Linda rubbed her soft body against Tommy, her brother-in-law, and moved her hands all the way up his thigh until she felt the bulge in his pants-telling her that Tommy wanted her as much as she desired him.
Linda's fingers slipped inside his pants and pulled them to the ground, revealing his long, hard cock. She caressed the underside of his shaft with her nails ... up and down ... teasing his balls ... placing her mouth at the tip of his throbbing member ... taking its entire length inside of her warm, wet mouth ... getting lost in her own lust.
Linda wasn't worried any longer about being accepted and liked by her new relatives. If all of them reacted to her like Tommy-she'd have no trouble at all.
CHAPTER ONE
Linda Downs dozed fitfully, dreaming of young men with oversized cocks. She never liked to refer to the young ones as boys; if they were big enough, they were men to her. There was something about the small-framed, smooth, muscular bodies that sent her into fits of frenzied lust. It was an almost uncontrollable spasm that raced through her body whenever she was near a young boy. For a long time she had fought it, but now, hell, it was the only way to live, she decided. If a cock was at least five inches long, the boy was big enough. She had decided this a long time ago, long before she was married, in fact, but it seemed only recently that she had actively searched out these young boys as lovers. Half the time, anyway, her husband, Brad, couldn't keep it up long enough to satisfy her needs.
This was die only reason she was taking this trip with him. Brad had been having some problems with his nerves, and when he suggested going back to Indiana to visit his family, she agreed, especially since she had seen pictures of his younger brother. The boy was only fourteen and Linda just knew that he would make her life and her visit worthwhile. Maybe he would even have some friends who would join in some games she had in mind.
She lay now, fantasizing. She heard a slight tapping on the metal door. Now she was aware, too, of the click of the metal AMTRAK wheels as they sped along the rails that seemed to disappear ahead in the desert.
"Linda," the voice called softly, and again came tapping on the metal door. "It's me, Brad."
"Where the hell you been?" she called out in a high-pitched, lust-filled voice. "Just a minute."
The compartment door opened just enough to admit her husband, then closed quickly. When Brad turned to face his young wife he saw why. Linda was clad only in bra and panties. Both were made of sheer black lace, which shielded little of her body. A few wisps of pubic hair escaped from beneath the restraining elastic.
Brad swallowed abruptly. Even after living with her three years he still felt desire racing through him when he saw her like this. A stirring in his groin forced blood into his limp prick. He knew he would have a hard-on if he looked at her much longer.
"Damn," he said, his face crinkling into a grin, "and I wasted all that time sleeping out in the observation car." He moved toward her, arms outstretched.
When Linda pushed her warm body against his, the sweat poured from their bodies. "Shit," she said in a disgusted manner, her voice revealing her frustration. "It's even too hot to fuck." Brad's hands fell to his sides, and he nodded in agreement. "I guess it is at that. Say, where did you get the fan?" he asked.
Linda flashed a seductive smile and sat down on the edge of the narrow bed, crossing her bare legs. "Oh, just by showing a little of my naked ass to that conductor. The horny old bastard would have fucked me and fanned me himself if I'd let him."
"I don't doubt it," Brad answered, looking at his wife as the fan's breeze ruffled her long hair. The brown mass fell carelessly around her shoulders, accenting her deep, dark eyes. Those eyes sometimes excited, sometimes puzzled, and sometimes frightened him. It was hard for him to believe she was only twenty years old, just three years younger than himself. She always seemed so much older, with a poise and awareness far beyond her years.
"Damned air conditioning," she snapped, lighting a cigarette. "It's not worth the powder to blow it to ... Indiana."
Brad sighed deeply. Here it comes again, he thought. If she acts like this when we get home it'll ruin everything.
"It's sure as hell hot all right, but it'll be cooler in Boondale. Doesn't really warm up back home till about the middle of summer," Brad said loudly.
Linda looked at him, unimpressed. "How much farther is this Shangri-la of yours anyway?"
"Oh, about one more day's ride. We should be there by this time tomorrow."
"Well," she said, looking out the train window. "I just hope to shit we're out of this pretty damned soon. I've been bored silly before, but never for so long at a time."
Brad sat down beside her, running his hand over the softness of her white skin. It was clammy in the dull heat. "You'll like it in Boondale. It's nothing like this. We've got hills and trees and...." He let his hand slide over the elastic top of her panties and onto the mass of pubic hair that peeked through the thin material. He worked one finger up and down the slit until the material was creased. He felt the moistness flow as if he had unplugged a dam. Slowly, his cock began throbbing against his leg.
"I just hope you've got indoor plumbing," she said. "I can't wait to settle into a good, soaking bath. I might even let you crawl in and fuck me on the spot. We've never screwed in a tub before. I'd like to know what the hell you do in that hick town besides fuck," Linda teased sarcastically.
"They've got a theater," Brad said defensively. "But it's probably closed now. The drive-in is open in the summer time though."
"Drive-in?" Linda spread her legs so Brad could work his probing finger under the material. "Now just a minute, I'm not going to any drive...." Brad found the hole and worked his finger in. "Look honey, we'll find plenty to do. The folks will keep you busy, and Kelly can show you around town."
"Hmm, by now she'd be ... about thirteen, but, I, uh...." Brad's cock was getting so hard he didn't think he could stand it any longer. He had to fuck her regardless of the heat, Christ! she was something, this wife of his!
"Uh-huh. That's what I thought; marooned for ten days in an Indiana Hoosier whistle stop with a thirteen-year-old prick teaser for a companion."
"Damn it, I wish to hell you wouldn't act like this even before you've seen the place." Brad lay beside her on the bunk. Linda raised up and leaned over him, unbuckling his belt. When she had it undone she unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his aching cock. She grasped it hungrily. God, it was a good cock, but if it was on a young boy it would be better, she decided. Still there was something about this cock, and her husband could still get her mighty horny.
Brad was still talking. "When we get home...."
"Correction, lover-when you get home. I live in Los Angeles, remember?"
Brad took a deep breath and held it. "Okay, okay."
Linda lowered her head and put her moist lips around the bulging knob of his throbbing cock. She swallowed it once, deeply, then raised back up and looked at him. "Like this?"
"Hmmmm," was all Brad could utter.
"Amen," she said, dipping her head for another suck at his cock. This time she let the length of the prick go into her throat. She held it there a moment. Then she let her tongue curl around and tickle the underside of the powerful prick as she brought her head back up. She gripped it at its base, measuring its unbelievable dimensions. After three years she still found it hard to believe. It was so big. Up went her hand, past swollen veins, along its proud length to just below the bulging head, where she lingered. She squeezed and watched the wetness at the tip grow. He moaned loudly and reached out, grabbing at her hair. Talking about something else while they played with each other was one of their games to make sex last. God, sometimes they could go on for hours, she remembered.
Delicately, she licked the wet drop from the cock head, then dug the tip of her tongue into its little opening. She kissed and nuzzled along the shaft's length, breathing on him hotly. She made warm animal noises in her throat and heard him respond. She tickled his cock with her tongue along its base, up the sides, and back down again to bury her lips in his crinkly pubic hair. She lifted his balls and held them tenderly as she licked them. She opened her mouth wide and took one nut carefully inside, loving the feeling of its movement in her mouth.
Suddenly Linda took the head of his prick in her mouth again, sucking strongly and moaning like an animal. She could taste the come which had gathered there since her last suck. Brad's body tightened and his finger pulled at her hair. She moved around on the. bed so Brad could reach her moist pussy. When his finger found its way inside her she moaned loudly.
Soon it was clearly beyond her control. She didn't give a damn whether or not it was too hot. She tried to concentrate on the prick in her mouth, tried to use all the techniques she had learned. She swallowed his huge cock down her throat. Then, slipping her wet lips up and down, she lingered with her tongue on the cock head, licking its tasty meat. Now she plunged down again to bury his big prick in her throat.
But she was further along than Brad was. He was too good with his finger; he knew too well how to bring her cunt to life. She moaned, her mouth full, as her body began the overwhelming puppet-dance of orgasm. The ache was too strong to be satisfied this way, no matter how good it felt. She let her lust build for a moment, grinding her cunt on his sweet, wet hand until she knew it would be only seconds before she exploded.
Brad knew instinctively what Linda was thinking. He hadn't been fucking her for three years without learning all these things. He pushed her off his cock and stood up and finished undressing. Linda stripped off her panties and bra. Her large tits quivered in their freedom.
It was Linda's show now, and he let her lead the way. She swished his prick against her wetness, loving the noises it made. She rubbed his cock against her clit until she had regained the level of pleasure she'd had before. Already she was coming. Her stomach grew weak with desire and she let herself fall ... fall, slipping down his long, gleaming cock until she writhed in greedy abandon. She was coming, now. Brad rammed his mad prick into her again and again. She melted in ecstasy, shivering through a series of pleasure-waves. She couldn't fuck his mouth with her tongue anymore and had to hiss her satisfaction in his ear. "I'm coming. God, coming. Yes, yes, coming, coming ... coming!" Everything went red and black and she shook, plunging into the depths of her orgasm, mindless of time or place.
When she regained her senses she rose from his cock, hearing the slurping suction. Brad's enormous cock slipped from her cunt. Then Linda knelt between his legs. She took his softening meat into her mouth, loving the taste of her own juice. She ran her wet lips up and down, knowing that gentleness was what he needed first, gentle, soft sucking.
"I love doing this," she told Brad. "I want you to come in my mouth."
Already the juice of their fucking was gone and her lips moved on their own wetness.
"Man, oh man!" Brad gasped.
Brad held her head, guiding her movements on him. She could feel what he wanted through the sounds he made. It wouldn't' be long.
And it wasn't. "Ohhh," Brad said, helplessly into his climax. "Ohhhh!"
His pelvis jerked, throwing his huge cock up into her. She tried to cushion everything with her lips, but his movements were wild. Cruelly, he jammed his enormous prick into her throat. His moans were louder than hers had been. She loved it, that gigantic cock pushing in and out of her mouth.
She felt the hot gush with her tongue, and she was ready for his load. She sucked madly, swallowing automatically. The spurting cock rammed again into her throat. She let it explode, sucking and swallowing madly ... again and again and again ... her mind clouded with bliss. She felt her cunt contract and relax in a kind of sympathetic orgasm. She had never believed that possible; she got herself off sucking a cock.
The mighty prick went soft and she crawled back up onto the bunk beside him. She reached for the fan and slowly fanned the two of them. When the sweat began to dry she felt cooler.
"Did you get a lot of pussy in Boondale, Brad?" The question caught him off guard. "Huh?"
"Did you fuck a lot of women there?"
An involuntary shudder passed through him and he turned his back to her. What kind of a question was that? Brad thought.
"You didn't answer my question."
He turned to face her, his lips parted in what he hoped was a smile. "Sure I got a little but, hell, you know, just kid stuff."
"Tell me about one of them. It'll pass away the time."
Brad looked at her. He knew she was bored and he didn't want that. "Well," he began slowly, "There was one. I'd been away to the service, and when I got back on leave I visited one of them. Betty ... I can't think of her last name. We were out in the country at her old man's farm. They were all gone so we had the place to ourselves.
"We kissed, then undressed and crawled into bed. It was as if there had been no separation. We came together they way we always did, my cock hard against her. My hands traced a delicate pattern on her naked flesh as we enjoyed each other's warmth. There was a sadness hanging in the background. It was thrust aside temporarily, yet it was still there. Betty sat up after a while and bent her head to my cock, kissing it and holding it at the base, her hands squeezing my balls. I stiffened. She had never done this before. It felt painfully wonderful. Her mouth was hot and moist, her lips sucking at my cock head. I wondered where she had learned to suck cock. I wanted to howl with pleasure but I was afraid of the neighbors and their wagging tongues.
"I let her suck a little while longer, then I dragged her roughly, half off the bed. Holding her ass in my hands, I stood on the floor and spread her legs. Then I rammed my cock into her pussy, grinding it deeply to the point of no return. My balls were hard and firm against her bottom. I was glad now I had taken her mouth off my cock when I had. Her inner muscles clutched at my prick, pulling it never deeper. She moved like a corkscrew when I took it almost all the way out, stroking long and easy the way I knew she liked it. I could feel the churning bubbling juice in her and I felt her body tremble violently as she convulsed into a climax. I fell onto her as I come, feeling the fury of the orgasm as it rocketed through my body."
Brad stopped telling his story and looked at Linda. She was lying beside him on the compartment bunk, working her finger in and out of her pussy.
"Dear," he said, "you wanted to hear about a piece of ass."
"You fucking right I did. Now look what's happened. You made me so goddamn hot I'm fingering myself."
"I can fix that."
Brad reached over and replaced her finger with his own. As he worked his finger in and out Linda reached over and took his cock in her hand.
"Brad, can we spend the vacation fucking?"
"Sure, babe, anything you want. We can fuck in the bed, in the pasture, in the bam and...." Linda stiffened and Brad realized that the combination of his story, his finger and his cock had gotten her off.
He arose from the bunk and let her lie relaxed. He wondered if he could still fuck Betty. She would be good now, he knew. She would look great too. He wondered how some of his other friends looked now. But then, three years wouldn't make much difference in appearance. Still, there were quite a few guys and girls he hadn't seen since high school, and he had changed a bit himself. He now wore his hair longer and kept it well trimmed. He was taller, too, and a bit heavier. He was far from fat, just a little undeveloped muscle here and there. And, he thought, looking into Linda's hand mirror, he was a hell of a lot better looking now, too.
"Well, aren't we gorgeous," chided Linda as she rose from the bunk in time to catch him with the mirror in his hand.
Brad laid the mirror down. "I had something in my eye," he said sheepishly.
"Hmmm," she murmured in that mysterious tone that bothered Brad because he never quite knew what she was thinking. She elected to change the subject.
"You know," she said, her full lips curving up into a sly grin, "this might even be fun. I've heard about these small Midwestern towns, and I understand some of them are pretty wild. Hell, after what you've told me, I...." She let her sentence hang.
He looked at her in disapproval. "This isn't Peyton Place, so don't go opening a lot of closets hoping to find any skeletons."
"I might find a lot of people fucking in closets, too, huh?" She grinned. She picked up the mirror and looked into it. "I think you should've told me more about the people around there. Reckon, being on the farm and all, knowing about sex, they really start at a young age. I bet the kids start fucking around before they go to school." She grinned, half serious and half humorous.
"Linda," Brad said, his voice serious. "We talk about fucking all the time, but those kids are no different on the farm than they are in the city."
"But," Linda interrupted, "they just start fucking around sooner. Right?"
"Perhaps."
"I bet your young brother has already fucked everything in sight."
"Tommy?" Brad laughed. "He probably has."
"Is he hung like you?" She had a half-mocking look on her face.
"I doubt it. He's still pretty young. Besides, he's much too young for you. Much too young."
"I bet he could give me a thrill though."
"Hey," Brad said, "don't get any ideas. He's just a kid and...."
"So am I, lover. So am I," Linda said, cutting him off in mid-sentence.
"Aw, come off it."
"How about your sister? I bet the two of them have already fucked about all the ways there are to fuck. Still," she remarked thoughtfully, "I reckon I can teach them both a few things."
Brad stared at her.
Linda only smiled. Wow, she thought, if the kid is hung like Brad what more could I ask for? The thought of having the young kid ram an oversized dong into her hot pussy, caused shivers to race up and down her body. She was aware that Brad knew what was causing the excitement, but at the moment she could have cared less.
CHAPTER TWO
The homecoming was the usual one, except that, since Brad had decided to surprise the family, his parents were not there to greet them. They had driven to Indianapolis for a convention. The two kids were as excited though. Linda liked Brad's young sister from the start. The girl was beginning to fill out in the right places, and Linda kept having visions of Tommy screwing her. Kelly, the girl, had an enthusiasm for everything, including asking about all the movie stars Linda had seen. Tommy was much more reserved, trying to act much older than he was.
Later that evening Brad was engrossed in an old high school scrapbook on the card table in front of him and Linda sat beside him, holding a drink in one hand and resting the other lightly on Brad's shoulder. When Tommy entered the room she immediately rose and walked toward him.
"Well now," she exclaimed, setting her drink on the card table, unaware of Brad's critical glance when a portion of her panties, under the short mini, showed. "You must be the man of the family now, huh?" She wanted to start him talking. About all he had done since their arrival was sit and listen to everyone else talking.
"What, uh...." he stammered.
"I mean with Brad gone. You help your Dad take care of the farm, I suppose?"
"Oh yes," he grinned.
"I never did kiss you hello," she said, and suddenly planted a kiss hard and full on his lips. For just a flicker of a second, she let her tongue dart out and tickle his lips.
Tommy's face flushed.
Linda smiled and walked back to her seat, her hips fighting the thin skirt that contained them. When she sat down, her skirt rose almost to her panty edge and she made no effort to push it down. She wore no stockings and even Tommy could tell at a glance that this gal was in heat, deep heat.
After dinner, Linda and Brad went on to bed. Upstairs, Linda slipped a short black silk gown over her head, and said to her husband, "Well, lover, did I pass the first test?"
He shrugged.
"And how about Tommy? Do you think he likes me?"
Brad laughed. "He probably doesn't know quite what to make of you if he's as shy as he used to be. I think you embarrassed him a couple times . there ... poor kid. I bet he's still looking for his first piece of ass."
Linda slid under the covers. "And what are you looking for, big brother?" she asked.
He grinned and said nothing, but he noticed the trembling was gone from his hand as he reached for the light switch. As soon as he lay down beside her, Linda reached for his cock. It was limp and lifeless. She squeezed his prick gently, trying to get it up.
"Not tonight," Brad said, turning from her onto his side.
"Shit," she exclaimed, "I'm horny as hell. That's why I wanted to come on to bed." She didn't add that she was hot because Tom had been looking at her crotch every chance he got. God, she thought, I wonder how it would feel to have a virgin like him fucking me!"
She dozed fitfully, dreaming of young men with oversized cocks. Sometime after midnight she awoke, realizing she needed to go to the bathroom. The drinks she had consumed had to come out. Her bladder felt as if it would burst. She eased out of bed, listening to the snores from her husband. As she made her way down the hall, she thought she detected a noise in the bathroom, but she wasn't sure. There wasn't a light on but the moonlight coming through the window was almost as bright as day. She eased the door open and there stood Tim with his shorts down, stroking one of the biggest hards Linda had ever seen. At first glance it appeared even bigger than her husband's, but she realized that, because Tommy was so young, the cock was just out of proportion. Still the sight of his hard cock started a ripple of pleasure that worked its way from the moistness of her pussy on up through her chest and into the back of her head. She shivered visibly.
The young boy was so engrossed in what he was doing that he failed to see or hear her sneak in and shut the door. When she whispered, "Let me help," he jumped as if she had just fired a shot at him.
He was so embarrassed he couldn't answer. Pulling up his shorts nervously, he turned to face her.
"You looked so funny," she said suddenly, to ease his frustration. "Like you've been caught doing something really bad."
His mouth was dry as he tried to speak, but it was no good. He couldn't utter a sound. Swallowing he tried again, but still no sound.
"It's not bad," she whispered, reassuring him. Slipping her arms around him, she held him as a mother might. "It's the ... uh, it's the only way sometimes."
"It is?" he finally managed to get out through his dry mouth and lips.
"Yes. It is. How else do you think kids keep from going out of their minds?"
"I don't know," he stammered. "I thought I was the only one...."
She hugged him tighter. "Even grownups do it, Tommy. I have myself, especially when I think of...." She had meant to say "young boys," but she couldn't bring herself to say it aloud. "I guess I mean when I get excited looking at something, well, sometimes it gets me so hot I have to play with myself or go nuts." She squeezed him again. "I got you all worked up when I held my legs apart down in the living room, didn't I?"
He nodded.
"I thought I did. Did you see my pussy?"
He nodded again.
"I got sort of excited too, knowing you were looking at it."
Tom nodded wordlessly, not able to speak openly yet. He felt as though he was going to explode, her touch excited him so much. Painfully conscious of the feel of her near-nude body again his, his breath began coming in sharp, harsh gasps. Now his cock was rock-hard as she continued to hold him.
"Maybe I can help you," Linda suggested. "I want you to touch me." She looked down at him to see if he had accepted her suggestions. He nodded. She released him, leaning toward him to whisper, "Can we sneak into your room?"
He nodded. "It's just next door."
Inside the room, Linda sat on the edge of his bed and pulled him down next to her. "You want to touch me, don't you?"
Again he only nodded, unable to speak.
She reached over, and he came into her arms again. His arms tightened convulsively around Linda, and he wanted her, wanted to fuck his own sister-in-law more than anything in the world! She caressed his thigh with harder and quicker strokes now, then released his hand on her breast where she had guided it earlier. Both Linda's hands were moving hotly, restlessly, over the boy's trembling young body. Tommy tried in one last desperate attempt at rational behavior to remove his hand from Linda's softly resilient breast, but he couldn't. He couldn't move at all except to continue to caress her and tweak her hot, distended nipples into further arousal ... if that were possible, he thought. His tongue fused with hers in a madly wet kiss of desire as her eager, searching hand moved all the way up his thigh and found the hot aching bulge between his legs, then began to move over it with gentle and yet demanding fondling!
The touch of her fingers on his massively hardened cock and his lust-swollen balls brought a palsied trembling to the youth, and agonized moans came from deep inside him.
Linda's fevered fingers slipped inside the waistband of his jockey shorts and pulled them down and away from his virilely pulsating penis as Tommy again lifted his buttocks to help.
Then his thick young cock was free of its restricting garment, free and naked in Linda's soft warm hand, and she gasped at the sheer immensity of it, the hot rigidity of Tommy's fleshy shaft which she held so tightly in her fingers.
Linda transferred his diamond-hard cock to her other hand, caressing the underside of the shaft with her long nails, up and down, up and down. Then her fingers dipped lower and located his sperm-swollen testicles and the hotly wrinkled sac which contained them. Tantalizingly, she began to tease the scrotum, and soon his balls were churning with boiling seed from her ministrations. Linda stared down at the huge, palpitating shaft she held in her hand, and fiery passion raged out of control in her wildly aroused body. The quivering cock head glistened wetly in the near-darkness from its sheen of lubrication, the glans opening staring at her like some incredibly small mouth. His hotly throbbing penis seemed to sway in her hands with a hidden power of its own, commanding her almost hypnotically to come nearer, to engulf its girth within the soft, wetly warm folds of her mouth.
Raggedly panting with a wanton, all-consuming excitement, Linda opened her mouth and ran her pink tongue over her lips then slowly moved her head downward ... lower and lower ... until it was only an inch above the lust-swollen head of Tommy's erect, massively erect cock. Her jutting little pink tongue was almost touching the secreting glans opening.
Tommy realized in that instant what his sister-in-law wanted to do, what she was about to do, and he was seized with a momentary spasm of fearful trepidation. Oh, God! He had always imagined someone doing this to him, but his own brother's wife? It was unreal! Simply unreal! But even as he thought this, the tremendous excitement of the act-the complete commitment of love it portended-struck the young boy. His eagerly pulsating shaft leapt in her hand, and he knew he did want it to happen, no matter the reason for not doing it, he wanted Linda to take his painfully beating cock into her wetly ovaled lips! That was all that made any sense, all that really counted: Linda hungrily sucking his cock-his sister-in-law!
Tommy's virile young penis comprised Linda's entire world in that moment. She dipped her head forward, her heart threatening to burst from inside her chest cavity, her wildly throbbing pussy raging with a wetly heated desire; and then her tongue touched the rubbery tip of his blood-engorged cock head, touched and tasted the bittersweet pungency of his seminal fluid.
Linda began to run her tongue around the seeping in Tommy's cock head, lapping up the warm sticky emission there, and he groaned wildly, his fingers convulsing in her hair at the electric touch of her moistly licking tongue on his long hard shaft. She opened her lips wider to accept the entire head inside the warm softness of her mouth, moving her tongue in circular, progressively faster strokes, holding the thick base of his penis between her thumb and forefinger with one hand while she maddeningly tickled his balls with the nails of the other.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Tommy wailed in abandoned delight.
Linda began to suck rhythmically up and down now, as she always sucked Brad's thick rigid shaft in that special way he liked. She took more and more of Tommy's great pulsing penis into the interior of her softly hot mouth, her tongue working with heatedly pleasurable swirls with each almost-withdrawal of the lust-thickened shaft from between her tightly ovaled bps. She parted the tiny glans opening with the tip of her tongue, widening it so that more pungently heated semen flowed out into her mouth. Tommy jerked his hips upward off the bed in paroxysms, driving his pulsating hardness deep and hard against the roof of his sister-in-law's soft mouth. He was moaning in enraptured cadence now, squeezing Linda's full, naked breasts hotly and almost painfully, his sperm-bloated balls aching with the need for release.
Linda was sucking him voraciously now, completely lost in the exciting act she was performing, reveling in the forbidden taste of this young boy's virile cock. Tommy's rock-hard buttocks twisted and rolled on the bed as the intensity of her sucking increased. She began to nibble with her sharp teeth at the head and sensitive-underside, nipping eagerly at it, wanting him to come, wanting to taste his hot seed as it filled her mouth to over flowing. Her own loins were throbbing with increasing tension as her impending orgasm built higher and higher, wanting to come herself as she knew Tommy would soon come. She wanted them both to come together-teacher and student, ultimate lovers....
Sucking him faster and more wildly, Linda churned her hips madly as she strained down on his lap. Her eyes were wide open, drinking in the sight of his naked, desirable loins. Her head flashed up and down with frenzied speed, like some great soft-suction piston, taking all of his long, hard cock into her moistly heated mouth even though she would at first have deemed such a feat impossible. The lovely woman's lips and nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of the boy's thick pubic hair on the down stroke of her head, and she could smell the male aroma of his genitals wafting into her nostrils, spurring her on even faster.
Never, never had anything been this wonderful for the boy ... not even his expert masturbating. This was the ultimate in sex, the ultimate in love ... ooohhh, he had to come, had to come in this woman's soft, wet mouth ... had to come ... had to come....
And he was there! He was ejaculating his wildly spewing sperm into Linda's mouth! "Aaaaagggghhh, Linda, Linda, Ohhhhh. Suck me, suck me. I'm coming, oh man and I commmmminnnnnggggggg!"
He jammed his hips upward, burying his massively jerking cock deep into her soft throat, while she moaned ecstatically. The hot thrusts of his semen which spurted from the opening in his cock head inundated the back of her mouth as it geysered madly from his frantically pulsating penis. Her throat tightened and untightened as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed forth, and she swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the frothing hot liquid, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled with his semen and emptied again and again....
Linda's own orgasm struck then, brought about and triggered by the act she was performing on the boy. Wild, rapturous release took hold of her, ten times as great as with Brad. She gurgled and squealed around her lovers still-ejaculating cock as she continued to swallow his seemingly never ending flow of stick-hot semen, trying not to lose a single droplet of the precious seed. She reached a height so dizzying, a pinnacle of pleasure so great, that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer pleasure of it.
Finally, moments later, her young lover's great pulsing cock deflating in her gently nibbling mouth, the lovely woman lifted her head, letting the pleasure-giving instrument slide wetly from between her semen-smeared lips. It trailed a thin band of seed between her mouth and his cock head. Tommy leaned back, totally satiated after the excruciating bliss he had just experienced from his sister-in-law's soft warm mouth on his penis; he was unable to think, unable to do anything in the aftermath of such great delight.
Linda leaned over and kissed him gently, tenderly, lovingly on the lips, hugging his fiercely. And when, after a long moment, her handsome young stud put his arms around her and held her just as tightly, Linda knew that this would be a wonderful vacation.
A fucking vacation! The thought almost made her cry out in total joy.
After a few minutes Linda reached down and softly caressed his soft cock; almost immediately she felt a stirring and twitching in it. Ah! This young stallion would mount her before very long. She would get her fucking tonight. Such a wonderful young boy, so strong, so smooth, so sweet. When the tender cock was throbbing once again she moaned into his ear, "You do want to have some more, don't you?"
He nodded, then said, "Yes, oh man yes."
His body flamed with fiery passion again. Linda smiled knowingly and lay back, sliding his pillow under her full hips. Then she cradled his head on her shoulder and guided his hand to her naked thighs. She opened her legs so her moist pussy gaped open, dripping with strong desire. Then she told him the best way to caress her. As she continued to give him more and more explicit directions, their passion grew higher and higher, soon reaching the earlier peak.
"Run your finger up and down the slit. Now take my little button there and rub it between your thumb and finger."
"Like this?" he was whispering, too.
He followed her directions, even adding some of his own. When Linda could stand it no longer she pulled him over on top of her. Pulling the thin short nightie up to her neck, she brought his head down to her bare tits, and he took one in his mouth. Instinctively, he did as he had the first time-he tongued the erect nipple, bringing additional ripples of pleasure to Linda. He reached back with one hand and brought his shorts down over his hips, never letting go of her tit, and knelt between her legs, still sucking on the nipple. His cock was now sticking straight out. Linda reached for it as he came down on her. She steered it into the warm depths of her cunt, a loud moan of joy escaping her lips.
"Give it to me, sweetie. Oh, my darling lover, fuck me! Fuck the hell out of my cunt!"
Tom drove his prick in up to the hilt. She felt his balls hang against her small ass hole and it gave her a new thrill. She gave a gasp of pleasure. Tommy began a circular in-and-out motion, precise and delightful. He acted like a real pro but she was sure he was an amateur. Maybe he was just a natural-born lover.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned. "It feels soooo wonderful. Fuck me! Oh, fuck me harder!"
Linda clutched him about the shoulders frantically. She opened her mouth wide, crying out in sheer joy.
"Soooo gooooood, so fucking good!"
She braced her feet on the footboard of the bed and thrust her ass up to meet his downward thrusts. Moments later, her beautiful legs were waving in the air above his back. He was working faster now, plunging his cock down into the deep recesses of her cunt in hard short jabs. He drove his tongue far into her mouth, sucked her tongue for a moment, then pulled it out. Keeping his mouth close to hers, he murmured, "You're wonderful ... wonderful!"
"Ohhhh," Linda moaned.
Tommy continued with his hypnotic love cooing. "I knew your cunt would be good. You have the hottest one in the world and the most beautiful tits. Oh, you can't imagine how I wanted to do this to you."
The words thrilled her and made her enjoyment even greater.
"I love your cock, my precious young lover," she answered. "I love feeling it inside me. Every time your balls bang up against my ass I get a new thrill. You really know how to fuck a girl."
Her words seemed to excite him as much as his had excited her. He went at her savagely now. He backed his prick almost to the entrance of her pussy, and she shrieked in protest at the withdrawal; then she cried out in ecstasy as he fiercely drove its full length back inside her dripping, hungry pussy. He repeated a maneuver several times.
"Am I as good as Brad?" he asked in his excitement.
"Yes, better, oh God, Tommy, much better. You don't know how terribly much you please me."
Her compliment drove him to a faster pace.
Suddenly Linda felt a prickling and tightening sensation along her loins; it was the beginning of her second orgasms for the night.
"I've started coming, darling!" she moaned. "I am coming, oh God! Please come with me. Into me. Please, sweetie. Shoot that big scalding load into me. Make me bum inside like you made my mouth bum. Hit me with it, make me feel every drop of it!"
His cock was a machine, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into the depths of her cunt. Her shrieks of joy mingled with his groans of agonized pleasure. Abruptly she felt the head of his throbbing cock swell. Then he exploded inside her, his hot sperm filling her cunt. Simultaneously she reached the peak of her own orgasm, thrusting her ass upward to savor every last thrill of her erupting pussy.
"Oh God, Tommy," she moaned in a drained voice. "You're so good to me."
Then it was over. She lay back, exhausted, spent, a wonderful feeling inside her. He let his limp sticky prick soak inside her cunt for a long time before he even attempted to remove it.
Tom kissed her, then rolled off and lay on his side. Linda reached over and took the length of his limp cock in her hand, holding it lightly.
"You really do please me," she assured him again. "I had no idea you would be so good, but I suspected it from the moment I saw you."
He grinned in the half light. He put his hand between her legs and toyed with the lips of her cunt. Contented. They were silent for a while as they lay there together.
After a bit he propped himself on an elbow, bent over and gently began sucking one of her tits.
Smiling, Linda stroked the back of his head. He lifted his head and stared. Her nipple was standing up, hard and firm.
"I can't get over your tits. They are, well, I think they're the most beautiful I've ever seen."
"And you've seen a lot, I suppose," Linda teased, then she was sorry she had.
"No, uh, well, I mean in pictures; in the magazines. Yours are the first I've ever seen in real ... oh you know what I mean."
"I know," Linda smiled, "and I'm glad. They're yours whenever you want them." And she meant it.
"Any time?" he quizzed.
"Any time, any place, any way," she said again. Suddenly a sound outside in the hallway froze them both. They lay very quiet but whoever it was only used the bathroom and then walked on back down the hall.
"Probably sis," Tom said. "I hope it wasn't Brad." He grimaced in the dimness. "He'd kill me if he caught us together like this."
"Don't let it bother you; but I guess I'd better sneak back in bed with the bastard so he won't miss me. I don't know whether or not he's sleeping well."
"Can we, uh, can we ... really?"
"Fuck again," Linda finished his question.
He nodded.
"I sure the hell hope so," she said. "There's still a few tricks I want to teach you." She smiled, then added, "But, shit, you'll probably be teaching me some, too."
Tommy grinned proudly. "I'll show you around the farm tomorrow, too."
CHAPTER THREE
At breakfast the next morning only Tom, Kelly and Linda were at the table. Brad was still sleeping. At first Tom wouldn't look at Linda, but she helped the situation by being very informal with both kids, talking, joking, telling them stories about some of the weirdos she had met in Los Angeles.
When finally Tom joined in the conversation, visibly more relaxed, Linda thought about Brad. Hell, he had been so up tight for the past year. Maybe it would be good if he got some new fucking material-perhaps, she decided, old fucking material, but new since she was sure whoever it was Brad had come back to see would be more experienced now.
Linda also wished that she could watch. The thought excited her, but down deep she also felt pangs of jealousy.
Deciding to switch her thoughts she relived for a moment the scene last night in Tom's room. The young boy was going to become a great lover. She could hardly wait to get him alone again, but ... shit, she thought, maybe she could get him to screw his little sister, then she could openly have a ball with the two. This fantasy even ex cited her more. She could just picture the three of them all nude, a very young girl with a body almost as slender and muscular as a boy; the boy himself with his out-of-proportion cock. She wondered, too, how it would be if she made love to the young girl. Wow! Now the juice actually flowed down the inside of her crotch and formed a pool of moisture on the chair beneath her.
Tom broke her thoughts. "I want to show you around the place today. If you'd like," he added. "It's pretty nice but I guess not really great to someone like you who's seen about everything."
Linda smiled, "Hey," she said, "I'm not all that sophisticated. I still like nature and such," she lied. Really, all she wanted to do right now was to get the little fucker to her bedroom and suck his huge cock until it spewed all over her.
About this time Kelly spoke up. "Can I come too?"
"Come?" Linda looked at her startled.
"Yes, you know, when Tommy shows you around the place."
"Oh," Linda smiled, "that too. You can sure come."
Brad, who had just walked in, grumbled, I'm going to town today to see some old friends."
Linda frowned, then tossed her head angrily. "Friends, or friend?"
"Both," he mumbled.
Linda started to give him a tart reply, then catching herself before she said anything, she grinned. "Don't give it all away. Save some," she said, now smiling. Why the hell was she jealous? She wanted him out of the way today.
Much later, after Tom and Kelly had shown Linda around the farm, the trio settled in a tack room of the bam to talk.
"Is it true ," Kelly asked, her voice sounded nervous, "that most of the people out in Hollywood and the coast swing?"
Linda looked at the young girl, amusement showing in her eyes. "Swing?" She smiled. "What do you know about swinging?"
"Oh," Kelly shrugged, "I've read about it a lot."
"Yeah," Tommy threw in, "in your movie magazines and your confession stories."
"And," Kelly interrupted, "don't forget all the times you've told me about swinging."
Tom blushed.
Linda said, "What did you tell her about swinging, Tom?"
"Aw, really nothing. We, uh, Just talked about it once or twice."
"Once or twice, my foot," Kelly said. "Every time the folks go away that's all you talk about." Linda eyed the two, and said, "Is that all you do-talk?"
Tom blushed even redder and Kelly just grinned. She looked at Linda and said, "Talk. He'd like to do more but so far I've held him off. Who'd wanna be raped by their stupid brother?"
"don't' knock it," Linda said. "He might just fool you."
Kelly grinned wickedly, then dropped her eyes. Tom walked up to Kelly and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You are a sexy gal, sis." He blushed slightly but added, "I was never really aware of it so much before."
Kelly flushed too, but she felt moisture wetting her virgin crotch.
Linda studied the two a moment, then said, "I'm going back to the house and take a nap. You two stay out here so I'll have it quiet."
Neither of the two kids responded; they were too wrapped up in their sudden awareness of each other. Linda walked on out but instead of going to the house, she circled around and positioned herself on the outside of the tack room. She found a knothole that had been gouged open, and peered inside. It was as if she were inside and invisible for she could hear the entire conversation and see everything going on.
"Gosh," Kelly exclaimed breathlessly. "What's come over me? I feel so squirrely inside. I'm really churning."
Tom studied her. "Sometimes," he said, "something happens when you grown up, Kelly. I feel it too. I feel like I want to touch you all over. I want to kiss you and feel you, and...."
"I want you to," she said simply, but with a bit of shyness.
Tom pulled her to him, and his lips brushed her hair. When she twisted to him he pressed his lips into the hollow of her neck.
Kelly murmured in a low voice, "So good, sooo gooooood," but there was uncertainty in her tone.
The uncertainty soon gave away to hot eagerness as chills raced along her spine. With a deep gasp, she thrust her body to his and tightened her grip. Eyes closed, she tilted her face up for his kiss. His lips were warm and moist, his breath on her cheek a series of irregular, hot puffs. She lost herself in the utter lust of the moment and touched his mouth with the tip of her tongue. His body tensed convulsively, his arms crushing the breath from her lungs, and his own tongue, hard and insistent, drove between her parted lips and past her teeth.
She gulped. One hand groped to the back of his neck, her fingertips rubbing the stiff hair while those of her other hand clutched at the firm muscles on his back. His grip lifted her until her toes left the floor, and her body arched to fit the bend in his, warm soft flesh clasped to hot, strong angles. The bulge of his hard-on pressed brutally into the smoothness of her lower abdomen, and her mound rode against the base of the heavy cylinder.
She raised one foot behind her, her thighs grinding on Tom's and, as if in a dream, his forearm a bar across the small of her back, she felt the zipper of her shorts opening over her ass. It seemed too sudden to her. She twisted, helpless in the iron of his grasp, and felt fiery waves of excitement as the loosened waistband slipped to the bulges of her hips. His tongue filled her mouth. Its tip blocked the arch of her throat and its sides lay between her teeth. His fingers were inside the settling shorts, working them downward onto her thighs. Her hips jerked desperately, but his unyielding grip robbed her of any way to prevent the disastrous movement of the garment.
She felt his fingers pushing down across the tissue-thin fabric of her panties and onto the bare flesh of her upper thigh. Past her rounded ass cheeks, her shorts fell of their own weight. She groaned inwardly, tom between the sex-hunger there and the fact that it was her brother who was arousing her to such heat.
Tom lowered her to the feet and turned her.
She lay back on his arm, her side against him and her front exposed to his caress. He rubbed his palm on the front of her panties and flattened the springy bulge her pubic hair produced. She trembled, her mouth numbed by the continued pressure of their kiss. He slid his hand upward and her blouse rode ahead of it and fiery thrills darted over her belly.
Her fingers tightened convulsively on the back of his neck when his broad palm cupped on heir breast. She writhed helplessly as he kneaded the sensitive globe. She sensed that they were moving, but the more immediate sensations produced by his caresses were too urgent to permit more than a fleeting concern. She felt hard, rounded surfaces at her back and Tom bent over her to press her against full sacks of grain. Her ass rested against rough burlap and she felt the coarse twine that closed the mouth of the top sack rubbing harshly at the small of her back.
Her feet were widely parted for support. Her knees were flexed and her hips undulated and twisted in response to the excitement. Tom released her mouth and thrust his wet lips into the hollow of her throat. Arching backward, she let the back of her head rest on the sack and stared at the crude rafters of the shed. Aware that he had stopped messaging her breast through the stiffness of her bra cup, she felt a moment's resentment at the assurance with which he was treating her. He had withdrawn his hand from her boob and was calmly and skillfully unfastening the buttons of her shirt.
"Wonder why a man-style shirt makes a woman look so damn sexy?" he muttered. "Really does something to me."
Shaken, and swinging from resentment to renewed eagerness for this boy who excited her but, as a brother, repelled her, she tried to lighten the intensity of the situation. "Not like what you're doing to me!" she exclaimed hoarsely.
Her shirt fell open and Tom pushed it off her shoulders. He slipped his hand behind her and fumbled with her bra catch.
"Oh, no!" she whispered. "Tom, Tom!"
The heavy elastic relaxed. Tom pulled her erect and worked her shirt off her arms, then the bra. He backed a step away, holding her against the stacked feed and studying her half-naked form from arm's length. She shivered and felt her nipples harden.
"Ooooo!" she whispered with a tremulous sigh. His eyes gleamed in the dim light. He touched his lips with the tip of his tongue and grinned at her, showing his teeth in a wolfish expression. "What a fine pair of tits! A guy's always a little afraid a broad might be cheating a little."
"It's all me," she replied. Then, "Don't look so hungry! It gives me goose bumps!"
He moved close and pressed her backward over the bulging sacks. He fingered the velvety skin of her breasts, stroking the swelling surfaces and drawing his fingertips over the puckered sides of her nipples.
"My, Tom!" she gasped.
His knees slid between her parted thighs and his thigh ground onto her cunt. Belatedly, she tried to clamp her knees together, the movement merely clamping her thighs on his. A powerful surge of excitement made her thighs press harder, and she clutched at his forearms with a fierce grip. Her hips undulated to rub her pussy on the harshness of his Levi-covered thigh.
"Mmmm! Ohhh, Tom! God."
He bent to touch her nipple with his lips, his hand stroking downward to her taut, quivering belly. As he took the nipple between his lips and teased it with his tongue, her fingers plunged into his hair. Thick and wavy, the hair felt alive to her. She groped at his scalp and puffed erratically, tom by savage waves of desire. She was only dimly aware of his hand as it caressed, withdrew, and caressed again. Her arched position thrust her cunt firmly onto the ridge of his thigh and forced her belly outward. She rode his leg with her own thighs clamped tightly, the movement of her hips producing continuous friction at her cunt and on the inner surfaces of her legs.
Kelly wallowed in a Ochoa of sensation. Her upper back scrubbed the coarse surface of the feed sack. One tit was buried in the deep shadow of Tom's head; the other gleamed softly in the light of the window. Her belly was taut and rounded, its muscles twisting beneath her skin as her hips continued to jerk. Her panties, starkly white against the softer paleness of her flesh, wrinkled where her crotch surged on Tom's thigh. Her thighs trembled, and her knees worked restlessly.
"Ahh-ahh-ahh!" she moaned distractedly.
Tom plunged his hand inside the waistband of her panties and his fingers drove through the matt of her pubic hair. As his fingertips pressed into the flesh of her pussy, fierce waves of pleasure washed over her. She squirmed with delight and let go of his arms to grope at his body. One hand encountered hard, hot flesh. A mighty surge of excitement jolted her as she realized he had opened his trousers and let his cock free.
"Dear God!" she exclaimed in shaky tones. Her fingers closed on a swollen, pulsing shaft and the pad of her thumb rubbed the slick wetness at the tip of his cock head. She pressed the pulpy knob tightly against her belly, shivering at the sensation of moisture and the sudden scent of sex.
Tom straightened, releasing his grip on her tit and panting lightly. "Christ, Kelly! You've got a gentle touch!" His fingers drove between his thigh and her crotch, burying themselves in the throbbing, wet folds of her cunt.
She rose on the tips of her toes and pressed her ass back to the sacks. Fiery tendrils of delight stabbed inward from the depressed tissues and she groaned with desire as his fingertips slipped in the thickening wetness of her pussy. He began to rub the side of her clitoris.
"Eeeee!" She slammed her ass against the sack and jerked her hips violently from side to side. Frantic with the sudden rush of sensation, she struggled to get her thighs together, only to realize his knee still wedged them apart.
She gasped. "Oh God, Tom! Please! Pleeease!"
With quick, sure movements, he pulled his hand free and seized the top of her panties. He rolled the elastic down over her ass to expose the light brown thatch of pubic hair. She caught her lip between her teeth and smothered a sob of excitement, her chin pressed to her upper chest. Tom's cock was hot and wet in her hand, and she squeezed fiercely in the turmoil of emotion that engulfed her.
When he started to squat, pushing her panties down her smooth legs, she let go of his cock reluctantly. Her nails bit into his shoulders and she gazed down at herself with morbid fascination. For the first time, she was able to see her brother s hard-on. Shadowed, the fat cylinder gleamed when his movements brought it briefly into the sun's rays streaming through the window. His cock head bulged darkly and his paler shaft showed dark, swollen veins. She stepped out of the panties with a tingling sense of finality. Surrendering the garment without protest was her ultimate commitment to the course she had chosen for release.
Tom rose to his feet and ran his hands slowly down Kelly's sides and over her hips. She trembled, her gaze fixed on his eyes. As if in a trance, she began mechanically unbuttoning his shirt. When she had finished, she unfastened his belt buckle and the waist of his trousers, going to her knees to work the faded material off the thighs it hugged so tightly.
His cock stood erect before her face, pulsing and so swollen it seemed to her it must be ready to burst. Beneath it, his scrotum was a leathery, hair-covered, irregular globe, his balls drawn up into the angle of his crotch. While she struggled with the stubborn Levi's, she rested her cheek against the moist shaft of his cock and let his wiry black pubic hair tickle her skin. Tom started to twist out of his shirt, and his movement rubbed his cock in her face. She shuddered, self-conscious in her abject-appearing posture.
Tom chuckled. "How the hell you gonna get those things off over my boots?"
She felt herself flush and gave silent thanks for the poor light. Tom turned to rest his butt against the stacked feed. He bent and pulled his pants up, then helped her get the boots off. She managed his heavy socks herself, feeling a new warmth at the faint sweaty odor, and grinned at the way Tom wiggled his toes. With a sigh of satisfaction, she tugged his Levi's down again and held them while he drew one foot free and then the other. She pressed her cheek again to his cock, daring herself and reveling in the commission of the act, then rose to her feet.
Tom pulled her to him. She lay against his body while the thrill of flesh on flesh seeped through her. His body hair was stiff and unyielding, unlike her own, and it jabbed at her from breasts to knees. She squirmed, intent on fanning the flames of her excitement and suppressing the recurrent twinge of conscience that continued to goad her. Tom's hands wandered over her back and fondled her ass cheeks. The touch sent shivers of pleasure racing over her and around responsive writhing of her belly muscles, grinding on his slippery wet cock.
He swung her into his arms. "Let's put you astride one of those saddles."
Before she could object, he deposited her astride one of the saddles." She squealed at the chill of the leather and clamped her knees on the shaped sides.
"Oooo! For God's sake, Tom!"
He dropped to his knees, reached under the saddle and grasped her far ankle. Leaning on her knee and holding the other leg, he thrust his other hand upward to touch her cunt through the gaping opening in the center of the seat. She gasped and grabbed at the horn as her sudden twist threatened her balance.
"Omigod!" she exclaimed. "Dooooon't!"
Tom ignored her protest. He fingered the wet flesh of her cunt while she shivered with thrills. Her thighs worked vigorously against the warming leather and she jerked her shoulders from side to side with excitement. His fingers slipped back and forth in the sticky wetness of her slit and jabbed repeatedly at her cunt mouth while she fiercely clamped her knees on the saddle.
"No ... fair...." she puffed helplessly. "I can't ... do anything to defend ... myself!"
He laughed contentedly. "And you don't want to," he replied. "Not really."
"Dear God!" she moaned. "Oh, dear God, no!"
He fingered her clitoris and she thrashed on the saddle and jerked futilely against his grip on her ankle. She felt his fingers settle on her mound and the tip of his thumb at her cunt mouth. His caresses stopped; there was only the unceasing pressure of his hand on her pussy. Giddy with pleasure, she ground her hips and rubbed her cunt on the gently pushing thumb.
Tom slipped her foot into the stirrup and released her ankle. Pleased with the sense of leverage, she awkwardly searched for the other stirrup, and he eased the pressure of his body against her knee while she worked her other foot into its stirrup. She let her weight settle more comfortably and was totally unprepared when Tom thrust his thumb into her moist cunt.
"EE ... Ahhhahhh!"
He drove the thumb inward to the knuckle and tightened his fingers on her mound. She jerked her hips vigorously, clinging to the horn and pushing at the stirrups with the balls of her feet.
"Good God!" she muttered sharply. "Oh, Tom, that feels so strange!" She clenched her teeth and abandoned herself to the savage pleasure.
Tom groped with his free hand until he could grasp one of her swaying breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh and toyed with her nipple, then let go and placed his arm around her waist. She moaned softly, feeling her excitement rise toward the level of orgasm and postponing the certainty of substituting his cock for his thumb.
He kissed her thigh and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of her hip, making her squirm with redoubled effort. She felt the knot of her excitement hardening in her belly and warned him.
"Wait! Oh, wait a minute, Tom! I'm so close to coming! Please wait!"
"Okay. Nothing wrong with that though."
"I ... know! But not yet"
Gently, he extracted his thumb from her cunt and withdrew his hand. He stood beside her holding her to him and resting one palm on her lower belly with the fingers buried in her pubic hair. As she began to calm and her breathing steadied, he felt downward. He worked his fingers into the wet puffiness of her labia and rubbed the circle of her cunt mouth. She groaned and hugged him fiercely.
"My God, it's exciting on this thing!" she whispered. She jerked violently as his palm flattened her clitoris and his fingers wedged into her cunt mouth. "Jesus, Tom! Eyaghhhh! UMMMMM!"
He tipped her back and began to suck at her tit. She clung fiercely to his head while her hips jerked back and forth and the stirrup leathers creaked. She felt as if her entire body were writhing with hunger, and she sensed that she would soon beg for his cock. At the half-formed thought, she felt downward between them and got hold of the thick prick again. It was heavily coated with slippery wetness, and she slid her encircling hand up and down the shaft before cupping her palm over the steaming head. Growing increasingly eager, she clasped the hot dick against her thigh and rubbed it fiercely on her warm flesh. Tom's breath began to come jerkily and he grunted at her.
"Keep doing that and I'll have you spread out on the hay in about two minutes!"
Her answering laugh shook. "I don't care!" she whispered fiercely. "I don't care! That's ... that's what I want!"
"Now?"
She shuddered. "Yes! Oh, yes! Now! Let's fuck, Tom, please?"
He pulled her off the saddle, her leg dragging painfully over the moist leather with a protesting squeak. She clung to him and pressed her lips to his shoulder. They stumbled to the hay. Tom stopped, knee-deep in the fragrant pile, and Kelly felt the dry stalks pricking her calves. Tom fell backward and pulled her with him. She scrambled to straddle his form, his cock hot and enormous as it lay along her gulping cunt.
"This way!" she demanded. "Let me keep riding, Tom. I like it!"
He reached .between them to raise his hard-on to the vertical. "Climb on," he said thickly.
She pressed her cunt mouth to the domed cock head and let the broad slopes wedge her open. Her knees sank slowly in the yielding hay to lower her onto the rigid pole, and she felt her cunt settle over the back of Tom's cock head and tighten around the inward-sliding shaft.
"Ahhhh!" she exclaimed. "It's so good, soooooo damned good!"
As her weight drove her down the length of Tom's cock, she felt his cock head burrowing toward the core of her belly. It was a strange sensation, she reflected fleetingly, to feel internal organs jostled and shoved aside by a hard, bulky knob that bored in so irresistibly. It was a sensation that had no similarity to any other, and its effects spread like ripples throughout her body.
She felt the stiff brush of his pubic hair pressing like coarse-napped fur into the tender membranes around her cunt mouth and the spreading hardness of the root of his cock stopping her motion. With a swallow, she experimentally jerked her hips to lever his cock head forward and backward in her cunt. Powerful jolts of sensation tensed her muscles and made her jerk again.
"Oh my!" she whispered. "He's so big in me!"
"You're not a very big girl," replied Tom quietly. "That cunt of yours bites as if it had teeth!" She clutched at his upper arms and began to bounce herself on his cock. She felt her ass smack the hard fronts of his thighs at the end of each stroke, and waves of excitement washed over her.
The hay supported the breadth of Tom's body more firmly than it did her knees; every bounce of her hips buried her legs deeper, until she found herself riding her mount as if he were the horse the saddle belonged to. Instead of stroking herself ' along his cock, she could only lever herself back and forth on him. But the friction on the inner surfaces of her thighs and on the sensitive tissues of her pussy drove her lust to a savage height.
She was conscious of the violent leaps of her boobs and derived as much pleasure from her awareness as from the physical sensations as they flogged her chest. Her hands were braced against Tom, her fingers gripping his waist and her elbows locked straight. Her hair was loose, flying like a cloud around her face. The hay stabbed the tender flesh of her legs and aroused her to a frenzy of sensitivity. The combined feeling raised her peak of excitement to a dangerously wonderful level.
"God!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I thought I was going to come the second I got your cock in me! But I just keep getting more excited!"
"That's great! Make it last a little, right?"
"Brrr! There isn't anything little about you."
He chuckled and laid his hands in the angles of her upper thighs, his thumbs pressing the forward bulges of her labia. The new pressure inflamed her, and when he worked his thumbs inward to the sides of her clitoris she cried out with the intensity of her pleasure. Her hips flashed back and forth; the small of her back began to hurt from the force of her undulations. She knew the inner flesh of her thighs were getting raw from friction, and the broken ends of hay stalks were going to leave her legs bloody where they were pricking her.
"Tom, Tom. Oh it's so gooooood!"
Tom groaned. "Christ! I'd think you'd be breaking in two, the way you're pumping!"
"I ... I guess I am," she replied in a strained voice. She was suddenly aware of the sweat that ran from her.
"Better let me take a turn," Tom suggested.
Without awaiting her consent, he tilted her sideways. He rolled with her, his cock remaining deeply buried in her cunt, and she felt the cringing flesh of her back crushing brittle stems of hay. The alfalfa sweetness swirled around her head and she lost herself momentarily in the heady scent.
Tom elevated her knees and spread them. Willingly, she drew them up along his broad chest, tingling with delight at the new depths his cock plunged to. He got his arms behind her calves and pushed her feet over her head, then relaxed his force so her ankles lodged on his shoulders.
Kelly gasped as he began to fuck. His ass rose and fell, his groin slamming against her upturned cunt with every stroke and his cock blasting the length of her vaginal barrel like a great hot piston.
She grunted involuntarily with each blow. "Uh! UNH! UNH!"
He seemed to drive her into the hay with his thrusts, and the hay seemed to spring back to position her for each one that followed. On his backstrokes, she felt the bulk of his cock head withdraw along her passage to the tightness of her cunt mouth, and on the forward plunges, he plowed to the upper regions of her belly. He fucked with a brutal urgency that gave her an uneasy feeling of lost identity. She felt as if she had become a faceless, nameless, fur-ringed cunt for him to release his tensions into.
The sensation was a frightening one, but it thrilled her at the same time. She enjoyed the unaccustomed role of "object" and the sense of helplessness. As if reading her confused thoughts, Tom seized her wrists and pinned them over her head, pressing them deeply into the hay while his cock pounded harder in her.
Leaning far over her while he fucked, his weight on her extended legs raised her ass and threw her weight on her shoulders and upper back. Her hips had no restraints to prevent full, savage rotary undulation. She twisted them and thrust with primitive abandon at his groin, feeling as if she were pivoting on the great cock that impaled her. Tom's cock pinned her, speared through her cunt mouth and thrust rudely through each part of her.
The orgasm she had waited so long to experience was upon her before she realized what was happening. Her belly knotted for an instant-a glorious, breath-stopping convulsion that paralyzed her and filled her with a sense of impending violence-then broke into powerful, rhythmic contractions that seemed to crush Tom's cock in waves of milking action. An overpowering tremor seized her. She flung her head backward into the yielding hay and tensed her legs to force her cunt tightly against Tom's groin.
"Christ!" Tom yelled, the sound exploding from him. "You got a vise, not a cunt! AGHHH!"
He blasted against her distended pussy, grinding the base of his cock into the puffy mounds of her labia and trapping her clitoris between his pelvic arch and hers.
She couldn't distinguish between his explosive grunts and her own gasping groans. She realized vaguely that he was caught in the same tremor that was shaking her; she felt as if the entire tack room were in the throes of an earthquake. The tension that had mounted so high drained away, but she still floated somewhere in the depths of a sea of ecstasy that she wanted never to lose. She alternately tensed and relaxed, magnifying her orgasmic contractions and forcing them to expand to include her whole body.
At last she felt her spasms subsiding. In a fog of overstressed senses, she let herself slip away from the dizzying peak of excitement she had mounted. For the first time, she became aware of the pooled heat in her belly where Tom's come had collected and of the rapid softening of his buried cock. She expelled her breath in a long, tremulous sigh and gazed at the rugged face of her brother above her.
"My God, Tom!" she whispered. "What did you do!"
"Hard to beat that kind of show, isn't it, Kelly?"
"Yes, oh, yes! But why haven't we done this before?"
"I don't know," he stammered and flushed. "I've always wanted to, but I was afraid to try it."
"Oh, Tom" she sighed. "I've wanted you for so long. At night I lay playing with myself, dreaming of how it would feel to have you in me."
"Well, my sweet little sister, you won't have to dream any longer."
CHAPTER FOUR
Linda did not tell Kelly or Tommy that she had watched the action in the back room. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them and it just might help her in her future love bouts with the two youngsters.
That evening Brad went into town, "to see a movie," but Linda knew the real reason, or at least she suspected she did. She sat with Kelly while Tom took a shower. Linda was sipping whiskey, but Kelly was drinking only Coke.
When the girls heard the water running in the shower, Linda said, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. "I've got to have a piece of that boy tonight," She didn't want to tell Kelly she had already sampled his wares. "I bet he's hung like an elephant!"
Kelly stared at her, slightly embarrassed. She realized Linda was accepting her as an equal, and she felt glad of this, but it was still difficult to discuss sex so openly. And, after what she had gone through with Tom in the barn, she didn't know whether or not she could even sit in on a sex session now, let alone be a part of it. She started to protest to Linda, but thought better of it.
Before they could talk further, the shower stopped. The girls remained silent until Tom appeared. He had on a thin, rather old bathrobe, with nothing underneath it. This was obvious to both girls. As he walked toward them, the bottom of the robe swung loose, and they caught a glimpse of his muscular thigh and just a brief glance at his crotch.
He picked up Linda's empty glass and headed toward the kitchen to refill it. As soon as he walked through the door, Linda stood up and pulled off her panties. After stuffing them in her purse, which was beside her on the couch, she winked at Kelly and smiled wickedly.
Tom brought the glass back in and handed it to Linda as he took a seat across from them. After he had seated himself, he let his eyes wander from girl to girl as he took in the scene with knowing eyes. He studied Linda's crotch, which he could now plainly see. Smiling softly, he stared at the tangled mesh of hair. Without taking his eyes from her bushy patch he asked, his voice a put-on he-man one, "How would you girls like to see a big fat cock?"
Kelly felt the crimson flush spread across her face as she heard the words. She started to protest but decided not to. Let Linda have her thing, she thought. I guess I could learn something by watching.
Linda was squirming so much she couldn't sit still. She got up off the couch, letting her short skirt hike up to her stomach. Slowly she crossed over to Tom, swinging her hips and throwing her cunt forward. She took his drink and set it on the stand beside the chair. Looking at him, she ordered, "Stand up, Tom darling. I'm first. I've never been fucked in front of a third party before, but I think it'll be fun." Her eyes narrowed. "I'm so hot for a big cock I can almost taste it."
"You might just get to do that," Tom said lewdly.
Linda held out her arms and took him by the hands. Pulling him upward to his feet she pressed her breasts to him. He was at least a foot taller than she. "Let me do everything I want to. Kelly is going to watch while I do my thing. I've got to teach her the pleasantries of life, you know." She grinned impishly. Reaching down, she untied the robe belt and let the robe swing free. She placed both small hands inside and cupped the cheeks of his bare ass in her palms.
Linda turned her head slightly sideways and said to Kelly, "I can feel the heat of his hard-on and it's driving me wild. God, I can feel it pressing against my belly button." A spasm of desire shuddered visibly through her entire body, and she squeezed herself to the muscular body.
She reached up and pulled the robe from his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Tom stood naked. Linda choked back a cry as she reached for the huge bag that hung beneath the bulging, pulsating cock that was now standing straight out. "God," she said aloud, but more to Kelly than to anyone. "It must be at least twelve inches long."
She cupped the sac containing the two balls in the palm of one hand and grabbed at the huge organ with the other. She almost had to stretch her fingers in order to make them go all the way around the strong thick shaft. She stroked it softly, caressing it as she let one hand slide from the base of it to the huge, red knob at the end. Spasms of desire crept over her, and she trembled slightly as she felt the cock come alive in her hands. She wanted to kneel and kiss this object of worship, to suck on it, to run her tongue over the smooth sweetness of it. It was such a good feeling. It was as if it were the first time for her. She had been fucked so many times, but this-this was something else. It was so big. Even bigger than it had appeared the first time, or this afternoon when she had peeped at Tom and Kelly through the crack in the side of the tack room wall. She wanted this huge thing inside her, buried to its hilt, filling her with its warmth and flooding her with its fluid. Without another thought, she dropped to her knees and took the big hot cock into her mouth. She wanted to swallow it, but it was all she could do to stretch her red lips around the pulsating head. It was so hot and so soft, yet the hardness of it throbbed and she could feel the heat with the tip of her tongue as she licked at the velvety surface.
On the couch, Kelly was trying to contain herself. The moisture between her legs was so thick it was soaking through the material of her panties. She tried to put her mind on something else but she found it impossible. The scene that was being enacted in front of her was too overpowering. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, her hand slipped down and began caressing her own thigh.
Tom acted as if he couldn't stand still any longer. He reached with both hands and grabbed Linda's head, ramming the huge organ deep into her throat. Linda made a gagging sound and he released her head. She pulled away from his cock, coughing and spitting. Getting her breath, she screamed out, "Goddamn it! You almost choked me with that monster thing!" Coughing again, she said in a raspy voice, "Take it easy, lover. Please. I'll get the job done."
Tom, regaining his composure, said softly, "I'm sorry. But hell, you've got me homier than hell. I can't hold off much longer."
"Well, lover, you'd better hold off. Wait!" She paused, as if a thought had suddenly hit her. "I have an idea. Why don't I just jack you off first, then when you get hard again you can hold it longer."
"Okay by me, lover-girl." Tom looked down at her. He liked the fullness of her hips and the two bulging breasts that seemed to be so swollen they were going to burst. "I have an idea," he said, "why don't you both get out of your clothes? It'll be more fun that way." He patted Linda on the fanny and smiled lewdly.
"No sooner said than done," Linda answered almost breathlessly. In seconds, she stood nude before his hungry eyes. Kelly got off the couch and undressed more slowly. When she was finally nude she stood and turned toward her brother.
There was no initial embarrassment now. She was caught up in the excitement of the moment. She thought she should feel hesitant, and she even wondered what Linda thought. She started to hesitate again, but the sight of Linda's mouth around Tom's enormous cock had had its effect on her, and she knew she didn't care what took place now, as long as it was fulfilling to her.
Kelly automatically raised her arms above her head and her brother let out a whistle. He seemed to have trouble forming words when he did speak. He said, "Wowee, little sister! Come here and let me feel those beautiful knockers!"
"No!" It was Linda who answered his request. She looked at him with mock hurt in her eyes. "I'm first, remember?" Her large eyes flashed as she glared at him.
"Whatever you say, sugar. I've got enough here for both of you, and as much as you want, too."
"Bragging?" Linda questioned, rolling her eyes at him impishly.
"Bragging? no," Tom replied, and it was an easy answer for him. "I'm just stating the facts, ma'am," he said in a mock deep voice.
"You really think you can keep up with both of us?" Linda tried to sound as if she were still joking, but there was a note of dead seriousness in her voice as she waited for him to answer.
"I can keep up with you. Don't worry about that. You just be worried about having a juicy hole for me to stick this thing in whenever I'm ready. Think you can do that?"
"We have plenty of holes. Right, Kelly?" Linda looked toward the younger girl for an answer, but Kelly was busy caressing her own smooth stomach. She seemed unaware that the other two were in the room with her.
Linda got behind Tom, ignoring Kelly now, and pushed her matted pubic hair against his buttocks. She circled her arms around him, one hand cupping his balls and one hand around his gigantic cock. She caressed the balls slowly while the other hand was busy squeezing and fondling the stiff hot length of his organ. She began rubbing her hand along the length of it, caressing it and squeezing it. Letting one finger curl under it, she tickled along its length, sending shivers of pleasure throughout Tom's frame.
Kelly, still caressing her own stomach, began watching the two again. She shivered slightly as a ripple spas med its way up her back. She backed to the couch and sat heavily, relaxing almost the instant she touched the vinyl covering. Leaning back into the softness of it, she drew her legs up and spread them wide apart. Her cunt was gaping, red and moist. Gingerly she let her hand caress her stomach and on down into the moistness of her crotch. She let one finger work its way through the dampness and into her slit. She eased her finger up the slit and rubbed her clitoris softly, moaning passionately.
Tom was watching her as he was being masturbated by Linda, who was still standing behind him. In a moment, his eyes turned upward and he let an animal growl escape his throat. His huge organ shook slightly and the white, oozing liquid came flying out, shooting across the room a good three feet. His body shuddered and he twitched his shoulders. He gave a final sigh of relief and the woman behind him stopped her manipulations and came around to stand in front of him.
"Now," she said, "were going to get you worked up again. Then you can do anything to us you want to." She turned toward Kelly, masturbating on the couch. "Right, Kelly?" she asked, appearing not to be concerned at the young girl's actions. Kelly blushed when she became aware that the two had stopped their sexual play and were now directing their attention on her. "Oh," she said, her voice timid. "You can do about any thing you want, I guess. I, uh, I really don't know." She searched for words, then continued as if deep in thought. "I haven't made up my mind whether or not ... She didn't explain any further. She hoped they'd understand.
Tom beckoned toward her. "Come over here and stand in front of me." Then he turned to Linda. "You too, please." Linda immediately responded, but Kelly hesitated. Tom eyed her and Kelly felt a flush building up again.
She forced herself to look into his eyes. At first she looked for the coldness she thought would be there. But, instead, she saw something else. It was a warmth and an understanding. He understood! She didn't want him to think she was a bitch in heat, although that was the way she felt at this moment. He could have had her by simply placing his hand on her cunt and rubbing, but he didn't choose to do it that way. He wanted her to make up her own mind and somehow she knew that, regardless of whether she went through with it or not, he would understand and he wouldn't blame her. There was no pettiness in him. He had grown into a man. He didn't want to hurt her, she knew. All he wanted was to have her enjoy herself. Somehow the feeling made everything all right. She knew this and it was without reservation that she walked over to him, smiling softly.
When they were both standing nude in front of Tom, he felt first his sister's cunt, then Linda's juicy slit. Each time he probed he brought a little gasp of pleasure from each girl. Both cunts were satisfactorily warm and moist. They were ready, and he smiled in a pleasant manner. It had been quite a day. He had imagined for a long time how it would feel to have two naked women with him in the same room, each wanting him to fuck them, but in different ways. He had fantasized about it in his masturbation activities and now it was here in front of him. It was exciting, damn exciting. He knew there was going to be a lot of pleasure this day.
He knew too that Kelly must be tender and sore after the afternoon in the tack room of the bam. He'd have to take it easy with her. He wanted her to enjoy it so much she'd want to go through the same thing again and again.
"Face each other," he ordered crisply, glaring in a military manner at the two girls.
"Yes sir," they both replied in unison.
Wondering what he was up to, the women obeyed and faced each other. '
"Kelly, I want you to play with Linda's cunt while she plays with yours. You can rub tits together while you're playing around, too. And I want to see you both kissing each other. Don't be afraid to suck each other's tongue, either." He grinned broadly as he continued. "Keep it up until I tell you to stop. This way I'll know there's no jealousy between you. I don't want any hard feelings at all." He was directing his words to Kelly, but he looked at each girl, one at a time. "No jealousy at all."
As the girls faced each other, Tom grinned again, his white teeth flashing. "I want you both to understand that the only hard thing coming between you both will be my stiff cock, and you both better remember that."
The girls, now standing in front of him, squatted a little, so they could spread their legs, each reaching for the other s moist cunt. They pressed their full breasts together, moving them slightly. Their red mouths came together and they began sucking tongues noisily. It was only a matter of a few seconds before each of them were emitting low animal moans that seemed to come from deep within their throats.
"Good, good," Tom said.
Tom inspected both cunts closely, making sure that each girl was fingering the other properly. He looked at their moving tits, and made sure their tongues were intertwined.
"Okay," he said, stepping in when the moans became louder. "Better break it up."
The girls stepped back and turned to face him, their eyes glazed, their breathing heavy. Tom spread his own legs wide apart.
"Both of you! Get down on your knees between my legs." Eagerly both girls obeyed. "Kelly, I want you to suck my cock for ten seconds and then Linda will play with my balls. Then reverse roles. Got it? Remember ten seconds and then both of you switch. Get ready, get on your mark ... go!"
Kelly thought about the bout in the tack room and how close she had come to sucking his huge cock. Oh, she had really wanted to then, and now ... Wow, she said to herself. She grabbed at it and took his big prick in her small hands and greedily licked at the head of it. She didn't even try to think about the right or wrong of it or how she felt. Her only desire was to please her brother who was standing in front of her. She sensed that by pleasing him she would be giving herself pleasure. And at this moment pleasure was the only thing. She was vaguely aware that Linda was fondling Tom's hairy balls and that he was groaning with pleasure. It only drove her on to faster action. She got the head of his cock into her tiny mouth and began inching down on the shaft. She brought her mouth back to the wide head, sucked it, then began working down the shaft . once more.
Momentarily, Tom held her head steady while he fucked her mouth. The moistness of her warm mouth was all around the head of his cock and her tongue was busy tickling the opening at the end of his enormous bulb.
"Time's up," he gasped, knowing he couldn't take much more, and Kelly reluctantly removed her mouth from his prick.
It hadn't been bad at all, she decided. When he'd first suggested it she thought she might refuse, but she got carried up into the passion of the thing and she had acted without a will of her own.
Kelly gave one last kiss to the cock before pulling her mouth away. Linda, by now, was beside herself. Her passion was causing her to squirm and moan. She immediately grabbed the rigid rod and gobbled it with lustful slobbering sounds. Kelly reached for Tom's balls, liking the velvety way they felt to her. As she fondled them lovingly, Linda began sucking him fiercely and Tom uttered a pleading cry of anguish.
"Wait! Hold it! Just hold it one damn minute!" He jerked his prick from Linda's reluctant lips. "I don't want to come again like this. I want us all three to come together. Let's move it, kids. To the bed!"
Both girls were feverish with excitement and they crawled into bed without protest. Tom crawled in and lay on his back, the two girls on either side.
"Kelly, put that sweet-smelling cunt of yours over my head, and face my feet. Linda, you get on your hands and knees, and straddle my body with your ass toward Kelly. That way you can suck me and Kelly can be licking your twat at the same time. It'll give us some good variety. We'll all get our kicks."
Kelly looked curious. She asked, "But what about me?" She hadn't yet figured out what was going to happen. She'd never done anything but straight fucking.
"Honey," Tom answered her patiently, "just lower that sweet-smelling pussy of yours on my mouth and my big tongue will let you know how you're going to be taken care of." He paused to catch his breath, and added, "When either of you feels an orgasm starting, signal. We'll try and come at the same time."
"But," Linda protested, "when are you going to screw me with that big beautiful hard cock? In my pussy, the old-fashioned way, I mean?" She protruded her lips in a mischievous pout.
"In time, my dear sweet sexy sister-in-law, in due time. I'll be fucking every hole you have before this night is over. Just you wait and see."
"Is that a promise?" Linda asked.
"Yes," Tom grunted his reply.
Showing the wild excitement that was building up in them, the girls assumed their position. Kelly straddled Tom's head and eased her hot cunt down to his waiting mouth. He started lapping at it immediately, sending his tongue flicking like a snake into the wetness of it. Linda had already moved into position over Tom's hips and had his hot throbbing cock in her warm mouth. She lapped at the pulsating red knob as she felt Kelly testing out her pussy. Linda knew it would be only a minute or two before Kelly started probing with her hot quick tongue, and Linda shivered with anticipated delight. She was surprised that Kelly was fitting into the excitement of the thing so easily. She had realized that Kelly was a hot little number as soon as she and Brad had arrived in Boondale. Sex was oozing out from all over her, but she just hadn't been awakened. She'd probably fumbled around with a boy or two in the back seat of a car, but until Tom had worked her over in the bam, Linda doubted that Kelly really knew what it was all about-but, Linda decided, the young girl was indeed a fast learner.
The trio now went to work furiously. Moans and groans of delight filled the air of the room. Kelly cried out when the big hot tongue of the man below her found her moist hole and dove into it. She was beyond caring whether or not her conscience was bothering her. To hell with it, she decided. She wanted to tell Tom how wonderful it felt, but her own tongue was busy dipping into Linda's juicy, aroma-filled cunt. She couldn't speak at all; she could only grunt with an almost insane pleasure.
Linda was having a wonderful time herself. Holding the thick shaft of Tom's prick with one hand, she played with his smooth balls with the other as she sucked his cock with passion. She uttered deep cries of delight as she went about her amorous chore.
Good, good, good!" she managed to mumble around the hardness of the organ stuffed inside her mouth.
Tom responded to Linda's every suck with an appreciative gasp of delight and an upthrust of his ass. He pushed his hard tongue as far as he could up into the beautiful cunt above him, savoring the sweet hot juices.
Kelly suddenly gave a loud moaning sound. She started working her twat fiercely over Tom's face. The others sensed she was getting ready to come and stepped up their own actions. Linda felt Tom's cock beginning to swell up in her mouth, and she commenced a quick slurping action oh the rosy head of his throbbing organ. Kelly was lapping away at Linda's moist box, causing Linda to shove her ass backward and upward to help the process. They increased their movements and the peak was nearing. It was just a matter of seconds now before the trio would be exploding.
And, when Linda felt the first warm squirt of Toms orgasm explode into her mouth, she swallowed it greedily, then forced the shaft of his cock down into her throat as far as possible. She started to breathe through her nose so she wouldn't gag while gulping the rest of his semen.
Both girls were peaking now. Their muffled cries of pleasure made the moment more intense. Their moans blended together and Kelly pressed her hot cunt down on Tom's face and worked her moisture back and forth along his face. Tom lifted his head and thrust his tongue up her cunt as far as he could, liking the reaction he found in the young girl above his face.
Linda kept Tom's cock in her mouth while she had her orgasm. Kelly leaned far forward and pressed her entire face against Linda's cunt, darting her tongue in and out.
The movement caused Linda to scream out as she choked on the huge cock still spurting into her throat. She had stiffened her body when Kelly's tongue went all the way in, forcing a climax immediately.
Kelly was snorting through her nose, and the force of air only added to the excitement Linda was experiencing as the hot breath hit her in the ass. She screamed and clamped down on the huge cock lodged deep in her throat.
The two girls slumped exhausted onto the big man as their orgasms subsided. It seemed to last forever but, when it ended, all three were completely satisfied, weak and spent. The girls lay in position for a long moment, then tumbled off Tom, one on each side. Tom sighed in deep contentment. He patted each girl in happy satisfaction. The girls were still breathing deeply, and when they seemed to have caught their breath, he sat up. He announced in a deep voice, "I'm going to take a piss. You girls better wash those pussies so we can have us a ball later on." He reached down and fondled his limp organ, then added, "I don't think I'll have a problem getting it up again. Not with two hot lovers."
Linda raised up and said, "I want it at least two more times. Can you hold up?"
"You better believe it," Tom said and grinned. Kelly lay on her back, her head cradled in her hands. She was not experiencing the remorse she thought she might at the onset of this lovemaking match. Instead, she felt a sense of complete satisfaction. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with what had just taken place. She wondered briefly what anyone would say if she told them she had made love to her brother, and to her sister-in-law too. But what the hell. Now she giggled. She had been in an orgy. A participant and now a pretender like some of the girls at school. She giggled again.
Linda reached over with one hand and patted Kelly on the stomach. She let her hand remain in position and said, "It really was something, wasn't it, sweetie?"
Kelly nodded silently before answering. "Yes, it really was. I didn't think I could ever enjoy something like this. It was so different. So wonderful. You know, Linda, I had many small orgasms before I had the big one. It's just ... well, it's just beyond description."
Linda nodded in agreement.
Tom interrupted the conversation as he returned from the bathroom. He crawled up on the edge of the bed and sat facing the two girls. "You gals better get washed up. I like clean cunts." His grin took the reprimand out of his statement.
The two girls got up and went into the bathroom. After they'd returned, Tom lay between them. Instantly their hands went to his cock. He turned and kissed Kelly and placed her head on his shoulder. Next he kissed Linda and put her head on his other shoulder. The tits of each girl pressed up hard against his body and he liked the feel of them pushing hard into him.
"Did you like the first activity on the program?" he asked.
"It was gorgeous!" Linda exclaimed. "Just beautiful!" She sighed deeply.
Tom looked at Kelly.
Kelly didn't say anything, but she smiled contentedly and rubbed her stomach.
Tom looked at her a long moment before he said, "Next on the program is some tall and fancy fucking, the old-fashioned way, with me trying to take care of two hot cunts on one night. How does that sound?"
Kelly finally spoke. "Do you mind if I don't participate in it yet? I, uh, just don't know."
"Hey, sounds great," Linda giggled. "It gives me a chance to get taken care of twice, the old-fashioned way, that is. I'm ready to have that glorious prick shoved up my little old aching pussy."
"Your pussy can wait for a little while longer," Tom said. "I have to figure out a way to get Kelly to participate. She's a little hesitant about me ramming it into her tender pussy, but I think she wouldn't mind me going in the rear door." He paused for effect. "It just might be the thing to get her over her shyness."
"The rear door?" Kelly asked, suddenly remembering what she had once heard from a girl friend about doing it that way, in the rear. The excitement of the thought crept up on her, causing her to shiver with a twinge of concern. "Will it hurt?"
"Not a bit, honey. I never hurt anyone. I know all the tricks. You roll over on your belly and I'll tuck this pillow under you."
Linda smiled and thought, For a young guy with no experience he's sure coming up with new ideas. Probably read a book on the different ways and now he wants to show them off. But she decided she liked all the things he was coming up with.
Kelly did as Tom told her. When she lay with her ass pushing upward, Tom moved to lay on his side. Gently he started probing. He found her ass hole and inserted his finger, moving it gently in and out, getting Kelly used to the touch.
"Do you like this, sweetie? Do you like the feeling of my finger up your ass?"
"I love it!" Her outburst even surprised her. Now she was breathing hard. Pulling her arm around toward her side she reached down and took hold of his cock. It was beautifully hard again. She began stroking it and twitching her ass up against Tom's probing finger. The farther he inserted it, the harder she pushed.
She grunted her satisfaction.
He inserted his finger deeper and muttered softly, almost with his mouth closed, "Would you like to have me stick my cock up your ass now, Kelly? Would you like to feel my warm prick throbbing inside you as deep as it can go?" He waited silently, hoping the words would have the effect on her he intended them to have.
"Yes," she breathed excitedly. "Oh, yes, I would. I want you to shoot a scalding load up my ass, too. Oh, please! I can almost feel it now. I need it, oh, how I need it!" The words didn't seem to be out of line. They came out naturally as if she'd been saying such words her entire life.
Tom turned to Linda and said, "Get me some Vaseline out of the medicine cabinet."
"I've got something better. Wait." She scampered into the room where she had left her purse and came back with a tube of cream. She sat down on the bed and took the big hard prick in her hand, pushing Kelly's clutching hand away. Linda grinned to show she was only teasing. She began to smear the cream over the reddish flange, and then along the length of the shaft. "I bought this cream especially for such an occasion. It's used to insert suppositories, like this big cock here." She gave the stiff organ a light squeeze. "It'll slip into that tiny ass hole without a bit of pain. I guarantee it, sweetie," she said to Kelly. "You'll love it, because it'll slide right in so easy." She shuddered. "God, I'd love to have that going into my ass hole. I can almost feel it buried there!"
Tom's prick was well greased before Linda let go of it. She rubbed the ointment on evenly and thoroughly with loving care. She even reached over and smeared a dab of it around the puckered flesh of Kelly's ass hole.
Linda reached again for Tom's cock but he yelled out, "Hey, watch it! That feels too fucking good! Take it easy, will you? I don't want to shoot my wad yet, especially in the air."
"You won't," Linda assured him with a smile. She handed him the tube, picked up a couple of tissues from the bedside and wiped her hands. "Now," she said, in an authoritative manner, "squeeze some of this up Kelly's ass hole. She'll love it."
Tom squeezed some of the cream up the tight hole, then followed it with his finger, smearing and spreading it around evenly. Then he tossed the tube on the bedside table and got on his knees between the young girl's legs. She spread them quickly as if she couldn't wait for the insertion that was soon to take place.
"Get your sweet ass up here, Kelly. I want to see how this thing is going to fit."
Kelly laughed. There was eagerness in the sound, but there was some nervousness, too. "I'm ready for you, I think." She looked back at him over her shoulder. "My, that cock of yours looks good, all greasy and shining. Are you sure, though, that it'll fit?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he took hold of her hip and yanked her ass up toward him. She bent in the middle, her ass now on a level with his big cock and her head turned sideways on the bed. Even so, she felt comfortable. Down deep she was still a bit afraid, but the thought of him fucking her this way caused her to wipe away most of the fear.
"Fuck it good, Tom! Give it all you got!" Linda said suddenly, and there was a note of urgency in her voice. It was as if the words had just slipped out.
Kelly had relaxed and Tom noted the slight tremors that floated up and down her spine. She was as ready now as she ever would be.
"You're going to get it, sweetie. Right now." He probed a moment or two with his huge cock, seeking the tiny entrance. It seemed such a small hole for so big a cock, but he knew that the small grainy hole would stretch quite a bit. It would be a tight fit, but it would make it. He eased the head of his prick inside, and stopped pushing when he heard the girl moan slightly as if in pain.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, concern in his voice. He didn't want to hurt her at all. She had to en joy it, too, or there was no point in doing it this way.
"Yes! But don't stop! It hurts good! It's a lovely feeling, really." She twitched her ass upward. "Stick it in further, please! Push it in all the way! I want you to bury that big hot cock in me!"
Tom got some leverage with his knees, then with a sudden push, he shoved his big cock in another two inches. Kelly grunted with satisfaction. The grease made his prick glide in much more easily. It was almost as if he had his prick in her cunt. He began an in-and-out motion, reaching around and grabbing both her large tits in his hands as he propelled his huge rod into her. He fondled them tenderly, rubbing the pink nipples between his fingers. Each time he squeezed on them Kelly shivered with passion.
"Can you reach my balls, Kelly? Try it, sweetie. I want them played with while I'm fucking away at your wonderful ass."
Kelly tried to reach but she couldn't. Her position prevented it.
"I can," Linda said with excitement and lust in her low voice. "Let me." She climbed back on the bed and got behind Tom and took his balls into the palms of her hands. She squeezed them gently, then knelt, and leaning over, she licked at one as they flopped to and fro in rhythm with the movements of the huge organ pushing in and out of Kelly's tiny, stretched ass hole. Suddenly Linda was very hot with lust and desire. She wanted that big cock in her pussy.
"Hurry," she said between licks, "I've got to have some of that stuff, too."
Kelly reached down, pretending that she was trying to reach for Tom's balls again. She got only as far as her own hot little cunt. She inserted two fingers into it and played with her clitoris. It was a glorious feeling for her. The combination of having a prick up her ass and a finger in her cunt induced a wonderful desire in her. The arousal was at a height that she had never reached before. She was flying, high as an eagle, soaring in the clear blue sky high above the earth. It was wonderful and she hoped it would last forever and ever. She didn't want to come back down to the reality of earth.
Kelly realized, too, that she could control her big orgasm. She would time it just at the right moment. It had to be this way. She wanted to come at exactly the same moment Tom started filling her overheated backside with his giant load of hot semen.
The thought of it made her gasp and moan in sheer delight. Her ass and cunt began to twitch and spasm. Had she thought of something like this a few days ago, she would have been completely shocked at her actions and at her thoughts. Now it was just a glorious way of reaching for the sky. The stimulation Tom was giving her nipples only added to the new dimension she had reached and she wondered if she could ever reach again a high plateau of such complete pleasure.
Kelly groaned, a deep rumbling noise that came up through her throat, sounding like a mow moan as it escaped through her clenched teeth and out her half-opened lips. It was a sound of pure animal pleasure.
Tom sensed that Kelly's reactions were due entirely to his cock up her ass. With this thought in mind, he drove his cock in farther and farther, stepping up the hardness of each of his strokes until he was pumping furiously, each stroke like that of a giant piston, harder and harder and deeper and deeper.
Kelly was grunting with each stroke and her finger was moving faster over her clitoris. Sensing that he was nearing his climax, she arched her small bottom upward and pressed harder against the big man so she could meet each thrust of his oversized cock.
Tom realized he was on the verge of coming. His hips began a trip-hammer action, driving his huge cock in and up to the hilt with each shuddering blow. He groaned loudly, closing his eyes and squeezing the nipples of Kelly's tits as hard as he dared.
Suddenly he let go of her firm tits. Extending both of his arms outward, he started fucking her tight ass as if he were riding a bucking bronco.
Kelly was finger-fucking herself furiously. Her mouth hung open so she could suck air into her throat and lungs. When she felt the first spurt of his scalding semen inside her, she let her own orgasm begin. Now her whole body began to shudder and twitch. She almost wept, the sensation was so intense, so pure, so wonderful! She gasped and moaned and thrust up her small ass to meet his hammering, hard jabs.
Tom was still driving his cock in hard. He drove the last of his semen deep inside her. He moaned, and rested his head on the girl's backside. He had never felt so weak or so satisfied in his entire life.
Slowly and with some care, Kelly lowered herself onto the bed, squeezing Tom's limp, spent cock out of her battered ass as she did so. He lay silent beside her. Now she turned to him and smiled.
"God!" was all she could manage to say.
"Did you really enjoy it that much, Kelly? Did you like having me shove this big old cock up your ass?"
Kelly, regaining her senses, said, "It was so wonderful." She kissed him lightly. "I want you to fuck my ass again soon." She closed her eyes and said, "I never realized that it could be so, so wonderful. I believe, well...." She paused, and unable to find the right words, said, "To heck with it." She knew how it had felt but she couldn't describe it in the right way. It was something someone had to experience to know exactly how it felt. You just couldn't say it was good or anything like that. You had to experience it, that was all there was to it.
At the foot of the bed, Linda was moaning and groaning. She raised up on her hands and knees. "What about me? What the hell are you going to do about me? I played with your balls while you fucked Kelly and I'm so goddamned keyed up I know I'm going to bust a gut if you don't do something about me and do it quick," she said pitifully, hunching her pelvic area as if she had a cock deep inside her, pounding away.
"Honey," Tom explained patiently, "I just have to rest up a bit. You two are more than this horny bastard can take." He grinned. "Come up here in my arms and I'll cuddle you awhile. Later I'll get a good hard-on again, just for you-and look out! I'll stuff your hot little box full of everything you want. I'll fill you so full you'll be screaming for mercy."
Reluctantly Linda moved up to him. "Oh, all right. I suppose I can try. It'll be hard waiting, thought." She let her moist pussy rub up his leg as she moved into position beside him.
Kelly was lying on her back, her head resting on Tom's shoulder. Linda had turned on her side facing him and was using his arm as a pillow. She let one hand fall lightly on his stomach. The muscles under the smooth skin rippled as she caressed the hard surface. She let her hand slide on down to the patch of curly pubic hair that was now matted with love juice. There the hand came to a rest, just at the base of his limp cock.
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The trio dozed for a while, and it was Linda who awoke first. She'd slept fitfully, so hot with passion that she'd continued to play with herself even after she had-dozed. She had Tom's limp prick nestled loosely in her hand. Now she closed her palm around the slightly sticky organ and skinned the foreskin back from the head. Slowly, she caressed it, working her hand up and down the length of it. There was a slight stirring in the thickness of it and she grinned lewdly. She would work him up yet, she thought. She wanted him to give her a good fucking. She wanted it so badly she could almost feel it inside her.
Linda raised up and leaned over and touched her tongue to the tiny nipple of the boy's small tit She tickled it until Tom stirred and moaned lightly in his sleep. Linda continued rubbing the hard surface of the boy's stomach as she played with his cock. It began to stir. She felt the prick coming alive in her warm hand. It squirmed and wiggled and rippled as it filled to hardness. She shuddered lustfully and squeezed harder, trying to speed up the process.
Still on her side, Linda Crawled on top of the prone body of Tom. Still kissing his nipple wetly, she rubbed her juicy cunt over his smooth stomach. Now she was breathing hard, almost panting as Tom awoke.
He said, as if he were mad, "You keep that up and I'm going to fuck the shit right out of you. And I'm just the man that can do it."
"Goodie, goodie," Linda moaned, then said, her voice teasing, "That's exactly what I had in mind. I want to see if you can fuck me."
"Oh, I can."
"If bet."
"Do you want to ride it?" Tom asked, almost too tired to move. He didn't think he could make it on top of her. There was just no strength.
"Ride it?" She pretended ignorance for his sake. "Yeah, you know, you crawl up and stay on top of me and fuck me like you would if you were riding a stallion and a hard cock is pushing up from the saddle into your cunt. You know, like a saddle with a large nipple on it."
"Nipple, my ass. More like a large cucumber."
"Wanna try?"
"You make it sound so dreamy. I'd love to try it," Linda answered softly, but there was eagerness in her voice. No me, she said to herself, letting him know I've done it this way many times before.
"Hop aboard, then." His voice was still soft. "Right on."
She straddled him and fumbled a little in her eagerness to get his throbbing hard rod into the right hole, but she managed to get it positioned and aimed with some difficulty. Whimpering with anticipation, she eased her wet cunt down over the flange, then down the length of the shaft. She moaned in pure animal delight when she had it all neatly stuffed inside her moist cunt. It was truly glorious! It was as if she'd never done it this way before. This boy, this man, certainly had something about him, she decided, something animal and something magnetic.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, ecstasy in her voice, "do you know this is the biggest cock I've ever had in me before? I just can't believe it."
Surprised, Tom looked at her. "A woman with your experience?"
"Oh, I've been fucked a few times in my life, . but none of the men had cocks this big. But," she added, and her voice had a teasing note to it, "I have an artificial prick I use when there's no man about and I need a fucking." She watched the effect of her words as they registered on his face.
It didn't seem to bother him as he answered, "My sexy lover, you don't have to use any artificial cock while I'm around. I've got all the meat you need."
"Don't I know it, you big, bad stud, you!"
Tom reached upward and fondled her breasts. He circled her ass with his arms and pulled her cunt forward. "Lean over so I can suck your tits," he ordered. She did as told, knowing the pleasure it would give. Tom swallowed as much of her huge tit as he could, then he switched to the other.
"You like it?" His voice was muffled.
She only groaned in pleasure as an answer. Linda was beyond speaking for the moment. There was something about him that excited every nerve ending in her body. Even his voice caused shivers to race up her body.
"Now turn your head so you can see yourself fucking me in that mirror behind you. That'll give you some extra thrills."
When she turned, she could see a perfect reflection of herself riding up and down on Tom's huge throbbing cock. The dresser was positioned just at the right angle and the picture gave her added ripples of pleasure throughout her body. She'd never watched herself fuck before.
She noticed that her ass was spread wider apart and stuck out more than she thought it would. She didn't know whether this was flattering or not. Turning back, even more thoroughly aroused, she began kissing him fiercely. Her gliding strokes became furious, each one faster than the one preceding. She moaned and cried out in the sheer beauty and delight of fucking this man. He knew what to do, and everything he did seemed to be the right thing to please a woman.
"Give it to me, darling," she whimpered, her voice wild with desire. "Fuck my goddamned cunt right off this bed!"
Tom grunted.
"Wowee! Oh, Tom, darling!"
"Hang on, Linda, hang on."
She was almost out of her mind with the passion and the fury of the moment. Her cunt was swallowing his cock to the hilt.
"Tom! Tom! Tom, I'm coming! God! I can't stop it! Oh fuck me, fuck me!"
She felt his huge cock swell to a dangerous proportion. The big man was gritting his teeth, thrusting his prick upward furiously to meet her downward strokes. On each downward stroke he was pounding it hard up into her moist and juicy pussy.
"Now!" she screamed. "Oh, lover, now! Please give it all to me! Fill me with that love juice! Oh, fill me up with that hot stuff! I need it! Oh, how I need it! Come on! Please!"
"Ahhhgggghh!" Tom groaned out as he stiffened.
She felt the first scalding spurt of his semen hit her aching womb and it increased her awareness of this wonderful moment.
Clutching him around the head, she shot her tongue into his mouth. Her tits were crushed fast and hard against his chest. Clinging to him, she tried to pull all of him into her, deeper and harder, not ever wanting to let go.
"Ohhhhh," she finally managed to moan.
When the two of them were finished, they lay as if in a stupor. Linda was still on top and his cock was now limp beside her. She fell into an exhausted sleep in that position.
CHAPTER FIVE
Later, after they had all slept, Kelly fixed scrambled eggs in the large kitchen. When they had eaten, they sat naked in the living room talking.
"How did you like tonight?" Tom asked, looking at Kelly sitting across the room from him. Her body had taken on a rosy glow.
She smiled pleasantly and replied, "Well, big brother, I guess, uh, I guess I learned a lot."
"You guess?" Linda threw in, her face showing she was only teasing the younger girl.
"Yeah, you know." Again Kelly was having a hard time finding the right words for what she wanted to say. Of course she'd learned a lot this evening with Linda and Tom; not only about sex but also about herself as well. She could do things now without being too afraid or ashamed of the way she felt It had been a new experience for her and she smiled inwardly, not really hearing what Linda was saying as the woman talked on and on, explaining about how a woman had as much right as a man to enjoy sex and to even be the aggressor in the act.
Kelly giggled now. It had been fun. Aloud she said, "I did enjoy it."
"Did you like the oral sex?" Tom asked.
"Some. I guess I did. Oh, hell. Yes, I really did enjoy it."
"A great many women depend on oral sex for arousal," Tom said.
"That's right," Linda cut in. "I remember my first experience with it. Damn! I can remember it so well. It was back before I married Brad. One night I was as horny as hell and I cut out and got myself picked up by this romantic-looking stud. He took me to his apartment, and before he knew what was happening I was letting him make time with me."
She paused for a minute, seeing if her words were being listened to, then went on: "My nipples flared outward and stabbed at the flimsy material of my bra. Then the covering was suddenly gone as this stud's hand made a quick motion at my back. The flaming ends jumped shamelessly toward his warm lips as he sucked first one bare tit and then the other. He pulled them into his mouth and brought moans of delightful passion from my throat." She stopped again and looked at Tom. "You don't mind if I'm very dramatic about this, do you?"
"Shit no, lover. You might give me a hard-on though."
"I know what to do with a hard-on, hon. That is, if you can get one up again."
"Oh, I think I might do just that, but go on with your story."
"Well, as he sucked, a new kind of thrill raced through me. I clutched at his head and pressed it tightly to my aching breasts, lifting my chest to feed my flesh into his ravenous mouth.
"I slumped beneath him on the couch and groaned in avid response as his tongue caressed the tingling nipple of my breast. Since he could take care of only one at a time, I reached up with my own finger and took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it around until it cried out for the moist lips of the man who was so engrossed in sucking my other tit.
"I felt my own huge bubble burst and send my senses reeling toward unbelievable heights of sensational delight. My mouth opened wide in a pleasurable song of passion that blended with the sound of his moist warm lips on my breast. I shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body. It was the most fulfilling climax I'd ever experienced. Up to that time, of course!" She raised her eyebrows and looked at Tom.
"You better add that," he reprimanded, grinning. "Hey, lover," he said to Linda, "you should be a writer. I've never heard such a story. Hell, you sounded like you'd memorized it from something you wrote."
"I did write about it-in my diary." Linda pursed her lips. "Maybe I ought to write a book on my sex life. Think it would sell?"
"It just might," Tom said, "after I give you a few more experiences, that is."
"Wanna try for one now?" Linda asked. Her voice was teasing, but there was also a look of anticipation in her eyes.
"Why not?" Tom said.
Kelly spoke up then, unable to remain silent I'll just be a spectator, if you don't mind."
"Nothing like a spectator-sport," Linda quipped. She got up from her seat and walked across the room and knelt in front of Tom.
She looked at his nude body for a long time, studying his frame from his neck downward. She let her gaze stop at his crotch, and for a long moment she stared hungrily at his cock. The stare in itself was of a sexual nature, and Tom felt this because his cock started to swell as the blood rushed into it.
Kelly was watching too, and she felt that something erotic, very erotic, was happening before her eyes. The thought of it caused a stirring deep within her cunt and she knew she would have a hard time controlling herself now. Especially after the freedom she had felt earlier. She knew, too, that if she got too aroused, neither Tom nor Linda would think anything if she let her hand slip down between her own legs. That was the wonderful thing about this experience. If she wanted to finger herself, she could. It was just a part of the "happening," as she like to refer to it. It was her happening, her coming-out party, in a sense.
Tom scooted himself out to the edge of the couch. His heavy scrotum hung loosely over the edge. Linda cupped the bag in her hands, fondling the wrinkled skin. Tom's cock hardened visibly.
"Wow!" Linda exclaimed. "I've never seen a cock get so hard so fast!"
"It's your magic touch, lover," Tom answered softly, his voice trying to control his excitement.
Linda leaned forward and tickled the tip of it with her tongue, letting the feathery touch continue over the head of it until the entire surface was covered.
When she finally did take the rosy knob into her mouth, Tom reached down and put his hands on the back of her head and pushed the throbbing length of the pole down her throat. She gagged, but then relaxed her throat muscles and found she could take it that way all right.
Tom responded to Linda's every suck with an appreciative gasp of delight and an upthrust of his ass. The cock began to swell in her mouth, and suddenly he was shooting his heavy load into her throat. She swallowed it greedily, then forced the shaft of his cock down into her throat as far as possible. She began to breathe through her nose so she wouldn't gag while gulping the rest of his semen.
"Hey," Tom shouted out, "that sure didn't take long. What next, lover?" He patted Linda on the head.
She mumbled something and continued sucking on the half-limp organ. Her cunt was dripping, it was so hot with desire. God, she thought, I've got to get it hard again so he can fuck me!
It didn't take too long. Tom was a man of his word, Linda decided. His cock started swelling again, and when it got to the proper hardness, Linda let go of it and slumped backward on the floor. She sprawled back with her legs wide apart and motioned, the come still thick in her mouth.
She didn't have to say anything, anyway, for Tom, seeing the gaping red cunt, immediately fell to his knees between her legs and forced his huge throbbing cock into it. The thumping and pounding was so furious that it scooted the couple along the floor until Linda's head was against the wall.
When she had something to lever with, she arched her body upward, forcing Tom to pound deeper into her cunt. She felt as if she were going to pass out with the excitement of being fucked so viciously. It was so blissful that she lost all touch with reality; all she could do was scream for more.
"Harder, you bastard lover, harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me until I'm crazy! Fuck the shit outta me! You lover you. Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" The last screaming words came out in a long moaning cry of anguish as she came again and again. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
"Aaaahhhh!" It was Tom, and he spurted his scalding load into her, filling her cunt almost as full as he had her mouth. His load was oozing out around his cock and dripping down over the cheeks of her firm ass and onto the carpeting.
Kelly, who'd been watching the scene as if she were a spectator in a movie, was in complete awe of what she'd seen. She knew passion, of course, but this act was something she couldn't put into words. It was beyond her. It was like being out of her mind, outside her body, soaring, lifting upward, floating. It was hard for her to ease back down into reality.
Now she wanted to be fucked, to be satisfied in the same way Linda must have been. She moved slowly across the room, as if in a dream, her body seeming to float. Tom lay on his back beside Linda, his cock limp and sticky. Kelly knelt over him and took the subject in her hands. She rolled it softly in her palms and felt a slight stiffening in the thick prick. After a minute she lowered her head and put her moist lips around the rosy knob that was shining in its wetness. She swallowed it once, deeply, then raised back up and looked at him. "If Linda can do it, I can."
"Go to it!" Tom said, excitement in his voice.
"Amen," Kelly said, dipping her head for another suck at his cock. This time she let the length of the thick, rosy penis go into her throat. She held it there a moment, then let her tongue curl around it and tickle the underside of the throbbing organ as she brought her head back up. She gripped it at its base, measuring its unbelievable dimensions. It was so big! Up went her hand, past swollen veins, along its proud length to just below its head, where she lingered. She squeezed below the head and watched the wetness at the tip grow. Tom moaned loudly and reached out and grabbed at her hair.
Delicately she licked the drop from the head, then dug the tip of her tongue into his little opening. She kissed and nuzzled along its length, breathing on him hotly. She made warm, animal noises in her throat and heard him respond.
"Mmmmmm!" he moaned.
She tickled her tongue along its base, up the sides, and back down again to bury her lips in his crinkly pubic hair. She lifted his balls and held them tenderly as she licked them. She opened her mouth wide and took one carefully inside, loving the feeling of its movement in her mouth.
Suddenly she took the head of his prick in her mouth again, sucking strongly, running her tongue around it, moaning like an animal. She could taste the semen which had gathered there since her last suck. His body tightened and his fingers pulled at her hair. She moved around on the floor so Tom could reach her moist cunt. When his finger found its way inside her she moaned loudly.
Soon, it was clearly beyond her control. She didn't give a damn about anything any more. Sex was the thing. She tried to concentrate on the prick in her mouth, tried to use all the techniques she'd learned watching Linda. She lowered her mouth on it, opening her exquisite cheeks over its breadth and her throat down its length, slipping her wet lips up and down, lingering with her tongue on the head to swirl deliciously, then plunging down again to bury it in her throat.
But she was further along than Tom was. He was too good with his finger; he knew how to bring her up. She moaned, her mouth full, as her body began the dance of orgasm. The ache was too strong to be satisfied this way, no matter how good it felt. She let it build for a moment, grinding her cunt on his sweet, wet hand until she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she exploded.
Tom knew instinctively what Kelly was thinking. He hadn't been screwing these two without learning a few things about them. He pushed her off his cock and pulled her up to him. Her firm tits quivered as they rubbed against his body. The tiny clitoris pressed against his leg as she was pulled forward. When she reached the level of his prick with her moist cunt, she rubbed the head of his cock with her clit until she'd gained the level of pleasure she had before. She was coming! Her stomach grew weak with desire and she let herself fall, slipping down its great, gleaming length until she writhed on it in mindless, greedy abandon. She was coming as his cock rammed against her cervix. She melted in ecstasy, shivered through a series of pleasure-waves until she couldn't fuck his mouth with her tongue, but had to hiss her satisfaction in his ear.
Everything went red and black and she quivered and plunged into the depths of her orgasm, mindless of time or place.
When she regained her senses she rose from his cock, hearing the sweet suction. As his enormous cock came away from the place in which it had supplied so much pleasure, she knelt again between his legs.
She took his cock into her mouth, loving the taste of her own juice. She ran her wet lips up and down it, knowing that softness was what he needed first. Gentle, soft sucking, and maybe some psychological warfare.
"I love doing this," she told Tom. "I want you to come in my mouth." She moaned over the head of his cock. "I've never had anyone come in my mouth and I want to taste it."
Already the juice of their recent fucking was gone and her lips moved on their own wetness. She knew it wouldn't be too long.
And it wasn't.
"Ooohhh!" he moaned, helpless in the early stages of his orgasm. "Ohhhhh!"
His pelvis jerked, throwing his huge cock up into her mouth. She tried to cushion everything with her lips, but his movements were wild, Cruelly, he jammed his enormous organ into her throat. His moans were louder than hers and even more blissful to her ears. She loved it! She moaned aloud around the cock stem, "Mmmmmmm. Good! Goooooood!"
She felt the first hot gush with her tongue on an out stroke, and she was ready for its re-entry. She sucked madly, swallowing automatically. It rammed again into her throat and she let it ram as far as it could, sucking and swallowing as it receded. Again, and again, and again, until her mind clouded with bliss. She felt her cunt contract and relax in a kind of sympathetic orgasm. She'd never believed that possible-that she could come while sucking a cock.
When he went soft she crawled back up into his arms and lay quietly. She reached with one hand and held his limp cock lovingly.
She looked across at Linda and saw that the woman had neither moved nor made a sound during the last twenty minutes. Linda had slept through the entire session. Kelly smiled contentedly and drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
During the next few days, Linda, Tom, and Kelly experimented, trying every method known to them to bring about physical pleasure. Kelly was still a bit shy in some instances and in others she was as wanton as Linda.
One afternoon while the two girls were alone in the house, Linda brought out a small bag from one of her overnight cases. From it she took a rather large object from a plastic bag and held it out toward Kelly.
The artificial cock was not like anything Kelly had ever seen before. Her eyes ran over the flesh colored tube, tracing out the mushrooming head that looked firmly soft and spongy. She noticed the detailed moldings of the coronal ridge, the slitted eye, the vein-like ridges running its length. It looked so real to her, so life-like.
Kelly looked at it intently. It was so oversized, but she couldn't help herself when she tried to compare it to Tom's cock. It was so much larger. The thickness of the prick caused a slight shudder inside her and it made her groan with the sensations she felt stirring within her. A shamelessness swept over her that made her reach for and clutch the tube in her hands.
"Ohhh," she cooed.
Linda watched her knowingly. She said, "It's almost the real thing, only better, I think. Here," she continued, talking in her low sexy voice, "turn it over. See, it has a control. You can turn it on and the batteries cause the thing to twist and rotate. Honey, you just can't realize what this fucking thing will do for you."
Kelly flipped the switch and gasped. Her eyes stared in amazement when the tip of the penis began a circular motion. Her fingers felt the vibrating buzz that added further stimulation to the screwing movements.
She watched the rotating motion and remembered how Tom's cock felt inside her, when he was especially hard and horny. She tried to imagine how this thing would feel when it was lodged inside her quaking tunnel, and she groaned aloud with naked lust Linda grinned happily. "You afraid to use it? You can watch me if you want-do you want to watch? Sometimes it's as exciting to watch as it is to be fucked. At least, it was the last time when you and I and Tom made it together. I watched you two and almost came just looking on."
Kelly flushed. She remembered, too. She felt now the excitement and the lust she had felt when she had watched.
Now she just nodded slowly.
Linda took the dildo and moved to the bed, her fingers working at the side of her hip, Humbling. She had the zipper down and her pants gaped open to reveal green panties. She shoved one hand into the open front of her pants, and Kelly watched as Linda's knuckles wriggled. She rubbed her fin fingers up and down her slit and moaned with delight. It was exciting to see her so hot, Kelly thought.
Kelly watched her move to the side of the bed and put the fresh-colored cock on it. Linda reached up and slid her pants from her hips, sliding them down her long legs and off. Her green panties were damp at the crotch, and Kelly could see the dark patch of fur outlined under them. Linda started undoing the buttons of her thin blouse.
"Come on, sweetie," Linda said, excitement in her voice, "don't let me have fun all by myself. You have to help, too." She grinned at the younger girl.
Kelly laughed nervously and went to bed. She couldn't help but suck in her breath as Linda's lithe, beautiful body bared itself before her eyes. It was as if she were seeing her nude for the first time. Linda was so damned exciting to her, and she was always ready for anything.
Linda pulled back the covers of the bed and lay down, fondling the rubber cock in her hands, running her eyes over the length of it.
"God, you're beautiful, Kelly," Linda said softly, gripping the rubber penis.
"I was thinking the same about you," Kelly said, smiling lewdly now.
"If I had your young body to love, and if I were built that way, you know, like a lesbian, I'd go head over heels for you, baby." She smiled. "Come on, get in bed with me and let's play with this thing until we're both limp with love. God, it ought to be good!"
Kelly crawled in beside her and knelt next to her hip, running her eyes over the soft swells and curving hollows. Linda was running the tip of the cock up and down her body, teasing the nose of it between her smooth thighs. Her hips began to roll and twitch, and Kelly watched her labia swell and push apart, begging for penetration.
Kelly reached out for the dildo, and Linda gave it to her. "Yes," Linda gasped, her breath coming fast. "You do me, sweetie. It'll be much more exciting that way."
Kelly took the instrument and flipped on die switch and touched Linda's gaping wet cunt with the vibrating tip.
"Spread my lips and work that beautiful, screwing pink prick into me and make me come hard!" There was a dazed look to Linda's eyes as she said this.
"MMmmmm, okay," Kelly murmured lovingly.
"Ohhhh, Kelly!"
Kelly pressed the tip to Linda and the vibrations shocked through the woman. She stiffened and cried out with delight as goose pimples covered her body. Her breath was coming in short, deep pants.
"Wait!" Linda cried out. "Turn it off for just a minute! Let me get it inside first!" She reached for the teasing object.
"I know what you mean," Kelly said understandingly. She pulled the prick away from Linda's sensitive tissues. "But I'll do it." She pushed Linda's hand away and watched the startled expression on her face.
Kelly pried Linda's labia apart with her fingers again, gazing down into the soft pinkness of her moist meat with curiosity, noting the subtle difference between Linda's pussy and her own. Kelly was letting her gaze travel between Linda's spread thighs, over the grainy lips of her puffy petals, down under her crotch along the swells of her taut buttocks where they joined her thighs. Again she placed the head of the instrument against the moistness.
"I'll be tender," she assured Linda.
Linda moaned and said, "You could use it in my ass, too, couldn't you?"
Kelly nodded.
Linda moaned again.
Now Kelly watched Linda's vagina suck inward at the cock and draw it from her fingers as though eager to swallow it whole.
Linda's own hands roamed over her big tits and her belly and pressed against the backs of Kelly's hand softly, urging her to hurry. Kelly slid the penis into Linda's body, watching it move slickly, watching the tissues part and bunch up around the sticky shaft. Her honey began glistening and it ran down onto Kelly's fingertips. Kelly thrilled at the warm lubricity of it. "This is the way you like it, isn't it?" she asked softly.
Linda moaned her agreement.
"It'll be good," Kelly added.
Linda's thighs slid up and down against Kelly's as she rolled her torso back and forth and inched her vaginal mouth up over the yielding, fleshy staff. "It's so good, so good!" She moaned the words out, grunting and squirming. "I'm getting to be a pig about this, aren't I, Kelly, sweet? You aren't getting anything from it."
"Yes, I am, Linda. I'm getting just as hot watching you. It's so damned exciting."
Linda laughed slightly and groaned at the same time, then reached out for Kelly, running her hands over Kelly's smooth thighs and dabbing her fingers into her pussy. Kelly opened her knees and let Linda's fingers work freely in the tangles of her pubes. It felt better than she'd hoped.
"Oh, now turn it back on!" Linda cried out "God, what a magnificent prick! I'm so hot, so fucking hot!"
"Are you ready, Linda? Really ready?" Kelly asked, her finger poised to flick on the switch.
Linda's eyes widened expectantly. "Yes, I'm ready, honey. Oh, God, Yes, turn that thing on high and let me have it."
Kelly flicked the switch. Linda gasped twice and then let out a ragged sound from her throat. Her eyes stared into Kelly's as if she were in a deep hypnotic trance. She rocked her pelvis up and down and gobbled the cock into her cunt with undulating waves of her vaginal muscles.
Suddenly, Linda was gasping for breath, clutching Kelly to her. Her free hand went between her thighs to keep the cock from slipping out of her satiny tunnel as she squeezed, and then she was crying out with insane sounds of an incredibly powerful orgasm.
"Oh my God! My Godddddd!" she squealed.
Her body rocked fiercely under Kelly's, and Kelly suddenly felt as if she were a man, covering Linda's spasming flesh. The sensation was strange-nearly frightening. But then Kelly remembered that in a short while she would be under Linda in her normal position and would be fucked. There was really nothing wrong with what they were doing and she was glad.
"Ohhhhhh!" Linda cried raggedly. Her eyes went glassy and then closed, and her pelvis suddenly lifted up until her buttocks were off the bed. Her mound shook vibrantly under Kelly's eyes, and Kelly could see the end of the cock jerking back and forth as Linda's vaginal muscles spasmed with release and clutched tightly around the imbedded shaft She screamed out again and again and Kelly was glad no one was around to hear.
Linda started to settle back to the bed, but then she cried out as if she were in deep pain as she came again. She ran her hands up and down her thighs and squeezed her buttocks and breasts in a mad whirl of self-stimulation that left reddening spots on her skin.
"Make it stop!" she gagged, shuddering in the grip of a third and even more powerful orgasm. "Oh, please. Make it stop!"
Kelly reached between die sobbing woman's thighs and had to hold her hand over die pulsing mound in order to get a firm grip on the slippery end thrusting up from the moist tangle of bush. When Kelly finally got a grip on the wet rubber, she pulled gently, feeling Linda's reluctant muscles sucking inward as if to make her ecstatic pleasure go on and on forever.
After a long time, Linda stopped moving and lay still as if in a faint. Kelly's eyes ran over the firm swells of Linda's ass and upper thighs, and Kelly looked at the slippery shaft of hard rubber in her hand, seeing the juices from her body mixed with Linda's. It was an exciting sight in itself.
When Linda finally came around she whispered, "Oh, Kelly, why haven't we done this before now? Come on, darling, he back and let me do you now. I know you must be dying for it. Oh, look at your sweet pussy, my little honey. It's shaking with need. It wants to be filled with this, too. And," she added, "I'm just the one to help you fill it."
Kelly let herself be pressed backward, while Linda covered her body, letting her hands slide along Kelly's inner thighs with gentle touches. Her lips kissed over Kelly's breasts shamelessly, making the nipples protrude rigidly.
"Oh, yes, Linda," Kelly moaned. "I'm ready now! Oh, darling! I'm ready. Do me-fuck me, do whatever you want with me."
Linda smiled gently and kissed Kelly's lips lightly. The electrifying touch of her lips was strangely reminiscent of the feel of Tom's lips the last time he had satisfied Kelly.
"Here it comes, Kelly love," Linda said softly, her low husky voice sensually charged with emotion.
Kelly felt the nose of the fake cock touch her slippery flesh. Her tissues seemed to jump outward eagerly for the penis, and her lips twisted around as if trying to gobble it into her. But Linda foiled the grasping cunt lips by sliding the slitted tip away from the oval entrance and running the wide head up Kelly's cleft to the very top.
"Doesn't it feel wonderful, honey?" Linda asked.
Kelly shivered as her clitoral knob slid into the big eye at the head of the penis. She could feel her own little feminine cock throb and pulse as if attempting to penetrate the rubber head in an erotic reversal of sexual intercourse.
Her buttocks trembled slightly in Linda's hands, and she couldn't stop herself from reaching up to envelop her swollen breasts in her palms. She rolled them back and forth over her chest and plucked at the pulsing nipples, feeling a double thrill come over her. It was a glorious feeling for her and she couldn't keep the shivers of delight down.
"Squeeze them, honey. Pull them-don't be ashamed of anything you want to do to yourself," Linda said gently, persuasively. "You don't have to depend on me to give you every thrill."
Kelly rolled and tossed under Linda's experienced manipulations. Linda's fingers widened the petaled opening, and then Kelly felt the end of the huge artificial cock fitting into the tight hole like a gigantic plug.
The touch was so wonderful. She knew why Linda excited her so at this minute. It was the combination of Linda and the artificial phallus.
The cock widened her vaginal mouth and slid inside her body as if punctuating the point she had just made. Open and accepting-accepting and giving. It would be the only way. She had to learn to enjoy each experience, without any inhibitions.
As if she were a student who suddenly sees the end and the meaning of a course of study, she opened her mouth wide and sang out a long, deep, vibrant moan of complete submission. Her hips rocked up, and her hot vagina opened fully, ready.
The slick shaft slid freely home and pierced deeply into her under Linda's skilled guidance.
"Oh, yessss!" she cried freely. "Yes, Linda, fuck me! I need it so much and you know what to do to make it feel so great!"
"I know how you feel. I know, darling. I know you want it badly," Linda whispered urgently as if understanding all that had been churning around through Kelly's mind. Linda asked, "Do you want me to turn it on now, my sweet little hot sexpot?"
"Yes ... I ... oh, wait!"
A dull kind of pain came burning through the gloriously happy sensations filling her. The cock was far back into her body, the head bumping against tender tissues that had been made sore by the constant titillation. Kelly could suddenly feel her whole tunnel undulating. Her face twisted slightly, and she let out a whimper, crying for more of it, yet crying because it was an entirely new feeling for her.
"What's the matter, honey?" Linda asked quickly, alarm showing in her voice.
"I'm too sore!" Kelly cried. "Oh, Linda, what am I going to do?" she groaned. "I have to come! I'm too wound up to stop now!" She sat up and gripped Linda's soft shoulders with both hands. There were tears in her eyes as she pleaded. "Linda, I have to come!"
Linda smiled slowly. "Sweetie, that's not a big problem," she said, her eyes tender and warm and understanding. "Are you really ready now-truly ready? For anything?"
"Yes ... I think so, but...." Kelly stammered, watching Linda, wondering what she was going to do.
Linda pulled Kelly's body to the edge of the bed and reached for the cock still embedded in Kelly's cunt. The penis slid from her quaking vagina, burning slightly as its big head rippled over the tissues inside her. She didn't ask what Linda was going to do-she knew.
Linda's hands gripped the undersides of Kelly's thighs and lifted them up. Kelly followed her motion and rolled her hips until her legs were high in the air and her weight was on the base of her spine.
Linda guided Kelly's legs over her shoulders, the backs of the knees hooking on them.
"Ohhhh," Kelly moaned in anticipation of what she knew was coming.
"It's going to be good, sweetie," Linda assured her.
Now Linda's tongue and lips nipped and slid over Kelly's oiled cunt in a way that was beyond description, beyond anything Kelly could imagine.
She almost screamed out with the pleasure of the moment Linda's tongue dug into her.
There was no possible way for Kelly to stop her body's responses. Linda's warm mouth covered the clear-flowing spring and drank the fluids, and then her hands kneaded the taut buttocks that were quivering with passion.
Kelly's mind shot upward to delirious heights as the vibrations rocketed up her spine and shook her brain nearly senseless. The steady probing of the hot tongue churned her flesh into a seething cauldron of pleasure.
Now even Linda was moaning, her tongue darting like a snake around the young girl's pussy.
At last Kelly felt the gigantic orgasm searing through her. She screamed aloud just as Linda buried face in her young cunt and muffled a scream as she, too, reached a climax.
It was the most beautiful thing that had happened to Kelly. She sighed deeply.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning Linda and her husband, stayed in bed long after the others had gotten up. Brad announced, "Linda, I'm going back in town today. You finding enough to do to keep busy?" Linda grinned and grabbed at his cock. "Yeah, I'm getting enough. I mean I'm not bored."
Brad looked at her curiously. He never knew when she was teasing or when she was serious. Oh hell, he decided, as long as she's out of my hair I could care less.
She continued to fondle his cock. Brad was really in no mood for a fucking-not after yesterday. He got a cigarette from the night stand and put a match to it. He blew a long stream of smoke from his lips and his thoughts centered again around Linda. What had happened to them in three short years? It had always been this cat and mouse routine; they used to share their secrets, their deepest inner feelings. Now nothing was shared. He felt strangely edgy around her, as if he had never really known her at all.
He remembered the day he first saw her-three years ago. He hadn't been in San Francisco very long and he had begun working at one of the city's chain of Blanding Service Stations. He had left Boondale as soon as he had gotten back from the service as he could. He couldn't stomach the town anymore. The job with Blanding seemed to be the answer. Shortly afterward, he managed to get on the Blanding baseball team in the semi-pro Bay Conference, which not only gave him the opportunity to keep in shape but also gave him a lot of time to play ball.
Linda had come to the Sunday afternoon game with her father, Avery Blanding, founder and president of the Blanding Oil Corporation, which sponsored the team. After the game-which the team had won on Brad's ninth-inning double-the old man brought her down to the dugout and introduced her to the players.
Brad's first impression of Linda Blanding was that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even at age seventeen. The long, black hair and the dark piercing eyes stirred something inside him. When she looked at him he caught a flash of a smile from the soft, red lips and for the first time in his memory, he felt unsure of himself.
Avery, a short, distinguished man, whose unruly white hair gave him the appearance of a man much older than his fifty-seven years, personally commended Brad along with several of the other players and remarked, "If you fellows keep this up, you'll even make a baseball fan out of my little Belinda."
The next night Blanding's private box was empty until the fifth inning when Linda arrived unescorted and stayed until the last out, although the Blanding "Oilers" were beaten by three runs.
Then, as Brad ran across the field to the locker room, he impulsively waved to her with his cap and heard her call something to him that he could not understand. He understood a little better, however, when he left the dressing room with two teammates and saw her seated behind the wheel of the white Imperial convertible near the players' entrance.
"Hey there, Down," she called. "Come on over here."
Brad looked at his companions, who only grinned. "Go ahead, Tiger," one of them said. "Don't let us get in the way."
The other slapped him on the shoulder and cracked, "Just watch yourself, though. You're playing in the big leagues now."
Brad waved to them and approached the car. She leaned across the seat and threw the door open for him. It was far too cold for the open convertible, but she appeared quite comfortable in a sleeveless sweater that hugged her lithe young body.
"Hi there," she said as he slid into the front seat beside her. "You looked like you could use a little consolation tonight. Come on, I'll buy you a drink."
"Isn't this reversing the procedure a little?" Brad grinned.
She flashed an inviting smile that was gone all too quickly. "I never did get around to reading Emily Post," she answered. "Besides, you can't make a hell of a lot if you work for my father, even by playing baseball on the side."
He laughed. "I can't argue that point with you, Miss Blanding ... or is it Belinda?"
"God no," she snapped. "Linda please. I hate that damned name Belinda, and my father won't call me anything else. So I'll serve notice right now, if you want to get on the right side of me, don't let me hear you calling me Belinda."
"Suits me. Linda it is." He moved closer to her on the seat.
Without warning the car jumped forward and he was thrown back against the door. Protesting rubber screamed against asphalt as she spun the wheel around and pounced on the accelerator with her foot. When he righted himself, he glanced at the speedometer and realized with a shudder that she had negotiated the turn from the parking lot onto the main highway at fifty miles an hour.
He looked over at Linda and saw that her left hand was resting casually on the wheel, her arm propped on the window, while she fished for a cigarette with her right hand. "My God," he gasped. "Where did you learn to drive like that?"
"In Paris," she said simply. "At the Grand Prix, that is. Watching, not really driving. You have to have a special license and everything to drive, and I wasn't old enough then. But I went out with one of the contestants afterward, an Italian fellow, and he took me around the race route. All the way up to a hundred and fifty."
Brad studied her silently. God, but she was gorgeous. Her long hair fluttered violently in the wind, forcing her skirt above her knees and exposing fleshy, well-tanned legs. He had often blanched at the word "exquisite" in conversation, but now he found himself mentally applying the term to this strange and beautiful creature with the piercing dark eyes. She was unlike any other girl he had ever known.
"Well," she said flatly, her eyes not leaving the road, "do I meet with your approval?"
She certainly did. There was something about this girl that fascinated him as well as gave him a hard-on. She was worth millions, this he knew, but she acted and talked like some of the wilder girls he had known back home. And ... my god, she was doing over a hundred; one wrong move with that wheel and they would be scattered all over the road for the next two miles. But he couldn't ask her to slow down.
Finally, Linda brought the car to a halt outside a road house several miles from the city. He wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. His arms were still folded tightly against his chest to control his shivering, half from the cold and half from pure fright.
"You didn't answer my question," she said emotionlessly.
"What ... what question?" he stammered.
"Do I meet with your approval?"
He smiled and unfolded his arms, feeling more at ease now. "Let's put it this way, you're the sharpest race driver I've ever ridden with."
"I'll accept that," she said, opening her door. "Come on, let's get that drink."
Later, back at her place, Linda invited him in. "Father is away for the night and the housekeeper is a sound sleeper," Linda explained when Brad seemed cautious about coming in.
They sat on the couch and it was Linda who made the first move. She leaned over, pressing her tits against his arms, and kissed him. She let her tongue slip between his lips and into the warmness of his mouth. Brad took her in his arms and held her while he returned the kiss. Linda's fingers slid gently across his muscular leg and onto his thick hard cock. She massaged it gently, squeezing it lightly, taking the measure.
"That, my friend, is one enormous prick," she said in a whisper.
Brad was shocked. He would never have expected it from her. Somehow he had been in awe of her. He had her down as a spoiled daughter of a rich man but he was still shocked.
"I mean, darling," she continued, "it's a shame to leave a big hard cock like that all trapped inside. Don't you think?" She was fumbling with his zipper, driving it down, opening his fly. Her fingers searched inside, found the slit in his jockey shorts, and drew out his hot prick. In a second, she was jerking him lightly, concentrating her fingers on the underside of his cock, playing with his cock head and giving him an expert hand job.
Brad groaned. Oh man, that felt good. This girl really knew what she was doing. She could jerk him better than he could jerk himself. He knew if she kept this up, he'd be coming all over her couch.
"Like that, huh, baseball player?"
"Um ... humm."
"Well, then, let Linda show you something even better." She leaned forward, letting her head descend slowly, and touched the head of his prick with her tongue. She made tiny darting motions, concentrating on the tiny hole at the tip. Slowly, easily, she slid her body around so that she was kneeling on the thick carpet, caught between his legs, her head rhythmically moving up and down his bursting prick.
CHAPTER ONE
It was too much. There was something about having this really rich broad suck him off in her elegant living room, kneeling down there in front of him while he lay back on her long, white couch, that got to Brad. In a minute, he was shooting his hot load into her, driving his cock against the back of her throat and spraying her mouth with his come. He couldn't hold it any longer. It was the fastest he had ever come in his life.
"I ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come that fast. You were just so goddamn exciting." He was looking down at the top of her head. She still had her mouth on his cock.
Linda freed herself, looking up at him with moist eyes. "Don't worry about it, love. There will be plenty more, I'm sure. You know, that's the biggest cock I've ever seen. You're absolutely enormous."
Brad smiled and blushed. He really couldn't get it through his head that this rich girl talked the way she did. He found it really exciting. Oh, he had been around girls who like to suck before, but they were usually shy about it. He had worked them up and then got them to go down on him. But it was nothing like this. This girl had actually seduced him. It was going to be a wonderful night, he decided.
"Why don't we go into the bedroom? There's really no reason we have to make love here in the living room." She smiled up at him. The phrase "make love" sounded strange after the words she had been using.
"You mean you want to go in the bedroom and fuck?" Brad thought he'd try a word, too. It excited him to say it in front of her.
"That's right, lover. Fuck. I want to go into the bedroom and fuck." she smiled again.
Her words turned him on. He could feel his cock beginning to get hard again. He had never really been with a rich broad before. The girls back in Boondale were okay, but this chick was something else. She was from another world.
Linda let her hand stray up to his stiffening prick, squeezing it gently, watching intently as the huge spongy meat sprang to life again.
"I want to lick you all over, lover. I want to run my tongue over your beautiful body. I want to suck you again." Linda kept her voice low and sexy.
Man, Brad loved hearing her talk like a whore. He couldn't help but be puzzled, too. He knew she had been around, but this? She was too young. Still, he couldn't help himself. It did turn him on.
"Okay, baby. Let's go." He stood up, not attempting to put his cock back in his pants, and headed for the bedroom right behind her. He was stripped down in seconds. He stood there, completely naked, his huge cock standing out straight and stiff, his heavy balls swinging freely.
Linda was unbuttoning her dress, her eyes taking in all of Brad's muscular body. "You are ... simply gorgeous," she said breathlessly.
"Want some help?" Brad's eyes were riveted to her tits. They were really sensational. He had never seen a body so beautiful and well-developed.
"Won't take a second, lover." Linda zipped down the side of her dress and shrugged it off her shoulders to the floor. Brad's eyes dropped. He could see the dark thatch of hair at her crotch through the thin panties she was wearing. In another second she was facing him, standing there nude.
He took her all in; the beautiful coral-brown nipples on her firm upturned breasts; the flat, youthful belly; the inviting cunt. Yeah. This was some piece of ass.
"The bed's right this way." Linda indicated the enormous queen-size bed with its heavy satin spread. She took him by the arm and escorted him over to it. With an easy motion, she stretched herself out on the bed, her body framed with all that pale-pink satin. Reaching her hands up, she pulled the big baseball player down on top of her, pinning herself under him.
"Want me to suck you some more? I really like that, you know." Her voice was low and husky.
"I like it, too." He brought his lips close to hers and was now plunging them downward, ramming them against her, forcing her to open her mouth and admit his hot tongue. Her arms went around his huge body, her hands reaching down to the cheeks of his ass. She stroked his small tight ass, feeling the hardness of his cheeks.
Brad was ramming his tongue into her mouth, trying to get it down her throat. If this girl wanted some real sex, she was going to get it. She had asked for it. He moved his body upward slightly and brought his hands to her tits. They had to be the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. Linda began to slide her body downward, forcing him upward. It was clear that she was going for his cock again. She had her tongue out, licking and wetting him, sucking and biting at his tits, running it over his chest and belly. His cock was bursting again. Christ! He didn't want to come so fast this time. He really wanted to fuck her.
"Just suck it enough to get it wet I want to fuck you. Your blow jobs are too goddamn good."
Linda didn't answer him. She just kept working her head lower and lower, moving down to his crotch. In minutes, her hot lips were back on the head of his cock. Brad sucked in a deep breath, a sort of deep sigh. He moaned. This girl really knew what to do with her mouth. She was sending a million sensations up and down the length of his throbbing prick. In a matter of minutes she had her hot lips around his cock again. He started to protest but the pleasure of the moment prevented him from doing so. Just as he started to come he tried ,to pull away, to get his aching prick into her cunt, but it was too late. He cursed loudly as he shot his load-for the second time-into her hungry mouth. When the last scalding drops had shot out, he lay exhausted.
"You're going to have to wait, baby," he said in a way of apology. "I can't get it up again for a white."
"I don't mind," she replied, crawling back up and snuggling into his muscled arms.
When he woke it was almost daylight and Linda was whispering for him to dress. "As naughty as I am I don't want the housekeeper to find you in my bed," she explained. Brad dressed and she let him out the door.
The more Brad saw of Linda Blanding-and he saw a good bit of her during the next few months-the less he felt he actually knew her. Sometimes, as on the first night, she acted wild and reckless; but on other occasions she displayed a coolness which he could not penetrate, and this bothered him. It was as if she purposely hid behind a constantly changing facade, challenging him to discover her true personality, the real Linda Blanding.
Possibly, he told himself,, it was this same mysterious quality which attracted him to her. It was more than the mere fact that she was rich and beautiful. Sure, she had money, but that was besides the point. She was an individual, not like some girls he had known who had never had an original thought in their heads.
Every time he went out with Linda, he learned something new about her, although after the first night she seemed cold and coy. And they had never had the chance to go to bed again. Her father was always home. Brad had suggested a motel but she turned it down. He knew she desired him and wanted his cock but the opportunity had never arisen. She was indeed a mysterious girl. Every time he went out with her it was like opening up a new facet of her many-sided personality. On one date she prefaced what Brad could see was going to be another of her weird moods by saying coyly, "Honey, I've go a confession to make."
"What's that?" he asked.
"I'm not even quite eighteen yet. I just got out of school this year. Do you hate me for that?"
Brad began to laugh. "Well, now that that's out, I've got one for you," he said. "When you told me you were twenty-one, I jacked my own age up five years. I'm only twenty myself."
She nodded, not looking at him. "I know," she said. "I had Daddy do some research on you." Later, too much later, Brad discovered that she told him other "white lies" during their early days together, little things that had seemed insignificant then, but when taken as a group, summed up the hidden personality he had always tried to find.
One day early that August they sat under the sun in her convertible on the summit of a hill looking out over the bay. She was silent for a long while-too long, he thought Then she turned toward him. Her eyes reflected a sadness he had never seen before.
"We won't have many more days like this, Brad," she said, toying with the steering wheel.
A sharp pain inside made him shiver involuntarily. "Why not?" he asked uneasily.
"I'll be going away in a couple weeks. Daddy's sending me to school, and I won't be able to come home again till Christmas."
Christmas? What would happen to this girl by Christmas? Would she remember his name by that time? Hell no. He had one summer with her, and at that he was probably luckier than most She had gone to bed with him the one time and then he only got a blow job. He had never been able to get into her pants. She always found some kind of excuse to keep him out.
"You never mentioned it before," he said hesitantly. "Why not?"
She shrugged her shoulders and turned her face from him. "I kept thinking I could get out of it. I thought if I kept after Daddy long enough he would change his mind and let me stay out here, even go to school here if I had to. I don't want to go, Brad. I hated high school with a passion, But, damn it, he thinks it's expected of me." She began to sob. "He doesn't give a damn what I want. I told him college for girls is the shits."
Brad gritted his teeth to keep from laughing right in her tear-stained face. One thing he still hadn't accustomed himself to about Linda was her occasional habit of dropping four-letter words into the most refined conversation. This particular expression had embarrassed him more than any other, but he still became amused by the reactions of strangers when she let loose with one of her pet words. Damn, how he liked this girl. But she would be gone in two weeks and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
"But that's the way the old cookie crumbles, lover," she said, returning to form. "He's my father and he can send me anywhere he damned well pleases, I guess. He's been doing it all his life and he'll probably keep right on doing it until I reach twenty-one."
"Linda ... I...."
"What, Brad? What were you going to say?"
He sucked in his breath. "He ... he can't very well send you any place if you're married, can he?"
She looked at him, her dark eyes riveted to his. "Is that a proposal, lover?" she asked.
"What does it sound like?" He was surprised at the firmness of his own voice.
"You're serious, aren't you? You're really serious. You'd marry me just to keep me out of college."
"College, hell," he shouted. "I'd marry you because I love you. You ought to know that by this time."
She shook her head. "Why should I? This is the first time you ever said it. Besides, how do you know I love you?"
"I don't. But I'll find out when you answer me, won't I?"
She smiled and pressed her hand against his cheek. "My big strong athlete. Always has the right answer for everything doesn't he? Well, don't start counting Daddy's money just yet, because I haven't accepted yet."
Her words snapped something inside his brain. Instantly his hand lashed across her face, a sharp stinging blow that wrenched her head around and into the back of the seat cushion. She stayed that way for the next few seconds, her face buried in her arms and her body shaking with convulsive sobs. He reached for her, then thought better of it and pulled his hand away.
"That's what I think of your father's money and that's what I think of you for thinking something like that," he said, his voice shaking. "Goodbye, Miss Rich Bitch. It was nice knowing you." He opened the car door.
She lifted her head and grabbed his arm before he could leave, then threw herself into his arms, holding her face tightly against his. "Oh, Brad. I'll marry you," she sobbed into his ear. "I just had to be sure, that's all. Please forgive me. I'll never do anything like that again."
His arms tightened around her and he kissed her hard and long on the back of the neck. "I'm sorry too, honey. It won't happen again, I promise."
Brad's mind returned to the present, when Linda knelt over him and put the length of his hard cock into her mouth. He watched her dark head bobbing up and down and he thought back to yesterday and to Ellen-the girl he had gone with before leaving for San Francisco, three years ago.
Instead of staying in town, he had driven by her farm yesterday. He knew everyone was gone and they would have a few hours together. Ellen had been his true love. After he had arrived at her house, they kissed, then undressed and crawled into bed. It was as if there had been no separation. They came together the way they always had, his cock hard against her. His hands traced a delicate pattern on her naked flesh as they enjoyed each other's warmth. There was a sadness hanging in the background. It was thrust aside temporarily, but still there. Ellen sat up after a while and bent her head to his cock, kissing it and holding it at the base, her hands squeezing his balls. He stiffened. She had never done that before. It felt painfully wonderful. Her mouth was hot and moist, her lips sucking at his cock head. He moaned and thrust his hips upward, trying not to allow himself to wonder where she had learned to suck cock. He could feel the tiny taste buds on her tongue as his cock slid in deeper. He wanted to howl with pleasure but he didn't, aware of the neighbors and their wagging tongues. Suddenly she let it slip out all the way and he was disappointed. He didn't want to go off in her mouth because she had never done that to him before. He wasn't sure she wanted him to. But his cock felt lost and naked out there all by itself, sticking up like a flagpole. He looked at her as she moved quickly to a new position. Her dark eyes were bright with something he kept telling himself was not tears. Her light-blonde hair spilled down around her creamy shoulders as she put her knees under his legs, bending her body down toward his loins. Reaching, he grabbed her breasts. Now she ran her tongue around his purple cock head, making little circular motions while her hands pumped up and down on it, taking every inch in her mouth, letting it slip beyond her tongue, down to her tonsils.
"Ahhh, Christ!" he murmured and squeezed her erect nipples. Now her hands were again at his balls, squeezing them together in that gentle motion. In and out of her mouth his cock went, down into the grasping muscles of her throat. The top of her head was all he could see and her hair lay in folds, golden on his belly. Now and then she would raise her head up far enough so he could see her forehead, eyebrows and eyes. Her eyes were closed. She was concentrating on what she was doing. She was carried away with it so far that she was out of herself. He could feel her ass moving back and forth in a humping motion under his legs. He managed to reach down and touch her slit. Her clit was slick and heavy. When he began to rotate it with his fingers he felt it get hotter ... wetter. She rubbed against the palm of his hand and sucked harder. Her breasts ground against his belly now and then as she came all the way down with her Ups on his cock.
He knew if she kept that up much longer he would come. "Stop, Ellen. Stop!"
She shook her head, holding his cock in her mouth. Then she came down on his raging prick again, taking it in all the way, burying her face in his pubic hair. He couldn't stand it. He was going to go off in her mouth. He could feel the sperm wanting to jet out and the desire to let it go was almost stronger than his desire to control the situation. He had been that route before, with Linda. Some girls liked it and some didn't. Some got carried away and sucked it right out, then got madder than hell afterward. He didn't want to leave her with a bad taste in her mouth. It was too important to him. He managed to pull his cock out of her mouth and get her back down on the bed at his side. "Let me," she whispered. "I want to."
He made a motion as if he would get down at her cunt, but she said, "No!" Her voice was sharp. "I don't like that." A wave of jealousy surged through his mind for a second when he wondered how the hell she knew she didn't like it. It angered him to think of someone else eating her sweet pussy. But he was not going to come in her mouth.
Roughly, he dragged her halfway off the bed. Holding her ass in his hands, he stood on the floor and spread her legs. Then he rammed his cock into her pussy, grinding it deeply to the point of no return. His balls were hard and firm against her bottom. She allowed him to raise her legs up so her feet rested on his shoulders. He was glad he had taken her mouth off his cock when he had. Her inner muscles clutched at his prick, pulling it ever deeper. She moved like a corkscrew when he took it almost all the way out, stroking long and easy the way he knew she liked it. He knew she liked to fuck the way he was doing it better than any other way. He could feel the churning bubbling juice in her and felt her body tremble violently as she convulsed into climax. Gratefully, he allowed his heavy load to go free. He fell onto her as he continued to support her body, feeling the fury of the orgasm as it rocketed through his body.
There was dewy freshness to her skin as he remained where he was, drinking all of her in for the last time. He wanted to stay there inside her forever, feeling her heartbeat as it slowed down to normal, the rise and fall of her chest as she sucked in air. "Ellen, I love you," he said. And he meant it. He knew he meant it. He wished to God there was a better way to tell her how much she meant to him. He held her close and kissed her moist lips, forcing his tongue between them, probing into the moistness of her mouth.
Ellen moved his hand to her breast while she put her own on his hardening cock. Her skin was smooth and cool to his touch. But now it was warming. She wanted more, more fucking, more loving. Her nipple grew erect under his fingers and she moved her bush close to his cock. He kissed her again, probing the inside of her mouth with his tongue, flipping it against her lips and running it across her teeth. Again she moaned, lost in the limbo of her need. The pumping motion on his cock grew more urgent. He took his mouth from hers and rained kisses on her breasts. Then he nursed them sweetly, taking pleasure in the response of her body. It seemed to Brad that she was so attuned to him that she became a part of him at times. Her flesh moved with his and when he touched her he couldn't be positive that he was not touching his own body. It had never been like this with Linda.
Ellen moved onto her back, spreading her legs. He knew she wanted him to open her cunt lips, to part that amazing pussy and start the joy juice perking. She was all woman, his woman. Her clitoris was making that little pulsating movement and he quickly brought it to full vibration. She moved her pelvis upward to meet his fingers, demanding that he slip a finger in her pussy. The response was immediate. He felt a gush of wetness and the action of her hand on his cock grew more insistent. He wanted to bring her back to the point of quivering need, and although he was aware that he could take her again now, he didn't. Instead, he kept up the fingering and added to her heat by sucking her breasts harder. The nipples were long and slender in his mouth. His teeth nibbled slightly and she cried out, but not in protest. Now the heat was coming from her body in waves and she was begging him wordlessly. But still, he made her wait, knowing it could last longer if he took his time. She was breathing hard, her breath a hot breeze against his neck when he finally mounted her. Her legs wrapped around his thighs and he could feel her cunt, waiting anxiously for his hard cock. Again he hesitated, wanting her to say something.
"Oh, now," she finally panted. "Don't make me wait any longer."
Gently, he took the pillow from beneath her head and put it under her, feeling the quick up ward thrust of her buttocks. He liked to have her ass higher than the rest of her and he knew she liked it that way too.
Already the juices were running inside her as his throbbing cock thrust in deeply. Her cunt pulled at him, dragging him deeper and deeper inside of her. His hands worked at her breasts, twisting the nipples. He plunged in and out of her, bringing her to climax before he got his. It gave him a heady sense of power to bring her to orgasm two or three times before he reached his. Under him, her ass twisted and thumped, the juice that had rolled out from her first climax drying quickly because of her intense heat. Now there was nothing but the wild urgency of his body, the great seething, churning gathering of his forces. With a part of his mind he was aware of her coming. But he knew her too well to think she was finished. She was a strong healthy woman. She could last another round as soon as she had gotten her breath, which was what she did right then. And when she began to meet him, thrust for thrust, taking him in and twisting him around. His strokes grew longer, harder. The juice throbbing in his balls was readying itself for the final thrust. He shot up into her, feeling the come burst from the end of his prick. Then he remained where he was, buried in her to the root. He closed his eyes and thrilled at the heavenly sensation as volley after volley streamed into her sucking cunt.
Brad's head rested between her breasts. Her arms were a delicious heaviness around him. She had relaxed the grip on his thighs and back, even though her feet and ankles were still loosely locked around him.
"I love you, Brad," Ellen murmured when he took it out of her. And for the first time in months he felt completely relaxed. This was the medicine he needed. This was why he had come back to Boondale. Then the two of them dozed.
Brad's mind snapped back to the present. Yes, Brad guessed, he loved Ellen. He watched absentmindedly as Linda's head bobbed up and down on his cock. He mashed out his cigarette and then reached down and pulled her head up by the hair. "I don't want anything morning. No sex. None at all! Hear me?"
Linda's face was contorted and her eyes were glazed over. "Why? Why?" she almost screamed at him. "I'm so fucking hot I could burst. I got to have' some."
"Not with me." He got out of bed, dressed and went downstairs. In a few minutes Linda heard the car start up and spit gravel as it sped out of the driveway.
"Pill! What's with that stuck-up bastard?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"God damn, Brand," she said aloud after he left. She jumped from the bed, ran into the bathroom, stripped her nightgown from her body and jumped into the cold shower until her teeth were chattering and her skin was peppered with goose bumps.
Only then did she feel safe in coming out to try to think this thing through rationally.
She had to figure out what was wrong with Brad. Not that she really cared, but, well, she guessed she did care a little. Hell, yes. She did care. She cared a lot.
When Linda had toweled herself dry she walked into the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror again. She surveyed herself as if taking a first look at a woman. She had been acting like a spoiled child for so long and she was well aware of it. Again she looked at her reflection as if taking a last look at a little girl. She was growing up, finally. After three years of marriage she was growing up.
She watched her breasts swell and her nipples surge forward readily, then she cupped her tits in her palms and groaned with lust, making them swell outward toward the mirror. As soon as the sound had escaped her lips, she looked around to see if anyone had come into the room. A nervous response, she decided. God! Even the cold shower hadn't cooled the fires burning inside her. Her hips began revolving, and her legs parted. Her thick bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops of moisture formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls, loading her mat like a paintbrush dipped in molten gold.
From the open door behind her, her brother-in-law, Tom walked in. He stopped when he saw her standing nude in front of the mirror. He said, "Sorry to bust in, but I saw Brad leaving in a rush and I thought, well ... uh." He couldn't finish. Walking toward her he put his arms out, but stopped when he almost touched her. He dropped his arms and stood silent.
Linda thrust her pelvis forward and saw her pink cunt lips puff and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. She could feel the ripples of need undulating along its length, making it stretch and grow soft and slippery and warm inside, readying itself for something. Linda knew Tom would be available whenever she wanted, but now she ignored him, hypnotized by what she was seeing in the mirror.
Her ass cheeks trembled fleshily as her bottom rocked and screwed back and forth, and she could see the flush of health and desire that crept all over her skin.
Tom dropped to his knees and began kissing her buttocks. Linda watched him in the mirror. She started to move away, but decided against it.
She bent over slightly as if to examine her breasts more closely. She felt the tip of Tom's tongue move around the sensitive area of her thighs and crotch, feeling the touches of the soft hot tongue press against her flesh, causing her to shiver.
She squatted slightly, bending her knees so that her inner thighs tinned outward receptively for the warm tongue.
Now Tom flicked it out and ran it up the hollow of her groin and brought more shivers to her skin where he touched. Now he moved around in front of her and licked his tongue through the damp pubes and leaving a streak of slippery moisture that glistened under the light.
Linda closed her eyes and acted as though nothing was happening, except in her own imagination.
Tom licked her belly button as if trying to penetrate her there and then passed on, up to the hollow between her breasts. When the tongue was licking at the space between her breasts, she moaned and squeezed her tits together firmly, delighting in the feel of the hunk of warm tongue her tits were wrapped around.
Tingles ran all through her chest and made her nipples swell to the bursting point with the wild passion building inside her. She could nearly feel the scalding release of cream inside her.
Her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her puffy labia were spread wide, like slitted petals of a bruised flower. She watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as Tom continued to lick downward. He reached her belly again and moved toward her crotch, the tongue parting her pubes on its silky path. She felt it move along the downward-pointing root of her clit and then out to the throbbing tip. Jolts of electric shock fired through her .pelvis and made her buttocks tremble. Her throat opened wide to let out a groan of passion, and her pelvis bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately needed.
Eagerly, she bent her legs more and widened the gap at her crotch and saw the round orifice, dark and silky as a mine shaft of gold ore. The tip of Tom's tongue slid along the slippery folds of inner lips and paused at the entrance.
She gasped in quick breaths of air as if working up the courage to go ahead and let the tongue fill her body with its fire.
She watched it all in the mirror. The effect was devastating to her desire. The long tongue slid tightly past the opening of her cunt and caused moisture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punctured the swollen flesh of a ripe fruit and caused it to squirt obscenely.
Then the sucking motion began again, and she could feel the tongue jerking and lapping as her pussy eagerly swallowed the small offering it had received and was begging for more.
Tom pushed farther and the wide tongue popped inside her. Her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs as her body accommodated the long tongue. She groaned and rocked back and forth and feared she would have to prop her buttocks on something to keep from falling over.
The tongue slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of delight. She could see her abdomen bloating as she swallowed the heavy length of the thick tongue and hungered for more.
She tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that tongue all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and come.
At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come before it was time for her to.
She felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at the moment. Yet she knew that this was only the beginning. Now she had a man's tongue inside her cunt. Soon she would feel his long cock probing her depths. She shivered uncontrollably in anticipation.
She moved over toward the bed and sat on the floor. Drawing her knees up she spread them widely and put her hands at her crotch. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She could see if clearly in the mirror, because Tom was now lying on his stomach and licking away at it from the side. The sight thrilled her, and she suddenly wanted Tom's cock inside her.
Patting her pussy, Linda called out, "Tom! Tom! Fuck me now."
Tom got to his feet and followed her to the other side of the bed, where the view from the mirror was better.
Linda lay face down on the bed, her ass on the edge of it, and her knees on the floor.
Tom was on her instantly, clutching at the roundness of her ass in order to hold on. Linda could feel his stabbing cock striking the flesh of her ass. God, his penis was hard! It hit her with all the force of a hammer, actually causing a degree of pain when it repeatedly struck her flesh. No matter, she figured, she wanted that stabbing prick inside her, so she enjoyed it in a perverse way. God, she wanted it inside her!
She waited with her breath held in for him to strike the correct spot. He did so almost immediately, wildly, frantically plunging his great cock up her ass instead of her cunt, and doing it so roughly that she nearly passed out from the hellish pain of it. It was indescribable, and frightening. Tom was like a wild man! Her heart pounded wildly and she knew she was experiencing the greatest thrill of her lifetime, and perhaps, the greatest she would ever know.
"Oh, my God, Tom!" Linda moaned as Tom pumped his long, wet prick into her ass hole. "Oh, my God ... my ... God!" She was almost crying. She stopped moaning words and merely groaned for a time. He was hurting her terribly now but she was having mixed feelings about the pain. It was both horrible and wonderful.
Soon, however, the horrible part ceased to be, and she knew only the wonderful feeling. Her breathing was fast now and when she realized this she also noted that Tom's breathing was rapid and agonized. His arms were around her waist, hugging her with a ferociousness that bespoke sexual intensity she would not have formerly believed possible in any living thing. Tom's cock, seeming to grow longer and bigger by the moment, was thrusting into her so far she could actually feel the force of the thump as it struck dead end. This didn't frighten her-it merely served to make her more passionate, if that were possible. She was already so hot she could scarcely breathe. Each time his cock stabbed into her, it caused her to have sudden moments of sweet weakness, losing all track of time.
"Oh ... my God!" she moaned over and over again. "So good ... so ... good!"
Tom was making a sound in his throat now that was no unlike a whine of pain and anguish. Linda wondered briefly if this act were hurting him, too, and decided it probably was, in one way or another.
His sperm squirted out into her suddenly and she became almost unbelievably weak from the excitement of receiving Tom's hot come in her ass.
"Oh, fuck me, Tom ... fuck ... me!" she muttered, her voice sounding as if it were coming from a far-off place. "Oh, Jesus ... that's so good!"
Linda spread her legs farther apart, and Tom recognized this as an opportunity to go deeper into her ass hole, and promptly did so, causing her to cry out half in pain and half in ecstasy. Tom's cock felt at least ten inches long, with the middle, part more than three inches in diameter. However, it wasn't just the magnificent size of his cock that felt so wonderful-it was the ruthless, quick, darting, savagely stabbing way he used it. Tom obviously needed a fuck too, and he was getting it.
Linda suddenly had an orgasm that left her so weak she nearly fell to the floor but, with an effort of will, she held herself up on the bed by digging her hands into the bedspread. The cock was deep inside her ass, going around and around in driving movements, causing the flesh of it to bulge outward against the walls of her pussy as the head of it pounded against the insides of her rectum. The vibrations inside came at a maddening rate and made her flesh shake as if everything solid were being tom loose and turned to quivering jelly against all rules of reason.
Her ass lifted and made her cunt quake wantonly below Tom's cock. She clutched at the bed and screamed hoarsely as shock after shock tossed her being from peak to higher peak and plunged her into deepest valleys, only to lift her up again to further soaring heights.
But as one shock after another screwed through her, she knew she was smiling with pure happiness, utter joy, and that her throaty screams had become a song, telling the world that she was alive and happy.
Everything started graying out, and she knew she'd about reached her limit for now. But she wasn't ready to stop. She couldn't control her spasming flesh. She knew her cunt was flowing freely with pure, clear juices.
Tom was moving with such great speed, his hind end whipping her butt so fiercely that a new kind of pain began. Her flesh and muscles were hurting. Tom was clinging to her hips with his arms as if he feared she might fly out from under him. He scratched at her belly with his fingernails, but she didn't mind this, in fact she barely noticed it, for just as it happened she hit her peak again quickly, wildly, wonderfully, as she was swept by another and far greater orgasm. This one left her so physically weak she started graying out again. Then the grayness lifted and was replaced by a warm golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper, her head going gently around in swooning circles as she came down and down, like a circling bird seeking a perch on which to light.
Time had no meaning. There was no time. There was only total satisfaction and the glorious pleasure of uninhibited release. She knew it was good, but her mind couldn't form words to express what she could only feel.
She started sliding backward off the bed. When she was on the floor, her knees were still holding her ass in the air, so her collapse did not affect Tom's fucking movements. He dropped to his knees and kept on, continuing to swell inside her to the point where she thought he would never stop. Then suddenly he released a full stream of come into her ass hole. It came out as a thin stream for the first seconds but quickly thickened and increased in size and volume. Linda thought afterwards that it had felt somewhat like having a hot-shower faucet shoved up her ass and turned on full force.
And then it was over.
Linda lay whimpering on the floor, her ass still sticking up in the air, held up in part by Tom's massive prick buried deeply inside her ass hole. It was not until much later that the swollen cock diminished in size allowing him to pull it from her aching, stretched ass. When he was out of her, he raised to his feet, leaving the room suddenly without saying a word. But Linda did not see this, because she had passed out from sheer excitement.
When she came to she pulled herself to her wobbly feet and took another shower. God, she was stiff and sore. Her ass hole felt on fire, but the heat made her smile in a satisfied manner.
After she had dried herself for the second time that day, she went downstairs and had a cup of coffee with Kelly. Tom had taken his parents into town again and he wasn't due back for an hour or so.
Kelly broke the silence by asking, "What do you really think of a farming community?"
"I didn't think I would like anything about the place when Brad ask me to visit here with him. But, well, ... uh, there are things about it I like. I like you and Tom. Yet there's something else here too."
"What about Brad?"
"I think Brad came back only to look up an old girl friend. I was sort of jealous and I guess that's why I was so bitchy with him. In fact I think that's the real reason I got you and Tom involved with me sexually. In order to get back at him, I mean."
"You don't regret it, do you?" Kelly's voice was timid.
"Heavens, no!" Linda said with vigor. "It was the best thing that's happened to me."
"I wish you could stay on here with us."
Linda looked at the younger girl a long time. Perhaps she had something there. It was a pretty nice life. Maybe, maybe ... but how would Brad take it? Would he want to stay? These questions kept popping into her mind. It was something she'd have to look into. She wasn't ready to go back to the city yet. Suddenly an idea crept into her mind. "Kelly," she said, "how would you like to work on Brad for me? You know, get him to ball you. I think if you'd get him in bed it might be easier for me to get him to stay."
Kelly thought before answering. "I guess I could try. But he's pretty straight, I think. At least I've always thought so."
"I don't think he'd turn down a good piece," Linda said softly. "Not my Brad."
"Is he that good?" Kelly asked.
"You wouldn't believe how good he is in bed, but I'd never let him know it."
* * *
The very next night the occasion arose for Kelly to put on her act of innocence with Brad. They were both alone in the house, since Tom and Linda went to a movie. Kelly had seen it and Brad didn't want to go.
For a while Brad and Kelly sat and talked. It had been so long since her big brother had talked to her at such length. Occasionally he would stop talking and his eyes would rove with obvious longing over the supple soft curves of Kelly's ripening body. "Do you really like to sit and listen to
"Yes. I really do." Then she added, "And I'd rather be with you than with anyone else."
He stared at her for a moment longer, "Good," he said. "Why don't you pick out some of your records and I'll mix us a pitcher of martinis. I guess you're old enough to drink."
"Yes," she said softly, "I think I am, too." Her heart pounding with excitement, Kelly bounded to her room and selected several of her favorite records, both rock and slow romantic stuff. She returned just as Brad was finishing with the drinks, pouring them two. They drank a toast, then she put on an album by one of the pop groups that featured a little of both kinds of music. She took her glass and went over and sat on the couch, near the middle so that they were already very close to each other when Brad joined her there. They drank and listened to the music for a while, not speaking. It seemed now a tension had arisen between them. Then Brad asked her if she wanted to dance.
"Sure," Kelly said. The song playing was a hard-driving rock number, but Kelly was a good dancer and she liked having this opportunity to further display her body before the brother she idolized. And as she rhythmically jerked her buttocks and shimmied her breasts, she relished the hardly concealed hunger in his eyes. And Brad was a good dancer too, moving about before her with a display of almost perfect natural rhythm. The dancing, the communication of their eyes as they writhed and twisted before each other, seemed to alleviate some of the tension that had arisen. Then the fast song was followed by a slow blues number and, as Kelly fell warmly into Brad's arms, fitting her sensuously curved body snugly against his muscular chest and thighs, the tension seemed to fade completely, replaced by a maddening electric tingle of excitement. Then the song ended and they parted slowly, looking into each other's eyes. Brad smiled and, still holding her hand, led her back to the couch. The next record dropped. The sipped their drinks, sitting even closer together than before. Now her awareness of Brad's nearness filled the young, blonde teenager with a longing she could hardly even comprehend and she waited, breathlessly on edge, longing for that moment she now thought was inevitable when he finally really would break the ice and take her into his arms.
But instead he spoke: "Tell me, Kelly. These boys you go out with? How tight are you with them? How...?"
He let his voice trail off, dropping the second question, as she turned to look at him. "I'm not tight with them. I just do it to pass the time. Because it's expected for a girl to have dates. But I don't care anything about them. Why?"
He shrugged. "Just wondered." He took another drink and was silent.
"You were going to ask me something else?" Kelly prompted.
"I was going to ask ... what do you do with them?"
"Nothing much. Just movies, dancing and things. You know there really aren't that many places around here for teenagers to go anyway."
"But that's not what I meant. I mean, how far do you go? Sexually?"
Kelly thought she must have blushed. The question was what she expected but still ... Maybe he wasn't interested in her romantically after all. Maybe he was going to play the concerned brother. The awareness she'd perceived in his eyes did exist, but he had merely realized that she was coming of age sexually and now considered it his responsibility to take an interest in her situation, perhaps to advise her, even lecture her.
"What's the matter?" Brad asked after moment. "Your face is all red." Kelly merely stared at him in silence, still unable to speak. Then suddenly he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. It was quick and tender, but at least it shocked her out of her momentary paralysis.
"Why did you ask me that?" she asked in an almost quivering voice.
He grinned, reaching up and putting his hand on her shoulder, bare above the tight little halter. A chill danced teasingly down her spine. "I just wanted to find out how much experience you've had."
Again Kelly balked. "Experience" in sex seemed almost too big a word to describe anything she'd ever know. But she wasn't about to tell Brad this. Instead she said, "Not much." She looked at her knees. "I've been kissed and the boy I go out with are always trying to get their hands all over me. But they're so clumsy and stupid about it sometimes they just nearly make me sick."
"Then you've never gone all the way?" he asked.
"All the way?" Kelly gasped in mock shock. "My God! Her voice trailed off as she saw the smile on her brother's face.
The smile broadened. And then, though she still found it almost impossible to believe he could be so naive about her: "Would you like to try it? With me? Would you like to really do it with me tonight?" he asked her.
Now Kelly was too pleased to speak, but she wouldn't have had time to anyway, for suddenly Brad took her drink from her hand, placed it on the table before them, and leaned quickly toward her. He seized her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, crushing her against his strong chest until the sharp little points of her nipples seemed to bore into his flesh through his shirt. She whimpered with the pleasure rising through her body, and melted, still pleased, yet stunned, but without resistance into her brother s arms.
Brad inched closer on the couch until his thigh rested against Kelly's; then he turned halfway toward her, crushing her even more tightly against him until she thought her breasts throbbed and her blood was on fire. He tilted her face up to his at last. As he looked into her eyes, she thought: This is the moment Toe been waiting for. This is the kiss, the embrace I've longed for. And though she couldn't imagine how she would fake virginity, she knew she would try.
Then Brad pushed his warm moist lips down against hers so hard, so ruthlessly that she almost cried out with pain and fear. "What's the matter?" he gasped in her ear. "Don't you like that?"
"Oh yes," she murmured, squirming her swelling breasts eagerly against her brother's chest though her conscience was now shouting out for her not to fool him, but to let him know the truth, and then they could make love as it was meant to be. But she couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. Instead, she just said, "Oh, Brad ... oh yes!"
"Good," he groaned, bending his head to her face again. This time his tongue flicked out to shoot between her lushly parted lips and sink into the deep cavern of her mouth. He swirled it hungrily around, sending little chills of mingled fear and excitement shooting through her helpless body. She knew this was going to be good. Kelly sucked in her breath as she felt the tingling between her thighs intensify, felt her youthful breasts throb and swell, her blood seem to boil all through her loins and body.
Kelly's little nipples had hardened into rigid tight buds of adolescent desire even before she felt Brad's hands begin to fumble with the buttons of her halter. Deliriously she remembered what she'd told herself earlier as she'd contemplated this moment. She had anticipated letting him feel her up all over. She would let him strip her naked like some Indian slave for sacrifice. She would let him see her breasts, her nipples, let him kiss them, suck them, do as he pleased.
Then, as Brad drew back from her slightly, she watched wordlessly as he slipped the shoulder straps of the halter down her arms and the flimsy halter fell suddenly away to reveal the naked mounds of her young breasts, peaked by the already pertly swollen little buds of her nipples.
"Oh wow, Kelly!" he gasped with genuine admiration. "You really are gorgeous, did you know that? Your tits are really beautiful!"
A little shiver passed through Kelly's body as her brother reached up to place his hand over one of the rounded swells of flesh, then took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing back and forth on it almost cruelly. A strained little gasp rose in her throat, but in spite of the pain, she relished her brother's sensuous touch, relished all the maddening sensation.
The half-naked teenage girl closed her eyes, feeling almost dizzy with the ecstasy of the moment. She wanted to call out his name, "Brad, Brad!" She wanted to shout, "I love you, Brad!" But no words came. She'd completely lost her voice. It seemed as though she'd stopped breathing, and even though she could feel her heart flailing wildly against her chest it seemed that nothing in her moved, nothing existed in her except this forbidden pleasure that swept over her like a wave as the caress on her naked breasts again became so very tender.
She closed her eyes, sighing ecstatically as he continued the fondling, then resumed the pressure on one tiny budding nipple until Kelly thought she would go completely insane with her rising passion. Then her handsome brother began to trail his fingers gently over the snowy mounds of her breasts to inspire even further spasms of excitement to wrack her all over, to take fire and bum with an unending need. She shuddered completely out of control, powerless to make any more pretense, powerless to stop anything at all.
And then she felt his mouth, his warm moist lips, as they grazed her neck and trailed down to the firm white flesh of her newly developed breasts. She cried out softly as the lips parted to take the small hard nipple between them, and again she shuddered, her whole body now quivering. She pulled him even closer, hugging him to her as if she were a mother and he a suckling baby.
Brad's tongue swirled hotly around the small perforated bud of hardened flesh, giving it maddening little licks as the shivers of excitement took possession of his lust-crazed sister. She began to moan as he cupped one firm mound of breast in each hand, squeezing and kneading them to her ineffable pleasure. Flaming little sensations of arousal coursed through her body, making her tremble like a leaf in the wind. And though she still might not have admitted it to herself, she was losing control. Nothing on earth could have made her stop him now.
Again the half-naked blonde sucked her breath hoarsely in. His hand left her breasts to trail down across the flesh of her smooth flat belly and slip beneath her tight jeans and the clinging elastic waistband of her white-nylon panties. His fingers wormed teasingly into her sparse-curling pubic hair, just inches from her already lewdly throbbing clitoris. She was breaking her rule now. He could do with her what he pleased. She didn't care whether or not he thought she was a virgin.
Brad's other hand now dropped into her lap to move up between her thighs, pressing warmly against her sensitive pussy flesh from the outside of the tight-fitting pants, oh, it was so good to her.
Brad worked his one hand lower inside her panties and his middle finger came into sudden shocking contact with the hard little clitoral bud. Her whole body jerked and she stared at him, helplessly confused at her own response to that touch. As he drew back from her and gazed hungrily into her eyes, she moaned, "Ohhhhhh!"
"Were going all the way, Kelly," he said in a strained voice. "I'm going to fuck you."
She mumbled weakly, incoherently, unable to even to speak, hardly able to believe her brother could cause such an arousal in her. This was something she'd hardly ever imagined in even her wildest dreams. Perhaps somehow she'd always taken for granted that someday she would really be coupled with a sexual partner who would take her up to heights she had always hoped for.
She wanted it!
She wanted Brad!
Then a cry of frustration rose spontaneously to her lips as Brad withdrew his hand from within her panties, removed his finger from contact with the sensitive bud of her clitoris. She stared at him mutely as he loosened the snap and unzipped her tight-fitting jeans, then urged her down onto her back in a reclining position on the couch, sitting now just on the edge to give her room to stretch out her legs.
"Now, lift up your hips, Kelly," he said softly.
"Oh, Brad," she moaned, but that was the closest thing to a protest she managed, another shiver of desire running through her body as worked the light hip-huggers slowly down over her rounded buttocks, down the length of her sensuous thighs and calves, and off over her ankles to leave her completely naked except for her thinly clinging panties.
He gazed down at her with burning eyes, feasting over her supple near-nakedness. He leaned forward and kissed her again on the lips. She responded hungrily, sucking his tongue into her mouth in eager rapture, arching her back to squirm her breasts against his chest. Then she stiffened as he placed his hand back squarely between her slightly parted thighs, pulling aside the crotch band of the white silk panties and insinuating one finger and then another up under the flimsy wisp of material, seeking and finding the tiny, sparse patch of soft pubic hair nestled in the vee between her legs.
Kelly's whole body trembled out of control as her brother slid his fingers gently along the fleshy lips of her cunt, already moistened with her unrepressed desire. They moved teasingly along the soft wet tenderness, back and forth, back and forth until she thought she could stand it not a minute longer. Then he again found the tiny bud of her clitoris, stroking it gently until it seemed it would burst into bloom, until it stood erect and taut and she feared her whole body would explode in a thousand searing fragments of unbridled lust.
The writhing teenage girl looked deliriously around, hardly able to believe this was happening to her, right here in the front room of her home, her family's house, right here on this couch where she'd so often sat with her father and mother, talking, eating a snack, or watching television. How could anything so pleasurable come from such familiar plain surroundings? Then she closed her eyes again, wiping all thought from her mind, forgetting everything else and allowing herself to enjoy without restriction the sheer raw excitement she derived from Brad's fingers upon the most treasured part of her body.
She groaned as they slipped gently between the moist fleshy lips of her tortured pussy, searching out the glistening hold of her vagina, teasing it and taunting it until she almost went out of her mind. She held her breath in the intense ecstasy of the moment as Brad's middle finger stretched forth and slipped slowly and relentlessly up into her cunt slit, twisting and turning between the warmly throbbing walls of her vaginal passage.
Impaled on the tip of it, Kelly winced and thrashed, moaning louder as he began a gentle finger-fucking motion in and out between her parted thighs.
Now the young girl groaned loudly as her brother's finger slipped rhythmically in and out of her throbbing pussy lips, the clasping walls closing tightly on it, grasping it as if to hold it in. Then with a sucking sound he withdrew the finger and the disappointed girl sobbed aloud in frustration, "No Brad! Don't stop."
"I'm not gonna stop, Kelly. I'm not gonna stop until I've fucked you."
Kelly shivered with pleasure, then she heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being undone and watched through narrowed eyes as Brad hurriedly stripped the clothes from his lean, athletic body and dropped them to the pile on the floor. At last he stood completely naked before her, and Kelly dared let her eyes descend fearfully down to his eager penis jutting out rigidly from between his thighs.
Then he climbed hurriedly up onto the couch, leaning eagerly forward to slide his hand beneath his naked sister's quivering white ass-cheeks, urging her to again arch them upward. With his other hand he seized the top of her tight-clinging panties, drawing them slowly down off her buttocks and thighs, and tossing them lightly away. He knelt above her, his legs straddling her trembling thighs. Then he urged them apart and planted his knees one at a time between them, forcing them gradually wider until Kelly felt completely vulnerable beneath him.
Again the excited girl felt her brother's fingers parting the already lewdly moistened lips of her cunt. Then she gasped as she became aware of the presence of his thick and iron-hard penis poised above the tiny opening when he lowered himself down between her wide-spayed thighs. It brushed against her pulsating pussy flesh with tantalizing pressure that set off even more violent sparks of pleasure and lust to dart through her quivering body. Then she groaned from a sudden increase of pressure as Brad guided his rigid cock-shaft right up between the parted cunt-lips and, a moment later, rammed his hips eagerly forward.
"Agghhh!" the breath caught in her throat. She lay back, moaning ecstatically, her legs spread out as wide as they would go, as Brad began to move, fucking slowly in and out of her heated cunt.
Now the lust-inspired Kelly knew nothing but the pleasure and desire for more that overwhelmed her, that made every pore of her skin tingle with delight and want, a joy and hunger that seemed to set her very blood to boiling.
Brad was caught up in his own excitement and triumph now, fucking eagerly and swiftly in and out, each lunge, each thrust of his perversely hardened cock adding new excitement to the rapture that engulfed his younger sister. And in spite of the continued faint discomfort that even her joy and pleasure could not completely erase, she began to move urgently beneath him, grinding her pelvis against his jerking loins, undulating her hips in a slightly circular motion to even further increase the titillating sensation as she whimpered in sheer lust and longing.
Again and again her lovers pulsating hardness plunged into her, deeper and deeper, was withdrawn and plunged again. "Oh Brad, Brad," she cried, writhing beneath him on the couch as his throbbing cock head burrowed in and out of her desire-tortured cunt.
The impaled girl knew still that what she was doing was wrong, she should have told him the truth, but she was no longer concerned. She gave herself up completely to the ecstasy that enveloped. She was one with her brother, her lover, taking him deeper and deeper into her moist forbidden and sensitive flesh, responding with all her heart and soul, with all her supple, sensuous body, to his passionate lovemaking. And gradually the excitement in her throbbing vagina began to spread like ripples in a pond over all of her nakedly twisting flesh.
She lost herself in the sheer sensation. Her own orgasmic juices began to flow forth to wash the burgeoning penis now enclosed within her tight cunt passage. Tremors of lascivious delight overcame her. Then something else took place. It was like a bolt of lightening in her mind, a robe of bright light on her perspiring flesh. For a moment she was too dazed to even realize what it was. Then she knew. A most primeval female instinct warned her of the approaching fury.
She was going to come!
Sobbing in complete abandon, Kelly ground her buttocks up and down on the cushion of the couch, her arms shooting up to clasp her lover closer to her, her fingernails raking across his naked back and leaving a trail of thin red welts behind them. Suddenly her legs jackknifed back until her knees almost touched her quivering breasts. She felt Brad's hard thick cock slide in to the hilt until it smacked against her tender cervix. Then suddenly his own seething, burning male sperm shot forth, pumping into her in great hot droplets to mix and mingle with her own lewdly flowing vaginal juices.
A moment later it happened.
Time stood still. She shuddered, and inhuman animal sounds poured in a torrent from her throat, lightning flashing again in her mind, the robe of fire and light consuming her naked flesh, her vagina spasming in urgent and feverish delight as the waves rolled over her, burned her, blanked her mind and set her to drift upon a cool sea of air.
Then there was nothing. Just the two of them still locked together, entwined and hushed, brother and sister of one body there upon the couch in the living room of their home.
Then they slumped. Sound came slowly back to Kelly's ears. It was the sound of their own panting. She realized, unable to regret it, that her brother was really something great. During the ecstasy of that orgasm that had engulfed her it had seemed like a dream from which she never wanted to awake. But now reality returned. She. had been fucked by her own brother. And he knew she hadn't been a virgin. He knew!
And worse, even as tears of sweet sorrow swelled in her eyes, there was only one thing about the future that she knew for certain-though this had been the first time with Brad, it would not be the last. He was so good for her, so good!
She changed position, moving around and up so she could lie in his arms.
Brad stirred, and kissed her on the forehead. "You're really something, Kelly. Really something," he whispered softly, his lips on her cheeks now, caressing.
"And I like you very much, big brother," Kelly murmured. She wondered how it felt between Linda and Brad the first time they had done it. Then she wondered, too, if Linda had been a virgin. Somehow Kelly doubted it.
CHAPTER NINE
Linda had lost her innocence in the boarding school, "the senior high school for refined ladies" the brochure had read. Her father thought she needed some of the "finish" the school offered.
She thought back on her first sexual experience now as she lay suffering, after Brad's refusal to have sex with her. "The sonuvabitch," she muttered, half aloud.
She thought of that first time, just a few years earlier.
Linda lay stretched out on her bed, her chin propped in one hand, a pen poised between the fingers of her other hand. She was writing a letter and, for the moment, oblivious of the noises in the dormitory as the other girls scurried down the hallways and up the stairs, shouting and giggling and having themselves a carefree and high-spirited time.
"Dear Father," she began her letter, studying the sheet of paper without the
slightest indication of pleasure or amusement. It was a chore like so many
others and she tried to rush through it, bored before she had even begun.
"School is still hell, if you know what I mean. Thank goodness this is the
last term and then the year in Europe you've often promised me.
"I really don't want to go on to college right now and a year abroad will no
doubt do me a world of good.
"Well, I have a Latin class in fifteen minutes so I'd better rush off now.
Hope you are enjoying yourself. I will if I ever get sprung. Ha.
Love
Linda"
The letter completed, the task done, she folded die stiff sheet of vellum paper and put it in an envelope. Then, she got up off the bed and stretched, yawning loudly. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, Linda struck a suitably theatrical pose.
Not bad, not bad at all, she thought to herself, consciously admiring her youthful good looks, the long sweep her straight hair, the way her small but perfectly shaped breasts moved beneath her oxford-cloth blouse.
She thought of Roger Dunlap, the boy in the school across the lake who had tried to make out with her, and she curled her lips in distaste.
She wanted to do her own picking. He was too young and besides, his penis was too small. She had gotten a look at it when he was hard. "Grabber," she whispered aloud, recalling the way he had tried to feel her up at the annual Chadwick-Penfield Senior Dance. "Fat chance he'll ever have," and then she began to laugh. She moved on light nimble feet to the dorm window, pulled back the curtain and peered outside.
The bright spring sunlight filtered through.
Lazy sun motes flickered across her room and she closed her eyes and sighed deeply to herself, her hands coming up to touch her breasts for one solitary instant.
And then she realized how much she had changed.
In just the last six months alone, ever since her sixteenth birthday, she had begun to view the world through different eyes, a woman's eyes, as she liked to think of it. Gone was the innocent young girl, twinkling blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and pudgy adolescent body.
She was changing, her hips swelling slightly, her waist tapering, her breasts getting larger and firmer. And the fleecy pubic curls which covered her virginal mound were more often damp with thoughts of lust and carnality than they had ever been before.
She recognized these changes and moved with them, flowed into them and accepted who she was. She knew her parents would never approve of the things she dreamed of, but she didn't care. It pleased her to know that she was going against her teachings and advice.
It pleased her to know that she was becoming a woman, even if people still thought of her as a child. Actually, she wouldn't have minded Roger's grabby nature if he had been more attractive. But she had kept accepting his dates almost as if she didn't know any better. But now it was different, she thought, still holding the curtain aside as she looked down at the squad between the twin dormitories of the Penfield School for Girls.
And then she saw what she had been looking for and a smile crossed her lips. She had not told any of the other girls, not even her best friends, what she had done less than a week before. Now she thought of it in a flash and kept smiling.
She had been alone in the room, her roommate having gone to the library to research a term paper. All alone she had stretched out on her bed, closing her eyes in reverie, thinking of the things she had hitherto kept secret-reserved for dreams and dreams alone-even to herself.
Thinking of her dreams then that evening a week before the present, her hand had crept down between her slim supple thighs. She was wearing shortie pajamas, ready to read in bed and then turn out the light. But she couldn't think of sleeping when the dreams were more real, more alive than they had ever been.
Her fingers slid under the bottom of her pajamas and she pressed her palm flat against her pubic mound, feeling and hearing the crisp rustle of her cunt hairs as she sighed deeply to herself and the image took shape.
It had been Rhoda Simms who had shown her the pictures in the anatomy book she discovered in the library. That had been the first time Linda had ever seen a man in the flesh, a man without any clothes on.
She knew what sex was all about from things she had read and heard about, but she had never seen a penis. She had peered at the pictures Rhoda held in her hand, wondering how such a thing-for that was the only way she could describe it-could possibly fit between the slim tight outer lips of her pussy.
Even though it was limp and unerect, it still looked so large that she was momentarily frightened. But then she had begun to dream of men and boys and how it would feel if they thrust down into her and entered her and fucked her like all the stories which circulated among the girls at school, stories told in whispers, replete with open mouths and nervous laughter.
Thinking of these things, she looked down and stared at her naked cunt, suddenly curious. She knew that when she thought of naked boys and fucking, the inside of her vagina would get all swampy and damp, glittering dewdrops of sap trickling down the walls of her twat to coat her pubic bush and make her insides feel slippery.
Now it was happening again, and she pried the narrow scarlet lips apart, the lips which bordered her hairy split and the interior of her pussy. The stubby little head of her clitoris poked forward and she tweaked it between her fingers.
Yes, it was happening again.
The strange onrush of pleasure seeped through her loins, warming her insides, making her feel all tingly, itchy almost. She kept stroking her clit and the pleasure increased. So this is what they mean by an orgasm, she thought to herself, getting closer to the promise of fulfillment.
But she wanted more. She wanted to fill the emptiness inside her, just as a man would do if he guided his erect and thick throbbing penis right down between her legs. And then it came to her what she had to do next if she was ever going to feel and understand the pleasure of the act.
She had bought it just a day or so before, when she had gone into the village of Penfield to pick up some odds and ends. The owner of the drugstore, a man she knew and who recognized her as well, had been out sick and his assistant didn't know Linda which gave her the confidence she needed.
"I keep getting stiff necks," she had stammered, laying a five-dollar bill on the counter.
Now she slipped off the bed and went to her closet. Bending down, she opened a shoe box and found what she was looking for. She held it in her hand, weighing it and wondering if she was going to do the right thing. But no, she decided, I'll have to go through with it. I just have to.
So she got back on the bed, the hand massager-better known as a vibrator-poised and ready. But she did not intend to massage her neck. The device was made of hard plastic. The batteries screwed in at the bottom and the top tapered to the rounded head. It was about an inch and a half across and a good six inches long, the top narrower than the base.
Flicking on the switch and arranging a towel beneath her buttocks, she sucked in her breath and decided that it was now or never and now was always better, infinitely so. Accordingly, she spread her thighs wide apart and guided the quivering head of the vibrator right down between her legs.
The damp fleecy lips of her twat parted slightly, exposing the glistening red insides of her virgin hole. But not for long, she said to herself, totally convinced that she was doing the right thing. She pushed the head of the quivering artificial phallus between the gaping lips until it pressed against her hymen.
The membrane stretched taut and a tingle of pain shot through her loins. But she knew enough to realize that the pain would only happen once and then, after that, it would only be pleasure that she would feel "Do it," she whispered, alone in her room. Gritting her teeth, she pushed forward and winced as the membrane tightened even more and she banged against it. And then, with a fierce downward plunge and thrust of her hand, she slammed it into her and bit down on her lower lip as the pain coursed through her body and her hymen began to tear apart.
A bright jet of blood shot up over her thighs and belly and, as the pain mounted, the dildo-vibrator moved forward, funneling down into the depths of her pussy. "More, more," she whispered, hardly able to hold her hand steady as the vibrations reverberated against the walls of her snatch.
More blood kept trickling down. By this time, at least half the length of the instrument lay stuck between her legs. She had impaled herself, but the pain seemed to be passing. The hard plastic side of the vibrator frictioned against her clitoris and she wiggled it back and forth, feeling more pleasure than she had ever experienced before.
Deeper and deeper she pushed it until she could just about hold on to the base. And then she fell back against the pillows and closed her eyes, waiting for the last of the pain to subside. She was bleeding only slightly, nothing to worry about, she decided, when she resumed her task. Linda, totally deflowered, technically no longer a virgin, began to shudder with delight as she moved the vibrator back and forth, pulling it halfway out of her vagina and then pushing it forward again.
She kept thinking it was a boy and the more she played with herself, the more she masturbated with the hard, unyielding vibrator, the more erotic delight she began to feel. Already, her insides were itching fiercely, heating up as the friction increased and waves of pleasure coursed through her loins.
"So good, yes, more," she whispered on the bed, actually loving it now that the worst was over. "God, do it! Do it!"
Her hand moved faster, pounding the instrument into her, moving it in and out as she rocked on the bed, her hips undulating in time to her fierce and quickening strokes. And then it happened and she could hardly see straight.
At first she didn't even know what it was.
But as the pleasure increased she knew she was going to climax and she kept working the vibrator in and out, feeling it rubbing against the soft and elastic walls of her cunt until there was no holding back-she couldn't have held back if she'd wanted to.
Then it happened and, as her orgasm hit her, she thought she would lose all control. She thought she would have to scream out, the joy of release was so intense. Thick trickles of oily sap dribbled down, coating the shaft of the vibrator, seeping down over her thighs and between the tightly clenched furrow between the cheeks of her ass.
The towel was wet and bloodied but she was coming and when it was over she was more determined than ever before. She told no one. But her mind had been made up. She would find a man if it was the last thing she did.
And so now, days later, she stood by the window of her room, looking down into the grassy expanse of the quadrangle between the two residence halls. And then she saw him and she began to smile, knowing that her choice couldn't have been better or more appropriate.
He was puttering around the bushes, pruning the weeds and when she opened the window, she could hear him whistling, singing something to himself, something which sounded foreign and vaguely operatic, something whose melody stirred her insides and made her think of how she had taken her own virginity, how she had calculatingly and cold-bloodedly deflowered herself.
She didn't feel guilty.
No, not at all. It pleased her, because now she knew she would never be able to associate sex with pain. No guy could hurt her and the knowledge of this gave her all the confidence and security she needed.
The boy she kept staring at was bending low, working in the soil. His overalls were stretched tightly over his buttocks so that when he leaned forward, she could see the exact outline of his ass, the way the cheeks were cleft and rounded, the furrow between them adding to the teenager's sexuality, his very presence, his masculinity.
She noticed all this and when he got to his feet, she found herself staring into his unknowing eyes, dark brown eyes which seemed to blaze even from her vantage point by the window of her room. She knew the boy was named Carlo, the son of one of the workmen employed by the school, helping with the gardening and landscaping so that the grounds stayed looking trim and green.
He came to work every day after school let out, tall and handsome. His skirt sleeves were rolled up past the elbows, revealing the powerfully muscled contours of the youngsters arms, arms she longed to have around her. And in Carlo's face, young Linda saw the answer to her dreams, to the quest she had committed herself to.
There was something wonderfully hard and sensual about Carlo and when he moved she was sure the muscles were rippling across his boyish chest and the thickest meaty thighs. She wanted to feel the kid crushing her down and filling her with his virility. And there seemed to be every indication that Carlo would not prove disappointing. She was sure of this.
For even from the height of three stories she could see the soft rounded bulge inside his pants, as if there was a bunch of grapes there, just ripe for the picking, the plucking. Carlo moved his hand through his thick curly black hair and turned away.
She dropped the curtain back and made up her mind. She had made the boy's acquaintance the day after she had taken her virginity, as if the plan, the scheme had been gestating within her for much longer than she could even realize. Now it was time to put everything into action instead of thoughts.
So later that same afternoon, after her last class, she made her way to the greenhouse and storage shed where the tools were kept and the grounds staff had their lockers. She waited outside until Carlo came out, still clad in his overalls and work shirt.
"Hello, Linda," he said upon seeing her, flashing a smile and showing his large and perfectly white teeth. "What brings you down here this afternoon? Shouldn't you be at study hall with the other girls?"
"I got bored," she confessed, standing there with her hands behind her back. She had purposely chosen her costume, a tight-fitting little cashmere sweater which complemented her trim figure and allowed her free and unhaltered breasts to press forward against the soft and clinging woolen material; that and a pleated little miniskirt which left so much of her thighs visible, should Carlo care to inspect her person with more than a casual glance.
"Not good to get bored," he laughed, starting to move away from her.
"Actually," she said quickly, afraid he was going to leave before she could say what she had planned in advance, "I need your help, Carlo. That is, if you don't mind taking the time."
"Well sure, Linda," he said, stopping in his tracks and turning once again to face her. "What do you need?" He looked at her quizzically.
Sure enough, the rounded and suggestive bulge in his pants was perfectly visible. She hoped he hadn't caught her staring as she looked up at him and tried to collect her thoughts. No one else was around, neither the staff nor any of the girls. It made it much easier for her to speak.
"You see, I have this assignment for my botany class. I have to collect saplings-you know, twig sand leaves from five different kind of trees," and she pointed vaguely in the direction of the school's arboretum at the edge of the campus, a dense woody area which was not a particularly popular spot among the students. "But I really don't know anything about leaves, if you know what I mean." And then she flashed her best smile, winking at him suggestively. "So maybe, if you have a few minutes, since you know all about trees and flowers and stuff 'cause you're an expert, you can go the arboretum with me and help me collect and identify the samples."
The words had rushed out of her but now that she had said it all, she held her tongue and looked at him with a smile on her lips, her hands behind her back and one leg cocked forward. Her tits bounced lightly inside her sweater and, despite herself, she could feel the way the nipples were hardening involuntarily, growing taut and firm and pressing against the cashmere sweater.
"Well ... sure. I have a few minutes," he finally said, glancing around with a nervous expression on his face. He knew that if any of the teachers or the headmaster caught him walking to the arboretum with one of the students, it just wouldn't look right. But no one else was around.
Besides, Linda looked so sincere, or so she hoped.
"Sure," he said again, making up his mind.
"Oh," she exclaimed with a laugh, tossing her head to the side so that her long hair flew free and unhampered. "That would be just ... just terrific! I really appreciate it, Carlo. You don't know what it means to me." And they moved off without another word.
Each was aware of the other's silence. But as far as Linda was concerned, from then on it was going to be easy pickings, no pun intended. Or maybe she had intended one, not that it mattered. For what mattered was making sure her little erotic scheme met with success. And she thought she knew exactly how to accomplish it. Now she couldn't help smiling.
Fortunately-for she kept a close watch as they trudged toward the woods-no one saw them walking together. That was fine with her, for discretion was nine parts of something, no doubt good times, she thought to herself as they walked.
There would be no questions asked and no white lies and false explanations to make. At last they moved into the woods, the pine trees covered the sky with a leafy bower. The light which filtered through the dense growth was green and almost eerie and she heard a bird calling in the distance, soft and elusive, almost plaintive. It caused her to shiver with anticipation.
He stopped abruptly then and pointed up to one of the trees. "That's a spruce tree, an evergreen, what they use a lot at Christmas."
Linda looked up and was pleased to note that the nearest branch was a good two feet beyond Carlo's reach. "That'll be the first one then," she said with determination. "Can you reach it?"
Carlo jumped up with an outstretched hand, but failed to make contact with even the lowest branch. Linda kept smiling. "I bet if you lift me up, you know ... give me a boost, I think I can pull a branch down. Miss Hendricks at school was very adamant about these samples, Carlo. I don't want to fail, especially now that this is my last term here."
He looked at her and nodded his head, locking his fingers together and making a cradle of his arms. Linda kicked off her shoes, glanced around as if to reaffirm their privacy and moved toward him. He motioned her to step up on his interlocking hands and then he'd boost her up until she could reach the lowest bower.
Linda did as she was told, thrilling at the very contact with the man. She stepped nimbly between his arms, grabbed hold of one of his wide shoulders and pulled herself erect until she was balancing herself and Carlo was trying to hold her steady as she leaned against his chest.
"A little closer," she whispered, looking down at him and reaching up to grab hold of the branch. She knew that he could see right up her skirt and this pleased her almost as much as the warmth and firm strength of his body. His face was getting red and the muscles in his arms bulged out as he held her aloft, one of her naked thighs against his broad and muscular chest.
Perfect, she decided, glad that she had not worn panties. For when she looked down again, Carlo was standing there, his lips slightly apart, his eyes directed right between her legs. She knew he could see up to her cunt and she laughed to herself, feeling the first warm rushes of delight seeping through her body.
Then she stretched up her hand and presented him with a totally unimpeded view before she wobbled back and forth, pretending to lose her balance and equilibrium. "I'm going to fall!" she yelled out as she slipped lower, one foot dropping off his cradling arms as he grabbed for her and she fell against him, twisting her arms around his wide shoulders.
He was holding her securely, one hand around her legs, one hand around her waist as he gently lowered her down to the ground. Linda panted loudly, feigning panic as he deposited her lightly on the pine-needle-strewn forest floor.
"Are you all right?" he asked, kneeling before her with a look of concern in his eyes. Her skirt was thrown back a few inches, hiking up around her thighs. But she did nothing to cover herself, leaning back, propping herself up on one elbow.
"I think I twisted my ankle," she whispered, suddenly wincing and hoping her act was convincing enough. "Feel it, Carlo. Maybe it's broken."
Carlo remained as cooperative as ever. A look of genuine concern appeared in his eyes.
Linda was pleased to note, too, how the boy tried to avoid staring up her legs. His fingers visibly trembled as he reached out and probed her ankle, feeling it to see if she had indeed broken any bones.
"That feels so much better," she whispered, leaning back even more, opening her legs slightly so that should he care to look, he would have no trouble making out the shape and configuration of what was barely hidden between her spread eagled thighs. "Your hands, the way you massage it," she went on, watching him as he avoided looking at her.
His fingers began to work on her ankle, massaging it as she noticed how his chest rose and fell almost as excitedly as her own. His face was flushed and she had no doubts about what was causing it.
Even the feel of his fingers moving along her ankle and then slightly higher, caused a sudden rush of pleasure as her cunt began to get moist and swampy, the walls of her pussy dampening with the growing heat and ardor of her lust.
If young Carlo realized what she was doing, he said nothing.
Seeing how Linda was leaning back, still moaning softly with what sounded like genuine cries of pain, the youngster kept massaging her ankle. "A little higher I think," she said, finally breaking the silence, hoping the boy wouldn't stop.
But had she been able to read Carlo's thoughts at that exact moment, all her fears of disappointment would have been immediately set right. For the gardener's son was barely able to control his growing excitement. His hands moved higher, up along the girl's calf, fondling and kneading her flesh as she tried wiggling toward him.
She glanced down at his crotch as he knelt before her, resting his weight on the backs of his legs. And, sure enough, she was pleased to see that the rounded bulge of his cock had definitely gotten larger. The swelling seemed disproportionate, too pronounced to be taken lightly.
It tented up the front of his overalls as she detected a slight movement behind the fly to his jeans. The warmth increased and she pushed her back off the ground, unable to stop herself, not wanting to mask her growing pleasure and delight.
Just the way his hands moved, how they were now openly caressing her calf, excited her incredibly. She kept staring at the outline of his cock and then fell back against the crisp rustling bed of pine needles, closing her eyes, waiting for him to take her, to ravish her just the way she had long imagined.
"Linda," he started to say, looking at her as she reclined on the ground.
But she didn't answer him. She didn't want anything to interrupt her feelings.
She waited with bated breath until finally it happened. From her calf he moved his fingers lightly up her leg, past the bony crown of one shapely knee. And then he was gently brushing his hands against her thighs and she whimpered softly, egging him on, almost begging to be taken and used in any manner he saw fit.
Carlo could not control himself.
The very sight of the youngster lying there, her firm pear-shaped jugs poking forward, the nipples distended and pressing tautly against the front of her cashmere sweater, drove him mad with lust.
And when he glanced up, he could see the barest hint of her pubic mound, lying there, just waiting for him to use it in any manner he desired. His fingers stole up her thighs and she kept murmuring softly, refusing to open her eyes.
She felt his hands openly caressing her, no longer shy or diffident, grazing the insides of her thighs and gently raising her skirt until she felt it being pulled around her waist. And then Carlo moaned hotly and gasped, opening her eyes.
Linda saw him openly ogling her naked pussy, the tip of his tongue slipping out of his parted lips, moistening his mouth as his fingers trembled and then he mumbled something under his breath and pressed his hand flat against her naked quivering cunt
"Carlo!" she said aloud. "What are you doing? Oh, but it feels so nice. Oh yes, do it, do it some more," she pleaded.
It was much easier than she had expected.
Just the way his palm pushed down against her hairy gash made her cunt juice gush down, moistening her tract. Her hips were pulsating and she arched her back, pushing her box flat against his hand until there was no hiding her intentions, or his.
He couldn't stop himself now that he was touching her, staring at her quivering box with a gleam in his eyes. He rubbed his palm over the swollen mound, feeling the way her cunt hairs stuck to his palm, already glistening and wet with her sap. Linda opened her legs even wider, goading him on as the thin outer lapels of flesh parted slightly, revealing the hidden mysteries of her tight young vagina.
They would not be mysteries for long.
"Carlo, what are you doing?" she said again, knowing full well what the gardener was thinking. "It feels so strange, you touching me there. Yes, do it, do anything, anything!"
The plaintive tone of her voice fairly amazed him and he reached down with both hands, gently spreading apart the narrow outer lips to reveal her clitoris poking forward from the top of her vulva. The little pea-shaped morsel of flesh wiggled its enticements and the boy felt his cock swelling heatedly inside his pants.
Throwing all caution to the winds, he suddenly groaned loudly and flung himself down between her legs, smashing his mouth against her quivering and juicy box. Linda arched her pubis, pushed it toward him and clawed at the ground, almost screaming out.
She felt his tongue swooping out, diving right inside and curling around her clitoris. It was long and wet and raspy and she began to moan with growing pleasure as he licked and tongued her moist and slippery vagina.
"Yes, more, do it," she kept repeating, looking down between her legs as Carlo panted and tongued her with short lapping strokes, nuzzling her box with his face. She felt his spittle come drooling out of his mouth, mingling with her juices.
The heat of her passionate lust was building up, far quicker than when she had masturbated with the vibrator. It was growing uncontrollable and she kept pushing toward him as he scaled the walls of her snatch and sponged them down, his tongue pistoning in and out like a small but masterful penis.
Linda had never imagined how nice it could feel.
She had never thought that a guy's tongue could work so frantically. Just the way Carlo's head bobbed up and down, the way he moaned and shook against her, excited her beyond belief. She reached out then and touched his curly black hair, pushing his face deeper and harder against her trembling muff.
"Carlo! Carlo!" she moaned.
He was gobbling her up, literally and figuratively, chewing delicately on the tiny pulpy bud of her clitoris until she couldn't see straight. And as he probed deeper, keeping her cunt lips wide open with his feverish hands, she knew that she couldn't stop herself or stop him as well.
She knew that any second it was going to happen and she waited for what she hoped would be the first of many climaxes with an expression of incredible delight etched upon her lips. "Do it!" she heard herself ranting. "Drink it down, suck on it. Eat me out, Carlo! And fuck me, fuck me!"
Carlo didn't have to be told what to do.
He stared down at the dark-pink interior of Linda's pussy, whimpering softly to himself. And then his nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate fragrance of her girlish and musky trench. Her clit wobbled on its short stem and he kept sucking it up into his mouth, much to the delight of both.
And when he heard her begging to be fucked, he slurped greedily, tonguing her cunt until she writhed and thrashed about on the ground, starting to come.
"Feel it!" she screamed out as her orgasm consumed her and drove her wild. "Suck, suck, suck, baby. Harder now. Oh yes! I'm coming. Oh shit. So good, so fucking, fucking good!"
Her words amazed her as much as they amazed Carlo. She kept mewling, bucking and pitching her body toward him, shoving her eager hairy crotch against his wildly sucking lips as the juice of her climax gushed down, hot and spicy.
Carlo sucked it up into his mouth, tasting her dew and licking his feverish lips. The girl was begging for it and he kept eating her out, long after the last waves of pleasure had coursed through her body.
Linda lay there, exhausted, but still not totally or completely satisfied.
She wanted more and she knew exactly what it was. Looking up at him she saw how his thick sensual lips were glistening and smeared with her come. He was unconsciously rubbing one hand against his groin, playing with himself so that she saw how the outline and bulge of his cock had swelled to what seemed to her to be monstrous proportions.
"God!" she mumbled, half to herself.
But if she could handle the vibrator, she was confident that she could take on anything else. Slowly, reading his thoughts in the way he openly fondled his still hidden mean, licking his lips as his eyes kept devouring her body and her cunt in particular, Linda slowly nodded, "Go ahead," she mumbled.
Her hands moved self-consciously to the budding mounds of her ripe and jutting breasts. And then she began to play with her boobs, tweaking the nipples as she kept her sweater in place, listening to the way Carlo was panting and seeing how his chest rose and fell as heatedly as her own.
"I fuck you now, yes?" he asked, the words hissing out from between his clenched and hungry lips, a look of anticipation on his face.
It was not exactly the way Linda had planned or dreamed of it. She had wanted to be raped, or almost raped-if there was such a thing. But she had wanted to be devoured as if by a hungry animal. Carlo was still too polite, too shy to please her totally.
"Maybe," she whispered with a cruel smile, one hand moving down to play with her cunt, her fingers sliding through her crinkly pubic hair. "Maybe yes and maybe no. I only want a real man, Carlo. Are you a real man? You look too young to me."
He looked at her and there was a sudden trace of anger which pleased her. It was all going to work out and, knowing this, Linda kept at it, teasing him by the way she slowly edged her middle finger right inside her pussy. She pushed it down, pulled it out and waved it before him before thrusting it right into her mouth and licking it dry.
And then she moved both hands down to her box, rubbing her fingers along the insides of her thighs. Carlo stayed where he was, kneeling in front of her and following her lewd and obscene gestures with a pair of open and unblinking eyes. His throat felt dry and his sense of anger, of being teased and toyed with, manipulated perhaps, rose up like a taste of bitter bile inside of him.
"Maybe," she said again, knowing how well it was all working out. The throbbing of the young man's cock grew more pronounced. Then his expression changed to rage and incredible anger.
"I'll fuck you," he barked, pushing her hands away from her cunt as he reached down and quickly unzipped his fly. "I may be sixteen, but I'm man enough for you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you, good and hard."
"Show me then, Carlo. Show me what you have to give me," she went on, no longer self-conscious or afraid of what she was doing or saying to the boy.
Having unzipped his pants, Carlo unbuckled the shoulder straps of his overalls and pulled his shirt up around his stomach, not even bothering to take it off. Linda was surprised to see that his stomach was slightly hairy, the muscles lean like a washboard, rippling and pulsating as he quickly got to his feet, the front of his overalls dangling down before her.
Then, quick and impatient, the youngster pushed them down off his hips, his fingers shoving them down until they fell around his ankles and Linda could not help but gasp, seeing the rigid silhouette of his penis still hidden behind the front of his underpants.
"Oh yes, I'm gonna enjoy this, you bitch," he mumbled hooking his thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts.
Linda could not stop staring.
Her eyes wandered from the rippling lines of muscle which fanned out over Carlo's stomach, down past the long thick curving outline of the boy's penis. Then, farther still, to the pair of thick-haired and muscular legs, the thighs seemingly as big around as her own narrow little waist.
She knew the boy would not disappoint her and, hearing the way he snapped the waistband, as if to entice her just as she had tried-and succeeded-to entice him, she looked up and opened her mouth, a soundless cry of amazement and delight bubbling up from between her widely parted lips.
For as she watched, everything she had dreamed about in the past happened.
Everything she had thought about, dreamed about since the day her friend Rhoda had showed her the photograph of the naked man in the anatomy book she had found in the school library now, it was finally becoming reality and, as she watched with startled and unblinking eyes, Carlo pulled his tight-fitting little-boy underpants all the way down, past his hips, past his thighs, down to his ankles.
And then she saw it and she could hardly believe her eyes!
It was, at first glance, incredibly larger and thicker than she had ever imagined. Nothing in the picture in the anatomy book had prepared her for this. For, arching out like a third arm, a veritable pole of pulsating meat, was Carlo's thick stiff pecker.
It was as swarthy and olive-colored as his Mediterranean skin, the head even darker as he skinned his cock back and looked at her, smiling at the sight of her opened mouth and startled expression. The head was smooth as a mushroom, round and velvety and Linda saw how the veins beneath the skin along the shaft were bulging, braided almost as Carlo began to rub his fingers up and down the length of his penis.
"Oh yes," he promised her. "I fuck you good. Is this enough for you? Is it?"
"Yes," she whispered, her throat incredibly dry as she kept staring, still not believing her eyes. For Carlo's cock was even larger and much thicker than the vibrator and she wondered how she could ever accommodate it, how he could ever be able to move it right up into the depths of her hot and steaming muff.
But she would try, that she knew.
She spread her legs as wide apart as possible, noticing how Carlo's balls swayed between his burly thighs, a hairy wrinkled fist which looked strangely alluring and mysterious. Thinking that his nuts held a reservoir of come, come she had heard about but had never seen or felt, Linda waited for him to begin.
Carlo was too impatient to hold back any longer. Not even bothering to take off his shirt or pull up her blouse so he could look at her boobs, he took hold of his thick straining phallus and directed the head of his virile cock right down between the pale, puffy lips of Linda's vagina.
He touched them with the head of his leaking organ and both of them shivered and convulsed at the first contact of their sexes. Then, pushing down as Linda sucked in her breath, Carlo managed to wedge the head of his meat right inside the vestibule, the entrance to her snatch.
She watched him and felt the pressure building up. Her cunt walls were stretched widely and the outer lips seemed to fasten themselves around the sides of Carlo's cock, holding it in place. So far, there was no pain and she gritted her teeth and waited for him to continue.
"Shit yes, baby. So fucking tight," he moaned as he saw how the lips of her snatch were widely distended, blocked and held open and apart by the round blood-engorged head of his penis.
Then, bracing himself with his hands outstretched, his palms flat on the ground and his sneakers digging into the soft turf, the youth thrust forward with his weight centered at his hips. Linda winced and, as she watched, she felt more and more of the burly virile youngster's penis disappearing between her legs.
The gardener's son knew exactly what he was doing. The friction was far more intense than it had been with the vibrator. His cock seemed to skid along her tight moist cunt walls, filling her incredibly. "Do it," she whispered as she watched him pounding down, funneling more and more of his enormous young cock right into her vagina.
Carlo would not stop, not even when she cried out in pain.
He stared as she did, pushing and plowing forward so that he was in her almost all die way. His balls whacked furiously against the upraised cheeks of her ass and when Linda threw her legs up around his heaving back and locked her ankles, Carlo slid all the way inside, right up to the very root.
His pubic bush, so much hairier and denser than Linda's looked strangely salacious as it tangled with her own fleecy thick curls and ringlets. As for Linda, she felt so filled, so crammed with pulsating throbbing dong, that she was unable to speak.
And when Carlo began to piston his dick into her, pulling it almost all the way out before shoving forward again, she thought that she could do this forever, unable to stop the pleasure which was gradually consuming her body.
Despite her initial fears, there was no longer any pain.
Her pussy was elastic and youthful enough to take the thickness and length of the boy's formidable penis. She felt Carlo's sweat against her belly and he curled his lips back like a rutting animal as he kept at it, shoving forward and into her, again and again, each blow pounding and thrusting.
She moved with him, rocking back and forth on the ground, thrusting her hips toward his groin as he kept digging his meat into her pussy. And when she found herself experimenting, using her inner cunt muscles to nip his swiftly sliding cock shaft and hold it down inside of her, he really went insane with passion.
"Fuck," he kept saying. "Sweet tight little pussy. Oh yes. So tight. I'll come, come. Buckets of hot come, baby. Yes, feel it. I'm a man, yes? I'm man enough for you, yes?"
"Yes, yes!" she screamed out as he fell against her, his hands grabbing hold her tits, thrust right under her blouse as he twisted her nipples savagely, pulling on them as she felt his weight and the pressure of his cock against her body.
"Oh, yes! Do it!" she pleaded.
He kept pounding into her, playing with her boobs, bending his head down to nibble them as his balls kept hitting her and she seemed to lose all track of time. And when she started to come, she urged him to join her, no longer able or even willing to hold back.
"Do it!" she whimpered, whining and panting as he lay against her, the firm muscular cheeks of his ass clenching and unclenching in time to the rhythm of his deep and pistoning cock strokes. "Come, baby. Oh yes, do it. Shoot, come, come inside me so much. I can't stop. So big, so much cock. I can taste it. I can taste it!"
And then her words turned into incoherent ramblings as she mumbled and threw her arms around him, pressed the full length of her body against his sweaty muscular form and came as she had never come before.
The intensity of her orgasm left her speechless as she thrashed about beneath him and a great gush of oily sap flowed down the well-filled walls of her hole, coating his fast-moving dick until he too could not help himself, could not stop himself as his balls seemed to contract and his body stiffened and convulsed spasmodically.
A trickle of drool sluiced out of the comer of his lips and ran down her chest as she felt the increased throbbing of his of his penis and the way he shivered and moaned against her. And then his come gushed up like a geyser, a fountain of cream splashing hotly inside her pussy.
She felt the first thick wads of his gism splattering against her cunt like bullets, thick gushing pellets of his milk.
"Come," he kept repeating, unable to stop shaking as his cock ejaculated like a machine gun, one blast of cream following another in rapid and seemingly endless succession.
"Come, hot come, so good, tight pussy, fuck you, fuck you," he moaned as he lay against her, his cock twitching and his cream pouring out until Linda felt as if she was flooded by the stuff, bathed in semen.
"Ohhhh," she moaned.
"You are good," Carlo moaned as he spoke. "I will give you much love."
"No," Linda spoke firmly. "No!"
"No?" Carlos looked at her.
"That's right. You served my purpose and I thank you, but it ends right here and now." She got to her feet, leaving Carlo where he was.
He watched as she put her clothes back together and then walked toward the dorm.
CHAPTER TEN
After Kelly had told Linda about the lovemaking with Brad, Linda took a long walk. She wanted to be alone. There had been so much for her all along, she realized, if only she looked for it in the right place. Her father had spoiled her and, she knew, she had taken advantage of him, as well as everyone else who had come into her life.
She knew why Brad had really wanted to come back here. He had to see an old girl friend, and it was Linda's fault. She wondered it she could make him happy. Perhaps if she did this then she, herself, could find happiness. She liked both Tom and Kelly. They were good lovemaking partners and now that they were bringing Brad into the group, maybe it would be different Walking through the warm country morning, she felt alive and aware. It was reflecting for her. The things that she had always wanted seemed to be so close to her.
During the rest of the day, Linda made plans. When she had a chance she talked to Kelly. "I want you to get Brad all worked up again and then when he is all ready I want you to leave the room and I'll come in and take over. Okay?" She waited for her entire plan to soak in.
Kelly nodded and agreed.
It was the next night when all was set up. Tom acted as though he had to go to town. Actually he had been let in on the plans and would remain outside until the right moment.
Linda was to go to bed with a headache.
Later, when Kelly and Brad were lying nude in her room, after playing around for at least a half hour, Kelly slipped on a robe saying, "I have to potty before we go any further, I'm sorry."
Brad smiled and nodded to her.
When she left Linda, already nude slipped into the room.
Brad raised up in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to get a good fucking."
"But, but, I...."
"Kelly is in on this, and she won't be back."
Brad slumped back on the bed, bewilderment in his eyes.
Linda slipped onto the bed with him and put her arms around him. Brad looked at her a long moment then kissed her long and lingeringly, making the lass pull them together as if they had always been like that. When he finally let her she was aroused as he had been.
Lying on the bed, their bodies pressed tightly together, Linda began to become more excited. The feel of his big, hard cock stimulated her desire more than ever. She raised up on her knees and grasped his erect cock in her hand. She proceeded to stroke it gently while she fondled his nuts. God it was big. Was it possible to make it grow larger by fondling it more? She kept one hand under his balls, holding them in her palm as
' she stroked the large hot, throbbing rod. She opened her pink mouth and slowly brought it down over his glans. She ran her tongue around the base of the head, thrilling at the taste.
Now she backed off slightly, and looked at the rigid instrument of pleasure. His huge, mauve-pink cock head gleamed with her saliva. She took hold of the base again and stuck out her tongue. She leaned closer and licked all of his prick-up and down, top and bottom-finishing by carefully covering his entire glans with her fluttering, lapping tongue-strokes.
Now she lay down on die bed, positioning herself on her back. Brad mounted her.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, Brad. I've been wanting it from you ever since we got here," she replied, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips slack.
He gripped his hard cock and worked the head of it into the fleshy swamp between her legs.
When it was over for them, they both lay back exhausted. "God," Brad said, "I'd forgotten that you were so good."
"And I've let you go on forgetting too long."
Brad raised on one elbow. "What does that ' mean?"
"It means that I do love you and that I don't even mind sharing your body, but I don't want to share your love."
Brad frowned quizzically.
"I know about Ellen, Brad. I don't mind as long as it is just you going after a good piece of ass."
"But, I ... uh."
"And," she stopped in mid sentence and called out, "Tom! Kelly! Come in!"
The brother and sister joined them. Both were nude.
Brad shot up to a sitting position. "What the hell is this?" He demanded.
"Hey!" Linda soothed. "Lie back down. You screwed Kelly, and I screwed Tom, so why the heck make a big issue out of it."
For a long moment Brad appeared angry, then he shrugged and said, "Yeah. You're right. At least you're honest about it."
The rest of the evening was spent in bed, first Brad and Linda making it along side of Tom and Kelly, then they switched.
When Brad and Linda were in bed, in their room, she turned to her husband and asked, "Did you enjoy it?"
"Man, yeah."
"Am I as good as Ellen, or Kelly for that matter?"
"You sure to hell are."
"You know why?"
"I think I do," he said.
"Why, then?" Linda asked.
"Because you little nitwit, I love you, that's why."
Linda grinned and snuggled into his arms. The vacation had been good for both of them.
