Breakfast was usually a dour event at our house. The morning after our evening of family togetherness, it was charged with tension. Neither Bob nor Nora seemed very happy. Their faces were drawn, and Bob hardly ate a thing. Elaine was more aloof than normal, positively frozen. Only Aunt Liz smiled and chattered. I couldn't look at Dad for fear of showing my innermost thoughts. Besides, he was very abrupt, ordering Mum about with rare nastiness.
In the middle of all this the phone rang. Mum picked it up and reported a little later that Dad's secretary wouldn't be able to come in that day. I thought he was going to explode. Somehow he got a grip on his temper and spluttered: “How could she do this to me? She knows I've got an important meeting this morning and I have to have someone to type up the notes! She's never done this to me, never! Darn it!”
“Well, why not take Kathy along with you,” Mum said in her phlegmatic way. “She can type, can't she?”
A sudden change came over Dad. He blushed, put his napkin before his face to hide it, then straightened himself up and said, “Why, that's not a bad idea. How about it, Kathy, do you want to put in an honest day's work?”
“I suppose so,” I sighed. It was the last thing I wanted. Work didn't appeal to me, especially work involving typing. And to be around Dad all day without being able to fulfill any of my fantasies-why, that would be nothing short of torture! Yet I couldn't refuse him, not after seeing him blush that way. I went upstairs to change into something respectable and joined him in the car.
Just being alone with him thrilled me. He drove right at the speed limit, did everything correctly, and hardly talked to me. I knew that side of him all too well. Hadn't I despised him for being so proper, so uptight, all these years? But now I was privy to the secret side of Dad, the animal in him, and he was no longer a cardboard cut-out to me. Now I liked his conservative demeanour, it was part of his strength. The wolf in grandma's clothing. I shivered just to think of that big weapon hidden beneath his dull, perfectly pressed suit. All that virility, and bundled up so tightly! Why, he might explode at any second and attack me where I sat!
I sat close to the door and looked out of the window for much of the journey, but my thoughts raced on. How would it be if he did suddenly come to a screeching halt and ripped his fly open and shoved that big cock into my ready pussy? What would I do? Oh, God, if only he would! Now and then I threw him a glance, eyelashes batting up a breeze, lips slightly parted to show my pearly white teeth-and each time I found him looking straight ahead at the road. No, I'd have to face facts. We'd never get into such a situation. Dad was, for all his virility, too straight.
His office reinforced that impression. Everything was in its place, nothing extraneous other than a family photo in a gold frame. He sat behind his big walnut desk, took a sheaf of papers out of a drawer and handed them to me to type copies. Not a word was spoken. I retreated into the annexed office and got to work. The morning dragged by. Dad went to his all-important meeting, returned with another pile of work, and shut himself in his office to leave me to tap my way through all that garbage. I smoldered with resentment. If he ever asked me to do this again, I vowed, I'd tell him to shove it up his ass, sideways. And when he went out all by himself for lunch it just about made me mad enough to walk out.
Somehow I managed to get through to the afternoon. The work was done, Dad was still out to lunch, and all there was for me to do was sit there like a stale bottle of beer. There was nothing to read, nothing to do but think, mull, and brood. That's what I did. It wasn't till three o'clock that he came back to his office. A changed man was he, flushed with martinis and deals successfully concluded. There was a new spring in his step, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
“Come into my office, would you, Kathy,” he said as he passed my desk and laid a vague trail of whiskey breath.
“Yes sir,” I said, the sarcasm dripping off every syllable. He didn't notice. I picked up pencil and pad just as a professional secretary would do, and walked into his plush office, closing the door after myself. Dad sat right back in his swivel chair, his feet up on the desk, regarding me through half-closed eyes.
“How do you like it here,” he said when I'd pulled a chair over and made myself comfortable. “Do you think you'd like to work for me permanently?”
“Not really,” I said.
“Why, isn't it interesting enough for you?” He seemed somewhat miffed by my reply.
“That puts it into a nutshell,” I nodded. Dad shook his head sorrowfully and launched an interminable discourse on the glamorousness and excitement of the insurance business. It was hard not to yawn right in his face. I put my pad and pencil down and crossed my legs to be comfortable if nothing else during his lecture. Unwittingly I'd caught my skirt between my ass and the chair when I'd sat down, and now, with my legs crossed, there wasn't a thing between my panties and Dad's eyes. His lecture ran into difficulties right away.
“People need insurance,” he said, his eyes darting toward my crotch, then recoiling and returning like a yo-yo. “We're selling them… because they need it-I mean, it's a public service that we perform. Not that we're a charity… ha ha… no, we're in business. The president is a tycoon, made of money. But why shouldn't a service be lucrative? Some of the breast minds work here day and night to set the man in the street's mind at knees. Oh yes, we make money-but we… Kathy, would you please change your position?”
“Why?” I smiled. “I'm your daughter, aren't I?”
“Yes you are-oh God, yes, but there are times when you look less like a daughter and more like a woman than might be… uh… desirable! You see? So just do what I tell you to do.”
If I did he'd take up his boring lecture again and an opportunity would be lost forever. I couldn't let that happen. It was now or never. Somehow I had to guide him through his inhibitions to come out the man he really was.
“I'm glad we're alone for once,” I said, changing the subject. “We have so little to do with each other, Daddy, and there are often times when I find myself wishing we were closer to each other.”
“Do you?” He looked genuinely surprised.
“Of course I do. You're my father and I love you! But it's always so tense in the house that it must seem to you we're always at each other's throat.” My legs were crossed as provocatively as ever and, though he was moved by my words, he kept glancing down along my thighs to that strategic patch between them. I could feel his eyes, pricking me and savoring me. If only he would act!
“And I love you too,” he said. His voice sounded a little strangled. “It's funny how a man loses track of things when he's busy earning a living… you get to the point where nothing else matters. It's very good of you to remind me, Kathy.”
That was my cue. I got up and flung my arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheeks, at the same time perching my ass on his lap so that my pussy was hard against his cock. Once he got hard he would surely give in! His hands felt strong as he held me close to him and returned my hug if not my kisses. I love the smell of him, so masculine and forceful. Already my cunt was sopping wet and my subtle motions were bound to leave a stain on his pants. But the time limit of this filial embrace had been exceeded, and Dad became stiff as he prepared to release me.
A minute passed. He remained stiff. I remained his little girl, only my loins doing womanly things to his cock. It was hardening gradually, how could he help himself. When he began to embrace me again I stepped up my caresses, blatantly forcing my cunt down on his growing cock and kissing him full on the mouth. He was slipping into it, but now and then he reached out to stop himself, clinging to the edges like a desperate man. I pressed my hard little tits against him and rode along his rock-hard cock, the complete nymphet, even going so far as to force his lips apart to get my tongue inside. Dad wanted me with every fibre of his body. I could feel his fever rising. But he was still afraid, incapable of letting go.
“No, no!” he said suddenly, pushing me away. “You can't… we can't do this, Kathy! My goodness, what's happening to us? This is all very confusing.”
“Oh Daddy,” I said softly, coming back at him with my arms outstretched, “why can't you just go with h. Don't you love me?”
“Of course I do… but not…”
“Not in that way?” I inquired sweetly. “Very well, then, I'll be a proper daughter to you.” With that I got back into my own chair, crossed my legs, and pulled the skirt down over my knees. That perplexed him. He turned different colors, adjusted his tie, cleared his throat, and I just sat there with a secretarial smile. My timing had been perfect. He could no more relinquish the chance to make love to me than I could.
“That's not what I meant, not exactly,” he stammered, averting his eyes. “I think I do love you in that way, actually, that's the whole trouble. A father shouldn't entertain such feelings for his own flesh and blood.”
“Whatever you say, Daddy,” I said primly.
“You're toying with me!” he cried. “Dammit, Kathy, don't do that. “I'm trying to discuss this with you in all seriousness, adult to adult!”
“No use doing that,” I countered. “I love you and I would do anything for you. As far as I'm concerned that closes the issue. You would only be discussing it with yourself.”
“You're smart,” he said with a lopsided grin. “Very smart Okay, Kathy, come over here and let's do what we both want to do.”
“Now you're talking,” I said, and again I threw myself at him. This time there was no pretense of fatherly love. His hands roved over my body indiscriminately, touching all those parts he'd no doubt wanted to touch the night before. At first he rushed from one part to the next, but slowly he concentrated his energies. And I just kissed him and wiggled on top of his immense erection. I was very happy to be in his arms at last.
He caressed my tits through my blouse, slowly to begin with, applying more force as they warmed up to it. Already I sensed a master at work here. His fingers were deft and accurate, pinching my nipples and titillating my flesh just the way I liked it. The buttons on my blouse came undone in the process, and then my blouse came out of my skirt and somehow it slipped down from my shoulders. Half naked and fully aroused I ground my cunt hard against his cock, stimulating both of us at once.
“That feels just like it did ten years ago,” Dad said in a hoarse, soft voice. “Do you remember that time, Kathy?”
“No, tell me about it,” I said. I was close to my first orgasm and in no real mood to listen, but I wanted him to be happy more than anything else.
“You were seven years old.” He sat back and took a breather, letting me continue my vaginal stimulation. “It was a Sunday morning and you came in to bring the papers. Mum was already up and doing something downstairs. You and I began to fool around-remember how we used to wrestle and play in those days? Well, normally your mother was there and she'd always join in. But this time it went too far for some reason. Suddenly you were sitting on top of me, your little ass on my cock and you began to move back and forth. I didn't know what was happening at first. You didn't wear any panties and my cock had slipped out of my pajama pants, so it was your cunt against my cock! I wanted to stop you from doing it-but I couldn't make myself! So I laughed and tried to pass it off as just another game. Only you didn't laugh, you were deadly serious. Back and forth, your little nude cunt sliding along my cock, both of us silent and breathing hard until I shot my wad all over my belly. You don't remember that? I'll never forget it. I wiped myself and told you to get the hell out of my room, and I made sure it never happened again.”
“Funny that I can't recall that,” I said. “It sounds like it was fun to do.”
“I loved it,” said Dad. “That's what mortified me. I loved every erotic second of it. And now it's happening again, only this time we both know what's going on.”
“I like the idea of doing it in the nude, Dad,” I whispered. “What do you think?”
“What the hell,” he laughed. “If we're going to do it, let's do it properly.” We both got up and stripped, our eyes fixed on the other's body. His towering erection made me tremble from head to toe but I liked to look at his face, too, and see the impact my youthful form had on him. His appreciation was heartfelt and total. And, while his lust turned me on, so did his body. This was the first time in years that I'd seen him undressed and for a man his age he was in excellent shape. A patch of grey hair covered his chest, his belly was still flat, shoulders broad, arms strong thanks to the executive gym, and that magnificent rod topped it all off. He sat back down in the chair and held out his arms to help me into position. I lowered my cunt over his cock gingerly, getting it just right before starting the back and forth motion. Its hardness glided in between my labia, working into my pussy till it touched down on all the sensitive spots. With my arms around Dad's neck, I let the sensations take over. My loins worked automatically, intent on keeping the emotions coming. Back and forth, back and forth, his taut, hot flesh stirring up wild, intense feelings in me. And, judging by his broad smile, it was doing the world of good, too.
Both of us went along with this form of lovemaking to the point at which a change was called for. I tried to recapture our first attempt at this but my seventh year had disappeared from my memory bank. To make up for that I concentrated fully on the feeling this time to ensure I'd never forget again. How deliriously it chafed along my lubricated furrow! The sum total of his virility and his desire for me came through his erectness, and I loved him all the harder for it. My hands held on to his shoulders tightly as I worked my cunt up and down his long cock, and I kept an eye on it to make sure my motions were accurate. All Dad could do was play with my tits and grin.
But it wasn't enough! I wanted to know his cock intimately, every little bit of it. It was big and it was hard but what did it taste like? Without warning I slipped off his lap and came to rest on my knees between his legs. Dad didn't protest. In fact he parted his legs further so that his swollen balls dangled before my face and his cock throbbed above them, so vibrant I could almost hear its motor tick over. My tongue reached out and ran up and down the side of his cock, savoring the hardness and the yielding veins, licking up under the helmet of flesh topping the stalk. Both my hands caressed and cupped his balls, fascinated by their weight and size. Here was a real man, I thought, not a beginner like Bob but a man of experience, one who'll know how to evoke the wildest passion in my body- and with this very tool!
I began to make love to his cock with mouth and hands, stroking and licking, running my nose through the bushy hairs growing all over the base of it and savoring the heady, sweaty aroma I found there. For a while I forgot all about the rest of him. It was his cock, his balls, his strong thighs that mattered to me. My tongue dragged through the hairy patches and spiraled about the smooth glans. Gently I closed my lips over his knob and dipped my face low over it, down as far as I could go. His cock filled my mouth completely. I wanted more. It sent erotic burrs through my body and instilled in me a wild desire to bite his cock off and swallow it so I'd be able to keep it forever. Moaning and gasping I bent lower over his cock and went to take it into my throat. Of course I couldn't. With a sudden fit of gagging I pulled back and took a few deep breaths, only to go right back down on him. Dad was as excited as I was, his loins pushing at me as though he wanted to fuck my face. Again his cock filled me up and this time I tried to relax my whole body, if I could only get rid of the tension I figured it was possible to let him enter my throat without throwing up. Greedy yet controlled, I worked down over his thick stalk till his knob bumped against the back of my palate. It took a real struggle to stop the impulse to gag, but I did it. And once that barrier was passed I found it less difficult to take him further down.
“Oh Jesus!” Dad groaned, his strong body writhing in his executive chair. “If you only knew what that did to me! Oooh, yes! That's just marvelous!”
I heard him through a strange fuzz. Everything in me concentrated on taking his cock down my throat moving my face back and forth to allow me to breathe in time with my sucking. It was impossible to open my eyes; in fact it felt as though my whole face was full of cock, so full that all of my faculties were too congested to function. His cock bobbed jerkily inside me, pulsing and hard, and now and then his lust made him push down too deep, disturbing the rhythm of my swordswallowing act. But we managed. At last the business of his pubic hair brushed against the tip of my nose each time I pushed down over him, and thus encouraged, I took the last of his cock into my mouth. It was a moment of pure exhilaration for me. The cock that had inflamed my fantasies only the previous night was now lodged down my throat. And, if Daddy's convulsive grunts were anything to go by, I would soon be treated to a burst of his cream for dessert. I wanted him to come so badly! My lips mauled his cock, my tongue did its level best to add to the action, and all the while I sucked at him as though I wanted to draw his vital juices out of him tike milk through a straw.
Busy hands between my legs kept me from going overboard. I masturbated at a fast clip while I sucked at Daddy's dick. And, as his excitement rose, so did mine. Together we headed for the big one. It placed an intolerable strain on me to be so worked up at both ends, but with a strength borne out of desperation, I managed to keep going. My face dipped up and down, my hands worked into the soggy, hairy flesh of my cunt and, just as I thought I would have to give up, Dad let out a bull-like grunt and a second later his hot sperm boiled out of his cock to cascade down my throat. I did the best I could, swallowing and gulping, doing my utmost to get at every drop of his cream. But there was too much of it. As his cock rode in and out of my mouth the sperm oozed out from between my lips and formed long warm rivulets down my face and chest. The rest, though, went straight down, salty, whey, warm and ever so smooth, coming in strong spurts to fill me before I could get it all down. My head swam with it, my body was filled with it. Like a soothing balm it ran through me to take the pain out of my orgasm-wracked body. I sucked till there was no more and then, only then, did I fall back on the floor to give my tattered lungs a chance to catch up.
Dad sat back in his chair, his eyes still closed, his mouth slack. He looked asleep. The office was quiet now, only our heavy breathing breaking the silence. A moment's anxiety passed through my mind. Would he be smitten with guilt now that we'd done it? I hoped not. I wanted his big cock to stand up once more and to penetrate the rest of me, to cram into my every orifice till I'd had enough.
From where I lay Ms dick was the focal point. It hung down between his heavy balls, thick, still wet from my eager mouth. The rest of his body was merely an extension of his dick. I peered up at it till my innards became restless again, that strange itch way down in my belly started up, a longing for cock, his cock, to swell up and fill me! I couldn't work out why Dad was taking such a long break. Didn't he want to make love to me? Perhaps I should persuade him.
“Daddy,” I said in a soft, wheedling voice, “don't you want to make me feel good, too?” I lay back, my legs wide open and two fingers held the labia apart. “Make love to me, Daddy, I want you so much.” No response. He remained seated with his eyes closed, lost in either thought or sleep.
“Please, Daddy?” I got to my feet and walked towards him, perching my ass on his knee and rubbing my cunt along his hairy thigh. “Pretty please?” His cock began to twitch subtly, and as I watched it, the blood poured back into it and lifted the expanding cock higher by the second. But Daddy remained inert. When he was fully erect I tried to rouse him once more. And then, when I saw he was playing dead in order to ease his conscience, I threw the last of my caution to the wind. Dammit, I wanted that big cock inside me whether he felt comfortable about it or not. And so I lifted one leg to straddle his upstanding dick, and eased my cunt over the top of it.
His thick knob pushed hard at my cunt's entrance and forced the flesh apart. All the moisture that had been gathering inside me for the duration of the blow job now came forth and oiled his dick to the point at which it simply slid up me. Smooth and hard, it filled my cunt with exactly what it had been crying out for. And, adjusting my position, I got ready to ride this erection out to the very end.
“No, wait,” Dad muttered, shifting uneasily. “I don't think this is right… wait a minute!”
“Don't worry, Daddy!” I breathed, riding him at an increasingly fast pace. I could see he might very easily chicken out of this consummation. Getting blown was one thing, we'd established a precedent for that ten years earlier. But fucking! Oh, I could read him like a book. All his native priggishness came to the foreground. Fucking was too close to sin for his liking. Well, he'd have to learn to live with it.
His eyes became shifty and he grabbed at the armrest as though he was about to stand up. I thrust my loins down over his dick and pinned him down with all my might. With a concerted effort I made my vaginal muscles contract over and over, setting up a quaking motion meant to wear down his resistance. He wavered. I leaned into him so that my hard nipples pressed into his skin, and I moved my torso so as to rub them through the patch of chest hair. At the same time I showered his face with kisses, ardent and wet beseeching him to come with me.
He kept on vacillating but while his cock remained solid I didn't care. My ass pumped down over that rigid ramrod, getting all the pleasure it had to offer. It was a few sizes too big for me, stretching me to the verge of pain. That pain added to my pleasure immeasurably. I heard myself whispering words into his ear, none of them fitting together, but all of them meaning just one thing: give me more! If only he would relax.
Like a bitch in heat I used his cock to bring myself off, hunched over, nails digging into his flesh, mindlessly laboring. And Daddy sat there as unresponsive as a frigid woman. A vague sense of anger welled up in my belly. Why couldn't he let go! We were alone, the barriers had been crossed, what was stopping him? And then, like the pain, my anger contributed to my ecstasy, making me work all the harder, more frenetically, to reach my climax. My cunt was so full of juices now that each downward thrust caused air bubbles that erupted with long, tearing sounds; and each upward pull made slurping sounds. I loved the sheer vulgarity of these noises. My wetness was my womanhood, the animal me, and the product of his phallus. Fucking harder, scratching and biting at him, hissing: “Come on, Daddy, fuck me, fuck me!” Emotions rollicked through me in dense pockets, gradually forming a whirlwind of passion that filled me to the point of bursting. I couldn't last much longer-any moment now, within seconds, that balloon would burst inside me and it would be all over. If Daddy would just hold still!
With devilish timing he got up and pushed me away. His face was contorted with a mixture of emotions, ranging from shame to lust. He wanted me, I knew he did. But for the moment he couldn't let himself admit it. And so he stood there with his big cock up high, oily from my succulent cunt. He didn't know what to do next. I tried to mount him again, desperate, encircling his chest with both my arms, lifting one leg up around his waist to fit his dick back into my burning emptiness. Dad pushed me away more rudely and said: “Stop it, Kathy, that's enough now! Sit down and behave yourself!” just as though I'd bee n naughty.
“Please, Daddy, don't do this to me!” I moaned. My orgasm was just around the corner, boiling inside me waiting to explode, demanding an outlet for its energies, and he wouldn't give me the final shove! I rushed him but he stepped aside. Finally I fell to the floor on my belly, both hands reaching for my cunt. My arms were trapped between my belly and the carpet, and like a snake I crawled around on the floor as my fingers filled that terrible hole and tugged at my clitoris with brute strength. There was no sensitivity there, only a burning desire for satisfaction. Huffing and panting, rolling from side to side and rubbing my tits against the rough carpet, I lifted myself up toward my orgasm, my just dessert! Dad tried to tell me something but my moans filled my ears. Not far now, a poke here, a tug there, and at last everything inside me unfolded, poised in full bloom, then flew apart and drained out of my every pore and orifice. A euphoric indolence took over, one that had me sprawling luxuriously on the floor in a state of forgetfulness.
Dad couldn't leave me be. “Get up, Kathy,” he said in his crisp, cold father's voice. “I want you to get dressed and go home. This is shocking!” He was busy putting his clothes on. The first garment to go was the one that covered his cock. Then his pants, securely buttoned up and belted before he began with his socks and shoes. Reluctantly I got myself into the vertical position and floated to where my clothes were hanging to begin the long and tedious process of covering my nakedness. Although I'd managed to take care of myself there was still something missing-something that I'd have had if Dad had fucked me right through to the end. I resented him for that. As I dressed I tried to think of some way of punishing him. The only fitting punishment that came to mind was to cut him dead-no more talk, no more sex. That was a little like cutting the nose off to spite the face but I felt very bitter.
I left his office without a word and went straight home. When asked why I'd come back early, I merely replied that my work was done and Dad had given me a few hours off. Aunt Liz looked at me curiously but I was too angry to explain the matter even to her. Later perhaps but for the time being I wanted to be alone. I locked the door to my room and lay flat on the bed, simmering till I dozed off.
Dad didn't come home for dinner. Everyone wondered where he could be except for Mum. She took it in her stride. Aunt Liz kept on throwing me inquisitive glances. Much as I wanted to tell her about my dilemma, I couldn't. It was too private, too close to the bone. Besides, there was something gnawing at me, a leftover need that burned in my belly tike a fire that hadn't been properly extinguished. Dad had taken me to such great heights of excitement, only to leave me teetering on a ledge on the way down. My eyes kept wandering in Bob's direction. He could take care of me. And if I was any judge of character he'd be more than willing, too. Nora and Bob obviously weren't getting it on together. He looked tense and drawn and she couldn't look anyone in the eye. If superstitions were true they'd both have enough hair growing out of their palms to make a pony tail.
I just knew he'd fuck me like a dervish if I could get him on his own. My pussy grew moist at the very thought of him working his frustrations out on me with long dagger-like plunges of his cock. He'd be a stallion, hot and frisky, totaling me… but I couldn't think about it any further. Already the others were eyeing me curiously, wondering why I couldn't sit still at the table. I bent low over my plate and pretended to eat with total concentration.
After dinner Elaine sat close to me on the sofa and whispered an invitation in my ear: “Why don't we go upstairs and play awhile, Kathy, I really feel like it tonight.”
“Later,” I said without much enthusiasm. What could her little fingers do for me? Bob's cock was the right tool for the job. He knew by this time that I wanted something from him. The glimmer in his eves told me he reciprocated all of my desires. But how would we manage it? If Nora was on our side we could do it in her room. Should we let Elaine see us? No, it'd be too much of a risk. Mum would stay up to wait for Dad to come home.
I couldn't work it out. In the end I went upstairs and slipped into bed. Elaine joined me soon afterwards, taking off all her clothes and displaying her sleek, elegant body to me. I just shook my head. “Why, what's the matter?” she asked, but I felt too listless to explain. Pouting angrily she crawled into her own bed and pretended to fall asleep immediately.
The hours passed by like fat old men. I watched TV, tried to read magazines, but nothing distracted me from my real needs. I had to get at Bob one way or another! Dad still hadn't come home. It was close to midnight when I made my move. Dressed in jeans and a top, with sneakers to muffle my footsteps, I snuck down the stairs and paused at the bottom to make sure Mum wasn't moving about. I could hear her talking with Aunt Liz in the living room. In spite of Dad's absence she was in extraordinarily high spirits. They were laughing and talking animatedly, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Perhaps she was glad because he was out.
I padded to the front door and walked around to the back of the house to once again climb the big old tree and resume my balcony seat. The light was on in Nora's room and again she was naked and flat on her back. But this time Bob was in bed with her. Not fucking her, far from it-just doing everything else!
At first I was shocked to see him lying face down between her legs. Nora lay with her knees drawn up and her hands on her tits, her face tense as ever. That reassured me somewhat. If she still couldn't ride with it even when he was down on her, then it wasn't likely that she was giving me real competition.
I crept closer, perching on the branch rather precariously to try to overhear what was going on. The window was partly open and Nora's mouth was moving, but I had to come within the circle of light to catch what she was saying. “Oh Bob, don't!” she said. “Please stop it. You can't possibly be enjoying that! I mean, it's very nice and everything but how disgusting it must be for you.” Bob looked up from her wet, dark-haired pussy for a moment and just shook his head before diving back in.
“Please Bob!” She kept protesting but her hands also kept on squeezing her full tits and her loins went on pushing up at his face. A divided creature was my sister. The look of agony on her face was absolutely sincere, but the gap between her emotions and her mind rivaled the Grand Canyon in width. Despite my own frustrations I couldn't help but sympathize with her. There she was, deriving all the benefits of Bob's nimble, penetrating tongue, and it was giving her only posers to contend with. If only I could be in her place.
“That's enough!” she said suddenly, and wrenched her pussy away from his face. She sat up on her pillow, her arms wrapped around her body, her legs drawn up tight so that all of her was well protected. “We can't go on this way. I mean, if I'm to be celibate, then I can't go leading you on, it's just not fair to you. Go back to your own bed, now, Bob, and let's just sleep it off.”
She might as well have told Lizzy Borden to stop at the first whack. Bob looked at her with fury in his eyes: “Are you kidding, Nora? Look at this erection, do you think it's there for nothing? I want you, I need you! Let me make love to you for once and then if you don't like it we'll call it quits. But don't pack me off to bed like this!”
“I'm sorry, I just don't think it's advisable to let you go any further.” She sat on her pillow and shut him out of her life. Bob stared at her for a moment or so. I held my breath. With a swift, sudden motion, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over toward him. Nora was powerless. In a thrice he had her on her back again and he'd positioned himself with his ass on her belly, his back hunched forward and three bunched fingers worked into her cunt with vindictive verve. She struggled violently, even threatened to scream, but Bob didn't seem to be listening. He drove his fingers in and out of her cunt till her protests diminished. And when she'd been suitably subdued he started to get more subtle. One finger disappeared up her asshole, his thumb went up her cunt's entrance, and the side of his hand crudely titillated her clitoris. And still she wouldn't give in. “This is terrible!” she gasped whenever she could catch her breath. “How awful! How could you do this to me, Bob!”
Bob toiled on, his face grim. I caught the tiny wet sounds of her cunt and knew how she must be feeling-physically, anyway. To have his fingers ramming up my cunt at that moment! But empathy helped a little. When Nora reached a reluctant climax I felt a kind of contact high.
“Now, you fucked-up bitch!” Bob hissed, turning around to face her. “This is your moment of truth. I'm tired of your nonsense, you're going to get fucked and now!”
When she heard that Nora began to protest in earnest. “No, don't,” she said, pulling away from him. “So help me, Bob, if you try that I'll scream this house down. That's one thing I can't take.”
“Why,” he sneered, “do you care more about your principles than my sanity?”
“It's not that.” She faced him in all seriousness. “This goes much deeper. The guy before Harold… well, he was a real animal, a pig. He used to fuck me every time we went out. If we went to a party he'd fuck me in his car on the way to it, or on the way home. He'd fuck me at drive-in movies, behind bushes, anywhere at all. The things he did disgusted me. I learned to hate the whole miserable business of fucking. One minute of heavy breathing and painful poking… it puzzles me to think that that's supposed to make the world go round. What do people see in it? After a while of that I just developed a kind of allergy to having anything enter my body. It makes me want to throw up, scream, run away. I just get terrified.”
Bob had backed off and listened to her with increasing sympathy. “So that's it,” he nodded. “Well, at least that makes more sense. But listen, I had my fingers up your cunt and that didn't seem to bother you at all.”
“That's different. You're my brother and those fingers aren't a cock.”
“A cock is thicker,” Bob shrugged. “You could overcome this hang-up in no time at all, providing you really want to.”
“I don't see much point in it.” Nora reached for her cigarettes and lit two, handed Bob one. “I'm just as happy without that hairy pig rutting on top of me.”
“He went for a minute and that tells me all I want to know about his lovemaking ability,” argued Bob. “If you'll give me a chance I'll show you what real fucking is-and believe me, it'll change your mind about sex.”
“No… nothing personal, Bob, but not just yet When I get over that schmuck perhaps.”
His ardor had faded. Nora saw it and relaxed. She lay back on her pillow and smoked in silence. Bob seemed on the point of going to bed and calling it a night. Now was my big chance. I eased my way along the branch till the window sill was within reach. “Bob!” I hissed, extending my hand. “Help me inside, will you!”
They looked up, startled. Bob was quick to act. He leaned out of the window and helped, literally picking me up off the branch and carrying me over the gap in space. “Goddammit, Kathy,” Nora said angrily, “will you get out of this nasty habit of spying, please!”
“I've come to help you,” I said. “I'm going to let Bob make love to me so you'll be able to see for yourself what fun it is.”
“Oh, terrific,” she said sourly. “A private show. What is this, a hygiene class? Come on, you two, let me get some sleep.”
“No, wait,” said Bob, giving me a secret wink, “I think Kathy has a good idea. Why don't you just watch and make up your mind that way? It won't hurt, right?”
“I don't care what you do.” Nora was angry now and turned her back to us. “Go ahead, do what you have to do. Just leave me out of your sordid business.”
I didn't care if she watched or not. Bob was so close to me, his hard cock pointing at my cunt with the promise of fulfillment. I sat down on his bed and looked up at him expectantly. He looked around at Nora, who ignored us as well as she could, and said: “Look at the way Kathy responds to cunt kissing, Nora, and you'll see how enjoyable it really is.”
“For perverts like you two maybe,” Nora muttered. Bob shrugged humorously and got down on his knees between my legs. His hands moved smoothly along my thighs, sweeping the hem of my nightie up out of the way, and in the one motion he rested his face between my legs, his tongue flicking out at the over-sensitive pussy. At once my body was beset by long, thrilling impulses, lightning flashes of pleasure that reverberated through me and forced me to lie back and give him my all. That tongue of his danced and darted, lashing out at every little erogenous arsenal down there, sparking each one off before moving on to the next one and leaving me breathless, gasping, within seconds. My hands absently worked to take my nightie off but it took me ages. Finally I managed to sit up and pull it over my head, but by that time Bob wasn't concerned about any other part of me but the one he had in his mouth.
He could take my whole cunt in his mouth or just purse his lips and tug at my clitoris. His tongue could ream up my hole, probing and ticking inside me like a frisky little cock, and it knew how to lightly brush along my labia so as to evoke the wildest urges in my flesh. How was it, I wondered vaguely, that Bob and I had been given so much in the way of sensuality, while Nora, Mum, and Dad had so little? Not enough to get them over the hurdles, anyway. I just hoped they'd find out what they were missing one day. Bob had me impaled on his tongue now, stirring me up, arousing my passions, and all I could do was tell him how good it felt. I caught a glimpse of Nora and she was watching openly. How could she resist?
He had his hands under my cheeks now and held them well apart, opening my cunt up wide so that his tongue could dig in all the deeper. His face was buried in my cunt, the nose nuzzling my clitoris deliciously, his lizard's tongue flicking at my asshole and cunt hole in equal doses, licking and sucking at me, conducting my passions like a maestro in charge of an orchestra. He was in total control. His tongue had only to slither up my cunt to make me cry out with ecstasy and writhe from side to side. And when he made the tip of his furled tongue apply pressure on my clit I just about jack-knifed forward, desperate to stop the excruciating tickling sensation and to make sure he'd keep it up forever.
“Tell Nora how good it is,” he said, his voice muffled by flesh and hair and wetness. “Convince her once and for all.”
“All right,” I said shakily. With a titanic effort I raised my torso and rested back on my elbows to face Nora. She avoided looking at me but her eyes couldn't help but stray to my loins to watch Bob's efforts with something approaching envy. “It's really beautiful, Nora,” I began. Words wouldn't come. What the hell, couldn't she see how good it was? “It makes you feel like a… a victim, that's it, like your cunt rules your mind. Ooooooh Bob!” I pulled back and hissed at him with sudden tension. He'd started to work his finger into my cunt while his lips concentrated on my clitoris, and in no time at all he'd produced a burst of passion in me that I just couldn't contain. He understood. His fingers moved right up inside me and began to fuck me rapidly, but he kept away from my clitoris. “So good,” I said, falling back. “You ought to try it, Nora… oh, Jesus! Ooooh,oh, oh, oh! Bob, harder, harder, oh my God-aaaaahhh!” It felt as though his fingers were a lightning rod through which all of my emotions were discharged into the earth. For a moment I experienced a total peace, nothing left inside me; I was floating, moaning, angelic, so out of it that I didn't notice him inserting his cock.
He was on top of me and fucking with long, regular strokes by the time I'd come to. My arms and legs were wrapped tightly around him and I couldn't stop kissing his face and neck. That old, nagging frustration from this afternoon had been largely dissipated. Bob was now in the process of creating a new lust and satisfying it. I went along with him willingly, pushing my cunt up at his marauding cock and egging him on with feverish kisses and whispered words.
“It can't be that good,” Nora's voice cut into our passionate bubble suddenly and we did our best to ignore it. “I mean, Bob sucked my cunt too but it didn't do anything to me. Some of us have self-discipline and others of us just indulge ourselves, it seems. I don't care for this sort of thing. You two will have to learn to understand that-if you can.”
She stood by the side of Bob's bed, dressed in her own floor-length nightie, a living monument of reproach. I wanted her to go up in a puff of smoke. Bob shared my desire. “For Chrissakes, Nora, get the fuck out of here!” he said sharply, and returned his attention to the matter in hand.
“That's a nice way to address your sister,” said Nora, but she went back to her own bed and shut up. Bob's mighty piston started to slide in and out of my overheated, saturated pussy again, in and out with perfect assurance, his cock hard and true, his hands under my ass, his dead weight crushing down on me like one big caress. It took us little or no time to restore the delicate balance of our screw, both of us immersing ourseti in the other, and soon I'd become the sheath for his sword, nothing more, nothing less.
But Bob had more on his mind than that. He pulled his cock out of me without warning and Lifted me up bodily to deposit me on my hands and knees on Nora's bed. She was too shocked to move out of the way. Instead she jut sat there with me straddling her prostrate form and watched wide-eyed as Bob got into position behind me and eased his cock right back up my quailing pussy again. I bent down low so I could look back through my legs and see his balls swinging back and forth with every stroke. What Nora did was her own affair.
She took it for as long as she could, lying there with us heaving above her. Then, resolutely, she tried to wriggle out from under. Before she could get her legs out of the way, Bob pushed me down on top of her, pinning her down for the moment. Again she lay still, not at all sure of what to do in such a confronting situation. Bob kept on fucking me, his thick cock down between my closed thighs, deep into the wet, hot pit and stroking me up tremendously. My tits were on her knees with only the sheet between us. Resting my head to one side I could look right up her nightie, up where her well-protected pussy took cover in the shadows. Impulsively I reached out and caressed her thickly haired cunt. She pulled back as though she'd received an electric shock, but I'd discovered in that split second how hot and wet she really was. Her ambivalence was pretty well complete. She wanted it as desperately as she didn't want it.
Bob pulled out again, this time to take hold of Nora and tear at her nightie with one hand. I was quick to help him, and together we tore her garment off before she could even begin to protest. As soon as she was naked and the sheet had been moved out of the way, Bob told me to get on top of her. I obeyed without hesitation. Her body stiffened as I lay on her but that was alright. Her full tits squashed into my smaller ones and her pubic bone backed off from mine until Bob got on top of me and shoved his cock rudely back into my cunt. Then the combined weight caused my bone to gnash against hers, flexing the skin of her cunt in harmony with Bob's fucking, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Get off me!” she hissed, real anger in her voice. “Get off before I scream!”
“Go ahead,” I said, “scream.”
She opened her mouth wide to let it all hang out but before a sound could emerge I pressed my mouth down over hers and kissed her passionately. That not only shut her up-it stunned her, too. She stared at me as though I'd lost my mind. And while she stared that inexorable stimulation down under kept moving ahead, slow, insidious, undermining her steely resolve without her being aware of it Bob fucked to beat the band. His cock moved back so far that it was lost in space for a second before plunging back into-me, edging me closer to my imminent climax and indirectly jerking Nora off. I loved the feel of her soft body under mine, the way her hard nipples pushed into my flesh and her pubic hair chafed against my skin. Even if she did her best to remain aloof under this pulsing, writhing mess of erotica, I knew that parts of her at least were with us all the way.
Gradually I forgot about her. It felt as though I'd been sandwiched between two pillows of flesh with a powerful, plunging vibrator moving about in my cunt, and that all of this worked only for the sake of my pleasure. I clung to Nora and rested my face on her shoulder, sighing and squealing, moving with impatience now and then as Bob seemed to slacken. He soon speeded up to keep abreast of my demands, though. If ever a man had learned how to be a lover in a hurry, it was Bob.
A new climax dawned on me, rising from my toes and swelling to fill my body for a brief, glorious moment. Then, as exhaustion and contentment displaced lust and frustration, I felt his cream rush up my tunnel with all the force of a firehose, burst after burst, while he fucked like a berserker, frantic to get the last licks in. And from beneath me Nora's little cries blended with his grunts and my sighs. I looked at her curiously, wondering if an emotion had befallen her. If it had she did a good job of covering it up. Her face was blank, flushed and sweaty but blank. When Bob rolled off me she tossed me off her and jumped out of the bed at once. “I won't forget this,” she said, grabbing a towel out of a drawer and wiping herself all over. “You've humiliated and exploited me, but I'll get my own back one day.”
Bob just shook his head and staggered over to his own bed. Nora waited for me to get off, then set to straightening the sheets and wiping the spreading patch of sperm with the towel. “Disgusting!” she muttered. I figured it was time to leave.