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Story title : Seductive Little Sister
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Seductive Little Sister (MMF-teens, bi, inc, reluc)
by Ron Taylor (pornswine@yahoo.com)
***
Schoolgirl tries sex with her older brother's best
friend, then broadens her horizons within the family
unit.
***
CHAPTER 1
Michelle Webster came out of the shower wiping her
hair. The end of the towel hung in her face. Still
rubbing, she reached for the other towel, the one she'd
laid out to dry her body with. Her hand touched it,
and she jumped in astonishment. She wasn't near enough
the towel rack, and she knew it.
"Oh, my _God_!!!" she shrieked, dropping the towel from
her head. She tried to cover herself with her hands,
but she knew she was far too late. "Get outta here!"
she snapped angrily, her face scarlet.
"I was just handing you the towel," Kyle Porter said,
leaning against the sink cabinet, the towel draped over
his arm. "Not bad, Mitch! But when did you grow up?"
Kyle was her brother's best friend. What the hell was
he even doing in the house, anyway? Jerry wasn't here,
and there had been no one to let Kyle in. This was
pretty damn close to breaking and entering, wasn't it?
Her daddy was a lawyer and she was up on legal
terminology.
Michelle grabbed the towel and wrapped it around
herself. She glowered, her face flushed with rage and
embarrassment. "If you don't get outta here this very
minute ... "
"What will you do?" Kyle asked lazily, grinning.
"C'mon, Mitch, don't shit a brick. So I just took a
peek at you without your clothes on. Hey, if some of
the guys at school could do that, you wouldn't be
sitting around all the time with no dates! You look a
lot better without the glasses. And you'd look even
better without this."
He reached for the end of the towel and gave it a yank.
It came away, and Michelle stood stark-naked, dripping
wet.
She shrieked and again tried to cover herself with her
hands. "You motherfucker!!!" she yelled.
Kyle laughed out loud. "Shit, I bet you don't even
know what motherfucker means! What are you now,
thirteen? Fourteen, huh? Looks good on you, but, you
sure got a dirty mouth for such a young girl. Come
here, I think I'm gonna wash it out with soap." He
beckoned to her with his finger, grinning.
"I'll tell Jerry on you," Michelle threatened, backing
away. But she could only go so far. Her bare ass
thumped the shower door and she realized she was
cornered. She pressed down the arm that covered her
tits, tightened the hold of her other hand on her
crotch. She felt even tinier than her five-feet
nothing, and totally defenseless.
"You gonna tell him I did this?" Kyle asked, pulling
Michelle's hand loose from over her tits. "Cute
cupcakes, baby," he added, taking them in his hands.
The girl gasped and struggled, but all it did was push
her titties into his fists. "Firm and round. Mmmm,
that's what tits oughta be, Mitch! And the nipples are
hard as little pink nailheads." His palms rotated as
they caressed her bare breasts. She squirmed some more
but Jesus, it felt so strange and -- good!
He leaned down and she knew he was going to kiss her.
She closed her eyes, anticipating, and his mouth
pressed firmly against her own. Her eyes snapped open,
and she saw that he was staring into them. His hands
got tighter on her tits, and she gasped into his mouth.
"I'm gonna tell," she repeated, straining. "I really
am."
"Sure you are," Kyle replied, grinding his crotch
against her tiny shivering body. "And I bet you're
gonna have a lot to tell about, too, Mitch." There was
something huge and hard inside his jeans, and she could
feel it throbbing, even through the denim that
separated his bare flesh from hers.
"I been watching you for a while," the boy added, still
squeezing her tits. The nipples were so hard they
hurt. Not even when she played with herself in very
private moments of satisfaction had Michelle been quite
so aggressive to her titties. "And I've been liking
what I saw, the last few months especially."
His palms pressed down upon the stiffened nipples, as
if they meant to shove them back down into the soft
titpads from which they had erected. She sucked in
her breath, and she managed to slurp his tongue into
her mouth at the same time. He moved it in and out of
her, as if he was testing her dental work lingually.
She felt woozy and excited, the same way she got when
she strummed her clit till her body erupted in a sexual
frenzy.
She strained and struggled, but her resistance was
growing weaker. No one had ever touched Michelle like
this before, except herself, and she found it
tremendously exciting. She felt even more naked than
she really was, but it was a thrilling sensation, that
made her entire body tremble and quiver with
expectation.
She put her hands on his shoulders and she urged her
mouth upward, onto his. He responded by grinding his
crotch against her, and again she could feel the
throbbing sensuality of his erect cock. Oh, she knew
what a cock was! She had just never dreamed she'd ever
be this close to one!
His hands were on her butt now, squeezing and
manipulating the cheeks in an almost possessive manner.
She squirmed, and she was breathing hard, into his
mouth. He had her pinned against the shower door, and
he made his crotch bump into her belly again and again,
prodding her with the swollen meat inside his pants.
"Go on, Mitch," he told her, taking one of her hands
and moving it down to his crotch. "Give it a feel. I
bet you've never even touched one before ... "
Okay, it was true! She'd never touched a cock. Sure,
she'd thought about it. What girl didn't? But this
was the first time she'd ever been so near to a
swollen, rigid dick. Kyle pressed her hand down,
_making_ her feel him up, and she shivered, squirmed,
but her fingers were glued to the bulge inside Kyle's
pants.
"Take it out," he invited, making her unzip him, making
her reach inside. She closed her eyes, blushing
furiously, but her fingers were inside his shorts now
and they were rippling up and down the barrel of his
erect cock.
She folded her fingers around his shaft, feeling the
energetic pulsation that moved through the length of
Kyle's meat. He felt enormous, and he seemed to get a
little bigger, and a little bigger still, each time her
hand clenched spasmodically around him.
"This is dirty," she whispered, but she was already
struggling to get his peter out of his pants and into
the open, where she could see it.
Michelle couldn't restrain a gasp at her first sight of
a stiff cock, sticking out the unzipped fly of Kyle's
pants, its swollen red knob pointing at her like an
accusing finger. Her small hand was wrapped tightly
around his prick, but she knew she was by no means in
control of this pulsating monster. She said, "Oh,
Jesus ... " and she said it reverently.
Kyle leaned her back and started kissing her again.
She'd never really been kissed before. Sure, a couple
of sloppy wet fumbles at a birthday party here and
there, but only with boys her own age who were testing
their own wings while they tested hers.
No braces, now, to scratch her lips, no slobbery drool
flowing like slime around her mouth. Kyle's hands
caressed her body while he decorated her lips and
tongue with his kisses. His cock got bigger and bigger
inside her hands, and Michelle's wet body seemed to be
giving off steam as the older boy continued to arouse
her.
He moved down, nibbling her tit points, pulling the
taut intense nipples even longer. His tongue washed
them round and round, and she moaned, shoving her boobs
into his mouth. Her hand was still full of his hard
cock. She didn't think she wanted to let go. Not now,
maybe not ever.
But she had to let go, as his body skinned downward and
his cock tugged free of her hand. She didn't mind so
much, not when Kyle knelt and started to lick her belly
button.
It made her giggle, but his lips were on a downward
spiral, and as they moved into the upper edge of her
damp triangle of pussy hair, she stopped giggling.
This was serious shit! Her brother's best friend was
about to eat Michelle's cunt!
She opened her legs willingly, reaching down to spread
her pussy lips for him. His tongue walked up and down
the crack of her gash, licking in and out between the
tingly labes. She squirmed wildly, saying, "Oh, yes,
Kyle, eat my cunt, eat it eat it eat itttt ... "
He found her hard hot clit, and he whipped it with his
frisky tongue. Jolts of throbbing arousal shot through
Michelle. Kyle's mouth closed around the erected
button, sucking it, moistening it with his spit, his
tongue wiggling provocatively against the very tip of
the clitoris while his hands cupped her slender little
ass in an absolutely possessive manner.
Then he made her turn around, and he shoved his face up
into her crack from the rear while she leaned forward,
holding onto her knees. It was even more intense from
this angle, and her cunt drooled its cream onto his
exploring lips and tongue. She could not even pretend
that she was outraged or unwilling now.
She got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face
was flushed, and she had to admit that she looked
rather pretty, with sexual excitement bubbling from
every pore of her skin. Her blonde hair was wet,
hanging in damp strings, but it gave her the look of
Venus, just risen from the sea. Or so it seemed to
Michelle.
Oh, God, she thought, wait till the girls at school
hear about this! She was being eaten by a college guy!
He'd learned his lessons well, she had to admit. His
tongue tickled a bubbly little orgasm out of Michelle's
pussy that was like nothing she'd ever given herself
with her fingers. While she was still whimpering from
the pleasure, he moved his lips upward and pressed
them against the mouth of her asshole, planting a hot
wet kiss upon Michelle's embarrassed little hiney.
"Oh, you're so dirty!!!" she giggled, but Jesus, did it
ever feel good! The phrase "Kiss my ass" had suddenly
taken on a delicious new meaning. His tongue wiggled
in and out of her puckered shitter, and she gasped and
moaned and gave a husky little whine of delight.
As he tongued her anus, his fingers were busy on her
pussy crack. She gasped again, feeling his finger
penetrate her virginal hole. He didn't go deep,
respecting the maiden tightness he felt once he'd
entered her tunnel, but just the tip of his finger
inside her cunt was enough to send Michelle into still
another orgasmic rush.
His tongue pushed deeper into her butt, while his
finger screwed in and out of Michelle's pussy mouth.
She could feel the wetness oozing from her crack,
trickling down his finger, and she knew he could feel
it too. He worked it in a little deeper, his tongue
washing the already-scrubbed pucker of her asshole.
He stood then, while she was still trembling and
shivering from the arousal to which he'd brought her.
Kyle turned Michelle around and put his hands on her
shoulders. She lifted her face to his kiss, and she
tasted her pussy fluids all over his lips.
She'd licked them from her fingers before, out of
curiosity, but they'd never made her tongue tingle the
way they did now, tasting them on Kyle's mouth. Her
lips ovaled, and so did his. Their tongues dueled back
and forth. His hands moved down her back and squeezed
the tingly buttocks, grinding her body against his.
His hands moved back to her shoulders, and she felt him
pushing her downward. His cock was still jutting from
his unzipped jeans, looking bigger than ever, and she
knew what he wanted her to do. She just wasn't sure if
she could do it. "Uh, Kyle," she murmured, "I really
don't know ... "
But by then she was on her knees, and his dick was
sticking in her face, the big red knob of it leaking a
tearlike droplet of pre-cum. She didn't know what to
do. She'd heard other girls talk about sucking cock,
but she had no idea how one went about doing it.
Kyle didn't wait for excuses. He rubbed his tool all
over her face, warming her with his prick heat. She
turned her face with a growing eagerness, letting the
hot velvety knob slide across her skin. It brushed
lightly over her lips, and she tasted his pre-cum, his
cockflesh.
Her mouth began to water, and she took his prick in her
hands, leaning in to plant a soft moist kiss squarely
upon the bulb-like knob. It seemed to throb, to
tingle, to pulsate in response to her kiss, and she
knew that she could do it -- oh, God, that she had to
do it!
"That's the way, Michelle!" Kyle gasped, pushing the
end of his dick into her open mouth. She lapped
inquisitively with her tongue as the thing moved into
her. She was gasping, too. He was so big that she
could hardly breathe with his peter in her mouth, but
once she'd started to suck on him, she found that she
was unable, unwilling, to stop sucking, even for the
chance to breathe.
Her mouth scouted lower down the shaft of his cock.
She was gagging from the depth of his thrusts, and her
throat ached, but she couldn't stop! All the girls at
school said that guys just loved having their dicks
sucked, but none of them had given Michelle the
slightest hint that sucking was as much fun for the
giver as for the receiver!
She drooled saliva down the shaft as her pleasure and
passion increased. She kept looking up at him, with
hopeful blue eyes, in search of a signal that she was
doing it right. The rapture on his face told her all
she needed to know. Michelle's little tits swelled
with pride, the nipples pounding like thunder. She
took one of his hands, put it on a tit, and he squeezed
her rhythmically as she continued to feast on his dick.
I must have a natural talent for this, Michelle
thought, still eating. The momentary discomfort she'd
felt when he first fucked her shy virgin mouth had
completely faded away. She was gobbling him now, her
lips working instinctively in counterpoint with her
tongue, taking him a little deeper with each swallow.
She gave a gasp, and her lips slid further down,
straight to the serrated teeth of his zipper. The knob
slipped into her upper throat and she made a "Gahhhh"
noise along the entire length of Kyle's dick. It
throbbed in response and she was positive he was about
to squirt his cum down her throat. Well, okay! she
thought. She was fucking ready!
She tightened her lips around his cock, sucking hard
while he moved in and out, and there! Oh, shit! A
globby burst of prick-snot splattered her tongue!
She gulped it, and kept on sucking, thirsty for more of
the sweet-salty fluid that was roiling out of Kyle's
nuts. Holding the knob in her mouth, she began to
stroke his shaft up and down, milking him of his load.
Her mouth filled, and she drank the sticky jizz down,
and she kept on slurping, not yet satisfied.
But he pushed her face back, and his prick emerged from
her mouth. It was coated in bubbly saliva, a dribble
of cum oozing from the tip. Michelle took it in hand,
stroking it provocatively. "Let me suck you some
more," she said. "I was just getting the hang of it,
Kyle! Oh, please let me suck some more!"
Kyle shook his head. "Unh-uh, baby," he told her,
pulling the petite blonde to her feet. "I've got
something for you that you're going to enjoy a whole
lot more than sucking!"
CHAPTER 2
"I don't know about this," Michelle protested as Kyle
led her into the bedroom. She was a little embarrassed
about the mess but he didn't seem to be noticing. His
eyes and his hands were all over her hot young body.
"Jesus," she heard him say, "I wish I'd known how ripe
you were, a long time ago, baby ... we coulda been
having some real fun ... "
He eased her down onto the bed, mouth making for one
perky, pointy pink nipple. She leaned back, stretching
her legs as he sucked on the tingling nip. His teeth
bit gently into the flesh of her tit, and his hand was
busy between her legs, stroking back and forth along
the equally tingly crease of Michelle's pussy.
Again a finger entered her, poking shallowly into the
hot tight wetness. She jerked with each thrust, and
her entire body rippled and undulated across the
mattress.
"Stop, Kyle," she pleaded, but as his tongue worked
magic around her straining stiff nipple, as his finger
poked playfully in and out of her cunt, as she
remembered the unparalleled excitement of his cock
gushing thick sticky cum onto her tongue, down her
gulping throat, she knew that she didn't want it to
stop!
She reached down to stroke his wrist as he continued to
play with her pussy. Her body writhed in stimulation,
her crotch pumping toward his invading finger. She
rubbed her face against the top of his head, and she
urged her trembling tits into his hungry mouth.
He came up for air, but he was still horny for the
taste of her. Kyle pressed his mouth against
Michelle's, and he straightened out his body on the
bed, her own melting into place against him.
His cock jutted from his unzipped fly, and it was as
big and as stiff as when it had splattered Michelle's
tongue with squirting sperm. Now it seemed to
gravitate into the fork of her body. She moaned as it
slipped between her legs and began to saw back and
forth along her pussy crease. More wetness oozed from
her, dampening the hard hot dick.
She learned, fast, that she could get even more tactile
pleasure by squeezing, clenching, her thighs around his
prick. That drew him in closer still, accentuating the
contact between his tool and her hot young twat, and
she shivered ecstatically, as if she'd been thrown into
a freezing wind. But there was nothing frigid about
the emotions that roiled inside Michelle Webster!
His hands crept down her back, onto the sweet swell of
her ass. He gripped the cheeks hard, pushing his cock
more insistently along her pussy crack. She closed her
eyes and relished it, still hardly able to believe this
was actually happening to her.
Kyle sipped at her mouth, his tongue lapping in and
out, and he moved the tips of his fingers back and
forth, softly but insistently, across the little flat
place just north of the beginnings of Michelle's
asscrack. It was an exquisite kind of torture. She
kept clenching her thighs around his dick, pumping
harder, and she said, "Oh, Kyle, I think you're gonna
have to fuck me ... "
"You're goddamn right I am," he agreed, easing his
prick out of its fleshy hot entrapment. He stood up
then, and while Michelle watched, her blue eyes misting
over, Kyle stripped himself.
Naked, she thought, he was stone fucking gorgeous!
He'd been a basketball star in high school, though he
was too short, at five-ten, to play college ball, but
he had the body of a champion, and Michelle's heart
almost exploded when she saw him stripped. She loved
the broad shoulders, the narrow waist, the small,
highset ass.
But what really caught her eye was the swollen
protrusion of his cock, the jiggle of his balls,
sprouting from the patch of curly dark hair at the base
of his flat smooth stomach. He came onto the bed
again, and she made an instinctive grab for that cock
of his, hungry to feel it, taste it!
She went down on him in a frenzy, without even being
asked. This time she showed him her earlier sucking
was no fluke. Michelle got on his prick like stink on
shit. She ate him into her mouth, gasping and
slobbering.
She fed on his balls, learning by pure experimentation
that he really enjoyed having them sucked,too. She
tongued the sac round and round, pushing it aside and
licking back into his asscrack, giving him a little
taste of what he'd given her. And his butthole didn't
taste all that shitty, she decided, tickling it
repeatedly with her horny tongue.
She went back up the shaft of his prick, gulping,
inhaling, his hard flesh. The knob slipped easily into
her throat. She ground her face around in his
shorthairs, kissing the root of his cock while she
suckled the length of his rod. He got enormous inside
her, his prick pulsating with fuck-lust.
"Shit, I hope Jerry doesn't come home before I get my
nuts off," Kyle sighed, pulling Michelle up and off his
dick. A gush of slobber oozed from her mouth,
connected to his bulging cock knob. She broke the
trail with her fingers and slinked a thigh across
Kyle's body. Her face was pink with excitement and she
giggled almost uncontrollably.
"I'm really good at this, aren't I?" she kept asking
him.
"Bet your ass you are," Kyle agreed. "A fucking
natural, Mitch! But now I'm gonna show you what it's
really all about ... "
She chewed the back of her hand as she watched him take
hold of his cock. It looked as big as a fencepost. He
touched her pussy lips with it, sliding the hugely
swollen knob up and down the line of her tingly crack.
She was drooling cunt juice, and the end of his bulb
pushed in and out of her gash, soaking up a little of
that moisture with each tentative, shallow poke.
She felt her tight virgin pussy mouth stretching a bit
more with each teasing pass he made. She had to gasp
once or twice, when it felt as if he was going to go
ahead and shove that thing all the way up her. "Don't
hurt me ... " she whispered. "Fuck me, but don't hurt
me ... "
"Pull your knees up," he said. "Oh, yeah. That's much
better. Now I can see all of that fat little cunt of
yours. Mmmm, honey, looks like a juicy sweet roll --
already sliced, and just waiting for the whipped
cream!"
He spread her labes, expanding the dilation of her
cuntal mouth. She squirmed, sighed, felt as if she
might pass out. But then she'd miss the good stuff!
Oh, she'd been waiting for such a long time for this to
happen, and now she was on the verge of her first fuck!
Kyle eased the end of his dong into her opened
cunthole. He was on his side, lying perpendicular to
Michelle's ass, and she pulled her knees to her tits,
exposing herself, offering herself. "Yes," she
whispered. "Oh, yes!!!"
He pushed his knob a little deeper, and her pussy
spread slowly. It hurt a little, but not as much as
she'd feared. The wetness that flowed from her cunt
began to coat the flesh of his cock bulb, and her pussy
was rapidly growing adjusted to the feel of his shallow
penetration.
He wiggled his butt, making his cock jiggle a bit
inside Michelle, and she purred and sighed. He stroked
her clit with a pussy- wet finger, frictioning the
hard, hot little button, and she just got wetter and
wetter down there.
"Don't get me pregnant," she warned him, her eyes
half-shut, her arms locked behind her knees as she held
her legs up and out of the way. Her toes were curling
and twitching. Her entire body was a-tingle. Stiff
nipples poked at the knees which pressed them down.
"You can't get pregnant the first time," Kyle assured
her, "but I'll be careful anyway." But first, goddamn
it, he had to fuck the cute little bitch! And he
couldn't do that until he'd popped her cherry. So ...
He thrust suddenly with his dick, ramming himself into
Michelle's virginal cunt in one almost savage stroke.
He felt her cherry burst as his prick rammed through
it, and he knew that the sudden flow of wet warmth
around his tool was the blood of her maidenhead. He
shoved deeper, burying his bone to the nuts in her hot
tight hole, and his body writhed against hers while he
treated her to the feel of his rod, totally engulfed in
her cunt.
Michelle screamed at the painful penetration, but the
ache lasted only an instant. She was raw inside, but
she wanted it -- oh, God, she wanted it! Her body
tensed and stiffened, and then she went loose, and her
cunt seemed to relax around Kyle's cock, and the boy
began to fuck his meat in and out of her.
He held her tits possessively as his prick enlarged the
aperture of her pussy. She draped her legs across his
body and she stroked his hands, reached down to fondle
her cunt and clit. She could feel that rod sliding in
and out of her hole, and it was fantastic! The girls
at school hadn't begun to tell the truth about fucking!
None of them had ever said it would make Michelle feel
so goddamn great as she felt this very minute, her
pussy freshly popped and totally full of driving,
lust-hardened dick!
"I wanna get on top of you," Kyle husked, and she
opened her legs. He twisted around, without taking his
cock all the way out of her hole, and he mounted her.
Her toes twitched as Kyle rose above her, and when his
prick shoved home again, filling her to the nuts with
his fuck-stick, she felt as if she'd died and gone to
heaven.
His belly pressed hers, and he rotated, moving his cock
around inside her and stimulating her clit with his own
cockhairs and pubic bone. She was full to the gills,
but she wanted more. Michelle exhaled, as if that
might make room inside her for even more cock! She
folded her legs around him, embraced him with her
hands, pulling him down upon her writhing body, and she
said, "Oh, fuck me, you bastard, fuck me fuck me fuck
me!!!!"
His mouth slammed down upon hers, and being
tongue-kissed while her pussy got reamed was a thrill
she hadn't counted on at all. Her hands were down on
his ass. She pinched his hard buttocks, cupped his
nuts from behind, urging him deeper. She wanted it
fast and hard and deep, and she was getting it!
Kyle's cock got bigger and bigger inside her. Every
inch of her pussy sheath was alive with excitement and
arousal. She squeezed her legs around his body,
noticing that it also made her cunt clench around his
cock, increasing the sensitivity of the fuck. So she
flexed her legs until her thigh muscles ached, but it
still wasn't enough. "More," she whined, "oh, give me
more ... "
He was fucking hard now, really ramming his cock home.
She shook with each thrust, but her pussy just got
deeper and more thirsty. His knob was somewhere in her
guts now, and she thought it might come pushing up her
throat in another moment or two, but she could take it.
She could cope.
The friction of his driving cock made the lining of her
cunt almost raw, but it was a stimulation more intense
than anything she'd ever given herself with her
fingers. I'll never jerk off again, Michelle promised
herself. When I get horny, I'll just find myself
another cock and do _this_ all over again! Oh, Jesus,
there was no comparison!
She looked up into Kyle's face. His eyes were closed,
and he was obviously fucking her with all that he had
to give. She could feel orgasm simmering in her blood,
and she threw herself back at him, eating his rod with
her pussy and begging for more. His belly hit her on
each stroke, and her clit was about to explode.
"Make me come," she whispered, "and I won't tell Jerry
or my dad that you broke into the house and raped me
.. "
He didn't say anything. He just fucked. Like a frozen
snake, his cock burrowed its way into Michelle's cunt,
again and again and again. She was hot enough inside
to melt anything short of the iceberg that sank the
_Titanic_ but his meat stayed rigid, pounding down her
chute thrust after thrust. Her legs were wrapped
around his waist, exposing all of her pussy to his sex
attack.
He barrelled into her, as excited by it all as Michelle
herself. The tightness that enfolded his rampant cock
was an irresistible lure, and his tool thrust again and
again into that hot wet snare, each stab bringing a
fresh whimper of pain and pleasure to the lips of the
freshly-deflowered young girl. She urged him on, with
hands, mouth, the squeeze of her legs, the flexing of
her cunt.
"I'd rather fuck you than any of my brother's other
friends," Michelle volunteered, squirming beneath Kyle
like a cockroach pinned to cardboard.
He hit spots inside her that she didn't know she had
until his cock searched them out. "Oh, shit, I'm gonna
come!" she moaned. "You're gonna make me squirt all
over that big beautiful cock of yours!"
She'd hardly spoken before she was explosive beneath
Kyle. Her cunt erupted and squeezed like a vise at his
thrusting cock. He was on a short trigger himself, and
the convulsions inside Michelle were nearly all the
extra stimulation the boy needed. He pounded her hard,
ramming with his prick, but he was fucking in
desperation now, banging his brains out. stroke after
thrust.
"Ahhhh!!!" he moaned, yanking his dick out of her pussy
a split second before he would have filled her hole
with his squirting cum. He aimed the tip of his tool
at her belly, and he sprayed her with the explosion of
his jizz.
Michelle was orgasm-blind, but she let her fingers play
through the spray of his sperm, and she jerked in fresh
delirious delight with each separate burst that
splattered her skin. She'd already taken a shower
today, but this one was soooo much more fun!
She held his cock in her hands while it finished its
job. Her fingers were sticky with Kyle's scum. She
smeared the juicy ooze into her face, licked at her
fingers, eating his sperm from them.
He broke the grip of her legs around him, and he moved
up her writhing body, his dick still semi-erect, a few
bubbles of jizz dangling from his big red knob.
Michelle closed her eyes and took him into her mouth,
cleansing him with lips and tongue. Her cherry blood,
and the tang of her own girlcum, coated the wet flesh
of Kyle's dick, and she relished the taste of herself
mixed with his flavors.
"Listen, baby," he told her, reaching for his pants, "I
think maybe I should haul ass. It would be pretty bad
if Jerry -- or even worse, your dad -- happened to come
in the front door while I had my cock inside you. You
were great, kid, and I wanna tell you for a fact that
I'm gonna fuck you again. Soon! But right now,
discretion is easily the better part of valor, so ... "
Michelle lay on the bed, watching, giggling, her
fingers sliding lazily up and down the crack of her
pussy. "You better do it _really_ soon," she warned.
"Or I may give it away to somebody else, you know?"
Her finger entered her fresh-fucked pussy, and she
frigged herself deeply, passionately.
"Oh, Jeez," she said, "I wish I'd started doing this a
lot earlier! I don't think I wanna stop ... "
CHAPTER 3
Jerry Webster had had some doubts in his previous life,
but he was now totally convinced that there was a God.
He was supposed to get together with his buddy Kyle
this afternoon, but he'd been invited, out of the blue,
to come over to Suzi Miller's house, and it had been,
like, total fucking heaven!
Suzi herself was as foxy as always, but she was going
steady with Robbie Hess and she was off limits. So who
cared? He'd hardly spared her a glance, even though
she was totally fucking edible in that pink bikini.
For once in his life, Jerry had lucked out. Suzi had a
whole bunch of friends over this afternoon, all of them
sunning and swimming in the humongous backyard pool,
and Jerry had ended up paired with -- be still my
heart! -- Renée Morgan!!!
He'd had a crush on Renée ever since grade school, at
least, though she'd always acted as if she didn't know
he was on the same planet. She was the most modestly
dressed girl at the party, wearing a one-piece swimsuit
rather than a string bikini that showed everything
except the crack of her cunt, but her one-piece would
have been illegal in at least 45 states, and when it
got wet, oh, fucking Jesus!
Jerry had been sporting a boner most of the afternoon,
so he'd spent a lot of time in the water, just watching
Renée up on the deck. And he could tell she was
looking at him, too. So when the fiesta was over,
she'd asked him for a ride home, and now here they
were, parked on the ridge, and he had his tongue in her
mouth and his hands inside the top of her swimsuit, and
he was starting to think that maybe there was something
to religion after all. _Many_ of his most earnest
prayers had finally been answered.
He eased her shoulder straps down. She didn't fight,
she just kept on kissing him, and there they were, the
Renée Morgan tits, exposed to the light of day. And
they were fully as gorgeous as he had always imagined
they were.
Her boobs were round and firm and full, capped in brown
nipples that looked like candy kisses. His mouth
watered at the very sight of them. He could hardly
believe that it was his hands stroking the rounded
curves, his fingers pulling insistently at the
already-stiffened nipples, feeling them twitch and
throb and pulsate with lively arousal. Nothing he and
Kyle could have done would have _ever_ matched what was
in his hands right now, in the back seat of his junker
Datsun.
He kissed his way down her neck, half afraid that she
was going to make him stop. But she didn't. She just
stroked his hair, urging his face downward. His mouth
filled with saliva as he got nearer to her tits, and
his cock was swollen and enormous inside his pants.
Jerry just wished to hell she would take hold of his
dick and give it a squeeze or two that would send him
to nirvana.
His lips moved onto her tits, and the nipples just
seemed to leap into his mouth. He feasted on them,
pulling them to incredible erections with his lips,
washing them clean with his tongue. He could feel her
excitement pulsing through the erected brown points,
and they got fatter and fatter as he sucked on them.
Without taking his mouth off her tit, he guided her
hand down to the rock-hard bulge in his pants and he
made her feel his arousal.
Her hand was shy but sensitive, the fingers tracing the
shape of his erect cock. There was no way in hell he
was gonna get soft now, not with René e fondling his
dick. My zipper, he told her mentally. Unzip it and
get your hand inside my pants, you teasing cunt!
C'mon, baby, get a hold of my fucking dick!!!
But she didn't make a move toward his cock, and he
decided he'd just have to wear her down the
old-fashioned way. Not that Jerry knew all that much
about wearing girls down.
Kyle, now -- he could probably get lucky in a nunnery.
Jerry had a bone-on that didn't know the meaning of the
word "quit", but he'd never really had a piece of ass
in his entire eighteen years, and he was getting really
antsy.
He eased Renée's suit down further, stripping her to
the waist. God, what a fucking body! It was
everything he'd fantasized about, since the day she'd
begun to sprout tits, back in sixth grade. And he
finally had his hands on it!
He sucked at her nipples, feeling them grow along his
tongue, feeling her body heat build against his mouth
where it touched her. His hand inserted itself into
her suit, moving down along her belly. Jesus fucking
Christ! His fingertips touched the upper edge of
Renée's pussy hairs! And she still wasn't slapping him
or telling him to knock it off!
One of her legs was between his. He pressed her,
letting feel the hardness of his cock. She didn't
flinch or pull away. She liked the tactile stimulation
of a rigid dick against her skin! Jerry humped a
little, rubbing her with his peter, hoping that she was
getting the message he wanted to send her.
He opened his eyes and looked at her face. She was
beautiful. She looked a little like Kim Cattrall, the
actress, only better. Her eyes were startlingly green,
and her lips were full and moist, parted slightly, the
tip of her tongue showing between them. He kissed her
mouth again, touching her tongue with his own.
I'm gonna do it, Jerry thought. I'm finally gonna get
laid!
Jesus! Renée thought. What the hell did I get myself
into???
Oh, sure, Jerry Webster was a hot kisser, and his hands
on her body certainly excited her tremendously, but she
was starting to get a little bored. He acted as if he
was guaranteed a piece of her cunt. Hah! The joke was
definitely on Jerry Webster!
But mmm, the feel of his hard prick along her leg was
certainly exciting. She moved her body inward, soaking
up more of that feel. He had a big one, no two ways
about it, and she was more than tempted to surrender.
But where was the fun in that? No, she thought, let's
just play him a little longer.
It wasn't that Renée didn't like sex. She loved to
diddle herself. Occasionally she even fucked. It was
hard to reach eighteen and still be a virgin, these
days. She'd even been known to wrap her lips around a
hard hot dick and suck it down to a soft little worm,
though she _never_ swallowed.
But what she loved most was the come-on, the tease, the
buildup. She loved to make a guy so hard he was
dribbling cum into his shorts -- and then to tell him
no! To see his face as he realized he wasn't going to
get the pussy he had his heart set on! It was such a
blast, and she was already anticipating that look on
Jerry Webster's face. But first, there were a few
things she wanted from him.
The car was a little cramped, but she got out of her
swimsuit. She thought Jerry would squirt his load
inside his pants at the sight of her naked body
decorating the back seat of his Datsun. Renée knew how
good she looked. She stretched out across the seat and
extended one hand toward Jerry. "Come here," she told
him in a soft throaty voice.
He was on his knees, on the floor, getting all over
her! He sucked hard at her tits, his hand busy in the
puff of dark hair that fleeced her cunt.
He used his finger on the crack, caressing the labes,
daring to slip between them and into the warm damp of
her snatch. She sighed a little, feeling his finger go
inside her, and she did a little bump and grind to meet
his tentative thrusts, encouraging them to get bolder.
"Kiss me all over," she commanded. "Worship my perfect
body with your mouth, Jerry!"
She didn't have to ask him twice. He was already
sucking anything that jiggled, and a _lot_ of Renée
Morgan jiggled, you bet your goddamn ass! She spread
her legs and lifted her knees, pulling his face down
into her crotch.
As he burrowed down into her pussy, eating and sucking
in a rather crude but exceptionally erotic fashion,
was stroking the bulge in his pants. Mmm, she thought,
he has a big one! There was already a wet spot on the
front of his jeans, where he'd squirted out a dribble
of cum that was too hot to hold back.
She teased it with her finger, rubbing excitement into
his bulging prick at the same time. He moaned into
her cunt, and his tongue got totally crazy, licking in
and out of Renée's gash.
Her clit was hard, and his tongue washed it in hot
saliva. "Suck my button," the girl suggested in a
hoarse voice, her own ecstasy beginning to show
unmistakably. Jerry was only too happy to suck her
bud. He moaned again as his lips nuzzled the hard
little pecan of pleasure, and a rush of wetness oozed
down Renée's snatch tunnel.
He shoved a finger into the juicy ring and fucked it in
and out of the girl. Her hand was all over his
throbbing dick and he was afraid he might shoot off in
his pants before he even got his tool up her pussy.
Oh, fuck! Jerry told himself. You can get hard more
than once for a hot bitch like Renée!
The way her hand fitted around the bulging shape of his
boner! He was absolutely positive, now, that there was
a God. Or else he'd won the lottery. He couldn't
believe that he was eight inches away from fucking
Renée Morgan, right here in his beatup Datsun. Sighing
with delight, Jerry shoved his face down into her furry
cunt and resumed his frenzied sucking and licking and
nibbling.
He'd never had his face in a pussy before. He was
sorry he'd missed out on it, too. She tasted hot and
funky, and each time he slithered his tongue along her
pink puffy crack, a little dribble of girljizz oozed
out and coated his tongue in tangy sweetness. He could
have licked her all day, but he had a cock that was
dying to be where his tongue was right now.
"Ohhhhh ... " he heard her gasp, and -- oh, Jesus, had
he done it? Had he made her come? He pushed his face
against her cunt, and it began to heave and buck and
fuck itself into his panting mouth. "Ohhh, Jerryyyyy
.. " she whined.
He sucked her until she went limp, and then he rose up,
reaching for his belt. Renée lay on the seat, her eyes
glazed over, and she watched him take down his pants,
watched the hugely swollen cock, its knob a vivid
aroused purple, come thrusting into the afternoon
sunlight.
"This is for you, baby," he said huskily. "Come and
get it, Renée!"
She sat up suddenly, looking at her watch. "Oh, shit,"
she said, "look at the time! It's almost five, and I
promised Mom I'd be home by three!"
"Huh?" Jerry said, his fist around his cock.
Renée was already getting into her swimsuit. Jerry
watched in horror as it covered -- sort of -- that
gorgeous body. She tucked her tits into the upper part
of the one-piece and pulled up the straps. "It was
really nice," she added, "but I have to go home now."
***
Jerry Webster's balls were blue, and his cock was so
big and hard he was almost ashamed to go into the
house. He carried a jacket on his arm, loosely draped
in front of his bulging dick, and he was hoping to shit
he didn't run into a) his sister and b) his dad, in
that order.
But Dad wasn't home yet, and he didn't see a sign of
Michelle. Christ, he had to do something about this
boner! Well, there was only one way to get rid of it.
He was getting damn tired of that one way, but what
could you do?
That cunt, Renée! Leading him on, making him get her
off, then dropping him like a used rubber! He knew
she'd planned the whole thing, too. Shit, if he'd been
any kind of a man, he'd have just dragged her out of
the car, thrown her down in the bushes, and fucked the
tits off the slut!
On the other hand, his dad was a lawyer, and he knew he
could very easily wind up in jail for doing something
like that. Maybe when he jacked his dick off, he'd
fantasize that he was raping Renée in the bushes.
Shoving his hard rod up her hole whether she wanted it
or not. Tears. Yeah. She'd be crying. He'd fuck her
wet face a while, too, and maybe he'd squirt his jizz
right onto her tearstained cheeks. Oh, yeah.
He went back through the house, his cock pulsating more
and more aggressively as he imagined fresh defilements
he could heap upon Renée. Fuck her in the asshole.
Shit, yes! And then make her suck him off! Maybe he'd
piss all over her cum-smeared face once she'd finished
siphoning out his hot wad.
Jerry grinned. At least his masturbation fantasies
were going to be hotter than ever!
Michelle's bedroom door was open, and Jerry saw her
lying on the bed. A thin sheet was draped across her
body. Lazy slut. Sleeping in the middle of the
afternoon.
He looked again, and he gulped. The sheet was awry,
and one pink-nippled tit was showing. God, he thought,
she must be naked! He stopped in the doorway, looking
in at his sister. His eyes were fixed on that perfect,
pointy tit. He felt guilty for peeping at her, but
what could you do? That tit was beautiful.
Michelle wasn't so bad, either. She'd been a little
butterball for several years, but she'd lost twenty
pounds, taken up running, and she was turning into a
neat little fox, even if she was his sister. He hadn't
seen her naked since she was a baby. Mmmm, that titty
looked sooo nice!
Jerry entered his sister's bedroom. He tiptoed to the
bed. He wasn't going to do anything; he was just
curious. He stood beside her for a long moment,
watching the slow rise and fall of her chest as she
slept. And then he reached down, taking hold of the
sheet.
Slowly he pulled it downward. Now he could see both
tits. He sucked in his breath. They weren't as big as
René e's, but they were perfect little apples, and the
pink, hard nipples made his mouth water. He considered
touching them, but he was afraid she might wake up.
God, they were so hard! Almost as hard as the pounding
cock nestled inside his pants!
He pulled the sheet down a little further. He expected
her to be wearing panties, at least, but she wasn't.
Her crotch was bare under the sheet, and he stared for
an eternity at her lightly-fuzzed, puppyfat cuntal bun.
The hairs didn't conceal the smooth pink gash that
bisected the mound, nor the inner lips that peeked out
so very slightly, like a little mouth just puckering
for a kiss.
God, what an image! Where was his mind going, anyway?
Straight into the gutter, obviously! This was his
goddamn fourteen-year-old sister, not some trashy cunt
like Renée Morgan, and here he was, glomming her like
she was some kind of peepshow model or a magazine
centerfold!
"You're some kind of shit, Webster," he told himself in
a soft voice. "She's just a kid, and a nice kid. You
shouldn't be peeping on her, you ratfuck!" But the
sight was so captivating he found it hard to turn away.
Decency struck a chord in his breast, though, and he
pulled the sheet back up. He covered the round firm
little tit that had caught his eye and started the
whole thing, and then he turned, sneaking a backward
glance or two as he left. He went into his own bedroom
and stripped down, freeing the cock that was now so big
and hard it was threatening to split his pants open.
He lay down on his own bed and took his prick in his
hand, stroking it with a firm, confident grip while he
closed his eyes and relived that fiasco with Renée
Morgan -- relived it the way it should have happened.
"Take this, cunt," he growled, thrusting his cock
inside his fist and pretending that it was Renée's
pussy. Oh, he was one hot, horny fuck, you better
believe it! And the Renée of his fantasy loved every
stab, every poke, every inch of rigid cock that he gave
her.
The bed creaked beneath him, rhythmically with the
growing intensity of his masturbation. All his
concentration was on his cock.
"What's a ratfuck?" he heard a soft voice inquire, and
he spun around, goggle-eyed at the sight of his kid
sister, standing naked in the bedroom doorway, her
innocent mouth curled into a smile that could only be
described as salacious.
CHAPTER 4
"Seriously," she said, coming closer. "What's a
ratfuck? Is that anything like a motherfucker?"
His jaw dropped. He'd never heard his kid sister talk
that way before. The words seemed so naughty coming
from her cute innocent-eyed face. And she looked so
sexy, standing there without a stitch on her body.
Everything he'd peeked at beneath her sheet was now on
frank, open display, and it looked even better than it
had before.
And here he was, lying on his side, equally naked, with
a fistful of long hard dick. He blushed, and reached
for his pillow, to cover himself, but by then Michelle
was sliding her naked little ass down onto the edge of
his bed, next to him, and she put her hand on the
pillow before he could get it into place.
"Whatcha doing, Jer?" she asked. Up close, those eyes
didn't look all that innocent. They glanced down at
his exposed cock, and Jerry began to reach some
unbelievable conclusions about his younger sister.
When she put her hand on his prick, taking it in a
firm, knowing fisthold, his jaw dropped even further.
"Do you ever have a big one!" she said admiringly,
sliding her slim little fingers up and down the length
of her brother's tool. "I bet the girls are crazy
about this thing. Mmmm, Jer?" And she giggled.
The point of a nipple brushed his arm. It was as if
he'd been touched with the tip of a live wire. His
cock throbbed inside her hand and he was half-afraid he
would squirt her palm full of his jizz. She felt the
throb, too, and she squeezed at her brother's dick.
Jerry closed his eyes and growled like a surprised dog.
"It's way too big to fuck rats with," Michelle added,
pressing her lips against his cheek. "But I bet it
would fuck a girl just right! How come you're wasting
it on your fist, big brother? Can't you find a girl
that wants to go down on this big sweet cock?"
"You better watch yourself, kid," he said gruffly. "I
think you're getting into water too deep for swimming."
Michelle giggled again. Her mouth moved along his
cheek, and onto his lips. His eyes opened big when she
kissed him. It wasn't like a sister at all. And it
wasn't anything that you could call innocent, either.
Her tongue tickled his lips, urging them to open, and
then she wiggled it into his mouth, her eyes open and
staring boldly into her brother's. She slinked a naked
leg across his lap and she kept her hand busy on his
cock, too, stroking it in a rhythm that grew more and
more aggressive, more erotic.
Jerry closed his eyes, panting a little as her hand got
more active. He tried to imagine Morgan doing this to
him, but when he opened his eyes, it was still his kid
sister whose hand was doing a hell of a job on his
cock. Impulsively, he leaned toward Michelle and
kissed her wetly on the mouth.
Just as impulsively, his hands found their way to her
firm round little tits. The nips were hot as embers
against his palm. He squeezed, and the nipples got
harder, hotter. "Mmmm," he heard his sister purr. Her
lips slid wetly from his and he watched in real shock
as she dropped on him.
He could tell as soon as her mouth touched his dick
that she'd done this before, but she was so eager and
excited that Jerry was sure she hadn't done it very
many times. Her mouth stretched widely and his dick
thrust inside.
She gulped on him, her lips ballooning outward as they
sucked their way down his shaft. Her orality seemed
bottomless. He had a long cock, and half of it was
already inside her mouth while she struggled to gobble
down the rest of his hard fuckpole. "Oh, shit, Sis!"
Jerry moaned, grabbing her head with both hands and
attempting to ravish her hungry mouth with his aroused
boner.
She had a wet, sloppy, slobbery way of eating dick that
was everything Jerry Webster had ever imagined a
blowjob should be. She made a lot of noise as she
sucked, too -- humming, purring, moaning, giggling
around her tumescent mouthful. The vibrations rippled
up and down the shaft of his rod. His nuts were
humming in unison, and her saliva ran down his tool,
clotting in the hairs at the base.
Her face moved up and down. He couldn't believe it,
but she was actually swallowing his entire goddamn
fucking peter! His knob pulsated inside her throat and
she worked her head from side to side, yanking and
pulling on his supercharged cock. He pumped, but she
was in control, and he let Michelle have her way with
him.
Jesus, when had she learned to do this? Who the hell
had taught her? He could hardly believe that his
little sister was so experienced, but the proof of that
was slobbering all over his dick.
He got his hand between her legs, found the
slightly-fuzzed plump of her pussy bun. The flesh was
warm and moist beneath the light coating of hair, and
he traced the line of her crack with his middle finger.
Was she pissing on his hand or was she just excited?
Christ, was she ever wet!
"Mmmm," Michelle trilled as Jerry slipped his finger
inside her. She hadn't planned on anything like this,
but when she'd seen him come sneaking into her bedroom,
she'd gotten curious. She lay there, silent,
pretending to sleep, wondering what he would do next.
And when she saw him stroking his bulging basket while
he stared at her naked body, she knew what was going to
happen next. If she wanted it to happen. And now, her
mouth full of Jerry's cock, she knew that she did want
it to happen, just like this.
She fed greedily on his prick. It was bigger than
Kyle's, for damn sure, and a real challenge to suck,
but she was more than willing to accept the challenge,
and she feasted on her brother's rod. She also made a
mental note to ask him, much _much_ later, exactly what
he'd been doing this afternoon to get his dick so hard
and horny. Maybe she owed someone a thank-you note???
His finger worked in and out of her hot tight little
cunt. She was super- snug inside, and still a little
bit sore -- Jesus, it hadn't been two hours since Kyle
had busted her cherry, right? -- but Jerry's finger was
wildly exciting, and hardly a dozen strokes later she
was milking him with her pussy muscles and feeling the
building pressure of an orgasm deep inside her ovaries.
She raised her head, concentrating all her oral
technique on his swollen knob. She licked it, kissed
it, licked it again. Her tingly tongue raced around
the edges of his bulbous glans, and the cock quivered
in delighted response. Cum was already seeping out of
his piss slit, and she lapped it with her tongue,
tasting her brother's thick milky fluid fresh from the
fountain.
It was saltier than Kyle's jizz, she noticed, and
considerably more viscous. She squeezed the rod,
urging another bubble or two out of him, and she sucked
it up with gusto. But she knew he had a lot more
inside his balls, and she went down on them, kissing,
licking, sucking. Her finger moved back into his
asscrack and she tickled him just like she'd tickled
Kyle.
He seemed to enjoy it just as much. His cock breached
like a whale inside her clutching fist, lunging hard
and high, and she glanced up, half afraid he was going
to squirt his load already. No, baby, she thought, I
have plans for that dick and they require you to be
stiff stiff stiff!!!
She was riding his finger now, pulling it in and out of
her clutching cunt. He wiggled his wrist, adding new
dimensions of sensuality to his attack, and she made
her pussy muscles ripple deliriously down the length of
his thrusting digit. He was all the way in her, his
knuckles grinding against the splayed puff of her
snatch labes, and she was oozing wetness like piss into
the hollow of his hand.
He cupped her hot young cunt, squeezing it hard while
she fed her face up and down the length of his cock.
Jerry couldn't believe this was happening but Christ,
did it ever make up for that fiasco with Renée! And,
relishing the tight wet heat of Michelle's cunt
gripping his exploring finger, he wished to hell he
were decent enough to feel just a _little_ bit of guilt
about it all!
He pulled her atop him, and she squealed gleefully as
he replaced his finger with his tongue. Jerry licked
in and out of his sister's spread-eagled cunt, mouthing
her hot hard clit while she face-fucked herself with
his rigid prick. She was oozing tangy cuntjuice, and
Jerry slurped it like a gourmet. Hey, this bitch might
be his kid sister, but she tasted like one sweet ripe
fuck!
Michelle slid off him, releasing his dick. She turned
and Jerry almost shot his wad on the spot. Slobber and
drool ran down her chin, as fluid as if he'd already
squirted her mouth full of his jizz. Her eyes sparkled
and her face was flushed with desire. She squeezed her
tits together, the nips pointing at him like two little
pink gunbarrels.
"Fuck me or I'll shoot," she giggled.
"Are you sure?" he asked, still a little nervous about
putting the meat to his kid sister.
"Mmmm," she purred, rubbing her wet mouth on his, "I've
already had the course, big brother, and I got an A+.
Now I wanna go for extra credit!"
She didn't give him any time to answer. Michelle
straddled Jerry and eased her dripping cunt down onto
his crotch. She squeezed her thighs against his body
and rocked back and forth, massaging his dick with her
wet-furred snatch. He reached for her tits, and as he
got them in hand, she leaned forward to kiss him again.
She didn't kiss like a sister any more, Jerry decided.
He kinda liked that.
While she was sucking his tongue and feeding him her
own, the girl reached down below and guided his cock up
into her ready young cunt. She moaned a little at the
size of him, entering her tight hole, but it only hurt
for a second and then she was full of her brother's
prick. The glove of her pussy snugged in around
Jerry's engorged tool and she slid up and down, back
and forth, moving impulsively, instinctively,
inspirationally.
He was not too surprised to find that she was
cherry-popped. He'd guessed as much when he was able
to put his fingers up her with no trouble. But it was
still a shock, feeling his prick slide all the way up
his sister's tight wet hole.
"Who have you been fucking?" he wanted to know. "Who
taught you all this shit?"
Michelle giggled. "I'll tell you after you come," she
promised. She was about to blow her cookies all over
Jerry's rod, and from the way he was pumping and
pounding and puffing, she suspected he might be almost
to boiling point himself.
She rode him ecstatically, ramming her womb stroke
after stroke with the bloated knob of his cock. She
liked being on top, but her pussy was almost too
shallow to hold his prick comfortably from this angle.
It hurt when he fucked hard and deep, but oh, God, it
hurt so fucking goooood!!!
"Dirty, dirty," she whispered. "I wasn't asleep. I
saw you peeking at me, and touching your dick while you
looked. And I could tell just what you were thinking.
Aren't you glad I decided to let you have it?"
"Oh, shit, sis," he gasped, "am I ever!!!"
She jumped off him and went onto her side, leg tossing
over his thigh. She pressed in close, and Jerry
grabbed his dick, shoving it back into her from this
new position. It bit deep and hard, and Michelle
moaned, her head tossing, her eyes shut tightly.
"God, I love to fuck!" she wailed soulfully, rubbing
her pointy-nippled tits against his smooth firm chest.
His own nipples were hard, too, and she teased them
with her own, making her teats stiffer still.
The bed quivered beneath them, but neither of the
Webster siblings noticed. They were lost in their own
private world and their lives would never be the same
again. All fucking right! Michelle thought. It was
time for a change!
"Oh, sis, this is so wild," Jerry panted. He had his
hands on her ass, and he was twisting her body
frantically as he shoved her full and fuller of his
long hard cock. Michelle loved it from this angle.
But she was pretty sure she'd love it standing on her
head, if it came to that.
"Lemme do it to you from the back," he suggested.
"Dog-style."
Why not? Michelle thought. She owed it to herself to
cover all the bases, right? His cock emerged from her
pussy. She bent down to kiss the wet shaft, and she
tasted her sweet hot juices all over her brother's
length. They tasted fantastically good. She wondered
if all pussies were as tangy and yummy as her own
seemed to be.
Jerry turned her around, and she wiggled her butt right
up to him while he lay on his side, his dick sticking
out all red and ready. He pushed the knob up between
her legs, rubbing her cuntal gash with his arousal,
spreading the taut tense labes wide and wider. She was
already so hot she couldn't stand it, but fevers began
to burn inside Michelle, arousing her even more.
He tickled her butthole for a moment, and she giggled,
remembering how Kyle had licked her back there. "No
way," she told Jerry. "You're not putting that thing
up my ass!"
At least, she thought, not right now. Later -- who
knew?
He boned his cock into Michelle's cunt, and she
screamed in delight. She hoped to God none of the
neighbors could hear her, that nobody was calling the
cops to report a murder or anything like that. He
rammed her again, his groin banging hard against her
jiggly-cheeked ass, and she squealed once more.
Jerry grabbed two fistfuls of hard apple-round tit, and
he massaged them forcefully while he pronged his sister
with his lust-bloated prick. She turned her face so
she could kiss him over her shoulder, and she decided
that she liked dog- style a whole lot.
His cock kept slamming up her hole, and he rotated his
body when he was fully buried, so that his prick
stirred round and round inside her boiling pussy pouch.
He kept on squeezing her tits, and that alone was
almost enough to send Michelle shrieking over the edge
into orgasm. She was dripping with sweat, and her
pussy was a river of bubbly juices.
Her hand went down to her clit, and the brushing caress
was like a flash of lightning. She frigged her button
again, while Jerry's prick continued to ram her hole,
and it happened.
"Ooohhhhhh, yessssssssss!!!" she moaned. "I'm
commmming!!!"
He didn't let up a stroke, though his cock had to be on
the verge of explosion. The repeated thrusting of his
rod sent Michelle squirming up the ladder. Her orgasm
repeated itself, intensified. Her fingers stroked her
clit, the driving shaft of the cock that stabbed again
and again up her hole. She couldn't stop coming.
Jerry was there too, now. His guts were turning upside
down, and his head alternately burned and froze. He
was seeing double, but he fucked like a man possessed,
his balls swollen and aching, ready to release their
hot load.
"Don't do it inside me," Michelle groaned, but it was
far too late to pull out. Jerry gasped and let his
jizz shower fly, straight up the tight sucking sheath
of his sister's orgasmic snatch.
They came apart slowly, his cock sliding out of her
hole, its retreat followed by a dribbling stream of cum
that oozed down her tunnel. She lay on her back,
panting, holding her pussy labes open and watching her
brother's sperm trickle from her crack. Scooping some
up with her finger, she fed it into her mouth.
"So who fucked you?" Jerry asked again. "Some dweeb at
school?"
"Not exactly," Michelle said, blushing. "Oh, shit, is
that the phone?" She hurried outside, into the hall.
Jerry lay on the bed, stroking his cock. Despite the
humongous load he'd squirted into his sister, his meat
seemed reluctant to go soft. The knob ached like a son
of a bitch, and his balls had shrunk to the size of
peanuts, but his dick was rock hard, and the more he
thought about what he had done to Michelle, the harder
it seemed to get.
She appeared in the doorway, wiping her pussy with a
towel. "That was Dad," she told Jerry. "He's going to
be late tonight. He has to examine some briefs at the
office, and he didn't want us to wait dinner on him."
She dropped the towel and came into the room, walking
slightly bow-legged. "So," she added, planting her
round little ass on the edge of the bed, "what would
you like to eat for dinner, big brother?"
"What I'd like to know is who the hell have you been
fucking, little sister," Jerry said, moving his hand
into her crotch and cupping the plump bulge of her
pussy. She squirmed, pushing herself against him. Her
hot little labes parted, and his fingers brushed the
slick salmon-pink flesh of her pussy trench, the pecan-
sized bud of her tingling clitoris.
"You make me come again, and maybe I'll tell you," she
teased. "Maybe. If you tell me what you were up to
this afternoon, of course, and why you came home with a
dick as big as Larry Holmes' biceps. We'll just share
all our secrets, right, big brother?"
CHAPTER 5
Glen Webster leaned back in his chair. "Yes, honey,"
he told his daughter Michelle, "I'm going to be a
little late this evening, so you and Jerry go ahead and
have dinner without me. Oh, nothing in particular.
There are some briefs I have to go through before I can
knock off for the day. Mmm-hmm. You know how it is.
Love you, honey." He put down the telephone.
The briefs he was intending to examine were draped
across his face. They were filmy black lace, and they
belonged to his secretary, Becky Newman, who was at
that moment on her knees behind the desk, easing Glen's
stiff cock in and out of her warm wet mouth.
He rubbed Becky's panties over his face, relishing the
fragrant, cunty smell that clung to them. His nostrils
twitched, remembering the way she tasted -- even better
than she smelled, if you had to make comparisons -- and
he leaned further back, arching his dick up into her
mouth.
Becky looked up, eyes glistening through her glasses.
Dressed for Success, she didn't look at all like what
she was -- the hottest piece of pussy in at least two
states. With the glasses, the bunned hair, the prim
business suit, she looked like any other thirty-two
year-old legal secretary. But then she moved her
tongue around the knob of Glen's stiff prick, and he
closed his eyes in gratification.
She could suck like nobody's business. She was also a
damn good legal secretary, but it was her blowjob
technique that had gotten her hired in the first place.
He'd handled her divorce, a year and a half ago, and
he'd taken some of the fee in trade, then offered her a
fulltime job. Best move he'd ever made.
He touched her hair. It looked mousy and stiff, but it
felt soft as plush velvet to the touch. He unpinned
it, letting the long tresses fall around her face. He
was a sucker for long, silky hair, like any other guy
who'd come of age during the 60s, and Becky's hair was
the silkiest imaginable. Touching it was a tactile
pleasure almost as great as feeling her tongue on his
cock.
She looked up, her face beaming. She was rather plain,
at first glance, but she really blossomed when she was
involved in sex, and there was a satisfaction almost
incredible in shoving prick into that face of hers.
Glen thrust again, stuffing his cock inside her, and
she made a gurgling sound along the length of his his
engorged shaft. It sent ripples of fresh arousal
through his rod. What would he do without these
afternoon blowjobs from his hard- sucking secretary?
He pulled her up, and he kissed her, his hands going
inside her jacket to fondle the curves of her tits.
They were full and round, very soft and very sensual.
Her nipples erected, pushing out the cups of her bra,
and he could feel the hardening as his palms rubbed
back and forth over her curvy boobs. He began to undo
her buttons, anxious to get his fingers and his mouth
upon the bare, smooth flesh of her titties.
She stood up. "You shouldn't lie to your children,"
she told him. "You ought to tell them that you're
staying late so you can fuck me."
Glen sighed. The only problem with Becky was that she
was dead-set on making him her second husband.
Sometimes she was a little pushy about it. Well, shit,
he could do a lot worse. But his wife had only been
dead for two years, and he wasn't sure how the kids
would react to a stepmother. Anyway, when you were
already getting the milk for free, there was no need to
buy the cow, was there?
Becky began to peel, the way he liked. She took off
her jacket, then her blouse. Her bra was black and
lacy. His favorite. The big round nipples of her tits
showed through the semi-sheer fabric. He reached for
her, but she danced away from him, unhooking her skirt
and letting it slide down her long legs. At five-ten,
she was nearly as tall as Glen himself. And she was
mostly legs. He liked that. Fuck, he liked almost
everything about Becky Newman!
She had no panties under the skirt. He was already
holding them, sniffing at the pussy scent that clung to
them. Her snatch was hairy, and she took it in both
hands, pulling back the hairs to expose her pink gash.
Instinctively, Glen reached out, but she pirouetted out
of his range, still holding her cunt open.
"Come here," he ordered. "I'm the boss in this office,
and I want to fuck you." Becky just laughed, like a
silver bell, and Glen stood up, his cock jutting nine
or ten inches from his crotch.
He caught her halfway across the room, and he spun her
around, bending her halfway over. His mouth covered
Becky's, and he stuck his tongue inside while his hands
explored her body.
She was soft in all the places a woman should be soft,
firm everywhere else. Glen buried his face between her
40-Ds and blew into her skin. She giggled like a
schoolgirl. He moved his mouth to the side and got a
faceful of tit, sucking the nipple into his lips and
pulling until it went totally hard.
His hand was between her legs, fondling the fluffy
expanse of her cunt. The inner labes protruded
dramatically, and his fingertip moved between them, up
into Becky's wet hole. She made her typical moaning
sound as he fingered himself into her pussy, and the
inner walls snugged tight around his finger, pulling
him deeper still.
He fingerfucked Becky passionately, sliding himself in
and out of her ever-wetter snatch. He kissed her face,
her tits, her armpits. She tasted good, no matter
where his mouth landed. She was an almost
unanswerable argument for fucking your secretary, he
decided. And fucking was obviously what both of them
had in mind. He could tell that by the throbbing
pulsation of his cock, by the urgent palpitation of her
pussy around his inserted finger.
She was already undressing him. He wasn't wearing his
jacket, and his tie was loosened, so she had a head
start. She yanked the tie loose, threw it across the
room, then undid his shirt buttons, sticking her hands
inside and stroking his broad hairy chest. His nipples
were points of erection and she teased them with her
fingers.
"I love to play with your tits," she said.
"They're pecs, not tits," he said. "I've told you that
a thousand times."
Becky leaned down and let her tongue caress a
pec-point. "It gets hard like a nipple," she smirked.
Her hands were already down to his belt. She unbuckled
it, pulling the pants down his long hairy legs. He
stepped out of them. By that time she was bent over
and sucking on his dick again. Glen stood there an
eternal moment, sighing as he fucked his tool in and
out of her fantastic mouth.
She straightened up, posing like a centerfold in her
garter belt and black stockings. They looked great
against her creamy, plush-textured skin. Her tits
heaved with her breathing, and the nipples were big
brown gumdrops. Glen pulled her to him and he laid her
across the top of his desk. Goddamn, he thought, I'm
going to have to put a bed in here ...
He went down on her furry cunt, spreading the big labes
wide and exposing the salmon-pink goodies within. She
had long, fuck-me pussy lips. He pulled them with his
lips -- pulled her pussy hairs, too, until she moaned
and wrapped a leg around his head. Her clit was hard
and pearly, and his tongue went straight to it, teasing
around the base of the organ in hot knowing slurps
before it mounted the little pink pinnacle and started
to lick it crazy.
He screwed a finger into her snatch and fucked her
while he sucked on her clitoris. She loved it. She
loved everything. When his finger was really sloppy-
wet from her cunt, he pushed it down lower, to the tiny
bud of her asshole. The insertion was a little tight,
but he got into her, and the yelping whimper she made
as he pronged her shithole was highly gratifying. He'd
have something else to shove up her asshole, a little
bit later. She liked more than a finger up her hiney.
"Fuck me, Glen," she said throatily, reaching for him
with both hands. She sat up, and he rose with her.
Becky took hold of his dick, stroking it up and down.
"You really oughta make an honest woman of me," she
added. "This desktop is hard on my back."
"Speaking of hard-on," he grinned, and his cock bit
into her wet, willing cunt. Her eyes rolled over at
the fierce possessive thrust of his penetration, and
she made a gasping sound. She put her hands around his
neck and started to fuck him.
She was tighter than most thirty-two year old women, or
maybe she just felt tight around Glen's cock, which was
considerably bigger than the average garden variety
American prick. Her sucking had fattened him to the
max, and he had almost ten inches of length to cram up
her cunt. He crammed it.
Her snatch made sloppy sucking sounds around his dick
as he worked in and out. She got a little looser with
each thrust, but she never got looser than snug, and
Glen liked that a hell of a lot.
He really should be working on his argument for
tomorrow's trial, but hell, what was the use? It was a
PD case, and his client was guilty. He'd tried to talk
the asshole into copping a plea, but the guy refused.
The best Glen could hope for was three years instead of
five-to-ten. And it probably wouldn't hurt society a
whole lot if his client went up for five-to-ten.
Anyway, he was having a lot more fun with his tool
shoved up Becky Newman's hot wet pussy.
He picked Becky up, her legs and arms folded around his
body, and he stood by the desk, showing off a little.
He held her on his body as if she was a squirrel
clutching a tree, and he fucked her standing. He was
in good shape, and he liked to prove it. But his
calves began to ache, and he turned around, resting his
own ass on the edge of the desk. Becky kept on riding
his hard cock, bouncing her cunt up and down his length
in thirsty, pussy-starved gulps.
He fed on her tits while he fucked her. She smothered
him with her big 40-D hooters. He'd always had a
weakness for big soft tits. He bit gently into their
rounded curves, sucked and licked at the throbbing hard
nipples, feeling them pulsate and lengthen along his
lapping tongue.
She pumped pussy at him, grinding her crotch against
his body to stimulate her clit. Wetness oozed down his
shaft, matting his hair to Becky's. Her cunt got
hotter and tighter, pulsating around him, the
fantastically well-developed muscles sucking thirstily
on his prick. Jesus, she was one great fuck!
"Ohhhhhh ... " she moaned, her eyes going white. Her
snatch went into overtime around his tool, and all he
had to do was give her a constant pressure, a steady
thrust. She heated in his arms as she climaxed, and
her twat got wetter than ever, swamping his rod in her
juicy overflow.
"Now something for me, baby," he told her, easing her
down off his still- rigid dick. Her eyes were glassy,
and she swayed where she stood, but she knew what Glen
wanted, and, to tell the truth, she wanted it too.
She braced her hands on the desk top and wiggled that
hot round ass at him. Glen dropped to his knees behind
her, shoving his face up into her crack. He spread the
big meaty buttocks, exposing her shitter, and he
started to lick it all around, poking his tongue in and
out of the dilated opening at irregular intervals. She
squealed and squirmed and trembled with anticipation.
"Oh, Glen, honey, you give the wildest rimjobs ... "
She didn't do so bad at it herself, but it was his turn
to give and Becky Newman's turn to get, right now.
Glen pulled her buttocks wider, spearing his tongue
into her hole. His saliva glistened on her anal
opening; her pussy cream was still wet and slimy along
the length of his prick. It was time, man!
He stood up, rubbing his cock against her butt.
"Mmm-hmm," she purred, "you know where I want it now,
baby ... "
He put the wet knob of his big hard dick into her anal
hollow and he shoved. He'd already had a finger or two
up her ass, but they were midgets compared to the tool
he was about to shove into Becky.
There was a sensation of incredible resistance meeting
his cock, but it was only an illusion. She grunted,
straining to take him, and he grunted too, straining to
take her. His cock snout parted her tight assring and
then he thrust himself inside Becky, filling her
shitter in one fierce, furious stab.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!!" she shrieked, beating her fists on the
desk top. Her body was stiff and tense, but Glen was
fully buried within her asshole and he was gonna fuck
her to the finish line!
He'd done very little asshole-fucking before he started
this thing with Becky. In his younger days, girls
didn't go much for it. His late wife Margaret had
never cared for getting poked up the shithole, though
she let him do it once in a while. Becky Newman
_loved_ to be buttfucked -- almost as much as she loved
taking it in the mouth or the snatch.
He stroked her sweaty buttocks as he worked his tool
around and around inside her, and he could feel the
excitement bubbling through the pores of her skin. His
nuts ached, and he knew she wasn't the only one excited
at having his fat cock-log stuffed up Becky's tailpipe.
She was loose enough to fuck now, and he started to
fuck her, doing it hard and without subtlety. The
ramming repetition of his dick shook her whole body,
and she was moaning like a bitch in heat. Glen reached
underneath and cupped her pussy while he banged her
asshole.
Her clit was still hard. He wetted his fingers in the
sticky goo that oozed from her snatch, smearing the
liquid honey onto her love button. The little peanut
wriggled beneath his fingers. He pinched it
delicately, and she squealed and whined again, her ass
swaying from side to side while it ate up the fierce
thrust of his lust-bloated cock.
"Oh, my ass," she moaned, "you fuck it soooo good, Glen
honey ... "
She climaxed again, and he leaned down to kiss her over
a shoulder. Her tongue fucked his mouth like his cock
had fucked hers, and he kept his dick busy in her
shitter at the same time, while his fingers continued
to manipulate her throbbing clitoris. A finger
penetrated her pussy, stabbing into the convulsing
tunnel, and he shoved his prick again and again up her
butt.
Becky collapsed onto the desk top. She was moaning and
sobbing, in the grip of the grandma of all orgasms.
"Oh, you bastard," she wept, "you're fucking my asshole
and making me commmmmme ... "
Glen laughed and stabbed her again, shoving his cock up
her butt to the max. His nuts were jammed into her
crack. If he'd had a shoe-horn, he'd have tried to get
them up her asshole along with the rest of his cock. A
_crowbar_, maybe. His balls were bloated with jizz,
big enough to play tennis with, and he was dying to
squirt. "It's time, Becky," he said, easing his dick
out of her ass.
She knew what he wanted, and she smiled with the
orgasmic tears running down her cheeks. There was
something _so_ gratifying about fucking a woman who was
in tears from joy. He kissed one salty cheek and
guided Becky down to the floor. She knelt before him,
taking his prick in both hands and looking up at him
with an expression uncomfortably like worship in her
eyes.
She started on his balls, kissing, licking, sucking.
Glen winced. His nuts were so bloated they ached at
the slightest touch of her tongue, but Jesus, it was a
nice kind of ache! "Don't fuck around, baby," he told
her. "Get serious. I know you know how."
She did. Her mouth went round and she fed the huge
knob of his assfucking prick inside. She sucked, not
caring a shit that he was fresh from her asshole. She
sucked hard, mouthing his cock in a frenzy, her tongue
whipping round and round the swollen bulbous glans. He
shoved a little deeper.
She gagged but she kept on sucking. Depth wasn't her
talent. Passion was. She'd never had more than four
inches of his prick in her mouth, but she ate the hell
out of everything her mouth could hold.
Glen fucked her beaming face, slicking his wet hard rod
in and out. Becky gulped and moaned and slurped,
bathing him in a river of drool, velveting his meat
with her lapping tongue. She hummed and whimpered
around his prick, and the vibrations sent Glen nearer
and nearer to the edge.
"Now," he told her hoarsely. "Oh, fuck, baby, you're
gonna get it now!!!"
She yanked her head backwards, just the point of his
cock lying atop her fluttering tongue. She held the
root in her hands, and she gave him one quick jerk.
It was enough. His cum splattered her tongue,
squirting out of Glen Webster in a never-ending jizz
river. It flowed across her tongue and she drank it
down like a glutton, milking every last drop out of his
dick and then sucking him some more, as if she hoped he
might find one more load to give her.
He looked down at her, with trickles of his sticky
white cock-milk dribbling down her chin while she
licked her lips greedily, and he thought, you know,
marrying Becky might not be _that_ bad an idea. And
then he thought, oh, fuck, Webster, don't make your
life any more complicated than it is!
"Thanks, baby," he told her. "Remind me to give you a
raise sometime."
Becky leaned back, cupping her big sweet tits. The
nipples were still pebble-hard, and she leaned down
toward one of them. From her mouth she let drip a
slimy gob of Glen's sperm, falling onto the brown cap
of a stiff nip. She looked up at him, winked, and then
licked the stuff off her tit.
"Oh," she said, glancing up at his twitching cock, "I
think I'm giving _you_ a raise right now, aren't I,
boss?"
She stood up, turning to the side so that her tits
looked even more impressive. "Why don't we close up
shop for the day and adjourn to my place, Glen? I'd
like to do it on a bed at least once today ... "
What the hell? he thought. The kids knew he was going
to be late, and there was plenty of time for another
fuck with delicious, big-jugged Becky Newman. And she
usually got a little nasty the second time around. His
eyes brightened, and his prick gave a telltale twitch.
CHAPTER 6
Renée Morgan wasn't entirely sure why she'd said yes.
For one thing, she hadn't expected Jerry Webster to
ever want to see her or be with her again, after the
delicious teasing she'd given him yesterday. But who
could figure guys? Some of them came back again and
again, confident she'd bend over and spread 'em, _this_
time, for sure.
And anyway, it was too nice a summer day to stay at
home. A picnic in the country sounded like just the
ticket, yeah.
Not that much was likely to happen. It was a foursome.
Jerry's friend Kyle, who wasn't nearly as big a hunk as
he seemed to think he was, had come along, and
surprise, surprise, Kyle's date was Jerry's kid sister
Michelle. Odd to be dragging an eighth-grader along on
an outing for the big kids, and odder still that a
college freshman like Kyle would even be fooling with
anyone that young.
Renée hadn't paid much attention to the Webster girl,
who used to be a pint-sized lardo, and she was a bit
surprised to see that Michelle had dropped a lot of
weight and was looking like a potential cute little
number. Big blue eyes, perky round tits, lots of leg
for her size. She could be competition someday.
But the day promised to be strictly G-rated, unless
maybe Renée was able to lure Jerry off into the bushes
and tease his nuts blue again. Yeah, she thought, I
might give that a try ...
***
Michelle had been a little unsure about telling her
brother just who had busted her cherry and introduced
her to the big world of cock. She'd fucked him two
more times and then confessed. Maybe he was just worn
out, but he hadn't been all that pissed off, which left
Michelle pretty relieved. She had suggested inviting
Kyle over for a threesome, but that wasn't a good idea,
with Dad liable to come home any time.
And then Jerry told his sister what had happened to him
that afternoon, and why he'd come in with such a boner.
Michelle could hardly believe that Renée had busted her
brother's balls. "The cunt!" she said. "We oughta get
her for that!" And everything else had flowed as
naturally as the Osage River.
***
Renée lay back on the blanket, sipping at her beer.
Kyle and Michelle were dancing in the grass. Michelle
had some good moves. Jerry was lying beside nibbling
at a sandwich. What really pissed off Renée was that
he had paid her almost no attention at all. She wasn't
used to being ignored.
"Jerry," she cooed, sliding over to him and rubbing her
tits against his shoulder. She wasn't wearing a bra,
and her nips were hard and pointy, the way they nearly
always were. He couldn't miss the feel of them on his
skin. "You wanna dance with me?"
"Nah," he said. She laid her head on his shoulder and
she put her hand on his chest. Her lips began to work
on his ear -- tentatively, then more aggressively. Her
hand inched its way down his chest. She wasn't going
to do anything as gross as grabbing his dick while his
little sister was dancing, not five feet away, but she
intended to remind Jerry Webster that Renée Morgan,
100% girl and the object of many of his deepest
desires, was lying beside him and inclined to a bit of
friskiness.
The song on the radio was a slow one now, and René e
glanced up to see that Kyle had taken little Michelle
into his arms. He was close-dancing with her, and it
was obvious the kid was no beginner, the way her body
arched and moved into Kyle's. Renée wondered if
Jerry's kid sister had ever been fucked. Renée
certainly had, by the time she was Michelle's age.
Now Kyle was kissing her, his hands low down her body,
cupping the small but uplifted cheeks of Michelle's
ass. Her legs were twining around his, and they were
dancing in place, just swaying to the rhythm. Jerry
watched placidly, hardly paying attention. Renée felt
as if she were watching Patrick Swayze and Jennifer
Grey in _Dirty Dancing_, again, and she felt that same
warmth in her crotch that she'd felt every time she saw
the movie.
"Let's go for a walk or something," she whispered into
Jerry's ear, punctuating the suggestion with a firm,
insistent nibble. Her hand was just above his belt
buckle and she worked it in slow, lazy circles, the
fingertips dancing delicately on the front of his
t-shirt.
She looked up again, and she almost shit her pants.
Kyle was pulling up on Michelle Webster's top, up and
over her head! The small gamin-like girl stood there
bare-titted, still swaying with the music from the
radio. Kyle eased back, and the outline of his hard
cock was obvious inside his jeans. Michelle grabbed at
it, and Kyle humped himself into her groping hand.
Renée looked at Jerry, who was as placid-faced as ever.
He didn't seem to mind that his kid sister was getting
rather personal with his best friend, in front of him.
shrugged. Who could figure?
Now Kyle was taking Michelle's shorts off. She wasn't
wearing any panties. Kyle thrust his hand between her
legs, his finger sawing back and forth through her
little puff of pussy hair. She squeezed her thighs
together around his hand, trapping it there, and she
was using both hands on the bulge in his pants. It got
bigger and bigger. Oh, shit, Renée thought. I think
he's gonna fuck her in front of me and Jerry!
"Let's give them a little privacy, huh, Jer?" she
suggested, her fingers scratching at his belly. He
didn't answer.
Michelle was unzipping Kyle's pants and yanking his
cock out. He had a big one, Renée noticed immediately,
though it wasn't as big as the one Jerry had sprouted
yesterday when she teased his balls purple. Michelle's
hand slinked around the big guy's dick, stroking it up
and down. They seemed caught up in themselves, as if
they had completely forgotten that Renée and Jerry were
watching.
"Mmm, it's so hard," Michelle purred, dropping to her
knees. She began to lick Kyle's cock, slipping the
knob in and out of her lips between long, sweeping
tongue-glides up and down the jutting shaft.
Renée's hand had slid lower. It was resting on the
front of Jerry's pants now, and she could feel his tool
inside. He started to grow beneath her fingers, his
meat enlarging, pulsating as it erected. She patted
his bulging bologna and she kept kissing his ear, his
neck, his cheek, while her hard-nippled tits continued
to press insistently against his arm.
Renée Morgan was getting hot. She'd never actually
watched anyone having sex in front of her before. (She
didn't count her dad's porno tapes, which weren't,
like, real people anyway.) You know, she told herself,
it's _just_ possible I might break down and give ol'
Jerry a piece this afternoon.
She rubbed up against him, even more insistently, and
she squeezed her thighs together in a delicious warm
pressure on her pussy. She could feel the wetness
beginning to ooze from her crack, into the fur of her
cunt, and it was a nice feeling.
Under her probing hand, his cock was growing -- fast.
She wondered if she ought to unzip it, take him out.
But goddamn him, he wasn't paying her one fucking bit
of attention!
Kyle worked Michelle's tits while the small, cute teen
blew his cock in horny, hungry gulps. Michelle was
pretty good, conceded -- maybe better than Renée
herself when it came to sucking a cock. She ate as if
she really enjoyed it, as if she was getting a deep
personal pleasure from that prick sliding in and out of
her lips. Her tongue was busy, and her hollowed-in
cheeks showed the intensity of her cocksucking.
Michelle's nipples were pebble-hard, and Kyle's fingers
rolled them round and round. She swayed on her knees,
deepthroating his cock in a style that took Renée's
breath away.
The kid was about as big as a tadpole but when she took
a deep breath, she inhaled the entire length -- eight
inches, easy -- of Kyle's dick, and her lips worried
round and round at the very base of the thrusting cock.
Renée gulped, imagining her own mouth and throat
crammed full of big hard dick, and she was glad she was
lying down, because she felt pretty goddamn
lightheaded.
Hardly aware she'd done it, Renée became aware that
she'd stuck her hand down the front of Jerry's pants.
She had a fistful of his totally erect cock and she was
squeezing it rhythmically, feeling it pulsate in
aroused response. She took her hand out, then undid
his belt buckle, pulled down the front of his jeans,
his shorts. His rod thrust free, and she took hold of
it again, masturbating him with a growing interest, a
building involvement.
When she looked at Kyle and Michelle again, they had
changed position completely. Now Michelle was lying on
her back, her knees up, and Kyle was on his belly, face
down in her teenaged pussy. She pressed her thighs in
against his head, trapping him in her cuntal heat, and
she yanked on his ears while he sucked her snatch.
"Mmmmm, eat me, baby," she giggled, her voice almost
baby-soft.
Renée watched in near shock. Her fist was full of
Jerry's throbbing cock, but he was not paying her the
slightest attention. Yesterday he'd acted as if he'd
be happy to eat a yard of her shit just to see the hole
it came out of, and today he didn't seem to notice that
she was gripping possessively at his bulging hard-on.
And, God, what a hard-on! His dick had gotten enormous
inside her fist. She could feel the rapid pulsation up
and down his shaft, but his face was stoic and
impassive, as if he wasn't aware that he had anything
below his chin.
Kyle's face lifted from Michelle Webster's pussy. He
picked a hair off his tongue and he slid upward,
between her spread legs. Right there, in front of God
and everybody, he mounted the girl and slipped her
eight inches of stiff prick. Michelle moaned as his
tool sank home into her cunt and she wrapped her legs
around him, her hands sliding up and down his back
while she writhed and whimpered and fucked her little
heart out beneath Kyle.
He fucked her hard, driving his cock deep into the
girl's eager young pussy. Renée watched his ass quiver
as he rammed his tool home, and she heard herself
moaning in unison with Michelle. Hardly aware of what
she was doing, she put her other hand -- the one that
wasn't full of Jerry Webster's peter -- down between
her legs, stroking the crotch of her shorts and the
equally hot cunt that lurked just inside.
Her hand jerked harder at Jerry's cock. She squeezed
it firmly, feeling the rapid pulsation of lust in his
meat. She could almost smell the funky aroma of sex,
permeating the air around her. Her mouth covered
Jerry's. He remained blasé. His lips parted, to
accept the thrust of her tongue, and he sucked it
languidly when it came into his mouth, but that was
all.
"Oh, baby," she whispered into his mouth, "I think I'm
getting kind of horny ... "
"So am I," Jerry told her, and he wiggled out from
beneath . He stood up, and she looked up at his
thrusting cock, where it jutted proud and hard from his
undone fly.
Yes, she thought, I'm gonna suck that thing! She
reached for it, where he stood beside her, but he
stepped to the right, and then he was gone, out of
reach, and she watched in total shock as he marched
over to where Kyle was fucking his kid sister in the
grass.
"Oh, baby!" Michelle giggled, looking up at her
brother. "You got something for me too?" And she
reached up, taking his hard dick in her hand.
Renée's jaw dropped to the ground. Holy fucking shit!
she told herself, not believing what she saw.
Her pussy full of Kyle's ramming peter, Michelle yanked
downward on her brother's prick, bringing it to within
reach of her lips. Jerry squatted, and Michelle began
to suck the bulging tip of his cock.
"Hey," Renée said in a thin high-pitched voice, "what
about me?"
Jerry looked over his shoulder. "What about you,
cunt?" he said. "When I want a fucking tease, I'll
look you up. Right now, I want some action."
He thrust his cock down into his sister's mouth. That
was the most shocking part of all, to Renée. This girl
was Jerry's goddamn sister, for Chrissake! And he was
fucking her in the mouth, shoving his tool down her
throat while she giggled and moaned and sucked up
everything he had!
CHAPTER 7
Michelle Webster could hardly keep from laughing out
loud. For years she'd envied Renée's sexiness and
allure, and now here she was, getting fucked by two
guys while Renée sat watching with a slack jaw. She
sucked hard on her brother's cock, relishing the hot
meaty taste of his meat, while Kyle's dick rammed
repeatedly into Michelle's pussy.
She was sopping wet inside, and each stroke only made
her that much wetter. Even if she hadn't been showing
off in front of Renée, she'd have been in seventh
heaven, taking prick at both ends of her body
simultaneously. And to think that she'd been cherry as
a pie until just yesterday ...
There was no disguising the sensations that ran through
Renée Morgan. Under her loose top, her nipples were
hard and hot. There was a tingling in her crotch and
she couldn't keep her hands away. She stroked herself,
masturbating her pussy through her shorts and feeling
the warmth flood through her whole body.
Okay, she was sexually aroused. Her fingers pressed
against her crotch, and her pussy throbbed in response.
She watched as Jerry Webster fed his tool into his
sister's thirsty mouth, she watched as Kyle pronged his
own dick home, stab after stab, into Michelle's cunt.
Renée rose onto her knees. She pulled her top up and
over, baring her big round tits in one fluid motion.
"Hey, guys," she said, cupping her boobs and jiggling
them in offertory. They didn't even look at her!
Michelle was on her hands and knees now, shoving her
tail in the direction of Kyle's onrushing cock. She
gave a deep, soulful groan each time the prick filled
her pussy, but the tonality of the sound was a little
muffled by the thickness of her brother's cock filling
her thirsty mouth. Jerry sat on the grass, stroking
his sister's head as she ate him. Christ, Renée
thought, they look like a fucking circus act or
something!
But it was an incredible sight, and the older girl
shivered despite the summer warmth. She was still
holding her tits, and almost without realizing it, she
began to work the nipples, making them harder, bigger.
Her thighs were squeezed together, and she rocked where
she sat, a constant grinding pressure exerting itself
against her snatch. The crotch of her shorts was
showing a damp stain, though she couldn't see it and
wasn't aware.
But Jerry Webster could see it, and he nodded in
satisfaction. "I want some pussy too, Mitch," he told
his sister, lifting her face from his dick. She
disencunted Kyle's cock and backed down onto her
brother's lap, her thighs spread, her pussy pulled open
for the upthrust entry of his stiff hard tool.
Renée jerked a little in shock, seeing Michelle
actually _fuck_ her brother. She was licking her lips
though she didn't know it, and her eyes were focused on
the spot where Jerry's rigid rod split through the
tight pink ring of Michelle's cuntal mouth, burrowing
into his sister's juicy hole.
Michelle bounced up and down, riding Jerry hard. She
moaned a lot, and there was no question she was having
a fucking good time. Her eyes were closed, and she
swayed back and forth, her pussy eating every inch of
Jerry's cock.
She came down on him fiercely, possessively, swallowing
his tool to the nuts and grinding down upon his balls.
Jerry's hands were all over her slim firm body. He
squeezed her tits until the nipples stood up an inch
long, and he moved his fingers down to play her clit
while they fucked.
Kyle stood up, with his own prick standing out long
enough to hang a flag from. He stroked himself,
looking down at Michelle and Jerry, fucking in the
grass, and then he looked at Renée.
"Like what you're seeing, baby?" He winked, and the
dark-haired girl averted her eyes in embarrassment.
She had both hands inside her shorts now, and she was
eagerly massaging her own pussy, imagining that she was
the one riding Jerry Webster's cock.
Kyle fed his tool to Michelle, who sucked it hungrily.
She dug her fingers into his asscheeks. Kyle began to
thrust hard, in and out of her wet, widelipped mouth.
She got a finger into his asscrack and tickled his
shitter. He yelped and the point of his prick slipped
out of Michelle, slapping salaciously at her face.
Her mouth went down the shaft to nip his balls. Kyle
went up onto tiptoes as Michelle's finger pronged
straight up his asshole, and when she got his prick
inside her mouth again, he fucked her face like a man
possessed.
Renée stood up, the unbuttoned shorts sliding down her
legs. She stepped out of them and hurried over to
where Jerry, Kyle, and Michelle were fucking. "Can I
play too?" she asked.
"I thought you just liked to tease," Jerry panted,
ramming his sister's cunt with his tool.
"Sometimes," Renée confessed, "but sometimes I put out,
too. And I think this is one of those times ... "
Michelle felt ten feet tall. She'd devised the whole
plan, and it was working just the way she'd hoped.
"Put out for this," she told Renée, aiming Kyle's prick
at the other girl's face.
Renée dropped, her mouth open in a redlipped oval, and
Kyle rammed straight into it. Michelle gave him a
fingerjab up the ass, and he got a little aggressive
with Renée.
He held her face in his hands, and he did a James
Brown, swinging it all and fucking for blood. She
gagged as he filled her mouth with his rod, but she
didn't stop sucking his cock, not even when she was
choking. Kyle held her by the ears and fed her all she
could take, and then some.
Michelle climaxed suddenly, going nova atop her
brother's cock. Jerry held her tight and kept on
fucking. She could feel the bloated lust of his prick
and she knew he wanted to squirt her full of his hot
thick cum, but she knew how much he wanted to get his
dick up Renée Morgan, too, and she slid off him. His
tool gave a thrust or two into the air.
"Get her," she told him. "Get Renée! That's what you
want, right, stud?"
Renée was still blowing Kyle when Jerry patted her
cheek with his cock. Her eyes got big as she stared
down the length of Jerry's shaft. Her lips were still
pursed around the knobby point of Kyle's tool, but the
big purple eye of Jerry's cock head, dripping bubbles
of watery cum, stared back at her, and she reached up,
taking his meat in hand.
"Suck it," Michelle whispered, coming around to Renée's
side. "Suck my brother's big fat dick! It tastes
_really_ good, and I bet he'd love to shoot a thick
load on that tongue of yours!"
Michelle moved behind Renée, her hands on the other
girl's waist. She guided, pushed a little. Renée had
released Kyle's tool now, and she was holding Jerry's
in both hands. She stared intensely at the engorged,
blood-red glans, ran her thumbs across his bulging
cum-vein. She said "Oh, Jesus ... "
She stroked it up and down, making a little more of the
precum ooze from his piss slit. Her face moved
forward, tongue extending. She let the precum drip
onto her tongue, and then she started to lick Jerry.
She washed him with her tongue, tasting Michelle's
pussy juice though she didn't know what it was. She
only registered that his dick tasted _delicious_!
"I wish I'd done this yesterday," she confessed between
slurps at his rod.
"You're not the only one," Jerry panted.
Michelle's fingers were delicately, tentatively
exploring the texture of Renée's skin. She'd never
touched another girl's body, and she found the
sensation rather exciting. Heat radiated through
Renée's pores, warming Michelle's hands. The younger
girl slid one hand downward, into Renée's patch of
pussyhair, while the other came up to stroke the
underside of a big smooth soft tit.
Michelle pushed her face forward, over Renée's
shoulder. She pressed her lips against the other
girl's skin, tasting the sweat, the excitement. Her
fingers rolled a hardened nipple, traced the dripping
line of a simmering pussycrack. She felt the swollen
pecan of Renée's clit, and she frigged it
instinctively, the way she'd have strummed her own. In
Michelle's embrace and still sucking Jerry's dick,
Renée vibrated responsively.
Kyle was still fisting his cock but it was clear that
he was eager to get back into the game. As Michelle
continued to caress and arouse Renée, Kyle stooped,
bringing his prick within reach of the younger girl's
lips.
She kissed the knob, tasting the cummy flavor of his
sperm. His cock and balls were bloated with the stuff,
and the surplus was leaking from his piss slit.
Michelle sipped it from him and then she took him
inside her mouth for some real sucking while her hands
remained busy on Renée.
The two girls sucked in unison, their mouths full of
aroused teenage boy cock. Their eyes met, and both of
them giggled around their hot lunches, and without a
word, they drew heads back and switched pricks for a
moment.
Renée's eyes sparkled lasciviously. She smacked Kyle's
tool, then released it. Michelle let go of her
brother's rod and she stared into Renée's eyes for an
instant. And then the two girls pressed their mouths
together, wet lip smeared upon wet lip, each tasting
the other's tongue and cock-breath.
They forgot all about cocks in that moment. Renée lay
back, and Michelle dominated her mouth, while her hands
explored the plush contours of the older girl's prone
body. She crooked her finger, stuffed it up Renée's
twat. Inside, Renée's was slick and wet and hot, pussy
tightness that engulfed Michelle's finger, fucked it in
and out of herself.
Michelle eased down, making for Renée's tits. She took
a nipple in her lips and pulled it, tasting sweat and
heat, the doughy softness of the tit like a pillow
against her face.
She glanced up, and Jerry was squatted over Renée's
face, feeding her his dick again. Renée's tongue
slurped up and down the shaft as it moved in and out of
her round, willing mouth.
Kyle put his hands on Michelle's butt. She was on her
knees, face down on Renée's body, her ass sticking up.
The target was too inviting for Kyle to ignore. He
pressed the clublike bulb of his prick against
Michelle's gash and shoved home, filling the young teen
in one hot hard thrust.
Michelle gasped at the sweet satisfaction of his
thrust. "Oh, fuck me," she moaned. "Fucking fuuuuck
me!!!"
She was pounding Renée's pussy with her middle finger,
stabbing in and out, rubbing the underside of her hand
on the other girl's clit, and her lips were busy on the
big spongy tits. Every thrust Kyle gave her with his
cock she relayed to Renée with her finger.
The taste of hot horny girlflesh was unbelievably
exciting to Michelle, almost as exciting as the cocks
the two boys had brought to the afternoon's games, and
it was one thing she hadn't planned on at all! Coming
on to Renée had been totally spontaneous on Michelle's
part. But it was too late to stop now, even if she'd
wanted to. Mmmm, she didn't want to stop!
Jerry said "Oh, fucking shit!!!" in a hoarse, pinched
voice, and Michelle looked up instinctively. Her blue
eyes got enormous. Jerry was just dumping his load!
He had his dick in his hand and he was milking the
shaft rapidly, while splatters of thick white jizz
squirted from him, down onto Renée's face.
The dark-haired girl bathed in the spray of sperm,
lapping at the globs that splashed her, rubbing the
stuff into her skin like cold cream. Her tongue
fluttered, and she reached eagerly for Jerry's tool,
pulling it down and into her mouth. Her cheeks
hollowed and she siphoned the rest of his cum from his
prick.
"God, I never swallow!" she said, realizing what she
had done. By that time, Michelle had climbed upwards
and was licking Jerry's scum from Renée's lips and
cheeks and nose.
"You do now," she laughed, and their mouths met in a
cum-sharing kiss.
Kyle was still pounding hard, his cock stuffed to the
balls in Michelle's cunt. She was tight but she was
willing. His prick reamed her pussy and she wiggled
her ass to beg for more.
He came out of her suddenly, and then his cock came
shoving into the middle of the kiss that Renée and
Michelle were sharing. Cum was already squirting from
his rod. The girls separated their mouths and let him
come between them, and the sticky, salty fluid gushed
onto their tongues, their lips. They shared it all.
"What are you guys doing to me, anyway?" Renée asked,
giggling nervously. "I mean, I'm no Mother Teresa, but
I'm not usually as slutty as this. Oooh, God, it was
so much fun, though!"
Jerry looked at his watch. "Is your mom expecting you
home by three today, Renée?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I'm not on the time clock, baby."
"Well," he said, putting his hand on one of the tits
that had driven him fuck-crazy yesterday, "why don't we
find out if you can get a little sluttier?"
"Jesus," Renée purred, stroking the hand that caressed
her tit, "I think you must be a mind-reader or
something, Webster!"
CHAPTER 8
Michelle leaned back, in Kyle's arms, watching her
brother and Renée getting personal with each other. To
be honest, she felt just a little bit jealous, though
she knew that was silly.
After all, Jerry didn't get his nuts in a wringer when
Michelle got nasty with Kyle, did he? Still, as she
watched Jerry's cock hardening up again, inside Renée's
hand, along the gliding lustful strokes of her tongue,
she couldn't help thinking, I oughta be the one doing
that ...
But by that time, Kyle was fondling Michelle's pussy,
and the lips opened for his fingers like an orchid
blooming under the tropic sun, and his fingertip moved
into her sticky, smooth-fleshed cunt crease.
He soaked his finger in her snatch, then rubbed the
wetness onto her clit. Mmmm, that felt good! A
soothing sense of contentment rippled through Michelle.
She opened her legs. "You could do it faster with your
tongue," she suggested in a naughty voice.
Kyle moved around and went down on the girl. It was
clear he liked eating her pussy, and just as clear that
she liked being eaten. He peeled back the puffy labes
and exposed the salmon-pink richness within, his tongue
sliding in and out of her. She arched her back, urging
her cunt up to meet his face, and he met her more than
halfway, his face burrowing into the steamy tangle of
damp pussy fur and tingling girl flesh.
He licked up and down the interior of her thighs,
hitting spots Michelle had never realized were so
ticklish and responsive. She giggled, running her
fingers through his hair. He slid halfway around,
bringing his cock within reach of her hand.
The big load he'd fired into Renée's and Michelle's
mouths, not fifteen minutes ago, had seemingly shrunk
his peter to a permanent limpness, but Michelle could
feel the gristle within his noodle, and the more she
stroked him, the more gristly he became. She glanced
around, to his crotch. Five inches and rising.
Over by the tree, on the blanket amid the remnants of
the picnic lunch, Jerry was finally fucking Renée
Morgan, getting what she'd tricked him out of
yesterday. Michelle sighed, watching her brother's ass
rise and fall, his cock making squishy sounds as it
thrust again and again into Renée's dripping cunt.
Beneath him, Renée was moaning and whining. She had
her knees up high, lifting her snatch toward his
oncoming cock, and he plunged deep and hard. He fucked
her slowly, getting her rather tight cunt accustomed to
the big meat of his cock. "You're a fucking Goliath,"
Renée kept gasping. "Oh, Jesus, Jer, I wish to hell I
had fucked you crazy yesterday!"
Jerry didn't say anything. He just fucked her. All
those years of lusting after this ripe bitch had
finally paid off, and it was everything he had ever
dreamed it could be.
Renée was clearly getting orgasmic. "Fuck me hard,
now," she told Jerry. "Ram me full of that fucking
dick, big stuff! Make me come all over your cock!"
Kyle, meanwhile, had his tongue about eight inches up
Michelle's pussy, or so it felt to the overexcited teen
girl. She fisted his cock more eagerly, her heart
pounding in rhythm with the pulsation that throbbed
inside Kyle's tool. She was going to squirt in his
face, and she hoped to fuck he would repay the
compliment, but she was growing itchy and antsy for the
bite of his prick, ramming into her aroused cunt just
one more time.
Jerry was bulldozing Renée now, stabbing home and
rolling his belly against her uplifted cunt. Her clit
was afire, and her pussy walls rippled around him. Her
eyes were shut, and she was moaning like a bitch, just
beginning to orgasm.
"Yesssssss ... " The cry rumbled from her throat, an
octave deeper than her normal voice, as if it were
coming from the very pit of her ovaries.
Jerry fucked his cock straight into her orgasm, working
off all the frustration she'd caused him yesterday. It
was no time now for smooth gentle screwing. He rammed
her like a Sherman tank, hitting the bottom of her
cuntal sheath with each thrust. Renée almost buckled
beneath him, but she kept on coming her guts out, and
then Jerry went stiff atop her, his cock shoved
completely up her snatch, and he began to squirt his
seed into her boiling lust.
Just watching, from ten feet away, Michelle Webster
found herself sharing vicariously in the emotions that
were sweeping through her brother and the big- titted
Renée. Well, not exactly vicarious! She was fisting
Kyle's dick and impaling her own cunt on his questing
tongue.
"Fuck me right now," she told Kyle, yanking on his
hair. "Fuck me right goddamn now!!!"
Jerry's cock was just coming out of Renée's snatch, his
ocean of jizz leaking from her crack, as Kyle mounted
Michelle. She turned around at the last moment,
offering him her pussy from the rear, and he barreled
into the tight little hole, his hands working her
thighs while he banged her with his cock. He used her
legs as if she were a wheelbarrow, and he made plenty
of forward progress with his prick, burying it in
Michelle time after time.
She fucked him just as exuberantly, knowing that her
brother and his date were watching, hoping that they
were as excited by the watching as she had been when
they were screwing each other blind. She was glad they
were pretty far out in the country, on a side road of a
side road, with no one around to hear her scream,
because she fucking felt like screaming her guts out!
"How do you like your little fuck party, Michelle???"
Kyle panted. "Is it working out like you planned,
baby?"
"Is it ever," the girl groaned, writhing as his tool
pinned and repinned her. The knob burrowed into her
womb, rooting around like a hog digging truffles, and
she exploded. Her orgasm sucked him up her snatch,
half spat him out, then gobbled his cock home again.
All Kyle had to do was hang on and stay hard. Her cunt
would do all the rest, by God!
He hung on, and he stayed hard, and she milked him with
her churning pussy. Her muscles siphoned the jizz out
of Kyle's prick, brought it squirting and gushing into
her cavern. Fire in the hole!!!
"Yeah," Michelle said, "I think it's working out okay
.. "
***
The guys went off to take a leak. Why they were so shy
about pissing in front of their dates, neither Renée
nor Michelle could figure out. The two girls stretched
out on the blanket, talking a little, but mostly just
looking at each other in a curious way.
"I never fooled around with another girl," Michelle
said. "But there was just something about you,"
Michelle went on. "I wondered if your skin felt as
soft and smooth as it looked."
She put her fingertip on Renée's thigh, just above the
knee. She was looking up into the tangle of
jizz-smeared pussyfur, at the deep red gash that showed
amid the hairs. Jerry's cum was just beginning to dry
in a starchy crust on Renée's cunt.
"Does it?" Renée asked, touching Michelle's wrist.
"Does it feel that soft and smooth?"
Michelle nodded, rising to her knees. She looked
deeply into Renée's dark eyes and her face moved
closer. She knew she was going to kiss the other girl
again, and that they were probably going to do
something more than just kissing.
Their mouths met. Renée seemed a little shy at the
first touch, but her lips parted, and Michelle tasted
the tip of her friend's tongue. She opened her own
mouth and expanded the horizons quickly.
Renée cupped Michelle's small round tits, grinding down
upon the pebble- hard nipples until they seemed to burn
against her palms. Michelle's hands were also itchy
for tit, and she had about twice as much of Renée's to
grab hold of. She wrapped both hands around one of the
older girl's big hooters and worked it till the flesh
quivered, the nipple rose to a fattened lustful gumdrop
of erection.
She was about to go down on Renée's tits, but the older
girl said, "No, baby, it's my turn to do you ... "
Michelle leaned back, lifting her chest to Renée's
mouth, and she sighed as the older girl began to lick
and kiss her tingling nipples. They'd been kissed a
lot in the last couple of days, but there was something
extra sexy and special about the way Renée did it.
Maybe it was the lipstick smears she left around the
tiny pink buds. Whatever it was, Michelle loved the
fuck out of it.
Renée moved her mouth downward, onto Michelle's tummy.
She rimmed the navel in a very sly and knowing fashion,
smirking up at Michelle when the little blonde made
ooohhheee noises.
Her hand caressed the younger girl's still-aroused
pussy. A finger delicately traced the almost virginal
shyness of Michelle's crack, parting the lips at last
and easing into the slick smooth trench.
It teased the tight tiny mouth, slipping in and out
like the dart of a hummingbird. God, Renée thought,
could a cunt as tight as this one have actually fucked
Kyle's and Jerry's oversized dicks? But she'd seen
Michelle with a pussyful of peter, and that was no
optical illusion, even though the girl felt totally
cherry to her wondering finger.
Renée had never eaten a pussy before. She'd fooled
around a little, when she was rather younger and just
beginning to fledge sexually, but she'd never been
particularly interested in other girls. It was a lot
more fun to tease guys.
Well, she was starting to think her tease days might be
almost over, and she found herself extremely interested
in the pussy of this incredible young girl. Her lips
eased downward, into the upper edge of Michelle's pussy
bush. She could smell the funky scent of aroused,
excited cunt, and her mouth began to water.
She stared at the pussy, eye to eye. She'd never seen
one, not even her own, at such a revealing angle.
Christ, it was gorgeous! No wonder guys were so
anxious to get into them! It looked fucking edible!
Renée knew a lot about pussy licking. Guys who didn't
lick hers never got a second chance. She knew what
felt good to her, and she would bet her left tit that
Michelle Webster would like exactly the same things.
She extended her tongue and licked up and down the
crack, in a slow, sensuous glide, while her fingers
peeled back the upper end of the gash and exposed the
hard little clit.
She squeezed at the clitoral base with the edges of her
thumbs, teasing it, tickling it like a pimple. It grew
just like a pimple emerging from its pore, the pearly
pink tip rising, rising, its flesh glistening as if it
were already wet. In a moment, her tongue made sure
that it was wet.
Renée sucked at the burgeoning clitoris, leaving
lipstick rings all over the pink pearl. Michelle
whimpered like a whipped dog, squeezing her little tits
and pinching almost savagely at the hardened nipples.
That made her feel good, too!
"Suck my pussy," she moaned, "oh suck my goddamn
pussy!"
Renée did more than suck. She fingerfucked the hole,
wedging two fingers into the unbelievably tight cunt
and slicking them in and out. The more she sucked on
Michelle's clit, the wetter the cunt became, but it
stayed deliciously tight and it quivered with an
equally delicious sexual response. Renée's own pussy
was getting plenty damn wet, and she thought she could
match Michelle, quiver for tingle.
"Will you fucking look at that?" Kyle told Jerry,
stopping short as they came out of the woods. "I don't
believe this! Look at them!"
Jerry didn't say anything. It was weird, watching his
sister being eaten by his date. Weird, even if he had
blasted both their pretty faces with his cum, rammed
both their hot twats full of his ramrod dick. Speaking
of ramrod -- he looked down and saw that his tool was
beginning to harden all over again. He smiled. A
glance told him that Kyle was reacting to the sight as
well.
"Let's just watch a second," he suggested. "See how
nasty they get. And then maybe we'll get nasty, too."
***
Michelle bubbled into a frothy come, all over her new
best friend's face. She squeezed Renée's head between
her thighs, pulling the dark-haired girl into full
mouth/pussy contact, and she squealed and whined and
creamed. As the heat began to ebb, she pulled Renée's
upward, kissing her juices off the other girl's mouth,
and she said, "Now I'm going to do it to you!!!"
***
Kyle and Jerry watched from the trees as the two girls
moved into the 69 position. "Jesus," Kyle said, "I
never thought I'd live to see anything like that in
real life! I thought it was something they only did in
fuck movies! C'mon, pal, I need a closer look at this!"
The guys squatted beside the two girls, eyeing their
every move. Michelle became aware that they had
company, but she was too far gone to feel embarrassed.
Renée was atop her, grinding cunt into Michelle's face,
and Michelle's tongue lapped through the fur and into
the snatch, tickling the hole into feeding her sweet
hot creamy goodness.
Renée was eating Michelle again, and the younger girl
was certain she would have another orgasm before this
kinky encounter ended. Mmmm, she could hardly wait!
The older girl fucked Michelle with her tongue, and
with her fingers, and Michelle paid her back, stroke
for stroke and lick for lick. They seemed to respond
to all the same stimuli, which made the process a lot
more fun.
Jerry stroked his date's asscheeks while she fucked his
sister's face. He slid his finger downward, onto the
crack of her cunt, poking it into Renée alongside
Michelle's lapping tongue. He went deep into his girl,
screwing his finger around and around, then stuck the
finger into Michelle's mouth so she could suck it
clean.
He eyed the curves of Renée's ass, the spread of her
crotch as she straddled Michelle's head. The tiny
pucker of her asshole caught his attention. He soaked
his finger in her cunt again, and he rubbed the juices
onto her anus. Leaning down, he licked her there,
tickling salaciously.
"You dirty bugger!" Renée squealed. "What are you
doing?"
Jerry licked her again. He felt her quivery response,
and it encouraged him. There was one other thing he'd
thought about doing to Renée Morgan, and with his
tongue lapping her shithole, hell, he was already
halfway there!
Some of the sandwich makings were still on the blanket.
Jerry picked up the container of margarine they'd
brought along. The summer heat had half-melted the
contents. Perfect. He upturned the plastic dish and
poured the liquified margarine onto his erect peter.
Yeah, he was erect. Was he ever erect!
He scooped out a little more of the more solid
margarine and rubbed it onto Renée's asshole. "Hey,"
she said, "I think I know what you've got in mind, and
there's no fucking wayyyyyy ... "
His finger poked into her shithole, as she went
board-stiff and her ass lifted high into the air. She
screeched at the unexpected intrusion, but it was too
late to do anything about it. She tried to fart him
out. It didn't work. His finger pushed deeper,
smearing butter into the lining of her tailpipe.
From beneath, Michelle lay panting, looking upward as
her brother diddled Renée's asshole. She lifted her
head and tongued her friend's clit. "Oh, come on," she
encouraged. "How bad could it be? It's just a hole,
isn't it?"
And then it was Michelle's turn to squeal. Fingers
were on her pussy, her asscheeks, and she recognized
Kyle's touch. He spread her buttocks and she felt the
slimy ooze of margarine being applied to her own
shitter! "Hey, wait," she squeaked, "I didn't mean I
was going to do it too ... "
"It's just a hole," Renée said, her voice a little
tight -- but not half as tight, Michelle would have
bet, as the way her asshole felt, speared by Jerry's
finger. He was still probing in and out, but he wasn't
meeting as much resistance, and suddenly his finger
popped out of Renée's shitter.
The hole was still slightly dilated, from the reaming
he'd given it. Before it could snap entirely shut
again, Jerry had his cock pressed against the girl's
anus. He straddled Michelle's upper face, and he
pushed, working his cock into the other girl's butt.
Renée screamed, but she was fucked, and there wasn't
much she could do now but grit her teeth and enjoy it!
Michelle yelped when Kyle's finger entered her, but
she'd already done a little bit of asshole play with
him yesterday, and it wasn't as much a shock to her as
it had been to Renée. She grunted as Kyle popped her
assring, but she didn't scream and she didn't cry. She
willed herself to relax. This would be an educational
new experience.
"Oh, shit, shit, shit," Renée panted, but Jerry's tool
was moving pretty easily inside her tight ass. From
below, Michelle thought she could smell the butter
coating as it began to sizzle from the heat of the
fuck.
The cock pronged deeply, getting a little more depth
with each fresh stroke. His balls swayed before
Michelle's face. She cupped them in her hand,
squeezing to give him a bit of inspiration. Down
below, someone's finger -- she thought it was Renée's
-- was poking her pussy, while her hips were being
supported on Kyle's thighs and his finger was
continuing to prep her asshole.
And now it was Michelle's turn to feel the first-time
insertion of a thick hard cock in her tight virgin ass.
She groaned, feeling every centimeter of the big knob
that poked into her hole, but she told herself to enjoy
it, and the pain, such as it was, faded as abruptly as
it had shot through her butt.
The cock pushed into her butt, while that loving finger
continued to stir the simmering stewpot of her pussy.
Except for the almost excruciating tightness of the
fit, the sexual arousal flowing through Michelle had a
very soothing effect. God, she thought, I could really
learn to love this shit!
Renée was moaning now, sobbing a little as Jerry's
fucking became harder and deeper, but it was the sound
of ecstasy, rather than pain, and Michelle cupped her
friend's pussy, squeezing it while Jerry banged butt,
and she could feel the tremors and ripples of delight
that bubbled through Renée's snatch. Her finger went
inside, where it met the telltale contractions of an
approaching climax.
Kyle couldn't buttfuck Michelle very deeply, due to the
angle. He was mostly copycatting Jerry, in any case,
but Michelle was grateful that he cared enough to show
her some attention. And it was a good way to learn the
ropes about backdoor sex. His prick slid in and out of
her butt, moving shallowly but pretty effectively,
while Renée's hands made sure the cunt stayed hot, too.
Renée was the one who was _really_ getting fucked.
Jerry's cock moved harder, faster, forcefully opening
her asshole to this new brand of sex. And from the
sounds that burst from her throat, it was pretty
certain she was digging it.
"Oh, fuck my ass," she moaned, "fuck my motherfucking
ass!!!"
"Bust her buns," Michelle whispered from beneath,
squeezing her brother's nuts. She licked up at Renée's
clit, wiggled her finger inside the pussy. Jesus! She
could feel Jerry's cock as it thrust and shoved, almost
as if she were touching it directly rather than through
a layer of fleshy tissue.
Her own asshole was hot and tight around Kyle's
shallowly-screwing rod, and again she felt that sense
of warmth and well-being, though the fuck she watched
was, actually, more stimulating than the one she was
getting.
Someday soon, she thought, I'm gonna have to try this
with me at center stage. Someday very soon.
The eruption burst through Renée's cunt. Michelle's
finger was up the hole at the time, and the snatch
clamped shut around it, like a trap suddenly sprung.
Michelle thumbed her friend's clit like Merle Travis
laying down a bass line, and she rotated her finger
inside Renée's orgasm.
Jerry fucked harder, really pushing his prick up the
girl's shitchute, but Michelle had his balls in her
other hand and she could feel the tension building
within them. She knew her brother was about to squirt,
too. She lifted her head and pressed her wet lips to
his hairy bag of nuts, opening them so that one of the
stones slipped inside. She held it in a soft, warm,
loving grip, and then she gave her head a little twist,
wrenching almost cruelly at her brother's bag, and
baby, that was all she wrote!
Jerry said "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!" and he shoved his
tool eight straight inches up Renée's asshole, grinding
his belly against her jiggling buttocks. Michelle
licked his nuts throughout his long unloading process,
and her mouth kept him thrusting even when he'd
squirted his cock dry.
He came out of the girl's shitter, a slimy strand of
jizz dangling from the end of his cock, the rest of his
fluid just beginning to leak its way out of the
raw-looking, gigantically-dilated anal opening.
Michelle raised her head and sucked her brother clean,
and then she turned toward her girlfriend's ass,
licking her lips as she drew nearer to the rivulet of
spilled-out cum that was running from Renée's shitter
and down onto the sopping bulge of her pussy. Dinner
time, she thought greedily, and she was hardly aware
that Kyle was just beginning to squirt a watery load
into her own butt.
She felched Renée's asshole, not caring how slutty it
made her look. Jerry's jizz was much too good to go to
waste. She licked every drop off the exterior, then
spread the raw-fucked asshole and worked her tongue in
and out, siphoning the hot sweet cum out into her
thirsty mouth.
But the day was wearing down. She doubted the guys
would be good for another hard fuck, and they'd all
have to be going home soon. But there would be other
days to make the most of. And she was damned sure
going to arrange things so that she got to spend a
little more time getting acquainted with Renée Morgan.
They'd been onto something very nice and very special
when the guys interrupted them, and Michelle intended
to resume that special niceness just as soon as she had
a chance.
CHAPTER 9
Glen Webster came out of the shower, toweled himself,
and wrapped the towel around his waist. He squirted
lather into his palm and rubbed it on his face, then
got a fresh disposable razor and began to shave.
Closely. Becky had been complaining a little about
stubble burns on the insides of her thighs, and she was
too good a secretary to piss off.
Anyway, he had another day in court, on that PD case.
His client was scum, and guilty in the bargain, but it
would be prejudicial to his interests for his lawyer to
come into the courtroom with a ten a.m. shadow.
The bathroom door burst open. Glen almost cut himself.
"Goddamn it, Michelle!" he said, shaking the foam off
his razor.
She was in her running clothes -- shorts, sweatshirt,
Walkman clamped to her ears -- and she was jogging in
place. "Oh, Dad," she said, unhooking the stereo.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
She kept on bouncing up and down. Glen had to admit
that running had done great things for his daughter's
looks -- she was turning into a perky young beauty,
after being sort of an ugly duckling -- but sometimes
she got on his nerves. "Are you waiting for the
starting gun?" he asked, sliding the razor across his
cheek.
"You about finished?" she countered. "I have to take a
shower. I'm expecting company for lunch, and I have to
run out for some soda and snacks."
The company she was expecting consisted of Renée
Morgan, who had expressed an interest as strong as
Michelle's in picking up where they'd left off.
Michelle needed to get squeaky clean, put perfume in
some provocative places, as well as touch up her legs
and underarms. She wanted to be perfect when it was
time for her pussy to get eaten, but she didn't think
she should elaborate on that. Not to Dad.
"I'm finishing," Glen said. "But I'll be a while. I
have to look good for my friends, too. You know -- the
judge, the DA, the innocent man I'm defending."
Michelle giggled. "Well, I gotta do it now," she said,
"so turn your back and don't peek, Dad!" And with that
she pulled down her shorts, turning as she slipped the
sweatshirt up over her head. Wearing only her panties,
she reached into the stall and turned on the water.
Glen felt a little chill in the pit of his stomach as
he stared at his daughter from behind. He hadn't seen
her quite as bare as this in a while, and there was a
rather disturbing revelation to the way her cute little
ass had begun to take on a woman's shape. Her legs
were slim, but well-shaped, and when she moved, he
caught flashes of the curvature of her tits --
high-set, rounded apples whose nips poked up at a perky
angle. She definitely wasn't a little girl any longer.
He returned to shaving, but in the mirror he could see
most of Michelle, her back to him. She was sliding her
panties down, and stepping out of them. The thrust of
her ass as she lifted one foot, then the other, half
stooping, made Glen's fingers tremble. If I saw that
ass on the street, he thought, and it belonged to
someone who wasn't my daughter, I'd take a second look.
Michelle turned, and Glen got a full-frontal flash of
his daughter in the mirror. She was petite, but she
was definitely a girl. Seen straight on, her tits were
exquisite, and the small triangular patch of sandy hair
at her cunt was a revelation to her father. She put a
shower cap on her head and stepped into the stall, not
bothering to close the door.
I shouldn't be in here, Glen thought, but he kept
stroking his cheeks and chin with the razor, stealing
peeks at Mitch while she bathed so innocently. He felt
like shit for looking at her, but even more because of
the feelings he was starting to have, deep inside
himself.
"Oh, Dad," Michelle called, "I dropped the damn soap!
Would you get it for me, so I won't drip all over the
floor?"
Glen turned, stooping to pick up the soap. Michelle
was standing in the doorway of the shower compartment,
waiting. She was facing him, and she made no effort to
cover herself up. "Thanks," she said, taking the soap,
and he saw her eyes flit downward, then up again. Her
eyebrows lifted and she looked as if she was about to
say something.
Glen looked down too. Oh, holy fucking shit!!!
The front of the towel that folded around his waist was
sticking out. He knew what was causing that bulge, and
he was horrified to realize that Michelle had seen it
-- more horrified to realize that she understood what
it was!
"Dad," she said, fighting back a giggle, "whatever is
wrong with you???"
It was too late to do anything, goddamn it. Glen's
face was scarlet with shame, but he knew that under the
towel his cock knob was equally scarlet, and not at all
from embarrassment. He'd grown a boner while spying on
his naked young daughter, and Michelle knew it.
She bounced the soap on her palm. "Would you do my
back, Dad?" she asked, turning half around. Her mind
was rocking and reeling. She'd given her father a
hard-on! Oh, wow, what a wild one! But she'd seen the
size of the thing under his towel, and she was
impressed as hell with what Dad swung around.
He took the soap from her and began to rub it on her
back. Michelle basked under his caress. He wants to
fuck me, she thought. Maybe he doesn't _know_ he wants
to fuck me, but his cock knows.
She'd never consciously thought of her father as a
sexual being until this very minute, but now she could
think of nothing else. Like, she told herself, what is
the difference between fucking your brother and fucking
your dad, right?
But of course, there was no way Dad would ever take out
that dick and stick it up Michelle. That kind of stuff
_never_ happened in real life. On the other hand, she
knew she had him on the hook, and it might be kinda fun
to play him a little before she threw him back.
"Where's Jerry?" he asked her in a rather tight voice,
rubbing soapsuds onto her back.
"He went over to Kyle's," Michelle said. "They're
supposed to change engines in that Baja Kyle's been
fixing up. I guess we're the only ones home, Dad, you
and me."
She turned without warning. Glen had been stroking her
back and shoulders. His hand slid across the
pointy-nippled peaks of her tits. "Oh, Dad," she
giggled, "you maybe shouldn't be touching me there,
should you?"
He blushed again. It was so cute to see such a
_biiiiig_ guy flushed and embarrassed. Michelle looked
up at her father's face, and she thought, fuck it! I'm
gonna go for the gold!
She reached out and hit the knot that held up his
towel. Glen jumped but not fast enough. The towel
fluttered to the floor, and Michelle was face to face
with her dad's tremendously erect dick.
She said, "Holy shit!" The thing had to be ten inches
long, and it looked as thick as a baseball bat. It was
absolutely fucking incredible!
Was this the tool that had fucked her mother's pussy
and planted the seeds of Michelle herself? Had she
begun life as a squirt of cum from the plum-sized knob
of this cock? A sense of awe and inevitability swept
through Michelle Webster, and she reached for her dad's
peter with both hands. It was going to take both
hands.
"Don't do it, honey," her father said, but she already
had him in hand by then, and it was too damn late to
turn back. Michelle pulled on his prick, and he moved
with it, coming toward her.
"Oh, God, Daddy," she said, almost reverently. He got
harder in her grip, and he'd been almost rigid when she
first touched him. You could smash diamonds with this
dick now, and it seemed to be firming up even more as
she stroked it.
"This is wrong, honey," Glen warned, but his little
girl wasn't listening. And from the way she played
with his peter, he could tell she wasn't a little girl
any longer, either. He watched in total shock, unable
to restrain her, and -- admit it, Glen -- not entirely
willing to restrain her.
Michelle came out of the shower, dripping wet. She was
still playing with his cock. The heat from within her
was turning to steam the water drops that clung to her
naked body. She had not expected to do this, but what
else could she do?
She dropped to her knees, at almost the same spot where
Kyle had raped her the day before yesterday. Now it
was her turn to do the raping. She was tiny, and on
her knees, she had to look up to see the prick she was
fondling. Her mouth was dry, but she knew what would
make it wet again. She aimed the bulbous knob down,
toward her face, and she arched upward, ready to suck.
Glen's face was dead-white as his young daughter began
to slurp his cock. He wanted to tell her to stop, but
he couldn't find the words. And then her tongue began
to love him, and he wasn't sure he wanted her to stop.
Michelle sipped him in and out of her mouth, just the
big swollen glans, frictioning it mercilessly on her
lips. She wasn't dry inside at all, not now. Her
saliva bathed her dad's tool more thoroughly than the
shower he'd taken, and she took him a little deeper and
a little deeper still, expanding her lips to make room
for the humongously engorged shaft.
She let him out of her mouth, and she licked him
everywhere. Her tongue sloshed up and down his shaft,
around his balls. As she sucked and nibbled his hard
flesh, she kept looking up, telling him with her eyes
that it was okay, that she knew exactly what she was
doing, that she loved it as much as he did.
He touched her tits as she mouthed his cock. Her
nipples had already gotten as hard as was imaginable,
but they stiffened further under his fingers' caress.
Michelle moaned softly as Glen rolled his fingers
around and around the erected pink buds, as if he meant
to squeeze her until the milk squirted. His big hands
closed around her small, dainty tits, and she arched
them into his palms, at the same time gulping,
inhaling, his cock back into her mouth.
She cupped his balls in her hand. They were as big in
proportion as the rest of him was. Fucking Kyle and
even Jerry had been like playing with children. She
was taking on her first man, and she could feel, sense,
taste the difference.
The incredible size of her dad's cock was the biggest
surprise. Her lips ached as she strained to get more
and more of it into her mouth, and what astonished
Michelle was that she succeeded as well as she did.
She gagged a little, but she was determined to eat him
all, and she forced her face upward on the protruding
shaft. Her knees ached like hell, but her cunt was
itchy and wet, and she longed to feel the knob of her
dad's prick pulsating at the bottom of her throat.
"Baby doll," he said in a shaken voice, pulling his
cock backward, out of her mouth.
Michelle leaned back, gasping for breath. "Please,
Dad," she implored, "I want to suck it ... "
Glen knelt beside her. Even on his knees, he towered
over the petite blonde. His arms encircled her, big
strong enfolding arms, and he pulled her to his furry
chest. Michelle leaned her cheek against him. His
hard nipple simmered on her skin. She had her hand on
his prick, stroking it, making goddamn sure the son of
a bitch stayed hard!
Glen turned her face upward and kissed her. As his
lips touched hers, Michelle knew that she was in the
homestretch. Daddies didn't kiss their innocent little
girls the way her father was kissing her. This was how
men kissed women they wanted to fuck. She giggled into
his mouth and she straddled his thigh, sliding her
pussy back and forth across his skin.
"I'm no virgin," she told her father. "You probably
guessed that. And oh, Dad, I really want to fuck you
.. "
His face showed the shock, but it was pretty much
determined by now. Michelle guided his face down, so
he could lick one of her throbbingly erected nipples.
She fed her little tit into his mouth, and he ingested
the whole thing, sucking it almost ravenously. His
teeth gnawed at her smooth firm flesh. His hands were
on her ass and she was still frigging her excited cunt
on his hard thigh.
"Touch me, goddamn it," she told him, guiding one of
his hands to her cunt.
He touched her. His fingers moved through the sparse
patch of sandy blonde pussy hair, and she steered him
into her itchy-lipped gash. He felt the smooth, slick,
dripping wet flesh within, and then his finger found
the small tight cuntal opening itself. Michelle pulled
on his finger, easing it into herself, and she said,
"Oh, yessssssss!!!"
Glen slid his finger in and out of his daughter's sweet
tight young cunt, pushing a little deeper each time.
She took all he could give her, and she had both hands
on his cock again. "This is what I want, Dad," she
told him in a husky breathless voice. "I want this
thing right where you've got your finger!"
"I couldn't," her father whispered.
"You will," Michelle replied. She put her hand on his
chest and pushed. She had not much more strength than
a feather, but Glen moved as she directed, and when he
was prone, she mounted him, right there on the bathroom
floor. She oozed her pussy down upon his crotch,
grinding his cock against her cunt.
She lifted herself, taking his tool in hand, and she
positioned her snatch above the arching knob. She
tickled her gash with the thing, wondering as she did
so if she could _ever_ manage to get this monster
inside herself. But she knew she had to do it. She
could not stop now.
His enormous knob wormed into her crack, found the
hole. She strained downward, gulping him into the
mouth of her cunt, hesitating a moment because he was
_so_ fucking _big_. "Hold my hands, Dad," she
commanded, and she eased herself down, inching his dick
into her tight hot hole.
She was as tight as a virgin, Glen thought, but she had
obviously been fucked before. She knew too much to be
a virgin. Who taught her to suck a dick like that?
Glen would find the guy, kill him, and then defend
himself in court. He wouldn't serve a day. Jesus, he
wanted to feel that sweet wet mouth around his rod one
more time!
He squeezed at his daughter's hands, and she inched
lower down the upthrust shaft of his cock. The
tightness inside her was almost excruciating around his
bloated peter, but she was right about one thing. They
had to fuck each other, now. There was nothing else
they could do.
He broke into the honeyed stickiness of her pussy, five
or six inches of his rod jammed into Michelle. Her
eyes rolled over. Jesus, she was coming! He could feel
her eruption along the buried length of his cock! She
swayed upon him, pinned by the pecker that impaled her
cunt, and then she started doing situps on her dad's
dick, rocking up and down in a fuck frenzy that was
unlike any woman Glen had ever screwed.
"Fuck me, Dad! Ooooohhh, you're making me come with
that big juicy cock," the girl moaned, riding up and
down. Running had given her thigh and calf muscles
toned to perfection. She could pump like this all
fucking day and still be ready for more! And the
longer she fucked, the deeper her pussy seemed to open,
allowing more and still more of Dad's cock to slide
into her tight wet snatch.
She climaxed repeatedly, bouncing on him. She promised
herself she'd never fuck Kyle or even Jerry again. She
was gonna save it all for Dad!!! The cock that had
made her was fucking the living shit out of Michelle
Webster!!!
Her cunt ate halfway down his shaft. Try as she would,
she couldn't seem to suck him any further up her hole.
He was too goddamn big. She closed her eyes, rapt in
her orgasm, and she forced herself downward, repressing
the urge, the fucking need, to scream like a banshee.
Her pussy smashed against her father's groin, and she
was full of him, oh, Jesus, totally fucking full of
him!
She squirmed forward and crushed his mouth in a kiss
that would have been illegal in most states even if
they weren't father and daughter. Her cunt ate his
throbbing cock and Michelle knew now that she could
handle anything. She had been at last really and truly
_fucked_!!!
"I'm gonna come ... " Glen gasped. "Gonna fill your
belly with jizz, honey baby doll ... "
He was gripping her ass fiercely, stabbing her pussy in
short desperate strokes while she writhed and moaned
atop him.
Michelle jerked upright. She went over backwards, and
her cunt slid off his dick with an audible "Pop!" He
was already beginning to gush out his thick hot cream.
She grabbed his tool in her hands and she covered the
knob with her hungry mouth, milking the shaft and
drinking Glen's sperm as fast as he could squirt the
stuff across her tongue and down her gulping throat.
"Maybe we oughta share a bathroom more often, huh,
Dad?" she asked with a smirk, his jizz running down her
chin.
CHAPTER 10
It was a perfect day for learning new tricks. The
nextdoor neighbors were vacationing at Padre Island,
which meant that Renée and Michelle had the full run of
the property. They started out in bikinis, but there
was no doubt what was on their minds, and they stripped
down fast, renewing the acquaintance they'd begun
yesterday.
But today the guys weren't here to interrupt, and it
was strictly girl on girl. Michelle was starting from
scratch. Renée had just a little more mileage. The
fun part was learning together.
They wasted little time getting down to it. Michelle
went down on Renée's abundant, fleshy tits, sucking the
nips until the older girl moaned and wrapped her legs
around Michelle. The blonde teeny humped herself
against Renée's cunt, still nibbling titty. Her body
rocked hard, fucking just like a man. God, she loved
doing it with the guys, but there was something special
about balling another girl!
Renée came, and Michelle did too, aroused beyond
endurance by the knowledge that she was giving her
friend so much pleasure. They shared so many secrets
now, the two of them. She remembered all those years
of growing up as a little lardo and envying Renée
Morgan's perfection, and now she knew that the envy had
been kinda silly. Michelle Webster had finally come
into her own.
"What's the dirtiest thing you ever did?" she
whispered, lying atop Renée, her small hard apple tits
rubbing ticklishly against Renée's bigger mounds. "I
mean, the _dirtiest_?"
The question wasn't entirely to pass the time. She was
itching to tell someone about what had happened this
morning with Dad, and she wondered if Renée could be
trusted with the secret.
"Probably when I turned your brother on and let him
hang after he'd made me come," Renée shrugged. "Like,
you guys are already so much kinkier than I'll probably
ever be! Fucking your own brother -- that's wild,
Michelle. I don't think I could do it, even if I had a
brother."
Fuck, Michelle thought. If I told her I'd also fucked
my dad and let him come in my mouth, she'd probably
blow a gasket. Renée's horizons were just too limited.
Michelle would have to hang on to her secret till Jerry
came home. But Jesus, could she even tell _him_? The
taste of her dad's sperm was still a vivid memory
inside her mouth.
"I bet I can show you something you haven't ever tried
before," Renée said, stroking Michelle's chin.
Michelle's blue eyes brightened. Something new? "What
kind of vegetables do you have in the 'fridge?" Renée
went on.
***
Glen Webster had a really shitty day, if you wanted to
know the truth. If his client had any chance of
avoiding a prison term, it was blown to fucking hell
when Glen cross-examined the state's witnesses. He was
in a daze. All he could think about was what he had
done to his little girl.
But was that the truth of it? She had made the first
move. And she had known exactly what moves to make.
Not even her mother -- Christ, not even Becky Newman!
-- had sucked Glen's dick the way Michelle had. He
could still feel those warm wet lips wrapped around his
tool, could still feel the vivid blue eyes staring up
at him as if to ask, "Am I doing okay, Daddy?"
The feel of her hot tight cunt sucking his rod, the
unutterable pleasure of shoving his big hard tool into
his young daughter's creamy hot pussy -- they were more
real to Glen than anything that went on in court. He
knew he was doing a shitty job, and the worst was, he
didn't fucking care!
His closing argument was perfunctory. He more or less
threw his client on the sympathy of the court, and he
knew damn well the judge had no sympathy for purse
snatchers. Richard Bailey was going to the goddamn
penitentiary. Glen could rad it in the judge's eyes,
on the faces of the jury. And he didn't give a fuck.
The sooner he got this courtroom shit out of the way,
the sooner he could go home.
He rehearsed the dialogue, over and over, much more
thoroughly than he'd practised his closing argument.
He'd tell Michelle that what had happened was a total
fluke. It could never, _must_ never happen again. And
he'd find out who had corrupted her, and he'd break the
fucker's balls.
But he would not, could not even think about the hot
lapping action of his daughter's tongue, the way her
cheeks hollowed in to suck like a vacuum at his
throbbing dick, the way she'd gone down on him and fed
his spurting rod into her mouth just as he began to
come. And he could _never_ consider the look of her
beaming face, splattered with his cum, as she finished
the job of eating his load.
He stopped for five minutes at the office, after court.
Becky was hot as a two-dollar pistol but he just
shrugged her off. She seemed a little pissed off that
he was uninterested in the hot sweet cunt she was
offering, and damn, but it did look good today! But he
had to look at this realistically. He was going to go
home and have it out with Michelle. No, he didn't mean
have it _out_. He only wanted to talk. Only to talk.
***
Michelle had heard of dildos, though she didn't
entirely understand the concept. Renée was rather more
experienced, and she explained the best way -- by
demonstration. Michelle squealed as Renée fucked her
with a carrot and then a cucumber, though neither of
them could hold a candle to Daddy's enormous cock, let
alone Kyle's or Jerry's. Still, she thought, humping
as the big green vegetable rammed up her straining
pussy, the refrigerator could sometimes provide the
answer to her steadily-increasing sexual needs.
She came all over the cucumber, squealing as it fucked
her to nirvana in Renée's expert hands. And then she
had to try it on her friend. Renée bent over and
spread 'em, and Michelle shoved the cunt-sticky green
thing straight up the other girl's snatch.
Renée screamed as it thrust home, and Michelle held the
end of it in her mouth, pushing it in and pulling it
out. She had to stretch her lips to fit it into her
mouth, but even so, it wasn't as big as her dad's dick,
and she had eaten more than half of that fucker without
really trying. There seemed to be a natural affinity
between Michelle's mouth and the male prick -- or
anything that even faintly resembled one.
She pushed hard, guiding the cuke with her teeth and
jaws. It was a wild sensation to say the very least,
as if her tongue had suddenly turned into a prick. And
it increased her own involvement with Renée's oncoming
orgasm.
She fingered herself, but why use fingers? There was a
perfectly good carrot lying in the fruit basket, wasn't
there? She bit into the cuke and rammed it deep into
Renée, hitting the very bottom of the other girl's cunt
as she thrust. She could feel the cucumber stop short,
with no more of Renée left to penetrate.
And by then she had the carrot stuffed up her own cunt,
and she was frigging it in and out of herself, more
savagely than any guy on earth would have _ever_ fucked
her hot tight pussy.
She felt the responses shuddering within herself, and
she shoved the carrot deeper while she worked the cuke
in and out of Renée. She was pretending that it was
Dad, fucking her like he'd fucked her this morning in
the bathroom.
Renée came, and so did Michelle, but as the two hot
little bimbos rolled back into a wet-mouthed,
hard-nippled, drippy-cunted embrace, both of them knew
it wasn't enough. Not quite enough.
Michelle stuck her tongue halfway down Renée's throat,
and then drew back, her lips pressed loosely against
the other girl's. She said, "God, I can't imagine what
I did for fun before I discovered fucking!"
"You're some little cunt for fourteen," Renée purred in
admiration, touching the pointy nipples of Michelle's
cupcake tits. "I thought I was hot stuff, but I can't
hold a candle to you." The younger girl beamed.
Without being asked, Michelle went down on Renée,
eating her way into her friend's juicy wet cunt. It
tasted delicious, and even more delicious were the
excited moaning sounds that Renée made as her flanges
were spread and her pink inner trench received a
lusciously wet licking.
Michelle flipped Renée over and started kissing her ass
and thighs. She spread the puffy buttocks -- Renée
needed to take up running; she showed the signs of
incipient flabby ass, Michelle decided, comparing the
soft sponginess of the asscheeks to her own firmness --
and she saw the pink wink of Renée's shitter. Her
tongue went straight to it.
They were acquainted already, after all. She'd sucked
her brother's jizz out of Renée's butt yesterday at the
picnic, and she'd licked her way several inches up the
cock-dilated tunnel.
She got a finger into it, and then it was two fingers,
and then it was three. She reamed the asshole with a
growing passion, and Renée took it in the same spirit.
"Oh, you nasty little bitch," Renée panted, urging her
butt up toward Michelle's exploring fingers. "I think
I love you ... "
Michelle couldn't give Renée what she'd gotten
yesterday from Jerry's cock, but she knew she was doing
a good job anyway, and she worked her three fingers in
and out, fucking as if she had a cock growing from her
wrist.
The hole was tight, but it got looser in a hurry.
Michelle was able to slip a fourth finger into Renée.
She pushed deeper, wondering if she might possibly
manage to shove her whole fucking fist up her friend's
asshole. But she held back from that, afraid she might
rupture Renée, even though the idea was a tantalizing
challenge. Fucking in and out, she glanced around, and
she saw the cuke she had already used in Renée's twat.
Okay, God! she thought. Thanks for the sign!
Renée turned around, looking over her shoulder. "What
the fuck ..." she murmured, but by then Michelle
already had the cucumber in her hand and she was easing
its tip into the hole her fingers had spread wide open.
Renée's eyes rolled over in their sockets, but the cuke
pushed into her rectum, her assring spreading of its
own accord to make room for the slimy vegetable.
Michelle shoved, and the cuke banged into Renée's
asshole. The dark-haired girl shrieked. Damn good
thing the neighbors were down on the gulf coast! The
two girls were alone in their sweet, sexy, private
world, and goddamn anything went! If Michelle wed to
fuck Renée with the entire contents of the produce
section at Safeway, she could goddamn well do it!
She was on her knees behind Renée, slamdunking her
friend's butt with the cuke. It was a tight fit, and
now Michelle knew what, how, Jerry had felt yesterday
when he banged Renée's asshole for the first time. The
cuke was bigger than Jerry - - almost as big, in face,
as Dad's cock -- and Michelle used it with a building,
burning desire.
But her own crotch was afire with lust and, as she
fucked Renée she couldn't keep her other hand off her
own pussy. She squeezed her trembling mound, a finger
poking tensely up into the dripping tight heat, and she
rocked up and down against the pressure of her hand
while she kept the cuke sliding in and out of her
girlfriend's backdoor.
She watched the asshole dilate and quiver as the cuke
rammed in and out. Her finger left her own snatch,
moved a half-inch back to the budded mouth of her own
ass.
First she tickled round and round her tingly assring,
and then she pushed the fingertip into her hole,
pressing forward even though her body said assholes
weren't made to be penetrated. She'd already been
fucked in the butt, and she knew her body was lying to
her.
Michelle's finger burst through the assring, and into
her hiney. She trembled as it poked her but she
couldn't make her hand stop. Her other fist was
guiding the cuke in and out of Renée, and she thought,
damn -- only about half the vegetable was in use. Why
couldn't she get a little benefit from it too?
She rose up on her heels, bringing her cunt downward at
the same time. Her clit brushed the unoccupied end of
the cucumber and she worked herself against it in a
growing frenzy. Her finger was still very busy up her
ass. She kept on fucking Renée too, anally exploring
her friend with green cucumber, but her own needs and
desires were coming rapidly to the forefront. The
protruding end of the cuke entered Michelle's pussy and
she said, "Oh, fucking Jesus ... "
But she was giving Renée the big end of the veggie.
The part that protruded from her friend's anus was a
little smaller than what was inside Renée. Michelle was
already eating it with her pussy, using her cunt
muscles to direct the thing in and out of Renée. It
scraped against the underside of Michelle's clitoral
button, and it drove her absolutely mad, but she knew
that there could be more!
Turning around, quickly, she took the finger out of her
asshole and she backed up hard against the cuke.
Her hole was dilated from the fingering, and the pointy
end of the vegetable rammed into that dilation.
Michelle's turn to scream had come up, and she said,
"Oooohhhh, fuuuuckkk!" as it entered her. She backed
into Renée, eating with her shitter the rest of the
makeshift dildo, and the two girls broke into a sweet
wild rhythm of fucking, each of them half ass-filled
with the green vegetable.
You could get hooked on this shit, Michelle decided,
feeling again and again the massive bite of the cuke up
her rectum. She shoved her bottom back, ramming it
against Renée's, each of them crammed full of the
cucumber that connected their bodies. Jesus, the young
blonde thought, did you _really_ need guys, after all?
Maybe you could do it all with a willing tongue and a
few items from your vegetable garden ...
They were both frigging their snatches as they
assfucked the cucumber, and they were both going out of
their goddamn heads. "You dirty bitch," Renée panted,
"where do you fucking _get_ these filthy ideas? Mmmm,
baby, I like your mind ... "
Michelle wasn't saying anything. Her ass was full of
the bloated vegetable, and her fingers -- all of them,
plus the thumb -- were stuffed up her pussy, fucking
herself like crazy. She closed her eyes and slicked
her shitter back and forth along the half of the cuke
that was hers. Her butt banged against Renée's, both
assholes filling up hard and deep at the same time, and
both girls were sobbing and gasping and moaning with
the burn of their mutual lusts.
Renée was facing the rear end of the Webster house.
Her eyes were so bleary she could hardly see. She was
masturbating her own cunt, just as ferociously as
Michelle, and her body jerked in arousal, orgasm about
to explode inside her. But then her eyes suddenly went
very _very_ clear and she could see, as plain as
anything, that a rather large-sized man was standing in
the backdoor of the house, staring straight at her and
Michelle.
"Oh, God," she said, "somebody's watching us!!!"
Michelle glanced back, pushing hair out of her face.
"It's my dad!" she said, just as Glen Webster shoved
the door open and stepped out into the yard. She
smiled weakly, but it was hard to look innocent when
you'd just been caught with a giant cucumber shoved up
your asshole.
CHAPTER 11
Jerry Webster didn't feel any need to knock. It was
his dad's office, right? And someday, when he finished
college and passed the bar, it would be his office too,
probably. Webster and Webster, Attorneys at Law. But
the way he'd been feeling the last couple of days, he
just might pass up the law and make himself a career in
porno movies.
Becky wasn't at her desk, so he just went into Dad's
office, but there was nobody around. Out front again,
he saw that the door to the records room was open. It
was a narrow chamber, with file drawers on both sides,
all the way to the ceiling. A legal practise
accumulated a hell of a lot of paper work, and Dad
still had the files of the older guys, now dead, with
whom he'd begun as a junior associate years ago.
Becky was on a stepladder, searching through some
drawers near the top of the wall. She had one leg up,
and a lot of smooth inner thigh was showing. Jerry
stared a moment, loving the way her pink garter looked
against her flesh. He could even see the lacy trim of
matching panties. Her tits moved inside her blouse --
big, jiggly tits, bigger even than Renée Morgan's.
Damn, he thought, but my dad's secretary is one
_fine_-looking lady!
Jerry cleared his throat. Becky hadn't been aware of
his presence, and the sound startled her. Her head
jerked around and the ladder began to sway. "Oh,
fuck," she said, grabbing at the wall, dropping the
folder.
Jerry was nothing if not fast. He got one hand on the
ladder, the other on Becky's waist. All he wanted to
do was steady her, but the moment he touched her he
felt the warmth of her skin, smelled the fragrance of
her body.
His hand moved lower, onto the curve of her ass. She
looked down, her eyebrows lifting. "I'm okay, Jerry,"
she said.
Becky descended the ladder, slowly. Jerry thought he
ought to make sure she didn't fall. His hand remained
on her ass until she was on the floor. He'd never
really noticed how big she was. At five-ten, and in
heels, she was eye to eye with Jerry. "Sorry I scared
you," he said. "I was looking for Dad. I need to bum
a few bucks off him. Can I help you pick up these
papers?"
"You better," she smiled, squatting. She leaned
forward slightly, and Jerry had a sudden glimpse down
the front of her blouse. Holy Jesus, those tits! She
was only wearing a little camisole under her shirt, not
nearly enough to contain or control those big hooters.
The lushness of the curves he glimpsed sent an electric
thrill through Jerry Webster. He knelt beside her, in
the narrow aisle of the records room, but his eyes were
totally on Becky Newman, not the spilled papers.
Becky stuffed the sheets into the folder but she didn't
get up. She had noticed something too. The boss' kid
wasn't exactly a kid anymore, was he? Get a load of
what was stretching down the left leg of his jeans!
A bit of a family resemblance, hmmm? And the hand he'd
placed on her ass, even if it was innocently done,
hadn't felt innocent once it started to tickle the
curve of her butt. Becky looked into Jerry's eyes as
they knelt in the narrow aisleway, and she thought,
what the hell?
"Are you staring at my tits?" she asked. He was cute
when he blushed, but he didn't exactly look away, did
he? Becky rose up onto her knees, and she put down the
case file folder. "Hard to see them through my
blouse," she told Jerry, and she started to unbutton
the shirt.
Under the blouse, her silky camisole clung like saran
wrap to the lush curves of her tits. The nipples were
hard, pointy, as they almost always were, and they made
visible protrusions in the soft smooth fabric. It was
thin material, and the dark circles of the teats were
almost detectable through it.
She wasn't sure why she was doing it. Well, she was
goddamn horny, for one thing! Normally she and Glen
had knocked off a piece or two by this time of the day,
but he'd spent most of the morning in court, and he
hadn't stayed in the office two minutes before running
off again. Becky was more than a little pissed at
being neglected, and as she displayed herself to Jerry,
she realized that this wasn't such a bad way to pay
Glen back for his neglect.
She was expecting to play the part of a suave
seductress, but as her blouse draped open and her
camisole-covered tits thrust forth, Jerry surprised the
shit out of her. He cupped the offered hooters and
gave them a testing bounce.
"Not bad," he said smugly. One of his fingertips began
to scrape across the pointed tip of a nipple, stroking
it through the thin layer of silk. It got pointier.
So did the thing inside his pants. Becky kept glancing
downward, watching the boy's cock get stiffer and
stiffer. He certainly took after his father, though he
wasn't quite as big as Glen. But then, who was?
Turnabout was fair play. She put her hand on his prick
bulge. He smiled.
I'm making a mistake, Becky thought. When I marry
Glen, this is going to make for a hell of an at-home
relationship. But as she traced the shape, the
thrilling stiffness, of Jerry's dick, she decided she
could probably handle it.
Anyway, despite a year of hints, Glen still hadn't
popped the question. A girl could only wait so long.
She was thirty-two, and the world was full of twenty-
year-olds.
She wiggled out of her blouse. One strap fell, and the
upper edge of the camisole slipped, allowing a
brown-capped tit to slither free. Jerry nodded in
delight, and he covered her tit with his hand. Mmmm.
He had a nice way of squeezing. Becky knew hers wasn't
the first tit he'd ever felt. This might be fun in its
own right.
They both stood up, hands exploring one another. Jerry
backed her against one side of the wall, stroking her
flanks, her tits, at the same time unhooking her skirt
and letting it drop down her legs. Under the skirt she
wore lacy pink panties and a garter belt that took his
breath away. The panties were on the outside of the
garter straps. He liked that. Becky obviously meant
business.
He moved in against her, rubbing her with the bloated
barrel of his cock. It was still inside his pants but
yearning to go free. She unzipped him and pulled his
dick out, using her hot palms up and down the shaft.
He began to breathe very hard, fucking his tool in and
out of her grip. He just got harder and harder.
Jerry pulled down the other strap, and now both her
tits were bare. They were also big and beautiful.
D-cups, he was sure, the flesh smooth and pale and
soft. He squeezed them, watching the red finger
streaks smear across her skin. He pulled at her
nipples as if he hoped to get milk. She just smiled
and wiggled. Her hands were equally possessive on his
prick, and he knew he had gotten lucky for the third
day in a row.
He kissed her, amazed at the wetness of her response.
His hand was between her legs, stroking cunt through
the thinness of her panties. He could feel the puffy,
protruding labes, the wetness that was already coming
from between them. She was undoing his belt and
tugging down his pants. Yeah, he had gotten lucky!
There was hardly enough room for the two of them in the
narrow space, but Becky had no trouble dropping to her
knees. Her tits slipped out of his hands but he didn't
mind, not when she wrapped them around his peter in a
grip of velvety smooth flesh and started to fuck him in
and out of her cleavage.
As she tit-screwed him, she gave the end of his prick
one slurpy lick after another, sometimes pulling it
bodily into her mouth for some voracious sucking. She
didn't suck him as deeply as Michelle, but oh, Jesus,
could Becky ever suck!!! And the feel of those tits,
surrounding his hard throbbing cock while they pulsated
with an intensity of their own, was too much for words!
Her tits dropped away, and now she was using her mouth
exclusively, sucking him in and out in short thirsty
gulps. Her hands cradled his nuts, and she squeezed
them, making Jerry yelp and shove his prick into her
even more aggressively.
She clipped him off at about the three or four inch
level, and he missed the kind of horny deepthroat
sucking he got from his kid sister, but the lustful
energy of Becky Newman's teeth and tongue around his
tool, the hollowed-in pressure of her cheeks, the
drooling flood of saliva in which she bathed him --
they more than compensated!
Jerry closed his eyes and allowed his father's
secretary to have her way with his cock. He had a
surprise of his own for her, and -- oh, baby! Yes!!!
His cum gushed into Becky's mouth, scuzzing her
flapping tongue in a flood of sticky saline cock-milk.
He heard her gurgling as she swallowed. There was
nothing that made his balls ache like the sounds of a
woman guzzling his jizz! He braced his hands on the
wall, above and behind her head, and he fucked as much
of his dick into her mouth as she would accept, moaning
while he emptied his nuts.
He looked down at her. She was holding his cock in her
hand, a stringy trail of sperm running from his knob to
her lips. She broke it with her finger, then licked
the finger clean. Her lips parted slightly, and a
dribble of his sperm oozed from the corner of her
mouth, sliming down her chin. Her eyes were bright,
and they glittered with lust.
Jerry pulled her upright, kissing her wet mouth. He
could taste his cum on her tongue but he didn't care.
His hand was between her legs, pumping at the quivery
mound of her pussy. The crotch of her panties was
dripping wet, and he felt a squish each time he
pressured her twat. She leaned back, drawing Jerry
with her, her hands on his shoulders, urging him
downward.
He dropped, taking down her panties as he moved, and he
shoved his face up into Becky's cunt. As he started
licking the distended flaps, he wondered how old she
was. Twenty-five, maybe? He wasn't sure. But she was
definitely his first older woman, and he'd never forget
the fully-ripened taste of her snatch upon his tongue.
Her clit was already up, big and pink, and he sucked it
savagely, while his fingers moved in and out of her
pussy mouth. She jerked hotly with each thrust, her
muscles sucking his fingers home. He ground his
knuckles against her gash, and he felt the ring
yielding, as if it might open wide enough to take in
his whole hand.
But he had something better than a hand to stick up
Becky Newman's cunt, and it was throbbing passionately
down between his legs, its tip patting the floor as if
it were keeping time. The massive come he'd fired into
her mouth hadn't taken away one goddamn bit of his
cock's desire, and it was hard enough to fuck Becky
Newman and two other women her size. He nipped at her
clit again, and then he made his way upward, stopping
to feed at her hot hard gumdrop nipples for a moment.
"You're a real Webster," she whispered. "No question
who your real daddy is." What did she mean by that?
Jerry wondered, but by that time his swollen cock- log
was jammed between her legs and he didn't have time to
worry about cryptic comments. Becky squeezed her
thighs around his tool and he fucked back and forth,
frictioning the shit out of her hot horny cunt. But he
wanted to get inside.
"Gonna fuck you," he growled. "Am I ever gonna fuck
you ... "
"Bet your ass you are," Becky agreed, spreading. She
arched her back, and she took hold of his prick,
guiding it into her cunt. She wasn't nearly as tight
as Jerry's sister, but he didn't have to fight his way
into her hole. As soon as his knob kissed her wet
horny slit, the mouth spread and he just sank into her,
like a knife cutting into warm butter.
Becky stiffened and moaned, her cunt sucking up the
thrust of his driving shaft. "Fuck me ... " she
gasped, writhing while he filled and refilled her with
his cock. "Fuck me ... "
His belly ground against hers, his cockhairs
stimulating her clit almost unbearably. He could feel
the response and it drove him to even more frantic
fucking. Jerry had screwed enough women to know how a
pussy felt when it was about to climax, and Becky's
showed all the giveaway signs. Well, okay! His
strokes grew deeper, harder, faster. Becky husked out
her encouragement. Jerry fucked Becky.
"You think ... maybe we could ... go out sometime?" he
panted, ramming her again and again with his swollen
hardness. "Like, a date, maybe?"
She started to laugh, but then the come hit her, and
her legs enfolded his. She milked her pussy up and
down his ramming length, moaning as orgasm raced
through her body. Jerry fucked ferociously, and his
nuts burst, popping a small but palpable load into
Becky Newman's older-woman pussy, and they rocked
together, both of them gone straight to Fuck-City
heaven.
"What the hell?" she smiled, gripping his trembling ass
and holding his cock deep inside her sticky snatch. "A
girl's gotta look out for her social life. How about
Saturday, stud? But be sure to bring this thing with
you," and she gave it a lingering squeeze with the
muscles of her pussy.
Not a problem, Jerry thought. Not a problem at all.
CHAPTER 12
Renée was absolutely dying with embarrassment,
considering how her father would react if he came home
and caught her with something stuffed up her ass. But
Michelle's dad didn't say anything. He just looked at
the two girls, where they knelt butt to butt, joined by
the green vegetable that was pronged deeply into their
tailpipes.
Michelle broke the connection, sliding her ass off the
cucumber. She came around to face her dad, and she put
her arm across Renée's back and shoulder. Renée was
scarlet. After all, for Chrissake, she was still
squatting here on the grass with her shitter full of
cuke!
"I wanted to talk to you," Glen said. "About a lot of
things. But it looks like it's probably too late for
talking, isn't it, Michelle?"
"It was too late when you came in my mouth," his
daughter agreed.
Renée's jaw dropped. God, what a crazy fucking family!
These Websters were absolutely nuts! She couldn't
believe what she was hearing.
And she couldn't believe what she was seeing when
Michelle stood up and strutted right up to her father,
melting that slim tiny little body against his. She
pushed her tits into his chest and she rubbed herself
up and down on his crotch.
"Don't you think we should be alone for this kind of
stuff?" Glen asked.
"Oh, Renée's my _very_ best friend," Michelle insisted.
"She's totally cool." Her hand moved down to caress
her father's crotch. From the ground, Renée could not
miss seeing the bulge in Glen Webster's pants, the
bulge that got bigger and bigger as Michelle's hand
stroked it repeatedly.
Glen looked across the fence, toward the house next
door. "The Millers are away this week, remember, Dad?"
Michelle smirked. "The backyard is as private as the
garden of Eden. So you've got two Eves, right here.
Wanna pull an Adam on us?"
Renée eased the cuke out of her shithole, as
unobtrusively as possible. She wasn't sure she oughta
be watching this, but she was absolutely certain that
it was too late to leave.
Michelle took off her father's jacket, his tie. While
he undid his shirt, she was taking down his pants. She
looked back at Renée. "It's cool," she told her
friend. "I have the greatest daddy in the world."
Jesus Christ! Renée thought, staring goggle-eyed at the
way Glen's underpants were distended with the swollen
meat of his erection. He might not be the greatest
daddy in the world, but he _had_ to be the best hung!
She rose to her knees, totally impressed by the sight
of Glen's dick struggling to free itself from the
constricting shorts. And when Michelle pulled them
down, releasing her dad's cock, Renée said, "Holy
Christ!"
She'd never seen a dick that big, never really imagined
that they grew them so large. She'd caught a glimpse
of her own dad once, naked, coming out of the bathroom,
and she'd been really disappointed. His tool looked so
small she was surprised it had ever managed to create a
fox like Renée herself. Now, Glen Webster! He had the
kind of peter that could breed a race of gods and
heroines!
Somehow, Renée knew what was about to happen, but she
was still shocked when Michelle took her father's cock
in hand and started to play erotically with it.
Michelle was obviously showing off. She kept smirking
at her friend, with a "nyah- nyah" expression, and her
eyes were a challenge.
Call me chickenshit? Renée thought. She moved forward
on her knees, no longer conscious of her nakedness nor
of what she and Michelle had been doing when Glen
appeared. She might as well finish the job of fucking
the Webster family, she rationalized as she took hold
of Glen's prick.
"I could get into a lot of trouble for this," Glen said
softly, but he didn't push Renée's hands away. And
when she started to lick delicately at the tip of his
cock, he put his hand on her head and stroked it
appreciatively.
Renée licked until he was wet, from knob to nuts, and
then she began to suck him in and out. He was so
goddamn big she could barely get him inside. But the
challenge of eating his dick only inspired her to get
more aggressive. She moaned and gulped and slurped him
a little deeper into her mouth, lips aching as they
stretched wider and wider.
"You fucking pig," Michelle giggled. "He's my dad! I
oughta get a suck too, right?"
She took the cock out of Renée'smouth and fed it into
her own, still wet from Renée's saliva. Her eyes
closed as if she were praying, she moved her plush lips
up and down the shaft. Renée watched with fluttering
eyelids, amazed at the ease with which Michelle drank
down the big long rod.
"What am I ever gonna do with you?" Glen sighed,
stroking his daughter's head. "You've stopped being my
little girl and you've turned into the craziest slut in
town."
"I'm still your little girl, Dad," Michelle assured
him, looking up fro the job of sucking his cock. "And
I bet Renée would like to be your little girl, too!"
Glen sank to his knees on the grass with the two girls.
He knew he was crazy now. Right out here in the open.
But Michelle was right. The Millers were away, and
that meant no one could see what was going on in the
Websters' backyard. Hallelujah. He looked at the two
naked young girls, at their heaving, stiff-nippled
tits, at their winking pink pussies. There was no way
he could _not_ fuck them. Both of them.
Renée was a knockout, big and lush-built for eighteen.
He knew her, now that he thought about it. She'd gone
to school with Jerry from Day One. But she'd blossomed
deliciously. He reached out for her, and she eased
into his arms. Her dark hair tickled his face while
his hand moved down to cup her spacious tits. They
weren't as big as Becky Newman's, but they were sweet
full jugs and the nipples radiated her body heat. His
fingers rolled around a big firm nipple, and he moved
down to cover her mouth in a kiss.
Michelle was head-down in his lap, still eating his
prick. He'd have to do something about that.
Daughters shouldn't suck off their fathers. Daughters
shouldn't know as much about sucking as his daughter
seemed to know. Oh, Christ! He felt as if the head of
his cock was fucking into Michelle's throat! She made
gurgling hungry sounds along the length of his dick,
and he wanted to cram her full of his tool!
His hands explored the two girls, left hand on Renée,
the right one on Michelle. They were as different as
night and day, one dark and voluptuous, the other
blonde and dainty. He couldn't have picked between
them had his life depended on it. He would just have
to fuck them both.
Renée spread her legs. "I really shouldn't let you do
this, Mr Webster," she said teasingly, but she had her
hands around his wrist and she guided his finger into
the puffy wet gash of her cunt.
"Call me Glen," he said throatily, his finger poking
into her pussy mouth. She was tight -- not as tight as
Michelle, but obviously not worn-out, either. He'd
forgotten how good it felt to have a finger stuffed up
a juicy teenaged twat. As his knuckles slipped into
Renée he _remembered_.
She lay back, uplifting her snatch to his fingers, and
he reamed her deeper and deeper, moving into her
pulsating damp hole. What had the girls been doing
before he arrived? Assfucking each other with a
cucumber, certainly, and the sight of that had been the
ne plus ultra, as far as Glen was concerned.
Was Renée the one who had corrupted Michelle? He'd
made up his mind to murder her seducer, but if Renée
was the guilty party, he might have to reconsider. Or
at least think about fucking, instead of beating, her
to death.
Michelle raised her face from Glen's cock. She took
his other hand and led it to her own pussy, eager for
some of his loving, too. Anyway, his dick couldn't get
any stiffer, any hornier, if she sucked on it from now
until the time Reagan admitted he'd fucked up the Iran
scam. She wanted a little excitement for herself, and
she wanted exactly what Dad was giving Renée.
She straddled his hand and fucked her hot little pussy
down onto an uplifted middle finger. It probed deeply
into her hole and she said, "Ohhhhh ..." as she
squiggled down upon it. The finger felt almost as long
as his cock, though she knew that was only an illusion,
but it would do until she got his cock up her hot tight
snatch.
Michelle began to slide up and down the inserted
finger, fucking herself on her dad's extended digit,
watching him do the same to her friend's cunt. Seeing
Renée get it was almost as exciting as receiving for
herself.
His big hard cock bobbed around. It was like a red
flag to a bull, as far as Michelle was concerned. She
got a fistful of dick and stroked it passionately, but
she was afraid her dad would spill his load and _maybe_
get his right mind back, before he'd taken the ultimate
step and fucked both the girls. She knew that if she
could get him to put his prick in Renée, he would
belong to Michelle herself, for as long as she wanted
him.
And that might be a very long time.
She eased her snatch up and down, milking his finger
with muscles that were rapidly growing overexcited. By
swaying a little, she could make her clit bump
deliciously against the edge of his palm, and her
orgasmic future looked very good.
"Fuck her, Dad," she whispered into her father's ear,
while smothering his face with kisses. "She wants it.
You can tell. You've got your finger up her cunt.
Fuck her!"
"Fuck me," Renée chimed in. "Mmmm, Mr Webster -- Glen
-- pleeeez fuck me ... "
Michelle slipped off his finger, though it killed her
to do it. She pulled her father's head closer, and she
whispered again, "But don't fuck her pussy! Put your
cock where she had the cucumber ... "
Glen's face went white. How could his daughter know
that she had just expressed one of his horniest
desires? But Jesus, could he even dream of ramming his
cock into Renée Morgan's tender teenaged asshole?
Michelle fell upon Renée, kissing her, feeling her up
and down, making a bigger production of it than normal,
even, just because she knew her dad was watching every
lick, every kiss, every sensual stroke. She turned her
dark-haired friend over, and she bent down to kiss and
tongue the smooth firm curves of the other girl's ass.
She spread the thighs and licked between them, nuzzling
the cunt, the butt. She didn't care what she licked.
She was licking, and that was enough for Michelle.
Renée's asshole had not tightened up a great deal. It
had gotten a hell of a workout from the cucumber.
Michelle sucked the back opening, then stuck a finger
inside it, and she worked in and out until Renée heaved
up and down in a frenzy of arousal. She looked up at
her dad and she gave him a wink, then nodded.
Glen stared at Renée's exposed asshole. Jesus, he
thought, this is the girl who played a tree, along with
Jerry, in the third grade class spring pageant. And
I'm gonna stick my cock up her ass? Michelle's finger
poked in and out of the hole, causing Renée to make a
gushing moany sound, and he thought, You're goddamn
right I am!!!
Michelle stroked his cock while he moved into place,
atop the prone, whimpering Renée, and then his daughter
pressed the tip of his tool against Renée's shitter.
Glen closed his eyes and thrust, his meat barrelling
into the girl. She screamed aloud at the fury of his
penetration, but she didn't ask him to stop, and he
wouldn't have stopped if she'd asked.
He fucked her asshole, mercilessly, while she whined
and cried and beat her fists on the ground. "You dirty
son of a bitch," she moaned over and over, "oh, you're
fucking me, you're fucking my asshole!!!"
Michelle was all over Renée at the same time, kissing
her, pressing her hard-nippled tits into Renée's face,
making the older girl suck at the pointypink teats.
Not that it took so much persuasion. And at least with
her mouth full of tit, Renée wasn't shrieking quite so
loudly.
If it hadn't been for the preliminary work of the cuke,
Glen would never have gotten his hugely engorged dick
up Renée's tight hole. Even with the expansion
provided by the vegetable, she was excruciatingly
tight, but that only made her so much more fun to fuck.
The older man drove his prick into his daughter's
friend, inching a little deeper with each fresh stroke.
He came out of her asshole suddenly, and Michelle was
right there to trap his prick in her mouth. She didn't
care where his tool had been. She wolfed her lips down
the shaft, sucking his meat and Renée's shit at the
same time.
"You're not gonna give it all to strangers, are you,
Dad?" she whispered, sliding him back and forth over
her lips, in and out of her wet thirsty mouth. "Can't
I have just a little of it too?"
And with that, she rolled over, on her belly, rubbed up
against Renée's. Two sweet tight pink teenaged
assholes, both his for the taking. Glen sucked in his
breath and he moved into the gap of his daughter's
legs.
She held her buttocks apart, and he looked for a moment
at her exposed anus. Renée wasn't the only one who'd
been widely dilated by the cuke. Michelle's rectum was
winked open, and his cock drooled out a big hot bubble
of cum as he contemplated the sight of his acquiescent
daughter.
He banged into her, rougher than he should have but
caught in such a heat of sexual desire that he couldn't
have stopped if he'd tried. Michelle's butt opened to
receive him, even as her eyes exploded in tears, and he
heard her say, "Oh, Daddy, fuck my goddamn assssss ..."
In and out of her, six or eight massive thrusts, and
then he heard Renée saying, "Do me again, pleeeeez????"
and he had to switch rectums, returning his cock to the
other girl's responsive hole.
He couldn't decide which of them was the better
assfuck. Both of them seemed to want it so much, as
much as he wanted to give it. Even without lubricant,
he was able to fuck both girls hard and deep. He felt
Renée coming beneath his incessant attack, and he
fucked her more savagely, reaming her tight shithole
while she exploded in orgasmic ecstasy.
She went limp on the grass, and he turned back to his
daughter. "Yes," Michelle whispered. "Yes, Dad!"
He banged into her asshole, fucking it half a dozen
sharp biting strokes. She began to come. He yanked
his tool out of her butt and shoved it up her pussy,
fucking her just as hard, just as deep, just as
explosively. Her orgasm spread like wildfire through
her whole body. He kept on fucking.
Who had taught his little girl about assfucking? Glen
wondered. He had considered murdering the corruptor,
not an hour ago, but now he knew that he only wanted to
shake the guy's hand for a job well done.
"I'm gonna come," he gasped, his nuts bloated beyond
endurance. He took his dick out of Michelle's pussy
and he yanked her face around. Her mouth opened
automatically at the touch of his cock, and he shoved
it into her. Renée turned too, and she was just as
thirsty for the squirt of his cum. He pulled out of
Michelle and fucked a few nasty strokes into the other
girl's mouth.
When he came, it was a river, splattering the faces of
both girls. They closed their eyes and accepted his
squirting load, catching some in their mouths, drinking
the rest off each other's skin. As their mouths merged
in a drippy, sperm-swapping kiss, his cock only got
harder, more aroused. He fucked it into their kiss,
and he felt the gratification of their mouths upon his
meat.
He looked at Renée, at the way his jizz oozed from her
smooth full lips, and he thought, I hope to shit I
don't run into her dad while I'm still feeling guilty
about fucking and creaming his cute young daughter.
And he looked at his own equally cute young daughter,
who was equally cum-stained, and he thought, What the
fuck? What the fuck, indeed?
"What are you going to be like when you're fifteen?"
Glen panted, his cock going soft in his hand after its
huge gush of seminal fluid.
Michelle smirked. "All you can handle, and then some,
Daddy. Fuck, I bet I'm all you can handle now!" He
shook his head but he didn't attempt to argue. There
was a lot of truth in what she said, and he was knocked
out.
"I can't believe this," Renée sighed, curled in a heap
of flesh on the grass with Glen and Michelle. "You fuck
your dad, too???"
"Too?" Glen asked. "What do you mean 'too'?"
Michelle snuggled closer. "Long story, Dad," she
purred, taking hold of his rod. As she stroked it up
and down, she could feel it growing hard, all over
again, and she knew that she had backed into something
unimaginably naughty and fulfilling, at the same time.
"But if you can keep this thing stiff, I'll try to tell
you all the details while you're fucking me again ... "
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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