Today's middle-class Americans maintain a stable outlook which in reality masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex for the adult and pre-teenager alike, and, for some, the breakup of marital relationships as a result of wife-swapping. The children observe their parents' so-called "mature" lifestyles. The mark is made, the effect lasts a lifetime.
This is the story of two families engaging in debauchery where family relationships mean nothing and the satisfaction of the senses means everything. What happens to these parents and their children is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with all.
Business as usual is the daily norm. But is it? Not for these two families-outwardly, yes, in reality, no.
MAKE ROOM FOR DADDY-a novel with a lesson for those unaware of what is really happening behind America's closed doors.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Polly wasn't thinking about her hot cunt when she picked up the gaudy pink beads. At least not at first. The dime store clerk smiled at her, and Polly almost put the damned things back with the other junk jewelry. But she didn't. Her mind was working. The beads were the size of marbles. No, slightly bigger. They were very smooth, and there were lots of them. Polly fingered them and felt a tingle between her thighs. What would it feel like to oil the beads up, stretch them along her cunt and...?
"Oh wow!" she breathed, imagining the whole string of pink, rounded spheres rubbing back and forth in the dripping heat of her young cunt. She was suddenly trembling, her face flushed with embarrassed excitement. She took the beads to a check-out stand and paid for them. In less than fifteen minutes she was closing her bedroom door behind her and turning the key. In another minute she had all her clothes off.
Her mirror reflected what she wished she could change. Polly knew she was rather skinny, and her breasts, though budding, seemed to be taking forever to grow. Her thin shoulders and arms made her seem almost frail. Her hands and feet were larger than she wanted them to be. Her belly was flat and hard, and her hipbones jutted out from her flesh, outlining her widening hips.
She tried to brush her hair, but the bristles just caught in her tight, red curls, and she gave up. Around her cunt was a fringe of sparse, red kinks. Polly wondered whether men liked girls with red cunt hair.
She turned from her reflection and dug the beads out of the pocket of her blue jeans. Her cunt already felt slippery as she fingered the pink beads. She wondered if she was crazy for thinking of something so perverse. But lately she'd been thinking of hardly anything besides sex. It weighed on her mind, tortured her, teased her. She thought of boys and the way they were shaped. She thought of the hot-looking lumps in their pants. She thought of being kissed and fondled. Kissing reminded her of her braces. She smiled grotesquely at the mirror, hating the wires and gadgets that had been put there for her own good. Then she looked at the beads.
"These are really for my good, not what somebody else thinks is good for me."
She took a deep breath and passed one end of the necklace between her legs. Holding the beads up against her cunt, she began very slowly to pull them back and forth along her pussy. The bumping sensation of the pink spheres passing over her cunt was pleasant, very pleasant. Polly's heart was beating faster now. She was panting slightly.
"Mmmmmm, oh, that's nice." She pulled harder on the ends as she stroked the necklace down, her right hand descending her belly until it was even with her cunt hair. Slowly she brought it back up again, slipping her other hand down her back to the beginning of her ass crack. The beads had forced her cuntlips wide this time, and had picked up the slippery lubrication her cunt was pouring out.
"Shit!" she groaned, her eyes fluttering with the thrills she felt. The beads were thumping over her clit one by one. She found that by doing it slowly, a sexy, tantalizing tingle was created. By jerking the necklace faster, the bumping friction almost made her knees give out. "Whhhuuuuhhh," she sighed, pulling the beads rhythmically back and forth, back and forth. Her clit bulged from its hood. She pulled the necklace harder up between her young pussylips. Her strokes were becoming more urgent, more frantic. The juices poured from her small cunt as they never had before.
Polly moved toward the mirror to see herself completely. She'd never thought about watching herself excite her own body. She didn't really make a habit of masturbation, anyway.
But with the beads, stretched between her slim thighs and all glossy with her cunt juice, Polly thrilled to see it happening. The beads were making slick, sliding sounds. She pulled them across her cunt, the little, pink balls thumped through her clasping, hot cunt with erotic-sounding slurps and snicks.
"Uhhhh, it's good, really good!" Polly spread her feet wider apart. She felt weak and giddy, her heart thumping as her excitement spiraled up and up.
"Ghhhaah, I don't think I can stand this much longer." The beads, slick with her own cunt juice and rubbing over the thoroughly lubricated flesh of her clitoris, drove her into a ravenous, hungry fever! It was lovely, but maddening.
"Ohhh, Jesus Christ, I'm so hot! I'm about to faint I'm so hot!"
In the mirror she saw her tangerine-sized breasts quivering as she jerked from the itchy pleasure between her thighs. Her white tits were tipped with orange-hued nipples. And the little nubs were extended now, surprisingly large for so young a girl.
"Ohhhh, I think I'm gonna come! Yesss, if I can just keep these damned beads going long enough."
A car pulled into the driveway, and Polly heard doors slam and a girl's laughter. It was her brother Dirk bringing a girl to the house. Polly couldn't resist peeking. She let the beads slip from one hand and took them with her to the window. Below her she saw Dawn Harrison. Dirk had his arm around the pretty blonde's waist. At the front door, he pulled Dawn against him and kissed her. Polly could see her brother sliding his fingers down the short, pleated skirt Dawn always seemed to wear. It was really part of her cheerleading outfit, but even when school was over for the summer she liked to remind people that she was a darling of Union High. Polly thought Dawn was as dumb as she was good-looking.
Now that the two of them were in the house, Polly could hear their muffled voices below. She pulled back the corner of the carpet to expose the old floor grate that connected her room to the ceiling of the living room below. When her father had totally remodeled the old place he'd left the grates intact for the sake of authenticity. All it took was peeling back the rug to let her see and hear all that transpired in the living room below. She lay on her belly, peering down through the metal grid, still firmly grasping the beads.
"Oh, I got so sweaty playing tennis today," Dawn sighed, fluffing her blonde hair. Dirk brought in two glasses and a bottle of brandy. Polly shook her head at his nerve. Father wouldn't approve. But Father wouldn't be home for three hours, nor would their mother.
"I had a date with Phil today," Dawn said, twirling gracefully so that her short skirt flared to show her white panties. Her panties clung tightly to the perfectly rounded halves of her ass. Polly bit her lip, wishing her ass looked like that, all soft and pertly rounded, warm and plush. She didn't blame her brother for wanting to touch Dawn's ass. Dirk offered Dawn a glass of brandy.
"If you had a date with Phil, why didn't you go?"
"I broke it. For you." Dawn sipped the brandy and smiled smugly. "I hope you appreciate the fact, that's all."
"Dawn, I always appreciate you." He held the blonde cheerleader close. The girl's tits seemed to rise in her blouse as he nuzzled her. He bent to kiss her freckled neck.
"Oh, Dirk, I don't know why I like you. You're not a jock, and I usually just go out with jocks."
"You like me 'cause I'm a college boy, right?" The two of them sipped their brandy. Polly had to remind herself that Dawn was only a year older than she was, because the difference between sixteen and seventeen seemed like a light year in this instance. At seventeen, Dawn had it all. At sixteen, Polly felt like a skinny little nothing with braces and frizzy red hair.
"Ohhh, don't Dirk! Please darling ... don't...."
Polly's hot cunt throbbed as she watched her brother lick Dawn's ear. Though protesting, the girl didn't try to stop him. Her long eyelashes fluttered. Her lush breasts rose and fell under her thin blouse. Dirk unbuttoned her blouse, to find that Dawn wasn't wearing a bra. One large, white tit was exposed. Dirk bent to smother her tit with kisses. Dawn was trembling now, her brandy glass clenched tightly in her fist.
"Let me put that down for you," Dirk said.
"Oh, Dirk, we shouldn't be doing this. I don't feel right. Not here."
"Want to go up to my bedroom?"
"Of course not!" Dawn tried to pull away, but Dirk tongued her nipple. He tightened his arms around the pretty girl's waist. She whimpered and let him feast on her soft tits. Polly noticed that Dawn's nipples were lighter in color than her own. Dawn's tits were tipped with pink. Her tits seemed to be every bit as sensitive as Polly knew hers were, because she was gasping and squirming as Dirk covered her nipples with hot licks.
"Ohhh, my!" Dawn sighed. "You'd better let me sit down."
She perched coyly on the sofa, buttoning up her blouse. Dirk watched her. Polly thought she could see the lust on his face. She could see the swollen lump at the crotch of his jeans. Her brother was twenty-one and seemed ages older than her when it came to experience. She looked up to him a lot. It irked her to see him spending so much energy on a dummy like Dawn, a little high school brat who'd fade as soon as she graduated. Polly could imagine her waiting tables in a truck stop on the edge of town in just a few years.
"I've got a present for you," Dirk announced.
"Oh! For me?" Dawn bounced excitedly on the sofa, her hair flouncing prettily. Her short nose and bright, blue eyes made her look like a cupie doll.
"I'll give you the present now if you promise you'll put them on."
"Here? Now?"
"Yep." Dirk reached under a chair and held up a ribboned box. Polly put her face closer to the grate as Dawn took the package and shook it.
"I have to put them on?" She bit her lip. "That means a pair of something. And if I know you, Dirk Hanson-" Dawn tore at the wrapping.
"Remember, baby, you gotta put them on. Right here."
The box lid was off now, and Dawn held up a pair of panties. Polly's heart thumped. They couldn't really be called panties at all. They were simply a triangle of red nylon that narrowed to a slender band, and then widened to another triangle in back. Polly could only imagine a stripper wearing something so sexy.
"Okay," Dirk said grinning. "Let's see them on you."
Dawn's face reddened. "I guess I did get myself into this." She took a breath and stood up.
Dirk watched hungrily as the pretty blonde lowered her white panties down her ass and dropped them on the sofa behind her. He snatched them up and nuzzled the dainty things.
Dawn watched him with shocked amazement. Then she giggled. "That's why I like you, Dirk. You're absolutely crazy!"
"These are mine," he said, dangling the damp-crotched undies before his face.
"You're awful!" Dawn said. She was looking at the red g-string. Her fingers trembled. Polly was trembling, too. She wondered how something so sexy would feel against her own cunt. Dawn raised her leg to put on the panties. For a moment, Polly glimpsed the blonde fringe of hair that didn't quite cover Dawn's plump pussy. She knew that her brother had seen it too. Dawn struggled to preserve her modesty, blushing redder all the time.
"There!" she said, fluffing her skirt down. "They fit perfectly."
"How do they feel?" Dirk said, stuffing the white panties into his pocket and moving toward her.
"Sexy!" Dawn whispered. Dirk pulled her into his arms. He fondled her ass under her skirt. Dawn whimpered and pretended to try to escape, but Dirk had her in his arms, hugging and squeezing her. Polly could see his finger smoothing the flesh where the red nylon clung.
"Ohhh, don't do that!" Dawn protested.
Dirk was breathing hard now. He pushed Dawn down on the sofa and knelt on the floor before her closed knees.
"No, Dirk! Ohhh!" She was shivering, her hands on his shoulders as if to push him away. But Polly noticed that her brother had an easy time of putting his face between Dawn's thighs. He lifted her skirt up and pushed her knees apart. The panting blonde fell back weakly against the cushions as Dirk kissed her thighs.
"We can't, Dirk. We c-c-can't do this here, darling!"
Dirk moved her around so she was lying full-length on the sofa, her thighs apart, exposing the band of red silk that covered her pussy. Already her pussy was dark with juice. Now Dawn wasn't trying to stop him. He began to nuzzle her plump cunt under the nylon. Dawn breathed faster, and squirmed.
"You smell good," Dirk said.
"Oh, I'm all sweaty from tennis and everything."
"I like your smell. I could eat you every day of the week."
"Don't talk like that Dirk. It's wicked. If my mother knew-"
"Honey-baby," Dirk moaned, licking the red silk harder. Dawn closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Polly watched the girl's plush bottom writhe as Dirk began to ease the nylon band to one side. As the band was stretched away from Dawn's cunt, Polly pressed her thighs tightly together and worked her ass up and down. She was really getting an eyeful this time. She couldn't believe she was actually going to witness it. She'd heard the term whispered around at school-going down on a girl, giving a girl head, eating a girl's-. It was almost too erotic to think about. And there on the sofa in the room below, her brother was about to perform that very act upon a squirming Dawn Harrison.
Dawn's panty crotch was pushed aside now, and Polly could see the dainty, glistening folds of the blonde's cunt. The light-colored hair that fringed her pussy was matted down in damp curls. As Dirk licked up along her plump pussy, Dawn moaned.
One of Dawn's knees was bent, her leg leaning against the back of the sofa. Her other leg was thrown wide, her heel on the rug. Whatever modesty she'd had before was gone in the heat of the moment. Polly couldn't blame her for that. She wondered if she could keep a boy from eating her if he really wanted to. She decided that she couldn't.
"Uhhhhh, Dirk, darling! Ohhhh, honey, your mouth! It's so soft. So hot!" Dawn cried. She rocked her curvy hips. Her short, white skirt was thrown up, to expose her from the navel down.
Polly could see why men lusted for her. She was a young, full-blown beauty simply bursting with sex. Dirk burrowed up against her exposed pussy.
Dirk's licking grew more frenzied. Polly thought he sounded like a dog lapping. Dawn was groaning loudly and twisting around.
"Dirk, my darling! Oh, honey!"
Dawn pushed her fingers down along her sides. She tangled them deep in Dirk's brown hair. She was pulling his mouth harder against her cunt. And as she pulled him, she tensed and began a slow, rhythmic, jerking movement.
"Uhhhhhnnnn!" Dawn grunted, pushing her cunt harder against Dirk's ravenous mouth. Polly was flushed and tingling. Watching the transformation of the ding-dong blonde into a sex-charged wildcat had excited her to a fever pitch.
"God!" Polly breathed, "he's gonna make her come!"
But just as it seemed that Dawn was about to slip over the line of crazed excitement, Dirk eased his mouth away from her swollen cunt. Polly stared at the blood-swollen lips of the girl's cunt. It was slick looking and darker than before. The flesh of her thighs was glistening with saliva and cunt juice.
"Dirk, ohhhh, why did you stop?"
Dirk didn't answer. He was undoing his belt, slipping his jeans down. Polly put her finger in her mouth and sucked it hard when she saw Dirk's cock.
"Oh, Dirk, you know we can't do this! I've never done it with anyone, ever."
Dirk had his shirt open now. He was naked from the waist down. His cock looked all swollen at the tip. Polly stared. She'd never seen an erect cock. Dawn squirmed backwards on the sofa.
"No, honey, we can't! Just can't!"
Dirk tore open the small foil packet he held. Polly had heard of those things. Rubbers. Now she was going to see her brother use one! If Dawn let him.
"You put it on me," Dirk said, holding the rubber out. Dawn shook her head and retreated another inch or two. Dirk placed the doughnut shaped rubber against the head of his cock and rolled it on. Polly held her breath, as she watched. Her hot, little cunt seeped juice. The rubber on Dirk's cock was almost transparent, it was so thin. And there was a little nipple at the end. She whimpered in excitement as she thought of what the rubber nipple was intended to hold.
"Honey," Dawn gasped, "what if someone comes while we're-"
"Nobody will." He pushed her knees apart again, and though the pretty blonde resisted, she finally let him. He quickly opened her blouse and peeled it back from her shoulders. He pulled her skirt off. Now they were locked in a hot embrace. Dirk's cock nestled against Dawn's right thigh. Dirk slipped her red panties down to her knees and made Dawn slip one leg out. He left them dangling around her calf, and slid his cock closer to her dripping, swollen cunt.
Polly lay on her side and pulled the beads up between her thighs as she strained to watch through the floor grate.
"Oh, Dirk! Oh, I'm afraid!" Dawn cried.
But Dawn didn't seem afraid. Polly saw the girl grasp Dirk's broad back. His rubber-sheathed cock bobbed as he eased into a better position. Dawn began to whimper. Dirk rubbed her pussy with his prick. The slick sound of her cuntlips clasping his hot cock was enough to make Polly squeeze her legs together again. She slid the beads back and forth in her cunt.
"It's my first time!" Dawn gasped. "Be gentle with me, darling!"
Polly could see her brother poke his swollen cock deeper into the soft tissues of Dawn's cunt. Dirk shoved harder. Polly heard the wet sound of Dawn's cuntlips being pushed open. Then Dirk's cocktip penetrated her glistening cuntmeat and disappeared. He shoved hard, and Dawn fell back, her eyes glazed with lust. "Uhhhnnnn! Dirk!"
"Ohhhh, Dawn, honey!" he groaned, kissing her as he jerked his muscular ass. His pumping thrusts excited Polly. She wished she could feel his stiff, hot cock.
"Big!" the blonde gasped. "You're so big!"
"God, I've wanted you for so long!" Dirk whispered, pumping his hips rhythmically.
Polly jerked the beads. They bumped slickly along her cunt, teasing her clit again until it was a firm, sensitive lump. "Ohhh!" she moaned. She felt she could make herself come anytime she wanted. But instead of giving in to her hunger, she concentrated on what was happening in the room below.
Dawn had changed her position on the sofa. She was still on her back, but she held her feet above Dirk's back. As he thrust and fucked and stabbed her with his prick, Dawn kicked her legs around wildly. Her face had an intense, urgent look. She held Dirk in a fervent embrace as he filled her cunt with cock again and again and again.
Dawn heaved up and down against Dirk. Her tits were flattened beneath his chest. She looked ruffled, her hair a tangled mess. They kissed, and from the way their mouths moved, Polly knew they were frenching. Polly had kissed a boy with her tongue only once, and it had scared her. But now she swore that she'd try it again the first chance she got.
"Whhhuuhhh! Uhhhnnnnn, Dirk!"
"Jesus! Ohhhh, damn!"
"Honey, I'm gonna, gonna do it!"
"Me too!"
Polly was holding her breath again, sliding the beads slowly across her blood-swollen pussy. The tickling fire seemed to have her dangling between heaven and hell. And on the sofa in the room below, her brother lurched and bucked as if he couldn't get his cock deep enough into Dawn's tight and smoldering pussy.
"Ohhhh, shit!" Dawn cried, bouncing her ass on the sofa cushions.
"Dirk! Ohhhhh, your cock's killing me!" She clutched him savagely, her fingernails leaving streaks across his back. Polly was awed by the spectacle. She watched Dawn's face twist into an agonized expression.
"Oh!" Dawn whined weakly. "Ohhhhh, darling Dirk!"
Polly thought they looked as if they were fighting. Dirk bit Dawn's shoulder and neck, and her teeth clicked close to his ear. She clawed his contracting ass muscles. Dirk pressed her down onto the sofa with wild thrusts.
Polly was afraid that he might tear Dawn's cunt out, the way he was fucking her. But Dawn seemed to be experiencing some kind of fit. Polly always got shaky and wild whenever she fingered herself, but she'd never gotten that wild.
"Ah, yesssss!" Dawn cried, shuddering as she went into a final, furious delirium. She dug her heels into Dirk's thighs as she pulled herself against him. Dirk was growling. The slurpy, sucking sounds of their fucking heightened the sexual electricity that filled the room.
Polly jerked the beads harder against her cunt. She felt the tickle turn to a maddening sensation. And then she, too, felt herself slipping over the line. She was coming!
Dirk moaned loudly as he came. Dawn was making sounds too, softer ones, more feminine ones. Dawn was coming, scratching that frenzied itch against her lover's cock. And as her appetite sated, her cries turned to whimpers and finally to sobs of utter relief... .
"Ohhhhh, Dirk darling, my darling, my own Dirk!"
Polly rolled over, working the beads faster to increase the friction. She came with smothered groans, not wanting to give herself away. Her clit throbbed as the pleasure pumped through. She slid the beads noisily back and forth through her mushy, swollen pussy. When it was over, she was trembling, weak, happy in a vague, tingly way.
Polly looked through the grate again.
Dirk had just eased his cock out of Dawn's cunt. The rubber hung down, heavy with white cum. Polly wondered what it was like, how it smelled. Dirk took the rubber off carefully, knotting it at the open end and putting it into his shirt pocket. Dawn looked unconscious. Her cunt was swollen open. Her cunt looked raw and very slippery. She was breathing deeply. Dirk stood looking at her for a long time. Then he bent down and kissed her on the navel. Dawn stirred slightly. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Dirk," she smiled. "It was wonderful! I hope you don't think I do this all the-"
Dirk kissed her mouth. She clung to his neck for a moment. He helped her sit up slowly. She seemed dizzy and a little faint.
"I'd better go home. What time is it?"
Dirk told her it wasn't very late, not even five yet. This seemed to make her feel better. "Oh, God, what happened to me? I wasn't going to let you do anything like that!"
"Glad you did!" Dirk hugged her. He helped her put on her clothes.
Polly felt touched by Dawn's confused state. She didn't really dislike the girl so much now.
Dirk walked her to his car, and Polly watched through the window until they drove away. She wondered when something wonderful like that would happen to her.
"But how can a girl get experience if she doesn't go out and do it?" Polly looked at her naked body in the mirror. "And who wants to do it with a skinny, flat-chested twink with red hair and braces?"
Polly sat down on her bed. Her cunt still ached pleasantly. She pushed her finger against her plump, warm cunt. "No, I'm not a twink. But I'm skinny, and I wear braces." Then, feeling that she'd sulked enough, she pulled her jeans on, jerked a t-shirt over her small, firm breasts and bounced barefoot down the stairs to see if there was anything to eat in the fridge.
CHAPTER TWO
Dawn had awakened long before sunrise. It was that dream that woke her, that damnable dream about her stepfather. She didn't really like him very much, but he was always in her mind as she slept. She dreamed of his teasing her, touching her. As time went on, the dreams became more erotic. This latest one had been especially disturbing.
She'd been cheerleading, as her stepfather watched her from the first row of the bleachers. He was making obscene gestures. Then, halfway through her cheerleading sequence, Dawn discovered that she'd forgotten to put on any panties.
"Dirk made me dream that," she said to herself now pouring a glass of milk. "When he made me change my panties right there in front of him." But why her stepfather? Oh, he was a sexy enough man. Too sexy for her mother to handle, that was for sure. But Dawn was frightened of him. He was so big, so strong. And the way he looked at her in real life wasn't all that different from the way he looked at her in her dreams. Something in Warren's eyes made her body tremble. He looked at all women like that, but especially young ones.
Warren was a photographer, and more than once he'd asked Dawn to pose for him. She'd refused, because she felt that the kind of pictures he wanted to take were improper for a girl her age. He hadn't pretended that he wanted to take just normal photographs. From the beginning he'd told Dawn that her beauty should be recorded. And that meant snapping her in the nude.
As Dawn walked across the kitchen, her gown brushed sexily against her thighs, reminding her that she'd slept in her new red panties. She loved the sexy little things, loved them on her body, loved the way they made her feel.
She heard the shower upstairs. Her stepfather liked to rise early. At such times Dawn had heard him giving her mom a good fucking. Dawn shivered, remembering some of the sounds that came from their bedroom. Warren was really a good lover, it seemed. But his sexual appetite was too much for Dora. Dawn knew for sure of two other women Warren had messed with. She'd seen him driving around one day with a girl not even four years older than her. If her mother knew about such goings-on, she didn't say anything. Dora resembled Dawn in appearance. She was an aging but well preserved blonde. It had occurred to Dawn more than once that her stepfather had married Dora because of Dawn. When Dora wore out, Dawn was a guaranteed replacement.
The shower stopped. Dawn fidgeted. She thought about going back upstairs and resting for a while. She didn't want to see her stepfather so early in the morning. But as she started to turn off the light, she heard him coming downstairs. He was wearing a robe, and when he saw her he pulled it closed and tied the belt. But Dawn had caught just a glimpse of what she'd been dreaming about. To her surprise, her stepfather was hung even bigger than he was in her nighttime fantasies! His cock hadn't even been erect, and it looked like a German sausage. She tried to hide her embarrassment.
"You're up early, too, I see," Warren said, drying his damp hair with a towel. Dawn wondered if he'd just used his enormous prick on her mother. She trembled again, her cunt getting damp. She wanted to escape. She could almost feel the sexual electricity radiating from her stepfather as he looked at her.
"I couldn't sleep," she explained lamely. "I had some milk." She crossed her arms in front of her tits, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. She would have worn her robe if she'd known Warren would be gawking at her. He was getting an eyeful.
"Anybody ever tell you, you've got nice feet?" he asked.
"No," she giggled uncomfortably.
"By the way, did you ever change your mind about me taking some photographs of you?"
"I still don't want to," Dawn said, shaking her head.
"My own daughter and I can't get her to pose." Dawn wanted to remind him that she wasn't really his daughter by blood. But she wanted to stop talking to him, to get away to the safety of her bedroom.
"What are you doing right now?" he asked smiling. "We could slip down to the basement, and I could burn a roll of film through my lenses before the sun comes up."
The mention of the basement made Dawn's heart lurch. Warren had taken girls down there before. To take pictures, he had said. But his plush studio and darkroom downstairs almost seemed like a den of sin to Dawn. She wondered how many naked girls had spread their bodies across that orange carpet, or posed on the antique brass bed Warren sometimes slept in.
"I think I'll go back up to my room," Dawn said.
"You're hard to convince," Warren said, blocking her way. "You don't really believe in yourself. If I could show you a blow-up, I think you'd know what I'm talking about. Why, honey, you're a living angel! And if you wanted to make a little money, it'd be a cinch."
"You're nice to think I'm worth photographing," Dawn said, trying to push past him. Warren grabbed her arm firmly. She took a deep breath.
"What if I fronted you a hundred-dollar bill to let me shoot a roll on you? You couldn't tell your mom, of course."
"What did you say?" Dawn's head spun just thinking about a hundred dollars.
"You heard right, honey. A hundred dollars. I'm just itching to get you down on film." He touched her hair. "Christ, you're fantastic. I wish I could find models who had what you've got."
"A hundred dollars?" Dawn mumbled, still dazed from her stepfather's offer.
"Come on, I can get my lights set up in a jiff."
Dawn followed him, feeling as if she was in a state of shock. She still hadn't decided whether she should go through with it. But that nice, round figure of a hundred dollars seemed to swell in her mind as she descended the steps to the basement studio. She realized she could buy lots of clothes with a hundred dollars. And she always needed new clothes. Dawn swallowed hard.
She found herself standing in the middle of the plush, orange rug while her stepfather bustled around making adjustments. The lights were bright and warm, and when he guided her to the mattress on the brass bed, she tried to relax and think about that money.
"I hope I'm not doing something wrong," she mumbled.
"Just so your mother doesn't find out. I'm not sure she'd approve. But as long as it's between us partners, I can't see that you're doing anything you'll be sorry for." He patted her shoulder.
The first few shots were of Dawn posing with her nightgown arranged in various ways. Once, she lifted her leg so the silky folds of the gown were just right for the effect Warren wanted. The camera clicked again and again, and Dawn found herself beginning to grow accustomed to being photographed.
"Now, why don't you peel that nightie off, and we'll shoot some more?"
"What?" She stared at him. "Take it off." Warren smiled innocently. "But-"
"You want that hundred, don't you?"
"Sure." Dawn took a brush from the bed table and pulled it through her hair. She needed time to think. Warren made a few lighting adjustments and took a reading with a light meter from several different angles. Dawn placed her hands on the waist of her blue gown, took a breath, and stripped the gown off over her head.
"Wow!" Warren murmured. "Just leave those little red things on, okay?"
Dawn felt as red as her skimpy panties. She couldn't look at her stepfather when he adjusted her limbs to get the effect he wanted. She felt like a Playboy centerfold in such a sexy position. But Warren knew what he wanted.
"Pull that left leg up higher. Yeah, baby, that's cool. Now point the toes on your other foot. Twist a little toward the camera. Chin up. Man alive, your tits are catching the light just perfect now-"
The camera clicked half a dozen times as Dawn smiled, pouted, wrinkled her nose, let her eyes half close. Now that she was doing it, it wasn't quite so bad. And strange as it seemed, her cunt was moist. She was actually growing a bit excited from having her body recorded this way. She realized with a shock that the click of the camera was doing it. Every time that shutter made its expensive sound, her nipples tingled, her heart beat fast. And her cunt was getting mushier by the second.
"Can you slip that little elastic string down now? Like you're taking them off."
"What kind of pictures are you taking?" she asked. But Warren seemed too busy to answer. She hooked her thumb in the elastic string and eased it down over the rounded swell of her right ass cheek. He was rolling the film through his cameras as fast as he could. Dawn thought he'd planned to take only a few. She hadn't realized that photographers took so many.
After one particularly sexy pose, Dawn waited for more instructions. She finally realized that her stepfather had stopped taking pictures. He was standing behind the lights watching her.
"Oh, is that all?"
"No, baby, it's not all. Not nearly enough." Warren moved toward her and grabbed her wrists. She was stiff with fright, her blue eyes wide open as she looked up into his face. He was smiling, and the front of his robe pushed out by his hard cock. "Warren, let me go!"
"You don't realize how bad you want this to happen. But I know the symptoms. You probably fool around with that boyfriend of yours, don't you? I'll bet he loves to get his fingers in that hot, little cunt of yours. Your cunt's wet right now. I can see how damp your panties are. I can smell you." He stroked her hair.
"Nooo!" Dawn whimpered, struggling. The front of his robe fell open, and Warren shucked it off his shoulders. She gasped as his cock bobbed up against her belly. He held her arms behind her back and rubbed his cock's feverish tip across her flesh. She was breathless with emotions she'd never experienced. She felt revulsion, knowing it was wrong to be carnally involved with her stepfather. But she felt an exciting tension as he held her and rubbed his big cock against her belly.
"Ohhhhh, stop, Warren! Stop!"
"Oh, Dawn, I can't tell you how good you feel! Hold onto me tight, baby!"
"Stop, Warren! We shouldn't be doing this!"
"I've wanted to do this every time I've seen you. God, if you knew how it is, Dawn! Being married to your mother and wanting you."
"Oh, I don't want to hear it! Don't make me listen!"
Her stepfather pulled her into his arms. She was breathless again as his cock pressed into the soft, white flesh of her belly. Warren cupped the rounded cheeks of her ass with his big hands, squeezing and fondling her until her pussy ran over with juice. She felt a thin trickle of pussy juice sliding down the inside of her thigh. Warren kissed her hair, and her face. She gasped and tried to regain some kind of control over her body. But his body was so warm, so muscled, so fantastic to be trapped against.
Warren threw her onto the bed and tumbled in after her. She was momentarily shocked. She cried in panic and tried to crawl away from him. But he held her around the waist now, pulling her body down against him as he lay with his legs spread. He grabbed one of her wrists and pushed her hand towards his cock.
"No! Don't make me do this! I don't want to touch you!"
"Take my cock, Dawn. Put your fingers around it. You're going to learn something."
"I don't want to learn."
"I'll give you that hundred. And I'll add another fifty."
"Money doesn't matter," she cried, twisting wildly again. He gripped both her wrists again, though, and she was helpless to do anything but sit atop his body, her full, rounded tits rising and falling as she panted.
"Two hundred then. Two hundred-dollar bills. I'll give them to you this morning."
"Oh, Warren, what are you asking me to do?" Her mind was full of confusion. He tried to make her touch his cock again. Then, as if she no will, she found herself circling that hot, hard cock with her fingers. Her stepfather's cock was no ordinary-sized cock. It was at least eight inches long and seemed as big as her wrist!
"Yeah, baby, that isn't so bad, is it?" In their struggle, Dawn had ended up kneeling between Warren's legs. Now she stared directly at his heavy, pulsing cock. She tightened her fingers around his feverish male flesh. She looked into the tiny orifice at the tip of his cock. Her stepfather's foreskin covered the flared part of his glans.
"Go on, you know what I want you to do."
"Warren, I-" She felt so odd. His cock was hypnotizing her, it seemed. She was fascinated by his cock's size and shape. It wasn't at all like Dirk's more ordinary cock.
"Warren, I don't know what kind of a person you think I am, but-"
His laugh made her stop. "You're just like me," he said, looking into her eyes. "You're out for a good time." He paused. "And I can give it to you."
"You're married to my mother."
"Aw, cut out that married stuff!" He did something with his groin muscles that caused his prick to twitch in her hand. Dawn tried not to show how much this excited her. But as she squeezed his cock tighter, she knew she'd given herself away. His cock was a wonderful-looking thing! She was beginning to enjoy fondling his cock. But she felt ashamed for having such emotions.
"Wouldn't you like to find out what a real lover can do for you?" Warren whispered. His sexy voice made her tremble uncontrollably. She looked at his curly brown hair, his strong features. His brown eyes sparkled with mischief. He seemed younger than her mother, though she knew they were about the same age.
"No!" she yelled, letting go of his cock and rolling just out of his reach. Warren put his arm around her waist as she tried to crawl to the edge of the mattress. She cried out as he thrust his cock along the underside of her pussy. Her juicy panty crotch was pressed up against her pussy as he stroked back and forth, rubbing her until she felt sparks of pleasure. Her clit felt as if it was glowing. Warren kissed her back and shoulders, and breathed into her ear.
"This is how dogs do it," he chuckled. "And it isn't half bad. Ever tried it?"
"Of course not!"
"How'd you like to feel my cock sliding up into your-"
"Stop! Ohhh, let me go!" Dawn whined. But even as she spoke, she knew that the touch of her stepfather's body was having an effect upon her. His hot cock pressed up against the thin silk of her panty crotch. His cock throbbed! She could feel it! It seemed impossible that anything that big could fit into a woman's body.
"Have you ever sat on a man's face?"
"What?" Dawn gasped, shocked by Warren's suggestion.
"Wouldn't you like to sit on my face?"
"God! Let me up!"
Suddenly Warren was holding a long, silk rope. She couldn't stop him as he bound both her wrists to the brass bedstead. She jerked at her bonds, but knew she was helpless. A new fear burned inside her. Now she was vulnerable to anything her crazy stepfather wanted to try. And that included rape. But instead of trying to stab his cock into her cunt, Warren scooted onto his back and slid beneath her body. She watched him push her ass up and position his head directly under the drenched crotchband of her panties.
"Oh, this is awful!" She protested. "I'm so ashamed! I should have known when you brought me .down here-" Her stepfather suddenly started licking the soft flesh of her pussy. Even through the silk she could feel his tongue and his lips. He licked up and down her pussy teasing her with soft licks on the edges of her panty crotch.
"Still awful?"
"No! I mean yes! Stop it, Warren! Oh, please, stop! It's wrong!"
Dawn tried to jerk her arms free, but the silk ropes only got tighter. When she tried to roll her hips to one side, Warren grabbed her around her waist and held her panty-swathed cunt down against his mouth. A shot of pure pleasure went through her, and then another. She was panting, her blonde hair falling down over her face as she tried to hold herself up. She couldn't believe how hot and soft her stepfather's mouth was. He stretched the red silk aside, and she felt his tongue slide deep into her cunt. He licked her clit until she was groaning. Her juices flooded out over his cheeks. Her ass began to twitch, then jerk. And before she could control her lust, she was pumping her pelvis forward and back, rubbing her sex-swelled cunt over her stepfather's mouth. He pulled down her g-string panties to expose her cunt completely. Dawn weakly raised her leg so he could pull her panties off.
"Like it now, don't you?"
"Uhhhhh," she groaned. She'd thought that Dirk had done a good head job on her, but what Warren was doing was unbelievable! She hadn't felt it so good that first time with Dirk. Not like this! Her stepfather sucked noisily on her dripping pussy. The sound of him eating her made Dawn bite her tongue and rock her hips wildly. It was as if she had to expose every square centimeter of her hot little cunt to his ravenous hunger. She wanted to rub herself against him, fuck herself against him. He flicked his tongue across her clit. She squealed every time he did it.
"Ohhh! Uhhnnnn, Warren I, I-"
"Mmmm, baby, you taste better than the finest steak!" He grasped her hips, pulling her down. She kept writhing against his teeth as her arms started to tremble. Her face was against the bed, and her arms pulled out at an angle where they were tied to the frame. Her knees were drawn up under tummy, and her plush ass was raised to give her stepfather room to feast on her seeping, pink cunt. She was in paradise as Warren kept sucking her, licking her, loving her like that.
"Uhhhhhh, God! It's so g-g-good!"
"Yeah, darling," Warren said, caressing the cheeks of her ass. He touched her in ways that she'd never before allowed herself to be touched. She felt so weak now. It was as if he had total control over her. When he rolled her onto her back, she didn't even struggle. She kept her knees pulled up against her tits, her thighs slightly parted. He looked at her for a moment, touching her upstretched arms and the tight knots of the silk ropes that still bound her. Then he kissed her raw pussy so tenderly that she groaned and pushed her cunt forward for more.
"I'll bet you'd pay me to kiss your cunt now!" Warren laughed softly.
"Ohhhh, don't stop, Warren! Ohhhh, Christ, I feel so strange!"
"All girls love to have their cunts eaten. And honey, I love it, too, 'cause I'm a born meat man." He licked down the length of her young cunt. She jerked and straightened her legs up over his shoulders. Dawn was surprised at the way she was behaving. But she felt so fantastic that she couldn't think of making him stop.
Warren slowly pushed his tongue into her cunt, deeper than she thought possible. His tongue was thick enough, rough enough to give her a tingling sensation of being fucked. She arched her back. Her cunt smacked wetly as she fucked back at his teasing, penetrating lick.
"Whhhhuuuhhh!" she moaned.
"Oh, yeah, you like that, don't you? Well, I'll just give you some more then." He tonguefucked her so expertly that Dawn lost what little control she had. She began to flop around wildly, her big tits quivering as she tried to rub her cunt's maddening itch against her stepfather's mouth. She was a sloppy mess now, Warren's saliva mingling with her musky juices. She could feel her butter dripping down the crack of her ass, smearing her thighs. She humped frantically, unashamedly, unbridled by anything but the silk ropes around her wrists.
"Not too fast," Warren teased. "It'll feel better to get it slow."
"Get what?" she sighed as she moved her hips with furious urgency.
"Get your rocks. Get off." He drove his hot tongue deep into her pussy again. "You know what I mean."
"Uhhh, you're gonna make me come!"
"And you never had it like this, right? I know that high school boys aren't very good at eating a girl out."
"Ohhhhhh!" Dawn grunted, her ass dancing again. But just when her burning itch seemed about to explode into utter ecstasy, her stepfather licked her slower. She was biting her bottom lip, her eyes closed tight as she stretched to find his mouth again.
Suddenly Warren had pushed himself up over her body. He kissed her mouth hard, stabbing his tongue between her teeth. She moaned, her senses swamped. She felt the hot knob of his cock sliding down her cunt. His cock thumped over her clit, and Warren held his cock up against the pulsing nub of her pleasure. He began to rub her clit, rub her with his juice-slickened prick.
"Ooohhhh, Warren! Warren!"
Warren made her wrap her legs up around his waist. She remembered how nice it'd been getting fucked by Dirk that afternoon a week before. But now she was in a totally different mood. She felt as if she was a totally different person. It felt incredible to feel this huge, muscled giant squeezing her ass cheeks, kissing her neck and her tits!
"Ouch!" she squealed as Warren nipped her with his teeth. Her nipple throbbed as he held it with his lips and fanned his tongue back and forth across the wrinkled, pink flesh.
"Uuuuhhhh!" she groaned, watching him turn to her other tit. He nibbled it with his teeth, sucked her tit as if trying to chew it.
With a frantic cry, Dawn realized she was about to come. The intense pleasure she'd been experiencing seemed to increase suddenly. Her stepfather's weight crushing her, his super-smooth cocktip rubbing her slippery pussy, his teeth nipping her tits, all excited her. All this and more. She squirmed with feverish fury, digging her heels first at Warren's calves and then at the mattress as he kept rocking his hips, pressing his blood-fat cock against the dainty petals of her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, Warren, it's ... ohhh ... I ... uhhhhhhh!"
"Yeah, baby, just go on and get it! Get it good!"
"Whhhaaaaa!" she squealed, her plump ass quivering as she tried to move in a dozen directions at once. She felt the huge shape of his cock pushing her cunt open. But her stepfather didn't attempt to penetrate her. He just rubbed his pricktip around her tender pussy as she tightened and loosened, and tightened again. Now she actually wanted his huge, hot prick, but Warren wasn't going to give it to her.
Dawn dug her nails into her palms, pulling against the silk ropes until her muscles quivered. Then she gave a low moan and ground her pussy up and down viciously. She was scratching that final glorious tickle! She was coming, and her body became a live wire as the thrills jolted through her.
Warren held her twitching body, bathed her tits with kisses as she bucked and twisted in the throes of paradise.
"Nhhhhhaaaaa!" Dawn shrieked, drooling on herself, twisting her head. The ecstatic spasms thundered through her pussy. Her dripping cunt milked frantically at the smooth shape of Warren's exposed prick. But he just let his prick be rubbed and petted by her velvety pussy. He was breathing strangely, though. Dawn could hear his sighs, feel the tension in his body.
She was finished, beat, worn out completely. But she opened her eyes when she felt Warren crawling up beside her. His cock was the next thing she saw, big and dark and heavy. Her stepfather pressed his cock down against her mouth.
"Nnnoooooo!" she protested, trying to turn away. Warren grasped her hair and made her turn back. Then slowly, erotically, he rubbed his cocktip against her lips. Her lips were wet and soft and hot, and she knew that they must have felt fantastic to him. But her mind spun in fear and confusion. He put his hand behind her head, lifting her head up.
"Warren, what do you want? Why are you-?" She felt so giddy, so tingly and strange. Then he forced her lips apart with his lubricated pricktip. Her upper lip rode smoothly over his flared prickhead, and her bottom lip caressed his plump balls. Warren groaned.
Dawn tried to push his cock back out with her tongue. But his cock was so slippery, her efforts were useless. Instead, she was just licking his cock for him, bathing his cock with hot saliva, caressing his throbbing cock as it swelled larger and larger.
The sudden spurt of hot cream made her scream. But then her protests turned to gurgling coughs as the stuff quickly dribbled into her throat. She gulped frantically to keep from choking. The stuff seemed to hang in her throat in hot strings. And more of it was jetting from her stepfather's cock with every exploding second. His cockhead was just inside her lips now, but Warren wasn't trying to force it deeper. Shocked and despoiled as she was, Dawn was conscious of his restraint. She could tell by his trembling belly and rock-hard thighs that he wanted very badly to stab his cock into the back of her throat. But he didn't.
Finally, he eased his prick out of her mouth and let it dangle heavily over her face as he jacked the foreskin slowly. A few more drips of cum oozed onto her chin and down her cheek. She was panting, her lips smeared with the white jism, her cunt still hot from being sucked and rubbed and climaxed. Warren untied her wrists. Then Dawn became aware of a camera clicking. Her stepfather moved around her, photographing her from every angle. She was too wiped out to try and be modest now. She was aware of her smoldering cunt being recorded in color. And her spit-smeared tits. And her mouth, dappled with white cum. She looked up dazedly once and saw her distorted reflection in a big, curved lens. The camera clicked again.
"Warren, what's happening? Are you trying to destroy me or something?"
"Just recording it all for posterity, my love," he laughed, getting another shot of her spread cunt.
"I sucked your cock," she babbled, starting to become aware of just how deeply she'd gotten herself into her stepfather's weird movie. He'd seduced her, bought her, made her eat his cum. She licked the roof of her mouth. Until that moment she hadn't let herself dare taste the stuff. But it wasn't all that bad. But God, had this all really happened? Then she remembered the money. Weakly Dawn pushed herself up on her elbows. Warren took her picture.
"Warren you said-"
"I know, baby, don't worry. You'll get it." He waved excitedly at her. "Now wipe a little of that cum off your chin with your finger and look at it ... there ... hold it." The camera clicked. "Now put that same finger in your mouth and give me those big, blue eyes-"
"Warren! I don't want-"
"Come on!" He frowned threateningly. Dawn did what he wanted. The camera put it on film.
The next thing she knew, her stepfather was helping her into the bathroom. She washed her face and hands and put a cold washrag against her cunt. When she came out, Warren was holding her tiny red panties and her gown.
"I feel like I've had a strange dream," she said, trying to smile. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her shoulders.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Not exactly." Dawn didn't know how to feel or what to think. She wasn't really related to Warren. But in the eyes of society she was. Yet, she'd become excited because he was a male, a male who wanted her. Then she remembered that hot sap spurting into her throat. She felt her legs give way, and Warren had to hold her up.
"You okay, baby?"
"I guess so."
"Why don't you go upstairs and rest? I'll get the little reward I promised you."
"Two hundred dollars," she mumbled, hardly believing any of this. "Two hundred whole dollars." Her stepfather helped her to the stairs, his hand cupping one of her soft tits.
"You could become a wealthy young lady if you play me right," he chuckled. He tightened his hold on her firm, white tit. Dawn leaned against him as they slowly ascended the steps.
CHAPTER THREE
Polly was throwing clothes into her duffel bag, talking to herself. It had all happened so suddenly, her aunt having her baby and needing someone to cook for her husband and son. Since her mother had been too busy to go, Polly had been chosen to do so, just when she'd been ready to settle down to a nice, lazy summer of sunning in her bikini, watching television, and reading movie mags.
"I mean, people have babies every day," she complained. "What would Uncle Nat do if I wasn't around?" Actually, though, Polly liked her uncle. Nat was kind of crazy, and when she'd been a baby he'd spoiled her with gifts and affection. Uncle Nat's son was a year younger than she was and sort of quiet. She'd never gotten to know him that well.
Her uncle's family lived on the outskirts of town in a very ritzy section by a lake. Uncle Nat was a successful tax lawyer and pretty flamboyant with his money. But without a woman around he was pretty helpless. So Polly had been elected to go wash clothes, make meals and keep the house from total chaos while Aunt Betty was in the hospital.
"Oh, well, maybe it won't be too bad," Polly sighed. "There is that nice lake close by, and Nat has a boat." She put on a pair of cut-off jeans and a faded red t-shirt that was a little short from too many washings. A couple of inches of her smooth belly showed between her shorts and pullover. She liked looking in the mirror at her reflection as long as she didn't smile. When she smiled, all she saw was those damned braces. "I don't have much," she mused, passing her hand over her tits, "but the t-shirt shows everything God gave me." The doorbell rang downstairs, and she zipped her duffel bag and slipped her feet into a pair of worn tennies.
As she'd guessed, it was Lonny, her uncle's son. Parked in the street was Nat's white Caddy. Lonny looked at her once and dropped his eyes. She wondered if it was because of her long legs or her belly or both. She tried to smile without opening her lips, and then they walked to the car.
"Haven't seen you in a long time," she told her cousin.
"You look nice," Lonny said, blushing. He was a tall boy with tousled, blond hair and nice, strong features like his dad's. Polly kept glancing at him, and he kept stealing looks at her. Once inside the Cadillac, she tossed her duffel in the back seat and started fooling with the radio while her cousin started the car.
"How's your mom doing?" Polly asked politely.
"Oh, she's fine. A little tired, I guess."
Neither of them wanted to pursue that subject any longer, and besides, Polly had found a hot rock station and was bouncing in the seat as the music pounded over the expensive speakers. Lonny drove, watching her with obvious admiration.
"Bet you're a good dancer," he said.
"I don't dance much with guys," Polly said, not explaining that she was rarely asked out. "But I like to bop around. You know."
The big car moved quietly down the streets, and before Polly knew it, they were pulling up the long drive to her uncle Nat's estate. As soon as Lonny had showed her to her room, she tossed her duffel aside and looked out the window.
"Really a nice place you live in," she said, turning to catch him looking at her legs again. "Is there something wrong with them?" she asked, poking one leg out.
"No! God, they're terrific!"
"You really think so?"
"Yeah. I really think so." Lonny nodded eagerly. Polly noticed he was swallowing a lot, and there was a tell-tale bulge at the crotch of his jeans. Her heart bumped faster. She was actually turning a male on! It was so new for her that she didn't want it to stop.
"Why don't you show me your room?" she asked.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to see it," he said. "Come on-"
Lonny showed her down the hall to the next door. Inside there were models of planes and a few raggedy pieces of sporting equipment. But it was the pictures on the walls that caught Polly's eyes, centerfolds mostly, from popular girlie mags. Tits, bellies, cunts. The girls were plush looking, their eyes heavy with bedroom expressions. Some beckoned with erotically crooked fingers, or an extended foot.
"How come guys like this kind of stuff?" Polly asked. "I don't think I've ever seen a girl put up pictures of naked guys."
Though Lonny was shocked by her question, he gamely tried to satisfy her curiosity.
"Well, it's like ... I mean, a guy gets a kick out of seeing-" He stopped and shuffled his feet on the rug.
"Tell me exactly." Polly pointed at one particularly sexy chick with her panties dangling from one thigh, her finger lightly craved under the soft flesh of her pussy. She looked like she was about to fingerfuck herself. "Exactly why does this picture turn you on?" She wasn't being sarcastic. She was really curious.
"The way she's got her panties," Lonny breathed. He looked as if he wanted to escape from Polly's presence. But she was enjoying herself. And she was enjoying the flushes of red that streaked across her cousin's young face. His jeans were still swollen in front, too.
"Just her panties?" Polly was a little embarrassed herself. But she felt she was learning something about men and what they expected from females. "What about the way her finger-"
"Oh, that," Lonny said with a nervous laugh, shrugging his shoulders.
"That must turn you on," Polly said, trying to sound nonchalant. "It even turns me on a little bit."
"It does?" Lonny stared wide-eyed at her.
"'Cause I know what she's about to do," she went on, surprised at how easy it was to talk like this. And exciting. She had a funny tingle inside her that made her want to continue the conversation.
Lonny was staring at her. He wasn't blushing anymore. But he was breathing strangely.
"Don't you know what she's about to do?" Polly asked, hardly believing what she was saying.
"I guess I do."
"Well, that really feels nice to a girl. So when I see a picture like this-" Polly turned and draped her hand over her crotch. She was panting softly, watching her cousin's eyes. He was only fifteen, after all. It was just too much fun teasing him. She curved her fingers like the girl in the picture, aware of the plump swells of her pussy under the thin denim. Lonny watched her as she rubbed her finger up and down slowly, her eyes closing halfway.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, enjoying her cousin's apparent discomfort. He tried to put his hands in his pockets, but the bulge of his cock had made his jeans too tight. Polly squinted sexily at him, her lips curling into a soft smile. "I wonder why they didn't show a guy touching the girl in the picture?" she breathed.
"Oh, that'd be against the law."
"Seems pretty natural. Haven't you ever touched a girl there?"
Lonny looked at the door as if he was about to run out. Then he shook his head. He was too shocked to lie.
"Never?"
"Never," he admitted, looking down at his shoes. A burning thrill ran through Polly's slender body. She stepped forward and took her cousin's wrist.
"Well, there's always the first time," she said, pulling him toward her slowly. He trembled but didn't try to pull away. Then his fingers brushed her hip and Polly let him go. "Go ahead, touch me if you want to."
Lonny was holding his breath. The only thing Polly could hear was the scratching of his fingers over the taut denim that clung to her body. He was afraid to actually touch her cunt. But he felt the curve of her hip bones and her thigh under the frayed edge of her cut-offs. She put her hands on his shoulders and closed her eyes. And then, his finger lightly traced the curve of her pussy. She very gently moved her hips as if to rub him back. She knew she was acting just awful, but it was only her cousin. And Polly needed practice for the real stuff later on.
"God, you're so warm!"
"Mmmmmmmm!" Polly sighed, squeezing his shoulders as she strained her chest upward. Lonny was watching her widening eyes as he felt the denim-swathed pussy between her thighs. But as she arched her back more, he stared at the tightly bound little tits under her t-shirt.
"You're so pretty," he said. He moved his finger more boldly now. He was pressing in the denim of her shorts enough to make contact with her clit. Polly was really getting into the touching. It felt lots better when someone else was doing it, especially when that someone else was a male.
It seemed natural for Polly to ease her body forward against her young cousin's chest. It was funny how she always thought of him as a child. The difference between fifteen and sixteen seemed so great to her. As her small tits touched Lonny's chest, he sucked in a quick breath, and he put his arm around her. Polly liked it. She felt his belly warm against hers. It felt even better where her t-shirt was hiked up. They hugged, Lonny daring to touch the tops of her ass cheeks. She felt giddy and weak in the legs. She leaned against his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" she sighed.
"Yeah."
"Where's Nat anyway?"
"At his office. He won't be home till late. He's got to go see my mom at the hospital."
"Lonny?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you kiss me?" Lonny did what she wanted, kissing her better than she'd expected from a kid barely out of junior high. As they kissed, he tightened his arms around her body. She could feel the hard lump of his cock now as it pressed her thigh. She couldn't help moving against his cock rubbing it with subtle, shy movements. And Lonny rubbed back. They were panting now, licking each other's tongues. Polly remembered the way Dawn had kissed her brother, and she tried to mimic the technique. She must have done it pretty well, because Lonny moaned.
"Ohhhh, Lonny, you're a good kisser," she sighed, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement.
"You are, too." They giggled and then were quiet again. Bravely, Polly touched the swollen cock in her cousin's jeans.
"It feels all tight and everything. Doesn't it hurt?"
"A little."
"Why don't you take it out?" Polly said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I ... I couldn't do that, I-" An urgency, a passion to act flashed through her like lightning. Polly found the little metal tab of Lonny's zipper and pulled it down. "Then I'll do it for you. I can't have you all bent around like that."
"God, Polly! Ohhh, Christ!" Lonny sagged against her as she opened his fly and reached inside. Polly didn't know what'd come over her, but she had the most ravenous desire to actually touch his prick. She felt safe trying it with Lonny, her kid cousin. She pushed her fingers under the elastic waist of his skivvies now. Lonny made a funny sound as she found his crooked cock and straightened it. Then she squeezed his cock gently and felt her own cunt suddenly flooding with juice.
"Your cock's really big!" she sighed.
"Jesus! Polly, Ohhhhhh!"
"I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"Hell, no!" He closed his eyes. He gently massaged the pert, firm swells of her ass now. Polly stared down into the single hole of his prick. His prickhead was throbbing in her fingers, turning dark blue as she watched. Her cousin was getting braver all the time. He touched her in front again, rubbing the smoldering flesh just beneath her cut-off jeans.
"You want to take them off?" she asked, licking his ear. Lonny nodded, fumbling clumsily with the buttons. Polly sighed as she felt him easing her shorts down. Lonny wouldn't look at her. He just rubbed the nylon-pantied halves of her young ass with the palms of his hands. The sounds he was making were really strange.
"Does it make a boy excited to touch a girl like you're touching me?"
"Sure as hell does! I never did this before. But I knew it would get me going."
"Ohhh, it feels good to me, too!" She held his cock more tightly and noticed a change in her cousin's breathing. They fondled each other shyly for a few minutes. Then Lonny grew braver and began to fondle the plush swells of her pussy.
"Yuuuhhhh," Polly grunted, feeling the nylon being pressed up, up into her cunt.
They kissed again. Polly had never experienced such a fever as this! He had his hands all over her, and it felt luscious. She was touching him, too, and that felt just as good. The juice flowed freely from inside her cunt now, and she knew that soon the nylon band of her panties would be damp. Already she could smell the perfumy musk of her cunt juice. She undid Lonny's belt, and let his jeans slide down his thighs. She stretched the elastic of his skivvies as she continued to fondle his prick. She wondered what felt best to him and then recalled something she'd heard a girl say at school, something about how men pumped their cocks to excite themselves.
Polly began to pump her cousin's cock. Lonny groaned, suddenly pushing his fingers so hard against her nylon panties that they moved deep into her juicy cunt. She jerked her hips frantically, wanting more of the excruciating tickle that Lonny had started.
"Ohhhhh, honey!" she gasped.
"Polly! God!" Lonny was getting braver all the time. He slipped his cunt-slick finger under the edge of her crotchband now, and with a suddenness that made Polly squeal, pushed his finger into the steamy wetness of her cunt. He rubbed back and forth, grazing her clit, caressing the delicate, pink folds of her cunt.
"Dhhhuuuuhhhhhh," she breathed, licking her lips.
She tightened her grasp on his cock firmly and then realized she was hurting him.
"Polly, ohhhh, Polly, I've got to sit down."
Both of them flopped onto the bed. Suddenly they were in each other's arms, rubbing their half-naked bodies together, kissing, biting, moaning.
"Oh, wow! I never knew it would be this fun," Polly whimpered, her hot, little cunt spilling more juice. Lonny had his skivvies off now. Lonny grabbed the hem of Polly's t-shirt and pulled it off. Polly did the same for him.
"They're awful small," she said, noticing the way Lonny was looking at her tits.
"They're beautiful!"
"And you don't mind my braces?" Lonny replied with a kiss. Again they were hugging, rubbing their bellies and chests together. Polly felt her cousin's slender cock pressing warmly into the flesh of her stomach. She reached down, cupping the wrinkled sack that held his balls.
"God, Polly, you're the first girl I ever got naked with."
"Me, too, with you." They laughed together, kissed again. Then Lonny was shyly caressing her tits, kissing them softly as he looked at her firm, dark nipples.
"Kiss my tits there, too," Polly moaned, arching her back and pressing one firm tit up to him. Lonny kissed her dark orange nipple. Her body writhed with pleasure.
"Ghhhhaaah!" she cried, panting hard. "Ohhhhh, Lonny, do that to my other tit, too!"
This time Lonny sucked her soft, white tit into his mouth, between his teeth, licking and nipping at her. He flicked and rubbed her throbbing nipple until she squealed for him to stop.
Lonny was starting to act pretty wild. He pushed her onto her back and moved his hips between her legs. His cock had slipped lower on her abdomen now. She could feel him pumping his cock up and down against the red curls of her pussy. Her pussy was so slick that the underside of his prick was drenched with her butter. And the stuff had spread up across her pussy as Lonny had wallowed himself around.
"Lonny! God! Maybe we'd better slow down!"
"Polly!" he gasped, moving his hips faster. He slid his cock up and down her tummy. His balls bumped against her pussy. He kissed her hard.
The feeling of his body rubbing hers was indescribably good! He squirmed as wildly as she did, and his kisses, his tongue, were taking her dangerously close to a kind of craziness she'd never before experienced.
"Lonnnneeeeee!" she cried, feeling the full weight of him on top of her now. She felt herself being shoved down onto the mattress. She couldn't close her thighs. His cock was digging slickly at her belly. And then he arched his back sharply, and his cockhead slipped down the throbbing surfaces of her open pussy. With a cry of fear, Polly stiffened and tried to push him away.
"Nooooo! Lonny, listen to me!"
"Oh, Polly, let's do it! Nobody's around, nobody'd know!"
"Lonny, God in heaven, we can't-"
"You feel so hot and slippery! I'll bet that inside you're really-"
"Noooo! Lonny, stop!"
"Doesn't it feel good when my cock rubs you? Right there?"
Polly wondered how he knew. Her clit was being caressed by his taut, smooth cockhead. Her pussy and his cockhead squished together as Lonny pressed and teased her. He was kissing her neck now, caressing the curves of her young body.
"I want to," she sighed, "but I know we can't. It would get me in lots of trouble."
"Oh, shit, my balls are starting to ache," her cousin groaned. Lonny rolled off her and lay on his back, writhing with pain. Polly propped herself on her elbow and looked at him. She felt awful for starting the whole episode. It was her fault that Lonny had gotten carried away. And though she didn't know what was wrong with his balls, she felt that somehow she'd caused their pain, too.
"Would it help if I rubbed your balls?"
"Rub my cock instead," he gasped.
Polly began to massage his juice-slickened cock. She pushed his loose skin up and down, feeling his cock firm up again, the head filling out with blood. His cock looked raw now, and it was glossy with her own juice. The muscles of her cousin's belly were hard as rock, and his thighs were swelled out from the tension, too. He breathed as if he was strangling.
"God, what's wrong with you? Are you gonna get sick?"
"Ohhhhh, shit! Ohhhhhh, Polly, just keep it up!"
"It's so hard! And hot, too. Oh, Lonny, I'm afraid I'll make you worse if I keep doing this."
"Polleeeee!" he groaned, thrusting his hips as if her fingers were a pussy and he was fucking it. She could almost feel something deep inside him throbbing powerfully. Then the throbbing coursed up his cockshaft. His cock swelled out darker than ever, and she watched a tiny droplet of something appear at the slitted orifice.
The first spurt of his hot cream spattered Polly's face, and she cried out and covered her face. She still pumped rhythmically on Lonny's feverish cock as the sap boiled up from his balls and jetted into the air.
"Uhhhnnnn!" he grunted, his hips plunging.
"Oh, God! I didn't realize! I didn't know you were gonna-"
"Polly, come here and kiss me on the mouth!"
She kissed him, her fingers still milking his heavy cock spurting jism all over her. The kiss made her own body respond to Lonny's excitement. She felt his tension and his release. Her cunt was suddenly very hot again.
Lonny was shuddering, rolling his eyes back. His kiss was loose and sloppy. She kept pumping her fingers up and down, squeezing his cock hard as the sharp-smelling cum erupted again. She had droplets of cum on her belly and thighs and face. A dribble of cum oozed down her nipple, and now Polly began to tremble. Being covered with her cousin's cum was strangely exciting. Her hot little pussy was dripping juice.
"God, I'm sorry, Polly," Lonny said when he regained enough control to see what had happened.
"It's okay. It was my fault, anyway." She looked at her cum-covered hand. She sniffed the cum and it took her breath away. "Wow, that smells strong! I wish I could see those little tadpoles."
"You need a microscope for that. I saw them one time."
But now Polly wasn't thinking about sperm. She was looking at her cousin's soft cock. Her own cunt was still on fire, and her every move sent a shivery thrill through her body. She lay on her back and idly began to smear the creamy cum on her tummy. That helped some. She was so damned hot!
"What's wrong, Polly?"
"Oh, nothing."
"No, I can tell. Something's wrong."
"Well, you had your fun," she breathed. "But see, I-"
"Do girls come too?" he asked, incredulous. "Of course they do!"
"And stuff comes out?"
"No, not like you. I just get all juicy and slick. And then it feels really good."
"You mean all itchy and crazy like I did?"
"Yeah," she sighed eagerly, hoping he'd get the idea.
"Well, tell me what to do."
Remembering what she'd watched her brother do to Dawn, Polly bit her lip. "Could you, I mean would you-"
"Would I what?"
"Would you kiss me? Down there?"
Lonny swallowed reluctantly, but then he nodded and scooted down. Polly spread her thighs slowly, feeling their inner surfaces coming unstuck. She felt really ready. Her clit was swollen from being rubbed by Lonny's cockhead, and she knew that his lips would feel even better.
"Ohhhh, do it now, Lonny! Or I might die!"
He licked her cuntlips. She could hardly wait to feel that lovely, maddening tickle that would grow and grow until she wanted to scream and climb the walls.
"You are wet, all right," he said, kissing a little deeper. He licked as if testing the water. Polly felt his tongue slide into her pussy a little then pull back. She whimpered and pumped her hips.
"Ohhhh, come on! Don't tease me so much! Ohhhh, Lonneeee! Harder! Please!"
Lonny began to dive deeper with his tongue now. She could feel the hottest, tightest part of her cunt being opened as he licked her dainty pussy. His licking against her hymen made another hungry shudder go through her. She wondered how it would feel to have his tongue up inside her.
"Yeah, yeah, Lonny!" She ground her hips in a slow circle while he tongued her with harder and harder strokes. She dug her heels into the mattress and grabbed at the bedspread as she plunged her hot cunt up and down against Lonny's face. He was trying to do what she wanted. But she wondered how any girl could take it for long. It made her want to scream.
"You okay, Polly?" he asked looking up along her cum-splattered belly.
"Yes, I'm okay."
"The way you were squirming around I thought-"
"Oh, kiss me some more, would you? Lick me!"
She was panting, drumming her fists on the bed now as Lonny tried to satisfy her burning desires. His tongue once again pressed her hymen. She grabbed his head and held him there.
"Go on, push hard! Push with the point of your tongue!"
"Mmmm," he moaned, stabbing at the thin membrane. She felt a little sting. He was actually pushing into the little slit. She worked her ass around wildly.
"Harder! Harder!"
"Mmmhhhuuhh," he grunted, tonguefucking her faster. She thought his tongue felt like a cock! And she wanted to believe his tongue was a real cock, a hard, hot cock jabbing at her virginity.
With the searing pain jabbing through her, Polly strangled on a breath and knew she'd lost all sense of right and wrong. She'd actually encouraged her cousin to break her cherry with his tongue. But the pain lasted only seconds. And then she felt the inside of her pussy being licked. That part of her pussy where her muscles were tightest seemed especially tender. She kept working her ass on the bed, kept pulling at Lonny's ear. More pain. His tongue slipped deeper into her cunt. He was making funny, sloppy sounds in her cunt. She choked on her own saliva, feeling as if she might have a fit. Then she realized that she really was having a fit. She was coming. The glorious waves of pleasure broke over her flesh, making her shiver and squeal. And all the time Lonny kept stabbing his tongue in and out of her cunt.
"Ohhhh, God, Lonny! Christ! Shit!" It wasn't hard for her to pretend his tongue really was a cock. The thick shape of something, anything up inside her cunt was devastatingly sexy.
She humped and arched her back as she wiggled against the penetrating sensation. Lonny was groaning right along with her. She knew he must be excited, too, being carried away by her pounding lust.
Lonny was holding her hips, clutching the muscles of her ass as she squealed again and the ecstasy poured through her every fiber. Then she flopped back weakly. Her cousin eased his tongue out of her young cunt. She knew she was bleeding, not very badly, but bleeding. The trickle of red down her ass cheek was a badge now.
"God, Polly, you really freaked out." Lonny was smiling shyly at her, his chin and cheeks smeared with blood. She touched his face weakly and smiled back. Her heart was jumping in her chest. Her belly still heaved.
"I guess we really did it, didn't we?" She sighed.
"Yeah. Sort of."
"What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"Well, we really didn't, you know, go all the way."
"I'm not a virgin anymore. I'd call that going somewhere."
"Yeah."
"I hope your dad never finds out. I mean, I come over to help cook and clean for you two, and the first day you've got me in your bedroom with your tongue up my-" She blushed. Lonny smiled slyly at her.
"It was you who wanted to see my room, remember?"
"Oh, yeah, guess you're right about that."
"But I'm glad you did, Polly." He kissed her and her shoulder with his blood-smeared mouth.
It was strange, but Polly was already thinking about more sex.
"Maybe you could sneak down to my room tonight?" she breathed, not wanting to sound too wild, but unable to keep from voicing her desires. Lonny nodded eagerly.
"Wow, that'd be neat."
"Except we don't have any way of-" She took a breath and let it out. "Oh, you know, Lonny, we've got to be careful. If I got knocked up-"
"I'll think of something," he said. "I'll figure it out somehow."
CHAPTER FOUR
Dawn had so many packages she had to take a taxi home. And she still had fifty of the two hundred bucks left. She'd timed her return so her mother would be out of the house. She still hadn't figured out a way to explain where she'd come by all that cash. And Mother surely would be curious. Her mother kept a sharp eye on her behavior, as if she suspected her daughter of doing what she had done when she was young.
Dawn couldn't resist trying one of her new outfits on. She chose a luxurious silk dress and a matching blouse. It was strictly high-class, and as she brushed her blonde hair down over her shoulders and examined her reflection, she discovered that she no longer looked like a simple, high school cheerleader. She felt like somebody special. The phone jarred her out of her fantasy.
"Oh, hi, Dirk. Sure, I'd love to see you. Okay, in ten minutes." She hung up and went to her dresser to dab a little perfume behind her ears. She was a little confused as to how she felt about Dirk. It had been simpler before her stepfather had taken her into his basement studio and done those unspeakable things to her. But she was excited at the thought of her boyfriend seeing her in her new clothes. She looked so ritzy now that she wondered if he'd even recognize her.
No sooner had she scooted into the front seat of Dirk's car than all her ambiguous feeling were gone. She was aroused merely by looking at him. And it was plain that he was aroused, too. He paused before pulling away from the curb.
"Christ, where did you get that dress?"
"A present."
"From who?"
She bit her bottom lip and blushed. Maybe it would do him good to do a little guessing. She smiled. "That's a secret."
"Man, that must've been expensive!" He was driving now, heading out of town.
"Where we going, Dirk?" she asked silkily, slipping next to him. She put her hand on his thigh. She was reminded of how hot and wild they had been that night on his parents' sofa. Her young little cunt ached for him already. But she was thinking of her stepfather, too. She couldn't forget how huge his cock had looked. The fact that he hadn't tried to put it inside her made her fantasies that much wilder.
"My sis is helping out at my uncle's house. She wanted me to bring her a few things she forgot to take." He nodded toward a cardboard box containing books and other sundries. Dawn remembered the way Dirk's red-headed sister had looked at her one evening, like she wanted to be everything Dawn was. And Dawn had the eerie feeling that Polly knew every detail of her private life, or at least guessed it. Polly was a long-legged, gawky kid, but nice. Dawn knew how she herself had felt when she'd been on the verge of becoming a woman.
"Hey, let's stop for a drink. You look old enough to get into any bar around."
"Oh, I don't know." Dawn was shaky about doing something so daring. But Dirk insisted. He saw a roadhouse up ahead and pulled into the gravel drive. Country music blasted through the open door, though it was still pretty early for much to be going on. Dawn perked herself up and tried to look cool and self-assured as she clung to her boyfriend's arm and walked through the doorway.
Inside, strangers eyed her svelte figure under the white silk dress. She looked dully at a cowboy at the bar, and followed Dirk back to a booth. She felt breathless with excitement.
The barmaid gave her a hard look but didn't ask for identification. Dawn's self-confidence soared. And Dirk was enjoying the scene immensely. He pulled her against him and began to pet her thigh. Her juices surged, and she turned toward him for a kiss. Their drinks came. Dirk went to put money in the juke box.
They danced, and Dawn couldn't keep from rubbing her pussy up against Dirk's thigh. The crotchband of her new, purple panties was getting very wet. Her braless tits rubbed inside her silk blouse as she pushed against his chest. She was panting a little, excited by the liquor, the darkened bar, the music and the dancing. The lump in Dirk's jeans showed that he was just as excited.
Between dances they ordered more drinks. She sipped at hers while Dirk jived her about the full glasses piling up on her side of the table. He was getting plastered. Nothing Dawn could do seemed to slow him down.
As they danced she whispered in his ear.
"Honey, don't you want to save yourself?"
"For what?"
"For later. You know." He gave her a sloppy kiss and staggered around the dance floor as the music boomed. She didn't even notice the tall man in cowboy boots come up to them.
"Mind if I have this dance?" he asked Dirk politely. For a minute, Dawn thought Dirk might come on with some wisecrack. But the cowboy was big and he wasn't trying to make trouble. He just wanted to dance. Dirk relinquished her into the stranger's arms and went to finish his seventh whiskey and soda.
"You sure look fine, miss," the man said. He was rawboned and handsome. His brown eyes flashed at her as he spun her around. Dawn was excited by his dancing skill and the way his hand fit against the small of her back. He slowly edged his finger down to gently caress her left ass cheek. The elastic of her panties didn't reach that far up, and it was almost like being touched naked. She sighed and let herself relax in the cowboy's arms.
He whirled her and held her close. He kissed her hair, then her ear.
"I ain't never seen you out here before. You from town?"
Dawn was about to answer when they heard a loud crash. They both turned to see Dirk on his hands and knees. He pushed past them, crawling out through the doorway.
"I'd better go see about him."
"He's probably just sick as a dog," the cowboy laughed. "I've been there myself."
He went with her. Dirk was leaning against the car wiping his mouth. His eyes looked like rocks and Dawn even wondered if he recognized her when she touched his shoulder.
"Gotta ... get ... home. Jesus Christ!" He fell onto his knees and banged his head on the back door of the car. The cowboy helped Dawn shove him into the back seat, and she fished the car keys from Dirk's pocket.
"I'll drive," the cowboy said. "By the way, my name's Hoyt."
They drove along the highway for a mile or two, but then the cowboy swung the car off the pavement and down a narrow dirt road.
"Where are we going?"
"My place," Hoyt said. "Hey, you haven't told me your name."
"It's Dawn, but don't you think-"
"Naw, I'm not sure I want to say goodbye to you yet, pretty girl." He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her close. Though she was a little scared, the warmth of his chest and the affectionate way he looked at her made Dawn feel weak. She remembered, too, how nice it had been to dance with him.
They left Dirk in the car. Dawn knew she had to be a little boozed up for having been so easy to convince. Hoyt seemed strong, sure of himself. He put on a record and they danced. The house was simple but comfortable. Rifles hung on the wall and empty beer cans were scattered around. In the middle of the dance, Hoyt leaned over and kissed Dawn. His kiss felt older, more experienced. Dawn felt grown up, too, and tried to act like she thought he wanted her to act. He pulled her toward him by the ass, and when she felt the lump in his jeans she didn't act at all shy. When she thought about it, she didn't feel shy either. Maybe it was the booze, she thought, or maybe she was just growing up.
"Shouldn't we see about Dirk?" she asked.
"Do you really want to break this up?" he asked, kissing her neck until the hot tingles made her gasp.
"Nhhhoo, I don't want to stop. Not just yet."
Hoyt put on another record and they made a pretense of dancing, but Dawn was getting too excited to dance. Hoyt had his hands all over her body now, petting and pinching and loving her. She knew that her purple panties were absolutely drenched with juice.
She didn't even realize Hoyt was taking her to the bedroom. She found herself lying on the bed with him, their legs tangled as he panted against her neck.
"God, you're a lovely little young one!" he breathed, fondling her under her silk dress now. Her thighs ached as he moved up. She knew she could stop him, but she didn't want to. The liquor had left her carefree and easy. She felt good rubbing her young tits against the cowboy. And now he was trying to unbutton her blouse. She let him do so and when he looked wide-eyed at her white, pink-tipped tits, she smiled and pulled his curly head down as if she'd done it many, many times.
"Mmmmm, baby!" he groaned, tonguing her nipple out then sucking her tit between his teeth. She lurched from the hot flash of pleasure that went through her. It was exciting to be making out with a total stranger. It was a totally new experience. If she had been sober, her mind would've been full of hesitations. But not now.
"Ohhhh, Hoyt! Ohhhhh, God!" She arched her back, and he kissed her neck in a dozen places while he gently pulled at the crotch of her panties. She could hear the slick sounds of her panties being forced up between her cuntlips. Her cunt was throbbing, swollen with hot blood. She began to move her hips.
"Whhhuuuuuhh, Hoyt!"
"Like that, honey?" He had his fingers under her crotchband now. He eased his finger up into her pussy and quickly found her clit. Dawn panted, loving the feel of his finger.
"God, that's wonderful! Ohhh, Hoyt, maybe we shouldn't do this. Maybe I'd better go see about my boyfriend."
"The Good Lord is taking care of him, baby." Hoyt kissed her hard, extending his tongue deep into her mouth. Dawn had done a lot of kissing in her seventeen years, but never quite like this. She opened her mouth to receive his passion, and he worked his finger deeper into her cunt. Then he was teasing the muscled edges of her cunt. She arched her back and pulled her pussy away from him a little. He chuckled and penetrated her with two fingers. She wiggled uncontrollably at the keen sensation. As he probed, he rubbed her clit rhythmically with his thumb. Dawn began plunging her hips excitedly.
Her white dress was tangled up around her body, exposing her heaving white belly. Hoyt bent to kiss her softly as he continued to fingerfuck her. The thrills shuddered through her body. She couldn't get her breath, couldn't think. She felt lovely, wonderful! She grabbed his face with both hands and tried to kiss him.
"Ohhh, Hoyt, what are you doing to me?"
"Just what a beauty like you deserves from a man. I can see that you haven't been properly taken care of, and I'm gonna see that you are."
"Uhhhh, honey! I feel so dizzy and strange!"
Hoyt stripped off his shirt to expose his broad, tanned chest. Dawn's blouse hung loosely from her shoulders now, her tits quivering as he hooked his hand behind her neck and kissed her again. Suddenly he jerked his pants off, and before Dawn could get her thoughts straight, he was wiggling himself between her thighs.
"I ... I can't go all the way with you," she groaned, feeling the urge tempt her. Her young body was burning, tingling with desire. But it seemed wrong somehow. She watched him tear the foil package and then roll the condom up over his prick. Her fingers trembled as she dared to touch the stiff cock that he wanted to stab into her youthful pussy.
"You want my cock, don't you?" he asked, smiling as if he could read every thought in her mind.
She looked at him without blinking. "Yes, I do."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I guess there isn't any," she smiled, letting out a breath. He eased her down again and gently parted her white thighs. She felt him push the head of his prick up and down her pussy, thoroughly wetting his rubber-sheathed prick. Then he centered his prick against her spasming cunt and pushed.
Dawn's body bucked and she bit her lip hard. His cock was big, and she wasn't fully relaxed yet. But the tightness, the tension and friction of him forcing his cock through her resistance was all the more exciting.
"Ahhhhhh!" she groaned, swaying her hips from side to side. She felt his thick prick stretching her cunt. She clutched his balls and held tight. "Ohhhh Hoyt! Let me get used to you a little at a time!"
"Damn, you're a fine piece! I'm sure lucky you came along today. I've been dreaming about someone blonde and pretty."
Her pussy tightened around his cock and then loosened. She could feel the erotic spasms all the way up her spine. She'd never before experienced anything like it and her eyes fluttered as she wondered what it felt like to Hoyt. He held her ass cheeks, squeezing them as he tried to push a little deeper into her hot cunt.
"Uhhhh, baby! You're so fine a fuck!"
She liked his choice of words. She liked to hear exactly what he felt. She squeezed her pussy down, tightening her muscles until he grunted. He grinned at her.
"I don't think I want to lose track of you, honey. You know that?"
"You like me, Hoyt?"
"Hell, I'm already crazy about you, Dawn!"
"Ohhhh, your cock does feel so damned good!" she breathed, squeezing her cunt around his cock again. The big man's cock surged inside her, pushing against her slippery cunt. She petted and squeezed the hot eggs inside his ball sack. She felt freer than she'd been with Dirk. Maybe it was Hoyt's experience that helped. He wasn't in a such a big hurry, either.
"Why don't you get on top?" he suggested, rolling over before she had a chance to answer. Dawn liked the position. She began to move her ass around in circles as the stiff cock inside her rubbed the sides of her cunt and brought shuddering gasps from her throat.
"Ohhhhh, God! This is fantastic!" she groaned, her eyes pinched closed tightly as the throbs of pleasure coursed up and down her body. Her belly was pulled in under her ribs, her tits jutting upwards. She arched her back, and her blonde hair tumbled halfway down her back. She was on her knees now, lifting and sitting down again on his hot, pulsing cockmeat. His cock went in another inch, then another. She could feel something deep inside her being rubbed for the first time in her life.
"That's your womb," Hoyt said, his own breathing ragged.
"Ohhhhhh, Hoyt!" she babbled, her plush ass suddenly bucking wildly as she felt the new fever. She had the most intense feeling of being thoroughly penetrated. That cock up inside her pussy felt lovely! His cock felt right and good and tantalizingly erotic. She wished she could keep it in her cunt forever.
"Baby, the way you're moving! Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Uhhh! Ahhhhh! Uhhhhhh!" She rolled her hips in circles now, then stopped and rocked forward and back. Holding her body so that just Hoyt's cockhead was inside her cunt, she arched and then humped her back. She kept doing this, arching and humping until her cuntlips constricted greedily, pulling the feverish cockhead up into her cunt again. Hoyt growled and dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass.
"Baby doll, you're a real wild one when you get going!"
"I never did this before!" she cried, drooling. "I swear it, Hoyt! It's you! You've got me so worked up!" She fell against his chest, her big tits flattening as she ravenously kissed his mouth.
Now Hoyt was making her straighten her legs. She kept his cock inside her as she changed position. He wanted her to close her thighs tight so he could have his legs outside hers. She pumped her ass up and down as he wiggled and moaned with pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, baby! You know how to do it!"
"Hoyt ... ohhhh, you're a wonderful lover! I feel so free!"
They kissed again and she moved her ass harder, faster. Their fucking grew more intense. The tempo became wilder. Dawn could feel the tingles in her nipples. She could feel the throbbing itch between her legs. She was getting closer to climax by the second. And she knew Hoyt was, too.
"Baby ... babydoll!"
"Uhh! Ohhhh, shit! Ohhhh, Hoyt, darling. Hold me! Hold on to me tight!"
Dawn felt herself being rolled onto her back again. As if by instinct, her thighs opened wide, her legs kicking the air as Hoyt plunged and thrust his cock into her smoldering, slick cunt. The sounds of their fucking was wonderful, and she cried out as she was caught up in the storm of consuming pleasure. She couldn't see, couldn't think. Her heart pounded and her belly heaved. She grasped the meat of her lover's ass, urging him deeper. His cocktip swelled inside her as her pussy pumped full of blood and closed down on his cock. The friction against her clit was maddening to her. She couldn't scratch it enough. And then the acute thrills of her climax raged through her.
"Hoyt! Yuuuuuhhhhhhh!"
He made a growling sound, and Dawn felt his cock surging. He was filling that rubber with hot cream. She just knew it! And knowing it made her own ecstasy more intense.
"Ohhh, darling!" She screamed.
"Baby, yeah!"
"Uhhhhh, it's killing meeeee!"
"Oh, Christ, Dawn! Jesus Christ!"
Dawn flopped around convulsively, the butter dripping from her cunt as Hoyt plunged his cock in and out with savage excitement. She came hot and hard and good. And then she felt another tickle. She pinched her lips together and concentrated on that tingling ball of fire until it grew into a burning sun between her thighs.
"Yeehhhhssss!" she groaned, fucking up and down against Hoyt as he kept spurting into his rubber. "Ohhhhh, God! Yeeehhhhsssss!"
* * *
Dawn had been sleeping. She blinked. Something had awakened her. And for a second or two she had no idea where she was. Then she felt the warmth of Hoyt's big body close by. He was half lying on her. And the sound she'd awakened to was someone slamming a car door. She blinked again and nudged Hoyt.
"Hoyt, wake up! I heard-"
She heard footsteps in the house. Someone was there. Then she heard Dirk calling her name. She bit her lip and tried to shake Hoyt awake again. She couldn't get her legs out from under him. The bedroom door swung open and Dirk was staring at them, his face a white mask of shock.
"What the hell?" He staggered back and looked sick again.
"Dirk, honey, I can explain."
"You cunt! You whore! Ohhhh, for God's sake! I'm gonna get sick again!" He staggered out of the bedroom and ran out of the house. She heard the door slam and didn't want to hear anymore. Hoyt was waking up now. He looked at her groggily and helped her sit up.
"Dirk," she sobbed. "He saw us! Like this!"
"Hey, it'll be all right," Hoyt comforted her, puling her close.
Outside, the car started up, and Dawn heard gravel knock against the house as Dirk drove away. She looked hopelessly at Hoyt.
"What'll I do?"
"No big thing. We can walk up to the bar and get my pick-up. I'll take you home." He grinned and patted her ass. "Unless you want to move in here. I'd sure be happy to have you."
"I want to go home. Now."
She couldn't help see the rubber all bagged out with his cum. If she hadn't been so upset, it would have excited her. She had even thought of taking it off herself and playing with it a little. But Hoyt went into the bathroom, and she heard it being flushed away. As they were getting dressed it seemed hard to talk.
"My hair's a mess," she said, frowning at herself in the mirror. "If you have any rubber bands around I think I'll braid it."
"In that drawer," Hoyt told her. He had just popped the top off a can of beer and was watching her move across the room. She smiled at him, remembering that most of their time together had been wonderful. Until Dirk had happened in upon them. But when she pulled open the drawer, her heart did a flip-flop. Under the rubber bands and paper clips and broken pencils was a photograph. It looked like a photograph of herself. She picked it up, her lips moving silently. Then she realized that it was her mother.
"Who is this?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Her stomach felt heavy and dead.
"My first wife. We didn't stay together for long." He put his arm around Dawn's shoulder. "Kinda looks like you, doesn't she?"
"How long were you together?"
"Just long enough for her to get pregnant and me to get a job in Alaska and get the hell out. Never saw my little girl. Always wanted to, though." Dawn was trembling hard. She dropped the picture on the table and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Then Hoyt's face changed, too.
"Oh, God! No!" he mumbled, staring at her.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered. Her voice was barely audible.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lonny told Polly that his father kept prophylactics in a locked desk drawer, but nothing she could say would make him try to sneak a few packages out. It was after supper when she finally concluded that if she was going to learn any more about sex, she'd have to get the rubbers out herself.
Nat was working in his study until late. Lonny was watching television, letting her make all the moves. But there wasn't anything she could do as long as her uncle was in the study.
It was after eleven when Nat turned off the lights and went upstairs. He had the key in his pocket, Polly guessed. She didn't know anything about picking locks. She'd have to sneak into his bedroom and ease the key ring from his pocket.
"We could use a baggie," Lonny suggested. Polly wrinkled her nose and frowned. What would keep the damned thing from slipping off her cousin's slender cock? If even one drop of his cum spilled inside her, the game would be over. Polly wasn't at all excited about having a baby at her age.
"I'm gonna sneak upstairs and see if Nat is asleep yet," she said.
"Girls are better at that kind of stuff anyway," Lonny said, not wanting to get involved in any way.
"Men!" Polly said, flashing him a hard look. Her cousin grinned sheepishly and returned his attention to the television program. Polly took off her tennies and went upstairs.
The bedroom was empty when she peeked in. Then she heard the shower running in the bathroom. She could get that key now, hurry downstairs to unlock the drawer, and get the key back into his pocket before he knew! But she had to move quickly. She dug into the pocket of his slacks and found the key ring. She bounded down the stairs two at a time and hurried to the book-lined study. It took her a few minutes to find the right key and open the drawer. It contained files and letters, and Polly was careful not to disturb anything.
She found a box containing two dozen rubbers at the very back of the drawer. Her heart jumped with excitement. She felt somewhat wicked, but it was a pleasurable wickedness. She decided that three seemed a reasonable number to take. Nat wouldn't miss than many, and it would be enough for her and her cousin to have a pretty good time.
Shutting the drawer, Polly bounded upstairs again to return the keys to her uncle's pocket. She was stuffing them into his slacks when she realized that the shower wasn't running any more. He might step into the bedroom at any moment. She started toward the door when the doorknob turned. Polly knew she wouldn't make it without being seen, so she ducked into the closet and pulled the door partly shut.
Her breathing quickened as she saw her uncle naked. He toweled himself off in a leisurely fashion. Polly had never seen a grown man's cock before, and she couldn't take her eyes off Nat's. His cock wasn't even erect, but it was larger than Lonny's. Polly thought that Nat was a magnificent-looking male. He had a muscular chest and strong arms, his hips were narrow, and he moved with a manly grace. Polly wondered what it would be like to fuck him.
Her uncle passed so close to the closet that her heart almost stopped. She was trembling, afraid that he might discover her and become enraged. She was trapped, blocked by the bed between the closet and the door. She couldn't get out unless he left the room or went to sleep.
Nat turned off the light and got into bed without pajamas. The illumination from a hallway light allowed her to see his cock and flat belly. As she waited for him to fall asleep, something else happened. Her uncle began to get a huge erection.
By now Polly's panties felt glued to her pussy, her juices flowing at the sight of her uncle's prick. She watched his prick stiffen and flop up against her uncle's belly. Then he grasped his prick and began to pump his foreskin up and down. This exposed his smooth cock knob, glistening with lubrication. Polly almost whimpered. She could actually imagine his cock sliding between her hot little cuntlips, pushing her folds apart as it plowed deeper into her young cunt. Polly thought of trying to crawl out of the room. But the light from the hall would shine right on her as she crossed the room, and if Nat happened to glance in her direction she'd be a goner.
She touched her feverish swelling cunt in the crotch of her cut-off jeans. Even the denim was damp now. If she kept on like this, her uncle would smell her.
But when it looked like Nat wasn't going to play with himself any more, her fears lessened. He turned onto his side and seemed to be dozing off. She pushed the closet door open slowly and started across the room on her hands and knees. She was praying that he wouldn't see her. There was no sound but that of his even breathing. She started forward again, afraid to look up in his direction. She was at the foot of the bed now, making the corner. The light from the hall flooded in through the doorway. Suddenly she felt a strong hand grabbing her by the waist, lifting her up, pulling her back.
"Ohhhh!" she squealed as she sprawled across the bed. Her uncle was laughing, his eyes puzzled as he pinned her down by the shoulders.
"What in hell have you been doing, little niece?"
"Nuh-nuh-nothing," she blurted, shaking so hard she could hardly think.
"You pretty little sneak thief. What are you up to anyway?" Nat's nakedness was partially hidden by the sheet, but Polly was still aware of his erect prick. Nat held her wrists together while fondling her body with his other hand. The touch of his fingers as he dug into the tight pockets of her jean shorts made her gasp. He brushed her wet-denimed cunt and looked at her in surprise.
"Ah, what's this?" Nat asked as he extracted the three foil packets she'd taken from his study. "Into my rubbers, are you? You got my keys, didn't you? You were bringing them back when I caught you."
Polly was sobbing now, embarrassed and afraid of what her uncle might do for punishment. If he told her folks, she'd be in the doghouse for a long time.
"Why the tears?" he laughed, giving the packets back to her. "You can have the damned things if you want 'em that bad."
"I ... I didn't, I mean, I wouldn't-"
"You don't want me to tell anyone, do you?"
"No, sir."
He looked at her hard. His expression had changed. His eyes had an intensity that made Polly tremble. The hall light cast shadows across her uncle's broad chest. He touched her face softly. She whimpered, her eyes downcast.
"Christ almighty, babydoll, you are a sweet little animal. But awful young."
Polly was feeling really weird now. Her thigh pressed against her uncle's cock under the sheet. He pushed his cock against her a little harder. He held her face with both hands. She saw his mouth coming down. She whimpered weakly and closed her eyes, her lips parting in readiness. The kiss just about wiped her out.
"Mmmmmmuuuuhhh," she moaned, her trim ass lurching instinctively on the bed. She was ashamed to be acting like this, but it felt so natural. Her uncle smelled fresh from his shower. His strong touch, his hot looks overwhelmed her. She let him kiss her mouth until her lips were slack from the thrills. Her cunt was so sloppy now that she knew her musky scent was rising to Nat's nostrils. He kissed the hollow of her neck and fondled the slim shape of her back, her waist. He undid the first button of her jean shorts when she jerked and caught his wrist.
"I know I could be ruining my career and everything," Nat said, looking hard at her. "But then, you wouldn't tell anyone, would you?"
"Tell wh-wh-what?" she murmured, almost afraid to speak.
"If I kissed you all over your body."
"Ohhh, Nat, I'd better go back to my room. You can have your rubbers and-"
"I told you to keep them." He undid another button. Though she still held his wrist, she wasn't really trying to stop him. The steady throbbing of her clit seemed to tell her to let it happen. As Nat peeled the front of her shorts open, she gasped and leaned her head against his shoulder.
"Ohhhh, Uncle Nat, what are you going to do to me?"
He threw back the sheet. His cock stabbed up from his groin. Polly stared at the way his foreskin clung wetly to his prickhead. Nat moved around on the bed so that he was facing her, sitting with his legs spread. He pulled off her jeans and petted the firm, rounded swells of her ass. She got the feeling that he wanted to play with her, fondle her for a while. It was as if he'd just discovered a new toy, one that he'd never seen before.
"God damn, it's been a long time since I touched a girl your age. But I was such a dumb little twerp in junior high."
"I'm in high school now, Nat," she said, panting from the way he was rubbing her. He seemed fascinated with her ass. His palms smoothed her nylon-covered swells, digging his fingers into her muscles, making her squeal. And Polly could hardly keep her eyes off of his stiff cock.
"Big, isn't it?"
"Y-Y-Yeah."
"What were you stealing the rubbers for?" Polly was too frightened to tell him anything.
Her uncle got up and shut the bedroom door. Now only the light from the bathroom let her see what was happening. He unwrapped a rubber and rolled it onto his cock.
"You're going to do something, aren't you?" she breathed.
"Honey, with your aunt being pregnant, I've been without a woman for five months. It seems like five years. So here I am with a big hard-on, dreaming of pussy, and I catch you crawling across my rug." He laughed and grabbed her ass again.
"Now what do you expect me to do?" he asked.
"I don't kn-kn-know."
He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt now, pulling it up. She let him skin it off her thin body. She could feel him staring at her breasts. Suddenly Polly felt beyond caring about right and wrong. She was totally swept up in the hot sexuality of the moment. She didn't even care who Nat was. He was going to do something deliciously naughty to her.
"You know, your braces turn me on," he said. "And your little tits. And that fantastic little ass of yours. Christ, Polly, I didn't realize I had such a sexy niece."
He pulled her on top of him. Her panties caught between the lips of her cunt as she lay down on him. His huge, throbbing cock pressing into her tummy made her breathless.
"Oh, God, I don't believe this," she sighed. He wrapped his strong arms around her back. He edged his fingers under the elastic of her panties, and she felt him caressing her bare ass flesh. She panted, and then he was kissing her.
"Sixteen," he whispered. "You're only sixteen years old, and I'm gonna have you. I'm gonna have a feast of you."
"Ohhhh, Nat, I'm scared. I'm excited but scared."
He made her sit up again, then he forced her down toward his cock.
"Here's the way to get you relaxed."
At first Polly had no idea that he was going to make her suck his cock. But when he pulled her down closer, she saw his engorged cockhead bobbing, and she cried out.
"Open your mouth, Polly. You've got to learn sometime."
"Ohhh, nhhhoooo!" she moaned, his hot cock bumping her chin. His cock left a smear of slickness, and she shivered. He gently forced her mouth open and guided her even closer. The first touch of her lips to his bulging cock almost made her faint. His cock was so hot, so smooth and soft. But beneath the softness there was a firmness which made her heart thump.
"Suck me, Polly," her uncle moaned, tightening his grasp on the back of her head. He pulled her forward and down. She was sitting between his outspread legs, her back bent as he pushed more of his swollen cock between her lips. She let his cock slide in deep enough that his foreskin was being pushed back to expose his cockhead. She groaned through her nostrils. She moved her lips, testing the thick, throbbing surface. His cock didn't taste bad, but it filled her mouth so completely! And she thought her poor little cunt was too small. She licked his cock's underside and brushed back and forth. Her uncle made a deep sound that told her he liked that. She licked his cock again, teasing him.
"Yeah, baby, now you're learning what it's all about."
He petted her neck and shoulders as she tried to please him. She felt so odd there on her uncle's bed, sucking his outsized prick. It was naughty and sexy. And it was good. Even though she knew she was doing wrong, Polly was enjoying herself. She was enjoying being forced a little. She was enjoying her weakness and her uncle's strength.
"More, baby, take some more."
She tried to suck him deeper, but his pulsing, steamy cockhead seemed to be getting bigger all the time. His cock filled her mouth, brushed against her tonsils. She gagged. Nat let her ease back some then, holding her shoulders. Now he pulled her forward, then eased her back. Forward and back she moved, her sucking noises getting louder. She still didn't know quite what to do with her tongue. But the suction as his big cock filled her mouth and was dragged back out made her want to lick. She licked Nat's cock. She licked his cock's flared edge and rounded tip. She licked his cock until he grunted with pleasure, and then she licked more.
"Enough!" he gasped finally, pulling her away from his cock. His cockhead seemed enormous now, even though his foreskin was stripped back from the tip completely. His dark purple flesh glistened with her hot spit. She couldn't help licking his cock one more time. It was like a throbbing lollipop. And she knew what her uncle wanted to do with it now. She felt a stab of fear.
He smiled, pulling her forward, making her lie across him again. "You know what I want now, don't you?"
"It's impossible," she whimpered. "I'm too little. I just know I am."
"Come on baby, relax." He grinned in the dim light. "You were really getting excited about sucking my cock. I saw you."
Polly blushed. It was true. She'd enjoyed that thick, throbbing chunk of cock in her mouth. And it belonged to her own uncle!
"I'll hold my cock up, and you sit down on it. Do it slow now. Hold onto my arms."
Her heart was pounding loudly again. Polly straddled her uncle's body and eased herself back until she felt the juicy lips of her cunt parting. Her red pussy curls tickled Nat's pricktip as he pushed into her cunt a little and stopped. Her ass was moving, and she felt she couldn't possibly hold it still. Nothing in her life had felt so good, not even Lonny's mouth against her cunt.
"Now, ease this way. Towards me." She did what he wanted and felt his cock sliding easily along the lips of her seeping cunt. Suddenly his cockhead popped into her cunt. Her muscles spasmed, closing down on his prick. She rode up on his prick a little, straining her legs to hold her weight.
"If you knew how exciting it is to feel my cock against your hot little cunt!" Nat moaned. "I've always had a dream about getting into a skinny little teeny-bopper. And now I've got one ... my very own redhead. My niece!" He kissed her mouth. He felt her braces with his tongue and then stabbed in and out between her teeth. It was terribly sexy. It didn't matter any more that she was skinny or had small tits. What mattered was that Nat was excited by her. She kissed him hard enough so that her braces cut against his lips. This seemed to excite him even more. He grabbed her slim hips and tried to pull her pussy down over his hot prick.
But Polly squealed when she felt her cunt stretch, and he let up.
"Ohhhh, Nat! You don't want to split me apart, do you?"
"My prick will go in if you'll let me try."
"What happened to your cherry then?" he said, kidding her with a knowing smile.
"It ... well, you see, it's kind of hard to explain." She couldn't very well tell him that it was his own son who broke her, and that he broke her with his tongue. Or could she? "Lonny did it." She looked down. "With his tongue."
"So that's what you wanted my rubbers for. You crazy little wildcat!" He grabbed his cock and shoved it up and down her cuntlips as she hovered over him, her shoulders shaking with excitement. "But with his tongue? I'm surprised that Lonny would have the nerve for something like that. He's only fifteen."
"Well, he did it." She bit her bottom lip. "Ohhhh, Nat! Your cock is making me feel so itchy and hot down there!"
She couldn't control herself. She was jerking her ass around like crazy, dipping and plunging as she tried to keep from letting her weight down on Nat's thick, feverish cock. She thought that just that soft, silky friction would be enough to make her come if she wanted to. But Nat stopped her and pushed her down beside him. Then she felt him climbing on top of her, his big chest crushing her small tits.
"Ohhhh, nhhhooo, Nat, I'm scared! Don't fuck me!"
"You've been fooling around too long," he laughed. "It's time you got stuck. Stuck with a big one."
She squirmed frantically to keep her pussy away from him. When he nudged her pussy with his smoldering cockhead, she jerked away, rocking her hips to the side.
"Oh, Christ, is this gonna be good!" Nat exclaimed.
"Stop! Ohhh, don't stab me with that thing! It'll kill me!"
"Hold still, you little eel!" he laughed, grabbing her slender hips roughly. He dug into her flesh. He bit her neck, chewed her lips. She was overcome with lust but was still afraid to let him go that final eight inches. Eight inches was probably three more than she could handle.
"You're really a scrapper!" he breathed, pinning her wrists above her head. She threw her ass around to keep him from getting his cockhead into her cunt.
"Damn!" Nat cursed, enjoying the fight. "I'll get you yet."
"Nat ... Nat stop!"
"It's gonna squeeze me so good when I get inside. Oh, Christ!"
"Uhhhh!" Polly cried. Her shoulders trembled. Her uncle was forcing her down, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips.
"Yeah, baby! Jesus God, feel me sliding in?"
"Ouch! Ohhhhh, Nat! Ohhhh, G-g-god!"
"You're tighter than I thought."
"Ruuhhhhh," she groaned, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth. Her cunt's itchiness increased. She felt so weird being afraid, and wanting to be fucked at the same time.
"Oh, yeah, sweetheart! Just keep squirming like that ... Ohhh, Jesus!"
"It won't fit!"
"It's gonna go in. The head's gonna push your cunt apart and-"
"Ghhhuuuuuuuhh!" she groaned. She could feel her cunt widening, sliding its velvet surface down over the smooth shape of his prick. Her pussy sucked at the penetrating prick as if it wanted to be filled. She felt a greedy desire to be had, to be fucked, to be laid.
"But Nat, it-h-h-hurts!"
"Just a little more and the worst part'll be over. The head's really swollen out because you're such a sexy little bitch!"
The word "bitch" was what did it. She gave a cry of excitement and her cunt seemed to widen suddenly. Nat's cock throbbed and sank into her feverish, slick cunt. No sooner was he inside, than her cunt muscles squeezed down again. He gave a grunt of pleasure.
"Huuuhhhhnnn!" he groaned.
"Nat, it's big, bigger than I ever dreamed!"
"And you'll want it every day after this once!"
"Ohhh, will I?"
Polly was starting to believe it! The stretching of her cunt, the filling was driving her half-crazy. She felt a panic that made her want to flee. But at the same time, she was enjoying the spearing sensation, the feeling that her steamy little cunt was getting a real fucking for the first time in her life!
"Whhhuuuh, it's going deeper! Ohhhhh, Uncle Nat!"
"Just bite your lip, honey. I won't hurt you too much."
Nat was pumping hard, and each time he jerked his hips, she was skewered a little more on his spike of feverish prickflesh. She twisted excitedly as she felt the juicy, slippery membranes of her cunt encompass his huge prick.
"Uhhhh, I can feel it slipping inside!" she babbled.
Nat moved slowly and carefully to roll her onto her side. Then, keeping his cock embedded in her, he moved between her thighs. He cradled her back and ass as he ground his hips around slowly, forcing the thick head of his cock up into her young pussy. She whimpered and danced her ass around on the bed. When he pulled back, she was dragged along with him, and for the first time, Polly wondered if she might never get his cock loose from her tight cunt.
"Uhhhnnnn, I'm scared, Nat! It's filling me up so completely!"
"It doesn't hurt does it?"
"Not mm-much. It feels too good to hurt."
Her cunt muscles were contracting. She could feel her velvety pussy tightly clasping her uncle's cock. He began to moan and pet her firm, adolescent body with more passion than ever.
Now she was quivering. She had the feeling that Nat might come at any second. She couldn't sit still, knowing his cock was throbbing and swelling inside her cunt. Her juices dribbled from around the stretched edges of her cunt, as it tightened convulsively at the spot where Nat's cock disappeared into her pink and glistening pussy.
"Uhhhnn! Ohhhhh! Whhhhuuuhh! Uncle Na-aa-a-a-t!"
"Hold baby, I'm comin' if you don't stop ... Jeeeees-u-u-uhhhsss!"
They clung tighter to each other now. Polly was devastated by the way her uncle's heavy chest crushed her down into the bed. She was wild with the furious lust she experienced as his monstrous prick plunged deeper. She dug her nails into him, bit his shoulder. He was kissing her, petting her. His muscles were hard from the tension of his approaching climax.
"Baby, babydoll!"
"Ohhhh, Nat!" she sang, her eyes fluttering as he wedged his cock another inch deeper.
Polly pulled her heels up over her uncle's legs. Her toes were splayed out like a fan. Then she kicked both legs high over Nat's back, as he began to fuck her with a frenzied hunger.
"Deeep!" she groaned. "It's gonna come out my mouth if you go any deeper!"
"Christ, you're so fucking tight!" he groaned through clenched teeth.
They were panting, clutching at each other frantically. Then her uncle's body seemed to seize up and shudder in a frightening moment of stillness.
"Ghhhaaaa!" he screamed, plunging even faster now.
"Nat! Ohhhhh, my Nat!" Polly cried, digging her heels into the mattress now as she felt her clit throb with the thrills of ecstasy. His thick prick was bulging rhythmically now, forcing her pussy to stretch even more. The stretching, the surging of his cock deep inside her immature pussy pushed her over the line. The maddening tickle became an exhilarating itch. Her slim ass plunged and bucked on the bed, finding enough strength to push the full weight of her uncle's hips upwards. He gasped with lust and stabbed her deeper, harder!
"Yuuuhhhnnnnn!" Polly murmured, rolling her eyes back as she clung to the raging stallion of a man between her willowy legs. She felt her smallness completely now. She was totally aware of her ninety-odd pounds and the close to two hundred of the feverish beast that rutted atop her. The thrilling pleasure she experienced was total! She didn't care if she died now. She'd had it all, had all the pleasure worth having.
Holding her slim ass in both hands, Nat plunged with renewed energy. His big cock had made a place for itself now, sliding in and out of her clasping cunt smoothly. Polly's steamy juices flowed freely, spilling down her crack. Polly kept sighing and squealing as she felt his swollen prick plow against her.
Suddenly, his cock wedged tightly into her womb and spurted. She could feel the rubber filling. Her cunt tightened, as if to keep all that precious cum inside.
They ended with little jerks and wiggles and twisting around. She was breathless, almost in a faint. Nat was panting as if he'd just run up a mountain. He pulled her on top of him again. She lay limp across his belly and chest, her toes pointed and tits tingling. Inside her, his hot prick still pulsed. She closed her thighs to hold its warmth, its fullness. She felt absolutely wonderful. That's when the phone rang.
Nat reached for it on the bedside table and cleared his throat before taking the receiver from the hook. Polly held her breath. She had a feeling she knew who it was.
"Yes, darling," her uncle said. "I was just thinking about you. Tomorrow? You and the baby can come home? That's great news ... sure ... I'll be there to pick you up at ten, then."
Nat hung up and glanced at Polly. She was kissing his chest. She had felt so perfect a moment before. But now she was reminded that this first great fuck of her life was over. And the man whose cock she cradled in the softness of her body wasn't only married, but he was her blood uncle.
"I hope you'll stay around for a few weeks," he said. "Betty won't be up and around much for a while. We could sure use your help."
Polly didn't know what to say. Didn't he realize it was her first time? Deeper, yearning fires had been kindled. She pressed her cheek against him and sighed. Nat cupped her firm ass.
"There'll be time for more of this, of course," Nat said finally. "I don't think I've had nearly enough of you, Polly."
She was aglow now! He wanted her, like men want women. She was a woman, flat-chested and skinny as she might be. Her body excited her uncle enough to make him want more. She tightened her aching cunt around his cock. She felt fulfilled. And she would be filled and fulfilled again soon if all went right.
A little later Polly went downstairs and poured herself a glass of milk. Lonny was dozing in front of the television. He gave a little snort and came awake when she plopped down on the sofa beside him.
"Hey," he said eagerly. "You get the rubbers?"
"Couldn't find them," she said, sipping the milk. "Anyway, I'm tired. I'm gonna drink this milk and go to sleep."
"Oh, hell, I was counting on-"
"You can sleep in my bed if you want," she whispered, feeling a little sorry for her young cousin. "But just sleep."
"Oh, wow! That'd be neat, Polly."
* * *
As the long-legged boy snuggled against her back, Polly closed her eyes and pretended it was Uncle Nat. It was funny, she thought, how a girl liked to be close to a male body after getting a good fuck. And Lonny was warm and affectionate, so it worked just fine. She sure was sore, though! The thick, long cock of her uncle's had reamed her out good. Behind her, she could feel Lonny sneaking his shorts down. He pressed his slender, warm prick against the softness of her ass. She let him do it. She even let him wiggle around until a spurt of cream boiled out onto the bed. Lonny gave a strangled sigh of relief, mopped up the mess with his undershorts, and together they drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Dawn didn't want to stay around the house. She felt like she was losing her mind. And whenever her mother left, which was often, her stepfather began to pressure her again. He wanted to take more photographs. He wanted to touch her white skin, caress her blonde hair. She knew he wanted to put his hot, fat prick up into her cunt.
It was before six in the morning when she showered and put on some of her new clothes. She didn't want to remember that day she'd taken the ride with Dirk. She could still imagine the awful look on his face when he had discovered her in the arms of that cowboy. Dawn shook her head, hardly able to think about it clearly.
"Now she thought about Hoyt. "Did I really fuck that guy? My father?" Yes, she had. She shook her head again, trying to rid herself of the painful memory. It wasn't the fucking that had been painful. It was what she'd found out later.
The sun was just up when she left the house and walked down the street toward town. She didn't know where she was going. But she had to do something, had to go somewhere. Dirk wouldn't speak to her any more, and that made her feel like a whore. Sure, it was her own fault, but she couldn't help it if she wanted to grow up and experience a few things. She'd just chosen the wrong person to gain experience from. Her own dad!
But she really cared for Dirk. If only she could make him understand. She didn't know whether she could ever tell anyone the truth about Hoyt. She'd run from his house that day, run to the highway and flagged a ride. He'd tried to follow her, tried to talk to her, but she'd cursed him and thrown such a tantrum that he'd let her go at last.
A patrol car drove by, and the young officer behind the wheel gave her a suspicious look and then drove on.
Dawn could hardly believe it when she saw Dirk walking toward her. He recognized her and almost stopped. They approached each other shyly.
"I've been wanting to talk to you," she said.
"I couldn't get much sleep last night," he told her. "I've been up walking around for a couple of hours."
"It's a wonder that the cops haven't run you in. They sure looked at me funny." The small talk over, Dawn felt the heavy weight of silence. Dirk pushed his hands into his pockets and looked around nervously.
"Well," he said, as if to move on.
"Dirk, I want to apologize."
"Nothing we can do about it now."
"Yes, there is. I can make it up to you."
"Make it up to me?" He looked at her curiously.
"Yes," she sighed, pushing her tits against his arm. "Come on."
They walked through the park. It was too early for many people to be up and around. Her heart was pounding. She was thinking of all the naughty things she'd done in the past few weeks. But it seemed as if the more she did, the more she wanted to do.
She let Dirk intertwine his fingers in hers. She knew he felt her heat, her passion. His palm was damp with expectation.
"This'll do," she said, pulling him toward a circle of trees. The greenery was thick and they had to force their way through it. They stood in a small, enclosed grove.
"Dawn," Dirk breathed, taking her in his arms. They kissed. It was a soft, affectionate kiss, but she could tell that he still had misgivings about her. She tried to imagine how it had looked to him, opening that bedroom door and seeing the stranger, Hoyt, sleeping between her open legs. It would shock any guy to find his girl like that. She undid Dirk's belt buckle, her fingers trembling now.
"Christ!" he groaned as she skinned his jeans down his thighs. "Here in broad daylight?"
"Shhhh," she whispered, stretching his skivvies down. She lowered herself to her knees and grasped his erect prick. His prick responded to her loving caress, stiffening more, filling out darkly. She licked his prick tentatively, letting her warm saliva excite him. He watched her, his legs spread for balance. She gazed at him innocently with her big blue eyes.
"Like it?" she asked, her tongue fanning the underside of his prick. Dirk shuddered, his belly tightening from the unexpected mouth job.
"Oh, Christ! Jesus!" he gasped.
Dawn pursed her soft, wet lips. She sucked in his prick with tantalizing slowness and then eased back. She did it again, licking his cock this time. A tremble ran through Dirk's body. Dawn smiled.
"Do you forgive me?"
"Forgive ... you?" He had a dazed look. He touched her blonde hair and panted. "Yeah, Dawn. I forgive you."
Again she licked his cock and bathed its entire surface in warm saliva. She kissed him and sucked him until he was making strange sounds. She knew he was longing to push his cock deep in her throat. She grasped his thighs and eased him forward. The heavy head of his prick slid across her tongue, back toward her tonsils. She suppressed a gag and kept sucking. She danced her tongue along his rigid prick. She kissed his balls. Dirk gave a little lunge with his hips, and the tip of his prick went into her throat.
Dawn's belly bucked. His cock felt so huge, so swollen in the back of her mouth.
"God damn!" Dirk groaned, shaking. She cupped his balls in her hands and gently massaged them inside their slick sack. Dirk looked as if he was about to collapse.
"Mmmmm," she cooed, her nostrils flaring with the thrill of exciting him.
"Ohhh, Dawn! Ohhhh, fuck!"
His prick was throbbing now on her hot tongue. She sucked very gently, making the friction against his super-sensitive prick as teasing as possible.
"Ohhhh, suck me, Dawn! For Christ sake!"
"Mmmmmm." She eased her tongue back, and then slicked it forward again. Then she let his blood-heavy prickhead rest on her bottom lip, her upper lip just grazing the flared part on top. Dirk wound his fingers deeper in her blonde hair.
"Ohhhhh, shit, do it to me! Suck my cum!"
She grasped his balls firmly. Squeezing one and then the other she encircled his pricktip with her tongue again and watched him. He wouldn't be able to stand up much longer. And she'd strung his climax out just about as long as possible. His cock had been throbbing powerfully for over a minute now, and she could feel his balls hanging hot and ready.
Dawn's cunt was soaked from the excitement of sucking Dirk's cock. She pressed and rubbed her thighs together. More juice leaked into her panties.
Dirk was about to flip out now, lurching forward as if trying to stuff his blood-stretched cock all the way down her throat. Gently but firmly Dawn kept him at bay. She wanted to make him come so excruciatingly slowly that he'd never forget it, or her. She wanted to be his girl again.
"Honey! Honey Dawn! Ohhhhhhh!"
A frantic trembling went through his slim body. She tasted something and licked the tiny orifice at his cocktip. A milky, hot droplet hung there. As slowly as possible, she caressed his prick again with a sexy, licking motion. The droplet oozed out and was followed by another larger one. Every muscle in Dirk's body was hard. He was shivering, holding his breath.
"Mhhuuuuhhhmmmm," she cooed, stroking his prick again. His tender flesh was stretched taut and feverish to the touch. Dawn pressed his balls up against his groin. Then she could bear the boy's agony no longer. She tightened her mouth's grasp as she sucked hard on the rigid prick that glistened with her hot saliva. A gasp of relief escaped Dirk's throat. A spattering fountain of cum bathed the inside of her mouth. He grabbed her by the head and pumped his hips frantically.
She let him spear her mouth. She let him fuck his prick deep into her throat as the white sap boiled out. She had to swallow hard, and every time she swallowed, her tonsils sucked at his engorged prick. Dirk almost collapsed from the pleasure that pounded through him.
His cum was rushing out so fast that she couldn't swallow it all. She felt a dribble of cum drip from one corner of her mouth. The white cream dripped in a long string from her chin. But Dirk never stopped penetrating her soft mouth with his thrusts. The sound of his cockshaft sliding in and out was fantastic.
Dawn plunged her finger down between the lips of her pussy and rubbed her clit until the fire turned to a white hot thrill. "Huuummmmmm!" she groaned, coming too. Her pleasure was almost as intense as Dirk's.
She sucked ravenously at Dirk's steamy cock, working her tongue feverishly to touch him everywhere he wanted to be touched. At last she eased her lips away and wiped the cum off her chin with her finger. Dirk watched her suck his cum from her knuckles as she stood up.
"Oh, Dirk, you're a darling! It's fun to torture you like that. I hope you didn't mind."
Dirk looked barely able to stand.
"Mind?" He pulled her into his arms. "God, how could I mind? It was fantastic! I've never felt anything like that in my life. And I thought I knew so damned much about sex."
"And you aren't angry anymore?"
"Let's just forget all the stuff that happened the other day," he said. He kissed her cummy mouth. She kissed him back. He let her help him pull his pants back up and fix his belt.
As they walked hand in hand from behind the bushes, Dirk seemed happier than she'd seen him in a long time. She leaned her head against his shoulder, glad that he wasn't going to hold things against her. Maybe she could forget that cowboy named Hoyt. Maybe she could even forget that he was her father.
"You want to eat supper with me tonight?" Dirk asked her.
"Sure."
"My uncle invited me. See, my sister Polly has been staying out there and helping while Uncle Nat's wife is having a baby. So he told me to come along for supper and bring a date if I wanted. I wasn't going to bring anybody but now-"
"Oh, it'll be fun. I'm glad you want to take me, Dirk. I'm so happy I could scream!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You can't go," Warren said. Dawn stared at her stepfather as if she hadn't heard right. What reason would he have for refusing her permission to go out with Dirk?
"But it's to supper," she said, her face red with anger. "His uncle invited-"
"I don't give a damn who invited you. You can't go." He walked over to her, his face twitching. "Unless-"
Dawn's heart pounded. She'd made a promise to herself to keep everything straight with Dirk from now on. And the suggestion in her stepfather's voice frightened her. She knew what he was getting at.
"Unless what?" she asked softly, her blue eyes filling with tears of indignation.
"I'd like to shoot a few more rolls of film. And since your mother is gone to church-"
"No!" She tugged at her dress, then covered her face with her hands. "I can't let you do that anymore!"
"Then you won't set foot out of this house," Warren said. "I am still your father."
"No, you're not. You're my stepfather. I know who my real father is." She covered her mouth. Warren looked angry.
"Hell, I don't even know that. That worthless sonofabitch ran away a long time ago. I wonder if your mother even remembers what he looks like."
"He's not a sonofabitch," she blurted. "He's ... he's nice." Dawn hated herself for bringing it up. She hadn't wanted to remember anything of what happened that day at the bar. But it wasn't all that easy to dismiss it. Every time she closed her eyes she recalled how good it had been to feel Hoyt's big cock sliding into her body. It had been a glorious fuck!
"Listen, you wise all little cunt!" her stepfather said, grabbing her wrist roughly. "Don't pull any shit on me! I know what you like. Down in my studio you were half out of your head. You love sex and you've been wanting that cock of mine shoved up your-"
"Nhhhooo!" she cried, jerking to get free. Warren pushed her away. She watched him head for the stairs leading to the basement. "Where are you going?"
"Downstairs. Come on!"
"I ... just can't." She swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding and she felt dizzy. She was so confused. She wanted to go to supper with Dirk so badly. But she didn't want to go near her stepfather. He turned then, and opened his pants. His cock bobbed out. She put her hand to her mouth and gave a little cry.
But his cock was fantastic looking, all blue-veined and heavy at the tip. She remembered the details of that day down on his brass bed. His cock was the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Bigger than Hoyt's, bigger than Dirk's. His cock rose as he steadied it, the foreskin slipping back a little to expose the head.
"Come on, Dawn," he droned. She was staring, mesmerized by the heavy, hanging prick that had emerged from his pants. She walked forward slowly, then stopped and shook her head as if to clear it from the dreamy power of his invitation.
"No! I won't go unless you pay me again."
"All right. A hundred bucks." He lifted his cock so that the single eye was pointing at her. "Now come on down. We've got an hour before your mother comes home."
* * *
"Stop it!" Polly whimpered. She'd wakened to find her cousin Lonny rubbing her again with his cock. It was early Sunday morning. She recalled that Nat was giving that supper tonight. But Lonny, he was acting like a horny dog.
"Aw, come on Polly! I've been waiting patiently all night."
"What if your dad knew you were sleeping in here?"
"He's probably picking up Mom about now. He won't be home for a while." Lonny kissed her naked tit. She couldn't resist letting him suck her firm, brown nipple. But when he tried to crawl on top of her, she pushed him away.
"I'm sore. I don't want-"
"What are you sore from?" Lonny wanted to know.
"It's my period," Polly lied. "A girl gets sore sometimes when it's that time of the month."
"God, Polly, I was counting on us having some fun. Then I fell asleep last night while you were stealing the rubbers."
"I told you I never found them." Her uncle had them now. Lonny squirmed against her, his hot cock throbbing as he pumped it up and down. Polly closed her eyes. She wasn't ready to get up yet. She'd still be sleeping if it wasn't for her horny young cousin.
Lonny knelt on the bed as he peeled the covers back from her body.
"Oh, Lonny, can't you take a hint? I'm just not in the mood. I ... whhhuuuuu!"
Something soft and slick had been shoved between the cheeks of her ass. It felt like cold cream or butter. Then Lonny fell across her back, pinning her wrists down to the bed as he pumped his hips. The shape of his cock was unmistakable. His cock was covered with that greasy stuff, too, and he was wedging his cock hard into her crack.
"God damn!" she gasped, writhing wildly to free herself. But Lonny had worked himself between her slim thighs, and his cocktip pressed the pinched opening of her asshole.
'Ohhh, God, Polly, just relax. It won't hurt."
"Lonnneeeee!" she squealed, trying to buck him off. But his thrusts were jabbing her asshole every time. She felt her muscles widen, as his smooth prick forced her asshole wider. The plump halves of her ass squeezed his cock as she strained to resist. Lonny groaned from the sensation. Then he lunged again, and Polly squealed loudly as he penetrated her guts.
She was writhing, moaning, trying to dislodge that rod of hot prick. But the grease her cousin had smeared between her ass cheeks had made it easy for him to fuck her. Fuck her in the ass!
"Ohhhh, this is awful!" she cried, still bucking. But she felt a strange throb of pleasure that she couldn't ignore. It burned through her, even affecting her clit. She was aware of Lonny's excitement, too. He was gasping, kissing her back and the nape of her neck, as he pumped his hips and stabbed more stiff prickmeat into her hot insides. Then he was inside her totally, and her ass was flattened by his belly. He bit her shoulder as he fucked her steadily.
"Jesus, you've got a fine little asshole!" he murmured.
"How could you do this?"
"Doesn't it feel good to you too?"
"I ... I don't know. But it's nasty, it's perverse!"
"Ohh, it's good, too!" Lonny moaned, working his cock around with wild stabs.
"Uhhhhh," Polly sighed, starting to feel the tingles more now. "Oh, Lonny, what are you doing to me? It's weird. Really weird."
"Feel it go deep?" he asked, holding himself against her. She could feel his balls bumping her cunt. She was panting, too. A wave of thrills flushed her skin. She'd never guessed that something rammed up her ass would have such a powerful effect.
"Oh, but you'd better stop!"
"I couldn't stop now, Polly." She turned her face to the side, and Lonny got her earlobe between his teeth and began to chew it gingerly. The effect was immediate. Her nipples seemed to burst, and her belly heaved as she became more excited by the second.
"Uhhhnnn! Ohhhhh, damn Lonny! It feels so big going in and out of me!"
"And you're really strong back here! God, it's pinching me nice."
Every time Lonny drove forward, Polly's body jerked. He was still holding her hands down on the bed. His cock was really getting deep. And the friction was taking effect. Her pussy dripped its butter as fast as if it had the cock shoved inside it.
Now Polly started to squirm. And as she rocked her hips and rolled her belly against the bed, Lonny grunted with lust and fucked her faster.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he breathed, letting her hands go. He grabbed her narrow, bucking hips instead, plowing really deep now. The butter he'd smeared up her crack made slick sounds as he entered her ass and pulled back, in and out, deeper, hotter.
"Lonny, I feel so funny! My ass is tingling! Your fucking me is driving me crazy!"
She felt him trembling as he fucked. She reached beneath her belly and found her swollen cuntlips. It didn't take but a second to shove into the mushy folds and massage her clit out from its hood.
"Uhh, good to rub myself," she sighed, her clit bulging with blood as she worked it around with her fingertip. Lonny was coming. She could feel his cock jerking deep in her guts. He sank his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder.
She was coming, too. The flaming pleasure swept across her body like a tidal wave. She'd never felt anything like it. She'd never come with something hard and hot and long in her ass. And squirming around with her tight little asshole stretched with cock made it all that much better.
"I'm coming!" she gasped, her eyes dazed with the intensity of the pleasure. "Coming now!"
They writhed and grunted with the agony of utter joy.
Lonny was shoving her forward on the bed each time he rammed. Her willowy legs were spread wide, toes pointed, as he rooted on the pert, plump swells of her ass, holding her pelvis as she kept wiggling.
Her ass tightened on his cock, and Lonny gave a strangled groan. Polly cried out, too, as her climax reached a keen and dazzling peak. Then, with her mind reeling, the throes lessened and she felt the ecstasy flying away. She continued to writhe, enjoying the warm afterglow. Her cousin was finished, too. She could feel the sticky slickness of his jism in her asshole.
It was hard for her to be mad now, even though she had been forced. No, she'd enjoyed it, all right. She wouldn't even mind doing it again. But she pretended to be a little angry anyhow. Just to keep the young stud in line.
"If you'll let me get up now, I'm going to take a shower." His cock came out of her guts with a sucking sound. The trembling feeling that washed over her as her asshole tightened was lovely. But now she hid the pleasure she had felt from Lonny. He watched her trim ass swaying as she walked to the bathroom.
"God, you're nice Polly."
"And you're not so nice." She turned at the bathroom door and frowned at him. "What a thing to do to a girl!"
"You liked it. I heard you moaning and carrying on."
Polly blushed and bit her lip. "I ... I couldn't help it. With you shoving your thing in and out and-" She stopped and shook her head as Lonny continued to grin at her. "Oh, damn you!" She ducked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You want it. You've always wanted it," Dawn's stepfather breathed. He held her in his arms so tightly that she could hardly breathe. And he was right. She was scared, but she wanted it. She wanted him to do awful, wicked things to her young body. After all the promises she'd made about keeping herself for Dirk, she was weakening.
Warren held her wrists behind her as he kissed her neck over and over again. He was being rough on her this time. He was seducing her inch by inch. And part of it was that damned little costume he'd made her put on. It was a red skirt with white fringe, nothing a girl would ever wear out in public. Underneath it she wore nothing. When she walked, the fringe bounced, exposing the full, rounded contours of her ass, and in front, a wisp or two of blonde pubic hair. For the past few minutes her stepfather had been making her walk back and forth across the room while he took pictures of her. The pictures caught the lace fringe in different positions. She hadn't seen the final results, of course, but she could guess that the finished photos would be absolutely pornographic. Especially since she wore absolutely nothing from the waist up.
"I'm crazy about that adolescent belly of yours," he said. "And your navel. That's the softest, deepest bellybutton I've ever kissed."
His words weakened her as much as anything else. What girl didn't like to be told such things? And as she was told them, Dawn felt Warren's strong fingers kneading her flesh. He reached under the fringe skirt and pushed his finger up into her cunt so suddenly that she cried out and sagged heavily against him. She was standing on tip-toes, squirming her ass around as he pushed his finger as deep in her pussy as he could. Slowly he started fingerfucking her. As his knuckles slid in and out, its slick music made Dawn moan again. Then Warren was gently licking her pink nipple. As his spit leaked down the curve of her tit, she dug her nails into the nape of his neck and growled.
"Oh, damn you! I don't know why I let you do this!"
"It's not just the money. I could talk you into it without offering you a penny. You're lucky I'm a generous kind of guy. And any how, it excites me to pay a girl for favors."
"You must have a thing about whores," Dawn murmured, trying to keep from flipping out completely. Her stepfather sure knew what fingerfucking was all about, she thought.
"No, whores don't turn me on. What turns me on is buying a good girl. Like you."
"I'm beginning to wonder if I'm so good any more."
Warren kissed her wetly until she stood on her tip-toes again. He pulled away to tease her.
"Yeah, you're the eternal virgin. You keep sinning, but it's like the first time every time. That's what's so lovely about you. That's why men will go on making fools of themselves and keep coming back for more."
"Ohhhh, kiss me, Warren! Please, lick my chin, bite my lips!" She groaned when he did what she wanted. She lurched forward and back, rubbing her feverish pussy against his knuckles. His finger felt so wonderful. She was glad that Dirk couldn't see her acting like this.
Warren pulled her hands toward his cock. It was bigger than ever. She squeezed the heavy meat, tickled her nails along his cock's underside, while her stepfather continued to nibble her neck and then her tits. He plunged his finger in and out of her cunt, making sloppy, hot noises.
"I want to fuck you, baby."
"Ohhhh, God! I knew you'd want to put your big thing inside me. And I'm still scared it won't fit."
"Cunts are made for cocks. Even big cocks. If it's a little tight, well, so much the better."
"Oh, Warren, if my mother ever knew I was doing this."
"She'd shoot us both. But she's down at the church praying right now. Isn't this better than listening to some asshole preacher?"
"Yhheesssss," she sighed, fucking her ass around in tight circles as his stabbing finger made her shiver with pleasure.
"Hold tight to my neck."
Dawn clung with both arms around her stepfather's neck as he held her body up. Her belly rubbed his, her pussy plunged against his abdomen. Underneath she could feel him lifting his thick, steely cock so his cockhead touched her dripping cunt. Her cunt was swollen like a ripe peach, the outer surfaces peeled back to expose the glistening, inviting opening. Warren rubbed her pussy with his prick, making sexy sounds as her clasping folds sucked at his throbbing cock. Anxious, Dawn was already wondering how it would feel to fit her cunt over that enormous prick.
"Now, baby, slip down a little. Just a little , ... like that ... yeah!" He caressed the soft lips of her pussy as it stretched out around his cock. She felt the pressure as her pussy spread open to take his cock. She whimpered, and bit Warren's neck, her blonde hair tangled across her face. He rubbed her asshole, pinched her cheeks until she was pumping her hips. The back and forth movement of her pussy against his cock smeared his cock with hot girl juice.
"I think you're ready to really feel a big one!"
"Ohhhh, Warren! This is crazy! You don't even have a rubber."
"Isn't it more fun like that?"
"Yes!" she hissed, baring her teeth from the lust she felt. "It's fun to live dangerously. It's crazy but fun."
"Feel it going in?"
"It's huge! It's stretching me out so wide!"
"Easy, honey, don't squirm too much now. Just concentrate on relaxing."
"You won't let it hurt me," she whimpered, licking her stepfather's neck.
"How could I hurt a lovely little cunt like you?"
"Ohhhh, it's going in!" She tightened her thighs around his waist, afraid that if she let too much of her weight down that monster cock would rip her in two. Her soft, white belly heaved against her stepfather as she moaned with excitement and mashed her mouth against his.
Her cunt muscles stretched out around his prick, slipped over its flared ridge, and popped tight again. As her spasm of fright made her cunt tighten, Warren's face showed the effect.
"Christ!" he breathed. "You've got such fantastic control!"
"I didn't mean to do that," Dawn whined. "My cunt just started squeezing."
"It's still squeezing. Squeezing and relaxing. Like it's milking me! Ohhh, God! That's good, honey, that's unbelievable."
A hot, musky aroma rose from between her legs. She crossed her ankles behind Warren's back as the juices flooded out of her body. Dawn knew that the hot lubrication was dripping down over her stepfather's prick and balls.
"Whhhuuh!" she groaned, daring to wiggle a little with that hot cock stretching her dainty pussy. Her movements made Warren hug her harder. Her nipples poked his chest. She babbled and began to lick his face again.
It was an excitement-charged, almost panicky moment. She knew that as she kept going down his huge prick would do things that would change her young cunt forever. Her cunt muscles were having to make room for a real man's cock. Afterwards her hunger would be more acute, harder to suppress. But the thrills that jolted her every time Warren gave a thrust upward were too much to resist. She sucked his earlobe. She groaned and let her legs flop up and down as Warren pulled her ass down another inch, lunging upward at the same time. The slick sound of hot cock forcing its way into her teenaged body made Dawn's throat gurgle. She curled her fingers into her stepfather's muscled back. He thrust again and again and again.
"Yaaaaahhhhh!" she gasped, twitching and writhing as his stiff prick filled her.
"Ohhhh, honey, you're one fine fuck!"
"Whhhuuuuhh, it's tickling so bad! Like I'll never get it scratched quite right!"
"I'm trying," he grunted, stabbing at her hard now as they reeled around with the almost drunken pleasure that throbbed through them. As Dawn squirmed more violently, her tits were crushed against her stepfather's chest. He kissed her furiously, falling toward the bed at the same time. They sprawled across it, Warren spearing her as they fell. His cock was spurting! Dawn could feel it happening deep inside her. He was spurting cum, and it was all going right into the mouth of her womb!
"Stop! Ohhhh, Warren, stop!" But even as she screamed, her plump ass quivered as she plunged and fucked and ground her clit hard against her stepfather's prick. It felt too good to worry about babies.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" she squealed, bucking with fury.
Dawn almost passed out. When she felt Warren's lips on her tits and then on her belly, she knew where she was and what had happened. He had withdrawn his cock, and she opened her eyes to see the strings of white cum oozing from his cock's tip. She knew that her young cunt was overflowing with the same potent sap.
"What am I going to do?" she cried.
"It's all taken care of," he laughed. "Quite some time ago I took the precaution of getting myself a vasectomy. I just never said anything. It's more fun for the girl to think she's living dangerously." Warren kissed her open mouth. "Don't you think so?"
"I ... well, yes, I guess that's true." She dabbed at the white cream that flecked her blonde cunt hair, and held it to her nose. "You mean all this stuff won't ... it can't-"
"Not a sperm in a gallon," Warren said, watching her. "It would be a little tense around here if I knocked up my stepdaughter. I don't think your mother would quite understand."
Dawn went to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned, Warren was fooling with a camera. He took a shot of her bending over to retrieve her panties.
"I can go to that party out at Dirk's uncle's place then?"
"I guess I did make some kind of stupid agreement, didn't I? Well, Dawn, just don't let any boy do to you what I just-"
"You're a hypocrite," she said, only pretending to be angry. Actually, she was still charged up just thinking how huge his cock had felt throbbing away inside her cunt.
"What's this Dirk got that I ain't got anyway?" Warren asked, putting his big hand on her back as she wiggled into her panties.
"Well, he's not married, for one thing," she snapped back, her eyes dancing. "And a girl my age does think of such things, you know."
"But a girl your age thinks of other things too," he said. He began to kiss her back and then her ass. She tried to squirm away from him. But Warren knew all the right spots, every damned one of them.
"Ohhh, don't! Ohhhhhhh, Warren!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" He sucked her tit roughly and then kissed her belly. A second ago, Dawn hadn't considered that she'd want sex again very soon. But now, as he licked her lower, she could feel her passion-racked body already responding again. She sat heavily in a big easy chair and watched her stepfather lick the edges of her panties and then push his tongue under her crotchband.
"Uhhh," she grunted, grabbing his hair, twisting it with her fingers. "Uhhhhhhh! God d-d-damn!"
She leaned back in the chair as Warren stretched the crotch of her panties to one side and feasted with casual, nuzzling affection on her just-fucked pussy. The exquisite flicking of his tongue built waves of lust in her. Yes, she would come again. It might drive her half insane. But she would come. Her stepfather would see to that.
CHAPTER NINE
Polly thought Dawn looked a little flushed when she arrived with Dirk. Uncle Nat had brought his wife and the new baby home from the hospital, and the celebration was in full swing. Polly was acting as hostess, since Betty was still feeling weak. But the baby was sleeping in the new nursery, and Betty wasn't wasting any time getting back into the swing of things. She rested on a sofa at the end of the room, holding a glass of scotch.
Polly asked Dirk and Dawn what they wanted to drink. Her brother wanted beer. Polly was surprised that Dawn wanted a double shot of scotch with no chaser. The pretty blonde drank it like it was water and asked for another.
"I've asked another friend, too," Nat announced, putting his arms around Dawn and Polly. "He's an old drinking buddy who lives up in the canyon. He's a real character, and I figured he'd liven up things a bit."
Polly noticed how Dawn kept looking at Nat. Of course they'd never met before, or at least not formally. But when Polly saw her uncle return some of Dawn's hot looks, she grew a little disturbed. Dawn was working on that booze with all seriousness now. And though the party seemed to be a pretty small affair, things might get out of hand.
"Hey, you haven't even noticed me," Polly whined, slipping her arm around her uncle's waist. Lonny came in with a beer. He ogled Polly hotly. Nat began to brag to his wife just how much Polly had helped around the place while she'd been in the hospital. Poor Betty, Polly thought. She suspected nothing. But what made Polly feel even stranger was the fact that she hated to think of never seeing her uncle naked again. She wanted to feel him adoring her young, immature body. She wanted to hear him telling her how he liked girls with braces and red hair and small tits. Lonny moved in from the side, and his fingers grazed her ass almost too daringly for the situation. Polly blushed and scolded him with a pinch.
"When are we gonna get to be alone?" Lonny whispered to her. Polly's ass tingled as she remembered the odd sensation she'd experienced when her cousin had sodomized her. As nasty as it had seemed, she wanted to do that again. But she was thinking of fucking normally, too, with her good-looking cousin. She thought of all the incest she was participating in. But she didn't feel any particular shame.
"Maybe I should," she murmured under her breath.
"Should what?" Lonny asked. "Nothing. Just nothing."
Dawn had left Dirk's side and was talking drunkenly to Nat. Polly bit her lip. It was all she could do to keep from pushing the sexy-looking blonde away from him. She felt silly being so jealous. She had no claim on her own uncle, anyway. But it pissed her to see the swell in Nat's pants. Dawn was having a definite effect upon him. Poor Betty was just getting drunk on the sofa and seemed totally unaware of the sexual subterfuge going on in the room.
The doorbell rang, and Uncle Nat went to answer it. Polly liked the looks of the new guest right off. Now she was getting a bit sloshed. She'd tried scotch after Dawn had asked for it. Polly wanted to appear at least as sophisticated as the lusty blonde cheerleader. She leaned against Nat as he introduced her to the man with brown eyes and a craggy, handsome face. Hoyt somebody. But when she glanced behind her, she saw how pale Dawn had suddenly become.
"Hoyt," Polly repeated, flashing her green eyes at the cowboy to see if she could get a rise. "That's a funny name. But I like it."
Hoyt had seen Dawn by now, and he had a strange expression, too. When Nat tried to find Dawn for another introduction, she was already heading through the doorway to the hallway.
"I guess she must feel a little sick," Dirk explained somewhat lamely. "Must've been the scotch."
"Well, you can meet her later, Hoyt," Nat said shrugging. "Come and get yourself a drink. Polly, why don't you. fix Hoyt up while I go see about Dawn."
Polly was upset seeing her uncle disappear down the hall after the full-titted blonde. She had an idea that Nat had planned the scene to get off alone with Dawn. But Hoyt was smiling at her, so she tried to forget about it and be a good hostess.
With his drink in one hand and Polly clutching the other one, Hoyt greeted Betty. It seemed they knew each other well, and Hoyt made her laugh with an old joke or two. After Polly had refreshed her aunt's drink, she pulled Hoyt out onto the back porch.
"Looks like your cousin was a little peeved at me for taking all your attention," the cowboy said. "Sure you two ain't kissing cousins?"
Polly couldn't tell him that they were more than that, even. Her eyes sparkled though, hinting that she wasn't any prude when it came to males. She felt older than her sixteen years. And Hoyt was treating her like she was older, too. He had his hand tight around her small waist, his finger occasionally brushing the outward swell of her ass.
"I hope Dawn is okay," Polly remarked. "She sure looked at you strangely. Do you know why?"
Hoyt shrugged and rattled the ice cubes in his drink. Polly felt that he wasn't telling all he knew. Her fingers entwined his, and she let him feel the softness of her left tit. The cowboy appreciated it enough to give her a very nice kiss on the mouth. By the time they broke it off, Polly was panting.
Her silk dress clung to her long limbs. Hoyt seemed to want to trace every curve of her body to make sure it was all her. The silk dress was almost like having nothing on at all.
"Your uncle has a nice orchard out back. I know 'cause I helped him put it in years ago. You want to walk out there?"
Polly didn't have to say a word. In five minutes they were lost in the trees, beneath the stars twinkling overhead. Polly felt sexy as hell. Maybe it was the scotch she'd had, and the messing around with her uncle the night before, and Lonny's perverse games that morning. When Hoyt caressed her slim body, she moved toward him willingly.
"God, I love a redhead. Redhead's are kind of different. And I'll bet you're just as red and curly between your pretty thighs, aren't you?"
"Just as red," Polly sighed, tightening her arms around Hoyt's middle. He backed her against a tree, and eased up the hem of her dress until her thighs were exposed to the blue-tinted moonlight.
"Ohhh, Hoyt," she sighed, working her boyish ass excitedly as he petted the dampness of her crotch. "Ohhhhh, God, that feels good."
"Ever get it against a big old tree like this?" he whispered, grasping her beneath her hot silk panties. He pushed his finger up into her cunt. She shuddered and bit his shoulder. He fingerfucked her gently until her juices were dripping down his knuckles. Then he yanked her dress up higher and stripped her undies down. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with desire.
"I know your uncle probably wouldn't approve. But at least he'd understand." Hoyt touched her face and kissed her slowly, teasingly. He brushed her lips, tongued her mouth until she was whimpering, begging for more with husky groans. Polly made a tight circle of her lips and let Hoyt fuck her mouth with his tongue. All the while, he stabbed lovingly at her musky young cunt with his finger. At last she was so worked up that she fumbled greedily at his blue jeans. His cock came out stiff and damp.
"Christ, baby, I didn't know I'd get into something so nice when I accepted this invitation."
"Oh, Hoyt! Ohhhhh, Hoyt, darling, fuck me!"
She spread her legs and felt him guide the feverish head of his cock up into her red pussy curls. They were softly brushed aside as he petted her pussy with his blood-swollen cock. Then he held his cock against her ruined cherry and gave a quick little lunge. Her tits jiggled as her pussy took four inches. He jerked again and she took another inch or two. Her cunt closed down hotly on the throbbing chunk of cockmeat. Then they kissed, her juices dripping down the insides of her willowy thighs as Hoyt ground his ass around, working his big prick deeper into her teenaged cunt.
"Guess I better put on a rubber pretty soon," he breathed into her ear.
"It's okay, it's a safe time for me now."
"You are on top of things, ain't you?"
"I ... I guess so. Maybe I just found out something important," Polly sighed, her trim ass plunging, dancing with joy.
"What's that, baby?"
"I like to fuck." She tightened her arms around the tall cowboy. "Ohhhh, Hoyt, fuck me good! Fuck me good and hard!"
They slipped to the ground, her cunt never losing hold of his prick for an instant. She felt nice in the grass. Her bare skin was tickled by leaves and twigs, and then Hoyt was telling her how beautiful she was.
"Baby, you're tight and hot!" Hoyt exclaimed. "I don't know how long I can do this."
"Nuuuhhhnnn," she groaned, flopping back, leaves tangled in her red hair. The moon dazzled her between the tree limbs overhead. She was bucking violently, lurching her hips as she felt the full length of Hoyt's prick expanding in her cunt. She locked down on his prick with all her might, her cunt muscles straining. Her slick, velvety surfaces sucked at his stabbing cock, and she knew that the soft friction must have felt wonderful to Hoyt. He was holding his breath, trying to hold back his orgasm. But she was already coming, her skin flushed and tingling with pleasure. Then her clit exploded and she gave a loud scream that was quickly muffled by Hoyt's mouth. He pushed his tongue between her teeth and crashed his hips against hers. He smashed her ass cheeks down into the grass, and she felt his thick cream squirting out from around the edges of her pussy. Her clit burned, exploded again.
"Yaaahhh, ohhhhh, f-f-fuck!" Hoyt screamed.
* * *
"You okay?" Hoyt whispered, petting her face with his fingertip.
Polly blinked and looked at him in the dim glow of the moon. "Yeah. I was just lost in the dream of it all. Fucking is the bestest, nicest thing in the world. If the guy believes it, too, that is."
Hoyt helped her stand and held her panties in his hand. Polly fluffed her hair and leaned against him. She shook her head slowly.
"No, you keep those for now. I don't want to feel anything on me. I want to remember how it felt with your cock inside me." A hot drip of cum slithered down her thigh, and Polly pressed her legs together to blot it. A sound in the trees ahead made them both stop breathing.
"What the heck was that?" Polly whispered, squinting at the dark shadows ahead. There was another muffled sigh and Hoyt grinned at her.
"Sounds like somebody's got the same idea we had."
"Wait here," Polly hissed, squeezing Hoyt's hand and then slipping away from him. She tip-toed ahead, darting behind trees along the way. Then ahead of her, she saw a flash of something white. A leg. Dawn's leg. It was stretched out, toes pointed. Polly looked harder and saw her other leg. It was just as white, just as stretched out. But the toes on that foot were fanned and curled from excitement. Because between Dawn's soft, full thighs, Polly saw the wildly hunching form of her uncle!
At first, Polly felt the same kind of jealousy she'd experienced back in the living room. But then the pleasant ache between her cuntlips reminded her of the thorough and very nice fuck she just had.
"Ohhhhh, God, Nat!" Dawn whispered, clutching his shirted back. Nat thrust, and his balls bounced against the blonde's firm ass. His cockshaft glistened in the moonlight when he pulled it out to stroke again. Dawn's pussylips seemed to reach after his darkened prick as she tilted her hips toward him. Then, very slowly, Nat gave her what she wanted. Gratefully, Dawn gurgled with love, biting his neck as she received his hard, throbbing cock. She dug at his ass greedily as she humped and plunged.
"I've always liked blondes with big tits!" Nat moaned. Dawn didn't seem to hear him, because she was coming in a frantic tumult of flailing arms and legs.
"Yeeehhhhsss! Ohhhh, yhhheessss!"
Polly tip-toed back through the trees to find Hoyt leaning against the same tree. Before he could say anything, she had his fly open and was working the skin of his cock up and down in her damp, trembling hand.
"Hey, you ain't even dry from the last one, are you?"
"No, but I want it again. Right now." She licked her lips and looked hungrily at the head of his cock.
"Christ, girl!" Hoyt groaned, his prick stiffening. "I'm getting a little old for two humps in less than half an hour."
"No, you're not!" Polly giggled, kissing his prick. She felt his cock thicken as she massaged it more vigorously. "See?"
Then Hoyt pushed her onto her back, and they were wrestling, struggling, kissing wildly as his prick forced her cummy cuntlips apart. With a frenzied wiggle, she skewered herself on his lovely cock. She whimpered with lust as Hoyt feasted on her pubescent tits and fucked with the carnal desires she'd triggered inside him.
"Baby," she sighed, dizzy from the pleasure that pounded through her. "Ohhhh, isn't fucking out of sight?" Hoyt mumbled something. Polly didn't hear and didn't care. She was a clawing, babbling nymph again. And getting fucked was the most important thing on her mind.
