The great English thinker Dr. Samuel Johnson once said, "that he who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man." And there is a great deal of truth to this statement.
Though this great man of letters lived over two hundred years ago, Dr. Johnson would undoubtedly find little changed in the world if he were able to come back from his grave.
Because man is still confronted with the same basic dilemma as he was in the 18th Century: the will of the individual versus the will of society.
It seems strange that man's intelligence has advanced technology to a point that it boggles the mind. And yet the expression of individual needs is as much in conflict today as it was centuries ago. It seems we take a step backward for every step forward. Man is constantly in conflict with himself.
And perhaps that's where the root of the problem lies. Because man, despite all his intellectual pretenses is still a member of the animal kingdom. He is subject to the same emotional responses that other animals are, and this is especially true when it comes to sex.
In the world of nature, there is no such thing as unnatural sex. It is a natural act which is performed because it arouses pleasure in the animal.
Man, however, treats sex in a much different way. As anyone knows there are laws governing sex acts in how it can be performed and with whom it can be performed.
Perhaps this is the point Dr. Johnson was trying to make: that living up. to the artificial rules and regulations that man has imposed upon himself is indeed a very difficult, if not impossible achievement.
Sex, as a contemporary writer said, is an impetuous experience. People have intercourse when their bodies tell them to have intercourse. Now there are very strict laws prohibiting sex within the family unit, just as there are laws making sex between children and adults a punishable crime. But animals, especially the vertebrates do not make this arbitrary distinction. They frequently mate with their children as it is a common and most natural act for them to do.
This book is not about animals, but people. The book examines the family unit and details with realistic clarity the conflicting roles of social law and animal instinct. No commitment is made as to right and wrong. The author explores his subject as an artist and not as critic for or against society. As an artist he views sex as a major component in the lives of a closely knit, somewhat civilized American family. The author's job is to give information down to the smallest important detail so that the reader can arrange these facts and make up his own mind as to the morality of such acts.
CHAPTER ONE
Kathy leaned against the barn wall gasping for air. She knew it was foolish to run from mother. The small farm was miles from the nearest town and offered few hiding places. Mother would find her eventually and beat her with the leather switch that she always carried. Why does she do it? Kathy wondered, trying to fathom the long streak of cruelty in her mother. She likes to beat my body and make me cry and scream. But why?
Kathy didn't understand her mother's darker motives, just as she didn't understand a lot of things.
She felt hot and flushed as her heart fluttered with excitement. Her blood and adrenalin rushed in her head. Closing her eyes, Kathy touched her pulsating neck arteries. They seemed to jump out from the sides of her neck and her ears roared with the sound of her heartbeat. She felt another sensation, a strange burning in her chest. Dropping her fingers inside her blouse, Kathy touched her fleshy tit mounds that had seemed to pop out of her chest overnight. The red nipple ends were hard to the touch. Moving her finger tip back and forth across the areola, Kathy spread the glowing, tingling warmth down to the rising mound of her cunt.
"Oaaaaahhhh!" she moaned flicking her nipple ends faster and faster, "That feels so warm and good." Kathy was developing quickly for a twelve-year-old girl, but she was still too small to outrun or out fight her mother. That bitch! I'll make her pay! I'll punish her someday for hurting me!
Outside the barn, Kathy heard a familiar voice. "You in there?" called Mrs. Bryant, striding up the footpath, accompanied as always by the family German shepherd. Kathy winced, for in her mother's right hand was the leather switch, the one which had made her delicate skin burst into red, ugly bruises. She watched with mounting horror as the massive dog lumbered towards her hiding place. No, no Big Billy, Kathy cried silently, Please! Don't come near me!
The dog, however, was hot on her scent. Kathy watched her mother come closer, flicking the switch in her hand. Fear built up inside her. She felt a tightness between her legs as her pubescent vagina rippled messages of fear and dread along her nerves, leaving tingling trails of gooseflesh on her silky skin.
God! I can't move an inch, she thought. I'm paralyzed right to the floor. Her cunt throbbed and her tits swelled up with each approaching step of her mother. Kathy closed her eyes, trying to make herself disappear from view. Suddenly she felt a stinging pain across her face. "Ouch!" she said, her body very much alive.
"Kathy!" shouted Mrs. Bryant, staring down at her lovely young daughter, her eyes glowing and the whip flicking in her hand. "I warned you."
Moving toward her, Mrs. Bryant couldn't help noticing her daughter's budding young breasts swelling under her white blouse. Kathy was at the awkward stage of adolescence when her body seemed to explode with sudden growth. Christ! I bet her breasts have doubled in size in the last week, she thought. Kathy tugged nervously at her blouse, jutting the nipples out under the fabric. Mrs. Bryant enjoyed seeing her daughter crazy with fear. It made her own breasts tingle as if caressed by invisible hands and a glowing warmth flooded her cunt.
"Now we can't have this kind of behavior, can we," Ethel was telling her daughter. "That is why I punish you, so you will grow up to be a fine young girl." She flicked the whip in her hand and moved her thighs together, her cunt secreting heavily as she readied herself to deliver the punishment.
"You know the procedure," she said. "Remove your blouse."
Kathy hesitated, wondering what to do. "Please mother, it hurts so much."
"Don't act like a coward, dear," Ethel snapped. "This hurts me more than it hurts you."
Choking back her tears, Kathy unbuttoned her tight blouse and pulled it off, exposing her small, half formed breasts to her mother's stern gaze.
Kathy's developing into a young woman, right before my eyes! Mrs. Bryant felt a lump in her throat and she had to force herself from reaching out and fondling the oversized nipples which capped her daughter's tumescent young breasts. Ethel felt a throb in her own breast, looking at her daughter's development. A wave of nausea flooding her sensibilities. Her tits are shaped exactly like my own. She was repulsed by her daughter's inflated measurements, and yet there was no denying her curiosity. Oh this is sick, what I'm doing. But I want to see her cunt! I must! A warm, funny feeling was deep in her belly, a feeling that had nothing to do with maternal pride. Mrs. Bryant was ashamed of her darker desires and found it impossible to drive them out of her mind.
"Now darling, remove your Levi's," she said, her voice trembling lightly. Her own breasts were bulging inside her bra, the nipples straining against the fabric, aching to be touched. Ethel felt excited as she ordered her terrified daughter about. It made her body glow and set off a shower of pleasure sparks deep in her cunt.
"Take off your pants!" she repeated, the switch coming down savagely against her boot. She held the instrument of pain out in front of her, menacing the poor girl as if she were a dog learning a trick.
Kathy had never seen her mother so agitated before. It frightened her. She bit her under lip to hold back the tears, while her shaking fingers found the raised metal buttons of her Levi's. She really hated me. Ob God, I want to stop her. I want to kill her! Kathy was terrified of stripping naked before her mother. Next to her, the girl felt physically small and inadequate; her ripening young body was no match for her mother's jutting, firm breasts and voluptuous hips. She was still sensitive over her development. Perhaps too sensitive.
The jeans, so tight and form fitting, were difficult to pull off. As Kathy tugged at the denim cloth, her mother became impatient. Ethel walked forward, slapped Kathy sharply across the face and, in a sudden fury, ripped the pants down to her feet.
Ethel's steely eyes followed the soft, rolling contours of her daughter's body down to the spreading ripeness of her hips. She found herself staring at the spreading ripeness of her hips. She found herself staring at the thin stretch of panties that concealed Kathy's young cunt, and her mind was inflamed with rage. The little bitch is wet! She's juicing in her panties. Ethel was boiling mad. She raised the switch over her head and brought it down across the fleshy white skin of her daughter's thigh.
"Aaaahhh! Nnnoooo!" screamed Kathy, hiding her face while the flexible wood shaft bit into her flesh. The pain was intense, much worse than it had been in her earlier thrashing. And there was no doubt the whipping strokes would leave ugly red welts the next morning. She'd never felt anything so painful before, and raised her puny arms in a feeble attempt to block her mother's savage blows.
Ethel, however, was not going to beat her again, at least not immediately. She stared at the small, rising mound in her daughter's underwear, and at the widening concentric stain in the front panel. Saliva formed on her lips, and she quickly wiped the drool away with the back of her hand. Kathy was no longer crying and the mother and daughter stared at each other, the only sound coming from the heaving of their lungs.
"Don't ever disobey me!" Ethel screamed, revolted at her daughter whose secreting vagina held her rapt attention. Her eyes glimmered like dark coals and her body writhed. She raised the whip menacingly and with her free hand ripped the scanty panties down around her daughter's knees, her hand brushing against the wetted mound. Almost instantly she drew her hand back, as if a snake had bitten it. She examined closely the tips of her fingers, letting the rich animal smell of her daughter's cunt invade her nostrils.
She's just like me, conceded Ethel, as she stared at the pitiful sight of her naked daughter. She is beautiful and in a few more years her beauty will turn her head, make her fickle and hard to please. They are vain and conceited, the beautiful ones, and they don't give a damn about anyone else.
She smelled her hand, the aroma of budding womanhood spreading through her head, making Ethel feel giddy and lightheaded. She moved her wet finger under her nose, inhaling the fragrance before inserting the finger in her mouth and licking off the cuntjuice.
"I hope this has been a lesson to you, dear," she admonished Kathy. "You know that it is wrong to disobey your mother."
A cold breeze made Kathy shudder, but she dared not reach for her clothes. As she well knew, her mother was very unpredictable and could lash out with sudden violence at any moment. Kathy felt it was best to play along with her mother and not provoke her temper.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Kathy looked up with her most penitent expression. "I'm sorry, Mother, it won't happen again."
Ethel watched her daughter, fighting not to stare at the rise of the girl's twat. No I can't do that! Not my own daughter. She recognized her strong desire to stroke her daughter's cunt again. Hot juice poured from her cunt, wetting her panties. She was revolted and attracted by the thought of fondling her daughter. It was foolish to pretend that Kathy's razor thin cunt slit held no interest for her. And it was equally foolish, she knew, to deny the thing that gave her pleasure.
"All right dear," she said, "I guess you learned your lesson." She dropped her hand between the folds of her daughter's skinny thighs. Juice poured out from Kathy's cunt as Ethel dug her finger tips into the patch of flaxen pubic hair. She felt excited by her conquest and, to her great happiness, the juice from her own cunt had begun wetting her panties. "Oh, yes!" she said, "Oh, yes!"
Kathy squirmed and twisted under her mother's gentle hand strokes. She was naive in many ways for a budding adolescent. Having grown up on a farm with few friends around, Kathy knew little about human sexual desires. Mother must like putting her hand between my legs, she thought. She likes to touch me there!
Kathy reacted to her mother's advances by instinctively thrusting her hips against her hand. And to her surprise, Kathy found her mother's caressing quite pleasant. Her breasts flushed with excitement and her cunt grew hotter and hotter.
Ethel was lost in her own erotic fantasies and it was not until the dog, Big Billie, started barking that Ethel opened her eyes to stare in disbelief upon the figure of humping daughter.
Christ, the girl is jacking off on my hand! Ethel was amazed for her daughter always seemed so remote and cool that she had never thought about her and sex.
At the same time she felt the old pangs of revulsion spread through her body. Aggghhh! What a filthy thing to do, she told herself. I'm masturbating my own daughter. Ethel pulled her finger across her daughter's glistening cunt slit and stepped back. The dog was barking furiously. To her horror, she saw a heavy set man, dressed in a flashy business suit approaching the barn. She watched him approach, still a good fifty yards from the barn, but there was no mistaking the rigid, military walk, nor the thatch of white hair.
Oh, goodness, what a time for him to show up, thought Ethel. Kathy had quit fucking her hand and stood in the open barn door like a store mannequin, her panties and Levi's drooped around her ankles. Then she remembered that Uncle Ted showed up the first Tuesday of every month. Her brother-in-law sold used cars in the city and he liked to get out in the country, he said "to see, what's going on." Ethel turned to her naked daughter who stared up at her with a quizzical, childish look.
"Hurry and get your clothes on, dear," Ethel told her rapidly moving to the open barn door to block Uncle Ted's view. "And behave for once, your Uncle Ted is here."
Kathy watched her mother hurry out of the barn, closing the door behind her. She felt confused and annoyed at her mother for leaving. Kathy did not want the strange sensation between her legs to stop. Her small cunt opening had felt surprisingly good when rubbed by her mother. She felt her vagina tighten and ripple. The sensation sent little messages of lust along her nerves, leaving tingling trails of gooseflesh on her silky flesh.
Kathy had never been so excited before. She felt the excitement run through her body like a cold chill, feeling it even at the small red ends of her tits.
Pulling on her panties and re-buttoning her Levi's, Kathy watched her mother and Uncle Ted walking up to the house. Her Uncle was a friendly enough man, and he always took time to play tag or wrestle with her, whenever he stopped on one of his many visits to the house.
The dog began barking again, and scratched at the barn door. "Quiet, Big Billy," she admonished, pulling on the German shepherd's leather leash. She watched the two grown-ups all the way up the dirt path. Even at a great distance, Kathy thought something strange was happening. Uncle Roy had his arm around her mother's waist, and he seemed to be touching her the way father did. Except daddy wasn't home much anymore.
Kathy knew she'd get another beating if she didn't stay put as her mother had told her. Yet she couldn't resist the temptation of going up to the house and spying. The thought of disobeying her mother made her body tingle and she rubbed the fleshy mound of her cunt. Her nipples tightened and her vulva secreted as Kathy rubbed furiously between her legs, so excited she thought she might burst. Oh yes, I must go! I must see what mother and Uncle Ted are doing!
CHAPTER TWO
The Bryant farm house, with its high ceiling and its spacious rooms was clearly built in another era when wood and labor were very cheap commodities. The kitchen, dining and living rooms, all centered around the entry way where a staircase led to the three bedrooms on the second story. Because it was old and full of mystery, Kathy had fallen in love with the farm house and she learned all its secrets: the creaking floor boards in the living room, the dumb waiter that rose to the master bedroom, and the porch that looked in on the guest room. Kathy spent countless hours learning the last detail, until she could make a complete tour of every room of the house without making a single sound.
Still, she felt her breath catch in her throat as she crept to the kitchen. Looking through the crack in the screen door Kathy saw her mother and Uncle Ted were not inside. Her heart was still pounding when she moved through the dining room, careful not to step on the weak center floor boards, up to the stairway. They were nowhere to be found downstairs. But from above, Kathy heard the deep, muffled voice of her Uncle Ted on the second floor. Kathy stood at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for the sound of their footsteps. When none came, the girl was even more excited because something very unusual was taking place. Maybe they are taking a nap, she thought. But the idea seemed silly to her. Why would Uncle Ted come all the way from the city just to take a nap. It would be just as easy to stay at home.
A strange thought flashed into the little girl's mind. Some months ago, she had crept out of bed just in time to see her parents arguing violently. Hidden from their view, Kathy listened to them scream insults at each other. Then her father quite unexpectedly ripped the blouse from her mother's body. Then he took her in his arms and marched up to the bedroom. Kathy was unsure exactly what took place in the bedroom though she was almost sure it had something to do with sex.
She had been too afraid to ask at the time, but now she wished she had. Her skin now tingled at the thought of spying in.
Is mother having sex with Uncle Ted? It seemed unusual to Kathy that this could be. Even though Kathy was developing into a woman, she was still naive about sex. She had once asked her father, but his description of sex left her more confused than before. Kathy listened harder to the muted voices, trying to figure out from the sounds what was going on in the bedroom. But it was impossible to play detective from the bottom of the stairs. If her curiosity was to be satisfied, it meant she must go upstairs and find out for herself.
Kathy put her hand on the banister for support, and eased up the stairs, taking care to step only on the extreme edge, so the old wood would not creak under her weight. At the top, on the landing, was the door to the master bedroom, and the voices of her mother and Uncle Ted. So close were they, that Kathy felt she could reach out and touch both of them.
"What's that?" Uncle Ted asked suddenly. For a brief moment, Kathy froze up in horror, afraid that they had heard her feet approaching. The blood raced in her veins and the air squeezed against her chest, as if to burst her heart.
"Why you silly thing, Ted" teased Kathy's mother, her voice sharp and clear through the heavy wood door. "That's my switch which I use on all the little girls and little boys that don't do as I say."
"Okay, baby you asked for it," answered Uncle Ted, his voice sounding unusually rapid and tense to Kathy's well trained ear. Quickly she scurried down the hallway and silently opened her door which adjoined her parents'. The girl moved hurriedly, not wanting to miss anything. She slid open the window and stepped on the ancient balcony that ran in front of the bedroom. The wood planking creaked under her weight as she crept to her mother's window. A weathered screen protected the room from insects, but a corner section had rotted through. By lying on her stomach, Kathy had an undisturbed view of the inside.
Though it was still early in the afternoon, Kathy saw her mother lying on the king size bed. Her Uncle Ted was removing his blue shirt as if getting ready to go to sleep.
"I bet you missed me," he said, pulling his shirt clear to expose his hairy chest. Kathy thought of her father's chest, which was very hairy and much bigger than Uncle Ted's. She was amazed at the size of Uncle Ted's nipples. She felt a stirring in her own tits, a rippling sensation as the nipples strained against her blouse.
"Oh, yes, I did. Very much," Kathy's mother purred, her strident voice unusually quiet. "Please come to me, Ted. I've wanted you so very long." Kathy squirmed closer to the window. Her mother was sitting up in bed, unbuttoning her blouse while Uncle Ted watched. Her gentle movements were squeaking the bed springs. With the frilly garment once removed, Kathy could see the deep cupped bra her mother wore over her pendulous tits. It was very similar to the training bra she'd bought at the dime store, thought Kathy, though it was clearly evident her mother needed the bra much more than she did.
Uncle Ted was impatient to get going. "Come on, Ethel, get that bra off," he said. "I want to see those nice, big tits of yours."
"Is that all?" Ethel asked coyly. The bra came loose in her hand, the straps dropping down her front, exposing her milky white tits. "Don't you want to suck my tits," she said, "I want you to, Ted. Suck my tits. I want your mouth all over my tits sucking and eating my tits. Just put your mouth over these big red ends and suck as hard as you can, Ted!"
Kathy watched her uncle position her mother on the bed so that his hand cupped one breast while his mouth came down on the other. The little girl watched with growing fascination as his mouth moved up and down the rigid nipple area, his fleshy lips made soft sucking sounds, like a young calf being fed. A warm glow burned in Kathy's breast. The girl reached into her blouse and felt her own breast. It's hard and tingling, she thought. And it feels so good. She flicked her tight nipples. A shower of sparks erupted through her nervous system. She felt warm and bubbly, her small tits sending wave after wave of glowing pleasure through her chest and down to the white mound of her cunt. That does feel wonderful! she thought. And had her mother not suddenly moaned. Kathy would have returned to her room and experimented with the new pleasure technique of stroking her own titties.
"Oh yes! Yes!" Ethel groaned, "suck, Ted. Suck my big tits!"
Kathy watched her mother squirm on the bed, frantically tugging at her panties. Uncle Ted pulled his mouth away from her mother's tits and yanked off his shoes and pants. Only his baggy underwear remained.
"Oh hurry, Ted," Kathy's mother groaned again. "I can hardly wait. Just feeling your mouth on my tits makes me feel so hot and juicy. Wow! My cunt is hot! Now I want your lips touching me everywhere, lover boy. I want to feel your lips on my hot cunt, your tongue filling my pussy.
Uncle Ted guided Ethel's panties off and reached over her body in a way that made it impossible for Kathy to see what he was doing. Whatever it was, Kathy reasoned, it must be exciting because her mother was groaning again. Suddenly something unexpected happened. Kathy heard a loud ripping noise, following by a gasping sound.
"You ripped my panties," shouted Ethel, as Uncle Ted turned around holding the torn panties in his hand. Then Kathy watched him fold the garment, so the crotch panel faced out, and hold it to his nose, rubbing the panty on his face, sniffing it like a hound dog.
"That's the sickest thing I ever saw," snapped Ethel, "sniffing my underwear like a fucking animal." As she spoke, Uncle Ted moved his hand across her big tits, down her abdomen, to the sprouting, black thatch of cunt hair. Kathy's mother gasped as he rubbed her twat, moving the palms of his hands around the black, hairy mound. Her thighs bucked and to Kathy it appeared that her mother was thoroughly enjoying herself.
"You like the feel of my hands on your tits?" Ted asked. "And you like me to suck and play with your tits and rub your big cunt, don't you?" He rubbed her cunt from stem to stern and Kathy could imagine how good that hand would feel rubbing between her own legs.
"And you want me to suck and lick your cunt," he said, "Like I always do. Say it, damn you. Suck and lick my cunt."
Ethel was going crazy under Ted's probing hand. Her feet had found the edge of the bed and her thighs had arched her back off the mattress. Kathy looked into the arch of her mother's thighs and shuddered at the hair covered cunt which looked back at her, Ethel's naked ass cheeks hung below the cunt, and their heaving mass seemed to flutter together in a continuous rhythm as Uncle Ted continued stroking her pussy with lusty movements.
"Oh yes! God yes, I do," said Ethel. "I love you to suck and lick my cunt. Oh, I want you. Ted. I love the way you stroke and eat me. And I want your cock. I want it as big and fat as possible. Right in my cunt! As hard as possible! Just stick it in!"
Crouching over his squirming mate, Ted pulled off his baggy shorts, exposing his erect cock. Kathy watched her mother, who spread her thighs apart after Uncle Ted's unveiling, and began furiously rubbing her cunt with both palms, humping and thrusting her hips toward his cock. Kathy watched with amazement. As a little girl she had witnessed the mating of their cow with the prize bull of a nearby farm. The mating of the two enormous animals had made her laugh, what with the bull sniffing between the cow's legs, then rearing up on her back. She was fascinated by the animal's cock, if that was the right word for the slippery, red shaft, as it grew from the opening between the bull's flanks. She had watched it grow to the size of a baseball bat before the animals began mating, and she wondered if Uncle Ted's cock had grown the same way. Would Uncle Ted pull her mother over on her hands and knees and fuck his cock into her cunt? It occurred to Kathy that she was envious of Uncle Ted in the way he could make her mother scream and beg like a helpless child, all because of the cock between his legs. She secretly wished for a cock similar to his, so she could punish her mother.
Ted grabbed Ethel's wrists and held her arms securely to the bedside. He felt exhilarated seeing his sister-in-law squirm for his cock and in these cherished moments, he was not a middle-aged man going to fat, but a powerful, sexual being. "You fucking scum bag," he smirked, rubbing the tip of his cock along the inside of her leg, "you'd do anything to feel my prick inside your cunt."
Ethel rolled her head side to side, her tightly closed eyelids holding back tears of joy. "Oh yes, Ted. Please. I haven't had a good fuck in so long. I want it, need it now ... desperately."
Ted chuckled to himself before releasing his grip and bringing the back of his hand sharply across her face. The resounding slap happened in a blur of motion, so fast that Kathy was not sure it had occurred until her mother burst out crying. Then another powerful backhand silenced her.
"You like the rough stuff, don't you?" he yelled. "You'd do anything for my cock?"
Ethel sat up on the bed, batting back the stream of tears. From her vantage point, Kathy could see her mother staring down on the penis which was only a few inches from the swollen lips of her twat. It appeared to flicker inside the "V" of her mother's spread thighs, tensing and jumping.
Ted reached into the "V" and rubbed his hands in his sister-in-law's cunt hair. The hair was wet and sticky from the thickly scented juice that oozed from her labia. He bent over her stretched out body, rubbing the cunt juice around her belly, gradually working his way up to her face.
"You stink like an animal," he said, bringing his hand up to her flared nostrils. "Smell, damn it, smell your stink."
Kathy watched her uncle push his fingers over her mother's nostrils, and then force her to lick them clean. Though Kathy knew she had no right to argue, it seemed her mother was getting pleasure in a very unusual way. But she had an idea. While Uncle Ted continued messaging her mother's pussy, Kathy reached down between her legs and rubbed her own silky cunt hairs, even sticking her finger in the tight cunt lips as she had seen Uncle Ted do. Her mound was surprisingly wet. For a brief instant, Kathy thought she'd urinated in her panties. She rubbed until juice coated her hand, then brought the sticky mess up to her face. Just as Uncle Ted had said, the pungent smell did remind her of something wild and untamed. She licked the tips of her fingers, finding the stuff raw, but not bad tasting. She licked her fingers clean. It was an exhilarating experience for Kathy, smelling and tasting a part of her body of which she knew scarcely a thing. Funny thoughts seemed to jump into conscious mind at random. Do other kids smell like me? Everybody at school says I'm different and maybe I am. I smell like an animal. Maybe I am an animal!
"Oh Ted," groaned her mother, "give it to me. Fuck me now. I'm almost coming. Don't make me wait for it. Fuck me up my cunt."
"Okay baby," said Uncle Ted, pulling her up on her ass cheeks, "This juicy cock is going right into your snatch."
Kathy watched Ted position her mother. He was kneeling on the bed and pulling her mother toward him so her cunt would slide around his cock. Kathy could no longer see her mother's twat or the matted black hair surrounding her pink slash. She saw Uncle Ted dig his fingers into the deep fold of her ass cheeks and in a sudden blurring motion, thrusted his hips forward to meet the hidden "V" of her spread legs.
"Uuuuuggghhhh!" screamed Ethel as the bullet-shaped cock head pierced her pussy lips. Ted pulled her ass cheeks apart until Kathy's mother could feel the pain waves ripple up her asshole, before he bucked his hips again, ramming his prick another two inches into her soft twat.
"Close your eyes, baby," said Uncle Ted. "Here's that good fucking I promised. Start juicing that cunt baby. Here's my cock!"
Kathy stared as Ted thrusted his cock inside her mother. The girl had never seen her look so happy, or so helpless. Her back arched off the mattress and her splayed legs hung helplessly across Ted's thighs. As Ted slammed his cock home, his fat belly roll shook and his ass cheeks rolled in rhythm as he fucked. Kathy knew when the length of Ted's cock was fully inside her mother's pussy. Her hips bucked upward and her ass cheeks made short, hunching strokes.
Ted groaned from the strain of hard,-fucking Ethel. He reached under her thighs and, with a rapid jerking motion, threw Ethel on her back. His cock came out of her dripping cunt with an audible popping sound. But not for long. He reared her thighs straight up toward the ceiling and rammed his blood-gorged prick down her cunt hole. His hips slammed his cock into her gash, working his shaft into the sloppy wetness of her cunt. Her slit had puckered into a red swelling the size of a donut hole, and he had to force his cock deeper into chasm, to feel the flesh walls of her cunt. His nuts throbbed with desire as he fucked, each thrust of his pelvis sending another rush of exquisite pleasure into his prostate.
Ethel was not aware of Ted's physical changes except in the acceleration of his fucking strokes. Her battered twat, mushy and soft from his pounding prick, was producing tingling explosions of pleasure through her sweating body; the first signs of her orgasm. Her nipples tightened into fist-hard knots under the caressing of her fingertips. To Kathy's wondrous eyes, her mother seemed strangely distant, as if in a trance. Kathy realized what was happening, her mother had to be the most, beautiful, exciting sensation that could happen to a woman. And she resented, and hated her for it. She secretly wished that Uncle Ted would pull out his cock again and beat her face. She did not think it was fair that her mother could beat her in the barn, then go into the bedroom and have her breasts and cunt filled with the tingling glow of passion of which she knew very little.
She felt her twat secreting fluid again as she watched a sudden change come into her mother's love making. Instead of long, powerful hip strokes, her mother was suddenly very much alive. Her hips were bouncing up and down as if an electric charge had gone off inside her cunt.
"Yeeeeooowww! Good Jesus! I'm coming, Ted. Oh it's almost here!" she yelled. "Ohhhh! Fuck me good! Fuck me with your big hard cock!" And no doubt she meant it, thought Kathy watching her mother dig her nails into Ted's back and drag them down his skin.
Kathy joined the frantic tempo of their fucking as she stroked her pubic hair, rubbing her fingers deep into her pussy slit, letting juice pour onto her hand. The pressure felt good on her virgin cunt, and by rubbing at a faster pace, she managed to excite her clit. Oh my goodness that feels good! Faster and faster she masturbated her pleasure nub, while inside the bedroom uncle Ted was screaming at the top of his voice: "I'm shooting your cunt full of cum right now!"
Kathy's body seemed to glow the faster she rubbed and her head swirled at a dizzy pace. There was no doubt she loved her body to be touched the way she was touching it. And she could only imagine the indescribable pleasure of a man's hand touching her THERE, or of a cock, hard and fully erect, stuck up deep inside her cunt. She turned her full attention to the bedroom, where Ted was pumping his cum into Ethel. His flabby legs humped and bucked their load, while her mother reared up from the bed, her cunt milking his dick.
"Get off me, you pig!" Ethel said, pushing Ted to the foot of the creaking bed. Kathy looked at Uncle Ted's contented face, his eyes closed tight and his lips shaped into a smile. Between his outstretched legs was his soft cock, the head still sticky with spent cum. She noticed how old Uncle Ted looked, now that their fucking was over with, how the strength had disappeared from his muscles. It was a puzzle to her curious mind, but she knew her mother's cunt had made Uncle Ted look so tired. And if it could work on her Uncle, perhaps it could sap the strength from other men as well. She had to envy her mother for having this power over Uncle Ted, and over her father. The slit between her legs had made them weak and helpless.
Suddenly Ethel stirred in bed and got up to her feet. She took a few steps towards the window and for a minute Kathy thought her mother had spotted her. Her mother's face froze up with fear and she ran to Uncle Ted and grabbed his shoulders.
"Oh Christ, get dressed in a hurry," she said. "Bill's come home early."
Ted's eyes snapped open with fright and he rolled heavily to the bedside, fumbling on the floor for his clothes. Watching from the window, Kathy was also excited as she looked down at the faded blue station wagon in the driveway. I hope daddy hasn't seen me, she thought, cat walking to her own bedroom window. Her chest heaved with excitement, but her head was surprisingly clear. Her course was charted. A whole new world opened up to her. For she had discovered the power and pleasure of sex. She rubbed her cunt again and was relieved to feel the spinny, tingling sensation in her tits. Now all she needed was a man to practice on.
CHAPTER THREE
Bill Bryant climbed slowly out of the battered family station wagon, taking care not to straighten up too quickly. He had wrenched his back while hauling lumber from the mill, and he didn't want to aggravate the injury. There wasn't enough money as it was; he couldn't afford to be out of work.
Driving up to the house, he had noticed his brother's car. He had told Ted a dozen times not to stop by the house when he wasn't around. Growing up together, he knew his brother well and he didn't trust him around Ethel. Despite turning to fat these past few years Ted hadn't lost his desire to fuck every woman he came in contact with. And what seemed most surprising was his brother's amount of success. Salesmen always have a girl stashed away in the towns they frequent while on business. But Ted never had less than two girls, and sometimes three and four.
Bill remembered an incident back in their senior year in high school. They were fishing at the lake and Ted was describing how he liked his women. Their tits had to be so big, he said, their butts so curved and their twats so tight. When Ted turned and asked what he demanded most in his women, Bill, momentarily at a loss for words, said he'd take any girl as long as she was young.
The sudden reply had surprised them both, yet now he realized no answer could have been more truthful. At the age of thirty-three, Bill felt as if his best years were behind him. Every day seemed longer than the last, and all of life's pleasures, including sex, seemed more elusive and less fulfilling.
And while many men claimed to find happiness only in their later years, Bill knew differently. He felt wasted and spent. A burnt-out shell of a man putting in his time, waiting for the end, he thought. He smiled to himself as he approached the front door. He heard the family dog barking down the rutted walkway by the barn. He was old, but not that old.
"Hi, brother Bill," said Ted as he walked in, "how is the lumber business." Ted looked flushed in the face, so red in fact, that Bill wondered if he was still taking his high blood pressure pills.
He mumbled a vague answer and walked into the kitchen to get a drink. Ethel was waiting for him. After exchanging kisses, she fixed up a bourbon and water and handed it to him. She seems pretty nervous, he thought. For an instant a cruel thought flashed in his mind. Ted wouldn't be fucking my wife, for Christ's sake. He could imagine his brother fucking other men's wives, but when it came to Ethel, he had to put his foot down. After all, Ted was his brother.
But there was something unsettling about the house and it took Bill a minute to discover what it was.
"Say, Ethel, where's Kathy?" he asked. Kathy was usually the first one to greet him at the door when he came home.
For a brief instant, Ethel didn't know what to say. In the confused whirl of her thoughts, she had forgotten about her daughter in the barn. Fear clutched at her throat. She could imagine Kathy still standing in the barn, Levi's and panties pulled down around her knees waiting for her father to arrive. She didn't know what her husband's reaction might be if he discovered her in such a condition. Kathy was his pride and joy and he might easily go off his rocker.
Ethel trembled with fear. She had to tell him something and with the damn dog barking his brains out, it was safe to assume that the barn would be one of the first places Bill would look. Besides, she thought, even Kathy was smart enough to pull her clothes back on.
"I think she's playing in the barn, sweetheart," answered Ethel, "I'll go find her."
As she reached for the screen door, Ethel gave a nervous start. For Kathy was walking up the flagstone pathway toward the door, tugging at the front of her Levi's.
"Hi, daddy," she said, rushing past her mother. Ethel watched her daughter leap into her father's arms. They obviously loved each other as it was equally evident that Kathy had no use for her. She watched her bear hug Bill with her legs, and kiss her husband. Whatever their differences, Kathy was beautiful, physically endowed young girl.
Kathy loved to jump into her father's strong, burly arms. When she gripped his neck and pulled him close to her breast, she felt warm and tingly all over. She realized that she loved her father deeply and wanted to stick her hands inside his shirt and make him happy. It seemed only natural to Kathy that her father would enjoy his nipples being caressed, since she enjoyed that sensation herself.
At first, she had not known what was causing the bubbling, alert feeling in her body. But after having her mother feel her tits in the barn, she knew. It suddenly occurred to her that maybe she would enjoy having her father nuzzle her between her thighs.
I might like it very much, she thought remembering how good her mother's hand had felt on her cunt. Kathy buried her nose into the crook of Bill's neck, rubbing and snuggling up against him as she had seen mother and Uncle Ted doing. At the same time, she dropped a hand down to her father's tits and rubbed the ends. She was surprised to find them hard and taut, like her own. What's more, she felt the tightness grow between her legs as the female lubricant washed the rim of her cunt lips.
"Whoa, now, little girl," chuckled Bill, holding Kathy at an arm's length. "Your father's very tired tonight, darling." Actually there was more to it than that.
He felt surprised when Kathy rubbed his tits-so surprised that his cock had leapt to a semi-erect state. His blood was still boiling inside him as the adrenalin shot through his tired nerves, making his body wild with sensations. The hot little kisses next to his ear had been just as unnerving, and he could still feel their moist outline against his skin. For the first time in years, Bill blushed. It seemed embarrassing that the affections of his teenage daughter would make his cock so hard. At the same time, the idea made his blood race in such a way that he did not want to think about his young daughter anymore. Or look at her tit mounds jutting through her blouse. It seemed incomprehensible that a mature, levelheaded adult could have sexual desires for his daughter. Yet something had ignited sparks between them, as the cock bulge pants embarrassingly proved.
I must be going out of my mind to think such crazy ideas, he thought. Get a grip on yourself, Bill boy.
Kathy had her own opinions about her father. Deep inside, a small voice told her about the wonderful joys of this feeling called sex. The knowledge that she was pure and innocent did not bother her, though she did wish she had more experience. As it was, her knowledge extended no further than the few minutes she had spent outside the bedroom window watching Uncle Ted fuck her mother. But she was going to learn everything she could about sex. And if she could make father happy, and from the bulge in his pants she suspected she could, well, in her eyes there was nothing wrong.
"Kathy why don't you take a nap before dinner," suggested Mrs. Bryant. Normally, Kathy would object, but this time she offered no resistance, having better things to do once upstairs.
"Okay, Mom," she said.
"And we'll call you," said Ethel, going to the kitchen cabinet and pouring herself a drink. "And don't worry about Big Billie. I'll go out and get him."
When Kathy was safely upstairs, she went into her bedroom and locked the door. Outside, in the evening's stillness, the stars were twinkling and the wind whipped in even, gentle gusts. A beautiful night, thought Kathy. But what she had in mind was even more beautiful.
Closing the Venetian blind, Kathy carefully undressed herself in front of the full length mirror attached to her closet door. At the sight of her handsome pubescent tits, Kathy sighed. She stared intently into the mirror, watching the goose pimples crawl over her milky white skin. She placed her hands on her breasts and stroked the tight nipples points, rubbing them faster and faster until her cunt flushed with the glowing warmth. She shuddered with sexual excitement. A wild, burning sensation glowed deep in her belly and strong smelling cunt juice seeped from her gash.
"Ooooohhh! My God yes!" she said stroking her tits faster and faster. How wonderful it felt to rub and caress her tits. And how wonderful it might be to have someone like Uncle Ted suck and lick her breasts. Yes, she thought, I would like my tits sucked and licked. That would really be exciting.
In her fantasies, Kathy saw a procession of young men all waiting to mount her body in the way she had watched Uncle Ted rise above her mother, and forcibly come down on her willing flesh.
Kathy was very good at daydreaming. Each of the men would have erect penises, with swollen red tips just like the ends of her breasts. Only instead of thrusting against her tits, these powerfully built studs would be hammering at the virgin lips of her cunt. She would kiss and fondle their sex organs. And they in turn would kneel between her flaming loins and push their penises deep into her cunt.
"Ohhhh yes! Just stick to me as hard as possible," Kathy blurted out loud, embarrassed at repeating the words she'd heard her mother say. But it was futile to deny her inner feelings. She did, after all, want a cock between her legs. Oh, yes, she thought, a big, thick penis throbbing in my cunt hole.
That is what she wanted. But as her mind was being bombarded by extremely powerful thoughts, Kathy realized that wishing for a penis right at that-moment was foolish and out of the question. What she needed was satisfaction immediately, such as she had experienced in the barn with her mother.
She stared into the mirror again, this time at her thatch of moist cunt hair. It seemed to stick out more, after the passion was flowing in her and the prickly heat was throbbing in her cunt. She squatted, down spreading her cunt lips just far enough so the pink skin of her gash was showing. Kathy rubbed at her hairy mound, letting her fingers slide inside part way. It felt very good, she thought. But rubbing the cunt lips only increased her desire to feel a penis inside her belly. Harder and harder she rubbed her twat.
Abruptly she changed hands, licking and sucking her own juice as her spit-slick fingers dug into her steaming cunt. A knot of frenzied excitement built up inside her until she found her hands caressing her slit automatically as if she no longer had mental control of them.
"Ohhhh ... oh, fuck me!" she moaned as her hands moved up and down her tortured slit. The juice was really spilling out of her groove into her hands. The taste of her own cunt juice drove Kathy into greater waves of ecstasy. Her hands moved in circles until her fingers brushed against her blood-gorged clitoris.
"Aaaaahhhhh! So good!" she screamed, flicking her willing clit again and again, setting off the shower of sparks along her nerve ends. .
It was all pleasure after that. She writhed and rubbed, sucked and groaned, oblivious to the sounds of her own voice screaming out as pleasure waves rolled over her body. Higher and higher she went until she gasped out loud, her cunt thrusting out suddenly as her first orgasm swept over her. The room spun all around her as her body twitched and jerked. She groaned and whinnied in excitement, her fingers digging into her gash at the peak of her climax. Her hips bucked wildly, fucking her straightened fingers as if her cunt were milking a thrusting cock. She had never felt anything so beautiful before in her whole thirteen years. And what really excited her was the fact that she could feel this kind of excitement over and over again. Anytime she wanted to.
After falling back on the floor, Kathy became aware of a new sound. It was a frantic knocking at her locked door.
"Good God, dear," said her father. "Tell me you're all right or I'm knocking the door down."
"I'm here, daddy," she hurriedly answered. She looked in the mirror and let out a gasp. What would father say if he broke in and discovered her squatting naked on the floor with her fingers stuck up her cunt.
"I don't want to disturb you, dear," her father said through the locked door. "You were screaming so loud."
"A nightmare, daddy," she replied. "I'll be right down for dinner."
A strained atmosphere hung over the evening meal. Bill ate the overcooked pot roast and mushy green peas without enjoyment. Rarely did he look up at Ethel who sat next to him trying to convince her stomach that she was hungry. It didn't work.
Only Kathy seemed to have any appetite. She attacked her portion of beef with lusty enthusiasm. While her folks stared down at their plates, lost in their own little worlds, Kathy served herself a generous second helping, and then a third, before pushing her plate away and leaning back in the high backed chair.
It was impossible to overlook the lack of conversation at the table and the moodiness of her parents. They acted like strangers all pushed together at a bus stop and afraid or unwilling to stroke up a conversation. It seemed very unusual to her. Kathy wondered if the incidents in the bar and with Uncle Ted had something to do with it. She noticed, for example, that Ted had left early, not staying for dinner as he usually did.
But Kathy had wholesome thoughts of her own, as her budding sex drive began to make itself known. She felt an itching sensation welling up inside the opening of her cunt lips. The pink flesh of her gash had been sensitive to her finger touch. The puckered mouth of her cunt seemed to pulsate, the passion fire growing stronger and stronger inside her pussy lips.
Kathy was suddenly excited all over again. She squirmed in the high backed chair, then, out of curiosity, stared evenly at her father's crotch. The bulge was gone from the front of his trousers, a fact which left Kathy feeling unhappy. She was hoping that father might make love to mother so she could sneak down and watch his cock slamming into Mamma's cunt. Yes, that is what she wanted all right. To look at his cock.
"Mommy, I'm going to bed," Kathy said.
"But you just had a nap, dear," Mrs. Bryant replied coolly. "It's not good to sleep so much."
Bill looked up from his plate. "There's nothing wrong with sleeping," he said. "It's good for a growing girl."
Kathy yawned and stretched. She knew that mother would give in rather than start a squabble with daddy. "Please mommy?" she asked.
"All right, dear," Ethel replied, rising to clear the dishes from the table. "If your father says so."
"Oh, gee. Thank you, thank you," she said. Kathy hugged her mother good night and jumped in her father's lap. Planting a watery kiss on his neck, she put her hands on his tits and with great happiness, felt the nipples rise under his shirt. "Good night, daddy," she said. Kathy broke from his grasp and bounded up the stairs, ostensibly on her way to bed. And, let anyone missed the point, she yelled from the landing, "Goodnight" and quickly disappeared into her bedroom.
Bill actually, would have preferred to have Kathy stay in the living room a little while longer. Despite their age differences, and the fact that he was her father, Bill found it easy to talk over his problems with her. Kathy at least was much more responsive than his wife.
"Television, dear," said Ethel from the kitchen. It was the normal routine to snap on the TV following dinner and hunker down in the soft back chairs and mindlessly watch the network programs, regardless how dull or inane they were.
"What the fuck," he said, picking up the television program and looking through the evening's offering. "How does 'All In The Family' sound?"
Mrs. Bryant pulled the apron from her waist and joined her husband in front of the television. "If you like," she said.
She smiled at Bill and then settled back to watch Archie Bunker go through the same old tirade against sex and government. The shows made her laugh, but she rarely could remember anything afterwards. For inside her mind another program was beginning to play, and it was like nothing TV had ever broadcast. She was mentally reliving those glorious events earlier in the afternoon when Ted's gleaming cock was pounding her wet pussy!
The image was as vivid as life. She felt the huge expanse of her brother-in-law's body pinning her to the bed, and the searing pain as Ted pushed her thighs apart. She loved having her pussy pushed and probed by Ted's rock-hard cock. The thick shaft made her almost scream with joy as the cock head invaded the sucking mouth of her cunt. There was no doubt in her mind how much she loved his cock or how excited she became when he lunged it inside her mouth or twat. Every stabbing thrust made Ethel hump and quiver with excitement. She missed his lovemaking all right. She wanted to wrap her pussy lips around his penis loaf and milk the bulging head with long pumping strokes until his sperm load washed over her thirsty gash.
Bill was also lost in his own world of dreams. Having become bored with "All In The Family", he had flipped channels to an old movie starring Errol Flynn. Watching the famous actor dashing about, women falling all over his feet, made Bill jealous, if not envious. He was a man after all, what was it that held him back?
"Are you watching the movie?" he asked his wife. It was a silly question, for Ethel's eyes were closed and her legs were balled up tightly. He noticed that both her hands had disappeared into the dark V of her crotch.
"How about a stag film?" he asked.
"What did you say, Bill?" she said bolting up in her chair.
Bill's face broke into a smile. At least, his wife wasn't deaf. And she knew very well what he meant.
"An X-rated movie," he continued. "One with lots of fucking and sucking. It would be a lot more interesting than the junk they show now."
"For crying out loud, Bill."
"It would be a real hit. Something for the whole family. We could give Kathy a lesson in sex education!"
"That's enough!" said Mrs. Bryant. "We don't have to drag the name of our daughter into this pointless conversation."
But there was no stopping, Bill. The faint outline of an idea glowed in his troubled mind. He couldn't quite grasp it yet, but it spurred the burning coals of imagination, hidden within his sub-conscious.
He stood up on his knees and faced his wife. All Ethel wore was the tight fitting slacks and the see-through blouse which revealed her ample breasts. His cock was coming to life, and for the first time in several weeks, he felt the urge to physically take her.
"What's wrong, sweetheart, with sex education?"
"Why nothing, dear," she answered coolly. "Now let's drop it, before we wake up your daughter "
He felt anger rising along with his passion. His wife had learned all the subtle ways to turn him off in their fourteen years of marriage. But this one time he was not going to be deterred.
"I'm not going to toy with you," he began, moving off the chair in her direction. "It's time we acted like husband and wife!"
Ethel hesitated. As much as her cunt screamed for satisfaction, she felt unsure about her husband. She could still feel Ted's hard prick rubbing the inside of her cunt. And somehow, to her twisted way of thinking, it was not right to fuck two men from the same family so close together, even though one of them was her husband. Her head was spinning madly as she tried to fight the wanton demands put up by her sweating cunt.
"Please, dear, not tonight," she said. "I just don't feel in the mood."
Bill looked at his wife, recognized the uncertainty in her eyes and the hesitation in her voice. He smiled broadly for it was obvious that his wife was not opposed to some hard love-making. Like most normal, healthy females, once the penis was rammed deep into cunt, they didn't mind who was sticking the meat in. Just so long as the cock was slammed home hot and heavy.
"Baby, you're going to satisfy me right this instant," Bill snapped. He slipped his shirt off and dropped his pants. Then slowly he rolled down his underwear brief until his swollen cock leapt.
Ethel gasped at the sight of his flickering cock. It heaved, and jumped out at her like a serpent.
"Oh dear God," she gasped. She could not remember seeing Bill's cock so big and hard, and just imagining his cock surging through her belly, made her cunt flutter.
"Are you going to take your clothes off," he asked, "or am I going to strip you." When Ethel didn't answer he reached out and ripped the flimsy blouse from her chest. The loud, tearing sound of cloth giving way under his hand only increased Bill's explosive lust. Roughly, he pulled her to him and raised a goose-pimpled breast up to his mouth.
"I'm gonna suck your big tits, baby, until you wet those tight panties of yours."
Ethel was gasping and groaning and tossing her head from side to side as Bill brought his lips around the frenzied nipple end of her tit. She could feel his sucking all the way to the inner depths of her cunt. Every lick of his tongue made her nipples contract harder and harder. And switching from one breast to another only burned the passion fires of her loins.
"Hhhhmmmm!" she groaned. "You can suck my tits anytime. Yeah, you suck my big tits like only you know how to suck. Lick and suck Oooohhhhh! Yesssss!"
Upstairs in her bedroom, Kathy knew something wonderful was happening. She had been prepared to climb out the window and watch another round of lovemaking from the balcony. But the gentle supplications of her mother and the distinctive sound of tearing cloth meant only one thing to her.
Unlocking the door, Kathy crept to the landing. Below she heard the familiar sounds of her mother moaning and groaning. She lowered herself carefully down the stairs until there was enough room between the banister poles to see the kitchen.
What she saw made Kathy terribly excited. Her father had stripped off his clothes, and his cock stood out fully erect exactly like Uncle Ted's. However, her mother was not lying down as she had done before. Instead, she kneeled in front of her father so that his cock tip was only inches from her mouth.
Kathy clenched her teeth, fighting back a gasp of delight. Mother's going to take him in her mouth, she thought excitedly. It never occurred to her to stick the penis in her mouth, though she saw no reason not to. It might taste very good for all she knew. Certainly mother, from the way she screamed and begged, thought it did.
"Kiss my cock!" demanded Bill waving the shaft in front of his wife's face. Ethel hesitated only an instant: then she positioned the shaft in the center of her mouth and let it slide neatly between her puckered lips.
"Ohhhh! Goooodddd!" groaned her father. Then Kathy watched him do a strange thing to her mother. Dropping his hands, Bill held his wife's head out in front of him like a ripe melon. Then he pulled her face up and down on his cock while bucking his hips. Kathy watched her father greedily slip his penis in and out of her mother's drooling mouth, and wondered what it would feel like having her father's dick fuck her face. I bettcha his cum would taste real good, she thought. He certainly must be enjoying himself.
Bill could not remember fucking harder than at this moment. Ethel's mouth was.-filled with saliva, and the spit sloshed around his humping dick, bathing the skin with warm lubricant. Ethel's mouth clutched at his prick with every thrust.
Faster and faster he plunged his meat into her warm, sucking mouth. He fucked so hard the muscles of his thighs flopped against her inflated cheeks and only his fierce determination stopped the salty, hot load of cum from jetting down the deepest recesses of her willing mouth.
"Wheewwww!" he said, pulling out at the last possible moment. Waving his blood gorged dick in front of her face, Bill noticed the change in her face. His wife's eyes stared vacantly at the cock tip while her lips seemed to tremble uncontrollably. With sudden enthusiasm, Bill elevated his prick so the spit-glistening cockhead touched his wife's flared nostrils.
"Smell my cock, honey," he commanded, running the shaft back and forth under her nose. "Doesn't my dick smell good?" Ethel gasped as his cock tip invaded her nostrils. But that didn't stop her from pushing the cock tip against her face and snorting on the end as if inhaling snuff.
Kathy was so excited that she almost fell down the stairs. The house reeked of raw body odors and she could smell the pungent fragrance of his cock. It sent shivers through her tit mounds and made her want to masturbate her cunt again. Yet she had to stay and watch her daddy's cock slipping into her mother's snatch.
Feeling the thrust of the thick penis against her nose, suddenly brought Ethel out of her trance-like state. She sucked in her breath raggedly, quivering from head to toe, as the ripe odor of his cock stroked the passion fires of her twat. The whole room spun wildly. She clenched her hands into tight fists and stared at the penis-spear which thrusted up before her eyes. She squatted down and rubbed the pubic triangle between her legs.
Bill looked at his wife with contempt. "An animal ... you fuck crazy animal," he said. "Well, let's see how wild you really are."
Pulling his wife up by the arms pits, Bill moved out to the center of the floor. "If you're an animal, let's see you fuck like one," he said. He pulled her legs apart and straightened her arms so Ethel rested on all fours. Rising up behind her, Bill pushed the cock head between her thighs and into the parted lips of her cunt.
"AAAAAIIIIeeee! That's goooood!" she gasped, feeling the hard pushing strokes of his cock as Bill humped her donkey style. "I'm your animal, lover boy. Don't stop, hear me! Don't stop!"
Bill had no intention of quitting now. He felt the cunt juice ooze down her butt cheeks onto his thighs as he filled her weeping gash with thrusting cock. Her womanhood smelled bold and wild to his senses and her cunt-smell only heightened her desirability. Normally Bill loved to lower his face between her parted ass cheeks and lick the pungent drool from her fleshy twat. But he was much too hot to do any licking. His cock was so hot from fucking her twat that, in his wild emotional state, he feared the foreskin might split open like an overcooked hot dog. More than anything else, Bill wanted to pound away at Ethel's cunt until his cock muscles pulled open and the hot cum rushed to her cunt.
Kathy watched her father pull back slowly then ram home again really hard and fast. Her mother was screaming, "Hurrryyyy! God, yes I'm cummming. Cummmming!" Then there was an eerie sound; of penis plunging into cunt and flesh slapping against flesh. Kathy was exhilarated by the wild fucking. She'd never seen anything so exciting. Her own twat was awash with passion and Kathy was suddenly aware of the fetid, jungle smells of her own cunt.
At the same time, her mother was fucking up a storm on the living room rug. "Fuck me! Fucccck me! ... I need it ... want it," Ethel begged, pumping her butt furiously up and down on her husband's love stick. "Gotta cum! Gotta cumm. CUMMMMIIINNNGGG! CUUUUMMMM!"
Bill was bucking, his nuts aching with hot jism. His cock thrusted again and again into the mushy lips of her juicing cunt. He thought he might never climax, so extreme was the throbbing pain in his cock head.
"Please, please," he begged pushing his stick still deeper into her weeping gash. "I want to cum. Have to ... Need to ... right this second!"
And as if granting a wish to himself, the sticky sweet juice spurted to the head of his cock. At the same time, Ethel's cunt lips stiffened around Bill's plunging Penis as she began her climax.
"Coming!" she shouted, bucking and twisting around the trapped invader. "Coming so hard! Fucking so hard! AAAAIIIIiiiieee! CUMMMMMMIIINNNGGG! FUCKKKKKKIIINNNGGG!"
Bill ripped his cock from her cunt hole with sudden fury then rammed it home really hard, breaking the last bit of resistance and shooting sticky, wet juice deep into the tortured walls of her cunt.
Kathy watched as her father thrusted again and again into her mother's gash. She noticed how her mother raised up her butt cheeks so she could milk his prick-spear as it shot juice into her cunt. It seemed to her almost impossible that her daddy's nut sack could hold so much cum juice, as her father ejaculated again and again. She wondered if her twat was large enough to accommodate as much juice. Or, for that matter, if her cunt was strong enough to absorb such a prolonged fucking.
She didn't kid herself. It might conceivably hurt the first few times. At least until the cunt lips were mushy enough to accommodate a big cock like her father's. But painful or not, Kathy knew she had to have a cock reaching up inside her cunt soon. Very soon.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Nice day to sell cuts," said Ted Bryant, fastening the collar button of his shirt. Size eighteen or not, the fit was very tight around his bulging neck; his face ballooned from the constriction and he promised himself to buy extra extra large shirts next time.
Ethel sat on the bed buttoning up the blouse he had not so long ago torn from her chest. Though his nuts still ached from their torrid bout of intercourse, Ted still felt desire course through his immense body as he spotted Ethel's rigid nipples poking through the frilly fabric. Every man had his weakness and for Uncle Ted it was breasts. He realized this obsession of his after having made loved to hundreds and hundreds of women. He loved and adored breasts of all shapes and sizes. And perhaps that was the reason he kept returning to his brother's ramshackle farm house and fucking his strikingly handsome wife. She had the best set of tits he'd seen in years.
"Too bad you have to go," Ethel said. "But Bill has been impossible for the last two weeks. He's not talking much and he's acting crazy. Between you and me, I think your brother has gone off his rocker."
"Bill was always the lone wolf," said Ted. Actually he hated to admit how astute Ethel's analysis was. Though only a doctor could decide on his brother's mental health, Ted thought his brother was always a strange person.
"Well, are you going to stay for dinner?" asked Ethel, her eyes hinting at dark, sensual pleasures which awaited him if he did.
"Ethel, you know there's nothing I'd rather do than stay here on the farm with you," said Ted. He put his hand on her shoulder and felt her skin grow tense. Actually he would have enjoyed spending the evening with Ethel. They would take their clothes off and spend most of the night fucking from one orgasm into the next.
"I've got business to attend to," he sighed, throwing his hands up in a sign of hopelessness. "But I'll be back next week."
"Well, so will your brother," she snapped. She hated being stuck out on the farm all alone, except for her teenage daughter. Her life was a miserable lot, she thought, and with Bill gone on a business trip and Ted leaving for at least a week, it wasn't getting any better.
"Aw, forget it. I'm acting stupid again. Just make sure you come by next week or I'll be jumping out of my skin," she said.
"I'll do just that," said Ted kissing Ethel goodbye. He felt her tongue creep into his mouth and his cock went hard.
"Okay, Ethel, I'll be back," he said. He walked to the parked car and started it up. How he loved Ethel all hot and feverish for sex. She was good that way, he thought. He started up the car and pulled out into dirt-rutted road. Gripping the steering wheel, Ted eased back in the softly cushioned seat and watched as the undulating farm land gave way to the sparse patches of trees and forest. Quite unexpectedly, the car hit a slight rise in the road; the front wheels momentarily left the dirt road, and when they came down again, Ted was looking straight on at the figure of a hitch hiker standing squarely in the middle of the road.
"Kathy!" he screamed, slamming on the brakes. The car drifted sideways several yards before coming around to a dead stop only a few feet from Ethel's only child.
"Jesus Christ, girl," he said still shaking from the near accident. "Don't ever do that again." His breath came in short, painful gasps. He realized that his collar button had popped loose, freeing the fat rolls of his neck.
He also noticed that his niece did not appear upset. In fact, Kathy was very calm and collected for a girl nearly run over by an automobile. He had never paid much attention to Kathy, but now, close up, he saw she had inherited her mother's sensual beauty. The friendly eyes, the long, blonde hair, the curve of her petulant mouth all belonged to Ethel. And something else too, though in his nervous state it took him awhile to figure it out. Her breasts, he thought at last, of course, the finely curved tit mounds that he had so long admired. And like the sensual woman he had just left, Kathy wore no bra. Quite suddenly, Uncle Ted was excited all over again.
He could not believe how well developed his thirteen-year-old niece was. Christ, where did those tits come from, he thought.
"Quit staring at me that way," Kathy said.
"I beg your pardon, Kathy," he said, trying to hide his embarrassment. He was amazed that a girl so young would notice his wandering eyes.
"Uncle Ted, would you do me a big favor and take me to the store?" Kathy asked, tugging at her frilly blouse so the hard nipples stuck through.
Ted did not miss the tantalizing sight, but he was careful not to show his delight to his niece. "I'll be happy to, dear," he said, "though we'll have to hurry."
Kathy jumped into the front seat next to Ted and they drove off down the road. Actually, it can do no harm thought Ted, to help Kathy out. After all, she is my niece.
"Where are you going?" asked Kathy.
"Why Gibbsville, dear," answered Ted, his eyes glued to the deep ruts in the road.
"Good, because that's where I'm headed."
Something clicked in the back of Ted's mind. "What? There's a store up here at the turn off," he said surprised. He turned to Kathy and saw her staring at him, her eyes showing a depth of understanding that he had never seen in a girl so young. I must be crazy, he thought. First, she flags me down, then she flashes her nice tits at me and now she wants me to drive to Gibbsville. If it were not his niece, there could be no mistaking those incidents as signs of a girl wanting sex. But my niece, thought Ted, why, that's impossible! Still, there was no denying her sexy effect on him, he thought, as his cock jumped and flickered around in his pants. Just looking at her gave him some wild, crazy ideas. But with his thirteen-year-old niece?
Once the car was moving, Kathy wasted no time getting around to her favorite subject-sex. She realized that it was only a few short minutes to Gibbsville and she had to act fast if her plan was to work.
"Uncle Ted, I wonder if you could help me with a school problem," began Kathy. "We have a sex education class, and I don't understand all the big words the instructor uses."
Ted moved uneasily. "I can be of some help, Kathy," he said. "Sex education is one subject I'm very out-spoken on. I believe that teachers should use common, everyday words when teaching sex so students like yourself understand clearly and aren't confused."
"Like the words 'cunt' and 'fuck', Uncle Ted?" she said.
Ted felt his stomach tighten and his cock bulge against his leg. What is this girl trying to do? he thought.
"Yes, those are some of the words I'm referring to, though, frankly, I'm surprised that a thirteen-year-old girl would know them."
"Oh yeah, I know those words, and lots more," Kathy said. "But I was curious Uncle Ted. Is it more fun for a guy to cum in a girl's mouth or in her cunt."
Ted felt himself being cornered by the girl's questions. She obviously wanted more from him than the answers to some silly sex education problem.
"Well, that depends, Kathy. But why don't we discuss something else," he suggested.
"Because sex interests me, Uncle Ted," persisted Kathy. And it interests you, doesn't it. Look at the size of your cock, Uncle Ted, it's sc big and thick."
"KATHY!"
But it was too late to stop her from jamming her hand down the front of Ted's pants and grabbing the cock shaft sticking through his underwear panel slit. Kathy knew the road to Gibbsville and had timed her move for the hairpin turn just outside the town. It took both hands to steer safely through the hairpin. Uncle Ted didn't have a chance to prevent her from grabbing his genitals.
"Oh, this is how mother strokes and jerks your cock, Uncle Ted, and you feel so big and hard in my hand." She handled his cock hesitantly at first, since she had never held a penis in her hand before. It was a strange experience and very new. The shaft was very hard, but the surrounding skin was soft and moved easily as she jerked his cock. By pulling her hand up and down, Kathy felt the cock shaft jump and twitch around. She moved her hand quickly to the bulging cock head and was ecstatic to feel the smooth knob pulsating against her skin.
"Goddamn, you've been spying on me," Ted said angrily. "And get your hands off my cock!"
"I will not," Kathy snapped back." And don't shout. Father will kill you if I tell him you've been fucking ma. And if he doesn't the law will get you for committing incest."
Ted was furious with his niece and felt like pulling her across his knee and spanking her ass. He didn't like being spied on, especially when it came to his sex life. Unfortunately, Kathy was very close to the truth. His brother was not the type to tolerate his wife's adultery and he knew very well how violent his brother could be. On the legality of his deed, he wasn't too sure and he didn't want to find out.
"You're wrong about your mother and me," he protested. "But I can see you're very upset about something that obviously means a great deal to you. Now what do you want?"
"I want to learn all about sex, Uncle Ted. And I want you to teach me," she said.
"Impossible!" snapped Ted. "You have a very disturbed mind, my dear. And what's more, having sexual relations with a girl as young as you not only runs against everything I believe in, but is very illegal."
Kathy, however, had different ideas. "Oh, no, Uncle Ted it isn't, besides, nobody will find out. There's a motel just before the main part of town. Just say you're a salesman traveling with your daughter and that you want to take a nap for a few hours before returning to the city."
Ted realized how sound her idea was. Many times he had checked into motel rooms just to shower and change clothes before meeting a client. Most managers were well aware of this. Besides, he was used to hotels and motels. As long as the bill was paid, a clerk could care less about what went on in the room. For the first time since leaving his brother's farm house, Ted's face broke out into a smile.
"And these terrible lies about your mother and mc," he said.
Kathy felt Ted's cock surge violently in her hand. "It's awful," she said, gently hand-jobbing his tool. "I guess I was just seeing things."
CHAPTER FIVE
Randy Jones liked working at the Vista Hotel even more than working on his car at the high school. At the motel he could mingle with people of all different backgrounds, and occupations. He sized up everyone who checked into the motel for a room, rating them as to their importance and reason for being in Gibbsville.
The heavy set man leaning over the desk seemed, at least to Randy, to radiate an aurora of quiet dignity and inner strength. Even though his fly was unzipped and his collar button unsnapped, Randy knew not to take man lightly.
"I've got a meeting in four hours," the man instructed him. "And I want to clean up and take a nap. No calls and no interruptions, okay."
"Yes Sir," snapped Randy, taking the registration card from the man's out-stretched hand. A fifty dollar bill was tucked underneath the card.
"That's for the room and the rest is your tip," he said gruffly, walking out to the car.
For a moment Randy felt every muscle in his body freeze up as he gripped the bill in his hand. "Jesus," he whispered, "I'm rich."
Kathy felt ecstatic with her new arrangement and could barely suppress the desire to kick off her clothes and get into bed. Giving her Uncle Ted that hand-job had already gotten her pretty worked up in the cunt department. And Ted also was feeling good. She noticed, for example, that his hard-on was still intact, the cock head still pushing a bulge out in his trousers.
Though fucking was still an untried experience, Kathy knew a great deal about arousing a man's desires after watching her mother and Ted going at it. She unbuttoned her blouse front and slipped out of the garment so her firm breasts could hang free.
"That's fine for now," said Uncle Ted, locking the door. "But don't touch your Levi's just yet."
It seemed like an odd request, but she was a virgin after ail and lovemaking was a new and different experience. She waited expectantly while Uncle Ted approached the bed.
"Now you must do everything I say, sweetheart, if you want our first love session to be a success. Now lovemaking is a natural act, but it takes a little getting used to. And you have to work up to it, 'f you want an orgasm."
"Yes, I do," she insisted.
"If I stick my cock into your cunt right off the bat, it's going to hurt. So first we'll start with your breasts. As you know, they're big, firm breasts and with my lips on the nipple ends, you feel hot and sweaty. After your tits are all excited, we go into some cocksucking."
"Oh yes, Ted, I'd like to do some cock sucking. Feeling your hard-on in my mouth, must be as good as fucking."
"Well, not exactly, sweetheart. My cock is big and juicy and you'll see exactly how exciting cocksucking can be. When I thrust in and out of your mouth, baby, that sweet cunt button of yours will gush with cum juice and you'll go through the roof. But fucking will drive you even higher."
As he talked, Ted shed his baggy suit and underwear and stood before her, his rigid cock pointing straight out at her. Kathy was tempted to grab his penis right then and start sucking so her cunt would heat up and juice. Ted crawled up on the bed and clamped his hand around her tit, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. An explosion of sparks ignited Kathy's nervous system.
"Virgins have tight cunts," explained Uncle Ted. "You'll juice and cum like any women, but deep inside your pussy lips is a hymen, and it's going to hurt when I stick my penis through it."
Kathy knew all about her hymen. She had tried fucking a broom stick in the bathroom and had screamed in pain when the wooden tip came in contact with the tough, fleshy membrane.
"Oh, yes, Ted, I understand. I know it's going to hurt a little bit. But that's all right, just so I cum."
"That's a good little girl," said Uncle Ted, stroking her nipples faster and faster. "I'll work the cunt juice up so you'll hardly feel my prick jam your cunt hole."
"Yes, I understand that," Kathy answered. The promise of fucking simmered strongly in her mind as Ted closed his mouth around her jutting tit mounds and sucked on the intensely sensitive nipples.
She wanted to ask Ted a thousand questions about himself and the women in his life, but he did not want to discuss anything. She thought the best way to enjoy sex was to talk about it and feel it at the same time. Not Ted.
"Sex is the spice of life," he said at one point. "And I like my life hot and spicy."
He certainly knew how to turn her on. Just sucking her tits had made her whole body flush with excitement. And Kathy couldn't stop her body from squirming and humping the bed. Her eyes were closed and in her mind, she fantasized about the lovely big cock that would soon plug the gash between her legs. She couldn't believe that she was actually making love. "It was all a dream to her.
"Oh Ted, I'm dying to squeeze your big cock. I want to touch it, and squeeze it, and hold it between my thighs, and stick it up my cunt. I want you fucking my face with your cock, and cramming it down my throat, and I want to feel juice and cum spray all over my body!"
"I'm happy to hear that, sweetheart. Cause my cock is big and hard right now."
He kneeled over her body so his ass cheeks were almost pressed against her tits. Lying forward, legs spread out, he let his cock touch her chest. Sweating with lust, he pushed the cock tip along the groove in her chest, up along the contours of her throat, until it pressed against Kathy's lower lip. The urge to drive his prick shaft down her virgin throat was irresistible. Yet Ted defied the will of his cock. His arms supporting his massive bulk, Ted pumped his prick along her lips so the tip lightly touched the girl's flared nostrils and his nuts caressed her chin. It was painful to hold himself in such an awkward position, yet Ted pressed on, moving his cock up and around the contours of Kathy's trembling face. He loved using his cock this way as an artist might use a brush to outline and accentuate the glowing beauty of her virgin flesh.
"Aaaaahhhh gooooodddd! "he cried out. His nuts pounded in their scrotum and his penis throbbed painfully, but Ted was not quite through.
"Open your eyes, sweetheart," he said. "Open up and watch my cock." Kathy's eyes snapped open to watch juice oozing along the ridge of her nose. At first she thought the fluid was cock cream, but since only a few drops flowed out on her face, and his penis was not bucking, she imagined it was a different type of discharge. The lubricant quickly trickled down her face and welled up on her lip.
"Hhhhhmmmmm!" she said licking the salty mixture down. "What was that, Uncle Ted. Did you piss on my face."
"No, dear," he instructed her. "That's cock lubricant. I shoot a little out so my cock can push into your cunt without hurting. Now that we're about to make love, I see no reason to hide anything from you."
"Yes, that's very considerate," she said. Actually Kathy didn't care what Uncle Ted did, just as long as his big cock ended up in her cunt. Her gash was dripping wet and she felt capable of accommodating any good sized cock, even one as thick and juicy looking as Uncle Ted's. Her fantasies of spurting pricks and dripping pink gashes were within a few quick moments of being fulfilled. Her cunt, the barometer of her passions, was burning hot to the touch. She wanted to itch her cunt, to scratch, and finger, and stroke, and pump, her pussy mound until juice poured from her slit.
"Oh, Ted," she moaned under his sagging flesh, "please do something, anything. I feel like I'm going to explode."
"Yes, my little Kathy, I can see that," he said. "I can see you ready for a good round of cocksucking. But first you must convince me that you want my cock more than anything else in the world."
Kathy realized that if she did not feel the presence of his prick skin thrusting against the flesh wail of her mouth, that her soul might explode and disappear.
"Ohhhh, please Uncle Ted ... please," she begged him. "I want it ... need it ... have to have your cock inside me this very instant ... please, just push it in as hard as possible."
Kneeling above her face, Ted kicked his knees free and dropped his erect cock down on the gapping wound of her mouth. So attentive had he been in his instructions, that he had almost forgotten how horny his cock was. At the crucial moment before penetration, when the prick shaft hovered in front of her mouth, a strange thing happened to Ted. His cock seemed to react on its own, as if Ted no longer controlled his cock. He felt his shaft plunge into the girl's soft face with terrifying savageness. Kathy's face recoiled violently under the impact, and he wondered if it had been too much, that perhaps his cock was too thick, or too demanding in the way it thrust into her mouth-gash. Ted trembled as he fucked the girl's mouth, the bed squeaking horribly as his penis sought the back of her throat. It was exciting to fuck a girl so young and when he felt her girlish lips tightened around his shaft, and the rasping tongue tip scratch the bottom of his surging prick, Ted almost went through the roof.
"That's my little girl. Suck my cock! Eat it, baby, keep using those lips, suck out my cock drool."
Harder and harder he pumped his hips, each time letting more and more prick submerge into her mouth. Though it was impossible to measure, Ted felt his cock went deeper in Kathy's throat than it had been in any of the other hundreds of girl's throats. He was sure that the sensitive prick end was bouncing off the flap of Kathy's tonsils. Yet she didn't barf or even gag. She was indeed an amazing young girl.
Kathy was mouth fucking Uncle Ted's prick too hard to notice the subtle change in positions. Dropping down on her chest, Ted rolled to the side, so both were lying on the bed facing each other. Ted could now hump her face with stronger hips strokes. He could also position her face with his hands and pull Kathy's mouth down on his dick.
Though this meant harder cock sucking for Kathy, she was not unhappy with the arrangement. She was ecstatic eating her first penis. Her lips hurt and her tongue ached, but she took to Ted's prick immediately. Every thrust into her mouth sent another warm glow of pleasure pulsating through her body. The trembling sensation, began in her mouth walls and coursed through her tit mounds and down to her cunt where it built into a glowing fire that exploded out her cunt slit.
It was a wild, never-ending sensation for Kathy. The faster Ted's cock plunged in and out of her mouth, the faster the passion juice oozed from her cunt. There was nothing in the world that could make her happier, she thought, and there could be no greater joy than what she was feeling right now.
Sex was a thousand times better than her wildest dreams. She had not been aware of the delicious smells people give off in sex. Stuck deep in her throat, Ted's cock still gave off a distinctive odor, a crazy fuck-smell really, that made her home-in on his tool. The tip still oozed the sticky lubricant and lapping it down with her tongue, she was aware of its pungent odor. I wonder if my cunt smells as strong as his cock, she thought. In the privacy of her bathroom, Kathy had rubbed her panties in cunt juice after masturbating and then licked the aromatic wetness from the front panel. And though tasty and pungent as expensive perfume, this substance was not at all similar to the cunt slime that oozed from her now. Perhaps, she thought, there are lubricants for masturbating and deeper body oils for fucking. It was a strange thought, but in her half delirious state, it seemed to make sense. She loved the smell of fuck-stink. It excited her mind and her cunt. It was a glorious never ending circle for her: the pungent odor of good hard mouth-fucking made her suck harder, and the harder she sucked, the more intense became the smell.
"Oh yes," she said to herself, "there is nothing better. My cunt is nice and hot and juicy and my tits tingle all over."
Her twat convulsed twice during the mouth fucking session and Kathy was in a frenzy. It was her first real orgasm she told herself, and nothing could be better than that.
But happy as she was, Kathy was all excited to try new and different ways of lovemaking. So when Ted withdrew his cock from her face, Kathy did not object. In fact, she looked upon Ted as the king of the world, and offered her body to him to do with as he wished. He had ceased to be her uncle. Now he was something strange and powerfully new to her, a penis-god who could use his rock-hard tool to violate her in any manner.
"Oh, please, Ted. Fuck me now. Fuck me and make me your woman. I can't stand it. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my hot, wet cunt and shoot your thick, sticky cum into my twat."
He rose above her, the penis-god of the universe. He was everything and she knew that her body was his to use. Her complete and willing surrender to him was a challenging and unusual experience.
Ted had been on the verge of shooting his cum when he decided to wrench his smoldering tool from the child's greedy mouth. He loved cumming in her mouth and in her cunt, but he had made a promise to cunt-fuck Kathy, and that was what he was going to do.
He touched her cunt, rolling the matted, wet pubic hair between his fingers. Then he pushed two fingers up her ripe smelling cunt until they touched against Kathy's hymen.
"Aaaaaiiieee!!!" she screamed out in pain. "Oh God that hurts Big Teddy ... oh, please don't make me hurt."
"No, my darling angel, I will not hurt you," he said. "But something must be done about the membrane that guards your cunt-room. It must be broken if you are to get the good fucking you deserve."
Ted was amazed at the situation facing him. For he had never known a girl as tight and virginal as Kathy. He realized that popping a girl's hymen was not easy and almost always caused some pain and bleeding. He did not like to see people in pain and yet he was too far gone to let Kathy up and not fuck her. In his own sex-crazy mind, Ted knew he would spread this young girl out and rut her cunt with his throbbing cock. He would be easy on her when possible. He would finger fuck her cunt to stir up the pussy juice and he would soft-stroke her channel to loosen up the rigid cunt walls. But one way or another, he would end up with Kathy's beautiful, tight cunt wrapped around his cock.
"Oh, hurry, Ted, God you must hurry," pleaded the young nymphet. "I'm so damn horny, I don't know what to do."
"Yes, baby, I'm coming down on your sweet cunt right this instant," be said. "First, I'm going to suck your most beautiful twat with my tongue. And won't you like that, little one?"
"Oh, yes, oh God yes I would like you to lick my cunt," she cried out. "Nothing could please me more than to have your tongue lapping up my cunt juice. Oh, yes Uncle Ted. But please hurry. Hurry!"
Ted spread her thighs out on the bed so there was plenty of room for his pussy assault. Stretching out, so one hand was on Kathy's ankle while his tongue barely touched her breast, Ted began sucking and feeling his way to the center of Kathy's pubic triangle.
"Ted ... Oh Ted ... ooooohhhhh," she moaned as his tongue found the rigid mound of her clitoris. His hand had made its way up the inside of her thigh and while he licked and sucked her passion button, his hand probed her pussy walls.
Kathy could barely contain her excitement. "Fuck me, Ted, I don't care if it hurts if you split my cunt in two. I want your prick ... I want, and need, and beg for your prick ... I want your prick in my cunt!"
Ted, however, could not be persuaded to quit licking and stroking her cunt until the pussy walls were spread wide enough to allow penetration. And he loved eating her cunt. It was so soft and juicy, that his balls jumped just thinking about her snatch. He loved young, resilient cunt flesh, especially when it belonged to a girl like Kathy. Her pussy stunk of ripe flesh and earthy passion-it was the smell of a wild animal during the rutting season. Ted stared into her dry cunt as he spread her pussy lips wide apart with his fingers. The saliva from his drooling mouth fell into the pink opening. He quickly buried his tongue just below the pink lips of her cuntslit.
"Hhhhmmmm!" roared Kathy, "don't stop now! Lick me! Lick my cunt! Right this instant!
Ted had not finished massaging her cunt, but from his surging cock it was evident that he would never finish. "Okay, my cock is coming for you," he yelled, spreading her bouncing thighs apart, "I'm coming right into your cunt." Ted pulled himself up and gripping the girl's slender torso, thrusted his cock into her pussy slit.
"Owwww!" she screamed, as the cock rammed her maidenhead "Oh, dear God, no! No!" The pain was horribly intense, like someone running a doubled edged knife up her pussy hole. She thought for an instant that his cock would run right through her cunt and end up spurting juice all over her intestines.
"Coming," yelled Ted as he thrusted against her hymen once again. Though the thick skin resisted his attack, Ted was not about to be denied his victory over her virgin cunt. He was going to deflower this bitch, he thought, if it meant splitting her cunt in two.
"You're killing me," she pleaded. "Oh no! Aaaaiiieee! Stop!" Her pussy lips had been drawn back after the initial thrust of Uncle Ted's penis. The pain was more intense than anything she remembered in her whole life. And yet it would not stop, nor could she stop it. Again and again his cock plundered her cunt, only to be stopped by the hymen.
"Coming!" he yelled thrusting again. "Coming! Coming!" He was becoming a madman, so intense was his obsession. And with each succeeding thrust, the hymen weakened a bit more until, with a final screaming thrust, his prick ripped through the membrane into her soft, cunt-room.
"Aaaaahhhh!!!" Kathy screamed as his prick surged into her cunt. Pussy juice poured from the ruptured hymen. She felt his dick deep inside her belly, exploring and pushing its way into the deepest and most hidden corners of her womanhood. Her vagina felt plundered and the ruptured hymen still hurt-oh and how did it hurt! Her cunt nerves recoiled angrily with every prick thrust and yet the pain was not intolerable. In fact, she enjoyed the sensation of being fucked so deeply. Her belly got hotter and hotter as Ted's cock pounded against the walls of her inner cunt. Oh, yes that's nice, very nice, she thought, undulating her hips in time with Ted's bucking hips. There seemed to be no stopping the fast growing pleasure in her vagina. The faster she stroked, the hotter her cunt became.
"Ted, this is wonderful," the girl moaned between clenched lips. A new tingling sensation welled up in her mound. It started from the deepest, wettest part of her belly and spread to her matted twat hair where it radiated out. She felt the tremulous glow burn in the tips of her toes to the tiny, hard point of her breasts. Even her asshole glowed with the pervasive warmth. More than anything, she wanted to rear her cunt back so her legs pointed up towards the ceiling and let Ted plunge his cock down on her cunt as she had seen him do with her mother. Her intuition told her how different, and exciting this new position would be.
"Fuck me, yes ... fuck my cunt," she said, rearing back her thighs. Ted, however, was ready for her and arched his hips and dragged her cunt underneath him. With a quick, jerking motion he pulled his prick out, then slammed his meat into the glove-like softness of her cunt.
"Mmmmm, you're my man," she gasped. She had guessed right as his cock felt thicker and longer when it slammed down on her pussy.
With every thrust of his cock, Kathy came closer to her very first orgasm. She had cum several times when masturbating, but those few seconds of joy where nothing to the slow burning warmth that washed over her now. She was hotter and more excited than she ever remembered being.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!," she cried out, as she felt Ted begin to piston-fuck her. "Oh, I like that ... Like that ... Oooohhhh!" A shower of sparks clouded her eyes as jolt after jolt of electricity charged her nervous system. "Please, hurry! Hurrryyyy! Aiiiiieeee! I'm cumming! Cummmmiiinnnggg!"
Ted felt the girl's cunt juicing around his cock and the sensation was unmistakable: Kathy was orgasming for the first time. Her battered cunt walls sucked in on his thrusting cock. It made her cunt a lot tighter for his prick, and as far as he was concerned, friction was the name of the game. He knew there was very little time for both of them. His swollen nuts hurt with every cunt thrust and his prostate gland was squeezing the cum into his prick. His cock felt as if it were going to burst from the sperm which seemed back up all the way to his throat. The cock head hurt as if smashed with a hammer and his body screamed for satisfaction.
"Uh! So fine! So fucking fine!" he screamed in her ear. "I'm cumming! Cumming. Pump your hips, Kathy! That's right, THAT'S RIGHT!"
Ted bucked his hips wildly, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into Kathy's cunt. Her whole body quivered under him like a tuning fork and he realized that she wouldn't last much longer. And neither would he, at this rate. Cock lubricant welled in his penis shaft and discharged into her cunt.
"Aaaaggghhh!" screamed Kathy, "Oh, please God! Cum ... Cum! Fill my cunt with cum!"
"Okay, my little lovely," he screamed at her. "Here's my hot cream, right in your hot, little cunt!" Ted jerked his hips convulsively; his prick hole spread open and a thick cum stream jetted into Kathy's sloppy pussy.
"Uhhh! ... Uhhhh!" she grunted as the cum found its way through her ruptured hymen hole and into her vagina. Ted's cock bucked and bucked as stream after hot stream of cum filled her. "Oh good! how good!" she moaned, letting the semen fill her gash. The raw, pungent smell of cock cream filled her nostrils. "Ted! Ted! Oh, my God! I'm juicing! I'M JUICING!"
Ted noticed the new urgency in Kathy's voice as he fucked another cum stream into her cunt. He thought he'd never stop shooting sperm. Pulling Kathy to him by her ass cheeks, he watched her jump and jerk as the orgasm took hold.
He gave her five more strokes, before she stopped shaking and his prick quit spurting. There was cum all over her crotch and he excitedly watched his own milk-white juice trickling from her slit. God, what a beautiful cum, he thought, his mind and body now at peace.
Kathy was gasping for breath as she lay next to her uncle. She had never felt so good before and for an instant she thought it had all been a dream. She reached down to her twat and rubbed her hand in the cock cream jetting from her slit. She raised her hand to her nose, smelling the animal aroma of cock cream, then licked up the congealing juice with her tongue. "Hhhmmmm! I do like fucking," she giggled. "Yes I do, very much!"
CHAPTER SIX
When Uncle Ted finally pulled into the rutted driveway, it was dark outside. Kathy had accepted the fact that she would be whipped for leaving the farm. However, she was in for a pleasant surprise.
Mrs. Bryant acted surprised to see her daughter. She hugged Kathy to her bosom and kissed her passionately on the cheek. At first, Kathy suspected her mother of putting on an act to lure Uncle Ted upstairs into the bedroom. But when he nervously declined the offer, her warm disposition did not change. Kathy had never seen her mother in this light before and while Mrs. Bryant put the finishing touches on their meatloaf dinner, Kathy sat at the table wondering what had come over her.
Mrs. Bryant indeed did have something to get off her chest. "Darling," she said mid-way through the meal, "I have some bad news to report. I'm afraid your father won't be coming home for awhile."
Kathy looked up, genuinely shocked. "Why is that, mother?" She hoped he would not be gone for long; it seemed impossible to go through the day without kissing father good evening. However, Kathy was in for many surprises. Her father was not only gone from the house, he was not coming back.
"Your father has left us," said Mrs. Bryant. "The foreman called me this evening. Your father has quit his job and told his boss that he was going to California."
"Oh my goodness!" Kathy blurted out. It seemed impossible that so many things could be happening at once. First her beautiful session of lovemaking with Uncle Ted and now her father's decision to leave home for good.
Not that Kathy really blamed her father. Since that night she had watched them fuck in the living room, her mother had been impossibly bitchy. If I were father, thought Kathy, I would have left a long time ago. Still, it was a great loss to her, and tears came to her eyes at the thought her father would no longer be coming home.
"Now don't worry, Kathy," said her mother. "There's a little money saved up and we can collect Welfare money. We'll get along somehow."
Kathy, however, was in no mood to feel happy. She secretly blamed her mother for driving her father out of the house. And there could be no overlooking her mother's black angry moods. She was still too small to fight her mother. Yet, without her father around, and with Uncle Ted gone most of the time, Kathy knew her mother's temptation to take out her frustration on her would be great.
She wanted more than anything to run away from her mother and be with her father. She knew for a fact that her mother would block any effort of hers to join her father. And she knew only too well that the justice courts or any state legal agency would rule a child's rightful place was in the arms of her mother.
Kathy swallowed hard to control herself as she felt her heart hammering inside her chest. She had to find a way to leave the farm house immediately and find her father.
Her breasts tightened into little knots and the moist, sticky sensation returned to her cunt. The feeling of sexual ripeness dragged at her teeming thoughts. As a virgin only a few short hours ago, Kathy would never have indulged in such lewd fantasies, but as a sexually experienced woman she turned her mind to sexual matters without the slightest feeling of guilt or remorse.
Is that what I want? she thought. To have sex with father? Her father was always the kind, loving person who picked her up in his arms and hugged her every evening. But to imagine him as a sexual being, a virile, hard-muscled stud with a tensing, erect penis and throbbing nuts, well, that was something else. Is that why my cunt is so wet? Kathy wondered. Do I want father between my legs, to feel his cock thrusting into my cunt as Uncle Ted's had done just hours ago?
It seemed an incredible thought for until this moment. Kathy had never associated her father with sex. He was an extension of her childhood fantasies, like a Santa Claus or the friendly family doctor. These men did not wish to rip the clothes from her body and plunge their enormous cocks into her cunt, shooting jet after jet of sticky semen into her. Or did they? Uncle Ted, after all, was just another member of the family, she thought. Now he's my lover, the one who opened my cunt up to the world.
Her nose sensed the pungent odor of her vaginal secretions. That was another awareness, the smell of sex. It had eluded her before, but now it smelled as strong and as obvious as fresh chopped garlic. She wondered if men could smell the aroma of warm cunt, perhaps in the same manner that a male dog could detect the scent of a bitch dog coming into heat. How exciting! she thought.
"Kathy, you haven't touched your dinner," said her mother. Mrs. Bryant was staring at her daughter, the tears dried from her eyes and her features once again hard and imperious.
Kathy wondered if her mother suspected her new sexual awareness. Certainly she felt different. Now that her cunt had been invaded and she had felt her vagina clamped down on a bucking, cum-shooting cock, Kathy was a much stronger woman. Not only was fucking the most exciting thing she'd ever done, it made her realize what a powerful weapon her cunt was. Sexual intercourse had turned a strong man like her Uncle Ted into an exhausted, fuck-drained hulk. Not surprisingly, she felt a new dimension of strength and assurance her cunt was not only an eternal well of pleasure, it was also a fountain of power and domination over others.
"KATHY!" screamed Mrs. Bryant.
"Yes mother ... I must have been daydreaming," answered Kathy. She couldn't help wondering if her sexual organs might have the same powerful effect on her mother as they had on Uncle Ted? "Yes, mother," she repeated "I'll clear the dishes right now."
Mrs. Bryant looked at her daughter and suddenly felt strangely cool and remote. There was something different about her daughter. Little things, no doubt, and she was unable to put her finger on it. Perhaps, it was her calm and determined demeanor, the absence of fear. Or maybe it's nothing, she mused. Maybe the thought of being stuck on the farm, without a man around to satisfy me has sent my head spinning.
"That's a good girl," she said, the smile returning once again. "We'll be alone together, what with your father gone. And we'll have to depend on each other more."
"Yes, mother," said her daughter.
Mrs. Bryant was still puzzled at the way her daughter acted. She smiled at Kathy and felt a strange, enjoyable sensation rush through her. She reached for Kathy's hand and was surprised to feel the warmth of the girl's palm. It was almost the same heated sensation she felt when Ted made his rare visits to the farm. For an instant Mrs. Bryant felt a burning tenseness in her cunt and she pulled her hand away, afraid that Kathy might get the wrong idea. My nerves are playing tricks on me, thought Mrs. Bryant. I'm confusing my daughter with sex.
Suppressing her feelings, Mrs. Bryant rose from the table and kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Now after the dishes, dear, you can come watch television," she said.
"Okay, mom," Kathy answered. Taking the plates into the kitchen, she started thinking up a plan. There had been no mistaking the deep, throbbing sensation in her body. Uncle Ted had only temporarily satisfied her lust. What's more, her instincts told her that now was the time to use her new weapon of sexuality on her mother.
After hurriedly finishing the dishes, Kathy ran up to her room. "I'll be down in a minute," she had told her mother.
Climbing the stairs two at a time, Kathy was exhausted, her breath coming in long, painful gasps as if she had just run a mile. The burning sensation in her crotch had not subsided and so excited was she, that Kathy considered rushing to the bathroom to masturbate her cunt. "Just relax," she'd told herself. She reached inside her blouse and touched the bone hard nipple ends. "Ohhhh!" she exclaimed rubbing the ends back and forth between her fingers until the explosion of sparks rushed through her. She could imagine how her mother's sinewy hands would feel caressing her tits and stroking her cunt. She would have to hurry, she thought, because she did not want to deny herself much longer.
From her experience two weeks ago in the barn, Kathy realized that her mother held strong sexual passions for her. Uncle Ted had said her name and had come up many times during their twice monthly fuck sessions. Though this was not unusual for a mother to talk about her daughter, Uncle Ted did add that her mother was a very strange woman.
Kathy remembered a stack of girlie magazines that her father had tied up in his closet. She had found them while playing in the house and had marvelled at the big breasted girls on the front covers. Though the magazines had meant little to her at the time, Kathy realized the magazines might come in useful.
Kathy went into the closet and after rummaging through the piles of old clothes and discarded knick knacks, she found the magazines still intact.
"Oh my," she exclaimed thumbing through the pages. There were a variety of exciting pictures: men fucking cunts, women eating cunts, licking tits, eating assholes; men fucking assholes, eating cunts, fucking faces. Kathy was amazed that there were so many ways to make love. In one magazine she saw a multi-picture lay-out of three girls at a swimming pool. Kathy was so excited by the pictures she thought she might cum in her panties. One girl was eating the cunt of the second while the third girl was bent over a girls' face and was fingering the cunt of another.
"Ohhhh yes, that's so nice," she managed to breathe. Her courage flared up and before she could lose it, Kathy was up, clutching the magazine and running downstairs.
"Where have you been, dear," Mrs. Bryant asked. "You missed the 'Untouchables'." Mrs. Bryant enjoyed watching television for hours on end as it made her forget the endless number of tiny frustrations and humiliations she suffered through each day. Television, she had thought in a lucid moment, was like a giant aspirin in the way it relieved nervous headaches and calmed the brain.
"I've been upstairs," she said simply. "I found these old magazines and I wonder what some of the words meant."
Mrs. Bryant smiled at her daughter, though she hardly paid attention to a word she said. A John Wayne movie had started and she didn't want to miss a single minute. "That's very interesting." While the opening movie credits flashed on the screen, Kathy flipped the magazine open and held it up for her mother. "Isn't that wonderful!"
Mrs. Bryant felt as if she'd been jolted by a high tension cable. She groaned silently and felt the deep throbbing pain in her cunt, the burning, tingling sensation that she had attempted to drown out by the television viewing. But the pictures had jolted her back into reality. She felt queasy and mushy inside.
"Where did you get these," she demanded. "A young girl like you should not have this type of material. It's very harmful."
"I don't think so," interrupted Kathy. Deliberately she pulled the magazine with the Lesbian photo sequence. "I think it's very exciting."
Mrs. Bryant felt frozen. She couldn't speak, couldn't move, and she sat staring vacantly about, her words vanishing like dust in the wind. Had she heard her daughter right, that this was exciting to her. A tense, nauseous feeling rolled over her. Like a sand fortress dissolving under the persistence of heavy surf, Mrs. Bryant felt herself giving way.
She looked at her daughter as the tingling warmth radiated from her cunt. For the many years of her marriage, Ethel had assumed that this pleasing warmth was a signal sent out by her body that she needed sex. Usually she fulfilled this desire by feeding her lust-filled body with as much cock as possible. This usually satisfied her, at least until the past several months when her body's incessant sexual appetite pushed her into new and different directions. Ethel suddenly felt out of control of herself. A picture was forming in the deepest recesses of her troubled mind and she was frankly afraid of what the finished portrait might be.
"I'm sorry, dear, but these were your father's and they don't belong in the house any longer."
There was a deep, throbbing sensation in Ethel's body. At first, she tried to ignore it as she held the magazine out in front of her. Kathy had said nothing, but she was receiving strange vibrations from the girl. Was it possible that this girl, her own daughter, knew something she didn't?
The magazine picture looked back at her. The girl whose cunt was being so fervently eaten by her partner had an honest, no-bones-about-it smile that caught her eye. It was a smile that was similar to her own every morning when she rose from bed. Ethel squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip. Oh God, it isn't healthy to ignore your body's wishes, she thought. It's an awful thing too.
In the model she saw a reflection of herself: a pleasing, well developed woman in her middle years searching for lusty satisfaction. Looking at the red slash of tongue probing the girl's cunt. Ethel consoled herself in the fact that the picture was posed. Or was it? she thought suddenly. Maybe they just started licking and sucking each other, and their expressions are truly felt emotions.
Ethel felt bitter at seeing others so happy. It made her feel hot. Her cunt was boiling over with lusty desire. More than anything, Ethel wanted to will the picture to life so she could touch it, feel it for herself how nice it was.
Kathy had noticed her mother's eyes mist over as a strange transformation took place. She could not really put her feelings into words. The woman before her was the same one she had lived in fear of all these years. There was a softness around her mouth, a softness in her breast and a movement in her thighs, all suggesting a creature of deep and unfathomable sexuality. She had watched her mother performing the sex act and had marvelled at her animal ferocity as she had pumped her cunt up and around Uncle Ted's spurting cock. Kathy had experienced for herself the pent-up fury of her mother's sexual desire as her mother had thrusted her fingers into her virgin cunt. Kathy had long assumed her mother was an emotional flint stone: a smoldering bath of hot coals waiting for a good dowsing of penis juice. Yet she had never seen her mother exhibit the softness and vulnerability which women for countless ages have glorified as the finest qualities of their sex.
Kathy hated to admit it, but her mother seemed at the moment just like anybody else's mother. For the first time, she felt enough confidence in herself to reach out and touch her mother as one woman to another.
"Are you all right, ma?" asked Kathy. Mrs. Bryant nodded absently as she continued staring down at the magazine picture laid out in her lap. Another chill rippled up Kathy's spine as a wave of pleasure washed over her cunt lips. The pungent juice pouring from her vulva, staining her panties and drenching her pubic thatch. She felt a frenzy building inside her, a sensation so powerful that if she didn't act immediately she was certain her brain would disintegrate into atoms.
"Momma," she asked innocently.
"Yes, dear."
"Is it wrong to ... to touch ... to lick down there?" asked Kathy. Measuring her mother's almost silent reaction, Kathy felt her pulse quicken as a tiny voice inside told her to keep going, keep throwing questions at her mother.
"It feels so good when I touch down there, between my legs," she continued," I get so excited that my panties get wet and I have to change them." She looked again at her mother's glacial expression. "I've read many stories about girls who get excited when they touch themselves like this ... In these stories, the girls are very sick and I'm frightened because I feel just like them ... just like the girls in the magazine. Am I mentally sick, mommy because I want another girl to touch and lick between my legs and feel my butt and titties?"
Kathy realized that her mother was right on the verge of doing something. Though she remained frozen in place, sweat beaded down her face and drool droplets gathered at the corners of her mouth.
"Here, mommy, look!" Kathy said, lifting up her blouse to expose her half-melon sized breasts. "See how hard and tight the ends are on my tits. I feel so good when this happens that I want to rub my breasts harder and harder until the slit between my legs gets all hot and wet. Isn't that strange?"
Mrs. Bryant was beyond caring what her daughter thought of the sex changes occurring so rapidly in her plumpish, young body. As Kathy held up her blouse, exposing her breasts, Mrs. Bryant knew she would not have to suffer the awful guilt of seducing her own daughter. Because Kathy was, consciously or not, doing all the work for her! She could imagine Bill coming home from work and seeing his young daughter's anxious mouth glued to her hot pussy! That would really make his balls curdle, she thought. She imagined his eyes widening to the size of coffee saucers and his face turning purple with rage. That would teach the bastard for walking out on me, she thought, rising from her chair to face her all-too-willing daughter. so
"Your breasts are nothing to be ashamed of," she began, approaching the young girl, her wire-like fingers quickly feeling her tumescent young breasts. She brought her nails across the hardened nipples with blurring speed.
"Aaaaiiiieee!" Kathy screamed. "Oh, my God, mother, that's so crazy a feeling."
Her mother ignored the comment, so intent was her desire to crush her daughter's body against her own and make her own flesh feel good in the way only one woman can do for another.
"My breasts are the same way," she said, removing the blue denim work shirt from her chest. There was no bra to restrain her heaving breasts and Kathy saw the nipples were every bit as big and hard as hers. "It's a perfectly normal reaction to feel excited. As you can see, I'm very aroused myself." Mrs. Bryant stopped before her daughter so her face was only inches away as she spoke to Kathy.
"Now, I want you to do me a big favor, darling," she said, "I want you to put your arms around me and kiss me, honey, just like it were bedtime. Only I want your lips on top of mine, like daddy used to do to mommy."
Kathy hesitated a moment, a confused expression crossing her face. Then she slowly wound her arms around her mother's shoulders and pressed her lips against her mother's moist, sensuous mouth. Mrs. Bryant gripped her daughter and Kathy felt her lips part and her mother's tongue slip into her mouth. Her heart pounded at the meeting of their first embrace and she quickly overcame the shock of passionately kissing her mother for the first time.
"Did you feel the tingling in your breasts?" Mrs.
Bryant asked as their lips parted.
"Yes, mommy, I did," answered Kathy.
"Well, I'm going to make them feel even better," she said, rubbing her daughter's swollen nipples with her hand.
"Oooohhhh!" Kathy moaned, instinctively reaching up to her mother to reciprocate the pleasure by rubbing her tits.
"Yes, dear. Oh, yes, that's wonderful," Mrs. Bryant said. Holding Kathy tight with her free hand, Mrs. Bryant continued the nipple stroking until they both were hot and sweaty. "Now, take off your clothes Kathy," she commanded, "And we'll have some real fun."
Quickly slipping out of her jeans, Mrs. Bryant watched with growing excitement as her daughter peeled the clothes from her body. She was amazed at how much her daughter had developed in just a few weeks. And she was equally surprised at the thick, curly thatch of pubic hair that had sprouted over the entry of her cunt.
"Now, baby, what we're going to do is the most natural act in the world," she started. "Just close your eyes and do what comes natural to you."
Holding her tight, Mrs. Bryant mashed her body against the shaking teenager, gently bringing her down to the floor. She continued stroking and kissing her daughter's ripe breasts and lips until she squirmed and bucked on the floor. This did not stop her mother from flicking her daughter's nipples nor from sucking the puckered aureolas until she felt her daughter's cunt discharging hot juice down her thighs. Oh, my this girl's really a hot one, she thought. She's actually panting.
Kathy was not only enjoying herself, she was ecstatic! Her mother was very adept at sending electric jolts of passion racing through her tits. Her cunt was once again terribly excited, begging even for another good fucking. Deep inside her, alarm bells were sounding, but she refused to heed their warning. How marvelous it felt to be licked and felt by another woman! Her tits were on fire and quivering beneath her mother's expert fingers and the itch in her groin was almost unbelievable.
"Yes! Mother, yessss!" she moaned. She wanted her whole body to feel as good as her tits did. She was determined to make her young cunt throb and juice as it had in the motel room only hours ago, suction-pumping Ted's rigid cock. Yes, she wanted it all and more!
"Please, mother do it, now," she begged, "Do it NOW!"
Mrs. Bryant stroked her daughter while she looked at her daughter's blissful expression with contempt. The girl knew nothing about exciting the female body. Touch her tits and she flew into an orgasm. Well that is not the way to do it, she thought, and after tonight she'll know damn well what to do.
Reaching down, Mrs. Bryant began tracing light circles on her daughter's belly while she continued sucking her nipple ends. The silky skin had turned to gooseflesh and, to Ethel's delight, the taunt abdomen muscles were alive with nervous tension. She smiled to herself when Kathy's hips began humping rhythmically to her caresses. She moved her hand further down and felt a jolt of electricity rip through her nerve ends when her fingertips encountered the wet, matted cunt hair.
"Aaaahhhh!" Kathy groaned, thrusting her hips convulsively as the pleasure waves rolled over her cunt. She felt a glowing warmth as Ethel's hands rubbed her pleasure nub, a passion feeling so intense that she wanted to orgasm right then. "So nice ... so nice," she managed to say.
Her mind swirled with wild ideas about sex. Her misgivings about two women making love together had passed. She was surrounded by new exciting smells and tantalizing sensations as her cunt begged for satisfaction. More than anything, she wanted to feel her mother's breasts against her own, to experience the aromatic taste of cunt lips wrapped around her tongue.
Mrs. Bryant smiled as Kathy squealed with delight when she sunk her finger in her cunt and continued massaging the erect clitoris with her thumb. The faster her fingers stroked the burning nub, the more excited Kathy became. She could feel the girl's passion heat up as her cunt muscles throbbed and her pubic mound tightened under her finger touch.
Mrs. Bryant was fond of the adage that once inside a girl's pants, a man can do anything he wanted. She was not only inside her daughter's briefs, but she had total control over her body. That feeling made Ethel even hotter in her love making. There were so many ways to turn a girl on, and she knew them all.
"Okay, here's something you never learned in school," she said. Using her finger to pull her pliant thighs apart, Mrs. Bryant dipped her head down between her daughter's trembling legs and pressed her out-stuck tongue against her juicing cunt lips. She licked at the open wound of her love mound. When Kathy moaned in response she forced her tongue deeper into the girl's cunt channel.
Plunging her raspy tongue into her cunt opening several times, Mrs. Bryant withdrew to try another approach. Sticking her face deep into Kathy's hair pie mound, Ethel ravished the cunt with tiny, darting kisses. Her lips pulsated through the hair forest, cleaning every follicle of cunt juice. Her mouth moved quickly through her daughter's love triangle, licking the clitoris, the vulva and down between her daughter's ass cheeks just above the pink sphincter.
"You like me eating your pussy?" her mother asked.
"Oh, yes, God yes, I do," Kathy replied. "Please don't ever stop. I'll do anything." She arched her hips until her cunt seemed to point up to the ceiling. Then her mother's mouth quickly dropped upon her passion wound, the tongue plunging deep into her weeping gash. Kathy gasped out loud as the fuck fever spread through her tortured mind. Her tits felt burning hot as she grabbed her mother's head and drove her face in and out of the V in her legs.
Mrs. Bryant was burning her own passion fires. She had never admitted the joys of making love to another woman before. It was a thought which constantly haunted her, but she had always managed to keep her obsessions hidden away from her family and friends. Like any normal woman, she had flirted with the idea of incestuous relationships before only to reject it at the last possible moment. But now she was truly overcome with excitement as she sent wave after glorious wave of pleasure cascading through her daughter with every lick of her cunt. She felt her own cunt respond to the sexual excitement. The cunt juice was pouring from her slit and the pussy walls were hardening into a crescendo of pleasure. She never realized how good it was to eat cunt. The burning sensation between her own legs was unbearable, and she reached down and began massaging her clitoris while she humped her tongue into Kathy's cunt box.
Kathy began humping wildly as her passion shot out of control. Though her mother's tongue was much shorter than Uncle Ted's cock, the pleasure was fast and hard. She could feel the tongue tip all the way in her belly as it pushed and probed her pussy channel. It was a prickly feeling, as if a porcupine was crawling up her snatch!
"Aaaaiiieee!" she squealed when her mother pulled her mouth away from her slit and clamped onto the clitoris flap. It triggered the most intense orgasm the girl had ever felt. Her entire body seemed to be a prickly ooze, like an ice cream cone on a hot summer days. She thought that her whole body would dissolve to pleasure puss, ready to be lapped up by her mother!
Tears of joys flowed freely as Kathy fought back the orgasm that was rippling through her nervous system. Bucking her hips against her mother's ever present mouth, Kathy screamed for satisfaction.
"Eat my cunt ... Eat it right now!" she bellowed, thrusting her twat forward like an overripe peach ready to be sucked and chewed. "Do me this, please, mother ... eat my cunt right this minute!"
Mrs. Bryant was already positioned on the floor next to her spread-eagled daughter in preparation for their mutual orgasm. Ethel was feverish from her sex antics, so hot that her cunt lips were drawn back, ready to explode in an orgasmic flutter. Still it was not enough. No matter how much Ethel masturbated her blood gorged clitoris, her cunt mound demanded even more.
"Come here," she said roughly, grabbing her daughter by the hair and pulling her close. "You're going to eat your mother's cunt," she demanded. "And right now, I want your tongue stuck deep in my pussy and you aren't to stop until I say so." Then, before Kathy could reply, Ethel swung her legs over the girl's prone body and straddled her face. Slowly she stretched her thighs so her cunt mound came closer and closer to Kathy's mouth. Ethel could feel her pussy channel open and the love juice roll down edges of her slit and bead off onto Kathy's face. When her tortured flesh came in contact with Kathy's erect tongue, she exploded. "Aaarrrggghhh! That's good ... oh, baby, your tongue is so big and hard, just what I need ... Oooohhh! So good ... Now I'm going to hump, darling ... I'm going to hump your beautiful face and fuck my cunt juice right down your throat."
Ethel began the eternal rhythms of love making. Inching her spread out cunt around Kathy's tongue, she began humping her hips, undulating her pelvic muscles so her cunt moved downward at a progressive rate, each time driving Kathy's tongue deeper and deeper into her twat.
Kathy was amazed at the glistening triangle of black pubic hair slowly descending on her face. Her mother's cunt seemed to gleam in the evening light and the cunt smell was raw and pungent, like a wild animal in heat. Her mother was sexually aroused, perhaps more so than she was and for a brief moment a sickening thought occurred to the girl. What if I can't satisfy her, what if she does not have an orgasm? Kathy had no idea how her mother might react. She might cry, or she might explode with anger and try to kill her. As Ethel humped her face, feeling her tongue deep into her female orifice, Kathy steeled her will. She was determined to make her mother orgasm. And herself too!
Reaching up between her thighs, Kathy spread her mother's cunt open with her fingers and ground her tongue deep into the love channel.
"Oh my god! Oh my!" Ethel screamed as her daughter penetrated her cunt with long stabbing tongue strokes. "Oh yes. Cumming! I'm cumming! Gonna cum!" Her body suffused with pain as Kathy dug deeper and deeper into her cunt. Ethel saw blinding flashes of light as her daughter's tongue hit the mark again and again. Savagely, Ethel buried her face into Kathy's tender cunt and licked the hairy mass of growth that highlighted her daughter's budding cunt.
"Oooohhhh!" Kathy screamed as her mother increased the cunt lapping and chewing. She removed her tongue from Ethel's crack and swallowed a mouthful of cunt juice.
"Don't take your face off my cunt!" her mother shouted. "Now, suck, baby. Suck my cunt!"
Kathy glued her faced back between her mother's legs and inserted her tongue in Ethel's thrusting cunt. She tried to blot everything from her mind. She concentrated solely upon making her mother cum as hard and as often as she wanted.
"That's it, dear," Ethel screamed as the cum boiled up inside like molten chocolate. "You eat cunt real good!"
Kathy grabbed her mother by the ass cheeks and pulled her cunt up and down on her face. Her eyes shut tight, she could feel her face covered with cunt wetness. She smelled of saliva and vaginal juice. She heard her mother scream and felt her hips buck frantically.
"Cumming! Cumming. Oh God, yes I'm CUUUMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGG!" screamed Ethel, pumping and thrusting her hips wildly so she could feel every atom of her orgasm.
"Cumming! Want to cum! Have to cum! Right now! Cumming right now!"
Kathy felt her mother's cunt go tense, then expand as a clear fluid gushed out and ran down her nose and over her face. Kathy squirmed so that the juice covered her face and the aroma seeped in her nostrils. At the same time the warm, burning sensation began to grow again inside her cunt channel. It was a strange feeling, but there was no denying its origin.
Oh my, I'm going to juice, she thought letting the passion build into exquisite waves of pleasure. Oh yes, I'm cumming, it's building up.
She pumped her aching hips harder and harder while her mother thrusted her slobbering tongue deep into her channel, stretching her.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!!! Cum! Cum! CUUUMMMMM!" screamed Kathy. A small, hard ball welled inside her cunt and as her cunt walls opened, and the vaginal walls fluttered, it burst, spraying hot juice down her channel and out all over her thighs. Kathy felt her mind go blank. The juice kept spurting and spurting and she flowed and pumped for every physical thrill that she could.
"Oh yes," she cried, each cum spurt stronger than the last, "This is very nice indeed!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathy often wondered why people in their right minds went on to study in college. She hated school work and there was still a whole year to go before she entered high school! If the decision were up to her; she would quit immediately and never go back to the crumbling white clapboard school house.
Kathy had few friends and spent most of her time in the rundown library. She loved tall rows of book shelves with all the thousands of books collected over the years. On most afternoons, Kathy could be found roaming the fiction section in search of a good detective novel to read. However, in the past several months, Kathy was pursuing her recent interest in sex. The library, as she well knew, was part of the county system and made books available to both juveniles and adults.
So there would be books on her favorite subject. But not until she looked through the card catalogue, did Kathy realize the huge amount of literature available to her. The titles amazed her: The Connoisseur's Guide To Lovemaking, Perversion and The Sexual Appetite, Guide To Sensuous Living, were just a few of the many books available. Kathy's heart pounded in her breast as she flipped through the heavy volumes. There's so much to learn, she thought, but that won't stop me because sex is one thing I know something about. Looking at the thick stack of catalogue cards made her lightheaded. I'm going to start right now, she said to herself, picking up the heavily illustrated volume on perversion. Going down the table of contents, Kathy saw one chapter that captured her imagination. It read: "Isle of Lesbos: the history, and technique of Lesbian sex." Yes, I'm going to learn starting right now, she said.
Mrs. Bryant leaned against the kitchen wall and tried to calm her screaming nerves. Since going on Welfare over a month ago, nothing had gone right for Ethel. The county department sent out a series of case workers, supervisors, claim inspectors all. Ethel was convinced, wanting to cheat her out of Welfare checks. Their snide remarks about the farm and, about Kathy and about herself had driven her to the edge. She felt savaged by the governmental bureaucracy and she hated them for it.
After a visit by a social worker, it took hours to smooth out her nervous anxiety. She usually fixed a roast or a steak and celebrated their small victory against the Welfare department.
This time she was preparing a delicious Irish stew, when Kathy returned from school.
"How was school today, dear?" she asked. Under the girl's tattered coat was a bulge which Ethel recognized as a book. "What is the book?" When Kathy pulled the volume out for her mother's perusal, Mrs. Bryant was genuinely surprised. "Why dear, what do you need this for?"
"Because it is beautiful," she said, "here just look." Kathy flipped open the cover and leafed through the pages. Ethel felt the warm flow of desire burn in her cunt. The illustrations were very explicit even for her jaded eyes. It was all there: woman fucking animals, dildo fucking, group gropes. It was all very startling for a woman like Ethel. "I don't know, dear, this book is all about women having sex with each other and I don't think a girl as young as you are should be reading such things."
"Ah, mother," said her daughter in disbelief. "We're women and we fuck all the time."
Ethel grabbed the book and slammed the covers shut. "That's different, Kathy. And besides, that has nothing to do with this filthy, obscene book. Now, get ready for dinner."
"Yes, mother," Kathy answered rejectedly. It was difficult to restrain herself from crying. The sex volume had meant a great deal to her for in it were some sex techniques that excited her to no end. For a woman who satisfied her cravings for lust by cunt-eating her daughter, her mother certainly had strange ideas about reading material.
Kathy wandered up to her room and changed her clothes for dinner. Stripping off her jeans, Kathy felt the icy fall winds blow between her legs. She dropped a hand to the panel in her underpants: it was wet! Her cunt was secreting!
The prickly warmth of sexual desire rippled through her melon breasts and down to the tiny pleasure mount of her cunt. She could not drive from her frenzied mind the excitement she had felt when looking over the illustrations. One in particular had riveted her attention. She had actually seen one woman fucking the cunt of another woman with a dildo. Now that really turned her on! It had been so long since that first fucking session with Uncle Ted. She wanted to feel his erect prick pounding her cunt walls again. And she could teach him so many things about lovemaking. Her nice, sensitive cunt could do many things to please a man. Yes it could! thought Kathy, I know I could.
When her mother called downstairs that dinner was ready, Kathy was so excited that she could hardly move. The thought of a penis wedged into her cunt slit made her skin flush with passion. Even the hot, tight opening to her bunghole was moist and perspiring. She felt on the verge of an orgasm; her skin tensed with expectation. As she descended the staircase her mind was teeming with sexual thoughts. She imagined the ripe odor of male sweat, the pungent aroma of cock juice as it spurted around her cunt slit and into her channel. As a sexual being, Kathy realized that thinking about the sex act was not going to satisfy the passion fires that burned inside her. She needed much, much more.
"Dear, you're not eating your chicken," said Ethel, mouthing a piece of dumpling from her plate. "You must eat to stay healthy."
Kathy could not handle the idle conversation that went on at the dinner table every night. "Mother, can we talk about something else."
"Of course dear, anything you want," Ethel answered.
"I want to start dating boys at school," she said. It was a lie, actually since she hardly knew any of her classmates. Still, Kathy wanted to test her mother's reaction to the idea.
"Really, Kathy!" yelled her mother. "Think about it for a minute. We're much too poor for you to go around dating boys. We have no car, no way to get you around. And I refuse to be your chaperone."
Kathy was stunned by her mother's hostile reaction. Other girls were dating in grade school and their parents, Kathy was sure, saw nothing wrong with it.
"It's not fair," cried Kathy. slamming her hands down on the table. "I want a boy friend, what's wrong with a boy friend?"
"Kathy, you're shouting," said Ethel.
But Kathy was no longer speaking as a rational being. Her thoughts were no longer dictated from the brain, but from the deepest corners of her womb. Her cunt glowed hot as molten steel and her eyes stared off into distant space.
"I want a man, right between my legs," she continued. "I want to feel his cock hardened inside my cunt."
"KATHY!"
"Mother, I do, yes, I do. I want his cock stuck in my cunt ... to feel his prick in my twat and mouth ... suck him, feel him, want his cock to fuck my face."
"Kathy, don't you talk that way," her mother commanded, rising from the dinner table. "There'll be no more talk like that, you understand, child?"
Kathy rose to her feet and mumbled aimlessly as the passioned fever fired her brain. Her skin was hot and the gooseflesh stood out like a stubborn rash across the inside of her thighs. Her mother glared at her, her eyes small burning coals that made Kathy squirm with fear. Kathy realized that if she didn't keep silent, her mother might explode. And the thought of her mother screaming and raging about the house frankly scared her.
"It's only natural to want a boy friend," she pleaded, "being stuck out on the farm all the time is a drag. I want something different."
In a blur of motion, Mrs. Bryant brought her hand around in a resounding slap across her daughter's face.
"Enough of this talk about boys. There'll be plenty of time for that later on. You're in school to learn, not to jitter bug about like a social queen."
"That's not true," screamed Kathy. Her head was still ringing from the punch, but she was not about to give into her mother this time.
"You can't stop me," Kathy said. Anger was a feeling which Kathy always suppressed when in the presence of her mother. But this time it surfaced and Kathy, furious and angry for being treated like a child, decided to strike back.
"If you can fuck Uncle Ted, then there's no reason I can't find my own boy friend."
Mrs. Bryant gave her daughter a quizzical look. "So you know about that," she said. "You've been spying on me."
Kathy realized she had made a mistake by bringing up her mother's secret relationship with Uncle Ted. But it was already too late to turn back. She stood only inches from her mother and could feel the hate boiling inside her. Kathy felt ambivalent towards her mother. Mrs. Bryant knew all the tricks of love making and just the feel of her well placed hand made Kathy's cunt gush with pleasure. But despite their passionate rounds of lovemaking, Kathy found it impossible to love her mother. As a person, Mrs. Bryant was emotionally unstable and ended up taking out her frustrations on Kathy.
"Yes, mother, I saw you," she said unblinkingly. "I watched you in the bedroom, your legs spread open so Uncle Ted could stick his cock up your cunt."
"Is that all?" she asked.
"No, it isn't. I watched him drive his cock in and out until you begged for mercy," she explained, "then I saw Uncle Ted pull you over the bed and fuck you in the rear like an animal. And that's what you are, a fuck crazed animal!"
Kathy's breath came in short, fast gulps as the words tumbled out from her mouth. She had not meant to call her mother an animal or to mention the unusual fucking position, but somehow she had lost control of herself and the words kept spilling out.
Mrs. Bryant glared at her daughter, listening to every word of her confession. It was obvious that Kathy had watched her perform love with Uncle Ted more than once, that perhaps she had seen them many, many times. Her blood raced in her veins and her temples pounded with desire. The all too familiar feeling of lust burned in every cell of her body. To her own twisted way of thinking, hate was only an extension of the greater, more encompassing emotion of lust. Her mind swirled with sensations as her eyes explored the ripe fullness of her daughter's firm tits and the gentle curve of her cunt valley. Mrs. Bryant could smell the fear building in her daughter's body, and it excited to even greater heights.
"An animal," she said. "Do you say that because your Uncle Ted made me scream and cry out in excitement?"
"Yes. And because you are an animal," yelled Kathy. "You'd do anything to satisfy your body's demands."
"And that makes me an animal?" she said. "Because I'm good to myself and take pleasure wherever I can."
Kathy felt confused by the conversation. Her body was going through some unusual changes for it both shook with fear and burned with passion. She could smell her own cunt juice as it seeped into her panties. Her tit mounds hardened into little knots. Kathy felt dazed and was not prepared for her mother's hand as it grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped the garment from her body.
"Perhaps, there are a few other things about lovemaking that I should have taught you," said Mrs. Bryant, pulling her daughter to the floor. Kathy screamed and squirmed in her grasp, but the teenage girl was no match, as Ethel held the girl down while quickly removing her Levi's.
"Stop, mother! Stop!" pleaded Kathy, though the twin passions of fear and lust seemed to pull her in different directions.
Ethel, however, had no such problems. Her body lusted for sex, and she would not feel satisfied until her daughter's juicy, button-like pussy surrounded her face. And more, she thought, much more. Ethel wanted not only to eat and lick her daughter, but she felt the desire to shove a cock in between her daughter's legs. She realized that only a rock-hard cock thrusting and ripping inside Kathy's loins could make her daughter take back the awful things she had said about her.
"No, mother! I don't want it now!" screamed Kathy. Mrs. Bryant slapped the girl once again across the face and in the same motion rolled her over. She rubbed her hand into the girl's passion triangle, spreading her hot cunt juice over the clitoris and around the pink gash slit.
"Fuck, if you don't want it! Your cunt is just begging for my hungry mouth," said Ethel, ducking her head down to the fertile "V" of her daughter's twat and wrapping her lips around the erect clitoris sticking through the matted pubic hair.
"Hhhhmmmm!" moaned Kathy as the full heat of her mother's sucking mouth penetrated the deepest recesses of her passion-filled belly. Though she hated her mother as a person, Kathy could not resist her sensual advances. Her cunt felt warm and prickly with excitement. Leaning back, Kathy undulated her hips, pumping her cunt-opening around Ethel's rigid tongue.
"Now I'm going to fuck you good and hard," she said, removing her mouth from Kathy's love channel. Rising up between her outstretched legs, Mrs. Bryant removed her blouse and slowly stripped off her slacks. Kathy noticed her mother was not wearing either a bra or panties. She also realized that her mother was excited in a way that seemed strange and mysterious. Kathy saw that her mother's cunt was very wet and her nipples were tumescent and full of life. Whatever had fired her mother's passions, Kathy realized that she would be unable to resist and would do anything asked of her.
"Are you ready to receive the greatest thrill of your life?" Ethel said, kneeling in between Kathy's shaking thighs. "This will drive you right through the ceiling." She placed her hand on Kathy's pubic bush and began rubbing her palm across the slick cunt mound, inserting her finger up Kathy's gash.
"Oooohhh My God!! That feels so good!" cried Kathy, humping her twat against the hand. The finger burrowed into her slit, stroking the nerve tingling cunt walls at a dizzy pace. She felt her cunt juice slosh around and trickle down the inside of her thighs. She loved kneeling above while the hand pounded love rhythms on her cunt mound. That way, Kathy could hump the rigid finger as it probed her cunt. Fucking in this manner, made her cum so hard that on several occasions, Kathy had thought she might fuck herself into jelly.
"Oooooo, that's good. Keep fingering my cunt," she said. Kathy was so excited with the fine tooling of her twat, that she wasn't aware of her mother. From the table, Ethel had pulled down leftovers from their meal they had just completed. Stroking Kathy's warm cunt at an ever increasing rate, Ethel dipped her free hand into the warm brown gravy.
"Here it comes, sweetie, thick and hot, just the way you like it!" Ethel said, cupping a handful of gravy and spreading around the girl's cunt mouth.
"Aaaaiiieee! Oh, what's that! Oh nice! How nice that feels on my hot cunt," exclaimed Kathy. It was a novel experience for her and she took to the gravy bath immediately. Kathy humped her ass cheeks back and forth while her mother saturated the girl with chicken gravy. She hand-ladled the hot liquid down the channel of her ass cheeks and in and around Kathy's juicing cunt.
"I've got something else for you. Something good and juicy." Ethel smeared a handful of cranberry jelly on Kathy's ass cheeks, spreading the sweet tasting goo from clit to bung hole. This too, her daughter snapped up, hunching her firm buttocks back and forth while Ethel feverishly stroked her cunt and ass.
Ethel felt a flush of excitement spread through her body. She had never stuck her tongue in Kathy's asshole before. But that is exactly what she wanted to do. Spreading the girl's ass cheeks apart, Ethel stared down at the pink sphincter muscle that winked back at her. Her hands were trembling and Ethel felt the nerves tighten up in her cunt. Taking a breath, Mrs. Bryant lowered her face between her daughter's ass cheeks and pushed her tongue against the virgin hardness of her bung hole.
"Ooooohhhh! My! WWWWOOWWWW!" exclaimed Kathy. In her wildest sex dreams, she had never considered her asshole. It hurt when her mother pushed against the hole-muscle, but in a way the pain excited her cunt. It was a strange sensation, for the more her ass hurt, the hotter her cunt became.
"I'm so tight! It hurts. Please, it hurts so!" cried Kathy. The supplications of her daughter did not stop her passion enraged mother from fulfilling her sexual fantasy. She had positioned Kathy in such a way that her ass cheeks were thrusted outward and her thighs were spread wide apart. Ethel knew it was impossible for her daughter to move just as it was equally impossible to stop her from using her daughter's sensuous body to fulfill her lust.
"Here, this will make it stop hurting," said Mrs. Bryant, greasing her finger in butter and inserting it into Kathy's bunghole.
Kathy groaned as the finger entered her ass channel. She had seen a picture of anal lovemaking once, but not in her wildest dreams had she thought her mother would be the one to deflower her asshole.
"It hurts, mother. Please let me go. It hurts back there," she pleaded, but her words fell on deaf ears. Mrs. Bryant continued stroking the girl's rigid butt muscles, moving her finger in and out of the tight sphincter. It was a ring of purplish-pink muscle and Mrs. Bryant realized it would take more time than she had to loosen it up. For at that moment, Ethel's cunt, that barometer of her flaming passion, was screaming for satisfaction. Every atom of her being demanded to feel sexual release.
"Okay, baby, here comes my cock. Real good and hard just the way you like it," screamed Ethel, in a strange pig-squeal voice. Reaching behind her, Ethel grabbed hold of the object she sought for: the candle. The abnormally large candle was almost a foot long with a slow taper that went from the size of a baby finger to the thickness of a broom handle. Ethel blew the flame out and inserted the hot end into Kathy's crack.
"Oh, no! Oh God, no!" the girl screamed, as hot wax dripped in her ass channel, "Oh stop! Jesus, please, no more!" But she was helpless just then and when the wax dried, Kathy felt a new and even stronger sensation. Her cunt was actually juicing again, even harder than before. Even the gooseflesh surrounding her sphincter ring glowed with renewed warmth. She couldn't remember a time when both her holes felt alive with the prickly sensation of excited nerves. God, what if I cum in both holes? Kathy thought.
When Mrs. Bryant saw the change in her daughter's attitude, she wasted no time driving the candle deeper into her cunt. "Ohhhh! Too fast! You're splitting me in two!" screamed her daughter. But Ethel kept plunging the candle deeper into her asshole.
"I'll teach the little bitch," Ethel murmured to herself. She reached under and inserted her finger once more into Kathy's soft, juicy asshole.
"Oh, please," protested her daughter. Then, as the passion waves spread out from her cunt mound, her voice tone began to change.
"Ahhhh, so good, so good. In mother! That's right! in deeper ... Oh, God, I can feel it crawl inside me ... Up my cunt and asshole ... Deeper and deeper, yes ... Stick it in ... STICK IT IN ... RIGHT INSIDE!"
Ethel plunged the joy stick a good two-thirds of its length inside Kathy's asshole. Cunt juice rolled from her fingers, and the smoldering coal of lust jangled her ecstatic nerves. She felt alternate waves of pleasure and exhaustion, as if high powered electric charges were overloading her depleted nervous system.
Ethel had worked the joy stick into Kathy's asshole by plunging the instrument in, then backing off to allow her asshole to adjust to the candle's increased thickness. But she knew it was impossible to keep going at the present rate. Her cunt was much too hot and demanding. She needed action immediately.
She knelt between her daughter's ass cheeks once more and held the thick-end of the candle in her hand while she finger-fucked her daughter's cunt with the other.
"Here's that big cock you wanted," Ethel screamed. "So big and hard ... here it comes, right between your cheeks." Grabbing the end firmly in her hand, Ethel shoved the object up her ass channel.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!! JESUS GOD!!!!" screamed Kathy, her body paralyzed with pain.
Again, Ethel plunged the weighty candle deep into Kathy's bunghole.
"Aaaahhhh! Take it out! Stop! You're killing me," yelled Kathy as her asshole sloshed with foot-long fake cock. "Oh no! I can't stand it anymore!"
But Ethel was not through with Kathy as she rammed the phallus home again and again. She sensed that Kathy was almost there, almost ready to explode with the wildest orgasm of her life. And she wasn't going to stop now, not for Kathy, not for anyone.
"Buck your hips! Take this cock home! Take it all the way up your ass slit!" Ethel screamed, plunging the wax phallus into the mush hole of her ass. The big stick pounded harder and harder against Kathy's ass cheeks, making small 'plopping' noises as the shaft jerked out of her channel.
Kathy felt so crazy with excitement she didn't know what to do. A wave of blinding passion rolled through her body. It burned her tit mounds and settled in the deepest areas of her belly. Kathy instinctively thrust her hips back and forth dog style so she could receive every plunging thrust of the joy stick. An orgasm was perched at the entry of her ass channel ready to explode in a multitude of pleasure sensations.
"CUMMING! I'M CUMMING HARD!!!" she screamed, bucking and butt thrusting in a blur of muscle movement. Ethel watched until she couldn't resist the urge any longer. She pulled the massive joy stick from Kathy's asshole and plunged her face between her tender cheeks.
"CUMMING RIGHT THIS SECOND!!" she screamed as Ethel whipped her raspy tongue in and out of Kathy's swollen asshole while she finger-fucked her cunt.
"Aaaaahhhh! Yessssss! Cummmmiiinnnggg!" screamed the teenage girl, lost in a swirling cloud of fuck fever. Harder and harder she thrusted her ass out, only to be eaten and sucked into a greater pleasure frenzy.
Ethel was a madwoman. She dug her fingers into the white mounds of Kathy's cheeks and drew herself up so she could eat Kathy's cunt and asshole with the same stroke.
"Cum, you bitch! Cum on me! Damn it, spray your love juice on my face! Cum!! Cum, right now!!" she screamed.
Kathy pumped her hips faster than she thought possible, rubbing her cunt slit along the tip of Ethel's tongue. Her mind exploded in a shower of sparks as her cunt lips hardened up and spewed out a gusher of fuck juice.
"Ooooo!!!" she panted. "Oh God! Cumming!" Kathy collapsed to the floor whimpering as orgasm after orgasm flowed through her spent body. Her vision came and went, like a camera lens zooming in and out. She felt violated to the very core of her being, and at the same time a strong, powerful feeling of joy and freedom sprang from her tortured cunt. Kathy felt that she had been born again so complete had been her mother's sexual cleansing.
Ethel had also collapsed, the after shocks of her orgasm pounding rhythms in her chest. She could still taste the ripe juices of Kathy's cunt and the even stronger odor from her bunghole. She felt exposed and humiliated by her impulsive ass eating. Yet she had no control over the secret passion voice that lived deep inside her cunt. She realized a long time ago, that to disobey that voice was to disobey her own needs. She could no sooner refuse the wishes of her cunt voice than she could refuse to breathe life into her lungs.
She rolled on her back and raised her stink-smelling hand to her face and licked the juice from her fingers. Kathy rolled over on her back and stared up vacantly at the ceiling.
"Ooooooo," Ethel mumbled, her spaced out mind groping for words. "That was very nice, mother. Very nice indeed."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Frank Aborn rarely stopped to pick up hitch-hikers. It wasn't that he disliked them or that he disapproved of their thumbing rides. "I don't blame these kids a bit," he explained on one occasion, "if the price of cars goes any higher, I might start doing it myself."
The real reason Frank never stopped to give free rides had nothing to do with hitch-hikers or even the element of danger that surrounded them. Frank's reason was simple: he didn't know how to talk to strangers.
He always felt tongue-tied in the company of a person he didn't know through business or his small circle of friends. Which was unusual in a way, because in his line of work, a sales representative for a toy manufacturer, Frank had to be very outgoing with the public.
Still, that was the way he was, and Frank never questioned his motives. His self-examination when it came to hitch-hikers would probably never have occurred, if he didn't see so many on the road. On a cross country trio, something he did at least once a month, Frank might see dozens of kids spread out along the highway, all looking for that one, long ride.
There was also that adventuresome element about the hitch-hiker which made his blood boil and his cock turn hard. Friends had told him wildly erotic stories about their successful encounters with young hitch-hikers. And he had seen an adult movie in Cleveland once where three business men really fucked up a storm with a fifteen-year-old girl of the road.
So the element was there. Just as there was a good chance of getting rolled or beaten up by some punk kid, there was the distinct possibility of meeting a young girl interested in exchanging her favors for a long ride to somewhere.
"Well, horseshit," reasoned Frank, "if it happens, it happens and no amount of thinking is going to change it."
He looked up at the huge, green Interstate sign that read: Gibbsville Next Exit. Frank had no intention of going to Gibbsville, which to him was just one more backwater refuge. But he knew the rest area just off the freeway was a clean, friendly place that served up delicious food. He always made the stop whenever possible, and looking at his watch, Frank saw there was plenty of time before his next scheduled appointment in Joliet. He pulled on the steering wheel and the big Chrysler swerved onto the off-ramp and bee-lined straight for the coffee shop.
Frank could almost taste the hot sausage and bacon as he strolled up to the counter and gave the pert waitress his order.
She was pretty in the homey, uncomplicated way that most waitresses are and she wore a low cut, high hemmed uniform which made her look even more appealing. When she bent down to get his coffee cup, Frank could clearly see the outline of her panties, and his imagination spurred on by her panties and the prospect of another dull sales meeting, went to work.
They would meet, he imagined after her shift and find the nearest motel possible to quench the deep throb of their sexual desires. He would come to her and pull the frilly bra and panties from her body.
"You like fucking, don't you, sweetheart," he'd say, waving his big cock out in front of him.
"Oh, yes, yes, I do," she'd say. In his imagined love bout, she reached for his erect cock and handled it gently as though it were very delicate. As she held his rod, she kissed and licked the cockhead, then tongue-licked her way down the shaft until she was licking and kissing his throbbing nuts.
"Now suck it, sweetie. I want my cock inside your mouth," he ordered, watching her mouth quiver with excitement. She opened up and swallowed his flickering cock.
"Oh, yessss!!! Suck!! Deep throat my cock!!!" he screamed while he fucked her face with long, pile driving strokes.
When the waitress brought his order of eggs and coffee, Frank's cock was so hard and tense that he thought of going to the head and beating it into submission. No doubt about it, his cock was just begging for some action, and Frank was not sure if he could last until New Mexico, almost two days away.
Frank was so engrossed in his sexual thoughts, that he was unaware of the blonde-haired girl sitting next to him at the counter until she asked, "Going to New Mexico?"
His head spun. "What did you say?" he asked her, his mind still occupied with seducing the coffee shop waitress. The thought vanished quickly as he turned his attention to this new girl. Frank realized from previous experience that waitresses have moronic mentalities, more attuned to daytime TV than to sexual liaisons. Besides, this new girl was much prettier and much younger.
"Yes, I'm going to Albuquerque," he said. "How did you know, young lady?"
"Saw your license plate," she said. "I was standing outside when you pulled up."
The smile dimmed on Frank's face as he realized his new friend had more things on her mind than conversation. She wore heavy, outdoor clothing and carried a tightly rolled sleeping bag with a card board sign attached to the side.
Frank's heart missed a beat. My God, he thought. She's a hitchhiker and she's hitting me up for a ride. His first reaction was to brush her off, but that seemed impossible now that she knew his destination. Besides, she did not look like the average hitch hiker. She was young and very pretty with nice, rounded breasts and hips that asserted themselves even under the heavy clothing. Frank felt an uncontrolled throbbing in his crotch. Christ, she looks just like those sleazy actresses he had enjoyed so much in the Cleveland adult film.
Kathy felt the man's eyes boring into her. It was an unnerving experience, like having a stranger watch her take a shower. But Kathy was not apprehensive about accepting a ride. She was a good judge of character and something in this man's dark, mysterious manner, told her he was all right. .
"I'm going that way, can you give me a ride?" she asked. "I really need a ride, it's so cold outside."
"Yeah, why not," Frank said. "But it takes two days. I gotta stop in Oklahoma City on business."
Frank threw three dollars on the breakfast check and rose to leave. Though the girl was half his age and perhaps less than half his weight, Frank felt a nervous flutter inside his chest. After all it was his first hitchhiker, he thought. But also it was a chance to spend what would be an otherwise dull driving trip in the company of a sexy looking hippie chick. Frank groaned silently at the sound of his words; because those were the exact words from the porn film he had enjoyed so much. It didn't take much to imagine this hippie chick pulling his blood gorged cock out and sucking him down. She was a girl hitchhiker alone and that meant the chick wasn't completely naive about the consequences when accepting long distance rides from strange men. Or did it? Frank's brain throbbed with uncertainty. It could mean a million things for all he knew. But anyway, since they were locked into this trip together, he, Frank Aborn, was going to find out about this girl.
"You live in Albuquerque," he asked, roaring the Chrysler back onto the freeway. Looking at his watch, Frank estimated their arrival time in Oklahoma City at about ten at night.
"Sort of," said Kathy. "Actually I'm visiting my father in San Diego."
"I hope he doesn't mind you hitchhiking along," said Frank, "otherwise I'll have to let you off at the next coffee shop."
The last thing Kathy wanted was to miss this lucky ride to New Mexico. Her mother would be arriving home any minute and would find her note. She needed to put as many miles as possible between her mother and herself.
"No, daddy doesn't mind. He thinks a girl should get lots of experience when she's young."
Frank was so excited that he almost swerved the car off the road. The girl could be right out of the blue movies the way she talked. Frank's cock was hard as rock and in another minute he was sure the cockhead might burst through his underwear.
Kathy felt a tingling glow in her tits. Her obsession with sex had reached a peak where she could sense lust vibrations in others. And in her mind, there was no doubt about her new friend Frank, that he was aroused and wanted sex.
"I hope you're old enough to travel alone," said Frank. "I know the law is a stupid one, but gills have to be at least eighteen."
Kathy realized that she needed sex very soon. Her tits bulged like ripe melons under her sweater and her cunt burned with the mysterious heat of sex. She moved close to Frank and put her hand on the inside of his thigh.
"Hey, hey, that's just how I like it," chuckled Frank. He picked her hand up and moved across his lap to the bulge in his crotch.
"My goodness, you're hard," she said genuinely surprised by his cock size. She rubbed the bulge until his cock erected, forming a miniature tent in his woolen trousers. Kathy giggled to herself, for he was only the second man she'd ever fondled.
But that did not stop her from pulling the zipper back and letting his cock shaft spring free.
"Oh, Jesus, look at that," shouted Frank in amazement. "My cock is sticking straight up in the air."
Kathy slipped her fingers around his meat and frigged the pliant shaft skin until the penis head turned dark red. "See how hard and thick your cock is," she explained, "and how red the end is. You must be very excited, just like Uncle Ted. His cock got very hard and red before he came."
"Oh, yes, Christ! That's right! I could cum right this second," he yelled.
Kathy dropped her hand between his thighs and stroked his swollen nuts. She was constantly amazed at how soft and excitable a man's testicles were. They had an hypnotic effect upon her. The feel of his nuts slipping through her fingers made her cunt hot and sweaty for sex. His genitals made her want to feel the plunge and thrust of cockmeat inside the deepest regions of her cunt channel. There was something dangerous and awesomely powerful about a man's nuts; that it was these two objects that made the penis hard and jetted the cockcream into her channel. Stroking his testicles made her burn with the fever of sex and lust.
But first, before she could totally satisfy her passion, Kathy had to satisfy Frank's insistent cock.
"I'm gonna eat your cock," she said, gripping his handsome tool. "I'm gonna suck and lick your beautiful prick until you cum down my throat."
"Ooooo, yes! Just stick in," screamed Frank. He was barely able to believe his good fortune. Twenty minutes out of Gibbsville, and he had this young nymph sucking his joint.
"What a hot mouth you have. Keep sucking. That's right. Suck! Suck!"
Kathy had learned a good many sexual tricks since balling with Uncle Ted. She wrapped her lips around the cock head and sucked the puckered skin while yanking his nuts with her hand. The shaft bucked excitedly in her mouth, and she plunged rapidly up and down the burning member. She realized that cock sucking was an art and she loved exciting men, not to mention enjoying the taste of cock meat in her mouth. She raked her teeth lightly over the head and when his penis surged, she wrapped her lips around him and pumped her face up and down his cock.
"Cuming! Great God, I'm cumming in your mouth!" Frank screamed, thrusting his throbbing joy stick harder than he ever had.
Kathy furiously rubbed his nut sack and gripped his prick; the penis hole dilated and a jet of hot cum cream shot to the back of her throat.
"Aaaaiiieee! Fuck your face! I'm cumming! Cumming so fucking hard!"
A second and third jet of cock cream shot into her throat. Then the shaft pushed through her lips and buried itself at the back of her tongue. Kathy clamped her throat muscles down on the cock and sucked the tip while white, sticky juice filled her face.
"Ohhhh! that was the best blow job I ever had," moaned Frank.
"What a face you have. I love fucking your face, sweetheart." Frank pulled Kathy's head up from his lap and put an arm around her. Her mouth was parted and he noticed cum residue dripping out, Frank fingered the mayonnaise-thick cum and let Kathy lick his finger.
Frank was ecstatic with his new girl friend, and he felt like kicking himself for not picking up more hitchhikers.
"We're going to have a lot of fun, tonight," he said, "I know so many ways to make girls cum. We're going to orgasm all night. Oh, yes, you're going to like my big cock. I'll stick it in your cunt and your mouth and make you juice and juice all night. Oh, yes, I have a really good cock, just waiting to fuck your pussy."
Kathy felt relieved now that her mouth had been sprayed so well with cock cream. Frank was right. His cock was very big and tasty. She could imagine how good it would feel to have him thrusting his cock between her thighs. Her cunt itched at the thought of another big, handsome prick plugging her pussy lips. Oh, yes, that would be very nice, she thought.
Kathy took a nap against Frank's shoulder and when she woke up, it was nighttime and the sky was lit up with a million electric lights.
She saw the neon sign of a motel outside the windshield. Frank was walking back from the office, snapping a door key in his hand.
"Here we are, just like I promised," Frank said. "Oklahoma City. We'll stay here tonight before going on to Albuquerque."
Kathy was half groggy as she climbed out of the car, but by the time the room door was open and she was standing inside without a single light on to disturb her senses, Kathy was very much awake. An evening chill goosefleshed her skin into thousands of small, prickly bumps. She listened to her lungs suck in long, deep breaths of air. Next to her she heard Frank approaching, the air pumping in and out of his lungs. He's panting, Kathy thought excitedly. He sounds hot enough to explode.
And indeed Frank felt emotionally fired. For four hundred miles, he had relived that beautiful moment of jizzing inside Kathy's mouth. His cock stood erect, rock-hard and thick around as a wrist bone. His soft nuts swelled inside his ball sack. He was determined to fuck Kathy as she had never been fucked before.
She felt his warm hands dive into her blouse and pinch the tight, pink nipples that capped her jutting tit mounds.
"Ohhhh! I like my tits being rubbed," she exclaimed.
"I bet you do," said Frank, rubbing the pointed nipple ends. "I bet that's the greatest feeling in the world for a girl with nice, big tits like yours. Feel how your tits roll between my fingers. See how excited and tense the little ones are."
Kathy groaned with excitement. "Ohhh, yes! That's so nice. Rubbing that way makes me warm and tingly all over."
"I know that, Kathy," said Frank, stroking her into deeper, more profound pleasure. "Your big tits are like little furnaces. They heat your whole body up and make your cunt hot and begging to be licked and sucked."
"That would be the greatest pleasure in the world," Kathy said. "It feels so good when you tease my nipples ... Ooooohhhh! God that excites me!" She quickly discarded her shirt and pulled off her pants. She wore only her panties. These she left for Frank to take care of.
"Hey, baby watch this," he said, standing up, his body outlined in the clear evening moonlight. Suddenly he dropped his pants, and his rock hard cock leapt out before Kathy's startled eyes.
"Oh, Jesus, what a beautiful cock," she exclaimed, pulling on the shaft with her forefingers. "God, that's the biggest piece of prick meat I've ever seen."
They moved to embrace each other, and their mouths met, open and mashing each other. Frank continued finger flicking Kathy's breast while his other hand swept down into the wet mound of her cunt.
"Oh, God, Frank, that's wonderful," moaned Kathy as a forefinger popped into her channel. She moved and squirmed her thighs so her juicy snatch was spread open and ready for Frank's finger fucking. At the same time, Frank was busy with her breast, holding it up to his mouth and letting the hard red nipple slide into his mouth.
"Aaaarrrrggghhh!" screamed Kathy. She felt the twin pleasures of his mouth and hand working on her body. Frank sucked hard on her nipple, washing it thoroughly with his tongue, before releasing her breast.
"God, you have nice tits," he exclaimed, "it's been a long time since I've sucked tits like that. They're big and hard like ripe melons."
Kathy was proud of her firm, young breasts, but she'd never known them to give her so much pleasure. The ends were spit-wet from Frank's mouth and squeaked as his fingers teased the ends.
"Oh, no, Frank! Stop," she cried. "No more!"
"Then you don't want anymore tit sucking?" he asked as he cupped one large, heaving breast in his hand.
"Not now, Frank. Give me what I want first," she pleaded. "You promised me a good fucking, that's what I want. Use that big, wonderful cock of yours. I know it'll feel good and tight up my cunt. Just stick it in my pussy and start fucking."
"That really excites me when you talk dirty," said Frank, amazed that such words had come from such a young, quiet spoken girl. Kathy was also surprised, though she knew very well that she was capable of doing or saying anything when the lust-fever came over her.
"I'm going to stick my cock so far into your belly," said Frank, "that you'll taste me in your throat. But first, I'm going to make you juice on my tongue."
Frank ripped her legs apart, and pulling up on Kathy's asscheeks, rammed his tongue deep into her gash.
"Yeeeeaaaahhh! Boy! Do you know how to make me happy," screamed Kathy, as the darting tongue lashed into her glowing cunt. Frank was a magician the way he could push his tongue into her pussy lips and suck the cunt juice from her channel. His tongue seemed everywhere at once, licking her clitoris, sucking her cunt juice, or washing her pubic mound.
Kathy thought she had felt everything a woman could feel, until Frank started cleaning out her cunt. She felt helpless under his lusting tongue stabs and the most she could do was lay back, and wait for the good fucking she deserved.
"Oh stick it in, Frank! Stick it in," she pleaded. "I want it now ... need it inside me ... Give me that big, hard prick of yours!"
"All right, baby, here it is," he said. "Thick and hard, just the way I promised." Frank waved his massive cock out in front of Kathy like a club, letting her touch and kiss the end. Then, pulling her to the edge of the bed, Frank kneeled on the floor so his cock paralleled the open mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, baby, are you going to get a good fucking," he said, "and one you won't forget soon!" Crouching low, Frank spread Kathy's cunt lips as far out as they could go, then grabbing her ass cheeks for support, he punched his took down her cunt channel. It was almost too much cock for her young cunt, yet Kathy managed to keep it inside while her pussy lips stretched to accommodate the extraordinarily thick shaft.
"Your cock is so big!" she gasped. "It's what I've needed and wanted all these months! A big cock ... a beautiful big cock ... pumped into my cunt."
Positioning his hips, Frank grabbed the girl's trim, young torso so she could not move. Then, he wrenched his cock completely out of her cunt, freeing the shaft from the cunt mouth, before jerking his hips, plunging his cock back into her belly.
"AAAIIIGGGHHH!!! Yes! Yes!" Kathy screamed, bunching her hips around his stabbing spear.
"That's right, baby, pump my cock," said Frank, bucking his hips once again. "Let my dick stick in you good and deep."
Kathy pumped her cunt box around his imprisoned dick, until she thought she might faint. Frank's hands dug into her ass cheeks, sending shots of pleasure-pain to the red nipple ends of her breasts. Her cunt felt tight and strong despite the pounding abuse Frank was giving it. She realized that her horny little cunt was not prepared for Frank's savage love play and that she was very close to orgasm. Her cunt, however, did not want to release the imprisoned prick stuck deep in her womb. It felt warm and soft inside her. She wanted to milk the shaft for every last drop of white cum juice. More than anything, she wanted Frank to shoot his hot load of juice into her belly and let the tortured cunt walls drown in his sticky fluid.
"Oh, Frank, I'm going to cum ... have to cum ... right this minute. Jesus, just stick it in as hard and strong as possible."
Frank pumped her cunt harder than he had ever pumped a girl. Her legs folded back in a sloppy V shape and his elevated nuts banged against the cunt door.
"Fuck me hard, Frank ... Fuck me GOOD AND HARD!"
"Okay, baby, here comes my load. Good, hot sperm right into your belly. Don't miss a drop, baby, it's so good and hot!"
Kathy reared back as best she could, and took his final stroke full force. Her cunt went rigid and in a flash of sparks, the cunt juice washed from her slit as Frank's hot, gushing cum flooded her channel.
"AAAAHHHH!!!" she moaned milking his cock with undulating hip thrusts, "So warm and good ... Ooooohhhh!!! Here comes another load ... Shoot it in, Frank ... Shoooootttt cum in my cunt."
Frank reared back and pumped his hips. He'd never cum so hard in his whole life. Jet after jet of cum fluid spurted from his throbbing dick into her cunt. And she wanted still more, he thought, pushing his exhausted body into still smother climax. The warm, comfortable flesh of her cunt sucked voraciously at his sperm fluid, draining his energy and strength.
Frank clutched her ass cheeks and buried his cock in a final fuck-frenzy flurry. Holding her cunt against his cock, Frank felt his own spent cum ooze from her cunt into his pubic hair.
"Baby, you're done filled to the brim with my cum," he said. "Feel, that warm cock juice run down your legs. That's thick cum salty and extra warm, just the way you like it."
Frank washed his hand in the spent cum and held it up for her to lick off.
"Hhhhmmmm! That's the best sperm cum I've ever tasted," said Kathy. "It's so thick with plenty of cum wads. Good hard cum!" She pulled the wilted cock from her slit and bent down to clean off the fast congealing cock cream with her tongue. The fluid felt like heavy syrup sliding down her throat, and Kathy made sure not to miss a single drop.
"I love your cock, Frank," she said, snuggling into his arms. "And I want to keep on loving it all the way to New Mexico. And I'll make sure it gets proper treatment."
CHAPTER NINE
When Kathy woke up fresh from a deep, untroubled sleep, the mid-morning sunlight streamed through the window, and Frank was gone to his business meeting.
She yawned lazily and pulled the covers back to greet the day. "So this is Oklahoma City," she mused, looking around the clean motel room that had served her so well the previous night. She rose from the bed and walked nude into the shower. The cum had dried on her cunt, forming a crusty, white surface. There was cum everywhere, Kathy noticed, so much that it was hard to imagine one cock filled with so much juice. Kathy picked up the soap bar and cleaned her breasts, cunt mouth and ass slit. She let the water run until only cold water was left, then stepped out and wiped her clean skin.
"Jesus Christ!" shouted Frank from the bedroom, "I should've known better."
Hearing the sound of his voice, Kathy wrapped the towel around her and headed into the bedroom. "You're back early," she said. And he was, though Kathy realized something was bothering him. She saw her Levi's crumpled up on the floor where Frank had dropped them. He was holding her wallet open, apparently reading her ID's.
"You're only thirteen," he said incredulously. "If the police ever caught me, I'd get life in prison!"
Kathy thought at first that Frank was making fun because she was so young. "Why would the police arrest us," she asked. "We've done nothing wrong?"
"You don't think so. Well, neither do I," said Frank. "But that makes no difference in the eyes of the law. You're under eighteen, Kathy, in fact ... Christ! ... you're under sixteen ... Oh, Jesus! Am I in the deep shit!"
"You mean ... because of last night...." she said. It sounded like a wild, silly dream to her. "How can two people be punished for having sex. That's a silly law. I wanted to have sex ... Needed it ... I want to have more sex, all the time. Now there's a law against it."
"That there is, sweetheart. A very stupid law that says you cannot have good, exciting sex until you're eighteen. Even if your body is screaming and begging for my lips all over your tits and cunt, I can't give you the good fucking you deserve. If I do, then I've broken the law."
"Well, that's a stupid law," said Kathy angrily. At times, she felt the whole world was working against her. Her sex life was her own business and she thought it was an invasion of her individual rights for society to prohibit her satisfying the burning needs of her cunt whenever and wherever she pleased.
"Hurry up," said Frank, hefting the suitcase and bolting for the door. "For God's sake, get moving!"
Kathy jumped into her pants and blouse. She grabbed the sleeping bag and throwing it over her shoulder, hurried out the door to the parked Chrysler. She was nervous, though she did not share Frank's frantic urgency to get in the car and be off. Her mind was in a state of disbelief. How could anyone make up stupid laws like this one.
It seemed highly improbable to her, but to Frank, statutory rape laws were a living, breathing reality. The thought of getting caught with this little sex bomb on the seat beside him made his flesh crawl. Oklahoma City, for all its recent affluence and recently acquired cultural airs was still very much a frontier town. They still have lynching laws here, he thought, anything might happen. It was not hard to imagine the newspaper headlines: Sex Fiend Apprehended with thirteen-year-old girl. He was not a sex fiend, but how was he going to tell a hard bitten Oklahoma judge the truth. Your honor I am not a sex fiend. My only offense, if you call it that, was picking this charming young girl up in Illinois and transporting her across state lines for the purpose of fizzing her tight cunt slit full of cock cream in the privacy of on? of your fine, roadside motels.
Frank knew he was on the horns of a dilemma. He was innocent of any wrong doing, but how was he to prove his innocence in a court room? The simple truth was he couldn't. If the court decided he was guilty, then he would land in jail with a life sentence.
That was the very minimum, Frank thought, because in a rough and tumble town like Oklahoma City anything was possible. It was not hard to imagine a group of angry citizens breaking down the jail. Vigilante Justice! Oh God! My ass is in a sling, he thought, steering through the midmorning freeway traffic. He could see the mob tearing at his flesh, shooting him full of bullet holes, lynching him in the streets, peeling the flesh off his body. The list of atrocities awaiting him was endless, realized Frank.
So he couldn't get caught, at least not in Oklahoma. But at the same time he didn't know what to do with the girl. She was like a live time bomb attached to his chest. She was the proof of his evening's blinding passion, the living, breathing evidence, the victim still in the clutches of her abductor. She was the so-called smoking gun in his case, the final nail in his coffin. The cops would give Kathy a sperm check (and God, how they would fondle her ripe cunt with cotton swabs!), find her loaded with his juice and that was all the evidence the judge would need to put him away.
But Frank realized he could not pull the car off the road and ditch her for someone else to pick up. She might easily fall into the hands of the police and God knows, that was the last thing he wanted to happen.
So she was with him until Albuquerque or until a better idea came in his mind. But he wasn't counting on such brain flashes, just enough luck to get into New Mexico.
"You look real uptight, Frank," said Kathy, snuggling up to him. His mind went swirling in a stream of wild thoughts each more painful than the last. Upset! How could he tell a thirteen-year-old the depths of his mental anguish. The answer was he couldn't, that she wouldn't understand, just as she could not understand society's condemnation of a middle-aged man who enjoyed sticking his cock in a young girl's mouth. Frank knew he was in more trouble than he imagined possible. Already the girl's parents had notified the police that their little girl was missing, perhaps even kidnapped. Frank groaned again. Kidnapping was a federal charge and meant the FBI was being sent into the chase. And if the girl's folks were rich enough, and he had no reason to doubt that they weren't, an eight state alert was probably going over the radio air waves right this second.
"I'm really in it," he moaned, "In deep, way above my head." His hand hovered over the radio knob as he summoned the nerve to flick it on. His life passed quickly before his eyes; a condemned man reliving a lifetime in the space of a few seconds.
"What's the matter, Frank," Kathy asked again.
"My whole life is ruined because of you," he said. "I never pick up hitchhikers, you're the very first one, and now every cop in the world is after me."
"That's silly," answered Kathy. "I bet mother doesn't even miss me. Besides I wrote her a note telling her about my plans to leave home and find my father."
"Ooooohhhh, nnnnooo," he groaned, "That seals my doom. It would probably go better if I just turned myself in at the nearest police check point. Just turn the car over and tell them I'm the rapist and leave it at that."
"You'll do no such thing," snapped Kathy. For the first time, Kathy realized that Frank was genuinely worried about the police. How would anyone know which car she got a ride in? There must be tens of thousands of cars on the Interstate highway and what were the police supposed to do, stop everyone. No, she reasoned, searching every car would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. Still, she reasoned, it couldn't hurt to duck down in the seat so her head was not visible to passing motorists.
It was not the most comfortable position to sit in, but it was better than standing out along the roadside, waiting for another ride. Anything was better than that.
Frank's mind felt overloaded with wild, uncontrollable thoughts. He wanted to kick himself for being so stupid. Normal, untroubled, thirteen-year-old girls are not found hitchhiking alongside the highway. They end up there because their minds are troubled, or their parents hated them, or they feel depressed and lonely. Or, as in Kathy's case, they're budding juvenile nymphos with deep-seated cravings to suck dicks, to feel pricks rammed up their tight, virgin cunts.
Frank groaned again as the awful, terrible truth revealed itself to his swirling mind. That's why I picked her up in the first place. I wanted some nice, spit-clean, jail bait poontang wrapped around my cock. Thirteen-year-old girls don't go around seducing older men, we go looking for them.
He felt the bile churn up into his stomach, a black burning liquid slowly poisoning his body. He groaned again with pain, realizing, perhaps for the first time, exactly who he was.
This is the real you, Frank Aborn, he thought.
You like it tight and young, don't you. It's no good unless you get it straight from the cradle.
He had a wife living in Tucson and a daughter. It had been a bad marriage and he hadn't seen them in three years. He had found out late in life that family life wasn't for him. But now he gave them serious consideration as he drove through Oklahoma. Janice was a good woman, he thought, everything a man could want in a wife. If only he had played it smart for once. But he hadn't, that wasn't his style. He was a salesman after all and he got his kicks driving pell-mell all over the country making deals. Coming home every night promptly at six o'clock and kissing the wife and daughter good evening frankly bored him. He liked to get out, to see the other people, go to other places, and, most important, to be with other chicks.
That was the real reason for splitting up, he thought. Janice was square about swinging sex. One woman, one cock, was her motto and he could no more understand her reasoning than she could understand his. There was no greater pleasure for Frank than the feeling of a new gal wrapping her cunt lips around his blood gorged cock. Oh, how he loved the girls. Sex was one sensation that never ceased to excite him. He loved sex, wanted it, needed it, had to have it all the time. And God knows, he thought, how his sex obsession had propelled him into new and different situations. Could he forget the redheaded cheerleader who had double talked her way into the convention center and offered her services to the whole house for $500. Oh Jesus, it was criminal what they had done. And yet the bright eyed coed who someday would undoubtedly marry a stud as young and wholesome looking as herself, did not complain once. And the twenty men including himself who took her up on the offer had paid their money for the sole pleasure of saving her good looks. Oh, God how they had punished her. His buddy, Joe, had started the evening's fun off by hog tying the girl to the bed then brutally mouth fucking her.
It was crazy what they had done. Dropping their pants, they all had lined up waiting their turn with the cheerleader. He had been scared shitless, waiting for the cops to break their evening's fun. And at the same time, he felt a wild exhilaration at what he was doing, and as the line dwindled down, he realized that nothing could stop him from having sex with this girl. Standing far back in the line, he could hear all the erotic sounds of sex as men pumped their climaxing penises against soft, wet lips. When it came his turn, his feelings were so confused as the cold sensations of guilt and fear blended with the hot pants of passion and desire, that he wasn't sure if he could go through with it.
The girl flopped on the edge of the bed, her face smeared with the drippings of hot cum. He had never seen so much cum juice before; it seemed to sprout everywhere from the mushy opening of her mouth. It even dripped from her nostrils and he wondered if someone had fucked her nose or if the girl had sneezed, bringing the juice up from her throat into her sinuses. He was afraid to ask how the cum had gotten where it was, just as he refused to admit how her spent and ravished body made his cock stiffen with excitement.
Still, he hesitated for a moment because a voice deep inside told him to wait until the girl gave him the go ahead. It seemed a crazy notion that a girl who had already felt the explosion of twenty spurting dicks in her mouth would try to deny one more. And if she did, he knew from the hardness of his cock and the swelling in his nut sac that he would not resist the urge to pull her cum splattered face up by the ears and plunge her soft mouth hole around his hard cock.
So he waited those few seconds until her bright blue eyes looked up from the floor and to his surprise, he watched her face brighten into a smile and her cheeks flush with color.
"Please," she asked with a hint of devilry in her voice, "I want more ... Need more ... Yes, I do, very much ... to feel your cock in my mouth ... Just one more."
He felt a sense of unreality in what she was saying. She must be crazy, he thought, she has to be crazy. But then his mind seemed to short-circuit his thoughts, and in that instant, he learned something wholly new about himself. The hell with it, he thought. I don't care if she is crazy. All I went is to fuck her, to fill her face with my cock and shoot my wad to the bottom of her stomach. He wanted sexual pleasure from this girl, as he wanted it from all girls, and he realized at that crazy moment that true happiness for him was having women satisfy the urges of his cock. And that was why he gripped that girl's face and plunged his cock into her willing mouth letting her suck and tongue lick his penis until the hot love juice spurted once more down her throat.
Sex was more than just a pastime or an enjoyment with him; he realized from his experience at that gang bang, that sex was the only reason he existed on earth. It was the urge for sex that made him wake every morning, just as the throbbing sensation in his nut sack and the burning pain of cum ready to shoot, were the signs that he was very much a breathing, living human being.
Frank's introspective thoughts were lost on Kathy who impatiently waited for him to say something. They had driven in silence through Oklahoma City and were now riding down the Interstate toward the Texas panhandle.
Like most young girls, Kathy felt petulant when the attention was not fully directed at her and she resented the serene, contented smile that had crept over Frank's face. She liked him as the nervous, and excitable man she had seen just moments before.
"I want to do something," she said, banging the car door impatiently with her hand.
"I think I know what you have in mind," said Frank. And, indeed, it didn't take a clairvoyant to tell what was on the young teenager's mind from the way she squirmed in the front seat and toyed with her blouse buttons. "But we have to wait until Albuquerque."
"Oh, Frank, come on," she pleaded, "this is such a boring trip. I don't think the police are coming after us. And who's going to see us out here in the country. There isn't a car in miles."
And there wasn't. But Frank realized this could be the calm before the storm. There were state lines to cross and more towns to go through, and the cops could be waiting for him at any turn in the road. It was just too dangerous to pull off the roadside by a clump of trees and start rutting this little chickie, though he was very tempted to try just that.
"Frank," droned Kathy, the annoyance showing in her voice.
"Don't call me by my first name," he snapped, "I'm old enough to be your father."
"Well, you're not my father," she snapped. "Not him at all. And I wonder who you really are. You're acting so high and mighty and your cock is jumping right out of your pants."
Frank knew she was right, his prick was rigid with excitement, and there was no denying that fact. Just as it was silly to deny himself of Kathy's ripe, young cunt.
"That's right, Kathy, my cock is steel hard. Just looking at your nice tits and cunt makes me hard. And I'm the first one to admit how much I want to bury my cock inside your cunt slit."
"Oh, then, let's, Frank," she bubbled, fully excited by the thought of his cock securely inside her twat mound. She had felt only two penises inside her before, and she still had much to learn in the way of lovemaking. "No one will see us," she said, "and you know how much fun it is."
"Oh, indeed I do," confessed Frank. "There is no greater pleasure than sex, Kathy. You must remember that. You're still very young and still very impressionable. As you get older, many things that excite you now as a child will seem silly and stupid. But sex is always fun and exciting and you'll never get tired of experimenting with all the different ways of having sex."
"Oh, I know, I know," she exclaimed. "I want to try sex in as many ways as possible. There's so much to learn and I'm so young."
Frank started looking for a place to turn off the road.
"That's what's so exciting. It takes years to learn how to use the nice, soft cunt of yours. You see how big my cock is just thinking about fucking your twat. But that's only the beginning. Because I can fuck you in hundreds of ways, each more exciting than the last. We could fuck for years and never get tired of each other."
"Oh, I might like that very much," she conceded. "Come on, Frank, let's get off the road right now so I can fuck you real good."
And while Frank scanned the road frantically for the right exit, Kathy obeyed her sexual urges and unzipped his pants. Frank groaned as she reached inside the elastic of his underwear and cupped his cock head in her soft hand.
"Yes, oh yes, that's right," he instructed. "Grip the head lightly ... Oh! My! Pulling a man's cock is as exciting as sucking your tits."
Kathy knew very well how good his lips felt on her erect nipples. Since his cock was sensitive, Kathy held the cock head softly, moving only her finger tips to excite the hard muscular head.
"You got it, baby! Now frig the shaft. Pull my cock free from the underwear and move your hand up and down the shaft ... That's known as cock frigging and it's very exciting to a man. Oh, God, yes! That's wild! Crazy!"
Kathy had managed to pull Frank's pants and underwear down to his knees, freeing his genitals. She bent over the large penis and moved her hand up and down the soft dick skin in the manner that Frank had instructed. She loved looking close-up at his penis; it was such a powerful looking organ what with the hard muscles surrounded by a maze of thick veins and soft skin. She also enjoyed cupping his nuts. They were large rounded objects that rolled easily between her fingers. Gingerly she bent over the stiffened phallus and pushed the cock tip into her mouth cheeks.
"Hhhhmmmm!!!" groaned Frank. "You've got it right. Suck that shaft, baby. Really suck hard with those sweet cheeks and I'll pull this heap over so we can do some real fucking."
Kathy felt the car lurch to the side as Frank turned off on the exit ramp. But that didn't stop her from tasting his pulsating cock. She had learned quickly to force her throat muscles open and take the shaft fully to the back of her neck. She almost gagged at first when the tip brushed against her tonsil, but she gradually worked the cock in and out of her mouth until the whole shaft was thrust inside her. She felt like a glutton with so much cock inside her face, but that didn't stop her from sucking his shaft or rubbing his nut sack. His cock had a definite taste, and a strong, pungent aroma that plummeted to the deepest recesses of her cunt. And she found by sucking his penis with more powerful strokes, the cock smell became more intense.
"Jesus, baby! I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life," screamed Frank pulling off into a picnic area. "I'm going to roll you on your stomach and donkey fuck your cunt, sweetheart."
Frank knew read-end fucking was an extremely potent method to make a girl cum. One time he had donkey fucked a stewardess between flights, and she had cum so many times that she could barely walk. It was a sensual way to fuck and he loved the feeling of the girl's ass cheeks as they flopped against his belly. Still, it was a method best used on older, more experienced women. Kathy's cunt slit was still virgin-tight, and he would have to be careful about jamming her hole too quickly with his wrist-thick prick.
He brought the car to a screeching halt near a clump of pepper trees and pulled Kathy's bright eyes face up to his.
"Oh, I know this is going to be wonderful lovemaking," she gushed, "it's the most exciting thing that ever happened to me."
"Yes, it is," he admitted. "I'm going to fuck you in a way that will shoot passion sparks up your cunt and fill your head with cock cream."
Kathy was terribly excited as Frank could see by the way her melon breasts pushed against her blouse. The nipples, he thought, were big as strawberries and ripe enough to suck juice from.
Quickly he reclined her half of the front seat so it lay back like a bed. Kathy shed her clothes as Frank hurriedly worked on the seat.
"Oh look at you," grinned Frank. He found it hard to believe that the sensually built girl before him was no older than his only daughter. Frank was quick to notice the glistening load of cunt juice wetting her pubic thatch.
"Now you must do as I say," he warned, reaching out for a breast and squeezing the strawberry-size nipple with a light, teasing movement.
"I wiiiiillll!" she exclaimed, her cunt muscles aching to feel his cock thrust inside her passion hole.
Frank moved his hand into her cunt mound and rubbed the wet pussy hair until his palm was covered with her pungent love juice. She humped his fingers as they stroked the erect clitoris and found their way between the juicing slit of her pussy lips and into soft, sucking cunt muscles.
"Aaaahhhh! So fine! I feel so fucking fine," moaned Kathy, as his fingers fluttered inside her channel. Passion waves rippled around the entrance to her womb and tingled deep in her belly. She smelled the fetid stink of her cunt, a smell so strong to her nostrils that it made her gasp.
"Oh, hurry, damn it! I'm burning up," she screamed, sexually aroused in a frantic and sudden way. Her heart beat furiously as the blood rushed to her cunt, goring every hungry cell with boiling blood. She hungered for his cock and unable to suck it once more, she gripped the shaft and frigged wildly. Cock lubricant spurted into her hand and she brought the bitter tasting stuff up to her face and licked it from her hand.
"Oh, my cunt is so hot, I could burst," screamed Kathy, twisting under Frank's accelerated pace. His hand was now inside her cunt, stretching finger-fucking the tight lips open. "Oh, God I want you ... I need your cock inside me ... yes, now ... RIGHT NOW!"
"Okay, baby, here it comes," screamed Frank. "One big, hard cock, coming right up. It's so big your cunt will split ... so big you feel me all the way into your stomach."
Frank realized that his compliant lover was much too tight for the kind of penetration he was about to perform. Her cunt was soft and juicy, but still not the right size for donkey fucking. Still, he was much too hot to care much about Kathy's discomfort. Because his cock was going up her tiny twat regardless of the condition it was in.
"FRANK! HURRY! Oh my God stick it in me! Now, Frank! Fuck me now! Stick it in me as big and hard as possible!"
Frank roughly pulled Kathy onto the reclined seat, so her stomach hugged the vinyl upholstery. Her sweat covered the vinyl and she squirmed under his grasp.
"Come, honey, get those thighs apart! Spread them good and wide."
Kathy felt as if her legs were being torn apart, but he managed to spread her legs. Her ass cheeks were stretched and her sphincter muscle ached as she thought for a frantic second that he was going to run his swollen cock up her butt. Not that it mattered as long as his prick penetrated her being soon.
"How's this sweetheart," said Frank cramming two fingers into her cunt.
"Aaaiiiieeee! Good! So fucking good!" she screamed, hunching down on his fingers. Frank masturbated her cunt with strong, hard strokes while lifting the girl's ripe ass cheeks up to his cock. Her thighs could spread no further as he slid into the V of her legs.
Frank gagged as the odors from her glistening cunt and asshole wafted up to his nostrils. The smell of her was so strong that his stomach churned with desire and his head spun.
"Here it is! Here it is! Good, rock hard cock baby! Harder than you've ever dreamed of." Pulling his slime covered fingers free from her dripping hole, Frank hunched his hips back and pile-drived the cockhead into her cunt hole.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!! Oh G-God!" screamed Kathy. Her cunt mouth ached with pain. She felt her entire being invaded as the shaft inched into her hole. "That hurts ... AAAAIIIIEEE!!! ... Oh, MY GOD!"
Frank bucked his hips to drive his cock further into her cunt. "Come on you bitch! Take it ... Take my cock!"
His big cock made entirely too much friction as it stroked back and forth through her swollen cunt lips. The pinkish skin of her cunt slit spread continuously under Frank's urgency, his cock driving the cunt lips apart.
"It's good, isn't it baby?" yelled Frank. "You love it so fucking much." He grabbed the rounded flesh of her thighs and pulled her stretched cunt meat down on his cock spear.
I'm splitting in two, thought Kathy as the cock pushed deeper inside her ravished organ. But it does feel so good!
Frank pushed his cock with all the strength his hips could muster and he felt the tight ring of muscles give way and the shaft slid silently into her cunt channel.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" growled Kathy and passion flooded her body as wave upon wave of pain turned into excitement. She shut her eyes to the pain and her head swelled with beauty and pleasure. It was a moment she did not want to share with anyone as the cock plunged in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, darling, this is beautiful, just beautiful," she moaned, arching her ass cheeks to entrap his cock.
"Ohhhh! you're so good, sweetie ... and so tight. Good God what a nice cunt, beautiful cunt," he mumbled. He bucked his hips violently against her ass cheeks and felt his rod jam her cunt once again. "Now fuck me good, sweetheart. Arch those hips and really suck on my cock."
Frank was increasing the tempo, moving in and out, and Kathy stayed right with him. She found that by grinding her hips down on his penis that the passion waves seemed to jolt her body as if an invisible current was ripping through her body.
"That's right! Hunch! sweetheart, start hunching those hips!"
"Oooooh! I can feel it ... It's cuming....
Cuming!" she said moving her hips faster and faster as her body readied for the orgasm. Sweat broke out on her forehead, as Frank pounded her slit.
"Move it! Make your cunt go up and down ... Aaaaiiieee!!! ... That's so right ... Stay with me baby."
Kathy was pumping so hard, she thought her brain might explode as she readied for the explosion of orgasm.
"It's good ... it's good, oh Frank! ... I like it ... like it so much."
"Oh, I can't believe your tight cunt could make my prick feel so good ... Oh, God! It's wonderful ... Now start juicing, my little darling ... Make your cunt cum with the pleasure of my prick inside you."
He pulled her cunt down onto his surging prick, letting love juice run down her thighs onto his wet lap.
Frank worked his dick harder and harder into her cunt, his hips grinding against her pussy lips.
"Oh CUMMMMIIINNNGGG! ... CUMMMMIINNNGGG! ... CUMING SO FUCKING HARD," screamed Kathy as the orgasm swept over her. She felt her cunt lips swell up and the muscle walls tense with pleasure.
"Good God! Here comes a hot load of fresh cum," he said, the boiling white love juice swirling to the cock tip, ready to spurt free, "I'm reedy ... Going to shoot right into you!"
He bucked his hips one last time and raised her hips. The juice boiled inside him and at the final instant he buried his cock between her legs. Jet after jet of warm semen spurted into her hungry channel.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!" screamed Kathy as the fuck gushed her hole. She stretched her thighs out further than she thought possible and trapped his dick with her cunt muscles. Another spurt filled her channel and the warmth of her orgasm filled her aching body. She felt as if the cum was crawling up her cunt into the very depths of her belly. Oh, God, this is good, she told herself as another pleasure wave washed over her. She knew that she had never felt so good before. With blinding flash of unbearable joy she screamed wildly and fell to the sweat drenched vinyl seat cover, closing her eyes as jet after jet of hot sperm warmed her cunt.
"Oh, Lord, this is wonderful ... just wonderful," she said, her mind drifting into fantasy, as the cock continued to shoot its message into her willing flesh.
CHAPTER TEN
Bill Bryant forced his eyes open and realized that the alarm buzzer had been shut off for hours. Every morning he tried to get up early, though there was no real reason for him to do so.
Since arriving in San Diego, Bill had been able to find only part-time work as an auto mechanic. He had worked a job during the last week and since he had some cash stuck away, he didn't need to go out and look for one.
Bill thought he had a good thing going. He shared his nice, ocean front apartment with a equally nice divorcee named Jill. They shared the rent and split the drudgery of taking care of Jill's two darling children, David and Martha. All in all, he thought, rising from the bed, it wasn't a bad set-up. He had the apartment to live in and the nice little family to occupy his idle mind while he got over the shock of leaving his own family behind in Illinois.
I really didn't want things to happen this way, he thought, but I had to run. Even if it meant hurting Kathy, I know it was best for all of us. The sound of his daughter's name made his mind throb with pain and the familiar stirring of lust hardened his cock. Oh, God, I must be sick, he said to himself, I must be diseased to want my daughter this way.
Kathy, was probably the big reason for him leaving the farm. He could put up with Ethel's bitchiness, but he couldn't live with himself as long as his darling daughter was around to tempt his will. God, why had he been made this way, Bill thought. There was nothing more hideous than a man who lusted after his own daughter.
For years he had been strong enough to blot the awful truth from his mind. And he had paid a tremendous price for his self-denial. But even that was not enough and finally, as a last resort, he had run from the problem. Bill realized that he could do many things with his new freedom, but it would be impossible to change the feelings he held for his daughter.
Bill walked to the hallway bathroom, marveling at the beautiful San Diego weather and at his luck in finding the nice, cozy live-in situation he found himself.
"You can't get in," said Martha from the living room. "David's hogging the bathroom again. What's he do in there, Uncle Bill? He just takes forever."
It was a question that brought a smile to Bill's face. He could not tell her the truth of course, that David was at the age when sex drives began to make themselves known. Even with his ear several inches away from the door, Bill could hear the faint slapping of skin as David masturbated his cock. Boy, he's really getting it on, Bill thought to himself. Inside the door he heard the strokes coming increasingly rapid as the boy began his climax.
"Aaaahhh! Cum, you! Cum! Cum!" David squeaked, as cock-juice filled the tip of his penis. His hand piston-stroked his hardened shaft, until he could stand the excitement no longer and cock-juice foamed out the end. "Gooooddddd! Cumming! Wow!" he said shooting several long spurts of cockcream into the toilet bowel.
Bill grinned sheepishly and gripped the bathroom door. To his surprise he found it unlocked, something he did not expect from young David.
"Well, is he through in there," said Jill impatiently. "I want to brush my teeth."
Bill grinned at her and tried to imagine David's surprise if she had turned the unlocked bathroom door and walked in on him while flogging his cock. He could only imagine the frustration. How would he react if the children had rushed into the bedroom while he was pumping his cock into their mother.
Bill knocked on the door. "Hurry up, David, we want in."
"Okay," said the weak voice from inside the bathroom. The boy rose unsteadily from the toilet stool and pulled up his pants. He felt strangely excited by his new discovery. His heart beat furiously and his head felt light and tingly. David groaned as his spent cock flopped inside his underwear, still flickering with life. It felt so good jerking my cock, thought David, his whole body felt warm and excited. Yes, I'll have to try this new plaything again once everyone leaves. Excited by the prospect of longer and more explosive climaxes, David turned to the wash basin to clean the milky white cum from his hands before opening the door and facing the world.
From the old travel magazines laying around the house, Kathy had already formed an opinion about New Mexico as a rugged, mountainous place populated by small cattle towns. So she was disappointed to arrive in Albuquerque and find it a sprawling, smoggy city.
Frank had asked her to stay on with him, but Kathy was determined to get to California. She hated to leave Frank because his big, beautiful cock had made her feel indescribably warm and excited. Still, something told her to keep moving on.
"I bet I know the reason," said Frank after she refused to stay with him. "I'm no dummy, girl. I could see the answer written all over your face." They had been sitting at a fast food place finishing off a meal of potatoes and cheeseburgers.
"You want the old man right between those pretty young thighs of yours." he said, downing the Coke.
She denied it, but later she admitted how warm her cunt became just thinking about her father's cock crammed in her cunt.
"Kathy, don't get me wrong. Most girls want to have sex with the old man," said Frank. "My kid did. My daughter is really a beauty and I was stupid not to take advantage of her."
Kathy had never thought of her father as a lover. Incest was one form of sex that was against the law. But Uncle Ted had opened her eyes; she felt no guilt at all about making love with anyone as long as her cunt felt satisfied. Sex, she had discovered through the course of her travels, was the substance that bound people together. It created life and beauty in the world and to her, the only real crime, was the deprivation of sex.
"So you really have the hots for your dad," said Frank. "I bet nothing would please you more than coming down on the old man." He was more than a little jealous and knew it.
"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "I want to be with him. And maybe more. I just don't know until we're together."
"Okay, Beautiful, I'm smart enough to realize I can't change your mind. I've got plenty of other good looking chicks in town that will jump head over heels to feel my cock shoved into their bellies. But I'd be lying if I said your cunt didn't put fire in my cock. And if you don't like fucking your old man, I'm always here in town."
"Okay, Frank. And I'll never forget the good times we had," she said as Frank kissed her on the cheek and handed her money for the bus ticket to San Diego.
"I really can't," she began, but Frank cut her off.
"No this is my gift to you, Kathy," he said. "And besides, I feel much better with you riding a bus. It can be dangerous hitchhiking. You never know what kind of creep or pervert might pick you up."
"But Bill, we have this beautiful life together. How come you want to take off this minute."
"Because that's the way I'm built, Jill," he said.
"You knew that when I moved in. I travel around a lot, that's my style."
Jill could not understand Bill's impetuous ways. One minute he was fucking her with the strength of a bull and the next, he was pacing the floor in a hurry to leave.
She watched him pacing the floor like a caged animal and tried to imagine what could have made him so nervous and uptight.
"Who was on the telephone," she asked.
Bill's head shot around and for a wild instant, Jill thought he had lost complete control of himself. His expression changed; he looked wrinkled and tired, an old man burned out and wasted from life.
"I told you about running away from my family," he said. "Occasionally I send them a check. Well, that was my wife on the phone. She had traced me through the post office and a friend at the telephone company. She's divorcing me and taking up with my brother. Isn't that incredible!"
"That's crazy all right. But I can't believe you're this upset about your ex-wife."
"Her I don't care about," he said slowly. "But my daughter ran away from home and is on her way out here to see me."
Jill could not understand. "What do you mean? You hate your daughter too? That's why you're running away?"
Bill could not begin to tell her the real reason; it was so new and painful that he tried not to think about it. The thought of having sex with his daughter was all pervasive. It occupied his guilt ridden mind every waking minute. There were limits to a man's inner strength, he thought, and no telling what would happen if Kathy suddenly appeared at his front door. Better to leave while he had the chance.
The scream of the telephone broke his train of thought. He moved to the kitchen table, but Jill was already there, the receiver in her hand. "Yes, this is the Bond residence, "she said into the mouthpiece." He's right here. Just a minute."
Bill watched her turn towards him, the dread building up to an intolerable level. There was no point in asking who the caller might be. Kathy was not a bad little detective and she was every bit as intelligent as her mother. If Ethel could locate his whereabouts, he had no doubts of his daughter's ability to do the same.
His hand trembled as he took the receiver from Jill and listened for the high pitched voice to come racing through the other end.
"Hello, daddy," said Kathy.
"Hell, darling, how are you?" he answered, his voice quavering on every syllable. He felt his body go weak and helpless on him as Kathy's voice seemed to draw his strength away like a magnet. Then suddenly his pulse quickened and his glands roared back to life as the dreaded feeling of lust welled up in his scrotum. Oh, God I am crazy, he thought, crazier than any man alive. His nuts pulsated in their wrinkled sack and their creamy fluid surged into his prick. Oh, please, no, he pleaded with himself as the flaccid skin of his cock grew increasingly harder.
"Daddy, are you all right," she asked.
Bill was on the verge of weeping. "Yes, darling I'm fine. And I miss you very much." he said hoarsely into the receiver. His prick continued its rapid ascent inside his pants. He felt the throbbing in his nuts and the pounding of hot blood in the thick veins running along the shaft. He realized that his will had been broken and that more than anything he wanted Kathy to be near him.
"Where are you, Kathy?" he asked, brushing a tear from his eyes.
"At the Greyhound bus terminal," she answered. "Downtown. I just arrived an hour ago from Albuquerque."
There were a million questions he wanted to ask about things that had haunted his tortured mind every waking day of his life. But this was not the place, not in front of Jill and the children. Oh, God his thoughts were sick enough, Bill thought, without dragging them into this emotional cesspool.
"Look, darling, I can't talk right now," he said. "Stay put and I'll be right down to pick you up. All right?"
"Yes, daddy," she replied.
"And I love you," he answered and slammed the receiver down on the cradle. Oh, what have I gotten myself into, he thought. Admitting his carnal lust for his daughter was the bravest, most personally revealing decision he'd ever made. He looked up at Jill and realized that she was staring at him. What for, he thought, what's she so hot about. My cock! Is that what gives her the hots, he thought. His prick rose in the front of his trousers forming a sharply angled triangle in the crotch. It was evident that the telephone call had sexually excited him and there was no use pretending otherwise.
"My daughter is going to be staying with us a few days," he said simply, "I'm picking her up at the bus station in an hour."
Jill sighed quietly and returned to the bedroom in a way that told Bill nothing about her feelings. Did she know about his intense sexual attraction for his daughter? How could she possibly avoid noticing the sudden change in his actions. Or for that manner the great lump of cock meat sprouting out from the front of his pants.
Her reaction actually disturbed him more than if she had accused him of being a vile, degenerate pervert and thrown him out of the apartment. Because any man who harbored the wild, lusty thoughts that he did deserved such treatment. What would be his reaction, Bill thought, if he had opened the bathroom door just a little that morning and found Jill kneeling over her son's first erection, her lips sucking on his shaft. Wouldn't he have felt moral outrage at such an act.
He felt as if his brain had been wildly over-stimulated by an invisible current fixed directly to his nervous system. He was really beyond the pangs of shock and nausea that had so thoroughly occupied his mind. Something different was happening now as the feeling of dread subsided and a euphoric, buoyant sensation rushed to fill the emotional void.
Had he always known about this strange turn of events. That at some time in his middle years, he would turn on society's most oppressive laws and seek out the sweet, forbidden nectar that lay inside his daughter's cunt.
The thoughts of a young woman spread out under his body had swelled his cock to enormous proportions. The flesh was rock hard and the shaft was thick around as a wrist-bone.
It was funny but all he could think about was running to the bathroom and pounding his cock into submission. He hadn't masturbated for years.
It was an early boyhood pleasure that he had discarded once discovering what little girls were all about. But that is what drew him. Charging into the bathroom, he pulled down his pants and began whacking his cock.
He felt his hand pound up and down the shaft as great drops of cum ooze moved up into the head of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus!" he shouted, barely able to contain his excitement. His impulse was to shoot quickly, to get the sticky cum out as quickly as possible. The cum wad hurt him, but had any thing hurt so good before? "Oh yeah, baby, that's right. Don't shoot yet. Not yet!" His hand appeared as a blur as he jerked his meat at an ever faster pace. He could jet his wad anytime-but the object was to hold the cum until every atom of his body screamed for release. His thoughts exploded out in a flash of sparks. Faces seemed to appear in his conscious like a dream. There was Jill, then Ethel, each luring him on. How vivid they were to his fertile imagination. He could smell the ripe odor of their cunts, and feel their hot belly flesh as his cock probed their wombs. But there was another ghost at the periphery of his dream. It was at first indistinct, but quickly he saw that it was Kathy. She stood nude before him and the scent of her cunt seemed to overpower him.
"Aaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!!!" he groaned pumping cock furiously in the final seconds before orgasm. He realized for the first time how much he wanted Kathy. Nothing would feel more satisfying than to feel his penis slipping in and out of her cunt.
"Cumming!" he yelled flogging his cock, "I'm cumming! Cumming right now!" A thick jet of cock cream spurted from his dick and plopped against the bathroom wall. Bill watched as a second spurt followed the first. His wild imagination suddenly took the form of exploding semen. He pumped his shaft furiously and a third wad ran up the cock shaft and spurted out. It was a beautiful experience to jerk his meat, thought Bill, holding onto his firm member. Suddenly he felt like a young, impetuous boy again, ready to experience life's treasures for the first time. An ironic thought occurred to him. The last time he had jerked his meat was when he was thirteen years old. He smiled. That was the exact age of his daughter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kathy did not like waiting in the downtown bus station. She had arrived early in the afternoon after traveling all night and her clothes needed a good washing, not to mention herself. She had also found the bus trip long and dull and with all the stops to pick up passengers it seemed she'd never arrive in San Diego.
Still she had made it, and despite the seamy, downbeat atmosphere of the bus station, she felt a lift in her spirits. She was all excited to see her father again.
After the experience of farm life, Kathy could not believe all the noise and confusion of big city life. Why, there are people stacked to the rafters, she thought watching the throngs of pedestrians fight through the wave of traffic which flooded Broadway.
She still wore her Levi's and flimsy cotton blouse. But she realized it was time for a change. And the first item to go was her bra which mother had bought her months ago.
Her tits were now full size and much too large for the tiny brassiere. Besides she liked wearing clothes without any support underneath. Her breasts seemed fuller that way and more comfortable. And she liked the feeling of sheer synthetic material gently rubbing against each nipple.
It was a trick she had learned that first day with Uncle Ted. By letting her tits hang free, her body was in a constant state of sexual tension as her nipples sent continuous messages of tingling pleasure along her nerve chain. Those fashion designers who brought in the no-bra look really knew what they were doing, she thought.
Kathy had thought constantly about her father and of this moment when they would meet. She realized it had only been a few weeks since he had quit his job and moved out to California. He might have changed in that time, she thought. Certainly she had. It was doubtful that her father would even recognize her. Frank had said she looked and acted more like a woman of twenty, than like a thirteen-year-old girl. Whatever happened, Kathy felt ready for anything.
She walked impatiently through the waiting area, then out to the taxi stand along Broadway. There were a dozen tired looking cabs line up along the curb, with their rumbled, red-eyed drivers leaning against them.
"Can I help you," said an unusually fat driver, his eyes glued squarely upon her ripe tits.
"I'm waiting for my father, creep," she retorted.
Frank had been right, she thought. There are a lot of creeps lose on the streets.
She felt a pang of fear as the cabbie advanced. She judged him to weight around three hundred pounds and from the depraved look on his lopsided face, he had more in mind than just hustling a taxi fair.
The glaring sunlight blinded her for a moment as she saw another man step between her and the driver.
"What the fuck are you doing, fat boy," said Bill. The deep, resonant voice was recognizable anywhere and her heart began pounding with excitement.
"Sorry, mister," the cabbie said, "just trying to make a living."
More likely some young poontang, Bill said under his breath. He watched the man walk clumsily back to his cab before turning his attention to his daughter. His breast pounded with desire; he couldn't believe how grown up his little daughter was!
"Oh, daddy, I'm so happy to see you," Kathy blurted, rushing into the outstretched arms of her father. Her body glowed with a burning warmth stoked by the fear she had just experienced. As her father's arms enveloped her tiny, pliant body, Kathy could feel his body warmth, and the strong beating of his heart. So strong was their embrace, that it was not difficult for her to imagine his naked skin pressing against her own. It was a wild, thrilling sensation that ignited the passion fuse deep in her belly and sent the sparks cascading down the tender walls of her cunt.
"Daddy, I hope you aren't mad about me running away," she said in his ear. "I had to get away. I just had to."
"Yes, I know how you must feel," he said, pulling her close to him so her firm breasts pressed against his chest. His blood surged again and he felt his mind soaring to a higher and more ephemeral state of consciousness. "Come, Kathy, let's get your things and go to the car."
Bill walked to the rented lockers and picked up her sleeping bag. He had to admit it had been awhile since seeing his daughter last. If it had not been for the long, white blonde hair and the sound of her voice, he would nave missed her. His blood boiled at the sight of the slob cab driver. He had felt like mashing his fist into the cabby's broken face to teach him a lesson. But he had not come down to the bus depot to pick a fight; he had better, more important things to do.
He picked up Kathy's things and carried them to the car he had borrowed from Jill. He threw the bag inside and they both got in.
"Oh good," said Kathy, as the car engine roared and her father pulled out into traffic. "This is just what I wanted."
Well, it's just what I wanted too, baby, Bill thought, his mood turning mean and ugly. It seemed impossible that the girl on the seat next to him was his daughter instead of some, sharp looking college coed out looking for a lay. Well, it is my daughter, he shouted at himself, And I'm going to fuck her just as long and hard as if she was that coed. His cock was still hard and throbbing and he was tempted to pull the car off the street into a back alley and savage his daughter's cunt right there. She was like a dream, he thought, for only in wild dreams do fathers actually fuck the tight, virgin cunts of their daughters.
He wheeled the car down Pacific Highway and drove for three stop lights before hitting the Sleepeze Hotel. He had checked out a room in the motel in an insane moment, and now that they were there, that he had his chance, Bill had second thoughts about carrying out his mission.
"Is this where you're staying, daddy?" she asked.
"Well, yes and no," he said as way of an explanation, the words sounded meaningless to his ear as Bill realized the feeling of dread that crept over him. Oh, God I can't do it, he shouted to himself. I can't make a beast of myself. I can't go through with it.
"Oh, come on, daddy," said Kathy. "Let's go in and take a nap."
Bill wanted with all his heart to say no to her. But he could not find the words within himself and dumbly followed her inside.
"Oh, look, daddy, there's just the one bed," said Kathy. Already a hazy idea was forming in her mind." You don't mind if we sleep together, do you?"
"You take a nap, dear," he said regaining his voice. "I'll sit up and read."
"Oh, no, daddy, that's not fair." she said. "You must be very tired, aren't you. Come on. I promise not to hog all the bed." Kathy sat on the bed, removed her shoes and socks, then unzipped the fly to her pants. "Now don't look, daddy."
Bill groaned again as he turned his back. What's she doing this for? he thought. It's pure torture. He tried to focus his attention on other things, anything except the shapely body of his daughter Kathy. But his cock seemed to have a mind of its own as the shaft hardened inside his pants. Oh, my God, he groaned, here it goes again, my cock getting all hot and bothered at the sight of my daughter. Oh, God don't let it happen. I don't want it to happen!
Bill flattened himself against the bed, grabbing handfuls of the bedspread, squeezing them to calm his nerves. His body shook with nervous fright and he shut his eyes to ward off the horrible vision of his smiling, voluptuous daughter.
None of Bill's anxiety was lost on Kathy. She had made love to two older men and had come to expect that this behavior was only natural when an older man made love to a girl as young as herself. But she had no doubt of her father's deep seated desire as his cock twitched and squirmed inside his pants. Daddy's really excited, thought Kathy, her mind racing with wild, passionate thoughts. He wants me as much as I want him.
"Daddy, you look so awfully tired," said Kathy. "Why don't you crawl inside the covers with me and we can both take a nap."
Bill groaned to himself. His daughter was tempting him with her undeniable charms. Hew many times could he say no to her before his will broke down completely and he attack her like an animal? Oh, God how his head hurt from the shrill scream of his conscious. And the deeper voice inside his mind, screamed with insatiable lust. My cock, he screamed to himself, it never does what I want. It's as big around as my arm and as hard as it's ever been. Kathy must know how I feel. She has to know!
Bill rolled over suddenly on the bed and buried his face into the pillow. He forced one arm underneath him and sticking his hand inside his pants, he grasped excited cock and tried beating it into submission. He moaned as his palm found his throbbing penis and began frigging the tortured cock shaft. The pleasing warmth of his hand around his cock felt good and for a moment the image of his enticing young daughter disappeared from his mind.
Kathy watched as her father increased his joy rhythms. She had never seen a man masturbate himself and seeing the glow of contentment spread across her father's face, made her envious.
"No, father. Not like that," she said. Since it was evident to her that her father wasn't going to begin their sex play, Kathy went into action. She pulled off her remaining garment and slid under the covers. She watched her father's expression: his eyes were tightly shut and he seemed lost in deep concentration as his hips quietly humped the bed. Kathy concluded that he must be under a great deal of mental strain to be acting in such a strange manner.
But that didn't stop her from reaching under his flopping hips and grabbing for his cock. Every cell in her body tingled with the anticipation of sex, and the flow of adrenalin to her muscles gave Kathy a superhuman strength that she was unaware of.
"Here, daddy, come to Kathy," she begged, pushing her body close to his. Arching her back out, so a melon sized breast lay just under his nose, Kathy thrusted her hand into his pants and grabbed his bulging cock tip.
"Aaaahhh!" he moaned at the forbidden touch of her hand around his manhood. "Oh, yes! You know how to make a man feel good."
Bill snapped his eyes open and gazed at the fully developed breast before him. It was a beautiful tit, full and perfectly symmetrical with a conical nipple that jutted out big as a finger tip. Whatever self doubts Bill had harbored were long forgotten as he brought his mouth down on the nipple.
"Yesssss!" replied his daughter as he licked the juicy tit ends with his tongue. Bill realized how excited good tit sucking could make a girl. He sucked wildly feeling the quiver of passion draw through her tit and well in the nipple. His daughter's tits were well formed and tasting their sweet nectar inside his mouth only made his cock that much harder.
"Oh, goodness, daddy! You can really suck my tits. That feels so good. Is so good. You can suck my tits any old time!"
While Bill busied himself with her tits, Kathy felt a swelling in the cunt department. It confirmed an old suspicion of hers that only older men really appreciated a woman's desire for tit sucking.
She tugged at her father's clothes, unbuttoning the shirt first, then slipping his pants off. To her surprise, she saw that he wore no underwear and that was something that truly excited her. She slipped her hand between her father's muscular thighs and pressed her hands into the V of his crotch, gripping the warm nut sack in her hands. Her father groaned as she stroked his testicles, massaging one then the other. God, his nuts are so big she thought, wondering if their great size would increase the cum load when he shot his juice into her cunt. Faster and faster she massaged the soft globes until she could no longer control herself. Pulling herself away from her father's sucking mouth, she dove between his legs and took his scrotum inside her mouth.
"Great God All Mighty!" screamed Bill as Kathy inhaled his nut-sack. Never had. a woman excited him so intensely before. His mind flooded with desire as a new surge of strength shot through his cock. "Baby, you suck me anyway you want. Just keep making my cock hard and I'll fuck you half crazy."
The feeling of Bill's love nuts pulsating in her mouth, made the love juice ooze in her cunt. And his cock drove her wild! Holding the shaft in her hand, Kathy began gently frigging the cock while she sucked his nuts.
"Aaaahhhh! Do it! Do it!" screamed her father. Bill was powerless in the gentle hands of his daughter. He lay back to enjoy the warm rush of passion as Kathy jerked his cock and sucked his nuts. His mind seemed caught in a misty dream as his vision clouded over with gentle darkness. He felt the pounding of his chest and saw the occasional explosion of excitement as it lit up his subconscious.
But while his mind lay at peace, an underlying idea gained momentum. His strength seemed superhuman and despite the hardness of his excited prick and the growing pool of cum in his nut sack, Bill felt he could fuck forever without a rest. There seemed no end to his potency. And, as he felt the gentle slurping of his daughter's mouth, Bill realized he was going to fuck his daughter to within an inch of her life. That his prick-tool would invade the deepest recesses of her cunt and mouth until his thick, hot semen had spread to every cell in her hot body. "Keep sucking my nuts, sweetheart," he said. "Oh, you won't regret it. I promise. Keep sucking my nuts!"
Kathy moved her hand up and down Bill's rigid shaft until she could stand the excitement no longer. For as much as she loved giving pleasure to Bill by sucking his nuts, Kathy desired his cock stuck deep in her mouth. She loved the feeling of his manhood plunging into her face, and the sticky, raw smelling lubricant that oozed from the cock tip.
"Please, daddy, I want to eat your prick," she pleaded. "I want to feel you inside and I promise I'll make it good for you."
"Okay, yes, baby do it. I do want you to do it, But right now! Hurry!"
Kathy grabbed his shaft and pushed the rock-hard cock into her mouth. It was hard as expected and lubricant juice was already oozing from the prick hole as she slid his meat to the very back of her throat.
"Do it: Do it, baby!" screamed Bill, pumping his dick into her face. He rolled over to his side and rose up to his knees. "Now, this is how to really get it on, baby," he said, holding her mouth steady while hip-thrusted his dick deep into Kathy's throat.
Bill felt the cock tip touch the back of her throat. God, she knows everything, he thought to himself, admiring the way she deep-throated his cock. She's really hip on sex. She knows everything there is to know.
He could not help wondering how she had learned the secret lessons of sex so well. As he pumped her mouth full of cock, Bill decided he would find out who had been instructing her. After all it was his daughter and he had to look out for he. welfare.
But all that would come later. For right now, Bill felt the familiar stirring of cum boiling in his nut sack. He saw that Kathy was as excited as he was; her slobber covered his dick and the inside of her mouth was burning hot. "Take my dick, baby! ... Take it good and hard! Because my hot, boiling cum is going to shoot right down your throat!"
Just hearing those exciting words from her father, made Kathy tremble. She hugged him by the ass cheeks and pulled his dick ever deeper inside her She felt his dick lunge forward as cum swelled up in the cock tip. The thought of hard cock spurting inside her mouth was terrifying to her. Yet there was no denying her lust. She had to have her father's milky white strength gushing all over her.
"Don't torture me, daddy," she pleaded silently as their lovemaking came to a sudden climax. "Cum in my mouth! Spurt your manhood inside me!"
Kathy twisted under the torment of Bill's thrusting dick. "Cum! ... Cumming right now!" shouted Bill, as his semen gathered up like a pool of boiling paste. It's here! It's here! ... Cumming! Oh, God I'm cumming right now!"
Bill bucked his hips in a final flurry of thrusting. The hot, juicy cum gathered in the prick head and leaped into Kathy's open mouth with sudden fury. Kathy's face recoiled from the savage climax of his cock as jet after jet of cum filled her mouth.
"Cumming! ... Cummmmmiiinnnggg!!!" shouted Bill sending gushing cum stream into his daughter. His nuts danced wildly inside his scrotum as they forced still more semen up into Bill's cock.
"Love it!! ... Oh, God loooowweeeee it so much!!" Kathy screamed silently her body convulsed with every thrust of her father's spurting cock. His cum was hotter and thicker than any she had tasted. It jetted into her mouth as one continuous stream. It filled her cheeks and spurted out from her lips. The cum exploded everywhere: down her throat, up her sinuses and out her nose. She was swimming in cum pool and it was all she could do to drink down his penis nectar. Kathy gulped down the cum until the thick penis cream filled her stomach, and her head spun from exhaustion.
This is a dream, it isn't really happening, she thought.
Finished with her cock sucking, Kathy looked up at her contented father who stood towering over her on the bed.
"That was fine, my darling. I never dreamed having cocksucking could feel so good," he said.
She looked up into the glare of her father's eyes, her thoughts dipped in the after glow of good sex. She had her father's love and that was more important than anything.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Oh, daddy, that was beautiful," Kathy said. It seemed like an eternity since they had made love. Actually it had been only a few minutes.
"Yes, darling, indeed it was," Bill answered. He still felt the adrenaline running through his body and despite the wild fucking session with his daughter, his cock stood out hard and strong. And to his amazement, his balls were still moving inside his scrotum, recharging his cock for another round cum spurting.
"I know you must find sex to be very new and exciting," he began. "And it is. There is nothing better than sex."
Kathy nodded her head. "Oh, it is daddy. But I have a confession to make. I've had sex several times before this afternoon."
Bill's eyebrows arched, but he tried to act nonchalant. "Oh, dear, I didn't know. And who with?" He was boiling mad, of course, to hear from Kathy's own lips that someone had popped her cherry. But he wasn't ready for the detailed report of her sexual activities.
He listened with shock. "I'll destroy that no good brother of mine," he screamed at her. He knew it was foolish to trust Ted; and now he knew the awful truth that Ted had been fucking both his wife and his daughter.
But their punishment would have to wait. For Bill had not finished with his daughter's sex education, despite the harsh lessons dished out by his wife, his brother and assorted strangers.
"Now, baby, you have to do exactly as I say," he began. Though his cock was still hard and tense, Bill was not sure if he wanted to go through with his plan. Kathy is just a child, he reasoned, if my cock is too big, I might kill her. The thought terrified him, but his heart beat quickened when he looked up into his daughter's bright blue eyes.
"I want to make you happy anyway possible," her eyes told him. "I surrender my body to your savage desire. I want to feel you inside every part of my body. To feel your inescapable warmth coursing through me is all I seek."
In a moment, his fear left him and he felt the burning sensation of lust return to his inner self like a smoldering coal. He knew he could have Kathy the way he had always dreamed of having her: her milky white body bent over the bed with his cock jammed up her asshole.
He bent over Kathy and kissed her lips and felt her breasts until her whole body quivered with sexuality. He mounted the bed and positioned her so she rested on her hands and knees. Bill felt the sweat pour from his body as he ran his hands between her pendulant breasts and her wetting twat. He was feverish with passion and he licked his lips as he brought Kathy to a state of excitement.
"Oh, daddy, it's so good!" she remarked, her flesh quivering with excitement. His hand came down over her butt cheeks, around her thighs and settled into the parted lips of her cunt. "Ooooo! Please, I know you'll be good to me," she pleaded, "But hurry ... please hurry!"
Bill stared down at the naked body before him and watched his penis grow hard. His member sprung on in front of him straight and true as a metal club. He realized that his cock was hard enough to penetrate Kathy's tight ring of sphincter muscles. What's more Kathy was more than ready to accommodate him. Kneeling before him it was easy to see the excited, pointed nipples of her breasts; even the sparkling drops of her fluid on the curly hairs of her mound were visible.
"You're a lovely girl, Kathy, and I'm going to give you the good fucking that a woman of your beauty and graces deserves," he said. His fingers slipped from their hold on her thigh and invaded the moist opening of her cunt. "That feels good doesn't it, honey."
"Aaaaahhhh! It's beautiful ... Oh, God, it's wonderful!" she said grinding her mound against his finger. Bill massaged her cunt, probing the tight clitoris button, until he felt a passion charge ripple through her.
"Oh, daddy, I'm cumming ... Cumming!" she screamed, her cunt mound bucking against the cupped fingers of his hand. Bill, too was excited and passion gorged his cock. Her cunt juice was pouring out onto his hand and he whipped the pungent smelling liquid up and down her ass channel.
"Oooohhhh! Oh, yes! OH, YES!!" screamed Kathy as the' back and forth movement of Bill's hand set off sparks of electricity running through her cunt nerves.
Bill moved behind Kathy and spread the V of her butt cheeks open. He reached between her thighs and spread the cunt lubricant around her tight anus.
"Oh, baby, I know you want this as much as I do," he said, "but it might hurt at first. All good things hurt at first."
He inserted his finger into her sphincter and found the ring of ass muscles tight as he expected. Sweating and grunting he worked his finger into the hole until the muscles loosened up. He tried two fingers, then three.
"This is crazy," said Kathy, remembering the exotic thrill she had experienced when her mother had plunged the candle deep into her asshole. It had hurt until she wanted to die; then, the pain had turned to pleasure as her channel conformed to the object humping her anus.
Kathy spread wide and arched her asshole straight back at her father. She bent her head and looked upside down at the erect penis head between her legs.
I didn't think men did this to girls, she thought as her father prepared her asshole for penetration. What would her father's dick feel like plunging inside her that way?
"Oh, will it be good, daddy?" she asked, gasping as the two fingers reamed her hole. "Oh, it will be good. Promise me it will be good."
Bill put his free hand on her tail bone and rocked her ass cheeks against his rigid fingers. Back and forth her ass channel went, engulfing his fingers with every stroke. Bill realized that she was big enough for actual penetration and he grinned to himself at hearing the soft, sucking sound of her bunghole engulfing his fingers.
Kathy moaned in a mixture of lust and fear as fingers probed her most private place. Again and again they entered her asshole, each time going deeper into the sacred orifice. "I know this is strange, Kathy, but you won't be happy until you accept all the love that I can give you dear. Do not fight my love; accept it as is, and you will have an orgasm the likes of which you've never even dreamed of!"
There was a blur of motion and from her position Kathy watched her father's erect cock take several practice thrusts before disappearing out of sight.
Aaaaiiiieeee!" she screamed as his cock head rammed the sphincter muscle. "No, daddy, God no! It hurts too much."
Bill, however, was beyond hearing the pleas of his daughter. Grabbing her by the hips, he readied his cock and assaulted her asshole once again.
"In!" he screamed, as the prick head penetrated half an inch inside the hot warmth of her channel. "In! In!!"
Kathy screamed at the horrible pain in her anus. "No! I can't take it! Stop! Take it out!" she yelled.
Her father did not hear Kathy's urgent pleas. He looked down and saw that his cock had only gone, at the most, two inches into her asshole. Wiggling his hips lewdly and thrusting with short jabs, he managed to ram it another inch into her but.
"IN! IN!" he screamed, as the growing sense of impending success. "GET IN! GET IN!"
Giving her no quarter, he rammed his iron hard shaft against her pain filled body, jabbing his dick deeper into warmth of her asshole with each punishing thrust.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" yelled Kathy grabbing the mattress with her clenched hands. The pain increased to an incredible level; it seemed the dick inside her had grown in length and thickness with every plunge it made. She felt, with growing horror, the tight ring of asshole muscles stretch wider and wider to accommodate more cock. She thought her bunghole would never stop hurting; that his cock would continue to grow in diameter until her rectum split in two. She screamed until tears flooded her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
"Oh, dear God!! TAKE IT OUT!!" she pleaded. "I want to live! Let me live!"
Bill had worked his way inside her belly up to the hilt. His belly now pressed against the round humps of her ass cheeks. A smile of satisfaction crossed his face. He had done it; his dick was now firmly implanted in his daughter's ass channel. It was the one place that had haunted him in his dreams, that had forced him to drown his brain with alcohol. Now that he was there, it felt good. He was a man again, guiltless, satisfied in his search for pleasure.
But the real fun was only just beginning. Feeling the pain quiver in his daughter's young body, Bill reached down and held her ass cheeks while he withdrew his cock half way from her asshole. Then suddenly he slammed it into the orifice.
"Oh! Ohhhhh! Jesus!" screamed Kathy.
"You love me, don't you?" he said withdrawing his cock shaft again from her butt hole. The smell of orgasm seeped from their bodies, blending with the stink of her ass channel. "My cock feels good doesn't it. Tell me it does!" And again he slammed his prick to the hilt."
"Oh God, it hurts! Aaaaiiiieeee!!" she screamed, the tears flooding down her face with every thrust of his cock. But though the pain had not completely subsided, at least it was now tolerable. And a new sensation was stirring inside her belly. She could not recognize it at first, but it grew with every pounding thrust of her father's cock.
"IN!" Bill screamed, lunging his cock. "IN!"
And then it came to her. The deep feeling of sexual satisfaction welling within her heaving belly. From the deepest core of her ass channel came the surging waves of pleasure.
"Oh, good yes, daddy! Do it to me! Stick it in! Yes! Do it!"
Bill's iron-will determination began to disintegrate. Every thrust loosen up Kathy's ass channel and his cock was slipping in and out as her lubricant rushed to surround his prick. He fucked her asshole with only the slightest of resistance.
"IN!" he yelled with every thrust. And his cock would drive into her butt so his belly slapped against her ass cheeks.
The smell of cunt juice and lubricant overwhelmed his sensibilities. It permeated his nostrils and stirred the swelling inside his nut sack.
He groaned with desire as his cock pumped her asshole with the familiar rhythms of lovemaking. Her stink was foul, but somewhat compelling. And the feeling of her ass cheeks brushing against his cock was overwhelming. He wanted her as he had wanted no other woman before. Harder and harder he pumped her anus full of cock shaft.
"I want you ... need you," he growled. "Need you ... NOW!"
Kathy felt the burning fires of sex well up inside her. His cock pistoned-fucked her asshole and the undeniable sensation of passion invaded her. She trembled at the sensation of so much dick up her ass channel.
"Cum! ... Oh, God make me cum!!!" he screamed at her, his bulging dick begging for release.
Kathy was completely consumed by the act of sex. Her every breath, every beat of her heart was channeled now to maximize her orgasm. She was driven to meet the harsh demands of her body, to satisfy her sex
"CUMMING! CUMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG! Here it is! Hot, ready cum!" screamed Bill, as his dick spurted out its white, sticky message.
"Oh God!" she screamed as the fluid oozed over the tortured walls of her ass channel. "Oh God! So good! So fucking good."
Bill bucked his hips wildly. He was really full of cum juice this time and he wanted every drop to jet into her ass. "Aaaaiiiieeee!" he screamed, as his lust juice flowed down his shaft and exploded into her channel. "Take it, baby! Take my hot, sticky cum!"
Kathy hunched up her hips and let the juice shoot up into her. She groaned with ecstatic delight as boiling cum surged into the most private recesses of her body.
She felt light headed and her vision clouded with hot flashes of white light. Even the pain in her asshole stopped hurting as her orgasm jolted her nerve chain.
"Oh, don't stop," she pleaded. She never realized sex could be so wild and unrestrained. It rejuvenated the tortured recesses of her cunt as nothing ever had before.
As he withdrew his cock, Kathy wondered for a second if it had all been a crazy dream. That their lovemaking had never happened. Then she gazed down at Bill's limp dick. Quietly she touched his wilted member and delicately licked all the passion residue from the shaft. It smelled and tasted gamy but that didn't stop her from cleaning every speck of shaft.
"Oh, you are good to me," she said collapsing into his arms, "I never want you to leave me again."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In a few short weeks, Kathy had come a long way from the ramshackle farmhouse to the plush ocean side apartment. Yet she felt frustrated despite her new surroundings. Jill, she found to her dismay, was every bit as domineering and selfish as her mother had been.
And though Kathy was hardly a child, Jill treated her as such, making her follow the same strict regime as her two children. It was evident that Kathy was far more mature than her thirteen years; yet, Jill persisted in upholding the myth that all children are alike and must be treated as such.
But Jill was paying all the bills, and until her father found a job of his own, Kathy realized she had to keep her emotions firmly under control. She would act the part of the budding adolescent and play all the childish games with Martha and David. Actually she didn't mind being a child at times. She could play on the beach and go to movies at night and not have to worry about fending for herself. That's what parents were for, she reasoned. Let them have the responsibility and the kids will have the fun.
But if Kathy found her new life bearable, sex was never far from her mind. Though she still managed to slip out to a nearby motel twice a week with her father, her sexual fires were never far from burning out of control. In her father, she had found the perfect lover and her whole life evolved around those few precious hours each week when that rock hard cock of his invaded her body.
She never tired of committing the sex act. There were so many positions to try out and so many ways to receive his swollen dick, that Kathy felt assured that she would never take sex for granted.
She realized that sex was as important to her well being as the very act breathing. She was a sexual being and without that firm penis probing her cunt or thrusting into her mouth or asshole, she knew life would seem meaningless.
Once inside a motel room following a torrid bout of lovemaking with Bill, she broke down and pleaded with him to leave Jill and take off with her to some new, unexplored place.
"Daddy, this is so dumb meeting like this," she said. "I'm your daughter, Kathy, remember? Why do we have to hide from Jill if we want to have sex?"
"I know, I know," he replied weakly. "It will change soon, baby, I promise you."
So they continued their charade for the benefit of Jill and her children; and gradually Kathy learned to live within the limitations of her new life.
"Be good children and we'll be back soon," said Jill, arranging her hair. Bill stood beside her and smiled weakly at Kathy as he helped Jill on with her coat. His eyes told her that dining out alone was Jill's doing and not his. Still, she could not suppress her resentment for being snubbed as a dinner guest. But she had other things to occupy her mind.
After the door had closed, Kathy went into her bedroom with Martha and locked the door. Quickly she removed her blouse and Levi's and told Martha to do the same.
"Oh, this is so exciting," Martha said, slipping off her clothes. Martha was a year younger than Kathy and much less developed. Her tits were just beginning to take on the gentle curve of ripe, young breasts and her mound was practically hairless. Yet Martha was not as immature as she looked, for inside her gangling, body was seething well of passion! In the private world of their bedroom, Kathy had told her of the wild, untamed sex-world that awaited her and Martha was all too ready to enter it!
"I want to learn everything about sex," she said frankly. "I want my tits to feel warm and hot and I want to feel the throbbing excitement again between my legs."
"And you will, Martha," assured Kathy. "There arc so many ways to make your body work for you. You can cum lying down, or sitting up, or just walking down the street." She had Martha lie down on the bed and slowly rolled down the sheer nylon panties that covered her hairless cunt. She then guided her fingers up to the flattened mounds of her tits and rubbed Martha's rigid nipples with her finger tips.
"Oooooo!!!" Martha said, squirming under Kathy's touch. "That's what I want. God, yes, that's the feeling!"
Kathy continued messaging the girl's diamond hard nipples until the aureolas turned a crimson red. Her own heart was pounding with desire as she helped Martha into the initial stages of her first orgasm. Though it had only been a few days since her last fucking session with Bill, Kathy's slim body ached with sexual longing. She needed sex every day and it infuriated her that this was not to be.
"Lie still," she commanded. "Now take your fingers and follow me. Rub your tits as I have shown you."
"Yes, yes, I will," said Martha, her deft fingers imitating Kathy's graceful erotic gestures. "Oh, yes, that feels good. And I'm doing it myself. Wowww! Look at that!"
While Martha fingered her tits, Kathy caressed the girl's virgin flesh, moving along the quivering flesh of her abdomen down to bare mound of her cunt. Kathy felt a jolt of excitement rush through her nervous system as she stared down at the bald mound. Her own cunt had a full rich tuft of blonde hair covering her slit; but the idea of a bald cunt seemed very sensual. The hairless skin was soft and pure to the touch. She moved her fingers across the cunt opening and drew an invisible design along Martha's supple thighs. Her heart pounded furiously inside her chest and wild, lusty thoughts filled her mind. She had such a beautiful cunt, thought Kathy, a sweet-smelling, wonderful little cunt.
"Ohhhh! Don't stop, Kathy ... no, don't stop doing that to me," pleaded Martha.
Kathy massaged the girl's virgin slit opening with slow, circular strokes so that the muscles would be soft and pliable when she attempted penetration. As she stroked her mound, a pungent aroma emanated from the girl's cunt slit.
"Ahhhh, gooood! Smell that? Can you smell your cunt juice?" Kathy said, rubbing the hairless mound with greater speed. "That tells me your little cunt is all ready for a good eating." Kathy pulled herself up on Martha gangly body so her own cunt was in easy reach of Martha's mouth. "Now just do the same thing I do," said Kathy, holding Martha's thighs open with each arm. "Work your tongue around inside me and don't feel afraid."
"Oh, I don't at all," said Martha. "And do you turn me on! Oh hurry, let's do right now."
Kathy dipped her head into the passion-soaked V of Martha's crotch and drew her tongue across the hairline edge of Martha's snatch.
"Hhhhhmmmm!!!" Martha said, sticking her head into Kathy's pubic thatch and repeated the stroking technique. Kathy felt the explosion of a thousands microscopic needle pricks jolt her brain. The feeling of Martha's hot mouth was more exciting than she had thought possible. "That's right! Keep sucking my cunt!" she groaned. "Now do this to me." Kathy pulled the tight labia apart and stroked her tongue gently into mouth opening of the cunt. She felt Martha's hips buck convulsively at the sudden intrusion of her wet, probing tongue. But that did not stop her from plunging deeper inside Martha's virgin slit.
"Oh, help me! Oh, how wonderful!" yelled Martha. From the deepest recesses of her cunt came the tingling warmth of sexual excitement. Her belly begged for ripe, untried pleasures, and her response to Kathy's physical advances was punctuated by deep moans and gasps. "I'm so frightened ... I don't know what's happening to me ... I-I ... OHHHH!!"
"That's good. Lay back and take it in," whispered Kathy, her fingers stretching the cunt opening wide so her tongue could advance deeper into her wet slit. So anxious was Kathy to taste the sweet nectar of Martha's virgin cunt that she decided to forgo her own orgasm, at least for the time being.
She heard Martha moan in a mixture of lust and fear as she thrusted her tongue in and out of her cunt. She knew that Martha was new to the joys of sex and that her tongue fucking was every bit as exciting to Martha as a hard, pounding cock would be to her.
"I know how you feel," thought Kathy, "A wild sensations in the cunt ... then you just have to fuck and fuck until your body gets all the satisfaction it wants ... Well, here it comes!"
The last shreds of resistance melted with the white hot stabbings of Kathy's tongue. Faster and faster she thrusted her tongue into Martha's weeping slit, dragging out the strong smelling cunt juice and lapping it down with great sucking licks.
Under Kathy's intense lovemaking, Martha's passion built to intolerable levels. "Ooooohhhh! Yessss! Oh God! I can't fight it any longer." Her taut belly bucked against Kathy's tits and her whole body trembled and shook. Her budding nipples grew tight and her chest expanded as she gasped for air. "Here it is ... Oh, yes here's my first cum!! AHHHH!"
As if on cue, Kathy punished Martha's young cunt with a flurry of deep probing tongue plunges that set her cunt on fire. She felt the mucous lining of her cunt walls expand inward as her twat drew back to deliver its first orgasm. Cum, baby! Cum! thought Kathy. She felt the same tension and fear that had overwhelmed her that first time with Uncle Ted; an instinctive sensation that burned inside her and was impossible to ignore. She knew exactly how good Martha felt and was excited to have been responsible for bringing the awkward little girl to such heights of euphoria.
"Aaaaiiiieee!!! CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!" Martha screamed out, bucking her cunt as the walls thundered into their first orgasm. "OOOOHHHH!! FUCK! AAAAHHHH!!!"
"Oh, God all mighty! This must be how father feels when he's in my cunt!" Kathy glued her mouth onto the cunt opening and rode out Martha's orgasm. The juice was still running from her parted twat slit as Kathy greedily lapped up every savory drop. Indeed how wonderful it was to make love, and she wondered what Martha would be like to live with now that her cunt had felt the first pangs of sexual pleasure. It was an interesting thought.
Martha smiled in rapturous delight as she lay back in Kathy's arms. "See how beautiful sex is," Kathy was telling her. And indeed it was. It was more satisfying than anything she had tried before. Kathy's teasing fingers had brought new, mysterious sensations to her body. Her cunt still burned with an after glow where Kathy's tongue had thrusted inside her. Yes, it was beautiful, she thought. But there were still a few things that puzzled her.
"How does it feel when a prick is inside you?" she asked. "Is it good?"
"Ohhh," she moaned, imagining the hard, firm shaft of her father's cock inside her, "there is nothing better." And indeed just the thought of sex made her cunt run with love juice.
"I bet you want a man right now," Martha said. "You have this crazy look in your eyes." She edged towards Kathy and draped her arm into the V of her crotch. "Well, wouldn't that be wonderful?"
"Hhhhhmmmm!!!" moaned Kathy, fantasizing over how wonderful the taste of sticky cock fluid would be streaming down her throat. Kathy looked over at Martha and was surprised to see the impish smile spread across her face. "Oh, I can tell you have something very exciting in mind."
Without saying a word, Martha took Kathy's hand and led her through the bedroom out into the dark hallway. The apartment was unusually still, thought Kathy and except for the bathing of her heart, there was no noise at all. Martha led her through the hallway and stopped outside the bathroom door. Kathy stopped and listened: At first she heard nothing. Then, after several seconds, her ears picked up the steady. Undeniable rhythms of flesh meeting flesh. David's jacking off! was what went through her mind.
Kathy had to swallow hard to control herself. She felt her heart fluttering inside her chest, and her body seemed to vibrate like a tuning fork. In the few weeks she had spent with her father in Jill's apartment, she had hardly thought about David. Not that he was not a good looking boy or that she sensed some deep seated animosity between them. It just seemed that their interests never crossed, at least until this moment.
Kathy was aware that neither she nor Martha had put any clothes on after their lovemaking session and that they stood before the bathroom door listening to a young man pound his cock into submission completely naked.
Martha gave her a school girl look as if to dare her to go inside the bathroom. Oh, God, I can't do that. I just can't walk into a bathroom stark naked and watch a boy masturbate his cock. it seemed a ludicrous, unnatural situation and Kathy was both confused by its strangeness and allured by the idea of sex. She felt wave after wave of warmth ripple through her body. She couldn't fight it, couldn't fight the passion that had driven her body to the point of hysteria.
She put her hand around the doorknob and her fingers froze. Inside she could hear David's voice, the timber growing increasingly loud, "Mmmmm! ... Yeah ... All right ... Cum cock, cum! ... Spit your juice!!! Shoot, damn it ... Shoot!"
Kathy knew if she didn't enter the bathroom immediately, that it would be too late. She would miss her chance. She turned the door knob and rushed inside.
The lights blinded her at first and she could make out only the haziest of outlines. It was a strange feeling, almost eerie like being underwater and trying to see without a face mask. Abruptly her eyes focused in on David's face, his expression frozen in fear. They said nothing and Kathy realized that they were both panting from exertion.
She examined his penis. David was still cupping the shaft with his hand, but she had no trouble determining its handsome size, nor its wedge-shaped cock head. It was a formidable cock, she realized, not yet the size of her father's, but still a good sized cock, with plenty of thickness in the shaft.
"Get out! God, get out!" David said, his voice breaking the cloud of silence that had surrounded them.
Kathy was stunned. She didn't know what to say, or what to do. She was staring at a very embarrassed young boy who had been enjoying the pleasures of masturbation, before she had interrupted him. But she didn't want to leave, such was her fascination with his cock. And she suspected that it was not his wish either.
"Please, David ... be kind," she said, for won't of anything better to say. "Don't make me go. I don't want to go." She stared at him rather hesitantly at first, since she felt awkward and unsure of herself. She stood before him, arching her breasts so that the hard nipples were at his eye level.
"No ... go! Get out! Go away!" David said. They were the only words that came to his surprised mind. He didn't know what he wanted. He shifted his butt on the toilet seat, but still grasped his cock shaft, as if the act of holding his penis would lead, him to the right solution.
Kathy, however, was one girl that didn't remain silent once her mind was made up. And the tingling sensation in her nipples and the glowing warmth in her cunt was reminding him of what her body need most.
"Please, David. I won't hurt you," she said, kneeling down so his knees came to her chin. Kathy looked straight at the wedge-shaped face of David's prick and was happily surprised that the shaft was still hard, and the tip still gorged with blood.
"You've never had a girl before," she said, her eyes now looking deep into his. "Would you like me, David? Would you like me to suck your cock."
When David did not reply immediately she placed her hand gently on the cock tip. Man was he hard! she thought. I want to have him now!
Even David was amazed how hard he was. In the countless times he had pummeled his cock, his prick had never approached its current state of erection. David released his hand and let his shaft stand out in front of him. His cock hurt when he touched it and it hurt when it stood free. He looked at Kathy's pretty mouth ant shuddered at the thought of her moist lips surrounding his cock. It would feel good, he thought. Indeed, it seemed the most exquisite kind of pleasure possible.
"Yes ... do it," he uttered, trying to look away while he said the words, but unable to make his eyes move from the sight of her glorious mouth.
Kathy was panting, she was so horny to feel cock once again nestled inside her. Eagerly she bent over her prize specimen and popped his rigid prick into her mouth.
For several seconds they remained silent while Kathy let his tool slip in and out of her face. There wasn't anyway that David could stroke her breasts, but that didn't make any difference. Kathy was content the way she was, kneeling before David with his prick in her mouth.
"Ooooohhhh!!!" groaned David who could no longer resist her sensual charms. His balls were tight up against his cock and he knew they were working up to a giant cum shoot.
He reached forward and cupped Kathy's ears with his hands so he could face up against his tool. He felt his cock quiver and for a wild moment, he thought it was all over, that his jizz had shot all over the roof of her mouth. But he was relieved to discover that it was only Kathy's tongue tickling the soft skin under the wedge-shaped cock head.
"Hurrrryy! Jesus! Doooo iiiiit!!!" he said, "Let's get it on!"
Kathy slid down on his joint and really began to suck up a storm on David's cock. It was his first time and she wanted to make it a success. She wanted him to feel the glorious sensation she had experienced those quick few months ago in that Gibbsville motel. Everyone remembers the first time they cum, she thought, and she wanted David's first time to be a good one.
"Do it! Do it harder!" screamed David, feeling a really hard surge of cockcream. They were both breathing hard and both tensing their bodies waiting for David's cum. She loved this moment when a man's strength seemed to jolt her to the very core of her being. The mere sensation of David's cock in her mouth was enough to set her cunt quivering with expectation.
"Ohhhh, here it is!!!" screamed David, his cock lunging in and out of Kathy's mouth. "Oh, my God look at that! I'm cumming!"
And David was, with a force that seemed out of proportion for his androgynous, fourteen-year-old body. The hot, foaming liquid squirted into her mouth, then it was followed by greater ejaculations of cum.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!!!" David yelled, bucking his hips.
"Fuck!!! Fuck!!!" Kathy gulped and gulped the hot, thick cum juice, trying not to miss a single drop. She sucked until her throat hurt and her lips trembled. Then, David's cock went soft and she finished gulping down his hot fluid.
David pulled out and Kathy rested her head on his knee. Neither said anything for there wasn't any need to. It was the first time for David, but he realized that there would be many more good times ahead.
And Kathy realized that she had the capacity to love a great many men. She would continued to fuck her father, but that did not mean he would be the only man in her life. Certainly her love for him was a great encompassing one. But now there was David to share her love charms with. And as long as she felt happy, Kathy was determined to continue sharing her body and her love. For that was the kind of girl she was.
