Several months ago, on my twentieth birthday, my parents came to visit me at the apartment I had just rented in downtown San Francisco. They brought with them many wonderful presents, but the best of these was something that Mother had run across at our old apartment quite by accident.
Imagine my surprise when I unwrapped a small gaily trimmed package and found my old diary! I had completely forgotten about it, and it had remained hidden on my closet shelf, for these many years... (Mother never was one to clean closets out, and Daddy always managed to forgive her her lack of housekeeping enthusiasm, saying she made up for this startling lapse in other ways!)
We all had a wonderful evening which started out by my reading aloud the few entries I had made in my secret book, for it really only covered a small period of my life, only a few days, but the most important in the world to all of us! As I read each entry, we re-lived mentally the entire story with each other, lingering on the most nostalgic moments, and in some cases being moved to reenact some of the most poignant scenes.
When they were ready to leave, Daddy suggested since it is my intention to make my living as a writer, that I start out telling the story behind the brief diary entries... He said there was no need to worry, no one would ever believe it, but a lot of people might learn something from my book!
So dear reader, here it is. I hope that Daddy was right and that you will enjoy the fruits of my most rewarding childhood
... I certainly did! And oh, yes, as for Mother and Daddy, they'll be celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary next year!
Best wishes,
Bonnie Summers
CHAPTER ONE
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Saturday October 3,
Nothing has been the same since Daddy found out that Mommy took me to visit Uncle Fred down at Malibu. Daddy broke in and found us all in the swimming pool without our clothes and took me away. Now Daddy tells me that the court says I can only see Mommy at certain times. I miss her and wish she would come back. Living here all alone with Daddy is dull and boring!
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Bonnie closed her book and slipped it under her mattress. Her long red hair fell to her shoulders and as she jumped up from her knees after sliding the thin diary all the way to the center of the bed, her youthful green eyes glinted with a mixture of hurt and anger. She had been very confused since the divorce, and living now with her father all alone she found it difficult to comprehend just why she was no longer allowed to see her mother... except on very special occasions.
"After all," she thought, "I'm almost 13... almost a woman... I should be able to do just about anything I want to!" With a growing admiration, Bonnie had studied her face and figure in the full- length mirror of her room. Daily she grew more and more like her mother, and now, with a characteristic pout, she adjusted her features so that they would reflect an expression she knew her mother was fond of. Jutting her already womanly curved hip out, she blew herself a kiss in the mirror as she had often seen her mother do to friends and admirers. With an annoyed shrug she slipped off the blouse she had worn to school that day, revealing the pert contours of her breasts where they snuggled inside the half cup bra she enjoyed wearing. By turning about ever so slightly and holding her breath, she could make the small, untested nipples brush against the inner lining of the bra, thus creating tiny thrills that went racing through her young 12 year old body, making her shiver with delight.
Outside her room there was a loud noise, and she knew that her father had come back home. He had gone out to the store, and now she heard his heavy footsteps and those of another man. His friend Jim, she thought to herself, rushing-to the door to listen. Everything recently had taken on an aura of mystery to her, and with determination she felt herself up to the task of meeting whatever new developments should turn up. Most of all, she hoped that by being somehow smart enough, clever enough, she would be able to arrange for her mother to come back!
Now, her blouse lying on the floor behind her, her pale creamy skin already covered with goosepimples, Bonnie pressed her ear harder to the cold wood of the door. She could hear the wrinkling of a paper bag, and then laughter as the footsteps went toward the kitchen. The sound of glasses and ice followed, and she knew that her father and Jim were going to spend the night drinking.
Her long hair bouncing on her naked shoulders, she ran to get a chair and bring it over to the door. She knew her father thought she was asleep, and would probably not dream she was up listening to him. She had no idea what she might hear, but she hoped that he would talk about her mother, the way he usually did, and that she might learn something new that would help her in her determined desire to reunite her parents.
Settling the firm young cheeks of her buttocks upon the small chair, she adjusted her plaid skirt over her knees, tucked her long legs under her, and prepared to listen.
"Sure you don't want to take in the flick?" Jim asked.
"Naw!" Stan answered, sitting down heavily across from his friend. "Somehow I just don't feel like sitting through a movie... We can turn on the fight though... have a couple of long ones. This is good stuff you know... nothing cheap about old Stan!"
He pointed to the bottle of I. W. Harper on the table in front of them. Both men sat in matching living room chairs, facing a low coffee table which held their glasses, the ice bucket, and the bottle of Harpers. Jim watched as Stan got up and flicked on the TV set. Instantly a picture sprang upon the screen, but Stan left the sound turned low until he knew the fight was coming on.
"Still feel pretty bad about your wife, Janie, eh?" Jim asked, taking a healthy swallow of his drink.
"You bet I do!" Stan answered. "When I think of how the little bitch cheated on me... anything in pants was good enough for her and some things that weren't!"
"Oh?" Jim replied. He was thinking about Janie himself, and he was thinking that Stan was probably right... he remembered with a distinct flow of pleasure to his loins the night he and Janie had made it at his house... right in the hallway with his wife and all the other people at the party, including Stan himself inside. It had been quick but glorious, and he had always wanted to get her someplace where they would have a little time. Now, since the divorce, he supposed that he wouldn't ever be seeing Janie again. "Too bad! " he said out loud.
"Yeah, too bad... " Stan answered, bitterly. "When a man gets married he expects something more than that. I mean listen Jim... I've been patient... I mean 12 years of one woman and you grow attached to her... and Bonnie came along and all... well, 12 years I've kept my eyes closed... I mean, what the hell, I don't say I haven't fooled around a little on the side myself. I give her the same privilege... to a point. But when she's sneaking out in the middle of the night like a cat in heat... when she can't get enough... wanting me to do all kinds of weird things to her and when I put my foot down, says she'll get it somewhere else... I mean that's going too far!"
"Yeah?" Jim listened with new interest. Maybe Stan was going to tell him just what some of those weird things were. You never could tell, he thought, San Francisco wasn't all that big a city that he might not run into Janie Summers one day... Janie Summers with her 36C boobs and her honey red pussy. He remembered distinctly kneeling and looking at it that night in the hallway... he'd wanted to see that hot little pussy he was just about to get into... and she had laughed softly and tossed her head back into the coats hanging on the coat rack, and spread her long gleaming thighs wide, slipping her fingertips daintily inside the soft pouting lips of her hairlined cunt.
"When I think of all I've put up with!" Stan continued, downing his first drink and pouring another rapidly. "When I think of it!" His eyes stared unseeing at the TV screen and he was thinking of the way Janie had looked the last time he'd made love to her. His cock jumped a full inch as he remembered fucking her... and the next day they were to get their divorce decree. But he fucked her the way he had the first time they'd met, and she'd responded magnificently. Just to think of it now almost drove him crazy... to think that he'd let her leave after a night like that. And yet, he was the one who was pushing it... asking for the divorce, not she... and she had given him that same hurt look as they left the courthouse, free of each other legally at least, and he'd tried to take in as much of her as possible as she walked away. That fine, fine body, those swaying hips, the whole feline aspect of her, her red hair piled sensuously atop her head, tiny wisps always coming undone at the back... how he used to love to tuck them in for her. But there'd be none of that from now on he'd reminded himself, as he turned to walk in the other direction... no more of a lot of things.
Her last words rang in his head as they did even now sitting with his friend Jim... "We'll be seeing each other again, Stan... this isn't the end... "
Stan cleared his throat and spoke out loud again. He had been silent for a few moments, just staring at the flickering TV screen and thinking his own thoughts as he downed more and more of the soothing alcohol that seemed to ease his pain somewhat.
"Yeah... it's better for the kid this way... " he said... "after all I can't have her exposed to things like that... "
"Like what?" Jim asked, curious as to what could harm her.
The whole picture swam before Stan's eyes vividly, and suddenly he began to talk, to tell Jim everything, just the way he had seen it. He'd watched them for a long while, somehow stunned into inaction, before interrupting the entire lewd scene.
His wife, Janie, stood poised on the diving board, her nudity flashing in the bright sunlight, her brilliant smile taking up almost her entire face. Her enormous breasts stood out from her body, full and pointed, firmly balanced, the areolas flushed pink, the thick ripe nipples taut and erect. Tiny droplets of water slid from them along her belly, down the gently curved slope to her soft fine mesh of auburn pubic hair.
His heart had jumped to see her that way... that way for another man... and that other man was his own brother! Fred was clearly visible to him treading water in the pool below Jane, looking up directly at her, getting an incredible view up between the splendid columns of her thighs. He kept repeating to himself. "This woman is my wife... my wife... " and yet it didn't quite ring true, for it was clear that this woman belonged to nobody... even though he had lived with her for 12 years, knew every inch of her body, shared the raising of their child with her. And that child was right there too, bobbing happily in the water at the other end of the pool... Bonnie too smiled up at her mother, and shouted encouragement to her for the dive she was about to make. With astonishment he saw that she too was naked, her small adolescent breasts appearing and disappearing above the surface line of the clear azure water of the pool.
Suddenly before his very eyes, his golden skinned wife was plummeting into the water, there was a splash, and the sound of laughter as Fred caught her beneath the clear liquid. Then she was being backed against the poolside, her head bent back in a passionate kiss as Fred pressed his body against hers. Bonnie was at the other end of the pool still watching. The two figures bobbed obscenely in the water and Fred's big hands rose to cup the splendid round orbs of Jane's breasts. His head bent and teeth opened wide to nibble them and he sucked them one by one up into his hungry mouth. Jane laughed and laughed, but now her laughter took on a lower, more guttural sound, and Stan could see that their bodies were clutching to each other beneath the water. Then Fred lifted her up, and she sat glistening and beautiful, breathless on the edge of the pool... slipping between her legs, he spread them wide, and his head darted down into the silken curls of pubic hair that covered her excitedly throbbing vaginal slit. Jane's head snapped back and she let out a low sensuous moan as Fred's tongue lapped teasingly at the delicate tissues of her womanhood. Her magnificent breasts danced and trembled and the nipples stood out high and hard as below, her torso and belly quivered. "Oh, Fred... " she cried out... "FRED!"
Hotly his tongue flicked into the sweet tasting crevice of her wide spread cunt, while above him, oblivious to her daughter watching from the end of the pool, and her hidden husband spying from the house, she writhed with a mindless passion, her hands slipping down to cling tightly to Fred's stringy wet dark hair, pulling his face hungrily into her soft, open pussy.
Stan had felt his knees grow weak and his stomach churned ominously, and yet he kept on watching. He could not move. He wanted to run screaming out to them, to kill them both on the spot, but he was hypnotized by this obscene spectacle, and as always when he even suspected his wife of having been with another man, in spite of himself he felt an unaccountable excitement... a terrible sensation in his loins that made him feverish and sick... because he knew it was so wrong. He would try to suppress it, to act as though it did not exist, and it was at these times that his righteous indignation against .Jane would be at its worst.
"What a prude!" she'd told him once... "Why don't you just admit that you really dig it! Why don't you really fuck me for once instead of holding back! Why don't you let me go down on you?"
She'd flung herself out the door, and he'd known she was off to do just those things with someone, probably anyone else she could find, and he'd sat stunned and depressed, trying to ignore his raging hard-on.
Even now while recounting the swimming pool sequence... the last straw for him and Jane, he felt the same excitement as he continued the story to his eagerly listening friend. But he went on.
As he watched the two of them... his own brother's head lewdly wagging between Jane's long slender thighs, he desperately wished that he had not come, that he had not followed them down here to Malibu... that he had just let it all happen. But he had told himself that it was to protect Bonnie. And sure enough there was plenty to protect her from! But still he remained motionless, hidden to their eyes from the pool.
Bonnie sat perched upon her chair, close against the door in her bedroom, which gave directly upon the room in which her father was speaking. Her breath came in halting gasps as she listened to his words, for she too recalled that sunny day at Uncle Fred's pool in distinct detail, and as he spoke she recalled how it had been for her.
The fabulously nude body of her mother had been presented to her in all its glory. Oh, she had seen her naked before but never, never like this. She found her absolutely beautiful so incredible, that she had a hard time not screaming out some kind of admiring remarks. But she bit her lip, holding her tongue... still treading water, not wanting to disturb the strange scene she was privileged to witness. It was like watching some odd ritual, she thought as she looked at them, something sacred and wonderful! Her mother's obvious pleasure seemed so acute, despite her contorted features, that Bonnie had tenderly placed her own hand down between her legs, wondering if it were possible for her to feel anything resembling this feeling. Her own young naked body was lapped softly by the water as it continued to churn in the pool, kept in motion by Uncle Fred's motions, and she was glad that she too had been told to remove her clothes for the swim they had all decided to take earlier in the day. Her eyes bulged now as her mother got so excited that she lay back, her mouth open wide, her eyes staring with a glazed expression of lust into the sky. Her legs remained spread, her calves now propped upon Uncle Fred's muscular shoulders, her toes pointed, calves contracting as Fred moved in still closer between her lovely thighs, his face deeply ensconced in the softly curling fringes of her pubic triangle. The lower half of his body was still beneath the water, and all Bonnie could see of him was his hairy chest, a little like Daddy's but somehow different, and his head. Her mother's smooth, white belly rose up and down ever more excitedly, as Uncle Fred's hands pressed her legs more and more open, and once he moved back, looking into the moist little cuntal mouth that he had spread so wide, and Bonnie had seen clearly the soft cushiony hair-lined flesh of her mother's rosy cunt. The moist coral interior was spread completely apart, and the small nub of her throbbing clitoris was clearly visible to her, as well as the small opening beneath what seemed to pulse with an animal longing.
A tremor ran through Bonnie as she saw Uncle Fred's tongue slide along this opening once more, his head now hiding the tender split from his disbelieving eyes, as her mother's entire body executed a spasmic jerky motion at the renewed touch of her husband's brother's tongue against her clitoris. Her legs arched upward arid she quickly clamped them around his head holding him in place as she lifted her naked hips and pulled the entire lower half of her body up to meet his persistent tongue.
Her hips moved up and down, the wide spread plane of her seeping pussy meeting each flick of his darting tongue. Groans of pleasure slipped from her parted lips, as her sexual agony became more and more acute.
Bonnie's fingers parted the thin almost hairless little lips between her legs and slipped up into her own submerged little vaginal split. Her young innocent pussy tingled at her own touch and she imagined a head beneath the water... some one doing to her... what was being done to her mother... Never had she felt anything like this rising feeling of sensuality in her young 12-year-old body... never had she been so wondrously and magnificently excited! Her little clitoris jumped at the touch of her fingers and she became more disturbed as she watched her mother twisting and gyrating beneath the prolonged oral attack of Uncle Fred, her own father's brother. Everything that she was watching seemed to be taking place inside her own tender body, and involuntarily, she identified with the beauty of her mother, and couldn't help feeling herself to have the same kind of beauty. Her fingers moved in the same rhythm as her mother's squirming beneath Uncle Fred's lewdly swirling tongue. The same nerve endings tingled and seemed to burst with a new raging desire as strong as her mother's. Her 12-year-old body swayed in the water, overcome with desire, her tiny cunt became enflamed, the tissues that lay within the sparsely hair-covered opening becoming swollen and engorged, the water creating ripples of pleasure against her body wherever it touched. Her little pointed breasts received the play of the water upon them as though they were being touched by hands, as even now Uncle Fred's hands reached for the large globes of her mother's breasts.
"Oh, mother... " she sobbed, "Mother!"
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Bonnie rose from the chair in her room, completely upset by her memory of that day. Her father's voice droned on outside the door and with a. risingly excited expression she removed her thin white panties, leaving her skirt on over her naked loins. Her tight young pussy trembled beneath the skirt, as she sat back down again, and she could feel upon her naked bottom the hardness of the wooden chair against her smooth creamy flesh. Her father was getting to the last part of it now, and she shuddered to remember it, her finger's moving upward beneath her skirt in anticipation of it as though she could somehow protect herself from her intense emotions by the curiously exciting act that somehow managed to also have a calming effect. She felt a little faint, but she leaned her head against the door, and let her fingers touch inside the wetness of her virgin pussy, separating the soft puffy outer lips that were growing more and more of the same soft auburn hair her mother had, so that her middle finger could reach the divine spot inside near the top, right in the center... waiting to be touched!
"And then what happened?" Jim said uneasily, for Stan had been silent for several moments now, and Jim had begun to wonder if he intended to continue this incredible story of what Janie had done with her husband's own brother in his backyard pool. Jim knocked back another glass of booze and didn't even feel it. Looking at the bottle he saw that it was % gone. He could see that the fight on TV was long since over and that the late news was on. He looked back at Stan and it was hard for him not to notice that his friend had an enormous hard-on. He didn't blame him he thought, surreptitiously feeling his own engorged penis. It had been a long time since he'd heard anything this exciting what with the kid being there naked in the pool too, for Chrissakes... and her with his brother! Shit... what a woman... he thought, no matter what you thought about her you had to give her credit for having balls!
Stan gave something like a groan and continued the painful story.
Janie started screaming and screaming. "Oh Fred, you bastard, she said, you bastard, I'm cumming I'm cumming! And Fred lifted his head up briefly and said well go on, baby... go right on! But get ready for this big cock that's waiting to get into that red hot pussy of yours! And then his head went back down and Janie let out one of those weird sounds of hers and her legs were flying every which way, and her cunt was bucking up and down slapping against Fred's face, so that his whole face was covered with her cunt juice, and she was getting it from his mouth, his nose, his eyes, chin... everything! And all along the kid... poor little Bonnie... she was over there at the other end, her eyes bugging out, with the oddest expression on her face! "
"Yeah... go on!" Jim encouraged. "Janie let it all happen... she just flew to pieces. She started cumming and yelling Tm cumming... I'm cumming... suck harder... harder!' And it seemed like one orgasm led to another and I don't know how long it went on before I found myself out there standing over them. I don't even remember doing it... just suddenly I found myself out there."
"And then what happened... didn't they stop?"
"Yeah they stopped... but only when it was over... and I could see they hadn't even noticed me, and Fred was getting ready to fuck her just like he said. And Bonnie started yelling, Daddy... Daddy... and Janie looked up and gave me the most terrible look I've ever seen, as though I was the one in the wrong, and her still lying there with her legs spread, waiting for a taste of my brother's cock!"
"Yeah!" Jim said, "Yeah, I can see it now..."
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In her room, Bonnie's fingers teased moistly over her slightly pulsating little clitoris. She had stopped listening... she knew the rest about how she and her mother had driven wordlessly back up the coast, and finally arrived home... and how nothing had been the same after that... but what she wanted to remember now was the fantastic climax she had had there in the water... and more than once. She had cum and cum right along with her mother... and since it was the first time it was the best time, or so she thought...
not dreaming that anything could ever get better than that. And now she panted and trembled feeling the little gem-like pearls of her pussy slide with a growing friction, quiver with expectation... she held her breath, she flicked once more at the little swollen prick of her clitoris. With a sigh she expelled her breath and it all came closing in over her.
"Oh mother... Mother!" she cried, as wave after wave of the wonderful climax overwhelmed her, almost the way it had been in the pool... except now there was a great feeling of loneliness about it that she hadn't felt then at all. Her green eyes were squinched tightly shut, the long lashes fluttering against the pale high cheek bones that gave her face a distinguished and noble look that would one day when she was older turn her into an even greater beauty than her mother. Her entire little pussy strained into the orgasm as her fingers pressed heavily upon the sparsely hair-lined center of her being. She had trouble breathing and staying on the chair, and moments later, she found herself writhing upon the floor, her skirt up around her waist, revealing the tender young loins of a 12-year-old, while her hand still played among the sensitive folds of her voraciously hungry pussy.
The slippery wet noise of her fingers in her virgin cunt met her ears as she moaned out once more, "Mother... I wish you were back mom... "
CHAPTER TWO
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Sunday October 4,
I feel as though today will he very special. Last night after Jim left I heard Daddy making strange noises in his room. My body feels ready... my breasts are growing so fast and between my legs I feel little pinpoints tickling all the time. I think I'll go see David this afternoon. It's all a part of the plan... Daddy doesn't think, he wants mother to come back, but he really does.
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Bonnie slipped on a simple shift that she knew would be enough to protect her from the still mild California autumn. Besides it clung to her developing body in such a way as to accentuate the curve of her breasts and the gentle line of her hips and buttocks. She wanted to look as womanly as possible, and she knew that this pale beige dress would do the trick if anything would. Her cousin David lived in Sausalito in a small apartment over looking the wharf, and Bonnie had always found the 19-year-old boy fascinating... and somehow today the thought of him was even more interesting to her than usual. The recent events had aroused her interest in the opposite sex to a high pitch, and it seemed that she was seeing everything in a new light. Remembering the last time she had seen David, (her Uncle Fred's eldest son), she now began to reinterpret some of the things she had observed one afternoon when they all had lunch together... actually David had been looking at her mother... that very special way... the way Uncle Fred did later, before they all got into the pool... and now that she knew pretty much what that look meant, she wanted to see if in her new conscious state she could inspire such looks... and perhaps...
She left a note on the kitchen table for her father who had not yet awakened, and slipped out of the apartment. It was one of those large spacious San Francisco apartments with the high ceilings in a stately brownstone on Protrero Hill. She closed the door behind her and then ran down the hill toward the bus stop. The first bus took her to the terminal where she boarded the bus for Sausalito, and as she sat looking out the window, she tried to control her nervousness about what she planned to do. But even the crisp air of Marin County that soon came in through the open bus windows, blowing her auburn hair back from her face did not calm her down. The jiggling motion of the bus upon her scantily garbed breasts and pussy area sent shivers of anticipation running through her young loins. She hoped and prayed that her cousin, David, would be home!
A short while later, looking up at the windows of the building he lived in, Bonnie smiled to herself. The shades were still drawn. He was probably still sleeping!
She crossed the tiny winding street and entered the call hallway of the building. Quickly she climbed the stairs until she got to apartment number 3 on the third floor. If she was lucky, she thought as she lifted her tiny fist to knock, he would be alone. After knocking four times she finally heard a stirring inside and then a groggy voice called out... "COME IN FOR GODS SAKE THE DOOR'S OPEN!"
Felling sheepish and no longer at all certain about her mission, Bonnie entered the dark apartment.
She could hardly see a step in front of her and once she knocked into something that made a terrible noise. Another groan came from inside somewhere.
"David... ? David?" she called out timidly, her heart thumping, "It's Bonnie!"
"Bonnie... ? What the hell are you doing here?"
Bonnie finally emerged into the living room where she could just make out the dim form of her cousin curled up on a studio couch by the darkened window. He sat up now and looked at her in astonishment.
"Hi... " she said, trying to sound breezy and adult. "I just came to visit you, that's all... nothing's wrong with that is there?"
David let himself drop back down on the mattress.
"What time is it anyway?" he growled, rubbing the long dark curls that covered his head.
"Oh, it's almost noon I think... " Bonnie said, sitting down across from the young man on the hassock. She crossed her legs so that her skirt rose high upon her thighs and then set about concentrating on being beautiful. She remembered her mother having said once, that any woman could be beautiful if she used her God-given assets right... and remembering that Bonnie did her best to emulate the pose and assurance of her mother.
David cast a sideways glance at his young cousin. He wondered what she was up to. He had heard about his father making it with her mother, and he knew that that had been the main cause of the divorce. He snuggled down a little further under his warm covers, chuckling a little to himself at the thought of his father at it with Aunt Jane. He didn't blame him though, he himself would not have hesitated a second had he had the chance... cousins or no cousins. Of course, Jane was no blood relation to him, only his aunt by marriage, so it wouldn't have mattered anyway. He remembered the day she had looked at him with those big doe eyes of hers... except that they were a kind of hazel green color, and her eyes had said things to him that no girl or woman had ever even hinted at before, and he'd wondered if he'd ever get the chance.
"What are you thinking about?" Bonnie asked.
David turned slightly and looked harder at the young girl. "God, she looks like her mother!" he thought. She was a miniature version of Jane, sitting there not two feet from him. David was naked beneath the covers... he never slept with pajamas, they just seemed to get in the way during the night, and as he felt the smooth sheets caress his waking penis he shivered a little.
"I was thinking about your mom," he said finally, noticing that he could see almost everything beneath her short skirt from where he lay. There were two long creamy expanses of thigh, and then the dark triangular area, covered with flimsy white crotchband of her panties. How old was she anyway? All sorts of strange thoughts started running through his head as he began to recall the girls he had fucked... most of them were about 17 or 18... some of them had been older than he. He'd heard though about a guy who'd gotten into big trouble for making it with a 14-year-old. That was the kind of trouble he didn't need... besides it was silly to think...
"I was thinking about her too, that's funny," Bonnie spoke up. Suddenly she felt much more sure of herself. She sensed an uncertainty in her cousin and decided to take full advantage of it. "I'm not supposed to see her, you know... except at certain times... when Daddy is there... I don't even know where she lives... " she added sullenly.
"Poor kid," David said, "that's rough." He took in the swelling curve of her adolescent bosom, and recalled the enormous breasts that his aunt Jane flaunted so casually. God, when she was coming down the street they came down a good two minutes before the rest of her! The thought made him smile, and he felt a little more at ease. The kid was probably lonely... he thought, no sense treating her like the plague.
"How old are you now kid?" he asked.
Bonnie wrinkled her nose, and tossed her hair back. "I wish you wouldn't call me that. Just for that I won't tell you... it's not important anyway. How old are you?"
"Okay, you win," David laughed. "Well, what are you going to do, just hang out here today?"
"If that's alright, I'd like to," Bonnie said, batting her lashes as best she could. She ran her tongue along the outer surface of her lips, never for a moment taking her eyes off of her cousin, holding his gaze each time he looked at her, until he was forced to look away in embarrassment. As the moments passed, David began to feel more and more that his little cousin had come for something more than just a simple visit. There was something about the vibrations she was giving off, he thought, that were too similar to her mother's to be real. It was almost eerie. She began to chat with him about this and that, all in a sweet soft voice that grew lower and huskier all the while. Her finger toyed with her hair, her tongue moistened her full naturally pink lips often. From time to time she adjusted her skirt, only it seemed to rise higher with each new position she took, and David could feel his penis growing more and more excited.
"I wonder what it would be like... or if she's ever... ? "
"Do you have many girl friends, David?" she asked. I bet you've had lots of experience!"
"Some... " David replied, a bit disgruntled, "some... and you... do you have any boyfriends?"
"No... but I thought maybe you could tell me a few things and that way I'd be able to get some... " she replied evenly. For the first time, she stood up, and approached the studio couch. David moved back as though he were afraid of her. In fact, he was. He realized that as she sat down beside him, and he smelled the faint odor of lilacs about her... a fresh and yet alluring scent that made his flesh crawl.
"So .. you just want to use me!" he said, trying to muster up a laugh. But he stopped laughing when she answered, "Yes, I want to use you... will you let me?"
Her small hands were reaching forward toward his hair, the fingers tangling in it. "I love your hair... you know... it's so nice and long... all men should have long hair."
"You should talk to my father," he said, trying to remove her hands.
"I have... I was there with them you know... in the pool."
David gulped. He wondered if she had been watching... if she had seen everything... But he didn't have long to linger over his interesting thought, for her hands were back in his hair, and she was leaning over him, awfully close, her perfume seemed to swim around him, floating up his flaring nostrils and filling his head with wonderful sensuous images. He reached out, his hands encircling her small waist, intending to push her forcefully away, but once he was holding her she made a small movement, and suddenly landed full on top of him, and he found himself hugging her slightly trembling body to his.
"Oh, David ..she sighed into his ear, happily... "please... please... you must... I'm so ready... and I don't know anyone else... David please!"
"You've gotta be kidding! Bonnie... cut it out... I can't... I mean I wouldn't... " His words were effectively stopped by the pressure of her young fresh lips on his. She had never kissed a boy before... but she had seen her mother kiss people before, and she had a pretty good idea of what to do. Increasing the pressure of her body against his, she pushed the softness of her mouth against his, parting her lips a little and letting her tongue reach out toward him. She could feel sparks flying and her mouth seemed on fire. She realized that her young cousin was responding to her kiss, his own tongue coming -slowly forward to meet hers, his loins beneath her, several layers of clothes and covers between them, growing tense and moving upward a little pressing up to meet her belly, her upper thighs, her quivering pussy. She could feel a new kind of power surging through her, and she wondered if it was anything like what her mother felt before she made love... for she was certain now that it was going to happen... that she could make it happen!
David's cock was as hard as a hammer and he felt the blood racing in his veins as he felt the warm soft insides of his little cousins mouth mingling with his. He had figured out that she couldn't be more than 13 at the most, and yet he couldn't help feeling that she was somehow psychically at least much older... perhaps even older than he was. "Teach me, teach me... " she murmured into his ear between kisses, her legs beginning to move about over his, her belly rubbing slowly in a tormenting motion against his flat hard stomach.
The whole idea seemed terrible wrong, and it was all happening so fast that he didn't know what to think about it. He thought, "I mustn't... I mustn't!" he kept thinking. But still his lips were kissing hers, his body was moving against hers, his cock was ready to thrust right up through the damned blankets... right up through her dress... panties and all!
He heard the sound of her dress zipper coming down and did nothing to stop her... he felt a panic rising inside him as he realized just how serious she was. In the dim light he could see her face... the beauty of a Botticellis angel, but with a look of determination that frightened him. He felt his cock jerking crazily, the bulbous head growing thick and full with pulsing insistent blood, his testicles felt full and heavy and filled with longing. He watched, amazed as she peeled off her dress, her gestures already more expert than an experienced stripper's, slowly her shoulders were revealed, and then her small yet full breasts puffing out a bra that would soon be too small for her. Her waist was almost miniscule... her belly... David moaned a little as he saw the rounded little stomach, the deeply inset navel with a light trace of youthful pubic fuzz that led down to the brief white bikini panties. Several thin little wisps of auburn hair stuck out from the tight elastic band that circled each perfectly proportioned thigh. She was an incredible child-woman... just made for loving, he thought... just like her mother!
"Undo me, please, David," she asked huskily, turning her back as she sat beside him on the couch. With only a second's hesitation, David leaned forward and released the taut band of the little girl's bra. It came undone with a definite snap that seemed to resound throughout the room, and David felt the sound sealed his fate for once and for all. If she wanted him to teach her... that he would! As if he had any choice in the matter!
Turning toward him, Bonnie offered the splendid view of her rosy tipped breasts, only a few inches from her cousin's face.
"Do you want me David?" she asked.
"Oh, God, yes!" David answered, reaching forward to touch the untouched orbs before him. His palms cupped the soft bird-like weights and then his fingers moved along the already hard nipples, his touch making them instantly harder, contracted to pebble size.
"Oh... David that feels good... so good... No one has ever... ever... " David suddenly reached forward and took one excitedly throbbing little nipple into his mouth, sucking upon it as though it were candy... while all along his other hand manipulated Bonnie's other breast.
He pulled her toward him, and she adjusted herself so that she was lying beside him... then without releasing his mouthful of her breast, he slid the covers back, enfolding her inside and pressing her up against the naked length of his body.
"Oh! " she cried. David's thick long cock bounced against her belly poking hard into her, and then lying flat against her as she was pressed against it. It felt enormous down there and she wondered about it... if it was supposed to be that big. She had seen her father naked on occasion, but his had always been soft and hanging down, and Uncle Fred's had too, at least as much as she'd seen of him. As she recalled now, his lower half had been submerged in the water most of the time she had observed him with her mother. She felt a little frightened, because now David seemed so different, so sure of himself... after all he knew what he was doing... and she was a novice! But still her excitement and determination gave her the courage she needed, and she tried to ignore the outsized rod that moved so ominously against her flat young tummy... tried to think of something else... perhaps she could get David to do to her with his mouth and tongue what Uncle Fred had done to Mother!
But David seemed to have ideas of his own. He felt simply overwhelmed by desire, completely out of his head. The voluptuous little 12-year-old who clung to him in his own bed was driving him crazy. His mouth moved up from her breasts to her mouth again and he kissed her hard, moving his head back and forth and working his tongue far into her throat until she had trouble breathing. Meanwhile his hands moved down under the covers, and hooking his thumbs into her soft nylon panties, he pulled them abruptly down. Bonnie kicked her feet a little and they were off. He cupped his hands beneath the firmly rounded cheeks of her now completely naked buttocks, feeling the skin cool and smooth on his palms. The tiny fuzzy triangle of her trembling pussy hair rubbed up against his groin, and he wriggled his loins a little against her, feeling her whole body start to tremble now against his. Her nakedness felt outrageously good against him and he began to croon her name... "Little Bonnie... little Bonnie!" He felt drunk with her presence. Her breasts were smashed hard against his chest, and now, his hand moved down along her belly insinuating between them... the farther down he got, the warmer he got. She had started moaning a little now, as if she knew what he was going to do. His fingers crawled along the slope of her stomach and then touched the upper fringe of her pubic vee.
"So young... " he murmured into her mouth... " Almost hairless... " His middle finger searched downward, and his cock stirred against her belly. It grazed his own arm as his hand pushed between them, and it felt hot and dry and ready. His brain whirled. He was almost there... almost touching it. The little split was beneath his middle finger, and he pushed down into it, feeling the friction of Bonnie's pubic hair giving against it as moisture met the tip of his digit. Moisture, incredible heat, and smooth, pearliness that made him gulp back his saliva.
"OOOOohh!" Bonnie cried out. "OOoooh!" Her young cousins finger dipped into her tiny virginal cunt and she could feel ripples of moisture and pleasure emanating from between her legs. Her entire being felt drawn toward his incredible center, she felt open and warm, womanly and beautiful. By moving her hips ever so slightly, she made David's finger push still deeper in her virgin pussy. The full length of it lay along the gentle slit of her tender cunt, and then David began revolving it, and moving it down still further... and then it was moving into another area... and the little untouched vagina that Bonnie hadn't even thought much about. But the opening was there, and David's finger moved unerringly on, until it filled the small aperture... "Oh... it's good... " Bonnie cried. It was different. And yet, deep down, Bonnie realized that David expected to get that incredible penis of his into her tiny opening. Why, there was just barely enough room for his finger! But how good that felt! She wriggled her hips a little more, feeling her vagina grow more relaxed and open, feeling the thick finger slide up still further inside it. She gasped and valiantly tried to open her legs a little more to assist him. Her hands clung around his neck, her mouth now an integral part of his mouth.
He was breathing heavily into her and his chest heaved against her breasts. He felt so hard! And still the bulbous head of his cock pressed and jerked against her naked belly, and she could feel an excited wetness seeping from it onto her flesh.
David felt the little tight channel of his cousin's 12-year-old cunt sliding along his finger. He grit his teeth and tried to think of something else to keep from cumming right then and there. He jiffled up harder and higher, moving his finger forward slightly, forcing her entire body still closer against him. She cried out with delight as he reached her cervix, and began to tickle the sensitive area at the far end of her baby cunt. He felt himself sweating as she moaned over and over... "Oh I never knew... I never knew... "
Frantically he kept on moving his finger, back and forth... up and down, his hand taking on a weird sort of rhythm that had to do with the way her body moved and the way he reacted to it. The wet folds of her burning little pussy engulfed his finger hungrily, and her body molded to his as though she were trying to become a part of him. He could feel his cock being pressed beyond endurance against her stomach, and he moaned to himself, feeling with his thumb the throbbing knob of her clitoris deep in her cuntal cleft with each thrust of his finger. The little bump twitched and expanded beneath his friction, and Bonnie let out a steady moan of joy.
"Ooohaaammmmm... Ooooooooh!" she crooned, her little cunt gyrating about madly now so that he hardly had to move himself... she was doing it all for him!
"What a hot little bitch... just like her mother!" David thought to himself as all of Bonnie's innocence churned around his middle finger and his thumb. Then suddenly he felt her little pussy contracting... everything was going crazy inside there. A low growl came from her throat, and David said to himself, "Oh God, if I only had my cock inside there!" Using all the power that was being demanded of him, he yelled out, "Now!" and rammed his finger as high up into the sweet dark climaxing channel as he could. At the same time his rock-hard prick dug fiercely into the softly giving belly, and his cry caught in his throat.
"OOOOHmmmmmm! Oh, David... Oh yes, YEEEESSSSS! IIIII'MMMMM CUMMMING OH GOD, I LOVE IT... I LOVE IT... I LOVE IT! AAAAA-AAaaaaah... mmmmmmmmm!"
God... he realized, he was cumming too... His cock started spurting against her smooth young belly, wave after wave of pure heaven engulfing him as his thick hot semen raced over her naked flesh. His body ground spasmodically into hers, his finger still moving, still thrusting, still tickling, the pressure lighter now, but still there. The delicate pink ridges of her vagina moved and contracted as she continued to cum deliciously around his invading finger. She clung dizzily to him, whimpering now and crying out her pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks, and for a long while they shuddered together in the darkness, neither one of them thinking about anything at all, until suddenly Bonnie twisted her seeping pussy about once more, coming down hard against his ever present finger, and she started again, the ricocheting orgasms almost spontaneously overwhelming her, her thighs quivering against the hard cords of his, her cervix hungrily extracting more pleasure, more delights from her 19-year-old cousin.
It was almost three o'clock and Bonnie hadn't come back yet. Her father reread the note that she'd left saying that she'd gone to visit a girlfriend in Sausalito. He shrugged, and finally decided that she would probably be O.K., Bonnie was pretty self sufficient really; and then he went out to get something to eat. He felt miserable as he walked down the street and turned the corner. He hadn't been able to get rid of his hangover, no matter what, and he knew he was going to have to have a couple of drinks to get straightened out. He and Jim had polished off the bottle last night, and Stan wondered now just how much he'd blabbed to his friend. Probably a lot he thought. He still remembered though, with some embarrassment what he'd done with a pillow in his room after Jim had left.
"A pillow for crissakes... and calling it Janie! I'm really cracking up!"
He got into his grey Chevy and headed toward a bar where he knew he could get something to eat as well as the alcohol his system craved.
* * *
Bonnie stood up and found that she was a little lightheaded. She swayed slightly and sat back down, aware of David's eyes upon her.
"Do you have anything to eat?" she asked.
"Sure thing... David said... "Coming right up!" He lifted himself up and raised the blind a little. It was a beautiful afternoon outside, he saw, but he had no desire to participate in it. He felt fine and cozy right there with Bonnie. He figured that they had a lot more to do before the day was over... and he felt more than ready for it!
* * *
When Stan saw Janie sitting down at the other end of the Double Luck, he thought he would go through the floor. Somehow it hadn't occurred to him that even though they were no longer together, she still might frequent the same places they used to go together. She hadn't noticed him, and Stan knew that even if she had she wouldn't have ceased her outrageous flirting with the young man beside her. Filled with rage, Stan nevertheless sat down at the far end of the bar, where he could observe his beautiful ex-wife quite clearly in the mirror. She was just as gorgeous as ever, he realized, if anything, more so... her new freedom became her he was sorry to admit even to himself.
"Double Canadian and water, Johnny," he ordered, then with a nod of his head... "How long she been here?"
Johnny nodded his head knowingly and appraised Stan carefully, wondering if he was going to make any trouble for him that lazy Sunday afternoon, apparently deciding that for the moment at least things would be alright, he replied, "Oh, a half hour or so... congratulations... you're a bachelor now like the rest of us!"
"Yeah ..Stan replied, and then thinking it over, repeated, "Yeah!" Down at the other end of the bar, a young girl sat mooning over what looked to be a coca- cola. Stan had noticed her looking at him curiously when he first walked in, but now, he tried to summon up the vestiges of the days when he had been a young stud on the make... It had been fun, he recalled, and why shouldn't he have some fun now. Thirty one was a long way from nineteen but what else was there to life anyway if there wasn't any fun? Janie seemed to be trying to tell him that all the time... and the fact that she was twenty- nine didn't seem to cramp her style any.
Johnny slid the drink in front of him and noticed his fixed stare toward the young girl, who was now smiling back at Stan. With a voice that betrayed his relief, he nodded toward her, "Ginger... meet my man Stan here... Stan... Ginger." This accomplished he went over and turned on the ball game on the enormous color TV, drew himself a draft beer and sat on his stool to watch it.
Stan took one last look in the mirror, and saw Janie tilt her head back that special way she had, laughing, showing all her teeth, her big breasts jiggling while the guy beside her looked down her low cut dress. She must have seen him by then, he thought, and then almost angrily, he turned back to Ginger, and invited her to sit at a table with him.
She readily agreed, and soon they were squeezed into a tight booth that seemed to have been made for children. Stan realized that they were in plain view of Janie, and he was glad. For the first time really, he took in the appearance of the young girl next to him, who had been talking about something that he hadn't heard. He was appalled to see that she was practically a child. She couldn't have been much older than 17... if that. Her long blond hair fell in straight shiny strands, stopping just over her shoulders to curl up neatly at the ends. Her clear blue eyes sparkled, and her mouth formed nice circles as she spoke. She smelled good. But what on earth was she talking about? He forced himself to listen.
"Usually on Sundays I go to the Dragon Killer... but today, something told me... it was like a voice... you know, an inner voice? It told me to come here... maybe because something special is going to happen, you know? Do you get feelings... like that sometimes? When I do I just try to stay loose and go with them... "
"Yeah... Stan replied... Yeah... " Janie was looking right at them, he saw from the corner of his eye... and suddenly he broke out into a wide smile, and put his arm around Ginger.
"What that stuff you're drinking, sweetheart? " he asked her.
"Coke... oh, I never drink anything stronger than Coke," she replied, "even though I do look old enough to."
"O.K... well, do you want another... I'm going to have another drink." His arm was raised, and Johnny behind the bar was already starting to make up the order. Stan's face was awfully close to hers, he realized, and she seemed to be very friendly. She was wearing some kind of fuzzy sweater, like angora, and he realized that it was probably coming off on his jacket... but it didn't matter really. He was now determined to have fun! Beneath the table he could feel Ginger's legs pressed against his... there was hardly room under there for them to do otherwise, but still, he knew that the contact was more than casual. She evidently thought that he was going to be her special happening for that day... and he thought to himself... why not?
The second drink felt much better, and it didn't matter a bit that Ginger was only drinking coke. She seemed to be able to follow his moods quite well, and soon they were laughing happily about nothing at all, while Stan felt his leg growing warm where hers touched it. He let his arm enclose the giving surface of her shoulders, and once or twice let his hand drop down in an explorative gesture to test the surface of her breasts. Each time, she would giggle and twist away a little.
"Oh... that drives me crazy... " she declared once. "I'll just fall to pieces... "
"How old are you anyway, honey?" Stan asked, his interest growing by the second.
"17... but don't tell Johnny, he thinks I'm 21 because I have this fake ID... but I don't really like to lie... not to important people anyway! "
"Christ," Stan thought, she's only a few years older than Bonnie... " For a minute he wondered if Bonnie was home yet, and if she would have made herself something to eat by now. There was plenty of food in the refrigerator. A pang of guilt overcame him as he realized that he was her sole guardian now, and here he was... just as bad as her mother, sitting in a bar getting loaded trying to make out on a Sunday afternoon. But as he heard a burst of laughter from the comer that could only have been Janie's husky voice, he remembered once more that he owed it to himself to have a good time... to have in fact a better time than Janie was having!
With a steady pressure he let his leg push heavily against the girl's young firm thigh. She was wearing a loose skirt that seemed to slip between their two legs easily, and Stan moved his hand slowly and easily down under the table, letting it fall casually on Ginger's leg. She didn't act as though she noticed when he lifted the soft woolen skirt up, inch by inch with his fingers, but he could tell that she was breathlessly waiting to see just how far he would go. She grew softer and more pliable against him, and though she continued talking at the same speed, there were short pauses between her steady flow of words... pauses that let him know that she wanted him to continue.
There was music now at the Double Luck, a small band had begun to play in the next room, and the melodious strains of subdued jazz circled round the bar. Stan could feel the effects of the drinks he'd had, but somehow still he wanted more. He could feel perspiration starting out on his forehead as his fingers rose along the naked thigh that pulsed so willingly beside him. An old ghost came back to haunt him.
"This is wrong... this is very wrong... to take advantage of this child... " It was the same thing whenever he had had sex, ever since he'd been a boy and his grandfather had caught him fingering little 7 year old Wendy Peterson's pussy out in the barn. He'd never really gotten over that, he knew... because Janie had told him often enough that he had some kind of weird hang-up. But he couldn't help it, and that was why he couldn't do some of the things that Janie wanted him to do... even when he wanted to... he just couldn't!
"Ooooooh Stan... " Ginger moaned. "Stan!" The smooth velvety skin fairly purred under his fingers... he longed to see what she looked like naked. It was getting hotter by the second, and his middle finger reached the elastic legband of her panties.
"You don't have to go that way... " she whispered huskily, "They're the new kind. The center's open!"
Stan gulped and found his fingers moving with a will of their own toward the softness between the young girl's upper thighs. He encountered several tiny curling strands of soft, resilient pubic hair that guarded the open waiting split between Ginger's legs.
"Ooooooooh!" she groaned loudly, and Stan saw several people turn their head to see what was going on. Embarrassed and flushed with excitement, he hurriedly removed his fingers from the rising wetness of the young girl's pussy.
"We have to go somewhere else, honey," he said to her in a whisper. He rose, and found that his cock was stiff as a board. Fumbling in his pocket he found enough money to cover the drinks, and then he and Ginger slid from the booth.
"It all feels so special, Stan," she was saying, "more than you know... it's very important to me!"
They were walking toward the door. Johnny was smiling and waving goodbye. In the corner, he saw Janie look up as he went by. "Good!" he thought, "good!" And then they were outside. It was considerably cooler and dark outside now and Stan suddenly realized that they had no place to go, since Ginger had already mentioned that she lived in a house with about 12 other people and didn't have a room of her own.
Ginger stood clinging to his arm expectantly as he hesitated. Finally he took her to the car which was parked near the corner, and opening the door for her, ushered her in.
He got in and turned the motor over... What the hell was he going to do now?
"Let's take a drive," Ginger suggested, and they started off. Up and down the hills of San Francisco and out across the bridge to the country. Stan was very much aware of Ginger's presence beside him because she kept moving closer and closer. He remembered how her panties were cut out like that in the middle and his prick got all hard again. Suddenly he felt her hand on his leg. He grabbed onto the wheel and brought the car back into control, trying to hide his surprise. But her hand kept on moving on his thigh.
"Such nice hard thighs... you know you remind me of my Dad... he has beautiful thighs... just perfect!"
Shortly before, and without her fathers knowledge, Bonnie had passed their car crossing the bridge as she made her way back to the city on the bus from Sausalito to San Francisco.
Stan tried to overcome the feeling of shock that he had, but he couldn't quite get over the fact that this young girl's hand was moving closer and closer to his groin, and the fact that she had just made reference to her father hadn't done anything to help matters! Gritting his teeth, he took the first exit off the freeway that he reached, and soon the car was bumping along a casually paved asphalt road, surrounded by darkness.
One particularly sharp bump brought Ginger's fingers in direct contact with the erect hardness of his cock, and he heard her gasp at the same time he did. His blood was racing around furiously and he choked back a strangled cry as he felt her fumbling with his zipper. With a growing sense of excitement, he felt her tugging at it, and then pulling it all the way down. Then, as the car continued careening along, she reached inside to fondle his hot raging cock. It leapt in her hands like a fish being dehooked, but she held onto it, fondling it cautiously at first, and then more boldly.
"Oooooooh!" he heard her say, and then "Oooh what a nice one!"
Her fingers rubbed up and down creating an incredible friction on his rock-hard prick that almost sent Stan out of his mind.
"Hey... hey there... he mumbled, "Whatcha doing?"
"Don't say anything," Ginger said, her voice coming through to him seemingly choked with emotion. He tore his eyes away from the road and glanced at her, and saw that her features were tense, her lips slightly parted, her eyes dull, undisguised lust was written across her pretty young face so clearly that it frightened him. He turned back and said, "I think I'd better pull over!"
"Oh, Stan... oh, your cock... your cock is sooo big... sooo nice... won't you fuck me with it soon... I'd love to feel it deep, deep inside me... I can almost feel it now... Oh, Jesus, Stan... it's getting so wet... and the head is so chunky and smooth! Oh, I love to touch it! " Then just as he thought he was going to have to cum right then and there all over himself and the car, Ginger made a sudden movement closer to him, and he had a flash of her blonde hair gleaming in the lights of a passing car as her lips bent to envelope his aching cockhead wetly inside the moist warm cavern of her mouth.
"Oh, my God, Ginger!" he cried out. "Oh, Christ!"
"MMMmmmmmmmmmnp! "
Ginger replied, her throat plugged by the enormous rod of Stan's excitedly quivering cock. It filled her mouth completely and utterly, and her small oval lips were stretched to their utmost to accept the warm, pulsating mass. She gulped and felt the tip of his penis emitting small droplets of pre-cum, slipping directly into her throat, she swallowed them greedily, and then breathing hard, brought her head up a little, and then a little more, sliding it all the way up finally, her tongue drawing a thick sensual line along the throbbing, heavy veined shaft of his cock.
"No... don't stop... it's better when we're moving and the car's bouncing up and down... don't stop Stan... "
He obeyed her, without quite knowing why. Perhaps it was because she had a strong hold on his cock... it was like she had control of his entire destiny... she could ask him to do anything at this moment, and he would probably at least think about giving it a try! This strange little girl had an awful lot of power and she was using it all on him right now. But he couldn't complain, could he... not with those sensuously thin fingers gliding up and down his impossibly swollen prick, toying with it, soothing it, treating it to the lewdest massage he'd had to date! And still they drove on. Stan felt like his foot was glued to the gas pedal, and silently, he thanked his lucky stars that there was almost no traffic on whatever road it was they were on, near whatever town.
She was whimpering beside him, while her fingers moved, and when he began to grunt softly, she started talking to him around his cock in a low enticing voice, almost unrecognizable as her own. It was all like some bittersweet dream!
"Ooo aaaaaaah!" Stan's foot pressed harder on the gas pedal and the car jerked forward, carrying its two preoccupied passengers further and further toward Petaluma.
Her lips then circled the upper section of his cockhead, slipping about along the rubbery cleft surface, her teeth just barely touching on the outside, her tongue hot and knowing wherever it touched. Back down again she went, and the noise of her hungry sucking filled the car with lewd, wet licking noises. Stan's ears were burning with a kind of sensual embarrassment... but he could hold back no longer. All along his cock he could feel it starting to happen, his balls, still hidden within his pants were tensed, ready to let go, and it was going to happen any second now, any second.
Up and down, her lips revolved lewdly enjoying the big thick pole of hardened male cock that separated them. It was clear that she relished every second of it... and her obvious enjoyment made his even keener.
"Pretend this is my pussy and I've shaved it for you!" she mumbled suddenly, and then her mouth slithered back down upon his prick, tight and hard, smoothly giving to accept the burning passage of his member, easing it right up into the farthest reaches of her throat.
And then it happened. His semen started out, and then it was splashing hotly into the back of her mouth. He could hear her sputtering, trying to take it all in, feel still more coming out as he took one hand off the steering wheel to push the top of her head down still further onto his wildly convulsing cock. He felt as though his loins had gone wild. There was nothing else in the world but this unearthly cumming in the middle of nowhere, caused by a girl he hardly knew, who said he reminded her of her father, happening still, while his one hand somehow kept the car under control, and his foot on the gas now maintained a steady 65 miles an hour on the speedometer.
It was fantastic! Stan felt like the top of his head was ripping off. His orgasm was rich and deep and satisfying, seeming to swell within him, filling him with warmth and giving his life new meaning.
"OH, GINGER... GINGER BABY!" he cried out... Her head bobbed about upon his rapidly deflating cock, and her mouth clung to the pleasure in his member, sucking sweetly upon it, and bringing its startling memory back again and again in steadily decreasing doses. It seemed to still be going on, and then it reached that point of no return and suddenly came back again. His cock was getting hard again, filling up her mouth again!
Her head moved up. Gasping, she asked pleadingly "Take me home and do it to me... please, Stan... will you?"
There was silence as he pulled the car over to the side of the road, silence as he made a quick U-turn and started the car back. Ginger's mouth settled peaceably back down onto his quivering prick, sucking softly like a baby on its mother's breast, biding her time, knowing they were on their way to a bed somewhere. Stan drove back to town like a maniac. Already he was calculating whether or not Bonnie would be asleep. He decided that she would be, and that if he were really careful... really quiet, he could get Ginger into his room without waking his young daughter. Because he had to have her now... there just didn't seem to be any choice in the matter.
CHAPTER FOUR
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October 4, P.M.
"Dear Diary... Cousin David was so beautiful. I still feel his fingers up between my legs and in the hole of my pussy! But he was very upset when I wouldn't let him put his thing in... somehow I just couldn't and he said well, he wouldn't make me do it. I'm glad he didn't. But he said I should come back tomorrow and we would go very slow and he would try not to hurt me... but he wanted to very bad, he said it hurt him he wanted to so bad! I don't know if I'll go back or not. I told him maybe I would and maybe I wouldn't and he said I was just like my mother! My plan is working! But already I want to feel hands on my body again... just to think of it my breasts get all tight and swollen like and that funny little itch starts between my legs. I wonder...?"
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Bonnie closed her book abruptly and slipped it under the mattress. Quickly, she put the light out. She had heard a noise. Undoubtedly it was her father returning home... but he seemed to be moving on tip-toe... trying not to wake her up. It was just as well, she thought, she didn't want to talk to him anyway... not feeling the way she did. Besides, she was afraid that somehow, he might be able to tell just by looking at her what she had been doing! No sense taking any chances... she would wait to face him in the morning. She slipped down beneath her sheets and tucked her feet up the way she usually did when she was ready to go to sleep. She heard the door to her father's room a few feet down from hers, click softly shut, and then she prepared to fall into a well-deserved blissful sleep. She hadn't been like this very long though, before a strange noise woke her up. It was like a steady knocking or squeaking sound that she could not place.
Groggily curious, she slowly rose to investigate the strange sound.
* * *
As the door clicked behind them, Stan beheld his unmade bed. The room looked like Rome ravaged by the Huns. But Ginger didn't seem to care. When he turned to her, she smiled almost shyly up at him, as though a lewd thought had never crossed her mind, and Stan marvelled at the young girl's simplistic attitude. Sex seemed so natural to her, and probably to most of her generation, while to him it was still a dark mystery, a guilt ridden, yet wonderful creation, that ruled his life in some unpreventable way. He felt helpless about it, just the way he felt oddly helpless with Ginger... she knew what she wanted and went after it... while he hesitated... always and no matter what, he hesitated!
Ginger sat down at the edge of the bed, and he gazed at her reflectively. "You're beautiful!" he said, "so beautiful!" His face flushed with desire and he wanted to rip her clothes from her... to see what she was like under that sweater and skirt. "Will you take your clothes off for me?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied simply, beginning by leaning forward to slip off her shoes. Her stockingless toes wriggled happily with their new freedom, and Ginger started to undo her skirt. As he watched her, Stan began to take off his clothes too. Absent- mindedly, his trousers, shoes, socks, and shirt were all discarded onto the straw rug of the bedroom... the same straw rug that little Bonnie's mother and he had bought in Mexico, years ago on their honeymoon. But, he told himself, as he saw Ginger lifting up her arms to remove her fuzzy sweater, there is no more Janie... I'm a free man now... free!
Her breasts appeared, small, soft, and pink, the ends perked up sharply and seemed to smile. Her nipples were almost as large as her breasts, taking up about half the area of the soft globular flesh. Carefully, Ginger massaged them, her face taking on a reflective expression, as though she were performing a ritual alone. She stood, and the full skirt fell to her feet and daintily she stepped out of it. Then she posed for him, still wearing her panties, but nothing else, smiling broadly, but unable to hide a silent question that was forming in her eyes.
Stan removed his boxer shorts... the last item of clothing he was wearing. He started toward her, and he saw her suppress a shiver... so it did mean something to her after all, he thought. He took in every inch of her small perfectly formed body. Her panties were black and sat so low on her hips that he was able to see the upper fringes of her soft blonde pubic hair. Her waist was small and sloped to full hips and full thighs... in spite of being a small girl, she had an old-fashioned kind of figure, the kind a man could really get into.
"Aren't you going to take those off?" Stan was right up on her now... standing right in front of her. He touched her panties with his finger. His voice was husky and low.
"Sometimes I like to wear them when a man's doing it to me... she replied, lifting her arms to place them around his neck. She pulled his head down so that her mouth could reach his, and suddenly they were molding together, clinging in an electrically charged paroxysm of desire. "Remember... they're open in the middle," she said, before her tongue went into his mouth. She grunted as his heavy cock pressed against her white naked belly, and he drew her tight up against him, picking her up bodily from the floor and holding her against him, turning her this way and that, feeling the length of her back with his hands while his mouth ground hard against hers, smashing her lips almost cruelly, as he savoured the feel of her breasts against his chest. Then he was pushing her backward, over onto the bed. Her blonde hair spread out behind her, and she landed heavily, while he landed on top of her. He put his arms out to brace himself so that she wouldn't get all his weight, and then he let himself drop, so that she was crushed hard down into the mattress.
"OH! OH!" she cried out, but he was beyond hearing now, he just had to go on doing what he had to do. His tongue entered her mouth again, and she swallowed it hungrily as though her entire life depended upon it. His heavy legs pressed against her, and on her stomach lay the burgeoning blood-filled pole of his prick.
Hurriedly, he parted her legs, and pulling her up a little bit under him, let the enormous chunky head of his cock slip obscenely between the black folds of Ginger's panties. The split material gave way and admitted his member, and his thick cock head throbbed against her tender golden pussy. He moved it back and forth a little against the hair-lined surface, moaning and calling out, he knew not what.
"Oh, baby... oh, honey... oh yeah!"
Ginger bumped her loins up against him, her secret passage seeming to ache for his cock.
"Oh, hurry... hurry! HURRY!" she cried, her hands reaching out to grasp hold of his hard buttocks. His hands were working steadily at her breasts, rubbing the nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Ginger was in a semiswoon of nervous excitement. Her breasts stung and her moist pussy grew wetter still as she felt the blunt tip of Stan's meaty cock rubbing into her, searching for the entrance to her vagina. Any minute now, she knew it would be in her and she would feel the startling sensation that never ceased to amaze her... the completely fulfilling entry of a man's penis high into her womb.
"OOOOOHH, Oh oh oh oho!" she changed, started to push her hips up higher and higher. "OH GOD DO IT!" she cried. "I can't wait another moment!"
The thick rubbery head of Stan's penis was suddenly still... it had dropped downward between Ginger's fleshy pussy lips, and was now poised... directly centered at the entrance of her tight dark channel. It began to insinuate itself into the small opening, parting the soft golden curls of pubic hair slowly at first and then faster and faster. Ginger's muscles started jerking involuntarily, the tendons of her thighs so taut that she thought they might snap. A low growl started somewhere deep in her throat as the petals of her cunt opened bit by bit, admitting the hardened male flesh that wanted to smash them to bits. A little bit of the fringe of pussy hair around the opening stuck to his cock as it pushed and she felt a twinge of pain and then it was gone, and Stan was ramming halfway up into her tingling pussy.
"OOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! " she wailed... and Stan cupped his hand over her mouth.
"Shhhh... " he reminded her, "my daughter!" She nodded to show she understood, and then, with one more incredible push he pushed into her again. Ginger thought she was being split in two by the wide circumference of the older man's prick, he kept pushing and pushing into her, now, never letting up a second, and she couldn't catch her breath. Absurdly it hurt her... he was so big that she almost wanted to beg him to stop, and yet underneath it all she could feel something giving away inside her, something being ground down by this wonderful hard entity. She had never felt anything like it! Her tightly clenched vaginal muscles fought back against his ramming as best they could, and then finally surrendered to him, her buttocks slammed down into the mattress and high up in her womb, she accepted the magnificent pounding. Each slam was bringing her closer to sexual nirvana... every movement their two bodies made was now perfect! Her legs snaked up to fit around his back, her heels digging into his ribs as sigh after sigh escaped her lips.
"OH, WONDERFUL!" she cried out, "WONDERFUL!" The tender inner portions of her young, hair-lined pussy were being churned to butter beneath his giant cock, and now she grunted and groaned with increasing fervour as her dark passage began to be filled with a light-giving ecstasy. His full weight was splitting her, her legs were flailing out more and more... his cock would pull back... all the way out even and then find its mark and slip back in, all the way in!
"OH, YOU FUCKER... YOU FUCK SO GOOD!" she screeched, "So goooooooood! " she added softly as Stan grabbed onto her full buttocks and lifted her entire pelvis up higher to meet his lustful attack.
Bonnie could hardly believe her eyes when she looked through her father's key hole and saw the most fantastic view of her father's behind that she'd ever seen. Not only could she see his backside, but she could see his lewdly swinging testicles and on occasion the hotly glistening pole of his thickly engorged cock as it exited from the fully spread blonde genitals that quivered beneath him.
"Daddy! " she whispered to herself! She was wearing her white nightgown, the one with the old-fashioned collar and cuffs that her mother had given her for her 12th birthday, and beneath its innocent covering, Bonnie's little body shivered with a delicious awareness as she continued to look at the completely new image of her father.
"Maybe he's not so dull after all!" she thought, her heart pounding wildly. She gasped as she saw her father's enormous cock fuck again and again into the young girls pussy, sending her scooting several inches up across the bed each time. And now she could hear the girls cries, and could see that the bed board pounding against the wall was the noise that had awakened her.
She looked with astonishment at the size other father's hardened penis. It was at least twice as big as her cousin David's! And yet, now that she had seen David's, and had held it in her hands, and not felt it inside her little virgin vagina, she felt less uneasy about her father's. It was also immediately evident to her that it was causing the strange young girl to feel the most exquisite things! Things that she too wanted to feel! A pang of jealousy shot through her as she examined the entire lewd scene. Her father seemed so strong, so sure of himself... she had never really thought of him that way... her mother heretofore had always seemed the strong one, the sure one... but now he seemed so masterful to her, and a funny kind of pride mingled with her jealousy, along with the start of another, more intense feeling in the pit of her belly, as she continued to spy on them.
Stan kneeled up into Ginger's flailing legs, sweating profusely so that small droplets fell from his forehead onto Ginger's bobbing breasts. He was thinking strange thoughts, just letting the unformed images flow through his mind. They were mostly about his wife Janie... he knew he would never get used to thinking of her as his ex-wife... she would always be his wife! He visualized her watching him fuck this teen-ager, visualized her becoming jealous, although deep down, he knew that she probably would not be jealous at all. Then he pretended it was Janie, wiggling and squirming beneath him, her tautly pumping little pussy, milking his cock for all it was worth, her clinging cunt that caused such acute twinges of pleasure to fill him!
Meanwhile, Ginger lay back, dazed and deliciously abused, letting Stan's big thick penis fill every section of her internal passage, stretching her tight blonde cunt in every direction. She cried out with small animal like moans, marvelling at how good it felt, wanting the delicious torture to continue forever!
Outside the door, Bonnie gnashed her teeth, one small hand slipping down to fondle her so recently aroused adolescent genitals. "Daddy! " she murmured... "Oh, Daddy!"
From the tips of her flowing auburn hair, to the tips of her toes, she felt filled with a new and powerful desire for her father. She was sure that that girl wasn't much older than she was, and her Daddy's enormous prick didn't seem to be hurting her!
Beneath her gown, her budding breasts brushed sensuously against the white fabric, and her tight reddish curls of her hair-fringed pussy tangled between her investigating fingers with a seeming eagerness, a new readiness for pleasure. The small triangle of sex nestled between her gently tapering loins was ready for anything! Her silken inner folds responded tremulously to the rubbing of her index finger, and retained the pleasure of her touch as she moved downward toward the tiny hole that she wanted to make bigger... much bigger! At least big enough so that Daddy's big thing would fit in!
Stan kept on at it. Once he had had one orgasm,, he could go on almost indefinitely, a feat that he was proud of, and enjoyed now especially. It had been such a long while since he'd been with a woman, that he wanted to get the most out of it! He also wanted to show this hot young teen-ager a thing or two, and judging from the way she was responding, he wasn't doing a bad job! He thrust heavily into her soft giving pussy, feeling the white, flexing cheeks of her buttocks quiver and jerk in his nervous hands.
"OOOOOhhhhh... aaaaaaaaaah... ooooooooooh!"
"No further attention was paid by either one of them to the loud cries that each was making, for nothing else mattered now to either one of them but this sweet, wild fucking of each other's naked body that consumed them totally.
"Oh, Stan... Stan... oh, yes, do it to me... oh, your wonderful cock... oh, I feel like I'm coming apart... I can't stand any MORE! I feel... oooooooooo- OOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOD! Ginger could feel the nubby fabric of the bedspread biting into her back as she started to cum. The walls of her vagina were distended and pushed to their most sensitive point. The thick head of Stan's cock scraped and struck at her cervix, now this way, now that, and she was cumming blissfully and beautifully. Her young abused pussy pulsed in quicker rhythms around the ramming shaft, and her clitoris rubbed against the thick dark curls of Stan's cock hair. Sharp thrills gyrated within her hair-lined vagina, and her breath caught high in her throat. From behind, the coral-colored tissues of her cunt were visible between the moisture-inundated folds of her split panties and as the hanging balls slapped alternately higher and lower against her upraised buttocks.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH,FUCKHARDER, HARDER, HARDER!" Ginger sang out, and Stan responded, stretching the already widely parted moons of her buttocks wide at the teen-aged girl's urgent request. Her cuntal muscles were vibrating wildly and contracting powerfully around his desperately pistoning cock. Spasm after spasm took hold of her, and she arched her back up impossibly to receive even more of the plunging rod. One more withdrawal, and one more driving lunge into her was enough to complete her delight, and her streaming passage seemed a live entity, formed solely for his personal use. She was almost more than he could handle in full orgasm, a screaming banshee with strength enough to kill. He was flattered by her response, and his long cock grew another few centimeters, as he felt the straining fluids of his semen begin to spurt forward in gigantic uneven waves of pleasure.
"Come on, YEAH... COME ON, COME ON!" he was yelling, although he wasn't even aware of his words, and Ginger groveled joyfully beneath him, pleased that her prediction for a very special evening had come true.
Outside the door, little Bonnie's hand fumbled obscenely between her widespread thighs. The lower half of her body wriggled and shook, almost as much as the young girl she was watching squirmed beneath her father. And beneath her breath, she sighed and moaned, panting with her eye still glued to the keyhole.
"Ooooooooooh Daddy... ddaaaaadddy! Do me too, Daddy, do me too!"
CHAPTER FIVE
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Monday, October 5
"Dear Diary... Daddy has the most beautiful cock in the world! Sooo big and that awful girl seemed to be loving it so! She kept telling him how good it was. I can hardly sit still just thinking about how it would feel deep inside ME... maybe SOON!"
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"Darling, Daddy... It's time to get up!" Bonnie shook her father's naked shoulder as hard as she could. She had already called him twice and now she was beginning to wonder if he would ever wake up.
"Come on, Daddy... aren't you going to work today?" Stan heard his daughter's voice coming from what seemed like a great distance. The mention of the word work had done it. Well, was he going to work?, he thought, almost before he was completely awake. The answer was no, immediately... they would have to do without him down at the insurance office that Monday, and he would call his secretary, Joyce, later and have her postpone his appointments until the following day!
"No... " he muttered. "No... I'm not going in today! "
"Oh, that's nice," Bonnie answered, "I don't have any school today... we can spend some time together."
"What do you mean no school?" Stan opened one eye, memories of his responsibilities as Bonnie's sole guardian mingling with the acute awareness of every sore and aching muscle in his body... caused by his workout with Ginger a few short hours ago, started his adrenalin flowing.
"No school, that's all," Bonnie lied easily... everything was getting easier and easier, she felt, now that she had made up her mind just what to do. Actually, it wasn't even like making up her mind, it was something that seemed to decide itself inside her, without any problem whatsoever. She wanted her Daddy... wanted him THAT WAY... and she intended to have him.
"What did you do last night?" she asked sweetly, perching upon the edge of her father's bed. She was wearing nothing but a sheer nylon nightgown, of a hot pink color, a new nightgown, because the one she had worn while watching at the keyhole had become impossibly wrinkled and dirty by the time she left her lewd entertainment.
Stan was suddenly aware of Ginger's scent all over him. Certainly Bonnie could smell it too! And just how much noise had they made anyway? He rolled over in bed, moaning to himself.
"Never mind... he mumbled bad-temperedly." Why don't you go get yourself some breakfast if you're not going to school?"
"I was just thinking about last night," Bonnie sighed, trying to look as innocent as she possibly could.
Stan bolted upright in bed and found himself staring directly into his young daughter's limpid green eyes. He was startled by her expression, and couldn't help thinking how much she was getting to look like Jane.
"What were you thinking about last night?" he demanded. "What did you do yesterday anyway... I... uh, I'm sorry I wasn't around," his speech tapered off as he realized he wasn't making much sense.
"Oh, I told you in the note... I went to see a friend in Sausalito... but what I was thinking about was later... later on... I couldn't sleep too well... kept having funny dreams... very funny dreams! " Oh, my God, Stan thought, slumping back down. For some reason he had an enormous erection again, and he tried to dissimulate its tell-tale appearance beneath the covers. I've got to get myself together, he thought... I've just got to!
"Listen, sweetie... forget whatever you dreamed... you know how crazy some dreams are anyway, don't you? Now why don't we spend the day together, since you don't have school and I'm not going to work... would you like that... what would you like to do? "
"Oh, it doesn't matter Daddy, as long as we're together!" Bonnie replied happily. Before she jumped down from the bed, she let the strap of her gown slip from her shoulder, revealing to her father a luscious expanse of her naked skin, almost to the nipple of her budding breast. Beneath the sheer material its round firmness could be seen, and Stan was amazed at how his daughter had blossomed in the last few months. He found himself wondering as Bonnie wiggled out of the door, whether or not she would be getting breasts as large as her mother's and if so how soon. When his penis began to swell uncomfortably again, he realized the odd direction of his thoughts, and tried to stop them immediately, turning his thoughts to the previous night. Now that it was over, he felt vaguely unsatisfied, although at the time, he couldn't have complained at all. Why then, this feeling of having done something that didn't quite work out right, when just remembering the satisfied expression on little Ginger's face was enough to tell him that he had been more than a success?
Bonnie's expression came back to him too, though, and her saying that about her dream. God, if there was anything he didn't want to hear about it was some dream she might have had that was prompted by what must have been very loud noises coming from her father's room! He blushed now just thinking about it! He could only hope she hadn't heard anything too specific!
After a short while he smelled the unmistakable odor of bacon sizzling in the frying pan, and realized that he hadn't eaten a thing the day before. He visualized Bonnie earnestly preparing him breakfast, and his heart gave a little jump as he thought about how brave she was being about the whole thing between her mother and himself. He resolved to be a better father instantly... to make his day with her a very special one!
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Bonnie raced into her room and closed the door. She was out of breath and excited about the day she'd spent with her father. Quickly, she ripped off her dress and threw herself down on the bed. She was wearing a half-slip of shiny white satin like material, and a pair of matching panties. She had decided that day not to wear a bra and now as she flopped down upon the bedspread, she felt the material of the spread softly stimulating her already excited nipples.
"Oh, Daddy... " she sighed to herself, reaching under the bed for her diary... "Daddy!"
And then she began to write:
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October 5, P.M.
"Dear Diary... I hardly know where to begin! This morning I served Daddy breakfast in my see-through nightgown until he made me go and put something else on. But I saw him looking at me real hard, and it was THAT look... the same one I've seen him use with Mom sometimes... so when I saw him looking that way, I went real quick and sat on his lap. Was he ever surprised! I didn't stay there very long, but while I was there, I felt something like a big hard rock right up against the crack of my bottom, so I wriggled around a little bit, and it started jumping around underneath me, and Daddy got real mad! He made me get right up, but not before I told him how much I loved him, and how good it felt sitting on his lap! I told him I wanted to go to Golden Gate Park and go to the zoo and the aquarium and then I wanted to eat Chinese food and then I wanted to go to a movie. Well, we never got to the movie, because Daddy just brought me home... does he ever look upset! First of all, it was so bright and sunny in the park when we got there, and there were lots of young kids there and not only did we see cousin David there, but we also saw that GIRL that Daddy was with last night! Ginger he called her, and was she happy to see him! She was sitting with a bunch of long-haired boys and it was clear they were all smoking pot. Daddy had a funny expression like he disapproved of the whole thing, but I've heard Mommy say that its better than drinking yourself silly the way Daddy sometimes does. Anyway, we saw Ginger first and she came running up to Daddy with a dumb expression on her face... I told Daddy I thought I knew her from somewhere, and he said of course not, and acted real stiff and funny with her. I don't think she's as pretty as I am! And I told Daddy that too, and he said of course she wasn't, but I could tell he didn't like me saying that. Later, when we saw cousin David, I decided to get even with Daddy, and I ran up to him and gave him a great big juicy kiss. David looked embarrassed, I guess because Daddy was there, but I didn't care what either of them thought. It was fun! While I was all pressed up against David his cock got nice and hard too, and I whispered to him, "YOUR COCK IS HARD!" and he jumped back from me as though I had bit him! Hah! But I'm really not interested in his cock anymore, not at the moment anyway, although I am grateful for what he did to me in bed that morning... that was nice. Anyway, when I got through kissing David, Daddy asked me in a kind of weird worried voice, "Where did you learn to do things like that?" I just looked up at him and told him, "I don't know, something I dreamed I guess. Later on, while we were looking at the buffaloes we saw two of them making love and I said that they seemed to be fucking good! Well, Daddy exploded and said he never wanted to hear me use that word again, and I said why not, everybody else uses it why shouldn't I... that in fact in my dream some girl kept using it, and did he know that sometimes I walked in my sleep? That sometimes I would just wake up and find myself in another part of the house? Then I told him I was hungry, and we drove to Chinatown, but Daddy hadn't said a word for a long long time, and his hands were shaking on the steering wheel. I kept on talking to him though, but that didn't seem to help his mood. Now I can hear him out there in the living room, boozing it up. I told him when he started drinking at the restaurant that he ought to smoke grass instead, that Mom said it was not as bad for your liver, and he yelled at me and everyone in the restaurant turned around to look. He said not to mention my mother's name to him, and then he apologized and said to forget he'd said that. It was then that I told him that he'd better do something to get mother to come back real soon, or I was going to do something myself! He asked what I meant by that, and I said, he'd see, and then I told him about the girl in the dream saying what a wonderful cock he had and then he brought me home! I didn't even get to read my fortune cookies! TONIGHT MAY BE THE NIGHT!"
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Stan just made it to the bed before he passed out. He lay sprawled upon it, in a blissful coma, where none of the unpleasantness he had been through that day could reach him. Because Bonnie had made it absolutely clear to him that she had actually witnessed his debauchery with Ginger, and she had made a few other things clear to him too, none of which were calculated to cheer him. Even as he'd thrown back all that whiskey, he'd known that he was going to have to face it all sooner or later, that one day he was going to have to do something about Bonnie... get her some professional help maybe... and what about himself... he had to have some help too! But meanwhile, the soothing bottle was helping immensely, and it seemed the quickest solution to everything!
Stan heard nothing when Bonnie entered his room. He didn't even feel anything as she carefully began to remove his clothes. When he lay naked upon the bed, he was still snoring loudly, he had snorted every now and then as an article of clothing was removed, but otherwise, his mental processes were still surrounded by blackness.
"Oh, beautiful Daddy... " Bonnie mumbled. She was kneeling on the bed looking down at her father, clothed only in the transparent nightgown that was now her favorite thing to wear. She felt frightened about what she was doing, but tried to control it, telling herself that it was evident that her father wouldn't wake up for quite a while. Meanwhile, she could explore his body as much as she wanted. Her hand moved gently upon his chest, examining every portion, the small male nipples, which she tweaked slightly, watching them respond just the way her own did. When she saw that, she sat back on her haunches, beautiful, in her gown, her long soft hair clinging to her shoulders, and shining from the brushing she had given it. Then she slipped her hands beneath her gown and held onto her own breasts, cupping them first and then feeling the length of her nails against the sensitive soft pink areolas surrounding the tautly expectant nipples.
"Oooooh," she moaned as she felt the wonderful thrill she had known would come. She panted a little and continued the gentle pressure on her firm young bosom, becoming more and more excited as she did so, looking like a kneeling nymph perched sensually in some woodland glade or perhaps upon a rock like Circe, except for the fact that she was in fact kneeling beside the totally exposed nude body of her six foot tall father. "I'm not afraid... " she told herself... "Oh, no... I'm not afraid!"
Her eyes, mere slits already due to her steadily rising passion, roved lovingly over Stan's body, as she imagined her mother's must have once done before she and her father started having all those fights. Once her mother had almost told her about it... she had started out by saying... "You know I've loved your father very much... I love him now... but... "
The "but" had been left hanging in the air, and Bonnie had somehow not really wanted to know about the rest. She thought she had a pretty good idea about it now though, and it occurred to her, that she was just taking up where her mother had left off, and that perhaps when she had accomplished what she hoped, her father would be the kind of man her mother could love without any "buts."
She felt very small kneeling there next to her father. She was only five feet tall and her father seemed gigantic just sprawled there like that. The area of his groin, the long penis in expose attracted her so that she could hardly remove her eyes. The curly pubic hair grew luxuriously around the sleeping member, and it lay at a curious angle upon his loins. At last she was getting a good look at it! With an audacity born of her precocious desire, she reached forward slowly to touch her father's penis. Stan grunted in his sleep and she removed her fingers, but when she saw that he still did not awaken, no she once more placed her hand upon the curious organ. Soon, she was fondling it in her hands, amazed at the way it was made, and at the way it was getting bigger, even as she held its circumference in her palm. She knew that it could get bigger still, and therefore continued her deft manipulations, breathing softly into herself as it continued to grow. Her eyes grew like round saucers as the big bulbous head slowly pushed up and out, and the thick foreskin slid back to reveal its smooth red interior.
In his sleep, Stan's mind began to return to a level of consciousness approaching the dream state. The steady manipulation of his genitals sent messages to his sleeping brain and he began to form images around what was happening to him without waking up. It was the young seventeen-year-old Ginger... she had returned to get more of the loving she'd had last night, and he was glad she was there... enjoyed the feel of her expert fingers on his cock, enjoyed just lying back and letting it happen to him, and in a little while he would stir and he would fuck her again just like before, feel his cock expanding the walls of that little tight blonde pussy of hers. But meanwhile, it felt so good to let her keep on handling him like that... and he wondered if his wife, Janie, knew about it, would it make her jealous?
Bonnie could feel the walls of her virgin pussy start an involuntary contraction as she rolled her father's thickening cock in her hands, and she felt her cuntal fuzz down between her legs getting moist from the seeping fluids that filled her aroused baby-like genitals. Her eyes became glazed, her mind thinking of but one thing, and she seemed to slip into a trancelike state in which she and her father were the only human beings on earth... and then it became still more precise... her father's obscenely big cock, and her miniature inexperienced pussy were the only things in existence!
When Bonnie noticed that her father's sleep was a bit lighter, that in fact he was aware that something was being done to him, even though he wasn't fully awake, she moved to position herself between his legs. She spread the big hard hairy thighs wide, and then lifted her nightgown up slightly, revealing her small compactly firm buttocks to the cool night air. In front, her quivering mound of pubic fuzz was face to face with the angry-looking purple of her father's penis. With full knowledge of what she was doing, she straddled herself upon her father's legs so that her feet were up by his chest, and her buttocks rested upon his thighs, letting the thick base of his cock press directly against the widespread cleft of her wet little pussy.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned as the thickly enlarged pole brushed against her most sensitive flesh, scraping deliciously against her clitoris, and enflaming the general area of her soft young pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm!" She began to wriggle herself about masturbating her tiny vaginal slit with her father's hard prick, feeling the heat of it fill her being.
In his dream, Ginger was taking an awful long while... it seemed as if she were going to straddle him, and he wanted her to do that... but, God, she was taking an awful long time about it. The alcohol in his system made it impossible for him to become fully conscious, but he was in some measure aware that it wasn't quite a dream... that Ginger was really there... and he really wanted to get inside her now! His cock jerked hungrily against her tight opened split, feeling the soft pubic fuzz and the smooth satiny flesh getting wetter and wetter each moment. Bonnie's hips were rolling and grinding and her clitoris was swollen and distended, slipping desperately in a rotating motion against the big pole between her legs! She ground her entire little cunt unabashedly down against her father's cock, her face now transformed by lust as she felt herself cumming, cumming fast! If only she could get him inside her, she thought, then she would cum all around his cock and could watch it flood all over his stomach! Without altering her rhythm she raised herself up, spreading her legs on either side of her father's body and letting the tight streaming center of her amber-red virginal lips fit just above the pulsating blood-filled head of her sleeping Daddy's penis.
"Oooooh! OH! " she cried out, as she felt it pushing against her, and simultaneously she began bearing down upon it. It was impossibly big... far too big to get inside her... why it practically filled up the entire hollow between her widespread creamy white thighs.
But she wanted it badly, and tried spreading her legs still wider. Below her, Stan muttered... "Why don't you do it, Ginger, baby?" And Bonnie felt anger added to her already emotion-packed psyche. She felt the pink inner membranes of her pussy pulsing wetly and then she angrily jerked downward.
"UUUuuuuuuug!" Nothing happening... but her father was starting to move his hips upward now, and she could feel the point of her orgasm lingering nearby, waiting, waiting for the right moment to happen. Her father's rigid pole seemed to have grown to an even more alarming size, as she began to slip her entire little cuntal slit up and down its full, throbbing length, pausing each time she got to the top to try once more to fit it inside the tiny virginal mouth of her pussy. Her fear was completely gone, left now, were only determination and desire, and new powerful lusty sensations swelling inside.
"Oh, Daddy, Ddddddddaaaaa... "
The sweet young fuzz and smoothly wet flesh of the twelve-year-old pussy rubbing at his burgeoning cock was driving Stan wild, and he resolved to get inside it. But why was Ginger calling him Daddy... He hoped Bonnie wasn't anywhere watching... Instinctively, he reached forward to put his arms around Ginger's small form, to pull her closer to him, to feel her breasts, to impale her little cunt on his hard penis.
The fullness of Bonnie's thighs and buttocks spread outward lewdly, the virgin slit of her hair-fringed vagina tried desperately to fit the massive organ inside. Above, her small body jerked wildly, obscenely in the throes of passion. Her hands reached downward to her own inundated crotch, as her father's hands encircled her waist, and with a harsh motion, she tried to push the big, desire-hardened penis up into her. But now her father had hold of her, and she felt herself being thrust sharply down. Her nipples were sharply pointed, and her breasts felt as though they were about to burst. Between her legs, she now felt the full rampaging push of his prick against the softness of her tiny wet clitoris. It was too much! The pain shot up into her, the smooth fleshy head bored upwards, worming inexorably up into the virginal lips of her passion-moistened vagina. She tried to fight against the pain, tried even to struggle away from him, but he was far too strong for her, his hands were almost crushing her waist he was holding her so hard. Although his eyes were still closed, she could see him gritting his teeth as he sought to impale her on his blood-swollen cock. The throbbing, blood-filled head was worming up inside her!
In spite of herself, Bonnie groaned helplessly and almost passed out from the pain. She was sure that she was bleeding down there... that she would somehow never be the same there, that her little hair-lined slit would be forever maimed. She had never felt anything like it... never! No one had ever intimated that it would ever hurt this much. How did other people stand it. She groaned above him in utter amazement at the amount of pain she was feeling, and still her father pushed her downwards upon his lewdly waving stick, while she arched his hips upwards with incredible strength.
"OAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" she cried out, and then again, "OOHH AAARRGH! " But he was halfway into her now, his cock seemingly stuck there, and little Bonnie wouldn't move one way or another. Dear God, she thought... what on earth am I going to... I can't stand it, I just can't stand it!
Stan heard the odd cries, and wondered what Ginger was making such a fuss about... My God, the girl was acting as if she were a virgin... and he certainly knew that that wasn't the case. Her cunt did seem impossibly tight though, and yet this increased his determination to get in, to screw her good... to feel his sperm shooting up into her hot little belly again. Even though it was wrong, all wrong, this was what he wanted to do... what he had to do!
Suddenly he rose up and flipped her over onto her back, his giant cock still stuck halfway into her. Once she was there, spread-eagled and helpless beneath his weight, he rammed forward with all his might.
"There!" he cried, and then "THERE!" again. God, it felt good...
even though she was screaming and carrying on in the darkness under him in a very odd way... it felt better than anything had felt around his cock in a long time... it reminded him of when he and Janie had first made love... she had been a virgin... he had been a virgin too... it had been incredible... It was like this now, and he pounded hard into the tiny moist pink mouth of her sex, imagining Janie beneath him, seeing her there, opening his eyes and imagining he was seeing a glint of auburn red hair... that fabulous soft hair of hers spread out over the pillow, instead of Ginger's blonde tresses.
"Oh, God, Janie... I love you... I love you... " he found himself shouting, as he speared into her with unprecedented fervor, pounding his loins against her, lifting her buttocks up and feeling his virile, sperm-filled balls slapping hard against the widespread cleft of her ass. She was crying underneath him, great sobs wracking her body, and he fucked mightily into the narrow little channel, his eyes glazed and strange. The throbbing virginal opening gave all around his cock, and he moaned his pleasure, rocking the small framed body passionately with each tormented blow of his heavy-veined rod.
"OOOOOOOOH, DADDY... IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HURTS!"
The words ricocheted off of Stan, and yet there was an ever-growing doubt in the back of his mind. The auburn hair he thought he was imagining looked so real... the face, or what he could see of it in the semi-darkness and through the blur of his drunken daze, did not look like Ginger. Was he really at last going crazy And then he heard her gasp and he struck bottom. The entire ever-growing thickness of his cockhead wedged up against the end of her hotly clasping cuntal depths, and he felt her naked little body giving, melting beneath him.
"OH, GOD, DADDY! OOOOOOOO, AAAAAAAAAAAH! " Then he was easily racing into her velvety depths, fucking deep up into the defensively contracting little belly, feeling her cuntal muscles squeezing against his rigid cock... HOW GOOD IT FELT!
Bonnie felt it happen instantly. The difference overwhelmed her. Where before there had been pain, now existed its almost twin, a pleasure! A pleasure so great that she was stunned by it. It insinuated itself into her tiny, now unresisting cuntal walls, pushing back the white-hot blazing pain that had been forced up into her, erasing it, molding into it, becoming one with it. Her Daddy's big prick was conforming to the insides of her, her insides were conforming to him! Wasn't this what she had wanted... hadn't she herself provoked it! She began to feel the obscene delight of her father's penis, began to know its each and every vein and ridge intimately, she found that by moving her buttocks ever so slightly she could alter the way it felt, so that it felt another wonderful way. The liquid scent of their love- making reached her nostrils and she inhaled it hungrily, spreading her young, but full, firm thighs still wider, feeling her father's chest now squashing against her breasts, feeling his lips nibbling wetly at her throat. She had heard him call her her mother's name in the midst of her pain, and now she wanted to hear it again in her pleasure, for wasn't she her mother's daughter?
"It's good, it's good now... it's so good now!" she muttered, holding hard onto her father's hips. Screwing her pelvis and vagina up tighter against him, she began to moan low grunts of erotic bliss, her mouth reaching for his, her soft, fuzz-covered pubic mound grinding ever upward as though she could never get enough of the thickly imbedded member inside her. Ecstasy overwhelmed her, and her flesh felt vibrant and alive, she was a woman at last... a real woman! Her body felt in tune with her father's harshly ramming tenseness, and her head rolled from side to side in bliss, her silken hair messed and disheveled clung to her face, dripping wet from perspiration. The softly petaled flanged of her no-longer-virgin cunt tingled with the wonderful awakening of her first male fucking and her entire being knew its first total orgasm.
It sprang from deep within her, like a flower bursting open to the sun, then exploded with the force of an atomic explosion, mushrooming and spiraling until it reached an unprecedented peak of voluptuous bliss.
The thrills came hard and heavy one right on top of the other and Bonnie felt like she was sliding over a waterfall, letting herself go alternately limp and alternately tense with the circling force that raged inside her.
Stan, at the sound of the familiar young voice, opened his eyes wide and saw his own daughter straining in mighty orgasm beneath him, felt her pink moist rubbery depths sucking like a hungering child's mouth at his cock, her breasts sliding beneath his flexing fingers, his own sweet delicious daughter, and he, her own father, was fucking her senseless!
"BONNIE... BONNIE... " HE YELLED OUT... "OH, NO! NONON- ONONO! NOT YOU, NOT YOU!" With terror, he called out her name, seeing that she was beyond hearing, her eyes rolling well up into their sockets, her lips parted to let a thin stream of saliva slip out. And he too, was cumming and it was too late to do anything about anything. It had already happened. It was already a thing of the past, even though they were both still in the midst of it.
"YYYYES, DADDY!" she gurgled, "OH, DADDY... yes!"
And Stan heard himself groaning, "Oh, yes, Bonnie baby, fuck back... yes, honey, fuck back, FUCK BACK and drink my cum with your hot little pussy!"
CHAPTER SIX
Stan stumbled blindly out of the house. In his bed, his 12-year-old daughter slept on. He had not wanted to awaken her. What on earth could he ever say to her. How it had happened, he would never know... he only knew that it had happened! He blamed himself fully, recalling the sublime pleasure he had felt with his own little girl. How he had gasped and quivered while he fucked her, how he had reveled in her pure virgin flesh, yes, reveled in it, wallowed in it, even after he had known it was she!
Even as he turned the key in the ignition of the Chevy, he remembered his fingers slipping down to her tiny puckered anus, and how she had trembled, her entire body coming to life again after his potent orgasm. Way deep inside her he had felt the pool of wetness formed by his sperm, as it seeped back from her farthest depths, sliding down his cock and seeping down between her buttocks. And he had plunged his cock into her again, and they had done the same thing all over... it had just been too good not to... too damned good, and Stan had known that Bonnie had felt exactly the same way... She had begged and pleaded with him never to stop and they had gone on and on until daylight when they'd both collapsed when the broad rays of sunshine were streaming in the window.
His awakening had been terrible, because before he had fully come to, he had known the most godawful feeling he'd ever known in his life, and upon opening his eyes, had hoped against all hope that he had only dreamed or imagined what had happened. But when he saw her sleeping peacefully there beside him, her body still with a flush of love upon it, her face angelic, but definitely more womanly, more beautiful than ever before. And she looked just like her mother!
He drove almost blindly, knowing that he had to get some kind of help, some kind of advice, from someone. But he didn't know who that might be!
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Jane was just getting up. She rose languidly and began to comb her hair first thing. It was her best feature, and she intended to take good care of it. Next she took a long hot bath, after which she rubbed her firm, full-blown breasts with a special cream, designed to keep them as firm and voluptuous as they were. Her fingers lingered over the smooth milk- white flesh as the soothing ointment seeped into her thirsty flesh. She had no plans for the day at all, and was just about to figure out what she would do when there was a knock at the door.
Her apartment was small, but entirely adequate for her needs since the divorce, and she had furnished it with low comfortable furniture, strewing the floors with animal skins of different sizes and colors. There was also a room which she was preparing for her daughter Bonnie, for the time which she hoped would come when the girl would be allowed to visit her. Meanwhile, her life progressed at an even pace, and Jane was never lonely. She just wasn't the type. Men fell over themselves to help her out of any jam she might be in, and women found in her a good friend. Everyone knew that she was a bit eccentric, and that she had some very strong ideas about such things as sex and free love, but the word promiscuous could hardly be applied to Jane... with her everything was natural, and what wasn't, she made seem natural.
She didn't bother to cover her splendidly naked body as she went to the door, because she was pretty sure that whoever it was would be an old friend who would certainly not be offended by the sight of her luscious upcurved breasts and the rest of her satiny magnificence.
When she saw it was Stan, however, she jumped back in surprise, not so much that it was he, but because of the way he looked.
"Stan," she cried out, "you look like a mad man! What on earth is wrong?" Her first thought was that something had happened to Bonnie. What else would cause her former husband to look like this.
Stan stumbled into the living room of the apartment and Jane closed the door behind him. She turned to face him.
"Stan... is Bonnie alright? Nothing's happened to Bonnie?"
Stan flopped down onto a couch and held onto his head.
"Bonnie... " he stammered, "Oh, Jane, I don't know how to tell you this... "
"For God sakes, Stan... WHAT IS IT?" Jane screamed.
"She's, she's had an experience... Bonnie's... had... "
Jane sat down on the floor across from Stan... relieved that at least Bonnie was still alive, and becoming more and more annoyed with her ex-husband's reticence.
"Do you mean a sexual experience?" Jane asked quickly. "Is that what you mean?"
"Yes... " Stan moaned.
"Well, is she injured... where is she... I'll get some clothes on . .
Jane sighed and muttered to herself. Then she looked at Stan once more. "Well, most of the kids are finding out things a lot earlier these days... I don't guess she's all that young... after all, she is almost thirteen... I remember how I felt at that age... I was really ready for anything... the trouble was, no one else was. Listen Stan... I'll come over and talk to her, see if I can help her... "
Jane hardly noticed the look that Stan was giving her. She was lost in her own thoughts about how to cope with what she assumed had been an ordinary sexual experience between her daughter and some young boy. But her ex-husband was staring at her with an odd expression on his face. Her words were infuriating him. The idea that she could take such a thing so calmly... the very idea that she was sitting there in front of him without any clothes on... that she had indeed so come to the door that way! Something snapped inside him, and the strain he was already under served to collapse whatever remaining strength was in him.
He lunged forward angrily, throwing his entire weight on Jane, sending her sprawling onto the floor.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" he screamed. "YOU CUNT! YOU BITCH! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT ANYWAY... IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU HEAR ME!"
Jane struggled against him, trying desperately to push him off of her. Fear contorted her beautiful features as she realized that he really wasn't himself. Nothing she said seemed to have any effect on him at all!
Stan's hands roved roughly over the smooth surface of his ex-wife's glistening nude body. He rolled her about, on the zebra skin rug beneath them, beginning to grasp at portions of her flesh, pinching her and twisting whatever portion of her body happened to find itself beneath his frenzied hands. The more he touched her, the more excited he became. His anger was beginning to channel itself into another kind of fury and the beautiful woman's body, that same body that he had loved for so long, now tortured him and was detestable to him, simply because it was there!
Her cries didn't stop him in the least. Actually he heard nothing! He was lost in his own world and his torment was visible on his unshaven stubbly features.
He turned her over onto his knees, and stared for a long moment at the shining surface, the pink cushiony surface of her buttocks. Then he began to spank. Slap! Slap! Slap! His hand came down again and again against the soft giving nether cheeks, and Jane's efforts to escape were in vain. Fuming, Stan continued the erotic beating, feeling his penis stir and leap to complete hardness within his pants. Precipitously, Stan unzipped his fly. The zipper caught and then came down all the way, with a lewd sound that did not escape Jane's ears. Stan's big cock popped obscenely out, and he began to rant at her again, momentarily releasing her buttocks to shake his cock at her.
"YOU SEE THIS COCK... WELL, HONEY, YOU'RE GONNA FEEL IT TOO!" he intoned, waving his thickly blood-swollen member like a stick in front of him.
It occurred to Jane that this ludicrous sight had all the potential for being funny, but she didn't feel like laughing. It was all too real, and Stan had really flipped out. He had turned into a raving maniac who might do anything to her and she was becoming more and more terrified. She tried to scramble away while he stood there gesticulating with his exposed genitals, but he took two quick steps and caught her, grabbing her from behind by the hips and pulling her down to the floor again.
"You always wanted me to do this to you... well, I'm gonna do it to you now!" he growled.
Jane's mind reeled, trying to figure out what he was talking about, and as he forced her down on her knees and made her arch her buttocks up toward him, she recalled dimly having once suggested they make love that way, and that it had precipitated an enormous argument during which he had accused her of being perverted. Her firm rounded buttock cheeks trembled beneath his groping hands, and frightened, his ex-wife started crawling away from him. But each time she would try to get away, he would pull her back, and he seemed to grow more and more infuriated by her escape attempts, so that finally, Jane decided it would be best to give in to him. Perhaps it would all be over quickly, and she might be able to reason with him afterward!
She was shocked by the hot feel of his prick in full erection, pressing with its bloated head against the now widespread split between her buttocks. She jerked forward a little, and he pressed his penis further in, laughing loudly.
"WHATSAMATTER, JANIE... DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE A VIRGIN BACK THERE, YOU'RE GONNA GIVE OLD STAN A GOOD SCREW IN THAT ASS YOU'RE ALWAYS WAGGING AT EVERYONE!"
Jane gulped back her tears, his words hurting her even more than the never- ceasing kneading of his fingers on her flesh.
"Oh, Stan, don't do this!" she cried... "It's wrong, don't do it!"
"Well, Stan has done a lot worse than this!" he replied pushing forward with his big cock, insinuating it into the tiny puckered, roselike opening of his former wife's rectum "ASK BONNIE... ASK YOUR DAUGHTER!" he screamed, pushing again, so that his thick cock spread the back tissues of Jane's behind out wide.
"AAAAAAAAAAH! " Jane cried out. What was he talking about, what had he done to their daughter?
His hands slipped underneath her, gripping the hanging orbs of her breasts gruffly, pulling at the nipples and pinching them hard.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO BONNIE?" she cried out, moaning from the pain that was now searing up through her rectum and racing around the harshly treated areolas of her breasts.
Stan was silent behind her for the first time, and by his silence, Jane suddenly knew, with a mother's certainty just what he had done. She felt a wave of horror spread through her at the thought, and a wave of guilt... How could she have ever allowed her little girl to remain with such a maniac? But these thoughts were still obliterated by a slamming shaft of pain that filled the fullness of her quivering buttocks and shot through her bowels with piercing persistence.
"AAAAAAAAARGH! NONONON- ONO!" she cried. Jane had made love this way before, but she realized instantly that there was a big difference between making love and the brutal attack that was being perpetrated upon her now!
She felt so helpless, and now that the added shock of knowing that Stan and Bonnie had... Her mind couldn't even complete the thought. "AAAAAAAAH! " she cried out again. His sliding penis wormed deeper into the soft rubbery channel of her ovally stretching anus, spreading it excruciatingly, plundering it mercilessly.
"YESS, YESS, YESS!" he answered, lifting her hips up and suddenly pulling her backside up into him. The rubbery sphincter of Jane's rectum gave another few centimeters, beneath the budding of his lust-filled cock.
"AAAAAAAAARGH!" Stan pinned her trembling buttocks to his loins, his penis stabbing as far into her now as it would go. Then he maneuvered her around, so that his cock was rotating deep and mercilessly around within the tight dark confines of her helpless back passage.
"OH, PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE STOP!" she was crying now, tears falling down onto the rug beneath her. She tried to support the rest of her body with her hands and arms, but Stan was always pulling her entire lower half up and back toward him, with the result that she often fell upon the rug, her breasts pushing into the soft zebra fur, her long auburn hair spilling over the black and white striped pattern.
His fingers moved under her heaving belly, they moved rapidly, as though he were a pianist playing some kind of weird concerto on her stomach, and then they were slipping between the lushly silken fur of her pussy, spreading the hair-lined lips, feeling the moist interior, his middle finger rubbing over the helplessly pulsating clitoris, teasing, teasing until it sprang to life, aroused in spite of Jane's pain. She felt completely humiliated. Her entire backside felt more naked and open than ever in her life, as though someone had shoved a hairbrush handle up into her! And now that his fingers were working lewdly at her secret genitals, the whole thing took on an even more horrible aspect. Supposing, she should feel pleasure with him? That would he worse than anything! All the years she had stuck with his crazy moods and strange reactions came back to her now... all the years she had loved him and wanted him, and taken care of him. This seemed a fitting repayment, she thought bitterly, for all she had tried to do! What use trying to understand someone whose mind had been warped since he was a child? She had tried to release him from his early fears and traumas... and what was the result? Well, here she was, being royally screwed from behind in the most humiliating way possible... exactly the way she felt about the ruins of their marriage. And Bonnie... hadn't she gotten the worst of it... she didn't care so much about herself... but Bonnie... that was a different matter!
"YOU MANIAC! YOU'RE INSANE! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU... DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU LOW-DOWN DAUGHTER-RAPER!!"
Totally oblivious to his ex-wife's words, Stan leaned back so he could watch his tingling cock fucking in and out between his ex-wife's wide stretched buttocks. The sight was affording him immeasurable pleasure, a pleasure that he could feel in every portion of his body and mind. He seemed to feel free of all restraining bonds. HADN'T HE ALREADY DONE THE VERY WORST THING IN THE WORLD THAT HE COULD POSSIBLY DO? FROM NOW ON IN IT WAS ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL. HE MIGHT AS WELL ENJOY IT! AND HE WAS!
The tight, hairless little mouth of Jane's anus clung beautifully to the thickly veined surface of his withdrawing penis, he thought, as he carefully watched the entire procedure. Like an enormous battering ram his bloated prick surged, red and swollen into the abused and clenching rectal lips, with greater ease, it would slip back out, only to slam back in with a greater fury than before.
IT WAS WONDERFUL! Mercilessly, he sawed back and forth into his ex-wife's tight, vainly resisting back passage.
Jane's face was skidding against the fur of the rug now, her breasts were now just one big ache, as they crushed more and more into it. Her clitoris was being tormented beyond belief, and she was gritting her teeth, her eyes tightly shut, trying not to feel anything. But the complete lewdness of the act and her very helplessness to stop it were just too much for her. The searing pain in her backside was not strong enough to overcome the obscene pleasure that was growing second by second in her besieged loins, and suddenly everything that was happening appeared to her in a different light. Even the lewd slapping sounds of her ex-husband's thighs against her upturned buttocks, the lewd popping noise of his cock when it entered and slipped out of her futilely clenching anus, the feel of the fabric of his pants on her naked flesh, the sharp sting of the opened zipper when occasionally it would strike against her open pussy below. All of this became in some way the epitome of sensuality!
She didn't know why, and she didn't really have any time, or the inclination to figure it out, but in a few instants, she was broken down, wildly aroused by everything that was happening. The submissive pose that she was forced into, by the man who would never, never in his life have dreamed of doing such a thing before... the man she had loved so much! Didn't she still love him... in spite of everything? You just didn't cut out 12 years of your life like it was nothing... something had to remain of what once was!
"Ooooooooh OOOOOOOOOOOOH! " she gasped, overcome by her scrambled thoughts and emotions. It was Stan who was fucking her like this, taking her so masterfully... really at long last taking her like she was some slut off the streets that he had paid to vent his obscene perversions on!
"OOOOOOOO... AAAAAAAH, OH, GOD, STAN!" she cried out. Her excitement was growing moment by moment. Sensuous thrills expanded within her abused back tunnel, and in the seeping pit of her amber pussy, her clitoris began to jerk in climax! The orgasm spread backward, from Stan's plying, slipping fingers, to the raw nerve endings of her rectum... her nipples sprang to a wild erection and she was cumming there too, her big breasts wallowing in the zebra fur rug.
"OH, STANNNNNNNNNNNN, DO IT TO ME, DO IT DO IT TOOOOOOOO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" she wailed, arms flailing, backside jiggling as the climax took complete control of her.
Behind her, Stand had lost much of his anger, what remained was his passion for Jane, his all-consuming lust for her... a lust that was now being so wondrously appeased, so beautifully culminated. He pounded furiously, exhilarated by what was happening. He was controlling Janie, really controlling her for what he felt to be the first time. She felt somehow more his now than she had ever been in the entire twelve years of their marriage. His balls smacked up against her exposed and rapidly melting pussy, their sperm ready to shoot out. His pace quickened and he began to call out to her.
"OH, JANIE HONEY... OH, JANIE BABY... OH, I LOVE YOU BABY, I LOVE YOU!" Both hands cupped into her tormented cunt. She was cumming again, right beneath his hands, and he could feel the wonderful silky walls of her tender pussy seeping out their spasmodic climax right in his fingers!
"OH, JESUS, JANIE... JESUS!"
The thick head of his cock pressed upward into his ex-wife's now excitedly contracting rectum, and both their bodies shivered and trembled together. Jane arched her back and screwed back up at him, her hands reaching round and grabbing onto his hanging balls as wave after wave of hot thick semen gushed out of his cock deep into her intestines, climbing higher and higher, and they both screamed together as though neither had ever cum before, only to collapse long moments later in a naked pool of mutual sweat and tears.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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October 6
"Dear Diary... What a wonderful, wonderful night! I'm a little bit sore between my legs, but otherwise I feel so wonderful! I don't know where Daddy has gone, but I hope he'll be back soon. Now I know that he loves me, every bit as much as he loves Momma, and maybe now we can both go and get Momma back! A few minutes ago cousin David called me and told me he wanted to see me... then he told me the most wonderful thing! He gave me Momma's address... said he had found out from Uncle Fred where she was living now. I think I'll go to see her today, since Daddy is away anyway... Am looking- forward so much to seeing her again! Especially now that I know so much more than I used to! Oh, yes, told David I would see him some time next week... maybe! He didn't seem too pleased that I put him off! Hah! Too bad!"
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Stan and Jane left the apartment together. They had spent the whole morning in bed after their initial encounter on the floor of Jane's apartment. Together they had agreed that that was just the way they should be from then on, and then they had decided to go make sure that Bonnie was alright, and to tell her the good news.
A few moments after they left, Bonnie arrived at her mother's apartment, radiant and beaming with her new womanly happiness, thrilled at the prospect of seeing her mother again.
When no one answered, she tried the door, and seeing that her mother wasn't home, she decided to enter and wait. She was sitting on the floor listening to the latest Dylan album from her mother's ample collection when she heard a knock at the door. Cautiously, she went to open it.
"Hi, honey... who are you?" The man was a stranger, a little younger than her father, she surmised, but much older than her cousin David... probably one of her mother's boyfriends.
"Uh... I'm a friend of Jane's," she lied, "she's not here right now... "
"Oh, well, I'm Phil... mind if I come in and wait... I think Jane's expecting me." Bonnie nervously admitted the man, and they both sat down to listen to the music.
"You know you look a lot like Jane... you related?" he asked, taking in the petite young figure in front of him. Slowly, he began to remove several very small tightly rolled cigarettes from his pocket, never taking his eyes off of Bonnie, who sat cross-legged before him.
"Cousins... " Bonnie replied, hoping that her mother would soon return, so that she would no longer have to pursue this conversation that for some reason was beginning to make her nervous.
"Smoke?" the man asked, lighting up the cigarette.
"No thanks, I don't smoke," Bonnie replied, changing the record.
Phil took in the appetizing sight of her trim little buttocks as she moved away from him, encased in a tight miniskirt that left little to his imagination. When she turned around he let his eyes fall upon the soft mound of her breasts, and from there he took in her exquisitely proportioned features.
"You're beautiful," he said, inhaling deeply upon the cigarette. "Sure you don't want a drag? This is very special shit... "
Bonnie sat back down, and sniffing the sweet acrid smoke from the cigarette, understood immediately that it was no ordinary cigarette.
"Oh, it's grass... " she said, trying to sound as knowing as possible.
"The best...!" Phil replied cheerily. "Here... " He leaned forward and stuck the end of his half-smoked joint between Bonnie's slightly parted lips. She took it and nervously inhaled a little of the smoke. Keeping an eye on her mother's boyfriend, who was no longer looking at her but seemed lost in his own world, she imitated what she saw him do, and took a deep lungful, holding a large puff of smoke down for several seconds before exhaling. She had always been curious about just what this grass was, and now was as good a time as any to find out, she figured, having already found out the most pressing questions she'd had. In fact, the longer she held the smoke down, the better she seemed to be feeling. Her nervousness in the presence of her mother's boyfriend seemed to dissolve to nothing, and in fact she began to find him most interesting. He was her mother's friend, after all, wasn't he? Phil left her the remains of the tightly jammed marijuana cigarette and started in on another new one for himself. He was trying to figure out whether this little chick who looked so much like Jane had the same feelings about certain things that Jane had. He decided that she probably did... she was her cousin wasn't she... ? That was good enough for him!
"Hey, baby... what say we get comfortable?" he asked.
"What?" Bonnie had no idea what he was talking about. She felt very comfortable just as she was. But soon, she was surprised to see that the young man was removing all his clothes. Then she somehow wasn't very surprised at all, in her sudden pot-induced haze, it seemed a perfectly natural thing to do. She took another deep drag on the joint, and decided that she would take hers off too. She started rolling down her stockings, languidly lying on her back and peeling them off of her lifted legs, one by one. Then, smiling, as though she had accomplished some great feat, she looked at Phil to see how he was getting along. He was taking off his shorts, and she saw that he had a very thick cock. Not as long or as big as her Daddy's, but it seemed really nicely thick! She couldn't help wondering how it would feel inside her, and then it occurred to her that there was really no reason why she shouldn't find out!
Phil was staring at the small naked slit of Bonnie's pussy, revealed to him in all its glory as she stood and pulled down her panties, lifting her skirt high enough for him to see all.
"Baby... you sure are a lot like Jane!" he whistled, his cock springing up suddenly. She was really exciting, he thought, just showing him her hot little cunt nice and free and easy like that, with no unnecessary chatter... no problems... everything was gonna be swell, and maybe Jane would come home soon, too, and they could have a threesome! He moved toward the miniscule girl before him, his hands aiming for the soft, fuzz-covered spot between her young thighs.
She stood beaming before him, the transfixing marijuana having invaded her system to the point where she could see how beautiful the present moment was... and whatever happened in that beautiful moment was just fine.
Her mother's boyfriend's hand on her tight young cunt, felt warm and perfect, as though it had always been there. Her desire sprang full-blown, as though it too had always been there. Then Phil dropped to his knees in front of her, and grabbing hold of her buttocks, he thrust his face deep into her warm, waiting, 12-year-old pussy.
"OOOOOOooooh! " Bonnie cooed, feeling the hot wet contact of the man's mouth against the sensitive flesh of her naked cunt. She felt like a goddess, and it seemed that Phil was doing her homage, actually praying to her in this manner. Each lunge of his tongue sent fires of lust swirling through her waiting body. She completely forgot who she was, who was treating her like a woman, and she was responding to him in the same way.
"Oh, God, you taste good... young and fresh... " Phil muttered into her now widely spread cuntal mound. "I love sucking you! " Softly, he pulled her down to the floor and spreading her legs wide with the palms of his hands, continued his intimate sucking there. Soft slurping sounds filled the room, and Bonnie was reminded of the time her mother had received the same wonderful tongue-fucking from Uncle Fred by the swimming pool. Now she really knew what it was her mother had been feeling. How wonderful!
Then Phil was moving, twisting his body around, while never allowing his mouth to lose contact with her vaginal slit. Opening her eyes, Bonnie could see looming over her, two large hairy testicles, and a hard pulsing penis. She couldn't help being a bit surprised, but before she could react, the thick, excitedly throbbing cock was touching her face, prodding at her cheeks, her nose, her mouth. She understood that he wanted her to take it in her mouth, and parted her rose petal lips to accept the smooth rubbery head into the soft warm cavern of her mouth. It was hard to get it in at first, but by rearranging herself slightly she was able to manage it. And then it was all very easy. Her mother's boyfriend resumed the hard heavy sucking at her loins and she began to writhe beneath his flickering caresses like a woman possessed. His hands were holding tightly onto her parted thighs, as his lips greedily nibbled at her inner flesh.
Bonnie lay back in ecstasy, letting the hardened male cock that hung over her shove rigidly into her widely stretched young mouth. Reaching up she held its circumference tightly between her two palms, feeling it enter and leave her lips in a slow magical rhythm that made her feel as though she were a very special receptacle, created solely for this mutual oral stimulation. She gulped back the tiny droplets of pre-cum that moistened the tip of the big cock, and kept from choking, by holding her throat a little closed at the back, and letting her tongue slip wildly over the shining surface of the man's excitedly quivering prick.
She was having such a good time! What a wonderful strange new position!
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David arrived at Jane's door completely out of breath. He had run up the four flights to get there and now he was hoping that he hadn't missed Bonnie. He was sure that he would find her here, and hoped that he would be able to be alone with her after she had visited with her mother. He had been able to think of nothing else but her soft young virginal pussy since that torturous morning she had spent with him! He hadn't been able to believe it when she'd just gotten up, gotten dressed and walked out the door, leaving him with a raging, blockbuster of a hard- on ! And then that kiss she'd given him in the park... well, that had been about the last straw... He'd practically cum right then and there while she rubbed her hot little belly up against his erection!
He knocked on the door three times without getting any answer, and then he knocked a fourth, sure that he could hear music coming from in there. Then he tried the door. It was already late afternoon, and the apartment was almost completely dark. He peered in, though, after all, he thought, I'm a relative... why not... he knew that Jane certainly wouldn't mind, she didn't believe in locking doors anyway!
He was halfway into the living room when he saw them. Actually, he heard them first. Bonnie's soft sighs were coming from the far end of the room, mingled with the definite sounds of male gratification.
"Suck it baby!" he heard. "Oh, suck that stick! " David remained rooted to the floor, gradually letting his eyes grow accustomed to the dim lighting. His heart was thudding, because he knew, even before he saw them that it was Bonnie... Bonnie and someone else!
His mind started working fast, jealously consuming him. He knew that she was a virgin... or at least had been only a few short days ago... Sunday to be exact... and today was only Tuesday! What had she been doing since then? He was angry that he might have lost the golden opportunity that she had brought to his bed that morning... What had he done wrong that had made her leave... that had made her go to someone else to get what she wanted!
Before his very eyes, he now saw her slight little body slithering with expertise beneath the strange guy on top of her. His cock was stuck well into her mouth, and she seemed to be loving it. Her little legs were moving in and out and the guy's tongue was eating her up! He could even see now, the entire open aperture of her pussy whenever the guy came up for a breath of air or to mutter some obscene encouragement to his 12-year-old companion.
David wasn't worried about them seeing him, clearly they had thoughts only for each other's tongues. And where the hell was Jane anyway, he wondered, sniffing the air, and recognizing the agreeable odor of marijuana. He could have sworn that Bonnie didn't even know what it was on Sunday... on the other hand, he thought, maybe she did... she was a very surprising little girl. While he watched, fascinated, the lewdly coupled pair turned over right there on the rug in front of him. To his utter dismay they both moaned and groaned and continued the strenuous sucking only now, Bonnie was suspended over Phil, her bewitching, smoothly rounded little buttocks sticking out as she arched her back, letting her twitching clitoris hanging loosely into her lover's mouth.
David had a good view of the moist warm opening of her vagina as it spread apart, a shiny, coral fissure snuggled between her legs, at the end of the deep channel made by her trembling white buttocks. He knew what he was going to do, even before he did it. There were only so many possibilities about the consequences of what he was about to do, and he figured he had little to lose by going ahead.
He released his rigid cock from his pants, fondling it a moment in his hands before acting as though to ascertain just how necessary his action was. Then clasping it in his hands, he advanced upon the oblivious couple. Positioning himself behind them, he kneeled slightly, and aimed directly for the shining little pussy that contracted so wantonly before his eyes. Then he pushed.
"AAAAAAAAAH! " Bonnie cried out, enchanted by this forceful entry into her highly aroused vagina... Could this be Phil, she wondered... and if so, how? Didn't she have his thick penis right there between her lips?
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Phil mouthed up into Bonnie's moist vaginal slit. Looking upward he could see two balls suspended directly above his forehead, and striking rapidly in and out of Bonnie's vaginal hole, a long thin cock. For a few seconds he paused, puzzled as to who the intruding genitals might belong to... but Bonnie still had hold of his cock, and he had been just on the verge of exploding his sperm into her mouth, and now her hot tongue slipped around the tip of his cock, deliciously reminding him of this fact, and he couldn't help moaning with delight, and deciding, What the hell... whoever it is, he isn't interfering with my fun!
In fact David seemed to definitely be adding to Phil's pleasure, because Bonnie became a whimpering mass of passion, raising and lowering her breasts down into Phil's stomach, panting and sucking his cock into the heated velvety tunnel of her mouth, letting it slide so far back that he thought he must be halfway down her throat.
"OOhhNNNmmGH! NNGH! NNGH! Bonnie grunted and arched her widely flaring pussy backwards to meet her cousin David's madly plunging cock, letting it strike wondrously against the spongy surface of her cervix, high inside her tight, hungrily milking pussy. The swollen, pulsating head filled her cuntal cavity, and excited with its own wet sucking sounds, adding to the loud slurping sound made by Phil's renewed attack upon the inner nakedness of the hair-lined little slit below.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH, BONNIE... Sweet little Bonnie!" David cried out, as he felt her cunt clasping hungrily at his cock. It was a smooth resistance that made him grunt loudly, and he could hardly control himself. His aching prick soared up into her, and his belly slapped against her small creamy buttocks.
"OH, GOD BONNIE... YOUR CUNT, YOUR HOT LITTLE CUNT!" he shrieked! Instantly, he hammered into her from behind, while Phil beneath her straining pussy tugged voraciously upon her gemlike clitoris. The moist clasping hole of her pussy flowered out to accept it all, and Bonnie began to make strange gurgling noises all around Phil's cock.
"OH, GOD!" she was thinking... "THIS IS THE MOST WONDERFUL THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME YET... WHAT NEXT?"
And then she began to swallow hard, because Phil's hot male semen was jetting into her throat, and this lewdly wet happening made her clitoris give one last jerk between Phil's nibbling lips, her vagina quivered one last time around her cousin's pistoning cock, and then she was there!
"UNNNAAGH! MMMMMMMPH!" As her orgasm spread, she felt the thudding of David's cock jackhammer into her, furiously and then his semen burst high inside her jerking, convulsing belly. "WHAT A HOT LITTLE BITCH YOU ARE!" David sighed, before collapsing heavily upon his young cousin, crushing the other two exhausted bodies beneath him in a lewd tangle of arms, legs and satiated genitals.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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October 7, Wednesday Early morning
"Dear Dairy... When I got home last night, you can't imagine how happy I was to find out that mother was home! She and Daddy had been waiting here for me all afternoon! I decided not to tell them where I was, since they seemed so upset already, and I don't want to do anything that would make mother go away again. She and Daddy look so wonderful together... and she is even more beautiful than before! Can't get over what Cousin David and Phil said about me... Phil said I had a "juicy little cunt" just like Jane's... he still doesn't know that Jane is my mother... what a joke! Mother and Daddy sat me down to have a long talk... can you believe that mother actually wants me to forget what happened between Daddy and me?? She said, "Well, darling, I know you can't forget it, but I want you to kind of store it away for the time being and later when you're much older you'll be able to look back on it and properly evaluate it!" Can Mother be turning into a square like Daddy used to be? Properly evaluate indeed... I remember those were just the kind of words Daddy used to use that made Mommy so mad at him. I told her though, that I would do anything she said, but all the while I wanted to tell her how happy I am to know everything (well almost) that she knows, to have felt deep in my pussy the same men's cocks she had! Even while I was talking to her, I kept shifting in my seat because Daddy was so close, and I wanted him to do to me what he did the other night so badly, it hurt! I must make new plans! But meanwhile the first plan worked didn't it?! Mother's home!
They went out last night and I tried to stay up until they got home but I couldn't... damn! But at least I can go and see them sleeping in the same bed this morning... maybe something interesting will happen, who knows!"
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Stan rolled over in his sleep and touched the voluptuous body beside him. It was a familiar touch, a familiar body... his wife's! It felt so good... just to know that she was there beside him. He resolved once more to never let her out of his life again... no matter what it might entail. It was clear that he would just go completely to pieces without her... he needed her much too much... loved her too desperately.
All these things crowded in on his half-sleep half-wake state, and he felt a wonderful inner peace, unlike anything he'd ever known before. The blinds were drawn in the bedroom, but sun spots were already streaking through the slats, and he" knew that it was a beautiful day. He had decided to take a week's vacation from work, in order to fully welcome Jane home and to reestablish a family life. She had been so good with Bonnie, and the relief that he'd felt when Bonnie had said those very important words... had been overwhelming.
"I understand, Mommy," she said, "I know Daddy hasn't been himself since you've been gone... but now that you're back, everything will be just fine won't it... We can be a real family again!"
He had felt on the verge of tears, and Jane had smiled beautifully at him absolving him of all guilt where their daughter was concerned. Obviously the girl was from strong stock... a girl to be proud of. He had blocked from his mind the images of his sweet young daughter's shattered virginity, her excited young cunt impaled on his rampant cock, erased how it had felt from his memory, replacing it with images of his wife. And now, his hand stroked her thigh lovingly, tenderly, rubbing the soft pliant skin slowly back and forth with a touch destined to awaken her slowly, to make them both aware of each other at the same time, wanting each other at the same moment.
Jane was dreaming, and in the dream a small puppy was licking her leg, moving slowly, slowly along, toward her inner thighs. She was trying to stop it, but she couldn't seem to move her arms. The more the puppy's tongue moved along her thigh, the more excited she became, and yet she knew that she didn't want him to continue, didn't want to be excited by a foolish little puppy... what she wanted was a man... a man's tongue, a man's hand... but still the puppy licked on. It was absolute torment, and she struggled to get away, but some invisible binding kept her from being able to move. She lay there on her back, legs slightly spread apart, feeling the obscene animal caress upon her thigh. How delicious it was! she was thinking in the dream... how really very wonderful!
Stan continued the stroking of his wife's thigh, and then noticing that her breathing was becoming more and more uneven, he roused himself a little bit more from his pleasantly sleepy state, and moved in closer to her. Leaning over, he pressed his cheek against the warmth of her body, her naked breasts rose and fell against his face. The huge rounded melons trembled ever so slightly with each breath she took. God she wonderful! His lips automatically sought one big tit, and sucked in, taking the big nipple deep inside his mouth with a soft plopping sound. It instantly rose to attention in the dark cavern between his teeth and tongue. He could feel his cock growing stiff, jutting out, striking against the side of the very thigh he continued to stroke. Jane was back! Oh, God, he thought, she was back and lying there light beside him! He kept his eyes closed and sucked blissfully upon her breast, feeling like a small child, a very little boy, snuggling beside his gigantic mother, an all forgiving, totally loving mother, for whom he could do no wrong. The firm, yet pliant rubbery nipple in his mouth soothing away all fears he could possibly have... and this was a mother he could fuck! And he fully intended to... to fuck her for hours, for days if necessary... for years... to never stop fucking her! His heavy prick quivered and continued to swell in mute agreement with Stan's sleepy thoughts.
Jane could feel the wonderful sensation of her breast being sucked. It was a child doing it, a wonderful little boy, sucking at his mother's breast... Perhaps yet, she might have a little boy, something said to her in the dream and the little boy would suck sweet milk from her breast, just like this one... or was this already her little boy? She stirred slightly, letting one hand fall upon her husbands head, caressing it, running her fingers through his dark hair. Desire stirred within her lions, and she moved her hips a little bit, remembering just where she was... home again... home with Stan! The excitement she had felt with him the day before returned to her with all its intensity, and she felt an undeniable longing to be possessed by him again. Everything went soft inside her, and she could feel her body preparing to be dominated, to be thoroughly loved.
"Oh, Stan... " she muttered, "Stan... I want you so bad! "
"Baby!" Stan groaned, his blunt-tipped cock rubbing against Jane's long sensuous thigh.
Bonnie watched patiently at the door, holding her breath a little as she finally saw her parents begin to stir. This was something she had looked forward to for a long time... to actually see them at it! Her entire little body trembled with anticipation and joy, as she heard the unmistakable sounds of sighs and the beginnings of little movements beneath the covers.
She was very annoyed when she heard the doorbell's soft ring behind her, and ran to answer it, hoping that her parents would not have heard it. She admitted her cousin David, so cursing him for arriving at such an inopportune moment.
"I'm busy now David... Mommie's back and I've got to go and watch... you know... kind of make sure everything's still O.K... it was me got them back together you know!"
David looked at the breathless little 12 year old in front of him... totally enamored of her strange thinking, but more so of her totally uninhibited young body. He felt oddly like some stray dog, sniffing about a classy little poodle who was in heat... but he couldn't help it. He had awakened that morning knowing that he would come to her house and try to see her again... and here he was.
He could see the distinct outline of her body beneath her translucent nightgown and could tell how excited she was by the tautness of her little nipples. Everything about her breathed impatience and longing.
"I won't bother you... " he declared. "I won't stay long... I just wanted to invite you to... "
"OH, DAVID!" she replied, thoroughly loosing patience with this young cousin of whom she had made such a total conquest. "CANT YOU UNDERSTAND... THERE'S PROBABLY LOTS I'VE ALREADY MISSED! NOW IF YOU WANT TO WATCH TOO... COME ON, BUT JUST DON'T KEEP ME STANDING HERE TALKING ABOUT NOTHING!" With this, she turned on her heels and David watched the little 12 year old buttocks swaying down the hall and out of sight. Hesitantly, he closed the door behind him and followed, feeling depressed that he didn't seem to have any choice in the matter at all. How could it be that he had so thoroughly fucked that same little girl only the day before, and it had made so little impression on her, had altered nothing in their relationship; he cursed himself for not having been the first... that was no doubt where her heart lay, with the first man who had stuffed her little pussy with cock... But who had that been? he wondered as he moved slowly down the hall, and saw Bonnie standing at the slightly open door, peering intently in.
Stan could feel Jane squirming beside him, he sensed her warmth and her compliance beside him, smelled the marvelous scent of her body. His fingers moved up and sideways upon that smooth expanse of thigh toward the split of her waiting pussy. The tendrils of soft curling pubic hair caught at his middle finger and he plunged deep into the soft cleft, groaning as his flesh encountered the sensuous wetness of the small opening. He sucked in his breath as his wife's body executed a small jump, and his teeth clung to her breast, biting softly into the bud of it. She seemed the total embodiment of all womankind, as she began to respond to his love-making.
Her hands in his hair twisted and turned, and he went for her clitoris... it was a big one, and it was already swollen with lust as he started flicking at it, testing it, rubbing it.
Jane felt the familiar start of the rising tide of lust in her belly. She was waiting, waiting to be ravished and what was best was that this time it was her very own husband who would do it!
"Oh, do it to me... " she thought. "Do it!" She tensed her muscles more and spread her legs a little wider.
Stan couldn't take any more. He was wide awake now, and ready. Abruptly, he ceased his manipulations and rose up beside Jane. Looking down at the magnificent sight of her, his entire body yearned to possess her. His cock seemed to want to ram into her so far that it would come out of her mouth. He felt every inch in control of himself. He now knew just what this woman he had married wanted, and he intended to give it to her, and hard!
His blood-filled cock slipped upward between his wife's thighs. Jane's breath caught as the thick head fit snugly at the entrance of her vagina. Her arms reached upward and caught him around the neck, pulling his lips down toward hers, and mingling her tongue with his as he pulled the lower half of his body back a little, only to lunge into her with full force, smashing heavily into her aching cunt. His ramrodding cock pushed back the gently clinging hairs of her cuntal mound, separating them and entering the darkness of her deep passage, forcing the pink tissues inside to move in rippling waves, backwards from the advancing jab of his penis. Jane's eyelashes fluttered wildly as she felt the powerful sensation, it was as though she had never ever been fucked before!
"OH NEVER BEFORE... NEVER BEFORE!" she wailed, her head tossing back and forth, as her husband's full penis surged continually upward as though it would never stop, and then the smooth, rubbery head was there wedged into her, delightfully expanding, pounding, thudding, breathing against her womb! She was cumming instantly, exploding around the full force of this one blow. This is just the first time!" she thought... as the bursting waves of pleasure took hold... only the first one!
* * *
Bonnie watched as though it were some sacred ritual being performed by two gods from Mount Olympus... she kept remembering that this was how they had made her! When David's lecherous fingers wrapped themselves around her adolescent breasts from behind, she paid little attention, accept to note that the pleasurable tingling she had felt before, was being considerably augmented. And then, it was really rather nice to be able to rub her buttocks against the slowly hardening pole that was jutting forth behind her... to have some carnal company as she enjoyed the lewd show her parents were putting on.
Because she couldn't help starting to feel a little left out, a little lonely about the whole thing, "OH LOOK HOW HE'S FUCKING HER... DAVID LOOK!" she whispered in a husky voice, totally enthralled. David grunted that he was indeed looking, and lifted Bonnie's night gown up, inserting his long thick cock with the utmost tenderness and care between his little cousin's thighs. Then he bent down slightly with singular determination, and lifted her up a little, arching his cock inward and up, pushing hard enough, and controlling her hips, so that he was slipping inside her with what was almost no effort at all. The tightness of her cuntal walls wrapped hungrily around his advancing cock, her buttocks quivered and spread, as he forced her downward, and felt the snug, still sparsely used pussy surrounding his swollen cock. He heard her groan with delight, and sighed, himself delighted by his good fortune. He cared little about what they were doing inside, although they did seem to be having one gas of a time! All his attention was on little Bonnie's red jewel of a pussy.
He was somewhat surprised when she began to groan out, softly, "Oh, Daddy... Oh, Daddy... you feel so nice! MMmmmmmmmm! " Her little hips rotated backward lewdly as she pressured his cock for fulfillment, and David knew with certainty that he was just being used again, but still his prick throbbed into her joyfully, willingly... ready to accept anything.
"Aaarrrgh!" Jane's cry of fulfillment rang out again and again from the bedroom, and her amazed daughter snapped her hips down again onto her cousin David's inserted cock, and muttered, "OH DAVID... She's cumming again... I've got to cum toooooo!"
David thought he was prepared for anything, was beyond being shocked by his small companion's needs, until after a particularly strident cry from her mother, Bonnie suddenly broke away from him declaring "I've got to go in there... I can't stand this anymore!"
She extricated herself without difficulty from David's embrace, his surprise making him momentarily distracted, and letting his still active cock slip from her somehow as yet unsatisfied pussy, she moved into her parent's bedroom.
They were in still another position, having gone through so many that Bonnie's head swam with all the delights that would be hers in years to come. Their daughter's precipitous entry into the bedroom was unnoticed by Stan and Jane because this time, Jane's face was totally covered by her husband's body. His undepleted member fucked masterfully in and out of her open mouth, while wet sucking noises filled the room. Bonnie eyed the uncovered splendor of her mother's loins and moved instinctively toward them, removing her nightgown as she went.
She climbed up upon the bed, and placed her palms against the flat sides of her mother's thighs, slowly pushing them even wider apart. Her mother's reaction was lost in a loud gulping noise as she sucked at Stan's still plugging penis. Bonnie, her face flushed with desire, let her lips drop to her mother's flaming pussy. Deftly, she flicked her tongue out and let it bury itself into the tight folds of her mother's vagina. She sucked inward. HER MOTHER'S PUSSY... HER OWN DEAR MOTHER'S CUNT! She quivered and pushed upward, kneeling inward behind her father's back, between her mother's legs letting her breasts hang forward so that they could touch her mother's thighs. She wriggled her nipples against the insides of them, and took the largely swollen clitoris between her teeth, nibbling slowly and sensuously upon the meaty flesh. Her mother's legs and thighs began to twist and soon to bump upward against Bonnie's face. She nuzzled down still further, entranced at the idea that she could give her mother this kind of pleasure! WHAT JOY!
Jane felt the maddening indecent sucking at her pussy. She was appalled by it at first, not having any idea of who it could be, and her mouth being effectively filled by her husband's blood-swollen cock, she was unable to protest. But as the strange sucking went on, and began to feel better and better, she found herself not only abandoning herself to it, but enjoying the mystery of it, even revelling in the fact that someone was being so daring. The small nipples that brushed against her legs, the soft skin, did not ring a familiar bell in her mind at first... she was not used to thinking of her daughter in this light... but as she felt herself cumming yet another time, her clitoris expanding in the nice hot little mouth that seemed to know so well what she wanted, she seemed to have some inkling of who it was... some instinctive hidden knowledge that made what was to follow easier. Her husband jerked above her, his penis jetting thin, hard spurts of scalding sperm in its final spasms, letting forth a stream of deliciously warm male heat into her accepting mouth, as she writhed wildly from the joyful sucking going on below!
Then as Stan's passion slowly subsided, he became aware of the other presence in the room, and twisting around saw the lewdest sight he had ever seen.
"BONNIE!" he cried, and his wife echoed his cry, but below them, their daughter was oblivious to their stunned recognition. Her head bobbed lewdly, her mouth feeding upon the sweet tender flesh of her mother's open vagina, her own hips and buttocks moving wickedly in the air behind her. There was a strange scramble, as Stan left his straddling position and tried to reach his daughter. He got off the bed, and tried pulling her away from Jane's besieged lions, but as he did so, she just turned to him, pressing her nakedness to his, and offering her honey covered lips to his docilely as if in the sure knowledge that he would accept them. He found himself bending to kiss her, tasting the familiarity of his wife's secret parts upon them, and being violently moved by it.
From the bed, Jane watched her husband and daughter, still stunned and exhausted from her last orgasm. She was surprised to find her thoughts completely overtaken by her body's odd new stimulation. Of all the strange things she had done and seen, surely this was the strangest. Strangest. She had to admit that her daughter's minute body, as it pressed itself against her Daddy, was enchanting, and she saw now why Stan had had so much trouble resisting her... why even now, he accepted his daughter's blatant advances without giving thought to the consequences. HADN'T SHE DONE THE SAME? HADN'T SHE KNOWN WHO IT WAS WHEN SHE WAS CUM- MING LIKE THAT... SO BEAUTIFULLY, SO SWEETLY... ?
This daughter of theirs teas definitely a force to be reckoned with... something that teas... in a sense, bigger than both of them!
Jane found herself becoming aroused at the sight of them... her husband and her daughter, coupled, clinging voluptuously to each other at the foot of the bed. She tried to be shocked, but found only excitement in its place. Her heart was pounding at the thought of what they must be feeling together, and when they began to waver, and drop toward the bed, their lips still clinging sweetly together, she moved over to give them room. Before her very eyes, she watched Stan with glazed eyes and uncontrollably shaking hands, lift their daughter into position on the bed. He held onto her legs, wheelbarrow fashion, his big cock like a huge cudgel moving before him. With a mother's feeling she feared for her daughter's well-being, seeing the disproportionate size-of their cock and cunt... Bonnie was so tiny... such a miniature version of herself, and Stan was enormous... and yet, yet it was going to happen... and had in effect already happened before, she reminded herself. Still as the mighty pole edged into Bonnie's wide spread and aching cunt, "OH, YOUR BABY CUNT... YOUR LITTLE BABY PUSSY!" her father groaned, completely out of his mind with desire as he pushed forward into his daughter, letting his hardened pole of flesh skin in bit by bit, feeling the little fuzz-lined mouth give, even as his wife watched beside him, hearing his daughter whine with pleasure.
Bonnie turned her face toward her mother's and as her features twisted with undeniable bliss at the full penetration of her Daddy's cock, she stretched out her arms to her mother, and pulled the older woman down to her, so that their breasts pressed together, and their lips ground against each other in an ecstasy of recognition.
"Daddy!" she cried out, and then, "MOTHER!"
Bonnie knew that she had never been happier... could never be happier than at this very moment, when she had the two beings who were closest to her in the world, exactly where she wanted them. They loved each other and they loved her. WHAT MORE COULD A LITTLE GIRL ASK?
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At the door, completely forgotten, David watched as his aunt and uncle and little cousin indulged in a lustful free-for- all. No holds barred, they attacked each other with cunning and understanding, each seeming to extract the most from the other's bodies. Stan commanded the two women, making them take his orders with a glint in his eyes, until David was sure he would soon have them standing on their heads. He watched as Jane and her daughter made love, each with a tousled head of auburn hair attached to the other's auburn colored pussy, and Stan, moving around them all the time, finding the open tightness of his daughter's vagina, moving into her swiftly while her mother still clung to the tender tissues above, then working his way around to Jane and doing the same. This last maneuver so completely unnerved him, that he finally summoned up all his courage, and entering the room, decided that the reception he would receive could not fail to be favourable, after all, wasn't he a member of the family too?
Jane and Stan looked at David as he appeared, brandishing his raging erection before him. Then they looked at their daughter for some explanation. Bonnie looked up and smiled.
"Oh, it's only David," she said, letting her head fall back onto the bed. "Come on in, David."
Jane and Stan looked at each other, and found themselves moving to make room for the slender 19-year-old boy.
"Hi, Aunt Jane... Uncle Stan... " he whispered shyly, and Stan and Jane both thought to themselves at approximately the same moment, "If Bonnie is only 12 years old now... what's she going to be like when she's older? " And then they settled back to enjoy the new arrival realizing that there was probably nothing they could do about it anyway. Their daughter definitely had a mind... and... a body of her own!
POST SCRIPT
Thursday October 8
"Dear Diary, All my plans worked! This will be my last entry for a while... Maybe when I grow up, I'll write a book about all this, but until then, I'm too busy with Mom and Dad and David... So long!"
