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Jackie's Family Lessons (family, inc)
by Anonymous Author
First published by "TheEditor"
Chapter 1
I couldn't wait any longer. My bladder was bursting and my
father was in the bathroom, halfway through Rigoletto. "Daddy,
please get out of the shower so I can use the toilet!" I cried.
Both my hands pressed into my crotch to hold back the flood and I
trampled about in agony.
"Can't you wait another minute?" Dad loved his showers so
much that my mother suspected him of having an affair with the
nozzle.
"I have to pee right now!" I cried out. "Just come out for a
moment, I won't be long."
"Oh, what the hell, come on in and do it, I'll turn my back,"
he said. That made sense. After all, he was my father and he'd
seen me do everything at one time or another. Now that I was
eighteen that familiarity had long passed away, of course, but
under the circumstances it was necessary to recapture it. I
pushed the door open and walked into the steam-filled room to make
my way toward the toilet. So desperate was my need that I hardly
spared my father a glance. I assumed he'd have his back toward
me. But when I reefed my panties down and squatted over the bowl,
and let the first burst loose, I looked up to find him looking
right back at me.
"Don't look!" I admonished him. Clouds of steam swirled
between us, the rush of water resounded through the tile-lined
space, and I suddenly became conscious of being alone with him.
Reflexively my hands drew the terry cloth robe to and my eyes
drifted away from his. But in the process they drifted past his
cock. For a moment I was transfixed! His cock was long, thick,
brown, and half hard, poking out from a jungle of dark hair and
straight at me. The dark red knob throbbed as if it was about to
fire. His balls hung low, two eggs suspended in hairy leather,
dangling between two powerful thighs. A shudder ran through me,
electric and mysterious. My hands clutched at my robe, drawing it
tightly over my tits, and my legs pressed together in sheer
terror. I had finished pissing. And yet I sat there, staring at
that thickening member. He was fully erect now. His cock tilted
toward the left of him and the thick ridge of flesh running up the
lower side was clearly visible. It reminded me of a blood slit in
a knife or a bayonet, and once more I shuddered while crazy, tiny
twinges ran through my cunt.
Absently I reached for the toilet paper and wiped my pussy,
in the process letting my robe fall open. Only when I had flushed
did I realize how bold that was. Now Daddy had seen me touch
myself! And no doubt he had caught a glimpse of my tits as well.
They were too big to hide these days. He said nothing. When I
finally managed to look him in the eye he just smiled and started
another aria, singing in his fine baritone voice while the shower
cascaded water all over his strong, tanned body. For some reason
I felt dizzy when I walked out, my legs weren't too steady, my
hands hardly had the strength to open the door. "Thank you,
Daddy," I said. No answer.
Back in my room I sat down heavily on the bed and tried to
clear my head. This evening was the big one, the date to end all
dates. Frank would be proposing to me, there was nothing surer.
Why didn't it matter to me anymore? For as long as I could
recall, Frank had been the one, so handsome and poised, always
ahead of the other guys; and now that he'd been offered a
scholarship in Europe he had to marry me if he wanted to take me
with him. The more I tried to straighten out my thoughts, the
more Daddy's cock dominated my mind's eye. I slipped out of my
robe and began to put on the clothes I'd chosen for this date. No
bra--my tits fascinated Frank. He was always talking about how
big they were and how he loved to see them bobble about under my
shirt. They were big, I reflected, gazing into the mirror and
viewing myself from the side, very firm and high. The rest of me
was slender. Mum was always urging me to eat more but I liked
myself this way. I remained standing before the mirror, running a
brush through my long, black hair and gazing at my tits. Veronica
liked them, too. She was always touching them and comparing them
to her own little ones.
Jeans next, tight enough to hug my crotch. Veronica said that
really drove men wild. The center band ran right along the split
of my pussy and caused a labialike bulge to form. I turned and
stood on my toes to get a view of my ass in the mirror. Lean but
shapely, pert Frank called it. I stepped into the platform shoes
and did them up. Now the outfit was complete. I was tall,
slinky, big-titted, my pussy lips bulged between my thighs, my
hair had a deep luster and it felt as smooth as flax. Could Frank
resist me after all this preparation?
It seemed not. When he came to the front door I noticed him
swallow heavily and when he spoke it sounded silly, as if he
couldn't bring the words out. My mother came to see us off. She
bestowed loving glances on Frank. One day he would be an
important man and I would be his wife. That's what she wanted.
My mother, Veronica, and Frank had teamed up to get me to this
pitch of expectancy. They had given me tips, hints, and methods
for catching a man, either explicitly or implicitly, and like a
good girl I had taken heed of them all. But at that moment, when
a wedding band was literally within reach, I found myself thinking
of my father's cock.
Frank took me to a restaurant and, as expected, he popped the
question. It was a romantic moment and I gave him my answer right
away. It was all settled, we would be married in a week's time,
the day before he was due to depart. "Let's go home and tell my
parents," I said after the dinner was over.
"Wait, wait, let's talk some more first," said Frank with a
strange look in his eyes. He drove us to the lake and parked in
the darkness, turned the radio down low, and faced me. His
breathing was irregular and his hands were restless. I knew what
he wanted but I didn't know how to give it. Every part of me was
willing. The sight of my father had loosened the last of my
inhibitions and now my pussy throbbed deeply and my nipples
literally itched with desire. Frank didn't know it but I was his
to do with as he pleased that evening. In the past we had
confined ourselves to light petting, but that wouldn't do it
anymore for me. And when he took me into his arms I did
everything to make him see how available I was. I melted against
him, let one hand brush casually along the swollen bulge in his
lap, and let my blouse open a bit so my tits would incite him.
Frank's hands were everywhere, touching me, caressing me, and his
hot kisses landed all over my face. He seemed to be caught in a
frenzy of lust and I coasted along with it contentedly.
"Oh, Jackie!" he moaned, "I want you so!" More kisses. He
was waiting for me to say something and I didn't know what to say.
I kissed him back as passionately as I felt, and his hands became
bolder, sliding in through the buttons of my blouse to get at my
bare tits, fitting in between my upper thighs to put pressure on
my pussy, and I just went along with it.
"Let's take our clothes off," he whispered. I nodded but he
had to do it for me. My body was trembling as he pulled my tight
jeans off, I felt kind of faint, and instead of coming back up to
kiss him I let myself recline back with my legs spreading widely,
lasciviously. Frank stared at my pussy in the dim light of a
nearby neon sign. There was silence, tension, in the car now,
both of us poised, ready, all he had to do was take me. But then
he shook his head. "No, not before we're married," he said
hoarsely. "That wouldn't be right."
"But we can have some fun, can't we!" I said, and I sounded
very plaintive to myself.
"Sure we can," he said, running the palm of his hand over my
cunt. "As long as we can restrain ourselves." His finger traced
the outline of my cunt, barely touching my flesh, round and round
until I could hardly stand it. Light as his touch was, my cunt
was super-receptive. The smallest sensation sent long ripples of
passion running through my body, and when the tip of his finger
brushed along that little knob between my labia, I thought I would
scream! However, in the two years Frank and I had been going
together I had learned a lot about self-discipline. He wanted me
to be the demure virgin and I had cast myself in that role
willingly. But the charade had been exposed somehow and besides,
in a week's time we'd be going all the way.
"Make love to me, Frank," I moaned, twisting my hips from
side to side and lassooing him with my legs to draw him closer to
my cunt. "Let's not wait another second." He still had on his
underpants but I could feel his stiff cock throbbing under me.
"Please, Jackie, don't make it hard on me," he said, pushing
me away. "Go on, get dressed." He jumped out of the car and
stood by the side of the lake. One hand was on his hip, the other
was moving to and fro. It took me a while to work out that he was
doing something to his cock. When he returned I asked him what
the matter was, and he just muttered something about blue balls.
I was in the dark about everything, but I'd managed to slip back
into my tight jeans and my blouse. Frank drove me home at
breakneck speed. He didn't say a word until we were in front of my
place again. "I'm sorry, honey," he told me, "but you were
tempting me too much. A guy can only stand to be straight for so
long and no longer. One more week and then you'll be my virgin
bride. Isn't that worth waiting for?"
"I don't know," I said. He thought I was just saying that
because I didn't know what else to say. With a broad smile he
opened the door for me and we walked up the driveway to break the
news to my parents. Mother was in seventh heaven. She hugged
Frank and called him her son, and then sat down to planning the
logistics of the wedding. Dad shook him by the hand and said all
sorts of nice things to him, but he was less than ecstatic. As
for me, I couldn't enjoy the occasion. A part of me wasn't there.
My body was besieged by mysterious impulses, strange tremors, my
tits tingled and I could feel that my pussy was wet. Apart from
those sensations, there was also a burning resentment. Frank had
rejected me. His reason had nothing to do with it as far as I was
concerned. I had offered myself and he had refused, leaving me
feeling on edge and crazy. I played the part of a good daughter
and a happy fiancée for as long as he was there. But as soon as he
left I kissed my folks good night and ran upstairs.
Veronica, my cousin, lived next door. Our houses were close
together and a large oak tree grew between them so that I could
get from my window to hers just by climbing onto one branch,
walking down it to the trunk, and then taking another branch up to
her. She always left her window ajar in case I felt like a
midnight visit and I did the same for her. Since it was still
fairly early in the evening her light was still on.
"Hello Jacqueline," she said cheerfully when I entered
through the window. "Back from the big date already? How did it
go?" I told her and at first she was very excited and happy for
me. But then I began to tell her the important part, and Veronica
became silent, sympathetic. "Oh dear," she sighed when I had
finished, "the omens aren't too good. What can we do about this?"
Veronica was my opposite in most ways. Her hair was blond
and curly, cropped close to her head. Her shoulders were rather
broad and her hips rather narrow, her breasts were hard and small,
and she had a tan year round from playing sports and hiking. We
were the same age, attended the same school and were in the same
class, but more important we were each other's best friend. For
as long as I could remember we had made use of the oak tree to
come and tell the other our troubles or new jokes. She was
different from me in one other way, too: she was no longer a
virgin. Veronica knew everyone in our town, she was in on
whatever action erupted, and she often went to bed with older men.
For boys her own age she had nothing but contempt.
"You see what's happening to you?" she said after a pause.
"You'll marry Frank and that will be the start and finish of your
sex life. What you need to do is to live a little, right now,
before it's too late." Instead of arguing with her, I nodded.
Veronica looked surprised.
"I know you're right," I said. "I mean, it's scary and all
that but my body is in such a turmoil right now."
"Turmoil? In that case, Jackie, you're going to have to
trust me," said Veronica. "There's only one way to cure that and
I know how. Come here, sit on the bed with me, don't make a move,
your favorite cousin is going to make you feel all better." She
turned off all but the smallest light in her room and came over to
sit beside me. Her arm rested on my shoulder, one hand ran down
my long tresses, and her eyes bored deep into mine. I felt
embarrassed suddenly. Veronica and I were free with each other
but never sexy. Yet now I could smell her sensuality almost! She
was seducing me!
"What are you doing?" I asked timidly. She told me to hush
and her hands ran over my hair and body more firmly. They came to
rest on my breasts and stayed there, softly squeezing my tingling
flesh. Veronica shifted over to sit facing me, her legs tucked
under her in the lotus position. There was no getting away from
her. Her parents were away for a couple of days and her younger
brother would be fast asleep by this time. Besides, she was
making me feel a wholly different kind of turmoil, a pleasing one.
"I've wanted to do this for so long," Veronica said softly.
Her nimble fingers undid the buttons of my blouse and let it fall
open. "Yes, look at those breasts, perfect, just perfect, oh, let
me kiss them!" She leaned forward and before I could get out of
the way her lips were on one of my nipples. A shock ran through
my system. I looked at that blond, curly head that had fastened
itself to my tit, and somehow it wouldn't register with me. What
was coming across, however, was a soft, insinuating feeling that
grew into a ball of warmth that kept expanding until it extended
from the nipple all the way to my pussy. Her lips shifted to the
other nipple and her hands squeezed and caressed my tits, taking
them from warmth to heat and at the same time driving my pussy
around the bend with a variety of sensations. My blouse slipped
down my shoulders and Veronica pushed me back until I was lying
flat on my back, my arms loosely around her as she continued to
regale my tits with her mouth and hands. It felt wonderful!
Frank had touched my tits often enough but he hadn't done it right
... Veronica knew about tits and how to make them feel good.
She seemed happy to go on and on. I drifted into a dense
euphoria and let my hands run through her curls absently.
Eventually she shifted her attention to other parts of me. Her
lips left my tits and kissed their way down to my bellybutton. I
hardly noticed the change. My eyes were closed and I was half
dozing, drifting down a stream of treacle that was bound to lead
to Eden. Vaguely I realized that she was undoing my jeans and
that she wasn't having an easy time getting them off me, but none
of that mattered to me. I didn't even bother to lift my ass.
Only when Veronica started to run her finger down the slit of
my pussy did a fraction of me sit up and take notice. Frank had
touched me there earlier and I had enjoyed it very much. Now my
cousin was doing the same. Was that right? But I was too far
gone to care. I lay back and savored the fine feelings welling up
in my loins. Her fingers delicately touched on every part of my
pussy, reconnoitering, discovering what was sensitive and what was
extremely sensitive. Now and then a low, soft moan broke from my
throat. Apart from that I was inert and happy. It didn't even
occur to me to reciprocate.
Something warm and wet slithered along the center of my
pussy. I couldn't work out what it was but it felt so nice that I
had to look. To my horror I found that it was Veronica's tongue.
How could she!? As soon as she was finished I would tell her
never to do it again. Until then ... God, it felt so lovely. Her
tongue was like a living creature, an animated snail doing a polka
between my cunt lips, sliding to and fro, putting pressure on my
clitoris then rushing down to briefly insinuate itself into my
hole, in and out, back up, sideways, round and round--my head
began to spin in time with her tongue! Her tongue was very
thorough. It dug in and lapped, wetting my cunt over and over
until her spit combined with my juices to form a rivulet that ran
down to my asshole and dripped onto her bed. Now her fingers
joined in, holding my pussy lips wide apart so she could get more
of her face between them and so her tongue could get into my hole
more deeply. The lovely euphoria was shattered by raw lust.
Suddenly my pelvis started to push up and down, a staccato of
horniness that made it hard for Veronica to keep up. I begged her
to stop so I could catch my breath but she only ate me more
vigorously.
"Oh God!" I heard myself pant. "Stop, stop, please stop!
No, that's too much, you're driving me crazy! That tickles! Stop,
STOOOOO-OOPPP!!! OH JESUS, NO, NOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH THAT'S GOOD,
YESSSSSSS, YES, YES, HARDER, OH RONNIE, YEEEEEESSSSSsssss ..."
Lightning bolts irradiated from my cunt, triggering off storms of
passion that raged violently for a second and then disappeared to
leave me high and peaceful, filled with a vaporous sensation of
gratitude. Veronica stopped when she saw that state I was in.
Her face glistened with my juices and she was smiling broadly.
"You like that? This is only the beginning, Jackie. Phase
one. I'm going to line up lovers for you and introduce you to
experiences that will live with you the rest of your life. By the
time he carries you over the threshold you'll be able to teach him
a lot of tricks."
"It sounds so dangerous," I sighed. My body was aglow. "But
you don't have to do all this, Veronica. I could do it myself."
"You? No you couldn't. You'd bump into a guy and stick to
him for as long as you could. I'm the one who can produce the
changes in cast around here, just like that." She snapped her
fingers and leaned over to kiss me square on the mouth. The tart
taste of pussy came with it, and I relished it shamefacedly. As
if she knew it, Veronica opened my mouth with her lips and forced
her tongue deep into me so that I would have to taste all of it.
Her body came over to lie on top of mine and her pubic bone pushed
against mine insistently. Once again my resistance was disposed
of effortlessly. I yielded to her deep, passionate kiss and
before I knew what was happening I was hugging her tightly and
grinding my pubic bone into hers.
Gone was the warm tranquility. Her cunt pushed against mine
so as to flex my labia and pull them taut over my clitoris. She
put on more and more pressure, rubbing me up until I was right
back where Frank had left me, feverish, uneasy, in need of love!
Now that she was on top of me my hands began to explore her flesh
instinctively. The palms ran over her strong, smooth back right
down to the dip at the small of her back, and up to grab hold of
her firm, full cheeks. Veronica's ass always reminded me of a
boy's. It had dimpled flanks and flexed muscularly at every step,
yet it was rounded and soft when her buns were relaxed. When I
got hold of it her buttocks were laboring to bring her cunt harder
against mine, and just the feeling of her flesh contracting under
my touch was enough to make me bang back. This took me so far but
no further. Veronica had the same problem because she suddenly
drew away from me and pushed one of her legs under my ass,
scissoring into me until our cunt lips met in a wild kiss, wet and
hot. Right away new pleasures welled up in me. Her pussy was
lightly covered with blond hair, so lightly that it sometimes
looked as though she didn't have any. Mine, on the other hand,
had a thick dark pelt of hairs growing from the mound back to my
asshole. Now, with all the moisture that had matted my fur, it was
laid back and the ridges of labial flesh were exposed. It was
flesh against flesh when our pussies kissed, smooth, slippery,
urgent, pushing and pushing and pushing to get more. Impulsively
I reached down and parted my pussy with both hands. Veronica did
the same. Our tiny clitorises met and it was as though we'd
touched two electric points to each other. A spark, a flash, and
we were on our backs, bodies writhing in ecstasy, our loins
working our pussies together until they were welded into one by
heat and juice. Smacking noises resounded through the room,
panicky cries, long moans, we rolled about on the bed and held
hands so our bodies wouldn't drift apart.
"Let me eat you now," I gasped, "I want to try it now!"
"Go right ahead," said Veronica. She crawled over me and
turned around to face my feet so that her pussy hovered over my
face. Light blond hairs caught the light to create a slight
golden halo about her pudgy cunt, pink flesh peered through her
lips, trails of moisture and whitish drops of juice were on her
inner thighs. The sharp fragrance of her womanhood suffused my
nose. For a moment I hesitated. Then, recalling how delicious my
own dew had been, I placed my hands on her ass and lifted myself
high enough to get my mouth to her box. As soon as I made contact
with her I began to suck and was rewarded by a generous draft of
her juices. Veronica lowered her ass and pressed her cunt down on
my face, forcing my head back onto the pillow. At the same time
she started to finger my cunt, inserting a long finger up it and
crooking it so as to pull upward. I didnt know which excited me
more. My cunt tried to suck her finger into itself and my mouth
tried to suck her cunt down my throat, and between the two my body
rollicked with passion.
We remained in that position for a long time. I loved eating
her! Her cunt was so smooth and the juices flowed so freely that
I wanted to burrow face-first into her, just to experience her
totally. Whenever my tongue pushed its way into her tight hole it
found smooth, wet walls of warm flesh in there, a secret cave that
held all sorts of mysterious delights for me--if only I could get
in there deeper! I worked my index finger into her cunt and felt
the physiognomy of her insides, all those strange ridges, the
contoured flesh packing around my finger and squeezing it with
sensual pressure, thick drops of juice oozing down around it, a
small paradise. Veronica did her best to open it up to me. She
went down on me and poked her ass high into the air, her legs as
far apart as they would go, and I played doctors with her to my
heart's content. I had checked out my own cunt with a mirror, of
course, but this was the first time I could explore one first
hand. My fingers prised her lips apart, pulling at them until it
looked as though her cunt was turning inside out. Pink,
glistening flesh blossomed before my eyes, her cunt hole expanded,
and I gazed into its darkness until my tongue poked out and found
its way into that inviting orifice all by itself. I loved
everything about her, even the musky, stifling smell of her
asshole. My nose was buried in it, tickling it, and since
Veronica obviously liked it I kept it up until I was not only used
to the smell, but actually enjoyed it. Nothing mattered at this
point but gratification, and everything contributed to it. Her
tongue in my pussy, my tongue in hers, nuzzling her anus, dragging
my nails along her ass, licking, sighing, sucking, biting into her
cunt flesh, doing everything she did to me and more, until another
storm of passion broke loose inside me.
I had to let go. The emotions exploding in me were too
powerful to be ignored. My body began to tremble violently,
screams burst from my throat, my nails sank into her flesh so that
the blood ran, and then I went stiff all over for an excruciating
second. It was as if I had a fit! My rigid frame shook from head
to toe, gurgling sounds came from deep down, all I could do was
cling to Veronica. And then, like the sun bursting through the
clouds, the orgasm arrived. Everything was leveled out now,
everything was lovely and peaceful again. I floated about the
room and was aware only of myself. That didn't stop my cousin.
She caressed me very gently all the while, and when I was back to
normal she positioned herself between my legs and started to run
her fingernails along my tits slowly, almost as though she didn't
know she was doing it.
"I don't know how you do it," I told her. "You've made me
feel things that Frank doesn't even know about!"
"He will," she smiled. "You'll be sure to tell him. But
relax, it's still early, let's just lie here and enjoy each
other's company."
"Alright." I felt sleepy again. My eyes rolled back and my
lids closed as though they had lead weights tied to them.
Veronica's hands moved at the same regular rate, a hypnotic,
subliminal motion that built up my passions while I wasn't
looking. Her lovemaking seemed no more than an expression of
affection; but after about ten minutes of it I found myself in the
throes of another fit of passion. I loved her tender caresses and
the soft pressure of her body against mine. My hands roamed over
her breasts and ass, we kissed so lightly that our lips merely
brushed by the other's, and somehow we ended up with our faces
between the other's legs, licking pussy with the same dreamy
motions.
"I won't marry Frank," I said suddenly. "I like you much
better, Veronica, there's no use pretending otherwise."
"Don't be silly," she said. Her words were muffled by my
cunt flesh. She didn't take me seriously enough to look up even.
But I insisted, and finally she did look up. "You see how you
are? You have a good time with one person and right away you're
stuck on them. I love you, Jackie, we will always be friends, but
don't let that tie you down."
I didn't say anything for a long time. My fingers toyed with
Veronica's blond little cunt but I was too busy thinking to take
much notice of it. She was right, of course. In the one week
remaining to me I would have to squeeze in as much experience as
possible. I had to make the best of my freedom. That's what it
was, making use of my freedom. Once Frank slipped that ring on my
finger I wouldn't ever cheat on him. All the more reason to make
the best of this week. I could do anything! And right away the
sight of my father naked under the shower flashed before my eyes--
even him? Wasn't that taboo? Well, was making love with a first
and female cousin not taboo? And wasn't it fun?
Questions and an assortment of answers swirled through my
brain. Why shouldn't I let my hair down for this one week?
Veronica would be my guide, there was nothing to worry about. In
that case I would do it! And if Daddy happened to come my way I'd
pounce on him, too. I didn't tell Veronica that, though. I just
said that I was willing to go along with her scheme.
"Good," she said, "we'll start tomorrow night. What would
you fancy, Jackie, a black man or an oriental or a Latin lover?
You can take your pick. Or I can get you women, it's up to you."
"That's quite a menu. I can't make a choice, you'll have to
do it for me."
"Hey, wait a minute, you're still a virgin! Don't you want
to pick who'll be first?"
"Oh yeah ..." I had to think about that, and then it struck
me: my virginity should go to the man who loved me most! My
older brother, Tim, qualified for that honor easily. He was
nineteen and home for the summer, so why shouldn't I pick him? He
had always looked after me, had fought fights for me, and he
certainly liked me physically. As soon as he'd come back from
college his eyes had started to wander over my legs, my breasts,
my ass. Yes, Tim would be happy to do it. "Don't worry about my
cherry, that'll be gone by the time I see you again," I said.
"Who's going to take it?" she asked.
"I'll tell you about it later. But for now I have to be
going home." I dressed, kissed my cousin good night, and
disappeared out through her window. It was a long way past
midnight by this time. The house was in darkness. Once back in
my room I took off my clothes and snuck into the bathroom to wash
up. I perfumed myself liberally, brushed my hair, and checked my
nakedness in the mirror. I looked different to myself now that
Veronica had introduced me to sex. The erogenous zones stood out
against a background of features. Suddenly my tits looked bigger
and better, my pubic bush seemed deeper and more inviting, and I
couldn't help running my hands over my flesh for just a moment. A
shiver of delight ran through me. Only a few hours ago I wouldn't
have dared to dream about seducing my own brother. Now it seemed
like the only plausible thing to do. He was so much like Daddy,
the same strong build, the same dark brown mop of hair, same eyes
and chest. I could hardly wait to get to him!
Quickly I put on a nightie in case one of the parents
happened to be patrolling the hallway, and then walked on tiptoes
to my brother's room to surprise him.
Chapter 2
I was terrified when I entered my brother's room. What the
hell was I doing? Tim wouldn't tell anyone of course but I was
taking a very big chance walking in on him. What if he rejected
me? Or worse, what if he accepted my offer? For all my fears I
couldn't stop. I snuck into his dark room and made my way toward
his bed. The light from the street filtered through the drapes to
show me where he was. Tim slept on his side, over to the left of
the bed. I lay on the right hand side and became instantly
paralyzed.
Tim was just a few inches from me. I could feel the warmth
of his body. His breathing was regular and deep, and I knew he
didn't wake easily. I tried to remember what women in the movies
did in similar situations but there hadn't been any. They all got
themselves swept off their feet by dashing men. And there I was,
in a situation where I had to sweep the man off his feet, or off
his back or something.
I stared up at the ceiling and thought of every possible way
of seducing him. I wanted him so badly! Veronica had lit bonfires
throughout my body; someone had to extinguish them! Should I
shake him by the shoulder? Or cough? I just didn't know.
Perhaps it would be best to go back to my room and forget all
about it. That prospect was too awful. I could see myself in my
own bed, alone, frustrated, and hating myself for not having the
guts to go through with it. I had to do it!
"Tim! Wake up!" I hissed, shaking him violently. He groaned
and tried to pull away from me. "Come on, wake up! I've got
something to tell you! He stirred and sleepily inquired what that
might be. "No, wake up first!" I insisted.
"Ah Jesus!" he muttered. "What's up, Jackie--hey! What are
you doing in my bed. Did you wet your own?"
"No, it's not that." He was wide awake now and all I wanted
to do was to sink through the floor. Tim had no idea what I might
want. Did that mean he had never thought about making love with
me? "Tim ... please, don't ask why, I just want to ... sleep with
you tonight," I said in a little girl's voice.
"Do you? Okay, if that's what you want," he said
nonchalantly. "Only let me get some sleep, will you."
"That's not exactly what I meant." I was getting to be more
determined by the second. If the dolt insisted on missing my
point I would just have to make it perfectly clear to him. "I
want you to make love to me!"
"Huh?" He sat bolt upright now and stared at me in horror.
"Make what? Oh you've got to be kidding, Jackie! Have you been
dipping into Dad's liquor cabinet or something?"
I didn't answer. Or rather, I let my silence do the talking
for me. Suddenly I felt very self-assured, in charge, so much
more mature than this astonished boy. And to ensure he knew I
meant what I said, I placed my hand on his pajama pants, right on
his crotch. Something big stirred under the flannel, something
exciting and tempting. Tim was silent too, now, as if he only
wanted to see what I would do with his dick. My courage rose.
The hand caressed his cock openly and located his fly at the same
time. It slipped inside and there it was, silky soft, thickening
rapidly, warm, hairy, a cock just like the cock that hung off dear
old Dad!
"Jackie, no!" he said, but there was no conviction in his
voice. "You can't do this! We're brother and sister!"
"Haven't you ever wanted me to do this to you?" I asked.
"No! Well, maybe ... but not very often!"
He had answered my question and now my hand closed around
that hard cock and started to stroke it up and down. The movement
came to me instinctually and that's how Tim responded to it. No
sooner had I launched my routine than he lay back on the pillow
and stretched luxuriously. His cock came out of his pajamas and I
could see the rounded knob of it silhouetted against the windows.
I wanted to get closer to it, close as I could get, curling up
next to him with my face an inch or so from that helmet of flesh.
And Tim, still motivated by the luxury of the occasion, rolled
over on his side and pointed his cock right at my mouth.
It was impossible to resist him. One caress from that silky,
full and fleshy knob and I just had to bring it closer, pressing
it hard against my face and wanting more. There was only one way
to bring it even closer and that was to take it into my mouth.
Would he object? Would he lose respect? Surely not, not for his
own sister. Gingerly I parted my lips and pressed an openmouthed
kiss to his glans. Tim's reaction was immediate. His hands
grabbed hold of the back of my head and pushed me down on himself.
That meant he liked it! With a surge of pleasure I opened up
wider and took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. He
was so hard! His cock throbbed against my lips, my palate, my
throat, rock-hard yet soft on the outside, so sensual that I
forgot about the gagging impulse. With a sudden splutter and
cough I pulled back from his knob but soon returned for another
swallow. It was a sensation that was completely new to me, one
that thrilled me from my head to my toes. My mouth was like a
cunt for him now. His dick pushed in deep and drew back slightly
only to dig in again, and all I could do was struggle to contain
him. My throat muscles tightened in panic and I lost the rhythm of
my breathing. Quickly I pulled away and recovered myself. Now
then, slowly, relax, relax, breathe regularly, let the throat
muscles hang loose ... ah, that was better. Now I could enjoy him
to the hilt!
His dick lodged down my throat and stayed there for an
excruciating period. From a distance I heard my brother groan
deeply. His pleasure made me shiver. Here I was, his little
sister, making him feel wonderful! A sense of power made itself
felt. Suddenly I wanted to do more for him, I wanted to demolish
him with love, make him feel things he'd never felt before! My
lips closed around his rock-hard stalk and drew upward to the tip
of his knob. Then my mouth plunged down to his pubic bush, his
cock slipped down my throat again and my muscles seemed to play
about his glans like gamboling lambs. He loved it! His body grew
taut and it trembled noticeably. The hands on my head turned into
claws that got themselves entangled in my hair and pulled me down
deeper, always deeper. I felt as though his dick was entering my
gullet and stretching down to my belly like an expanding snake.
More, more, more! I licked and sucked, I fondled his balls with
both hands, I rubbed my cheeks against the smooth, rubbery flesh
of his knob, ran my lips down the sides of his veined cock,
swallowed his scrotum and licked my way back up again. Tim was
breathing heavily, erratically, his hands were hurting me, his
hips were banging his cock down my throat. What was he doing? I
sensed that I was doing right by him. A few more sucks, a few
well-placed kisses, and then, just as I had swallowed him whole
again, he erupted. A blast of hot cream bolted down my throat. I
swallowed it without really knowing what was going on. Another,
and another, great outpourings of warm, whey fluid, too much for
me to swallow. It backed up and made me choke. Cream slipped
through my lips and trickled down my chin, and still more came out
of his pulsating prick. Tim's groans were loud and slightly
desperate as he heaved his dick deeper and deeper down my throat,
intent on depositing his load directly into my belly. And I just
sucked and swallowed as best I could, my head reeling with the
excitement of it all.
"Wow!" was all he could say. But the way he said it told me
exactly how much he'd enjoyed it. My lips were capable of magic!
He went limp soon after his cock stopped giving out its fluids,
and when it shriveled away I let it go and sat up beside him. Tim
had lit himself a cigarette and smoked it silently. I wondered
why he didn't show any interest in my body.
"Are you going to make love to me now?" I asked.
"What? How can I with my dick spent?" he grinned, pointing
at the pathetic little thing. The glory that had once been his
phallus was now a wiener left over from last week.
"You mean it won't go up again?"
"Yes, eventually it will, but not right away. Besides,
Jackie, I think we've gone far enough. Now that the blood is back
in my brain I can see we'd only be asking for trouble."
"You don't want me?"
"Sure I do, baby, hell, you're a beautiful woman even if you
are my sister. But it's not right! I mean, brothers and sisters
..." Lost for words he threw up his hands and puffed at his
cigarette. With sudden insight I saw that I'd made a mistake
sucking him off before attending to my own needs. From that point
on I'd make sure I'd get my share of the action before letting my
generous impulses take over. However, the fact that he couldn't
finish what he'd started to say encouraged me to try again.
I turned on the bed lamp and sat in front of him, looking him
straight in the eye. Now my assets were in the spotlight and his
eyes started to wander, much as he tried to keep them fixed on
mine. "Go ahead, look at me," I told him. "Look at these tits,
look at that pubic bush, and then tell me how brothers and sisters
can't make love." As he looked me over I cradled my tits in both
hands and squeezed them suggestively, running my tongue along my
lips and parting my thighs so he could catch a glimpse of what
nestled between them. The limpness of his cock was slowly giving
way to a new firmness. It started with a few visible pulses and
jerks as the blood filled the ballast tanks and then, unlike a
submarine, it rose up into the air and quivered before me, a
living denial of his moral stance. "Here it is, Tim, come and get
it," I whispered.
With a strangled cry he threw himself on me and crushed me
with the weight of his body. I stretched out under him like a cat
on heat, purring with sensuality, claws at the ready, submitting
as a means to my own ends. How I wanted that big cock to
penetrate into my vestal regions! I had had it in my month and in
my hand, and its throbbing virility had driven me crazy there, so
what couldn't it do inside my oversensitized, dripping wet pussy?
I shuddered to think. His hands roved over my body, squeezing,
exploring, caressing, in such a hurry to cover all the bases. I
knew he'd settle down soon enough. Until then I let the dead
weight of his body rest on me like a giant caress, and focussed on
the experience of having his cock throb against the flesh of my
thighs. It rested right where they met, lying there like a shell
in the breach, and the thought of it shooting up into my cunt made
me dizzy with lust.
His mouth moved down to my tits and when his lips located one
of my nipples, they closed about it and drew it in. The element
of surprise was on his side. A flash of lightning connected that
nipple directly with my cunt and drew an involuntary cry from my
lips. At once Tim sucked in more of my tit, so much of it that it
ballooned against his teeth, and I could only writhe about
underneath him in helpless ecstasy. "Oh God Tim!" I panted.
"Fuck me while you do that! It feels so good, too nice! I love
it!"
He said nothing, for which I was grateful. His mouth stayed
closed over my tit and the other tit was being mauled by one of
his hands. The other hand was under my ass and the knob of his
dick was bumping against various parts of my cunt, none of them
near enough to the runny, hot opening yawning up at him. "Don't
tease!" I moaned. "Put it in me, Tim, I want you so badly!" He
kept on sucking my tit, switched to the other and took his hand to
third base. Now he rolled off me and parted my legs with that
hand to get at my cunt. The other hand stayed under my ass,
squeezing my cheeks in such a way that my cunt opened right up for
him. A second later his finger crept into my virgin hole and I
thought I would swoon away!
My cunt felt like a flesh-eating plant that hadn't had
dinner! The moment his finger came inside my cunt muscles closed
around it and held on tight, pulling him in deeper, deeper,
anxious for more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to
his hard, muscular body while his hands demolished me. His finger
fucked me slowly, digging in deep so that the rest of my hand
pushed into my cunt and stimulated my clitoris. The tables had
been turned. Now it was I who groaned, who pushed up for more
pleasure, more titillation. He manipulated me with finesse,
turning on every part of me until I glowed like a beacon in the
dark.
He took his mouth away from my tit and started to kiss his
way down to my navel. Would he ...? It was too much to hope for.
Yes, yes, yes! "Oh Tim, yessssss!" I sighed as his lips kissed
mine. He drew my thighs against his ears and burrowed into my
cunt as contentedly as any bug in any rug. And I stretched out
like that same cat, purring again, feeling a warm glow suffuse my
innards, wrapping my thighs about his head and cocking my cunt up
at his mouth shamelessly. "Yessssss, oh Jesus yesssss!!" I
hissed. "That's beautiful, Tim!" He nodded and then his wet,
slithering tongue snuck into my cunt to give me brand new thrills.
This was just a foretaste, I knew it for certain. He was getting
me good and wet for the entrance of Mr. Big himself, that stallion
cock of his. At that moment it idled against my legs and
transmitted its potent impulses to every part of me, warning me of
my imminent destruction.
His mouth was performing marvels down there. That tongue dug
in, dove deep and wriggled against my cunt walls, scooped up
juices, and slipped back and up to lash at my clitoris. Now and
then his bottom lips would press against that tiny, maddening
button, while his top lip came over my pubic bush, making like it
was going to swallow me and bite my cunt off. Each time he did
that my erotic anguish lent new force to the mounting ecstasy in
my belly. I started to egg him on: "Eat me, suck me, swallow my
cunt juices, Tim!" I sounded coarse to myself, a slut, a wanton,
but it worked. He sucked my cunt dry only to suck harder and
bring fresh supplies of the sticky fluids down. His nose nudged
my clitoris and his hot breath made my labia tingle wildly. I had
my hands on the back of his head now and I pressed it down on
myself as hard as he had pressed my head not long ago. I
understood why he'd done it, too. The last thing I wanted at that
moment was for him to pull away ... unless he wanted to fuck me,
of course.
Tim didn't hurry. He ate my cunt until I was on the verge of
screaming. My pelvis had gone mad. It jerked up and down
uncontrollably, insistently, and my breathing was asthmatic and
rapid. I think it was out of fear for my sanity that he finally
slipped up over me and covered my body with his. The moment his
swollen knob bumped into my cunt I felt the hole open like the
cave of Sesame and suck him in. There was no need for me to guide
him or for him to probe. The magnet was on! His cock pierced my
hymen on the way without stopping. I felt the flash of hot pain
and then it melted in with all the other emotions boiling about in
my belly. I wanted to remain aware of the moment, to fix my
defloration in my mind for when I was sixty-five. But he swept me
along with his big cock, pushing me into the weirdest regions of
sensations that I'd ever experienced.
"Tim ... Tim ...!" I heard myself moan wetly. I clung to him
as though I was drowning. All I could feel was his big cock
stretching my pussy. The pleasure wasn't so much physical as
emotional. I wasn't a virgin anymore! I was getting laid at
last! That big cock ... his tongue in my cunt ... his cock blowing
down my throat ... "Fuck me!" I whispered desperately. "It feels
so good, oh so good, more, more, MORE--" His hand clamped down
over my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up! You want to wake the whole house?"
"No, noooo," I moaned, moving my hips against his to get his
stationary cock moving again. He held it still, trying to make me
do more of the work, and I didn't wake up to that until too late.
It was strenuous to fuck from the bottom up but the very
strenuousness of the act made it intensely pleasurable. His cock
was stuck in my cunt, pointing down so that with every move it
chafed along the inner floor. Because it was so thick and long it
flexed all of my pussy but it especially worked over that section.
It seemed to arouse my asshole as well, and what with my tits
aglow and my cunt on fire, that last outbreak of passion just
about finished me.
He had to press a pillow over my face to smother the cries of
passion that welled up in me. There was nothing I could do about
it. All my strength went into driving my loins up against his to
get more of that delicious drubbing. At last he took over.
Slowly at first, then commandingly, shoving his cock deep into my
cunt, banging his pubic bone against mine, and holding me pinned
down with both hands as if he thought I might leave him alone.
The pillow rested on my face just in case I wanted to yell some
more. And I did, I did!
Strangled cries applauded the deep shafting of his cock, his
masculinity, his power, squeals burst out when he rubbed my
clitoris past the point of endurance, I grunted hoarsely whenever
he went in deep enough to impale me; and as his fucking stepped up
in that final gallop, I panted out loud in time with his rapid
stroking. In-out-in-out, moving so fast that the friction of his
flesh against mine threatened to sear my pussy permanently. And
just as the pain started to make inroads on the pleasure, he
released his soothing, warm douche of sperm that made it all
better. As it blossomed inside me, so a giant orgasm burgeoned
and blew, sending me spinning out into dimensions of bliss that
hadn't even entered my dreams.
"You'd better get back to your own bed," Tim whispered after
I'd had a chance to rest. "I think we made a lot of noise in the
past half hour."
"If that didn't wake them, nothing will," I said.
"Maybe so, but I'd rather not take any more chances. Jesus,
Jackie, Dad would have killed us if he'd found us in bed
together."
Would he have? It gave me a tense, secret thrill to think
what Daddy might have done. But Tim had a point. Besides, I'd
received what I had come for. "Okay, I'll go. Thanks a lot, Tim,
that was wonderful." I kissed him on the cheek and snuck out of
his room. There wasn't a sound in the house. They had to be
sleeping like logs to have slept through our orgy!
Back in my room it hit me really and truly that I had been
fucked. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my
reflection, expecting to see a changed woman. Actually little had
changed. My hair was all over the place, long strands plastered
against my face with sweat, and I looked a bit wild-eyed; and, of
course, there were unusual whitish trails running down the insides
of my thighs. But other than that I was no different. Not on the
outside. Inside I felt strangely harmonious, as though all the
various parts of my body were working together at long last.
With a handkerchief I wiped away most of the evidence and
then I lay back on the bed and tried to get to sleep. But too
much had happened that day. My brain wouldn't settle down, no
matter how tired I was in body. From a virgin I'd gone to a
bisexual profligate, all in the space of hours! And from a
single, carefree girl I'd gone to being a man's fiancée, soon to
be his bride. Poor Frank. He was home nursing his blue balls and
I was in my bed with the echoes of passion ringing through me. It
wasn't fair of me ... but it was fun!
Veronica was right, I should pick up experience before
committing myself to marriage. And I would follow her advice, all
the way!
* * *
In the morning it occurred to me that it would be a good idea
to see the family doctor to get a prescription for the pill and a
check-up. The doctor was Dad's brother and if he had been like
most people's uncles I would have gone to someone else. But Doctor
Eddie was a regular guy. He was handsome, younger than Dad, full
of jokes, and at birthdays and Christmas time you could always
rely on Doctor Eddie to give you something you really wanted.
I decided to take a bath first. Dad was at work and Mum was
out shopping, Tim was still sleeping. I ran the tub and eased my
body into the hot water to rest there for long, luxurious minutes.
For some reason I was far more responsive to all sensations. The
hot water seemed like an all-enveloping caress to me, sensual,
lustful, like the hand of a horny spirit. When I closed my eyes I
could imagine myself getting compromised all over, and before I
knew it my belly pulsed with passion, my pussy developed an itch
deep down, and it was hard to keep my hands to myself.
This was ridiculous! Ignoring my urges I reached for the
douche. I shook the powder into the rubber bag, mixed it with
warm water, and screwed the nozzle into place. The sight of that
nozzle shook me up some more. It was slender at the bottom,
thicker at the top, with four grooves running down the sides and
small holes perforating it, all of which gave it the look of a
menacing, unpleasant, yet titillating weapon. Had I been shoving
this thing up my twat regularly without taking any notice of it?
Suddenly it became a struggle to make use of it. I wanted it and
I was afraid of it. My cunt throbbed and quaked, ready for any
visitor. But I held back. What if I loved it? Would that mean
there was something wrong with me?
I lifted my ass up out of the water by drawing my legs back,
and tentatively placed the head of the nozzle against my pussy.
Once it was there I hesitated. The hard nozzle pushed against the
sealed cunt muscles, not hard enough to open them but firmly
enough to send a long thrill up from my cunt to a spot right
behind my eyes. Everything became kind of woolly ... blending in
with memories of the previous night, with cocks and tits and
sucking lips ... and then the oils oozed out of my innards and the
nozzle slipped past the barriers to plunge into my moist depths.
"Oh noooo!" I groaned, holding it tightly and still so my
cunt could get used to it. "That's too nice!" My words echoed
strangely in the bathroom and snapped me out of the reverie. My
free hand reached down further and began to squeeze the douche
bag. Now a shower of warm water broke loose inside my cunt and a
dozen thin streams titillated my oversensitive cunt like so many
tiny tongues. I pushed my hips up so high that my head slipped
under the water. Coughing and spluttering I came back up and
completed the douche. But even when the last drop had been jetted
against my burning cunt walls, I couldn't make myself take the
nozzle out of my cunt. It felt so right, so nice, there! It was
solid, hard, and when I moved it back and forth it felt like a
cut-down version of Tim. By moving it back and forth a little
more ardently and setting my imagination adrift it became him, and
then better than him. After all, I could control the speed, the
penetration, and the angles! My hips rose and fell, causing the
bathwater to slosh from one end of the tub to the other in
mounting waves. The waves clashed and gallons of water crashed
over the side and flooded the floor. I didn't care. The nozzle
and part of the bag were up my cunt, exciting me into a self-
forgetful reverie.
It took a good-sized orgasm to bring me back to earth. By
this time the bathroom floor was covered by an inch of water and
the tub was almost empty. With a sigh I got out of the bath and
started to scoop the water back in with a dustpan. When enough
had been removed I took to the puddles with bucket and mop. The
work was done absent-mindedly. Most of my mind was on the brand
new sensations that I'd been experiencing lately. Even being
naked was a thrill.
A knocking on the door brought me to. "Come on, Sis, let me
in!" Tim yelled. "There's no one home."
"Just a minute!" In spite of what had happened between us
the night before I reached for a robe and draped it over myself
before unlatching the door. Tim was naked and he looked slightly
put out at the sight of my modesty. But he didn't say anything
about it, probably because he was a bit unsure of what to do. He
walked past me and stood at the toilet, arms akimbo, and let a
long, strong stream of piss splash down into the bowl. In spite
of myself I moved to his side and watched. "I always envied your
ability to do that," I told him softly.
"Yeah, I remember," Tim grinned. "Once you tried to do it.
You stood up and held your pussy lips apart to direct your piss,
but it went all over the floor instead. Speaking of wet floors,
what were you doing in here, high dives?"
"Oh ... the water just ran over, that's all," I said,
blushing, and making haste to mop up the last of the water.
"I think you're lying." Tim gave his cock a couple of shakes
and flushed the toilet. "You weren't playing with yourself, were
you?" He faced me boldly and as I averted my eyes I noticed that
his cock was rising sharply. The idea of my playing with myself
was obviously a turn on for him. And in my overheated condition
that could well come in handy.
"Maybe I was," I said, and pointedly picked up the douche
bag. When I unscrewed the nozzle I looked him in the eye and now
it was Tim's turn to blush. "And maybe I wasn't. Why, you
wouldn't tell on me, would you?"
"Oh no ... no, I'd be the last to do that." His cock was
still going up. "It's just that I've never seen a girl do that to
herself. I mean ... how do you do it?"
"It's very easy." I put the douche away and turned back to
him. The robe hung open and when my hands caressed my exposed
belly Tim's cock reached its peak. Hard and throbbing, it stood
out like the leaning tower of Pisa, and his knob glowed
invitingly. "I just stroke myself softly, ever so softly, running
my hands over all the sensitive parts and thinking of wonderful
things. And then I lick my nipples and squeeze my tits, or I push
things up my cunt, or maybe I'll rub my clitoris like this." My
finger disappeared between my labia and rotated rapidly. Tim's
eyes were bulging out of his face. He even got down on his knees
to watch more closely, peering into my pussy until he couldn't
take it anymore.
"Wow!" he breathed, straightening up and regarding me with
new respect and lust. "I can't tell you how that makes me feel!"
Without another word he turned me around and ripped the robe off
my shoulders. It fell to the floor and left me naked, helpless,
while my brother bent me forward and caressed my ass passionately.
His intentions were obvious. Already my cunt drooled and throbbed
at the thought of his powerful prick entering once more. My hands
found support on the edge of the tub and my feet tried to get a
grip on the damp floor. This would be the last time, positively,
I didn't want my brother to get too possessive of me. But I
couldn't refuse him this time. His hot breath brushed along my
nape, his hands pulled at my ass and opened my cunt up wide, his
knob bumped against me, no, I couldn't refuse, I had to have him!
It slipped in so easily, so smoothly, that it was in to the
hilt before I knew it. Then it hit me with a bang, pushing the
breath out of my lungs and buckling my knees. The floor was too
slippery, my feet lost their grip, and I went down in a heap. I
ended up draped over the bathtub's side with Tim on top of me
rutting like a maniac. Everything was cold, wet, and
uncomfortable, the hard edges hurt my belly, and one of my tits
was squashed against the tub. But his dick was in me, pulsating,
pushing, pummeling, digging in as if it meant to stay forever, and
that made everything alright.
I loved his passionate approach. He wanted me more than
anything and even though he had me he couldn't seem to get enough.
Several times he stopped fucking me, to keep very still for a
minute each time only to begin all over with long, cautious
strokes that gradually built back up to his former speed. I
guessed he didn't want to blow. Even when he was still inside me
his throbbing cock sent the most delicious impulses through my
body. My cunt clamped about his hot, hard meat to pick up every
pulse, and as it did I realized how inadequate the douche nozzle
had been. There was nothing like a thick, long, living cock to
make a girl feel like a woman!
"How does it feel!" panted Tim, slamming his dick deep into
my quailing pussy. "Do you like it, Jackie? Are you coming?"
"Oh yesss, yesssss!" I whispered, but I couldn't tell if I
was coming or not. My body was in turmoil and that turmoil felt
wonderful, much like a drawn-out climax. His cock pried and
prodded and his pubic hair chafed against my asshole to add an
excruciating tickle to the general ecstasy, and his hard, muscular
body against my back was like a savage caress, everything was
working ... but could I give myself to him? He was my brother, we
had to live in the same house, and if one of us grew to depend on
the other there would be no end of trouble. That's what held me
back, and what had made me resort to the anonymous nozzle that
morning. Even as he fucked me into semi-oblivion I couldn't shake
that thought.
"So am I. Oh Jesus, it feels good. I'm coming now, Jackie,
hold on, hold on, AAAARRRRGGHHHHHHUNH!!!" With a mighty bellow he
contracted his whole body to squeeze out a final salvo of cream.
I felt it hit home, then slither down the cunt walls, sensual
little snails that made me shiver with sudden pleasure. It was
over. His cock shriveled up inside me and slipped out. Droplets
of sperm fell to the floor. When he got off me the cool air
turned my sweat into a cold, unpleasant fluid. It had to be the
last time.
"Let's sleep together every night" said Tim, still flushed
with the excitement of it all. "I love you, Jackie, I really do.
You're not the first girl I've slept with but you're easily the
best. Say you love me. Say you'll sleep with me all the time.
It's all I want in life."
"No, I can't do that Tim, and you know it." Time for good,
hard common sense. Tim looked like a whipped dog when I explained
the situation to him. "Besides, I'm going to be married in a
matter of days, and we're leaving for Europe straight after. So
what's the point of even talking about it?" I finished off.
"Why should you go through with it?" Tim said heatedly.
"What's he got that I don't have? Look at this cock? Is his any
bigger. And who could love you better than your own brother, tell
me that?"
"Now you're talking nonsense," I said coldly. I put the robe
back on and got out of the bathroom. It was too close in there,
too intimate. I needed a little distance between us to get the
right message across. "I love you like a sister. Sex doesn't
change that. We won't sleep together again, Tim, not for quite a
while. You may as well resign yourself to that."
"But why not!" he yelled.
"See, now you're angry. I decide that you should take my
virginity, and what happens? You want the lot. Well, that's the
last time I do anyone a favor," I said bitterly.
"Oh, now don't be like that." His tone changed at once. "I
appreciate what you've done ... and I'll do my best to keep it
straight between us."
He left the bathroom and I sponged my pussy down until the
last traces of his sperm had been removed. I felt badly about
being so brusque with my brother but pretty soon my thoughts
turned to a more pleasant subject: Doctor Eddie. He was so much
like Dad to look at and secretly I began to speculate on his size.
Would he be as big? Would his cock be as brown and thick? Shame
on me! I shouldn't think about relations that way. And would his
balls hang as low? I smiled at myself in the mirror. Perhaps I
ought to try and find out. After all, this was my week!
I dressed myself casually, choosing tight jeans, a sexy
halter top, and I let my hair flow freely. Eddie liked that kind
of look. He was a pretty hip guy for forty, who wore his dark
hair long enough to curl over his collar and liked to blow joints
during his lunch hour. When I walked into his office he greeted
me with a wide, open smile and said: "So you're going to get
married, huh? Well, that's great. I hope you'll be happy. Come
on, make yourself comfortable, and I'll roll one for us both. You
have to celebrate these occasions, right?"
"Right, Uncle," I said.
"Edna," he said, speaking into the intercom, "tell Mr.
Farnsworth I'll be delayed and to be patient with me. He winked
at me and took out a leather pouch from a drawer. "Yeah, all the
girls who once used to come in here with chafed knees are now
marching up the aisle. Makes me wonder what I'm waiting for. I
guess they'll all be divorced soon enough, then I can take my
pick."
"Oh, don't say that!" I said. "You make it sound so
predictable. I want Frank and me to be together forever!"
"And you will be," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He
rolled a long, thick joint, one that reminded me sharply of other
joints, pendulous ones seen in bath and bedrooms. We shared it in
silence. The smoke was acrid and a little rough on my throat,
drying it out and scratching it. But that was well worth the
fulsome rush it gave me. With every puff I could feel my
fantasies gaining power over hard-nosed reality. Eddie and I were
sitting on his examining couch, and as we smoked we gazed through
the Venetian blinds out into the backyard where verdant shrubs and
tall trees relieved the urban sprawl. He was so close to me that
I could grab him, rape him, do anything with him! Why didn't I?
Uncle Eddie wouldn't tell on me. He might refuse me but it would
always be our secret. The grass made me lightheaded, anything
seemed possible. But before I could make a move he started to
talk again.
"Frank's a level-headed guy," he said, staring at the shrubs.
"He'll treat you right. And if you push him a bit he'll satisfy
you, I'm sure of that. You have to push men. Most of them are
sexually lazy, you know. After the honeymoon they're no longer the
ardent lechers of the drive-in movies. I lived with this woman
once who said I could have her any time I wanted her. Well, for a
while that was fun. I took her in all sorts of positions, while
she was on the phone to her mother, leaning out of the window
talking with a friend, in public toilets, anywhere! "But after a
while it got to be tedious. I could have her so why should I try?
It got to the point where I was happier jerking off. She left and
another took her place, one who never gave me a full account of
how she felt about it. Some nights she'd be reluctant, other
nights she'd be downright cold, but if I pushed through she'd
always surrender. What a woman ..." He shook his head and
prepared another joint. His fingers moved deftly. They were big
fingers, strong fingers, and as I looked at them I felt my pussy
twinge violently. In my imagination I saw those fingers poking up
my cunt, strumming my clitoris, and that was enough to bring down
a flood of juices to stain my underpants. I just hoped it
wouldn't soak through to my jeans ... although that would give him
the hint.
"You've had a lot of women by the sound of it," I said
softly.
"I guess so, baby," he grinned, snapping out of his pensive
mood. "I don't know what comes over me sometimes. You tell me
you're getting married and I remember the times I dandled you on
my knee. That's corny, isn't it?"
"Not at all."
"Sure it is. Anyway, you're ripe for marriage. Really,
Jackie, you've grown into a beautiful girl-woman, I should say."
His eyes ran over me, cold, professional, for a moment, and
another deep tremor thrilled through my innards. "Well, let's get
on with the examination. I guess you'll want a prescription for
the pill and a bill of health?"
"Yes please." The two joints had made my head fuzzy.
Nothing was normal. When I reached back to untie the halter top
it felt as though I was putting on a show. There was a sensual
rhythm to all my movements and my eyes made contact with his to
convey something other than family feeling to him. Eddie mistook
the meaning of my affectionate look and merely winked in reply.
How could he guess what I was going through? It was as though all
of Tim's lovemaking had been mere foreplay. I was steaming,
throbbing, feverish with lust! The halter fell to the floor. I
made no attempt to pick it up. Instead I stood there and faced my
uncle, my tits jutting out at him shamelessly. Nothing was said.
Suddenly there was a tension in the air. Those tits seemed to
grow like Pinocchio's nose, reaching for him, tentacles of flesh
that wanted to entrap him, draw him in and hold him close to my
body so that my cunt could suck his cock! With that peculiarly
focussed awareness caused by grass, I could feel each drop of
juice oozing out of my pussy and dribbling down inside me only to
be absorbed by my jeans. Were they noticeably wet? I didn't dare
look down.
Now it was time to take off my jeans. First I sat down to
take off my jeans and then I faced him again. Uncle Eddie hadn't
moved from the spot. It was as though he couldn't tear himself
away. I had a hard time shimmying out of my jeans. Now it really
became like a strip show. I blushed at my own slowness. Inch by
inch my jeans moved down to reveal more of my naked body. Uncle
Eddie stood there and stared ... or was he merely bored and
waiting for me to be done? The suspense was killing me! With
every inch of flesh I exposed to him I felt new surges of desire.
I wanted to see his cock, I wanted to see it so badly that the
very idea of seeing it made me rubbery kneed! Through the cloth
of his pants I could see a vague intimation of cock but it didn't
tell me nearly enough about it.
"God, they're so tight!" I said apologetically when my jeans
were finally off. Eddie nodded. His eyes were fixed on my tits
or thereabouts. With a sudden upsurge of self-consciousness I
moved back onto the couch and kept my thighs firmly together.
Still he didn't move. My arms covered my tits and my crossed legs
kept my pussy from view. I felt a strange sensation in my chest,
the kind that comes when you dream you're naked in a public place.
I wished he would get down to business, never mind sex or his
cock, just get it over with!
"Ah, you're all ready then," he said, snapping out of his
immobile state. "My goodness, that's good grass isn't it? I was
miles away, trying to figure out whether quasars are black holes
turned inside out. Sorry about that. Now put your feet into the
stirrups and I'll check your insides."
He adjusted the metal stands and, loath as I was to part my
legs, I put my feet into them. Now I was completely helpless. My
legs were open so wide that it almost hurt, my pussy yawned at him
in the face and it was cocked up at him in such a way that it was
his to do with as he pleased. My fear was temporary, to put it
mildly. When Eddie stood between my obscenely opened legs I had
to fight back the impulse to move my hips up and down at him in
lewd invitation. I wanted him so badly, couldn't he tell? My cunt
was dripping, slavering, frothing at the mouth and he hadn't even
touched me!
"Where are my gloves?" he said, looking around. His eyes, I
noticed, were quite bloodshot. He must have been smoking even
before I arrived. "Oh, screw it, I'll have to do it bareback."
"Uncle Eddie!" I exclaimed. "Don't be rude!"
"Huh? Oh yeah ... doctor's talk, baby, don't worry." He
leaned down and scrutinized my cunt. "Looks good, looks good," he
muttered. "Is this your normal condition, Jackie? I mean, are
you always as moist as this?"
"I don't think so," I said, trying to sound sarcastic so he'd
get the message. It didn't seem to penetrate. With both thumbs he
opened my inner lips and peered inside. I could feel his gaze
burning my flesh like a laser beam and in spite of myself I
started to squirm about on the table. If this went on for a
minute longer I'd tell him to screw me! This business of throwing
out hints was getting me nowhere.
"Really wet," he mumbled to himself. "But I guess you're all
worked up about the nuptials and all that."
"That must be it."
"Most girls dry up, though," he said, straightening up and
looking me right in the eye. "You seem to be looking forward to
it. Tell me, Jackie, are you still a virgin?" I didn't answer.
All I did was shake my head and stare right back at him. The
electricity that passed between us caused the sparks to fly. The
message had been delivered. When he bent over my cunt this time
his fingers weren't so efficient. They slipped when they tried to
hold the orifice open and when the two fingers were inside me they
jiggled back and forth, shyly giving me extra stimulation. I
didn't need it! My body was on fire with lust, my hips were
shaking, my cunt was drowning in its own juices! Eddie kept
fingering me. It was less tentative now, the pretence was
dropping away rapidly, and at last he shoved two fingers inside me
and began to fuck me with them. That felt wonderful! Still I
wanted the real thing. Had I been a stranger I would have told
him that, but being family made it too difficult to find the right
words. So I lay there with my legs kept wide apart by the
stirrups, making the best of the sensation of his fingers sliding
in and out of my blustering, soggy box.
"Such a beautiful girl," I heard Eddie say. "Just like your
mother twenty years ago, perfect, tight build, firm, oh Jesus I
wanted your mother so badly! Your Dad got her, of course, but I
spent nights thinking about her, crazy nights! And then, when I
set up practice here, she came to me for her Pap smear and her
breast examinations ... and it never occurred to her that I might
want to do more for her. Now you're here. I think there's a
conspiracy going on up there. You're so beautiful, Jackie, too
beautiful!" He ended with a weird whimper and next thing I knew
he was down on me. I sat up as far as I could to make sure of it,
and there he was, on his knees before my open cunt! I lay back
with a sigh of contentment as his tongue snaked up my pussy,
flicking and writhing up there to trigger off bombs of delight.
Yes, yes, that was great--but would he go all the way?
"Oh Eddie!" I groaned, pushing forward with my ass to feed
him more. "You shouldn't be doing this! It's so nice but it's
wrong!" He tried to say something but his words were muffled by
my cunt. His whole mouth was pressed against my lips now and his
tongue lolled about in the valley like it wanted to experience
every part of it right away. It darted to my clitoris, pushed at
the top of my slit, rushed down to my asshole and back into my
cunt entrance, restless, ardent, accompanied by deep sighs and
vulgar sucking sounds as he drank in my juices. I loved the way
he loved me. There was no doubt that he'd been aching to do this
for a long time and now he was making up for all those wasted
occasions. And I, bearing the brunt of his assault, was being
given the best tonguing any woman had had.
"Eddie, please!" I moaned, after wallowing in semi-orgasmic
baths of sensation. "I'm losing control! I can't take this much
more! We'll end up doing something really wrong!" And in my mind
I added: PLEASE!!
Eddie stood up. His face was wet and his tongue licked
around his lips to clean off the remains of my cunt fluids. For a
moment it looked as though he'd recovered from his outburst of
incest, and for that moment I suffered. But then his hands went
to his belt, he undid it, unzipped the pants, and let them fall to
the floor. There it was, the unveiling. Tall as Dad's cock, as
thick as his, too, brown, throbbing, low-slung balls loaded with
cream, a brake of dark hair surrounding the base and growing up
his belly ... I stared at it until every last detail had been
absorbed, and by that time he had his cock in hand and aimed it at
my cunt.
I closed my eyes when the tip of his knob touched me down
there. This was a moment to be relished. But then I added to it
by opening my eyes ever so slightly, seeing him out of focus--and
it might have been my father who stood there feeding his cock into
my maw! A shudder ran through me, so violent that it shook away
the last of my inhibitions. "Yes, yes, yes!" I yelled, eagerly
shoving my ass at his cock to get it up myself. "Fuck me now, I
want you, I want you, ooooohhhhhh more, more more!" It inched its
way up me, boring a tunnel into my body in the process, filling me
to the point of bursting, and adding fire to my most secret
fantasy until it roared high and consumed me utterly. He might as
well be my father, they were brothers and very close after all.
Yes, it was Dad, it was his cock driving into me with such force,
hard and hot and heavily lined with veins, the very same cock I'd
seen in the bathroom not long ago. It was that cock! I heard
myself moaning loudly and my hands reached for him in vain. Eddie
stood back, his hands on the stirrups, his back laboring to send
his dick flying into me with juice-splattering impact. His eyes
were half closed too, no doubt for the sake of travelling back in
time to twenty years ago when my mother had had a monopoly on his
fancy. It was as though we were fucking by proxy!
"Come in me!" I moaned. "Come now, Da-- ... Eddie! I want
to feel you explode inside me, come, come, COOOMMMMMMMMMM OH YES,
COME, I LOVE IT, COME, AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH ..." It was an explosion.
His hot cream burst free inside me and whitewashed my innards in
an instant. Eddie's grunts were like those uttered by a karate
chopper, each grunt accompanying a deep thrust that delivered more
juice to my deepest depths. I felt as though I was flying
backward, airborne on ecstasies that defied description. I came
with him and his brother, he came in me and my mother, double the
pleasure for half the price.
I was surprised when he didn't stop. His cock grew small and
soft but his loins kept banging into me, driving that stub in and
out of my distended hole vigorously. It felt very pleasant in
that condition, a kind of intimate caress enhanced by the
circumstances, The fantasies had been dissipated; it was me
getting fucked by my uncle now and I started to enjoy that, too.
His cock went through the doldrums and came out at full sail. I
could feel it swell inside, pulsing toward erectness with
devastating potency. And when it was full-blown it stretched my
cunt just as much as it had before, only this time there was his
sperm to lubricate the long, far-reaching strokes. This was an
unexpected bonus. At first I didn't know how to respond, but then
I realized that he had me at such a high plateau of pleasure
already that all I needed to climax was a good shove. And that he
gave me over and over.
It was a great second course. He leaned over me this time
and kneaded my tits with both hands while his cock moved in and
out like a well-oiled piston. It was as though he put me into a
boat and pushed me out onto an ocean of bliss. I just floated,
barely aware of the powerful thrusting down below, content to
wallow in it all. And when he came again it was just another
nudge that brought my boat further along the smooth surface of the
ocean. I was half asleep when he pulled out, lying back with a
Cheshire grin and a body so finely tuned that it felt as though it
wasn't there.
"Er ... I'm afraid Mr. Farnsworth has to be attended to,"
said Eddie. He had his pants back on and held out his hand to
help me off the table. Still lost in my happy daze I went through
the motions of dressing and left his office with my prescription
firmly clutched in one hand.
Chapter 3
"I got a live one for you," Veronica told me over lunch.
"He's going to drop by this evening so you just make sure you're
here on time or I'll take him for myself! Really, Jackie, he's
gorgeous, big and blond, a real Viking."
"Sounds great," I said, but my heart wasn't in it. My uncle
had put the finishing touches to my pleasures; there didn't seem
anything left to experience. Of course it would be fun to do it
all over again but already I was wondering how long one could go
on having the same kind of fun.
"What's the matter?" my cousin asked. "You look unhappy.
You're not worried about Frank, are you?"
"In a way I am. I mean, he's home sitting on his hands and
I'm fucking people left and right ... that can't be right, can
it?"
"You've had two men," Veronica scoffed, "and already you feel
like a tramp. Boy, by the end of the week you'll think you're a
two-dollar hooker! Relax, Jackie, remember that if you don't know
what you're doing, I do. Just be here by eight."
I nodded and tried to shift my thoughts over into another
track. It was odd how suddenly my good mood had given way to
depression. In the house next door Tim sat alone, probably
brooding about our sexual bouts, wondering how it had happened.
And I sat in my cousin's house, keeping her company while her
parents were away. Everything wore the air of an anticlimax.
"Hey, cheer up!" Veronica leaned over the table and pinched
my cheek. "You're not going to cry, are you?"
"No," I said firmly, but I wondered whether I would or not.
She got up from her chair and walked over to squat beside me. Her
arm went around my waist and she drew me to her.
"I know, too many experiences in too short a time. Well,
don't you worry, you've got a friend in me. Come over here and sit
on the couch with me, I'll turn on the TV and we'll relax
together, okay?" Like a little kid I let her take my hand and
pull me over to the couch, and when she sat down beside me I felt
a wave of gratitude sweep over me. She was such a good friend!
She let me snuggle up against her and with the remote control
device she switched the TV on to a football game. I looked at the
screen without seeing the specifics of the action. All I was
aware of was the soft warmth of her body and the colors shifting
about before my eyes. Her hand ran through my hair slowly,
soothingly, and her voice made comforting sounds. Veronica was
right, there was nothing to worry about. I could trust her. She
would look after me. I snuggled up a little more and started to
take some notice of the game. A number of men were bent over with
their asses toward the camera, asses clad in tight white pants
that covered less than they implied. Narrow hips, muscular
buttocks, genitals cradled in protective devices, suddenly it was
all very sexy! They got in line and faced another line of surreal-
looking guys, then someone did something and they all ran into
each other, like two stampedes running down an alley in opposite
directions. A stifled roar reached the microphones, men tumbled,
wrestled, fell, tangling into a mess of hard, sweaty flesh and
pads. Somehow my depression grew smaller, eroded by a tingling,
warm sensation bubbling upward from my pussy like a seltzer
fountain on a summer's day. It registered vaguely that Veronica's
hands were on my breasts, squeezing the bare flesh under my halter
and working the garment down and out of the way. How delicious
that felt, how she spoiled me! My nipples hardened under her
delicate touch, my breasts seemed to swell with passion and pride.
A man ran with the ball, others chased him, they ran with fast,
pumping strides so that their thighs rippled with power. Images
of white stallions came to my mind, muscular hindquarters flexing
as they mounted me. Veronica's hands were so smooth, so deft, that
my whole body began to wallow and luxuriate under her touch. I
wanted more, I wanted to give more and take more, I wanted to be
naked in her arms with my cunt aimed at the television in case one
of those stallions galloped out of the screen!
But Veronica was in charge. She took off my top and held me
from behind so that both her hands fitted snugly over my tits. I
sat between her legs and my sensory nerves were on red alert about
that area where her pubic bone pressed against my ass. Cousin,
brother, uncle, and now my cousin again. At least Frank wasn't
facing any outside competition. Ah, fuck Frank, fuck marriage,
fuck everything, and especially fuck me!
"You're enjoying this, aren't you Jackie?" Veronica murmured.
"Look at those studs, you're going to have one just like it. This
guy's cock is the size of a fire hydrant and he knows how to use
it, too. You're going to have a ball, I promise you. And I'm
going to be with you the whole time." Her last statement made me
ridiculously happy. I twisted around in her arms and kissed her
passionately on the mouth. Veronica worked her tongue deep down
my throat and continued to caress my tits, pinching the nipples
and bruising my soft flesh gently with her long fingernails. Now
my pussy lay on top of her knee which was bony enough to bear the
brunt of my burgeoning lust. I undulated my hips over her knee so
that it pressed against my cunt through my jeans, and stimulated
my throbbing, red-hot clitoris most gratifyingly.
It amazed me to think that sex had been such a lackluster
proposition to me only minutes earlier. Now it consumed me! I
kissed my cousin fiercely, doing my utmost to urge her to take
action without actually asking for it. Veronica ran her hands
down my bare back, all the way to the waistband of my jeans and
there she teased me by slipping her fingers down under my pants to
get at the flesh of my ass. But she wouldn't go far enough. Her
fingertips rested at that part where the flesh started to swell
and curve up to form my buns. Below that split curve was where I
needed her fingers! My cunt pulsed with lust, it drooled and
ached, it begged to be impaled; but my sly cousin held back.
The last of my inhibitions gave way under pressure of my
desires. I humped her knee with unabashed enthusiasm and rested
my face between her small tits while my fingers tried to unbutton
her blouse. She didn't help me nor did she hold me back. There
was an enigmatic smile on her face as she watched me fumble with
those buttons, and when they finally did open up she let me make
merry with her firm little tits, too. I felt elated at having
taken the initiative. Now she was mine. I was seducing her! My
lips were around her nipples, one by one, and my hands squeezed
her resilient little mounds, and my tongue pushed its way into her
mouth. Veronica was yielding to me and her breathing became
irregular. She was mine!
Her blouse came off, her shorts went next, and now she was
sitting on the couch wearing only her panties. Her crotch bobbed
up at me as I kneeled down between her legs, tempting me to eat
her before I could remove the final garment. But I kept a grip on
myself. The panties slithered down her thighs, over her knees, and
her pussy pushed up at me, splitting down the middle and
displaying moist pink pink flesh for me to eat. I started to
tremble. Her cunt flesh looked delicious, so fulsome and rosy
that the saliva ran into my mouth and made me swallow heavily
several times before I could go down on her. Veronica leaned back
into the couch and rested both arms along the back of it. Her
small tits were made even smaller as a result, and for a second it
looked as though I was about to eat a boy without a cock. Had I
needed any more stimulation that would have driven me to eat her
up. As it was, seeing her boyishness only made me attack her with
all my heart. She pulled away in alarm as my mouth opened wide
and bit into her cunt, but when she realized I wasn't going to
bite through, she relaxed again.
Her flesh was smooth, slippery, rubbery between my lips.
Sparse blond hair chafed against my nose and cheeks as my mouth
burrowed into her cunt to get at the well of tart, tasty fluids.
Lean thighs tensed up under my hands and the nervous shudders that
ran through her body gave me all the encouragement I needed. I
wanted to make it beautiful for her because that would make it all
the better for me, and my needs were immense at that moment. It
dawned on me that I still had on my jeans and that the crotch was
getting soaking wet. My pussy was uncomfortable, it wanted to be
free and within range of a finger or something. But I couldn't
pull away from Veronica's cunt, I liked it far too much.
I'd learned a lot in so little time. There was no
awkwardness in the way my tongue lapped at her clitoris,
everything came naturally to me. My tongue snuck up her tight
channel, it licked its way around her fulsome lips, flicked at her
hard little knob, working around and about until my cousin began
to squirm in ecstasy. "Oh, that's enough!" she panted. "Please,
Jackie, give me a turn!" I shook my head and pressed my nose
against her clitoris so my tongue could worm its way even deeper
into her cunt. Veronica tried to push me away but she had no
strength in her arms. Like a limp doll she flopped back on the
couch and moaned helplessly as my tongue demolished her. My hands
were busy during this time, too. Those boyish breasts were the
delight of my fingertips, and now and then I would squeeze the
hard cheeks of her ass to improve on the illusion. She was like a
boy in so many ways ... but her cunt was one hundred percent
female, there was no doubt about that. The rich, piquant juices
poured out of her as though she'd sprung a leak, to trickle in
rivulets over my tongue and down my throat, a never-ending stream
of joy. My cousin seemed to be melting from the outside in.
"No, nooooohhh," she groaned suddenly. "No, that's enough!
Get off now, Jackie, I can't take it anymore!" She sounded as
though she meant it but I couldn't tear myself away just yet. My
face and her cunt had welded together and I felt as though I was
actually making headway into her body. "Stop!" she cried
hoarsely. Her hands tried to push my head away again, and failed
again. "Jackie, pleeeeaaassseee!!!" Under the desperation I
detected a note of animal pleasure, and so I sucked and licked and
fingered even harder. "OHMIGOD! OOOHHHNOOOOOOOOOO, JACKIE, NO,
NO, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, I'M FALLING!" It really sounded as though
she was falling. Her whole body became rigid and her hands
grabbed hold of the couch's pillows, her legs wrapped themselves
about my head and then, just as her voice reached the high C, she
faded away into a quivering jelly which moaned very softly.
I looked up in time to see her eyes close. "Veronica? Are
you okay?" No answer. I shook her but she just moaned and turned
over. She was sleeping! I was shocked, and not a little put out.
"Hey, what about me?" I asked petulantly. Veronica snored softly.
Her younger brother, Ned, would be home in a few hours, so I
couldn't let her go to sleep in the nude on the couch. What would
he think? It wasn't easy but I managed to get her shorts and her
blouse back on, even straightened the couch up and ran my fingers
through her close-cropped hair. When everything looked
respectable I went back to my room via the tree. It was in the
middle of the afternoon, it was hot out and very quiet. I thought
about taking a nap but I was restless, feeling like a caged
panther for some reason. As I paced I checked out Tim's room. He
was out. Too bad ... although I told myself I wouldn't have let
him fuck me anyway. No matter how restless I was.
The clock moved very slowly. I took a shower and sat in the
kitchen in my robe, drinking iced tea and watching the football
game. Nothing could get the hands of the clock to move faster.
Three hours to eight o'clock. It might as well have been an
eternity! Now and then my hands slipped down under my robe and
toyed with my pussy, but since my folks were due to come home at
any minute I really didn't want to get myself started. Even
sitting down was risqué! My pussy had contact with the seat of
the chair, which was hard and pressed against me. This was
madness! I'd never be able to wait till eight!
But I did. Right after dinner, dressed once more in slacks
and blouse, I went up to my room and used the tree to get to
Veronica's room. I found her seated on her bed, facing a young
man who listened to her politely. He was all she said he'd be:
blond, big, strong, and hung! His clothes were form-fitting to
the point of giving all his secrets away, and when we were
introduced my eyes just naturally wandered to his crotch to see
what he had growing there. It looked as though he'd brought his
pet boa constrictor!
"Harry works out a lot," Veronica said with a secret wink.
"Don't you, Harry?"
"Every day," Harry replied. His eyes were wandering along my
private parts, too. "Lots of push-ups and back presses. I work
on my thighs, too." I felt faint just thinking about thighs. His
were big, as big as those belonging to the white stallions on TV,
and I could imagine how it would be to have them clamped against
my sides, a vise of muscle holding me immobilized while that big
cock pounded me to pieces! I sat down hastily and asked Veronica
for a cigarette.
"Harry knows why he's here," Veronica went on, lighting the
cigarette for me, "and I can tell he's delighted that I have such
a beautiful cousin. Isn't that right, Harry?"
"You bet." His clear blue eyes met mine for a moment and I
could see he was dying for a piece of my ass. All the more reason
to make him wait a little. Get him good and keen. God, I could
use a rabid lover! The restlessness hadn't left me for a moment
and as I faced Harry and his impressive lap it grew to monstrous
proportions: my restlessness, that is. His snake lay still,
waiting to strike.
"How can you be so patient!" exclaimed Veronica. "Look at
that hunk of man! Don't you feel like raping him?" Harry smiled
at me as if to encourage me.
"I really think he's the one who ought to do the raping," I
shrugged. "But if that's the way you want it, I'll go along with
you."
"I think you'll enjoy it," said Veronica. She took the half-
smoked cigarette from between my fingers and stubbed it out. "Sit
perfectly still, Harry; my cousin is going to work out on you."
"You are going to help, aren't you?" I asked, suddenly
intimidated.
"Don't worry," she said grimly. We stood up and moved toward
the Viking, who sat in his easy chair and watched our approach
with surprising calm. "Let's strip for action first." We did, and
Harry's equanimity began to show a few cracks. His snake twitched
uneasily and he shifted from side to side in the easy chair. But
when he tried to grab hold of me my cousin responded with a sharp
slap to his wrist. "Sit still, Harry, or you'll blow it!" she
warned him. Harry obeyed at once. But the gleam in his eyes told
me of his intentions, and that smouldering fire in my belly roared
up to send flames shooting to all parts of my body.
As one we kneeled down between those massive thighs, and our
hands caressed his pants legs tenderly. All I felt was hard flesh,
unyielding masculinity, and my hand kept on moving up, up, toward
that uncoiling boa. Since I was on his left it was closer to me,
but Veronica's hand moved a little quicker and she got hold of it
first. She closed her fingers about it through the cloth of his
pants and began to rub it, which left nothing for me to grab.
"Give me some!" I demanded. Veronica shook her head and kept
rubbing his cock. There was only one way to get my share and that
was to go through his fly. I unzipped him in a flash and my hand
dove down into his pants. I had to grope about for a bit before
my hand got past his underpants but then I had him by the balls
and Veronica lost her grip. "Jesus, it's very big!" I said,
talking to myself. It was half hard already and when my fist
closed around his stalk it rapidly thickened into a hard, hot rod.
Veronica undid his belt and pulled his pants down a way to get her
share. Both of us had forgotten about the rest of him. Only his
cock fascinated us. And when it rose out of his crumpled
undergarments, we both said: "Ooooohhhh!" like two little girls
witnessing a fireworks display for the first time. Eight, maybe
nine, inches of heavily veined cock rose out of all that textile,
the brown skin drawn taut, turning a dark pink half an inch before
his glans. And that knob, what a delight it was to behold! It
seemed to be straining to contain itself and it was made expressly
to be licked, of that we were both sure. Our heads moved toward
the helmet-shaped crown and our tongues touched down on it
together. Now we were no longer rivals but partners. His cock
was big enough for the both of us!
Harry immediately made himself more comfortable and let out a
groan of happiness as our tongues continued to twist and spiral
around his sensitive knob. When the tip of my tongue pushed down
into the tiny slit on top he began to sigh deeply; but that may
have been due to Veronica taking his balls into her mouth. No
matter! We worked as a team, licking and sucking that big cock
until it gleamed wetly from his scrotum to the tip of his glans.
His pants were around his ankles, our tits pressed into his knees,
hands stroked over his hard, hairy flesh, fondled his heavy balls,
and Harry lapped it up like a sultan.
Once we were a little jaded with the cock's novelty, my
cousin and I began to pay more attention to each other. Both of
us opened our mouths wide and brushed our lips along the sides of
his dick in such a way that our lips made contact, a shivering,
sensual contact that made us eager for more. But the fact that
his cock towered between us only intensified our double-barreled
passion. We had to kiss around it and we had to fondle each
other's tits and ass without alarming the master. He didn't know
what was happening, so that wasn't much of a problem. His eyes
were closed, his mouth was slack, and deep, heartfelt sighs was
all we heard from him. We grew bolder, kissing each other
passionately and regaling his cock only with our cheeks and hands.
Much as I liked his stud body, there was something about
Veronica's soft sensuality that appealed to me more, and she
seemed to feel the same way.
"Hey, what's going on here!" Harry woke up to us all of a
sudden. "Are you playing at being lezzies!?"
"Oh no, just filling in time," Veronica said with ballbusting
acidity.
"What do you mean?" His offensive had been turned back on
him and he sat back to figure his confusion out in comfort.
"What I mean, dear heart, is that you're not doing your job.
When women start to make love to each other that means the man
isn't holding up his part of the bargain. Is that clear enough
for you?"
"Oh ... yeah, I see." He looked at us for a moment, taking
in our naked bodies, our entwined hands, our closeness, and as he
looked a change of expression came over his face. A small light
began to burn in his eyes, a pinpoint of light that gave him a
terrible appearance. I started to draw away from him, terrified
suddenly. "Yeah, I get the picture," he said hoarsely. "You two
bitches are trying to make a fool out of me. You want to tease me
and then you want to throw me out. Well, I don't play games like
that!"
"No, no, we didn't intend anything of the sort!" I said, but
Veronica nudged me to shut up. Harry grabbed hold of the armrests
and hoisted himself onto his feet. Every muscle was taut,
especially those in his jaws. His cock was no longer the nice
toy; it was a weapon, rock-hard, throbbing ominously above us, a
jousting lance and a pig sticker. I wanted to get the hell out of
there but it was too late. He grabbed hold of my hair with one
hand and dragged me across the room. Rough carpet chafed against
my skin, mad panic put all my senses out of action as I reached
for my cousin to rescue me. She jumped up and followed us but
Harry turned and pushed her face in. She tumbled back and tried
again. Harry picked me up in his powerful arms and took me into
the nearest bedroom, which happened to be the one belonging to
Veronica's parents. He threw me on the huge double bed so I
bounced about crazily, and when I came to rest he flung himself
upon me.
"Get out of this room!" I heard Veronica yell. "You can use
mine but don't mess up this bed!" The next sound was that of a
sharp slap, and now everything fell silent. Only his heavy
breathing reached my ears. I felt faint and distant. His heavy
body crushed mine into the soft bed, and there was something
hammering against my pussy. He felt so rough, so hard, like a
bull trying to mount me, but he had me pinned down and all I could
do was submit.
That battering seemed to be having the desired effect. I
felt my cunt muscles yielding painfully, a thick foreign body
entered my cunt; it bashed and pushed at my tender flesh, which
had gone dry with the panic, and all I could do was gasp. There
was no air left in my body. His dead weight had pressed it out of
my lungs and that battering down below kept me from taking a
breather. The desperation made me straggle in earnest. This
wasn't a game anymore!
"Get offffff!!" I gasped, twisting my body under his and
freeing my arms from his grasp. Harry must have been too
distracted by his efforts to get into my pussy because I succeeded
in sliding out from under him. But in a flash he was on top of me
again and now his loins smashed his cock into me mercilessly.
"Fucking bitch!" he hissed. "You wanna play, right! Well,
I'm playing, and how do you like it!" Bang, bang, bang! His cock
brutalized me, bullied my cunt into opening up a little wider, and
used that concession to drive his wedge ever deeper into me. This
was nothing like the gentle fucking of Uncle Eddie, let stand
Tim's passionate lovemaking. Harry was an out-and-out brute, a
latter-day King Kong! I started to scream but no sound emerged.
Nothing could stop him. I clung to his arms in despair and felt
the thick, bunched muscles ripple to deliver each stroke with all
his might. Half his weapon was up me now and my cunt was still as
dry as the desert. Tears rolled from my eyes and I looked over at
Veronica to see if there wasn't anything she could do. But she
was in a chair next to the bed, nursing half of her face and
looking fearful. We had invited a monster!
"Now I've got you!" he panted. His whole cock was up me and
I felt like choking. It felt like a broom handle and he kept
moving it about inside me until the pain was unbearable. I tried
to exclude him from my mind, to pretend that nothing was
happening. I closed my eyes, set my teeth, and thought of
pastoral scenes and childhood. Harry continued his rampage on top
of me but I was temporarily oblivious to it. The pain remained
where it was caused, the world faded from my consciousness. And
then, just as I thought I'd switched him off, a new sensation
crept through my defenses and disarmed me completely.
His cock slid along my cunt flesh more easily for some
reason, and his weight on me seemed to be stimulating my tits and
other secret parts of me. Pleasure, pure pleasure, snuck by my
mental block and infiltrated me until I had been completely
subverted. My hands didn't cling to him like those of a drowning
woman anymore, they started to explore and caress him! I hated
myself for it but what could I do? That brutal, pumping penis was
making me feel hot and alive all over! Now the juices poured out
of me and lubricated my cunt so much that every back stroke
sounded like a boot pulling out of the mud. Harry noticed the
difference, and how could he not with my loins banging up against
his so ardently, my nails raking the skin of his back and my teeth
in his ear lobe? And as a result he started to throw his full
body weight into every stroke. "Yeah, you like it now, huh?" he
panted. "Fucking slut! Go on, spread 'em, open your cunt right
up, I'll fill it full of hot meat, bitch!" And I obeyed him! My
legs flailed through the air to wrap themselves about his waist,
opening my cunt up so far that he had room to move about in me.
His cock stirred and thrust, changed angles, idled, flurried, and
sent me around and around the bend.
I happened to glance in Veronica's direction, and she'd had a
change of attitude too. Now she sat with her legs drawn up on the
chair, well-parted, and both hands at her crotch, masturbating in
time to the pounding fuck Harry dealt out to me. Knowing that she
was with me gave me a terrific boost. I sailed headfirst into a
wild orgasm and then Harry made me pull my legs back until my
knees were against my shoulders, just so he could hunch over me
and give me more loving. That did it! When his cock plunged into
my slurping, distended pussy from above I let go of the last of my
reservations and just let him shove me from one realm of ecstasy
into the next. There was no resistance. It was as though there
was no return either. The orgasms ricocheted through my body
until it was almost painful, and still his cock drove home every
long stroke. His sweat rained down on me, his grunt and pants
were music to my ears, and the uncomfortable position in which he
kept me cramped only added to my bliss. My whole body felt like a
face that's laughed too much and still can't stop.
At last Harry let go of his cream and what a load it was! As
it splashed against my womb's entrance we both let out a cry of
passion, his cock moved even faster, frantically galloping to the
finish, all the while squirting out powerful gusts of hot sperm.
And then, gradually, he slowed down to a canter, a trot, and then
a dead stop. "Holy Jesus!" he gasped, rolling off me. "That was
terrific!"
"Oh yesssss!" I sighed, snuggling up to him.
"You got some left for me?" Veronica asked. She sat on the
bed next to him but her hands didn't miss a beat. Harry didn't
answer her, so she lay down and continued to jerk off in her own
expert way. I watched lazily from behind Harry's heaving chest.
Her fingers played her pussy like it was a guitar, rubbing,
rotating, penetrating, rubbing it some more, but no matter how
well she did herself she didn't seem able to get off the ground.
Now and then she'd lift off a little way, jerking her loins up and
down, breathing harder, fingering intensely, but the moment would
pass and she would taxi on. I began to feel sorry for her. My
body hummed like a newly tuned engine, whereas her motor ran on
half the pistons. Couldn't Harry do something about this?
I asked him. Harry opened his eyes, blinked, and looked
around to see what my cousin was doing. "Oh Christ, look at
that," he said to no one in particular. "You're really a slut,
Veronica. Girls aren't supposed to do that!"
"Put out or shut up!" Veronica said through clenched teeth.
"You see what I mean?" Harry looked at me with indignation.
"She's bad through and through. What she needs is a good lesson!"
"Yes, that's what I need. Are you going to give it to me?"
Harry was a ponderous fellow, not too bright, but bright
enough to know the rules of the game. He threw me a slow wink and
turned over on his side to face Veronica. His hands removed her
hands and in place of her slender fingers he started to apply his
own stubby, strong digits. The change in her behavior was
startling. The moment his fingers slipped into her pussy her body
arched tautly and she started to puff and wheeze as though she was
in the middle of being fucked by a duet of dicks! Her enthusiasm
infected Harry. That thick cable of cock reclining on his thigh
sprang to life, wavering briefly before standing up like a cobra
to a fakir's fife. "Suck it," he said curtly, and Veronica
hurried to do his bidding. But in the same motion she twisted her
body around so her pussy was within biting distance of his mouth.
Harry took the hint, or bait, and in no time at all they were
locked in the most intimate embrace of all. Now it was my turn to
be on the outside looking in. Their sucking sounds, their obvious
pleasure, and my imagination made me so horny that I felt like
throwing my cousin out of the window so I could have this hulking
brute all to myself once more.
Instead I retreated to the chair in which Veronica had
witnessed my rape, and assumed the same position, legs drawn up,
both hands toying with my cunt. How they relished each other!
Veronica had his whole cock down her throat. She looked strained
but she wouldn't retreat no matter how hard he fucked her mouth.
And he burrowed in between her legs like a madman. I could
literally feel his tongue urging and pushing inside the pink
flesh, snaking upward, licking at the most erotic areas and
sucking up the juice. My hands grabbed hold of my pussy all the
harder, trying to subdue the mad urges rising down there. His
cream still dripped out of me periodically in thick globules, and
I caught each one to bring it up to my mouth and lick it up
slowly. It flavored my masturbation somehow, just as their
lovemaking intensified it. Gestures that normally didn't make my
cunt flinch now assumed a reverberating efficacy that made sitting
in a chair a precarious business. I rocked from side to side, my
hands nipping at the clitoris, digging into the yawning hole,
pulling at my labia, and doing my utmost to contain so much
pleasure. On the bed in front of me my cousin and the stud were
unbending to take a more conventional position, the missionary
one.
I watched closely as he mounted her. Harry only had one way
of entering a woman, and that was to knock until the door fell off
its hinges. I watched Veronica writhe and strain in pain but she
knew what to expect afterward and was much more relaxed than I had
been. His buns flexed with every thrust, giant muscles
contracting to lend power to his cock, to drive it in like a
sledgehammer drives home a spike. I was shivering, desperate,
spit drooled from my slack lips, all I was able to do was to keep
my eyes focussed on the place where his cock appeared in the
shadow now and then.
It was only empathy, but it had me flying! Veronica and I
might as well have been identical twins experiencing sympathetic
pleasure. When she moaned, so did I; when her cunt slurped, so
did mine; and when she almost passed out with sheer bliss I melted
off the chair and landed in a fluid heap on the ground. I
couldn't see much from that angle but it no longer mattered. I
had all the fuel I needed to make a round trip to heaven all by
myself. My fingers dove, plunged, fiddled and teased, now on my
tits, then my pussy, caressing the cheeks of my ass or my inner
thighs, perfectly coordinated, working me over until I was
breathless with it all. Above me the bed squeaked. I had rolled
under somehow. Now I couldn't see anything but the underside of a
mattress supported by a network of springs, all undulating
majestically, while the sounds of fucking resounded through the
room from all sides. When I closed my eyes it was as though I was
in the center of an orgy, and everyone watched me as I fingered
myself from behind and twisted my body around to get more of my
finger (fingers) into that demanding, drooling cunt hole. What a
feeble substitute fingers were for cock; but what fun they could
produce nevertheless!
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Veronica and I screamed. OH JEEEEEEEEEE-
SUSSS! OH, THAT'S WONDERFUL, YES, YES, OH HARRY!" That was
Veronica only. My orgasm peaked suddenly and left, I was drained,
spent, and very tired. But the bed kept on shaking and Veronica
kept on yelling. "OH FUCK ME, FUCK ME, YOU ANIMAL! YOU'RE SO BIG,
A HORSE, FUCK ME HARRY, ONE MORE, ONE MORE, OOHH MY GOD! YES,
HURRY NOW, HURRY, YES, YES, YES, AAAAUUUUGGHHHHH!!" Then her
cries went down to a whimper, high-pitched little moans, and what
sounded like sobs. The bed kept rolling along. Harry couldn't be
stopped. He was a steamroller turned loose, and after a minute or
so I could sense Veronica's contentment giving way to uneasiness.
"That's enough baby, you've done me in," she said gently.
"Come on, let me get on top so I can make you blow."
"Stay there, bitch!" he panted. Up, down, up, down, the
rhythm was becoming monotonous. I crawled out from under the bed
and took a look. There he was, fucking like a bull on automatic
pilot. It didn't seem as if he was enjoying it so much. He just
wanted to make a point.
"Please Harry, you're the greatest, but stop! You're tearing
me open!"
No answer. He continued to fuck, much to Veronica's despair.
In the end she shrugged and lay as still as a block of wood with
resignation written all over her face. Harry kept pounding away.
Veronica closed her eyes and pretended to nap. Harry didn't
notice. She had, as it turned out, outsmarted herself. By
relaxing she made herself vulnerable to his rampaging, and before
either of us knew what was happening she was off again, moaning,
frothing at the mouth, writhing under the brute. It was a
beautiful sight but my view of it was wholly objective. If I so
much as touched my cunt it sent bolts of pain through me. So
Veronica had her second major climax all by herself, and soon
after Harry surrendered. The lion roared and turned into a lamb.
Now that his bolt was shot he clambered off his prey and lay on
his back to recover some strength.
"Thanks a lot, Harry," she said a few minutes later. "But I
really think you ought to be getting home now. My brother is due
home at any time and you know how it is."
"Oh ... er, sure, yeah, I'll go." He looked bewildered by
this sudden change of pace but obediently dressed and left the
house.
"Good," she said when the door closed after him. "Harry is a
great lay but as a conversationalist he's a bomb. Did you enjoy
it?"
"It was great," I said, getting back into my clothes very
carefully so as not to hurt my box. "What do you have lined up
for me next?"
"A worthy oriental gentleman," she said, "and that's all I'll
tell you."
Chapter 4
Sunday morning. For some reason I woke up horny as a bitch!
After Harry's powerhouse pounding I thought I'd never need another
dose of sex, but I'd underestimated my pussy's recuperative
powers. It itched subtly with longing for more carnality, a
longing that no amount of masturbation could satisfy.
It was sunny and fresh outside. The morning air wafted in
through my open window and I thought of climbing into Veronica's
room for breakfast. I was too comfortable in my own bed, though.
It was a real tussle between creature comforts and creature needs,
and while the battle raged on in slow motion, my father called out
from his room to ask me to pick up the Sunday paper from the
porch.
"Okay Daddy." I slipped on a nightie over my nakedness and
tripped down the stairs to get the paper for him. On the way up
my mother passed me to go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast.
Sunday breakfast was a big occasion in our house. She always
whipped up large batches of pancakes, bacon, and eggs and when it
was all set out on the table along with the coffee, she called us
down to join her. Tim came out of his room and went downstairs to
help her. He and Mum were very close but he only helped her when
he was in an exceptionally generous mood.
My father lay on his side of the bed with the bed-clothes
arranged neatly up to his waist. The deep tan he'd acquired in
the Virgin Islands some weeks earlier still lingered, and when he
sat up to receive the papers I couldn't help but marvel at his
physique. His stomach was still flat and hard, greying hairs grew
in a small clump in the center of his chest, his shoulders were
broad and smooth, and when he reached for the papers his muscles
rippled ever so slightly, just enough to indicate his strength.
At once my imagination leapt back to the shower incident and
filled in the missing details: his narrow hips, the large brown
appendage dangling from his belly, the strong thighs. The itch
deep inside my pussy was no longer subtle. It was downright crude!
"Come on, lie down next to me a while," said Daddy, patting
the bed beside him. "In a few days you'll belong to another man
and you'll never be my girl again."
"Don't be silly," I said, moving over toward him and
embracing him fondly. "Nothing ever comes between a girl and her
father."
"Not even the sheets?" Dad laughed at his own joke and hugged
me back. "It's a strange feeling, though," he said soberly. "I
keep thinking about when you were little and you'd run into our
room every Sunday morning. Do you remember? We used to wrestle
and play until we were all tired and we'd have a second sleep, the
four of us. And now ..." He looked very sad and I decided he
needed to be cheered up.
"We can still wrestle," I said, jumping up and straddling his
hips to grab hold of both his arms and pin them back. "There's no
law saying dads and daughters can't wrestle beyond age five, is
there?"
"Only the law of the jungle," said Dad, and he pretended that
I was as strong as he. We pushed and pulled at each other,
laughing, running out of breath. He could have thrown me off the
bed at any time, of course, but he wanted to play. Strange things
were happening in my mind as we wrestled. I kept seeing his face
in different ways. One moment he was my father, familiar,
trusted, second-nature; the next he was a complete stranger, and
then he was handsome, strong, sexy! I began to fight harder as if
to dispel these switching illusions. He fought harder in return.
Our faces were perilously close together. I got the feeling that
a kiss was prevented only in the nick of time.
And then something else happened. As one we became aware
that the father-daughter relationship was crumbling faster than
either of us could handle. There was a reason for this: my
nightie had slipped up over the tops of my thighs so that my pussy
was showing; and, worse, my cunt was hard against his cock.
Daddy's cock was as hard as it had been the other day and it lay
back so that the groove of my cunt fitted over it neatly. We
stopped wrestling and for a moment our eyes met with a question.
I wanted to stop. Panic seized me. It was bad enough that I was
fucking my own brother but now my father? What could be next, my
mother?
A tremor ran through me and that thought was blocked out at
once. We sat frozen in our position. His cock throbbed against my
naked cunt and I realized that I couldn't pull away. I had to
have more of him even if that only meant contact without
penetration. What was Daddy thinking? It was impossible to tell.
Without thinking any further I started to slide back and forth
over his cock, pushing down a bit harder so that my cunt would
open up to him. It was up to him to say no now, but he didn't.
He half closed his eyes and held me around my waist. He didn't
mind!
A thrill surged up from my belly. Now that he'd approved I
could face that one of my most intimate fantasies was in the
process of being realized. That thick hard cock slithered along
the inner flesh and chafed at my clitoris deliciously. How
different it was! My father's cock, the one that had given me
life, was mine for the moment. Mother was in the kitchen, brother
was too, and here were Daddy and I doing what was taboo!
Neither of us said a word. The only sound was that of our
heavy breathing. It wasn't easy to keep my pussy moving regularly
and in a straight line but if I wanted to satisfy him that's what
I would have to do. The idea of his satisfying me didn't even
occur to me. I only wanted to make him happy. And, to judge by
the expression on his face, I was doing a good job of it. His
eyes were still partly open but I couldn't see them through his
eyelashes. I figured he was probably gazing at my tits, bouncing
up and down stiffly under my nightie. In a moment's boldness I
took the garment off and flung it away from me so he could enjoy
my body in full. At once he reached out with one hand and
caressed my tits, slowly, ever so slowly, as if he was trying to
recapture something. I remembered Uncle Eddie telling me how much
I resembled my mother at that age. Was that what was going
through Dad's mind? I felt hurt by that idea. Couldn't he love
me for myself? I wanted him to. I would break through his
fantasies and establish myself!
I moved back off his cock and continued to back up until my
mouth was hovering over his erect cock. Dad's hands made to pull
me back but they didn't try too hard. Nestled between his legs,
my hair falling over my face, my body hidden for the most part, I
could be anyone at all. And that's what I wanted him to see, just
a woman taking his cock into her mouth for the best blow job he'd
ever had. At first I felt an amateur's lack of confidence. Could
I really do this much cock justice? But then the heavy glans
rested against my pursed lips and I opened my mouth wide to admit
it, and from there on it came to me naturally.
I took it nice and easy. Dad had consented this time around
but would he ever let me take such liberties with him again? I
had to make the best of this blow job to drink in all I could get
of him. Slowly my tongue moved along the warm rubbery surface of
his knob, round and round until he was wet all over. Then, opening
my lips just enough to take in the tip of his knob, I pushed my
head down over him hard to make his cock penetrate me forcibly.
It was a delicious sensation to feel him sliding down my mouth, my
throat, his cock so thick, powerful, pulsing with life. Dad
didn't move and that was the way I liked it. This left me to do
all the work. I caressed his ball bag with the tips of my
fingers, sucked on his glans for a few minutes, then abandoned it
to go down on his balls and suck them in. His body was rigid but
it wasn't because he was holding back. Tremors made him shaky,
thrilling like a taut wire that's been struck, and when I suddenly
took his whole cock into my mouth I thought he was going to erupt
for sure. But no, Dad was an experienced married man; he knew how
to hold back. And I let him recover his poise because I was far
from satisfied.
After that brief, suspenseful interval I continued to work
his cock over with tongue, lips, and teeth. I suckled it in my
warm spit, bit into it ever so finely, I licked it from head to
toe, loving it passionately. And Dad just lay there. I could
tell he was as happy as I was but he didn't know how to show it.
Even though we were naked and making love, we were still shy
toward each other. Well, all the more time in which to suck, I
thought and plied his long stem with the best my tongue could
muster. From downstairs came the faint sounds of rattling cutlery
and the slam of an oven door. Mum was keeping the first batch of
pancakes warm. Her smug domesticity accentuated the raw sexuality
of what Daddy and I were doing. His cock poked down my throat as
his hairy loins moved restlessly under the stress of his
excitement. His hands were on my head to hold me down and I
wanted him to push harder so his cock would be lodged down my
gullet for keeps. I was greedy, hungry, horny, and the more cock
I could get the more my body came alive. Then his hands began to
pull at me. I peered through the curtain of hair to see what was
on his mind, and noticed that he was moving over to his side and
reaching to bring me over toward him. "Oh Daddy!" I cried without
taking his cock out of my mouth. I shuffled over at once and
presented my runny cunt to his mouth. This was an unexpected
bonus!
Things became a little hazy after that. I sucked his dick
and he ate out my pussy and it felt as though the two of us were
entwined and rolling about in a maelstrom of ecstasy. The details
were lost, all I knew was that my cunt was on fire and Daddy was
pouring oil on it. On occasions I felt a twinge of fear as I
thought of Mum coming in and discovering us in this compromising
position. But at the same time the fear fed the fires and I
attacked his cock with all the more verve so that she would see
what a woman her little girl had grown into.
Daddy stopped eating me when he neared his peak. He pushed
me away and I devoted all of my attention to his dick. I had my
ass toward his face, my knees at either side of his waist, and
when I took all of him into my mouth my nose brushed along his
balls. His hands feebly caressed my pussy but most of his
attention was fixed on what my mouth was doing to his cock. He
seemed to be expanding, growing harder, so much so that I could
hardly contain all of his masculinity. A little more and his
prize would be mine! I sucked his knob and jerked his stalk,
tickled his balls and even caressed his asshole with one finger.
Not long now. I could hardly wait! Please, don't let anyone
interrupt! I prayed. The first droplets shot out, whetting my
taste buds and bringing down more saliva. And then, just as my
teeth sank playfully into that smooth band of skin below the
awning of flesh, a burst of sperm blurted from his straining cock,
a burst so voluminous that it filled my mouth in an instant. It
cost me all the self-control I had not to cough and splutter!
More followed before I could swallow properly. Daddy was twisting
about, hoisting his loins to loft his sperm deep down my throat,
and I struggled to put away each load before the next one arrived.
Hell, how long had it been since he'd fucked Mum? He just
wouldn't stop! One wave after another, salty-whey, creamy-smooth,
rolling down my throat so easily that I didn't have to swallow
anymore once I'd caught up. And from there on it was a matter of
holding his cock between my lips and letting him transfer his
cream to me.
Downstairs Mum and Tim were setting the table and talking
about something. The smell of coffee and cakes wafted up. I
rolled off my father and lay on my side, holding his cock in my
mouth so I could enjoy its final act. The hardness gave way to a
soft quality, turning his cock from a weapon into a toy. It
shriveled up and rested in my mouth docile, as a lamb. I wanted
to stay there forever within the aura of his strong masculine
smell, just suckling his cock and stroking his balls and his
belly. But suddenly he pushed me away and told me to put on my
nightie. "Time for breakfast," he said, his eyes elsewhere. "Let's
not keep your mother waiting. And brush your teeth before you go
down."
"Alright Daddy." He was so brusque. What had I done wrong?
I tried to find the answer on his face but he wouldn't look at me.
Hurriedly he put on his pants and shirt, slipped into a pair of
sneakers and went downstairs. I brushed my teeth and dressed, and
when I joined the rest of the family I found Dad standing close to
Mum by the stove. He was flirting with her, patting her ass and
whispering things into her ear, the kind of act he put on when he
was in really good spirits. Mum loved it, of course. She got all
coy and silly when he came on to her like a horny boy. I figured
he was trying to tell me something rather than her, but I couldn't
help feeling jealous.
We sat down to eat, Mum and Dad sitting right near each
other, Tim drawing his chair close to mine. Dad paid no attention
to me at all, and Tim did the opposite. He couldn't stop engaging
me in conversation, and in the meantime his hand searched for mine
under the table. I withdrew irritably. Nothing appealed to me,
not Tim, not the oriental Veronica had lined up for me in the
afternoon; only Daddy had the vibrations that brought life to my
pussy, my nipples, my belly; and Daddy was taken.
I was in two minds about whether to go to Veronica's place or
not. What the hell, I'd had my share for the day. She could
handle him all by herself, anyway. But while I thought about it I
bathed, groomed myself, and since I'd done all that I figured it
would be a waste not to go. I went by way of the sidewalk this
time and rang the doorbell just like a real guest. Veronica's
younger brother, Ned, answered the door.
"Hi Jackie, how have you been?" he said brightly. Ned liked
me. He was a nice kid, I thought as I made my way up the stairs.
Sixteen, frisky, eager, and very good-looking, he seemed ready to
make his debut into the world of sex. At least, whenever he saw
me he became very agitated and I knew that that was a sign of
confused lust. He wanted me but didn't have the slightest idea of
how to go about it. Well, his sister would teach him one day. I
walked into Veronica's room and wished it was all over already.
She was alone, sitting on her bed against a mound of pillows
and reading a heavy book. As usual she had on casuals: cut-off
jeans, halter top, nothing on her feet, and her hair never needed
combing. Just like a boy, I thought. "Well, where's the stud of
the week?" I said, throwing myself down on the bed and staring up
at the ceiling moodily.
"He's a little late," she said. Her mood wasn't so great
either and I asked her why. "Oh, it's Ned, the little fuck won't
leave the house, I offered him a couple of dollars to go see a
movie but he's so stubborn! Hell, what are we going to do with
him around? He's always nosing about in other people's business."
She threw down the book and paced up and down in her room,
frowning angrily. "Little brothers are a pain in the ass!" she
muttered.
"He's got a right to stay home," I defended him, "and anyway,
if we lock the door what can he see?"
"What can't he hear? Besides, he could climb up on the tree
and get a grandstand view. Hey Ned!" she yelled suddenly, heading
for the bedroom door. "I'm giving you five seconds to get out of
the house. If you're not gone by then I'll beat your brains out!"
"Try it," he answered from below. He had a point. A year ago
Veronica could have done it but Ned had grown up rapidly. She
knew it, too.
"Perhaps we should call Michael up and tell him not to
bother," she said
"Michael?"
"Michael Wong," she explained.
"Perhaps you should. Listen, Veronica, I've had enough.
There are only a couple of days left before the wedding and there
isn't much more that you can show me. So why don't we just forget
it and take a break."
"You think you know it all, huh? Well, maybe you do. Why
should I give a damn? Okay, go home." She was really mad and I
wanted to make it up with her before I left. After all, she had
put herself out for my sake. But just as I was about to console
her the bell rang. Ned opened the door for whoever it was, and a
little later an oriental man poked his head around the bedroom
door.
"Veronica? Hi, sorry to be late. You must be Jackie. You
are as beautiful as your cousin said you were." I liked the look
of him right away. He was tall and well-built, in a lean way.
The short sleeves of his shirt showed a pair of arms that were
slender but strong, with thick veins running down the upper arm.
He wore his hair long and had a thin moustache, which somehow made
him look mysterious and very masculine at the same time. Broad-
shouldered, alert, handsome, he dispelled our bad moods in a
second and had us chatting with him as if we'd known each other
for years. Ned kept peeking around the doorway, though, and that
threatened to upset Veronica all over again.
"Your young brother?" asked Michael. Veronica nodded and the
tall oriental understood the situation at once. He walked up to
Ned and introduced himself, then invited him to come downstairs
for a little chat. A minute later Michael was back without Ned.
"He agreed to go to the movies," said Michael.
"How did you talk him into it?" we asked.
"By means of a very ancient oriental art," he replied, "that
of threatening children."
I liked him better all the time. He was so composed, so sure
of himself, that I knew I could place myself in his hands without
any problems. Yet my bad mood prevailed like a cold current
running through a warm river. Michael must have sensed that
because he turned his full attention to me. "You look tense," he
told me, "and there really is no need to be. Please, take off your
shoes and I will relax you utterly."
"My shoes?" I gave Veronica a sidelong glance to see if this
was a joke she was in on. She looked just as puzzled. "Okay, but
I warn you now that I'm no fetishist."
"Everyone has problems," he shrugged. When my shoes were off
he made me lie down on the bed without any pillows under my head
so I had to stare up at the ceiling. He sat at the foot end and
rested the heels of my feet on his folded legs not far from his
crotch. The margin between me and his cock was very small indeed,
a fact that both aroused me and made me suspicious of his methods.
But he took both feet into his hands and started to knead them
slowly, firmly, and they came no closer to his cock.
It took me a while to appreciate what he was doing, but then
it crept up on me and took over. A warm, tingling sensation
spread up from my feet through my legs and right throughout my
torso, and wherever it went it relaxed all of my muscles, tendons,
sinews, anything that could be drawn taut. The slight headache I'd
had disappeared. The cold current was forgotten. I was one warm
semi-fluid shape, putty in his hands. "My God, Veronica, has he
ever done this to you?" I asked. "It's just too wonderful to
believe!"
"Michael knows a lot of stuff like that," she nodded. Since
he was busying himself with me she'd positioned herself by the
side of the bed and smoked a cigarette languorously. Her face
wore an expression of resignation, indicating that she expected to
have to wait for seconds again, like last time. That was unfair
and I knew it, yet nothing in me impelled me to stand up for my
cousin.
"Please, Veronica, don't look so left out of it," Michael
said. "Take off your clothes and lie on the bed next to your
cousin. I can make both of you happy."
"Okay!" She cheered up at once, jumped out of her clothes
and onto the bed and lay very close to me, one arm linked through
mine, with her legs wide apart. I was a little annoyed by this
intrusion because I thought Michael would have to divide his
attention between the two of us. But he was smarter than me.
Neither of his hands ceased to massage my feet. All he did was to
extend one leg between my cousin's so that his big toe touched her
pussy. And once it was in position he began to move that toe
round and round against her labia until they parted and admitted
the toe into the valley of the clitoris.
"Fiendishly cunning," I commented. Veronica just smiled and
shifted closer to that nimble toe. His toe must have had a lot of
movement in it because she got twitchy in no time. And all the
while those strong hands of his kneaded my feet. The warmth was
turning to heat and the pleasant euphoria was being converted into
pure lust. I wanted to urge him on to the next phase and I would
have had he not inspired so much confidence in me. Michael would
make his move when I was truly ready, not before, not after.
My confidence in him was justified. Those magic hands
suddenly shifted upward, only as far as my ankles but that was
enough for the time being. Everything was relative. If he had
started with my cunt there wouldn't be any next move to make. But
since he'd started on my feet every move was an exciting one! I
had never regarded my ankles as an erogenous zone, yet there it
was, climaxing ankles! His fingers dug into my flesh and bone,
massaging, kneading, caressing, titillating the nerve ends until
my legs started to shake uncontrollably. And he had also moved
toward me so that my feet rested squarely against his dick. He
was hard and that flattered me tremendously. It didn't occur to
me that Veronica's naked cunt might be exciting him. All I knew
was that he was making love to me; my cousin had faded into
irrelevancy.
Up and up, maintaining the same steady rhythm all the way
along my legs until his hands were within inches of my pussy. I
still had on my slacks and he was sitting between my thighs now,
with my feet sticking out in thin air. But I could see his face
now that he was so near, his handsome face looking down at my
crotch as if he could see right through the garment. What he
probably saw was the stain down there. My body throbbed with
passion and my cunt was dripping like it had sprung a leak!
Nothing had made me quite as wet ... save perhaps my father's
tongue. I longed for him to undress me and just as the longing
hit its peak he did. Still slow and easy in his movements, he
took off my blouse and slacks but left my panties until my
tolerance snapped. I reached down and started to tug at them
desperately. What was normally the easiest thing in the world for
me now became the hardest. I couldn't get my goddamn panties off!
They ripped in places but not far enough. Finally Michael took
them off for me and I heaved a sigh of gratitude.
"Eat me!" I whimpered. "Oh Michael, make love to me, I need
you so badly! I feel so strange, so wonderful, please fuck me!"
"In time," he nodded. "But first I must prepare you."
"I'm ready now!" I cried but he just shook his head. Veronica
was left to her own devices again as he squatted down between my
legs and reached out to my pussy. It quailed and drooled vulgarly
as soon as he touched it, and then his fingers started to play my
cunt as though it was a violin. He reminded me of a craftsman
plying his trade in the marketplace, sitting on his haunches, his
face implacable, his hands busy in contrast to the stillness of
the rest of his body. And what those hands did was art!
Delicate, nimble fingers caressed my pussy from one end to the
other and back again, inside and out, tickling, pinching,
squeezing, penetrating, never doing one thing long enough to let
me get used to it, always switching from one peak to another. The
warmth had turned to heat. Now the heat turned to roaring flames.
"For Christ's sake, fuck me!" I yelled hoarsely. This was unfair!
My cunt felt like a hot vacuum about to implode. "Fuck me,
Michael, I beg you, shove your cock up me, oh God, I'm going
crazy! Please, please, PLEEEEZZ!!!!"
My hands reached out like tentacles and tried to tear his
clothes off, to pull him down on me, anything to get more of him.
"Hold her still," he instructed Veronica. My cousin pinned down
both my arms and grinned broadly at me when I called her a traitor
and a bitch. Michael continued his erotic torture, toying with my
cunt, caressing all around it, fingering me, all without giving me
a chance at attaining to ultimate satisfaction. I couldn't even
see his cock or his balls! Why couldn't he at least take off his
clothes? It was unfair and I told him so. No answer. But he did
go down on me.
"Oooooohhhh yesssss!" I sighed, wriggling contentedly as his
tongue brushed along my belly in the vicinity of my cunt. Now he
would plunge that slithery, sensitive thing into my cunt and fill
up part of that burning vacuum to keep me from going insane! I
could hardly wait. His tongue was out and my cunt tried to track
it down and encircle it. But whenever I or it came close, he
dodged me nimbly and since Veronica kept a tight grip on my arms I
could hardly rape him vaginally. I had to lay there and take it
as he circled my cunt over and over with his tongue dragging
against my oversensitive skin, always skirting by my pussy lips!
"Don't do this to me!" I begged. "Oh Jesus, I need it so bad!
Please Michael, give it to me now!"
"Just wait," said my cousin. She adjusted her position so
that her knees held my wrists down by the sides of my head, and
now her cunt was inches away from my face. It hovered over me
like a spider about to pounce, or that's how it looked at first
glance. But as I kept staring at her cunt, so familiar now and
yet forever mysterious, it turned into a desirable, chubby pussy
again, barely covered by hair, wide open so that the pink inner
flesh bulged out at me and invited me to make a meal of it. I
raised my head to take the first bite quickly, thinking that she
might want to tease me as well, but Veronica wasn't the type to
delay gratification. As soon as my lips met hers she sank down on
me and fed me as much of her cunt as I wanted. Having a mouthful
of pussy distracted me briefly from my plight. Unhappily Michael
was far too good to let me escape it altogether.
He saw fit to start licking my pussy proper at this point.
The tip of his tongue flashed and flicked subtly at my clitoris,
lashing it into new frenzies of passion. Veronica ought to take
lessons from him, I thought. Here was a man who knew what cunts
were all about! His tongue writhed like a stuck snake, pressing
down on my clit as hard as it could, pushing it deep into its bed
of flesh and setting off bombs of ecstasy in me. "Now you're
eating!" I mumbled through the folds of Veronica's pussy. What he
gave me she got, too. As my passions mounted dizzyingly I bit
into her cunt as though it was a ripe, juicy fig, and Veronica
yelled in pain. Only under that yell I heard her shrill delight
and so I mauled her with lips and teeth until she was grinding her
cunt into my face so hard I couldn't breathe! Luckily she let go
of my arms during this orgasm and I was able to lift her off far
enough to let a little air stream in, or else she would have
fucked my face until I suffocated.
The room sounded like a soup kitchen. Smacking lips, long
slurps, sighs of satisfaction rang through the room. The smell of
olives suffused the air, small moans welled up, it was hot,
sweaty, and tense. His tongue wriggled deep inside me. It wasn't
nearly enough to satisfy me but enough to hold me down. Suddenly
he withdrew his mouth and left cool air to brush past the wetness
of my cunt so that I felt the loss all the more. I couldn't see
what was going on because Veronica kept her cunt pressed into my
face. I just hoped he'd be undressing.
I felt his nakedness as he resumed his position between my
legs. His skin was smooth as talcum, his flesh was uniformly
hard. Way down my leg I felt a stiff cock sliding along my skin.
I felt no hair, just his smoothness, his hardness. Veronica was
huffing and puffing on top of me, straining toward her next climax
the way a locomotive makes for the top of a steep hill. I had to
finish her off quickly. My tongue darted from her clit to her
hole and back, working at full speed until at last she went over
the top and collapsed over me like a house of cards. Right away I
gave her a shove that sent her rolling to the other side of the
bed and I sat up to see what my fine lover looked like.
He was beautiful! His milky brown skin took on the luster of
daylight and his hairless, muscular body rippled with every move
he made. I wanted to touch him all over and he didn't stop me
this time. My hands caressed the smoothness of his back,
shoulders, his hard, round buns, and they slipped in between his
buttocks to see if any hair grew down there. None at all. He lay
on his belly and ate my cunt during all this so I couldn't see if
he had pubic hair. I was too curious to wait for him to show me.
My hands slipped under his belly and reached for that part of him.
Smooth skin, nothing but smooth skin!
"Let me make love to you now!" I pleaded, not expecting him
to give way to me. Again he surprised me. He lay on his back and
nodded for me to go ahead. "You'll let me? Oh Michael, thank
you!" I did the rounds of his body first, licking him all over,
taking a quick suck of his cock, inspecting him, loving him, and
when my curiosity was satisfied I straddled his loins and guided
his long, slender cock into me. It was like an ivory dildo,
beautifully carved, and it slipped into my cunt as easily as if it
had been custom made for it. He was content at first to let me
do all the work. I bobbed up and down over him, working his cock
into different parts of my pussy until the worst itch had been
scratched. Then it was time to settle down to some serious
fucking!
I lay on top of him and placed my legs on top of his so that
his cock was trapped not only in my pussy but also between my
thighs. I kissed him with passion and thrust my tongue into his
mouth, clung to him, and undulated my whole body so his cock would
enter me deeply. And Michael kissed me back but held still for
the rest. I worked off all that excess energy, that pent-up
frustration, banging my belly against his, holding his cock
securely between my slippery lips, and he loved it! He waited
until I couldn't go on. My back hurt, I wasn't getting the right
amount of penetration, so he rolled us both over and took over the
wheel.
Now his cock dove deep into my cunt, down, down, down, till
it touched bottom. That set me off right away. The next stroke
seemed to go even deeper and the stroke after that was headed for
my throat from the wrong end. He fucked beautiful, long, driving
strokes, given an extra hitch by a snap of his ass. I settled in
for the finale, convinced that this was his last act. For a while
it looked as though I was right. He started to gallop, and that
was part of a routine with which I was at least familiar. Harder
and harder, sticking his dick into me so deep that I felt it
between my lungs! Any moment his sperm would fill me up, and in
preparation for that moment I started to work at getting off. The
expectation, the foreplay, his powerhouse fucking, all elevated me
up to the springboard, and from there I jumped to arch gracefully
through the blue skies to land in a pool of joy. I heard myself
cry out gibberish and compliments to him. Next would come his
grunts, his frantic crescendo ... but no, he kept on plugging away
at the same pace!
He rolled us over again and I found myself on top of him,
trying my best to remember what to do. While I contended with my
post-orgasmic daze Michael took over again. His hands grabbed
hold of my hips and began to move me back and forth slowly so that
his cock banged about inside me like a clapper in a bell. That
was fun but not nearly as much as I was about to get. He
increased the speed of his movement, moving me back and forth
faster, faster, more violently, shaking me like a rag doll, until
my head hurt and my eyes bugged out. But how delicious that felt!
His cock moved about inside my cunt and touched on all the
unexplored bases, rattling around in there while I was in his
strong hands. He was sweating and grunting and his hips moved up
and down while his hands moved me to and fro. The motion soon got
the better of me. Under a barrage of screams I came, came, came
again, and he kept shaking me until the last climax had rolled
away into the distance. Then, with obvious reluctance, he
squeezed the cheeks of my ass together to put pressure on his
cock, and brought himself undone inside me.
Veronica lit cigarettes for the both of us and observed us
with a quiet smile. "Didn't I tell you he was great?" she said to
me as if he wasn't right next to me. "He knows what to do with a
woman. And you weren't going to stick around for him to come by,
right?"
"Nobody's perfect," I countered feebly. Nonetheless, her
words struck a cord in me: if I had given in to my listlessness I
wouldn't have had the best Sunday afternoon in my life.
Chapter 5
I went to sleep very early that Sunday night and woke late
the next morning when the doorbell rang insistently. The family
was out again. Yawning I got out of bed, threw a robe over my
naked body, and went downstairs to see who was bothering me.
"Jackie, let me in!" The bell rang, a fist pounded on the
door, and a familiar voice shouted. Halfway through a yawn I
realized who it was: Frank! "Let me in, I have to talk to you!"
"Wait a second, Frank, I'm not decent!" I ran back upstairs
and put on shorts and a T-shirt for the sake of decency ... or
self-protection. Then I opened the door and let him in. My
fiancé looked like a different man. Gone was the clean-cut
polish, the poise and the self-confidence. There were rings under
his eyes, his hair was tousled, and he looked very nervous for
some reason. "My goodness, look at you!" I exclaimed after
pecking him on the cheek. "Where have you been? Have you been
playing around or something?"
"What?" He looked at me blankly for a second, then shook his
head. "Playing around. That's a laugh." He sank down in the
nearest chair and held his head with both hands. "Do you have any
coffee? I feel awful."
"Sure." I made him some and sat in the chair opposite him.
"Now what's the trouble, honey? Is something wrong?"
"I guess you could say that." He took a swallow of his
coffee and set the cup down. "Jackie ..." He paused, swallowed,
and tried again. "Jackie, listen, I know I said a lot of rash
things in the car the other night ... a man gets carried away ..."
Now it was my turn to get nervous. Was he trying to tell me that
he no longer wanted to marry me? I began to see Frank in a very
different light, no longer a Joe College with big prospects, but
as a man whom I loved in my own way. I felt the blood rush from
my face and I moved over to his side to hold his hands while he
tried to continue.
"It's just that ... well, we agreed that there'd be no sex
before marriage between us but Jackie, I ... I can't take it any
more! For the last three nights I've not been able to sleep. My
body longs for you, I think of nothing and no one else, I want
you!"
Whew! That was a relief. Now I knew I could handle the
situation. "Honey, no," I said gently, "we'd only ruin it. I
really appreciate that you want me so badly but you know yourself
we'll be glad for waiting when the time comes."
"I knew you'd say that," he said dully.
I felt a mixture of feelings: power, pity, pleasure, the
works. It was cruelly unfair of me, of course, to withhold what
I'd given away without a thought to others. But how sexy it was
to see a man lust for me so totally. I couldn't imagine the kind
of fantasies he must have been entertaining during those sleepless
nights, but they had to be potent if they could drive him out of
his bed to break down my front door! The poor darling! I hugged
him and told him gently that he shouldn't take it personally, that
I longed for him as much as he longed for me.
"If that's true we'd be in bed already," countered Frank.
"Well, what do you want? You want me to say okay, go ahead
Frank, do what you like with me?" He irritated me now, sitting
there all humble and wronged. "Very well, here I am Frank, take
me." I faced him squarely and dared him to make a move. The light
of hope lit up in his eyes, then faded as he realized how absurd
it was.
"You know that's not what I want. I want to make love to
you, to take you to bed with me, I want us to enjoy each other."
He threw his hands up in frustration. "Wow, I really screwed
things up. If I hadn't said anything about waiting we could be
doing all that right now." He looked at me searchingly and when I
didn't respond he grew listless. "Ah, fuck it, let's forget about
the whole deal. I'm going home. Don't bother to get a trousseau."
"Now you're being silly," I said softly, hugging him once
more. "You know I love you. It's just that I think it's
important that we start right now to execute all our plans, and
get off on the right foot. But if there's something else you want
... perhaps I could help you there?"
"Blow me?" His voice was that of a little boy asking for the
impossible, and when I nodded benignly he turned red with delight.
His fumbling fingers unzipped his pants and took out his half-hard
cock. I made him take his pants all the way off so I could do it
properly, and noticed that his balls were very heavy indeed. The
poor fellow had been true to me in every way, it seemed.
I felt calm and cool when I bent down over his cock, not
really involved, and even when his throbbing glans entered my
mouth it was as though I was watching it all in a movie. Frank
was so happy. He lay back on the couch and groaned loudly. That
put me off even more. What kind of a man was he to let me push
him around? Had I been he I would have had me draped over the
back of the couch by this time, my pants around my ankles and my
bare ass sticking up in the air, while ... but that was just my
fancy. Strangely enough it stirred me up to the point at which
that familiar warm, tingling sensation burbled up from my loins,
and since it seemed to work I continued the fantasy.
Wouldn't it be nice, I thought, if Frank was the aggressive
type? I could imagine how good his big cock would feel riding
into my pussy, with me under his laboring body, helpless, in
tears, getting fucked against my will by this brutal beast. My
eyes opened a little for a second and I saw that brutal beast
lying on the couch, purring like a kitten, so I closed my eyes
again and stepped up my dream. He had grown to a seven-foot
brute, covered in rough hair, and his cock was the size of a
baseball bat. Even that wasn't enough. His baseball bat wasn't
content with my cunt, it was up for a tighter hole. Those big,
clawed hands grabbed hold of me and flipped me over. Now I faced
him and I shuddered at the sight. He was drooling, gibbering, his
eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was in motion, eager to
fuck even while his cock throbbed in empty space. He made me
squat on the couch, high up enough to let him fuck me standing up,
and then, while I watched with bulging eyes, he brought the tip of
his gnarled, thick cock up to my asshole. His hands tore my
cheeks apart to open me up further, the tip slipped in a little
way but then it dropped out and moved back to my cunt. I tried to
sit on it quickly to divert him but he was a singleminded fanatic.
He wanted to fuck me up the ass! I begged him not to, told him
how I had trouble passing raspberry pits, all to no avail. Then I
pleaded with him to do it from behind so I wouldn't have to see
his horrible features. He just leered and thrust his cock at my
asshole so hard that he lifted me up bodily! The thrust sent a
part of his cock up my asshole and the pain was tremendous! I
screamed at the top of my lungs and he laughed all the harder.
The beast! The brute! Another inch, and another, and another, my
ass was threatening to split apart. With long, rude strokes he
brought his dick up me to the hilt. His claws dug into my ass
flesh, his bad breath brushed hotly past my face, curse words
spilled out of his mouth, I was a bitch, a whore, a slut, even a
motherfucker! Nothing was bad enough to describe me. And all the
while his cock banged away, pushing, shoving, sticking it to me,
and I kept on screaming!
"Yes, yes, OH BABY YESSSS!" His exclamations cut through my
reverie abruptly, "OOOOOOHHHHH SUCK IT, SUCK IT, IT FEELS SO GOOD,
COME ON, YES, YES, YESSSSSSSS ... OOOOOOHHHHHH BABY!!" It felt as
though someone had stuck a firehose into my mouth and turned the
tap on full blast. A load of sperm filled me, backed up on me,
and came cascading down my chin when I coughed in desperation.
More, more, more, great globs of hot cream, he made Dad look like
a twice-a-day masturbator! I couldn't take it, more was going
down my chest than my throat. Frank had his eyes tightly closed
and worked his dick into my mouth like a man possessed. For a
moment he approached the dimensions he'd had in my fantasy,
absolutely inconsiderate, out only for his own pleasure. I sucked
and swallowed as hard as I could, and at last he ran out of sperm.
That's how he ended, not with a bang but with a whimper, his cock
subsiding into infancy as it shriveled to a shadow of its former
self.
"That was beautiful," he sighed. "I'm only sorry you didn't
get anything out of it."
"I'm sure you'll make it up to me during our honeymoon."
"I promise." He left half an hour later and when the door
closed behind him I went into a real rage. That stupid son-of-a-
bitch! Didn't he know that he could have had me frontward,
backward, or upside down? Christ, what a clown! Every part of me
sparked with fury and lust. How could he lie down and take it
when he was supposed to give! I couldn't stay home by myself.
This was something that shouldn't be bottled up!
Via the tree limb I made for Veronica's room. It was empty.
I looked through the rest of the house and found no one, until I
came to Ned's room. He was still in bed, fast asleep. I closed
his door softly and took another tour of the house to be sure she
wasn't around. It would be so nice to talk with her about this.
Doubts made inroads on my mind. Was Frank the kind of man I
wanted? In the kitchen I found a note on the notice board, which
said that she wouldn't be back till early afternoon and for Ned to
make himself breakfast,
"Damn." I paced around indecisively, took one of her
cigarettes, and sat in the living room to smoke it. While I sat
there an idea occurred to me, a bright idea and an obvious one.
Since Veronica was out and her parents wouldn't be back for
another day or so, and since Ned liked me more than a first cousin
should ... why didn't I take advantage? It would be a great
experience to take on such an eager beaver. Yes ... yes, it was a
sound idea. I stubbed out the cigarette and tiptoed up the stairs
again. Ned was dead to the world. Again I closed his doors
softly but this time it was behind me. We were alone. Should I
undress? Or should I wake him up first? It wouldn't be fair for
him to miss out on any part of the proceedings, so I rolled back
the blanket. That left him with only a sheet. Ned lay on his
back, an arm folded over his face, the other by his side. In the
vicinity of his cock there was a strange lump in the sheet. It
resembled a teepee set on a rolling plain of white. I wondered
what it could be. The supporting mast twitched suddenly and then
I knew. Ned was asleep but he had a hard-on. That thrilled me to
bits! Now I hastened to take the sheet right off and expose that
eager dick. It wasn't big and it wasn't hairy, but what there was
of him was very tantalizing. His dick stood back at an acute
angle, bobbing regularly now, a pink, smooth digit that stuck up
from a virtually hairless ball bag holding two large eggs. My
mouth watered but I restrained myself.
"Hey Ned, wake up!" I whispered urgently. "You're all naked
and there's a woman in your room!"
"What! Holy shit!" He sat up and reached for the
bedclothes, which he pulled back over his nakedness. When he saw
me he blushed and angrily asked what the idea was. I shook my
head and pulled the blankets off him again. He didn't protest.
It was as though the meaning of my act was slowly dawning on him,
and he liked the idea. But he was far from certain as to what to
do.
"Veronica's gone out," I told him, "so I thought I'd come
over and help you with the breakfast."
"Oh, I see," he said vaguely. His mind was obviously
elsewhere. "Hey, listen ... now that you've seen me naked ... how
about if I see you naked?"
"What a bad boy you are!" I said tapping his erection with
one finger. "I'm going to tell your sister how naughty you are
when she gets home."
"That's fine with me, now how about taking off your clothes."
He was dying for me to show him my naked body and it flattered and
thrilled me no end. But I was compelled to tease him for a little
while before I gave in. And when I finally consented and stood up
to take off my clothes, Ned sat up in bed and watched me with eyes
as big as saucers.
I intended to do a slow strip for him, nice and sensual to
get him really on edge. But as soon as my blouse hit the floor I
knew the situation was no longer in my hands. Ned was on all
fours, crawling toward me along his bed and when he was close
enough he reached for me with both hands. I stepped back a pace
and he went crashing to the floor. But he didn't even stop to
dust off. Like a jack-in-the-box he was up and grabbed me about
the waist to drag me onto the bed. I protested laughingly, still
treating him like a kid. But when he started to rip at my shorts
I realized that there was a man in the making here.
"Take it easy, I'll take them off," I said. He didn't
listen. I just managed to undo the button and zip before he tore
them, and then they came off easily. Something in me cringed when
I saw the look on his face. He'd obviously thought of doing this
to me many times. And now that he had his chance he was
determined to let nothing stop him. I cringed and quailed and
loved every dangerous second of it. His cock was so hard it
looked about to burst. Soon it would be inside me to undo the
knots Frank had left there.
"I love you," he mumbled, caressing me all over. "Jackie,
Jackie, I love you, you're beautiful, I want you!" Whether he did
or not was beside the point. His hands were doing the real
talking. He wanted to touch every part of me, it seemed, because
they ran from my head to my toes and back again, covering each
spot on the way. At last he settled for my tits and pussy, one
hand rubbing both breasts, the other parting my cunt lips so he
could peer into me curiously. How charming, I thought, to be
loved by a boy-man. He wanted to fuck me but first he wanted to
see how it worked.
He expected nothing more from me than to lie there, and
that's just what I did. After Frank I needed a male who was
willing to indulge me. He touched and pried, squeezed and
fondled, and all those lovely sensations piled up in my belly,
redhot, simmering, just waiting for something to touch it off.
Ned kept muttering about love and such but I got the feeling that
he was acting out parts he'd seen in the movies. "You don't have
to talk Ned," I said softly, "just make love to me. Have you ever
done that?"
"Sure I have!" he said defensively, and I knew he was a
virgin. Still, he knew where to put it and that was all he needed
to know for the time being. He lay on top of me and started to
butt his cock against my cunt until I reached down and led him
into me by the nose, so to speak. He made me feel like such a
mature woman of the world that I had a tiny orgasm just from that.
Once his dick was deep inside my pulsing pussy he was off and
running. No subtlety, no technique, only the rat-a-tat pounding
of a cock gone mad. He huffed and puffed, fucking like a dervish,
unaware of me. And while he carried on I was climaxing left, right
and center. God, he turned me on! That taut, lithe body flexing
on top of mine, driving that berserk dick into my cunt at
lightning speed, just rubbed me the right way. I kept from
screaming out my ecstasy for fear of disturbing his rhythm, but it
was building up inside me and forced me to express it in different
ways such as digging my fingernails into his flesh, Ned was too
far gone to notice. It was a great relief to hurt him, to squeeze
him so hard that the blood leaked through those tiny lesions in
his skin. I clenched my teeth to hold back but it was no use. My
hands turned into talons and, starting from both sides of his
spine, drew away to leave behind ten bloody trails. The only
effect it had on him was to spur him on.
"Yeh, yeh, yeh!" I panted. "Oh Neddy, that's great, keep it
up, do it harder, yes, give it to me, give it to me, give it to
me, oh Jesus Christ Almighty, yes you little fucker!" Oblivious
to all my doings, he kept fucking at the same high level. It was
like a runner doing a one-mile spring! Would nothing slow this
boy down? The erotic friction inside my cunt was at the stage of
two sticks about to burst into flames. He moved so fast, so hard,
that his pubic bone battered mine relentlessly, first agitating my
clitoris into sheer bliss, then numbness, and then into a wholly
different form of pleasure, one which combined fiery pain and
flaming pleasure. Strings of orgasms rattled through my body, I
couldn't stop, he had me on the right plane and now he only had to
breathe on me to make me come. He wanted to come with me but he
was trapped in his own bottled-up lust. His panting grew
critical, he was sweating profusely, but his fucking never let up
for a second.
"Take a break, baby," I said at last. "You're going to hurt
yourself at this pace!"
"Wait!" he groaned. The whirling dervish was arrested in
midstroke as a gusher of hot cream erupted from his youthful
penis. He collapsed like a deflated balloon and lay on me like so
much deadweight, gasping for air and letting his sperm dribble
into my pussy. I lay still under him because I didn't want to
traumatize him in any way. The first one was so important. Ned's
breathing became more regular by the second until at last I
thought to check and see if he was still awake. I shook him but
he didn't respond. So I let him down off me carefully and fetched
a handkerchief which I wetted and used to clean his cock with. I
made sure the last traces of lovemaking were removed before I
gathered up my clothes, wiped myself down, and left his room. Now
the poor boy would never know if he'd been dreaming or if it had
really happened.
I was still grinning when I got back to my room. Who said you
can't have your cake and eat it too? A quick clean-up sufficed to
get me back to normal and I went downstairs to meet with the
family. The wedding was only a few days away now and my mother
had been working furiously to arrange all the details. Now they
wanted me to get involved. I wasn't really interested. Things
like white dresses and flower arrangements left me cold. However;
they insisted I should make some of the decisions, and so the
afternoon was spent discussing bridesmaids. My mother was in her
element. Plans of battle had been drawn up, the invitations had
been sent out, and pretty soon the house would be swarming with
relatives from all over. No matter how often I told her that a
nice, quiet wedding would be alright, she wouldn't listen. She
worked arm in arm with Frank's mother, of course, and both women
insisted on making life difficult.
After dinner Frank's parents dropped by and the discussion
went on unabated. I sat back trying to stifle yawns. What did it
all matter? Still, they meant well. Frank's father was an
interesting fellow, actually, and during the tedium I stole many a
glance at him. He was big, strong, his hair steel grey, combed
straight back and curling up just above the collar; his eyes were
pale blue and his face was that of an outdoorsman, tanned,
leathery, wrinkled in all the right places. I happened to be
sitting next to him and I couldn't help but enjoy his masculine
scent. He had on some kind of after-shave lotion but that only
complemented his real smell, one that reminded me of leather
again, and cigars and aged bourbon. With a bit of luck Frank
would grow up to look just like him.
At last the meeting broke up in a flurry of niceties and
cliches. God, I was tired of the whole business! I just wanted
to go to bed and wake up on the first day of the honeymoon. I
trudged up to my room and turned on the light to start getting
ready for bed. But as soon as the light went on there was a
scurrying sound outside and Veronica jumped in through the window.
"Aha, there you are! Come on, we've got a heavy date for
tonight," she said.
"Oh please, no!" I protested. "Look at my eyes, they're red!
Let me get some sleep!"
"Hey, remember who was reluctant yesterday even though I said
she would have a good time? And who had a good time?"
"Okay, okay, point taken." With a sigh I put my top back on
and followed her into her room.
"They'll be here presently," she said, sitting on her bed.
"They? How many people did you invite?"
"Only two. Tonight's the last night my folks will be out of
town so we have to make the best of it."
"I see. By the way, how's Ned?"
"Ned? He's okay ... although he was acting very strangely
today, come to think of it. He was in some kind of daze and
nothing I did could shake him out of it. Why do you ask?"
"No reason." The bell rang and Veronica darted out of the
room. Once more I found myself sitting on her bed with my breath
short and my face red. The suspense was killing me. What did she
have lined up this time, a couple of dykes, a husband and wife
team, or what? The answer came soon enough. Veronica entered the
room followed by two strapping black six-footers who looked at me
like they wanted to rape me on the spot.
"This is Derek and this is Eric," she said brightly. "They're
identical twins, the same in every details, except that I'd swear
Eric's is bigger than Derek's."
"That's not true," said the twin who had to be Derek. They
certainly did look alike, both muscular, square-jawed, and rugged-
looking, dark as the night and dressed in white T-shirts and white
jeans just to make themselves look all the darker.
"We'll soon have a second opinion." Veronica made them at
home and served drinks and cigarettes. "As you guys know, Jackie
will soon be a blushing bride and I want to make sure she's tasted
every pleasure in life before she commits herself to the connubial
grind. Do you think you can show her something new?"
"Unless someone's already done this for her, she ought to
find our double-barreled fuck interesting," said one of the twins.
"Of course someone's going to have to hold her while we do
it," the other added.
"Wait a minute," I said, "are you talking about what I'm
thinking? That is, by double-barreled do you mean ...?" I looked
at them in disbelief. "No, you couldn't, you've got me mixed up
with a veteran, right?"
"See, someone's going to have to hold her." Veronica was
sitting next to me but I didn't think she'd betray me. Yet she
did! Her arms closed about me and took me into a hold that I
couldn't possibly break. Eric and Derek were with her in a flash
and the three of them took off my clothes and laid me out on the
bed. I couldn't believe they were doing this to me, nor could I
accept that both these men wanted to fuck me at once. The pain
would be too much for me! I struggled maniacally, pulling loose an
arm here, a leg there, and immediately using the limb to kick and
scratch at them. They tried to subdue me but in the end one of
the twins said he needed a couple of ropes "to hold this bitch
down." Again Veronica betrayed me. She got several cords from
her parents' dressing gowns and the twins made good use of them to
tie me spread-eagled to her bed. I stopped struggling at that
point. The more I pulled at the ropes the tighter they became and
the more they hurt.
"You'll pay for this, Veronica!" I told her, but I was too
scared to put much conviction into my voice. The two black men
looked at their handiwork with wide grins, tested the ropes,
nodded, and started to undress. Now the tension really mounted.
With a bit of luck they wouldn't be too big to accommodate. But
when I saw their exposed cocks my asshole twitched in panic and
even my pussy contracted nervously and became as dry as a bone.
God, these guys were hung. Two black cocks hung down from hard,
flat bellies, two dropping, thick blackjacks that could swell up
at any moment to turn into billyclubs! "Please don't" I begged
them. "One at the time, that's the way I like my men, and I'd
love to do it with either one of you. But not together!"
"Hey, bitch, are you going to keep your mouth shut or ain't
you?" asked one of them viciously. "You just lie there,
understand, and we'll take care of business!"
"Veronica, help me!" She sat in her jerk-off chair and
watched impassively. Revenge would be mine! They told me to lie
on my side and when I did they lay down at either side of me.
There was no contact yet but already my skin crawled in
expectation. Their bodies were beautiful, that I couldn't deny no
matter how much they scared me. Broad shoulders, emphatic
abdominal muscles, deep chests, arms bulging with thick muscle,
narrow hips, strong legs, and cocks that were already filling with
blood and expanding beyond my worst fears. Now a hand came over
from the back and started to caress me slowly, running along my
side, the waist, the curve of my ass and down my leg. I began to
tremble. The twin in front of me did the same thing. His hand
covered my front, running gently along my tits and belly but
leaving my pussy alone for the time being. That would change, I
figured. Ordinarily this situation would have excited me beyond
the boundaries of sanity, but the threat that was being inflated
behind me took all the fun out of it.
Those black hands crept along my skin purposefully. I got
the feeling that they had done this many times before. I wanted
to cry and I wanted to scream but I did neither. If I had
screamed really loud my folks would have heard me because it was a
still night. But I couldn't ask them for help in this situation,
or at least that's what I told myself. Deep down, however, there
was a secret desire to undergo just such a painful torture. Those
fantasies I'd entertained during Frank's visit hadn't come from
nowhere.
Slowly, slowly, caressing me, coming closer, working their
massive cocks against the front and back of my legs. The black
man in front of me had his face almost against mine. His full,
sensual lips were parting slightly, just enough to show the pink
tip of his tongue as it lolled about in there ready to go into my
mouth. I shuddered and closed my eyes. He pressed his lips
against mine and opened them in the same movement. Then the first
intrusion took place. His tongue was unusually long. It drove
deep into my mouth to lap at my palate, my teeth, and to
intertwine with my tongue. Again I shuddered but now it was a
rill of pure bliss. It was all so ... obscene! The man behind me
had both my buns cupped in his hands and squeezed them in such a
way that his thumbs were creeping closer and closer to my asshole.
When they arrived at the spot his thumbs began to exert pressure
on my date, and I had to fight back an urge to wiggle my ass at
him. It was lewd, dirty, and I loved it!
So did my cousin. She wasn't content to sit in her chair and
look on so she got up and kneeled on the side of the bed to watch
more closely. There was lust in her eyes and her hands restlessly
touched various parts of her naked body as if looking for the
right one to trigger off a solo climax. The man in front of me,
whom I kept thinking of as Eric, had both his hands on my pussy,
the one holding it open, the other exploring it all over. Derek
at my back seemed to be trying to get both his thumbs up my tiny
asshole, and he was kissing the back of my neck passionately. They
were as close to me as they were going to get now, working their
powerful bodies against mine, kissing, fingering, and all I could
do was lie there with my hands and feet securely bound by the long
cords.
"Give that girl's head some support," Eric said to Veronica.
He didn't have to say any more. She moved in right away to rest
my head on her lap and Eric and Derek moved down some to
concentrate more on my orifices. While they slipped down along my
body and settled there to tongue and lick both my asshole and
cunthole, Veronica brushed my hair out of the way so that her
pubic hair met my cheek. All I needed to do was turn a little and
I'd be face down in her pussy but I was still mad with her for
arranging this surprise party. However, as the two black men
rimmed and ate me, that anger melted away into mindless sexual
passion, which took me to a point at which anything was fun! I
turned a little and rested face down in her lap, and she
obligingly cocked her pussy up at me so I could eat in peace.
At that stage the threat of anal penetration lost a lot of
its sting. Derek's tongue moved up and down my asshole easily,
wetting it and relaxing it, getting it to hang loose as much as my
pussy was doing. Eric sucked on my clitoris with devastating
expertise, which didn't help my morale. And then, as a last
development, I began to yearn for a big black cock up my ass! I
wanted it, needed it, craved it! In my mind's eye I could see
that dark dagger driving up my snow-white ass, boring a tunnel up
me, brutalizing me to the point of oblivion! I began to moan into
Veronica's cunt, moans which turned to gibberish apd then to
clear-cut statements: "Come on then, fuck me, you big studs! I
want it, I want it, give it to me. What's the matter? What are
you waiting for? FUCK ME YOU GODDAMNED ASSHOLES!"
"Hey, that's not nice," one of them said, and the next thing
I knew a hand came down on my ass with resounding force. The slap
stung all the way up my throat but instead of deterring me it
encouraged me to curse them out some more. Face down in
Veronica's lap, I started a harangue that made them beat my ass
with long, stinging blows, sharp pain shot through my body and
mingled with my aroused passion to drive me mad with frustration.
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH CHRIST I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, PLEASE,
PLEASE FUCK ME!!"
"That's better," they said and I felt them move up a bit to
get their cocks into position. I became very quiet, waiting as
they slipped their shells into the breach. Their cocks felt so
thick, so hard, especially the one at the back. My asshole
tightened with sudden panic but that couldn't stop him. As one
they shoved upward and a half an inch of cock burst past the
barriers. A pause, then another shove, and another, pushing in
unison from front and back driving their hard meat into my body
with such force that the air was expelled from my lungs. And each
shove pushed my face harder into Veronica's pussy, which pleased
her but almost suffocated me.
The shortage of air was a small problem compared with the
excess of cock. My asshole felt like it was about to burst and it
put such a lot of stress on my cunt's entrance that I could feel
the dividing membrane tearing apart! I began to cry out in agony
but they took no notice. In and out, each shove bringing more of
their cocks into my straining person.
"Okay, brother," I heard one of them say, and now their big
cocks started to batter me in all seriousness. The pain was harsh
and it spread throughout my body. I thought I would surely die.
But I thought of my fantasies and of how I had to look at that
moment, and that somehow got me over the pain. Two black men
labored to drive their cocks deep up my holes, their bodies
glistening with sweat, their hands grabbing at my tender flesh, my
cousin sitting with her legs wide apart, leaning against a mound
of pillows as she fed her pussy into my wide-open mouth to stifle
my screams. And I was at the center of all this lust, all this
passion, taking on two cocks that would have lasted normal women a
lifetime. Yes, Veronica had been right in arranging this little
party. I would never need sex on this scale again because I would
never forget what it was like in every detail. The chafing
sensation of that big dick in my ass, the way it pushed at secret
erogenous zones in that musky region, and the virility that went
into each stroke, thrilled me deeply. But once it was over I knew
I could live without it.
I drifted into a dense fog of passion which was kept dense by
the steady pounding of the two cocks. Nothing made sense anymore,
it was just one sensation piling up on another. It seemed as
though they would never stop and I didn't care. It was like being
on opium or something, suspended between life and death. The
cocks worked like pumps that supplied my body with life, and that
was all that was happening. When they came it was just an
additional sensation and when they pulled out it was no different.
They were gone by the time I came to. Veronica looked
concerned as she sponged my ass down. There was some blood and a
lot of sperm on the towel. "How do you feel?" she asked. They
didn't do any damage, did they?"
"No, none at all." I felt myself gingerly and as sore as my
pussy and ass were I knew they'd be alright in a few hours' time.
"No, it was really good actually. There was only one problem ... I
thought I was about to overdose on sex!"
"Really? Wow, that must be a great feeling!" she enthused.
"I guess so ... it certainly is when you surface on the right
side of it," I said.
Chapter 6
I woke up the next morning and realized there were only two
more days of being single left to me. After that I would be
Frank's to do with (or not do with) as he pleased. The idea made
me shudder, not so much in repulsion as in fear. My feelings
about Frank were very mixed at that time. He retained the
qualities I loved in him but by contrast with my other lovers he
was looking rather weak. Perhaps he had to work his way through
the preliminaries before blossoming, like most people have to. I
didn't know what to think, so I didn't.
The wedding would be held at a nearby church and the
reception would take place in our home. Dad had taken off a few
days from work and Mum had postponed all her engagements until I
had been properly dispatched. Tim hung around, too, but he wasn't
being very constructive. He wanted me again, I could tell that
from the surly way he eyed me. Veronica's parents dropped in early
that day. Uncle Marvin and Aunt Rona were tanned from their
vacation and I couldn't help but notice that Marvin was more
handsome than ever. Veronica had received his looks, the same
lynx-eyed, high-cheekboned appearance, the same blond hair, and
both were lithe and strong. Rona was better represented in Ned
for some reason.
"Two more days, huh?" said Marvin with a wink. "Then you'll
know all the joys of wedlock."
"She won't know them all," his wife protested. "It takes
years to discover them all."
"Sex is the only real joy in marriage and that comes on the
first nigh," he said. "The rest is repetition. Not that I'm
knocking repetition ... but you have to draw the line where joy
begins and just ordinary everyday pleasure ends, if you know what
I mean." I didn't and never had known what Uncle Marvin meant but
I liked him immensely just the same. We had always been close, he
and I; he liked to buy me treats and to talk with me. Talk at me,
actually. Marvin liked to bounce his ideas off other people.
"You're a fool, Marvin," said his wife without rancor. She
joined my mother in the kitchen and left me and my uncle alone.
"You see? Familiarity breeds contempt. My fault, of course,
showed myself to be vulnerable; offered one finger, she took the
whole foot, it's typical. Women are essentially cruel and
rightfully so. But tell me, how do you feel about this fellow,
what's his name, Frank?"
"Right now I can't tell you," I said. "Everything seems
upside down."
"That's a good sign, serious doubt implies serious feelings.
If you'd mouthed the usual clichés I would have known it was just
another farce but you may very well love him." Having spoken, my
uncle got up and left the house. I looked after him in
bewilderment. His words made sense but he didn't. Something in
his attitude toward me had changed, a very subtle adjustment that
took me from being a girl to a woman in his eyes.
For the rest of the day people came in and out of the house
for one reason or another, and I was the unwilling focus of their
attention. Uncle Eddie dropped by but he avoided me. He and my
father talked for a while about the wedding arrangements, and
while they did I sat back and relished the idea that I had made
love with both brothers.
Late in the afternoon my mother's brother, Al, and his wife
Dora arrived to spend a few days with us. I hadn't seen Uncle Al
in years and so I was surprised by the enthusiasm of his embrace.
"My baby, look at you!" he exclaimed, holding me back from him so
his eyes could run the length and breadth of me. "My goodness,
what a few years can do. That's one hell of a beautiful daughter
you got yourself, Sis!" My mother agreed modestly. "Yes sir!
That bridegroom is a lucky son of a gun!"
"Thank you, Uncle," I said.
"Call me Al. You're too old for that uncle nonsense. Isn't
she a gem, Dora? Look at her. That lucky son of a gun!" His
wife seemed quite as enthusiastic as her husband, which surprised
me. Pretty soon they had me feeling like an exhibit, the way they
stared at me. "Well, let's have a drink together," he said to the
family at large. "It's party time!"
He supplied the charge that had been wanting all this time.
In a moment the whole tribe had been galvanized into action,
clearing up the lists, clothes, and other papers to make room for
guests and drinks. The sun was just setting and the smell of food
suffused the whole house as my mother and Dora cooked rows of
hamburgers and prepared the trimmings. Since it was my wedding I
was exempted from the housework, to sit with the guests and take
part in the drinking and talking. Tim was there with Dad, Marvin
and Rona, Al and Dora, Veronica, Ned, and Uncle Eddie came in a
little later. What a good-looking family I had, I thought as I
looked around at their faces. They were evenly divided into light
and dark, my father's side being dark, my mother's the blond, all
were in good shape, and as my gaze roamed about I realized there
wasn't one person there with whom I wouldn't love to go to bed.
As it turned out, that was just as well.
"Hey, Jackie, come over here and sit on your uncle's lap one
more time!" Al called out in the middle of the festivities.
"Another day and a half and you'll own a monopoly on a lap and
it'll own you, but until then you can come and go as you please,
right?"
"Right," I laughed. The drinks were starting to get to me
and as always the first part of my anatomy to feel the effect was
my pussy. I didn't understand why it should be the first to start
feeling good, but that's the way it happened. The next part would
be my head. Already I was feeling a little giddy and light up
there but it was my pussy that dominated the action. It throbbed
darkly, casting about for stimuli, and when Uncle Al invited me to
sit on his lap I jumped at the chance. Everyone cheered as I got
on top of him and reclined in his arms, but then the event was
over and the conversation raced on. I didn't know what they were
talking about but it obviously interested them. I sipped at my
drink and sat back against my uncle.
He was a handsome devil. For as long as I could remember
he'd provided the family with gossip. He had traveled widely,
knocked about with a lot of women, and his taste (so I'd heard)
ran to the bizarre. I was dying to find out what that meant.
When he had married a few years ago rumors sprang up about his
wife, Dora. She wasn't kosher, as Eddie put it, but why, why,
why? No one told me the details and looking at her gave me no
clues. She was a small redhead, busty, with a pert ass, flashing
green eyes, and full, red lips, a small sex bomb in other words.
But what was wrong with that?
Someone gave me another drink. The family was deeply
involved in the discussion now and I got the idea it was politics
that occupied them so. Only two of us were not absorbed by the
issues. One was me, the other was Al. Something was growing
under my ass, something long and hard, and when I turned around to
look him in the eye he winked lasciviously. I wriggled around a
little as if to get comfortable, but he knew what I meant. His
wife was talking along with the others and we were in effect
isolated in an oasis of silence. His cock throbbed under me
ominously, a time bomb set to go off at any time. And while his
hands rested on innocuous parts of my body, the fact was that they
were touching me and exciting me! He reached for his drink, took
a sip, put it down, and then his hand disappeared. A moment later
I felt something caress my ass!
I couldn't believe he would try to touch me up in the middle
of a family reunion, and yet his hand moved boldly over my ass and
tugged at my dress from behind to get it out of the way. I wanted
to stop him but the drinks had gone to my head by this time ... or
to my pussy; either one could have made me sit back and enjoy it.
He succeeded in working my dress up to around my waist while
keeping it decently covering my thighs in front, and now his hand
moved to the waistband of my panties. My excitement increased
with every second. How did he dare? And how did I dare? It was
too thrilling for words.
He got his hand on my naked ass and I thought he'd be content
with that. But no, he kept looking for more charges. He covered
my ass with small squeezes, always working downward in the
direction of my pussy. That was too much to hope for. I was
getting wet and very, very horny at the idea, though. To help him
I slung my legs over the side of his chair and faced the company
so they would think I was listening to them. Now he could get to
my cunt without any trouble at all, and he wasted no time. A
solitary finger caressed my pussy lips over and over, stirring me
up so much that I wanted to scream just to relieve my sexual
tension. And when that finger found my cunt hole and eased up it
I had to grit my teeth to keep from giving the game away.
Rushes of pleasure tore through my body as his finger
surreptitiously fucked me. My parents, my aunts, uncles, brother,
cousins, everyone was close enough to hear the squelches of my
pussy but they were talking too loudly. I felt my color change
from red to white and back to scarlet and I just knew that my face
was contorted in grimaces, but since no one noticed anything there
was nothing to worry about. Dora provided me with another drink.
Did she look at me funny? Her husband's finger was in me so deep
that I thought my cunt would swallow his fist next. She smiled
pleasantly and resumed her seat beside us. Uncle Eddie asked if I
had an opinion of federal revenue sharing, and I said no, I
didn't.
After a while of this I started to feel nauseous. The sexual
tension clashed with the alcoholic relaxation, pulling me this
way, then that, and I had to tell my uncle to pull out so I could
go up and take a breather. He nodded, adjusted my clothing, and
patted me on the ass when I was once more presentable. My
departure wasn't noticed. The air in the room was thick with
smoke, talk, and the clink of glasses. They were having a great
time without me and I was glad of it. The quiet of my room was
like a cool shower on a hot day for my ears. I stretched out on
my bed and lay there until my mind had sorted itself out
sufficiently to start thinking in straight lines again. It was
only then that the riskiness of Al's behavior really hit me. If
someone had seen him fingering me the party would have been over,
the wedding would have been cancelled, and I would in all
likelihood have been disowned! What madness! All for the sake of
sex!
But it seemed worth it in retrospect. I smiled and stretched
luxuriously as I recaptured the sensations his finger had produced
in me, and my hands caressed that sensitive area to make it all
more vivid. Yes, it had been worth it. My body still hummed from
the event and I began to wonder what other tricks he had up his
sleeve. Would he sneak into my bedroom late at night? Or attack
me in the woods not far from the house? Uncle Al was likely to do
anything.
In spite of this expectation I wasn't prepared for what he
actually did. As I lay there, half dozing, half playing with
myself, the door opened a crack and a whispered voice said:
"Anybody home!"
"Uncle Al!" I sat upright and withdrew my hands from my lap.
"You shouldn't be here! Come on, let's get back to the party,
this is too dangerous!"
"Dangerous? What, an uncle chatting with his niece? Come
now, Jackie, you're letting your imagination run away with you."
He closed the door and sat on the side of the bed. "I just wanted
to tell you that that was the most exciting thing that's ever
happened to me. To sit there in front of your father and
everybody with my finger up your lovely little pussy ... well, how
can I express the feelings, it was just too grand. And you liked
it too, right?" His hand was on my knee and moving on up. I made
no attempt to push it away, figuring he would know when to stop.
I told him it had been fun but that he shouldn't think anything of
it, and he said he didn't. But his hand kept sliding along my
thigh squeezing, progressing, heading right for my crotch, and the
closer it came the wetter I got. It was downright embarrassing
how much fluid oozed out of my pussy. By the time his hand
reached the diamond of my panties it was soaking wet, and he
smiled broadly. "You're a sexy piece of work," he said, his voice
sounding a little breathless. "Frank is either going to be the
luckiest or the unluckiest man on this planet. With women like
you there is no middle ground."
"Thank you," I said.
"Jesus, feel how wet your panties are," he said, more to
himself than me, "dripping wet, juicier than a Florida orange!
What I wouldn't give for a bite of your pussy, my girl there's
nothing I want more right now."
"You really shouldn't," I said, slightly taken aback by his
frankness. There was still this lingering notion of him as an
uncle, a man older than me who used to give me quarters a long
time ago. And now his hand pressed urgently against the crotch of
my panties, fingers manipulated the flimsy, sodden garment to get
it out of the way, to stroke my naked hairy flesh and probe the
depths of my labia, and all the while he stared me in the face and
told me how he wanted to suck the last drop of juice out of my
cunt, how he wanted to grease me up so his fist could fit in me
and then his head and maybe his whole body, fantasizing vulgarly
and agitating me beyond belief. A childhood memory came back to
me, how I'd tried to stuff a doll up my pussy because I wanted to
give birth to it. The very idea of Al fitting in me was enough to
make me tremble with a violent lust.
"Then eat me!" I hissed suddenly. "Stop talking so much! Oh
yes, take them off, they're only in the way! Now eat me like you
said you would, take me!"
I drew my legs back as soon as he had taken off my panties,
and stood on my feet to hoist my loins up into the air. Now my
pussy was right in front of his face, dripping, wide open, and all
he had to do was sink into it face first. He held back as long as
either one of us could bear, caressing, titillating, breathing on
it, but then he dove in with a vengeance and started to eat me
with smacking lips. Burning currents of lust coursed through my
veins. I was horny, obscene, possessed, feeding him my cunt as if
there was a risk of him letting go. Al sat on the bed and grabbed
hold of my ass to stretch my cheeks apart and open my cunt right
up. Then his long, agile tongue snaked into my cunt and set off
an orgasm that made me crash to the bed and writhe about
helplessly for a few minutes, while he followed me about doggedly.
He was a fine mickey muncher. The fact that I was climaxing
didn't stop him for a second. He ate, licked, sucked, and loved
every part of my cunt over and over, and he soon began to include
my asshole in his rounds. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at
once, dipping, digging, licking, and soothing me inside and out.
His fingers traced patterns along my inner thighs or penetrated a
hole vacated by his busy tongue. And I had no defense against any
of his stimulations. I rolled about, panted, moaned, told him how
wonderful it was, and generally forgot all about the clan drinking
down below us.
Veronica had to remind us. She burst in suddenly and said:
"Quick, your mother is looking for you!" The door closed and for a
split second Al and I looked at each other in alarm. Then, just
as quickly, he pocketed my panties, pulled my dress over my legs,
wiped his face with a handkerchief and straightened up the bed and
his hair. My mother came into the room seconds after we had
restored ourselves to uncle and niece. She looked suspicious all
the same.
"What's the matter, dear, aren't you feeling well?" she asked
with a sidelong glance at her brother.
"Not too great, no, but I was mainly relaxing for a bit," I
said. "Uncle Al and I were just talking about old times, but I'll
come down now if you want me to."
"I'd appreciate that. And could I have a word with you, Al?"
When I left the room I heard my mother talk low and fast at her
brother and I figured it probably had something to do with the
truth of the matter. He had a reputation, after all. No one else
was bothered by our absence. Dora pressed another drink into my
hand and winked enigmatically. Veronica made a gesture of mopping
her brow at me, and Tim gave me a surly look. It had been a close
call, too close for my liking. Worse, my body had been switched
on by an expert and nothing could turn it off. I sat in an easy
chair and kept my dress pulled down as far as possible to disguise
the fact that I had no panties on, but my naked cunt chafed
against the rough upholstery and that was all I needed to stay at
boiling point.
Everything but my bodily needs was irrelevant. I couldn't
join in the conversation because my cunt was on fire. My thoughts
circled around sex and naturally turned to the experiences of the
past few days, reliving them all in Technicolor and stereo, which
only served to excite me even more. My naked ass on the chair,
the chance that someone might look up my dress and notice my furry
beaver peering back at him, the presence of so many men, so many
cocks, in the one room, and Al's lingering glances, they all threw
coals on the fire. I didn't know which way to turn, and finally I
excused myself to go to the bathroom.
I meant to pick up a pair of panties on the way but I forgot
in my hurry to find a moment's privacy. Once in the bathroom I
locked the door and looked around for an object that had roughly
the same size as a cock. My mother's hairbrush had a fine long
handle to it, smooth and without sharp edges. I sat on the toilet
and spread my legs, hoisted up my dress and worked the handle into
my cunt. The effect was that of mild relief but I found that the
more I pushed the handle into my pussy the more it seemed to work.
Both my hands were wrapped about the bristles, pushing the handle
in deeper and deeper until the bristles rubbed against my cunt and
clitoris. Now I was getting somewhere. I put one foot on the
side of the tub, the other I rested on a stool, and with my back
against the cistern I let myself have it. The brush moved in and
out quickly, propelled by my lust, and the bristles chafed against
my clitoris to send the flames leaping high. I was gasping,
sweating, straining, getting closer to a climax by the second, yet
I couldn't quite reach it. My frustration led me to masturbate
harder, more brutally, the brush hurt me badly several times when
I missed the hole, and once it nearly went up my ass, but nothing
could stop me. I cursed under my breath as that elusive orgasm
receded as fast as I approached. A change of tactics was called
for. I pulled the handle out and applied the rough bristles
directly to my pussy. That hurt! Tiny pinpricks of pain set my
cunt on edge and I was back where I'd started from. With a
heartfelt curse I flung the brush down and got off the toilet.
This wasn't my night!
Back in the living room the party was getting rough. My
parents were drunk, so were Marvin and Rona. Only Al and Dora
seemed to be on top of things. Veronica, Tim, Ned, and I were
suddenly sent off to bed without explanation. By that time I was
in such a bad mood that I was glad to be dismissed. Veronica
tried to talk me into coming over to her place. She was horny,
looking for action. I told her to take more of an interest in her
own family, meaning Ned, a suggestion to which she responded with
raised eyebrows. "Ned? You must be joking," she said, and turned
on her heel to leave. Tim was next to put the hard word on me and
I brushed him off as brusquely. All I wanted to do was go to
sleep and let this fit of frustration dissipate itself without
bothering me.
Once in my room I locked the door, stripped, and lay on the
bed. A cool night breeze blew through the room and cooled me down
a bit. I thought of masturbating but it seemed too futile. My
mind swirled with bits and pieces of fantasy and reality, ranging
from the rape in my mind to the finger in my pussy there in the
living room. At that point I just wanted my marriage to take
place so I could settle down with the one man and save myself so
much confusion. And since there was over a day yet to be lived
through before that happened, I wished for sleep. Of course the
sandman passed me by that night.
An hour later the riot downstairs stopped abruptly. The front
door opened and closed. I looked out through the window and saw
Veronica's mother walking out arm in arm with none other than my
dear old Dad! That meant that my mother was with Marvin! Oh no,
that was too much to accept in the one go. My parents were
swapping? Perhaps Al and Dora were in the ring, too. But a
little later I heard footsteps up the stairs and a couple passed
my room to get to the guest room. I heard them talking and they
were definitely Al and Dora. Some minutes later my mother and
Uncle Marvin headed for the master bedroom. I was stunned. The
house seemed to be in the grip of a sex epidemic!
I didn't know the whole story yet. Minutes ticked by. Faint
sounds came either from the master or the guest bedroom, sounds of
fucking. My pussy stirred uneasily, my nipples hardened, and it
was with difficulty that I refrained from jerking off some more.
The cool breeze couldn't stop me from breaking out into a fever of
lust. I tried not to imagine my mother getting laid by Marvin and
I didn't want to think about my dear old Dad putting it to Rona,
but somehow the awareness of this swap pervaded me through and
through, and gave me a sense of reckless desire that had me
tossing and turning wildly.
Did I imagine it or was there a soft tapping at my door?
Surely not. I held my breath and listened, half hoping, half
afraid. Something told me I was in for a new experience, and new
experiences always shattered old assumptions. Yes! Someone was
at the door. The door knob turned a few times, then it stopped.
In panic I rushed to the door, unlocked it and looked out. To my
relief the knocker hadn't given up. He was right outside,
grinning widely.
"Uncle Al!" I moved back behind the door to hide my nakedness
but he took that as a sign to come in. And once he was in my room
I could hardly eject him.
"Hi, baby. You didn't think you'd seen the last of me, did
you? The night is still young and you and I have a lot more to
say to each other."
"But Aunt Dora ..."
"She wants to talk to you, too. Do you mind?"
"I guess not."
"Then come with me." He waited for me to put on my robe and
then led the way to the guest room. Al had on a pair of pajama
bottoms, nothing else, and when he stepped into the brightly lit
room he and his wife occupied I saw just how strong and tanned he
was. A deep chest, a muscular stomach, and thick arms that could
crush a woman! As for Dora, she lay, under a single sheet,
obviously naked, very relaxed. She smiled at me but let her
husband do the talking. "We like to do everything together," my
uncle told me as he made himself comfortable on the bed next to
his wife. I was left standing in the center of the room and I
felt a little foolish for thinking he'd had sex on his mind. So
what did he want? To tell me the facts of life?
"Can I sit down?" I asked.
"Wait till you've heard me out," Al said. He lit a cigarette
at his leisure, all the while surveying me with his eyes. If only
he knew how restless I was he wouldn't be detaining me. "As I
said, Dora and I like to do things together. In fact, we'd like
to do you together. I suppose that shocks you." They eyed me
with some complacency, and I took some pleasure in disillusioning
them.
"Okay, I'm shocked. Now will you get to it!" For a moment
they didn't know what to do but then Dora let out a peal of
laughter and told her husband that he'd been upped. He nodded and
got off the bed slowly. He looked menacingly at me as his
powerful arms reached out. I stood my ground. He grabbed my
robe, held it for a moment, and then pulled at it hard so that I
almost fell and stumbled toward them. I ended up on the bed and
they didn't give me a chance to recover myself. Hands tore at my
robe, removed it, and left me rolling from side to side naked, at
their mercy. They pawed at me, fingered, felt, squeezed, explored
me, both of them grinning like vampires let loose in a blood bank.
It took me a minute or so to adjust to this new situation but once
it hit home I was all for it. At last! Now my frustrations would
be relieved, my body would be satisfied! Gone were thoughts about
my parents, about marriage, for now I wanted to see what my uncle
and aunt could do.
They settled down at either end of me. My aunt was down on
my pussy, eating it the way only a woman could. Her tongue was
like that of a cat, abrasive, persistent, and very accurate. It
stroked that hard little clit into ecstasy, it lapped at my pink
inner flesh until my cunt opened like a flower in the morning, and
she scooped up my juices the way a lizard catches flies. I
couldn't see her because my uncle was astride my chest, his hard
cock towering up before my eyes, both his hands mauling my tits
gleefully. "What a pair of boobs," he said softly. "Jesus Christ,
look how firm they are, real stargazers, beautiful!"
I could see why he should be impressed. Dora was an
attractive woman with her red hair and her sex bomb look, but her
tits were too big and heavy to do anything but look down. I
imagined they were very soft, like jelly with too much water, and
I could hardly wait to sample them. But that would come later.
For the moment I was more than happy with the way she ate me and
the pleasure with which my uncle kneaded my tits. He leaned
forward a little and pressed my tits against his cock so that only
the flushed knob protruded. It hovered an inch from my mouth.
All I had to do was move my head forward and I'd be able to take a
bite. But he would feed it to me when he was ready.
Aunt Dora was eating more than my pussy by this time. Her
tongue slithered down and around my asshole with increasing
frequency until she ignored my fig and poked her tongue deep up my
back passage. I writhed with a sudden burst of pleasure. It
tickled, not so as to make me laugh but to make my insides wriggle
with pleasure. Her hands were on my buns, keeping them apart and
digging into them with her long nails. I started to get greedy.
"Let me eat you, Uncle," I whispered to him. "Come on, let me
take that big dick into my mouth. I'm so hungry for you!"
"Go ahead, baby," he said absently. He had been fucking my
tits, working his cock between the two fleshy mounds so that his
glans got enough of a work-out to make him forget about everything
else. His eyes were half shut and he was breathing heavily. When I
took his knob between my lips he let out a long groan and almost
shoved his cock and balls down my throat. "Mmmm yeah!" he hissed.
"Ssssssssssuckit! Eat it, baby, take it all down. Yeah,
beautiful, that's the way, run your tongue over it. Wow! And
there I was thinking you were a virgin. My God, baby, you've got
it, I-T, it!"
His hands held the back of my head to give it some support
and his long cock rode in and out of my mouth with easy strokes.
He had his mouth wide open and his head back, fucking me like he
was about to come terminally. I wasn't doing much more than
keeping my lips between his cock and my teeth, because down below
my aunt was eating my ass so effectively that I was too busy
climaxing to pay him much heed. Her tongue had a way of jiggling
back and forth rapidly so as to inflame my asshole and send me to
within an inch of exploding into a major climax. But her tongue
alone couldn't take me all the way, and the excruciating pain and
pleasure of hovering between ecstasy and frustration had me at the
point of screaming!
"She's ready now," I heard Dora say.
"Oh ... good," sighed my uncle. He withdrew his cock from my
mouth with some regret and moved off my chest. Before I could say
anything Rona pressed her tart, red-haired pussy into my mouth,
and I began to eat it the way a baby does when a tit is placed
between its lips. Vaguely it registered with me that my uncle had
lifted my thighs and placed them on his own, that he was holding
my asshole open with all his fingers, and that something rockhard
was bumping into it. A peal of joy rose in my heart: more anal
fucking! Ever since the first time I'd been interested in trying
it again just to see if the second time would be as good. Now I
was due to find out. His knob moved into place easily thanks to
Dora's thorough licking, and then he pushed hard and the rest of
his cock slid into me snugly. When his pubic hair brushed against
my cheeks I let out a gust of air that turned into a yell of
pleasure, and it seemed to echo in the vaginal canyon of my aunt.
I couldn't stop. I tried to lick and eat but each thudding stroke
produced another cry of passion in me, muffled in red-haired
flesh. What a duet they were. While my uncle fucked my ass, my
aunt turned about with her pussy as a pivot, and let me eat her
back and front while she went down on my cunt. It was vacant and
in need of some sympathy while my asshole had all the fun. Aunt
Dora gave it to me. Her deft, rapid tongue went into action
again, flicking at my distended hole, lassoing my clit, sucking me
dry, and pausing now and then to kiss her husband's plowing cock.
It was getting too much for me. A cock up my ass, a tongue up my
cunt with fingers coming in and out, and a pussy in my face, hands
roving from my feet to my tits, it was as though I'd been trapped
in a sensual car wash! I started to moan, and I neglected Dora's
cunt. All of my energies were moving down to my asshole, building
up, glowing white, and the rest of me stiffened. It was like a
fit! I was taut from head to foot and a continuous series of
tremors ran along my limbs and torso. I heard myself pleading for
mercy. I was scared, unwilling to venture further into this
peculiar paradise!
"No, that's enough," I whimpered. "Please Dora, tell him to
stop! Something's wrong. Oh God! PLEEEEEEEAASSEEE! NO, GET THE
FUCK OFF, STOP, STOP, I'LL SCREAM THE HOUSE DOWN, OH! AH!
OOOOOOOOOHHHHH NOOOOOOO!! UNCLE AL, HARDER, HARDER, DRIVE IT IN
ME, OH YES, FUCK ME LIKE A BULL, HARDER, SLAM IT IN!!
WHEEEEEEEE!!" It was like passing the sound barrier for the first
time. That hard bubble of emotion broke into a sunburst of bliss,
fluffy pyrotechnics that lit up my insides and left me in awe of
its splendor. He kept fucking, Aunt Dora kept sucking, but they
couldn't add anything to what they had already wrought in me.
I came down like a leaf falling from a tree, and during this
long tranquil time I amused myself by playing with my aunt's
pussy. Ever since Veronica had shown hers to me I had developed a
deep interest in cunts. There were so many shapes and sizes!
Veronica's was compact and pudgy, mine was a secret slit in the
skin between my legs, and Dora's was a woman's cunt, a big, full-
blown rosy piece of work that opened at the slightest touch to
reveal the big ragged pink flaps inside, and the mysterious black
hole beyond the pink configurations. I worked a finger into that
hole and pretty soon there was room for another ... and another!
Three fingers poked about inside her pussy. Aunt Dora started to
lose the beat of her sucking just as I was beginning to enjoy it
again. Uncle Al was fucking my ass very slowly, almost at a
standstill, obviously waiting for an orgasm to recede. My bunched
fingers moved at the same pace but they also pushed at the
boundaries to see if her cunt would give some more. It would and
did. Four fingers moved into place. There was little resistance.
Her tongue barely moved about in my pussy now. Curiosity got the
better of me. How much could she take? The four bunched fingers
pushed in as far as they could and to my amazement the rest of my
hand slipped inside to leave only my thumb to stick up against her
slit. I considered sticking that up her ass but then I decided to
go all the way.
She was very still when I withdrew my hand a little way and
added my thumb to the bunch. When I pushed in she let out a long
wail, half pain, half delight. Now there was plenty of
resistance. I got the digits inside but the rest of my hand
wasn't allowed in. I moved it back and forth to distribute her
ample juices. Now there was some progress. With bated breath I
pushed in with all my strength. My aunt slid forward but then
came right back. She pushed and I pushed and with a slippery
swallow her cunt took my hand in to the wrist!
"Wow!" was all I could say. Dora lifted herself by placing
both hands on the bed and held that position so she could rock
back and forth into my hand. Al peered curiously over her
shoulder to see what was exciting his wife so much. He couldn't
see and she couldn't tell him what was happening, so he pulled out
and crawled around to see with his own eyes. They nearly popped
out when he saw my fist up her cunt.
"Holy shit! I've never seen that before! Let me get a piece
of that ass!" Before she or I could say anything he mounted her
from behind and shoved his cock up her asshole. Dora felt no
pain. She contained my fist and his cock and the only sound that
came out of her was an occasional whimper. She sounded as though
she was choking on her own passions yet she made no move to get
away from the invaders. Al fucked her like a demon, excited to
the point at which he couldn't control himself. I fist-fucked her
until her cunt cut off my circulation. And just as I pulled out,
Al blew his wad into her. Soundless, my aunt pitched to one side
when he pulled out, and kept on whimpering. I felt very tired.
My eyes fell to, I made myself more comfortable, and let go. My
uncle picked me up and carried me into my own bed. My dreams were
most pleasant that night.
Chapter 7
I soaked in the tub for a long time early next morning as if
that would shrink my orifices back to their virginal condition.
Actually there wasn't all that much of a difference when I
inspected myself later. The body, obviously, was made to be
fucked. Everybody's was, even my mother's. In the clear light of
morning that thought struck me with redoubled force. I couldn't
imagine her doing the things I'd been doing so much of this past
week. My mother was quiet, reserved, beyond all that. At
breakfast I looked her over with new eyes, and still she seemed
beyond the reach of bodily enticements.
The family gathering was subdued that morning. Headaches,
bloodshot eyes, and queasy stomachs were the chief complaints.
Only me, Al, and Dora were in the pink. Marvin and Rona came in
later and looked just as poorly. Yet by afternoon they were all
drinking again, albeit more slowly. Everything had been arranged.
Caterers would come in the morning to set up tables and load them
down with food and drinks. The wedding dress had been fitted,
tried on, altered, and declared perfect. And all the other old
stuff was done, too, so that the family had nothing better to do
than sit around and drink.
I kept watching my mother and I noticed how, after a couple
of drinks, the real woman in her emerged. Yes, she was sexy! The
way she crossed her legs, the looks she gave men, the way her
voice changed, all told me that she was on the make! I couldn't
get over it. What's more, she was working on her own brother, and
he was responding. What did Dad think of that? Dora, like a good
wife, was distracting him from that incipient affair.
Everything became a bit unreal at this point. It was the
middle of the afternoon when my mother excused herself. It was a
minute later when Al got up and went into the house, leaving the
rest of us to sit in the garden and watch Dora and Dad make
friends. I couldn't contain my curiosity. While they were busy I
snuck away and up the stairs to see what was going on.
There were voices in the master bedroom, and when I leaned
against the door and pressed my ear to it I could make out what
they were saying. Al was telling my mother how exciting she was
and how he had missed her and did she remember all the good times
they'd had as kids? And my mother replied: "Yes I do, especially
when we used to go to the lake and masturbate to see who could
come first. Do you recall that? Al? Wasn't that fun?"
"You always won, too," he said, "but I'll bet I'd win if we
had a contest today."
"You're joking," said my mother. "You do a lot more fucking
than I do so I'm always on edge and you're always spent. That's
no contest at all."
"How would you like to put money on that?" They decided on
five dollars and I heard the sound of clothes coming off and a lot
of giggling and laughter. I had to see this! There was a wide
crack under the door but that only showed me two sets of bare feet
heading for the bed. It was risky but I eased the door open a
crack and peered through. Now I had a grandstand view. They got
down on opposite sides of the bed, facing each other, and while Al
took his half-hard cock in hand my mother started to caress her
tits with one hand and play with her pussy using the other. She
was in great shape, her tits were still firm and full, her belly
had only a few small rolls in it, and she certainly was young at
heart to judge by her masturbation! It turned me on mightily to
see her playing with herself and I wished I could join in, but
this was a brother and sister reunion. They smiled at each other
and worked hard to beat each other.
Al was good and hard now and my mother was laying back,
driving a long finger into her cunt, bringing one tit up to her
mouth to suck and chew at the nipple. "I'm going to win this
easily," said Al, jerking off to beat the band.
"You'll have to be quick!" panted my mother.
"No faking it, now," he warned her. "I'm going to test you
for wetness afterward."
"You never did have any morals," she said, and then they both
fell quiet to concentrate on their double solo. Al was staring at
her cunt, and she was watching him beat off just as avidly. I
rooted for my mother silently and that must have made the
difference because she stiffened suddenly and then became very,
very relaxed. "Aaaahh, that's nice," she said softly. "I told
you I'd win."
"Let me make sure you didn't cheat." Her brother bent over
her pussy and ran a finger along the slit, then tasted her juices
appreciatively. "Mmmm, delicious! But I'm not sure you're wet
enough. I'll run another check." My mother smiled broadly as he
settled down with his face pressed into her pussy and his body
between her legs. She ran her hands through his hair and looked
down on him with a tranquility that made me envious. She let him
eat and drink his fill before gently pushing him over on his back
and sitting on his cock. They were very practiced in everything
they did, more so than passionate, like two partners of long
standing doing what they were best at. She fucked him with short,
bobbing strokes, working his cock into her cunt from all angles
and to all depths, with her big cheeks quivering and shaking and
her tits dangling in his face. I closed the door carefully and
tiptoed down the stairs, still in a state of shock.
"Here she is!" said my father when I rejoined them. He
sounded a bit tipsy and certainly acted it. He put his arm about
me and hugged me tightly before he went on. "My little girl who's
getting married tomorrow. It's hard to believe--" And he went
into the standard rave about how only yesterday I peed on his lap.
I bore with it as best I could, as did the other relatives, but
luckily Dad had more than memories on his mind. "And now it's
time for the father-and-daughter heart-to-heart talk," he
announced. "Come on, my girl, let's find some place that's
private and discuss matters."
He wanted to take me to the master bedroom and I hastily
steered him away from there. "Let's go sit in the den," I said,
pulling at his hand. "I like being there, it's so comfortable."
"Alright, baby, anything you want." We went into his den and
sat in easy chairs smoking cigarettes and enjoying the silence.
At last he started to talk. I wasn't listening too closely.
Being alone with him set my nerves on edge. I thought of Mum and
her brother playing doctors upstairs, of the other brush Dad and I
had had, of tomorrow's wedding, and how badly I wanted to fuck my
father. If I could have him I would be satisfied! But he was in
one chair and I was in the other. What was worse, he was babbling
on about the birds and the bees while I was thinking about the
blow job I'd given him!
"Daddy, please!" I burst out. "You know that that's all old
stuff! I want you, I don't care what you think about that, I just
want to make love with you once more before I settle down.
Please, let's do it now or we never will!" The words rang through
the study over and over as if to haunt me. My father was in the
process of lighting another cigarette and I wondered if he had
heard me. "Daddy?"
"No! It's wrong!" He slammed down his fist and refused to
look at me.
"Oh yeah? That's wrong, right? But it's not wrong for you
to sleep with Rona and there's nothing wrong with Mum going to bed
with Al or Marvin." Silence. "Daddy, don't you want me?" He was
lost in indecision and to help make up his mind I took off my
clothes and walked over to stand in front of him. "Please, make
love to me."
"You really want me to? Okay." He took off his clothes
without further hesitation. He'd only been waiting for me to
persuade him. Now we faced each other like a man and a woman,
horny, alone, and ready! His cock throbbed hard and upright, my
nipples were just as hard and throbbed as much. His hands took me
by the arms and drew my body against his, and our mouths met in a
passionate kiss. His cock pressed into my belly. I felt faint
with passion, there was no need for foreplay, I was ready to go!
But I kissed him back and wrapped my arms about him so my hands
rested on his ass to caress his hairy, hard buns and work one hand
around under them to get at his balls.
He could hardly wait! As we kissed and caressed he moved me
back onto the couch and lay on top of me, his body already in
motion, his cock chafing against my inner thighs. "I knew this
would happen," he said as he pinched my breasts and sucked at the
nipples. "Ever since that Sunday morning I haven't been able to
get you off my mind. I dreamed about you, it's shameful but it's
true, and now that I have you here I just want to make love to you
for the rest of the day. You've grown up into such a beautiful
woman, Jackie, just like ..." He didn't finish the sentence but I
knew he was thinking of Mum when she was my age. I would have
objected had he not had his hand on my cunt and had his fingers
not been fiddling with my clit and my hairs nimbly enough to make
me think of more pleasant matters. My mother might have been
good-looking in her day and she still wasn't bad, but now it was
my turn. He was mine, his cock was hard for me!
His mouth roved over my body, sampling nipples, flesh, my
armpits, my fingers, pussy, thighs, the backs of my knees, loving
me with his taste, touch, and eyes. I could feel his gaze burning
into my every part and it aroused me intensely to have his
admiration. His mouth pressed into my cunt to bring to bear
twenty years of married life on it, and within a minute I was
writhing and twisting like a puppet under his manipulations. He
had a way of pushing his lower lip into my pussy and pressing it
up toward the pubic bone, that opened me right up and admitted his
lip and tongue deep into the cunt cavity. I reached down and
began to tug at his arms. "Come on Daddy, let's do it!" I
whispered urgently. "Let's make love before we're interrupted.
We may never have this chance again!"
"Yes, yes, in a minute." He took a few last bites of my cunt
and then got up to walk over to the den door and check to see that
it was locked. When he turned to come back to me I saw his cock
fully erect, just the way it had been under the shower that
fateful day, only this time it was standing up for me and was
about to penetrate me! It stood tall and thick like a stripped
tree, glowing in the afternoon light, a rosy tip that throbbed
with virility, balls that swung slowly to and fro as he walked.
All I could do was submit. I rested one leg on the back of the
couch, the other was on the floor, and with both hands I held my
cunt open to him. He lay on top of me and pushed his cock into my
wet hole, grunting with the effort of penetrating me the whole way
in the first stroke. And then he was inside me, I had him where I
wanted him!
"Lie perfectly still," he said. "I don't want to blow in the
first second. Don't move a muscle!"
"Do I excite you that much, Daddy?"
"I'm afraid so." We hardly dared to breathe during that
moment's crisis. His cock lay embedded in my cunt flesh, pulsing
with life and sending the echoes of its vigor throughout my body.
Even that got me worked up. The constraints let me do nothing to
relive the mounting passion, and since it had to stay in me it
multiplied all the more rapidly. I was unable to hold my breath
any longer. I started to pant, to moan, to clutch at the
upholstery of the couch in frustration. My father lay on top of
me, his cock buried in my cunt, and he held me by the hips in case
I should make an unexpected movement down there.
"Oh Daddy! I'm going to come! I can't stop it, it's so
beautiful to have you inside me. Please hold me, don't come, oh
Daddy, DADDY, HOLD ME, HOLD ME, I'M COMING! OOOHHH GOD!
AAAAAAHHHHH!!" He kept me pinned down the whole time even though
I struggled with all my strength. The orgasm forced its way out
through my pores, it seemed, because when it had passed I felt
absolutely spent!
Now my father swung into action. The first strokes were
tentative and slow but he soon built up confidence. His cock was
so thick, so long, that it stretched my cunt each time it dove
down into my depths, and without much of a transition I found
myself moaning and happy again. He knew just how to give it to
me. When the left side of my pussy demanded action, it got plenty.
And when it went momentarily numb he switched to a high entry so
his knob bumped into the floor of my cunt and set off all kinds of
delicious storms of tingling sensations that bubbled up to my mind
and exploded there. I still couldn't believe it was he. My eyes
remained wide open to scan his face all the time he fucked me.
And when he lifted high enough I looked down along our separated
torsos to see his thick brown cock suspended over my cunt hole,
about to plunge in. His stomach muscles were knotted tight,
laboring to give each stroke plenty of power, his strong arms were
wrapped around me low down so his hands could support my buttocks
and squeeze them at the same time. It was a total fuck, as
thorough as the one Al and his wife had given me.
"Yes, Daddy, that's good, that's good," I huffed. My body
was burning again, ready to give birth to another bundle of
passion. My hands were on his back and my nails dug into his
flesh. I wanted to give him pain for the same reason a jockey
gives his mount the whip. "More, harder, more! Oh yes, that's
it, that is it! Daddy! Yes! DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, OH MY GOD, YES!
IN, IN, IN, HARDER NOW, FUCK ME, OOOHHHH THAT'S BEAUTIFUL, HARDER
DADDY, HARDER, MORE, MORE, MOOOOOOOORE!!" Still yelling I went
under again, fighting for breath as my passion exploded and tore
through my body. Daddy kept on fucking like a man possessed. His
cock slithered in and out of my cunt at a fantastic speed, a
machine gun of cock it seemed, and I had no sooner crawled out of
one emotional melee than the next was upon me.
"Here it comes," he whispered suddenly. His face was very
red, his teeth were clenched, and his back buckled tautly. Now
his cock moved so quickly that I only felt the heat of its
friction. "Watch out, baby, I'm going to blow the lot--AAAARRGH,
UNH-UNH-AAAAAAHHHH!!" He subsided, but his cock maintained its
pace for a while until even that slowed down. His hot douche of
sperm had brought the loose ends of my emotions together and
dissipated them utterly. I felt that I didn't need fucking again.
Now came the awkward part. He would regret it, I was sure of
that. And he would probably shun me again to give his guilty
conscience the chance to forget his part in the proceedings. I
clung to him and buried my face in his neck. If that was what he
was going to do I didn't want to know about it until the very last
moment.
"That was wonderful," he said as he freed himself from my
grasp. "I don't feel too good about giving in but we did it and I
can't tell you how glad I am that I didn't have the guts to refuse
you."
I kissed him gratefully and sat still while he cleaned my
pussy with a hand towel. He did it slowly, carefully, as if he
was afraid a drop of his sperm would drop to the carpet. When it
was gone he lay the towel aside and caressed my pussy with his
bare hands. He looked as though he couldn't quite tear himself
away from it. I was in no hurry. I loved the sensation of having
a man, especially my own father, at the shrine of all passion. My
pussy twitched and tickled at such times, I got warm and restless
all over, but that might have been because those inspections were
usually followed by the admirer making a meal of my cunt. Daddy
just kissed it and stood up.
"Let's make sure our guests aren't being neglected," he said
dryly. "What was that you were saying about your mother and her
brother? You saw them together, did you?"
"Yes, up in the bedroom. Did you know about them ... their
past, I mean?"
"Of course. I'm only sorry you had to find out."
"You're taking it all very calmly, Dad," I said. "Doesn't it
bother you that Mum cheats on you?"
"My dear girl, we've been married a long time, and your
mother has had affairs with relatives, strangers, men and women.
And I love it. She lets me watch her and I let her watch me, and
if that's not possible we tell each other all about it, every
detail. The only thing I've never told her about was that Sunday
morning. I didn't know how to tell her about that."
"Good," I said from the bottom of my heart. "I'm surprised
to hear about your open marriage, though. How have you concealed
it from me all these years?"
"That was easy. Kids are always too preoccupied with
themselves to worry about the oldies," he said with a self-
deprecating smile.
"Wow! Fancy that!" I got dressed and we walked out of the
den after quickly checking to see if anyone was watching. When we
got to the garden party everyone was drinking and carrying on at
full blast, Mum and Al included. They hardly noticed our arrival.
Dad got us both a drink and then he resumed his seat beside his
wife. Al and Dora were sitting together, so were Marvin and Rona.
Uncle Eddie had brought a blond woman with him, but he evidently
hadn't bedded her yet because he was devoting all of his energies
and charm to her.
I looked around the circle complacently, taking in Tim, Ned,
and Veronica who were in the living room watching TV with the
French windows open. Except for my mother, Rona, Marvin and ...
well, Frank's parents, I had fucked all of them. I thought about
that fact for quite a while, several drinks' worth in fact, and
suddenly I felt that I needed the whole set. It was as if I
regarded them as baseball cards! Frank's parents didn't count,
they weren't family yet. And my mother and Rona were women, so
they didn't fit in. But Marvin had to be laid. I didn't care if
he wanted me or not, I wanted him right there with all the other
cards.
The drink gave me the courage to start the ball rolling.
Marvin was talking with all the others but when I sat down beside
him he looked at me pleasantly and asked how I felt to be on the
threshold of marriage. "I feel fine," I said in a voice that was
huskier than usual, "but I can hardly wait to see what you'll give
me as a wedding present." To make sure he got my point I
fluttered my eyelashes at him. He nearly fell off his chair.
"A present? Well now, what would you like?"
"Whatever you want to give me," I purred, "just as long as it
didn't cost much money ... no money, in fact. That's reasonable
isn't it, Marvin?"
"Not only reasonable but downright generous," he said. The
others were still talking but he had forgotten them. His eyes
bored into mine and his body inclined toward me. "Perhaps you
would like a sneak preview of what I've got for you."
"It's ready, then?" I asked, fluttering my eyes some more.
"It's even gift-wrapped, baby," he said and put his glass
down on the table. "Come with me. I'll be back in a minute,
Rona, I just have to show the bride a few pictures of our wedding.
She's interested now that her own is so near."
"Alright, dear," said his wife, barely looking up from her
talking. What a glib liar he was! I followed him out of the yard
and into his. His house was strangely quiet after all the
partying that had taken place in my home for the past day or so.
And since his whole family was on the other side of the fence, I
knew we were alone in this peaceful retreat. He closed the front
door and swiveled around to me to unzip his fly and dangle his
cock right before my eyes.
"All nicely wrapped up in a foreskin," he said, "and if you
want it you're going to have to unwrap it!"
"Oh, uncle!" I cried, sinking to my knees. He had caught me
off-guard and the excitement of seeing his long, limp cock
produced a spontaneous response in me. If I'd been prepared for
him I might have played coy for a minute or so, but as it was my
mouth was over that tufted foreskin before my knees hit the
ground. He leaned back against the door and undid his pants to
let them slide to the floor. Big balls hung low in a red, hairy
sac. His cock rose rapidly, filling out enormously until my mouth
was stretched as wide as it would go and there was still more to
come! I couldn't believe my eyes or my mouth. His cock was the
biggest I had ever seen. To satisfy my curiosity I drew back and
looked on as it inflated, eight inches, nine inches, ten inches,
eleven! "Oh no!" I whimpered. "That's far too big!"
"That's what they all say," he grinned, "but keep sucking it
Jackie, you'll soon be wanting more than I've got."
I doubted that but I took his advice and fitted my lips
around his fat glans. Better to suck it than to take it in my
pussy ... or my ass! My sphincters twitched hysterically at the
very idea! No, I'd give him a blow job and leave it at that. I
couldn't get more than half his length into my mouth and so I made
do with much tonguing and licking the sides of his giant phallus.
No wonder Aunt Rona was such a contented cow, I thought wryly.
She never complained, always did what he wanted from her, and now
I knew why. Once you were used to such a salami I guessed that
nothing else would be quite as much fun.
His cock was wet from top to bottom, the foreskin had been
folded back, and his deep sighs told me that my sucking was more
effective than it seemed to me. Suckling his balls was one of his
favorite treats. I let them dangle into my mouth, closed my lips
over the skin further up, and washed the spit around his pendulous
eggs until his hips began to quake. Not long before he'd blow. I
grabbed hold of his cock with both fists and jerked the skin up
and down to aid the process. But Marvin was too smart to let me
pull his plug.
"Let's take this one step further," he said, pushing me away
from his giant member and leading me into the living room. "Take
off your clothes, Jackie, and bend over the side of this chair.
I'm going to take you dog fashion so I can watch your pretty
little ass quiver!"
"Er ... look, let me blow you," I said desperately. "I don't
mind, I love to blow men, it's much better than fucking."
"Quickly now," he said as though he hadn't heard me. Of
course he knew I was scared of his monster. In spite of that I
took off my clothes and presented my naked self to another man,
the second within an hour or two. "Turn around, that's a good
girl, now lie over the armrest and spread your legs. Mmmmmm,
delicious! What a beautiful little snatch. And what nice cheeks
you've got. Jesus, I could squeeze them all day long, so supple,
so tender, so young!" He was almost drooling on me! I shivered
with fear at the thought of his fifth limb entering me. It was
obviously too big, and thinking back over how Dora's pussy had
taken in my whole fist couldn't console me. Marvin tickled my
pussy so that my lips parted and he had direct access to my
clitoris. It was hard as usual. Nothing could daunt it. I was
wet, too, sopping wet! He stuck a finger up me and my cunt grabbed
hold of it with a wet squelch. "And horny, too." he remarked. I
blushed.
He toyed with my cunt until he was satisfied that I was
ready. I was scared and nervous but my pussy could hardly contain
itself. The juices dripped down my inner thighs, my clitoris
ached with its own stiffness, and when I felt that great glans
move into place my cunt opened wide! My face rested on the
cushions of the chair and I had my arms wrapped around my head to
block out the light, so that my concentration was completely
focussed on what was happening inside my body. The first thrust
produced a shattering bolt of pain that made me shriek into the
chair. Uncle Marvin didn't take any notice. His big cock pushed
in and pulled back with a quick, rutting motion to get in deeper,
and with every inch he widened the channel. The pain was immense.
I cried out, tried to get away, did everything to discourage him,
but his cock was unrelentingly hard and eager to go. It banged
into my agonized flesh until half of it was lodged in me.
"So tight!" I heard him say. "It's years since any woman had
that much trouble taking me inside. This is the life!" And with
that he started to fuck even harder. His cock barged into me
ruthlessly, elbowing its way up my vaginal canal until it had
reached its objective. And that was only the start. He fucked
with long strokes, eleven inches long to be exact, and just before
the glans knocked at the door to my womb he gave his hips a double
hitch so that his cock would enter even more deeply. In that
position I couldn't stop him from doing anything. I kept
expecting the pain to turn into pleasure the way it had done when
I had been fucked up the ass, but it wasn't showing any signs of
doing that. It occurred to me that I shouldn't be putting out
just to complete the set. When you start off with no passion, how
can any be produced?
Marvin was having enough fun for the two of us. He fucked me
with gusto and told me how nicely my buns were waggling, how great
my ass was, how pink my pussy, and in between his comments he
grunted and sweated and drove his cock in to reach new depths. I
wanted to tell him to stop, he was wasting his time, but that
would be inhuman. Instead I lay over the armrest and made a
series of noises intended to convey involvement. And when that
was no longer possible I started to sob.
"What's the matter, Jackie, am I going too fast for you?" he
asked without stopping his ponderous motion.
"It's alright, just finish!" I cried.
"Okay, if that's what you want." He grabbed hold of my ass
and pressed my cheeks together to put even more pressure on his
cock. Now he was going flat out, fucking just for his own
satisfaction. Unfortunately that gave him so much pleasure that
he didn't want to finish. I had to put up with the brunt of his
giant cock and his adolescent passion all because I had to deal in
round figures! He kept on fucking, wouldn't stop, and the pain
kept on growing from warm to hot, redhot, whitehot, unbearable!
"Hurry please!" I sobbed. "Oh Christ, it hurts so much!
You're far too big for me, Uncle, come, please come!"
"Wait ... wait, not long now," he panted. "I can feel it,
yes, here it comes, one more second, just one more!" I waited and
nothing happened. His cock plunged in and out like a mighty
ramrod, churning me up, pumping my fluids about so they slurped
and sputtered out against his belly and my thighs. I was crying
as copiously as my cunt was producing liquids. And Marvin kept
saying he would only be a minute longer, just a second, almost
there! At last I felt him pull out. The relief swept through me
at once as my cunt resumed its normal size. But he hadn't come
yet! I looked back over my shoulder and he stood right behind me,
his cock pointing at my ass, his closed fist working the skin up
and down furiously until a gusher of white cream blurted out and
arched through the air to land on my flesh.
"What's going on here!" Rona burst into the room, assessed
the situation, and stamped her foot. "Come on, Marvin, get out of
here! I'm tired of you fucking every woman within reach. Jackie,
you wash yourself and come back here. Or better yet, sit on
this." She threw a handkerchief at me and hustled her husband out
of the room, picking up his clothes on the way. He went out into
the backyard where he presumably dressed and went about his
business. I sat on the handkerchief and cowered. Veronica's
mother was strongly built, formidable tits and ass, a pretty face
that could look very tough at moments like this, and she had a
real bone to pick with me. But first she told me to wipe my ass
and to give her the handkerchief.
"Look at that, blood!" she said. Her expression changed
drastically when she saw the handkerchief. "That man is too big
for everybody! You poor girl, you must have had the shock of your
life when you saw it."
"I certainly did," I said. "I wanted to run but I couldn't.
How do you put up with such a size?"
"Never you mind about that. Let me see if he's done you an
injury. That'd be a fine kettle of fish to have broken your box
on the day before your wedding. Come on, spread your legs and let
me see. I know about these matters."
I obeyed, relieved that she wasn't going to beat up on me.
Rona peered into my pussy and nodded. "That's not too bad. I've
got some ointment that will fix you up. You're just a little
bruised and inflamed up there, that's all." She fetched the
ointment and applied it with one finger, working it into my inner
flesh very slowly. The ointment was cool, it soothed my pain, and
the luxury of having her rub it in ironed out a lot of the
wrinkles that her husband had caused in my psyche. I relaxed
utterly, barely able to keep my seat in the chair, Rona went on
and on with that one finger. She must have given my cunt walls
several layers before she finally stopped, and by that time I was
so horny that I wished the wounds were worse so she'd never stop
treating me.
"How does that feel?" she asked, sitting on her knees before
me. Her face was stern, businesslike, but there was a glow in her
eyes that indicated she'd enjoyed herself too.
"Oh much better!" I sighed, wriggling forward so that my
pussy came toward her to beg for more. "There are still a few
tender spots here and there, though."
"Are there? Oh yes, I see some. Just relax now, Jackie,
this won't take long."
"I'm in no hurry," I said. She threw me a strange look, then
smiled and went on with her work. The cool ointment was spread
over my inner lips, the outer lips, my clitoris was buried in the
stuff, and even my thighs got a dose of it. She set the ointment
aside and said she wanted to knead it in better. Her whole hand
seized my cunt and she kneaded it like it was a rubber ball. I
could feel a climax rising through the ranks. If she went on for
another minute her hand would be dripping with my love juices, and
some of the ointment would surely wash off. Well, then she would
have to put on more.
"That's nice," I said softly. Rona nodded and brought her
other hand into play. It moved up to my breasts even though they
hadn't been injured. "Mmmm-mm-m!" I said. "Oh yeah! That's
beautiful!"
"Just like your mother," she remarked. "When you like it you
say so." She didn't explain herself and I didn't dare ask. Was
she one of my mother's female lovers? If she was I'd find out
sooner or later. I surrendered to her soft, persistent caresses
totally and came in short bursts connected by sensually satisfying
intervals during which Aunt Rona massaged me like no one ever had.
Eventually she came over to sit beside me and sucked on my breasts
until my nipples felt like they were about to be launched! She
had a way of making love that was subtle and insinuating, and left
no room for responses. When I tried to get her to take off her
clothes she didn't even answer me. She was in charge, and I
wondered why I should buck such a fine system. With her mouth and
hands she brought me to one peak after another until the last of
my energies had been dissipated in the form of passion and cunt
juice. Only then did she get up and declare me healed.
"If I was you I'd give that box of yours a rest for tomorrow
night," she advised me. "Your husband to be was in the shopping
center today and he looked ready to rape a squad of nuns. You're
going to need all your strength, believe me."
"I know," I sighed. "God, I feel awful about not giving in
to him earlier. It isn't fair, is it?"
"Not really, no, especially when you've been having such a
good time. Is there anyone in the family with whom you haven't
slept?" She posed the question in such a way that I couldn't take
it lightly. Her eyes were on mine, she wanted an answer.
"Yes ... my mother," I confessed.
"At least you're honest. Veronica told me about your plan,
and I must say it's a good one. But don't ever let Frank find out
about it. He'd kill you."
"You think so?"
"I'm sure of it." Rona spoke with authority, and suddenly it
hit home: of course he would! Hell, why shouldn't he? How would
I feel about me in his place? I'd slept with men and women,
broken all the taboos, given myself to perfect strangers, and the
best I could give Frank was a blow job. When I went back to my
room via the tree it was to think more deeply about the whole
issue. Sure, my plan had made sense when we formulated it. But
now it seemed selfish, vicious, and not a little dumb.
Perhaps I wasn't worthy to become Frank's bride. After all,
he was straight, honest, and loving, he trusted me! I'd broken
that trust, pissed on it, and flung it back into his face. That
wasn't right.
Hours went by. I sat alone in the darkening twilight and
tried to understand the issue. It was close on ten o'clock in the
evening when I reached my decision. I would tell Frank that I
couldn't be his wife, and when he asked why I would give him the
whole story. It didn't matter that he would be mad and violent.
I had made my bed and slept in it many times; now to show him the
sheets.
Chapter 8
Downstairs the family reunion had progressed into an orgy.
My relatives sat around stripped to the waist, shoes off, playing
cards to see who would take off what next. The air was thick with
the smoke of cigars and the growl of conversation had become a
constant factor. I took the family car keys off the dresser and
slipped out into the night. I had many changes of mind and heart
on the way to Frank's place, and if it hadn't been for the fact
that the car kept getting closer to him I might well have put this
confrontation off until it was too late. As it was I arrived at
his house, parked the car, and walked up the driveway with rubbery
legs.
His father answered the doorbell. "Jackie! Don't you know
the bride and the groom aren't supposed to see each other on the
day before the ceremony?"
"Oh yes, I'd forgotten," I replied distractedly. "I have to
talk with Frank right away, though, so do you think an exception
can be made?"
"I certainly wouldn't object. The only problem is that Frank
is out at a stag party. The boys at his college decided he had to
leave bachelorhood in style, you know."
"Will he be back soon?"
"I honestly don't know. But come in, my dear, you can keep
me company while you wait. My wife is visiting friends and taking
care of the last details of the wedding. Such a confounded
nuisance." He let me into the living room and offered me a drink.
I asked for coffee and a cigarette. My nerves were shot. The
idea that Frank could come in at any moment terrified me. He'd
probably be tipsy and amorous, and what I had to tell him wouldn't
go down well even if he was sober and spent.
"Well, what is it you have to talk with Frank about?" asked
his father. "You look drawn and nervous. It can't be that awful,
can it?"
"It's very personal, Mister Perkins."
"Call me Jack. Now relax and if you want to tell me, feel
free to. If you don't want to tell me I won't take it personally.
I realize there must be many things on your mind at a time like
this, but it's odd how often those things are less complicated
once you let them out into the open."
Through my distraction I saw him the way I'd seen him the
other day, such a strong, masculine person with his clear blue
eyes and silver hair, square jaw, and that atmosphere of cigars
and bourbon. He sat in the chair facing mine and gave me his full
attention. Until that time I had seen him just as Frank's father,
a person who was often present when I was visiting him but who
kept aloof from our young world. Now that he and I were alone I
felt a strong urge to get to know him better, and to confess all.
"When Frank proposed to me I was a virgin," I began
hesitantly. "And now I'm not. But believe me, Mr. Perkins, I
mean Jack, it's not entirely my fault. I wanted Frank to be the
first but he wanted to wait until we were married!"
He didn't say anything for a while and I felt as if I was
sitting on hot coals. Then he shook his head and said: "That
boy's a fool. How often have I told him not to be so inflexible!
Principles don't mean a thing in the world. Well, so you made
love with someone, and it serves my son right. But is that any
reason to be so upset?"
"It's not just one person, Jack, It's ... oh, you're going to
think I'm awful!" I broke down crying and he hurried over to my
side to take me into his arms. It was very comforting to be
enveloped in his masculine aroma and I readily snuggled up to him
as the tears rolled out of my eyes. He caressed my hair
soothingly and told me not to worry, he was a man of the world,
even if his son wasn't. "There have been a whole bunch, men and
women!" I blurted out. He stiffened momentarily and I thought he
was going to expel me.
"Ah ... yes, I see, that is something to be distressed about
... unless you enjoyed it, of course."
I looked him in the face and found he was smiling faintly.
"I did, Jack, very much, but the worst is still to come."
"You're not pregnant are you?"
"No, my uncle is a doctor. Well, the people I went to bed
with are all family, not all, but mostly." He told me to
enumerate. "My father, several uncles, two aunts, my brother, two
cousins, and then there were two black men, one oriental, I think
that's all."
He whistled through his teeth but stayed by my side. I
wondered what he was thinking. And suddenly, without him saying a
word, I found out. There was movement in his lap, a cock stirred
or bobbed, and the knob pushed at the material of his pants some
eight inches from where it began. "You know what I think?" he
said, taking my hands into his. "I think you should keep this a
secret between you and me--and your family, of course. Never tell
Frank about this." Then he drew me toward him and kissed me on
the lips. "Nor about this."
"Oh Jack, no!" I cried. "I'll only be making it worse!"
"Only if you want to keep score," he said, kissing me on the
cheek, forehead, nose, and holding me closer. I couldn't struggle
for long. A real desire for him sprang up in my belly, a need
that had its origins in the past. Now I realized he had always
attracted me but that I had always thought of him as out of my
reach or class. And now that he made advances I was flattered and
excited. I kissed him back, working my lips into his and allowing
him to part them so his tongue could enter my mouth. I closed my
lips around it and pretended to suck it like a cock, a hint which
didn't escape him. He took my hand and placed it on that
throbbing cock that I'd seen earlier, and having a grip on it made
it seem all the bigger.
Both my hands fumbled with his zip and extracted that big
cock, but a bolt of fear hit me before I could do it justice.
"What if Frank comes home and sees this?" I asked. "Aren't we
taking an awful risk?"
"I suppose you're right. Besides that my wife might come
home. Let's drive a little way and park," he said. His cock went
back into hiding but it seemed to need more room in there. It
stuck out like a concealed weapon and Jack walked strangely toward
his car. He had a big car with a car seat large enough to party
on, and he didn't drive too far before he pulled over into the
bushes and proceeded to do just that. We lay on the back seat and
started to kiss again, warming each other up where he had grown
cool in the interim. My hand found his cock again, took it out
again, and I was delighted to find it was just as big and hard as
before. Now there was nothing to stop me from finding out more
about that splendid member. I slid down along the seat and ran my
tongue along the veined skin, relishing its silky smoothness, its
warm odor, and the bushy hairs that brushed against my face. Jack
managed to take off his pants without disturbing me and he urged
me to undress without disturbing him. It wasn't easy. I wanted
to suck on his cock with all my heart but he wanted me naked.
Very well. I let go of his cock and quickly took off my clothes,
waited until he'd taken off his shirt and then, both of us as
naked as the day we were born, we resumed our original position.
Jack loved to get sucked off, I could tell that right away.
He crooned a melody of delight way in the back of his throat and
his cock kept on growing harder the more I worked it over. But he
knew something about women, too, because as soon as we had both
indulged ourselves for a while he made me sit on his face. I
squirmed about until his mouth was in the right part of my pussy
and bent over to get back to his dick. We ate and sucked to our
hearts content there in the confines of the back seat of a
Cadillac, and I couldn't help but think back over that last date
I'd had with his son, both of us cramped into his car and talking
about marriage. It was fitting to have gone the full cycle.
"It's years since I've done this," he said when we had eaten
enough and were sitting upright in the back of the car. He had
one arm around my shoulders and the other hand was between my legs
toying with my clit. "My wife and I used to go to the drive-in
now and then and we'd play at being teenagers again, but we
stopped that when we realized how much we preferred a comfortable
bed. With you it's very different! I can't tell you how great
this makes me feel."
"I keep trying to think about Frank," I giggled, "but it's no
use, I'm just not the guilty type."
"That's my girl." He started to finger me with his thick,
long index and I leaned against him luxuriously, my legs wide
apart, my hands roving freely over his hairy chest and belly.
Jack was a robust man and I liked nothing better than to feel how
hard his stomach was, how strong his thighs were, because the
stronger he was the harder he would fuck me. I could hardly wait
for him to get started, much as I enjoyed his relapse into teenage
love. His finger moved in and out of me just like a cock, but
somehow it was never the same. I missed that bulbous head at the
top of it, the slap of balls against my asshole, and the depth of
penetration. Jack sensed that. "How would you like to sit on my
lap?"
"Oh, I'd love to!" Like a happy little girl I bounced up on
his lap and hugged him tightly about his neck as he aimed his cock
at my pussy. The remnants of the ointment helped to pave the way
for his entrance, the battering Uncle Marvin had given me had made
me sensitive but loose, and before long he was right up in me and
I was bobbing about on his lap joyously.
It occurred to me what a weakling I was. I'd gone to Frank's
place to make a full confession and to promise I would never do it
again if he would only forgive me. And now I was fucking his
father! Obviously I would never be able to tell him anything now.
Our lives would begin from tomorrow on. The past, mine and his,
would just have to be kept out of it. Somehow that cleared my
conscience because from that point on I began to fuck Jack with
such verve that his cock slipped out and I almost broke it. "Put
it back in!" I panted. "Oh Jesus, it feels so good in me. Quick,
Jack, put it in! Aaaahhh, yes, that's better, now fuck me, fuck
me, I love it so much. Do you think that's wrong, Jack, for a
girl to like sex? I can't help it! Give it to me! It makes me
feel so tingly and warm all over, even my toes are curling, I love
your hairy chest and your big balls, fuck me, fuck me, tomorrow
it's your son's turn so give me something to remember!"
"I will my dear, I will," he said, and suddenly I was on my
back and he was on top of me, shoving his cock into me with power.
My body was so accustomed to orgasms by this time that it just
naturally slipped into one after the other and there was nothing I
could do about it. Much as I wanted to give Jack a hot time I
could lie under him and submit. It seemed to be enough. He
fucked me good and hard and when he came it was with a gush of hot
cream that filled my cunt up and spilled more on the seat of his
car. He lay on top of me and breathed heavily.
"My son is a very lucky boy," he said, once he'd recovered
himself. "You can regard this episode as a father's blessing.
That sounds moral enough, doesn't it?"
"You're a devil, Jack," I said, "but I'm glad we got to know
each other so well." We shared a cigarette in the back seat, our
arms about each other, listening to the sounds of the night. We
talked about different things, nothing too closely related to the
wedding, though, and by the time he drove me back to my car, we
really had become firm friends.
"No one's home yet," he said, checking his garage. "Now you
go to bed, Jackie, have a good sleep, and forget about everything
except the future. I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed me good
night and walked away from my car. I drove back home slowly,
thinking all the while, and the conclusion of that was that I
decided he was right.
Inside my house it was very quiet and very messy. The party
had apparently become rough. Empty bottles, full ashtrays,
general mess, and a couple of naked, sleeping people. I
identified Dora and Eddie, Tim, and Veronica, but they were on
couches and looked more than happy. The big surprise came when I
walked into the kitchen. There was my mother, stark naked,
mumbling to herself, and draped over the kitchen table with dried
sperm stains on her inner thighs. She was very drunk. I couldn't
leave her there so I hoisted her over my back and dragged her up
the stairs, which was no mean feat. We made it to the bathroom
and I balanced her on the toilet seat to wash her down. With warm
water and soap I got rid of the sperm stains, I gave her face a
going over, and straightened and combed her hair. This was more
for my sake than hers. I just couldn't stand to see my mother
look like that. As a final gesture I gave her a douche.
There was no reason to do this. I think I got carried away
with the whole situation. There was my mother, sitting on the
toilet seat like a Raggedy Anne doll, her eyes blank and half
closed, mumbling incoherently, oblivious to everything. Her body
was mine to do with as I pleased, my life-size doll, and it
excited me strangely and very deep down. She was a sexy woman
even in that condition. Those full, heavy breasts, the ample
thighs, the dense bush of pubic hair, the generously proportioned
cunt all titillated me, and my decision to give her a douche was
probably more sexual than considerate. At the time there was no
way of knowing why I was doing it because I'd decided to turn over
a new leaf, and so I wouldn't face myself. My mother sat with her
legs wide apart and her ass far enough forward to give me access
to her cunt hole, and after I'd filled the douche bag and screwed
on the nozzle, I slipped it into her and squeezed the bag hard.
She didn't react at all to the internal shower. Water dripped out
of her cunt, mixed with sperm and juices, pouring down onto the
floor to form big puddles. I didn't care.
"Sit up now, Mummy," I said, rearranging her. "That's a good
girl. Now keep your legs open so Jackie can clean you all up.
There, isn't that nice? Don't you feel better now?" Something
like a climax shivered through my body when I withdrew the nozzle.
Her cunt was still dripping water from its pink, enlarged hole.
Rosy cunt lips were far apart and I found myself gazing at her
inner labia, full petals that were swollen through use and abuse.
For the moment her cunt represented all of sex to me. Just
looking at it set my belly upside down, churning with passion, and
my cunt quailed in sympathy. I got a grip on myself and put away
the douche, dried my mother off, and lifted her off the seat. She
was able to walk a little now, which made it easier to get her on
my bed. The master bedroom was closed and several people were
snoring loudly behind the door.
I crawled into bed beside her, naked now, and very tired.
Sex had to wind down sooner or later, I told myself. Besides,
what could happen between a mother and her daughter? I found out
as soon as I snuggled up to her naked back. Her big ass pushed
against my belly like an invitation and when I rested one arm over
her side and touched her big, yielding tits, I couldn't hold back
any longer. I moved away so that she rolled over on her back and
then I lay on top of her with my face between her tits. For a
long time I did nothing more. Just to be between those soft orbs
was enough, it calmed me and yet it made me yearn for the rest of
her. My lust turned into pure sensuality, an appreciation of her
womanly body and her proximity. I wasn't sure if she was asleep
or awake and it really didn't matter. Her warm flesh against
mine, the feeling of her silky inner lips, her hard nipples, the
largesse of her thighs, kept me entirely occupied.
"Jackie? Is that you?"
"Yes Mum, it's me."
"What am I doing here? Oh dear, I must have drunk too much.
Your father said I would. Well, screw him. Why do I feel so
sexy? Go to sleep, honey, it must be very late." She spoke
without opening or closing her mouth, I guessed, because it all
came out rather limply. I felt as though I was taking unfair
advantage of her but then why should she object? She liked women,
and I was a woman. I slipped down between her legs and rested my
face on her cunt. It seemed so big to me, so fulsome and cozy,
that I wondered why my father should bother with others. My mother
shifted a little to open up further for me but that was probably
an automatic reaction. She tasted like douche mixture at first
but pretty soon the real her came through, tasty, spicy, tart,
rich juices that formed a film over my face and trickled down over
my tongue, and gave me an insatiable longing for more.
"What are you doing?" she asked, crooning her words. "My
goodness, what is happening in this house. Mmmmmmm, it's awfully
nice, here comes the bride, big fat and wide, is that you Jackie?"
I didn't answer. My mouth was full of cunt, succulent, fleshy,
fragrant cunt. It was suffocating and enveloping me, I didn't
care what else happened as long as I could keep on eating her out.
Her passiveness made it all the nicer because I didn't have to
concern myself with her well-being, only my own. As I ate her my
hands found her big tits and massaged them vigorously. Her flesh
was so soft that it seemed to squelch between my fingers, but I
found it could only be squeezed so far before it resisted. Then
it was like smooth, firm rubber, possessed of a squeezability that
set my teeth on edge and made me want to squeeze so hard that her
tits would drop off. I parked my pussy over her shin bone and
rode along that slowly as if to keep it on the back burner. The
sensations her body provided me with were more than enough to keep
the rest of me burning brightly.
Time passed on fleet feet. I lost all awareness of where I
was, what I was doing, and what lay in the future. In a way it
was like being back in the womb, lost in fluid, surrounded by
flesh. My mother snored softly. Not even sex could pull her out
of her drunken stupor. All the more for me. I made love to her
beautifully and at length, had orgasms by the bunch, and
experienced something very few girls ever get to know: true
intimacy with one's mother.
I fell asleep huddled up beside her, the taste of her cunt in
my mouth, the resilience of her flesh echoing in the palms of my
hands. The curtain went down on the beautiful experiment
initiated by my cousin Veronica. Tomorrow was the wedding day,
Frank would be mine, I would be his, etc.. I snuggled up closer
to my mother at the thought of that drastic separation. How could
Frank replace all these people? What if he couldn't make love at
all? Or what if I was really a dyke. Many such fatuous questions
haunted my mind even after I'd fallen asleep to cause bad dreams
and a nervous night.
* * *
In the morning I felt fresh and clean. My mother woke up
soon after me and she informed me that she felt old and ragged.
Her hangover had her crawling out of bed to go into the bathroom
and run the tap over her head. Other relatives were sitting in
the kitchen, hunched over cups of black coffee and eating
aspirins. They told me I had missed a great party and I said I'd
take their word for that. Somehow this motley, seedy bunch
managed to transform itself into smartly dressed men and women
before it was time to go to the church. The caterers were setting
up shop on the lawn, the limousine was waiting, I was in my
special dress, Veronica in hers as befitted the bridesmaid, and
the party left the house in a stately manner. At the church it
got a little sticky when I had to walk along the aisle toward
Frank, seeing on either side of me the people whom I'd fucked so
recently, but I managed to keep a straight face. My father gave
me away a little reluctantly, I thought, and Tim was cool toward
Frank, but my husband didn't notice a thing. He kept looking at
me with shining eyes. Was he happy that we were man and wife or
did he just want to get into my pants?
The reception went smoothly enough, but far too quickly. I
wasn't sure if I could face Frank alone in the wedding suite that
had been booked for us. I was afraid I'd break down and tell him
everything. No marriage should start on that foot. During the
reception I looked at all my former lovers wistfully, yet already
there seemed to be some distance between us. I noticed a tendency
in myself to stick closer to Frank, to prefer his company to
Veronica's or my father's. A gold band on my finger served as a
constant reminder of my commitment but that wasn't the reason I
stuck with him. It was more psychological.
He looked very handsome in his new suit, self-assured and
strong, looking much more like his father than the boy who came
begging at my door a few days ago. He showed no signs of
eagerness or anxiety, he was charming with my relatives, witty
with his friends, and considerate toward me. I didn't know what
to make of this but I was glad of it. The reception drew to a
close, people gathered at the end of the driveway to wave us
goodbye as the limousine took us to the hotel. One night there
and in the morning we would leave for Europe. I felt like crying
when I looked at all those familiar faces. Why had I given them
up for Frank? They could give me everything he could give, and
more! Too late. We waved at the receding cluster of people, the
limousine turned a corner, and we were alone.
"Well, that wasn't so bad," he breathed, undoing his tie a
little and lighting cigarettes for the both of us. "How do you
feel, honey?"
"Okay, I guess." I couldn't look him in the eye. What if he
turned back into that whimpering boy once we were in the hotel
suite? I couldn't live with that. Either he demanded or he
didn't ask. We made some small talk about the wedding and the
guests but I had to force the words out. I was so nervous that I
could hardly breathe! He remarked how pale I was and tried to set
me at ease by holding my hand. His hand was big, strong, and dry,
not a sign of nervousness. We were ushered through the hotel,
into the elevator, and from there into the bridal suite. The door
closed behind us and the dreaded moment had arrived.
"Champagne?" he said. A trolley stood near the bed, laden
with snacks centered about an ice bucket holding a large bottle of
champagne. I accepted gratefully, thinking that this would make
me worry less. I couldn't believe Frank's poise. He had taken
off his tie and shoes and sat on the edge of the bed wiggling his
toes and sipping at his glass. "Ah, lovely. Do you want to eat
something? They laid this on so we could stay in bed as long as
we felt like it, I think," he grinned.
"No thank you." I took in the decor and wondered what to do
with myself. In the end I went over to the bed and sat beside him
but there was enough space between us to drive a bus through.
"Could I have another champagne, please?"
"Sure. But first you have to take off all your clothes."
"What? Why should I do that?"
"Because I said so." There was an edge to his voice that
told me I had better not try to be cute with him. I got up and
waited until he'd undone the buttons at the back, then stepped out
of the dress and took off the slip, the bra, panties, hose, and
whatever else was on my body. Frank nodded approvingly and handed
me a refill. I sat down again, so tense now that I spilled half
of it right away. If he noticed he gave no sign of it. He downed
his glass, set it down, and took off his clothes. But he didn't
attack me. He just sat down, poured himself another, and said how
lucky it was that the sun had shone on our wedding. I agreed.
"Boy, it makes you tired, though," he said, lying back on the
bed and resting his head on the pillows. "I know you expect the
honeymoon to begin right away but I'm not sure I'm up to it.
Still, we have all the time in the world now, don't we?"
"Er ... yes, I guess so," I said lamely. I just couldn't
work it out. Was this Frank or an identical twin he'd had hidden
away for years? His cock was limp, he looked totally relaxed, so
much so that I was afraid he'd fall asleep! I lay down beside
him, a bit closer now, and tried to figure it out. He was no
help.
Minutes ticked by. He might be dozing, I thought as I
surveyed his face. That should have made me feel more at ease but
somehow it was much worse this way. He ignored me! He took me
for granted on the first night! I would never live this down.
Still, if he thought I would try to change his mind he was crazy.
I could hold out as well as he could, I would show him. But how
did he get to be so calm? What had happened to his hornyness?
"Frank! What happened at that stag party last night!" I said
suddenly. I blurted the words out before thinking about it, and I
blushed furiously when he just grinned and said nothing. The
bastard! Now he was in real trouble with me. My pussy was closed
for business, for good if necessary. We lay there like two people
from a Feiffer cartoon, not saying a word, not touching, just
mulling. My eyes kept wandering over his nakedness, and in spite
of my anger I had to acknowledge his beauty. After all those
older men it was a treat to be with such a perfect body. The
ridges of abdominal muscle, the full chest, smooth skin, bulging
muscles in his upper arms, all of it brought out a yearning to
touch, taste, and love him. But I wouldn't give him that
satisfaction. Let him come to me!
Was he asleep? How he irritated me! His cock lay there like
a sleeping prince waiting to be kissed into awakening. It was so
thick and long, so tasty to look at that my mouth began to water.
Not only that, but my pussy did the same. Even though he was
unaware of me, I began to lust after him actively. I imagined how
it would be to touch his fine body, to take that long dick into my
mouth and to feel it harden and swell, and to have him touch me.
At the same time I tried to hold back emotions, but it was no use.
My pussy was dripping wet, my nipples were hard and ached for his
touch, and it was all I could do just to lie still.
"Honey?" I spoke softly, almost in a whisper, so as not to
wake him if he was asleep. No response. "Frank darling? Are you
asleep?" Still no answer. I raised my voice and tried again but
he just wouldn't come to. Once again I tried to subdue my rising
passion by lying back and taking no notice of his presence. But
even when I closed my eyes I could feel his body so near me, sense
its masculine power, and my imagination filled in the missing
details, such as that magnificent cock. "Frank, please, wake up!"
I cried, grabbing hold of him and shaking him. "I must have you,
you're driving me crazy!"
He mumbled something and tried to turn over on his side but I
wouldn't have it. "No you don't! Wake up, Frank, and be like a
husband to me. I can't take it any longer." Perhaps he was
secretly drunk. That would explain his new-found cool. With a
snort of disgust I let him drop and tried to sort out my thoughts.
What the hell, if he wanted to sleep let him. By the same token,
if I wanted to make love I would. I took hold of his cock with one
hand and rubbed it as though it was a magic lamp, to find it much
more responsive than the rest of my husband. A few caresses and
it began to swell quickly. But I wanted to feel it expand inside
my mouth so I hurried down and took it all inside. It throbbed
and grew rapidly, filling my mouth, pushing its way down my
throat. Now I could blow him in style. I knew how to relax my
throat muscles, how to use my tongue and teeth, and Frank would
find out in the course of this blow job that he had married a real
woman, one with real needs.
Even though Frank still wouldn't move, the fact that his cock
was as hard as rock was enough to spur me on. I gave it my best,
closing my lips hard just below his knob and tugging at it,
blowing on it, running my tongue in spiral from the tip right down
the thick stalk to the hairy base and back, I used my fingers, my
cheeks, everything to make his cock feel nice. I felt very happy
in my work. My body throbbed in time with his cock, I was as taut
and hot as it was, and making love to my own husband thrilled me
deep down.
"Hey, didn't I tell you the honeymoon would start later!"
Frank sat up and pushed my head away from his stiff cock. "You
better learn to do as I say, girl, or there's going to be a lot of
friction!"
"Frank, no, how could you!" Now I was really hurt. I reeled
back and lay along the foot of the bed in a state of shock.
"That's cruel as hell!"
"Is it really? Good, because I want to make my point very
clear. I say when we make love and I say when we don't! Now come
up here, lie down, and wait. I may change my mind and I may not.
It all depends on how I feel." I obeyed meekly but inside I was
in a rage. I almost wanted him to turn back into the groveling
boy. My body was in a raging turmoil, I'd had a taste of him and
I wanted more, more, more! His cock declined slowly, jerkily, and
it was like watching a stately vessel sink. I wanted to cry. This
was turning into the most miserable night of my life. If only he
would change his mind! I was powerless to influence him, however,
because I was already naked and I'd already played my trump card
by trying to blow him. What a fool I'd been.
"Okay, go back down on me," said Frank out of the blue. "Get
me hard and I'll think about it some more."
"Do you mean it, Frank?" I was so relieved and delighted
that I actually felt he was doing me a great favor. I went down
on him at once and now I treated his cock like royalty! I washed
it with my tongue, dried it with my breath, fondled it with all
ten fingers, loved it and lavished it with tender care. I kissed
his balls, his asshole, his thighs, I rubbed my face against his
belly and took his entire cock down my throat to make my muscles
pullulate about his sensitive knob, and my enthusiasm was so great
that I actually came in the process!
"That's very good," he said, and I noticed that some of the
ice had gone from his voice, that it quavered just a little. "But
I think my ass needs a bit more work."
"Right away, darling!" With the same zeal I descended to his
asshole and poked my tongue deep into the already wet sphincters.
I loved his musky, stuffy odor, the hairiness of his cheeks and
the surprising softness of his anus. His cock towered high above
my face and his balls dangled down, enticing me to lick them at
intervals. But I really gave it to his asshole, working my tongue
around and inside it until he was squirming with pleasure. He
couldn't maintain his front now, he was too far gone. But so was
I. In the back of my mind I realized he'd done a number on me but
that didn't matter; or rather, it made me all the happier.
When he finally consented to fuck me I was so hot that it
only took one good stroke to set me off. I'd had some good lovers
in my hectic week, perhaps some great ones, but Frank blew them
all away with that first deep thrust. It was as though he'd
opened the door leading to a burning room, letting in a burst of
oxygen that turned the fires into a roaring conflagration, and
once he'd done that nothing could fight my fire but his mighty
cock. It entered me deeper and deeper with every stroke, always
promising a heavy load of soothing sperm, always withholding it.
But I could wait a little longer. All that mattered to me
was that he was on top of me, that his cock was inside me, and
that he was in my arms. "Frank!" I moaned, only half aware of
what I was saying. "You're the one, there'll never be anyone
else!"
"There had better not be!" he panted, driving his cock
relentlessly into my cunt, fondling my tits with both hands and
occasionally bending down to suck at my hard nipples. "From here
on in it's you and me, Jackie, nobody else."
"Oh Frank, that's wonderful! I love you, Frank, do you know
that? I love you! Oh, Frank, Frank, it feels so great, you're
such a good lover!" Every word came from the heart. In between
mountainous waves of passion I thought back over past affairs and
they seemed very petty suddenly, just practice sessions for this
event. When he came I was completely done, there was nothing left
to be satisfied or loved, and the only surviving urge was to be
close to the man who had made me feel so great.
We made love often that night. The snacks, as it turned out,
came in as handy as K-rations on a forced march. Without them we
might not have survived. But before we finally fell asleep I
couldn't help but wonder what had caused such a change in my
husband's behavior. Was that a natural part of getting married?
Surely not.
Late the next morning I heard the bedside phone ring. Frank
picked it up and I heard him say hello to his father. The
conversation that followed provided me with the answer to my
question. "Yes Dad, yes it worked fine ... yeah, yes, that's
right ... she loved it ... okay, and thanks again for the advice,
Dad." I made sure he wouldn't know that I was awake by turning
over and smacking my lips sleepily and snoring a bit. But inside
I was smiling. With a father-in-law like that, how could our
marriage fail?
The End