After Pussy's brother showed her how, Pussy knew sex was the game she most enjoyed playing, especially when she became the gang-bang center piece!
CHAPTER ONE
Priscilla Lemoreau loved taking showers. She showered twice daily; morning and night. The water's needle sharp spray stimulated her entire body, at times almost erotically. Just about finished with her evening shower, she slowly turned under the cascade of water, allowing it to rinse away the perfumed soap from every little secret niche. She hummed a catchy tune, spending a little extra time under the water's sting; her smooth, blemish-free skin glowing in a reddened blush. Sighing, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower stall.
Standing on a large, furry bathmat, Priscilla tugged her shower cap off, releasing a thick mop of taffy-blond hair cui short, just below her ears. She tossed the cap over toward the clothes hamper and tousled her hair carelessly. A full-length mirror hung on the bathroom door, reflecting the form of a well-built, young woman. Fires of excitement smoldered in her eyes as she searched her reflection for any sign of blemish; knowing beforehand that there was none.
The excitement in her vivid green eyes mounted as she dabbed at the rivulets coursing down her body. She giggled as she placed the towel behind her. Grasping it with both hands, she bent forward from the waist, causing her large breasts to dangle pendulously. Twitching her hips sideways against the rough caress of the terry cloth on her behind, she followed the swaying motion of her breasts. A large bead of water crossed the inner swell of the left mound, resting at last on her stiff, agitated nipple.
As the tumid nipple distended, the droplet could no longer defy gravity and dropped to the bathmat. Priscilla dropped the towel behind her and reaching around, cupped her breasts gently, then slid her palms down their undersides until her fingers grazed her nipples. Lightly pinching the swelling nipples, she continued her downward motion, distending those turgid tips out as far as they could go from her breasts.
Giving way to her erotic needs momentarily, Priscilla milked her nipples with a stroking action, increasing the pressure of her thumb and forefinger with each downward tug, until she could take no more. With a gesture bred of much practice, she straightened up and tilted each breast up to her pouting lips. She caressed the tumid tips, grazing her tongue and. teeth across their throbbing surfaces. With a gentle, sucking action, she worked the nipples, nursing herself lightly, a strange glow of satisfaction creeping over her face.
She wanted to continue this auto-erotic play, but with a reproving glance at her reflection, she swooped down and picked up the bath towel, then opened the door and padded into the adjoining room, a bedroom shared with her roommate and closest friend, Cathy.
Cathy was sitting at the dressing table performing her nightly chore of brushing her long, straight, ebony hair. She meticulously passed the brush down the silken tresses, smiling at Priscilla's reflection, ambling nude into the room, dragging her towel carelessly behind her. Cathy recognized the flush of arousal on Priscilla's face and body, causing a blush to redden her own face slightly.
"Boy, Pussy. That must've been some shower you took."
"You know it, Cat ... just look at these nipples! Looks like I've been breast-feeding starving twins in there!"
Cathy had noticed Priscilla's breasts right off. In fact, she was fascinated by those creamy mounds and had been ever since the first time she'd seen them when the girls had become roommates six months ago. Those titties were so different from her own small, compact breasts. At first she'd been jealous, not only of Pussy's tits, but of her entire body. A body so lush, soft, and rounded that was so different from her own miniature figure. Cathy was small; everything about her was small. She looked like a perfect, living China doll, not quite five feet tall and weighing only ninety pounds. Although perfectly shaped her petite body was without the slightest trace of softness. Her skin stretched as tight as a drum head; her curves were as sharply defined as a 'knife's edge. She could pass for a boy when wearing blue jeans and a loose blouse, if it weren't for her hair.
Priscilla was infatuated with Cathy's hair. She'd never seen hair that long on any other woman. It reached all the way down past the cheeks of Cathy's buttocks when worn in back. She could take half of her hair in back, half in front and tie the two ends together between her legs. She could do this and walk around as if wearing a bathing suit made of hair.
"Cat, honey. Would you dry my back for me?"
"Sure thing. Be with you in a sec ... ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred. There, finished."
Cathy rose from her seat at the dressing table. Putting her hairbrush in its proper place she turned toward Priscilla, standing in the center of the room. As she approached, Priscilla could see Cathy's figure silhouetted in her thin, nebulous, shortie nightgown. As expected, Cathy wore no panties. Cathy never wore panties, day or night. It was something she'd stopped doing long ago, for reasons she hadn't bothered to tell Priscilla. Cathy had a marvelous body; a body that turned Priscilla on-as much as another female could turn heron.
Cathy stood behind her roommate patting the damp spots on her backside with the towel. As short as she was, Cathy had no trouble because Priscilla was only five inches taller than she. Moving slowly around the bigger girl, she completely dried her, lingering at the secret areas a little longer than seemed necessary. Priscilla felt warmth spreading through her, enjoying the sensation from the toweling. Trying to drive erotic thoughts from her mind, she spoke.
"School sure would be a drag without you, Cat."
"Know what you mean, Pussy. Get over on the bed and I'll rub you down with talcum.
Cathy slapped Priscilla on the buttocks.
"Ouch! Damn, take it easy ... okay, that sounds good."
Priscilla padded over to the bed and dropped on it, face down, stretching languorously.
"God, am I wound up tonight. Guess it's 'cause I got Matt's letter in the mail today. You'll really like Matt, Cathy. He'll be here in two or three days. At least that's what he says in his letter."
Cathy was returning from the bathroom, a large plastic box of talcum powder in her hand.
"I don't know, Pussy. I hate to see anyone or anything change our setup here."
"Oh, nothing'll change, silly. Sure-I'll be moving into an apartment or a house in town, but you can visit me as much as you want to. I'm sure Matt won't mind."
"Well, I still hate to see you move out," Cathy murmured as she sprinkled powder over Priscilla's shoulders and back. She began rubbing it into the golden skin in swirling, firm motions, kneading the soft flesh ... "There's no telling who the Sisters will move in here with me."
"That's true. St. Mary's isn't known for its swinging set, to say the least," Priscilla said as the flexing fingers worked their magic on her shoulders, then shifted to her sides, tantalizing the swells of her breasts. "Lord, that feels good ... you know, you'd expect an all-girl college to have more swingers than what's here, wouldn't you?"
"Well, with nuns keeping everything under control there's not too many opportunities to swing, not unless two swingers end up as roommates like we did."
Cathy stared at Priscilla's buttocks, concentrating on the crevice between the two full cheeks. Rubbing talcum into the resilient, moldable flesh, she had an insane urge to bury her face in the nether region, exposed now as Priscilla eased her legs open with the rhythm of the caressing palms.
"God, Pussy! You have the softest ...
"Softest what, love?"
"Softest, sweetest, most kiss-inviting ass-that's what," Cathy moaned.
Abandoning all reason, she gave in to her insane urge. Her head dipped down into the twin hillocks, her face spreading the cheeks and pushing into Priscilla's tear. She tongued the hole, surrounded by fine, silken hair, making a slurping sound in her excitement.
"For God's sake, Cat! Quit! You're driving me out of my skull," Priscilla gasped as the probing tongue penetrated her asshole. "Come on, Cat-finish the massage first, please!"
Cathy reluctantly withdrew from Priscilla's rear, her tongue licking up the crack to the base of Priscilla's spine.
"Oh, all right, dammit, I'll finish. But when I do, I want to ball, okay?"
"Cat, Cat, Cat. You know I'm ready to ball-day or night-so why ask? Hurry up and finish-you've gotten me as hot as hell, fooling around back there."
Cathy completed her manipulations on Priscilla's backside with the massage of her shapely calves and thighs.
"Turn over, Pussy. I'll get the front."
Priscilla rolled over and smiled at Cathy, naked lust glazing her eyes. Cathy scooted up onto the bed and knelt between Priscilla's gaping, open thighs. She leaned forward and began massaging her arms and shoulders. As she did, her long, silken hair cascaded down, completely covering Priscilla's heaving, throbbing tits. Priscilla squirmed, her hands grasping the sheet, her toes twitching in sexual irritation. She drew her legs up until her knees came in contact with Cathy's hips. She couldn't wait any longer.
"Cat, Cat, Ca-at!" she moaned, "do it now ... now ... don't wait."
"Do what now?" Cathy teased, tossing aside the powder and leaning forward toward the mouth.
"Kiss me ... lick me ... tongue me ... make love to me." Priscilla rambled, her head rolling from side to side. "Show me what it's like to be a woman, all woman."
Falling onto the thrashing girl below her, Cathy cupped Priscilla's face in both hands and kissed her full on the lips. Mouths gaped open and tongues met, each seeking the sweet nectar of the other. Cathy felt hands slip under the hem of her shortie nightgown, fingers heated with passion tracing a course up and over her hips, across her belly, her boobs, squeezing lightly at first, then getting rougher. Pulling her mouth away for a second, Cathy muttered in Priscilla's ear.
"Know what I'm going to do?"
Priscilla couldn't answer. Cathy stabbed her tongue into her ear and licked it for a moment.
"I'm going to suck those big, fabulous titties until the milk runs ... I love those luscious boobs ... can't get enough of them."
She eased down over Priscilla's breast and like a leech, attacked the first quivering tit she encountered, fastening her mouth on it, gripping it with her teeth and tonguing it. Cathy raised her head, the nipple still clenched between her teeth, sucking on the swollen tip. The abused nipple stretched to a grotesque length. When Priscilla screamed, Cathy let go and immediately latched onto the other nipple, repeating the process. She continued this until Priscilla was bordering on total hysteria, screaming in pain one second, moaning with pleasure the next.
Priscilla was drumming the bed with her heels and trying to inflict similar punishment on Cathy's nipples still clenched in her fingers, but Cathy's nipples were stiff and withstood the torment easily. Priscilla released the unpunishable nipples. She put one hand over her own snatch and deftly parted her labia. She started strumming her agitated clitoris, massaging it roughly. With the other hand, she repeated the process. This time her goal was Cathy's pussy. As her knowing fingers probed and located the elusive bud, she tweaked her friend's clit with vigor. Cathy screamed and jerked up as if shot, drawing blood from the mutilated nipple still clenched between her teeth. Priscilla cried out in agony, but wouldn't release the moist cunt she was torturing.
Adjusting herself to accommodate the insistent hand plucking at her pussy, Cathy plunged a hand down to Priscilla's bouncing box to reciprocate, only to find a hand already there. Not to be denied, she reached under Pussy's stroking fingers, found her asshole, and stabbed her finger into it. Priscilla screamed again in agonized pleasure, the excitement agitating her fingers. She fingered Cathy feverishly.
Tremors of a building climax began rippling through the two girls thrashing wildly on the bed. Priscilla went off first. With a scream, her legs wrapped around Cathy, pressing her own hand forcibly deeper into her cunt, she felt the pleasure grip her. Waves of sensation swept through her entire being. The muscles of her cunt contracted, grasping the intruding fingers.
Having peaked, Priscilla rolled over with Cathy, mounting her in the same manner in which she had been mounted. Cathy was rapidly approaching her own peak as she thrashed and moaned incoherently, still abusing Priscilla's asshole. Her mouth was ringed and she made loud sucking noises as she tried to reclaim Priscilla's evasive, bobbing, turgid nipples. Priscilla withdrew her hand from her own moist vagina and, increasing the friction of her other hand probing Cathy, placed the musky fingers into Cathy's sucking mouth.
"Suck them," she demanded.
Avidly sucking the pussy juice from the offered fingers, Cathy peaked.
"Oooohhhh ffffuuuucccckkkk!!! ' Cathy whined, her climax washing through her.
Her body tightening, she lifted off the bed on her shoulders and heels, hanging suspended in violent, spasmodic completion for a few moments. Then she slowly collapsed on the bed, totally depleted.
Priscilla rolled over beside her, pulling Cathy to her breast. They relaxed while Cathy laved Priscilla's damaged nipples with her tongue and Priscilla softly massaged Cathy's burning crotch with velvety strokes of her palm.
"Oh, Pussy! That time it was so good."
"Yes, it was ... almost as good as with a man."
"I'll have to take your word for that, Pussy."
"Cat, someday you'll see, just wait. I just don't see how you could've remained a virgin this long. You sure act more experienced than any other virgin I know, especially when it comes to turning me on ... Now be a sweetheart, honey-fetch me a slip, a mint-green one, I think-would, you? I feel like sleeping now."
Cathy padded over to the chest, selecting a diaphanous bit of expensive silk trimmed in a froth of lace, then returned to the bed. Priscilla casually squirmed into the slip, then kissed Cathy lightly on the lips and snuggled down under the covers. Cathy joined her, back to back, after turning the lights out. She pressed her firm buttocks against the silk-enshrouded cheeks of Priscilla's ass. The expensive material never failed to stimulate Cathy; she loved the feel of it against her own naked, cooling flesh.
Wiggling her own firm ass against Priscilla's pillowy buttocks, Cathy knew that her cravings for sexual release were still running rampant. The slick friction of her naked flesh against silk reignited the fire in her vagina, the heat radiating through her body. Her hand slid slowly down her taut body, the fingers creeping insidiously between her thighs.
Agitated fingers probed her crotch, tickling her burning cunt, searching for the labial opening in her vulva. She caught her breath sharply as her finger scraped against her pulsating, distended clitoris.
Catching the bud, she rubbed it spasmodically, thrilling herself with masturbation, but needing more-more contact, more sensation. She continued strumming her clit, bending her knee as she moved her tiny foot up behind her, against Priscilla's legs. With an insistent pressure, Cathy forced her foot between Priscilla's closed knees, her heel brushing against the slip's lacy hem. Priscilla slowly awakened.
"What the hell are you doing, Cat?"
Cathy didn't answer. She was caught up in the excitement of fingerfucking herself and was biting her lips to keep from moaning out in ecstasy. Priscilla reached down and caressed the toes wiggling against her inner thigh. She tickled the bottom of Cathy's foot, tracing little patterns on its smooth surface. Opening her thighs, Priscilla pulled Cathy's foot up higher, jamming it against her vulva. She moved the foot back and forth across the nylon crotch, letting the heel scrub against it, then the toes. In a very short time this action had Priscilla wide awake and ready for sex.
"Damn you, Cat. I'll never get any sleep at this rate."
Cathy was squirming wildly, engrossed with the twitching in her vagina and the tactile sensation of her foot caressing Priscilla's crotch. She tried to press harder against the vulval mound in Priscilla's panties. Her leg was cramped in its strained position, she couldn't force it back any further. Priscilla was hunching against the foot, warming up to the sex play and wanting to increase the sensations heating her cunt.
The protecting panties prevented further contact, thwarting Cathy's foot from engaging the labia within. Priscilla wanted something in her, she didn't care what it was. What she really wanted was some cock. She hadn't been fucked by a man, boy or dog since she arrived at St. Mary's. She'd gone to any extreme just to have a man near her cunt, including a visit to every woman's doctor in Belford for pelvic examinations. The times she was on the examining table with her thighs spread wide, she almost begged the doctors to take her; right on the table. Only her fear of scandal and being expelled had controlled her lust. Even so, she damn near climaxed that last time when young Doctor Phillips had dialated her vagina and examined her. Surely he'd recognized her cravings. God knows she'd been juicy and musky enough when he got close to her pussy. He'd taken more than enough time for the examination, but he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. She remembered that he'd been extra long in checking her breasts, too.
"Lord, I need a man in me."
This outburst startled Cathy.
"What's that, Pussy?"
"Oh, never mind ... look sweets, this playing around has turned me on again. Why don't you get the vibrators so we can do it up right."
Cathy reluctantly removed her hand from her tingling cunt and her foot from Priscilla's crotch. She had to remain on the bed for a few moments to allow the circulation to return to her cramped leg. While waiting, she turned over facing Priscilla's back and stroked the silky material where it caressed her roommate's torso.
"Oh, Pussy, Pussy. You're so good to me ... let me take your panties off first."
"Anything you want, love ... go right ahead ... I wish you could do me like a man, though. I need a big fat cock in me ... bad." Priscilla moaned as she rolled over on her belly, presenting Cathy with her delicious buttocks.
Cathy stroked the backsides of Priscilla's thighs, allowing her hands to slip up under the lacy hem and travel sensuously up inside the petticoat. She rolled the slip up, exposing the broad expanse of Priscilla's buttocks. Bending over, Cathy grazed her cheeks across Priscilla's ass, letting the tip of her nose push against and rub in the crevice between them. She pushed her face downward and pressed the silky cheeks inward with both hands, wallowing in the panty-covered flesh. Cathy slid her head up out of the crevice, up to the waistband of the panties, then applied a soft, wet kiss to Priscilla's back.
"Hurry, Cat! Please! Take my panties off and get the vibrators. I'm all mushy inside."
Cathy wasn't in any hurry now. She knew that Priscilla was enjoying her ministrations and that the more she did, the more Priscilla would reciprocate. She grazed her tongue over the fine fuzz coating the base of Priscilla's spine, laving the hot flesh tenderly. Grasping the waistband in her teeth, Cathy began working the panties down over Priscilla's hips, first one side, then the other. The nylon eased down slowly, Priscilla helping by lifting her pelvis off the mattress with each oral tug. Cathy's billowing hair swished over the flesh of her back and legs, igniting hundreds of sparks of sensation everywhere it touched.
At last, the panties were off. Cathy had pulled the nylon down with her mouth, caressing the backs of Priscilla's legs all the way to her ankles. She'd lingered in the area behind Priscilla's knees, lightly nipping the sensitive flesh there until Priscilla had begged her to get on with it. Reaching the ankles with the nylon still clenched between her teeth, Cathy pulled the panties off and let them drop to the bed. Taking each of Priscilla's feet in turn, she licked the soles and then sucked each toe.
"Ooohhhh, Ca-at! Get the vibrators, please! I'm so hot. Hurry, dear."
Cathy released her hold on Priscilla's feet and scrambled off the bed. She returned, holding two oblong, electric vibrators and handed them to Priscilla.
"Do me first, please, Pussy."
"Okay, you little tart ... get on the bed."
Cathy fell backward on the bed, her legs automatically spreading wide. She folded her arms under her head and gave Priscilla a lewd smile.
"Do me, Pussy ... do me good."
Priscilla turned on the two vibrators, a light hum from their battery-operated motors invading the room. Kneeling between Cathy's legs, she leaned forward and applied the head of the vibrators against the taut flesh of Cathy's belly. As the vibrations shot through her, Cathy bucked up off the bed.
"Oooohhhh, Go-od!"
Priscilla pushed her back down, pushing the vibrators roughly into the unyielding flesh. She started a slow, tantalizing circular motion, outlining the shape of Cathy's belly from pelvis to rib cage. The circles got smaller and smaller. Cathy thrashing wildly as the vibrations concentrated closer and closer to her cunt. She had her first peak when Priscilla let one of the machines drill harshly into her navel.
"Oh-oh-oh-oooohhHH, GO-OD!!"
Priscilla was relentless. Pressing even harder into Cathy's bellybutton, she moved the other vibrator through Cathy's pubic hair and into the slit of her awaiting cunt. The labia responded to the vibrations immediately, the petals of Cathy's pussy mushrooming open. Priscilla let the machine tickle Cathy's flesh for a few moments, then moved it slightly into Cathy's vagina. Cathy peaked again, her arms flying out from under her head, her hands gripping the sheets as the spasms shook her body.
"Enough ... oh God ... enough! Please, Pussy! I can't stand it any longer!"
Ignoring her shouted pleas, Priscilla pushed the vibrator up, letting the humming head contact the pink clit. Ecstasy washed through Cathy as she climaxed again, her body stretched in an arch of pleasure.
Wildly thrashing and bucking, Cathy reached down and grabbed the vibrator from Priscilla. She pushed it deeper into her own vagina. The humming device slid in another inch, parting the constricting vaginal walls. Cathy thrashed crazily and flopped on the bed in an orgasmic frenzy. Bolts of unbearable sensation tore through her cunt, spasms wracked her entire body. Not able to withstand the ecstasy any longer, Cathy passed out. Priscilla retrieved the vibrator protruding from Cathy's quivering cunt, then slowly revived her by massaging her trembling body.
"Cat, Cat! Are you all right? Oh, Please, Cat! Say something!"
Cathy's eyes rolled back in place as she slowly regained consciousness, moaning.
"Oooooeeeee! That was a little bit of all right! Wowee!"
"Okay, hot pants ... if you're through, how about doing me, huh?"
"Give me a sec, Pussy ... I'm still quivering all over."
"Here, let me help you climb down ... that was kind of wild, jamming that humming artificial cock in like that. You might have lost your virgin status, doing that."
"No, I don't think so ... but that damn gadget was pushed right up against the gate, though."
"You'd be better off without it, Cat. There's nothing that can match the feeling of cock inside you. When a man cums and his penis expands and sperm cums out ... that's when you really know what it's like to be a woman."
"I don't see how it could be any better than the vibrator was."
"Take my word for it, Cat ... it's not the same. But the old electric cock will do when you're hurting ... and I'm hurting right now. If you're ready, Cat?"
"Okay, sugar, Hand me the little devils."
Priscilla passed the vibrators to Cathy, then positioned herself. She took two pillows and pushed them under her buttocks. Spreading her legs and drawing up her knees, she presented Cathy with an unobstructed view of her cunt. Cathy knelt between Priscilla's knees and admired her girlfriend's vulva. Nestling in kinky pubic curls, the slightly mushroomed labia beckoned to Cathy. Cathy leaned down and brushed a kiss on the cunt lips as she clicked the switches of the machines.
Pulling her head back, Cathy applied the vibrators lightly to either side of Priscilla's vulva, at the point where it joined the top of her thighs. Pleasure drilled into Priscilla, making her catch her breath, then thrilling her with vibrations. Cathy concentrated on teasing the love mound, letting the machines circle its base and slip up to the vaginal opening, then retreating to the base again. Priscilla lost her cool in short order, drumming her heels against the mattress and feverishly molding her heaving breasts with her hands.
Cathy prolonged the vulval titillation until Priscilla's vagina mushroomed fully. Like a morning glory, the labia swelled and peeled back, exposing fully the pink opening of her cunt. Seeing Priscilla's cunt opened wide, Cathy let one of the vibrators hum across the clitoris and slip into the canal.
"Yeeeooowww!!!" Priscilla screamed, the first climax seizing her trembling body.
Cathy moved the other electric penis to Priscilla's crotch, drawing little figure eights on the bridge between vagina and rectum. As Priscilla tossed about in climaxing spasms, Cathy pushed one vibrator deep into her vagina, leaving just a finger hold sticking out, and released it. Priscilla's body doubled up, her knees mashing her pillowy breasts. The machine in her was driving her mad with internal vibrations. She tossed wildly and a high-pitched whine came from her gaping mouth, urging her friend to increase the sensations. Cathy slid the other vibrator into the gaping crevice of Priscilla's rectum, circling the light brown asshole.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!!!" Priscilla screamed, torrents of pleasure contorting her body as she squirmed up and down on the bed. In her abandon the penetrating electric dildo slipped out of sight into her vagina. Priscilla peaked repeatedly, finally passing out before Cathy could fish the vibrator out of her gasping cunt. Priscilla slowly returned to normalcy.
"Oh, God! That was too much ... I almost died with that damn thing inside me."
"That pussy of yours just swallowed it up ... I've never seen anything like that," Cathy murmured, awed by what she had just witnessed. "I didn't think that much could fit in there."
"Oh hell, Cat ... a pussy can take a lot more than you think. You know the old saying about a girl's pussy: 'It'll stretch a mile before it'll tear an inch.' Well, it's true."
Priscilla tugged down on the skirt of her crumpled slip. During the episode the dainty garment had bunched up under her breasts.
"Now, honey ... please! Let's get some sleep ... I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow; and so have you. Oh, that's right-you don't have any classes until noon, do you?"
"No, I don't ... but I hadn't thought of it."
Priscilla didn't bother to retrieve her panties. She was too tired. Cathy was exhausted, also. She'd had her fill of sex, at least for the evening. Both girls sprawled out carelessly on the bed and soon drifted off in untroubled, satiated sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Not having any classes scheduled until the afternoon, Cathy slept late the next morning. When she finally awakened, stretching languidly on the rumpled sheets, she found that Priscilla was gone, probably to one of her morning classes. Allowing her mind to wander, Cathy remembered the previous evening's wild affair with her roommate. She let her hands slide down her body, checking the condition of her breasts and nipples, then continued on, coming to rest between her thighs. Her nipples ached slightly, residue of Priscilla's feverish pinching, but her vagina had recovered completely from the assault of the electric dildo. Letting a finger probe in, Cathy could tell that her hymen was still intact.
"Well, how about that? I'm still a virgin," she mused. "Wonder if I've turned lesbian? God knows, I enjoy making it with Pussy ... in fact, I'm in love with her ... but I know I could love a man ... if the right one came along. Guess I'm what they call the AC/DC type ... Hell! I'm not going to worry about it. Sex is beautiful-no matter how."
Purring like a kitten, Cathy twined her fingers in her dark pubic curls and softly stroked her vulva. Her thoughts drifted back to her first confrontation with sex; the time a boy had almost her virginity ...
Graduating from the eighth grade had been the first important event in Cathy Bishop's life. Not only was she about to enter high school, she had turned thirteen that year, also. But most important to Cathy, she was going to a graduation dance with a boy from the senior class of the Catholic boys' elementary school. This was going to be her first date, an event she'd been anticipating since the sixth grade.
The boys and girls were paired by the school officials according to their academic standing. Cathy was matched with Phillip Townsend. Phillip, like Cathy, was tenth in his class at St. Joseph's. After the graduation ceremonies, all the youngsters returned to their homes to prepare for the eagerly anticipated formal dance.
Cathy's parents were very well-to-do. In fact, the Bishops were one of the wealthiest families in Ossowing, Wisconsin. As an only child, she had wanted for nothing; her father lavished her with gifts and clothing. In preparation for his daughter's first social event, he'd given her a blank check to purchase an entire new outfit. Cathy had chosen an expensive formal. Cut to midi length, the dark blue taffeta dress cradled her petite adolescent body, accenting her tiny breasts, flaring out over her hips. With it, she'd bought a coordinated set of lingerie, padded bra, slip, and panties, all in pastel blue nylon. She'd rounded off her shopping with the purchase of a garter belt, a pair of nylons, and a set of black dancing pumps.
She'd finished dressing just minutes before Phillip arrived to escort her to the dance, dressed in a navy blue suit. After a few casual comments with her parents, the two teenagers had departed, walking to the school auditorium only four blocks away. Cathy had been ecstatic. Phillip was a ruggedly handsome youth, and she'd fallen in love with him at first sight. They'd strolled down the sidewalk, hand-in-hand, shyly getting acquainted with each other.
The dance had ended at ten o'clock, a huge success. Cathy and Phillip hadn't exchanged partners all evening, enjoying each other's company too much. They'd danced every number, stiffly at first, but gradually loosening up. During the last dance Phil-lip had brushed his lips against her cheek in a tender kiss. Warmth spreading through her nubile body, Cathy moved in closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder. She just knew that she was madly in love with this boy.
They'd walked toward Cathy's house slowly, delaying the moment when they would have to say goodnight. Neither of them had wanted to end the enchantment of the evening, and when Phillip had suggested that they talk for awhile, Cathy had quickly agreed and suggested the pine grove.
Part of her father's estate, the pine grove was one of Cathy's favorite places. She went there often, just to be alone. She had a favorite spot in its depths and now he wanted to share this secret place with Phil-lip. Taking his hand, she led him to her secret place where he spread his coat and they sat down on the soft carpet of dry pine needles. Cathy slipped off her shoes and wiggled her toes in relief.
"Gee, this is nice-like a little room. You come here often, Cathy?"
"Yes, whenever I want to be alone and think things out."
"Ever bring anybody else here with you?"
"No. You're the only one."
"That makes me feel like somebody special."
"You are."
Sitting on his coat, Cathy wished he would kiss her. All she knew about boys and kissing was what she'd seen in the movies and read in books. She didn't know anything about sex except for what her schoolmates whispered and giggled about in the washroom. This was her first opportunity to find out what it was all about, and she wished he would do something. Before long her wish was granted.
Nervous and shy, Phillip put his arms around her and snuggled close. Cathy leaned against him and tilted her face up to his.
"I'd like to kiss you, Cathy."
She didn't answer. Her heart was pounding in expectation. She reached up nervously and lightly touched Phillip's cheek. Taking this as a go-ahead signal, he bent over and placed his lips against hers. Pulling her even closer, he could feel the front of her bodice pressed into his chest. His hands traced the outline of her bra where it circled her back.
They continued kissing, innocently at first, but gradually warming to their caresses. It wasn't long before they were experimenting with tongue-kissing, finding it much more exciting. Cathy pulled away for a moment to catch her breath, a flush glowing on her face.
"Oh, Phillip. I never knew how nice kissing could be ... kiss me again, sweetheart."
Taking her breathless statement as an approval for further liberties, Phillip crushed his mouth against hers and eased her back onto the pine needles. Stabbing into her open mouth, he let her suck the saliva from his tongue. Inexperienced and shy, Phillip brushed his hand against the side of her adolescent breast, his hand sliding softly over the taffeta material. Her flesh was unyielding, not the same as Nancy's when he'd felt her up on the beach last summer. Cathy didn't protest when his hand touched her breast so he gathered his courage and covered the tiny breast entirely, flexing his fingers.
She tightened her grip around his neck and pushed his tongue out of her mouth, following it with her own, inserting it between his teeth. As he drew the juices from her tongue, she pressed her body closer to him, one knee drawing up. There was a soft rustle as the taffeta skirt slithered off her raised knee, the material sliding down her thigh. Most of her leg was exposed, the nylon stocking glistening in the bright moonlight. Cathy was caught up in the strange sensations running through her young body. She didn't understand them, didn't know what was happening. The soul-kissing and the hand kneading her breast had caused a warm itching between her legs. She craved more contact with this boy, but didn't know why.
Phillip released her and sat up for a moment. He, too, was excited. Of course he'd kissed girls before, played with their titties, too. Except for Nancy, though, he'd never been able to get any further than light petting. He wondered how far Cathy would let him go. Staring down at her, he noticed she was smiling at him, seemingly willing to let him decide what they would do next.
"You sure can get with it, Cathy."
"What do you mean, Phil?"
"You know what I mean ... making out with you has got me turned on-like a light bulb."
Phillip reached down and gently kneaded her breast again.
"Do you mind me touching you there?"
"No. If you like to ... it's okay."
"Some girls get real mad about it."
"I'm not some girls, Phil."
"No, you sure aren't. You're a little bit of all right!"
"Oh, Phil! I'm so glad you think so. I like you an awful lot, too!"
Phil dropped back down and the kissing resumed. He let his hand stray from her breast, heading for the exposed leg he'd noticed while sitting up. He was hoping she would go all the way with him. The other guys were always bragging about their exploits with girls. So far, Phil had invented torrid scenes to brag about, his experience with Nancy being the closest he'd ever been to the real thing. If he could get into this girl's pants, then he could really whip it on the guys.
Finding her upraised knee, Phil gently placed his hand on it. Cathy offered no resistance so he ventured a little further, letting his fingertips trace little patterns on the nylon surface, then, trail to the inside of her thigh.
"Phil! What are ... "
He captured her lips and shut off any protest. His fingertips grew bolder, venturing higher and higher, until they grazed over her stockings and touched her naked flesh. Cathy pulled away from his mouth, her thighs crushing together on his invading hand.
"Don't! Oh, Phil! Don't!"
"Sssshhhh, sweets. I'm not going to hurt you ... I just want to touch you and make you feel good."
Again, he stopped any further protest by pressing his mouth to hers. Bolder in his actions because she didn't fight him, he massaged her warm thigh. Slowly she let her legs drift open, closing her mind to the right and wrong of it, basking in the pleasant sensations caused by this boy's hand caressing her where nobody had ever touched her before. Shocked, she bit his lip when his hand slipped over between her thighs and cupped her panty-covered vagina.
The pain of her bite went unnoticed as Phil reached his objective. He was holding the prize now, nothing could stop him. His groin was throbbing- the ache was almost unbearable as he pressed his hand down into her soft vulva, greedily molding her crotch in his excitement. He moved his lips to her ear.
"God, Cathy! You're so soft there!"
Cathy was scared-she knew that she shouldn't let him continue. He'd gone too far and she didn't know how to stop him. She didn't know if she wanted him to stop. It thrilled her for him to caress her budding womanhood; it felt good, it felt so good. She didn't care whether it was right or wrong, it just felt good. It was then when his greedy fingers pulled the legband away from her crotch and wiggled in over her sparsely-haired vagina that she cried out in anguished protest: "NO!"
She pushed him away and sat up, trying to calm herself and disregard the need her body had felt for his tantalizing hand. She actually wanted him to caress her. but she was afraid to let him go any further in his explorations. Phil tried to push her back down, but she wouldn't move.
"No, no, no! It isn't right! I've got to go home!"
Phillip realized that he'd pressed too hard, had rushed Cathy too fast. If he didn't act fast, he'd lose his chance of doing anything with her. As she scrambled to her feet he grabbed her wrist.
"Please, Cathy. Don't go now ... I'm sorry. I guess I got carried away ... Stay with me a little while longer. I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to."
Cathy didn't want to leave-she was torn between her fear of losing control of the situation and her longing for Phil's attention. Even knowing that she was asking for trouble, she decided to stay, at least for a few minutes more.
"I'll stay a little while, Phil. But it's getting late and I'll have to go soon."
"I don't know what I'm going to do when you do go. I'm hurting so bad that I don't believe I'll be able to walk."
"Why?"
"Because you've turned me on, and I do mean ON."
Cathy didn't understand what he meant by that. Whatever it was, she wanted to keep on doing it, wanted to have Phil like her as much as she liked him. She dropped down on her knees beside him. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him full on the mouth. Phil returned her ardor, replacing his hand over her breast, the other at the small of her back. As her mouth opened and her tongue darted into his mouth, he let his hand drop to her buttocks and cupped one of the firm cheeks. Rolling his palm in small circles, he grew even more excited at the rustling slickness of taffeta sliding over underlying nylon. Cathy withdrew from the kiss.
"Do you like touching my breast, Phil?"
"You betcha!"
"Would you really like to touch me, I mean REALLY touch me?"
Cathy didn't know why she asked that question. All she knew was that she had a strange desire for him to caress her tits, and the clothing over them had suddenly become unbearably frustrating. She wondered what his lips would feel like at her breast. She'd seen her Aunt Jane nursing her little cousin once, and it seemed to Cathy that Aunt Jane had glowed during the suckling.
"I'll let you kiss my titties, if you promise not to do anything else. After that, I'll have to go home."
"Okay, I promise. Honest, I won't do anything else."
Cathy reached behind and unfastened her dress. She let it slip off her shoulders and drape around her waist. Phil couldn't believe that he was looking at the top half of this pretty girl kneeling there proudly in her slip. He loved the way the nylon outlined her body, the way the lacy bodice draped delicately over the bra and tiny breasts beneath. He wanted to touch the material, to thrill to the sensation of nylon under his fingertips. But most of all, he wanted to expose the girl, see her budding flesh covered by the cute underthings. She seemed so willing to let him feast his eyes on her awakening female figure.
"Let me do the rest, Cathy."
"If you want to."
Phil let his fingers drift lazily over the nylon slip. He traced the outline of the bra cups under the bodice of the slip, then moved up to the narrow, satin shoulder straps. Easing each strap delicately off her shoulders, he could feel her skin rise in tiny bumps, signaling the sensation flashing through her body. The slip joined her dress, bunched around her waist. For the first time Phil realized just how petite Cathy was, how undeveloped was her female figure. Compared to Nancy, Cathy was still a child. But Nancy hadn't offered to expose her tits to him nor had any other girl. All he'd been allowed to do was to feel them up inside their bras. He was on the brink of a whole new experience and the excitement of it had his fingers shaking as he reached behind her to unfasten her bra.
As her last protective clothing was pulled from her body, Cathy shivered. Drawing in her breath, she proudly puffed out her adolescent breast, basking in Phil's open admiration of her protruding nipples, hardening under his concentrated stare.
"They're yours-for now," she whispered huskily.
Fascinated with the first tits he'd ever seen, Phil almost doubled over with the pangs wracking through his testicles. Immature and tiny, her. tits were still beautiful to him. He touched her nipples and held them lightly between thumb and forefinger. As he rolled them in his fingers he could feel them swell and harden, losing all resemblance to his own chest.
"God, Cathy! They're beautiful ... you're beautiful ... I love you!"
"Kiss them, Phil. Make love to my titties."
He pulled her to him and pressed his eager lips to the tactile surface of her nipples. Without realizing it, he sucked first one nipple into his mouth, then the other. Licking, kissing, sucking, and finally nipping, he showered her breasts with all his longing, admiration and naked lust. She cradled his head to her breast, reaping the rewards of her daring exposure. Wanting more, but afraid to let it happen, Cathy pulled away from him and started reaching for her discarded bra.
"I've really got to go now. It's so late."
"But what about me, Cathy? Are you going to leave me here, in this condition?"
"What condition, Phil?"
"Look!"
Spreading his legs out where he sat on the ground, Phil pointed to his scrotum. Moving a bit closer, Cathy could see a straining bulge distorting his trousers at the pelvis. Looking at it, she thought she saw the bulge quivering in a jerking motion. The girls at school had mentioned something about boys' cocks, had even described them; but she'd never seen one in real life.
"Let me see it, Phil."
"Oh, I couldn't ... not that."
"Why not? You've seen my titties and touched me down there. Why can't I see what you've got?"
Not wanting to make her mad and still hopeful that she would provide some relief for the increasing agony in his groin, Phil gave in to her demand. She squatted down between his open legs and stared, still naked to the waist, when he opened his pants and released his penis from within. Bending down closer, Cathy was amazed at what she saw. Of course, she didn't realize that Phil was hung bigger than most boys his age. He'd been the target of many jokes at school, the other boys calling him names. Normally. he was embarrassed whenever someone looked at his cock, especially when it was in its aroused state; like now. But Cathy's look of amazement and interest had him feeling proud of his abnormal size.
"Can I touch it?"
"Sure. Go right ahead. I don't mind and you won't hurt it."
She reached out hesitantly, and touched the throbbing knob with her finger.
"It's kind of ugly, yet beautiful in a strange sort of way. You mean to tell me that something this size can fit inside a girl?"
"Sure."
"Have you ever had it inside a girl?"
"Well, no. Not really ... I almost did, once ... but she wouldn't let me do it at the last minute."
"Was it anyone I know?"
"Ye-es, Nan-cy ... Nan-cy Whit-man ... last sum-mer ... at-the-beach. Oh God, I'm hurting so bad!"
Cathy released his cock hurriedly. She thought she'd hurt him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"No, no. You didn't hurt me. I've got a bad case of 'lovers nuts,' the same as I had when I dated Nancy last summer."
When he mentioned the term she remembered one of her schoolmates telling about getting the boys all worked up. Now she understood why Phil was in pain.
"What did she do about it?"
"She let me 'slick-leg' her."
"What's that?"
"You want me to show you?"
"You won't try to put that thing in me, will you?"
"No. It's nothing like that. I'll just put it between your legs and act like we were making love. It eases the pain for me, but doesn't hurt you or anything."
Cathy felt a little guilty about Phil's condition. She liked him so much and wanted him to like her, so she agreed to let him do it to her that way. But she insisted on keeping her panties on. She didn't want him to try to put his penis in her and figured that if she kept her panties on, he wouldn't be able to force it in her.
"But Nancy took hers off."
"That's okay-I won't. You can do it to me with my panties on ... or not at all."
"All right, have it your way. Here, lay down on my coat and pull your dress up-that's it. Now, spread your legs open. When I put my peter between your legs, you close them tight and I'll do the rest."
Following his instructions, Cathy got into position. When his throbbing flesh brushed against the pouch of her panties, she closed her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Go ahead and do your thing," she said, running her tongue into his ear.
Phil needed no encouragement. He began hunching his hips, his cock rubbing the thigh flesh and scrubbing against the nylon panty-crotch. His knob was following the slit of her little pussy, pushing the sensuous material up against the labia. As the head of his cock protruded out behind her cunt, it came into contact with the slip bunched under her hips. The tactile sensations had no end, whether he was stroking down or pulling back, his penis was constantly touching nylon or flesh. Pumping wildly, Phil felt like his cock was sliding through a tunnel of hot silk. He clamped his hands on the apple-hard cheeks of her buttocks and rocked her pelvis in rhythm with his strokes.
Of her own accord, Cathy joined in with the pseudo-fuck. She hunched her pelvis, bearing down with her vagina on the pistoning rod captured between her legs. The friction through her panties seemed to ease the internal itching she'd been feeling in her twat since they'd started kissing. From the tremblings vibrating intensely in Phil, she knew something was about to happen.
Phil sensed that he was about to blow his nuts. As he reached the bursting point, he reared up, almost pulling his cock from its fleshy prison, then slammed back down shooting a stream of cum.
The final down stroke was out of line. Instead of slipping along the crevice of her pussy, his knob prodded straight into her crotch, mashing against the nylon covering her vaginal opening. As his driving rod halted against the panty barrier his cum spewed out, soaking the entire crotch. His raging penis spurted once more, the hot, sticky fluid gushing onto her flesh.
"Gosh damn, Phil! You're peeing all over me! You're ruining my clothes! Get off me, for Christ's sake!"
Expended, Phil pulled back, sitting on his heels. He pulled the hem of her slip up and tenderly wiped the cum from his softening knob, then reached down and swiped "his hand over her crotch and between her legs; smearing his cum over her white thighs.
"That's not pee. that's cum ... there-now you know why it's called 'slicky-leg' ... you're sure slicky."
He continued rubbing the cum into her skin and her panties. Even the tops of her stockings were covered with the milkish fluid. He wiped his hands, using her slip again, then reached out and pinched both her nipples, hard.
"Don't touch me, you disgusting son-of-a-bitch! You didn't say anything about all this mess ... now look at my clothes!"
"Oh hell, Cathy. It'll wash out. Better not let your folks see them until you do wash them, though. They'll never believe you didn't put out tonight."
"Get your hands off me, don't touch me again, ever! Just get the hell away from me, Phillip Townsend. I don't ever want to see you again!"
"If that's the way you want it ... okay. But you'd better wash that crotch of yours, soon. Your folks'll smell that funk a mile away," Phil smirked, then jerked his coat out from under her and strolled off through the pines.
After Phil left her, Cathy slumped back on the ground, crying. She felt degraded and defiled, and hated herself because she liked the feeling. She could still feel the tremors of pleasure that'd rippled through her when he'd soiled her panties. Her only regret at the time had been that he wasn't shooting his juice directly into her cunt. At that moment she would've gladly let him push his cock into her. She couldn't understand her own depraved attitude when he'd ejaculated. She still didn't understand, so she cried.
She was still sobbing minutes later as she replaced her bra, pulled her slip back onto her shoulders, and refastened her dress. Sniffing, she plucked pine needles away from her thighs and panties where they had stuck. Brushing off her dress, she shuffled down the path to her house, a confused and broken little girl.
But her troubles weren't over yet. She'd managed to slip by her parents with a quick greeting and an explanation for coming in late, telling them something about hamburgers and cokes at the diner after the dance. Reaching the safety of her room, she quickly disrobed, wanting to shower and rid her body of the sticky mess. Unfortunately, she didn't put her soiled undies into the hamper before stepping into the shower stall.
She'd just finished and was drying herself when her mother entered the bedroom.
"Cathy, I want to ask you about your plans for ... look at these clothes ... "H over the place ... never mind, I'll pick them up."
Cathy held her breath and prayed that her mother wouldn't notice the condition of her clothes, but she knew she was in trouble when her mother's voice turned hard.
"You come out of there, RIGHT NOW!"
"What is it, Mother? It's late, and I'm terribly-tired."
"I have no doubt you're tired, seeing the condition of these clothes ... what've you got in the way of an explanation for this, Missy?"
Her mother was holding the soiled panties gingerly at arms length, pointing them accusingly at her guilty daughter. The semen-smeared slip was dangling from her other hand, but it was the obviously saturated panties that condemned Cathy. She was scared and didn't know what to say.
"Well, Cathy. Are you just going to stand there? I want an explanation for this-NOW! Or do I have to get your father to find out what happened?"
"Oh no, Mother! No! Don't get Daddy! It's not what you think, really!"
Cathy ran over to the bed and collapsed on it, crying. How would she ever be able to face her father?
"All right, young lady. Stop all that carrying on and tell me what happened. It looks to me like you went wild on your first date. I was afraid something like that would happen. I said you were too young, and this proves it."
Cathy broke down and shamefully recounted the events of the evening. She tried to gloss over the sordid details of her encounter with Phillip in the pine grove, but her mother insisted on the whole story; dragging the details out of Cathy, bit by bit. When she finally got the entire story, Cathy's mother was angry, but at the same time relieved.
"Well, at least you didn't lose your virginity. Imagine, only thirteen years old and carrying on like a common street tramp. No, no, young lady. We're going to see that this sort of thing doesn't happen again."
"What do you mean, Mother?"
"I mean there will be no further discussion in the family concerning your going to Central High School. You will tell your father you've decided to go to St. Agnes' Academy this fall."
"But, Mother! That's a girls' school! You said I could go coed in high school."
"Would you rather have your father know about your escapade tonight?"
"All right, Mother. You win."
"And no dates this summer ... in fact, I'm going to send you to my cousin's ranch to keep you away from the boys."
"Oh, Mother! I won't let it happen again. I've learned my lesson."
"I know dear, but we can't take any chances now, can we? Get to bed ... I'll put these nasty clothes in the hamper."
Cathy went to bed, heartbroken. She'd been looking forward to going to a coed high school. She was sick and tired of having nothing but a bunch of catty girls for classmates. Just the thought of another four years under the strict disciplinary control of nuns was enough to start the flow of tears from her eyes. Before dropping off into troubled sleep, Cathy made a vow. Because of what they'd cost her, she vowed never to wear panties again. She wouldn't, under any circumstances, put on another pair ...
The noon bell rang out, snapping Cathy out of her reverie. She had just an hour to be ready for class. She had to get dressed and gather her books. The whole morning had slipped by while she'd been mulling over the events that had led her to St. Mary's, still a virgin. She sighed, then patting herself lovingly between her legs, she slipped off the bed and started getting ready for another day of association with girls.
"I'm sick of girls, dammit! Sick," she muttered, heading for a quick shower.
CHAPTER THREE
Matthew Lemoreau stared lecherously at the taut, nylon-encased legs of the stewardess. She was bending over the seat across the aisle from him, adjusting the pillow of another passenger. Because of the long reach required, she had to lean over as far as possible, one foot lifted slightly off the floor. Her short uniform skirt was pulled up in back, far enough for Matt to determine that she was wearing pantyhose. He had an exciting view of the lacy border of either a short slip or a bra-slip just barely covering the plump cheeks of her buttocks.
Matt hadn't been able to touch a woman in the last six months, having been in the jungles of Vietnam as a platoon leader. The vision in front of him was causing an embarrassing swelling in his trousers. He was out of the Army now and anxious to reinstate his position with the opposite sex. The more he thought about that, the hornier he got. Staring at the stewardess' ass in the aisle wasn't helping his condition.
The stewardess straightened up and turned toward Matt, a pleasing smile spread on her lovely face.
"May I get you a pillow, sir?" she asked, bending down slightly to hear the answer.
Matt's eyes focused on the protruding bulge of her breast pressed against the satin material of her blouse.
"Yes, miss. If you would."
Matt looked up into two of the darkest eyes he'd ever seen. This red-haired beauty was causing him one hell of a lot of discomfort. He didn't know if his aroused condition could be camouflaged much longer, throbbing the way it was.
"Okay," she lisped.
Then she moved in close to his seat in order to reach the pillows on the overhead rack. Her thigh pressed against his arm as she stretched up. Matt had the strongest desire to push his face into her rounded belly. Instead, he glanced up under her blouse where it had pulled free from the waist of her skirt, confirming the fact that she was wearing a bra-slip. It was pink, with large, straining cups containing, he imagined, equally large breasts.
As she pulled a pillow from the rack and placed it behind his head, Matt knew why she was turning him on. She reminded him of his sister, Priscilla. The two girls looked remarkably alike, except for the hair, with equally exciting figures. The thought of his sister lulled Matt into a daydream. He brought to mind how it all started between them, years ago.
Matt had been fifteen and Pussy, eleven, when they had their first incestuous relationship. Children of rich parents who traveled extensively, they had all the comforts they desired but not much parental guidance. It had been customary for them to be left in the care of their older sister, Maryanne, several times a year. Maryanne had relied heavily on Matt to take over, allowing her freedom to go to dances, parties, and frequent dates.
Matt and Pussy grew very fond of each other due to the closeness forced upon them. This fondness soon turned to an untamed search for affection as both were outwardly shy with others, but together had little or no inhibitions.
Occasionally, they would play kissing games to pass the time. Matt liked kissing his sister because, for some unknown reason, she had an inborn knowledge of the kissing art. Even at that tender age, she could use her lips and tongue like a practiced woman, and she never failed to ignite the flames of desire within him. After a long petting session with Priscilla, Matt would slip off to one of the bathrooms and masturbate, trying to ease the ache in his groin. It got to the point where he hungered for a more satisfying sexual contact, and it seemed to him that Priscilla, even at her age, wanted and needed the same.
One night Matt was almost doubled over with the familiar ache. Priscilla and he had been messing around for over an hour and Matt could hold back no longer. Priscilla's lips were swollen and red from being mashed against Matt's. She was lying on the couch with Matt kneeling on the floor beside her. They'd hugged and kissed, Priscilla gripping Matt's head with both arms, Matt, with one arm tightening around her back and the other hand softly caressing her young, soft, nubile body. He'd stroked up and down the inside of her opened thighs, just barely letting his hand brush against her rayon-covered vagina. Matt could take it no longer. Abruptly, he stood up, his penis bulging in his trousers.
"Where're you going, Matt?"
"Got to go to the bathroom," Matt replied as he hunched over and sidled out of the room.
Priscilla had noticed the bulge in Matt's pants. She'd never seen a penis and didn't know what one looked like, but she knew something was there from the distinct lump that always appeared whenever her brother and she had one of their sessions. Curiosity getting the best of her, she eased up off the couch and padded out of the room after Matt. She opened the bathroom door, which in his haste Matt had neglected to lock, and stepped into the room. Matt was sitting on the toilet, legs spread open. One hand grasped his penis, was rapidly stroking, back and forth. Her entrance had frozen Matt in place. He stared at her, still gripping his cock.
"What're you doing, Matt?"
"Get out of here, Pussy!"
Angered by the discovery, Matt tried to cover his shame by shouting.
"No, let me stay ... let me watch."
Pussy grinned coyly, never taking her eyes off the throbbing head of Matt's penis. She didn't know why she wanted to stay, but she felt that something exciting would happen if she did.
"Why're you playing with yourself, Matt?"
Matt realized that she unknowingly was in command of the situation and that he could turn it all to his advantage, if he was smart.
"Look, Pussy. You wouldn't tell Maryanne or the folks about this, would you?"
"Of course not, silly. I haven't told them about our kissing, have I?"
"No, you haven't. I guess there's no real secrets between us, Sis. Come on over here and I'll explain it all to you."
Priscilla took a few mincing steps closer to Matt and the fully-exposed cock that he had released.
"Can I see that thing close up?"
"Sure, Sis. Look at it if you want to," Matt said, standing up.
"Why is it so stiff and quivery?"
Priscilla stood inches away, staring at the strange-looking flesh.
"Pussy, you made it look like that."
"I didn't do anything. I didn't even touch it, Matt."
"You didn't have to. Whenever we smooch and tongue-kiss, this happens."
"Why?"
"Because kissing is the first step to making love, Sis. And I want to make love."
"But we're brother and sister, Matt. Are we supposed to do anything like that?"
"Sis, I'm a boy and you're a girl. That's all that's really important."
"Well, what happens with that thing?" Priscilla pointed, the tip of her finger just touching the blood-filled head of his cock.
"Hold it in your hand, Pussy. I'll explain."
Matt placed her hand around the fleshy shaft and slowly sat back down on the commode.
"You see, this prick of mine is what a man makes love with. He places it between a girl's legs and pushes in and out. This causes a friction ... "
"You mean a big thing like that can fit inside a little thing like my teddy?"
Priscilla's eyes grew wide with wonder.
"Sure it will, Sis. All it takes is a little juice to make it slippery and it'll ease right on in."
"What happens when it's in there?"
"Well, the rubbing in and out causes a really big thrill and then some juice spits out and then it gets smaller and slips back out. Here ... pull it back and forth-you'll see it in action."
Matt guided her small hand on his shaft until she learned the rhythm.
"That's it, now grip it a little harder when you ease forward over the head ... aahh ... tha-at's it, Pussy ... faster, oh fas-ster!"
She knelt down between his outstretched legs and sat back on her heels, still gently stroking his swollen cock. It felt funny in her hand, but she didn't mind stroking it. Actually, it gave her a strange thrill to be handling it. She increased her grip and moved her hand faster at Matt's insistence.
"Gosh, it sure is growing bigger!"
"Faster, faster ... I'm going to cum! Here it is ... uugghh!"
Matt convulsed as the cum boiled up from his testicles and raced through his taut shaft. His ejaculation stopped momentarily at the head of his penis and then with a grunt, he released, just as Priscilla's hand had pulled the foreskin all the way back. The hot cum surged out, splashing down on Priscilla's face, neck, and her dress. Letting go of the spurting prick, she fell back in surprise. As she straightened up, another stream of white fluid spilled out of the penis and ran over her hands, dripping down on her legs.
"Oh, Lord! It's all over me ... my face, my dress, my legs!"
Priscilla didn't know what to do, she just knelt there. Matt stood up, cum still leaking out of the tip of his softening cock.
"Oh, Pussy! That was so good, so much better than doing it myself. Here, let me get a washcloth. I'll clean it up."
"Will this stain my dress, Matt?"
"I don't know, Pussy. Take it off and take a shower. This is really a gooey mess."
"Okay."
Not giving it any thought, Priscilla stood up and pulled her dress over her head. She placed the soiled dress into the clothes hamper.
"Help me with my slip, would you? I've got so much goo on my hands I'll mess it up, too."
Matt bent over and grasped the hem of her slip, pulling it up and over her head. He gasped when her lithe body was exposed to him, naked except for her rayon panties. They'd fooled around for months but he'd never known she had any tits. But she did. There wasn't much, but more than usual for a girl her age. They were the size of tangerines, with soft, flaring nipples hardening a bit under his admiring gaze. He wanted to kiss them, perhaps to suck them. But he hesitated, not knowing just how far he dared go with her.
"You can take my panties off, too, Matt; if you want to," she said demurely.
He knelt down in front of her and slowly hooked his fingers under the waistband of the rayon panties, easing them down with a steadily growing excitement. As the rayon rolled over her hips and soft buttocks, her cunt slowly appeared before his eyes.
Not yet covered with hair, her cunt seemed to leap out at him as he bent forward excitedly to examine it in detail. He prodded the soft, enfolding lips back and exposed the smooth opening. He tentatively poked a finger in the hole and soon found the membrane blocking further passage.
"Oooohhh, Matt. What're you doing?"
"Does that feel good, Pussy?"
"Ooohhh ye-es ... it feels funny and tickly and makes me get all mushy inside."
"Haven't you ever played with yourself, Sis?"
Matt continued diddling her virgin crack, being careful not to be toe rough or to probe his finger in too far.
"No, I've never done anything like that ... I wanted to, but I was afraid."
"Why be afraid, Pussy? You know better than to harm yourself."
"But I thought it would hurt. I mean, I saw Maryanne playing with herself a long time ago and she was moaning and crying and really acting funny before she quit. I thought she'd hurt herself bad."
Matt was suddenly interested in this news about their seventeen year old sister. He'd never suspected that she was the type to finger herself. Caught up in the excitement of this revelation, he pressed Priscilla for more details. Priscilla related how she'd been playing house in Maryanne's closet a couple of months ago when their sister had come home from a date. Maryanne's clothes were sort of messed up, her blouse had even been torn in front. Priscilla had been just about to come out of the closet when she noticed that her sister had removed her torn blouse and bra. She was rubbing some cream on her nipples and crooning.
"Boy, he sore bit. you little sweethearts. He thought he'd get in my pants with all that petting, but I guess I showed him. If he wants in these pants, he'll damn sure marry me first."
Priscilla was fascinated by it all. She hadn't seen her sister's breasts since they had been little. The words her sister was saying were strange and didn't mean anything to Priscilla at the time. She kept quiet and watched Maryanne strip the rest of her clothes off, then fall back on the bed.
Priscilla's narration of the incident was exciting Matt more and more. He was still frigging his little sister's cunt and she was edging closer to him where he sat before her on the bathmat. While she continued the story Matt's face moved to within inches of her cunt, his fingers tweaking the agitated labia in a steady manner.
Priscilla described how Maryanne had spread her legs wide and had drawn up her knees with one hand rubbing-slowly at first, then gradually speeding upon her crotch. Of course, the little girl hidden in the closet didn't understand what was happening and when her older sister started moaning and thrashing about on the bed, she was scared. When Maryanne cried out in completion, Priscilla had thought she was hurt bad.
"Anyway, that's why I've been afraid to do it to myself."
Matt was tired of fingering his sister. He bent forward and kissed her belly, darting his tongue into her tiny navel.
"Oooohhhh, Ma-att! You make me feel so funny inside."
He flicked his tongue into her navel again, squeezing her buttocks lightly, then stood up.
"Well, you can see that you won't hurt yourself. All that carrying on that Maryanne was doing was because it made her feel so good."
"Okay, Matt-I'll try it."
Priscilla reached between her legs and cautiously poked a finger into her vagina, rubbing it around as she'd seen her sister doing it.
"Never mind that now, Sis. Take your shower and when you finish I'll really show you something. Something that beats playing with yourself."
Placing her panties into the hamper, she opened the shower stall door, then looked back over her shoulder innocently.
"You going to put that thing in me, Matt?"
"If you want me to, I will," he said, leaving the bathroom.
While Priscilla was cleaning up, Matt removed his clothes and dropped down on his bed. He folded his arms under his head, anticipating the introduction of Priscilla into the delights of sexual intercourse, flavored now by the revelation of Maryanne's masturbation. He'd never given any thought to Maryanne in that light, no more than he did his own mother.
Now that he knew she wasn't a stone angel, perhaps there would be an opportunity to develop something with her. If he could manage to catch her in the right mood there just might be some good times in store for him. His older sister had a nice body and was quite pretty. She never lacked for boyfriends and was constantly dating. He didn't know if she'd been fucked or not, and only knew one way of finding out. He would, too, given the opportunity.
It hadn't been long since Matt had his first experience with a girl. A little over a year had passed since he'd been playing around with the girl that lived nearby. Before either of them knew it they'd experienced sex, experimenting with fornication in what Matt now thought of as a "double cherry-busting party." Since both of them were novices, the episode had left a lot to be desired. They'd had sex several times afterwards, and probably would still be at it, if the girl's family hadn't moved East six months ago. Matt hadn't had any other experiences since, except for jacking off whenever Priscilla and he had fooled around.
Just as he was getting a bit impatient, Priscilla stepped into the room. She noticed that Matt was naked, but unabashed, she dropped the towel she'd wrapped around herself, and climbed up on the bed beside him.
"What do we do now, Matt?"
Not saying a word, Matt pushed her to the mattress and pressed his lips to her nipples, nibbling with his teeth, laving with his tongue. Priscilla liked this, it caused mysterious thrills to course through her body.
Matt worried the tiny titties until they turned red, the nipples sensitized more than Priscilla had ever dreamed possible. She hugged Matt's head to her prepubescent breast, stroking his hair. Matt had placed himself over her, his weight on his forearms as he suckled her. She automatically opened her legs and rested her heels on the small of his back, her thighs gripping Matt's ribcage.
"Matt, Honey ... sweet man, kiss me. Kiss me all over my body. Make me tingle from head to toe."
Matt started tracing tiny circles with his tongue on her body, nipping and kissing those places that were highly sensitive. He washed her ears with his tongue, kissed her eyes, then lightly sucked the soft flesh under her chin. He ran his tongue over her arms, chewed tenderly on her shoulders. When he reached her flat, soft belly, he licked her thoroughly. Priscilla's young body jerked and twitched in awakening ardor. Without realizing it, she started fingering herself when Matt lavished attention on her legs, licking and kissing, nipping the tender areas behind her knees. She rubbed her uninitiated pussy feverishly when Matt laved the soles of her feet and the pink depressions between her toes.
Matt moved to a kneeling position between her legs. He pulled her masturbating hand away from her little box and bent down co kiss her on the mouth. They continued soul-kissing, both sensing Matt's renewed desire when his cock slowly stiffened between them, poking Priscilla in her soft belly. He hunched up, letting his penis touch the mouth of her vagina.
"But, Matt. I'm not juicy there like you said I had to be to get that thing inside me."
Actually, Priscilla was a little afraid of his cock now. She'd seen how big it could grow and didn't think it would fit into her little teddy. Her belly tightened in an unexpected convulsion as Matt dipped down and spit into her snatch, his saliva running into her cunt lips and wetting her vaginal opening. He spit again, this time into the palm of his hand and rubbed the moisture onto the head of his cock.
Grabbing his cock with one hand, he spread the vulva open with the other and placed his pulsating cockhead at the tiny hole. He reached around with both hands and grasped the cheeks of her soft, cushy ass, spreading them open and playing with her asshole.
"Bend your legs up, Sis. It'll go in easier."
She did as he instructed, staring at his lust-filled face.
"Do it, Matt-do it now!"
He lunged, giving her his entire throbbing prick with one motion, the hymen not even slowing the penetration as it parted without trouble.
"Aaaaagggghhhh," she screamed, feeling the hot cock split her to the core. "Ooohhh, Go-od! It hurts ... it hurts ... oohh take it out-it hurts so much- please, Matt ... take it out ... I can't stand it!"
She struggled to get away from his cock, but the more she twisted, the deeper he seemed to penetrate.
Not to be denied this virgin trophy, Matt disregarded her screams and cries. He knew that she f would soon get caught up in the rhythm; pleasure I would overshadow the pain. He pulled her closer to him and bent her legs back until her knees were even with her chin, driving deeper and faster. He could feel | the ball of fire building rapidly in the pit of his belly as he rocked in and out of her pussy. The grip of her contracting cunt almost strangled his cock. He plunged deeper and deeper, trying to reach the very core of his sister's soft, pliable body.
Priscilla soon felt a wash of pleasant sensation fighting through the clouds of burning pain. By concentrating on the sensation, she could almost push the pain from her mind and soon she was meeting Matt thrust for thrust. A small whirlwind of ecstasy started to bloom deep within her when a new, sharp unbearable pain wracked through her adolescent body.
Matt had gripped her ankles and pushed them to the pillow beneath her head. With the avenue open to maximum penetration he pulled almost entirely out of her clenching pussy, then drove in up to the hilt, his balls slapping heavily into the crevice of her ass. There was a second of resistance, then the head of his straining shaft mashed against the mouth of her tiny womb. She screamed, loud with sheer agony, her eyes rolling back in her head as his cock disgorged its scalding cum deep, deep in her cunt.
He gripped her to him and let his testicles empty into her. Not once, but two and three times, massive spurts washed her insides. As the cum spurted within her, Priscilla's eyes again focused. Her entire body felt destroyed, yet she was thrilling to the pain, quivering in ecstasy, wanting the fuck to continue. She tried to keep the rhythm going, but Matt was depleted and her aching, burning pussy rejected him in scorn.
"Matt, don't stop ... please don't stop!"
He couldn't do anything for her with his limp prick. He spread her sperm-covered labia open, sought for and found the pink bud of her tiny clitoris. Pinching it with thumb and forefinger, he jacked it off like a prick. Within seconds, Priscilla experienced the first climax of her young life. She fainted when she peaked. While she was unconscious, Matt laved her brutalized cunt with a washcloth soaked in warm, soapy water.
When she revived, Matt took her into the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. Taking their mother's syringe, he helped her douche out her pussy. She hadn't started menstruating yet, so he felt there was no danger of pregnancy, but a douche was good, just to be sure.
They continued their illicit relationship as Priscilla's body grew to a fine shape, softened beyond belief by the constant ministrations of her brother. Because he loved to caress and nip her titties any time they were alone, she'd never worn a bra, in fact didn't need to as her breasts developed perfectly over the years. They had to part when Matt was drafted, but they continued to be deeply in love with each other.
Now Matt was coming back to pick up where he left off with Pussy. From the pictures she'd sent him, he knew that she .was now a fully-developed woman. The excitement of being with her again had kept him turned on since he'd left Saigon. There was so much he wanted to do with her, so many things he'd promised himself. He'd bought some exotic lingerie for her and he relished the time when she would model them for him, piece by piece.
His experience in sexual activity broadened in the Far East. He'd learned to enjoy things he'd never thought possible. Just the thought of mastering Priscilla again, teaching her the sophisticated sex that he craved, had him aching pleasantly in his scrotum. There were so many things his sister could learn, would learn, before long.
Matt's reverie had lulled him half asleep when the announcement that they were about to land came over the intercom. The sexy stewardess passed by, informing him to fasten his seat belt. With a spur of the moment gesture he asked for a date when they landed. Much to his surprise, she agreed.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Don't you dare move, Matthew Lemoreau! Just relax and let me work it."
Priscilla knelt astride Matt, stretched out on the king-sized bed. She was naked except for a beige half-slip clinging softly to her pronounced hips. With a couple of wiggles, Priscilla found the exact position she was looking for, and with a little grunt, pressed her groin down over Matt's throbbing cock probing at the mouth of her hungry vagina. Achieving a deep penetration, Priscilla began a small rocking motion, thrilling to the heartbeat of the cock thrust into her cunt. It seemed to inch in deeper with each rocking motion.
"Oh, Matt. It's been so long ... and I've needed this so much."
The brushing of the slip's lacy hem against the soft hairs of his belly was exciting Matt. He gasped with each movement of her pelvis. The deeper his cock penetrated, the longer he felt it was growing. To him, Priscilla's-pussy felt like a velvet glove. Matt reached out with his arms. Slipping his hands under her swaying slip, Matt placed them on the yielding cheeks of her ass and squeezed hard. Her unbelievably soft flesh squirmed between his fingers, sending more thrills coursing through his body.
"I'd forgotten just how soft you were, Pussy," he gasped.
His fingers were clutching her quivering flesh roughly when he jerked his body upward, at the same time pulling her rocking buttocks downward.
"Ooohhh!" Priscilla moaned.
His swollen cock lodged at the mouth of her womb. She leaned forward, pinching the-expanding nipple of one breast, placing it at Matt's twisted mouth. He sucked in the nipple as she removed her fingers, and drew on it like a suckling baby.
The more he worked it, the more it expanded and elongated. She was ecstatic-she loved a suckling mouth at her breast, loved the slippery sensation. His eyes opened wide in amazement as the turgid tip continued to enlarge and stretch. Within seconds he was masticating more nipple than he ever imagined a woman could possess. He loved sucking tit, and made it a point to suck as many as possible, but this mouthful was beyond belief. Giving way to an overpowering bestial desire, he bit down hard.
Priscilla screamed and jerked her tortured nipple from his puckered mouth. She sat upright, pulling her heaving breasts away from him.
"Eeeooowww!!! Oooohhh Go-od! You've ripped me in two! Ooohhh, Ma-att!!"
The thick cock caused Priscilla's entire body to convulse, and she increased the pressure of her soft thighs against Matt's hips. Impaled and out of control, Priscilla fell forward onto Matt, her heavy breasts mashing against his heaving chest.
Matt pushed her up slightly and pulled the nipple he'd previously neglected to his thirsting mouth. Enraged by neglect and throbbing with expectation, the stiff nipple responded immediately to his sucking. Again, he brutally bit down on tender flesh.
"Eeeooowww!" Priscilla screamed.
She convulsed again, her thighs crushing in against Matt, her groin smashing down on him. Matt felt that his cock, swollen with sperm, was about to explode. He wanted to pump her full of his seed, wanted to fill her hot cunt with sperm.
As the spasms of her climax wracked her, her cunt convulsed around his cock. Pulling her crushed buttocks to him, Matt arched up off the bed and released the cum from his testicles. The stream raced through his shaft and, as it reached the head of his cock, Matt jabbed a stiffened forefinger into Priscilla's tiny asshole.
"Aaahhh!!" Priscilla moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.
She convulsed again, Matt's cum scalding the inner walls of her cunt. Waves of pleasure coursed through her as she felt the hot spurts of cum in her cunt. The overpowering grip of her pussy kept Matt's cock hard and spurt after spurt of sperm gushed into her.
Priscilla came repeatedly, drifting into and out of consciousness. She didn't care if she died, the pleasure was so intense. Matt continued to suck her nipples and kept his finger in her rectum.
Finally, she stopped cuming and relaxed. As Matt withdrew, he removed his finger from b"r ass and released the bruised nipple from his mouth. He gently rolled Priscilla over on her back and softly massaged her trembling body.
Her convulsions subsiding, Priscilla felt the cum oozing out of her wet cunt. She cupped her hand over I her labia and caught the milky sperm as it trickled out.
"Oh, brother! You have so much, so much to give me! Just look at it ... I love you, Matt, I really do!"
Priscilla smiled languidly, then took her hand dripping with Matt's juice and rubbed it over her heaving breasts. She gently massaged the cum over her distended nipples.
"You've chewed my titties up pretty bad, Matt. It hurts ... but it hurts so good ... oh, Lord!"
"Pussy, Pussy! God, how I've waited and needed that! I've never seen nipples like yours. You haven't had a baby since I've been gone, have you?"
"No, no such luck. I'm still on the pill."
"Then tell me, love-what've you done to get a set of tits like that?"
She smiled then pulled one of her nipples to her lips and delicately licked the sticky fluid from it.
"Mmmmm, you taste good, brother of mine."
She laved the other nipple in the same tender fashion, then spoke again.
"I'll tell you someday, but not now, Matt. Right now I can see that you're still as hard as a rock. We need to do something about that."
"I don't know what we can do, there couldn't be a drop of cum left in me after that cunt of yours got through. What's keeping me hard is looking at you, Pussy baby. You've grown so lush and beautiful since I've been away."
"Why, thank you, kind sir," Priscilla said coyly.
She lay sprawled on the bed, legs flung open in casual abandon. Cum still trickled out of her vagina, forming a stain on her petite slip, tucked under her firm buttocks. Her silken pubic hair glistened with the goo, but nothing seemed to bother Priscilla in her lethargy.
Although it had seemed to Priscilla that she and Matt had wasted no time in renewing their incestuous relationship, Matt had, in fact, spent a wild weekend in New York City with the stewardess. He'd wanted to get to Belford as soon as possible, not only to get back to Priscilla, but also to get established in civilian life. But the young lady from the airline had different ideas. Once Matt had gotten into her pants, she'd turned into a virtual sex-machine; keeping him pussy-whipped until he was scheduled to fly out of the city on Monday morning.
For once in his life, Matt hadn't been the master of the situation. This girl had set the pace and called the plays from the moment they'd got together at the terminal. Try as he did, Matt couldn't gain control of her. She knew what she wanted and that's exactly what she got-no more, no less.
Matt almost didn't recognize her when she stepped from the crew's lounge. She'd changed out of her uniform and into a stunning blouse and skirt.
"Hey there, fellow I Changed your mind about dating little ole me?"
With a sheepish grin. Matt recognized her and held out his arm, offering to carry her overnight case.
"Well now, sweet pants. Let's get a few things straight. First of all, hell no, I haven't changed my mind. Especially after seeing you in that outfit."
Matt appraised her, slowly walking around her as she struck a pose for him, delighting in his hungry appreciation of her figure. Her pink skirt cradled the protruding cheeks of her buttocks, showing the faint outline of panties and garter belt beneath. She stood there on legs pulled taut due to high heels, the calves molded firmly in nylon, the thighs pressed against the skirt and underlying slip. She was wearing a white nylon blouse which concealed a magnificent pair of breasts. From the strap outline barely visible under the blouse he could tell that she wore a bra and a full slip. The bulging blouse bespoke of a frilly bodice underneath. Matt definitely liked what he was looking at and softly whistled his appreciation.
"Got anything else to say before we step out into the sunshine?"
"Damn right. There's nothing little or old about you either. By the way ... my name's Matt-Matt Lemoreau."
She laughed lightly and slipped an arm through his, leading him toward an exit and the waiting taxis outside.
"Okay, Matt, My name is Patty-Patty Burke, Now, if you think you can stand up to the situation, let's take a cab over to my apartment and get better acquainted. I'm hungry, for food ... and a man."
Matt couldn't believe his luck. He'd never expected to end up with such a sexy girl. They got into the cab and she kissed him hard, trying to suck out his tongue. Returning her kiss, he almost groaned when she groped between his legs and roughly determined his size and state of readiness.
"Mmmmm, honey, you've got the kind of cock I like. Yes sir, the kind I like."
He didn't reply, concentrating on not taking her right there in the back seat of a public taxi. Because she refused to release his cock, he had a difficult time all the way across town, especially when she opened his fly and went fishing inside his pants. She probably would've exposed his cock, but they reached their destination.
Quickly paying off the leering driver, Matt hurried into the entry of Patty'd fashionable apartment house, not having time to close up his trousers. She laughed as he held his suitcase in front of him, covering his exposed white shorts. Matt didn't think it was so funny.
"Damn, woman. You want me to get arrested or something?"
"If the pace is too fast for you, Matt, get out of the race."
"Not on your life, sweetheart ... not now!"
"Okay then, let's get up to my place. By the way, there are three of us sharing the pad, but the other two aren't due in off flight until tomorrow. Hope you don't mind."
"The more, the merrier."
"Oh, no danger of that ... Lois and Cindy are as queer as three-dollar bills. They're so wrapped up in each other, no man stands a chance of getting in their pants."
"Sounds cozy. How do you manage in a situation like that?"
"Baby, sex is my bag ... I don't care how or with whom-or with how many for that matter. Come on, mister. Get in the elevator."
They stepped into the small, automatic elevator and Patty pushed the button for the seventh floor, the highest in the building. The more he learned about this chick, the more excited he became. There didn't seem to be any end to the things she'd say or do to shock him. He was really puzzled when she pushed the emergency stop switch between the third and fourth floors. As the elevator stopped abruptly, he wondered what the hell she was up to. She bent over coyly and reached up under her short skirt. Then she pulled her panties off, tucking them into his coat pocket. A bit of the flimsy nylon garment hung out.
"Here, these are yours, lover."
"What's that for?"
"Payment for services about to be rendered."
Matt couldn't figure out what she was driving at.
"Are you putting me on, Patty?"
"No way, lover ... I want you-in me-right here ... so don't screw around. Take that cock of yours out and let's see what I'm getting."
Matt got the idea. She wasn't going to wait any longer. She wanted some fucking now, in the elevator.
"Okay by me, hot pants. But this damn car is small. And look at that floor, it's kind of hard and dirty. Aren't you afraid you'll ruin your clothes doing it here?"
Reaching out, she fished once again in his pants, this time extracting his throbbing cock with her soft hand, squeezing it firmly and skinning back the foreskin.
"No, not really ... mmmm, I see you're all wet-that makes it nice. The floor doesn't bother me, lover; because you're going to fuck me standing up. Now, get with it baby, before you spill all your juice in my hand instead of where it belongs."
"Where does it belong, Patty?"
Lifting up her skirt and slip, Patty exposed the red-curled, hairy triangle between her legs, then pulled his penis to its natural resting place. Spreading open her pussy lips, she wiggled forward onto his slippery cock. She, too, was moist and ready. Matt's penis eased into her vagina timidly-only the slightest resistance was offered.
"Right in my belly. That's where it belongs-work out, lover."
Feeling his cock seating firmly, Patty pushed Matt against the elevator wall while she worked her vagina back and forth. Leaning backward, Matt couldn't control the rhythm. All he could do was reach under her flapping skirt and slip, grasp the jiggling cheeks of her buttocks, and hang on for dear life while she rode him to completion. She controlled the whole affair, telling him to squeeze this, push that. She even told him to shoot his cream when she started climaxing or else she'd climb off and leave him high and dry.
Matt wasn't used to the woman directing the action. But as it was, he was ready to empty his balls, and empty them he did. Even before her cries of completion reached his ears, he was pumping cum into her grasping cunt.
"Fill me, you motherfucker! Fill me with your cream! Shoot it into my belly! Oohh ... Go-od damn ... "
Matt was straining, wanting to spurt everything he had into this hungry bitch.
"Uuuggghhh ... uh, uh, uh, uugghh! Have some more-tramp ... uugghh!"
They stood there quivering as Matt spurted his cum into her belly. Patty laughed hysterically for a moment, then pulled away from him, letting his softening cock slip from her vagina and droop down between his legs. She quickly plucked her panties from his coat pocket and jammed them against her vulva, catching the flow of cum as it oozed from her cunt.
"Let me borrow these for a minute, Honey. Don't want to mess up the elevator now, do we?"
Matt was fascinated, watching her sop the cum away from her vagina with the silky garment. She took great pains not to let any of the sperm get on her skirt, or drip onto the floor. She swiped the sensuous material over her pubic curls and the tops of her inner thighs, then packed a bit of it into her vagina to dry up any residual juice. Satisfied that she'd gotten it all, she straightened up, smiling wickedly, her slip and skirt dropping back into place. She looked as if nothing had happened; there was no sign of their recent fuck.
"Just don't stand there with your meat hanging out, lover. Put it away and we'll go upstairs to play."
"You might be all cleaned up, sweet thing. But I'm still gunked. If I put my cock away in this condition, it'll stick to my shorts and make one hell of a mess."
"We can't have that now, can we? Here, take my panties and mop it up. Better yet, come here ... "
She dropped gracefully into a squat in front of Matt and took his limp cock in her hand. Fluting her lips, she slid them over his cockhead. Licking hastily, she moistened the drying semen coating his prick, then removed it from her cool, tantalizing lips. She ran her tongue up and down the length, and after insuring his entire shaft was moist, wiped it dry with her soiled panties. Her laving ministrations reignited Matt's lust but before he could try to do anything, she packed his cock back into his trousers and closed the fly. She squeezed his testicles firmly through his pants, then stood back up.
"Fill those balls back up, lover. We haven't yet begun to swing."
After releasing the emergency switch, they rode up to Patty's floor and entered her apartment. It was obvious to Matt that the three girls living there were used to the best. The apartment contained six rooms in all, a living room, dining room, large kitchen, and three bedrooms. Each bedroom had its own bath. Every room was furnished in the best of taste and, as Matt prowled around, he found that the closets in the bedrooms held more than an adequate wardrobe of expensive clothing.
While Matt used Patty's bathroom to clean up, Patty prepared dinner, letting it cook while she changed. Matt occupied himself by browsing around the apartment until Patty announced that dinner was ready. During the course of dinner and afterward sitting on the couch sipping cognac, Patty seemed to be a sweet, demure, frail girl. Snuggling up against Matt's chest, she let him guide the conversation and allowed him to take a few liberties with her body, proudly-displayed under a gauzy black negligee.
Matt passed off the earlier episode in the elevator as the result of Patty's condition. She must've been more horny than he'd been. He figured he'd take charge of the remainder of the weekend, mastering her and the situation. He didn't know how wrong he was.
Engrossed with her breasts and working the turgid nipples through the flimsy gauze, Matt was tonguing her ear when Patty asked him to get her another drink. Thinking nothing of it, Matt reluctantly released her tit and crossed the room to the bar. Pouring a good three fingers of cognac for her, he returned to the couch to find her leaning back against the couch cushions, her legs spread with her heels up on-the cushions and her negligee pulled up around her waist. He almost dropped the drink as he looked directly into her pussy. She was sitting in such a manner that her asshole stared at him beneath her wet cunt.
"Come here, boy, and eat me," she demanded.
"Wha-at?"
"I said come here and eat me ... you know what I mean, don't you? Get down here and eat my pussy-op are you afraid to do a little pussy sating?"
"Why not? You looked good enough to eat the first time I saw you."
Matt crossed the room and standing in front of her, handed her the cognac.
"Don't just stand there, lover. Get down on your knees and get with it. Let's see if you know how to eat a cunt."
He thought he knew enough about women to know how to turn her on quick enough. Dropping down on his knees before her, he did everything he knew. He licked her vulva until it gleamed with his saliva; he chewed her moist labia, and nipped all around her cunt. After nipping and licking her tender, inner thighs, and seeking and finding her clitoris, he figured she'd either peak or invite him to mount her. He planned to take command as soon as she did. But she didn't cooperate. She demanded that he pay homage to her ass and when he did, pulled him back to her pussy, locking her thighs around his head. As he recaptured her clit between his teeth and bit down, her legs crossed behind his head and she gripped him with both hands, trying to pull his head into her vagina.
"Eat me, eat me, eat me, eat me ... you pussy-eating bastard, you! Eat me, lick me, suck me, bite me ... EAT ME!" she screamed, the first of many climaxes washing through her.
She went off in rapid succession, each time trying to drag Matt's tongue up her cunt. Matt was struggling for breath. His entire face was mashed into her crotch, hair, pussy, thighs, and belly cutting off the supply of air. She was holding his head so tight that he couldn't back away. He was about to pass out when she released him and with one dainty foot, pushed him to the rag on his back.
Lying there trying to catch his breath, Matt offered no resistance when she pulled his pants and shorts off. She propped his legs up, bent back at the knees, and impishly stood his cock up, tapping the dangling testicles that were lying in the crevice of his crotch. Matt thought that she was going to return the favor he'd just bestowed on her and relaxed so that she could suck him off.
But Patty didn't have that in mind, not quite that. She sat on his belly, facing his feet, and leaned forward. Letting her lips graze down his throbbing hard-on, she didn't stop until she reached his testicles. She took his entire sac in her mouth and started chewing, punishing his balls with her teeth as Matt moaned with pain.
Jolt after jolt of agony kept Matt paralyzed as she relentlessly sucked his balls. They swelled greatly in response to her torturous biting, filling her mouth. Matt was afraid. She was trying to castrate him, and he couldn't do anything. The pain was so great. Patty continued her brutal torture, until Matt was screaming.
She released him, then turned around and quickly humped her pelvis up, slipping his cock into her cunt and slamming her vagina down hard. As she enveloped his full length, she mashed down on his inflamed scrotum. Matt screeched out in agony while she rode him, slamming her pelvis in rapid motion and building to another climax for herself.
As her mouth twisted in a grimace of completion, a high pitched whine filled the room, then she mashed down again. Matt thought that his balls had split wide open. Her final push had triggered the release of sperm in his testicles. He ejaculated, but with a pain so great that he thought he might pass out. As the cum jetted deep within her, Patty's head snapped up. He was filling her cunt with his seed. His anger, frustration, hate, and humiliation gushed out of his swollen balls with his cum.
Satiated, she rolled off his depleted cock. Matt felt thoroughly fucked; he'd never shot his wad so hard in his life. He suddenly didn't care what this wanton bitch did to him. It was worth it. He hoped that he'd impregnated her, it would serve her right to have to bear his child after the misery she'd put him through.
Patty jumped up and ran into the bathroom. He was still on the floor when she returned a few minutes later and began to bathe his balls tenderly with a hot washcloth; the pain subsided, leaving nothing but a desire for her to make love to him, any way she wanted.
It wasn't long before he got his wish. Patty wasn't the type to give any man a chance to rest.
CHAPTER FIVE
Later in the evening, Matt was resting on Patty's bed, sleeping the sleep of the sexually drained. His balls still ached. He was dreaming of a small girl playing with his penis, stroking his cock so that the foreskin slid back and forth over the rim of his cock-head. In his erotic dream, Matt realized that he was about to ejaculate and fought himself awake to prevent it from happening.
Opening his eyes, he found Patty sitting on his belly with her back to him; her feet close to his hips on either side. She was bent forward between her knees, stroking his aroused penis. He could feel her silky pubic hair grinding into the sensitive flesh of his belly, the moist labia of her vulva caressing his navel. The cheeks of her buttocks were flattened against his body, the crevice between them gaped wide as she straddled him. He reached forward and probed a finger into the crevice, searching for her asshole.
"So, lover. You're finally back from the land of Nod."
"Sure am ... what're you doing down there, anyway?"
"Getting you ready for the rest of the night. Don't think I'm going to sleep with a cock in the house. No, sir. Got to use it while it's available."
Patty released him long enough to pick up a tube from the night table, then she peeled his foreskin back, leaving it caught behind the rim of his knob. She studiously opened the tube and squeezed out ointment onto her outstretched forefinger. Getting a large glob on her finger, she grasped his shaft with the other hand and began rubbing the salve all over his cockhead. Matt gasped as she worked the ointment over it, especially when she coated the rim and the sensitive tip.
"What the hell are you doing now?" he gasped, tremors skipping through his groin.
"Fixing you up, lover man. When this stuff takes effect, you'll be able to screw me all night long. I'll have a ball."
"What is that shit? What'll it do to me?"
"You'll see, sweety. Just wait a moment." Suddenly, Matt knew what she'd done, or at least what the salve was doing. At first, he'd felt a pleasing sensation, a cool, delightful feeling on his cockhead. But then he started losing all the feeling. Within moments, he couldn't feel anything, as if he didn't have a penis at all. Patty rolled off him and lay down beside him, reaching over to caress his sagging testicles. Her manipulations had the desired effect; his cock stood up in readiness. But Matt couldn't feel anything.
He leaned over and grabbed the discarded tube, reading the label. Now he knew what she'd done! The tube was pure tetracaine-a salve used for serious sunburns. It acted like a local anesthetic, numbing the flesh as novacaine numbed one's jaw. He couldn't feel any friction, any contact, anything!
"God damn you, you sadistic bitch! What in hell did you do that for?"
"Listen, shithead. Now you can give me what I want all night long and you won't peter out on me. I could care less about you; whether or not you get your rocks off. All you'd like to do is shoot your sperm into me and try to knock me up ... well, that's fine, but you'll have to do some real serious fucking before that stuff wears off enough for you to drop your load. Now, get with it, man. Do your thing ... I need some cock."
"But why do you treat me this way, Patty? Hell, I haven't done anything to you except maybe ask you for a date and a little fun."
"Shit. All you men are alike. You want to get in a girl's pants, but only on your terms. Well, I'm sick and tired of being nice to every hard dick that comes along. It's always: 'Be nice to the customers'-'The customer is always right'-'Coffee, tea, or milk'- 'Care for a pillow, sir?'-'Did you enjoy your lunch, sir?' and other sickening comments. You wouldn't believe some of the things I've had to do to keep my job. One time I had to let a first-class passenger fingerfuck me-he happened to be an executive of the airline ... another executive had me jack him off under a blanket during a night flight. I still remember his gurgles as he blew his nuts all over my blouse, and me with three more hours of flying and no change of uniform. That wouldn't have been so bad, but then the Steward wouldn't keep from reporting me until I agreed to go -down on him in one of the toilets. I had to swallow his load, too ... ugghh, I can still taste that cum sliding down my throat."
"But, Patty. I wouldn't do you that way."
"You won't get the chance, buster. You're in my pad ... and here, what I say, goes. You wanted a piece of my ass and you got it. There's a lot more available, but only when and how I say ... so, get busy, Matt. The sooner you start, the sooner you'll wear that stuff off your dick and be able to feel it."
All the time she was talking, Patty was playing with his testicles. Matt wanted her, regardless of the conditions. He mounted her and started humping, beginning the first of a series of copulations that ran throughout the night. She was insatiable. He brought her to completion time after time, in every position he could think of: front wards, backwards, sideways; male-superior, female-superior, even upside-down. But still, only she could peak. Matt had exhausted himself between bouts. His penis still had no feeling when Patty finally dropped off to sleep, the rays of dawn's first light slipping through the windows.
Matt was seething with frustration, his penis raw from friction and his balls heavy with their unreleased load. He'd never been dominated so thoroughly by any woman in his life and couldn't explain to himself why he'd let it go this far. There was something about her that controlled him. Seeing that Patty was asleep, he even slipped into the bathroom to try to jerk off a load. He was deeply engrossed in his masturbation when Patty walked in and caught him in the act. She propped one leg up on the bathtub and made him fuck her there, standing up. Still Matt couldn't cum.
She pulled him back into the bedroom and put him to bed, informing him that he'd be back to normal after sleeping for awhile. She let him sleep through most of Saturday, waking him for a steak supper that she'd prepared. Matt was starving, but the first thing he did was to grab his penis and squeeze the head. He could feel it!
"Everything back in order now, lover?" Patty asked, smiling impishly at his concerned look.
"I guess so ... I was really worried about it there for awhile."
"Oh, you're okay. Let's eat now. Lois and Cindy are due in shortly, and I've got a real treat in store for you."
"What's that? I'm not sure I can take any more of your treats."
"Never mind for now. It'll turn you on though, so let's eat. I want us to be ready."
Matt gave up trying to understand what she was talking about, and was afraid to push her too far for an explanation. He never knew when her domineering nature would leap out and capture him again. He found himself staring at her silky belly and wondering what she'd look like about seven months pregnant.
"What's wrong with you, lover? You having second thoughts about me?"
"No, nothing like that. It's nothing ... come on, let's eat."
They had just cleared away the table when they heard the apartment door open and the chatter of two girls. Patty held a finger to her lips, telling Matt to be quiet. He didn't know why, but he kept still. When the girls passed through the living room and entered one of the bedrooms, Patty bent over and asked Matt in a whisper whether or not he'd ever seen two girls make out with each other. Matt hadn't and told her so.
"Come on, lover. This is your treat for the evening."
She took his hand and together they slipped over to the partially opened bedroom door. Two very pretty young women were inside in skirts and stockings, having just removed their silk uniform blouses. Patty identified them in a whisper as Cindy and Lois. Cindy was unfastening Lois's skirt which she let drop to the floor. Lois repeated the operation with Cindy's skirt and together they stepped away from the puddle of clothing and melted into each other's arms. For the first time in his life, Matt watched as two girls kissed -open-mouthed, with genuine passion. Each girl was stroking the nylon material hanging over the protruding buttocks of the other. It was when Cindy pulled down Lois' shoulder straps and released her breasts from their confining cups that Patty pulled Matt out of the doorway. The last thing he saw in the room was Cindy nuzzling a turgid, excited nipple, opening her mouth and taking it in.
Patty pulled him to her and ripped open her negligee.
"Dome ... do me like her ... doit!"
She was cupping her breast, offering .him her stiff nipple. Matt wanted it and swooped down to encircle his lips around it. He suckled her tit, and she gently led him back to her bed and allowed him to work her tits until he was satisfied. Matt quickly disrobed and Patty let him fuck her without domination, laying side by side; her leg draped over his hip.
Both played an equal role; Matt sucking her breast while working his cock in and out; Patty stroking his forehead and rolling his testicles lightly in rhythm with her gyrating pelvis. It was the only time she didn't dominate him for the entire weekend.
Taking advantage of her rare passive mood, Matt stretched out the action for as long as he could, pulling his penis out almost all the way, then letting it ride slowly back in. He continued this fucking for almost an hour, constantly sucking on her captured breast. Whenever he tried to bite down on her, she'd take the nipple from him. Contenting himself with sucking, he gave up trying to punish her, only wanting to keep her tit pressed against his face with the nipple caught in his mouth. When Matt shot his wad, Patty milked his balls harshly, causing his cum to jet deep into her vagina. Matt groaned like a wounded bear; he'd needed release for so long. She milked him on, bringing forth cum Matt didn't know he had. It gushed around his shaft and ran down her vulva, pooling on her inner thigh.
Finally Patty released him and he rolled off, suddenly aware of the presence of Lois and Cindy. The girls were watching from the doorway and as he rolled to his back, began applauding their performance. Matt knew that Patty hadn't cum, she'd just continued milking his balls during his completion, her pussy passively accepting his sperm. Actually, Patty couldn't cum unless she played the dominant role. Nothing else could push her to climax, although there was no limit to her peaks when she was dominant, going off time after time. Patty rolled to her back and noticed the observers.
"Come on in, girls. Don't just stand there ... that's it. Now come over here and clean me up ... hurry now, before it gets on the sheets."
Clad only in panties, the two young women loped across the bedroom, youthful breasts bobbing and jiggling. Together they scrambled up on the bed and playfully attacked Patty. Matt got off the bed to watch. Cindy swiped her hand into the cum on Patty's thigh and pulling out the waistband of her panties, rubbed it into her vagina.
"What're you doing, silly?" Patty asked, watching her hand buried in the nylon.
"Making a baby, making a baby ... Don't want a man, but do want a baby."
"Come on, nut. That won't do the trick ... takes a cock buried deep in your cunt to bloat your belly. If you want, I'll let my man fill you up with cum."
"Uugghh, a man! No, never mind ... don't want him, don't want anybody except you and Lois."
Matt watched in helpless fascination as the girls went through all sorts of contortions, a panorama of titties, thighs, and panty-covered rectums. Even in this lesbian orgy Patty was playing the dominant role, directing the others to do this, kiss that, lick here, suck there. The tableau ended with Cindy and Lois straddling Patty's supine legs, each sucking one of Patty's tits. Cindy was diddling Patty's pussy, Lois was fingering Patty's ass. Patty had her hands buried inside each girl's panties, her fingers probing in the hidden vaginas.
Matt moved to the easy chair, still watching them. He'd gotten excited, tracing the contorted gyrations of the two asses facing him. His cock stood up when Patty had invaded their panties. Staring at her hands working the vaginas under the nylon had really turned him on. He was fascinated, watching Patty's knuckles rippling through the underwear as she increased the maneuverings of her penetrating fingers.
Patty came first, whining like a bitch in heat. She jammed her heels down hard on the bed and lifted her pelvis high, allowing Cindy better access to her cunt. Cindy found Patty's clitoris and tweaked it devilishly. Patty went off in spasmodic jerks. As Patty's climax started to calm, Cindy and Lois grabbed her wrists and started humping hard against her hands. Gripping their cunts firmly with her index fingers imbedded deeply in each, Patty sent both girls into orgasm, wailing like fornicating cats.
Sated at last, the girls curled up in a three-way hug and drifted off into sleep. Matt sat in the chair with his penis hard, and stared at the vision of three lovely young women sleeping in naked abandon. He waited for over an hour then drifted off, falling asleep in the chair.
The girls completely ignored him for the remainder of Saturday night and all day Sunday. Although they kept him in a constant state of arousal with their sexual excesses, they wouldn't let Matt participate in any way; he had to remain an observer. His disgust with this situation was overshadowed by his hope of joining in. It was a defeated man that dozed fitfully early Monday morning. He'd fallen asleep on the couch, the girls still occupying the bedroom, knowing that he had to leave in a few hours. Damning all three girls, he dropped off, muttering: "They can all kiss my ass, the lesbian bitches."
He woke suddenly, to find Patty gripping his shaft roughly. As usual, she was naked.
"You're leaving in an hour or so ... would you like another piece before you go?" she asked, smiling impishly, then dipping down and stabbing her tongue into his navel.
Matt's belly jerked tight from the sensation.
"Oh, God! You know I do. You've flaunted that beautiful body in front of me for two days, and your friends have gone out of their way to see that I was kept turned on, too."
"Ta, ta, man. I didn't want you then. But I'll give you some cunt now ... if you want it."
All the anger and frustration of the past two days welled up in Matt. He grabbed her quickly, before she could do anything, and mashed her face against his stiff shaft. His throbbing knob encountered her unresisting lips and slipped through them into her moist, cool mouth. Taken by surprise, Patty let half the length of him violate her mouth before she acted. Matt was humping at her face, wanting to jam his cock down to her tonsils, when she grabbed his testicles and squeezed them viciously.
"Aaaagggghhhh!!"
Matt let her head go, the pain ripping through his scrotum. She spit out his penis, releasing the sensitive sac at the same time.
"None of that, you son-of-a-bitch! I don't give head unless it's my idea in the first place ... now, if you want to fuck me-FUCK ME, NOW!"
And he did. With as much viciousness as he could muster, Matt screwed her. She matched him blow for blow, slamming her pelvis up to meet his brutal onslaught, laughing in his ear as he cursed her and called her every name he could think of.
They'd started their fuck in the normal position on the couch, but ended up on the rug, Patty's legs and feet locked over Matt's shoulders and behind his head. He was ramming her with maximum penetration, his cock probing deep in her cunt, but she took it easily, begging him to split her open. Although locked tight, her legs on his shoulders, Patty still dominated the action. Matt didn't want her to, but Patty came first, anyway. As she screamed in climax and her vaginal walls began milking his shaft, Matt felt his own release racing out of his balls, down the shaft, and gushing into her belly with a great spurt.
"Fill me, you bastard, fill me-fill me-FILL ME!" Patty screeched, cuming again.
Matt shot his cum, grunting as each jet spurted from his penis. Finished, he held her in her cramped position, grabbing her around her back and crushing her breast to his. His sheer weight prevented Patty from moving; she couldn't move unless he released her. And he didn't. He held her motionless for a good fifteen minutes, his depleted cock still plugging her vagina.
"Let me up, Matt. Damn it, let me up!"
"Fuck you, bitch."
"You dirty bastard, you ... you're trying to knock me up!"
"It'd serve you right, you cruel bitch."
"You let me up, right now, damn it!"
"NO!"
Matt kept her there, straining to hold her bent over in what he figured was the best position for fertilization. Satisfied that his sperm had had sufficient time to reach its destination, he turned her loose, then walked unconcernedly into her bedroom to shower and dress. He had to leave shortly or he would miss his flight to Vermont.
Twenty minutes later, Matt stepped from the bedroom and found Patty still lying on the floor with her legs gaped open, a trickle of semen eking down the slit of her vagina. She was looking at him, her breasts rising sensuously in a slow cadence.
"You're leaving now?"
"Yes, I am. Thanks for a really wild weekend ... don't believe I'll forget it for quite awhile."
"Oh, it's nothing, I swing all the time ... here ... San Francisco, Dallas ... just about everywhere. There's always men available."
Matt reached the door and turned to say goodbye.
"Say, Patty. I'm sorry about that last bit. I don't know what happened to me, but suddenly I wanted you to have a baby, my baby. Kind of crazy of me, but I hope you do."
Just as he was about to close the door Patty called to him, smiling wickedly.
"Don't think you accomplished anything, mister hot nuts. There won't be any baby ... I'm oh the pill and I've been taking them faithfully. So you wasted your time ... and sperm."
For some strange reason, this bit of information hurt Matt, hurt him more than the things she'd subjected him to since Friday. His shoulders slumping, he closed the door, cutting off the laughter that filled the apartment. He felt defeated, riding down in the elevator and during the ride in the cab to the airport.
His mood of depression wasn't alleviated until he landed in Burlington and proceeded to Belford in the new car he'd purchased. The closer he got to Priscilla, the better he felt. He blanked out all thoughts of the past weekend, swearing that he'd never let another woman rule him as Patty had, vowing to get even with all women for the humiliation he'd suffered at her hands.
CHAPTER SIX
The drive from Burlington to Belford took almost three hours. Shortly after arriving in town, Matt located a real estate dealer and leased a quaint little cottage in the northern part of town. Secluded in one of the more exclusive sections of this Vermont college community, the house seemed ideal to him, although it had only one bedroom. The house came furnished, the owner was a civil engineer presently employed in South America. Matt was pleased with the entire arrangement.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that his baggage had arrived when he drove down to the local freight terminal, and spent the entire first day arranging furniture, hanging pictures, and putting away the remainder of his personal belongings. Unpleasant memories cropped up when he pulled his uniform out from one of the trunks, but he quickly shut the closet door, closing out the last couple of years of his life. He was a civilian again, had a good job, and was back with the one woman he loved above all others, his sister, Priscilla.
He'd called her at the school as soon as he'd leased the house. They'd agreed to give him a day or two to get the house ready, then Priscilla would move in. Arrangements for her to change into an off-campus status had been accomplished when Priscilla had received Matt's letter telling her that he'd managed to find a job there and would be able to live in Belford.
Matt felt that everything had worked out fine. Having been an insurance adjuster prior to being drafted, he didn't have too much trouble getting a job. But it was only a stroke of good fortune that had him working in the same town in which Priscilla was attending college. He called Priscilla again, the next day.
"Sis, plan on moving in tomorrow. I'll have everything ready."
"Matt, love. I can hardly wait."
"Want me to pick you up at school?"
"No, that won't be necessary. I'll take a taxi. I'll be there right around lunch time and I'll be able to spend the entire afternoon 'cause I don't have any classes."
"Can't you make it any sooner, Pussy? We've got so much time to make up for."
"Gosh, I wish I could, but I've got an important exam in the morning. It'll take me almost four hours to get through it. I really need this one, too."
"Okay, Sis. I was just kidding. I've waited for over two years, so a couple more hours won't hurt. See you around noon."
"You bet and Matt ... "
"What, sweets?"
"Don't go on the prowl tonight, please."
"Oh, Pussy! You know me better than that."
"Sure I do. Unless you've changed an awful lot, you'll chase anything in skirts or out of them for that matter."
"But it's you I love, sweet thing."
"Still do?"
"More than ever ... I've really missed you."
"But I'm your sister, Matt." Priscilla giggled delightfully.
"I won't tell ... if you don't."
"All right, honey. I'll be there soon. Keep it in your pants until then. There's a whole bunch of horny girls floating around this town."
"Wouldn't think of doing anything before we get together, love. I'm saving it all for you."
"Bye, baby."
"See you tomorrow."
Matt worked feverishly the rest of the day, making sure that everything was in order for her arrival. He figured she'd probably change a lot of things, but he wouldn't want it looking messed up, or whatever, when she first got there.
Priscilla had arrived promptly at noon, not more than two hours ago.
"Matt, honey. I'm going to be so happy now that we're back together again; and this house is positively divine."
She was happy, the afterglow of their initial passionate contact still flushed her beautiful face. She hadn't bothered to clean up yet, and didn't seem to care about the traces of their fucking on her soft pink body. As much as he didn't" want to, Matt still had business to attend to. He'd much rather stay and continue making love to his sister, but he had to leave. He kissed her lightly, then stood up.
"While you're getting settled in I've got to check in with the office."
"Do you have to, darling?"
"I'm afraid so. I haven't been down there yet ... wouldn't want to lose my job before I even reported in."
"Oh, no danger. They won't fire the best damn insurance adjuster in the state of Vermont."
"Come on, Pussy. They haven't had a chance to find out I'm the best."
"Only kidding. By the way, lover. I've invited my roommate over later this afternoon. ! want to show off our new home and I want her to meet you ... it's okay if she has dinner with us, isn't it, Matt?"
"Sure, Pussy. Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. You know that."
"Oh, you'll like Cathy, Matt. She's such a sweet girl."
Matt left Priscilla still lying on the bed and quickly showered and dressed. As he was leaving, Priscilla said good-by with a sexy smile. A few minutes after he left she pulled off her petticoat down over her legs and wrinkling her nose up in mock disgust, used the expensive garment to wipe away the traces of sperm from her vagina, catching the cum that was trickling from her cunt. She scrambled off the bed and discarded the soiled garment in the bathroom hamper. Slipping into the shower, she began to wash away the vestiges of her recent fuck with Matt. She was about finished with her shower when she heard the doorbell ring.
"Come on in Cathy," she called out. "The door's open."
She turned back to her ministrations with soap and water, pleased that her roommate had decided to come a little early.
Cathy hesitatingly entered the cottage, not familiar with the house and not knowing who might be. at home.
"Are you alone, Pussy?"
"Yes, Cat. I am. I'll be out in a minute. Make yourself at home and don't mind the bed. I haven't had a chance to make it yet."
Cathy noted the rumpled sheets and thought it was strange that Priscilla had been sleeping so soon after she'd left the dorm. She'd seemed wide awake. Cathy wandered around the small cottage, noting that Priscilla's brother had furnished it in good taste, but she couldn't locate the second bedroom. Figuring that perhaps it was on the other side of the bathroom, she didn't give it any more thought. Obviously, she was standing in Matt's bedroom because of the masculine articles on the dresser and the general male appearance of the room. Her thoughts were interrupted by Priscilla's entrance from the bathroom, a bathrobe draped over her shoulders. Cathy glanced at the open front and was rewarded with a full view of Priscilla's magnificent breasts and the silky fleece at her crotch. As usual, Priscilla's breasts excited Cathy, arousing her unnatural desires.
"Hi, Cat. What do you think of the pad?"
"Looks good, Puss. Much cozier than our dorm room."
"Oh, it'll look even better when I get through decorating. Looks like a bachelor's den right now, but just wait a day or two. I'll put the woman's touch to it."
Priscilla dropped her robe and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You look great, Cat. With you all decked out I guess I'll have to dress up, too. Matt wants you to stay and have dinner with us tonight. Seeing you in that dress, he'll never pay any attention to me unless I put on something chic, also. You fixed it up with the school to stay for awhile, didn't you?"
"Yes, I told them I'd be here until shortly before curfew."
Priscilla began running a brush through her curls.
"Do me a favor, Cat. Fetch me some undies from the bottom dresser drawer, will you? You know, something sexy ... panties and slip."
"Which bedroom?"
"This one, silly. It's the only bedroom in the house."
Cathy was stunned. She slowly crossed over to the dresser and opened the drawer, her forehead wrinkled with doubts and questions.
"Peppermint pink okay with you?" she asked.
"Sounds groovy. And there's a mini-slip that goes with them in there, too."
"Yes, here it is. It's a short, little thing, isn't it?"
Priscilla giggled, still drawing the brush through her golden hair, little ripples of movement shaking her pendulous breasts.
"That's the one I wear under my sharkskin micro. Shows a lot of thigh ... yes ma'am, a lot of thigh."
Cathy carried the scanties over and handed them to Priscilla. She slipped on the bright, pink panties and smoothed the sensuous nylon over her buttocks. The clinging silk molded over her full hips, bulging out over her vulva, and clung tightly to the tops of her thighs. She was about to ease the slip over her head, but hesitated as Cathy-with a quizzical tone-questioned her in a soft, puzzled voice.
"Where does your brother sleep, Puss? I mean, you said there's only one bedroom, didn't you?"
"Of course I did, Cat. He sleeps right here in the same bed I do. Don't you think it's big enough ... it's king-size."
"Well, yes ... sure it is ... but I mean, after all-brother or not-he's a man you're a woman."
"Yes, he sure is a man ... and he treats me like a woman, he really does ... you couldn't imagine."
"You mean.
"Right on, Cat. Matt and I have been intimate since I was eleven-years-old. Why just fifteen minutes before you arrived he was deeper inside me than anybody or anything has ever been. Would you believe I had the whole shaft of his penis inside me? That's right, the whole damn shaft. I've never been screwed so thoroughly in all my life. It was really a gas!"
Cathy was shocked. She'd never thought that her roommate was so depraved that she'd been having an affair with her own brother.
"But that's ... that's incest ... my God! What if you happened to get pregnant?"
"Hell, Cat. I wish I could, but I don't dare to take the chance. I've been on the pill since I started my periods. When you've got the money, you can get anything, at any age."
Cathy slumped down on the bed and started weeping softly.
"Cat, what's the matter? Please don't cry. You knew I wasn't a virgin. It couldn't matter to you who the man or men were."
"Oh, sure ... I knew. But I didn't know you had this thing with your brother, that you were going to pick it up now that he's back. I thought you and I ... oh, what'll I do now ... you won't want me any longer ... I won't have anybody."
Cathy's shoulders shook as she cried. She buried her face in her hands, her long hair sweeping forward, muffling her sobs. Priscilla sat down and cradled Cathy's face to her bulging breast.
"Silly. It's not over between us. There'll always b-s room for you, Cat. Now stop crying."
Like a foundling child, Cathy pressed her face into the crevice between the tits she loved so well, finding solace in the words Priscilla crooned as she stroked her head.
"Do you really mean that, Pussy? Nothing's changed between us?"
"Yes, love. That's exactly what! mean."
Priscilla wanted to assure Cathy and her sensuous nature knew only one way to accomplish that. Allowing her fingers to creep under the long mane, she gripped the zipper at the back of Cathy's dress and eased it all the way down. As she expected, Cathy wore nothing beneath except a garter belt and nylons. With gentle prodding and careful tugging, she succeeded in removing the taffeta sheath from Cathy's taut body and eased her back on the rumpled bed. Cathy's hair sprayed out in an ebony halo, framing her tear-stained face.
Laying down beside her, Priscilla kissed the entire length of Cathy's trembling body, rolling her over and caressing her everywhere, not missing even the smallest spot. As her cool, full lips touched Cathy's belly, she stopped sobbing and started purring. Soon she was squirming and twisting under the manipulations of Priscilla's mouth.
Within a short time, Priscilla had engulfed one of Cathy's tits in her mouth and was rubbing her clitoris feverishly. Cathy's body arched high, her nylon-encased legs straining the garter belt's fasteners almost to the breaking point. She came, the moisture in her pussy dampening Priscilla's tweaking fingers. But Priscilla wasn't finished. Assuming a position over Cathy's writhing body-head to toe-she straddled Cathy's head with her thighs, then bent forward. She opened Cathy's labia with her fingers and located her enlarged clit. Dipping her head into the moist pussy, she grabbed the pink bud with her teeth, viciously sucking on it. She wrapped her arms around Cathy's spasming thighs and crushed them to both sides of her bobbing head. Hooking her fingers in Cathy's dainty garter belt, Priscilla pulled her wet cunt hard against her mouth and ate Cathy furiously, trying to make her cum.
The shocks of pleasure were almost too much for Cathy. She wanted to reciprocate, needed to reciprocate, but all she could see was the silken crotch of the panties above her face. She licked and bit at Priscilla's bulging vulva encased within the panties. She chewed on the silk crotch feverishly, wanting to taste the warm, hairy pussy inside. She could feel Priscilla's pendulous breasts against her belly, and unable to contain herself any longer, jerked the waistband of the panties down and jammed her head under the silk. With a minimum of wiggling and squirming, she managed to spread Priscilla's cunt wide. Finding the distended clit, she ate Priscilla, her face pushed against the gaping pussy, her arms encircling the blonde's trembling waist.
Neither girl heard the opening of the door or the soft gasp that followed. Both girls came simultaneously, then wound down, licking each other's cunt like playful puppies, one framed by nylon-encased thighs, the other still hidden in Priscilla's stretched panties.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Matt was elated. The Burlington home office of his insurance company had sent advance notice of his arrival to the Belford office. The local manager had fixed him up with a plush office, an efficient, pretty secretary and almost total freedom of action to process his adjustments. The previous adjuster had transferred to Rhode Island, so Matt had the entire region to himself. His case load would be heavy initially due to the interval between the former adjuster's departure and Matt's arrival.
Thumbing through his work file, Matt found several claims pending in Rockford, a few at St. Mary's here in town, and two cases in White Rock. Making a mental note to handle the Rockford cases first-they had been pending the longest-Matt decided not to rush into work right away. He thought it would be best to familiarize himself with the office staff and procedures on his first day on the job.
The office itself was located on the opposite side of town from the girl's college. His house formed the point of a triangle between the two, with the park centrally located and the Parkview section forming the fourth point of a diamond. The downtown shopping area, which the insurance company bordered, wrapped around the park on ail sides except the Parkview side. The Parkview area was the bad part of town, housing most of the poor of Belford. Between Matt's office and the Parkview section was the local colony of professional people.
Although small in comparison to other metropolitan cities, the college community of Belford was a growing town with an abundance of young women. These girls were primarily students at St. Mary's, living off campus. They had a definite effect on the community's economy and as such, were welcomed by the local residents and merchants.
Glancing through the files, Matt noticed that these young women provided the local insurance adjuster with the bulk of his assignments, settling claims for auto accidents and the like. Matt figured that a situation like this could lead to some interesting sidelines, if the girls were willing. He definitely would check them out. New cunt was good for a man, no matter what he had at home.
Thinking along these lines, Matt's interest, was drawn to the girls available at the office, especially his secretary, Joan. She was sitting directly across from him at her desk, typing some correspondence that Matt wanted to send out to the home office. Right off, Matt could tell that she was an advocate of the no-bra fad and favored mod, short-length clothing. Today, she was wearing a white nylon blouse, a brown leather mini-skirt in modish Indian-style, and a pair of knee-length suede moccasins. The moccasins clung softly to her legs with a leather fringe just below her knees.
As she concentrated on her typing, her breasts jiggled .slightly in rhythm with her fingers dancing on the keyboard. Because she had an open-front desk, Matt was able to observe her shapely legs and thighs, her skirt just covering the vee of her crotch, yet exposing the swell of her buttocks where she sat in the chair.
Matt considered exploring this possibility soon. From their initial conversation, he noticed that she had an amiable personality and seemed anxious to please him. His automatic classification of young women placed her in the category of the type that would accept total domination, and smile while being dominated.
Matt forced himself to push Joan from his thoughts, getting up and strolling into the outer area where the insurance company's large clerical staff was busily involved in the daily routine. There were a dozen attractive females on the office staff, some married, some not. Being married didn't disqualify a woman in Matt's assessment of possibilities. He had no qualms about making out with another man's wife. In fact, he preferred that the woman be married, preventing unwanted complications concerning his own unattached status. The idea of impregnating a married woman gave him a particularly exciting thrill. But then, the idea of bloating any female's belly with his child gave Matt an eerie thrill.
Finishing his orientation of the office and his assessment of prospects, Matt decided to return home, taking advantage of his last idle day before jumping into his work. He told Joan that he would be settling the Rockford cases the next day; therefore, he wouldn't return to the office for at least a couple of days. Putting the necessary folders into his briefcase, Matt was about to leave when the manager invited him to share a cup of coffee. Matt did, and left fifteen minutes later, forgetting his briefcase.
He drove home leisurely, slowly anticipating a delicious supper with his sister and her roommate. Priscilla had said a lot about this girl, Cathy, and Matt's curiosity was aroused. He wondered what she'd look like, what kind of personality she had, and a hundred other little things about her. These questions were still floating around in his mind as he pulled into the driveway in front of his house.
Entering the house, he heard sounds coming from the bedroom. Opening the door, Matt was stunned when he found Priscilla and a boy deeply engrossed in wild sucking. Initially mad as hell, he was about to break up their little game when he realized that it wasn't a boy under Priscilla at all. No indeed, for he spied the long mane of flowing black hair dangling from the distended waistband of Priscilla's pink panties. A closer inspection proved that a petite girl was munching on his sister. She was all woman-from her exquisitely-shaped legs to her taut buttocks, bouncing off the mattress as Priscilla sucked her. He noticed her tits, not even slightly flattened, although the girl was lying supine. Matt stood there for a few seconds enjoying the scene before him.
He marveled at the elasticity of Priscilla's panties as the encased head bobbed up and down. Matt didn't think the material could stand much more of that kind of stress. At first glance, it looked like Priscilla was delivering a baby in her panties.
Then his attention drifted to his sister's head buried in the other girl's curly black pubic hair. Priscilla was tearing at the smaller girl's snatch like a bull-dog, sucking the vagina and the distended clitoris. His sister's hair filled the gap between the dark pubic region below and the white garter belt that stayed intact despite the thrashing and sawing. Priscilla had wrapped her arms around the other girl's thighs and was holding the smaller girl's vagina wide open with her fingers, allowing full, unimpaired access to the inner labia and clit.
Neither girl had noticed him, so Matt discreetly eased back out of the bedroom. Just as he closed the door, he heard the dual whine of the girls as they started to cum. Sitting down in the living room, Matt shook his head, grinning.
"That sister of mine is something else. Fucked to the eyeballs not more than two hours ago and she's eating cunt. Have you ever ... " he mused.
But more than that, Matt couldn't get the vision of that exquisite body out of his mind. He realized that she must be the roommate he'd heard so much about, and that he'd been turned on by the lusty animal actions of the smaller girl. He wondered if all of her was small, especially her cunt. Just thinking about it excited him and soon his cock stiffened.
"I'd better get my mind off this," he muttered. "Or else I'll charge back in there and rape her, or go beat my meat."
Shortly thereafter, Matt heard the faint sounds of the shower running and knew that the girls were cleaning up after their orgy. He slipped out the front door, then walked back in noisily to announce his arrival.
"Hey, Pussy! I'm home."
"Hi, Matt. Be out in a minute," Priscilla called back. "Got someone here I want you to meet."
"Okay, Sis. Take your time. I'll fix a couple of drinks. Alexander's all right for you two?"
"Sure thing, we'll just be a second."
Matt whipped up the Brandy Alexander's and then thumbed through a magazine. Fifteen minutes later, the bedroom door opened. Matt looked up and was greeted by a vision of loveliness that was approaching him. Priscilla was clad in the shortest mini-dress he'd ever seen. It was white sharkskin, form-fitting with a sweeping neckline and wide shoulder straps. Standing up, Matt could see the peppermint-pink lacy bodice of the underlying slip. Priscilla looked like she had been poured into her dress, as if her garments were a second skin. Her legs were encased in golden nylons and she was wearing sandals.
Just barely catching his breath from this vision, Matt's gaze moved to the other girl. Although very petite, her beauty was intensified by the contrast with Priscilla. She was wearing a blue taffeta sheath. Her long, black hair was braided into two lengths and draped forward over each shoulder, reaching her hips.
By their appearance, it was impossible to imagine that these girls had been eating each other not more than twenty minutes ago. Only a faint flush on the smaller girl's face and the slightly swollen lips of both remained as vestiges of their recent activities.
"Matt, this is Cathy-my roommate. Cathy, this is Matt-my brother that I've told you so much about."
Matt smiled and handed the girls a drink. Haltingly at first, the conversation picked up after a few more drinks and by the time the girls had prepared dinner, the three of them were talking as freely as old friends. Although not lessening his love and desire for his sister, Matt felt strangely attracted to this beautiful, little girl and evidently she returned this feeling.
Actually, Cathy didn't know what to make of her feelings about Matt. He was a good-looking man and she felt that she could learn to like him very much, in time. But the knowledge that he slept with Priscilla on a steady basis repulsed her. She didn't love Priscilla any less for this though. It all tended to confuse her so she just didn't give it any more thought. She just let the evening run its course and accepted the situation.
Later, Cathy remarked that she would have to get back to the dorm as she hadn't received permission from Mother Superior to remain out after curfew. They discussed the restrictions imposed on the girls at the Catholic college and Matt stated that Cathy could remain overnight anytime she wished since the sofa was convertible.
"That'll allow you to be more relaxed when you visit."
Priscilla was elated that Matt had accepted Cathy so readily. She loved them both and didn't want to lose Cathy as a friend or give up Matt as a lover.
"Matt, would you drive Cathy over to the dorm? It's kind of late and she shouldn't be out. You know there's been a lot of trouble from those gangs in the Parkview section. Just last week they raped a thirteen year old girl who was passing the park after dark."
"Of course. I wouldn't think of letting her walk, Puss."
"I'd appreciate it, Matt," Cathy spoke. "I wouldn't want the first time for me to be at the hands of a whole gang."
Matt noted the reference to virginity and, although his heart skipped a beat at the thought, he let it pass without remark. They had one more drink apiece and then Matt and Cathy left.
Driving slowly, Matt kept stealing sidelong glances at Cathy, remembering how that beautiful face and dark head had been buried inside his sister's panties. He wondered how she'd learned to eat like that if she was still a virgin. He couldn't make himself believe that she might be a lesbian. That would be too much of a shame and a waste of what promised to be a wiry, tight little piece of ass. She had marvelous legs, too. Matt tried to imagine his cock buried in her full lips and, as a result, felt his penis swell in his pants.
"You're an awful pretty girl, Cathy."
The compliment thrilled Cathy, causing her to blush noticeably.
"Why, thank you, Matt. It's kind of you to say so."
"No, not at all. You really are. And you look great in that outfit, too."
"Do you think so ... I thought maybe I'd overdressed a bit, but I don't get a chance to socialize in mixed company very often. When I do, I guess I go overboard."
"No, not really. It's perfect and makes you look good. You know, being a man, I subconsciously assess every female. It's a quirk of mine. Well, anyway, that dress and your beautiful hair helped my assessment a lot."
"How did I rate?"
"High, sweets. High ... but I'd never have pegged you for a virgin. You seem to be more . , . experienced,"
"Well, I can assure you that you're wrong."
Cathy didn't know why she was talking so intimately with Matt. After all, she'd only met him a few hours ago. Put she felt completely at ease with him and didn't blush again until he asked his next question.
"How come a beautiful girl like you has remained a virgin this long, Cat?"
Cathy blushed deeply, not answering.
"I should think some young man would've had you in bed long ago."
"I guess it's because there just haven't been that many opportunities," she whispered. "I've always gone to Catholic girls schools. Until I came to St. Mary's, my parents were always there to scare the boys off."
Matt drove on silently for a few minutes, then a thought flashed in his mind.
"Damn, I forgot my briefcase at the office. I've got to adjust two or three cases in Rockford first thing in the morning. Mind if we detour, Cat? I really need that briefcase."
"No, that's okay, Matt ... there's two hours yet before school curfew ... there's plenty of time."
Reaching his office, Matt parked the car in his assigned slot and turned to Cathy, the germ of an idea working silently in his mind.
"Come on in, I'll show you around. This is my first job since getting out of the Army, and I'm proud as hell of it, want to show it off, really. It'll just take a minute."
Cathy agreed and they entered the darkened building. Leading the way, Matt opened the door to his office and turned on the desk lamp. The office was plush with wall-to-wall deep pile carpet, a large mahogany desk, and two stuffed chairs with a matching couch.
"How do you like it, Cat?"
"This is nice, really nice."
"Yeah, but I won't get to spend too much time here. I'll be out on cases most of the time,"
Cathy wandered around the room, curiously looking at the furnishings. She noticed a large picture over the couch. It looked like an oil. Being an art major, she was interested, but the dim light wasn't enough to recognize whether or not it was an original.
"Is this an original, Matt?"
"That it is-a Monet. There's a light mounted on the frame above it. Turn it on and look at it closer if you want to."
Cathy tried to reach the now visible little chain dangling from the light fixture, but couldn't reach it. She kicked off her pumps and climbed up on the couch cushions. She turned on the light and studied the painting with interest. Matt crossed the room and looked, also. He wasn't looking at the painting, however. His eyes were running up the outline of her stretched legs and thighs where they disappeared under the hem of her dress. He was fascinated by the way the rays of light from the desk lamp glistened on her nylons. He had an urge to reach up under her dress and touch her panties. He knew now that he wanted this girl, that he wouldn't wait any longer. He wanted to rid her of her cumbersome virginity and initiate her into the world of sex. He wanted to defile this girl and rid her of the prim and neat aurora she radiated.
Matt was about to reach out and grab Cathy when her foot slipped between the cushions of the couch, causing her to lose her balance and fall. He tried to catch her, but his hands slipped on the taffeta material. She fell to the floor backwards, striking her head with a muted thud. She lay there on her back, dazed, her feet still up on the couch cushions. Her dress had slid up her thighs, bunched now around her hips and across her flat belly. Matt was staring down at the hairy triangle of her exposed cunt, naked in all its glory-framed by the nylon stocking tops and the white garter belt. Cathy moaned softly, her eyes starting to focus. She wasn't hurt, merely stunned.
Matt continued to stare at the pussy before him, excitement racing madly through his bloodstream. His desires in the car rushed back into his conscious mind as he subconsciously began to remove his clothing. Soon, naked with his penis standing out, he stood over her body and looked down.
Cathy's eyes focused and all she could see was Matt standing over her, completely naked. He was in a full state of arousal with his cock jerking at her in a lewd demand for inspection. Matt was really hung and she seemed to be hypnotized by the throbbing, quivering cock above her.
He eased her legs to the floor, then taking her hands in his, pulled her to her knees, the taffeta dress dropping back, covering her cunt. She knelt there quietly as he reached around and unfastened her dress. While he was doing this, his cock prodded eagerly within inches of her face. She continued to stare at it as if in a trance. Her body shivered lightly as a wash of cool air struck her nakedness when Matt pulled her dress off and tossed it to the couch.
Placing one hand behind Cathy's head, Matt stood astride her thighs and slowly moved closer and closer. With his other hand, he grasped his bulging penis and pulled the foreskin back, fully freeing his cock-head. Cathy didn't move, didn't twitch, didn't speak. She just knelt there, staring. The throbbing head touched her lips. Matt moved it from side to side, from one corner of her mouth to the other, letting it graze over her lipstick-coated lips. He slowly increased the pressure on the back of her head, his cock seeking an entry into her mouth.
As if by design, Cathy's lips slowly opened without resistance and the throbbing penis slid over her quivering lips, grazing her teeth, into her warm mouth. When her teeth slipped over the rim of his cock, Matt stopped its forward movement, letting Cathy taste and grow accustomed to it. Without being told, Cathy began to gently nibble on the head and drew on it as she would a straw, her cheeks hollowing and filling with each suck. Matt released his hold on the back of her head and grasped a braid of hair in each hand. Cathy's excitement grew as she increased the intensity of her sucking. She was blowing his cock, her hands stroking the backs of his thighs and the cheeks of his ass in her excitement.
Matt started a slow, rocking motion, back and forth, the rim of his cockhead scraping her teeth in both directions. Each time he rocked forward, he tugged on the braids and pulled her head closer to his crotch, his cock slipping further and further in. Matt was carried away with his debasement of this beautiful virgin and wouldn't relent, even when she gagged. His cock seemed to swell larger and larger, filling her mouth, still swelling. Still he humped forward, pulling on her braids; his penis sliding onto and over her tongue, heading for her throat. Cathy felt that he'd stop and let her suck him off-but Matt pressed on. Cathy couldn't swallow. She found that by breathing through her nose, she wouldn't gag and could get enough air to breathe. She wasn't able to suck him any longer because his cock was entering her throat. All she could do was press upward with her tongue against the fleshy shaft as it jerked in and out.
With a sudden hard jerk on her braids and a sharp forward movement of his pelvis, Matt slid into her throat, up to the hilt. Her lips were mashed against the pubic hair at the base of his cock. Cathy's throat constricted, milking the bulging knob trapped within. Matt wrapped his arms around her head and hugged her to his crotch as the pleasure of the constricting throat momentarily crazed him. He could feel the semen boiling in his balls and knew that he was going to shoot off very shortly. He wanted to cum, he wanted to cum in her mouth, down her throat. He wanted to know that his sperm was in her belly, put there the hard way. Matt pulled his cock out of her small throat and eased it back until his cockhead contacted the back of her teeth. He had intended to fuck her mouth slowly, but his sperm started to race from his scrotum when Cathy reached up and grasped his dangling testicles, massaging them in a firm, yet delicate manner.
The shock of her velvety touch caused Matt to drive forward hard and sharp, replacing his cock deep within her throat. That's when the semen boiled down his shaft and shot out of the bursting knob. Scalding cum streamed down Cathy's throat. She had to swallow or drown. The penis spurted rapidly as Matt rocked violently in and out of her mouth, pulling her head to his stomach and discharging at the end of each inward stroke. He pulled his penis almost out of her mouth.
"Suck me dry, little girl. Suck me dry!" he rasped.
Cathy didn't need any orders. She had an insane craving for his cum. She squeezed his testicles and sucked as hard as she could on the hard penis. At last, she was rewarded with a tiny secondary spurt of sperm, the final bit left in his sac. She swallowed it greedily and masticated the slowly deflating penis, fruitlessly searching for more of his hot cum.
Completely exhausted, Matt fell back on the couch. Even in the Far East he'd never gotten a head job where the girl could take his whole length. It had drained him-he couldn't even speak. Cathy, on the other hand, was still on fire with desire. She crept over to Matt on her knees. With one of his legs jammed between hers, she started rubbing her vagina up and down his hairy leg. Trying to arouse Matt, she licked his dangling penis and rolled his testicles in her hand.
A few minutes of this action inflamed Cathy's aroused passion. Her cunt was burning and juicy from the friction and itched terribly inside. She wanted that cock in her, wanted to rid herself of her virginal status. She wanted Matt to stick his cock into her and fuck her. Cathy lifted it up, took his testicles in her hand and clamped her mouth over the entire sac. Then she started chewing them lightly, using her tongue to roll the two balls around in her mouth. Her labors were rewarded as his cock surged back to life. Matt thrashed about on the couch in crazed ecstasy, flames of desire rekindled. The gnawing of Cathy's insistent mouth soon had him ready to continue.
Pulling Cathy off his balls, he reached down with both hands and pinched her nipples. He pinched hard and gave each one a savage twist.
"Oooowwww!!" she screamed, the pain shooting into her chest. She fell back onto the rug, her fingers fluttering over her bruised breasts like butterflies as she tried to soothe them.
Matt was relentless. He swooped to the floor beside her on his knees. Brushing her fluttering fingers away, he continued to brutalize her nipples, alternately pinching them hard, and biting them savagely. Cathy screamed louder and louder. She beat at his head and his cruel fingers, but couldn't stop Matt's brutality. The pain mounted higher and became unbearable. She cried, tears coursing over her cheeks.
"Stop ... Matt ... please stop ... oh God ... the pain ... stop!"
Matt crawled between her writhing legs, still punishing her small tits. Reaching the superior position, he pushed her arms away and slapped each tit hard, causing more screams and tears. The upright cones had turned pink. Cathy's whole body shook and trembled with shock. Matt knew that he could punish her no longer. But he'd achieved the results he'd wanted, for Cathy's pussy was sopping with moisture, beads of viscous fluid glistening at the vaginal mouth; the outer labia fully swollen.
With a swift, practiced move, he placed the head of his stiff cock at the mouth of her cunt and reached under her hips. He jammed a stiffened finger into her rectum.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" Cathy lurched up off the rug, this new pain setting fire to her entire ass. As her pelvis rose, Matt hunched forward; slamming his cock into her pussy, bursting her hymen and impaling her deeply.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!!" Cathy screamed hysterically as she felt the cock violate the very core of her being. She bordered on total capitulation to pain. Pain seared her breast, her ass, and now her cunt. She could bear it no longer, she passed out.
Matt slowed his penetration of her ass and cunt until Cathy revived. As her eyes came back into focus, he started a gentle, short-stroking and soon pleasurable waves muted the pain in her vagina. She found that by gaping her legs wide, she could further ease the pain hi her box. However, this increased her anal pain. Matt's stroking picked up speed. She drew her knees up, trying to ease the pain caused by the questing finger in her tight asshole.
As Matt's mouth closed over each of her breasts in turn, and laved them with his tongue, she moaned with pleasure. Soon Cathy began to concentrate on the rhythm of his thrusting, the pain was still present, but was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure.
Matt, too, had pain. He'd never fucked such a small cunt before. It was as tight as a glove and in its excitement, was feeding on his shaft, practically chewing on it. He probed with cock and finger, feeling one with the other through the membrane wall within Cathy. Even her ass was tight. Her tits thrilled to his oral ministrations, the nipples turning hard. Cathy alternately arched up on her shoulders and heels, then drew her knees up to her chest in rhythm with his strokes. Matt dared not grasp her heels and pull them over his shoulders for fear that he would tear her. She was just too tight for any further penetration.
Cathy felt the first trembles of orgasm. As Matt set the pace even faster, her taut buttocks slammed off the rug, her pelvis leaping up to meet Matt's savage downstroke. Flesh slapped against flesh in staccato rhythm. She peaked, slowly at first, then rapidly.
"Ooohhh fffu-uckkk mmee, ffu-uckk mmee," she screamed in a whine, the first cum slamming through her body; followed by another and another; each more intense than the previous one. In her wild thrashing, her hand grasped Matt's testicles pounding against her crotch. She squeezed them savagely.
Matt shot off. With each savage squeeze his balls released another jet of sperm. It boiled through his shaft and jetted into her vagina. Spurt after spurt of hot, white cum shot from his cock into her tight cunt. Some dribbled out and ran down her asshole.
They both continued humping until her pussy rejected his deflating penis. Matt flopped over on his back beside her as if in a coma. He kissed Cathy deeply and then they both lay back.
Soon, strength returned to Matt. He sat up and surveyed the damage. Cathy's entire pubic area was coated with a mixture of blood and semen, his testicles and penis looked the same. The office reeked with the funky odor of their lovemaking. He picked Cathy up and carried her to the washroom where they cleaned up as best they could with paper towels and toilet paper.
Getting dressed, Cathy could hardly stand for the taffeta material to touch her breasts; they ached so badly from Matt's savage abuse. He noticed her wincing in pain and felt sorry.
"Cathy, Cathy ... I'm sorry ... I got carried away. I didn't meant to hurt you so bad ... I don't know what came over me." She tried to pull her zipper up, but found that she couldn't stand the pressure against her breast. Her nipples were so sensitive. Leaving her dress hanging open, she tried to smile, but didn't quite make it.
"It's all right, Matt. Secretly I wanted you to take me. I just got a little more than I bargained for ... Oooohhh, gosh-my titties hurt ... wish I'd worn a bra, maybe it would help."
Matt dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted the hem of her dress. Pulling the taffeta up high, he bent forward and kissed her cunt, tenderly whispering his concern.
"Forgive me, sweetheart ... forgive me, please." Cathy stepped back, reaching her hand out to him. "Take me to the dorm, Matt ... It's getting real late."
"Can you forgive me, Cathy?"
"I'll try."
Matt got to his feet and escorted her back to the car. He was careful not to forget his briefcase this time, tossing it in the back seat when they reached his car. He took the most direct route to the college, realizing it was even later than he'd thought.
Matt delivered her to the dorm about five minutes prior to curfew. He was still feeling sorry for her, especially when she kissed him, then hoarsely whispered, "I love you."
She walked brokenly into the building, her dress half-open and hanging sloppily from her shoulders. He was sorry, but he was also elated that he had made a woman out of her, had forced total capitulation from her, had punished her to establish his mastery. He knew that he would make love to her again, soon. In fact, he realized that he was falling in love with her, wanting more than just sex with her.
Driving back to his house, he thought of Priscilla and the complications that had arisen. Matt had a problem there, and he didn't know what to do about it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Matt spent the entire day with conflict racing though his mind. How could he reconcile his desire for Cathy with his love for Priscilla? He lusted for his sister no less than before, but he wanted Cathy, also. He needed both girls. This turmoil was uppermost in his mind while he conducted his business in Rock-ford.
Fortunately, Priscilla had been asleep when he'd returned the previous evening. She was still sleeping when he'd left this morning. He wondered what would transpire between the two girls when they met in classes today. He really wondered what Priscilla would say or do when he returned home this evening. Having violated Priscilla's trust by making love to her best friend, he wasn't too anxious to return.
Actually, Priscilla had no misgivings about the night before. Having consumed an unusual amount of alcohol, she'd felt drowsy and went to bed soon after Matt and Cathy had left. She hadn't awakened until morning, with just enough time to dress and get to classes.
Cathy didn't overtly avoid Priscilla between classes, but she managed to avoid any confrontation beyond a casual wave and a smile as they passed in the corridors. Her luck ran out though, when Priscilla cornered her and insisted that she come over to the house after classes to help with a term paper that Priscilla had to submit very shortly. Cathy couldn't refuse, so she agreed to accompany Priscilla home.
The girls were about finished compiling notes and outlining the paper when Priscilla spoke out.
"What's wrong, Cat? You've hardly spoken a word all day."
Cathy's face flushed a deep red.
"I've got a sore throat, Pussy," she grated.
"How come, Cat? You were okay when you left last night."
Cathy couldn't hide what'd happened from Priscilla any longer. She couldn't carry her feelings of guilt for another minute. She felt compelled to tell Priscilla everything, yet she didn't want to hurt her best friend.
"Oh, Pussy! I'm so ashamed ... I don't want to tell you, but I can't hide it any longer," she cried out hoarsely.
"What is it, love? What is it you have to tell me?"
Priscilla couldn't imagine what could possibly be worrying Cathy so.
"It's Matt and ... I ... we ... well, we made ... that is, we made love last night ... on the way to the dorm ... "
"Wha-at?"
"Yes, we made love ... I don't think either one of us meant for it to happen ... but it did."
Priscilla was shocked as Cathy blurted out the details of Matt's ravishment of her virginity. She didn't get mad, she was just stunned.
"Oh, Pussy! I'm so sorry it happened. And the worst part is that I think I'm in love with Matt."
Priscilla took this news in stride and said nothing. Moments later she took Cathy's hands in hers and looked her in the eyes.
"Cat, it's all right. I mean I understand-I love Matt and I love you, too ... if this won't interfere with our relationship, I mean, if you still feel the same way about me-then there's no problem."
"Do you really mean that, Pussy? You're not mad at me?"
"Of course I mean it, silly. We can share Matt. After all, there's enough man there to go around. We may have trouble convincing Matt of that, though."
The girls melted into each other's arms and kissed, happy that they were still the best of friends. Hugging her friend tenderly, Priscilla asked for all the details of Cathy's initial experience with a man. Cathy told her everything; the initial fall from the couch, Matt's reaction, his punishment of her breasts and anus, and the actual defloration. She blushed deeply again, when recounting the details of taking Matt in her mouth and his cuming in her throat, but held nothing back.
"Oh, Cathy! God! That must've terrorized you!"
"No, not really. I've been down that road before."
"You're kidding. You mean you've had a penis in your mouth and still remained a virgin? How in hell did you manage that?"
"Believe me, it wasn't easy ... ! was in high school at the time. You know how strict my parents are concerning boys. Well, they used to send me to Mother's cousin, Rita, to spend the summer. She and her husband, Carl, own a large ranch in Wyoming. I guess she figured I couldn't get in any trouble out there, and she was right-I couldn't. There wasn't a boy around for a hundred miles; the only men being Carl and his crew, no male under forty, not even a girl, except for Rita. I spent most of my time riding horses and being bored to tears. But I didn't have any choice in the matter."
"Go on, tell me. How did you end up giving head?"
"I'm getting to that ... I'd been there for about three weeks and I was ready to scream, I was so bored. It was a Saturday night and Carl and Rita had gone to a party in the nearest town. I'd stayed at the ranch because my mother had told Rita that I wasn't to associate with any boys my age. I remember that I was propped up on the bed, reading, when I heard Carl's car pulling into the driveway out front. Since it was the middle of July and hotter than hell, I hadn't bothered to pull any covers over me. I was wearing a little of nothing, just, a scanty nightgown. Rita must've gone straight to bed, but Carl had stayed downstairs for a nightcap. Not that he needed one; he was tanked, as I found out later."
"Get on with it. What happened next?"
Priscilla was caught up in the story. She was able to picture the entire scene; the ranch, the middle-aged man, and the innocent girl about to experience a bout with sex.
"Anyway, I got tired of reading, so I shut off my bed lamp and dozed off. The next thing I knew there was someone stumbling onto my bed. It was Carl and he was drunk. He thought he was in his own bedroom because he grabbed me and called me Rita. I was never so damn scared in my life. I was too scared to cry out. Carl must've known I wasn't Rita when he reached out and grabbed my breast, finding my little tit instead of Rita's full one."
"I'll bet you almost pissed in your panties ... oh hell, that's right, you weren't wearing any-you never do," Priscilla giggled.
"It wasn't funny to me at the time, but you're right-I wasn't wearing any, and that's what got me into trouble ... that and the fact that Carl was hornier than a bull, expecting to make love to his wife. Anyway, I gasped when his hand clamped over my tit, then I pushed him away and turned on the lamp. Carl was naked. He blinked at me, then slowly realized where he was. He started to mumble an apology and get up off the bed, but changed his mind suddenly. I was staring in horror at what was the longest penis I'd ever seen; in real life or books. You know, Pussy, it wasn't much thicker than a normal prick, but it was so damn long you could almost use it for a flagpole; and it had an ugly circumcised head. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, I was completely terrified. With his eyes getting accustomed to the light, he noticed that literally nothing was covering my body. Hell, you could see me right through that skimpy thing, my titties, my nipples, even my dark pussy hair. Everything was in plain sight and Carl must've decided he wanted it. He gave me a hard look and growled that I'd better not wake Rita or he'd say that I'd invited him in. I figured she'd probably believe him because of the things Mother told her; the reasons why she'd sent me there in the first place."
"Never mind that, tell me what he did next."
Priscilla was anxious to hear the rest of the tale, especially the part about Cathy taking a cock in her mouth.
"Deciding to take advantage of me, Carl dropped back to the bed and started fondling my trembling body. He played with my tiny breasts for awhile, then he started stroking me all over the pussy while kissing my nipples and tummy. I didn't feel too much, though, until he ripped my nightie off and repeated the process on my naked flesh. Then in spite of myself, I started enjoying his attentions, though I was still scared shitless. When he poked his tongue into my navel and licked around, I couldn't help myself. I cradled his head to my tummy and opened my legs so he could really get at my pussy. His stroking hand was driving me wild down there and I didn't care what he did from then on. I just wanted something to end the itching inside. Well, he finally got to his knees and climbed between my legs. That monstrous cock was touching my pussy even though he hadn't pushed close yet. He took hold of it and rubbed it up and down my slit, vainly trying to find the opening to my vagina. He must've grazed over it a dozen times, but he was too drunk to realize it.
"The horror of having that monster pushed into me snapped me back to reality. I begged him not to put it in me, crying softly that I'd never done anything like that before, and that he was too big for a little girl like me. I guess I got through to him because he asked me if I'd give him some head instead, I didn't know what he was talking about, but figured anything would be better than being split open by that ugly cock. So I agreed. The next thing I knew, he was standing by the bed, pulling me off of it. He made me kneel on the floor and stood spraddle-legged in front of me, his cock standing straight out, inches from my face. He told me to touch him, taking my hand and placing it over his prick. I touched the tip of it with a finger and he gasped. I noticed a drop of fluid beading at the hole in the tip and ran my finger over it, smearing it over the ugly, purple cockhead. Carl just stood there, gasping like a fish. Then he put one hand behind my neck under my hair and pulled me toward him, telling me to open my mouth."
"I'll bet you knew what he had in mind then."
"I did, but I didn't know how I could prevent doing it. If I refused, he'd probably fuck me. I didn't want that, so I opened my mouth, just as his cock touched my lips. He kept pulling my head toward him until the whole head was in my mouth. I wanted to gag-I did gag a few times-but Carl didn't pay any attention. He was too busy rocking back and forth, using my mouth like a vagina. He made me hold the shaft like a banana and told me to suck, suck harder than I'd ever sucked before. I did like he wanted and found myself caught up in his excitement.
"By scraping my teeth lightly on the cockhead, I could make him gasp and tremble. I was really in control, forgetting about the fact that he was building to climax. Believe me when I tell you, it shocked the hell out of me when he shot his wad into my mouth. I'd just clamped my teeth behind the rim of his knob and was sucking on it hungrily. I felt the knob swell up, but didn't think anything of it. All of a sudden, my mouth was full of semen."
"You know what they say: some hot milk before going to sleep." Priscilla laughed.
"Hot milk wasn't the word for it. That bastard was standing there trembling on his toes, humming like power lines in the wind, and shooting his juice into my mouth a mile a minute. He was hugging my head for dear life, so I couldn't pull away. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to let his gunk run out, but some of it slipped past my tongue and trickled down my throat. I had to swallow. Most of it ran over my lips and down my chin, splashing down on my breast and turn my.
"It was a terrible mess. Then the dirty rat made me lick his penis clean before he staggered out of my room, telling me that he wanted more of the same the next night. To make matters worse, I retched for at least fifteen minutes after he left. You can imagine the mess I had to clean up, off me and the floor."
"What does a man's cum taste like?" Priscilla asked.
"Oh, it's not so bad, really. You kind of get used to it, if you, take it enough. God knows, I developed a craving for it by the end of that summer."
"Then he did come back the next night?"
"The next night and every damn night after that for three months. Sometimes he'd wake me up at three and four in the morning, just to make me blow him. He always threatened to tell Rita if I didn't do it, and I was scared enough to believe him. Before the summer was over, he'd made me suck him in the barn, the bunkhouse, and just about every damn building at the ranch during the day, and still he'd slip into my bedroom at night for some more head. It wasn't long before I developed a taste for his semen and started swallowing the whole load. It was easier than cleaning up that way, and we weren't leaving any traces for Rita to find."
"Didn't she get suspicious? I mean, he couldn't have been sleeping with her very much, what with you blowing him once or twice a day."
"I don't know how he did it, but he had her completely fooled. Quite a few times he'd slip into my room with the smell and taste of Rita still on his cock. He especially liked to put his dong in my mouth after screwing Rita. I'd have to suck him until his prick would get hard."
"Sort of like sloppy seconds?" Priscilla chided.
"It sure was. I'd get sick to my stomach cleaning Rita off his cock. He got to where he wouldn't even clean up a bit after they fucked. He'd just wait until she went to sleep, then he'd come and I'd have to lick him clean, suck him until he got hard, then give him head until he came into my mouth. Then, to top it all off, I'd have to clean him all over again."
"Sounds like one hell of a merry-go-round."
"It was, and there was no getting off for me, either."
"Didn't he ever try to screw you, Cathy?"
"No, not after that first night. He might as well have, though, for all the good it did me."
"Why?"
"Because he started feeding me more and more of that long dick of his. By the time I went home in August, he was able to run the whole damn thing into my throat and shoot his load directly into my stomach. He said he'd stretched out my throat and now I could take anything any man could offer, up to the hilt. Sometimes he'd have a little trouble pulling back out when he was jammed all the way in, but he didn't care. He'd just keep pumping juice into me until my throat relaxed and released him."
"God! I can't imagine what that would feel like."
"I guess it's like anything else-get enough practice and you become an expert. You might say I was the best cocksucker west of the Mississippi." Cathy sounded a bit remorseful as she continued, "And still a damn virgin, to boot."
Priscilla agreed that it'd been a sorry situation. She'd never realized that Cathy had been through so much or for that matter, had been subjected to such a thing while so young. She pressed Cathy for the rest of the story.
"Did you have to go back the next summer?"
"Hell, yes! Dear Mother thought she was protecting me by making me go back and I couldn't tell her different. I went back, not only the next summer, but every summer after that before I came to St. Mary's."
"And naturally Carl picked up where he'd left off?"
"He sure did. He didn't waste a minute, either. When I stepped off the train, he was standing there alone, waiting and smiling. Rita hadn't come into town with him, she was out at the ranch. He'd brought in the pickup truck to fetch me and my luggage. Would you believe ... I had to suck him off twice during the two-hour drive to the ranch?"
"No!"
"Sure did. We'd hardly gotten past the city limits when he demanded the first blow job. He didn't even slow down while I fished that long cock out of his pants and gobbled him. An hour later, the same thing. Two o'clock in the morning he popped into my room for a quick bit of head, hurting my throat as he pushed in. After being out of practice during the school year, I wasn't prepared for taking his full length. But that didn't stop him. He shoved it down my throat and drained his balls. Business as usual."
"And you had to endure that every summer?"
"No, the worst part hadn't happened yet."
"Something could've been worse than being treated as an oral receptacle for that madman's lust?"
"Oh, I got so I didn't mind giving him head. Actually, I craved his sperm as I told you. It got to the point where I used to trap him around the ranch and suck him off whether or not he wanted to. When he tried to deny me his cum, I'd threaten to tell Rita and he'd give in. I guess I went down on him sixty or seventy times during that first month. It was more than he could take and he started falling off, what with me sucking the vitality out of him as much as five times a day."
"Well, I'll be damned, Cat. You turned the tables on the old bastard."
"Yes, but it didn't do me any good. He got stinking drunk one night and blurted out the whole damn affair to Rita. She got mad as hell and told him she'd have him jailed for life if he so much as looked at me from then on."
"Did he stay away from you after that?"
"Yes, he was scared of Rita and didn't want to push her any further. Of course, I was addicted, hooked on cum by that time. Whenever he was careless and gave me the opportunity I'd trap him and demand that he let me suck him off, threatening to tell Rita that he'd come to me. I'd get what I wanted, but he would be extra cautious afterward. Toward the end of that summer, Rita called me into her room one afternoon after Carl and the crew had gone out on a three-day fence mending trip. I still didn't know that she'd been told about Carl's activities with me. When I walked into her room she was lying on the bed in her slip, her head propped up on a bunch of pillows. She was smiling and told me to come over and sit at the foot of the bed, that she wanted to talk to me about something very important. I couldn't imagine what it was she wanted to talk about. But I did as she wanted and sat down by her toes. Then the bomb fell.
"She told me that she knew all about what had been going on between Carl and me. Shocked by her words, I just sat there while she continued. She said she hadn't decided whether or not to tell my mother about it, that she was really hurt over my carrying on with her husband, and that she couldn't understand how a girl as young as I could do what I'd done with a man as old as Carl. I started crying, begging for forgiveness and promising to stay away from Carl. I pleaded with her not to tell my mother."
"I'll bet she was raving at you, wasn't she?"
"No, just the opposite. She was talking soft and pleasant, and smiling the whole time. Even when she told me that Carl hadn't been able to treat her as a wife for over a month, she didn't stop smiling. I told her I was sorry and that I'd do anything to make it up to her. That's when I found out just what she had in mind for me. I sat there crying and staring in disbelief as she pulled down the shoulder straps of her slip, exposing her ponderous breasts. Then she rucked up the slip's hem, exposing her naked hips and vagina. She bent her knees all the way back to her breasts, her legs wide apart and sticking up in the air. Her toes were pressed together. I'll never forget how she looked at that minute. Staring me straight in the face was the biggest, hairiest crotch I'd ever seen, the vagina gaping open. She told me that I owed her six weeks of loving and I could start paying right then.
"I stuttered that I didn't know what she meant, and she told me in detail what I was to do. I was to kiss her pussy and lick it, locate her clitoris and suck it as hard as I had Carl's cock. When I protested, she offered to telephone my mother and tell her all about what I'd done. I gave in without a fight. Letting her talk me into position, I crawled up on the bed and brought my mouth close to her cunt. Stopping within inches of her pussy, I examined it and her bottom. It looked like the mouth of some horrible creature right out of a nightmare. Actually, the first pussy I'd ever seen in any detail. Just below her slit her rectum seemed to wink at me, gloating in the misery that washed through me."
"So you had to muff the wife in payment for gobbling her husband. Sounds like poetic justice."
"Yes, I had to muff her ... Jesus, how I had to muff her. She made me go the whole route. I licked her, sucked her, tongued her, washed her thighs with my tongue, chewed her pubic hair, nipped her clitoris and sucked it too. That wasn't so bad, I found out. But when she made me lick out her rectum and wash her ass with my tongue, I thought I would die. When Rita peaked, she practically opened up like a flower. Then she would try to pull my head into her gaping vagina and damn near suffocate me. I'm telling you, it was something else."
"Did she ever reciprocate? You know, a bit of sixty-nine?"
"No, never. She always played the passive role, letting me do all the work. All she ever did was play with her own tits while I ate her box. Anyway, I spent the rest of that summer and the next one eating her and blowing Car!, whenever I could trap him. I got so I didn't mind the routine except for the times when I'd have to eat Rita right after Carl had slept with her. I think she did this on purpose. Can you imagine? She'd have Carl pump her full of semen before he went to work in the morning and as soon as he left she'd call me in for a muff-diving session; the slop still oozing out of her vagina. God! How I hated her those times. You can't imagine how sickening it was for me to have to clean her out. The worst part was that I still craved that damn juice, even if it was second-hand ... well, that's the story of my downfall and initiation into the weird world of adult sex, Pussy. And the real weird part of it is the fact that I never experienced a climax of my own during the whole time."
"You didn't?"
"No. I peaked for the first time with you, Pussy. I guess that's why I fell in love with you. You're the first one that ever cared whether or not I enjoyed sex. The others just used me to pleasure themselves."
"Gosh, Cathy. That's terrible ... but exciting to listen to. To think that Matt and I picked up where Carl and Rita left off, and Matt took your maidenhead to boot ... oh hell, what's wrong with me. I've gotten so interested, I've forgotten all about your poor, bruised body. I've got some real soothing salve that should fix you up. Let me get it and I'll make you feel a lot better."
They went into the bedroom where Cathy gingerly removed her clothes. Priscilla gasped when Cathy removed her bra. She'd placed wads of cotton in the cups to keep the material from coming in contact with her damaged nipples. Her breasts were bruised black and blue. Upon closer inspection, Priscilla could see the reddened opening to the anus and the bruises on Cathy's inner thighs and pelvis from Matt's pounding. She had Cathy get on the bed, then applied a cool, soothing cream. She greased Cathy's asshole and vaginal opening with tender care, then with a feather touch, applied the balm to Cathy's tender breasts.
"Pussy, I need to show that I love you. Please! Take your panties off and sit over my face, please!"
Priscilla knew that Cathy was in earnest. She also knew that she couldn't reciprocate because Cathy's body was too sore after her bout with Matt. Cathy needed to atone for last night and Priscilla was boiling with lust after hearing the details of Cathy's misadventures. She quickly slipped her panties off, pulled up her short skirt and slip beneath, then squatted over Cathy's head. Cathy parted the vaginal lips and spotted the small, protruding nerve center in Priscilla's gaping pussy-the clitoris.
"You're so wet, Pussy!"
Pushing her cunt down on the awaiting mouth, Priscilla sang out lustily.
"Taste me-lick me-suck me-eat me, you depraved bitch, you!"
Cathy drew in the pearl knob and sucked on it arduously, while titillating the hairy cunt and the asshole behind it. In a short time, Priscilla came, her cunt swelling over the lips of Cathy's hungry mouth. As the spasms shook her, Priscilla dropped full force down on Cathy's face, nearly suffocating her.
Rolling off Cathy's face, Priscilla scrambled around and took Cathy's head in her hands.
"Quick, love-kiss me-kiss me hard, I want to see what I taste like."
She bent down and they kissed, open-mouthed, Priscilla licking the musky moisture from Cathy's tongue and lips.
"Mmmmmm, that's pretty good. I dig that taste. Wish my spine was made of rubber so I could suck my own pussy once in awhile."
Cathy was pleased that Priscilla was happy. She bent over and laved Priscilla's cunt for a. few seconds, then they both kissed again and got dressed.
Finishing up the term paper, Cathy returned to the dormitory. Her throat was still raw but Priscilla's salve had almost completely eased her other pain. And she was happy, happy that she hadn't lost her best friend.
Matt returned home late that evening, still wary of facing his sister. She smiled as he came in, kissing him at the door. Matt washed up and slipped into some casual clothes. They sat down to dinner and talked idly for a moment or two when, without warning, Priscilla let the cat out of the bag.
"I had a long talk with Cathy today."
"Really," Matt almost choked on his food. "What did she have to say?"
"Matthew, stop fooling around! Cathy told me everything that happened last night ... and I'm mad, dammit!"
"Pussy, honey. I'm sorry ... honest I am. I didn't mean for it to happen. You know that I love you, I wouldn't do anything in the world to hurt you. But dammit, Cathy was just too much for me. I had to have her and I took her-I'm sorry."
"Cathy tells me she's in love with you, Matt."
This bit of news thrilled Matt but he didn't want Priscilla to know it.
"How do you feel about that, Pussy?"
"Oh, Matt. I don't mind sharing you with her, I just don't want to lose you."
"That'll never happen, Sis. We go back too far."
"There's something I haven't told you, Matt. Cathy and I, well we have a thing between us, also ... "
"I know, honey. I walked in on the two of you yesterday while you were doing the sixty-nine. I guess that's what turned me on, seeing her head buried in your panties and all."
Priscilla blushed, realizing he'd actually witnessed that episode.
"Damn, I didn't know you'd seen us. But can you love either one of us, knowing we communicate the way we do?"
"I believe I can, Sis. At least I'll give it a try. There won't be any more secrets between us, okay?"
Priscilla stood up and touched Matt's cheek.
"Okay. But I'm still mad as hell at you, Matt."
"Why?"
"Because Cathy told me in detail what you did last night. You never did half that much with me. Has she got something I haven't?"
Matt assured her that she didn't and together they cleaned up the kitchen. He offered to prove that anything given to Cathy was hers also. She took him up on it. In fact, that's what she'd wanted all along. Her earlier suck by Cathy hadn't given her a totally satisfactory release. She wanted Matt in her, needed to feel his cock fucking her cunt. She just wanted him to use her, feel his juices coursing through her. They decided to retire early and do their thing.
Matt was on the bed when Priscilla stepped from the shower and entered the bedroom. Neither of them had bothered to put on any night clothes. Priscilla crossed the room, her large breasts swaying gently, the silver dollar-sized areoles drawing Matt's eyes like a magnet. He never ceased wondering at Priscilla's tits, especially those nipples. Just remembering how they would swell and stretch when sucked, and how they elongated grotesquely when pulled, turned him on. Big as they were, they showed no signs of drooping. His gaze dropped to the silken triangle at the vee of her pelvis. He never tired of her cunt although he'd been sticking it since she was eleven. He loved Priscilla and would've married her long ago, if the law had allowed it.
They went through the usual preliminaries on the bed, exciting each other to fever pitch. Matt sucked her nipples, fingering her pussy, and licking her all over her body. Priscilla fondled Matt in return, but he was the master of the situation, turning her this way and that. It was when lie was sucking each of her toes and stroking the insides of her thighs that she begged him to tuck her.
"Please, Matt. Put it in me ... screw me, honey ... rip my bush ... tear my cunt ... for God's sake ... FUCK ME!"
"I'll fuck you-but not how you expect it. Roll over on your hands and knees!"
She did as he instructed. He pushed the pillows under her belly to elevate her ass as high as possible, turning her so she faced the side of the bed, her knees near the edge. Matt then stood on the floor behind her and began to manipulate her soft buttocks. He'd dog-fucked her many times and Priscilla felt a bit of disappointment in that Matt wasn't going to do anything more original than that. Matt was stroking her cunt and dragging his hand across her highly sensitive crotch, smearing her own moisture on the opening to her rectum. This was driving Priscilla wild.
"For God's sake, Matt ... stick it in me!"
Matt lined himself up, then grasped both of her shoulders roughly and lunged forward.
"Eeeeoooowwww!!" Priscilla screamed, a pain she'd never felt before bursting through her intestines. Now she knew what Matt had meant by not expecting it. He hadn't pushed his cock into her vagina as she'd expected, but instead had rammed his prick into her asshole. Only her own cunt moisture passed for a lubricant during the initial entry. Once inside the nether ring, his bulging cock had coursed its way up into her dry colon, causing the searing, blinding pain which had totally paralyzed her. She couldn't move, it hurt so much.
Feeling his balls swing against her outstretched thighs and slap against her moist vagina, Matt knew that he was in up to the root. His cock was swollen by the raw friction of her tight asshole. Priscilla hadn't had anything bigger or longer than a finger in her ass before and he knew that she'd have to be ass-fucked a few more times before her hole would stretch comfortably.
He released her shoulders and reached beneath her straining, unmoving arms to grasp her breasts. Finding the nipples, he grabbed them like cow dugs and began exercising them in a rough, milking motion. He tugged and tugged on them until he had the nipples distended to their maximum. He crushed the elongated tips until the pain released the paralyzing hold on Priscilla. She tried to move away from the major source of pain, that cock stuck in her ass. As she tried to move, Matt jerked back a bit, pulling his cock out slightly, then slammed forward, pulling back on her nipples like reins to prevent her from escaping. She screamed again-it felt like he'd stabbed in even further.
Matt began a thrusting motion, countering each forward thrust by jerking back on her nipples. As he picked up a rhythm, his pre-cum started to leak out of the tip of his cock, lubricating her dry hole a bit. Priscilla felt impaled on his cock and her breasts hurt. She screamed again and again, then started crying. She begged him between screams and sobs to pull it out. He ignored her pleas.
Matt finally released her stiff nipples. He wrapped his arms around her trembling hips and grasping the lips of her pussy, gaped it wide. Holding her cunt open with one hand, he prodded a finger into her vagina. He rubbed it in and out until even more lubrication dripped from it. Then he used two fingers in the same fashion, then three, then four. The mouth of her cunt was stretched terribly. His manipulations began to send waves of pleasant sensation through her being, muting the throbbing agony in her ass, causing her to disregard the pain in her nipples.
Her screams changed to incoherent moans of pleasure as Matt withdrew his prodding fingers from her inner cunt, then grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger, stroking it like a penis. Lightning bolts shot through her body, even the pain in her buttocks was forgotten. Waves of excitement mounted higher and higher as Matt masturbated her viciously. Wanting only to increase the pleasure, Priscilla balanced on one arm and grasped one of her pendulous breasts. She bent the bruised, distended nipple up into her mouth.
Watching her cheeks hollow and swell as she sucked on her own tit, Matt lost control. The familiar signal of impending climax burst in his testicles. Matt started a rapid series of long strokes in her ass, and with an audible grunt, shot his load into her ass. The boiling semen spurted out and soon the walls of her asshole were lubricated enough to end her pain, allowing Matt to shoot the rest of his cum with ease.
Although her asshole had constricted tightly around his shaft, Matt managed to withdraw. He'd ripped her a bit inside. His cum trickled down the in-sides of her thighs. She maintained her kneeling position on one hand while Matt pulled the pillows from beneath her belly.
He walked around the bed, his cock still at attention, lust still raging within him. Matt looked at Priscilla voraciously sucking her own nipple and pleading with her eyes for Matt to finish her off. He knew she hadn't peaked yet-he didn't intend for her to peak yet, for he wasn't finished debasing her.
Stretching out next to her on the bed in the opposite direction, he slid his head between her widely-spaced thighs.
"Take that tit out of your mouth and suck me off!" he demanded.
He pulled her body down to his waiting lips. Easing through her damp hair, he began chewing her swollen labia. Like a robot, Priscilla did as she was told. Shifting over Matt's body, she took his cock in one hand, his testicles in the other. First, she licked the cum from his cockhead. Then she put the entire knob into her mouth and started bobbing up and down on it, scraping her teeth against the rim while churning his balls in her hand. Meanwhile, Matt caught her clitoris between his teeth and sucked on it as vigorously as she blew his cock.
Priscilla came, harder than ever, but not in he same manner as with a cock in her vagina. Her thighs crushed in on Matt's head, imprisoning him. She bore down on his face, trying to pull his entire face into her cunt. It was too much for Matt. He blew his nuts again, just as Priscilla's mouth had allowed a little more of the throbbing cock in. The cum splattered against the back of her mouth and she swallowed it greedily, sucking on his cock so that not one drop could escape her.
Exhausted, Priscilla rolled off Matt when his prick had completely deflated in her mouth, not able to give up another drop of cum to her thirsting lips. After resting a few minutes, they took a shower together. Then Matt took Priscilla's salve and cooled her burning asshole and aching nipples.
"I think that's what turns me on the most," Matt murmured, delicately spreading the soothing cream on one of her large, red nipples.
"What's that, my lover?"
"Watching you nurse yourself ... how the hell do you do it? I don't believe too many women can, ran they?"
Smiling sheepishly, Priscilla took the nipple that he hadn't tended to, and pulled it out from her breast; stretching it out.
"Not too many women have nipples like mine ... and my breasts are larger than most, as you can see. After you went into the Army I found out that I could just about touch the nipple with my tongue. It wasn't long before I was able to grab the nipple with my teeth and now, well ... "
Instead of talking, she pulled the distended nipple up and slid it into her mouth, her lips caressing the entire areole. She sucked lightly for a second or two, then released the tit.
"See. I learned to nurse myself and at the same time play with my pussy until I came. You can see the results."
"Damn! You must've worked your tits constantly. They're sure sensitive to touch ... just swell up and stretch way, way out ... , they sure do turn me on, Pussy."
"I'm glad. Now, finish up because they hurt like hell after your rough treatment. Sometimes I think you hate me, hurting me the way you do."
Matt continued spreading the cooling cream over her sensitive flesh, being careful to avoid inflicting any more pain on his sister's tortured body.
"I couldn't hate you, my love. I love you too much. I guess it's my frustration, knowing I can't have you, really have you as my own. Wouldn't you like to have our baby?"
"Oh, God, yes! If we only could ... but you know the terrible chance we'd be taking. It wouldn't be fair to the baby."
"I know ... I know."
Matt cupped her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly on her lips.
"God ... if only you weren't my sister."
Finishing with the cream, Matt placed the sheet over Priscilla and crawled in beside her. She slipped into his arms and cradled her face against his chest, "Goodnight, Matthew my love. I don't care about a baby ... just as long as I have you."
Matt knew that she wasn't telling the truth. Her soft sobs indicated her natural desire for motherhood. Kissing her on the forehead, he drifted off into sleep.
He awakened in the morning, the press of soft flesh on his face. Opening his eyes, he was looking directly at the soft buttocks of his sister. She was kneeling astride him, facing his feet, and was gently sucking his morning erection. Not being the type to let an opportunity escape him. Matt encircled her waist and pushed his face into her vulva, licking and chewing. They repeated the performance of the previous evening.
Bringing each other to completion in a lazy, enjoyable manner, they both laughed when finished, vowing to do it more often. Having his cock sucked before he awoke seemed to vitalize Matt, and Priscilla was developing an unquenchable thirst for Matt's juice, swallowing it greedily, draining his balls. He knew how to eat her pussy, too. For that, she loved him even more.
CHAPTER NINE
Several weeks passed, during which time Matt, Priscilla, and Cathy accustomed themselves to the new, three-way arrangement. Cathy was sleeping at the house now-three and four nights a week-on the couch, at first; but finally into the king-sized bed.
Initially, Matt would make love to one while the other discreetly stayed in the living room; watching television, reading, or working on a college project. Although not openly evident, it was quite distracting for the girl not sexually occupied, to hear the moans and cries of passion as they drifted through the bedroom door. Seeds of jealousy were planted as each girl thought that perhaps Matt was doing something special to the other.
The girls started spying during these sessions, prying the door open and intently watching each other pass through the whole gamut of lust. Anytime that Matt would introduce an innovation with one, the other would demand equal treatment during her next session.
Realizing what the girls were doing, Matt suggested that there was no need for one to leave while he made love to the other. After all, they were in love and had nothing to hide. This proved to be a very satisfactory arrangement and soon the unoccupied girl aided the copulation by making lewd suggestions to the two who were fornicating: "Spread your legs wider, love, let him split you ... stroke her faster, Matt, she needs some deep fucking ... mash his balls, sweets, it'll make him cum harder." It wasn't long before just talking and making suggestions became too frustrating for Priscilla.
She grew too excited, watching. Edging up to Matt and Cathy, she began titillating Cathy's tiny rectum with a stiff finger and working Matt's jiggling testicles with her other hand. Kneeling behind them, between their outstretched legs, she avidly continued her stroking and grasping, shoving her finger through Cathy's nether ring and milking Matt's balls.
"Eeeeoooowwww!!" Cathy screamed; she hadn't been opened up back there yet.
The penetrating finger hurt, causing her to smash her pelvis up hard against Matt. The clenching fingers shot thrills through Matt's body, he'd never been able to control himself when Priscilla played with his nuts. Her velvety fingers drove him deeper into Cathy's hot cunt, signaling his climax.
Matt pumped wildly, in rhythm with Priscilla's hand rather than Cathy's pelvis. Feeling the semen race through his cock, he shot his wad into Cathy's cunt. Cathy was off rhythm. Priscilla's invading finger had distracted her from the mounting sensation at the core of her body. Thrown out of time, she wasn't ready to peak when Matt's raging cock spurted into her vagina. She struggled to hold Matt in her, trying to climb the mountain, but her hungry pussy had wrenched the last drop of sperm from him and was rejecting his deflating rod. Matt rolled off of Cathy, temporarily sated, unable to carry her to the peak. Cathy, with knees drawn up and pelvis vibrating, begged for fulfillment.
"Do something, please! Oh God! Don't leave me like this, do something!"
Matt looked at Priscilla. She was staring at Cathy's gaping cunt with its dark lips rubbed raw from the recent fuck. She knelt at the foot of the mattress-mouth open-the tip of her tongue slightly between her lips.
Matt had an insane urge to force degradation on his hot sister, blaming her for spoiling his rhythm with Cathy. Cathy was whining, begging for anything to bring her to completion. Matt looked at her vagina, the labia still inflamed. He could see his cum leaking out of the cunt, trickling over the labia and beading into the pubic curls. Irrationally, he wanted to wash Priscilla's face in the cum, but he had a better idea. Grabbing Cathy's ankles, he gaped her even wider, then turned to his sister.
"Suck her off, Sis! You screwed it up for her, so suck her until she cums!"
"Matt, do I have to? Look! Her pussy is dripping with goo!"
"Somebody has got to finish her off. Do you expect me to drink my own juice?"
"No, but it looks so messy."
"Don't you want to help her ... and please me?"
Priscilla needed no further prodding. Crawling forward between Cathy's thighs, she started licking her legs, starting from the knees and working her way down the updrawn, outstretched thighs until her mouth tasted pubic hair. Licking the moisture off Cathy's labia, Priscilla tentatively slid her tongue into the vagina, then her head bobbed back up.
"Oh, Matt! Her pussy is filled with your cum! I can taste you in there!"
"You've sucked that snatch before, baby; clean her out! It'll be like sucking the both of us off at the same time."
Priscilla smiled impishly, then rolled her tongue over her spermy lips and tasted. Nodding agreement, she dove back to her task, cleansing her brother's semen from Cathy's saturated pussy. Matt watched as his sister worked hard, licking, sucking and chewing. The sight of her taffy curls bobbing up and down, her breasts swaying wildly; and her spongy buttocks jiggling with ardor, soon worked Matt's lust back up.
Cathy was bouncing and twisting, moaning with anguish at the sweet torture that was extracting all the longed-for fluid from her cunt. As Priscilla's teeth scraped the cum from her clitoris, Cathy went wild; her head tossing erratically.
Just as Cathy was about to release, Matt straddled her head and grasped her dark mane in both hands, pulling her head up off the mattress. He jammed his rejuvenated prick into her gaping mouth. Slamming his body forward, he mashed her head between the mattress 'and his groin, forcing his cock once again, beyond her tongue and deep into her throat.
The walls of her throat constricted tightly around his shaft, holding him buried to the balls in her hungry mouth; shutting off her supply of air. Choking, her throat dilated and allowed him to withdraw. He slid his cock out to the back edge of her teeth, then slammed it down her throat again. Matt repeated fucking her mouth each time her constricting throat held him for a moment. As the dilation released him, he withdrew, allowing her to breathe through her nose.
Cathy was beyond caring. A ball of liquid fire was starting to glow in her cunt due to the hungry mouth buried in her snatch. Again, Priscilla had penetrated her rectum with a stiffened finger and Cathy found the sensation unbearable. The knowledge that she had Matt's whole cock deep in her throat, that she could accommodate all that he had to offer, excited her terribly. Knowing that the bulging cock would soon spurt sweet cum into her mouth, that she would be able to suck every last drop of it, drove her wild.
Arching high up off the bed, Cathy thrust her pelvis hard against Priscilla's mouth. As Priscilla sucked her clitoris viciously, clenching it between her teeth, Cathy blindly grabbed the testicles brushing her chin and started pumping them vigorously. As she started to cum, Cathy opened her mouth wide, but her scream was cut short by the downstroke of Matt's swollen penis.
Not able to contain himself, Matt slammed his cock in to the hilt and for a second time shot his cum into Cathy. His cock spurted lustily between constrictive squeezes and Cathy had no recourse; she let the goo flow into her stomach.
Cathy peaked several times, each summit a bit higher than the last, until her entire body trembled with exhaustion. Priscilla refused to release her clitoris while Cathy refused to release Matt's depleted cock. She sucked on the limp prick and squeezed the empty testicles until Matt managed to pry her hand off his balls and pull his prick away from the suction of her spermy mouth.
Matt rolled over on his back, exhausted. Priscilla reluctantly pulled away from Cathy's pussy. She quickly crawled to Matt and straddling his exhausted face, pushed her bush down onto his unresisting lips. Grabbing him by the ears, Priscilla pulled Matt to her and rubbed her agitated pussy slit against his mouth.
"Suck ME, now, you son-of-a-bitch! Suck me until I flood your mouth! Taste me, brother dear ... taste me, lick me, eat me, suck my clit, poke my asshole. Do what you want ... but make me cum!"
Matt ate her passively at first, then got caught up in the excitement when Cathy began sucking his testicles into her mouth and rolling them around with her tongue Priscilla came as Matt sucked her clit, biting it and reaching to grasp both of her dangling nipples. He pinched and milked them hard, brutally pulling the tender nipples away from her breasts.
Her cries and pleas encouraged Matt, He shut down and jerked again on the unusual nipples, driving Priscilla off his face and into a huddle, doubled-over in agony on the bed. Continuing the torture, he milked her hard, disregarding the tears streaming out of his sisters eyes.
Cathy watched for a moment in fascinated horror, then pulled Matt's clenching hand from one of the stretched nipples. Holding it tenderly for a moment, Cathy suddenly bit down viciously on the nipple, drawing blood from the agonized tit. She quickly closed her lips over the entire mass of nipple and sucked with vampirish intensity.
Seeing what Cathy had done, Matt followed suit with a bite of equal viciousness on the other nipple. He too, greedily sucked Priscilla's blood.
When Priscilla passed out from the terrifying agony that ripped through her breast, Matt and Cathy released her tits and together they kissed her back to consciousness. She revived as the two of them laved her nipples with moist, tender tongues.
Actually, Matt and Cathy were afraid that they would cause her permanent damage if they continued torturing her during these passionate outbursts. But Priscilla displayed even more love for the two of them after she'd recovered. Although her nipples were to pain her for many days afterwards, she anticipated further torment, looking forward to their fascination with her large breasts and their rubbery nipples.
The exhausted trio of lovers huddled together, seeking solace and rejuvenation in sleep. After this first "menage-a-trois" the three of them seldom engaged in two-party sex. The positions and actions they were able to dream up seemed endless; they never stopped improvising.
The three of them spent as much time as possible with each other; Matt rushed home from work, the girls wasting no time after classes. They never bothered to go out to dinner, the movies, or anything else. There was no reason to leave; that is, until the weekend when Cathy unexplainably fainted and subsequently was sick to her stomach.
CHAPTER TEN
"How in hell did you ever let it happen, Cat?"
"I don't know ... I don't know ... I didn't even think about it."
The two girls were walking out of the doctor's office, both upset. Cathy had continued to be sick and Priscilla had suspected something when she'd noticed that Cathy hadn't had a period in over a month. She'd scheduled an appointment with a local doctor known to be discreet in dealing with the girls from St. Mary's. As Priscilla had guessed, Cathy was pregnant. There was no doubt in either girl's mind that Matt was the father. Although they both had expected it, the news had shook them up pretty badly.
"For God's sake. Cat. Why didn't you use the pill?"
"I didn't think ... I never used them before ... didn't have to ... oh, I just don't know ... what am I going to do now? Oh, Pussy! What will my parents say when they find out? Oh, God! I wish I was dead!"
"Shit, Cathy! Stop that foolish talk! We'll have to work something out ... maybe an abortion is the answer."
"No! No! I couldn't kill my baby! Oh, don't even suggest anything like that!"
"Okay, don't get excited. Look-there's a drugstore. Let's go in and I'll call Matt and tell him what's happening. Maybe he'll come up with an answer. He does have the right to know ... he's the father, so let's see what he has to say."
The girls entered the store and while Priscilla called Matt from the telephone booth, Cathy ordered two soft drinks and sat in one of the little booths. Thinking over the situation, she felt hopeless and the tears formed in her eyes, flowing down her cheeks. Priscilla talked to Matt for a long time and Cathy felt that Matt didn't want to get involved in her problem. These thoughts caused her to feel even more sorry for herself. She cried harder and felt all alone in the world.
At last, Priscilla returned from the phone booth. She was smiling, yet looked a bit sad at the same time.
"Well, your problem is solved, Cat."
"How ... what ... what do you mean?"
"Matt said he wanted to marry you and now you couldn't possibly say no."
A flood of relief washed through Cathy. Although she loved Matt dearly and he'd said he loved her, she'd never expected him to marry her because of his relationship with Priscilla. Now there wasn't any problem and she would make Matt a good wife. After all, he was the only man to have made love to her, in the truest sense of the word; and she treasured every moment they'd had together. Suddenly, her thoughts turned to Priscilla. What would she do? How did she feel? Would she give up Matt?"
"Pussy, sweet loving Pussy. My problem's solved, for of course, I want to marry Matt ... God knows how I love him. But what about you, love?"
"Cat, where your problem ends, mine begins. I've loved Matt for as long as I can remember, but we could never marry. As brother and sister, the law won't allow it. I don't know what I'm going to do. We can't stay the way we are, not with a baby and all."
"We'll work something out, just wait and see. Matt loves you as much as I do, if not more. We'll work it out."
"I guess you're right, Cat. Oh well, let's get home. It's getting dark and we have to pass that damned park. Come on, Cat. Let's go."
They walked hurriedly down the deserted street and started past the park, hoping to catch the taxi parked two blocks up the street. Just as they got within hailing distance of the cab, a woman opened the door, got in the taxi and off it went.
"Oh damnit," said Priscilla. "Nothing seems to be going quite right today," she added, turning to Cathy with a silly grin.
"Now it's my turn to cheer you up," said Cat. "There'll be another one somewhere. Let's cross the street and get away from the park." The two agreed that was the smartest thing to do. As they continued beside a row of parked cars, a window on one of them rolled down.
"Hey, sister, lookin' for a lift?" said a young black guy, sticking his head out of the window and grinning from ear to ear. Priscilla jumped back in surprise, then fear. Cathy looked at the two of them eyeing each other like dog and cat and started laughing.
"Hey, what you laughin' at, girl," drawled the black dude, a little annoyed.
"Oh, nothing really," said Cat, continuing to laugh. "Pussy, well, she just looks like she's seen a ghost. Pussy, this is Reefer, he works in the library stacks."
Priscilla nodded a greeting and took one step closer to Cathy and the car.
"We were just trying to get that taxi, when that woman got in and took it away from us," giggled Cathy. "And you know about all the stories about gangs hanging out in the park and all. I guess we were just on edge," explained Cat to Reefer.
Reefer grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
"I can dig it. If you don't think those dudes wouldn't skin my hide as fast as a white one, you're just plain wrong.
"Hey, you two girls want a ride home? Hop in. There's room enough. That's Ron and Tom in the back. And this is Mojo at the wheel. Can you dig it?"
Cathy looked at Priscilla. She would not force the issue. If Pussy wanted to get in with these four guys, she would have to decide for herself. Cathy was not going to influence her.
The two girls had never talked about how each of them felt about blacks. They both assumed that neither one of them had any racist ideas, but as far as sex was concerned, the matter had never come up.
Cathy liked Reefer. They had fooled around a little in the stacks once, though never going much further than feeling each other's bodies and kissing a little.
Now that Cat was carrying Matt's child, she was not as keen on making it with Reefer as she might have been. But she figured that it was a safe ride home. She wondered if that's how Pussy was looking at it.
Priscilla shrugged her shoulders, winked at Cathy and said, "Let's go. Thanks for taking us home. It'd be forever before we found another cab."
"Right on," said Reefer happily, opening the car door and stepping out. "You get in the back, Pussy. You don't mind being between old Mojo and me, do you Cat?" Cathy grinned and shook her head.
Both girls got in and the car took off. Mojo turned on a black rock station as they turned the corner around the park on two wheels. The two girls squealed in playful terror. Mojo looked like the type who knew a car inside and out, so they were not really afraid. The thrill of being in a car with four black studs was, in fact, turning them on.
"We don't have to mention this to Matt," whispered Cathy, turning around to Pussy, sprawled in the back seat.
Pussy was staring in fascination at Ron sitting next to her and hardly heard what Cat had said.
"Sure," mumbled Pussy back to Cat. She had never been that close to a young black guy before. She noticed his strong, muscular body, the big bulge in his crotch and his flashing, easy grin. She began to wonder what it would be like to get fucked by him, how he would do it, whether there would be anything wild and different. Just thinking about all the possibilities was making her cunt itchy.
Then she looked over and noticed Tom. He was huskier than Ron, but just as interested in Pussy.
"Do you two work in the library, too?" asked Pussy awkwardly.
"Shit no," answered Ron. "We're into just surviving, sugar. There's no cushy job waitin' in no library for us. Hell, we just have a good time." Pussy began to feel uneasy. She was used to people having jobs and goals.
"Don't you like working?" she asked naively.
"Shit, girl. Where'd you get off?" piped up Tom. "There ain't no jobs in this fuckin' town for dudes like me and Ron. Reefer, well, he's had two years of college. We didn't even get no high school diploma shit. Man, there's nothing out there for us but a good time," added Tom, laughing roughly. Pussy felt the hate and frustration under his laugh and decided it was time to shut up and have a good time herself.
Up front, Mojo was lighting a joint. The sweet odor of marijuana filled the car as he passed it to Reefer.
"You want some, Cat?" asked Reefer, wheezing out the words as he kept the smoke deep in his lungs. Cathy nodded and took the joint and inhaled. Then she turned around to Pussy.
"Pussy?" she asked, with a silly grin.
"Why not," answered Priscilla. She reached out and took the joint from Cat and inhaled. As the smoke filled her lungs, she felt nothing.
"You've got to hold it," added Cat, seeing that Pussy was ready to just let all the smoke out again. Pussy held her breath and slowly she began to feel a gentle rising sensation all over her body. When she could no longer keep her breath held in.
"Wow," she said, looking dreamily at Cat.
"This is very good stuff," said Cat quietly. "You feel good?"
"Fantastic," replied Pussy. Her whole body felt turned on. She was total sexuality now and she had two black studs sitting right beside her.
"Pass it on," coaxed Cathy. Priscilla was already so much in a daze she had forgotten she was holding the joint in her hand.
"Oh, sorry," mumbled Pussy to Ron, as she handed him the cigarette.
The two black studs each had a long drag on the joint, then passed it around the car again. Three times it went around, and at the last drag, Pussy felt she could sail right out of the car.
Ron put his hand on Pussy's thigh and pushed her dress up. Instead of stopping him, she felt like giggling. She reached over into his crotch and felt the tubular shape she could barely make out there. His cock, hard and throbbing, laying waiting for her to play with. She sucked in her breath. She could hardly get her hand around it.
"Like what you feel, sugar?" whispered Ron in Pussy's ear. The grass made her giggle again. It seemed to her that she was losing all control. She had an enormous urge to unzip the black's pants and pull out his cock and then start licking it all over, right there in the car.
"I'm going crazy," muttered Pussy, feeling her cunt all hot and wet between her thighs. She did not even know this man. In fact, only a few minutes before she had been scared they were all muggers. Now she wanted to suck his cock.
If I do anything, thought Pussy through her marijuana high, Cathy will think I'm some kind of slut, And then Matt will find out and it will all be over.
Pussy was not too clear in her mind about what would be over or what would even happen if she gave in to her sudden desires. But she was sure it would be something horrible.
Then, up in the front seat, she saw Cathy's long ebony hair disappear behind the back of the seat. Reefer eased down so the back of his head rested against the seat. He began grunting softly. Suddenly she heard the slurp of a cock being sucked down a hungry throat.
Pussy wanted to shout out something to make Cathy stop. This was too much. These guys were supposed to be dropping them back at the house, not getting blowjobs. It just was not right to do anything so trashy, thought Pussy.
Ron, oblivious to what was going on in Pussy's mind, continued to explore Pussy's warm thighs. Gradually his fingers reached the smooth rayon surface of her panties, then a finger slipped under the elastic leg band and plunged into the curly haired jungle in her crotch.
Pussy jumped when Ron's finger touched her wet crack.
"This is crazy," she muttered, not daring to look the black guy in the eye. In another second he was tugging her clinging panties down over her ass, lifting her up a little with his strong free arm. Despite herself, Pussy began to moan. There was nothing she could do to stop what was happening, even if she'd wanted to.
As Ron bent down to run his fat hot tongue up the inside of her thigh, she caught sight of Tom. He had unzipped his fly and pulled out a very long thin black cock and was stroking it up stiff as he watched his friend lick his way towards Pussy's steaming cunt.
Suddenly Mojo pulled the car to the side of the road and turned off the ignition.
"I ain't havin' no fun in this fuckin' car," he announced. He laughed. "And we gonna change that right now."
The car was now parked on the side of the highway. Cars would race by every once in a while, but their headlights would not pick up what was going on in the car. On both sides of the highway were dense woods.
Pussy watched fascinated as Tom pumped his prick up to full size. She sucked in her breath as Ron's tongue fluttered over her clit. She spread her thighs as wide as she could within the restrictions of the back seat and laid a hand on Ron's kinky short hair. His head began to bob as he sucked and licked her fleshy cunt lips wide open, sucking up the juice beginning to flow and wet her pussy.
Tom winked to Pussy as she stared, fascinated by the size of his cock. The powerful sensations rippling up her belly as Ron licked and ate her cunt wiped out all embarrassment, and she continued staring at the black dude's long prick hungrily.
Tom took advantage of the situation. In a flash he was up on his knees, poking his prick in Pussy's face.
"Suck this thing, girl," he ordered softly.
Without a second thought, she leaned forward, opened her lips, and took the throbbing glans in her mouth. Pre-cum oozed onto her lips, his prick jumped with lust in her mouth and he shoved his hips forward. His prick lanced right to the back of her mouth, then plunged into her gulping throat.
Pussy began to moan louder as the two blacks worked on her. Tom began fucking his cock in and out of her thirsty mouth, letting her feel every inch of his rock-hard dick thrust in and out of her throat. At the same time, Ron had succeeded in spreading her thighs even wider and had the full length of his quivering pink tongue rammed up her twat. Pussy rode that invading hot mouth and tongue, pressing Ron's head into her hot wet crotch, and sucked Tom's plunging meat in and out of her throat.
This was the first time her body had ever been possessed by two males at the same time. She felt incredibly filled and overpowered. She could feel her asshole twitch almost in disappointment because it was not also being used for sex.
Mojo unzipped his fly and pulled out a big black cock that made the rest look like miniatures. Out of the corner of her eye Cat spotted the monster prick, and it took her breath away. She continued slurping at Reefer's powerful, stiff prick, but her attention was not really there. The thought of sucking Mojo's prick deep into her throat overwhelmed her.
"Hey, girl, what about this?" piped up Mojo, raising himself out of the driver's seat and pointing his huge cock in Cat's direction. Cathy wanted to answer, but Reefer's prick was plunging in and out of her throat faster and faster now. She cupped his big tight balls in her small white hand and felt them jump up to his shaft. The first gush of his cum shot into her throat. Stoned as she was, she could feel every spurt shiver up Reefer's stiff, pumping rod. She gulped and gulped, not letting one drop of his hot blackman's cum escape her.
The kinky black hair of Reefer's balls gently scratched Cat's lips as he shot one last load into her sucking mouth.
"Oh, girl," muttered Reefer, his body collapsing back into the seat.
Meantime Mojo had begun exploring Cathy's tight round ass and had discovered that she was wearing no panties. He brushed his rough, powerful fingers over her soft pussy hair, heading for the moist crack of her cunt lips. Cathy began twitching her ass as Mojo's hand reached those sensitive areas in her crotch. Every wiggle of her ass sent his big cock jerking in the air.
"Ooh, sugar," moaned Mojo, slipping one finger into her cunt to tickle her stiffened clit.
Cathy let Reefer's softening cock slip out of her mouth and looked around.
"That feels so good," she crooned at Mojo. He had two fingers worked up her cunt now, stroking her clit and rubbing the dripping walls of her hot box. She could feel her nipples all pointed and hard rubbing enticingly against her blouse. She was turning on to his big hand working over her cunt, and she was licking her lips and moaning like a bitch in heat. She was on all fours on the front seat, adding to her animal feelings about herself.
Reefer reached over and poked his hand inside her blouse.
"Let me get a suck of these hot tits," he whispered. Not waiting for her to answer, he unbuttoned her blouse, loosened her bra, and pulled her breasts free.
"Hmm," he muttered to himself as he took one stiff red nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it. He played with it with his teeth and Cathy began moaning in pleasure. Every nibble of Reefer sucking her tits sent a shock of lust throughout her body so that her cunt gushed and loosened under Mojo's exploring hand.
Suddenly Mojo's fingers left her exposed cunt. The cool air was a shock, an uncomfortable one. She tried looking around to see what Mojo was doing, but she could not twist too far without pulling one of her breasts out of Reefer's pinching fingers. And she did not want that delicious sensation to stop.
"What's wrong, Mojo?" she whispered pitifully to the big black stud somewhere behind her exposed ass. All at once, she knew nothing was wrong.
Mojo slammed the fat glans of his prick against the mouth of her cunt and pushed in. The slit of his prick was oozing pre-cum that, added to her own wet, gushing pussy, let his full rod thrust deep into her in one shove.
"Ooh," groaned Cathy, as she felt her cunt totally plugged with more hard male meat than she had ever felt up there before. The walls of her pussy shivered over the full length of Mojo's monster prick. "Fuck me good," she heard herself grunt to the black stud. Her words sent him plowing in and out of her cunt with deep long thrusts that sent shivers up and down her spine and her cunt walls flowing with juice. She licked her lips and moaned like the bitch she was.
Reefer's prick was now stiff again from playing with Cat's sexy nipples. He could not get enough of those full silky soft breasts hanging down in front of him and the way her nipples stiffened up as he fingered them more and more brutally.
Still holding both of her tits and squeezing them in his fingers, he got up on his knees and shoved his stiff rod at her moaning mouth.
Cat opened her eyes for a second and saw the stiff black meat sticking up in front of her. She licked deliriously over her lips, stuck her tongue full out of her mouth and licked the droplet of pre-cum oozing out of Reefer's throbbing cock. His rod bobbed up in the air wildly as she began licking all around the swollen glans.
Cathy's body shook from head to toe as Mojo pounded his cock deep into her shivering cunt. Reefer grabbed her by her long black hair and pressed her mouth open with his thumbs. She licked the rough skin, felt his hard thumbnails, then opened her mouth up wide as he thrust his cock deep inside and down her throat. His hairy balls scratched against her chin. She shut her eyes and felt her body being plugged and fucked at both ends.
A shudder ripped through her cunt as Cathy began to peak once, then a second time, then a third time. The ripple of her cunt muscles sent Mojo's fast-fucking prick plunging deep into her belly. His balls shot up close to his rod and let loose a flood of hot cum. It shot up his stiff swollen cock and buried itself into Cat's cunt. Another, then another. load shot out of his black stud's balls and filled her with hot sperm. She twitched her ass and squirmed.
The feeling of his huge cock coming in her ass sent another shiver of orgasm rippling through her body.
She sucked harder "and faster on Reefer's lunging prick. The hot odor of his black flesh made her next to delirious. She felt his prick stiffen up very hard against her lips and his balls pull up against her chin. Then her throat was flooded with gush after gush of his hot cum.
Cathy moaned, sucked and writhed as the two black studs emptied their balls into her hot body. Another wave of orgasm shivered through her as she pulled one of her tits. She wanted to cry out in pleasure, but her throat was filled with Reefer's thrusting prick.
Suddenly a gurgle and a loud moan came from the back seat. Cathy let Reefer's limp cock slip out of her mouth. Her cunt still plugged with Mojo's shuddering monster dick, she turned to see Tom shove his cock deep into Pussy's throat and his balls shiver and dance against his pumping rod.
"Hmm," moaned Pussy, as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her cunt from Ron's hot licking deep into her box. Tom's prick shot load after load of his hot young cum. into her gulping throat. She moaned and shivered, sucking at the young black's prick, not able to be satisfied until she had drained his balls dry.
Wave on wave washed through her cunt, soaking as he buried his hot mouth with its thick, sensuous lips into her box.
"Suck it, sugar," muttered Tom as he felt the last load of his cum shoot into Pussy's gulping throat.
Cathy stared in fascination as Pussy trembled through orgasms, one after the other. She watched Tom's cum dribble down her girl friend's chin as he shoved his prick in and out between her tightly clamped lips, feeling every last ripple of pleasure in his cock.
Ron pulled his mouth away from Pussy's cunt and gulped for air. He was grinning from ear to ear, his mouth and chin all shiny from Pussy's cunt juice. Reefer turned to look at Ron.
"Hey, man, you like some little kid just come out of the watermelon patch," jabbed Reefer, laughing.
"And it sure was sweet," drawled Ron in reply, sticking his pink tongue clear out of his mouth and licking his chin. He turned back to Priscilla.
"How you doin', sugar Pussy?" he said.
Pussy slumped down onto the seat.
"I've never been so tired in my life," she moaned.
"Oh, girl, just when I wanted to feel my poor hot prick slip up your sweet little pussy," drawled Ron.
Pussy perked up and looked down at Ron's crotch. The long fat tube bulged through his pants. Ron did not waste any time. He unzipped his fly and pulled his stiff prick out into the air so she could get a look at it.
"Like what you see, sugar Pussy?" he drawled again. Priscilla's eyes opened up wide as she got sight of his big beautiful black cock. The immense fatigue she had felt from her orgasms seemed to fall away. More than anything in the world right now she wanted the stiff prick deep inside her cunt.
Mojo started the car.
"Your brother'll have the police on our tails if we don't get you two home," said the big stud. He turned into the highway and picked up speed as Pussy got up on her hands and knees in the back seat and pointed her hot ass in Ron's direction.
In a second he was plunging his big dick in and out of her sucking cunt. He could feel her cunt lips slipping along the rod and the walls of her cunt contracting and stroking every inch of his prick as he shoved it in her.
Pussy began moaning again. She looked down at Tom's crotch and saw his prick stiffening up in its kinky black forest of crotch hairs. It was not enough to feel the deep pleasure of Ron's cock thrusting in and out of her cunt, she had to have her mouth filled with a man's prick, too.
Pussy bent down and took Tom's now erect penis into her mouth and began sucking on the swollen glans, pulling the pre-cum out of the slit in the circumcised head.
In another few seconds both black studs were shooting their loads into her. She quivered and groaned as the sensation of hot cum shooting down her throat matched up with Ron's spurting prick. She peaked once, then again, her whole body convulsed in the overpowering orgasms these two blacks were giving her.
Suddenly there was a scream from the front seat. The car had skidded into the oncoming lane and a ten-ton truck was barreling toward them, its horn blasting out into the night. Cathy screamed once again before the two hurtling vehicles crashed.
* * *
Sitting in the darkly-shadowed living room, Matt was still despondent. Since the police had first located him and told him what'd happened to the two women that he loved, Matt hadn't left the house. He'd been able to give the authorities the necessary vital statistics concerning Priscilla and Cathy, then he broke down. Heartbroken and in a state of traumatic shock, Matt couldn't accept the situation; he refused to believe that all his plans and hopes had gone to the grave with Cathy and his child. Even Priscilla was denied to him, his sister having been hospitalized. She was still in a coma and the doctors wouldn't try to predict when or if she would recover from the horrible ordeal she'd endured.
Matt's grief had doubled two days after Cathy's death when her parents had confronted him, demanding an explanation for her death and her pregnant state. When Matt couldn't offer any consolation to them, they took the details of his relationship with Cathy to the District Attorney, seeking to press criminal charges against Matt. The ensuing investigation had uncovered the more sordid details of the three-way affair between Matt, Cathy and Priscilla.
Suffering the disgusted, degrading comments of the authorities in silence, Matt didn't care about the impending prosecution on charges of immorality, incest, and criminal cohabitation with Cathy. Nothing penetrated his grief and feeling of deep personal loss.
Since the incident three weeks ago, Matt had received notice from the insurance company that he was fired. He'd confined himself to his house, waiting word of Priscilla's condition, the pending criminal prosecution; and grieving. No one called on him or came to his door, the gossip having spread around town about his sexual activities. Matt didn't expect anything more, so was surprised when his quiet grief was disturbed by the ringing of his doorbell.
He let it ring a few times, hoping that whoever it was would go away. The ringing finally broke through his unconcern, forcing him to answer. Opening the door, he was stunned at first, looking quizzically at a woman standing there holding a baby. A smile softened his haggard face as he recognized his older sister, Maryanne.
"Matt, you poor thing. I came as soon as I could."
Pulling the door open, Matt stepped back into the room.
"Come on in, Sis. What are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?"
Maryanne walked in, and after placing the sleeping ! baby on the couch, sat down.
"The school let me know what happened. Pussy I listed me as her next-of-kin when she registered. I guess I was, we both are since the folks died in that airplane crash two years ago. Anyway, the Mother Superior called me and told me that Pussy was in the hospital; so here I am."
"But how did you know where I was?"
"Pussy wrote me at least once a week. She told me all about your arrival and the new home. I was really happy for her, she was so enthusiastic about it all."
"Did the Mother Superior give you any details about what'd happened?"
"Not much except that Pussy and her roommate, Cathy, were in a head-on collision on the highway with four black guys. She told me that Pussy was in the hospital, but couldn't tell me anything about her condition."
Having someone to talk to opened the flood gates. Matt slumped to the armrest of the chair and sobbed softly, finally being able to cry after three weeks of numbness.
"Matt, Matt, what's the matter?"
"Do you know what happened to the other girl?" he mumbled between sobs.
"Cathy? No ... Pussy had told me about her in her letters, but I wasn't told what'd happened to her."
"She's dead, Sis ... she was sitting in the front seat and was killed instantly ... just ripped to pieces."
"Oh, God ... I didn't know."
"You didn't know that I was going to marry her either. You couldn't, because we'd only decided on it that same day."
"Oh, Matt ... how awful! No wonder you're all torn up."
"That's not all, Sis. She was carrying my baby. I lost it all and maybe Pussy, too, in the bargain."
Maryanne cradled Matt's head to her matronly bosom, trying to ease the grief that gripped him so harshly. She rubbed the back of his neck soothingly.
Eventually Matt regained his composure. Controlling his grief, he realized that his sister had come a long way and was here to stay for awhile. He knew she would guess just how close Priscilla and he were when she discovered there was only one bedroom in the house.
"How long are you going to stay, Maryanne?"
"Until Pussy gets out of the hospital and Fin sure that she's okay. Donnie and I won't be any trouble, Matt. He's a good baby and I don't require much. It looks like you need a female hand around here while Pussy is away."
She went back to the couch and sat down next to the child.
"Well, I never was much for housekeeping ... I guess the place has sort of gone to the dogs since it all happened."
"Don't worry about that. I'll have it straightened up in short order."
"By the way, Sis. What's your husband doing while you're here babysitting your brother?"
"Didn't Pussy tell you? Donald was killed, flying over North Vietnam, about five months ago ... just after the baby was born."
"Gosh, Sis. I didn't know ... Pussy never mentioned it ... I'm sorry."
"I'm getting used to the fact, but it isn't easy. Believe me, I know how it feels to lose the one you love. But at least I still have Donnie."
"He's a cute little fellow. Favor his father?"
"Yes, in so many ways. You remember Donald, don't you?"
"Was he the guy you were dating before I was drafted?"
"The same ... I guess I dated him for quite a few years before he asked me to marry him."
"It's a damn shame, Sis."
"Yes, I know ... Well, where's Pussy's bedroom? I'll unpack and get set up before the baby wakes up."
"It's through the door next to the kitchen; right behind you."
Maryanne asked him to keep an eye on the baby. Retrieving her suitcase, she went into the bedroom. About fifteen minutes later, she came back out, a quizzical look on her face.
"Matt?"
"What?"
"Didn't you say that was Pussy's room?"
"I did."
"But your stuffs in there, too ... it looks like it was your bedroom."
"It is."
"But ... how can it be her room and yours, too?"
"Sis, it's the only bedroom in the house."
"Even so, Matt. There's only one bed in there-granted it's a big one."
"Sit down, Sis. It's a long story ... but it's something you'll have to know and I guess I'd better be the one to tell it. God knows you'll hear about it soon enough when they bring me to trial."
Matt sat down next to her on the couch. With averted eyes, he told her everything about his affair with Priscilla, beginning with their initial experience as children and relating everything that'd taken place since. He avoided the more lurid details of the actual sexual activities, but left no doubt in Maryanne's mind that they'd gone the whole route of conjugal experience, without the benefit of a ceremony. He even included the three-way relationship that existed between them and Cathy, and the events that led to his decision to marry Cathy. Finished with the whole story, Matt leaned back against the couch cushion with his eyes closed, awaiting Maryanne's reaction.
She was shocked at his revelations. Horrified and shocked at Matt's tale of a ten-year incestuous relationship with their sister. At first, she hated him for his immoral conduct and hated Priscilla for her ready acceptance of him and the affair. Her maternal instincts slowly eroded her initial feelings and by the time Matt had finished, she felt nothing but pity and sorrow for the plight of her brother and sister, lost in a love that couldn't legally culminate in marriage, denied the joy of having children or openly living as man and wife. She took Matt's hand and squeezed it gently, trying to impart her understanding.
"It's all right, Matt. I understand."
He crushed her hand to his lips and kissed it warmly.
"Oh, Maryanne ... thank you ... I've needed someone to understand for so long."
Further conversation was prevented as the baby woke up and started to cry.
"Lord, Lord ... listen to him ... hungry as a bear, I guess. Matt, will you excuse me for a moment? I'll have to take him into the bedroom and feed him."
"Let me help, Sis. Where's his bottle? I'll warm it up."
Maryanne laughed lightly, picking up the baby and holding him to her breast.
"Silly ... do you think I'd put this boy on a bottle? He's just like his father-a breast lover. Don't need a bottle, Matt. Just a bit of privacy."
As she took the baby into the bedroom, Matt sat there, thinking. Her statement had caused an immediate appraisal of her large breasts. He thought she'd put on weight. But he knew it was the milk that caused her tits to hang down, resting against her ribs. The first sparks of male interest were ignited as he contemplated her heavy mammaries, knowing that they were full and awaiting suckling. For a moment, he was jealous of the baby, wanting to devour Maryanne's warm breast milk himself. Matt rubbed his head, shaking it in disguised anger at his own depravity. But the vision of feeding at her breast lingered on, even after she closed the bedroom door.
Later that evening, Maryanne prepared dinner. Devouring the first decent meal he'd had in weeks, Matt started to drop the cloak of grief he'd been wearing so heavily. They chatted, bringing each other up to date since Matt went into the Army. Both skillfully avoided any mention of Priscilla and Cathy, concentrating on Maryanne's marriage and Matt's service. After dinner and cleaning up the kitchen, Maryanne put the baby to bed in a makeshift crib that Matt had put together from a bassinet he'd found in the garage. They sat down to watch television, pleasantly content in each other's company.
"I'm tired, Matt. I'd better go to bed. Donnie will be wanting a feeding around two, so I'd better get some sleep."
"Okay, Sis. Let me get a pillow and some blankets from the closet. I'll bunk here on the couch myself."
"I hate to take your bed away from you, Matt. I could move Donnie out here and sleep on the couch myself."
"No, no, little Mama. You use the bedroom. I'll be fine out here."
"If you say so, but let me know if you want to change ... after all, this is your house."
"Forget it, Sis. Just get your rest and keep that nephew of mine happy."
Maryanne said goodnight and slipped into the bedroom. She changed into a nightgown and was about to get into bed when she remembered that Matt still didn't have a pillow or covers. Silently chastising herself, she took the necessary items from the closet and carried them back to the living room; forgetting to put on a robe.
"Here is your bedding, Matt. I almost forgot about it."
Matt looked up from the book he was reading. Maryanne was bent over, placing the bedding on the couch. The light from the end table behind her was shining through her thin gown, illuminating her figure. Bending over like that, her breasts sagged, contrasting with the rest of her youthful body. Childbirth hadn't distorted her girlish figure at all, she still looked good to Matt.
"Want me to fix these up for you?"
"If you would, Sis."
Matt stood up and watched her work with the sheets, pillow, and blankets. He was careful to stand where the light would remain behind her. Watching her movements, he thrilled to the jouncing of her heavy breasts, their nipples large and protruding against the nebulous gown. It was with great self-control that he held himself back, keeping himself from grabbing her by remaining still and reminding himself that she wasn't the same as Priscilla; she wouldn't permit any incestuous contact.
Finished, she stood back and caught Matt's eyes fixed to her breast. She blushed, realizing that his eyes were filled with want.
"Matt! Don't look at me that way! I didn't mean to display myself to you."
"Sister or not, Maryanne. You're a beautiful woman. It's the male in me that's looking at you."
Hurrying back to the bedroom, Maryanne was disturbed by the pounding of her heart and the shortness of her breath. She'd recognized the hungry stare, it was the same look her husband had whenever he looked at her breasts. She shivered, remembering how Donald used to love her tits. He'd always devoted full attention to them, even before they were married, and she'd loved every bit of it. But this was her brother! She hated herself for her inner desire to have him pick up where Donald left off. It wasn't so much Matt; any man caressing her breasts would do. No man had touched her since Donald was killed and she'd had to settle for self-gratification since. She'd focused all her emotion into love for her baby. Having him draw milk from her breast gave her a mother's satisfaction, yet frustrated her craving for sexual release.
A week later, they received the news from the hospital that Priscilla had come out of her coma and that she'd be fully recovered and able to come home in two more weeks. This news broke the tension that with the passing of each night, had surrounded Maryanne and Matt. Matt craved her and she knew it, but she fought the temptation to capitulate.
Deciding to celebrate Priscilla's recovery, they chilled a bottle of wine. After the baby had been put to bed, they settled down on the couch and silently drank the wine, finishing the bottle faster than planned. Another bottle was opened, and it disappeared with a similar speed.
Dizzy from the warm, heady wine, Maryanne excused herself and reeled into the bedroom, not bothering to do more than pull her dress off when she went to bed. She sunk to the bed, still clad in her slip. Moments later, Matt came into the room to get his bedding. He noticed that she hadn't even taken her shoes off, so he went over to the bed to do it for her. Holding each leg up, he slipped off her shoes.
"Matt, what ... what are you doing?"
"You've had a little too much, Sis. I'm going to put you to bed.,"
"You're sweet, Matt."
"There-now slide under the covers."
"But I don't have my gown on."
"You're in no condition to put it on, either."
"Help me, Matt. I need my gown ... it's so much easier to feed Donnie in my gown. This slip makes it harder to do."
"Okay, but you'll have to sit up."
"Here, help me ... that's it."
Finding her gown in the closet, Matt returned with it to the bed. He pulled the skirt of her slip out from under her buttocks, then lifted it up over her head and upraised arms. He gasped when he saw the bulging cups of her nursing bra, the soft flesh spilling over the top. He rejected a crazy desire to unsnap the cups designed for breast-feeding. As much as he wanted to expose and free her nipples, he couldn't take advantage of her in her present condition.
"Want to leave your bra on, Maryanne?"
"No, Matt. It's too tight. Go ahead and take it off, too."
He did. And when he did, he stared hungrily at the large, rough nipples. Slightly distended with beads of milk formed on their tips, her breasts drooped down.
From their bulk and angle, Matt could tell that the tits were full of milk. They looked so beautiful, bulging with their liquid. Fighting off his natural desires, he forced himself to ignore the beckoning breasts lined with faint blue milk veins and draped the gown over her head. She fell back on the bed and rolled over to one side. Matt gathered his bedding and started to leave.
"Come to bed with me, Matt. Please!"
"I couldn't, Sis. It wouldn't be right."
"Please, Matt. I need somebody. I want to share my bed with you, to be able to touch you in the night. I'm so lonely."
Matt's heart reached out to her, knowing her loneliness. He slipped out of his shirt and trousers, then crawled into the bed with her. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek, then rolled away from her.
"Okay, Sis. I'm here. Now go to sleep."
"Huddle to me, Matt. Get close to my back so I'll know you're with me."
Matt turned back over and fitted his body around the curve of her back, his chest pressed against her shoulder blades, his pelvis molding around the swell of her buttocks. He buried his face into the maze of her hair and draped one arm over her ribs; his hand coming to rest against her soft, yielding belly. With her female heat warming his body, his penis throbbed. Enlarged from the exposure of her bulky breasts, his cock pushed outward from his shorts, his cockhead quivering between the cheeks of her buttocks.
"I can feel you, Matt," she whispered huskily, thrilling to the shaft of heat touching her rectum.
"Can't help it, Sis. You're a desirable woman even though you're my sister; and I'm a man ... a hungry one at that."
Matt spoke into her hair, meanwhile letting his hand trace little concentric patterns over her rounded belly.
"Mmmmm, that feels good ... do you realize how long it's been since any man touched me? And I was so used to having Donald, just about every night ... god! The things he taught me ... and I loved it all, every bit of it."
Matt continued his casual tracings on her belly, letting a finger poke her navel now and then. The pleasant, thrilling sensations felt soothing to Maryanne and soon lulled her into sleep. Matt, too, was dropping off, his cock still stiff. Then the baby woke up, crying for his feeding. Matt crawled out of the bed and brought the baby to his sister; placing him into her arms.
Maryanne pulled the elastic neckline of her gown down over one swollen tit and exercised the nipple for a moment. When it responded, swelling and stiffening a bit, she fed the nipple into the hungry child's mouth. Maryanne's face glowed as the tiny cheeks hollowed and filled, the child's sucking letting the milk flow from her breast.
Matt watched the feeding for a few moments, still standing by the bed. As if in a daze, he walked to his side of the bed and pulled his shorts off, then crawled back into the bed. His cock was visibly jerking, throbbing with desire and swollen to its full length, the cockhead completely inflated. He reached out with a nervous, shaking hand and pulled Maryanne over on her back.
She moved the baby into the cradle of her arm, accommodating him. Her eyes were closed, her face masked with a contented smile. She didn't realize it when a nervous hand slowly uncovered her other breast, pulling the gown down and away from her body. Her eyes popped open-something was pulling at her other tit. Looking down, she found Matt was pulling on her nipple, then engulfing it into his puckered mouth. She was about to protest, to push him away; when the thrill of lactation coursed through her body and settled in her womb.
Matt sucked gently at first, delighting to the responding flow of thick, sweet liquid. He was actually feeding on warm breast milk! Cupping �he massive orb, he gently massaged it, letting the humid stream trickle down his throat. It felt like her milk was going right to his erection. As each suckle brought forth more liquid, his cock throbbed more excitedly. Pulling her gown up to her waist, Matt moved his pelvis, humping into her thigh flesh, his unoccupied hand reaching to her buttocks. As he humped, he cupped her spongy buttock cheek, thrilling to the feeling of nylon panties on his palm and at his fingertips. The hand on her tit picked up the rhythm of his hand on her panties; his cheeks hollowing and filling in the same cadence.
With her little son and her brother draining the milk from her body, Maryanne lay relaxed, engulfed in maternal pleasure. But her joy was overshadowed by hungry, incessant craving for sex. Thrilling to the flexing fingers on her tit and ass, Maryanne's frustrated sex-drive overpowered her maternal satisfaction, demanding more than lactation. That was cock on her thigh, heating a trail across her skin, and she wanted it. She wanted it in her, between her legs and buried deep in her cunt. She wanted to feel the searing path of a cock long-stroking its way in her vagina, up to the mouth of her womb. She wanted to tremble in climax, to feel her insides knot up, then turn to mush as she reached her peak and fell back down. She wanted to tell that male draining her breast to stop rubbing her leg and put it in her-fuck her-rape her-fill her. Yes, she wanted to feel that familiar gush of semen scalding her, but it was her brother!
Aware that it was her brother, she was about to stop this madness, when he suddenly bit down on her turgid, lactating nipple with a shudder and his semen spurted out. The hot, sticky cum jetted over her thigh and pooled on her belly and panties, burning her flesh.
Matt couldn't contain himself. He jetted spurt after spurt of semen onto his sister's feverish flesh, all the while drawing the last few drops of milk from her depleted breast, Exhausted and sated, Matt rolled over and dropped off into a deep sleep, milk crusting on his lips and semen drying on the knob of his cock.
Disgusted with herself and her depravity, Maryanne threw her legs open wide and raked her fingers through the puddle of her brother's cum pooled on her panties. She started to cry softly, weeping in female frustration as she inserted her dripping fingers into her panties and down to her vagina, then rubbed the sticky fluid on the distended bud of her clitoris. Withdrawing her fingers, she captured another dab of cum and replaced her hand inside the nylon. She fingerfucked herself, stroking her clitoris, strumming herself to an unsatisfactory orgasm. Tears coursed down her cheeks as the waves of release washed through her. And her baby continued feeding, unaware of his mother's masturbation.
Neither Matt nor Maryanne mentioned the incident the next day. Both acted as if nothing had happened. But the following night Matt climbed into bed with her without being asked, and the same circumstances prevailed. Once again, Matt fed at her breast, sharing her milk with his little nephew. Again, Maryanne ended the evening with masturbation, after Matt shot his wad. But this time she didn't wear panties, not wanting to mess up another pair with his cum. This sort of situation prevailed for a week, with Maryanne's frustration mounting higher each evening. Something had to give, both of them craved the more intimate contact of sexual intercourse.
Four days before Priscilla was due to be released, the inevitable happened. Matt was leeched to her breast, enjoying her mother's milk and humping like a dog in heat. The baby was asleep in his crib, allowing Maryanne to cradle Matt's head to her breast as he drained the milk from her tit. Her hungers overwhelming all reason, Maryanne flung open her thighs.
"Mount me, dammit! Give me your cock-give me your flesh-ram me with your cock-FUCK ME!!"
She pulled Matt over between her thighs and groped for his stiff erection. Finding the throbbing shaft distended from his groin, she bared its head in a quick jerking motion, then guided the cockhead to the mouth of her vagina. As she locked her legs around his ribs Matt automatically humped, driving his cock deep into her waiting cunt. Not stopping until he was fully seated, Matt then began a series of long strokes; he was fucking his sister. She begged for more and he accommodated her. Reaching under her legs, he bent them up until they mashed against her breast. Hooking her ankles over his shoulders and behind his head, he slammed to maximum penetration, his cock invading her to the furthest recesses of her cunt.
Maryanne screamed in release as she climaxed. Having been without sex for over a year, she was swept away in a tidal wave of ecstasy as she came. Shock wave after shock wave ripped through her as she repeatedly climaxed, fainting when Matt's cock spurted a flood of hot cum directly into her womb.
Matt hung on to her, crushed against her flaccid, unconscious body. He was shaking like a dog as his balls expelled his sperm. Empty, his cock deflated, and he withdrew from her trembling body.
Maryanne revived, just as Matt released her legs and started massaging them. She screamed, a look of pure horror etched on her face.
"Oh my God! What have I done? What have I done?"
"Ssshhh. It's not that bad, Sis. We couldn't torture ourselves any longer."
"But ... oh my God! You're my brother! It's wrong ... wrong!"
"It's nothing worse than what Priscilla and I have done."
"But I'm your sister, Matt! This is terrible!"
"She's my sister, too."
"It's not the same ... oh my God! It's not the same!"
"Sure it is, Sis ... there's no degree in incest, a sister is a sister."
"But I'm your REAL sister, Matt ... oh God! Can't you see? I'm your REAL sister!" Maryanne shouted, then slumped to her pillow, wracked with tears.
Matt jerked up to a sitting position, a dark cloud masking his face.
"What in hell are you saying, Maryanne? What do you mean, you're my real sister? What damn difference is there between you and Priscilla?"
Maryanne continued crying for a few minutes, then sobbing, she told Matt what she'd meant.
"Our father and mother are not Pussy's parents. You were too young to remember, but Daddy married Mother after his first wife, our mother died. You were about one at the time and I was almost seven. Well anyway, they tried to have a child for three years, but couldn't. After finding out that Mother was barren, they decided to adopt a little girl as their own. They did, bringing Pussy home only six weeks old. Although I was old enough to realize what'd happened, you weren't; so they decided to let you believe that she was your real sister. They wanted the three of us to love each other as brothers and sisters."
"And you never told me?"
"No, I didn't have any reason to ... until now."
"Priscilla doesn't know?"
"No."
"She's actually my stepsister-no blood relation?"
"Yes ... I'm your only blood relation."
Matt sat there stunned for the moment, all sorts of thoughts dashing through his mind. All at once, he grabbed Maryanne and kissed her, tears streaming out of his eyes.
"I love you, Sis ... you've made me the happiest person in the world."
"But Matt. What we did was wrong ... terribly wrong. It can't ever happen again."
"I know ... you're right and I'm sorry. It's something we'll have to put out of our minds and forget. I promise you I won't compromise you again."
"Oh, Matt ... it's as much my fault as yours. I never should've let you take my breast that first time ... and I needed a man so badly. I'll be all right now."
Matt jumped up off the bed, joy pounding in his heart.
"I'll move back to the couch, Sis. You're still a very desirable woman, and I could add, wonderful in bed. Don't want to lose my head and try for seconds, if you know what I mean."
Maryanne's face flushed with embarrassment at Matt's mention of her sexual prowess. Donald had also thought she was a tremendous lay; and had told her so, many times.
"You're a credit to manhood yourself, brother. But you're right ... we can't get too intimate after this. Get out of here and let me clean up. I'd hate to end up with your baby in my belly."
"I pumped enough sperm in you to make triplets. You'd better douche out-fast."
"Okay, Matt. Now get out of here, and Matt ... "
"What, Sis?"
"Thank you ... "
"Good night, Maryanne."
"Good night, Matt."
Matt slept on the couch that night, his heart filled with joy. One phrase kept rolling through his head: 'She's not my sister, she's not my sister."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Gosh damn, it's either the world's biggest baby or a small elephant in there."
Priscilla was standing sideways to the full-length bathroom mirror, appraising her bloated figure. In her seventh month, her body ballooned out from below her breasts down to her pelvis. Her breasts had dropped down, enlarging and gaining in weight in preparation for the impending childbirth. She smiled at her distorted reflection, proudly hugging her inflated belly.
"I hope you're a boy. Your father wouldn't want it any other way."
She took some tablets from the medicine cabinet and popped them into her mouth, washing them down with a glass of tap water. Throwing another quick glance at the mirror, she padded out into the bedroom, after slipping a light cotton maternity dress on.
"Hey, most potent husband of mine."
He looked up, finding her leaning slightly backward against the dresser. The material of her maternity dress stretched against the outline of her breasts and pregnant belly. Unbalanced by their weight, the breasts drooped down, laying their burden against her ribcage. Even as far along as she was, she exuded sex. Her shapely legs still looked good, the calves magnificently formed.
"What is it, love?"
She turned away momentarily to place something on the dresser. Her stance offered a tempting rear profile of flaring hips and protruding buttocks. A terrible desire ripped through him, he wanted to assault her, bite her, suckle her, make her beg him not to drain her tits-to leave some for the baby. She seemed to project an aura of total sexuality and he wanted her, big belly and all. She turned back to him, smiling; and walked over to the bed where he was sitting.
"How about fetching me a glass of milk. Your son needs it to help form his bones."
"Okay, but from the looks of those boobs of yours, you've got more than enough milk already."
"Silly, there won't be any milk in them until the baby's born."
"Well, when there is milk, there'd better be enough for me and the baby. I won't have that little fellow getting all the goodies."
"Mmmmm, I can hardly wait."
"How about a little practice? I might not know how to suck a tit."
"Shit! As much as you've chomped them, you'd probably be able to write a book about it."
"Never mind all that smart lip, woman. Do I or don't I get to practice?"
"All right-you do, but only if you make mad, passionate love to me. That is, if you can bear to touch my ugly body."
"You're not ugly, sweetheart. You're beautiful. You've never been more beautiful to me. Pregnancy seems to agree with you, my love. You positively radiate, but ... won't messing around hurt you ... or the baby?"
He stood her back up and helped her to rid herself of the dress. She wore nothing beneath, not wanting her swelling body to be constricted by tight clothing. She pulled his head in between her massive, exposed breasts.
"Not for a couple of weeks yet," she murmured. "Get me while you can, lover."
He kissed her cleavage tenderly, then worked his lips to the dark, turgid tips, lightly sucking each nipple. Pulling her gently back down on the bed, he slid down to the floor in front of her and covered her bloated belly with wet kisses. She fell back to the mattress and placed her heels on the bed's side rail, her knees held wide apart. Tremors of pleasure rocked her massive belly as he bent forward and kissed her vagina, laving labia and clitoris in a shower of affection.
Priscilla let him lick her cunt for a few minutes, straining up on her elbows to watch his hungry lips work out. She loved to watch his face whenever he ate her snatch, but now that her belly was so large, she could only see the top of his head as he ate her gaping box. Then she rolled over on her knees and offered him her rectum. Without hesitation, he spread the cushy cheeks open and repeated his adulating oral caresses, tonguing her asshole. She accepted his ministrations with a familiar pleasure, then crawled away from his avid mouth.
"Come on, honey. Stop for awhile and get me a glass of milk."
He shrugged his shoulders in mock resignation, then got up off his knees.
"Okay, sweet thing. But I'm not finished yet."
"I hope not. I want you in me before long."
She was sitting on the edge of the bed when he returned with the milk. Taking the glass from him, she took each of her nipples and dipped them into the cool, white liquid. Her nipples responded by drawing up and hardening, the rough surfaces darkening in sensation. She cupped her hand under one of her bulky breasts and lifted it, presenting him with the milky nipple.
"Here you are, baby. Now you can practice."
Her husband dipped down and avidly sucked the fluid from the nipple. After he sucked the other nipple, she repeated the process and again, he cleansed her tits of milk, making little sucking sounds, nibbling her swelling, trembling nipples.
"That's all for now, lover. Mama needs some, too."
She grasped his cock, then slipping off the bed, she dropped to her knees before him and plunged his erect penis into the cold milk. A thrilling shock raced down his shaft and into his testicles. Moving the glass away, she took him in her mouth and sucked the fluid from his swollen cockhead. Repeating this process, she almost caused him to shoot into the glass; he wanted to release so badly. Smiling impishly, she drank the rest of the milk, then scrambled back onto the bed.
"Come on, lover. Make love to me."
He crept onto the bed, ready to do her bidding. When he crawled between her thighs and mounted her, he found that the position was too uncomfortable for her; his weight was pushing down against her enlarged belly.
"It won't work love, damn it, I'm too big."
"That's okay. The book recommends rear entry in your condition, so roll over."
She moved onto her knees, then bent forward over the pillows he placed under her sagging belly. Crawling up behind her, he spread her wide, then let his cock slip in through her labia. Unfaltering, it thrust into her vagina until his pubic hair caressed her puckered rectum. She grunted while taking his cock, loving every inch of throbbing meat that was in her, the same cock that had fertilized her womb and produced her baby.
Getting a handhold on her hips, he readjusted himself for a better angle, then moved his hands up and grasped her shoulders. With a deliberate slowness, he started the long, easy stroking that she'd learned to love, letting his cock travel the full length of her cunt. The rhythm increased as she moved her pelvis back to meet his forward strokes. Fucking in perfect harmony, he reached around her ribs and tugged her distended nipples, setting off her first climax. As she whined in completion, his tempo increased. He wanted to dump his load while her excited pussy was still clenching his cock in spasms.
Sperm jetted into her cunt as he rocked in and out, the knob of his cock swelling and releasing his cum. He moved his hands down from her jiggling breasts and cupped them under her swollen belly, supporting the weight of his unborn child, pumping his cum into Priscilla's thirsty cunt.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-OH, Mmaa-aatt!! "Sock-it-to-me ... you lusty moth-er-fuck-er!!"
Priscilla pushed back as hard as she could, loving the feel of his booming cock imbedded in her, thrilling to his hands caressing her pregnant belly, quivering in total capitulation to the climatic ecstasy that trembled through her body. Closing her legs on on Matt's spurting erection, she lost herself in emotion, loving her 'brother,' who was now her husband and the father of her child.
Matt had met her at the door the day she'd returned from the hospital. Taking her in his arms, he had kissed her and led her into the bathroom. She'd gazed at him quizzically when he opened the medicine cabinet and picked up her birth control pills. Pulling her by the hand again, he'd led her back to the door, opened it, and thrown out the pills into the yard. He'd pushed her back inside, taking her into the living room where Maryanne had been sitting on the couch.
"Tell her everything, Sis. Tell her about the folks and the adoption. Make sure she fully understands the relationship between the three of us."
While Maryanne told Priscilla what she'd told Matt previously, he'd left the room. When he'd returned, he'd found the two girls on the couch, Priscilla had been crying on Maryanne's shoulder.
"Pussy."
She'd looked at him, tears trickling down her cheeks.
"What, Matt?"
"Will you marry me, sweetheart?"
He'd reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. Opening it, he'd taken out a diamond engagement ring, offering it to Priscilla.
"You still want me, after ... "
"Never mind that. That's all in the past. I consider today to be the first in our lives. I love you with all my heart, Pussy. I always have. Now that I know you're not my sister, I want you to be my wife. I want to give you a baby, lots of babies. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. Will you marry me?"
She'd jumped up and fallen into Matt's arms, covering his face with wet, salty, tear-stained kisses.
Maryanne had stayed on for the wedding, then went back to California with her son. She and Matt had thought it best that Priscilla should never know about their one night of madness. Loving them both, she'd wished them the best of luck, promising to return to help Priscilla whenever she was to have her first child.
Shortly after the marriage, the District Attorney dropped the charges against Matt. Getting reinstated with the insurance company, Matt requested and received a transfer to a new location. He wanted to start a whole new life with Priscilla and didn't want any malicious gossip bringing up the past.
The day they moved into their new home in a new town was the day they conceived the baby growing in Priscilla's belly.
The movers had just left the house. The furniture had not yet been arranged. All that was in order was their bedroom. The mattress, box-spring and bedstead were all assembled in the middle of the spacious bedroom.
Priscilla was beginning to open closets and drawers and put their clothes and belongings away. Matt came into the room beaming from ear to ear and sneaked up on his new bride. She was bending down, putting his shirts into the dresser drawer, when he reached out and took her delicious buttock? hi both hands.
"Hey," shouted Pussy, wheeling around, slapping his hand and laughing."
"Well, can't I feel up my own wife, dammit," said Matt, jutting out his chest in masculine pride.
"You really are something else, strutting around the room like a rooster," laughed Pussy. "You nearly scared me to death," she added.
"Well, I like to remind myself that you're all mine now, honey. Anything wrong with that?" Matt added, wrapping his arm around Pussy's supple waist. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.
"I guess not," she beamed. "Oh, Matt, this house is just a dream. And there's a big yard for the kids and all."
"And if I can help it," interrupted Matt, "it'll be full of kids playing and hollering and having a damn good time."
"You planning on keeping me barefoot and pregnant?" said Pussy slyly.
"You might say that," admitted Matt with a grin. "Anything so wrong with that?" He gave her a kiss on the back of the neck, licking his tongue over the nape, tickling her.
"Not as long as I get a pair of shoes now and then and you keep on loving me like you do now," she replied, kissing him on the chin.
Matt pulled her by the waist and pushed her over on the mattress.
"It's time to christen our new bed," he said, standing over her, both hands on his hips. She looked her new husband up and down, admiring his strong virile body, his self-assurance, his' easy domination. She noticed a bulge in his crotch and knew that Matt really meant it about christening their new bed.
"I want us to make a baby. Now, in our new house, right at the start of a new life we're going to be living together," said Matt. He stretched out next to Priscilla and brushed her hair away from her forehead.
"This is very important to me, you know," he added, stroking her forehead again.
"I know that, Matt. It's very important to me, too. I'm the one who will bear the child, not you," she added, turning toward Matt. "It's something that will grow inside me."
Suddenly Matt felt very strange, almost cut off from reality. What Priscilla was saying was true. It was going to be more her child physically than his. It was hard now for him to accept that. He wanted so much to impregnate her, to make her belly swell with his child. To possess her in this way. Now, he realized, Priscilla was right. The baby would be hers.
"But there is a lot of me growing inside you ... " added Matt hesitantly.
"Of course there is," said Pussy. "It's a piece of you too. I don't deny that."
Matt reached over and unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her breasts. He touched the stiffening nipples, feeling their resilience, their toughness. He got up off the bed, bent over and took the pink nib of her nipple in his mouth. This time he was not as violent as he would normally be. Priscilla was the mother of his child, or would be. Something had changed. Some of the wildness left him.
He licked her nipple over and over until it stood up stiff and excited. Pussy began to moan, feeling her former brother's tongue titillate her breast.
Pussy began to moan quietly as Matt excited her tits to hardness.
Matt grabbed her full breast in one hand and pressed it into his mouth as if trying to swallow up the full flesh of his new wife. Now that he knew that they would have a child, their love-making had turned into something very different for him. It was as if he were venerating her body, more than possessing it.
Matt's cock was stiff and ready in his pants. There was no hesitancy there. He was as excited by Pussy as he had ever been. But this time he felt that there was more than simple lust behind the pleasure they would get from each other's bodies.
Matt lifted his mouth off Pussy's nipple. He looked her in the face, admiring her beautiful hair, her half shut eyes, the curve of her sensuous mouth. This was the mother of his child, he thought. And nothing could be more beautiful than that. Her chest heaved slightly as she breathed in the passion that hung over them in the air.
Matt then started to undress Pussy. Her eyes still half shut her pulled the blouse from her torso, letting her breasts fall free and heavy. Both nipples stood erect and waiting for his teeth and tongue to grab hold of them and give her ripples of pleasure throughout her body.
Then he loosened her skirt, pulled it off, baring her panties, clutching tightly to the dark mass of her pubic hair and the round fullness of her hips.
"Matt, I want this time to be special," murmured Pussy, opening her eyes to take in his passionate strong face.
"It will be, honey. I want you never to forget the love I'm going to make to you. Never," said Matt, uniting his gaze with hers. They had never looked each other in the eye like that. There was something final and complete about it all. And they both knew that they had reached a new plateau of understanding. Perhaps, thought Pussy later, because of Cathy's death.
They had both loved this young girl so much. And the accident had so stupidly taken her away from them, almost ruined their lives because of the malicious stupidity and ignorance of Cathy's parents.
And then, somehow, everything had come right again, almost by a miracle. So now they felt something very special about their marriage, as if it was guided and watched over by Cathy from some other sphere. Her will was making things turn out right for them, and, thought Pussy, their child would be beautiful because of this.
Even Matt, wild, violent, always eager to prove himself the caveman male, had felt a change and had mellowed. Not only did he feel love and passion for his former sister, but now he felt respect.
"Well, I don't think," said Pussy, "I'll ever forget. Cathy has taught us something. We've grown up. We're not two kids playing with each other any more, Matt."
"I know, Pussy. I know. But that doesn't stop me from wanting you so bad." He caressed her naked body, running his hand over her throat, her full breasts, down her belly to bury in the luscious folds of her cunt and then to continue down her thighs, over her calves to her feet. In that gesture Matt was trying to capture all of her, to feel her entire body in one touch and to possess her then in one act.
He pulled off his shirt and dropped his trousers. His stiff cock jumped up out of his crotch as wild and ready to fuck as ever before. Already a pearl drop of pre-cum was forming at the slit of his glans, round and swollen with anticipation.
"Let's do everything we can think of to each other before ... " he murmured, burying his mouth in the soft curves of her belly.
"Before we make our baby?" said Pussy. "Yes, I want to taste every inch of your body."
Matt moved his mouth down from her navel to her pubic hair, frolicking in their downy softness and then pressing on to her warm cunt.
He licked over the slit and the lips began flowing outward, widening the tunnel deep into her womb.
He licked over her stiffening clit, teasing it so that it grew even more excited until he could hear Pussy panting with pleasure. The juice from her cunt began to flow over her labia, wetting them completely, and dripping gently over the voluptuous folds of her ass below.
"Give me your cock, Matt," she whispered hoarsely. Matt flipped his body around so that his stiff prick was pointing toward Pussy's mouth. She opened her lips and stuck out her tongue. Her eyes were wide open so that she could see everything that was happening.
The drop of pre-cum now had begun dripping down, forming a glinting streamer off the tip of his throbbing cock. She stuck out her tongue and licked up the juice, tasting its mild saltiness and its heady taste of potency.
She could no longer remember how many times she had tasted this and had swallowed load after load of his hot sperm. Now she would not be allowed to eat his cum. He would be saving it for her belly, for the egg waiting inside her to be fertilized and make their first baby.
Her tongue flicked around the ridge of the glans, exciting his penis so that it jumped as her tongue touched a sensitive spot. More pre-cum oozed out, dripping down over her lips so that she could drink it up, feeling the delicious sliminess of it. It was like a precious oil only she had the right to enjoy. And it was an oil that enriched her completely, made her feel young and alive.
She opened her mouth and drew the turgid glans between her lips, sucking the juice from the slit into her mouth. The full throbbing stiffness of his cock excited her as never before.
Matt plunged his tongue into the crevice between her opening labia, licking out the flowing juice, burying his nose in her rich ass. His tongue darted in and out, exciting her clit, so that he could take it full in his lips and teeth and pull on it.
Pussy shuddered as his teeth clamped down gently on her clit, grazing up and down it, exciting it so that her whole cunt quivered with pleasure.
"Oh suck it, Matt," she gasped, feeling the lust in her body escape from her. He was arousing her flesh more than she could stand. She felt she was losing control of her body.
Matt was so engrossed in devouring her cunt in every way he could think of that he did not answer her. He only vaguely heard her words and understood the passion that was behind them. This excited him even more. He took her clit in his teeth and began biting it and pulling it out so that it vibrated, long and stiff in his mouth.
Pussy continued to groan and mutter half formed words. She opened her eyes and once more caught sight of Matt's rigid cock. She reached up, pulled his body down closer to her face, and swallowed his throbbing cock into her mouth. She sucked it deep into her throat, feeling its hardness and his excitement.
As many times as she had sucked Matt's cock since they were practically children, it never ceased to excite her more than she could stand. The feel of this stiff manhood in her mouth ready any time to explode seed from his balls into her throat drove her wild. She sucked up and down the long thick rod feeling every inch, appreciating its hardness.
Matt licked his tongue in and out of her cunt. The soft wetness and the heady musky odor of her sex filled his head. He wanted to open his whole mouth and swallow and chew up her soft velvety flesh. He could drink her juice as it gushed out of her excited vagina, lubricating the walls to slickness in anticipation of his fucking cock.
Despite himself, Matt began to moan with the newly discovered thrill of Pussy's body. The heat of her cunt intoxicated him. Every flow of her juices over his tongue made him want to swallow her cunt up, chew and eat it up like a cannibal.
As he licked and sucked her pussy, the lips flared open even wider, sending torrents of warm juice down over his face and mouth until it dribbled off his chin.
"Pussy, suck my prick harder," he gasped, coming up for air.
Pussy went wild. She used her teeth, her lips and her tongue to suck up and down his thick rod and pull all the juice she could out of it. It throbbed as she swallowed it into her throat and let it lay there, shivering for a few seconds before she slid her lips up to the head and then began all over again.
Matt's whole body was beginning to sweat now from exertion as he fucked into her sucking mouth and, at the same time, buried his own mouth into her thrusting cunt. Both of them were straining and bucking under each other's sucking.
Finally Matt again came up for air and pulled his throbbing prick out of Pussy's throat.
"I want to suck your ass, Pussy. Get down," he motioned.
Quickly Pussy got on all fours, thrusting her ass up and open into Matt's face. He bent down and licked the hairs of her crotch slick and wet against the ridge of flesh running from her cunt to her asshole. Her puckered hole fluttered slightly, anticipating the invasion of his tongue.
He bent forward again and licked all over her ass, feeling the succulent fullness of her buttocks with his whole mouth. With his free hand he reached under her and caressed her large hanging breasts. With the other hand he drove a finger into her sopping cunt.
Pussy let out a loud groan as she felt his finger invade her vagina. It was rougher than his tongue, coarser, but that much more exciting because of the crudeness of it.
Pussy writhed her ass, grinding the lips of her cunt against Matt's ringer.
"Stick your hot tongue in it," she whispered, twitching her ass again in Matt's face. He stuck his tongue as far out of his mouth as he could and then prodded it against the tight round muscle of her asshole. Flicking around it in circles, the muscle slowly relaxed and, in a few more seconds, he was plunging his tongue deep inside her.
"Ooh, lover," she moaned in ecstasy, forgetting everything but the sharp pleasure of his tongue invading her ass. He shoved his finger deeper into her cunt and rubbed it in and out against her clit.
She groaned and shook her ass, grinding her lips against his fast fucking finger.
Matt pulled her tits, pinching the nipples and stretching the heavy fullness down as far as he could.
His cock was now bobbing uncontrollably in the air. The pre-cum was oozing out of the slit so fast that a steady stream now ran down to the surface of the mattress forming a dark pool of wetness there.
His tongue shot in and out of her loose asshole now, as Pussy writhed and moaned softly, enjoying every stroke of his tongue, every thrust and pull of his fingers.
When she could no longer stand the thrusts of his tongue and fingers, she twisted away, stopping the steady rise which would lead to orgasm.
Facing Matt now, she leaned forward and took his mouth in hers. She could taste her cunt juice on his chin and lips. It reminded her of the sweetness of Cathy's own pussy and the times they had spent together.
"Oh, Matt, give me your mouth," she moaned, sticking her tongue deep between his lips, searching out his tongue. When she found it she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and sucked his in afterwards.
Their cheeks hollowed as they sucked each other's lips and tongue, drinking each other's saliva and slowly becoming even hotter than before.
Matt's cock was now standing at full erection. There were moments when he thought he would just shoot off into the air. But he kept himself in control. His balls felt heavy against his throbbing rod as he continued kissing Pussy's hot mouth.
Pussy pulled away for a second, breathing heavily.
"Bend down," she whispered. Matt looked back at her, not understanding exactly what she wanted.
"Bend down so I can lick your prick and balls and ass from between your legs," she panted, her eyes wild with the luscious fantasy her own words were exciting in her. "Get down like I just did."
Matt looked her in the eye. Her desire was so fierce that there was no denying her what she wanted.
He got down on all fours and pushed his muscular, hairy ass up toward her face. In a matter of seconds he felt her tongue slip along the ridge between his balls and asshole. The sensation thrilled him like nothing ever had before. No woman had ever done this to him, not even in the Far East.
Slowly Pussy licked along the underside of his prick, making it toss and jut forward uncontrollably. Matt hissed between clenched teeth, trying desperately to keep from shooting his load.
Then Pussy's tongue began licking over his balls, laving them, plastering the coarse hairs down on his tightening sack. His balls seemed to expand and swell with the attention of, her tongue. Then, slowly, she began to make her way back to his asshole, slicking down the hairs as she went.
Finally her pointed tongue reached his pucker muscle and began to poke and stroke at it. Darts of pleasure shot up his spine as she tongued his hairy asshole, slowly loosening it so that she could finally fuck her tongue deep inside him.
He began to moan. There was no way he could stop himself now. He knew that he was moaning just like a bitch in heat, but the feeling was too intense. He was, for the first time in his life, out of control. Pussy could now do anything she wanted with his body.
Every stroke of her prodding tongue sent shivers of pleasure through him. When she reached forward and grabbed his cock and balls in her hand, he groaned loudly.
Her tongue flicked around his asshole more quickly now. He wanted to twitch and writhe under her attack, but he felt ashamed to let himself go in front of his new wife. Even though they had been sleeping with each other since childhood, there was a certain male-female distance between them that Matt had cultivated as part of what excited him in fucking a woman.
Now Pussy with her hot tongue was intent on destroying that separation.
Suddenly Matt felt her tongue plunge up his asshole. His whole body reacted, shuddering from head to toe.
"Pussy, no," moaned Matt, not really wanting her to stop. He was enjoying her tongue churning around in his ever widening asshole much more than he would care to admit.
In any case Pussy was deaf to anything he could say to her at this point. She shoved her tongue in and out of her man's ass, feeling the power of fucking him with her tongue and driving him wild with new sensations. She pulled roughly on his cock and balls to keep him from coming before he could stick his cock deep inside her. She did not want to waste a drop of his sperm. All of it would go toward making their baby.
"Stop," moaned Matt again. This time she heard him and pulled her tongue out of hit asshole.
"What's wrong, honey?" she crooned, flipped himself around and grabbed her by the shoulders. He pushed her down flat on the mattress.
"Nothing's wrong, angel," he panted. "I just want to fuck your cunt wide open and shoot into you and make our baby." He could now feel the air of the room evaporate Pussy's spit off his asshole as he spread his legs to better clamp around her body. It gave him an odd feeling of vulnerability which he enjoyed, strangely enough.
"Then fuck me, Matt. Now. Don't stop until you've come inside me."
Without a moment's hesitation Matt rose slightly off Pussy's heaving body. He threw her legs over his shoulders and shoved his slimy prick against her cunt. They were both so excited from the foreplay that his cock slipped right in to the crotch hairs without any difficulty.
"Uhmmm," grunted Pussy as she felt the full length of Matt's cock enter her vagina. "Fuck me good, lover," she hissed.
Gradually he built up his thrust, fucking faster and faster, thrashing his rock-hard prick around in her cunt, feeling, the muscles of her vagina tighten and suck at his rod.
As Matt built up speed, Pussy began shoving her cunt deep against Matt's crotch so he could fuck deeper into her. Her body was now drenched with sweat as she lost control and rode his stiff cock.
"Fuck my cunt," she shrieked hoarsely. And Matt, excited even more by her words, pumped his dick harder and faster into her grasping wet cunt until he knew he was going to shoot.
"Shoot into your fucking cunt," he muttered deliriously. He felt his balls pull up tight to his jabbing rod as the first shudder ripped through Pussy's body, shaking her to peak into orgasm.
"Ooh, Matt," she groaned, shivering in orgasm.
Matt could hold back no longer. The cum shot out of his balls, up his shaft and spurted deep inside Pussy's contracting cunt.
"Fucking cunt," he groaned, fucking his penis deep in and out of Pussy's cunt, not even knowing what he was saying. He shot load after load as Pussy shivered in one orgasm after another. The two of them grappled and held each other tight as Matt's spasms ripped through his cock and he shot the full load of his balls into Pussy's' hungry cunt.
Finally they were exhausted. Matt felt his balls drained dry and beginning to ache with exertion. He rolled off to one side on to the mattress. Pussy's legs dropped down and she stretched out languorously.
"Oh, Matt?" she sighed.
"What, honey?" he answered, his broad chest heaving from the sexual bout.
"If that didn't make our baby, nothing will." Then they both started to giggle and fell back into each other's arms.
That was seven months ago and now, happy in their marriage, Matt and Priscilla were established in their new home, awaiting the birth of their child. A child, it seemed, both had wanted for years.
After wiping the cum from his cock, Matt carefully cleaned away the semen dripping out of Priscilla's saturated pussy, stopping every once in a while to kiss her mountainous belly.
"Hey, the little fellow's raising hell in- there. Guess he doesn't want his old man shooting the juice to his mama any more."
Priscilla relaxed, letting her husband clean her and kiss her, swimming in emotion as he tended to her. She could feel the baby kicking.
"I hope he doesn't take too long being born."
"Why, sweetheart?"
Priscilla looked at him as he placed his cheek against her belly, listening and feeling for his baby.
"Because I can't wait to make another one ... or maybe twins."
Matt laughed, then bent over and kissed her silky pussy.
