Dressed in just a pair of white, transparent panties, eighteen-year-old Susan Poyner sat before the huge dressing mirror in the bedroom she shared with her sister, Peggy. Nervously, she fidgeted her ass against the cold seat of the wooden chair, twisting and squirming. She was trying her damnedest to apply lipstick--pearl-pink in color--to her cutely puckered lips, while Peggy, completely naked, standing behind her, did her the favor of brushing a golden sparkle into her long, silken honey-blonde hair.
Peggy was just a year older than Susan, but her physical attributes, unlike those of her younger sister, had completely matured into rounded and hollowed lusciousness. Her hips were wide--but by no means too wide--and her slender striking shape was made complete by a pair of perky, delectably pink-tipped tits that arched out, firm and high. Peggy's breasts, flawlessly molded, exquisitely lovely, she felt, were her best feature. The flesh there, like the rest of the skin, was sugary smooth, caressable ... suckable. Indeed, Peggy was a real beauty, a sensual beauty with the kind of skin a man wanted to lick, starting at the tips of her toes and working his tongue up to the top of her head, with some very nice pauses along the way ... preferably around the place where her thighs joined. In other words, it was the most graphic way to describe Peggy; she was edible.
Her hair, like Susan's, was a honey-blonde, but just a shade darker. Right now, it was piled into a massive, neat bun atop her head.
"I don't blame you one damn bit for being nervous, Susan," she said. "I'd be so nervous I'd probably wet my panties if I were doing this for the first time."
"Why?" Susan asked, pausing in her shaky application of lipstick.
"Well, to be honest about it, I didn't have a whole lot of fun on that first date of mine. I guess I was just too damned nervous to get screwed or something."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, you know, honey. I was a cherry--a real honest to God virgin--sweet pea, and I just didn't care for the idea of staying that way at all. I had heard all the stories about how great it was when a girl gets a long hard stiff cock up her twat ... if she isn't a cherry, I mean. And you know, everything I had heard was true, too. Oh, don't get me wrong; I just shouldn't have been so ... well, shit, I shouldn't have been so goddamn horny for a fuck, so to speak."
"What happened?" Susan asked, a bit anxiously. She enjoyed hearing her sister tell of those times she had been screwed. It made her all tingly and warm inside, especially between her legs.
"Oh, I got myself fucked, all right. I got myself screwed real good, honey. Only it wasn't good good--know what I mean? I did the things I was supposed to do, like wiggling my ass and bounce it up and down nice and fast; the guy rammed his cock the way he's supposed to do it ... and I screamed my bloody ass off! I had no idea anything could hurt so much, but that sure hurt me! I thought that bastard had split me from asshole to belly button with his big dick! I must have had a hell of a tough cherry to bust ... that's about all I can think of."
"Golly, Peggy ... you're really making me nervous now, talking that way. I don't know if I wanna go on this date at all--now."
"Oh, don't be silly, chicken. Remember, this is a double date: I'll be right there with you. I'll take good care of you, baby."
"But you've already been ... you know, like you said," Susan replied, the hint of pink creeping over her pretty cheeks.
"That experience kept me from getting a stiff one in my snatch for almost a whole month, but I finally got over it. I had to walk with my legs way out there for a few days, but when I got over the soreness, I learned-damn quick what I had been missing all that time. And you'll learn, too, what fun screwing can be, too. But you don't have to learn it all on your very first date, you know. Why, playing can be almost as much fun as the real thing--like handling a big hard-on, holding it in your hands and jerking it. Of course, the guy has to be feeling you up and mess around with your tits and pussy. That way you don't have to be concerned about feeling any pain when you're just fooling around with your hands.
"I've got my come from just jacking a hard cock off and letting him come over my hands, maybe his hand down inside my panties and feeling my pussy--a lot of times. Why, if a boy just rubs me on my twat, I come off like a fire cracker sometimes! It's like I said, Susan, fooling around with your hands can be almost as much fun as getting fucked itself."
"What do you mean by 'fooling' "? Susan asked, innocently.
She had finished with her lipstick, and set the little gold-colored tube on the dresser among a dozen or so other beauty aids, aids that neither girl needed.
"You've got to be kidding me," Peggy said, laughing softly at her sister. "I swear, sometimes you sound more like a little girl of nine or ten than sixteen."
Susan blushed deeply, her cheeks warm, half from embarrassment and half from irritation. Finally, she said: "Can I help if it I'm just a dumb bunny when it comes to things like sex?"
"You sure know the way, all right," Peggy giggled. "But you're goddamned right you can help it! You can set about getting rid of your dumbness; and I'm gonna be the one to help you do just that little old thing. But first, I'm gonna give you a nice body-rub to help get the tension out of you. You don't want your knees knocking so loud that Bobby will think you're some kind of freak, do you?"
"No," Susan said in a small, quiet, almost timid voice.
"Then get that pretty body up on the bed, and lie face down. I'll see if I can work some vitality into your bones."
"I have plenty of vitality," Susan said, pouting a little. "What I need is calmness."
She stood and stepped quickly to the double bed the two girls shared. She sprawled down with her perky breasts pressed into the mattress, her deliciously swelling ass curving sweetly, the warm split between the taut cheeks faintly visible underneath the white of her panties.
Peggy gazed down at the smooth flesh of her sister, then said in a low voice: "Calmness you shall have."
She placed her palms on Susan's back; up high, and began moving them in a slow, somewhat sensual circling pattern, pulling at. the flesh, squeezing it together. The circles became larger in diameter, until finally her hands were around Susan's neck. She paused for a few moments in the rotatory movements to press sensuously into the creamy flesh.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels nice ... so nice and relaxing," Susan murmured, sighing softly. "It's gonna feel much better in a minute," Peggy promised.
Her fingers left Susan's neck and her palms returned to the pleasant task of rubbing along the smooth, creamy back. The circles changed to elipses now, elongated so that her fingertips were regularly coming into contact with the elastic waistband of Susan's bikini panties. Peggy's eyes glowed with a warm pleasure as she watched her hands fondle the pliant flesh, and there was a smile of anticipation on her moist lips. Peggy knew very well what she would be doing in a very short time, and it made her shiver with a tingling excitement.
All ready Peggy could feel the sensitive nipples of, her own breasts growing, swelling, becoming eer more turgid. And the lips of her hair-framed pussy had started to become very moist; it was twitching and pulsating, the lips quite swollen. Even her ass-cheeks felt warm, and her legs trembled slightly with her eagerness. Her fingers hesitated momentarily, then slithered underneath the waistband of her sister's panties. The full, warm flesh of Susan's ass was firm, yet spongy and springy beneath her fingertips. She began to massage the swell of each cheek gently.
"You like this, honey?" Peggy whispered in a husky voice.
"Mmmmm ... " Susan murmured, flexing the cheeks of her luscious ass.
"Come on, lift your ass a little and let me pull these tight panties down a bit."
Susan was thinking how nice and tingly warm it made her feel to have her ass caressed and fondled like this, and she quickly complied with her sister's request.
Slowly, teasing herself more titan she was teasing Susan, Peggy tugged the sheer panties down and then off her sister's hips, exposing the white, sugary expanse of those sweet ass-cheeks. She pulled the panties down until they were turned inside out on the slender thighs.
Now, with Susan's ass fully exposed, Peggy's fingers returned to the pleasurable work of feeling those delicious cheeks. She used one hand on each of the smoothly dimpled cheeks, squeezing and kneading the pliant flesh at first very gently, then becoming more vigorous.
"Ahhh ... Mmmmm, that's wonderful. It feels so good," Susan murmured in a soft, drowsy voice as she wiggled and squirmed her ass against Peggy's moving hands. "It makes me feel so comfortable--almost sleepy."
"Don't you go falling asleep on me," Peggy said, her voice shaky, now, her fingers moving more gently. "You have to be wide awake through all of this or it won't do you any damn good."
"I'll try to stay awake, Peggy, but it feels so good ... it makes me want to just close my eyes and go right to sleep."
"I know it does, but you don't do that, just the same," Peggy said.
She pressed down on the creamy ass-cheeks, pulling them wide apart and easing the fingers of one hand slantwise between them, rubbing. her hand up and down the warm split, probing easily along the pucker of Susan's asshole. Again she parted the swelling cheeks and for just a moment gazed with hot eyes down between them at the pink-brownish asshole. Peggy could see curling, golden threads of her sister's cunt hair just below the tiny asshole. Finally, trying to control her harsh breathing, she caressed the tips of her fingers along the inner smoothness of each cheek, rubbing at the tender, silken-like flesh with easy, unforced movements.
"Ohhhhh, Peggy! That's nice ... it feels awfully good ... but it's naughty!" Susan giggled childishly, but she squirmed her ass into the hand, twisting it in a slow gyration.
"Nothing is naughty, unless hurting someone," Peggy countered. "And I don't believe I'm hurting you, am I?"
"Golly, no!" Susan said, her voice nervously loud.
"I'm glad," Peggy's voice had dropped into a thick whisper as she continued to slide her fingers against the velvet flesh of Susan's inner ass-cheeks, feeling the warmth that was bordering on pure steam. "I wouldn't wanna hurt my own little sister."
Susan didn't notice the strange tone that had crept into Peggy's voice. She noticed only that the hand between her ass-cheeks was making her feel awfully funny--but in a very, very pleasant way. She hunched her ass up a little more so that Peggy could further separate the ass-cheeks to explore more, feel more. The sensations racing through her small, long-legged body was bubbling now, causing her mind to blank out all but those exquisite feelings.
Peggy immediately complied with what Susan wanted, but was unable to ask by voice. She pulled the creamy cheeks wide apart and gazed hotly between them at the delicately tight asshole. Breathing deeply now, her own naked tits rising and falling with bursting excitement, she began to probe at the opening with a fingertip, being very tender, prodding almost playfully.
"Unh ... " Susan groaned. "Ooooo ... you shouldn't be doing that, Peggy. You shouldn't touch me ... there. It's ... it's nasty."
"No, it isn't nasty," Peggy corrected. "It is decent and clean and moral and so very damn good. Pain is nasty, honey. Pain and misery and hunger and death. Those are the only nasty things in this world. What I'm doing for you--to you, that is--isn't nasty in the least."
Peggy poked her teasing fingertip against the sensitive pucker of her sister's asshole again, rubbing it, pleased by the response it caused in Susan's trembling body.
"Ohhhh ... Ahhhhh ... Unh," Susan grunted, shivering almost violently as the sensations swept over her. Her titties had swollen so hard by this time, she thought they would actually burst, and there was deep pulsations between her slim thighs. "Ohhhhh, Golly ... Golly, Peggy. When you touch me there, when you do that to me back there, it feels so strange. It makes me feel, well ... kinds funny all over."
Peggy smiled, then slowly and tenderly inserted her middle finger into the tight asshole, moving it in and out very gently, watching the pink-brown flesh cling to it. "It does?" she asked in a low voice, listening with a growing smile to Susan's grunts of pleasure.
"Gosh, yes!"
Peggy probed in and out of Susan's asshole several more times, each thrust more firmly than before, each thrust a little more deeper. Susan, hardly aware of the depths because of the delicious sensations they produced, rolled and twisted her ass, shaking it from side to side wickedly. "With some girls," Peggy went on, "their asshole is an erogenous zone. I mean, that's where they feel real good at. It certainly seems your asshole is one for you, honey. I know my asshole is one hell of an erogenous zone."
"That's not a zone; it's an exit," Susan murmured, giggling again as she squirmed and writhed her ass against the plunging finger.
"Maybe it is, but it's also one hell of a nice entrance, too, just in case you didn't know that. But you don't have to learn about that, not yet."
"Poke my ass again," Susan whimpered, churning about, her ass twisting cutely. "I like the way it feels, your finger going in and out of it." Her ass moved upwards until her back was bowed, her knees sliding along the sheets of the bed. She waved her naked ass invitingly to her sister, her breath coming now in deep, excited gasps of heated excitement.
Peggy instead pulled her finger from Susan's clutching asshole, then leaned over and pressed her lips to the still squirming, upthrusting ass. She gave her sister's ass a long, moist, open-mouthed kiss. "Most boys enjoy kissing a girl's ass, if it's as pretty as yours. And, most of them enjoy doing what I've been doing to you--among other nice things--when they get all horny and those cocks stand up nice and hard," she said, lifting her face. She gave Susan a solid, playful, slap on the ass.
"Ouch!" Susan yelped, grabbing her ass with both hands and rubbing. "That hurt, goddamn you!"
"The hurt will go away fast enough," Peggy said. "Now ... you just flip over, baby."
"You gonna do me in front, too?" Susan asked in a trembling voice, rolling over onto her back.
"You bet your sweet ass, honey," Peggy said, "This massage has hardly gotten started yet. The best parts are yet to come."
"Mmmrnm," Susan murmured softly. "That sounds kinds suggestive, but nice."
Peggy placed her hands on her sister's shoulders and began to stroke the naked body. "It is going to be nice," she said. "I'm gonna make you feel so nice you won't believe it."
"Oh? How are you gonna do that?"
"You just never mind. Close your eyes like you wanted to before and just try to keep still."
Peggy spent a long time on her sister's shoulders, because she knew quite a bit about muscular tension wound , up there no matter where it originally began. "Her talented fingers easily drew sighs and gurgles of pleasure from Susan, who once again felt like going to sleep.
"That's it, chicken. That's the way . just relax. Just let the good feelings flow through your pretty body."
"You do this real good," Susan whispered lazily. "Where did you learn?"
"Never mind," Peggy said in a voice nearly as soft as the younger girl.
A voice that was soothing, a tone that said relax ... relax ...
Susan moaned as the pleasure doubled. It was so nice, what her sister was doing to her, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing.
She opened her eyes abruptly, a startled expression on her pretty, ovaled face. "What--what are you doing?"
"I'm massaging your titties and nipples," Peggy replied calmly. "Is there anything wrong with that?"
"My titties ... nipples? Ohhhh ... a girl shouldn't touch another girl's nipples!"
"Oh? Why the hell not?"
"Because ... it's ... wrong! Ooooo ... "
"Why is. it wrong, honey?" Peggy asked, her fingers and the palms of her hands still busy, moving about the resilient, arching flesh of the sugary fits, tugging at the nipples that stood up so saucily. "Is it any more wrong than sticking my finger up your asshole?"
"Well, this is ... this is ... it's queer, that's why."
"Queer is one of the words talked about in the American Social book I have for Mister Donnelly's class at school," Peggy said impatiently. "Anti-words, the book calls them} because they don't serve the purpose words are supposed to serve."
"What are you talking about?" Susan asked in a weak voice, squirming beneath Peggy's manipulations.
"Words like extremism, like patriotism, like Republican, Democrat," Peggy explained, still caressing, still feeling of Susan's swollen breasts, twisting and pulling and pinching lightly at the tender nipples. "Those words don't mean what they pretend to mean. It's kinda hard to explain, though."
"It must be, because you're not making a hell of a lot of sense to me."
"Well, take the word 'queer', for example," Peggy said. "What does it mean? What does it really mean?"
"It means ... Ohhhh ... Oooooo ... "
"It doesn't mean that at all, you silly," Peggy joked, giggling, pleased at the way her sister was responding. "It means a guy who likes guys sexually or a girl who likes girls sexually. No ... no, that's what it pretends to mean. What it actually means is someone who's really evil, sexually. Someone who deserves to be put down real bad. And guys and girls who like their own sex aren't necessarily evil and don't necessarily deserve to be put down. So the word 'queer' is an anti-word, like I said."
"Are you ... do you ... I mean, do you like girls that way, Peggy?" Susan asked, her voice coming out shy and hesitant.
"Oh, no. Not for sex," Peggy laughed quickly. "No really, that is."
"Then if you don't, why are you playing with my titties this way. Ohhhh, golly ... golly! That sure does make me alt tingly and everything."'
"I am not playing with your titties. I am simply massaging them. And, besides, I like making you feel so nice and horny. I enjoy seeing you get all steamed up for a fuck. It's a real kick for me."
"It is? You really like seeing me get this way? Why?" Susan asked, spacing her words with small, delighted gasps of pleasure.
"I don't know why, not really. I'm just that way, I guess. Does a person have to have an excuse or reason for everything they enjoy?"
"I wish you'd stop doing that now," Susan said, half-pleading. "It's making me feel funny all down ... down there, between my legs."
"Of course it does," Peggy replied in a soft, slightly throaty voice, squeezing the two tittles a bit harder. "A girl's nipples are one of those erogenous zones I told you about, you know."
"Two erogenous zones," Susan murmured lanquidly again.
"There's more, a whole lot more," Peggy said working her hands now to just below her sister's small breasts and then down over the flat, quivering surface of her stomach.
"You're a hot little cunt, aren't you?" Peggy said, giving Susan a playful punch in the stomach.
"Hey?" Susan complained. "You're not gonna go getting rough with me, are you?"
"You promise to do anything and everything I tell you to do?"
"Yes."
"Good ... then open your legs up real wide."
"Hey ... you're kidding!"
"I'm perfectly serious," Peggy said. "I told you before the fun had hardly gotten started, didn't I? Well ... now it's time for it to go into high gear."
"Oh, no! I won't do that," Susan said with firm conviction.
"Aw, come on, Suzy," Peggy urged.
Her right hand came down and she began to stroke through the patch of golden cunt hair, working through the silk-fine strands that concealed the moist, quivering lips of her sister's pussy.
"Come on, now. There isn't anything for you to be afraid of. Open up these legs nice and wide for me. Let me see what a pretty nest you're hiding between them."
"Ohhhh, golly ... . golly, Peggy, don't do that!" Susan pleaded. "I can't stand it, the way you're touching there!"
"Oh, you can stand it, all right, honey," Peggy assured her as her fingers moved along the slightly hidden clitoris, pressing and rubbing quickly, but not so lightly. The baby-soft pussy flesh was very sensitive now, and Susan shivered from head to toe with ecstasy.
"Ohhhh ... Ahhhh ... wow! Oh, Golly ... golly ... golly!" Susan groaned, her voice ragged, her head twisting from side to side.
"Come on, chicken--open your legs for me," Peggy raged. "Open them up nice and wide and show me your pretty little pussy or ... or I'll drive you out of your fucking mind With my finger right where it is."
"Peggy! Ohhhh, golly ... Peggggyyyyy! Quit that! Please, don't do it any more! Susan begged, her hips twisting frantically. "I can't stand that! Ohhhhh ... oh ... oh ... Oooooooo ... " Her slender hips jerked spasmodically as Peggy's finger rubbed and probed at her inflamed, distended clitoris, her naked ass jerking up and down on the mattress, then gyrating from side to side, then in a tight, short, jerky circle. Susan's breath was now coming in harsh, almost painful, pants, and. she clawed her fingers into the sheets on each side of her trembling body.
"You open your legs and let me see it, and then I'll stop this," Peggy promised.
"Okay! Okay!" Susan wailed, throwing her slim legs as wide as she could, exposing her hair-lined cunt.
"Ahhh, that's my baby," Peggy whispered throatily, .pulling her hand away from the silk-haired cunt now. She gazed steadily and unashamedly down at her sister's pussy, seeing the puffy lips pulsate, moisture beading the fine hairs like a morning dew. It was indeed a lovely little cunt, with that honey-blonde hair framing it prettily. Peggy felt a pleasant ache building stronger in the pit of her stomach, and the insides of her smooth thighs trembled as her own cunt twitched heatedly.
It was obvious to Peggy that she had gotten her sister extremely excited. The pink lips of the youthful pussy were slippery with the seeping juices of her almost overwhelming passion, the juices she had produced with her own fingers. Even the uppermost inner thighs of Susan were moist. She stared down between Susan's thighs, pleased by the cute, curly locks that decorated the small, exquisitely formed petals of her sister's cunt.
"I didn't hurt you, did I, honey?" Peggy asked.
"Oh, no!" Susan said quickly. "It just felt as ... well, so terribly strong, what I was feeling down there."
"But the feeling was good, wasn't it? It was a good sensation, honey?"
"I ... I don't know, not for sure. I've never felt anything like it before, and it kind of scared me for a minute."
"Well, I guess I can understand that," Peggy said. "Haven't you ever made yourself feel good there with your own hands? I mean, haven't you ever played with your pussy before, Susan?"
"Of course," Susan admitted; blushing a bit. "But it never felt that strong, not once."
"That's because you were doing it by. yourself, and it never feels good that way. Even if it is another girl who plays with your cunt, it's much better. With a boy, it would have felt even better than it did."
"Oh, golly, Peggy. I don't think I could ever stand anything much better than what you made me feel."
"Don't be a silly-nilly," Peggy grinned. "You just have to get used to such things. You haven't felt anything, not yet. Besides, it isn't at all difficult to get used to, let me tell you. In fact, it's a real gas. I sort of envy you, you know that?"
"But I thought you said it would hurt."
"Only the first time you get a cock in there. But the times after that ... it's like wowee! And, anyway, it doesn't always hurt the first time. A lot of girls get it off right from the start. They just come and come and come almost immediately."
"They do?"
"They sure as hell do, and I think you're one of those kind. You certainly are one hell of a hot-assed twat!"
"You don't think I'm one of those nymphomaniacs, do you?"
Peggy laughed, then said: "Where did you hear about that?"
"When I was in elementary school, a girl friend of mine found the word on the cover of a book her daddy was reading. She told me about it and since it was such a big word, we looked it up. I didn't understand the meaning then, but I think I do now."
"Well, you're not a nymphomaniac, baby, so you just get that silly shit out of your pretty head. Like I said, you're just a hot piece of pussy, that's all."
"How about you?" Susan asked, curious. "are you a hot one, too?"
"Oh, starting to get nosey, are you?"
"I was just wondering, that's all."
"I guess you could say I'm a damned hot cunt," Peggy said. "Maybe it runs in the family, I don't know. I do know I like getting my share."
"Share of what?"
"Of meat ... cock ... prick, silly," Peggy said, laughing at the sheer innocence of her sister. "I like to get my share of hot, hard cock."
"It's real good, huh?"
"Baby, it's the most! Like I said, I get my share of cock. And I wouldn't want my share of it if it wasn't any good, or fun, now would I?"
"No, I guess not," Peggy conceded.
"The fact is, I get my share plus the share of a few other girls, too, when you kinda average it out," Peggy giggled, then added: "But I don't want to average it out. I prefer the old hard-ons to be thick and long and hard. It's best when they're that way--hard and hot and long."
A voice called from downstairs, breaking into the conversation of the teenaged sisters. "The boys are here now, girls," their mother called.
"Oh, shit! Those bastards are early," Peggy complained. "I wanted to make you come, honey. Goddamn it ... now we'll have to hurry and get our clothes on."
CHAPTER TWO
Hank Collier, just eighteen years old and boyishly good looking, with something of a Latin look, pushed back the long black hair that was always falling across his forehead no matter how much sweet-smelling hair spray he used on it.
"Wow, do you two girls look good! But you sure as hell took your goddamn time, didn't you?" he said, less out of irritation than as an attempt to get a conversation started.
"What are you talking about?" Peggy replied sharply. "You were over half an hour early."
She was still pissed off because she had not been able to finish what she had started with her sister. She had wanted to fondle her sister a bit longer, to stick her finger into her little pussy and fingerfuck her until she was squealing deliriously. Maybe, just maybe--although Peggy had not actually decided on it yet--kiss Susan's sugar-like cunt for her. Well, Not really lick it the way a boy would, but sort of just fool around and kiss a little, that was all. It was something she had given serious consideration to upstairs, and maybe she would have done so if the boys had not arrived when they did.
"Ten lousy minutes, thats all, not half an hour," Hank corrected her. "And me and Bob sat around in your goddamn living room a good half hour. I thought you might have been killed or something . swallowed a bobby-pin or flushed yourselves down the goddamn toilet, both of you. Didn't I say that to you, Bob--that was afraid the girls might be upstairs in death throes?"
Bob, taller by several inches than his brother and at least as good-looking, but only fifteen, pushed his hands deeper into his pockets and pretended he had not heard the question. He felt the length of his cock there next to his hand, touching it lightly with the tips of his fingers.
"Stop the kidding, Hank. Susan and I were downstairs two goddamn minutes after Mom called us," Peggy said.
"Oh, Peggy ... Peggy, what a line of sheer gooseshit you have! Why, when me and Bob here got up--nice, polite gentlemen that we are--to greet you two sweet, innocent mints, we had to push the goddamn spiderwebs off our ass!"
He held open the driver's door of the old rebuilt Corvette and stared wide-eyed at the fascinating scenery that was revealed as the bottom of Peggy's miniskirt hiked up over her thighs, almost to the crotch of her panties, as she climbed into the car. He gave her a brief whistle of appreciation as the winking blonde girl slid quickly over to the passenger side of the seat.
"Now for you two little ones ... " Hank began.
And for the first time he had a good long look at Susan. Repeating his whistle, he said to Peggy, "Hey, this sister of yours is one cute piece, isn't she? How did I ever fail to see that before?"
"I've told her that a zillion times," Peggy said. "But she refuses to believe me."
"Well, I goddamn well believe you," Hank said, staring at Susan's exquisitely pretty, almost cherubic face until the inexperienced girl blushed deeply.
"You wouldn't be trying to make me jealous, would you?" Peggy asked, seeing the interest he had in her sister.
"Aw, no, baby. I'm just being honest about it. I could eat me some of this sweet stuff ... I swear I could!"
The pink flush that had begun to color Susan's cheeks deepened. She wished Hank would stop staring at her so ... so hungrily.
"Hey, you leave my sister alone, you horny bastard," Peggy said. !'Can't you see you're embarrassing her? Besides, just in case you didn't notice it, she's already got a date, and so, by God, do you, for that matter."
"Go ahead, baby doll," Hank said to Susan, tipping the driver's seat forward and holding it for her. "You just wiggle that cute little thing right on in there."
Again his eyes got a chance to play peek-a-boo, and he liked very much what he was seeing. Susan's short skirt came way up high in back, and Hank almost swallowed his tongue as he caught a brief glimpse of Susan's sheer white panties. When Bob started to follow Susan into the car, Hank hit him playfully on the shoulder, "You lucky cock-sucker," he said.
"Where are we heading?" Peggy asked, after Hank had joined them in the car, had the engine fired up and was roaring away from the curb.
"Oh, I don't know," he said in his most man-of-the-world tone of voice. "I thought maybe we'd take in the opera or the ballet. How's that sound?"
"Like I'm going to throw up," Peggy said. "Stop your monkey shit and be serious for a second, will you?"
"We're going to the drive-in, of course," Hank said. "Where else do healthy, red-blooded and damned horny boys and girls like us go to hug and kiss and maybe cop a couple of feels between the popcorn bags?"
"We could go someplace romantic for a change," Peggy suggested. "Somewhere really romantic, since this is the first time my sister and your brother have been on a real date."
"I don't know about your sister, but that brother of mine has been slipping something long and hard to little girls on the sly. Isn't that right, Bob?"
Peggy glanced back at the younger boy, then, returning her gaze to Hank, said: "First you embarrass my little sister and now you embarrass your own brother. Honestly, Hank, don't you have any consideration for anybody's feelings but your own?"
"Shit, baby, you know I do," he replied, leering for a moment at her arching fits. "Don't I always make you feel real good when I've got it in you? I don't believe I've heard many complaints lately."
"That's not what I was talking about and you goddamn well know it, you son of a bitch," Peggy said heatedly. "I was talking about your egotistical thoughtlessness, if you want it put a bit more clearly for that pointy little shit-for-brains of yours."
"Me? Thoughtless? That's what is called a contradiction in terms, lover baby. Why, I'm damned proud to say I am the epitome of thought-fulness."
"Besides, I wasn't trying to embarrass my brother. And I sure as hell wasn't trying to embarrass your sweet little sister. I mean it when I say I could eat her up--and you know where, don't you? And as for my brother, just ask him if he hasn't been sticking that little hard-on of his up the little girls' twats."
Again Peggy glanced into, the rear seat at Bob, and her face took on an almost maternal expression. "You're a virgin, aren't you, Bob; just like Susan?"
"Christ ... talk about thoughtlessness!" Hank said. "You don't go asking a guy if he's a goddamn cherry boy! A question like that could be a hell of a shock all by itself--to a guy, at least. I don't know so much about girls."
"You sure as shit don't, Hank sweets," Peggy said, very sweetly.
"I didn't say I know nothing about girls. I meant that I don't know how a girl would take being asked if she's never had a cock shoved up her snatch before. But I don't think she'd appreciate it very much."
"And just what is wrong with being a virgin? My sister happens to be one, you know, and I like my sister."
"I sort of like your sister, too, baby ... from what I've seen of her so far. And my little sister--who just happens to be as old as you are, by the way--is a virgin, too."
"Are you trying to say I'm an easy piece of ass or something, just because I'm not a virgin?" Peggy asked, her voice becoming angry.
"Hey, hold on just a goddamn minute! Wait up!" Hank said. "This discussion is getting out of hand. I don't remember calling you an easy piece of ass, Peggy."
"Well, it's the same thing."
"Bird turds! Just because my sister is cherry, does that make you an easy screw?"
"You sure as shit emphasized she was cherry and my age, both."
"So?"
"So, you just the same as called me an easy fuck for not being cherry like your goddamn sister, that's so!"
"Whoa ... hold on, baby! I did not do any such goddamn thing!"
"You did so, you smelly asshole!" Peggy said, emphatically. "And I'm telling you to take it all back right now, Hank-mother-fucker-Collier!"
"It's taken back, for Chrissakes! I never said it in the first goddamn place, but I'm willing to take it back just the same to get you off my ass."
"Say it like you really mean it," Peggy demanded.
"Good Lord Almighty, Peggy. What am I supposed to do ... get down on my fucking knees and tell you I didn't think you're an easy poke?"
"Just say it sincerely, that's all I'm asking you to do."
"All right! All right! I don't think you're an easy fuck, and I mean that sincerely. Hell, you're less of an easy fuck than my own virgin sister, anyway. She--"
"Oh, I'm less of a fuck than your sister, am I? But I'm still an easy fuck?"
"Oh, shit! No, no ... goddamn it, Peggy. Now, come on. I didn't mean that at all, and you know it. I was just trying to say how my sister is something of a tramp-and Um ashamed to admit it--even though she is a virgin. Why, you wouldn't believe this, but that cunt even makes hot eyes at me and Bob! Her own blood brothers, yet! I bet she'd spread her legs out if we so much as winked at her!"
Susan, who had been sitting quietly all the time the banter was going on, spoke up: "Isn't one of those names--tramp--one of those words you told me about, Peggy?"
"Now that you mention it, yes, Susan. I guess it is. Matter of fact, it is just because it is one of those words that isn't nice to use when you talk about someone else."
Hank sighted the long entrance to the drive-in theater. He steered the car up the gravel-covered drive, accelerating so that gravel was shot out behind the car. He skidded to a stop at the ticket office and handed a ten-dollar bill to the gray-haired old lady inside.
After receiving his tickets and change, he quickly drove into the drive-in proper and located a parking space in the far, rear row.
Immediately he draped his arm across Peggy's shoulders and tried to pull her closer, his hand on one straining tit, cupping and feeling. He was somewhat surprised to find Peggy resisting.
"Look at you, you horny bastard," she said. "It isn't even dark yet, not enough for the movie to start, and already you're trying to start feeling me up. I told you we were too early."
"Hell, this way we won't miss anything," Hank snorted, grinning broadly. His fingertips located the thin material that concealed Peggy's right nipple. He felt for it, caressing it until the delicate nub swelled into a full, throbbing hardness.
"Stop that," Peggy said, squirming away from him. "Take your goddamn hand off my tit!"
"Aw, come on, baby ... don't be so mean."
"Not until it gets dark, Hank," she said. "Can't you at least wait until it's dark enough so no one can see us."
* * *
Despite what Hank thought about his sister, Sally Collier was most definitely not a virgin, and had not been one since she had been a eighteen-year-old, if somewhat gangly, nymphette.
"You sure the kids are all sound asleep?" Mike Slater asked her almost before he had gotten through the back door of the house where the hot-blooded young red-headed girl was baby sitting.
"They're all asleep," she replied.
"I don't know about this," Mike said nervously. "We could get caught and our asses would swing."
"Who could catch us?" Sally asked, staring at the boy with undisguised desire in her green-flecked eyes. Her gold-green eyes glowed with the sexual fire that she seemed to constantly feel flowing through her slender body, the heat she had always had. Even now, the tips of her hard little breasts were swollen, and her pussy was pulsating in a hungry readiness.
The eighteen-year-old boy looked a great deal like Sally's older brother, Hank. He was short like Hank, maybe a bit shorter. His hair was black and a little too long. His face didn't have that Latin look--Mike looked vaguely European, with his rugged, severe features and his heavily lined forehead--but he was, if not exactly handsome, at least good-looking.
He was beginning to develop a premature inner tube, of fat about his waist, but the inner tube had not yet reached the stage of inflation where it would detract from his overall attractiveness.
Sally, in fact, found it rather cute--that bulge at his waist.
Mainly, though, Sally liked Mike because he looked like her brother. Mike provided relief from the gnawing frustrations built up inside her when Hank rebuffed her attempts--not so subtle attempts--to seduction and treated her as a little girl who was just being naughty and maybe a little bit silly.
Sally was not a little girl, and she didn't like being treated as though she were. She was nineteen years old--almost. And she had legitimate needs, the kinds of needs only a boy with a magnificent hard-on could gratify, and she wanted very much to try her brother's cock for a fit in her cunt.
Besides, could she help it if Hank was a boy with a cock and she found him extremely handsome and wanted to look at his prick and hold it and feel it going deeply into her pussy? Just because he was her brother didn't make one damn bit of difference to Sally.
"What if they come home early?" Mike ventured.
"They won't come home early," Sally said to the cautious boy. "They never come home early."
"But --"
"But ... but ... but!" Sally shouted in irritation. "Look, Mike, do you want to fuck me or not?"
"Sure, Sally, you know I do. I was only--"
"If you want some of my ass, Mike, then follow. me on into the living room and let's see you get out of those pants and get that cock up nice and hard for me. The way you're screwing about right now, wasting time, we won't even have time to get it in me."
Mike followed the sometimes hot-tempered redhead into the living room. Hell, he thought, getting into Sally's fantastically hot little snatch was worth taking some chances.
He thought of her creamy-warm, tight little twat, how she could make it suck the last drop of his semen from his balls, and he found when he finally stripped his clothing completely off, that his cock was violently erect, swollen and dripping, with a gentle, but very pleasant, ache in his hairy balls.
"That's the way, Mike," Sally said in a husky voice, gazing hotly at his thick prick as it reared up, the head nice and smooth and round as a plum. "That's the way a cock should look."
"Jesus, Sally ... I love you," Mike said, as the girl moved toward him and wrapped one of her small fists firmly about the throbbing cock. She jerked up and down the long thickness, her own body shivering at the very touch of a dick.
"You don't love me, you idiot," she said, her hand beginning to pump back and forth a bit faster, moving from the dripping head to the hairy base. She didn't mind the sticky, slippery wetness in her palm; it only served to make her that more excited. "You just get hard for me, that's all. You're in love with my cunt, not all of me. You don't really give a shit about the rest of me at all."
"I sure as hell do get hard!" he grunted.
"Then come on and stick it someplace," she urged, her voice low and throaty, more like a passionate woman than a girl of her age.
She backed into the couch and sprawled out, throwing her legs wide open and draped them over the back of the couch and and letting one slim leg slip down so that her foot was flat on the floor, her pussy exposed in all its moist, pink, hair-lined beauty to him, pulsating in hot, wet folds, her clitoris was peeking provocatively up from the delicate, pink flesh of her snatch, throbbing as violently as his cock was.
"Jesus!" Mike groaned, staring at the thick tuft. of rust-colored hair that decorated her cunt.
Sally stroked a finger up and down the slit, her eyes glowing with steaming heat. "If you want it, come on and get it!" she urged him with a wanton, uninhibited roll and twist of her tight little ass. "I'm as ready to fuck as your cock appears to be."
"Jesus," he repeated in a hoarse voice.
"Listen, if you want religion, go to a fucking church! If you want some hot pussy, get it in there!"
The boy hurried to the couch and knelt to the floor beside the wiggling Sally. He dropped his lips to hers and shot his tongue deeply into her warm, receptive mouth. He found her wet, thrusting tongue with his and they played delicious games, causing Sally to moan and scratch her nails along the back of his shoulders, the finger of her other hand between her wide-spread thighs and darting deeply into her twitching snatch, unashamedly and without reservation, fingerfucking herself.
Mike licked every part of Sally's hot mouth, enjoying the feel of her saliva mingling with his. He swallowed everything she had to give him without hesitation, then forced his tongue down into her contracting little throat to lick at the hot walls there.
He brought his hands into the act now, lifting himself a little so that he could find her passion-swollen titties. He molded and felt and squeezed and fondled them, tweaking and twisting the sensitive nipples, causing Sally to whimper as pleasure rippled through her small body. Finally, he located her rock-hard nipples between thumb and finger, and began to pinch them roughly. Sally ripped her mouth from his and sucked air harshly into her lungs. Her face was red and hot, and tears of unleashed, burning lust spilled freely from the passion-glazed eyes.
"Ohhhh, you're good tonight!" she whimpered between panting breaths. "You been taking fly or something?"
"Your body ... your titties ... your cunt, that's all the aphrodisiac I need, you hot little bitch," he growled.
"Well, don't hold anything back, lover. Don't hold one fucking thing back. I want it all, and baby, do I ever want it bad tonight!"
Mike nibbled along Sally's neck, then moved his lips quickly and hungrily up the slope of her left breast. He found the bulging pink nipple that capped the creamy, hotly vibrant tit and dropped his mouth over it, sucking furiously.
"Ohhhh, suck it!" Sally moaned, thrusting her tits high into his face, her finger plunging in and out of her inflamed pussy in frantic, jerky movements. "Suck my goddamn tit ... suck my nipple ... suck me ... eat me ... Lick ..."
Mike sucked like a famished--and frustrated--infant, devouring the sensitive nipple deeply into his mouth; his teeth biting so ravenously below the swollen base that Sally was half afraid he might tear the nipple off by the rdots. Her hand dropped to his crotch. She cupped his hairy balls, squeezing them, then grabbed his cock firmly, jacking on it swiftly as he mouthed and chewed her nipple. Her other hand was going violently in and out of her steaming cunt, with a thumb pressing and rubbing at her distended clitoris. Her naked little ass gyrated wildly as she whimpered and cooed, writhing and bouncing in mindless lust.
But Sally didn't give a damn right now if he chewed her nipple completely off. She pushed her clenched fist on his cock hard, beating at his prick faster and faster. "Bite me, you motherfucker!" she screamed at him. "Bite my fucking tit ... bite my fucking nipple ... harder, you son of a bitch! Chew my tits ... chew my fucking hot nipples! Hard ... real hard!"
Mike answered her by increasing the pressure of his teeth, while his tongue swept around and against the smooth surface of the pebbled mouthful.
"Ohhh, now! Now, you bastard!" Sally yelped. "I'm hot ... I want some cock! I want your hard cock up my cunt! I want you to poke that prick up my fucking pussy and really fuck me! Hurry, hurry ... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Mike moved about until he was between her widely splayed thighs. Sally gazed down her exposed body, past the skirt bunched at her narrow waist, past the sweater she had shoved to her neck, her eyes hardly focused. Mike brushed the tip of his cock up and down the silken-haired cunt. Then Sally gasped with delight as it penetrated her pussy. Immediately, she shot her ass upwards, causing the full length of Mike's cock to thrust into her even before he could settle atop her.
Sally's hips went into a wild, frenzied dance, jerking and revolving even before Mike could begin to thrust up and down. Her hands clawed at his pumping ass-cheeks, pulling them apart and squeezing them together, urging him to move faster and deeper and harder into her clutching, steaming body.
"All the way in me," she whimpered from a passion-constricted throat. "Stick that big cock all the way up my cunt! Ahhhhhh ... that's it ... that's the way I like getting fucked! Every fucking inch of your prick is in me now! Fuck me good ... let me feel it throb ... feel it screwing my ass good! Ohhh.h ... Oooooo ... Don't stop fucking me, Mike! Don't ever stop fucking me! I want you to come in me ... I want to feel your come squirting all over my hot cunt!"
Wrapping her slim legs about his pounding ass, her heels banged hard there, and Mike was so mindless he felt nothing, nothing at all, except the exquisite heat and sheer, tightness of her velvety pussy holding his plunging cock.
"Ohhh, in a second ... I'll ... come!" Sally shouted against his ear. Her whole body was vibrating with the intensity of the pleasure she felt. Every move of her almost nineteen-year-old body was alive, burning her up like a meteor flaming through the sky. Her mind was soaring into the clouds, her eyes unfocused completely now. Everything about her very being was centered on that one sensitive area--her woolly pussy.
Mike made a few. more deep, hard thrusts, and Sally squealed as her orgasm suddenly bubbled over, then sent her into shuddering delight. "I'm coming!" she yelped hoarsely, slamming her crotch up hard into his down-thrusting cock. "I'm coming ... don't hold back ... come with me ... come in me ... let me feel your cock spurt that hot come up my pussy! Come ... come ... "
Mike grunted, then slammed into her; and held his prick deep inside the convulsing cunt, his body rigid, his balls slapping at the upturned cheeks of her fine, smooth ass. He grunted again, then his cock exploded, gushing steams of thick, slippery semen into the over-heated pussy of the squirming girl.
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spasming cunt. "I feel you coming, Mike! l can feel your come gushing up my pussy! Ahhhh .I'm doing it again! Ohhhh, God ... I'm coming again!"
A long, drawn-out wail of intense pleasure ripped from Sally's tight throat as her second climax struck her with the force of a booming thunder and striking lightning.
* * *
It had finally become dark and the first feature was flashing on the huge screen at the drive-in theater. Now, since Peggy had no reason to put him off, Hank was eagerly reaching for her, taking full advantage of the fact.
He pulled her now more-than-willing body close to his and angled his. face so that he was able to smash his lips hard against the moist, puffy ones of Peggy.
Thinking about what he and Peggy would be doing in just a few short minutes had gotten. him terrifically keyed up, inflamed to the nth degree. He was so horny right now he could feel the huge, swollen head of his cock pressing painfully against the seam of his pants, and his balls had a dull ache in them, and he was vaguely concerned that he might come off before he could get his cock into Peggy's cunt.
But he didn't do anything right away to relieve the stinging pressure on his prick. Instead, he put his hands to good use fondling and caressing Peggy's fascinating tittles through the thin summer blouse.
He closed his hands over the roundness of her tits and worked his fingers in a twisting motion, making Peggy's highly sensitive nipples bulge out in erotic tips, harder and harder.
He enjoyed the firm feel of her ripe, springy tits, even through her blouse, and he tried to get all of the resilient flesh he could into his hands. He also liked the way Peggy would moan and whimper and murmur and carry on when he played with and felt her tits. She had especially sensitive tits, and every little change in the tactics of his greedy hands and fingers made her moans grow louder and ever so much more passionate.
"You like me feeling your tits, don't you, Peggy?" he asked in a thick voice.
"Ooooo, God ... yes, I do!" Peggy groaned.
Hank decided it was time to stop screwing about and start getting at Peggy's tits for real. He wanted to feel all that hot, swollen, creamy tit-flesh without anything between them and his hands. In his haste to get at them, his hands fumbled, but he finally got her blouse unbuttoned. Peggy wasn't wearing a bra--she never did--so he was able to take hold of her wonderful, sugary tits right away.
He fondled them and caressed the milky surfaces and twisted them in every conceivable way he could. He rubbed and twisted her responsive nipples, stroked the undersurface where they rounded down to her rib cage, their sides and the creamy valley between. He squeezed and massaged until she was moaning and whimpering like a girl who had gone almost out of her mind with ecstasy.
"Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh, God ... Hank, Hank! Squeeze them ... squeeze my tits! Squeeze the hell out of my fucking tits!" Peggy pleaded in a husky voice. "Ahhhhhh, yes! It feels so goddamn good! It feels so fucking good I could almost scream! Ohhhh ... God! I can hardly stand it when you play with my tits like this!"
Hank hardly needed the vocal encouragement.
He took one of her erect, burning nipples between a thumb and finger, using the swollen nubbin as a handle to work her creamy breasts round and round in the open air, fully exposed by now.
Still firmly gripping the now painfully turgid nipples, he quickly forced his hands close together, causing the inner surfaces of her hotly throbbing breasts to slap loudly together.
"You still enjoying yourself, baby?" he asked, his voice thick.
"Hank, I'm so fucking hot right now! Stop and let me get out of my panties! I'm all wet down there, all wet and ready! I want you to stick that fat cock up my cunt! I want to get fucked--now!"
"What if I said I didn't want a piece of ass right now?" he teased, still toying with her delightfully resilient tits. "Maybe I don't want to give you any cock, baby. Maybe I just want to feel these sweet titties and see if I can come off in my pants. Maybe I just ain't all hard and ready for your cunt right now."
"Don't tease me, you cocksucker! I don't like to be teased--not that way. I want to get laid ... laid and fucked until I'm raw!"
Abruptly, Hank released her breasts.
"Get out of those panties, hot stuff," he said. "I got a stick of dynamite between my legs that's about to explode any time now."
Frantic in her overpowering passion, Peggy yanked the hem of her miniskirt to her waist quickly, then just as unashamedly lifted her ass from the seat of the car and jerked her bikini-style panties down and off.
Immediately Hank thrust his hand between Peggy's thighs, pressing it hard against her hairy, wet cunt, making it difficult for Peggy to sit still. By the time she had struggled out of her panties, she was panting from the intense stimulation Hank was giving her moist pussy. He was rubbing his fingers up and down the pulsating slit, fingering her swollen clitoris so roughly, Peggy was trembling.
"Hank ... Hank ... Hank ... " she whimpered, stretching her legs as wide as she could in the front seat of the car, opening them so he could get his hands at her burning cunt easily.
He ran the heel of his hand up and down the hair-lined pussy, pressing against it. Peggy shoved her hips, upward with a jerky motion, smashing her crotch solidly against his rubbing hand. She whirled her naked ass in a frantic rhythm, groaning deep in her throat like some lost animal as the lust steamed and bubbled like the cauldron of fire inside her body. She was almost mindless in lust, and she didn't give a damn that her sister and Bob could hear or even see her wanton behavior. Hank understood her well enough, and began to use his hand even more roughly than before, not at all concerned about bruising the delicate flesh of her pussy.
"Ahhhh," Peggy groaned, half-insane as the sensual thrills boiled hotly in her mind and body. "Ohhhh, finger me! Rub my hot cunt! Feel my hot pussy! Fingerfuck me in the pussy! Ohhh, shit ... fingerfuck my cunt! Ream my twat ... rip my snatch! Ohhhh ... Ahhhh ... Ooooooo!"
But Hank did not let up, not even for a moment. He increased the pressure of his hand, looking down in the dim light to watch the way Peggy unashamedly twisted and squirmed and shodk her naked hips against his hand. He pried the lips of her steaming pussy open and crammed the heel of his hand right in against the creamy pinkness of her inner flesh, contacting her clitoris at the same time. He rubbed and rubbed at the throbbing split, causing Peggy's ass to swing in every direction as she growled and yelped and tossed her head about in passionate tremors, causing her to pant and gasp and moan with ever increasing frenzy.
"Hank ... Hank!" she cried out in an almost incoherent voice. "Ohhhh, God, Hank, please! I'm so fucking hot! Please, stick it up me! Ram your cock up my cunt! I'm so hot I can't take any more of this shit! Screw me, goddamn you! Screw me! Fuck me before I go out of my cocksucking mind! Ohhhh, I want to come ... I want a cock in my pussy ... "
As if unable to hear her frantic pleas, Hank continued to rub and work at her gyrating crotch with his hand. He kept rubbing and pressing the hot, slippery groove until he could tell by the raggedness of her groans that she was on the very brink of coming off.
He letup for a moment, but only for a moment, to allow the degree of stimulation Peggy was feeling to lessen a bit.
"Screw me now, Hank! God, my cunt is so ... " Peggy wailed less wildly than before.
Hank stopped her words by thrusting a finger-tip into the mouth of her pussy. Peggy's passion flared brightly. Her cunt was tight enough so that even Hank's finger pressed solidly against the walls all the way around, but nevertheless, he slowly worked it deeper and deeper into the well-lubricated slit. When he had his finger all the way inside the blonde-haired pussy, he started pumping it in and out, back and forth, amused at the way Peggy humped and bounced her naked ass up and down against his finger.
"No! Not that way! Don't fingerfuck me ... fuck me with your cock!" she pleaded thickly, but her hips revolved lewdly, frantically, even as she was saying it.
And still Hank ignored her pitiful pleas.
Continuing to plunge his finger in and out of her velvety, clinging pussy, he moved his thumb into position and pressed it hard against her tight little clit. He didn't keep up a steady pressure on the inflamed bit of. flesh; instead, he slapped his thumb against it as if he were hammering a nail.
But it was a highly responsive nail, and the continual attention paid to it by his hammer-like thumb made Peggy's groans reach and surpass their former intensity.
"I can't take any more!" she screamed loudly, not giving a damn who would hear her. "I'm gonna come, Hank! Goddamn it ... you're gonna make my cunt come right now ... come all over your goddamn finger and the seat of this fucking car!"
Hearing her words, Hank yanked his finger from the clinging tightness of her pussy, at the same time pulling his thumb away from the twitching clitoris, and busied himself unzipping his tautly stretched fly.
"Lay back and throw your legs over the seat," he said. "I want those legs nice and wide open, baby, because I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of that hot pussy! I'm gonna fuck you like you ain't ever been fucked!"
Hank had a rough time getting his pants unzipped, because his cock was bulging out so hard, but he finally managed to get the job done. He opened the front of his shorts and pulled hin heavy, throbbing cock from the opening.
"That sure does look good to me," Peggy commented, glancing at his prick from her supine position.
He held his prick tightly in one hand and gave it Several strokes to get it even more firm and ready for the task of penetration.
The strokes he gave his cock were long and swift, and they caused his foreskin to ride back and forth over the long flesh, exposing and concealing alternately the purple, swollen head.
"Stop jacking off and get it in me, goddamn you!" Peggy urged him. "You can admire the fucking monster after you fuck me."
"My cock will be all shrieveled up and worn-out looking after that cunt gets hold of it, baby," Hank said, teasingly. "A guy kind of likes to give his dong a look-see when he has it up and raring to fuck."
"Raring to fuck is just what I am, you bastard!" Peggy said. "And I mean by God like right now! Besides, if that cock of yours loses all that stuffing, we'll just see what it takes to get it right back the way you like it best."
"That a promise, Peggy?" he asked.
"That's a fucking promise, and you damn well know I don't tease about things like that. But it's a promise only if you stop screwing around and start screwing me! By God, Hank ... you talk spider webs on me! A girl could get a rotten cunt just waiting for you to come along and fuck her the way you sometimes act."
"Don't worry, you'll get it."
"Sure, next week, if I'm lucky. I think you'd rather jack off than fuck a pussy," she sneered at him, rolling her exposed ass wantonly at him.
"You just remember you asked for it," Hank warned.
He climbed between her widely spread legs, and used his fingers to pull the lips of Peggy's cunt apart. Then he placed the dripping head of his prick against the pulsating slit.
"Don't wait!" Peggy squealed hotly up at him. "Shove it in! Shove it all the way in me! God ... plunge away!" She slammed her ass upwards, sinking the head of his cock into her pussy. "Go deep, you son of a bitch! Deep and hard!"
Hank pushed down slowly, glorying in the feel of the tiny entrance beginning to swallow his cock, clinging to the sides as he pressed into her body. He heard a squishy sound as his cock went farther into her fantastically, almost unbelievably tight pussy.
"Goddamn you!" Peggy screamed at him. "Hurry the fuck up!"
Hank felt her pussy clasp the last inch of his prick now, felt the silken hairs of her pussy tickle at his lower stomach, felt his balls resting on the curvy upturned ass. The slippery flesh of her inner self seemed to be sucking at his prick like a warm, wet mouth, sucking at his cock and begging for more of the same. Peggy had a way of making her pussy go really tight around a guy's cock, and Hank wondered vaguely if she did it consciously or if it was done without her awareness.
He moved a little, and listened, fascinated, to the faint oozing sounds of Peggy's pussy, the sounds it emitted as he crammed more of his thick prick into her.
"Hank!"
"Stop bitching," he said. "I'm having a ball. Hell, I'm really enjoying this."
He moved his throbbing rock-hard cock all the way inside Peggy's inflamed cunt, moved it slowly. And even when he had completely penetrated her, he tried to achieve even more depth.
He rammed his hairy crotch against her widely stretched cunt, feeling the puffy lips suck at him, feeling the hot moisture that seeped from her and dampened his cock hair and the flesh of his balls.
Impatiently, Peggy squirmed her ass and commanded: "Fuck me faster, your cocksucker! I don't want to play around. I want to feel myself getting really reamed down there! I wanna feel my cunt being being fucked like hell!"
Hank pulled back only a little less slowly than he had entered her, pulling so that just the head of his prick was clasped by her pussy.
"I'll fuck you with the speed I want to fuck you with, cunt!" Hank said in a calm voice. "It's best to build up a thing like this, you know ... to accelerate, like a car."
"I'm not a goddamn car and I'm not a goddamn cop," Peggy hissed as loud as she could, not caring that the huge eyes of her sister and Bob were peering over at her. "Break the fucking speed limit! Break the goddamn fucking speed limit, you motherfucker!"
"Who, me?" Hank said, pretending to be shocked at such a suggestion. "I'm a law-abidding citizen."
"You motherfucking bastard, Hank-cunt-eater-Collier! Cut the fucking shit and screw me the way I wanna be screwed, or you can stick that weenie up your fucking asshole! I'll diddle myself!"
"How do you want to be fucked, huh?"
"You know, you cunt lapper!"
Hank reversed the direction of his cock, and began the long slide down into the steaming depths of Peggy's pussy again. There was that sucking sensation he felt before.
"I sure do know how you like to get fucked," he said, still teasing.
Eventually, though, as will happen in such situations, he went in and out faster, quickening his pace, going deeper and deeper and much faster.
"Ohhhh, baby ... baby," Peggy wailed, clawing at his shoulders with her strong fingers. "That's the way! God ... God, how can a cock do so much for a girl! Wow ... I love it! Love getting fucked! More ... more ... give me some more cock!"
"This fast and deep enough for you?" he grunted.
Now he began fucking her with burning speed, his cock ramming into her pussy, moving in and out, almost all the way out, only to slam hard into her squirming, writhing body again. Peggy twisted frantically, her body moving wildly from the waist down. He was screwing her so fast, it seemed the puffy, hair-lined lips of her pussy had to chase after the hard-punching head of his galloping cock at the end of each pull up.
Peggy cried out, almost insanely. "Faster! Faster!"
Thrusting hard and swift, Hank replied: "Baby, you're asking for it. I'm gonna fuck that hot cunt so fast, it'll catch on fire and burn up! Shit, it's already smoking!"
"Don't make me any fucking promises! Do it ... do it real good! I'm almost there ... almost about to come! God, fuck me! Fuck me good! I'm gonna come any second now! Oh ... oh ... Oh ... Ohhhoooo!"
Hank felt her twat explode into clutching convulsions, felt her shudder beneath him. He thrust harder and faster as she came. He rode and rode and rode. In fact, he stopped only when his horse died.
CHAPTER THREE
Valerie Simpson turned the little sports car off the main road and began the slow, circuitious ascent up the mile-long, unkempt dirt drive that led to the old, dilapidated Blackburn mansion.
For many years the place had remained uninhabited and untended, but over the last several weeks it had been patched up where it needed patching and otherwise brought into shape where it needed bringing into shape.
Now it was liveable, even comfortable. Valerie knew that because she had been one of those who had spent an evening or so each week helping to make it liveable, and the first full meeting of the club was scheduled to take place starting at eight o'clock on this fine, warm Saturday night.
Which was why Valerie drove up the rock-strewn driveway a little faster probably than she should have.
It was already twenty minutes after eight, and she hated the prospect of being any later than she already was. The club might excuse her tardiness, or let it pass without notice, but then again, they might not, too.
They very well might decide to give her one or another test of devotion to the cause, and such tests, she knew from past experience, could be trying in the extreme.
She had one ace in the hole, so to speak, that might just save her from being subjected to a test.
And that ace in the hole was eighteen-year-old Penny Greene, who was sitting close to her in the small car, pressing her young, almost skinny, but extremely vibrant, body against hers like a child seeking a mother's warmth and comfort.
Only Penny wasn't really a child, and Valerie certainly wasn't her mother. Penny was a girl-child and Valerie's attraction to the pretty eighteen-year-old wasn't in the least bit maternal.
Penny--or, more precisely, the look of her sweet little girl body, so naked and aroused in passion--had been the direct cause of Valerie's lateness in getting started for the Blackburn mansion and the club's first regular meeting.
Nor did Valerie really regret having gotten started so late.
She knew, had she the chance to decide over again, whether to start on time or to do what she had done, that she would play it just as she had played it at the beginning, that she would do it all the same way, hopping back into bed with the budding, black-haired little girl-child sexpot and rediscovering one corner of her particular earthly heaven with--and with the readily given help of--the hot-pantied nymphette.
Besides, Valerie tried to reassure herself, they won't give me a test. Not when nave such a sweet contribution to make to the club's living "treasury." Penny. the sweet, nubile, uninhibited sexpot, who'll certainly be a warmly, not to mention hotly, welcomed initiate.
Thinking so intently about the girl caused Valerie's sexual equipment to become ready for the kind of action she knew was quite out of the question for the time being. Her breasts swelled and her pussy twitched, and she flexed the cheeks of her ass against the seat of the tiny car.
She could, however, and did--after telling Penny to unbutton her blouse--begin to play and feel gently the young girl's small, yet plump, breasts and delicately shaded nipples.
That part of her mind that wasn't concentrated on the thrill of making Penny all excited, wandered back to the time and place of her meeting this sex-starved little girl and the subsequent events.
She had not met Penny at the local high school, though it was the school both of them attended--Valerie was a senior and Penny was just getting started. The meeting had taken place exactly one week previously, but in the early afternoon instead of at night.
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Dressed in a strikingly and very revealing yellow bikini, Valerie sat--studying the chapter in her physics book Mr. Winslow had assigned for the week end--on a flat, large rock just inside the mouth of one of a dozen small surface caves that lined the base of the cliff that faced the beach.
Valerie didn't particularly feel like studying at the moment, but a very light spring shower had just started up, and she figured she might as well cram a few facts into her brain during the short time it would probably last.
She had not known anyone had joined her in the cave, not until a shadow fell across the open book in her lap and she heard the girlish voice say: "Hi."
She looked up and greeted the pretty creature before her with a warm smile.
"I'm Penny Greene," the sweet-faced young girl said in a pleasant voice.
"I'm Valerie Simpson," Valerie replied.
"I thought I'd get in here out of the rain," Penny said. "You don't mind, do you? I won't bother you a bit."
"No, not at all," Valerie said.
She closed her book and set it beside her on the rock. "I've been looking for an excuse to shut this damned book, and--" she finished the sentence in a whisper she knew Penny couldn't hear, "--you're about the best excuse I could have hoped for."
"What?" Penny asked.
"Oh, nothing. I was just saying--"
She noticed then that the draw string at the left side of Penny's bikini panties had become loose, so that the garment sagged several inches in front, revealing the pretty black curls that decorated the top of the little girl's pussy.
Valerie stared for several moments at the intriguing spot of what she considered wonderfully decent exposure before reaching out to run her fingertips over the smooth, boyish hipbone there, then over the silken curls.
"That bikini of yours is showing more than you think it's showing, Penny," she said. "With bad luck you might be arrested, going around with pussy hair exposed that way. With good luck, you might get raped, but I wouldn't take the chance of leaving the choice up to fate if I were you."
Penny looked down at herself.
The front of her bikini panties sagged out as well as down, so that from her vantage point she could see right down to the little lips of her slightly hairy cunt.
Embarrassed, she exclaimed: "Oh, no! Have I been going around like this?"
Watching as Penny pulled up her bikini panties and tightened the draw string, Valerie said: "I wouldn't be able to give you the answer to that."
"Darned bikini doesn't fit me, anyway," Penny said. "My hips and rear end just aren't big enough. And neither ... "
She let the last part of the sentence die on her lips.
"I think your hips are just fine," Valerie said to the young girl. "In fact, I think they look very cute. You've got a very pretty bottom, too, and besides, the boyish look is all the rage now. You should know that."
"Aw, you're teasing. You're just being nice to me. I know what I look like, all skinny and legs. I don't have any boobs, either. My boobies are so damn small, not a bit like yours."
"Oh, those pretty little things will grow, Penny. Anyway, they look pretty enough to me just the way they are. I like little boobs on a girl."
"You really think they're ... sexy?"
"Well, I couldn't give you a real professional opinion--" Valerie smiled, "--unless I really had a good look at them. Why don't you just take the top off and let me take a look?"
"Gosh I'd be too embarrassed. You'd see how small my boobies really are and laugh at me. ... I just know you'd laugh."
"I won't laugh," Valerie promised. "I won't laugh at all. I told you ... I like to see little titties on a girl. They're cute."
"Well ... but I'd still be awfully embarrassed."
"Why would you be embarrassed showing me what you have? We're both girls, aren't we? I know what girls look like."
"But ... "
"Oh, come on, Penny. No excuses now. I'll tell you what; I'll take my top off and let you look at my breasts if it'll make you feel any better about it. That way we'll be even, and that way you'll be able to tell how your little titties will look when you are a few years older. How's that sound to you?"
"Well, I don't know ... " Peggy wavered.
Knowing that the girl was undecided, yet wanting to do it, Valerie quickly stood up and arched her breasts forward, reaching behind her to release the bow that was keeping the young girl's top on. She pulled the halter off and set it down on her physics book before taking a real good look at Penny's hard, small, extremely cute breasts.
"They look so precious," Valerie said, her voice low.
Covering her tiny titties with both her hands, Penny accused: "You see?" Then she frowned and added, "I told you you'd laugh at them. That's all you wanted to do anyway ... just make fun of me and laugh because I'm so little and skinny."
"That isn't true, baby," Valerie said, hurt. "That isn't true at all. And I'm not laughing at you or your sweet little titties. I just mean they look ... well, sweet. Like sugar candy."
"That's the same thing as laughing at me," Penny said, her hands still cupping the small knobs.
"No, it isn't."
"It is so! It's like you're saying my breasts are ... well, it's like saying they're cute the way a baby is cute. That's what you're doing inside; you're laughing at me because I look more like a little baby than a girl."
"I am not."
"Cute breasts, can't be ... just can't be sexy; that's what I mean."
"Honestly, Penny, you're much too sensitive about your breasts. Keep it up and you'll become neurotic about them. Anyway, if you want to know the truth, I think your titties are damned sexy. They sort of turn me on, and I bet a lot of boys think they're sexy and get turned on by them, too."
"I guess I have enough reasons to be sensitive," Penny asserted, on the verge of tears now. "My daddy is an old drunk and my mother is a whore--she's never at home, hardly ever. And my daddy doesn't care about anything, even me, when he's at home, except to make me feel of his big old thing down there. He even tries to make me kiss it and wants to stick it in me!" Penny was sobbing now. "It's horrible! You don't know. You just don't know how bad it is for me. Sometimes he makes me use my hands on his nasty thing and he makes it spit all over me and I get all messy and I hate it! You just don't know!"
"It can't be as bad as you make it sound, Penny," Valerie tried to comfort the crying girl. She didn't know whether to believe that part of handling her father's cock or not.
"It is so! It is so, I tell you! You know, I have to use my baby sitting money to keep myself in clothes ... not to mention decent food. There's hardly ever anything in the refrigerator besides cans of beer and some crumbly old cheese and rotting onions."
Valerie ran her fingertips over Penny's tear-wet cheeks, wiping away the wetness. "Is it really all that bad?"
"Yes!" Penny sobbed.
"You really have to jack your father's cock off?"
"I do ... all the time!"
"Well, even so, you don't have to cry about it, honey."
"I'm not a cry baby!"
"I didn't say you were."
"And I'll cry if I feel like crying, damn it!" Penny said through choking sobs. "And right now, I feel like crying.
"If what you say is true, I guess you deserve a good cry," Valerie said, stroking Penny's long black hair.
"I wouldn't even have worn this, darned bikini to the beach today, but it's the only one I have. My mother gave it to me after she didn't want it any more. I guess she decided it was out of style or something. I can't even afford to buy a darned old bathing suit for myself, and you tell me not to cry!"
"You could come and live with me," Valerie suggested gently. "I'd love to have you, and you'd certainly get a lot more attention than you're getting now at home."
Penny's eyes brightened. "You don't live at home with your folks?"
"My daddy is head of Simpson Electronics, sweet thing, and he's divorced. I haven't the ghost of an idea where my mother is, and daddy's just too busy to have me underfoot--too busy with his girlfriends, mostly. He pays me two thousand dollars a month not to come home and embarrass him in front of his girls."
"Two thousand!" Penny exclaimed, as if the figure were two million.
"Yes, sweetheart. I've got a damned nice little apartment all by myself, and you're more than welcome to come and share it with me."
"You mean it ... you really mean it?"
"I most certainly do mean it."
"I'd love that, to come and live with you, Valerie!" Penny shouted happily. "Anything to get away from my old farts of a daddy and mother. I wouldn't have to play with his whiskey-soaked old prick anymore."
"I'm glad you're so glad," Valerie said, smiling at the small happy face.
"Mmmmm, and I sure am glad!"
She threw her arms around the older girl and stood on her tiptoes to plant a moist, quick kiss right on her cheeks.
"Why don't you kiss me like you're really thankful, Penny?" Valerie prompted, her voice soft and low.
"You don't mean ... not on the lips, do you?" Penny asked, her huge, brown eyes gazing.
"Of course I mean on my lips," Valerie said. "Is there anything wrong in that?"
"I guess ... " Penny began.
But before she had time to finish whatever she was going to say, Valerie put the tips of her fingers under the girl's chin, tipped her face up so that she could drop her own and initiate the meeting of mouths.
Then Valerie wrapped her arms around Penny's small, shaking body and pulled her up tight and close, so that her tits flattened against her larger ones. She held the kiss for a long time, moving her. lips slowly against Penny's. When she broke it off, Penny was breathing harder. "Why did you do that?" she asked.
"Because your lips look so delicious, so sweet," Valerie said. "I love kissing things that look that sweet."
"You do?" Penny asked, a blush warming her cheeks.
"Yes, I do," and there was a strong suggestion in her voice now.
"Okay, then," Penny said, eagerly and with an impish smile. "Kiss my mouth again."
But before Valerie could respond, Penny covered her face with both hands, peeking up at Valerie from between her fingers. "Boy! Am I ever blushing!"
"Why should you blush, darling?"
"Because ... because, well, I liked it when you kissed me, that's why."
"I'm glad you enjoy my kisses."
"You'll kiss me that way again?" Penny asked, eyes wide, gleaming brightly.
"If you'll take your hands away from that pretty face, I will," Valerie answered in a husky voice, her own. eyes becoming smoky.
Penny dropped her hands.
"But first, like you said, you, you gotta take the top of your bikini off," the small girl insisted, her voice excited. "You promised I could see your boobies."
Valerie smiled at the tiny girl, and quickly removed her bikini top. Without turning away from the wide-eyed girl, she reached back and set it on top of Penny's halter that was atop the book.
"You have awfully pretty boobs," Penny whispered, gazing at the round, firm breasts with extremely long, pink nipples that swung almost in front of her eyes. "I wish mine were that big and round."
Valerie arched her back to make her breasts stand out better. They were flawless in shape, slightly pear-shaped, with creamy flesh and huge, pebbled circles around the long nipples.
"You'll really kiss me again?" Penny asked in a low voice. "I mean, kiss me like you did that first time. You really want to kiss me again?"
"I do," Valerie said. "I want to kiss you more than just about anything I can think of right now."
"Honest?"
"Honest."
"You know something?" Penny said. "I've never been kissed before. At least I never was until you kissed me."
"You must have been kissed when you were a tiny baby," Valerie said. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Fourteen ... .last week," Penny said, then added: "Oh, I guess maybe I was kissed when I was a baby, but that don't count. I don't remember none of that."
"Well," Valerie suggested slowly, watching for any adverse reaction, "Why don't we go farther back into this cave and I'll kiss you real good. How does that sound to you?"
"Fantastic!"
Valerie, very pleased with this eager response, took Penny's hand, and the two walked a dozen or so steps toward the rear of the cave, stopping where it was fairly dark, and they were positive there wasn't any chance of someone coming along and seeing them outside.
"I like your boobies better than I do mine," Penny said. "I wonder if you'd mind if I sorta ... if I just touched them. I just wanna feel how heavy they are."
"Of course I wouldn't mind, darling," Valerie said. "I'd kind of like to have you feel my titties, in fact. And you won't mind if I kind of feel of yours, will you?"
"I don't see why you'd want to feel mine--they're so teeny. But you can touch them if you want to."
"I do," Valerie whispered, her voice quaking with lust now.
Penny reached her hands up almost timidly and touched the underslopes of Valerie's tits. She pushed upward with her fingertips to see how the creamy mounds responded.
"Boy! You're so much bigger than me! I like the way they bounce back down," Penny whispered.
"Oh, Penny, Penny ... don't!" Valerie cried out.
Penny jerked her hands away from the bobbing tits quickly. Already Valerie's nipples were throbbing, very hard in her passion.
"Don't what?" she asked anxiously, puzzled. "I wasn't hurting you, was I?"
"Oh, God, no! No, that isn't it. It's just that you say such ... such sweet things. You're making me fall in love with you."
"Gosh, Valerie! I ... I love you, too," Penny said hesitantly, but with meaning. "I guess you're just about the nicest person I've ever met."
"No, I'm not, Penny. I'm not nice at all. But, I just love you so much! Ohhhh, so awfully much!"
"That's all right if you love me," Penny tried to calm her new-found friend. "I said that I love you. too."
"But you don't understand. Oh, you're so sweet and cute and nice and pretty and everything. I could just love you to pieces!"
She pulled the smaller girl to her once more and kissed her hotly, hungrily, her arms holding the small body against her naked breasts.
Her mouth left Penny's lips and traveled moistly up to kiss her perky nose, her eyes, her forehead, the top of her raven-haired head. The intensity of the emotions that had control of her caused her to act without thought, to press her lips everywhere against the sweet little girl's head.
The overwhelming passion she felt toward this innocent. sweet thing was so strong, tears spilled out of her eyes, bringing from Penny the words: "You don't have to cry, Valerie. You told me not to cry, remember? And it makes me want to cry with you doing it."
"I'm not crying, you darling, precious little thing," Valerie said.
"You are too!"
Valerie dropped her hands to the small, round, hard globes of Penny's ass. She cupped them in her palms and pressed her face against the side of Penny's neck as she gently felt the enticing little bottom, felt the tiny, warm split dividing the cheeks, cupped them once more in her hands and squeezed ever so gently, then traced her fingers along the curving undersides and inside her long thighs, finally worming her fingers up under the legs of the bikini, feeling the warm flesh there.
"Please don't cry any more," Penny pleaded. "I don't like it when you cry, Valerie."
"I won't, sweet, I won't."
"It makes me feel like it's my fault when you cry."
Valerie kissed the black-haired girl on the shoulder. Her mouth was open, and she used her tongue to lick the salty perspiration from the tender skin.
"It isn't your fault, darling," Valerie whispered.
She moved her hands around to Penny's hips, and undid the strings there. The back of the garment flapped down, and Valerie was able to get her hands on the sweet, tight little ass now without anything between them.
She pressed one of her hands solidly against each cheek, feeling the rubber-like hardness, then she began to caress and rub them, feeling and fondling. Just touching this sweet girl's naked ass caused her emotions to flare higher, and her passions leaped like wildfire inside her veins.
"I'm not hurting you, am I, baby?" she asked the diminutive, virginal girl.
"No," Penny said, more than a bit shocked by what Valerie was doing to her.
"No," Valerie whispered, moving her hands all over the hard little ass. "No, I'm not hurting you, not at all. I wouldn't hurt you ... I wouldn't do anything to hurt my little love-baby."
Penny, despite her initial shock, began to moan weakly. Despite her tender years, her budding sexuality was very responsive to the stimulation, and she was beginning to get extremely aroused by the way this older girl felt around her warm little ass.
Penny wasn't exactly a stranger to sex. She had fondled her own cunt many times, even to the point of making herself come off, but it had never felt as strange and as exciting as this was starting to feel. She wondered if Valerie was making her feel so hot intentionally, or if she was just being affectionate by fondling her exposed ass.
Penny started to squirm and writhe at the moment Valerie's caresses seemed to hit an especially sensitive nerve somewhere inside her. She began to arch and push her ass against the two hands, rolling and twisting them as her young lust bubbled higher. It was feeling nicer and better all the time, what this girl was doing to her, as each second passed. Even her little pussy was twitching now, and she could feel it become very moist, as though a fire had been stoked in there with a kettle of water on top.
She wondered if Valerie was feeling the same things. She wanted to reach around and fondle Valerie's ass, but was afraid to do so now. She loved the way the girl's naked breasts pressed and flattened against her face, and she planted, impulsively, a hot little kiss on the smooth surface near a long nipple.
"Ohhhh," Penny whimpered, for the first time giving any definite indication, other than the kiss, that her passion was steaming.
"No," Valerie whispered in a thick voice. "I'm not hurting my sweet, precious girl baby. I wouldn't hurt my lover-baby for anything in this world."
Her hands continued to rub the sensitive little cheeks of Penny's ass, and Penny began to moan deep in her throat, louder and much more often.
Valerie worked the two little mounds apart and stroked their pale inner surfaces with her finger-tips, bringing more whimpers of pleasure from the now willing Penny. She loved to hear this young girl's murmurs of passion, to hear her moan like this, and it was making her moan still more as she ran her fingertips up and down the warm crack, brushing ever so lightly at the tight little asshole occasionally. Valerie thrilled to the feel of such a small, tight little asshole, such sweet, sugar-like ass-cheeks, and her pussy was bubbling with heat.
Her hot lips found Penny's throat. She ran her lips up and down against the almost fragile, taut-stretched skin there, then began to lick her tongue over the sweet-tasting flesh.
Like someone possessed, she kissed and licked, then kissed and licked some more, washing the flesh with the. racing tip of her tongue as Penny trembled with growing ecstasy.
"Oh, baby ... baby," Valerie groaned, the tone of her voice confessing the evil nature of her heart. "I want you ... God, how I want you! I want you so damned bad! Let me do it, baby ... please, let me do it to you. Will you let me, darling?"
Penny wasn't at all sure what Valerie was talking about, but she knew the answer that she wanted, and she gave it. "Yes," she murmured softly, her voice shaking.
"Oh, dear God! Thank you, darling," Valerie murmured, relieved. Although Penny had been responding favorably to her hands, she wasn't sure how far this sweet thing would let her go. "I promise I'll never forget it. I'll do anything you want me to do for you--anything at all."
She released Penny's ass, and watched the bikini panties fall to the damp sand inside the cave.
She said softly: "Lie down on your back, baby. I know it's going to be cold at first, but I'll warm you up. I promise I'll do that."
Penny stretched out supine on the sand and smiled timidly as Valerie's eyes poured over every exposed part of the small body. Penny's breasts, small enough to begin with, seemed non-existent as she lay there, and the dark fuzz at her pelvis was practically nothing to speak of.
"God, you're so beautiful!" Valerie said huskily. "You are the most beautiful little thing that ever was!" '
She dropped to her knees, parting Penny's thighs gently, then moved in between them. She leaned over to kiss Penny once more on her mouth. Her own lips subtly told Penny that she wanted her to open her mouth.
Slowly, a little afraid of what was happening, the trembling Penny let her lips be forced apart. Immediately she felt Valerie's hot, thrusting tongue invading her mouth, and at first the unusualness of this experience--to her--made her try to pull her mouth away so that she would be rid of that wet, plunging tongue.
But Valerie was an expert at the ways of seduction. It wasn't the first time she had enjoyed her particular passions for a girl. She used her tongue in just the right way to get the trembling Penny's mouth to tolerate its pressure, and, after a time, even to welcome it into her mouth.
Valerie licked at the roof of Penny's mouth, and she ran the tip of her tongue back and forth against the surface of Penny's tongue.
And Penny writhed and squirmed, moaning softly.
Valerie lifted her mouth and "said: "Baby ... baby, I love you so much! God, I could eat you up! You're so sweet and fresh, so pretty."
She lifted her hands and pressed her thumbs against Penny's throbbing little nipples. They felt so nice and hard this way.
But she moved on.
Her hands traveled down the girl's shaking stomach, and her lips, at the same time, quickly sought the bulging nipples her thumbs left behind.
Of course, she could only lick and suck one of the nipples at a time, but she switched her burning lips back and forth from one to the other so quickly that Penny, in the delirium of her ecstasy, almost began to think that each of her nipples was being sucked and tongued by a separate mouth.
Valerie's hands quickly reached the scantily hairy mound of Penny's cunt. She used the tips of her fingers to play among the tight, fleecy curls there and to massage the soft flesh beneath the sparse mat.
But Valerie grew more anxious now, and she quickly moved her lips away from the small breasts, moving back so she could look right into the fine, sculptured slit of Penny's pulsating pussy. She played teasing games with the outer lips, stroking them separately, up and down; she ran her fingers along their outer sides and along the puffy ridges where the scant hair was ... she tugged them gently, pulling each lip separately ... she opened them like peeling a flower and tickled her fingertips along the edges ... stroked ever so deliciously on the tiny clitoris that had swollen and was throbbing now.
"You have such a beautiful little pussy, darling," Valerie murmured. "Such a pretty one ... so fine ... so delicate ... so, so ... sweet!"
Penny moaned still more loudly, her naked little ass writhing in movements of boiling lust that she hardly understood, but wanted more of. "Ohhhh ... Oooooo," she whimpered, and her crotch started moving up and down, her eyes half-closed, her vision fuzzy, her flesh feeling so hot she was afraid it would melt right off her bones. There wasn't a thought in her mind right now concerning rightness or wrongness of what Valerie was doing to her, only how good it felt. The sensations were so strong, Penny was in delirious ecstasy. "Ahhhh, Valerie ... Ooooo, Val ... er ... ie!"
"I know, baby," Valerie said in a consoling tone. "I know what you're feeling. It's good ... so wonderful, isn't it? You don't have to be afraid of me, baby. I wouldn't hurt you for anything. I just love to feel your sweet pussy. It's so fine ... . so very beautiful. I've never seen such a delightful cunt before in my entire life."
"Ohh ... ohh, Valerie! Ohhhhh!"
"Don't worry, darling. Valerie will make you happy, very, very happy. I'm going to make you feel so good, darling."
"It's ... oh, it's ... I can't--" Penny couldn't seem to bring the words up and out of her tight throat. She twisted her small ass, arching up with her legs so wide the tendons in her crotch popped. "Gosh, it's ... ohhh, Valerie! I--"
Valerie halted the cute mouth from searching for words by giving up playing with the outer lips of the steaming cunt. Instead, she probed a finger inside it, feeling the slippery, velvety interior, finding the flesh hot and extremely tight. At first, Valerie used only her middle finger, sliding the tip back and forth vertically, moving it in and out of the tender pussy as Penny continued to twist and roll her ass, alternating with spastic jerks up and down.
Every change in the direction of the finger's monotonous journey brought a greater degree of intensity to Penny's moans, so Valerie continued to finger fuck gently and tenderly at the pink groove for a long time.
She dipped her middle finger a little farther, watching in the dim light at the way Penny's cunt seemed to contract about it. As. she fingered the small girl, her own nipples swelled until she felt they would burst. She could feel the lips of her cunt, still encased in her bikini bottoms, swell and steam. Her asshole flexed, sending exciting ripples of pleasure up and down her spine. After a few minutes of this finger fucking, of building Penny to that high peak of mindless lust, Valerie knew it was time for further escalation.
She positioned herself, the thumb and forefinger of one hand in such a way that she could hold the outer lips of Penny's cunt apart, with that delicious little clitoris exposed. That hand was angled' so that she was able to slip all of the fingertips of her free hand vertically into the seeping, slippery pussy.
She ran her fingertips about Penny's swollen, quivering cunt lips with a teasing slowness, touching every inch, thrilling herself as much as she was thrilling the precocious girl. The inflamed inner lips of Penny's twat were continuously given such intense tactile stimulation that Valerie was certain she was bringing her extremely close to a screaming orgasm. Valerie was every bit as excited as Penny, and it made her own lust flare and bubble, not only by having the freedom to fondle her, but to watch her writhe and whimper in the lust she, Valerie, had produced. Valerie enjoyed bringing people to such states of passion.
As much as she enjoyed what she was doing, as high as her own passions were, she gave no respite. Rather, she chose to compound once again the intensity of the sensations that were racing wildly through Penny's bouncing, humping body.
She located the moaning girl's erect and sensitive clitoris and began massaging it. She squeezed at the lovely little thing very gently. She stroked its creamy-wet sides. Then she pressured it between her two thumbs. Finally, she was tugging ever so carefully, twisting and smashing it tenderly as Penny began to thrash about in vacant lust.
When Valerie took the explosive bit of flesh between her thumb and finger, tugging up and down on it as if she were masturbating a miniature cock, Penny started to buck up and down furiously. "Ohhhh, I'm' gonna die!" Penny squealed. "I'm really gonna die! Ohhhh ... Oooooo!"
"No you're not, baby," Valerie soothed. "You're feeling so good you think you are. You have such a hot little cunt here, so responsive ... I just love it!"
After a few more strokes at the almost hairless pussy, she inched her knees back and dropped her face, hovering inches above Penny's cunt. She sucked in it deep breath, inhaling the clean soap-and-water scent of it. Her lips quivered, both upper and lower ones, then, with a loud sob of inflamed desire, she dropped her mouth, jamming it tight against Penny's hot, throbbing pussy. For just a moment she savored the taste of it that way, her lips barely moving. Finally, unable to control her raging desires any longer, Valerie shot her tongue from her mouth, licked it swiftly over the pouting cunt lips, thrusting just far enough into Penny's pussy to taste the ambrosia that seeped forth. Her tongue moved up and down each delicate twat lip, then over the straining clitoris, flicking furiously on the sensitive bud, causing Penny to shudder in mindless ecstasy. Then with the length of her tongue plunging into the moist, tight little cunt, Valerie started fucking it back and forth, holding onto Penny's wildly gyrating hips with both hands.
She worked her tongue in pressuring circles around the puffy lips of the delicious pussy, then pushed the tip of her tongue deeply into it, her mind soaring as it became coated with the slippery liquids that continued to spill from the slightly hairy snatch. Back and forth her tongue went, moving, searching every savory nook and cranny of Penny's tender cunt. She brought her hands down between the splayed, scissoring legs and pressed the lips of the pussy together, wrapping her lips around them and sucking outward on the swollen petals, bringing a gurgle of delight from Penny. Then, spreading the lips apart again, she lapped her tongue along the inflamed clitoris, down and into the hot pussy once more. She thrust a bit deeper this time, but was unable to tongue-fuck the writhing girl as deeply as she wanted, her tongue being stopped by the virginal membrane. Yet, the pussy was exquisitely tight, extremely moist, and ragingly hot, and Valerie loved it even though her tongue could go no deeper.
Instead, she sent her tongue tip up to play uninhibited games with Penny's clitoris.
Penny grunted loudly, threw her long, gangly legs high into the air, then wrapped them tightly around Valerie's head, holding her in the hot, smooth vice. She gurgled in delirious passion, bouncing and pumping her naked ass up and down instinctively.
"I feel ... Ohhhhh ... unh ... unh ... Golly!" Penny groaned in the frenzy brought on by her approaching explosion.
Then Penny came.
A million volts of sweet-stinging electricity charged into her burning cunt and forced the level of her lust higher than ever, until it was past the point that marked the end of what she could tolerate. Her small body went rigid, back arched, crotch tight into Valerie's sucking, licking mouth, then she shuddered violently.
She screamed insanely.
Her legs fell away from Valerie's head and landed limply on the damp sand, sprawled apart lewdly.
"Ohhhhh, my goodness, my goodness, my goodness!" Penny panted.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Valerie asked, wiping the back of her hand over her gleaming wet mouth, then licking at her lips as her eyes glowed.
"Wow!" I should say not!" Penny gurgled, her mouth still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. "I've never had it anywhere that ... strong, before! I mean, when I play with myself, I come, but, Oooooo ... never like that! It was ... well, it was fantastic, incredible, Valerie!"
"I'll do it for you anytime you want to, honey," Valerie grinned down at the naked girl. "I'll suck your little pussy anytime you want it. I just love that sweet little thing, and it's so pretty, so delicious! I'll suck and lick and kiss that pretty cunt because I love you so very much."
"You like doing that?" Penny asked. "You really like putting your mouth on me, down there?"
"I love it, Penny. Didn't I just tell you?"
"Golly ... " Penny's eyes were wide, glowing with pleasure and, yes, happiness. "I like you doing it to me, too. That's for sure!"
Valerie stroked the still quivering pussy ever so gently. "Maybe you'd like to do it to me, sometimes?"
"Well, I--" Penny hesitated, not wanting to say no, but also not wanting to say yes, either.
"Maybe you'd like to play with my cunt one of these days, at least," Valerie said. "You know, fingerfuck me ... sort of feel me up and things like that. Then, if you'd like, you can kiss my pussy. Who knows, you might like eating my cunt.
There was silence for a few moments, then Valerie suddenly changed the subject: "When are you going to move in with me?"
"I wish I could right now--today. But if my Mom found me missing, without even a note or anything, there's always the chance she just. might call the cops or something."
"You can make it tomorrow, though?" Valerie asked, anxiously.
"Yes. I'll tell Daddy tonight that I'm gonna go live with a friend. And I'll leave a note too, for Mom, just in case he gets drunk and forgets to tell her. I'd be able to move in with you today, only, well, I wanna be sure they don't get it in their heads that I got myself kidnapped or something. Mom probably won't be home at all tonight; she usually isn't. And Dad doesn't usually get home from his drinking and all--wherever it is he goes all the time--until pretty late at night, so I'll have to wait up for him and tell him when he does get in, and maybe have to jack him off again so he won't slap me around. Plus I've gotta get all my things together--which there aren't many of. Anyway, do you see what I mean?"
"Baby, I'm worn out just listening to all that stuff," Valerie grinned. "How about we meet right here at this cave tomorrow, say at noon?"
"Okay," Penny said eagerly.
Valerie arrived at the cave the next day at precisely twelve noon. She waited and waited and waited and saw no sign of Penny.
She was afraid the girl had changed her mind about coming to live with her, or had had her mind changed for her. Maybe she had been forced into saying exactly who it was she was going to live with ... maybe her father became pissed because he would be losing his jack off artist ... maybe he forced Penny into taking his cock up her sweet snatch ... maybe ...
It got to be almost two o'clock, and Valerie was just about to give up hope, thinking it was too bad because she really had fallen just a little bit in love with the sweet, hot-assed girl.
She started walking away from. the cave, and then she heard Penny calling. "Hey! Valerie, wait for me!"
Valerie stopped and turned. She waited for Penny to get closer before saying: "Where have you been, darling? I've been waiting for hours."
"I'm sorry, Valerie," Penny said in a small voice. "I overslept. I don't have an alarm clock or anything. I guess what you did to me yesterday sort of tired me out."
"Well, I'm just glad you made it."
She, took Penny by the hand, and they walked along the base of the cliff until they came to the foot of the steep path that led up to the parking area.
Penny had hardly gotten into Valerie's apartment when she asked: "Valerie, you know what you did to me--well, could I ... uh, would you let me play with your ... pussy? I mean, I'd kinda like to kiss it, the way you kissed mine."
"Right now?" Valerie asked, both amused and very much pleased. She had been hoping this would come about. "Don't you want to look over your new home first?"
Grinning, not at all embarrassed, Penny said: "I'd rather look it over second, if that's all right with you."
Valerie gave Penny a lewd grin, lifted her short skirt and shoved her panties down, kicking them free. Penny gazed at the luxuriant growth of pussy hair, her eyes wide and smoldering.
"Come on, baby," Valerie said softly, taking her small hand and leading her into the bedroom.
There, both girls undressed, and Valerie lay back, opening her legs wide. Penny sat at her side, running her hands over the arching breasts, exclaiming in awe how large and pretty they were. She ran her fingers through the silken hair that grew at Valerie's lower stomach, stroked at the swollen cunt lips. Valerie's passions exploded, and she pulled Penny down on top of her, twisting her so that the long legs of the younger girl were on either side of her face. She placed her hands on the small cheeks of Penny's ass, pulling the moist little cunt toward her' mouth. "Let's suck each other together, baby," she moaned, and began licking hotly.
Penny, her face inches above the hairy pussy of Valerie, licked her lips, and without further hesitation, began kissing all around Valerie's crotch. She sucked and licked at the straining clitoris that seemed so much larger than her own, thrust her tongue into the slippery depths of the pussy, licking and gurgling with pleasure.
So the week of uninhibited and unashamed lesbian sex had begun in earnest, and it continued that way, heatedly, through the week, sometimes for hours at a stretch, because both girls were content to simply sit and feel of each other, kiss and hug.
During the week, after school hours, Valerie taught Penny more and more about the intricacies of giving and receiving sexual pleasure. And Penny, already with an erotic turn of mind and with some experience of masturbating not only herself, but her father as well, turned out to be a particularly adept pupil. There was nothing she wouldn't do, nothing she refused to let Valerie do to her. Penny demonstrated more natural ability, and she had more stamina than Valerie would have believed possible. The little girl could come and come and hardly seem to be tired after it was finished. It seemed as though Penny breathed, ate, and slept sex.
Valerie was hesitant about introducing the subject of the club to Penny, because the girl was, after all, still a virgin; and no one who joined the club could remain a virgin, not with all those hard cocks hanging out and ready.
Finally, though, Valerie broke through her hesitation. She was surprised, pleasantly so, to find Penny expressing no misgivings about the club.
"I wanna join it," Penny said, excitement in her voice. "What good is it being a fucking virgin, anyway? You admit you like being in the club, so I'm sure I'll like it, too. We both seem to like the same things, don't we? Besides, I won't mind getting fucked. It might be fun."
"Well, I don't know, Penny," Valerie reminded her. "You're awfully young, you know. I've had four years more experience than you; I'm four years older than you, and we've never had a girl, or boy, as young as you."
"I don't care," Penny persisted. "If I'm old enough to let you suck my cunt, old enough to suck yours, then I'm old enough to let a boy stick his cock in me and fuck away. And," she smiled wickedly, "I'm old enough for a lot of other things, too."
* * *
And so Valerie, with Penny beside her, was speeding up the long drive to the Blackburn mansion, to get Penny fucked for the first time in her life and involve her in many other, quite deviant activities.
And while speeding along the drive, she was feeling Penny's naked breasts, which caused her to pay less attention to the direction of the small car's travel than she should have.
"Look out!" Penny screamed.
CHAPTER FOUR
"That was good, Hank," Peggy said in a dreamy voice as he pulled his shriveled prick from the clinging lips of her pussy. "It was a damn good fuck. I was ready for it, believe me."
"I sorta enjoyed it myself, baby," he replied. "That's about the hottest cunt I've had in a long time. How about a second go?"
"No way!" Peggy said, gasping slightly. "At least not right now; I've gotta get my breath back."
"Just don't forget what you promised me, Peggy," Hank said, his prick hanging limply from his open pants. "You said you'd suck it off. Man, if there's anything better than a tight pussy, it's a hot mouth going up and down my cock!"
"I know what I said," she replied. "You think I'm dumb or something?"
Hank pushed his hand down between Peggy's thighs, wormed his fingers up to the silky hair, and stroked her slowly pulsating cunt. Peggy squirmed her naked ass against the seat of the ear with pleasure, still enraptured by her glowing climax.
"What I think is that you're good, Peggy," he said, stabbing his finger into her wet slit. "I think you're one hell of a fantastic fuck. I don't know when I've had better."
"In case you're interested," Peggy said, almost sarcastically, "there's a lot more to me than just my hairy cunt. I've got fits, you know. I like having my fits felt and sucked, too."
"I'm not interested in titties, baby," Hank kidded her. "There's only one thing I'm interested in, and it's right here between your hot legs--cunt! Hot, juicy cunt."
"Stop diddling my pussy, goddamn it! I told you I want to have time to catch my breath."
"Just doing what you call reminiscing, baby. Don't get sore. Hell, can't a guy have a little fun?"
"Speaking of getting sore, I probably will be. I'll probably have to walk around school for a damn week with my legs way out, the way you banged that monster cock of yours into me."
"Shit, don't go blaming me, Peggy. You asked for it, you asked me to fuck you that way. You asked me to do it fast and hard, and that's just how I did it."
Peggy suddenly remembered that she and Hank weren't alone in the car. For the duration of the wild screwing, she had completely forgotten her sister and Hank's brother in the little back seat.
Rising up, she glanced back and saw that Susan and Bob, both were pretending to be fascinated by the movie that was still playing. Neither of them showed any appreciation of what had gone on in the front seat just minutes before.
"What's with you two, anyway?" Peggy asked, slightly puzzled, "You're not even kissing. I mean, hell, I thought you'd at least be feeling one another up by now."
Bob glanced from Peggy to Susan, then blushed brightly. He made no reply.
"This is practically indecent--going to a fucking drive-in and actually watching the damn movie!" Peggy said, grinning at Bob and Susan.
Hank also looked back. "Hey, Bob," he said, "how come you haven't slipped the old peter to that sweet meat yet? Christ, I'd have done it before we got here!"
"Do you always have to be so crude?" Bob said. "Hey, I've got an idea," Peggy laughed, glancing about the car.
"Too bad I don't have some fireworks along," Hank teased. "I'd set them off to celebrate such a rare phenomenon like you getting an idea."
"Up your asshole," Peggy retorted, but in a good-natured way. "It's a good idea, if you're willing to go along with it."
"Well, either Whit or move over, baby--I'm listening. I'm all ears."
"All mouth, you mean," Bob said to his older brother.
"Hey, that's good, kid," Hank said, flaunting the fact that his brother's attempt at sarcasm hadn't gotten to him. "You just hang right in there punching, me lad. Some day you'll really know how to hurt a guy."
"Listen, you bastard," Peggy said. "Do you wanna hear about this great idea of mine or not?"
"Sure, baby. Let's hear about his great idea," Hank said, pinching one of her still exposed nipples.
"Well ... it looks like Susan and Bob just aren't getting together like a boy and girl should at a drive-in movie. That's because they're both so inexperienced. That's what I call a hypothesis, just in case anyone is interested. Well, anyway, it looks to me like they need someone to lead them along. Since neither of them are leaders, well, I guess it's up to someone else."
"So?" Hank questioned.
"So Susan and one will simply switch places. I'll get in back with Bob. That way, I can bring him out of his shell, so to speak. And while I teach your cute little brother the joyful facts of fucking, you can teach my sister."
"Wow! Great idea is right!" Hank enthused. "Goddamn brilliant idea, in fact! I'm glad you thought of that, Peggy."
"And don't you go fucking my sister unless she wants that big salami up her twat, you hear?" Peggy warned. "You stick the hunk of baloney up her pussy when she don't want it, that's what's called rape, understand? You rape my little sister and I'll tear your balls off and stuff them up your goddamn asshole, buddy!"
"Aw, come off that shit, baby" Hank protested. "You know me. I'll just get her so hot with my finger, she'll beg me for it. She'll beg me to fuck her and I'll just slip it to her nice and easy like, work it in and out, just like I did with you."
"Susan's a virgin, Hank; you just remember that."
"Hell, that's all right with me," Hank snickered. "I don't have any prejudices."
"Just be sure you keep in mind what I told you, because I don't want my sister hurt."
Susan went along with the idea, and as soon as the switch had been made, Hank pulled the girl to him and tenderly kissed her small, moist, very warm lips.
"You're not afraid of me, are you, Susan?" he asked the girl after breaking the brief kiss.
"A little," Susan admitted, but there was no fear in her voice.
"You don't have to be," he said. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
He returned his mouth to hers and at the same time felt for the buttons that ran down the front of her blouse. He held the kiss a long time, squirming his lips against hers, and Susan responded almost shyly, but with growing excitement.
Finally, Hank got her blouse open. He was pleasantly surprised to find she was not wearing a bra. He cupped each of her sugary titties, his hands large enough--or her breast small enough--to fit about the firm, girlish globes completely. He jiggled them slightly, then squeezed the resilient flesh tenderly, feeling the delicately pink nipples grow beneath his palms.
Not bothering with trying to get Susan to open her mouth so he could shove his tongue inside, having decided he would try to get her steaming fast, he lowered his face to her tits. He kissed the creamy flesh of one, then raced his tongue about the turgid nipple.
"Oh, that tickles!" Susan said, giggling softly as his tongue swirled and fluttered.
Hank pulled the delicious bud between his lips and began sucking on it, his tongue moving constantly along the very tip. And, while he sucked her nipple, he dropped his hands into her lap and began inching her short skirt up and out of his way so that he could get to her panties. Susan gurgled deep in her throat when he started using the knuckles of one hand to massage the slight bulge of her pussy through the thin protection of her panties. She squirmed her tight ass on the seat of the car and murmured: "Mmmmmm, golly, that sure does make me feel good, Hank. Nice and good."
Licking his wax across her titties to the other one, he paused long enough to say: "Yeah, and it's gonna feel a lot better in a minute, doll baby."
He sucked at the nipple and fingered at the crotch of her panties, pulling the thin band away. Getting his hand on her pussy now, he began to stroke. up and down the fine, hair-lined slit with one finger.
"Oh ... Oh, golly!" Susan gasped, writhing her hips as the bubbling thrills started steaming hotly through her body. "Oooooo ... I like that!"
"Feels real good now, don't it?" Hank mumbled.
"Ahhhh ... wheee ... yes, yes, yes!"
His stroking fingers located the pink pebble that had become so distended it now poked up from the moist folds of her pussy, He massaged the moist sprout for a while, taking it in his thumb and finger, twisting it ever so gently, sending such exquisite sensations racing through Susan's blood that she began to twist about frantically in an effort to get her cunt away from the intense stimulation he was providing it.
Hank pulled his lips away from her sensitive nipple, sliding his hands under her trembling little ass, pulling her body along the seat until he was able to get his face into that virginal pussy.
Holding the crotch of her panties to one side, Hank pressed his mouth into the hair-lined pussy, kissing it as his tongue licked up and down the twitching lips. He licked and sucked hungrily over the inflamed clitoris, puffing Susan's cunt apart to get his mouth on it better.
"Ahhhh ... Oooooo ... Ohhhhh!" Susan gurgled in roaring passion, writhing her ass beneath his face, moving her crotch up and down and then in small, tight circles, crushing her pussy against his mouth as the ecstasy swelled in her body and soaring mind.
Hank swept his tongue all over Susan's dripping cunt, licking at every inch, lapping at one lip, then the other. He dipped his tongue between the lips and thrust in and out, then up over the clitoris again, taking it between his lips and sucking hard. He tasted the juices as they flowed, and licked and sucked her pussy for a long time. It was about the most appetizing, most edible cunt he could remember licking, and it caused his cock to swell and throb powerfully. And as he ate her pussy, he listened to her ecstatic whimpers, hearing them grow until she was almost screaming.
"Ohhhh ... wow! That's ... that's good!" Susan yelped, slamming her crotch up and down into his face. "Mmmmm, I like this! Oooohhhh!"
But, after a while longer, Hank decided this sweet thing was ready to be fucked.
He gave her plenty of room to stretch out on the small seat. Then he slipped her panties from her still dancing a'ss, moved them from her feet. Susan sprawled there, legs wide, cunt pulsating in abandoned readiness. Hank moved into position above the trembling, panting girl.
The bursting head of his cock moved up and down the small slit for just a moment, then in between the lips. He pressed gently at first. Then, with a cry of pure, almost mindless lust, he slammed his cock brutally into and through the virginal membrane.
Susan thought she had been killed.
"Awwwwnnnhhhhh!" she wailed, as the excruciating pain stabbed into every nerve of her body. There was a searing sensation between her thighs, as though Hank had stabbed her with a fire-hot rod. But, mixed in with the most terrible pain she had ever felt in her life, was something that was not immediately identifiable to her. "Oh, God ... Oh, God ... Oh, God!" she whimpered in a loud voice, her hands clawing at the car seat, eyes closed tight, her pouting bottom lip captured between her even, white teeth as though this gesture would lessen that horrible pain.
"It's okay, sweets," Hank grunted, beginning to rock back and forth, thrusting his long, thick cock in and out of the gripping pussy. "It's okay."
Susan thought her cunt was being stretched beyond endurable limits, that his cock was probing so deeply, it was pumping up against her throat. The pain was a bit more than she had been prepared for, but that something else down there seemed to grow, cause the pain to recede somewhat, replacing it with something that felt similar, but so much more pleasurable, to what Peggy had done with her fingers before Hank and Bob had arrived.
"It's all right, honey," Hank said again through clenched teeth as he pushed and pulled his hard cock in and out of her tender pussy. "Pretty soon you'll be flying ... flying high!"
While Susan was being screwed for the first time in her life, Peggy had become very busy in the rear seat of the car. She had gotten Bob's cock free of his pants and played with it, stroked it, fondled it until it was now in a very stiff and throbbing condition, the head swollen, moisture oozing up from the flaring piss hole. Her fingers were quite educated when it came to manipulating a boy's cock, and she brought all that dubious talent into being now.
"Things are looking up around here," she said in a soft voice, gripping his prick hard with her encircling fingers. And, like Hank, Peggy had decided not to screw around, not waste time.
Jacking her tight fist up and down his cock, she pressed her lips to his, shooting her moist tongue as deeply as she could into his mouth. She felt the response of his cock in her hand as her tongue probed.
"There's only one thing to do with a nice hard-on like this," she murmured as she pulled her mouth away. "Suck it!"
And she dropped her face into his lap, her fist still pumping up and down, moving the full length, from base to swollen head. Her tongue moved forward, and she delicately licked away the bead of fluid that clung at the piss hole. Her tongue worked all about the smooth head, washing it the way she would if her tongue had been a wash cloth. And then, still swirling her hot tongue, she ovaled her lips and plunged her mouth down. She sucked the trembling prick deeply into her mouth and clutched it with her moist, warm lips for a moment, her tongue flying, hand still pumping. Soft mewls of delight floated up to Bob's ears, and he groaned with the fantastic sensations her mouth was giving him.
Peggy sucked hungrily on his cock, her head diving and lifting, her lips clinging hotly to the sides. She drew her mouth up until she held just the very tip of the smooth head between her lips, her tongue fluttering wickedly around the seeping piss hole, then she dipped down again, sucking as much of his cock as she could into her mouth, thrilled by the way it scraped across the roof, brushed at the back of her throat. She dug down into his pants and found his hairy" balls, cradling them gently in her hot hand as she sucked furiously, squeezing and pulling on the tender things, tying to increase his pleasure.
She made soft, liquid, sucking sounds as she drew deeply on his prick. She enjoyed having a large, throbbing cock in her mouth,;. and Peggy sucked on Bob's prick with all the enthusiasm she had. But, she didn't want him to come off in her mouth--not right now. Her pussy was pulsating wildly, and she wanted to get fucked again.
Releasing his cock with a final, strong suck, she glanced up at him. "You think you're ready to flick now, Bob honey?"
"Yeah," he grunted."
"I knew you had it in you," Peggy laughed softly. "Now, it's time to get it in me."
After the necessary rearranging of their bodies, with Peggy sprawled as much as she could on the tiny back seat, she thrust her pussy up, holding it there with her hands on her naked ass. "Now, Bob honey, shove that hard thing right into that hairy hole, and stab my cunt fast and hard! l like a cock driving in me that way. I like to know when I'm getting laid!"
Bob, nervous, had some difficulty finding the way into her waiting snatch, but with Peggy reaching between them with one hand, taking hold of his cock and leading it to her, he finally felt the hotness of her pussy close about the head of his prick.
"Ahhhh," Peggy murmured as he went in deep, then began to friction back and forth with a few inexpert, jerky strokes. It lasted for all of thirty seconds, and Bob gushed copiously into her.
"That was good," Peggy said. "That's all right, Bob ... that's just fine."
"I ... but you ... didn't--"
"Oh, don't worry about me, honey," she said. "This fuck was all for you."
She heard Hank and her sister panting heavily from the front seat. Telling Bob to let her get up, she sat and peered over at them, seeing Hank atop Susan, exhausted.
Did you make my sister come?" Peggy asked.
"Wow! This is damn good pussy," Hank grunted harshly. "I'm still buried up her twat, and you should feel what I'm feeling. Your sister has a goddamn milking machine for a fucking cunt!"
"I didn't ask about her cunt, you bastard. I ask you if you made her come," Peggy said.
"Did she ever!" Hank puffed. "Goddamn ... this little sister of yours damn near threw me through the roof of the car!"
"I'm glad of that," Peggy replied. "I wanted her first fuck to be good. If you hadn't made her come, I was prepared to cut your balls off."
"God ... my prick is getting hard in her snatch all over again!" Hank said, his voice awed. "Susan's pussy just keeps squeezing and sucking it! It's amazing! She's the best piece of ass I've ever had. Man ... what a hot little snatch!"
"Hey, I'm your--"
"And tight!" Hank went on. "You talk about tight pussy! Oh, man ... does she have a cunt between her legs! I couldn't hold my cock any tighter if I put the goddamn thing in a fucking vice!"
Peggy saw Hauk lift his ass and began to screw Susan again.
"Hey, you sister fucker!" she yelped. "You were supposed to train my sister how to fuck for your brother ... not keep her for yourself!"
"This will only take a minute, baby," Hank grunted, continuing to pump up and down, but moving faster.
Peggy cupped her face in her hands; resting her elbows on the top of the seat, watching him as he fucked her sister. Susan had her legs spread wide, crooked at the knees. She held onto Hank's shoulders with her hands, twisting and writhing in pleasure as he probed in and out. Soft sighs of delight bubbled from her mouth as she stared vacantly with unfocused eyes, lips parted as she gasped.
Hank was wrong about the time. In fact, it took less than a minute, and although he ejaculated into her pussy, all he did for Susan was get her hot and ready for more.
"Ohhhh, don't!" Susan wailed as he started pulling his prick free. "Don't take it out! Please, leave it in me!"
"Don't worry, doll," he said. "I'm sure Bob will be glad to try it out now."
"I gotta piss," Peggy announced. "How about coming with me, Hank? We can leave Bob and Susan here so they can get to know each other in private."
"Good idea."
Susan and Hank got out of the car and watched through the window as Susan scrambled over the seat, flashing her gleaming white and naked ass at them. Peggy giggled. "Damned pretty ass there."
"Sure is," Hank agreed.
They watched as Susan's hands darted straight for Bob's cock, and she spread her thighs wide, pulling the boy to her. They heard the soft mewls of delight that came from Susan as Bob thrust his prick into her steaming cunt.
"Have fun, kids," Peggy said through the window, watching Bob's ass dance up and down.
"I'm sure they will," Hank called across the roof of the car."
"Come on. ... let's go before I piss in my panties," Peggy said.
"You're not wearing panties, remember?"
"Well, I don't wanta piss down my leg, either, smart-ass."
Holding hands, they hurried to the restrooms. It was only after Hank hd finished that he recalled having in his shirt pocket a small, brown-colored capsule.
A friend at school had given it to him and said: Compliments of the club."
Hank, mystified, had asked: "What the fuck's the club, and what is this shit?"
The friend--a young boy about Hank's age but not really a friend at all--had replied: "I can't tell you what the club is, but I can tell what that shit is: it's to make fucking better, and let me tell you, it works."
Although Hank had tried to get more information out of the boy, he didn't succeed.
Now, still in the restroom, he glanced into the mirror above one of the rows of white sinks. "What the hell," he said to his reflection before downing the capsule with a handful of water, "it just might be some silly kind of joke."
Leaving the restroom, he wondered whether Peggy was back in the car or still in the girls section.
He decided she was still paying mother nature her due.
Since the movie was still in progress, there was no one other than him hanging around near the restrooms. Every one else was keeping back the flood until the movie ended. He figured Peggy was probably all by herself in the girls section.
The entrance was shielded by an L-shaped, fence-like structure blocked anyone from seeing the door from a car. Hank decided to take the risk of sneaking inside to see if Peggy was still busy.
There was no one in sight, within the restroom, but Hank could hear a flushing sound coming from one of the separately enclosed toilet cubicles.
Wanting to make sure it was Peggy before calling out, he silently entered the cubicle adjacent to the one from which still came the flushing sound. Being very careful, very quiet, he stepped onto the circular top of the toilet in his cubicle and leaned his body in such a way that he could glance over and down into the next cubicle.
And Hank almost shit in his pants.
There was a girl in there, dressed in the all-white outfit that indicated she was a snack bar attendant. She was sitting on the toilet with the hem of her white dress pulled well up above her waist. Her panties were lying on the floor, and she had her knees spread so wide, she was straddling more than sitting on the toilet.
Both her hands were clawing and digging into her hairy pussy.
The girl was straddling the toilet seat and fingerfucking furiously, really rubbing at her distended clitoris while she plunged the fingers of her other hand in and out of her twat.
The lewd display created an immediate response for Hank. His cock suddenly became swollen, painfully so. He watched the girl finger herself and rubbed his prick through his pants. Somehow, Hank knew, that he had to fuck this horny girl even if it meant he had to rape her.
Quietly, he got out of his cubicle and tested the door of the girl's. As he suspected, it was securely locked. Hoping no one would come barging in to take a leak, he stood before the doorway, with his jacket in his hands, waiting for the girl.
And while he waited, he could hear a series of muffled groans and whimpers and knew the girl had brought herself off. He lifted his jacket so he would be prepared when she stepped out.
The door of the cubicle was pulled open, and the girl moved through it, and Hank jammed his jacket against her face quickly and said: "You either cooperate with me or you're one dead cunt!"
The girl began to struggle, but her strength was no match for his.
He tied the arms of his jacket around her head and pushed her back into the toilet. There, he pushed her up against one wall and hurriedly lifted her dress above her hips.
She had replaced her panties, but that was no problem. He merely shoved the crotch band to one side, unzipped his pants, and hunched down a little so that he was in the right position and angle to stab his cock up her twat.
The girl was too frightened to struggle or fight against him when he pried her legs apart. As he jammed his cock into her cunt, forcing it as far as he could and stretching her pussy wide, the girl whimpered at the roughness of the instantaneous penetration.
He fucked her standing up, gouging and gouching into her pussy, his hands holding the cheeks of her ass, thrusting hard and brutally into her until, with a grunt of ecstasy, he felt the most powerful ejaculation he had ever experienced grab him by his balls like a giant, invisible hand, and shake his whole body without mercy.
The ejaculation, while it lasted, seemed as if it would go on and on forever, and even after it was over, Hank wasn't satisfied. His cock, oddly enough, became erect almost immediately again, and he knew he had to fuck this girl at least one more time.
He pulled her away from the metal wall, then turned her with her back to him, positioning her so that her body faced the toilet. Then he pressed at her back, holding her hips in one hand, bending the girl so that her face hovered just above the water in the commode. The girl, to keep from falling face down into the toilet, braced herself with both hands on the seat. Now that he had her the way he wanted her, he lifted her white dress again and bunched it about her waist. Her bikini panties fit snugly over the rounded cheeks of her ass, and he tugged them down, exposing her. But he didn't take her panties all the way off; he left them dangling at her knees.
For just a moment, Hank felt about her naked ass with his hands, then pulled the smooth cheeks apart. Hidden snugly between them was the tight pucker of her pink asshole. He allowed himself the luxury of rubbing his fingers along it for a moment, then brought the head of his swollen cock up, placing it between her ass-cheeks, pressuring the head of his prick there. The girl groaned as pain stabbed through out her body, but Hank didn't care about that.
Shoving hard, he slipped the head of his cock into her tight asshole, and then he plunged all the way up. The girl sobbed with the pain as he started fucking her this way. He held her ass wide with both hands, watching his cock move in and out, seeing the flesh of her asshole cling to him. He realized that the girl wasn't sobbing from degradation, but sobbing with passion, and it came to him that this wasn't the first time she had taken a prick up her asshole.
He cornholed this unknown girl. in the ass for what seemed to him like minutes, but in actuality, it was hardly more than one. Her asshole was deliciously tight, and the way she writhed left no doubt in his mind that she preferred it up the ass to any other place she had. For a moment he considered it worthwhile to get to know this girl, but discarded the idea as dangerous. When he came, his orgasm was just as powerful in feeling and mind-shattering as the one before, but this time, after he came, his cock stayed limp.
Pulling his prick from her squeezing asshole, he told the girl to get down on her knees facing the toilet and to keep her mouth shut for the next five minutes. He told that if she didn't follow his orders, he would slit her throat.
Then he hurriedly left the restroom. He was relieved to find there was still no one outside the door.
He rushed back to the car and was inside it and had the engine going almost before any of them--Susan, Peggy, or Bob--could say anything.
Between bites of a hamburger she had bought, Peggy asked: "We leaving now?"
Hank, however, ignored her question.
Thinking it was a good thing the jacket he had left around the girl's head was too common in its style to be traced to him, he gunned the car and slammed it into gear.
It was that goddamned brown capsule, he reasoned, a little hysterically. That goddamned capsule--from the club, whatever the fuck that was--made me rape that girl, and up the ass, too! Christ, she even liked it!
"Where are we going?" Peggy asked.
She glanced into the back seat and saw that Susan was still beneath Bob, and they were still fucking with gusto, oblivious to anything else, even to the fact that they were no longer parked at the movie. She could hear the soft, delighted murmurs of her sister and the hard breathing of the boy between her spread thighs.
Hank thought quickly, then said: "You wanted to go someplace romantic, remember? Well, that's where we're gonna go?"
He didn't know just where they were going, but he did know one thing: he had no damned intention of stopping the car until they were several miles away from the movie.
He wasn't about to go to prison for raping some strange girl that liked it up the ass, no sir. He wasn't going to prison just because of something that was the fault of the club, whatever the hell the club was.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hank's sister, Sally, knew as little about the club as he did, but she had received her information from a girl friend of hers more than a dozen of the little brown capsules along with it, those little, but extremely potent things that intensified the effects of orgasm, not to speak of stimulating the sex desire and drive.
Unlike her brother, Sally found no fault at all with the capsules, or what they did for her. And, nor did Mike find fault with them, or the effects of the two she had given him.
At the moment, Sally lay stretched out on the floor with her slim legs wide apart with a doubled-up pillow underneath her shapely compact ass. Her cunt was exposed, and she was absently moving a finger in and out of her still pulsating slit.
Mike was sitting on the couch puffing a cigarette and thinking how good it had been with his cock up Sally's hot snatch, what a damn good piece of ass she was. Even without the capsules, she was a sex machine from the word go, always had a hot ass and was ready to fuck.
He was sitting with his knees apart, and, from her position on the floor, Sally was able to see his now limp, still glistening, somewhat bedraggled cock dangling from his hairy crotch like a shrunken third leg.
"I'm ready for a fuck again, Mike," the pretty redhead murmured.
"I can see that," he replied, glancing in between her legs. "Just let me finish this smoke first, huh?"
Sally pulled her cunt lips apart, holding the pink outer lips wide, and lifted her hips so that the firm cheeks of her ass were clear of the pillow. "You like that fucking cigarette better than this?" she asked, fingering into her pussy as she slowly inserted another finger up her asshole. With the double poking, she rolled her hips suggestively.
At the sight of her pussy and the wanton way she fingered her asshole and cunt at the same time, there was no doubt that she was damn well ready.
"Hell, no," he assured her, "but I gotta rest up for a few minutes more, so I might as well smoke while I'm doing it. That last piece damn near made me croak in the saddle, you know."
"You're not trying to tell I'm too much for you, that you're not man enough for a little bitty girl like me, are you?" she asked. "You trying to tell me that dinky thing of yours won't get up again? "Hell, I'm just a little girl ... you're almost a grown-up man. You wouldn't let a little kid like me get the best of you, 'would you, Mike?"
She let her ass fall back to the pillow, but she kept her two fingers deeply buried with her legs wide.
"If I'm not man enough for a kid like you, then no one is," he bragged. "No one in the fucking world can fuck constantly, just in case you didn't know that bit of information."
"Wanna bet," she grinned at him. "I can."
A childlike smile lent an appealing expression of innocence to her pretty face, in contrast to the wantonness of her body's exposure.
"As a matter of fact," she said with a girlish giggle, "it sounds like a damn good idea."
"What does?"
"Fucking constantly."
He knew she had to be joking, but he went along with her. "What about eating?" he asked. "You'd have to stop screwing long enough to eat, right?"
"Mmmmmm," she murmured. "You innocent thing. That's where you're wrong. Eating is the essence of sex, and you can quote me on that."
"I wasn't talking about eating pussy or cock, " he said.
"Speaking of eating, hurry up with that damned cigarette, would you?"
"You trying to tell me something?"
"You damn right I am ... I want you to eat my snatch again, Mike. You eat pussy better than any boy I've wrapped my legs around."
She fingered her asshole and cunt as she talked. "Here's where I want that long tongue of yours up my cunt."
"I'm not gonna lick your pussy again," Mike said, trying his best to sound completely sincere.
"Oh? Why not?" Sally asked, her face slowly losing the wanton smile.
"Because it's illegal to eat pussy. It's illegal for a man to fuck the pussy of his own wife, even."
"Illegal?" Sally asked. "Why the hell would eating pussy be illegal?"
"Whoever told you there had to be a reason for something to be illegal?"
"But, my God, Mike, getting tonguefucked is a blast!" Sally said. "I don't see anything wrong with it. Matter of fact, I wouldn't even mess with a guy who won't suck my pussy, who wouldn't eat my cunt. Not for long, anyway."
"You telling me to haul ass, Sally?"
"Hey, you were joking when you said you wouldn't eat me again, weren't you, Mike?"
"I was definitely not," he said, feigning indignation. "It just so happens I respect the laws. Eating your pussy, no matter how much I'd like to do just that, would be a violation."
"You sure as hell didn't respect any law so goddamn much half an hour ago. As I remember--and correct me if I'm wrong on this--you violated that stupid law so thoroughly it's a wonder the damn thing survived at all."
"What law is that?"
"I'm not old enough to fuck, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, that's right. But what the hell, that was thirty minutes ago," he said. "I've learned the errors of my ways since then."
"Eating cunt is a silly, stupid law. Don't you believe in civil disobedience?"
"Eating a girl's twat is not covered under the term 'civil disobedience.'
"Uncivil disobedience, then," Sally corrected herself, still working at her pussy with her fingers.
"Well, if you put it that way, I guess I should eat more pussy. It could just be something of a duty, maybe. Sounds almost noble, now that I think about it."
"You'll eat me, then?"
"Yes, just around the edges maybe. For the sake of future generations, I'll do my best to rekindle those embers of freedom that have grown so cold."
"I don't give a shit about all that stuff," Sally said. "Just get down here and eat me."
Mike crushed. his cigarette out and got down onto. his knees, moving in between Sally's legs.
"I'm not going to eat this pussy for myself or for you, Sally; I'm doing it for mankind, you just remember that."
"Knock off the gooseshit and eat!" Sally yelled at him.
"Someday my name may well go down in history as one who cared enough."
Sally lifted her crotch toward his lowering face. "Get that cunt eating mouth of yours where it belongs, and fuck history and mankind up the ass!"
Mike leaned over and pressed his open mouth against the steam-heated hot flesh of Sally's swollen, pulsating twat. He thrust his tongue out and licked at the hairy slit. She was wet and ready. Sally shivered as his tongue licked up and down, her hips rolling and twisting.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered softly as the pleasure flooded into her body. "Ahhhhh, lick it good, Mike! Lick my pussy really good! Ooohhhh! That's nice ... awfully nice. God, I love having my pussy sucked! I like it better than fucking, most of the time. Ohhhh, lick and suck and eat and chew! Tonguefuck my cunt ... way in it!"
Mike lapped his tongue as deep as he could into the moist interior of Sally's snatch, probing and licking and fluttering, his nose almost concealed by the thatch of rust-colored hair. He was delightedly sucking away, pleased that there was no difficulty at all in penetrating his tongue several inches into the snug, slippery hole.
Sally gasped in passion and lifted her legs, bending them at the knees. She flattened her feet on the floor, and squeezed her smooth, burning thighs about his head. "Suck me!" she cried out, revolving her ass, pressing tighter into his face. "Suck me ... suck me ... suck me! Lick my cunt deep ... deep as you can go! Ahhhhh, yes!"
Mike, not as aroused as Sally, his tongue digging into the clinging pussy, was the first to hear the car pull up outside.
He pried her thighs away from his head as he pulled his tongue from her cunt. "They're home!" he said.
"Ohhh, no! Goddamn it, we haven't been watching the clock!" Sally squealed.
"We gotta get dressed--fast!" Mike said, nervous now.
At that precise moment a little boy about four years old, came walking from the hallway and right into the living room. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, and he was rubbing his balled fists against his eyes.
"I gotta go pee-pee," he announced.
"Goddamn little bastard," Mike judged with emotion more than from any known facts.
"Oh, Mike, we gotta hurry up!" Sally squealed. "You grab your clothes and take him to the bathroom. You get dressed in there and I'll dress in here, and then I'll keep the Edmundsons in here somehow long enough for you to sneak out the back door."
"What about this little bastard? What am I supposed to do with the kid?"
"Just pull his shorts down and set him up on the toilet," Sally said, scrambling for discarded panties, skirt, and blouse.
She didn't bother with slipping her panties on, nor her bra. She simply wadded the two garments up and slipped them into her purse before getting into her skirt and blouse.
She had barely finished smoothing her clothes on when the door opened and the Edmundsons entered. The man shut the door behind them.
The local high school's handsome civics teacher greeted the nervous baby sitter. "Hi, Sally ... have any problems with the kids?"
"Not one little bit," she said, trying to control the tremor of her voice. "They're such sweet, well-behaved little darlings. I really enjoy sitting with them."
Mr. Edmundson grinned with pride. "It's all in a matter of upbringing," he said.
"You must have a way with kids, Sally," Mrs. Edmundson said. "I only wish they behaved for me just half as well as they do for you."
"Listen, dear," Mr. Edmundson said to his wife,, "I'd better be getting Sally home before her parents get worried, don't you think?"
"Yes, you better do that."
Before following the teacher through the door, Sally said: "Oh, Mrs. Edmundson, I almost forgot; Georgie is on the pot. I left him there when I heard you drive up."
"Thank you, darling," Mrs. Edmundson said. "Bless his little heart, I'll take care of him."
Silently thankful that the little boy was too young to say much more than "pee-pee", Sally followed the teacher across the lawn and climbed into his car beside him.
After pulling away, Mr. Edmundson said: "You're sitting kind of close to me, Sally. You're not cold or anything are you?"
"Oh, no," Sally said, smiling in the darkness. She was just the opposite of cold. Mike had not been able to bring her off before they heard the car, and she was still boiling on the inside. "I just like you. You're my favorite teacher, sir."
"Why, thank you, Sally. It always makes a teacher happy to hear one of his students say things like that ... and especially so when the student is as pretty and sweet as you are."
"Do you really think I'm pretty and sweet?" she asked.
"Of course I do, honey. When you grow up, you might give some thought to becoming a model or something along that line."
"I'm already grown up, Mr. Edmundson," Sally said, her voice low and soft. She felt a bit hurt by his implication that she was still a child.
With her passion raging about in her body, Sally became bold. She grabbed his hand from the steering wheel and pulled it down to her breasts before he knew what was happening. She twisted his hand in such a way that it cupped the small mound, so that his palm was pressed against her tit.
"Come on, Sally," he said, his voice nervous. "Let my hand go. I've got to drive the car."
"You can drive with one hand," Sally said, giggling softly. "I like your hand on my tittie this way. It feels good, but I wish you'd sort of rub it for me. Go on ... feel my little tittie."
But he pulled his hand away from the delightful breasts and returned it to the steering wheel. He wasn't sure how to accept this bold and unexpected gesture of hers, and was a bit surprised that she would even attempt such a thing with him. But he didn't deny the effect that brief touch had on him. Her pert tittles had been nice in his hand, and it seemed as though he could still feel it there, especially the rigid little nipple that had seared the palm of his hand. The effect had made his cock swell until he was now driving with a half-hard cock.
"I couldn't do that," he said, his voice shaky.
"Why not?"
"Because it's just not right. You should know that at your age, young as you are. I'm a teacher, and you're one of my students. I could lose my ticket to teach, my job, and everything, if I messed with a student that way."
"I'd have to tell someone about it for that to happen, wouldn't I, Mr. Edmundson? And I wouldn't tell anybody about it. I couldn't tell on you no matter what you did with me. I don't go around talking about things like that, you know. So, I couldn't tell on you for anything. I like you too much."
"Well, just the same, I'm not going to feel you, Sally. I'm a married man, just in case you've forgotten. Besides that, you're far too young for a man like me to play with."
Sally disregarded that. "I bet my titties are nicer than your wife's," she said in a soft voice. "I bet my titties are harder and better to play with than hers."
You may well be right," he said, wondering about this horny teenager. "But even if you are, it still doesn't change anything. Mrs. Edmundson is my wife; and you're not. I'm sure you can understand that, Sally."
"I only know that I like you and that I'd like for you to feel my titties and play with them, kinda rub the nipples and that sort of thing, and I'd like for you to feel of something else, too."
"And just what do you mean by 'something else,' young lady?" he asked her, knowing damn well what she meant.
For an answer, Sally quickly pulled the front of her short skirt up in her lap, then to her waist. She opened her knees wide and thrust her ass to the edge of the seat. "I'm talking about this," she said in a husky voice, stroking her fingers up and down the pulsating pussy.
He glanced down and saw the way she was fondling herself.
"Christ!" he gasped, feeling his cock strain hard now inside his pants.
"I'm nice and tight there, between my legs, Mr. Edmundson," Sally said in the most seductive voice she could. "I bet I'm much tighter here than your wife ... because I'm so much younger. And I'll bet I'm a hotter girl, too."
"Sally, you shouldn't be saying things like that," he said in a nervous voice. "You shouldn't even be doing that to yourself, and especially you should be wearing panties and sitting up with your skirt down. That kind of talk, and what you're doing, isn't at all proper, at least not between a student and her teacher. And that goes double for exposing yourself that way."
But although he said it, he couldn't take his eyes off her fingers as she began to thrust them in and out of her pussy. Then he had to force his eyes back to the road.
Sally giggled. "You know what, Mr. Edmundson ... I bet you'd just love to push your big old thing into me here, wouldn't you? The only thing is, you're just afraid you'll get found out somehow, right?"
"I have no desire to establish that sort of relationship you're talking about, not with a sixteen-year-old girl," he said. "I'm a grown man--almost three times your age--and you're still just a child. Well, maybe a bit more than a child," he conceded.
"I am not a goddamn child!" Sally said, her voice angry. "I've got titties and I've got a pussy!"
"Well, be that as it may, I think of you as a child, Sally, and that's why I have no interest in doing what you seem to want me to do so badly."
Suspicious of the truth of what he was saying, Sally glanced down into his lap. The sight of what she saw--a towering bulge in his pants - brought an involuntary gasp of delighted surprise from her. "You really don't wanna fuck me, is that right?" she asked in a tone of voice that indicated to him that she would stop trying to seduce him if he answered her affirmatively.
"I really don't want to do that to you," he said, almost relieved.
Sure, and you're a fucking bullshit artist, he said to himself. But you just can't afford taking a chance with a girl so damned young, no matter how sweet and desirable she is. Besides, she might start making demands after it was over--and whether she denies it or not--hold it over your head, threaten to tell the school board, or that cold-blooded wife of mine; in juicy words, just what I did to her.
"You really don't wanna fuck me?" Sally asked, boldly, as if she had not heard his first answer.
"I meant it," he told her firmly.
Sally suddenly shot her left hand into his lap, grabbing hold of his towering prick through his pants, gripping it tightly.
"If you don't wanna fuck me, then how come your weenie is sticking up so big and hard right now?" she asked.
Thinking as fast as he could at the moment, squirming under the caressing hand, he said: "Now, don't you go jumping to conclusions."
"It doesn't take much conclusion jumping," Sally said in a pleased voice. "You wanna stick this big thing in my cunt just as much as I want you to. If you didn't, you wouldn't have this great big old hard-on tight now."
She gave his cock a squeeze, then fondled it up and down it.
"That isn't at all true, young lady, and you can stop playing with my, as you so sweetly say, weenie."
But Sally continued to fondle his prick, running her fingers over the straining material that held tightly.
"Bullshit!" Sally snorted. "When a man get's a hard-on like this, he wants to stick it someplace. And it's my pussy that made it this hard, so it's my pussy where you want to stick it."
"That's just the tightness of my pants," he said, lamely, his cock throbbing into her palm. "If I've told my wife once, I've told her a thousand times, don't buy me such tight pants."
"I don't believe you," Sally purred, leaning against his arm and rubbing her tits there as she held his cock.
"Well, believe it or not, that's the truth." Then: "Ohhhhh!"
"Why are you groaning, teacher dear?" she whispered ever so softly. "You like it when I rub this big old cock for you, don't you?"
"Sally," he croaked in a husky voice. "You shouldn't be doing this."
"Oh, pooh-pooh," she giggled, locating the tab of his zipper and pulling it down. Then she reached into his open pants, found the rigid hotness of his cock and tugged it free, looking down at it in the dim light from the dash.
"Boy!" she hissed in amazement. "You've got a real big one, Mr. Edmundson. That's just about the biggest cock I've ever seen. I'm sure glad I'm not a virgin. If I was, I could never take it ... not all of it, anyway."
She wrapped her fingers around it and began to jerk up and down, holding tightly. Her fingers barely encircled the thick shaft, and she began to breathe faster as her passion swelled. The head was enormous to her young eyes, and she loved the smoothness as she rubbed a thumb over it. She found he was dripping from, the piss hole and it tickled her. Experimentally, she brought her right hand down to his cock, and found to her surprise that she could fit it into both her fists, with maybe an inch left over.
Mr. Edmundson trembled as she stroked up and down, and his mind was whirling insanely. "I have no intention of doing to you what you want," he said, trying to keep from using the same words she used, "so you needn't worry a bit about your virginity, or lack of it. As I've told you, I'm married, and I happen to be the old-fashioned sort of husband who holds a great deal of respect for his marital vows."
"Well, you can take your marital vows and stuff them up your old-fashioned asshole," Sally said, watching as her hands drew up a clear bead of fluid on his cock. "You act like your weenie was a wind-up toy and your wife has the only key to it."
"It isn't a matter of my, uh, weenie. It's a matter of my self-respect, of my principles. Now, young lady, would you be so kind as to let my--"
"Oh, why don't you just shut the fuck up, teacher?" Sally said, pumping faster on his thick prick, her fingers squeezing and testing the firmness.
Then, impulsively, she quickly lowered her face.
"Ohhhh ... oh, oh, shit!" he cried out, surprised. "Ahhh, Sally ... Sally, you don't ... shouldn't be doing anything like this! Ohhhh, Christ! Stop doing--"
But Sally wasn't paying any attention to him. She had lowered her face to his lap as her small hand pumped on his dick. Her lips brushed the dripping head, and her tongue glided from her lips, working all over the swollen smoothness, tasting the slippery juices and sending a raging fire burning throughout his body so fiercely he was trembling. Sally opened her lips as wide as she could, taking the tip of his cock between them. Her tongue licked and swirled, and she stuffed more of his thick prick between her stretched lips. By the time she had a quarter of its length in her mouth, there was no more room for her tongue to lick, so she satisfied herself by sucking up and down on as much as possible, keeping her hand going fast. It was throbbing and dripping into her mouth, and every so often she had to swallow as it built up, otherwise she may have choked on the oozing fluids. She confirmed to jack his cock as she sucked the bulbous head, all the more to excite him, to keep him horny. Although Sally enjoyed sucking a hard cock, she wanted her teacher to fuck her, at least for the first time. She wanted to know what it felt like to have such an enormous prick sliding in and out of her cunt.
She was so excited by having her mouth filled to capacity by his prick, she was undecided for a few moments whether she wanted to suck him all the way off, let him gush into her mouth, and make him achieve a hard-on again later, or to fuck her now and suck him afterwards. As she mouthed his cock, she squirmed her ass about, her skirt high, her thighs and round butt exposed by the dim lights from the dash. She was small enough in size so that she could stretch out on the seat of the car, with her knees bent and her feet on the window. Mr. Edmundson glanced occasionally at her gleaming white ass as she thrilled him with her wicked mouth and tongue, and all of it combined to increase his passion until he was about to become a screaming maniac.
He thought she had the sweetest little ass he had ever seen on a young girl, and it reminded him of the many times he had secretly observed the high school girls as they strung those cute things about in tight jeans or short skirts. Many was the time he had fantasized of seeing such a pretty little ass on those girls, and now he was seeing one, and it was naked, and it was white, and it was delicious, and it was delicately small. In fact, he thought, the spread of one hand would cover her fine little butt completely.
The way she was sucking on his cock told him she certainly had experience at blowing a man. It made him wonder how many of those other pretty girls in school were cocksuckers. Things had changed so swiftly from the days when he was a boy, it was most confusing. In his day, a girl would pretend hard to get, but once she spread her legs, she would fuck pretty good. Nowadays, it seemed girls were the aggressive ones.
It was while she was sucking on his cock that it occured to Sally that she was small enough to easily climb onto his lap between the steering wheel and get his cock up into her steaming little twat, and get the fucking she desperately wanted even while he drove the car.
She released his cock with a moist, suctioning sound, and still hanging onto it with her fist, she slipped under his right arm and crawled onto his lap with her face toward his, her back toward the steering wheel.
"Just what are you trying to do?" he asked, peering over her shoulder.
"You better make your preparations, lover," she whispered.
"Don't call me that, Sally. And what are you making preparations for, anyway? And why should I prepare myself?"
Sally pushed her right foot to the floor, shoving it between the seat and door. She bent her left leg and let the calf rest against his right thigh. She could feel his cock pressing in between the warm cheeks of her ass.
She reached over to her purse and felt around inside it until she located what she wanted. She waited for him to open his mouth to say something, then threw the brown capsule into the back of his throat.
"Swallow!" she demanded.
He had little choice, since the capsule had fallen down his throat of its own accord.
"What was that" he asked.
"A sex capsule, lover," she told him warmly. "You're about to have the time of your life, Mr. Edmundson."
Sally then unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her hard little titties completely. She took hold of his cock by reaching between them and guided the huge head toward her pulsating pussy.
"Sally, you ... you shouldn't do this," he protested, but it wasn't a very convincing protest.
She squirmed her crotch along the ridge of his cock, then felt it slip between the wet lips of her cunt. As soon as she was sure it was firmly captured there, she shoved downward, and felt the thickness of his prick begin to penetrate.
"Ooooooo," she cooed in delighted passion as she sat down on the long cock, burying it fully into her stretched, hairy cunt. "That sure does feel good going up my snatch," she said, her voice husky, thick. "Ohhhh, do I ever love this!"
It felt to Sally as if his cock was splitting her from asshole to belly button, but she wouldn't have gave it up for anything in this world. She felt so stuffed down between her legs, so full. She gurgled in lustful pleasure, riding up and down his cock by using the muscles of her thighs, her arms about his neck and her head resting on his shoulder. Soft mewlings kept bubbling from her as she pumped and danced her ass, her titties scraping at the. rough material of his jacket. Her pussy was stretched more than ever before, and she could feel every ridge and groove of his prick; feel it pulsating against the lips of her twat.
She writhed and twisted, danced and bounced her ass on him, sliding up and down, revolving against him like a corkscrew. Young as she was, the man had to admit that she was one damn fine little fuck, that she really knew how to screw a man.
"Good ... so fucking good!" she murmured against his ear as she rose and dipped and twisted. "God ... how that cock fills my hot cunt! I'm so full of beautiful hard prick ... Oooooo! Fuck me, teacher! Ahhhh ... Ohhhhh ... Oooooo! Wow ... you're good!"
Mr. Edmondson wasn't going to disagree with her, not this time. He'd never felt anything so damned tight and hot in his entire life, and it seemed as though his cock was caught by a steaming iron, an iron of velvety flesh, flesh that contracted and released his cock. He could feel everything up inside her young pussy, every tiny muscle that came into action. She was good at fucking, and it was good to him.
It was damned good.
Difficult as it was while driving the car, he managed to work his ass up and down somewhat, sending his cock as deeply as he could in this awkward position. Her twat was gripping him tightly, and when he began to fuck her, Sally squealed with delight.
"Ohhhh, teacher!" Sally whimpered, the muscles of her pussy contracting around his cock. "Golly ... you're gonna make me come like never before! Ohhhh ... Ooooooo, shit! Ohhhhh, damn ... Ahhhhh ... it's fantastic! Wheeeee ... I'm gonna really come like ... "
She felt his cock swell even more so inside her, then there was a warm gush that thrilled her, and she felt as though he would never stop coming in her. Her body shook and trembled, and Sally went into ecstatic convulsions as her orgasm exploded.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hey, you ever been up to the Blackburn mansion?" Hank asked Peggy.
"Once," she said. "I wasn't hardly nine or ten years old at the time, though. I was a Girl Scout then and me and a bunch of girls went up there to explore the old place."
"I used to go up there a lot when I was younger," Hank said. "Me and a friend of mine. Just to sort of mess around. Something to do, that's all. If I remember right, it's a pretty interesting old place."
"Is that where we're going now?"
"Yeah, why hot? I thought we might have some fun up there. See if it's any more fun than before. Who the hell knows? I might decide to fuck you up on the roof of the old place, if we can get up to it. I bet nobody has ever screwed on the roof of the Blackburn mansion."
He laughed. The idea of getting a piece of ass in that way struck him as being funny.
"Where is it?" Peggy asked. "I don't even remember how to get there."
"That's okay--I do. Just up the road. Maybe a mile or so ... there, that's the turn-off. It's really a long driveway and it leads right up to the place."
Neither Hank nor Peggy said anything more until he swung the car into the steep dirt drive. Both were getting too much of a charge out of listening to the grunts and whimpers and sighs of passion coming from Susan and Bob in the tiny back seat, as the two young ones began approaching a mutual orgasm.
Slowly and carefully traveling up the drive now, Hank glanced at Peggy. "If this fucking driveway is any clue to the condition of the mansion, the goddamn thing won't be nothing but a pile of rubble."
"It is kinda rough for a riding surface," she agreed.
In the back seat, Susan sat up, having just let go of the tension that had built up in her snatch while Bob screwed and screwed and screwed her. She peered over at her sister, that at Hank. "Where are we?"
"Up close to the old Blackburn place, sweet ass," Hank said.
"What's that?" Susan asked.
While he was tucking his now soft cock back into his pants, zipping his fly, Bob said: "Weren't you listening to them talk a while ago, Susan?"
"No," she laughed. "All I was listening to was the sound of your dick going in and out of my pussy. That sounded kinda nice to me."
"Yeah, felt nice, too, Bob said, laughing with her. Neither of them were nervous now, having finally gotten down to the facts. "At least, it felt nice to me."
"It felt more than just nice to me," Susan giggled. "I like fucking better than I thought I would. Now, will you answer my question?"
Bob reached down between her slender thighs and cupped her moist, hairy little twat. "I go for you, Susan," he said, squeezing her.
"I wish to hell you could drive, Bob," Hank said. "I'd trade you places in a minute and show Susan I like her a hell of a lot more than you. I got more cock to like her with."
"You don't like somebody with hot air," Bob retorted.
"Who's talking about hot air?" Hank asked.
"Will someone please answer my goddamn question?" Susan interupted them. "I asked what the Blackburn mansion is."
"Oh, it's a big, run-down place on top of this hill," Peggy told her sister.
Bob opened the soft, fuzz-covered lips of Susan's pussy and slipped his little finger into it. He worked the finger back and forth, fascinated by the heat and tightness.
"Ohhhh, that feels nice, Bob," Susan said, twisting her ass to effect a more thrilling sensation. It felt awfully good to have him feeling her up, even though her sexual urges had been satiated well enough so that she wasn't becoming completely stimulated.
He was the first boy to feel her this way other than his brother, and Susan loved it. If nothing else, it was at least pleasant to her in the way it was when someone rubbed her back or neck.
But although Susan wasn't becoming aroused to the point of desperation, Bob was. In fact, he was becoming so excited again, he had to relieve the pressure of his excitement. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free, and while running his little finger in and out of her snatch, he began to unashamedly jack off. And the longer he stroked his cock, the faster his fist went, and of course, this served to make his little finger thrust faster into the precious cunt of Susan.
He would have liked to stick his cock up her tight little twat and fuck her again, but he figured--what with all the screwing she had been getting this night--that she might be a bit sore between her legs and might not care to have anything larger than his little finger pushing in and out of her there.
After all, he reasoned, her pussy was kind of new to this sort of thing, having been penetrated no less than two hours with two different cocks, and it might need a bit of a rest for a while.
He decided, now stroking his fist quite rapidly, that he would even take his finger out of her snatch as soon as he made himself come.
Susan was gazing at him with huge eyes as he masturbated, a curious glint there. She had never, of course, seen a boy jacking off, and it was a fascinating sight to her. Especially when he began to come. The thick stuff squirted up from the flaring piss hole and fell back down over his pumping fist, and he kept right on jerking until it was over.
What a funny sight, she told herself, when she watched him gush, saw the series of brief spurts.
Hank laughed when he heard his brother groan, and it was while he was laughing that he saw a bright reflection out of the corner of his eye. It lasted for only a brief moment; just long enough for him to see that it came from among the trees off the driveway to his left.
He braked the car and threw it into reverse. He backed slowly, hoping to see the reflection again. "What are you doing?" Peggy asked.
"Be quiet," he replied. "I thought I saw something off the road. Out there in those trees."
"You did?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, shit, Hank," Peggy said nervously. "Maybe we should turn around and get our butts away from here. That old Blackburn place might be haunted or something. What you saw might be a ghost."
"Don't be an asshole, Peggy," Hank said. "There's no such thing as a ghost."
"Is that a fact? Well, smart-ass, just how do you know?" Peggy asked. "There are more things in heaven and hell and on earth than are dreamt of in your fucked-up philosophy."
"What the hell are you talking about? Sometimes, Peggy, I get the suspicion that you're not right in your goddamn head. You know that?"
"It's from Shakespeare, I think. And what it means is--what it means is ... well, just how do you know, anyway?"
"How the hell do I know what?" Hank asked, not paying much attention to her. Most of his attention was in watching for that reflection.
"How do you know there are no such things as ghosts?"
"Like I said, don't be an asshole."
"You don't be an asshole, asshole!" Peggy said angrily. "I bet there are too ghosts. And I just hope they grab you and leave the rest of us alone."
"Ghosts don't take people, you shit-for-brains," Hank retorted. "It's a known, scientific fact that ghosts are absolutely harmless."
"I thought you said there wasn't any such thing as a ghost," Peggy said, triumphantly.
"Well, if there are such things, that's what I mean," Hank said.
"Oh, sure! If there are ghosts, it's a known, scientific fact that they're absolutely harmless! That doesn't even make sense, you cocksucker!"
"Hell, it don't. have to make sense," Hank explained, ignoring her name-calling. "It's what's called an immutable law. Honestly, Peggy, I would have thought anyone your age would have heard of the immutable law."
"Oh, of course I have," Peggy said, never one to admit to a lack of knowledge. "But I've never heard of that particular one."
"It was just passed recently, as far as that goes, but you still should have heard of it."
"It could be one of those flying saucers," Susan put in. "I've heard about those things. They like to hang around in a bunch of trees like this. They probably even look like trees."
"Flying saucers don't look like trees," Bob told her. "They look more like cigars, or discs, mostly. Some of them, anyway, and some of them look like big, huge cylinders. I know because I've got an uncle who's seen thousands of them."
"Thousands?" Peggy asked, snickering.
"Well, maybe hundreds, then. He sees them all the time."
"He's not a bartender, by any chance, is he?" Peggy asked, still snickering.
"I wasn't talking about flying saucers looking like trees," Susan said. "I was talking about the people inside them, inside the flying saucers. That could be why they hang around trees so much."
"That's a sort of sex thing," Hank said. "Hell, I could have told you that."
"You think they look like trees, too, Hank?" Susan asked.
"Of course," he replied, watching out the window as he backed very slowly. "It's an immutable law."
"When did they pass that one?" Bob asked. "Well, to be technical, it's still in the committee, but it's sure to be passed any day now."
"Sure, sure it is," Bob sneered. "And I don't have hairy balls, either."
"That's your personal problem, not mine," Peggy giggled.
"Say, did any of you hear that story about the private detective who had been trying to screw his girlfriend for three months and finally got it up her?" Susan asked.
All three denied ever hearing such a story.
"Well, when he finally pushed his cock up her pussy and started fucking her, he said, "I've been trying to case this crack for three months."
"You just stop telling dirty stories, Susan," Peggy said.
"That's not a dirty story," Susan said. "It gets filth--"
"There it is!" Hank shouted, interrupting the blonde.
He jammed on the brakes and waited for the car to come to a full stop before setting the emergency brake.
Then, opening the door, he said: "I'm going down into those trees and investigate this. You three stay where you are."
"I have all intentions of doing just that," Peggy said. "I'm a coward at heart. Besides, I don't wanna go getting raped by any damned ghost. Just the thought of getting fucked by a ghost makes me shake."
Hank pushed the door closed behind him, then started away from the car. He left the driveway and started across the thick brush toward the trees: Despite himself, he was more than a little afraid of what he might find in there. He knew it wouldn't be any such thing as a ghost, but it could be some sort of maniac with a huge butcher knife just waiting to slice someone's head off his shoulders.
He remembered reading in the newspaper about how they had found a man's body in the state park with a dozen knife holes in him and his eyeballs cut out of his head. Although the paper didn't say so, it hinted that the man's cock and balls had been chewed on, too. The thought of it now made Hank's flesh crawl, just as it had when he read of it.
He wondered if he should turn around and run like hell back to the car.
And he would have done just that, but he couldn't think of any reasonable lie to give the others as an excuse for his racing back.
He folded his arms across his chest and set a defiant expression on his face as he forged ahead.
He was almost to the trees before he saw the red sports car.
Somebody has had an accident, he told himself.
Or it was some kind of clever trap for the unwary. After all, a person can never tell about these butcher-knife maniacs. They can be tricky bastards sometimes--tricky as hell.
And what kind of normal person would be driving up toward the Blackburn mansion, anyway?
Hell, what am I thinking about? he said to himself. Pretty soon I'll be talking out loud to myself, telling myself to believe in Peggy's goddamn ghosts! Well, that wouldn't be so bad, but just don't answering yourself, Hank Collier!
Going toward the small car, Hank passed between two fairly close-set trees. A large leaf fell silently from an overhead limb and floated into the side of his neck.
Immediately, his asshole puckered up tightly and he suppressed a scream as he jerked quickly to his right.
"Who ... who's that?" he whispered, his voice shaking in fear.
There was no answer.
The silence was very thick, and he thought he could feel the tension pressing in around him.
"Who,'s there?" he repeated, a little louder, but barely.
Again, no answer.
"Don't try anything funny with me," he called out in what he thought of as a commanding voice. "I'm a Karate expert, and besides, this whole place is surrounded by police."
And still his words were greeted by heavy silence.
"We're not gonna hurt you if you just drop your butcher knife and give yourself up," he said, but just as quickly amended that to: "Just go away."
Silence.
Hank suddenly noticed the slight pressure of the leaf that had come to 'rest on his shoulder, still touching his neck. He brushed it away and let go with a series of relieved curses. "Son of a fucking bitch! Goddamn cocksucking ... "
He continued toward the sports car and noticed almost immediately that there were two naked girls lying flat on their backs and immobile beside the car.
"Christ!" he whispered harshly. "A double fucking murder!"
The first thing he did when he had gotten to the two girls was to check them for stab wounds. He found none, but he did find a large bump on each girl's head and blood caked the young and smaller girl's thighs. And he also found that both were breathing.
A double rape, he surmised, and the young girl had sure as hell been a virgin.
Of all the low-down, contemptible--he began to say silently of the unknown rapist, then checked himself when he remembered abruptly that he had raped a girl less than an hour ago, and up her asshole, at that.
Remembering his previous rape seemed to make a second one inevitable.
It was almost like something he could feel inside himself, the force that was commanding him to do it as surely as the voice of a demonic hypnotist to rape one of the naked girls lying at his feet.
"Goddamn capsule!" he swore aloud.
Then everything was forgotten but the necessity of sticking his cock into a pussy.
He dropped down onto his knees between the splayed thighs of the obviously older girl--even in his present state of mind, he lacked the stomach to rape a girl who had not long ago been ruptured by another rapist--and unzipped his pants. He pulled his throbbing hard cock free, and aimed it toward the unconscious girl's cunt. He rubbed it up and down for a moment along her warm slit, watching in the moonlight the way her dark hair parted before his prick, the way her pussy lips gave when he pressed the swollen head between them. Unconscious she may be, but her pussy was nice and" Warm.
"Hank!" came Susan's voice from his right and maybe a hundred feet or so away. "Hank, is that you?"
Quickly, Hank thrust his cock back into his pants and the hard length rode down his own thigh. He zipped up swiftly and swore at the interruption. He was just about to plunge into that hairy cunt, damn it.
"Hank, is that you?" Susan repeated, no longer approaching, because she couldn't tell for certain who it was on his knees next to the red car. "If that's you, Hank, answer me."
"Yeah, it's me," he called to her. "Come on over here."
Susan quickly approached him and stared down at the two naked girls.
"Who are they?" she asked.
"I haven't the slightest idea," Hank said. "Why isn't Bob with you?"
"Oh, Peggy wanted to play with him. You know how she is--always wanting to get fucked or something."
"That goddamn brother of mine just don't have much sense, if you ask me, wanting to dip his dong up her instead of a cute little piece like you," Hank said. He stood up and faced Susan, and she saw right away the vertical lump of his hard-on rising down his pants leg.
"It's these girls here," he said by way of explanation. "A pretty girl, all naked like that, always makes me hot where it counts, even if she is out cold. Hell, look at them ... nice titties and pussy and everything showing."
Susan felt a tingling sensation between her legs, and she squeezed them tightly together. "You wanna fuck me?" she asked.
Hank didn't even bother to answer. He simply unzipped his pants and brought his thick prick out once again.
He all but threw the startled Susan to the ground, then shoved his cock up between her thighs even as he shoved her skirt up.
"Golly!" Susan gasped, irritated by his hurry. "Aren't you even gonna feel around my pussy a little first?"
"There's no time to feel around," he said. "I gotta get this into your cunt right now."
"Why the rush?"
"I can't tell you, not now," he said.
He bent over and guided his cock to her exposed pussy.
"Ohhh, ... sweets ... sweets ... sweets," he groaned, as he sank the full length of his prick into her pussy with one powerful, complete thrust.
"This is just the same as being raped," Susan said, turned off now by his apparent lack of consideration for her.
Ignoring her, he drove and plunged and thrust into her almost dry little slit.
"Honey pie, you're so fucking good ... so fucking nice, a good fuck," he said raggedly. "And that cunt of yours is so tight! You're beautiful, Susan ... absolutely beautiful!"
"You're hurting me, you bastard," she gasped. "I wasn't ready for you, not this way."
"I'll get you ready, doll," he whispered hotly. "I'll get this fine pussy so ready you'll blow your fucking mind!"
"Come on now, Hank ... take it out of me," Susan said.
Hank dropped his mouth to hers. He kissed her roughly, bruising her delicate lips and not giving a damn.
Susan opened her mouth, and he shot his tongue deep into it. While licking all over the inside of her mouth; he lifted his hands from the ground and slipped them under his chest, cupping Susan's hard little titties. He squeezed and kneaded and massaged the sugary flesh, and Susan's nipples became hard and rubbery, swelling more and more into his palms.
And as he licked at her mouth and fondled her tits, he pumped and thrust his long cock in and out of her snug, contracting little slit, going faster and faster and finding the going easier as Susan's passions began to flare and release all the slippery lubricant he needed.
She began to moan wildly as her lust soared, and she bucked beneath him, twisting her little ass about on the ground and not caring about getting dirty in the process. She threw her legs up and then folded them across the back of Hank's desperately pumping ass.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhhhh, mmmmmmmm ... screw me ... screw me!" Susan yelped into the night, writhing furiously beneath him. "Fuck me ... fuck me forever! Forever and ever! Ohhh, this is ... is fantastic, Hank! Oh, God, Hank ... oh, darling . darling Hank! You're really getting in there now! You're really getting good and deep! Oooooooo, wheeeeeee ... so wonderfully deep in my cunt! It feels so good, so fucking good! Screw me ... fuck me!"
Hank rammed his cock far into the tight, incredible cunt. She was so damned good between her thighs, so tight, so wet, so hot and ready, that he found it difficult to believe she was real.
The capsule he had taken while in the restroom at the drive-in theater made him think of Susan as a goddess of sheer sex, of uninhibited, hard-burning, wonderful sex, and that no amount of future fucking could match her for spine-wrenching, hump-wonderful ecstasy the terrific, orgy of thrills he was feeling right now.
His ass rose and fell at the speed of light--speaking in a poetic sense--as he frictioned his throbbing prick in and out of the silken pussy. It was so good for him, he could literally feel his asshole being drawn in tightly. He felt the creamy wetness of her inner cunt lips clutching at his cock, sucking the full length of it as he plunged in and out.
Susan writhed furiously, clawing at his back, her heels digging into his ass. Faster and faster he rammed into her, stroking with hard-driving lengths into her soaking tissues, hitting her bulging little clittoris in just the right way to drive her out of her mind.
He felt a bold of lightning strike him in the asshofe, exploding in his swinging balls, igniting the trigger-fuse that caused him to come, and he produced an enormous ejaculation that flooded Susan's cunt.
"Ohhhhh, darling. Ooooooo!" Susan whimpered, twisting her ass in a frantic effort to drain him, the secret, hidden muscles ofher twat going to work furiously on his spewing prick.
"Ahhhhhh!" Hank groaned as he felt the long, drawn-out orgasm take full possession of his mind and body.
"Baby ... baby, ... baby, me too!" Susan screamed happily into the night. "I'm coming, too! I'm coming with you! We're both coming at the same fucking time! Ooooooooo!"
Susan could feel her pussy become tighter and tighter about his cock, the full power of her pussy muscles flexing and squeezing, milking on his cock like the hot, greedy mouth of the world's greatest cocksucker, pulling the last drop of thick semen from his balls.
Susan bucked her ass up and down so hard and frantic beneath Hank as her convulsing cunt closed like a fist of flesh-like pliers around him that he was lifted completely from the ground, and would have been thrown from her if not for the bone-crushing bear-hug that was holding him locked against and inside her body.
But finally they rolled apart.
"You sure do know how to make a girl feel good," Susan panted, eyes gleaming. "That was the best tonight."
Hank stared down at his crotch and saw that his cock was still upright, having lost none of his erection. "Wanna take it once more?"
"God, no!" Susan said. "Not right away, at least. My poor pussy is so sore from all this fucking tonight, I probably won't be able to walk for a week. I need a breather."
"Shit," Hank said. "I gotta have some more pussy, Susan."
"Well ... " she said, undecided as she peered at his cock in the moonlight. Then she said: "You could shove it into one of these two girls, couldn't you. Since they're both out, I doubt if they'd mind. That one looks sort of young, though. You better fuck the older one."
"You wouldn't think I was some kind of pervert or anything if I did, would you?"
"Why should I think that? Anyway, which ever one you wanna fuck, you'll be doing her a big favor. There can't be too many boys running around with a big cock like yours."
"Well ... " Hank said, looking down at the two girls, gazing in between their sprawled thighs. "Okay, I'll fuck this one," he indicated the older girl. "But, you better not call me . a pervert or anything, Susan."
"I told you I wouldn't, didn't I?" Susan said. "Besides, I'd sorta like to watch. I wouldn't mind if you screwed me when I was out like they are."
By now, Hank's cock was throbbing up toward his stomach again, so when he got between the wide open legs of the older girl, starting to stuff his cock into her revealed cunt, he found the going a bit rough.
"Here," Susan said, seeing he was having some difficulties. "Let me help you."
She reached down and with both hands pulled the girl's hair-rimmed cunt apart, opening it up for Hank's penetration. "There--I'll hold her pussy open for you. That should make it easier for you to get up her."
With Susan's holding of the pussy lips, he took several slow, easy strokes before burying his dick all the way inside the girl, his balls brushing at her ass-cheeks. He went in nice and easy because he didn't want to hurt her.
"Okay," he grunted, "I'm in her ... you can turn loose now."
Susan did so and settled back on her heels and watched with wide eyes as Hank thrust his cock in and out of the unconscious girl's twat. Seeing this made her somewhat horny, and she slipped her hand between her thighs and tickled a finger about her clitoris.
"Want me to play with your balls?" Susan asked.
"Yeah," he grunted. "You do that."
Since he still had his pants on, Susan had to reach between his legs and lift them free of his fly. She rolled and tugged on his hairy balls as he thrust in and out of the girl's snatch, keeping her other hand in between her legs and cupping her own pussy.
It didn't last very long, and when he reached the stage where he was about to come, he was pumping faster and faster, and with Susan clutching his balls that way, it was a big help for him. He was fucking the girl so fast, in fact, that the friction in her pussy caused the girl to moan as though she were in pain.
"You better hurry," Susan warned. "She might wake up before you come."
Hank grunted again as he felt his orgasm rip through hi$ body. And, he was surprised to find that the girl's cunt seemed to be convulsing along with him. His own come this time was a bit weak, and even though he was caught up in the orgasm, he knew without a doubt he was producing an orgasm in the girl, too. The girl opened her, eyes briefly, moving her hands down to her crotch.
Hank barely had time to pull his finally limp cock from her and get it back into his pants before the girl's hands reached her pussy.
The girl looked up, dizzy and blurry-eyed.
"What happened?"
Then she saw that she was naked, and said: Where are my clothes?"
Hank replied: "I don't know what happened, but we found you and her like--"
"Her? Penny? Where is she?"
"She's right next to you," Susan said, noticing how worried the brunette was.
The girl turned her eyes to her side and saw the naked little girl, including the blood on her almost skinny legs.
"Oh, dear God!" she screamed, turning onto her side and staring at the girl's viciously deflowered little snatch. "She's been raped!"
"You, too," Hank said, then quickly added: "At least, that's the way I got it figured out. How in the hell did it happen?"
"The car--" the girl thought back, "--it went out of control. I remember it hit that tree ... " she indicated with a nod of her head, the large tree against which the car had apparently came to rest. " ... and then everything went black on me. And I don't know how long it was later, but I came to because Penny was screaming. The king was dragging her out of the--"
"The king?" Hank interrupted. "Who the hell is the king, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I don't know who he is, but he's the king of the club. I never saw him without this black mask he wears that covers his whole face, so I don't have any idea who he is, but I guess he saw our car--maybe after the meeting--when he was driving down--"
"What meeting?" Hank interrupted again. "And what do you know about the club? I've been trying to find out about this damn thing, but I haven't been very successful."
"I'm not supposed to tell you any of this, not unless you want to become a member. It's a lot of fun, if you'd like to join."
"Look, I won't tell anyone. Maybe I will become a member if you tell me how to go about it and if it sounds like fun. Now tell me ... "
"What about her?" the girl asked, indicating Susan.
"I won't tell, either," Susan affirmed quickly.
"Well ... I guess I can trust you. I sure hope so, because I don't want to go through a--Oh, my God! That's it! This was a test! The king found us, me and Penny, and he decided getting raped for being late would be our test!"
"What's this test shit?" Hank asked. "What are you talking about? I don't want to join any club that gives tests. I get enough of that shit at school."
"This is different," the girl said. "It's a test to make sure you're loyal. Understand?"
"Understand, my ass!" Hank snorted. "That doesn't even make sense to me. How does his raping you and her--how does that prove you're loyal to this whatever he is?"
"It doesn't have to make sense; not in the way you mean sense. It's--"
"I know," Susan said. "It's one of those immutable laws! Everybody knows about the immutable laws," she giggled.
"They do? Well, I don't," Valerie confessed. "Just what is an--what you said?"
"Listen, just finish what you were saying," Hank said. "Susan is just trying to be a smart-ass."
"You didn't think so a few minutes ago," Susan complained. "In fact, you were--"
"Aw, come' on, Susan .. let her finish explaining why she's not making any goddamn sense, will you?"
"But it does make sense," Valerie asserted. "To me what I told you makes sense. The king says a lot of things--and does a lot of things--that you'd say don't make any sense. But he says everything makes sense, so it's a waste of time to ask what makes sense and what doesn't in a phony world."
"What's a phony world, and what the hell are you talking about?"
"This is a phony world," Valerie said. "When you're not high, when you're not making it, it's all phony. It's not really real at all."
"Is that a fact?" Hank asked.
"Well, it's what the king says."
"Tell me about this club." he urged.
"Well, it's for having sexual orgies and smoking pot and taking LSD and other drugs. We used to meet at the houses of different members when their parents were away, but the king said that wasn't very safe, that we might be caught, so we fixed up the Blackburn mansion for a meeting place. There's another meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow evening, by the way."
"Another meeting? You mean there was one tonight?" Hank asked.
"Sure. That's why Penny and I went through a test ... for not showing up like we were supposed to. Only it doesn't seem like it was fair to me, raping Penny, because she's not even a member yet. But I guess the king know's what's right."
"He's got something going pretty nice for himself," Hank said. "I'll have to say that much for him."
Valerie slapped Penny's face lightly again and again, until the young girl began to stir.
"I hope she's not mad at me," Valerie commented. "It wasn't me that raped her."
Penny moaned as she began to regain full consciousness. She pushed her hands down between her slim thighs, saying: "It hurts so bad. Please ... don't do it to me again."
"She's not too clear in the head," Hank commented.
"He probably did it to her again and again. Oh, my poor baby," Valerie said softly, caressing Penny's face. "The king can go on and on and on after he's taken a lot of those sex pills."
"Are those little brown-colored capsules?" Hank asked.
"Yes," Valerie said. "They're the only thing a member is allowed to take away from a meeting. Why? Have you had any of them?"
"Oh, no!" Hank lied easily. "But I've heard about them."
"They loosen up your sexual inhibitions, and--combined with pot--they really make a person smoke for sex. But for a guy--this is what I've heard--he better have a willing girl real close to him, or he's liable to force some girl, or beat his meat until there's nothing left but a bloody stump."
"They sound like strong shit," Hank said.
"Oh, they are. The king knows this mad scientist--this is what I've heard, anyway--a chemist or something, and he gets him all this stuff he wants, the sex capsules, LSD, pot, other things, too?"
"This club sounds damned interesting to me," Hank said. "What is it I gotta do to join?"
"How about letting me and Penny get our clothes on, huh? You could drive us home--I'll call a garage to pick up my car in the morning--and we could talk about getting you into it. And your girl too, if she wants to join. But I better tell you she's going to have to fuck a lot."
"Susan isn't my girl," Hank said. "She's just a. friend, a damn good friend, if you know what I mean. But she's fuck crazy. My real girl is back in my car giving my brother a blow job, or something."
"Oh, you're something of a swinger, huh?" Valerie smiled, knowingly. "Hey, that's fantastic! Me--I'm Valerie Simpson--and Penny and your brother and girl and you and--"
"Susan," Susan smiled.
Valerie returned the smile, warmly, then hungrily, before finishing what she started to say. "We could have a real good time over at my place. I have some sex capsules and some pot--I sneaked it out from the last meeting I was at--and with them we could really blow our minds and bodies, among other things," she grinned wickedly. "How's that sound to you?"
"Wild!" Hank enthused.
"How about you?" Valerie asked Susan, her eyes running hotly over the young blonde's pretty body. "Are you willing for some ... fun?"
"It sounds all right to me, but you'll have to ask my sister first."
"Her sister is my girl," Hank explained. "And I know for a fact that she'll jump at the idea."
Valerie glanced at Penny and started to ask the young girl what she thought of the idea, but stopped herself before she had said a word. What Penny was doing was all the answer she needed.
Penny was rubbing between her thighs, at her cunt, a lot more rapidly than a desire to relieve the pain between her legs could account for. In fact, her hand was almost a white blur of movement against her pussy.
"Penny, are you--" Valerie finally started to say.
But her words were interrupted by Penny's sudden burst of ecstatic grunts and sighs, her body arching up, legs wide, as she brought herself to a shuddering climax.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mike Slater had crossed. the back yard of the home where Sally Collier lived and was in the process of climbing the back fence, when the effects of the two brown capsules she had given him began to recur. By the time he dropped into the back yard of the home behind Sally's, his cock was painfully hard, straining against the inside of his pants, and he knew he would have to find himself a girl, and fast, or else jack off until his arm felt like it would fall from his shoulder.
He knew he was in the back yard of Officer Stinson's home, because one time he had dated the man's daughter, Mary.
Unfortunately, he had never progressed beyond the point of fondling her tits, or squeezing her eighteen-year-old squeezable ass. But he had more than once come damned close to getting her panties off and at the good stuff she had between her long thighs.
He had, in fact, at one unexpected time, gotten her panties off and had just been about to penetrate her woolly cunt, when her old man, without so much as knocking, had opened the door to his daughter's room and found Mike lying on top of her in the bed.
He had bad-mouthed Mike for over an hour about the evils and consequences of sex before marriage--which, in fact, it seemed, was particularly damnable if it involved his "pure, innocent, righteous" daughter--and he had thrown the frightened young man out of his home and told "keep your goddamn ass and cock away from my little girl."
The question of whether or not the girl was at home now was answered for Mike when he approached her bedroom window, which faced the back yard.
Mike had no difficulty seeing through the thin, lacy curtains that covered the inside of the window and making out Mary's big-titted young body.
She was wearing only pink bikini panties and a matching bra, and she lay smoking a joint on her bed, a dreamy, far away, somewhat smoky look on her face.
Mike knocked lightly on the window to get her attention. Mary looked toward the window and saw who was right outside, looking in at her. She stood up uneasily and went to open the window to find out what he wanted.
"Hi, Mike!" she greeted the black-haired boy warmly. "Hey, what are you doing in my back yard, honey?"
Mike was glad there was no screen covering the window. He vaulted up onto the sill and slipped quietly into Mary's bedroom.
"Long time no see," the big-titted girl said.
"What smells so sweet?" Mike asked, sniffing at the room's strange, pleasant odor.
"Me, Mike," Mary said, giggling. "Mary smells sweet, is so neat, wants to meet you!"
"Shhhh, not so loud, baby," Mike cautioned the bouncy girl. "Is that pot you're smoking?"
"It sure as hell is."
"Where did you get it?"
"From my daddy. He gives it to me all the time. He gets it off guys he busts for possession."
"The fucking hypocrite!" Mike said.
"Don't you go talking about my daddy that way; he keeps me damn well supplied, Mike honey, and pretty soon he'll have a lot more; that's what he says. He's on a special assignment with some detective fellow; trying to crack up something called the club. Its members are students from the high school, and he says the rumor is they engage in such delicious things as sex orgies where they do just about anything you can think of, and smoke pot and take acid and do all kinds of real groovy things."
"Is your old man home now?"
"No. He's working on the case."
"How about your old lady?"
"She's in her room, but she's stoned out of her screwy mind. She's up on acid. I'm afraid of that shit, so I just stick with the good old pot"
Mike dosed the short distance between his body and Mary's luscious one. He pulled the soft warmth of her flesh up tight against his, his hard-on probing against her stomach, and kissed her mouth hotly, urgently.
"Mary, remember what we used to do before that old man of yours broke us up?"
"Mmmmmm, do I? You bet I do!"
"Want to have some fun like we did then?"
"Will you smoke some of my pot with me?"
"Is that a condition?"
"I just want you to try it, Mike honey," the girl said. "It makes sex that much better."
"I certainly don't need it for that," Mike said.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, never mind I'll take a few drags if it will get you out of your bra and panties."
She giggled again, poked her finger playfully at his bulging cock. "Come on and let's get on the bed, Mike honey. This joint is just about gone, but I got a lot more in the drawer in the table there by the bed. It's better to smoke the shit when you're lying down."
"I don't know about the rest of that," Mike said, following her wiggling ass to the bed and reclining beside her, "but the lying down sounds good."
"It is. Pot gets deeper into your mind when you're lying down."
"That wasn't exactly what I was talking about when I said lying down beside you sounds good," Mike said, his hand reaching over to cup one of the girl's kissing-sweet tits and caressing and playing with it through her tight bra. He found the nipple and pinched it lightly, feeling it grow rigid. "I was talking about getting myself a piece of your sweet ass, or pussy, rather."
Mary giggled delightedly, wiggling her body in pleasure. "You're a naughty boy, Mike honey. You have a dirty mind."
"That I am and that I do, my pretty piece. Just looking at this delicious body of yours gives me ideas so naughty you wouldn't believe a clean-cut guy like me could have."
"I bet I do believe you have them," Mary said, giggling and squirming her tit up into his hand. "In fact, I bet they're the same kind of naughty ideas I have."
Mike slipped his hand down from her fit and started running a solitary fingertip back and forth over the wispy material that clung tightly to the fascinating little bulge of her cunt. He traced the swelling outline of it, shoving his finger between her warm thighs and up the other side, then once more over the straight line at the top of her slightly visible cunt hair.
"If you have the same ideas as I have, let's stop wasting time," he said to the wiggling girl.
The girl pushed his hand away from her concealed pussy and frowned at him.
"You said you'd smoke some of my pot with me,. Mike honey," she reminded him. "So stop trying to feel me up, stop trying to play with my slit until you've had a few drags, at least"
Mike returned his hand to her fit and settled for feeling and squeezing the spongy globes. He watched Mary butt the last of the thin joint she had been puffing on, and then fire up another.
The girl held her lips loosely around the end of the joint, so that when she took a drag her lungs took in about equal parts air and pot smoke. She pulled the joint out from between her lips when her lungs were about half-filled with the smoke-air mixture. She sucked in air alone until her lungs were full, then held her breath for about ten seconds.
Handing the joint to Mike, she emptied her lungs and began breathing normally.
"Do it the way I just did," she said.
Mike took a drag off the joint just as she had done, holding it for a few seconds.
"I don't feel anything," he said.
"It takes a little time," the girl told him. "You'll start feeling the effects in about five or ten minutes."
"Just how long do these effects you're talking about last?" Mike wanted to know.
"It depends on how high you get. If you finish this one joint with me, you'll probably still be a little high when you wake up in the morning."
She took the joint from him, took a drag off it, then handed it back to him.
"Take another drag," she urged him. "And don't worry. You won't go running down the street looking all over for a junkie so you can get a fix after you come down. That kind of bull shit is just a lot of idiotic propaganda."
Mike dragged on the joint, then handed it back to Mary.
The joint passed between the two teenagers several times, until it was so short that Mary butted it.
"Feel anything yet?" she asked.
"No, not a whole lot," Mike told her. "Just a nice tit, that's all. Well, to be truthful, my throat feels a little dry, and my eyes sort of ache, like there's a pressure from behind, in my head. I feel vaguely like I've had a few beers."
"You're getting there," Mary said. "You want to play with me now, or do you want to smoke another joint?"
"Right now I need your pussy a whole lot more than I need that shit, baby," he said.
He ran his hand from her tit, down over her flat stomach, and cupped her cunt, massaging it with his palm. Almost immediately he felt the hot moisture of her pussy starting to saturate a large part of her panty crotch.
Mary arched her legs and let them hang well apart, giving him all the room he needed between them.
"Would you do' what I like best, just for a little while, Mike honey? You know how horny and happy it makes me."
"What is it you like best?" Mike asked, pretending not to know what she was alluding to.
"You know what I mean, Mike honey. I want you to eat my pussy. Fuck my cunt with your tongue and suck on it and lick it."
"Do what with my mouth?" he asked, still vigorously rubbing at her pussy.
"Suck me, goddamn it!" Mary said. "I want you to tongue fuck my cunt and suck me off."
"You want me to eat some pussy, is that it?"
She moaned and writhed her crotch tight against his hand. "Yes, Mike honey," she murmured hotly. "That's what I want. I like it so much when a mouth is between my legs, a long tongue licking all around me there. I like it a lot. Please do it to me. Just lick my pussy for a while."
"I'd be delighted to do just that," Mike replied honestly.
He climbed off the bed, feeling a little dizzy--because of the pot, he supposed--and walked around at the foot of the bed, surprised at the amount of time it seemed to require to take those few steps. He guessed the joint he had shared with her was really getting to him now.
He stared down between her still wide open legs, admiring the womanly bulge under the tight-holding crotch of her flimsy panties. The panties were semi-transparent, so that he could easily make out the triangle-shaped garden of her cunt hair. He could even make out the tiny hill of her pussy's puffy outer lips.
Mary brought her legs closer together and lifted her ass up from the bed's mattress so that Mike could tug her panties off her hips. She waited tensely while the boy completed what he had started, peeling her panties slowly up her lifted, ripe young thighs, tugging them over her knees and drawing them, quickly now, down her calves and off her feet.
Mike dropped the garment at the foot of the bed, then took hold of Mary's feet and pulled her until her ass-cheeks rested just short of the end of the mattress. He then got down onto his knees draping the slender, warm thighs over his shoulders, kissing each inner smoothness quickly, then moving his open mouth quickly into her moist, pulsating pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Mike honey," she gurgled with pleasure as she felt his lips sucking gently at her inflamed clitoris, "do it good for me! Suck my pussy good!"
Mike ran his tongue up and down the dripping slit, licking at each puffy pussy lip individually, then darting his tongue into the hot tightness as far as he could. He tongued her for a few moments, then pressed his mouth against the lips of her pussy and thrust deeper yet. He was surprised to find no hymen to halt his penetration there. He had always thought Mary to be a virgin.
He pulled his smeared mouth away from her cunt and looked past her bushy hair at her face. "You're not a virgin?" he asked rhetorically.
"Of course I'm not," she giggled, rolling her crotch about.
"Who did this evil deed?" he asked.
"My daddy," she said, not at all ashamed.
"Your own father?"
"Of course," she replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "The same night he made us break up. He came into my room after he threw your ass out and he ... he stuck his cock in and fucked me. Boy, how he fucked me!"
"The dirty bastard!" Mike exclaimed.
"Don't you talk about my daddy that way. He's nice. He fucks me all the time; and he's good at it. You should see how big his cock is! Wow ... a real monster!"
"I'm not in the least interested in his cock, or the cock of any boy just my own," Mike told the squirming girl.
"Come on! Put your mouth back on my cunt!"
Thinking that it was a good thing Mary wasn't cherry, because he knew now it wouldn't be at all difficult getting his' prick up her snatch, he did what she wanted him to do.
The tip of his tongue once more sought the lips of her cunt, and he thrust it deeply. He literally fucked her with his tongue, darting it in and out, in and out, until Mary was shivering and shaking with delight all over and slapping her crotch up and down rhythmically( against his face, her smooth thighs holding. the sides of his head tightly.
Not stopping with his tongue, he reached down and unzipped his pants. His cock felt thicker and longer and harder to him than it had ever felt before. Pulling it out of his pants, he let it loose and it throbbed and quivered in the air as he tongued her hairy twat.
"Oooooo, Mike honey!" Mary whimpered as she writhed her crotch against his face. "Ohhhh, that's the way ... ahhhh, you sure know how to lick a girl! Oh my! You can get your tongue up my cunt so deep!"
Mike gave the silken walls of her pussy a few more thorough licks, then pulled his tongue free so that he could get at the hard little pinkness of her clitoris. He had no difficulty finding the inflamed bud, because it was standing up from the moist folds and pulsating angrily. The organ was so swollen with passion it was as large as a baby's cock, and when Mike began to chew and nibble and suck and lick against it, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip, it became even more hard, more wildly inflamed.
"Unh ... unh ... unh ... " the girl moaned, whipping her hips up and down and then twisting them in circles.
Mike gripped her hot clitoris between his teeth and chewed on it almost brutally, causing Mary to murmur and coo in a frenzy. Then he released it from the torturing hold and reclaimed it with his lips. He sucked hard on the bloated sprout for more than a minute, giving Mary a treacherously intense orgasm that was too strong to be really enjoyed--that actually went past the stage of ecstasy--then making her youthful pussy bubble over once more and race straight toward the same burning peak of a second climax.
As the orgasm receded,. Mary yelped at him: "Stop it, Mike! Stop it, now! I can't stand any more of that! you've sucked it so much, it hurts now!" �
He yanked his mouth from her quivering cunt, pulled her shaking thighs from his head and shoulders, then stood up. He pushed the trembling girl back so that she was completely on the bed again, then he climbed on top of her and smashed his smeared lips down against hers.
His hands found her bulging tits as his tongue slipped easily into her sucking mouth, and he squeezed and caressed them. He found her stiff, throbbing nipples that capped the large tits and pinched each one between thumb and forefinger.
"Baby, you're gonna get a good fucking!" he told the panting girl. "You're gonna get it hard and fast and it's gonna tear you right out of your fucking mind!"
"Yes, yes!" she squealed, rolling her ass beneath him. "Do it, Mike honey! Do it to me now! Fuck me that way--hard and fast!"
The girl arched her legs, and Mike easily popped the swollen head of his prick directly into her steaming cunt. He held back from giving her the full length just to tease for a moment.
"Mike!" she yelped, throwing her hips upwards and clutching his shoulders, her eyes wide in passion. "Don't you tease me, goddamn you! Drive it in fast! Fuck me! Goddamn it, fuck me like you said you would--fast and hard!"
Mike couldn't hold off any longer. The heat of her cunt lips holding his cock was too much. He thrust the full length of his thick prick into her, slamming it in so hard and so deeply that it brought a groan of half-pain and half-ecstasy to Mary.
"Ohhhh, that's good!" she gasped. "That's it! That's the way I like getting fucked!"
"You just grit your teeth and hang on, baby, cause I'm going to ride you until that little cunt is raw!"
"That's what I want, Mike honey!" she cried out in lust. "Hump me ... hump my ass good! God, oh, God! Screw me and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me! '
"Did you say hump?" he joked, wondering where he found the sense of humor to a joke at a time like this.
He guessed it was the pot that was making him light-headed and totally easy-going. Combined with the brown capsule's intensifying effects and the pot's glorifying effects, this fucking without brakes up and down the roller coaster of lust was sure to give him the thrill of a life-time.
"That's just what I said!" Mary screamed in answer to his flippant question. "But do it faster to me, Mike honey! Stroke that match and light my fucking fire!"
Mike threw his cock into high gear, pumping away furiously. He shot the throbbing hard-on in and out of the sucking hole between Mary's thighs, going faster and faster as each second zipped past.
"Faster!" Mary commanded, her hips a blur of motion beneath his driving hips.
"Baby, I've got it red-lined already," Mike grunted hoarsely. "If I go any goddamn faster, I'm liable to throw a fucking rod!"
"Throw it then!" Mary shouted.
"I don't want to do that," he said, gasping as his cock worked up and down like a runaway piston. I want this fuck to last.. You told me to ride your pussy raw, and that's what I'm gonna damn well do!"
"I want you fucking me faster!" she yelped.
"Tough shit."
"Faster, goddamn you!"
"Fuck you, baby."
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... " Merry groaned, slamming furiously up and down, writhing insanely now. "You gonna come?" he panted.
"Yes, yes! It's happening! I'm coming ... Ahhhhh! Mike, Mike! I'm coming! Ohhhh, God, am I coming!"
Mary's legs shot straight up into the air and then closed tightly around his back, her heels banging there. She bucked wildly beneath him as she came, groaning all the while, until the last wonderful tremor of her hot pussy had subsided.
"Get ready for both barrels!" Mike warned the panting and sighing and whimpering girl.
"You only got one barrel," she reminded him.
"You'll feel like you've been blasted with two, baby!"
"Then let it blast!"
The strokes of Mike's cock became jerky, uncontrollable. He crushed on top of her, smashing her large tits flat, and felt a series of tiny H-bombs rocket past the critical point within his balls, and then explode, triggering the release of a tidal wave of boiling semen straight up her hot snatch.
"I feel it!" Mary squealed in delight, twisting her hips frantically for him. "I feel you coming, Mike honey! I feel your big old cock gushing up my snatch, and ohhhh, it's beautiful! I love it when a guy spurts up my cunt!"
After he had pulled his cock free of her soaked cunt, they shared another joint.
Mike knew he was high now, and he didn't care about anything in the world but lying still on the bed and moving with the rhythm of his soul.
He felt that way for nearly twenty minutes, but then his cock became throbbingly hard once more.
"Down, boy," he said, but he knew the vertical shaft wouldn't go down until it had what it wanted and needed.
"I hope you want a hard one again, baby," he said, "because my cock sure does need you."
"Hey!" Mary said. "I just got a good idea--let's go into my Mom's room, and you can feed that big thing to her. That would be a groovy sight, seeing her get fucked. I've never seen someone besides myself get a hard cock."
"Sounds crazy, baby," Mike said. "Let's zip on in there and I'll test her pussy out right now."
"Boy, if she thinks she's high now, wait until you get that cock in her snatch and jack her up a bit; she'll be on the fucking moon!"
"I dig, pig," he said.
"Hey now, why you calling me names for?" Mary asked, hurt by the cruel word.
"Because it rhymes ... with limes," Mike said, laughing. "Now let's just get on into your Mom's room, broom. You follow me, and I'll follow you."
"No, that's not right, Mike honey. You go first, and I'll go ahead of you."
"That's not it, olive pit. The way we'll do it is; you go over to the door there and call me over, Rover."
"Now you're starting to make sense, Mike honey."
"You know what I just thought of?"
"What?"
"The sky, . baby; it's blue. It's blue ... blue ... blue!"
Mary giggled and said: "That's the idea: That's what's called a transcendental insight. People that aren't high think it's black at this time of night."
"It's blue ... blue ... blue!" Mike insisted.
"Naturally," Mary said, climbing over him onto the floor. "Now you just follow me. I really want to watch you give that hard-on to Mom's pussy." She fingered her clitoris gently as she waited.
Mike walked eagerly after her swaying, naked ass, because he knew Mrs. Stinson was one damned good-looking bunk of pussy.
They found Mary's mother naked on her bed. She was staring with wide eyes at a cigarette thrust into her dimpled navel, lit end up, of course.
Mike pulled the cigarette out of her navel and stomped it out directly on the carpet.
"Do you know what you've just done?" the woman asked ominously.
"No," Mike said. "What?"
"You've turned out the light of truth, young man; that's what you've just done."
"No shit?"
She peered at him, then at his standing dick. "You're not ... you're not the sad ghost of my past lives, are you, young man?"
Mike addressed Mary: "She's not crazy in the head, is she?"
"She's not crazy, she's tripping," Mary explained. "That's all."
Mike looked at the naked woman, saying: "No, I'm not ... whatever you said. I'm really superstud with a super cock, the glory fucker without peer of our distinctive high school."
"You know what, I'm in love with your eye-balls."
"Outasight!" Mike said. "What the fuck is she talking about, baby?"
"Oh, don't go getting the jitters, Mike honey. She's always falling in love with different parts of people's bodies when she's tripping. She's engaged to my big toe right this minute, and she's married to my left titty and fell in love with my asshole."
"When's the marriage to her big toe take place?"
"Oh, she never got around to setting a definite date."
"Well, as I always say, anyone engaged to your big toe should be engaged to my big cock."
Mike hauled his cock out and said to Mrs. Stinson: "Spread those sweet legs, lady."
"I don't have any legs. They're really antennae. They catch the flow of the universal cell and transmit it to my inner being."
"Jesus Christ, Gertrude, you sound like a cross between my physics teacher and a mud pie."
"Come on, Mom ... open up your antennae," Mary prompted her naked mother.
"Why should I?"
"Because I got a thick, hard, juicy signal for you, Gertrude, so let's get them antennae spread out and that's that."
"Her name isn't Gertrude, you motherfucker," Mary said. "It's Alice."
"Well," he peered at the naked woman, "she looks like a Gertrude to me, and she talks like one, too."
He climbed up onto the naked woman and crammed his cock into her hairy cunt without bothering with any of the usual preliminaries. He didn't want to waste any more time.
"Ohhhh, superstud with the super cock, that's just the right wave length!" Alice Stinson shouted loudly, bucking her crotch beneath him already.
"Give that big cock to her, Mike honey!" Mary urged. "Feed her cock ... fuck her pussy ... cream up her cunt ... let her have it! Fuck her good!"
"Yeah, superstud," Alice Stinson shouted, swinging her ass everywhere. "Fuck it! Fuck that cunt! Go, boy, go! Wheeeee ... "
The wild screwing didn't last long. Alice Stinson burbled her orgasm just as Mike came into her squirming twat. He collapsed--all the lust out of him now--on top of the panting, gasping, giggling woman.
"Daddy hardly ever gives her any cock any more," Mary said. "He wears himself out fucking me all the time."
It suddenly came back to Mike that at the moment, the naked woman he was lying on top of was the wife of a policeman. And the girl he had so happily fucked not half an hour ago before was the same policeman's daughter.
My god, he thought, that bastard will kill me if he finds out.
"Baby," he said to Mary, "you wouldn't go telling your old man about this, would you? I mean about me fucking you and your mother?"
"Are you shitting me, Mike honey? He'd kill me. He thinks I'm all his. He really thinks he's the only one who fucks me."
"What about Gertrude here?"
"She doesn't even know who you are, Mike honey. She's way up there in the clouds."
"Good!"
He climbed off Alice Stinson and stuffed his limber prick into his pants and zipped up. He walked toward the door of the bedroom.
"Hey, where are you going?" Mary asked him.
"I got some business to take care of, baby. It just might turn out that your old man will start letting us see each other again, if what I have planned works out the way I want it to."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, if this works out, I'll tell you all about it later."
He walked through the bedroom door, then left the house by the front door.
His own home was just down the block a few hundred feet or so. He walked along the sidewalk in its direction and got into his car, which was parked in front of his home.
He started the engine and pulled away from the curb, hoping the Blackburn Mansion would be what he sought.
He had heard the word "Blackburn" whispered again and again over the past few weeks at school, but everytime he had stepped closer to the two or more boys and girls talking together so he could hear more, the subject of "Blackburn" would suddenly be dropped.
If he could help officer Stinson bust the club up, the policeman would certainly let him see his daughter again, surely let him share her warm little pussy, at the very least.
Since Mike already had a girl who would slip right out of her tight little panties for him--Sally Collier--Mary would make number two. A safe number, two, if Mike could solve the mystery of the club for officer Stinson and let him take the credit and the pot and LSD.
And having two girls he could safely fuck when he was in the mood for it was twice as good as having just one,; it was a simple matter of mathematics.
He arrived at the Blackburn Mansion without mishap, half an hour after pulling away from the curb in front of his home.
He found the front door of the old place unlocked, and he surmised that, if the members of the club did gather here, they were sensible enough not to leave any pot or other evidence lying around after meetings broke up.
He searched every room in the old mansion and found exactly the amount of evidence he had expected to find--none. He was just about to leave the old place, when his attention was attracted to a square-shaped piece of wood lying in the clothes closet just off the entrance hall.
He picked it up and turned it over. And he found that it wasn't simply a square-shaped piece of wood. It was a small blackboard. On the black-board, written in chalk, was the message: Don't fail to attend tomorrow's meeting at 8:00 P.M. sharp.
Whoever made the mistake of leaving this thing behind, Mike told himself, signed the club's death warrant.
Outside he found a perfect place to secret himself well before eight o'clock the next day. The hiding place he intended to use was between the front of the mansion and some sort of large shrub. He would be right below the large window that looked directly into the mansion's front room, and he would be able to take plenty of quick looks inside to see what sort of illegal activities might be in be in progress.
He would have to park his car out of sight off the road into the woods back down the driveway a short distance and walk up to be sure no one arrived ahead of him. And he would have to have his hunting rifle with him, just in case something went wrong.
As soon as he was sure the Club was violating one law or another, he would get the hell back to his car and speed to the station house to tell officer Stinson--who, he hoped, would be in--what he had learned.
And Stinson would be so damned grateful to Mike for solving the case for him that he would practically beg him to jump right into bed and fuck his daughter.
That, at least, was the way Mike hoped things would turn out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary Stinson knew who was at the door before she answered it.
"Hi, darling," Mr. Edmundson said to her, after she had opened the door for him.
"How come you got here so late?" she asked.
"I was hung up with Sally Collier, the girl who sits with my kids. She went and tossed one of those sex capsules in my mouth while I was driving her home and I had to fuck the little cunt. I think I'm going to have to put a stop to those capsules being taken away from the meetings."
"Well, I'm glad you were late getting here, because one of your students--an old boy friend of mine--came in through my bedroom window, and he was under the influence of a sex capsule, too. Naturally I let him fuck me; I never turn down a hard cock, you know."
"I know you don't," Mr. Edmundson said, stepping into the living room.
"But even if I do fuck other guys, you're the only one I truly love, Phil, and that's the truth."
"I'm glad, because you're the only one I love."
Mary threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately on his mouth.
"By the way, honey, how is your old man getting along, trying to run down the rumors about the club?"
"Oh, you know my daddy. He'll never get anywhere. But Mike might."
"Mike? Who are you talking about?'
"He's the student of yours that was fucking me before you got here. He's a lot more clever than my daddy, or the detective Daddy is working with, and I have a suspicion he might be planning on trying to bust up the dub."
"What gives you that idea?"
"Well, I told him Daddy was trying to bust it up and when he took off from here he said something about planning to make it so Daddy would let him fuck me forever more. Daddy's kind of down on Mike right now, because Mike was about to fuck away my cherry a while back in my bedroom and Daddy walked in on us."
"You haven't said anything that proves Mike is intending to try to bust up the club."
"I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure of it. I don't know what else he could have meant when he said he hoped to make it so that Daddy wouldn't mind if he fucked me. And I watched where he went after he left here. lie walked up the street and got into his car and took off in just the opposite direction he would have been heading if he were going into town. I think he went to the Blackburn mansion."
"Why would he do that? He doesn't know the club meets there."
"I've heard a lot of kids whispering about Blackburn mansion at school over the past few weeks, and Mike, he could easily have heard them whispering, too."
"Well, even if he has gone up there, he won't find anything to feed any suspicion he might have that it's the place where the club meets. My wife and I went over the whole damned place after you and everybody else left, and we made sure there wasn't anything left behind that might clue anyone in who got snoopy."
"Speaking of your wife," Mary changed the subject, "is she still satisfied with the way things are run?"
"Sure is, honey. She hasn't got any choice if she wants to keep getting a lot of young boy cock up her cunt, and she definitely wants a lot of teenage prick. She can't very well attend the meetings without some sort of disguise, can she?"
"No, I suppose she can't."
"I know she can't, because that would give away the king's identity for sure. So she's got to wear a hood and an old-fashioned royal type costume, just like I do."
"What I really meant was, are you sure she doesn't mind sharing your prick?"
"Are you kidding, honey? We hate each other. We stay married only for the kids. She doesn't share my prick, baby. She doesn't get any of it. She likes her cock nice and young, younger than I am, and the only easy way she can get all the fucking she wants is by being the king's favorite at the club meetings. You know how those young punks are, begging her for favors in the hope they can get a few extra joints out of me. And, anyway, when they get high, they get intrigued by her costume. They like to pretend they're fucking a real queen or princess. Juvenile emotions really surface when a kid is high."
"You don't think I'm a juvenile, do you, Phil?" Mary asked.
"Hell, no! I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Then why do you share your cock with all the other girls who are members of the club?"
"For the same reason you spread your legs for the boys who are members, baby. I like to sample a little of everything I can get my hands--or cock in. You know how it is."
"Let's go into my bedroom, okay? I want you sort of bad, now."
"That's what I came over for, baby. But answer me something first. You know this Mike's phone number?"
"Yes."
"Good. Get in touch with him in the morning right away and find out what he found. I'm not saying my wife and I did leave anything behind in the mansion, but nobody is perfect."
"I'll call him first thing in the morning."
"Good. And call me after you talk to him. I want to know if he did find something."
"Did you bring any sex capsules along, Phil?"
"I've got a dozen of them in my pocket, Mary. You should know by now the king never forgets anything as important as that."
"Let's take them all at once," Mary said, stroking the front of the civics teacher's pants, tracing the half-hard cock there. "I want our fucking fun to go on and on forever."
"And so does the king, baby," he said, "Now, let's stop wasting time and get into that bedroom."
Mary let the teacher into her bedroom, and began to peel his clothing away, dropping to her knees to help him out of his pants and shoes. When his cock bobbed free, she grabbed it in both hands, stroking up and down, smothering moist, hot kisses all over it. On her knees, she licked under his hairy balls and finally stacked both into her mouth, beating at his cock as she mouthed them. The teacher caressed the top of her head. "Want to suck it first, baby?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Mary murmured, loosening her mouth grip on his balls and running her tongue up the undersurface of his cock to the swollen head. "You know I love sucking your beautiful prick, darling. I hope you have a lot of come in those balls for me."
Opening her mouth wide, she let the man dart his hips forward, and as the head of his cock moved into her mouth, she sighed in contentment, her tongue licking as his prick probed the back of her throat. She sucked slowly at first, her tongue wiping away the dripping beads of liquid that formed on the piss hole. Then she held his hips as he began to fuck into her mouth. She gurgled in pleasure, her eyes gleaming at him, lips stretched tautly.
Sliding her hands over his ass-cheeks, she squeezed them as she sucked harder at his cock. Finally, she slipped her finger in between his ass-cheeks and rubbed- at his tight asshole, .then inserted the tip, and with a muffled giggle, began to fingerfuck him in the asshole as she sucked strongly and furiously on his cock.
"Oh, you sweet baby, you!" Mr. Edmundson moaned down at the sucking girl. "Christ, you're the best, the sweetest, most wonderful little cocksucker ever! God, how you can suck my cock! Your mouth feels like fire on it . Ahhhh, suck me baby! Suck my prick hard! Ohhhh, yes, that's it!"
Mary struggled to suck as much of the thick prick as she could into her stretched lips, thrilled by the hardness, the heat of it, the throbbing way it felt in her mouth. Mary knew she was a born cocksucker, and she loved sucking a prick as much, if not more, than getting it stuffed into her pussy. She especially enjoyed it when a cock gushed all that warm, thick come into her mouth, coating her tongue and running down her throat. There were times when she felt as though she could come, herself, just by tasting the thick spewing of a man's semen.
When Mr. Edmundson began to thrust faster in and out of her mouth, now holding the sides of her face, she knew he was almost there. Her tongue flew everywhere, and her eyes glazed as she prepared herself to swallow his come.
Then he gushed, groaning loudly, slamming his cock in and out of her stretched lips almost brutally.
Mary whimpered as the first spurt struck the roof of her mouth, then ran down her throat. She began to tremble as his cock squirted more, and she sucked powerful, draining him and gulping with pleasure.
* * *
"Valerie, do I have to join the club?" Penny asked, as she preceded the older girl into the apartment.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, but I thought you wanted to," Valerie said in return.
"No, I don't. I did at first, but that was before I got raped. Getting raped has made me change my mind."
"Well, if that's the way you feel," Valerie said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But, if you're not going to join the club, then I'm going to quit, too."
"Oh, I'm glad," Penny said, taking the older girl's hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze.
Val, turning to Hank, Bob, Peggy, and Susan, said: "If any of you still want to join the club, you'll have to find some other member to help you get in. I just quit."
"Fuck the club," Hank said, echoing the sentiments of the other three. "There is more than enough good pussy right here to keep me happy--for a while, at least."
"Sure," Penny said, releasing Valerie's hand and walking to Hank, pulling him from the others.
Bob immediately grabbed Valerie's hand and said: "You know, Valerie, I think I love you."
Valerie laughed, low and deep in her throat. "Is it real love you're talking about, or just the kind of love only a cock and a pussy knows about?"
"I don't know for sure," Bob said, "but why don't we find us a bed and see?"
Watching Valerie and Bob walk off, Susan said to her sister: "Look's like we're all alone."
"Not alone, sweet pea," Peggy said. "We've got each other, don't we? Let's go find us a nice cozy bedroom someplace just like the others are doing."
"Hey, you two want some pot?" Valerie called to the sisters who were holding hands now, walking down the hallway.
"Maybe later on," Peggy called back. To her sister she added, "Right now I want you, you know what I'm talking about, Susan?"
Susan giggled and nodded her head.
In a few moments the two young sisters were in one of the bedrooms of Valerie's apartment and were too busy to bethinking about what they would soon be doing to each other to give any thought to what interesting activities the other four might be engaged in.
"Let's take our clothes off," Peggy suggested.
The suggestion hadn't been necessary, as Susan was already in the process of stripping. Peggy began removing her own clothing, and soon both young girls were lusciously naked.
"Lie down on the bed," Peggy said to her sister. "Lie down there and open up your legs wide, because I wanna get to that pretty little pussy of. yours kinds bad now."
"What're you planning on doing to me?" Susan asked.
"Suck that pretty cunt, what else?"
Following her sister's directions, Susan climbed up on the bed, lay down and opened her legs as widely as she could, revealing the hair-rimmed pussy that had so recently been fucked thoroughly. She waited impatiently--her cunt already too far gone in steaming passion to return to normal--for her sister to join her on the bed and demonstrate for her the thrills of being eaten by another girl.
Peggy followed her sister onto the bed and positioned herself between the younger girl's thighs. Seeing that no preliminaries were necessary, she pressed her thumbs into Susan's pussy and eased its creamy outer folds farther apart.
"It's such a beautiful little cunt," Peggy said, then: "Boy, you're really hot for a tongue licking, aren't you? You're actually dripping down on your ass."
"Yes, yes!" Susan whimpered, twisting her crotch about wildly as Peggy stroked up and down it.
Peggy lowered her mouth, kissed the steaming pussy gently, then harder, pressing her lips firmly against the inflamed clitoris of her sister. For a moment, she allowed herself the pleasure of working her lips up and down the creamy twat. Then she snaked her tongue out and probed almost delicately at the jutting clitoris, causing Susan to gurgle in delight. Wanting to taste her sister's cunt now, Peggy thrust her tongue in between the pulsating lips and moved it in and out, her hands going under to clasp the smooth, wiggling cheeks of Susan's ass.
"Ooooo," Susan whimpered, rolling her hips about into her sister's face. "That's good! Golly ... you know what you're doing, Peggy! Ahhhh, that's nice ... do that again! Stick your tongue deep in my pussy! Ooooo, yes, yes! Now, lick up there ... there where it feels so good! There, that's the place. Suck on me there, Peggy! Ahhmmm ... ohhhh, I love this!"
Peggy's tongue fluttered and flew, her lips sucking now and then at the bulging clitoris, then tickling it swiftly with the tip of her tongue.
"It's wonderful!" Susan squealed in delight, pressing her warm thighs about her sister's face. "Ohhhh, I really like this! Suck harder ... lick . faster ... oooooo, eat my cunt. Peggy!',
Thinking that it sure was wonderful, Peggy slipped her hands in between her sister's squirming ass-cheeks, rubbing at the tight hotness of her asshole, lifting her crotch upward even tighter yet into her mouth, sucking and licking in a frenzy now.
Peggy poked her tongue into the exciting wet opening and licked and licked its entire length again and again before starting to tongue fuck her sister once more.
"Oh, golly!" Susan gasped ecstatically. "Nice! Poke me in the ass, too! Poke me up my asshole while you fuck me with your tongue, Peggy?"
Hearing her sister's frantic pleas, feeling her writhe about so furiously, Peggy felt it was a good time to switch things. As she continued licking and sucking on Susan's cunt, she worked her body around so that she had her knees on each side of her sister's head, her hairy pussy hovering just inches above Susan's face.
Susan had felt her sister moving around, and she found herself gazing up at the hair-lined cunt, the creamy swell of Peggy's ass above that, slightly parted, with her warm inner thighs pressing in against her head. Susan ran her hands up the outer sides of her older sister's thighs, fondled the naked ass, and opened her month as the pussy began to lower.
Peggy, feeling the warm, eager hands on her naked ass-cheeks, shot her finger deeply into Susan's asshole, thrusting it in and out as she sucked hard on the rigid, rubbery little clitoris.
Susan didn't kiss her sister's twat, but instead shot her tongue directly into the steaming hole, licking in the same manner as Peggy was doing to her snatch. They made liquid sounds as they trembled together, and Susan rubbed her finger about the pink tightness of Peggy's asshole, finally plunging it into the hole as Peggy was doing to her.
Both girls whimpered and groaned as they brought each other to a powerful, steaming, shuddering orgasm with mouths and hands and tongues.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Peggy said, panting heavily as she rolled from her sister's trembling body. "That pussy sure is good!"
"Why didn't you?"
"Why didn't I what?" Peggy countered. "Eat me before, when you first wanted to?"
"I didn't know how you'd take it," Peggy grinned, stroking one of Susan's tits.
"I'll take it all the time!" Susan squealed, kissing her sister's damp mouth, thrusting her tongue in. "Anytime you want some pussy, it's ready."
"You aren't bad, yourself," Peggy giggled.
"What do you mean, bad?"
"Licking pussy, silly. You're good at it, for a girl who never did it before."
"That's because girls know what other girls like best"
"I bet I know what you wouldn't do," Peggy said.
"Oh, what?"
"Lick my asshole."
Susan giggled. "You just turn over and sit it on my face and I'll show you! But you gotta Iick my asshole, too."
"You're on!"
In the apartment's other bedroom, Hank had been sucking and tonguing Penny's little pussy with such gusto that the precious bulge had already experienced two fantastic orgasms and was well on the way toward a third.
The boiling pink slit had given out a continuous flow of delicious juices. The hot moisture of the girl's passion had not only demanded more, but had dampened nearly all of Hank's face and the upper surfaces of her inner thighs, making her very slick.
At last, Hank pulled his mouth from her Bob returned to fucking her in the ass rapidly. He didn't know much about being high, but he knew it couldn't be nearly as much fun as doing this.
"Ohhhh, Valerie! I can't hold off any longer! I'm gonna come again!"
"No, please!" she pleaded. "Hold off as long as you can." She shot her hand down between her thighs and began to rub furiously at her cunt with her fingers. She swayed and swung her ass as she masturbated, hoping desperately that he wouldn't come until she was able to do it, too.
By now, Hank and Penny had sat up on the bed, watching the energetic display on the floor.
"You're so fucking tight in there," Bob yelled, still pumping furiously, hanging onto her revolving hips, "that you're gonna squeeze the come right out of me!"
"Hang in there, kid!" Hank shouted encouragement.
"Gosh!" Penny said, staring in fascination at the way Valerie's pink asshole seemed to clutch Bob's driving cock.
"Keep on fucking me in the ass!" Valerie pleaded, her fingers working in a frantic attempt to bring herself off. "Just a little longer, Bob ... just a little longer! Please!"
She clawed at her inflamed clitoris with rough fingers, squeezing the tender bud harshly, rolling her gleaming ass in circles about his plunging cock. Bob hung tightly to her hips, straining to hold off the orgasm.
But it didn't do much good.
"Ohhhh, Goddamn!" Bob groaned, grabbing her hips tighter yet. "Ohhhhh, shit ... right now! knelt on his knees behind her, and holding his cock, now half-hard again, he brushed it up and down her asshole. Valerie squirmed her ass about for him, feeling the thrills starting to shoot through her body.
He was surprised that his half-hard cock would enter such a small opening, but it did, and easily.
"That's the way, Bob," Valerie said, feeling his cock slip into her asshole. "Now, just ease that thing right on in there."
Even as he stuffed his cock up her ass, Bob could feel it gain strength, harden up. He lunged forcefully, and penetrated her asshole completely.
"Wonderful!" Valerie groaned in a husky voice, swinging her ass to and fro. "Now ram the living hell out of me back there! I like a hard one up my ass just as much as I do in my cunt or mouth. Give it to me, Bob! Fuck the hell out of my ass!"
Holding her wiggling hips, Bob pumped his prick back and forth into the tightly hugging hole of her ass. He had never fucked a girl in the ass before, but he quickly became a devotee. The wonderful squeezing his cock was getting in her asshole was making him fuck more and more rapidly.
But, not wanting to come. too soon, wanting to enjoy this different way a while longer, he slowed, asking her: "Do you feel really bad about dropping out of the club?"
"Oh, hell, I don't guess so," Valerie answered, twisting her ass about for him. "I've had a lot of fun being high, but I get an even bigger kick out of fucking. And there's always the chance we might get caught and then there'd be all kinds of trouble."
later he could do that, when she found it wasn't as bad as she suspected.
He had spent a long time sucking between her thighs, and he was boiling to come. So, it didn't take much effort on the young girl's part to bring him off.
Penny was startled when he suddenly began coming in her mouth, and almost jerked away. But her lips tightened about the swollen head as he squirted into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow his semen, and to her delight, found it wasn't so terrible. In fact, the taste was enjoyable to her. Her little tongue flew and slammed about the flaring piss hole as he gushed copiously, and her throat struggled to swallow the tidal wave.
On the floor beside the bed where Penny was gulping frantically at Hank's gushing cock, Bob had just finished dispensing himself of a load of semen into the boiling depths of Valerie's pussy and was watching as Valerie rolled over onto all fours, waving her naked, gleaming white ass in the air at him.
"I don't know if I can go again, not right away," he said, staring at the spreading cheeks of her ass, the fringes of air between her thighs.
"Sure you can," Valerie encouraged him, waving her ass. "I want your cock up my ass this time. I want to get fucked in the asshole now. So you just poke your finger up my asshole and get it nice and opened up. Then you cram your cock up my asshole and I'll guarantee your prick will get bone hard right away!"
"Well, I guess I can give it a try," Bob said, fingering her pink asshole. Then he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled them wider apart. He thoroughly sucked twat and slipped up above her. But he didn't stop with his cock at her snatch. He continued upward until it was dangling above her face.
"Suck it for me," he urged her.
Penny looked at it dubiously, seeing the hairy balls swinging there, the thick shaft and the dripping head. "I don't know about that," she said. "I've never done that before. All I've ever done was lick a pussy. I've never sucked a cock in my life."
"Hell, you'll like it, Penny," Hank urged, banging the head of his cock against her lips. "It's better than eating pussy--for a girl, anyway. Who knows, you might decide to be a cocksucker instead of a cunt eater."
"What happens when you come?" she asked in a small voice, tasting a bit of the juices on the tip of her tongue.
"You're supposed to swallow it," Hank said, pressing his cock down.
"Well.. I'll give it a try," Penny said, still doubtful.
She opened her mouth and let 'him insert the smooth head into it. She tongued the piss hole daintily, tasting more of (he seeping fluids. She placed her hands on his hips to keep him from getting too excited and choking her with that monster, and started sucking on the head, her tongue moving by instinct.
"Christ," Hank grunted above her. "Your little mouth is hot as hell!"
A muffled reply came from her stuffed mouth as she sucked and tongued the head of his cock. Hank wanted to fuck her in the mouth, but held himself back so she could become adjusted to it. Maybe Right now! I can't wait ... I'm coming now!"
He felt her asshole tighten even more about his cock, and then he came, gushing like liquid fire up her clamping ass as she screamed and gurgled, fighting her cunt into an orgasm with him.
"I'm with you!" she yelped, her whole body shuddering as she fingered herself to an intense climax.
CHAPTER NINE
The following morning, Mary Stinson was just about to call Mike when the phone rang.
She picked up the receiver and said: "Hello?"
"Mary," Mike's voice came through to her, "can I talk? Are your folks around?"
"Mike, honey? I was just about to call you. I wanted to know what you were talking about just before you left me last night. You said something about making it so that Daddy would let us start dating each other again."
"That's what I'm calling about now, baby. Are your parents around?"
"Oh, they're around, but they're both fast asleep still."
"Good. Now, listen to me. I know where the club meets, and I want you to come along with me tonight. Can you do that?"
"Do what? You sound excited, Mike honey. Tell me what you're talking about, and tell me slowly."
"The club, baby. I've solved your old man's case for him. The club's members use the old Blackburn mansion for a meeting place, and there's gonna be a meeting tonight at eight."
"The Blackburn mansion, did you say? Where's that? I've never even heard of it."
"You haven't? Well, never mind about that. It exists, and it's not too awfully far from here. Can you come with me tonight?"
"Why, Mike honey? What have you got in mind?"
"I want to be there before the meeting gets started. I've got a place picked out to hide, where I can see what's going. on in the mansion's living room. I want you to come with me, baby. Okay?"
"I'd have to sneak away so my daddy wouldn't ask me where I was going. Why do you want me to come along anyway, Mike honey?'
"That way, with you along, when they really get going inside the place, smoking pot and fucking and sucking all over the place, then you can go get your daddy at the station house and let him know the situation. He can come up with some squad cars and grab the credit for busting the club. Don't you understand? He'll have to let us get back together the practically have to, if this thing works out right. And I'm sure it will. I don't see how it could go wrong."
"But what about you, Mike honey? What if they find you? Won't they ... won't they be pissed off?"
"They sure as hell would. They certainly would be pissed off, and that's putting it mildly. But anyway, they won't find me. And even if they do, I'm going to have my rifle along just in case."
"You don't think that's dangerous, do you, Mike honey?"
"Well, I just want to be well prepared, that's all. The underworld is involved, you know--the Mafia maybe. I'm not saying it is, mind you, but it could be. They do get involved in some mighty strange things."
"Mike honey, you make it sound so dangerous! l don't wanna see you get hurt.
"Don't worry your pretty little ass, baby. Everything will work out all right. You can come, can't you?"
"Well, yes, I guess I can make it ... Mike honey, I hear my daddy now. I've gotta hang up now."
"Okay, baby, but call me back sometime before six o'clock. Will you do that?"
"Yes ... I gotta go now."
As soon as Mary had replaced the receiver in its cradle, she picked it up again and dialed Mr. Edmundson.
"Hello," the teacher said after a few rings.
"Phil, this is Mary. Mike called me before I had a chance to call him. He knows there's a meeting at eight tonight at the Blackburn Mansion. He got me to promise I'd go up there with him before eight. We're gonna be hiding somewhere--I don't know where--where we can see inside. As soon as everything gets going good, he's gonna send me after my daddy--in his car, I guess."
There was a long silence on the line for him to gather his thoughts, then he said: "This is the end of the club, baby, but I'll be able to get another one started with a different name in a few months. I'll have to let things simmer down a bit first, though."
"But, Phil, how? How are you gonna get out of going to jail?"
"I'm not the king for nothing, darling. Now, listen closely, this is how we're going to work this ... "
* * *
Mike had thought eight o'clock would never get there.
He and Mary had secreted themselves below the window that looked into the front room of the Blackburn mansion at seven, and the hour before eight had seemed to last an eternity. While they waited, squatting there, he had fondled Mary's pussy, getting her hot a little bit, at least hot � enough to suck his cock off, finishing him before the first members arrived. It wasn't that she was eager to suck him, but it was something to do as they waited.
By the time all the members of the club were inside, Mike and Mary both were feeling extremely uncomfortable in the cramped position they had had to assume.
Mary had fallen over onto her ass once, nearly alerting several members of the club entering the mansion, but the members apparently decided the noise had been a big frog jumping from one place to another or something and had gone on in without investigating.
"Now what?" Mary whispered.
Mike poked his head up and glanced through the window.
Then, bending back down, he replied: "We wait. There's nothing much going on right now, unless you call what looks like choosing up partners important. And it probably is to the people in there doing the choosing and getting chosen, but it wouldn't be to the authorities necessarily."
"Mike honey, I hear something. Oh, my God! Somebody is coming around from the side of the building!"
"Just keep quiet, baby," he whispered, "and don't be afraid. Whoever it is, he--or they--can't see us here. I checked from every angle in front of this shrub last night; they'd have to be here with us to even see us."
From their vantage point, however, Mike and Mary could, and look through the shrub and see the king, washed eerily in the moonlight, walk around the corner and climb the building's front steps and go inside.
"That must have been the organizer of this whole setup," Mike whispered to Mary. "He probably parks his car somewhere in the woods, just like we did, and walks up here through the trees so no one will know where he came from. That way he can sneak back later, after everyone else has gone, and get into his car. Pretty smart bastard, if you ask me. I bet he's from the Mafia."
"You think so?" Mary said, suppressing a laugh.
"Yeah, he probably is."
The next time Mike glanced through the window, he saw a dozen or so naked boys and girls, every last one of them probably under age, playing around with each other's cocks and runts at random, as they milled about smoking joints. One or two of the girls, he noticed, were hardly old enough to have hair around their cunts, and one boy didn't seem to have any, but his cock testified that he was at least fourteen or fifteen.
A movement caught his eyes on the other side of the room, and he stared as a girl he knew from school dropped to her knees and began to suck on the cock of a boy he also knew. The girl, he had always thought, was too stuck-up to so much as take a shit, let alone suck a prick off. But she was sure as hell doing it now. He made a mental note to try and get next to her if he could later on.
Mike would have told Mary to take off then, but he also saw the king approaching the front door.
Ducking back down, he whispered: "Now don't be afraid, baby, but keep quiet. It looks like that guy in the hood and funny rube is coming back outside."
Mary waited until the king had stepped outside and walked in front of the shrub before grabbing Mike's rifle from him and saying: "I'm not afraid, you stupid cocksucker!"
"Hey, what are you doing, baby?" Mike asked, shocked.
Mary ran out from behind the shrub and handed the rifle to the man in his robes and hood, Mr. Edmundson.
"Get your ass out of there, Mike, Mr. Edmundson said, pointing the rifle threateningly. "The jig is up, as they say in the comics."
Mike came out from the shrub, saying: "What are you talking about? Mary, baby, what the fuck's
going on?"
Mr. Edmundson ordered Mike to precede him and Mary around to the side of the building.
"I wish somebody would tell me what the fuck is going on," Mike said.
"This is what's going on," Mr. Edmundson said, pulling the hood from his head.
"Mr. Edmundson!" Mike gasped. "What the hell is this all about?"
"And this, too, is going on," Mr. Edmundson said, stepping out of his royal-looking pants.
"Hey, Mr. Edmundson ... Mary ... please! What is this?"
"And this, too, is going on," the teacher said, stripping off his costume shirt.
Underneath his costume, Mr. Edmundson had worn a suit, because he had known ahead of time that he would be taking the costume off.
"And who all these things are going on, Mike, is you," the teacher, said.
"Why, Mr. Edmundson?"
"Because you're the king, Mike. Because you're the top cock of the club. But mostly because you're a fucking sneak and a snoop, my dear young maw, and it is my firm belief that all snoops should rot their asses off in jail."
"But--"
"Put the costume on, Mike, or I'll have no choice but to shoot you, and I don't really want to do that."
"But--"
"Put it on!"
Noticing that the teacher was beginning to apply pressure on the trigger of the rifle, Mike did as he was told, putting on all the costume but the hood.
"Mary, darling, you know where my car is parked. Kindly go get your Daddy. We've got to see that this fellow here and all those juvenile delinquents inside, those nasty boys and girls who are fucking and sucking like maniacs, smoking pot and who knows what, are all put behind bars."
Finally beginning to understand what was happening, Mike said: "You'll never get away with this, Mr. Edmundson."
"Oh, won't I, Mike? You're the same height as me and you've got the same build. What's to keep me from doing it?"
"My voice," Mike said. "My voice isn't a bit like yours."
"I've never talked to any of the club's members, my dear, misguided young fellow, not as the king. I've always written what I've had to say on a small blackboard. So don't grasp at nonexistent straws."
"Still--"
"Mary and I drove up here because I had heard Blackburn mansion mentioned at school several times, see? Before driving up here, I happened to run into Mary at the local market in town, and I mentioned to her my suspicions about this place--just being conversational, you know--and she insisted I drive up here to check out my suspicions, with her along as a witness. You understand, don't you, Mike?"
"That's a lot of bullshit!"
"But it's not, my dear young fool. I'll swear to it in court, and so will Mary. And Mary is a policeman's daughter, and I'm a respected teacher. Just who are you?"
"You can't get away with it, Mr, Edmundson."
"Oh, but I will get away with it. Face it, Mike, you're on your way to a long stretch in the slammer. You can scream your balls off about how innocent you are, but it won't do you any good at all. All crooks are really innocent, you know."
"You forgot about one thing. That rifle you're holding is mine," Mike said, "and a lot of people can identify it as mine."
"I hadn't thought of that, my dear king. Thanks for bringing it up. You know what the solution to that little problem is, don't you?"
"No, I--"
Mr. Edmundson shot out his fist and connected it with Mike's jaw, knocking him cold.
"What rifle?" he said calmly in the night air, as he bent down and shoved it as far as he could under the mansion through a large hole in the foundation. "Anyway, as far as the jury will know, no rifle was involved. And I can come and get it, my sleeping friend, after you're safely out of the way."
"Except that it will be you, not him, that will be put away," a harsh voice called out, as the area was suddenly made nearly as bright as day by a brilliant floodlight.
Mr. Edmundson's mouth dropped open from shock, as he watched three policemen approach from a squad car, while six other policemen hurried from another squad car toward the entrance of the huge old house.
"What's--what's going on?" the bewildered teacher stammered.
"Don't try the innocent shit, Edmundson," the closest policeman said. "We heard everything you and the girl and the boy said. And we saw everything, too. That window behind you made it easy for us to see you, even if you couldn't see us."
"But ... why did you come here?"
"Apparently," the policeman said, "guilt feelings got to one of your members. Instead of coming to the meeting tonight, he reported it by phone to the station."
"The finky little bastard!"
"Be that as it may, we are here, and you've been found out, and maybe going to the cooler, instead of that boy there."
"What about me?" Mary asked, nervously. "My daddy is a policeman, too; I won't go to jail, will I?"
"What's your father's name, girl?"
"Officer Stinson."
"Your father used to be a policeman, young lady. He talked just too freely to the detective he was working with on this case. He even offered the detective a joint, then access to your mother's body. That joint, more than the offer of your mother's sexual favors, was his ticket to a cell. And as for you, you may get probation, but I wouldn't count on it if I was you. Judges aren't always easy on young delinquents."
Mary squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep from crying. "I didn't do anything wrong, not really!" she screamed hysterically. "I just let some guys fuck--I'm innocent! I'm innocent!"
