It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire, or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes dark passions surface-and another Richard Speck or Lee Harvey Oswald emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed-and another Watergate or ITT affair hits the headlines.
FAMILY IN HEAT is a dramatic representation of a family which dares to let its most base desires and passions come to the fore, but most especially it is about the two Watkins children-Sandy and Pete-and their own very personal, very taboo desires. They are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be they reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to be completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Ohhhh, Riley-we'd better go!" Sandy Watkins gasped heavily, sliding her soft, hot, young lips from his. "Now, Riley-before we ...before...."
She hugged him and panted against his ear and the side of his face. Her heart pounded. Her pussy throbbed achingly between her moist, firm thighs, and she could feel the slippery wetness seeping from between the bloated, virginal pussy-lips and soaking into the crotch band of her nylon panties.
"Oh, honey-Sandy! I don't want to go yet! I-I don't want to take you home!"
Riley smoothed his hands up and down her back, feeling the fine shape of it and the way her rib cage heaved with her deep breaths. He squared himself against her and felt her firm, pointed tits push against his chest, and he ached to cup and squeeze them in his hands.
"Oh, honey, I don't want to go either," Sandy panted. "But I've got to. I have to get to bed early so that I can get up early to start on our vacation. I still have some packing to do, Riley. You knew that when we went out tonight. That's why I didn't want us to stop here. I knew we'd just get all worked up and have to-quit."
She felt her fourteen-year-old tits swell to unbelievable size and pillow against his chest. She wished he would be brave, just once, and put his hands on them and squeeze them full of tingling sweet sensations. She wouldn't see him again for two whole weeks, and she wanted something wonderful to remember all that time.
Their thighs were pressed together full length in the front seat of his car, and when he shifted position slightly and rolled against her to hold her better, she imagined she could feel the hard prod of his prick against her hip.
"Sandy, I don't care about that," he said insistently. "You know it doesn't matter if we have to quit before we...."
"Before we what, Riley?" she blurted hotly. "Before we-fuck?"
"Ohhhh, God!" Riley gasped quickly. "Honey, what you said!"
"Oh, I didn't mean to say that!"
"I loved it, Sandy! It sent shivers all through me when you said it!"
"It's what you want, isn't it, Riley?"
"I-I...God, Sandy...."
"Tell me!" she cried, pressing her soft lips against his neck again. "I know you want to fuck me, Riley, because I want to let you! God, I do! I don't care how shameless that sounds, I do! I can feel your big prick pressing against my hip right now, and I want...Ohhhh!"
"Honey! Are you sure?" he gasped, holding her tighter than ever, making a fucking motion with his hip, giving her the full thrust of his trembling, loaded cock.
Her tits swelled and pushed against his chest until she felt they would pop. She felt her virginal cunt squirm and shiver all along its slippery, tight length, and she knew her panties were absolutely soaked with hot, slippery cunt-juice. She opened her mouth. She gasped. Then she had to ask him, before it went any further.
"Riley, tell me the truth. Did you fuck Karen?"
"Sandy!"
"You went with her for three months before going with me. Did you."
"No," he said softly.
"Is that the truth? She's fucking Roscoe now. Everybody knows it, Riley. Did you get her started?"
"No, I swear it, Sandy! I-we just petted, honey. That's all."
"Did you want to fuck her, Riley?"
"Ohhh, why are you asking me about her? I love you, Sandy!"
"You want to fuck me, don't you?"
"But that's different, honey! I love you! Oh, I wish you didn't have to go home and get ready for that dumb vacation. Can't you let them go without you and stay here?"
"Where would I stay, silly?" Sandy laughed, hugging and kissing him.
"In my bedroom. I could sneak you home and slide you under the bed until Mom and Dad were asleep, and then you can get in with me, and we can hold each other and ...and...."
"And fuck, Riley?"
She heard the soft, silky quality of her voice. It was innocent and warm. What she'd said had sounded right-perfectly and unquestionably right. When you were in love, even at fourteen, you wanted to fuck.
She closed her eyes and felt her heart pound against his. She imagined how it would be to be in bed with Riley. She saw in her mind the way his blue eyes and boyish smile would be. She imagined his good, lean body all naked before her, without even his swimming trunks on.
She wondered what his prick would look like, all hard and stiff and throbbing, the way she could feel it against her thigh right now. She'd never seen a prick before-not a hard one. She'd seen Pete's when he was coming out of the shower that time, but his had been soft and dangly. Besides, Pete was just her brother.
Something jogged her memory and made her gasp. She'd seen a stiff prick before after all! Hard and trembling and throbbing-frightening to look upon.
Her father's!
Yes, that Sunday morning, when she was twelve, with tits just beginning to bud on her chest and a pussy that was still smooth and bald and totally innocent.
Her mother had sent her into their bedroom on the urgent mission of getting her a tampon from the bathroom cabinet before she bled all over the rug running in for it herself.
Sandy had crept in quietly so as not to awaken her father, and she'd seen his cock, stiff and thrusting, full and hard, jutting from the gap in his pajamas as he lay on his back with the sheet kicked down and his head turned to the side.
He'd moaned once in his sleep, and he'd begun moving his hips up and down, making that stiff cock thrust and withdraw from the pussy in his hot dreams.
Sandy remembered the way her virginal, hairless little twat had throbbed then. She'd known instinctively that her father was fucking in his sleep. His prick throbbed and jerked. The end got red and swollen, as if it were an angry knob.
The sight had frightened her somehow, and she'd raced through the room with the tampon clutched tightly in her little hand. Just as she was closing the door behind her, she'd taken a last look. She'd seen his hand grip the hard, pulsing stalk.
She'd watched with mixed terror and curiosity as his fist began shaking up and down his prick. He moaned again, over and over, fucking his hips up and down harder, puffing breath through his nose.
She'd closed the door quickly, suddenly shaking, trying to push the sight from her mind, as if it had been something a little dirty, something she didn't want to associate with her kind, sweet father.
The feel of Riley's hard cock against her thigh brought the memory rushing back to her, and something of the old fright came over her again.
It wasn't fright, exactly. More like fear of the unknown. What was it like to be fucked? She'd heard that it hurt sometimes, especially the first time, when that big, hard cock tore through your tender cherry.
Some girls had it real rough the first time. Would she be one of them? Was it something she'd inherit from her mother? Did she dare ask her mother if she would yell and bleed and have to be taken to the hospital if she let Riley fuck his throbbing cock up into her tender, tight, virginal pussy?
"Riley...." she gasped.
"Sandy! Oh, Sandy, I-"
His hand slid from around her back. It paused at the side of her pumping rib cage. Then it boldly cupped the side of her swollen, pointed tit. His fingers squeezed into the firm flesh fully and purposefully for the first time since they'd been going together.
"Riley!" she moaned. "Ohhhhh, God!"
He snatched his hand away. "I didn't mean that, Sandy! I-I wasn't thinking! I'm so hot right now I don't know what I'm doing!"
"Don't...Ohhhh, put it back, Riley! Feel my tit! I love your hand on my tit! God, how I love it!
Squeeze it all you want!"
"No, no-you're not like Karen, honey! You're not cheap and sleazy like her!"
Sandy pulled back. She panted harshly. She looked into his face in the stray light. "How do you know, Riley?" she asked quietly.
He sucked in his breath. There was genuine shock on his face, and that made her love him twice as much just then. Love him and trust him.
"Sandy!" he cried, his voice torn with agony. "You haven't!"
"No, I haven't, Riley," she cried happily. "I'm still a virgin. Just for you!"
"Ohhhhh, God-me, too, Sandy! I swear I am, too!"
"Oh, Riley, I'm scared! I want you to put your big prick in my hot, wet pussy and fuck the cherry right out of me, but I'm scared!"
"It'll be all right, Sandy," he panted, squeezing and rolling her full, succulent tit.
"You might get me pregnant, Riley! It might hurt terribly and make me bleed and have to go to the hospital and wreck the vacation, and then my parents will kill both of us!"
"Ohhhh, yeah," he gasped achingly. "Oh, honey, maybe you're right. God, I wouldn't hurt you for anything, Sandy."
"Maybe-Riley, maybe ...when I get back ...when you get something so that I won't get pregnant. . . "
"Ohhhh, honey, this is killing me!" he cried. "I love you so much I can't stand it!"
"I'm not promising anything, Riley," Sandy gasped.
"I know, honey. I know."
"Do you like my tit, Riley? Does it feel good to you? Is it as good as Karen's tit?"
"Better!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, everything about you is so much better!"
"Show me! Ohhhh. show me! Do to my tit everything you ever did to Karen's tit!"
Riley gasped. His prick throbbed violently. "Do you really want me to, Sandy? Really?"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "And tell me what she did to you!"
She moved her thigh so that it rubbed against his hard cock. Her head seemed to be swimming. The memory of her father's stiff, thrusting prick blazed through her mind again, and she knew what to do.
She closed her eyes in the darkness and gasped when she felt Riley's trembling fingers working at the buttons on her blouse. He reached inside the opening and touched the naked sweetness of her swollen tit, his fingertips playing with the spiked, rubbery nipple.
She reached out with her hand at the same time, seeming unable to stop herself. She felt the hard, pounding length of his prick inside his pants. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, just the way she'd seen her father do it to himself.
"God!" Riley gasped, stiffening. "Ohhhh, Sandy! I'm going to come!"
He panted harshly. Sandy jerked her hand away. She was suddenly frightened again. He was all different. He strained and blew. He groaned and trembled. He felt hot against her, and he was pulling at her pointed tit in a nearly painful way.
He relaxed after a moment, letting out his breath with a rush. "Ohhh, God, that was close!" he gasped. "Honey, you nearly made me come all over the place!"
Sandy watched him anxiously. She wasn't quite sure what he meant. "Did Karen make you come, Riley?"
"I told you we petted, honey. I'm not trying to hide anything."
Sandy felt a little jealous then. "Did you feel her pussy, too?"
"Yes."
"Did you make her come?"
"Yes."
"How?"
He looked at her. "You mean you don't know how to come?"
She was silent. Riley hugged her closely, and his voice turned husky and soft.
"Do you want me to make you come, honey? Do you want to pet all the way?"
"Not fucking, Riley? I'm afraid to fuck yet!" she whimpered.
"No, sweetie. We masturbate each other."
"How?" she asked tremblingly, afraid he would laugh at her.
He didn't laugh. He was too good and kind for that. "You mean you've never masturbated, Sandy? You've never played with your clit and your pussy until you came?"
"Played with my own pussy?" Sandy gasped. "Ugh"
"There's nothing wrong with that, honey! Lots of girls do it. And every guy I ever heard of jacks off, too."
An image flashed through her mind again. "Even men? I mean, older men? Married ones?"
"Well, I guess they could. Why not?"
"Because they've got a wife to fuck."
Riley shrugged. "Maybe the wife isn't giving him any. Maybe she's on the rag or something and won't do him herself, and he gets horny and jacks off. Why ask about older men, anyway?"
"Could they do it in their sleep?"
"Sure," Riley grinned. "I've done it that way. I'm lying there dreaming about you and what you look like naked-seeing your beautiful soft pussy and all that blonde fuzz around it and the way your tits stick out and your ass is round and wiggly and-"
"And you jack off? You come in your sleep."
"Uh-huh," he grinned.
"Is that what you'll do when you get home tonight, Riley?" she asked softly. "Dream about me and jack off?"
"Sandy!"
"Are you? Are you going to make a fist around your stiff prick and shake it up and down until you come?"
"Ohhhh, God!" he moaned.
"You are, aren't you?"
"Yes! God, yes! And I'm going to come like a volcano."
"Do it."
"Huh?"
"Do it right now! Let me watch you! You did it for Karen, didn't you? Then jack off right now for me!"
"She did it for me, Sandy! And I played with her pussy at the same time, and we ...ohhhhhh, honey, I'm going crazy with heat!"
"Show me, Riley!" she gasped. "God, I'm tingling all over!"
He gasped heatedly again. He smoothed her blouse from her bare tits and looked at them in the dim light, sucking in his breath. He moaned and put his face against them, opening his warm, moist lips.
He sucked one nipple and then the other into his mouth and drew on them, flipping them with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he hiked the hem of her skirt and ran his hand up her thigh, into the sweet, damp juncture of the firm columns of flesh. His fingertip roamed over the wet crotch-band of her panties, seeking out the slippery groove between her bloated pussy-lips.
"Ahhhhh, Riley!" Sandy gasped, her emotions spinning and shivering as they never had before.
Her thighs opened. She couldn't stop them. She lifted her round quivering rump from the seat and lifted her pussy up into his hand. He cupped his fingers around her twat and squeezed gently, and her leaking cunt made a squishy sound from all the slippery juice seeping out.
"Ohhhh, Sandy-Sandy!" he gasped. "I'm so hot! Your pussy's so wet and hot! God!"
He leaned against her and made the whole length of his raging cock lie along her thigh. He began moving his hips, making fucking motions.
"Tell-tell me what to do, Riley!" Sandy gasped, her lingers curling and stretching.
He lifted away slightly. He unzipped his fly. Her hand was there with his, feeling a strange, slippery wetness leaking from his cock-head.
"Ohhh, Sandy!" he gasped. "Are you sure, honey?"
"Yes! Yes!"
"Then here it is!"
He pulled his prick from his pants. It sprang into her hand, full and thick and throbbing and hot. Her fingers curled around the shaft automatically, and she squeezed it again and again, pulling on the velvety, hard stalk.
"Ahhhhhgh!" he groaned. "Honey, not so fast! Not so hard! Ohhh, let me slip your panties off so I can see your sweet pussy! I want to touch it! I want to slide my fingertip around in all that silky, wet cunt-flesh and tickle your clit and make you come with me!"
"Ohhh, yes, yes!" she cried, moaning and shaking her head back and forth.
She'd never felt this way before. She couldn't believe the intensity of her emotions, the way her body was quivering and shaking all over, the way her pussy-tunnel was squirming and writhing all along its virginal length.
Her eyes were closed. She lifted her ass again. She felt Riley's fingers swarm over her hips and butt in his haste to snatch the thin, silky covering of nylon from her steaming crotch.
He pulled and rolled the material. A flood of embarrassment washed through her, and then she didn't care. How could she care when she was holding so tightly to his throbbing, straining prick?
"Ohhhh, darling!" he gasped, gazing between her open thighs. "So pretty! Pretty pussy! All wet and open and pink!"
"Riley!" she gasped.
He came against her again, his lips seeking hers. He kissed her heavily, sliding his warm, wet tongue between her soft lips. She kissed him back that way, puffing through her nostrils, arching her spine as his lips slid to her tits and sucked on them again.
His hand cupped her steaming pussy, squeezing gently. She felt her puffy twat-lips yield and spread, and she knew her cunt was wide open, all the pinkness there for him to touch.
His fingertip slid up her satiny, wet groove, and she cried out sharply with the sensation, straining upward. Sensations built inside her virginal body she'd never felt before-dizzying, heady sensations that seemed to be rushing toward some ultimate explosion she knew must be the phenomenon of coming.
"Riley! Riley!" she cried, gasping with open mouth against him.
"Honey! Are you going to come already?"
"I don't know! I don't know!"
"Ohhhh, your pussy's so wet and slippery and wonderful! Ahhhh, I can feel the mouth of it quivering and sucking all around my finger, Sandy! It wants my finger inside! It wants my finger to fuck it!"
"Ah! Ohhhh!" Sandy gasped heatedly.
She felt him rimming her muscular, virginal cunt-mouth with the tip of his finger. She felt her flesh shake and quiver eagerly. Then it was entering her body.
"Ahhhh, Riley-Riley!" she cried.
Her pelvis arched and humped up and down with instinctive motions, and her pussy sucked noisily at the tip of his finger. She felt it slide into her pussy, slowly, carefully, going deeper and deeper, spreading her muscular walls, sliding easily.
"Ah!" she yipped suddenly. "Hurts!"
"Ohhhhh, I can feel your cherry, honey!" Riley gasped. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"There! Ohhhh, there! It's all right now! Ohhhh, so deep, Riley! All the way up my pussy! Ohhhh, you're fucking me! With your finger, you're fucking me! Ahhhh, I love it! I'm going to come! Riley, you're fucking me to a come!"
Riley wasn't sure what had happened. His finger had hit a barrier and then slipped on through. It was now imbedded all the way up her cunt.
He hadn't had that problem with Karen. There hadn't been any cherry in her pussy after all. The lousy twat had teased him along for three months, telling him she was still a virgin. But he knew he had a virgin pussy wrapped around his finger now, and it was so slick and tight he couldn't believe it. He thought of how it would feel wrapped around his horny prick, sucking and drawing at it, and he nearly came on the spot.
He nearly fucked her right then, cherry or not, threat of pregnancy or not. But he didn't. He loved her and respected her too much. As difficult as it was going to be, he was going to wait for her to get back from her vacation. And then, maybe then . . .
"AHHHHHGH!" Sandy wailed.
An explosion burst through her head. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and her blood pumped wildly. Her whole body gathered itself for a squeezing crush.
When it came, she was half-frightened, half-joyous. She quaked all over. Her pussy shook and shivered. Her tits swelled stiffly, and the hard nipples at the ends felt as if they were ready to spurt something warm and sticky.
She held onto Riley's prick for all she was worth, oblivious to the fact that he was nearly whinnying with pain from her tight grip. She felt the way her virginal pussy sucked and milked at his finger, and she couldn't stop the image that burst into her mind-the sight of her father's big, thrusting cock.
She imagined it was going up her pussy-his prick, not Riley's-and she yelled out her first orgasm as if the top of her head were coming off from the force of the explosion.
"OH! OHHHH! Ohhh, Riley!" she gasped, straining against him tightly. "Riley, I came! I just know I did! I came! Ohhhh, it was wonderful! I loved coming! Darling, make me come again! Now! I want to come again!"
Riley slid his finger from her soaking, slick pussy. A string of wet cunt-juice came out with it. He rubbed all over her swollen pussylips, feeling the firmness, the fleshiness of them. His cock throbbed wildly in her tight grip.
"Honey, you're squeezing my cock too hard," he said.
She let up immediately. "Oh, Riley, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your prick!"
"Ohhh," he groaned, gasping as her hand became gentle and loving on his prick. "God, Sandy, I nearly came with you!"
"Do it now, Riley. You come now, and then make me come again!"
"Yes-yes! There, honey-like that! Ohhhh, gently, up and down and over the head and ...ohhhhh, yes!"
She was doing it for him. Just the way she'd seen her father do it. Shaking her fist up and down his hard, straining cock. Riley turned slightly so that his prick jutted from his lap into the air.
Her hand whipped up and down his prick. She rolled her palm over the velvety head, feeling the slippery seeping of his oils. She felt a strange, thrilling power come over her as she jacked him and watched the way he twisted and heard the way he moaned.
He reached into his back pocket and fumbled out his handkerchief and spread it over his belly under his straining prick and her pumping hand.
"Why did you do that, Riley?" she asked.
"Ohhhhh, because I'm going to come! Oh, honey! You're doing it just right! You're jacking me off wonderfully! Ohhhhh, here it comes, Sandy! Don't stop! Whatever happens, don't stop jacking my cock! Ah! AHHHHHHGH!"
He arched up violently. She felt the throbbing pulses running through his prick. Everything swelled in the circle of her fist. She stared with wide eyes at the pulsing head.
She saw the big eye open up. She felt a liquid ripple shoot through the heavy tube of flesh, and then she yipped with surprise when white syrup spurted from the tip and arced through the air onto the hanky.
"YAAAAAAAGH!" Riley yelled, gritting his teeth and thrashing, fucking his jetting prick into her hand.
Another spurt followed, then another, rapidly, as if in a stream, but she could feel each muscular spasm of his orgasm as he came and came-like a volcano erupting, just as he'd said.
The white stuff kept coming. It bubbled and frothed. It dribbled over the head of his prick, more slippery than she could imagine, and it dripped warmly over her knuckles and fingers and ran down her wrist.
A musty, heady kind of scent filled the car. She looked at the last bubblings of sperm from the tip of his prick and felt the way it slid over her fingers, and she felt very mature and womanly suddenly.
She'd come. And she'd made a boy come. She was looking at sperm, feeling it, smelling it, and she was feeling the way a pussy felt after it had come.
"Ohhhh, Riley," she moaned softly. "I love you!"
"I love you, too, honey!" he said.
He reached for her, putting his hand on her wet pussy again, teasing the flesh of it.
"What are you doing, honey?" she asked.
"I'm going to tickle your clit and make you come again."
"You don't have to."
"You don't want to?"
"I want to. But I have to get home. I'm really late now."
"It won't take long."
"It's all right, sweetie. I feel-relieved, sort of. Happy. I know I love you now. I know I'm going to let you fuck me now. I know I want that big prick in my pussy, fucking all the way up it, spurting that slippery sperm into it. Don't worry, sweetie. When I get back, we're going to fuck and fuck until we can't stand it any more."
CHAPTER TWO
The music drifted from the speakers softly and quietly, unhurried and dreamy. The lights were so low he could barely see her, and the darkness gave him a sense of false comfort, as if he could hide his trembling nervousness in it.
But Pete Watkins knew he wasn't hiding the thrust of his hard, hard prick from her. There was no way. They held each other fully, their bodies pressed together from head to toe. They danced to the dreamy music in Rhonda's dark living room as if glued together, swaying back and forth without moving their feet.
She was so slender, so willowy in his arms, that he couldn't possibly hide the way his prick fitted into the warm vee of her thighs and stretched up along her mound toward her belly.
Her tight, small tits were naked under the thin material of her dress. He could feel the hard nipples pushing against his chest, and he pressed them into him harder by placing the flat of his hand against her smooth back and pulling inward.
Rhonda moved her head, nestled in the hollow of his shoulder. She put her soft lips against the side of his neck, close to his ear. Her breath was warm and moist.
"Relax, darling," she whispered breathily. "I'm not going to bite you."
He could feel her grinning. Her tongue tip came from between her soft lips and swirled against his ear, making him gasp and shiver with unbelievable sensation, and his cock throbbed fully against her belly.
God, can't she feel it? What's a guy supposed to do with his hard prick! he cried inwardly.
He tried to relax. He only sweated harder. Rhonda was nearly eighteen, a senior, and it was beyond his wildest dreams that he was finally with her-alone with her, dancing with her, holding her in his arms, holding her tits against his chest and her pussy against his straining, throbbing prick.
She was so damn beautiful he couldn't stand it. He dreamed about her every night any more. He'd watched her for a year and a half, her willowy, graceful body gliding down the halls at school, her long, raven hair falling silkily about her shoulders and over the sweet, smooth bumps of her tits.
When she laughed, it was like the tinkling of bells to him. She would tip her head back and fill the room with sunshine and gaiety, and he could do more than watch in awe from afar.
Always at a distance. Why would a beauty like Rhonda look at a punk like him? Especially when he was two years younger than she was? She always had boys around her, loud-mouth, crude bastards, the football jocks and that type. He hated them. They were too crude for such a delicate beauty as Rhonda.
He wasn't sure how it had happened at last, but it had. So quickly. He'd finally screwed up the courage to speak to her. Then one remark had led to another, and he had a date with her. Then another and another!
And tonight-tonight, he was alone with her, in her house, holding her close against his throbbing, beating cock, dancing to soft music, feeling the yielding slenderness of her sweet body in his arms.
She stopped swaying with him. She tipped her head back slightly, looking up at him with those soft, green eyes of hers. There was a ghost of a smile flitting at the corners of her wide, soft mouth.
"Pete, darling, what is it? Do I frighten you? You're trembling all over, Pete. I told you it was all right to be here with me. My parents are out of town for the night. They won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Is that what frightens you, Pete?"
She smiled again, just a little upturn of her mouth. Was she playing with him? Making fun of him? Christ, couldn't she feel the way her hips were cupping his when she leaned back like that and making his prick rub thrillingly up and down against her pussy?
"I...I...." Pete choked, nearly gasping.
Rhonda laughed very softly. She slid her hands down his back and clenched them, intertwining her fingers at the small of his back. She leaned back even more, making her pelvis rock fully against his, making the hard shaft of his cock actually sink in against the swollen puffiness of her cunt-lips.
"Mmmmm," she hummed at him. "I think I frighten you, darling," she smiled. "Or am I embarrassing you right now-is that it?"
He looked down at her beautiful face. He saw the way her tight, firm cones filled the front of her dress. He saw the bumps of her nipples standing plainly against the material.
He closed his eyes and swallowed. For just a fleeting moment, he'd thought he was looking at his sister's tits. He remembered the time Sandy had worn a thin dress, back when her tits were just growing, and he'd gotten all hot over the sight of them. Now, Sandy's tits were big and pointed, full and obvious. He liked tits better when there was a subtle hint of them, a tight little handful-the kind Rhonda had.
He grinned crookedly. He tried to sound suave, but his voice cracked, and he knew he was sweating too much. "I'm embarrassing myself," he said.
She laughed softly. She slid her hands a little lower, her fingers outspread. They curled around the heated mounds of his buttocks, and she pulled inward, making his cock fit into the groove of her cunt. She swayed gently, moving her hips and round, tight ass from side to side while she smiled at him, and he knew without any doubt that she not only felt his cock lying hard against her pussy-she wanted to feel it there!
"There's nothing to feel embarrassed about, Pete," she said softly. "I love the feel of your hard prick against my pussy."
"Rhonda!" he gasped, his cock throbbing threateningly.
"You have a cock, Pete. All boys have cocks. Sometimes, when they dance with me, their cocks get hard, and there's nowhere for a hard cock to hide in a pair of tight jeans."
"That's for sure!" he gasped, clearing his throat, wishing his voice would stop that damn cracking.
"Then don't try to hide it, darling. Let it stretch up against my belly, against my pussy. Let my pussy rub against it. It feels good for you, and it feels good for me, too."
"D-Does it?" he choked.
She tipped her head to the side and looked at him a long, lingering moment. Then she pulled herself against him again, tipping her head up, pursing her soft lips, placing them against his.
She kissed him for a long, slow, steamy moment, and his prick nearly spurted cum in his pants. She drew back and smiled at him again.
"There," she said softly. "Still afraid of me?"
"I...God, Rhonda, I.. . " he gasped.
"Oh, Pete, you're such a worrier. You're not doing anything wrong."
"I don't want to do anything wrong with you, Rhonda!" he cried.
"You're not, you're not," she said, smoothing her hand along the side of his face. "Pete, darling, there's something you don't understand yet. I like you. I like you lots. I like you the best of all. Can't you understand that?"
"I can't believe it," he gasped, feeling dizzy. "All those other guys-and I'm just a kid compared to them. I'm clumsy and tongue-tied, and my voice cracks every time I talk to you, and-"
She put her finger to his lips. "Shhhh," she hushed. "Don't say any more, darling. Not another word. You have to believe me when I tell you that's why I like you so much. You're decent and kind. You want to be with me just because I'm me, not because of my looks or because of what you might think you can get off me."
"Rhonda!" he cried, horrified with the thought that she would even suspect him of trying to get a piece of her ass.
She smiled sweetly again. "You see, darling? I know. I can tell. And I love you for it. Yes-I think I'm falling in love with you, Pete."
"Rhonda!" he wailed again. "Oh, God, don't tease me!"
"I'm not, Pete. That's why I wanted you to come over tonight, before you left for your vacation. I wanted you to go away without any worry, without any fears-knowing that I'll be waiting for you to come back."
"Ohhhh, Rhonda, do you really mean that?" he nearly sobbed, relief washing through him. "It was getting so I just couldn't bear to go on that damn vacation, knowing you'd want to go out, knowing about all those other guys hanging around and-"
"Let them hang around all they want, Pete, you have no worry. They don't make up my mind and my heart for me. I do that. And I've chosen you."
"God, I can't believe it!" he cried happily.
She touched him all over as she talked. "I love your unruly mop of sandy hair. I love your blue eyes, your boyish cheeks, your trim shoulders and normal-sized chest, that isn't like a big barrel pushing against me, all lumped with muscles. And I love-the hard, strong feel of your prick, Pete," she breathed, smoothing her open hand over the straining thrust of his prick.
"Ohhhh, God, Rhonda! I love you, too! Everything! Everything about you! God, I can't believe this is really happening!"
She pressed against him and sighed quaveringly, as if reaching a decision. She took his trembling hand and tugged gently.
"Come with me, darling. Come over here with me, and I'll prove I mean it."
He stumbled over his feet. He gasped and choked. His prick pounded fitfully in his pants. He followed her gliding form towards the couch and nearly collapsed from rubbery knees halfway there. She turned and sat and pulled him down next to her.
"Pete, you have to understand and believe that I've done this for only one boy besides you. A long so time ago, Pete, before we even moved here. It was good then, Pete. Very good. I won't he. But it's over. All the other boys here at school-not one of them has touched me. Not with my permission. Do you believe me, Pete?"
"I...Yes, Rhonda, yes!" he cried.
She leaned against him and kissed him tenderly, smoothing her hand down his chest, over his stomach, against his abdomen, her fingers reaching erotically into the waist of his pants and pausing.
"Oh, thank you, darling," she said, her voice catching. "I needed you to believe me-someone to believe me. Nobody believes me when I tell the truth. My parents, they think that every boy ...that I'm a ...a complete slut!"
"No, no! You're anything but that, Rhonda! You're wonderful and good, and I believe you and love you!" Pete cried.
"You remind me of him, Pete. Very much."
"I-I don't care, Rhonda," he said. He smiled crookedly. "I was just thinking a minute ago how you reminded me a little of my sister-your pretty tits-back when she had little ones."
She laughed with him and hugged him. "I was going to tell you that you were blind! Sandy's tits are much bigger than mine!"
"I don't like big tits, Rhonda. I love yours. They're just right."
"Are they, Pete?" she smiled happily. "Then you may look at them all you want, darling. Right now!"
She pulled away from him. She arched her spine and swept her long, glossy hair from her back. She reached for the zipper on her dress and pulled it down with a soft purr as she stood lithely in front of him.
She peeled the dress from her shoulders and smiled as she let it slip down her front, to her waist. Pete stared, his eyes bugging from his head. He licked his lips and felt his cock throb wildly at the sight of her.
Her tits were cones of perfection. They stood firm and proud on her chest, wide spaced and high, capped with pink, spiked nipples. He watched in disbelief as Rhonda hooked her thumbs into the dress at her waist and twisted her hips and lovely ass and pushed it down.
The dress slipped to the floor in a soft puddle. She stepped out of it, lifting her thighs, parting them, letting him see the way the crotch of her blue bikini panties snugged around her pouting pussy.
She smiled constantly. She put her hands on her hips. She turned slowly for him, showing him the pert thrust of her tight, round ass, the way the panties hugged it like a second skin. Her raven hair cascaded down her white back in a glimmering shower.
"Am I too skinny for you, Pete?" she asked softly, facing him again.
"Ohhhhh, no, Rhonda-no!" he gasped. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life!"
"Oh, Pete-Pete!" she cried happily, falling to her knees in front of him. "I'm glad you like me! I want you to like me!"
"I love you, Rhonda!" he cried earnestly.
"Pete, I want...Let me ...Ohhhh, Pete!" she gasped, reaching out with her hand.
He watched the movement of it. He sucked in his breath. He nearly creamed when her fingers caught the tab of his zipper and worked it down.
Her face was right there in his lap. She was leaning forward, placed between his knees. Her tits rested against his inner thighs, so soft and hot, the little nipples punching into his skin.
She reached inside his fly. Her cool, slender fingers wrapped around his throbbing, pulsing cock. She worked it out, and he could see the glistening oils seeping from the tip.
"Ohhhh, it's lovely, Pete!" she cried softly. "I love your hot, hard prick! I...Pete, I. . . "
She opened her mouth. Her wide, soft mouth. She licked out with the tip of her tongue, wetting her soft lips. Her raven, silky hair fell forward as she tipped her head down and aimed his cock towards her open mouth.
"Ahhhhhhgh!" Pete cried, stiffening jerkily, thrusting up with his hips and spearing cock.
Just the touch. That was all he'd needed. The touch and the thought and the knowledge that she was doing it. He exploded.
The first hot, wet, silky touch of her warm lips around the head of his prick was all it took to make the dream of two years hose forth.
His prick jerked wildly, and his hips lurched upward. His hard, spouting prick fucked deeply into her receiving mouth, and he could feel the slide of her tongue along the underside of his shaft. He felt the warmth and slipperiness inside her mouth as his fountaining prick filled her with lubricating jets of hot sperm.
He yelled wildly and clamped his hands around the sides of her silk-haired head. He held her there and fucked his cock deeply towards the back of her throat, hating himself for botching everything by blowing his wad into her beautiful mouth.
He shuddered and quaked for an interminable time. He wanted his traitorous balls to stop pumping his cum down her throat. He wanted to cut off his prick and throw it away for the offensive bar of spitting iron it was.
She would hate him now. She would never see him again. She would hate him to his very core for doing such a filthy thing, when all she'd wanted to do was kiss his prick tenderly and slide into his arms and let him touch her pretty tits.
He knew that was all she'd intended to do. She wasn't a slut. She hadn't even taken off her panties. She hadn't wanted sex. He'd said her tits were beautiful, and she was simply showing them to him, and now he'd ruined it all.
"Ahhhhgh, I can't stop! I'm sorry! Rhonda, I'm sorry!" he cried, over and over. "Don't hate me, Rhonda! I didn't mean to come! Not in your mouth! Not even in your pussy! Ohhhhh, shit! Shit!"
He forced his clutching hands to leave her head. That was the least he could do-release her.
His prick blew and spat and hosed without end. He felt her tongue wriggling at the bottom of it, clear down towards his balls. It took him a long, stunned, orgasming moment to realize that her tongue was stripping back up, going down, then back up towards the head again.
God, she was milking the sperm right out of his flaming prick!
And her head was bobbing up and down!
She was sucking his cock off willingly!
"AHHHHHHGH!" he yelled throatily.
When it was finally over, his eyes were bulging from his head. He gasped harshly. His heart pounded violently in his chest. He stared down at the top of her silky head and watched it slacken the speed of bobbing, watched her twist her head around and around as her lips sucked and gripped his blazing prick. He heard her moan. The sound was one of pleasure. He couldn't believe his ears.
She sucked her lips off the tip of his prick finally, giving it a last flick with the tip of her tongue. She looked up at him from his crotch, resting her head on his thighs. There was a dribble of the telltale odiousness of what he'd done on her hp. She licked it off and moaned again, lifting her eyes to him dreamily.
"Ohhhh, Pete, so fast! So hot!"
"Rhonda, I didn't...I didn't mean to come! Oh, forgive me, Rhonda!"
"Darling Pete, there's nothing to forgive," she purred, stroking his still-stiff prick with her slippery, slim fingers.
"But...but. . . " he choked.
"I love you, Pete," she said simply. "I told you to believe me."
"Rhonda! You mean . . . ?"
"Of course, I wanted to suck your prick. I wanted you to come in my mouth. I wanted to drink your hot sperm down. But you came so fast, darling! You didn't give me time to really suck on your beautiful prick. Pete, sweetie, we're going to have to do something about that. You mustn't come so fast that you deprive me of my pleasure, too."
Pete's head spun in dizzying circles. It wasn't real. I couldn't be real. He was just dreaming again. That had to be it. But if that were true, then his dream was undoing his belt buckle and opening his pants all the way and urging them off his body.
He watched the beautiful dream before him and lifted his butt up off the couch and helped her slide his pants down his legs-pants and soaked briefs both.
After she'd opened his shirt, she cupped his balls with one hand and softly, slowly jacked his prick with the other. Then she looked up at him with that dreamy expression again.
"Have you ever fucked a girl, Pete?" she asked.
"Haaa," he groaned idiotically. He didn't know how to answer. He said yes to another boy, because he was damned if he'd admit to being still cherry. But Rhonda wasn't another boy. She might not like it if he lied to her.
"You haven't, darling, have you?" she asked softly, seeing through him easily.
"No," he gasped finally, feeling proud and ashamed at the same time.
"Not even Sandy, your pretty, cute little sister?"
"My sister!" he choked.
"Is that something terrible to you, Pete? It isn't to me. Tommy used to fuck his sister." The smile went off her face, and she became lost in a moment of memory. "Tommy was the boy, the one I told you about. Sweet Tommy. He learned so well from his sister. He fucked me so beautifully. Oh, Pete," she cried, looking at him again, "you're so like Tommy! And yet-and yet, you're you. You're Pete to me, not Tommy. Don't ever think differently. Oh, Pete, fuck me!" she gasped.
She rose to her feet. She reached for her panties and pushed them quickly down her hips and off her feet. She stood before him with her pussy thrust forward, letting him see everything.
He stared with awe. It was the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen. Except for his sister's once, it was the only pussy he'd ever seen, but that didn't matter. It would be the most beautiful of them all.
Dark fur surrounded her puffy lips. The lips were bloated apart with ready heat. He could see the pink, glistening silk of her pussy flesh between them.
The dark hair made a sweet little triangle above her split cunt gap. It was not a bushy, overgrown mat of hair. It was just a touch of light, silky fur, a subtle shading in the beautiful vee of her crotch.
Her thighs quivered as she stood there. They turned outward slightly, opening her pussy to him even more. He could see the sweet undercurving of her round ass-cheeks, and his prick throbbed redly, spearing up from his lap.
"Ohhhh, fuck that beautiful prick all the way up my cunt, darling!" she groaned.
She lifted one leg to the couch, straddling his hips. Her cunt spread wide open before his sight. She came over him, knees on either side of his hips now, her pussy only inches from his eyes.
He stared into the silky, red, wet depths of it. His first cunt. He saw the muscular ring of her twat-mouth quiver and suck inward impatiently. He saw the puffy lips fill even more and spread apart even farther.
His hands seemed to come upward automatically. They cupped around the tight, meaty swells of her ass-cheeks and held them. He felt the fine flesh quiver at his touch.
She arched her spine and made her tits thrust towards his face. He couldn't believe it was really happening.
"Suck them! Suck my pretty tits, Pete!" she moaned.
He opened his mouth. He lunged forward. His teeth scraped her tender, swollen flesh, and he nearly chewed her nipple off in his fervor to taste the rubbery sweetness of it.
"Ah! Not so hard! Ohhhh, don't bite my tit off!" she cried.
He pulled back. He licked his lips. His cock throbbed. He'd botched it again.
"The other one, Pete. Suck the other one. Gently, darling! Ohhhh, suck my tit gently!"
He tried. He slipped the sweet nipple between his lips. He drew on it as gently as he could. But there was no standard in his past that he could refer to. He'd never sucked a tit before, gently or otherwise-not that he could remember. His mother's maybe, when he was suckling milk from her.
The thought made his balls draw up and his cock stretch towards the ceiling. He closed his eyes and imagined he was sucking on his mother's tit, his sister's tit-any tit!
"Ahhhhh, that's lovely!" Rhonda cried. "Oh, Pete! Now! Now, your prick! Up my pussy!"
She settled down slowly. She wriggled her ass, pushing her pelvis forward and back and from side to side.
The puffy, slippery cunt-lips found the throbbing knob and surrounded it. The heat and moisture and slickness of it was incredible to him., He'd dreamed about fucking before, but he'd never imagined it would feel like this.
Her pussy-mouth literally nibbled at the head of his cock and sucked it up inside!
"Ah! Ahhhhh, Rhonda!" he cried.
He was like a coiled spring inside. His hands pulled down on her ass at the same time his hips thrust upward. His bucking shaft lunged into her cunt, sinking into a bath of oiled, squirming silk.
"Not so fast! Not so hard!" she cried. "Oh, Pete!"
" Y AA AAA A AGH!" he bellowed.
His balls rattled against the bottom of his throbbing cock. His shaft swelled to mighty dimensions and stretched for the back of her squirming, hot cunt.
He yelled again and felt the pumping, spurting jets fly through his cherried shaft again. He spewed and hosed into her pussy, sending the cum deep, making her whole tunnel incredibly slippery.
"Ahhhhhhh, I'm coming again!" he cried.
"Ohhhhhhh, too fast, too fast!" she cried.
She tossed her head back and forth. She whipped her ass in wild circles around his imbedded shaft, making her pussy pull and suck and writhe around his cock.
It made a blazing spire of his prick. It throbbed and pulsed until it was nearly painful for him. She pumped back and forth and bounced up and down on his prick, puffing and gasping, straining for her own orgasm.
"Oh! Ohhhhh, it won't come, Pete! Ohhhh, I'm so frustrated! Why did you come so fast? You shouldn't have come so fast the second time! That's why I sucked you off!"
"Rhonda, I'm sorry!" Pete cried; rolling her ass in his hands, trying to assist her motions.
He gritted his teeth. The sensations of her gripping, milking pussy on his exploded shaft were killing him. He quickly sucked on her tit again, but he knew while he was doing it that he was doing it too roughly again, hurting her instead of exciting her.
He didn't know what to do. He felt like such an oaf he wanted to cry. His perfect chance to be suave and wonderful to her, and he'd blown it all to hell and back again.
"Ohhhh, stop-stop!" she cried finally, stiff-arming his shoulders, pushing his head back from her raw, sore tit.
She stiffened her thighs and lifted her pussy from his throbbing, red prick. Her cunt-mouth sucked and nipped his knob as it popped free, and he sucked in his breath when the cool air hit his blazing prick.
Her mouth was open. Her eyes were wide. She panted harshly, moaning at the same time. He couldn't help looking at her pussy. He saw his sperm sliding from the quivering mouth, clinging to the puffy tissue of one hp before stringing down and dropping onto his thigh.
"Oh, God!" she gasped. "I've got to come! I'm so horny and frustrated now I can't stand it!"
"Rhonda, I'm sorry!" he cried again, his lip quivering with the threat of a great sob of despair welling inside him.
She looked at him for a moment. It was an expression that made him wither, because it told him everything was all over between them after his clumsy goddamn performance.
Then her expression softened, and she put her warm hand to the side of his face. "I know you're sorry, honey," she said. "It's all right.
You're hot. You've never fucked before, and you can't help it. But now you've got to help me come, darling-you've got to!"
"Yes! Anything! I'll do anything you want me to, Rhonda! Ohhhh, I want it to be good for you-sweet and good, the way it was with-with Tommy!"
"All right, Pete," she said, biting on her soft lower hp and quivering with need. "One more time. Do you think you can keep that hot prick from coming until I want it to?"
"Yes! Oh, I'll try real hard, Rhonda! I swear I'll try!"
She lifted her leg. She fell forward along the couch until she was on her hands and knees. She looked back at him, over her shoulder.
He stared. Her tits jutted downward from her chest. Her raven hair hung in a glimmering shower of jet silk. Her spine was bowed in the most graceful curve he'd ever seen.
Her round, tight ass was pointing right at his face. She spread her knees on the couch, and he traced the slim, curving lines of her thighs up to her crotch.
He saw the puffy cunt-lips pouting down beneath her crotch. He saw the deep, shadowy cleft between her tight, firm cheeks. He watched her swing her butt gently from side to side as she smiled heatedly over her shoulder at him, and he could see the puckered pink-brown mouth of her asshole winking there in the depths of her ass-crack at him.
"In my ass, Pete!" she gasped. "Fuck your prick up my ass! Oh, slowly, darling! Fuck me slowly and wonderfully, and I'll come and come for you!"
His head spun. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. Up her ass! That beautiful little ass! How many times he'd watched the wiggle and sway of that tight, wonderful ass as he walked behind her down the halls at school. How many times he'd dreamed of that tight, wonderful ass when he was jacking off at night in bed!
Now she was begging for him to fuck his prick up her ass!
His cock throbbed and stretched unbelievably, and his tongue slurped around the opening of his gaping mouth.
"Rhonda!" he gasped. "You can't-it won't ...Ohhhhhh, God!"
"Do it! I love it up my ass! I always came when Tommy fucked my ass, no matter how frustrated or worn out I was! Ohhhh, hurry, Pete!"
He got to his knees behind her. His cock pulsed so hard he had to grip it in his hand to hold it still. He looked down her round swells and the puckered red-brown mouth between them.
"Ohhhh, hurry, Pete!" she cried again.
She reached behind herself with one hand and pulled her ass-cheeks wide open. She tipped her butt up, giving him a clear target of her pulsing asshole.
Her pussy-lips were flared wide apart, pouting down beneath her crotch, lined with the dark fur of her raven pubes that framed the pink, dripping slit of her cunt-mouth.
Juice seeped from it, hot and slippery. It glistened on her inner thigh as it trickled downward, and he knew some of it was his sperm. His cock pulsed and throbbed wildly in his squeezing grip, and the knob looked ready to burst.
"Up my ass, Pete!" she cried again. "Put your prickhead against my asshole and fuck it up me!"
He whimpered slightly. He gritted his teeth with determination, bent on fucking her right this time.
He came forward. The fronts of his thighs touched the backs of hers. He aimed his cockhead right at the pulsing little target. He didn't see how his big shaft could possibly fit into the winking bung without half killing her.
The moment his knob touched the hot, sucking little shitter, it swelled and pulsed and tried to stretch inside.
He pushed gently. Steadily. He watched it all happen. The big cockhead indented the rosy pucker. He felt the muscular spasms and contractions. He saw the way her fingertips indented the firm flesh of her ass-cheek as she pulled her buttocks apart for him.
His prick was one throbbing, stretching tube of fire. He felt his balls draw up tightly under the base of his cock. He watched the tight muscular ring begin to part under the relentless press of his mushroom-headed cock.
"Ahhhhh, wait-wait!" Rhonda gasped. "It's too dry now. Your prick's too dry! Fuck it up my pussy first and get it sopping wet and try it again!"
Pete gasped. He shifted his prickhead downward, nosing into the slippery flesh of her puffy cunt-slit. Hot, oiled silk surrounded his pulsing glans, sucked at it, pulled inward.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped.
"Don't come! Don't you dare come again, Pete Watkins!"
"I won't, Rhonda! I promise I won't!"
"Fuck! Fuck it up my pussy! Ah! Ahhhhhhh, good, good!"
He pressed forward. His prick slid into the heated, slippery haven of her writhing pussy. It went all the way, all the fucking way up her cunt!
He gasped again and again. He leaned against her firm, hot ass-cheeks and pressed his thighs up against the backs of hers. His balls snuggled into the warm fullness of her puffy pussy-lips and became coated with her hot, slippery juices.
His prick was bathed and milked by her working pussy. Sensations shot through him that he'd never believed existed. Fucking her again was wholly different than the first time, and he now understood why she'd been angry with him for coming so fast and ending it before they'd even begun.
"Wonderful!" Rhonda gasped. "Ahhhhh, I love your prick! Ohhhh, fuck back and forth, slowly, gently! Ohhhhh, Pete, that's the way to fuck me! That's the way I love it!"
He sucked in his breath and held it until his lungs banged for a fresh draft. He did everything she told him to. He fucked his prick back and forth slowly and gently, feeling the slide through her wet, warm pussy-tunnel, feeling the little muscular contractions, the exciting squirming of her cunt around his shaft.
He could feel himself beginning to boil again. He gritted his teeth and tipped his head back and tried very hard not to come. He wished she would hurry. He knew he wasn't going to last very long fucking her like this.
"Now!" she cried suddenly, tipping her butt up and down, making her cunt-mouth pull and tug at his root. "It's wet enough now, darling! Take it out of my pussy and fuck it up my asshole!"
His prick throbbed wildly. He jerked back quickly. His prick sprang from her tight, squeezing hole with a sucking pop of wetness. He let out his breath with relief and watched his prick jerk and throb. He'd nearly come again.
He didn't have to be told what to do next. He aimed his dripping, glistening cockhead at her asshole. He pushed against it. He heard her moan with pleasure. He saw her head jerk up. He felt the incredibly tight, rubbery ass-mouth part and suck up his wide glans.
"Yes! Ohhhhh, yes! You're in my asshole! Ohhhhh, push it all the way up my butt, darling! All the way!"
Pete quivered all over. He put his hands on her butt-cheeks to steady himself. He felt as if he were going to faint over with utter bliss.
Her asshole squeezed and sucked tightly at the head of his prick. It was a whole different sensation in her ass than it had been in her pussy.
There was something dark and clinging and tight about her ass. He loved the way her ass-ring squeezed and pulled. He moaned and pressed forward and felt his whole shaft sink into the dusky tunnel.
"Yahhhh, it's wonderful!" Rhonda cried. "Ohhhh, lie along my back! Reach around and play with my tits! Rub my pussy! Fuck me, fuck me!"
He obeyed. He pressed up against her flaring butt, feeling the firm pillows of her ass against his upper thighs and belly. He lay along the fine curve of her spine.
He reached around her body and cupped her sweet, handful-sized tits in his hands. He felt the spiked, hard nipples jut into his hot palms. He rolled them against her chest and fucked inward with his prick, driving it all the way up her ass.
She moaned and rocked her butt up and took it all, quivering and gasping. His balls sank into the steamy wetness of her pussy-pocket.
"Ah!" he choked.
"No-no!" Rhonda cried.
His prick bucked and jerked. His balls rattled. He clung to her tits with his hands and smeared himself over her silky back and gasped again.
"Don't you dare!" Rhonda cried. "Not yet! Ohhhh, God, not yet, Pete!"
"I can't-darling, I can't help it! Ohhhhh, your asshole! Your tits! Your pussy! Everything about you! Rhonda! YAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
He squealed. Actually squealed. He was filled with self-loathing. But there wasn't a thing he could do to stop the powerful bucking and jerking of his prick.
Spasms racked through his body. His hips chugged against her ass, sinking his prick deeper and deeper, making her body buck and jerk under the powerful thrusts.
Her head bobbled on her neck. He walked her halfway along the couch as his hips banged against her ass-cheeks and bucked her forward. He knew he was being too rough on her tender asshole, but he couldn't stop himself.
"I'm sorry, Rhonda!" he cried, choking in her ear. "Honey, I couldn't help it!"
"Get off! Get off!" she cried.
Pete shuddered and spurted out the last of his orgasm and lifted himself from her back. His prick felt ruined. It felt as if he wouldn't be able to come again in a week.
He sucked his cock from her tight asshole, hearing it pop. The tunnel had become terribly slippery from his boiling cum suddenly. The sensation made him cry out when her asshole took one last nip at his flaming glans.
"Ohhhhh, you bastard!" Rhonda cried, rolling onto her back, clamping her hands between her thighs, cupping her pussy and her ass at the same time.
He looked down at her. Her arms pushed in at the sides of her tits and made them jut from her chest The nipples stood on them like ruby spikes of rubber.
Her mouth was open. She tossed her head and twisted her face up in an expression of silent agony.
"Honey, what can I do?" he cried. "Oh, let me do something!" He gripped his cock and waggled it at her, intending to fuck it up her pussy again and make her come big and hard.
Then he looked down and saw that it was half-limp. Useless. Just as useless for fucking as he was.
"Ohhhhh!" Rhonda moaned, seeing just what he saw. "God, I've got to come! Never mind! Don't do anything, damn it-you've done enough! HI do it myself!"
He sat back on his heels and watched. It was terribly exciting. She flung her knees wide apart. Her hips rocked up and down. She used both hands at her crotch.
There was a finger up her asshole and her thumb up her pussy. That hand jerked back and forth and made the fingers fuck her holes. He could see the way her tissues sucked and drew after the slim, long digits.
Her other hand swirled over her clit. He could see the little bump at the top of her cleft. Her fingertips circled over it again and again.
He'd never seen a clit before. He'd never seen anything before. It was thrilling beyond belief to watch her masturbate. He wondered suddenly if Sandy did that when she was alone in bed in the room right next to his. One night, he'd creep into her room and find out if she did it.
"Yes! Yessss!" Rhonda cried suddenly.
Her hips lifted high. He could see everything. Her pussy-flesh sucked in wetly and quivered and then seemed to blow outward as she bucked and came.
She tossed her hips and clamped her hands around her crotch tightly, rubbing and patting and squeezing. She thrashed all over the couch in the throes of orgasm, tossing her head and moaning again and again.
"YAAAAAAGH! Ohhhhh, God, at last! I'm coming at last! Ohhhh, it's been so long! Ohhhhh, Pet, you bastard, see what you could have had squeezing all around your goddamn hot prick!"
She jerked her hands away from her crotch and pointed her wet, drooling pussy at him. She opened hooded eyes and looked at him. Her pussy-flesh quivered and sucked, and juice dribbled from her hole until she quit coming.
She sagged back to the couch and sighed heavily at last. "Ohhhh, God," she gasped. She looked away from him.
Pete swallowed. His shoulders slumped. His prick sagged. He wanted to slink away from her sight and go cry. It was over now. He knew it was.
"Rhonda, I.. . " he started. He got up from the couch and reached for his pants.
"Pete," she said. "Where are you going?"
He looked back. "Home. I...I'm sorry, Rhonda."
Incredibly, she gave him a small smile. "You were so hot and horny."
"I ruined it."
"You didn't do me much good, that's for sure."
"I...I won't bother you any more, Rhonda."
"What?" she blurted, sitting up. "You mean that's it? That's all you wanted from me? A piece of ass? Just like all the others? You bastard! You goddamn bastard! I thought you were different!"
He was thunderstruck. "No, Rhonda-no! I love you! I'm just no good for you, that's all!"
"You could be, Pete. You could be a good fucker. But you need practice. You need to learn how to fuck."
"But ...but...." he stammered.
"You learn how, Pete," she said levelly. "You go on this vacation and find some girl and learn how to fuck, and then we'll try it one more time when you get back. Do you hear me, Pete?"
"But...but Rhonda! I won't be seeing any girls! We're going camping out in the Everglades! There won't be any girls around but my sister and my ...my mother...." he choked.
She smiled slowly and softly. She trailed her fingertips over her spread, wet pussy. "If you want to be my boy friend, Pete-if you ever want to fuck me again, you'll learn how to do it right. Or I'll have to go find a muscle-bound, dumb jock who knows how. I've gone long enough without. My parents think I'm a slut anyway. If you don't learn how to be my lover, then I might as well become one. Go home now, Pete. Pack and go on your vacation and leave me here to finger myself off again and dream about how wonderful a lover you're going to be when you get back."
He swallowed. He watched her he back and close her eyes. He watched her fingertips tease up and down her wet, silky pussy slit.
He felt rattled. He pulled his pants on and buttoned his shirt. He glanced back at her. Her eyes were closed. There was a soft smile on her wide, pretty mouth.
Her hips lifted up. Her knees went apart and came together, and her pelvis rocked. Her fingers slopped and slid through her pussy meat.
He went towards the door. His prick strained in his pants, but it was shot. It wouldn't come up worth a damn. He watched until he heard her gasp sharply and then let out a long, low moan of pleasure.
"Ahhhhhhh, God!" she gasped, coming again, thrashing in lonely abandon on the couch.
He slipped through the door into the cool, sobering night. He started the half-mile walk home, his thoughts spinning.
Was she serious? Did she really expect him to try to fuck Sandy? Or his-his mother?
Images flashed through his mind as he walked. He pictured his sister's pointed, jutting tits in his mind. They blurred and merged and became his mother's tits. He remembered the time she'd bent over and her nightie had fallen away from her chest and revealed the full sight of her tits, nipples and all, clear down her stomach to the top of her auburn patch of pussy hair.
His mother !
CHAPTER THREE
Hal Watkins sat by himself at the end of the dark bar. He took another drink from his glass and set it back on the little napkin. His stomach growled with emptiness, and a pain shot through it.
It was always like that after an after-hours session with the management committee. This one had gone on forever, and it had all been stacked against him. Ashly had seen to that, the bastard. Then he'd had the gall to grin afterwards and wish him a happy vacation.
He glanced at his watch. Nearly nine. Lila was going to be pissed off because he wasn't home yet, helping her with the last-minute packing. His dinner would be dried out and cold. Ashly was going to knife him good while he was gone. He shouldn't go. He hadn't wanted to go in the first place. The whole damn vacation had been Lila's stupid idea.
"...to get off by ourselves and renew our marriage, Hal, that's why. It's gotten lousy, and you know it. Don't you care?"
He closed his eyes. He pictured the way she'd looked when she'd said that, nightie slipped from one shoulder so that her pointed tit hung out from it, hair disheveled, fist on one hip, her torso twisted sideways to him, finger pointing from outstretched arm-just as if she held an invisible rapier with which she'd just run him through.
He took another drink. He caught sight of himself in the mirror behind the bar. He looked blankly at his image. I don't know, he thought. Do I care? About anything?
Lila would do all right without him. Shit, she was already doing all right. Every stud that came sniffing around her got a good feel of her tit or a brush of her ass.
Another pain shot through his stomach. His jaw clenched when he thought of the way his wife flirted with other men. Right in front of him, she didn't give a damn. Real sensitivity. Why the hell should he care what happened to their marriage?
"Hi!"
He was startled from his dark thoughts. He saw her in the mirror first. He looked to the side and saw her finish settling herself on the bar stood next to him.
She was a little thing, on the dumpy side. Big round tits, short waist, broad hips that made her short skirt stretch tightly around her thighs and outline them, showing how they met at her pussy.
There was something fairly cute about her pudgy face and full lips. Enough so that he said, "Hi," back to her.
"You need cheering up," she said, looking at him. Her eyes were big and startlingly blue, her hair short and auburn. "Want me to cheer you up? I do anything. Anything your little heart desires."
"You're pretty blunt," he said, appalled that he found her cute grin attractive and infectious. "How do you know I'm not a cop?"
"Naw. I've seen you in here before. You work across the street. I've kinda had my eye on you, you know?"
"Really?"
"Come on. My place is just around the corner. I'll take away all the blues and make you feel sunny inside. That's a promise. I'm clean, too, no worries. Come on, honey, I've got what you need right now. Lots better than this poisonous stuff you're drinking, and no hangovers."
She leaned against him. He felt her pudgy little hand slide up his thigh and boldly and gently squeeze his cock and balls. To his astonishment, he felt a stir of lust shoot through him, and he drew in his breath.
"What do you like, honey? I'll do whatever you like."
He looked at her full, fleshy lips. "Do you suck?"
She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. "Honey, I'll make you think you're being eaten alive. I stay on it from start to finish and a little more besides," she smiled, pursing her lips afterwards. "Is that what you want? Lots of guys do. Their wives won't suck it."
"What makes you think I'm married?"
"I can tell. Come on," she said again, giving his balls another squeeze.
"Wait a minute. How much?"
She ran her eyes over his face. "I get fifty," she said.
He nearly laughed in her face. For a minute, there, he'd been tempted. He didn't know why. Except maybe as a way to strike back at Lila for all her flirting or fucking or whatever she'd been doing while he was at work for the past two years. And as a way to get even for insisting on this goddamn vacation.
"Not from me, ' he said, turning back to his drink.
"I wasn't asking it from you. I told you, honey, I've had my eye on you. I'll suck your prick off and let you do anything else you want to me for nothing. You can't beat that."
"What's the gimmick, baby?"
"You fuck me."
"Huh?"
"That's all. You fuck that big prick up my pussy and give me a little fun, too. Hose out the fire you light in my pussy."
He looked at her. She wasn't for real. She couldn't be. Could she? He sipped at his drink. He'd be late as hell getting home. Not that it really mattered. Iila was going to bitch at him no matter when he got there. His stuff was packed already anyway, the boat and the gear for camping he'd hauled from the back of the storage closet in the garage, where it had been stashed for a good seven years.
"If you've got somebody around the corner to sandbag me, baby, the only thing that'll happen is that I'll get a headache."
"I don't want your money. This one's for fun. Honest."
It was too good to be true. He had to see what she was really after. "Let's go," he said.
She was as good as her word. She didn't even lift an eyebrow when he locked her door and tested the deadbolt. Nobody was going to come in. And nobody was already inside. He let her slip his coat off and loosen his tie and stretch him out on her bed. She slipped his shoes off and sat beside him, her fleshy hip next to his. She worked at his belt and zipper, and he could feel his prick thickening.
"Let me take them off," she said. "Let's get naked. It's more fun that way. Come on, relax. Let little Trixie make you feel all good."
He complied. He lifted up when she pulled his pants off. He watched her wriggle out of her dress. Her ass and tits were still tight, even if they were dumpy. In a few years, she would turn to rolls of dough, but she wasn't there yet.
"like my pussy?" she asked brightly, turning towards him, bracing her legs apart. She swirled her hand over it. It was shaved bald. The puffy lips had a curiously babyish look to them, the way Sandy's had been so many years ago.
Her round tits were like full melons. They rolled all over her chest firmly. Her buttocks jiggled as she came to the bed and got on it. Her skin was creamy and smooth and slightly pink. She looked like a mound of succulent rubberiness made to be eaten all over.
"Ohhhhh, it's getting stiff now!" she cried with delight, staring at his cock. "You like me after all! Mmmmm, just look at it! Oh, it's a beautiful prick, mister. You don't know how many ugly pricks there are on men. But not yours. I love it! Ohhhh, let me eat that beautiful prick!"
She didn't waste any time. She got between his legs and cupped his balls in her fat little hand. Her palm was hot. She pursed her round lips and licked them. Then she dropped her face into his lap and sucked his cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat.
"Ah, Jesus!" he gasped, arching up, his fingers clutching the bedding.
Her tongue slithered along the underside of his cock, making the heavy tube stretch and throb as it hadn't for a long time. Her lips were fleshy and soft, and they sucked constantly.
Her mouth was a vacuum, her tongue a milking suction pump. Her soft fingers rolled his balls and played with his asshole, and her soft tits pillowed on his thighs.
He looked down at her and saw her head bob now and then. His prick rippled in and out of her throat when she did that, and then her lips and tongue did all the rest.
After a stunned moment, he reached for her melon-round tits and cupped them. They were heavy and solid and firm. He squeezed them, and she moaned. He had the feeling he could squeeze them as tightly as his fingers would clench, and she would just moan and love it.
He felt that he could pound against her and even punch his fist into her firm, pillowing body, and there would be no effect on her but another moan of joy.
She was a sucking, fucking machine, a blow-up doll of indestructible vinyl, guaranteed not to rip, tear or puncture, or your money refunded.
How different from Lila! If he squeezed Lila too hard, she cried out with pain and bitched at him and made his prick go soft. If he tried to position Lila in a new way, she would shriek with protest and tell him she didn't bend like that, moaning until his prick shriveled to nothing again.
Getting her to suck his cock, even for five seconds, was unheard of. Suggesting an ass-fuck to her-just to even try it-was the most perverted, degrading thing imaginable. Suck her pussy? Oh, nasty! Nasty! Why?
Why had he stayed with her so long? What the hell had he been missing all these years?
"Ahhhhhh, God!" he croaked, thrusting his hips upward, fucking his prick fully into her swallowing throat. "I'm going to come!"
"Mmmmmm-nnnnnn!" she moaned, doing everything harder and faster, egging him on.
He couldn't believe the sensations. He couldn't believe the way she wanted him to spurt his load into her throat. And he couldn't believe the way her fat fingers were lifting his balls and her lower lip was wrapping around them and sucking them into her hot, suctioning mouth along with his prick-root.
His head spun. She'd told the truth. He felt as if his whole crotch was being eaten up by her avid, greedy sucking mouth!
"YAAAAAAAGH!" he roared, his knees flying wide, his hips straining upward.
He wasn't prepared for the final touch. He didn't believe there could be any more sensation. But when she fucked her plump, slick finger up his asshole at the moment he came, he blew his wad so hard he nearly blacked out.
His prick bucked and throbbed and stretched. It spurted and hosed wildly into her swallowing throat. His asshole spasmed around her imbedded finger, and his balls pumped and pumped inside the warm wet little pillows of her cushioning lips.
It was an appalling experience-one he'd dreamed about in his life but never thought would really happen to him. In a wild moment of utter madness, he was ready to leave lovely Lila and his colorless marriage with her and shack up with this cock-sucking little dumpling and blow his balls off in her mouth three times a day.
He uncoiled slowly, moaning, sinking back onto the bed. Trixie slipped her pudgy finger from his asshole and made his prick spurt a last dollop into her mouth.
She sucked it down. She slipped her mouth from his prick with a teasing nip. She licked her lips and smiled heatedly at him.
"Mmmmm, what a load! What a prick! Oh, honey, you were hot for a good sucking!" She came up against him, cuddling her round body softly into his. "What a shame," she said. "I get so many guys like you."
"What do you mean?" He felt absurdly jealous.
"If it weren't for wives like yours, honey, I'd damn near be out of business, did you know that?"
"No." He wasn't interested. He put his hand on her round, plump ass, and he started getting ideas. She'd said she'd do anything.
"They don't know how to take care of a man," she went on, lifting a melon tit with her hand and pushing the nipple against his, making the two rubbery tips duel playfully. "Is your wife like that? She doesn't do what you want her to?"
"Yeah," Hal said, squeezing her plump ass.
"You want your prick sucked off, but she squeals and says ugh! You think up a new position and imagine it all day long, and when you get home ready to try it out, she turns it off, right."
"Yeah."
"I hear it all the time, honey. Oh, it's not all one-sided, though. Sometimes the guy doesn't know how to fuck either, and the wife goes around feeling dead and frustrated." She put her hand to his chin and turned his face towards her. "Hey, you aren't one of those, are you?"
He blinked. He looked into her startlingly blue eyes and opened his mouth, and he suddenly wasn't sure. Was that why Lila flirted with other men? Was he a lousy fucker?
"You got kids, honey?" she asked, reaching for his crotch, fondling his prick and balls and making him begin to fill again.
"Two," he said.
"Boy and girl maybe?"
"That's right."
"I'd like kids. Maybe some day I'll have some. Two, like you. Boy, you can be sure of one thing about my kids," she said fervently.
"What?"
"They're gonna know how to fuck! I'm gonna teach 'em myself, right from the beginning. Both of them, I don't care what sex they come out. I'm gonna fuck them, and they're gonna fuck me and each other, and we're gonna have a ball! No hung-up kids from me to turn loose in the world, no sir!"
Hal's prick throbbed to erection in her soft hand. He looked at her, wanting to see if she were smiling and making fun, but she was dead serious.
He suddenly thought of Sandy. She was fourteen, now, getting a nice shape on her. She was pretty serious about that guy Riley, too.
He felt a sudden pang. God-the years! Where did they go? It seemed just yesterday that Sandy was still a little kid sitting in his lap and hugging him around the neck and kissing him.
He wondered what it would be like to kiss her like that now. He imagined how it would be for her tight, round ass to be snuggled into his lap the way she used to do it, and his prick pulsed shamefully.
God, had she been fucked yet? Was she going to be as conventional about it as her mother? Or was she enough a part of the sexual revolution to fuck in all pleasurable ways?
And what about Pete? Hell, he was sixteen, now. He must have gotten his first piece of ass by now from-what was her name? Rhonda? Damn, what a neat-looking girl.
"Hey, mister, whatcha gonna do with this big hard prick you got here now?" Trixie giggled, jacking his shaft.
He turned his head and looked at her again. "I'm going to fuck it up your ass," he said, shaking her butt with his squeezing fingers. "This big fat ass!"
"Ooooo, I love it that way!" she squealed, giggling again. "But don't forget, now-you gotta save enough to fuck my pussy and give me a big bang"
"Don't worry," he grinned. "I've been saving up for you for years."
She giggled again and scampered around on the bed, straddling him, facing his feet. She jacked his stiff cock and licked at it and spread her knees on either side of his head.
"Ooooo, suck my pussy first, honey! Lick my little asshole and get it all wet and slippery, and then fuck this big stiff pole clear up to my belly!"
He looked straight up. Her twat was split wide apart. The puffy lips, hairless and pink, looked like they came from a baby's chubby, soft little pussy.
He saw the pink slit and the wetness inside, the way her cunt-mouth quivered and pulsed in and out readily. He saw the pink little button of her asshole, surprisingly tiny and bright in color. It was quivering, too.
Her thighs and pussy and ass-cheeks were a pillowing field of soft pinkness hovering over his face. It all started lowering towards him, and he clamped his hands on her fleshy rump to halt the descent.
"What's the matter?" she cried.
"You're going to smother me with that wet pussy!" he choked.
She looked under her tits and belly at him, her chubby face upside down. "Is that really what's the matter, honey?" she asked chidingly. "Hell yes," he said.
"Or maybe you don't like sucking cunt and licking asshole, huh? Maybe you've been holding out on your wife, too?"
Hal looked at her. Why was he feeling that sudden surge of anxiety?"Hell no!" he cried defensively. "I'll suck that little bald cunt of yours purple!"
"Oohhh, I can't wait! My asshole, too?"
Hal looked up at the winking pink mouth. He swallowed. He heard her giggle.
"That's just what I thought," she said. "You've been depriving your little wife of something wonderful. You've been depriving each other. That's so sad, honey. Look, try it. Do it like this."
She tipped his straining cock to the side and lifted his balls out of the way. She bent far over his crotch. He felt her short hair tickle his thighs. He felt her warm breath puff against the underside of his balls.
Then he nearly shouted into her wet pussy meat when her tongue tip circled his asshole and speared inside it and fucked back and forth quickly for an erotically long time.
"God!" he cried. "Ohhhhh, God!"
"Feels good, huh? You do it! Come on, try it! Make my butt feel good, too!"
He gasped. He sucked his breath deep into his lungs. Her split crotch was coming towards his face again.
"Think about your little girl," she said heatedly. "Look at my naked pussy and think about a sweet little girl's pussy, how sweet and tasty it would be to suck and lick at it! Ohhhh, do it!"
Hal's emotions spun. The enfolding pink flesh, perfumed and moist, hovered just over his nose and mouth. Soft flesh filled his hands. He felt that he could drown himself in the field of pillowing, soft pinkness surrounding his head.
He let out a moan as her tongue speared up his asshole again and her hand jacked his prick, and he lunged upward, pulling on her fleshy buttocks at the same time.
Warm thighs, hot pussy-flesh, meaty cunt-lips-all surrounded his face. His nose sank into the cleft of her ass, pillowed by soft butt.
Her pussy-lips spread against his, and her cunt-juice seeped into his mouth and filled his senses with the taste of her. His tongue speared out, and it was surrounded by sucking, slick cunt-flesh, milking and drawing his tongue deeper into the sweet, slippery tunnel of her pussy.
He went half-crazy. It was a wild moment. He licked and slurped. He shook his head in the folds of surrounding flesh, gasping for air, then burying himself in the wide field of her crotch again.
He couldn't help thinking of Sandy. She'd put the idea in his mind, and it flourished there. He imagined he was burrowing into his little daughter's tender crotch, and heat shot through him as it never had before.
His tongue lapped along her slit, circled the bud of her clit, massaged the plump, solid puffs of her pussylips. It slithered all over her crotch, finally slipping into the deep cleft between her full ass-cheeks.
He felt the rubbery pucker of her asshole under the tip of his tongue before he realized what it was. He'd never licked an asshole before. Not Lila's, not anybody's.
He'd thought of fucking an asshole but never of licking and kissing it. He knew then he would have rejected Lila if she'd ever asked him to do that to her asshole. And yet he was faulting her for rejecting some of his requests.
This little whore was right-he had a double standard.
Her mouth engulfed his cock again. He groaned savagely and thrust his tongue into the center of her quaking asshole, driving it deep. His lips encircled the puckered mouth and sucked. His thumbs pried her fleshy butt-cheeks apart so that he could bury his face into the pillowing flesh of her ass.
His chin fucked into her streaming, quivering slit, and he gobbled and sucked and licked furiously at her whole crotch-her pink, soft, wet, rubbery, little-girl crotch.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried explosively, sucking her mouth from his prick. "I can't take any more! Fuck me!"
She whipped around agilely and threw herself against him, pressing her round tits against his chest, squirming her hips atop his. She sank her dripping, split pussy down on his raging cock and ground her middle against his.
Then she adroitly rolled their coupled bodies over until he was on top of her. Her thighs split wide and locked high around his waist. Her naked pussy puffed around the root of his prick and made his straining cock sink all the way up her sucking, writhing cunt.
She tossed and moaned under him. He rolled on her fleshy tits, held there by the amazing strength of her arms around his back. His hips pounded wildly against her, and his prick stretched for the back of her cunt.
He could feel the absence of hair on her pussy. It was a delicious sensation. Shamefully erotic, filling his mind with images of how he would fuck an adolescent girl, like a dirty old man.
Her wet lips found his and sucked on his mouth. Her tongue thrust deep inside, and he felt rather than heard her growl of lust as she lifted and shuddered and squeezed his prick with her pussy until he thought she was going to crush it with her strong pussy-muscles.
"AHHHHHHGH!" she bellowed lustily, coming and coming "Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy! Make me come harder! OHHHHHH! FUCK ME!"
Hal was ready to come with her. When she called him daddy, he recoiled slightly. Was that a pet name, or was she imagining her real daddy was fucking her?
"Ah! Ah! God, that was wonderful! Ohhhh, it was just the way I knew it would be!" She ran her hand down his back and over his butt. "Didn't you come? I didn't feel you come! Ohhhh, terrific, honey!"
She pushed at his chest. He lifted up. She rolled under him, onto her belly. She lifted her fat, jiggling ass up, spreading her cheeks wide, displaying her quivering asshole.
"Up my ass, mister! You've earned it!"
Hal didn't hesitate. His prick throbbed wildly. He took hold of her broad cheeks and parted them with his palms and aimed his prick at her tiny asshole.
"Push! Fuck! All the way up my butt!" she gasped.
Her ass shook and weaved. The head of his prick popped readily into the tiny hole. It clenched and gripped him, and he knew he was going to come fast.
He sank against her fleshy, pillowing butt and ran his prick all the way up her slippery, clinging hole. She rocked her hips wildly, making him have to fling his arms around her body and grab her big tits just to hold on.
He didn't fuck her, she fucked him. She shook her ass all over, and it was a wild ride that made his balls boil. He yelled and jabbed his cock into the bottomless depths of her yielding, firm body, and he let it all go.
"ARRRRRRRGH!" he growled, slavering obscenely against her back as he clung to her heaving, churning body.
His prick bucked and spat. His sperm hosed into the dark recesses of her clinging asshole, and he folded his body around the pillowing softness of her broad butt.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried with him, coming again, making her tight ass-ring clamp and nip at his jerking prick.
They collapsed onto the bed. After a long moment of squirming together and letting his prick soak and leak out the last of his sperm into her ass, he withdrew.
He looked down. He saw her tiny hole quiver. Juice leaked from it and ran down towards her dribbling pussy. He looked at the fleshy extent of her butt, the baby-soft pinkness of it.
Her lips fluttered with a sigh. He saw the fatness of her chubby cheek. Her short hair had suddenly seemed to turn grainy and coarse.
He stood on his knees and looked at what he'd just fucked and felt an instant sobriety, a moment of astonishment.
He'd eaten that fat asshole!
He moved his mouth, expecting a foul taste. There wasn't any. He stood up, reaching for his clothes.
"Gonna leave me, Daddy?" she asked, her voice soft and nearly whimpering. "Don't leave me again."
He looked at her. Her eyes were closed. Her arm was bent so that her hand was close to her face, the chubby fingers curled like a baby's.
With the side of her face resting against the bed, her features were pushed slightly out of shape, showing the rolls of chub she would soon have turn to baggy fat. Her lips sucked around the end of her thumb gently.
"Yeah," he said, so softly she apparently didn't hear him. It didn't matter, she began breathing deeply, sound asleep.
He opened the door. He looked back at her. He sighed. He went back into the room. He opened his wallet and fingered three twenties of the traveling money he'd withdrawn in the afternoon.
After a moment's hesitation, he left them on her dresser and then hurried from the room.
What the hell-she'd been worth it.
He felt a new surge of hope as he drove home towards Lila, trying tc frame with words the feelings he felt about the way they might be able to do something with their marriage after all.
Yeah, she'd been worth it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lila Watkins threw a pair of pants of hers into the open suitcase and mashed on the pile with her hand. Her tits wobbled on her chest with the fury of her thrust.
She looked at the bedroom clock again and saw the hands were nearly straight up. She doubled her fists and jammed them on her hips, nearly ripping the thin nightie she wore.
"That bastard!" she swore at the clock.
Nearly midnight, and he wasn't home yet. He wasn't at the office, either. She'd let the phone ring and ring until the night watchman had become so frustrated he'd finally answered it, confirming that Hal had left there a little after eight.
"He's been out fucking, that's what!" she stormed to the empty room. "Got himself a cunt downtown he has to bid good-bye for two whole weeks!"
She heard a noise toward the front of the house. She stood in the bedroom door and looked out. It wasn't Pete or Sandy. They were still in bed. They hadn't helped her disposition any, either, coming in as late as they had.
She marched down the hall, towards the living room. She heard the noise again. She stopped suddenly, her mood changing, a tickle of fear crowding out the anger.
That was not the way Hal came into the house. Who the hell was it, then?
She moved cautiously into the bowels of the house. A shadow lurched across the wall and made her throw her hand to her mouth to stifle a scream just as Zachary Parker came into view, weaving where he stood, grinning foolishly.
"Zach!" Lila whispered hoarsely, conscious of the children, not wanting them to awaken and come out and find their drunken neighbor standing in the kitchen leering at their scantily clad mother.
"Hiya, Lila," Zach grinned, giving her a slow wave and a foolish grin again. "I got a li'l drunkie."
She went up to him and caught him just as he was about to crash into the stove. "I can see that," she said. "God, you scared the piss out of me!"
He got a blank look. He bent his head and stared at her crotch, lifting the hem of her short nightie at the same time.
"Zach!" Lila cried, slapping the material from his hand, covering her pussy up.
"Hey, you dint have any panties on over your pussy, Lila!" he slurred, his eyes round. He grinned then, looking at her pointed tits under the thin fabric as if just noticing them.
Lila nearly giggled. Zach was a nice guy. Betsy was a bit of a bitch, but Zach was nice. Almost harmless. Far too young to have a drinking problem, since he was twenty-five and almost fresh out of college. With a little stretching of her imagination, Lila could nearly think of him as another son-as Pete's older brother. Not in age, but in the way he was.
She put her arm around him to steady him when he began sliding along the stove towards the floor again. "Boy, you need to get right to bed, Zach," she said, wondering how she was going to manage it.
If she called Betsy to come get him, the little twat would surely get the wrong idea. She thought Zach hung around too much as it was. To come get him, while Lila was in her nightie-without panties-would take months to mend.
Walking him home would present the same problem. If Hal were only home . . .
Thought of Hal made her blood boil again. What she ought to do was take Zach to bed with her and let Hal sleep on the goddamn couch!
"Mmmmmm, you got big soft titties, Lila," Zach mumbled, leering at them and pressing up against them. "Betsy's are little nuts. Hard and cold, just like her stinkin' pussy." He gave her an owlish toss of his head. "Know why I drink? I know why I drink. I need a good fuck, that's why I drink. Wanna fuck?"
He put his hand on her tit and fondled it with surprising gentleness. He slipped his arm around her waist and cupped her butt with his other hand, pulling her against him.
"Zach, cut it out," Lila chided.
"Wassa matter? You let me cup your ass before. That party-remember? Oohh, was Betsy pissed off. Said you were a flirty old whore, she did. Honey, you can flirt with me any time you want to. Jus' lemme know, and I'll be sober as a fuckin' judge and give you all nine inches of it. I'd give you ten, but it isn't that big," he grinned.
Before she knew it, he'd unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. It dangled in his hand. He shook it, as if wondering why it didn't get stiff.
She looked at his cock. A thrill shot through her. It was long as hell! She shivered at the thought of all that meat rippling up her pussy and giving her a good, good fuck. The kind Hal hadn't given her in nearly two years.
Her mind churned with wild thoughts. Sure, she'd let him feel her ass before. She'd pushed her tits against his young, firm chest, too. She'd even masturbated beside her sleeping husband while thinking what it would be like to take Zach on as her lover, treating him the way Betsy wouldn't even dream of treating him.
"God, I wish you were sober," she whispered huskily.
Impulsively, she reached out with her hand and wrapped her fingers around his prick, feeling the solid length of it, pulling at it with illicit tugs, trying to make it hard.
She didn't know what she would do if it got hard. She wouldn't let him really fuck her. But she sure got hot thinking about a strange cock thrusting up into her yearning pussy.
She'd come to strange terms with herself a long time ago. She flirted, all right. As often as she could. She let them feel her ass and her firm tits. She let her pussy water and squirm and was thrilled terribly when she knew their pricks were erect and throbbing and their minds were churning away, trying to figure out how they could get this hot piece of ass alone for five minutes.
But she would scream bloody murder if one of them tried to really fuck her. She was married. As long as she was, that was it. She'd get herself excited and then sneak into the bathroom and lock the door and have herself a ball with that rubber prick she'd sent away for and her slithering, swirling fingertips.
Thinking about it right now, while holding Zach's limp cock in her hand, she felt her pussy swell suddenly and begin to leak.
"Ahhhh, that feels good!" Zach moaned, leaning against her even more. "Jeez, Lila! Ohhh, it's getting hard! God, le's fuck!"
It was wishful thinking. The long prick flopped and wobbled as she jacked it. She felt hot all over. This was insane!
"Come on, Zach. To bed with you before you fall down."
She caught him again as his head sagged to the side. She couldn't resist the urge to feel his long prick against her pussy. She faced him and lifted the hem of her nightie and pressed the floppy head into the warm, wet, silky groove of her pussy, feeling the glans nearly slip into her cunt-mouth.
"Oh, God...." she whispered softly.
She learned something at that moment. She learned that it wouldn't be difficult at all for her to open her legs and let a strange cock fuck up into her hot, yearning cunt.
"Get hard. Get hard.. . " she whispered pleadingly.
He wouldn't. His eyes were closed. He snorted, asleep on his feet.
She sighed heavily, feeling her nipples press against him. One day she'd get up the nerve. If Hal was fucking somebody downtown, then she was damn well going to get her own lover, even one who was nearly like a son to her.
The thought seared through her. She couldn't help turning her head to the side, looking down the hall towards Pete's room.
Her son!
She gripped the limp prick in her hand and jiggled the wide head up and down her slit, rolling it over her pussy-lips, making it slip again and again over her stretching, throbbing clit.
She put the glans at her cunt-mouth. She tipped her pelvis. She gasped. She used both hands, leaning against Zach and pressing him against the stove so that he wouldn't fall.
Her fingers stuffed and pushed, spreading her pussy-lips wide, feeding the tip of his prick into her pussy-mouth. Her cunt leaked until it was boiling with slippery juice. She fucked her hips against the limp cock.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, pretending it was hard and full and thrusting all the way up her cunt. It kept slipping out. Her lingers and the limp organ slithered and stuffed. She jiggled her buttocks, panting, trying to come.
He was asleep. He wouldn't know. He probably wouldn't even remember any of it in the morning It was perfect for her-thrilling beyond belief.
She was fucking a strange prick without being fucked by it!
"Ah! Ah!" she gasped softly, not wanting to wake him up.
She was right there! Just a little more and ...She rubbed the head over her clit again and again. She reached out with her hand and lifted his limp arm. His fingers dangled. It didn't matter. She placed his hand on her ass, up under her nightie, and she held it there, making his fingers squeeze her firm, hot, quivering cheeks.
She rubbed her tits against his chest, making the nipples burn. Yes! Ohhhhh, yes!
"Ah! Ahhhhhh, God, I'm coming!" she gasped.
Something cocked within her body. There was the old, familiar catch that came just before the waves of orgasm started. She was ready for it. She panted harshly. Her pussy quivered and sucked, and the prick-head popped an inch into her spasming tunnel.
"Ahhhhhhgh!" she groaned, feeling the strange prick inside her, feeling the waves of orgasm chum and rip through her heated body.
She was being fucked! Maybe only an inch's worth, but it was inside her pussy!
She squealed quietly and clung to Zach's limp body and shuddered violently against him, having one of the best orgasms she'd had in ages.
She milked it. She let it last. She luxuriated in it as long as she could, and then she puffed against him harshly, feeling her heart pound.
There was a swing of headlights outside the window. She gasped and forced herself to haste, ruining the lethargic feeling she was in.
Goddamn him! she cried inwardly.
She raced, trying to stuff Zach's prick back into his pants. She heard every motion of the car. It pulled onto the apron. The engine shut off. The door slammed. She pictured him walking up the steps, reaching for the doorknob.
Zach moaned and stirred. His eyes swiveled. His knees buckled and stiffened as she was trying to push his prick into his pants. It was slippery from her running pussy-juice. And the damn thing was beginning to swell and lengthen!
With frantic haste, she squeezed it all in and zipped up his pants, just as the door opened and Hal turned on the light and stared at the tableau.
There'd been a smile on his face. A happy one. One she hadn't seen in a long time, as if he'd had something wonderful to tell her. It faded. His face went dead, and his shoulders slumped. He began to scowl.
"Well, what the hell's this?" he grated, eyeing her thin nightie, the rod of stiffening prick filling the front of Zach's pants, the darkening spot of pussy juice near the fly.
Lila turned defensively furious. "Where the hell have you been!" she bawled. "How dare you come home this late, leaving me with all the packing, not even calling or anything! And then Zach stumbles into the wrong house and scares the daylights out of me! Damn you, Hal Watkins!"
"Hey, ol' buddy, how're you? Sorry 'bout this," Zach hiccupped. "Wrong housh. Hey, Hal, gimme a hand home, huh? Real sorry, Hal."
Hal's jaw clenched. He stared at his wife. He reached out and took Zach's arm, none too tenderly. He dragged him out the door. Lila wrung her hands. He hadn't been fooled. The bastard knew. God, there was going to be a hell of a fight again-unless . . .
She hurried back to the bedroom. She lifted the suitcase from the bed and smoothed the covers. She rooted in her overnight case until she found her perfume, then dabbed some between her tits. On second thought, she lifted the hem of her nightie and dabbed her inner thighs with the heady scent.
She wiped her dripping pussy-lips with a tissue and then slipped the nightie from her curving, firm body. She slid between the sheets, fluffing the pillow beneath her head.
She glanced down her body and saw the hint of her slim legs and thighs under the top sheet. She quickly molded it around them, putting the vee of her thighs and pussy and the thrust of her pointed tits into high relief. Then she settled back and waited nervously for Hal to come in and see her.
When he came to the doorway, he stood in it for a moment. His mouth was open. He was ready for battle. She smiled as sexily as she could at him and lifted her hips under the form-fitting sheet suggestively, and his expression changed.
He came in silently and closed the door. He undressed. He headed for the bathroom.
"Honey, come to bed," Lila said seductively.
He looked at her, standing with his prick bowing out. "What kind of game is this one?" he asked.
She lifted her arms, sitting up. The sheet slid from her chest, and her pointed tits bobbed into view, the nipples unusually stiff and red.
"It's no game, darling. I want you to come to bed-right now. I can't wait any longer. I've been waiting all night. Oh, Hal, come here and let me fuck you, darling!"
"Zach get you heated up, did he?"
"Zach was out on his feet, and you know it. Zach had nothing to do with the way I feel. I've been thinking all day, darling-thinking about us, about what's been missing between us. I think I've found the answer."
"What?"
"Come here right now and find out," she grinned fetchingly, cupping her tits in her hands, squeezing them in at the sides gently so that the nipples sprouted towards him.
Hal looked at her. There was a faint stirring in his loins. She was still a damned attractive woman. He wondered if it were possible that she'd come to somewhat the same thoughts he had during the day. Maybe he wouldn't even have to try to explain his feelings to her. Maybe it would just happen between them now without words.
He went to the bed. Lila curled her arms around his hips and rested her cheek against his thigh. After a moment, he felt his prick beginning to lift. He reached down and cupped one full, pointed tit in his hand and felt the firmness of it.
"Ohhhh, God, come to bed, darling," Lila gasped, feeling her pussy water and squirm anew, the sensation surprising her.
Hal slid into the bed, tossing the sheet back. He looked at her lean, curving body, seeing the pinch of her waist, the flare of her hips, the round curve of her ass nestled against the sheet.
He reached out and touched her. The feel of her was good and womanly. She didn't feel babyishly fat and pneumatic the way Trixie had. There was a sparse field of light tan pussy-hair over her mound, and he ran his fingers into it, curling them around her crotch, feeling the mature firmness of her cuntlips and the moistness between.
"Ohhh, God!" Lila gasped, lifting her pelvis up, opening her thighs, feeling his finger rub erotically over her straining clit. "Do me, Hal-just for a little while! Stroke my pussy! Masturbate me!"
His cock throbbed. The thought was something different, anyway-something besides getting on and fucking and getting off.
He slid his finger up and down her groove. He rotated it over the pulsing nub of her stiff cut. He felt her cuntlips, testing the firmness of them, feeling the slippery tissues between them.
He curled his hand a little more. His finger slid up her cunt. She lifted her hips and rocked her pelvis up and let her thighs quiver open, helping him.
Her hot pussy became drenched, soaking his finger. Her tissues were satiny and oiled. It occurred to him that he hadn't really felt the inside of her pussy-tunnel for many, many years.
Lila gasped again and again. She felt his finger swirl around in her pussy-mouth and pull at the big muscle there. Sensation shot through her. She clenched her fist tightly, stopping herself from reaching down with her own hand and masturbating herself with automatic motions. He wasn't doing it as well as she did it herself, but he was all damn right!
She felt his prick nudge the side of her hip. She reached out for it, taking it in her fingers. It was good and hard, nice and stiff. Not like Zach's limp noodle.
She ran her fingers over the spongy glans, felt the big eye at the tip, felt the veins and bumps and ridges of the shaft. She searched lower and cupped his balls and rolled them gently with her fingers, hefting them, realizing that she hadn't really touched him lovingly like this in a long time.
She suddenly didn't care if he had been out fucking another woman, bidding her good-bye for the trip. She didn't believe Hal really had one on the string anyway.
He was just like her. He might have thought about it a lot, but he wouldn't really do it. She was sure of it. If he'd been out late, it was most-likely because he'd had to finish up some business. Of course, he wouldn't have stayed at the office all night. They'd gone out for dinner and drinks. He'd probably argued with that jerk Ashly all night long, and then had come home to hear her yell at him.
God, it was no wonder they weren't getting along so well. She'd been something of a bitch to him, just like Betsy next door was to Zach. At least Hal wasn't so weak he had to try to hide in a bottle the way Zach did.
"Ohhhh, darling.. . " she moaned arching up for him, making her pussy suck and pull at his finger, giving herself over to him completely..
No-not completely. Not nearly completely enough.
She sucked in her breath and held it. She felt her heart pound. She licked her lips. Sensation soared through her, and not just from the way he fingerfucked her. It was the bold, daring idea worming through her mind that made her gasp and cry out again.
"Oh! Ohhhhh, Hal!" she moaned.
She squeezed his prick tightly, felt him wince, then relaxed her grip. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, jacking him off, licking her lips and feeling her mouth go dry. She-she was going to do it! She had to do it!
Hal watched his wife getting hotter and hotter. She gasped and tossed her head and her hips. Her pussy was becoming a squeezing, slippery furnace around his finger. He fucked it in and out of her wet hole and wondered if he dared to do what he wanted to do.
He did it. He slipped his finger from her pussy. It was dripping with her oily juices. He slid it down under the bottom of her crotch. He circled her tight little asshole with it, smearing the juice over the puckered mouth, wetting it, making it slick. His prick pounded in the circle of her fist as he thought about fucking her asshole.
"Ahhhhh, darling! What are you doing? Ohhhh, that tickles, Hal! My asshole-Ohhhh!"
Lila gasped again and again. Her bung spasmed at his touch. She couldn't believe how sensitive the little mouth was. Her pussy sent a flood of cunt-juice to the mouth of her twat. It dribbled out and ran down to where his finger was dabbling at her shitter, getting her hole as wet as her cunt.
She jacked him harder. She knew damn well what he was thinking of. A feeling of alarm shot through her. She didn't know if she could do that or not. His cock up her asshole would kill her. She'd much rather do the other. She was going to have to change his mind for him.
She pulled on his prick and wetted her lips again. She slid lower on the bed, bringing her face closer to his hips. She lifted her leg high and made her pussy split wide open so that he still had full, easy access to it.
Her butt-cheeks parted at the same time, of course, and Hal took that as a signal of acceptance. He fucked his finger into her gaping cunt one more time and drew a charge of juice out of it, transferring it to her asshole. He centered his finger and pushed.
"Ahhhhh, God!" Lila cried, her hips jerking up.
Her asshole spasmed. She felt the finger fuck up into her body. It rippled past the tight, virginal anal ring and sent sensation shuddering through her hot body. She twisted her ass, making her hole rotate about his imbedded finger.
"Hal, stop! Hal, don't! Oh, Hal! HalOhhhh!" She gasped again. She liked it! Goddamn, she liked it!
"Oh, Jesus-fuck me! Fuck me, darting! Your thumb-fuck your thumb into my cunt and do both my holes! Ohhhhh, God!"
Her fist jacked up and down his hot, throbbing cock. She whipped and churned. She felt his thumb slide into her pussy. He rubbed thumb and finger together through the membrane separating her pussy and her asshole, and she thanked him inwardly for showing her a wonderful, exciting new way to masturbate herself.
Hal's cock jumped and jerked. He was pleased with his success. It had seemed a little ridiculous for the two of them to be lying there masturbating each other like teenagers instead of fucking up a storm, but then he didn't mind after a while. It was like starting over again, from the beginning.
So, he thrust his prick into the circle of her hand and pumped his hips at the same time he fucked her pussy and ass with his fingers, all the while watching the heat build in her to an undeniable pitch.
"Darling! Ohhhh, darling-that's wonderful! That's what we've been missing! Something new, something different!"
"Yes, honey, yes!" he gasped. "Hey, did I ever tell you, you can jack a guy off pretty well?"
"Not for years and years, Hal. Too many years."
"How about this," he grinned shakily. "Just like our kids. Do you suppose Sandy's jacked off that guy Riley yet?"
"Ohhhh, Hal!" she gasped. The thought flared through her mind. Only she didn't picture Sandy jacking him off. She pictured herself doing it.
"Or Pete-do you think he's given that pretty wench Rhonda a good fingerfucking yet? like this?" He swirled his finger and thumb around in the cavities of her body, making her crotch suck and smack with wet sounds.
"Ahhhhh, God!" Lila cried, nearly coming right then.
She tossed her head to the side. She chewed on her knuckle. She blinked her eyes. What the hell was wrong with her? She'd just imagined that it was Pete beside her right now with his fingers up her body and his young, throbbing cock in her hand. Her son, not her husband!
"Ohhhh, Hal! I'm hot!" she cried. "Honey, I haven't been this hot in a long time!"
"Me neither," he gasped, feeling his prick pulse and jump.
"Hal, I'm going to ...Ohhhhh, darling, I.. . "
She couldn't say it. She swallowed hard. She stared at the red, swollen head of his cock and licked her lips again and felt her emotions spin dizzily.
Then, before she would let herself think any more, she arched downward and opened her mouth and stuffed his prick into it, sucking the throbbing, firm tube deep.
"Ahhhh, honey!" Hal cried, stiffening.
He felt as if the top of his head would come off. He looked down at her disheveled blonde hair and had trouble believing it was really Lila bobbing up and down in his lap.
At last! At last! She was sucking his cock at last! Letting him play with her asshole at last! God, he was going to lick and suck and tongue her beautiful little asshole until she came!
He reached out to put his hand on the top of her head and then heard her let out a strange kind of squeal. Her head bucked up under his hand. Her lips stripped off his cock. She sat bolt upright in the bed, and he could feel her asshole and pussy-hole clamp tightly around his thumb and finger.
"You bastard!" she cried at him, her eyes blazing, her features twisted.
He blinked at her, stunned. His mouth opened. He didn't know what to say, what he'd done wrong now.
"You sonofabitch!" she screamed. "You were out fucking! I can taste her sloppy cunt all over your goddamn lousy cock! You rotten bastard!"
She made faces. She spat, working her mouth and spitting again. She ranted and screamed. She shit his finger out of her asshole with her vehemence, and she slapped his hand away from her pussy.
"Lila.. . " he moaned. "Honey, it wasn't what you think. Honey, let me explain it. Honey...."
"Don't try to sweet-talk me, you bastard! You've been fucking! Oh, God!" she sobbed suddenly, dropping her head into her hands.
"Yeah, and just what the hell were you doing in the kitchen with Zach, huh? Blowing his cock? Is that how you do it to the others while I'm at work? You suck their pricks and then won't suck mine?"
"There aren't any others, you bastard!"
"Ah, bullshit. I'm not blind. I see the way you shove your tits into their hands. I see the way you let them feel your ass, the way you press your pussy up against their hard cocks."
"That's all, Hal! That's it! Just flirting! I've never fucked anybody but you!"
"And I've never fucked anybody but you-not until tonight. It just happened. And I don't regret it a bit."
"Oh, wonderful!" she cried.
"Because I came home with the answer to our problem, Lila."
"Sure-a girl friend for you!"
"No! A new outlook! Just exactly the kind of thing we were doing now! Something different! You were enjoying it. I was enjoying it. And that's been our problem, Lila. We haven't enjoyed each other enough!"
"Oh, but you enjoyed your little piece of ass tonight, huh?"
"Yeah, I did! And I don't know what you did with Zach if you didn't suck him off, but you enjoyed him, too. It was all over your face, Lila. You blew your wad just before I walked in the door, and I know it!"
"How dare you!" she cried. She reached out to slap him.
Hal caught her arms. They wrestled. Her tits wobbled and bumped against his chest. Suddenly, he was smothering her, holding her pinned to the bed.
He felt crazed. She wriggled and thrashed under him, rubbing her wet pussy all along his thigh and his trapped cock. She began to gasp, and he knew that this was different, too.
He reared back. He saw the wide-eyed expression on her face, the way her lips were rounded and puckered with a silent scream of, "No!"
He lunged forward. His cock plowed into her cunt, sliding through the oiled silk of her convoluted tunnel. She arched up under him, twisting and shaking her hips, yanking his stiff cock from side to side in her grasping, sucking pussy.
"No!" she choked. "Don't fuck...don't rape...ohhhhh, you rotten, raping bastard! Hal! You shit! Ohhhh, Hal! Hal!"
Her arms clamped around his back. He felt the breath being squeezed from his lungs. Her tits thrust against his chest, the nipples spearing him as if to stab him to death.
He pounded his hips against hers. He felt her thighs yawn, her pussy tip and rock and switch from side to side. She gasped and growled in his ear, and he panted into her soft hair, fucking her with all the frustrated power within him.
His prick battered and rammed. His hips pounded her ass into the bed, making her grunt each time. She raked her fingernails down his back and made him whimper.
Then she clamped her hands over his ass and poked her pointed nails into his buttocks until he knew they were bleeding. But she was pulling inward, gobbling up his cock, driving his prick to the depths of her pussy.
"You goddamn bastard!" she cried at him. "You fucker, I'm coming! Is that what you want? Is that what you expected by raping me?"
"Yes!" he yelled back.
"Then here! Enjoy it, you shit! Here I come! YAAAAAAGH!"
She really yelled. His ear rang. She clutched him to her and thrashed wildly, yanking and twisting with her hips as if trying to pull his prick from his body with her vise-like cunt.
"Ahhhhh, you bitch! Take it! You've got it! Ahhhhhhgh!" he growled throatily.
His prick bucked and foamed. It spewed sperm from the very depths of his balls. He mashed his chest against her tits and blew into her spasming, sucking pussy.
They strained and churned together as if in combat, as if the victory of the battle went to the one who came the longer and the harder.
They stopped finally. They couldn't shake out another spasm. They lay together limply, panting hard. She pushed at him finally.
"Get off me, you bastard."
"Gladly. My prick's about to drown in this big, sloppy, bottomless cunt. Feel it gasp for breath?" He made it jerk.
He pulled out when she pushed at him again and snarled an oath. His cock was coated with slippery cum. It bubbled from her pussy-hole, too, and she clamped her hand over her crotch and made a face of disgust, wiping her hand on the bed. She looked at him with a hard expression.
"I didn't like that, Hal."
He nearly said something back, to remind her of the way she thrashed and yelled, just to prolong the battle. Then he sighed and looked away.
"No, that wasn't quite it," he said quietly.
He got up and went into the shower. She turned onto her side and wrapped the covers around her neck, huddling into herself. He looked back at her and closed the bathroom door with a heavy sigh.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sandy hadn't been asleep at all. How could she sleep when her pussy was still blazing with sensation, still feeling the deep, thrilling swirl and thrust of Riley's wonderful finger?
How could she sleep while she was still fluttering over the sight and smell and feel of his slippery sperm, his throbbing cock? She couldn't sleep with all that whirling through her mind, buzzing through her body.
She could only lie on her back and stare dreamily at the dark ceiling and let her own fingertips explore the wet, sensitive recesses of her pussy.
She touched her lips over and over. She found the little bump at the top of her slit and rolled it. She stroked the root, on one side and then the other. She touched the very tip. Twice, great swells had rushed through her chest and made her nipples spike at the ends of her pointed tits.
Her thighs had shaken, her buttocks clenched tightly, and it had been all she could do to keep from yelling aloud as she came. Her clit strained and throbbed. It blazed with sensation. She found she couldn't keep massaging it when her hips were shaking with orgasm and her pussy mouth was fluttering out hot juice.
But she could clamp her hand over her twat and squeeze rhythmically and get all the sensation she could handle that way. God, what was it going to be like when she Anally let Riley fuck his big, spurting prick into her body?
No, she hadn't been sleeping. She'd heard Pete come home. She'd heard her mother bawl him out for being so late, and then she'd heard him go into his room and bump around a little on the other side of the wall.
She imagined him taking off his clothes. She imagined his prick. How did her brother's prick differ from Riley's? Was there any difference at all? Did she dare get up and crack his door open and try to get a peek?
She rubbed her pussy lazily, luxuriating in the sweet sensations it had given her all night. She looked at the blank, dark wall. She wished she had a little peephole behind the little picture of the ballerina. She could lift it aside and look through the peephole and see Pete's cock. Maybe she could even catch him jacking off.
The thought thrilled her and made her rub her pussy harder. She wanted to come again. She was thrilled with the power she now had over her own body.
All she had to do was think about a prick and rub her pussy, and great, marvelous waves of orgasm would sweep through her.
She was just getting into it, shifting her hips around, feeling the slide of her ass on the sheets, when she heard her mother in the hallway, asking who was out there in the house.
Sandy stopped masturbating. She didn't want her mother to come in and catch her doing it. She lifted up and listened. Presently, she heard voices. One of them was a man's voice, and it was happy and slurred.
Curious, Sandy got out of bed and crept to the door, feeling her short nightie flipping about her naked ass, brushing the curls over her bare pussy.
She opened her door a crack and listened. After a long moment, she recognized their neighbor's voice. He sounded terribly drunk again.
Knowing that he was saddened Sandy. She liked Zach Parker. He was terribly handsome. She didn't know what he'd seen in that wife of his, though-not enough to marry her. She was kind of bitchy and terse.
She was about to close her door and go back to bed and continue masturbating, fantasizing about Zach's prick for a change, when she heard him ask her mother if she wanted to fuck.
Sandy's ears pricked up. She listened hard, sucking in her breath. It came to her then that it was nearly midnight and that her father wasn't home yet.
My mother! she thought.
Scenes flashed through her mind, and things came together in a way they never had before. Zach was always hanging around, talking to her mother. They sometimes stood very close together, sometimes touching in a lingering way.
Were they fucking each other? Were they lovers while her father was downtown working? Did Zach know that her father wasn't home yet? Had he come over for a piece of her mother's ass?
Thrilled, disgusted, tingling all over, she opened the door wider. She felt her heart pound wildly under her left tit. She clamped her hand tightly over her watering cunt and squeezed, feeling the tingles shoot through it.
She couldn't bear what she was hearing. She had to see!
She crept from her room silently, holding her breath. She prayed that Pete wouldn't come out of his to see what was going on. She was just at the edge of the hall and able to see into the kitchen, when she felt instinctively that her mother was going to look her direction.
She flattened herself against the wall, her eyeballs spinning with what they had seen in that brief glimpse-her mother, leaning up against Zach, her tits mashed into his chest, her nightie drawn up over her naked pussy and ass!
She gasped silently. She waited until she heard her mother moan, and she dared to look at them again. Her heart lumped in her throat, and her pussy squirmed and twitched wildly.
Her mother was trying to stuff his long, long prick up her cunt! She was trying to fuck him! Her head was tipped back, and she was panting harshly. She was coming! Her mother was coming!
Sandy backed down the hall, breathless. Her pussy quivered and shook, and she clutched it tightly. She heard her mother's soft moans. She hurried back into the bedroom and shut the door and flew towards her bed.
She fell onto her back and lifted her knees and spread them wide and made her hand swirl and fly over her drenched, spasming pussy. Her hips lifted high, and her buttocks shook, the firm globes blazing with heat.
The image of Zach's long prick came to her mind at the last moment, and she let out a harsh squeal that wouldn't be stilled. She thrashed and churned wildly, tearing at her gushing slit with her fingers, making it come and come.
She felt exhausted when she was finished. She wanted to sleep now. But there was a new sound outside her door. She heard her father's voice. The back door slammed, and she heard her mother come down the hallway.
Sandy swallowed. She wondered if her mother had been caught. She wondered if there were going to be a vacation tomorrow after all. She couldn't sleep now. No way.
Her father came down the hall. Their door closed. There was silence. Sandy's ears strained. She got up and cracked her door open again. After some time, she could hear them yelling at each other.
She stood there and listened. The yelling got louder. There was a strange quality to it, not exactly a fight, but something else.
As if pulled, she drifted from her doorway down the hall. She didn't know what she was going to do. She couldn't open their door and look inside. But she wanted to be near.
The sound behind her nearly made her screech. She whipped around and saw Pete standing there in his briefs. He was looking past her towards the closed door.
"What the hell are they doing in there, Sandy?" he whispered.
"I don't know!" she whispered back.
"Sounds like they're really going at it this time."
"No, no-it's different. Listen!"
Both children heard it plainly. Their mother's voice. "You fucker. I'm coming! YAAAAAGH!" Then their father's throaty growl.
Sandy's pussy quivered again. She couldn't keep from clamping her hand over it. She lifted up her nightie slightly and thrust her hand under the hem and squeezed, making a wet sound with her virginal cunt-lips.
"Damn!" Pete breathed.
Sandy felt his breath on the back of her neck. She felt him press up against her. She looked around. He was staring down at the thrust of her tits, so clearly revealed by the thin, slinky material of the nightie.
"Pete!" she gasped.
She didn't have to look to know what it was pressing rigidly up against her taut, naked buttock. But she looked anyway, and she saw her brother's raging erection, so full and long it was sticking up out of his briefs, the head pulsing over the waistband.
"Ohhhh, Pete!" she gasped again.
"Oh, Pete, yourself," he whispered huskily, looking down. He grinned shakily and jerked up her nightie, drawing it past her waist. He stared with moist eyes at her squeezing hand, at the flatness of her tummy, at her haunch and the naked, smooth, tight roundness of her buttocks.
But mostly he stared at her squeezing, cupping hand, seeing the fresh, slippery cunt-juice squeeze out between her fingers and make them glisten.
"Ohhhhh, Sandy, I...God, Sandy!" he moaned heatedly, his prick throbbing incessantly against her firm ass-cheeks.
"Pete, you've got a hard-on!"
"And you've got a wet, dripping pussy! Oh, Sandy-Sandy, let's go ...Ohhhhhh, Sandy!"
He couldn't bring himself to say it. Yet he couldn't stop the sound of Rhonda's voice drifting through his head again and again. He licked his lips and took his sister's arm and pulled her down the hall, his cock reaching far out of his briefs now.
"Pete, what are you doing?" Sandy gasped, feeling herself thrust into his dark bedroom, hearing the door close behind them.
"Ohhhh, Sandy, let's fuck!" he blurted finally, throwing his arms around her, hugging her full, ripe young body tightly to his.
He wriggled his hips and made the erect shaft of his prick line up with her watering pussy-gap. He groaned when he felt her heat and wetness seep through the front of his shorts and bathe his straining prick.
"Pete, you're crazy!" Sandy cried, struggling with him. "Let me go!"
"Sandy, let's fuck!" he whispered harshly again, finding it easier to say the second time. He guided her struggling body towards her bed and laid her on it.
"Pete! Pete, stop it!" Sandy gasped.
He was unstoppable. He thrust his hand up under her nightie. He felt her tits, running his hand over both them again and again, squeezing and massaging, feeling the pink, hard nipples.
"Ohhhh, Sandy! I've got to fuck you, Sis!"
"What do you mean, you've got to fuck me! How dare you! Pete, we're brother and sister!" . "It doesn't matter! Rhonda said it didn't matter! She said I had to get practice before she'd let me fuck her again!"
Sandy gasped. She felt his hand pull hers aside and cup her steaming cunt forcefully, moving her lips around as he massaged her twat-mouth.
"What!" she gasped. "Before you fuck her again! Pete! Oh, Pete! Is that what you were doing tonight? Oh, Pete! You fucked Rhonda?"
She couldn't believe it. Her own brother had been fucking tonight. Her mother had, her father had. Everybody had-except her.
Pete seemed to sober slightly. He stopped his attack, anyway, and buried his head against his sister's shoulder.
"Yes!" he choked. "God, did I mess it up with her! Oh, Sandy, I've gotta learn how to fuck! It's the only way I can keep her, and I love her something awful!"
Sandy put her hand to her brother's head. "I know what you mean, Pete," she said. "I feel the same way about Riley."
"Lemme fuck you, Sandy," he pleaded, looking up, now quiet and gently, more like the Pete she'd known from the beginning.
"I-but, Pete, I...I'm still a virgin, Pete," she said.
He groaned. "Oh, crap! See what I mean? I just screw up all the time! Damn it, I hate myself sometimes! Sandy, I'm sorry! I didn't even think about that. I thought you and Riley...."
She hugged him. He was nearly ready to cry. "We nearly did, Pete-tonight, in his car. We both wanted to, real bad."
"You did?"
"Oh, yes! But I...I'm afraid, Pete. I'm afraid it'll hurt and bleed and everything."'
He sighed. "Yeah, I guess it could." He looked at her. "Well, what'd you do? Tell me, Sandy, I want to hear."
Sandy felt herself blushing in the darkness. "I...we...." She couldn't tell him. It was too private.
"Did you jack him off, or what?"
Sandy flushed again, nodding silently. "Pete, don't make me tell you about it."
"Why not? I'll tell you everything Rhonda and I did."
"It's private, Pete!"
He reached for her pussy. He stroked it gently, slipping his finger between her puffy, wet lips, circling her clit. Sandy gasped and couldn't stop the way her hips lifted with a little spasm. Here in the darkness, it wasn't hard to pretend that it was Riley's finger tickling her pussy again.
"Did he do this?" Pete asked.
"Yes!" she hissed, moaning.
"Until you came? Did you come?"
"Ohhhh, yes! I've been coming all night long! Ohhhhh, easy, Pete. My pussy's getting sore from all the rubbing!"
"Jeez!" he breathed. "You've been in here jacking off all night?"
"Uh-huh," she said, blushing again.
"Me, too," he said. "Feel."
He guided her hand. Her fingers touched the hot, throbbing length of his cock. It was not like Riley's cock. And yet there was something wonderfully familiar about it.
"Ohhhh, it's so hard, Pete!"
"I can't help it. I thought about what Rhonda said, about how it was all right with her if I fucked you and got practice, and I've been dreaming about fucking you ever since."
"Have you really, Pete?" She felt her chest swell. There was something terribly flattering about hearing that. There had been two boys jacking off over their dreams of her tonight, thrilling themselves on account of her.
"Oh, shit, your hand feels good, Sandy!" he gasped, making his prick jerk in her hand. "Do it! Let's do it!" He swirled his fingers over her clit with renewed fury.
"Ohhhh, Pete, this isn't right! You're my brother! You shouldn't be touching my pussy this way! And I shouldn't be sliding my hand up and down your stiff, strong prick!"
"Dad and Mom shouldn't be fucking like a couple of tigers, either, but they did it," he moaned.
"That wasn't all she did tonight," Sandy said. "I saw her in the kitchen trying to fuck Zach-just before Daddy came home!"
"Is that what that was! Holy shit! Really?" His prick throbbed wildly.
"Pete, what is it?"
"Mom-fucking ...ohhhhh, Christ! Rhonda said I could practice on Mom, too! Ohhhh, shit! Do you think she'd fuck me, Sandy? She's not still cherry, that's for sure!"
"Pete, you wouldn't dare!" Sandy cried, feeling her pussy spasm deliciously in spite of her shock.
"I could tell her I saw her fucking Zach-that I'd tell Dad about it if she didn't teach me how to fuck!"
"Pete, you wouldn't! Oh, you're terrible!"
"Christ! Ohhhh, Christ! I've got to come! I ache! Jesus, Sandy, jack me faster! Do...." He stopped. His cock throbbed wildly again. "I've got it!" he cried softly.
"What?"
"We can fuck, Sandy! You and me! Without busting your cherry."
"You're nuts!"
"Yeah! Ohhhh, here. Get this way, Sis!"
He rose up. He slipped his hands under her hips and lifted her, turning her over, making her he belly down on the bed. He ran his hands over her pert, firm ass-cheeks.
"Pete! What are you doing?"
"I'm going to fuck your ass!"
"Ohhhhh, you're crazy! No! Pete, no!"
"You can do it, Sandy! I fucked Rhonda's asshole tonight! Honest, it works! God, did I blow my wad up her ass! Look, honey, I can get my practice this way, and you can let Riley fuck your ass, too, until you get up the nerve to try it in your pussy! It's perfect, Sandy! Ohhhh, come on-don't you want to feel a hard, hosing prick in your little ass?"
"Noooo!" Sandy moaned.
She wriggled and thrashed. She felt her brother's hands on her butt-cheeks, spreading them open. She felt her asshole quiver erotically.
In spite of herself, she couldn't help thinking about what it would feel like to have a prick inside her. And there wasn't any worry about her getting pregnant, that was for sure.
"Pete, stop! You're my brother!" she cried.
"It doesn't matter, honey. It doesn't matter!" he choked.
"Ohhhh, your prick's so big!" she gasped.
It was throbbing there, right in the crack of her ass. It felt like a log. She felt her brother's weight settle against her back. His stiff, hard cock filled the deep cleft of her butt. He pumped back and forth with short strokes, dry-fucking her rump.
"I've gotta get it wet and slippery," he gasped. "Then it'll go in. That's what Rhonda made me do."
He lifted slightly, making his prick nudge against her pussy-mouth, as if he were going to shove his cock deep into her twat and get it lubricated with her slippery juice.
"Don't fuck me!" she cried sharply, wrenching her body.
"How am I going to get it slick and wet?" he cried.
"You can't! Not with my pussy-juice! This is outrageous! Get off me, Pete."
"The Vaseline!" he cried.
Sandy didn't know what to do. She trembled all over, torn between wanting a prick in her body and knowing how illicit they were being. Then she made up her mind. When he got off her and went into the bathroom for the Vaseline jar, she'd run to her room and lock the door.
She heard the screwing sound of a jar lid at the edge of the bed. Then Pete rolled slightly. She felt him working at something. Was he jacking himself off after all?
"Lucky for us I had it right here. I snuck in and took it out of the bathroom to jack off with. There, my cock's coated. Now, your tight little asshole!"
"Ahhhh," she gasped.
His lingers slid up and down her deep cleft, smearing gobs of the thick, slippery jelly. He found her bung and smeared it thoroughly, sinking the tip of his finger partway in at the same time.
"Ohhhhh, Pete!" she gasped, quivering all over.
"Feel good?"
"Yessss!"
"Wait until you get my prick up there!"
"Pete, don't...." she pleaded.
Her cunt was watering fiercely, streaming hot, slippery pussy juice from the virginal mouth. Her twat tingled terribly. She had to thrust her hand under her belly and cup it. There was a thick glob of Vaseline over her twat, from where Pete's smearing fingers had overshot his little target.
It came under her fingers. It melted and ran from the heat of her pussy. Her fingers began to slide frictionlessly over her pussy, and the lubrication took the sting of so much masturbating from her tender tissues.
"Ohhhhh, I'm hot!" she gasped.
"Me, too, Sis!" he gasped. "God, if I don't quit smearing this stuff up and down my prick, I'm going to come again! Lift up, honey! Spread your legs a little! There! Ohhhh, I feel your fingers down there playing with your pussy! God, that's exciting! Ohhhhh, don't make me come too fast. I've got to learn to hold it!"
"I'm holding it!" she gasped, reaching far under her body, wrapping her slippery, greasy fingers around the root of his thick cock.
"Help me, Sandy! Guide it to your asshole!"
She gasped. She couldn't stop herself. She wanted to feel a prick in her body.
She twisted and guided his prick, feeling the thick, slippery shaft buck and throb in her hand. Her asshole felt gummy and slippery at the same time from all the jelly on it. She made the wide head touch her bung, and she felt the little mouth pucker and quiver with erotic spasms.
"Ohhhh, it isn't going to fit!" she cried, suddenly afraid.
"I fucked it up Rhonda's ass, Sis!" he gasped, gripping her hips so that she wouldn't be able to get away. "Her butt's littler than yours."
"Thanks a lot!"
"Well, it is! Just like her tits. They're much littler, too. Ohhhh, I can feel it, Sandy! Your asshole! It's all tight and rubbery! It's pulsing in and out, kissing the head of my prick!"
Sandy gasped. She could feel it, too. She couldn't stop from doing it. She felt his cockhead bloom against her butt hole. Then there was pressure, and she felt the muscular ring stretch and give slightly as the very tip of his prick widened it.
"Ohhhh, easy, Pete! It's going to hurt! I can feel it is! Stop! I don't want to do it."
"I won't hurt you, Sis!" he gasped. "I'll go slow, slow and easy! Ohhhh, slow and easy, without coming...."
He tipped his head back and gritted his teeth. Christ, he had to learn to do this right. Especially with his sister. If he wrecked it with her, too, then who was he going to practice on?
With Herculean effort, Pete pushed slowly. He palmed her young, tight ass-cheeks apart, careful not to stretch them too wide. She moaned under him and switched her ass back and forth, trying to shake him away, but he was slowly and relentlessly entering her body.
"Ahhhh! It hurts! Take it out! Pete, damn it!" Sandy gasped.
Her asshole stretched and stretched. She felt as if she were taking a big, fat, dry, lumpy shit, the kind that made her eyes water and her asshole burn for several hours.
Yet there was something different about it, too. It wasn't quite that bad. There was a slick, softened feel to his prick. Her pussy watered and quivered constantly, spasming inside.
Sensation surged through her body, growing and growing, and she now recognized the feeling.
She was going to come. Not soon, but it would build to that point.
With the knowledge came a lessening of the pain. It turned to a different sensation. She felt the wide mushroom head of her brother's prick pop past the muscular ring. Her asshole caught on the flange just below his knob.
"It's in! The head! Ohhhh, your asshole's tight! God, don't make it squeeze and pulse that way, or I'll come! Don't make me come! Not yet! Let me fuck it all the way up first! Ahhhh, Sis! I love your asshole!"
Sandy quivered and shook. Shit, she couldn't stop the way her shitter squeezed around his prick. It sucked and drew, wanting more of his big shaft up her.
The sensations were unbelievable. Now that the initial stretching was over, she could feel something loosen and become more accepting to his big prick.
"Ahhhhh, fuck it deeper, Pete! Ohhhh, yes! You were right, darling brother! This is good! Riley's going to love me to pieces when I let him fuck my asshole!"
"Stop quivering your hole like that, Sis! Ohhh, here it comes! All the way in! God, don't make me come yet!"
He clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on her flaring young hips, fighting a losing battle. With a soft cry, he leaned forward, running his cock all the way up her asshole until his thighs bumped up against her firm, round cheeks, flattening them.
"I did it! I got it all the way up! Ohhhh, your asshole's pinching the root of my prick! The fucking root! Sandy! You doll! You lovely, wonderful sister! It's all the way up your ass, and I haven't come yet! Haven't...come ...Oh, shit! AHHHHHGH!"
He'd nearly done it. He'd gotten his cock all the way in, at least. And he'd held it there for a pretty respectable time. But how could he keep from blasting into such a tight, squeezing hole?
What set him off, really, was the way her fingertips had bumped against his balls and cupped around them and had nearly gone up his own asshole.
Sandy was fucking her cunt with her hand furiously, swirling it around and around, pinching and massaging the bloated, dripping lips that pouched down from her split twat.
She moaned under him, twisting and shaking, thrashing her ass back and forth. She couldn't help it. She felt impaled. She was fucked now. She knew she was fucked.
She'd never believed how it would feel. She felt stuffed. Clear to her tits, she felt full of hard, thrusting male prick. Her pointed tits dangled from her chest and punched into the bed.
They burned. The sensations were ecstatic beyond belief. Her pussy couldn't get enough stimulation. She had the weird feeling that if there'd been another prick in the room, she would have begged to have it stuffed up her cunt at the same time her brother was plunged to his hilt up her ass.
"Ohhhh, I feel it, Pete!" she cried wildly. "Your sperm! Your hot, slippery, white sperm! It's hosing up my ass like an enema! Ah! Ahhh, I'm going to come again! Again! YAAAAAA-AGH, PETE!"
Her mind spun. She screamed until her lungs were empty and straining. Her pussy seemed to turn inside out. Her asshole fluttered and spasmed around his thick, throbbing prick, and she drank up every drop of his rushing sperm, remembering the sight of it and the feel of it from earlier in the evening when it had rushed from Riley's fountaining prick.
She yelled the way her mother had just yelled. She couldn't help wondering if her mother had yelled so hard because her father had fucked his prick up her asshole, too.
She gasped until she couldn't breathe any more, and then her arms gave way, and she collapsed onto her brother's bed with his prick still throbbing and jerking in the depths of her ass.
CHAPTER SIX
Hal stood under the shower a long time. Steam billowed up from the stall and spilled out into the room, fogging the mirror.
He felt empty, drained. He'd come home from fucking Trixie with high hopes for himself and Lila. But there was nothing to work with any more. They'd been this way too long. They were too set. They couldn't change now.
It had nearly worked. For a little while, there, they had nearly found a sense of renewal and joy with each other. She'd tried, he had to admit that. She'd actually sucked his prick into her mouth.
Of course, she'd bitten him. She didn't know how to suck a cock right. Why should she? She never did it. It took practice. It took a sense of giving, not just taking. She wouldn't have finished the job anyway. As soon as his cock started spurting, she would have yelled and jerked her head away and let him shoot off into the air.
He sighed again, recognizing what he was doing He was blaming her again, laying all the onus on her. In fairness, he had to ask himself if he would have sucked her butt and thrust his tongue up her asshole and finished her off that way.
He shook his head. He didn't know. He just didn't know. He'd done it with Trixie, but he'd been in a wild frame of mind then. And Trixie wasn't Lila. There was a habit pattern of many years with Lila that hadn't been restraining him with Trixie.
The water started running cooler. He was reluctant to shut off the shower and get out. He'd have to go back in there and get in bed and lie beside her.
He felt a sense of shame. He didn't know what had come over him in there. He hadn't meant to rape her. But that's what it had been. Of course, she hadn't objected too hard. She'd come violently. But an intensity like that couldn't become normal. They couldn't combat each other like that every time they fucked. That would be a worse sickness than the one they had together now. There had to be an answer. Somehow, they had to loosen up and approach each other in a different way.
But how?
He couldn't postpone shutting off the shower any longer. It was running cold enough to make him shiver. He got out and dried himself briskly. He put up the towel and wondered how the hell he was going to sleep now, how he was going to get up in the morning and drive all day long.
He opened the door quietly. He felt his way through the dark room and got his pajama bottoms. He slipped into them. He heard Lila breathing as if ready to snore. But was she really asleep?
He pulled back the covers and was just going to get into bed when he heard a throaty cry. Another followed. He let the covers slip from his fingers and riveted his attention to the sounds.
Lila stirred and moaned in the bed. He glanced at her and saw her pointed tit thrust up into the air as she rolled onto her back. He moved silently to the bedroom door and opened it.
Stray light in the hall, which came from a bright moon entering the living-room windows, showed him that Pete's door was closed, while Sandy's was open.
Wondering if she might be sick, he closed the door behind him and went down the hall. The bathroom door was open. He heard whispered moans coming from Pete's room.
He looked at the closed door before him. His heart pounded. He had a sinking feeling in his chest He sucked in air and opened the door and hit the switch on the wall.
The room flooded with light. He stared. A sound came from his throat, and he moved towards the bed.
"Daddy!" Sandy cried, moaning into the pillow under her face.
"Pop!" Pete gasped, jerking his head around.
Hal stared at his son and his daughter for another moment He looked at Pete's naked ass. He looked at the way he was lying over Sandy's round, pert butt, his cock fucked all the way to his balls in her tender asshole.
He lifted his arm, bending down. His fist balled, raised high, ready to club down on his son.
Something restrained him. The memory of a bright, giggly voice in his head-Trixie's voice.
Thoughts tumbled through his mind. Should he raise hell? Should he beat the shit out of his son and shake his daughter around? The damage was already done, wasn't it? Would he really accomplish anything but turning an emotional situation into a traumatic one?
He lowered his fist. He watched his son's face go white, his teeth chatter, beads of cold sweat pop out on his forehead. He saw the way Pete clung to Sandy's hip and shoulder as if hugging against her for protection.
"Well," he croaked, not knowing what else to say right off.
"Pop.. . " Pete chattered back, his teeth clicking.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy . .Sandy moaned. She moved her torso, lifting her butt slightly under Pete, moving her tight, quivering asshole around his imbedded cock.
"All right," he grated, sounding as authoritative as he could. "Get off her, Pete. Get the hell in your room and stay there, and I'll deal with you later."
"But, Pop...."
"Get out, I said!"
"I am in my room, Pop!" he wailed.
Great, Hal thought. Any more bright orders?
He didn't have to tell Pete to pull his prick from his sister's ass, anyway. Pete jerked backward, whimpering. His cock sprang erect and weaved. He turned to the side to hide himself.
Hal couldn't help the way he stared down at his daughter's ass. The cheeks were round and firm. They jutted up pertly. They were slightly parted, and he could see the winking, pulsing mouth of her pink asshole.
The little mouth glistened with wetness and Vaseline. Whitish sperm began to leak from it, and the sight made his own cock begin filling shamelessly.
He saw the way her pussylips puffed down from her crotch, bloated wide apart, showing all the wet pinkness between them. He saw her fingertips wriggling with tiny motions right at the mouth of her pussy, and he knew she'd been masturbating while Pete had been fucking his young cock up her asshole.
"Ohhhh, Daddy...." Sandy moaned again.
It wasn't a moan of pain exactly. There was a hint of bliss mixed in with the sound. She moved her hips again, making her round butt go in a small circle. The cheeks parted wider, and her asshole fluttered with sensation again.
Her nightie was fucked up to her shoulders. He looked at her smooth back, the curving arch of her spine, and he couldn't help the way his cock was filling shamelessly inside his pajamas.
Sandy rolled to her side. Her blonde hair slipped from her shoulder in a silky cascade. He saw the pointed, firm jut of her tit thrusting from under the fucked-up nightie. The nipple was big and hard and throbbing with sensation.
"Ohhh, Daddy, don't be angry," she moaned, looking at him from her blue eyes. Her lips were full and slack and soft. "Don't punish us, Daddy."
"Oh? Why shouldn't I? Am I supposed to indicate my approval?"
"We...we couldn't help it, Daddy. It just happened, that's all."
"Just happened," he echoed.
"We...we were standing in the hall," she began, lowering her eyes softly, blushing slightly, "listening...to you and Mommy doing it in the bedroom, and we ...got hot, Daddy, and...."
Hal sucked in his breath. He wanted to sink through the floor. What the hell did they think of him now for raping their mother? How in hell could he punish them?
"Yeah," Pete said rather cockily. "And before that, before you came home, we saw-"
"Pete!" Sandy cried forcefully. "You shut up!"
Pete swallowed and looked at his sister and shut up.
Hal looked from one to the other of them quietly. "I know what you saw," he said. "At least, I've got a good idea what you saw. But never mind, that's not your affair. It's mine." He sighed deeply. "All right, Sandy, get up and get to bed. We'll forget this. There's no point bringing your mother in on it. But cut it out, you hear?"
Pete gasped with relief and let out a final shiver. "Thanks, Pop," he breathed.
He looked at his son. He wondered if he should spend another fifty bucks. Fathers in some countries did that, he'd heard-took their sons to a good whore to get them taught right.
The thought flew from his head. That was outrageous. He reached down for Sandy's hand. The backs of his fingers brushed over her standing, rubbery nipple.
"Ohhhh," she gasped softly. She lifted her eyes to his. There was a spark of heat in the glance that made his heart beat with deafening thuds.
"Come on," he whispered harshly, lifting her from the bed.
Sandy's nightie clung to her tits and didn't fall right away. Hal couldn't help looking at her pussy. He saw the light triangle of fuzz over her mound and her puffy cunt-lips. He saw the trim, firm columns of her thighs, and he knew his cock was pushing out the front of his pajamas.
She wobbled slightly, her knees giving. Her nightie fell down and covered her thrusting tits. She leaned against him, pushing the firm mounds against his arm.
"Ohhhh, it stings, Daddy," she moaned. "My butt stings!"
She walked with him in a bowlegged way, sucking in her breath with each step. Hal turned around at the door and gave his son a dark look. Then he closed the door and led his daughter into the hall, guiding her towards her room.
"Let me go into the bathroom, Daddy," she whispered, clinging to his arm.
"Little dope," he said, more affectionately than angrily. "Why'd you let him fuck your ass? What the hell did you think it would feel like afterwards-good?"
She looked at him and flicked on the bathroom light. "Because I didn't want him to fuck my pussy, Daddy. I-I'm still a virgin in my pussy, and I'm afraid of doing it there."
He watched her ease over to the sink and turn on the water and get a washcloth. He sucked in his breath again, and his cock played hell with him, filling quickly, rising up in the loose material of the pajama bottoms.
"You're still a virgin?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded. She sighed, wringing out the cloth, reaching behind her to hold the steaming rag against her asshole. "Ohhhh, that feels good," she moaned.
He watched her, his cock throbbing to full erection now. He saw the way she'd lifted her nightie up over her round ass, the way she was sticking it out and had her legs open and was rubbing the cloth gently in the depths of her deep, shadowy cleft.
"You let a boy fuck your ass before your pussy?" he questioned, finding it hard to believe. "You're sure not your mother's daughter," he muttered to himself.
"What, Daddy?"
"Why, Sandy? Why would you do a thing like that?"
"I told you, Daddy. I'm afraid. I nearly did it tonight, but-but I chickened out."
"With Pete? You nearly let your brother fuck your cherry out of your sweet pussy?"
"Oh, no, Daddy. With Riley. Ohhhh, we wanted to fuck! But I've heard some girls-you know, they bleed and everything and have to go to the hospital, and I didn't want that to happen when we were leaving on our vacation tomorrow."
Hal felt his heart swell. The poor kid. She was yearning for sex, but her first thought was of not upsetting the family plans.
"I-I was wondering how I could ask Mommy if I-if my pussy would ...if I'd have a bad time of it."
"You don't have to ask her, sweetie. She didn't."
Sandy turned her head and looked at him for the first time since they'd come into the bathroom. "She didn't?" she asked with relief. Her pretty face clouded. "How do you know, Daddy?"
"Because I popped it for her."
Sandy looked down at his waist then. Her eyes widened. She was holding her nightie up around her waist. Hal was looking at her spread pussy, unable to help it.
He saw her cunt-lips bloat and spread apart and her pink tissues quiver with quick heat. He saw the direction of her gaze, and he looked down himself.
His cock was thrusting through the gap in his pajamas! It beat and throbbed with each pump of his heart. The knob was red and swollen, and there was a gleaming drop of oil nestled in the wide eye of it.
"Ohhhh, Daddy!" Sandy gasped. "Your cock-it's so hard and stiff, Daddy!"
She lifted her eyes and looked into his. She put the cloth down on the counter. She held her nightie high. She came towards him-right toward him, pushing her mound up against his prick, making the shaft be squeezed between his abdomen and her soft, silky belly.
"Daddy.. . " she whispered, her lips trembling softly, her breath panting from her lungs, making her tits heave and thrust against his naked chest.
"Sandy ...cut it out, Sandy...." he whispered huskily.
"Daddy-fuck me ...ohhh, please fuck me! Fuck my cherry out of my pussy, Daddy."
"I said cut it out, Sandy...." he choked.
"Your prick's hard, Daddy. You're excited now. You want to fuck me, I know you do. You used to want to when I was a little girl and sat in your lap when you read to me. I remember how it got hard and lifted up against my little ass and made me all tingly inside. Don't you remember how I used to wriggle around in your lap, Daddy?"
"I remember," he gasped.
"Didn't you know why? You thought I was restless, didn't you? You used to tell me to sit still. I didn't want to sit still. I wanted to feel that hard prick up between my legs, in the cleft of my little girl's ass. Ohhhh, Daddy, I wanted you to fuck me then, I know I did, even though I wasn't sure what it was I really wanted. I know now, Daddy. And I still want you to fuck me. Ohhh, Daddy-please do it! Do it so that it won't bleed and hurt!"
His cock pulsed wildly between their bodies. She was pleading with all that was in her. But she wasn't a little girl any more. She was a woman-nearly. One thrust of his prick, and he would make her a complete woman.
Her tits and belly were incredibly silky and warm against him. She didn't help any. She kept her tender, pouting rump in motion, making her pussy mound rub and massage against the underside of his throbbing cock.
"Sandy...." he gasped. "Honey, I can't!"
"Why, Daddy?"
"I'm your father!"
"I don't care! Pete's my brother, and I let him tuck my ass. He said he had to-to get practice."
"Practice?"
"For Rhonda. He messed up with her tonight. He told me all about it-how he fucked her pussy and her asshole and her mouth, and he kept coming too fast so that she didn't get any fun from it. She told him he had to learn how to fuck right, or she'd drop him. Oh, Daddy, I couldn't turn him away. He loves her so much, I just couldn't.. . "
"My God," Hal gasped softly, looking into his daughter's eyes. No-she wasn't a little girl any longer.
"Now I need help, Daddy. I want you to help me. Don't turn me away...."
She gasped heatedly. She lifted her arms around his neck, twining them. She pressed her slim, young, firm body against his, making the nightie stay bunched high between them. She lifted on her tiptoes, and he felt the open gap of her silky, slippery pussy slide upward along the bottom of his shaft.
His prick throbbed and pulsed. He sucked in his breath. The meaty glans swelled into her pussy-gap, filling the silky slit. He felt the moment she had lifted high enough for his prickhead to be centered at her pussy-mouth.
Hot, slippery oils seeped from her cunt-tunnel. It coated her pink tissues. It bathed the spongy glans of his prick. He felt her virginal muscles quiver with excitement and her puffy, soft, young cunt-lips surround the very head of his beating prick.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, it's there! It's right there! At my pussy-mouth! Ohhhhh, let me come down, Daddy! Say it's all right! Tell me I can drop my hot, shuddering pussy down over your hard prick!"
"Sandy!" he gasped. "God! Oh, God!"
He jerked his hips back. "Daddy!" she cried. "Ohhhhh, fuck me, Daddy! Please fuck me!"
He stooped and swept her young body into his arms. She clung to him sobbing with frustration. He stumbled with her towards her bedroom, bumping into the wall in his clumsy haste.
"Daddy, don't make me go to bed and lie here and suffer!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, damn you, I hate you! I'm going to fuck every boy I see! I'm going to be a whore, Daddy! If you won't fuck your prick into me, I'm going out and fuck everybody's! Ohhhhh, Daddy-you turned me away when I needed you!"
He'd kicked the door shut with his foot. He dropped her onto her back on the bed. He looked down at her firm, young body, seeing it all revealed to him in its writhing agony of desire.
He'd thought he was a big man-principled, moral. One thrust of his hips, and he would have fucked his daughter, but he'd resisted. Somebody was going to give him a medal for that. Some great somebody from somewhere.
Then he looked down at her and listened to what she said, and he knew that there wasn't going to be any medal, no badge of honor he could display on his chest, no shield that proclaimed to the world that he'd resisted fucking his hot, yearning, virginal daughter.
He thought of Trixie, the little whore who worked the bars. "Don't leave me again, Daddy," she'd said when he'd walked out of her room.
There was his badge. There was where his high morality was going to end.
He nearly sobbed when he reached down and spread his daughter's legs apart and lifted the backs of her knees and looked into her open needing pussy.
"Daddy?" she gasped, watching him, tears rolling down her cheeks.
He could see her cherry. It stretched over her vagina, taut and pink, the hole through it large and dark, leading to the depths of her silky, slippery pussy. It was little more than a fringe. It wouldn't hurt her.
"Daddy.. . " she gasped again, moaning. "Ohhhhh, Daddy, are you going to fuck me?"
"Yes," he choked huskily, yanking at the string of his pajamas, letting them fall.
His prick thrust towards his daughter's virgin pussy and throbbed mightily.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hal got onto the bed, still holding his daughter's firm young thighs apart. He looked into the meaty, pink, glistening slit of her pussy. He lifted the backs of her knees over his shoulders, and her round, tight butt rolled up slightly.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, you're going to fuck me after all! I love you, Daddy! I love you! Ohhhhh, hurry! Do it! Let me feel your big prick all the way up my pussy!"
"I will, sweetie, I will," he gasped. "But first-first, there's something I have to do. And you have to help me."
"What, Daddy? Anything! Ohhhh, anything!"
"This...." he gasped.
He lowered his face between her open thighs. He gasped again and again. Her pussy and cleft were so like her mother's he couldn't believe it. With just a little imagination, he could be staring into the depths of Lila's cunt instead of his daughter's, into the pink, pulsing mouth of her rubbery asshole.
He puffed through his nostrils, bathing her whole crotch with his hot, moist breath.
"Daddy!" she gasped, her hips twitching, her pelvis rocking up and down, her soft inner thighs trembling. "What are you doing! Ohhhh, you're breathing all over my pussy! Does it excite you to look at it, is that what you're doing, Daddy?"
He opened his mouth. He licked his lips, Inhaling, he could smell the heady aroma of her yearning, seeping twat. He groaned and closed his eyes and dove forward the last inch.
His lips spread over her whole twat. His mouth opened wide, and his tongue fluttered forward. Sweet-sharp pussy honey flooded over his tongue, coating it, shocking him for a moment, then tasting like the most wonderful drink he'd ever had.
His tongue slithered over her pink tissues, massaging the puffy cunt-lips, burrowing into the secret, slick folds. He flattened his tongue and pressed it against her quaking pussy-mouth, while his lips encircled the whole orifice and sucked.
"Eeeeeeee, Daddy!" she cried, bucking and twitching "You're licking my pussy! Ohhhhh, that's nasty! Ohhhhh, Daddy, that's wonderful! I love it! Ahhhhh, I didn't know you could do that! Ahhhhhhhh, wait until I tell Riley!"
Hal's cock throbbed and dribbled on the bed. His emotions spun. He was doing it. He was sucking cunt. He was loving the enjoyment it brought his daughter, and he knew it would bring his wife the same ecstasy.
"Sandy ...Sandy...." he gasped, corning up for a draft of air. "What a sweet, delicious pussy! Ohhhhh, I never knew sucking cunt could be so good!"
She gasped and looked between her tits at him and blinked. She had her nightie all the way up to her neck. Her pointed cones thrust from her chest, and she was cupping them in her own hands, squeezing them and rolling her thumbs over the nipples, making them ruby-red and terribly spiked.
"You mean-Daddy, you mean you've never sucked a girl's pussy before? Not Mommy's pussy? My pussy's the first one you've sucked?"
"Not quite the first," he admitted, grinning. "The first I've really sucked willingly."
"Ohhhh, Daddy! I've cherried you, too!" she cried happily, reaching down to hug his head.
He grinned. He looked into her swimming cunt again. The little fringe of cherry tissue was still there. In a moment, in just a moment. But first.. .
"You get to cherry me again, sweetie," he moaned to his daughter, thrilled with the novelty of the idea that it was his virginal daughter who was teaching him to fuck with variety.
He dropped his face into her moist juncture again. Only he aimed his tongue lower this time. He didn't hesitate. He made it circle the pulsing mouth of her just-fucked asshole, and he thrust it deep inside.
"Ahhhhhgh, Daddy!" Sandy cried harshly, bucking up violently. "My asshole! You're licking my asshole! You're fucking it with your warm, wet tongue! Ohhhhh, it's better than a prick! Better than my brother's spurting prick! God, it tickles wonderfully, Daddy!"
He'd expected to smell and taste something. He'd wrinkled up his face reflexively in preparation for it. But it was just the same as it had been with Trixie.
There was only soft, slippery, rubbery, quivering, wonderfully exciting asshole. It squeezed tightly around his tongue. It sucked. It pulled his tongue deeper, and he let it, swirling the tip inside her shitter.
"Yaaaaaah, Daddy! I'm going to come!" Sandy cried.
She clutched the back of his head. Her straight arms pressed in against the sides of her firm young tits and made them point high towards the ceiling
Her hips convulsed wildly. Her buttocks clenched, squeezing together, clamping fleshily around his chin. Her asshole sucked and spasmed around his tongue.
His nose was imbedded in the fleshy wetness of her virginal pussy, and her honey ran down the side of it. He had to hold his breath to keep from drowning in the flow of cunt-juice.
He felt her young body jerk and wrench mightily, and he felt the force of her sweet, powerful orgasm. He pumped his tongue in and out of her asshole, fucking her freely with it, knowing that his hesitation was gone forever now.
He felt his emotions spin. He imagined that it was Lila's asshole he was fucking with his tongue, and a sweetness and ease of mind flowed through him and nearly made him come with his daughter.
Sandy opened her throat and growled with the intense orgasm. She felt a wonderful loosening warmth shoot all through her abdomen and thighs and butt, clear up into her belly and up to her tits. They swelled and heaved on her rolling, jerking chest, and she felt as if they were ready to spurt warm fluid from their throbbing tips.
She hadn't know that fucking like this could be so wonderful. She couldn't wait to get Riley to do it to her this way. She wondered if he would balk. Her father must have balked for years and years. She would ask him why. She would ask her mother why. She would keep her asshole and her pussy sweet and clean forever so that Riley would never balk.
Her clit stretched from the top of her cleft and throbbed. She wanted something to press it against. She wanted her father's prick to fill her pussy and rip her cherry from her.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy! Fuck me now! Fuck me with your big prick! Stick it in me and fuck it in and out and make it spurt your hot sperm into my pussy!"
She sighed and moaned and twisted. Her body still tingled. She knew she was still coming, but she didn't care. In the asshole was wonderful, but now she needed it in her pussy. She needed it there.
Her father rose up from between her thighs. His face and chin and nose were all wet, glistening with his saliva and her running cunt-juice.
She flexed her thighs around his neck. The backs of her knees were still over his shoulders. She moved her hands from the back of his head and brought them to her split middle. She used her fingertips to pull her pussy-lips as wide apart as they would go, and she arched her pelvis upward to offer her sweet daddy her virginal pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, I helped you! Now you help me!" she gasped, switching her hips back and forth.
She looked between her standing tits, down her flat, quivering belly. She saw her blonde pubes waving in tight curls. She saw the way her twat-lips were puffed to twice their normal size. She could see the red, throbbing tip of her clit sticking up, begging to be massaged by the root of his big prick.
She watched her father wipe his face with his hand. He looked down into her quivering, watering pussy again. The tip of his shiny cock throbbed and swelled mightily.
She saw a drop of oil leak from the big slit at the end and fall toward the bed in a long, silvery string. She sucked in her breath and trembled all over with another pulse of orgasm as he moved up over her and made her butt roll up off the bed.
She'd never felt so split open in her life. He pressed down against her and made her knees touch the tips of her tits. Then they mashed her tits flat. His belly rested warmly against the backs of her thighs.
Her asshole quivered and her cunt shook. "Daddy! Daddy!" she cried heatedly.
"Sweetie! Ohhhhh, Sandy! Here it comes! Here comes Daddy's big prick into your tight young pussy!"
"Yes, yes! Fuck it into me!" He moved forward. She moaned and tossed her head in delirium. "Ahhhhh, I can feel the head of it! Ohhhh, it's sliding up and down my slit! So slippery! So hot! Ohhhhh, over my clit, Daddy! Ahhhh, you're going to make me come again!"
She threw her arms around his back and hugged him tightly, lifting up against him. Her elevated ass swung freely under the head of his probing cock and made the velvety, slippery glans massage all over the silky pinkness of her slit.
She shuddered with another electric series of orgasmic waves, and her cunt mouth quivered and sucked wildly.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried tightly, unable to stand the anticipation any longer.
Hal's cockhead nestled in the opening of her pussy mouth. The heat of it, the silkiness, the quivering slipperiness of her tight muscles made him gasp harshly and thrust forward.
"Ah!" Sandy gasped, her eyes popping open. "AHHHHHHHH!"
She screeched. She shook. She arched upward and froze. She lay there and felt the big cock pop through her cherry and ripple and slide into her spasming cunt.
It filled her. It stuffed her. It stretched her virginal cunt muscles and made the twat walls gush with fresh pussy-juice. She shuddered wildly from head to toe and knew it was done, and it hadn't hurt at all.
"You're fucking me, Daddy!" she cried. "It's in me all the way! Ahhhhhhh, God! It's wonderful! My first prick! Yaaaaaagh, Fm coming again!"
She hadn't stopped, really. But there was now a new intensity to her orgasmic waves. She felt her whole pussy-tunnel suck and squeeze wildly around the imbedded cock.
Everything was different. The other orgasms had been terrific, but there'd been something missing from them.
She knew what it was now. It was the stuffed feeling that a throbbing, stretching prick gave. It was the bucking, the pulsing, the hot spurt of boiling sperm against her cervix that had been missing before.
She felt them all now. Her father's wonderful prick was going wild inside her pussy. The sudden flood of his slippery sperm made a deep pool of her cunt, something nearly fluid out of the center of her body.
"Daddyyyyy!" she squealed tightly, clinging to him, rocking with his bucking, orgasming thrusts. "Thank you for fucking me, Daddy!"
"Ahhhhhhgh!" Hal groaned, pressing his hips into the saddle of his daughter's spread crotch.
His cock bucked and throbbed and spat wildly. His balls jumped against the upturned roundness of her sweet, virginal ass.
A sense of shame started to build inside him. Another spurt of sperm jetted through his prick and spattered against the back of his daughter's cunt, and the shame went out with it.
She'd needed him. They'd needed each other. He knew that now. It might take a little more time, but he knew he could make it right with Lila from here on.
And he knew that his daughter's unreasoning fear of being cherried was now a foolish fright of her past. She would go forth to her Riley or to the other boys and men in her beginning life, and she would have no fear of her own needs with them.
There was no shame in that. There couldn't be.
He groaned with a sound that came from deep inside him and fell easily against his daughter's throbbing body. He slipped her legs from his shoulders and let her stretch them out by the sides of his hips.
He pressed against her and felt her tits still swollen and throbbing under his chest. He looked down on her pretty face and saw the joy, the bliss in it, the lack of fear now.
"Daddy, I love you!" she whispered urgently, squeezing her brand-new pussy around his prick.
"I love you too, honey," he said. He kissed her. It was not a little-girl-and-daddy kiss this time. It would never be again. It would be a special kind of father-daughter kiss from now on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It took quite a while before Pete stopped shaking. When he did, he let out a final sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead and lay back on the bed.
He still couldn't believe he was really in one piece. By rights, there should be one arm over in the corner, a leg thrown under the bed, and his balls hanging from the light fixture. Shit, what other father was there who would let it go with a dirty look and nothing else?
He wondered about it. And then he began to wonder if his father didn't tear him apart because of some other reason-like what he intended to do with Sandy himself.
Pete lifted up from the bed and looked at the closed door. He chewed on his lower Up. Christ, he ought to leave it alone, not press his luck any further.
But he couldn't. He could hear them talking softly. It sounded as if they were in the bathroom. Yeah, there was the water running. Probably washing her ass for her, getting a charge out of it.
Pete grinned into the room. It gave him a kick to think maybe he'd made his father jealous, getting to fuck that sweet, cherried ass.
The grin went off his face. He felt shitty. He shouldn't think things like that. The old man was a pretty swell guy. And if Sandy'd been right about what she'd seen her mother and Zach doing in the kitchen, then it was even shittier of him to be thinking like that about his dad.
Feeling humbled again, Pete got off the bed and paced around his room. His cock swung between his legs. He looked down at it. He lifted it and squeezed it. The old boy had done all right that time. Better, anyway. Rhonda was right. He needed more practice.
But he'd better not try it with Sandy any more. Besides, until Riley popped her cherry, he wouldn't get to fuck her pussy anyway, and he needed practice at that, too.
He heard Sandy sobbing then. He turned his head. She was really bitching up a storm out there. He listened. He heard her door close, her voice going muffled behind it.
He pressed his ear to the wall quickly. He could hear her crying now, threatening to become a whore and everything if her father didn't fuck her.
Holy shit! Pete cried inwardly, his heart pounding. She was begging to get fucked!
He listened harder. He still held his prick. Then he noticed it swelled in his hand and got stiff as iron. He heard sounds through the wall-erotic, suspicious sounds. A cry of-God, she was coming! He was fucking her after all!
Pete's prick pounded in his hand. Heat pulsed through him. He started jacking himself, listening at the wall all the while.
Then another idea came to him. Shit on listening!
He hurried to his door and opened it and slipped into the hall, holding his stiff cock in his fist. There was that idea, a wild one, a hairy one that made his heart pound wildly in his chest and his balls rumble with the daring of it.
He turned his head a hundred and eighty degrees and looked at the closed door at the end of the hall, and his hand slid rapidly up and down his jerking prick.
He swallowed hard. What could she say? She'd fucked Zach. He could threaten her with that if she objected. And would the old man dare say anything after fucking Sandy?
His mind reeled. He took the first step towards his sleeping mother. His cock bucked and stretched. He took the second step, and the rest came one after the other.
He held his breath. He turned the knob quietly. He opened the door and slipped inside. He could just make out her form on the bed. The sheet was down over her tits. He saw them thrusting up from her chest, big and pointed, nearly as firm as Sandy's were.
Pete licked his lips. He went stealthily to the foot of the bed and looked down at his mother. He thought for a moment and then decided how he would do it.
He would pretend he was his father. He'd just slip into the bed beside her and slide the sheet down over her pussy and climb between her legs and slide his raging prick into her wet, warm cunt and fuck her in her sleep!
He moved around to the side of the bed, his heart pounding like crazy. Just as he was lifting his knee to get in, his mother moaned and scared the shit out of him. But she didn't wake up. She rolled over onto her belly instead and slipped her hands under her mound and made her butt round up under the sheet.
Change of plans, he thought.
He slipped the sheet down gently, uncovering her ass. He stared at it in the soft moonlight haze filling the room. It was a beautiful ass. He'd never realized how firm and tight her ass was. His mother's ass-should he fuck it? Did the old man fuck her in the ass?
The thought had never occurred to him as a legitimate question. He wasn't sure why it had just now. Rhonda liked being fucked in the ass. Sandy had let him cherry her ass before getting her pussy cherried. Shit, it was obvious that women fucked up the ass just as much as up the pussy. Maybe more. They didn't get pregnant being fucked up the ass.
That question settled in his mind, Pete shifted his weight onto the bed fully. He held his stiff prick in his hand and wished he'd remembered to coat it with Vaseline first.
He spat into his hand and smeared saliva over his prick. It got very slippery. He knew he didn't have to worry much. His old man had probably fucked his mother's ass a thousand times, making it nice and receptive, not stripping tight the way his sister's asshole had been.
Pete moved between his mother's open legs. He made a swift motion, aiming his cock, pressing down against her back. His prick went sliding into slippery, silky warmth immediately, and he nearly shot his load off.
"Ohhhh, God!" Lila cried with shock. "Hal, you bastard! How dare you fuck me when I'm asleep! Get off, you prick! Get that cock out of my pussy right now!"
She thrashed under Pete. Pete held on tightly. His prick throbbed in the depths of his mother's slippery, sperm-slick cunt.
He'd missed! He'd hit the wrong hole! He'd fucked it into her cunt instead of her asshole!
His cock trembled and bucked wildly. Sensation shot through him. His mother churned and thrashed under him, lifting her firm ass-cheeks up against his belly, clamping her buttocks tightly, making her pussy-tunnel spasm and clench and try to spit him out.
He couldn't take it. Her cunt was so hot and wet and writhingly alive he felt himself rushing toward orgasm immediately. But he didn't dare yell. If he did, she'd know who he was.
He couldn't hold it. His balls drew up under his sliding, pumping root. Her pussy-mouth snapped and slurped all around his shaft and milked the fresh, hot sperm from his prick.
He vibrated and shuddered against her, clinging to her back, holding his throat closed so that he wouldn't make a peep.
He nearly blacked out. Sperm shot from his young prick and flooded into his mother's pussy. She thrashed under him, pretending she didn't want a cock in her.
But there was something about the way her pussy squeezed and sucked that belied her moaning protests, and he wondered what the hell kind of deal this was, where her mouth said no and her pussy screamed yes.
He fucked his cock to her depths. He felt the head hit some kind of bottom. It made her arch and shudder and swear like hell.
"Hal! God, stop! I can't take it! Ohhhhh, it's so slippery in my pussy now! You bastard, did you come in me? Ohhhhh, damn you, Hal! What are you trying to prove, fucking me from behind! Ahhhh! It's hitting bottom! Your cock! Ohhh, it's hitting bottom, darling!"
Lila tossed and shuddered. She couldn't believe this was happening. She'd been sound asleep, dreaming about Zach Parker's long, long prick, and now she was being fucked furiously and soundlessly from behind.
God, was it Zach? Had he sobered up and come back and...no, that was absurd! It was Hal. It had to be Hal. But his prick! It was so long!
Despite herself, she felt thrills chase up and down her spine. She could feel Hal's weight pressing against her rump. She never let him fuck her like that, and now she was wondering why. It felt good. It was exciting. He was trying after all.
"Ohhhh, darling-I was such a bitch to you tonight," she moaned, beginning to lift her ass back against his shuddering thrusts. "Darling, I know we haven't been very good to each other, but I want to be. I really do. Ohhhh, I'm not angry now, Hal. You just startled me, hopping on my rump when I was asleep. Ohhh, darling, I like fucking this way! Ahhhh, it feels good! I can feel your balls! And I really did like it when you stuck your finger up my asshole! We should have tried that years ago, darling, and it's all my fault we didn't!"
She gasped. She churned. She sucked at his prick and felt the terrible slipperiness inside her pussy. Was she really leaking that much, or had he-had he come in her already?
"Darling!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, why didn't you moan when you came? Is this something new, too? Oh, Hal, I was really going to suck your prick off! Honey, honest I was! All the way! I know you've wanted me to for years, but...ohhhhh, and I know how much you've wanted me to let you fuck your prick into my asshole, but...ahhhhh, darling, you're making me hot! Say something, Hal! Talk to me!"
Pete's ears burned. His scalp prickled. Jesus, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His old man had never been sucked off or gotten to fuck her ass or anything! Shit, he didn't even get to fuck her from behind! What the hell kind of deal did they have?
Lousy. It had to be lousy. That was why he worked late at the office all the time. That was why his mother flirted all the time, mugging up to young studs like Zach Parker next door.
Dad! he cried inwardly. Jeez, Dad!
He felt sorry for his father. Love suddenly burst through Pete for his old man, and he didn't blame him at all any more for fucking Sandy.
Fuck her all you want, Dad, you deserve it! he thought.
He spurt the last of his sperm into his mother's pussy and knew now what he had to do. It was going to be for more than just practice. It was going to be for his dad. And, in a way, for his mother, too.
He pulled backwards. His prick slipped through the heated silk of his mother's sodden pussy and slipped out, the head bumping against the bottom of her crotch.
"Ohhhh, don't stop fucking me, Hal! I'm just getting hot!" she cried. "Yes, darling-hot for your cock! I want your cock!"
Pete moved one hand down his mother's back. He palmed her firm ass-cheek to the side. He spread his knees, forcing her thighs wider apart. Her hands were still under her belly, trapped there by their combined weight, and it made her butt be rocked up. Pete wasn't going to miss this time.
"No! Hal, no! Not there! Not up my ass! Hal, don't! I'm not ready forAHHHHHHHGH!"
Pete pressed forward. He felt the knob of his slippery, honey-drenched cock catch in the tight little mouth of his mother's asshole. His shaft swelled and throbbed. He couldn't help but be excited. He had another ass virgin under him. First his sister, and now his croaking, thrashing mother!
He pushed hard. He felt the tight mouth contract. It didn't deter him. She hollered bloody murder.
"Hal! Goddamn it, not up my ass! You bas-AHHHHHGH! It's in! It's big! You're killing me! Your cock's too big! Ohhhh, it's sliding up my ass! Eeeeee, Hal! God, darling, fuck it deeper!"
She was thrashing wildly. She could help it. She'd never felt anything like this before. His prick filled her butt. She could feel the way the veins and bumps rippled past her spasming asshole and sank into her dark depths.
It was thrilling after all-a little burning, maybe, but that would pass after the first few times. It had burned a little when he'd popped her cherry that night at the lake so many years ago.
She buried her face into the pillow and moaned with heated joy. They were together again. They'd worked it out. They would finish working it out
She was taking her husband's hot, slippery prick up her ass finally, and that was nearly half of it. Now, all she had to do was suck his prick off and swallow his cum, and she would have done her part to making their marriage good again.
He wouldn't be able to refuse to suck her pussy and her asshole any more. Not after she'd done her part.
She slipped her fingertips up and down her satiny slit and moaned heatedly. She wouldn't have to masturbate any more. She wouldn't have to slink around and flirt with men and then run off and flick her heated clit to orgasm.
Well, not as much, anyway. Or, better yet, they could masturbate together, just the way they'd started tonight. She'd let him watch her spread her legs and swirl her hand over her pussy until she came. Then she'd watch him jack his hand up and down his cock, and she'd play with his sperm as it came spurting from his prick. And then they'd fuck. Ohhhh, how they'd fuck!
"Ohhhh, Hal! I'm coming, darling! Fuck me harder! All the way in my asshole! Ahhhhhgh, come in me again! Flood my ass with your hot, lovely sperm, darling, and then I'll suck your prick off! All the way, Hal! I promise I will!"
Her ass lifted and thrashed. Her buttocks clamped tightly around her son's cock, stripping the tube, milking it, believing it was her husband's wonderful prick imbedded in her butt.
"Ohhhh, darling, talk to me!" she gasped. "Tell me it's good! Tell me you like fucking my ass at last! Hal, I don't care if you fucked that girl tonight! Really, I don't! Not any more! How can I mind, darling, when you already know I tried to fuck Zach! Ah! Darling! Hal, I'm going to come! Ohhhhh, deeper! Fuck-up my ass! Yes, yes! Now, darling! NOWWWW!"
Pete hung onto his mother's bucking body for dear life. She exploded under him. Her legs shot in all directions, and her arms burst from under her body and whipped at the pillows.
Her spine arched to a tight curve, and her head jerked up as she opened her throat and bellowed out her wild orgasm. Her butt lifted back against him at the same time and swallowed his cock, her buttocks nipping at his belly as if she were trying to suck his whole body up her quivering ass.
Pete tried to hang on. But the twisting and thrashing and nipping were too much. And the thought of having his mother's sweet, full lips sink down on his cock and pull the sperm from his balls into her throat sent his mind reeling.
"BWAAAH!" he blurted, his compressed lips exploding open with the rush of air from his lungs.
He lunged against his mother's ass and shuddered violently, sending another charge of hot young sperm into her body.
"Ah! Ahhhhgh!" Lila cried.
Her eyes popped open. Her body throbbed and pulsed. Her pussy squirted cunt-juice as she spasmed from head to toe. That wasn't Hal lying along her back with his cock imbedded in her bucking, squeezing ass!
"PETE!" she yelled.
"Mom!" he cried, gasping. "Ohhhhh, Mom!
Fm corning again! Your asshole! AHHHHHH-HGH!"
"No! No! God, no! Don't come in me! Don't fuck me! Ahhhgh, I've been fucking my own son! Don't...ohhhh, look what you're making me do, Pete! Ohhhh, God!"
She curled up, twitching and tossing, her ass bucking back and forth. She felt her son's prick burst inside her ass again, sending slippery sperm into her depths like a hot enema.
She yelled for him to stop, but she didn't know why. He'd already come in her. In her pussy and in her ass. There was no reason he should stop for the third time.
Besides, she didn't want him to stop. Not just at that moment. He'd set her off again. The discovery that it was her son's cock touching bottom in her pussy, reaming out her virginal asshole, was more than she could bear.
She thrashed and churned and spasmed all over, great waves of orgasm. All the things she'd babbled! God, he knew them all now! Her son!
She felt ready to kill him for pulling this mad, shameful trick on his stupid mother. But then, as she felt her asshole pulse and shake around his throbbing root, she realized that two terrible problems had been solved by her son.
She'd gotten the strange prick fucked into her that she'd been yearning for, and without all the messiness an affair with somebody like Zach would make.
And she wasn't an ass-virgin any longer.
"Ahhhhhgh, Pete!" she cried, reaching around to cup his head against the back of her neck. "Darling, you don't know how Mommy really loves you for fucking her ass! Thank you for pulling such a sneaky, sneaky trick, Pete!"
"My pleasure, Mom," Pete gasped, shuddering again. "Ohhh, don't suck my prick yet, Mom. I gotta rest!"
"Ohhhh, rest, darling. Rest!"
She lifted her head up and back to kiss her son fully on his gasping mouth, her body twisting around, her ass thrust back against his imbedded cock.
That was what Hal and Sandy saw when they burst through the door and made the light flare on-Pete, balls-deep in his mother's ass, squeezing her firm, pointed tit while he Frenched her mouth and massaged her pussy with his other hand.
"Ohhhh, Daddy!" Sandy squealed, hugging her father around his hips, her hand over his bowed, shiny prick. "Pete and Mommy are fucking, too!"
Lila snatched her mouth from her son's. She gasped with shock. Then she stared at her husband and her daughter.
She saw the cum-slick cock bowing from her husband's loins. She watched the way her daughter fingered the big prick intimately. She saw the gleam of pussy-juice and sperm trickling down her daughter's inner thighs.
There was a pinkish cast to the rivulet of juice-a hue that could be from only one thing. When she looked closer and saw the ring of pink around the base of his root, her suspicions were confirmed.
"You fucked her!" she cried. "Your own daughter! You fucked her cherry out of her!"
"Ohhhh, yes, Mommy. Yes!" Sandy moaned. She rushed forward and knelt at the side of the bed and caressed her mother's head. "And it didn't hurt, Mommy! I didn't have to go to the hospital! Ohhhh, I'm so happy!"
Lila looked at her daughter. The brightness of her face, the pretty, young joy on it, told her more than two hours of explanations ever would.
She glanced at her husband. She started to make a chiding expression. Before she could, he grinned gently.
"Enjoying yourself, honey?" he asked quietly. "That's some little ass-fucker we raised. I caught him with his cock up Sandy's ass, too."
Lila gasped. She looked at Sandy. "Up your ass!" She hadn't missed the sequence of her family's fucking. "Before your pussy!"
Sandy giggled and nodded at her mother. "Isn't it great, Mommy? I don't know which I like better, do you?"
Lila gasped. She licked her lips. Her bung squeezed around her son's prick again. Pete was holding it deep in her ass, as if to hide it from his father. He didn't know if the old man would tolerate catching him a second time-particularly when it was up his wife's butt.
Lila gasped again. She watched her husband approach the bed. He was grinning like some kind of idiot. Then she saw the humor or the irony or the joyousness of it-whatever the hell it was.
"I think it's wonderful to be fucked up my ass, darling," she groaned huskily, kissing her daughter. She held out her arms. "Oh, Hal-darling, come here!"
He went to her. His prick bowed toward her face. She took it in her hand. She felt the slipperiness of her daughter's pussy on the heavy shaft. She smelled the aroma of cunt-honey there, but she didn't mind at all this time.
"Hal," she said huskily. "We've got some unfinished business, Hal."
"I know," he said.
"Go out, kids," Lila said.
"Not yet, Mommy," Sandy said softly. "We all have some unfinished business. We all need to be together a little bit longer." She got onto the bed beside her mother and her brother. She opened her legs wide, lifting her knees back to her tits, exposing her pretty, wet pussy and her pink, winking little asshole.
"Show her, Daddy. Show her what I taught you to do to my hot little bottom!"
Hal swallowed. He glanced at his wife. His prick throbbed in her hand. He got onto the bed and stretched himself so that his cock was near Lila's face. He stared into the pinkness of his daughter's pussy.
"You didn't really teach me, Sandy," he said softly.
"But I let you practice on me, Daddy," she said, weaving her lifted butt, making her pussy squeeze out fresh honey so that it trickled over the little pocket at the bottom of her twat and ran into her deep ass-crack and over her shitter.
"Practice?" Pete said, lifting up to look.
Sandy looked at her brother. "You can practice on me, too, Pete. For Rhonda. She's going to love this-just love it!"
Hal put his hands on the backs of his daughter's thighs. He gave his wife another glance. Then he pursed his lips and thrust his tongue between them. He drew closer to Sandy's leaking pussy and pulsing asshole.
"Ohhhh, Hal!" Lila gasped, squeezing his prick, staring at his tongue and lips and her daughter's twitching cunt all at the same time.
"Eeeee, Daddy!" Sandy cried joyously.
Hal dove into the wetness. His tongue swirled in it. He heard his wife gasp as she watched and imagined how it was going to be with her hot, wet pussy when he licked up her flowing juice and tongued her asshole and made her scream her head off.
"Hal, that's wonderful!" she cried. "Oh, Hal! At last! At long last, darling!"
She opened her mouth. She plunged down over his prick. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of it, stripping it, making love to it.
She felt the swelling in her mouth. She felt the velvety stretch toward the back of her throat. Her head spun with delight.
She was doing it!
She watched her husband gobble and slurp at their daughter's trembling pussy. She watched Sandy's pointed tits spire and jiggle on her chest.
She saw the bliss spread over her daughter's face, and she knew how infinitely delicious his tongue and lips were going to feel on her own pussy.
Her asshole throbbed. It snugged tightly around her son's prick. She began to move her hips, fucking him with her ass again.
"Ohhhh, Mom!" Pete gasped. "So tight! So slippery! Mom, I love fucking your ass!"
Hal watched his son. He could see over Sandy's belly. He watched the long cock on his son slide wetly in and out of Lila's pinching asshole.
The boy had come in her already, there was no question of that. He didn't mind. Not really. Not if he'd opened her butt up and showed her how good it was. Not when he was going to get the benefit of his son's big, wet prick.
He lapped and sucked at his daughter's streaming pussy. The taste was familiar now. It was delicious. He didn't know how he'd gone this long without even trying to suck his wife's pussy.
He rimmed the little asshole again. He thrust his tongue deep into it. He rolled his eyeballs and saw that his wife was watching, and he heard Pete groan with pleasure again, and he knew that her freshly fucked asshole had just squeezed.
His prick throbbed in her sucking mouth. It was like a telegraph signal. He was telling her with a jerk of his prick that he knew what her tight bung had just done. He winked at her, too.
She winked back. She pursed her lips fully and stripped up his raging prick, fluttering her tongue over the underside of the head at the same time, signaling him back.
"Ohhhh, Daddy! I'm going to come!" Sandy cried suddenly.
She twisted and thrashed her little ass. She felt her father's tongue spear into her bung and then lick up her pussy-slit. She smiled happily. She knew he and her mother were going to get along just fine from now on.
She closed her eyes. She dreamed of Riley. Her father was terrific at sucking her pussy. And her brother was good at fucking her ass. Both of them would be thrilling at fucking her in all ways possible, she knew that. But Riley would be best.
"Ohhhhh, practice, Pete, practice!" she cried. "When you've practiced on Mommy, you get to practice on me!"
"I will, Sis!" Pete gasped. "If I've got anything left after Mom sucks it all out of me!"
"I'll suck it, Pete," Lila moaned, lifting her mouth from her husband's prick for a moment. "And not just with my tingling ass, either. You're going to have to teach your dad how to hit bottom in my pussy."
"After I practice?" Pete grinned.
"All you want, darling!"
"Lila!" Hal gasped.
Lila thrust her mouth down over her husband's prick quickly. She felt the tremble in her fingers. She didn't want to miss a drop. Not one-not ever again.
"Daddy!" Sandy croaked, shuddering, stretching her thighs wide, feeling her pussy quiver out of control as the waves crashed through her young, yearning body again.
"Mom!" Pete cried, thrusting his cock deeply, into the very depths of her clutching, fucking ass. His sperm rushed forth one more time, equal to the demands of his youthful balls.
"Nnnnnn!" Lila squealed in the back of her throat. She couldn't say any more. Her mouth was suddenly filled with boiling, spurting, floods of sperm.
She drank it all down. She drank and drank, because it kept coming.
And right at the last, just when her ass was full of her son's sperm, her beautiful, lovely daughter stretched her neck and opened her mouth and clamped it over her pussy, sucking hard, giving her a hint of what she would soon get from her husband.
Her pussy-juice flowed with no shame at all Onto the lapping, slurping tongue.
It was going to be some vacation, all right. A hell of a fine family vacation.
