At eighteen, a young girl of today is no longer naive and inexperienced as her mother or grandmother might have been at the same age. For Peggy it was quite normal and acceptable that she should travel through Europe with Mike, bouncing through the landscape on the buddy-seat of his motor bike.
Still, precisely because she was young, it took her much too long to find out that Mike was not right for her, that what she had hoped would be a summer of fun was turning into one of utter misery, and when she told him that it was over, that they were through, she felt more alone than ever before in her life, stranded in a strange city, in a strange country.
But Peggy was pretty and friendly, and long before she thought it possible, she had friends, a job and more love than most girls can handle.
It wasn't the usual kind of love anymore, not the one she was familiar with, not the love of one person at a time, but Peggy proved that she could handle any situation and even take the lead when others faltered.
Thrown into the midst of the Landers family, that of an American officer stationed in Germany, she quickly understood the undercurrents and tensions, the resentments and the love that existed between the members of this microcosm. Passions flared, frustrations made them all turn to the newcomer, and where another girl might have become a mere pleasure object or taken flight, Peggy soon proved that her understanding of human nature, that intuitive, female understanding, was enabling her to take the lead, to show the way, to bring about changes within the family that would remain long after she was gone.
Major Jim Landers' pretty German mistress easily joined forces with Peggy, and together they found and gave pleasure until pleasure replaced tension in the relationships between the family members.
No, Peggy did not follow the standards of generally accepted morality, and yet there was never a malicious intention in what she did, never that truly immoral selfishness which seeks pleasure without considering the needs of others.
CHAPTER ONE
Peggy struggled to get the straps of her backpack on as she looked into the drizzle. Mike and the motorcycle had long disappeared, somewhere at the other side of the big square, but she was still looking in that direction.
Her combat jacket was soaked, the sleeves got stuck in the leather straps and Peggy began to shrug and jump to get the pack in place. At the same time she was swearing very softly.
Mainly she was swearing at herself. It was all right to send one's boyfriend to hell if he deserved it, and Mike sure did, but it was another thing to do it when it was raining, when you were in Kaiserslautern, of all forsaken places, when you were down to your last twenty buck traveler's check and when the boyfriend was the means of transportation, back to civilization, such as Paris, Amsterdam, Basel--anywhere but here.
Two thousand three hundred and forty-seven miles. Peggy had kept track from the beginning, as if it could mean breaking some kind of a record. Two thousand three hundred and forty-seven miles of European roads, and all with one's arms wrapped around Mike's leather-jacketed torso must represent some kind of record, Peggy told herself. It had taken her all summer to find out, too. When she should have seen and recognized the first signs even before they had started out together, back in June.
And what had she done this time to get him all worked up? She had said, 'Thank you," just simply, "Thank you," to that G.I. at the next table, at the Schwan-Hotel, when he had leaned over and lit her cigarette. And sure, she had smiled a little, and he was a hell of a lot better looking than Mike. But that had been all, absolutely all, and Mike had pestered her all night, with that sneaky, ironic manner he always had when he got jealous.
Oh, Mike wasn't in love, and he never pretended to be. But that had nothing to do with jealousy. Just like he'd have a fit if anybody else wanted to use his motorcycle. Yeah, that's what it was, nothing more. Mike just didn't want anybody to mess with his things. Probably got into fights over his toy shovel, way back when he was still in the sandbox.
"If you like soldiers, baby," he had said, "why don't you say so? We're in the right place for it, too, you can have your pick. French, German, or American. Enlisted men, officers, Army, Air Force, you name it. How about it tomorrow? Want me to take you over to the barracks in the morning? Just say the word."
And all that after a grueling day in the rain, a pretty lousy and expensive dinner--of course they'd gone fifty-fifty, as always--and when all she really needed was a little understanding and tenderness. For once that she was really in the mood with him.
Of course he had spoiled it all and she had cried herself to sleep when he was already snoring, happy, and content after working off his bad temper on her.
Peggy had really gotten mad only after breakfast, the morning after. Yeah, fifteen minutes ago. That's when she had let him have it. He had started up again, grinning that stupid grin of his and asking her whether she really didn't want to pick herself up one of those soldier boys, just when a little group of them had stopped and looked. The bike, that's what they'd been looking at, Peggy was quite sure of it. She was nothing much to look at anymore, at this stage of the game, after all these miles under her belt. The blonde hair bedraggled, the thick jacket, the dirty levis bulky on her slim body, rain dripping down her face--no, it must have been that motorcycle.
She had already been on the back seat, her arms around him like always. And then something had just snapped and she had jumped off, pulled out her back pack and tossed it on the ground.
"Fuck you, you son of a bitch," she had shouted at him, "fuck you and good-bye."
Mike had looked embarrassed and the three soldiers had quickly walked away, grinning at each other. Mike didn't like scenes in public, he liked them in the bedroom.
He had tried to reason with her, he had even tried to apologize, clumsily, ineffectively, sitting in his saddle in the rain, and at another time she might have come around, if for no other reason than that stupid grin of his she had fallen for in the first place. But then it wasn't just him anymore. It was his damn bike, his damn leather jacket that always seemed to slip away from her when it got wet, it was the bouncing on the roads, it was the weather--it was just everything.
"Get out of here, Mike," she had told him finally, "let's just say it was fun, to a point. Now we're at that point, okay? So good luck, happy cycling, and say hello to Broadway for me, if you ever get back."
Then he had sworn at her, spitting it out through clenched teeth, saying all the nasty things he had thought and not dared say before, he had hurt her with cold, bitter words, the way you tear up or break something you discard for good, something you know you're not going to use again, and then he had taken off. Rrrroooommmm, rrrooooommm, and he was at the other end of the square, and then around the corner.
They were going to make out all right in Saarbrucken, she remembered now. There wasn't much nightlife there, not like Kaiserslautern, a town that really jumped, now that it had seen thirty-odd years of garrison life. With Mike's guitar and her singing, with a few really way-out numbers they'd worked out together, things these people here had probably never heard before, they would have enough bread for Paris, and then they'd see.
But alone, here in this town? Not a chance, she told herself. You can't sing that stuff without a guitar, and certainly not in Kaiserslautern where they had seen better.
Twenty bucks-shit. Less than nothing, thought Peggy, getting her back pack finally adjusted, just in time to realize that there wasn't anywhere she wanted to go. This was no weather to camp out anyway, and if she had to blow her last dollars on another night at the hotel, then blow it she would. And a couple of good meals perhaps-well, one at least. She couldn't possibly be worse off twenty-four hours from now than she was at this very moment, she told herself.
The desk clerk's smile was as frozen and impersonal, when she returned into the lobby, as it had been the night before, when they had checked in. I'm afraid the room is no longer free," he murmured. "And it was the last one. Weekend coming up, you understand--" Sure she understood. Weekend, shack-up time for military personnel. They must have waiting lists here.
The clerk was still smiling of course, but she could see in his eyes that what he was thinking was that she should go and play in the rain, where she belonged, and that he hoped she wouldn't decide to sit down in one of the arm chairs in the lobby, not with her wet clothes.
"Miss--oh, Miss?" Peggy turned, not quite sure that it was she who was meant. But the young woman with the open magazine on her lap, sitting by the potted palm, was smiling at her.
"Yes?" said Peggy, smiling back and coming closer. When you're all alone in a strange town and another girl turns to you and shows a friendly face, it sort of feels good. Usually it's some guy, and rarely the right kind.
"You are American, aren't you, Miss?" the young woman asked, her voice slightly accented. It was a German accent.
"Yes, I'm from the States," said Peggy.
"I thought so," smiled the woman, her eyes making a quick inventory of the shapeless clothes Peggy was wearing. Sure, only American girls ran around Europe looking like shaggy rats, it was almost a uniform, in the summer. But there was nothing critical, nothing that connoted disapproval in the woman's look. Just a verification of facts.
"You will think perhaps that I am very much forward, Miss," the young woman said now, and one eyebrow was raised in cute apology, "but-well, you will forgive me, Miss, but I wanted to ask, is it possible you need a job? Just for a while, Miss, to make easier traveling?"
The young woman was quite well-dressed, almost elegant, thought Peggy, but not showy. Pretty. About twenty-two, twenty-three. She looked like a nice person.
"You forgive me, Miss?" she asked quickly when Peggy seemed to hesitate.
"Oh, it's all right," she shrugged easily, "I'm pretty broke and it shows, I guess. Sure, I could use a job of some kind, lady."
"Gertie," smiled the woman, "Gertie Kunz. You forgive me for asking, yes?"
"Yes, yes, sure Gertie. What's this all about? By the way, I'm Peggy. Peggy Finley."
"You are a student?"
"Well-sort of. I'm going to be, I guess, when I get back home. Starting college, I hope."
"Starting?" Gertie repeated, somewhat surprised, "you must be very young in that case."
"Almost eighteen," said Peggy. "Just before Christmas. I mean that's when I'm gonna be eighteen."
Gertie Kunz chewed on her lower lip and for a moment she seemed to think something over. She looked at Peggy with a questioning, searching look somehow, the girl thought. Wasn't she old enough for the job? Maybe she should have said she was twenty-- "Why don't we sit over there, in the restaurant?" Gertie suggested suddenly. "It is perhaps still possible to obtain coffee, cake, okay?"
"I've just had breakfast," grinned Peggy, "but--well, sure, I could stand a second one." She had learned during the last few weeks especially that it was foolish indeed to pass up a meal, never mind when it came, never mind how large or small it was.
"Then please, yes, we shall go," nodded Gertie happily and rose.
"You know what is a "au pair" girl, Peggy?" asked Gertie when the coffee was served.
"I think so," said Peggy, "it's a sort of chambermaid or something, isn't it?"
"Oh, no, no, not something like that. It is much nicer. It is often a student, from another country living with a family. She helps a little, she studies a little, she gets paid a little. German girls go to England, to France, English girls go to Germany, to Spain, it's like that, always live with family, eat with family, play with children do a little work. Sometimes with nice people, sometimes people not so nice, but--" Gertie shrugged a little and grinned pleasantly, "girl always free to go. No contract, no work permit, no nothing. Free as--how you say--nightingale, right?"
"Free as a lark," murmured Peggy helpfully. "No, is 'happy as a lark' " laughed Gertie, obviously happy to show off a little.
"You're right, you're right," nodded Peggy gravely, "happy as a lark and free as a bird. Any bird, really." And then she too laughed. Why, that Gertie was all right, she thought. She could really like her. But now she wanted to know a little more about the job.
"You thought I could get a job as an "au pair" girl somewhere around here? You know some family who needs one?"
Gertie nodded happily. "Is very nice family, American family," she said. "And they want American girl. Not easy to get an American girl in Kaiserslautern, if you go they are very lucky."
"Well, that would be all right with me," said Peggy happily, "but it wouldn't be for too long. And I hadn't planned on learning German this year anyway--but say, why do they want an American?"
Gertie looked down and sighed a little. Then she shrugged her shoulders, shook her head sadly and said, "German girls in Kaiserslautern is very difficult. Much bad experience."
"What do you mean?" asked Peggy.
"Three German girls work for Mrs. Landers, three in three months. One week, all right. Two weeks, all right. And then three weeks becomes difficult. So many soldiers in Kaiserslautern, so many fine young men. Girls are no longer interested in Landers family, girls are interested in young soldier. No more studying, no more staying home, very difficult."
"And Americans? What would be so different there?" grinned Peggy. She didn't have to be told that there was huge choice of "fine young men" in town.
"Oh, Mrs. Landers say that American girls are not like girls here. Not so man-crazy. And is only for a little while, right?"
"She hasn't been back in the States for a while, your Mrs. Landers, has she?" said Peggy. 'Things aren't so different there, not really."
"Oh, but yes. Very different. American girls like nice men, but not go crazy. Still study, still work, make love when time is right." Gertie blushed a little, as she added, "and not in front of children--"
"Oh, I see," chuckled Peggy. "Is that what's happened?"
"Terrible, terrible," murmured Gertie, shaking her head to show how scandalized she was, but the corners of her mouth were twitching a little with secret amusement.
"Well, okay, then," grinned Peggy, "I do need the job, and for a few weeks I'll just try and behave myself. When do I meet these Landers people?"
"Monday, Peggy. They went to Heidelberg for the weekend. They will return on Monday, you will meet them. I shall introduce you to them on Monday, okay?"
Peggy nodded but her face had become a little longer.
"Say," she asked, "you wouldn't know some cheap place around here where I could get room and board for twenty bucks, until Monday?"
"Oh, oh, you have no place to stay. Oh, but that is not a problem Peggy, please you come and stay at my house, is very small but nice clean room--"
"Oh really-"
"No, no, you come and be my guest. I like to have guests, like very much." Gertie seemed indeed to be delighted and since it seemed to be the best solution possible, Peggy was not too hard to convince. Besides, she was really beginning to like the woman.
It was a bright, lovely little two-room apartment not far from the hotel, from the center of town. The first thing Gertie did was to throw her closet open and to tell her young guest to put on something dry. She had a few pretty way-out dresses too, this Gertie thought Peggy. But she thanked her and told her that she did have dry things in her back pack, and if she could just change now-- "I make you nice hot bath first," said Gertie and threw herself into a flurry of activity, running the water in the bathroom, bringing clean towels from the closet, running back and forth from one end of the apartment to the other, visibly enjoying her role as hostess.
"You're very nice, you know," said Peggy, touched by so much attention and Gertie stopped in the middle of the room, looked at her and smiled.
"You are nice too, Peggy. I could tell when I saw you first in the hotel. Yes, you are nice. You like to talk a little while you take the bath? We can talk about the job if you want, or you just tell me how you like Europe. You like?"
"I like, I like," laughed Peggy, "especially when the sun is shining. Come on, pull up a chair by the tub, let's get acquainted a little." She could sense a certain reserve, almost a kind of shyness in that young woman, even though she was a few older than herself. Somehow, at not quite eighteen, Peggy felt much more at ease with strangers. Maybe it had something to do with being American, or maybe just because she'd been around a little--Peggy slipped out of her clothes and slowly crouched down into the warm water, saying "mmmmm" and closing her eyes with the voluptuous feeling of it. In her anger, in her hurry, she had not bothered with more than a shower last night, and this morning not even that. But there was really nothing like these big, German tubs. You could just sit, and sit, and sit, until the skin on your fingertips got as wrinkled as dried prunes, and when you did that you didn't have a worry in the world.
"You are very pretty," murmured Gertie as she sat down on the little white stool by the tub. "Very." It was a shy little whisper, no more, but so full of sincerity.
"Thanks," sighed Peggy and looked down at her firm young breasts at the surface of the water, at her smooth belly, the long, shapely legs, as if to double-check that all was still as it should be.
Peggy did sort of like the way she was put together and she didn't mind it one bit if somebody else shared that opinion.
"How many kids do the Landers have? I'm pretty good with kids."
"Two. A little girl of fourteen and a boy sixteen. Very nice children, you will have no trouble." Mrs. Landers is also very nice person, very kind, and her husband is an American Major."
"Well, well, a major," said Peggy, somewhat surprised, although she realized this, would be rather commonplace in Kaiserslautern.
Somehow she had thought of a businessman of some kind, one of those American expatriates, working for some large firm in Europe. Well, his firm was sure large enough.
"They live in Vogelweh, big apartment buildings for Army personnel. Just ten minutes from here with the car. You can also take bus."
"Oh, I don't intend to hang around town too much once I'm settled down. I can do with a few weeks of peace and quiet, without any of those nice young men you mentioned. I mean, after what I've been through."
Peggy felt that she could indulge in a little self-pity just now and that she would receive all the sympathy she wanted. That too would feel good, just like the bath.
"Ah, men," sighed Gertie, "they are difficult sometime--" And for the first time in months, at times with vehemence and at times with the shaky voice of a hurt little girl, Peggy poured out her heart, saying much more than she had intended, and when she was through she was herself a little astonished. Why, Mike was a first class rat-fink. A miserable, petty, selfish little nobody who had driven her up the walls. Never before had she actually realized it quite so plainly, and the total effect of this discovery upon her was to release the floodgates. Yes, a good, hearty cry was definitely in order, and when Gertie leaned forward and gently, hesitatingly, touched her fingertips to the top of her head, she simply whirled toward her, reached out until the young woman's arms were around her shoulders, and finished her cry against her breast. Oh, how good it felt.
Gertie's hand was stroking over her wet hair now, slowly, stroke after stroke, and that too felt good. She was murmuring something in German, something Peggy couldn't understand, but that didn't matter. It sounded sweet, full of understanding, full of compassion.
"You wanna wash my back?" she asked finally in a small voice, looking up at Gertie. And then she saw the young woman's eyes. She saw something that looked familiar, something she had seen before, it seemed like so long ago-in the eyes of a frail, timid girl in her class, at high school, a girl who seldom spoke, who kept to herself. She too had looked at her like that one afternoon when they had talked, when Betty had come to her house to help her with some homework. Betty was shy but she was a whiz with algebra all right.
Yes, Betty had looked just exactly like that, when the books had been put away, when the minutes had gone by like seconds, the hours like minutes. And then she had slept over, she had slipped into Peggy's bed, small and cold to the touch at first, and in the darkness her timidity had disappeared, dissipated itself as their hands first, then their lips, and then their young, awakening bodies had found each other.
It had happened only once, and it had been so delicious. Only once, because Peggy had made it with Jim a little later that week, Jim who was her first one ever.
"Sit still," murmured Gertie. And then she reached for the soap and lathered her hands. Slowly, firmly, with her bare palms sliding and slipping against the smooth skin of Peggy's back, she began washing her. Up and down, up and down, pressing now with the fingertips going into the muscles, massaging them, soothing them.
Peggy kept her eyes closed and neither of them spoke for a while, for as long as it lasted.
"Peggy-" whispered the young woman suddenly, stopping the caressing contact, "oh, Peggy--" it was a sigh, almost a sob.
I must help her, thought Peggy. I want to. And she turned, looked up at the large, liquid eyes, brown and troubled now, searching the young girl's face with a kind of desperation and trembling hope.
Peggy reached up, with her wet, dripping arms, round and shiny with the water, as she turned sideways and put her head on Gertie's lap.
"Little girl--" whispered the young woman, touching her head gently, "my little girl-" and then she bent down to her, brushed aside the long blonde hair at the nape of the neck and applied her lips very softly, very gently, to the downy skin there.
I'm not scared at all, thought Peggy. Not one little bit, not of Gertie--and it feels so good, so good.
Slow gentle hands slipped from her hair onto her back, following the sweep of the strong young muscles, the curve of the leaning girl's spine, bringing tingle after tingle to her entire being. Further and further went the woman's hands, down into the water and up again, splashing, washing, holding and pressing into the yielding flesh with her mounting urgency.
Gertie's breath was coming quickly now but she said nothing. There was just this heavy breathing, in and out, in and out, almost a sigh at Peggy's ear, and suddenly Peggy knew that nothing further would happen until she herself could somehow indicate to Gertie that she wanted more.
Against her cheek, in the woman's lap, Peggy could feel the warmth and softness of thighs and belly. Gertie's dress had become wet from the dripping water flowing from Peggy's face and hair, the thin material was clinging to her skin. With the tips of her fingers Peggy began moving the folds of the skirt, smoothing them and then wrinkling them again on Gertie's thighs. The fingers went up toward the belly, then down again. Out toward the sides and in, to the softness that lay between the thighs. The hands went higher and higher, closer each time to the most sensitive, intimate zone on a woman's body.
Peggy smiled secretly, her face turned down, as she felt the vibrations that were running through Gertie. Long, trembling shivers, an almost imperceptible opening and closing of her thighs, a harder, more insistent pressure along the girl's back.
Peggy felt strangely lucid. We're going to do it, she thought. It was becoming a certainty now and without seeing it she could sense the presence of the full, sensuous Ups above her neck, hesitating, trembling perhaps, and she knew exactly at what moment they would come down again on her neck.
When they did, Peggy wriggled a little in the tub, lifted herself up more until she knelt and thus forced Gertie to sit up. At last they were face to face, eyes staring into eyes, questioning, assenting, smiling.
Their mouths moved toward each other simultaneously and slowly. The first contact was with the tips of their lips only, a soft brushing of sensitive skin against sensitive skin, and Peggy felt the warmth of exhaled breath on her face, the sweet trembling sigh of controlled, pent-up passion.
Peggy let the tip of her tongue slip forward until it was flush with her lips, lying on the lower one and a strangely wild, sudden quiver went through the young woman. Her arms flew around the naked girl's torso, embracing and holding her, clinging to her with something so close to desperation that Peggy felt the need to console, to bring joy.
Deeply, fervently, she pushed her tongue into Gertie's mouth, moving it back and forth a little and feeling it being sucked avidly. She too was holding the woman in her arms now, pressing herself against her, and then she brought her right hand down, between them, fingers open, and pressed it against Gertie's bosom.
She's got nice tits, thought Peggy. Very, very nice tits. She could feel the hard, impertinent nipples, large and swollen, right through the wet material, and then she began unbuttoning Gertie's dress at the collar.
She was continuing to kiss the woman and that one part of herself which always remained lucid, which stood on the sidelines and observed, was wondering who was the seducer and who the seduced. As if it matters, Peggy thought then, tearing open the dress and cupping both of Gertie's breasts in her hands.
Another wild shudder went through the young woman and deep down in her throat a little grunt of passion, of savage desire, revealed an aspect of Gertie's nature which her genteel upbringing, the layers and layers of civilized behavior had been hiding so effectively.
She's wild, she's full of fire, Peggy knew then. Like me, oh yes, just like me. And now, right now, we need each other.
Peggy climbed out of the bathtub, stood before her hostess and pulled her up to her feet. She had taken over the lead at last, she wanted to, she felt she had to. Wetting the front of her dress completely with her body dripping water, Peggy held and kissed Gertie and began rubbing her belly against her, from left to right, from right to left, pressing her young breasts against those, now bare, of the woman.
Together, tightly clinging to each other, they slowly sank to the floor, to the thick, long-haired bathroom rug, all white and soft and soaked with water. Peggy was on top now.
She began to undress Gertie and the young woman held still, her eyes closed, letting her arms and legs be moved this way and that, limp and lifeless, until she too was naked.
"You're playing games with me," whispered Peggy, an excited little laugh making her chest tremble, and she covered Gertie's face with tiny little kisses, "you're playing dead to make me do things to you, aren't you?" And without hesitation now, her right hand found the softness that lay between Gertie's thighs.
Her hand was half-cupped, the fingers slipping down between the legs, the thumb pressing into the dark, silky bush. Her index felt the moisture that was not water, the parting of flesh, the rising of it toward her as the young woman's back began to arch upward.
It was slow and powerful as the swell of an ocean wave, this rising of hips and crotch, this offering to her caress. Peggy lifted herself up a little, moving to the side to let the movement happen. Her eyes roamed up and down the beautiful body of the woman for the first time, taking in the delicate curves, the smoothness of white skin, the pink of the vulva's edge.
Gertie's body was arched fully, her weight resting on shoulders and heels alone, and when Peggy felt the flesh open and ready to receive her, she pushed her first two fingers into the woman.
"Ahhhhh--" It was a long, shivering sigh of such abandon, of such pure delight, that Peggy too began to tremble with an impatient kind of desire.
She removed her hand from Gertie's crotch and lifted one leg over her, came down had and forced her back into the rug. Gertie's thighs opened and held the pressing, searching young thigh, the pelvis rose to it, thrust at it, and Peggy's muscles began to move rhythmically as she, too, began to rub her sex against the woman's flesh.
They held each other again, arms about each other, mouths groping and finding, tongues mingling as they tasted each other's saliva. For a few seconds there was nothing but the silent, savage thrashing about of their flesh, the kicking of their legs, the search for greater pleasure.
I want more and more, thought Peggy. "I want you, oh, I want you," she moaned, her mouth against Gertie's lips. She moved quickly and unhesitatingly, repeating the gestures of long ago, in the moist warmth of her own bed, back home, only that everything had been much slower then, much less precise. This time she knew what she wanted, she knew that it would be hers.
Peggy's face came down upon Gertie's belly, her tongue moving swiftly from smoothness of flesh to the fur of crotch. And then beyond.
Peggy's hands were gentle and efficient. Fingers pried, opened, pulled soft, moist flesh and before her, exposed and thick and pink, lay the young woman's clit. Peggy rushed her lips forward in a pout and laid them, like a suction cup, over the fleshy protrusion.
A little cry rose from Gertie's lips and her hands, with the frenzy, the impatience of someone who was late in doing what must be done, began to move between the teenager's thighs as they opened wide.
She's gonna do it to me now, thought Peggy, delighted, as she continued to suck. She closed her eyes, breathing in through her nose and thrilling to the delicate yet penetrating fragrance of the open, oozing cunt before her. And then she felt the long sweep of a tongue in her slit, a sweep that went from one end to the other, slow and hard and deep. She shuddered, pulling up one knee even further and suddenly pressing her crotch down upon the delicate face between her legs. She could feel it with her flesh, the slightly upturned nose, the fluttering of eyelashes, the softness of lips, and then the tongue shot into her vagina.
Eat me out, Gertie, eat my cunt, thought Peggy. Her fingers, one from the left hand and one from the right one, penetrated into the woman's. Her tongue, licking the tip of the large, erected clit inside her mouth, vibrated with eagerness.
Gertie, whose thighs had seemed to resist ever so slightly now, trembling and only slightly open, fell apart. The vulva was pushed up, open and dripping, hungry for all that it was receiving.
A common movement, a common rhythm had seized the two bodies on the rug, and together they moved, faster and faster, toward the end of the race. Tongues swept from clit to hole and back, fingers probed and rubbed, dug and entered, juices flowed from burning flesh and their soft sighs became savage cries of joy.
At the very second when Peggy started to come through, when she was holding Gertie's clitoris between her lips, she had the vision of something else, though. It was Mike's huge, stiff cock she was sucking now, that smooth, clean, strong part of him, the part she liked in him, the only one. She strained, thrusting and climaxing, waiting for the spurt of semen that would not come.
Shoot your wad, damn you, she thought, tugging with her lips. Shoot me full of it! Her throat was contracting emptily, waiting for the smooth flow of sperm, the warm gobs that she loved to feel as they slip toward her Stomach.
Gertie babbled something in German suddenly, her voice quite shrill with passion, and her crotch kept coming at Peggy's face, again and again, pounding it without hurting, forcing flesh against open teeth.
It's a woman, thought Peggy. Only a woman. A woman like myself. A cunt--a cunt--a twitching, dripping hot little cunt! And the thought of Mike's prick faded away, with it the instant of frustration, as all became pleasure and tenderness again.
CHAPTER TWO
They were lying in bed, side by side, the blanket pulled up to their chins and looking at the ceiling. They were holding each other's hands lightly, fingers interlaced. Peggy knew that just as herself, the young woman was thinking of what had happened to them during the past hour or so.
They had not spoken much, as if there were no words into which they might put what they felt. They had let their bodies speak for them and words were no longer necessary.
From the bathroom they had gone to bed, and their eyes had told each other that they wanted more, much more. They had made love again, and this time Peggy had learned things she had never suspected. Oh, Gertie was equipped for it all right, and the long massive dildo she had pushed into the girl's body had a rubber bulb at one end which Gertie had squeezed at the right moment, sending thick, warm cream spurting up into Peggy's twat. Gertie liked cream, she had whispered, and had sucked it from the girl's body. Peggy had tongued her friend again and then had learned to wield the dildo herself, and grasped just the right rhythm, the right penetration, to make Gertie explode with climax after climax. And now, at last, they were replete, satiated, content, and soon, Peggy knew, they would begin to talk.
"You have had girls before, haven't you?" asked Gertie softly now.
"Did it once with a classmate," murmured Peggy. "But it wasn't anything like with you, you know. We were just kids, we didn't really know how--"
"Then you are content with me?" asked Gertie happily. They turned their heads and looked at each other.
"Whaddya think, silly," grinned Peggy and the young woman's face glowed with a kind of pride that surprised the girl.
"You go for girls, don't you?" asked Peggy. "Sometimes. Yes, I like it, but I am not abnormal, Peggy. I have made love to men. They are not always gentle, nice like you. Girls are more--well you know--they understand each other."
Peggy thought about that one for a while. She had something there, Gertie, no doubt. Take Mike, for instance. Sure, it had been great with him, in bed. But afterwards it was finished for him, he wouldn't have wanted to talk like that.
And of course, when he went down on her he did it only when she really asked him to, and he sure as hell didn't do it quite right. It was foreplay with him, but he'd never made her come that way. He never kept his Ups and his tongue in the same spot long enough for that, he became impatient too soon and wanted to screw. And then he didn't know what felt good to a girl, where the right spots were. He always thought that the deeper he could stick his tongue into her twat, the better it'd be, and he forgot all about how terribly sensitive a woman's clitty really is. It needs sucking, slow, patient, tender sucking, light at first and then harder, and of course Gertie knew that.
"You miss your boy-friend now?" asked Gertie, as if she had been able to read Peggy's mind.
"No, silly. He was impossible. Jealous, selfish. Didn't know how to give head properly either, if you want to know."
"Give head?" the German girl looked puzzled.
"Yeah, going down, you know. Oh, well, cunt-sucking, if you want." She grinned when Gertie's face turned red. Funny how they always say people in Europe are so much more liberated about sex than in the States, and then when you come right down to it, it embarrasses them. But they did it anyway. Maybe if we just talk very freely about it, thought Peggy, and we do a lot less.
"You and I, are sweet together, aren't we?" asked Gertie in a whisper.
"Tops, Gert. Tops."
"Then maybe--maybe you want to stay here? Not work for American family, Peggy, just stay with me a while. You and I friends, you need not work."
Gertie's voice was anxious, a little shaky. Peggy turned to her and took both her hands into hers.
"Don't be silly," she said softly, "I can work and we can still see each other if you still want to--"
"Oh, I want to, but you don't want!"
"What are you talking about--listen, you said yourself that it was guaranteed, I'd have quite a bit of free time with the Landers. Now just because I work for them, that doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with you, Gertie. Gee, on the contrary! What fun it will be, we could see each other every time I'm off!"
The prospect of having a girlfriend for a change, and one such as Gertie to boot, suddenly seemed extremely attractive. After the Michael experience, could a girl ask for anything better?
"When you work you don't want me," said Gertie stubbornly. "Now you want me, yes, not when you work for Landers family."
"And why the hell not?" laughed Peggy, quickly kissing her friend on the tip of the nose.
Gertie smiled but seemed to hesitate before speaking. Her eyes were very big and serious now as she looked up at the girl.
"When I see you in Hotel, this morning, I don't know you and I--oh Peggy, I did not think of such things!" she whispered. "I just see nice American girl, looks like girl needs a job, I think would be nice for Landers family. But now is different, you know."
"Different why? In what way?" asked Peggy. "Where'd you know that family from, anyway?"
"Major Landers and I--before his wife and children come over from the States," whispered Gertie and Peggy understood immediately, especially since her friend had blushed once more.
"All right, so you had an affair, is that it? Big deal!"
"Funny affair," smiled Gertie weakly. "Many American officers come here, wait for family, have affair, then stop. Not Major Landers. He bring me home, meet Mrs. Landers. She say its okay, she like me very much, probably very good for Jim-Major Landers. She and I become friends, yes, but not like you, Peggy," she added quickly, "not like that!"
"All right, all right, I know," murmured Peggy, most interested now in hearing the rest of it.
"Major Landers, he come here to my place once, twice a week, you see. And often, on Sunday, I go to Vogelweh, we have fun, perhaps little ride in countryside with children, everybody together. The children don't know, I swear!"
"Well I'll be--" chuckled Peggy. She thought the whole idea was somehow wonderful, somehow exciting, this openness about it. She wished her parents were like that.
"Only now is problem. Chuck is big boy now, sixteen, very big boy. Mrs. Landers is afraid he go around with bad girls in Kaiserslautern. With many soldiers here, many girls come from all over Germany, not nice girls. Mrs. Landers asks me last week if I like Chuck. I say yes, I like very much, but I don't know she mean--you know, like man and woman."
"Wow!" said Peggy, her eyes growing bigger.
"I say no, I never do things like that, Mrs. Landers she laughs and says it's okay, the Major doesn't mind. I ask Jim later, he says he doesn't mind, but I know is not true. I say to him I maybe find another girl, au pair girl perhaps, younger girl, almost like Chuck. Much more natural, don't you think? With me and Major, then friends with Mrs. Landers, then make love with Chuck--it's, well--I don't know how to say--"
"Sort of messy," laughed Peggy, and Gertie, who had spoken haltingly and seemed most disturbed by what she had said, seemed relieved all of a sudden and join in, laughing with Peggy.
"Oh yes, yes, messy! A big mess," she giggled. "Not good for Chuck, not good for me, I say. Major Landers agrees. I see you, I think maybe--oh Peggy, you're not angry?"
Peggy was still laughing and now she shook her head. She put her arms around Gertie and grinned at her.
"No, I'm not angry, you silly! What's with that boy, he's still a virgin or something?"
"Yes-"
"At sixteen? Well, I guess there are some. Oh look they don't really expect me to--I mean, I don't have to, or anything, if I take that job?"
"Chuck is very, very handsome," said Gertie, avoiding the question.
"You're selling me the goods now?" smiled Peggy, but Gertie did not seem to understand the expression.
"When you make love with Chuck, you don't want make love with Gertie," she murmured.
"Want to bet?" asked Peggy and kissed her. Again the meaning was lost on Gertie, but the kiss was understood. The young woman's limbs moved and reached, her legs opened and encircled Peggy's body, the open snatch was humid against her belly, Gertie's tongue moved inside her mouth. Maybe I should be worried about what I'm getting myself into, thought Peggy. Maybe. But I'll just worry some other time, not now--oh no, not now--nothing to worry about, right now!
She met them all on Monday, right after six o'clock. Peggy had ironed one of her two dresses and she didn't look like a summer bum any more but like that nice, wholesome girl from the States Mrs. Landers had hoped she would be. Her hair was washed now and Gertie had done some clever things to it that made it wavy and shiny. She herself was wearing a rather chic beige pants suit and Peggy thought she had a lot of poise after all, smiling and apparently relaxed at the Landers dinner table. Peggy was downright proud of her new friend.
"A little tiring, all this camping out, isn't it?" smiled Major Landers, his dark mustache spreading over his grin. He was a tall, good-looking man in his forties, with that seemingly eternal youth some of the military seem to have the secret of. Perhaps it was the way he held himself, even at dinner, sitting almost at attention.
Chuck was very much like his father, a broad-shouldered, tall young lad with an open and indeed very handsome face. He was as dark as his father too, the deep brown eyes a little dreamy though, a little absent, and Peggy wondered whether it was boredom or something deeper, something private and intimate.
It was funny to think that three people at this table were looking upon her as the possible solution to Chuck's little problem. Funny and exciting in a way, although Peggy didn't quite approve yet. She didn't like being pressured into anything, but after all, no one had said anything yet, except Gertie, and she had a feeling that no one would. It would be left pretty much up to her--and Chuck of course.
And what made them think he'd want to, anyway? The thought suddenly struck her when she looked at him and found nothing but a rather vacant, disinterested stare that seemed to go right through her. What do you know, little man, she thought? Nothing, that's what. You just wait, if I want you I'll get you all right! And whether or not I want to isn't sure at all, you better believe it--.
Lucy, the little girl,--if you could call a smooth little chick with a pair of tits that were pushed up beyond belief, for such small ones, by whatever contraption she was wearing under her blouse, a little girl--seemed to be the most talkative member of the family.
She had had some run-in with the daughter of the Captain, next door, that afternoon, from what she said, and in a constant stream of words she related in detail what she'd said to Nancy, what Nancy had said to her, and what a creep Nancy was anyway. Her pretty little face was animated and full of impertinence, and Peggy felt that on several occasions her father was about to shut her up and decided not to because he was about to burst out laughing.
Her name was Lucy and she was as blonde as her mother, in fact resembled her as much as the boy took after his father. Sally Landers herself, and who insisted that Peggy call her by her first name, was a handsome woman about thirty five or so, with something deeply sensuous in the way she moved and smiled. Peggy couldn't quite understand why she had so easily agreed to her husband's relationship with the German girl. There seemed to be an easy, close intimacy between husband and wife, no trace of resentment, and Peggy wondered whether a woman such as Sally Landers could ever be brought to the point where she'd scream at her man. Sensuous and serene, peaceful, that's what she was. And her manner with Gertie was more than just correct, there seemed to exist a true liking between them.
After dinner the two youngsters ran off, each in another direction, Lucy to her room and Chuck downstairs to throw a few balls with some friends.
"They're very nice children," murmured Peggy in reply to Sally Lander's question. And then she felt funny about referring to a boy like Chuck, only two years her junior, as a child. When Sally asked her whether she might see her way to staying for a month or so, until they themselves had to leave since the Major was being rotated back to the States, Peggy hesitated for only a second and then nodded. Sally Landers insisted upon showing her the room she would occupy during her stay right then and there.
There wasn't much work for Peggy, that much was true. An elderly German woman came in the morning and cleaned up, so that the afternoon was fairly free of work. Peggy helped the old lady, cleaned the dishes after lunch, but by two o'clock she was generally left without another thing to do. It only took her two days of this regime before making up her mind that the bastion would fall, that she would not disappoint her employers and that before they parted young master Chuck would be well on his way for a healthy, active sex-life.
Remembering the way she and Gertie had found each other, that first time in the bathroom, she decided that this would be a handy way of getting to Chuck when he'd be comparatively defenseless.
Starting any kind of flirtation with him had met with no more than a vague stare and Peggy felt that the direct attack, the outright grabbing of a young man's prick might perhaps be the best way to his heart. And if it didn't work, for some strange reason, if the boy had some strange, old-fashioned romantic notions as they sometimes do, at his age, well, there was not much risk involved. She knew she had nothing to fear from his parents.
Mrs. Landers generally went out in the afternoons, never returning before five, just in time to fix dinner. She said she went shopping, but Peggy suspected that the main reason for her absence was to leave her a clear field.
There was the problem of Lucy, of course, who like her brother, being on vacation now, was in and out of the house at all times of the day. Peggy decided that she would have to take her chances and hope for a bit of good luck.
After lunch, Chuck played ball for an hour or so, down in the park, then usually returned for a quick shower before joining his friends once more, and this seemed to Peggy as being the best time for attack. On the third day at Vogelweh she was in the kitchen, sewing on a button on one of her dresses, when she heard the boy come into the apartment and rush to the bathroom, then heard the running shower. His sweat-drenched T-shirt was on the living room floor, as always in such cases, and the mere sight of it, the reminder of his smooth torso, of the wide, rolling shoulders, aroused the young girl. Resolutely, closing her eyes, she stabbed the needle in her hand into her left thumb and cried out. A small drop of blood appeared immediately and Peggy smiled. Then she ran to the bathroom door.
"Chuck, Chuck," she cried out, pounding on the door to cover the rushing sound of water, "I need a band-aid, lemme in!"
The shower was turned off.
"Whaddya say?"
"I said I need a band-aid. I hurt myself," she said, knocking again.
"I'm in the shower!"
"Pull the curtain, then! Don't worry, I won't peak!"
"Wait," he murmured, "I'll unlock the door for you. Give me time to get back into the shower, O.K.?"
Peggy listened to the key turn and a sudden rush of blood into the delicate vessels irrigating her genital area almost drew a moan from her lips. Gee, I didn't know I needed a man so badly, she thought. Oh Chuck, young fellow, you're in for a little surprise!
She waited for a few seconds, then opened the door. The bathroom was steaming, the mirror was covered with condensation, and the shower was turned on again in the little stall. There was standing room only in there, she thought. Oh, but never mind. Togetherness needs little spaces.
She fumbled around in the medicine chest, found the band-aid and looked at her thumb. The blood had rubbed away, there was really no need for anything now. She laughed silently, realizing that she didn't even have to prick herself to get in.
"You done yet?" came Chuck's voice from the stall, "I wanna get out!"
"Well, then get out, don't bother me." she answered petulantly.
"But, I can't!" he objected "You think I'd look? You think I wanna see what you've got? Big deal!"
There was a moment of silence and the shower was turned off. Peggy quickly undid the top buttons of her blouse.
"Please, Peggy, come on, git!"
"You're afraid of me?" she giggled flirtatiously.
"N-no. But just get out, will you? I didn't even know you'd be here, this being your day off!"
Gosh, he was right, she thought with a sudden pang. And Gertie would be waiting for her this afternoon! Oh well, it was for a good cause, Gertie would understand. Peggy wriggled out of her blouse, the steam making her breasts gleam and shine.
"You finished yet?" Chuck asked. "How long does it take to put on a band-aid?"
It was a stand-off. He wouldn't come out voluntarily, for as long as she was there, that was for sure. And she had no intentions of leaving the bathroom empty-handed!
"Lemme have a towel, then," he said, his voice pleading.
"You know that you're silly, Chuck, very silly," murmured Peggy, and unhooked the closure of her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stood naked, rubbing the tips of her breast with one hand and her sex with the other. Will he be scared of me, she thought, and then she reached for a towel and slipped it through the opaque shower curtain into the stall. The folds of the plastic material swept to one side just long enough for her to get a glimpse of white skin, darting to the right as the boy instinctively tried to hide from view, long enough for her to realize that he was not alone in there!
Quickly she drew back her hand and put it to her mouth. No, it couldn't be possible! And yet, the small, cowering shape in the left comer, seen for no longer than a fraction of a second...
"Why don't you go away now and let me come out," came the disgruntled voice of the boy once more.
"Why don't you come on out, now that you've got the towel," murmured Peggy, her voice a little shaky. "Both of you!" There was a long, a very long silence. And then, suddenly, Peggy could hear a soft, repressed and frightened little sob coming from behind the shower curtain. No, she had not been mistaken, it was Lucy, all right! Little Lucy, cowering in the corner and crying with shame and the fear of discovery. Little rascal, thought Peggy! But then she felt sorry for the kid, so terribly upset because she wanted to crawl into the shower stall with her big brother! Big deal!
"Hey you two, I'm not going to tell on you," she said softly. "I swear I won't. Whatcha so worried about?" Slowly, gently, she pulled the curtain to the side and naked, in the steamy bathroom, she smiled at the two naked, frightened young people.
Poor Chuck's prick was still standing up stiffly from whatever he and his little sister had been up to. Somehow he was trying to shield her, to hide her with his body, as she crouched against the tile wall, and as he thus turned toward Peggy she had a full view of his young manhood in erection.
Chuck's eyes opened big, and so did his mouth, when he saw that new "au pair" girl smiling at him, massaging her tits, and that she didn't have one stitch more on her lovely body than either he or Lucy.
"What... what are you doing?" he gulped.
"What do you think, Chuck? Waiting for you," she said and continued to smile until he realized that she was no enemy, until he too began to smile timidly. Wow, he was sure a piece, thought Peggy. She sure would have liked to be first with this one though! And now it was too late. Of course the parents would have no way of knowing.
Peggy stretched her hand out to the boy and as if without thinking he took it. She pulled him out of the shower stall and looked at the pitifully cringing young girl.
Lucy wasn't all that big a young lady, when you came right down to it, not with her clothes off, decided Peggy. Sure, her tits would be just beautiful someday, with the thick dark nipples she already had, but without that bra of hers to push them up and together, to form a cleavage for her low-cut sweaters and blouses, Lucy was just another little brat. A cute brat, thought Peggy, even if her eyes were all red from crying.
"Will you stop worrying already?" she murmured, leaning to the girl and reaching for her with her other hand. But Lucy cowered back and turned her face away.
"Why d'ya act like that?" she chided the kid, "Why'd you make such a fuss? Because your big brother got a hard-on over you? Big Deal! Look, there's nothing to it, it's just a nice, juicy stiff cock, that's all!
It was perhaps because of the position in which she had surprised the girl, but Peggy was beginning to hope that he hadn't quite done it to her yet. That she had just played with him, maybe even with her mouth and tongue, but that he hadn't screwed the kid. That way she could still be first!
"Look, there's nothing to be ashamed of," she said, more and more excited at being in such close quarters with the two naked teen-agers, and suddenly she fell to her knees herself, turned to the boy and lifted both hands to his crotch.
"No!" he gasped, trying to step back, but it was too late. She was holding on to him tightly, both her fists closing around his thick member so that only the clean, pink glans stuck out.
"Look, Lucy, now look." she said, sure of herself and completely ignoring the young man's squirming, and then she opened her mouth and stuffed the glans into it. The things she was doing to it with her tongue were such as to quickly stop Chuck from wanting to run away. He groaned, still saying "no, no," but his heart was no longer in it.
As for Lucy, she had stopped crying and she was staring now, her eyes big and round.
Peggy was really beginning to enjoy what she was doing. She advanced on her knees, sucking and pushing so that Chuck had to retreat, and then there was the little white stool behind his knees and he sat down on it.
"Now there, this is the right way," Peggy grinned up at him, "a man should be very comfortable for a blow-job, didn't you know that?"
How funny, she thought as she resumed her sucking, when I was doing it with Gertie I imagined it was Mike. Now that I'm having Chuck's prick in my mouth, it makes me think of Gertie and her big clit!
Oh, but the smell was different. At first she couldn't detect it because every odor had been washed off by the shower, but now as she continued to ministrate to his tool, it was coming back. That strong, spermy male odor she loved!
I'm going to show him what cocksucking can really be like, she decided and let her hands slide back, making room for her mouth. Again and again she lunged, each time taking a little more of him into her, pushing herself against him so that the round tip of the prick poked against the back of her throat. She could feel, guess the boy's sister's eyes staring at her, the surprise she certainly felt at seeing somebody with a little experience doing it!
Chuck's prick throbbed and contracted rhythmically and Peggy would have wanted to go on until it spat. But time was short and there were other things she had in mind. Somewhat reluctantly, slowly, she let the member slide out of her mouth, still tickling and massaging his balls. Then she turned to Lucy who had finally stood up and was looking down at her, quite visibly relieved that another was just as bad a girl as herself!
"Is that what you were doing to your big brother?" grinned Peggy, "was that it? Come on, show me... show me what you've been doing!"
Nervously the child shook her head. Her eyes looked frightened again.
"Tell me, Chuck," Peggy now asked of the boy, looking up into his face and caressing his genitals softly, "tell me, what did you have your sister do to you?"
He shrugged, embarrassed, either unwilling or quite unable to talk about it. His face was quite red now, and she could tell he wanted her to continue sucking but didn't dare ask.
She reached for Lucy's thin little arm, pulling her over before the kid could protest, making her lose her balance so that she fell forward, right into Peggy's arms.
"Come on, you show me now," Peggy urged her, "you do want me to be your friend, don't you? Yours and Chuck's-isn't that right?" There was just the right little intimation of a threat in her voice to make the child obey. Oh sure, it was better to have Peggy as a friend rather than as an enemy, better to be sure she'd keep her promise and never breathe a word to anyone about this.
With a toss of her head the girl brought her long, dripping wet hair back, away from her face, and then she looked up at her brother, kneeling now between his legs, right in front of Peggy. The older girl was holding her from behind, holding her arms and kneeling with one thigh on either side of her, so that there really was no way to go but forward. Slowly she moved her lips closer and closer to her brother's prick. Peggy reached out and held it for her, watching closely, feeling strangely excited, not only because of the throbbing living thing in her hand but also because of the warmth of the young girl's skin against her belly, the smoothness of her back, of her arms.
It was very sexy!
No, Lucy did not know how to suck. She had probably never done it, and even after having seen Peggy's little performance she did not dare to. She only stabbed her pointy little tongue, pink and wet, against the glans, and when Peggy moved her hand toward the root of the prick, lifting it up a little, she zig-zagged along the underside quite nicely. Chuck began to moan.
"So that's what you've been doing, before screwing," murmured Peggy, fishing for information, and Chuck looked at her quickly. "Oh, but we've never-I mean never all the way, Peggy! Not with my own sister!" He sounded positively shocked, and Peggy had a hard time repressing a little giggle. Why, there were married women who never allowed their husband's prick to touch their faces, let alone their mouth and tongue, and here was this boy, probably enjoying this kind of licking as often as he took a shower with his parents away, sounding positively shocked at the thought of making it all the way with the very girl he used for such purposes.
"And other girls?" probed Peggy. Silently he shook his head and then winced, twitching under the effect of a long, upward sweep of Lucy's tongue. Oh how nice, how very nice, I'll be his first one after all, thought Peggy. They never forget their first lay, it's been said. Never!
But she was going to do something to Lucy first. She was going to teach her something new, show her that you didn't die from opening your mouth a little wider to suck a nice cock!
"Suck it a little, baby-just at the tip first," she murmured into Lucy's ear.
She laid her hand gently around the back of the girl's head, holding up the boy's cock with the other, and pressed the two together.
"Watch your teeth now-open wide." she warned, and then the soft, delicate lips of the young girl swelled forward, around Chuck's member. Peggy was quite surprised now nicely Lucy was taking all of the glans, right from the start. Her eyes closed and the expression on the pert little face was on of intense concentration, then of enjoyment. An acquired taste, Peggy's first lover had told her when he had made her do it, way back when.
"Are you excited? It's nice, isn't it? D'ya feel something down there, Lucy?" questioned Peggy? touching her abdomen without even thinking. A shiver ran through the girl's body and she pressed herself somehow tighter against Peggy, the thighs opened, and before she knew what she was doing Peggy was actually jerking off the little girl with a quick gentle finger, watching how Lucy was taking more and more of her brother's cock into her mouth.
She grabbed the girl by the shoulders, trying to pry her away from the boy's crotch, but apparently it was too late. The young novice had apparently taken a liking to what she was doing and it would have been impossible to get her away without risking possible injury to Chuck's prick. She was actually clinging to it with both her little hands, and had force been used, something told Peggy she might even have resorted to her teeth!
Helpless and frustrated, Peggy watched as the boy jumped and twitched on his stool, screwing his eyes shut and moaning, and then there was the thick, white drooling at the comers of Lucy's mouth while she desperately tried to gulp down as much of her brother's sperm as she possibly could.
Peggy got over her disappointment very quickly though, realizing she would be better off concentrating on the terrific suggestiveness of what was happening, rather than to worry about missing on Chuck's ejaculation. At his age, after all, he should not take too long to recover.
But Lucy wasn't going to interfere a second time, she had to make sure the girl found sufficient pleasure right now. Peggy forgot about pulling her away and went to work giving her a hand job she wouldn't forget, concentrating mainly on the tiny clitoris once she had ascertained that Lucy's cunt was still closed off by the hymen.
"There, my little virgin," she purred into the twitching moaning girl's ear as she masturbated her, "there it comes, you just swallow all you can now, mmmmm--nice prick, isn't it--go ahead my darling, enjoy it. Enjoy it."
Peggy herself was getting more and more excited as she felt the squirmings of the climaxing girl in her arms, felt the running of her little pussy, and when Lucy at the height of her orgasm threw her head back, finally letting go of the boy's organ, and moaned, Peggy's open mouth came down on the girl's, hungry and wild, tasting the delicate bouquet of sperm on Lucy's tongue and lips.
Clinging to her fiercely, Lucy seemed disoriented and thrilled at the same time. That such pleasure could come from a woman was certainly outside her limited experience, and her discovery had overwhelmed her. Her innocence somehow excited Peggy even more. She turned to Chuck who was staring at her and his sister, visibly shocked and almost afraid when he saw how easily Peggy had made the girl come, but his hand moved down to hold his cock and Peggy grinned. She had been wondering what the best way would be to get his tool up again, and now she knew. She didn't even have to touch him.
"Let's go to bed, shall we?" she said quickly, since there was no time to lose. Another hour or two, and Mrs. Landers would return. By then she wanted to have everything in the bag.
They went to Chuck's room, since he had the largest bed. And on that bed she made Lucy to stretch out on her back, sat down next to her and began playing with her tiny tits, with the big nipples at the tips of them. Lucy started squirming almost immediately.
"So you've never screwed her, Chuck?" smiled Peggy, looking at the boy who was sitting next to her, watching speechlessly. He shook his head.
Peggy ran her fingers down all along the soft, pliable skin of the girl's chest and belly, so nice to the touch after the hot shower, and reached her pussy. The way Lucy began tossing around, it was hard to tell whether she was fighting against what she felt or just enjoying it. Peggy tended to accept the second alternative, especially since there was a lot of moisture coming out of the tiny hole.
"I bet that's what you think of though," murmured Peggy, "I mean when you jerk off, when you make yourself come, don't you, Chuck? Oh yes, yes, I can tell now, I can feel it, that's some little jewel she's got there, some tight little pussy for you to stick your prick into!"
Peggy grinned as she realized that she had never in her life spoken to a man like that. She would have been embarrassed, for sure, afraid to be laughed at. It was because these two were younger than herself, when in most situations she had always been the baby.
Yes, she could tell them anything now, they'd just listen and be impressed, and she would get more and more excited with her own words.
"It's because of her cherry that you don't fuck her, isn't it?" asked Peggy, feeling inside the hot little twat, "it's because of that little thing that blocks everything off! Afraid to pop it for her? Somebody's got to do it, after all."
She herself was sorely tempted to solve the problem with no more than one good push with her finger. It seemed so fragile, so easy to rupture!
"You want me to open her up for you, Chuck?" she asked him, "You want me to? I'll do it if you say so, I sure will! And then you'll be able to shove that thing of yours into her anytime you feel like it, and won't have to worry."
She reached out and grabbed his prick, already half-erected once more, stroking it slowly, expertly. Mike had already told her repeatedly, in his best moments, when he was excited that she was a great lay, that she knew how to get a man's prick up, and Peggy was proving to herself once more that this was quite true.
His handsome face flushed, his eyes half-closed, Chuck was leaning forward over her and his sister, letting the delicious feeling of sexual arousal spread over his body, radiating from the crotch, from the pretty hand of the girl holding him, and now his own hands began to touch her gingerly, timidly.
"Go ahead, go and do it," Peggy moaned, her finger flying across Lucy's clitty, "touch me anywhere you want to! Touch my tits, touch them and suck them, put your hands into my twat, Chuck. Oh yes, yes, see, feel inside--it's open you can do it with me, you know!"
She was delighted to find that his mounting lust was centering on her rather than on the younger girl. After all, that's what she had set out to do, give him his first real fuck.
His erection was complete now, Peggy knew that she had to turn to him, spread her legs and pull him in. He was ready all right! And yet she purposely delayed the act, savoring the additional waiting time, the mounting of their combined desires. She wanted him wild with excitement by the time she got him, and she wanted herself on the verge of coming.
"Look, look what you could do to little Lucy if you wanted to be real nice to her, Look carefully now," she whispered, and pushing the slender legs of the girl aside, she bent her head over the sparse fur between them.
"With... with your tongue?" gasped Chuck and Peggy giggled as she began to lick the child. Isn't that just like a man, she thought, having this kid slobber all over his prick anytime he wanted to, yet completely surprised to find that he might be expected to return the favor.
"Isn't it... isn't it messy?" he asked.
"Mmmmmm...." purred Peggy, lifting her face out of the furiously pumping little twat, "is it ever... go ahead, have a taste of it."
She turned her smile to him, offering him her full, soft lips; all covered and smeared with the delicate cream that had come out of Lucy's twat.
Chuck leaned over toward her, hesitating briefly, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed and smelled the fragrance of his sister on those ready lips. Peggy grabbed for him again and jerked his stiff rod up and down very quickly so that he, uttering a low, trembling moan, practically fell forward on her, his strong arms squeezing her against him, his mouth crushing hers.
That's the boy, that's it, thought Peggy, move your tongue. Go ahead, and enjoy it. Oh, you're sure going to make me come in a minute or so!
Lucy was forgotten for the time being. This is it, yes, this is it, Peggy just knew it. They melted into each other, his body moved into the widening gap between her thighs as she let herself go backward, pulling him with her, on top of her.
"You're going to screw me, Chuck . . oh, boy, are you going to screw me now!" she panted, her right hand shooting down between her legs, finding his utterly rigid flesh and guiding it.
"Feel how wet I am now? Wet for you, Chuck. My pussy wants you, darling; it's longing for you, and that's why it's crying so much. Just lemme help you... wait... there! Oh yes, yes, Chuck, right there, that's where it's at!"
The big round glans, that wonderful essence of a man's lust for a woman, was between her cunt-lips now, the most delicious moment, aside from the one when she would climax, had come. The moment when she knew that penetration would suddenly send shocks of pleasure through her limbs, begging every fiber, every muscle, for the first hard shove.
"Push, my darling! Oh yes, yes, just push," she whimpered, thrilling to his contact, and then her head flew back, her spine became a taut arc and he lunged, thrust with all the savage, pent-up fury of a sixteen-year-old doing it for the first time.
Fuck technique, thought Peggy, breathless under his onslaught, just give me a wild bull like this anytime!
Blindly he was plowing into her, grunting as he pumped and pistoned, needing no instructions and no experience, his male instincts guiding him completely.
"You're fucking me, yes, oh yes... you are fucking, this time! You're really fucking!" whimpered Peggy, hanging on to him and rocking with his lunges, lifting her legs and locking her ankles around his back.
"You're so hard... ohhhhhhh... so hard... and big!" she thrilled, listening to the clicking sound of the piston shooting in and out of wet, open flesh.
Peggy felt hot, burning, wonderful. Sweat was pouring down from her face, sweat was tickling her in the armpits, and she no longer knew whether it was hers or his. Sweat made-their bellies slip and slide against each other smoothly, as machine oil lubricates the moving parts of some mechanical device.
"I... I'm fucking you...." groaned Chuck, a note of marvel and disbelief quivering in his voice. She lunged for his mouth, for his tongue, sucking on it when it probed at hers, licking it and playing with it furiously. Their groans and sighs became as one, the muscles of her cunt contracted and squeezed, milked, demanded, and he gave her what he had.
Squirt after squirt of come splashed into her cunt. It went deep, it bathed her uterus, it felt as if it was going to shoot up to her throat, out of her mouth again. Her thigh-muscles, her loins, her hips, her back vibrated and worked without effort, without conscious command from the brain. Her body had become a powerful entity which was independent of volition. It served only one thing now, the bringing about of her orgasm.
The boy's prick was still twitching and squirting when she reached the peak of her climax, no longer quite conscious, howling at the ceiling, struggling in her passion as if he were not her lover but her rapist, her killer!
"Yes... Yes." she screamed, "Ohhhh Yessssss...." and his pelvis continued to grind into hers, continued knocking and pounding. Let it never end, oh no, never never... that was all she could think of now.
Emptied, utterly satisfied, Chuck lay in her arms as nervous spasms continued to ripple through his athletic young body. Peggy's hands were gently, slowly caressing the back of his neck, his shoulders and arms now, a feeling of great tenderness replacing the fires of passion. I was his first one, she thought, his very first one! And she actually felt a stinging sensation in her eyes, blinked and let two big tears roll down to the sheets. She smiled at herself, calling herself silly for a moment, but then decided that after all, she was entitled to a little show of emotion in a situation like this one.
Peggy turned her head when she caught a flurry of movement at the edge of her field of vision, and saw that Lucy's big, round eyes were staring straight into hers. The little mouth, sweet and moist, was half open, the tongue flicking out from time to time, caressing the lips, and she was rubbing her breasts slowly, languorously, the slim, narrow-waisted young body swaying.
"He fucked you good," whispered the girl, her little belly jerking suddenly. It was almost as if she had come under hypnosis just from watching her brother doing it.
"Yes, darling, he's fucked me... he's given me pleasure," replied Peggy with a little smile, "and now you want it too, don't you, my little darling?"
"Oh yes... oh yes," moaned the girl, clamping her fingers into her little breasts and shrugging her shoulders up to her ears. For the first time in her life Peggy almost wished she too could have that column of hard, sensitive flesh between her legs, the one the boys had, for no other reason than to ram it into Lucy. Yes, she envied Chuck and every other man who would ever lay this delicious piece of ass in the future. Staring at the display of rekindled desire Lucy gave her, Peggy felt for Chuck's prick. Soft, finished, she thought.
She began squeezing it a little then it twitched.
"Well, I'll be...." she murmured, playing with it.
"Oh Peggy... Ohhhhhh Peggy!" he groaned, moving his ass up and down.
"Not Peggy this time," she chuckled. "Now it's Lucy's turn, right? Fair is fair, right?"
"No... not Lucy." he murmured.
"Of course Lucy, of course you'll do it with her now," said Peggy. She felt no hesitation whatsoever about it, regardless of her virginity.
"She needs it, don't you know that? Just look at her, poor thing, she'll get herself off on her fingers anyway if you don't do it to her. Don't be silly Chuck, it's so nice... so normal."
And now the young girl sank forward, softly, her body supple and flowing, as her arms went around her brother.
"Please Chuck... oh Chuck, you do it to me now! Peggy says it's all right, you see? Isn't it, Peggy?" The older girl nodded and winked at her.
"See? See? I can have it too, Chuck. Be nice, oh please." And she rubbed her cheek against the boy's, beginning to pull him off Peggy's belly. For the first time since the whole thing had started, Chuck grinned.
"See what you've done now?" he said softly, looking at Peggy. "See how you've gotten her excited?"
"Me?" asked Peggy innocently, "why, I didn't take her into the shower with me, Chuck, I just found her there. Sucking cock no less, remember that!"
The fear and the apprehension, the guilt over what he was doing were apparently draining out of the young man. The pleasure he had received, the feeling of well-being pervading his body and soul, were overriding all other considerations.
His prick was rising again, steadily although slowly, and Peggy knew that within a minute or two he would be able to break through his sister's hymen. She was about to stiffen him up with her mouth, to get him ready, when once more she caught Lucy's eyes. A familiar look, yes... again that look she had seen before, in Gertie's eyes... a look just for her!
Gertie! I've completely forgotten about the poor girl, thought Peggy. I haven't even called her!
Suddenly she wanted to share everything she had with the young woman, wanted to somehow repay her for her kindness, for her tenderness. But what did she have, little Peggy, a stranger in a strange land, if it wasn't this, right here, this young passion she had helped to kindle, this enjoyment she was going to taste of now, the spectacle of brother and sister, their discovery of each other, the young girl's defloration, the sight of her during intercourse! Yes, that was all she had, all she could share.
"Don't do it now, Chuck... Lucy, please, don't do it now!" she pleaded suddenly, sitting up.
She realized she couldn't possibly make them understand what her reasons were, not like that, out of the blue.
"It's late, too late to do it right, kids," she said quickly. "Your mother's going to be back in the hour, you know. You don't want to hurry through your first fuck together do you?"
They looked at her and she continued. "All right, lemme fix things up for you, lemme find a place where you'd be able to relax and not think about anything but your pleasure, O.K.? Listen, it pays to postpone things once in a while, it pays to be a little patient."
Lucy and her brother looked at each other. There was such longing in her eyes, such tenderness in his!
"How soon then?" he whispered.
"Very soon, I promise," said Peggy, kissing his neck, "Oh, very soon!"
To them it was an eternity!
CHAPTER THREE
No, Gertie wasn't angry. She had expected Peggy to come and see her, of course, but she had sensed that something important must be up when the girl hadn't showed.
Quietly, intensely she listened as Peggy told her everything, leaving out no detail, not even the thoughts and feelings she had experienced while making love with the Landers kids.
"You-you're not angry?" she asked suddenly.
"Angry? Oh, no, why, darling?"
"The girl, I mean--you know, Lucy...." Gertie smiled and shook her head. In her quiet way, a little shy and struggling with the language difficulties she still had here and there, she told Peggy how long ago she had overcome the destructiveness of jealousy. Yes, she had suffered from it, suffered quite a lot at one time, and then she had realized that it was a futile feeling, that it only served to destroy bonds of friendship and love rather than to preserve them.
In her own way, Peggy realized, Gertie was a truly modern woman. Her manners were perhaps of another generation altogether, of another country. Peggy realized that she had not yet heard her pronounce one of the so-called "dirty" words in English, and what she was saying in German, in her moments of passion, the girl was quite certain were romantic rather than sexually tinged expressions. And yet she was free, as completely free of prejudices as any of the young chicks she knew back home or whom she had met on the road, since she was in Europe.
Her only concern, it seemed, was her feeling of loyalty toward her lover. What would Jim Landers say if he knew? Not about Chuck, since he had hoped the boy would find Peggy to his liking and discover sex with her. But his fourteen-year--old daughter? That might be another thing entirely.
"Well," reasoned Peggy, "doesn't he know about you and me?"
"A little, I think. Very little," smiled Gertie. "What does he say?"
"I did not say much to him, he did not say much to me. He only smile, you know, said he is sure you and I... well, he laugh a little."
"That means he's not shocked out of his pants just because two girls, together...."
"Oh, no, men like very often. Once I do it in front of him, but I was embarrassed. I don't know the girl, he bring her. Jim said he sleep with her twice, now he wants everybody together."
"Hey, sounds like fun! Why were you embarrassed?"
"She and I were strangers! But she is very pretty, long blond hair, and she like me very much. That is important."
"Yeah, I'd think so," said Peggy pensively, "And the Major? How'd he enjoy it?"
"Very much, oh yes, very much. Afterwards, he made love to me, to the girl, to me again, and at the end together, all three."
"Well, sounds good. So he won't just burst a vessel because his little Lucy and I...."
"No, no, but Lucy and Chuck! I don't know. I think it is good, very good, but Jim, I don't know."
Peggy understood how much the young woman cared about her lover's feelings in the matter and she knew that it would be impossible to convince her that she should participate in a little get-together, without Jim Lander's knowledge, under the present circumstances. Yet, she was determined that Gertie should share her pleasure.
Feeling a little guilty about her own scheming, Peggy heaved a big sigh and shook her head.
"There's no way of making them stop now, of course. I don't think Chuck would go all the way with his sister, not yet... but what they are doing, if they were ever discovered, and if Jim really doesn't approve... It could be a traumatic experience for them."
"They will not stop, you are right." said Gertie, concerned.
"And at home, well really, you know at their age they could get carried away so easily, and I'm sure they wouldn't be careful enough. Sooner or later they'll get caught!" Gertie nodded, looking quite unhappy about it all. Peggy gave her a sharp, quick look. Yes, the moment was right.
"Unless...." she said slowly, but then shrugged and shook her head as if to dismiss the silly thought.
"No, say what is on your mind, Peggy?"
"It would be too inconvenient. For you, I mean," murmured the girl.
"Oh! Oh, yes I see, yes. Oh, very good. Very good idea, if they come here, if they use the apartment."
"And if you're sure Jim isn't going to visit you at the same time, of course." laughed Peggy.
"Jim always calls. And there are big maneuvers next week, far away, in Bavaria. Jim told me, he will go to the maneuvers for one week. Oh yes, yes, I can lend them the apartment!" Poor Gertie, thought Peggy with yet another twinge of guilt, how ready she always is to help out.
"I shall make it very nice for them," she smiled now. "leave a little wine in the refrigerator, and I go on a long walk! You tell them not to worry, I don't come back until they are gone."
"Shall I make the arrangements then?" asked Peggy eagerly, "you're sure you won't mind?"
"Oh no, no, I like Chuck and Lucy, I like them so much!"
"Then why haven't you and Chuck ever . .
"Oh, I told you," she said, blushing a little, "Daddy lover and son lover is not good at the same time. Jim understands, but young people are sometimes so terribly sensitive."
Peggy thought about it for a minute, but then she decided that Gertie was certainly wrong. Maybe it would be Jim who'd be jealous, but not Chuck. He was new at these things, but a boy who finds it so enjoyable to have himself a little threesome with his sister and the "au pair" girl couldn't be terribly jealous either. Not of his father!
She decided to carry out her plan and for a while longer she and Gertie ironed out all the details. That night, returning to Vogelweh on somewhat wobbly legs after having been tongued into ecstasy by the young German woman, she conferred with the kids, after dinner.
"Next Monday, when your father's left for Munich, Gertie will be out from noon to five," she told them, "that way we'll all be back in time for dinner and your mother won't have to suspect a thing!"
"Must we wait that long?" sighed the girl and Peggy laughed at her impatience.
"You're pretty cute, little Miss Hotpants," she told her, "but remember, you've been waiting for fourteen years! So what's another couple of days. And just imagine, you'll have the place all to yourselves, you'll be able to do anything you want for five hours! Now isn't that better than on the run, in a bathroom shower-stall?"
They laughed and then the young girl threw her arms around Peggy's neck and rubbed her cheek against hers.
"You'll be there too, won't you?" Peggy had counted on that. She nodded and looked at Chuck who quickly kissed her. He was less impatient now, since he knew that Peggy would come into his room again, that very night, as she had done every night since the first time. He didn't have to worry, she had explained that too, he knew that his parents approved.
"Monday for sure, then?" sighed Lucy.
"For sure," smiled Peggy, smiling to herself. They didn't have to know just yet that the arrangements with Gertie had been made for Tuesday. That Gertie was having a lunch with an old school friend in town, on Monday, and was sure to burst in on them by one, one thirty. There'd be a time to find out. Lucy was the first one stripped down, when they had locked the door to Gertie's apartment. Only when she was naked did she bother to look around the place, curious, thrilled to be in the same hide-away where her daddy fucked Gertie!
Peggy sneaked up on her, from behind, as she rummaged around in the refrigerator, and made a grab for the firm little buttocks so that the girl squealed with surprise and delight.
"Hungry, you little brat?" giggled Peggy, opening her blouse and pulling Lucy's hand into it.
"Naw, just nosy I guess," grinned Lucy as she fingered the lovely breasts of which she was just a little bit envious. Then she looked up at Peggy her eyes trusting, smiling.
"Tell me, he does it well, doesn't he, Chuck?" she asked softly.
"Yes, my darling, yes, he does it very well!"
"Because you know, for the first time, the very first time, I wanted it to be really extra-special."
"And now you wonder a little whether you might not have done even better with some other boy, is that it?" asked Peggy, full of understanding. Lucy nodded.
"Well, then lemme tell you something. He happens to be your brother and he happens to be handy, that's true. But aside from that, I can promise you that you'll see worse in your life, much worse! Look, I've been around just a little, and I can tell you that he's really good. I mean, he's tops! You agree that he's handsome, right?"
Lucy nodded.
"Well, and he's just way out when it comes to screwing. You see, when they're that young they often hump you a little, one and a-two and a-three, and they're there, they're finished and they leave you hanging. Not Chuck. Oh no! And I've been teaching him a thing or two in these few nights, in his room. Last night we did it four times, each time better than the last. And he could have gone on, you know, he could have gone on all night! You haven't seen him since that first time, baby, you should see the improvements."
"Oh, Peggy," beamed the girl, "you make him fuck me nice, you promise?"
"Promise," laughed Peggy and darted her tongue into the girl's mouth. "And now, off we go. Let's get that sweet little ass of yours into that bed over there, before big brother has to give himself a hand-job!"
At the door Lucy turned around just once more, and in a very low, throaty voice, very quickly she murmured, "it won't hurt much, will it, Peggy?"
"Not the way I'm going to prepare you for it, darling, I can guarantee you that. You'll see, you just come now and you'll see!"
It was almost one o'clock by now. Peggy hoped that they would be far enough gone, by the time Gertie returned from her luncheon so that the young woman could be seduced into joining in. On the other hand, she didn't want Lucy deflowered before Gertie could witness it. Peggy sighed. It wouldn't be all that easy to time everything properly!
"See, see? What did I tell you?" she laughed when they approached the bed in which Chuck lay, naked, his cock sturdy as a tree, stiff as a broomstick. "Look at that brother of yours! He's been playing with himself all right, probably thinking about what we might be doing in the kitchen." and then she sprawled down on top of him, kissing and caressing him.
"Nothing happened, you big lummox, nothing at all! It's all in your head, that's where it is!"
He was gently pulling down the zipper in the back of her dress.
"Don't tell me," he murmured, smiling that slightly shy smile she had come to like so much, "don't tell me you can pass within two inches of my little sister without touching her and stuffing your tongue into some hole of hers!"
"Her mouth, her sweet little mouth, that's all," laughed Peggy, wriggling so that the open dress slid down from her shoulders.
"There, kiss that and shut up, why don't you," she murmured and shoved one breast at his mouth. Small hands were tugging at her skirt, and turning around she saw how eagerly Lucy was undressing her.
"That's right, little girl, that's right," she giggled, "get my ass out in the open, where it'll do somebody some good!"
Wriggling around on top of the well-aroused boy, Peggy was soon completely naked and giggling, squirming under the quick, wet kisses Lucy showered upon her from all sides.
"You're driving me crazy." she shouted finally. Her face flushed and perspiring, rolled off Chuck and grabbed the girl by the arms.
"Whaddya want?" purred Lucy, cocking her pretty little head to one side and smiling at her.
"You make a guess, baby! Didn't I tell you I'd get you good and ready for your brother's prick? Didn't I?"
"You sure did, but you didn't say how."
"Like this, Lucy... just like this!" panted Peggy and moved forward, toppling the girl over on her back, right next to her brother. She kissed her mouth and slobbered over it for a while, the moved down to the crotch, to the tender little spot between the legs that reached out, that were already lying open.
"Oh yes, yes, I like it when you do it with your tongue," moaned Lucy, lifting her little ass off the bed and pushing her cunt at her friend's mouth. "Oh, put it inside of me. Go ahead, as far as you can go!"
Peggy obliged. Lovingly she darted the tip of her tongue up Lucy's twat, into the tightness and wetness of it, moving it in and out at a quick rhythm, and then switched over to the tiny clit which had already hardened.
Chuck sat up to look closer. His hands were touching, probing, one on Peggy's plump buttocks, the other on his sister's tiny boobs. Then he leaned forward to suck her dark nipples into his mouth, darting from the left one to the right one and back.
"Ohhhh... oh yes... oh Chuck, please, please, keep doing it like this," whimpered the girl, totally delighted. Her young body was vibrating now under the combined caresses of her brother and his new mistress. Her cunt was being readied for its fuck, the very first one ever!
Neither of them, not even Peggy, heard the key turn in the lock, so excited were they all over what they were doing. Gertie heard the sighs as she stood in the hallway, color flushing her face, and her heart pounding. For a moment she was about to retreat, to pull the door shut again, confused and embarrassed, trying desperately to recall exactly what she and Peggy had actually arranged together.
Then she heard once more the trembling, whimpering cry of the young girl, a cry of pure joy as Peggy's tongue entered her asshole, moved out again and up into her cunt, then on to the clit and back. Her hands trembling, her heart pounding, Gertie went slowly to the door of the bedroom.
Her hand flew to her mouth when she saw the three naked young bodies, so perfectly beautiful on her bed, so perfectly pure in the grace of every movement, of every undulation. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed harder and harder, almost gasping with mounting excitement, and without knowing it she too uttered a long, shuddering sigh.
"Gertie! Oh Gertie, how wonderful," smiled Peggy as she whirled around to look at the young woman. Wearing a short, sleeveless print dress with a low cut-out at the neck, with white gloves on her hands, a wide-brimmed summer hat on her head, Gertie was every inch the lady, every inch elegance personified.
Chuck, whom she had never seen naked, frantically pulled a pillow over his crotch to hide the huge instrument he had pointing up in there. His face reddened and he opened his mouth to say "Hello," but nothing came out.
Peggy jumped off the bed, leaving Lucy as she was, legs wide open and pussy exposed. She rushed toward her friend, anxious to get to her before Gertie might decide that three was company but four a crowd, threw her arms around her and kissed her squarely on the mouth.
Gertie's body sagged in her arms and Peggy panicked for a moment, thinking the young woman was fainting. She held her firmly, stopping her from falling and turned to Chuck.
"Help me, will you? I'm afraid she's not well! Quick help me with her!"
The boy seemed to hesitate but the fact that Gertie's eyes were closed now, the long lashes on her soft, peachy cheeks, made him less than self-conscious about his nakedness. He rushed to her side, helped her hold the woman and then took her feet. Together they lifted and carried her to the bed; "Move over, pussycat," said Peggy, looking at Lucy who was quietly jerking herself off. What she was feeling was much too good to let it stop, she wasn't going to be distracted by any fainting spells, not by any intrusions.
But she did move, edging over to the other side of the bed while her brother and Peggy stretched out Gertie in the middle.
"Ohhhh...." moaned the young woman, her eyelids fluttering, "Oh how sweet."
Peggy felt relieved. No, Gertie had not fainted, not really. It was something about the way Peggy had kissed her, after all, when Gertie was overcome with sexual feelings she sometimes was no longer herself, not completely.
"Sure, it's sweet, darling," murmured Peggy, kissing her again and immediately Gertie's tongue darted out, all over her lips, over her chin lapping hungrily, and Peggy understood. Her face, after all was absolutely drenched with Lucy's cunt-juice. She sure had creamed that girl up good, and obviously there was something about the smell and taste of it that was driving Gertie completely wild.
Her arms were clinging to Peggy now, pulling her down, and Chuck stared, amazed at the unexpected scene.
"It's Lucy, my darling, little Lucy," murmured Peggy, between kisses. "It's Lucy you've been smelling, Oh I wish you'd look at her! I was preparing her for Chuck, but now that you're here I want you to finish! Oh please, please Gertie, you do it so well!" Gertie pushed her away and sat up in one swift movement, taking Peggy quite by surprise. For a moment the girl thought she had gone too far, that the surprise was wearing off and that Gertie would either leave or ask them to leave. But no, that wasn't it. Gertie stared at the masturbating teenager, stared and panted. Almost like a thirsty dog on a hot summer day, thought Peggy. She wondered for how long some secret desires for the girls had remained pent up inside Gertie, and now she egged her on.
"Go ahead, look at that little cunt of hers, look, it is dripping with the stuff! Last chance to lick her cherry, darling, very last chance! A little later it'll be gone, Gertie, the kid's gonna get fucked!"
They were the words Gertie had never dared to pronounce but Peggy had used them with her before, and had marvelled at the effect they always seemed to have on her.
Gertie's hat had fallen off but her gloves were still on her fingers. Staring, as if hypnotized, she slowly pulled them off, one finger at a time. And then she lunged.
Lucy who had not paid much attention, having almost reached the first climax of the afternoon by using her fingers, had kept her eyes closed during the last few minutes and now she cried out, startled out of her wits as her hand was pulled aside. But then she gasped with the new pleasure she was receiving.
How quick Gertie's hands were, how agile, how expert, thought Peggy! The middle finger of the right hand shot up into the twat, about halfway, just gently enough so as not to injure the hymen, and the thumb and forefinger of the left hand seized the clitoris. The movement was a blur of simultaneous clitty-rubbing and finger-fucking such as Peggy had never seen in her life. And then Gertie's face slowly came down over the open pussy.
Chuck was no longer embarrassed, much on the contrary. Without the slightest hesitation he went to work, helping Peggy to undress the sucking woman. They pulled and tugged together, removing dress, shoes, panty hose, stripping off the brassiere without which Gertie would never have left the house.
Chuck, always a little shy with his father's pretty mistress until now, was as if transformed, once his hands touched her bare skin. Pushing Peggy aside in his frenzy, he began mounting her and pushing his prick against the long, tight crack between Gertie's buttocks. He was muttering to himself, and Peggy heard him say something about "ramming it up that fuckin' shithole!"
Gertie, busy as she was, did not pay the slightest attention to him but Peggy began tugging on his arm.
"Chuck, hey, Chuck--take it easy," she said, "easy now! Leave her alone for the time being, she's getting your sister ready for you!"
The boy looked around at Peggy, dazed, his eyes absent.
"Wanna show--just wanna show her--"
"Later, later, what the hell d'you wanna show her anyways?"
"I'm as good as my old man, just as hard! I'll show the bitch! I'll stick it into her like he's never done it!"
Damn it, Gertie had been right! Something was cooking between father and son, some kind of rivalry that went beyond Gertie, in all likelihood. Nervously Peggy grappled with him until she had succeeded in pulling him off the woman, and now was stroking his cock to soothe him a little.
"Ain't it stiff? You tell me, Peggy, ain't it stiff?" he muttered almost angrily, but she could tell he had begun calming down a little.
"And hard! It sure is hard, you tell me if it isn't hard! And my old man always saying I'm a softie! Just because I don't eat his fuckin' soldier-shit! Just because I won't continue the fuckin' family tradition!"
"Yes, yes, of course," soothed Peggy, and kissed him, "you're a man, Chuck, a real man with a big, stiff prick! Every inch as hard as your dad's, I bet! Makes no difference whether you've got a silly uniform or not, no difference at all! They don't pin those gold clusters and bars and stars and shit on a bare prick, darling!"
She'd gotten it now, the deep conflict between father and son. The reason, most likely, why the major had been so anxious for Chuck to start shooting his wad with Peggy. He was afraid the kid would be turning out to be a sissy, just because he didn't want a military career for himself! Wow, some parents give their young ones a hard time, she thought-- After soothing his spirit and arousing his flesh for a little while longer, Peggy made the boy turn his face so that he could see once more what was being done to his little sister.
Gertie seemed intent upon making the kid come. She wasn't far from her goal, either, the way she kept flicking the tongue up and down the sensitive nerve-ends of the young cunt. She had Lucy panting all right!
But wasn't it to be Chuck? Yes, no nonsense now, thought Peggy, feeling suddenly very sympathetic for the young fellow, almost protective and motherly.
"You go ahead and fuck your sister now," she told him, "you better do it now, nice and gentle, okay?"
"Okay, okay," he nodded when she went to try and persuade Gertie to let go. It was as if the young woman had become deaf, for no matter how urgently Peggy murmured in her ear, begging her to stop and let the boy take over, she went right on eating cunt.
"All right, baby," giggled Peggy, "you just wait!" She knew where Gertie kept her dildoes. She went to get one, a good sturdy tool, nine inches long, and sneaking up behind her, she suddenly rammed it up between Gertie's legs.
She knew she wouldn't have to worry about lubrication much, Gertie was always wetting abundantly when she sucked, and her cunt would be full of that rich, smelly cream now. The dildo went in like a knife into butter, the woman reared up and screamed with the sudden intensity of the sensation, and then Peggy was on her back, pulling, grappling, until they rolled over together, away from the kid.
"Now, Chuck, now!" cried Peggy, "quickly! But be gentle with her, you hear, be very gentle!"
She had her hands full with Gertie who was tossing her body around on he bed, her eyes rolling around in their orbits, demanding to be dildo-fucked. Peggy had never seen her like that! She began to pump, using both her hands, trying to direct Gertie's attention toward the defloration about to take place. She had wanted to share it with the woman, she had wanted her friend to see it, every detail of it!
Happily she noticed that Chuck, all his wildness of a moment ago gone, was as gentle with his sister as always now. He was touching her breasts softly, smiling down at Lucy, moving his body from side to side over her so that his prick brushed against her belly.
Lucy was whimpering a little, pushing herself up at him.
"Oh do it, Chuck--please do it now--oh yes, you're going to do it nicely, aren't you? Oh yes, come on, do it to me."
Gertie was climaxing at last, panting and convulsing, her hands tearing at the bedsheet, while Chuck moved down to tickle Lucy's cunt with his tongue. Yes, yes, he was learning fast now, he did remember what Peggy had showed him!
"Gertie, hey! Gertie," murmured Peggy, shaking the still shuddering young woman gently, "Gertie, he's going to stick it into her now-don't you want to see? Look, look--let's look together, and we'll jerk each other off while we watch, all right? Wait, I'll get another dildo and you can stick it into me, all right?" She ran to get one, pounced back unto the bed and handed it to her friend. Gertie was sitting up at last, looking at the kids and running the rubber prick still stuck in her cunt, in and out with her hand.
"There, there's the other one--come on, right in here-put it in here," urged Peggy. It was as if Gertie was awaking from a strange sleep, full of wild dreams. She smiled weakly, nodded and inserted the dildo into Peggy when the girl lifted one leg.
"I'm sorry-sorry, Peggy," she said softly. "I am so--I don't know, so very much excited with how Lucy smells--" Her voice was trembling a little, but Peggy quickly kissed her.
"It's all right, quite all right now. There, just start moving it in and out--nice and slow. Let's watch, look! Look, he's getting on top of her now!"
Peggy had long debated with herself, trying to figure out whether she should take an active part in what was to happen or not. She had finally decided that it was not her place to meddle at the last moment, that it would be a more beautiful experience for the kids if they were not being touched by anybody else, not distracted in any way, during their first copulation. She had therefore spent a good portion of the previous night, between fucks and afterwards, explaining to the boy just exactly how it should be done, how a young girl should be broken in so that she'd only have good, happy memories of the event. Peggy hoped fervently that he now remembered it all.
It soon became quite clear that he did. If nothing else, his smile, so full of tenderness as he looked down upon his sister, was a good sign. Sure, his prick was stiff, long, hard, eager, but now he was really showing that he was becoming a man. He would do nothing to hurt her by being impetuous, by hurrying things.
Just as Peggy had told him he should do, following her instructions to the letter, he knelt down between the girl's spread-out legs, after having licked her a little, and now he gently leaned forward, supporting his body-weight on his right arm, hefting his prick with the left and guiding himself in this manner. And he didn't just push himself in. He moved his turgid glans up and down the insides of Lucy's soft thighs, on the right side and on the left, the tingling, teasing sensation to her already highly sensitized flesh causing even more cream to ooze from the little pussy. Lucy's pelvis rose to him, her cunt opened to him like a flower to life-giving rain, the vulva became ready, and then, only then, did he gently massage her clit with his cock. Up and down went the glans, to the hole and up again, up and down until that portion of the slit was as wet and slippery as possible.
Lucy's eyes were staring up at her brother's face, unblinking, dilated with her desire. Her lips trembled and she was uttering small, inarticulate moans. She was hanging fire, in a way, having been on the verge of coming and now waiting for something to happen, something to continue, before finding total release at last.
It was the actual act of penetration that finally did it. The boy's ass contracted firmly, moved in, downward, as the penis was smoothly inserted into the tight passage. Lucy started coming at that very moment.
Chuck did not have to do anything to deflower her now, did not have to think or maneuver, for in her fantastic explosion of passion, Lucy simply and unconsciously took care of everything herself. Her heels dug in firmly, finding hold on the mattress as she pushed her pelvis up into the air, up at her brother. At the same time her small hands went around his back, just above the buttocks and pulled.
She screwed him into her with a smooth, twisting motion of her hips, letting the prick tear through the delicate membrane inside her body with no more than a brief batting of the eyes, a momentary biting of the lower lips, and then all was sweetness and light.
It was exactly what Peggy had hoped would happen, that he would deflower a young girl in full orgasm. Lucy's involuntary contractions as she climaxed gave them both the necessary up-and-down movement so that the copulation was in full swing right from the beginning, right after penetration. They were moving smoothly and beautifully, so that without even thinking, Gertie and Peggy began handling their dildoes with the same rhythm, in time with their fucking.
Chuck's easy smile, his strong, steady pace told Peggy that he would not content himself with just that first result, that he would fuck on until he had given his sister a second, perhaps even a third orgasm before he himself would ejaculate.
They had their arms around each other now, their lips together, and their tongues were playing in each other's mouths as they rocked and pounded and thrust.
Lucy lifted her legs from time to time, way up high, and then again kicked out, heels pounding into the mattress. Finally she wrapped both legs around her brother, cradling him and rocking him, and with long, sweet contractions, a smile on her face and a moan on her lips, she climaxed again.
Another two, three minutes of steady thrusting passed, and then Chuck's breath became shorter, quicker, became a series of low moans, and finally his strong body twitched and twisted as he reared up, spine curved, head up and pelvis thrust forward, injecting everything he had into his sister's body. The very first squirt released yet another violent orgasm in the young girl.
"I'm--I'm cooooming--" shuddered Gertie, falling against her friend and jerking the dildo in and out of Peggy, "I am-I am--"
"Yes you are, of course you are, my love," purred Peggy, holding her in her arms and giving the instrument in Gertie's twat a few good, quick twists. Her own body began to jerk, she gasped, tossed back her head, and everything turned about her, the room, the ceiling, and then she fell back, limbs jumping, as she called for her mother, loud and strong.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Just be gentle, darling--very gentle," murmured Sally Landers in the darkness of her bedroom.
"You're a pain, man, you are a real pain," grunted her husband who had barely begun touching her. His cock was standing up straight as he lay there, on his back, holding his wife by the waist. She never let him come on her, complaining that it was uncomfortable, that he was too big, too heavy, and that he always went in too deep.
When she was riding him, Sally felt that she could control his penetration much better, could jump away if he became too passionate. Sally Landers didn't know what a climax was, not even after two children and eighteen years of married life. But Sally Landers was a faithful woman, which was something for a soldier's wife living among soldiers.
The major's fingers were moving as gently as he could manage, trying to bring forth a little moisture in the woman's cunt. It always took him a while, but tonight seemed worse than ever.
"I'm just not in the mood," she sighed. She was kneeling over him, he could feel her belly, smooth against his turgid glans, could feel her breasts when he raised one hand, but he couldn't see her. He had, in fact, not seen his wife naked very often.
"You'll see, you'll feel a little more like it after a few minutes," murmured Jim Landers, feeling her clit. He had long ago learned the best way of masturbating her, had mastered that slow, light motion that sometimes drew a sigh and a little juice from her, but tonight really didn't seem to be her night.
"You should have gone to see Gertie, darling, you should have seen her after work," she murmured. "You know how you are when you come back from these maneuvers, when you haven't done it for a few days."
"I wanted you, darling, you," he sighed. "You're sweet--oh Jim, Jim, sometimes I do wish I could be more the kind of woman you'd want me to be, but you know how it is--"
"I know, I know, don't you worry about it now. Just be still and let me try and excite you a little."
Once more he had been able to fight down the anger that had risen in him. What was the use? He would only say hurtful things to the one person in the world he loved most, deprive her of the little pleasure she was able to experience, and his won would not amount to much more than a listless, brute release of pent-up energy. If he treated her right, why, sometimes she even moved quite nicely.
He thought he felt a slight slipperiness now, and slowly, carefully he began to insert his finger into the hole.
"Oh Jim, have you made the arrangements to have the fragile things sent to the States next week?" said Sally all of a sudden. "I do hope you talked to the postmaster today!"
"Everything will be picked up tomorrow," he groaned. No, indeed. She was not in the mood tonight.
"Oh darling, I'm so sorry," she whispered, feeling a slackening of his prick against her belly. "I shouldn't have talked about these things now--"
"No, you shouldn't have," grunted Jim, feeling the stiffness really go out of his member now. Damn it, damn her! And damn that anger, welling up again! We're lousing it up once more, that's what we're doing, he thought. Instead of exciting her, he was letting Sally take the wind out of his sails. He took his finger out of his wife's cunt and gave her a little tap on the side of her thigh.
"Come on, baby, forget about it now--let's get a little sleep."
"You're sure you're not angry?" she murmured, quickly moving off him and stretching out at his side.
"Sure, sure," he lied, as he had so many-times before, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he turned his back to her and closed his eyes.
"You go and see Gertie tomorrow, you hear?" she said softly, "you promise?"
"Yeah--yeah--sure, I promise."
Sure she was great, that German chick with her nice manners and her dripping cunt, he thought. One of the best lays he'd ever had, and easy to get along with outside of bed too. She wasn't like one of these other local swingers who thought they had to be fresh to Sally simply because he fucked them. No, Gertie was just exactly right for him, a real friend of the family, and she didn't bother him with stupid questions about why he wasn't satisfied with his wife, like they all did. How d'you tell anybody, even a mistress, that you haven't ever been able to satisfy your wife? Maybe some people could, but not Major Jim Landers, oh no, not him.
He tried to think of the maneuvers in Bavaria. The miserable nights in the damp foxholes. That ought to help me fall asleep, he told himself. But sleep would not come.
Jim Landers began to think of his son, of his concern for the boy, for his softness, his unwillingness to follow in his father's footsteps and become a good officer. What did he want to become? So he was only sixteen, but still, a boy of sixteen ought to have some idea about his future. Not Chuck!
I hope at least he's having a better time right now that I have, he thought. I hope he's with that Peggy of his. Yeah, she sure looks like a good choice, she sure is a healthy, normal girl with a lot of appetite for the pleasures of the bed! Just the right girl to make a real man out of him if he's got any balls at all!
And before falling asleep, at last, when he floated in that twilight zone between consciousness and dream, Major Landers thought of his daughter, his baby, the one he sometimes, jokingly, called the "great love of his life." At least he had nothing to worry about with her, not yet-why, she was still at the age when such problems did not have to be faced. She was innocence and wildness, and yes, she would have made a good little soldier if only she had been a boy, he felt. Oh, but she was a girl, she sure was a girl! With those sweaters she was wearing all the time, every color of the rainbow and forever too tight on her growing little tits, she was all girl. Girl and Tomboy, the essence of all teenagers, the emerging young woman, the kid and the vamp he never dared hold in his arms longer than for a second or two because--well, because.
She was coming at him now, glowing in the darkness of the quiet bedroom. There were white, gauzy ribbons trailing behind her as she ran across the lawn. She leaped and smiled, coming toward him, her lovely arms bare and held out to him, and on her lips was the funny thing she always called him "Daddy-O!"
He too was smiling, waiting for her, standing on the top of a slight rise and smelling spring and freshly mowed grass. He too was holding out his arms, waiting for her, waiting, happy--oh so happy.
And then she was before him, his arms closed around her and he held her tightly as she pressed herself against him. Jim was no longer afraid of her, of himself, of holding her like this, for as long as he wanted to.
"M-my, my baby, my little Lucy," he murmured, burying his face in her soft, wavy hair. How good it smelled ! How soft and firm at the same time her little breasts felt against his chest!
In his dream, in the realization of his innermost, secret desires, Jim Landers was nude. And for a moment, just one little moment, even in his dream, he was afraid. Whatever the white garment had been that the girl was wearing, it was gone now. Against his skin, cool and smooth, was the bare skin of the child.
And the thing he had feared, in his waking state, the wild, passionate and pent-up desire for the girl, took hold of him and drove away his fear. Against Lucy's body, his manhood was rising, rubbing, growing.
"Daddy-O--oh, Daddy--O--" she whispered, lifting her face to him, small, pretty, radiant.
"It's all right, Daddy, it's all right," she was whispering, or rather it was her voice, but now her lips were not moving. She was only holding them half parted, moist and waiting for him. As he kissed her, somehow, as if by magic, his cock entered her.
Oh, how soft it was, how sweet. He pushed, pushed hard as he held on to her, pushed with all the violence and tenderness he had secretly felt for the girl, and drenched with sweat he opened his eyes to the darkness of the bedroom, still pushing, still rutting, lying on his back and clinging to the pillow on his body, crushing it in his arms and thrusting his pelvis up, up, up--"
"Wake up, wake up!" Sally was shaking his arm. "You're having a nightmare, Jim! Wake up, it's all right!
He listened to the groans for a while before realizing that they were his own. The spasms stopped his prick was still hard. His wife's hand touched it, brushed against it and then grabbed.
"Oh Jim, Jim" she murmured, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you go to sleep like this, without letting you find relief!"
"Relief!" he growled, "it isn't a bowel movement, you know--" No, no, there was no use. She would never understand. Naked as he was, his prick at a right angle to his body, he jumped from the bed.
No, he wasn't going to bother Sally with his problems, he was going to jerk himself off in the bathroom, one-two-three, as he had done so often before, and then he would find sleep for good. She knew where he was going, of course, oh yes, she knew it all right, but they had never talked about that.
"Don't be too long, you've got to get up early, remember--" she murmured as he silently opened and closed the door.
Naked he stood in the hallway, breathing deeply. Only now did he remember his dream fully, in a conscious state. His heart beat a little faster with the realization of it, as if his subconscious had suddenly and mysteriously been revealed to him. And a few seconds grunted softly, straddling the toilet bowl, stroking his prick with a big, strong hand, conjuring up visions of his little Lucy, with her legs spread out and her vulva thrust at him, waiting, beckoning, saying "fuck me" to him, over and over again, until he plunged into her. And then he was doing it, doing it, doing it.
"Daddy--oh, Daddy--"
"Yes baby--oh yes--there it is, there--all for you--at last-at last--" grunted Jim, staring into his daughter's eyes, "Lucy, my little Lucy-oh yes, your daddy's gonna shoot his wad into you!"
Jim froze suddenly, in the middle of a stroke, his fingers still clinging to his member as he stared into the bathroom mirror. No, these were not the eyes of his phantasy, these were the wide, almost frightened eyes of his daughter as she stood at the open bathroom door, her sheer little nightgown barely covering her young body.
His mouth remained open, his muscles tense, but Jim Landers neither moved nor spoke. It was as if he had turned into stone as he watched his daughter move forward in a smooth, graceful movement that brought her to his side, and then her hands were on him, on his waist and buttocks, her head pressed against his arm.
"Oh Daddy--what did you say, Daddy?" she whispered, an expression of such utter bliss on her pretty little face, of such total innocence too, that he was no longer sure of anything, no longer knew what was right or wrong, that he forgot all he had ever known or learned.
"My baby--" he whispered finally, his voice trembling, and then he turned to her. Wasn't this just like the dream, before? Wasn't he naked? Wasn't she in his arms, his cock pressed between her belly and his, her small hands clinging, her face rising to him? And wasn't it just as good, as marvelous, as perfect?
He did not know that he wanted to kiss her, but all of a sudden he knew that he was stuffing his tongue into her willing mouth, moaning as she moaned, rubbing himself against her so that the hem of her nightie was pushed up and up, so that her nakedness touched his.
As if drunk he stumbled forward when she took his hand and led him.
"Come, Daddy, oh come; we'll do it in my room," she whispered, smiling happily, and then he was there. There was the little bed, now almost too small for her, but he had not wanted to bother with a new one until they got back home to the States.
"Daddy-O, my Daddy-O," she murmured, a little flame flickering in her eyes as they sank down upon the bed together. "You really want to fuck me, Daddy-O?"
Jim Landers was still unable to utter a single word. But his hands, his strong, eager hands were answering the girl's question quite eloquently. His fingers were searching for her cunt, and she lay back, spreading her legs, thrusting herself at him, sighing when he found her. Slowly, gently he fondled her for a long, long time and Lucy, as she had done so often with her brother, began to masturbate him with both hands.
"Oh yes, yes Daddy--yes, like this--oohhhhhh--it's so sweet, so good," she moaned, and then her delicate lips were on his mouth again, her furtive tongue, small and lively, was exploring him.
Jim lifted the nightgown up, over his daughter's head and then she was naked. The little lamp on her night table was on and he could see every detail of her graceful young body, the smoothness of her limbs, the smoothness of her movements as she shifted, turned, came to him, sucked his prick into her mouth.
Sinking back into the pillows on the girl's bed, Jim Landers looked down at her, at the vigorously pumping little mouth, the bobbing head, and he whispered words to himself, just to convince himself that this was true: "My little girl is sucking my cock--my sweet little Lucy's giving me a blow-job--"
Her cunt now--he wanted her cunt--he wanted to do it to her, really do it to her, and to hell with everything! But it was too late. She was too good at what she was doing, too eager, and he too ready.
Explosively his ejaculation filled her mouth with sperm, taking her a little by surprise despite her training with Chuck. But she did not jerk back, did not allow the glans to slip from her mouth but began gulping and swallowing as fast as she could, as fast as the continuous squirts of come were injected into her mouth.
"Ahhhhhh-" groaned the major, throwing his head back and twitching around the hips and groin, lifting himself up to her, filling her with his emission. And then he lay as dead, eyes half-closed and glassy.
"Daddy, oh Daddy, don't worry, I'll get you stiff again, I will! And then you'll be fucking me, really doing it, right? Oh yes, yes, I heard you say it when you were jerking yourself off, Daddy! You don't have to do that anymore, not ever! You're going to stick it right into me and you'll see how I can move! Oh Daddy, I'll give you such a nice fuck, you'll see!"
"Slut!" It was the first word he was able to pronounce. "You fucking slut!"
Jim Landers had said it in a low, slightly trembling voice. He stared at her, as she ran her hands up and down over his chest and . belly, smiling at him.
Now she sat up, cocked her head to the side and all of a sudden she looked horribly vulgar. Her smile was the smile of a whore in a cheap bar, trying to warm up the last trick of the night. "Yeah...." she drawled, "go ahead, Daddy, say it. Say it, if it excites you--" Her father's eyes widened with something close to horror now, as he stared at her. She was beginning to massage her little breasts.
"Look at my boobs, Daddy. Look at them. You wanna suck on them? Or you wanna suck on my twat? You wanna stick your tongue inside my fuck-hole and make me come? With your tongue first, and then with your prick...." It was Peggy who taught her to say things like that, things that had gotten Gertie so terribly excited, and then Chuck too. Why, of course, that's what her Daddy wanted now, that's how he'd get it up again. Lucy felt pride. How quickly she was able to understand!
"I'll be your good little whore, Daddy," she murmured, lips moist and almost swollen with desire. "I'll do anything you want... all the tricks, Daddy... You wanna feel my tongue up your asshole? Anything at all...
His big hand, crashing against her face, didn't even hurt, Lucy was so totally taken by surprise. Surprise was all she could feel, in fact; she could register neither pain nor anger. She stared at him.
"Slut!" he panted, his face distorted, terrible, his eyes bulging.
"Bastard!" It was said quietly, but with conviction. Only not by Lucy. The man's head whirled, and there was Peggy, standing at the door. Tears were shimmering in her eyes.
"You bastard," she repeated with all the conviction she could put into the words, but just as softly as before, "you hypocrite bastard! You enjoyed it all right, didn't you? You fucked her mouth all right, and now you feel guilty, like they all do! Rotten! Why the fuck are they all so rotten! Men!"
She was clutching her dressing-gown about her as if to protect herself against his eyes. There was nothing but pure hatred and contempt in hers.
"Peggy--" stammered the young girl, rubbing her cheek which was now beginning to burn.
"It's all right, darling, everything's all right," murmured Peggy, and then she was at her side, on the bed, unfolding her inside her gown, opening and closing it briefly to hide her from her father's view.
"Why, why'd he hit me?" Lucy whispered, and her lower lip finally began to tremble.
"Because he's a bastard, that's why! Because he thinks he's done something bad, and now he wants to put the blame on you, that's all. Because he's weak."
True, true, every word is true, realized Jim, and slowly he bent his head and buried it in his hands. If I could die now, right now, this very minute, he thought.
A bare foot poked him in the side. He ignored it but it came again, insistent, energetic.
"You started something, now you're going to finish it!" It was Peggy talking to him, and when he looked up again she was removing her gown. Vaguely he realized that she was even prettier naked than he had imagined.
"You just sit and wait, darling," she smiled at Lucy, "you watch me get your old man ready for you! Oh, you'll see, if he thinks he's going to get away tonight without screwing you good and hard, he's got another thing coming!"
Her hands were determined and expert. She began masturbating him with both of them, using one of his balls the other one on his shaft.
"Don't Peggy, no, no, you mustn't--" he stammered, disoriented, and she did not pay the slightest attention to him.
Vaguely, Jim Landers felt that he ought to resist the girl's advances, ought to try and forget that what he had just done to his daughter ever happened. But he also knew that this was impossible, and now that the agile hands of Peggy brought stiffness back to his rod he was totally unable to lift one finger against Lucy who was coming closer.
"Daddy--O--you're not really angry with me, are you?" she cajoled with her lilting, caressing voice, "Oh it was so nice, the way you did it, and it'll be even nicer in here-look, Daddy--when you put it right in here--" With one leg lifted up slightly, half lying on her side, she pulled on her flesh with one hand. The delicate pinkness of her little cunt was totally exposed to her father's view, the glistening moisture of gathering desire.
"Can you smell it, Daddy? Can you?" she whispered, her eyes narrowing, "betcha you can smell it good now!"
She's everything her mother isn't, thought Jim Landers suddenly. Everything I had hoped for, longed for in Sally, and that she has never given me, and now the kid has it, oh yes, does she ever!
"My baby, my love--" he murmured, surrendering and drawing her to him. She was all eagerness now, her tongue fretting against his lips, demanding entrance. She was straddling him so that Peggy was forced to remove her hands from the man's prick and balls. But her services there were no longer needed, there wasn't much more she could do to make that cock grow!
Peggy shifted her attention to Lucy's twat, entering it from behind with two fingers, checking for lubrication and finding it as ready as a girl's cunt could be for copulation.
"Move up a little, move darling," she murmured, pushing against Lucy's spread-out buttocks, trying to shove her into place. She felt no hesitation whatsoever, almost a little surprised that this act between father and daughter, about to take place, should seem to perfectly natural and proper to her. After Chuck, why not Jim?
She only hoped Chuck would not wake up just now. She had left him satisfied and tired, drifting off to sleep in her arms when she heard the sound of muffled voices from the bathroom. Peggy had been cautious until now, joining Chuck in his room every night but not allowing any threesomes that would include Lucy, for fear of parental interference and possible trouble for the young girl.
They did have afternoons together, and during the week of the major's absence, of course, there was Gertie's apartment, and Gertie herself!
At night, Peggy knew, Lucy always became restless. She knew what was going on in her brother's room, she knew that she could not share in it, and she was beginning to have difficulties sleeping.
Whenever the pressure became too much for her to bear she would go to the bathroom, briefly brushing her hand over the door to her brother's room, and if Peggy was still up and Chuck and she were not in the middle of something, the older girl would join her there and quickly satisfy her behind the locked door. Then she could go back to bed and find sleep.
Peggy had realized that it was Lucy's father who had been handy when the girl needed soothing of her passions. She had listened when he had grunted over her, when he had discharged into her mouth, and had only interfered when she realized that his mood was turning nasty. But now she was going to fix it, she was going to see to it that Lucy's father never again would blame his daughter for her sexuality.
"There it is, Lucy--feel it?" whispered Peggy. The girl was straddling Jim, lifting herself up a little so that Peggy had a chance to grab his cock and shove the glans, turgid and purple, up against Lucy's little slit.
"Oh yes--yes--" moaned the girl, "hold it, Peggy-hold it right there, I'm gonna push down now! There, Daddy-O--you feel it? You like it tight like that? I am tight, am I not? Nice and tight--Oh yes--yes--I feel it go in now-" Steadily, unafraid, the girl pushed herself down, impaling herself upon her father's tool. It was really not much bigger than Chuck's--just right for her.
"I--I don't wanna hurt you--" Jim Landers was able to groan, feeling himself engulfed in warmth and slippery wetness.
"You're not hurting me, Daddy--it's just fine, just perfect. There now, you're in all the way--there, now we can fuck--" She leaned forward, her face over his, her arms clinging to him, and then her pretty little ass began to bounce. Up and down it went, quicker and quicker, as if she were out to win some race.
The man's senses were reeling. This was better even than what Gertie did, because it was so very tight. It was a million times better than what Sally could give him! And he began laughing softly, as he arched his back, realizing that his daughter was assuming her mother's classic position. But what a difference!
"I'm going to make your sperm come out of you, Daddy," panted the girl, then she licked his lips. "I'm going to make you squirt me full of it--full--" Yes, he could smell her. The cunty odor, penetrating and yet delicate, seemed to fill the room. Up and up went his thrusts, up into her twat and belly, hungrily, urgently. And when the ejaculation came, Jim Lander's arms tightened so fiercely around the slender waist of his daughter that he squeezed the breath out of her. She groaned, her face turned red, but this did not stop her from having a violent, complete orgasm, legs kicking, vulva contracting, sucking her father's prick, milking it of all there was to be extracted from it.
"And now Peggy--Oh yes, yes," beamed Lucy, clapping her hands together, "Daddy, you must fuck Peggy too! You want him to, don't you?" she turned to the older girl.
"Well--" murmured Peggy, lowering her eyes. Suddenly she was feeling embarrassed, at least a little. Or was it fear that he might not want her? She had sure become excited from watching them together-- Jim Landers no longer cared. He lay back, smiling happily. So what, so what, he thought, I've never enjoyed it more in my life!
"Sure, Peggy," he murmured, turning his head to her, "if you can make me do it--just look at it now--" Indeed, his prick was limp after the last efforts, sticky with cunt juice and come.
"Hey, Peggy, I know how--" whispered Lucy eagerly as she put her hand on Peggy's arm, stopping her as the girl was about to begin caressing Jim's genitals once more.
"How?" asked Peggy.
"Oh you know--" smiled Lucy, her eyes sparkling, "you know what works best--" and then her hands were touching Peggy's breasts. She lowered her face to them and began to suck the left one delicately.
Of course, this was what usually got Chuck going again, after some pretty wild fucking when he was almost exhausted. The visual stimulation of two pretty girls going at each other, passionately and eagerly, should work on the father as well as it worked on the son.
"Wait-like this, baby," murmured Peggy, taking Lucy's shoulders and turning her so that she would face Jim. Lucy was kneeling on the bed now, legs slightly apart, her vulva well exposed beneath the sparse, downy little bush. Peggy was holding her from behind, hissing her neck and shoulders until the girl squirmed and sighed. Then she moved her hands into the little crotch, opening her, exposing the insides of the slit to the man's staring eyes.
"Look, look what she's doing to me, Daddy--O," sighed Lucy. The finger moved up and down along the slit, wet with oozing cream, and then it entered Lucy's hole. Slowly and steadily Peggy masturbated the girl, showing Jim Landers everything, every detail of the operation. She smiled when his hand reached for his prick.
Droplets of Jim Landers's sperm were oozing out of Lucy's cunt, together with her own juice, making Peggy's hand all wet. When Lucy began to twitch and writhe Peggy stopped and quickly turned, lay on her back and pushed her head through, between the younger girl's thighs.
Jim Landers leaned forward, his breath a little short, as he watched this blond head, disembodied, it seemed, go to work on his daughter. He watched the pink tongue lap up every droplet coming from Lucy's cunt, watched it vibrate across Lucy's little clit like the pick across the chords of a mandolin.
"Do it--oh yes, yes--do it--" groaned Lucy, working herself up to another climax. Her fingers dug into the mass of blond hair between her thighs, pulling Peggy's face closer, tighter against her cunt, and then she cried out, whimpered, twitched as she came.
"Oh yes--yes--" moaned Jim Landers, sitting up and pushing his daughter off Peggy. Yes indeed, he wanted her now, this blond young kid from the States, this swinging young girl who was breaking in his son these days!
He mounted her in the classical fashion, finding her every bit as tight as Lucy, although she was a few years older. She smiled up at him when he went in.
"You're like a young boy," she whispered, "you're just as hard as before, this time--"
"Oh yes, yes, I'm hard all right-You'll see what a fuck is, a real fuck, with a real man--It's not at all like a boy, baby, you'll see the difference."
Braggart, she thought, amused. A fuck is a fuck--But then she changed her tune. The major was on his second wind now, able to fuck for a much longer period of time than before, his strokes powerful and deep, rocking her and the bed. Peggy's legs fell wide open to receive the bulk of his strong body and she knew the difference now.
She couldn't remember having ever received this kind of pounding, a pistoning and pumping of such untiring intensity. And he was kissing her at the same time, digging into her mouth with his tongue so that her cries of pleasure were muffled little moans coming through her nose.
Little by little her legs rose higher and higher so that she could hold him with them. She clung to him with thighs and ankles as she would have to a horse.
"Push, push Daddy--" whispered Lucy, eagerly watching every move the couple were making. "Isn't she nice inside? See, what did I tell you--Oh, you're gonna make her come real good, Daddy!"
Lucy was beginning to caress her father's back, unable to stay away when she saw two people copulating. He felt her finger on his ass. then in his asshole, delighted and shocked at the same time with the realization that nothing, absolutely nothing would put her off.
"I'm gonna make you come all right," Jim grunted, staring down at the perspiring young girl. How pretty she was, in the throes of her passion! He was sorry now that he hadn't tried jumping her the very day she arrived-- "There it is, isn't it?" He grinned, feeling the undulations of her hips and belly. "You're coming now, aren't you-Oh yes, yes, it's a big one, I can tell--" He wasn't wrong either. Like a breaker at the beach, coming from miles and miles away, out of the middle of the ocean, taller than the others, Peggy's orgasm arrived and crashed down upon her, rolling her over and over with its overpowering strength, making her see colors that were not there, turning and spinning before her eyes, and the roar of the ocean was in her ears.
"--Five--six--seven--" counted Jim, each time her spine curved in another convulsive spasm, lifting her off the bed, him with her.
"And now--now for your little injection--" he grunted, just as her climax seemed to ebb away, and his prick throbbed, contracted and squirted love juice into her cunt.
"Ahhhh--oh yessss--yesss--" She screamed, a second and even more powerful orgasm following on the heels of the first one when she felt the splashing inside her, the hot, searing jet of sperm entering her body. Lucy, quite frantic, moved with her father, up and down, prying his ass open and attempting to stick her tongue up his hole. She succeeded at last and stayed with it for as long as he so much as twitched.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was inevitable that the noise Jim and his two playmates were making in their enjoyment of each other, totally oblivious of how far their voices might carry, should reach every nook and cranny of the apartment, even though it was a rather large one.
Sally sat up with a jerk, her hand flying to her breast. Yes, there it was again-the long, shuddering moan! It was not Peggy, no, she wouldn't have worried if it were. She had smiled many a night now, aware of what was going on in Chuck's or the young girl's room.
But this was Lucy's voice, it was something she could not be mistaken about, as her mother. Stricken with panic, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and rushed to the door. Sally had forgotten that she was naked, that she had not taken the time to put on her nightgown again, after the abortive attempt at lovemaking with her husband. But what did it matter, this was an emergency! Something was wrong with the child, something had to be, or she would not moan like this!
"Mother--don't, oh please--Mom--" The strong hand catching her by the wrist was Chuck's. He tried to prevent her from entering his sister's bedroom at the last moment. He was staring at her when she turned, up into her eyes, avoiding her nudity. It was one thing to spy on his mother through the keyhole of the bathroom, when she bathed or even when she sat on the bowl, and another thing to face her like this, with her knowing that he saw her.
But she didn't even seem to notice. "Lemme go--let go, Chuck--Can't you hear your sister?" Oh yes, he could hear her all right, and he had been hearing her for quite a while now! He had stood before the door for five minutes now, frantically pulling on his dong so that it was completely erected and sticking out of his pyjama fly. This too went unnoticed by his mother.
Chuck had not entered because he did not know how his father would take it, but he had watched him doing it with Peggy, and then once more with Lucy, through the keyhole. He had hesitated, wondering whether he should not burst into the room, grab whatever girl was free at the moment and show his father that he too was a man, yes, quite a man! After all, now that Dad was fucking them both, what objections could he have about Chuck doing it to his sister?
But to have his mother go in there, that was another thing entirely. Young as he was, Chuck had long detected her indifference toward sex, the tensions that sometimes set his father against her, the remarks made over the breakfast table that could bring tears to her eyes, and which he understood only too well. Sure, his mother was all for Jim screwing some chicks from time to time, but doing it with Lucy might just be a bit too much for her to swallow.
"She's all right, all right," he kept repeating as she tried to free her hand from his grip. "Go to bed, Mom--go back, go ahead--there's nothing to worry about!"
"Nothing to worry about? You're insane, Chuck! Can't you hear her?" And before he could prevent it, she had pushed the door open to rush forward, to hold her child in her arms and soothe her, ask her what it was that hurt her so.
Sally did not rush anywhere though. She stood rooted in the open door, staring with her jaw hanging loose. None of the three people on the bed had noticed her entrance; they were so deeply involved with each other.
Both girls were riding Jim now, as he lay on his back. Lucy was securely skewered on his prick and was facing Peggy who was straddling the man's face, rubbing her cunt against his lips and darting tongue. The two girls were kissing and Lucy, on the point of climaxing, was making all the noise.
Chuck's heart was beating furiously, his hands trembling and his knees knocking against each other as he stepped up behind his mother. But he knew he couldn't remain inactive, couldn't let her become hysterical or something, watching what was going on. Chuck knew his mother well enough, but there were things he couldn't predict, such as her reactions to this.
"Mom--oh Mom--come on now--" he pleaded, and then he took both her arms, at the elbows, pulling her back, out of the room.
He was surprised how easily she followed him and then she turned and looked at him.
"Don't pull, Chuck. It isn't necessary."
He stared at her, flabbergasted to see her perfectly calm now. She even pulled the door shut again.
"You knew, didn't you," she said softly. "You knew it all the time--"
"I-I-"
"Oh," she shrugged, "it really doesn't matter." She looked at him now, her eyes running up and down and stopping at the prick that still stuck out of his pyjama trousers.
"You're like your father, just like your father," she sighed softly. There was no anger, nothing. Just a kind of resignation, she was simply stating a fact.
Chuck thought he was dreaming, the whole thing was just completely unreal. There he was, standing in the hallway with his mother, she was quietly talking to him about things she had never mentioned, and to top it all off, she was naked, completely naked. And inside, where the other three were going at each other, the storm was still raging.
Chuck tried to make heads and tails out of it, tried to figure out his mother and her reactions. But all he could really think of, at the moment, was that she was damn beautiful. Oh, that was something else, seeing her like this, standing before him with her gorgeous big tits pointing at him, than to sneak a look through the keyhole!
"You--you're beautiful, Mommy," was all he brought out at last, and he was amazed to see that she smiled, yes, actually smiled at him.
"Come," she said softly. "Come, Chuck--" She held out her hand to him, apparently totally unselfconscious about her nudity, and when he took her hand, when he followed her to his parent's bedroom, he did not quite believe it, yet knew what was about to happen to him.
"I should have known--I should have expected your father to do it," she said quietly as she sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at her son. "Yes, your father has been talking a lot in his sleep. And for a long time, for months now, I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Except one thing, son."
And with that she reached out, before he could make a move, reached into his fly where the slowly deflating prick had again withdrawn and took it in her hand.
"M--Mother--" he murmured, his voice trembling.
"It's all right, Chuck--why not, after all? You said I was beautiful, didn't you? Your father thinks so too. But what I have is not enough for him, it will not be enough for you either. Still, I want you to take what has only been his until now."
"Why? Tell me at least why, Mother," stammered the boy, feeling his flesh react to the touch of her hand, quite against his conscious will.
"Because I love your father, because I want him to continue living with me and loving me as much as he does now. Because I want him to be able to look into my eyes tomorrow, because I don't want him to be guilty where I am not. Will you do this for me, Chuck?"
She looked at him with tenderness, her large eyes shimmering a little, as if a tear was waiting to roll down her cheek.
Chuck stared, stared at those breasts he had fed on, so long ago that he had no memory of it. They were firm, high on her chest, and the nipples were round and dark. He thought about feeling them against his lips, against his tongue once more, about feeling her arms go around him, softly, as they had when he was a baby.
"You're getting hard, darling," she murmured. "Would you like me to suck it a little first? Your father likes that."
Chuck was quite unable to answer. He swallowed his saliva and continued to stare at her, and then her head bowed down, her hand moved briefly and he knew that it would happen, she had pulled out his cock.
"M--M--Mommy--" he groaned, and his legs began to tremble as the infinitely soft mouth engulfed him. It was something Jim had taught her to do, a long time ago, something she had put every effort into and had finally mastered. Sally knew that she wasn't any good in bed, not good at lovemaking, since she felt so very little when it happened. But this, at least, she could do. It did not require the involvement of her feelings, other than the love she had for her husband. It required patience and technique and the overcoming of that terrible disgust she had felt way back, during their honeymoon, when he had first ejaculated into her mouth.
She had overcome it now, she had learned to satisfy her husband in this fashion. She knew it was better for him than to have intercourse with her, and she could not understand why he still insisted upon trying, trying again and again, insisted upon mounting and penetrating her, when this was so much simpler.
But she was not going to make Chuck come in this fashion. She only wanted that stiffness she had seen on him before to return again, wanted him to be prepared and fit for what he had to do. Then he too would mount her, he too would find release in her arms, but of course she would feel even less than with her husband. She would feel nothing at all, Sally was sure of it. This was her son, after all, and there would be the love for him, as there was the love for Jim, but only in her heart and in her head. Her body--no, impossible. She would not allow it, even if she were capable, for some reason, to respond to this adolescent's onslaughts with something approximating her slight arousal with Jim.
There would have to be a little vaseline used, she thought as she forced her head down to make his glans penetrate into her gullet. This was something, Jim had told her, only few women could do.
Yes, a dab of vaseline between her legs, and the boy would be able to enter her without hurting her. The jar was in the drawer of the night table, within easy reach.
"Mommy-oh Mommy-oh you're doing it so well--" he sighed. His body was moving back and forth now, his pelvis thrusting as he stood before the bed, and Sally unbuttoned his pyjama trousers.
How smooth his skin was, the skin of his legs, of his buttocks--She caressed them, gently, slowly, because she knew that this too would help him enjoy it. She liked the way they felt against the palms of her hands, firm, smooth, young-- His prick was twitching now, deep down in her throat. Mustn't come, darling, mustn't, she thought, we'll just have to stop this now and you'll come to me, in bed.
But she couldn't stop herself from pushing her head down again, and then once again, to feel him enter so deeply. Funny, it was different than with Jim. Easier. Well, he was not quite as big, she realized it now.
But so stiff! Oh yes, his prick was stiff all right! For her now, for nobody else. Not because of what he was watching, over in the other room. Not stiff for Peggy or for Lucy, No, Chuck's hard-on was for her, for Sally, for his Mommy- Little motherfucker--the horrible word, so easily tossed about by the soldiers as they walked in the streets of Kaiserslautern or laughed in the beer halls, the word she would never have pronounced but had heard so many times since she had married a soldier, turned around in her head.
You're going to be my little Motherfucker--that's right,-Chuck, the Motherfucker--he's going to fuck his Mommy now-stick it right into her, right between her legs-- Why was he holding on like this to her shoulders, she wondered. With his fingers pressing into the flesh, grabbing, searching-What are you searching for, my little Motherfucker--? What?
Slowly, almost reluctantly, she let his cock slide out of her mouth for the last time, now all the way, beyond the rim, beyond the glans--and then it was out, hovering before her eyes, smelling--yes, smelling of cock, of sperm, of the male--He's a big boy now, my little Chuck, she thought.
"Come darling, come," she murmured, "fuck your Mommy--" And she let herself sink back into the cushions of the bed, lifted her legs up on the sheet and closed her eyes. Her right hand reached for the drawer of the night table and then stopped, halfway there.
Why--oh dear, why, I won't need any vaseline, she realized suddenly!
Chuck took only the time needed to tear the pyjama jacket off his shoulders, and then he threw himself down on his mother, wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her hard and searching her mouth.
Sally had forgotten about that. She had not thought about his kissing her, about the boy's soft mouth, his tongue even, searching for hers! To have him make love to her, down there where she couldn't see it, that she could accept. But somehow the thought of his kisses, of his saliva mingling with hers, of his tongue and her tongue touching and playing, that was more than she was prepared to cope with.
"Oh please--please, darling, oh Chuck--" she whispered, feeling panic in her throat. Then she realized that it would be out of the question to refuse her mouth to him when she wanted him to penetrate her. She knew that she would have to overcome her reluctance.
"All right darling-all right-you may kiss me," she murmured, "but please, please--not too hard--not right away--just a little--there, there--mmmm--please--" It was asking too much indeed. His mouth was ravenous, his tongue agile and quick, as he silenced her frightened little cries with it, stuffing it into her mouth, and although she did not want to, Sally opened up to him, opened her mouth and sucked on his tongue.
How strange that his tongue should be as smooth to the mouth as his lovely behind had been to the hands, thought Sally! Why yes, everything about this boy, the way he felt against her skin, the way he moved and the way he sighed even, everything was soft and gentle, yes, even while a fire seemed to have flared up inside him to spur him on.
She could feel his hard prick between her thighs, brushing against the sensitive skin, and she knew that there was wetness pouring out of her as it never had before. What was this?
Why was she so impatient now, why did she want him to push it into her? Yes, wanted it with every fiber, every nerve of her body!
Oh, how delicious it was, to want a man! Something was melting inside her, making her all soft and willing, a veil was drawn from her heart and her mind-- "Oh darling-my darling," she heard herself sighing, "oh fuck me--fuck your mommy, my love--" When she felt his glans touch the edges of her orifice, her knees flew apart and she thrust herself up at him.
"Here it is--all yours, love--" she moaned, and her eyelids fluttered, her soft lips drew back from her teeth as she felt herself being penetrated.
It was a hard, sharp thrust that sent her son's prick into her, way in, all the way back. It was a dart that pierced and stabbed into her flesh, and yet it did not hurt as it always had with Jim. Not one bit!
And now he was beginning to move. Sally remained still, tense, waiting and as if listening to the pleasure that was coming upon her.
"Fuck me," she murmured, again, spreading herself out a little more, surprised to find that so much lubrication was coming out of her.
"I'm fucking you, I am," panted the boy, "but why don't you move, Mommy, why don't you?"
"I don't know how--" she murmured.
"Move, Mommy, oh, dammit, move your ass, Mommy," he whimpered, frustrated to find her so still, so unresponding when he had been used to his sister's and to Peggy's lustily thrashing bodies.
He grabbed ahold of her breasts and, in a desperate and a little cruel effort to put life into her, he began twisting them.
"Oh," her whimpered sigh was high-pitched, barely audible, and her buttocks lifted from the bed.
"There, there you go-" he grunted. He released her breasts and quickly bent to suck them, first one, then the other, pulling the thick nipples into his mouth. He could feel them swell and harden.
Sally pushed up again, without prompting this time, without even trying. It just came, all by itself, and the pleasure she felt inc eased. She pushed again, then she clung to her son.
"Fuck me hard, my baby, fuck me real hard," she moaned, not recognizing her own voice. Something was happening to her, something new and which she had never known to be possible, at least not for her.
Girl friends, and other wives of officers, had sometimes shared confidences with her. They had told her of their orgasms, of their pleasures with their husbands or lovers, the latter usually greater than the former. For a long time, she had envied them, all those silly women who could speak of nothing but sex, who apparently dreamed of it when they weren't actually doing it. But then she had resigned herself to her own frigidity. You had to take life the way it came, didn't you...
And now this! This burning throughout her body as her son rammed his prick into her, as his tongue ran over her breasts, over her throat and into her mouth once more.
Her hands were in the small of his back, pressing him into her, pulling on him, making him go deeper, ever deeper. No pain at all.
A doctor had told her once that it was all in her head, that deep aching, each time she made love with Jim. Self-punishment, he had called it. For what? What did she punish herself for?
And now, the forbidden love, the most forbidden one there was, and she felt neither guilt nor the need to punish herself. It was Jim who had liberated her, who had opened the way by doing it with his daughter! Yes, now she was free, now she could enjoy anyone and anything she wanted.
"I'm gonna wait for you, Mommy," whispered Jim now. "I'm not gonna come until you do. We'll do it together, Mommy, oh, yes, I wanna come when you come." He babbled on until she shushed him gently.
"No, darling if you feel like it, you better let it go now. Don't wait for me, you see, I have never-I mean, I don't even know, oh, baby, baby--." suddenly she was crying, pressing his head his head into her shoulder. "Go ahead and shoot your wad, Chuck. Use my hole, use it and don't even think of me. Please, my darling, do yourself all the good you can."
At the same time her loins worked hard, desperately, nevertheless. Chuck was unable to understand. In his limited experience, girls came more often than boys. Lucy could even have five orgasms for his one! So what was wrong with Mommy?
"Aw, don't be silly, Mom, you'll come with me, you'll see," he chuckled softly. "Look, I'll go in deep and quick a few times, like that, there--see? See how you moved up against me? And there again, all right, Mommy, I'm gonna let go, I'm going to squirt it into you, but when you feel it inside, when you feel the sperm, that'll make you come! It had to. Get ready, set--" It was still a game to him, a wonderful sport. There was nothing to worry about, nothing to fear. Everything worked as it was supposed to, and that's the way it was with everybody, all over the world, wasn't it?
"Go-"
"Chuck, oh, darling--" It was a scream that rose in his mother's throat, shrill, frantic. Something was happening to her. It was the certainty in his voice, that total absence of any doubt. He would shoot, she could come, that was what he believed, and that was what he had said. It was almost a command!
Like under a hypnotic command, Sally's body responded to the hot flashes tearing through her as the boy ejaculated. Contractions lifted her up, tore at her insides, made the room spin, and she continued to scream, not understanding what it was that made her do it, knowing only that she was happy, happy at last, quite incredibly happy.
"My lover, my little darling, lover--" she murmured, holding Chuck's face between her hands as she looked into his eyes. "You've done it. You sure have. You've made me come--"
"Of course, Mommy, and it was a good one, wasn't it?" he grinned.
"The best! Oh, the very best!"
"Is it better than with Daddy?" he asked, a sly little smile on his lips. He knew darn well that it was!
"Your daddy, oh, darling, you must understand. I love your father, and I wanted it to be good, in the beginning. I don't know, I don't know why it didn't work, but now maybe it will. Oh, you mustn't mind, not ever, if I do it with him. He's your father, after all, do you understand?"
"Oh, sure I do," he assured her. Why did she have to ask? Chuck did not know what jealousy was. No more than Peggy and Lucy. His mother ran her fingers lovingly through his hair and smiled at him. Could it be, she thought, that after all this time, I'll be able to find pleasure in marriage? Thanks to my son?
Suddenly she was filled with an immense gratitude toward him. Again she drew him into her arms and this time no longer hesitated when he lifted his smiling Ups to her. Softly and yet passionately she kissed him, playing her tongue over his teeth and inserting it deeper, down to where she could taste Chuck's tongue, too.
"Was it Peggy who taught you to become such a wonderful lover?" she smiled after a little while, when his prick poked against her leg once more. "Or was it your little sister?" She chuckled when he blushed slightly.
"Oh, after what I've seen in her room, just before, darling, do you think I couldn't guess? Who started it anyway? Was it Peggy? Or had you done these things before with Lucy?"
The boy heaved a big sigh, feeling relieved to find her so full of understanding. Then he began telling her about the first, almost innocent games between him and his sister, the comparing of their differently-shaped bodies, when they were still little, the explorations that led to touching and caressing. He told her about how he had gradually progressed from mutual masturbation to having himself fellated by the girl, told her of Peggy's role, when she discovered them, and how she had organized Lucy's defloration.
The more he told his mother, the longer it took to fill her in on all the details, the closer he held her, feeling little movements in her legs, in her belly, sensing that she was becoming strongly aroused once more.
He, himself, because of the memories he evoked as well as because of the warmth of his mother's beautiful body against him, was becoming totally erect now, rubbing his cock stand against her side, eager to possess her once more.
"What do you like best, darling?" she asked him, her eyes smiling. "You've got to tell Mommy! What would you like Mommy to do to you now? Or what would you like to do to Mommy?"
"Anything, really anything?" he grinned. She nodded and he pondered the problem for a moment. Peggy had told him how some men like nothing better than to stick their prick into a woman's asshole, but he had never tried it before. Cock-sucking, of course, was wonderful, and his mother sure knew how to do it most efficiently. But wasn't it his own ability to give her pleasure that had been best?
Chuck was becoming a man now, he was only beginning to fathom the extent of his power as a man, his ability to bring forth passion in women. Ah, yes, to do something to them that would make them sigh and twitch and cry out with pleasure. He had been the first one able to do this to his mother, too.
"I wanna suck your twat, Mommy," he whispered softly.
"Oh, no!" Sally cried out, instinctively recoiling before this suggestion. She would never allow Jim to do it, since she was so certain it could only tickle unpleasantly, and he had not really insisted too often. Just to lie there, wide open, completely exposed and let somebody sniff at one's cunt, thought Sally, was just too immodest. She would only be embarrassed, she was sure.
With that extra sensitivity of the natural born lover, he one with innate talent, Chuck understood his mother's reaction and smiled. There had to be ways in which to make her enjoy it. He thought he knew one way.
"Then you suck me again, Mommy, all. right? You know that you're the best?" She smiled proudly. "Oh, yes, Mommy, with you, I can just go ahead and stuff it in all the way. Wow, that's something.
"But look, Mommy, let's do it like this. Look, I'll come on you like this and you go ahead. I can kiss you here, and here, where it's so soft and smooth, in the meantime--" He shifted his legs, moving his crotch to the woman's face, dangling his erected prick before her eyes as she lay on her back, and then he pressed his tongue into the delicate, sensitive flesh where thigh meets belly, at the outer edges of the bush.
He felt his prick go into the woman's mouth, deep, deep, felt the slight resistance at the back of her throat and then went past. Sally was breathing noisily through her nose, receiving his thrusts and tickling his sack with her fingers, running them up into the crack of his ass and pressing one index into his hole.
From the way her fingers moved, from the nervous manner in which she fondled him, Chuck could tell that she was becoming very much excited once more. And then there was the smell rising from her cunt, warm, pungent, the smell of creaming pussy.
Sally twitched just a little when her son leaned squarely over her, one elbow on either side, immobilizing her quite efficiently as he used both hands to pry her cunt open. It was a long gash, pink and clean and wet, and Chuck ran his tongue down along that slit, in one long sweeping motion. He went from the clitoris right down to her asshole, the tip of his tongue catching momentarily in the middle, where her vagina was. Then he returned to the clit.
Softly he nibbled on it, holding it between his lips and waiting for it to grow hard. It did, too. It became turgid, the erectile tissues responding to tiny jabs of his tongue, and the slightest resistance his mother had put up was ebbing away.
Her breathing became moaning, muffled whimpers of pleasure uttered through her nose. Her hips and pelvis rose and fell rhythmically now. Up, when Chuck's prick dug into her throat, down when he withdrew again.
He was wallowing in her crotch, slurping at her juices, pulling the clitoris into his mouth and then darting his tongue down into the orifice. He was working hard, fast, efficiently. His hands kept her open, from time to time caressed the long cunt lips, the insides of the thighs, and as she bounced with every jab of his tongue, faster and faster, he became confident that once more she would come.
With his prick in her mouth, deep inside her throat, Sally could not tell him in so many words what she felt, what his cunt-lapping was doing to her, but her every moan, her every grunt was eloquent enough. His excitement fed on hers and hers on his. They had become one single unit of pleasure, a machine of flesh producing delight, and when at last his muscles contracted and his sperm shot down his mother's gullet, straight into her stomach, she twisted and arched her back, her legs trembling violently as the orgasm took hold of her entire being. It was at that moment, when her groans of pleasure had become loudest, when her toes were curling up and her body was vibrating with the electrifying shudders of her climax, that Jim returned to the marital bedroom.
CHAPTER SIX
Major Landers had been in two wars. He had held responsible positions in both of them, had been in situations no textbook ever described.
Jim Landers, heretofore, was not one to buckle in a crisis situation. On the contrary, after the initial shock or surprise, his mind and his heart generally worked twice as well, actually thrived under pressure and brought forth his best accomplishments. Having had sex with his daughter was unusual, that much was certain. Also, it was highly enjoyable. And apparently it did not hurt her, or him, and certainly did not hurt the outside world--the society which sets mores for its people.
There was Sally to contend with, of course. She would discover everything unless she were told, and with the promptness that was characteristic of him, Jim Landers decided to translate theory into action.
Taking his daughter's hand, not letting her put on her nightgown, her little crotch still full of his sperm and her own juices, he led her out of the room.
"We're going to have a talk with Mommy now," he told her and smiled reassuringly. Then he turned to Peggy.
"Don't you worry now, girl. Just relax and maybe we'll all get together again, before morning."
She followed them with slightly worried eyes but then she shrugged. After all, there were things in which she could take a hand, and other things that were completely beyond her control and responsibility. Oh, he must know her better than anyone, after all. He must know what he's doing, she thought.
And it was with his daughter's hand in his, naked as she was, that Major Landers now stood before the bed in his and Sally's bedroom, looking down upon wife and son clinging to each other in the classic sixty-nine position and climaxing together.
His sharp mind immediately made the right deductions. This was no coincidence! She already knew. She had reacted. But what he could not understand was that wild, joyous moan rising from her lips, that thrashing of her legs, that clinging of arms around the boy's waist and buttocks. Was she actually coming? For the first time?
Major Landers felt no anger, no resentment, only a sense of wonder, of the miraculous, and when he realized that, he was grateful. He looked quickly at Lucy, just to see how she was reacting to this spectacle, but the kid was just staring and smiling dreamily. To her, nothing counted but the fact that here was sex in the raw, here was something nice and exciting, and since it was happening she certainly did not question the reasons and implications for it. If her eyes expressed any deep thought, her father realized, it was only the question as to where she, little Lucy, might fit into all this, where she, too, might receive her share of he fun.
Chuck, with his head still nodding furiously between his mother's thighs, had not even noticed his father's and his sister's arrival. As for Sally, now that the boy's prick slowly started to slide out of her throat and mouth, she opened her eyes and met her husband's. For a few seconds, she froze, but then she saw his smile and smiled back at him.
Should there be explanations, she wondered. Should we spend the rest of the night talking to each other, trying to set down rules, trying to justify each other? It seemed so senseless, in a way.
Jim continued to smile and simply placed his index finger on his lips. Sally's face brightened and she nodded.
He then pushed the girl forward, pointing at Chuck's rear end, all gooey with sperm and Sally's saliva. Oh, he knew now what had transpired between brother and sister, and he accepted.
Lucy nodded as she looked up at her father, and then she threw herself upon her brother's ass. fingers, tongue, lips went to work, cleaning him up, and when he shouted, "Hey!" and tried to turn, his father laughed and gently pushed his hand down on the back of his head.
"Down, boy, keep working," he chuckled. For a moment, Chuck remained still, thoughts racing through his head. And then his sister's tongue entered his shit hole and he began sucking Sally's cunt again.
Jim looked down upon the moving, groping trio, and then he decided that the time had not yet come for him to lay claim on his wife's favors.
Let her get into the swing of things, he thought. Let her really wake up to the realities of her own body, of her own needs. Then she'll come to me. I won't even have to ask. For now, it is enough to know that neither of us is angry at the other, that neither of us minds.
He took one last look at Lucy's twitching little ass, patted it briefly and fondly, and then turned to the door. There was so much about Peggy he still wanted to explore!
She was waiting for him, too, waiting and smiling when he came into the room, propping herself up on one elbow and throwing off the blanket she had pulled over her. She showed her nakedness. She wanted him to see it all, standing there before his daughter's bed. Still smiling, she began to writhe and wriggle, lifting herself up in the middle, spreading her long legs, exposing her cunt.
In Hamburg, during a night off when he had been waiting to receive fresh troops from the boat, he had seen a striptease that was a little like this, with the girl lying on the counter of the bar, squirming and moaning and exposing her private parts to the howling, drinking guests. But she had not been so pretty, far from it! And this show was for him, for him alone...
Her back arched, her face turned to him. Peggy was rubbing her breasts with both hands and making her vulva twitch. She could see that she was accomplishing what she had set out to do, since the Major's prick was getting stiff and was rising between his legs.
She called upon resources within herself she had never suspected existed. Until now. The deeply anchored instincts of the woman calling for the man was there, though, the ritual dance of the female for her male was twisting her limbs, lifting her hips, spreading her legs.
Silently she continued to writhe, her pelvis imitating and suggesting the thrusts of copulation.
"You want it that badly, don't you?" murmured the Major.
"Oh, yes, Jim, you know it," she sighed. "Can't you smell my cunt? Can't you smell how it longs for you? For your big fat dong there, standing up and looking at me?"
He laughed at the image and went to sit down on the edge of the bed. Gently he caressed her, stroking her belly until she purred.
"How'd it go?" she asked now, but he could tell she wasn't worried. From his attitude, from his easy smile, she could have gathered that everything was indeed going fine. But she wouldn't know about Chuck and his mother, that was he surprise he had for her.
When he told her what he had seen upon entering his bedroom, when he described the scene and how Lucy had joined her mother and her brother, Peggy's eyes closed halfway and she put her arms around his neck and rubbed her cheek against his as she pulled him down to her.
"Does it excite you?" he asked her, knowing that it did. "Do you like the idea of those three doing it together? You know that one thing leads to another, don't you? You know that we shall soon all do it together, that Gertie will get her share of the fun, too."
"Oh, don't say--no more--" moaned the girl in his arms. "You're gonna make me come just by talking, Jim--" He laughed. He enjoyed her excitement, her youth and untiring willingness to draw yet more and more pleasure from her flesh.
"You've got to think, though," he murmured. "You're a good little organizer, honey. Oh, yes, you sure are! Look at all that's happened since you got here! Hey, what about Gertie and my wife? What about them together, they do sort of like each other, don't they?"
"Gertie'll go crazy. Just crazy," murmured Peggy.
"That's good, I want her to. And Lucy? Listen, I was looking at her before, and I was thinking--that little ass of hers, that tiny hole between her buns--don't you think it needs fucking by -now. Chuck hasn't broken her in from the rear yet, has he?"
"No, he hasn't," murmured Peggy.
"Then it will be a father's prerogative. Yeah, I've decided it just now. That kid is ripe for it. What she needs now is a good cornholing from her Daddy!" Peggy hugged him and giggled.
"So you like the idea, don't you? And how about you, young lady? How about that sweet little ass of yours, are you getting it in there, the way a girl like you should be getting it?"
"Not lately," she whispered and looked up at him, her eyes expectant, eager. "Not for a while, you know-"
"And you'd like it, you'd like me to do it to you there, wouldn't you?"
"I sure would, Jim. Oh, Jim, darling, why don't you do it right now. Why don't you fuck me in the ass right now! Oh, please, darling, do it to me like that. Shove it up my asshole now!"
"Right now?" he laughed. "Is that where you want it? Up your shit hole, that tiny little shit hole there--" And to illustrate just exactly what he meant, Jim was fumbling around between her legs, not at her cunt but much lower down, trying to wedge one finger into the minuscule orifice of her ass.
"Oh, yes, oh, I'm very sensitive there," she moaned, squirming and holding on to the man. "Oh, yes, you're gonna do it to me there, with your big prick, not just with your fingers, isn't that right honey?"
Then, suddenly pushing him away from her, she jumped from the bed and stood there, grinning down at him.
"How'd ya want me?" she asked, breathlessly. "Like this?" and she whirled, stuck out her buttocks and pulled them apart with her fingers, bending down and wriggling wildly. "Is this the way you want it? Or like this-" Peggy faced him again, let herself fall to the floor, lifted her legs up, up, higher and higher, again showing him with her prying hands just where the spot was she wanted plugged up.
"There, that's it!" he laughed. "Right there on the floor, too!" And then he was on her, held between her strong thighs, forcing his penis into her bowels.
"Ohhhh!" she howled, the pain of his forcing, of his ramming, becoming incredible pleasure. "Oh, yesss, you're ass-fucking me now. Oh, you're ass-fucking me, all right--" She was howling her pleasure, her arms gripping him, holding him with strength that surprised him. Jim shoved and pushed, getting the entire length of his prick up into her asshole, and then began to make the back and forth movements she craved for.
"Harder, oh, yes, harder, don't be afraid. Now it doesn't hurt one bit. Just stick it in, shove it in, love, oh, yes, that's it!"
When she felt his pumping had become frantic, that he was coming closer and closer to ejaculating, Peggy released him, taking her arms away from around his waist, and pushed them down between their slapping, pounding bellies. Her cunt needed attending to now. She would make herself come with him. She knew it.
Jim could feel the movement of her hands, the steady, exciting rubbing and masturbating as she held her clitoris between the extended index fingers of both hands, squeezing it and jerking himself off with a frenzy that made him stare at her face. It was all sweaty, that pretty young face, the nostrils were flaring, trembling, and so were her half-open lips. She looked up at him, straight into his eyes. She no longer howled and whimpered. She was whispering little words to him.
"Now, darling, yes, you know, it's coming now. All for you, too, isn't it? I can feel it from the way you move, there, oh, yes. Ohhhhhh, there it is. Your come, your sperm, yes, yes, I feel it up in my bowels. All the way up-" She twitched, jerked up and down but never took her eyes away from his. They were coming together as she had planned, her timing had been perfect, just perfect...
"There really should be a third person present, when a girl gets it in the rear," smiled Jim after they had climbed back on the bed and were resting, touching each other, nevertheless, exploring each other's body as if they had only begun making contact.
"Whaddya mean, Jim?" she asked, and smiled, her eyes bright with curiosity.
"Well, it's something they showed me when I was stationed in Japan. The place I used to go to, on Sundays, had a few specialties of the house, and this was one of them. The fellow sits on a chair, or on the edge of the bed, but a good, sturdy stool without backrest or anything is best, of course. Then they put a big, full-length mirror up in front of him so he can see himself and whatever is going on.
"Then these two girls come in, and one gets on top of him, you know, on his lap, with her back to him, one leg on either side, and works his prick up into her asshole. Get the picture? And remember, the guy can see everything, her open cunt, in the mirror, her asshole, with his prick inside, moving up and down.
"And then the other girl comes over and kneels down in front of the couple, and with her tongue she begins doing to her young friend what you've just been doing to yourself with your fingers."
"Wow--nice," murmured Peggy.
"You bet it is. Sometimes we had no mirror, three or four of us soldiers, sitting in a circle, each with the two broads in front of him. And you know what else they do?"
"Well, depends on what the guy wants. Sometimes we finished in the girl's ass and sometimes we didn't. All we had to do was to give the one with the prick up her shit hole a little pinch and she'd lift herself up, the prick would pop out and forward, smack into the mouth of the other one, the one on her knees, and that one would start sucking like there was no tomorrow! You know, a few times I've dropped half my load up an ass and down a throat with the other half," Jim laughed, his eyes becoming dreamy as he remembered.
"We can do it. Oh, we must!" cried Peggy, clapping her hands. "Look, I'm sure the others will go along, now that we're all sort of one happy family, whaddya say?"
"All right, okay with me, but let's figure it out. Let's say I cornhole you and Chuck gets his prick up his mother, right? Now Lucy could go down on your cunt and then we'd have to ask Gertie, you know, for Sally? I think they'll go nicely together, don't you feel it?"
"Oh, wow, oh, yes, I can feel it, right here, I can feel it," moaned Peggy, squirming and nuzzling him. And since she was as much a woman of action than he was an efficient officer and gentleman with a talent for organization, they laid their plans carefully, before laying each other one last time for the night.
Gertie, as Peggy had expected, was all atremble and nervous. Peggy had gone to her apartment early, ahead of the others, trying to calm her down and mainly to make sure she wouldn't welch out on them at the last moment.
She had sounded surprised at first, then quite enthusiastic, over the phone, when Peggy had explained everything to her, had told her about the events of the previous night.
"I am so glad, I really am," the young man had sighed, "now that Jim must return to the States, now that we must part--I am glad that he and his lovely wife will make nice love from now on--"
"Not so fast," Peggy had laughed. "So far they haven't tried each other out, not since the boy did it to her. They want to save it for this afternoon. How'd you like five guests for the night?"
"Oh, dear, oh, dear--" Gertie had fluttered. "Is so small the apartment--"
"Oh, we're not going to spread out too much, you know," was Peggy's happy answer. "Main thing is, your bed shouldn't break through the middle!"
And Gertie, very seriously, had launched herself into long and proud explanation about how her bed was a real old one, from before the war, of a quality you don't find any more, and much larger than they make them now.
"Sometimes you're a real nut, Gertie," Peggy had giggled over the phone, but the young German woman had not really understood. Sometimes she could be so fully about details! And she still didn't use dirty words. Peggy decided that she would teach her before leaving Germany, if it was he last thing she did!
It was four o'clock now, the booze was in the icebox and the bed was freshly made.
Gertie was fussing with her dress, the third one she had tried on in Peggy's presence. Peggy was turning her eyes to heaven, telling her that it was just fine, just perfect, for the little time she would have it on.
"You are so young, so much without experience," Gertie told her gently. "Impressions are so important! When Jim comes to see me I always try to look very, very good, and exciting to him. And now everybody is going to look--oh, and Mrs. Landers--Sally--you know, she and I have never--not even to think about it! No, no, never, and maybe it is not going to go like you say--" She was really getting frantic now and Peggy laughed good-naturedly as she took her into her arms.
"Gertie, darling, don't be silly now, will you? So she hasn't had a girl yet, so what? Once she's here, once she sees how things go, once she sees that cute little ass of yours, and those lovely tits, she's going to flip, that's all!" And with that she pressed one hand into the young woman's breast.
"Oh, no, don't-not now-" moaned Gertie, responding immediately with a bucking of knees and a wetting of cunt.
"See? See that? What a hot potato you are?" chuckled Peggy, "and you're gonna worry now? Don't be silly. You'll have Sally eating out of your hand, baby, and not only your hand, that much I can promise you!"
She held the woman at arm's length now, admiring her. Yes, Gertie was always perfect. Slim, elegant, the blue dress with the low-cut collar, the sleeves that came down all the way to her wrists, making everybody want to see her beautiful white arms.
Around her long, slender neck, Gertie was wearing a string of pearls, small, simple, precious. She wore no other jewelry today and in a way Peggy almost felt envious of her.
Jim had insisted that she, herself, wear her road outfit, or what he called her "hippy rags." Dungarees, slightly torn and patched, and a T-shirt. And barefoot, that was another thing he had wanted. True, it made her look a lot younger than her eighteen years, and it gave her an easy, fast appearance. The hitchhiker whom a fellow can give a lift and a lay at the same time. The kind that only thinks it common courtesy to kneel down in a truckdriver's cab and give him a quickie while he drives her to where she wants to go.
Her young, firm boobs looked damn good in that white T-shirt, she had to admit, as she glanced at herself in the mirror. Yes, damn good! Nipples hard and ready to pierce the thin material.
Peggy wondered whether a quickly administered finger job might calm Gertie down, after all, but then she decided against it. Why calm her down? On the contrary. The more excited she was, the better. She took the young woman's hands and made her sit down on the couch.
"English lesson now, Gertie," she murmured.
"What?"
"Yes, this time you're not going to get away with it, honey," she laughed. "You're going to call honey," she laughed.
"Oh, you mean--'.
"Yes, I mean, like what are you going to say to Sally when she sits on her husband's prick and shows you what she's got between her legs? Whatcha gonna say?"
"Oh, nothing. I think nothing--"
"Now that wouldn't be very polite, would it now? Why don't you ask for permission to suck her cunt? Now listen, this is the way to do it. You just give her a little kiss and say you wanna stick your tongue up her fuck hole. Yeah, that's what you should call it, Gertie. She'll love you for it."
"You, mean, the fuc-oh, I can't," squirmed Gertie, blushing.
"Fuck hole. Say it, darling. Come on, say it nicely."
"May I stick my tongue into your-fuckhole-?" she whispered.
"Sure you may!" roared Jim, standing in the door and grinning all over his face. His family was right behind him.
"Why, you're early!" cried Gertie, her face turning a furious red.
"Couldn't wait. Well, you know everybody, darling, why don't we get right down to it!" He reached behind him, grabbing his wife's wrist and pulling her forward.
"There, there she is! You heard her, Sally, you heard her say it. Come on, up with your skirt and let's see your twat."
"Jim!" shouted Sally, her eyes blazing, and there was a tremor in her voice that made Peggy think she would start crying any minute. She looked at the major, and only now did she realize that he was quite drunk. Face flushed, eyes glazed, he was speaking with slurred words.
"This is your day, Sally. The day you're gonna find out what fucking is really like. C'mon, baby, let's see whatcha got down there." He grabbed for her, pulling her pubic hair right through her dress and then pushed her to the couch. Sally toppled over and fell on it.
"C'mon, kids, help your mother. Get everything off her and quick!"
"Hey, hey--" murmured Peggy, grabbing his arm and trying to push him away. "What's the matter with you, Jim? You're flying high, you know that?"
"Flying high, way up high--" he grinned. "Fucking bitch is really gonna get it this time," he added, casting a mean look in the direction of his wife.
"What's happened? Come on, what gives, Jim?" asked the girl.
"Women-that's what she needs. Not a man like me." All the bitterness accumulated over the years was coming to the fore. "A good cunt-sucking is what she needs! Oh, she can do without a prick, all right!"
He continued to grumble but allowed Peggy to pull him away, over to the kitchen. Quickly she cast one more glance at Gertie. Her eyes were pleading, and Gertie understood. Gently she put one arm around Sally's shoulder, sitting down next to her, and spoke softly into her ear. Sally had begun to cry by then, but. she leaned her head against Gertie's shoulder and seemed to need the soothing words.
"All right, out with it! What's bugging you?" hissed Peggy as she closed the kitchen door. "You're spoiling everything, I hope you know that, you big ox!"
"Spoiling everything?" he mumbled. "Everything's been spoiled a long time ago--"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
He slumped, leaning his ass against the kitchen table. His uniform jacket was unzipped, his tie undone. If an MP had caught him outside, he would have been in trouble, that was for sure.
"You've got nothing better to do than to bring all those old stories up to the surface now? Now of all times, you bastard!"
"She's never wanted me. She doesn't want me now," he whined. "She wants Chuck, that's all. Maybe Gertie, too. She'll want Gertie, all right. And Chuck wants Gertie. He fucks her pretty good, don't he?"
"Get ahold of yourself, Jim," sighed Peggy, putting her arms around him and kissing his cheek. "You don't know what you're saying. You know what I think? I think you're actually afraid she might want you today. Now wouldn't that be something scary?"
"Ha! Me, afraid?" he sneered, but Peggy was sure she put her finger right on it. He was used to things as they were, and now they were going to change. Sure, he had organized everything. He had also accepted everything, intellectually-speaking. But deep down, down where the pain was, he was like a little boy now. Scared of his wife, jealous of his son. Peggy was amazed at herself and how quickly she was learning about people. When there's need for it...
Jim was looking down his nose, straight at her pointing nipples, at the bursting T-shirt.
Good. That'll keep his mind from his real and fancied problems. Peggy fervently hoped that Gertie would play her part, that she would get things started over in the living room, maybe in the bedroom, too. Once they had their clothes off, Jim was sure to relax if he returned to them. But right now it was too soon. Right now she had to take care of him, had to help him snap out of his nasty mood.
"Touch them, go ahead, touch hem," she murmured, thrusting out her chest, and then his hands rose and he fondled her breasts through the sheer cotton of the shirt. A little smile came to his lips.
Why, they are like little boys, aren't they, Peggy thought. Big, tough men, officers, never mind what-but when the chips were down, they weren't any better than Chuck on his first time!
"Go ahead and squeeze them, darling," she moaned. "Squeeze them hard. I've been waiting for it."
His fingers pressed into her tits, hard, almost furious, and he hurt her.
"You crazy or something? Whatsamatter with you! Leggo, you bastard, leggo!" She twisted and struggled as he pulled on her breasts, holding her, grinning that stupid, vacuous grin.
"Fucking woman! Fuck 'em all!" he hissed at her and his hands began to twist her breasts. Tears sprang to the girl's eyes but she bit her lips and did not cry out. She did not want to alarm the others, they had enough problems as it was.
No, this was no way of starting a cozy little orgy, no way at all, she mused. I've got to get him away from here and get him sobered up! And before that, I've got to get those big paws of his off my tits!
She hated doing it, but there really wasn't time to find a better solution. At least she tried not to do it too hard, as gently as possible. Her knee went up and made contact, at the exact right spot. Major Jim Landers doubled up, just as he was supposed to do, his hands much too busy to hold his groin to squeeze any girl's titties.
"Sorry, Jim, I really am," she murmured, taking his arm and leading him to the door that opened on the service entrance. She had to get him out of here.
In the stairway she pushed him against the wall and fixed his tie, zipped up his jacket and adjusted the cap on his head.
"There you are, lover boy. A little fresh air will do the trick!" He was like a meek little lamb now. The sudden pain of her deftly delivered kick had brought about surrender. Or else it was just the last straw, the equivalent of just one more shot behind the belt. She got him out into the sunlit street.
It was a block just off the main road, a rather quiet block, and Peggy was glad there weren't too many people around. She steered him off to one side, away from the center of town, then around the corner. It would be best if no military policeman saw him now, or for that matter, none of his own men. Peggy was sure he had much authority over them, and to see him staggering, on the arm of a barefooted, disreputable-looking little broad, would do nothing to perpetuate this kind of authority.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was a little tearoom, down the block, apparently the only public establishment in the area. German tearooms are quiet, little places, frequented by middle-aged to elderly ladies, as a rule. They were places where you could buy cakes, cookies and ice cream, and where you generally found a few marble-topped tables for those who wished to eat what they bought on the spot. This one even sported a waitress.
Peggy pushed Jim inside. It was a cool, clean place, just right for sobering up a little. There was no one inside, for the time being, except for the waitress and the old man behind the counter.
"Sit, darling, sit there. We'll get some coffee," she murmured to Jim, forcing him down on one of the chairs. Then he cast a pleading look toward the waitress who seemed less than delighted with her clientele at this moment.
She was a morose-looking woman of undetermined age, moving slowly and reluctantly to take Peggy's order. Tearooms, in Kaiserslautern, were not frequented by GI.s in general. They were some of the few places where "decent" ladies of the town could still gather among themselves and lament the fate that had befallen their town without the presence of those raucous soldiers. A drunken major and a barefooted American girl certainly were not welcome, even if they were the only customers at the moment. They might drive out other incoming customers, even!
The cups danced on their saucers as the women slammed them down on the table and sighed quite audibly. Major Landers looked up, a slow glimmer of anger returning to his eyes, but Peggy quickly put her hand on his arm to stop him from making a fuss.
"Drink your coffee, darling, come on!" she murmured, and the waitress looked shocked. Why, this wasn't even his daughter, as she had assumed at first. She was his darling, no less!
She and the old man behind the counter exchanged a brief glance of utter disapproval. The old man nodded, imperceptibly, and then went to the back of the store, where the telephone was.
"You'll be all right now, honey, you'll see," murmured Peggy, caressing the Major's arm as he sipped his coffee. "You should have gotten a little sack time in with your wife, before coming this afternoon. I bet everything would have gone all right. I bet you just imagine things now, and you would both have had a great time!"
"Fuck Gertie," he mumbled. "Fuck 'em all. What did she have to go and screw around with Chuck for?"
"I thought you didn't mind, darling. I thought you'd be so understanding."
"Yeah, yeah, always understanding. I've always got to understand everything! Like Sally's idea of having you come and get Chuck laid in the first place. As if he didn't have that brat of a sister to play around with!"
"But they didn't mean--I mean, they never did go all the way, I told you that."
"You told me that, sure," he growled, hostility in his eyes. "You told me a lot of things! And ever since you've come to us, things have been upside down. Everything standing on its head. Oh, what a bright idea Gertie had there!"
Peggy felt hurt. What had happened since Mike had zoomed off on his motorbike was unexpected and in a way marvelous. Peggy had never in her wildest dreams imagined that her stay in Kaiserslautern would turn out to be so interesting! But what she had done, every move she had made, was prompted by more than just the consideration of her own pleasures. She had honestly felt that she was bringing something to this family, that she was pulling them together and was playing the role of a kind of catalyst, precipitating events that would prove fulfilling and broadening to all involved.
And now she was being reproached by the one man who stood to gain the most from her presence. It just wasn't fair. Was it inescapable then? Were men really always ingrates, always selfish dumb heads? She still couldn't quite believe it. She liked men too much to consider turning to her own sex exclusively to find the pleasures she craved, the joys her young body needed.
She was so deep in thought over this that she did not even notice the two MP's walking into the shop, their white helmets gleaming, the night sticks at their side.
"What seems to be the trouble, sir?" said the younger one, a handsome lad with a baby-face as he stepped to the Major's table.
"Trouble? There's no trouble," said Peggy, looking up, astonished.
"We had a phone call. If you'd be so good, sir, may I see your papers?"
Only the firm grip of Peggy's hand on Jim's arms stopped him from flaring up at the MP. He fumbled for his wallet, produced his ID card, muttering something incomprehensible. But it would be quite obvious to anyone that he was utterly drunk.
The young soldier examined the card, handed it back to the major and thanked him. Then he smiled in a friendly, slightly embarrassed fashion.
"We've got the jeep right outside, sir," he said softly. "Be a pleasure to give you a lift to your quarters, sir."
Geddahell outta here--" mumbled Jim.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I'll have to insist," said the MP, looking more and more embarrassed. He glanced at Peggy as if to ask for help. She nodded and smiled at him.
"Come on, darling, come on, upsadaisy! Home to beddy-bye now!" She got up and put one arm firmly under his, pulling hard to lift him out of his chair. The second MP quickly came to her side, taking the Major's other arm, and soon they had him staggering out the door and to the jeep, under the self-righteous and satisfied stares of the two Germans in the tea room.
The young MP and Peggy were sitting in the back, on either side of the Major, who was mouthing profanities, but was apparently beyond resisting. "Why, he must be absolutely stinko, thought Peggy. From time to time, she smiled apologetically at the young MP, and he smiled back. He, too, seemed embarrassed, but Peggy could tell that this wasn't his only reason for smiling.
When they arrived in Vogelweh, the MP who drove the jeep remained at he wheel, and Peggy helped the young MP with the Major. Together, they dragged him up the two flights of stairs to the apartment. Peggy fumbled in Jim's pockets to find the key, then opened the door.
"Better get your Dad to bed now," said the MP softly. She grinned. Another one who took her for his daughter. For the time being, she decided not to say anything about it, and when they had Jim Landers toppled on the bed, he spread out his arms, closed his eyes and started to snore.
"Well, that's that!" sighed the MP. "Good thing he went to sleep. It'll keep him out of trouble and when he wakes up, he'll be all right, I'm sure."
Quietly, Peggy closed the door to the bedroom and turned to smile at the young soldier. Suddenly, she realized that she was frustrated, that she felt cheated out of an afternoon that had been so promising! Sure, she could return to Gertie's now, and dive right into the action. Certainly they were going at it there, and Peggy wouldn't be surprised if it weren't Lucy who saw to it that the party didn't lag. Then she could share Chuck with three other females or content herself with a little mutual cunt-sucking.
But here was a man, a real man, standing before her. Much younger than Jim, much more handsome, too, and yet no longer a boy like Chuck. And polite, gentle, really nice. She liked the way he had handled the situation in the tea room. No fuss, no bother, no scandal. And now she could tell that he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her boobs.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Stu Baker. Corporal Stu Baker."
"I'm Peggy. But it ain't Peggy Landers, see? I'm not his daughter. I'm the au pair girl here." It was like telling him that it would be all right to go ahead, that he wouldn't be sticking out his neck, fooling around with an officer's daughter. Corporal Baker seemed to understand quite well, for now his eyes lit up like two sunrises at once.
Still, he didn't seem to know just exactly what to say, and Peggy prompted him.
"When are you getting off duty?" she asked. "Another hour?" he murmured. And then, taking up the cue, "Could we get together then? Maybe a little drink or something?"
Peggy nodded and smiled at him. "Schwan Hotel? The cocktail lounge?" she asked softly. He nodded.
"Six o'clock all right?"
"Perfect, Stu. And listen, don't worry, I won't be barefoot."
A date with a man. It seemed to her as if an eternity had gone by since the last time! There just hadn't been any time for it lately, and Mike wasn't exactly a date, just a travel companion going stale. Peggy felt that same excitement she had when getting ready for a date back in high school. She was trying on all her dresses, all three of them, and finally settled on the bright red on. It went well with her red hair and made her look just a little wicked, a little easy and fast. Fluffy around the very short sleeves, it was quite short and low-cut.
He'll know what I want the minute he sees me in this, she thought. But what the hell, I'm not looking for a husband. Just for a really good one night stand!
The resounding snoring of the Major was still coming out of the bedroom when she left the apartment, a while later. Let them all solve their own problems for once, she thought. If this isn't my night off, then I'll make it just that.
Corporal Baker was wearing khaki slacks and a blazer, white shirt and tie. His hair was almost crewcut and he looked like something out of a teenage magazine of the fifties or so. Something about this touched her, made her feel tender toward him.
She went to him, as he stood by the bar, and took his hands. They did not speak but smiled only, then went to sit in one of the booths. It was still early and few people were in the lounge. The pianist was just arriving and spreading out his sheet music all over the piano. A few minutes later, old Viennese tunes softly filled the room.
Why, this is turning out to be romantic, thought Peggy, not one bit sorry about it. And Stu was putting his hand on hers.
"You sure look pretty now," he grinned.
"Oh? Not like before, is that what you mean?"
"Oh, no, no, that's not what I meant," he stammered, blushing with confusion. "Before you looked, well, very sexy, I meant to say."
"And not any more, right?" she sighed, enjoying teasing him. She figured he'd be about twenty-two or so. And she liked that certain bashfulness about him. It didn't mean he'd be a dud in bed. It only meant he'd be gentle.
"What would you like to do tonight?" he asked her. "Shall we have dinner, and then a movie? Or would you just like to take a walk?"
"Until what time are you off?" she asked.
"Midnight." She made a fast calculation. That left just exactly six hours. Not bad, if you didn't waste them. Yes, time enough for dinner, and maybe over candlelight and sauerbraten she could make him understand just exactly what she wanted for tonight.
"I'm not going to be in Kaiserslautern very long," she told him during dinner and his face fell.
"Well, that's the way it is. The family I work for is going back to the States in a couple of weeks, so we won't have much time to develop any kind of great relationship. I just thought I'd tell you right off."
She could tell that he felt rebuffed, misinterpreting what she had said as meaning exactly the opposite. A nice, young man, she thought, yes, just like Gertie had said, a lot of nice young men in this town. They needed to have things spelled out for them, all right!
"Look," she said, holding his hands over the table, her eyes bright and soft. "Shall we be quite frank with each other?" He nodded. "Then let's face it, we probably want the same thing. Forget about the movie or any walk, we can get to know each other a lot better and faster than that!"
"Yeah, sure," he murmured.
"Say, haven't you ever picked up a girl for just one thing? Or at least hoping it would be that? Or thought about picking one up? Now, look, Stu, that's what I'm doing with you. I gave you the come-on before, all right. I just wanted to pick you up because I like you. I'm not a whore. I'm just a healthy young girl and I need the very things you need. In other words, shall we? You feel like making the scene with me?"
Stu gulped. His face had darkened with redness again and she could tell how embarrassed he was, yet at the same time there was a flicker of something close to pride in his eyes. Yeah, getting picked up by a sweet American chick here in Kaiserslauter, that didn't happen to every GI in town!
"You're okay, you know that?" he laughed self-consciously. "Why, sure, listen, I'm just a man and you're so pretty--"
"And I'm just a girl, and you're so big and strong," she moaned with exaggeration, batting her eyelids at him so that they both burst out laughing.
"Where?" he asked. Dammit, she hadn't thought about that. Gertie was out, most certainly out. Peggy just knew that this young man wasn't the kind you could bring into a lively little orgy just like that, cold, without some kind of preparation. And an orgy it would be, up in the little apartment, and not about to stop so soon! They're probably wringing that poor Chuck dry, she thought.
And they're sure to do the same to this cute fellow!
Peggy felt selfish tonight. She didn't want to share her catch.
"Don't you know of a place? Otherwise we could take a room right here at the hole," she said, a little reluctantly. There were bad vibes about the place, bad memories of Mike here.
"No, no, I've got something," he said. "Actually I'm not quite sure, but let me make a phone call. There's this sergeant, he's shacking up with one of the local girls in town. He owes me a few favors, I'm sure we can use his place."
"What if they're home?" asked Peggy.
"Oh, he isn't, I promise you. I know, because he's in my company and he's pulling patrol tonight. Let me call him right now, so that I can still catch him at the orderly room." Stu came back a few minutes later, his face radiant. Just from looking at him, Peggy knew that it was in the bag.
"It's okay, honey," he said. "There's even a bottle of wine left, he says we should go to town with it. And Erika's staying at her parents tonight. Visits them every week, see. Wow, we've got it made."
He was all excited now, and Peggy cast a quick glance at his fly before he sat down again. Sometimes anticipation was enough to give 'em a hard-on. But she could see nothing, he moved too quickly.
"Will you undress me, Stu?" she asked softly when they sat on the bed, in the sergeant's apartment. It was a small but pleasant place, just one large room with the bed in an alcove, a kitchenette and a tiny bathroom.
Stu was staring at her, as if he could not believe his luck.
"You know something?" she whispered, when he fumbled with the zipper on her dress. "You haven't even kissed me yet!"
It was true. They had made all the arrangements, had talked about it freely, and yet they had barely touched, barely held each other's hands. Now her lips moved closer to his, slightly parted, moistened, waiting. One side of her dress was already off her shoulder and the young man grabbed it with one hand and pulled her toward him. His mouth was as soft as a girl's, thought Peggy, so sweet, so terribly sweet...
And then their tongues began the furious dance, the game of hide and seek, first in her mouth, then in his. Peggy slipped one hand inside his shirt.
"I'll go down on your first, if you want me to," she murmured as the dress slipped completely off her back. Of course, she had not put on any bra, and now her nipples, turgid with desire were pointing at Stu.
"Let me, let me first--" he murmured, gluing his lips to her left breast and sucking on it until she moaned. He had only taken off his jacket and tie, so far, but while he kissed her breast, Peggy began to fumble with his fly.
"There, now," she murmured. "There, let's see what's in there." And reaching in, she found what she was looking for, and then she gasped. Why, this was by far the longest, stiffest prick she'd ever had her fingers on! Pulsating, warm with life, it kept sliding back and forth in her fist, the resilient, elastic skin smoothly gliding over the joint.
With a cock like that, thought Peggy, why, she could make herself come just by jerking him off! But there was something better for her now, much better. She would feel it slide into her in a minute, that whole, huge piece of turgid meat, she would feel it way up inside, poking and slamming!
"You've got a beautiful, I mean, gorgeous prick," she sighed with conviction. "Gee, I sure hope it'll fit!"
"Never had one that big?" he asked with pride. Stu obviously knew that he was particularly well-endowed. Peggy would not have been surprised to learn that he had heard it said by many, many pretty girls and women.
She opened his belt buckle and slid from the bed, pulling the trousers off the young man at the same time. Everything about him was smooth, young and strong, she thought, looking at what she had so far only felt with her fingers, marveling again over its size and volume. Why, it would be quite a job just to suck the glans!
Nothing beats trying, she told herself, pushing his knees apart as he sat on the edge of the bed and opening her mouth wide. Then she bent down over his prick, letting it glide in.
Her cheeks filled and puffed out, her eyes bulged and she gagged as she struggled to take more and more in. Stu chuckled a little and caressed her hair.
"Don't try, don't," he murmured. "It's just too big. D'ya know I've never had it on a girl's behind?"
Peggy had to laugh, even with her mouth full, there was such longing in his voice.
"Well," she said, giving up after a few seconds, looking up at him and cocking her head prettily. "You can always try with me."
"You mean it?" he beamed.
"Try, I said. I don't know how far you'll go with it. But first, darling, let's just make love nice and normal-like, all right? Oh, Stu, if you knew how much I need it now!"
"Lemme see how much," he murmured, reaching for her crotch. His eyes closed as he moved his fingers back and forth for a little while, his lips smiling, feeling for the wetness of her cunt. Yes, wet it was, very wet. And slippery, and smelly, and just about everything he wanted a cunt to be before plunging in.
Stu knew that he had to be very careful. Once or twice, forgetting himself in his passion, throwing himself upon an otherwise willing partner, he had found himself pushed away, claw marks on his arms and shoulders, and with a whimpering, weeping girl curled up on the bed, holding her groin and calling him names. Some girls he knew he could never fuck, it just wouldn't go in. Others had to be well-lubricated, well-prepared.
He probed with his finger, noting the narrowness of Peggy's passage, but he knew that this did not matter, would only increase both their pleasure. What was important was lubrication and depth of vagina. Stu had learned to content himself with no more than partial penetration in some cases, moving his glans carefully in and out of a woman and going to the end without ever pushing all the way in. He hoped that this Peggy, this lovely, big-breasted chick in front of him, would be built to accommodate him.
When he was unable to reach bottom with his fingers, when he pushed them all the way in and found there was still room to spare, his hopes went up.
"Looking for something?" whispered Peggy, standing over him with her legs spread out and enjoying the way he was manipulating her. "Lost something in there?"
He laughed and then reached up, holding her by the waist.
"Come, baby, come now. I'm going to go down on you," he said. He had removed his shirt by then and she admired his pectorals, the massive shoulders, the muscular arms. Yeah, he was some man!
Slowly she stretched out next to him, wondering how well he understood a woman's needs. There are so few men who know how to suck out a cunt, she thought. Maybe that was one of the main reasons why so many girls did it with other girls.
But before he even touched her slit, when his tongue was still running up and down the insides of her thighs, she could tell from the way he moved the tip, from the gentleness as well as the quickness of his licking, that he was sensitive, full of understanding for what women like. She had a feeling that it would be good.
On her back and slightly propped up by a pile of pillows, Peggy followed the man's every movement with wide open eyes. She watched his head bob up and down between her knees and her crotch, and when she spread herself out, nice and wide, he lunged and avoided her snatch, passing it and going to work on her belly.
"Cunt-teaser," she murmured and sighed, her fingers tightening around his right arm when his tongue darted into her navel.
But that was good, too, oh, yes, so very good! She was getting wet all over from his saliva, from his steady lapping, and soon he had her wriggling and arching her back, lifting her buttocks off the bed as she strained toward him.
Very slowly, nibbling and giving her little kisses, he now moved down toward the bull s-eye. Anticipation became pleasure as the young girl held her breath, closed her eyes and trembled, knowing that his mouth was poised right above her clitoris.
The contact came, as softly as everything this boy was doing, as gentle and yet as deep, insistent, expert as she could have wished for. There were the lips, pressing together over her clit, holding it for the moving tongue. He licked her, going from side to side, bringing ever greater turgidity to her clitty, and his finger entered her orifice at the same time.
"Oh, yes, oh, go now, do it," moaned Peggy, thrusting herself up at him and longing for that huge prick of his. "Oh, stick it in now, will you, oh, please, fuck me now!"
But Stu knew what was right. And sucking was what he had started, sucking would be what he'd do for a while. He liked them a little frantic, just before entering, that way they could take a little distending of the vagina, inevitable with a man hung as he was.
She thrashed under him, heaved and clawed at him, not to defend herself but to make him take her, to make him penetrate her, but he simply reached up and held her wrists tightly, immobilizing her and pulling her closer against his face at the same time.
"I'm going crazy, darling, oh, I'm going crazy," she moaned, her legs thrashing, her pelvis lifting and grinding, and then his tongue entered her twat. It went in deep, it moved, round and round, and she began to vibrate all over, knowing that she would come before he so much as shoved his glans into her.
But just as she reached climax, just as the first spasms and convulsions of her orgasm seized her, he was on top of her, his knees wedging her open, his huge cock moving in.
There was no pain whatsoever, nothing but the feeling of excitement and gentleness as he penetrated. Deeply and slowly he bored his tool into her, letting her orgasm take care of most of the pumping action, and indeed he was able to penetrate her completely, to shove every last inch of his fabulous rod into her womb.
"Oh, yes, ohhhh!" she whimpered, clinging to him and straining to reach his mouth with her lips. They kissed and he began to copulate and never gave her time to stop moving.
From her first orgasm, Peggy slipped easily into the first contractions of the second climax, and then the third, her strong young body perfectly able to deal with this upheaval of her senses.
Encouraged by the way she took it, Stu began screwing her with a bit more energy, sliding his prick in and out, pulling back until no more than the glans remained embedded in her flesh, pausing for a second and then ramming it in again, slamming until pelvis ground against pelvis, until the girl's eyes turned up in their sockets as she babbled into his mouth and stretched her tongue into it.
"Yes, darling, yes, oh, it's so nice," he murmured, fucking her vigorously.
"I wanna feel your sperm in me. I want you to come with me," she stammered, opening her eyes wide, sensing that he was ready, lifting herself up to receive the splashing of come.
"Yes, baby, yes, there it is, there--" he grunted and then he injected such a mass of sperm into her cunt that it immediately began overflowing.
She no longer sighed and moaned, she screamed her pleasure to the heavens, she roared with it, coming once more with every ounce of energy available to her.
"Ohhhhh, I'm gonna faint--" she moaned, but didn't. She just slumped in his arms, becoming soft and pliable after the tensions of every muscle, her head rolling to one side, against her round, pretty shoulder.
Tenderly, Stu kissed her, tickling the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.
"You're a good fuck, Stu, did you know that?" she whispered after a while, when he had made her smile with his tickling tongue.
"Thank you, Peggy, and you're tops, too," he said softly. Then he did something few of them ever did. He began caressing her hair. No, indeed, they never bothered to be so tender after they've had their fun, thought Peggy, and she looked up at him, starry-eyed, completely happy.
"I'm going to let you cornhole me in a little while," she murmured. "You're gonna stick it all the way up my asshole, love. Oh, yes, I don't mind. You'll see, we'll do it all right!"
Then he giggled, remembering that this kid of operation had indeed been planned for this day. Well, so she had to wait until nightfall for it, and it would be a different partner, but what did it matter really?
"Rest a while," he grinned. "Just a little while--" There was time left. It was only nine o'clock, and he had until midnight. Gratefully, she curled up in his arms, sniffing at the wonderful spermy smell all over the room, all over his body. It seemed to come out of his pores.
Ah, to be at peace, like this, just being held by a strong, wonderful man, satisfied and quietly waiting for him and herself to feel the urgency of sexual desire again. What could be more wonderful, Peggy mused. And then she heard someone coming into the apartment.
There was a sheer curtain in front of the alcove, hiding the bed from view, but since the room was lit they were able to see through it and stared, clinging to each other, as the young girl with the complicated hairdo let herself in.
"Erika," whispered Stu and held his breath.
"Pretty-" murmured Peggy. Indeed, he girl was pretty. One might almost say beautiful, were it not for the bad taste of her get-up. The jet black hair was laid on top of her head in a complicated mass of curls and strands, there were gaudy, huge earrings dangling from her lobes, and the dress was a poor imitation of a toddler's playsuit.
Not that she was very old. In fact, she looked younger than Peggy. Maybe seventeen, at the most. But still, a playsuit! And with a teddy bear cut-out stitched all over the front of it!
To complete the picture, Erika was chewing gum, open-mouthed, noisily, moving into the room with mincing little steps. The heels on her patent leather shoes lifted her up some three inches at least.
"Are you worried?" whispered Peggy into her lover's ear, grinning. They watched through the curtain as the girl put her handbag on the table and then went to the kitchen.
"I sure ain't," Stu whispered back. "She's okay, you know. Besides, it's Hank--that's the sergeant--who pays the rent here. So what he says goes, you see."
"You wanna put on your pants before she comes in here?" asked Peggy. It was all up to him. If he wasn't worried, neither was she. If he didn't mind showing Erika his pecker, she didn't mind, either.
Who knows, mused Peggy, perhaps this is fate. Perhaps I'm going to get right here what I had planned on getting at Gertie's!
