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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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Making Daddy
By Jack Grant
Chapter 1
As Robin Hawley prepared to sneak out in the dark night and
watch her daddy screw a young girl she was doing it more by
budding female instinct than any sure knowledge. Strange new
feelings about her father were growing in her small bosom, and she
tingled now at the thought of what she was about to see.
Robin held her breath and listened for the soft, even sound
of her sister's breathing. The bedroom was dark and quiet. She
figured it must be close to midnight by now. It had been hard to
stay awake so late, but the excitement of what she might see had
keyed her up so she didn't even feel tired. Now she slipped back
the sheet and crawled out of her twin bed.
She stood a moment listening for any sign from Jodi. There
was none, and Robin tiptoed across the soft carpet to the door.
Her heart was pounding and she shivered a little even though the
night was warm. It was August, and the summer had hit with a
fierce, gripping heat wave that seemed reluctant to loosen. Robin
loved it for several reasons. Summer vacation was her favorite
time of year, since it meant no school. Summer vacation also
meant the lake cabin instead of the house in the city. And now,
there was the special thrill of finding out some of the things she
wanted to know!
She had been down at the lake swimming, lazing in the water,
floating on her back in an inner tube. She let the currents and
waves carry her wherever they would, and she lay with her eyes
closed to the sun. She hadn't realized that she had been drawn
back to the dock and the pontoon boat tied to it until she heard
the murmur of voices. She opened her eyes and pulled herself
under the end of the dock, thinking she would sneak up on the
talkers and splash them from her hidden stronghold. At ten, Robin
enjoyed the childish games and trickery.
She paddled softly so as not to alarm those on the other end
of the dock. She recognized her father's voice first.
"God, you've got to know that I've been looking at you and
wanting you since that first day you walked out here on the beach
in that goddamn bikini! Christ, Francie, the sight of those tits
drives me crazy! I want to feel them ..."
Robin saw the shadow of movement as the man put his hand on
the girl.
"Mister Hawley, don't! Someone might see us!" It was
Francine Collins, the sixteen-year-old girl who lived in a cabin a
short distance along the shore. Her brother did some work around
the yard and cabin for the Hawleys and she often wandered down to
watch him or to talk to the girls, Robin and her nine-year-old
sister Jodi. Sometimes, Stan Hawley took Francie or her brother
Jack water-skiing behind the big boat. When Robin rode along to
spot for them, she noticed the way her father watched the older
girl--it was hard for him to take his eyes off her.
So now, she was very quiet under the dock while she listened
to them talk.
"Christ Almighty, how can I stop! You've been flaunting that
gorgeous body of yours at me all summer, and now you say 'no, no,
mustn't touch!' Do you think I'm made of iron?" The shadows
moved again and his voice was lower. "Look, I've got a hard-on
just thinking about you and being this close!"
Francie made a funny sound that was part moan and part
giggle. "Don't ..." she whispered hoarsely.
"Then say you'll meet me tonight!"
"I--"
"Say you will!" Her father sounded almost angry.
"Yes, all right ..."
"God! Where ... what time ...?" Her father's breath was
rasping loudly and the boards of the dock creaked as the two moved
quickly. Robin thought she could make out her father's hand on
the girl's fanny, but the waves bobbed her inner tube, and the
shadows cut off her view. She held her breath and listened.
"Ahhhh ... the screened patio next-door. The house is
closed, the Murphys won't be back up until Labor Day weekend ..."
"All right. Eleven o'clock?" Her father's voice was tight
and rough as though he were having trouble breathing.
"No ... I can't make it that early."
"Yes, you can! Make some excuse; get away ..."
The boards creaked. "I can't ... maybe between eleven thirty
and twelve ... not before. My father stays up and he wouldn't let
me out of the house ..."
"Sneak out, for god sake!"
She giggled. "I'll be there before midnight; that's all I
can promise. He listens to the news at eleven o'clock; I can't
get past him then. Maybe right afterwards ..."
"God, Francie, I'm so fucking hard for you I could roll you
over right now on this friggin' dock!"
"Mister Hawley ..." Francie's shadow moved closer to his,
and Robin saw the two figures come together and pull apart
quickly.
"Don't ... tonight, I promise."
The girl moved quickly then, pulling away from the man and
standing up on the end of the dock and diving into the water.
From her hiding place under the dock, Robin saw the girl's slim
form slice into the calm lake and leave a wide circle of ripples.
Francie swam underwater until she was halfway to the next dock,
the one that jutted out from the shore of the Murphy cabin.
Stan Hawley sat for a few seconds, then got to his feet and
went toward the shore. From under the dock, Robin saw him pull
his beach coat around him, but before he got it closed, she had a
quick glimpse of the hard bulge at his crotch under the tight blue
swim trunks. Robin felt a hard, tight warmness in her belly. The
little she knew about sex came from the so-called sex-education
classes she had at school. She knew about a man's penis and a
woman's vagina, and how they came together to make babies.
Intercourse. That's what it was called. But her father had made
it sound far more exciting than any textbook ever had. And what
he planned with Francine Collins wasn't for the purpose of making
a baby. Robin knew that sex was a thing of pleasure that the
books didn't tell about. She'd heard her mother and father in bed
at night, heard the sounds of pleasure they both uttered as they
had intercourse. She'd also heard words like 'fuck' and 'screw'
and 'cunt'. And 'hard-on'. Her father had one for Francie.
When her father vanished in the house, Robin paddled out from
her hiding place. She thought a lot about what she'd heard,
thought about it the rest of the day. And by the time she'd gone
to bed that night, she knew that she wasn't going to stay there.
She was going to sneak out of the cabin and make her way to the
Murphys' place. She was going to watch and listen as her father
and Francie met.
Now she was on her way. She didn't bother with a robe since
it was still and warm. The air had cooled just enough to make
sleep possible and the humidity had dropped so it was pleasant.
In the thin short nightie, Robin was warm enough. She eased out
of the bedroom and carefully shut the door behind her.
Her parents' bedroom was dark, and Robin knew that her mother
hadn't yet returned from the trip to town she'd made with several
friends for some kind of meeting. Her mother was always off to
something, here at the lake or home in the city. Nina Hawley
rarely sat around doing nothing.
Outside, the moonlight was bright, and Robin stayed close to
the house as she crossed toward the dark stand of trees that
formed a thick wall between the Hawley cabin and the Murphy one.
She was afraid that her pale figure would be spotted easily if
anyone looked this way--like her father or Francie. In the light
gown, she was like a ghost hovering along the edge of the shadows.
But maybe Francie and Dad would be too busy to look up ... She
hoped so: she was counting on it.
Her belly had that hard feeling again, something inside her
stirred at the thought of the education that was about to be given
her. She licked her lips and ran lightly across the patch of open
yard to the trees. She was panting for breath, and she moved
slowly now, touching tree trunks to guide her to the next yard.
The screened summerhouse of the rendezvous was backed almost to
the wall of trees on this side, and she would be able to hide out
of sight while she listened and watched. The moonlight would
bathe the small enclosure from the clearing on the opposite side,
making the patio a stage for her viewing.
Dry leaves and pine needles cracked under her bare feet, and
Robin felt a moment of panic for fear the couple in the patio
would hear her. Her heart was pounding so loud it seemed
impossible that it couldn't be a drumbeat in the night. But she
could see the whitish screens now ... She paused and listened.
There were no voices, no noises at all. Robin caught her lip
between her teeth and peered at the summerhouse. A tiny point of
light glowed in the shadows at the far side. A cigarette.
Her father was alone, sitting on a large lounge chair,
smoking. He sat hunched over as though in pain and every few
seconds he stared off in the direction of Francie's house. She
hadn't gotten there yet. Robin smiled and settled against a tree
to wait.
Her father stubbed out the cigarette and got to his feet.
Just then the soft sound of someone running on the grass could be
heard. Robin saw the pale flutter of Francie's robe as the girl
darted toward the summerhouse.
Stan Hawley had the screen door open and grabbed the girl in
his arms. "My god! I thought you weren't coming!"
"Aaaaahhhh--" Her words were cut off as Stan jerked her hard
against his body and crushed her mouth in a kiss.
His tongue lashed against her lips, forcing them open. He
could feel the girl's unfettered tits under the thin robe, feel
the hard pips of the nipples against his chest burning at his
flesh through the sports shirt he wore. He pressed his crotch to
hers, and his cock began to grow hard on contact.
"Christ ..." He groaned the word as he let her extricate
herself from his embrace.
"I told you I'd be here ..." Francie sounded excited.
"Take off the robe." He was already skimming his shirt over
his head. He tossed it behind him and unfastened his slacks. He
had wanted to wait for her to be naked but didn't dare take the
chance. Now he wasn't wasting any time peeling down to his skin.
The girl untied the belt at her waist, and the robe fluttered
down her arms. She stood very straight and waited for the man to
pull his pants from his legs. When he straightened, he said, "Oh,
my god!"
Several yards away, Robin stared. Francie's naked body
gleamed like marble in the moonlight. Robin could see the high,
full mounds of her breasts and the dark circles of the patches at
the tips. The girl's slim waist and gently flaring hips were a
frame for the dark patch of pubic hair at her crotch.
Stan stared at the lovely sight before him. She was as full,
lush and ripe as he'd known she would be. The skimpy bikini had
hinted at the lovely tits that hung beneath it, and now they were
uncovered for his eyes. And his hands. He grabbed for her.
"Christ, baby ..." His hands mauled at the mounds, crushing and
mashing the firm, youthful flesh. She had no sag at all, just the
hard, jutting prominence of youth. He could feel the heat of her
body radiate to his palms. He felt the hard pips of her nipples
begin to push at his hands, force themselves out of the rosy dark
beds of uneven skin and pop forth like blooming flowers. He
dragged her to the lounge chair and almost threw her onto it. He
was on top of her at once, his hungry mouth searching for the tit
and capturing it like a ripe cherry.
The girl moaned and breathed through her mouth. "Ohhhhh--
mmm." His mouth was working at her breast, his tongue lapping her
flesh and driving her wild. His hands were all over her, probing,
digging. Between her legs, at her cunt. God, he was turning her
on fast. His hard, angular body was hot on hers, their skin
torrid and sweating. She knew that she wanted him. She wanted
him bad. She'd been flirting with him all summer whenever she
could get away with it, and now he was here ... She moved her
legs apart and let his hand dive into the warm haven of moist
hair. She was already dribbling cunt juice from her excited
belly. His hand found it, and he sucked hard on the tit, as his
lust grew. He plunged his hand into her, pushing aside the wet
folds of erotic flesh, rubbing hard over her clitoris and sending
shivers through her whole body. Now his fingers were deep in her
pussy, digging into the pulpy walls of flesh and driving her
crazy. Francie groped for the man's cock.
He let go of her tit then and brought his face up to hers.
His fingers never missed a beat of the hot tempo he had going in
her vagina. His voice was ragged. "You're not a virgin ..."
"No--"
"Who ..."
When she didn't answer right away, he hand-fucked her faster
and harder as he repeated the question: "Who's had you, baby? How
many guys? Kids?" His voice rasped and his breath was a
strangled sound deep in his throat.
Francie realized then that he wasn't asking out of curiosity.
It excited him to have her talk about others ... She smiled and
told him. "Boys ... at school ..."
"No men?" His hand pounded in her cunt.
"Aaaaahhh--no ... only you ... you're the ... first ...
please ..."
"Soon, baby, soon ... Grab my cock. Yeah ... oh, god,
yessss, that's the way ..."
She had him now and she pushed her hand back and forth on the
huge, throbbing sex organ. He was big, bigger than any of the
boys she knew--oh, god, she wanted it in her ...
"How old were you when you lost your cherry?" His lips were
nibbling at her neck, her shoulder, his face pressing into the
warm fragrance of her hair ...
"Twelve ..."
"Do you know how to suck cock?" He sounded as if he would
explode. His belly was a hard knot of passion now, and her hot
little hand was sending him out of his bird. Christ, she was
going to be good fucking!
"I ..."
"Go ahead; put it in your mouth. You'll like it, baby ..."
He moved with her and got them into the sixty-nine position.
In the darkness of the trees, Robin listened and watched.
Somehow she knew exactly what they were talking about, knew
exactly what they were doing. Some deep female instinct told her
what her previous knowledge did not include. She felt her chest
tighten as though a rope were tied around it. She had to lean
forward slightly to ease the hard pain in her belly. Something
was happening inside her, something strange and exciting. It was
almost as if she were being touched on her private parts, excited
along with Francie. She leaned against the tree and slowly sank
down along it until she was squatting on the ground. Then she
pressed her fist to her mouth to be sure she didn't make any
sounds out loud. She turned her complete attention to the couple
in the summerhouse.
Chapter 2
Francie wrapped her lips around the huge swollen shaft of
flesh and began to suck it. It was hot and hard in her mouth,
filling it and stabbing into her throat. He moved, forcing the
big tool back and forth as though he were fucking her this way.
She was shaking, hungry for him and full of hot desire. Her belly
was on fire. He pushed her leg up and put his face to her crotch.
She almost screamed when the hot spear of his tongue moved across
her cunt, searching out her clitoris and lapping at it violently.
No one had ever done that to her before, and she liked it--she
liked it very much. It did crazy things to her, things that made
her forget everything but the hunger of her body for this man. He
was far more talented than any of the kids who had taken Francie
up 'til now. She knew she was going to enjoy this night.
His darting tongue stabbed between the hot swollen folds of
her labia, parting them and lapping at the juice she was already
pouring out for him. It excited him, and he guzzled it greedily.
That excited her.
She was enjoying that cock in her mouth thoroughly now. She
had regulated her breathing to his movements, and she could
concentrate on the lovely smooth head of the tool as it pushed
back and forth in her mouth. It was huge, like a giant cap on a
stem. The head was slippery and smooth, a glossy lollipop for her
tongue. Tiny drops of tart salty fluid oozed from the small slit
at the apex of the head, and the taste of it drove her crazy. She
tried to suck out more. The foreskin covering the long stem of
the cock was drawn back tightly, and the puckered folds around the
base of the head moved with each thrust she made. She could feel
it slide and come up again each time the cock speared into her
mouth. Oh, god, she was hot!
Stan drank up the kid's cunt juice hungrily. She was tight
and nice; he could feel the hot lips of her pussy grab at him each
time he licked up into her vagina. He could feel those big
beautiful knockers bounce against his belly every time she thrust
at his prick, and they were hot and heavy. He rubbed his flesh
against them, felt with his hands for her ass, pulled her close
and held her tight. God, she was sucking up a storm on his cock,
and he was wild for her. He wanted to come right in her fucking
mouth, but he knew his climax would be that much sweeter for
waiting for the young cunt. He gulped for air and pried her thigh
from his head, forcing her leg high enough so he could move deeper
along her body. He licked his way from the cunt to every inch of
flesh around it, flicking the heavy folds of erotic flesh with his
tongue nibbling them with his teeth. She was writhing and
thrashing under him. He grinned. He wanted her really hot. He
wanted her to like it so damned much that she'd come back for
more--whenever he wanted her! He started his tongue along the
deeper crevice of her ass, heading for her asshole to rim it and
see how she liked that. He was willing to bet that she'd never
had it before. For all her big tits and popped cherry, she was
still a pretty green kid.
It surprised him a little how much he enjoyed the young
flesh. He'd known that he'd been taking a chance making a play
for a girl so young. Just a kid, but he liked the idea now ...
even more than the hot body should warrant. Maybe it was the idea
of the forbidden fruit of the child ... He grinned again and
found her asshole with his tongue.
It surprised her so that she almost let go of his cock. He
pushed the hard tool back into her throat and moved his hips so
she'd know he wanted her to keep up the good work. Now his tongue
was at the tight, puckered muscle of her anus. He licked over it,
around it, at it. She whimpered but kept sucking him. He could
tell that he was turning her on high, and the thought made him
lick harder and faster at her asshole. He poked his tongue
against the tightly drawn muscle and forced it open enough to
admit just the tip of his oral organ. She groaned and her body
quivered. She'd never had this before ...
Francie felt as if she had fallen into a bubbling cauldron of
molten steel. Her whole body ached and boiled for what he was
doing to her. She thought she'd go out of her mind when he began
to suck her cunt, but now it was even wilder. He was licking her
asshole and driving her to spasms of wild delight. His fingers
found her cunt and began to play in it while his mouth was busy at
her back gate. "Oh, Lord!" she moaned on the hard driving cock in
her mouth. "Oh, Lord!" Her lips pounded to try to tell him. She
was coming! She couldn't stem the hot tide of orgasm that washed
over her. It flooded her, carried her to dizzying heights of
ecstasy. She felt the hot spurting juice swamp his hand and run
out of her cunt. He felt it, too, and he made a quick move to put
his mouth back to the spout of her pussy and drink up the nectar.
His face and mouth were covered with her come-juice, and his
tongue lapped furiously to catch as much as it could. Now he was
ready, too hot to wait any longer. He shoved her back, forcing
her to lie flat on the lounge chair and pulling his cock from her
mouth with a loud popping sound. He scrambled on top of her.
"Christ, baby, I'm so fucking hot! Let me in that little
love hole--ooooohhhh yeah!"
He was atop her, pushing down at her body with impatient
thrusts. His stabbing, swollen shaft of sex found the ready, wet,
wide-open target of her pussy. It slammed into her like a piston.
Francie felt it and when it hit bottom, digging into the
thick, wet pulp of her vagina and forcing the tight muscle to
spread and let him penetrate the inner opening of her uterus, she
felt the hot, ready orgasm hit her again.
"Aaahhh! Oooooo, I'm commmiinngg!!" She pounded her fists
at his naked back, drummed her heels on his ass and tried to force
him harder and deeper into her. She was on fire, coming violently
but still knowing she was not through, that he would make her come
again ... "Yeeesss!!!"
"Christ, you're tight and hot ... how's this baby? ... what
a fuckhole ... mmmm, goooddd ..." He felt the film of sweat cover
his body. The night air seemed ten degrees warmer, but he knew it
was the heat radiating from her body and meeting his own. Her
cunt was a hot, hugging clamp on his prick. When she came, more
hot spurting juice bathed his hard, stabbing tool. It lit new
fires for him. He wasn't going to hold off much longer. Not with
a wet swamping cunt like this around him. She was damned good
fucking ... nice tight little-girl fucking ... he liked it more
and more each second!
Outside the summerhouse, Robin hunched in the shadows and
watched and listened. Her young body was shivering, but not from
the cold. She had never felt like this before, never known what
hot, sweet pain her young organs held. Her mouth was dry, and she
kept licking her lips as the girl in the chair a few feet away
moaned and cried out in delight. Robin pressed her fists to her
belly and tried to stop the hard, hot pain that grew there. Her
thighs were moist under the short nightgown, and her hairless
pubic mound throbbed with a dull, aching need. She could feel the
tiny bud of flesh between the folds of flesh sting and pulse, and
she wondered what it would feel like to have a man lick it and
touch it. She shivered again and bit her lip to keep the
whimpering cry silent.
The couple in the summerhouse probably wouldn't have heard if
she screamed aloud. They were caught in the final throes of their
passion, fucking hard against each other as Stan's climax became
imminent.
"Ooooohhh!" The girl's hips rose to meet his thrusting
prick.
"Here it comes, kid. Christ, I'm coming, I'm commmiiingg
noowww!!!" And he did. The hot, heavy load of semen gushed from
his stabbing cock and spurted into her heavenly cunt. It sloshed
and bubbled, filling her and mingling with the thick load of her
own juices, which had already swamped her hole. It felt like a
ten-megaton explosion.
Francie gasped as the new wave of lust filled her, and was
instantly set off to an orgasm by his hot geyser of semen. The
man drove the hard shaft into her over and over again, hitting her
with new fury and drawing out every drop of fucking come-juice her
young body could produce. Their sex organs meeting made loud, wet
sounds in the night and it was difficult for her not to scream
aloud her pleasure. Instead, she moaned and groaned it in a rough
whisper.
"Mmm, ooowww, yyeeesss, aaaggghhh!!" Her fingers clawed at
his smooth, hard shoulders, trying to find a hold in the flesh to
keep him close. She was slick with their mingled perspiration,
drenched with their mixture of sex secretions. Her whole body
tingled hotly. When he finally slowed and came to rest atop her,
she was gasping for breath. She clung to him, her arms tight
around his damp body as he lay on her. She could feel the hot
pressure of his chest and the curled dark hair that covered it on
her tits. She could still feel the hard pressure of his cock in
her cunt and the heavy pressure of his body against her clitoris.
She wanted the pleasure to last forever.
But he pushed away after a few moments. "Wow, that was the
best fuck I've had in a hell of a long time!" he said.
She smiled and reached for his cock as he pulled it from her
cunt. It was still firm, but it had lost the rigid need it had
been filled with before. She clamped her fist around the sticky
wet shaft and stroked it gently. "Really, Mister Hawley?"
He fondled a tit and swung his legs over the side of the
lounge chair so he could sit up. "Hell, yes! God Almighty, girl,
you could please ten men!"
She giggled. "You don't mind that I'm only sixteen?" Francie
asked softly.
He laughed and touched her hand where she held his prick so
lovingly. "For a kid, you know how to please that tool." He
groped on the floor for his pants to get a cigarette. He lit it
and inhaled deeply. "Francie?"
"Yes, Mister Hawley?"
He dragged on the smoke and looked at her in the glow of the
halo of light from the cigarette. "I want to see you again--
soon."
She didn't answer right away and he squeezed her tit and
poked his finger at the dormant nipple to bring it alive again.
She felt the tremor run through her. She wanted to see him again.
Lots ...
"Okay?" he prompted.
She nodded and whispered, "Yes, Mister Hawley ... yesss."
In the shadow of the trees, Robin was doubled up with the hot
pain in her own belly, which had not been satisfied. She was
confused, not sure what to do. She had never felt like this
before, and it frightened her a little. She had set out to learn
and widen her education about grown-up things. Now she was caught
in a tight, hot web that she couldn't free herself from. It
hadn't helped to see and hear the lovemaking of her father and the
neighbor girl. She had learned a lot, a lot indeed. But now she
had a very pressing and real problem. One of the things she
learned too well was that her own body was longing for the ritual
of love. Dazed, she realized now that what she felt was desire--
even lust. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to experience the
wonder of a hard cock in her body, feel it throb and push at her
female flesh the way Francie had. Up until now, she had thought
of sexual pleasure as something reserved for adults--like her
mother and father. Now she realized it could happen much earlier
than she had suspected. It had happened to Francie. It was
trying to happen to her--her body was ready; she only needed a
man.
She came back to reality with a start. The two figures in
the summerhouse were stirring, getting ready to leave.
"... a quick swim to wash off," her father was saying.
"We shouldn't--"
"We can be very quiet. Christ, I can't go back into the
cabin dripping with your cunt juice, baby ... My wife's not all
that dumb!"
Soft laughter. The two figures picked up the clothing they
had scattered on the floor in their haste, and let themselves out
of the screened enclosure. The two nude figures, arm in arm, ran
softly down the slope to the water.
Robin waited until the man and the girl had eased themselves
from the end of the dock into the lake. There was hardly a splash
to betray their movements, and Robin could no longer see them.
She pushed herself to a standing position, holding onto the tree
until the tight coiled pain in her belly let up enough for her to
stand. She breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the cool night
air and trying to slow down her pounding heart. Then very slowly
and carefully, she made her way back through the trees toward the
cabin.
Chapter 3
Crossing the clearing, Robin noted that her mother's car
wasn't parked near the cabin. She was still out. Robin couldn't
help wondering what her mother would say if she knew about Daddy
and Francine Collins. She wondered how wives felt about their
husbands having sex with other women--or girls, in this case.
The heaviness in her guts had let up a little, but it wasn't
gone. Robin's damp thighs rubbed together as she crept along in
the darkness, and the feeling made her excited. Everything seemed
to add to her excitement, and she kept wondering what it would
feel like to have a man's sex organ up inside her.
She let herself into the cabin and made her way to the
bedroom stealthily. She closed the door and began to climb into
her bed.
"Where have you been?" Jodi's harsh whisper sliced the
silence.
Robin jumped and her heart pounded, racing with fright. "To
the bathroom," she lied.
"You were not!" Jodi sat up and peered across the space
between the beds. "I went to the bathroom and you weren't there!
You've been outside!" The voice was trembling and full of
accusation. Jodi leaned over so her face was only a few feet from
her sister. "What were you doing out there?"
Robin felt the panic swell in her chest. "Nothing. I just
went for a walk." She thought quickly. "It was warm and I wanted
to cool off."
"I'm gonna tell Mom--"
"No! Don't!" Her panic was real now, and it told in her
voice.
Jodi laughed softly. "Then you'd better tell me where you
were and what you were doing." Smug satisfaction tinged her
words.
Robin got along well enough with her sister. With only
thirteen months separating them in age, they shared a lot of the
same interests and were only a grade apart in school. But there
was a slight rivalry, with Jodi feeling compelled to do everything
her older sister did, beat her whenever she could. Yet the two
girls felt a closeness in many ways. They were younger by several
years than their two brothers. The boys, Kevin and Drew, were in
high school and had interests far beyond the scope of the two 'kid
sisters'. Right now, they were off on a canoe trip along some
remote Canadian-border lake. They spent only a few days each
summer at the lake cabin that Jodi and Robin still loved for the
whole summer ...
"Okay," Robin said with a sigh. "Come on over here. I don't
want Mom or Dad to hear us talking and come in to check."
Jodi scrambled from her bed and hopped onto her sister's.
"They're not home," she whispered. "I looked."
Robin nodded. "I know. Mom hasn't gotten back from town
yet. And I know where Dad is."
"Oh? Where?"
Robin grinned in the darkness. "Promise not to tell?"
"Of course, dummy. Now, come on. What's this all about?
Does your going out in the middle of the night have anything to do
with Dad being out?" Jodi was excited and her words came out a
little breathlessly.
"Sort of." In a low hushed voice, Robin told her sister
about what she had done, beginning with the overheard conversation
that afternoon down at the dock. Jodi listened raptly as Robin
described her excursion to the Murphys' summerhouse to watch their
father and the young girl from down the road meet in their stolen
rendezvous. From time to time Jodi interrupted with a question.
"You mean you really saw them naked?"
"Yes, of course. The moonlight was bright and it was almost
like daytime. I could see real good."
"What was he like ... Daddy? Tell me, ooohhh, tell me
everything!" Jodi bounced up and down on the bed.
"I will if you stop interrupting!" Robin delighted in her
special knowledge and was eager to talk about it. "He's big. His
penis is real long and it was hard--so hard it kind of stuck out
from his body instead of hanging down. She grabbed hold of it."
"Aahhh!"
"That's not all. That was just the beginning." In slow,
delicious detail, Robin recounted the events that followed. She
told her sister how their father had made the girl suck him while
he licked and sucked her. "I couldn't see for sure," Robin said,
"but I think he was kissing her ass, too. Maybe even licking it."
"You're kidding!"
"No. He pushed way up between her legs and she made all
kinds of funny noises. She was really excited, so he must have
been doing something. His hands were all over her--in her thing
and all!"
"Then what?" Jodi was so excited she could hardly breathe.
She wanted to hear everything. Oh, how she wished she had been
with Robin to see all these wonderful things!
"Well, after a while, Daddy got on top of her and they--well
they--you know ..."
Jodi kicked her feet against the mattress. "They screwed.
Fucked. Oh, gee, I wish I could've seen him slip his dick up her
cunt!"
Robin stared at her sister in the dim light of the room.
"You ... where did you learn ..."
Jodi giggled. "I've heard Kevin and Drew talk. They didn't
know I was there, but they were talking with that guy, the pal
who's always hanging around in the city. You know, Ward Riggs.
He thinks he's hot stuff, always talking about screwing girls and
feeling their tits and stuff."
"Do you suppose Kevin or Drew has ever fucked a girl?"
Somehow, Robin had never thought about her brothers that way. Now
the possibility intrigued her.
Jodi shrugged. "I dunno. Once I saw Drew without any
clothes on and his pecker was hard. He kind of doubled over like
he wanted to do something with it himself. It was big, really
sticking out." She sounded proud of information.
"What did he do?" It was Robin's turn to ask questions. She
tried to think of her brother without clothes. Was his sex organ
as big as her father's? Drew was only fifteen, and Robin didn't
think it would be. Maybe Kevin's ... he was seventeen, almost a
man.
"He sat down all bent over and sort of rocked back and forth.
I couldn't tell if he was holding himself or not. Then I heard
someone coming and I had to duck."
"Where was this?" Robin wanted to know.
"In the house, the city. I was outside the window. He
didn't see me, didn't even know I was around. I had just come
back from the park and no one else was home. He was taking a
shower, and when he came out of his bathroom and into the bedroom,
I saw him."
"Well, if his penis can get hard, I suppose he could fuck a
girl."
Jodi giggled. "If any girl would have him! He's such a
dope!"
The two huddled and smothered their giggles in the
bedclothes. Then Jodi said, "Tell me more about Daddy and that
girl. It makes me feel all funny inside when I hear things like
that!"
"Me, too. Gosh, I even got wet between the legs while I
watched them and heard the stuff they said."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. I felt all squishy inside, like I wanted it, too."
There, she said it. Out loud, she'd said the thought that had
been growing inside her head ever since she'd witnessed the scene
in the screened patio.
For a moment the bedroom was silent. Jodi looked at her and
Robin felt tingly all over. Jodi let her breath out in a long,
slow sound, like the wind against a screen. "Yeah," she
whispered. "Sometimes I think things like that. At school Patty
Doyle had a book with some pictures ... screwing pictures."
"Real ones?"
"Uh-huh. Photographs, in color. Her dad sent away for it
and she swiped it from his desk. We looked at it in the girls'
bathroom. Wow! They were something. And when I saw those
pictures, I felt kind of funny, too. Like you say ... all squishy
inside. I'd like to have a man's cock go up into me. Mmmm, it
must feel good. The girls in the pictures sure looked happy."
Robin nodded. "Francie sure liked it. You should've heard
her!"
"I listened to Mom and Dad once ..." Jodi confessed.
Robin giggled. "Me, too. I even peeked through the keyhole
and saw them."
"Really? Was it good?"
"Well, I couldn't see too much through that little hole, but
I liked it. Gosh, I wonder ..."
They were quiet again for several moments, knowing each
other's thoughts without words. Jodi spoke first. "Why don't we
find out what it's like for ourselves."
"How?"
She shrugged. "Get someone to fuck us."
Robin felt her mouth go dry again. It was exactly what she
had been thinking and now the exciting thought was out and taking
form.
"We don't have big tits yet or anything. How are we gonna
get some guy to go for us? I don't even have any hair down there
yet," Robin said with a sigh. She peered at her sister in the
gloom. "Do you?" The idea that her sister might be ahead of her
was alarming.
Jodi laughed. "No, but Patty Doyle says men like to fuck
little girls' twats. They're nice and tight."
"How would she know?" Robin scoffed.
"Well, promise not to tell? She swore me to secrecy."
Robin's head bobbed up and down quickly. "Sure, sure!"
"Well," Jodi said, "she says her uncle fucked her. You know,
her father's brother lives with them. He's thirty years old and
not married. Patty says he climbed into bed with her one night
when her folks were gone and began to play with her. When she
didn't get scared, he did other things--you know, let her touch
his thing and get it hard; then he put it in her. He told her how
tight she was and how he liked young girls and she was very
special. He said that lots of times uncles and nieces do it
together, even fathers and daughters."
Robin's breath was a tight band in her chest. "You think she
was telling the truth or lying?"
Jodi shrugged again. "I don't know, but it would be pretty
hard to make up all the stuff she told me. I mean, how would she
know it?"
"Maybe she read that book, the one her father had."
"No, it was just pictures. Patty had lots more detail, like
what it felt like and stuff. I think maybe she was telling the
truth. She even made me swear not to tell any of the other kids
for fear someone would let it slip to a grownup and it would get
to our folks. She didn't want anything to spoil it between her
and her uncle."
"You mean they still do it? More?"
Jodi nodded. "Every time they're alone in the house, she
says."
"Gosh ..."
They thought about it awhile, staring into the dim room and
trying to imagine what it would be like to know a man physically
and intimately. Then Robin said, "Do you suppose we could get
Kevin or Drew to do it?"
Jodi made a face. "Maybe, but why don't we try Dad?"
"Daddy?"
"Sure, you said yourself he was big and hard for Francie.
Maybe he likes young girls ..."
Robin remembered a fragment of the hushed conversation of the
couple in the screened summerhouse. "You don't mind that I'm only
sixteen?" ... "You could please ten men." Their father had
enjoyed the young girl ... he liked the tight cunt. He'd liked it
very, very much.
"Should we?" Jodi asked again.
"Okay," Robin agreed. "Let's!" For a minute, they hugged
each other and giggled with their delightful secret. Then they
tried to think of a way to accomplish their purpose.
"We have to get him alone somewhere," Robin said.
"Yeah, then we have to get him hard and hot. Patty says once
a guy gets hot he wants to fuck and can't stop. So if we can turn
him on good, he'll do it."
"Should both of us try at the same time?" Robin questioned.
Jodi chewed her lip. "We might scare him off. It might be
better to start a little slower ... just one of us."
They peered at each other, neither asking the question but
both thinking the same thing. Which one?
They heard the car then and saw the sweep of lights across
the back of the house.
"Mom's home!" Jodi scrambled from her sister's bed. "We can
talk about it tomorrow. Gosh, I'm so excited!" She hurried back
to her own bed.
Robin pulled the sheet up over her head and curled up in a
tight ball under it. She was very excited, not only by the
thought of what might be coming in the future but still by the
thoughts of what she had seen earlier tonight. Cautiously, she
put her hand between her legs and felt the upper parts of her slim
thighs. They were sticky and still slightly damp. She hadn't
imagined it then. She was wet and ready for a man. That's what
the pain in her belly was.
Robin knew for sure that she wanted to be first; she wanted
to be the one who felt her own father's big, swollen cock push up
into her virgin cunt. She wanted to feel his weight atop her,
feel his hands all over her body as they had been on Francie's.
Even though she didn't have big, swollen boobs like Francie, she
wanted her father to rub her and make her feel good.
She touched her breasts, searching for some sign of swelling,
some indication that she would soon develop into a woman. Was it
her imagination or could she feel a slight swelling, a new
fullness there? She sighed and buried her face in the sheets.
Robin's mother had talked to her about growing up, about the onset
of her menstrual periods and the growth of her body. Mom had even
suggested that it would start any time. After all, she was almost
eleven, would be in four months. Lots of girls began that early,
Mom had said.
Robin snuggled down under the sheet and smiled. Maybe
getting fucked would help her grow up faster.
Chapter 4
Francie felt the cool water on her overheated body and
submerged quickly. She was still overheated from the exciting,
wild time the man had shown her up in the screened summerhouse.
Wow! She'd known it would be good, but he had surpassed her
wildest dreams. He was a man, a real man. That hard-driving cock
was something else again. It made all the others she had had, the
boys she knew, pale to insignificance. Not that they weren't good
... she liked fucking no matter who gave it to her! But Hawley
was special. And the things he'd said and done ... mmmmm, it had
been delightful. She could still feel the tingling delight in her
belly. God, how she'd come! Over and over! And she thought
she'd die when he licked her asshole. That had been wild.
Francie swam out and floated on her back in the moonlight.
Her tits stood up high, like sails above her body. The cool water
made her nipples pop again, and the pulling sensation was
pleasant. She heard the splash and saw Hawley swimming slowly
toward her. She treaded water and smiled, waiting for him.
"Hi, baby." His hand groped for her crotch under the
surface. He darted his head toward her and tried to kiss her.
"Shhhhh, sound carries on the water," she warned.
"Then swim in with me so I can fuck you again," he whispered.
He tugged at her arm.
She laughed softly and swam along with him until they reached
shallow water. He grabbed her quickly and pressed his naked
length along hers. She felt the hard pressure of the stiff cock
at his crotch, knew he was hard for her again, wanted her. The
thought excited her and she spread her legs under the water and
arched her body to him.
"Christ!" He poked upward, missing on the first try and
bending for a new thrust. The second try was successful, and his
prick spread her vulva and pierced the washed cunt. The cool lake
water spurted into her body with him and she shivered delectably.
He shoved harder and completed his penetration.
"Jeeezzz!" He was humping at her.
"Shh, ooohhh, aaahh!" She almost forgot about sound carrying
when he slammed up into her cunt. She was hot all over again. He
scraped against her clitoris every time he jabbed, and shivers of
lust raced through her belly. She wanted him again, wanted him
now.
But he couldn't get good leverage this way, and he had to
juggle his balance to stay up. After a few impatient tries, he
grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the dock. Wordlessly, he
pushed her over it in the shallow water, making her lie face down
with her ass angled toward him as he stood behind her. His crotch
was in place now, and he stabbed the hot tool toward her again.
Francie almost screamed when instead of digging into her cunt
the thick whipping prick found the tight hole of her anus. He
pushed on it, and she whimpered. He pressed harder then, and lay
his weight on her, putting his face close to hers.
"Be quiet," he whispered. "Relax ..."
Then he pushed hard and the cock drove itself right into her
asshole. She stuffed her fingers in her mouth to cut off the cry
of pain and hot lust that flooded through her and made her forget
everything but wanting him again. Her feet came off the bottom
and splashed on the surface of the water. He pressed his face
against her so she could make no sound. Then he braced himself on
his arms along her ribs and began to fuck the tight, hot tunnel
with furious strokes of lusting need. He wanted her again, this
way, hot and dry and in the ass. He felt the surging power of his
new erection and lust. He was going to come again. He was going
to come now! He shoved it up her, snaked back for another thrust,
pushed harder. She was so fucking tight his foreskin jerked along
the length of his cock as if it would be pulled off. The thick
ridge of the head of the tool scraped along the stinging-hot
tissues. A few dribbles of juice leaked from his cock and oiled
the tunnel, and that set him off. He came in a hard burst of
spurting semen, came as good as he had earlier in her cunt.
When he was done, he backed off her slowly, panting for
breath and weak with his own pleasure. She lay very still for
several seconds, and he got a little worried. Maybe he'd been too
rough. He walked over to her and bent over her.
"Are you all right, baby?" he whispered.
Francie moaned softly. "Yes. Oh, my god! I came again!
You made me come again!" She sounded shocked.
He grinned and slapped her ass playfully. "It was good.
Haven't you ever been fucked in the asshole before?"
"No. Oh, my god, it was wonderful!"
It was his turn to remind her to be quiet. "Shh, we'd better
get out of here now before we get caught!"
She stood up, walked into the water again and bathed her hot,
throbbing body. She watched him sluice water over his cock, then
bend so he could douse it good before he emerged from the lake and
picked up his clothes. He dried himself with his shorts, then
pulled on his clothes. He was putting on his shoes when she
ambled out of the water finally. Even now after he'd taken her so
many times, she was a beautiful sight in the moonlight. Her big,
firm tits bobbed on her ribs and water dripped from the nipples.
The dark triangle of hair at her crotch was a thin shadow on her
pearly flesh.
He let her use his shorts to dry herself before putting on
her gown and robe again. Then he kissed her lightly and asked if
she wanted him to walk her back to her cabin.
"No," she said quickly. "My father or someone might be up.
I'll sneak in." She turned and started away.
He grabbed her arm. "Francie, when will I see you again?"
She giggled, and let him pull her close in a hard kiss, one
heightened by his probing tongue. "I'll be around ..."
"That's not what I mean."
"I don't know," she said. She was still a little scared of
being found out, and she knew it was impossible to make plans very
far in advance. She'd have to wait and see what happened
tomorrow. God knew she sure wanted him again--soon. The sooner
the better, and the more he wanted her, the better she liked it.
She left him then, scurrying through the trees and shadows.
Near her own house, she paused and listened. She thought she'd
heard a sound in the brush behind her, but it didn't come again.
She decided it must've been a nocturnal animal, and she walked on
slowly. She had spent her summers at the lake place for many
years, and she wasn't afraid of the dark, lonely road. She rather
liked the privacy it afforded. She was glad she had consented to
meet Hawley, and that everything had gone so great. It was the
best part of the whole summer--of any summer. It was the best
thing in her whole life.
The cabin was dark and she let herself into her bedroom
quietly. Her heart was still pounding at a fast rate, and she
slipped into bed and shivered delightedly. She closed her eyes
and thought about the man she had left.
The sound was so soft that she wasn't sure she heard it, but
her eyes flew open and the shadowy figure was bending over her.
She gasped but no sound came from her lips.
"Shhh, it's me, Jack." Her brother put his hand on her
shoulder, and his fingers gripped her flesh hard.
"Ohh, what are you doing here?" She could hardly talk.
"Move over ..." He shoved at her body. He was climbing into
the bed and she tried to shove him back.
"What the hell do you think--"
"Shut up, you little cunt--whore!" he said. "I watched you
with him. Don't give me any of your lip." His hands grabbed at
her under the sheets. She was scared. He had seen her and
Hawley! My god! But what--
She didn't have a chance to wonder long. His hand was under
her nightgown, jerking the thin cloth up and feeling for her
crotch, prying in the thatch of sparse hair.
"Spread your legs, baby sister. I want some of that hot cunt
you've been giving away so goddamn freely!"
She shook her head, unable to believe she had heard right.
Her own brother was planning to fuck her!
He knifed his knee between her legs and climbed over her.
She realized then that he was naked. His hot, dribbling prick
stabbed at her belly as he tried to find her cunt with it.
"Don't!" she said and tried to push him away.
"Don't act coy with me, Francie. How would you like it if I
tell your boy friend Mister Hawley that you're not sixteen yet?
You're not even fourteen! Won't be for three months. He's been
fuckin' a goddamn kid--jailbait!" He shoved at her, and the hot
cock hit her labia, seared the flesh and made her shudder.
"No--don't tell him!"
"Then give me a piece of the action. Or maybe I'll tell Pa
you've been sucking and fucking around with the neighbors ..."
His cock darted up into her. She was dry from the hard
screwing she'd had and the effects of the cool lake water. She
hadn't expected another session. He pushed in hard, forcing his
pounding cock into her cunt. It pulled and she bit her lip to
keep quiet. Then he was in--all the way in--and she was feeling a
new warm wetness inside her. It flowed slowly at first, then
spurted quickly as he began to push in and out of her with short,
measured strokes. God, she was hot again! Her own brother was
making her hot and wet and ready to come. She lifted her knees
and clamped his darting hips and rode with him.
In muffled silence they grunted and humped together in the
dark bedroom. Only yards away, their parents slept, unaware of
the wild passion that was being pursued by their son and daughter
in another bedroom.
Francie felt the hard pressure of her pending orgasm. Her
brother's prick was a hard, stabbing spear lancing into her young
cunt. She thought about the lie she'd told Hawley about her age.
She'd been pretending to be older ever since she met the Hawleys
the previous year, when they'd bought the cabin. She'd seen
Hawley before--he'd owned a cabin several miles away on another
lake. When he bought the one here, she'd made up her mind she
wanted to have him. She was afraid that if he knew she was only
thirteen, he'd never come near her. Even though she had the body
of a woman. So she'd lied, and he hadn't found out. And she had
gotten caught by her brother.
But he was good, almost as good as Hawley. She pressed her
legs and raised her hips to tell him she was going to come. He
didn't need any encouragement.
He was so damned hot he knew it was only a matter of minutes.
He'd been hot ever since he spotted his sister sneaking out of the
house and followed her to the place where she met Hawley. He'd
listened and watched from the shadow of trees along the road. And
he'd seen and heard plenty. Enough to make him hard and needy.
And now he was finding out that his kid sister was plenty damned
good, just like Hawley had said. God, she was tight and firm,
like a virgin. At seventeen, Jack had fucked enough girls to know
the difference between an experienced and an inexperienced twat.
And his sister knew a lot--a hell of a lot.
He came then, ejaculating his load of churning, boiling semen
into the swamp hole that sucked him deep with each thrust. He
came, drove hard, and came some more. He could tell by the hard,
twitching spasms of her cunt that she was coming, too, and the
idea made him grin. He was as good as old man Hawley any fucking
day of the week.
After a long time, he climbed off her and sat panting a few
minutes on the edge of the bed. She lay very quietly for a long
time; then her hand moved over his rump and squeezed his ass
gently.
"It was good, Jack."
He grinned and grabbed for one of those big tits, which were
hidden under the thin nightgown she was wearing. He liked the
feel of her ripe woman-flesh. It was hard to believe that she was
only thirteen and had tits that size--and a cunt so talented.
"Okay, kid. I'll let myself out." He moved off in the
shadows, stooped to pick up his clothes. The door closed silently
behind him.
She was alone. She lay hugging her belly for a minute. Her
body had given her so much pleasure tonight, that it was hard to
overcome. She still tingled and felt good all over. Her legs
were almost numb with the rays of lasting pleasure that radiated
through them. Finally, she forced herself to get up and tiptoe
into the bathroom to clean herself. She let the thick juice drip
from her body, then took a washcloth and wet it under the tap.
She scrubbed at her genitals with the harsh rag for several
minutes, then tossed it into the laundry hamper. She drank a
large glass of water and went back to bed.
She was asleep almost the instant her head touched the
pillow.
Chapter 5
When Robin and Jodi woke the following morning, they were
surprised to find their mother already up. Usually after she'd
been out late she slept until noon, and the girls were left on
their own to amuse themselves.
Nina Hawley was still pretty at thirty-seven. Her face was
oval shaped and smooth-skinned, giving her a youthful look. She
helped the natural blonde of her hair with Tighteners, and she had
managed to keep her figure despite four children and approaching
middle age.
She smiled at her girls now and set out cereal and milk for
their breakfast. "You two want to ride along with me today?"
"Where?" they asked in unison.
She made a face at them. "This is the day Kevin and Drew get
back from their canoe trip. I have to pick them up at
Meritsville."
Robin had forgotten that her brothers were due back now.
Normally she would enjoy the ride to the town sixty miles away and
the chance to poke around in the stores before coming back to the
isolation of the cabin. But she was reluctant to go today. She
woke up with thoughts of what she and Jodi had discussed the night
before, the plan about their father, and somehow it seemed
essential that she stay here at the cabin while he was here. She
waited for Jodi to answer first.
With her ever-present enthusiasm, Jodi accepted the idea
readily. "Can I go?" She was always eager for a trip.
Nina smiled. "Sure, glad to have company. How about you,
Robin?" She glanced at the older girl.
Robin shook her head. "Naw, I don't feel like riding today."
Her mother raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Not sick, are
you?"
"No," Robin said quickly. "Feel great. But it's hot and I'd
rather swim ..."
Her mother nodded and turned back to pile dishes in the sink.
Jodi looked at her sister suspiciously, as though suddenly
remembering there might be a reason to stay at the cabin. She was
trying to decide if the slim plans they'd made the previous night
were sufficient enough to make her miss out on a day's fun in
town. She decided against it, and began spooning cereal into her
mouth again.
After breakfast, Jodi cornered Robin in the hall before
running out to the car, where her mother was already waiting.
"You gonna try anything now? I mean with Dad," she whispered
sharply.
"No, of course not." It didn't sound too convincing.
Jodi frowned. "Maybe I should stay home."
Robin shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going swimming." She
turned and entered the bedroom. Her heart was pounding with the
excitement of the lie she had told her sister and she was afraid
Jodi would know it. The younger girl stood in the doorway several
seconds, watching while Robin pulled her swimsuit from the rack in
the bathroom that opened off their bedroom. Then she turned and
ran out to the car.
Robin stood listening to the sound of the car as it moved off
down the road. The country silence closed around the small cabin
again, and Robin let her breath out slowly. She dropped the
bathing suit over the edge of the tub and leaned toward the other
door of the small bathroom. The room opened off the two bedrooms
of the cabin. On the other side of the door, her father was still
sleeping, she knew. She imagined she could hear the faint sound
of his breathing.
She chewed at her lip and wondered what to do next. Could
she get her father excited, get him to touch her or want her? In
the light of day, the plan that had seemed so exciting the night
before seemed doubtful this morning. She felt shivery at the idea
and turned away from the door to pick up the bathing suit again.
But she might not have a better chance or one as good. The
others were gone, only she and her father were in the house. And
he was sleeping--naked. Often she had caught glimpses of him as
he got out of bed in the morning and moved sleepily toward the
bathroom. He was always naked, never wore pajamas or underwear to
bed. She thought of the glimpses she'd had of him and of the
shadowy figure in the patio the night before. His cock was big
and hard. When he got up in the morning, sometimes she had seen
it hard, too. Maybe he always woke up that way.
The idea thrilled her, and she knew she had to make at least
an attempt to get to him. But she couldn't climb into his bed
just like that, could she? She looked down at the shorts and
shirt she had donned when she got up. No, that would be a
mistake. Besides, she wanted to feel him warm and close to her
flesh. Quickly she went back to her own bedroom and pulled off
the brief outfit she was wearing. She got a shortie nightgown of
very thin cotton from her drawer and pulled it over her head. She
didn't bother with the tiny panties that were supposed to go with
the gown. She glanced it herself in the mirror and made a face.
Damn it, she had no shape at all! She thought about
Francie's big tits and how her father had handled them and liked
them. She felt her own flat chest. Only the slightest swelling
rose under her palms. She sighed and tried to push at the tiny
mounds of flesh and make them bulge more, but it didn't help. She
could see the dark circles of her nipples through the thin cloth.
Would he like them? She lifted the gown and stared at the image
in the glass. Her pubic area was smooth and round, still
childish. She ran her hand over it and was sure she felt a faint
fuzz, the beginning of the thatch of hair that would someday cover
her there. How could she still be such a child in build when she
felt so grown-up inside? Just thinking about her father made her
belly tighten. She closed her eyes for a second and imagined
again the scene she had witnessed the night before--her father's
big swollen cock spearing into the young girl's cunt. She gasped
as her imagination made her shiver delectably. Quickly, she left
the bathroom and let herself into her parents' bedroom.
The shades were still drawn and the room was dim. The sun
didn't reach this side of the house until afternoon, and the thick
wall of trees beyond the windows kept the house in shadows.
Across the room she saw the mound of her father's sleeping body.
She tiptoed to the bed.
He was sleeping with his mouth slightly open but breathing
softly and regularly. His naked chest was dark on the stark-white
sheet, which he had tossed half off his body. The white cloth
slashed across his flat, firm belly and tangled under his body.
One leg sprawled on top of the sheet, and the other was covered.
Robin stood staring at him. The dark, tightly curled hair on
his chest looked like a soft, down mat, and Robin resisted the
impulse to reach out and feel it. Her father grunted and rolled
to his side, his legs kicking at the sheet and pushing it out of
his way. Robin held her breath. The sheet had fallen away from
his hip and she could see the long, soft rope of his cock. It lay
across his thigh like a sleeping snake. She studied it, bending
close to the bed for a good look. She had never seen a penis up
close and it sure didn't look like the pictures in the diagrams in
her sex-education classes! It was thick and dark in color. A few
dark hairs sprouted along its length, and the base of it was
hidden in a dark thatch of curled strands. Below the dormant
organ, two large, roundish balls fell sideways onto his leg. She
studied these closely. The skin was ridged like seersucker cloth.
The color of the balls was dark red, darker than his penis. The
sac was covered with a thin layer of sparse hair. Beyond, she saw
a darker patch where the crevice of his body curved toward his
ass.
She heard the sound and suddenly realized it was her own
breath. Her heart was pounding and she felt the first signs of
wetness between her legs. She moved closer to the bend of his
body and put her face as close to his sex organs as she dared
without waking him. She could smell the musky odor of his sex
organs and it excited her even more. She took a deep breath and
very carefully climbed into bed with him.
He moved, straightening his body and she quickly pushed her
length along it. She could feel the heat from him touch her, and
she found it was hard to breathe. She was very quiet, and her
flesh quivered as she strained to press against her father's
sleeping form. She had planned in her mind what she would say if
he woke too soon and questioned her, but she was still hoping she
might be able to get some pleasure from him before he came to
enough to realize it was her. She was counting on his normal
groggy state when he woke. She knew that he barely opened his
eyes, scarcely knew what was going on for a long time after he
wakened. He hated to wake early, and getting up on time for work
was always a chore for him.
Now she snuggled against his body, making sure that her
nightgown pushed up and her naked belly and thighs were on him.
Ooooohhh, he's so warm and so wonderfully soft! She let her belly
scrape along his crotch hair gently. It sent shivers of rushing
delight through her. She had to bite her lip to keep from
whimpering her pleasure. She felt the penis between their bodies
stir. It seemed to grow fatter, thicker, pull up from its at-rest
position. Robin wanted very much to look at it, see what was
happening, maybe even touch the cock with her hot hand, but she
didn't dare move. The feeling in her belly where the hot tool
touched her flesh was too wonderful to risk losing or disturbing.
With great care, she eased even closer to him. The tip of
his prick jerked and slid along her pubic mound. Robin thought
she would die from the wild, fiery delight that raced through her
whole body. She gritted her teeth to keep from shivering.
The cock was hard now, stabbing out from his balls and
thighs, jutting toward her young flesh. Robin arched her back so
her crotch moved closer. At the same time, she lifted one leg so
there was enough space for the thick, red-tipped hot poker to go
between her legs. She had no idea how to get it inside her; she
wasn't even sure where to aim, but she knew she wanted to feel it
on her thick, dry mound of flesh, feel it move toward her wet
folds around the opening to her body. She moved again and
captured the prize she sought, then lowered her leg to clamp it
tightly between her quivering thighs.
Her father mumbled in his sleep and his tongue ran over his
dry lips. Robin could feel his breath over her hair and she could
feel the tiny nipples of her tits press at the mat of hair on his
chest. Still sleeping, her father tossed his arm over her and
pinned her close to him.
Tears filled Robin's eyes. She was so hot. So warm. She
knew that something very strange was happening inside her body,
and she longed for the fulfillment of sexual intercourse. She
knew she wanted the hot penis between her legs to push upward into
her and fill her ... She wanted it so badly she couldn't lie
still. She wiggled her ass and tried to force the stiff organ
upward. Her father grumbled and moved again, rolling toward her
and pushing her almost onto her back. For a second she thought
her thighs would lose their grip on the cock, but he moved forward
and it stayed in the warm haven of her childish pussy.
Her cunt had come alive now, aching and wet for him. She
could feel the slow trickle of her juices wet the tool, and it
twitched to make her even hotter. She had known it would be fun,
exciting, but even this little bit was driving her crazy. She
couldn't stand the pressure in her guts any longer. She had to
make her move, had to try to accomplish her purpose. God, she was
getting wetter and tenser by the minute!
She wiggled and tried to impale herself on his shaft of
flesh. The wet, hot head slid over her labia and past the tiny
cunt opening. She moaned softly, almost in tears now. He was
lying almost atop her and she couldn't move enough to force the
change of position she wanted. And to push at him, to try to move
him, would surely waken him. And she was afraid of what would
happen then. After all, he was her father, and he didn't need her
for sex the way she needed him. He had Mom and he had Francie ...
maybe even other girls or women. But she had no one but him ...
and she wanted him now.
She moved again and the hot spear touched her swollen
tissues. She held the cock there, tightening her thighs around
it, forcing the big prick between the folds of erotic flesh. It
touched her clitoris and sent shock waves of pleasure through her
lower belly. But his cock was flat against her cunt and she
couldn't wiggle enough to poke it upward. In desperation, she
finally reached down with her hand and grabbed her father's cock.
The sudden motion woke him. Her father grunted, rolled half
off her; then, as if thinking better of it he rolled back and onto
her. It was a reaction without thought, a sexual need he wanted
fulfilled. He wasn't aware of who lay beneath him. In his groggy
state, he probably thought it was her mother, Robin decided. She
quickly spread her legs and held her breath, waiting for him to
complete the action he had started.
Stan Hawley came awake very slowly, not wanting to open his
eyes to face the new day. He hadn't slept enough ... he wanted to
sack out longer ... but, Christ, he was hard, and Nina was pulling
him onto her and into her. He could always use a quickie then go
back to sleep. Without opening his eyes he rolled on top of her.
His cock was stiff and he felt the heavy pulse pounding along its
length and deep in his guts where his action began. He pushed
between her legs.
He was only dimly aware that it was different this time, and
his foggy brain made no effort to identify the difference. Smooth
flesh, he thought. He pushed and the tip of his cock parted the
hot lips and tried to enter her. Christ, why the hell didn't she
open her fucking legs and let him get in her snatch! He shoved
again and heard the tiny whimper.
He opened his eyes and found himself staring down at his ten-
year-old daughter.
Chapter 6
For a moment he was too stunned to move. He was braced over
her, his hard cock stabbed between her slim legs, the tip of it
already wet and uncorked from the sheath of foreskin, ready for
fucking. He had thought it was Nina! A wave of horror washed
over him at what he had almost done.
He forced himself away from her naked flesh and dropped back
onto the bed, propping himself on one elbow and shaking his head
in disbelief.
"My God! Robin! What are you doing here!" His voice rasped
from his throat like fingernails on a blackboard. His kid! He'd
almost fucked his kid! His face was filmed with cold sweat. He
saw her glance at his genitals and he quickly jerked the sheet to
cover himself. She tried to smile at him.
"Are you all right, baby?" he asked quickly. He was scared,
so scared his guts ached. He'd almost fucked his own kid! He
looked at her now, lying there with her nightgown tangled all
around her so her baby cunt was open to his sight. His mouth went
dry and he looked away. Why the hell wouldn't his prick go down!
The goddamn thing was still as hard as tooled steel. He laid his
arm across his lap and tried to look as though he had nothing to
hide. His fucking cock was sticking up like a flagpole.
"Yes, I'm all right," Robin said in all very small voice.
She didn't sound all right, and he peered at her.
"You sure, honey?"
She nodded and bit her lip.
"God, baby, I'm sorry. Christ, I was half-asleep. I didn't-
-" He couldn't go on and he had to look away again. His cock was
still a ramrod and his loins ached. What the hell was the matter
with him! He glanced at her again. She looked so damned sweet
and innocent lying there. The thin nightgown she wore barely
covered her flesh, and he could see the dark patches of her
nipples through it. He wished she'd pull down the gown, or cover
herself so he couldn't see the smooth, gleaming mound of her pubic
area. He didn't have the guts to do it for her. He didn't dare
touch her--not the way he still felt. His mind whirled in
confusion, and he felt as though he had a colossal hangover. With
guilt, he remembered the girl last night--Francie. Maybe his
sleeping brain had been busy with thoughts of her when he tried to
mount Robin.
Robin touched his arm ... "I'm all right, Daddy, honest." She
smiled and he had to offer half a smile in return.
"You're sure?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"What are you doing in here?" he asked.
She licked her lips in a quick nervous gesture and smiled
again. "I wasn't feeling so good. Mom and Jodi went to pick up
the boys, but I didn't feel good so I went back to bed. Then I
felt worse, and I got scared. So I came in here ..." She
couldn't look at him with the huge lie on her tongue.
He put his hand to her forehead. She felt a little warm but
not really feverish. "Where does it hurt, honey?" he asked.
She hesitated, then pressed the palm of her hand to her
belly. He frowned, forgetting his own problem as his concern for
the child grew. He touched the naked flesh of the smooth white
belly below the line of tan where her shorts and swimsuit ended.
She was firm and warm, and he probed his fingers gently at the
flesh. Appendix? He poked but she didn't jump.
"Does that hurt?" he questioned.
She shook her head.
"Here?"
"No."
"Here?"
She shook her head. "Down further." The two words were
barely a whisper. Would he do it? Would he touch her where she
wanted him to touch her? She held her breath and closed her eyes
partway, watching him through the narrow slits.
He paused, unsure, yet needing to know. Slowly, his hand
moved down on her body. The heat seemed to increase and he
couldn't resist the pressure that seemed to grow on his fingers.
He was hypnotized by the gentle swelling just above the juncture
of her thighs. She was still lying as she'd been when he climbed
off her, with her legs spread slightly. He had a spasm of lust as
the memory of his hot cockhead against that virgin territory
assailed him. He was sweating again, but he couldn't move his
hand from her pubic mound. It was so smooth, so incredibly warm
and smooth. He felt his fingers twitch, and her body quivered
slightly under them.
"This where it hurts?" he asked. He pressed lightly and had
to catch his breath as his cock jerked violently with desire.
Somewhere deep in his conscience, he knew it was a game, that she
wasn't in pain, but he couldn't stop. His hand moved again, over
the hump and to the softer flesh of the edge of her labia. She
shivered now, and he didn't look up at her. His fingers probed
gently at the softer part of the hill of erotic flesh, moving
gently and slowly down and toward the crevice that hid her virgin
cunt.
"Yes ... there ... yesss ..." Her words were escaping
breaths fluttering in the quiet room, hovering between them like a
lover's plea.
He swallowed hard. His throat was very dry now and he was
having trouble breathing. His lungs were on fire, and his belly
was a tight knot of pain. His prick was poking the sheet upward
and a small spot of wetness stained the peak of the tented cloth.
She moved, very suddenly, and his hand was between her legs,
burning against the hot, damp tissues of her youth. Stan's breath
made a harsh sound in his throat and he bent forward before he
could get control of himself. He forced himself to pull away from
her.
"Oooowww," she moaned in mock pain and closed her eyes.
He looked at her, trying to read the expression on her face,
trying to understand what was happening between them. For a few
seconds, he could've sworn she was doing this deliberately! He
gnawed at his lower lip. That was impossible. She was only a
child--ten years old! She wasn't even mature yet! It couldn't
be--it simply couldn't be! It had all been in his mind, a product
of his conscience about Francie and his horny dreams in the night
that followed. He'd wakened with a pee hard, and moved to her
without knowing what he was doing. She was just a kid, a lovely
little girl who--
She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
The tight pain in his chest eased slightly and he breathed
again. "You feel better now, baby?"
"A little."
"Well, you'd better get back to your own bed now and maybe
you can sleep a little." He had to get her out of here, get away
from her before his own pain got any worse. He couldn't believe
his own physical feelings at this moment, and he didn't trust
himself. And he couldn't get out of bed with the goddamn hard-on
he had. He touched her hip lightly and she rolled toward the edge
of the bed.
She sat up and the thin nightgown fell over her enticing,
smooth crotch. "Daddy?" She looked over her shoulder at him and
smiled. "You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Of course not, baby; why would I be mad?" His voice was
creaky and his mouth dry.
"'Cause I came into your bed--"
"No, don't be silly. I just want you to feel better."
She nodded solemnly again and wet her lips with the tip of
her tongue. "I do feel better now," she said slowly. "Being with
you and having you touch me, hold me ... that made me feel good."
She got up then and walked slowly across the room before he
could react to her words. He watched her until the door closed
behind her. Then he sat for several minutes just staring.
His mind raced over the possible meanings of her last words.
No, he was being foolish again, reading things into her words that
shouldn't be there. It was his own crazy mixed-up lust that was
hinting at sexual overtones in what the child said. God, he had
to stop thinking these things.
He threw back the sheet and climbed out of bed. His cock was
still hard and jutting. He could feel the thick pulse-beat along
the length of it, the hard pressure of need in his balls. He had
gotten excited being near her--his own daughter, ten years old--
and he'd wanted her. He pushed the thought from his mind,
refusing to accept it despite his knowledge that it was true.
He'd be careful from now on, make sure he wasn't alone with her in
situations like this. God, that had been close.
He entered the bathroom and stood over the sink to wash.
What would he have done if he had not wakened at the moment he
did? Suppose he hadn't realized who it was with him until he had
already penetrated her vagina? Suppose he'd realized it was Robin
only when he was already at the height of his lust, taking what he
wanted, getting his passion spent? Would he have been able to
pull out? Would he have wanted to?
He bent over the sink and doused his face with cold water,
cupping it in his palms and holding it to his hot face over and
over until some of the fever began to dissipate. He had to stop
thinking about it. Of course he would have stopped! The shock
would have ended any need he had. But he was human ...
He finished washing, and sluiced cold water over his cock,
which was still struggling with the fullness of its need. He felt
the cold, sharp sting of the water, and the shock helped reduce
the hard-on. He was all right now, he told himself. He was all
right. He opened the medicine cabinet and reached for his
toothbrush.
In her own bedroom, Robin sat cross-legged on the bed, facing
the bathroom door. She had closed the door to her father's
bedroom from the bath but had left the second one to her own room
open. She wanted to watch him, to see him. When he entered the
bathroom he went right to the sink and held cold water to his
face. She could see his hard cock jutting between his legs as he
bent over the basin, and she licked her lips. The memory of that
hard, hot tool on her flesh made her shiver with delight. Oh, why
had he wakened when he did! Another minute and she would've known
what it felt like to be fucked! He had been all set to push right
up into her cunt, when he saw who it was. Another minute ... and
she would have known what it was like to be a woman. Would it
hurt, that first time? She had felt the tight pressure even in
the very small partial penetration he'd begun. Would she have had
an orgasm right away? She wondered how long it took, what an
orgasm really felt like.
She sighed. Well, she'd almost gotten him. And she had seen
the look in his eyes, the dazed expression on his face. He had
wanted her. She knew it just as surely as she knew she wanted
him. She knew, too, that she would try again. She had to
succeed.
Her belly ached with a hungry gnawing pressure that was like
a glowing fire inside her. Her thighs were damp and sticky where
the juices that had run out of her were drying. Some of it had
come from his penis, too. She shivered again at the thought of
the hot wet head touching her leg, her labia.
In the bathroom, she watched him splash water on his still-
hard cock. He couldn't get it down. That made her smile. He did
want her--she had made him sexy. He began to brush his teeth.
She stared in fascination at his genitals as he peered in the
mirror and finished brushing his teeth. He hadn't looked toward
her door yet, so he didn't know she was watching. She had to
smile at the insistent pressure that filled his cock. It pleased
her to think she had done that to him, and it made her nice and
warm in her belly to think she would soon have him. She wasn't
going to give up. Next time she would be more aggressive, more
demanding. She had to admit to herself now that she had been
plenty scared. But she wouldn't be next time. She knew now that
he would not get angry with her and throw her out, push her away.
She could excite him, and next time she would do it more
fervently, so much so that he would not be able to stop and try to
ease his pain with cold water!
He shut off the taps and turned to the toilet. He had to
push his stiff prick down in order to urinate, and Robin watched
in absolute fascination. When he was done, she saw that hard-on
had vanished finally, and the long cock hung limply over his heavy
red balls. He turned back to the sink then.
With a sudden movement as though he had just glimpsed the
open door, he whirled to stare right into her eyes. For a moment
the house was silent as the father and daughter looked at each
other across the two rooms. Outside, a bird trilled a song
somewhere high in the trees over the cabin. A vagrant breeze
rustled the leaves of the aspen in a soft, whispering cry. On the
lake, a distant motor hummed as a boat trailed a white wake behind
it.
They stared across the space. Stan felt the swift knife pain
slash his loins, felt the quick involuntary jerk of his cock as it
began to come alive again. He realized he was holding his breath.
Before he could change his mind, he turned and went quickly back
into his own bedroom, closing the door and slipping the lock
carefully. He leaned against the panel and let his breath out in
a long, slow sigh.
In her bedroom, Robin saw him leave, saw the door close,
heard the snap of the bolt. She smiled. It wouldn't be nearly as
hard as she'd thought. Next time. Soon. She pressed her damp
thighs together and wrapped her arms over her breasts. She
wouldn't be a virgin much longer.
Chapter 7
Nina and Jodi reached the place where they were to meet Kevin
and Drew, and Nina parked the car in the shade of a huge oak tree.
The boat landing, where the boys we're to come in from the trip,
was at the edge of town on the shore of a huge lake that was part
of a chain that ran along the border. The day had grown warm, and
now the air hung around them like ribbons of dampness. Jodi
wished she had brought her swimsuit.
"I'm going down the street and have something cool to drink,
baby. Want something?" Nina climbed out of the car.
"I think I'll stay here awhile," Jodi said. She knew that
her mother preferred a nice cold drink at the local bar to the
root beer she might be forced to have if Jodi went along.
Nina smiled. She reached in her purse and pulled out a
dollar bill. "Here. If you change your mind there's a pop stand
over there." She jerked her head toward the outdoor stand near
the corner. She snapped her purse shut and walked toward the cool
dimness of the bar.
They'd been in this town often enough so that she didn't have
to worry about Jodi getting lost. The whole town wasn't big
enough to get lost in, she thought with a laugh. A nice gin and
tonic would hit the spot and ready her for the drive back.
Jodi leaned against the car, fingering the bill. She was
thirsty; a root beer would hit the spot. She sauntered across the
road and climbed onto a high stool at the counter. A bored-
looking teen-age girl with big knockers waited on her.
Jodi sipped the cold drink and watched the girl behind the
counter as she moved listlessly, pushing a wet cloth over the
counter. Jodi wondered how old she was, and what size bra she
wore. Gee, it would be nice to have her own body grow up. Then
boys would look at her that special way, want to feel her. She
thought about Patty and her uncle. Patty didn't have big tits,
either, but her uncle didn't mind. Maybe men liked young girls
because they were tight and firm, like Patty claimed. Jodi sipped
at the root beer and wondered what it would feel like to have a
man's cock slide up into her body. She thought she'd like it.
She thought about the night before, and what Robin had seen and
heard. Wish I'd been there to see it myself, she thought
wistfully. She couldn't help wondering if her sister was planning
anything this morning. It was strange that she hadn't come along.
It meant she and Daddy were alone in the cabin. Jodi smiled at
the thought. She didn't think Robin would have nerve enough to do
anything. Robin was a chicken when it came right down to it.
Jodi was the more adventuresome of the two, bolder by far. When
she wanted something, she went after it.
The more she thought about fucking, the more she was sure she
wanted it. Ever since Patty had told those stories, Jodi had
thought about it often. The plans she and Robin made the previous
night were very real to her. No matter what Robin did this
morning, if she did anything at all, Jodi knew she was going to
find out firsthand about fucking. With her father, or with her
brothers, maybe all of them.
She saw the canoes pull into the landing across the road, and
quickly finished her drink and started back to look for her
brothers. She spotted Kevin right away but didn't see Drew. When
she reached her brother, he seemed surprised to see her.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Where's Mom?"
"Cooling off in the bar," Jodi said bluntly.
Kevin laughed. "Drew will be along in a little while. He's
with the second group. Why don't you wait here for him, kid?
I've got something I have to do before I go home." His glance
went past her toward the root beer stand where the girl with the
big tits was wiping her hands on her apron and watching them.
"Where ya goin'?" Jodi asked slyly.
Kevin didn't answer. He was already on his way across the
road, and the girl was out of sight in back of the small stand
some place. Jodi leaned against the dock post and waited to see
what was up. A few seconds later, she saw Kevin and the girl come
from behind the small building. Kevin's arm was around the girl's
waist and they were walking very fast toward the grove of trees
beyond the edge of the clearing.
From the way the girl looked at Kevin, it was apparent they
knew each other. Jodi grinned, pushed herself from the post and
sauntered after them. She had the feeling that if she followed
them, she might see something interesting. The least they would
do would be some heavy making out. Maybe he'd even do more; who
knows?
When the couple vanished in the shadows of the trees, Jodi
ran lightly so she wouldn't lose them. There was no path that she
could see, and she didn't want to let them get too far ahead of
her. Once beyond the fringe of the trees, she slowed down and
listened. Ahead, she thought she could hear the light crunch of
branches and leaves as they walked. She moved quickly but lightly
so they wouldn't hear her.
Then she could hear their voices. Jodi stopped and listened
to the low, murmuring sound. They weren't far now. She moved
forward again on tiptoes.
Kevin and the girl were in a small clearing, standing in a
tight embrace, mouths fused in a hot kiss. Kevin's hands were
exploring the girl's ass, tugging at the white skirt of the
uniform, inching it up. The girl's creamy tanned thighs came into
view, and Kevin's hands were on them at once. He was pulling hard
at her, pushing her crotch to his, bending his body so his cock
hit right where her legs came together.
Jodi licked her lips and hunched down to watch. A moment
later, Kevin pulled his lips from the girl's open mouth.
"C'mon, Jean, let's not waste any more time. God, I've been
dreaming about fucking you ever since I left here last week." He
was unzipping his jeans, pulling them down and off quickly. He
wasn't wearing any shorts, and his heavy-hanging cock and balls
coming into sight so quickly that they made Jodi gasp. She
pressed her hand to her mouth and giggled softly. She didn't want
them to hear her!
Jean unzipped the white uniform and stepped out of it. She
tossed it over a branch of a bush nearby, then strained to unhook
the bra at her back. Kevin watched her, grinning. Her huge tits
jumped out of the white cupped cloth. They were bigger than Jodi
had thought. They bounced and bumped against the girl's ribs.
The huge dark circles at the ends of the domes were like painted
silver dollars, and even from the distance of her hiding place,
Jodi could see the hard pips of the nipples jutting out.
Kevin saw them, too. He skinned off his T-shirt in a quick
motion and advanced to the girl while she was still pulling off
the white nylon panties. He grabbed for the dangling melons of
her breasts.
Jean squealed slightly, then stood up and pushed herself
closer to the boy's groping hands. She closed her eyes and put
her head back, caught in the delight of the moment as Kevin's big
hands covered the ripe flesh of her tits and mashed at it.
"God, baby, let me at them--" Kevin pulled her with him to
the ground, his hands cupping the full swelling of a tit and
holding it so he could catch the nipple in his mouth. He sucked
it ecstatically. Jean moaned softly and rolled her hips.
The girl's hands felt between their bodies for the penis she
wanted. Her fist closed around it, grabbed it hard, pulled. It
was already getting hard. Jodi could see the bulging red flesh
ooze over the top of the girl's closed fist each time she pulled
back on the cock. The head was a red mushroom cap, thick and
heavy on the huge stem. Then the girl's hand began to move so
fast that it was hard for Jodi to see much of the prick at all.
Kevin made small groaning sounds as he sucked the girl's tit. He
liked what she was doing to him. He liked it a lot.
Jodi filed the knowledge in her brain for future use.
Kevin's hand went down between the girl's legs, into the dark
patch of hair at her crotch. The girl moved her feet and spread
her cunt for him. From where she was, Jodi could see right up
into the dark shadowy patch of hair. Then Kevin's hand closed
over it. At first his fingers were curved over the whole area;
then he began to pry at the folds and find an entry into her.
Jodi heard the wet sound when he slipped his hand into her pussy.
They were both moaning now. Jodi knew it wouldn't be long
until she saw them fuck. It wouldn't be long at all. She smiled
and pressed her fists to her belly, into the bend of her body
where she crouched. She felt something warm and strange between
her legs--like when Patty described what her uncle did to her.
Kevin pulled his mouth away from the succulent tit and gasped
for air. "Jeez, I'm so fuckin' hot ..." He rolled the girl to
her back on the soft grass. He was over her then, crawling
between her spread legs.
Jodi held her breath as she watched him grab his cock and
push it at the girl's cunt. For a second, Jodi saw the wet red
lips part to accept the tool; then Kevin slammed his body hard at
the girl and she raised her legs to wrap them around his body.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, Kevin, fuck me!" The girl whimpered and
cried as her body came up to meet each dive the boy made into her.
Kevin's long blond hair flopped over his face as he drove his
penis deep into the girl, pulled back and drove again. The wet
smacking noises filled the small clearing and they made Jodi very
excited. She quivered as her imagination put her in the girl's
place ...
"God Almighty, I'm gonna come!!!" Kevin could hardly talk he
was shoving it to her so hard.
"Yes ... ohh, yessss--give it to me! Give it to me! Now!
NOW!!" The girl's hands clawed at Kevin's naked back. The
fingernails left tiny red trails on the deeply tanned muscular
shoulders.
He didn't notice. Kevin felt the hot warning pain and the
almost instantaneous shooting of his load. He felt the hot semen
pour from his cock, fill Jean's cunt and wallow in its own juice.
She came, too; he felt the tightening of her cunt around his
organ, felt the thrust of her muscles on him, then the warm
mingling flow of her juices. He drained himself in the lovely wet
hole, a week's worth of come-juice he'd been saving for her. It
was several moments before he finally slowed and stopped. He fell
on top of her, panting for air, his body bathed in sweat from the
heat of his passion and the hot afternoon.
Jodi was so excited it was hard to sit still. She had heard
their sounds of passion and watched the couple come together in
lust. She had seen it--seen even more than Robin had the night
before in the summerhouse, because there were no shadows or
darkness to hide the nude figures, the sex organs, the copulation.
She had watched every bit of it, and now her breath was heavy in
her chest as her own excitement would not die. It went far beyond
the sights she had seen. The excitement was deep in her belly,
the kind of needy feeling that talk of sex always brought to her.
She recognized it for what it was--wanting to be fucked.
The couple lay in each other's arms, their bodies still
joined together. Kevin had rolled sideways without letting go of
the girl, and his cock was still in her cunt. It felt good to
hold her close this way with her big tits hard against his chest.
Jean reached out and stroked his ass slowly.
"Mmmmmm, that was nice, honey," she said. "It was a long
week without you."
He pulled his head back slightly and grinned at her. "You
mean you didn't screw around with anyone else while I was gone?"
She giggled softly. "Would it matter to you?" she asked.
He shrugged and let go of her so he could roll on his back.
His wet cock slithered out of her pussy and flopped on his thigh.
Jodi could see the thick white creamy moisture clinging to it. "I
don't know. I guess not."
"You're such a goon about some things, Kevin!" Jean sat up
and brushed her hair from her face. Her big tits bounced and
jiggled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, sounding a little
angry.
The girl laughed. "Of course, I screw around with other
fellows. My god, you only come up here to see me once in a while.
What the hell am I supposed to do the rest of the time?" She got
up on her knees and spread her legs and looked between them. A
heavy sludge of juice flowed from her cunt onto the grass. She
grabbed toward the branch and snagged her uniform and dug in the
pocket for a tissue. She began to wipe her cunt when the flow of
semen and cunt juice stopped. Kevin watched her with interest.
She tossed him another tissue and he wiped his cock with it.
Jodi was fascinated by the way he pulled back the loose
foreskin on the organ and cleaned under it before pulling the skin
up to cover the head. The foreskin was like a blanket wrapped
around and over the organ, and Jodi hadn't realized how shielded
the head was. She thought she could see the bulge where the ridge
pushed at the loose skin, but she wasn't sure. Kevin let the
penis flop against his balls and tossed the tissue into the
bushes.
"I guess you're right, honey. I didn't mean to sound
jealous. It's just that you're such a damned good lay, I'd like
to keep you all to myself."
Jean laughed again. "I suppose you are an angel down at that
lake place and in the city. No fucking around?" Her voice was
teasing.
He grinned and got to his feet as she began to put her bra
on. He grabbed his jeans and stepped into them. "Sure thing.
Look, I'm gonna see if my old man will let me have the car some
night this week. If I can get it, will you meet me? Maybe we can
go some place and take our time ..."
She shrugged. "Better call me first."
He looked at her, then zipped his pants. "Yeah, well, it
depends on if I get the car." He wasn't going to beg. There were
plenty of other girls around.
A loud bell ringing shattered the quiet woods, and Jodi
jumped up in fright. Jean quickly put on her pants, then the
uniform. She pulled a comb from her pocket and raked it through
her long blonde hair. "That's Harry," she said. "He rings that
goddamn bell if things get busy and he needs me. I gotta run or
he'll have my ass!" She turned and started toward Jodi.
Kevin grabbed her arm and turned her around so he could kiss
her. "Save your ass for me, doll. I'll try to call you soon."
The girl nodded and pulled away, ran back towards the road.
Jodi just had time to duck behind a huge pine tree so she wouldn't
be seen. She waited until the girl was out of sight beyond the
trees.
Kevin was shrugging his way into the T-shirt, and his face
was covered with the cloth as she stepped into the clearing. When
he jerked it down, he gaped at her.
"Jodi! What the hell are you doing here! I thought I told
you to wait for Drew--" He broke off as he realized she must've
seen him and Jean together.
Jodi smiled. "It's okay, Kevin; I won't tell anyone."
He stared at her, his mouth still open. Little snot. She
had watched everything. She could really foul up things for him
if she blabbed. Could he believe her? He squinted at her through
narrowed eyes.
"I swear I won't, Kev. Not as long as you're nice to me."
Jodi said, grinning impishly.
Goddamn little snot. She was going to blackmail him by
making him buy her candy bars or taking her out in the boat. He
could see it now. He ought to put her over his knee and whale the
shit out of her.
"Okay, kid. I'll be nice, and you keep your goddamn mouth
shut--okay?"
"Okay."
"We'd better get back before Drew and Mom come looking for
us." He clamped his hand on her shoulder and headed for the road.
He'd like to throttle her, but a few bucks' worth of candy or a
few quick boat rides were a pretty small price to pay for her
silence.
Jodi hid her smile. She'd made the deal; he'd agreed to it
readily. Now she was going to make him teach her all the things
she wanted to know--about sex!
Chapter 8
All the way back to the cabin in the car, Jodi watched her
brother as he sat beside their mother in the front seat. She
couldn't stop thinking about the wonderful things that were going
to happen soon. She felt all warm and squishy inside, remembering
how delighted that blonde girl in the woods had been with Kevin.
She thought about the plans she and Robin had made to try to get
Daddy to fuck them, and she decided her new plan might be a
quicker way to reach her goal. Daddy might take more persuasion
to get naked and hot. After all, he was their father and he was
older. If she used Kevin to teach her some good stuff--some
things about fucking and making a man hot--she'd have a better
chance with Dad later.
She thought about Robin and wondered if she'd tried to get
close to Daddy this morning. She doubted it. He was sleeping and
probably wasn't even up yet. Besides, he'd fucked that girl last
night and he probably wasn't so horny any more. Maybe, if she
could find a way to get Kevin alone this afternoon, she could try
to get to Daddy tonight ...
She wondered about telling her sister the new part of her
plan and decided against it. It would be fun to get screwed
before Robin! After all, it had been Jodi who knew about Patty
and her uncle, her idea to get Daddy to fuck them. No, she'd get
both Kevin and Daddy; then she'd tell Robin after the fun was
over.
As she stared at her brother, she realized he wasn't bad-
looking. She'd never thought of him as anything but a pesky big
brother who was a pain in the ass, but now she could look at him
with more interest. He was tall, almost as tall as their father.
He had wide shoulders and a slim body--and big sex organs.
"What are you grinning about, Jodi?" Her brother, Drew,
sitting next to her in the back of the car, looked at her and
frowned.
She tried to look noncommittal. "Nothing. Just thinking."
He shook his head as though calling her a dumb kid. Jodi
shrugged and looked out the window. She caught a glimpse of Kevin
as he turned and shot her a quick glance, but she didn't look at
him. He'd know what it was all about when she made her move.
She tried to imagine when and where it would happen. Her
mind created pictures of the naked boy and herself ... on the
beach ... in the lake ... in a large silky bed ...
Actually her chance came sooner than she expected. As soon
as they got home, the boys decided to go for a swim to cool off.
Robin wasn't around the cabin and their father was lying in the
sun in the yard. He got up and fixed drinks for him and Nina
while the boys changed to their trunks.
Jodi got her swimsuit on and grabbed a towel and went to the
dock before anyone saw her. She climbed in the back of the
speedboat and lay down on the seat. From here, she could listen
and watch her brothers. If there was a chance to be with Kevin
she could move in any direction easily.
The two boys swam far out into the lake, then back slowly.
Drew stood on the dock and let the water drip from his body for
several minutes. Then he took his towel and headed back for the
cabin. Kevin climbed into the speedboat and started the engine.
He didn't see Jodi since the convertible top of the boat was up
and she made sure she stayed far in the corner until the boat was
way out in the water. Then she sat up and peeked over the top of
the seat.
Kevin loved the speedboat ... liked to feel the wind on his
face and the rushing air on his wet body. It was invigorating.
He also liked the peace and quiet of the middle of the lake. He
often took the boat out, anchored it in deep water, then lay in
the sun on one of the seats that folded down.
Jodi knew this, and she was counting on his doing it now. If
he did, she would be ready. She hugged her arms to her flat chest
and rocked happily.
Kevin anchored the boat and began to put down the seat. He
saw her then.
"What the hell are you doing here? For crying out loud, are
you gonna follow me around all the time?"
Jodi grinned. "No."
"Well, I'm gonna get some sun, so don't pester me." He got
the leather seat down and spread a towel so he could lie on it.
He lay on his back and closed his eyes, face upturned to the sun
and body glistening. Jodi sat on the other seat and looked at
him.
He was wearing navy blue trunks that clung to his slim hips
and ass like a second skin. She could see the large bulge where
his sex organs were caught to one side and trapped under the tight
cloth. She thought about how they'd looked this morning when he
undressed for the girl ...
She stared for several minutes before she moved closer and
put her hand on his bulging cock. He jumped as though she'd
burned him. "What the--"
She grinned. He reached down and shoved her hand away. "Cut
that out!" he said harshly.
Jodi grinned and let her hand fall to his naked thigh and
linger there. He looked at her and frowned. She tightened the
pressure on her fingers and pressed them into his warm flesh. He
didn't move.
Jodi said, "You promised to be nice to me."
He still didn't say anything, just stared. She knew he was
surprised, and she took advantage of it. Quickly she began to
move her hand back toward his crotch. He raised his hand as if to
shove her away again and she shook her head. "Let me," she said
softly.
"What?" His voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Let me touch it. I want to ..." Her small hand cupped over
the soft mound and kneaded it gently.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was still in
a state of shock. He watched his kid sister with wary eyes,
wondering what the hell she was up to. He knew he should stop
her, hit her hand off his cock and balls, but he was mesmerized by
her actions. Her hand was warm and pleasant on him.
"Show it to me, Kev."
"Huh?"
She nodded. "Take off the suit and show me. I want to see
what it looks like up close. I couldn't see it so good this
morning."
"You're crazy!" He gaped at her, stunned. But he still
didn't move away from her touch. Dumb kid. It was some dumb kid
trick or game ... she couldn't be serious.
Her hand was still over his crotch, the fingers twitching
slightly. He felt so warm even though the suit was still damp.
Did she feel a stirring of the organ or was it her own imagination
that made her think so? She moved her fingers and tried to slip
one under the edge of tight cloth. He jerked his leg and moved
his hand toward her.
"Cut it out!"
She shook her head. "No. I want to know a lot of things. I
want you to show me lots of things ... please?"
"You're just a kid--"
"What difference does that make?"
He laughed. "You gotta be kidding."
"Why? 'Cause I'm nine? I'm growing up ... I want to know
all about fucking and things like that."
His voice was hoarse and breathy. "Go ask Mom."
She shook her head. "I don't mean those things. I know that
stuff. I want to know the real stuff ... like what to do and how
it feels to be fucked."
"You're crazy!" It was barely a whisper.
Her finger slid under the cloth and poked at the warm, soft
mound of his cock. "Am I?"
"Jeeeeezzz!"
She used her free hand to slip the straps of her one-piece
suit off her shoulders and pull the garment down over her thin
body. He watched with wide, wondering eyes. Her flat chest with
the small dark circles of the nipples came into his view. He
tried to look away, but something stopped him. He couldn't tell
if it was the shock or the way she kept feeling his cock with her
warm hand. His guts rumbled and he felt a twitch deep in them.
"Please, Kev ... at least let me see and feel you so I know
what it's like."
He sat and stared, paralyzed by a strange feeling that was
completely new to him. He'd never had anything like this happen
before. He'd fooled around with girls, fucked plenty of them even
... But no one had ever deliberately done things like this to
him. He sat and waited ... listened to her soft voice beg him ...
"Take off the suit, huh? I'll take off mine, and you can
tell me stuff and show me ..."
He felt himself nodding in agreement. His mind was caught in
the vise of wonder, and he let her tug his trunks down over his
hips. He got up and took them off and dropped them to the floor
of the boat. At the same time she stood up and skimmed off the
skimpy one-piece suit she wore and kicked it aside with her foot.
He looked at her as he sat down again. She was undeveloped.
Her flat chest showed no signs of tits yet. Her crotch was barren
of hair. Yet there was something enticing about her naked flesh,
something he couldn't explain but which he could not deny. She
sat next to him on the flat cushions that now formed a narrow cot.
Her hand went to his crotch.
Her fingers covered his limp prick and moved on it. He felt
a twitch deep in his guts and the organ jerked under her palm.
She smiled and moved her hand on it some more, lifting it and
looking at the thick soft column of flesh. Her mouth was open a
little and her tongue flicked over her lips. Kevin's breath
caught in his throat.
She raised the penis and examined his balls, rubbing her hand
over the light haze of hair that covered them. He stared as she
traced the line that separated the balls, feeling it and touching
the corrugated skin carefully, savoring the smooth, yet wrinkled,
texture. Her fist closed around his cock and she tugged at the
loose foreskin. The first few times, it made him shiver slightly
as the threatening excitement began to boil in his belly. Then
she pulled more vigorously, yanking the noose of skin all the way
back and making the head of his cock pop out of its covering
cocoon. He felt the instant response of his organ as it began to
fill with need and grow in her hand.
Jodi's heart was pounding as Kevin took off the swim trunks.
She was so close to him she could see the tightly curled hairs at
his crotch come into view as he pulled the blue cloth down. She
quickly jerked her own suit off and kicked it aside. When he sat
down, she sat close to him, pressing her naked thigh against his,
and immediately putting her hand to the wonder of the naked
crotch. Wow! His cock was so warm and soft in her hand. She
closed her fingers over it and felt it. It was delightful, a
hidden promise of pleasure. Shivers ran through her and she could
feel a funny tight feeling across her chest, as if some thick,
sluggish liquid were trying to fill her young breasts. It felt as
if the tiny nipples of her tits were going to explode. When she
glanced down at them, she saw that the little pips of flesh were
straining out and hard. She licked her lips, moved her hand over
her brother's cock. She saw the soft sac of his balls, and was
amazed to see that it, too, showed a thin haze of hair. But it
was the skin that fascinated her most. It was ridged, like
wrinkled prunes, but it was so incredibly smooth and soft! She
cupped the sac in her palm and squeezed gently. Kevin made a
funny noise in his throat, but he didn't pull away from her.
She squeezed again and found the full, hard cores inside the
loose skin, like twin golf balls hidden under the fleshy skin.
She smiled and rolled them in her palm. Kevin made another noise.
She moved her hand along the pale whiter line that seemed to
separate the balls, traced it all the way up his cock. Her fist
gripped the tumescent organ and began to love it. She pulled the
loose skin down and watched the red eye of the head peek at her.
She pulled up and covered it, winking it out. The second time she
pulled harder and saw a bulge of glossy red skin emerge.
It excited her, made her breath come faster and her belly
tighten in anticipation. She felt a wetness between her legs
again--like she had the day before when she watched Kevin fuck the
girl in the woods. She was getting excited, and she liked the
feeling very much. She pulled harder on the tool, which was now
becoming fuller and thicker in her fist. This time the head of
his cock snapped out of the tube of skin in desperate need. The
gleaming, glistening skin caught the light and seemed to glisten
brighter. The head mushroomed out from the thick stem, ridged
with a layer of smooth, glossy flesh shaped like a cap. The tiny
slit at the top oozed a drop of wetness. On the underneath side,
Jodi saw the thin band of skin that seemed to hold the cap to the
longer stem of the tool and she could see it pull as she held her
tight fist so the foreskin was stretched to its limit. The drop
of moisture gathered, broke and spread over the tip of the now-
hard shaft. Jodi was breathing hard.
The boat rocked gently on the lapping waves. It was very
quiet out in the middle of the lake. No other boats were nearby,
and the two siblings were alone in their nudity and need. Jodi
bent her thin young body and opened her mouth to take the cock
between her lips.
Kevin gasped. "Holy Christ!" She was licking, and sucking
him! He felt her hot mouth close over him, wrap around his
fucking cock and lap up the dribbles of cock juice he was already
forcing out. He knew he should stop her, push her away, make her
put her goddamn clothes back on and take her home ... but he
couldn't move. She was licking and lapping at him like crazy.
Jodi's mouth was filled with his prick and it tasted salty
yet sweet. She licked off the dribbles of wetness, sucked and
tried to get more from the prick. Patty had told her about doing
this. Patty's uncle said it drove him crazy. Patty said she
liked it, too.
Jodi liked it very much. She could feel the thick cap of
smooth flesh under her lips and tongue, feel the hard shaft of the
cock itself beyond. She moved her open mouth faster and harder on
the lovely pecker.
"Holy shit!" Kevin felt his guts knot. She was getting him
hot! His own kid sister was driving him out of his bird! He
grabbed her head and shoved her harder and faster onto his
throbbing prick, trying to sink it all the way into her fucking
mouth. God, he was hot!
Jodi felt a hot spurt of juice between her legs. She was
getting hot and sexy, all squishy inside. She had to feel this
big, thick dick up in her cunt. She let go, but he was holding
her head and she couldn't pull from his grip. He liked what she
was doing and he didn't want her to stop. She sighed and sucked
him harder. But she wanted something, too, and she would not give
up. When she felt his grip on her hair relax, she jerked her head
up and looked at him.
"Aagghh!!" he protested.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... Kev! I have to feel it go up inside
my cunt ..." She was scrambling over him, pushing him down as she
climbed onto his crotch.
"No--" His protest was feeble. His ramrod cock stood up
from the nest of crotch hair like a flagpole. She was crawling
over it, her legs spread. He saw the thick white mound of her
pubic flesh. His heart pounded against his ribs. His loins ached
with a hot wildfire of need. She put her hands down to her own
crotch and spread the thick lips. He gasped and reached for her
enticing cunt.
She was so smooth and silky. The thick lips parted under his
huge tanned hands; the ruby-red wetness of the inner labia came
into sight. His mouth watered. Jodi braced herself on the side
of the boat, leaning over him, panting for breath.
"Do it, Kevin ... do it ..."
"Jeeeezz! Let me lick it!" He grabbed her, pulled her so
she was over his head.
She came down easily onto his waiting, open mouth. His
tongue lapped over the juicy-wet lips, sucking up the nectar of
her young body. His tongue found her baby clitoris and began to
lash at it. Her whole body jerked and shivered, and her hips
moved passionately. The kid was hot! She was hot for fucking!
The thought drove him crazy. His cock was ready to explode. He
shoved her back then, forcing her over his erect tool again and
pulling her body down so the hot tip touched her flesh.
Jodi whimpered. She was excited and a little scared. She
wanted him to finish what she had started, wanted to feel this hot
poker shove up into her. But it looked so big and thick ... It
had filled her mouth ... what would it do to her cunt? Was she
big enough to take him?
The tip of the dribbling cock touched her and she gasped
aloud. She was shaking now, shaking all over. She let him guide
her onto the spear.
"Don't be scared, kid ... easy does it ... oh, my god!"
The thick, jutting shaft of hot flesh poked into the wet lips
of her vulva. Jodi held her breath. Kevin felt the tight hole
and almost shot his load. God ... it was tight and hot and good
... a virgin ... a virgin kid ... jeeeezzzz! He pulled her down
gently, forcing his cock to penetrate the tiny opening. She
whimpered and her eyes were wide, watching him intently, betraying
her hot lust. She wanted him to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her.
He pulled her hips and forced her harder. He felt the stiff
membrane of her hymen. A fucking virgin! God, he was hot. He
pulled his lips back in a tight smile.
"Easy baby, easy god ... yeah ... ooooohhh ..."
"Kev ... aaaaahhhhhh ... oooowwww!"
"It'll only hurt for a second ... relax ... I've got to break
through your cherry ..."
"Yeeeessss ... oooohhhh ... aaaaaggghhh!!"
It popped, and a tearing pain shot through Jodi's cunt. But
it gave way to an immediate flood of hot joy and need. She cut
off the cry of pain and moaned in ecstasy instead. Kevin jerked
her hard and forced his way into her cunt. The thick, hard prick
slammed up into the hot, hugging tunnel, filling it and poking
hard at the far end, distending the wall of thick muscle to
accommodate the long tool. She almost went out of her mind.
The hot lust consumed her. New feelings she had never
dreamed possible raced through her and overflowed. She tried to
tell him, but no words would form on her tongue. Only sounds of
delight and passion came.
"Aaahhhhhh, mmmmm!!"
"Fuck, baby, move it ... this way ..." He jerked at her body
and put it in motion.
A moment later she had the beat and needed no help. She
could feel the hard shaft of flesh deep in her belly, feel the
hot, dribbling tip score against the bottom of the firepit, feel
the hard pressure on her clitoris each time she scraped over his
crotch hair and pressed her body to his. She came down, half-
lying over him. His hips came up to meet each thrust. Her face
was above his, her mouth open and panting. His eyes were half-
closed in agony-ecstasy. She could see his red tongue beyond the
gate of his white even teeth.
Her belly was on fire. She felt a hardening, a tension that
surpassed anything she had ever felt before. Something was going
to happen to her--she was going to come! She knew it as surely as
she knew he was going to ejaculate his heavy load of hot fuck
juice into her! Her body quivered. He opened his eyes and his
mouth. A low growl-like moan came from his lips. His hands
pulled her hips; his cock stabbed into her hot cunt.
"Christ! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come ...!"
"Oooooohhh, yeeeeessss going ... to ... come ... too ..." She
shoved her whole body at him then, driving herself onto the
exploding cock with a fury of lust and need. She felt his hot
load of semen spurt into her, and the force of it triggered the
huge wave of her first orgasm. She felt the undulating, rocking
waves wash through her belly, stream out from the point of contact
where his hard male flesh touched her female softness. The waves
radiated down her legs, making her tingle and throb. She shoved
her cunt to him again and again until she was weeping with joy.
He pushed up at her until he was drained of come-juice and energy.
He lay very still, and she collapsed atop him, her young tits
hard on his chest, her deflowered cunt wet and hot on his flaccid
cock. She buried her face in his shoulder and let her tears of
joy dampen his sweaty shoulder. The boat rocked gently on the
quiet waves.
Chapter 9
Kevin felt the warm air and the warm child on his skin. With
great effort, he pushed himself up, forcing Jodi to climb off his
cock. He was still quivering with the radiating pleasure of his
orgasm. It had been wild and wonderful, wiping out all thoughts
of doubt about wanting his kid sister sexually. She had done
something to and for him that he'd never felt before, and now he
grinned at her as she scrambled from his lap.
"God!" He shook his head in wonder.
"Oh, Kev, it was wonderful ... I loved it! Mmmm, can we do
it again?"
"Christ, I'm pooped!" He stared at her in wonder.
She giggled. "I don't mean right now, silly! Another time,
maybe later today or tomorrow ... any time!" Her face was
radiant, her eyes a little glassy.
Kevin wiped his hand over his mouth. "Shit, I don't know
..."
"You liked it, too; I know you did!"
He couldn't deny that. He smiled at her. "You'd better
believe it! God! How did you ever learn to fuck like that? You
were a virgin; I had to break your hymen, but you came on like
wow! I've never had any girl fuck me better!"
"Really?" She glowed under the compliment. "Maybe it was
because I was so tight; you know, small and not spread out from
lots of screwing around."
He laughed. "You really surprise me, Jodi. Where the hell
did you learn so goddamn much? You been reading books or
something?"
She laughed softly. "Sort of. And girl talk."
"Girl talk! Hell, you're not even ten yet! What kind of
girls do you know!" He stared at her.
She laughed again. "You'd be surprised. One of my girl
friends started fucking months ago ... she told me a lot."
He shook his head. "God! Grade school swingers!"
"What difference does it make as long as we liked it?" Jodi
smiled at him and let her hand move to his warm thigh in a caress.
His leg quivered and he lifted her hand.
"Don't do that, kid."
"Why not?"
"God Almighty! We're sitting in a goddamn boat in the middle
of the goddamn lake! Anyone could come along ..."
She giggled. "You didn't think about that a little while
ago." She reached for him again and he grabbed her wrist.
"Listen, I'm not kidding. We could both be in real trouble
if anyone sees us. It was a dumb, crazy thing to do--and we've
got to cut it out. Now." He put her hand back in her own lap and
reached for his swim trunks, which lay tangled on the boat floor.
He shook them out and started to pull them on. "Get your suit on
before someone comes by."
"I'm all sticky ..."
"Shit, I never thought about that." He looked around and
found a small cloth. He handed it to her. "Use this to wipe up
some of it. When we get back in, you can go for a swim and that
will take care of the rest of it."
He watched as she bent forward and started to clean herself
with the rag. She inspected the thick white creamy sludge that
was moving slowly along the inner side of her leg. It fascinated
her and she poked her fingers in it and rubbed them together. "I
never knew it would be so heavy," she said in awe. She had
covered her hand with it now and she raised it to her nose to
sniff it. "Mmm, smells male." She grinned impishly and put out
her tongue to taste it. "Salty."
"Crazy kid." But he was fascinated by her eagerness and
openness. She wanted to learn everything she could about sex, and
she just did what she wanted to do. He felt a tight pull of lust
forming in his guts, and he looked away. Christ, he couldn't let
her start him again. He couldn't risk it--god! If anyone saw him
fucking his own kid sister there'd be all hell to pay. Sure, he
wanted her, but from now on he was going to be damned careful
where he had her. This fucking lake was almost in public. He was
sweating now thinking about what might have happened.
"Put your suit on," he said gently. He stood up and pulled
his trunks over his nude torso. Jodi grinned and worked her way
into the small suit and pulled the straps over her thin shoulders.
"Throw the rag overboard," he instructed.
She did, and he pulled up the seat and sat behind the wheel.
The engine started at the flick of the key and the boat was
purring toward the dock. The wind on his face took away some of
the heat and Kevin hoped his excitement wouldn't show by the time
they got home. Christ, if his old man ever found out--he'd kill
him! His own sister! He chewed at his lip to hide his grin. He
didn't want the kid to know how much he'd liked it. Jeez, his
balls still ached when he thought of that tight little snatch.
He'd have to play it very cool, but he knew he wanted to have Jodi
again--often. He was more than willing to teach the kid anything
she wanted to know. Holy Christ! She was teaching him something!
He steered the boat to the dock and threw the line over the
mooring post. No one was around, and that suited him fine. He
hopped out and let Jodi climb out alone. He didn't dare touch
her, not the way he felt about her. Christ, he had all he could
do to keep his cock from getting a hard-on just thinking about
her.
He walked to the end of the dock and dove into the water.
The cool water flowed over his body and he swam with long, swift
strokes underwater as far as he could before his lungs were
bursting and he was forced to surface. He blew water from his
face and looked toward shore. Jodi was swimming close to the
dock. He paddled around in the deep spot until she had climbed
out of the lake and wrapped a towel around her and gone up to the
house. Then he swam lazily in.
In the cabin, Robin was in the bedroom when Jodi entered.
She had deliberately gone off when she heard the car returning
from Meritsville. She hadn't wanted to face Jodi and tell her
that she had gotten into bed with Daddy. Jodi would be mad
because she had acted alone and before her. Well, it was only
right; after all, she was older, so she should be first. It was
fair.
Now when her sister entered in her wet suit, Robin said hi
and turned back to the magazine she was reading. Jodi was
strangely quiet, but Robin was glad of it. When Jodi had changed
out of her swimsuit, Robin tossed the magazine aside and smiled.
"Did you have a good time in town?"
Jodi shrugged. "Sort of. You should've come along."
Robin grinned, then quickly tried to look serious. "I didn't
feel like the long ride. It's too hot. I went swimming." She
looked away so her sister couldn't read anything in her face.
Jodi was looking at her strangely, almost as though she
suspected the secret. If she asked, Robin wouldn't be able to
lie, but she didn't want to volunteer any information. Besides,
she hadn't succeeded totally. Daddy had stopped too soon. Robin
needed one more time with him. Would she be able to get him alone
some place tonight? The idea made her smile and shiver slightly.
Jodi watched her sister and wondered what she was up to. She
looked guilty about something, but instinctively Jodi knew that it
was not getting fucked that her sister was hiding. Jodi knew she
would be able to tell by looking at Robin if she had gotten to
their father. No, that wasn't it ... at least not all of it.
Maybe she had tried? That could be it? But tried and failed.
Jodi couldn't resist the temptation to bait her sister, flaunt her
own success at her.
"There was something--"
Robin looked at her. "Yeah? What?"
"Kevin's got a girl in town. He screwed her."
"What?"
Jodi grinned and nodded, the good news too much to hold back
now. "Yep. He got back before Drew, and Mom was cooling off at
the bar so I followed Kev and the girl. He took her in the woods
and fucked her!" Jodi's voice was a hoarse whisper.
Robin sat up and leaned toward her sister. "You're kidding!"
Jodi shook her head. "Honest. They took off all their
clothes and he fucked her there in the woods, in a little
clearing. I was only a few feet from them and I saw everything.
And I mean everything!"
Robin forgot her own secret in the excitement of hearing
these details. "What happened?"
"They kissed and he started feeling her legs and ass; then he
said he was too hot to wait. They got their clothes off and he
pulled her down to the ground. He said he was so fucking hot he
wanted her right away."
"Did they do it--then?"
Jodi sat on Robin's bed and leaned close. "They felt each
other first. Kev sucked her big tits and she found his cock and
pumped at it. God, it was so big and thick! Even from where I
was hiding I could see the wet stuff ooze out of it. Then he put
his hand in her cunt and played with her. They were rolling all
over, hot and sexy." She paused.
"Go on!" Robin punched at her arm.
"Then they did it."
"Tell me how--tell me everything!"
"He rolled her onto her back and got between her legs. God,
he was so big; you should've seen it! He pushed it at her and she
lifted her legs, and that was it--he was in. I could see his
balls whacking against her ass and see the wet red lips of her
cunt as he slid in and out of her."
Robin hugged her belly and moaned with imagined delight. She
wished she had been witness to the scene her sister was
describing. She listened breathlessly while Jodi gave details of
the fucking session, telling her how it sounded, what the two
people said, what it looked like.
When Jodi told about the date Kevin tried to make with the
girl, Robin sighed. "Gosh, I'd sure like to see them ..."
Jodi sighed and shrugged. "I don't care about that any
more."
Robin looked at her suspiciously. "What does that mean?"
Jodi smiled, unable to suppress the bubbling excitement at
the prospect of telling her sister of her deflowering. She
glanced toward the door to make sure it was closed, then leaned
closer and lowered her voice.
"I went into the clearing after the girl left. Kev knew I
saw--"
"What?" Robin almost shouted.
"Shhhh, for pete sake; someone will hear us."
"You told him you watched?"
She nodded. "And I promised not to tell as long as he was
nice to me." Her eyes glittered with excitement.
Robin peered at her. "What do you mean?"
Jodi giggled, unable to hold back her news any longer. In a
rush of words she told her sister about hiding in the boat and
coming out when Kevin had anchored far out in the lake. Robin
listened eagerly and breathlessly as Jodi described the events
that followed, how she talked her brother into it, how he tried to
resist but couldn't ... and about the final, wonderful results.
Robin stared bug-eyed, unable to believe that her sister had
actually gotten fucked, but knowing it was true. She asked
questions, wanting to know everything. Jodi was eager and anxious
to give intimate details.
"You can't imagine what it felt like," she declared. "Oh,
boy, I mean he was so big and so hard in me! I could feel him all
the way up inside me, every bit of his cock!"
"You were sitting on him?" Robin asked again in awe.
"Yep. Oh, boy, it was something. Then all of a sudden he
said he was gonna come, you know? Something happened to me then.
It was like a fireball in my belly, all hot and flaming, like long
fingers licking at my belly from inside. I could hardly breathe.
The pressure was like a bomb--and all of a sudden it went off. He
shot a whole load of fuck juice into me and--I dunno, it happened.
I never felt anything so wonderful." She was breathless now
remembering and trying to describe the feeling.
"You had an orgasm?"
"I guess that's what it was all right," Jodi agreed. "But a
word hardly seems to describe it. It was like my whole body felt
it--big waves washing over me, drowning me in the sweet heat and
loving wetness. God, it was something!"
Robin swallowed hard. She was almost in tears. She was glad
for Jodi, but at the same time she was angry because her sister
had succeeded where she herself had failed. She thought about
Daddy and his big cock almost going into her. Almost. But almost
wasn't enough. It made her angry to think that Jodi had gotten
fucked and she was still a virgin. It wasn't fair. Her anger
made her more sure than ever that she didn't want to tell her
sister about the time she'd spent with Daddy in bed this morning.
No, she would say nothing until she, too, could tell an intimate
detailed account of her loss of virginity. And she was more
determined than ever that she would find a way to get her father
to be the one who had her cunt the first time. Tonight. She
would find a way to be alone with him tonight.
Chapter 10
Stan Hawley was nervous all day after the events of the
morning with Robin. He was visibly shaken, and he was glad when
Nina and the other kids got back and there were enough people
around to relieve his fears of being alone with Robin. He had to
steer clear of her, stay at a distance so he could not be tempted
to do the things his body insisted on feeling when he was close to
her.
At dinner, which they didn't eat until after seven, Nina
announced that she had promised a friend down the lake that she
would go to a movie with her. Stan begged off, saying he
preferred to relax and had some reading to catch up on. Actually
he didn't want to sit in a show while his thoughts were racing
over far more exciting things. He had watched all day for
Francie, hoping that she would be able to get away and that he
could meet her again and be with her. But there had been no sign
of her. He'd walked along the road, passing her cabin without
catching a glimpse of her. It made him nervous and he wondered if
she had been caught last night when she sneaked back into the
house. But she wouldn't have told where she'd been. No, Francie
had as much to lose as he did and it was a sure bet she wouldn't
risk discovery.
What then? He sweated out the rest of the day. He couldn't
get Robin's strange behavior off his mind, either. And thinking
about her made him even more nervous. Christ, that had been
close. If Francie would only come! He could screw her and
relieve his frustrations, forget the wild thoughts about Robin
that kept popping into his head. But Francie didn't show.
Kevin asked for the car and Stan let him take it. He
suspected that Kevin had a girl some place but he didn't ask.
Both his sons were virile and active with girls. He accepted this
fact easily and with some pride. Drew was already talking about
going back to the city instead of staying the week at the cabin.
Stan knew it was because of a girl named Sheryl that Drew was
screwing regularly there. Kevin was more outgoing and aggressive,
able to find a girl in any spot. Both boys vanished from the
cabin shortly after their mother left. Stan tried to settle down
with a book, but he couldn't keep his mind on the printed pages.
He finally tossed the book aside and went outdoors.
It was dark now, the kind of summer darkness that was alive
with night sounds. The air was warm but not sticky, and there was
a hint of a breeze off the lake.
Robin and Jodi were playing a quiet game in the yard, but he
reminded them it was bedtime. They didn't protest, which
surprised him. He watched them go inside, and some time later the
light went out in their room. Stan sat in a lawn chair smoked
several cigarettes. When he was pretty sure the girls were
asleep, he crushed out the last butt and walked around the house.
On the road, he headed toward the Collins house, still hoping he
might find Francie.
Lights were on in the Collins place, but he couldn't see into
the rooms from the road. He tried to think of some excuse that
might validate his going to the door and knocking, but he
couldn't. He hadn't met either of the parents except to nod in
passing. The boy, Jack, had finished his work for Stan several
days before. And he couldn't ask for Francie.
He kicked a stone and turned back toward his own house.
Damn! Why had he let her get away without setting a definite time
and place to see her again? It was driving him crazy not knowing
where she was and when he would see her.
At the driveway to the Murphy place, he thought of the
summerhouse where they'd met the night before. Maybe she'd come
there. It wouldn't hurt to wait. She hadn't been able to get
away until almost midnight the previous night. It was early, by
that standard. He'd wait.
* * *
When Jodi and Robin went to their room, they got ready for
bed and turned out the light. Then they sat by the window and
watched the shadowy figure of their father in the lawn chair.
They held a whispered consultation.
"Do you think he's going to meet Francie?" Jodi asked.
"They didn't make a date; she said she didn't know if she
could get out," Robin whispered back.
"He's waiting for something."
Robin peered at her sister in the dark room. "Jodi?"
"Huh?"
"He's mine ... I mean if we have the chance I get to try
first. You had Kevin ... it's my turn." Robin felt a tight envy
in her chest as she thought about her sister's success and her own
failure.
Jodi didn't answer right away but finally said, "Okay. But
maybe I can help."
"Help? How?"
"Oh, I don't know. What I mean is I can watch and maybe join
you--"
"No!" Robin turned and growled the word. "You stay out of
it!"
"Okay, okay, don't get excited. Jeez!" Jodi moved away from
the window and flopped onto her bed. Robin was jealous. That was
it. She was just plain jealous. She was mad because Jodi had
gotten fucked by Kevin while she was sitting around doing nothing.
Well, she wasn't boss. Just because she was a year older didn't
make her boss. Jodi would do whatever she wanted. She curled up
with her pillow and closed her eyes. The day had been long and
she was tired, more tired than she realized. In only a few
minutes, she was asleep.
Robin saw her father walk around the cabin and to the road.
She glanced at Jodi but she was quiet. Was she asleep? Robin got
to her feet and tiptoed past the other girl's bed without
disturbing her. She let herself out of the bedroom and the cabin.
She hadn't bothered with slippers and she had to move slowly
so rocks didn't cut her feet. She could see a dark shadow moving
ahead of her and she dared not get too close. Where was he going?
She could see him walking slowly ahead of her. He didn't turn in
at the Murphy cabin, and that surprised her. Was he meeting
Francie at her house? She doubted that.
He stood looking toward the Collins cabin for a long time and
Robin ducked into the thicket of brush at the side of the road.
After a few minutes, he turned around and started back. She held
her breath as he went past. When he turned in at the Murphy place
this time, she slipped out of her hiding place and followed him.
The moon wasn't as bright tonight and she could barely make
out his figure in the summerhouse. He was alone, sitting and
smoking. Robin found a good place to hide and settled down to
wait with him. If Francie was coming, she didn't dare go to her
father now. She would have to wait. She was scared, and she
wished she were home in a warm bed--her father's warm bed! She
thought about this morning when she had felt his hot flesh on
hers, had his wonderful hard cock so close ...
She pressed her hand to her mouth to stifle the sob that
erupted. She was hot for him; the warm, gushy feeling in her
belly was spreading through her as she huddled in the trees.
Knowing how close she'd been to having him changed things.
Before, it had been fun to watch and think about having him. Now
it was torture.
The minutes dragged by in the darkness. It seemed like a
very long time before Robin was aware of another sound. Someone
was coming. Robin peered toward the road.
It was Francie. Stan saw her, too, and he leaped to his feet
and ran to meet her. He pulled her in his arms and smothered her
with a soul kiss. Her warm tits glowed like hot coals on his
chest and he began to search for a way under her shirt. She was
still dressed in shorts and a knit top--not the free-flowing
nightgown of the night before. He tugged at her clothes
impatiently.
She pushed away and gasped for breath.
"Wait--"
"God, I've been waiting for hours! I thought you weren't
coming." He kissed her again, breathing hard and feeling his cock
stir and fill.
"Mister Hawley ... don't ..." She pushed at him again,
trying to free herself from his embrace.
He peered at her. "What's the matter?"
"I can't stay."
"What do you mean you can't stay?" Anger filled Stan. The
little bitch had kept him waiting for hours and now she was
playing games with him.
"My father knows I'm out. He said if I wasn't back in the
house in fifteen minutes, he'd come looking for me." Her voice
was low and frightened.
"What! Does he know--"
She shook her head quickly. "No, of course not. But I have
to go right back. Please let me go; I just came to tell you ..."
New fear filled Stan. Did the girl's father suspect that she
was meeting someone or was this only a normal part of their family
life? He knew nothing of the parents ... the Collinses.
"I saw you walking on the road," she whispered, rubbing her
hand slightly on his chest. "I knew ... that is, I figured you
might be waiting for me."
"Francie--"
"Gee, Mister Hawley, I thought about you all night and all
day. Just my luck that my old man is in a lousy mood and watching
me. He does that sometimes."
"Tomorrow? Can you go somewhere with me tomorrow?"
"Gosh, I don't know ..."
"Maybe you can meet me at the end of the road. I'll have the
car; we'll drive somewhere and be alone. God, Francie, I'm so
fucking hot for you ..."
"I'll try, Mister Hawley. But I can't promise."
"One o'clock? By the mailboxes. If anyone sees us we can
pretend we're driving to the store."
"I'll try."
"Be there!"
She giggled. "You're hurting me."
He hadn't realized that he was gripping her tit, mashing it
against her ribs. His need was so strong it blotted out
everything else from his mind. He released her and she pulled
away. "I'll do my best, honest. Now I have to go. He'll be out
here--"
She pulled away from him and ran back to the road and
vanished in the shadows. Stan swore softly under his breath,
damning her and her father and himself. Shit, he didn't need her
that bad. He could find someone else ... sure, that's what he'd
do. He'd drive down to the roadhouse a few miles away and pick up
one of the local girls who hung out there. He'd have himself a
good piece of ass and forget all about Francie Collins.
He started for the house, then suddenly remembered he had let
Kevin take his car. He swore again and leaned against a tree.
His guts ached with the need he had built up for the girl. His
balls were hard and ready, his cock half-erect and hopeful. Shit!
He needed a drink.
He strode quickly to the cabin and went inside. He took the
bottle of bourbon from the cupboard and got a glass from the dish
drainer. He carried both of them outside and down to the lake.
He didn't want to do his drinking where one of his sons or his
wife might come in. He had to get calmed down before he could
face anyone. Every time he thought of Francie he got madder, and
his cock stirred and grew. Little bitch.
He sat on the pontoon boat, behind the striped awning that
shielded him from view of the cabin. He poured himself half a
tumbler of booze and began to drink.
Robin had watched her father and the girl in the driveway and
heard the girl's excuses. She wasn't fucking her father tonight!
Francie had to go home, and Daddy didn't like it. Robin knew that
he was probably hard for the girl. She grinned in the darkness of
her hiding place. If he stayed hard, he might not be able to turn
her down this time. She listened to them make the tentative plans
to meet the next day. Then Francie was gone, and her father was
striding back toward the cabin.
She watched him get the liquor and go down to the boat.
Robin hovered in the edge of the shadows and thought about her
father. Would the drinks help him or would they help her? She
could see him splashing the booze into the glass and downing it
quickly. She'd seen him drunk several times--when his parties
went on late or if he had business conferences that kept him out
until early morning. He was happy when he drank; she could recall
times when he grabbed her mother and tried to undress her on the
spot. Nina's protests had finally stopped him, but the two had
vanished into the bedroom quickly afterwards. That must mean that
drinking makes him more sexy, Robin thought.
She sat on a small stool near the end of the dock and waited.
The house was quiet; Jodi was asleep, and the others weren't home
yet. The lights across the lake shimmered on the water and seemed
to emphasize the silence of the night. Her father poured another
glass of liquor and set the bottle beside the deck chair. Every
once in a while, she could hear him mumble something softly to
himself. When he raised the bottle to refill the glass the third
time, Robin crept toward the boat. A board creaked when she
stepped on the dock, but her father didn't turn around. Robin
smiled and moved onto the pontoon boat.
Chapter 11
She was beside the chair before he even realized anyone was
with him. He turned his head and peered up at the blurred form.
"Francie?" It was a whispered hope, a slurred plea.
Robin didn't answer. She knelt by the deck chair and put her
hand on his thigh. She felt the muscles twitch and she rubbed
lightly, inching her way up toward his crotch. Her father put his
hand to her head and pulled her close. Quite abruptly, he
stopped, suddenly aware that she was not Francie.
"Fran--"
"It's all right, Daddy, it's me." Robin caressed the large
mound of his trapped cock under the slacks.
Her father sucked in his breath sharply.
"Robin?" The need was there but the hesitation, too. He
moved as though to get up from the chair, but her insistent hand
at his genitals made him relax again. It felt so good, so goddamn
good.
"I love you, Daddy." Robin squeezed the pulpy mound and felt
the first signs of response under her hand. She smiled and laid
her head close to her hand at his crotch. She had to have him,
had to feel his love in a physical way. She opened her mouth and
pressed her lips to his cock, mashing softly through the cloth and
letting her hot breath sear at his hidden flesh.
"Robin--" He knew he should move, pull away. His body was
coming alive, feeling the hard pressure that had begun to build
while he waited for Francie and then was so abruptly denied when
Francie ran away from him. The longing had stayed; the pain had
stayed. Now the desperate need was returning. He couldn't slide
out from under the child's hand. His mind was blurred from the
liquor, his senses sharpened. He felt the pressure of her hand
then her lips on his cock and balls, felt the heat of her
breathing on him. It flamed his desire, and he felt the answering
twitch of his prick. He was getting hard.
"Robin, I--" He couldn't find words to say what he felt.
Nor could he move away from her. In his daze, he realized that he
wanted her. The tempting touch he'd had of her flesh this morning
had left him dazed and shaken. He hadn't been able to rid himself
of the lust he felt for her. His mind had denied it but his body
held it. Now she was here ... and she was making it clear that
she wanted him ... God! How could he refuse?!
Yet he sat paralyzed by his own conscience. He couldn't take
her, not his own child ...
Robin's fingers found the metal clasp of the zipper and began
to work it down. Stan's breath came faster, searing his lungs and
throat. Her hand went into the fly and felt at his shorts for the
second opening. Then she was touching his flesh. The heat of her
hand was a fire that ignited him. His cock sprang to life,
growing tumid and trying to force its head through the noose of
foreskin. Her fingers were tiny and light, yet her grip was
coiled steel. She began to move her fist up and down on the solid
shaft of sexy flesh. Stan gasped and leaned his head back against
the deck chair. My god, he was coming alive at her touch! His
need pounded in his guts and spread like molten lava to his balls.
The pressure swelled and his cock, swollen and hard now, filled
her hand. The head popped from the sheath of skin and surged
upward. Her smooth young palm found it, and she moved her head
closer as though peering at it in the dim light on the boat.
Robin held her breath as she unzipped her father's slacks and
wormed her hand into the fly and under his shorts. He was so
warm, his flesh seemed to burn against her hand, teasing her
fingers and making her quiver inside. Her mouth was very dry, and
she kept running her tongue over her lips. Then she was holding
it, the glorious hardening column of maleness. She squeezed and
began to move her hand up and down on the shaft. It grew harder
and fuller with each stroke.
She could smell the heady male aroma of his body and she
leaned closer to it. Then her mouth was open and the tip of the
swollen cock touched her lips. She shuddered and pressed her face
to it, mouth open wide and eager for the first taste of the
tempting tool. The sensations that assailed her were
overwhelming. The smooth skin of the cockhead brushed her lips
like a silken caress. The hot drop of preseminal fluid that had
already collected at the slit scalded her tongue. The incredible,
warm fullness of the organ filled her mouth as she pressed forward
and took it quickly.
Stan gasped. "Aagghhh!"
She was sucking him. Her lovely young mouth, a virgin mouth,
thrilled him and excited him more each instant. She was lapping
her tongue over the smooth, throbbing head of the organ, knowing
instinctively what pleased him most, pressing hard with her lips
to force the foreskin back as far as it would go, then rubbing the
wetness and heat of her oral organ under the ridge of thick flesh.
"Ooohh, baby!!" Stan could not sit still in the chair. His
body was alive with passionate need and he wanted to feel her,
feel the smooth young naked flesh. He groped for her shoulders,
slid his hands down to the undeveloped tits beneath the thin
nightgown. A tremor ran through him and his breath came very
fast.
"Baby, baby ..." He pulled at the cloth and got his hands
under it. He was on her naked tits now. He felt the tiny buds of
the nipples on the almost flat plane of her chest. They were like
two tiny fires burning at his palms. He cupped the soft cover of
her flesh, trying to mound the tits under his palms. She
whimpered and urged her body closer to his touch, liking it and
wanting more. He could feel the hot trembling need of her child's
body.
Robin could hardly breathe. Her mouth was full of her
father's prick and it drove far back in her throat with each
thrust she made on it. It filled her, excited her, made her body
shiver with need. Now his hands were hot on her breasts, feeling
the pips of the nipples and making them turgid by squeezing and
cupping her minute mounds of child flesh. She lapped furiously at
his cock to tell him she liked it. He squeezed his answer back at
her tits.
She felt the hard need in his organ and knew that she had
aroused him as thoroughly as he had aroused her. Now she wanted
the final thrill of intercourse. She wiggled her ass and tried to
climb on him without letting go of his cock. He laughed softly
and lifted her head from his crotch.
"Baby ... here ... let's get down on the blanket ..." He
lifted her from her knees and laid her gently on the beach blanket
that was spread on the boat deck. His hands were gentle and
caressing. His voice was a thick whisper. "Take off the
nightgown, baby ..." He was already pulling off his sport shirt
and dragging his slacks over his hips and thighs. He tossed the
clothes down and came to her.
His flesh gleamed in the pale moonlight, and Robin felt as
though a heavy weight were on her chest. Her breath was a
fireball, caught somewhere under her ribs. Her father's hands
moved over her tits, down her smooth, flat belly ... to the
hairless pubic mound.
"Baby ... oh, my god ... smoooth ... lovely ..." He kissed
her lips lightly, then kissed the same trail his hands had taken--
her nipples, which were now hard stones on the tiny rounded mounds
of preadolescent flesh--her smooth child-belly, where his tongue
found the concave of her navel--to the delectable hill of her
crotch, where no hair interfered with his appreciation of the
heady youthful flavor of the child ...
His tongue speared out again and he took her leg with his
hand and pulled it aside. The V was open to him now, and in the
moonlight it resembled a shadowed haven for his lusting, thirsting
mouth ... a fountain for his overheated tongue ... He probed the
dark place with his tongue. The child moaned softly and her torso
trembled violently. Her virgin cunt was responding with ageless
knowledge of woman.
Stan felt the first hot, wet touch of her labia and his own
need boiled in his belly. God, she was sweet and delicious! His
tongue moved over the silky wet folds of erotic flesh, searching
for and finding the untested and untried button which was her
clitoris. Robin's entire body trembled now and she made
passionate tiny sounds in her throat, whimpering sounds of desire
and need. He forced his tongue into her cunt and felt the hard
tissue of her hymen. A jolt of fire shot through him at the
thought of breaking it with his cock. A throbbing pain coursed
through his belly.
Robin felt the tongue touch her tissues and it was a spear of
fire. Her whole belly ached and tingled with excitement and need.
She had never felt anything like this before. Having him touch
her was far more satisfying and exciting than watching him touch
someone else. This time, she knew he was going to go all the way.
Nothing would deter him from having her now. She could feel the
hard pressure of his swollen, throbbing cock against her leg, and
she felt the trail of hot fluid that oozed from his prick and
dribbled onto her flesh. Her hips twitched and her hands groped
for him.
He let go of her then and almost in slow motion climbed over
her. He leaned close, breathing his whiskey-laden breath on her
face. He smiled, and she saw the gleam of his even white teeth in
dim light.
"Pull your knees up a little, baby."
She did and he was between them, bent over her body and
crooning endearing words softly as he grabbed his cock and brought
it toward the sweet promise of her cunt.
"Easy, baby ... yes, ooooohhh, god!"
His hot, throbbing flesh touched her labia. Robin whimpered
and held her breath. It was so hot, so smooth and silky yet so
hard. He pushed and it parted the thick wet lips of her vulva.
Fire on fire ... she whimpered again.
"Darling ... I'll be careful ... I don't want to hurt you ...
easy ..." He pushed. The hot virgin folds caught his prick like
a clamp and drew it into the fire. The tip touched the hard
shield of her hymen.
She held her breath. He bent and kissed her mouth, gently at
first, then with fire as his body pounded need into the cock and
tortured his guts. He pushed his tongue into her mouth to keep
her from crying out, and at the same time he shoved hard with his
thick ramrod of flesh and broke through her virgin tissue. She
cried softly into the kiss, her sounds muted by the lashing of his
tongue at hers. He was in her now, and the tight cunt was
gripping his cock with a wild fury that seemed to belie her
virginity. Her body quivered and his cock throbbed. He began to
fuck her, slowly at first, taking care not to hurt her tiny
vaginal opening, but with increased passion and lust as his body
was caught in the fire of hers. He was fucking her virgin cunt,
fucking her for the first time, fucking the lust of her soul with
his hot cock.
Robin felt the first hard pressure of his entry. When he
began to kiss her, she didn't realize at first that it was a cover
for his penetration, his ripping of her hymen, a shield for the
pain that tore through her. But the pain was quickly over, bathed
away by the hot fire of his entrance all the way into her pussy.
She was on fire, her whole body. Her uterus was a hard hall of
white-hot steel. Her cunt was a firepit of molten lava. She had
known it would be good, but the actuality of it left her
breathless and whimpering with delight. He let go of her lips
then and began to move his cock in and out of her. He was fucking
her!
She clung to his flailing body, gripped him with hands and
knees. It felt as if she were being torn in two by each thrust he
made into her, but there was no more pain. Instead, the sheer
ecstasy of his body in hers was pure pleasure.
"Ooohhhhh ...!" She tried to talk but she was beyond words.
Nothing could describe the delight of that moment. Something new
and even greater was about to happen now. She felt her body tense
for it, felt his cock swell inside her cunt and threaten to
explode ...
"God!! I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna come ... oooohhhh,
yeesss, here it commesss!!"
His explosion set off the time bomb in her virgin belly. Her
female organs found the key to her passion, exploded with him. As
his hot load of semen ejaculated into the tiny cunt, her body
exploded with her first orgasm. It was wild and hot and hard,
filling her and making her shake as though she were being tossed
over a firepit. Huge waves of hot delight radiated through her
young body, set off by the hot liquid that spurted from his cock
and filled her cunt. His prick slapped into her, sloshing in the
double wetness of her cunt juice and his load. Their bodies came
together with wet, smacking sounds that seemed to be an echo of
the throbbing lust that filled them. Robin could feel the soft,
gentle smack of his balls against her ass, and that, too, excited
and thrilled her. She was dripping with sweat, filled with
delight.
After a very long time, her father slowed his hard-hitting
motions and came to rest. He propped his weight on his arms along
her sides. He was breathing very hard and she could see the sweat
glisten on his body and face.
She smiled up at him. "Oh, Daddy, that was so goood, mmm,
soooo goooddd!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled
his face down so she could kiss him.
His breath rasped harshly in his throat. After a few
seconds, he pushed himself up and pulled his deflated penis from
her sopping-wet cunt. He sat beside her on the blanket, his chest
heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
He couldn't look at her. God! What had he done? He'd
fucked his own child! And she was a child--not even into her
adolescent years yet! He tried to find shame in what he had done,
but his body was filled only with the pleasure of having had her.
He had not come like that for a very long time--if ever! It had
been a very special experience--better than Nina, better than
Francie, better than any woman he had ever known. He chewed at
his lip. A kid, his own kid, a baby. Baby cunt. And he had
loved every fucking second of it. It wasn't just the drinks; he
knew that now. He had wanted her so damned bad this morning when
he woke up and found her in his bed. God, it hadn't gone away all
day. He wanted her when he went to meet Francie. He wanted her
when he tried to drown his need with booze. And he wanted her
when she crept to him in the darkness on this boat. He wanted her
and he took her, and he was not ashamed.
Very slowly, he got to his feet and pulled her up. He put
his arm around her and wordlessly led her to the shallow-water end
of the boat and helped her down into the water. She stood very
still while he wiped at her body with his hands under the surface,
splashing the cooling, cleansing water over her tits and belly,
then using his hand to scrub the thick, swollen labia with cool,
refreshing water. He put his fingers into her cunt and washed her
out the best he could. He couldn't help wondering if he'd made
her bleed when he broke her hymen. When he was done, he lifted
her to the boat and wrapped the beach towel around her thin body
and dried and warmed her. Then he helped her pull the thin
nightgown over her head and shoulders. He kissed her lightly.
"Go to bed now, baby ... I love you." He gave her a gentle
push toward the cabin.
He sat for a long time before he dried himself and put on his
clothes.
Chapter 12
When Francie Collins left Stan Hawley, she hurried back along
the road toward her own house. Her heart was pounding with
excitement and with the daring excuse she had told the man. It
had been a hard choice to make, but she hoped now that she would
not be sorry. Hawley had been great fun the night before, but
somehow now that she had managed to seduce him, some of the thrill
was gone. Not that he wasn't good--he was. Plenty good! But
he'd appreciate her more if she weren't quite so available
whenever he snapped his fingers. Besides, tonight she had a more
exciting offer.
She thought again about the previous night, first with Stan
Hawley, then with her blackmailing fucking brother. It had been
an exciting night all the way around. And this morning, her
brother had come to her again with a deal. He told her how much
he had liked fucking her, wanted more. His buddy Drew Hawley was
due back from a canoe trip today, and why didn't she spend the
evening with the two of them? He had a couple of six-packs of
beer stashed away and knew where there was an empty cabin they
could use. Drew had been off in the woods for more than a week,
and he would be ready for a good time and a good piece of ass.
At first, Francie had hesitated. She promised Jack her
answer by dinner time. She had savored the memory of Stan Hawley
taking her. More and more she found herself wondering what his
son would be like--and more and more she found herself liking the
idea. And Jack. Her brother had surprised her last night, both
in the size of his sex tool and his talent in using it. More than
that, the prospect of having two of them at the same time was the
strongest attraction. She'd never had more than one cock at a
time before. She decided to spend the night with the two boys.
It was sure to be more exciting than a few stolen minutes with
Stan Hawley.
So she met Stan and stalled him until the following day. She
could have her cake and eat it, too.
Now at the road to her house she stopped and peered past it
into the darkness. At first she saw nothing, but then a shadow
moved and she saw the pale glint of moonlight on a moving figure.
It was Jack. He waved a hand and she followed his gesture. When
she caught up to him, he slipped his arm through hers and hurried
her along the dark road.
"Drew's waiting for us," he said.
"Where are we going?"
He grinned and she saw the flash of white teeth.
"There's a cabin about a half-mile down the road that's been
empty all summer. We've been using it, always straightening up
when we leave so no one knows we've been there. Very convenient."
Francie frowned. "Who's we?" she asked.
"Me, Drew, a few of the other guys around." He spoke softly,
almost in a whisper. They were walking past driveways to other
cabins. Francie rarely came this way along the lake, and she had
no idea who was living at the cabins and which were vacant. But
her brother seemed to know, and she followed him, half-running
with quick little steps from time to time to keep up with his
long, loping stride. Funny, she hadn't realized how grown up Jack
was until now. He'd always been just a pesky brother, someone to
fight with and resent. But now, he was an interesting young man.
About a half-mile along the road, the trees thickened
considerably and the road was flanked on both sides with dark
woods. Francie had seen the cabins along this stretch of road.
They were far apart, with high brush and woods surrounding them.
Each one was virtually isolated from its neighbors.
Jack steered her down a sloping drive toward the lakefront.
The cabin squatted near the water, a brooding, dark outline
against the night sky. The sound of the lapping waves on the sand
and rocks was the only noise.
Jack held her hand and guided her up the few steps leading to
the back door of the house. He rapped very softly, twisted the
knob. Then they waited while soft footsteps inside the house came
toward the door. The door swung in and they entered quickly.
Francie held her breath and clutched Jack's arm in the pitch
blackness of the interior of the cabin. There were no lights, and
the shades had been drawn at all the windows, blocking any outside
light. She heard the sound of movement; then a match flared.
Drew Hawley held it up and grinned at them.
"Let's get in the other room. A light here might be seen
from the road." He moved toward the front of the cabin, the match
flickering as the air caught it. Jack led Francie through the
small kitchen and into a larger room at the front of the house.
"In the bedroom," Drew said. "There aren't any drapes on the
picture window. It's like a goddamn movie screen from the lake."
In the bedroom, Drew closed the door, struck another match
and lit a lamp on the dresser. "Welcome to my lair," he said with
a grin.
Francie looked around the room. It was a large bedroom on
the corner of the house. The windows were covered by shades and
over them heavy drapes of red velvet had been pulled. There was a
huge four-poster bed at one wall, a large chaise lounge, a
dresser, a vanity table and a metal stand with a small TV set.
She was duly impressed, and grinned at the two boys.
"Who'd leave a joint like this empty all summer?" she asked.
Drew grinned back at her. "Our fairy godmother!" He turned
and lifted the top of a small cooler on the floor near the
dresser. He extracted three cans of beer and popped the lids,
handed one to each of the others, then lifted his own in a toast.
"To the Edwards family. May they long rest in the city while we
enjoy their pad!" He put the can of beer to his lips and drank.
When he lowered the can, his lips were flecked with foam.
Francie felt the excitement rising in her chest. This was
going to be a night to remember. She drank some of the beer and
liked the cool, tart flavor.
"Now," Jack said, "let's get comfortable. I vote we strip
now and save ourselves the bother later."
"Hear, hear! I'll drink to that," Drew said.
Giggling slightly, Francie hid her surprise. They both knew
what they wanted and they didn't bother playing games about it.
Obviously, Jack had told Drew about the night before, at least
about the time he had spent with her. She wondered if he'd told
the other boy that Francie had also accommodated his father? The
idea made her smile. Maybe they could invite Mr. Hawley, too.
She giggled again and drank down some more beer.
Drew set down his can of beer and began to undress. "Come
on, you two--get with the program!"
Jack grinned and glanced at his sister. Then he began to
take off his clothes. Francie watched in amazement and interest
as the two boys became naked bodies in front of her eyes. She saw
the jeans pull down over the slim boy hips, saw the dark, enticing
triangles of pubic hair, then the thrilling long cocks dangling
over heavy balls. She looked from one to the other of them,
measuring with her eye and finding the pricks equally long and
promising. Drew's cock was perhaps a trifle shorter than Jack's,
but it looked thicker around--as if it would have a hard time
getting into a cunt because of its diameter. Even soft as it was
now, it looked almost ominous. The difference in size and shapes
of penises fascinated Francie.
They were naked then, their clothes tossed on a chair near
the bed. And they were both looking her, waiting. Drew lifted
his can of beer again and smiled at her. "Come on, baby ..."
In slow motion, Francie unfastened her shorts and drew them
down over her wide, full hips. Drew licked his lips and sipped
some more beer. She was wearing thin nylon panties, bikini style.
The haze of white cloth covered but did not hide her thick thatch
of pubic hair, and the eyes of both boys were drawn to it at once.
Drew licked his lips again.
She left the panties on while she skimmed the knit shirt over
her head and down her arms. She knew even without looking that
both boys were now staring at her tits in the sheer nylon bra.
The bra was made of stretch nylon, and it clung to the heavy, full
curves of her breasts, holding them lightly without binding them.
Each move she made was translated to a jiggling, bouncing motion
of the pendulous tits, and the boys' eyes widened in appreciation.
As she tossed the shirt to the chair, Francie glanced at the
crotches of the boys and saw the first stirring of their
excitement.
"God!" Drew shook his head and grinned as he looked at the
size of her tits. Even under the cloth, they were the most
exciting things he'd ever laid eyes on. It was hard to believe
she was only thirteen! He thought of his two scrawny kid sisters
who hadn't even begun to develop yet. Christ, this was the kind
of sister to have. He drank some more beer and felt his cock
tighten as his juices stirred.
In panties and bra, Francie stood a few seconds and let the
boys enjoy the sight of her. Then she caught the elastic of the
bra in her fingers and began to pull the flimsy garment up over
her head.
It stretched, pulled hard over the mounds of her tits, popped
as it released the heavy domes of flesh. She heard Drew gasp in
delighted astonishment, sucking air into his lungs as the full
impact of her body's size struck him. She tossed the bra and
quickly jerked down the panties. Her tits swayed and hung like
huge melons as she bent forward to get her pants off and kick them
aside. Then she stood up, very straight, with her shoulders
pulled back hard so the tits jutted forward. She looked at her
brother, then at Drew.
Drew couldn't believe the size of her boobs. His mouth
watered at the sight of them, and he could feel his cock getting a
hard-on just looking at her. He thought about what Jack had told
him--how the other boy had fucked his own sister the night before,
after she had come home from her dalliance with Drew's old man.
God, thirteen! And an accomplished screwer! This was going to be
a night to remember! He grinned at Jack and glanced at the boy's
prick. It was expanding with need, too. Yeah, this was going to
be quite a night! He polished off the rest of the beer and bent
to the cooler for another can.
Jack moved to the bed and pulled back the white fuzzy spread
and the red blanket under it. He folded them carefully over the
foot of the bed. They wouldn't be needing them. He sat on the
edge of the bed and beckoned to his sister. "Come on over here
where we can see you better, Francie."
Francie walked to the bed and sat down. Her brother's hungry
eyes were taking in her naked body and it was like being caressed.
Francie liked the feeling. Drew came around and sat on the bed
behind her, pulling her backward and forcing her to lie down. She
giggled and held up the beer so it wouldn't slosh. Drew grabbed a
pillow and stuffed it under her head so it was high enough for
drinking the beer without sitting up.
"All the comforts, baby." Drew grinned at her. His hand slid
across her shoulder and to her breast, capturing the large dome
under the palm that was cool from holding the iced can of beer.
Francie squealed and smiled at the boy.
"Nice," she said.
"You like?"
"I like." And she knew she was going to have a very good
time.
Drew felt the tit, high and ripe and full. He rubbed his
palm over the corrugated patch of the nipple, pressed a finger
into the soft cushion of coral. The nipple began to swell and
emerge from the red nest. Francie could feel the drawing
sensation as her hormones stirred and began to pour out. Her cunt
felt damp and hot already, even though neither of the boys had
touched her there.
When Drew had brought the rosy twin pips to turgid attention
he paused to drain half the new can of suds. He licked his lips
and put the can on the bedside table, then bent to suck Francie's
dark, tempting tit. In the flickery light of the kerosene lamp,
she looked very appetizing indeed. He grinned as he saw Jack
bring his mouth down to the other dome of erotic flesh.
Francie moaned softly. She had a boy at each breast, and
they were sucking and licking her until she could hardly lie
still. Her body was coming alive with heat and need, a deep
desire for a lot of sex-play. She knew that this would not be any
rush job. Both boys planned on savoring everything she had to
offer. The idea was exciting--in many ways.
Carefully, so as not to disturb either of the hungry tongues
at her tits, Francie emptied the beer in a long swallow. She felt
a little giddy from drinking it so fast. She had never had the
chance to drink much--an occasional beer at a party when the
adults weren't around. She liked the giggly bubbly feeling, and
more than that, she liked the hot tongues on her tits. She
reached to the side of the bed and set the empty can on the table.
She snuggled down into the pillow Drew had given her, and gave her
whole attention to the loving session that was just beginning.
Jack tasted the hot tit on his cool tongue and sucked at the
slightly beery flavor of Francie's tit-peak. He liked seeing his
sister naked this way--in the light where he could appreciate the
sight of her as well as the feel of her. The night before had
been great fucking, but tonight he was going to feast his eyes and
mind and body on her. Drew had suggested the party when Jack told
him about last night. Drew's plans included some things that Jack
had never tried before--like asshole fucking, both of them doing
Francie at the same time, maybe even trying to get both cocks into
her tight cunt for double-header fucking. God, he got all hot and
bothered just thinking about it! And the nicest part was that
they didn't have to rush. No one knew where they were; no one
would disturb them. They had all night.
Chapter 13
Drew let go of the tasty morsel in his mouth and grinned at
the girl. "Like it?"
She nodded eagerly. "Yes ... don't stop."
He laughed. "Got something better in mind, honey; spread
those creamy thighs and let me at your pussy!"
Francie caught her breath and moved her legs apart. Drew was
at her crotch in a moment. His hands pried at the thick mat of
pubic hair and explored the curtained doorway to her cunt.
"Holy shit! Look at that!" He had never seen anything so
red and glistening and wonderful. He touched the slick, wet folds
of flesh. Francie gasped and her hips moved as she tried to push
her body onto the teasing fingers.
"Ooohhhh ..."
"Come and look at this, Jack ... God, look at this cunt!"
Drew's voice was full of delight.
Jack removed his mashing lips from Francie's tit and turned
on the bed so he could join Drew at the V of his sister's legs.
Drew spread her cunt wide with his hands, exposing the pulpy wet
flesh, the slivers of erotic flesh, the thick vulva, the thin
petals beyond.
Jack sucked air into his lungs greedily. It was a beautiful
sight. He saw the tiny outcropping of Francie's clitoris and put
his finger to it. She squealed and squirmed.
"Yeah, give it to her; play with her trigger," Drew
instructed. Although two years younger than Jack, Drew was
definitely more experienced in sexual matters, and he was
definitely the leader of this little expedition. "Pinch it," he
said.
Francie could no longer lie still. Her whole body was on
fire now with a raging desire that made her want to be all over
the two naked boys. She wanted to feel them touch her, enter her,
take her ... she wanted to be fucked many times over. She twisted
on the pillows and grabbed for both cocks. Grinning, the boys
obliged by turning so she could reach them.
With a cock in each hand, Francie began to pump hardness into
the stirring organs. They were both swollen already, filling with
the lusty need of youth. Drew moved closer and turned his body
sideways. "Eat cock, baby ... go ahead ... yeahhhhh!"
Francie had the lovely hard tool in her mouth then, pushing
back the taut foreskin to expose the thick mushroom head of the
organ with its silky skin. It felt like hot liquid on her tongue.
She realized then that he was already dribbling cock juice and she
was licking it up eagerly. She closed her lips around the thick
ridge of flesh, found the band holding the cap to the stem with
her tongue.
It was Drew's turn to groan with delight.
"Aaaagghhhh, jeeezzz, that's good ..."
"Let me suck her cunt," Jack said, pulling her hip so he
could get in position.
"I'll hold it open for you. Jeez, you're licking my
fingers!"
"Mmmmm ..."
"Holy christ--I'm hotter than a pistol!"
"Suck me ... ooohhhhh yessss ..." Francie was going crazy.
She moaned the words onto the cock she held tightly in her mouth.
Her body was on fire, her belly aching for anything these two
could give her ... wanting and needing it all. Jack's tongue
lashed into her cunt, lapping at the folds and beating an
insistent tattoo on her clitoris. Drew's fingers kept pushing
deeper into her, coaxing out hot, spurting love juice for the
other boy to guzzle. The cock in her mouth was a hot poker,
stabbing deep in her throat as the organ got harder and bigger.
She had been right in her supposition that it would be a mouthful.
She could hardly breathe with the big, swollen shaft filling her
air passages almost completely. But it was so tasty, so good, so
sexy, it never occurred to her to let go of it. She could feel
his pulse pounding in the column, his need dribbling from the tiny
slit in the head. She poked her tongue into the minute space,
felt that quick spurt of preseminal fluid. He would come if she
kept it up ... the idea excited her wildly. Her cunt was on fire
with the hand and the tongue-lashing it was receiving.
"Yeeaahhhh, oooohhhh, baby! You're driving me up the wall!"
Drew's body began a rhythmic movement in and out of the hot,
hugging tunnel of her mouth. She was bringing him to the boiling
point, but he knew he could hold his come, wait until the fire
became a conflagration. He was going to shoot his load into that
tight heavenly snatch Jack had bragged about. He wanted a piece
of the real action first. Then she could bring him back, get him
hard again and they could fuck in other ways--at leisure.
Jack's mashing mouth was glued to the pussy. He made thick
slurping sounds as he drank the creamy fluid that poured from his
sister's cunt and Drew fingered her and excited her. His own
cock, still in Francie's hand, was a hard stick of dynamite, ready
to go off. With his eyes open, all he could see was the rounded
mound covered with hair--his sister's pubic mound, thick and
enticing. He could smell the tangy female sex odor, and he could
taste the heady delight of her body. He was very glad he had told
Drew about the night before and that the other boy had come up
with the idea for this party tonight.
Drew pulled out of the triangle first, breathing hard and
forcing Francie to let go of his pounding shaft of manhood.
"Let's fuck her!"
Francie watched wide-eyed as Drew pushed her back on the bed
and yanked the pillow from under her head. "Lift her ass," he
instructed Jack. Jack grabbed Francie's hips and raised them from
the bed. Drew jammed the pillow under her. Her body was arched
upward, her belly stretched taut and her legs splayed wide. Drew
climbed over her.
"God, what a fuckhole! Let's try it out." He grabbed his
thick ramrod cock and began aiming it at her spread labia.
"Christ, I'm so fucking hot I'll shoot my load watching you
... let me fuck her--"
Drew grinned slyly. "Let's put both of them in her."
"How the hell--"
"We can try. If it doesn't work, one of us can take her
asshole. Ever fucked asshole?"
"No."
"Oh, brother, you're in for a treat. Tight, hot and dry.
Jeeeeez, what a body!" He aimed his cock again and touched it to
her cunt. Francie felt a stab of fire shoot through her. Then he
pressed, hard and fast and penetrated her vagina in a swift
motion. It was like a bullet piercing her flaming body. The
first impact of his erotic flesh inside her cunt sent Francie into
a spasm of orgasm. Her uterus erupted like a fireball, spewing
hot lava all over his stabbing pecker. She moaned, bit her lip
and made unintelligible sounds deep in her throat.
"Holy shit, she's coming already!!" Drew grinned and fucked
her furiously.
"God!" Jack was doubled over with a pain of lust. He wanted
to feel his cock in the warm hole, too ... he wanted to shoot his
load into his sister ...
Francie gasped and finally slowed her frantic breathing. It
had been wild and quick, a delight of climax that had caught her
unaware. She tried to grin at the two boys.
"Hot fucking," Drew said.
"You gonna let me in there?" Jack demanded.
"Sure, sure ..." Drew bent all the way over the girl's body,
arching himself to fit the curve of her belly. His hard cock
pulled at her cunt, spreading it wide and putting new, tight
pressure on her clitoris. Francie already felt the new excitement
stirring inside her wet cunt and uterus.
"Try now. You'll have to stay up on your knees ... jeeez,
oooowwwww, hell, it slipped ..."
Jack tried again, holding his rigid prick and trying to force
it into the slippery-wet hole Drew was holding open with the
pressure of his penis inside the girl's cunt.
This time, the head mashed against the column of Drew's cock,
flattening and slipping up along the other tool. It squeezed
hard, forced partway in. Francie whimpered. It hurt a little,
being stretched so wide, but it was very exciting, too. She could
feel the twin poles jabbing at her, the hard pressure of Drew all
the way in her and the threatening pressure of her brother at the
open gate. Her muscles stretched; her cunt opened like a huge
mouth to grab at the two tools.
"Aaaggghhh! Ooooohhhh, mmmm!!"
"I can't get in!"
"Push harder! Christ, I can feel you on my cock!"
"Shit, it's so slippery--so fucking hot and wet--"
"Aaaaaahhhh, yyyeeesss ..." Francie closed her eyes and bit
her lip. A new orgasm was building in her guts as she thought
about the twin probes in her vagina and felt the hard pressure as
her brother tried to squeeze in beside the other boy's prick. But
Francie was too tight and Drew was too big--Jack couldn't force
into the cunt. Swearing, he pulled back and sat panting while he
watched the other boy screw into the depths of her cunt.
Drew felt the warning pressure in his balls and he began to
fuck out his need. He slammed his cock into the wet, sucking
hole, slapped his balls hard against the rough, curled hair of her
twat. He watched her big tits bounce and bobble on her ribs and
saw the grimace on her face as her pleasure erupted.
"Here it comes, baby; here comes my hot load of firewater!"
And it did. The ejaculation blew like a boiler, spurting the
steamy semen out of the hose and into the black wet pit of her
throbbing pussy.
Francie came, too, another violent rush of heat and juice
that filled her and mingled with the boy's load of love juice.
She felt him pull at her crotch hairs, heard his body smack wetly
to hers, felt the heat radiate through her. And still he was
rock-hard and fucking furiously. His cock refused to go down. He
was good for all night!
Abruptly, Drew jerked his still-swollen cock out of her body.
She looked at him and started to protest, but he grinned quickly.
"Roll over baby." He shoved at her and forced her onto her belly.
His hands pulled her buttocks, and his finger traced a path down
the crevice and stopped at her asshole.
"What do you say, Jack, want to try this?" His finger poked
lightly at the tight sphincter of her rectum.
"Christ, I'll never get in!"
"Sure, you will. Get some of her cunt juice on your cock."
He pulled at Francie's hips and raised her to her knees over the
pillow. His hand went to her cunt, sloshed in the thick fluid
that was dripping from her. "Here, have some." He rubbed the
slime on the other boy's cock.
"Christ--"
Drew laughed and moved back out of Jack's way. "Go to it,
man--you'll never be the same!"
Jack poised over his sister's ass, his prick slippery and
hot, aimed at her tight asshole. The tip touched, and the dry
skin of her rump burned at his throbbing tool. He shoved it
against the hole, felt pressure similar to when he had tried to
enter her cunt with Drew. Her rectum was sealed tight.
Drew leaned over and got his hand under Francie's chest,
finding a breast and mauling it lightly. "Relax, doll, take a few
deep breaths through your mouth ... let old Jack in your back
gate. Yeah ... that's right ... shove it up her ass, Jack."
Jack pressed again and felt the tight muscle give, tighten,
then give again as Francie breathed deeply. Then he was in. The
tight tunnel closed around him again, squeezing the cockhead like
an orange for juice. His balls went into high production of fuck
juice, his loins arched, he shoved hard into her. Then it was too
much. The hot tunnel drew his load almost instantly. It was like
a huge, hungry vacuum cleaner sucking up anything in its path. He
felt the hot spurt, the quick grab of her muscles, and he shot
off. His semen spurted into the narrow, dry passage and in a
moment it was lathered wetly and bubbling over.
Francie whimpered, stuffed her hand in her mouth and cut off
the scream that built in her throat. The pain was wild, but the
pleasure was wilder. The hot, spurting semen in her asshole fused
with the heat of her belly and she experienced another orgasm,
different from the others yet basically the same satiating delight
of all of them. She panted and gasped for air.
Jack climbed off, sweating and limp with the explosion that
had taken him so quickly. Man, that was something. He grinned at
Drew. The other boy winked and began to fondle his cock, which
was still hard.
"What say we all have another beer and then we can get down
to some serious fun!"
Francie looked at him, then at her brother. Peering up from
the pillow in which her face was buried, she looked comical. Jack
began to laugh.
"What do you say, Sis? Game for more?" he asked.
Francie hesitated. Then she grinned widely. "You'd better
believe it! Give me two beers and I'll take both of you on at the
same time--all you can give!!"
Drew laughed and climbed off the bed for the beers.
Chapter 14
Kevin turned the car into the driveway, still angry and
swearing softly. He'd driven all the fucking way up to
Meritsville and that little bitch Jean was nowhere to be found.
He'd told her he'd be back--almost promised. What the hell did
she expect from him? She could've waited a few hours to find out
if he'd show. No, the dumb little broad had such goddamn hot
pants she couldn't sit alone for a few hours. Right now she was
probably in the back seat of some car with one of her local boy
friends. Jeez, he got mad all over again just thinking about the
time he'd wasted running after her. She was just a piece of tail;
he could do without her. There were plenty of other girls who'd
be anxious to make him happy ...
He snapped off the lights and ignition and sat in the dark
car for several minutes. It was still early; he should've gone
out looking for some action. The trouble was ... this isolated
lake area wasn't exactly a swinging community. Mostly private
parties.
Private parties ... what was it Drew had said about a party
at an empty cabin down the road? Yeah ... he'd said they were
having one tonight and invited his brother along. Kevin had only
half-listened since he'd been full of his own party plans with
Jean. But now, he was at loose ends. Maybe Drew's party might be
fun. He tried to recall if his brother had given him any details
about the party, but it was all very vague. Something about some
kids down the lake.
Hell, it would probably be a very dull minor beer bust, but
it would beat sitting around the cabin with nothing to do. Unless
... no, that was suicide. He had to steer clear of Jodi. God!
What a surprise she had given him this afternoon in the boat. A
nine-year-old kid--his own sister--wow! But as much as he liked
the idea of playing around with her again, he didn't dare go
anywhere near her ... unless he could get her far away from his
folks and any chance of being caught. God, his father would kill
him if he knew!
He got out of the car and walked slowly up the drive. He
wasn't exactly sure where the cabin was that Drew had mentioned,
but he had a general idea. He figured he'd be able to find it.
If not, the walk might cool him off. He was still plenty damned
mad about Jean.
In the house, Jodi woke when the headlights of the car
flashed across the bedroom window. She was instantly awake, aware
that she was alone in the room. When had she fallen asleep? She
had planned to watch Robin, follow her if she left to pursue her
seduction of their father. But she had conked out, and Robin was
gone.
She climbed out of bed and walked lightly to the window. The
car headlights had gone off, but she could see the figure sitting
behind the wheel in the gloom. Not her mother ... Kevin then. He
was back.
Jodi peered at the tiny illuminated dial of the clock on the
dresser. It was early, only eleven. She smiled to herself. That
had to mean that Kevin hadn't found that girl--the one from the
woods he'd tried to make the date with. He was back far too early
for a night with her.
Jodi pressed her fists to her belly. Mmmmm, if Kevin hadn't
found his girl, he'd be hot and hard for wanting her. Jodi
thought about the wonderful hour she'd spent with her brother out
in the boat this afternoon. The taste of sex that she'd had
whetted her appetite for more. Already she was getting horny, her
thighs dampening as love-juice began to trickle from her cunt.
Maybe, if she went out to Kevin, maybe he'd fuck her again.
Ohhhhh, her belly ached from thinking about it.
She groped under the bed for her slippers and opened the
bedroom door quietly. The entire cabin was hushed, empty. No one
else was home. She padded across the living room, through the
kitchen, and opened the back door. Outside, she stood a moment
letting her eyes get accustomed to the night. She moved toward
the car.
She was right up to it when she realized that Kevin was no
longer sitting behind the wheel. The car was empty. She almost
called out his name, but caught herself just in time. She looked
around the yard. He hadn't gone inside; she would've seen or
heard him. She caught sight of a white moving blur near the road.
It was Kevin. He was walking up the driveway and turning down the
road. Without hesitation, she hurried after the vanishing figure.
She wasn't sure why she didn't call to him. Instinct made
Jodi stay silent and follow her brother down the road. Jodi knew
the road well, since she and Robin explored the entire lake shore,
knew all the families along the road. But there were no kids her
age and she rarely did more than walk past the houses.
Kevin didn't turn in at Collinses, and that surprised Jodi.
For a few minutes she'd thought about Francie Collins and her
brother Jack, who was Kevin's age. He might've been seeing them
... especially after what Robin had told her about Francie's
sexual expertise with their father. She giggled at the thought.
Where was Kevin headed then? There were no more kids along there
at all. Few cabins were even occupied.
Kevin stopped and looked down a driveway. He seemed
undecided for a few seconds, then resumed his even pace down the
pale ribbon of the road. The woods were thicker here and the
moonlight didn't penetrate to the dark road. Jodi kept her eye on
the white patch of her brother's shirt, staying a few yards behind
so he wouldn't hear or see her. When he stopped again, he seemed
to be listening to the night sounds. Then he turned and walked
carefully down a driveway.
Jodi chewed at her lip. No one was up at this place. The
cabin had been standing empty all month. The owners, a young
couple who did a lot of drinking and partying, had spent two
weeks' vacation here in July, but hadn't returned since. But
Kevin was already out of sight, and she pressed forward.
She saw her brother listen again at the door, then turn the
knob and let himself into the dark house. She ran down the
remaining feet of the driveway and onto the tiny porch. She
pressed her ear to the door and could barely hear the sounds of
music and voices inside. She smiled. Kevin knew something she
did not. There was a party going on here--a hidden and secret
one. Someone was using the cabin for their own fun.
Carefully she turned the knob and let herself in. The door
was the kind that opened and locked with an old-fashioned key and
it had no bolt or snap lock. The owners had apparently forgotten
to lock it when they left, and Kevin and whoever else was here had
discovered the fact and helped themselves to the place.
The music and voices came from some place beyond the kitchen.
Jodi saw the outlined doorway and headed for it. The living room
was dark, too, but enough light came through the large picture
window which faced the lake, so Jodi had no trouble seeing. Her
brother was standing outside a closed door; beyond it the voices
were louder, the laughter strong.
Jodi stepped back to the shelter of the kitchen doorway when
Kevin opened the bedroom door. Light flooded out, looking very
bright at first but then subdued. It seemed to flicker, and
shadows leaped along the walls.
"What the--My god! Kev, you scared me outta ten years
growth!" Drew laughed then, relieved to discover that the sudden
unexpected intruder was only his brother. "Hey, man, glad you
came back. Join the party!" Drew held up his can of beer and
slapped Francie's bare ass playfully. "Which will it be first,
beer or the broad?"
Kevin grinned at the threesome on the bed. Stark-naked, they
were a twisted mass of legs and arms and bodies. He could see
Francie's huge tits, one resting on Drew's thigh and the other
caught in her brother Jack's mouth. The girl's head was at Drew's
crotch. She had looked up startled when the door opened, but now
she came down again with her open mouth on Drew's hard, spearing
cock. Drew jerked with pleasure and settled back on the pillow to
enjoy the fellatio she performed on him. He raised the beer can
and drank with gusto.
"Looks like she's plenty damned busy already," Kevin
commented, watching Francie.
"Hell, she can take another one--no sweat! This little cunt
is the wildest thing this side of the Mississippi. Come on, take
your goddamn clothes off and join the party."
Kevin moved into the room and closed the door behind him. He
didn't need any more coaxing. The urges that had stirred in his
guts at the thought of seeing Jean again tonight were still
strong, and he could use a good time. He began to strip off his
slacks and shirt. The girl watched him without slowing down her
sucking motions on Drew's prick. Jack pushed his hand between his
sister's damp thighs and forced her to open her legs so the
newcomer could get a good view of the red, luscious pussy in the
cocoon of golden hair.
Kevin jerked off his socks and went to the edge of the bed.
His clothes lay in a heap on the floor near the door, just where
he tossed them. He hadn't bothered to untangle or hang them. Not
when he had a promising hot body like Francie's waiting for him
only a few feet away. Christ, she was a tempting morsel! His
mouth watered at the sight of the golden-haired pussy. The tight
curls of hair were flecked with moisture--hers and maybe even some
cock juice from earlier copulations. The smooth, rounded hump of
her ass made his fingers itch.
He was on the bed then, his face pressing into the tunnel
formed by her open legs, his lips and tongue delving immediately
in the haven of hot, waiting love. She was delicious, sweet and
intoxicating. He drank greedily, feeling the instant twitch of
life in his balls and the springing alive of his prick. He
grinned and shoved his mouth harder into the golden nectar of her
body.
* * *
When Kevin entered the room and closed the door, Jodi moved
silently across the darkened room. She had caught a glimpse of
the naked kids on the bed, recognized Drew and Jack Collins. She
had only seen the girl's long blonde hair and the huge tit Jack
was sucking, but she knew it had to be Francie Collins. She
giggled silently, thinking how worried she had been about seducing
her own brother. And here Francie Collins, the girl her father
had lusted for and taken, was obviously fucking her own brother!
Maybe all the things Patty had told her were true at that. There
seemed to be plenty of men and boys who thought it was perfectly
okay to screw around with their own flesh-and-blood relatives. So
if Patty was right, that meant all men also liked young girls--
young, unhaired, undeveloped girls like herself! She knew that
she wanted to join the party in the other room. Fucking Kevin had
given her a taste of things to come, and now she had the chance to
take a giant step forward in her sex education.
She put her hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. The
four people on the bed were so engrossed in one another that they
didn't hear the slight sound of the door swinging open. Jodi
slipped into the room, and the door closed quietly behind her.
She gaped, staring, trying to take in all the action at once.
Each of the foursome was at some part of another's body, the three
boys swarming all over Francie, hands roaming her naked flesh,
mouths licking and nibbling at tits and cunt. Only Drew was at
all passive, lying back sipping his beer while his hand mauled
Francie's big tit, pulling lightly at the hard, jutting nipple,
while the girl's mouth beat a hungry tattoo on his swollen and
erect cock. One of Francie's hands was clawing at Drew's thigh,
rubbing in the crotch hair that surrounded his cock and cupping
his huge, hanging balls. The other hand was around her brother's
hard, thrusting cock. Her knee was between Kevin's legs, pressing
upward onto his sex organs and making his penis sway and dribble
threateningly.
Jodi licked her lips. She wanted to be there with them. She
pushed her foot against her heel and got her slippers off. She
lifted the hem of the short nightgown she was wearing and skinned
it over her head. It fell to the floor. She walked to the bed.
It was Drew who saw her. He looked up from his can of beer,
and his face paled. "Jodi!" His cry was a strangled sound of
surprise and fear. For a moment the others didn't react. They
were too engrossed in their own needs and pleasures. Drew tried
to pull himself away from the tangle of bodies, staring at his kid
sister's naked body only inches from him. "How the hell--What are
you doing here!"
Jodi's breath was a tight coil in her chest. Drew seemed
angry, but she was not going to leave. She wanted to join them.
She tried to smile. "I followed Kevin ..."
At the sound of her voice, the others looked up, aware now
that someone else had arrived on the scene. Jack and Francie
looked shocked, then amused. Francie's hand came up Drew's cock
and closed around it. She began to pump at it in slow motion, as
though defying Jodi to stop her or to turn off Drew's apparent
interest and need. Jack simply stared, not knowing what to make
of the kid standing there as naked as a jaybird. She was just a
kid, no pubic hair, no tits ... yet he could not take his eyes
from her tanned flesh.
Kevin was so startled he stared with his mouth open. She had
followed him! The dumb little shit had been waiting for him to
come home--then she followed him here! He grinned, and ran his
tongue over his wet lips, tasted the cunt juice that still clung
to them from his recent sojourn at Francie's pussy.
Drew glared at Jodi. "Get the hell out of here, you little
snoop! Put your goddamn clothes on and go on home to bed where
you belong!"
Jodi shook her head, scared of her brother's anger but
unyielding in her determination. She was all hot and wet inside
now, and she didn't want to leave.
Drew waved the empty beer can in her direction. "Go on, beat
it! And keep your goddamn mouth shut, you little shit!" He was
slightly drunk, breathing very hard and trembling slightly.
Kevin looked at Jodi. The corners of his mouth turned up in
a small smile. Kevin turned to Drew. "Leave her alone, Drew."
"What? What the hell do you mean?" Drew was struggling to
sit up, but Francie wouldn't let go of his prick, and he fell back
onto the pillows. "What are you talking about! Damned brat, she
needs a good paddling!"
"Cut it out," Kevin said sharply.
Drew turned to glare at him, his confusion evident on his
face. "What!"
Kevin grinned and looked back at Jodi. "Let her stay. You
might be surprised at how much your kid sister can add to the
party!"
Chapter 15
The room was silent for a few seconds. The boys on the bed
were staring at each other, then at their sister. Drew frowned.
"Her? Aw, come on, you gotta be kidding." He tried to
laugh, but the sound wouldn't come out. He had the strong feeling
that Kevin wasn't kidding at all.
Jodi watched Drew, waiting for his next words. She
straightened her thin shoulders and pushed her breasts forward.
Kevin had stuck up for her--he had actually admitted she was good
sexually! She was glowing with pride, and she was also burning
with new lust and desire. She didn't want to be sent away like a
child. She wanted to stay right here and enjoy the pleasures she
knew her body could bring her.
Drew looked at her. His glance slid from her face to her
body, lingering at the undeveloped tits with only coral patches to
indicate the womanhood that lay there hidden beneath them. Drew's
tongue flicked over his lips, and his glance moved again ... over
her taut smooth belly, tanned deeply but marked with lines where
her shorts and halter ended ... to the high mound of pubic flesh.
It stayed there, piercing his own doubts and coming to accept his
brother's testimonial. It was hard to believe, but Kevin wouldn't
con him--not now, not here. A smooth baby cunt, but usable. He
smiled, then looked back at Kevin. "No shit?"
"No shit, Brother. I tried her out this afternoon. It was
something to remember, I'll tell you!"
Drew looked back to Jodi, and his tongue moved again over his
full red lips. "You wanna play?" he asked softly.
Jodi nodded. "Yes ... please let me ... I'm all hot and
hurting."
"Good god!" Jack stared at the kid. His guts were a hot
ball of fire at the idea of screwing a young piece like that. She
didn't even have any cunt hair, and she was talking about fucking
like a pro! Jeez, this was going to be a party!
Francie looked the naked kid over carefully. Little bitch.
What did she have to show up now for? Damn her. Francie liked
the idea of having the three beautiful fucking cocks all to
herself. Besides, what did Jodi have to offer? What did the
brothers and her own kin see in the kid? She verbalized her
protest.
"She's just a kid, for crissake. Make her go home!" She
petted and pawed Drew's cock to coax him to side with her.
Jack sat up and slapped Francie's naked rump. "Look who's
talking, baby sister. Hey, you guys know how old Francie is?"
Jack giggled.
Kevin looked at the big tits and the wide-open cunt in front
of his face. "Sure, sixteen."
Jack laughed.
Francie said, "Shut up--"
"She's thirteen! That's all. Thirteen!"
"Aw, you're kidding ..."
Jack shook his head and burped softly. "Nope. She won't be
fourteen for three months yet. She's stacked like a starlet, has
been since she was eleven. Quite a dish, my little sister. Yeah,
quite a dish!" He poked his fingers into the wet, spread cunt and
wiggled them suggestively. "So what's your objection to the other
kid, huh? You ain't the only kid with hot ass to go." He laughed
again and rammed his hand deeper into the hot tunnel of Francie's
vagina.
Drew giggled and Kevin grinned. Jack pulled his feet
sideways on the bed, pushing his naked body closer to the girl
already on the bed.
"Come on, baby, climb aboard!" He winked at Jodi.
Jodi laughed and scrambled onto the bed near her brother.
Drew made a grab for her. "If you tried her this afternoon, then
give me a chance now, Brother!"
Jack laughed, still hand-fucking his own sister. "What about
me? I'd like to try her, too."
"Hey! Take it easy, boys, plenty for all. Right, Jodi?"
Kevin slipped his arm around Jodi and pulled her down to the bed.
"I think she'd like to try lots of things, right, baby?" He
grinned at Jodi. "Want us all to fuck you? Want to suck each and
every cock? Want someone to suck your cunt while you suck someone
else's pecker? Want to get fucked in the mouth? In the asshole?"
He was talking softly to her, leaning over her and breathing the
words heavily. She felt his hot breath on her face, his hand at
her tit.
Jodi was trembling with anticipation now, quivering inside
where the fire had been fanned to flaming desire. "Yes ...
oooohhh, yes, I want all those things ... please, yes ..."
Kevin laughed. "See, what did I tell you?" He glanced at
Jack and Drew. "Jodi is an eager and apt pupil, so what are we
waiting for?"
"Hot damn! Let's roll."
Drew scrambled and grabbed for Jodi's legs. He pulled her
around and lifted one leg so he could peer at the lovely
unblemished, hairless crotch, into it, into the thick red wet lips
of her vagina. "Holy christ!" His mouth was watering already.
Kevin turned to Francie. He noted that Jack's hand was still
deep in his sister's cunt. He said, "Hey, take those fucking
fingers out and let me slip my dick up there. Christ, I've been
hard all night and waiting for a warm, hungry pussy ..."
"Be my guest, Kevin. She's in rare form tonight--horny as
hell. We've been fucking up a storm for two hours almost. She
can take you, then come back for more."
Kevin ran his tongue over his lips. He was hot and hard, his
cock ready for action. He'd been on the verge of an erection ever
since this afternoon when he'd fucked Jodi so wonderfully. The
memory and thoughts of his kid sister had kept him at fever pitch.
He'd thought to relieve it when he saw Jean, but then she had
crapped out and his hard-on wouldn't vanish. Now he was going to
get his release. He was eager for it. He grinned at Jack.
"Why don't you let Jodi suck you off? She has a talented
tongue."
Jack crawled closer to Jodi and she opened her mouth eagerly.
Drew was fingering her cunt now, getting her even hotter and
wetter than she was, rousing her deep need and making her whole
body throb. She accepted the hard spear of flesh that the boy
jabbed toward her face. It was smooth and hot and pulsating. She
closed her lips around it, and he sighed, pushed forward so the
tool sank farther into her mouth. She pulled at the layer of
foreskin and felt for the ridge of the cockhead with her tongue.
He was as big and as delightful as Kevin ... she liked him ... she
liked what she tasted. She also liked what her brother, Drew, was
doing to her cunt. His hands were at it, pulling the thick,
hairless lips apart and teasing at the wet red folds beneath them.
Jodi sighed and sucked harder on the other boy's tool. He tasted
so good, and the harder she sucked the hotter she got.
Drew was fascinated by the ripeness of his sister's inner
folds of flesh. He had never dreamed that a kid, a nine-year-old
kid, would look so exciting, be so sexy. The flaps of red tissues
winked and blinked at him in the flickering lamplight. The soft,
glowing light made everything slightly shadowed, more exotic. But
in any light, this cunt would be worth looking at ... and feeling.
He knew he was getting very hard in Francie's fucking mouth
because touching Jodi was turning him on. He wanted to sink his
prick into this sweet little swamp hole, this new fertile field of
loving ... god ... look at it ... the tiny bud of her clitoris
winked at him wetly. He touched it and the child shivered,
pushing down and forcing his hand to slip into her opening. He
grinned, wondering if she had done it knowingly. It didn't
matter; he liked the feel of the wet, silky flesh, the heat of her
cunt washing over his probing fingers. He twitched them, sinking
the tips into the tight walls of the young muscle. She had no
cherry. Had Kevin popped it this afternoon? Lucky bastard.
Ohhhh, man, he was aching he was so hot! He pushed his thumb
against her clitoris and fucked her with the other four fingers in
the cunt. Her little hips were dancing all over the place now.
She was so eager, she was having a hard time staying put. Only
the firm pressure of Jack's prick in her mouth kept her down.
Drew tugged at Francie's hair, rumpling it with his open
hand. "Let go, doll, I'm gonna shove that hot dick up this little
girl's cunt! Oooohhh, man ... I have to feel her wrap that twat
around me ... let go ..."
He pulled and Francie reluctantly let go of the swollen
shaft. But she didn't have long to miss it. Kevin rolled her
onto her back and crawled between her widespread legs. He grabbed
his cock and aimed it at the target of her sweet sex-hole. He
scored a bull's-eye on the first try and rammed it deep into her.
Francie cried out with instant orgasm.
"Ooooohhhh, yyeess!" She clamped her knees to his sides and
clawed at his shoulders with her hands. She was coming again, and
this new cock was wonderful ... big ... hard ... thrusting ... my
god ... already a second wave of excitement was building, flowing
into her body with red-hot heat as Kevin slammed his cock with
repeated hard thrusts into her pussy. He was almost there ... he
felt the pulse pounding in his organ, felt the hard pressure of
the semen at his starting gate, felt the hot need build and
finally explode.
"Here it is, baby. HERE IT IS!!!" He let go then. The
thick wad of love juice gushed from the depths of his belly and
filled the hot twat of the girl. It triggered another orgasm for
her and she rode with him, coming up with her hips to meet each
slam. Her mouth was pulled taut and her teeth clenched as she
gurgled and gasped with the new pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, ahhh!!" Francie felt the satisfying tremors of need
fulfilled.
Drew heard the sounds as his brother fucked Francie and they
added to his own heat now. He grinned down at Jodi, who was
staring at him with huge eyes. She was still sucking Jack's
swollen shaft of flesh, but he was doing all the work now. He was
very hot, and he was fucking Jodi's willing mouth just as he would
a cunt. Her hot tongue lapped and loved him like a nice, tight
vagina. He had moved around so he was at the side of her head and
out of Drew's way. Jodi could look up and see his bouncing balls
as the prick drove deep into her throat. She was so turned on now
she was trying to grab both the boys on her.
Drew got between his sister's legs and spread her vulva with
his fingers. She was slimy and oozing juice. He touched the
swollen labia with the tip of his cock and she moaned softly on
the mouthful of cock. Her eyes told Drew she liked it. He
grinned and pushed in.
Jodi felt the hot spear jab into her cunt, and the excitement
in her belly reached fever pitch. It was like falling into a tub
of hot water--the excruciating delight of pain almost overwhelming
her at first. Then the rays of pleasure coursed through her
fully; the memory of the first fucking she had gotten, this
afternoon, came back to assure her of the joy that was in store
for her now. Her brother began to move in and out of her with an
even-paced beat.
Drew got hot very quickly in the lovely little cunt. His own
sister--his own fucking sister--god, the idea excited him, too!
She was tight and smooth and lovely. He had never dreamed it
could be fun to fuck a kid--a hairless, flat-chested kid with a
baby cunt. But jeez, it was better than any girl he'd ever had,
so nice and tight ... so eager and fresh ... holy shit ... he was
going to come ...
He heard Jack grunt and saw the tight grimace on the other
boy's face. "Give it to her, Jack ... yeah ... we'll blow
together ... god ... now ... NOW!" Drew felt Jodi's cunt tighten
in the quick spasm of orgasm. His cock was squeezed like a ripe
orange, taking the juice from it. He gasped, and felt the hot new
load of semen spurt into the gulping pussy.
Drew felt Jodi's body twitch as she came, too. Her belly
quivered and her hips bounced. At that moment, Jack moaned.
"Ooooohhhh, here it comes, kid, here it comes--" His cock
spurted hot lava into the kid's mouth. She gagged, strangling, as
she could not breathe with the thick load clogging her throat. He
pulled back quickly to let her have air, and the rest of his
ejaculation squirted all over her face. The kid closed her eyes
and swallowed the thick mass, then licked at the dribbling trails
of semen that trickled over her mouth and face. She looked
absolutely ecstatic, reaching as far as she could with the tip of
her tongue to find more of the glorious nectar.
Jodi was only dimly aware of what she was doing. For one
blinding moment she had thought she was going to faint. She
couldn't breathe, and the gigantic waves of pleasure filled her
whole body. Her orgasm was breathtaking, exciting, complete. The
hot cock pounded in and out of her cunt, setting off aftershocks
of the earthquake that had rocked her. The hot hose in her mouth
spurted and she choked on the thick wad of slime that shot to the
back of her throat and cut off her air. Then she was swallowing
the salty brine, and she felt the warm splash of more semen on her
nose, cheeks and lips. She groaned softly and licked at it,
wanting all of the tasty nectar she could find. When her tongue
could reach no more, she lifted her hand to wipe at the rivulets,
then put her fingers in her mouth and licked them voraciously.
Mmmmmmm, it was so gooood!
She lay with her eyes closed, savoring the full pleasure of
her satisfied body and the delight of her palate. She felt Drew
rubbing her thigh with firm fingers, and realized he had pulled
his prick from her. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked at the
two boys who had delighted her so. She smiled and they both
grinned back at her.
"Like it?" Drew asked.
"Oh, yes, it was wonderful!" She took a deep breath, and she
could still feel the undulating rays of pleasure seep through her
flesh. Her belly was a solid ache of delight, throbbing and
quivering warmly. Her legs tingled; her toes felt as though they
had curled. She was totally satisfied. Her second excursion into
the grown-up world of sex had been wonderful, even more wonderful
than the first. She hugged her arms to her breasts and rocked
with delight.
Kevin was grinning at her, too. He and Francie had fucked
with pagan pleasure until they were sated with each other's body,
filled with the lusty, loving juices they had to offer.
"What do you think of your kid sister now?" Kevin asked.
Drew shook his head. "Like, wow!"
They all laughed then, enjoying the wild abandon and freedom
they had found. Even Francie was no longer angry or jealous. If
the little kid helped make these guys horny, it was okay with her.
Each of the boys, Drew and Kevin Hawley, and her own brother Jack
had long since proved they had enough to go around. It was a
shame that so much of the summer was gone.
Francie lay back on the rumpled bed and stretched like a cat.
Her big tits jutted upward and each of the boys looked at them
appreciatively. The nipples were hard and thrust out, the coral
patches huge circles of dark exotic skin on the golden mounds of
flesh. Francie knew she had a nice body, and she was proud of it,
proud that men and boys liked it and wanted it. She glanced at
Jodi with her flat chest and skinny hips. Then she smiled as she
saw the other girl staring at her. The smile was reassuring,
telling Jodi that she would develop soon and have the body she
coveted. Francie laughed silently. She had the feeling that when
Jodi did develop, she was going to be stacked--really big. And
with the knowledge the kid already had of fucking, she'd go crazy
with need and drive everyone else crazy, too. Boys, that is.
Men. Francie thought about Stan Hawley and wondered what he would
think or say if he could see three of his kids right now!!
"God, what a night!" Jack said, flopping back alongside Jodi
on the bed.
"Let's have some more beer," Drew said. He pushed himself
off the bed, half-rolling to the floor in mock exhaustion, then
grinning and crawling to the cooler a few feet away. He lifted
the cover and pulled out a six-pack and shook it to get the water
off. Then he ripped the cans one at a time from the plastic
collar and tossed them to the others on the bed. He almost threw
a fourth can for Jodi but suddenly remembered she was too young to
drink. He dropped the cover back onto the cooler and snapped the
lid of the can open. He put the cold brew to his lips and guzzled
thirstily. Then he got to his feet and walked back to the bed.
"Hey, what do you say we plan another party?"
Eager faces turned to him.
"When?" Francie asked.
Drew shrugged. "We need enough time to recover from tonight
but we don't want to wait so long that anyone becomes a case of
need!" He grinned. "How about next weekend?"
Kevin looked thoughtful. "It's Labor Day."
"So?"
"This cabin may not be empty. Lots of folks make the lake
scene on three-day weekends."
"Don't sweat it," Jack said, lowering the beer can from his
mouth and licking the foam from his lips. "I know another place
we can use."
"Where?" All eyes turned to him.
"I've been working up at a place, an old farmhouse that's
been remodeled. The new owners aren't moving in until October.
I'm finishing up some scraps of carpentry and yard work." He
grinned. "I have the key, and the place is fully furnished, right
down to a great big bed."
"Hey, sounds great! Where is it?" Kevin asked.
"Across the lake. We can go by boat or around the road by
car. And the best part is that the house is set back from the
lake and there are plenty of trees to hide it. You can't see it
from the road or the water. We can have all the privacy we need."
"Jack, you're a genius!" Francie hugged her brother.
"Next Friday night then?" Drew asked.
Heads bobbed in agreement. Drew looked at his kid sister.
"We'll have to find a way to sneak Jodi out when Mom's not
looking," he said.
Jodi laughed. "I won't have any trouble," she said quickly.
She thought about how easily she and Robin had been sneaking out
these past two nights.
Robin. She had completely forgotten about her sister. Robin
had not been in bed when Jodi woke tonight. Where had she gone?
The thought hadn't occurred to Jodi until now, but her sister's
vanishing act could only mean one thing. Robin had gone after
Daddy!
Jodi looked at her brother. "Drew?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"Do you suppose that--I mean, well ... can Robin come to the
party, too?"
He looked startled, glanced at Kevin questioningly. "I dunno
..."
"It's okay," Jodi reassured them. "She knows ..."
"Is she a virgin?" Drew wasn't sure what his purpose was in
asking.
"I ... I don't know, but I do know that she doesn't want to
be one!" Jodi said.
That made them all laugh. Drew patted his sister's naked
shoulder, then let his hand rest on the undeveloped mound that
would someday be her tit. "Okay, kid. We'll take your word for
it." He grinned at Jack and Francie. "Next Friday then."
Chapter 16
In the morning, Jodi was groggy and tired when she heard the
sound of the car. She wondered who was driving off so early, then
glanced at the clock and saw it was past ten. She had slept late,
but it had been after one o'clock when she crawled into bed so as
not to disturb her sleeping sister. Now she glanced at Robin's
bed and saw that the other girl was waking, too. Jodi grinned.
Robin rubbed her eyes. She looked rosy-cheeked and glowing,
and Jodi knew at once that Robin had succeeded in her mission the
night before. She jumped out of bed and scrambled to sit on her
sister's bed. "Tell me about it." she demanded.
"What?" Robin pretended surprise.
"Don't try to fool me; I know you got to Daddy last night! I
can tell by the look in your eyes!"
Too excited to pretend any more, Robin quickly admitted what
had happened. "I'm not a virgin any more!" she squealed.
"Daddy?"
"Uh-huh. Oh, Jodi, it was just as wonderful as you said! I
was so excited, and it felt so good. Honest, I've never felt
anything so great in my whole life!"
Jodi grinned. "Tell me all about it!"
She settled back while her sister recounted the details of
the seduction of their father. Jodi hid her smile when Robin told
how Francie had claimed she had to get right back home. The
little liar. She was planning to meet Drew and her brother all
the time.
When Robin finished her story breathlessly, she hugged her
knees to her chest. "Do you think he'll want me again, Jodi? I
mean, he seemed kind of scared when it was all over. God, I can't
live without him! I have to have him again!"
Jodi grinned. "Whoa, take it easy. Sure, it was good, but I
made a very interesting discovery last night."
"What?"
"Well, I found out that when you get sexy, it doesn't make
much difference who fucks you or how. You can come real easy as
long as you have a guy. Or guys ..."
"Guys? More than one? Aw, you're kidding me." Robin peered
at her younger sister.
Jodi shook her head. "Nope, it's true." In a low voice she
told Robin what had happened the night before, her following
Kevin, finding the others partying at the empty house down the
road. Robin's eyes almost bugged out of her head as she listened
to the exciting events and intimate details. She broke in often
to ask questions about the comparative sizes and talents of the
boys. It seemed almost too much to believe. She shook her head
when Jodi finished the story.
"Wow!"
"And that's not all. We're gonna have another party on
Friday. And I asked them if you could come."
"Can I? Can I?" Robin was jumping up and down on the bed.
Jodi nodded. "Yep. The more the merrier, Kevin said."
"I can't wait!"
Jodi laughed. "Shhh, we can't let Mom hear us. We'd better
get up before she comes in to see what's the matter."
At breakfast they learned that their father had driven back
to the city without explanation this morning. That had been the
car that Jodi had heard, she decided. She couldn't help wondering
if his sudden departure had anything to do with his fucking Robin.
Was he remorseful now? Was he afraid his wife would find out?
When she asked her mother when he'd be back, Nina shrugged and
said she didn't know.
The next three days went very slowly. Jodi wanted to be
close to Drew and Kevin all the time, but Drew warned her.
"Look, if you start hanging around us every minute of the day
and wanting to go off with us at night, Mom's gonna get
suspicious. So cool it, kid. It will be Friday before you know
it and then you can have your fun. In the meantime, bug off, hear
me?"
Jodi agreed reluctantly. But she knew he was right. She and
Robin devoted themselves to sunning and swimming and taking long
walks where they could talk over the things they had experienced
about sex.
Then it was Friday. Dinner was over; Mom was off to town to
a movie. No problems at all about getting away. Kevin decided
they would go by boat since neither family car was around. Jack
had an old clunker and would drive himself and Francie over to the
farmhouse. That way, they could get away by land or water if
anyone had to leave. Kevin was a bit worried about his mother
coming in and finding them all gone. She wouldn't worry about the
two boys, but she would wonder about the girls. It was important
to have a way to get them home at some reasonable time so she
wouldn't miss them.
The farmhouse was everything Jack had promised. Isolated, it
was almost desolate in the thick stand of pines and birch on a
knoll on the other side of the lake. A not-yet-repaired boat dock
jutted into the water, and Kevin tied the boat securely to one of
the posts. He and Drew led the way up the hill, along a narrow,
twisting path through the trees.
Francie and Jack were already there. Jack had driven his car
down the rutted driveway and parked it out of sight. He told them
that he had closed and relocked the gate so that no one could
venture down by mistake, surprising them. Then he took them on a
quick tour of the house. The huge living room downstairs seemed
the most ideal for the party, and Jack had laid a fire in the huge
stone fireplace. The kitchen, only a few steps away, had a large
refrigerator which was stocked with beer. The boys had been
bringing it in all week. They had thoughtfully provided Cokes for
the two younger girls, too.
A radio played soft music and Jack pulled all the shades. A
big bedroom opened off a small hall at one end of the living room,
and the spread was pulled back to show the inviting white crisp
sheets. Anyone who wanted could move in here from the other room
if he tired of the soft furry rug on the floor or the big sofas
along the walls and in front of the fireplace.
Robin's heart was pounding with excitement. They were all so
casual about the party. She had scarcely been able to eat or
sleep for three days because of thinking about it. Their father
hadn't come back to the cabin, and with the boys forcing them to
keep their discreet distance, Robin had grown sexy from waiting.
She dreamed, day and night, asleep and awake, about the hour she
had spent with her father on the pontoon boat. She closed her
eyes and imagined she could feel his lips on her tits, his cock
sliding up between her legs--the tremendous pressure when it hit
her hymen and the flood of pain and relief when it finally broke
through. Yet Jodi assured her that the sex she would have tonight
with her brothers and Jack Collins would thrill her equally if not
more. It was hard to believe, but now she was here. She wished
they would start, but she didn't have the nerve to say anything.
The boys and Francie seemed more interested in drinking beer.
She watched Francie. It was hard to believe she was only
thirteen, not sixteen as she had told them. She was so well
developed, already built like a woman. Robin sighed and wondered
when her figure would form and if it would be as nice as the other
girl's.
Francie giggled and tossed an empty beer can aside. She got
to her feet from the rug where they were all sitting and lurched
to the radio, turning the dial until she found a station with a
good-beat song. Then, grinning, she turned and began to dance.
"Watch this," Francie said with a laugh. "I'm practicing to
be a stripper when I grow up!"
She began to sway to the music, wiggling her hips, bending
her knees slightly, then bumping up with her crotch thrust
forward. She looked at the others through half-closed eyes as she
continued the dance. At first it looked silly, like a dumb kid
game. But then something changed. Subtly, Francie became a woman
dancing. Her body swayed and moved with the music; her hands
traced sensuous paths to outline her body. The boys were
fascinated and couldn't look away from her. They smiled and
watched her over the rims of the beer cans.
Francie moved her open palms along the sides of her rib cage,
fingers spread and seeming to grab for the peaks of her tits.
Very slowly, the hands moved under the full domes of ripe woman-
flesh, cupped them, lifted. It was obvious that she wore no bra,
and the hard pips of her nipples veed the cloth of the shirt.
They seemed to grow larger and harder as they watched.
Still dancing, Francie moved her hands to her waist, over her
hips. The fingers were splayed wide and pressing into the taut
white cloth of the girl's shorts. Her hips were never still,
swaying, bending, jutting. The fingers crept toward her crotch.
"Hey, hey!" Drew yelled and clapped his hands.
"Take it off," Jack said with a grin. "Take it off!"
Even the two girls had to smile at the dancer. She was
exciting everybody. In exaggerated slow motion, Francie caught
the bottom hem of her shirt in her fingers and began to inch the
cloth upward. The boys whistled and banged the beer cans. The
music got faster, and Francie moved faster in time with it, except
for the painstakingly slow movement of her hands skimming the
blouse. After what seemed like a very long time, the bottom rims
of her tits began to show. They swayed with hidden promise,
bounced with the twisting, gyrating dance. Then she tugged at the
cloth again and it snaked over the peaks of her boobs, exposing
the colored highlights of the peaks. The shirt caught on the
jutting nipples and seemed to stop, then skimmed up again. The
full beauty of the spheres came into view. The jogging, jiggling
tits seemed to rotate in circles as well as bounce up and down,
and none of the boys could take his eyes from them.
Francie pulled the blouse over her shoulders and head. For a
few seconds, her face was covered by the red cloth as she
continued the swaying dance that made her body move so sensuously.
The blouse finally came free of her head and she held it at arm's
length for an instant before she tossed it to a chair at the side
of the room. Francie danced lightly in circles a few times,
letting her breasts swing out with the force of her spinning.
When she stopped, the twin mountains of golden flesh with the rosy
peaks bounced to a stop. Francie's hands went to the shorts and
she began the same slow-motion removal of them, pushing downward,
rolling the cloth, pausing, inching more naked flesh into sight.
The flat belly gleamed like burnished gold. The top edge of her
triangle of pubic hair a darker line of glittering golden fleece
which slowly grew thicker and narrowed to a tempting V. All three
boys were leaning forward now, intent on watching and viewing all
they could.
At the side of the room, Robin and Jodi were getting
impatient. They had come here to have fun of their own, not just
to watch Francie perform. Robin glanced at her sister, and with
unspoken agreement, the two sisters began to take off their own
shorts and shirts. Let Francie get the boys excited, that was
okay. As long as the two of them could get into the action
quickly. Jodi nudged her sister and pointed at Kevin's crotch.
Robin saw the obvious hard-on forming under the taut cloth of her
brother's slacks. His cock was bulging and straining against the
seams of the pants. Robin licked her lips and felt the quick ooze
of wetness between her thighs. Seeing Kevin's hard-on quickened
the excitement that had begun with Francie's dance. Robin quickly
got off her shorts and shirt. She bent over and yanked off the
tennis shoes. Stark-naked, she stood watching her brother and
breathing very hard. It was like the night before, even more
thrilling, because there was no doubt about her getting what she
wanted. Robin moved up behind her brother and sat beside him, her
hand on his thigh.
Kevin barely glanced at her. Francie's dance had become a
visual lust. Her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily.
Her hands were roaming all over her body, touching, exposing. She
bent forward, turning her ass toward her audience. Her hands
crept between her legs, fingers feeling erotic places. She leaned
farther down, and her huge tits swayed along her arms. The room
was filled with the music and the sound of the girl's harsh
breathing.
Kevin gaped and his own breath was a strangled sound in his
throat. Robin looked at him, then moved her hand along his thigh
and to his crotch. Her fingers curled over the high mound of
turgid flesh, grasping its solid length and trying to free it from
its prison of cloth. Kevin moaned softly. Robin smiled and used
her other hand to work down the zipper of his pants, then inserted
her hand inside the opening. Kevin's body was warm and hairy. It
was Robin's turn to gasp. He felt so big. She had the end of his
prick in her hand now, and it was pushing hard against her palm.
She forgot about the girl who was dancing. She forgot everything
but the wonder of the thing she held. She undid the pants the
rest of the way and laid open the trousers.
The cock was so incredibly long. It was thick and hard, but
the foreskin was still covering the head, a tight noose of skin
closed over the large bulge. Robin stared. Her throat was very
dry for a moment, then suddenly her saliva began to flow as though
she were viewing a tempting ice-cream cone on a hot day. Her
mouth was watering for this cone ... She bent her head and took
the cock to her lips. Warm ... smooth ... silky ... hard ... She
pressed her mouth around it, felt the quick surge of the head.
The foreskin slid with her pressing lips and the blood-filled tip
of the organ shot from the trap of skin and onto Robin's tongue.
She moaned, sighed and began to suck him.
Kevin felt the new delight but was not instantly aware of
what was happening. He was too enthralled watching Francie's
dance, his mind translated physical touch at his crotch to the
same image. Francie was naked now, and she lowered her body
backward into a deep bend. Her legs were apart, feet wide to
balance her. She had turned to face the boys now, and her golden
crotch was a gleaming, flittering morsel before them. Her crotch
was spread wide, the red lips clearly visible, a dark shadow
between them hinting at the canyon of her womanhood beyond. All
three boys were entranced with the sight. They could actually see
her cunt juice dribble and wet her body.
Jack moved first. He crawled forward, almost falling to his
hands and knees from his cross-legged sitting position. He moved
between Francie's legs and pressed his face to her crotch. He
began to lick and suck at his sister's cunt with a desperate and
wild fury. While he did, he fumbled with his jeans, unsnapping
them and trying to get them off without stopping his love-licking
at her pussy.
Francie moaned, teetered slightly, then regained her balance.
She was gasping air into her tortured lungs. She was very hot.
She had fanned her own flames of desire with the dance she had
done. Now, Jack was eating her cunt--and she was going crazy!
Watching all of them, Jodi felt the pressures rise in her
belly. She followed her sister's lead and crossed behind her
other brother, Drew. She knelt in back of him, reached forward
and found his zippered fly. She had it undone in a second, and
her hands were hot and groping at his naked cock. He turned,
grinned at her, moved back and dragged her to the floor with him.
He got her turned so they were in the sixty-nine position, and he
shoved his cock toward her face as he spread her legs to accept
his tongue. In moments they were lost in the ecstasy of each
other's love juices. Jodi felt her passion grow and her body
tighten. Ohhhhh, he was so good! His tongue speared deep into
her cunt, rimmed the entire thick gateway opening, tickling her
clitoris and sending shivers of pleasure through her. She was
very hot now ... very hot ... Then, quite suddenly and without
warning, she came. The huge wave of erupting orgasm sprayed
through her and touched every inch of her body, yet her mouth
never broke its sucking beat on the delightful, hard cock. It was
as though the driving force in her mouth were the trigger for the
jolting shock in her belly.
Drew felt the quick spurt of her juices and he gulped quickly
to catch them all with his lapping tongue. The little bitch had
come! The idea delighted him. She was something, this kid sister
of his. He licked the smooth mound surrounding her cunt. God,
she was tasty and sweet! He lifted her leg higher, pressed his
face between her thin thighs, running his tongue deep in the
crevice of her buttocks. She whimpered but kept right on cock-
sucking. Drew felt the hard pressure building in his balls. His
tongue found the tiny tight pucker of her asshole and probed at
it. She made a small sound then, and her body quivered in his
grip. He forced his tongue to her asshole again, rimming it as
hard as he could and trying to dig into the tight rosebud. Her
thighs clamped on his head like a vise. For a second, his breath
was cut off as his nose and mouth crammed against her young,
fleshy rump. Then he grinned and shoved his tongue harder ...
hard enough to force it slightly into the sphincter. Jodi moaned
and almost sank her teeth into his cock.
With effort, he pulled away and turned her body. He raised
her to her knees, grabbed a pillow from the couch and stuffed it
under her upended belly. Then he leaned over and told her what he
was going to do.
"I'm gonna fuck your asshole, baby!"
Jodi could scarcely believe her ears. She felt her brother's
hot breath on her neck as he whispered the words to her. Then he
was backing up, his hands were pulling her buttocks apart, his
cock was pressing hard against the tight muscle of her asshole.
She took a deep breath and felt the instant insertion of the hot
tip of his big prick in her tight hole. She opened her mouth to
cry out, but he pushed harder, and she sucked air deeply again.
His cock forced its way inside her body.
That night Kevin had said something about her being fucked in
the asshole. She recalled the words now, but she had never given
it any more thought ... until now ... My god ... he was in her
asshole! He was so hard and so long, shoving and pushing into her
... she felt the hard pressure force her organs aside, probe a new
path of lust. Her uterus seemed impaled on the spearing end of
the flaming cock. She was so hot she could barely breathe. Her
breath was a tight ring of fire in her throat. Drew fucked in and
out gently in the hot, hugging tunnel.
He felt his own need reach explosion level. He grunted, and
pushed deep into the tight pit ... exploded with a force that
surprised both of them.
"Aaaaggghhh!"
Jodi felt it, and it set off her own second climax. The
rushing tide of lava that spurted from her brother's cock filled
her asshole, but her uterus responded as though the cock were in
her cunt. The orgasm made her moan and cry with delight.
"Yeesss ... oohhh ... aaaaahhhhhh!!"
Kevin had become aware of his sister at his side, her mouth
on his fucking prick. He was so damned hot from all he'd seen and
all the loving the kid had been lavishing on him, that he was
ready to come. He grabbed Robin and was delighted to discover she
was stark-naked. With a grin, he pulled her around and onto his
lap, cunt down and onto his jutting cock. Her eyes opened wide
with shock and pleasure as he sank his swollen, throbbing prick
into the pit of her child cunt. God! She was tight and hot and
wet ... just like Jodi when he had taken her in the boat ... but
there was no cherry to pop. He didn't care ... she was still hot
stuff. He slammed her the rest of the way down and his cock
buried itself in her pussy. He felt her smooth pubic mound
against his crotch hair, felt his balls slap on her young round
ass. He grabbed her hips and began to bounce her up and down on
him, skewering the swollen prick deep into her cunt with each
thrust. She liked it. He could see the wild passion building in
her eyes. She liked it very much ... and her hot little twat was
going to send him off in a second ...
Robin felt the hard stab of the column of flesh as it plunged
into cunt. It hit the farthest reaches of her tiny cunt, poked
against the thick muscle wall, pushed it out of shape. He pounded
her onto his shaft again, and this time she felt the sting of
erotic pain as the inner muscle leading to her uterus was forced
open by the cock-tip. It set her on fire, erupting her passion in
a moment of furious lust.
"I--I'mmmm cooommiinngg!" She no longer needed his hands to
guide her hips. She slammed her body to him, forcing him far into
her cunt, forcing the power of her clutching cunt to suck out his
orgasm. He gasped and bit his lip.
"Oooowwww, babbyyy, ride it! I'm coommiinngg tooo!" He felt
the quick lashing thrust of his ejaculation as it spewed into her.
Francie had not been able to stand the mounting pressure of
her lust and she had collapsed to the floor and grabbed for her
brother. His hot, lapping tongue had excited her beyond reason
and now she wanted fulfillment. He had gotten his pants off and
now she quickly helped him discard his T-shirt. She grabbed his
cock then, bending over him. She dragged her tits over his belly
and sex organs, was rewarded with the quick completion of his
erection. She grabbed her own tits, laid the hard cock between
them, squeezed them together. She could feel the heavy pulse of
his body beating in time with her own.
"Christ, Francie--lie back!"
She did as he wanted, but pulled him with her, holding the
cock and immediately putting it between her tits again. He
straddled her waist and let his balls hang lightly to her belly.
The touch seemed to burn both of them. Francie craned her neck
and tried to touch her tongue to the gleaming red tip of the
organ. He helped her by shoving forward. But it only excited
them more. She took his cock in her mouth then, sucking it hard
and fast with greedy, eager motions. In moments he knew he had to
have his sister's cunt. He was too hot not to and she was too hot
to deny him.
He inserted his throbbing, heavy prick in her cunt in a
quick, accomplished motion. Instantly, their bodies came together
in pursuit of the hot need they both felt. He watched her
bouncing tits continue the dance she had started earlier, but he
kept his own rhythm in her body. She was good ... damned good ...
a hell of a lot of cunt, wild and wet ... hot and hurrying yeah
...
"Here it comes, Sister ..."
"Give it to me, Brother ... I want all you've got! Fuck me
... FUCK ME!"
They met in mutual orgasm then, heady, huge waves that
engulfed their youthful bodies and drained their lust. They
fucked hard and furiously until they knew they had both given and
taken each other to the fullest. When Jack finally stopped and
fell across his sister's naked body in temporary exhaustion, the
room was quiet.
A moment later the six kids looked at each other. They had
moved into a quick, natural kind of loving lust, and each had
gotten the first fun of the evening. The first climaxes had taken
the desperate edges of need off, or at least slightly dulled them,
and now they could settle back and move at a more leisurely pace.
Jack grinned at them. " 'Bout time for a beer; what do you
say?"
"I'll drink to that!" Drew said, slapping Jodi's little ass.
"And bring a Coke for my friend here--she's too young to drink!"
They all laughed then, and Jack padded naked and barefoot to
the kitchen for the cold drinks.
Chapter 17
Late Saturday afternoon Stan Hawley drove back up to the lake
cabin. He'd spent four days alone in the city house, thinking and
sweating out his problem. He had left that morning before Robin
was up so he wouldn't have to face her, look at her after what he
had done the night before.
In the four days of hard thinking, Stan had come to several
conclusions. First, he had thoroughly enjoyed the sex session
with his ten-year-old daughter. The first guilt and remorse gave
way to analysis and rationalization. He had decided that it was a
natural attraction. He loved the child, and when she came to him
that way, his instincts had turned his love to natural desire. He
had wanted her and he had taken her. He no longer felt guilty
about it. He could not change what had happened. He didn't want
to. He would cherish the memory of that night for a hell of a
long time to come.
But he had come to another conclusion and decision. He
couldn't let it happen again. He couldn't fuck his own daughter
again--no matter how much he wanted to. And he had to tell her.
He had to make it clear to her that she could not try to get him
alone, could not try for a repeat of the actions of that night on
the boat. She wouldn't like it, he knew, but it had to be done.
She would have to wait until she grew up and then find her own man
...
The thing that surprised Stan Hawley most was how readily
Robin agreed when he stated his case that night. She smiled at
him and said, "Okay, Daddy. I understand. Is it okay if I go for
a boat ride with Kevin and Drew and Jodi now?"
"Sure ..." He watched his child run down the bank and climb
into the speedboat where her sister and brothers were already
waiting for her. The boat sped off, leaving a trail of whitewater
behind it. Stan Hawley shook his head and marveled at the
resiliency of youth.
The End
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