David, the sensitive one, was definitely out. Betsy knew of no empirical evidence that he even had a cock, let alone that he'd be interested in using it on a girl. She needed guys whose past performance was a matter of record, and so she chose Wayne and Jim Marsh. They were cousins but looked more like brothers. She'd dated both of them last school year, though never simultaneously. Wayne was slightly better than Jim but neither was inadequate. It was just what Sibyl needed – a day in the country with a horny young guy who could help her forget about that silly, pathetic daddy fixation. And later she'd find more dates for Sibyl. This wasn't exactly what Ed had asked her to do – she really was pimping for the girl, more or less – but it was certainly the best thing for Ed's daughter. No one had to let him in on the secret; that Sibyl was going to be fucked out of her incestuous attachment to him. He'd assume she was just growing up.
"Remember," she told Sibyl as they waited for the boys to come for them. "Don't get attached. They're like St. Bernard puppies – cute and frisky, but before you know it, they've turned into lumbering clumsy hounds. Use them, then dump them."
Sibyl frowned. "Don't you even like them?" she asked.
"Oh, sure, I suppose," Betsy smirked, "but only for what they can do for me. Anyway, men have been using women that way for thousands of years, and we've always had to put up with it. Finally, the shoes are on our feet. Chin up, Sib! You haven't lost the rubbers I gave you? Well, don't forget to use them. And don't worry about the Pope. He doesn't have a cunt to watch out for."
Betsy's father's uncle was the owner of a large tract of country land not far from Albany, and it was a perfect spot for a picnic. The property was posted, eliminating the problem of snoopy trespassers, Uncle Gerald living in Chicago, and there weren't any neighbors. It was hill, valley and woods, with a lovely meadow set like a bright emerald in the midst of everything, and in the meadow, not far from a silvery brook, Betsy and Sibyl and Wayne and Jim spread their picnic lunch.
Betsy took care of the matchmaking. The boys were easily manipulated, and it was no trouble pairing off Wayne and Sibyl. Sibyl was nervous at first, still rather withdrawn, but Wayne had an easy manner and she began to warm to him. After the picnic debris had been cleared away, Betsy suggested to Jim that he take her for a long walk in the woods, and he was quick to agree. "Later, Sib!" Betsy trilled as she and Jim set off, holding hands.
Sibyl felt more alone than ever before in her life. Wayne was smiling at her as he finished a can of Falls City, and she wondered what he must be thinking. He was a good-looking guy, tall, neatly built, though with a boyish callowness that could get tiresome after a while. He put his hand on her thigh as he stuffed the beer can into the garbage, and he slid closer to Sibyl.
She held her breath, not sure how to react. His hand was powerful and big, caressing the inner curve of her slim leg, and she felt chilly all over. When she inhaled, her tits seemed to lift invitingly, and she saw his eyes take in her nipples. She'd been fitted for today, courtesy of Betsy, in a short pants jumpsuit whose zipper closing was nearly half open. Under the outfit, Sibyl wore only a few drops of Tabu in her cleavage. She felt naked even with the jumpsuit on, but it really wasn't a scary sensation. Her nipples were making stiff points in the clingy material, and her tits seemed to be hardening slightly.
Wayne squeezed her leg, making Sibyl open her mouth in a soundless cry. She leaned toward him, her hand dropping to cover his, and he leaned at the same time. His mouth touched hers before she had time to pull away.
Sibyl had never been kissed before, and she was sorry. It was much nicer than she'd have guessed. His mouth pressed upon hers, wet, almost sloppy, but pleasant, too. She could tell that his lips were parted, so she opened her mouth, a trifle as well, and his tongue grazed her lips.
It tickled. She was on the point of giggling when the boy moved closer to her. One of his hands went round her waist, clenching there, pulling her toward him, and the hand that had been softly touching the flesh of her bare thigh suddenly lunged upward, into Sibyl's crotch. She felt his fingers close upon the swell of her cuntlips and she kicked automatically with one foot.
Wayne took his mouth from hers. Sibyl felt him give a playful pinch, and she could hear the rustle of pubic hair as he used his fingers on her. "No, no, no, no," she whispered in a rush of syllables, but even as she spoke, she found herself wondering why she was telling him no. Wasn't this the reason she'd come here today? Overhead the sun was warm and the sky was the bluest she could ever remember seeing. The meadow smelled of earth and grass and wild flowers. She could hear the trickle of the brook a dozen yards away. Sibyl put her hand on the back of Wayne's head arid combed her fingers through his longish hair. Her mouth formed a shy smile. "I didn't really mean to say no," she told him, lying down. The front of her jumpsuit was askew. If he leaned down, then looked to the side, he'd be able to see the stiff pink tip of her breast.
He didn't bother with such a roundabout method. Wayne lay down beside Sibyl, his fingers locking in the zipper tab, pulling it all the way down. She didn't resist as he pushed the garment aside and exposed her tits. Her nipples seemed to stiffen as he gazed upon them, but it was nothing compared to what they did when he began sucking them. Wayne closed his lips on her nearest teat and began to suck with loud, slurping smacks. He ate her greedily, eagerly, sometimes nibbling, sometimes licking. Sibyl's nipple stiffened in his mouth and she felt her boobs growing numb – even the one he'd not yet begun to nibble.
As he sucked, he started pulling the jumpsuit over her shoulders, so that she was bare from neck to navel. He lifted his head from her tits, smiling. "Lift up," he suggested. Sibyl braced her heels and elbows, raising her ass from the blanket. In a quick, deft motion, Wayne pulled the jumpsuit over her hips. She sank onto the blanket once more as his hands located her naked, red-fluffed pussy.
He used his middle finger like a cock, spearing it into her slit. She was dry, and she moaned in discomfort as he sought to get himself up her. But each prod of his finger seemed to tease Sibyl into juicing a little bit more, and almost before she knew it, his finger was driving into her – a foretaste of what she might expect from his dick in a short time.
Sibyl moaned, but not in discomfort now, as he reamed her pussy with his middle finger. He had big hands and big fingers and he used them in a firm, though crude manner. Occasionally he brushed the fleshy bump where Sibyl's clit lurked, and she could feel her love button beginning to throb as the contacts became more frequent. She twisted her bottom on the blanket, trying to get the correct rhythm, but it wasn't working. She was getting wetter inside, but the wetter she got, the more his reaming finger seemed to hurt the lining of her cunt. She reached down, catching his hand in mid-swirl. "Please," she said, "it doesn't feel good."
Sighing, he pulled his finger out of her hole. Wayne knelt beside the young girl, eyeing her from head to knees. He reached to help her loosen the fallen jumpsuit from her knees, dropping it on the grass beside them. "Now how does it feel?" he asked, ramming his finger up her snatch once more.
"OUCH!" Sibyl yelled, her knees pulling almost to her chest. She could feel his Goddamned nail inside her, scratching, digging. She pulled her knees back even further, and he seemed to shove himself even deeper up her pussy, the rest of his fisted hand battering fruitlessly on her cuntlips as though he wished to diddle her with that part of him as well. Sibyl's ass swayed and her knees rocked from side to side. He kept on reaming and frigging with his finger, and by now she was sloppy inside. She could smell her pussy juices beginning to flow, and she could feel her clit creeping from its hiding place so that the edge of his finger could scrape on her sex button.
His finger-fuck was rough and swift, but there was no doubt he was on solid ground with his approach. Sibyl felt her tits harden and her pussy moisten, and then her body tinged all over, her toes wiggled, and her cunt thrust back at him one, two, three times. He pronged her in reply each time she moved against his hand, there was a tremor around her pussy ups and Sibyl knew that she was having her first orgasm with a boy. It wasn't a great orgasm, but she was coming all the same, and a trickle of pussy-scented juice oozed from her slice as his finger slowed its penetrations.
"Oh, wow," she giggled, sitting up. In the process she dislodged his finger. The smell of her arousal seemed to grow stronger, almost intoxicating. Sibyl made a sneaky-girl face, picked up his hand, and guided it to her cheek. The aroma of her pussy was heavy now, wafting in and out her nostrils. Slyly, she opened her mouth and sucked in his cunt-wet middle finger. She used her lips and cheeks and teeth on it, sucking, nursing, tonguing away the juices that clung to his flesh. It was a curious, musky taste, she decided, though she had sampled it before. Once or twice while masturbating she had been seized with the irresistible impulse to suck dry her sticky, cum-wet fingers. But there was a difference this time, for she could taste, beneath her own flavor, the tang of his young male skin.
Wayne eased his finger from her mouth. He rose to his feet, and said, "If you're in the mood for sucking…" and undid his belt. In a moment he was bare from waist to feet, his cock dangling before Sibyl's eyes. "Try this on for size," he suggested.
"Ur…" she hesitated, seeing a penis in close-up for the first time in her life. It was a deeper shade of color than the rest of his flesh, and he had a lot of hair growing around his balls. His nuts were enclosed in a small, tight-looking sac which hung under his soft rod. A funny odor, too, she decided, eyeing him from a distance of no more than six or eight inches. She could see everything – the rough-looking surface of his cock-head, which had a washed out purple tone; what seemed to be a tiny wart just beneath the scar of circumcision; his smooth scrotal flesh; and his male smell – that was the most intriguing thing. It seemed to touch a responding chord deep inside Sibyl, to set off her reactions in a way she could not control. Her hand moved toward him, fingers stroking his taut, hair-fuzzed balls. He was so warm, she thought. So warm.
Her fingers caressed his bag of balls, then moved, as of their own volition, onto his limp cock. He was soft, but she could feel a muscular tightness beneath the layer of loose flesh. Fascinated, Sibyl squeezed on his pecker. She could feel life begin to flow into him in a sudden rush.
His cock erected much faster than she was expecting. It seemed to swell, to engorge, to lift itself up, steadily lengthening, hardening, its tip aiming directly at her surprise-opened mouth. "Oh," she said gaily, just before the head of Wayne's tool brushed her chin. It was sticking straight out now, and she had only to move her mouth. Just a fraction of motion and he'd slip right inside.
Could she do that? He wanted her to do it. He'd invited her. Women did that kind of thing for men. Cheryl had done it for Daddy, Sibyl remembered jealously, and Betsy had done it for any number of boys. But could she, Sibyl Bogart, do it? Everything in her moral constitution screamed that she couldn't, but her hands were on him, one cupping his scrotum, the other locked around his dick, keeping it in erection. Energy and pulsating excitement flowed through his prick. Her hands could not help but feel that excitement. Sibyl looked up at his face. He was smiling broadly, in hope. She looked at the tip of his cock. It was ballooning up like a medium-sized grape, its naturally mauve surface growing bigger. Sibyl pursed her lips, as if she were smoothing on lipstick. And she moved.
Sibyl made her mouth a loose glove and he thrust inside. He wasn't exceptionally long, not compared to Daddy, she thought. Wayne might boast of five or six inches worth of erection, and he was thin enough, too. His cock pushed into her easily. Sibyl had only to open up and receive.
She opened. Before she knew it, her lips were nuzzling the hairs at the base of his dick, kissing his sac of balls. She could feel the head of his cock somewhere in the upper chamber of her throat. She didn't gag or choke. Indeed, she felt not the slightest discomfort or doubt as she sucked him, fully buried in her acceptant mouth.
"Oh, Jesus!" Wayne yelled, grabbing her head and pushing in futility. He couldn't get anything else into her but he could try. Eagerly, he thumped his groin against Sibyl's mouth, making his cock jiggle in her throat. He achieved nothing, except perhaps an intensification of his delight at being sucked so perfectly.
Sibyl clutched him with her lips, making them a tight ring on his cock as he began to pummel her. She squeezed, her cheeks pulling in to suction him, and she no longer needed to hold him with her hands. She moved one hand to his hip, the other to his ass. She wondered if she was doing it right. Was she hurting him? She could feel his body tremble, she could feel goosebumps popping up on his ass. Her fingers dug into his hard young male flesh and she used her mouth more tightly. She heard him groan, but it wasn't a groan of pain. "Baby!" he sighed.
She was doing it right! She knew she was! Sibyl smiled as she sucked, and then she felt him pulling out of her oral cavity, his cock sliding out of her throat, gliding across her tongue, retreating until only the head was still inside her and that because her teeth closed into position behind the ridge and held at least a portion of his cock.
"Here I come again," he informed her, thrusting his way back inside. Sibyl opened up to receive him, and again she felt his dick lurching into her. More goosepimples on his ass, more shivering in his leg.
It was as if she'd always known exactly how to do this, she thought. When she made her head twist from side to side while he rammed his cock into her mouth, she could feel him reacting in excitement. When she used her tongue on his thrusting cock she could sense the blood coursing into his veins, keeping him hard and ready. And when she pulled her cheeks in, using their inside surfaces to caress the sliding wet lance, Wayne couldn't repress his moans of joy. Sibyl felt a golden glow spreading over her body, a glow of pride in a job well done, and she could sense that her cunt was once more growing wet, trickles of juice oozing forth to dampen the sparse red beaver hairs. She took her hand off his hip and let it slip down to her cunt. With two fingers she began to rub her wettening slice, the strokes growing more brisk with each repetition, until her clit seemed to be stuck out as long, as hot, as wet, as the cock on which she gobbled.
"God," Wayne said, "I don't fucking believe this!" He kept lancing his way into her mouth, filling her with his cock as many times as he could manage, and Sibyl kept sucking on what he had to offer, giving it the full throat treatment.
On the edge of the woods, Betsy and Jim stood watching. "Look at that!" Betsy gloated. "Will you look at her?" Jim was looking, but not all the time.
He'd lifted Betsy's dress – she'd worn a long-skirted gown today – and his hand was busy between the bare cheeks of her ass. She didn't need underwear with a long dress, she had reasoned, and now she was happy, because the absence of panties made Jim's work easier. He'd already parted the dark fleece of her cunt with his fingers, and he was busily frigging her clit and tickling her meaty cuntlips. She was leaking a wet, cunty fluid on his hand and she knew she'd be ready for a screw in another minute or so, but right now she was content to be foreplayed while she watched Sibyl giving the most remarkable job of head Betsy had ever seen.
It was almost impossible to believe that Sibyl was tasting a prick for the first time. She sucked like a pro. Wayne didn't have a giant cock, but it was no dwarf either, and Betsy couldn't suck it without plenty of effort and concentration. But Sibyl had swallowed it to the fucking hilt, first stroke, and she was kissing him on the nuts every tune he pushed it to her. Far out! Far fucking out!
Jim was on his knees behind Betsy, and she leaned forward so that her hem wouldn't fall down on him. He steered her legs into position, widely separated, with her cunt on display, and then he shoved his face between them. "Ouch!" Betsy yelped as his teeth grabbed her pussy lips and held on like a dog with a bone. He wasn't the best lapper in the county, but he had plenty of enthusiasm. If he just didn't bite off her clit. That was the only thing to worry about.
Pleasure blossomed inside Betsy as she bent over to be eaten, but she was careful to give Sibyl and Wayne most of her attention. This was a red letter day in Sibyl's life. If something went wrong, it could be traumatic. But it really didn't look as if anything were about to misfire. Betsy's eyesight was sharp and precise, and she could see that Sibyl was playing Wayne's cock like she would a fine violin. By the end of the day, Sibyl should have forgotten all about that childish fixation she had for her dad. She'd have discovered the wonderful world of boys.
Jim was licking her now, his tongue flitting up and down in Betsy's gash. He had a nice way of licking, though his fuck technique tended to be rather crude and to the point. Hop on, stick it in, and jiggle till he squirted her belly full of jism. Most boys were that way, she reflected. Jim's raw talent for eating snatch was a point in his favor. Of course, she'd take a man any day. A man like Ed Bogart, for example.
Betsy tried to pretend that it was Ed reaming her cunt at the moment, rather than Jim, but the thought didn't quite work. Ed had a genius for eating pussy and Jim was pathetic in contrast. But he was all she had at the moment, and he was doing fine considering. She wiggled her ass, sliding her cunt against his nose and mouth, encouraging him.
"Lick a little faster, would ya, huh?" she sighed, squeezing her tits through the bodice of her gingham dress. She could feel the nipples punching up to tickle her palms. Mmm, she thought, I'm gonna need a little piece of sausage before much longer.
Sibyl's throat was a greasy, sucking tube for Wayne's cock. She held him with one hand fondling her pussy with the other as she ate him, and he steadied himself by caressing her red hair. She couldn't get over how slickly he rammed his way into her, how graciously her mouth and throat opened to accept him, let alone how much she enjoyed having him there. God, she thought, no wonder Cheryl had been so eager to suck Daddy's cock that day! If it was twice as sweet as this one.
She experimented, relishing the newfound sexual response that was blossoming inside her. She sucked him with alternate hard and light pressures, using her tongue in ways that seemed to occur like divine inspiration, and her fingers stole into the crevice of his ass, tickling him there, making him wiggle as he stood giving her meat. His unsteadiness had an interesting effect on the penetrations of his cock, she noticed, and she fingered his asshole a little more overtly to see what else she might summon forth.
His cock felt so hard and hot in her mouth, but it had a certain yielding quality, too. Not once did she feel strangled by him. Her mouth hadn't the slightest difficulty taking him when he plunged – indeed, it seemed much more reluctant to let him go, when he was interested in jerking his dick away and ramming it to her afresh. Sibyl had been Betsy doing this to a boy, and she had mentally branded Betsy a slut, a girl bound for hell. Well! Now she was doing it, too, and she didn't feel at all like a slut or a bad girl, and the fires of hell seemed a long way off and not beckoning to her at all. She felt good. She felt like a woman for the first time in her life.
She sucked loudly, voraciously, her lips smacking around him as he plunged again and again. The thrusts he made, to the upper part of her throat, were becoming so familiar, so reassuring, that Sibyl wondered if she'd be able to endure not having him there. What if she became addicted? she asked herself. What if she had to go around everywhere, all day long, with a cock buried to the hilt in her sucking mouth?
Her hand moved faster and faster in her cunt. She had two fingers buried in her tight young hole and she rammed them in and out with the same ferocity Wayne used to fuck her mouth. I'm getting it from both ends, Sibyl thought.
Even her pussy didn't feel so tight now. She'd been more than a little nervous about approaching her first fuck, afraid that her orifice was too snug to accommodate a penis. But now, after a hand-job from Wayne, during the one she was giving herself, Sibyl could feel the lithe resilience of her cuntal muscles, the way they stretched and yielded as limberly as her mouth stretched to let Wayne's cock plunge inside. She fucked herself with two fingers, then added a third, her pussy loosening to allow it entry. There was a strain, but only at the very start, and she knew that when her time came, she'd spread her legs, kick her feet high into the air, as Betsy had directed, and her first lover would mount her and stick his cock into her waiting hole. She would be fucked and it would be beautiful.
She scooped with those fingers in her cunt, reaming and dredging the mucky swamp of her sex, and her tummy felt as if it were turning upside down. Her clit was swollen enormously and her fingers brushed it every time she worked them inside her gash. Each stroking pass sent a fresh chill up Sibyl's spine, till her brain seemed numbed.
Her mouth sucked harder, harder, ever harder on Wayne's dick, and she could feel him holding onto her head for dear life. His ass was tight where her hand squeezed it, muscles rippling and tensing in his buttock. Sibyl gripped him more firmly, sighing around his cock in her mouth, and she threw all remaining decorum out the window. She'd be orgasmic in a second – just a second – a few more clit squeezes, a couple more thrusting finger stabs.
Sibyl came in a torrent of juice and contractions, her belly and pussy jerking in alternation, and she started moaning to the cock which filled her orality. She could feel it throbbing a reply to her whining and as it throbbed, the blood pounded in its veins. She felt him swelling in her mouth, bigger, harder, thicker. She leaned toward him, clamping her lips to the hair at the base of his pecker.
"Nnnnngghhh!" Sibyl whined, Wayne's cock somewhere in the middle of her throat, her right hand buried finger-deep in her coming pussy, her face lurching from side to side on Wayne's pecker.
He moaned too, a howling cry that seemed to be ripped from the middle of his soul. His fingers dug into Sibyl's head, strong enough, or so they seemed, to crush her skull by their pressing eagerness. She felt his cock swell again, this time ballooning enormously, so fast, so furiously that she thought she might be smothered by its size. Her mouth was full of him. Again Sibyl groaned and the vibrato of her cry, echoing along the shaft of Wayne's dick, onto his jiggling sac of nuts, did what even her enthusiastic suckling had not done.
He pulled from her throat, intending to ram it to her again, and his cum overtook him on the way. His cock-head hesitated at the entrance of Sibyl's throat. She was still groaning, the root of her tongue jiggling beneath his cock, and he howled like a triumphant beast as he ejaculated his cum down her still open throat.
Sibyl felt his greasy cum burst from the tip of his dick, and she knew that it was coursing down her throat in thick, warm streams. She couldn't taste it – he was giving it to her straight, too far back, too fast, too hard – and none of it had yet seeped down to tickle her taste buds. But there seemed to be so much of it! He kept quivering and jerking in her mouth, shooting jism so abundantly that she couldn't take it down her throat at once. Some of the jizz oozed into her cheeks and she held it there, sloshing it around the imbedded shaft while he gave her even more.
Wayne's cum rolled inside Sibyl's mouth. At last she could sample its flavor. It had a strong taste, not entirely pleasant, and the consistency was a little too thick and greasy to suit her. The longer she retained it without swallowing, the less pleasant Wayne's cum became. It seemed to be curdling. She made an effort to swallow all that remained with her mouth and, as she did, Sibyl noticed that her first lover was no longer squirting, that his cock's orgasmic throes had subsided and he was beginning to go soft in her mouth.
He diminished quickly, it seemed, and she watched as he oozed from her mouth accompanied by a few trailing streams of his cum. Sibyl made no effort to lick up the spillage, and it trickled down her chin as she stared at Wayne's temporarily depleted cock. He was very wet, very red, his pecker flesh white and creamy where stray drops of jism clung, and when she touched him with her fingers he felt small and so sticky! Tender, too! Her thumb scraped the underside of his cocktip and he groaned, knocking her hand away. Sibyl petted him for a moment or two, smiling as she watched his cock striving to erect itself once more. Wayne panted, dropping to his heels. He squatted on the blanket while she took his prick in hand and coaxed it hard again.
"I've never done that before," she confessed with a dainty blush. "I've never let a boy touch me before. You can be the first."
"I already am," he pointed out.
"I guess so," Sibyl agreed. Her hands had brought him to a semi-erection. She kissed his cock and saw it stiffen a bit more. "I'd like to be fucked now," she went on. "And after that…"
"One thing at a time," Wayne grinned. She moved as his hands directed, stretching out on her back. He brought her knees up, showed her how to hold them out of his way, and then he knelt in position, touching his cock to the tight, pink pussy she was displaying to him.
He stroked her with his cock, touching the little curls of red hair, touching the bare spots were pubic fleece had not yet sprouted, and then he glided his prick up and down her delicately splayed cuntlips.
"Oh!" she said in surprised delight. He was hard again, as hard as ever, and his cock felt like a battering ram on the door of her virgin cunt. Thank God there would be no blood, she remembered, although she was positive she would have some degree of pain. She'd managed to get three fingers into her pussy, but they'd not gone as deeply nor as fiercely as she knew Wayne would go in her pussy, and she only prayed that she wouldn't embarrass herself by crying or acting like a baby.
A baby! Oh, my God! Sibyl thought. "Wait!" she commanded, rolling onto her side, reaching for the jumpsuit he'd helped her out of. It had one pocket, on the lower left side, and in that pocket were the condoms Betsy had given her this morning. They weren't the surest method of birth control, but they were the best that Betsy could manage on short notice. Wayne sat up, watching as Sibyl undid the wrapper and fished out one rubber. "Here," she said, offering it to him. "You have to wear this." He looked disappointed his cock sticking up all big, hard, ready.
"It's okay," he suggested, "I'll pull it out before I cum."
Betsy had said he'd try that. "No," Sibyl insisted. "You have to wear this before you fuck me."
Grumbling, he took the condom and started to roll it onto his pecker. Sibyl watched in fascination as the rubber sheath took shape around his tool, transparent, nippled at the end to help receive his semen when it came, and she couldn't resist stroking him with her hand after he was fully armored. It was slick, almost gritty dry. What else had Betsy said? Of course! She bent over, took his sheathed cock in her mouth, and sucked until her spit glistened on the rubber. Now he should be lubricated enough for insertion. Sibyl sat back nervously, testing her snatch with a finger.
Jesus! She was wet enough for two! Her cunt was dripping wet, as if she'd pissed herself during the preparations. She, rubbed her pussy, felt the lips part to suck a finger inside, and she knew that she was ready for her first fuck. Moving onto her back, she pulled up her legs, just as she'd been told to do, and she moved her bush from side to side. "Hurry," she whispered. "I can't wait any longer!"
Neither could he. He shoved his cock into her cunt, screwing her deeply that first time, and Sibyl's pussy opened for him as lusciously as her mouth had, earlier. She felt him slam her hard, thick, fast, and the friction of his rubber-clad dong inside her was suddenly more unbearable than an hour's masturbation with both her hands. She screamed, as he penetrated her pussy and her ass bounced up to meet him. His cock pressed deeper, balls dangling on her buttocks cleft, his pubic hair tickling her cuntlips. She wanted to scream again, but no matter how widely she opened her mouth, only a hoarse choking wheeze came forth. Her eyes were bulging, seeing nothing. Not even his face.
Sibyl blinked hard, trying to clear her vision, and a blur began to take shape. Wayne was rearranging her legs, now that he was in her. One leg he brought around him, letting it curl at the small of his back, while the other he braced with his arm, keeping it high in the air.
She felt as if she were being split open, but it was a delicious kind of torture. Sibyl clutched at him with her crooked leg, pulling him to her, keeping him there. Her clit was swelling like an over-inflated balloon. His cock was rubbing her clit to an excruciating rawness. She could feel, smell the cuntally perfumed liquids of her pussy as they bathed his imbedded dick. Sucking him had been a delightful discovery; fucking him – God, what could she say about fucking him? She wanted to pull him deeper inside her, ever deeper, no matter if his belly was already jammed against her cunt and his prick driven as deep as a well-joined nail.
"Oh, do it," Sibyl whispered. "Do it, do it, do it, do it!!!" Her body heaved beneath him, her legs vined and twined on him, her hands and pussy and stiff, thrusting nipples each beckoned their own brand of invitation. He fucked her. He pulled from her, fucking her with a fast-paced attack whose eagerness almost compensated for its lack of subtlety. Sibyl didn't care. She had no ground for comparison. She could only accept.
Accept she did. Her eyes swam in a haze of mist, and his face moved in and out of focus before her gaze. Her body lunged to meet his thrusting jabs, and she knew that she could never again regard this as a degrading experience. It was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to her. How could she have lived so many years and not realized that she was born for sex? Her body knew. She had no control over her responses to Wayne's cock, but she knew instinctively what to do, and she did it. His prick thrust up her, she could hear him sigh in pleasure, and she knew that he liked it as much as she did.
Her legs slinked round him. Now she was clutching his body with both her thighs, for he'd given up the struggle to keep that one foot high in the air. Sibyl pulled him even closer. The strength of her thigh muscles was astonishing to the girl as she contributed a proficiency she hadn't known she possessed.
She closed her eyes, allowing him to kiss and nibble her cheek and chin and mouth. He had a warm, manly smell, and, she thought with eyes shut, she could almost imagine – oh, no! Sibyl fought to control herself. No! It was wrong! She shouldn't! Wasn't that the very thing she was trying to work out of her system? She couldn't allow herself.
Her voice was a thin purr and she could not stifle it, no more than she could prevent the sudden blinding flash of orgasm which flooded her body. Sibyl sighed, cooed, moaned, melted. The body atop hers, the body which fucked her so insistently even as she rippled and fluttered, seemed to transform before her blurring eyes. She could be sure of nothing she saw. "Oh," she said weakly, "please fuck me!" Did a voice answer her? She could have sworn – a deep resonant male voice, stronger and truer than Wayne's thin young tones – a voice that said, "Of course, darling, I'll do anything to make my little girl happy."
She blinked – she stared at the face above her own – was it – she couldn't be sure. "Oh, Daddy!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, at the fever point of her orgasm, her hands and legs enfolding the body tightly, no matter whose it was. She could feel the tip of the rubber jerking at the mouth of her womb, jerking and filling with the jizz which gushed from the tip of the cock inside. "Oh, Daddy!" she screamed again, and then she couldn't speak at all.
In the woods not far away, Betsy Pike was licking cum from the end of Jim's pecker when she heard Sibyl's ecstatic cries. Oh, hell, thought the blonde girl, rolling a drop of jism on the tip of her tongue. It hadn't worked after all. Sibyl still had her dad on her mind. Give me time, Betsy added silently, her mouth moving swiftly on Jim's pecker. Sibyl had sixteen years of subconscious incestuous passion to wipe away. But it could be done. Betsy knew it could be done.