A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be known.
The people within a particular society usual-ly are well aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main character of this novel.
Sally Tucker is a young girl possessed of deep and abiding passions, voyeuristic passions which control her life and lead her to overstep the bounds of acceptable behavior time and time again. In her search for voyeuristic satisfaction, the fiery youth is helplessly driven to take her pleasure where she can, risking everything for the promise of gratification.
HORNY PEEPING FAMILY's the story of how Sally's voyeurism affects and alters her whole family.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sally Tucker had the sort of ass that drove men-and women who were so inclined-wild with desire.
And she had the body to go with it.
Although she was only a teenager, Sally had already blossomed into a nubile young lady and, although she was still a virgin, she knew how sexy she was and loved to see the desire in men's eyes as they looked at her. She played her role to the hilt, posing and squirming, feigning innocence and displaying sensuality.
When Sally sauntered past a line of men waiting at a bus stop or a box office, their pricks would shoot up as if they were presenting them in a military salute. Sally never failed to notice this and it amused and satisfied her.
She felt sure that, as soon as those gentlemen had some privacy, they were going to jack off while they thrilled to fantasies about fucking her. Sally loved to picture that, the men grimacing and groaning, their faces contorted by fuck-lust so that they looked demented as their fists flew up and down on their big, stiff pricks.
She liked to consider the creamy conclusions.
The spunk would billow from their pricks like genies from a bottle, she thought-and if those seminal genies were to grant the masturbators the traditional three wishes, she felt sure they would all wish that they could fuck her three times.
She calculated that enough cum must have been spilled over thoughts of her to float a battleship-to launch, like Helen of Troy, a thousand ships.
Sally's ass was shaped like an upside-down valentine and her tits were high and pert and thrusting. Her whole bouncy young body was as pliant as an inflatable doll-and a lot warmer. She carried herself with a sort of mildly swaybacked bearing, so that she seemed to come at a man tits-first and to go away like a receding pendulum, that spectacular ass swinging from side to side far more than was necessary for simply walking.
She walked, in fact, like she was stuffed full of cock.
Her waist was tiny, emphasizing her sweeping hips and thrusting tits. Her legs were long and finely molded, the type of legs that seemed to have been designed expressly to be wrapped around a man's haunches like meaty hooks, trapping him in a velvet snare, while her churning ass shook his bones and rattled his teeth and fucked him silly.
Her hair was blonde and curly and her face was adorable, but possessed of a strange ambiguity, for while her big blue eyes were innocent and demure, her mouth was wide and full and sensual and seemed fashioned as a socket for a phallic plug.
Sally was an exhibitionist.
She simply loved to turn men on.
And she was a narcissist, too, and spent happy hours admiring her sexy body in the mirror, sometimes finger-fucking herself, often just getting turned on by the sight.
And Sally was also a voyeur.
It was the other side of the coin and every bit as enjoyable-and Sally never passed up the chance to secretly observe the sexual affairs of other people.
At the moment, Sally was spying on her sister....
The Tuckers lived in a large white house, almost a mansion, with a wide expanse of landscaping all around it. At the back of the lawn there was a gazebo, a columned platform with a swinging seat looking out across the flowered gardens and rolling lawns. It was a pretty and romantic spot.
Sally's sister, Melissa, liked to sit there with her numerous and ardent boyfriends.
Melissa was a year older than Sally, and was a sexy and desirable girl in her own right. She wasn't quite as gorgeous as Sally, but she had bigger tits and a teardrop-shaped bottom and golden hair that she wore tousled and casual, rather as if she had just crawled out of bedand was ready to be tumbled right back in.
Melissa was sitting on the swing with Jeff Barlow.
They were only talking, at the moment. But Sally expected them to do more than talk.
Sally knew that her sister had dated Jeff several times and figured that, by now, their friendship would have developed beyond the stage where they merely talked-and kissed, for that matter. Sally knew that her sister had a rigid schedule in her courtships. She might allow a young man a good-night kiss on a first date, but no more than that. On a second date he might be lucky enough to cop a feel of tit. A third date was good for some serious and heavy petting.
It was the latter activity that interested Sally.
Sally didn't know if Melissa was a virgin or not, but she sure as hell hoped not.
Sally wanted to watch her sister get fucked. Sally was hiding in the bushes, kneeling on the ground and peering through the branches. She was wearing a light cotton dress-and she had nothing on under that dress.
She had been wearing panties earlier.
But when, from her bedroom window, she saw Melissa lead Jeff towards the gazebo, Sally had removed those panties, the crotchband starting to get damp already. Sally was a practical girl. She figured that, if she got to see something interesting, she was going to want to give herself a nice hand-job while she observed it, and she saw no reason to encumber her pussy with panties.
She hadn't started playing with her cunt yet.
She was waiting, hopefully, to see some fucking.
Jeff Barlow was a tall, thin fellow with sandy hair and a different manner. He was a bit shy with girls and, being a middle-class lad, was rather surprised that Melissa Tucker had consented to go out with him, and even more surprised to find that she seemed to like him. He hadn't even tried to kiss her on their first date and on their second date had merely given her a good-night peck at the door.
This evening was the third time he'd been with Melissa and she had suggested they sit in the gazebo, instead of going to a movie.
He was nervous. Without a film to watch, it was necessary to make conversation and he wasn't very good at that. He was intelligent enough and could talk with other young men w as well as any of them, but when he was with a girl he seemed to lose all notion of how to formulate thoughts into words and became confused.
Melissa was wearing a frilly white dress that nicely showed off her deep suntan. The hem had ridden up her legs, displaying a nice expanse of bare thigh.
Jeff carefully avoided looking at her legs.
It was dusk, and long purple shadows were stretching across the rolling landscape, the air still retaining the heat of the day. Maybe that was why Jeff was sweating.
They hadn't spoken for some minutes.
Sally, kneeling in the bushes, wished that they would hurry up and do something.
Preferable, that they would fuck.
But anything would do. Even if they simply kissed, it would turn Sally on because, confirmed voyeur that she was, the naughty little girl took her pleasure from the fact that she was secretly spying as much as from what she was spying on.
It would make her horny to see them kiss, especially if they French kissed, swapping tongues back and forth.
Her hot little pussy was already simmering, even though nothing had happened, her lust inspired by her own hidden presence.
Jeff knew that he should say something.
He desperately wanted to make some witty remark or some intelligent comment to impress lovely Melissa.
But he couldn't think of a damned thing to say.
Melissa, however, did not seem uncomfortable with the lull in the conversation. More self-confident than Jeff, she regarded him with an amused gaze.
"Gee-it's pretty here," Jeff mumbled.
"Do you think so?"
"Oh, yeah. Pretty."
He was aware that his conversation was not exactly thrilling, and he started to blush. His Adam's apple shifted in his throat.
Melissa moved a bit closer.
"Don't you think that I'm pretty, too?" she asked.
"Oh, gee-yeah!" he exclaimed. "You're shy, aren't you?"
"I guess so. I've never been much of a lady's man."
She had shifted closer yet. The length of her thigh was pressed against his.
"It makes me wonder if you don't like me," she said. But her bantering tone showed that she was merely teasing him and wondered no such thing.
"Sure I do!" he squawked, and his voice broke.
"I'd never know it."
"Well, gee-I mean-what should I do?"
"You might kiss me," said Melissa. Jeff gulped.
In the bushes, Sally thought: Oh boy!
Melissa tilted her head. Jeff hesitated. Then he moved his mouth to hers, kissing her very lightly, their lips just brushing. He drew back almost at once.
"That wasn't much of a kiss," Melissa said, pouting.
Jeff was distraught.
Was she teasing him? Was she serious? Why would a gorgeous girl like Melissa want a skinny guy like him to kiss her?
He had no self-confidence whatsoever. He lived in fear of a girl's mockery. He thought that if he tried to really kiss her passionately, she would scorn him-that she was leading him on so that she could scorn him, in fact. Jeff had little experience with girls. He had kissed a few, but they had all been middle or lower class. He had never got beyond the stage of feeling a tit through a bra. Jeff, at eighteen, had never known sexual release except byand through-his own pounding fist.
Melissa was waiting, her lips slightly parted.
Jeff kissed her again.
This time her hand moved up behind his head, holding him to her, and she began to grind her mouth on his. He could feel the hardness of her teeth through the softness of her sweet lips. His arm moved up, hesitated, then slipped around her shoulders. She twisted from the waist, curling into his embrace. Her tongue probed at his lips. Jeff couldn't believe it! That hot tongue slipped into his mouth and he sucked on it automatically, his own tongue twining around it. When Melissa's tongue withdrew, his tongue followed it into her mouth and she sucked on his tongue, causing the youth to tremble violently.
"That's better," she said, when their lips parted at last.
"Oh, gee-you're a good kisser," he said nervously. Melissa giggled at that inanity.
"Let's kiss a lot, okay?" she said. Jeff nodded, wide eyed, amazed. "And-you can touch me, too," she whispered.
He stiffened in shock. Melissa giggled at his reaction. She took his hand and guided it to her tit. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead. His whole body was vibrating. His teeth rattled together as his jaw worked spasmodically.
His hand just lay there on her tit.
Melissa sighed with impatience.
It was fun to tease a shy young man, to take the initiative and enjoy his startled reactions.
But there was a limit to it.
Melissa was in the mood to get felt up, and Jeff was carrying this shyness too damned far!
She squirmed against him, rubbing her plump tit around in his hand.
He still did nothing.
Melissa cupped her own hand over his and tightened her grip, closing his palm and fingers around her tit. When she drew her hand away, Jeff continued to squeeze her tit gently. He felt her rigid nipple against his palm and drew his fingers up, slowly pulling and massaging that stiff tit tip.
"That's better," she breathed.
They kissed again, tongues swapping.
In the bushes, Sally held her breath. Her lips trembled and her tongue worked as if she, too, were being kissed.
She was getting carried away with the vicarious thrill, the visual stimulation, as if her eyes were an erogenous zone, as if she were touching the young couple with her gaze.
More, she thought. Do more!
Sally wanted to start rubbing her cunt but she forced herself to wait. She didn't want to come prematurely, in case there were going to be even more exciting things to see.
And there were!
Melissa was squirming and writhing around, rubbing herself against Jeff like a purring cat. She licked at his lips and shoved her tongue into his mouth. His hand continued to caress her tit in the same way, showing no inventiveness.
Her dress had been drawn up almost to her crotch now.
She wore tiny bikini panties.
She slowly parted her thighs. The narrow crotchband of the panties was soaking wet.
But Jeff didn't see this. His eyes were closed in the ecstasy of the embrace, the kissing and that feel of fat tit. Melissa took his hand and drew it from her tit. Jeff, shy lad, supposed that she was stopping him from feeling her up, that he had had as much as she was willing to allow him, and he placed his hand on her hip, not wanting to offend her by demanding more.
Melissa made a barely audible, exasperated sound.
She took his hand again-and drew it down to her groin.
Jeff gasped when he realized what she was doing, where she had guided his hand. He cupped her hot cunt. It was the first cunt the innocent lad had ever touched and he was thrilled to the very marrow of his bones by the sweet mystery. The heat of her burning loins warmed his forearm. She moved against him, her trim tummy pushing up, her slim back arching deeply. Her pussy felt hot against his hand and he could feel her cunt juices flow.
"Do you like to touch me there, Jeff?" she purred.
His lips moved but no words would come out. His vocal cords seemed as stiff as his prick.
And Melissa had already noticed the stiffness of that prick as it became a huge lump in his trousers.
"It feels so good," she sighed. "I like you touching me."
The naughty girl drew the crotchband of her panties aside so that he could feel her bare cunt. Jeff ran his fingers up the unfurled cuntlips and over her tingling clit.
"Oooooh," she sighed. "Ummmm, that's nice."
She clung to him, her ass grinding on the seat.
"Put your finger in me," she whispered.
Jeff slowly pushed his middle finger up her pussy. Her slippery cunt grasped his finger, rippling.
"Move it in and out," she suggested.
He began slowly finger-fucking her, pushing his middle finger in to the knuckle, then drawing it back out, coated with pussy nectar. After a while he began using two fingers, then three, his wrist tilting as he fucked them up her hot cunthole. His thumb began to rub against her clit.
"Oooooooh-you'll make me come!" she whimpered. Jeff hesitated, uncertain, moving into a new domain of uncharted encounters. What did she mean?
Did she mean that he should stop fingerfucking her before he made her come-or that she wanted to come?
"Do it faster," she demanded.
Jeff began fucking his three stiff fingers up her pussy slot and his thumb whipped back and forth on her clit.
Melissa was vibrating all over now. Her lips were grinding wildly on his and she was panting into his mouth like a steam engine. Her pussy tightened, clinging to his probing fingers and her stiff clit was as explosive as a stick of dynamite under his caressing thumb.
"Oh-oh-oh!" she cried, as the thrill began to race laterally across her belly and to run in electric currents through her trembling thighs. A fiery glow was igniting in her loins.
"Don't stop!" she wailed.
Jeff had no intention of stopping.
He was looking down now, fascinated by the first cunt he had ever seen, as his fingers disappeared into those sweet depths. Her cuntlips were peeled open and her pussy slot was flooded with juice, her whole hairy groin lathered and frothy.
Suddenly a great spasm seized her.
"I'm creaming!" she whimpered.
Her pussy melted on his fingers and her clit exploded against his thumb as the girl reached the peak of her passion. He could feel her cunt contract and ripple and he watched her cunt juice pour out and run down her crotch, seeping into the tight crack of her ass. It thrilled him to know that his hand had caused this outpouring of liquid lust, that he had actually made her come! He kept stabbing into her pussy, his thumb going back and forth like a windshield wiper on her clit.
He worked her off to the dregs.
"Ummm-lovely," she purred.
She smiled with contentment.
Jeff was stunned by what had happened....
And Sally, too, was stunned-and not at all contented.
From her vantage point in the bushes, Sally was able to see his hand dip between her sister's legs, but she had not been able to see Melissa's pussy getting fingered and it frustrated her to know there was fingerfucking going on just out of sight.
She could hear Melissa's cunt squish.
She heard the girl moan as she creamed.
Sally cupped a hand over her own fiery pussy, ready to rub herself off, wishing that it was someone else's hand doing the job and wishing that there was more to see.
Her cunt felt like a burning ember in her hand.
She began to rub her hot pussy. But then her wishes were granted. "I'll do you, now," said Melissa. Jeff groaned with anticipation. It was what he wanted. And it was what Sally wanted to see....
CHAPTER TWO
Melissa laughed gaily, enjoying the calculated effect that her words had on the horny young man. He was staring at her like a hungry dog and the lump in his trousers was throbbing.
She thought about teasing him.
Melissa had always liked the idea of being a cock-teaser and she knew it would be thrilling to lead Jeff on, maybe play with his prick just a little bit, then refuse to finish the jobleaving him to his own devices. She would have enjoyed watching him jack off.
But, on the other hand, she always enjoyed pumping a man's prick, too, and that was even more attractive a proposition than teasing him. She loved to feel a cock swell in her fist, knowing that it was about to shoot, and then watch the thick jism spurt out of his prick.
Melissa would have had to tease herself as much as she was teasing Jeff, and the naughty teenager was far too self-indulgent for that. She just wasn't cut out to be a cock-teaser, no matter how attractive the idea seemed in theory.
She gazed at him for a moment, teasing with her eyes.
Then she began to unbuckle his belt.
Jeff was frozen by his desire, rooted in place by his raging passion. He watched her deft hands move on his clothing, amazed at finding himself in this situation.
He thought that Melissa must be in love with him!
Why else would she have allowed him to finger-fuck her? Why else would she open his fly? Melissa was a good and wholesome girlsurely she would do such things only for love.
Jeff imagined that this must be the first time that she had ever behaved this way, just as it was the first time for him. His belt was released.
She unsnapped the waistband of his trousers and then grasped the tab of his zipper. She didn't draw it down immediately.
This, thought Jeff, was the crucial moment. His prick was not yet released, her sins not compounded. If she was going to back out at the last moment, this was the time to do it. Was she having second thoughts, doubts, inhibitions? Had purity overcome passion?
But he had to admit that there was not much purity in the girl's expression as she gazed down at the bulge in his trousers, smiling with anticipation.
She drew the zipper down an inch and paused. She drew it down another inch. Couldn't she take the plunge? He was fairly stricken by fuck-lust now, paralyzed by passion. The front of his trousers raised up like a tent as his cock towered higher. Melissa drew his zipper back up an inch and he gasped. She began pulling it down, then pulling it back up, as if she was unable to decide. But she went a bit lower each time, and not quite so high on the drawback. He clenched his teeth, trembling. Melissa giggled.
She pulled the zipper all the way down. His fly spread open in a wide vee. He was wearing white cotton shorts and his prick had dragged them up with it, stretching the elastic waistband. Shrouded in that white cotton, it looked like the ghost of a cock, a horny spook wrapped in a sheet and rattling the chains of desire.
Melissa gazed at the shrouded cock meat speculatively.
She touched the tip with her fingers. A dark, damp patch instantly spread out on the stretched cotton. It embarrassed Jeff to have this happen, but Melissa gave a little squeal of lust. Slipping her fingers under the elastic, she lifted his shorts and then drew them down past his cock and balls. She gave a little moan when she looked upon his exposed prick.
His cock was standing like a lighthouse, the cockhead glowing, warning of the rocky shoals below. The cock knob was a dark purple slab, throbbing and pulsating, incandescent with lust. The cleft was parted and frothy pre-cum was oozing out. The stalk of his cock was thick, seamed by a fat, dark vein running up the underside, and his balls were like overinflated balloons.
Jeff knew that he had a fine, big prick.
He had often compared his cock to those of the other boys in the shower room, and few could compete with him in size.
Nevertheless, he certainly didn't expect an innocent girl like Melissa to have a frame of reference, and it surprised him when she said: "Ooooh! You've got a big one!"
How did she know his cock was big? Had she seen other cocks? Jeff would have liked to think that his was the first cock that the girl had ever encountered. But he was certainly not about to ask any questions at the moment, with his urgent need raging. His prick was bucking like a bronco. His fucker was so stiff it seemed to be humming like a tuning fork. He leaned back in the seat, causing the swing to rock gently, pushing his towering cock rod up from his thrusting loins.
Melissa touched the dripping prick knob tentatively, then drew her hand back as if she had been burned.
Jeff's shyness had evaporated in the blazing heat of his lust and he rasped: "Touch it, Melissa!"
Melissa cupped his bloated balls in one hand, squeezing gently, lifting the big bag as if she were trying to judge how much jism was stored in the hairy container.
She folded her other hand around the root of his cock.
She squeezed his prick, then began to skim her hand lightly up and down, stroking his cock from balls to knob. It occurred to the lad that she knew exactly how to jack a fellow off. He wondered how on earth she had figured it out. Maybe it was the sort of thing that was instinctive, he thought. Maybe when a guy put a prick in a girl's hand, she began to frig it automatically.
Her grip tightened.
She stroked upward and his foreskin curled over the flaring ledge behind his cock head, and then her fist pumped down and his cock head flared out like a hooded cobra about to strike.
Jeff groaned with pleasure, his eyes narrowing, his lips slack with lust as he began to pant heavily.
Melissa was smiling" happily.
She seemed to be enjoying herself.
It was all a total mystery to Jeff....
Sally had crawled closer and a little to one side, so that she could get an unhindered view of the action. Her eyes blazed with animal lust as she stared at Jeff's big, pulsating prick and watched her sister's delicate fist skim up and down on his fat fucker. She was on her hands and knees, her pretty face pushing through the shrubbery. She brought one hand up between her legs and began to apply a steady massage to her creamy cunt. She rubbed her pussy slowly and steadily, trying to time it right, so that she would come at the same time that Jeff shot his hot, thick cum-load onto Melissa's pumping fist.
Sally's clit sparked and fluttered.
Her cuntlips had unpeeled so much that her pussy seemed to be turning inside out, and a heavy flow of cunt juice was running in glistening ribbons down her thighs.
She pushed two fingers up her cunt slot, fucking them in and out at the same tempo that her sister was jacking Jeff's prick and observing that hand-job with total fascination....
Jeff was surging towards the peak.
His heels drummed on the ground and his ass lifted from the swaying seat as he fucked through Melissa's stroking fist. She was leaning over him, gazing at the head of his cock as she beat his meat, eager to watch the quicksilvery cream shoot out of his cock. Slime was drooling steadily from his cleft now and running down the slope of his cock knob, welling up against her thumb and forefinger and the web between. The sticky stuff thrilled Melissa, who was inordinately fond of jism and adored jerking horny boys off.
"Come," she whispered, her voice tense with passion. "Come, Jeff, shoot for me!"
His head rocked back, eyes glazed.
The muscles knotted in his thighs and he clenched his fists at his sides and a low moan came from his trembling lips.
Melissa felt his balls tighten.
She wailed with delight as she felt the hot cum rush up his cock shaft and then she cried out with joy as the thick cream came out of his cock head like a rocket. A great glob of spunk hosed high into the air, glinting like a silvery spaceship in the twilight. Melissa turned her head, her eyes following the trajectory of that lump of spunk as it rose higher and higher, past his shoulder, over his head. Her hand was still pumping, pulling more spurts of cum from his cock and balls, but Melissa was intrigued by that first high-flying shot of cum, watching it ascend and then hang suspended for an instant, like a thick white cloud, before it began its descent.
Jeff had shot cum right over his shoulder.
His spunk was falling into the bushes behind them.
And, kneeling in those bushes, Sally looked up, watching that glob of thick jism arc overhead and begin to fall.
It was falling right toward her!
Sally gave a little squeal of joy, her face turned up, her eyes glued on the descending cum-load.
The hot jizz splashed in her face.
Cum ran down her cheek and dripped from her chin. Her moist lips were parted. A frothy line of spunk flowed across her lower lip. The pink tip of her tongue slid across after it, gathering the cum up. Sally had never tasted cum before.
Jism was delicious!
She licked her lips, purring happily.
Then she realized that she had been discovered!
Melissa had followed the arc of that cumshot as it rose and then fell and, looking behind her to see where it landed, she was dismayed to find her kid sister kneeling in the bushes. She saw the jism splatter in Sally's upturned face.
"Oh, my God," she groaned.
Her hand was still pumping steadily away, like a well-oiled piston gliding up and down, and each time her fist fell she milked another shot of jism out of Jeff's potent balls and pubescent prick. The cum was still hosing out under pressure and flying all over the place, but Melissa had eyes only for that first thick glob, the wad that had splashed in Sally's face. Cum dripped from the girl's chin.
Sally and Melissa stared at each other in mutual shock.
Jeff sighed with relief, his cock emptied at last, the final drops of cum just oozing out.
He turned to smile at Melissa, to show his gratitude.
Then he saw Sally, too.
It was, to say the least, an embarrassing moment for all three horny teenagers....
CHAPTER THREE
Melissa found her voice first.
"Why, you dirty little snoop!" she cried, blushing with shame and flushing with anger at the same time.
Sally lowered her eyes in embarrassment at having been caught playing the voyeur. As she gazed down, she could see the cum glistening on her cheeks and chin.
Jeff had seen that cum, too.
Although his cock had just been milked to the bone, the sight of his creamy jism on Sally's adorable face sent a lance of lust driving through his loins and his prick gave a great lurch and then snapped right back into a vibrant hard-on.
"How dare you spy on us?" Melissa said, stamping her foot in rage.
"I-I didn't mean to," Sally said.
"Ha!"
Jeff looked back and forth between the two sisters, embarrassed, himself, but fascinated by the cum on Melissa's hand and, more, by the jism that was congealing on Sally's sweet face.
Sally was thinking fast and hard, wondering what possible excuse or explanation she could make, what mission might have brought her innocently into the bushes behind the gazebo. Would her sister believe that she had lost something there and was looking for it on her hands and knees? That she had been playing hide-and-seek but her friends must have given up looking for her and gone home? That she had suddenly taken an interest in birdwatching or studying insects? It didn't seem likely. She had simply been caught spying on them.
Melissa was acting more angry than she actually felt, to compensate for her mortification and having been seen giving her boyfriend a hand-job, all her emotions magnified by her shame.
"You're a dirty little sneak, Sally!" she rasped.
But Sally also had a quick temper. She raised her head and looked back at her older sister, anger dancing in her eyes.
"Well, maybe I am a snoop," she hissed. "But if you weren't doing something naughty, there wouldn't have been anything to snoop on, would there, sister dear?"
"How dare you!" cried Melissa.
"And maybe I'm a sneak, too-but if I'm a sneak, you're a jacker off! So there!"
Melissa wailed with outrage.
But she realized that it had not been wise, under the circumstances, to have been so antagonistic.
She said: "Well-we're both wrong, I suppose."
"But you're a lot more wrong!"
"Let's just forget about it, okay?" Melissa said, trying to appease her angry sister now.
Sally had begun to enjoy herself, now that she had gone on the offensive. She saw that it was true that a good offense was the best defense.
"How can I forget it?" she snapped. "Here I am, an innocent young virgin who's never even seen a stiff prick before-and suddenly I get my face full of cum!"
Melissa gasped.
Jeff, despite himself, had to grin.
"It might have a traumatic effect on me," Sally pouted.
"Oh, don't be silly."
Sally had just had a brilliant idea!
She loved to watch her sister fool around with boys-and now she had the goods on her!
Thoughts of blackmail danced in Sally's naughty mind.
"Well, maybe not-but I do think that I'd better ask daddy about it, just to be sure. I mean, I'd hate to have a trauma. I'd better see if daddy thinks I'll need psychological advice."
Melissa was aghast.
"You wouldn't tell daddy!" she wailed. Sally batted her big blue eyes and looked impish. "Sure I would," she said.
"Sally! You mustn't!"
"Gosh, no!" Jeff added quickly.
"I wonder what daddy will say when he finds out you jerk boys off in the gazebo?" Sally speculated. "Boy! I bet he'll be mad as a hornet! I wonder if he'll spank you, Melissa."
Melissa flushed at the thought. Surely she was too old to be spanked-but the thought of having her handsome father whacking her on her shapely ass was strangely exciting.
"Please don't, Sally-don't say anything," she pleaded.
"Well-maybe I won't."
"It isn't traumatic, honest."
"Isn't it? I'm glad to know that-on account of it was lots of fun watching you do it."
Melissa knew her naughty sister well, and she could tell there was something very devious going on in Sally's mind.
"In fact, I wouldn't mind watching some more," Sally chirped with an impish grin, spunk glistening on her smiling lips.
Jeff thought that was a splendid idea.
Melissa gasped. "Sally-you pervert!"
Sally shrugged with indifference.
"Watching isn't as perverted as doing it," she said.
"Well, I'm certainly not going to do anything while you're watching us. And that's final!" Melissa snapped.
Jeff looked glum.
Sally shrugged again.
"Suit yourself," she said. She started to get up, then paused to lower her skirt demurely over her crotch. "I'll leave you two alone, in that case. I'll go have a word with daddy, instead."
"Ohhh!" wailed Melissa.
Jeff said: "Gee, Melissa-we'll be in bad trouble if she tells your father on us. Maybe you ought to let her watch while you jerk me off again, huh?"
Melissa shot him a withering look.
"Not for me!" he hastily added. "Just to keep your sister from ratting on us!"
"Well-" Melissa paused. In a dark and sordid fashion, it was rather exciting to think of jerking Jeff off while horny little Sally watched. "Well, I think it's wicked-but I suppose I'll have to, to keep you quiet."
Sally grinned happily and moved forward, into the gazebo. She sat on the floor, her legs crossed lotus fashion, right in front of themgetting a ringside seat, as it were.
Jeff's prick was big and stiff. The bizarre situation had no effect at all on his horniness and already his youthful balls had recharged themselves with another load of spunk.
Melissa, trying to look disinterested and above it all, folded her delicate fist around his cock, at the base. Her wrist was limp. She looked off to the side as if disgusted by the handful of cock and not willing to look at what she was doing.
She began to stroke Jeff's hard fucker.
Sally gazed in total absorption at his cock head as it began to glisten with pre-cum.
She remembered what his cum had tasted like when she licked it from her lips.
It gave her another wonderful idea!
Sexy Sally had, for some time, been wondering what it would be like to suck a cock. She didn't think that she was ready to do it, herself, yet. It wasn't the sort of thing that an innocent virgin was supposed to be doing, after all. But she saw no reason why an innocent virgin couldn't enjoy watching another girl suck a prick!
Especially if that other girl was her sister!
"Wait a minute," Sally said.
Melissa's hand faltered, missing a stroke.
Jeff grunted with impatience and gripped Melissa by the wrist, intending to jack himself off with her hand if she didn't get into the rhythm again damned soon.
"I already saw you jerk him off," Sally said. "This is boring."
"Well, it was your idea," Melissa protested.
"Yeah, but I'd rather see something different."
"Like what?" Melissa asked suspiciously.
Jeff, with a hopeful inkling of what Sally had in mind, gripped Melissa's wrist firmly, holding it at the base of his cock, not wanting her to frig him now-not if there were more exciting things possible! He stared at Sally, as did Melissa. Sally was looking bright, cheerful, happy-and a bit devilish, to boot.
"Have you ever sucked a cock, Melissa?" Sally asked.
"Sally! You're disgusting!" Melissa exclaimed.
"Yeah, I sure am," admitted Sally.
"I certainly won't do any such thing!"
"Okay-then I'll tell daddy what you did do."
Melissa glared at Sally.
Jeff was trembling all over.
"The little devil is blackmailing us," Melissa moaned.
"Yeah-but I guess you've got to do what she says, huh?" Jeff said, trying not to sound as keen about it as he felt. "I mean, it would be really awful if your father found out!"
But, in fact, Jason Tucker had already found out.
Voyeurism, like many things, can be an inherited trait.
And Jason Tucker had been watching all along!
CHAPTER FOUR
Rising from one corner of the big white house there was a turret extending above the steepled roof, and in the top story of the turret there was a circular room in which Jason Tucker had his desk and books and typewriter. He used it as a study and, laughingly, called it his ivory tower. Jason had always spent a great deal of time there, researching various subjects, improving his mind, writing long, elegant letters to the New York Times and the Washington Post-or often just daydreaming at the bay window.
Jason was an intellectual and, having enough money not to work, could afford to spend his days in such idle, admirable and unprofitable pursuits. He was a tall, lean, aristocratic gentleman, handsome in a debauched fashion, with pouches under his eyes and a crooked smile and a charming manner. His face was long and thin and his eyes were intense. He seemed to look upon the world with a mild tolerance, as if perfectly aware of all the numerous flaws of society but not inclined to make the effort to change them.
Everyone considered Jason the perfect gentleman.
Some called him effete, but no one called him a snob. He was indolent, but not lazy. He was an ineffectual dreamer, but the things of which he dreamed were in the tradition of the philosophers. He was well liked, respected and even admired in society.
He was also a flasher and a voyeur.
But no one, of course, knew about that.
No one, that is, except for the sexy young girls at whom, from time to time, he flashed his cock.
Jason was far too self-confident to feel embarrassed or ashamed of his exhibitionistic tendencies. He often wondered why he had such an un-likely quirk, but never really regretted it. He reasoned that it did no one any harm to have a prick flashed at them and, as long as he never got arrested for it, it was a harmless inclination.
He had been flashing his cock meat for years, ever since he was a boy. One day he had noticed his sister peering through the crack of the bathroom door as he was taking a leak. It had struck him instantly, that strange and undefinable thrill that came over him when a woman gazed upon his prick. He had thrust his hips forward, displaying his cock proudly, pretending that he was unaware of that sisterly observation. When he had finished pissing, he had stroked his cock, as if to shake the terminal drops out, giving the naughty girl an added thrill-and enhancing his own pleasure.
After that first time, he made a point of always leaving the bathroom door open whenever he pissed, leaving the shower curtain open when he stood under the spray and soaped his cock and balls, lathering his groin up nicely, while his sister peeked.
Soon he had moved on to more interesting things.
He took to jacking off in the bathroom sink-the door ajar, of course-and letting his sister watch as he beat his cock meat and shot the jism out in creamy loops.
One day it dawned on him that he also might enjoy the other side of the exhibitionist-voyeur syndrome.
He waited for his sister to take a shower.
Sure enough-for their minds must have run along the same tracks-that naughty young lady left the bathroom door ajar and the shower curtain undrawn, and Jason was able to get a long and interesting look at the naked girl as she soaped her plump tits and lathered her cunt. The soapsuds looked a lot like spilled spunk.
Jason discovered the fact that watching another person was as much fun as being watched.
They took turns watching each other after that."
Although both of them must have realized by this time that they were mutually aware of what they were doing, neither of them ever mentioned it and the arrangement was tacit.
It extended into Jason's later life.
About once a month, he went to the park, wearing a raincoat, shoes, long black socks held up by garters-and nothing else. He lurked there, like some pale, effete Dracula, waiting for likely young ladies to stroll past. Then he would step out from behind a tree and whip his raincoat wide open and show them his cock and balls.
Jason was a very effective flasher.
Unlike the common or garden variety of flasher, Jason did not display a soft and flaccid prick. His dark desire to display himself had nothing to do with impotence, as is often the case in regard to flashers. When Jason whipped open his raincoat, he displayed an enormous hard-on and balls as big as melons.
The sight stunned the young ladies. Some said: "Ooooh!" And some said: "Ahhhh!"
Some closed their eyes-but looked out from the slits. Others covered their faces with their hands-but gazed out through splayed fingers. The bolder ones called him a pervert, the more timid ones fled-but they all took a good long look at his spectacular prick before they did or said anything else.
These reactions were satisfying to Jason.
Ducking back behind the tree, he would beat his meat and, quickly and efficiently, shoot a load of spunk high into the leafy branches or into the bushes.
He had never been caught, and was seldom reported. At least, not reported to the authorities-for many of his young victims could not wait to tell their friends about the massive prick and bloated balls that had been flashed at them in the park.
Jason, philanthropically, liked to think that he was doing society a favor, as he took his pleasure.
And who could deny it?
Girls may have said that the flasher was perverted.
But girls continued to walk alone in the park.
Just as he had pursued his flashing tendencies, so did Jason Tucker carry on with his voyeurism.
He spied on his wife.
Claire was not a modest woman and they were, after all, married, so Jason could rightly see her naked whenever he chose. But he found it far more thrilling to see her through a keyhole or the crack of a door, and sometimes he even hid in the closet when she was dressing. The secrecy, the touch of depravity, gave him that erotic jolt he needed.
They often had house guests.
Jason had bored a spyhole into the guest room and watched with glee as the women displayed their nakedness before bed or in the morning. If he was lucky, he got a chance to watch the house guests fuck or suck or, if they were really naughty guests, bugger.
Once he saw a female guest, a married woman, quite sophisticated and proper, fuck herself with a dildo.
Jason had also been spying on his daughters for some time.
He loved to watch the girls as they dressed in the morning or got undressed for bed.
He adored the sight of the cute teenagers as they soaked in the bathtub or under the shower.
To begin with, his observations had been focused mainly on Melissa, but of late he had been doing a lot of spying on Sally, who already had the body of a nubile young lady and whose pert nipples seemed always to be stiff.
It was Jason's fond fantasy that one day he would see one of his daughters finger-fucking her pussy.
He was sure-he wanted to be sure-that both of the teenagers were finger-fucking themselves, and the thought of seeing one of them playing with her pussy drove Jason wild.
This evening, that dream had been more than fulfilled.
Jason had seen Melissa and Jeff as they mutually masturbated each other to orgasms.
Jason had been sitting by the bay window in his turret, thinking his deep thoughts, when he saw Melissa lead the lad out to the gazebo. Instantly, his thoughts turned to sex. It occurred to him that this might, indeed, be a sight to behold. He leaned forward, watching with avid interest.
When he saw them kiss, his big cock began to stir like some sleepy prehistoric beast rising from the primordial slime.
When he saw them fondle each other, his outsized prick started to jolt upwards in a series of telescoping increments, until soon it was standing like a heated crowbar.
Jeff was feeling Melissa's tits.
Jason figured he had better release his prick before it tore-or burned-a hole right through his trousers.
He opened his fly.
His cock jumped out like a coiled spring. Jason's cock was almost a foot long, and very thick.
The cock knob was shaped like a big mushroom, flushed a deep purple and starting to quiver with the heat of his arousal.
The cleft gaped open and pre-cum bubbled in the gap, a fat drop oozing out and running sluggishly down the slope of his prick knob and onto the fat cock shaft.
The thick vein that ran up the underside of his prick and spread out into the delta of his cock head was pulsating like a dark current, vibrant and tingling. His balls were so bloated that he had to part his lean thighs to make room for them.
He didn't commence beating his meat yet.
He was hoping there would be more to see.
As he leaned forward, towards the window-towards the erotic sight in the gazebo-his enormous cock stood up high above his loins.
He seemed to be aiming over the knob as if it were a gunsight.
And his hopes were fulfilled.
He saw his daughter getting finger-fucked.
He saw her tremble and writhe as she came.
He wrapped his fist around the root of his cock at that stage, but just held it, not pumping his prick yet and holding his breath as he waited to see what else there was to be seen.
His patience was rewarded.
He watched in fascination as Melissa drew Jeff's cock out and began to jack him off. Jason's eyes glowed like lasers as he focused on his daughter's fist, skimming up and down on the boy's prick.
"Oh, yes-jerk him off, Melissa," Jason murmured. "Let me watch you milk his prick."
When the lad came, Jason groaned with pleasure as he watched that thick, milky jism blasting out from Melissa's pumping hand. He saw Melissa's head turn as she watched the rise and fall of that cum-load, but Jason's attention was fixed on her hand as she continued to pump the abundant load of jizz from the boy's cock.
Jason finally took a stroke on his own cock.
His cock felt colossal in his fist. It felt as if he were trying to strangle a boa constrictor.
Jeff had stopped shooting off now, and Jason was able to look away for a moment now that the action had ceased. He was looking, in fact, for a suitable receptacle into which to spill his seething cum-load. He knew that he was going to pour a bucket of cum out, after having been so inspired by what he had just witnessed, and he didn't want to have the messy job of mopping up the whole room after he'd finished.
He spotted a jar on his desk.
It was shaped like a fruit jar, but had once contained moonshine whiskey-a gift from his wife, one of those joke gifts for the man who has everything. Jason had been amazed to discover that the moonshine was as smooth as the fine Scotch he usually drank, and a hell of a lot more potent. Now, thinking of that potency, he decided that the empty jar would be just the thing into which to empty his own potent jism. He snatched the jar up and held it with the mouth of the container tilted over the head of his prick.
Before he began to jack off, he looked back at the gazebo, hoping that Melissa was still holding Jeff's prick.
Jason gasped with surprise.
For there, crawling out from the bushes with cum congealing all over her pretty face, was Sally!
He saw the pink tip of her tongue slip across her lower lip! He saw his daughter licking up jism!
Jason forgot all about jacking off.
His prick throbbed violently, demandingly. He gripped his cock but did not pump it. He waited with bated breath to find out what visual thrill might next transpire.
And Jason was not disappointed....
CHAPTER FIVE
Melissa had, like her younger sister, been thinking for some time about sucking a prick.
She had never done more than jack a boy off, but cocks intrigued her. She adored the way cocks felt when they throbbed in her hand and loved the way the hot jism hosed from them when the boys climaxed. She had licked her fingers after jacking a boy off-when he wasn't looking, of course-and the taste of spunk was delightful, even when delivered manually. So she felt positive that it would be a real taste treat if she were to suck cum straight out of a big, stiff, spurting prick. She had intended to give some lucky boy a blowjob in the near future-as soon as the time and the place were right, in fact.
If Jeff had asked her to suck his cock that evening, or if he had even given her head a gentle shove in the right direction or thrust his prick suggestively up towards her mouth, Melissa would have willingly gone down on him and sucked his cock.
If he had realized that, of course, Jeff would have been only too eager to give those things.
But Jeff had been astounded that Melissa would even touch his prick, let alone jack him off, and he had never dreamed that a nice girl like Melissa would be a cock-sucker.
And for her part, Melissa thought it would be indelicate to start sucking a boy's cock without an invitation.
So it was that Melissa had conflicting feelings, at the moment, about the situation. She had no objections whatsoever to sucking cock. She was eager to find out what a mouthful of hot prick was like, but she was reluctant to suck Jeff's prick with her kid sister sitting there watching.
She would have been even more reluctant, had she known that her father was also watching, with every bit as much interest as Sally.
Her hand was still folded around his cock shaft.
She glanced at the tasty-looking prick, then slid a sideways look at Sally.
Sally was sitting with her knees raised and her ankles crossed, right in front of the swing, her expression leaving no doubt whatsoever about how interested she was in cock-sucking. She was even licking her lips, as if it were she who was about to gobble that hunk of cock meat. Her skirt had slipped up her thighs, and Melissa could see the girl's crotch in the shadowy recess. Presumably, Jeff could see, as well, for his gaze seemed to be glued to her pussy.
It made Melissa feel annoyed and a bit jealous.
How dare Jeff look at Sally's cunt when his prick was still in Melissa's hand-and throbbing for her mouth?
They were both waiting for Melissa.
Melissa hadn't quite made up her mind if she would do it or not. But Jeff's rock-hard cock was pulsing in her hand and she had to admit that the prospect was exciting. Her mouth felt very wet and, after a moment, she realized that her mouth was watering for his cock.
She rationalized the situation.
She had been given the perfect excuse, actually. Who could blame her for sucking a prick when she had been blackmailed into it? She was only an innocent victim, not a willing giver of head-doing something that she had to do, rather than doing it by choice. And what more reason did a cock-hungry teenager need?
"Well, all right," she said, trying to sound resigned instead of eager, forced instead of more than willing. "I'll do it-but I don't want you to think I'm enjoying it!"
Neither Jeff nor Sally gave a shit whether she enjoyed it or not. He was desperate for his first ever blow-job and she was every bit as keen to watch that thrilling sight....
Jason, in his ivory tower, had not been able to hear what the girls were saying, but since Jeff's prick was still in Melissa's hand, Jason had a pretty shrewd idea that something of enormous interest was about to take place.
He was delighted to discover that both of his teenaged daughters were depraved!
Gripping his prick by the hilt, as if he were a riot squad cop about to repel a charge by dissidents, Jason leaned forward, his gaze fixed upon the three-player scene below. His eyes burned. His breath billowed out from heated lungs, clouding the windowpane so that he was observing the scene through a mist, adding a dream-like quality to this scene that was already the stuff of his dreams.
On the stage of the gazebo, the drama began to unfold....
Melissa twisted around so that she was turned towards Jeff. As she did so, her skirt rode up, like Sally's. Now Sally could look at Melissa's crotch, if she wanted to, just as Melissa had looked at her overheated cunt. It was strangely exciting to look at a hot pussy, Sally realized-strange for a heterosexual girl. But at the moment her attention was centered on Jeff's prick.
Jeff seemed dazed by desire.
He was sprawled out along the swing like a rag doll, his arms and legs flopping here and there limply. His body was numb with fucklust and his bones seemed to have become pliable. He seemed to be made of wax, elastic and malleable-except for his stiff prick. His hard cock was like an anchor securing the rest of his body in place, the one static point to which he was fixed. It looked, Sally thought, like a valve by which his body could be inflated-by which Melissa was going to blow him up.
Melissa gave his cock a stroke.
She cast a sideways glance at Sally.
The heat from Jeff's cock head wafted up into her face. She was salivating for a mouthful of that succulent cock meat and her tongue tingled for the taste, but she was still determined to make it known that she was not doing this willingly, but under protest and duress.
"How long do I have to do it?" she asked.
"Why-until he comes!" Sally exclaimed, looking as if she thought it had been a silly question.
"Ugh!" Melissa said, to show how distasteful she found the prospect of having the youth shoot cum in her mouth-yet trembling all over at the thought of it.
Jeff had smiled happily at Sally's reply.
"Well, don't think I'm going to swallow it!" Melissa said.
Sally started to speak, to demand the swallowing of the boy's spunk, but then she hesitated. She had a pretty good idea that when a cock shot jism into a girl's mouth, the girl just sort of drank that sweet slime down automatically.
Melissa leaned down closer to his cock.
The tip of his prick was only inches from her hips.
She paused there for a long moment, pretending that she was struggling with her inhibitions, fighting to overcome her reluctancebut, in reality, she was savoring those final moments of oral virginity. Like a gourmet, she wanted to enjoy the sight and the aroma before she began to feast.
She slowly pushed her tongue out.
Someone moaned. Was it Sally or Jeff? For all Melissa knew, it might have been herself uttering that passionate moan.
She touched the tip of her tongue to his cock knob.
"Ooooh," Jeff sighed.
Melissa drew back for a moment, letting that very first taste of cock tingle on her tongue. She touched the tip to his prick knob again, and again she drew back. Then she began to lick the tip of his prick, her hot tongue moving in a circular motion.
Jeff groaned and shifted on the swing.
Sally leaned closer, her face radiant with the joy of voyeurism. She slid one hand down between her thighs and cupped her cunt, as if holding back the lust contained in her pussy.
Melissa began tonguing more thoroughly, curling all around the bloated purple slab of his cock head, lapping and licking and laving. Her foamy saliva coated the dark prick meat. His cock knob flared out in a great wedge and the cleft parted widely.
A single glob of pre-cum oozed from his piss slit.
Melissa gasped and drew back, watching that slimy nugget slide slowly down his cock shaft. Then she gathered it up with her tongue, slurping up his cock lance and flicking the precum up. The sight of that cum drop had driven her half mad with lust. Melissa no longer cared that her sister was watching. The first delicious taste of his sweet cock meat had thrilled her to the core, and Melissa had become a confirmed cock-sucker with the first lap.
She let the cum drop run around on her taste buds for a moment, savoring that musky succulence.
Then she let it slide down her gullet.
"Ummm," she purred, adoring the taste as it warmed her belly like fine cognac and, like a proper appetizer, whetted the girl's appetite for more of the savory stuff. If a single drop of jism was so yummy, just think what it would be like to drink the whole load!
Another frothy drop of cum squeezed out.
Melissa lapped it up.
Sally saw the slime glisten on her sister's pink tongue and a thrill transfixed her. She began to rub her pussy, not even realizing that she was doing it as she concentrated totally on the scene before her eager eyes, observing all the juicy details.
Melissa was tonguing Jeff's cock anxiously now, slurping all over the gleaming cock knob and pushing the tip of her tongue into his gaping cleft and then lapping up and down the stalk from balls to prick head. Her face tilted from side to side as she approached the feast from different angles. She went down to his balls and tongued those hairy treats, noticing that ball meat had a distinctive flavor of its own, subtly different from cock meat. She loved the way his loaded balls shifted under the hairy sac. Working back up from his balls, she lapped with long, fluid strokes, then she licked up along the throbbing vein. She laved the sensitive point where the head of the cock flared out from the shaft. She tongued that swollen wedge of glistening cock meat again. She didn't even remember that her sister was watching, now, for Melissa had become totally wrapped up in the tasty task of tonguing that succulent prick.
Now it was time for her first mouthful of cock.
She pursed her lips and kissed the tip of his prick, then let her lips slowly part and fed it into her mouth.
Jeff squirmed, panting heavily.
"Ummm," Melissa sighed, cherishing that big lump of warm cock meat that throbbed in her mouth.
Her cheeks were indented as she sucked softly, experimentally, nursing on the head of his cock. Her lips had collared his stalk just beind the knob, turning outwards as they gently tugged. Only the head of his prick was in her mouth and the rest of the long fucker stood out between them, like a rivet bolting his balls to her lips.
Melissa was amazed at how wonderful it was to be sucking a cock. She had longed to try it for quite some time, but she had never dreamed that cock-sucking would be this scrumptious. She wondered if fucking was as good. Maybe even better? But it was hard to imagine anything better than this delicious mouthful of prick. Her cunt was steaming, demanding attention, and yet it was so wonderful to be sucking on a prick that the girl was willing to neglect her pussy. From the corner of her eyes she noticed that Sally was fingerfucking herself, but it hardly registered on her.
Melissa's lips pulled steadily and her tongue bathed the underside of his cock knob. Cum was trickling onto her tongue in little ripples, heralding the delicious cum-load to follow. She began sucking more vigorously. She was eager for Jeff to unload his cock and balls in her mouth, and yet she was enjoying the meat course so much that she hated to hasten the creamy conclusion.
Jeff humped up from the swing.
His prick fucked back into her mouth, the hot tip lodging in the entrance to her throat.
Melissa took the hint.
She began bobbing her head up and down, taking almost all of his prick into her mouth, then drawing back up to the cock knob. As she went down, her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair and her chin brushed against his swollen balls. When she drew up, sucking through every lovely inch, her saliva poured down his cock shaft, glistening in the twilight. She was taking his cock head right down her gullet now.
She gagged as the fat prick knob cut off her air.
But it was a small price to pay.
"Unghhh!" she gasped, as he fucked the whole cock into her mouth.
Jeff began to twitch like a mad marionette.
His cock was swelling, getting bigger all the time. The knob was pressing into both of her cheeks at the same time, her whole mouth filling full of the savory prick meat. Her lips were turning inside out as they dragged and pulled up his cock shaft and her eyes crossed as she watched that long prick pull out and fuck in.
Jeff began to hump up, fucking roughly into her mouth.
She met him in counterpointal action, her head descending as his prick pumped up, taking all of it, then sucking deliciously on the retreated cock meat as he drew back.
His cum was flowing heavily.
"Come," she panted, the word muffled on that meaty microphone. "Oh! Shoot it in my mouth! I want your jism, Jeff-I want to drink your thick, hot cum!"
Her erotic words inspired the lad almost as much as her mouth and tongue. He groaned, humping faster, fucking her face with vigor.
Melissa was sucking so hard that she seemed to be inhaling his cock meat down into her lungs.
Jeff cried out, his voice breaking.
She felt his balls jerk and his prick expanded as the thick cum rushed up the stalk.
Suddenly her mouth was full of jism.
Melissa gasped and gulped the precious juice down to make room for more-and he fed her more! His prick was going off frantically, hosing her gullet and whitewashing her tosils with jizz. Her head was tilted back by the force of his cum-load as it blasted her throat. She swallowed all that she could but the flood of cum was too much for her. Some of the slimy jism overflowed her ovaled lips and ran down her chin. A glistening ribbon of cum poured down his cock shaft and pooled on his balls. She sucked ravenously, her delicate throat pulsing as she swallowed cum. His balls seemed bottomless. No sooner had she swallowed a mouthful than he spurted yet another delicious load of jism into her maw.
Melissa bobbed merrily up and down on that cum-spurting prick, crazed by the joy of drinking his cum.
She milked his cock dry.
Jeff moaned and stopped moving, slumping back along the swing, feeling as if he had shot out more than a load of jism-as if he had ejaculated his blood and bones and brains, as if his very essence had been spilled into her greedy mouth.
Melissa kept sucking to make sure that she had milked out every precious drop of Jeff's cum.
Sticky jism swirled about inside her cheeks, washed through her teeth, hung like stalactites from the roof of her mouth. Her hot tongue was afloat in the creamy deluge. But at last he stopped coming. With his prick still in her mouth, Melissa swallowed the last of the sweet cum-load. Then she drew her lips away.
His cock head popped free like a cork from a bottle of champagne. The big fuck tool swayed back and forth like an upside-down pendulum, the cock knob swinging across his belly.
"Gee!" said the boy.
It was, perhaps, inadequate.
He couldn't think of anything else to say to express his feelings at that moment, milked to the dregs and absolutely contented.
Melissa used her nimble tongue to lap up the errant drops of cum that had escaped her lips and run down his cock shaft onto his balls. She polished his prick knob to a gleaming luster and tohgued his prick shaft. Then she drew back, a happy smile turning her creamy lips upwards at the corners, a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Ooooh," sighed Sally.
Sally had never seen a sight as thrilling as this had been. Watching her sister milk that prick and swallow that spunk, Sally had soared to a height of lust that she had never attained before.
She was still rubbing her hot cunt.
Now she began to do it in earnest, desperate to get her rocks off, afraid that if she didn't come soon her pussy might suddenly ignite from spontaneous combustion.
She started using both hands.
She finger-fucked her cunt hole with one hand while she strummed her throbbing clit with the other.
She realized that Melissa was looking at her.
It didn't matter.
Melissa watched Sally's fingers vanish to the knuckles up her pussy, then draw slowly out, slathered with cunt juice. Ribbons of pussy cream were pouring down the girl's crotch and seeping into the crack of her tight ass. Her pink cuntlips plied and pulled on her fingers and her clit was like a stick of dynamite, the fuse smoldering. Melissa stared at the sight.
Sally smiled sheepishly and kept on frigging.
Melissa seized Jeff's hand and drew it between her legs. She wanted to come, too. A mouthful of cock and a bellyful of spunk had set her pussy aflame.
But Jeff was beyond responding.
She had drained him into a state of oblivion, his whole body limp, his mind stunned.
His hand just lay passively on her cunt.
Melissa gave a snort of irritation and frustration. She held him by the wrist and moved his hand up and down against her crotch. But his fingers trailed down, slack. She wailed with dismay and, in a fit of temper, threw his useless hand aside. This was the last time that she would suck him off! She knew damned well that she was going to be sucking plenty of pricks now that she had discovered the joy of cock-sucking and the pure enchantment of drinking jism.
Melissa began frigging herself.
Face to face and crotch to crotch, her legs spread wide and their hands working desperately, the two horny teenaged sisters fingerfucked themselves and watched each other.
And as Sally stared at her sister's juicy pussy, she began to get another very naughty idea.
But it would have to wait.
Panting and gasping, the two girls soared to the peak at the same moment and, watching each other cream, they shared the electric instant of mutual release.
Their father looked on with an interest that was far more than paternal.
They didn't know he was watching, of course.
And he didn't know that his wife was watching him....
CHAPTER SIX
Claire Tucker was an elegant woman, as sexy and desirable at thirty-seven as she had been as a teenager-and as her two daughters were now. She had the same golden-blonde hair and the same delightfully bouncy ass, and her tits were firm and shaped.
She also shared their taste for voyeurism.
Not knowing that her husband was a voyeur and a secret cock flasher, or that he had bored a hole in the guest room, Claire had never deemed it advisable to tell Jason about her visual inclinations-but she seldom passed up a chance to gaze on stimulating scenes.
Claire, like Jason, had acquired a taste for such observations when she was a teenager. Her older brother had allowed her to watch him jerk off from time to time. They had both enjoyed it enormously.
The first occasion had been by accident.
Claire had wandered into the bathroom and discovered her brother jerking off. He was on the last strokes, unable to stop, and she had watched with interest. After that first time, they made a habit of it. He would mention to her that he felt like beating his meat and she would follow him to his room and sit on the edge of the bed while he jacked off. He found that masturbating was far more pleasurable when he was basking in his sister's admiring gaze, and she just adored watching the lusty lad beat his meat.
Once, when they were both in a particularly horny mood, Claire had opened her blouse and let him spill his spunk all over her tits. Later, when she was alone in her room, she had scooped that milky slime up on her hand and licked it up, enjoying the taste and rather wishing that he had shot his cum in her mouth to begin with.
They had never actually committed incest.
It was an omission that Claire, for one, secretly regretted.
She often thought about her brother's prick when her husband was fucking her.
So it was that Jason and Claire Tucker shared not only a taste for voyeurism and those dark incestuous inclinations, but they had also had remarkably similar childhoods. It was little wonder that Melissa and Sally had inherited traits that both parents shared....
This evening, Claire was reading Wuthering Heights.
She had read it thirty-six times, and it was the only book that she ever did read. As soon as she finished it, she started reading it again. She considered it a worthy book and thought that it showed a certain touch of class to stick with it.
But tonight she was restless and couldn't concentrate on the affairs of Heathcliff and Cathy.
She kept wondering what Melissa and Jeff were doing out in the gazebo. Claire wasn't worried about it from a maternal point of view. Melissa was old enough to start fucking. Claire had started fucking when she was quite young, herself, and it would have been utter hypocrisy if she were to pretend a prudish attitude towards her daughter's sexual behavior.
She was simply curious.
And she wondered what she was missing.
It would be a real turn-on to get a look at one of her lovely daughters fucking, Claire figured. The more she thought about it, in all the graphic details, the more attractive the idea seemed to her. Her pussy was simmering pleasantly and her nipples were in stiff rebellion against her bra. She had read the same paragraph five times over-and had she not known the passage by heart, she would not have understood a word of it in her present distracted state.
After a while, she got up and went to the window.
She looked out, but from there she could see only the top of the columned gazebo-and she had no interest in architecture at the moment. She wondered where there was a proper vantage point from which she could spy on the young couple. She considered the design of the house and realized that the only window that looked out upon the gazebo was in her husband's ivory tower.
Was Jason up there now?
She wasn't sure.
She decided to go up and if the turret was not occupied, to have a look out the bay window. She grinned ruefully at herself, thinking that her attitude was hardly that of a proper mother-for she was truly hoping that Melissa was getting well fucked out there in the gazebo. What a naughty mother I am, she thought. But she was more amused than ashamed of her feelings.
Claire went up the circular stairs of the tower.
She wasn't taking any steps to be quiet and normally Jason would have heard her coming, but Jason had a humming in his ears and was panting so loudly that all external sounds failed to register.
Claire topped the stairs and looked in-and gasped.
Jason was sitting in the bay window, his hand grasping the root of his cock, leaning out so that his chin was poised right above his cock head. He was panting like a steam engine.
Claire stared at him in amazement.
He was watching Melissa!
She was startled-and she envied him that ringside seat, as well. She stared at him and as she did so he took a long, slow stroke up and down on his prick.
Claire was reminded of all the times that she had watched her brother pump his prick that way.
Lust flashed through her like lightning.
She moved back out of sight as she peered into the turret and watched her husband begin to jack off.
Oh! What wonderful sight was he seeing?
But she was content to watch him, for now....
In the gazebo, Melissa had just taken the head of Jeff's prick into her mouth and was sucking on it. Jason watched her sweet lips pull and her pink tongue flash and he could restrain himself no longer. He began pumping his prick-but slowly, not wanting to shoot his cum-load before he had seen his daughter drink some cum.
But he hoped she would hurry, for his balls were ballooning and his cock was vibrant with need.
Melissa's head began to bob up and down.
Jason saw a frothy mixture of jism and slippery saliva run down the youth's prick as Melissa's lips drew up, then he saw all of that stout prick vanish into her mouth as she bobbed down.
He could tell Jeff was unloading his creamy deluge, and he saw Melissa gulping the boy's cum down with enthusiasm.
Jason groaned, almost demented by his lust.
His fist flew up and down on his cock. He held the empty fruit jar tilted over his cock knob. He watched his daughter milking the boy's prick to the very dregs and then, his own cum-load came foaming out, splashing into the jar. The milky fluid washed around, coating the glass. He pumped load after load of jism out. Then he slumped back in his chair. He was still looking out the window, but his eyes were glazed. Through a swirling mist, he saw both of his daughters finger-fucking themselves, and he saw them tremble and shudder as they creamed.
Jason's cock and balls were emptied.
He shook his head, stunned by the magnitude of his lust.
Looking in, Claire held her breath, gazing at the thick jism swirling in the jar and the frothy ribbons of the stuff on her husband's hand. He still gripped his cock by the root. The long cock lance jutted out from his fist, the knob swaying up and down as if that head, too, were shaking from the stunning effect of his ejaculation. Despite that, however, his cock remained stiff. As the cock knob swayed, cum flew off the tip like sea foam breaking on a rocky beach.
After a moment he took a deep breath and stood up, still breathing heavily, his legs shaky.
He started to turn towards the door.
Claire drew back quickly and tiptoed down the circular staircase, moving silently now. She turned off at the first landing and slipped into the shadowed recesses of the hallway.
She heard Jason's uncertain footsteps as he began to descend.
She saw his shadow first, cast out ahead of him on the opposite wall-and it was the elongated shadow of his prick that came into her view first. Like some shadowy menace in a horror film, the fat ramrod shape loomed out on the wall. Two or three tiny shadows fell from the tip, running in ebony silence down the wall, as his cock continued to drip. Claire was fascinated by that lewd shadow. It looked like a" negative image of her husband's prick.
Then the man himself came into view, adding substance to the form. She saw that his cock was still as hard as stone, and as huge as it had been before he had drained it into the jar.
Whatever it was that Jason had been watching, Claire figured, it must have been really stimulating, for him to have retained such a hard-on even after jerking off.
He turned, following the winding stairs.
His prick swung around like the boom of a sailing ship as it tacked. He was still moving unsteadily, his legs weak, his shoulders slumped, as if all his vitality had become concentrated in his cock. He went on down the stairs and vanished from her sight.
She heard him call her name.
Claire grinned devilishly.
Obviously, Jason's hand-job had not been enough-it had merely whetted his appetite and now he was bent on getting some cunt! Claire, hot as hell, herself, her ardor fanned to flames by having watched her husband jack off, was ready and willing to give her husband all the fucking he wanted, and more.
But first she simply had to sneak a look at the gazebo.
She supposed that whatever action had been going on was finished now. Why else would Jason have left his vantage point? But she hoped to discover just what that thrilling scene had been by looking down at the aftermath of it. She tiptoed quietly back up the stairs to the turret and went in. The bay window was still clouded from Jason's panting breath. The jar full of spunk was still on his desk. Claire crossed the circular room and looked out.
"Oooooh," she moaned.
She certainly wished that she had been able to witness the scene that must have just concluded. It was no wonder that her husband had been so aroused by the sight!
Jeff was still sprawled out on the swinging seat, his head flopping to one side, his tongue hanging out, his eyes glazed. He looked all dis jointed, like a broken doll.
His prick was still sticking out of his open fly.
The boy's cock had started to droop now, going slack as it sank in a long curve down along his thigh. The cock knob was polished and his balls were collapsed. That cock showed every sign of having recently been emptied, Claire knew. And if further evidence of that fact was necessary, Claire could see a residue of cum still glistening on Melissa's lips!
Melissa and Sally were just in the process of drawing their skirts down over their loins.
Claire caught a brief sight of Melissa's pussy. It was frothy with spilled cunt juice.
The whole situation was apparent to Claire. She realized that Melissa must have sucked Jeff off while Sally watched.
Claire giggled at the realization that voyeurism must run in the family, the dark desire carried in the seed. Oh! How she wished that she had been able to watch that scene! Still, watching her husband beat his meat had been a thrill, too. It had reminded her so much of those earlier times when she had been such a keen observer while her brother tossed his cum out with such dexterity.
She remembered the time that she had scooped his cum off her tits and tasted it.
A depraved urge seized her.
Claire picked up the cum-filled jar and tipped it to her lips, slurping a mouthful of congealing cum from it. It was cool and tasteless, at first, but as it warmed up in her mouth it regained the succulent flavor of cum and she swallowed it with pleasure.
From below, her husband called her name again.
Claire daintily wiped her lips. She started back down the stairs to get fucked.
She was thinking that it might be nice to close her eyes and make believe that her husband was her brother while he poured the prick to her.
And she wondered if perhaps her husband would be pretending, too-pretending that his wife was one of his sexy daughters.
But that thought did not trouble horny Claire at all....
Jason had gbne all the way down to the ground floor, looking for pussy. Claire stopped on the second floor and called down to him.
He came back up.
Jason was in no mood for subtle suggestions. He came back up with his cock still sticking out like the prow of a ship, or the needle of a compass drawn to her pussy. He had a crooked grin on his face and Claire smil-ed back at him.
Without a word, they moved down to the bedroom.
Claire went in first.
She moved to the dresser and adjusted the mirror so that, from the bed, they would be able to see themselves reflected there, to play the voyeurs with their own mirrored images.
Jason's grin widened as he saw her intent. He had followed her into the room and he pushed the door closed behind him, but his thoughts were on more important things than closing doors.
The latch did not catch. The bedroom door swung open a crack.
Neither Jason nor Claire noticed this.
Concentrating on their own voyeuristic pleasures, neither of them gave a thought to the fact that they shared the house with two randy teenagers who also enjoyed seeing a good fuck.
And they left the light on, of course.
They wanted to see what they were doing.
And so it was that Claire and Jason made ready to fuck up a storm in a well-lighted bedroom with the door slightly open....
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well, I hope you're satisfied!" Melissa snapped.
Sally raised her eyebrows.
"I sure am," Jeff mumbled.
"You look pretty satisfied, yourself," said Sally.
"I-I only did it to shut you up!" Melissa said, maintaining her pretense of innocence. "I certainly didn't enjoy it!"
Jeff frowned. She sure had seemed to enjoy it, and he hoped she would want to enjoy more of the same.
But Melissa was cool towards Jeff, now. She was annoyed at his selfishness. He could have at least finger-fucked her after she'd milked his prick!
"I think you'd better go now, Jeff," Melissa said.
The lad looked puzzled and confused. This was all brand new territory for him. Maybe girls always acted moody after they'd been sucking prick, he speculated. He got up and tucked his cock back into his pants. Sally watched him, but Melissa avoided his eyes. Jeff shrugged. He'd had his blow-job. What did he care? Let Melissa be moody if she wanted. He stood there for a moment, waiting to see if Melissa had anything to say. When she remained silent, he shrugged again. Sally gave him a wink and a smile and a little shrug of her own. He thought that maybe next time it might be nice to sit in the gazebo with Sally.
He said: "Well, good-bye, then-see you in school." Then he walked off down the path.
"Tell me-was it nice?" Sally asked.
"No!"
"What did it taste like?"
"Awful!"
"Don't lie, Melissa. I mean, you could have spit it out, right? You didn't have to drink it-but you swallowed every drop. It must have been yummy."
"You're a disgusting little pig!" Melissa flared.
"Me?" replied Sally, all wide eyed and innocent. "Gee, how can a girl who sucks cocks call anyone else a pig?"
Melissa wailed with outrage.
She was filled with strange frustrations and regrets. She had been longing to suck a prick for ages and now she had had that pleasure. But she hadn't been able to enjoy it to the fullest under the circumstances, had had to pretend that she was less than enthusiastic about it because her wicked sister was present. Cock-sucking had been awfully good-but it would have been even better in privacy, she figured.
She tried to think of some further insult, some suitable retaliation, but she couldn't.
Melissa still felt horny.
A hand-job was all well and good, but it was hardly sufficient after a girl had gotten so worked up by a mouthful of prick.
Melissa stood up, smoothing down her skirt.
"I'm going to bed," she announced, and she marched off, trembling with a multitude of emotions.
Sally frowned, watching Melissa walk away. She was sorry that Melissa had taken that attitude about it. It had been a lot of fun, Sally thought. Sally would be glad when she was old enough to do some cock-sucking herself. And she wouldn't mind letting her sister watch, either. That was just the other side of the coin.
Melissa went in the house and up the stairs-the main staircase, not the circular one. Following that route, she did not go past the slightly open door of her parents' bedroom. But Melissa had no idea that Claire and Jason were getting ready to fuck. Melissa had other things on her mind. Still horny as she'd ever been, with a hand-job inadequate, naughty Melissa intended to pleasure herself in a way she had recently discovered-a way that only a very nimble young lady could manage.
Melissa was going to suck her own cunt....
Sally waited in the gazebo for a few minutes, a pleasant warmth filling her belly as she remembered that exciting scene. Cocks sure did look delicious. She wondered when she would get a chance to gobble a big prick. She had no doubts or inhibitions or misgivings about sucking cock. It was just a matter of finding the right young man. Sally knew that lots of boys at school gossiped and boasted about their conquests.
Although she was anxious to become a practicing cock-sucker, she did not want the fact known. A girl could ruin her good reputation that way, she knew. Suck one cock! Just one cock! Sure enough, a girl was regarded as a tramp as soon as she gave a guy a blow-job.
She wondered if Jeff would blab.
She giggled at that thought-since it was her sister, not herself, who would suffer the consequences.
Maybe she could meet some strange boy from out of town, she speculated. If he didn't know who she was and she didn't tell him her name or where she lived, she would be able to suck his prick and drink his spunk with impunity.
It seemed a viable idea.
Thinking of cock-sucking was making her mouth water and her pussy steam. After a while she got up and headed for the house. She intended to get in bed and enjoy a lingering, leisurely hand-job-for, unlike her older sister, Sally had not yet discovered the fact that she was supple enough to get her head between her legs.
Sally chose-for no particular reason-to go upstairs via the circular staircase. She had always been fond of that winding staircase. As a child, she used to slide down the twisting banister-getting her cunt nicely rubbed on the polished oak in the process.
Taking that route, Sally had to go past her parents' bedroom on the way to her own.
She noticed the door was not completely closed. .
She thought nothing of it, for if her mother and father were doing anything interesting, she figured that they would surely have closed the door.
The light was on.
A slender bar of illumination ran up the opposite wall. A shadow moved across that bar as someone in the bedroom momentarily blocked out the light.
Sally came abreast of the door.
She glanced in, expecting to see nothing, thinking that she would just say goodnight so that neither of her parents bothered to come to her room for that reason and interrupt her hand-job.
Sally stopped dead.
A wicked smile turned up her lips.
This, thought the naughty little teenager, is sure my lucky night!
She had no idea why her mother and father were so aroused, so eager to start fucking that they had neglected to close the door-and she would have been shocked if she had known that it had been she, herself, that had provided the motivation for that raging horniness-but she was awfully glad about the situation.
In the bedroom, standing a little apart and looking at each other with lustful eyes, Jason and Claire were starting to undress.
Sally sank down to her knees and gazed in through the crack of the door and cupped one hand over her burning cunt as she prepared to get her first view of a proper fuck.
She had arrived just in time to see the fucking from start to finish, in all the juicy details that a naughty voyeur would relish....
Jason's prick was already sticking out and he began to undress around it, as it were. He pulled his shirt off and opened his pants. The front of his pants flipped open in a vee, like a triangular frame for his jutting cock and swollen balls, as if that sex tackle were an impressive trophy mounted on a wall. Claire gazed fondly at the huge fuck tool while she removed her clothing piece by piece. Jason dropped his pants and stepped out of them, lurching momentarily as the great weight of his swollen cock caused it to bob lewdly.
What a lovely prick Daddy has, thought Sally. Oh, lucky Mommy! It must fill her pussy to the brim! Her eyes fastened on that masterpiece of cock meat, her gaze running up it from balls to knob, then down again, just as if she were trying to jack him off with her visual caress.
Claire was squirming out of her frilly, wetcrotched panties, her lush hips wriggling as she tugged them down. When she raised one knee to draw them from her foot, her crotch was fully exposed. Her cunt slit was open, widened into an oval, and that oval slot was flooded with cunt juice. Surrounded by her blonde pubic bush, her cunt looked like a bubbling pool in a sunlight forest.
Sally looked from cock to cunt.
It surprised her to find that the sight of her mother's juicy pussy was almost as thrilling as the sight of her father's prick.
Claire took her bra off.
Her tits rolled together in deep, uplifted cleavage and her nipples stood out like little rockets.
For a moment, husband and wife regarded each other-as daughter regarded them both. Then, as if by tacit understanding, they both looked to the side, gazing at each other in the mirror for a moment. That second-hand sight, that rebounding image, added a mysterious tingle to the thrill that was consuming both of them.
Claire moved to the bed and sat on the edge.
Jason advanced towards her, head and shoulders thrown back as if to counter-balance the great cantilever of his cock, legs slightly bowed to accommodate his bloated balls.
He thrust his prick into Claire's face.
She kissed his cock and her nimble tongue flickered over the dripping tip and around the meaty slab of his prick knob. He groaned and, for a moment, closed his eyes. As Claire tongued his cock head, she wondered if he was making believe that it was Melissa or Sally licking his prick. But such speculation brought no jealousy-it only served to make the woman hornier than ever.
She took his cock knob into her lips and sucked on it for a moment, then fell back across the bed.
Jason knelt down on the floor and buried his face between her widespread thighs. His tongue ran up her cunt slot, then probed in and his lips nursed on her clit.
Claire moaned softly.
Sally moaned, too, as she distinctly heard the slurping sounds of her father's tongue and the fluid squishing of her mother's cunt as the man lapped and sucked avidly on her creamy pussy. She watched the back of his head as it turned from side to side and nodded up and down. He was rubbing his whole face in that soaking pussy, coating himself from brow to chin with cunt juice.
Gee, that must feel good, Sally thought.
She wanted very much to get her cunt sucked soon.
And she had a very naughty idea about just where she could-with a bit of blackmail-get it done!
Claire closed her sleek thighs around Jason's buried face for a moment, holding him trapped in a velvet vise. Then she threw her legs wildly apart again, giving him full room to maneuver without restraint in her sodden pussy. Her slim back arched and she tilted her crotch up, pushing her cunt into his face, offering the feast to his hungry lips and flashing tongue.
He whimpered as he slurped merrily away.
"You better stop," Claire whispered. "You'll make me come if you do that much longer, darling."
Sally was astounded.
How on earth could she want him to stop? Why wouldn't she want to come on his tongue?
But Jason understood well enough.
Claire was in the mood to fuck this evening and wanted to save her first orgasm until she had her cunt full of cock.
He gave her succulent pussy a last loving swipe with his tongue and raised his head, his jaws dripping from that creamy feast.
Claire held her arms out in welcome.
He rose from the floor and knelt between her thighs. Her knees were raised, framing his loins. Lowering his head, he began to mouth her tits and nipples greedily, delaying the moment of coupling. His tongue swept around the fat tit mounds, dipped into the deep cleavage, circled to the stiff nipples as if ascending a mountain road. Claire squirmed under him, holding his face between her hands, her thighs gripping his hips. His prick wasn't in place against her cunt yet. It stuck up, laid across her pelvis bone like a lever over a fulcrum, the cock knob dripping onto her belly. She slid one hand down between them and cupped his balls, squeezing and lifting as if estimating the amount of cum his balls held. Jason stretched out.
His head moved up and his lips clamped on hers, and at the same time his ass and hips pushed back so that his prick was drawn like a saw across her cunt mound and the cock knob dipped into her crotch. He began to work the tip of his cock around in her open pussy slot, not fucking her yet but massaging her wet pussy with his cock knob.
Driven wild by such tantalization, Claire began to bounce her ass.
"Put it in!" she wailed.
He delayed, teasing her pussy with his prick.
And teasing Sally, too, although he didn't know it.
"I want it-all of it!" Claire squealed.
Jason placed a hand on her knee and pushed it down, opening her thighs so that, looking in the mirror, they would be able to watch while his cock slid up her cunt. Claire understood instantly. They both turned their heads to the mirror, staring avidly at the sight.
He began to fuck his prick in inch by inch.
Her wet cuntlips pulled on his cock, fluttering open.
His purple cock knob vanished and her cunt collared his stalk just behind the flaring cock head. The fat, dark-veined prick shaft stood out between them in a mighty bar of iron-hard cock meat. He pushed another slow inch of cock into her pussy and Claire gurgled with the sensation. Her hips were pumping frantically as she sought to stuff her cunt with cock, but Jason was resolute. He continued to feed her an inch of cock at a time.
In the mirror, they watched his cock vanish into her cunt.
Cunt juice pumped out as his big plunger dipped in, pouring down her crotch in frothy ribbons, running down his cock shaft onto his hairy balls in a creamy deluge. He and Claire both found the sight almost as thrilling as the feeling.
And for Sally, of course, that sight was al she had to get turned on by-and it was more than enough.
Her eyes glowed as if they were windows to a smoldering inferno and her pussy was steaming with the heat of her passion as she watched that huge cock slowly fuck into that foaming pussy gash.
Now Jason was fucked balls-deep up Claire's hot cunt gash.
He held the full penetration for a lingering moment, savoring the thrill of having every fat inch of his prick buried in her slippery cunt, and letting Claire wriggle with the joy of having her pussy stuffed to the brim with hot cock meat.
He worked his cock muscles, making the big fuck rod expand and throb inside her pussy and she responded by contracting her cunt muscles, her cunt hole fluttering closed around his prick in a series of concentric undulations that ran from the root to the knob, as if she had some mysterious hand jacking him off inside her body. They worked together this way for a long time, neither of them humping, his cock buried and not fucking in and out, merely working on each other with their sex muscles.
His prick felt so huge inside her that as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, Claire was surprised that she could not see the elongated outline of his cock raised up in a fat furrow up her belly, the swollen cock knob delineated in a bulge at her breastbone. She reached down and spread her cuntlips wider apart so that she could see the dark inner folds of her cunt clamped around his cock. She traced a fingertip along the unfurled pussy flesh and flicked her taut clit. Slippery juices oozed out of her cock-stuffed fuck hole, soaking his balls.
Jason clamped his hands on her tits, then stroked down to her hips. He slid under her taut ass and tilted her pelvis up at a higher angle as he prepared to start fucking her properly.
Claire arched her back deeply.
Jason drew his prick out as slowly as he had fucked in, extracting his cock inch by inch. Her cunt sucked and pulled on his prick through every retreating inch. Her cuntlips dragged on the sliding cock meat.
He withdrew until only the knob of his fucker remained stuck up her cunt slot and paused, the long, iron-hard bar of his prick standing out between them. Her pussy sucked like a vacuum cleaner on his cock head. His balls were swollen. If spunk had been helium, Jason would have floated right up to the ceiling, balls-first.
Claire was going crazy.
"Fuck!" she wailed.
With his prick drawn out, her cunt felt empty, a void abhorred by her very nature.
He held steady for another moment.
"Fuck! Fuck me!" she cried.
She was jerking and twitching, trying to jam her pussy down to his balls, trying to stuff her cunt full of prick.
He braced his knees and his ass tightened as he hiked her ass higher, then he fucked his prick in with a sudden lunge.
His cock meat hissed up her cunt.
"Oh!" gasped Claire as she felt that first sudden fuck-stroke wedge his cock up her cunt to the depths.
"Ooooooh!" The thrill struck her with sweet ecstasy.
Jason began to plow and plunge his cock into her pussy. He fed her long, rippling strokes, then his ass corkscrewed as he ground the cock meat in like a threaded bolt. Then he followed with several downward fuck-strokes, his ass rising as he drove the full length of his long prick across her clit en route to her pussy guts.
Claire met him with equal vigor.
As he fucked into her, she slammed her crotch down to meet him and as he pulled out, she twisted her hips from side to side so that her cunt worked like a wringer on the retreating prick, sucking, dragging, milking his swollen cock meat.
Cunt juice sprayed out.
A fine mist of pussy juice hung over their coupling loins like a cloud. As his prick pulled out, more of the sweet nectar evaporated from the seething cock meat. His prick was like an immersion heater bringing her to the boiling point, and her cunt was like a steam kettle, getting hotter by the moment, by the stroke.
She threw her legs around him.
Her thighs clamped over his hips and she locked her ankles behind his heaving haunches. Her heels drummed on his ass. She had begun to wail and moan steadily, the sound intensifying as the thrill swept through her loins.
"Come!" she gasped.
Her orgasm was commencing. She tried to hold back, to wait for Jason to squirt his hot, thick cum-load into her pussy before she let her orgasm flow free. She knew he was almost there. His cock was flaring, spreading her clinging cunt as it expanded. When she saw him draw his cock out in the mirror, his prick seemed as wide as her torso. It seemed impossible that his cock could fit up her-but then he plowed in again and it disappeared easily up the slippery channel.
Jason groaned and fucked his cock in.
Claire wailed when she felt that foaming hot cum burst deep inside her loins and her pussy melted with him, cunt juice gushing out as the thrill raced across her belly and darted in a galvanic current up her trembling thighs.
He squirted dose after dose of jizz up her cunt.
Claire came, the peaks sparking through her one right after the other, coming so fast that they blended and merged into one long, sustained flow of pure bliss.
Thrashing and churning together, still watching themselves in the mirror, they beat out their joy to the dregs.
At long last Jason's cock and balls were empty.
His fuck-strokes slowed, faltered, then stopped.
Claire continued to squirm under him, working her cunt around on his spent prick as she ground out the final spasms and worked off the last drops of her climax.
Then, still coupled, they lay still, panting.
Thrilled by being able to watch in the mirror, Claire had not even made believe that it was her brother who had been fucking her. She smiled as she realized that.
Jason was still looking in the mirror.
He saw her reflection smile and smiled, himself.
When he pulled his prick out of her pussy, a great foamy wash of mingled cum and cunt juice gushed out of her vacated fuck hole and poured down Claire's thighs. Jason rolled onto his back. His big prick, starting to soften now but still massive and impressive, flopped back and slapped wetly against his belly.
They were both still breathing hard. They lay side by side, enjoying the contentment that followed their simultaneous orgasms, the satiation of that splendid fuck.
And that fuck that had satisfied them both so much had had quite the opposite effect on their peeping daughter.
Sally was wild with lust.
Kneeling at the door, one hand cupped over her burning cunt, she peered into the bedroom, her eyes scanning back and forth between her father's massive prick and her mother's cun-filled cunt. Watching them fuck had been delightful, but now the naughty teenager needed desperately to get her rocks off.
A hand-job simply wouldn't satisfy her, she knew.
She decided to try a bit more blackmail....
* * *
Earlier, when Sally had looked at her sister's hot cunt and watched the girl finger-fucking herself, it had occurred to her that it might be a lot of fun if she and her sister were to fingerfuck each other. Sally had never fooled around with another girl, but she knew a few girls who did-not lesbians, just normal girls who liked to take their pleasure and get their kicks where they could.
The idea was exciting. Sally figured it was really naughty to think about doing a thing like that with her own sister-and yet it was all the more thrilling simply because it was so naughty. It was almost like incest, she figured. And incest was always an exciting concept.
But then when she'd seen her father giving her mother's cunt some tonguing, Sally had a far more thrilling idea-and far more depraved, as well. Sally very much wanted to discover the joy of having a nimble tongue lapping on her hot pussy. "
She had the goods on her sister.
Could she blackmail Melissa into sucking her cunt.
Did she dare suggest cunt-lapping.
How would Melissa react to such a proposition?
Maybe if Sally offered to return the favor?
That idea was attractive in itself. The naughty teenaged nymphette wondered what a creamy pussy tasted like. Oh yes, Sally was perfectly willing to suck some cunt in return. But even as hot and horny as she was at the moment, she wasn't sure that she would have the nerve to ask Melissa to do it with her. It really wasn't the sort of thing that nice girls, especially sisters, ought to be doing.
Sally figured that maybe she had better start by demanding a hand-job in return for her continued silence.
Maybe pussy-lapping would sort of develop from their naturally, she hoped. Once two girls started fooling around with their cunts, it seemed quite likely that tongues might get involved as a matter of course, a natural extension of the fondling. If it just happened, once they were both hot, it wouldn't be as embarrassing as having to come right out and suggest or demand it. The idea had intrigued Sally all evening.
Sally took a last long look at her daddy's prick, then at her mother's pussy. She envied that creamy cunt the lovely load of cockmeat and cum it had just been stuffed with. That cunt certainly did look tasty, too, she had to admit.
She gave her own pussy a little squeeze, as if promising her pussy that it would soon have more serious attention.
Then she moved away from the partially open door and got to her feet. She headed down the hall towards Melissa's room.
She was wondering, hopefully and doubtfully at the same time, just what Melissa would think of the idea of sucking a cunt.
She stopped at her sister's door and was just about to knock when she heard Melissa moan with a sound that could only mean one thing. Melissa must be finger-fucking herself, thought Sally. That was good! It meant that Melissa would be hot and, therefore, much more inclined to go along with Sally's naughty ideas.
Sally, confirmed little voyeur that she was, figured that it might be a kick to look through the keyhole and watch her sister frigging her cunt for a moment, before she joined in.
Grinning impishly, she knelt down and pressed one big blue eye to the keyhole.
She gasped with shock, then whimpered with pure lust.
Now she knew what Melissa thought about sucking a cunt!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Some weeks before, Melissa had discovered that she was one of those lucky girls who were limber enough to suck their own cunts. She had made the discovery more or less by accident. She had been finger-fucking herself as she sat on the edge of her bed. Watching her stiff fingers fuck in and out, she had lowered her head inch by inch, fascinated by the sight, the sound, the scent. After a while she realized that her head was almost between her legs.
The idea had struck her like a thunderbolt.
Melissa had never had her pussy lapped and now she realized that it might be possible to service herself that way. She felt no qualms about it, as she might have if it had been some other girl's pussy. It was not a lesbian act, she reasoned-it was just a variation on masturbation, using her tongue instead of her fingers.
She pushed that hot tongue out.
Saliva dripped into her open cunt.
She craned her neck and strained her back, and the tip of her tongue touched her trembling clit.
She creamed at the very first touch.
Horny to begin with and already worked up by finger-fucking herself, she had been pretty near the peak, anyhow. And the added thrill of doing such a depraved thing, along with the touch of her tongue, brought her off quickly and deliciously.
She had known her tongue would feel wonderful on her clit, but she was surprised to find that her cunt felt just as nice on her tongue-that lapping her pussy was as good as getting it lapped. She didn't try to figure out why that should be, or why a normal, heterosexual girl would adore the taste of cunt juice.
Instead, she settled down and did it again, giving herself a long, leisurely cunt-lapping that brought her shuddering to another climax-and filled her hungry mouth with a lovely load of pussy cream.
Since that discovery, Melissa had been giving herself head two or three times a week.
Tonight, inspired by having sucked her first prick and swallowed her first load of jism, Melissa was in the mood to gobble her gash with gusto, enjoying both ends of the linkage equally, pleasuring her mouth and her pussy at the same time.
When Melissa got to her bedroom she undressed right away and then-because she took after her parents, the same as her kid sister did-she spent some time admiring her naked body in the mirror.
She watched her nipples swell.
She turned and looked over her shoulder at her rounded, sexy ass and long, shapely legs.
She smiled at her reflection-and saw that there was still a faint silvery residue of cum on her smiling lips. She watched her pink tongue glide across, gathering the spunk.
She remembered how she'd sucked Jeff's prick and recalled how her kid sister had watched, playing with herself.
Her cunt was bubbling by this time and her mouth, the other object of that depraved intention, was watering just as if her saliva was cunt juice and her tongue a clit. Well, Jeff had used her mouth as if it were a cunt, fucking into it. She liked that thought. Having a pussy at both ends could double a girl's pleasure.
Melissa adjusted the mirror to reflect her bed and then moved to that bed. She curled on the soft mattress and began to pet herself. She stroked her satiny belly and her firm tits, then parted her legs widely and dipped her hand between them, brushing lightly along the parted folds of her cuntlips and across the tingling bead of her clit.
Her reflected image shimmered and shuddered. It was like having another girl in the room with her, she thought-like it had been when she and her sister watched each other masturbate. Well, almost-not quite. A onedimensional image was not really as good as a hot, living body.
And hands were not as good as a tongue.
Melissa was ready to perform her mouth-tocunt gymnastics.
She slid down in the big bed and tensed her lithe body. Then, with an adept flip, she brought her knees back and over her shoulders. Her feet were above her head, her upturned ass hovering, her juicy pussy just over her face.
Melissa teased herself.
She fluttered her tongue an inch from her clit, watching that near miss in the mirror. Her clit elongated, as if seeking to reach that tantalizing tongue. She slid one hand onto her upturned ass and ran a finger down the crack, then pushed gently into the taut brown bud of her asshole. Then she caressed her crotch from the rear and fingered the burning lips of her pussy with loving attention. Her legs began to pump, bicycling in the air.
Cunt juice welled up in her open pussy slot and ran slowly down over her clit and into her cunt hair.
She lapped a drop of that hot fluid up, her tongues rustling through the golden, curly pubic forest like some nimble pink rodent. Her eyes gleamed as she let that succulent droplet run over her taste buds, then she swallowed it down.
"Ummm," she purred.
Melissa tapped the tip of her tongue against her turbulent clit and a great spasm of passion caused her to tremble.
She began to lap at her clit as it swelled and stiffened. Using both hands now, she spread the lips of her pussy wide open, unfolding her cunt so that she could send her questing tongue slithering into the depths of her creamy cunt slot.
Melissa was vibrating all through her arched body.
Her eyes, fixed on the mirror, were glazed with passion as she watched her tongue delve in and out of her hot fuck hole.
Her cunt sucked and dragged upon her tongue, her cuntlips working with soft, oiled suction. She pushed a finger up her cunt and began to finger-fuck herself while her lips concentrated on sucking steadily on her burning clit.
Her thighs rippled, her ass tightened and, as the joyous sensation flooded through her pussy, Melissa went to work on herself in earnest. She was fucking her fingers in and out, flipping her wrist and shoving three stiff fingers up her cunt hole and scissoring them about in the creamy depths. Her lips were eagerly pulling on her clit and the cream of her desire was flowing freely from her pussy slot now. Pearly drops of cunt juice seeped down the writhing carpet of her tongue and slipped past her pursed lips and filled her hungry mouth with the delicate nectar of her loins.
Melissa was worshiping herself, adoring herself, her narcissism and exhibitionism and voyeurism all coming into play to enhance the physical sensations of the solitary act. Her eyes devoured her image in the mirror while her mouth devoured her cunt. She opened her lips wide and plastered her mouth upon her cunt like a suction cup. Thick, tasty cunt juices gushed out.
Her climax was fast approaching.
She would have liked to hold it back, to linger over the double-ended delights. But her raging orgasm swept across her belly like a storm across a tossing sea and raced like an electric current up her churning thighs, driving her inexorably towards the peak, sweeping her onto the rocks of passion's turbulent shore.
She was at the height.
She hovered there, her cunt melting-yet with the final burst of her release held back, waiting, steaming. She felt as if the very fabric of her being was about to transform into cunt juice, as if the beating of her heart pumped only the fluids of passion, as if her veins carried the nectar of desire, as if her bones were liquefying and her mind evaporating in that carnal inferno.
Her fingers slid farther in. Her tongue flared up her cunt slot and her lips pulled greedily on her clit as she hovered at that blissful moment.
Then her orgasm ripped through her.
She came once, then twice, and yet a third time, each seething climax following so rapidly upon the one before that it was like one greatly prolonged sensation, dipping only slightly as she surged into the troughs between the crests. She was coming in waves and those waves were tidal waves, sweeping her to ecstasy.
Melissa moaned softly as her mouth filled up with hot cunt juice and she let it run back into her throat and seep sluggishly down into her belly, warming her like fiery liquor. That sweet pussy nectar was leaving her body and entering her body at the same time. It seemed as if the cunt juice she was swallowing was rushing right through her body and spilling back out into her sucking mouth, the chain unbroken, the current binding her in a neverending coil.
When she was drained at last, the happy girl moaned softly and lazily lapped her pussy clean before she adroitly uncoiled from her doubled-up position and lay out flat again.
She loved to suck herself off.
She loved to watch herself do it in the mirror.
Now Melissa remembered how she and her sister had watched as they finger-fucked themselves, and naturally she thought about how thrilled Sally would be if ever she could watch her eat herself out.
That would never happen, of course, she thought, not knowing that-through the keyhole-it already had.
CHAPTER NINE
When Sally first gazed into Melissa's bedroom, it took a moment for her to realize what was happening. She saw it clearly enough, but the situation was so unexpected that it failed to register as a whole and she saw only the various parts-that lovely ass hiked up in the air, the top of Melissa's blonde head framed by her parted thighs, her body bowed into a curve. Then the truth struck the hot little nymphette and she gave a gasp of pure lust.
She watched in fascination while her sister sucked herself to a juicy orgasm.
Now, with the last vestiges of inhibition and doubt melted in the inferno of her passion, Sally walked into her sister's bedroom, not bothering to knock.
Melissa looked up, startled.
She closed her legs to conceal her flooded pussy.
"What do you want?" she snapped, still annoyed because her kid sister had blackmailed her into blowing Jeff-although it had certain-ly been no hardship to pay that tasty ransom.
Sally didn't reply at once.
She crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I've been a naughty snoop again," she said, grinning.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I watched Daddy fuck Mommy-first," she said.
A gleam of interest showed in Melissa's eyes. She would have liked to watch that, too.
"Daddy's prick is lots bigger than Jeff's," Sally said.
Reminded of that prick and the previous blackmail, Melissa frowned and was about to make a sarcastic comment.
But Sally continued: "And then I peeked through your keyhole, Melissa-and I saw you giving yourself a nice suck!"
"Oh! You-you little pig!"
Sally giggled.
"Does it feel nice?" she asked. Melissa was blushing.
"I never realized you would suck a cunt as well as a cock, Melissa," Sally said innocently.
"Well-gee-my own cunt," mumbled Melissa.
"Does it taste as nice as it looks?" Sally asked.
"Don't be disgusting!" wailed Melissa.
"Boy, will all the boys and girls at school be surprised when I tell them that you eat yourself out!"
"Oh! Sally-you wouldn't?" gasped Melissa. "Sure I would," said Sally. "Please don't, Sally. Please!"
"Well-what will you give me if I don't?" Melissa looked suspicious. "What do you want?" she asked. "If you'll suck my pussy, I won't tell."
"Sally! That's-that's wicked!"
"Ummm. Nice and naughty."
"I-I'd be a lesbian if I did that!"
"Naw. You'd be a cunt-sucker, not a lesbian. There's a difference. Anyhow, you're already a cunt-sucker, even if it is your own cunt. So what's the difference?"
"I certainly won't!"
"Then I'll tell everybody," Sally said.
Melissa stared at her naughty sister, amazed by the request. The idea shocked and dismayed her-at first. But she had to admit that the thought of lapping her sister's hot pussy was not unattractive. Her own cunt was delicious and she had an idea that eating another girl out would be a real thrill.
She was being blackmailed again and, just as she did with the sucking of Jeff's cock, she was able to rationalize the situation, to reason that whatever she did under duress was not her own fault. She had the perfect excuse. If anyone was at fault it was Sally, not Melissa.
"I-I'd be too embarrassed," Melissa whispered.
"Suppose I do you, too?" Sally suggested. "If we suck each other off, neither of us had to be embarrassed."
"Oh! I-I don't know," Melissa said.
But she did know.
The idea of having her sexy little sister suck her pussy was wildly exciting. Her cunt began to simmer.
The situation had changed. No longer being blackmailed, she had been offered a bargain.
"Okay?" Sally whispered.
Melissa slowly nodded. "All right."
Sally hopped off the bed and began to undress. Melissa stared at her, scarcely able to believe that this was happening-that she and her sister were going to lick each other's cunts.
Who could believe a thing like that?
Well, their mother could, for one.
Because sexy Claire Tucker was listening outside the bedroom door!
Jason had fallen asleep and Claire had got up and headed for the bathroom to prepare for bed. She was going past Melissa's bedroom just in time to hear Sally say: "If we suck each other off, neither of us has to be embarrassed."
Claire stopped dead. Had she heard that right? It didn't seem possible! But what other possible meaning could there be to that statement? It was hardly ambiguous. Claire was shocked and intrigued. She heard Sally whisper: "Okay?" And, a moment later, Melissa said: "All right."
Waves of lust shot through Claire.
Claire had never made love with a woman, but she had often wondered what it would be like. She would have given it a try if the occasion had ever arisen, if another girl had suggested it. But the thought of her two sexy daughters doing it together was far more thrilling than the thought of doing it herself.
Claire just had to get a look at that!
She knelt down and looked through the keyhole.
Sally was undressing beside the bed and Melissa was stretched out, her legs parted again, her pussy wet. Her pink tongue slowly slid across her lips. Sally was giggling, as if it were more of a joke than anything serious-but there was nothing silly about the lustful look in her blue eyes.
Claire began to lick her lips.
Sally, naked, joined Melissa on the bed.
"Let's fool around a little bit, first. Okay?" she suggested.
Melissa didn't reply, but she placed her hand on Sally's hip. Sally began fondling Melissa's tits. The two horny teenagers began to feel each other up, both of them panting with the rising tide of passion. Melissa dipped a hand between her sister's legs and cupped her hot pussy. Sally squirmed and purred. She pushed a plump tit into Melissa's face and Melissa took a stiff nipple into her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily. She slid her middle finger up Sally's fuck hole. It was hot and juicy. She knew it was going to be delicious. When she raised her head, Sally ducked down and began mouthing Melissa's tits, in turn. Her hand had crept up to Melissa's groin and she was exploring the intricate folds and the stiffened clit with her fingertips.
It was the first time Sally had ever played with a pussy other than her own, and she was intrigued. The two sisters began to rub their nubile bodies together, belly to belly and tit to tit, pumping their loins as if one of them had a cock and they were actually fucking. Their nipples rubbed together like little fleshy daggers and their pussy hair entangled.
Melissa pushed her thigh between Sally's legs and Sally began to work her flooded cunt around on the smooth flesh. She pushed a thigh between Melissa's legs, and they ground away in a passionate embrace, linked in a lubricated coupling. Their mouths locked, and they began kissing, swapping tongues back and forth, panting into each other's mouth. From time to time, giving a little moan, one or the other of the girls would dip her head down and do some tit-sucking.
Claire was half-crazed by the sight.
She was observing from the direction of the foot of the bed so that she was able to clearly see both girls' soaking cunts as, from time to time, a thigh shifted out of the way. The sight of those pussies was jolting the woman with spasms of lust. She thought that it was wrong and wicked for the girls to be making love together-and she was all the more thrilled because it was such a naughty act. She wondered, vaguely, if it were possible, to commit incest between members of the same sex. She was so hot that she hoped it was. In fact, that made it even more naughty and, therefore, more exciting. She was trembling all through her lush body and streamers of hot cunt juice poured down the insides of her sleek thighs.
Sally drew her lips away from her sister's mouth and gazed directly into her eyes. "Lick me now," she whispered.
Whatever reservations Melissa had had about that had long since melted away in the heat of her arousal.
"Yes-I want to," she purred.
She began working her way down Sally's trembling body. She paused at the girl's tits and mouthed them lovingly, then tongued down her trim, taut abdomen, dipping into her belly button, moving lower still, onto her gent-ly rounded belly. Sally moaned and rolled onto her back, one knee raised slightly, her legs wide apart. Melissa turned with her, hovering over her. She ran her tongue through Sally's golden pubic thicket, lapping at the curly vee, stopping just short of her cunt slot. Then she slid down and began lapping up along the insides of Sally's thighs. She was teasing Sally, bypassing her crotch-and teasing herself, too, for Melissa was every bit as eager to suck that sweet honeypot as Sally was to get sucked. As her tongue ran moistly up Sally's thighs, Melissa gazed at the girl's cunt and her mouth watered at the sight.
She licked up the crease where Sally's thigh joined her torso, her tongue tracing a parallel path alongside the girl's open pussy, still not making that vital contact.
"Ohhh-tongue me, Melissa-lap my cunt!" Sally moaned.
Melissa spread Sally's cuntlips apart with her fingertips, exposing the darker inner pussy flesh, streaked with foamy cunt juice. She stared at that delectable sight, panting with hunger, her hot breath billowing right into her sister's open pussy. Her tongue pushed out, fluttering. She leaned in and flicked lightly up Sally's cunt slot.
"Oh!" Sally wailed, as she felt a hot tongue touch her pussy for the first time.
"Ummm," Melissa sighed, as her first ever taste of cunt tingled on her tongue and she realized that sucking a pussy was going to be even better than she had imagined-maybe even as good as sucking a cock!
She took another light lick. Her face tilted from side to side. She ran her tongue up Sally's unfurled cuntlips, then dipped it into her pussy gash. She lapped at her rigid clit. Holding her cuntlips open, she blew her hot breath up the soaking fuck hole. She tongued some more. She was experimenting, seeking the best way to do it, the way that would give both of them the most pleasure.
Melissa had discovered that cunt-sucking came naturally to her, that no previous experience was necessary. She hoped that when Sally's turn came, Sally would be a natural, too-but she was in no hurry to get to the other half of the cunt-sucking. She was enjoying her snack of snatch far too much to want to rush it. The best part would be when Sally creamed, she knew. It would be wonderful to feel that sweet pussy dissolve in the throes of an orgasm and to lap up the juicy flow of her release, but still, she wanted to enjoy the licking and sucking for a while before she brought about that creamy conclusion.
So far she had used only her tongue.
Now she opened her mouth and fitted her lips to Sally's cuntlips and began to kiss her pussy as if it were a mouth. Then she began to French kiss that hairy mouth, pushing her nimble tongue as far up the fuck hole as it would reach.
Sally's pussy sucked on Melissa's tongue.
Sally had begun to moan steadily, whimpering and gasping. Her belly pumped and her ass churned on the bed. Her smooth thighs closed around her sister's head, then flew open wide again.
Melissa began to suck steadily.
Cunt juice poured over her tongue and bubbled past her lips. She drank the delicious pussy cream and kept sucking for more, still stabbing her tongue in and out. Her lips were stuck to Sally's cunt like a limpet to a mossy stone, glued there by sticky saliva and pussy paste. Her head moved around as she rubbed her whole face in that gooey pussy, coating himself with cunt juice.
"Ummm-ummm-ummm," she sighed, adoring her sister's pussy.
Her hands cupped Sally under the ass.
Sally arched.
Melissa tilted the girl's crotch up, as if her cunt were a foaming bowl from which she was draining the dregs.
"Come," she murmured. "Come for me, Sally-cream in my mouth!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sally moaned.
The thrill had begun to pulse through her.
Her whole body vibrated as she ground her cunt in her sister's eager face, the waves of bliss flooding through her loins.
Melissa tongued and sucked Sally's cunt with joy. Sucking her own cunt, lovely as it was, had never given Melissa the wild pleasure that she was deriving from sucking her sister's cunt. The hot pussy cream gushed out and she slurped it up hungrily.
Sally cried out aloud at the peak.
Then her pussy melted and her wild release came crashing from the heights as, shuddering and moaning, she came in Melissa's eager mouth.
At long last, drained, Sally stopped thrashing and lay back, panting and purring.
Melissa kept lapping merrily away to make sure that she had worked off every spasm.
She raised her head and the two girls grinned at each other, sharing a delicious sense of depravity.
"Oh, that was very naughty," Melissa murmured.
"Ummmm-and ever so nice."
"Yummy. I'm glad you blackmailed me into doing it."
"But I didn't, Melissa. I made a deal with you," said Sally. "And now I've got to return the favor."
Melisa moaned at the thought.
Just as another cunt had been nicer on her tongue than her own cunt, she knew that another tongue-her sister's tongue-was going to make her come better than her own.
Cunt-sucking was far better in company than it was in solitude!
And for her part, Sally was eager to try it.
Melissa had enjoyed that snack so much that Sally just knew it was going to be a treat. The horniness of her mouth seemed to be indirectly proportional to that of her cunt. Now that her pussy was taken care of, the naughty nymphette was starving for her first taste of cunt, ravenous for the succulent feast.
She lay back, her tongue gliding across her lips.
Melissa giggled and moved up. She figured that, now that they had started, she and Sally were going to be giving each other head all the time, and that it would be a good idea to experiment with different positions.
She decided to sit on her sister's face.
She threw one knee across and mounted the girl.
Sally's head tilted up like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
A thick drop of cunt juice fell onto Sally's lips.
Melissa stared down, watching Sally's tongue slide across and gather up that sweet nugget of pussy juice.
Claire was watching, too, of course ... And it was then that Jason awoke alone in bed and wondered where his wife had gone.
CHAPTER TEN
Jason had drifted into a light slumber after fucking his wife, but he didn't sleep soundly or long. Jason had been so absolutely inspired by having watched his daughter suck Jeff off that one hand-job followed by one fuck was not enough to reduce his fuck-lust. By the time he awoke, his prick was already hard again, standing up like a big-knobbed tower from his loins.
He reached out to caress his wife.
But Claire was no longer beside him.
He waited for a few moments, expecting her to return soon. But then he wondered if maybe she hadn't been ready to sleep and, thinking that he was sleeping soundly, had gone back downstairs. He eyed his prick, wondering if he should jack off again. He folded his fist around the shaft of his prick and gave it a tentative pull. No, he didn't feel like that. He felt like some more pussy.
He decided to look for Claire.
He got up and moved to the door and, looking down the hall, he found Claire immediate-ly.
He found her kneeling at Melissa's door with her eye pressed to the keyhole-and cunt juice streaming down her thighs!
Well, I'll be damned! Jason thought. My wife must enjoy the same things that I do!
He grinned at the discovery.
It would be nice to share future voyeurism with her, he was thinking. He even wondered what Claire would think of the idea of wearing a raincoat to the park and flashing her pussy at passing strangers. But what on earth was she looking at now with such evident rapture? Had Melissa sneaked her boyfriend into her bedroom? Or was she finger-fucking herself? Whatever was going on, Jason wanted a look at it.
Naked, his prick hard as a rock, he walked down the hall.
Claire looked up, startled, when the elongated shadow of Jason's cock fell over her.
"Oh!" she gasped.
She was deeply embarrassed at having been caught peeking into her daughter's bedroom.
But then she saw that her husband was grinning-and remembered that he, too, had spied on Melissa.
"What's going on?" he whispered. "You'll never guess," she said. Jason knelt down beside Claire. "Let's have a look," he said. She hesitated, not sure what he would think of the situation. It was not, after all, the sort of thing he would be expecting.
"Well-get ready for a shock," she said. She moved out of the way and Jason looked in through the keyhole. She saw him stiffen with surprise. He turned and looked at her, incredulity on his face. She raised her eyebrows.
Then they both grinned.
Jason turned back to the keyhole.
Sally was tonguing the air.
Melissa's juicy pussy was hovering over her, just out of reach. Sally gazed up hungrily at the creamy cunt slot, her lips parted and her tongue flashing impatiently.
Then Melissa slowly descended, settling on the girl's eager, upturned face, and Sally began to tongue her sister's cunt with voracious slurps and ravenous strokes.
"Ooooh! It's good!" Sally wailed, her words echoing up the chamber of her sister's cunt.
Just as Melissa had, Sally discovered that she was a natural cunt-lapper, that the juicy, tasty act was instinctive to her. She stabbed her tongue up the hot fuck hole and began to use her lips, sucking the sweet pussy nectar out with enthusiasm.
Melissa's hips and ass ground about as she fucked her cunt on her sister's tongue and lips.
Melissa was so hot from having sucked Sally off that she began to come almost at once.
The waves laced across her belly and darted up her tensed thighs as she rode Sally's tongue to the crest.
"Coming!" she wailed. "I'm coming!"
"Ummmm-do it! Give it to me!" Sally gasped.
Her neck craned up as she plastered her lips over her sister's pussy and hungrily sucked the juices out.
Melissa shuddered and trembled and her pussy nectar flowed in a deluge. She was mopping Sally's face with her cunt muff and Sally was mouthing the sweet cunt slot with gusto. But all too soon, it was over. Melissa had been too worked up, too ready to cream, and it had come far too soon to suit either of the girls. Melissa had wanted to enjoy a long, lingering session on her sister's eager face, and Sally had wanted to tongue that tasty pussy for hours.
They were both disappointed. Melissa stopped writhing. Sally tongued her cunt lazi-ly.
"You came too quick," she sighed. "I know," Melissa whispered. "Shall I do it again?" Sally asked brightly. "Ummm-I have an idea!" Melissa said. "Let's do each other at the same time!"
"Ooooh, yes! We can sixty-nine!" Sally said enthusiastically. That would be the best of both aspects of this lovely encounter, she thought. They would both have the thrill at each end at the same time!
"Let's time it so we come together!" she squealed, loving the idea of drinking cunt juice at the same instant that her own cunt juice bubbled out of her pussy.
Melissa was just as keen on the idea.
The older girl began to turn around into the position of inverted love, without removing her crotch from her sister's face as she did so, but spinning slowly around to face the other way. Sally arched under her, her thighs spreading apart. Melissa bent down and buried her face between Sally's legs and began to lap her cunt. Her hands slid under the girl's ass, tilting her groin up. Sally was holding Melissa by the ass, too, as she pushed her face up and gobbled merrily away. Sucking steadily, nursing on each other's flowing founts, the two naughty sisters sixty-nined happily away with Melissa on top, at first. Then, as if by some tacit understanding, they rolled over and lay on their flanks, still linked up in the doubleheaded embrace. After a while, Sally rolled on top as they tried all the variations.
And just as the girls were changing positions,.so were their avidly watching parents.
Jason gave a little moan when he saw his daughters eating each other out. His prick sprang out with such vigor the cock head bumped against the door.
Claire, deprived of peeping through the keyhole, whimpered with impatience and frustration.
"What are they doing?" she whispered in his ear.
"Sucking each other-sixty-nining," he whispered.
"Oooooh! Let me see!"
She pulled her husband away from the keyhole and peeped. Jason could not bear it. He gently pushed Claire aside and took his turn at the keyhole. Husband and wife began to jockey for position, pushing and pulling. The sight was fascinating, yet there was only one keyhole to be shared. Jason got himself firmly established at the keyhole and refused to shift away, to give Claire a look.
She yanked at his hair.
He slid a hand down between her legs and began to slowly finger-fuck her cunt, thinking that she might feel more contented because of the fondling but, although a good fingerfucking was always welcome, Claire wanted to see her daughters sixty-nine. She grasped Jason's prick and jacked it up and down, but still tried to shoulder him aside. Then he had an idea.
"Wait a second," he whispered. "I'll just open the door a crack-that way we can both look in!"
"But-suppose they notice?"
He grinned crookedly.
"They can't notice," he said. "Their heads are buried in each other's crotch."
Claire was doubtful. But the thought of having a clear view of the scene was enough to convince her and she nodded.
Jason slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open slightly.
Claire moved in and peered through the crack. She gave a little stifled moan as she saw Sally's hot tongue flipping up Melissa's creamy pussy gash. She was amazed to find that her daughters were both curttsuckers-and incestuous cunt-suckers, at that-and it thrilled her to the marrow of her bones. It sure looked as if the naughty nymphettes were enjoying themselves. Claire began to wonder when and where she might get a chance to try a little pussy-lapping. Anything that looked as tasty as a wet pussy looked simply had to be a delectable feast, she reasoned, and her mouth began to water as her hot eyes delivered that sight to her mind.
Jason was kneeling behind Claire, looking over her shoulder.
She still had his cock in her hand and he was still slowly fucking three fingers up her cunt. She stroked his prick and his cock head pushed against her ass. It occurred to the man that they were positioned just as if they intended to enjoy a doggy-style fuck. No sooner had he realized that than he thought: Why not? It would be great to have his fat cock fucking in and out of Claire's cunt while they both thrilled to the sight of their sixty-nining daughters.
He fitted the tip of his prick into her pussy slot.
Claire's ass began to heave as she worked her flooded cunt slot around on his cock head. Her hand slipped down to cup his balls. Jason grasped her by the hipbones as if they were handles. He worked his cock meat into her pussy slowly, inch by inch, until his cock was buried balls-deep up her smoldering fuck hole.
He held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of having every inch of his cock embedded in hot pussy. Claire's talented cunt began to pull and drag on his prick and her hips started to move up and down like pistons. She pushed back against him, her upthrust ass pressing against his belly.
Jason drew his cock out until only his knob was up her cunt.
He fucked his cock in again.
Claire met him with equal intensity, humping and pumping, fucking herself on his prick while he fucked back at her. The fat cock was pumping cunt juice out of her, soaking his balls and belly. His hands slid up to cup her tits from behind, as they swayed beneath her like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. In and out he fucked his prick.
Both of them were still concentrating totally on the cunt-lapping scene in the bedroom. They were enjoying the sensation of their own fucking, physically, but their minds were fixed upon their shared voyeurism.
They didn't realize that the sight was drawing closer to their eyes.
Jason was fucking Claire forwards with his powerful fuck-strokes. Each time he poured the prick up her, she crept forward another inch or two. Her head and shoulders were soon within the room. Then his head, too, was inside the doorway as, fucking like dogs, they moved, without realizing it, towards the bed on which their daughters were sixy-nining.
By the time they realized what they had done, it was too late....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sally was on top now, her head buried, wallowing around in her sister's foaming crotch like a playful porpoise in a pool. She didn't know which end she was enjoying more, that sweet feast of pussy or the hot, nimble tongue that was sweeping up her own juicy cunt. She didn't know if her clit was any hotter than her tongue.
Suddenly, she saw her mother's face at the doorway. She saw the woman's big tits hanging down into a pair of cupped hands. A moment later her father's contorted face also came into sight, hovering above her mother's shoulder. Both of them were twitching and jerking violently. Sally was aghast. Her mother and father had been watching them! Shame rushed through her and she blushed furiously.
And yet, Jason and Claire did not look shocked or scandalized. They looked interested and fascinated.
And they were fucking!
Sally, being a voyeur, herself, immediately understood the fascination involved. But she didn't dare meet their eyes. She buried her face in her sister's steaming cunt.
But then she looked up again.
Despite her mortification, Sally wanted to watch her mother and father fuck like dogs.
She looked right at her mother.
"Oh!" Claire gasped, as she realized what had happened-that they had fucked right into plain sight.
Jason realized it, too, and missed a fuckstroke.
But he was ready to blow his wad. It was too late to stop now. He continued to pump his prick into Claire and, moving like a panting steam engine, he fucked her right up to the foot of the bed.
Claire's chin rested on the mattress. Jason hovered over her shoulder. They watched Sal-ly's tongue slide around in Melissa's cunt and saw Melissa's cunt juice pouring out.
Sally was watching her father fuck his prick up Claire.
They all realized that there was nothing they could say-that they were all guilty of the same sins and, sharing the blame, there was no reason to be embarrassed.
Claire was almost ready to come.
In that electric instant, with the thrill racing through her hot pussy, the woman was without inhibition.
She slid up higher, her face moving in between Melissa's legs.
"Let me have a lick," she whispered. Sally was startled.
Her mother wanted to lick her sister's cunt!
But why not? She was certainly enjoying it. She grinned and raised her face from Melissa's pussy. Claire pushed in, her tongue fluttering. She began lapping her daughter's cunt.
"Oooooh," Claire purred.
Sally dipped down again, from the top. She began tonguing Melissa's stiff clit while Claire tongued her cunt hole.
Everyone came at once.
Sally creamed into Melissa's upturned face.
Melissa's pussy melted into two eager mouths.
Jason squirted his thick cum-load up Claire's cunt and she creamed with him, her spasms racking her loins as her pussy juice poured out around his spurting prick.
Drained, Sally dismounted frm her sister's face.
Melissa was smiling dreamily. She looked down-and saw that her mother was between her legs!
"Oh! It wasn't my fault!" she wailed. "Naughty Sally blackmailed me into doing it!"
But even as she tried so desperately to exonerate herself and cast the blame on her sister, she realized that it wasn't necessary-for her mother was still lapping away at her melting pussy.
Jason and Sally watched with interest.
Jason pulled his prick out of his wife's fuck hole. Her cunt slurped as he vacated it, and his cock came out with a flourish and snapped right up to rampant attention. Despite his ejaculation, the man was so excited by the situation that his lust was unquenchable.
Sally, that naughty little virgin, looked at her daddy's cock. That sight was as thrilling as the sight of her mother's tongue busily working on her sister's cunt. Her eyes shifted back and forth, looking from cock to cunt, in turn.
She was licking her lips.
She looked up at her father's eyes and lifted her eyebrows in an expression of willingness, of questioning eagerness.
Jason groaned. Did he dare do it? It was wicked-but oh so wonderful! He hadn't made up his mind-but his body was already moving of its own accord. He rose up and knelt on the bed.
His prick stuck out near his daughter's face.
Sally's hot breath billowed over the cock tip and her eyes crossed as she focused on that succulent slab of purple prick meat. This was no time to worry about the morality of the issue, to ponder the sin of incest. Her mouth was drooling. She simply had to have a taste of her father's delicious-looking prick!
She began to tongue his cock head.
Soaked in Claire's pussy juice, it was even tastier than Sally had thought a prick would be! She sucked the cock head into her mouth and began to work on it hungrily. Her lips collared the fat prick shaft and pulled while her tongue lashed against the throbbing underside of the big meaty mouthful. She bobbed up and down.
They all watched each other.
Claire, still tonguing Melissa's pussy, watched Sally's lips sucking on Jason's cock head just beside her face-beside Melissa's loins. Sally looked sideways, enjoying the sight of her cunt-lapping mother as she enjoyed a suck on that huge cock.
Melissa envied Sally that mouthful of cock meat.
Having become a confirmed cock-sucker with her very first taste of Jeff's prick, it was only natural that Melissa should be jealous of her sister for having such a lovely mouthful of cock. She began to move down, on her elbows, rotating her body without dislodging her crotch from her mother's face. She moved in side by side with Sally, cheek to cheek. She began using her tongue to lap up and down Jason's fat cock stalk, giving his balls some loving attention, then slurping back up until she was lapping at the cock meat just where it vanished into Sally's mouth.
The two sisters kissed with Jason's cock head between their parted lips. Sally drew her mouth away and gave Melissa a chance to take that colossal prick into her mouth and suck on it. They began taking alternate sucks on his incandescent cock knob, each girl licking his balls as she waited for her turn on the tasty cock. His prick knob was starting to drip now. Foamy pre-cum trickled onto their lips and tongues, whetting their appetites. He began to groan and his hips jolted as he pushed his prick in and out.
Sally realized that he was going to shoot his cum-load very soon. She had been willing to share his cock meat with her sister, but she wanted that succulent load of cum all for herself. She clamped her lips over his cock and began to suck with the steady attention that she knew would bring him off.
Melissa sighed, realizing that she was not going to get a drink of jizz from her father's big cock, but knowing it was only fair. She had already swallowed Jeff's tasty cum-load and it was her hungry sister's turn for a cummy feast.
Suddenly Jason howled and fucked his prick right back into Sally's throat.
A great deluge of cum poured down her gullet and the girl gulped it down with joy and kept on sucking, milking his cock and balls, swallowing all that she could manage. Cum verflowed her slurping lips and ran down her chin.
Melissa lapped the sweet cock nectar up from her sister's face and lips, getting a small portion for herself.
After Jason stopped shooting jism, Sally nursed gently on his cock head to make sure that she had milked out every precious drop of his cum, then drew her creamy lips away and kissed Melissa.
Milky spunk sloshed back and forth between their sticky mouths.
Jason, watching his two sexy daughters sharing his jism, wondered if oral sex constituted incest. He wasn't sure of the definition of incest.
He didn't like being unsure of such things.
But he knew damned well that fucking was incest. And so, just to remove the element of doubt, he fucked Sally and then he fucked Melissa.
