The controversial subject of incest is generally ignored in literature. It is rare to find an informed or honest treatment of the phenomenon even in scientific or psychological writings. It is still a mysterious aspect of human sexuality, despite the advances made in our society.
Incest, the practice of sexual relations between blood relatives, is a mode of sexuality that can be traced back to the beginnings of recorded history. It has been found in every society and in every century, though its prevalence may vary greatly. However, incest has been morally condemned in most societies, preventing objective examination of its origin and nature.
Today there is a need for further research and discussion of this universal form of eroticism. Enlightened psychologists encourage us to rethink our opposition to incestuous love, to think of it as a variety of sex rather than a perversion.
The following novel describes a modern family who has dared to express their love in sexual terms. Its protagonist, Jennifer Rochelle, begins by fearing and hating her parents, brother and sister, shocked when she learns at the age of fourteen that they have been making love to one another.
Shocked by her discovery, Jennifer attempts to escape her family and herself. She seeks a lover who will satisfy her and remove incestuous desires from her confused adolescent mind. But Jennifer finds that she cannot fight the sexual attraction she feels first for her brother and then her parents.
She oscillates between family and boyfriend, but eventually discovers that she is unable to resist the advances of her brother Tom, a longtime confidante who has returned home after the dissolution of his marriage. Despite the guilt she feels in participating in an incestuous relationship, Jennifer finds it satisfying beyond her wildest fantasies.
During the next two weeks, Jennifer confronts each of her relatives, hoping to learn more about herself as she learns about her family's sexuality. At the end, her confusion lifts. She has confronted incest, confronted herself, and learned to live with her family's unique form of love.
This treatment of incest, though unorthodox, will help expand the consciousness of the mature adult reader. True to life, each reader will find something of himself in the different characters. In the process, he may learn a great deal about the always fascinating topic of incest.
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Chapter One
Jennifer Rochelle entered her uncle's bedroom shortly before midnight. Although she had gone through an agony of indecision for two full days, she found herself calm and self-assured. She had made her decision, and now, two weeks past her fourteenth birthday, was ready to divest herself of her virginity.
Closing the door quietly behind her, the slender blonde girl walked through pitch darkness until she had reached the foot of Uncle Joe's bed. She heard nothing but the older man's breathing, a series of shallow and regular noises as of a man asleep, but she knew that her uncle was as awake as herself.
Clad only in a thin summer nightgown, Rochelle parked herself on the edge of the mattress and tapped her uncle lightly on the shoulder. The curtain blew far out from the bedside casement window and the strong breeze caused Jennifer to shudder slightly as her father's brother slowly rose to a sitting position.
"Get under the covers," Joe Rochelle told his niece. "You're trembling with cold, or is it just nerves? If you're scared, we can wait, honey. I told you that yesterday."
"I'm ready," Jennifer answered with determination. "I couldn't stand the suspense ... not for another day."
As she slipped under the single cotton blanket, Jennifer felt her eyes getting used to the darkness. She could see that Joe was naked, his body white under a narrow band of moonlight. But she felt more naked than her uncle, more naked and vulnerable than she had ever felt before.
Joe helped her out of the nightgown, bunching the fabric in his large meaty hands and then slipping it slowly over the young girl's shoulders. He had seen Jennifer naked before but never at such close range, and in any case the girl had lately become more ripe and tempting and feminine with each passing day, a temptation he would no longer have to resist.
He examined Jennifer closely, running an avid glance from her streaming blonde hair to her dimpled shoulders and from there to a set of ripe budding tits, jutting precariously out from a slender torso. Those firm, small pink-nippled tits were enough to put evil thoughts into a virile man's mind.
Her waist was slender, her hips narrow, and her cunt barely covered with a sparse growth of silken platinum pubic tresses. Her skin was the same color over every inch of her body, pale and glowing with adolescent health. Her cobalt blue eyes and moist slightly thick lips gleamed toward him through the darkness.
Joe took the girl into his arms, holding Jennifer tight against his thick muscular torso and letting heat diffuse from his body to hers. He could feel her nipples tighten against his chest hair and a moment later could feel his prick starting to swell with lust, before he had even kissed the young beauty.
Jennifer, who was not quite as innocent and inexperienced as her uncle thought, tilted her head up until her lips were only an inch or two from Joe's mustached mouth. She was getting nervous again, scared of what she knew was going to happen to her. It was best to get it over with quickly, plunge into physical action and thus obliterate her fears and anxieties.
Joe took her cue quickly enough, craning his neck downward and then pressing his lips to the girl's surprisingly ripe and voluptuous mouth. At first her lips were closed but a subtle pressure from the tip of Joe's tongue was enough to part them, so that he could smell and taste her fresh and spicy breath.
Joe plunged his tongue between those tempting lips, scraping it briefly against the edges of Jennifer's regular white teeth. He touched his niece's tongue and then their saliva mixed. Jennifer squirmed involuntarily in his arms and then caught her breath, gagging from the pressure of his invading tongue.
In another moment she had got used to her uncle's kiss, to the point where it was at least as enjoyable as disconcerting. He was far more gentle than her boyfriend had been, much stronger and calmer and more sure of himself. She wasn't afraid of Joe, since he was her uncle and had always loved and cared for her.
She felt his arms tightening around her back, just as Joe's tongue plunged deeper into her mouth. His body was very warm and already beginning to sweat. It emitted a strong, masculine, animal odor that made it difficult for her to breath as Jennifer began her introduction to the world of adult sexuality.
Jennifer was soon borne downward by the force of her uncle's heavy torso until she was flat on her back on the soft mattress. Joe loomed above her, his breath hot against her cheeks and neck, hot upon her breasts and contracting nipples. He was going to kiss her there, just as she wanted.
His tongue circled one pink nipple and then brushed broadly over the tender pad of flesh, sending a warm electric current through Jennifer's nubile body. It felt so good to be kissed like that, to feel herself coming to life under her uncle's tender ministrations. She could have taken that forever, just lying there and feeling the man's tongue moisten and stimulate her tits and nipples.
Then Joe increased the pressure, sucking hard, taking one nipple all the way into his hungry mouth. His prick was burning now, standing out stiff under his torso and occasionally slapping up against him. But he had to go slowly, couldn't think about fucking the girl for a good long time yet.
He ran his hands down Jennifer's body, tracing each slender curve and marveling at her slender perfection. Every muscle in her body was sculptured smooth and firm, seemed to be bursting with life, she was lithe like a kitten, ticklish and jittery under him. It was enough to make a man come on the spot.
Joe's large right hand traveled over the girl's thighs, disturbing the fine blonde down on their taut surface. A moment later he had grabbed her plump young mound, covering it completely with his fingers and palm. She was wet already, her pubic hair moist and redolent with unfolding sensuality.
For a brief moment Jennifer thought about her parents, separated from her only by the thickness of a single wall. It was their own fault that she was getting laid so young. All their teasing, all the times they'd poked fun at her prudish innocence had aroused her curiosity, had caused Jennifer to decide that it was time to experience the frightening realm of sex.
And now she really was experiencing it, for Joe had slowly and carefully parted her labia. Two inches of his forefinger had penetrated Jennifer's virgin cunt and she could feel herself starting to react. The finger was hot and hard, caressing her moist pussy walls in a way that commanded her total attention.
Jennifer's head relaxed onto the pillow as her uncle's finger drove deeper into her pussy. Her slender thighs were parted wide now and she could feel a huge, clenched shaft of muscle pressing against them. But that was in the background, hardly noticeable compared to the ravaging sensations in her cunt.
Joe's finger slid in and out slowly and lazily as he aroused his gorgeous young niece. Dripping wet already but tight as a drum, he thought to himself. How was he going to get into that narrow little aperture without tearing her apart, causing her to scream loud enough to wake the hole neighborhood.
Rotating his thick index finger, Joe widened Jennifer from within, stretching her elastic young pussy walls and working his way in a little deeper. The girl smelled unbelievably good, too good to stay away from. He might as well get his tongue into that little honey pot before fucking the girl.
Jennifer squirmed under her uncle as the man's finger touched her clitoris. Suddenly her sensations were sharpened, localized, no longer dreamy and vague. Her pussy was hot and melting with desire. Feeling his finger slipping away was almost enough to make her cry out and beg for its immediate return.
But then she felt her uncle changing position, sliding his huge body downward. His head lowered down to her cunt and then his tongue, the same warm organ that had aroused her mouth and breasts, was touching her labia, sliding up and down the narrow passage of her moist virgin cunt.
Joe thickened his tongue into a blunt cylinder and then pushed it directly into Jennifer's vulva. Rewarded with a mouthful of sweet, warm pussy juice, he darted in and out of the tight crevice. His hands gripped Jennifer's hips, as if he were afraid that the girl would escape his embrace.
It was the farthest thought from Jennifer's mind. As good as Joe's fingers had felt inside her pussy, his tongue was a thousand times better. It seemed to penetrate all the way into her, dissolving the last of her resistance, sending her floating on a cloud of hot, ever-mounting passion.
His tongue slid from Jennifer's pussy only long enough to locate the girl's clitty again. The tiny pink organ had already begun to protrude from behind its protective hood. Pointed and reddening, it fit neatly under his tongue, bending easily to either side under his impassioned assault. She would be ready soon, as ready as a girl of fourteen could possibly be.
Joe continued to tongue his niece's erect clitoris, delighting in the power he could wield over the young sexpot. He had watched her grow up, had seen her thin body ripen, breasts and buttocks swelling to voluptuousness. And now she was his, naked and helpless under him. It made Joe feel younger, stronger, larger and more virile, something he could never get from an older woman.
Jennifer squirmed and writhed under his lingual assault. She was no longer ashamed of her bodily reactions but ready now to yield to new sensations. Her worst fear, that sex would be unpleasant, had already gone by the boards. Whatever else happened that night, the start of their lovemaking had been the single best thing in her fourteen years of existence.
The long thick tongue plunged eagerly into her cunt again, delighting Jennifer and causing her to sigh aloud with pleasure. She reached down and placed both palms to the nape of her uncle's neck, wanting his tongue to penetrate her completely. Her cunt was now a hungry and gaping maw, a painful vacuum, an opening that demanded filling with increasing urgency.
Joe took his time about eating out his little blonde-haired niece. Her cunt was a bottomless cistern of thick fragrant fuck juices, filling his mouth and making him salivate. He reached up for her tits, capturing one firm breast and squeezing it until its nipple had turned hard and red and puckered.
All the while, his cock continued to throb with desire. It was time to fuck Jennifer now, to cut out the foreplay and think of his own needs. He could have brought her to orgasm easily enough with his probing, agile tongue but it seemed better for both of them to take care of business without delay.
He pulled his tongue reluctantly from Jennifer's clinging pussy walls and then slid his body upward. Jennifer pressed herself to his chest, knowing that the moment of truth had come. She stared into Joe's eyes and then quickly looked away, puzzled by the lust that had suffused his usually kindly face.
"Here, touch it before I fuck you," Joe whispered, guiding Jennifer's hand down his body. "Don't be scared. You'll get used to it soon and then you'll get to like it."
Jennifer did as she was told, having little choice in the matter. Her uncle's hand was irresistible and in a moment she recoiled as her fingers came into contact with the man's prick. He was hard, seven inches of gnarled penial muscle, and impossibly thick, too thick for her fingers to encircle completely.
But Jennifer overcame her fears quickly. Her fingers curled around the stiff cock and then she squeezed it tightly, causing the head to swell further and turn purple as blood pumped toward the tip. And she could tell from her uncle's reaction that he liked what she was doing, was proud and pleased with her.
"That's it, angel," he encouraged Jennifer. "Slide your hand up and down, don't be afraid to do it hard. You like that, don't you? You like having my prick in your little hand."
Jennifer did not answer. Her concentration was riveted to the task at hand, stroking and caressing Joe's cock. Now that she had gotten over the initial shock, Joe did not seem that different from her boyfriend, only a little larger. It felt good to have that mammoth shaft of muscle pulsating in her fingers. She was tempted to bend her head down to it, to shock Joe by blowing him, showing the man what Bobby had taught her the previous week.
Joe forestalled the girl's decision, able to hold his passion in check no longer. He mounted her carefully, balancing his weight on outstretched palms. His shadow hit Jennifer completely but it was easy enough to lower his hips, until his stiff prick had pulled from her hand and come to rest on top of the ripe teenager's dripping-wet blonde pubic mound.
Joe brandished his cock in his right hand and used the left to part Jennifer's labia. He guided himself in as slowly as possible. There was no way not to shock and hurt the girl in taking her cherry, but he would try to make it as pleasant as possible for her, try to minimize the shock of defloration.
The first two inches of his prick fit snugly into the opening of Jennifer's cunt. Her labia stretched tantalizingly around the thick fleshy tube until Joe felt himself coming up against the invisible barrier of her intact maidenhead. He pushed forward, straining Jennifer's tissues and wedging another thick inch of his meat into her overloaded vulva.
"Go slow, please go slow," Jennifer begged her uncle. "It feels so good to have you inside me but you're too big. I don't know if I can take it. Oh, please, don't do that ... stop!!!"
Joe decided to penetrate the girl with a single stroke. He gathered his strength and then lunged forward, bringing his full weight down behind his hips. His stiff prick bent slightly, then shot into the narrow cavity of his niece's twat, filling that luscious orifice to capacity and beyond.
Jennifer inhaled violently, stifling the scream of pain and surprise that had risen to her lips. She was being torn in half by her uncle's rod, impaled on that muscular, unyielding cylinder. She felt him lunge forward once again and then he was on top of her, their bodies touching at every point, his black, wiry pubic hair rubbing against her cunt.
He had entered her completely, Jennifer knew, and smiled despite the pressure that had built up in the deepest recesses of her straining cunt. She felt herself loosening from inside but still he was too big for her. She was paralyzed, pinned to the mattress like a butterfly in a display case, unable to move a muscle around Joe's huge, rapidly pulsing cock.
Joe twisted his hips slowly, keeping his prick inserted full length in Jennifer's pussy. The girl was good and wet with a combination of saliva and pussy juice and he was able to move a little more freely than he'd expected. Jennifer was sobbing softly but seemed to have come back to herself. Evidently she had weathered the storm and now he would make it as good for her as she had been making it for him.
Jennifer sighed fearfully as she felt his cock slipping out of her, knowing that he would shove it right back in again. Her cunt seemed to cleave to the huge burning spear with muscles she had never used before. Her discomfort was receding, replaced by a kind of numbness that was not at all unpleasant.
The second entry of her uncle's prick did not surprise Jennifer. She kept her legs parted wide on both sides of his body and made herself relax as the throbbing tool again moved into the very bottom of her fuck hole. She felt Joe's balls resting on her thighs, as hot as his prick and almost as heavy.
Jennifer looked down at her cunt as Joe started to fuck her, curious about what was happening to her. Her eyes focused on his cock, darker now with a little of her blood. It still seemed inconceivable that he could stuff the huge apparatus into her, but he was doing it and it was starting to feel good.
Soon her muscles were relaxed and Jennifer was able to move. She adjusted the position of her body, wrapping lithe arms around Joe's broad back and then lifting herself slightly, tilting her midsection so that he could get into her more easily. Her cunt was hot again, producing an ample flow of juices, and her nipples were tingling with a new kind of pleasure and passion.
Her legs curled around Joe's hips so that they were glued together again, his prick fully inserted in Jennifer's cunt. She closed her eyes as Joe kissed her again, a brief and reassuring kiss. She opened her eyes for a moment but he was still hard to look at, his masculine lust still alien and threatening.
Joe was breathing hard, zealously refraining from slamming his prick into the girl's hot moist box as he wanted. She was frail and delicate underneath him, a brave little girl whose curiosity was carrying her for the moment. Later, when she was used to fucking, he would be able to do it his way.
At that point, Jennifer made her first attempt to move with her lover and take a more active role in their fuck. Slowly, experimentally, she churned her slim hips and dug her ass deeper into the mattress. To her surprise, the motion caused no further discomfort in her tightly packed pussy, but instead began to rouse the girl toward her first orgasm.
Always lithe and athletic, Jennifer soon turned her physical prowess to good account. It was fun to move under her uncle's weight, to slither and writhe beneath him so that his prick entered her pussy from different angles. And she could tell that she was turning him on along with herself.
"My little sweetheart," Joe whispered. "Keep moving like that, let yourself enjoy it. You've got a beautiful body, a beautiful cunt. Ooooooooh shit, that feels so fucking good."
Jennifer loosened her arms and legs from around Joe's body, allowing her uncle to fuck her more freely and strongly. In the last few moments she had begun to enjoy herself, to feel her body getting hot and urgent. Her passion was incomprehensible but there was no doubt in her mind now that she liked fucking, liked having a thick cock sliding in and out of her box.
Joe cupped his hands under the girl's buttocks, loving the feel of taut muscles under silken smooth skin. She was like a little snake beneath him, moving as if she didn't have a bone in that magnificent young body. He could enter hear easily now, his cock dripping wet with pussy juice, his balls slapping against Jennifer's thighs at the end of each powerful stroke.
The two lovers soon set up a common rhythm. Their bodies gleamed with sweat and the small bedroom filled with the combined odors of male and female emission. Jennifer continued her sexual experiment by tightening her vaginal sphincters around Joe's probing cock, drawing another appreciative sigh from the older man.
"You can do it harder now," she gasped. "I like it when you put it in me hard. Yes, Uncle Joe, fuck me harder. Something's happening to me. I feel like I'm going to explode."
Joe used long, slow, deep strokes to bring his niece to orgasm, knowing that the battle was almost won. The girl's eyes were half-opened, glassy and barely sentient. Her body had flushed with the effort of supporting his weight but she was still moving, still caressing his cock with her inner pussy walls.
It seemed impossible for a girl to be so good in bed on her first try, but Joe was not about to question his good fortune. He gripped Jennifer's ass tightly and then touched her tiny pink asshole with the tip of his index finger as her cheeks spread apart. Blood was coursing powerfully through his thick penile veins but it was imperative that Jennifer come first.
Jennifer stopped moving a moment later, lying flat on the mattress and abandoning herself completely to the feel of her uncle's plunging cock. Each long stroke took her breath away, made every muscle in her body contract almost painfully. Yet she loved it, wanted more. Tension built slowly deep inside her pussy but it seemed to be building toward something, toward some form of release that she had never experienced before.
And then it happened to her, suddenly and without warning. Her pussy was on fire, contracting compulsively around the thick tube of Joe's cock and producing a greater flow of fuck juice. Her nipples tightened against her budding tits and then she felt consciousness slipping away in an access of uncontrolled passion.
"Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME," her voice rose to a strangled crescendo. "Yes, put it in me hard, fuck me with your big prick. OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, yes, yes, that's the way I want it. It hurts but it feels so good. Fuck my cunt, Uncle Joe, stick it into me. AAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII."
As her screams of passion split the calm night air, Jennifer finally found the release she had been seeking. Her cunt contracted three times, producing one stream after another of thick fragrant pussy juice. Her stiff muscles relaxed as she felt eddying waves of passion in every cell of her body.
It seemed to go on forever, each spasm more powerful than its predecessor, until Jennifer thought that she was going to black out. She clung desperately to her uncle's body, digging her fingernails into his back, her breath hot and heavy against his neck. And then, slowly and almost imperceptibly, her passion began to abate despite the constant feel of Joe's probing cock.
Joe smiled at his niece and then kissed her, plunging his tongue deep into her unresisting mouth. Jennifer was obviously shaken by the extent of her passion but the whole experience would be over soon. Already he could feel the come moving up from his balls, swelling his cock to the bursting point.
Jennifer moved with him again, knowing instinctively that her uncle's passion would crest just as hers had done. Her cunt muscles rippled around the thick invading penis, caressing it maddeningly as her hips continued to gyrate beneath him. Suddenly sex had become easy to understand, no mystery at all.
Joe's body humped powerfully above and into her, their sweaty bodies making loud watery noises as they came into contact with greater violence. It seemed as if he would crush her but she was too strong, able to take whatever was dished out to her, proud that she was making her beloved uncle so happy.
Her cunt had stretched to accommodate Joe's seven inches and now she could enjoy his passion. Left with an afterglow from her own climax, Jennifer forgot how tired and sore she was, forgot that she was bruised inside for the moment. If Joe didn't come soon, it seemed likely she would experience a second orgasm.
But then Joe entered her for the last time, shoving his prick in with every ounce of strength. Jennifer locked her legs around his back and then felt a river of semen pouring into her as her uncle finally got his rocks off.
"Jenny, don't move," he cautioned her, his voice blurred and husky. "That's it, let me come inside you. OOOOOHHHHHHH, yes, yes, I'm going to come inside you. I'm going to fill your cunt with come. AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH BLURHH, hold still, I'm coming, COMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNN GGGGGGGG."
Two more bursts of hot frothing come entered Jennifer's cunt as her uncle completed his orgasm. The thick salty fluids soothed her delicate membranes and then poured from the girl's cunt. There was no room inside her for Joe's come. His prick seemed to have swelled larger than ever, so that he could have lifted her from the bed on its blood-engorged head.
Joe let himself go limp inside the girl's still-clinging pussy, hating to admit that the experience was over. Finally, he pulled his prick slowly from the girl's love chute, leaving Jennifer with a strange feeling of emptiness as she felt his come dripping slowly down the length of her shapely thighs.
"Uncle Joe, I'm so scared," Jennifer whispered a moment later. "I mean, we made so much noise that I'm sure Dad heard us. You know how he always stays up late when Mom's away. What are we going to do if he heard us?"
"Don't worry, angel," Joe reassured her, trying not to laugh. "I'll take care of everything, I promise you. But if you're really scared you might as well go back to your room and get some sleep. Go on, put on your robe and get out of here. We can talk things over tomorrow when you're calmer."
Chapter Two
Five minutes later, Jennifer was in her own bed trying to make sense of all that had happened to her in the last week. Physically exhausted and mentally confused, she refused to let herself fall asleep, sitting up against her headboard, her eyes narrowed with concentration as she thought things over.
Sex seemed to have burst upon her all at once and in a confused welter of events and personalities. A year ago she had been a child, her body as slender and formless as that of a boy. But then she had begun to fill out, to attract the boys at school, and of course that had led to dating.
She had never been able to discuss sex with her parents. Jennifer was the youngest of three children, a full eight years younger than her brother. Many times she had thought of herself as an accident, a child who had never truly been wanted, the odd woman out in a family remarkable for its closeness.
Whereas the other family members were light-hearted types, much given to joking and talking, somewhat lazy and irresponsible, she had always been a model child. Her grades in school were good, her behavior with playmates impeccable. She had always been a polite, well-mannered, self-controlled person.
Even in a physical sense she seemed different from the rest of the family. Her mother and brother were both short, fleshy types and her older brother and sister while taller were also rather meaty and muscular. Facially she resembled her mother but her fair hair and pale complexion had always seemed out of place in a family of ruddy redheads.
She had always been bothered by the talk that flowed so freely in her home. At dinner each night she would be subjected to an unending stream of off-color jokes and suggestive puns, as if they were mocking her childish severity and prudishness. Yet with all the talk, nobody, not even her sister Marcia, had ever thought to take her aside and explain the facts of life.
She had learned about that in school and from her friends. The teachers explained nothing, at least nothing that she cared about, and her friends' remarks had often proved inaccurate and disturbing. As she grew older and felt the stirrings of sensuality she became withdrawn and unhappy, wishing that she could somehow secede from an area of life that confused and scared her.
Then Bobby had come into her life. Robert Hartman, one of the best-looking boys in school, had actually asked her for a date. By that time she had built up a reputation at school as an untouchable ice princess, a girl who intended to keep her body to herself, to forego all the pleasures of adolescence.
From the beginning she had sensed that Bobby was using her, trying to conquer her in order to brag to his many friends. They made a strange contrast-one sociable and universally liked, and the other, a moody social outcast. But she had agreed to date Bobby, consumed with curiosity about sex, tired of being embarrassed in conversation with her more experienced girlfriends.
Bobby had respected her innocence for the first few dates. They had gone to parties together, to movies and barbecues and baseball games. In his company she had become one of the girls, immediately accepted among her classmates. Nobody made nasty comments about her now, nobody avoided her company.
She remembered how she had yielded to Bobby's first advances, letting the boy tongue-kiss her although the experience had sickened and disgusted her. On the following date she had let him remove her blouse and play with her budding firm young tits. That had been better, at least partially pleasant.
And then, as much from gratitude as curiosity, she had let Bobby strip her to the skin. Alone in a friend's bedroom, he had explored her body, kissing and caressing the luscious young blonde before finally going too far. He had touched her cunt, actually tried to put his finger inside her body, and that was something for which she was not yet ready.
On their next date Bobby had put it to her plainly. He was tired of waiting, tired of struggling for every minor sexual favor. It was all right if she didn't want to have fun herself, but she had damned well better learn to show him a good time. If not, he would drop her without ceremony, abandoning Jennifer to social exile. She knew that he was right, that without him she would lose the very friendships she had learned to treasure.
Adolescents can be cruel, but Robert Hartman had no grudge against Jennifer, no intention of using or hurting her. It was a challenge to get somewhere with the girl but he had come to like her. She was intelligent, contained and somewhat mysterious, and physically she was as appealing as any girl he had ever met.
And so they found themselves one Saturday night alone in Bob's bedroom. His parents were gone for the evening and Jennifer did not have to be home until midnight. Even now, after the loss of her virginity, it was painful to recall what she had gone through that night, what Bobby had made her do to him.
He had stripped her as coldly and efficiently as a surgeon and then forced her to watch as he got out of his own clothing. Yes, he was handsome-tall and straight-backed and athletic, with a shock of thick black hair and burning bright hazel eyes. He appealed to her and turned her off simultaneously.
Once they were in bed together, Bobby had wasted little time in particularizing his desires. Speaking calmly and factually, he explained to Jennifer about fucking and foreplay. The first was out of the question, Bobby knew, but there was no reason on earth why Jennifer could not jerk him off and suck his cock.
"I can't," Jennifer protested. "My God, you can't expect me to touch that thing or take it in my mouth. It's dirty, ugly. No, Bobby, I don't want to hear about that."
"You're crazy, you're really freaked out," Bob answered. "I've never known a girl like you. You're not stupid. You know that people do these things. Everybody does-even our parents."
There he had her. As hard as it was for her to admit it, Jennifer knew that her parents engaged in the very acts Bobby was trying to force upon her. How many times had she averted her eyes from their open bedroom door, how often had she turned a deaf ear to their easily overheard explicit sexual conversations.
Seeing that the girl was confused, Bobby hastened to take advantage of her. He kissed Jennifer, then lowered his head to her tits, sucking her nipples greedily into his mouth. She was gorgeous, busty, smooth-skinned. And he was going to have her, was going to make her bring him to orgasm with fingers and lips.
He went for her pussy again and then Jennifer knew that she was defeated. It was a matter of satisfying Bobby's lust or letting him have free access to her body. She pushed his hand from her groin and then quickly reached down for his prick, trying to keep her mind blank in the midst of her surrender.
Bobby's prick was soft as she touched it, a thick dark cylinder that weighed heavy on her palm. Under his direction, she closed her fingers around the tube and was shocked to feel it come to life, almost instantaneously filling with blood and stiffening, a live shaft of naked male aggression.
"Pull on it," Bobby commanded. "That's it, grip it good and tight and move your hand up and down. And do it on the tip. That's the best place, that's where I really like it."
For the next few minutes Jennifer felt as if she were having a nightmare. All her instincts told her to leave, to panic and flee, but she was reluctantly going through with it and doing just what Bobby told her. Worst of all she was beginning to find it pleasant, proud and relieved that she could do the same things that normal girls did for their men.
She allowed herself to look at Bobby's prick, estimating that it was over six inches long and at least three inches in diameter. Erect, the tube was remarkably hard, bending slightly in the middle and then thickening at the tip. The come-slit that bisected its head was open, dark red inside and slightly moist.
Jennifer slid her hand from base to crown, loosening and tightening her fingers around the rigid rod. Bobby was watching her closely from a supine position, occasionally coaxing and complimenting her. Still it was hard to understand why he liked what she was doing or what kind of pleasure he was feeling.
"Hold my balls with your other hand," Bobby instructed her. "Not too hard though. Just kind of stroke them like I do to your tits. Go ahead, I swear it's not going to bite you."
Jennifer did as she was told, cupping her hand under the pendant sac and then closing her fingers gently around it. His balls were hot and sweaty and their odor seemed to penetrate the room. She felt stifled, oppressed, an unwilling participant in actions that she really wanted no part of.
"That feels good, really nice," Bobby encouraged her. "Now grip it a little tighter and move your hand faster. Yeah, just like that. You're doing a good job, really making me happy."
Comforted by her boyfriend's words, Jennifer determined to repress her misgivings, at least for the moment. She began to experiment with different ways of getting her lover hot and bothered, keeping his prick as hard and unbending as a bar of structural steel. She could hear him breathing harder now, could feel greater heat radiating from the boy's handsome athletic body.
She tickled the underside of Bobby's penis, ringing the glans with her pointed fingernails and then tracing each thick vein down to its source in the tangle of Bobby's black pubic hair. It was like a game so far, a game where she would do different things, each of which seemed to please her lover immensely.
It was a game that she couldn't lose. Bobby was an experienced boy but was still vulnerable to stimulation, still prone to shoot his wad prematurely. Already she could see a drop of thick whitish fluid pearling on the tip of his prick, although its significance remained a mystery to her.
Sex was nothing like the things she had heard from her friends. That had been talk, nothing but silly talk, and this was the real thing. Bobby seemed so large and strong, his chest heaving as she aroused his passion to the breaking point. And now, even though he was not touching her, she was beginning to feel strongly aroused herself, the same kind of feeling she had experienced when he had kissed her and sucked her nipples.
Jennifer used both hands on the boy's swollen cock, sometimes gripping him tightly, other times using only the pressure of her fingertips. His prick seemed to get larger with each passing minute and heavier as well. Her wrist was tired but she sensed that something would happen soon. He was beginning to moan incoherently and his penile veins throbbed powerfully in her hands.
Jennifer leaned forward until her breasts had touched Bobby's belly. His prick was now inches from her eyes and she could practically look down into the center of it. The huge tube started to buck and jerkin her grip as if it had some life or mind of its own. She could hardly hear what Bobby was saying to her now. She was hypnotized by what she was doing to him.
Jennifer's right hand slid up and down her lover's tumid cock, stroking and grabbing and caressing. It was obvious that she couldn't hurt him, that he wanted her to be as rough as possible. His prick whitened momentarily as she squeezed the blood from it, only to turn an even darker purple as she relaxed her grip.
Now his hips were lifting upward and he was shooting his prick into her clenched hand, moving so fast that it blurred her vision. His body was stiff with lust and she could see his muscles standing out firmly. Once his prick lunged forward to touch her firm bobbing tits, the most pleasant thing she had felt so far.
Jennifer's torso bobbed up and down as she jerked Bobby off. She was into it now, not knowing why she liked it so much but happy that she and her boyfriend were together. It would be nice to prolong the experience, go on like that for a few more minutes, but as she soon learned that was not in the cards.
"I'm going to come," Bobby told her in a strangled voice. "That's it, hold on tight. OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH, fuck, you do that so fucking well. Don't let it get away from you, hold it tight. AAAAAAAEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII, yeah, like that, do it some more. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Jennifer stopped moving her hand, leaving it clenched strongly just under the head of Bobby's cock. She heard a loud bubbling sound and then looked down to see a stream of come shooting out his prick, a geyser of hot lather. It shot farther than she had expected, bathing her neck and tits in its saline warmth.
And he kept coming, sending four jets of come against her naked body, his prick still pounding and bucking in the confines of her right hand. She slackened her fingers and then squeezed again, forcing the last few drops out, thick, yellow pearls of come that poured slowly over her thin white fingers.
Bobby went limp in her hand a moment later, leaving Jennifer to ponder what had come to pass. She could smell his semen, could practically taste the fluids that had gotten all over her body. It was on her neck, her tits, her stomach; a few drops had spattered all the way down to her tights. That acrid odor was making her dizzy. She had to wipe it from her hands, get rid of the stuff.
As she cleaned herself off with the towel Bobby had thoughtfully provided the boy surprised Jennifer by kissing her. His tongue was hot and somehow sloppy this time, and both their bodies were sweating freely in the spring heat. Suddenly she felt embarrassed again, lost and completely out of her element.
"See, it wasn't too bad," Bobby reassured her. "That was about the best hand job I've ever had. And I know you liked it. I could see you smiling just before I came."
"I didn't like that part," Jennifer insisted in a weak voice. "I'll admit it was fun before that, but then you just exploded. It was like you were angry at me, like an animal or something. And I don't like being all wet like this-it's creepy."
Bobby spoke soothingly to her for the next five minutes, explaining that all girls had the same initial reaction to sex. She would get over it; everybody did. What was important was that she had pleased him, turned him on with her talented fingers, given him an orgasm that he'd remember to his dying day.
"But that was just the start," Bobby concluded. "I want you to blow me now. Don't pretend you don't know what I mean. This is just kid stuff. Now I want you to act like a woman."
"I can't take it in my mouth," Jennifer answered, shrinking away from her lover to the far side of the bed. "I'd vomit if I ever got any of that horrible sperm in my mouth."
"Hey, take it easy," Bobby cautioned. "If you're scared I won't shoot in your mouth. Yeah, it's a promise. All you have to do is kiss it and lick it and I'll pull out before I come."
Jennifer realized that it was useless to protest. She had gone too far to turn back. Bobby had the whip handle, the upper hand. She needed him more than he needed her, and there was no denying that she too wanted to get things over with. She'd have to suck him off eventually ... the sooner the better.
Bobby rose to a sitting position and then waited for Jennifer to go to work on his cock. There was no reason to speak to the girl now. A blowjob was the simplest thing in the world and she was going to like it before he was done with her, was going to down a mouthful of his thick bubbling come.
Jennifer closed her eyes as soon as she had forced herself to take Bobby's prick in hand again. She leaned over his body until she was on all fours, perpendicular to his seated form. Then she parted her lips slightly and lowered her head further, hoping that she wouldn't gag on tasting his meat.
She kissed the tip of Bobby's prick and once again it rose to meet her touch, filling with blood even faster this time, pushing its imperious way between her lips. Her mouth was full of a salty taste produced by the dried semen on the boy's cock but the disturbing flavor vanished in a matter of seconds.
Now that she had some rudimentary understanding of a man's sexuality, Jennifer found it easy enough to arouse her adolescent lover. She allowed only the head of his prick to penetrate her mouth, closing her teeth firmly just below the swollen head. Even so it was difficult for her to handle the thick scepter, which stretched her lips tightly and made her jaw ache.
She ran her tongue over the spongy crown, relieved that it smelled and tasted no different from the rest of his body. Her lips were loose around him but she could feel the blood coursing through his veins. She was not aroused this time but felt degraded and dirty taking his sex organ into her mouth.
Bobby held still for a while, digging the feel of the girl's soft thick lips and moist slick tongue. She wasn't doing much for him yet in a purely physical sense but just the sight of her bending over him and swallowing his rod was enough to keep him excited. His triumph would be complete in a matter of moments.
Jennifer lowered her head further, taking another three inches of cock into her crowded mouth. She doubled her tongue and then pressed it against the head, feeling the come slit widen under the pressure. Then her tongue traveled downward, coating the taut surface of her lover's cock with a patina of saliva.
She bobbed her head up and down, moving by instinct, knowing what she had to do to please her lover. It was hard for Jennifer to breathe at first but she learned to time her respiration around the thrusts of her lover's cock. He was sliding in and out of her now, pulling her lips taut as he fucked her virgin mouth.
His pubic hair rubbed incessantly against Jennifer's sensitive nipples, making her whole body hot and itchy, uncomfortable with arousal that she could not admit to herself. Her mouth was tired and she was beginning to worry that he might come, spill his fluids nauseatingly into her gaping mouth.
But Bobby's second orgasm came far more slowly than his first. He was enjoying the blowjob too much to let himself come, to truncate his pleasure in the bud. He stopped moving and let the girl work on him, occasionally reaching down with one hand to stroke her hair and keep her head in position.
Jennifer bit gently into the middle of his cock, at the same time drawing her tongue further down toward the base. All but the stumpy base of the huge tool was inside her now, sometimes banging against her throat. She gagged once and then changed the angle of penetration, tightening her lips around the hot cock and being careful not to let it escape from her mouth.
"Use your tongue some more," Bobby told her, his voice deep and hoarse with mounting lust. "Lick it good and suck harder. Harder, damn it. Yeah, you're sucking me off nice now. Keep moving your head, get it nice and wet."
His hand pressed harder on the girl's neck and again Jennifer felt herself humiliated. Her mouth was nothing but a vessel, a receptacle for the boy's animal lust. He was pushing it into her much harder now and she could see that his balls were going tight against his body, as if he were ready to come.
But she was helpless now. He was so much stronger than her, especially now that his passion had reached a fever pitch. His prick moved like a piston, its motion regular though faster with every passing second. She had to trust him not to come in her mouth, had to count on the boy keeping his word.
Bobby moved his body so that he was lying on his side. Now his balls were pressed between Jennifer's tits and it was easy for him to fuck her mouth with complete freedom. A trail of saliva had soaked every inch of his skin, coating his cock and balls and dripping down to his thighs. It was hard to believe that this was Jennifer's first blowjob.
Jennifer continued to slide her mouth up and down on the thick hard cock. Her face was red and her body seemed tired and irritable but she refused to stop or think about what she was doing. It was going to be over soon. It had to end. Bobby's prick was red as a beet now, angry-looking, imperious as it slammed repeatedly into her overloaded, defenseless mouth.
The thing that Jennifer most feared happened only seconds later. She felt her mouth being invaded by thick saline fluids and then tried to jerk her head away. After she had withdrawn an inch Bobby was suddenly on top of her, having rolled over and straddled her body, his prick pounding deep in her gagging throat.
She tried to scream, to protest, to beg him to stop, but it was obvious that the boy had betrayed her. She was crushed beneath his strong body, her arms pinioned to her sides by the pressure of his muscular thighs. She felt his pubic hair rasping against her lips, felt him going all the way into her.
"I'm COMING, I'm COMING, fuck, keep sucking it," Bobby screamed, staring down at the girl. One hand was raised as if to threaten her as his orgasm began. "Yeah, keep sucking it, I'm going to come right in your mouth. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, yeah, right in your fucking mouth. AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII."
Pressed flat beneath her lover, Jennifer was forced to sustain an orgasm more violent and copious than she could have dreamed possible. Bobby's prick thickened in her mouth and then exploded between her lips, sending globs of come into her, stream after stream of the hot juices pouring down her fast swallowing throat.
She tried to spit out the jism but it was impossible. She was drowning in the ooze and he was still mouth fucking her, still ramming his cock deep into her throat. There was nothing to do but swallow the come, let it run down her throat, gulp it quickly as yet another dollop spurted into her. It seemed that his orgasm would never end, that he would keep it up until she vomited.
Bobby removed his prick as soon as his passion had cooled, realizing that he had upset the girl. He had tried to stop himself from filling her mouth with come but had been unable to control his raging passion. In any case, it was good for her to get a taste of scum, just like any other girl.
But Jennifer did not see it that way. It was too late to spit out the frighteningly unfamiliar fluids. She was sick, ashamed of what he had done to her, compromised, betrayed. It was all she could do to keep from crying. It had happened and she would always remember it, always remembered the way he had used her, dirtied her, robbed her of her goodness.
She was dressed and out of the room in a trice, refusing to listen to the boy's apologies. It wasn't Bobby she hated but all men, knowing from the boy's confusion that he had no idea how much he had hurt her. How could she put up with a lifetime of sex? She had to talk it over with somebody-an older person whom she trusted, a person like her Uncle Joe.
Chapter Three
By the time she dropped off to sleep, Jennifer had forgotten completely about her father, whose bedroom was contiguous with the guest room where her uncle had taken the young girl's virginity. There was enough on her mind already without worrying about her father eavesdropping on her sexual activities.
But in that bedroom the light was still on and Albert Rochelle was very much aware of what had gone on that night. Turning to Marcia, he smiled broadly, knowing that she too had been listening, had shared his vicarious experience. He wondered if she had been as turned on by it as he had.
"Well, Al," Marcia broke the silence. "It looks like our little bluestocking is growing up. I could try to give her the benefit of doubt but what the fuck, we know what they were doing."
"That's my brother for you," Albert answered, softening his laughter to a chuckle. "Rushing in where us angels fear to tread."'
Marcia turned toward him, shaking a mane of copper-red hair from her fleshy dimpled shoulders. She would have given anything to have taken a more active role in Jennifer's defloration, even to the extent of mere watching, but the moment had passed and she took her loss without bitching.
"What do you think?" she asked a moment later. "Do we show her all the skeletons in the family closet now or let her figure things out for herself? It doesn't seem fair to keep her in the dark, not now anyway."
"I think we'd better let it ride," Albert answered without hesitation. "She's different from the rest of us for some crazy reason. Always been a sensitive child. She'd blow her top if we confronted her with it now."
"But it can't go on like this forever," Marcia insisted. "Tom'll be home from school next week and I can't bear the thought of all of us sneaking around behind her back like some French drawing-room comedy. Maybe Sonia can talk some sense into her. She'll be home tomorrow, won't she?"
Albert nodded his head, wondering what would become of his strange young daughter. You could never tell about children, never predict their reactions. Perhaps Jennifer knew more than they gave her credit for, though it seemed highly soon.
"Jesus, I got horny listening to them," Marcia whispered. "I was envious as hell, of both of them I guess. She really feels guilty about sex and when she comes to her senses and realizes that she did it with your brother ..."
"You pervert," Albert laughed, not trying to keep his voice down any longer. "After the way I fucked you before you're still horny. If you want, we can pretend you're still a virgin too. And I can be a rapist, a filthy lusty old satyr."
"What about that boyfriend of hers?" Marcia changed the subject. "She'll go back to him, you know, especially after Joe leaves. It's not going to be easy for her."
"Nor for him," Albert answered after a pause. "I think it's a good idea for her to have someone outside the family while she's growing up, even if she scares him off eventually."
Marcia and Albert stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. Both shared the same thought. Thomas was returning home from graduate school after the dissolution of his marriage. He had tried to escape the family geographically, emotionally, and martially, but id hadn't worked out well for him.
"Oh shit," Albert laughed again. "We sound like a couple of Dear Abby's. Forget the little cunt for a while. She'll work it out like the rest of us. What's the big fucking deal?"
"Well, if you don't want to talk, what are we going to do? I can't sleep ... not after that little scene."
Albert put his arms around the busty redhead, inhaling deeply of her bodily perfume. One fuck a night was usually enough at his age, but he too had been turned on by Jennifer's defloration. As Marcia's tits, round and firm and broad-nippled, crushed against his chest, he could feel a crescent hardon.
He kissed Marcia, plunging his thick tongue deep into her yielding mouth. Her lips were as thick as his own, though slightly narrower, and the arms that she had around his back were strong and heavily muscled. Her cunt, pressing against his thighs, was wet with come and fresh fragrant pussy juice.
Their tongues twined together and he felt Marcia's hands moving down his back, finally coming to rest on his squarish buttocks. She squeezed hard, keeping their bodies tightly together as he stroked her long straight hair. His prick was fully erect now but pointed downward from the presence of her body, causing it to throb almost painfully.
He twisted in Marcia's strong grip, finally freeing his cock and letting it spring upward, slapping briefly against his solid midsection. He was in good shape for a man pushing fifty: a few pounds overweight but vigorous and healthy, as virile and able to satisfy a woman as he had been in his youth.
He sucked a tress of Marcia's hair into his mouth, tasting a slight bitterness from her herbal shampoo. Then, lowering his head, he bit her shoulder, licking the succulent freckled flesh. Marcia's nails dug into his ass, showing that she was ready to fuck, ready to get down to business without much delay.
Marcia slid under Albert's body, parting her short muscular legs. Her body was strong and feminine at the same time. Big tits, big ass, thick pubic bush, but at the same time her waist was narrow and her legs provocatively shapely and hairless.
She reached down for Albert's prick, holding it firmly and affectionately. In all their years of fucking she had never tired of him and he, conversely, had never given her anything but his best. Worked up as they were at the moment she knew that it was going to be one hell of a good fuck.
Marcia parted her legs further and turned her body slightly to the left. She sighed with satisfaction as she felt Albert going for her twat. He always knew just what to do, just what she wanted in bed. But that was what families were for. That was why people said that blood was thicker than water.
Albert's finger plumbed the depths of her pussy. Bent at the second knuckle, it pressed upward into the folds of her moist vulva. Her clitoris was erect already and she twisted so that it pressed against his palm. Damn, they had better fuck soon or she would come before he entered her.
Her hand slid rapidly up and down Albert's prick, lingering only at the very tip, always the most sensitive part of his rod. Her touch was gentle and greedy simultaneously, a signal that the time for foreplay had passed. Still, it felt so good. She could put off her satiation for another few moments.
Albert placed the tip of his middle finger just below Marcia's clitty, letting the ample vaginal fluids gather upon it. Then he moved upward with agonizing slowness until finally he had touched the magic button. Marcia squirmed appreciatively beneath him. Other men were too rough with her clitoris but Albert knew how to tease it with gentle pressure until she was ready to cream.
She let go of Albert's prick as he circled her clitoris, feeling concentric waves of passion spread through her entire body. Her arms were at her sides now, in a position of surrender and abandonment. He could do whatever he wanted to her as long as he kept her hot and bothered.
But Albert soon tired of the game, very much aware of his own throbbing desire. He removed his finger from Marcia's bush and then wrapped his hand around his cock, moving the thick blunt scepter into position. The head of his rod was against her parted labia. One good thrust and he would be inside her.
It was funny to see Marcia playing passive, knowing that within a few minutes she would be panting and screaming, throwing her body across the bed without regard for consequences. Still, it was good to have her holding stationary as he entered her, allowing him to enjoy her tight cunt to the fullest extent.
He slid into the mature woman slowly and gracefully, his cock and whole body quivering with the effort of self-control. Her cunt seemed to have a mind of its own, gripping his cock and pulling it inward like tide ebbing on soft sand. He had always thought of her in elemental terms, which was understandable considering her earth-mother body and insatiable sexual demands.
In a moment his prick was fully inserted inside her and their red pubic hair had fused into a sticky redolent mass, a clump of shared passion. He did not move at that point but sucked his breath in and listened to her heart beating against his chest, knowing that they had reached the ultimate of human closeness.
But Albert was not a man who could exercise self-control for long. The stirrings of passion in his strong, mature body were not to be denied. He pulled his hips back and his prick slid slowly away from her, not stopping until it was almost dislodged. For a second they stayed that way, and then the thick cock slid back in on a smooth bath of vaginal discharge.
Marcia remained passive for the next few minutes, fantasizing that she was in Jennifer's shoes. Her virginity was a thing of the distant past, a thing she had discarded without regret, but for a brief moment she felt as weak and vulnerable as a young girl, as excited by the discovery of erotic pleasure.
But then she too began to move, swallowing the thick cock in her deep pussy and clamping her muscles around it. Her hips moved lazily but there was power and purpose in her every motion. Soon her body was covered with sweat, moist and warm like the body that was now thundering over her.
Albert was fucking her especially hard this time around. His balls slapped hard against her and sometimes he seemed almost too thick for her to handle. But she was with him stroke for stroke, refusing to give an inch. Their strong bodies were perfectly matched and she knew that she would come quickly.
She moaned delightedly as the huge dork slammed into her body, swiveling her hips to keep it inside her and then stiffening to reject it for a moment or two. She was lying on her own long hair but the pain only sharpened her pleasure, made the whole incestuous scene that much more pleasant and stimulating.
Albert lunged forward, thrusting his cock in hard and crushing Marcia's ample tits beneath his chest. Jennifer was on his mind too, a persistent image of his beautiful young daughter. It was not that he was jealous of his brother Joe, but the innocence of the girl had always appealed to him and now that naivete was a thing of the past, something he could never take from her.
He fucked Marcia harder, trying to drive all thoughts from his mind. Objectively, Marcia had everything a man could ask and more. Her body was beautiful and astoundingly responsive, a never-ending source of sensual delight. She moved with him so naturally and gracefully, moaning with delight, neither proud of nor embarrassed by her ultra feminine sensuality.
"Hey, slow down a little," Marcia cautioned. "You're going to make me dry and sore if you keep that up. It's all right honey, you'll get her sooner or later. I'll see to it."
Albert smiled. As usual Marcia was reading his mind and understanding him better than he understood himself. He lowered himself onto her ample body and then slid his hands under her ass so that they could be closer together. Another woman would have been hurt to know he was thinking about Jennifer but Marcia was able to accept it as a matter of course.
His fingers closed on the russet skin of Marcia's large buttocks, kneading the ample flesh with no hint of gentleness. He felt his hand getting wet from her secretions and then located her asshole with his index finger. Maybe he would have done better to cornhole the woman in his present mood.
But her undulating pussy walls were keeping him happy enough, Albert knew, as happy as any man had a right to be. She was putting the squeeze on him again, strangulating his cock with her powerful vaginal sphincters. It felt like a thousand little tongues, each dedicated solely to his growing pleasure.
Marcia allowed herself to relax again, to enjoy the feel of Albert wiggling his hips above her and attacking her cunt from a myriad of different angles. The moment of tension had passed and now he was liking it again and giving her more pleasure in the bargain. Maybe this time they would come together, merge their bodies in a maelstrom of shared release.
She kissed Albert's thick red neck and then protruded her tongue until it had slid into his ear, causing Albert to squirm above her and drive his cock in all the deeper. Now that they were fucking slow and easy again she knew that she would come soon, long before he was ready to celebrate his orgasm.
Albert let her ass go and then wrapped his arms around her upper back, knowing without thinking about it that she was practically ready to fire her wad. His strokes became long and deep, reaching the bottom of her cunt in a way she could not resist, driving her closer and closer to climax.
At that point, Marcia abandoned herself completely, letting Albert do all the work. She subsided heavily onto the mattress and let her eyes close. She could feel all the familiar symptoms of an approaching orgasm, could feel her muscles tightening and her nerves becoming painfully sensitive.
"You can fuck me hard again," she whispered into his ear. "Drive me right through the fucking mattress. Come on, big stud, take me to heaven, shove that big cock into me."
Albert did not have to be told twice. His body still pulsed with nervous energy and it felt good to let go and slam his cock into that tight but elastic fuck hole. He twisted his hips, arched his back, held on tighter. For some reason he was not yet near orgasm himself but that was nothing to worry about.
Marcia's eyes closed all the way as she started to come. Her arms closed compulsively around Albert's back and then she tilted her pelvis upward to take the full seven inches of his lunging meat. Her arms and legs were stiff now and her cunt was being torn asunder by a wall of inner fire.
A wave of red passed over her slightly closed eyes and then she felt her cunt contracting together around Albert's rod. She was into it now, sunk deep in her maddening passion, no longer thinking or caring about Jennifer. Already she could feel that her thighs were wet with pussy juice.
"I'm coming, yes, I'm coming," she chanted, her voice getting louder. "Sock it to me darling, OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, yes, just like that. Make me come, Albert. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, please make me come. No, don't stop, keep it inside me. Fuck me harder. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, AAAAAAAAEEEEEIIIIIIIIII!!!"
Albert stopped moving at that point, afraid that his cock would be dislodged from Marcia's churning twat. He kept his weight on the lusting woman, enjoying her screams of passion, feeling it happen to her as if it were happening to himself. She was lifting him off her body now, supporting his two hundred pounds as if he were a feather pillow, lost in the throes of her passion.
Her orgasm dragged on, each segment punctuated by another shriek of ecstasy. But then, seconds later, she was quiescent again, her arms loose around her lover's back, her eyes open but glassy, seeing nothing. Her cunt was slack around his prick though its fluids continued to lave him.
And now it was time for Albert to think of his own pleasure, to exorcise all thought of his younger daughter in a final paroxysm of satiated lust. He began to fuck Marcia hard, pumping his cock in with a steady unchanging rhythm. He was feeling better now, pleased that he had turned Marcia on so well.
"That feels so good," Marcia encouraged him. "Yes, so hard and strong. I'm dripping wet inside and it's all for you. Come on, let me feel you exploding inside me."
Albert kissed her, not wanting Marcia to talk as he moved closer to his orgasm. His tongue was surprisingly dry but his other reactions were reassuringly normal. His prick thumped regularly into her cunt and with every stroke seemed to get thicker and more persistent and demanding.
His hands, placed on both sides of her shoulders, were now supporting Albert's weight, but his groin crashed down heavily, practically knocking the breath from Marcia's substantial torso. She held on tight, squeezing with her pussy muscles, knowing that it would all be over in a matter of seconds.
She could hear Albert's breath coming hot and fast, could feel his strokes getting shorter and choppier. Her cunt was numb now from the constant friction but she was still wet inside, able to take whatever he dished out to her. She waited, feeling him starting to come, knowing that soon her cunt would be filled to overflow with a stream of his hot, lathering semen.
"It's happening, I'm coming," Albert groaned. "Fuck it, don't move, just hold still and let me come. Yeah, like that, keep your cunt tight. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, fuck, I'M COMING, I can't stop myself. Shit, mmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm coming. I'm COMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGG!"
His prick slid in once more and then erupted with all the force of a live volcano, spewing its juices into the very bottom of Marcia's tightly closed cunt. The first stream of come seemed to splash off her womb and was followed by a second, longer and more copious, a veritable river of hot male juice.
And his prick moved again inside her, still hard as a roc, not losing an inch of its length or thickness. It was strange for Albert not to relax after his orgasm. Usually he would collapse happily on top of her, but this time he seemed unsatisfied, despite the spasms of lust he had just experienced.
He pulled out a moment later and then turned away from Marcia, his breath rasping and sounding uncomfortable. Marcia kept silent for a moment but then realized that his tension had returned. She had to take his mind off Joe and Jennifer, and in a minute knew just what to do toward that goal.
"It's all right," he muttered as she reached for his prick. "You don't have to baby me, I'll be all right."
"Not unless you let me help you," Marcia insisted. "Look, I want to suck you off. We're both upset, overwrought, and it'll help both of us. I know it will."
Albert made no further protest. No sane man could have refused one of Marcia's blowjobs, least of all a man as passionate and virile as himself. He rolled over onto his back and then watched carefully as she mounted him, wedging her body between his thighs and then lowering her head down to his groin.
Her parted lips surrounded the crown of his still-erect prick, kissing it softly and lovingly. Then she swallowed more of his meat, balancing on her outspread arms, her palms pressed flat to the mattress. She could taste come and pussy juice on Albert's cock, could, feel that it was still fully erect.
Her lips ringed the shaft rightly and Marcia decided to service the entire seven inches. Her head slid down and then she felt him bumping against her throat, but that did not slow Marcia down for a second. One more thrust and she was there, her cheeks taut with the tension of swallowing.
She kept Albert's prick fully inserted in her throat and used every combination of lips, teeth and tongue to increase the man's pleasure. He was throbbing in her mouth which was usually a good sign, but tonight nothing could be taken for granted. Still, she felt confident, knowing how easy it was to get Albert off with her lips and talented tongue.
She released the bottom inches of Albert's prick and turned her attention to the head, swollen and pulsating between her widely parted lips. Her tongue slid back and forth over the purple crown and then she tasted a drop of come, hot and salty in her mouth. Now she knew that the battle was won, that she would soon feel him shooting his juices into her eagerly waiting mouth.
Her head bobbed up and down slowly until Albert's prick was dripping with warm saliva. He thrust upward once or twice but most of the time held still, making her work all the harder. Marcia sucked her cheeks in as she worked the huge cock over, bending low to touch his skin with her tits.
She held his balls in one hand and squeezed gently, a rhythmic maternal motion as if she wanted to milk the come from the pendant sac. All the while her tongue kept busy, sucking and licking and coating the thick rod with saliva. Albert was breathing hard again, enraptured by her oral technique.
Her mouth full of cock, Marcia worked harder, breathing loudly through her nose. She swallowed the full seven inches with every stroke and then she could see him staring at her, his face finally relaxed. They were working together again, sharing the experience like a single organism.
"Shit, I'm coming already," Albert shouted. "Yes, yes, it's happening to me again. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, keep sucking it. Don't stop. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH HHHHH, keep sucking my cock. I want to come in your mouth, fill you with come. AAAAA AAAAA AAAAAEEEEE EEEEE IIIIIIIII!"
His prick leaped up and then spewed a single dollop of come into Marcia's waiting mouth, a thick mass of hot fluid that she gulped down eagerly. Immediately, his prick began to wilt inside her cheeks and when he pulled it out the huge tube had withered to its normal flaccid size. Marcia swallowed the last of his come before talking to her lover.
"You're really something," she teased. "Just like a kid getting sucked off for the first time. That had to be some sort of world's record. But it was nice, I really liked it."
"It was good for me too," Albert conceded. "I don't know, I must be going crazy or something."
"Well, it's our last night together for a while," Marcia added wistfully. "What with Mom coming home tomorrow and my dear brother next week, who knows when we'll have time for each other. Still, where there's a will there's a way."
Albert did not answer but instead stared at his elder daughter. Marcia knew where he was at and there was no point trying to fool her. Even his wife had never understood him so fully in twenty-five years of marriage.
"So you'll miss me a little," he said with good humor, smiling for the first time in an hour. "I guess you'll be pretty busy with Tom, you know, making him feel better about his divorce and all."
"Who knows, I might take a whack at Jennifer's boyfriend if she ever brings him around. He's kind of cute, you know."
"If he ever hears about her and Joe you won't get a chance," Albert answered, serious again. "Maybe you should talk to Jennifer, though, unless Sonia's willing to do it."
Marcia was asleep a few minutes later, leaving her father to sort out the intricacies of their familial relationships. He was silly to worry. Jennifer was a little daffy but she'd come around sooner or later. A girl couldn't ask for a better first lover than Uncle Joe, and as she well knew, that was only the beginning of the girl's impending sexual discoveries.
Chapter Four
Although Jennifer was taken by surprise by her uncle's visit the following night, the young girl was so lost in thought that it took her almost a full minute to greet him. She had been in bed the whole evening remembering and mulling over a conversation she had had that afternoon with her sister Marcia.
"Can I come in or do you want to be alone?" Joe asked as he closed the bedroom door behind him. "What's bothering you, Jenny? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Jennifer wondered whether she could really trust her uncle. Her conversation with Marcia had subverted her notions about the Rochelle family to the point where she had entertained the idea that her sister might have lied to her, something that had never happened before, something completely out of character for Marcia.
Joe Rochelle cleared his niece's clothing from the armchair adjacent to her bed, sat down and waited for the girl to begin a discussion. He remembered that she had been left alone for most of the afternoon with Marcia while he and Albert had gone to meet Albert's wife at the airport. It was eminently possible that Marcia had upset the girl, had decided unilaterally to fill Jennifer in on some of the stranger mores of their unusual family.
"You were awfully quiet at dinner," Joe told her. "And you must have hurt your mother's feelings by being so distant. Tell me what's on your mind, honey. Let it out."
"I just couldn't talk to her, not after what Marcia said to me," Jennifer answered, seemingly close to tears. "Is it true, Uncle Joe? Did she and Tom really do all those things? And Mom knew about it all, Marcia said."
Joe realized immediately that he had guessed the truth. Marcia had always been an impetuous girl, prone to blurt out the truth at the most inconvenient times. Now he had to figure out how much she had told Jennifer, how it had affected the girl and what he could do to set Jenny's mind at rest.
"Well, there's no denying it," he began, staring directly at Jennifer and hoping that some of his calmness would rub off on her. "We are different from most families and your sister and brother have had a sexual relationship going for a long time now. But I don't see why that should upset you so much."
"Because it's wrong and crazy and I don't know what else," Jennifer replied, her voice rising a full octave. "Other families aren't like that, I know they're not. I feel so bad about what we did last night, Uncle Joe-guilty, ashamed, I don't know what."
"But you liked it, didn't you? That's the most important thing, angel. You see, people make a lot of noise about what's right and what's wrong but ultimately everyone has to decide for himself. We're a family and we love each other and sometimes it's only natural to express that love sexually."
"But it's incest and that's against the law," Jennifer insisted. "If anyone ever found out they'd take us all to jail or the loony bin or somewhere awful. What am I going to tell people, that we love each other so much that my mother taught Tom and Marcia about sex by getting them to fuck each other and watching them?"
Joe moved to the bed, putting his arms around Jennifer's quivering shoulders before answering her. He stroked her long blonde hair and kissed her atop the head, and then the girl began to calm down. Her crying ceased and she stared at Joe with an expression of love and trust and fear on her beautiful pale face.
Joe explained things as well as he could. Never an intellectual, he found it difficult to put his simple thoughts into a logical pattern. He spoke slowly and chose his words with great care, keeping Jennifer pressed close to his body. Marcia must have been exceptionally tactless, and now it was up to him to undo some of the harm she had unwittingly wrought.
He explained that many things were against the law, including most forms of sexual activity. Jennifer winced at his graphic descriptions of what our society has deemed improper, but she listened carefully and did not interrupt her uncle. After Joe had struggled for a good half hour, she finally responded.
"So, in other words, there is no right and wrong. You do what feels good and don't worry what other people think. Suppose I decided that I wanted to go to the police and tell them that you fucked me last night. That wouldn't be wrong according to you."
"That's not what I said. The important thing is not to hurt other people. And what we did last night didn't hurt anybody. It made me very happy and I hope it did the same thing for you."
Jennifer buried her head against her uncle's chest and began to cry again. She couldn't answer Joe's arguments but he had not convinced her yet that he was right. She was still racked with guilt, still obsessed by the thought of her sister and brother having sex together before their mother's eyes. But at the same time she was herself sexually aroused and wanted nothing more than to have her handsome, virile uncle make love to her again.
"It'll take time for you to understand," Joe concluded. "Maybe you should talk it over with your mother tomorrow. I know you've never been very close to her but she loves you and I know she wants to help. I'll leave you alone now. Try to get some sleep and we can talk more tomorrow if you want."
"Don't go. Please stay with me. I feel like I'll go crazy if you leave me alone tonight."
So saying, Jennifer wrapped her slender arms around Joe's broad back and then kissed him on the mouth, parting her lips and sucking his tongue into her mouth. Her lithe body trembled with emotion. She was naked beneath a thin linen sheet and her nipples were hard and taut against Joe's chest.
He kissed the girl and then slid the sheet from between their bodies. Resisting an impulse to scream as Jennifer unconsciously bit his probing tongue, he undressed himself quickly. Jennifer was on the verge of hysteria and there was only one way to calm her, to drive guilt and confusion from her frantically racing mind.
Joe broke the kiss and then began to caress Jennifer's tits, passing his palms and fingers over the smooth firm globes. He felt his prick stiffening as the girl clung to his body. She was having trouble breathing and her beautiful body was hot and dry. She hardly seemed to notice that he was trying to arouse her.
Jennifer felt herself relaxing slightly as Joe lowered his head to her irresistible young boobs. She lay flat on the mattress as his tongue swished over her pert pink nipples. As long as they stayed in close physical contact she would be all right, would not panic or cry, would not think about Marcia and Tom.
"Eat me out," she whispered. "Just like you did last night. Please, Uncle Joe, make me happy again. Put your tongue in my cunt. I need you. I want to feel you inside me."
"Of course," Joe answered soothingly. "Only this time we'll do it differently. There's a lot more to sex than what we did last night. Move over and I'll show you what I mean."
Jennifer watched as her uncle reversed his body. When they were positioned head to foot the handsome bachelor held his stiff prick in his hand and told her to kiss it, to part her lips and let the huge wand enter her mouth. He wanted her to blow him, to suck him off just as she had done with her boyfriend Bob.
Before she could comply with his instructions, Jennifer felt the older man forcing his head between her thighs. She was still stiff and uncomfortable, was still fighting him. But soon she felt his tongue wetting her blonde pubic hair, felt its rough upper surface slide gently along the opening of her vulva.
And then he was inside her, his tongue plunged deep into her moist cunt, his hands squeezing her hips. And his prick was only inches away from her face, pointing directly at her mouth. In a moment of revelation Jennifer realized that she had changed already. She had hated blowing her boyfriend but now she wanted Joe's prick in her mouth, wanted to suck it until it exploded into her throat.
Joe's tongue sidled within her pussy, mixing saliva with her own free-flowing secretions. He was eating her out completely, starting down near her asshole and tonguing her all the way up to her clitoris. It was best when he put it into her vulva and ate her out slowly, drinking her sweet ample juices.
But she couldn't remain completely passive, not with his prick bobbing hypnotically before her staring eyes. Jennifer parted her thick lips and then kissed her uncle's prick wetly and passionately. Her fingers whitened as she grabbed his hips and soon she had a good four inches of cock in her mouth.
At first the new experience made her uncomfortable. It was difficult to do anything to Joe's prick while his tongue was darting in and out of her pussy, driving her half-crazy with lust. But she knew that she was making him happy, that his prick was staying hard inside her, swollen with blood and come.
She tried to ignore her own passion for the nonce, concentrating on increasing her handsome uncle's pleasure. It was different from blowing Bobby. Joe wasn't ramming his cock into her mouth, wasn't staring at her in contemptuous triumph, wasn't laughing at her or planning to relate her humiliation to his friends.
No, he was still eating her out, still doing everything in his power to make her feel loved and wanted. The same blood ran through their veins, she realized, just as he had insisted. Their love was complete, physical and sensual but also deeply emotional. She felt even closer to him than she had the previous night.
His tongue located her clitoris, massaging and licking the tiny pink organ until it had protruded from its sheath. Jennifer stiffened momentarily and then relaxed again as her passion shifted into high gear. It was as if Joe were reading her mind, helping her, uniting her mind and body into a single unconfused entity.
Now she was able to suck his cock without detracting from her own ever-mounting pleasure. They were lying side by side, their bodies touching at every point, their arms and legs tangled together in joyous ecstasy. She bent her head forward, taking in more of Joe's cock. She wanted it all, wanted to feel the full seven inches pulsating in the bottom of her throat.
Her head moved closer to Joe's body. He was even bigger than Bobby but that did not stop or slow her for a minute. An inch at a time the huge dick disappeared into Jennifer's mouth. She gagged for a moment and then forced her head down hard until her teeth surrounded the base of Joe's prick and her soft thick lips were wetting his black pubic hair.
"You don't have to do that if it's painful," Joe told her, reluctantly pulling his tongue out of her twat. "Don't be scared of my prick. Let it out of your mouth and kiss it again. Lick it, play with it, get used to it. And do it to my balls too."
Her trust in her uncle fully restored for the moment, Jennifer did as she was told. She let the thick scepter escape her mouth, tonguing and nibbling it on its way out, and then reached down to hold it by the base. She no longer thought of his prick as ugly or threatening. Even his hairy, sweaty, heavy balls pleased her now, made her mouth water with desire.
She pressed her tongue to the head of her uncle's prick and then slowly drew it down toward the base, feeling the veins on its underside throbbing against her oral pressure. Her tongue flicked out, brushing lightly against its collar, just beneath the open come slit. Joe had been right again. There was no reason to close her eyes and attack his prick. It was better and more fun to tease the huge wand, to treat it like a toy.
Her tongue flicked and darted repeatedly from her mouth as if she were a hummingbird gathering nectar from some beautiful orchid. One hand held the base of Joe's cock and with the other she explored the man's balls, cupping them delicately, probing and squeezing gently, learning the secrets of his fascinating body.
A moment later she decided to kiss his balls. Her tongue shot out and moistened the convoluted surface and Jennifer was surprised to feel the scrotal skin shrink away from her. When the sac was dripping with her warm saliva, Jennifer opened her mouth wide and sucked in her uncle's balls, taking care not to let her teeth touch that most vulnerable part of his body.
His tongue was on her clitoris again, pressing hard against the tiny erection. Jennifer felt her passion growing in perfect unison with her uncle's lust. She felt him biting her clitoris, pressing the edges of his strong white teeth to its tip. His prick was comfortably ensconced between her firm tits now as she sucked and licked and dandled the man's balls.
A moment later she decided to work on his prick some more. The heavy rod had sprung free from the cleft between her ripe young tits and was now resting against her cheeks, coating Jennifer's face with her own saliva. She attacked it from the side, fitting the head sideways between her teeth and cheek, and then began to nibble along its edge, using her teeth and lips provocatively.
A constant flow of saliva provided perfect lubrication, flowing down Joe's cock and forming a sticky puddle around his balls and pubic hair. Her tongue twined around the thick member until she reached bottom and then repeated the motion on the other side. Joe's prick was twitching and jumping now and she knew somehow that he wanted to be back inside her sucking mouth.
She pressed her lips together and smiled inwardly as her uncle showed his passion, pushing his hips forward and driving the rod deep into her mouth. She felt comfortable servicing him now. His prick was warm and reassuring. But in the interim her passion had reached the breaking point. She was on the verge of orgasm.
At first she fought against her passion, not wanting their bout of lovemaking to end so quickly. But Jennifer yielded a moment later. There was no need to worry, to be possessive or stingy toward her body. The night was young and when they were done sixty-nining there were many other things they could do.
Her clitoris was fully aroused now, protruding forward to meet Joe's lingual strokes. He had worked his index finger into her cunt and the dual stimulation was impossible to resist. A moan of lust escaped her lips, muffled by the presence of Joe's prick in her mouth but easily audible to her avuncular lover.
Joe reversed his tongue and finger, wanting to get his lips against her cunt before Jennifer came. He delved deep with his tongue, parting the girl's tight labia and then forcing his way into the center of her rapidly contracting vulva. His finger, dripping wet with her pussy juices, slid back and forth over the girl's clitty until she was finally ready to fly.
Jennifer allowed his cock to get away from her and then stopped herself before swallowing it again. In the throes of passion she would have been likely to bite the beloved member and in any case he didn't seem ready to come. She held on tight, feeling a new strength in her thin arms at the onset of her climax.
Her cunt contracted around Joe's tongue and her clitoris swelled further under pressure from his probing index finger. This time Jennifer was not taken by surprise by her orgasm but was able to savor it completely, able to feel her passion building, growing, rising to an uncontrollable crescendo.
"Joe, Joe, Uncle Joe, you're making me come," she moaned. "YES, I'm coming. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH HHHHH, yes, please make me come. OOOOOOOO HHHHHHHH, I never knew it could feel so good. EAT ME OUT. SUCK MY CUNT. Yes, like that. Oh, I'm coming. AAAAAAAA EEEEEEEEIIIIIIII."
Jennifer screamed and then her voice died down to a whisper as she celebrated her climax. She felt her cunt contracting around Joe's tongue. She wanted to pull it from his mouth, keep it trapped inside her box forever. And her clitoris was burning with passion, causing a sea of come to pour out of her quivering vulva.
She came and then came again, bending her head down to work on Joe's cock before her passion had waned completely. She sucked hard as her contractions diminished and her consciousness returned. It was over for now, an orgasm that had drained her completely and bathed her uncle's face in pussy juice.
But she was still aroused, felt her strength returning as she sucked frantically on her uncle's cock. Now it was no longer a toy, but a huge imperious knot of muscle. Her head bobbed up and down, taking in the full seven inches, making loud sloshing noises as she bathed the heavy rod with spit.
Joe's tongue left her pussy but his finger stayed with her, firmly buried in Jennifer's vulva. She squeezed Joe's balls and then dug a fingertip into his asshole, hardly knowing what she was doing. She could taste a little of his come already but that was not enough. She had to feel him explode, had to feel her mouth overflowing with the fruits of his swollen balls.
Her lips rippled around Joe's cock and her tongue cleaved to its burning surface. He was moving with her now, fucking her mouth as hard as he had fucked her cunt the night before. It was hard to handle the thick shaft but it would be over soon. Her mind was blank, her body moving by sexual instinct alone.
And then Joe was coming. His cock stopped moving and rested against her throat. It contracted and she felt her mouth swimming in come. Gulping down the hot juice as quickly as it was produced, Jennifer kept sucking, biting and licking and caressing the spurting cylinder, loving the feel and taste and smell of his come.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH, fuck, I'm coming," Joe shouted. "Yes, darling, right in your mouth. Keep sucking my cock, swallow my come. I'm COMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG."
Lost in a realm of untrammeled desire, Jennifer hardly noticed that her uncle's rod was wilting, losing its thickness and rigidity in her sucking mouth. Finally it slipped away from her and she grabbed at it again, curling her tongue around and drinking in the last droplets of his delicious vital semen.
Afterward they lay together without saying a word. Once or twice Joe caressed her tits but then he seemed to fall asleep beside her. Jennifer looked at him with love and then closed her eyes and tried to rest. But it was impossible. She was young and aroused and full of life. He had to fuck her, no matter how tired he was. She couldn't stop after a single orgasm.
She let a minute or two go by and then reached for her uncle's prick. Her hand worked it over confidently, tickling the underside and stroking the crown. Her fingers tightened around the middle of the shaft and then it began to thicken in her grasp. Joe rolled toward her, his eyes still closed but his body ready to give her what she wanted. She was willing to do all the work for him as long as he would fuck her again.
Joe was now lying flat on his back beside her, which gave Jennifer an idea. She was no longer an innocent little girl but a woman with needs and desires of her own. It was time for her to take a more active role in their lovemaking, to show her uncle that she loved him and was willing to do anything for him in bed.
She climbed carefully on top of her uncle, straddling his broad hips with her long lithe legs. Holding his prick in her left hand she pointed the thick shaft toward her twat, wide open in the position she had assumed. He entered her easily and Jennifer smiled, realizing that he was still at least half asleep.
She parted her labia with her fingers and then lowered her body lightly down onto her uncle's recumbent form. His prick went in deep in the new position, hitting bottom before he had entered her completely. She felt impaled on his cock but this time the sensation turned her on rather than frightening her.
Finally she was able to swallow the full seven inches of the huge cock, able to feel her soaking-wet pubic hair rubbing against Joe's darker tresses. She held the position for a moment and then began to move, lifting her body and then descending once again, slowly getting accustomed to the deep penetration.
For the first time in her life she was acting on her desires, no longer denying the demands of her healthy adolescent body. She loved her uncle more than ever, seeing him tired and passive; felt a sense of maternal protection toward the man. She could feel his pulse inside her, could feel his cock getting even harder as she caressed it with her fluttering, undulating pussy walls.
Jennifer rubbed her tits, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She was getting more comfortable with her own body now, pleased rather than dismayed by her accessions of lust. Even her asshole seemed a source of erotic delight as it was rubbed and tickled by her uncle's pubic hair.
She tightened her cunt around Joe's prick, causing seismic waves of passion to jolt her magnificent young body. It seemed impossible but Joe was still unconscious beneath her. His skin was ruddy and his prick hard as a rock but his eyes remained closed as his niece stared suspiciously down at him.
Jennifer stepped up the pace at that point, balancing her body on her heels so that she could bounce up and down on her uncle's upward-pointing rod. He sprang free of her clinging cunt for a moment, allowing her to trap his cock in her fingers and slide it against the opening of her dripping pussy.
Jennifer rubbed it against her clitoris, wondering why she had never discovered that part of her body on her own. It was incredibly sensitive, swelling and turning brick-red as it filled with blood. Her fingers slipped on Joe's well-lubricated cock but she held it firmly in position, forcing her tiny erect clit directly against its open come slit.
Jennifer's eyes fixed on the mirror directly across the room from her bed. The moon was bright and she could see herself clearly. She was surprised at the transformation that had come over her, the way she had blossomed. She looked sensual, hungry, greedy with lust, no longer a frightened innocent little girl.
Watching herself, her passion mounted, her cunt began to produce an overflow of hot juices. She ground her ass against her uncle's thick waist and her body seemed harder and stronger than his. Her cunt was wide open now and easily able to take in the full length of his prick, caressing it incessantly with her inner membranes, keeping it in a state of perpetual erection.
Jennifer swiveled her hips, making her cunt tighter, loving the way Joe's cock filled it to capacity. Her pussy juice was all over the man now, had wet the sheet beneath their lusting bodies. Her nipples were contracted painfully and her asshole was winking open and shut as she moved closer to orgasm.
Her eyes closed and she noticed that Joe was moving with her, driving his cock slowly and unconsciously up into her waiting quim. It was all she needed to get herself over the verge, but Jennifer decided to come quietly. Waking Joe would break the spell, the magical atmosphere she had worked so hard to create.
She bit into her lower lips as her orgasm began, surprised that she could come again so quickly. But all the signs were there. Her cunt was contracting, her clitoris was on fire. She lowered herself again and kept Joe's prick buried to the hilt inside her, feeling her cunt beginning to void its juices again.
She tasted blood in her mouth as her orgasm progressed. It was almost impossible to hold still and to refrain from screaming her lust out loud. Her head was flung backward now and her eyes were open, the whites showing above her full lower lids. Her entire body shook and quivered with tremors of lust.
A second spasm followed the first and this time Jennifer felt herself collapsing forward, bending down until her tits were rubbing against her uncle's hairy chest. She moaned softly as she felt her body exploding again, her pussy walls tightening spasmodically, fluttering around Joe's slowly thrusting cock.
And then it was over. She felt her lust slipping away, her body becoming torpid and relaxed after a surfeit of lustful satiation. She held her uncle tightly and kissed him gently on the lips. His cock was hard inside her, throbbing more and more rapidly as if he too was about to yield to his passion.
"Don't stop now," Joe whispered into her ear, startling Jennifer if only for a second. "It's all right now, angel, isn't it? Shhhh, don't say anything. I'm going to come too."
Chapter Five
Jennifer was having a good evening. Her boyfriend Robert Hartman had already taken her to dinner and a good movie, and now they were parked in his car along a deserted and quite romantic country lane. Best of all, Bobby was starting to apologize to her for his conduct during their last date.
"I just couldn't believe that you called me," he managed to stutter. "I mean I was ashamed of myself, really down. I wanted to call you but I was too embarrassed."
"It would have been nice to hear from you," Jennifer agreed.
"But how could I call you?" Bobby protested, sincere discomfort paramount in his voice. "It was like I took advantage of you and I didn't think you'd ever want to see me again."
Jennifer smiled as she turned her head away. Bobby's confusion was easy for her to understand. She had, after all, left him angrily after he had extorted a blowjob from her, with the look of a woman who was not coming back. It was fun to let him suffer a little and wonder if she was going to forgive him.
Two nights with Uncle Joe had changed her attitude toward sex, though Jennifer had no intention of telling Bobby anything about her incestuous relationship. But Joe Rochelle had turned her on to fucking and now she could see Bobby's actions in a different light. He had only tried to do what Joe had done, and his failure had been as much her fault as his.
Jennifer had decided to change her sexual venue. Good as her uncle had been in bed she still felt wrong in fucking him. It was strange and abnormal to make it with her family members but only natural to have sex with Robert, who was an attractive young man flatteringly drawn to her.
"Anyway," Bobby continued, moving a little closer to her. "I'm really glad you called and let me take you out. I won't treat you like that again. I swear it."
"It wasn't that terrible," Jennifer answered. She leaned back against the arm that Bob had draped over the front seat of the car. "I was just a little surprised, that's all. It's not as if I were some innocent little virgin or something."
Robert stared at her closely, angry that he couldn't read Jennifer's facial expressions in the darkness of night. The girl had just calmly stated that she was a girl who fucked, and she seemed to like having his arm around her. But he had to make sure, couldn't take a chance on offending her again.
"I guess I thought you were," he explained. "I mean, I'm not usually like that with women. Not experienced women anyway. I could make you really happy, Jennifer, if you give me another chance. We could have a good time tonight."
"Well, I'm not exactly used to making it in a car," Jennifer said, "but I should give you a chance to redeem yourself. No, not up here, silly. Let's go into the back seat."
Her voice was husky, sexy, self-confident and a little condescending. Jennifer opened her door and got out quickly, just as rapidly moved into the rear seat of the black sedan. The front door from which she had exited closed but did not lock, leaving two small lights glowing from under the dashboard.
Robert Hartman was with her in a minute, hardly able to believe his good luck. He had written Jennifer off for lost and she had come back to him voluntarily, though it was hard to recognize the naive little prude he'd taken advantage of in the mature, aggressive girl who now waited for him to kiss her.
Jennifer kept her eyes open as they kissed, happy to see that Bobby was going to take it easy on her this time around. He was a little scared of her and that was all to the good as long as it didn't detract from his performance. He'd have his fun that night but they were going to do it her way.
His tongue slid almost timidly into her mouth, its tip barely noticeable as it passed between her lips. The arms he put around her were trembling slightly. They held the kiss for a long while and then his hands were on her back, groping for the buttons of Jennifer's blue satin blouse.
Jennifer broke the kiss and then began to undress herself. Her fingers were sure and quick, removing and folding the garments and then depositing them neatly onto the front seat. She knew that Bobby was watching her every movement, that he could see her naked body quite well in the glow of the dash lights.
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" she asked. "It's a lot more comfortable if we're both nude, you know."
Bobby's blush was clearly visible but he did not hesitate to follow her advice. In a minute he too was stripped to the skin. He kissed Jennifer again, more boldly this time, and she could feel his stiff prick against her body. The preliminaries were over and it was time for the main bout to begin.
Jennifer sat back against comfortably plush-tufted upholstery and permitted Bobby to explore her gorgeous young body with his hands and mouth. He touched her tits almost reverently and took his hand away from her blonde pubic bush after the briefest contact. It was clear that he felt he was being judged.
Her hand went quickly and accurately down to Bobby's groin until her fingers rested on his erect prick. Jennifer scooped up the tumid organ confidently, laughing inwardly at how frightened she had been of it. Bobby was virile and well hung but still had a way to go before catching up to Uncle Joe in that department.
She parted her naked thighs and allowed Bobby to finger fuck her, but pretended to be interested only in his cock. His finger felt good inside her, hard and warm, sliding easily and soon coated with a patina of her warm pussy juice. He was doing his best to turn her on, going slow and easy the way she liked it.
Her fingers dug into the taut surface of Bobby's prick and then Jennifer slid her fist rapidly up and down, working the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the swollen glans. Bobby drew his breath in with surprise and delight but his finger continued to invade Jennifer's pussy without interruption.
Much as she liked the feel of that thick invading finger, Jennifer soon forsook it. She twisted away from Bobby's embrace and then dropped to her knees on the floor of the car. Still holding the lad's erect prick, Jennifer wedged her body between his thighs until she was in position to start a blowjob.
Her head descended rapidly and in a moment her lips smacked softly against the head of Bobby's cock. Jennifer attacked the stiff rod with her tongue, doubling the agile lingual organ over and wiping it against Bobby's hot skin. Her lips were ringing Bobby's shaft, covering the points of her white teeth.
Bobby sat rigid against the back seat, unable to believe Jennifer's transformation. He had never had sex like this before, had never seen a girl so eager to turn him on, so wild to suck and fondle his stiff cock. She was like a starved animal, a tireless succubus, a sexual madwoman.
Jennifer buried her face against the underside of Bobby's pulsating cock. Her tongue moved slowly toward the glans, sticking to the taut skin, making Bobby writhe above her. He was so easy to turn on, to please, to arouse. And now he seemed just about ready for fucking, ready to serve Jennifer's lust.
Rising from the car floor, Jennifer climbed atop her lover so that her tits were pushed into his face. She reached down for Bobby's cock and then pointed it up at her pussy. Lowering her weight in a single, quick, confident motion, she felt the hard hot cylinder being driven deep into her cunt.
Jennifer pressed her tits against Bobby's chest, wriggled her ass above him, licked at his lips. She was in constant motion inside and out, bouncing up and down on the thick cock that filled her pussy and then massaging that same delicious male organ with ripplings of her inner pussy walls.
"Does that feel good? Do you like that, like being inside my cunt?" she whispered hoarsely. "I love the way your cock feels in my twat, so thick and hard. Mmmmmmmm, yes, it's getting bigger, shove it into me harder. Oh, Bobby, you're so fucking big. Fuck my cunt, Bobby, come on, fuck me."
Bobby remained passive, unable to keep up with the little sex she-devil whose body continued to grate and gyrate against him. His prick was on fire and blood pounded in his ears but he couldn't move with Jennifer, could do nothing but sit beneath the girl and let her work out. At that pace it wasn't going to take the little sexpot long to drive him to an explosion of lust.
The car became hot and fetid with the bodily odors of the two young lovers. Jennifer's body glistened with sweat and she knew that her cunt was working overtime, spilling an endless flow of hot juices around Bobby's cock and into his lap.
She knew that Bobby would come before she was ready, but that was all right, it was nothing to worry about. She had the boy's number now, could get him hot and bothered at a moment's notice. She was beginning to feel wild, dangerous, unpredictable-all the things she had spent a lifetime fighting against.
Bobby finally began to move with his frantically gyrating mistress. He covered Jennifer's hobbling tits with strong hands and then began to drive his hips upward, his cock going deeper than ever into her foreshortened cunt. He stared at Jennifer and could see only the whites of her narrowed eyes.
His prick thumped into her pussy, loudly, wetly, driving both youngsters into a paroxysm of lust. Jennifer screamed as loudly as if she were in the midst of an orgasm but Bobby's voice soon drowned her out. One last thrust and the boy was ready to rocket his wad of come into the bottom of Jennifer's clinging twat.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH HHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHH, yeah, keep moving, keep moving like that," he managed to moan. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that's it, you're making me come. AAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH, yeah, give it to me good. Fuck me, Fuck me, Jennifer. I'm coming now. Fuck it, I'm COMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNNN GGGGGG!!!"
Jennifer could feel each droplet of come as it spattered into her gaping twat. The hot juice bubbled up into her and then splashed out again, spilling all over Bobby's erect prick and spewing balls. She kept moving, not wanting him to lose his hardon, not wanting their fuck to be over so quickly.
But it was over, as she could tell from her lover's rapidly wilting love machine. The remains of Bobby's come soon cooled inside her pussy and coagulated on the pink surface of Jennifer's swollen labia. She sat down beside her lover and gave him a chance to recuperate as she thought out their next fuck.
"I have a really wild idea," she told Bobby. "Are you ready to do something different, really far out?"
"I guess so," Bob Hartman temporized, with new respect for Jennifer's wildness. "What is it, what do you want to do?"
"Well, we're all alone here, right? I mean there's nobody around for miles and miles. We could do it outside the car, right out in the road. Do you want to fuck me there?"
"I don't know," Bob answered. "What's so good about doing it there? Probably be uncomfortable - and cold."
It was a crazy idea but one that Bobby was not about to reject out of hand. He was dying to fuck Jennifer again, dying to sink his cock into that clinging, yielding pussy, and if she wanted to make it in front of the car, or standing on her head, it was all right with him and he was more than willing to oblige her.
But Jennifer did not wait for him to vocalize his agreement. She hopped out of the car, ran around it, and then reached through the front window to illuminate the headlights. Suddenly the blacktop glistened for ten yards in front of the squat black sedan. Just as suddenly, Jennifer walked into the limelight, stood blinded and naked so that her lover could examine her at leisure.
Bobby took a long approved look at the girl. In the cold of night her nipples were standing out almost an inch from the centers of her tits, pink and puckered. Her cunt and thighs were wet with love juice and her hair streamed in the wind. He grabbed an old blanket from under the front seat and went to join her, his prick bobbing before him, getting progressively stiffer.
Bobby blinked as he walked into the circle of bright light, trying to focus his shocked eyes on Jennifer's body. He reached out for the girl, caught air and then exhaled loudly as she threw herself against him. She seemed drunk, feverish, crazed; laughing wildly and begging him to fuck her without delay.
Once the blanket was spread, Jennifer threw herself on top of it. Her body still trembled from the cold but she was hot inside, felt a poignant, yearning fire blazing in her pussy. She pulled Bobby down onto the blanket and went right for his prick, surprised and delighted to find it erect again.
Bobby climbed onto Jennifer's supine body, holding his prick with his right hand and guiding it toward her dripping fuck box. He needed no foreplay or preliminary petting and knew that Jennifer was as aroused. The girl was breathing hard now, her tits quivering enticingly above her heaving chest.
Jennifer moaned aloud as she felt his cock sliding into her pussy again. Her arms went automatically around Bobby's back and her thighs clenched his midsection hard. He was all the way inside her now, undulating and pulling upward against her, wanting to withdraw his prick before slamming it in again.
Jennifer relaxed, knowing she had aroused her lover to the point of madness, to where he would satisfy her screaming sexual demands. He was fucking her hard and fast, violently ramming that thick cock into her moist love chute. And he was going to make her come soon; there could be no doubt about it.
She let her legs relax and caressed Bob's back gently with her fingertips. He was now humping her furiously, his chest pounding, his hips twisting savagely. The light was in their eyes, blinding both youngsters but increasing their passion. Their sexual bond seemed to grow, to take in the world around them. They were fucking and she was ready to come.
Jennifer moved a little, unable to hold still at the onset of her orgasm. The light was pitiless, intensifying her reactions, slowing time down and letting her be aware of her every movement, her every sensation. She was losing consciousness but her body was moving instinctively, sucking Bobby's prick in and holding to it, not letting him withdraw an inch.
As she started to come, Jennifer stared directly into the blazing headlights, whose beams broke up into all the colors of the spectrum. It was an explosion of dazzling color, matching the explosion Jennifer felt in the depths of her pussy. She climaxed quickly and violently beneath her lover's heaving body.
"I'm coming, yes, I'm coming now," she shouted with delight. "That feels so good, Bobby. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, yeah, I knew you could do it to me, I knew it. Shove it in harder. I'm coming again. Yes, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER, I'M COMING. AAAAAAA AAAAAAEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEE!! That was good, Bobby," she told her lover. "Mmmmmmmm, you were so big and hard. You still are. Come on, darling, fuck me some more. I want to feel you coming inside me. Yeah, baby, fill my cunt up, fill it with your come."
Bobby had slowed down for her orgasm, had let the girl slide her cunt along his stiff prick until her passion had erupted. She had been incredible, the most active, sensuous, stimulating girl he had ever been with. His whole body was burning with lust now, and Jennifer's words only added fuel to the fire. He would fuck her, all right, fuck her harder than he'd ever fucked before, slam his prick into her pussy with all his might.
Bobby raised his torso, breaking contact with Jennifer's sweet little titties but driving his prick even deeper into her cunt. He kept himself buried to the hilt and rotated his hips, sloshing around comfortably in Jennifer's come. She was still tight, still clung to his prick as if her life depended on it.
He lifted his hips and pulled his cock from Jennifer's cunt, leaving only the head precariously inserted between her pink labia. Jennifer looked down and saw that her lover's meat was harder and redder than ever, a curved shaft of knotted muscle, a tumid, distended organ ready to explode into her willing body.
Bobby rimmed her with the head of his cock, loving the feel of her narrow slit. Jennifer did not move with him, exhausted from her own climax, willing to let him do the work for himself. But he was turning her on still. She liked the fact that she was evoking such intense passion from her young lover.
Then, suddenly and without warning, Bobby gathered his strength and rammed his prick back into Jennifer's fuck box. He slammed his body down hard and penetrated her in a single, fast, powerful thrust. No sooner had he entered the girl than he pulled out again, eager to repeat the procedure.
Jennifer let him work out, though she felt her own passion waning. Bobby still had a lot to learn about fucking. By going so fast and hard he was giving her no chance to catch up and limiting his own pleasure in the bargain. Uncle Joe would never fuck her like that. He could be violent too, but always at the right time, when she was able to respond to his violence in kind.
Bobby's cock was like a piston, shooting into her pussy over and over, hitting bottom every time. Jennifer was numb inside but found that she was still digging the experience. She had conquered Bobby completely, had succeeded in bewitching the lad, and the sense of power was in itself an erotic feeling.
She moved with Bobby at that point, grinding her ass into the hard surface of the road beneath her. The blanket on which they were fucking was covered with sweat and pussy juice now, was wet and cold beneath her. But her body was warm, heated to life by the heat suffusing from Bobby's throbbing cock.
Jennifer swiveled her hips, not letting Bobby's weight slow her down. She felt strong and sure of herself, able to exert some control over the lusting maniac who was planking her. She tightened her sphincters, forcing him to go a little slower, teasing his cock until it seemed ready to burst.
Bobby panted with every thrust of his swollen cock. He was almost ready to come but couldn't get himself over the verge, couldn't take the final step to his release. His heart pounded behind his ribs and his arm muscles were knotted with tension. His body was numb, all but his throbbing, aching cock.
He turned his head from the light and slammed his cock in harder, trying to make Jennifer stop moving. The girl was like a snake, her body a long, continuous, incessantly moving muscle. Her cunt seemed to have a life and mind of its own as it tormented his prick, caressing it, squeezing it, shrinking away from the thick, thrusting member.
"JENNIFER, I'M COMING, yeah, I'm coming now," he shouted, his face white in the headlights' glow. "Yeah, baby, right in your cunt. I want to come in your cunt. OOOOOOO HHHHHHHH, yeah baby, keep moving, move that sweet ass of yours. I'm coming now, coming again. AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR GGGGGGGG HHHHHHHH."
He came three times, each spasm of lust more violent and protracted than the previous one. His come washed into Jennifer's pussy like the overflow from a flooded river and then spread between their bodies, gluing them together with its sticky film. He collapsed on top of Jennifer as he shot his wad, breathing hard after the most shattering orgasm of his young life.
"We better get back into the car before we die of cold," Jennifer announced calmly. "Come on, sweetheart, you're not going to fuck me again, are you?"
She got up and walked to the car, her ass twitching in the headlights, come running visibly down both slender thighs. Bobby waited a minute before joining her, mesmerized by the girl's beauty and uninhibited sensuality. It was like a dream, but too physical for a dream. Jennifer was real and solid, an animal, a creature of lust. Once again he remembered her as she had been and wondered how the transformation had come about.
"Guess I better take you home now," Bobby told her when they had dressed and were in the front seat again. "My folks get upset if I bring the car in too late. Hey, I'm really happy about what we did tonight. You really surprised me."
"I'm full of surprises," Jennifer teased. "I just didn't know how to act with you before. I suppose I was still growing up then. Well, if we have to go let's do it."
An hour later she was in bed, thinking contentedly about the evening's activities. Bobby would be back for more, there was no question about that in her mind. She had obviously given him a fucking to remember, which meant that he was still hers, that she would remain popular and accepted among her peers.
But did she still want Bobby? It had been fun fucking him, but nothing like her sexual experiences with Uncle Joe. Bobby was alien, different from her, could never understand her as Uncle Joe did. But she was asleep before she could resolve the issue, sunk in a deep dreamless slumber.
Chapter Six
"What can you say about a divorce?" Thomas Rochelle asked Jennifer rhetorically. "It sounds like a clich� to say that Charlene didn't understand me, but that's how it was."
"Didn't understand you," Jennifer repeated. "Not the way other women understand you-you mean, like Marcia."
It was after midday and they were sitting in Thomas's bedroom, a large cube with no more furniture than two chairs, a chest of drawers and an old single bed. Their chairs were close to the window and a breeze ruffled Jennifer's long blonde hair. Her brother sat rigidly while digesting her words.
"What do you mean by that, Jenny? Have you been talking to Marcia? No, it wouldn't be that, but Uncle Joe must have had a little talk with you. And now you know all about us."
Jennifer nodded her head, meeting her brother's prying stare without discomfort. She had come to Thomas to try to talk about her own problems but he stuck to his divorce. And somehow that had led to the very thing she wished to discuss. Like her older brother, Jennifer had wanted to escape their familial sexual relationships. He had gone so far as to get married, but that stratagem had evidently been quite a failure.
"Yes, I know everything," she conceded a moment later. "Joe told me, just like you guessed. I was having trouble with my boyfriend and I talked to him about that too, only it didn't work out like I expected. We ended up ..."
"In bed together," Tom supplied the remainder of sentence. "I'm not surprised, even though I've been away two years. There's no escaping it, Sister, it affects all of us. I don't know if it's something we inherited or grew up with or what."
"But it's wrong," Jennifer insisted. "No matter how good it feels or the crazy arguments Joe gave me, it's plain evil. You're the only other one who deems to see that."
"That's why I tried to escape, I can't take it either. I'd stay away from Marcia for a while and then I'd always come back."
"And I never knew anything about it," Jennifer added bitterly. "Maybe I could have escaped knowing it that young. But you shouldn't blame yourself for everything. From what Joe said, it was mostly Mom's doing. She led you right into it, didn't she?"
Tom turned away from his sister, not wanting her to see his face flushing. Jennifer stared at his profile. Tom looked good. He was suntanned, a little thinner than when he'd left, his red hair cut more stylishly. His features were still boyish and regular. He was the handsomest man in the family.
"It doesn't matter who started it," he resumed. "There are things you don't know about, things I have to guess at. But it all keeps coming back to the same thing. We know it's wrong, but we keep fucking each other-all of us."
Jennifer smiled sympathetically at her brother, seeing that Thomas was close to tears. He had always been sensitive, always kind to her compared to the rest of the family. But had he always felt as he said or was it his divorce that had made his sentiments sound so close to her own?
"Have you slept with Marcia since you're back?"
"No, I've been avoiding her, Tom answered. "But she keeps coming on to me, teasing and taunting me. She knows that I'll give in eventually. And I know she's right"
"Maybe we're the ones who are wrong," Jennifer suggested. "We both have these desires and maybe we should yield to them, just like Joe told me."
"But you don't think that. You're just trying to keep an open mind, trying to find an easy way out."
Jennifer sat in silence. Staring at her brother, she knew that she wanted him, found him irresistibly attractive. In talking together they had become close, and he was the only member of the family who she felt she could trust. It was ironic but true-as they sat there she was getting aroused by her brother.
"We could try it, just you and me," she suggested in a soft voice. "I mean, we feel the same way about things so it wouldn't be like one of us was trying to convert the other."
Tom's head lifted in surprise for a moment making Jennifer think she had played her hand too strongly. But his bright blue eyes had humor in them, and curiosity and desire. All he had to do was get up from his chair and she would be his, although Jennifer was strongly tempted to make the first move herself.
"That's insane," Tom protested unconvincingly. "It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. We should get together and do the very thing we're both trying to escape. It's crazy."
"But it's the only way we'll ever know for sure," Jennifer insisted, her voice caressing and sexy. "Besides, you do find me attractive, I can see that. And I want you, Tom, I want you so badly. I need you. You're the only one who understands me."
Tom seemed riveted to his chair. He leaned his torso toward Jennifer but could not force his legs to move. Jennifer leaned forward as well, until their faces were close together but not close enough for them to kiss. She had to act quickly, before the moment passed, before Tom started complaining again.
"Kiss me, Tom, please kiss me," she whispered. "You don't have to do anything else but kiss me."
Tom finally left his chair. He bent over Jennifer's seated form and took her oval face in both hands, staring deep into her blue eyes. His lips pressed against hers and Jennifer parted her lips, inhaling at the same time to draw his tongue in. She could relax now, knowing they'd gone too far to turn back.
She arose from the uncomfortable wood chair and walked calmly to the bed. Seated on the edge of the mattress, Jennifer began to remove her clothing, starting with her shoes and working quickly up to her jeans, blouse and undergarments. Tom watched her closely, not touching his own clothes for the moment.
Tom stared at his sister as she undressed. She had grown up a great deal in the two years of his absence. Of course he had noticed it already, had been dazzled by her budding adolescent beauty from the first moment he had seen her, but now she was naked before him, her tits jutting out provocatively, her cunt gaping behind a halo of blonde pubic curls.
He struggled out of his clothing, not caring when he broke two buttons from his shirt and jammed the zipper of his pants. He approached Jennifer with eyes staring and his prick standing straight out from his body. Jennifer smiled-he was every bit as virile and well-hung as she expected.
They lay down together on the narrow single bed and Jennifer clung to her brother to keep from falling. They kissed again and this time Jennifer squirmed against him, feeling her nipples get hard and taut against his smooth-muscled chest, sending a chain-reaction of lust through her naked body.
She ran her hands along Tom's body. His muscles were hard and round but buried under his flesh. He was as pale as herself and his red body hair made him seem even lighter. And his prick was hard against her thighs, swollen with blood and come, pulsating and transfusing its heat from Tom's body to hers.
Jennifer reached for her brother's cock, sliding away from Tom and quickly fitting her hand between their bodies. Her fingers closed around the head, drawing a sigh of approval from her brother. The soles of his feet caressed Jennifer's cold instep and his arms moved slowly down toward her firm round ass.
Jennifer moved her hand down her brother's cock, touching and caressing each thick vein on its underside. Tom's right hand slid into the cleft between her snowy buttocks, hot and thick and heavy. His fingertip touched her asshole for a moment and then the bottom of Jennifer's moist pussy.
She squirmed in Tom's strong grip but never lost hold of his rigid cock. Her hand circled its base and then jerked up and down, moving a little faster with each stroke. This time Jennifer had no trouble keeping her mind blank as she made it with one of her male relatives. All her guilt was gone now, vanished somewhere, leaving her free and sensual and totally uninhibited.
Tom's finger glided into her pussy, parting the smooth pink labia and then caressing her vaginal walls. Jennifer tightened her sphincter and then sighed aloud as another finger was pressed against her clitoris. She was hot as a firecracker now, knew she would be ready to fuck in a matter of seconds.
She let Tom finger fuck her for a moment, loving the way one finger would delve deep inside her while the other gently caressed her clitoris, coaxing it playfully from behind its protective hood, and then she pulled away from him, wanting to taste his cock, wanting to feel it passing her puckered lips.
Tom lay flat on his back and Jennifer climbed onto him. She buried her head between chest and neck and covered his skin with hot wet little kisses. Her head moved down slowly, giving her a chance to bite and lick every inch of skin before she could get to Tom's swollen pulsating prick.
"Suck it, suck my cock," Tom whispered urgently. "Please, kiss it, put it in your mouth. Blow me, Jennifer. I want my cock in your mouth; I want to feel you sucking me."
Jennifer obliged at her own pace, circling, zeroing slowly in on Tom's rigid rod. Her tongue was all over his groin, pointed and dripping, moving ceaselessly. Finally he could feel it on the base of his cock, swishing gently and inquisitively across the thickest part of his major penial vein.
Tom jerked his hips upward, hoping to force his prick into his sister's maddening mouth. He had no sex in months, had been putting up with Marcia's temptations, and now, suddenly, he was being turned on by his younger sister, a girl whom he had always thought of as a child-pure and untouchable.
Jennifer ran her tongue up his pulsing cock, following each vein toward the collar of the glans. Her hand moved to the base of Tom's prick, covering his balls in the process. Tom closed his eyes and waited as patiently as he could. She was torturing him and loving every minute of it, forcing him to wait for the blowjob he wanted so desperately. But he" would be in her mouth soon, hot and sensitive and almost ready to climax.
Jennifer slid her body so that Tom's prick went between her breasts. She put one hand on each tit and closed them around her already narrow cleft, squeezing Tom's prick and providing a tight smooth channel for him to pump against. The tip of his rod was close enough to her mouth to lick.
Tom humped, fucking Jennifer's tits and sending the point of his rod between her lips. He wrestled his way upward, not hearing Jennifer giggle at his struggles, and then his cock was in her mouth, past her shining white teeth, pressing her tongue up toward the roof of her gorgeous thick-lipped mouth.
Jennifer started to suck him without delay. This was what she wanted-his rock-hard prick thrusting into her waiting mouth, her lips and tongue working it over lovingly, servicing him, sending his lust rocketing higher and higher. Fucking was going to have to wait awhile as far as she was concerned.
Tom held her by the shoulders, afraid that Jennifer would stop sucking him. She was his now, turning all her erotic talent toward his purposes, sucking Tom's cock as it had never been sucked before, driving him closer and closer to orgasm.
Her head bounced up and down and her mouth took in more of his cock with every sucking motion. Jennifer drooled on her brothers' stiff rod as she laved it with her tongue. She could taste a drop of semen already, could feel him pumping hard against her. He was just where she wanted him-half out of his mind with lust, turned on intensely by the blowjob she was giving him.
Jennifer twisted her body, rubbing her tits against Tom's balls and thighs and her cunt against his knees. Her tongue moved incessantly in her mouth while her lips held his prick tightly. Tom began to pound his hips upward, driving his cock in deep and hard, a sign that he was almost ready to fire his wad.
Jennifer managed to down the full seven inches of her brother's fuckstick. She struggling to keep her lips pressed to his pubic hair but he was moving too fast for her. His prick pulled out of mouth with a loud popping sound, but then he was with her again, thrusting deep behind her softly parted lips.
"I'm going to come," Tom panted. "Suck me off, Jennifer, I'm going to come in your mouth. Mmmmmm, yeah, use your tongue some more, your lips. Blow me, Jennifer, suck my cock."
Jennifer held on to the bucking cock as well as she could, guiding it with both hands into her stationary mouth." Tom was moving easily now, his body covered with sweat as he drove his prick into her throat. One more thrust and he was there, feeling his balls contract beneath his groin, feeling his cock spew out the juices that had been stored up too long.
"JENNIFER, I'M COMING, yeah, keep sucking it," he screamed, "YES, YES, SUCK MY COCK. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH, do it more. Keep sucking. Take it in deeper, all of it. Shit, I'm coming again. I'm COMMMMM IIIII NNNNNNN GGGGGGG!!! I'M COMMMIIIII NNNNNNNN GGGGGGG!!!"
Jennifer felt her mouth being flooded with come, stream after stream of the viscous fluid pouring between her lips. She let the musky juice slosh around her mouth, loving its acrid taste and then letting it trickle slowly down her throat. He kept coming, giving her more and more semen until Jennifer felt that she would drown in the stuff, take it in through her every pore.
Tom's prick stayed hard in her mouth even after his balls had been drained. His head fell back onto the mattress as he tried to catch his breath. He had never been sucked off like that before. Even Marcia, who knew him so well sexually, had never been able to give him an orgasm that insanely powerful.
"I wanted to fuck you, but your mouth felt so good," he said apologetically. "I hope you didn't mind my coming in your mouth. I mean you're so young ..."
"It's happened before," Jennifer answered sharply. "God, that was so great, Tommy. I was a little worried when we started but then it was better than anything I've done. Do you feel bad about it now? Am I going to be miserable tomorrow?"
"I don't know, I just don't know," Tom answered candidly. "I have to ask myself the same damned questions. But we can't stop, Jennifer, we have to go through with it."
"You make it sound like some kind of torture."
"It is, in a way," Tom continued. "I'm so confused now, so unsure of myself. But I know as soon as I touch you again it'll all be all right. Is it like that for you?"
Jennifer nodded. Tom seemed more upset than herself and far more insecure. It was silly for him to ask if she wanted to go on when they hadn't fucked yet. Men could be selfish and thick-skinned, even sensitive, understanding men like Tom. But that fact did nothing to lessen her desire for her brother Tom.
Her back was turned to Tom, but in a moment Jennifer could feel him sliding up against her. His prick was not completely hard at first but it was thick and juicy and wet on her skin. And as Tom predicted, he was getting aroused and relaxed by her presence, his passion excited all over again.
Now Tom was fully erect, his prick burning against her thin skin. He held his prick in one hand and bent it downward until it was held between Jennifer's thighs. Then, with both hands, he lifted the slender blonde and turned her face down on the mattress, ready to enter Jennifer's pussy from behind.
He pulled Jennifer into a kneeling position and took a good look at her before fucking the girl. Her cunt and asshole stood out clearly from the aura of her wet pubic hair, each hole wet and pink and inviting. He guided his prick until its head was against her labia, slowly entering Jennifer's cunt.
Tom went into the girl slowly, enjoying every inch of her smooth wet pussy walls. It seemed impossible but he was intensely turned on again, worried that he would fire his salvo prematurely. But once inside Jennifer's tight, clinging box he was able to get control of his passion for a few moments at least.
Tom stopped moving when he had penetrated her to the hilt. His pubic hair rubbed against Jennifer's sensitive labia and her ass quivered nicely on the skin of his midsection. He circled her slender body with his arms and soon located Jennifer's tits, cupping and caressing them in both exploring hands.
Jennifer twitched her ass back and forth, feeling herself getting steadily wetter inside her cunt. Now Tom was fucking her, drawing his prick halfway out and then thrusting it in again hard. That was just what she needed, that steady pumping, that hard-driving cock probing deeper and deeper into her.
Her nipples hardened under Tom's insistent ministrations. Eventually he abandoned her tits and began to caress Jennifer's lush buttocks with both hands. He separated her cheeks with his strong fingers and then her asshole was gaping before him, tiny and pink and irresistibly puckered.
"What are you doing?" Jennifer asked as she felt his prick moving away from her. His fingers spread her pussy juice from cunt to asshole until the smaller orifice was dripping wet. "Don't stop, Tom, that felt so good. No, you can't do that, not there."
"Just for a minute," Tom told her. "It won't hurt you. I'll stop if it does, I promise. Don't worry-just for a minute."
Jennifer was given no chance to protest as her brother began to take her anal cherry. His prick was against her asshole one minute and plunging into it the next. But he was too big for her. It was impossible for that huge thick tool to fit into her narrow hole. He was going to tear her apart with his prick.
But Tom went slowly, giving her an inch of his prick at a time. He watched as the thick rod disappeared into her narrow bunghole. She was stretching to accommodate him and doing it successfully. Still, it was tempting to rear back and jam his cock up that sweet asshole, make the little sexpot sustain seven inches of hard, quick-thrusting cock in her asshole.
"It's so big," Jennifer moaned, her voice of a frightened child. "Slower, Tom, please go slow. Oh I can't take it, it's too thick. Ooooooooohhhhhh, Tom, please, go easy on me."
Tom worked his cock all the way in, not stopping until he could feel the warm white skin of her buttocks against stomach. He rotated his cock slowly, widening Jennifer and preparing her for the inward thrusts of his restless cock. She was taking it like a real woman, starting to enjoy the new mode of fucking.
He pulled two inches of his prick from Jennifer's tight asshole and then quickly reinserted himself. Jennifer felt herself collapsing forward, but Tom's arm held her up, kept her from pitching headlong onto the mattress. He was surrounding her now, enclosing her in his powerful arms while his prick impaled her asshole. She was helpless beneath him, crouching to bear his weight, unable to move from the pressure of his invading prick.
Tom fucked his sister's asshole slowly, loving the feel of her clinging tissues. It would have been heaven to come in that lovely orifice, but he was starting to hurt her. She was too dry inside and not yet big enough to take him for long. He would have to shoot his wad into her cunt.
Jennifer sighed with relief as she felt the heavy tool evacuating her overloaded asshole. A second later he was hammering at the gates of her pussy again, forcing the thick cylinder between her pink labia. Her cunt was tighter now but wet as ever, welcoming the thrusts of Tom's throbbing cock.
Tom got into her in a single stroke. He fucked the girl hard and fast until she was aroused again and had forgotten her fear at being cornholed. Her juices dripped all over Tom's midsection as he screwed his gorgeous young sister. It was not going to be difficult to bring her to orgasm.
He reached around Jennifer's body and got one finger on her clitoris, stroking and caressing the tiny organ and drawing loud cries of passionate approval in the process. Jennifer felt her passion mounting quickly to the breaking point. He had turned her on by fucking her ass but she hadn't realized it until now, when she was on the verge of an erotic explosion.
Jennifer twisted her body until she had dislodged Tom's finger from her erect clitoris. She wanted to feel nothing but his prick as she came, thrusting all the way into her, pounding against her womb, stretching the yearning tissues of her pussy walls until she was forced to give in and come.
And then her passion was too much for Jennifer. She felt her cunt closing around Tom's cock and then she was moving, clamping down on him, bearing his weight easily. She was burning with passion, gasping and screaming as the juices left her pussy, as one spasm of lust quickly followed another.
"TOM, TOM, YOU DID IT, I'm coming. Yes, I'm coming," she groaned. "Keep fucking me, make me feel good. KEEP FUCKING ME TOM. Yes, that's it. OOOOOOOOOO HHHH HHHH HHHH, I love you, I want you so bad. Yes, fuck me, I'm coming again, keep fucking me. AAAAAAAA EEEEEEE EEEEEEE IIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE IIIIIIIII!!!!"
After Tom had come they lay talking. At first they tried to stay away from the topic that was on their minds, but eventually Jennifer felt that she had to break the ice.
"Well, we ended up doing it, didn't we?" she asked ironically. "We sat here and talked about how crazy they all are and then we did the same thing. We're really something, the two of us."
"They're so thoughtless about it, just like animals, but we love each other. That makes it different, Jennifer, doesn't it?"
"Not that I can see," Jennifer spoke calmly to her brother. "Let's face it. We're no better than they are. Just because you prefer fucking me to fucking Marcia doesn't make you any less crazy or screwed up than her or Mom."
"That's wrong. I can't explain it, can't put it into words, but it's different with us."
"You know, I'm going to talk to Dad about this," Jennifer said a moment later, a distant look on her face. "It's about time he opened up to me. Mostly he never pays me any attention but I think it's time for us to have a heart-to-heart discussion."
"I did the same thing," Tom told her, fearing to meet her eyes. "I went to Mom to have a talk about me and Marcia. And then, well, it was like with you and Uncle Joe."
Jennifer closed her eyes and shrank to one side of the bed. Tom had hinted at that and she had suspected it, but now it was out in the open. He had fucked their mother as well as their sister. And despite his warning, she knew that she would soon have a similar confrontation with her father.
Chapter Seven
Jennifer spent the following day, a Saturday, with her entire family. A picnic had been planned and then cancelled, owing to a cold rainstorm. They had stayed in the house all day and several times Jennifer had felt on the verge of screaming or running headlong out the nearest door.
All day Jennifer's attention had been fixated on her mother. She tried to convince herself that she had misheard her brother, somehow had managed to misinterpret his words. But her mother was making things worse and worse, to the point where Jennifer had to admit to herself that Tom had not been lying.
They had drunk a good deal at lunch; even Jennifer had been induced to drink two bottles of beer. Uncle Joe and her father seemed inebriated to Jennifer, and her mother must have been loaded. She had been coming on to Tom all afternoon, using every excuse to touch and get physical with him.
Jennifer watched her mother's caresses with a mingled sense of horror and relief. It was good to have her suspicions confirmed once and for all, but she was intensely jealous and afraid that she would lose Tom to her mother. Worse of all, she seemed the only one even vaguely bothered by what was going on.
Jennifer tried to read her brother's facial expressions. Was he enjoying his mother's seductive attentions or was he repelled by them? After a while Jennifer was forced to conclude that at the very least Tom was doing nothing to discourage their mother, even if he was not yet responding to her wiles.
As the day wore on conversation became less inhibited. Marcia began to tease their father, Albert, about something and then the conversation had turned to Uncle Joe, and suddenly Jennifer heard her name linked with his. The whole family was laughing at the joke she had missed. Even Thomas was smirking openly.
Jennifer became tongue-tied and unable to respond to digs from her father and sister. She could no longer understand what they were saying about her or why they were smiling. She knew only that she was being humiliated, talked about as a child, as an object of their tolerant laughter.
"I guess some of you find me pretty funny," she managed to interject "Well I don't think it's funny-any of this shit. I've had enough of this. I'm going to my room and tomorrow I'll go somewhere ...and I don't want any of you coming up to talk to me. Leave me alone, I don't want to see you."
At that, Jennifer burst into tears and ran up the staircase to her bedroom. She slammed the door behind her and then flung herself onto the bed, burrowing under the blanket and holding a pillow over her head. She sobbed for ten minutes and then lay silent. She was managing to shut it all out, forget everything that had happened during the miserable day.
Shortly afterward Jennifer fell asleep for four hours. She did not sleep soundly and was woken several times by loud voices from the lower floor. When she woke for good shortly before midnight, the house was dark and she could hear nobody. A quick look outside her bedroom door showed that the rest of her family had packed it in for the night.
Jennifer turned back to her room and then stopped short. She wanted to see her brother, had to see him in fact Too much had happened and she couldn't bear it all alone. And she had to ask him about their mother, had to find out what his reactions had been to the woman's wanton shamelessness.
She heard Tom in Marcia's room, his voice coming clearly through a closed door. Jennifer's eyes went blank as she turned the knob. She opened the door and could not pretend to be surprised at what she saw. Her brother was with Marcia, naked in her bed, and Marcia was equally naked beside him.
"Come on in," Marcia said calmly. "Oh shit, don't just stand there like a wooden Indian. Come, sit on the bed."
Jennifer walked slowly into the room and stood at the foot of her sister's bed. Tom smiled at her but she couldn't tell if he was feeling sheepish or proud of himself.
"I guess this answers the question I was going to ask you," Jennifer muttered. "You know, about Mom. Well I guess I ought to go and leave you alone-all of you."
"Don't be a dope," Marcia told her. "Nobody's mad at you. You were right, you know. There was no reason in the world for you to put up with being teased."
"If you feel that way why did you tease me?"
"But Marcia wasn't teasing you," Tom interrupted. "Or just doing it to go along. She understands you, really she does."
"Oh, cut the understanding shit, will you," Marcia snapped at her brother. "We teased you because you were a convenient target, because you won't do anything to defend yourself."
"What am I supposed to do?" Jennifer demanded. "I can't fight all of you. No, I've always been the outsider. Nobody ever cared about me or tried to find out what I feel."
"Don't get sorry for yourself," Marcia told her. "You chose to be the odd man out around here. Then you went out into the world and it scared you and you want us to kiss you where you hurt."
Jennifer sat down on the edge of the bed, parked herself heavily. Marcia had hit the nail on the head. She had held herself back from her family, had tried to be a living reproach to their incestuous ways. Only she had come to realize that she was part of the family, with the same needs and desires she had spent a lifetime condemning. And that hurt.
"We love you, it's simple as that," Marcia told her, sitting up to throw an arm over Jennifer's shoulders. "It's a hard thing to do but you'll have to learn to live with it."
Jennifer kissed her sister on the lips, not wincing as one of Marcia's hands strayed down to fondle her tits. She climbed willingly into bed, between Tom and Marcia, warmed and soothed by the heat emanating from the warm bodies.
Jennifer felt herself practically falling asleep again. She talked a little with her brother and sister but soon fell silent. She felt Tom's hands slipping her pajamas off, then felt him going for her tits. His fingers were warm, strong, soothing. For a moment she felt like a little girl again.
But then there was another hand on her tits, more slender, the fingers ending in pointed nails. A week ago I wouldn't have believed that this could have happened, Jennifer thought idly. Now she was letting it happen, cooperating fully with her brother and sister, being part of her family once again.
She smiled lazily and let Tom and Marcia turn her on. Their fingers caressed her round tits until her nipples had turned hard and red and puckered. She could smell their breaths and bodies. It was a familiar, strong odor; the fragrance of two bodies after a long bout of mutually agreeable sex.
Marcia's face loomed above her and then they were kissing again, Marcia's tongue delving deep into Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer sucked the long thin tongue happily. Now she could feel one of Tom's hands moving down her body, caressing her midsection and moving closer and closer to her cunt.
She reached behind her body and got a hand on Tom's tumid prick. Her fingers wrapped themselves around the thick, familiar organ, which hardened immediately, thickening perceptibly in her hands. She felt Marcia embracing her tightly, their tits rubbing together in a union of soft shared warmth.
Then Marcia was snaking down along her, wedging her head between Jennifer's sleek hairless thighs. Her tongue darted out into Jennifer's honey pot, sending a shiver of lust through the young girl's body. Jennifer was wet now, her cunt overflowing into her sister's greedy sucking mouth.
Marcia's tongue curled inside Jennifer's pussy, cleaning off the droplets of come. She clasped her hands behind her sister's ass and then stroked the soft buttocks, letting one fingertip penetrate Jennifer's pert pink asshole. She looked up to meet Tom's smile and a wink of complicity passed between them.
Jennifer hardly noticed her brother's presence for the next several minutes. She was being eaten out by her sister, could look down and see Marcia's long tongue easing in and out of her box. And she liked it, liked the feel of that tongue, liked its warmth and sensuality, liked the way it was firing her passion.
Tom made his presence known a moment later. He grabbed Jennifer's right hand and guided it down to his prick, rock-hard now from watching the two girls make love. Jennifer's fingers were cold and weak at first but soon Tom's throbbing cock burst into her consciousness. Her hand tightened around the rigid scepter and began to slide slowly along its full length.
Soon Jennifer was jerking her brother's prick vigorously. She was still intensely turned on by Marcia's oral ministrations, could still feel every stroke of that adroit organ. But she was with her brother as well, able to pay attention to his raging hardon, able to stroke and fondle it with her right hand.
Marcia removed her tongue from Jennifer's cunt, only to go to work on the young blonde's clitoris. Her fingers gently parted Jennifer's dripping pink labia and for a moment her eyes gazed into the vulva she had just tongued so well. She could see Jennifer's clitty clearly, red and pointed and quivering.
Jennifer was delicious, Marcia decided. She was young, responsive, slender and supple. Her cunt was imbued with a delicate fragrance and even her sweat was somehow perfumed. Jennifer's youth and innocence were equally attractive, a spur to Marcia's slowly mounting passion.
Her tongue protruded and its tip touched Jennifer's clit before being rapidly retracted. Jennifer shivered as the lingual organ attacked her again. This time it went around her clitty, circling the supersensitive gland but never touching it, leaving it trembling with unslaked desire.
Marcia assaulted her sister's cunt more directly, pressing her tongue onto Jennifer's clit and leaving it there. She could feel Jennifer's cunt contracting but her fingers continued to hold the pink labia apart, keeping the clitoris exposed to the cunning caresses of her long thin, hard-licking tongue.
Jennifer felt her brother crawling on top of her, shifting her body effortlessly in his short powerful arms until she was flat on her back. His prick was immediately between her tits, hot and hard and heavy. And Marcia was still eating her pussy, rubbing her tongue ceaselessly against Jennifer's clitty.
Jennifer parted her lips and tried to reach her brother's cock. He slid up and down her chest, loving the feel of her soft yielding tits. But he kept moving upward so that the tip of his prick bumped against Marcia's neck and the underside of her jaw at the end of each lusty stroke.
"Let me suck it," Jennifer whispered. "I want it so bad. Come on, Tom, put that big thing into my mouth."
Tom did not have to be told twice. Things were going a lot better than he'd expected once Jennifer had walked into the room. He had been tongue-tied and guilt-ridden but Marcia had saved the day. Now he had both women in bed, two gorgeously sensual sisters, the ultimate union of the Rochelle siblings.
He slid his prick between Jennifer's puckered lips and immediately felt the girl starting to tongue his iron-hard prick. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard and a jolt of electricity surged through Tom's muscular body.
Jennifer surrounded her brother's stocky body with her long slender arms. Her hands clasped his buttocks and she pushed him forward, wanting every inch of his throbbing cock. It bent a little as it penetrated her mouth and then she could feel it against her throat, thicker and harder than it had been the night before, a challenge to her oral abilities.
Jennifer tilted her head forward and fluttered her lips around the huge dong. With a final effort she swallowed the full seven inches, biting gently into the tangle of Tom's brick-red pubic hair. She kept her teeth firmly closed as she continued to suck at and delight her brother's cock.
But she could no longer ignore the pressure of Marcia's tongue. Her older sister was eating Jennifer out furiously, switching each stroke from cunt to clitoris, occasionally working them deep into the blonde's spit-moistened bunghole.
Jennifer closed her thighs around Marcia's neck. She continued to work on Tom's cock with every possible combination of her lips, teeth and tongue but she was starting to come now, was overwhelmed by her passion. Marcia was driving her insane, making her come before she was prepared to.
Now Marcia had two fingers in her cunt, driving in and out rapidly. Her tongue crushed Jennifer's clitoris against her labia, and then suddenly she reversed the position. One finger stroked the erect clitty and her lips were pressed to Jennifer's gaping hole, her tongue inserted deep into the palpitating vulva.
Jennifer felt her body starting to explode. Tom was shoving his cock deep into her mouth, his body pounding down heavily on top of her, but now he was banished from her consciousness. All she could feel was her cunt contracting, spurting out its hot fragrant juices, contracting around Marcia's tongue.
"Yes, keep eating my cunt, keep sucking it," she shouted as Tom's prick slid momentarily from between her lips. "Marcia, you're making me come. OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH HHHHHHH OOOOOOOOHHHHH, YES, KEEP DOING IT. AAAAA A AAAAAAAAEEE EEEEE EEEEE OOOOOOOOO HHHHHHHHH!!! Marcia. I'm coming, I'm COMMMM MMMMM IIIII NNNNNNGGGGG."
Marcia lapped up the juices as quickly as Jennifer could produce them and her tongue did not slow down for a minute. As she continued to evoke climaxes from Jennifer's twat. Tom got his prick back into the girl's mouth. Jennifer's orgasm had set him, made him ready to shoot his own wad.
He fucked her mouth furiously, not caring if he made his sister gag as he sought erotic satisfaction. Jennifer's face was red and her lips swollen but now he was ready. He thrust in once more and then left his cock half-inserted in Jennifer's mouth just as the distended rod began to void its fluids.
"Here it comes, baby, right in your mouth," he moaned. "Swallow it, Jennifer, SWALLOW MY COME. Yeah, OOOOOOOOOOO, that's it. AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGG HHHHHHHHHH!! I'm COMMMMM IIIIIII NNNNNNN GGGGGGGGG!!!"
Jennifer felt her mouth flooding with hot juice. Her brother's come was thicker this time and there was much more of it. She felt herself choking and then the come was in her nose. But she would not give up, would not let herself miss a drop of the precious fluids Tom was pumping into her struggling mouth.
His prick started to go soft and that allowed Jennifer to down his come more easily. She licked at the head of his prick and was surprised to feel Tom wince above her. Obviously he was still stimulated. His cock stayed hard in her mouth, sloshing loudly in her spit and his bubbling come.
He drew away from Jennifer a moment later and then left to go to the bathroom. Alone with her sister, Jennifer felt suddenly apprehensive. Marcia had eaten her pussy and now she was obliged to return the favor. She was scared of the unknown, not yet able to make the necessary leap into action.
But Marcia was not to be denied. She stroked Jennifer's tits and then moved her hand to the girl's head, tangling her fingers in Jennifer's soft blonde hair. Her fingers curled around the nape of her sister's neck and then she was pressing downward, her arm too powerful to resist as it guided Jennifer to her pussy.
"But I can't" Jennifer tried to protest. "I mean, I'm just not ready for it yet. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Marcia."
"Just do it," Marcia commanded. "Stop playing the frightened little virgin. Just shut up and put your tongue in my twat."
Her hand lifted from Jennifer's neck and she smiled with deep satisfaction as Jennifer scrambled into position, kneeling between her legs and bending her head low. She felt Jennifer's lips against her moist labia and then the girl's tongue, touching her tentatively but pointing directly into her body.
Jennifer's fears subsided as soon as her tongue made contact with her sister's labia. She was silly to have worried. She loved Marcia and wanted to make her happy, and the way to do that was to lick the girl's pussy, plunge her tongue into that red-haired cunt, which already was wet with passion.
She pressed her lips to Marcia's puffy red labia and then forced her tongue into the woman's tight box. Marcia had a strong taste, sharp and spicy, but she found that she liked it, that it made her own cunt drip with desire. She curled her tongue and rubbed it against Marcia's pussy walls, dedicating herself happily to the task of bringing Marcia to orgasm.
"That's the ticket, honey," Marcia coaxed her. "I knew you could do it. Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, yeah, that's how to do it. Eat my cunt, Sister, eat me and make me come."
Jennifer cupped her hands under Marcia's ass and dug her fingers into the resilient flesh of those plump pink buttocks. She stroked Marcia's perineum and the tip of her index finger played around the opening of Marcia's ripe, puckered bunghole.
"Hey, this is what I like to see," Tom announced as he reentered the room. "Any chance of letting me in on the action?"
Marcia gestured for him to stay away, at least for the moment. She was enjoying Jennifer's lips and tongue too much to expend an iota of her consciousness on anything else. She wanted Tom to be with them, but not yet, not until she had savored her sister's sucking mouth to the fullest extent.
Jennifer worked with a will, knowing that she wouldn't have Marcia to herself for long. Her tongue snaked as far as it would go into that fragrant fuckbox and she pressed one finger into the cleft of Marcia's labia, sliding it up and down until she had caused her clitoris to protrude from its shield.
She held her hands to Marcia's hips, stroking the lush flesh and smooth ruddy skin, but also keeping her sister firmly in position. Marcia was beginning to writhe with passion and it was difficult for Jennifer to keep her tongue in her box, overflowing now with its richly saline secretions.
Jennifer's tongue snaked along her sister's labia until it touched the clitoris, thicker and longer than her own. She licked it eagerly, using just the point of her tongue at first and then rubbing its full length over the sensitive little prong. She couldn't tell if Marcia was ready to come yet.
And then Tom joined them, unable to obey his sister's injunctions any longer. He lay down on the bed and stroked both girls for a while, loving the feel of their plump tits, their long sleek thighs, their hard fleshy asses. His prick sprang to attention as he got into position to fuck his sister Marcia.
He pushed Jennifer away, not caring if he deprived the girl of her pleasure. He climbed right on top of Marcia, prick brandished proudly in his right hand, and then his weight collapse against her torso. His prick glided between her thighs and did not stop as it came up against the wetness of her unparted labia. Then he was inside her, hot and hard and throbbing.
"Don't go away, Jennifer," Marcia managed to get out as Tom's cock began to thump into her supine body. "Here, I'll roll over on my side and you can have me from behind. Come on, Jenny, I want you, I need to have you with me."
As Marcia rolled to the side arm muscles stood out sharply under her freckled skin. She took Tom with her, never letting his prick withdraw a millimeter from her clinging twat. She encircled his stocky body with her thighs and then her body relaxed as she waited for Jennifer to make love to her.
Jennifer stared at her sister's ass for a moment and found it lush, soft and inviting. She curled up behind Marcia's warm body and then held her buttocks apart with her long cool fingers. Her face was soon pressed against the soft pink cheeks and her tongue had no trouble locating the girl's anal aperture.
Marcia's asshole was tight and puckered. Its taste and odor were sharp in a way that turned Jennifer on. The young blonde bent her tongue and forced it in deep. She could feel Tom's prick through the thin layer of flesh that separated Marcia's two lower orifices. It was almost as if were blowing him.
The three Rochelle children tangled their bodies together, rolling and heaving on the over occupied bed. Their arms and legs tangled together and soon it was impossible to tell one hand from the other. All the while, Tom's prick stayed inside Marcia's cunt, hammering away at the clinging orifice. He knew that Marcia was almost ready to fire her salvo. She was wet around his prick, lubricating his path, delightfully easy to fuck
Jennifer also could sense the imminence of her sister's erotic explosion. Marcia's asshole tightened around her tongue and she knew that her cunt was going through similar spasms. Some of Marcia's pussy juice had dripped into her mouth and the flow was getting heavier as Marcia erupted with passion.
"JENNIFER, TOM, I'M COMING, yes, keep fucking me, keep eating my asshole," Marcia panted. "OOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I love you, I love you so much. AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHH, make me come, make me come again, make me come!!"
The three bodies heaved together in the midst of Marcia's orgasm. Jennifer held tight, tonguing her sister's asshole relentlessly. For better or for worse, she had made her commitment to the family and her life would never be the same. She was tired though, unable to think as she drifted into sleep.
Chapter Eight
Jennifer woke early the next morning and decided to fix breakfast for herself and her brother and sister. Her parents and Uncle Joe would sleep late as they always did on Sundays, which was all for the best. She did not want to think too much about them yet, not while she was in such a good mood.
The telephone rang as she mixed pancake batter in the large comfortable kitchen, sounding unnaturally loud in the morning stillness. Jennifer answered the second ring, whispering though nobody was likely to be disturbed by her voice. She did not want to be taken out of the spell that Tom and Marcia had cast.
"Bobby, hello, how are you?" she answered her boyfriend. "No, I was awake, but why did you call so early? Tonight? You want to see me tonight? Yeah, I guess that's okay. Sure, come by and pick me up at six. We'll be done eating by then. Sure I want to go to a movie. Yes, I'll be very glad to see you."
Marcia entered the kitchen a few minutes later. She was surprised to see Jennifer so evidently nervous, staring from the telephone to a sizzling, smoking skillet. She greeted her sister and then Jennifer turned to face her, not trying to hide the conflicting emotions that had her on the rocks.
"Your boyfriend, huh?" Marcia spoke softly as she sat down at the kitchen table, "You don't know if you want to see him."
"What should I do, Marcia?" Jennifer pleaded. "I'm so confused, so fucked up. I like Bobby, I really do. But how can I go to him after last night? What can I tell him?"
"Don't tell him anything," Marcia insisted. "He doesn't give you every detail of his life history. But that's not what's really bothering you. You should see him, Jennifer. You're young and you don't know what you want from life. Just because of what goes on around here-that's no reason not to see him."
Jennifer allowed her sister to soothe her. In half an hour her fears were laid at least temporarily to rest. She didn't have to give Bobby up because she was having sex with her family. She had to experiment, had to find out more about herself. And she did want to see him regardless of her apprehensions.
Her parents left for the evening before Bobby's arrival, though they managed to upset Jennifer with several pointed remarks about her romantic life. Jennifer spent a restless day but after eating with Tom and Marcia found that she was looking forward to her date, was glad that Bobby would meet her brother and sister.
The meeting went quite well. Bobby was obviously impressed with Marcia, paying enough attention to her to make Jennifer jealous. He hit it off well with Tom immediately and ended up staying almost an hour before escorting Jennifer to his car. He complimented her family as they sped to the drive-in theater, erasing the last of Jennifer's doubts and fears.
They pulled into the lot and found a parking space in a reasonably secluded sector. Jennifer opened her door and got into the back seat, waiting a minute for Bobby to join her. The movie had started already but neither youngster was particularly interested in it, watching it only sporadically.
"I'm really glad to see you again," Bobby told Jennifer. "Sometimes you're kind of distant. I mean you never call me and I never see you in town. What do you do all evening?"
"I guess I spend a lot of time with my family," Jennifer answered, almost laughing at double entendre. "We're very close. That's a nice thing, I think."
"Sure it is," Bobby concurred. "I wish I got along better with my family. We're not close at all. But you do like getting together with me, don't you?"
"Of course I do, darling," Jennifer assured him. "I liked it when you took me to parties but it's even better now when we spend time alone. That's when I like you best."
Bobby slumped in his seat. Jennifer was a hard girl to figure out and he didn't know how much he liked her. Sexually she left nothing to be desired, but she was distant. He could never really get to her, never make her open up. She had been so gay and talkative with her brother and sister, but removed from their presence had put on a mask, built up a wall of defenses.
"Shitty movie," he commented. "Should we sit it out or split for somewhere else? I don't know what time it is but maybe we could catch a late show somewhere downtown."
"No, I like it here," Jennifer insisted. "It's dark and nobody can see us. We can do whatever we want here."
Bobby took the hint without delay. He put one arm around Jennifer's back and then kissed her, darting his tongue into her sweet, fragrant mouth. She responded as usual, sucking his tongue greedily as if she had been starved for sex, grinding up against him ready to be taken.
She seemed hotter than ever to Bobby, almost desperate in the way she was clinging to him. He realized why he distrusted her. She didn't seem to care about him as a person. First he had been her escort and then her stud. She never asked personal questions, didn't seem concerned with his emotions, discouraged him whenever he tried to get serious or personal.
But she was impossible to resist, a hot-pants little sex goddess, by far the best girl he had ever planked. Despite the distance she maintained he felt that he was beginning to understand her and that she was well worth the effort. Still, it would have been better if she were calmer about making love, rather than pulling at his clothes and treating him like a chunk of meat.
He undressed Jennifer as she mangled his clothing, afraid to tell her that he didn't want to be naked in a public movie theater. Jennifer was too wild for those kinds of scruples and it was exciting to be making it with people all around them. He could see her in the light cast by the huge movie screen, could see her tits bulging enticingly, her cunt peeping out from the shadows, her face turned hungrily toward him.
Bob Hartman took Jennifer in his arms and kissed her, pressing his lips passionately against her ripe mouth. She responded as usual, returning his embrace with her surprisingly strong arms and sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. Her tits were warm against his chest, with their nipples beginning to stiffen.
Bob reached down for Jennifer's tits, covering both with his hands. He massaged the firm round globes with his fingers and palms and found it easy to get Jennifer hot and bothered. She was on his lap now, still kissing him, bending his head far backward in an accession of feminine lust.
Her legs were spread apart and Bobby soon worked one hand down her body until it was between those sleek hairless thighs. He felt Jennifer's pussy leaking out of her box and then his finger was inside her body, pushing gently against the opening of her box, stroking and stimulating the moist pink labia.
Jennifer broke the kiss as her lover finger fucked her. She sat fairly quietly for the next few moments and let her passion mount as high as she could stand. Bobby was still stroking her tits with one hand but the other was doing the real work, driving into her cunt repeatedly and irresistibly.
He touched her clitoris, gently passing the tip of his index finger over the hypersensitive little gland. His head bent down and then he was able to get his mouth on Jennifer's tits, sucking the nipples into his mouth in turn. He was erect already, his cock pushing against Jennifer's thighs and ass, showing the young sex-kitten that her lover was almost ready to plank her.
Her hand slid up and down until Bobby was entirely erect. His prick was dark purple now, dark and angry looking, curved in the middle and thickest at the swollen crown. She wanted it in her mouth now, wanted to have that gorgeous cock pulsating between her lips until it was almost ready to explode.
Jennifer jumped off her lover's lap and dropped to the floor of the car. She wedged her sylphlike body between Bobby's heavily muscled thighs and then lowered her head until her face was close to Bobby's erection. Her lips parted and then she took him in, swallowed the first four inches of his meat. Bobby sat back against the rear seat, delighted at the blowjob he was receiving. It didn't seem possible for a fourteen-year-old girl to know so much about sex, especially since she had been completely innocent before their first make-out session, but Jennifer's erotic talents seemed to know no limit.
She bounced her head up and down, taking in more cock with each frenzied stroke. He could feel her servicing the full seven inches of his prick, biting gently into its base and kissing the black tangle of his pubic hair. It would have been easy to come in that sexy mouth but he wanted to fuck Jennifer, wanted to sink his hard cock into her tight little fuckbox.
As if reading her lover's mind, Jennifer took the hint and withdrew her mouth from his stiff cock. She climbed onto Bobby's lap and kissed him full on the lips, plunging her tongue into his surprised mouth. She could feel his prick against her body, hot and hard and urgent, ready to enter her pussy.
She swiveled her body until she was facing Bobby directly and then lifted herself from the thighs. Now her tits were right in Bobby's face and her cunt was poised just above his thick, pulsating hardon. Bobby sucked her tits greedily, distracting Jennifer and making it hard for her to find her target.
She sat down on Bobby's cock, using one hand to spread the lips of her tight young pussy while the other hand was clenching the top of the car's rear seat to keep her in balance. She felt the head of his cock sliding into her pussy, bending slightly from the cramped, constricted position they had landed in.
Jennifer lowered her body a little more until she could feel the full length of Bobby's prick inside her. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him away from the seat. Bobby thrust his hips upward, delighting Jennifer as he probed deeper into her quivering vaginal walls.
Jennifer moved with him, straining her body as if doing a gym exercise. She was lithe and agile as she bounced up and down on her lover's cock, feeling all seven inches soothing and stimulating her burning twat. Her ass came to rest on Bobby's hairy thighs at the end of each movement and her asshole was wide open, stroked and tickled by the wiry growth.
Jennifer settled Onto Bobby's lap, letting him fuck her at his pace. He lifted her with every stroke, twisting his body slowly and relishing the feel of her clinging cunt. Bobby's face was red and sweaty and he seemed to be having trouble breathing, but his body was strong as he drove his cock deep into Jennifer's foreshortened box, strong and hard and virile.
Clamping down with her powerful vaginal sphincters, Jennifer altered the shape of her pussy. She rippled her muscles around Bobby's impaling cock, panting aloud with effort, using every bit of her strength. She too was sweating heavily now, making her body glisten in the pale light.
Bob grabbed her by the hips and lifted the slender blonde away from his body, until his prick had come almost completely out of Jennifer's tightly clinging pussy. His hands whitened from supporting Jennifer's weight. He could feel her pussy juice trickling onto his thighs and pubic hair.
He let Jennifer down slowly, her cunt gaping open and then closing around his prick. He pulled down until their bodies were grinding together and his prick had disappeared into her luscious fuckhole. Her tits were against his chest, hot moist little mounds, caressing him with their fleshy nipples.
He lifted Jennifer again and then crashed her back down onto his lap. He could feel her come spattering around him. She was a fountain of sweet cunt juice, but wet as she was Jennifer remained tight around his prick. Bob knew that he was not going to last long, that he was almost ready to fire his salvo.
Jennifer found it impossible to remain passive while there was a cock thrusting in her pussy. She began to move with her handsome lover, tilting her pelvis to change his angle of penetration, gripping his rod with her rippling pussy walls, bouncing her ass up and down the shaft of his probing rock-hard cock.
They moved in opposite directions and Jennifer felt that huge prick pop up out of her cunt. She rested for a moment, feeling her cunt empty its load of juice onto her hairless thighs. The thick fluid bathed her asshole and then she knew what she wanted, what she could get without having to change things much.
She lowered her body, but this time it was her pert pink bunghole that settled onto the tip of Bob Hartman's hard cock. The tiny aperture was wet inside and out, opened as far as it could go. Bob looked at her in surprise but said nothing. Jennifer had long since proved herself unpredictable and he should have expected that she'd want to be cornholed some night.
Her asshole stretched to take him in and Bobby remained stationary, not wanting to hurt the slender girl above his lusting body. At first Jennifer seemed too tight and he was sure that his thick cock was giving her a great deal of pain. But she would not stop, not until he was in her to the hilt.
He felt Jennifer's asshole stretching, felt his bending cock being forced into her anal aperture. Now he was going in more easily, being pulled in by the sucking motion of her interior muscles. It felt good to be in that slick little crack and he could feel the come welling up from his balls into his prick
Jennifer lifted herself a little and then made it the rest of the way, not stopping until she could feel Bob's coarse pubic hairs on the tender skin of her white buttocks. She was impaled on his prick, filled completely. Her cunt was open against him, wet and hot on the skin of Bob's midsection.
Then Jennifer decided to vary the routine, to have Bobby fuck her cunt and asshole one after the other. She raised herself up and then came down again, tilting her body so that her cunt was able to grab at her lover's stiff, pointed cock. He entered her easily, but only for a single stroke.
Jennifer's hair flew around her as she bounced up and down on her lover's prick. She divided his strokes scrupulously and in an unvarying series. He would drive into her cunt, she would pull up and away and then she would come down again, straining to stuff that huge scepter into her tiny asshole.
All the while her tits rubbed against Bobby's body, driving him insane with passion. He fucked the girl powerfully, shooting his hips up and twisting from the midsection to propel his rod into Jennifer's twin nether orifices. He was dripping with sweat and soaked with come. The car smelled like a whorehouse and the windows had steamed up from condensation of their sweat.
Bobby continued to fuck her and then Jennifer knew she could hold her passion in check no longer. She churned her pussy and then closed her eyes as her contractions began. Her cunt poured its viscous juices out and her tits quivered as she came, and she shouted aloud, her voice echoing in the locked car.
"I'm coming, YES, KEEP STICKING IT INTO ME, GIVE IT TO ME GOOD. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, yeah, that feels so good, do it some more. Do it again, keep fucking me. AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIII!!!!!!"
Bobby pumped harder as Jennifer's climax started. He was almost ready to shoot but he also wanted to prolong Jennifer's pleasure, draw continuing spasms of lust from her tensed body. His prick got thicker inside Jennifer and he knew that he himself would come in another stroke or two.
He rammed his cock in with all his strength, again lifting Jennifer's slender body from his lap. His balls contracted and he could feel the come welling up, forming a temporary reservoir in the tip of his blood-engorged cock. Then he was shooting inside her pussy, filling Jennifer with hot male come.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH HHHHH HHHHH, I'm coming," he shouted. "I'm Cummmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!!!"
Jennifer felt her cunt flooding again, felt Bobby's thick lather mix with her own come juices. She could hardly breathe in the closed car but she loved every minute of it, loved the way Bobby's cock had shot its juices into her cunt, liked the way his come was seeping slowly out of her tired body.
Jennifer dismounted from her lover's body and then sat quietly trying to catch her breath. Bob was a good fuck, but now that things were over she knew that making love with him was not the same as doing it with her brother and sister, or her Uncle Joe. Something was missing in the way he fucked her, something that only her relatives could supply.
She tried to drive the thought from her mind, tried to tell herself that she was happy with Bobby. He was man enough for her, the handsomest and most desirable boy in her school. And she knew how to make him happy, knew how to arouse his lust in a way that would tie Bobby to her indefinitely.
After five minutes had passed, Jennifer decided to go into action again. She was getting nervous sitting with Bobby, wondering what was on her boyfriend's mind. For a moment she had been tempted to tell him more about herself, and the only way to escape the temptation was by losing herself immediately in sex.
She bent over Bobby's body and reached down until her hand had come to rest on the boy's cock. Bobby was flaccid now but he was still wet from her come. She tickled the underside of his prick and then smiled happily as it began to come to life, growing in and thrusting against her clutching hands.
Soon Bobby had raised another hardon. He leaned back against the car seat and waited for Jennifer to service him. He never had to tell her what to do any longer. She always seemed to be one step ahead of him, knowing what he wanted and giving it to him before he had a chance to articulate his desires.
Jennifer stroked her lover's genitalia with both hands, jerking his cock up and down and squeezing his balls tenderly, coaxing Bobby into a state of arousal. When his prick was as hard and thick as it could be, she bent her head down and assaulted the mouth-watering hardon with her tongue and lips.
Her ass stuck straight up in the air as she started to suck Bobby's cock, and her tits were pressed down onto the boy's body. She ringed his cock with her soft thick lips and then sucked it gently, laving its head with her tongue, knowing that she could bring Bobby to orgasm whenever she wanted.
Her tongue moved a little quicker but the spell had lifted and Jennifer was fully aware of what she was doing. She liked Bobby and wanted to give him pleasure by blowing him, but at the same time she didn't want him, was thinking about the pleasures she had received from her various family members.
Jennifer forced her head down, determined to give Bobby the best blowjob of his life, despite her growing anxiety. She gagged on his cock but then took in more of it, not stopping until she was kissing his pubic skin. She had seven inches of hot cock throbbing in her mouth-everything she could have wanted.
Her tongue danced over the surface of the thick scepter, dawdling over every bump and excrescence. She pulled her hair back from her face and threw it over one shoulder in case Bobby wanted to watch her eating his meat. She could taste a few drops of come in her mouth and knew that he was almost there.
Bobby reached down to hold her head in position. He could not stand it when she sucked him off so violently, superseding his passion with her own limitless lust. He pressed hard on the nape of her neck and Jennifer stopped moving, but her lips and tongue continued to drive him to the point of explosion.
He lifted his hips upward, shooting his cock deep into Jennifer's throat. She seemed to like it, smiling up at her lover as if to tell him to continue being rough with her. He felt his cock swelling with come, huge globules of jism that made him long for release. His passion had reached the flashpoint now and he was ready to empty his cock into Jennifer's waiting mouth.
A few more strokes and he was there, looking away from Jennifer's gleeful face. His cock contracted and then sent a stream of hot frothing come between Jennifer's lips. Then it exploded again, sending more come down her throat, proving to Jennifer that she had not forgotten how to turn him on.
"I'm going to come," he shouted. "Yeah, I'm going to come in your mouth. Ooooooooooooooooooo shit, don't move, keep sucking me off. SUCK MY COCK, JENNIFER, SUCK IT GOOD. Yeah, fuck it, I'm coming again. That's it, baby, all the way into your mouth. AAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEIIIIIIII!!!!"
Jennifer gulped the juices down greedily and kept her head in position long after Bobby's passion had run its course. She licked his cock clean and then rubbed it dry against her pale warm cheeks. A few minutes later the movie had ended and she joined Bobby in dressing quickly, before anyone discovered them.
They drove back to Jennifer's house shortly afterward and Jennifer found that she had almost nothing to say to her lover. For some reason she couldn't stay interested in him, couldn't care for him as she cared for her uncle, brother and sister. She said good night quickly and did not invite Bob into her home.
Chapter Nine
By the time she had reached her father's door Jennifer was calm. She had spent the day by herself, thinking things over until her mind ran in circles. By mid afternoon she had decided to confront her father, the one man who might have answers to the questions that were beginning to obsess her.
She had fought against going to her father at first, but after another hour of fruitless self-questioning Jennifer had come to look forward to seeing Albert. She knocked at his bedroom door sharply and with a sense of relief, knowing that she was unlikely to cry or make a fool of herself.
Albert Rochelle was lying on a tousled double bed as his daughter entered the room. He was shirtless and his pants hung open around his thick midsection. A pair of semifocals rode low on his nose as he studied a newspaper. He seemed tired but comfortable, relaxed yet happy enough to be interrupted.
Jennifer cleared books and magazines from an easy chair and sat down three feet to her father's left. She stared at Albert calmly and realized that for the first time in her life she was not turned off by his sloppiness. Instead she felt a sense of warm familiarity, of trust and affection.
"I guess you know why I came," Jennifer began as her father turned quizzically toward her. "It's not like I can have any secrets around here, so we might as well talk things out."
"You should have talked to me sooner," Albert answered, his voice mild and his face wearing no particular expression.
"How could I? You've never wanted to talk to me, never been interested in me. Do you realize we've never discussed anything important. You've never given me any advice."
"You never asked for any, which I approve of, by the way," Albert corrected his daughter. "In some ways it's best to find things out for yourself. Besides, what girl believes her father?"
"Marcia," Jennifer interjected acidly. "And Tom, too. They both came to you for advice and I'm sure you gave it."
"Jenny, stop working yourself up about this. Your mother and I have wanted to talk things over with you often enough, but we knew you wouldn't listen. You've always disapproved of our ways, even when you were too young to understand them."
"I understand them now, and that's why I came today," Jennifer continued. "It's hard for me to say this but I found out that I'm like the rest of you. Only I don't want to be, or maybe there's another side of me. I mean, I've tried to be happy with my boyfriend but it just hadn't worked."
"It might, it still might," Albert answered. "You never know about these things. You're depressed about your brother's divorce but each of us had his own road to go. It takes time to work these thing out, time to understand them."
Jennifer fell silent and stared at her father again. Everything he had said she had thought of on her own, but it was different hearing it from him. He was experienced, strong, more worldly than herself. And she knew that he was not lying to her, that he had never tried to deceive her in the past.
Nor did he disapprove of her, which was more important yet. She had always felt rejected and unloved, but her father had cared for her, had suffered from their lack of communication. He was looking at her so warmly now, love emanating from him, his eyes sparkling and his mouth beginning to smile.
"I don't understand why I can't care for Bobby," Jennifer broke the silence. "He's nice and he's good to me but I don't feel close to him. I just can't."
"I can understand that, I think I can. But I still want to see Bobby and try to make things word."
"I think you should," Albert told her. "But I think you should give your family the same treatment-in other words, keep an open mind about us, too, and our way of life."
Jennifer looked down at her lap, no longer able to meet her father's gaze. She knew that this would happen, that she would run out of words and then want to make love with him. It had happened and she was ready, calm again, ready to take the final step, ready to end the maddening suspense.
"Any room in there for me?" she asked, smiling. "There always has been, sweetheart," Albert told her.
Jennifer removed her blouse and jeans before joining her father in bed. Albert moved the covers aside, sweeping the newspapers from the mattress. He pulled his pants slowly down his legs and Jennifer saw that he was not wearing any underwear. She sat beside him and smiled as her father put his arms around her shoulders and drew her slowly down onto the mattress.
Jennifer unhooked her bra as her father started to kiss her. The snaps opened and she stretched her arms up gracefully to allow the bra to fall from her breasts. Then her father's mouth was on hers, his thick lips pressed against her, his tongue passing thick and warm into her mouth.
She surrendered to the kiss without hesitation. Her arms encircled Albert's back and she sucked eagerly at his tongue. His prick was hot and thick, but still soft as it rubbed against her red nylon panties. She had to be naked with him, had to remove the last vestiges of her resistance.
Jennifer struggled out of her panties without breaking the kiss. Her hands gripped the waistband and she shimmied her hips as she pulled downward. Then, with a last liberating gesture, Jennifer kicked the panties off her ankles and across the room, smiling as they bounced off the closed door.
Now she was able to pay full attention to her loving father. Albert was stroking her tits, rubbing his huge meaty hands over those lovely ripe globes. His fingers were coarse-skinned but gentle and tender. And his prick was getting harder as it continued to grate against Jennifer's blonde pubic bush.
Albert broke the kiss and lowered his head to his daughter's bosom. She was so beautiful, so young and slender and vulnerable. It had been torture watching her blossom into womanhood without being able to touch her. Now she was his, responding to his caresses, waiting for him to fuck her.
He kissed Jennifer's tits reverently, inhaling deeply and loving her fresh bodily odor. His tongue swished across the pert little mounds and then sought out Jennifer's nipples, bright pink on their creamy white background. Jennifer was motionless beneath him, but he knew she was no longer frightened or nervous. She had joined the family, come to him after so many lonely years.
He sucked one pink nipple into his mouth, kneading it with his lips and using his tongue to bathe it with saliva. His prick was fully erect now, poised a few inches above Jennifer's supine body, bursting with blood and come. But it was not time to fuck her yet, hard as it would be to wait.
Jennifer's eyelids descended. She felt a warm lassitude throughout her adolescent body. It was heaven to be with her father, to have him making love to her. He was strong and gentle and he wanted her so badly. No other man could ever desire her like that, no man in the whole wide world.
His tongue soon brought her nipples to a state of tautness and then Jennifer responded, throwing her arms around her father's broad, thick back. Her wrists crossed on his neck and she held his head against her bosom. He was arousing her now, making her tight pussy water with anticipation.
Albert caressed his daughter's thighs, ruffling the fine down that covered their skin. His hand rested against Jennifer's pussy and came away wet and fragrant. Then he gripped her mound strongly, compressing it between his square fingers and causing her labia to come slowly and wetly apart.
His index finger penetrated Jennifer's twat and his thumb covered her clitoris completely. Jennifer shot her breath out audibly as shock wave of electricity racked her body. He had just begun to touch her, yet she felt she came on the spot. She had never been turned on like this before, had never felt her body dissolve in such a maelstrom of desire.
A moment later, Jennifer reached for her father's prick. Her hand moved automatically down his body and then her fingers closed around the thick purple glans. Albert continued to frig her but his body stiffened for a moment. He too felt himself moving perilously close to orgasm.
Jennifer jerked him off slowly. Her touch was light but her moved confidently. Her father was hard as a rock, his cock not especially long but thicker than any organ she had ever handled. Thick at the base, it curved inward at one point and then widened slowly up to the enormously distended crown.
Her father's finger went deeper into Jennifer's cunt, but for the last time. A moment later he had shifted his position until his face was poised above her cunt. Jennifer's legs gaped invitingly and he could see the delicate pinkness of her exposed labia, glistening with tiny droplets of come.
He plunged his tongue into her immediately and his prick jerked in Jennifer's hand as he tasted the girl's fragrant secretions. His tongue slid as far as it could go into that narrow slit while his hands surrounded Jennifer's pert little ass, lifting her from the mattress to move her closer to his mouth.
Jennifer guided his prick into her waiting mouth. She closed her lips around the head and then sucked inward. Albert's body descended upon her and his prick sank deeper into her mouth. She was full of cock now, her jaw and lips straining to take him in. But Jennifer wanted her father's cock, wanted every inch of it buried deep in her throat, hot and bursting with come.
She let Albert's prick slide away from her and then grabbed it strongly with her right hand. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth as she began to lick it, tasting her own saliva as she teased and caressed the distended tube. She was aware of her own body again, aware that she needed to be fucked.
Albert licked his daughter's clitoris until she was squirming beneath him, her teeth digging into his cock. His tongue plunged once more into her vulva and then he drew his head away. He too was ready to take the final step, to climb on top of his magnificently sensual daughter and have her at long last.
Jennifer kept her eyes open as he mounted her. Her legs were spread wide and her pelvis was tilted forward. Her arms lay at her sides, slender and childlike in their thinness. Her tits were soon crushed under her father's chest, the nipples tickled provocatively by his vast growth of body hair.
His prick rested against her twat and Jennifer reached down to guide it home. It was hard to get the thick head between her tight labia but she did it without complaint. She drew Albert's cock into her slowly, feeling and hearing it slosh around in her juices. And then he was pushing it into her, easing the last two inches into the warm citadel of her waiting quim.
Albert put his elbows into the mattress and then caressed his daughter's face with both hands. His prick stayed motionless, buried in her twat and filling Jennifer completely. His hands were amazingly gentle on her flushed cheeks but his cock throbbed like a bellows in her dripping cunt.
Albert traced his daughter's features with the tips of his thick square fingers. He was discovering her, knowing her for the first time. She was well worth the wait, the most beautiful of his children and as sensual and uninhibited as the rest of their lusting family unit.
Jennifer tightened her cunt around Albert's prick, making sure not to move the rest of her body. Her sphincters closed slowly, testing and weighing the thick cylinder inside her twat. She could feel her father's pulse as if it were her own as his cock and heart raced in his body above her.
Albert moved his hands from her face, placing them carefully under the small of Jennifer's back. He lifted his body from the hips and then lowered it again, letting more of his weight come to bear on Jennifer's slender body. He knew now that she could take anything he chose to give her, that she was waiting eagerly for him to step up the tempo of their lovemaking.
She felt his prick draw away from her, pulling at her labia and pointing upward inside her. Then it moved in again and she could feel her inner tissues spreading to accommodate it. Jennifer relaxed her cunt muscles and yielded to her father completely, wanting nothing more than to lie there and be fucked by him.
Albert pumped his hips faster, feeling his passion creeping up on him, a lust that could not be withstood. His daughter's cunt was wet and fantastically tight. And she was beginning to move with him, grinding her ass into the mattress, shimmying her hips, rubbing her tits on his hairy chest.
His prick splashed into the overflow of Jennifer's fluids but she needed every drop of her cunt honey to lubricate Albert's swollen cock. Jennifer looked up and started as she saw her father's body. His muscles were clenched and stood out in sharp relief from his body. He was powerful, masterful, the man she had needed without letting herself know it.
Now he was inside her, pumping into her pussy. She reached up and kissed him, then trailed her tongue down Albert's thick neck and shoulders. Her fingernails dug into his back, firing his passion higher. She wanted him to be rough with her, to give her his passion raw and hard.
Jennifer felt her body starting to explode. It was too much for her; she had lost control of herself completely. She squeezed her father's torso hard enough to let him know what she was going through and then her arms relaxed. She was coming now and all sensation was localized in her cunt and erect clitoris.
She contracted once and heard her come gurgling in the depths of her filled pussy. A second contraction followed quickly, wiping out her consciousness, dissolving Jennifer into a wave of passion and fulfillment. She could not tell how many times she came or when her orgasm had ended.
"DADDY, DADDY, I'M COMING," she shouted in her delirium of incestuous passion.
"Keep fucking me, I need you, I love you so much. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, daddy, Daddy, please keep fucking me. Oh, yes, I love you, I love the way you're fucking me. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, make it happen again, Daddy. AAAAAAAAAAA EEEEEEE IIIIIIIIIIII."
The steady pounding of her father's prick brought Jennifer back to her senses. She was moving with him again even though her limbs were aching and exhausted. His prick was moving ever faster and his strokes were nailing her to the mattress. Again he seemed too huge for her tight little snatch.
Albert's face contorted with lust as he felt the onset of his climax. His upper body writhed against his daughter until Jennifer could hardly breathe and hips crashed into her with growing power. His prick was dark purple now, its head an agonizing ball of enflamed sensuality.
He thrust in once more and then felt his cock erupting. His come splashed into the back of Jennifer's canal and then sloshed out again in a second, adding to the lubrications of the pussy juice. He exploded again, his cock swelling and closing like a huge bladder in the tight chamber of Jennifer's snatch.
"Jennifer, don't move, I'm coming." he moaned. "Yes, I'm coming in your cunt. AAAAAAAAAAAA RRRRRRRRR GGGGGGGGGHHHHHH, it's happening, I'm coming again. OOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOO HHHHHH shit, can't stop. No, hold still. Let me fuck, let me come in your cunt. I'm COMMMMMMM MMMM IIIIIIIIII NNNNNNN GGGGGGGG."
A moment later he let his body rest on his daughter's lithe form and felt his cock slipping from her still-clinging pussy. Jennifer turned her body and curled up beside him, a little girl again, wanting to be protected and soothed after the shattering experience of their first fuck.
"It was good, wasn't it?" he whispered, stroking her long blonde hair. Do you feel better about things now?"
"Yes, you know I do," Jennifer said with a soft smile. "I could lie like this forever-it's almost better than fucking. I'm sorry I waited so long to come to you, Daddy."
Albert did not bother to answer his daughter, letting her know that it was not necessary to apologize. He cradled her between his arm and body and ran his hand over her curved, dimpled back. Her cunt was warm and wet against the side of this thigh, reminding him how good it had tasted.
He waited a minute before moving to eat his daughter's pussy. Things had turned out well but he had not acted with particular distinction. Jennifer's charges had been well-founded; he had neglected her for too many years. Fortunately, she was still young and there was time to atone positively for his sins.
He pushed Jennifer gently away from his body and then reversed his position. Father and daughter lay on their sides and then Albert parted Jennifer's thighs with his thick hands. He stared into the blonde tangle and saw her labia again, gaping to him with an invitation he could not refuse. A second later he had protruded his tongue to drink from her chalice.
Jennifer felt her pulse racing as her father's tongue slid into her gaping wet quim. She had been torpid and sleepy a moment ago but now she was firing on all cylinders, her passion coming to a head from his first touch. She felt like crying, though she was happier than she had ever dreamed possible.
His prick was close to her face and she turned her head to lick it, sliding her tongue out of the corner of her thick-lipped mouth. She placed her tongue under the semi-erect rod and lifted it, balancing the huge tube carefully as she conveyed it to her parted lips and waiting mouth.
She felt Albert's prick come to life as quickly as her cunt had been aroused. He stiffened between her lips and expanded like a balloon until her mouth was stuffed with rigid cock. She cradled her father's prick and felt her mouth salivating heavily from the salty fluids that her pussy had produced.
Their bodies licked together in a tangle of passion, always moving, sliding against each other, rocking from side to side. Jennifer felt her clitoris being assaulted as her father's tongue slid from her vulva. The tiny button was already erect and Albert's knowing strokes soon had her at a point of hysterical passion, thinking that she would come a minute later.
She concentrated on Albert's cock, taking the full six inches into her sucking mouth. Her lips whitened and then turned a darker red around his shaft and Jennifer knew that she was pleasing her father. He was beginning to pump his meat into her, loving the feel of her soft thick lips and talented tongue.
Jennifer felt herself sweating profusely. Both windows and the door were shut and the room had filled with odor of lusting bodies. She sighed with relief as her father's tongue reentered her snatch. She could take that a lot easier than having him work on her hypersensitive clitoris.
And then her mouth went slack, opening and letting Albert's cock fall to the mattress. Jennifer's body stiffened in her father's passionate embrace, almost expelling his tongue from the depths of her pussy. Her eyes were staring at the open doorway, at her mother who was standing there under the hall light.
Jennifer struggled out of her father's grip and sat bolt upright on the bed. She tried to speak but then gave it up as hopeless. She had forgotten her mother completely and now the woman had returned calmly to her bedroom. Jennifer sobbed once and then bent her head down as she ran toward the door.
But her mother refused her exit, standing solidly planted on both feet with one arm against the door frame. She caught her daughter with the other arm and then clasped Jennifer to her substantial body. Jennifer struggled for a moment but her mother was too strong. She could not move a muscle, could do nothing to get away from the unwanted interloper.
"Jennifer, get back in here!" Albert told his daughter, speaking sharply to her for the first time that evening. "What the hell do you think you're doing running from your mother?"
"I can't stay here," Jennifer stuttered. "Not with her, not with you ... I'm sorry, Daddy, I love you so much but, no, I have to go. Please let me go to my room."
Jennifer's mother led her daughter back into the room, closing the door with her other hand. Jennifer did not fight her but her body moved stiffly, like an automation. Sonia pushed the girl onto the bed, leaning heavily on Jennifer's shoulders. She looked at her husband, her face lined and somewhat grim.
Jennifer found that she could not talk to nor look at her mother. She had forgotten the woman, left her completely out of the picture. And now it was impossible to hide from herself the fact that she had held back from her mother, too, had refused the love that had lain dormant inside her. She would have to take one last step before integrating herself completely into her family.
Chapter Ten
"I'm sorry. I must be crazy," Jennifer told her mother. It's just that so much has happened to me, and I couldn't take it when you walked in like that."
"It's all right, honey," Sonia spoke soothingly. "I feel a little strange myself. You won't believe this, but I've always been a little scared of you."
Jennifer sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at her mother's candid, open face. They had both been afraid of each other, then had feared the other's disapproval. And all along Jennifer had thought her mother was ignoring her on purpose, rather than being too shy to be open with her.
But it was still difficult to find any love in herself for Sonia Rochelle. They were so different-practically diametrical opposites. There was a close facial resemblance, but Sonia was short and solid, with none of the slender angularity that characterized her daughter's lovely young body.
But it was their temperaments that were most directly opposed. Sonia was talkative, quick-tempered, the type of woman who had to speak her mind at all times. She dramatized everything, loved to play different parts and cast contrary images.
Jennifer had never trusted her mother. The woman had no consistency in her feelings and actions, was as mercurial as a spoiled child. But aside from her other faults, she had never paid attention to her daughter, had made no effort. Jennifer could remember to find out what was on her mind.
"I never understood you," Jennifer admitted. "Even now, there's all kinds of crazy shit going through my head. I don't know-it's not like you've ever been cruel to me."
"No, but you're jealous," Sonia answered gently. "Because you loved your father and felt I was keeping him from you. All girls feel like that-not just in our family."
To Jennifer, that realization was comforting and indisputably true. She had never admitted to herself that she loved her father at all, let alone wanted him sexually. Unconsciously, she had blamed her frustration on her mother. And she could see now that Sonia had never held that against her.
"What do you think I should do about my boyfriend-I asked Dad but I want your opinion, too," Jennifer asked her mother, wanting to change the subject for a while.
"You should go on seeing him if you like him," Sonia responded as if surprised by the question. "I know what you're thinking. Marcia never tried to leave the family. Thomas tried and ended up miserable. You're wondering if it's all kind of a series, where you'll be the last one, the one who makes it out of here. The question is, do you really want to or are you starting to wonder if you wouldn't be better off staying with us."
Before her daughter could answer, Sonia had sat on the bed beside her. Jennifer appreciated the respite and smiled openly to show it. Sonia understood her-that was a fact she could no longer hide from herself. And she understood Sonia, felt close to and attuned with her mother. Perhaps there was love for Sonia in her, now that their affinity had been revealed.
Sonia leaned toward Jennifer and then kissed her, at the same time pulling the girl toward her by the shoulders. Her large, arched mouth covered Jennifer's puckered lips and then made an affectionate smacking sound. She released Jennifer immediately, but her closed over one breast as it pulled away.
"Thanks, that was really nice," Jennifer said as she felt her mood lifting. "It's weird how different things are now. It's all so clear and simple, like somebody lifted a screen for me."
As soon as Jennifer finished speaking she turned to her father. Albert was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, as if he had hardly been listening to their conversation. He looked up at Jennifer, and she could see her eyes reflected in his distended pupils and green irises, a vanishing infinite series of self-images revealed as if for the first time.
She turned back to her mother and embraced her willingly, her naked tits hard against Sonia's blouse. Jennifer kissed Sonia and climbed onto her lap. Sonia had turned the trick for her, had assuaged the last of her worries. She couldn't help feeling attracted to her mother, couldn't help wanting to reward the woman as she had aroused and satisfied her sister before her.
Sonia's blouse came undone and slipped easily from her shoulders, revealing a large pair of heavy, quite firm tits, capped with broad auburn nipples. She slipped her baggy pants off as she kissed her daughter, and she knew that her cunt was wet already, almost as wet as Jennifer's just-fucked snatch.
Naked, she appeared smaller and more feminine to her young daughter. Jennifer ran her fingers down Sonia's torso and smiled dreamily at the smooth richness of her mother's beautiful body. Sonia was mature, ample, muscular, her body fully developed and fully realized-a model of ripe femininity.
Her mouth closed over one of Sonia's nipples, which quickly hardened and contracted from the first touch of her daughter's tongue. Jennifer's eyes lost their focus in the fine-textured skin of her mother's heavy breasts, but she didn't have to see. A rich, warm odor was arising from Sonia's body and filling her nostrils, along with the smell of her own secretions.
Sonia let herself fall slowly backward onto the mattress, taking Jennifer down with her. The slender blonde kept her lips glued to Sonia's tits, flicking her tongue back and forth, not yet satisfied that she had truly turned her mother on, despite the woman's obvious approval of her lovemaking.
Jennifer's right hand moved down Sonia's torso, lingering only for a second on the woman's warm round belly. Her fingers quickly disappeared into the thatch of Sonia's red-brown pubic hair and separated her moist pink labia. Now Jennifer could smell her mother clearly, could fill her nostrils with the savory odor of her mother's cunt, of the womb she had come from.
She worked her finger into the dripping crevice, still kissing Sonia's tits, shaking her head to rub her scalp against Sonia's strong caressing hand.
She worked her probing fingers in deep, feeling Sonia's wet pussy walls almost strangulating her fingers. Her hand was wet now, running with Sonia's juices. Jennifer used another finger to stroke her mother's clitty, circling and pressing against the erect gland until Sonia was moaning with lust. Jennifer's fingers moved quickly as they darted into her mother's fragrant fuck box. She moved her away from Sonia's chest and smiled to see the huge globes bathed almost completely in her warm saliva. Now she knew it; she had turned her mother on and had aroused her own lust in the process.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh, do it more.
Jennifer finger fucked her mother for another moment and then decided to go all the way by eating her pussy. She plunged two fingers deep into Sonia's box and then withdrew them slowly, letting the tips part as they slid away. Sonia remained flat on her back as if knowing exactly what Jennifer had in mind.
It took only a moment for Jennifer to slide down her mother's body. She crouched between Sonia's parted thighs and then bent her head downward until her face was inches from its target. Jennifer's lips parted and her tongue came out from behind her teeth, aimed at the opening of Sonia's twat.
She slid her tongue into the luscious hole and then felt a hand stroking her back. Jennifer assumed at first that it was her mother caressing her, but the hand was hard and broad. Looking up for a second, she could see Albert, her father, looming over their bodies, reaching down to help and encourage her.
Jennifer went back to work, forcing her tongue deep into her mother's quim. She felt her face soaking in Sonia's fragrant secretions and felt Sonia's clitoris pointing against her nose, throbbing as it rubbed repeatedly against her. She wondered how long it would take her to bring Sonia to orgasm
Her eyes closed as Jennifer settled down to a steady pace. Her father's caresses were desultory at first, but soon she could feel his powerful fingers kneading the tender flesh of her pert little ass. Then, just as she had pulled her tongue away from Sonia's clit, she could feel Albert's finger entering her from behind, touching her asshole and then penetrating her cunt.
Jennifer ignored the probing, knowing finger. She reached her own hand upward and rested it between her mother's now heaving tits. Sonia was beginning to move beneath her, lifting her pelvis and sucking Jennifer's tongue in with her vaginal sphincters. She pushed one rounded tit against Jennifer's fingers and her nipples contracted from the sensual contact.
"Yes, do it to my clitoris," Sonia whispered to Jennifer. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, use your tongue some more. Eat my cunt, Jennifer. Come on, shove your tongue into my snatch."
Jennifer divided her attention between cunt and clitoris. Her mother's body was beginning to shake beneath her, its muscles contracting and loosening rhythmically. Her cunt was wide open now, easily accessible, churning out its juices and responding perfectly to Jennifer's tireless oral attentions.
Knowing that her mother would come soon, Jennifer redoubled her efforts. She bit into Sonia's clitoris and then caressed it tenderly with her parted lips. She herself was hot and bothered now, feeling Albert's finger going deeper into her box, feeling her own juices beginning to flow more copiously.
The mattress buckled beneath Jennifer as Albert got into position to fuck his younger daughter. He had been watching the women go at it too long. His prick was rock-hard and standing out from his body and his face was red and puffy. He climbed over both women and then knelt behind Jennifer, staring at her luscious ass for a moment and fondling his own cock as he prepared to slide it into Jennifer's enticing fuckhole.
At first Jennifer was displeased by the intrusion. She was trying to wipe out fourteen years of alienation in a single session of pussy-eating, and Albert's presence could only detract from her performance. But she knew he had a right to fuck her, that he would make her like it before he was through with her.
He guided his prick into Jennifer's cunt and watched with delight as the blonde girl continued to tongue Sonia's dripping cunt. He could see her perfectly, could see deep into Sonia's body. Jennifer was young but she had learned quickly, and would just as quickly learn to make it with both parents together.
His hard cock slid quickly into Jennifer's hole and then he could feel the soft silky skin of her buttocks against his hairy midsection. Albert stayed fully inside his daughter for a moment, loving the whole scene, knowing that the family had changed in a way that could be only for the good.
He began to fuck Jennifer more vigorously just before his wife's orgasm. He could see it happening, having spent twenty-five years fucking the woman. Her body was stiff now, her eyes closed tightly, her muscles clenched in an agony of waiting. And she was breathing hard, starting to talk to Jennifer.
"Jennifer, keep tonguing me, shove it in deeper. Yes, like that, just like that, Sonia moaned. "OOOOOOOOOOOOO HHHHHHHHH, my God, I'm coming again. JENNIFER, MY CLITORIS, SUCK MY CLITTY. Yes, yes, put your tongue back in my twat. AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, I'm coming again. I'm coming, yes, I'm COMMMMM MMMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!"
Jennifer kept her face buried in her mother's groin as Sonia's orgasm ran its course. Her tongue stayed deep in Sonia's pussy as the woman's contractions got progressively more violent, as her pussy walls clung to Jennifer's tongue. Her face and mouth were flooded with come now, as Jennifer received her first dose of her mother's saline, bubbling vaginal secretions.
Sonia's passion subsided gradually in a series of diminishing climaxes. By the time Jennifer allowed herself to rest the woman had come at least five times, on each occasion giving Jennifer another dose of cunt honey. And then Jennifer was aware of her father as his prick continued to ream her tight pussy.
She let her head rest on Sonia's soft warm midsection and then lifted her ass to meet Albert's impassioned strokes. She was more turned on than she'd thought and her passion came on in a rush, leaving the young blonde weak and shaken before she could adjust to the intense pleasure she was feeling.
Albert was holding her hips now, his fingers digging deep into Jennifer's tender flesh. His prick made loud wet noises as it slid in and out of his daughter's box, penetrating her easily now that she was so well lubricated. His balls slapped against her ass as their bodies collided on the huge double bed.
Jennifer reached behind her body, wanting desperately to get at her father's balls. She groped blindly and then found her target, surrounding the pendant sac with her long warm fingers. Albert grunted with pleasure as his daughter reciprocated his caresses, knowing that he would have her coming soon.
Jennifer began to move with her father a moment later. She could feel his hairy skin tickling her asshole but was glad he was sticking to her cunt for the nonce. She was hot and bothered now, grinding her ass into his midsection, wanting that huge prick of Albert's to take her all the way to orgasm.
She could see a shadow falling across her body and realized that somebody else had entered the room. Footsteps sounded behind her, followed by two familiar voices. Tom and Marcia had come to join the familial orgy, probably drawn by Sonia's uninhibited cries of passion that had come a few minutes before.
But the bed held and Jennifer soon found her attention going back to her own body. She slithered and squirmed under her father, not caring which of them came first, wanting only to feel his prick hard and hot inside her. He was fucking her faster now, not entering all the way into her wet pussy.
Jennifer felt herself being slid sideways as her father tried to make room for Tom ND Marcia. His prick stayed in her cunt and she could still feel his skin against her buttocks. When she turned her head to the right she could see her mother kissing Tom, could see Marcia lowering her head to Sonia's tits, could see a second configuration of familial lust forming beside her.
The sight and close presence of her family was too much for Jennifer to take. Her cunt contracted violently around her father's probing cock and she felt herself starting to come. Giving in, she did not fight to delay her climax. It was better to yield, knowing that other delights were in store for her that night.
"DADDY, I'M COMING, yes, I'M COMING AGAIN," Jennifer sighed. "YES FUCK ME, SHOVE YOUR PRICK INTO MY CUNT. I love it Daddy, I love all of you. OOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHH, do it more, make me come again. Yes, it's so hard, so big. Yes, I'm coming again. AAAAA AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR GGGGGGGHHHHHH."
Jennifer flooded her father's cock and balls with her come but her orgasm was over quickly, a single powerful spasm of uninhibited lust. She was surprised to feel Albert's prick being pulled from her pussy, but did not question her father. She lay down on her side on the bed and reached out to stroke Marcia's hair as Marcia was eating their mother's dripping pussy.
Things were quiet and peaceful for Jennifer, if only for a few moments. She could not see her father but sensed that he was standing directly behind her and staring over her shoulder at the others. And now Tom was fucking Marcia from behind, taking the place that Jennifer had so recently had.
But then the trio disengaged their limbs and Jennifer could feel that they were all staring at her. She felt embarrassed and then remembered that she could trust her family and love them without hesitation. And then she know that they had something special in mind to complete her welcome to the family.
Jennifer rolled over onto one side, perfectly willing to take anything they gave her. Albert stayed behind her and waited, watching as Tom took the slender blonde into his arms and pushed his pelvis against her body. His tongue plunged into her mouth just as his prick slid between Jennifer's moist labia.
His tongue penetrated Jennifer's asshole easily. The tiny orifice was open and wet from pussy juice. Albert worked his tongue in deep and felt his prick slapping against his body as he got his first good taste of his daughter's tight bunghole. His prick was burning now, but Albert took his time, knowing that he soon would be hammering it into her from behind.
He lay behind Jennifer, on his left side, and then held both her white buttocks apart with strong fingers. His prick rested against her pink bunghole for a moment and then slid up and down between Jennifer's cheeks. Jennifer clung closer to her brother, knowing and fearing what would happen next.
She felt the head of her father's cock penetrating her asshole. He was huge, thicker and harder than ever, too much for her to take while Tom's cock was filling her pussy to capacity. But she did not fight or ask her father to stop. She trusted him now, was able to abandon herself completely. No matter which way she moved her body she ended up with more cock inside her. She was confused and tentative at first but then began to enjoy the dual penetration. Slowly but surely, Albert and Tom were driving her insane with lust.
Jennifer writhed her agile young body between her two lovers. A moment later she realized that she had more coming to her. Marcia had joined their sweating, heaving, fucking group, had somehow managed to wedge her head between Tom and Jennifer. Her lips were moving from one ripe red nipple to the other.
And then Jennifer reached out for her mother's body, lying only inches away. She stroked blindly but soon managed to get her hand over the woman's auburn bush. Two fingers slid into Sonia's dripping labia, and the circle was complete, moments before the onset of Jennifer's long-awaited climax.
Her cunt was churning out its juices and providing lubrication for both plunging cocks. Jennifer kept her eyes closed as her body began to stiffen She was ready now, could feel her body getting hot and stiff. They had done it to her at last, brought her to the brink of an ultimate sexual experience, to the most powerful climax of Jennifer's life.
Jennifer tried to hold her orgasm back, knowing that something important was happening to her. Her mind had never been so clear; she had never been so certain of herself. She was no longer alone, but an integral part of a love-knit family unit, being turned on to the limit of endurance by her relatives.
She opened her eyes and saw their faces around her, smiling at her passion peacefully and affectionately. Then, as Tom shoved his prick deeper into her cunt, Jennifer lost sight of them again. She felt her cunt contracting and then her asshole, trapping both pricks full-length inside her exploding body.
"I'M COMING, YES, KEEP FUCKING ME. I'm going to come again," Jennifer screamed, her voice loud and high and pure. "Fuck me, eat me, make me come. OOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH HHHHH, I can't stand it anymore. You're killing me. AAAAAAAAAAAAAA, yeah, do it again. AAAA AAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"
Her orgasm began suddenly and continued until Jennifer could hardly breathe. Every muscle in her body was involved, every cell and nerve throbbed with ecstasy. She could smell her own secretions now, could practically taste the lathering flow of saline come that was pouring from her pussy.
Her passion subsided slowly, but Jennifer knew that this was only the beginning. Both pricks were still hard inside her, though she knew that her father would empty his come into her asshole in a matter of seconds. And then Tom would come, and Marcia and Sonia. And then it would be her turn again, to extend her sensuality to the fullest in the confines of her loving family.
Despite her doubts and apprehensions she had come a long way, Jennifer knew, in a very short time. She had been transformed from a stubborn, withdrawn little girl to a sensual uninhibited participant in the family orgies. She had taken the last step, had finally learned to accept her family's love.
She thought about Bobby for a moment, just as the two cocks began to explode simultaneously inside her. It was impossible to tell how things would work out between them, or whether she would want him now. But she would deal with that, would settle the issue her own way eventually.
And there would always be her family, no matter how things went with Jennifer's boyfriend. Mother, father, sister, brother-they all loved her passionately, all wanted to turn her on and teach her about love. That was the main thing now, the only thing that mattered to Jennifer Rochelle.
