Hobby was born into a sexually liberated family, to say the least. His beautiful, young, widowed mother raised her brood in the only way she knew how, her philosophy being: "The family that bangs together, hangs together." She vastly preferred seeing her handsome young farm children together in the throes of sexual ecstasy than bruised, broken, and suffering the pangs of sibling rivalry.
Bobby's family consisted of: the lovely young Alice, hopelessly in love with the notorious and very rich, young, bon vivant, Louis McFarland the Third, for whom she would do anything, and often did; the beautiful young Linda, who knew best how to please her eager and advanced young brother; the fun-loving little Randy, who developed quite early the techniques and charms of a sophisticated woman. Then there were his brothers, Teddy and John, both enormously developed for young teenage gentlemen and both very eager to please their sisters, their mother, or any other female who might be fortunate enough to stumble, or leap into their embrace.
Bobby first learned the wonders of sex when an older sister was kind enough to invite him to bathe with her. He was only six. In the days that followed his glorious discovery of the female body, his bathing circle expanded until it included the entire family.
Bobby's early sexual encounters gave him a tremendous advantage over his contemporaries. Most boys develop the ability to consummate a sexual act before learning the technique. Bobby, however, had seven years of practice at technique before he had developed the proper equipment to really make a girl. And when he had finally developed... well, his sexual prowess was the talk of the county, and so was his family.
CHAPTER ONE - THE COUNTRY BOY
It's lonely growing up on a farm, even when you come from a large family.
The nearest neighbors were a good six miles down the road, and as everyone at that time was too poor to afford an automobile, we only saw them on the rare occasion of a country fair or the even rarer occasion of a big party to celebrate someone's birthday, or marriage, or in celebration of a particularly good harvest.
And there weren't very many good harvests in those days.
There were seven of us children, four girls and three boys. I was the youngest in the family.
Dad passed away a few months after I was born. The oldest of his children was only ten years older than I, the youngest, and the strain on him was more than he could bear. He was an old man anyway, and had been straining himself for years trying to make the farm bear a profit, and it was no surprise to the rest of the family when he went.
He had married a woman almost twenty-five years younger than himself. Mother was only seventeen when they were married, a beautiful, slender, blonde haired farm girl with fine Scandinavian features. I know this from the old pictures of her on the large mantelpiece.
By the time I was born, mother was just turning twenty-nine, and she was still as pretty as in the old pictures. Some of the neighboring farmers who were still single would walk all the way over to our rambling farmhouse to pay her court, but she refused all their advances.
"Your father was the only man for me," she would tell us, "and all those others just don't hold a candle to him. I won't remarry again until I find someone who is as kind and good looking as your father had been."
When I was six I was assigned the duty of getting up at five in the morning and milking the cows. I didn't mind the job. In fact, I actually looked forward to it.
One day in my seventh year of this life I went for a long walk in the pasture. We had one prize stud bull at the time who was kept in his own enclosed pasture most of the time.
But on this day he had managed to escape from his pasture through a hole in the fence, and he had made his way to where the cows were grazing. Normally, we only allowed the cows to mate with the bull once a year, which meant that at most other times the bull was as horny as, well, a bull kept locked in a room.
I came upon them just as the bull was mounting one of the heifers. His prick was gigantic, so big that it actually frightened me to look at it. "How will he ever manage to get that into the cow without killing her?" I wondered.
I was amazed that, after several misses, he was able to get that large pole into the cow. I was even more amazed when the cow started mooing in contentment.
"She actually likes it," I thought with my young, inexperienced mind.
Mother had always been too busy running the farm to tell us about the birds and the bees, and my older brothers didn't know anything more about it than I did, or if they did they weren't telling me.
The sight of the bull and cow fucking was my first exposure to the dark, mysterious world of sex.
Since there were rarely any visitors to the house, we thought nothing of running around naked after dinner, while we were waiting to use the bathtub or just before going in to bed. My oldest sister at that time was a fast ripening sixteen years old. She was coming out of the bathroom as I was preparing to go in.
As usual, she was naked, except for a tiny towel draped casually around her waist. For the first time, I noticed her tits.
They were rather large, considering her age, and firm with the young firmness that only a young girl's ripening tits can have. Her nipples were very large for the size of her tits, as if they had reached their full maturity a few years before the rest of her would catch up.
She had just come out of the bathtub, and the cool air in the house caused her nipples to stand up erectly. They were lovely nipples, and they pointed up in the air as they sat there on the supple young tits.
As she walked towards me, I noticed that her tits bounced slightly with her every step, and although I was young and ignorant of the ways of men and women, I felt a little hot feeling in my child's prick. It was a wonderful feeling.
When she got to within inches of me, she stopped to pat me on the head and ask me how I was doing. Her tits were a few inches above my head, and when I looked up at her my eyes couldn't help but rest on the silky looking undersides of her white globes.
"What are you looking at, Bobby?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
"These," I said, pointing up at her ripening tits.
"What are those?" she asked, teasing me and prodding me on at the same time.
I remembered that women were supposed to be able to give milk the same way cows did, but I didn't know how. Taking a wild guess, I uttered, "Udders?"
She broke into a huge laugh, and as her body shook in laughter, her tits jiggled around, one of them bumping inadvertently against my forehead.
The hard warm nipple and milk white breast felt lovely on my forehead, and I had to reach up and touch it. She was still laughing as my tiny hand caught hold of her nipple.
She jumped in surprise, and my hand lost its grip of the silky treasure.
"Hey, that's not for you to touch, little man. Only special people get to do that."
Although she was reprimanding me, I could see that she wasn't really angry. In fact, it seemed to me that she had actually enjoyed my touching her. I didn't understand what she meant by "special people" or who they might be. I imagined that there was a place she went to where there were lots of these special people, who had nothing better to do than to stand around all day and touch her nipples--with her approval.
"And they're not called udders, you silly little boy. Only cows have udders."
"Then what are they called?" I asked innocently.
She smiled and said "Knockers is what we call them. You'll learn other names for them when you're older, but knockers is good enough for now."
Then she patted me on the head again and started for her room. In the bathtub I thought a lot about this experience with by sister. Knockers was a funny thing to call them, I thought. As I was washing my prick, that good feeling returned for a second.
I knew that I had to find out more about this whole subject of knockers and bulls and cows and everything else that might go along with it.
A few days later, Alice, my oldest sister, came up to me after dinner and said, "Bobby, would you like to take a bath with me? It could be a lot of fun."
Remembering the delightful experience of a few days before, I consented eagerly. She took me into the bathroom, and we started filling the tub with steaming hot water that had been sitting in the big black cast iron kettle that hung over the fire.
When the tub was filled, she started undressing. I was so anxious to see her naked body again that I completely forgot that I too would have to take my clothes off. As she was pulling her jeans off, she looked at me and said, "Are you going to take a bath with your clothes on, silly boy, or do you want me to undress you?"
I was staring at the spot where her legs started branching out from her body. She had a little patch of thin, downy, light brown hair that matched in color the long hair on her head. It was much different than what I had, and I knew that somehow it was connected with the mysteries I'd been dreaming about for the past few nights.
When I failed to answer her, she finished pulling her jeans down and proceeded to undress me. As she was removing my little overalls, her hand brushed against my dick, sending a little shiver through my body. Then, as she removed my underpants, her hand once again came into contact with my little cock.
The feeling of her bare skin on my cock set me a'quivering. She patted me on the head, as if to say, "there's more where that came from."
We climbed into the bathtub together, and immediately she grabbed the soap and started soaping my body. She did my back first, lingering for a good long while on my tight little boy's ass. Once or twice she managed to get a soapy finger into the crack, and I giggled with delight.
"What's so funny?" she asked. "Do you like that?"
I nodded a definite yes.
She continued with her soapy fingers down my skinny legs. Then she turned me around and proceeded to soap the front of my legs. When she got to my prick she paused to get more soap on her fingers.
As she was soaping up her delicate, strong hands, I started imagining what the touch of her lubricated fingers on my prick would feel like. Without my even realizing it, my small prick had grown to its full erect size, which was nevertheless nothing to brag about.
Alice saw the little dance my cock was doing in the air, and she smiled and said, "Well, well, brother. What's happened here?"
I didn't know what she was referring to, until she slid her wet fingers around my small rod. It was almost enough to make me fall into the water with delight, but I managed to keep myself standing, if for no reason than that I wanted the great feeling to continue.
Her fingers glided smoothly around my cock. She made a little round '0' with her thumb and forefinger, and she was sliding it up and down my prick as slow as molasses in September. With her free hand she began to stroke my wet little scrotum, and my balls danced with pleasure.
She kept this up for a long time, occasionally moving a hand up and down my stomach for an additional thrill. She was bending over slightly, and her nipples were only inches from my bulging eyes.
"Can I do it to you, sis?" I asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," she replied with a smile of girlish delight.
So I got my hands good and soapy with the slippery homemade soap and I started to stroke her young body. I was a little afraid at first to touch her "knockers" because of what she had said the other day, but after I realized that she was enjoying my touch I got up my courage and slipped a few fingers up to the dewy underside of one of her young tits.
I pressed my fingers deep into the underside of her tit, and I was surprised to find how tight and firm it was, not at all like the soft, flaccid teats of the cows.
When my fingers arrived at her nipple, she gave a little moan.
"Oh, Bobby," she said, "keep doing that for a long time. It feels real good."
Her words were encouraging. I figured that somehow in the last few days I had been elevated to the position of a special person. In response, I placed my other hand on her other tit and started massaging them both at once.
I realized that something strange and wonderful was happening to her tits. The nipples seemed to be growing under the soapy touch of my fingers, and as they grew they began to feel better and better to my trembling fingertips.
"They're getting bigger." I said innocently.
"That happens when you do a good job," she said to me. I hardly recognized her voice--it was a low sort of moan, not much more than a whisper, and I'd never heard her sound like that before.
I took one of her nipples, which had become hard and stiff, between two of my fingertips and began to squeeze it. I had a feeling that it might hurt her if I squeezed too hard, so I increased the pressure very slowly.
"Yes, Bobby, do that, that's the best thing of all. Squeeze them harder, make me feel good." Her voice was hardly audible, and her logs were spread as wide as she could get them in the small tub. Then she turned the two of us so that her legs could open up along the length of the tub.
As she spread her legs wider, she thrust her furry little cunt forward, until it was touching my wet stomach. The wet patch of fuzz had an intoxicating effect on me, and when she started to move it around in little circles on my stomach I thought I would explode.
"Here," she whispered, "let me show you something" and with that she took one of my hands off her tit and placed it on her little twat. "Move your hand around, like you're doing with the other one."
I did as she asked. When I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed and her tongue was moving in quick little licks along her lower lip. At one point my hand accidentally slipped away from her cunt and slid down under to her asshole. She gave a little shout of delight, which she instantly silenced for fear of being overheard by another brother or sister.
"Oh, Bobby, let's do this all the time," she said to me. "I like it so much."
Then she kissed me lightly on the head. After a little more of our delightful, slippery playing she said, "We'd better be getting out soon--the others will be getting suspicious in a few minutes."
I didn't understand why they would be suspicious, unless what we were doing was bad, so I asked her, "Is what we're doing not a good thing, sis?"
"You wouldn't understand, Bobby. It's not a bad thing for me, but some of the others might not think it's so good. Let's keep it a little secret, just between you and me, okay?" I gladly consented--it made me feel big to have a secret with my oldest sister. Then we rinsed the soap off each other's bodies and stepped out of the tub. There were two big fluffy white towels, and we started drying each other. I felt the same feeling of pleasure as when mother used to dry me after giving a good warm bath.
When we left the bathroom another sister was waiting right outside the door. She gave us a strange look, but we pretended that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. After all, we had a secret.
Alice and I started taking baths together three times a week and more whenever we could.
We began to discover new things that brought pleasure. I found that if I stuck a finger into her furry slit she would give a little jump of pleasure and usually start to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud.
She, after soaping my cock for awhile, would suddenly rinse the soap off and start sucking it. She never did that for more than a minute or two, and I had the feeling that she was afraid of being seen by any of the others in case one of them happened to burst through the door.
One day someone did walk in as we were bathing together, my sister Linda. She was twelve at the time. She came in ready to take a bath, which is to say, naked. Fortunately, at the time that she came in Alice had not yet begun to suck my prick, but I was standing there with a little hard-on and my hands on Alice's nipples.
"What are you doing?" asked Linda.
I started to say, "Oh, nothing," but Alice knew Linda better than I did, and she said, "Why don't you come in and try it, Lin?"
Linda had an adventuresome spirit, and in no time she was with us in the tub.
I immediately lifted my soapy fingers to her tits, which were small, just beginning to bud. In fact, at that time they were more nipple than tit.
When my fingers touched her, she jumped away and said, "What are you trying to do, Bobby?" She looked to Alice for advice.
My older sister spoke softly and knowledgeably. "Let him touch you, Linda. I think you'll like it. I know that I do."
So Linda moved up next to me again, and I started soaping her little tits. They felt quite different than Alice's. They were as much like my tits as Alice's, to tell the truth, although I found that when I started gently moving my slithery fingertips over the surface of her nipples they began to grow firm and erect.
Alice was watching carefully as I made the nipples of the younger girl stand up. After a little while she could watch no longer.
"Listen, Bobby," said Alice, "you take the left one and I'll do the right one. It's not fair for you to have all the fun."
So we got to work together, each of us working on one of Linda's little tits.
"Oh, Alice, oh, Bobby, that's making me feel real good," she said in her cutest, most down-home way.
"That's the idea," said Alice.
Then she said to Linda, "Here, why don't you do it to Bobby too."
With that she took Linda's hand and guided it to my little prick, which was standing up with childish pleasure. Linda seemed surprised that it was hard, as she had never seen it that way before. In fact, she didn't even know that it could be that way.
"Why is it like that?" she asked, indicating my prick with a glance of her eyes and a light squeeze of her slippery fingers as they played with me.
"It's the same as you," said Alice, giving Linda's nipple a squeeze to show what she meant. "When it feels good it gets bigger. Then there's more for you to touch and it feels better and better."
"Then what?" asked Linda.
I had been thinking the same things myself--"Then what?" It seemed that there must be more to it than all this touching, but I had no idea what.
"I can't tell you now," said Alice.
I had a feeling that she wasn't sure herself what the next step was, but I was in no position to confront her with it, as I myself was totally ignorant.
Linda got the hang of it very quickly. Her hand soon discovered my balls, and that made me feel great. I started stroking her little pussy, which was only just beginning to show a slight growth of pubescent down. A little quiver of delight passed through her body, and she said, "Oh, Alice, that feels so good--does he ever do that to you?"
"Once in a while," said Alice with a wink to me.
She didn't want Linda to know that we'd been doing this for quite awhile before we were discovered.
We discovered that there were all kinds of variations to what we could do in the tub. Sometimes I would stand in back of Linda, our bodies both covered with soap, and I would run my hands up and down the front of her body and press my prick to her tight young ass. At the same time, Alice would be standing behind me, rubbing her tits against the back of my neck and rubbing my body with her slick fingers.
The three of us continued bathing like this for two months or more, and no one else in the family was any the wiser.
CHAPTER TWO - A PEEK IN ALICE'S DIARY
Alice went to a dance one night at a local school. A rich boy from the nearest town had invited her, and he came to pick her up in his new Duisenberg convertible.
We had never seen such a classy car before, and all of us ran out of the house to get a closer look at the car. It was a beautiful machine, painted a bright yellow with red wire wheels and great big tires. The boy who owned the car was named Louis McFarland the Third, and he was a tall, handsome, dark haired chap who was nineteen years old and had seen the world.
Alice was thrilled that such a good looking, handsome young man would even consider asking her out. Mother warned her not to get in any 'trouble', but Alice was so excited that she hardly even listened.
She was dressed in her Sunday best, a pretty light blue dress with white frills and a low cut bodice, considered rather daring in those days, which showed a glimpse of Alice's young cleavage.
Even I, who knew her body so well, was excited at the sight of her in that dress. For the first time, I realized that she was almost a full grown woman.
I noticed that there was a blanket and two pillows in the back seat of the Duisenberg. When I asked Louis what they were for, he winked at me and said, "Oh, that's in case the car gets stuck somewhere on a dark country road, and we have to sit there in the cold until someone comes along to help us out."
"Does that happen a lot?" I asked, surprised that such a fine car would ever get stuck.
"Often enough, my boy, often enough," he said with a sly grin. I realized that he had something on his mind other than the car getting stuck, but I didn't know what.
Mother waited up late for Alice. Eventually, she grew tired and went to bed, mumbling under her breath something about "Young whippersnappers nowadays."
I was trying to keep myself awake, sensing that something unusual was happening to Alice. I wanted to be awake when she came in.
When the front door opened it was almost two in the morning. I was asleep, but the sound of the door woke me up. I could hear Alice tiptoeing around the house. I could tell that she was being super careful not to wake anyone up.
When I knew that she was in her room, I snuck out of bed, tiptoed over to her room, and stole a look through the large keyhole. At first I couldn't see her, but then she popped into view. She was taking her dress off.
The first thing I realized was that die was wearing no underwear. This was a surprise, as I knew she had left the house wearing a bra and a pair of lace bloomers under her dress.
The next thing I noticed was that there seemed to be a bunch of small bruises around her neck. Her breasts, too, seemed to have one or two little bruises, near the nipples.
Then I looked down towards her cunt, and was shocked to find that there were trace of freshly dried blood in her little furry pie and the surrounding soft skin. I was suddenly tremendously pissed off at Louis McFarland the Third. In fact, I decided that as soon as I was strong enough I would break his fucking head.
But Alice didn't seem to be upset. In fact, she seemed to be on a cloud, humming a little tune, running her hands up and down her body, absentmindedly dropping her clothes wherever she happened to be standing.
I didn't understand.
Then I saw her sit down at her desk and take her little red diary out of the right hand drawer. Then she went over to her dresser, took out a little box, and withdrew a key from the box, which she used to open the diary. I knew where the diary was before, but I had never been able to find the key.
She started writing, and continued for a long time, stopping very often to think about what she was going to say next. I decided that as soon as I could I would sneak into her room and read what she was writing.
The next day I pretended to be sick, and while everyone else was out working the farm, I got to stay in bed. Momma always babied me anyway, as I was the youngest. When I knew that no one was around I snuck into Alice's room and found the diary and key.
Rather than describe what she wrote, I will give it to you word for word: "Dear diary, Louis McFarland took me to a dance at the Central School tonight. Oh, diary, he's such a dream, so tall and good looking, and his car is beautiful too. He put his arm around me when I got in the car, and it felt so good that I was tingling.
About half way to the school he stopped his car at the side of the road and turned to me.
'You're a lovely girl,' he said. His eyes looked right into mine.
His arm slipped down so that it was pressing on my tit. I moved it away, but he put it right back, even tighter. I guess he knew that I really didn't want to stop him.
'You didn't really want to go to that silly dance, did you?' he said. I knew that he had something better on his mind and I told him that I didn't like dances that much anyway--that I really wanted to spend the night quietly with him.
He started the car and drove to a secluded part of his father's estate. He told me that no one would see us there, and even if they did it wouldn't matter as it was his home.
Before I knew what was happening, he had me in the back seat. He spread out the blanket on the seat, and made me lie down on it. Then he started unbuttoning my dress.
'No, don't do that,' I said.
'All right, if that's the way you want to be, I'll take you right home. I thought you wanted to have a good time,' he said.
I knew that he meant what he said, so I decided to go along with him. Anyway, I was beginning to enjoy it.
He quickly had my dress down to my waist, and he unsnapped my bra like it was something he did every day, which he probably did. Before I knew it, he was pressing his Ups to my nipples. It felt so good, diary. When he started sucking them, I thought I would die. Then he brought his face to mine and started soul kissing me, sticking his tongue far down my throat.
I've never felt anything like that before. As he kissed me, he moved his hips into position over mine, so that his cock was directly over my pussy. I knew it was, because I could feel it through my dress and his pants. He started moving his hips so that his prick was pressing into my cunt and making me feel so good.
I started to moan after a while, not even knowing that I was doing it. He stopped and asked me if he had hurt me. When I told him that it felt good, he smiled and thrust his hot tongue down my throat again.
Then he started humping with a passion. With one of his hands he started feeling me up, pressing on my tits and rubbing my nipples until they were hard and stiff in his beautiful hands.
My body was beginning to move with his. I couldn't help it. When he felt my cunt pushing back on his prick, he increased the pressure. He was panting, and I knew that I was making him feel good. Then his body gave a big heave and he stopped moving for a while. Then he spoke to me.
'Darling,' he said, 'I just came in my pants, and you did it. Aren't you proud of yourself?' I had to admit that I was. I was too hot now to talk, though, and I put my hand over his prick. His pants were a little damp there, and I could feel something throbbing underneath.
He reached down and opened his fly, pulling out his erection. Oh, diary, it was so big, it frightened me. It was hard and reddish, and there was some of his come on the tip. He put my hand around it. It was as hard as a rock. I couldn't understand how it could possibly fit inside of me, and I was worried.
'Suck it,' he said, and I did. It had a kind of salty taste, and it was smooth and wet. It felt so good in my mouth, and I felt my tongue doing things to it, as if my tongue had a life of its own.
He was beginning to pant again, and his prick was throbbing in my mouth. I didn't know what a real man's prick could be like--the only one I'd ever sucked before was little Bobby's.
Suddenly Louis sat up and started taking my dress off. He was hot and bothered, and he almost ripped the dress. Then he told me to take his trousers off, which I was glad to do. Oh, diary, when I saw the huge bush of hair around his prick, so curly and furry, I almost cried.
He put his fingers on my twat and started rubbing the outside. It felt so good! I could feel my juices starting to flow, and I grabbed his hand and pushed one of his fingers inside my cunt. It hit my clitoris on the way in, and a spasm of torrid joy shook my body.
I was getting downright lustful as his experienced fingers worked their magic way around my dark canal, and I could feel the lubrication of my pussy juice on his fingers.
Then he pulled his hand out. I thought he was finished for the night at first, until I realized that he was going to eat me out. Oh, diary, when his tongue entered my slit it felt so good! It jumped and dived around inside of me, and my cream must have been pouring into his mouth.
A hot new feeling was burning in my cunt. I realized that I might have an orgasm soon. It was like going on a roller coaster that never ended.
He stopped eating me and placed his lips back on mine. He was dripping with juice, and it tasted good as his tongue rolled around in my mouth. He started biting my lips, and I knew that he was really hot.
Suddenly I felt something at the gates of my twat. His prick was trying to push its way in, and was having a hard time of it.
'Louis, I have something I must tell you,' I whispered into his ear. 'I'm a virgin.' He seemed surprised, and he said that he would try not to hurt me, but it might hurt anyway. Then he told me to lick his cock again to get it good and lubricated.
I put my tongue on the tip of his cock. The little ridge near the tip tasted so good, I just wanted to eat it, or keep sucking it all night. But then he pulled it out of my mouth and down to my aching cunt again, quickly so it wouldn't get dried in the nighttime air.
It slipped in smoothly this time,-for the first inch, anyway. He didn't push it any further at first. Instead, he twirled it around the beginning of my pussy, which felt good. He made sure to touch my clit each time he spun his throbbing dick around, and the sensation was unbearably delicious. He did this for an extremely long time, until I was just moaning and jumping all over the back seat.
I could feel the hot juice beginning to drip out of my cunt and onto the blanket, and I felt like a woman.
'Take me, take me!' I cried, 'Don't wait any longer, do it now! come inside of me.' I was holding his ass with my hands. I think I was digging my nails into him, I was so passionate. I pulled him towards me as hard as I could, and I felt his hard cock bump into my cherry. I pulled him again and again, and it felt like my maidenhead was about to give away.
Suddenly, with one hard jab of his tool, he broke through. Oh, diary, how it hurt! But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt when his pleasure pole met the dripping innards of my pussy. My ass was jumping up and down on the seat, and with each movement a new wave of passion shot through my body.
One of his hands was holding the side of my ass, and the other one crept up my trembling body until it was in contact with my tittie. He grabbed hold of a nipple and started squeezing. He squeezed it so hard, and normally I would have been in pain, but this time it just felt so good. I didn't want him to stop squeezing!
I found myself babbling things like 'Fuck me, fuck me baby, do it like you've never done it before!' He didn't say anything, he just fucked me harder and harder. His chest, which is big and strong and covered with a light coating of downy fuzz, was beating against my tits as his hand squeezed my nipple. We were both sweating like crazy, and it was running in little rivulets down between my boobs.
All of a sudden he was moving like an engine, back and forth at impossible speeds, and I lost control of myself. My arms were thrashing wildly, and scratching his back with my fingernails until there were a few spots of blood.
He started biting my neck in a voluptuous frenzy, and it felt so good I didn't want him to stop. My cunt seemed to be moving with a will of its own now.
Then everything was exploding in waves of red that came in rhythm with our pulsating, kicking, writhing bodies. I felt like I was falling into a deep lustful pit from which I'd never return. His cock felt like it was coming all the way up inside of me, and had finally gotten to my brain.
I thought I was going insane.
Then, from the back of my spine, a new hot wave started rolling through my hot body, and I knew that this was it. My cream was spurting inside my pussy, and his tool showed no sign of letting up.
I heard myself saying, 'Oh. Louis, I'm coming now, I'm coming darling, don't stop!' I was desperate. If he had stopped then, diary, I certainly would have died.
I came in wave after gushing wave. My body was gyrating wildly, and his fingers were still working on my nipples, which became hotter and bigger than they've ever been.
Then I felt Louis' body writhing in a new way, a slower spasmodic throbbing. I knew that he was about to come.
I felt his cock thrust deep inside of me, and I felt it tremble like a gun about to be fired. Then his body gave a gigantic heave and I felt his cream shoot into me and mingle with my own juices. Oh, diary, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
After he came his body was suddenly relaxed, and he lay there on top of me like a little boy, breathing deeply. It was as if he were asleep, and in fact, I thought he had fallen asleep.
But then I heard him mumble, 'Oh, Alice, that was one of the best fucks I've ever had. For a virgin you really knew your stuff. Who have you been practicing on?' He said it as a joke, but I felt myself blush. I thought of the many hours that Bobby, Linda, and I have spent touching each other in the bath tub. But I didn't tell him about it. After all, we promised that we wouldn't tell anyone about it.
So I just said to him, 'Any woman would have done the same, Louis. It was your prick that got me going.' He gave me a big hug, and then he started to suck my nipples. He ran his tongue all over my tits, and though I was tired, I was beginning to feel like I could do it once again, especially when his tongue touched my sensitive nipples.
In a minute he had turned around and was eating me out again. I didn't think he would do it with my cunt all full of come, but he didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it even more.
I took his prick in my mouth as he ran his tongue around the inside of my cunt. His prick was not quite hard, and it thrilled me to feel it growing right in my mouth. It was like magic. All I had to do was keep sucking and licking and it grew harder and bigger.
I thought he would stop what he was doing after a short while and start fucking me again. I certainly was ready!. But instead he stayed where he was. I soon found that the touch of his tongue on my cuntlips was just as thrilling as his prick had been, if not more so.
Our bodies were beginning to throb together, and I knew that I would come again. His hard cock was jumping up and down in my mouth, and every time I licked or sucked it, it started a new series of jumps.
His tongue was beginning to move around very fast now, and somehow his lips seemed to grab a hold of my clitoris. It was impossible for me to keep from going into a spasm of electric pleasure. This seemed to spur him on, for his tongue and hot lips started doing things to me I had never imagined to be possible.
He managed to sneak one of his hands under my ass, and was playing with my crack. His fingers were slowly moving in the direction of my asshole, and when they got there, a finger tried to thrust its way in.
It was a little too dry, I guess, and he brought his hand around to my cunt to borrow some of its lubricating juice. Then he brought it back to my ass and managed to slip it in a little way. At first it hurt, but after a while it began to feel all right.
When he started to wiggle it around, I realized that it would send me into another orgasm. I was right, In a few minutes my body was writhing heavily with desire, and my juices were flowing into his longing mouth. His cock was pulsating in my mouth, and I could feel every new wave of hot blood rush into it.
Suddenly I came off. It was as if all my energy and mind went flying out of my cunt at the same time. My lips were fluttering wildly on his prick, which was right on the verge.
When he came it was like a flood of warm oil gushing into my mouth. I couldn't believe how much there was. I thought I would choke on it. Luckily I was able to swallow it before a new wave came rushing in.
I think there were three waves of come, but I don't really know. All I know is that I thought he would never stop coming. Oh, diary, it was amazing... " I heard someone coming in the door of the house, so I quickly closed sis' diary and ran to her room. I managed to hide it before anyone saw me, although I didn't quite finish reading the torrid passage.
My young mind was spinning. Although everything I read was new to me, there was something very familiar about it all, as if I'd known it all along.
Anyway, I now knew what the next step after tub petting was.
When she came in from working in the fields, I noticed that Alice was still wearing the same dreamy expression she had had on her face the previous night. I was beginning to understand that what she had done the night before had a tremendous influence on her life.
I knew that I wanted to try the same thing myself sometime.
Unfortunately, Alice stopped taking baths with me. She began to see Louis about twice or three times a week, and I had a good idea of what was going on between them. She would always come home looking exhausted and happy.
I was secretly envious of her, although I didn't show it. It was clear that Louis could give her far more satisfaction than I was able to give her in the tub, and though I wasn't exactly jealous of him, I just wished that she would pay some attention to me once in a while.
CHAPTER THREE - THE COUNTRY FAIR
When Alice stopped bathing with me, I thought that at least Linda would continue with our pleasurable adventures.
But she was afraid to do it without her older sister, and I was back to bathing alone again. I had to content myself with watching my sisters walking around the house, watching their little naked tits bounce as they walked.
One day my older brother John, who was fifteen, invited me and my sisters, Randy (who was fourteen) and Jo Ann (who was only nine) to come to the country fair with him. His girl friend, a beautiful country girl named Mary Sue, persuaded her father to lend her his tractor and wagon for the day, and there was room for all of us to get in.
The fair was a typical, boring country fair, except for one thing--in a corner of the fairgrounds was a little booth that had written across it the caption "Little Jordania, Exotic Dancer."
John said that we might as well spend our money on that as anything else, so we all went in. I was amazed to find that Little Jordania was a lithe nineteen year old girl with black hair down to her waist. She was wearing a tiny bikini and she held two large feathered fans while she danced.
Midway through the dance, she said, "Here's a little extra treat for the boys" and she quickly unsnapped the little black bra and covered her supple, firm tits with a fan. She teased us by exposing her dark nipples to us for a second or two at a time, enough for us to have a glimpse of what she had but not really long enough to drink it all in.
I noticed that John was slipping his arm around his girl Mary Sue. Once in awhile I saw his hand brush her tit, and she squirmed a little to avoid the contact. He was getting pretty hot at the sight of the dancing girl, and it was obvious that Mary Sue didn't like it one bit.
We watched the girl dance until she stopped, and then we piled onto the tractor and trailer for the trip back home. Mary Sue was driving, and John kept trying to feel her up as she drove.
When we were a few minutes away from our house, John whispered to me and my sisters Randy and Jo Ann, "Would you all like to help me out when we get home? I want to do something to Mary Sue, but I can't do it alone."
We had a great deal of family spirit, and we all said yes without knowing what it was all about.
When we got to the house, John invited Mary Sue in for a while, and she agreed to come in, but just for a little while. She walked in ahead of us, and John turned to us and whispered "Just pretend that you're wrestling with her and do as I tell you."
John was very lucky that there was no one else in the house at the time. He brought Mary Sue to the room that he shared with our other brother Dick, who was thirteen. As soon as she was in the room, John whispered "Pin her down on the bed."
I had a vague idea that it was the wrong thing to be doing, but John was my brother and I did what he asked. Jo Ann, Randy and I threw Mary Sue down on the bed and held her as tight as we could. John was instantly on top of her.
She was lying face down, and it was difficult for him to get her belt unbuckled without letting her up, but somehow he managed. Then he tore the worn blue jeans off her body. She was wearing a very ordinary pair of white underpants, if I remember correctly, and John had them down in no time flat.
She had a beautiful, large ass, and the way she was kicking and thrashing about made it jump around delightfully. I decided that even if this wasn't the right thing to be doing, it would still be an interesting experience.
"Hold her there for a second," John said as he undid his own jeans. He had a little trouble getting them off over his boots, which in his haste he had neglected to remove, but soon his hard joint was out in the open and ready for anything.
I had never seen him with an erection, and I marveled at the size of it. Although he was only fifteen, he had a man sized cock. I saw what Alice meant when she said that Louis' cock looked like it was big enough to split her open. It was downright menacing, to my young frame of reference.
When Mary Sue saw it, she almost fainted--whether from fear or delight I'll never know. She was still trying to escape, but somehow it seemed to be getting easier to keep her there.
All of a sudden, however, she managed to get a hold of Randy's shirt. The buttons ripped off as Mary Sue's strong arm pulled on the shirt as hard as she could. Randy's first reaction was to cover her beautiful tits as they popped into view, but John said, "Don't worry about that now--hold her down."
So Randy forgot about her tits and got back to the job of keeping Mary Sue from escaping her fate.
John jumped on top of the thrashing farm girl and started rubbing his erect rod up and down the delightful crevice of her ass. The girl seemed to slow down a little as she felt the hard velvet prick touch her sensitive skin.
"Lift her ass up!" commanded John.
At first I didn't know what he meant, but then I got the idea. I reached my hand under the upper part of her gleaming thighs and started to lift. My hand accidentally rubbed against her pussy in the confusion, and a finger or two slipped inside her soft cunt. It was hot and, to my surprise, wet.
When I got her ass up in the air (which wasn't very difficult--she seemed to be helping me along) John took a hold of his prick with one hand and tried to pry her thighs apart with the other. He got them separated with little effort, climbed in between her thighs, and aimed his arrow.
Randy and Jo Ann were watching in fascination.
I noticed that Randy's nipples had gotten a little harder in all the excitement. They looked mighty good to me, and I tried to figure out a way to get my hands on them before the day was through.
Jo Ann let go of Mary Sue for a second, and she unbuttoned her shirt the way Randy's was. She didn't have much in the way of tits, little nipples that were just beginning to burgeon into a woman's tits, but they excited me anyway.
John had gotten his joint up to the lips of Mary Sue's hot pussy, and was trying to force his way in. It seemed to be a bit of a struggle. Remembering Alice's diary entry, I decided that Mary Sue must be a virgin.
But whether she was or wasn't, John didn't waste his time about it. He gave one hard shove of his body and I watched his prick slip deep into the furry snatch.
Mary Sue screamed and thrashed. I couldn't hold her up, and she fell flat on the bed. John was still inside of her, and he was angry, as her fall had hurt his throbbing root. So he picked her ass forcibly up off the bed and began to rut with all he had.
It was amazing to watch. It looked just like the scene I had witnessed between the bull and the cow. John was moving as I had never seen him move, and Mary Sue was beginning to heave and sob. It was obvious that she had given up her efforts to escape.
Randy, in the meantime, was hypnotized by the unusual proceedings. She let go of Mary Sue, who by this time didn't need to be held any more anyway, and she hastily pulled off her jeans to reveal a light fluffy wisp of pubic hair. She put her cunt next to the head of Mary Sue and began to move her pussy in the other girl's long brown hair.
At first Mary Sue didn't comprehend what Randy was doing, but John's prick was sending ineluctable messages to her brain, and she was beginning to enjoy it, much to her surprise. She started rubbing her head in such a way as to stimulate Randy's young cunt even more.
Randy closed her eyes and opened her mouth as Mary Sue's head sent vibrations of pleasure through her body. Watching Randy move was a pleasure. Her supple body undulated in soft muscular ripples as her little twat gyrated at its own speed.
I let go of Mary Sue, who was beginning to make sounds that I knew, inexperienced though I was, were sounds of pleasure and not of pain. I stood on the floor behind where Randy was kneeling on the bed and I put my arms around her small waist.
She didn't react to me at all, so I figured that she didn't mind my being there. I started moving my hands up the front of her taut body, lingering long on her flat stomach. Then I let my fingers reach the underside of her tits.
"Oh, Bobby," she said, "that's good."
I was thrilled that she noticed, and I moved my longing fingers up a little more until they were on her nipples. I squeezed her tits, just to check out their consistency, and I found that they were firm, soft, and beautiful.
When I started to caress her nipples with my fingertips, Randy quivered with delight. I started watching her small, tight little ass gyrate. An inspiring sight!
As I was watching Randy's ass, I happened to catch a glimpse of Mary Sue's face, which was just next to Randy's pussy. Mary Sue had turned her head so that her cheek rather than her hair was touching Randy's moving quim.
Mary Sue had the most incredible expression on her face. Her eyes were wide open, her nostrils were flared like those of a mare in heat, and her mouth was opened in a pout which I found strangely attractive. Her teeth were biting her lower lip. Her entire face was contorted and she looked as if she were just about to burst.
Then I saw her open her mouth wide and flick her red tongue until it connected with the upper part of Randy's creamy white thigh. She kept licking and licking, and Randy seemed to be enjoying this new thrill.
"Inside, inside!" shouted Randy.
I didn't know what she was talking about. In fact, I thought that she had gone temporarily insane and was babbling heated nonsense.
But Mary Sue understood, and she thrust her tongue into the rosy lips of Randy's expectant cunt. A large shock wave shot through my sister's body, and I lost my grip on one of her tits.
I watched Mary Sue's tongue go to it as John continued fucking her from the rear. She seemed to be enjoying the taste of Randy's wet pussy as much as Randy was enjoying the touch of her tongue. I looked over at John, and his face was red and struggling. When he saw that I was looking, he gave me a wink, as if to say, "Good work, little brother."
Suddenly I felt a cool hand on my back. I turned around and it was sister Jo Ann. Without my noticing, she had let go of Mary Sue, taken off her own jeans, and come around behind me.
"Don't you like me anymore, Bobby?" she asked me with a cute little pout on her face.
Although she was two years older than I, we were about the same size. I turned around to have a better look at her body, and my prick, which was as firm as it ever had been, rubbed against her leg and stopped an inch from the doors of her girlish cunt.
Without waiting for another cue, I put my arms around her and held her close. She did the same to me, and it felt really nice. After we had held each other like this for a while, I felt her hips moving closer to mine, her loins pressing close and hard. My prick was being squeezed between our two young bodies, and it felt warm and good.
"Oh, Bobby," she whispered, "I never thought we could feel so good together."
When she had finished whispering, I felt her tongue creep into my ear. At first I didn't like the feeling, but after a while our entire bodies were rubbing and everything was feeling good.
For a minute we turned and watched John rutting the voluptuous Mary Sue. They were both moving together now, their bodies locked into a common orgasmic rhythm. It was a lovely sight, especially with Randy there, rubbing her cunt on Mary Sue's head and being licked by the farm girl's warm tongue.
I turned back to my sister and started pressing my prick up against her body. She surprised me by attacking my lips with her tongue and teeth, and in no time our mouths were open wide and our tongues were dancing and thrashing together.
I felt one of her hands slip around my ass and start to squeeze and pinch. The pinches, far from hurting or annoying me, served only to increase my innocent passion.
"Jo Ann," I whispered into her ear, "this is the best thing in the world."
But before she had a chance to respond, we both heard a strange whimper from the bed. We turned to see John writhing in ecstasy, his eyes closed tightly and his arms clenched around Mary Sue's stomach. He was moving at an incredible pace, but suddenly he stopped, shuddered, and seemingly exploded.
"Oh, baby! I'm coming, I'm coming... " he blurted out.
"So this is an orgasm," I thought. It looked like fun.
Then Mary Sue started to moan "Me too, me too, oh, John!"
She started to heave and shake her ass. The two of them seemed to be suffering an attack of some strange form of nervous disease, they were so out of control. John's hands had involuntarily traveled up to her tits, and were squeezing them hard.
"Oh, yes John!" she cried between her heaves and moans.
"Wow," I thought, "she really likes it." I was surprised, especially considering the means my brother had used to get her into the bed.
The two of them heaved one last long heave, and collapsed on the bed. John lay there on top of Mary Sue for a long time, neither of them saying a word. Randy was still kneeling at the head of the bed, and she seemed to be unsatisfied.
I watched her hand move down to her pussy and start rubbing the little bush with gentle, tentative strokes. It seemed to be something that she had never done before, and she wasn't quite sure if she was doing the right thing.
"I can help you," I said to her.
She was a little annoyed with me for having the gall to watch her attempt at masturbation. "What do you know? You're just a little punk kid."
It didn't really bother me when she said this, I guess because I didn't feel like a little punk kid. It's hard to say exactly what I did feel like--maybe it was just that I was beginning to learn some of the secrets of life and felt my childhood innocence falling away.
Without bothering to respond to her insult, I came up behind her and quickly put my hand over her pussy. Then I slipped a finger onto her pussylips and started moving it around. I was lucky enough to hit her clitoris on the first try (I didn't actually know where it was, I was just lucky) and she jumped with the thrill.
That was all it took.
She didn't say another word to me about my being a punk kid. She just closed her eyes and let me do whatever I wanted with her pussy. It was pretty damp when I first put my finger in, but as soon as I got going her juices started flowing profusely.
Her cunt was very small and tender in my hand. The lips felt almost like the petals of a flower, but fleshier and damper. She was opening and closing her legs a little as she sat there, and my fingers were gently squeezed and released by her pussy.
I couldn't resist her tits. They were so firm and up-pointing, and by this time the tips were hard with desire. I squeezed and fondled them until she was panting, and then I got onto the bed in front of her and started sucking her tits.
"Can I help?" asked Jo Ann, who I had left for the bounty of Randy's beautiful body.
I raised my lips from Randy's tits for just long enough to utter a short "Yes" and then I got back to my meal.
Jo Ann was basically a shy person, but she didn't hesitate to come over and put a finger or two into Randy's fluffy cunt pie. I felt my sister's body shudder under my lips as my other sister's hand sought and found her sensitive spot.
"Oh, yes Bobby, yes, Jo Ann, do it to me, do it!" she squealed ecstatically.
John and Mary Sue by this time were beginning to regain their senses, and John began to watch us in wonder.
"Geez," he said, "I didn't know you kids were that far advanced. I didn't have any nookie until I was fourteen, and look at you! Bobby's seven and Jo Ann's nine! And Randy is certainly no old maid."
But we didn't pay him any attention, as what we were doing was much more interesting than what he was saying.
Mary Sue managed to twist around under John so that she didn't have to look at us upside down. When she had a clear look at what we were doing, she was shocked.
"That's what you call disgusting!" she shouted. "Ecch! There's something wrong with this family. You're all a bunch of sex maniacs, that's what you are."
True, she wasn't being very kind, but Randy, Jo Ann, and I were too involved with each other to take it seriously.
But John was getting a worried look on his face. The chick was beginning to writhe under him, not for the purpose of stimulation but for the purpose of escape.
"Hey, baby," John said, "what's the matter with my little darlin?"
"You're all a bunch of freaks, that's what you are," she said with an insane glint in her eye.
She had gotten herself out from under John and was looking for her jeans, which were difficult to find as there were four other pairs of jeans strewn about the room. I noticed that while John was fucking her her shirt had come undone, exposing a large round pair of white farm girl tits with big pink nipples.
I thought it was strange that her nipples were sticking up firm and stiff although she claimed to be disgusted by the whole thing, but I didn't give it any thought.
John was beginning to get that worried look on his face. "Baby, please don't go," he pleaded.
"You and your fuckin' family," she sneered. "I'm going to get as far away from here as I can."
"Oh, my Mary Sue, don't go home yet, please," he cried. To tell you the truth, his whimpering was beginning to disgust me.
"Home, shit! I'm going to get farther away than that. I'm going to New Orleans to stay with my aunt there. I don't want anything to do with you all. She was growing more and more spiteful, and it was getting to be a pain in the ass. I couldn't even suck my sister's tits in peace.
Mary finally found her jeans on the bottom of the pile. She hastily pulled them on, buckled them and buttoned her shirt. She was wearing the frown of an old librarian who had just busted someone for talking in the library.
John got off the bed and was standing on the floor, making like he was helping Mary Sue find her shoes. He looked ludicrous, standing there with a bright red semi-hard-on dripping come onto his old brown leather boots.
He was practically in tears. "Oh, my Mary Sue, I apologise, I'll never touch you again, I promise. Oh darling, don't leave me now, I need you so much," he whimpered.
But she was playing it for all it was worth, and the more he whimpered, the colder she became.
"I don't expect I'll ever see you or your disgusting brothers and sisters again," she told him sternly.
By this time, Randy, Jo Ann, and I had forgotten about the sex we were having. It's impossible to go on under conditions like that. When Mary Sue spoke, we all broke down in laughter (all except John, that is). The sternness of her voice just didn't fit the good mood the three of us were in.
When Mary Sue found her boots, she stomped out the door without another word. Like a reliable lap dog, John ran after her. Through the window of the room we watched her get on her father's tractor, start the engine, and slowly move on away from the house. John was running alongside the tractor, and we could hear him shouting things like, "Oh, I love you so, oh baby please don't go, Mary, Mary, no, please no!"
He sounded foolish to me, but I was only seven and just beginning to learn what it's all about.
"Boy," I said to my sisters, "I hope that never happens to me. I wonder why she didn't like us."
Randy said, "I think she's just a prude who doesn't like to have a good time."
"She looked like she was enjoying it while John was fucking her," said my sister Jo Ann.
For some reason that struck the three of us as very funny, and we fell down on the bed laughing, as kids sometimes will. My hand landed on Randy's tit, and it felt really good. So I started playing with her nipples again.
Jo Ann saw what was going on and she started rubbing my little pecker, her hand coming up between my legs from the rear. Randy's nipples were growing hard again. I now knew that that was a sure sign that I was turning her on, so I started doing other things as well.
I put a couple of fingers into her cunt, for example, and started her juices flowing. Let me tell you that it doesn't take much to get my sister Randy's juices flowing. She's a hot little thing.
Jo Ann was catching on, and her fingers were stimulating my prick until it stuck up to its full size. My prick was nothing in comparison to the large hairy rod of my brother, and I was a little ashamed.
"I can't wait till I grow up," I said to my sisters.
"What's wrong with the way you are now?" asked Jo Ann.
"Oh, I'd just like to have a big prick like John's. I don't even have any hair yet," I said.
"You will, soon enough," Randy said encouragingly. "And you know what, Bobby? When you do, I want to be there to help you try it out. You know so much already--in a few years you'll be a regular Don Juan."
That made me feel much better, and I forgot about my small physical dimensions and continued fondling my sisters. I had gotten to a position where I was lying on top of Randy, my prick on her stomach, while Jo Ann was on top of me, rubbing her little pussy on my ass.
All of a sudden we were shocked by a voice from the direction of the doorway.
"It's so nice to see brothers and sisters that aren't fighting with each other all the time."
It was mother's voice.
CHAPTER FOUR - FAMILY CIRCLE
In my eighth year, I started becoming aware of many changes that were beginning to happen around the farm.
A new aluminum and plastic factory had been built about ten miles away from our farm, and people from other places were beginning to buy land and build houses near the factory. As our farm wasn't doing too well, mother decided to sell off some of the lower forty acres to a 'land development' company.
New streets and avenues were being built around the farm, and the electric and telephone companies were sticking their poles into our land. In some ways it was very unpleasant for us to be watching the old landscape disappearing, but I discovered that the new one could be just as good.
The first new family that moved into the newly created neighborhood consisted of a father, a mother and a beautiful girl of fifteen. She would walk past our house now and then, and I'd watch her proud tits bouncing freely under her lightweight shirt. It seemed that she never wore a bra--most country girls in those days didn't start wearing them until they were sixteen or seventeen.
I longed to meet her, but she was almost twice my age. There is no fifteen year old girl in the world who wants to be seen with an eight year old boy, and I didn't want to suffer the humiliation of trying.
Fortunately, I had my family to fall back upon.
I began taking baths with Jo Ann and Randy soon after the incident with Mary Sue. They were delightful bath partners. It soon happened that my oldest brother, Teddy, who was seventeen, started joining us occasionally.
Teddy was just about full grown and had a large, man sized prick that was even bigger than brother John's. I was astounded at its size when he got his first hard-on in the bathtub. Randy almost fainted with delight--she wanted to get fucked, and unfortunately I was a little too young to help her out much.
What usually happened in the bathtub was that Randy and Ted would keep to each other, as would Jo Ann and I. A lot of the time we would just watch what the older ones were doing.
Randy was learning some new tricks that Ted, who had been around a little bit, had showed her. I felt my body tingle as I watched Randy slide her tongue down Teddy's body, starting with his dripping wet chest and moving slowly down to his throbbing rod. She would run her tongue up and down the barrel, lingering for a long time at the soft tip as her fingers, covered with soap, began to touch his balls and asshole.
He would stand there with closed eyes, holding on to the stainless steel towel rack, with a low, steady moan of pleasure emanating from his throat. The more Randy did, the louder his moan became, until he shot a load of hot cream into her mouth.
Then he would put his arms around her head as she knelt there, and she would attempt to swallow the mouthful of jism, most of the time losing some of it to the bath water.
I would usually turn to Jo Ann and either do the same thing to her or have her do it to me. Of course, we didn't come, but there are very few kids who do.
Most of the time, after Teddy had come in Randy's mouth, the two of them would get covered with soap and start hugging, caressing, and otherwise stimulating me and Jo Ann. Once in a while Randy would put my prick in her mouth and rub my balls with soap, the same way she had done it to Teddy, and that made me feel really good.
Sometimes while she was doing this Teddy and Jo Ann would start touching other parts of my body--my ass, back, ears, nipples... That was one of the best feelings of all.
The bathroom would get all steamy so you could only see a few feet in front of you, and it was a warm, damp, good feeling to be in intimate contact with all those warm, friendly, naked bodies. At moments like that I had no desire to leave the warmth of my family circle.
There was a new mood in our house. We were all spending more time naked, for one thing. In the morning we didn't usually get dressed until after we had eaten breakfast, unless it was a very cold morning. In the summertime we would have naked picnics on the little lawn in front of the house. The neighborhood was still far enough away to allow us that luxury.
Even mother, who had never allowed herself to be seen naked for some reason, began to wear less and less. The morning she walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but one of father's old sleeveless undershirts, I almost died.
I had seen quite a few pairs of tits by then, but nothing I ever saw could have held a candle to even the outlines of mother's.
Her tits were just the right size, not so big that they sagged down to her waist, but plenty bigger than any I had even seen before. And they were firm and young looking, upturned a little but not with the pubescent angle of a thirteen year old's. I could see her nipples just a little bit through the thin shirt.
They were dark behind the white shirt, and I could see that the very tips were slightly hard and sticking up a little through the thin covering. The thing that I like best about her tits was that they didn't seem to be pointing straight out in front of her, but rather they were each aimed a little to the side. They seemed to be saying that no one person could possess them both at once.
At that point, all I even wanted was one. Just a little touch was all I wanted, just a chance to feel those immaculate globes. A little taste would have been enough to satisfy me for life.
Mother noticed how I was staring at her, and she shook her long blond tresses seductively, so that her boobs were now completely hidden from my sight by her silky hair.
"I think that I should dress like everyone else in this house," she said. "After all, you are my children, and there's no reason to separate myself from you all in anyway."
"Oh, mother!" I shouted gleefully, "you're so beautiful, I love you so much. I think you should dress like this all the time."
"Maybe I will, Bobby, maybe I will," mother said, as she lifted me up.
I could feel her tits pressing against my naked body through her shirt and her hair, and an unbearable thrill shot up to my brain. I quivered against her lush body, and my leg slipped in between hers so that my calf was up against her pussy.
For a second, I felt the impression of her furry snatch on my leg. She wasn't wearing anything at all under the shirt, and as my leg had slipped in there I guess that her cunt became exposed.
But it only lasted for a second, because just then she put me down. She was smiling at me knowingly, as if to say, "that was just a little taste of the treasure that will be yours." I was grateful for that little taste.
The only people in the family who weren't pleased with the new arrangements were John and Alice. John had hitchhiked all the way to New Orleans in an effort to catch up with that silly cunt Mary Sue. When he got there he was thrown in jail for a week on a vagrancy rap.
The worst thing was that no one in the town knew anything about Mary Sue, or her relatives, for that matter.
So John, when he came back, began to spend all his free time pining away in his room for his lost love. Whenever anyone was willing to listen to him, he described Mary Sue's body in lavish detail.
"Her ass was so round and firm," he would begin, "and the way she shook it! It felt so smooth and soft, and it was so pale and white. Oh, when I slid my hands along her body I felt tingles all up and down my arms. And I saw her nipples when she stood up. Oh, how beautifully they were standing up. Her pussy was so hot as it surrounded my prick. She kept pumping out her fluids onto my rod, and I kept moving in and out until I felt like a fucking steam engine. And she loved every minute of it. Oh, why did I do that to her, why did I chase her away?"
He would accept no answer from any of us, although we didn't stop trying.
Alice, meantime, was having problems with Louis McFarland the Third.
Although she knew from the beginning that he was a playboy, she was totally unprepared for the fact that he had a dozen other girlfriends who balled him regularly, plus a wife and a kid in Tucson.
"Oh," she would complain to me, "it's horrible to have his beautiful hot prick in my mouth, sucking and licking it for all I'm worth, and then remembering that the night before it had been in someone else's cunt. And the night before that someone else's.
I would start to fondle her tits as she spoke, hoping to get her mind off Louis.
"Alice, I've learned some new things we can do in the bathtub, some great tricks with my tongue. I bet if you let me eat you out you'd forget all about these problems."
But she was too far gone to listen. She didn't even change her mind when she saw how happy we all were when we left the bathroom after a good bath. And my hand in her cunt or on her tits just didn't arouse her the way it used to. I couldn't wait till I was old enough to give her a real man sized thrill with my stiff, hot cock.
But I didn't worry too much about Alice. She would straighten herself out when she was ready. There were too many good things happening in the house to go around worrying about the bed. Alice and John both knew that they could join us at any time, if they wanted to.
Our family life continued at about this pace. Teddy left to go to the big city and make it in the movies, but other than that we were getting closer and closer to each other.
John continued pining about Mary Sue for almost a year and a half after she disappeared. One day, when John was out in the woods sulking, mother called a family meeting. This meant that we would all get together in front of the big old fireplace, sit around in a circle on the big round rug, and take all our clothes off.
Up until this particular meeting, mother was the only one who didn't take her clothes off, although she usually stripped down to a bra, or one of those old undershifts, if we were lucky.
But for the first time at this meeting, she took all her clothing off.
As she undid her bra and let it fall to the rug there was a big sigh as everyone marveled at the beauty of her body. It was as if having children had increased her beauty and who was better able to appreciate her beauty than her children?
It was a little chilly in the room, although the fire was going. We were having an unusually cold autumn that year, as I remember. Anyway, the cool air made mother's nipples stand up. They were even more beautiful than I thought they would be through the underskirt.
The tips stuck up a good inch almost from the rest of the dark, fiery nipples, and a circle of tiny goose bumps surrounded each nipple. Her tits were milk white in comparison to the nipples, and they seemed to be even firmer and bigger than the last time I had seen them.
Then she did something that I will never forget.
Absentmindedly, she lifted her arms so that her hands were just under her tits. For a little while she stroked the silken undersides with the palms of her hands and her fingertips. Then she grabbed a light hold of each tit and pushed them up until they were high, pointing toward the ceiling.
And if that wasn't enough, she let them fall back to their normal position and then she took a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and started to squeeze. Although she was just doing this for her own pleasure, I couldn't help but feel that she was also giving me pleasure. My cock grew warm and began to pulse with blood.
After she had finished touching herself, she started to speak to us.
"I guess the problem is that John still hasn't forgotten about that Mary Sue girl. I wonder if anyone has any suggestions about how we can get him back into the family again and out of his own misery."
Randy was quick to reply. "One of us should seduce him somehow. If he realizes that he can have a better time with even one of us than with his memory of that silly cunt, there's a good chance that he'll forget about her."
"I'll do it," blurted Jo Ann, who was about thirteen by now, and developing nicely.
"That's very kind of you, Jo Ann," Mother said, "but I think he might be more attracted to one of the older girls. What about you, Alice."
"You know that I love Louis McFarland the Third," she said.
Mother looked her in the eye and said, "Is it worth it? You spend more time feeling sorry for yourself than actually having a good time with him. And you know what I mean by 'having a good time'."
Alice was in one of her moods again, and she stood up and started to leave the meeting. But I grabbed her leg as she walked by and she fell right in mother's lap with a dull slap of skin on skin.
I realized that she might not stay there unless something drastic was done, so I jammed my fingers into her cunt. It was a much larger cavity than it had been the last time I was in there--the work of Louis McFarland, no doubt. My fingers twirled around the entrance to her heated box, and in no time I felt a little juice on my fingers.
This was encouraging, and I started working even harder. When I looked to mother to see if she approved of what I was doing, she gave me a strange smile of satisfaction. I hadn't yet noticed that Alice had slipped her horny fingers into mother's cunt and was doing the same thing to mother that I was doing to her.
"Oh, I need it so much," moaned Alice as my fingers danced and pranced in her hot juice.
"Alice, oh Alice," sighed mother, "why don't you stay here with us and get what you need?"
But Alice was already beyond the point where conversation was possible.
She was beginning to pant heavily. I imagined that I was Louis McFarland the Third, thrusting my big rod into her squishy canal. Mother lay down on her back, and Alice lifted my fingers from her cunt so that she could get on top of mother.
When she had positioned herself so that the two of them were mouth to mouth and cunt to cunt, Alice started humping mother. I saw a great opportunity for myself to give them pleasure, and I put one hand on Alice's twat and one on mother's. Then I slipped my fingers inside.
Alice's cunt was hot and juicy, whereas mother's was dry, soft, and furry. But after I had worked on it for a couple of minutes, I started feeling the first signs of lubrication dripping out to my fingers.
"Oh, my little Bobby!" she moaned, "do it to me, my son, make me feel the way your father used to make me feel, in the olden days."
I was so excited that she was enjoying what I was doing! In the meantime, Alice's body was beginning to throb and slap against mother's. For a second I was afraid that she would hurt mother, until I realized that mother was enjoying it even more than Alice.
Alice's body began to heave in a new way, and I realized that she was about to come. Her pussy muscles were squeezing my fingers spasmodically, and the juices were spurting out and landing on my hands and mother's legs and pussy.
"Oh, Bobby!" she cried, "make me come, do it to me like you used to."
And I did.
In no time she was coming to the tune of huge uncontrollable moans from deep in her throat. Just as she had heaved her last, I realized that mother's pussy was behaving in a strange way. Its lips were opening and closing on my fingers, and the juice was beginning to flow heavily.
She was thrusting her cunt upwards so that it rubbed hard on Alice's cunt, while at the same time leaving room for my fingers to weave their own brand of magic. She wrapped her legs around Alice's and began to make deep, soulful panting sounds.
Then she exploded in a paroxysm of frenzied passion, and my fingers were in the middle of it all. The hot creamy come covered my hand and trickled down my arm.
"Oh, Alice, oh Bobby, you were so beautiful, and I needed that so much. Its been a long time since anyone has made me come like that." Mother had a certain honesty about her.
After she and Alice had rested for a while, mother spoke again.
"Now Alice," she said, "are you willing to help us out with John?"
"Yes," Alice said, "I guess I am. It's just that I might need everyone else's help, too."
"Is there anyone here who doesn't want to help John get his mind off that girl?" asked mother.
None of us responded with a yes.
"Alright," said mother, "here's a little plan. Alice will meet John at the door whenever he comes in the front door. This will give us time to hide in his closet, all except for you, Randy. You'll be waiting on his bed, naked, of course.
As soon as Alice gets him into the bedroom, Randy will jump up and help Alice undress him. If he tries to fight you off, the rest of us will jump out of the closet and help. If not, we'll just watch the whole thing."
It was a good plan, and we scrambled into John's bedroom to make sure we were safely hidden well before he came back.
Jo Ann, Linda, mother and I piled into the little dark closet in John's room. I found myself sitting more or less in mother's lap, with my two sisters on either side of me. I leaned back until I could feel the tips of mother's boobs brushing against the eager skin of my back. I just stayed like that, not even wanting to do anything more.
We had about a half hour wait, and there was nothing much to do in that closet. To break the monotony of that dark place, Jo Ann started stroking my cock. She was well into her puberty--her breasts were developing and a light downy fluff was forming in a neat triangle over her snatch. Her hand stroked me tenderly, and my little prick jumped with delight. Linda, who was now almost fifteen and well along in her development towards womanhood, leaned over to me and placed her lips to my ear.
I thought that she had a secret to tell me, but it turned out to be a very special kind of secret, a hot wet one. Her tongue was inside my ear, moving around and sending hot waves of juvenile passion up and down my body.
Mother, in the meantime, had started to move her body in a small circular motion, rubbing her pussy against my little ass.
The feelings were almost too much for me to bear, and if I could have had an orgasm I would have. I realized just then that it wouldn't be long before I was able to come like all the others.
Our four bodies were moving together. I had a finger in the pussy of each of my sisters, and they were gettin very hot. Mother also was getting hot, and her breathing was getting heavier. Her breasts heaved against my back, and I was in heaven.
Suddenly we heard a noise outside, and we stopped what we were doing. It was Alice and John. He was arguing with her, saying, "I don't want you, Alice, I want my Mary Sue. There'll never be anyone else in the whole world for me."
Alice said, "You know the things you liked best about her were her ass and her tits, and I've got those. Mine are even nicer than hers. Have a look."
Through the slats in the closet we could see Alice touch her ripe, womanly tits.
"I know all about your tits, sis. I've seen them a thousand times," said John.
"I know that you've seen them," said Alice, "but you've never known them as my lover, have you?"
We could see that John was pondering this. Then Randy got off the bed and came over to John. Before he could protest, she was taking his clothing off.
When he was standing there naked, the girls took his prick in their hands and started rubbing it. At first he was unresponsive, but after a little of their combined efforts, he began to give in.
I could see his prick stir, and begin to grow in their eager hands. The girls, seeing that he had a hard-on, led him to the bed.
"I want you first," he said to Randy.
"You can have us both at once," said Alice to the puzzled John.
He hadn't had any sex since his girl left, and he had almost forgotten what it was all about.
"How can we do that?" he asked.
"You just mount Randy in the usual way," Alice said.
Randy lay down on the bed and spread her legs as wide as she could, exposing her thatch of hair to the interested viewers in the closet. We saw John climb between and fumble with his dick until it was right at her cuntlips. Then he lowered himself onto her.
As soon as his pole was buried inside his sisters cunt, Alice, his other sister, climbed around to where their heads were and maneuvered her pussy until it was just next to John's mouth.
As John began to thrust his prick in and out of Randy's hot cunt, he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out so that it made contact with Alice's mat of furry hair. She managed to open her cuntlips with her fingers so that his tongue would have no trouble slipping inside.
Alice started to moan, "Oh, John, that feels so nice, do it to me, brother, make me come with your tongue."
All of us in the closet were getting pretty hot watching what was going on. Mother's pussy was beginning to feel a little damp under my ass, and my sisters had returned their hands to my little cock.
We were all beginning to move again, when we heard the moaning of John. We realized that he was just about to come, and we spontaneously dove out of the closet and the bed.
We surrounded the others on the bed and pressed our bodies close, John began to come off just as we got there, and Randy was right on the verge. John's tongue had slipped out of Alice's cunt, and he was too blind with lust to get it back in, so I stuck a few fingers in to replace it. Alice's twat was dripping wet, and it didn't take much to get her throbbing and coming all over the bed.
After the three of them had come, we all lay down on the bed together and relaxed.
It was one of the sweetest family scenes you ever did see.
CHAPTER FIVE - HALLOWEEN FUCK
John and Alice were back in the family again, at least for the time being. Alice was soon as happy as any of the rest of us.
We started bathing together again. There wasn't enough room for all of us in the bathtub, so we would take turns bathing with each other. On some days I was even lucky enough to take two baths.
The only person in the family I hadn't bathed with was mother. She preferred to bathe alone. I would dream of getting her in the bathtub, of running my soapy hands up and down her fine womanly body, of feeling her slippery nipples sliding around beneath my lubricated fingertips. In the mornings I would awake with a hot feeling in my prick.
As I neared puberty, our neighborhood went through a drastic new expansion. In order to get more money, mother sold off the rest of the lower forty acres of the farm. Most of the other farmers in the area were doing the same.
Mother, instead of sending us to school, had taught us to read, write, and do arithmetic by herself. The nearest school, when we were younger, was almost twenty miles away, and we couldn't afford transportation back and forth.
But along with the new neighborhood came a new, modern schoolhouse.
My mother and sisters thought that I should start going to school to get a good education, so I enrolled in seventh grade. There were almost forty other people in my class, many of them beautiful girls of my own age. The teacher was almost blind, and she didn't see what was going on in the class.
Everyone fooled around a lot, and I was surprised to find that I could read and write twice as well as anybody else in the class. Mother was a better teacher than I thought she was, and my respect for her increased tremendously.
I would sit in class and daydream about taking baths with my sisters, or about lying beside them with my fingers casually in a wet pussy, or about one of them sucking and licking my prick.
Although the girls in the classroom were nice looking, I just couldn't imagine myself with any of them. Why should I fool around with outsiders, I thought, when I have such a great family.
One day I came home from school and before I had even eaten my after-school snack, I had jumped into the bathtub with Randy. We got covered with soap and began to rub our bodies together. I remember that her nipples were particularly ripe that day, firm and pink under my slippery hand.
She started stroking my prick with her soapy fingers, and I felt a new feeling shoot through my body. She noticed a strange new expression on my face, and she knew what was happening. She slowed down her strokes and touched my prick in just the right places to set my head spinning.
Occasionally she would put her fingers in my new crop of light brown pubic hair and say, "You're almost a man, now, Bobby. It won't be long."
Actually, my prick was longer than it had ever been, and her gentle slippery touch made it throb longer and longer still. She slipped some of her fingers around my balls and started to massage them at the same time as she stroked my cock, and I felt a hot gushing feeling welling up inside my body..
All at once a new, pulsating feeling shot through my prick as her fingers taught it what to do. With one last stroke, she brought me to a spurting orgasm. My fresh come shot out all over her stomach and her soapy arms.
"Oh, Bobby, you've come, you've come.
Oh, I'm so happy, we'll have to tell everyone else," said Randy.
"Not yet," I said after I had recovered my breath, "let's do it again first."
It took a little longer this time. After my sister had spent a while stroking my prick and balls with her soapy fingers, she rinsed off the soap and knelt down in the steamy tub. Then she started licking my cock, twirling her tongue around the tip until I could hardly stand up.
"Oh, sis, it feels so good," I said. "Keep it up until I come again, please!"
She hummed a few bars of a patriotic hymn as she sucked me off, and I took it as a promise that she wouldn't stop until I had emptied myself into her mouth.
As she was sucking my throbbing prick, she somehow managed to place her tits in contact with my legs, and I could feel her hard wet nipples gently stroking my thighs and knees.
Her hands, in the meantime, had stolen up to my chest, and she started playing with my nipples and my neck. So much was happening at once that I couldn't keep track of it all, and soon I felt that same feeling deep inside my hot joint.
She felt the throb of my prick, and increased her efforts to send me over the brink into the dark pit of a tremendous orgasm.
"Oh, Randy!" I moaned, "I can't stand it any more, I'm coming... " A load of fresh hot juice shot out of my prick and into her longing mouth.
When I had finished coming, she lifted her dripping head and placed her lips on mine. The hot salty liquid oozed from her mouth as our tongues met in a soulful kiss of sibling passion.
When the kiss was over, she said, "Bobby, I'm so proud of you."
"Me, too!" I said. I was smiling from ear to ear. I'd been waiting for this moment for years, and it had finally come.
After we had dried ourselves off and let the water out of the tub, Randy and I ran out of the bathroom to tell the others about my new ability.
We ran into the living room together, and Randy was shouting "Guess what! Bobby just came in the bathtub, Bobby came for the first time!"
Suddenly we stopped dead. There was someone new in the living room, an outsider.
I recognized her--she was a girl in my class, one of the prettiest ones to boot.
I was very embarrassed. Randy and I were standing there quite naked, and my prick was red and still swollen from its recent activity.
The girl had come over to discuss plans for a community Halloween party, and she had no idea that such a thing would happen. I covered my prick with my hands and started to speak as fast as I could.
"We usually go around without any clothing here, and I didn't realize that anyone else would be in the room. Would you like me to get dressed?"
"No, that's all right. I don't mind, I've seen plenty of naked boys before, don't you worry about that," said the girl with a straight face.
I didn't know what to think, so I sat down in a chair right across from her. The fabric of the chair felt nice on my balls, and I felt my prick growing a little harder.
The girl continued her discussion with others in my family, although I noticed that her eyes would very often be on my balls while she was talking to someone else about the party. I took a good long look at her--not bad at all.
Her hair was a light brown, almost blond, and it cascaded down to her shoulders in smooth waves. Her face was angelic, and I noticed that her tits stuck out pretty far through her heavy sweater.
My rod was getting harder by the minute, and the girl's eyes were bulging at the sight of it.
Then I had an idea. I was feeling so good after my first orgasm that I was willing to try anything, including a girl who wasn't even my sister.
"What's your name again?" I asked.
"Kim," she replied demurely, her eyes sneaking a peak at my throbbing rod.
"Kim," I said, "why don't you come into my room for a second, I want to show you something I think you'll be interested in."
She was willing to see whatever it was, and I stood up and started walking to my room, making no attempt to hide the fact that I had a huge erection. The other members of my family were trying to keep from laughing at the sight of me with a hard-on leading this girl into my room.
When we got to my room I shut the door and said to her, "So, you've seen many naked boys before, have you?"
She gulped nervously and nodded.
"Then I guess you've seen plenty of these too," I said, and took my tool in my hand and moved it around a little.
"No!" she said hastily.
"How is that possible?" I asked her.
"The boys I saw naked were all little babies. I had no idea that they got to be so big!"
She didn't complete the sentence, realizing that she was getting in over her head. I took one of her hands in mine and said, "Kim, I want you to feel this," and before she could protest, I put her hand on my hard prick.
When she felt it a little sigh of pleasure escaped from her lips, hut she didn't say anything else. She just stood there motionless. I had nothing better to do, so I snuck my hand up inside her sweater and went searching for her tits.
I was surprised to find that she was wearing a bra--I had forgotten about them completely, as none of the girls in my family ever wore them around the house. I reached behind her to unsnap it, but I realized that I had no idea how the damned thing worked.
While I was fumbling with her bra she suddenly had second thoughts about the whole thing, and shook herself loose from my hands and my rod.
"This is awful!" she said unconvincingly.
"There are plenty of worse things in the world, Kim," I said to her. She was pretty nervous.
"Why don't you let me take you to the Halloween party?" I continued. I thought that would make her feel more comfortable, and also give me a chance to finish what I had started.
I was a little surprised when she said, "Yes."
The party was only a few days away and I busied myself with getting a suitable costume together. I also decided that I would learn how to operate a bra.
I snuck into mother's room when I knew she wasn't around and went to the drawer where she kept her underwear. It wasn't so much that I didn't want her to know what I was doing, it was just that compared to the delicious brother and sister sex we'd been having, this little adventure with Kim seemed so infantile.
I found one of mother'? old bras (she didn't wear them much any more) and started to study it. I couldn't help but notice that it smelled like mother, a beautiful musky incense that set my nose a'quivering. As I held the gossamer article of underwear, I imagined mother's exquisite tits filling it to perfection.
My mind started wandering. I imagined mother's lavish nipples sticking up slightly through the thin cloth of the brassiere, and I imagined my fingers feeling the nipples through the white fabric. In my daydream, her nipples grew hard under my touch.
I imagined myself reaching around her back to undo the bra snaps, when I remembered that that is what I was there for--to learn how the fucking thing worked.
I studied the snaps carefully and practiced a few times. I wanted to make sure that the next time I had my hands under Kim's sweater she wouldn't have time to cop out.
When I thought I had it figured out, I returned to my room to work on my costume. When I got there, I realized that I still had mother's bra in my hand. Then I had an inspiration--I would go to the party dressed as a woman.
I went rummaging through my sister's closets until I found an old dress that was about my size. Then I got a bunch of tissues and stuffed the bra with them to approximate mother's ripe tits. The bra was a little too big for me, but I managed to get it adjusted so that it wouldn't fall off at a crucial moment.
Then I slipped the dress on. When I looked in the mirror I was amazed. I looked just like mother did when she was my age, except that my hair was darker and shorter than hers was in the old pictures. Fortunately, Alice had a wig which she never wore, and I got her to lend it to me for the party.
To complete the effect, I borrowed a very old pair of high heel shoes from mother.
In school the next day, Kim asked me what I was going to dress up as. All I would say was that she would be very surprised. She was worried that our costumes wouldn't match.
"I know what you can dress as," I said to her. "Come dressed up like me!"
"Like you?" she asked, "Why like you?"
"Because it will go nicely with my costume," I told her with a sly grin. "I'll even lend you some of my clothes for the occasion, if you promise that I can have them back whenever I want them."
She readily consented. It seemed that she had decided that I really wasn't such a bad guy after all.
When the day of the party arrived, I had my sisters help me get dressed up. It took a couple of hours, but when they were finished I was ravishing.
When I got to the party, no one knew who I was, and several of the boys who had arrived without dates tried to pick me up. I coyly refused them, saying that my man hadn't arrived yet.
Just then, Kim walked in through the door. She was dressed in my clothing, including my red baseball cap under which she had cleverly hidden her long hair. I don't know how she did it, but her tits were not sticking out the way they always did.
When I greeted her at the door she didn't recognize me until I bit her on the ear and said, "It's me."
She was astonished at my disguise. "Why, that's amazing," she said, "but who are you supposed to be?"
"My mother," I said casually.
"Your mother? That's pretty weird! Why did you decide to come as your mother?" she asked me.
"Because she's the most beautiful person in the world," was the only thing I could say.
"And why did you have me come as you?" she asked.
"Because the most beautiful couple in the world would be me and my mother, even though she's much older than I am."
Kim didn't know what to think about this, but I bit her on the ear once again and she soon forgot to worry about the costumes.
The party was a bit of a drag, with bobbing for apples and pin the tail on the donkey and all those insipid children's games. I snuck into the bedroom with Kim and started kissing her passionately. She surprised me by responding in kind.
"Tell me something," I said, "what did you do with your boobs, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I'm not going to tell you all my secrets," she said with a smile.
"Then I guess I'll have to find out for myself," I said, as I started to unbutton the shirt that she was wearing--my own shirt!
She made no objection.
When I got the shirt off I found that a thin towel had been wrapped tightly around her tits, squashing them up against her body.
"How did you ever do that?" I asked her.
She blushed and said, "My brothers helped me."
I turned her around and found that the towel was held together by three large safety pins. I removed them one at a time, and turned her slowly around to face me as I removed the towel from her body.
Her tits were large and round, and her nipples were small and up-pointing. There were red lines all over her tits from where the towel had been. She started to rub her tits with her hands in order to bring back the circulation.
I stood back and watched her. It was marvelous how her tits moved with the pressure of her hands. I could have watched her all night long, except for the fact that I wanted to get a hand in.
"Can I help?" I asked.
Without saying a word, she dropped her hands to her side and arched her back so that her tits jutted forward. I stepped up to her and started rubbing them the way she had done. She seemed to enjoy it much more when I did it.
In the middle of my rubbing I stopped and grabbed hold of one of her nipples, the way I did it with my sisters in the bathtub. Kim jumped, as if I had done something unexpected.
"Oh, Bobby, you shouldn't do that so soon," she said.
I didn't know what she was talking about. "What do you mean?" I asked her.
"Wait till you've been doing it for a while before you grab my nipples like that," she replied.
"How long is a little while?" I asked her, "two minutes?"
"Oh, no, Bobby, an hour or two at least," she said.
"Do you mean to tell me," I said, "that you expect me to feel you up for an hour before you'll allow me to touch your nipples? I've never heard anything so stupid."
With that I playfully tossed her onto the bed and dove on top of her, sinking my lips into her boobs. She tried to shake me off, but she didn't have a chance. I slipped my lips around her nipple and started to suck furiously.
It immediately began to grow under my wet, fleshy touch. I kept sucking, until it was as big as it was going to get, and then I moved on to the next one. She had stopped heaving by now.
I moved so that my cock was just above her cunt and started humping her through the dress I was wearing. This got her going, and her hips started moving, mashing her cunt up against me. Her hands stole up to my chest and she started feeling my make-believe tits.
"I'll call you Bobby and you call me Mother," I said to her.
She gave me a strange look, but I pressed myself up against her cunt and, with a sigh of lust, she said, "All right, Bobby, anything you say."
Her hands reached around my back and she said, "Is it all right if I undress you, Mother? I want to touch your naked body."
"Oh, Bobby," I replied heavily, "I was hoping you would ask."
She quickly found the dress' zipper and pulled it down as far as it would go. Her hand moved inside my dress and she started to rub my back sensually, lingering long over the bra straps. She turned my head and stuck her hot tongue into my ear as her hands unsnapped the bra.
At that point I couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" she asked. She probably thought I didn't approve of what she was doing, but that wasn't it at all.
"Well, Kim--I mean, Bobby, its just that I spent a long time studying the operation of a bra so that I wouldn't have any trouble with yours tonight, and now it turns out that you're taking my bra off."
She had a good laugh over that.
Then we got back to the business at hand.
When she had unsnapped the bra, I sat up and she helped me get out of the dress. I stood up and slipped it off, along with my stockings and high heels. The only thing left on were my underpants and the wig.
"Take my underpants off, Bobby," I said to her, "I want you to see my burning cunt."
She was embarrassed at my words, and at first she didn't want to go on. But a quick squeeze on her hard nipple convinced her. She slipped off my underpants and unveiled my erect cock.
At this point, it seemed foolish for her to continue calling me Mother, and I told her that we could discontinue our little game, for a while at least.
"Oh, Bobby, I'm glad," Kim said, "I didn't really like having to call you Mother."
This annoyed me a little, but I let it pass by. She was sitting on the bed only inches from my prick, and I took hold of her head with both my hands and brought her forward so that her lips were touching the hot tip of my cock.
"No, Bobby, please, not that!" she whimpered.
"Oh, shit," I said. The snivelling little bitch was beginning to get on my nerves. Imagine, not wanting to suck me off!
I was tired of playing her silly games and I pushed her back on the bed and started to undo my pants from her body. She was trying to kick a little, but I overpowered her and got them off with very little trouble. She was wearing sexy black lace panties, which was surprising.
The sight of those panties gave me a little hope and I pulled them off as fast as I could. She had a fine triangular bush of hair and I plunged my fingers into it.
"Oh, no!" she panted.
I didn't want to listen to any more of her garbage, and I jumped on top of her and glued my lips to hers so that she couldn't make any more noise. My cock was throbbing on her smooth stomach.
I put my arms around her and started to hump. It was different now that we were naked. I knew that I could be inside of her within a few minutes if I wanted to, and I wanted to.
For, although I had had a good deal of sexual experience for a boy of my age, I was still technically a virgin. I didn't want to continue being one.
Kim was thrashing under me. I had never seen any of my sisters thrash quite so violently, and I thought, "Wow, she's really a hot chick."
But after a very short while I realized that she was thrashing not in lust but in fear. My cock, which was caught in the squeeze between our two bodies, was getting the brunt of the whole thing. It was beginning to hurt, and the more she thrashed around, the more it hurt.
I decided that I would have to get my prick into her cunt very soon, in self defense. If I could get it inside of her it didn't matter if she continued thrashing for the next three days.
I got one of my hands down to my hard rod and tried to maneuver it into position at the lips of her cunt. Damn it all, they were drier than the Mojave desert in the middle of summer.
I stuck a finger into her cunt and started to wiggle it around, hoping that would get her juices flowing. When I touched her clit she let out a huge sigh and began to sweat profusely. I kept touching it, and her moans grew louder and louder.
I felt a little trickle of her juice meet my finger as her entire body thrashed and heaved. At this point I couldn't tell if she was trying to escape or if she was digging it. She started biting me, my ears, neck, cheeks, nose--anything she could get her teeth on.
I shoved two fingers far inside her trembling pussy. I felt a momentary resistance, but then it gave way and my hand was engulfed by her damp twat.
"Oh, you've ruined me! You've taken my cherry!"
I had forgotten all about the fact that she was probably a virgin. A few drops of blood trickled out of her cunt, mingling with her creamy come sauce. I readied my prick and thrust it in.
She had stopped thrashing when I popped her cherry with my fingers, but when my cock entered her she started again, worse than ever. It felt pretty good to my prick, but the rest of my body didn't feel so hot as she slapped and throbbed against it. She had started to scream again.
"Help, rape!"
The stupid cunt!
Someone ran into the room, and I knew that the fuck was over. I pulled out of her in two seconds and began to put my dress back on. The person who had come into the room was too shocked to do or say anything, and before he knew it I was out the door. I took my own clothing, which she had been wearing, with me.
"Let her walk home naked," I said to myself. "Everyone thinks its just another one of those young whippersnappers in a super realistic costumes."
When I got home my balls ached. Everyone else in the house was asleep and I didn't want to wake up any of my sisters in the middle of the night.
For the first time in my life, I jerked off, to fantasies of my mother's firm white tits and pink, hot nipples.
CHAPTER SIX - GIVE ME GRAVY!
Needless to say, I felt pretty bad after that party.
The worst part of it was that I had to go to school every day and see Kim and the others who had been there. She wasn't speaking to me, although once in a while I caught her staring in the direction of my cock.
She really pissed me off.
And the other girls didn't seem to be any better. I assumed that they were all cockteasers who would back down when the moment of truth arrived. And the fact that we didn't even learn anything of any value in school made me feel even worse.
At least if the other kids and the teacher spoke about something interesting once in a while it wouldn't be so bad. But I never heard anyone say anything that wasn't superficial and trite. I found myself sitting in class dreaming about my sisters and my mother.
Sometimes I would get a huge erection while I thought about their pussies dripping with hot juicy come, and if the teacher called on me I would have to stick my hands in my pockets before I stood up so that no one would notice the hard-on.
It was a horrible life!
Almost a whole month passed by in which I was too depressed to even bathe with my sisters. I had even lost all my desire to fuck.
My family tried everything to make me cheer up. Almost every evening one of them would climb into bed with me, rub her pussy on my stomach, and say something like, "Come on, Bobby, don't you want to ball me?"
Looking back on it, I'm amazed that I didn't. I had only actually had an orgasm with one of them, Randy, and there was no reason in the world why I shouldn't have wanted to experience the thrill with each of them, or all of them at once.
But I was really down, and even a taut, hard nipple thrust into my mouth couldn't arouse me.
One night Linda snuck into my room after I was asleep and climbed into my bed with me. Without waking me up, she started to suck my cock. I got a hard-on in my sleep, and if I remember correctly I started dreaming that I was fucking mother on a black, bottomless roller coaster that dove down into an unreachable vat of hot olive oil.
It was a good dream, but as I approached the bottomless abyss I got frightened and woke up- When I found Linda down there sucking me I was angry, for no particular reason, and I told her to leave. Her feelings were hurt, but she left without saying a word.
Thanksgiving was drawing near, and I knew that the family was planning to have some sort of outrageous party, although they weren't telling me about. I could hear them talking when they thought I wasn't around, and the few bits and pieces I heard sounded exciting.
But when the day of the party arrived, I was totally unprepared for what happened.
The first thing they did was to spread a sheet of plastic, which they had gotten wholesale at the plastics factory down the road, on the living room floor.
"What's that," I asked Alice.
"Oh, just the tablecloth," she replied mysteriously.
At about that time a telegram arrived for mother. She opened it up to find that a long lost relative was about to die, and that, as she was the only living heir, she was to take a train immediately to where he lived. We tried to convince her to stay for the party, but she told us that this distant uncle was very rich and might even leave us a few hundred dollars.
So Mother hastily packed her bag and started off for the train station.
As I sadly watched her disappear down the long long winding road, I realized that even if she only stayed away for a day or two I would miss her terribly.
Brother John came over to me, put his arm around my shoulder, and said, "Bobby, don't worry. We're going to have the best party you've ever been to, and you're going to forget all about your problems, just wait and see."
"Bullshit!" I said. "I've been to parties before, and let me tell you, they stink."
"All I can say," John said, "is that you've never been to a party like the one we're about to have."
I didn't believe him, but I figured I'd give it a chance, what the hell.
In a few minutes Alice came into the room, stark naked. Her body was glistening with a layer of dew, and her tits jutted forward enticingly.
"I just finished cooking," she said, "and I'm here to tell you that the party is on!"
Out of the kitchen came the rest of my sisters, all naked, each one carrying a pot or platter of food.
Randy was carrying a pot full of steaming fresh asparagus, and the steam was pouring out of the pot and collecting in little rivulets on her tits--a lovely sight.
Next was Jo Ann, who carried a platter of turkey. Her tits were hanging over the platter and once in a while even bumped into the turkey. Mmm, delicious!
Then Linda came out with a bowl full of freshly mashed potatoes. For some reason her nipples were firm and stiff, and I wanted nothing more than to have a little taste.
The biggest surprise came next when brother Ted, who I hadn't seen in over a year, walked out of the kitchen stark naked and carrying a huge bowl of gravy, much more than we could possibly use, I thought.
"Where did you come from?" I shouted to Ted.
"Just flew in from the coast," he said. "I missed you all so I decided to spend Thanksgiving here."
Alice then told the girls and Ted to put the food in the middle of the plastic sheet. Then we all sat down around the food and began to dish it out onto the plates that Alice had thoughtfully provided. As she handed me my plate I grabbed her nipple for a second.
"That's the spirit!" she said.
I was beginning to feel good for the first time in almost a month. It was sure good to see Teddy again--I didn't realize how much I had missed him until he returned.
We all filled our plates with turkey, asparagus, and mashed potatoes. Alice remembered the cranberry sauce, and she ran into the kitchen and brought it out to us. Then she ladled out the gravy.
"Hey, not so much gravy," I said. She had covered everything on my plate with a thick layer of the hot gravy, until there was far more gravy than food.
"This is going to be a very special meal, Bobby," said Linda with a coy smile.
Then Jo Ann, who was sitting next to me, said, "Now, before we start to eat you'll have to take your clothes off."
Naturally, I had no objection to that, and I took my clothing off, with Jo Ann's assistance.
I started to dig into my turkey, when suddenly there was a warm trickling sensation on my back. I turned around to see Jo Ann ladling out gravy all over me.
"Hey, what kind of trick is that?" I shouted at her.
"No trick," she said, "It's time to begin the festivities. Let's go, everyone!"
Suddenly there was a great deal of movement in the room. Randy lay down on her back, and brother John started stroking some warm gravy on her stomach. He paid extra attention to her beautiful tits, being sure to drown her nipples in a surfeit of gravy.
"Is it all right if I lick it off?" I asked. Her body looked luscious as it lay there, dripping with the rich brown gravy.
"Randy looked at me and said, "That's the whole idea, silly. If you don't start licking someone else will, I hope."
So I scrambled over to where she lay and put my tongue to her stomach. The gravy was delicious--Mother's special recipe. After my tongue had cleared a steamy path up her flat, womanly stomach, I started on her tits. Her nipples tasted unbelievable in the gravy. I started sucking on them, and in no time they were hard as diamonds and throbbing in my lips.
"Oh, Bobby, I'm glad to see that you're a part of the family again," said my dripping sister Randy.
"It's good to be back," I said wetly.
I cleaned most of the gravy from my sister's lush body, when I realized that I was very hungry. I didn't just want to leave her there while I ate, so I grabbed my plate and brought it over to her.
I grabbed a handful of the mashed potatoes and smeared it on her body. Then I covered the potatoes with more gravy. As an extra added attraction, I took an asparagus in my hand and started stroking her with it as I ate the warm delicious food.
"Oh, do it brother, it feels so good!" she cried.
In the meantime, Alice and Linda were covering brother Ted's big prick with gravy and potatoes. He sat up and smiled at them as they drenched his genitals. Then the two sisters converged on his throbbing cock, licking and sucking all the way down to his dark wiry triangle of hair so as not to miss one mouthful of the delicious food.
"It's so good to be back with my sisters," he said. "It's a big old world out there, and sometimes it's hard to find a friend, but there's always something happening back home."
We all agreed with him profusely.
The next thing I knew, a firm, wet object was stroking my ass, especially right in the middle of my ass. I turned around to find Jo Ann again, this time stroking me with a soggy asparagus.
John was right behind her. His hands reached around her body and were cupping her little boobs. His hands had been filled with gravy before he gripped her, and a cataract of gravy dripped from each of her milk white cliffs.
I reached back to touch her with the hand in which I was holding my asparagus, and I ran directly into her little cunt. So I did the first thing which came to mind, which was to stuff the vegetable into her pussy.
As everything was well lubricated with gravy, it slipped right in. She gave a little sigh of pleasure as I moved the firm green shaft back and forth in her sopping box.
Then John pulled her down to her back on the floor and he put his lips to her cunt.
"Dinner time!" he said, and he began to eat the asparagus. The great thing about it was that the more he ate, the farther inside her cunt he got, which made it better and better all the time.
Jo Ann was writhing with lustful young pleasure as her brothers tongue touched her red hot clitoris time and time again. Her body moved with the lithe agility of a python stalking its prey, and I wanted to fuck her.
But I knew that there would be plenty of time for that.
As I was watching Jo Ann writhe, Randy moved up behind me and started sucking a cheek of my ass. Her lips were like a volcano, and that's hot. In fact, her mouth was dripping with the hot gravy and it sent flashes up and down my spine as it slithered along my aroused body.
My prick by this time was hard as a rock, for the first time in weeks. As Randy sucked my ass, she grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes and slopped then onto my throbbing cock. They felt a little like a warm mushy cunt (although my dick had only been in a cunt once before, and that wasn't a true test) and I asked Randy if she would mind eating them.
"That's what I'm here for, my beautiful brother!" she said, "just turn around and let me get my mouth on your hot piston."
So I turned around and her mouth descended on my prick. A series of hot orgasmic rushes pulsed through my body as she sucked my rod.
It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I wanted it to go on all night. But all things must end, if only to make way for better things.
She had worked her way down to my balls, which dripped with potatoes and gravy, and she was licking and sucking as if there were no tomorrow. The feeling was incredible.
Soon she had eaten all there was to eat from my loins, and we turned to look at some of the others.
Ted had grabbed two smallish turkey legs and was covering them with mashed potatoes and gravy, for lubrication. Then he had Alice lie down on the floor, and while Linda covered her tits with gravy, Ted started to work the drumstick into Alice's cunt.
It was a tight fit at first, so Ted grabbed the bowl of gravy and gave his sister's hot pussy a good dousing. She spread her legs wide as she felt the heavy brown liquid ooze up her slit. Then Ted gave the drumstick another try.
This time it fit, and he slipped it as far up her quim as he could without losing his grip on it. As Linda sucked Alice's saucy tits, Ted slid the turkey leg in and out of Alice's willing snatch. I watched in fascination as Alice's body began to move in rhythm to Ted's slow movement of the drumstick.
In and out it went, sometimes disappearing completely from sight within the juicy folds of her pliant wet pussy. Linda's licking spread from the tits of her sister to her entire body--stomach, arms, face, legs, any place she could get to without interfering with Ted's stimulating effort.
I couldn't watch anymore without doing something myself, so I grabbed a drumstick and made for the nearest sister. It was Jo Ann. I made her lie down on the plastic sheet and poured gravy all over her, from her head to her feet.
"Oh, Bobby," said Jo Ann, "it feels so good to have that hot gravy all over me."
"It feels so good to be putting it all over you," I quipped.
When she was thoroughly soaked, I dipped the drumstick in the bowl of gravy and brought the hot piece of bone and flesh to the juicy lips of her cunt. I pressed the leg gently against the lips, and slowly they unfolded like a flower opening up to let in the morning sunshine.
"Do it, Bobby, push it all the way in," she moaned.
I did exactly as she asked.
After I had gotten the drumstick all the way in, I started to move it around the way Ted had done. Then, keeping the piece of turkey moving around in her cunt, I brought myself around to a position where I could suck and lick her tits while I moved the drumstick.
As my lips connected with her nipples, my sister sighed and said, "Suck me, brother, make my nipples hard in your mouth."
It didn't take much. Her nipples sprang to hot life as soon as they felt the first touch of my lips. When my tongue flicked out and started lightly licking them, they grew even firmer and hotter, until they were bigger than I had ever seen them.
In the meantime, her cunt was squeezing the firm drumstick, trying to suck it all the way in. It was a struggle for me to hold on to it. Randy came over to help me out.
"I'll get her clit while you get everything else," Randy said with a lustful grin.
She got a hand onto the outskirts of her sister's cunt and found the throbbing hard clitoris. As soon as she touched it Jo Ann jumped and let out a heaving sigh of sexual ecstasy. Her legs left the ground and began to wave wildly in the air.
I recognized her panting gasps as those of a girl nearly at the brink of an orgasm, and I moved the drumstick even faster and harder in order to push her over the edge.
Randy also increased her efforts to make our sister come, and in a minute we knew it was happening.
"Oh, Randy, oh, Bobby, I'm coming, I'm coming, do it to me, make me come, ohhh!"
Her cunt gave one last long throb and sent its juices spurting out onto the sopping soggy drumstick.
As soon as she had finished heaving, I pulled the drumstick out of her trembling pussy and started eating it with a ravenous hunger. The taste of fresh juicy turkey mingled in my mouth with gravy and fresh creamy come, and my prick leaped with delight at the taste.
Randy noticed my leaping prick, and she closed her mouth down on it hard and heavy. She started sucking passionately. I could barely control myself. My hips were gyrating wildly and my hard cock thrust in and out of my beautiful sister's mouth as her lips and tongue did their best to make me come.
It didn't take long!
My body heaved with a great pulsing throb, and, just as I was finishing the turkey leg, I came into my sister's mouth. I felt like a fire hose pumping the hot cream into her eager, gravy covered lips, and I knew that she was loving every minute of it.
I finally lost control and fell on top of Randy, pulling my hot prick out of her mouth as I fell. It would have been a minor tragedy, were it not for the fact that when I fell my mouth just happened to bury itself in her hairy, gravy soaked bush.
I knew just what to do. My tongue shot up her moist slit and started moving around at top speed. When I hit her clit she threw her arms around me and shouted.
"Oh, my beautiful brother, I love you so much! Make me come, Bobby, I want to come in your mouth, please!"
I did my best. She was hotter than hell, and in no time her body was heaving and pounding in orgasm spasms.
Her cunt juice shot out of her dripping pussy and directly into my mouth. The taste, melting with the taste of gravy in her hairy patch of pubic fuzz, was beyond compare. I doubt that the finest restaurant in the world makes a better sauce than that.
When her orgasm had throbbed itself out, she grabbed me close to her and held me for all she was worth.
"Oh Bobby," she moaned over and over and over, "you make me feel like a woman, a natural woman. Please, brother, don't leave me." I held her tight, sticking my tongue in her ear every once in a while I liked the taste.
I looked over to see what John was doing. I was surprised to find him sitting on the floor with Linda sitting on top of him, her cunt impaled on his cock. She moved up and down on his prick, like a well-oiled engine. Ted was standing behind her.
His arms were around her body, and he was lifting and dropping her on John's rod so that neither John nor Linda had to do any work. It was a beautiful sight to see.
When I had caught my breath, I moved over to where they were and stuck my arm in between the bodies of Linda and John. Then I had a great idea, and I grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes, dipped them in gravy, and returned to my brother and sister.
I slipped my dripping hand in between their bodies once again, feeling their stomachs rubbing my hand. I quickly lowered my arm so that my hand was just at the point where their patches of pubic hair met. I could feel John's hard cock as it slithered in and out of Linda's beautiful wet cunt.
"Get ready for this," I whispered to the two of them.
I applied a wad of mashed potatoes and gravy to John's cock, and then I stuck a finger in Linda's cunt and got some of the hot food in there.
She didn't realize that there was so much room in her twat, and she started to moan.
"Oh, Bobby, I didn't know that was possible. Do it again, do it again, do it until I come all over John!"
I looked at John and he was smiling delightedly.
So I kept my finger in her cunt. It was lodged cozily next to my brother's prick. I found her clitoris without much trouble, and started moving it around at will.
Sis stimulated John as well as Linda. Their two bodies writhed and twisted even closer together, and my hand was caught comfortably between them.
The two of them started moaning at once, and I knew that if I kept it up they would be coming soon.
Sure enough, in another few minutes they entered the final stages of a tremendous simultaneous orgasm. They were quivering and quaking, and their bodies were passionately rubbing each other. I watched Linda's hard brown goose-pimpled nipples stroke against John's neck and face, and my own cock gave a throb of approval.
They both began to make a long low animal moan, which came deep from within their heated bodies. Then I could feel them cooing.
My hand was covered in the combined juices of John, Linda, gravy and mashed potatoes. I couldn't have been happier.
Alice rushed over and grabbed my hand out of the dripping loins and started to suck it before the juices got cold. The way her tongue caressed my fingers sent shivers through my body.
I stuck a few sopping fingers in her cunt and started to jiggle her pliant folds, pushing my fingers deeper and deeper inside of her. Soon I had four fingers in there, and there was still more room.
"Thrash your fingers, Bobby," she cried in a state of passion, "stick them in as far as you can, stick your whole arm in, my brother, make me come!"
I managed to get my thumb in. I didn't think it would fit, but Alice has the world's most compliant cunt. I think you could fit a submarine up there, if you got her in the right mood.
She grabbed my wrist and pulled it towards her, shoving my hand farther and father up her canal. I was amazed at how big it was!
I thrashed my entire arm around in an effort to make her come off. She was soon squealing with lust. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. I thought she was going to explode.
She flung her arms around me and pulled me so close to her that I thought her nipples would go right through me. She thrust her hot tongue far down my throat, almost as far as my hand was up her huge twat, and she spun it around until I was dizzy.
Then she started to come.
It was a long, drawn out orgasm, that started at the soles of her lovely feet and moved up until it flooded her entire throbbing body. She was heaving and sweating, and suddenly she went into a cataclysmic spasm that nearly killed the two of us.
When it was over she simply collapsed on the floor, a grin of contentment on her face and her eyes closed like an angel in hibernations.
CHAPTER SEVEN - MUSICAL CHAIRS
"I have an idea," Linda said, after she had recovered her equilibrium after her orgasm. "Let's play musical chairs."
"That's silly," said Ted, "We're not a bunch of little school children, you know."
"I don't mean regular musical chairs," said Linda with a big smile, "I mean orgasmic musical chairs."
We all perked up our ears, wondering what she was getting at.
"This is how it works," she explained, "one of the boys sits in a chair in the middle of the room. He has to have a large erection, which shouldn't be too hard to arrange. Some one plays the harmonica, stopping every few seconds so that we can change our positions."
"What are our positions?" I asked.
"Well," continued Linda, "The girls line up next to the boy sitting on the chair. When the music starts, the first girl lowers her cunt onto his prick and they fuck until the music stops. Then she gets up and the next girl gets on."
"Let's see," said Ted analytically, "There's one boy playing the music and one on the chair, but there are three of us. What is the third one going to do?"
"Hmm, I hadn't thought of that," Linda said.
"I've got it!" shouted Randy. "He can try to fuck the girls who are still waiting on line. The trick will be for him to get his prick out before the one he's fucking is supposed to mount the guy on the chair."
We all agreed that this was a great idea. "And how do you win this game?" asked Jo Ann.
"Very simple," Linda said, "The one who is fucking the guy on the chair when he comes is the winner. Of course," she added with a smile, "No one loses in this game."
"Except for the guy who has to play the harmonica," I said.
"That's the booby prize," said Ted.
We decided to pick straws to see which of the three boys would get to play the harmonica. As it turned out, I was the winner, or should I say the loser. Oh, well, I thought, "Tomorrow is another day."
Then John and Ted chose to see which of them would get to sit in the chair, and Ted won.
I woke up Alice, who was still sprawled out on the floor with her firm, full things spread wide apart and her cunt thrusting up like a holy mound. We explained the details of the game to her, and she thought that it would be great fun.
Ted got the chair and sat down on it, while I got the harmonica and stood right next to him. The girls lined up, and John stood next to them.
I started playing "Home on the Range," as Jo Ann, who was first on line, mounted brother Ted. He put his hands on her ass and started lifting and lowering her body in tempo with the music I was playing.
John, in the meantime, was trying to fuck Alice standing up, as she was the last one on line.
He was having a lot of trouble getting it in from that position, and I laughed as I played the song. Ted and Jo Ann thought that I had stopped playing, and she immediately got herself up off his prick to make way for Randy, who was next in line.
I started playing again, the same song. Randy practically jumped on top of Ted's red member, and they started rutting instantaneously. Their movement shook the flimsy chair, and I thought that it would break soon if they kept it up.
In the meantime, John had managed to get his dick into sister Alice, and though it was very difficult, he was moving it in and out of her big wet pussy. I could see that they were really getting into it, and were forgetting about the game, so I stopped playing.
Randy said, "Shit, it was just beginning to get good," and she jumped up off Ted's cock.
John managed to withdraw his prick from Alice's cunt just in time for her to impale herself on Teddy's pole. Her cunt was huge, and she had no trouble getting it inside of her.
I was standing right next to them, and my prick was beginning to get hard just from watching it all. Alice notice this and grabbed it with a free hand while she fucked Ted.
I didn't expect this at all, and in my excitement I forgot to play the song, so Alice had to jump up and leave both my prick and Ted's sticking straight up into outer space.
"This is a fucking frustrating game!" said Ted.
"It sure as hell is," I added.
It was Jo Ann's turn again, and when she mounted Ted I began to play the harmonica with one hand, while with the other hand I started fondling her delicious tits.
Her nipples were hard with desire, and she reached out and grabbed my cock the way Alice had. I decided that I wouldn't mess it up this time. So, with a tremendous act of will, I continued playing while her fingers pulled and caressed my hot rod. I kept going for a long time.
When I realized that I wasn't far from another orgasm, I stopped playing to give Randy a chance.
She jumped on Ted like a bat out of hell. In the meantime, John and Alice had fallen on the floor together and were having a royal fuck. I decided that I wouldn't stop this time, no matter what.
Randy began to message my balls, and when Jo Ann realized that the game was almost over, she got a handful of cranberry sauce and applied it in the vicinity of my asshole.
Then, while Randy (who was balling Ted) massaged my cock, sister Jo Ann thrust her finger up my asshole.
I was totally unprepared for it, and it was all I could do to keep from swallowing the harmonica. I dropped the instrument on the floor, but no one seemed to notice that the music had ended.
The game was truly over, but its place was taken by something much more enjoyable.
I fell to the floor with my knees bent and my ass sticking up in the air. Jo Ann's finger somehow managed to stay in my little hole, and her other hand managed to get a hold of some more cranberry sauce.
She took my prick in her red, slippery fingers and started massaging it with all her might. I felt myself reaching a peak of pure sexual ecstatic pleasure I had never known, and I just closed my eyes and let it happen.
From the other side of the room I heard Alice and John moaning. I stole a quick look at them, and they were rolling on the floor, first Alice on top, then John. Sometimes they would land so that they were on their sides. Then they would wrap their legs around each other and go to it with renewed passion. Ted and Randy too were going to it with full force. Ted was moving so hard that his ass was actually leaving the seat of the chair with each throb of his body. Randy's head was thrown back in a classical expression of orgasmic lust, and her body writhed and heaved as she straddled Ted.
"Oh," cried sister Randy, "I'm coming Ted, I'm coming baby, do it to me!"
Ted got the message and went at it harder than ever. Soon she was sobbing and coming at the same time, and Ted couldn't hold back any longer. His body heaved and jumped one last time, and he shot his load into his sister's steaming cunt.
I couldn't hold back any longer after watching this enticing scene, and my prick began to throb in my sister's hand. I grabbed a handful of gravy and shoved some fingers into her hot, wet cunt. She grunted and heaved, and I knew that we would come together.
Down, down the long dark damp path we flew, fingers on genitals and mouths now locked in a passionate dance of tongues and lips, a wet, tingling ceremony that only had one possible end.
My juices started spurting from the red hot tip of my trembling cock at the same time as my sister Jo Ann started to come all over my fingers and the plastic sheeting on the floor.
We held each other in a mad frenzied embrace, and then we collapsed in each others arms, like two exhausted little kids. Boy, what an orgasm that was!
No sooner had we come than I heard Alice and John, who had wedged themselves into a corner in their passionate, rolling frenzy.
"Oh, my little Johnny, your cock's so big and hard, I can't believe it, oh, darling, I'm coming... " Alice moaned.
John said, "Me too, baby doll, I can't wait any longer " And then they exploded together, two loaded wads of dynamite rolling in each others arms, prick and cunt juice mingling inside Alice's king sized cunt.
When the pounding had ceased, the two of them collapsed, spent. The room was absolutely silent, except for the crackling of the logs in the big old fireplace.
"It's only too bad that Mother couldn't have been here," I sighed, and everyone else weakly sighed in agreement.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I went to get it, completely forgetting that I didn't have any clothes on. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and saw Kim, the chick who I had "raped" a month before.
She didn't seem at all surprised to see me standing there naked. In fact, she wasn't even surprised when she saw my brothers and sisters lying on the floor in each others arms.
"Bobby," said Kim, "I'm sorry for what I've done to you, and I've come to wish you and yours a happy Thanksgiving and to pay you back for all the pain I've caused you."
The instant she finished talking, she threw her furry coat on the floor to reveal that, underneath it, she was wearing a black frilly brassiere that pushed her tits up to a fierce, high angle. There was a hole at the tip of each of the cups, and her nipples jutted out, hard with a burning desire.
The only other thing she was wearing, aside from her knee high leather boots, was a pair of yellow bikini underpants with a black frill and a zipper down the front.
I gaped in astonishment as she undid the zipper to reveal the thick bush of hair underneath. She spread her legs wide as she stood there at the entrance to our ravaged living room and thrust her pussy forward.
"I offer myself to all of you, if you want me," she said, and I could tell that she meant it.
Could this be the same girl who had been such a downright prude only a few weeks before? I couldn't believe it, but it seemed to be true.
I watched her fasten her eyes on Ted's cock, which, though limp, was still large and attractive. Her mouth opened and her tongue began to lick her lips seductively. Her hands, in the meantime, were on her hips, and she started moving her body in a slow, circular motion.
Then she lifted her hands to her nipples which stuck out of the holes in her bra. She started touching the red berries with her fingertips, bringing them to a peak of ripe firmness.
"Who's first?" she asked with a mean grin.
We all looked at each other. In the kind of communication that only a tightly knit family can have, we decided without talking that we would all get her at the same time.
In one fell swoop, we were upon her. We each grabbed a different part of her body and pulled her onto the plastic mat. Then we got the remains of our Thanksgiving meal and covered her body with it, dumping everything on her right from the bowls.
She didn't know what hit her, and her calm collectedness dissolved into a state of confused passion. We didn't even bother taking her boots, bra or panties off.
The feel of the still warm, juicy food on her body set to writhing in the mess, as we each caressed, pinched, and otherwise handled every part of her body.
The first thing I did was to stick three asparagus into her cunt, the very cunt that wouldn't have me a short while before. She was dry, but the gravy and cranberry sauce lubricated her twat so that the green stalks fit easily up her crevice. I started vibrating the vegetables as fast as I could in order to drive her mad with passion.
Linda and Randy were each fiercely sucking one of her nipples, which by now were a dark red and hard as rocks. John, in the meantime, held his hard prick inches above her mouth and poured gravy on himself, so that it dripped off his cock and into her mouth.
At the same time, Ted was sticking his now hard rod into her ear. Then he would pull it out, put a glob of cranberry sauce on the tip, and stick it back in again.
"Hell," she cried, "I don't know what's happening, it's all so amazing, holy shit!" She just didn't know what to say.
As I wiggled the asparagus in her cunt, I reached in with my other hand and sought after her clit. I found it in no time, and grabbed it between my thumb and forefinger. A spasm of hot nervous energy set her body tingling, and she twitched spasmodically from stem to stern.
After I had done this for a while, I tore her panties down completely and grabbed a giant sopping handful of mashed potatoes. After I soaked them in the brown, heavy gravy, I brought them to her cunt and did my best to stuff the whole handful into her cunt. I didn't do too badly, only dropping a little bit on the plastic.
"Oh, oh!" she moaned, "I can't stand it!"
John by now had his hard shaft in her mouth. She raised one of her hands to her lips and started massaging the aroused cock. My sisters Randy and Linda were still going at her nipples, which were becoming more and more sensitive to the exquisite tingling sensations.
Alice was smearing Kim's legs with a concoction made of mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberry sauce, lavishing a great deal of attention on the half crazed girl's thrashing toes and ankles, which she got to by pulling off the boots.
"Now you're going to get something you won't ever forget," I said to Kim, and I grabbed some turkey meat, tore it into bite sized chunks, and stuffed it up her cunt with the potatoes. When I had pushed it in as far as I could with my fingers, I lowered my lips to her furry turkey pie and began to have myself a feast.
Alice saw what I was doing and decided that she too could use a little snack, so she started licking her stew from between Kim's toes.
Kim couldn't handle it all, and her body started thrashing wildly on the floor, making a strange, wet slapping sound against the big sheet of plastic.
I had my tongue as far up her hairy, wet slit as I could get it, and I kept discovering more and more of the good food I had stuffed in there. The taste was out of this world--there is no seasoning like cunt sauce, I always say.
Linda and Randy by now were stuffing cranberry sauce into her bra, and the red jelly was oozing out the holes that her nipples peeked through. The two girls would then lick up the sauce that escaped and put some more into the bra. Ted had grabbed the entire bowl of gravy and dumped it in Kim's hair.
He was giving her a lascivious head massage with his gravy drenched fingertips, and she was so turned on that she hardly knew what was happening any more.
"Eat me! Eat me!" she was shouting. I assumed that she was speaking to me, and I attacked her throbbing pussy even more passionately than before. Her juices were flowing profusely, drowning out the flavor of the gravy, So I grabbed another ladleful of gravy and shoved it into her crack.
"Excuse me for a second," said John to all of us. Then he slid his drenched body on top of hers and started slithering around, pressing his stiff rod against her matted hair. She put her arms around him and started humping back with a passion.
John's throbbing prick slipped naturally into her oozy slit and he started jabbing in and out as fast as he could.
"Oh, fuck me," she called, "somebody fuck me, please fuck me now!"
I think she was so far gone that she didn't even realize that somebody was fucking her.
The rest of us watched this show for a little while, and then we got busy with the food that was by now all over the place. We covered John's body with sauce, and started sticking asparagus and mashed potatoes into Kim's ears.
Then John remembered that there was one drumstick left. He quickly pulled his cock out of the dripping cunt and grabbed the drumstick, which was drenched in cranberry sauce. Then, without waiting a second, he rammed it up her twat and started spinning it around and around.
"Oh, yes, fuck me baby, do it to me, oh... " moaned Kim insanely. She didn't even know that it was a leg of turkey and not a prick that was fucking her, and she didn't even care.
Her legs were now thrashing in the air, and her back muscles were contracting so violently that her lovely, soaking ass was getting four or five inches off the ground and then crashing back down with a splash.
Jo Ann, in the meantime, had gotten my prick in her mouth and was sucking me off. In no time I was going under into the swirling no man's land of come. Time after time my young prick throbbed and shot a quick heavy spurt of cream into my beautiful sister's mouth and down her throat.
By the time I finished coming I was entirely wasted and spent. I was amazed to see that Kim was still going at it with the drumstick that John was twirling around in her cunt. That girl had more energy than a herd of horny buffaloes!
Ted was fucking Alice, who was on her stomach with her ass sticking up in the air. Randy had positioned herself so that Alice's mouth was in her cunt, and Alice was eating her out as Ted fucked Alice from the rear. It was an inspiring sight, I'll tell you that.
Randy was beginning to sob in ecstasy as her sister's hot tongue licked her every nook and cranny. Ted was doing a great job on Alice, and soon she too was moaning with pleasure.
All these animal sounds were exciting the sex crazed Kim, as John vibrated the drumstick in her sticky quim. It was better by far than any electric dildo that has even been invented.
Suddenly Randy was coming off in Alice's mouth, and the moan she made was indescribable.
Kim got the hint, and started coming as John sloshed the soggy piece of meat and bone around in her trembling thrashing cunt. Her body was literally jumping off the floor as she came, and it was a long multiple orgasm the likes of which I had never seen. When she had finished coming she still hadn't slowed down completely, and she grabbed the drumstick out of her cunt and started ripping at it with her teeth.
The very taste alone was enough to send her into one more impassioned heave, and I watched her juices spurt out onto the soaked plastic mat. Then she collapsed in the combined cranberry, gravy, and come juices and moved her sopping head in a slow circle until she couldn't even do that any more.
Then Alice and Ted came at the same time, amid whimpers and sexual grunts. When they were pumped dry, they relaxed in a heap next to the spent and relaxed Randy.
It was too much!
We all lay there for a good long while, perhaps an hour or more. We were all so dizzy and spent that we lost track of time.
Gradually we became aware that the gravy and juices that covered our bodies had dried in the air of the room. It was a strange feeling, like being enveloped in a thin candy shell, and it was a little difficult to move.
"Let's take a bath," I said to no one in particular.
Everyone woke up and agreed that it was an excellent idea. The only problem was that unfortunately we couldn't all fit in the tub at the same time, we went in shifts.
I went first, with Kim and Linda. We looked very weird, especially Kim, whose hair was matted down with hardened gravy and was sticking straight out at all angles. She was still wearing the seductive bra, too, which was even stranger.
"You'd better take that off before you get into the water," I said to her.
She said, "Wow, I didn't even remember that I had it on."
When she took it off her large tits relaxed to their natural lovely globular shape. It was very strange--her entire body was caked in dried brown gravy and mashed potatoes, while her tits were their usual pale white, with a thin coating of cranberry red.
We filled the bathtub and got in. Then we realized that a bath really wouldn't help us in the state we were in, so we let the water out and started the shower going.
The three of us just stood under the steamy shower, casually touching, saying not a word. There was nothing to talk about.
We just stood there and let the water dissolve the crust from our exhausted bodies.
After most of the stuff had gone down the drain, Kim asked me if I would wash her hair for her. I said that I would love to, and I poured a lot of shampoo on her head and started rubbing. My body pressed up against hers, my limp, comfortable cock nuzzling against her round, contoured ass. As I was doing her hair, she snuck one of her hands around and took a gentle hold of my prick.
Even though her touch felt great, I didn't have the energy to get a hard on.
"I know how you feel," she said, although I hadn't even said anything to her.
"Me too," Linda said, "I don't think I'll be able to fuck again for a week, or even think about it."
But we still were happy.
CHAPTER EIGHT - NEW ADDITION TO THE FAMILY
Mother returned to the farm a few days after the incredible party. She was wearing some new, expensive looking clothing--a beautiful silver fur coat, a sleekly seductive low cut red dress, new shoes, and she had a new pocketbook and a new suitcase which turned out to be filled with more goodies.
Accompanying Mother was a lovely, slender girl of about fifteen years. She was dressed rather prudishly, and yet her beautiful figure couldn't help but shine through.
"Children," said Mother, "This is your cousin Maria. She's the daughter of your long lost uncle Archie Typical, who used to be an oilman in Texas before he retired. She's going to s ay with us as if she were another sister."
Maria nervously said hello to us, and then Mother said, "We've been on the train for hours, so let's just let Maria get washed up and take a nap before we get to talking to her."
It was a sound idea, and Maria was happy to comply.
When Maria was safely tucked away in the spare room, Mother called us over for a discussion.
"Children," she said, "Maria was your uncle Archie's only child, and on his deathbed he asked me if I would mind her moving in with us. Of course, I told him I would be glad to have her, as she's such a nice person. But there's one thing--if Maria is happy here, we stand to inherit a great deal of money. So let's not do anything that might upset her."
"What exactly do you mean, Mother?" asked John.
"I mean that we'll have to start wearing clothes around the house, at least until she is ready to join us. And, needless to say, we will have no more group showers, or other intimate goings-on."
"Gee whiz, Ma, is it all worth it?" asked Jo Ann.
"If we can do it," said Mother, "we'll be millionaires within a year or two." year or two."
"It's worth it," we all said in unison.
For the next few weeks, I watched Maria closely. She was a shy quiet girl, and a very very beautiful one at that. She didn't seem to have any interest in anything sexual, though, which was a problem.
All the rest of us were getting pretty horny. I had to content myself with sneaking into a closet with Randy or Jo Ann and having them suck me off, or sucking them off, or both.
It was fun, but not nearly as good as in the good old days when we could do it right out in the open.
One day as Maria was bathing I walked by the door of the bathroom and noticed that the door was open a crack. I couldn't resist the temptation to look in. She was standing in the tub, facing away from me, washing her front. Her body was long and lithe, with a tiny waist that I thought I could easily get my hands around. Her ass was firm and perfectly shaped, with two little dimples about three inches above the top of the crack. Her skin looked silky and fine.
She turned to the side, so that I had a good view of her tits. They weren't tremendously big, but they were absolutely firm without the slightest trace of a sag. They were crowned with beautifully formed round nipples, whose little tips stuck out enticingly. A drop of water was hanging onto the nipple nearest me, and I wanted so badly to run over to her and lick it off, but I didn't dare.
Then I watched her as she started to wash her lovely upturned breasts. She started first with the undersides, gently running her soapy fingers over the silky skin, working her way slowly towards the rosy nipples. When she reached her nipples, she took them lovingly between her fingers and started caressing them.
I realized that this had nothing to do with getting herself clean.
She squeezed and petted the nipples until they were stiff and firm, and I noticed that her mouth had opened a little way. Her long silken hair hung down her back, dripping with clear water. She continued fondling her beautiful tits, and her tongue had begun to slide across her lips.
I found that I was getting a tremendous hard-on watching her.
She continued playing with her tits with one hand, while the other slid down to her small patch of soft silken pubic hair. She ran her hand through the hair for a while, as if shampooing it. Both her hands now were moving in small delicate circles on different parts of her body.
She shook just a bit as her finger slipped into her pussy. I could see her moving her hand in search of the spot that would give her the most delight. When she found it, her legs automatically spread apart and the hand on her tit pressed it almost flat up against her body.
She was really working her pussy now, and her tight, white ass was rolling and gyrating as her fingers moved inside of her. I could hardly stand to watch it any more.
I looked at her face, and she had the most sensual expression imaginable all over it. As I watched her, I imagined that she was under me as my prick moved slowly in and out of her luscious wet cunt. I practically came in my pants.
Her body was silently writhing now, as if she was approaching a self-induced orgasm. All of a sudden she pulled her hand out of her cunt and put it back on her tit.
She started massaging her tits now, pressing them up, down, and to the sides just for the thrill of it. I think that she stopped doing it to her cunt because she didn't want to come off right there, but she was far too aroused to stop playing with her boobs.
Finally, when it seemed that there was nothing else she could do, she turned on the cold shower, which cooled her passions on the spot.
I realized that, although she didn't show it most of the time, she was a ripe, highly sexed young lady. She was just afraid to show it.
When she left the bathroom, she had her usual, bland expression on her face, although the look she gave me was a little more intense than usual. I wonder if she knew I had seen her touching herself?
I made a plan to seduce her.
That evening, after I had bathed, I wandered into her room with a towel around me and sat down on her bed.
"It sure is nice to have you here," I started innocently.
"It's nice to be here," she responded, "although I really miss my father, may he rest in peace."
I made a gesture of condolence, while at the same time moving in such a way that my prick began to creep out from under the towel's protective covering.
"Do you find it any different here than it was back home?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "back home there was no one else around, only Father and I. I hardly even had any friends, and no brothers and sisters, of course. I'm not used to being here with all these people."
"We're all very close here," I said, "much closer than the average family ever gets. Why, we even used to take baths together."
She seemed to blush a little when I mentioned baths.
"How long ago was this?" she asked.
"Oh, not very long ago at all," I said, without telling her that we'd done it until the day she arrived.
"I'd be too embarrassed to do that," she said with a curious little half smile.
My prick was now sticking about two inches beyond the folds of the towel, and she couldn't help but see it if she looked down that way. I watched her eyes as I spoke.
"It's not really embarrassing to bathe together," I told her, "in fact, it's the healthiest thing in the world. That way you aren't ashamed to see other people without any clothes on, or be seen yourself that way."
As I was talking her eyes dropped down to my waist, and I knew that she had seen my prick. She didn't act surprised or anything. In fact, she actually seemed to be contemplating it rather calmly.
But I knew that it was too early to make a move of any sort, so I just continued talking.
"Why, I remember," I said, "how one of my sisters would wash my back, how good it felt to have someone else's hand gliding over my skin. Then I would turn around and she would wash my front as well. Oh, those were the days."
"It sounds like fun," she said shyly, "but I think I would be too embarrassed to do it."
I realized that just the fact that I was so close to her was causing my cock to stand up, but I decided not to bother covering it up. She reached her hand up to brush a whisp of hair out of her eye, and on the way up it brushed very gently against the tip of my cock.
She blushed profusely and said, "Excuse me."
I said, "Don't worry about it, I do it all the time."
She started to laugh, a long hearty laugh that released a lot of the tension that she had been carrying around with her. Then, when she stopped laughing, she took a good, long look at my prick.
"You know, I've never seen one of those before. I guess I've lived an isolated existence. I thought it was bad for people to see each other's... " She didn't know what word to use, so I cut in.
"Genitals," I said, using the cleanest word I knew.
"Gosh," she said, "you sure know a lot for a boy who's only twelve."
"I may be twelve," I said with a smile, "but I've been around." Of course, I didn't mention that the people I'd been around with were all my brothers and sisters--with the exception of Kim, who was on the way to becoming a regular part of the family anyway.
I noticed that the flannel nightgown she was wearing had opened a crack, and I could just see a little of her right tit. She noticed where I was looking, and hurriedly moved to close the nightgown.
"Don't worry about it, cousin," I said, "I've seen plenty of undressed girls in my life, and you have nothing to worry about."
She gave Another little laugh and relaxed again. Her nightgown opened up a little more, and I could see the edge of her nipple.
"After all," I added as I stared at her beautiful nipple, "we are relatives, aren't we?"
This seemed to ease her mind even more, and she lay down on her back, her nightgown slipping to the point where her right tit was almost entirely exposed to my careful scrutiny.
I decided that the time was just about ripe to make a move.
"Cousin," I said gently, "let me see what you feel like."
She smiled at me, although I knew that she was a little bit frightened. What made it easier for her to go through with it was that I was so young, and it didn't seem that she was being seduced.
I brought my hand to the opening in her nightgown and set my hand down in the cleavage between her tits. I had a choice of whether to move to the right or the left. I chose right, as it was out in the open and I could see what I was doing.
To make her feel more comfortable, I kept talking as I slid my hand smoothly over her firm silky flesh.
"Maria, your skin is really beautiful. Do all the girls where you come from have skin like that?"
"I really don't know," Maria said, "I didn't know anyone else."
Just as she finished speaking, my fingertips met the edge of her nipple. A few little goose bumps sprang to life under my touch, and they excited my fingers as much as my fingers excited her tits.
I took the nipple between my thumb and forefinger the way I had seen her do it to herself in the bath. She closed her eyes for a second and said, "Oh, Bobby, is it all right to do this?"
"Cousin," I said with a comforting smile, "do you think that I would do something wrong to you? I don't mean to do you any harm, I just want to get to know you better."
She smiled in relief, and surrendered her tit to my longing fingertips. It slowly began to stand up in desire. I felt the warm rush of blood flowing into it. It burned with the heat of pure passion, and I felt my own blood stirring in response.
Maria's lips had opened in a sexy pout, and I lifted my other hand to her lips. She licked my fingers with her hot tongue, and I could only think how fine it would be if she were licking my cock instead.
I stuck my fingers inside her mouth, and she began to suck on them with a fevered passion. I moved my other hand to her left boob and quickly brought that nipple to a standing ovation. Her breathing was getting heavier, and I knew that she was almost as hot as I had seen her in the bathtub.
I moved my hand down to her stomach. It was flat and velvety smooth. I started a slow circular movement of my hand, and her hips began to move slightly the same way.
Her nightgown was pressed tight against her loins, and I thought I could see the outline of her bush right through it. I took my hand off her stomach and put it directly on top of the nightgown above her bush.
"Oh, Bobby," she sighed, "that feels good."
I pressed my hand down on her cunt, and the slight movement of her hips must have given it a lovely sensation, for she started to moan, a barely audible, low animal purr.
I looked at her face. She had something of an angelic glow, and I couldn't resist kissing her. I had meant the kiss as a perfectly innocent gesture, but before I knew it her tongue was far inside my mouth.
She was moving it passionately, tasting my tongue, my teeth, my gums, the inside of my cheeks--in short, everything I keep in there. I was almost fainting with the thrill of it all, and I knew that Maria was having a good time as well.
While we kissed, I thrust my hand down her open robe until I could feel the soft down of her cunt pie. It was a long reach, as she was taller than I at the time, but I managed to make it. I let my fingers wander around her tender cuntlips, until I felt a slight trickle of her precious pussy soup beginning to flow.
I jumped on top of her, the towel still around my waist, and began to hump her. She let out a long sigh of pleasure.
Unfortunately, brother John, who was just down the hall from us, heard the sigh and thought that something was wrong. He came tearing into the room at full speed.
"What the hell are you doing to her, Bobby? Is he trying to rape you, Maria?" he shouted.
"No, it's not like that at all!" I yelled back. Things were going so well, and then he had to come along and mess it up.
"You leave her alone!" John yelled at me. "Get out of here and go to your room."
I knew that I could explain it all to him, but I decided that it would be easier to wait until a more convenient time. So I got off Maria and started back to my room.
John had put his arms around her as she sat up on the bed. She was very confused by the whole thing, and he mistook her confusion for fright. He also noticed her hard nipples.
Instead of going back to my room, I went into the room directly next to Maria's I knew that there was a little hole in the wall, through which I could watch what they were doing.
"Don't mind Bobby," John was saying to her, "He sometimes gets a little fresh."
"Oh no," said Maria, "he wasn't being fresh."
"You don't have to defend him," said John. I could see that the hand he had slipped behind her back was beginning to stroke and caress her through her nightgown.
His hand was moving down her back, and he got it all the way to her ass before he said anything else.
"I'll stay with you for a while, if you like," said John valiantly.
I could see that Maria was still very hot, and so could John, as she hadn't bothered covering up her boobs, and her nipples were hard with desire. Then she reached her hand around her back and removed his hand from her ass.
John looked a little crestfallen when she did this, but his spirits perked up when she took his hand and placed it on one of her tits.
"Try one of those," she said seductively.
"Oh shit," I said to myself, "I do all the work and he gets to have all the fun. What a day!"
He pressed her tits against her body the way I had seen her do to herself, and I knew that her response would be tremendous. Of course, it was. She attacked his mouth with hers, thrashing his lips and face with her tongue.
In no time he had his hand down around her cunt, and was sticking his fingers up her juicy slit.
Oh, if only it could have been me!
Her mouth opened wide and a little moan came out from deep in her soul. Then she thrust her head back with a toss of her silken hair, like a mare winnowing in heat. She let her entire body relax as his fingers did their exciting work in her cunt.
John, with a flick of his wrist, removed Maria's nightgown. Once again I saw her lithe, tight, magnificent body. It was glistening, only this time not with warm soapy water but with the steamy perspiration of her sensual body.
John gasped when he saw what she had. He started ripping his own clothing off, not even bothering to undo the buttons on his blue work shirt. Maria fastened her eyes on John's throbbing prick.
"My, John," said Maria, "Isn't your prick unnaturally large?"
John was flattered that she thought so, and he took his prick in his hand and started to rub it.
Maria watched him in fascination, her eyes moving with his hands. His prick was growing redder and larger, and Maria's eyes were as large as saucers.
She placed both her hands on her pubic fuzz as she watched him fondle his prick. I saw her slip one finger from each hand into her twat and send them searching for the pleasure point.
"Ooh!" she exclaimed, when she found it.
Now they were both lying down on their backs, right next to each other, fondling their own organs. Their heads turned so that they were looking each other straight in the eye.
"Oh, John, I've never done this with anyone else," Maria said, as her fingers continued to fly in and out of her hot box.
"Maria, you're beautiful," said John. "We should do this as much as we can, baby."
Their bodies began to writhe a little bit as their fingers sent hot chills of passion through their aching bodies. They moved a little closer together, and I could see Maria's tongue flick into John's mouth.
Just then, John took one hand off his prick and put it on Maria's cunt. When she felt his hand there, she took one of her hands and put it on his prick.
They were still lying on their backs, their legs spread wide apart, their bodies thrashing in ecstasy.
I stared at Maria's tits for a long while. They shook a little bit as her body writhed, and her nipples, although John hadn't touched them for a long while, were still as hard as ever.
I realized that Maria was rapidly approaching the point I had seen her reach in the bathroom, the point just before orgasm. I wondered whether or not she would stop herself this time, or if she would go through with it and have a tremendous orgasm.
Just then John started to heave and shake violently.
"Oh, Maria, I'm going to come, Oh baby, I'm coming... " His cock jumped in his hand, shooting a stream of white hot come into the air. It landed on Maria's stomach with a dull, sticky thud. Again and again he shot off, and again and again it landed on Maria's body.
"Oh gee, John, it's so hot. Oh John, I've never felt that before, oh, I'm losing control, ohhh She was beyond the point of no return.
Her body gave a final heavy heave of satisfied lust, and I saw a spurt of cunt juice jump from her twitching pussy. Her hands, rather than stopping at that point, continued playing with her wet bush with an increased passion.
In no time she started coming again, and this time it was a prolonged multiple orgasm, accompanied by an 'a cappella' chorus of grunts and sobs.
The spent bodies of my two relatives relaxed in a soggy wet heap on the bed, and I ran back to my room, frustrated as hell.
CHAPTER NINE - MAKING IT IN JUNIOR HIGH
I thought that after Maria's experience with John she would be happy to do it with me, but I found that she had some very strange thoughts on the subject.
I walked in on her one day as she was getting undressed and ready for bed. She had just removed her sweater, and she stood there in her jeans, stark naked from the waist up. Her tits were jutting forward proudly, and I couldn't resist a little feel.
I reached out and gently grabbed a nipple with my fingers. It was warm and pink and fleshy, but I only had it for a second. She jumped back and covered her tits with her hands, much to my surprise, "Hey, cousin, what's wrong? Don't you like me any more?" I asked her.
"Yes, Bobby, I like you very much. In fact, if it weren't for you I never would have gotten involved with John. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for introducing me to the pleasures of sex," she said to me.
"Sex with John, you mean," I said. I was really pissed off that I wasn't getting a slice of her pie, after cooking it and putting it on the plate.
"Yes," she said, not noticing the tone of my voice, "sex with good old John. Why, I could suck and fuck him for the rest of my life, should fate be so kind."
I didn't wait to hear anything else she had to say, since it was so painful.
I simply grabbed my schoolbag and started off for school. I felt mean and evil, and ready for anything. "If I can't have Maria, I thought, I'll have everyone else."
The first person I ran into on the way to school was a high school girl I had seen a few times before. She was walking about fifty yards ahead of me. I watched her beautiful ass jiggle under her smooth velvet skirt as she walked, and her long lanky legs pulsing with smooth musculation.
I ran as fast as I could in her direction. Just as I passed her, I saw a few small evergreen bushes by the side of the road. I took a running dive into the bushes, but I made it look like a natural fall. It was quite a big fall, and it was much more painful than I thought it would be.
But I had a definite goal in mind, and I didn't let my pain get in the way. I started screaming in the bushes, and the girl came running over to see if I was all right. As soon as she was close I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. She was so surprised that she didn't even protest.
No sooner had she fallen on top of me than I stuck my hand up her skirt and pressed it against the filmy panties that covered her crotch. I could feel her furry pelt just beneath the panties and my excitement was uncontrollable I ripped her panties down without even removing her skirt first. Her pussy felt warm and good, although she was beginning to kick and pinch and bite.
I realized that it might be more of a struggle than I thought it would be, as she was older and stronger than I. I did manage to get a few fingers into her cunt, though, before she took a full swing of her pocketbook and almost knocked me out.
I was so stunned that I lost my grip on her, and she stood up and started running away. As she faded off into the distance, I realized that she hadn't taken the time to pull up her panties, and they were hanging ludicrously at her knees as she ran.
"Serves her right," I said to myself.
I decided not to try anything else on the way to school. But when I got to school, I remembered that it was art day, and that our art teacher was a fine looking woman about Mother's age. The best thing about her is that she usually wore a low cut dress, low cut by school standards, anyway.
When I was in her class, I kept coming up to her desk to ask questions. I stood over her and stared down her dress, hoping that she would lean forward and give a better view. Once she leaned forward and squeezed her arms together at the same time, which gave me a lovely view of her tits being squeezed together.
I decided that there was no harm in being blunt, so I wrote her a little note which read, "Dear Teacher, I think that you are a very beautiful woman, and I think that I could prove to be a surprisingly capable young man, bedwise. If you are interested, contact me after "class. Love, Bobby."
She read the note with a sweet smile on her face, and when she had finished she looked at me piercingly and nodded her head. A tingle of intimate reality and lust, shot up my spine.
After class she came over to me and said, "I'll give you some homework to do today, at my home."
"That's fine with me, " I replied, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.
After school I met her in the parking lot. She hustled me into her big black car and we whisked off in the direction of her house. It was far away, and took a long time to get there. In fact, I felt like we were going in circles, but I was too filled with lust to say anything.
I sat next to her in the front seat, and we were both silent for a long time.
Then she said simply, "Eat me out!"
I realized that she had hiked her skirt up to her waist and more, and she was wearing nothing under it. Her large mat of carpet-like hair hung down and touched the seat, and I licked my chops at the sight of it.
Without saying a word, I leaned over and put my lips to her cunt. As my tongue pushed into her for the first time, I felt the moving car shimmy a bit as she shook with the sudden thrill. Her pussy was already quite wet, and I realized that she was probably thinking about me all day. That was good to know.
As I continued tonguing her twat, her thighs were beginning to open and close with excitement. She was a hot broad, that's for sure. If I'd known this before, I would have been taking art every day.
Her juices were beginning to flow copiously as I worked my tongue in and around her giant clitoris, which was throbbing and hot. She removed one of her hands from the steering wheel and started to caress the back of my neck as I sucked her off.
With my mouth buried deep in her furry twat, I said, "You'd better be careful--there's a lot of traffic on this road and it would be a terrible drag to get into an accident now."
But, as my mouth was hurried deep in her twat, the only sound that came out was a sort of distorted, incomprehensible moan. The vibration of my voice against her pussy sent a hot flash through her entire body, and the car quivered on the black macadam roadway.
Fortunately we were very close to her house, and soon I realized that we were pulling into her driveway, although I couldn't see a thing except the twisted wiry strands of hair that formed my damp pillow.
"Hurry," she said, "Let's get inside before I burst."
She hurriedly unlocked the front door and whisked me inside. The first thing to greet my eye was a beautiful leather spiral staircase with shiny brass banisters. She ran up the stairs ahead of me, dripping come on the leather stairs.
At the top of the stairs I realized that we were right in her bedroom. She had a large circular bed with a zebra skin covering.
"Wow, what a piece you have," I said in awe.
"It suits my needs," she whispered seductively, "and so do you, big little boy."
With that, she undid her dress and let it fall in a heap on the floor. She stood before me in nothing but a bra and shoes, and the bra was on the floor in another second, which left nothing but the shoes.
"I guess I'll never get to take a bra off," I thought.
She sat down on the bed in front of me, and I could see that her cunt was still oozing its juices. She slowly pulled off her black patent leather high heels and threw them at my feet.
"Gonna joint me?" she asked, "Or you just gonna stand there looking dumb?"
I was a little insulted, but I started undressing on the spot. In a flash I was as naked as she was, and ready to go.
"I want you to suck my nipples, big boy," she said in a hushed, sensual tone of voice.
I took a good look at her nipples for the first time. They were large and dark, almost brown, and the tips were firm and big with desire. They must have stuck up an inch from the rest of the nipple, and I could taste them in my mouth even before they were there.
I strolled up to her and took one of her tits in my hand. I lifted my hand until the tit was inches above its normal position, and then I let it drop with a dull thud of flesh on flesh. I liked it, and I did it again to the other tit. She was smiling lustfully, so I did it a few more times. Then, without warning, I descended upon her left nipple.
It was even bigger in my mouth than it looked. In fact, it filled my mouth as no nipple ever had before, and it was as hot as a freshly cooked sausage. I pressed it hard with my lips and tongue, and I felt my teacher's body tremble with passion.
As I sucked her tit, I jabbed my hand far into her cunt. It went right in, slick and smooth without a moment's hesitation.
She grabbed my arm and stuck my hand even farther into her, jamming it in up to the wrist. Then she put her arms around me and started squeezing me in a frenzy. I continued fingering her and sucking her tits as best I could under the extenuating circumstances, and it was difficult.
As her frenzy grew into a veritable cyclone of passion, her long fingernails started to scratch at my back.
I stopped sucking her nipple for a second, just to see if it had any effect on her fingernails slashing at my back. It did. Immediately she removed her hands from my back and grabbed my prick, which by now was hard with hot passionate blood.
"Oh, boy, what a prick you have. It's so beautiful, I just want to eat it," and she did.
Her glistening white teeth came down hard and heavy on my cock, and her tongue was flaming with passionate intensity. She bit and chewed and clawed all at once. Most of the time it felt pretty good to me, although I must admit that I was confused as I had never come up against such a wild woman before.
The more she sucked and licked and chewed on my trembling cock, the more satisfied she was and the more she wanted.
Suddenly she stopped what she was doing and reached over to her night table, opening the alligator drawer and withdrawing a giant sized plastic tube that was shaped like a cock. She also took out a jar of red cream.
"What are those for?" I asked.
This is an electric vibrating dildo for me to shove up your little pretty pink asshole, and this red cream is strawberry flavored fucking fluid to help lubricate our vital part and make them taste like a strawberry sundae."
I was a little intimidated by the plastic machine, especially when she switched on the battery powered electric motor. It hummed like a generator gone berserk, and I couldn't imagine what it would do to my ass.
"Turn over," she commanded. I was beginning to feel that this was a one-sided affair, but I didn't say anything at the time. I turned over and lay down on my stomach.
She grabbed me firmly by the hips and twisted me so that my ass was sticking straight up in the air. Then she took a glob of the red cream and applied it to my little opening. I could smell the strawberries as she rubbed it in, and I was reminded of hot summer days of long, long ago when the family would all sit around naked and eat ice cream sundaes and then retire to the bath tub.
Suddenly I felt a hot sticky fleshy feeling on my ass, and, looking back, I realized that she was sticking her tongue in my asshole. She was really crazy. Her arms were slapping against my back as she licked, and her legs thrashed wildly on the bed.
She brought one of her gooey hands down to my asshole and stuck a finger in as fast and hard as she could. It shocked me, and I fell flat against the bed, squashing and hurting my erect prick under my body.
"Oww!" I yelled.
"Shut up, you fucking coward!" was all she had to say about it.
I was beginning to realize that this art teacher was a very strange person, and that maybe fucking her wouldn't be such a good thing to do, after all. But it was too late now--I had fallen into the web of sin and would have to fight my way out or die.
She raised my ass in the air again, this time shoving the still vibrating dildo in as far as my tight asshole would allow. It hurt tremendously at first, but soon the vibrating machine had hypnotized my ass, and it was beginning to feel good. The strawberry cream was dripping down my legs and onto the magnificent bed.
As she dildoed me, she lowered her head and began to lick the cream off my legs, working up until her tongue was at my balls, which were also drenched in the juicy stuff. Her tongue was hot enough to melt plastic, and my balls leaped at its touch. She continued this for as long as she could, and then she was carried away by her passion and began to bite my legs and thighs as hard as she could.
Finally she took a bite out of my ass, and I actually thought that she had taken about a pound of my flesh with her.
"Shit!" I screamed in agony, "what the hell are you trying to do to me?"
"Devour you, little man. My appetite is unquenchable," she said with an evil leering look.
I must admit that I was growing a little frightened of the whole thing, and I tried to get up and run. But she jumped me, and from the side of the bed, produced a chain and put it around my legs.
"There's only one way to get out of here," she said with a demonic grin, "give me an orgasm and you're free, kid."
I was frightened, sure, but I knew that I had to do it.
She made me lie down on my back. Then she climbed on top of me, straddling me with her thighs. She moved herself up until her pussy was right at my mouth. She took my hands and shoved some fingers into her dripping crack. The oozy come dribbled down her slit and onto my chin and neck.
I started vibrating my fingers as fast as I could, figuring that the sooner I could get her to come off, the sooner I could get out of there and back to the comfort of my home. She responded to my touch, her eager twat beginning to pulsate spasmodically under the ministrations of my fingers.
"Oh, yes, little guy, do it to me, take me around the bend," she said in a hushed voice that was full of lust.
I kept it going as her body began to writhe above me. She had slipped one of her strawberry covered hands onto my cock and was rubbing it vigorously. I had lost my hard on, but her rubbing brought it right back. When she felt it spring to life she smiled joyfully and moved up another inch or two so that my lips were pressing on her sopping fur.
"Suck me off, now," she moaned.
I couldn't say no to my teacher, so I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go and started to lick her clit. The juices were flowing freely, dripping and dribbling into my mouth. I pressed my lips even closer to her cuntlips and began to suck ferociously. She squeezed my head between her thighs, closed her eyes, and began to make a low, growling sound, like a goat in heat.
"That's it, baby, I want more, more and still more! Do it until I can't take any more." She was barely speaking--it was more of a whimper of lustful animal passion.
I kept it up, nearly choking on her sweet oily juice as it rushed in a veritable water fall down my parched throat.
Then I remembered how she had reacted in the car when I started to speak with my tongue in her mouth. So I started to recite the first thing I remembered, a long speech written by the founding fathers.
She started to heave as soon as the first sound passed through my sopping lips. I increased the volume when I got to certain particularly loving passages, and her writhing became even more intense.
She began to bite her lips, and I mean bite it! It was turning blue with the tremendous pressure she was putting on it, and then I saw one of her pearly teeth actually pierce the surface of her lip and draw a hot flow of red blood.
"Oh, heaven, yes!" she screamed, and her pussy heaved and with one tremendous orgasmic plunge she shot a stream of hot frothing pussy cream into my tiring mouth until I couldn't breathe anymore. I had to turn away to avoid getting any more, and the remainder of her come gushed into my hair and ears in one hot frenzied wave.
Then she collapsed on top of me in a sizzling heap of hot wet unconsciousness. I realized that somehow the chain had come loose, and I jumped up, got dressed, and made my escape while I could.
I ran all the way home.
CHAPTER TEN - MOTHER
I felt so sad and lonesome, I couldn't help but cry.
Mother saw my tears, and she put her arms around me and held me close and tight. I felt like a little kid who had been hurt by his playmates.
"What's the matter, my darling?" she asked me tenderly.
"Oh, Mother, I just don't know. Everything I do seems to end up in a mess. I haven't had any satisfaction in such a long time, I just don't know what to do." My tears were flowing as I spoke.
"Don't you worry, Bobby, Mother will take care of you," she said while holding me close.
"I don't know, Mother, I just don't know," I said. I was in a terrible depression.
"You just wait a little while, Bobby. I've been preparing a surprise for your birthday, but there's no reason to wait until you're thirteen. We can do it today, as soon as I finish my preparations," said mother in a rich, womanly, mysterious voice.
"What are you going to give me?" I asked.
"You'll see," was all she would tell me.
Then she sat me down in front of her warm fire and told me to be patient for a little while longer. I watched her disappear around the corner and into her room. Her ass looked so good as it moved under her skin tight jeans! I just wanted to run over and give her a big hug, but she had told me to wait, so I did.
I sat in front of the hot fire for an hour or so, when I decided that I might as well take a bath to be all refreshed for whatever she had up her sleeve.
I took a long, hot bath followed by a short cold shower, and when I stepped out of the bathroom I was entirely refreshed after my long day. Mother was waiting for me at the door.
It is impossible to describe how she looked, but I will try.
Her hair was long, blonde and silky, and she had obviously spent a while combing it to make it even silkier. She had put a little makeup on her face, so tastefully that you wouldn't even know it unless you knew her as well as I did. She wore a new black silk kimono, which I had never seen before.
It was probably something she had brought back from her visit to Uncle Archie Typical's house, I figured.
The kimono was embroidered with beautiful little Japanese scenes, and on the back there was a large, delicately made picture of two mythological lovers locked in an ancient embrace.
The silk of the kimono was as thin as it could be, and it clung to her lush body like a second skin. Her breasts were jutting out as usual, and her nipples, which I could tell were slightly hard, forced their way up through the black silk.
My eyes scanned her body, and I realized that she was wearing absolutely nothing else, except for the meagre leather thongs on her feet. Her long, strong legs looked even longer than usual, as the kimono was so short.
"Oh, Mother!" I said, "You are so beautiful I could eat you. I've never known anyone as beautiful as you are this moment."
She smiled at me, and I think she may have even blushed a little bit. Then she took me by the hand and led me to her room.
A smell of frankincense and myrrh poured out of her room, hitting me even before I was inside. The fragrance took my breath away it was so beautiful.
As I crossed the threshold into her room, I was amazed at what met my eyes. Her room was converted into some kind of shrine almost. It was dark--the window was covered over by a piece of embroidered black velvet, and the only light was provided by two candles on either side of the bed. But I can't even call it a bed--it was more like a soft prayer mat, big enough for two people.
On the floor were several small Oriental rugs, and hanging from the walls and the ceiling were beads and various multi-colored ornaments that glistened seductively in the candlelight.
Next to the prayer mat on the floor was an ornate, hand carved water pipe with two long tubes to smoke from.
"Since when do you smoke, Mother?" I asked, perplexed by all these new things.
"It's not tobacco, Bobby, it's hemp from the shores of India. They say that if you smoke it you will experience things you never even dreamed of before. I've been waiting for the moment when we could share some together," Mother said in a musky, dark voice.
I had heard of hemp once or twice in school, but I never thought I'd ever get to try it.
I sat down on the floor near the water pipe to wait for further instructions. Mother went over to her dresser and put on a new record player that I didn't even know we had. I didn't even bother asking her where it came from.
I had a feeling that anything could happen.
A strange, mysteriously seductive music poured forth from the loudspeakers.
"What is that?" I asked her.
"Indian sitar music," Mother said, "it's very beautiful if you give it a chance."
I must admit that I didn't understand it at first, but I didn't make any judgement jus then.
Mother lit the green, flaky looking stuff in the bowl of the pipe. It looked like some kind of green tobacco to me, but who was I to say? She told me to take one of the cloth tubes with the brass mouthpieces and start puffing.
I never smoked a cigarette in my life, and at first it was impossible to get the hot, sweet smoke into my lungs.
"Just take it easy, darling," Mother said, "You'll get the hang of it in no time."
I relaxed a little and continued puffing. Soon I was getting a taste of the smoke into my lungs. I could feel it swirling out from my lungs and reaching into every last corner of my body. Soon a light, floating feeling had overcome me, and I felt like I was about to leave the ground at any moment.
I grew frightened for a second, as I thought I would float away into oblivion.
But Mother was quick to comfort me. "There's nothing to fear, Bobby. Just relax and let it take you away."
Her voice was silky and fluid, and each word seemed to float out in a different color. I looked at her. Her eyes were infinitely deep pools of dark night, and I wanted to fall into them as far as I could.
Then she started to speak again, her voice this time seeming to come from inside of me.
"Oh, Bobby, I know how you feel. You feel like there's nothing inside of you, a deep gash, a void that nothing can fill. I know how you feel because I, too, feel that way. But there is something that we can do to fill the void."
I was wearing nothing but a towel around my waist, and, as she spoke, I felt a warm stirring from my prick. It had never felt quite like that before.
Mother relit the pipe, and we continued smoking. This time I thought that I actually was floating, and who knows? Maybe I was. The rooms' dimensions seemed to be changing--sometimes the ceiling seemed to be a thousand feet away, sometimes the walls seemed to be curving and swirling around.
And sometimes, when I looked at mother, the entire universe seemed to be swirling around her head.
We stared at each other for a long time, and I began to feel that we were not two separate people but different aspects of the same being.
The music had become much clearer, and for the first time it made perfect sense to me. Each note was clear and precise, and each had a distinctly separate color in my mind.
Mother said, "Go to the mat and take your towel off."
I watched her as she stood up, her supple body rippling underneath the thin film of black silk. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Slowly as she stood there she removed the silken kimono. One breast at a time became visible in the flickering candlelight. They seemed so pure and beautiful, and I wanted to reach out and touch them.
"You will," said Mother, as if she had read my mind.
I stood up and let the towel fall to the floor. I walked over to Mother and put my arms around her, and her body was the warmest, softest, most lushly seductive thing in the world.
"Go to the mat, Bobby, I have something that will make you feel wonderful," said Mother.
I went to the mat and lay down on my back. Mother came over, carrying a small exotic looking bottle of some sort of purplish oil.
"What's that?" I asked her. My voice seemed to be coming from the ceiling and not from me, and I started laughing. It seemed that I laughed for hours, although when I finished she was still standing there with the bottle in her hand.
She sat down on the mat and said in a fluid, silky voice, "It's a special oil from Pakistan. The idea is to rub it all over your body before making love."
Then she poured out a few drops of the potent liquid onto my chest and began to run with light strokes. It felt like a thousand electrical impulses were flooding into my body all at once, and I was filled with hot excitement.
When Mother had finished massaging the stuff into my stomach and chest, she started working on my neck, which felt incredible. She even applied a little of the creamy fluid to the inside and outsides of my ears.
Then she went all the way down to my feet, and did a little massage between each toe. From there she worked her way slowly up my leg. It was hours (or so it seemed) before she reached my prick, which was hard and hot.
She put a few drops of the oil on her fingers and started rubbing my cock. It felt like a moist, mush, hot cunt around my prick. She spent as long a time on my cock and my balls as she had on the entire rest of my body.
I was soaring through space.
I looked up at her and saw the flickering shadows that ran across her exquisite tits, and I gently took the bottle of oil from her and motioned that it was her turn to lay down.
I covered my hands with the tingling purple oil and started spreading the delightful stuff on her tits. The feeling of my oily hands running along her already silken tits was almost enough to give me an orgasm on the spot, but somehow I managed not to come. She closed her eyes as my fingers did their fluid job.
Her nipples were stiff with desire, bigger by far than I had ever seen them. When I started rubbing them with my oily fingers, Mother sighed.
"Oh, Bobby, my love, let us be together, let us be one, Ohh... " Mother said in an ethereal whisper.
I slid my hand down to her jutting mound of pussy, and found it to be as warm as an oven. I slipped my oily fingers inside and instantly found her hard clitoris. It was a large one, alright, and I squeezed it in my oily fingers. A powerful hot surge flashed through mother's body, and I felt a short spurt of hot come mix with the oil on my fingers.
I had to taste her, and I brought my lips down to her furry verge. It was perfumed with a musky, deep scent, and it was enough to drive me wild. I thrust my tongue deep inside her and sloshed it around as much as I could, to get the full flavor of every last throbbing crevice.
"Oh, yes, Bobby, yes," Mother moaned from a thousand miles away.
I put one of my hands on her tit as I sucked and licked her, and I put a few fingers of the other hand in her cunt with my tongue. This sent a thrill of spasmodic delight through her every pore, and she trembled under my touches.
I felt her hands reaching out to touch me, fingers in my ears and nostrils, in my mouth and anyplace else she could reach. I moved into a position where she could put her deeply oiled fingers around my hard, longing prick.
I was turned around now, so that as I ate her she was able to lick my legs at the same time, and fondle my balls and cock with her lubricated fingers.
At one point I managed to get my hard rod into her armpit, and she squeezed it by pumping her arm up and down, over and over again. It was an incredible feeling, and I saw red waves pulsating from the candles as the music continued its hypnotic chant.
Mother's oily fingers found their way into my asshole as her underarm rubbed and squeezed my hot prick. I could taste her juices spurting out onto my tongue, and it was the sweetest taste I had ever known in all the world.
Her pussy was beginning to purr--I thought I could actually hear it saying, "Come to me, Bobby, come to me and be my love." It was opening and closing in rhythm to the music and my tongues sloshing tattoo.
"Yes, she said, now, now you will finally know the thrill of it all, now you will come inside of me, your prick in my cunt."
I knew that the time had come, the time I had been waiting for all my life.
I turned my body around and climbed between Mother's moist, oily legs. She wrapped her warm legs around my body and pulled me forward, closer and closer to the warm red heart of my desires.
My cock jumped between my legs as I lowered myself onto her steaming, perfect body.
The lips of her cunt spread apart to let my cock into her red hot pulsating shrine of a cunt.
CHAPTER ELEVEN - FUCKING COUSINS
Frustrated really wasn't the word for what I felt that instant. I think 'murder' would be more of a classification. I wanted Maria all for myself. I certainly didn't want to share her with the other members of my family.
This was something I had never felt before about any fuck. Always we had shared and shared alike. Sometimes, one seemed to be getting a little more than another, but it all came out in thy wash. And all of us enjoyed each other.
Then there was that little matter of the inheritance which mother sorely needed to meet all the expenses of our growing family. I found that I wanted all that for me, too.
These thoughts, somehow foreign and yet familiar to my nature, were only making the frustration within me was felt even more. It was as though my prick were ultra-sensitive only to "green" cousins. Or perhaps I was suddenly wanting everything that money--and lots of it--could buy?
Lying down on the bed and letting all of these images pass through my mind, I lay my hands on my cock and absent-mindedly began massaging it into coming.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when my bedroom door opened and Maria slipped through, closing the door silently.
"Bobby," she whispered, "There you are. Why are you hiding from me?"
I rolled over. "What makes you think I'm hiding from anyone?"
She smiled at me. "Don't try to be casual. I know it was you at the door when I was fucking with John. And I wondered why you didn't join us. It would have been all the more fun."
I hung my head, ashamed of my thoughts. "Oh," she said. She was wiser than her years. "There's no need to be jealous. Aren't we all a big family--share and share alike?"
I nodded and whispered, "Yes, but... "
"But you want a little something you can call your own. Isn't that it?"
"Yes," I whispered ashamed of wanting a private 'ownership' of anything, much less her and her money.
"And that," she said as she came and sat down on the bed, "is something each person needs. It is the single thing in the world that one must work for. And along the way, one learns to earn the respect of others as well as their love."
"You mean if I want something all my own badly enough I have to go out and work for it, like we all work on the farm?"
"Vaguely, something like that. Although, you don't work for it in the sense of earning money so much as you earn the right to possess by never possessing, and by respecting those wishes and things that you are asked to care for." She sighed with the trouble of finding the right analogy. "Like a good credit rating or being known as an honest person--you have to earn it by reputation."
"Oh, I see," I said as it started to fall into place, "if I want something like that I have to prove that I should have it. Right?"
"Right," she countered. Her lips moved closer to mine and I waited until they touched. Her soft mouth began immediately working over mine and exciting me more. I felt my prick growing stronger with the engorging of blood and desire.
Laying her back on the wide bed, I lay over her supple body and kissed her mouth thoroughly, working my lips across her face, touching her eyes and ears and cheeks and eyebrows. For I knew I loved Maria even with greater desire than I did the rest of my family. Of course, I loved them dearly, and, also, my friends, but something special was reserved in my heart for Maria.
I suppose, I could say that she was all my heart could desire, and that would be right. But it wasn't enough. I could, also, say that she was my ideal of a woman. Neither was that the whole thing. I could only say and show her that what I was learning to feel for her was of greater intensity than anything I felt for all the others.
Maria I wanted forever and ever with me and near me--money or no money. Realizing this, I relaxed and began to enjoy fucking her.
My hands caught in her silken hair and I ground my mouth into hers. She did not protest, in fact, she ground back, her hands slid up and locked behind my head and her fingers roved up and down my neck and a short space of my back into my hair. Locking her arms behind my neck, she equalled the pull on my neck.
Bruising our lips in a passionate kiss, I began sliding my hands over her creamy sloping shoulders, down... down... down slowly moving toward her firm tits.
She responded with growing passion... so much that her ass wiggled with eager anticipation.
I knew she wanted to be fucked and soon. But first I wanted to go for a bang up job. I wanted her to know that I cared for her so much... that special caring. I wanted her to know now... today... with this fuck.
My lips moved caressingly over her face and over the ridge of her chin down to her creamy throat.
And my hands closed gently over her luscious tits, squeezing gently on the yielding flesh of her globes. I found her nipples already hard, but giving them a fierce rubbing against my palms made them harder and more erect still.
She began moaning with the build-up of desires inside of her luscious body. Her slow gyrations in her pussy and hips speeded up until she was wiggling with a frenzy of motion.
Her hands suddenly released my head and began running up and down the length of my back and around to my ribs. Usually I was ticklish, but not when I was hot.
So, I loved it and began moaning. I ground down on her bush and my cock responded with a couple of peremptory jerks. I could feel it stiffening and rising to thrust itself between our rotating bellies, for I had begun rotating my hips in a small, but seductive, circle.
She groaned as though in pain, which I knew was enjoyment, and spread her thighs just the tiniest bit apart. I felt my legs sink into the expanded space and loved the warmth that began spreading across my quivering flesh, from belly to shoulders and from the tips of my curling toes to the back of my neck where the hairs stood on end with desire.
Kissing my way across her shoulders, I slowly moved down until I was on the edge of her rising tits. She shivered as she felt my mouth moving down... down... down over her flesh.
Then I was almost to the nipple of her left tit. Mouthing around it, I finally sucked it in and began pulling on the hard lump of flesh as though I were milking one of the cows.
She squealed her delight and thrust her full-blown globe at my face, desiring to increase the pull and the amount I had captured. Obligingly, I pulled more into my mouth and my teeth gummed gently across her flesh.
She shivered and my eyes saw that the gooseflesh was coming on her skin. She sweated with the delight of what she was feeling.
"Oh, Bobby," she breathed, "you're wonderful. I think you're the best fucker I have ever known."
I was pleased and flattered by her compliments and wanted to say something nice in return. But, occupied as I was, I could only suck a little harder and take a little more into my mouth.
She understood for she sighed and one of her hands came back up to my hair. With tender affection she ran her fingers through my hair, smoothing it down, ruffling it up, and smoothing it down again. She sighed again.
My lips moved now to her other breast and began the same treatment as I had just performed on her first tit.
She got hotter and hornier than I thought could be possible for a young woman. But then, I had always known she was a sensual female--like mother in many ways. And she was so wise for her age.
I made a mental note to ask her about her years with her father. I wondered if she might have learned much from him.
"Bobby," she whispered when I was finished with her other tit, "fuck me, please."
Taking her at her word, I raised myself off her lusciously slender torso and began sight-guiding my cock into her twat. Immediately, I had raised myself from her, she spread her slender legs apart, giving me all the room I would need, and some to spare.
Her hands came down. Grabbing the head of my cock gently, she helped me to find her twat. I felt the intense heat as I came near the fleshy entrance inside of her swollen and heated pussy lips.
Then she jumped slightly at the initial contact between our sexual flesh. I smiled and she returned the smile.
"Surprised you, didn't I?"
"Just a little. You're so hot."
I began concentrating on getting my cock into her flesh. It was slow work because she was so tight. I loved that, though. It was more fun than falling into a girl. It felt better having that tension there.
Her muscles gave slowly... very slowly to the increasing pressure of my insistent cock. She was deliberately putting up a defense and making it all the more fun for both of us.
Then, when I was almost half way, her muscles slackened and I drove the rest of the way in on a single stroke. As I hit bottom, I sighed and she grinned. I raised myself up on my elbows and stared into her beautiful eyes for a long second before kissing her mouth passionately.
I felt my cock twitch each time her mouth changed positions against mine. Within a couple of seconds, I was squirming on her body with the thrilling delights of her mouth on mine.
I moaned ecstatically and pressed against her fiercely. She responded and we were joined closely together, our sweating bodies slipping wetly across each other.
Then, with my desires built almost to the explosion point, I began to hump her cunt. Establishing a slow but steady rhythm, I pulled myself back and forth.
Almost immediately she picked up my rhythm and her cunt muscles were squeezing me out as I withdrew and relaxing volubly as I jammed myself back into her twat.
Panting and sweating, I tossed my head back to get the long hair out of my eyes. Her fingers were right there, smoothing the long locks back. And her other hand was giving me high encouragement as it rubbed back and forth across my rippling ass.
Tiring, slightly, I stopped and began a rapid sideways motion, hitting the neglected sides of her cunt walls. She wiggled and squirmed, giggling as she accommodated my new motion.
Then, her right leg came up and folded itself across her belly. Supporting my torso, for a short while I was able to rest and catch my hammering breath. My pounding heart slowed down the tiniest bit.
"Better?"
"Yes. A rest helps."
"It sure does. One can catch one's breath. Besides, it's no sin to admit that one is tired."
"True, but I think lots of men would rather die than admit that fucking made them in the least bit weary after a long while."
"Then they're more the fools and won't live long enough to enjoy the lasting fruits of sensual love."
"What are those fruits?"
"Whatever you want," she said, making it more personal this time. Her eyes remained on mine, and I realized she was asking me a personal question.
"I want to form a lasting relationship with a single woman. I want some permanence in this world."
She smiled. "So do I."
Then she removed her leg and I plunged back into her. I was so dost: to coming. I could feel my balls pulling back into my ass as they . got ready.
Then, I felt the scum boil into the base of my stiffened cock and pause, as though it was waiting for something.
Slamming down into her, I stopped short. Her legs came up and around my ass, locking at the ankles and holding me within her firmly.
Then, I came. Great chinks of creamy semi-liquid pumped from my slit and splattered against the back of her cunt walls. Each time a sizable chunk hit, she grunted, feeling it.
Then, as she felt me slow down, I felt her tensing. Her belly was jumping convulsively as she arched her back, driving herself further onto my bush and groin.
I felt the stickiness as it seeped from her cunt and down over our bodies, coating them liberally with come. The creamy liquid spread fairly evenly and stuck to her bush and mine.
She arched again, and again her belly was convulsing. She moaned as though in pain, although her face was smiling. Then, I felt the steams of liquids pour down her twat and over my cock, almost flooding me out of her body.
But, between my perseverance and her locked ankles, I did stay inside her cunt.
Now, I was sloshing around inside her body and I was stiffening to come again.
"Again," I whispered as my cock jerked in warning.
Barely had I spoken, when I felt it heaving and the remaining gouts of sperm flew out and boiled into her body, smearing themselves and blending into the rest of the come, seeping down and going over our thighs, dripping down onto the bed covers beneath. Panting with heaving and hot exhaustion, I fell onto her shoulder and buried my forehead against the hollows in her long slender neck where it joined her creamy shoulder flesh.
I rested for a short space until she pushed my body up from hers.
"I love you, dear," she whispered, "but you're killing me with kindness. Please, I need air."
Grinning, I gave her a quick kiss and backed off her and out of her twat. Turning myself around, I dove for her cream-smeared twat.
Taking a long shuddering breath, she plunged her face onto my dripping cock and engulfed the head of my semi-stiff member.
I tasted her gingerly and found that she was sweet to the taste. Even mingled with my come, her come was delicious. In fact, I think they tasted well together, each complimenting the other, so to speak.
I said as much to her, later, and she agreed.
She spread her legs further and I was able to get my head between her trembling thighs. Beginning about half way down her legs, I cleaned, first one thigh and then the other, licking up the tasty protein dessert.
Meanwhile, I could feel her soft lips and abrasive tongue working down over the head of my half limp cock. Slowly, I felt her working down, and the thrills charged across my tilted ass and up my quivering spine. I wiggled slightly and she grasped my thighs, holding me steady so that my cock wouldn't be jerked from her mouth.
Apparently, she did not want to bite into my prick, for I never did feel any hardness of her pearly teeth.
As she worked her way along, down my cock and across to engulf my cold balls, also, I began to stiffen for the third time with her.
Almost as soon as she completed cleaning my cock, I felt myself gathering for another come. She felt it too, and steadied herself to receive a full load of scum into her mouth.
It came, almost knocking her off my cock.
But she recovered valiantly and gripped the back of my cockhead with her lip-covered teeth, holding on strongly. I felt her throat, as it rested against my leg, convulse as she swallowed my come.
Satisfied that she was enjoying herself, I returned to concentrate on finishing my half of the cleaning job.
She wiggled with delight as my tongue wiped across her tender flesh. I was enjoying this as much as she was. And as I swallowed each mouthful--or tongue-load--I mixed the amount of gism with spit and sizzled it through my molars to get it good and whipped before swallowing the whole thing.
I had always thought sizzled scum tasted especially good.
"Where did you learn such active and delightful sex," I asked when I was through. "You're taking me places."
But she only returned my remarks with an enigmatic smile.
"What is it?" I found myself sensitive to her moods.
"Nothing," she said as she finished with my cock. If anything, her smile widened into a devilish grin.
"You're laughing at me. You are. What is it?" Now, I was thinking that she had something, some knowledge she was withholding from me. It got me down. Here I was the elder of us and she knew more than I did about these matters.
I repeated my first inquiry. "Where did you learn about all this fucking and how to do it so well?"
"Well, if you insist... you sure you really want to know?" She swung up on one elbow.
My eyes travelled down the length of her sleek and slender body, from her perfectly modelled head down over her voluptuous tits across her tiny waist and swelling thighs and down along the length of her slender and shapely legs.
"Yes," I said, and I really meant it... I did want to know.
"It's as old as the hills and as close as home... my father." She smiled as though I should have guessed that one myself.
And when the shocked look crossed my face, she burst into a gay and light laughter, delighted at my puzzlement and then amazement of her revelation.
"Yes," she affirmed, "my father. He was wise in the ways of the world and in the platitudes of men--good, bad, and indifferent. If I seem, sometimes, too old, it's because he taught and drilled into me many things that people only learn through experience when they're on their own, and usually only the hard way.
"How did it all start," I asked. By now, I wanted to know how and what got her started on sex with her parent."
Dad and I were always very close. I suppose when two people live closely together and have no one else to lean on, they either get close or hate each other passionately.
Anyway we were close. Dad used to be gone in the fields most of the year. When I turned six or seven, he started taking me with him. I guess he got lonely and, since I was always left with strangers, he felt he should take over the responsibility as soon as possible.
When I was ten, I started developing. Within a single winter I went from a little skinny child to a little skinny woman.
I remember when I first started bleeding.
"Dad!" I was scared, I thought I had hurt myself, for I had taken a spill in the last couple of days and had a sore ass. "Dad, I'm bleeding awfully bad."
"I'm coming, baby." Within seconds he was with me, having dropped what he was doing--chopping firewood--and come on the run.
"What happened? Are you all right?" he asked when he saw that I appeared to be all right.
"I'm bleeding. See. Here," I said pointing to the smears of dark blood that dotted my panties.
"Hey, that's all right. Here," he said and passed me a heavily folded rag. "Put this across your cunt and go change your panties. Wash these out right away and the blood'll leave no stain."
"But, Dad " He laughed. "Go. Then come out to me and I'll have a little talk with you. I guess I've neglected your education some."
"Okay, dad," I said and went to clean up. When I came outside, he ordered me back in to put on a jacket. It wasn't cold, just nippy.
We sat down on the log when I came back out-wearing a heavy jacket.
"Look, honey. About now every girl goes through this. All women bleed- a few times a year for a couple of days. They have to. It's called being a woman, see?"
"No," I said, "I don't see."
"Well," he said scratching his head, "Say... " his face got brighter, "remember that little bitch dog we had?"
I nodded.
"Remember when we had to keep her inside so she wouldn't have puppies? Remember that she was bleeding for a while when we kept her inside?"
"Yes, daddy," I said, "I remember. You said I would be old enough to understand more when I was older."
"Yes, well, that time has come."
"You mean I can have puppies, too?"
"Yes and no. You can have a baby--a little person more like you or me--but no puppies."
"Why can't I have puppies?"
"Because only dogs have puppies. People have babies."
"Then I'm not sick and have to go to the doctor?"
"No, you're not sick. But I think a visit to the doctor come spring would be an excellent idea, anyway."
"Why?"
"He would know if you were all right. I mean he could explain this better than I can."
"The bleeding's not going to hurt, is it?"
"Does it hurt now?"
"No. But it's messy."
"I gather that it always is. Did you notice the dark coloration of the blood?"
"Huh?"
"Was it red--really red, or sort of brownish?"
"Brownish-red and it smelled horrid."
"That's a period. If you ever have fresh, tangy bright red blood, then you worry... worry like hell!"
"Why?"
"Because then, you will have something wrong."
Daddy and I had slept in the same bed always. He stayed on his side and I had my half.
A couple of weeks later--after the first bleeding--I woke in the night and he was lying across me. Never before had it bothered me. But this time, something was different. I mean, my tits were all tingly and my cunt was on fire where his thigh touched my bush and leg.
I felt myself becoming breathless. In fact, it felt closed up in there and I wanted some fresh air. As I wiggled out from under his weight, he moved.
Moaning he reached out and clutched at me. "Mildred," he kept saying. Mildred had been my mother's first name. Someone told me long ago about her--not daddy because he never would speak of her in anyway.
He must have thought I was mother--Mildred--because he repeated the name and clutched at me tightly. He was still moaning.
Instinctively, I spread my legs when his thigh pressed against my cunt. His leg slipped down between my thighs and lodged there, burning against my pussy lips.
Then he began rubbing his leg slowly up m and down my thigh and I thought I was going out of my mind with itching that burned there. I pushed against his thigh as his hand came up and cupped over my tit.
Instantly, it began to itch and I felt strange things happening in the tip of my nipple. It was as though the whole thing were just barely touching his palm, even though his hand was pressing tightly, clutching at my tit and even twisting the flesh slightly.
I drew a shaky and haphazard breath, letting it out slowly. My body was breaking out in a cold sweat, even though I felt as if I were coming down with a fever.
I began trembling violently and then was sure that I was getting sick. It was in the middle of the winter and we were snowed in, sort of a would be snow-bound for at least another week or two before the storm would allow a break through. And Daddy didn't have any shortwave, either.
But, I didn't have any time to think more, as he suddenly rolled over and came down over onto me. I jumped as I felt a spot of vivid heat piercing into my cunt and belly. It was the contrast to the intense cold that startled me more than the actual heat of his cock.
Anyway, he was sort of awake--but not enough to recognize me as his daughter instead of his wife. But I didn't think about this, instead I found that I was reacting and watching my reaction at the same time.
My body was arching itself into his groin with heavy lunges. I wanted him to make the itch go away, for it was driving me insane.
As I wiggled, he reared back away from me. His hand went down and he guided his swelled prick at my cunt. My legs were together and he slowly spread my lax thighs apart, bending my knees.
Then he entered between my thighs and I felt the greater intensity of his cockhead as it bumped against my cunt just behind my piss hole.
Not knowing really what it was all about, I felt more excitement and growing anticipation than anything else. I suppose I should have registered shame later on. But I never did. After that first time, it all seemed so natural and right.
Anyway, I gasped as the heat penetrated into my quivering flesh and the chills rippled up and down my spine.
Then... flashes of light danced before my eyes and sharp pains raced back across my belly. My stomach was full of butterflies all of which wanted to escape from my throat at the same instant. It was like a bad traffic jam just below my gullet.
I almost puked but succeeded in holding those nasty little things in my belly.
Colors wheeled across my line of vision and flashes of light shot from one side to the other of my eyes. I wanted to scream from the pain and couldn't because in that instant his mouth closed over mine and cut off all sounds except for a moan that I felt--rather than heard--deep in my throat and echoing into his mouth.
His tongue slipped inside of my mouth and down my throat, choking me momentary. But I swallowed by instinct to keep from choking and carried part of the muscle with me. After that it felt good.
His cock shoved itself into my body and then stopped... was stopped by something. A shock wave of pain shot through my body and I arched from the intensity of it. With a second shockwave, I felt something inside of my passage where I had bled from and which had just been itching, give with a ripping feel.
There was a brief smarting and then I felt his cockhead pound into the back wall of my tight little hole. He moaned and began withdrawing.
When I thought he would leave me completely, he surprised me and withdrew only to the flat edge of his cock before coming back into my body with a smashing slam that knocked me a couple of inches up on the pillow.
I drew a couple of shaky breaths between his rhythmic slammings, only to have them knocked out of my lungs when he slammed back into my twat. Finally, I got my breathing arranged so that I was ready to exhale when he was ready to slam into me again.
Then he had to go and compound the thing by changing his rhythm.
Suddenly, he stopped humping me and began rocking sideways while inside of me. Actually, the whole experience was pleasurable and the rocking enabled his cock to touch and activate untouched parts of my passage.
Then, shortly, he resumed the humping, but this time he moved faster than before.
I noticed something about my hole that time, it was lined with muscles. I think all at once, when he paused inside of me for a rest, I felt something which was part of me, squeezing and releasing him. He loved it for he sighed and whispered hoarsely that "his little fucking darlin' was doin' okay."
Liking to be praised, I worked at controlling those muscles. At first I couldn't do anything with them that they didn't want to do by themselves. In truth of fact, it wasn't until we had fucked several times that I began getting the hang of how to make those muscles move as I wanted them too, when I wanted them to move.
Anyway, I felt his cock beginning to jerk and vibrate violently. I wondered what in thunder could be next. By squirming around, I was able to get one long thin arm down over his ass and between his slightly spread thighs.
Imagine that to my surprise I felt an icy cold spot right between his thighs... right in back of where his cock should be--or have been if he hadn't been stiff.
I jumped with surprise and pulled my finger. He woke up some more and murmured to me about what a great fucker and little wife I was and wouldn't we always have a ball, especially after the little one had come.
Then, I put my fingers back and kept my finger on that cold spot and I felt something soft like velvet and smooth like a good tanned hide and still as cold as a grave. Then the thing I was touching moved.
At the same time I felt his cock jerking again. But this time, the motion was different somehow. It was a shorter motion, but with more violence. Any way, then it pulled itself up and became quite rigid.
Just as I was about to wonder if he had gotten hurt, I felt as though someone had poured molten lava into my cunt. It burned and I wanted to scream again. But this time I held my breath and bit my lip with my teeth.
I'll be damned, I thought to myself, if I say a single word and let him think that I'm chicken. So I kept absolutely still.
Wonder of wonders, the intense heat of pain was turning into a grand pleasure for the itching and burning had been replaced with a throbbing type of pressure that pulsed through my body and made me feel good.
This I wanted to go on for ever!
Then... I felt his cock beginning to lose ground and to shrivel up.
I didn't want that to happen and began to wiggle under his heavy body. But nothing did any good. He rolled off me in a few minutes and lay over, falling soundly asleep... but only after kissing me gently on the brow and telling me--whom he thought was mother--that I was just the greatest little woman ever.
