This is a study of the skid to the bottom, the bottom of the moral ladder. We are living in a society that grows more and more permissive everyday. Whether this permissiveness is for the good or the bad is for others to decide. Certainly, the heroine of this novel could not have behaved in the way she does if she had lived at an earlier time. She has so much more. She has so much more going for her than girls had in the past.
And, where does this all lead her. It leads her straight to the brink of moral decay. Once she begins her lurid journey, there seems to be no way for her to stop it.
Is society to blame? Some will argue that it is. Others will argue that the individual can control greatly his or her own moral standards. Surely, both arguments have validity. They interact.
How can a beautiful girl begin to lead the kind of life that the heroine of this book comes to lead? This is an interesting question. It cannot be easily answered. There are no pat answers when individuals are being studied. Each person is unique unto himself. But each person is colored by his environment. This girl certainly is. She has opportunities that others girls do not have. She has advantages other girls do not have. And, she had disadvantages, too.
You will read things in this book that will shock you. Some of the things that unfold in these pages will stir you, some will excite you and some will revolt you. But, I would like to point out that all of these things certainly occur day after day, the world over. Of course, these things are not talked about in polite society. These are the things that are whispered about.
You will find this book stimulating to your senses, of that I can assure you. If you are not stimulated, well, then you are simply not human. The things that you are about to read about, happened to a human. Some of these things seem sub-human ... but they happen nonetheless.
Get ready to have your many senses assaulted excitingly as you turn the page.
-Horace Hammill, Ph.D. New York, N. Y.
CHAPTER ONE
Monroe College was nestled among clusters of old trees and gently rolling hills. The gothic stone buildings were ivy-colored. It was a lovely, peaceful setting for a fine college, eye-compelling and restful. The campus was dotted with girls and boys, single, in pairs and in groups. Exams were just ending and the college was due to close, in another week, for the summer session.
In one of the student counseling offices, Bill Tompkins was talking to another man. Bill was tall, in his early thirties, with thick, dark hair; he was in fine physical shape and was handsome, in a rugged way. The other man was his direct opposite. He was about fifty, short and heavy-set and balding. Bill put his hand on the other man's shoulder.
"All right, sir, I'll handle it, then. Ginny should be on her way over here now. You just go through that door. There's a short hall that connects with another office. Please wait there."
"Good. Thanks. I really appreciate this," the short, heavy-set man said. He turned and left Bill's office, shutting the door behind him.
Bill's eyes followed the man as he left. He didn't like the man. There was something slick and oily about him he was too smooth. And he didn't like the way the man had burdened him with a responsibility that was unpleasant, a responsibility that Bill did not think was his to shoulder. But he had agreed. The man was very persuasive.
The man was Ginny's uncle. Now Ginny was on her way over to Bill's office. Bill had been her student counselor ... and more. He was her lover, too. Just thinking of Ginny made his loins begin to stir with excitement. Ginny was the loveliest girl on the campus, the queen of everything. And, she was a splendid student. She had everything, beauty and brains ... and a very warm disposition. He hated to say hot pants ... very warm disposition sounded better. She was the most passionate girl he had ever encountered.
Bill had struggled against getting involved with Ginny, but her physical allure was too much for him. She had seduced him. It was his job to counsel students on their studies, and let them discuss their personal problems with him. Ginny was one of the students assigned to him. He was very jealous of her. He had to admit that he was in love with her, but he dared not admit it to her, and he tried desperately to hide the truth from himself. He knew that she wasn't his, exclusively. He knew that several boys on the campus had shared the same lovely charms as he had. He hated that. And now, he hated the unpleasant task he had agreed to take. Her uncle was a very convincing man, a good talker.
The buzzer on his phone rang. His secretary told him that Ginny was there. He told the secretary to send Ginny in. As he waited for her to enter, he came around his desk and sat on the edge of it. The door opened and Ginny came in.
She was breath-taking in her beauty. At nineteen she was the kind of girl that made men pant and grind their teeth in longing. She was tall for a girl over five seven. And every inch of her was generously endowed with rich curves. Her long, soft hair was blonde. Her eyes were deep blue. Her face was a dream of perfection. And her body her breasts were full and firm and ripe. Her waist was narrow and her slim hips flared out seductively. Her legs were long and flawless. And her buttocks, in no need of a girdle, were lush and firm.
She was wearing a soft blue cashmere sweater that clung lovingly to her gently swaying breasts Bill knew that Ginny seldom wore a bra had no need for one hated them Her dark blue miniskirt revealed a generous length of her nylon-encased, flashing legs. Ginny Rodgers was a dream ... a groin-stirring dream...
"You wanted to see me, Bill?" she asked in her low, soft voice as she swished toward him slowly, her eyes holding his with meaning.
"Yes, Ginny. Please sit down."
She stopped, paused, and stared at him, frowning. He seemed strangely so formal and troubled, his brow wrinkled as if with worry.
"Bill, you look so upset, worried," she said softly. Then she came quickly toward him as he sat on the edge of the desk. "Oh, but I know how to get your mind off unpleasant thoughts, darling," she whispered sultrily as she came over to him. She crowded in close, her legs going on either side of his slightly jacked-up leg. She snuggled in close, her legs rubbing in intimately over and around his, his knee, pushing her miniskirt up, revealing the stocking tops, creamy thighs and snaking garter belt strap as she pushed in close to him, the warm crown of her pussy mound pressing and rubbing over his thigh. Her warm arms slipped around his neck and she leaned in close to him, pressing her swaying, firm tits against his chest, her warm breath fanning over his ear.
"Please, Ginny," he managed. "I have something serious to discuss with you."
"Can't it wait until you give me a little kiss?" she purred seductively.
"Now, Ginny, I -"
His words were cut off as her moist, parted lips covered his, her pink tongue snaking in between his lips to search for his tongue. It was a long, slow, deep kiss, and it had a shattering effect on Bill. He could feel the warm rub of her panty concealed cunt over his thigh, the push of her tits against his chest, the hard nipples drilling, the warmth of her lips, the teasing of her tongue. With a strong effort, he managed to break the kiss and disengaged himself from her torrid embrace. His cock had stiffened, and she saw it as he stepped away from her. She reached for it with a wicked grin on her parted lips, and her familiar fingers curled around the pushing lump of his hard-on and caressed it through his trousers.
"Doesn't take much to stir you up, does it?" she purred, moving close to him, her hand gently caressing the lump in his pants.
"Please, Ginny," he said, roughly taking her hand away from his erection. She stared at him in disbelief as he removed her caressing hand.
"Bill!" she said with surprise. "You never did that before. You always liked me to play with your prick. And ... you know how I love to play with it," she grinned.
"Not now, Ginny. Please. I have something serious to say to you." He moved around and sat behind his desk, his hard-on aching. She stood there, staring at him.
"I don't understand -"
She was warm with her need. Her nipples were hard and long and tingling. Her pussy was on fire. His call had interrupted a little game she had been playing with Eve, her roommate. She and Eve had made it when they awoke and, just before Bill's call had come Eve was on the edge of laying Ginny again. Ginny had been dressed then, but Eve was seducing her. If the call hadn't come, Ginny would have been panting on her back, naked, defenseless under the lez advances of Eve. But his call had stopped it. So, Ginny had arrived at Bill's office in a state of sexual excitement and frustration. She had thought she could purge her longing with a quicky with Bill. And now Bill had stopped her. He had never done that before.
Ginny was a hot-blooded girl who believed that a girl was entitled to as much sexual freedom as a man. Now he was denying her in her need. She was growing angry in her frustration. She glared at him now.
"Ginny, your Uncle Harry is here."
"My Uncle Harry? Here? Why? Where is he?" she said, surprised.
"He's waiting in an outer office, Ginny."
"But why is he here, Bill?"
"Well." He paused, collecting himself. "This isn't going to be pleasant, Ginny. Please sit down."
"That's okay. I can take anything you have to say standing up. Why is Uncle Harry here, Bill?"
"It's about your mother, Ginny..."
"About Mother? What about Mother?"
"Ginny ... your mother was killed ... in an auto accident late last night ... "
"Mother?" She stood there, rooted, as the statement sank in. "Mother? Killed in a car?"
"Yes. Your father was too upset to come. That's why your uncle's here."
"Is Daddy all right?"
"Yes. He wasn't in the car with your mother, Ginny."
"Mother ... dead..." she said dumbly.
She stood there, momentarily stunned. It was strange. She felt no tears coming. She felt no great loss. Her mind jumped quickly. There was no real love lost between Ginny and her mother. She had been jealous of her mother since she reached puberty. She loved her father desperately, as all girls do, and she was jealous of her father's love for her mother. She didn't feel her mother was good enough for her father. Her mother was a first-class bitch and no matter how badly she treated her father, he seemed to endure it, and his love never seemed to dim. Ginny never got along with her mother. Her mother was sarcastic and she cut at Ginny viciously with her quick tongue, hurting Ginny, and seeming not to care. As Ginny grew older, she began to nurture deep hatred for her mother.
But she was her mother ... and now she was dead ... I should feel sorry, I should cry, Ginny thought to herself as she stood there, but she felt nothing ... nothing. Am I heartless? she asked herself. Why don't I feel upset? Why don't I cry? Mother's dead ... dead ... But still she felt nothing...
Bill watched her closely. He saw tenseness in the beautiful girl, but no tears. He figured that she was in deep shock and the impact of her mother's death hadn't quite registered as yet. When the full impact of the girl's loss finally hit her, like a delayed, devastating punch, the girl would surely go to pieces.
"Ginny," Bill said softly. "You've finished your exams. There's no need for you to stay. I waited a few moments after I called you in your room, waited for you to leave for my office. Then I called your roommate. She's packing your clothes and things for you. We've sent someone up to collect your bags and bring them to your uncle's car."
"It's very sweet of you to be so thoughtful, Bill," Ginny whispered. And still she did not feel the sorrow of her loss. Certainly, there was no love lost between Ginny and her mother, but she was her mother ... and now she was dead ... but she felt no sorrow...
"Your uncle's waiting for you in the office through there," Bill said, pointing to the door on the far side of the room. "You go ahead and join him. Go home with him. Ginny, I'm so sorry..." he said, not able to find the words that he wanted.
"Thank you, Bill, Thank you. I know it's been difficult for you, and I appreciate it."
She seemed in complete control of herself, and Bill admired her for that. He didn't believe he'd react the same way in the same situation. But he was sure that the greatness of her loss would hit her in a while. Ginny turned, gave him a little smile, and walked to the door. And then she was gone.
Her uncle looked up as Ginny entered the small office. He gave her a fleeting smile and stood up, walked to her and took her hand.
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I just didn't have it in me to tell you," he said.
"That's okay, Uncle Harry," she said, letting him hold her hand. She gave him a smile.
But she didn't really like him. He had always been too free with his hands. As soon as she began developing curves, when she was twelve, he began patting her behind. He was always putting his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. She knew even at twelve that it wasn't the natural affection of an uncle for a young niece. She hated him for making it seem either natural or accidental ... he was always trying to cop feels of her. And he always talked about how lovely she was, about how beautiful she was going to be when she grew up ... and his eyes were always roaming over her. She could tell from the way he looked at her, from the age of twelve on, that what he really wanted to do was grab her and feel her and lay her.
He didn't make her skin crawl. She just didn't like the way he had for years pretended that his feelings for her were those of a doting uncle. And, he wasn't the most appealing of men, as far as Ginny was concerned. He was shorter by two inches than she. And he was fat and bald and kind of oily. He was a slick operator; Ginny sensed that. He had a way with words. She was sure that he had success with women in spite of his lack of physical appeal. She didn't like him for all those years of dishonesty. She knew that she'd have felt warmer toward him if he had been honest with her.
They stood there, her hand in his. Even now, with the death of her mother pressing in on them, she could feel the heat of his desire for her. She could sense it. She felt it was wrong for him to be attracted to her at this moment, even though she still felt no sorrow with the loss of her mother.
"Come, Ginny, let's get out to the car. Your bags ought to be there now. We'll drive home."
"All right," she said in a subdued voice. She felt subdued now, very quiet and submissive, but that was the only change that she felt. She could still feel her frustrated sexual desire coursing through her body ... her mother's death hadn't even quelled that ...
She let him put his arm around her waist as they walked out of the building, as if he were trying to support and comfort her. But his hand was a little too low to fool her. It pressed in on her hip and she knew that he could feel the roll of her buttocks as they walked. Their bodies brushed and bumped as they walked slowly under the trees toward where his car was parked. She knew he was getting a charge out of the brush and bump of her body against his, and she didn't care. She was in the grip of a dual feeling: she was subdued and submissive and she still felt the slow warmth of denied physical desire. Perhaps, for the first time, she knew she wouldn't mind if he tried to cop a feel of her. She didn't mind now that he was purposely bumping and rubbing against her as they slowly walked along, his arm low around her waist, his hand pressing caressively over the very top of the swell of her buttocks.
Her uncle thanked the man who had put her suitcases next to the car. The man helped her uncle put the suitcases in the trunk. And then he held the door for her so that she could get into the big car. As she got into the car she brushed past her uncle, her tits grazing his chest. She felt his eyes on her legs as she sat down, her miniskirt riding up, revealing her stocking tops. She made a feeble attempt to pull the hem down, but the skirt was so short that it was useless. So she just sat there and left the hem of her miniskirt where it was as he got in behind the wheel and closed the door.
They didn't talk for a few moments as he slowly drove through the winding roads that led off the campus of the college. Ginny felt a stab of loneliness as they left the college grounds all of her friends were now behind her and she was going home to a funeral. She began to feel mildly lonely and depressed.
"It's a long ride, Ginny, honey," he said softly as he turned the big, luxurious car onto the main road. "It'll take us maybe six hours if we don't stop."
"That's a long time for you to drive, Uncle Harry," she said softly.
"Yes, it is. I thought maybe we could stop off and have something to eat along the way ... that is ... if you feel up to it ... "
"It's fine with me, and it'll be easier on you. I could drive part of the way, you know."
"That's all right, honey. I don't mind."
They drove along in silence for a while. Now they were driving swiftly along the highway over the green, rolling hills. Ginny could see that her uncle was having trouble keeping his eyes on the road. Her miniskirt was hiked up to the very tops of her stockings. She knew that every time she shifted position the skirt rode up a bit higher, and there was nothing that she could really do about it. And, she really didn't care. She felt so submissive and subdued and his glancing eyes only kept the low flame of her frustrated desire flickering in her body. She wasn't ashamed of her body; she was proud of it.
"I'm so sorry, Ginny..."
"That's okay, Uncle Harry, you don't have to say anything."
"It's difficult to find the words."
"I know." Then she paused. "It's so strange, though..."
"What's so strange, honey?"
"I don't feel as if I'm going to cry. I really felt nothing but shock and surprise when I found out. She was my mother and yet ... I don't know..."
"You don't have to talk about it, honey."
"I want to. We weren't close. I really didn't like her too much ... and she didn't like me
"No. She loved you, Ginny."
"She had a funny way of showing it. I know she's gone, but ... well she was always so bitchy to Daddy and me. We weren't close the way mothers and daughters should be. I think I hated her more for the way she treated Daddy than the way she treated me..."
"He loved your mother, honey."
"But she treated him rotten. And ... I know she cheated on him..."
"She never did that," he said, defending the dead woman.
"Yes, she did. I know it. I think that's why I got to dislike her so much. Daddy knew, and it hurt him. I heard them fighting about it ... more than once. She was so bitchy. She didn't even care that she was hurting him. She flaunted her affairs at him."
"Don't get yourself upset, Ginny."
"How could she cheat on Daddy? Daddy's so young and handsome and smart. How could she want anyone when she had him?"
"The only answers I can give you, honey, are cliches, honey. And I know you don't want them. A marriage is a fragile thing. Some people aren't meant to be faithful to one person."
"I feel so ... lonesome all of a sudden, Uncle Harry."
"Come over and sit by me."
She was suddenly overcome with a need to be close to another human. She had a need for the closeness of someone else. And he was the only person available. Ginny slowly slipped across the seat until she was cuddled close to her portly uncle. As she moved, her miniskirt hiked up, showing her creamy thighs over the tops of her extra-long stockings. He could see the blue garter belt strap cutting over her thighs; he could see where her stocking tops were fastened to garter belt straps. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off her warm, creamy thighs, and she made no attempt to pull her skirt down as she cuddled close to him. He had always dreamed of having her close, this way. He put his arm around her slender shoulder and thrilled to the close warmth of her body pressed to his, and drove along with one hand. Ginny cuddled close to him, feeling security in his closeness, and dropped her hand onto his thigh. When she put her hand on his thigh she had no sexual intent. She was really unconscious that she had done it. But she became aware as she felt his body tense as she put her hand on his thigh.
Neither said a word as they drove along. Now they were both aware of their physical closeness. As he took a gentle curve at high speed, the car swayed slightly and she felt her body slide closer to his, and her hand on his thigh slid accidentally up on his thigh, forced up by the motion of the car. Now her hand was high up on his thigh, almost at the very top of it, the fingers of her hand lying low around his inner thigh.
She glanced down. She saw the stiff bulge of his hard-on ... on his other thigh. If her hand had been on his other thigh, it would have slid up over his hard-on.
Ginny remained cuddled close to her uncle, her hand resting on his thigh, her skirt hiked up, showing stocking tops, creamy thighs and blue garters. She knew she looked very sexy. She could see by the bulge in his pants that he desperately wanted her. In her loneliness she enjoyed her closeness to him ... she enjoyed pressing her body close to his ... she enjoyed having her hand high up on his thigh ... she enjoyed the way her body was affecting him, making his cock stiffen into a sizable erection. He was a short, flabby, bald-headed man, but there was nothing short and flabby about his hard-on. She hummed low, contentedly in her throat, needing his closeness, needing to know that she was desirable ... even to him ... a man whom she had always considered undesirable ... a man whom she had always considered a dirty old man.
"I feel a lot better now, cuddled up close to you, Uncle Harry," she whispered, squeezing his thigh affectionately. She grinned to herself, wishing his cock was lying on the thigh under her hand, rather than on the other thigh; if it was under her hand, he'd really enjoy the squeeze she had just given his thigh. "I feel nice and cozy and protected."
"You feel real nice close like this," he whispered back.
"You don't mind me cuddling up to you, do you?"
"Why should I mind? I like it."
"That's nice, cause I like it, too."
"You're so lovely, Ginny, so beautiful."
"Oh, thank you, Uncle Harry," she said softly, squeezing his thigh again. "Do I bother you?"
"Bother me? How could you bother me."
"Oh ... I don't know..." she whispered coyly.
"Yes, you do bother me," he said frankly, being honest with her for the first time.
"I'm sorry I bother you ... how do I bother you?" she whispered, wondering if he were going to make up a story or be honest for once.
"How do you bother me? By being beautiful and desirable and very close right now. Can't you see how you bother me, Ginny?"
"I don't understand..." she fenced.
"You've glanced down at my lap. You have eyes. You can see, Ginny. I ... have a hard-on," he said bluntly, his voice hoarse.
"Yes ... you do," she said softly, glancing down at it. He had been honest. It was about time.
"I can't help myself. You're so lovely. The feel of you close to me and your skirt up so high
"I'm glad you're being frank."
"But this isn't the right time -"
"I didn't move close to you to tease you, Uncle Harry. I just felt so alone and needed to be close. My mother's dead. I don't think it's wrong. I feel kind of numb in my heart. It's good to be close to you. It's good to know that you find me ... attractive..."
"Attractive?" he grinned. "That's putting it mildly."
"You've wanted me for a long time, haven't you, Uncle Harry?"
"Yes, I have. I can't lie about it. I've felt ashamed about it, so I've tried my best to hide it. But I've always wanted to touch you, Ginny."
"I know. I knew from the time I was twelve."
"You knew? Even then."
"Yes, I knew. And I resented you for trying to cop cheap feels while pretending to be affectionate."
"What else could I do, Ginny? I'm so much older than you. And you're my niece, my brother's daughter. Society frowns on such things."
"To hell with society," she cursed. "Why must I, why must you, live by rules made up by people who died so many years ago?"
"Well, that's the way it is, Ginny."
"But that isn't the way it has to be. Look. There's a stupid double-standard. A guy can run around and he's called affectionately a playboy. But if a girl runs around she's a whore. That's wrong. Why should it be any different? I'll tell you that I live my life the way I want as much as I can. If a guy wants a girl he goes after her. Right? There's nothing wrong with that. Well, why should it be different for a girl? When I want a guy, I go after him," she concluded simply.
He glanced at her, as if seeing her for the first time. She surprised him with her attitude. And, the way she was acting, the way that she was talking ... it seemed to Harry as if she were giving him an invitation, the green light to go ahead and put the make on. Oh, how he wanted to get his hands on those tits, that juicy body! Oh, how he wanted to stick his hard cock into her young pussy!
"Oh, when I was sixteen," she smiled.
"I know this is the wrong time, what with your mother's death," he started.
"Uncle Harry. I don't want to think about that now. Help me forget it, please?"
"All right." They drove along in silence for a few miles. And then he said: "How long have you known I've been sitting here with a hard-on?"
"Oh, I watched it growing," she giggled. :'
"Want to do something about it?"
"What would you like me to do about it?" she answered brazenly.
"Oh, we could shack up or -"
"But we have to get home -"
"or you could give me a blow-job -"
"I could?" she smiled innocently.
"Yes, you could. That wouldn't take as much time, and -"
"But what would I get out of that?" she teased, caressing his thigh with her hand.
"Pleasure, if I have you figured right," he smiled.
"But you don't know for sure, do you?" she grinned.
"No. I don't. But there's a very easy way to find out."
"I think we'll delay your finding out," she smiled. "There's a very good restaurant a mile up the road. I'd like something to eat and I don't mean you," she laughed wildly.
"Okay, we'll feed you and save that for dessert," he laughed.
"Gee, I was thinking of chocolate pudding for dessert," she teased.
"Then I'll get an extra bowl of chocolate pudding and smear it all over my ... problem ... and then you can have your dessert and eat it," he laughed lewdly.
"You think of everything," she laughed. "There's the place."
He turned the big car off the highway and pulled into the parking lot, and turned off the motor. He turned to her.
"How about a kiss?"
"No. We're going to have something to eat first. But, I think you owe me something for all of the cheap feels you've copped over the years."
"Oh? What do I owe you, Ginny?"
"You owe me the chance to cop a cheap feel," she giggled.
With those words she leaned over and with her curling fingers she encircled the straining lump of his hard-on through his trousers. Her fingers squeezed as she looked into his eyes, grinning. Then she quickly let go and laughed.
"Now we're even," she laughed, sliding away from him, opening the door on her side. "I don't know how you're going to smuggle that big, hard boner of yours into the restaurant, but that's your problem."
"I wish it were yours," he laughed easily.
"How're you going to smuggle it in? Lordy, it makes the front of your pants stick out like you've got a tent pole in there."
"Oh, I can shove my hands in my pockets, or something. But that's my problem, isn't it, Ginny?"
She grinned and nodded yes. She wasn't even thinking of her mother now. All she was thinking about was the warm, thick, long, hard feel of his cock. He had a good big one. Bigger than Bill's. I've grabbed two cocks today, but haven't been laid yet, she thought to herself. Well, I'll have to change my luck, she added to herself. And still she felt nothing over her mother's death. She wasn't even thinking of her now as she got out of the car.
CHAPTER TWO
Ginny and her Uncle Harry finished lunch and then sat back, relaxing, sipping on Bloody Marys. She wanted a man now, and he was the only one available. She looked him over carefully. He wasn't much of a man, by her standards, as far as looks and sexual attractiveness were concerned. But he certainly was a man where it counted, down there between his legs; her fingers had told her that when they had caressed and measured his erect prick. In spite of his lack of physical attractiveness, Ginny wondered what he'd be like as a lay; she was curious about all men. She was curious about the size and look of their pricks she never tired of feeling them and gazing at them they were fascinating to her. And she always wondered how they'd use their pricks. She had found that the best-looking guys weren't necessarily the best lovers. She wondered how good her portly uncle was...
She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table, moving her shoulders. When she did, her ripe, firm tits, unfettered by a bra, swayed seductively beneath the light blue sweater.
"You don't wear a bra, do you, Ginny?" he asked, his eyes hotly watching the bob and sway of her tits.
"No, I don't," she giggled. "I don't need a bra, and I hate to wear one. Do you disapprove?" she teased.
"Disapprove?" he laughed. "I'd be happy if you were topless bare!"
"You think I have a nice pair of titties?" she grinned seductively.
"From what I can see, you have a beautiful pair," he smiled.
She wanted to tease him. She wanted to make him squirm. She wanted him to desire her so desperately that he'd grind his teeth in his need.
He was sitting across from her at the table, sipping his drink, his eyes admiring her with naked desire. She smiled at him, licking her painted lips with her tongue seductively. Then, as she smiled at him, she worked her shoe off of her foot. When the shoe was off, she inched down in her chair, reaching her long, lovely leg under the table toward her uncle. Her stocking foot touched his ankle under the table.
"Oh, you want to play footsie?" he grinned.
"I have more in mind than that," she said in a low voice.
Her stocking foot slid up his calf, her toes wiggling teasingly. He just sat there, staring at her, his chubby face slightly flushed. She stretched her leg and now her foot moved caressingly up over her uncle's thigh. She could see desire glittering in his eyes now as he made no attempt to move or speak, giving himself up to the teasing game that she was playing under the table with her stocking foot.
And then her foot reached his crotch and pressed down on his renewed erection. She heard him gasp, and she grinned wickedly. She began to move her foot gently and teasingly to and fro over his hard cock, curling her toes, feeling the length of thickness of his erection with her foot and toes. It was a maddening, bizarre caress, and she knew that she was driving him wild with the slow slide of her foot and toes over the huge lump of his erection. She felt the throb and flex of his cock under her moving foot.
"I guess we ought to finish our drinks and leave pretty soon, Uncle Harry," she purred softly, as if her foot weren't weaving a bizarre spell on his throbbing cock under the table.
"That feels good," he sighed, sliding down slightly in his chair, shoving his hard-on at her caressing foot.
"I didn't know you had a foot fetish," she teased.
"I didn't either ... until just now," he said in a low voice.
"You've really been a nice surprise for me, Uncle Harry," she whispered.
"I have? How?"
"Well, you're short and kind of ... flabby ... but the big surprise was that big, hard prick of yours. It's not short or flabby ... and I like that. It's a nice surprise." She pressed her foot down hard on his hard-on and he groaned.
They both were paying no attention to the rest of the people in the restaurant. None of them could see the wicked little game that Ginny was playing under the table. The tablecloth dipped low, shielding her moving leg and foot from view.
"Ginny, you're going to give me a bad case of blue balls," he moaned.
"Oh, you mean your balls will ache if I continue to tease your cock without giving you relief . . ? Well, I'm not a tease. I wouldn't let you suffer an awful case of blue balls," she whispered.
"You're not a tease," he repeated, his voice choking.
"No, I'm not a tease. I'll take care of you, darling Uncle Harry. But I can't unless you get the waiter over here."
"Wha-what for, Ginny? What do you mean?"
"Well, she smiled, licking her little pink tongue suggestively over her moist, parted lips, "well, we need an extra cup of ... chocolate pudding..."
"Oh! Yes." His face was slightly flushed and tiny beads of perspiration were beginning to form on his forehead. He signaled the waiter, and, when the waiter came over, Ginny made it even more difficult for him by rubbing her foot wildly over his aching, rock-hard cock. "We'd like one chocolate pudding."
"Yes, sir," the waiter said, writing on his pad.
"But we don't want to eat it here."
"I beg your pardon, sir?"
"I said we don't want to eat it here. We want to take it with us." He was having a terrible time as her foot rubbed brazenly under the concealment of the table over his hard-on.
"You wish to take the chocolate pudding with you, sir?" the waiter said, frowning. "That's right."
"This is highly irregular, sir," the waiter said.
"Look. You charge fifty cents for chocolate pudding. That's a nice profit. I'll make that profit sweeter. I'll give you a buck for a chocolate pudding to take out."
"But, sir, it comes in a glass cup -"
"That's worth a few pennies. Go talk to the manager. If he wants more than a dollar, he's got it."
"Well, sir, this is very strange, but, I shall speak with the manager," the waiter said, looking at Harry as if he were crazy. Then he turned and walked away.
"You handled that beautifully, Uncle Harry," Ginny grinned.
"It wasn't easy, what with you rubbing your foot deliriously over my cock, Ginny," he said.
"Nothing's any good that comes easily," she smiled, lazily rubbing her foot caressingly over his lumping erection.
And then the waiter returned with a cup of chocolate pudding.
"It will be a dollar and a quarter, sir. Shall I add it to your bill?"
"Yes, you do that," Harry said, nearly gasping as Ginny renewed the wild rubbing of her stocking foot over his cock as he talked to the waiter.
The waiter handed him the bill, and Harry took a credit card from his wallet and gave it to the waiter. The waiter took the bill and credit card and withdrew. In a moment he returned. Harry signed the bill, adding a generous tip, and the waiter smiled and thanked him profusely.
"Well, let's go, Uncle Harry," Ginny said, slowly withdrawing her foot, releasing his aching cock from the rubbing, and slipping her dainty foot into her shoe.
"It was enough trouble smuggling this hard-on into the restaurant. It's going to be a nightmare smuggling it out."
"Oh, you'll think of something," she grinned. "I'll help by carrying the chocolate pudding, darling."
She got up, smoothing her miniskirt, aware that men were turning to look at her. There were very few women in the restaurant. She arched her back, patting her blonde hair, knowing that the movement made her thrusting tits poke out and sway, and she enjoyed the way the men were craning their necks to watch.
"You're in luck, Uncle Harry," she whispered, leaning toward him. "There're mostly men in here. They'll watch me when we leave so you won't have to worry too much about anyone staring at your big boner."
"Wonderful," he said with a nervous laugh, slowly getting to his feet.
"My goodness, it is big, though," she giggled when she saw the huge lump of his hard-on pushing out tautly the material of his trousers. He gave her a sick grin. Then she walked ahead of him, swaying her hips bewitchingly, feeling the warmth of many men's eyes on her as she walked. She liked to show off her body. She was now so engrossed in herself and her own desire that she gave no thought to her dead mother.
And then they got into the car. There were other cars parked nearby. She put the chocolate pudding on the wide, padded dashboard and slid over toward her uncle, her hand sliding quickly to his lap, her fingers tightly circling the bunched material of his trousers around his arching erection. He groaned.
"We'll have to find someplace to park," he moaned.
"No. Let's have a little fun right here," she teased, her hand playing warmly up and down over his cock through the trousers.
"But someone might see us!" he protested.
"That's what makes it all the more fun, darling Uncle Harry," she laughed.
"But -" he sputtered.
"Oh, hush, now! You don't want a case of blue balls, do you."
"No, I don't ... "
"Then just relax, darling, and leave everything to me," she purred.
Harry gave himself up to her, stunned at what was taking place. She was so beautiful and he had longed for her for so long, and now here she was offering herself to him, taking the initiative ... The turnabout was stunning to him. He dared not challenge her now, or in anyway try to take the lead from her. He knew that what was happening was establishing a new link between them, and that their relationship would never be the same again. In his fevered mind's eye, he could envision lurid sexual encounters with his gorgeous niece; he could envision himself plundering her firm, ripe, alluring body in every way imaginable. So he simply gave himself up to her, did not protest, and let her do what she wanted.
Ginny was enjoying herself. That he was her uncle, a blood relative, gave their intimacy a feeling of incest, forbidding and tempting. She believed in total sexual freedom for herself and all girls, and in a way she was proving something as she unbuckled his belt after slipping off his suit jacket.
"Now, Ginny's going to have a good time, and you are too," she purred. She liked the way his face was flushed. She liked the way he was now helpless under her advances. She felt suddenly superior to him, and liked the feeling. She believed that he was the kind of man, in spite of his lack of physical attractiveness, who always seduced women, turning them into willing victims. Now she was reversing everything, she was turning him into a helpless, willing victim.
She got his belt unbuckled and then unbuttoned the top of his trousers. Her fingers found the tab of his zipper and she slowly, seductively, drew the zipper down, opening his fly. His pants gaped open, but she didn't reach her hand in, not yet. She wanted this to be nice and slow. She wanted to torture him, make him beg ... She saw his white shorts and grinned, feeling them with light fingertips.
"Why, Uncle Harry, you wear silk shorts!"
"Yes, I like them," he panted.
"You do? Say, I'll bet you'd like to wear a pair of my silky, lacy panties, wouldn't you?" she teased.
He didn't answer. His eyes were closed and he was groaning in his need.
"Lift your behind," she commanded in a soft, strong voice.
He did, and she dragged his pants down and off. She leaned over the seat and put his trousers neatly on the back seat. Then she moved back close to him again as he sat there, puffing, his eyes closed, his fleshy face flushed, beads of perspiration on his bald head. Strangely, her mind flitted to arithmetic, and she figured that he was at least thirty years older than she. That gave her a strange thrill. He was thirty years older, and yet his age and experience did him no good he was like putty in her hands. She was doing the seducing, when she felt that nature meant for their positions to be reversed. It seemed kind of wicked and bizarre and unnatural to Ginny, and the overriding thrill of potential incest added to her feverish need.
She ran her hand over the rolls of fat around his stomach, feeling caressingly his flabbiness through the silky shorts that he was wearing. She saw with feverish eyes, the way his hard cock was nearly ripping through the silk shorts, and there were wet, sticky spots on his silky shorts where precome had soaked them. With skilled hands she slowly drew his shorts down and off, tossing them casually to the back seat of the big car.
She moved in close again. He sat there in shirt, tie, undershirt, socks and shoes, otherwise naked from the waist down, his buttocks shifting with nervous desire on the plush leather seat. His belly was warm and flabby and hairy under the teasing, circular caress of her right hand. She nearly giggled when she saw how thin and hairy his legs were. She wondered how his skinny legs could support the fat upper portion of his body.
And she gazed with curiosity at his hard-on. She could never get enough of cocks. They fascinated her. Each man's was different. Her uncle's stood at hard attention, thrusting up from his hanging, hairy bag of balls. A dark tangle of curly pubic hair grew at the base of his thrusting, arching cock. His cock wasn't pink it was a darker flesh color than his legs or belly. The skin was taut and the thick veins were in bold relief. A glistening drop of seminal fluid trembled on the tiny gland of the knob of his circumcised prick.
Slowly she closed her warm, slender fingers around his fleshy cock and felt it throb in the palm of her holding hand.
"Ummm, what a nice, thick, long, hard cock you have, Uncle Harry," Ginny whispered into his ear, fluttering her tongue there, making him nearly sob in his need. "I'm going to just love fooling around with your wonderful prick. It's bigger and nicer than my favorite boyfriend's prick."
"Ohhhh, Ginny, you're driving me crazy," he moaned as her circling fingers began a slow, gripping, lazy slide up and down on his hard-on.
The sun poured into the car windows. Anyone passing nearby on their way to their own car could easily look in and see the way she was jerking-off his cock with her slowly moving hand. Her eyes were glittering with lust. His were closed tightly, and he was breathing hard. She had the root of him in the moving grip of her hand. He was helplessly enslaved by her slow hand caress, and she knew that she could do anything to him hurt him, tease him, frustrate him, pleasure him it was all up to her since he was a captive of her now as she weaved a warm web of lust about them with her slowly jerking hand.
And then she bent low over his lap, her hand still cupping, pressuring, massaging, jerking his cock, and her long blonde hair swished over his belly and thighs and her warm breath fanned over the straining, blood-engorged head of his prick. She flicked her tongue out and daintily licked away the glistening drop of seminal fluid from the tiny gland. She loved the sticky, musky taste of it.
She held his erection in the cup of her hand, her other hand toying deliciously with his sack of balls, and then pressed her warm, smooth cheek against the underside of his throbbing cock. She rubbed her cheek lovingly against his hard, fleshy penis, loving the feel of it.
And then she pressed a wet, parted-lip kiss on the knob of his prick, her eyelashes fluttering. Her kiss wetly lingered there as he groaned and panted, helplessly.
Ginny loved the scent of his genitals, but the cologne he was wearing nearly smothered it. She hated for men to wear colognes. She liked the musky scent of their privates. She loved the way their wiry pubic hair tickled her pretty nose.
"Do me a favor, Uncle Harry?" she whispered, lifting her lips from his prick.
"Yesssss," he hissed. "Anything..."
"Don't wear cologne anymore. I like the smell of a man. Please don't cheat me of it by splashing cologne all over yourself."
"Anything ... you say ... Yes!"
"Thank you, darling," she smiled. "I stole a big napkin from the restaurant, dear. Chocolate pudding can be awful messy," she giggled.
"Please, take me! I need it sooo. Oh, God, you're driving meeee crazy! Please!"
She liked the way he was begging. She knew she'd get him so weak and defenseless and helpless that he'd beg her for relief, relief that only she could give, anyway that she desired. Right now she hungered to suck his cock. Ginny learned very early that she was a fantastic cock-sucker, and she loved sucking cocks! She didn't know if she liked it better than fucking, but sex was great no matter what variation you wanted to try. And now she was going to give him a cock-sucking that he'd never forget. She was going to give him the works, and the chocolate pudding was going to add a nice touch of novelty.
Ginny giggled as she reached to the dashboard for the cup of chocolate pudding. She held it in one hand, made a face and then dipped her other hand into the chocolate. It was gooie.
"This is going to be messy, but it's going to be fun! Delicious fun," she laughed.
With one hand encirling the base of his erection, she went to work. She had a creamy handful of pudding. She slowly began to smear gobs of it over the satiny head of his hard prick. He groaned.
"God, it's cold and gooie," he moaned, feeling the bizarre smearing of chocolate pudding over the head of his prick.
"Oh, this is soooo much fun," she laughed.
Slowly she smeared gobs of creamy chocolate pudding over his cock, until every inch of its arching hardness was thickly coated. And then she delicately smeared it over his sack of balls. Then she stared down at it, laughing.
"Oh, look at your darling peter, Uncle Harry! It looks like a giant, thick chocolate pudding stick! Ummmm, it looks simply delicious! Good enough to eat!"
"Please ... eat it, please!" he begged, trembling in his need.
"Oh, I will, I will! Nothing could stop me from such a delectable feast!"
"Blow me! Suck me!" he begged, his voice choking, not able to wait for her lips to dive down onto his aching cock.
Ginny had him where she wanted him. She had him so whipped up with desire that he had suffered a kind of silly humiliation in permitting her to smear his cock and balls with a thick coat of chocolate pudding. He was such a smoothie, a kind of Mr. Slick, and yet, she had him in such tortured need that he had let her play with him as if he were a young boy. And there was danger in discovery, sitting there naked from the waist down in a sun-drenched parking lot, with a lovely girl bowing her lovely blonde head over his chocolate covered hard-on...
She bowed her head, her eyelashes fluttering. The chocolate knob of his erect prick quivered as he nervously flexed it. Her face came down, closer and closer. And then, with her lips just within grazing distance of the tip of his erection, she slowly snaked her pink tongue out.
"I'm going to love this, darling Uncle, and so are you," she whispered softly.
"Yesssss, yessss, do it, please..." he begged.
Her tongue played a teasing, licking lazy circle over the very tip of his cock, slowly plowing through the thick chocolate. Over the knob of his prick, her tongue slowly licked, taking a layer of chocolate with every lick. He groaned at the teasing lick of her tongue, desperately wanting her lips to close around his throbbing cock, to suck it avidly. But she was in no hurry.
Slowly, round and round over the bulging head of his prick, her chocolate stained tongue licked. Her tongue, snakelike, circled and laved and danced, giving him thrilling sensations. Then she slowly began dragging her tongue up and down over the entire length and thickness of his chocolate-smeared erection.
"This is simply delicious fun," she smiled.
And then she ducked her head to her task once more. She stared at his chocolate stained, quivering erection, and her eyes looked as if she were hypnotized by it, enthralled by it. Her lips formed a perfect oval and then gently closed over the head of his cock. He groaned in his excitement, but his excitement was no greater than Ginny's. She was thrilled by the slow, delicious blow-job that she was giving him. She loved doing it, she always did. To Ginny, sucking cock was one of the great treats that the world had to offer. And sucking his chocolate-coated hard-on was an exceptional delight. Ginny was getting glassy-eyed as she sucked on his cock with her sensitive, warm lips. She nibbled and scraped with her teeth as her head began to lower, her lips sucking down on more and more of his fleshy erection.
And the taste of the chocolate! It was sooo tasty! And it made his cock soooo slippery and easy to mouth. She mouthed his meaty prick with passion now, and he nearly sobbed as she did. His cock slid in and out of the warm, wet circle of her clinging lips. She gobbled up every inch of it, her nose rubbing into his wiry pubic hair, her chin bumping against his balls.
She loved the over-stuffed feeling she loved the way it crammed her mouth to capacity. Her blonde head bobbed slowly over his hot, slippery, jerking penis. She held it in a vice-like, velvet grip with her smothering lips as she made spastic love to it.
As she sucked his cock she played with the balls that she had licked clean of chocolate with her eager tongue. She hefted them and jiggled them in the caressing palm of her warm hand. His massive cudgel appeared and disappeared in the tight circle of her clinging, distended lips as she sucked lecherously. She loved the taste and warmth and hardness of his throbbing staff as she sucked on it as if it were a tasty lollipop. She tasted the tiny drop of seminal fluid that seeped from the gland of his penis mixing with the taste of chocolate. She rotated her head as she bobbed it, giving him an extra measure of sucking thrills.
His thick cock slid in and out of her mouth with a wet, sucking noise. He glanced down with feverish eyes and watched as his hard prick disappeared in the circle of his niece's lovely lips. She rubbed her nose into the wiry tufts of hair and toyed with his balls as she sucked. She sucked and licked wildly now, her head bobbing faster and faster.
Her tongue circled wetly over the veined, pulsing underside of his hard-on, and she flicked it tantalizingly over every inch of the fleshy staff. She loved the hard, jerking stab of it as she ground her lips over it. She licked up and down on it, nibbled on it, as she sucked it more and more furiously, putting everything she had into it, wanting to make this a blow-job that he'd never forget. Her mouth worked with slavish devotion, up and down on his cock.
With lewd delight she worshiped his rod, sucking on it heatedly. It plunged in and out of her mouth, the full length of it running along her tongue to the back of her throat. She clamped down hard with her stretched, oval lips on the huge intrusion in her mouth.
"Ohhhh, God! Do you know how to suck!" he gasped.
She put all of her skill and energy into it now. She felt it quivering and swelling, and she knew he was about to come.
"I'm going to come!" he cried out.
And then he began to come, and his spurting tool surged in and out of her milking lips. She felt the throb and shudder of his fleshy cock as the first spurt of thick, warm, sticky sperm shot into her mouth to splash into her throat. She swallowed, loving the taste of it. She swallowed and swallowed, as her cheeks puffed out and hollowed with each shot of sperm. Her mouth was full of it and she could not swallow it fast enough and some of the sticky fluid trickled out of the corners of her surging lips and trickled down onto her chin. She drank every drop of it until there was none left, and his cock deflated in the wet clamp of her loving lips.
Slowly, she slid her lips off of his limp cock.
"Now I have to lick it clean, like a good girl," she giggled.
"God, that was terrific! Never had a blow-job like that in my life!" he panted.
"Oh, I'm a very good cock-sucker," she giggled.
"You're the best in the world!" he puffed, his glassy eyes shining with satisfaction.
"But now I have to lick your darling cock clean. It's all wet and sticky and there's still some delicious chocolate on it," she grinned.
She ducked her lovely face to his limp prick and her pink tongue began to slowly lick over every inch, every pore of his cock, washing it clean. And then her tongue was laving over his balls, as she licked and sucked both of them clean.
"Now you're all clean, but all soaked. I'll have to dry you off."
She laughed and took the napkin she had stolen from the restaurant and with loving hands delicately dried his limp cock and balls.
"There!" she grinned. "All dry. Feel better now?"
"Ohhh, wonderful, wonderful!"
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"You're incredible! Fantastic!"
"I know. I've never had a complaint. Only rave reviews," she laughed. "Well, there's no danger of you suffering from a case of blue balls now, is there?"
"No. Not a chance."
"Well, I think that ought to hold you for a little while, Uncle Harry. I enjoyed myself, and I trust you enjoyed yourself, too?"
"Never dreamed a blow-job could be that good! I've had some pretty good ones, but none can match the one you just gave me!"
"Good! It's nice to know you're the best at anything," she smiled.
Then she glanced in the mirror and giggled. Her lips were ringed with chocolate. She took a tissue and wiped the chocolate away, and carefully reapplied her lipstick. Then she turned and smiled at him, "Goodness, your prick was a mess when I got through blowing you. It was covered with saliva, come juice, lipstick and chocolate. But, I've taken care of all of that nicely now, haven't I?"
"You certainly have. Hey. It's getting late! We'd better get moving." He struggled as she watched and dragged up his white silk shorts and trousers. When he went to zip up his fly, she reached over with her hand and stopped him.
"No, Uncle Harry. Please don't zip up your fly."
"Why not, Ginny?"
"Well, I might want to have another snack on that yummy cock of yours. Leave your fly open for me, huh?" she coaxed with a pretty smile.
"But it'll be dangerous you can't do that while I'm driving!"
"Oh, yes I can. You just leave your fly unzipped and see!"
"But -"
"No buts! Just do as I say, and we'll have a very nice, interesting time!"
He left his fly unzipped during the rest of the drive. Twice Ginny reached into the gaping fly and hoisted his cock and balls free and then, bowing down over his lap, under the steering wheel, she sucked him off. She had given him three blow-jobs by the time they reached the sign indicating that they were only minutes away from her home. She zipped up his fly at that point with a disappointed pout, and patted his much-sucked cock, now hidden from her in his trousers once more.
As they turned up the winding, lovely street on which Ginny lived, tears suddenly sprang to her eyes and she began to silently cry, the loss of her mother reaching her at last.
They sat in the car together for several minutes, Harry comforting the girl. Then, finally, she pulled herself together, dried her eyes, and got out of the car. He put his arm around her slim waist and walked slowly with her up the path to the front door of the impressive colonial house that had been her home for so many years...
CHAPTER THREE
The funeral and everything surrounding it was so dreary. Ginny bore up well under it, clinging to her father, giving him comfort and sympathy. Strangely, she wasn't too saddened and moved. She didn't feel it as an irreplaceable loss. She had grown, over the years, to dislike her mother, and now, with her mother's death, she knew how little she really felt for her mother, how little she really relied on her mother for love, companionship and affection. All of her love and devotion went to her father.
Several days passed. Her father tried to brighten up, but she could see the brooding light in his eyes. Finally, he decided to go into the office, feeling that he could lose himself in his work. Ginny tried to change his mind, but he was determined to try. Ginny was alone. She roamed about the big, beautifully furnished house, feeling lonely. She longed for companionship. Her mother's car was now hers. She decided to take it and go out for a drive. She went up to her room to change..
She slipped into a red pair of lacy panties, didn't bother with a bra, pulled on a pair of red knee socks, a red miniskirt and a pink sweater. She stepped into a pair of black shoes and then surveyed her tempting reflection in the mirror. It felt good to be in bright, gay clothes again, after wearing drab clothes during the dreary days of mourning. She had to get out and go somewhere. She was desperate for company. She picked up the phone by the side of the bed and impulsively dialed her Uncle Harry's number; no answer. She hung up the phone, skipped down the stairs and went out of the back door. The blue, shining sports car was parked in the driveway in front of the garage. As she went to open the door and step in she heard a boy's voice calling her name.
"Hi, Ginny!" It was Mark Burney, the boy who lived next door. Mark was sixteen, tall and skinny, with black hair and a long, thin face.
"Hello, Mark. Haven't seen you for a long time." She smiled. She saw the way he stood there awkwardly for a moment, knowing that he was ill-at-ease, not knowing how to act or what to say. "Mark. Let's forget about sad things, okay?" she said helpfully.
"Okay, Ginny. Boy, do you look nifty!" he grinned, his young eyes admiring her loveliness.
"Well, thank you, Mark. Gee, you must have grown at least five inches since the last time I saw you."
"Yeah. I'm 5-11 now. Last time I saw you, you were taller than I was. I'm growing like crazy. If I don't stop soon I'll be a freak . "
"Or the star of the basketball team . "
"Or both," he laughed. "I've grown like crazy "Oh, you'll start gaining soon enough, Mark. I wouldn't worry if I were you."
"But you're not me. You have no worries about being skinny," he grinned, his eyes admiringly going over her tits, her waist, hips and legs.
"Are you trying to tell me I have a nice shape?" she teased. "Yeah! You sure do!"
"Thanks," she laughed, liking the way he was openly admiring her.
"You going somewhere, Ginny?"
"Yes. I'm going for a ride, Mark."
"Where are you going?"
"Oh, I don't know. I just had to get out of the house and go somewhere. I'm just going to ride around, I guess -"
"Mind if I come along, Ginny?" he said, his eyes pleading.
"No, of course not," she smiled, hungry for company. "Come on."
She climbed into the car and settled in behind the wheel. Mark got in from the other side. She saw him glance down at her legs. Her miniskirt was way up on her thighs, and only an inch of the hem of the red skirt kept his eyes from seeing her lacy panties. But that's miniskirts for you they ride up when a girl sits down and girls wear them to show off their legs and Ginny was no exception, so she made no attempt to pull it down a bit.
She backed the car down the driveway, turned onto the street, and then gunned the motor and they drove away. They chatted about nothing in particular as they drove along, leaving the outskirts of town, heading for open country.
"This is a neat car, Ginny."
"Yes. It's fun to drive. Want to try it, Mark?"
"Awww, I'm not old enough yet. I'm not old enough for anything -" he said in a dispirited voice.
"You're not old enough for anything? Are you sure you're not old enough ... for ... anything?" she teased, winking at him seductively.
"Well, I guess I'm old enough for that -"
"You mean you're not sure?" she teased.
"Sure I'm sure," he laughed.
"How are you sure that you're sure?" she grinned.
"Hell, I'm no virgin -"
"You're not?" she laughed. "Now whatever made you think I was talking about that?"
"Well, you were, and you know that you were!"
"Well, if you're not a virgin, at least you're old enough for the most important thing," she smiled.
"Yeah. Are you a virgin, Ginny."
"Now what kind of question is that?" she laughed.
"Same kind of question that you asked me, Ginny."
"Yes, I guess it is. Well, Mark, no, I'm not a virgin. I haven't been for a long time." Then she decided to tease him further. "You want to make something out of it, Mark?"
"If by making something out of it means make you I sure do want to make something out of it!" he said brazenly.
"Hey, you talk pretty big for a guy who's too young for anything," she laughed.
"I told you I'm not too young for that. Just because you're older than I am, you don't have to-"
"Oh, I'm sorry for teasing you, Mark. I just couldn't resist it. So, you want to make me, do you?"
"Yeah. Why should I lie? You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And, God, are you ever stacked!"
"And you can't wait for the chance to get your hands on where I'm stacked, can you?" she grinned, liking the seductive teasing, liking the boy.
"Ginny, I go crazy looking at you. I always see you ... and I see you with older guys ... and I go crazy thinking they can neck with you and all ... and I don't get the chance..." he said, his voice faltering.
"Well, Mark, age shouldn't have anything to do with anything. What would you say if I told you that I've made it with a man who's thirty years older than I am?" She wondered how the boy would take this statement.
"You ... made it with a man ... . who's thirty years older than you are?" he said, looking stunned.
"That's right. He was very good."
"You made it with a man and I'm you're only three years older than I am -"
"That's right. Does it bother you that I'm older than you are?"
"Well You always seemed so much older You always seemed so far beyond my reach I never thought for a minute I'd ever have a chance with you -"
He was such a nice boy. She felt compassion for him. What would it cost her to let the boy play around with her? Nothing. And it'd mean so much to him. And, it'd be hours until her father got home. She didn't want to be alone. At least he was company, and, it might be fun fooling around with him. She had gotten so used to fellows who knew their way around a girl. He obviously was inexperienced. He was only sixteen. How much experience could he have?
"Mark, you know the song about dreaming the impossible dream?"
"Yes -"
"Well, it seems as if I'm the impossible dream to you, right?"
"Yeah. And I have been dreaming an impossible dream about you. But dreaming doesn't do any good. Look at you. You're three years older than I am. You're in college. I'm only in high school. You're so beautiful And me I'm a tall, skinny guy without too much looks -"
"Now, Mark, don't run yourself down. Don't you have any confidence in yourself?"
"Well, not where you're concerned, I don't."
"I like you, Mark." She had already made her decision. She had been slowly circling back toward her house. She knew that they'd be back there in less than five minutes. "Have you noticed where I've been driving?"
"No, I haven't," he said, looking out of the window. He'd been looking at her the whole while, drinking in her untouchable beauty. He'd been watching the flash of her long, lovely legs, so beguilingly revealed by the up-creeping miniskirt. He'd noticed the sway of her full, ripe tits ... he'd noticed the jabbing thrust of her nipples against the sweater ... she didn't look as if she were wearing a bra!
"Well, if you'll notice, Mark, I've been circling back toward my house."
"But why? I thought you were going for a ride?"
"Would you rather go for a ride or be alone with me in my house, Mark?" she asked in a low, husky voice.
Mark looked at her in disbelief. What she said meant so much, but was she kidding him, teasing him?
"Are you putting me on, Ginny?"
"I simply asked you if you'd rather go for a ride or be alone with me in my house, Mark?"
"I'd ... rather be alone with you in your house..."
"Would you make a pass at me if we were alone in my house, Mark?" she grinned. "Boy, I'd sure like to!"
"I didn't ask you if you'd like to. I asked you if you would."
"Well, if you let me -"
"I didn't ask you that!"
"Yes! I'd make a pass at you!"
"Now, that's better. My goodness, Mark, you're not very aggressive or confident, are you?"
"Not where you're concerned, I'm not."
"Now, we'll be there in a minute," she smiled, turning into her street. "You're going to come into the house with me and we're going to be alone. I'd like to neck and fool around with you, Mark. Would you like that?"
"You bet I would!" he said in a voice choked with desire.
She parked and he followed her nervously up to the house and in. The stillness of the house gripped him. The fact that he was now alone with the lovely girl he had long loved, admired and desired hopelessly, nearly overwhelmed him. He was jumpy and ill-at-ease. He was not sure how to behave.
His eyes leaped over her lush body, as if they were tactile extensions of himself, and to Ginny it felt as if they were caressing her surging tits, fondling her flaring hips. She saw that his eyes were now burningly staring at her breasts, and she became aware of his heavy breathing it seemed to harshly fill the otherwise silent room. Her nipples extended and punched out at the material of her sweater. She could not, could never seem to control the hunger of her body. It always reacted with violent longing when a man or boy looked fervently at her body.
She stared back at him. A warm air of sensuality stirred between them. Ginny felt warmth creep through her body. She smiled at him, invitingly. She wanted him to take the lead.
She wanted him to take her. She wanted to give him confidence.
"Well, Mark, darling? Here we are. All alone. I thought you wanted me."
He took a bold step toward her and reached out and grasped her by her forearms, drawing her close. Ginny's body heated up at his touch. Her nipples thrilled to hardness with desire. She felt her thighs quiver in anticipation. She wondered how he would be. The mere touch of his hands on her forearms excited her. She let him pull her in close, jamming her body to him. She looked deeply into his eyes, offering no resistance. She felt the hardness of his erection pressing hotly against her belly.
"Why don't you grab yourself a feel?" she teased, wanting his hands on her tits.
"Oh, God! They're so beautiful!" he moaned with desire.
Roughly his hand grabbed at one of her heaving tits. He kneaded it roughly, with no subtlety or skill, and she groaned deep in her throat.
"You're not wearing -"
"No, Mark, I'm not wearing a bra," she laughed. "Isn't that convenient?"
His other arm shot around her waist and his hand dropped to her firm buttocks, squeezing and pinching them, as if unable to believe that at last he was touching her. He felt her tits and her buttocks with brutal roughness and eagerness, making her groan in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She had never been handled so roughly or inexpertly. She somehow liked his honest rough desire and the pleasure-pain it gave her.
She offered him her moist, painted, parted lips, and his lips mashed down on hers as if he was starved. His tongue slashed into her mouth, searching, exploring. Her tongue answered his, plunging, darting. His craving made the wild kiss the most violent she had ever shared. Her lips hurt as his lips crushed down. And, as her tongue clashed with his, her hand moved between them and began to manipulate his swollen cock, to bunch the material of his trousers about his stabbing erection, to tighten, relax, tighten, relax, twist ... with urgency...
And his eager, rough, inexperienced hands were busy, too. While they gripped hard at Ginny's lush buttocks, the fingers gathered the material of her miniskirt up, high, until it was bunched in his hands. His hands touched her frail, lacy panties and felt the lush soft-firmness of hot flesh through the nylon. She jerked at the touch of his rough hands, grinding her pussy crown against his stabbing cock. He could feel the imprint of her nipples against his thin chest.
And then she suddenly stepped back from him, panting.
"Goodness, you're rough, Mark."
"God! I want you so!"
She took another step back and her legs hit the edge of the long couch and she tumbled back, falling on the couch, her panties flashing alluringly. He blinked his eyes and threw himself wildly on top of her, pressing the wind out of her, and his lips crashed down with cruel violence on hers. They rolled and tossed on the couch, gripped in a wild, raging kiss.
He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and whipped it up, revealing her large, firm, naked, heavy, heaving tits. The pink nipples were very long, very hard-looking. Her skirt was up around her waist and the panties clung tightly to the V between her thrashing thighs, and the puff of her blonde pubic hair was visible through the sheer nylon. The jumping bulge in his trousers rubbed hard against her naked thigh.
As she thrashed under the wildly excited boy, her tits bounced and trembled and the nipples shot out, long and hard and extended. His hands cupped her bare tits and kneaded them roughly, as if they had never before felt tits.
"Ohhhhh, you're sooooo rough. You're hurting meeee, but don't stop! I love it! It feels sooooo goooooood!" she groaned.
He felt the ripe hardness of her tits and the nipples, hard and crackling, bloated with desire. His hands molded her tits with excitement, squeezing them hard, his fingers digging into the yielding cones. And then their lips fused in a deep, desperate, tongue-stabbing kiss, and her full, naked tits rubbed against his chest. Their knees and thighs rubbed, and, as she parted her thighs, the hardness of his trouser-bound cock jabbed against the panty covered cunt lips, and she ground her pussy hotly against it.
She tasted blood through the violent kiss. She didn't know whose. Her lips hurt under his. His roughness thrilled her. She ground her hips against his and they both gasped as the kiss broke. Her thighs lunged at his, and she was groaning with need. The boy was flushed with desire and excitement.
And then he began to feast on her tits as if he were starved. Never had her tits been mouthed with such wanton eagerness, and she loved it.
"Suck my titties! Bite them! Kiss them! Suck them! Lick them! Yessss! I love it!"
The boy was beside himself as he hungered over her jutting cones. His pointed tongue licked over the ripe globes.
"Your tits are beautiful!" he cried, not able to believe his good fortune.
"Suck them! Love them!"
She hissed as his mouth plunged down on her tits, and it seemed as if he was intent on the impossible task of swallowing each one of them in turn. His tongue plunged and wiggled at the thrilling nipples. His hands cupped and squeezed the ripe cones and he sucked on the nipples with his eager, hot lips. She moaned, and jammed her thighs against his as she thrashed beneath him. His lips clung, leechlike to her tits, rippling the nipples, covering the satiny orbs with wet kisses and sharp bites.
He nursed on her tits like a baby starved for milk. She loved the fantastic excitement that his eager mouth was giving her. He was so artless and rough. He couldn't seem to get enough of her tits, and she loved it, loved the pain and pleasure! He sucked noisily on one tit, then the other, burying his face in the deep valley between them, then licking and sucking more, hard and desperately. His teeth bit painfully at the swollen nipples making her sob and cry out. She jammed her tits up at his mouth and raked her nails over his back. Never in her life had her tits been so abused or so wildly or hungrily mouthed. He couldn't seem to get enough. She was wild with need under him, crying out, cramming her tits into his mouth, ramming her drenched cunt at his hard cock.
Her legs were spread wantonly apart, and the clinging crotch of her panties were drenched. The lips of her cunt were saturated, and the thin band of nylon stuck stickily to them. The boy was still chewing on her nipples, sucking on her tits, biting them with his teeth ... hurting her deliriously ... Blood hammered in her temple. The violent roughness of the inexperienced boy drove her wild with desire.
"Take my panties off and fuck meeee!" she cried.
"Fuck you! I want to fuck you!" he whined hoarsely.
"Fuck meeee!"
He grabbed her panties and tore" them as he tried to get them off. The frail nylon and lace ripped in two and her saturated cunt lips were now exposed. He ripped down his fly and hoisted out his cock. She stared down at it with feverish eyes. It was long and thin and hard.
"Stick it in meee!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he said insanely, looking as if he were crazed out of his mind.
And then, without removing his clothes, his cock sticking out of his gaping fly, he fell on top of her. Her sweater was around her neck and her skirt was bunched around her heaving hips. They were so wild in their need that they didn't want to waste time disrobing.
His cock bumped at her yawning thighs, missing the hot, creamy target and she wildly reached down and grabbed the long, thin, hare prick and pulled it desperately at her waiting cunt.
Her pussy was so hot and creamy that his prick slid into her all the way up to his balls.
"Oh, God! I'm in you!" he said, sounding as if he didn't believe it.
"Yes! Yessss! You're in me! Soooo good Your prick is so nice and long! Ummmmm Feels great! Fuck meeee!"
"Fuck!" he shouted, almost crazily, still not able to believe that he was truly in her cunt. His cock flexed inside of her warm vagina. "It's so warm inside, feels soooo great!"
"Fuck me!" she cried.
He drew his thin hips back and his cock slid out of her clinging, creamy slit, greased and slippery. The red tip of his prick began to appear as his cock slid out, and the eager lips of her cunt sucked hungrily on it. Then he rammed forward, jabbing it deep into her, his balls slamming against her up-straining buttocks.
"Screw meee!" she cried. "Wiggle it in my pussy! Yessss! Screw, Screw meeee!"
And then his wild lust took over and he began to screw her with inexperienced exuberance, with wild speed.
"Toooo fast! Slow down!" she cried, wanting it nice and slow. But he was so whipped up that he did not hear her or understand her. He was deaf to her. His hard shaft plunged like a pile driver in and out of her creamy vagina. His hips flailed up and down with blinding speed as he rammed his prick in and out with a frenzy. The angle of his screwing cock made his shaft rub back and forth over her swollen clitoris, and his flailing balls smacked heavily against her wide-splayed thighs. Her cock-stuffed cunt lips ground wildly on his fast-screwing prick.
She was now carried away by his lunging speed, and she wrapped her long legs around his waist, her heels beating against his bucking ass, her buttocks clenched, heaving, beating viciously on the cushions of the couch.
He was flailing over her, his cock jamming violently in and out of her pussy lips the speed of his assault was breath-taking no one had ever taken her with such violence or urgency or speed. She desperately met him stroke for stroke, his jabbing cock splitting the throbbing lips of her flaming pussy.
Her cunt lurched, meeting each flaming, speeding thrust of his cock. She clung to him and lashed up at him as he bucked and plunged on her. Wild waves of emotion rolled over her, and, to her startled amazement, she felt her release whipping up on her. It seemed that they had hardly started and she was there. And he was there, too.
"Ahhhhhhggggghhhh! Yes! I'm coming!" she screamed.
"Me! Me, too! Coming!" he croaked.
It was so fast! His body stammered on her, then plunged, as they hit their peaks together, moaning, her cries mixed with his. His spurting prong, deep in her climaxing vagina, spit thick gobs of sperm His hair-flecked balls emptied themselves into her pulsing cunt. Sperm spit into her as his long, thin cock jerked and jerked, sending fountains of cream to flood her vagina tunnel. Her inner vaginal muscles contracted, as if milking his spurting tool of every drop of come.
And then he was spent, and his cock, still buried in her throbbing cunt, began to rapidly shrink. Her drenched pussy lips clenched tightly on his deflating prick.
"Oh, God!" he panted.
"Soooo fast, soooo good," she sighed.
"I fucked you!" he said, almost unable to believe that it had happened.
"You sure did!" she laughed happily. "God, you're a wild one!"
"You too! Oh, it was terrific!"
"Good Lord! You were so violent and rough and fast!"
"Wasn't ... I any ... good?"
"You were terrific," she said kissing him gratefully. "I've never come so fast. I loved it!"
"Me too! Oh, God, you're so great!"
She clenched her slippery pussy lips on his still-buried, limp cock, teasing it, trying to caress it to renewed hardness. And, in a few moments, it began to throb and grow and stiffen inside of her.
"Ummmm, it's getting nice and hard again," she purred.
"Let's fuck again!"
"What else, darling?" she laughed, her pussy lips squeezing, releasing, contracting on his stiffening cock. "But not so fast this time. Let's do it nice and slow. Let's make it a long fuck, huh?"
"Yeah!" he laughed, flushed with desire and confidence.
Slowly, following her lead, he began to slide his aroused cock in and out of the sensitive, lubricated lips of her cunt. As his cock slid slowly in and out he began to suck on her nipples, and the pink crests hardened quickly as his lips tugged on them. His long, thin, hard penis gently slid in and out of her sensitive vagina, and the moist, pink slit clung to it, sucked on it. She began to shudder in anticipation of a long, slow fuck. She squirmed beneath him, rotating her ass, hugging him close.
"Nice, darling," she cooed. "Yes, soooo nice. Nice and slow. That's the way to fuck, yesss!"
The boy was fighting to control his slow movements. He sucked avidly on the tips of her nipples, shaking his head, making her tits jiggle. His cock bore in and out of her tightly clinging slit. Her vaginal tunnel was warm and deliciously stuffed, and it easily accommodated his long, thin prick. She moaned as she rolled under him, her hips setting the pace, slowly, slowly.
The warm, moist inner flesh of her vagina clung and throbbed around his invading, spearing prick. Lovely sensations rippled through her as his cock poled her cunt and his lips sucked her tits relentlessly. Her firm, fleshy buttocks rotated slowly, clenching in rhythm with the slow-moving cock. She groaned as he began to pick up the speed. His mouth sucked madly at her tits, squeezing and sucking, making the nipples throb and tingle. She arched up at him, her buttocks leaving the cushions, and she lifted him up with her.
And then, suddenly, he again went wild.
"No!" she cried, frustrated. "Not so fast! Slow!"
But he was too far gone in his lust to pay any heed. With a sudden burst of energy, he was now screwing her at violent, top speed again. She desperately tried to slow him down, but it was useless. She was carried along on the wave of his wildness. And then, she stopped trying to slow him down and exquisite pleasure gripped her as he dug his cock in and out of her quivering cunt with raging speed.
"Give it to me!" she cried, whipping her hips in matched rhythm with his, her cunt lips flashing wetly around his grinding cock.
Now they were screwing with wild abandon again. She felt a flaming ball deep in her, ready for release. She fucked him with crazed hunger, her desire-wracked body driving at his.
"Fuck me, you wild bastard, fuck meeee!" she cried.
His cock raced in and out of the moist walls of her cunt like a jabbing stick. The moist, pink ridges of her pussy lips clasped tightly to his driving cock. It throbbed in and out of her swiftly, cruelly. Her buttocks circled, danced and quivered as his fast-jabbing cock fucked in and out of her cunt. Moist, sucking noise filled the room and his balls banged against her heaving buttocks.
Ginny groaned as she submitted wildly to the ravishment. Her toes curled and her legs clenched him tight as she bucked up and down beneath him.
"Ohhhh, fuck meeeee!" she cried as her cunt skewered on his driving prick.
With shattering speed his cock rammed in and out, and the tender, creamy lips of her vagina clasped tightly to it, loving the fleshy assault of his prick.
And then he came. And she came. And they screamed and grunted. His thrusting cock spewed warm sperm into her cunt and sticky cream seeped in warm rivulets out of her raging vaginal lips. The pleasure of the release was profound for both of them, as spurt after spurt of sperm washed into her, filling her, and with sensual delight she fucked back at his erupting cock.
He was crushed down on top of her, his cock spurting deep inside of her vagina. He cursed and groaned in delicious agony as he came again and again, filling the cup of her cunt to overflowing. Thick spurts filled her.
And then he collapsed on her, exhausted, shaking, panting, and she hugged him close, covering his thin face with grateful kisses.
"Oh, Lordy, you're insane, a wild man," she laughed hysterically. She sighed and kissed him, running her fingers through his matted hair. He was sweating heavily, and his face was deeply flushed. His now limp cock was buried in her cunt. She lay beneath him, panting, grinning with satisfaction.
That afternoon she discovered the delights of uncontrolled lust. There was no way in which she could make the boy slow down. They fucked again and again, and each time she tried to slow the pace, but each time he lost his head and plunged at her with uncontrolled speed. Each time she fought it, and lost, finding herself carried along on the lusty tide of his wild abandon. She surrendered herself to his demands and delighted to the near rape of her body by a boy who had no control of his wild need for her.
She felt good when he left, knowing she had a good lay next door, anytime she wanted it. He was nearly crazy as soon as he had her, and she was a captive of his crazed lust, and loved it.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was the longest that Ginny had ever been alone with her Aunt Helen Uncle Harry's wife. They sat alone in the cozy family room of the spacious house. Aunt Helen was a dark woman, with short, black hair. She was plump, but her plumpness was attractive. She had huge breasts, generous hips, solid legs and her bottom was lush. She was a generously endowed woman in her mid-forties, and, in spite of her plumpness, her face still was alive with youthful prettiness. She was the kind of woman who exuded sexual vibrations. She looked like the kind of woman who could devour a man, smother him in her ripe curves.
Ginny had come over hoping to find her Uncle Harry home. But he was out. So, she pretended that she had dropped in to visit her aunt.
"Well, dearie, it's so nice of you to stop in for a visit. We've spent so little time together, you and I." She poured tea and served little sugar cakes. Ginny smiled, sipping her tea and nibbling on the sugar cake.
"Well, I thought I'd be nice," Ginny lied gracefully. "Uncle Harry was so nice to come up to school to get me -"
"Yes. He was. Is your tea all right, dearie?"
"Oh, it's fine, Aunt Helen."
"Now, Brute, you stop bothering Ginny," Helen said sharply to the powerful male boxer dog that was nuzzling at Ginny's leg.
"Oh, he isn't bothering me," Ginny laugher, good-naturedly.
"Brute, you sit! Behave yourself, now," Helen said sternly. The powerful dog dutifully sat next to Ginny, his long tongue lolling wetly out of his mouth.
"He really obeys, doesn't he? But he really wasn't bothering me, Aunt Helen."
"He has to learn to mind his manners, Ginny dearie. He's a male, and they're so much wilder than females. The last dog we had was a female Boxer, just like him. She was gentler and easier to manage."
"Just like boys and girls, huh?" Ginny smiled sipping her tea.
"I suppose, in a way," Helen said vaguely.
"Did Uncle Harry buy him for you, Aunt Helen?"
"No, dearie. I bought him myself."
Ginny was surprised. It just seemed natural to her that a man would buy a pet dog for a woman. Things were just done that way. But she had bought this massive, beautiful dog herself
"He looks beautiful enough to show," Ginny said, admiring the dog.
"Oh, he could be a show dog. He has excellent papers. But I'm not interested in showing him. He's a good companion, like a friend."
"I see," said Ginny, groping for conversation
"You could do me a favor, Ginny."
"Yes. Of course. What do you want me to do?"
"Well, your Uncle Harry won't be home for a few hours. And I have to go out for a bit. I don't want to take Brute along, I don't want to leave him alone in the house and -"
"Don't say another word," Ginny interrupted with a grin. "I'll be happy to stay here and babysit with Brute. If I can call that babysitting," she laughed.
"Now I don't want to impose on you, dearie. If you have other things you'd like to do -"
"I don't mind at all. You have a couple of new magazines that I haven't seen. I can just relax, take it easy, watch Brute till you get home."
"That's very sweet of you, Ginny, dearie. I guess I treat Brute like a child, like one of the family. You see -"
"Oh, you don't have to explain, Aunt Helen," Ginny said pleasantly.
"You really don't mind?"
"Heavens, no. It'll be nice to just he around and look through your magazines. It's so cozy in here."
"Well, I won't be gone long, dearie."
"You just run along, Aunt Helen, and don't worry about time. You take as long as it takes you to do what you have to do. I really don't mind. Really."
"Well, that's really very sweet of you, Ginny. I'll try not to be too long. I hope you won't be too bored."
"Don't you worry about a thing. Go ahead and run along, now. I'll be fine. And, I don't mind at all."
"All right, then. And thank you. I appreciate it. I'm sorry I'm not being much of a hostess. But your visit took me by surprise and I did have a few important things to do that just can't wait."
"That's all right. I'll be fine."
"Thanks, again, dearie."
She gave Ginny a wave, and was gone, her ample buttocks winking and rolling as she left the cozy family room. After she left, Ginny lay back on the comfortable sofa, thinking for a moment about her Aunt Helen and her Uncle Harry. They were an interesting match. He was about six or seven years older. He was so slick and smooth, in spite of his lack of true attractiveness. And she still looked vibrantly alive and sexually mature. Ginny smiled, wondering, picturing how they must look shacked up together. She guessed that her Aunt Helen ran her Uncle Harry a ragged time. She looked like a woman who needed, demanded, plenty of sex. Now Ginny knew that her Uncle Harry was fine in that department, but she wondered if he would keep up with her. She looked like she could eat men alive. She doubted that she could eat Uncle Harry alive, but she was sure that Aunt Helen exhausted him before he exhausted her.
With a grin she reached over and took a magazine from the coffee table, patting the big boxer gently on the head. She lay back, adjusting a soft pillow under her head. She stretched out one long, lovely leg and hiked the other up, bending it at the knee. The skirt hem of her green dress slid up over her thigh-high stocking tops, revealing a narrow strip of white thigh and the edge of her light green, lacy panties. She lay there, thumbing through the magazine, relaxed and contented. After a few moments she was beginning to drift off on the edge of dozing, her eyelashes fluttering sleepily. She felt so warm and cozy and comfortable and contented and relaxed.
Her creamy thighs parted as she drifted toward slumber, and her green skirt rode up higher, uncovering the bottom of her green, lacy panties. Then her eyes blinked open as she felt something bumping against the side of her right breast. She smiled lazily when she saw it was Brute's nose bumping there. She patted him affectionately on his big, handsome head.
"Did you get lonesome, Brute?" she said to the dog softly. "I'm sorry. I guess I just kind of dozed off. I'm not very good company, am I?"
The dog growled deep in his throat, and rubbed his head against the side of her unfettered breast as he sat there by the side of the couch on his hind quarters. Ginny glanced down at the dog as he sat there, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. She noticed that his penis was beginning to slide out from the sheath of fur, scarlet and slippery looking. She stared down at it with interest as it slid out. She had seen it before. She had seen males hump bitches.
And male dogs had tried to hump against her leg. Maybe, Ginny thought, that's why Aunt Helen scolded Brute. Maybe he's as bad-mannered as other male dogs. Maybe she knew that he was about to try to rub his dong against my leg.
She giggled to herself and stared down at the scarlet penis as a bit more of it slid out of the fur sheath. With wicked curiosity she reached down with her hand and tentatively, lightly, touched the scarlet, moist tip of it. The dog growled at her forbidden touch, and she pulled her hand quickly away. But then once again curiosity got the better of her. She reached down again and fingered the scarlet penis gently as it emerged, longer and longer, from its fur sheath. The dog growled again, and squirmed a bit. She took her fingers away from his fully exposed penis. She stared at it with curious eyes. It was long and thick. She thought, for a wicked moment, what it would be like to have that in her. Then she purged the bizarre thought from her mind, picked up the magazine, and began to glance through it again, putting the big dog out of her mind for the moment.
But Brute would not stay out of her thoughts. As she lay back, relaxed, one leg stretched out, the other hiked up at the knee, her skirt pulled down to just touch her stocking tops, she felt something rubbing against her knee. For the moment she ignored it. As she tried to read an article, her eyes were losing focus again as she once more began to doze off. She again felt something brushing at her leg, this time higher up, just over her knee. It felt cold as it rubbed up slowly on her stockinged thigh. With eyelids half-drooping with sleepiness, she lowered the magazine and looked down.
Ginny saw the big brown male boxer standing on the couch, between her outstretched and parted legs, his tongue hanging out, his penis still completely unsheathed and exposed. Something in Ginny froze for the moment as she gazed at the dog, and she was unable to move. She watched with slightly sleepy eyes as the dog moved forward between her outstretched, spread legs, dropping his head. She felt the coldness of his nose begin to brush teasingly over the warmth of the insides of her thighs. She felt the warmth of the animal's breath. She felt his cold nose nuzzling up her stocking-clad thigh, higher and higher, up, up. She was still frozen, unable in her sleepy, stunned state, to move. Then she felt the snaking wetness of the dog's rough tongue. It licked softly at the exposed creamy flesh just over her high stocking top, that little creamy patch of flesh that separated her stocking top from her panty edge.
"Wha-what are you doing, Brute?" she said in a weak, sleepy voice.
The dog kept his big head down between her legs, and his tongue continued to lick slowly up over her inner thighs, inching up toward her pale green, lacy panties. His nose pressed between her thighs, pushing insistently at them, and her thighs sagged weakly wider apart. He licked over her thighs, his wet, rough tongue making her flesh tingle. She tried to push his head down, but the dog forced his head up ... and up...
Again, Ginny tried to move away, but the big dog growled deep in his throat, frightening her. What was he going to do? she asked herself. She was frightened and disturbed. She seemed to have no will to stop the dog. In spite of the twisted nature of what was transpiring between them, she could not stop the dog she felt herself warming with desire -
She felt dazed. What's happening? What's happening to me? What's he trying to do? Oh, God, that wet rough tongue! He's licking up toward my ... pussy! Oh, God! I have to stop him! This can't be happening!
But it was happening!
She shuddered and squeezed her eyes tightly closed as she felt his long, thick, wet, rough tongue searching up toward the edge of her panties, pushing the hem of her skirt up, up, as he burrowed, nose first, up between her parted, quivering thighs. She felt helpless, and even though she tried to control herself, she could not stop the way her body was slowly beginning to writhe slowly. And then his tongue was at the top of her warm, creamy thighs. His rough, wet tongue began to slowly lick over the taut nylon band of her panties the narrow strip that covered the warm lips of her pussy. She groaned as she felt the dog's tongue lapping slowly and wetly over her cunt, his lapping tongue soaking the crotch of her panties.
"Oh, stop, please stop!" she pleaded in a weak, trembling voice.
She felt as if she were helplessly at the dog's mercy. She knew that she should feel revulsion at this unnatural act, but she felt none. Ginny felt shame, but felt unable to do anything. She struggled weakly, helplessly, beneath the dog.
"Please stop! No! Can't stand it! Stop please!" she begged.
She knew that it was wicked and depraved. She was allowing the dog to take liberties with her, liberties that she'd never dreamed she would allow an animal to take ... She felt humiliation, momentarily, as the dog humbled her. But she could not control her body any more than she could control the dog. The wet, soft lapping of his tongue over her panty crotch brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body, and she sank back, giving up her feeble struggle ... she knew she was helpless against the lewd torture of the dog's licking tongue.
She groaned and licked her lips and she trembled with unbidden sensations of longing. The roughness of his tongue was unlike any she had ever felt. It licked and probed gently over the thin strip of her panty crotch. His tongue pressed inward and the soaked panty crotch was pushed wetly into the opening, palpitating lips of her pussy. The sensation of his tongue gave her strange pleasure. Now she could resist no longer ... even though her resistance had been feeble at best ... She gave herself up to the delicious feeling that his ravenous tongue was whipping up in her.
Brute continued to lick over her panty crotch. She began to slowly wiggle and squirm beneath him, spreading her legs wider apart in surrender. And then, with a shuddering sigh, all of her inhibitions caved in completely and her legs fell limply wide apart, fully exposing her nylon-strip-covered cunt to the flicking, lapping tongue of the dog. Her buttocks began to clench together and she began to slowly rotate her pelvis, pushing her cunt at the licking tongue of the big dog. She felt the pressure of his cold nose and the lashing of his tongue as it curled over the tight band of her panty crotch, obviously trying to get under the nylon strip to get under it and at the warm, fleshy pussy -
"Ohhhh, Brute, you're a bad doggie..." she sighed, her voice husky with lust. "You're naughty ... you shouldn't be doing this to me ... Ohhhhhhhh..."
She could resist no longer. She tossed her body to one side and quickly yanked down her panties. The dog was after her at once as she rolled back, legs wide apart, cunt nakedly exposed and vulnerable. The lacy panties were dangling from the toe of right foot as she lay back, in complete surrender, beneath the dog.
"Ohhhh, God ... Brute ... what a tongue ... Ohhhhh!"
Her head was tossing from side to side and her eyes were glazed with forbidden desire. The dog had completely seduced her and now she lay beneath him, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her panties gone, only her nylon stockings covering her body from the waist down.
She waited for the dog's marvelously rough tongue to make wet and hot contact with the smooth, warm flesh of her pussy. She groaned as she felt the wet, rough flick of his tongue dragging over her exposed pussy, soaking her blonde pubic hair.
"Aggggghhhhgggg! Ohhhhh! Christ, lick me with that marvelous rough tongue!" she cried, completely lost in abandon.
His tongue began to lick over her stiff and tingling clitoris and she cried out in wild delight. The roughness of his tongue added a new, shivering dimension to cunt lapping, a dimension she never dreamed existed. It was thrilling beyond her dreams!
"Lick meeee! Lick meeee!" she cried with wild abandon.
His tongue sank hungrily between the pulsing, soaked lips of her exposed cunt, and Ginny screamed. She began to mew deep in her throat and roll from side to side as the dog wildly licked at her cunt, his rough tongue lapping over her flaming pussy mound. Goose pimples shivered over her as she quaked under the dog, his tongue snaking and licking wetly up and down over her pulsing crevice, the tip of his tongue beginning to burrow slightly into the parted, fleshy pussy lips. Back and forth his tongue licked over her soaked cunt, over the sensitive bud of her clitoris. His big tongue lapped over her pubic hair and she jerked as he lapped and sniffed.
Ginny trembled. She was indulging in forbidden delights, and she was surrendered to them. She groaned as his thick tongue slithered and licked. And then, with a sob of passion, her hands went down, and she grasped the dog by the ears, pushing his muzzle tighter against her inflamed pussy. She was pleading with the dog to eat her now as she lay, twisting and tossing beneath him, in servile surrender. Her resistance was gone under the mad lap of his tongue which lapped so mercilessly over her pussy. She was spread-eagled on the couch, his rough thick tongue slithering over her exposed slit as she moaned and ground her buttocks. Over her crack his tongue lashed as she sobbed in abject surrender.
"You're driving me crazy!" Ginny sobbed, in the grip of the unnatural torment of the dog's tongue. His flicking tongue seemed trained for what it was doing to her. "God! Eat meeee! Lick mee!"
His flicking tongue sank more deeply now into her slit. She clenched her teeth and her lips curled as she held on to his furry ears, urging him on. She grunted and twisted in passion as the dog wildly hungered between her legs, his tongue deeper between her crevice. She ground her pussy desperately round and round, loving with untamed hunger the delight that the dog was giving her with his massive, rough tongue.
Her buttocks twisted and bounced on the sofa cushions as his tongue dipped deeper inside of the split of her pussy. Deeper and deeper this tongue dug and lapped and she twisted and rolled and bucked, sobbing wanting his big, rough tongue in deeper. Like a stiff snake his tongue was in her now, fucking her vagina, driving her mad.
And then, as she wildly gyrated, rubbing her heaving cunt against his great tongue, she cried out. Her body began to jerk and quiver as the licking tongue of the beast drove her through a terrific climax.
The dog lapped up the rivers of creamy juice that filled her climaxing vagina. He lapped and lapped at her cunt as she came and she bucked and ground beneath him, sobbing, out of her mind with passionate delight.
And then she sank back, sighing and sobbing, finished, drained. And still the dog lapped wetly, sucking over her cunt, licking away the cream of her climax, and she lay there, panting...
Slowly she ebbed back from the crisis of her climax. She patted the dog lovingly on his big head as he continued to lap at her cunt. She firmly pushed his head away, and the dog whined. Slowly she twisted away from him and got off the couch. She stood up on unsteady feet, her miniskirt falling back down over her naked hips. Her lovely face was flushed and her cunt still tingled.
The dog sprang off of the couch and bounded after her.
"Down, down," she said to the dog.
He leaped playfully up at her. She was off-balance. She staggered as his muscular sixty pound body bounced against her. He leaped at her again, and she sagged to the side, losing her balance. She toppled over and fell to the floor, on her hands and knees. She got up on all fours and looked back over her shoulder. The dog was bounding up behind her, his long, thick, scarlet prick unsheathed from its furry covering.
"No! No! Stay away! Now go away! No!" she cried.
She tried to crawl away from the dog on all fours. But, before she could regain her footing or scramble away from him, he was leaping at her from behind. Her skirt was up over her hips and her behind and cunt were exposed.
"Get away, get away!" Ginny cried in fear.
Fearfully, Ginny knew what the dog was going to do. She tried to dodge away uselessly. And then, suddenly, she felt the weight of the huge boxer as he leaped onto her from behind. She felt him scrambling up on her from behind, his forepaws raking over her waist, shoving her skirt up around her hips. She cried out and nearly collapsed under his weight as the animal lunged at her and missed, his hard prick sliding over her buttocks and over the lips of her pussy.
Frantically Ginny squirmed under the terrible urgency of the beast, trying to get away. She knew now that his paws were wrapped around her waist that she could not get away. She cried as he panted and thrust at her vulnerable, exposed genitals, missing the target again and again. She had no power now to check the ravishment by the dog.
He was mounted on her from behind as she swayed there on all fours, sobbing in fear. His glistening, scarlet prick slipped and bumped at her hot, wet cunt, failing as yet to bury itself inside of her. She shifted around, moving her buttocks, trying to stop his scarlet shaft from chilling into her. The sharp tip of his prick missed again and slid over the crack between her shimmering and naked buttocks. She tried desperately to evade the thrust of the huge dog, but the dog stayed on the attack. He had tasted victory over her once, and now he wanted her as he would want a bitch in heat. Mindlessly, but purposefully, blindly, the dog drove at her, trying to drive his thick, long prick into her.
His jabbing, searching prick rubbed over and between the spread, creamy lips of her cunt. It rubbed over the crack and brushed over her clitoris. He bucked wildly behind her as she trembled and moaned, and still he had failed to skewer her on his tapering, hard, scarlet penis. The dog growled in frustration. And then, with a wild lunge, his scarlet prick found and began to jam into her pink, yawning slit.
"No! No!" Ginny cried as she felt the unnatural invasion of the dog's penis. She could not get away. With each violent thrust, the dog buried his penis deeper and deeper into her parting cunt lips. And then, with a final lunge, the boxer buried his cudgel deep up into Ginny's squirming pink cunt.
She felt it slither into her vagina, sinking to its hilt, his balls swaying against her pubic hair. His forelegs wrapped firmly around her narrow waist as he began to undulate over her, beginning to fuck her in the same way he would fuck a female dog.
There was no fight left in Ginny as she felt the lewd impalement. He had her, he was fucking her. She sobbed in despair as he lunged over her with increasing rapidity.
And then, her fearful sobs and screams began to change into a low moan. Her fingers clenched into fists and her toes curled. The animal was in her now and she was experiencing something unlike anything she had ever dreamed of. It was soooo good that she raised her buttocks higher, offering herself to the brute, letting him drive more deeply into her with his catatonic, pell-mell rhythm. She began to respond to the unnatural intensity of the monstrous dog.
"Eeeeiiiiieee!" she cried.
She kneeled under the hunching dog, out of her mind now, not resisting, wanting it now, shouting lewd encouragement back at the humping dog. The dog had subjugated her and she was quivering beneath him on all fours like a bitch in heat, her ass rotating, her cunt grinding back at his wildly stabbing penis. She felt his prickly hair rubbing against her naked flesh as he humped her. She was impaled by a dog! She couldn't believe it even though she had surrendered passionately now to the grinding impalement.
He was fucking her without mercy, raging over her buttocks, his cock driving in and out of her outraged cunt. The dog was buffeting her as she quaked beneath him. His giant tongue hung out as he hovered over her behind on his hind legs, his forepaws wrapped tightly around her waist. She was twisting her head from side to side, and her blonde hair tossed to and fro, and her eyes were passion-glassy.
She was completely conquered by the dog. She arched under him and swirled her hips in rhythm with his mad dance of lust. She was conquered by his jamming cock and she was in rapture, her blood like molten lava, her body palpitating. Convulsively Ginny shoved up her twisting rump while the dog crashed violently, carrying them both toward the explosive culmination. She was being wildly ravished by the fierce intensity of the animal. The dog was whining now and she was moaning deliriously, tossing her blonde hair, a look of wild, pure rapture on her lovely face.
And then it was happening for her, her orgasm was on her and she screamed and arched and quivered. She was in the throes of a wild orgasm and she drove her buttocks and cunt wildly back at the animal and he fucked her, saliva dripping from his lolling tongue. His penis began to spit sperm in quick, hard spurts deep inside of her climaxing vagina. Her cunt ground and contracted on his spurting scarlet prick and she cried and sobbed.
The animal was at his peak of frenzy in her, and her body responded to the unnatural intensity and matched the quick but overpowering cycle of lustful execution and completion. For a brief eternity her whole being became a giant tuning fork, quivering and then reacting in spasms to the pace and power of the dog's finish in her cunt. And then she sank forward, her arms and legs going out from under her, and the last sensation that her burning mind registered was the feel of the dog's slobber trickling down in the deep crack between her buttocks.
Thick sperm oozed from her cunt as it squeezed on the prick of the dog. Her pubic hair was soaked. She was nearly unconscious. Finally, the dog slipped his cock from her ravished cunt. He crouched down between her wide-spread legs as she lay there panting on her stomach, and he began to lick at her cunt, licking away the sticky juice that coated and oozed from her inflamed, quivering pussy.
Ginny rolled over onto her back, her skirt still bunched up around her waist, and the dog followed her, pushing his head between her thighs to nuzzle at her ravished pussy, his tongue lap-lap-lapping. She lay there, gasping for breath, feeling drained and subjugated, not even attempting to stop the delight of his licking tongue on her tortured vagina.
She lay there, her eyes half-lidded, her legs flung wide apart, and let the dog lap away with his rough tongue at her cunt, loving the feel of it. Her cunt contracted with thrills and she sighed.
At that moment ... Aunt Helen walked back into the room.
"My, my, what have we here?" she grinned lewdly.
Ginny blushed furiously, and tried desperately to push the dog away, but he continued to lap at her creaming cunt.
"You and Brute put on quite a show," Helen laughed.
"Y-you were watching?" Ginny sputtered, flushing, humiliated.
"Yes, I was. He really threw you a mean fuck, and he's lapping your little pussy pretty good now, too."
Ginny didn't know what to say. She lay there, the dog licking her exposed cunt, her aunt looking on, laughing. And then it hit her: Ginny understood!
"You knew this was going to happen, didn't you!" she accused her aunt.
"Now what ever makes you think that, dearie?"
"You set this up! This is a trained dog! You ! "
"Yes, you've guessed," Helen laughed. "He's my dog and I taught him everything he knows. But why should you complain? You've had your cunt lapped and you've had a delicious fuck from Brute. You should thank me for the delights I made possible for you." She threw back her head and laughed.
"Make him go away!" Ginny begged, his licking tongue rekindling the fires of passion in her cunt. She couldn't stand much more of his tongue. She knew that if he continued for another few minutes she'd be writhing under his tongue, loving it, shamelessly giving herself to him, right in front of her aunt's eyes.
"Why should I make him stop? You seem to be enjoying it," Helen laughed.
"Please, please!" Ginny begged.
"Oh, all right. Anyway, you owe Brute something now."
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"Up, Brute!" she commanded, ignoring Ginny's question.
The dog obeyed, whining. He backed away from Ginny, leaving her exposed, flaming cunt soaked and tingling. Ginny yanked her miniskirt down and backed away from the dog. She got to a seated position, resting her back against the side of the couch.
She looked up at her aunt with pleading, confused eyes.
And then, with a laugh, Helen uttered another command to the huge dog.
"Cock-suck!" she commanded.
Ginny heard the words without understanding, sitting there, her back resting against the couch, confused, embarrassed, humiliated ... her cunt still tingling and longing for more lapping of the dog's wonderful tongue.
With bewildered eye Ginny saw the dog bound quickly over toward her. He reared up on his hind legs, putting his forepaws on the cushions of the couch. The prickly hair on the bottom of his body tickled over her nose and she found herself staring close-up at his long, thick, unsheathed scarlet penis.
She opened her mouth to protest, to question, and at that instant the dog jacked his hind quarters forward and his scarlet, slippery penis slipped smoothly in between her lips. Humiliation and shame gripped her as she felt the dog's prong invading her mouth. Her neck bent back under the heavy force of his body and she groaned, her mouth full of his slippery cock.
Dimly, she could hear her aunt's laughter. Harshly, the dog began thrusting his prick in and out between her straining lips. The attack was so quick and violent and unexpected. She squirmed in her seated position as his cock began to ravish her mouth, and she was pinned hopelessly under his standing, pressing weight. She squeezed her eyes tightly to shut it all out, but she could not escape the onslaught of his prick in her mouth. It was depraved. She groaned in her lewd submission as the dog's swaying balls hit against her chin.
"Suck him!" she heard her aunt laughing.
She tried to resist as the fleshy, scarlet, dog's cock stroked in and out of her wet, ovaled lips, his balls banging against her chin. The dog's cock rammed and crushed its way in and out of the soft, moist circle of her lips. She could feel the strangeness of it, so strangely different, and yet in some weird way the same as a man's. She felt its hardness sliding over the length of her tongue.
The swollen tip of the prick jammed all the way back into the cavern of her mouth and she nearly choked. She closed her eyes to block the sight of the dog's furry belly as it swayed, stroking the prick in and out of her lips. Mercilessly the dog's cock rammed in and out of her lips, his rod deep in her mouth, fucking in and out with rapidity, ceaselessly.
Her mouth became accustomed to the unnatural invasion. She was hopelessly trapped. It was totally debasing. He was using her, debasing her, his cock sliding in and out of her ovaled lips.
And then, something in Ginny snapped. The humiliation was now complete. The impact of what the dog had done to her the impact of what the dog was now doing to her broke her and she gave up completely to depravity.
Excitement began to play on her tattered nerves. Her cunt was still aflame. And, as she broke, gave in to depravity, she began to avidly suck and lick at the dog's fleshy, scarlet rod that drove in and out of her lips. She sucked eagerly now, lost in depravity and lust. The mouth-raping cock of the dog was slippery, her saliva soaked it. She sucked it as if life depended on it as it burst and thrust in and out of her lips. She clamped her lips tightly around his flashing cock and sucked and sucked, running her tongue round and round the stabbing dog's prick.
And then she felt the dog begin to quiver. His cock erupted deep in her clinging mouth as her lips surged over his penis. His cock throbbed and spurted, puffing her cheeks with spits of dog sperm. She drank it down, every drop of it, avidly, gratefully, finding the taste unlike a man's, but tasty, nonetheless. She sucked and sucked wildly on the jerking stalk in her lips as his orgasm continued, filling her mouth with sticky come.
And then the dog was finished. He backed away, and his penis slid out of Ginny's nursing lips. The dog sat on his hind haunches and began to lick at his penis the scarlet rod was receding into the furry sheath. As the dog licked wetly and noisily at his penis and balls, Ginny and her Aunt Helen watched.
"Well, don't just sit there, Ginny lick it for him," Helen teased lewdly, pointing to the dog's privates.
Ginny said nothing. What she had just done what she had permitted the dog to do to her -the impact of her perverted lust and depravity left her speechless. She could not fence with her aunt. Her aunt knew all. Her aunt had witnessed the way in which the dog had used Ginny. There was no hiding.
Ginny sat there, her back against the side of the couch, her skirt hiked up revealing her naked pussy ... her panties lying uselessly by her side.
"Well, Ginny, welcome to the club," Helen laughed.
"The club? What club?"
"Well, it's not a club, really. What I mean is ... welcome to the ranks of the perverted ... the bizarre ... you've just proved with Brute, that you have a taste for the ... unusual, shall we say?"
"I ... just don't ... know what came over me
"Oh, don't feel badly, dearie. So, you made it with a dog, so what? What's so bad about that? I'll tell you what's so bad about that society says it's wrong! But who is society? To hell with society and its phony conventions and morals! I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself with Brute. You did, didn't you?" Helen grinned.
"There's ... no sense in denying it..." Ginny whispered.
"Oh, you mustn't feel ashamed of yourself," Helen said when she heard the tone of Ginny's voice.
"Am I supposed to feel proud?" Ginny cried out desperately.
"Now, now. Don't be cruel to yourself, dearie. There's a long history of sex between women and animals. Brute is a very good lover. I taught him everything he knows. I'm not ashamed. Of course I don't go around broadcasting that Brute and I make it. People think that such a relationship's crude, disgusting. It's not. You just have to get used to it."
"I don't know what came over me..."
"Desire came over you, dearie, and Brute satisfied it. If there was a man around ... but there wasn't a man around ... so Brute satisfied you. He did give you pleasure, didn't he?"
"Yes, he did," Ginny admitted, averting her eyes.
"Then don't be ashamed. You'll get used to the idea."
"But it's not right!"
"Who says it's not right? Men? Of course! Men make the moral standards. Do you do I have to live by standards that men create? No!"
"But -"
"No buts. Listen. Your Uncle Harry is a very good lover. But he can't give me satisfaction whenever I want it. So, I taught Brute how to give me satisfaction, I'm happy ... Brute's happy ... and Harry's happy."
"You mean that Uncle Harry knows that you and Brute --? "
"Of course not," Helen laughed.
"Isn't Uncle Harry enough for you?"
"I just said that he wasn't. I wouldn't tell Harry. He'd never understand. Look. Harry and I have an understanding. I know that Harry likes to play around. He knows that I like to play around. So, we both enjoy a decent marriage and we both look the other way when one of us wants to make out. I know that Harry has a taste for young girls ... like you, Ginny."
"Like me? Why do you say, like me?"
"Oh, I know that Harry's made it with you."
"But -"
"I knew the moment you arrived here. I knew you'd come to see him, hoping that I wouldn't be at home. I picked up on him and you right after he brought you home from college. I knew by the way he talked about you. And it was really clear to me when you showed up here today."
"Do you hate me?"
"No. Why should I hate you? You make Harry happy. Obviously, he gives you satisfaction, too, or you'd never have shown up here today. It's all right with me. Anytime you want to make it with Harry, you have my blessing," she smiled at Ginny.
"Are you sure? I mean your attitude is so uncommon."
"I know I have an uncommon attitude. But so does Harry. Our attitude makes our marriage succeed, even though our behavior isn't recommended for all married couples. It works for us. He's yours anytime you want him. And so is Brute."
"So is Brute," Ginny repeated.
"Yes. Why not? You enjoyed Brute, and he enjoyed you," Helen smiled.
"I never dreamed it could be that way ... with a dog."
"What way?"
"Well ... so ... good," Ginny admitted. "He is good, isn't he?"
"Yes. He's marvelous. God, that tongue of his is fantastic."
"Isn't it, though?" Helen grinned. "It's not like a human tongue. A human tongue is so much smoother. The roughness of it can drive you wild."
"It certainly can." Ginny smiled. She had relaxed. She had accepted totally what had happened.
"You don't know the half of what Brute can do," Helen laughed.
"The half of what he can do? My goodness, what didn't he do to me?" Ginny laughed. "He lapped my pussy oh God, did he ever! And he screwed me. And he got a blow-job from me, too. What else is there?"
"Dearie, he's a great seducer. It's that marvelous tongue of his. You weren't naked. If you were, he would have worked your whole body with his tongue. He would have licked your tits like they've never been licked. He would have thrilled you, every inch of you, with his tongue, if you'd have been naked. But, I suppose you'll find that out, next time."
"Next time? Oh, you think there'll be a next time?"
"You know there will be. Now that you've had a taste of the delights that Brute can give you, you'll be back for more, Ginny. I'm sure of that."
"I ... think you're right," Ginny admitted. She gazed over at the big, powerful dog. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth. "God, just looking at his tongue gives me the chills," Ginny grinned.
"I know what you mean. Listen, you can strip and let Brute give you a real treat."
"You mean right now?"
"Why not? You and I have no secrets from each other where Brute's concerned," Helen laughed.
"I guess we don't," Ginny laughed. Then her eyes went wide as she saw the big dog's scarlet penis beginning once more to slide out of its sheath of fur. "My God, he's getting a hard-on again!"
"What do you expect? He's just had you three different ways. And he's had me, too more ways than that. And he can see your pretty pussy, and he can smell it, too. That gives him the hots."
"God! To have a beast like him around whenever you want him!"
"I'll tell you what, Ginny. I'll let you take care of him whenever I have to go out or away. You can either stay with him here, when I go out, or you can take care of him over at your place whenever I have to go away for a little while. I'm sure you'll be Brute's favorite babysitter," Helen laughed.
"Oh, I'm sure I will be. I'd be delighted to take care of him."
"I'll bet you will be!" Helen winked. "Tell you what. Why don't you and I strip and have an orgy with Brute?"
"An orgy with Brute?"
"Sure! He can throw you more fucks than any man! He's fantastic! And when he tires, he's always got that marvelous tongue of his! Come on, dearie! Let's strip and have a gangbang with
Brute! He'll love it and we'll love it! Harry won't be home for a while, yet."
"Well ... all right!" Ginny said, giving in to her twisted need.
That afternoon, Ginny sank to the depths of depravity, and she loved it, discovering the wild thrills that the big dog could give. And she knew that she'd have the wonderful dog again ... and again...
CHAPTER FIVE
Ginny was alone in the house. It was near one in the morning. She couldn't sleep. Her father wasn't home, and she was worried about him. She didn't know where he could be. He had called her hours earlier, saying that he'd be home early. And now it was late, and he still wasn't home, and she had no idea why he wasn't.
Her life had, emotionally, fallen apart. In spite of her lack of deep affection for her late mother, she missed the security that her mother had provided. Now all she had left was her father. And he had been gloomy and strange since the death of her mother. Ginny longed to replace her mother in her father's affection. She longed to soothe him, make him forget her mother. She felt, as most girls do, that she could make a wonderful companion for her father. She loved him so much, and he was all that she had left.
She lay back on her bed, trying to read. She was wearing a shortie gown. It was lacy and black and very seductive, barely covering the sheer black lace panties of the sleeping costume. The gown dipped down low in the deep crevice between her naked, swaying tits, and you could see the rosy imprint of her nipples through the sheer material.
And then she heard the noise of a car. She heard the front door slam and she heard her father moving about downstairs. She got out of bed and stepped into a pair of black, satin slippers. She didn't bother to put on a robe. She went out of her bedroom and downstairs.
She saw her father in the living room, pouring himself a stiff drink. As she slipped into the room, she watched him drain the drink in one long pull. She had never seen him drink this way before. She saw him stagger about, and it was obvious that he was very drunk. She had never known her father to be drunk.
He was a striking man. He was 6-2 and athletically built. His thick dark hair was going gray at the temples. She smiled with pride as she looked at him. He was so handsome so much more handsome than the fathers of the other girls who she knew. She always loved to be with him. She loved to show him off to other girls. She was so proud of him.
And it nearly shattered her to see him this way. Being so drunk seemed to strip him of his dignity. She entered the room and walked over to him. He stared at her, swaying drunkenly, his eyes bleary.
"Oh, Daddy, I was so worried about you," she said, walking over to him.
"Hey, beautiful," he laughed drunkenly, his bleary eyes slowly raking over her. "Ya look sexy, beautiful," he slurred.
Ginny realized how provocative her shortie nightie was it was sexier than anything that she owned she knew that he could see right through it -but -he was, after all, her father so it was all right.
"Oh, Daddy. You're smashed."
"Smashed?" he said, stupidly, drunkenly, as if not understanding.
"You're drunk. Oh, goodness, are you drunk."
"Me? Drunk? Never! Just hadda few nips, thas all..."
"Oh, dear, and you smell like a brewery."
"Just had a few nips, thas all. Say, ya sure look swell in that getup," he slurred, his glassy eyes going over her scanty, nearly transparent shortie gown. He dimly understood that this was Ginny, his daughter. But the dim understanding blurred and in his confused, drunken mind all he understood clearly was that here was a ravishingly beautiful blonde wearing a lacy black shortie nightie.
"Oh, Daddy, we'll have to get you to bed. You're so stoned you might pass out any moment."
"I'm awright," he slurred drunkenly. "Needa 'nuther drink, thas what I need."
"That's just what you don't need," she said, trying to be stern.
And then her father began to sag, looking as if he were about to topple over and hurt himself. Ginny moved quickly to him.
"Oh, Daddy!" she said, wrapping her arms around him, trying to steady him and prevent his drunken fall.
Her father sagged heavily against her. He felt her warm, firm young flesh under his fingers as he clutched at her. One of his hands had closed around her ripe, right breast through the frail lacy shortie gown. Ginny gasped as she felt her father's hand cupping her tit. Involuntarily the nipple sprang out, lengthening, hardening, with tingling excitement. He squeezed it as he sagged against her and she moaned softly feeling pain and excitement, feeling lust stirring inside of her, forbidden, immoral lust ... He was her father! And he was feeling her tit and she loved it! No! This couldn't be! she thought to herself as she supported her father.
"Come on, Daddy. Let's get you upstairs and into bed," she panted, trying to control herself.
"Say, you have some pair, beautiful," he slurred drunkenly, staring down the gaping front of her gown, seeing the full, swaying, ripe slopes of her tits, the right one still cupped in the caressing cup of his hand.
"You mustn't do that," she whispered.
"Baby, you got some sweet pair of titties," he laughed drunkenly.
"Please, Daddy!" she said desperately as he felt up her tit, gently squeezing it, triggering her libido, making her go warm in her genitals.
"Daddy? Hell, I'm older than you, but not your daddy," he laughed.
She stared at him as she supported him. It was obvious that in his drunken state that he was confused, didn't understand who she was. She moaned softly as he caressed her tit. She was weakening in spite of herself, in spite of her fight to support him and deny this immoral caress.
"Daddy, no! You mustn't do that! I'm Ginny!"
"Ginny, pretty name," he grinned stupidly. "M' daughter's name's Ginny."
But he wasn't looking at her face. He was staring down the deep valley between her breasts as his hand caressed her tit.
"Please!" she gasped. She tried to take his hand away from her tingling breast.
They both lost their balance, and then toppled to the floor, landing in a heap on the thick carpet, Ginny on her back, her father lying on top of her like heavy, dead weight. She struggled to get free. He dragged down the frail shoulder strap of her nightie, baring her tits, and he began to fondle them, his mouth closing over her nipple. The nipple stiffened in the nursing suck of her father's lips, and she sighed and trembled.
"Don't do that," she pleaded, as he sucked on her nipple. "I can't stand it. Please, Daddy!" she begged. She knew it was wrong, but she was wildly stirred by the way in which he was sucking on her tit. Tingling tremors ran through her, exciting her. It was forbidden. Wrong. She had to stop him ... before it was too late. Incest ... it was called incest! "No, no!" she panted, trying to get out from under his heavy, dead, drunken weight.
Ginny strained under her father, and, with all her strength she tossed, pulling herself out from under him. He fell forward onto his face, and lay there as if dead. She struggled to her feet, pulling up the straps of her nightie, her breasts heaving and swaying. She fought to regain control of herself. He was so drunk that he didn't know who she was. Now he lay there as if dead. He had probably passed out. She'd have to lug his dead weight upstairs. She bent down over him and with all her effort, turned him over onto his back. He looked up at her with half-lidded, glassy eyes, smiling foolishly.
Ginny was stunned. Seeing her father this way shattered her. He was all she had left in the world to cling to, and now he was a drunken sot. And the way he had felt her up! Even though he was her father, it had stirred her.
"Come on, Daddy," she whispered, bending low over him. "You have to try to get up. We have to get you upstairs. Please!"
"Get upstairs," he repeated stupidly.
"Come on now, get up," she said with all the strength and command she could muster.
"Get up," he repeated. He struggled to get up.
She hooked her hands under his armpits and together they struggled until finally he was on his feet. Ginny was panting from the effort.
"Now put your arm around my shoulder, Daddy. Lean on me. Come on. We're going to get you upstairs to your room."
He put his arm around her slender shoulder, leaning his weight on her. He was so leaden that she nearly collapsed under his weight. Together, they staggered to the stairs; it took every ounce of her strength to support him as he staggered against her, leaning heavily on her.
The strap of her nightie slid down, and the front of her lacy black nightie drooped away from her full, swaying breasts. There was no way in which she could pull the strap back up am cover her naked breasts. She was self-conscious but there was nothing that she could do. He father's loose hand swung, bouncing and grazing over her naked tit, teasing and inflaming the nipple. She fought to concentrate on the effort to get him up the stairs.
Slowly, they went up the stairs, Ginny panting under his weight as she supported him
"You're so nice," he murmured and sagged. They both fell forward together on the stairs and just lay there, Ginny panting, her father half-lying over her. They were half way up, but she didn't feel she had the strength left to move She just lay there, half under him, fighting for her breath and strength. "Yeah, sweetie, you're awful nice," he murmured again. His eyes were blinking, as if he was having trouble keeping them open.
And then he was nuzzling at her throat, and his hands were full of her heaving, naked tits. He felt her up as she lay there helplessly, out o breath, his weight pressing down on her.
"No, no, you mustn't do that," she panted.
His hands fondled her full, ripe tits squeezing. And then she groaned involuntarily as his lips moved over her naked breasts, nibbling at one tingling peak, then the other, making he nipples distend. Her breasts were so sensitive! His lips closed around her nipple and his tongue began to flog it, tattoo it, and she began to writhe under him.
She tried to arch away from his mouth, but he was too heavy, and she was too weak from the struggle to help him up the stairs. They lay there, halfway up the stairs, the father's mouth doing sensuous things to his daughter's breasts, and the daughter was now helpless to stop him. His lips and teeth toyed with her nipples, his tongue dragging over the nipples.
And then his hands began to move ... She felt his hand on her naked thigh, moving up toward the tiny black lacy panty. She gasped as he sucked and licked on her nipples. His hand moved up quickly toward the panty-covered slit between her thighs. She tried to jam her thighs closed as his busy mouth feasted on her tits hungrily.
When she felt his fingers touching the narrow strip of panty over her pubic mound she jumped as if she had been shocked and burned. Again she fought wildly, and again she managed to get herself out from under him. He fell forward, bumping his head on the carpeted step. Again she struggled with him after pulling the straps of her nightie up, covering her tingling tits. Slowly she dragged him, supporting him, up the stairs, puffing under his dead weight.
Finally, they made the top of the stairs. She let him go and he sank, nearly unconscious, to the floor. She sat down, fighting for breath. She stared at her father. His eyes were closed and there was a foolish grin on his face. She sat there for five minutes, until she had regained her strength and breath. And then she leaned over him again.
"Come on, Daddy," she said. "Get up. We're almost to your room. Come on. You'll feel better once you're in bed. You're so drunk. You have to sleep it off."
He didn't answer, even though his eyes fluttered open. He did struggle to get to his feet as she lifted him, making it easier for her. And then, with his arm around her shoulder again, they staggered into his bedroom. She maneuvered him to the bed and gave him a gentle push, and he fell back heavily onto the bed.
She stood there at the edge of her father's bed, her hair messed, the straps of her nightie down again, her breasts heaving. Impatiently, she dragged the straps back up. She got onto the bed and pushing him about with effort, managed to get the spread down and the covers ready for him.
Then she went to his dresser, and began to search for his pajamas. She couldn't find them. With a lack of patience, she slammed the second drawer closed and didn't search any further. She went back over to the bed where her father lay, breathing heavily, his eyes closed, as if asleep.
"Come on, Daddy. We have to get you out of those clothes and under the covers," she whispered, getting up onto the bed.
His eyes remained closed and he mumbled incoherently. She slowly got his suit jacket off and laid it over the chair by the side of the bed. It was dark in the room, the only light coming from the light in the hallway. She reached over and snapped on the little bed lamp. It cast a weak light, barely adding to the light now bathing the darkened room. But there was enough light for Ginny to see clearly.
She got off his shoes and socks and then got his tie off. She unbuttoned his shirt and turned him, pulling it off. He wasn't wearing an undershirt. She stared at his broad chest. He had such broad shoulders! His chest was deep and his stomach was flat and corded with muscles. He had the build of a young athlete.
Ginny bent over him and her trembling fingers went to his belt buckle. As she leaned over him the strap of her nightie slipped down again, uncovering her ripe tits. As she bent down the nipples grazed over his flat, corded stomach, and she sucked wind with excitement. She heard him laugh and in the darkness saw him look up at her with glazed eyes. She knew that her face was in the shadows and that he couldn't see her clearly even if he could see her at all in his drunken state.
"Baby, you're sure somethin' else," he leered drunkenly.
His hand touched her warm hip. She gasped involuntarily at his touch. He leaned up, his face diving for her naked, swaying tits. And then his head was level with her breasts. His lips brushed over the side of her right tit. Slowly his wet lips began moving over the underside of her satiny globe and then his tongue was touching the nipple.
"Please, Daddy, don't do that," she bogged. "Just he back and relax and let me get you undressed."
He ignored her. Ginny struggled to control the outlaw sexual emotions he was stirring in her again as his warm wet lips and tongue began to work over her naked breasts. It was too much for her to resist for the moment, and she leaned forward, offering her breasts to him shamelessly. Her nipples hardened between his caressing lips. She felt her nipples strain and spring erect as his lips nursed first on the right one, then the left one. Strong, urgent cravings filled her young body as he suckled on the tingling nipples, teasing them with his lips, tongue and teeth. It was forbidden, what she was letting him do, but her defenses were for the moment not equal to the power of the sensuous feelings that he was giving her.
He sucked hungrily at his daughter's tits, not knowing that they belonged to his daughter, knowing only that they were delectable to suck on. His mouth moved from one warm tit to the other, and he worked wildly over the tingling nipples. He sucked and licked over her cones, and Ginny groaned. Now the hand he had put on her hip was moving down and around, over her belly, down toward the V at her thighs. She felt his hand suddenly cup her pubic mound through the sheer black lacy panties, and the touch thrilled her and she whimpered and spread her thighs. She felt his hand pressing in intimately, and the warm, swelling lips of her pussy began to part. Her pulse was beginning to race as she felt his fingers trying to get under the crotch band of her panties, trying to get at the fleshy cleft of her pulsing pussy.
She was hit with guilt. The things she was allowing were wrong and forbidden. She had to stop him!
"No, no, no..." she whimpered. She pushed him, and he drunkenly fell back and sprawled out as if unconscious. She moved quickly. Her trembling fingers unfastened his belt and then she found the zipper tab. As she dragged the fly zipper down gently, she kept her eyes on his face. His eyes were closed, and he was smiling and humming softly to himself, as if in a dream world.
And then she dragged his pants down and off. Still keeping her eyes purposefully on his face, she yanked off his shorts, not daring to look down. She turned and lay them on the chair, with the rest of his clothes. She knew he was now naked and seemed unconscious. She didn't want to look at his naked body at his naked cock he was, after all, her father.
But she had no choice. She turned and looked at him. His face was in peaceful repose, and he seemed to be breathing evenly, as if asleep. He looked like a Greek God...
... and then...
... her eyes flicked to his crotch ... she gasped.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy," she whispered feverishly.
He had a hard-on! It thrust up from his sack of balls like a thick, long, hard log. Her daddy was really hung! And what a hard-on he had! She just sat there, her feet tucked under her buttocks, and stared at the huge erection, not able to tear her eyes away. She licked her lips nervously as her eyes measured the length and thickness of her father's monstrous erection. It was the biggest one that she had ever seen.
She had to admit that even though he was her father, he was quite a man, quite a desirable man! She licked her painted lips again, and they gleamed with wetness, as her eyes remained fixed on his great, erect prick, sticking up boldly from the nest of his hairy balls. He lay there, breathing heavily, his legs splayed wide apart.
Ginny was still in the grip of desire that he had whipped up by feeling her up.
"Oh, Daddy, you're sooooo handsome," she whispered. He seemed not to hear. He just lay there passively. She wanted desperately to touch it. But it was wrong. But she wanted to. And, he was out like a light ... so he'd never know ... and it wouldn't really hurt either one of them ... She tried to rationalize.
Ginny could not resist, no matter how wrong it was.
She moved, got in between his wide-spread legs. She lay on her stomach, supporting herself with her elbows. Gingerly, she reached out with her trembling hand. Her fingers touched his rampant cock. She heard him groan, and she hesitated, and looked up at his peaceful face, waiting for a sign that he had come to. But he just lay there, his eyes closed.
"Oh, Daddy, it's soooooo big and hard and thick and long and beautiful," she whispered, staring at the thrusting cock as if hypnotized. This was the same cock that had entered her mother's vagina. It was the same cock that had spat a load of sperm into her mother. And that sperm impregnated her late mother and it had fertilized the egg that grew it had become Ginny. And now she was delicately fingering that cock, the cock of her father!
With one hand she gently fingered and caressed his hard, meaty prick. With her other hand she lifted the hair-flecked balls. The balls seemed so swollen, so full of sperm! Her fingers curled around the sack of balls, squeezing them gently, marveling at the weight of them in the trembling palm of her hand.
She curled her fingers around his hard, erect shaft. It was sooo thick that her fingers barely made it all the way around. She trembled at the throbbing warmth of her father's cock in the circle of her caressing fingers. She sighed at the swollen, heavy weight of his sperm-clogged balls in the palm of her other hand. Slowly, she began to jerk her circle of fingers up and down on his erection. Her father just lay there, eyes closed, moaning now and then...
And then, the wickedness of it all overpower her moral sense, she could resist no more. She opened her young, painted, moist lips and slid them over the tip of his huge cock. She slowly and lovingly sucked an inch of the hard, thick tip of his prick into her lips. Her eyes looked lust-crazed as she nursed lovingly on the knob of her father's huge dong. But, as she listened closely, the rhythm of his breathing did not change.
She moved up and more of his huge cock stuffed into her oval lips, the head of the monstrous rod bumping against the roof of her sucking mouth. Her tongue licked over the juicy knob, licking around and around. Her tongue darted and laved over the satiny knob. As her mouth sucked, her hand curled and squeezed around the base of his staff, and her other hand cupped his balls tenderly.
"I'm sucking his cock!" she thought to herself. "I'm sucking my own father's cock! Daddy's cock! Oh, it tastes sooooo heavenly! It's soooo big and fat and long! It fills my mouth sooooo! Oh, God, it's wrong, but I love it! I can't stop! I love it!"
She was now determined to get all of it in her mouth. It was so big and long and thick! Inch by inch she sucked it into her surging lips, her jaws aching as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. His burly cock slowly disappeared in the surging circle of her moist lips.
She felt his hips begin to move sluggishly as she sucked more and more of his rampant cudgel into her mouth. She glanced up and saw, in the dim light, that his eyes were still closed ... but he was smiling now ... with pleasure. Slowly, she let his erect penis slide from the suck of her warm lips. She whispered to him.
"Daddy, are you awake?"
He did not answer. He just lay there, a smile on his peaceful, handsome face. She felt confident now that he was out of it, that he'd never know or remember what she was wickedly doing. She cupped the hard, knobby head of his prick with her warm hands and rubbed it, palming and caressing it, feeling the pre-come making her hands wet and sticky. She wrapped her ten slender fingers around his cock, amazed that there was still room for more fingers.
"Oh, Daddy, darling ... you're a stud..." she purred.
He began once more to sluggishly thrash and buck his naked hips as she jerked on his cock with her ten eager fingers.
Once more she pursed her warm, red lips in a wicked O over the throbbing head of his cock. With her free hand she hefted his swollen sack of balls. Then she dropped her face down, under his straining shaft, down toward his balls. She took one of the hairy balls with her lips and began to lick it and suck on it. She sucked the ball into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She supped and nursed on it hungrily, and then she let it slowly slip from her lips. She then sucked the other ball into her mouth. Her hair tickled over his cock as she sucked on his balls, first the left one and then the right one. She was soaking the egg-shaped orbs with her saliva. His pubic hair was matted and silky in her mouth. She chewed softly on his balls, sucking, licking, nibbling, soaking them as her fingers squeezed on his mighty cock, sliding up and down, jerking jerking jerking vigorously, lovingly.
And then she reluctantly let his soaked balls slip from her lips. She licked them with her tongue, eagerly. Her tongue licked and licked, making a moist lapping noise as she lapped and laved over the balls, working her way over the swollen sack back up toward his arching cock. His balls were now as stained with her red lipstick as his cock was, but twice as wet.
Her father began to slowly toss from side to side, moaning. She was blowing him now with excruciating skill. Her lush, red lips dragged up and down on his pulsing cock.
She had never, never given anyone such an inspired blow-job. The fact that this was an immoral blow-job, a blow-job of her father, inspired her. She attacked the great weapon with surging lips, plunging her bobbing head up and down fiercely as she gobbled up every inch of the giant shaft. All of his erection was now jammed into her mouth as she yanked with her lips on it vigorously, her lips swooping up and down. Frantically she bobbed her head now, her lips sucking wildly on his hard-on.
And then, with the sixth sense of a born cock-sucker, she knew that he was going to come. She felt his already swollen prick begin to swell even more in the surging suck of her moist lips. She wanted to taste every drop of the sperm she knew he was about to dump in her mouth. Her lips chewed and raked on his cudgel with fantastic speed and skill now as she slaved on it like an animal gone wild.
He could not withstand her onslaught much longer, even in his leaden, drunken state. She felt his cock pulse and tense and swell and she knew that his release was coming. She grabbed his sperm-laden balls with her hand and squeezed it with her fingers, as if to urge the hot sperm out to fly from his cock into her eager mouth.
He grunted as he began to come. She shoved her mouth down to the base of his spurting cock, her nose buried in his wet, wiry pubic hair, her chin bumping against his jerking balls. Torrents of hot sperm gushed from his cock, filling her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. She gulped and swallowed wildly, eagerly, wanting every drop of it. His cock spurted and spurted and hot, sticky streams of sperm jetted into her mouth and she sucked and gulped down every blast of sperm, swallowing and swallowing the tasty juice, loving it, craving every drop of it. She sucked and sucked and sucked on his spurting tool until finally it was out of sperm.
Slowly, she felt the juiceless prick beginning to soften in the sucking circle of her lips. She mouthed it with love, feeling it shrinking in her mouth. She circled her tongue round and round on the shrinking prick, savoring it with avid delight.
And then it was limp and shrunken. Slowly she slid her lips up and off it, letting it wetly plop from her glistening lips. She caught the sopping wet, limp prick of her father in the cup of her hand and kissed it as it lay there, nestling in the palm of her hand like a helpless thing ... She kissed it with love as her lust-glazed eyes stared down at it ...
"Oh, Daddy, I hope you loved it as much as I loved doing it for you," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against the glistening, limp prick in the palm of her caressing hand.
He just lay there on his back, his breathing ragged, but his eyes still closed, a drunken, satisfied smile on his lips. She gazed up at him and knew that he was still too far out of it to remember that she had just given him the most magnificent blow-job of her young life.
She had just sucked off her own father! The impact of what she had just done hit her. First a dog now her father! Oh, God, she whined to herself, I'm depraved! And I can't help myself!
She kissed his limp prick and pulled the covers out from under her father. With tender, loving care she began to pull the covers up over him, dragging the covers up over his legs as she bent over him.
"Don't go away..." she heard her father murmur, his eyes still closed.
"Are you lonely, Daddy?" she whispered. "Lonely ... have to sleep alone ... no good..." he murmured, his voice still slurring with drunkenness.
She understood. His wife her mother was dead and gone. She had always slept by his side. He needed a woman by his side. Her mother was gone but she was there! She'd stay with him!
"I'll stay with you, Daddy! I won't let you be lonely!" she purred.
"Stay with me..." he groaned.
"I will, I will," she said, her eyes filling with tears. She felt overwhelming love for him. "I'll be more than a daughter for you! I'll be your woman, your wife! I'll be better than mother ever was," she said feverishly.
"Need you near ... lonely..." he moaned.
"I'll stay with you, darling. Yes, I will, I will," she whispered into his ear.
She quickly stripped her nightie off and crawled under the covers next to her father, pressing her young, lovely, naked body warmly and eagerly to his. She kissed over his cheek and ears, whispering words of love to him. His hand found her tit and began to fondle it. Without thinking, she reached down and took his limp prick, still slick and soaked by her blow-job, with her hand, wrapping her fingers lovingly around it, rubbing it and caressing it, toying with the balls.
It was incestuous, but she could not help herself now!
He put his arm automatically, instinctively around her, drawing her tender, trembling young body close to him. She sighed at his embrace.
"My darling," she purred, covering his face with kisses, as his hand continued to feel up her heaving tits, and as her hand continued to fondle his prick under the covers. Her fingers moved over the thatch of wiry hair at his crotch and over his limp cock. It was soooo nice lying close to him this way, it was like the answer to a dream.
In his drunken stupor he was reacting by instinct. She felt his other hand moving down over her belly toward the golden puff of hair that covered her yearning pubic mound. And then his hand was on the golden puff of curls on his daughter's mound. She felt his palm pressing over the moist lips of her naked pussy, and she sighed.
She spread her thighs, surrendering herself to the forbidden excitement. She imagined herself now as his mate. She was his and he was hers. His fingertips brushed over the swollen bud of her clitoris and her hips began to slowly move.
"Oh, my darling," she purred, "kiss my titties. I love it. I love you to do it."
He seemed to understand through his haze of drunkenness. His lips moved onto her firm, upjutting cones and he began to trail wet kisses over the twin satiny slopes, pausing on the pink aroused caps. He seized first one nipple, then the other, with his eager lips, tugging on them, making them spring to life, making her groan. His tongue lapped over the delicious morsel of her cherry nipples and she hummed deep in her throat with delight and pleasure, rubbing her body close to his, pushing her tits at his questing lips.
Her moving hand, between their bodies, jerked on his cock, and, to her happy surprise, she felt it quickly coming back to life. Men were supposed to be lousy lovers when they were drunk. Well, her daddy had plenty of life in his big prick, even though he was stoned. They were both beginning to breathe heavily now. His hand was toying with the excited bud of her clitoris, and his fingers were teasing over the damp surface of her pussy lips. Her legs spread wider apart so that his hand could better play with her fevered twat. She melted with passion as he began to finger her cunt. She pulled his mouth to her heaving tits.
His finger began to stroke her burning cunt as her nipples trembled under his laving tongue. She milked and jerked on his stiffening cock with tight, squeezing, moving fingers. His fingers slid into the wet, swollen rim of her parted pussy lips, and played caressingly up and down over the fleshy trench. She moaned and shoved her cunt at his hand. Her hand was jerking wildly over his fleshy, erect rod. She gasped and squeezed his cock hard as she felt his finger jabbing in and out of her open, creaming slit. Her cunt was on fire. Her nipples were throbbing. She was wild in her need as she wiggled her hips as his fingers plundered deliciously her fevered cunt.
Ginny tried to pull her father over on top of herself, but it was useless. He was too out of it, even though he was driving her wild. She rolled over on top of him, and straddled his waist, her cunt lips rubbing teasingly over the inflamed head of his penis. She could not deny her need now, even though it was incest. She cared not. He was hers and she was his.
With a violent thrust she shoved her hips down. She screamed as the thick cock-head ripped up into the hot, tender passageway of her cunt. It felt impossible. It was too big! It would rip her pussy in two! But, in spite of her pain and fear, she shoved her hips down, and her cunt rammed at his cock. She gasped and moaned as she felt the ripping pain of his fleshy cock intruding into her tender pussy.
"Nice 'n tight," he groaned, his eyes still closed as he lay there passively beneath her.
She felt searing pain just inside of the entrance to her tender passage. She didn't know if she could bear the intense pain of his invading cock. Then she relaxed her internal muscles and pushed down. The pain seemed to lessen.
"I can take it, I can take it," she moaned over him.
The knob of his huge, hard shaft began to push in as she drove her hips down ... it slid snugly into her, filling her, stretching her tender, throbbing tunnel. Then the extreme pain miraculously began to turn to extreme pleasure. She began to grind her hips as she pushed down, her hungry cunt sucking in inch after thick inch of her father's big prick. Her hips thrust, welcoming the gross invasion of his cock. She tightened the grasp of her knees around his waist as she straddled him, pushing her hips down hard, her cunt consuming more and more of his hard, slippery, fleshy penis. And then, with a violent down-thrust, it sank in to the hilt, every inch of his mighty cudgel buried deep in the tight, warm scabbard of her vagina.
"Ohhhhhh, God..." she moaned with pleasure, her cunt more stuffed with hard cock than it had ever been.
Ginny felt the hair at the base of his cock and the hair of his balls tickling and tangling with her own matted pussy hair. She was fully and deliciously impaled. She began to grind and rotate over him, her buttocks smacking up and down as she plunged her grasping cunt on his cock.
"Ohhhhh, darling, fuck meeee!" she sobbed in wild rapture. "Yesss, Daddy, I love it! Fuck meeeee hard with your wonderful cock! My pussy loves it! Aiiiiieeeee, ohhhhhh!"
He grunted under her, sluggishly grinding his hips up, unable, in his drunken state, to keep pace with the girl who writhed over him. But she didn't care. It was delicious. She pumped wildly on his enormous cock, driving her hungry pussy up and down and round and round on the monstrous shaft of flesh. It ripped in and out of her cunt lips, slippery now from her internal juices.
She thrilled as his cock drilled into her. Her fleshy trench sucked and clutched on his stabbing pole. Her pulse raced as she bucked and groaned over him, loving her father's fleshy cock, loving the pulsing hardness of it, and the fantastic internal friction.
Ginny was whimpering, making mewing sounds of pleasure as his swollen shaft of flesh filled her vagina to bursting. Her hips rotated wildly, thrusting down at his cock as he lay there beneath her. His huge cock rammed in and out, making wet, sucking sounds as it dipped in and out of her wet, overflowing slit.
"It feels soooooo delicious, Daddy! I love it soooo much!"
She rode him wildly. He lay there with his daughter impaled on his rampant cock, a captive between her gripping legs. The creaming lips of her pussy tightly dragged and rotated on his cock as she ground over him. She loved the feel of him in her, and her inner muscles throbbed faster and faster on his invading prick.
I'm fucking my own father! she thought wildly. I'm fucking my own, wonderful Daddy! Oh, God! It feels sooooo marvelous! My own Daddy!
She thrust and pumped, ramming her cunt up and down as her buttocks ground over his quaking thighs.
"Harder, now, harder, Daddy!" she cried. "I'm getting close! I'm going to come soon! Ohhhh, stick it in me! Squirt your hot juice in my pussy, Daddy! Ohhhhh!"
And then she trembled, froze, her body shaking as the full impact of her climax hit her. She screamed. And then, as she climaxed, she felt his hot sperm squirting into her pulsing vagina, filling her climaxing slit with boiling fluid.
She pumped her hips wildly, her vaginal tunnel filling up with his spitting sperm. She was out of her mind as she realized that it was her own father's sperm that was shooting into her pussy. As they came she folded her churning body down on top of his and for the first time their lips fused in a wild soul kiss. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and she tasted the whiskey on his breath and she didn't care. She rubbed her body wildly over his as her cunt pulsed on his spurting cock. They were both in the grip of animal lust. Her buttocks squeezed tight in reflex as she came again and again, his sperm-spitting cock trapped deeply in her vaginal tunnel.
"Squirt it all in meeeee, Daddy!" she sobbed. "Fill me up with it! Ahhhhgggghhh! Aiiiieeee!! "
She flew through peak after peak, pumping her cunt on his prick as it splashed gobs of hot sperm deep inside of her cunt. And then it was finally over and she collapsed on top of him, covering his face with grateful kisses. She had blacked out momentarily at the peak of her finish, but now she was coming back, and she hugged herself tight to him as she lay on him, panting, his softening prick still deeply entrapped in her throbbing cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, soooooo wonderful," she purred, kissing his face as he lay there beneath her, breathing heavily.
"Oh, baby, you throw a mean fuck," he groaned drunkenly.
"Did you love it, Daddy?"
"It was great, baby. Just great. Yeah, terrific." His voice was slurred.
"Am I as good as Mother was?" she whispered hopefully.
He didn't answer. He had passed out, and now he was deep in sleep. She hugged herself close to him, kissing him, whispering words of love to him. She fell asleep, half-lying over her father.
Ginny awoke early the next morning as the first weak rays of sun streamed into her father's bedroom. She was still half lying over him, her naked flesh rubbmg against his. She purred deep in her throat and rubbed her cheek to his, feeling the stubble of the whiskers that had grown overnight. She kissed him tenderly, and he groaned in his sleep. She reached down and lovingly fondled his limp prick.
Then she slowly slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She wanted to bathe and powder herself, so she'd be clean and sweet and lovely for him when he awoke. She took a bubble bath and powdered her ripe, firm, glowing body, touching it with dabs of perfume ... between her breasts, under her armpits, behind her knees, at the cleft of her pussy. Then she nakedly walked back into his bedroom, lifted the covers and began to slip into them, next to him. His eyes opened as she slipped next to him in the bed, both of their bodies now uncovered. A look of confusion and shocked surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Ginny! Wha what are you doing!" he said his voice tense and shocked.
"I'm getting into bed with you, Daddy," she giggled, sliding in next to him.
CHAPTER SIX
He lay, half propped up in bed for a long moment, speechless. He stared at his daughter. It was as if he were seeing a stranger. He stared and he saw a tall, perfectly beautifully built young blonde, shimmering with firm curves ... he saw a lovely face ... he saw the expression of a seductress glimmering in her eyes ... he saw his daughter slipping into bed next to him, her full, ripe, firm breasts swaying, the pink tips extended ... he saw the flash of her long, flawless legs ... he saw the soft puff of blonde hair on her pubic crown ... he saw the tempting wink of her pink pussy lips, saw the twitch of her succulent buttocks, divided by a deep, beguiling cleft ... he smelled the seductive scent of her ...
His head ached with a hangover. His eyes were bloodshot. He felt, in a word, lousy. He was capable of virtually nothing and now his daughter ... who seemed like a person he had never seen before ... was crawling into bed with him ... naked and glowing. And he was naked ...
"Ginny!" he nearly shouted, confused and shocked, too close to sleep to sort out what was going on, too sick from fatigue and a hangover to cope with this unfolding, unbelievable situation.
"Oh, Daddy, you look sooo hung over. Just he back and -let me make you feel better," she whispered as she slid over close to him, her naked hip making contact with his.
"Ginny, what is this? What's going on?"
"Just relax, Daddy darling," she said softly and firmly. She put her hands on his broad shoulders and pushed him back. He sank back onto his back and lay there speechless, his eyes filled with her glowing, ripe curves. Her fingers gently touched his forehead, his temples, and began to massage caressingly, soothingly. For a moment he lay back, relaxing under the soothing caress of his daughter's fingertips. And then, with a cry, he sat bolt upright.
"You're naked!"
"And so are you," she grinned.
He grabbed at the covers, trying to pull them up over his genitals. It was futile.
"Why are you trying to cover yourself, Daddy? I undressed you last night."
"You -"
"I've seen everything you have."
He just stared at his daughter, trying to put everything into some kind of perspective. This was so unexpected, so shocking, so confusing She knew instinctively that he was about to leap out of bed. She knew instinctively that if she let him get away now it might lead to an ugly scene, and might ruin the beautiful relationship she had begun last night. She knew instinctively that if a girl got a man where he lived, she could turn him into jelly, could sap him of his will to resist. She moved with sure, quick instinct, taking her father by surprise.
"I've seen everything you have, Daddy, and I've felt it, too," she whispered with direct meaning.
And then, before he had a chance to react, she reached down and firmly grasped his big, limp prick, curling her fingers around his fleshy shaft. A look of startled surprise came over him. His mouth gaped. His bloodshot eyes went wide. Her fingers curled, squeezing and caressing with meaning as she looked into his eyes, her eyes partly hooded and misted over with desire.
"Oh, Daddy, we had such a nice time last night," she purred, rubbing her tits against his chest, her fingers feeling his limp prick skillfully.
"Ginny you're, what? Last night?"
He still hadn't moved to get away. He seemed so stunned that he was unable to move. He seemed so overwhelmed by his daughter's intimate, shocking, surprising caress that he was unable to react.
"You came home stoned out of your head, Daddy. When I tried to get you up to your bedroom, you began feeling me up and -
"I what!! ! ! "
"You began feeling me up. You sucked on my titties. I was wearing a little nightie. You even felt me down here," she grinned seductively, pointing at the V at her thighs with her free hand. "You worked me over in the living room. Half-way up the stairs you got on top of me and felt me up and kissed my breasts and felt my ... pussy ... When I finally got you in your bed you nearly raped me..."
"I don't believe -" he started, and then fell speechless.
"It's true," Ginny smiled, squeezing his cock with active fingers. She decided to color the story, since he obviously remembered nothing. She decided to lie, to turn the story around to her advantage. "And then you made me..." she paused for effect, a long, drawn-out pause that had him hooked, hypnotized. " ... you made me ... blow you..."
"I -no! It can't be!" he sputtered in disbelief. He was so overwhelmed by what she was saying that for the instant he forgot that they were both naked, that her lovely body was close to his, that her fingers were circling and caressing his penis.
"It's true," she whispered softly. "But I didn't mind, Daddy. I loved doing it for you." And then with a rush, she added the crusher: "And then we made love." She delivered this telling statement with matter-of-fact simplicity.
"Oh, my God!" he wailed.
"It was heavenly. You didn't want me to leave you alone. So, I became ... your wife and lover, Daddy. And I loved it. I love you. You're such a marvelous lover."
"Oh, my God!" he repeated, in the grip of shame and despair.
"It was the most wonderful night of my life, Daddy. I'm your girl, now. All yours. And you're all mine. Oh, I love you!"
He sank back in the bed, as if struck by lightning, totally shaken and defeated, bewildered, sickened by what he had just learned. Ginny leaned over her father, rolling her thigh over his, half crawling over him, her belly rubbing his, her tits brushing his chest, his hairy chest tickling her excited nipples. She cooed to him, her fingers running through his hair, her lips planting gentle kisses on his agonized face. Her hand was still feeling his cock. She did not feel it stir. She figured that what was happening so stunned him as to render him momentarily impotent.
Ginny saw his knuckles turn white as he clenched his hands in desperate tension, the mental pressure of what he had learned crushing him emotionally. His bloodshot eyes took on a haunted look, and it seemed to Ginny that he had aged years in these few moments. He was terribly shaken. He lay there looking miserable.
"Forgive ... me..." he whispered so softly that she barely heard him.
"But there's nothing to forgive, Daddy, darling. I love you. I'll be your woman."
"It's incest..." he whispered, his voice strained.
"Don't make a beautiful thing so dirty."
His eyes were full of pain. He seemed defeated. His physical condition rendered him incapable of decisive action. He felt weak and drained. He had commited incest with his daughter, and now lay passively on his back, his daughter laying half over him, her lovely body pressed to his, her fingers curled caressively around his prick. The forbidden nature of what he had done while drunk, the forbidden nature of him lying naked in bed with her, the forbidden nature of her fingers caressing his penis ... it all crushed him, rendering him speechless and defeated and helpless. He seemed incapable of any action. He seemed to have strangely given himself up to his daughter. He felt her caressive fingers gently squeezing his cock. The erotic feeling began to get to him and he could not control, could not stop, the slow hardening of his penis in the curling caress of her knowing fingers.
"Ginny, this is so wrong," he whispered.
"No, Daddy, it's not," she said with conviction. "It's beautiful and it's right. We have no one left but each other. You're a man, and you shouldn't be alone. I'm here. I love you sooo much. I want to make you happy. Making you happy makes me happy. Why should you be lonely? Why should you have to sleep alone, be without a lover and companion? I love you. Please, darling, let me fill the void in your life, please, please..."
He did not answer. It was so wrong, but he felt so lonely and sickly and defeated that he could not even begin to refute her words of comfort and love. He felt the erotic thrill of her fingers on his hardening shaft. It felt so good. It had been so long. He had no memory of the night before. In spite of the fact that this was incest, his cock responded to her jerking hand caress.
When Ginny felt his rod stirring in the grip of her hand she smiled inwardly with triumph. She had him, and she knew it! She knew that once a girl got a man to respond, he was a goner, and her father was no different than any other man in this way. She had him, and she knew it. And she knew that she had to instantly press her advantage or he might come to his senses and bolt away, ruining everything.
Ginny moved quickly. She squirreled round in the bed and her lovely face dove down at his stiffening rod before he had a chance to understand what she was going to do. She knew that once she started, he'd have no will to resist. She had to complete her conquest of him now, now!
With her hand squeezing his nearly completely erect prick, she moved her mouth down toward his fleshy shaft. Without a moment's pause Ginny bent over him and her tongue snaked out and licked teasingly over the length of his swollen prick. She heard him groan, and pressed her advantage. She took his fat cock head into her mouth and sucked on it, tugged on it, shaking it as a dog would a bone. Her head shook gently from side to side as her lips tightly and wetly held his satiny cock-head, her tongue licking over the tip, her teeth biting lightly.
And Ginny thought: Oh, God, how I love him! How I love his cock! I've got him now! I have his cock in my mouth again, and I love the feel and taste of it soooo! It's too late for him to stop me now! I'll give him the greatest blow-job in the world! I'll make him shoot all of that hot, tasty cream in my mouth! He'll love it soooo much, he'll be soooo thrilled and excited that he'll want me always! He'll never be able to resist me! I'll be his and he'll be mine!
She was laving with her lips and tongue as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"No, no! Stop! You can't!" he cried. But she ignored him.
And he thought: Oh, my God! She's got my cock hard! And she's got it in that sweet, warm mouth of hers! God help me, I like it! It feels terrific! She's driving me wild and I can't stop her!
He heard her making little whimpering, mewing sounds as she mouthed his swollen shaft of flesh. Her mouth was full of it, and, as her head bobbed, her chin bounced against his balls. She was sucking him with passion he had never before felt. She was the ultimate cock-sucker, he thought luridly as her sucking lips and licking tongue aroused him to new levels of erotic excitement. She was feasting hungrily, expertly, with inspiration on his fleshy cock.
And then an inspiration struck Ginny as she hungered on his cock. She wanted to deeply commit him, involve him in what was happening. With mature understanding and sure instinct, Ginny turned her body around, her lips still surging over his cock. She moved over him, kneeling, poising her thighs and pussy directly over his face.
He saw. He saw the blonde hair fringing softly the pouting pink lips of her sweet, young, scented vagina. He saw the tempting, fleshy nether lips of her cunt, swollen with longing, parting slightly, revealing to his stunned eyes the alluring pinkness of her most private possession. She shoved her hips down and her pussy was now hovering just over his mouth.
It was too much for him: the allure of her lovely body ... the delicious things she was doing to his cock with fantastic lips and tongue ... he gave up!
His hands reached up, brushed over her hips, and then cupped her firm, luscious buttocks, drawing her down, down. Ginny nearly squealed with triumphant delight as she felt him responding, but she would not release his cock from her surging lips.
The scent of her perfumed pussy excited him. He touched his tongue to the swollen pink cunt lips of his daughter, and then began to lick up and down over the tender trench. He felt her body shiver with excitement, felt her lips responding on his swollen cock more avidly than seemed humanly possible. He felt her pussy trench growing wetter as cream began to flow as he stroked her passion with his tongue.
Her hips began to roll gently, to thrust gently but insistently at his mouth, and his tongue licked over the erect bud of her clitoris; his lips sucked on the fleshy clitoris bud and worked gently on it, and his face was beginning to glisten from the wet, creamy flow at her cunt trench.
He was lost now. Lost in the passion of mutual oral love, locked with his daughter in the classic 69 position.
For an instant, she let his prick slide from her sucking lips.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, eat meeeee up! I loooooove it! Ohhhhh I love it!" she cried. And then her words were muffled as she seized his erect prick with renewed passion.
His mouth was hungering at the blonde forest between her thighs as she trembled and hovered over him, her cunt jammed over his mouth, her own mouth consuming wildly his cock. His tongue licked over her open slit and he feasted with passion. His lips and tongue worked over her slippery, fleshy pussy lips. His tongue laved up and down the length of her fevered twat.
"Ohhhh, God," she thought to herself, "he's eating my pussy! My Daddy's eating my pussy! Oh, God, soooo delicious! Those lips! That tongue! He's driving me wild! Oh, God, can he eat cunt!
She wiggled her hips from side to side as his mouth worked over her cunt and her mouth worked over his cock as his hips jacked up and down, fucking his cock in and out of her surging lips. His tongue now was plunging stiffly deep into her flowing depths, and his lips covered the parted, swollen rim of her cunt lips. His tongue lashed and twirled deep inside of her cunt as his hands clutched at her swaying buttock cheeks.
And all the while her questing lips ringed his thick erection and she sucked on his marvelous hunk of meat with passion, her tongue thrusting and circling, her fingers caressing his hairy sack of balls. His tongue searched deep in the brimming well of her cunt. In and out of her wet nest his tongue stabbed, stiff and wild, making her entire body quiver. His tongue speared in and out of the swelling lips of her parted, fleshy lips, and his face was coated with the cream that oozed from her cunt. Her lips squeezed and sucked and surged up and down on his cock with emotion.
He loved the delicate female scent of her as his tongue dug deeply into her fleshy vagina. Her thighs were squeezing around his head, keeping him trapped as she rubbed her creaming cunt over his mouth.
And then she began to come, cream oozing and flowing from her twat as he ate her, knowing she was in her climax. And he came, flooding her mouth with his sperm, his hips jabbing wildly. And she sucked his cock and he sucked her cunt and they sucked the juice from each other avidly.
And then it was over and they disengaged.
With a sob of joy she turned and threw herself on top of her father. Their lips met and their bodies rubbed. She snaked her tongue into his mouth and instantly his tongue drove to meet hers. Their tongues clashed. She withdrew her tongue and his tongue chased it back into her mouth. She seized his tongue with her lips as it invaded her mouth. She sucked on it hungrily. Her body was flat on top of his, and she thrashed on him, her buttock cheeks tightening as she felt his hands caressing back there. Her thighs and pussy crown rubbed over his slick, limp prick.
The kiss broke.
"Oh, Daddy, darling. That was sooooo wonderful, soooo delicious. I loved it! Was I good for you?"
"You were the very best," he said honestly.
"The very best?"
"Yes. Never had one like you gave me."
"Oh, I just loved sucking on it. Did you love sucking on me?"
"Yes, darling, I did."
He had sunk now into depravity with his daughter. He now accepted their depraved relationship. The daughter that he had sired was now his mistress! He felt desire for her, overpowering desire, desire that matched and surpassed the desire he had felt for his late wife when he had first met her, so many years before. He could not deny it. He surrendered to it.
They kissed again, her tongue going wildly into his mouth. She kissed him with force and passion that he had forgotten existed. He felt he was drowning in the force of her passion. And then:
"Daddy, let me be a wife to you," she whispered, fluttering her tongue in his ear.
"It's too late to stop now," he said in a defeated voice.
"Don't you want me?"
"Yes, darling, I do. It's wrong. It's sick -"
"No! It's not! It happens every day all over the world. Society says it's wrong, but it's soooo right between us. Wasn't it good? Isn't it nice being close this way?"
"Yes, it is," he admitted.
"Then let's forget the rest of the world. Let's make our own world, just you and me. Let's make a life for each other. Let's be nice and sweet and love each other."
"Yes. All right, darling," he said, convinced by her impassioned pleas.
"Oh, I love you sooooo much, Daddy. No one will know. It's our secret. Let the world go hang itself. We have each other to love. We'll make love. Wonderful love. You and me."
"Yes, yes -"
She had him and she knew it and he knew it.
He was a man of huge sexual appetites, and his source had been cut off with the death of his wife. But now he had his daughter. She was a younger more beautiful more desirable version of the wife he had married so many years ago. She offered him everything. She offered him love and sex and fulfillment and companionship. She offered him his lost youth. He could not resist her offer, so passionately and lovingly given. He could not resist.
She felt the long, hard push of his erection pressing against her thighs.
"Oh, Daddy! You're ready again! Oh, please make me, love me! Please!"
"Yes, yes!"
He rolled her over and moved his powerful body over. her. He covered her tits with kisses, teasing her nipples, making her toss and groan. His lips drove her wild, and his hands molded her lush curves.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Please!"
"Yes, I want you!"
"Take me! Now! Take me!"
He could not hold back. He growled deep in his throat. He moved between her wide-spread thighs and the blood-engorged head of his cock bumped against the wet, parted lips of his daughter's delicious cunt.
"Put it into me! I want you!" she cried.
She arched her back and pressed her cunt hard up against the head of his stiff, thick cock. And then the engorged head of his prick slipped smoothly into the hungry trap of her sucking pussy lips.
"You're going in meeee! Ohhhhh! I love it! Fuck meeeee!"
He felt his cock slipping into the lips of her tender young pussy, he felt the tight encirclement of her cunt lips around the pushing head of his cock. He pitched forward and sucked her nipple with his avid lips. He pushed his hips and his cock slithered slowly, deeply, into her clinging vagina.
And she thought wildly: He's in me! He's in me! He's fucking me! Daddy's fucking me and he knows what he's doing, not like last night! Oh, God, it feels marvelous!
And he thought: She's so nice and tight! What a delicious little cunt she has! God, her pussy's gobbling my cock up alive! God help me she's my daughter and she's a great lay! She's hot and she squirms and bites and grabs! It's incest! I can't stop it! It's too damn good! Oh, God, can my little girl throw a mean fuck!
They were both groaning, in the throes of lustful passion. Ginny gloried in the way she was thrilling him, and oh, God, was he thrilling her with that big, plunging cock of his! And now it seemed as if they both had to utter obscene words, they seemed to feel it necessary.
"Screw me faster and harder, Daddy! Ohhh, you're a marvelous, fantastic lover! Oh, your big prick fills up my cunt so much! Fuck meeeee!"
"What a lay you are! You're fantastic! You're a glorious fuck! Your cunt's so nice and tight and juicy! Stay with me, baby girl, we're going for a wild, fucking ride!"
He pumped his hips faster, his balls slamming against her rolling, squirming buttocks. The tight lips of her vagina were stretched in a wide, clinging circle, wetly gobbling at his stabbing prick. He penetrated to the hilt, his testicles banging against the crack between her upturned, churning buttocks. In and out father's cock drove into daughter's cunt. Ginny arched, wrapping her legs around his waist, her heels wildly beating against his buttocks. His huge cock drove in and out of the warm lips of her pussy. She sobbed with passion as the pink lips of her cunt stretched wide, wide, to take the giant thrust of his penis. His huge, thick rod of flesh slid in and out as she squirmed beneath him, his chest pressing down on her ripe tits.
Her naked body thrashed wildly as she gave herself with an abandon he had never before experienced. She was flailing her hungry cunt at his impaling prick, the tender lips of her cunt sucking wetly on his plunging pole. She growled in her throat, flailing her head from side to side as she arched her hips, driving them up, matching his down-driving hips, thrust for wild thrust.
The soft, contracting internal muscles in her stuffed vagina caressed his plunging cock, giving him intense thrills. Her hips bucked and rotated as her cunt sucked on his cock. Her body leaped and churned with wild abandon as his cock jerked deeply in and out of her. He pounded on her with power as they kissed with fury, her legs entwined around his swaying waist, urging him on to even greater speed and effort. He screwed her with a fury he didn't know he possessed.
"Oh, fuck me, Daddy! You fuck like crazy and I lovwe it!"
"What a lay you are!"
"Fuck me faster and harder! I'm going to come!"
"Stay with me, Ginny, I'm coming too!"
"Aiiiiieeeee!"
"Uggghhhhgghhh!"
His sperm sprayed inside of her throbbing vagina and her juice poured and oozed. Great, hot streams of his come filled her. They flailed wildly, jerking wildly, clawing and kissing and biting and screaming and cursing as they flew through a mutual, gigantic climax. Her vagina wildly squeezed on his spitting cock, squeezing spurt after spurt from it, draining of it its last hot drop of sperm.
And then they fell together, exhausted, kissing, hugging, feeling drained and lazy and satisfied.
"Never a lay like that!" he panted, covering her heaving tits with loving kisses and bites.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, you're the best lover in the world!"
They hugged and kissed for a long time, their hands fondling each other's bodies.
"Ginny," he said softly, hugging her close.
"Yes, Daddy, my wonderful lover?"
"This is an awful shock for me. I mean incest and finding that my daughter not only isn't a virgin but that she's fantastic, fantastic that only a combination of plenty of talent and plenty of experience can make you have lots of talent and lots of experience, don't you, baby?"
"I hope I have talent, Daddy," she fenced.
"You have it, all right! And experience, young lady?"
"Well, I'm not a virgin, Daddy."
"You've been sleeping around, haven't you, Ginny?"
"And what if I have?" she said defiantly. "Don't throw the old double standard in my face, Daddy! A girl has desires and needs, just like a man. Sure, I've had my share of lovers. But you're my true lover, now, darling!"
"I guess I have no right to question or criticize, Ginny. I'm involved in gross incest with you. It's just all such a shock to me. And, every man likes to think of his daughter as a pure little princess."
"If I were a pure little princess we wouldn't have much fun together."
"I can't argue with that."
They showered together, making it in the shower, the water drumming down on them, Ginny's long legs laced around her father, his hands cupping her buttocks, her feet up off the floor. They dried each other off, kissing and feeling. She dusted powder over her body and then backed into her naked father, rubbing her lush, firm buttocks against his stiffening cock.
"Ummmmm, that feels weird and delicious," she purred, feeling his stiff prick rubbing against her buttocks, pushing along the deep crack.
"You have a luscious ass, baby," he laughed.
She shoved her ass back, relaxed the cheeks so that the big, hard knob of his prick could poke into the cleft, and then she clenched her buttocks tightly together, trapping his rigid cock, squeezing the head of it.
"Ugggg," he moaned.
"Feels great, doesn't it?" she giggled.
"God, what an ass you have!" he groaned, his cock-head stuck in the clenching crack between the cheeks of her buttocks.
"Oh, Daddy," she giggled, rotating her ass tantahzingly back against him, grinding his cock in the clenched crack between her buttock cheeks. "Oh, Daddy, I have a wild idea!"
"Wha-what is it, baby?" he groaned.
"Let's make it doggie-fashion!"
"You mean you want me to screw you in the behind, Ginny?"
"Ummmm, yes! That would be wild and groovy! Real bizarre!"
"Have you ever had it that way?"
"No," she lied. "Have you ever done it that way, Daddy?"
"Yes, I have, baby!"
"Make me that way! Make believe you're a big male dog and I'm a little bitch in heat! Come on!" she giggled, teasing him on, driving him wild with the clenching rub of her ass-crack over his cock-head.
"Oh, God, would I love to!"
"Then do it!" she laughed wildly.
She pressed the twin mounds of her glorious bottom back against him, squirming, teasing. Gently he slid his hands around, sliding them under her arms and onto the lush, firm, thrusting tits. He caressed her breasts with expert skill, feeling the nipples going hard against his palms. He plucked the nipples and she sighed. As his hands caressed her tits, his lips moved tellingly over her naked shoulders, the nape of her neck, kissed, bit and suckled along the long, smooth line of her neck. She was mad with desire. The hard push of his cock in and out of the sweet, deep valley between her buttocks nearly drove her out of her mind.
And then, suddenly, she sprang from his embrace and ran out of the bathroom into the bedroom, giggling, her father chasing her, laughing, feeling years younger than his age.
"Let's play doggie!" she giggled.
She quickly got down on all fours and barked at her father. He laughed. "Bow wow!" she yelped happily, wagging her saucy bottom up at her father.
"Bow wow!" he laughed, joining in the game.
She scampered quickly around on he thick carpet, barking happily, her sweet bottom wiggling seductively, her full tits swaying.
"Come and get me, Daddy! You're a Great Dane with a big dong! You have to catch me I'm a little girl poodle! If you catch me you have to ravish me!" she giggled.
He crawled around on the thick rug after the quick-moving girl. He finally cornered her and she yelped wildly at him. He barked back at her in a deep voice. She playfully tried to free herself from being trapped in he corner. She bumped her shoulder against his and to her surprise, he toppled over, falling onto his back.
"Oh, you're a terrible Great Dane," she giggled, "letting a little girl poodle" knock you over!"
She crawled over to him and leaned over him, on all fours, her breasts swaying over his face.
"I can't attack you, Daddy, even though you are helpless on your back," she teased. "Nobody ever heard of a little girl poodle raping a big male Great Dane," she giggled.
He brought his head up and caught the nipple of one of her swaying tits with his lips as he lay there beneath her. She sighed. He sucked on her lovely cone, trying to draw it entirely into his mouth.
"Ohhh, Daddy, that feels sooooo nice!"
She leaned over him, offering him first one tit, then the other. She cooed with pleasure as he sucked and nibbled and nipped and tongued her tits as she swayed them to and fro over his mouth. Then, with a little squeal, she leaped away. He rolled over and got to all fours and crawled after her. After much wild scampering about he caught her again, much to her delight.
"Oh, no!" she cried, pretending she was frightened. "You can't! You're too big. I'm only a little French poodle. No, no! We'll have mongrels!"
"Great," he laughed, rearing up over her, loving the childish fun, though its purpose was anything but childish.
"Oh, poor little girl poodle," she whimpered and pouted as she felt him beginning to mount her from behind.
Ginny pushed her bottom up, offering him a tempting target. Her breathing was ragged with excitement. He bent over her, his arms going around her, his hands cupping her swaying, dangling tits as she moved beneath him on all fours.
He took careful aim at the sweet, deep cleft between the juicy twin spheres of her bottom. He hovered over the round, white, shimmering cheeks of her buttocks. She waited, sighing, slim and voluptuous, beautifully curved, her hips flaring out from her narrow young waist. Her buttocks squirmed and twisted beneath him, inciting his lust. He delayed, for a long moment, thrusting forward to shove his throbbing cock deep between the ripe moons of her proud and lovely ass.
And then, instead of driving his cock home, he tortured her, and tortured himself by grinding his thick cock round and round in the crevice, pressing the soft cheeks together. As he ground his cock teasingly in her anal channel he kissed wetly up and down her spine, and she quivered and groaned. He backed off a bit and licked his tongue slowly down her back, down, down, until his dragging tongue met the tightly clenched anal slit.
"Mmmmmmm, Daddy, you're driving me wild!"
"A little teasing never hurts."
"Oh, how I want it in me!"
As he dragged his tongue over her back and teased his cock in her channel warmth surged over her and she began to relax, the cheeks of her ass unclenched, leaving her behind open and ready for the final penetration. She mewed low in her throat, wracked with bizarre desire, wanting him to impale her in the behind. She knew it would hurt he was so hard and huge and thick but she longed for that stabbing hurt.
And then she screamed. With sure aim he drove his cock at the juicy twin spheres of her bottom and thrust forward, the huge knob of his prick jabbing into her puckered anus. She was hit by a mixture of excruciating pain and intense pleasure. She rotated her buttocks, offering him a better target as he thrust his hugeness into her.
"Ohhhh, Daddy! You're killing meeeee and I love it!" she cried.
As his cock pushed inward, her anal ring popped and stretched, slowly giving way. And then she screamed again as with a violent shove he drove his huge erection deep in her. His belly slapped against her buttocks and as his cock sank in to the hilt, his balls hit the bottom of her behind and her spread thighs.
He grunted and pumped his stiffness deeply in and out of her hot anal channel, driving in and out between the trembling twin mounds of her back-driving, rotating bottom. His hands caressed her breasts avidly and he kissed her pretty back as he pumped away.
"Ohhhhhh ... gooooood ... Ohhhhhhh Daddy! You're murdering meeeeee! More! More! Ohhhhh!" She sobbed as she bucked wildly under him. They were both caught up in the weird thrill of the abnormal coupling.
She squirmed as his huge cock drove with rushing force in and out of her anal slit. She gasped as his cock sank deep inside of her belly. Her buttocks throbbed and swayed, flaming with pain and delight. His cock plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew, as he impaled her ass-hole with wicked thrusts. She sobbed and cried as his cock lashed at her anal crack. She writhed and churned her behind as he bucked over her in a lewd dog-like dance of lust.
"Ohhhhhhh ... aiiiieeee..." she cried, her body in the delicious, bizarre grip of the ass-hole reaming that she was taking.
He felt the hollowing and contracting of her buttocks around his jabbing cock as he screwed her ass like a crazed dog. There was a moist, sucking noise as his cock drove to and fro in her tight anal ring.
The throbbing thickness of his steaming rod ripped at the tight elastic ring of her anus. Her eyes were gleaming with lust as her father fucked her in the ass deliciously, viciously. The puckered ring contracted and clung and throbbed around his spearing prick. She kneeled beneath him in abject servitude, waving her ass, urging him on lewdly.
He flexed his hips and smoothly drove his hard fleshy staff into her, battering her, and she was fading into a world of half-conscious ecstasy from the bizarre thrills.
She thrust her behind back at him wildly, squealing. She felt no pain now, only delicious thrills. Her ass twisted and stretched and it was as if she were impaled on an elephant's trunk. She clenched and unclenched her buttocks, throbbing them around the long, hard driving cudgel of her father.
His cock throbbed in and out of her, stretching and prodding violently at her anus, filling her body with unimagined thrills. He rammed at her from behind, his hands fondling and roaming over her. His cock jabbed deep in her rectum, grinding and twisting, circling, threatening to split her in two. She kneeled beneath him, trembling, and he fucked her with long, strong, powerful, lunging plunges. She gyrated her hips, sobbing, as he lunged and withdrew, filling her rectum to the bursting point. His monstrous cock was ramming her, sweeping her into frantic abandon.
She cried and sobbed and he grunted and cursed and then his fleshy cock erupted inside of her and he shouted his finish.
"I'm coming!" he cried.
"Ohhhhhhhhhaiiieeeeiiieeee!" she screamed.
Mercilessly he fucked at her quivering buttock cheeks, his cock spitting sperm into her belly. His sperm filled her anal passageway with rushing gobs that splatted deep inside of her. She hit her crisis, a bizarre one, and nearly fainted.
She collapsed under him as he continued to spurt his load inside of her rectum, pumping, pumping, pumping. And then they both lay still, Ginny flat on her stomach, her father still lying over her back, his softening cock still buried deep inside of her buttocks.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, you're the greatest and bestest Great Dane in the whole wide world," she sighed and giggled, gasping for air.
"And you're the most passionate French poodle in the world," he laughed.
"Did you like making me ... through my back door?" she giggled.
"I like making you by any door," he grinned. "I wonder if dogs have as much fun as we just had?" she said. And at that moment she thought of Brute, and she blushed.
"Who cares what kind of fun dogs have?"
"Daddy?"
"Yes, baby?"
"We'll have to take another shower ... together ... "
"I guess so," he laughed.
"This'll be my third bath this morning," she giggled. "You will shower with me, won't you, darling?"
"You know I will!" He said getting up.
She stared at him with surprise and fascination. His cock was swelling and hardening again.
"Ohhh, Daddy, you're a wonder!" she sighed with adoration. "Let's go play in the shower again!" She grabbed him by the cock and led him that way, her fingers curled tightly around his hardness, into the bathroom. They were in the shower for an hour and a half, screwing and sucking until they were drained. Ginny knew she had taken her mother's place in her father's life for sure!
CHAPTER SEVEN
For Ginny it was the answer to a dream. For two weeks her father did not go to work. They made love every chance they could find, and they found countless chances. For her father, it was like rediscovering his youth. Now he seemed more vigorous than he had in years. He had a beautiful young mistress living with him, and even though she was his own daughter, it turned him on that she could be so satisfied by him.
But all good things come to an end. He went back to his work, leaving Ginny behind in the big, empty house, with time on her hands. She had been so wonderfully screwed so often by her father that now, with his absence, she yearned wildly for it. She was like an alcoholic, fresh out of booze. She craved it.
She wandered aimlessly about their sprawling back yard. She heard voices coming from behind the hedges that edged their property line. One voice was that of Mark Burney, the tall, skinny boy who lived next door. She recognized the other voice as that of his father.
She walked close to the hedge and listened, hidden from their eyes by the hedge.
"But when's Mom coming home?" Mark asked his father.
"Never mind that, Mark. Don't change the subject."
Mark's father's voice was stem and scolding. Ginny parted the hedges and peeked through. She saw Mr. Burney sitting in a wooden garden chair in shorts and a teeshirt. He was tall and thin like his son, with a long face and a long nose. His hair was thinning. "Oh, Pop -" Mark said.
"Come on, Mark. I want you to talk more about about it."
"Awwww, I don't wanna."
"You'll do as I say. You told me you've been laying the girl next door Ginny," he said.
Ginny froze. The boy was talking. He had told his father. Anger gripped her as she listened and watched through the hedge.
"Yeah, I laid her..."
"More than once?"
"Yeah," the boy lied, infuriating Ginny. There had only been that one time.
"Now are you lying to me? What's a beautiful girl like that want you for, Mark? Let's be practical. She's lots older than you are. She's a knockout. She can have anyone she wants. So why you?"
"I dunno. But it's true. She's a great bang-job," the boy laughed lewdly. "She is?"
"She sure is! Christ, Pop, she can't get enough. She's a whore!"
Ginny bristled with hate and anger for the boy when she heard him call her a whore.
"A whore?"
"Yeah. You bet. She's so hard-up now that she's home all alone, she's always after me, begging me for a fucking."
"She begs you?" the father said with hot interest.
"Yeah," the boy lied. "Christ, she like to wear out my peter with that hot cunt of hers."
"She's a hot one, ehhh?"
"She sure is. She doesn't wear a bra, and half the time she doesn't wear panties either, she's so hard-up."
"Sounds to me like she's a real slut."
Ginny seethed with hatred for the father now when he described her as a slut. She hated the way he was urging the boy on for more information.
"She's a slut, all right, Pop," Mark grinned. "She's got real hot pants when she's wearing them," he laughed.
"She likes to screw, huh, Mark?" the father asked with lewd interest. Ginny's ears were burning.
"She sure does, Pop! Show her your cock and she goes wild. And, Christ, what a cock-sucker she is!"
"Cock-sucker!"
"Yeah! She loves to suck cock. All she has to do is see me and she starts to drool. A real hot slut, she is, all right. Always grabbing at my prick, feeling, it, wanting to play with it and suck it, always begging me to stick it into her."
"Is she a good lay?"
"She's terrific. A real bitch on wheels. She can fuck and fuck and fuck and suck till you think you're gonna die, and then she wants more."
"I'd sure like to get some of that..." the father said almost to himself.
"Hey, you wouldn't cheat on Mom, wouldja, Pop?"
"No. Just was wishing I was a bit younger, that's all."
But Ginny could tell that he was just dying to sample her. She hated him. She hated his son. She wanted to rush through the hedges and claw their eyes out. But she just stood there, quivering with rage and hatred for the father and son.
"You going over to her now, Mark?" the father asked with sick curiosity and envy on his long, thin face.
"Awww, I don't think so. I gotta meet Tommy at the ball park."
"How's that hot little piece gonna get along without you going next door to throw her a mean fuck, son?" the father laughed lewdly.
"That's her problem," the boy said smugly. "Maybe I'll drop in on her later. By then she'll be burning hot for me."
"That's my boy!" he said with pride, patting his son on the back.
"So don't wonder if I get home late, Pop," the boy boasted. "I'll probably be in Ginny's pants," he laughed.
"I'm proud of you, son. Banging her is banging prime pussy!" the father laughed. He seethed with vulgarity.
"Yeah," Mark laughed. "See you later, Pop," he said turning to leave.
"Don't wear out your peter on Ginny," the father laughed.
Mark laughed and left. Mr. Burney watched his son leave and then turned and looked longingly in the direction of Ginny's house. Ginny was in a rage of anger. Oh, how she hated the both of them! She saw the look of desire on the man's thin, flushed face. She saw him rub the crotch of his pants and noticed that he had a bulging erection. Normally, just the sight of an erection pushing out a man's trousers would make Ginny boil with desire. But it only made her hate him more. She made her decision, fighting to control herself.
She turned, walked back around the hedges, onto the driveway, and then circled round and walked into the Burney's backyard. She was glad she was wearing what she now had on: a white jersey pull-over that clung to her free-swinging, braless breasts; gray-and-red miniskirt, six inches above the knee; thigh-high stockings that left only a two inch patch of glowing thighs between the stocking tops and frilly, bikini, lace-and-silk black panties; a black garter belt. She knew that just looking at her would make his fierce hard-on ache, really ache.
She swished into the backyard, and spotted Mr. Burney before he saw her; he was still staring longingly at her house, probably imagining himself in the throes of lust with her. She grinned.
"Well, hello, Mr. Burney," she said in a low, sexy voice as she swished up to him, long, graceful flashing, miniskirt flapping, tits swaying nakedly under her tight-fitting white jersey, the imprint of her nipples clear to see. He turned and flushed.
"H-hello, Ginny," he said, flushing and off-balance, acting as if she had caught him jerking-off ... and she nearly had ... he had stopped rubbing his hard-on only seconds before she walked up to him. He rammed his hands into the pockets of his shorts, trying to hide the bulge of his hard-on from her eyes.
"I just thought I'd drop by and say hello," she said in a sultry voice. "I'm all alone at home. I was lonely," she said with intimate meaning.
He grinned broadly, and his eyes raced hotly and frankly over her lovely body, pausing at her lush tits. It was obvious that he thought that he now had it made just as he thought his son had it made and Ginny was hip. She knew instantly that he believed that he'd have her panties off in a few minutes ... She smiled seductively as she walked right up to him, stopping just short of him, their bodies almost touching.
"Well, now, Ginny. This is a wonderful treat, you dropping in like this. You see, I'm all alone, too. Nobody home but me," he added with sexual meaning. "No sense in the two of us being lonesome, now, is there?"
"Of course there isn't, Mr. Burney," she smiled invitingly.
"Why don't you just call me Sam?"
"Oh, all right, Sam. That'll be just fine."
"I've been thinking that the two of us ought to get to know each other better, Ginny."
"Is that right? Well, that's funny. I was thinking the same thing, Sam ... I was thinking that you and I ought to get to know each other a . . .whole lot better..."
"You know, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, Ginny."
"It's sweet of you to say that, Sam." Then Ginny decided to drop her first bombshell. "Sam ... why don't you take your hands out of your pockets?"
"Well you see -" he started.
"Oh, come on. I know you're trying to hide your big boner, Sam. Now is that fair for you to hide your big boner from me?" she teased.
"Well, I -"
"Well, if you won't take your hands out of your pockets, then I'll just have to..." and as she spoke she quickly dragged down his zipper, reached in and quickly hoisted his hard-on out with the firm, sure grasp of her five, curling fingers, " ... take it out for you..."
"Ginny!" he said, startled.
"Well, now, let's see what we have here?" she held his prick in the tight clutch of her fingers, squeezing it painfully. It was of average size. She gave it a jerk. He moaned and flushed. He just stood there in the middle of his yard, his hands still stuffed in his pockets, the sun high in the sky, his fly open and his cock out, nakedly in the grip of this lovely girl's squeezing fingers.
"My God, Ginny!" was all he could manage.
"Hmmmm," she said, appraising his cock professionally. "Not much of a cock..."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, it's about average. Maybe a little less than average. A man with a cock as puny as yours sure better know how to use it, because you don't have enough inches of meat to give a girl a real thrill," she said sarcastically. She knew that a girl could crush a man by belittling him sexually.
"You little -" he started to snarl.
She held tightly to his aroused penis, so tightly that he dared not move. She gave it a flagrant jerk and laughed at him.
"Listen, mister. I overheard the lurid little conversation you just had with your skinny, pimple-faced son."
"You heard?"
"You bet your life I did. Every dirty, leering word of it. Your son's afflicted with an overactive imagination. Do you think for a minute I need a little kid a skinny pimple-faced kid? Mister, having your son would be scraping the bottom of the barrel. And I don't have to scrape the bottom of the barrel."
"But he told me -"
"I know what he told you. I heard. Now just stand there or I'll break your little peter off," she snarled, giving his cock a painful twist, making his groan with pain.
"No, please -" he moaned.
"Some father you are. You're dirty-you have a dirty mind, just like your son. Just listening to the lies he told you about me with his foul mouth got you hot and bothered and hard-up. Let me tell you something. You'll never have me. And your son's never had me, and he never will."
"Please, you're hurting me," he groaned as she wrenched his hard-on painfully.
"I'm only hurting you now. I can ruin you, if I want to," she laughed.
"Please let me go!" he begged.
"I will when I'm through with you, mister dirty mind. Now listen closely. When your son gets home you make sure you give him a real rough talking to. You sure better make him understand he's not to go around talking about me or any other girl behind her back. He wouldn't dare to say the things he said to you if I were standing here. And you -"
"Me? What about me?"
"If I ever find out that you're spreading stories about me I'll fix you, but good -"
"Why would I wanna talk about you?"
"Why? Because you've got a dirty mind and a foul mouth, just like your son. If I ever find out you've uttered even one word about me I'll have you in court on a morals rap."
"A morals rap?"
"You bet! It's easy for a girl to frame a guy. All I've got to do is tear my clothes up and run home crying rape. My father's a big-shot lawyer, you know that. I'll just make sure he's home and you're home, and then I'll put on my act. They'll believe me. They always believe the girl never the guy. Understand?"
"I ... understand," he said, fear draining the color from his long, thin face.
"So, Mister Burney. Do we understand each other? If I find out your son's spreading stories about me, or that you're spreading stories about me, I'll cry rape and have you put behind bars. Understand?"
"I understand," he said, dropping his head, defeated.
Ginny gave his now drooping cock a cruel twist and then released it.
"Put that puny little peter of yours back in your shorts. I almost burst out laughing every time I see it," she said viciously, knowing that she was emasculating him.
With trembling hands he stuffed his drooping cock back in his shorts, zipping up the fly. He stood there, his head hanging down, looking like a totally broken man.
"Now, you're going to shut up your son, right?"
"Yes ... I will..." he mumbled.
"And you're going to keep a clean tongue in your own head, right?"
"Yes..." he murmured.
"Good. I'm glad we understand each other. I just want to warn you that your darling son might not be in the best shape in the world he finally gets home."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I've got a little plan to take care of his dirty mouth. I'm going to take care of him myself, before he gets home to you. But you still better have a talk with him and make sure he clearly understands he's to keep his big mouth shut."
"I will. He won't talk anymore. I'm sorry he lied about you."
"Sure you are," she laughed derisively. Then she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, broken and shamed. Purposely she rolled her hips seductively, to tease him, to give him a look at what he'd never have. She felt good. She knew she'd never have to worry about him talking. She knew he'd take his impotent fury out on his son.
But Ginny had her own plans for Mark. She was going to set a trap for him. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She was not only going to break him and humiliate him, she was going to inflict pain on him. She went back into the house and phoned her father to find out what time he'd be home. She smiled when he told her he wouldn't be home till late. That would leave the house empty and ready for the little trap she had planned for the boy. She got everything ready. Then she sat by the window, watching, waiting for Mark to come home.
Two hours later Ginny saw Mark coming home. She hurried out of the house and intercepted him. She used the same seductive approach on him that she had used on his father.
"Hi, Mark," she said, swishing sexily up to him.
"Hi, Ginny. Gee, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"Too long," she smiled suggestively. "But I think that you and I can make up for lost time."
"We can?" he grinned with confidence flushing his face.
"We sure can! Oh, you're not in a big hurry to get home, are you, Mark?"
"Heck, no! I'm in no hurry!"
"Good! That'll give us some time together to have fun and to make up for lost time," she grinned, acting as if she couldn't wait to get alone with the boy.
The boy took the bait. He never dreamed that under the warm and willing facade that Ginny had conveyed ... he never dreamed that under it, she was seething with hatred for him.
"Boy, you look sexy as hell in that outfit," he said, his eyes raping over her body.
"Oh, I'll look a whole lot sexier ... once we're alone, Mark. Why don't we go into my house? No one's home..."
"I'm with you, Ginny!" he laughed with eager confidence. "Lead the way!"
"You're sure you don't have to go home right away?"
"I can stay as long as I want to!"
"Ummmm, that's nice. Because I've got some very sexy things planned for the two of us."
"You do?" he gaped, his face flushing with sexual excitement, his trousers beginning to bulge with his quick-growing erection.
"I sure do, Mark, honey. Ummmmm," she sighed, openly staring at his bulging erection. "Ummmmm ... I see you're getting nice and hard..."
"I sure am," he said with pride, shoving his hips forward to show off his erection.
"You sure are! Oh, I can't wait. You have such a wonderful cock, Mark. I can't wait till you're naked! I can't wait to see it it's sooooo big and beautiful! I can't wait to get my hands on it. I can't wait to get my lips on it. I can't wait till you shove it into my pussy. I can't wait -"
"I can't wait either! Let's get into the house and fuck like crazy!"
"Oh, you're so anxious, Mark!"
"Sure I'm anxious! And so are you, Ginny!"
"Yes ... I am..." she whispered, dropping her eyes, faking shyness.
"Let's stop talking and get into the house and start fucking."
"Oh, Mark..." she whispered.
She turned and slowly led him to the house. He followed her in. She took a quick step away from him, knowing instinctively that he was going to grab her. She didn't want him to touch her. She turned to him.
"Mark...? "
"Yeah, Ginny?"
"Would you do me a special favor."
"Sure! Anything!"
"Would you ... well ... would you undress for me?"
"What do you mean, Ginny?"
"Well..." She was acting beautifully. She was giving a superb performance of a girl who was a bit shy, but very anxious.
"Well, what, Ginny?" he leered.
"I'd really like it if you'd just undress for me. You know. I want to watch..."
"Oh, you want me to put on a strip show for you?" he laughed.
"Yes ... I do ... if you won't mind."
"Why should I mind?"
"Oh, I don't know ... I just want to watch you undress. I like to look at you . . .naked. I mean ... watching you undress will really tease me and steam me up..."
"You really have the hots for me, don't you, Ginny?" he bragged.
"Yes ... I do..." she whispered.
"Okay. I'll give you a treat. You wanna put on some stripper music?" he laughed.
"I'll ... just imagine the music," she smiled.
"Okay. You just sit back and watch. Old Mark's going to turn into a stripper," he laughed. He was swelling with conceit that this beautiful girl, who was older than he, could be so wild about him that she wanted to watch him strip. "Ready?"
"Oh, yes..." she said, sitting down on the couch, crossing her legs carelessly, relaxing, waiting for the boy to begin. What he didn't know was that this supreme moment of triumph for him was about to turn into horror and humiliation.
The boy made a big production out of it. He simpered foolishly as he pulled his teeshirt over his head. He wasn't wearing an undershirt. He covered his chest girlishly, thinking he was being funny. He kicked off his loafers and pulled off his socks. With slow movements, intended to tease Ginny, he unbuckled his trousers.
"Here comes the main event," he laughed.
She acted as if she were all eyes, and could hardly wait to get a look at him once he let his pants down. He got his belt unbuckled and then, with lazy slowness, he leeringly dragged down his zipper, certain that he was driving her wild with desire. He couldn't have been further from right. And then his pants sagged and dropped slowly to his ankles. He bent over, winked at her, looking foolish, rather than desirable, and tossed his pants aside.
He posed before her in his shorts. His hard-on was pushing out the material of the shorts. He grabbed his cock, the material of the shorts bunched around it, and jerked on his erection suggestively, thinking that she was creaming with desire. She watched him with clinical, cold interest, but to Mark it seemed as if her eyes were burning with lust.
And then, very, very slowly, he took the elastic waist of his shorts. With exaggerated slowness he began to pull the shorts down, leering at her. And then, finally, he was naked.
"Here I am, Ginny, in all of my naked splendor," he laughed, preening before her as if he were a girl.
She looked him over. He wasn't much. Tall and thin all skin and bones with a long, thin, hard-on. She wondered how she had ever desired him in the first place.
"Turn around, nice and slow..." she said in a voice that faked sexual desire.
He grinned at her lewdly. Then, as he began to turn slowly, showing his gaunt body off, she reached behind herself. She searched under the cushion, and her hand found what she had hidden. She grasped it firmly, drawing it out from under the cushion, her hand tightening on it till her knuckles were white.
Now his back was to her. She got quickly to her feet. Firmly in her hand she held one of her father's thick leather belts. "Stand like that for a minute don't turn around," she said urgently.
"Sure," he laughed.
Her muscles tightened. She took careful aim...
Smack! He screamed in pain. Smack, smack! The first three blows of the leather belt were fierce. She lashed him at close range, flailing the belt with strong, side-armed motion. The harsh spat of the leather biting into naked flesh echoed. He screamed. He turned partly around, his face twisted in confusion, pain and fear. He tried to run away. She chased after him, trapping him in a corner.
Her jaw tightened. She felt cold rage, no compassion. She aimed at a spot where his legs and buttocks joined. Smack, smack, smack, smack! The blows landed on his rump, leaving vivid welts on his naked, tender skin. His screams filled the room. He could not get away from her. He was trapped. She put the full weight of her body in the blows and beat him continually for thirty painful seconds. The boy was sobbing. His buttocks and back were crisscrossed with livid welts.
Ginny momentarily paused. Chills of horror and fear gripped the sobbing boy.
"Please, stop!" he whimpered. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you have a big mouth. I overheard you telling your father about all the things you've been doing with me. You called me a whore and a slut. Does that answer your question?"
The boy sobbed, saying nothing. There was a look of pure malice on her face. His naked body now looked emaciated, and his flesh was striped with the cruel marks that the leather belt had inflicted. Ginny again planted her feet firmly.
"No, no! Don't hit me again!" the boy sobbed.
"I'll teach you to talk about me, you skinny, pimple-faced bastard!" she cursed with hatred.
In fear he turned his back to her, trying to make himself dissolve into the corner. He could not get away. With her feet firmly planted Ginny drew back the belt and swung it with all of her strength. The boy jolted as if he had been shot. His piercing cry sent fire through Ginny's blood. She began to tremble. It was almost as if she could feel the biting horror of the lashing that she was inflicting on the boy.
Brilliant red stripes crisscrossed his back, buttocks and lower thighs. Her arm was beginning to hurt. She switched the belt to her other hand. She swung with less sureness, accuracy or power, but she was still whipping him. He jerked and cried in helpless pain. His whole body was bathed in sweat. Sweat poured from his scalp, matting his hair.
Ginny stepped back and paused. Smiling grimly she studied his ruined back. She seemed to be planning each blow in advance, with diabolic intensity. Her arm moved, the coil of leather belt sang through the air and landed on his jerking buttocks with an explosive crack. He screamed. Blood was beginning to ooze from the welts. She whipped him with demented fury as he arched and strained, but he could not escape the terrible horror. Every lash of leather brought a new contortion of pain to his quaking body.
And then she was so exhausted that she could not lift her arm. But although she could no longer wield the belt, she was not yet finished with her hapless victim. She crossed the room, dug under the couch cushion and came up with a strange object. The boy shivered as he realized dimly what this particular instrument of torture was ... he knew instinctively how she planned to use it.
"No, no..." he whimpered and begged.
Quickly Ginny lashed the object around her waist, fastening the buckles which held it in place. The long rubber device stuck out from the V of her thighs, giving her the appearance of having a man's prick sticking out of her miniskirt. She looked freakish. It looked like a gigantic erection.
The boy stared fearfully, too wracked with pain and fear to move. He gave a blood-curdling cry of terror. Ginny replied with harsh, wild laughter. She took hold of him by his thin waist and lunged forward viciously, striking at the exposed target of his ass-hole with unerring accuracy.
He arched and twisted his body violently, trying to escape the lustful horror, but she clung to him like a frenzied animal, thrusting pitilessly with her hips, plunging at him with the hard, thick, rubber penis, screwing it deeply into his flaming ass-hole.
He screamed in an agony of pain.
She laughed, as if demented. She clamped her arms tightly around the boy's chest and continued to worm her hips, probing deeper and deeper with the rubber cock into the boy's ripped and cringing ass-hole. She laughed cruelly each time the cruel device jabbed in to the hilt. She was taking wild, sadistic pleasure in raping his ass-hole.
Without breaking for an instant the rhythm of her mad dance of depravity, she reached her hand around her victim's waist and grasped his cock. She clamped her fingers tightly around it and began to torment him by jerking on it, bringing it to erection. By manipulating with her hand she made his passion ignite against his will and his humiliation and pain.
The boy's body stiffened. Every muscle grew tense as he fought against this humiliation. But he was helpless. He could only submit to her vulgar savagery ... he was impaled in the ass by the stiff, driving, rubber cock ... he could not fight.
And then, suddenly, the boy stopped struggling. She had aroused his erotic sensitivity beyond the limit of his endurance. The torture became unbearable for the boy in an entirely different way. The exquisite agony that he was suffering was etched on his face. His eyes began to glow with an inner fire. He gasped and stiffened, and still she pitilessly assaulted his ass-hole with the crude rubber cock, and still she jerked his erection with her hand.
Ginny could feel that the boy's cock was nearing the point of climax. She didn't want to give him satisfaction ... she wanted to give him a case of painful blue-balls on top of the whipping and the ass-hole fucking. She released his pulsing prick before he could come. The boy whined, begging, but she laughed, withdrawing the stained cock from his anus.
She unbuckled the belt and tossed it aside. The boy was in fantastic agony. His entire back was a mass of bloody welts. His ass-hole was flaming with pain from the unnatural assault. And his cock was beginning to droop ... the sperm was ebbing back into his balls, there to collect and cause him intense pain...
Ginny tossed her head and laughed.
"Have you learned your lesson, boy?" she sneered. "This is only a taste of what you'll get next time you ever say anything about me to anyone. Next time," she bluffed, "I'll have a few of my friends work you over. They're big guys professional athletes. You open your mouth again and I'll have them work you over."
"I won't talk ... I'll never talk again..." he whimpered.
Already the pain was starting in his groin. This pain, when added to the pain of his ass-hole and ripped back made the boy nearly a cripple.
"Getting blue-balls yet?" she taunted.
"Y-yes..." he admitted in pain.
"Get your clothes on and go home. I never want to see you again. And if I ever hear that you've said anything about me, I'll have my friends work you over. Understand?"
"Yes..." he sobbed.
She watched as he slowly and painfully got into his clothes. It tortured him to put his clothes on, he was in such pain. He could not stand upright. His balls hurt, making him stoop. And the welts flamed with pain and his ass-hole felt as if it had been burned by a blowtorch.
"Get out of here!" she commanded. She watched as the boy limped out, half stooped over.
She went to the phone and called his father. She quickly explained what she had just done to his son. When she hung up she knew she'd never have any more trouble ... from either the father or the son...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ginny lay in her Aunt Helen's arms, in her Aunt Helen's bed. It was a first lesbian experience since leaving college. Her aunt was fantastic! In the throes of passion, Ginny had stopped calling Helen 'Aunt.'
"Helen, you're something else again. Mmmmmmmmmm. Do you know how to make a girl feel delicious."
"Well," Helen laughed, "it's simply years of experience, plenty of passion and ... a girl as desirable as you are, dearie."
"You lick pussy like a demon!" Ginny giggled.
"Now that's a very naughty thing to say, dearie!" Helen scolded. She got immediately into the spirit of the game. "You'll have to be punished for saying such naughty things," she added sternly. Helen was supposed to pretend that she was furious with Ginny, and give her a good spanking.
Sitting up on the bed, Helen made the girl lie across her knees. Ginny's lovely backside jutted up nakedly and invitingly. She gazed down at the girl's jaunty round buttocks, so round and delectable...
With a loud smack, Helen brought down the flat palm of her hand, making Ginny's straining buttocks quiver.
"Ohhhhhh!" Ginny cried. "Please don't spank me!"
But her aunt had led her skillfully down the path of perversion. She was obviously in sensual delight at being spanked. She squirmed and arched her rump as Helen struck her again and again. Ginny's hips began to rotate in an undulating response of sensual excitement.
Helen experienced a glowing of pleasure, too, a warmth that suffused her loins. There was a provocative tingling in her pussy as she felt the thrashing movement of Ginny's thighs against her legs.
Ginny was so entranced by the game that she was actually crying. Real tears dripped down her cheeks. Helen was aware that Ginny's delight was reaching orgiastic intensity, so she struck harder and harder against the warm, twisting, firm behind. Smack, smack, smack, smack!
Rapidly her hand descended in a fierce staccato on the soft behind. Helen was now breathing heavily, and her big tits were bouncing and swaying. And, she could sense the voluptuous glow that had begun to ignite in Ginny's body.
Uttering gasps and sobs, Ginny thrashed about on Helen's lap. And then, with a sudden loud cry, Ginny was inundated with the spurting rapture of her release. Her cunt contracted and climaxed, pouring and oozing cream. She wailed and tossed her hips as a series of spasms bolted through her. And, Helen tingled with her own unfulfilled pleasure.
Slowly, the writhing body on Helen's lap became still. Ginny lay panting for breath while whimpers of delight continued to pour from deep in her throat. Finally she rolled off of her aunt's naked lap and sat up. She immediately sensed her aunt's excitement. She pushed her aunt down on the bed and clung to her as she began to caress the swollen breasts that thrust up, huge and naked, with big, extended nipples.
Helen uttered a moan of delight and clasped the girl's blonde head, directing the searching lips across her quivering flesh, to the hard core of one of her tits.
"That's lovely, Ginny," she gasped. "I want you to love my whole body that way -"
Ginny murmured her own happy willingness and continued to tease the throbbing nipples with her lips, tongue and teeth. Helen's sensual craving became an inferno, her cunt lips creaming ... Ginny moved from one tit to the other, sucking, tongue-flogging, biting ... and her hand was now buried between her aunt's thighs where her knowing fingers moved delicately, stroking the warmth, rousing her aunt's passion until she was breathing raggedly through her teeth.
As Ginny finger-fucked her aunt's creamy twat, she sucked on the big red nipples with avid lips. And then she began to move. Wriggling excitedly, Ginny slid over her aunt's prostrate body. Helen caught her niece's blonde head and directed her tormenting mouth. The warmth of Ginny's breath now caressed Helen's thighs. She was drunk with delirium as she waited expectantly for the first vital contact.
And then it happened.
Helen's body leaped up to receive the tender kisses. She closed her eyes and clutched the softness of Ginny's tangled hair while the hungry mouth began to pay homage to her cunt. One after another, delighted shivers danced along Helen's spine, bursting electrically in her brain.
She felt Ginny's hands exploring, felt the gentle stroke of the fingers on her parted thighs, felt them slide across her hips and tighten in the soft flesh of her buttocks. And all the while the maddening little tongue continued to torment her and whet her desires. The tongue licked and laved, darted in and withdrew, teased over the clitoris bud, licked again, dragging slowly over the pink, creamy pussy lips, soaking the dark pubic hair.
Helen sighed while her body arched and tossed in response to the girl's hungering mouth and licking, stabbing tongue. She trembled from the voluptuous enchantment of what was happening, the total wickedness of it. Her lovely niece was making love to her in the most delightful way, and Helen loved it.
Anything depraved seemed to add to the sheer pleasure that Helen experienced. She tingled all over as the warm lips and probing tongue seared her cunt. For a moment she lay perfectly still and shuddered from the intimate contact. The breath choked off in her throat as the flickering tongue darted and withdrew, then plunged once more like a burning flame, deeper and deeper in her churning pussy. She trembled in the very depths of her being.
Uncontrollably her hips began to squirm. And Ginny sensed that Helen was nearing the edge of hysteria. With feverish excitement Ginny tightened her hold on the tender flesh of her aunt's buttocks and increased the rhythmic tongue-fucking of the juicy cunt. The tempo of their thrashing bodies increased as shudders of ecstasy coursed through Helen's vagina. Ginny's hot, gaping mouth was like a firebrand, hotly pressed over her aunt's inflamed cunt lips. Her fluttering tongue and engulfing lips drove her aunt into a frenzy of agonized delight.
Helen lifted her body eagerly, seeking to intensify the burning contact. Shudders of ecstasy gripped her. The passion grew unbearable. She opened her legs wider as her thighs began to clench. And then the convulsion was on her, driving her into a maddening, flaming delirium of pulsing release. The flooding in her body was accompanied by violent spasms which lifted her out of herself. She sobbed her pleasure as the hot longing slowly ebbed, leaving her weak and contented, filling her with a lazy, wistful sensation. And still Ginny's tongue lapped and jabbed at her oozing cunt.
Ginny's tongue licked slowly over the wet smooth opening. And then she again drove her tongue stiffly into her aunt's cunt, and her aunt cried out. Her aunt moaned softly as Ginny's tongue washed over the cunt lips, dipping into the soft, fleshy, pussy folds.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." her aunt sighed.
Ginny's mouth covered her aunt's vaginal slit, and her little stiff tongue dove in between the fleshy folds of her aunt's cunt. Her aunt gasped. The tongue flicked and twisted in the soft, wet passageway, making Helen squirm her ass on the bed involuntarily. The girl's tongue teased hotly, and Helen's vaginal trench contracted and opened tightly around the smooth lick of the girl's tongue. Helen was mewing now as Ginny's tongue curled inside of her vagina, flicking and twisting, licking. Her lips closed over the slit and she sucked and licked crazily, her tongue plunging and withdrawing, plunging and withdrawing. The bedroom was filled with wet sucking noises with each tongue thrust and lip suck. Helen was moaning now as the tongue lashed her warm cunt and throbbing clitoris. Ginny began to suck and tease with glee, using her teeth now as her aunt writhed and churned beneath her in a lewd dance of lust.
"Ohhhhhh, God, Ginny! You're going to make me come again! Ohhhhhh, dear God!"
Helen's body was out of control from the delicious sucking and licking at her cunt. The muscles of her buttocks hollowed and contracted as the girl licked and sucked with greedy lust. Her pussy sagged wide open and her moistness flowed. Ginny's cheeks and chin were coated with cream now as she smoothly sucked and licked at her aunt's pussy.
And then Ginny knew that her aunt was going to come again!
Helen was squealing now with pleasure. Her cunt was wet and open for the sliding tongue of the girl. The girl's tongue had made a fire rage out of control in Helen's vagina. Helen's own tongue was circling moistly around inside of her own mouth.
And then Helen came again, her body stiffening, her cunt impaled on Ginny's stiff, digging tongue. Ginny sucked and lapped up the creamy flow that poured from her aunt's twat. She licked up every drop, licking her aunt clean. And then she lifted her lovely, flushed face up from between the clutch of her aunt's lush thighs.
"How was it?" Ginny grinned.
"Dreamy, simply dreamy. Wild! Crazy! God, dearie, you brought me off twice."
"I guess I was hungry and needed a lot to eat," Ginny laughed.
"You're a real gone pussy eater, aren't you, Ginny?"
"Pussy ... cock ... I just like to eat," she giggled.
"My goodness," Helen laughed, "whatever do they teach you girls in college?"
"The best courses are the intercourses," Ginny laughed, enjoying her pun.
"Oh, you're such a dear. I've taught you a lot, dearie, but I never taught you how to eat cunt that way. Who taught you?"
"My roommate. She was a Lez, a real man-hating Lez. God, you wouldn't believe the way she sucked cunt! She was fantastic. She could never get enough of it. I mean, she laid a lot of guys. And, between all the fucking and the cunt sucking of my roommate, my little pussy was always raw and red."
"You could have used chap stick," Helen laughed.
"Chapstick? The kind you use on your lips?"
"Sure! You could have used it on the lips of your little, sweet pussy," Helen grinned.
"Well, I never had chapped lips down there," Ginny giggled.
"There's always a first time, dearie. My, you and I are going to have some swell times together, aren't we, dearie?"
"We sure are, if I have anything to do with it!"
"Ummmm, we're going to have some nice times together. I have a real taste for the bizarre, Ginny. I'll introduce you to some new thrills."
"What kind of bizarre thrills?"
"Leather. Know much about leather?"
"No. What do you mean, Helen?"
"I have some lovely leather costumes. I'll let you see them. And I have a collection of whips, and things. If you like leather, dearie, I'll have a costume made for you."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, you will, you will," Helen laughed. "And if I'm any judge of character, you'll love it all as much as I do."
"I'm game to try anything," Ginny smiled.
"Good! In a little while I'll show you my secret collection of the bizarre. And I have some wild little books that you'll simply cream over, dearie."
"What kind of books?"
"Oh, I'll show them to you. I have a small circle of friends who go in for the bizarre. You'll get to know them in time, Ginny."
"You're getting me very curious. Now don't tease me. Show me everything. Tell me everything."
"AH in due time. Don't be overeager. The wait is most of the thrill ... as you must know."
"Oh, sure, I know that. But you've got me soooo curious, Helen. Now don't be mean. Show me. Tell me."
"I will, I will," Helen laughed.
"But what about Uncle Harry?"
"What about Uncle Harry? How did he get into this conversation, dearie?"
"Well, what does he think about all of this I mean all of the bizarre things you say you have -"
"Oh, Harry doesn't know a thing, not a bloody thing, Ginny."
"But how can he not know anything, Helen? I mean he's your husband. He lives here."
"Sure he's my husband. Sure he lives here. But he doesn't know about you and me, does he?"
"No, I'm sure that he doesn't, Helen."
"And we both know that he hasn't a clue what goes on with Brute. It's not hard to hide things from your husband, if you want to, and I want to. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.
He'd only cramp my style, anyway."
"I think it's fantastic that he doesn't know anything. I mean by accident he could stumble on your collection of the bizarre."
"Not a chance. I have that locked in a trunk in the attic. I have the only key. He thinks I have clothes in the trunk. Oh, if he only knew the kind of clothes! If he only knew about the rest of the things I have hidden in there!" Helen laughed. "By the way, Ginny, are you still making it with my dear husband?"
"Well, only once since I got home from college," she grinned. "Do you mind?"
"Oh, I don't mind," Helen laughed, "but I'm sure Harry minds."
"I don't understand?"
"Harry minds that he hasn't had you to himself more often. He's always talking about you."
"He is?" Ginny smiled, very flattered.
"He certainly is. It's always Ginny this and Ginny that. The man's crazy about you and you aren't even giving him a tumble."
"Well, there are other fish in the sea that I find more interesting ... yourself included, Helen."
"Now, that's a very sweet thing to say. It's most flattering to me to know that you prefer me to my husband."
"You're a whole lot more interesting, and much more stimulating in many many ways, Helen. Uncle Harry's a smooth operator, but smooth operators are a dime a dozen."
"Here's a dime, get me a dozen," Helen laughed.
"I'm sure you don't need a dozen more of anything!"
"I could use a dozen more of you, Ginny."
"Isn't one of me enough? One of me is unique. A dozen would make me common."
"Yes, I guess you're right. But I'm a pig. A pig. Speaking of animals -" she suddenly pursed her lips and whistled shrilly.
"What did you whistle for?"
"Oh, you'll see, you'll see," Helen laughed.
In a moment, Brute came bounding in. The huge dog stopped by the side of the bed in which the two women were nakedly lying, and sat on his haunches, his huge tongue lolling out of his mouth.
"Now do you know why I whistled, Ginny?" Helen grinned.
"It's Brute. I was having such a wonderful time with you that I forgot all about him. Ummmmmm, just look at that big, juicy rough tongue of his hanging out of his mouth. God, my pussy starts itching just looking at that marvelous tongue of his!"
"I guess we've got as much mileage out of our smooth girlish tongues for a while," Helen laughed. "We need some variety, something new. His tongue is fatter, longer and rougher than ours. Should I tell him to come up on the bed ... so that he can go ... lickity split?"
"Lickity split?" Ginny smiled. "Lickity your split or my split?"
"Why not both of our splits? Share and share alike, I always say. I'm very democratic."
"And I'm very glad that you are," Ginny giggled. "Tell him to come up on the bed so we can have fun and games with him. Oh, I'm crazy about that big, darling dog!"
"So am I. Brute, come on up on the bed. Up!" Helen commanded.
The big dog barked and leaped up onto the bed and then stood there, on his four paws, in between the two naked women. Ginny stared at the massive, muscular boxer. He was a beautiful animal. His tongue was lolling out and his scarlet penis was beginning to slowly slide out of its furry sheath.
"Look, Helen, Brute's peter is coming out! He's getting a hard-on!"
"What do you expect, dearie? Here we are, you and I, naked. He knows what that means. And both of our pussy slits are creamy. He can smeU that. That means sex to him. But, he won't make a move until I command him. He's very well trained."
"If you don't command him to do something, well, will he just stand there and do ... nothing?"
"That's right. He won't make a move or do a thing unless I tell him to."
"Well, don't tell him to do anything. Just let him stand there. I just want to look at him."
Helen nodded in agreement, saying nothing. She just lay there and watched Ginny with interest. Ginny was lying on her side, just under and next to the dog, staring, staring. Helen followed the girl's line of stare. The girl was watching, with heated curiosity, as the dog's long, thick, scarlet penis slid slowly out of its furry sheath. She just stared and stared, with total attention.
"Just look at that," Ginny said with awe.
"Just look at what?" Helen said, pretending not to understand.
"Just look at the way his thing is sliding out. It's fascinating, really fascinating..."
There was a look of pure depravity on Ginny's lovely face. She lay there, her eyes no more than six inches away from the dog's out-sliding penis.
"I think it's fantastic," Ginny continued, her eyes glued to the dog's penis as it slid out. "Look, it's all the way out now!"
"Yeah, he's really got a hard-on."
"God, just look at it! It's so long and thick and red and slippery and smooth. Is it cruel to tease a dog?"
"What kind of teasing do you have in mind, dearie?"
"Oh, I just feel like fooling around a little, that's all..."
"I think Brute can take anything. I don't think he minds anything because he's learned that in the end he always gets a treat, and that treat's usually ... me!"
"Then you don't think he'll mind ... if he'll get a treat when it's over?"
"What's the treat, dearie?"
"The treat?" Ginny grinned. "Why the treat's me, of course," Ginny laughed a bit too wildly.
"Well, it's your treat, dearie," Helen said with a lewd smile.
"Oh, Brute," Ginny whispered to the dog, "you've got the most beautiful, most fascinating ... prick..."
The dog growled when Ginny reached up and put her thumb and index finger around his swollen, scarlet penis. Ginny grinned, knowing now that the dog would not hurt her; she was not frightened by his growl. She slowly slid her thumb and index finger up and down along the swollen length of his prick, and the dog growled deep in his throat.
Ginny giggled and then her five fingers curled lovingly around the dog's erection. She began to slowly and lazily drag her cupping clinging hand up and down on his penis, in the same way that she would jerk on a man's cock. But it felt so weirdly different to Ginny. There was no looseness of skin. It had an exciting, sexually stimulating and unique feel. She slowly moved her caressing fingers up and down on the dog's erect pecker.
"A girl dog can't do this for you, can she Brute?" Ginny whispered to the dog. It was as if she had forgotten that Helen was lying there on the bed with them "No, a girl dog can't jerk off your cock, can she, Brute? You bet she can't," she giggled as she quickened the jerk of her hand up and down on the dog's scarlet prick.
She lay there nakedly on her side staring as her hand moved up and down on the dog's dong. She was as if hypnotized by the bizarre, perverted way in which she was jerking-off the dog.
"Do you want me to jerk you off, Brute?" Ginny cooed softly to the dog. The dog barked, looking down at her. "Does that mean you don't want to be jerked off by me, Brute?" The dog barked twice more. "I think you're trying to tell me you want more than a hand job. Isn't that right?" Again the dog barked. Ginny grinned with satisfaction. "That's it, then. You simply want more from me than a simple jerk-off. Can't say that I blame you. I know that any guy would rather lay a girl or be sucked-off by her than he would be jerked-off by her."
But still her hand curled and slid up and down on his scarlet penis. And then she released the pressure of her caressing fingers. As she did, the dog whined, as if in dismay.
"Poor baby," Ginny cooed. "Don't worry. I won't disappoint you. You just told me that you want more from me than a hand-job. Well, I'm going to give you more than that."
Helen just watched. It was a fantastic scene. Ginny was talking to the dog as if he understood, as if she loved him, as if he were her special lover.
She released all of her fingers from the dog's penis. Then she began to move around in the bed. She moved and squirmed until she had worked herself in between the dog's hind legs, her neck and face under his body, his scarlet prick only inches from her lips.
She pursed her lips and blew a warm puff of air over the dog's boner. The dog shivered, and his cock seemed to swell slightly. Ginny giggled and puffed again, and the dog shivered again, whining deep in his throat.
Her blonde hair was splayed out over' the bedsheets as she lay there, naked, on her back under the big dog, her face scant inches under his huge hard-on. Her eyes had a crazed, glazed look as they stared with awe and desire and fascination at the huge thrust of the dog's great scarlet prick. Any normal man would give his good arm to have this beautiful girl lying under him in this beguiling way. But it was a dog she was lying under, her lovely body beginning to twitch with passion.
"Turn around," Helen commanded the dog.
The dog quickly pranced about, to Ginny's confusion as she lay there beneath him. And then he was back over her again, but now she was lying under his forepaws, but his prick was over, directly over, her lips once more. Her naked body sprawled out from under the front of the dog, instead of the rear. Helen had made the dog turn around for a very good reason, a reason that Ginny did not fathom.
She didn't care as soon as she saw the dog's naked cock poised once more close to her lips. She didn't question Helen's command. She licked her lips with her pink tongue, her face a mask of passion.
And then her tongue flicked out. The tip of her pink tongue touched the very tip of the dog's prick, and the dog yelped and trembled as he stood there. Ginny giggled. Again her tongue snaked out. The smooth flatness of her wet tongue made electric contact with the underside of his cock. Slowly, slowly, she dragged her tongue down, down, the shivering length of the dog's erection.
The dog's balls were huge and hairless and hung there beneath and at the base of his penis, vulnerable and exposed. Ginny darted her tongue at the balls. Her tongue licked over the twin orbs wetly. She held her tongue out stiffly and tried to hoist the balls. They were soooo heavy...
She kissed gently the right ball, then the left, and then licked them both round and round, soaking them as the animal quivered on all fours over her. She kissed the dick and felt it jerk under the pressure of her lips. Her tongue began a long, slow journey up and down and round and round the dick.
"Does that feel nice, Brute?" she purred.
The dog whined and growled, obviously tortured by the slow lick of her tongue. The short, bristly hair of his body tickled her nose.
"Why tease him, Ginny?" Helen asked, her head ducking under the dog, her eyes staring at Ginny as she licked the dog's meat. "Why not just give him a good blow-job, like you did the first time."
"Oh, the first time you forced that on me, Helen."
"You didn't exactly act as if you hated it, though, once you got started."
"Well ... you know me. I guess I'm a born cock-sucker. And to one of those, and I'm one, a cock is a cock, no matter what kind it is..."
"Come on. Give Brute a break. You're driving him crazy."
"Don't rush me, Helen. I'm having fun this way. Everything in its own time, as you say."
"But just look at him!"
"I'm doing more than just looking! I'm licking, and kissing it," she giggled.
"Come on. Don't be a tease. You're being a cock-teaser, and that's the worse kind of girl to be."
"I've never been known as a cock-teaser, Helen! I never tease and promise and then fail to come across."
"Well, then, come across with Brute. Give him a blow-job or let him screw you," Helen said with a trace of impatience in her voice.
"What are you so anxious about? It's not your cock I'm teasing, it's his."
"Yes, but he's my dog. I don't want any cock-teasers fooling around with him."
"I told you that I'm not a cock-teaser!" Ginny said indignantly.
It was a crazy conversation. Both women had their heads under the big dog's body. The boxer just hovered over them, on ah fours, his erection completely unsheathed and quivering in anticipation. It was bizarre and perverted and depraved and unnatural.
"Well, if you're not, get on with it!"
"What's eating you?"
"You not eating him is eating me, dearie!"
Ginny didn't answer. She frowned. She didn't want to be rushed. She wanted to do things her own way no matter how bizarre that way might be. She could not understand what had gotten into Helen. Helen's behavior was confusing.
But Helen had her own reasons. She had commanded the dog to turn around over Ginny for her own reasons. And, Ginny would find out what the reasons were in a few moments.
Ginny decided to ignore Helen's confusing behavior. She put Helen out of her mind. She lay there staring hotly at the scarlet penis. All of her crazed desire focused on that splendid erection. All else blurred from her mind.
Again her tongue sneaked out and began to slowly lick. It lapped round and round the entire circumference of the boner. It wetly lapped once more of the balls. And then she ovaled her red lips and sucked one of the big, meaty balls into her mouth. She nursed on it, staining it with her lipstick. She sucked and chewed delicately on the right nut, then the left, loving the hardness and roundness of it, the weight of it, the way it filled her mouth.
Her saliva drenched the swaying balls. She supped on them hungrily, as if obsessed, and then, once again, her attention strayed back to the beloved cock.
"Eat him!" she heard her aunt urging.
She ignored her aunt, and continued the slow, slow, teasing licking of the dick. And then she yelped with shock and surprise. She felt her aunt's lips moving up the warm inner flesh of her own parted thighs as she lay there on her back under the dog.
Suddenly Ginny understood. She understood why Helen had commanded the dog to turn around.
"Dearie," her aunt crooned, her face buried high up between Ginny's milky, warm thighs, "dearie, we're going to make this a three-way orgie." She laughed.
"Three ways?" Ginny said stupidly as the dog banged his dong against her chin.
"Yeah! I'm going to eat your pussy. While I'm chewing on your pretty pussy, Brute's going to lap my cunt with his marvelous tongue. And, while all of that's going on you're going to give him a blow-job! A three-way orgy, that's what we're going to have!" her aunt laughed wildly.
Ginny felt her aunt's lips wetly covering her pubic mound, and she twitched as if an exposed nerve had been touched. She groaned and for the instant, forgot all about the dog.
Ginny heard a wet lapping sound and heard her aunt groan. Brute had begun lapping her aunt's pussy with his big, wet, rough tongue! And now her aunt's tongue was lapping over Ginny's twat the same way that the dog's tongue was lapping.
"Oh, God, Helen..." Ginny groaned.
"You're spoiling everything!"
"How? I'm eating you, ain't I?"
"But I wanted to do everything my way, in my time ... I wanted to take Brute all by myself ... in my way, in my own time..."
But she was lost now. She could not stop her aunt. She was trapped under the dog. His great prick was jabbing at her mouth now, rubbing against her moist lips. She didn't want it this way. She wanted to drive the dog wild, and then do it her way. Now the dog was attacking her. His cock was driving at her lips blindly. Helen had given the command.
Ginny lay buried under the dog's underside, his scarlet penis bumping at her cheeks and chin and lips. She whimpered. Her aunt's tongue was slithering up and down, wetly, along the length of her fevered slit. She felt her aunt's tongue licking at her clitoris, and she groaned.
As she groaned, her lips parted, and the tip of the dog's dick slithered in between her lips, stilling her groan. Ginny did not want it this way. She wanted to be in control. Now her aunt was in control; the dog was in control. Ginny had no control at all.
She was lost under the body of the dog.
Now the dog was fiercely attacking her mouth, jabbing wildly. Ginny whimpered and the dick slid in slowly between her lips; the dog drove fiercely with his hindquarters, ramming it all the way in to the hilt, the big balls, soaked with her own saliva, coming to rest against her chin.
Her aunt was now snaking her tongue slowly in and out of Ginny's cunt lips. The tongue drove in and circled and danced and sank ... snaking round and round in Ginny's vagina. Ginny began to roll her hips, forcing her cunt up at her aunt's hungering mouth.
And Ginny's ears were filled with wet noises. The loudest was the wild lapping of the great rough tongue over her aunt's cunt lips. She could imagine the thrills that that tongue was giving her aunt.
And her aunt was giving her thrills, too...
Ginny was now doubly impaled, doubly invaded. Her aunt's stiff tongue was digging wildly in her creaming slit, and the big dick was buried in her ovaled lips.
Her aunt's tongue lapped. The dog's tongue lapped. And Ginny's lips began to suck. Ginny was being tongue-fucked in the cunt, and prick-fucked in the mouth. She was getting it from the top and from the bottom.
And she could not stop it ...
Ginny was now on her skid to the bottom of the moral ladder. She was depraved and perverted, and her perversion would grow even greater in the company of her wild aunt.
Ginny was a partner in incest.
Ginny indulged in inflicting pain.
Ginny made unnatural love to a dog.
Ginny was a beautiful girl. Ginny was a young, intelligent girl. Ginny was a depraved girl, and she was now only floating on the surface of depravity. Soon, soon, she would sink to the bottom ... Unnatural desires unchecked, can only lead to the bottom Ginny was on her way to the bottom
