He stood still and devoured the form of her young body with his eyes, afraid she'd be scared if she saw him gazing at her nakedness. Actually, she was wearing something, but it was only a thin, wispy nightie that came only a few inches below her rear end. The way her adolescent breasts pushed out from underneath and the way the twin globes of her provocative little buttocks pressed out behind, she might,as well have been entirely naked. He could even see the firm line of her thighs so clearly under the paper-thin garment that he was able to tell quite easily she wore no panties under it.
He remembered how slim and sweet her legs had looked earlier that night when she came to the head of the stairs to tell him about where Jerri was. He felt himself getting hard under his shorts. Suddenly she turned and spotted him.
"Oh!" she cried. "What… what are you doing up here in just your shorts and tee-shirt? I… I've been sleeping so soundly. What's going on, anyway?”
Her sleepy petulance made her that much more appealing to his hot masculine gaze. She suddenly seemed to realize her own attire was something he shouldn't be seeing and she coyly twisted one ankle around the other. Her hand flew to her chest and she drew the front of her nightie closed. He told her that the noise was only the glass dropping, that her mother had evidently gotten a little loaded but it was nothing to worry about. He told her that when Jerri couldn't be reached anywhere. Her mother had invited him to spend the night in the guest room rather than leave.
Karen was waking up fast now. She was getting ideas of her own about Rodney. The picture of him and her older sister Jerri going at it flashed through her mind. She knew very well that her adorable young body was being shown off to a nice advantage and that he wasn't missing an inch of what she had to show. She was delighted at the knowledge her pert nipples were poking so clearly through her nightie.
Hmmmm, she thought to herself, maybe if I work things right he'll want to do a lot more than just look at me. It'd be super if I could get him interested in me while Mom's drunk and asleep.
"G'night, then,” she said to him after he had explained what was going on in the household. She turned and walked toward her bedroom. She thought she felt his eyes on her little behind and although she didn't swing it like she sometimes did on the street when she wanted some boy to look at her, neither did she try to hold it in check. When she suddenly turned around just before entering her door, she saw that she was right. She felt a thrill go through her insides but didn't let it show in her face.
"Oh, thought you already went back to bed," she said to Rodney as she breezed back toward him on her way down the stairs. "I'm so thirsty for some reason that I've just got to have a cold drink of water. Seems too warm in my bedroom tonight for some reason or other.”
Rodney nodded to her as she passed, but he didn't go back to the guest bedroom. I just bet you're warm tonight, you cute little cherry, he thought to himself. You're getting old enough to have your panties get hot in the crotch, for one thing,. I could fix that up for you if I keep your mom and sis from finding out about it.
He stood looking after her until she disappeared into the kitchen. His penis had been hard ever since it swelled up for the second time when he was in bed with Jane, but the sight of half-naked young Karen made it fairly throb. He'd never done anything with a girl as young as her but he was aroused enough now to think of it. Then he remembered the other daughter, little Kathie. Maybe he could get a look at her in bed before Karen came back up the stairs.
He tiptoed down the hall and peered into their bedroom. It made him embarrassed to think of what he was doing-trying to spy on a naked, sleeping little girl even younger than Karen. But he did it, anyway. He was so steamed up from being denied his second session with Jane that he still needed release.
I'll get a little bit of fun out of seeing this kid, even if she doesn't have any tits or pussy hair on her yet, he thought to himself as he searched through the semidarkness for her bed.
He was lucky. The child was lying on her side with her nightie well up over her waist and the covers thrown off so he could get a nice view of her exposed genitals. Her blonde hair, a lighter shade than either her sister's or her mother's, was spread over the pillow and she breathed long and peacefully as he watched.
Just as he had thought; not even old enough to grow fuzz yet. But there was still something kind of cute about her hairless little twat and her tanned, perfectly smooth, slender little legs. She was too little for anything, he thought… but as for Karen, it just might be a different story. He took one last look at the sleeping child's nakedness and then slipped back out the door and down the hall toward his room.
At the top of the stairs he looked down and saw Karen coming back from the kitchen. Their positions were reversed now to what they had been earlier that night-he couldn't see up her legs anymore but he certainly had a great view down the top of her nightie. What he saw made his mouth water.
Jesus, what a juicy little pair of tits on the kid, he thought to himself. Wonder if she's ever had a boy play with them? Look at those hard little nipples-I sure would like to get my hands up under there and do the job for her. I bet she'd love it as much as her mom and big sis do if she'd give it a try.
There was no way for him to know that her hot little mind was thinking thoughts very similar to his. She still carried a vivid picture in her head of what she'd seen him do with her sister Jerri, and seeing him in the hall a few minutes before only enlarged the scene in her mind. Was she entirely too young to interest him, she wondered? She hoped not. The way he had looked at her a couple of times sure seemed promising, but she couldn't be sure. Maybe on the way back to her bedroom…
Good-he was still in the hall! As she walked up the stairs her expression was immobile, but when she saw him smiling at her, she smiled back. It was a guarded expression that passed between both of them. The look could have meant no more than friendly recognition, or it could have implied a lot more. It all depended on how either one of them interpreted it. Karen decided to be as bold as she dared.
"Thought you went back to bed," she said to him. "Or were you waiting for me?" She laughed when she said it as though it were a big joke to think he'd have any reason to wait for her. Then she quickly followed with, "Bet if I was my sister Jerri, you'd be waiting for me, all right. Too bad she's out with somebody tonight.”
She flounced her short nightie hem ever so slightly as she spoke, making sure he got a brief but telling view of her naked thighs, then with a sparkle in her eyes, smoothed the material sensually over her legs. She wanted him to see a little, but to think she believed she should not have been so careless.
"Oh, I don't know about that," he ventured. "I'm not exactly your age, of course, but if I was I just might be waiting for you. I can tell you one thing. Getting to see you in that short little nightie would really get me going if we were the same age.”
She blushed, half real and half affected, and let her eyes wander down the front of the diaphanous garment. A flush of confidence made her tingle. It was great to have someone like him tell her she was pretty, even if it was letting him see a little more of her than she knew she should. And he was acting a bit nervous, even though he was obviously trying to keep her from noticing it.
"Besides," he continued, "your sister Jerri and I do a few things together you're not old enough to know about yet. You probably have boyfriends, all right. A girl as cute as you would have to. You might even do a little kissing sometimes with them. But people as old as Jerri and I can't be satisfied with that, so there's a few other things we do."
His condescending attitude miffed her, but only enough to make her want to prove that what he said wasn't right. She was determined to make him think she was no little kid, even if it involved bluffing a little bit and exaggerating about her young love life.
"Oh, I have boyfriends all right," she said imperiously. "But you're nuts if you think all v e know how to do is kiss. Just because Pm not as big as Jerri in certain places and not as tall as she is doesn't mean Pm a dummy about things a girl can do with a guy, you know. What I do with boys just might surprise you.”
"Well, well," said Rodney, unable to hide how impressed he was with her little speech. "Do tell. You're making me think Jerri has a very swinging sister. You putting me on or do you really mean it? I thought any chick your age would be scared to do anything even if she did know about it. You claiming you're not?”
She felt the excitement trembling through her body at his words. She hoped he couldn't tell. She managed a little laugh of derision before she spoke.
“Maybe,” she replied insinuatingly, still laughing a bit. "Since you're my sister's boyfriend, what difference does it make? You've just been teasing me, that's all, and trying to get me to talk about things I shouldn't be telling you.”
For the first time, he touched her. It was only a hand on her shoulder as he spoke, but they both felt a thrill from it.
"Teasing you?" he answered. "That's where you're wrong. You're the one who's been doing the teasing. If you don't think standing there in front of a guy with practically everything you got showing through your nightgown is teasing, you don't know much. If it wasn't for waking your little sister up I just might do something about it, too. Your mom's out cold for the night, that's for sure. We wouldn't have to worry about her.”
He let his hand follow the line of her shoulder to the nape of her neck. The skin there was incredibly smooth to his touch, and just the slightest bit damp under the edge of her thick blonde hair. She turned away and started to walk toward her bedroom.
"Have a nice sleep then," she said over her shoulder, "Pm going to bed.”
He watched her firm buttocks wiggle for a few steps and then started after her. This was too good a chance to turn down. The wise little chick needed to be taught a lesson and he was just the guy to do it. If he could just keep from waking the other kid, he was going to have himself some fun.
Young Kathie had already been awakened by the loud talk in the hall and had heard most of what was said, but when she heard them coming toward the bedroom she froze and played possum. All she had to do was make them think she was asleep and she'd really get to see something.
At the door, Karen saw him behind her and paused for a second, then went inside. But she didn't bother to close the door. Rodney followed her right into the room and put his arms around her waist from behind, just hard enough to stop her.
"Wait a minute, little prick teaser," he whispered into her ear. "Me and you are going to have some fun. Hell, Kathie won't wake up or she would have already from hearing us out in the hall. Look at her there in her bed-sleeping like a log. Look how she's breathing! You can't use her for an excuse.”
She did seem to be fast asleep, Karen noted cautiously, though she usually wasn't such a deep sleeper. Maybe she was extra tired from playing hard and really wouldn't wake up. But she certainly didn't want to take any chances on it.
Rodney's eagerness to get his hands on Karen made him reckless. He jounced Kathie's bed with his hand, hoping to hell she wouldn't wake up. She didn't. He beamed.
"See," he told Karen, speaking in a loud voice to prove his point, "she's nothing to worry about.”
He put his hands back around her slim waist, this time with enough pressure to keep her from walking. She could feel the touch of each finger through her scanty gown. A sense of warm anticipation filled her body, with just the slightest touch of fear. After all, she had never really done more than kiss a boy and let him get a few feels on the outside of her clothes. She took a different tack and feigned indifference.
"So what?" she coyly answered. "Maybe I don't happen to feel like doing anything with you. Just because I know how to do things with a guy doesn't necessarily mean I want to do-”
But the touch of lips on the back of her neck stopped her.
"You can't fool me, baby," he said. "You know damn well your sweet little tits are just dying to have my hands on them.”
She felt his hand lift the back of her nightie and reach around her, cupping a breast. It was the first time a male had ever touched her there with no clothes to interfere and she couldn't help emitting a small sound of pleasure from her throat.
"Ha ha," he chided,. "you can't make me think you don't groove on the way that feels.”
He pulled her close to him and she could feel his arm now, all the way from her breast past her ribs and against her soft back. She felt something else. He was close enough that his hard maleness was pressing against her lower back like a cucumber.
Wow, she thought to herself, there it is! I'm finally getting to feel the thing I saw him work on Jerri with. I'm so much shorter than he is, the darn thing's almost up between my shoulder blades-Wonder how it would feel if I were as tall as Jerri and had it right in between the cheeks of my butt?
He knew she could feel it and didn't try to hide it. He grinned and slipped his other hand under her nightie, rubbed it over her supple back and ribs, then fastened it onto her other naked breast.
"Lemme feel both those little fuckers," he said. "You got a lot of sweet stuff under your nightie that's been going to waste, honey, and I'm going to do something about it right now.”
She hadn't spoken a word yet since he touched her nakedness. Now the only sound from her was a breathy gasp somewhere between a sigh and a giggle. It excited him.
"Thinking about a certain other place you want my hands on you, aren't you?" he challenged, "Thinking about something right down this way, aren't you?”
She felt his hand slide from one of her pert adolescent breasts, toying with the nipple as it left, and creep slowly toward the V of her naked crotch.
"Aren't you?" he insisted. The commanding new tone of his voice was a little bit frightening to her but it also caused a definite thrill to flow through her body. Especially the fertile junction of her slim thighs.
"I… I'm not saying," she exclaimed. She knew he was pushing for her to talk about it but she didn't want to admit the truth. She was loving every minute of what he was doing to her and couldn't wait for him to do still more things, but she discovered she was very shy when it came to talking.
"Sure you are," he persisted. "Sure you're going to tell me, sweetie. I'm going to make you so fucking hot down there you can't stand it, and if you want me to keep on fingering you you're going to have to tell me.”
His fingers had left her navel far behind now and were slowly entering the sparse hairs that grew around the edge of her pubescent genitals. She could feel his fingertips coursing carefully through the boundaries of her brownish-colored muff and knew he could feel the light film of moisture that had appeared on her skin.
Kathie, who lay stiffly under her covers so as not to let them know she was awake, was hearing every word. Wow, I'd sure tell him if he was doing that to me. I'd tell him to go and frig my cunny right then. I'm so tickly and damp in mine I'd love to start playing with it this minute if it wasn't for having them catch me at it and know I was awake. Darn, I'd really like to grab it!
"Come on baby," Rodney told Karen, "we been standing here fooling around long enough. Let's get in your bed where I can really get some action going with you.”
He edged her toward the bed and rolled her onto it, being careful to keep his fingers tightly pressed against the mound of her sex. As she assumed a prone position, allowing him to make her lie with her head on the pillow and her long legs stretched out across the bedspread, he could feel her thighs and knees against his. He toyed with the delicate area of her outer genital mound in a way that maddened her with pleasure.
"Say it, honey," he demanded. "Tell what that is I've got my fingers on.”
She was terribly embarrassed in spite of her earlier show of bravado, but she was so stimulated by his touch she just had to have more of it.
"My… on my-" she began, her face red.
"Say it, honey, you know darn well what you got down there!" he broke in.
Suddenly her pride rose to meet the occasion. "What makes you think I'm scared to say it?" she replied, "You got your fingers on my pussy, that's what!”
Her words made him shiver with pleasure and he felt his penis throb inside his shorts.
"My p-u-s-s-y, pussy, pussy, pussy!" she exclaimed, spelling the word and overcoming her shyness with a flourish.
"And you really dig having me play with it, too, don't you?" he went on, his voice shaking from desire. "You really dig it, don't you, you sexy little bitch!”
"Sure I do," she retorted, bolder now that the ice was broken. "Why not? I've had a few boys do it to me before. You're the oldest one I've ever let in my panties, but not the only one.”
She was lying again but she felt she had to impress him.
"Ha ha!" he chortled. "You don't even have any damned panties on, Karen.”
Now that she was opening up and talking nasty to him, he felt friendly to her, in addition to feeling excited by her as before.
"Well," she demurred, "you know what I mean, silly. That's what girls say sometimes instead of coming right out and saying a gay fucked them.”
His fingers reached their destination and he at last bestowed a direct touch to the moist, tender flesh of her naked organs.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed, "oh… oh that's groovy.”
He took her hand and placed it on the outside of his shorts over the hard end of his protruding penis.
"Then how about giving me a little action too?" he suggested, his fingers slipping deeper inside her moist slit. "Or don't you know how to do that?”
"Sure I do," she said. "I was already thinking about grabbing your cock and jacking you off even before you asked me.”
This time she wasn't lying. She knew how from watching Jerri do it to him a few nights before, and the idea of putting her hands on his naked penis and seeing just what it felt like had been deeply imbedded in her brain ever since.
She wormed her way this way and that but she didn't understand the way a man's fly is designed and couldn't quite accomplish the thing she wanted. Finally he felt her pulling hard on the leg band of one side and raised his pelvis so she could have her way. She immediately stripped them down his thighs and slapped her hand around his stiff shaft.
"Now I got it," she muttered. "You'll find out now if I know how to jack you off or not.”
He felt her hand start moving up and down in a steady, slow rhythm and acknowledged that she knew what she was talking about.
"No complaints," he told her. "Keep it up like that and you're going to get some awful nice pussy-finger from me.”
He was used to bigger girls masturbating him, of course. But he found to his surprise that there was something highly erotic in having the smaller, softer fingers of a thirteen-year-old on the hard sides of his member. He slipped his finger into her vagina as far as the second joint and gingerly massaged the wet little tunnel for her as she continued to masturbate him. The young teenager was making him feel very hot and he was determined to produce excitement of equal intensity in her warm, moist sex.
"Ummmmm," she moaned softly, responding to his caress.
Kathie was avidly listening to every sound and watching every move she could make out. The room was far from being totally dark, so she saw plenty.
Heck, she thought to herself, they're doing so much stuff to each other now they won't notice if I move around some in my bed. It makes my cunny so juicy to see what they're doing that I have to reach down and give it a few frigs even if they do catch me at it!
The ten-year-old lowered her hand and entered the warm, silky confines of her panties. Although Karen wasn't wearing either panties or her ever-present brassiere on this particular night, Kathie wore a pair of her regular panties. She had become so warm between her young thighs that she heartily approved of how her older sister had left hers off.
Hmmmm, she thought to herself, I wonder if Karen knew Rodney might do something like this to her tonight? If she did, it's no wonder she left her panties and bra off and stayed naked under her nightie. I'm wet as heck just from spying on them-with his fingers in there, she must be steaming up her cunny something awful!
The youngster raised herself from her pillow to see better what was going on in Karen's bed and let her fingers find her genitals. With a thumb and forefinger, she toyed with the delicate folds of her tiny, undeveloped vulva and felt it warm to her touch and become soft and pliable. Soon she was able to work three fingers into the vestibule of the damp little orifice. "Oh, wow," she whispered quietly to herself, "that's yummy. It's hot as it can be. Maybe I can even make myself come like grown-ups do all the time.”
As Rodney and Karen moved around on their bed and exposed more and more of their nakedness to the precocious little girl, she concentrated more loving attention to her moist slit Then it hit her. "Hey, my cunny is juicy," she whispered to herself. "It's all slick and damp like Karen's was the time she let me watch her play with herself. And she said all girls' cunnies get that way when they're old enough. Wow, that means I'm getting grown up faster!”
If Karen and Rodney were not so occupied with other things they would have undoubtedly overheard Kathie's excited whispering, but such notice was far beyond them. They were lying close together with their hands still eagerly massaging each other's organ. He had her nightie all the way up to her waist and had already kicked his under-shorts to his ankles.
"Come on, sweetie, there's no use pretending this damned thing is covering you up anymore," he said. "And there's no use wearing it if it's not doing its job. Here, lemme get it off over your head… there, that's the way, raise your arms… Jesus, what sweet little knockers you got. You're giving me such a good hand job I hate to have you raise your arms to get rid of your gown-but the eyeful of your boobs I'm getting out of the deal makes it well worthwhile.”
He had her all the way naked now and just lay looking at her. She was on her side, her long blonde hair flowing down her curvaceous waist and partially concealing her pouting breasts. The expression on her face was a combination of nervous anticipation and virginal lust. She had never had it done to her before, but she was almost certain to experience it now, she knew. What would it be like? What would it be like to feel the hard flesh of his cock between the tender, moist lips of her most private parts? Sure, she'd seen others do it-but watching wasn't enough, she wanted to feel it. She took his penis back into her hand without him asking her to and the unexpected move sent a surge of desire through him like a spark.
An oily grin lit his face. "Shit, honey, you weren't kidding me, were you? You're a long ways from being the dumb bunny kid I thought you'd have to be at your age. You love playing with my cock, don't you?”
She nodded her head up and down. "Sure I do. The guys I have for boyfriends are all my age, so theirs are pretty small compared to your big cock. It's really fun to have something in my hands this big. Don't forget me, though. You were lying there looking at me for so long just now I thought you forgot about touching me. Aren't you going to finger-fuck my pussy like you were doing before you took my gown off?”
Her directness surprised and excited him. He lost no time cramming his hand back between her legs.
"Ouch!" she cried. "Slow down, will you? You yanked a couple of my hairs out!”
He realized he'd been a bit too rough with her but he couldn't resist a wisecrack.
"Hairs?" he repeated, chuckling and peering between her thighs at the scanty, blondish-brown curls that barely concealed the rise of her organs. "Hell, them aren't hairs yet. All you got is a little peach fuzz. The fuzz on your snatch isn't much more than the down on a baby duck's back. It'll be a few more years before you have a real woman's muff down there. If you want to see a real nice crotchful of cunt hair, take a look at Jerri's some time. Her fucking cunt is thick as a forest with it.”
But his heavy-handed banter didn't faze Karen at all. She was confident by now of her sexual attractiveness to him. She just grinned and went on handling his stiff organ while he did the same with hers. He could just make out a thin line of sweat on her upper lip and knew he must be getting to her.
"Getting awful hot aren't you, honey? That little cunt of yours was wet for a long time but now you're sweating all over," he said to her.
She knew what he meant and licked her tongue over her lip to remove the beads of moisture that had sprung up there. Even the salty taste of her own sweat was somehow a little exciting to her, she noted. She must really be getting hot for that to happen. Maybe she'd be able to have her first good orgasm if this kept up.
I've been so darned close to it without getting it, she thought to herself, as he manipulated her wet folds. Maybe he can make me really get my cookies off like the older girls at school say they've had a boy do with them.
She squirmed toward him and brazenly widened her legs so his fingers could slip in deeper. The look on her face as she did it was almost as exciting to him as the motion itself. Her expression plainly told him she knew it was naughty and nasty to act like she was doing, but that she was so lustful she was going to do it anyway.
"You're needing more than just a finger or two in your pussy now, aren't you?" he commented greedily.
The time was near when he was bound to discover she was a virgin, she realized with a start. She was prepared for whatever pain might come and she knew she'd probably bleed a little. But she'd made him believe she was much more experienced than she was and was afraid he might look down on her for still having her maidenhead after the knowing way she'd been acting.
"I'm sure hot, all right," she acknowledged. "And I… I… I do need more than just your fingers in my pussy. You sure have a big one though. It's going to be an awfully tight fit. Are you sure I'm big enough to take it from you? I told you the guys I… the guys I'm used to are much smaller than you.”
"Don't worry, sweetie," he cajoled. "I won't hurt you any. I'll feed it to you a little at a time. I know damned well I can get the head in at least partway and-oh shit, I'm getting so god damned horny from talking to you about it I can't stand it, I have to do it instead of just yammering about it!”
He pushed himself against her soft, warm front and applied his glans against the swelling, downy mound. Her hands never left its stiff shaft. When she felt the wonderful point of pleasure of his hot glans against her sex, she caught her breath. A quick gasp escaped from her throat.
Wow, she thought to herself, if it feels this good just on the outside, I just have to have him stick it all the way in no matter if he does find out I'm cherry! My gosh, it feels fantastic to have someone's cock right up against your pussy like this!
Kathie was all eyes and ears. Her little fingers were fluttering between her thighs like a drunk butterfly. Boy, Sis is really about to get it now. The head of his thing's right on her naked cunny! she thought to herself with alarm.
"Ummmm," moaned Karen, as he pressed his organ into her. "Oh, wow, that really turns me on. Go ahead and stick it in even if it does hurt a little bit!”
"You sweet little cutie," he wheezed, "I'm gonna do just that. I'm gonna do that very thing,”
Karen was flat on her back now and Rodney was splitting her open. Slowly but surely, his magnificent member was sliding into the hot interior of her virginal young orifice. It seemed to her that she could feel every smooth outline of its bullet-shaped nose.
"Unghhh," she groaned. Her voice, normally quite high, Was now lowering its pitch from the intense passion she was beginning to experience. She turned her head to one side and her thick hair spread over the pillow and most of her chest.
Rodney couldn't stand to have her beautiful young breasts covered up by anything. "Gimme some titty," he gasped, stretching his head upward over the flat plain of her smooth belly. "You got a pair of the sweetest little jugs I've ever seen. I can't fuck you right unless I have my hands on them!”
She felt his face move toward her breasts. These two firm mounds of flesh were, after all, something which she was extremely proud of. To have him tell her that about her little beauties was terribly gratifying and exciting to her. Of course she wanted his hands on them. Even the softness of her thick hair was too much cover for them at a time like this. She wanted them naked in his hands and even more if he wanted-and she'd tell him so.
"Oh, gosh," she cried, "sure you can put your hands on 'em, Rodney. Grab 'em both tight and feel me up all you want. I love it. You can put more than your hands on them if you want to-I don't even care if you… kiss them!”
Rodney was sweating to beat the band. He took her fat, slick nubbins in his hands and kneaded them like dough for several seconds. They were both so slippery they felt like they had been rubbed down with warm lanolin. He started to make some comment about what she offered him, but at the last second he became too excited to wait and just did it. She saw his face looming over her swollen chest and raised it up to meet him.
"Ahhhh," he sighed, closing his open mouth over a taut, dark-tipped nipple. Pleasure shot through her entire body. But he wasn't ready to stop there. She felt his mouth leave the spot and dart quickly to her other pert breast. Again his lips wetly enclosed the sensitive flesh, this time enlivened by his probing tongue.
"Ummmm… ummmmm," she moaned. "Please do that for a long time, will you? Oh, please!”
He felt her hands on his buttocks and his ribs squeezed by her arms. She was pulling his pelvis against her with all her might and moaning like a pup.
"Okay, baby," he mumbled, his words garbled by the nipple in his mouth. "You've showed me you want it awful bad. Here goes-take it in now, sweetheart… take it in… take it… take it!”
On the very first deep thrust, Karen felt the membrane of her virginity give way. His hard penis went crashing deep inside her vagina and out again. Before she could stop to think of pain, it was in and out again. Each time the swollen organ entered her tender channel it forced the split in her maidenhead to grow larger, and in a very few seconds she was most definitely not a virgin anymore. But the sensation was so exciting to her that she barely felt the pain. The heat and sweet wetness of his thrusts were so sexy and satisfying to her precocious young flesh that the pain was negligible.
She put her hands on his head and pressed his mouth against her nipple as he bored away at her nether region. She was sweating in great, rolling beads and the erotic scent of her wet underarms filled his nostrils with the unmistakable aroma of her damp excitement. The hard tip of her nipple strutted before the loving attack of his tongue like a good soldier.
Kathie was up on her hands and knees now, straining her neck to see every possible detail. The covers were stretched over her back, her panties were halfway down her legs, and her hand was busy as a bee between the parted lips of her glistening genitals. She could see the penis going in and out her sister's organs and she could see Rodney's mouth sucking the swollen tips of her breasts.
"Oh, wow," she whispered to herself in the darkness, "I think he's going to make her come. Listen to her-she's as noisy as Jerri was that time.”
Kathie was doing a very dedicated job of stimulating her own sensitive spot. But although she had made herself very wet for the first time, she wasn't quite able to attain an orgasm when they did. As she looked on, Karen and the young man gripped each other tighter and tighter, twisting and turning their damp bodies until they both fell heavily on the bedspread and quit moving. She could hear them breathing loud and raspy for a few minutes after.
"Lie still and I'll clean us up," Karen suddenly told Rodney, taking him by surprise.
Jesus, he thought to himself, the little chick's acting like a pro at this.
But the real reason was that she was anxious to keep him from finding out that he had been her first real lover. She hurried to the bathroom for a wet washcloth and carefully wiped his penis-all signs of blood were removed. Then she washed herself off good from the hot water faucet. Her secret was safe.
Rodney was exhausted. He had come to the Spicer house for a date with Jerri, but had wound up in bed with both her mother and her little sister. It was much too much to think about. As he stumbled off to the guest bedroom to sleep, he hesitated a minute at the door. "Okay, sugar," he told Karen, "you can fuck like a mink. For a thirteen-year-old, you really know how to handle that pussy and tits. But just be damned sure you handle your mouth as well. Know what I mean?”
She warmed under the compliment and turned her face up to him with a knowing little grin. "Don't worry, I won't tell Mom or Jerri. I'd be in as much trouble as you if they found out.”
He glanced down the stairs at Jane Spicer, saw that she was still blissfully sleeping, then went on to the guest room and was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.
Back in the girls' room, Karen was also nearly asleep. But as she drifted off, she thought of her upcoming study date with Kenny. Now she could be sure she'd be up to his expectations. Fifteen used to sound old to her, she mused, but after letting her sister's twenty-one-year-old boyfriend take her cherry Kenny would be easy to handle.
Kathie wasn't asleep yet either. She was thinking about Rodney's remark as he left and about Karen's answer. She had almost forgotten that it was, after all, Jerri's boyfriend she'd been watching in bed with Karen. Then she thought of Karen's date with Kenny.
Hmmmm, she thought to herself excitedly. If Karen can do things with her big sis's boyfriend, maybe I can too-with Kenny! Wouldn't that be groovy if I could figure out a way to get him to screw me?