fine. He wanted his dick sucked but he didn't want to see me doing it. His knob bumped into my face just as he returned his mouth to my cunt, and in abject gratitude I opened wide and tried to take all of him inside. That was impossible. His knob slid in between my lips and got stuck there. I thought he'd give me lockjaw but I soon discovered the flexibility of the body. By licking and wetting his glans thoroughly I managed to get another inch in, and then another-and then, when he sucked my whole cunt into his mouth, two more inches sank down my throat due to sheer abandon!
He ate me and I ate him, both of us working more and more of the other into our faces and losing ourselves in the process. Where other men vibrated, Jerry throbbed, great pulses of lust that made my eyeballs spin about in their sockets. And where other men licked, Jerry feasted! He sucked my cunt up against his teeth, released it, stuck his tongue up into it, and then sucked it back in, each suck devastating me more. He was in love with my cunt and I loved him for it. But I could only concentrate on my nether pleasures for moments, in between coping with his great dong. Even though I was stuffed with it, I hungered for more, licking and sucking, moving my head back and forth to get it in there, packing more meat into my mouth than I thought would fit into my cunt. And when I had reached the absolute limit of my intake, Jerry's powerful stomach tightened and he thrust the rest into my mouth.
I had to suck up the air through my nostrils to keep alive and my mind was doing loop-the-loops in its panic, but it was worth it. His balls were draped against my chin and his heavy pubic bush smothered me, surrounding me on all sides with the feel and smells of his masculinity. And that greedy mouth of his kept chewing into my cunt, stimulating all its parts at once to set up huge waves of ecstasy that formed whirlpools in my belly and sucked me under many times for new kinds of climaxes. I would have been happy to remain impaled that way for the rest of the night, only big brother had more ideas. His cock pulled out from its warm, wet confines slowly, leaving me with a void that couldn't be filled. Then, placing his strong, heavy body on top of mine, he directed his mighty weapon at my quailing pussy and pressed his attack home, all the way.
My mouth was bigger than my cunt. Searing flashes of pain erupted as he stretched my flesh to its limits and beyond. It felt like a donkey had mounted me! I hugged him in desperation and, buried my face in his neck for fear I might scream. He was a total lover, overwhelming, overslung, and certainly oversexed. The moment his glans pried my cunt lips apart I knew I was in for the pounding of a lifetime.
I got ready for the ride by wrapping my legs around his waist and resting my hands on his ass. Slowly the great piston worked its way in and out of my pussy, probing deeper every time. Already the itch was getting scratched and responded by purring. That thick knob of his drove right up to the end of the tunnel and still there was more to come. "Oh, Jerry," I whispered, kissing him and squeezing his muscular buttocks, "you're too big, too big!"
"Shut up," he muttered, intent only on shoving his meat into my body. It was pure pain to accommodate him but the line that separates pain from pleasure no longer existed. They mixed like water and water, to the point at which his breaking my nose would have made me come like a cannon. The weight of his body crushed me and the tart, stifling odor of his armpits took my breath away; but I loved it, I loved it! I began to breathe his smell in, savoring it for what it was, the scent of an animal in heat. And the weight of his body became a giant's caress that made my tits sing with pleasure and my cunt open up wider in deference to all that potency. Then he withdrew his cock all the way and slammed it back up me, providing me with the kind of pain that's usually reserved for childbirth. I came. I came again, again, and then it all turned into itself for a climax of royal proportions. I pressed my mouth hard against his flesh to muffle the screams that were welling up deep in my belly.
Jerry fucked us both to a standstill. He couldn't come, for some reason. It occurred to me later, when he lay beside me sweating and catching his breath, that he might well be worried about getting me pregnant. Since no man deserved to blow more than my oldest brother that night, I decided to make the supreme sacrifice for him. In the dark I reached down to my pussy and began to spread my fluids down further, massaging them into my asshole and rotating my finger in it at the same time. It was a pleasant feeling, very relaxing, and I kept at it until my asshole was wide open. Then, seizing his hard, oily dick, I squatted over him and gingerly brought his knob up to that tiny puckered hole in my rear. Of course it was impetuous to try this when my pussy had barely been able to contain so much manliness, but I remembered the wild thrills Will had given me from back there on the wreck and that spurred me on to at least try it.
He realized what I was doing soon enough when the nervous ring of muscle closed about his knob. It must have been like a tight elastic band for him because he was like a telephone pole to me. But I persevered, carefully riding down over it, taking it piece by piece. When his glans was firmly trapped inside I let go of his cock and spread my cheeks out as far as they would go, bending over his prostrate body and almost sobbing with pain. No, no, it couldn't be done! My ass burned and stretched, my flesh straining under the effort of encompassing so much cock. It wasn't possible! And yet more of his dick squashed inside me.
"Oooohhh" I heard him groan. "Jesus Christ! That feels great! A little more, just a bit, that's the way, aaahhhh!" His body began to pitch in now, shoving his dick up my ass with tense, jerky movements just when I wanted a break to adjust to the situation. I couldn't breathe! His dick seemed to have pushed my spinal cord out of position and I was limp all over, supported only by his ingression of meat. Jerry worked at it until all of him was up there and I thought I'd faint. But it was in! From that point on it could only get better.
He grabbed me around the waist and twisted me around in a half circle. Inside me his cock chafed against sensitive areas, setting off tiny explosions of furious pain and pleasure. I let him manipulate me like a ragdoll, too preoccupied with the conflict of emotions taking place back there. When he had me facing away from him, he drew his legs back and lifted himself until we were both on all fours. One powerful arm supported me under my belly, the other came around my tits and completed the bind. Now I couldn't get away. I just had to enjoy it.
The sparce lubricant of my anal canal formed a film about his cock and my sphincters had either given up or had been distended beyond the range of their elasticity. I didn't care. The pain left and once more that violent, purging pleasure of ass fucking swept through my body. Tiny moans filled the room. Jerry's heavy, labored breathing mingled with it. And that big dick pumped in and out of my ass, no longer cautious but fucking it as though it were a cunt. What a difference this made! He sounded strangled, at the height of his enjoyment, and he couldn't keep a beat for the world. His dick poked into me hard, soft, sideways, upward, and I felt shudders course through his body as though he had a fever. I was done in a matter of seconds. The moment his cock had invaded my ass in full I had had to surrender. Whatever else he gave me was a bonus, ecstasies melting into one another.
I wanted him to blow, to fill me up with his essence, I wanted to hear him cry out in helpless bliss! It was hard to believe that this was the same man who had guarded my morality with inquisitional ardor for so long. Jerry, clean-cut, a good son to his mother, the squarest man in college, now whimpering like a puppy behind me as my tight asshole took its toll of his virility. Not long to go. His stroking became even more erratic, unpredictable, faster too, and the bear hug in which he held me became a strait jacket! I could feel his muscles tensing as if he had a body cramp, and then, with a last volley of quick stabs, he let go! A flood of wet warmth rushed up my ass, filled it, and ebbed back to drip out about his cock. That did it. We both cried out in jubilation and collapsed on the bed. More spurts of cream splashed into my inner sanctum but we were both out of reach, afloat in space.
CHAPTER NINE
I didn't see Jerry for the next couple of days. When I got to breakfast he'd already left the house and after school I found no one waiting for me by the gate. He stayed out at football practice or whatever, came home after midnight, and was gone again at the crack of dawn. That worried me. No doubt he was filled with guilt, and I could have easily made him feel better. Still, he was a strong man and I felt sure he'd work it out somehow.
What worried me more was Burt. He had apparently accepted Judy's story about going on an excursion, and he told me how he was looking forward to her return so they'd be able to take up where they'd left off. I hadn't the heart to tell him the real situation, nor could I find a girl to take her place. There was nothing for it but to await the showdown. Will, luckily, had met a girl whom he really liked, and that took some pressure off me. As for Mom and Mason, they were fucking up a storm every day that Dad was out of the way.
I was, for the first time in my life, free. If I'd wanted to I could have spent the night with Al, Mr. Harris, or Mr. Ross, and no one would have said anything about it. But for some reason I hung back. Well, with Al it wasn't really a matter of choice. He was terrified of Jerry and refused to come near me. And with Mr. Harris I wasn't just reluctant, I didn't want to know him! Mr. Ross, on the other hand, continued to tempt me. Why didn't I go with him? It was for two reasons: the itch no longer bothered me, and being free to do what I wanted made it all less urgent. He was there, I was here, and anytime I wanted him to lay me all I had to do was whistle. Besides, final exams were getting closer. I wanted to graduate, if only to be able to strike out into the world. My parents wanted me to go on to college, of course, but that could come later.
So I gave my pussy a rest for a couple of days and let my asshole convalesce. The diary suffered for it, of course. There was nothing to add to all those torrid adventures except some confused ruminations about life, sex, and sex.
Dad came home Saturday morning, looking tanned and invigorated. A little while later the phone rang and Judy spoke to Burt, asking if she could come over. He was on cloud nine but I crossed my fingers. Mom had taken Dad aside and they were talking so none of us could hear. As if there wasn't enough tension in the house, Jerry chose this moment to reappear. We looked at each other for a moment, both wondering what to say. But then he winked at me and walked on as if nothing had happened between us. Obviously he had sorted the whole thing out in his head.
"Well, it's about time we came out with it!" I heard Mom tell Dad. He tried to shush her but she went right on: "No, don't try to muffle me, I mean it! What are we anyway, kids? Perhaps it gives you pleasure to play these secret little games, but I say it's time we brought our dirty linen out into the open and aired it."
"Don't talk like that," he said, "not in front of the children. It'll only disillusion them."
"You're out of touch," Mom said sharply. While you've been chasing little girls your children have grown up. I wouldn't be surprised if Wanda is more sexually mature than you are."
"Don't be stupid. She's just a little girl."
"She's as old as Judy." Fortunately Burt was out of the room, but I was all ears. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," Mom went on, "taking Burt's girlfriend away from him for your own pleasures. Now she's coming over here, and what for? To tell him she likes you better? How's that going to affect him?"
"I know, I know." Dad shook his head and gazed out of the window. "I didn't want it to happen, it just did. The boy has to know the truth sooner or later."
"Well, I'll tell you what," said Mom, "I'm not going to put up with -this sneaking around anymore. You might as well know that Mason and I have been sleeping together for a long time, that your daughter is far from being a virgin, and that your kids are as wise as you are. For my part, I'm willing to live and let live. If you want to bring your girls home, that's fine, just let us do what we want to do."
That stunned him. He stared at her, then at me, tried to speak, failed, and finally resorted to lighting a cigarette. "I don't believe any of that," he said at last. "My little girl... and you and Mason... no, that's not possible."
"Believe it or not, that's how it is."
"It's all my fault," he muttered, "I'm to blame for neglecting my family and my wife. How can you ever forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive," Mom told him briskly. "You're the only one here with a bad conscience." So saying, she stood up and walked out. Dad looked crushed. He slumped in his chair and drew on his cigarette as if it were his last. I felt sorry for him. Letting one cat out of the bag at a time would have been the more decent way of handling this situation, but Mom had let them all bolt. I went over to him and perched on the armrest of his chair, placing my arm over his shoulder and hugging him softly.
We sat like that for quite a while. Eventually he looked up at me and said, "You're the one I'm most worried about. I never wanted you to be brutalized by the outside world. Never!"
"I wasn't, Dad. As a matter-of-fact, it's the best thing that ever happened to me."
"You mean . . . sex was the best thing that ever happened to you? How could you say that? Men use women, you know!"
"So far it seems to have been a fair exchange," I said soothingly, stroking his hair. "But no matter how many men I have, Dad, you'll always be my favorite."
"Will I?" He looked foolishly pleased and then I recalled what Mom had told me-that she suspected Dad had a crush on me.
"Always. You're handsomer, smarter, and a lot sexier than any man I've run across."
"Oh, baby, you don't know how happy that makes me," he said, drawing me toward him to kiss me fondly. It was a short kiss, just a paternal peck, but somehow we didn't know when to stop. The peck turned into a kiss, the kiss turned into an expression of desire, and then went on to become an act of pure lust! I knew it was crazy even while it was happening but it was too late to stop. I kind of swooned into his arms and ended up on his lap, returning his passionate kiss with equal ardor. Under me his cock sprang into life, long and hard, throbbing against my pussy through our clothing with all the vitality of a vibrator. And then his hand touched my knee, caressed it briefly, and slid along the inside of my thigh until it reached my panties. I wanted him with all my heart and the fact that we were sitting in the kitchen in full view of anyone who might come downstairs only made it more exciting for me.
"Daddy, Daddy," I murmured, kissing his face at random, "I've always wanted this to happen. Make love to me, please!"
"I will, baby, I will," he whispered, and his fingers slipped down into my panties and began to titillate my pussy expertly. While he rubbed me the right way we continued to kiss fiercely, licking and sucking at each other like cannibals. He held my cunt with his whole hand, one finger deep inside my moist cavity, and squeezed it in a way that made me tremble with desire. I hadn't thought much about making love with my father until then, but now everything burst loose. How many secret fantasies had haunted my dreams? The passion I experienced wasn't without its past, it had to have been building up for years. I moved my ass over his dick shamelessly and rested one foot on the table to give him free access to my cunt, aching for stronger pleasures. He managed to get my panties off with the minimum of cooperation from me, and when they were out of the way he lifted my legs so that they came to rest on his shoulders, my crotch just inches from his face.
I rested back on the table and shuffled closer. Daddy took hold of my ass and brought me up to his mouth the way Orientals bring their bowls up close before they eat. Then, with his tongue poking out of his wide open mouth, he began to give me the licking of my life! Here was a man who'd burrowed into more pussies than he could remember, who had loved women with his tongue alone! What Jerry achieved with his fat nine-inch cock, what Al had done through sheer doggedness, what Will had done to me with the ocean and violence, Daddy did orally. He had a way of isolating my clitoris and sucking it back in between his teeth that made it hum with pleasure and send signals all through my body to activate every pocket of erotic delight secreted there. I writhed about in my uncomfortable position, ever eager to shove more of my cunt into his clever mouth, bucking and moaning, the slave of his passion, and when I came I just about drowned him and suffocated him in the one hit!
But it wasn't the first time a woman had lost her head over his tongue. Daddy gave me just enough time to recover, then started again. This time his tongue concentrated on my cunt hole, licking all around it, dipping in and out, making like a nervous little dick, and sucking all my flesh deep into his mouth, everything done with immaculate timing. Cups crashed to the floor as I thrashed about on the table, and I feebly tried to take off the rest of my clothes. That project had to be abandoned. Great orgasmic rushes caused something of an earthquake in my body, turning me into a gibbering, crying, helpless wreck. "Oh Daddy!" I squealed. "Daddy, Daddy, Don't stop! I love it, I love it. Oh my God, yessssssss, eat meeeeeeee!"
He needed no encouragement. My pussy felt as though it had been turned inside out. Vaguely I noted that there were other people in the room and that they were doing or saying something. Neither of us troubled to check it out. He sucked my cunt until it was time to pass on to the next phase, at which point he picked me up, took off my clothes, undid his fly, and revealed a monumental cock, upon which I hurried to perch. It sank into me like the part that had been missing all my life, the one I'd been searching for. I wrapped my arms about his neck and clung to him for dear life while that block of meat settled into place. Even before his glans touched the very bottom of my cunt a mighty climax burst loose in me and when I came out of that dive I found my teeth embedded in his neck. He didn't even notice. All he cared about was working his dick into me with sharp, powerful thrusts.
While I was lucid I looked over his shoulder and found the family engaged in an orgy! At first I thought I was hallucinating, but no-they were there, large as life! Mom and Mason were on the couch, fucking hammer-and-tongs; behind them was Will, cock in hand, masturbating to beat the band; and on the floor not far away, Burt was plowing into Judy with hereditary skill. Jerry was the only one who seemed left out. He stood at the door, frozen in a ridiculous attitude, mouth slack, eyes wide open, as if it was all too much for him. It couldn't have helped when Mom turned to Will and invited him to bring up the rear-her rear, to be exact.
I watched, fascinated, as Will lay down behind her and tried to insert his cock up her ass. There wasn't enough room so the other two got down on the carpet, lying on their sides to make it easy for him. Pretty soon Mom lay sandwiched between her boys, getting it from front and back, and her cries of earthy passion told me exactly how much she liked to be at the center of attention. Jerry hadn't budged. He stared at us, at Mom and the boys, at his youngest brother fucking the living daylights out of the pretty little redhead, and I really thought he'd go insane. At last he sank down in a chair and restlessly rubbed his crotch. It seemed he was getting into the party spirit.
I told Dad to take a look. He half turned in his chair and cast a glance at the assembly over his shoulder, then abruptly twisted all the way around, carrying me with him. "I don't believe it!" he muttered. "Pinch me, Wanda."
I responded by contracting my cunt muscles and that snapped him out of it. Still watching, he resumed his fuck, giving his dick an extra lift at every upthrust. Now that he was used to the idea it seemed to inspire him to greater heights, because within minutes he had everything swimming before my eyes again. Dad had to get a closer look. He picked me up and, without breaking his excruciating beat, he walked over and peered down at his wife, his kids, and his former girlfriend, shaking his head and stowing it into me for all he was worth. When he was satisfied that it was all true he laid me out on the recently vacated couch and did me over in the missionary position.
In between racing up to the peaks of ecstasy I managed to keep a close eye on the proceedings. Will had the tightest hole of them all and was first to finish. Mom, ever mindful of her children, called over to Jerry to fill the vacancy. And Jerry, still in a daze, dropped his pants and brought his formidable weapon over. This would be good, I thought as I watched Mom's eyes widen at the sight of her oldest boy's growth. Sure enough, when he shoved it up her she let out a scream that made everyone stop and look. Even with Will's sperm streaming out of her it was a task to fit all of Jerry in. But once he was settled she could hardly concentrate on anything else. Mason was reduced to an accessory, for once. Not that he minded. While Jerry fucked her ass he plugged away stolidly at her cunt, waiting for his time to come again. He even winked at me when he caught me looking at him.
Dad surprised me by blowing his wad while I was off guard. It was like having Reddy-Whip can inserted up my box with the nozzle turned to full blast! A great dollop of cream filled me and, since I hadn't been prepared for it, threw me off balance to leave me floundering in the morass of dense emotions. But he kept on moving his cock around in my flooded pussy, kissing me ardently until we both wore down.
"Come over here, Jack" my mother said. She looked up out of her laboring lovers' embraces and opened her mouth wide as if to invite him to fill her other orifice. Dad looked shy for a moment but he didn't dare refuse her. Mason moved back out of the way to let him in and Dad sat on his knees and bent over to dangle his wet cock over his wife's mouth. Mom wrapped her arms around his waist and used him to lift herself up until all of his cock disappeared between her lips. I saw them move around it, masturbating him back into erectness in a surprisingly short time. But the atmosphere was so supercharged with sex that he would have gotten hard even without that kind of stimulation. It was nice to sit there, completely satisfied, watching the rest of my family fucking and making out. We had never been closer than we were at that moment.
Grunts resounded through the room. First it was Burt, shooting his load into Judy's auburn cunt. Then Jerry came up Mom's ass and Mason followed suit. As soon as they were done Dad pushed them away from his wife, rolled her over on her back, and mounted her with a look of grim determination in his eyes. I held my breath as he shoved his cock up her-would they make it? I hoped so, I really did. If Mom was to be believed, this was the first time in years that he'd wanted to make love to her, and I had no reason to disbelieve her.
They looked like two old dancing partners having a reunion. All of us gathered around and watched them harmonize. Dad knew precisely what Mom wanted and when, adjusting the angle of entry, his speed, and his caresses in accordance with the funny little sounds she produced. Distended and creamy as her cunt was, she managed to make it work for him. I guessed she knew how to control her vaginal muscles by this time. Dad certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. He threw the full weight of his body into every thrust, and held the cheeks of her big ass in both hands. I lived it with her, experiencing her every climax, her every thrill, the moment she had them. The only problem was that I wasn't getting it!
My brothers understood that problem. Jerry took me on his lap and pushed his cock up my pussy, Will occupied my ass, and Mason got up on the couch behind Jerry and leaned on his shoulders to feed me his long, limp cock. I did my best for all of them but my ears were attuned to the sounds coming from my parents. Mom's cries were strong and ecstatic, Dad's groans were at an equal pitch, and the more they fucked the more pleasure I got from my brothers. Stuffed full of cock from all sides, surrounded by love, I felt myself coming to a cosmic climax, the kind I'd had a taste of in the past but never expected to have.
That was the end of me. My brothers continued to fuck me but I couldn't respond. Mason's dick fell out of my mouth as I slumped forward into Jerry, and from there on I bobbed about on his lap as helpless as a doll while they took their pleasure out on me. Mason took over where Will left off but I was glad when they were all done. Enough, axiomatically, is enough.
It was a different family that came down for dinner that evening. We were all glowing somehow and every look carried a special significance. Even Judy, not actually a part of the Fuller clan, was included in this tightly drawn circle. Dad quipped at one point in the evening that he was going to take out adoption papers for her. All of us thought that was a good idea. She sat close to Burt, now that she had deciphered the various allegiances, and Mom and Dad sat close to each other. We had done what every family secretly wishes it could do, and in doing it we had passed an awesome obstacle in human relations.
Of course I realized that the evening was in itself a climax, one that could never be recaptured. And as the weeks went by the thrill faded perceptibly. We all began to look to the outside world once more for our satisfaction, and the family binges that had occupied us for a good deal of the time after that fateful Saturday subsided. Only Mom and Dad grew closer. She confided in me that now that Dad had satisfied his inmost desires (namely me), he was able to concentrate on his spouse much more.
As for me ... well, I gave Mr. Ross a tumble and he turned out to be quite mediocre. Rumor had it that he liked the girls at the school best because they didn't know anything. And for an experienced woman like me he had nothing new to offer. I tried a few of the other teachers, a couple of the students, with mixed results. By the time graduation rolled around the itch was back. It didn't worry me, though. Out there was a great big world filled with lovers of all kinds. And that was where I was headed, right into the thick of it!
