While I was compiling notes on the groovy school thing, collecting sex data, mentally patch-quilting a Chapter or two, a curious situation was developing at the Simon place. One day, shortly after my first bout with Tom-who had squared things with Mummy and Daddy and now was a regular at our house-I walked in on Debbie and Popsy and caught them preparing for something even I didn't believe.
"Fuck! There's that sweet little sucker." Popsy oogled me.
"Hi."
"Fuck!"
"Hi." Debbie moved from the table to the open refrigerator. She bent in, tight shorts caught in the cute crack of her ass. She rummaged about. She came back. She added a can of Reddi-Whip to the honey and jams and jellies on the table.
"What's up?" I asked.
Debbie surveyed the assortment. She grinned and thrust her small tits at me. "We read a book," she announced proudly. "All about cool freaky stuff. Popsy wants to try."
"Try?"
"Bet your sweet fuck!" Popsy dug his fingers up the ass of my jeans. "Knew you'd come back. Just in time, too. 'That sweet little cocksucker'll be here," I says to Debbie. "Once they get a shot of good Uncle Joe… Fuck! They can't stay away!"
I still hadn't caught on. I watched Debbie open the jars, line them up like English Guardsmen along the edge of the table. It was as if they were preparing for a sweet-tooth picnic.
Finally, just as I was about to scream from curiosity, Debbie said, "The book we read was all about how to catch and keep and please a man. The female something or other. I forget. Anyway… there was this whole thing about sucking dick-with whipped cream, and chocolate jimmies on top and like that. Wow! It knocked me right out! There was even a section about diet foods-in case you don't wanna get fat. Yummy! Popsy's been dopey all day just thinking about it." She returned to arranging the jars.
I felt Popsy's fingers slip between the back of my thighs, and press hard on my crotch. Chocolate jimmies on a stiff cock, I thought. Incredible! I liked the taste of natural man-meat, and couldn't, not for the life of me, think of a reason why anyone-not even Debbie, who, I had learned in the weeks since we began our project, was a kook-would want to dilute or sweeten or in any way alter the flavor.
"It's kinda a hot prick sundae," said.Debbie in answer to my uncertain stare. I crinkled my nose. Popsy had by now driven his hand into the waistband of my jeans and was moving his stink-finger down the warm split up my backside. "I'll… ah. I'll watch for a while," I announced, skeptical still.
"Fuck sucker, you say!"
"I already sucked two today," I hastily lied.
Debbie came around the table. Slowly she undid the button and zipper at the hip of the shorts. The garment slithered down her legs, to her ankles, lay dusting the linoleum. "Take off my panties," she told Popsy. "There's more hair. It's coming in oodles now… more every morning. Soon I'll be all furry and kinky down there."
Popsy's hand flew from my jeans. I watched him hurriedly oblige Debbie. He shimmied the panties off her hips, down trim little legs, made her lift first one foot, then the other, and tossed the shorts and underwear across the kitchen. The panties landed forlorn and cum-stained on the sink… near the cups… on the drain board.
Boy! I thought. This was sure getting to be some rinky-dinky place. There was enough material here to keep Masters and Johnson busy for forty more years.
Popsy dropped with a thud to his knees. "That's some snapper," he wheezed, minutely examining the puffy pink mound and tiny black springlettes sprouting above the cute dip to Debbie's wet gash. He fingered her love hole; extracted the finger, sniffed, popped the tip in his mouth. He repeated the finger maneuver… this time driving far up Debbie's shiffer, and drinking deep of the smell of sticky 'brown goo. Loudly he proclaimed, "Motherfuck-a-suckfuck!"
"He's getting kookier," I observed.
Debbie giggled. She looked from me to the table. A sudden mischievous light came into her eyes. Abruptly she snatched the jar of strawberry preserves, squatted, and, while I watched, while Popsy backed off, giving her room to work, dipped two fingers into the gook, brought out a gob, and packed the gooey sweet stuff up her pussy. "Do me first," she told Popsy. "Strawberry pussy."
"Fuck-a-lap-suck!" squealed Popsy.
I blinked. Still skeptical about the whole thing, but cunt sopping up nonetheless, I watched Popsy's tongue dart after the preserves. Boy! I thought. What next? How many ways were there to turn people on?
Debbie giggled and strained, and said, "OWWW! UM!" Tremors ran the length of her body as Popsy lapped. She planted her feet wide, held his head for a moment, then tore at her blouse-popping buttons halfway across the bright kitchen. She closed her eyes. Covering the small braless bumps on her chest, still mostly nipple but becoming more and more tittie every day, she kneaded, pinching the peaks taut while she churned her hips round and round, mashing her picnic pussy in Popsy's flushed face.
I moved closer, watched Popsy's tongue work like a shovel. The tip flew lightning fast into Deb's gash, came out with a scoop of preserves, and stoked the stuff greedily into his mouth.
Then out again, in, out… until the mound and split were lapped clean, the pouting lips glistened, and the entire area between Debbie's thighs was swollen, hard, bright new pink, throbbing, I knew, wanting, I was certain, something longer and stiffer and fatter than a wet tongue.
"Wow! That was something else!" Again the mischievous light came into Debbie's eyes. Abruptly she turned her small round behind toward Popsy. Scooping another huge gob of preserves from the jar, she packed the sweet stuff deep in the crack of her ass. She bent forward, cheeks spread. Sticky red goo, mixed with the clear juice from her pussy, oozed down the inside of her widespread young thighs. "Now the back," she told Popsy. "Suck out my ass, the crack, everything… then me and Katty'll do you."
"Uh-uh," I objected.
Debbie's laughter was a high-pitched teehee-hee.
Popsy leered at me. "Sweet little fucker you."
"Maybe!" I said firmly.
Again Popsy lapped. I watched his tongue catch first the red streamers snaking down Debbie's trembling thighs, then lick up to her asshole, up the crack, down… shoveling the stuff from shitter to mouth, shitter to mouth. I reconsidered the cock sundae. I could imagine Daddy's big pole covered with whipped cream, cherry on top-mine!-preserves packed at the roots, on his nuts, in the coarse hair. It was freaky. And thinking about it sort of turned me off. But watching Debbie and Popsy, seeing them groove, made me want to participate. Only thing was… even more than the picnic thing, the jellies and jams, doing it in the kitchen, with pots and pans and dishes all over the place, left me cold. The kitchen was the place for dishrags and ladles and like that. What I wanted was hot meat.
"Let's go upstairs," I suggested as Popsy scooped the last gob of preserves from Deb's cute behind.
Debbie straightened. "What about…?"
I followed her pointing finger, to the line of assorted English Guardsmen on the table. "Can we carry it all?"
Debbie shrugged.
Popsy burped.
We three looked at one another.
Suddenly I started to laugh. It tickled up from my belly, poured out and rang through the kitchen, the house. I eyed Popsy, still kneeling on the floor, mouth covered with strawberry preserves. I eyed Debbie, naked except for the torn blouse, about two dozen little black curlicues radiantly aglitter atop her tight pink twat. I eyed the jellies and jams lined up along the edge of the table. It was hilarious. I laughed even harder.
Hands on hips, Debbie glowered at me. She stomped her small foot. "What's so funny, hey?"
I couldn't reply. I was laughing too hard. It was all too much! Again I saw myself as an old lady, as I had done the first time with Mr. Hotsy Levine-this time picketing Daddy's athletic club with a sign that read CHERRY WITH WHIPPED CREAM ON TOP. I ran to the table, motioned for the picnickers to help, all the time laughing and thinking me and Debbie and Popsy were the absolute silliest sex maniacs I ever knew.
We stomped through the living room, Popsy at the head of our three-man parade, Debbie behind, her behind still bare, jars and cans and bottles clutched like treasure to her breasts. We marched up the winding stairway, me in the middle, arms loaded with treats. Reaching the upstairs landing, we goose-stepped silently and severely down the hall, to the big master bedroom-the one we'd never sucked in, because it was Popsy's room, and ole weird Popsy had a "thing" about that-and set our paraphernalia down on the night table and bureau beside the huge bed. Popsy flopped. Debbie raced from the room; But she was back in a moment with a soft back book with pages turned down and the appearance of having been read and reread by every conscientious lover in town..
I was still feeling silly. Winking at Debbie, I grasped Popsy's left leg. He eyed me suspiciously-then roared like a baby panda when Debbie lifted his other foot and, heaving together, we threw him back on the bed. Cackling laughter like two old hens, we undid his belt buckle and fly and yanked the pants and shorts from his bony white legs.
"Lookit his thing." Debbie pointed.
I looked. It was hard. As usual. But there was a piece of lint from his shorts stuck in the uncircumcised head, and the cute little red tip was trying unsuccessfully to pole through. I fell on the bed, wrapped my hand around the smooth base, bent, and, with several playful bites, extracted the fuzzy obstruction. The red rabbit's nose poked through. Affectionately I licked it.
"Katty!" said Debbie indignantly. "You're the only one with fucking clothes on. Take off your jeans and stuff while I sweeten up Popsy."
Reluctantly I deserted Popsy's hot member. I hopped from his side and began to strip. I watched Debbie sit sidesaddle, thighs wide, cunt gaping, on the bed. Opening the book to a turned-down page, she reached for the whipped cream and knocked it off the night table. She bent to retrieve it. Popsy drove a finger high in her ass. She sat back-on the finger. Pensively she studied the page. "Spread from head to base," she read… as if reciting a recipe for roast duck. Then she held the whipped cream spout to Popsy's cock.
By the time I was out of my clothes, Debbie had Popsy well greased. We flanked him.
"Fuck-a-whipped-cream-suck!"offered Popsy.
"Shush!" scolded Debbie. "Lift up his legs," she told me.
"What for?"
"So I can get underneath. The book tells you how to take a man's balls in your mouth and actually suck him all the way home that way. Honest! Wow! I wanna try it that way. Popsy too. Right?" She yanked his stiff joint.
Boy! I thought. Debbie sure wasn't very observant! I had figured that out without having to read a book, and, although Deb didn't seem to have noticed, had sucked him off like that the very first time. Now we lifted his legs again, folded the knees back on his chest, as if he were a baby, and we were about to powder his doughy, fishbelly-white ass. Debbie held the spout to his cubes and let the cream fly. Popsy squealed. His nuts disappeared beneath the bubbly mountain of foam.
"There! Now lift his legs more."
Passively Popsy allowed us to manipulate him. His asshole gaped open. Debbie jiggled the can. Placing the spout to his anus, she pressed down, and spewed oodles of cream up his rectum while Popsy squealed and wiggled about the bed. Until Popsy was yipping and thrashing about like a fat puppy and even looked like a rabid Chihuahua down there.
"Wow!" announced Debbie. She bent to sample a gob of whipped cream with her tongue. "Ummm'!"
Popsy's dick jerked through the mess. I fell instantly upon it. I was by now so fucking worked up, so anxious to suck, so greedy to cum, I took the whole stiff little member in one hungry bite. Popsy's cubes had warmed the slippery cream. It was an odd taste. I gobbled it down and sighed at the wholesome taste of pure cock.
"Kathie, you fuck face!" Debbie wailed. "You didn't give me a chance to sprinkle on the jimmies."
It was quite an experience. First I sucked the cream off Popsy's joint… until the cream from within filled my mouth and throat… then Debbie took over and sucked his asshole and cubes. Popsy came again, shooting off in the air, a gob landing on the framed smiling photograph of the late Mrs. Simon. After that, while Popsy finger-fucked our assholes in unison, me and Debbie jellied up and lapped each other's gash and mound clean.
By suppertime, with most of the jellies and other treats gone-mixed with hot cum in our bellies-I was bloated and just about sucked out for the day. Not Debbie though. I watched her regrease Popsy's cock while I dressed. And by the time I was ready to leave, Popsy's half hard mini-peg was again in her mouth, nuts in her hand, and they were so busy, so absorbed in reaching a climax, neither saw me take the can of whipped cream and steal out of the room.
Outside the house, I paused. It was a beautiful evening. Across from the Simon place, the barbecuers were arriving, and Mr. George, the neighborhood standup-quickie champ, was setting the flame to the backyard charcoal pit. Down the block, across from our place, a hired boy was mowing the lawn with a mower that sounded like a rusty old outboard. I skipped down the street, the can of whipped cream clutched tight to my belly. I was thinking now about Tom… who Mummy and Daddy had invited to supper at our house.
"… Evlyn liked sucking cock better than fucking," Daddy was saying when I came in. He and Mummy were seated on the sofa. Mummy was wearing her velvet green hot pants-a new pair, lime green this time-a matching crop top, and was Sitting sideways, legs up, showing Tom her ass.
"Horseshit!" replied Tom from the armchair. He lighted a cigarette, tossed the match in the ashtray on the coffee table. "Sure, she liked copping a joint," he continued, billows of smoke pouring out as he spoke, "But lemme tell you, man-that was some hot little number spread eagled. Christ! I never got more than three feet inside the apartment before she was on me… hands at my fly… tearing my fuckin' clothes off. Half the time we screwed on the floor because she couldn't wait. And once I got in, man… half a dozen times before she'd unwind those long fuckin' legs and give me some air."
Mummy stifled a giggle.
"What's funny?" asked Tom.
"You! Half a dozen times? Ha! You couldn't pop off half a dozen times if you were screwing the Virgin Mary. I know, lover. You never came more than twice in the whole year you were fucking me."
Daddy saw me and coughed. He poked Mummy. She gaped.
It was a curious situation. There I was, in the midst of two men who knew every inch of my body, knew Mummy as intimately, and everyone wore a guilty look on their face. I moved to where Tom sat, perched my ass on the arm of the chair, and said, "Don't stop on account of me."
"Kathie!" Mummy gasped. "You heard?"
I nodded. Should I confess, I wondered. Should I come right out and tell her I was a cocksucker?
Mummy stared and stammered and reddened. "I… I… you shouldn't be… eavesdropping," she managed. "You… you're too young to… to… oh! This is horrible. I should have your father put you over his knee."
Boy! Would we ever like that! I thought: I looked from her to Daddy. He cautioned me with his eyes. I glanced back to Mummy. Impulsively, deciding to tell her about Tom but not about Daddy, I blurted, "Me and Tom did it. Last week. He came looking for you, but you were out, and my pussy was so fucking hot, and I knew about you and him, and-well, I sucked him off. You don't have to pretend on account of me."
A long silence followed. Everyone looked at everyone else and at me. It was sort of fun. I was beyond reproach by Daddy, beyond indignation by Mummy, and Tom, I suspected, was enjoying it as much as me. I glanced down. Sure enough… his cock was getting hard. Putting my arm around his neck, I threw my legs across his lap, set the can of whipped cream beside the ashtray on the coffee table, and planted my butt on his spike.
"Man!" groaned Tom, centering his prick on my ass.
"My little girl," whispered Mummy.
"Oh…! Fuck off!" I told her. "I like it as much as you do. More! Besides… Tom's cock wasn't the first one I sucked." I glanced significantly at Daddy. He was still watching me with that cautious look in his eye. "I've sucked four different joints," I added. "And been fucked in the ass twice by…"
Daddy almost choked. Hastily, he said, "It had to happen sooner or later, Nan. She's… ahhh… she's a stacked little minx, and you weren't much older when we fucked the first time. Jesus! I remember it like it was yesterday. Our first date… the car… parked in the woods at the lake. You said I was the first one. Christ! The first one! Then I opened your blouse… remember?" His hand covered her left tit, pinched the nipple. He, too, had a hard-on. "I thought you were going to stop me," he continued softly. "But when I undid your bra and mouthed that big salty peak, you sighed. and trembled and didn't object 'til I ran my hand up your skirt and touched your hot twat. Then you started to cry… remember?" He dropped his free hand to her thigh, inched up. His fingers dug hard into the crotch of the hot pants. But you still didn't stop me," he went on. "You wiggled down in the seat so I could get inside the panties. You opened your thighs. Jesus! You kissed my ear and pleaded with me not to hurt you."
Mummy seemed to have forgotten I was there. She closed her eyes, and, as if reliving the scene in the car, as if about to have her cherry taken, ' wiggled down on the sofa and opened her long gorgeous legs.
"Manoman!" Tom crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. His hand dove between my thighs. He squeezed.
"When I first felt your pussy," said Daddy, fingers stealing up the leg band of the velvet green hot pants, "I swore you were wearing a silk wig down there; So fucking soft. So-" his fingers dug in, making Mummy gasp and open wider-"Fucking hot! 'Remember that, Nan? Remember how I lifted your skirt and kissed outside the panties, then worked them down and almost died when I saw that beautiful wedge of blonde hair?" He abandoned her breasts and fumbled, none too steadily, with the clasp and zipper at her waist. "But the front seat was too small," he pursued in a gravelly voice. "That crazy little coupe… our first bed… on wheels. I told you to climb over into the back seat, and you started to… skirt up… half your ass out of the panties. I couldn't resist that. Christ! I buried my face in your ass while you cried and said, 'Not that way. No! Nooo!' I made you bend… milk-white buttocks high in the air. Then I took out my cock and made you reach back and feel."
Panting, reliving the scene along with them, I watched Daddy steer Mummy's hand to the hard shank in his pants. Daddy had begun the recitation to cover my indiscretion, I knew. But now, as he and Mummy recalled the groovy scene, neither one of them seemed to care that me and Tom were watching.
Tom groped for the little brass tong at the top of my fly. The dungarees fell open. His hand dove inside. He kneaded my pussy. "Ratty, baby," he said hoarsely. "Take them off. I want you to sit naked on my lap."
"You do it," I told him.
"Did… did… do you like being fucked in the ass?"
"Some… sometimes." My voice trembled. I could already feel the head of his cock sniffing the seam up the back of my jeans… was remembering the two times Daddy shafted my rectum, and envisioning Mummy stretched taut over the front seat of the coupe.
"Please, Take out your dick," I told Tom as the jeans slipped down my thighs. "We can do it right here. In the chair."
"Man!" Tom worked his hand under me. His stink-finger probed. "Ratty, it's so fuckin' tight," he breathed. "My joint'll probably bust you wide open back there."
"Hurry," I pleaded. "Do it. Bust me wide open."
I looked back to the sofa. Now Mummy's hand was inside the trousers, tight around Daddy's stiff pole, jerking him off, and Daddy was pulling the hot pants off her hips. "Nan. Fucking Nan," croaked Daddy. "Remember what you said when I first steered my meat into you? Bent all the way over the seat… ass tooted… cunt gaping… and when I touched the head to your pussy, you yelled, 'Put something on!' A rubber! Jesus Christ-a brand new little blonde cherry and you expected a rubber!"
Now Daddy looked at me. His eyes were glazed, beads of sweat stood out on his brow. He watched as Tom freed his cock and let it poke straight up between my legs. Then he looked back to Mummy and tore the shorts and panties from her lush quivering thighs.
Fucking Daddy! I thought, recalling the afternoon he'd refused to fuck his dick into me on the very same sofa. I closed my legs on Tom's joint, sawed it up and down between the puffy lips of my pussy. Momentarily I considered giving him a poke at the trampoline. The thought quickly fled. For although Tom had quite a shaft, Mummy had extracted Daddy's incredible monster, and I knew-since Daddy had stretched the barrier all out of kilter, and Mr. Levine-not Vie, he was too tiny-had added his thrust to the mess-there was but one engorged dick in the world capable of plowing deep enough, long enough, hard enough, to demolish the ridiculous elastic like fucking thing.
"Then when I slipped it up into you…" Daddy was saying. He paused to lift the crop top off Mummy's blonde head. Her enormous firm breasts juggled free. The nipples were hard, pink-red, twice the size of mine. Daddy's hands covered them. "When I buried the tip in that sweet virgin pussy of yours," he continued, bending to kiss first one peak, then the other, "and you moaned, and I reached around and took hold of your fabulous tits, you hollered as if I were plowing you with the driveshaft. It was tight, too. Christ! The tightest! I had to pound for ten minutes, holding you down, covering your mouth so no one would hear you yelling, before it was planted. 'You're killing me!' you wailed as the last inch bored in. I pulled back and looked down. There was blood all over my joint. Remember?" Again he paused to undo his belt and let Mummy yank the trousers and shorts off his legs. He glanced our way. "Sit on my lap," he told Mummy. She did. She sat facing us, eyes tightly shut, legs astraddle his knees and cunt dripping its juices all over his nuts, his thighs, the sofa. "Christ!" Daddy went on, planting the tip of his dick in her white blonde pussy. "I saw all that blood on my cock and went crazy. I watched your tight gash nipping the head, and thought, God! This can't be real! It's too fucking hot, too soft, too good to be true! Then I drove my joint up into you 'til there was nothing but hair against hair and balls slapping your ass. You moaned. But it was different sound… deep… hungry… animal. I had you impaled, the cherry gone, and you were starting to like it. I could feel it in the way your body moved… the way your tiny inner cunt muscles beat angel wings on my shaft. I made you bend even farther, took firm hold of your hips, and shafted those coils like I was digging for the rest of the gold. Motherfucker! I'll never forget it! You whimpered, like a fuckin' kid, like a fourteen-year-old, like…" he stopped, unable to finish.
Like me! I completed for him inside my head. I watched him-hands on her round belly, ass humping drive the full length of his cock up in-to Mummy's blonde sheath. And while I watched him, he, over Mummy's shoulder, was watching Tom lift one side of my ass and place the head of his dick against my tight shitter. The glans bored in. I gasped, twisted down until half the meat poker was buried hot in my rectum.
"Katty, you're beautiful," groaned Tom driving, driving, forcing his delicious hard cum machine deep in my bowels.
It was marvelous. Stupendous! I could see the bowed underside of Daddy's ridged tool working in Mummy, not five away, and feel the dick high in my belly. I pressed down. The last fiery inch ground its way past my stretched sphincter muscles. I worked on the shaft, massaging it from within. I sobbed and pressed Tom's hand to the wet lips of my twat.
"Oh, that's good," murmured Mummy. Her beautiful face was contorted, body tense. Her long blonde hair bobbed as she bobbed on the stake. "So… ummm! Good! So goo… ohhhhhhhhhhhh! So fucking! Fucking! Fucking! Fucking… owwwwwwwwwww!"
"And then when I really tore into you," rasped Daddy, fingers spreading the lips of her twat, kneading her bush while they screwed. "When I got you all wet and slippery and… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Nan, baby! Nan! When' I backed off and began plowing with quick even strokes, and you tried to take even more, butting me back against the dash board, trying to take my nuts, everything down there… like now. Like… that's it, baby. Sweet. Sweet white-haired pussy. Take it all Nan. Like the first time. Take every mother fuckin' hard inch of cock I own."
I watched and pretended it was Daddy's big dick in my asshole. But sitting down was no good. I had to get out of the chair. With me on his lap, Tom couldn't retreat far enough to pound it the way I wanted to have it socked to me. "On the floor," I breathed, slipping off his shaft with a loud plop! "Quick. Hurreeeeeeeee!"
I tore off my blouse, my bra, prostrated myself on the coffee table-buttocks high, trembling, aching to feel the return jam of hot meat. I watched Daddy's glistening cock go swiftly in and out of Mummy's sopping wet pussy. I panted. I strained. "Hurreeeeeeeeeeee!"
Dropping to his knees, Tom came up close behind me. "Kathie. Katty, honey baby. Jesus." I felt his hands all over my trembling ass. His fingers slid down the hot crack, spreading my cheeks. The head of his shit-coated cock again bored into me. He planted a quarter, half… two-thirds the length… retreated and rammed the last swollen inch up my rectum. I felt it inside me. Expanding. Breathing. "Fuck me!" I demanded. "Hard! Fuck my ass harder than you ever fucked before."
"Man." Tom pulled back and burned it up into my asshole.
I gulped, fell forward, sliding with the coffee table and knocking the can of whipped cream to the floor. I could feel it at the lower end of my stomach, it seemed. But I didn't care if it tore my insides out. I didn't much care about anything except the cum I knew would soon blast off in my belly. I threw my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust… taking all of his pistoning shaft, and loving the feel, the pain, the exquisite sensation of having my rectum reamed.
The sight of us, on the floor, almost at his feet, must have really turned Daddy on. For suddenly, as if he wanted to be close to me, he unshafted Mummy-lifted her, as if she were a rag doll, straight up and off his long cock-ordered her down on all fours, dropped to his knees behind her, and placed the huge head of his shaft to the mouth of her shitter.
"No. Not that way," Mummy loudly objected. "I… I'm too small back there. Don't put it in me. Don't!"
Daddy rammed the tip home. "Lookit your daughter," he growled. "Fourteen years old, and already knows how to please a man. Give!"
Mummy cast an anguished glance my way. For a moment she watched Tom shafting it to me. Her eyes grew as big as half dollars. She looked from me, back to Daddy, her gaze settling on the ferocious meat shank threatening her backside. "I… I can't"
"It's better than straight fucking," I told her. "Honest! You can feel it in both holes at once… like having two lovely stiff cocks up you at the same time."
Mummy remained unconvinced. She scrambled away from the weapon attacking her anus. "I… I can't take all that hard dick up my ass," she insisted. "I… I… I just can't!"
"The hell you can't!" Daddy caught her. He wrapped his huge hands around her slim waist and squeezed. Mummy gasped. "You'll take it and like it," he told her, gritting his teeth squeezing until her legs came apart, as if she were trying to suck air through her backside.
"Now give!" Daddy repositioned himself… cock jerking and bobbing around until it found and bored once again into her tight brown pocket.
"Oh, God, NO!"
"Shut the fuck up."
"You'll… you'll hurt m-me back t-there. I know it! I know it! I… I can al-r-r-ready feel it t-t-tearing my… n-n-noooo. Oooooooo!"
Daddy ignored her entreaties. It was like watching him rape her mouth all over again. Mummy must really be close-closer than me, I. thought. I had been frightened, too-that first time Daddy asshole-fucked me at the lake. But Mummy! Wow! There were tears in her eyes and she struggled and strained and made noises like a hurt kitten. Convulsive spasms passed through her belly as Daddy drove his gigantic meat spike out of sight… planting until it was buried to the coarse mat of black hair.
"Holy sweet shittin' Christ!" proclaimed Tom.
He was coming, I knew. I felt his dick throbbing, the head growing, deep inside me. Abruptly I un shafted myself, turned, and before Tom knew what I was up to, covered the head of his cock with my mouth. I could taste my own shit. Boy! Today was some hotsy day! I thought. First Popsy and Debbie, the whipped cream and jelly and like that, and now…
"Nan! Baby sweetheart," roared Daddy as Tom s hot prick blasted off in my face.
Tom clutched my head in both hands. He drove the head of his cock back to my tonsils. "Suck it, honey. Suc… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I sucked. I sucked for all I was worth. It was the absolute best, most delicious hot mouthful ever Buckets and bucketsful. Tom kept watching Mummy and Daddy, humping my face, and the cream kept flowing as if it would never stop. And Mummy, too, I noted, despite herself-as on the night Daddy had forcefully taken her beautiful mouth-was beginning to churn her wide ass on the spike up her rectum.
I squealed and sucked. I watched and listened to the sound of naked flesh clapping wetly against naked flesh. And as Tom emptied his nuts inside my mouth, as Daddy's cream seeped out and down the back of Mummy's full thighs, and as Mummy began to enjoy the meat stoking her butt, my hard little pink soldier poked its nose from the soft lips of my cunt, quivered provocatively, and orgasm after warm orgasm swept through my body.
"This kid's some fuckin' blowjob," pronounced Tom as the last gooey drop trickled off in my mouth.
Daddy, who was resting on Mummy's smooth back after emptying his sacs, eyed my body, and said, "Yeah!"
Mummy glanced back at him, a suspicious look in her eye. I could almost see the thoughts racing through her head. There was a sadness in Daddy's voice, a note of regret. Had he, Daddy, tried Kathie, Mummy seemed to be thinking. Was he the one who had initiated her little Katty-girl into the joys of cock-sucking? I watched her big tits sway gently beneath the long white-blonde hair on her head and the peaches and cream texture of her lush body. There was little she could say about me and Tom, I knew. But me and Daddy? Never! I could see the word INCEST blinking like neon-red caution in her heavy-lidded blue-green and gray eyes.
"Christ! If she wasn't my daught…!" said Daddy, as if in answer to my thoughts. Slyly he winked at me. He slid his lengthy dick from Mummy's brown round eye. Fingering her wet pussy, he added, "Just my luck, right? All I can do is watch."
"You better believe it… you!" Mummy retrieved the hot pants, took a lacy handkerchief from the pocket and wiped first her cunt, then her sloppy asshole. She sat on the sofa. "I… I couldn't bear to think of you having… having SEX with our little girl," she continued, speaking to Daddy but never taking her eyes off me. "Why I… I'd just die! I can't believe this is happening, to begin with. It… it seems like just yesterday she was sucking the milk from my breasts, and now she's sucking… sucking-"
"Oh, for cripessake!" I wailed, giving Tom's cock one last noisy suck before letting it jump from my face. I sat, leaned back on outstretched arms, legs wide. I studied Mummy, admiring the heft of her tits… the whiteness of belly and thigh… the blonde bush that caught sunlight from the front window and made it dance and sparkle on thin threads of newly spun gold. She was some piece, even I had to admit. But kind of hokey upstairs, I decided, not wrapped too tight in the head. "What's the difference if I suck Daddy or Tom?" I asked her "Haven't you ever read Browning? A cock is a cock is a cock!"
Daddy cleared his throat. He glowered at me. His dick, which almost never got soft, quickly deflated and hung like a fucked-out boa constrictor. "Just talk," he told Mummy. "She… doesn't mean a word of it."
"Oh, no?"
"Kathie!" Mummy chided.
"Man. Fuck all that jazz," blurted Tom.
"Who cares? Who fucking cares? She's some hot little fucking cocksucker, anyway!" He fondled my titties.
Mummy hurumphed. "She's only a baby. It takes a woman, someone with experience, someone-well, someone like me! to really and truly satisfy a grown man."
"Horseshit!" said Tom.
"Horseshit is right," echoed Daddy. "I had to goddam near strangle her to get my joint in her face."
Mummy reddened. "You're both beasts."
Daddy and Tom laughed. I joined them.
Mummy was jealous, I knew. She was such a baby in so many ways. She was beautiful and sexy and stacked, and, as even a blind man could tell, was crazy for cock. But, like Daddy -about ramming his lovely long shank up my twat, taking my last forlorn cherry, incest and like that-was all tied up in knotty inhibitions. It was sad in a way. Because everyone was indeed screwing, reaffirming my philosophical stand, but not everyone, not Mummy, not Daddy, not even Tom, was enjoying it as much as Debbie and me.
Daddy stood and stretched. He looked from Mummy to me. "How about supper?"
"Supper?" I suddenly remembered the whipped cream. I looked about, spotted the can lying against the short leg of the sofa. Was I up to another quick suck, I wondered. Another hot cock sundae? I studied Tom's dangling joint. Boy! I thought… for a guy Mummy said couldn't stay hard, a one-shooter, he was sure doing swell by me! Although his prick wasn't as rigid as it had been moments before, there was a fat promise about it, and, compared with Daddy's surprisingly limp snake, it was a monster.
Daddy and Tom and Mummy watched me scramble across the floor, retrieve the can, and hold it overhead, as if displaying first prize for cocksucking. "Who's game?" I shouted.
"What game?" Daddy scratched his low slung nuts.
I grinned mischievously. I uncapped the can. I looked from Daddy, to Tom, to Mummy. Placing the spout to my stink-finger, I covered the tip with whipped cream, swirled my tongue suggestively around and around the mess, and, as if it were a small, thin prick, put the finger to my lips and drove it slowly in and out, in and out.
"Kathie!" Mummy gasped. "That's… that's un lady like!"
"Oh…! Fuck the fuck off!" I told her. "Lookit you, for cripessakes. Your mouth's running over with spit just thinking about it."
On my knees, I moved to where Daddy stood. He jumped back when I took his limp cock in hand. "Hold still!" I ordered.
"Right on!" yelled Tom.
"My God!" breathed Mummy. "He… he's your… your father."
I ignored her. And while Daddy grunted halfhearted protests, I covered his entire lower abdomen-pubic hair, dick, sacs and crotch- with the slippery cream. His joint began to grow. It thickened and stood away from the thatch of black hair. It bobbed. It Jerked. It did a dance in midair. I waited until it had grown to ominous proportions, then, still on my knees, taking firm hold of the fat, slippery glans, I walked him to the sofa. Mummy had an icky look on her face. I giggled. I lifted her soft trembling hand.
"So suck!" I told her, placing the length of Daddy's three-quarter-hard member in the hot palm of her hand.
"Yeah!" seconded Tom. "Suck that cock. Let's see you do better than Kathie." He moved to my side stood with hands on hips, hard dick sticking out from the fly of his pants like the prow of a ship.
Me and Daddy and Tom stared at Mummy. She blinked. Her gaze dropped to the hot meat in her hand. She eyed it uncertainly. Was all that in my tight little mouth, she seemed to be thinking. Ten inches… but looked to be at least a foot long! God! Heaven help me!
"How about it, Nan?" coaxed Daddy. "You haven't blown me since the night I made you suck it. Remember how it felt? Going in? All hot and hard and anxious to shoot cum in your mouth? Kiss it! You like whipped cream. Just give it a little love peck there on the head." He moved closer, knees against the cushion. He wedged his leg between Mummy's, made her open. His hand dove into her blonde bush.
"Arumph!" Mummy leaned far forward on the fingers probing the swollen outer lips of her cunt. Her head shot down. Her pink tongue flicked out like a bugler, and stole a dab of whipped cream from the head of the mighty shaft in her hand. She licked her red lips.
"Man," said Tom. "She never would give me a blowjob."
"Thought you didn't like cocksuckers, but I sure in hell like having my cock sucked. And if you're talking about that fuckin' nympho, Evlyn-shit! I was too busy shafting that redheaded pussy to take time out to let her give me a blowjob. I left that to you."
Daddy was no longer listening. Now his dick was completely hard, tip breathing, and he appeared to be concentrating on the clean part down the center of Mummy's long hair. "Just a little suck," he said gruffly. "You don't have to take it all. The head… maybe an inch or two more. Just enough lo give it some heat… a little soft tongue action. Baby?"
Mummy hesitated. But her pelvis had begun to rotate on the fingers up her twat, and the lust, the incontrollable craving for stiff man meat, was apparent in her eyes. Again the furtive pink buglar tongue appeared. It licked the tip clean… crept down the shaft… paused at the roots… retreated. Mummy hiccoughed. She stared wide-eyed up at Daddy.
"It's like the first time we fucked in the car," whispered Daddy. "And before. When I reamed out your tight-Christ! So fucking tight asshole! It's always like that the first coupl-a times. Jesus! Remember how frightened you were the time we fucked in the armchair while your old man lay on the couch watching TV? Talk about scared! Remember what you said when I lifted the dress and dug inside your panties? Remember that, Nan?"
"I… I said you… you were going to put… put your big dick right through me," stammered Mummy. "I… "I thought sure Daddy was going to catch us. But you wouldn't stop. You… you took it out, under the dress, and no matter how… how much I pleaded, begged you to stop, you kept p-p-pushing it up my pussy. I… I didn't think it would work. But you made me so hot, so wet d-down there, I c-c-couldn't t-think, didn't care, h-had to feel you inside me." She considered the hard thing in her hand. Her fingers moved gently, lovingly, from the head, to the tight pubic curls. She bent, pressed her moist lips to the pulsing red tip.
"Ahhh! Um! Suck it, sweetheart. Put it in your mouth." Daddy moved the fat head of his swollen cock slowly back and forth across her slightly parted lips. "Think about all the times you were scared. Like before… the first time in the coupe… the armchair. Think about how… oh Jesus. You're making me crazy with that tongue. Put it in, Nan. Think about how good it was when you got over being afraid."
Again Mummy stared up at him, a big-eyed, frightened and beautiful little girl. "I… I d-don't wanna do y-you s-s-standing up," she breathed.
"Manoman!" choked Tom. "Jesus Christmas!" Boy! I thought, glancing from Mummy, to Daddy, to Tom, back to Mummy. Daddy had some fucking line! All he had to do was get Mummy talking and thinking about things they'd done and she'd fuck or suck or hang from the chandelier. I watched him flop beside her on the sofa. Her hand closed ferociously around the thing in his lap. She squeezed so hard the whipped cream seeped through her fingers. I moved against Tom, unbuckled his pants, and let them fall to the floor.
"It wasn't easy to spike you in that armchair… your old lady banging pots in the kitchen… the old man right there… banging out laughs over some boob on TV while I tried to bang you." Daddy fell back, taking Mummy with him. They stretched out on the cushions, Mummy on top. He pushed her down until the tip of his cock rested between her jiggly breasts, took one soft melon in each hand, pressed them together, and slowly fucked the hot valley between her tits. But once my dick got past the lips, he continued, humping, "past that soft blonde pussy hair, you wiggled that sweet ass… sighing like you do when you're hot… moving down… like my prick was a corkscrew and your cunt was a bottle of wine."
"Oh, Daddy. That's simply beautiful." I wanted to cry, to throw myself on him to tear Mummy's eyes out. I closed my own eyes instead, reciting the ersatz poetry, closed my legs on Tom's shaft.
"Let's fuck, Ratty. We've done everything else. Now I want a shot of that pussy." Tom tried to poke me.
I stopped him. Now, after having been knocked completely askew by Daddy's love words, I was convinced and more determined than ever that no. one-not Tom, not Mr. George, whom I had considered, not fucking Jesus Christ himself if he came down and asked me-no one except Daddy, like it or not, would be the one to tramp my trampoline. I felt almost religious about it.
"Let's just watch," I told Tom. "It's kinky. Like dirty movies… only better." I closed tight on his joint, sawed back and forth, making him fuck the tender flesh at the top of my thighs… allowing his shaft to glide along the lower part of my gash. "Hold my ass," I directed. "Squeeze real hard while we watch."
Tom groaned. His fingers bit into my buttocks. We swayed… dry fucking… watching… listening to Daddy's words:
"… And when I got it all the way in, cock up to your belly button, inside, hot, tight, you threw one leg over the arm of the chair, and we pretended to laugh at the boob on TV so the old man wouldn't catch on. Remember? Go down, Nan. Go all the way down and suck." Daddy abandoned her breasts, gripped her shoulders, and pushed until her face met whipped-creamed pubic hair. Mummy, too, was by now smeared with whipped cream from the mess enhancing Daddy's sex, and Daddy, exactly as me and Tom had done the first time I blew him there on the sofa, twisted around, head to crotch, crotch to head six and nine, and began lapping the creamy stuff off her quivery round belly.
Mummy shivered, sobbed. She licked the cream from the base of Daddy's hard rod. She thrusted her pelvis at him. "Eat me, luv. Put your face in my pussy. It… it's all w-wet with w-w-wanting you."
"First put the head in your mouth," replied Daddy.
"No. You… you first. I… I'll do it, b-b-but you start suc-sucking my c-cunt first."
"Oh, for crying out loud!" I hollered.
Daddy glanced guiltily back to me. A determined look came into his eye. Turning back to Mummy, he spread the pink lips of her cunt with two fingers on each hand and mashed his mouth into the sopping wet gash. He slurped. He bucked his hips at Mummy's face.
"Oh, luv. Luvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!"
Heart beating like the racing wheels of the New York to L.A. express, I watched the head of Daddy's long veiny dick bludgeon its way past Mummy's glistening lips and small white teeth. He grunted. He pulled back and drove half the length of his hardness into her mouth. I gasped along with Mummy. My bellyached. My knees grew watery. I reached down and grasped the stiff cock sawing in and out between my legs.
"Katty," groaned Tom. "Honey baby. Kitten. I gotta have some of your pussy. Motherfuck… ahhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I kissed him. Clamping my knees together, I squeezed the hot tip of his joint between my soft upper thighs and kneaded the fat hairy roots with sweaty fingers. His tongue darted into my mouth. I sucked it… wishing, pretending it was Daddy's hard meat I was sucking. I opened and closed the lips of my twat on his cock. My juices ran sticky and warm down his shaft.
Tom tore his lips from mine. "Katty. Sweet fuckin' Katty. You have to give me some cunt, baby. Now. NOW!"
I glanced from Tom's anguished face to Daddy's taut buttocks. I watched the muscles tighten as he drove more and more of his sex into Mummy's lovely face. Now Mummy held his whipped-creamed nuts in her hand. She raised one leg, giving him a wide open path to her hairy blonde triangle.
"Katty," begged Tom. "Please. Please!"
I couldn't watch anymore. It was making me crazy. "Let's go in my room," I told Tom. "Hurry. I want to suck you off in bed."
Tom took one step-almost fell because of the pants and shorts at his ankles. He cursed and stepped out of the garments. In shirttails, shoes, and socks, he followed me through the living room to my bedroom at the far end of the dimly lit hall.
It was almost dark outside and the last rays of the sun filtered amber shadows through the blinds and drapes on my windows. The room was soft frills and haze. Romantic. The bed was a large rectangular cloud, with fluffy white pillows. The furniture blended with the pale green walls, and. the lamps, on the night tables on either side of the headboard, were tall phallic symbols with harpoon lampshade heads.
Tom grabbed me from behind. We swayed together at the foot of the bed. "Let's fuck, Katty. No more sucking today. If I don't get some of your pussy, I'll go nuts. I dream about it… think about it all day at the store. I can't get that hot little pink gash out of my head." He pressed the tip of his dick between my plump buttocks, let it lay flat in the warm crack. HIS hand crept down my small belly. His fingers moved slowly through my black bush.
"Oh, Tom," I whispered, intoxicated. I felt his fingers tracing the lips of my cunt. Gently. Gently. Ever so gently.
"Your pussy's so fuckin' soft. Man! Like… like silk instead of coarse cunt hair. Let me fuck you, Katty. Anything you want. Name it. Only you have to let me stick my joint up there"
"I… I'm still c-c-cherry."
"Jesus!" Tom's dick shot down, under. The nozzle head probed my twat. He moved his hand in slow circles on my small hairy mound.
"Tom…?"
"Let me bust you, Katty. My dick's so fuckin' hard. Feel it?" He drove the head into the wet lips of my cunt. The lips parted. The glans raked hot across my clit. "Baby love," breathed Tom in my ear. "You can't say no now. You want it. I can tell. I can feel your tight little gash nipping. It wants a cock. Man! I never felt a snapper as anxious as yours is right now."
I moaned. I wanted more than anything to hold a hard cock in my belly. Tom was right; we'd done everything else and it was silly of me to refuse him my pussy. Fucking Daddy! I could hear the loud sucking noises from the front room… feel the rigid meat sniffing, probing, trying to penetrate my vulva. I squatted, bent some and pressed back. Oh God! I thought. Why! Why couldn't it be Daddy!
Abruptly Tom spun me around. His hungry lips covered mine. He inched me back. My legs hit the soft mattress and we fell, arms and legs thrashing, hands groping, caressing, onto the bed. I lay spread eagled beneath him. He pressed down-dick trapped between my pubic mound and his muscular belly. His nuts fell hot and heavy into the space at the top of my gaped open young thighs.
The kiss lasted a long time, until I turned my face away, lungs threatening to explode. Then Tom moved his lips to my nipples. "Sweet little titties," he pronounced in a hot, rasping voice. "So fucking pink. Sugar lumps."
"Suck them then. Bite them."
"Motherfucker cherry. Who'd have thought!" Tom slid farther down on my arched body. His cock dragged through my cunt hair until the tip rested at the tight slit at the top of my love hole. He drew one taut nipple noisily into his mouth… nibbling… sucking… swirling his sandpapery tongue around and around and over the rubbery, rigid pink bud. His hand crept down my belly to the hair. He kneaded. His dick probed.
"Fuck me," I moaned, unable to stand another minute, another second without swollen man-meat filling the hungry emptiness. Would it happen this time, I wondered. Would someone -Tom? Whom Mummy had jilted, because, I now knew, he had gotten tired of her blonde pussy and couldn't pop off more than one time a day-finally break the stubborn elastic like barrier and make me a complete woman?
"Katty, You ready, baby? Gotta have some Man! A maidenhead! A sweet, fuckin' black cherry. I'll go easy, honey."
"Hard!"
"Huh?"
"As hard as you can!"
"Jesus."
"Fuck it into me. Stick your big dick as far up my belly as it'll go. Hurry!" Panting, Tom slipped down my body until the head of his cock rested at the hairy gateway, and the shaft, the long, rock-hard cylinder was pointing like a torpedo-shaped spearhead at my wet twat. He thrust. The tip penetrated. I thrashed about wildly on the bed. I raised my knees. I lifted my hips and wiggled my cunt onto his spike.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Honey baby love." Tom's hands slipped under my plump buttocks. His fingers sought the crack, prying my cheeks open, finger-fucking my anus. Again he thrust, pulling me up to meet him, and driving half the length of his stiff dick up my pussy.
"More! Fuck me good!"
"Katty. If I hurt you…"
"Nooo! I… I want you to hurt me. I… I've been fucked before. B-but the c-c-cherry's still there. It… it won't breeeeeeeeeeeeak!"
"I'll break it, baby. Hang tight. Tight. Oh Christ Jesus. You're so fucking, fucking tight! So close I can't…"
"Harder!" I demanded. "Fuck it all into me. Hurt me. Hurt meeeee!" Frantic, out of my head with wanting his dick in my belly, I raised my knees higher; lifted my trembling half moons a foot off the bedspread, and met his tentative thrusts _ith furious gyrations. I felt him pull back, drive. The fat head of his cock bored its way into the small, tighter than tight opening at the lower end of my inner love channel. "More!" I cried. "All of it. Alllllllll offfffffff ittttttttt!"
"Wait a minute, honey. Hold on."
I felt his fiery love dart slip out of me. "Oh, Tom… nooooooooooo!"
"Shhh. I've got an idea." He reached for one of the soft pillows. "Lift high," he directed.
I lifted. "Put it back in. Hurry. Hurreeeeeeeeeee!"
Tom knelt between my wide open, quivering thighs. He looked down at my pussy, drew breath through clenched teeth. Hastily he folded the pillow and packed it beneath my ass. "Katty. What a sweet fuckin' pussy. Lookit it breathe."
Do it, Tom. Stick it up in me. Quick. Pleeze!" My pussy was sopping wet. Ready. Begging for hot cock.
Again Tom fell upon me. Again the head of his dick found the lower gateway, parted the lips, and bored in. Again he clutched my soft buttocks, lifted me high off the pillow, and planted two-thirds of his meat in my gaping pink hole. I felt, the head grow… expandmg… contracting… expanding. It slid back, almost popped from my pussy, drove. I gasped. I closed my eyes… straining… listening. I could hear Mummy's muffled cries… Daddy's wet tongue noises. And… was that Tom's joint I heard? My cunt was so wet, so sloppy with juice, that his dick slid in and out, deeper each time, with the sound of shoes filled with water.
"Katty. Honey love. I… I can feel it. Tight! Manoman! A tight little drumhead of tissue."
I opened my eyes, looked down. Tom was still on his knees between my trembling thighs, shafting his rod down into me. My breath caught. I watched it slide in, out, in… butting the barrier. His nuts slapped my ass. But the barrier, the fucking unfeminine trampoline, remained intact.
"Harder! Break it. Hurt me. Fuck your dick right through it. Tom? To…ohhh! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
Tom pounded, ground his coarse pubic hair against my soft fur. He held it embedded to the roots, savoring the warmth, the tightness as I was savoring the thickness, the hard length of a pole in my belly. For a moment, he humped, crotch to crotch, balls to ass. Then he lifted me higher, guided my legs to his waist, and gritting his teeth, grinding, doing his damndest to penetrate my stubborn hymen, drove a finger high in my asshole… as if attacking the elastic like barrier: from the rear He strained. He humped every inch, every speck, every micrometer of hard pulsing dick into me.
"More!" I wailed. "It… it's giving. I… I… o wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
"Wait a minute." Again Tom pulled his long wet cock from my sheath. It popped out with a splat. "Turn over… on your belly."
"Huh?"
"I can get more in that' way. Over."
I was by now so crazy, so close to orgasm I really didn't know or care what he was talking about. I rolled over. My belly touched the cool pillowcase. I shivered with hot chills. "Put it in," I choked. "An-y-where! Only do it. Do it! Do it!"
This time, like a rutting dog in heat, Tom attacked from the rear With one swift lunge he drove his poker, roots and all, up my twat. "Oh, sweet Jesus motherfucker! It… it's the best the hottest little fuckin' hole in the state. Move It, Ratty. Gimme a little hip action."
I complied. My buttocks and pussy propped high on the pillow, open,.feeling Tom breathe down on my asshole as he watched his cock slip into me, I rotated my pelvis, worked my inner cunt muscles, milking his tool. Again his bulbous cockhead bludgeoned the. barrier. Harder… each stab sending small pain waves through my vagina. I sobbed. I plowed back. Ignoring the pain, thinking only of the bloated electric thing in my pussy, the tingly sensations his dick caused, I thought, fuck the barrier. It was so good so hot and cold and smooth and grating all at the same time, I didn't much care about anything except reaching-the place where cum mixed with cum and cock and cunt formed an unbreakable pact."
"It… it just won't give," grunted Tom. The damn thing's like… like a fuckin' inner tube. Whoever stretched you did some job. What, you need is a doctor to slice the whole mess out.
I stopped moving. I closed. my legs some, lay flat on the pillow. It was as if his dick had suddenly become a razor. "A d-d-doctor?"
"Um. UMMM! But not now, Katty later we'll talk about surgery. Now… Jesus. My… my joint is stuck tight in your gash. Open your sweet little pussy, for chrissakes.
I opened.
Tom breathed relief. "Now fuck. Fuck and forget about it."
Boy! How could you forget about something like that, I wondered A doctor! A knife in my belly almost! I had heard about girls with cherries that had to be cut. The thin membrane stretched like an inverted rubber, formed scar tissue, and, if a girl wasn't aware it, was unlucky enough to have a stable of little-cocked lovers, she could go through an entire lifetime unaware of the silly damn thing sitting like a rubber Buddha at the top of her channel.
"Katty. Chrissakes. I'm almost ready to come."
"Wait!" This time I slipped free. Darn! I thought, turning onto my back… there I was, with a cock ready to fill me with hot cream, and all I could think of was the screwy thing in my hole. Gaping my legs open, lifting my hips as an offering, I reached for Tom.
"Baby love." Tom tossed the pillow aside. Kneeling between my thighs, he fingered my pussy. His prick stood straight out… glistening wet with my juices… grown to incredible size. A small bead of cum appeared at the aperture. I touched my fingertip to it. He grabbed my wrist, made me hold the hard shaft. He came down on me… heavy… weight on my belly. "Put it in for me, Ratty. Steer the head to your cunt and let it slip in nice and slow."
"Suck my titties first."
"Katty…"
"I want it to last. Mouth my nipples like you did before. Don't you like them?" With my free hand, I cupped the underside of one breast… offering the hard pink peak. "See how it stands up?"
Whining like a puppy, Tom covered half my tit with his hot wet mouth. He devoured the tensile grape crowning the soft white mound. I stroked his thick dark hair. His cock jerked insistently in the palm of my hand. I steered the throbbing glans to my scruff, and teasingly moved it along the outer rim of my triangle.
"That's good, baby. So fucking… ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Tom bit down hard on my nipple, making me wince with pleasure-pain.
"Do the other one," I directed. "I'ts lonely, too. Suck it all better."
His tongue licked down the underside of one tit, around, up the warm valley between the two crests, over and down the upper side of the other mound, to my hard left nipple. Gently he mouthed the rubbery little stone. I sighed. I steered his cockhead to my gash… but held it at bay when he tried to thrust home. I snaked my leg up the back of his thigh and rubbed the glans in the wetness between my woman thighs.
Suddenly Tom grabbed me. His strong arms closed around me, one squeezing the breath from my lungs, the other low on my waist, hand splayed on my bottom. "I can't wait, Kitten. You… you're driving me up the goddam wall with your teasing. Put it in for me. Now!"
"Tell me how much you want my pussy," I taunted, kneading the fat tip of his dick.
"More than anything."
"More than Mummy?"
"More."
"Show me how much then."
"For chrissakes. How?"
"Fuck me." I steered the head of his hot hard cock to the mouth of my pussy. "Shove it in. All the way. Make me quiver all over."
Tom's hips bucked as if someone had set an electric cow-prodder to his behind. His shaft tore through the palm of my hand into my cunt. My stomach muscles tightened at the abrupt thrust. He ground it into me halfway, then, huge hand still splayed on my ass, rolled until we lay side by side. He thrust again. My mouth dropped open. An unrecognizable sound came from deep in my throat.
Kissing my lips, my nose, my heavy-lidded eyes, Tom whispered, "Want the rest Kitten?"
"Yes Oh, yes.
"How much?"
"Bastard!" I brought my balled fists to his chest, pounded.
Tom laughed. It was a low, sexy kind of grunting sound. Instead of thrusting, he applied pressure with the hand on my ass, and I slid like a well-greased piston casing onto his rod. Again my mouth dropped open. It was the wildest feeling. With my legs almost closed one resting on his big muscular thigh, I could feel every ridge, every vein and bump on his shaft, grating against the tender inner walls of my twat.
"There's more," Tom whispered.
"Pleeze!"
"I'll be coming soon, too"
"Then fuck me. Kiss me and fuck me." I lifted my leg higher on his thigh. I reached down, felt with my fingers. There were inches of lovely hard cock outside me.
Tom again applied pressure to my plump bottom. His dick went in farther. But I could still feel the roots, as I measured the hardness protruding from my wedge of black hair. My fingers crept lower… under… to his fat cubes. "All the way," I demanded, squeezing the tender sacs.
This time Tom's mouth dropped open. His face crinkled up, as if he were going to cry. He thrusted and applied pressure with his hand and my cunt, my anxious little pussy, took the last inch of hot meat. He sought my lips. We kissed, sighing, open mouth to open mouth, tongues searching. My hole was engorged… wonderfully full of hot cock.
We moved slowly for a while; prolonging the ultimate thrill. A sweet bottle of wine on a corkscrew, I thought… recalling Daddy's beautiful ersatz poetry. Tom's strong hands explored every inch of my body… pausing to knead here, probe there I felt tiny. Helpless now. At his mercy. I suddenly realized that what I felt against my pert nipples wasn't hard flesh. I worked at the buttons down the front of his shirt, threw it open, maneuvered one arm free, and, when he lifted, pulled the other sleeve out from under his body. I glanced down, giggled. He still wore shoes and. socks. He grinned and kicked the shoes off and I reached down and helped him off with the socks.
Tom fingered my asshole and began a wonderfully slow, rhythmic fuck grind. We said things. Not much sense. My vagina was sore from so much fucking. The tender outer lips of my cunt felt raw But my hard little pink soldier was having itself a ball.
Tom pressed his lips to my ear. "I'm almost ready, Katty."
"Me too."
"Should we finish like this, or…"
"On top. Me on top."
"Jesus. You make me want to fuck all day and all night. Never stop. I don't think I'll ever get enough of your tight little pussy."
"On top. Please."
Tom rolled onto his back, taking me with him. My breathing quickened. I brought my knees up close to his sides… as I had done on the sofa with Daddy the day he stretched my hymen. My tits swayed over his face. His sandpaper tongue flicked out… darted across one hard nipple. I gasped. I lifted my rump to give him room to thrust.
Tom's cock shot up into me.
"Oh, yes."
Again, the glans pulsing inside, me, near climax.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwww!" And again-pubic hair mashing hard into my cunt, dick riding high in my round belly. "Kitten. I… ah, baby. Baby!Babeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
I was lost. The first blast shot into me. I cried. I yelled. I moved my legs down, fell flat… milking his shaft between tightly closed thighs. His cock was a bucking bronco in my vulva-spitting huge gobs of hot cum at my dilapidated, much abused, but nonetheless stubborn stupid cherry.
"Don't stop," I told him. "Never… never ever stop shafting your lovely hard dick into me."