"Louise," Jennie called, "aren't you ever coming out of that shower? Your breakfast is ready!"
"I'll be down in a minute," Louise called over the water.
She rubbed the soap over her wet pussy again and again. She had taken three showers since being fucked by Marty Franks the night before. None of them had washed away her guilt. The guilt wasn't that she had finally been fucked. In Louise's eyes the guilt was that she had loved it so much and had already decided to do it again as soon as possible. The soreness between her legs was slowly fading away, but she knew that she'd never be the same again. She was changed.
She stepped from the shower and reached for a large white towel that hung by the door. Her womanly body, all tits, hips and thighs, appeared before her in the mirror and she wondered if she was the only one who could tell the difference.
"I'm not a virgin!" she said aloud, savoring the feel of the words. "But why did it have to happen that way?"
She remembered scrambling up and away from Marty's body, the moment he had rolled over to the side. His big prick, by then deflated, had slipped from her torn cunt and dangled beside her bare thigh. Then she was up, quickly, and running as fast as she could.
"Louise, will you get down here?"
She pulled on a robe and went downstairs to join her mother for breakfast. Louise walked into the kitchen and nodded to herself, as if she had already known, when she saw her mother and her Uncle Ernie in a passionate embrace. It had all been carefully planned.
Jennie took a step back from Ernie and he opened her negligee and began to kiss her tits. The nipples were standing at attention before his tongue even touched them.
Jennie reached over to his crotch and squeezed his cock. It was hard as a rock. She removed her hand from his prick and reached up and pushed his head away from her breasts. She turned to face her daughter.
Louise looked at her mother, whose negligee was wide open so that her tits and pubic triangle were not even hidden by the flimsy material of the one garment that she was wearing.
"Honey," Jennie began, "your Uncle Ernie and I have a confession to make to you."
"You don't have to tell me, Mother," Louise calmly said. "You've been fucking Uncle Ernie."
"Yes… how…"
"I watched you on the back porch last night. And I heard what you said about Uncle Ernie and me." Louise turned her smile on her uncle. "And I'm ready, Uncle Ernie."
"Thank God," Jennie sighed. "C'mon, let's all go up to the bedroom and have some fun!"
A heavy weight lifted from Jennie's shoulders as she led her lover and her daughter to the bedroom.
Everything was going to be all right. Her daughter would learn to love and appreciate sex in all its wonderful forms. She and Louise would grow to be more like sisters as they shared lovers.
And share they would. Jennie knew that Ernie was getting tired of her. But now, with Louise added to the game, he would be around for several more years.
And there would be more than Ernie to fill Jennie's bed on lonely nights, she thought, just as soon as she could get Louise together with Paul Hays. Jennie planned on getting a lot more of that potent young stud's cock!
In the bedroom, all three of them stripped naked. Jennie lay back on the bed and Louise calmly watched as her Uncle Ernie placed his head between her mother's thighs and slid his tongue into her juicy cunt slit.
Louise looked at her mother's face. She had never seen that expression on the woman's face before. The face was so distorted that the young girl almost didn't recognize the writhing body on the bed as that of her mother.
Jennie's head was already rolling from side to side. Her lips were drawn back and her teeth were clamped together. Drool started dripping out from the sides of her open lips, and a constant moaning came from the depths of her soul. The fingers of one hand pounded into the bed, while the fingers of the other were curled into Ernie's hair, pulling as though she were trying to shove his entire head up into her cunt.
Then Louise looked at her Uncle Ernie. His head was twisting and turning as he pressed his face into her mother's dripping cunt. His tongue was flying in all directions, in and out, up and down and back and forth. His head worked at her mother's cunt like a pig in a sty.
"SUTJUUUUULJUCKIT!" Jennie screamed. "Suuuucck it, you wonderful cunt lapper! Eat me out, Ernie! I wanna cream in your mouth! I'm ready… to… here I coooooommmmmmmme!"
Louise watched her mother as the woman pushed her cunt harder against his face. And then she collapsed under his tongue and pushed his head away from her dripping cunt. Ernie licked the cunt juice that was running down her mother's pubic hair.
He turned to Louise and smiled. "You want a little of that now, kid?"
"Not particularly," Louise said, and moved to the door. She paused there, then turned to stare at their astonished faces. "Oh, by the way, Mother…"
"Yes?"
"Did you know that Daddy has been fucking Paul Hays' sister, Alice, all summer?"
Louise didn't wait for a reply. She turned on her heel and left the room.
They reached the end of the dock and Paul jumped down into a small boat. He raised his hand to Louise.
She climbed in beside him, and soon they were racing out over the lake, the sound of the motor loud in their ears and a wake of water streaming out behind them.
Paul cast occasional glances at Louise as she sat silently beside him, her hair streaming in the wind one hand clutching her sweater close to her tits.
"How old are you, anyway?" Paul asked finally, shouting out the words over the roar of the motor.
"How old are you?" she bantered.
"I'll be twenty next month," he replied. "Now you answer."
She giggled suddenly and they burst out laughing. The whole thing was very funny! Welt I may be young, she thought but I've had experience.
"I'm eighteen, Paul do you like younger girls?" Paul thought for a long moment without answering. So far, he had found little that he didn't like about Louise. She was different. Shy one minute, bold the next.
"I guess that makes us both old enough, doesn't it?" He smiled.
"And wise enough," Louise replied.
Paul whirled the wheel and headed the boat for a deserted island in the center of the lake.
When they reached it, he stepped from the boat and gave her a hand. They walked into the interior of the island, away from the marshy land near the water. Harbored from the wind, the night became softer and warmer. Fallen branches and twigs snapped with a comforting sound beneath their feet.
They came to a clearing and Paul turned to face her. "Okay?"
"Okay," she nodded.
Paul drew her toward him, his hands encircling her waist. As their lips met, so did their bodies. Louise thought she would pass out from the unbelievable explosions that took place where her soft cunt pressed tightly against his hard cock.
"I'm going to fuck you."
"I know," she replied, "and I'm going to fuck you back."
Paul pulled her back to him, and kissed her again, this time inserting his tongue between her lips, until he could feel her tongue wet and warm in the dark interior of her mouth. His hands moved along her back, sliding up and down, and pulling her still closer with increasingly powerful massage-like motions that made Louise feel completely at his mercy.
She moaned as his hands moved under her sweater and up to the clasp of her bra. Her tits were smashed against his chest, and they felt alive like they'd never felt before. The tips were jutting into the material of her bra, making them feel itchy. The tingling was all over her, running around in her belly, her thighs, up the backs of her long legs, and in between them it was beginning to feel prickly and moist.
The clasp was undone, swiftly and easily, and she felt Paul's hands move around her on either side, touching and sliding over the skin that had so recently been covered by the side straps of the bra. His hand slid under, cupping her heavy tits as though weighing them, and his tongue never ceased its constant see-sawing into her mouth.
Louise moaned again, this time unable to contain herself. She moved against him and he took the opportunity to raise his hands to her stiffly-pointed nipples. Taking them between his fingers, he rolled them and pinched them softly, slowly.
Then he was bending her down, down, down, until suddenly she was lying flat on her back and Paul's entire body was pressing flat against hers. Her desire left her limp and breathless beneath him, and she hardly had the strength to lift her ass so that he could remove her skirt.
Again his body covered hers. His leg went between her thighs to caress her pussy lips that had already soaked her panties with their hot juices. His groin was pressing against hers, and the hardness of his cock nudged into her lower belly.
"Oh, honey, you feel so good," Paul breathed, his lips tracing lines along her cheek from her ear to her mouth.
"Oh, Paul… darling," Louise panted. "Darling." Above her, she could see the trees and shrubs that surrounded them. "Ooooooh!" She jerked a bit as Paul's fingers rose up into the dampness between her young thighs, beneath the panties' elastic leg band. His hands continued working as she began to squirm beneath his body.
She started writhing back against his fingers. He was breathing hotly against her, while his fingers dipped into her juicy cuntal slit, teasing, stroking, brushing up and down with maddening persistence.
Then she felt the heat of something warm and smooth against her leg. It was big and hot and throbbing. His hand moved slowly now in her tingling cunt, all his fingers moistened by her flowing juices.
"My pussy," she groaned. "Put your fingers in my pussy!"
Paul's fingers quickly searched out the tiny opening of her cunt, easing down to its slit, and then his finger rushed up as far as it could into the warm, moist cavern.
"Yesssss!" She felt his finger burrowing deeper and deeper. She began to groan loudly, her head tossing from side to side, her ass tightening as she raised her pussy mouth up to meet him.
"I want you, baby. Oh shit, how I want my cock in you!"
"Oh, Paul!" Louise moaned aloud, as she felt him moving up onto her, his hot cock bobbing against her thigh.
Paul moved his head down to the opening of her sweater, and began to softly lick the mound of her tit, while at the same time one hand began to slip her panties down from her hips, the other continuing its assault on the soft, hair-lined edges of her aunt.
Louise found herself helping him, raising her hips at the right moment so that the flimsy panties slid off easily and her quivering pussy was exposed to the fresh breeze that blew in from the lake. It was also nakedly exposed to the chunky, blood-filled head of Paul's cock as he lay now between her slightly spread legs.
Paul eased his hand from the lips of her pussy, pulling his fingers slowly, letting them wind around the curls of soft pubic fur.
His lips found her tits. Louise pressed her tits together tightly so that he could work on both nipples at the same time. He was driving her crazy with his licking, blowing and sucking on her gigantic tits.
Paul wanted to take his time, and he did, slowly began to lick his way down away from Louise's luscious, melon-like tits to her belly. He could feel the fire burning through her skin. Her moaning and pleading only increased his excitement. He felt her hands on his head, pushing him down toward her pussy.
He obliged by moving his tongue into the black-furred bush. Louise was pressing up with her body flying to get her aunt against his face. But he just stayed where he was, licking and teasing her to the point of insanity.
"Fuck me, darling," she pleaded. "I don't need your tongue now… I need your cock!"
Paul struggled back up her body until his thick cock was pushing at the entrance of her sensitive pussy. Then the entire cockhead slipped inside the tight ring of flesh.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!"
Every portion of her went out to him, her anus folding around his neck, bringing his lips closer to hers. Her mouth attacked his with a wild frenzy, and her legs went up and around his back, forcing the long pole of his cock deep into the warm, slippery depths of her clasping pussy.
"Oh, Paul, Paul! Darling, darling! Ah! Oh!" she moaned as flames of desire enveloped her, making her surrender completely to the wondrous thrills mushrooming from her besieged cunt to every part of her body.
"You're not a cherry," he said.
"No. Does it matter?"
"Hell, no," Paul replied. "Fuck me!"
The repugnance she had felt with her first real fuck was completely forgotten as Paul sent chill after chill racing up and down her spine.
She felt like an animal, clawing, climbing, reaching for him, trying to get more and more of his wonderful cock inside her. She felt like she could go on forever taking the magnificent ramming of Paul's hard-thrusting prick. He fucked at a breakneck pace, rushing into the softness of her cuntal slit and then shooting up to the end of the tight tunnel, then retreating so that only the knob of the head was in the narrow opening.
It was wonderful! Small squeals of delight escaped her lips as she felt herself crushed beneath the hard, muscular body. Perspiration beaded her forehead as the delicious fucking continued, and she was rocketed to greater and greater heights of lust.
Paul's hands slipped beneath her wriggling ass cheeks, holding the creamy moons in a firm grip, manipulating the tight, tender silt around his stroking prick.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, suddenly quickening his stroke. "Oh, Louise!"
His cock struck hot and deep like a stabbing poker, pulsing and throbbing as the sucking muscles of her cunt milked him for all he was worth. The pounding of their groins against each other created a wet, slapping noise.
"Oh, Paul, I want to fuck you forever," Louise moaned. "Forever and ever!"
"We will, baby, we will."
For a few moments, he slowed his pace, and then quickened it again, skewering wetly into the drenched recesses of her cunt, shaking her behind around his cock so that it pushed against the sides of her cunt channel, stretching the elastic flesh and creating new waves of exquisite pleasure.
It was so overpowering, so intense that no thought existed in Louise's mind other than Paul and Paul's cock. His lips sucked at hers while her tongue tasted his saliva. Their bodies rocked and writhed, rolling sideways and continuing the mad fucking. From his side, Paul rolled them both over once more so that Louise was sitting on top of him. They had managed the move without once losing a stroke.
The deeper penetration sent Louise into a frenzy. The hot friction of his cock so deep in her cunt set her to bucking up and down, riding him, taking him, raping him, screaming her enjoyment, her hair flying, tits released from her sweater to his roving hands.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she wailed. "I love it! Ooohhhh, PAUL!"
She was pumping up and down on the magnificent pole of his cock, controlling it, meeting its rhythms, relishing each new impalement, feeling his hips arch up to meet her. She was transported by that swollen giant.
"Oh, Paul, it's happening… it's happening!" she suddenly cried out. "Oohhhhhhhh!" She struggled for breath as the orgasm approached, catching her up and taking her away with it.
Even as she trembled, her entire body shaking violently against his, she felt the stiffening of his cock and then the hot, spewing cum spurting into her womb as Paul released his boiling jism with a last upthrust into her convulsing cunt.
Dazed, she collapsed against his heaving chest, ignoring the cold air on the white skin of her exposed ass, still feeling the retreating shivers of her orgasm.
"You're something else," Paul gasped beneath her. "Far out!"
"I know," Louise said, "and we'll keep it that way."
"We won't go back?"
"No. Never. I don't want to be a pimp for my mother, and I don't want you to be set up for stud service."
"Is that why you brought a bag?"
"Yes. Did you tell Alice?" Louise raised up and looked down at him.
"Yeah. They're all gonna get the shock of their lives!"