DaddyJ's Notes: I found this story very well written and one that stays in the annals of my perverted mind. If you do not like stories that depict adult males and teenage females in sexual play, don't read any farther. If you do, please read on, you will enjoy it immensely. If you cannot control your urges to engage in sex with a teenager, please seek immediate professional help. DaddyJ

Chained Cheerleader Chapters 1-4
Authors name: Mark Carver (Anonymous)
Story title : Chained Cheerleader

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Chained Cheerleader (M+f-teen, ff, bond, inc, slut)
By Mark Carver
First published by "TheEditor"

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Chapter 1

The biggest problem Phil Jenkins faced in running the Del Mar Theater in the small coastal town of Pacific Gardens, population 16,523, was not the attendance. In spite of the local drive-in, the only movie house in town did a packed business every night.

Phil's problem was not outraged parents, either. The Del Mar showed only wholesome family entertainment, and tonight featured a Clint Eastwood Western and a Walt Disney frolic, which always packed them in.

The real problem Phil Jenkins faced at the age of forty-two was hot, innocent and eager young pussy. Like the gum-chewing angel now facing him across his desk in his private office in the Del Mar.

"I know there aren't any openings for usherettes right now, Mr. Jenkins," Sally sighed, her tits surprisingly ripe for her age. "What I mean is, I wanna be put on the waiting list. Ginny is gonna be married next month, right? And you're gonna need someone to take her place, right?"

Phil swallowed hard and nodded, his huge cock straining fiercely at his pants. It would take a saint to resist getting the biggest hard-on of his life while gazing at Sally's small wet mouth, which she licked repeatedly. Although the little blonde had the face of an angel and the body of a sex-goddess in the making -- give her two more years and boys would shoot off in their pants just gaping at her -- Sally's reputation, even for a hick town like Pacific Gardens, was notorious.

It was common knowledge that Sally went down on the entire school football team when they won the county championship last month. Phil's son, Don, had told him that, the kid grinning broadly as he admitted Sally gave a terrific blowjob. And she fucked like a mink in heat.

If it was hell to be called the town nympho at her tender age, Sally was totally unaware of it. She was, in fact, proud of her wild reputation. Her mother was a divorcee, who also fucked like a mad dog in heat, rumor had it. Her mother didn't give a damn what Sally did with her cute ass as long as she got passing grades in school.

The trouble with living in a small town was that everyone knew everyone else's business, if not today, then tomorrow for certain. Phil Jenkins was acutely aware of this as he faced the hot-titted little blonde in his office this night, at a little after nine p.m.

If Phil succumbed to temptation and rammed his massive prick up Sally's juicy little cunt, it would be flashed around town before the sun's rays met the shimmering Pacific on the edge of town tomorrow morning.

At forty-two, Phil was in superb physical shape, lean, still powerfully muscled, ruggedly good-looking, and hung like an angry bull. He had long ago made it a firm rule never to touch the local jail-bait, largely out of fear of parental retaliation. What the hell, he had plenty of ass on the side, mainly neighbors' wives. He also got a working girl or two occasionally, usually in their early twenties.

While Pacific Gardens was not Peyton Place, it had its full share of swapping and adultery. But Phil prided himself on being a strong family man. Sure, he got his quota of hot pussy on the side, but he was still justifiably proud of his beautiful wife, his handsome son, and above all, his gorgeous teenage daughter, whom he was convinced was still cherry. A good girl, Cindy, the apple of his eye. There was just one problem.

Lately Phil had been tormented by feverishly obscene fantasies about his lovely daughter, not just fucking her -- if it were only that, he could sleep more peacefully at night -- but doing every conceivable lewd act with her ripe, tawny young body, from eating her golden thighs like a starving beast to raping her luscious ass to fucking her sensuous mouth.

For a start.

And now as Phil faced gum-chewing, shining-eyed young Sally Owens, just a year younger than his own hotly sexy daughter, Phil realized there was a strong similarity between the two girls. Only physically, of course, because his daughter was a virgin, not a town tramp.

What harm would there be in breaking his firm rule just this one time? He could plow his urgently pounding prick savagely into Sally's young cunt, and pretend it was Cindy. He might even eat her luscious little pussy, too, although the thought that half the boys in town had shot their wads there made the idea unappetizing.

And as Sally faced Phil, she sensed his rising lust like a fox sniffing a nearby meal. Not exactly over-endowed with brains, Sally nevertheless could tell at once when a boy or a man found her sexy, and could always tell when they had a tremendous hard-on, even though she couldn't see Phil's behind his desk. Little giveaway signs, like a flushed face, and constantly shifting his ass in his seat to ease the discomfort of his madly throbbing cock, and the way that vein pounded in his forehead, like he was going to burst a blood vessel if he didn't get his rocks off soon.

Because Sally had a simple mind, trapped for life in a lushly curved body, she had only one burning goal right now: To get a job at the Del Mar. The fringe benefits were terrific in a hick town like this. You could let your friends in free, and Sally had more boyfriends than she could count on her pocket calculator. You could see all the movies free, eat all the popcorn and candy you could steal, and in addition to your salary, you got whatever cash you could steal when you worked the candy counter or the box office.

It was also glaringly obvious to Sally that the fastest, simplest way to persuade Mr. Jenkins to hire her was to trade her hot, eager young mouth and juicy cunt for a job. After all, she'd fucked almost every boy in school for nothing, or for the price of a movie and a pizza and a few beers and some grass, so it seemed like more than a fair trade to the hot young swinger.

But Sally's problem was also obvious.

Mr. Jenkins wanted her all right, so badly in fact his eyes were bulging and he was practically jerking off behind his desk. But he was afraid, because he was a married man and he thought his wife or his kids would find out. Sally hastened to reassure him in her own direct way.

She got out of her chair and went around the desk, and simply sat on Jenkins' lap. She blinked her wide green eyes up at him innocently, but the way Sally squirmed her hot plump asscheeks into his pounding hard-on was not typical of naive adolescents.

Then she put her arms around his neck.

"I like you, Mr. Jenkins," she said girlishly, grinding her ass lewdly into his immense hard prick. "Like a daughter, I mean. I don't have a father," she added softly. "I mean, a girl like me needs a lot of affection, Mr. Jenkins. You've got a daughter about my age, huh? I know Cindy and I like her a lot," Sally hurried on, wondering if he was going to explode his burning jism in his pants. He was sweating profusely now, holding himself back with an effort.

At that point Jenkins was trying desperately to argue himself out of fucking Sally Owens. He was a solid businessman in this town, well-known, respected, the owner of the local movie house, the provider for a fine, handsome family. It was one thing to get your action from other neighbors' willing wives and, once in a while, a horny secretary or bank teller. But it was a pussy of a different color to screw around with a mere child.

Even if she was a nympho. And one of the hottest, sexiest little girls he'd ever seen. With an ass so silky and ripe through her jeans, he knew he had to ram her there, after he had fucked her sultry little mouth and luscious pussy.

With child-like directness, Sally decided to get to the point at once.

"Gee, I'd love to go down on you," Sally whispered in his ear. "It feels like a monster! I'd just love to suck off a real man for a change, Mr. Jenkins ... mmmmm! That feels so big and hot ... oooooh..."

Hearing the obscene words purr out of that child-like mouth burst the last of Jenkins' precarious control. He grabbed her heaving tits through her thin T-shirt and squeezed, his breath coming in rasps as Sally made lewd fucking motions with her succulent ass.

"It'll be our secret, honest, Mr. Jenkins," Sally whispered, reaching down between her legs for his huge prick. "I'll never tell a soul, you don't have to worry! And you can have it any time you want, Mr. Jenkins, even if I'm working out there." She gestured to the lobby outside his office, where the booming voices from the movie could be heard. "All you gotta do is call me in your office, and I'll do anything you want, anything ..."

With the deft movements of a swinger far beyond her years, Sally had unzipped his fly while she talked and she now uncoiled his long, quivering rod. The blonde sucked in her breath. God, that was a giant!

Sally quickly climbed off his lap and in one swift movement whipped off her T-shirt. Her plump tits sprang forth, their dusky nipples fat with excitement. Then she stripped her jeans off, and for a minute just stood before Jenkins stark naked, her tawny flesh luminous with pure sex, her curly nest of cunt- hairs glistening with her juices. With lewd cunning, Sally cupped her tits in her fingers and rotated them, licking her lips at the stunned theater owner.

In a grown woman, the lusty gestures might have been ridiculous, a satire on a porno movie. On a plump-titted, ripe- assed, golden-skinned young teenager, the teasing ritual was so tremendously exciting Jenkins felt his cock leap, and a huge drop of cream oozed out of his crimson knob.

"Want me to take your pants off?" Sally whispered, her eyes gleaming on his massive cock.

At last Jenkins spoke. "I'll do it, Sally," he said in a hoarse croak. He stood up, talking while he stripped naked.

"Listen, honey, you can start work here tomorrow night, but, goddammit, one word of this and I'll be ruined! Understand? I've got enemies in this town, business rivals, and if they ever found out I screwed a young girl, it'll be my ass, my dick and my balls -- got it?"

Sally nodded quickly, flushed with triumph. She was already letting in hordes of her boyfriends free, gorging herself with free candy and popcorn and pilfering from the cash register.

What really bothered Jenkins as he stripped was not so much the fear of exposure with Sally. It was his violent, maddening hunger for his own luscious daughter, and once he got into a tight, juicy young cunt like Sally's, he'd be hooked on tender young pussy like a drug.

And wouldn't be satisfied until he gave into every bizarre urge with his own sexy daughter.

But as Jenkins drank in Sally's ripe tits and softly rounded belly and plump, hot thighs, the entire police force of Pacific Gardens couldn't have torn him loose if they marched into his office right now with riot guns.

Now Sally practically pushed him back into his desk chair, and in the next movement dropped to her knees between his hairy thighs. She seized his throbbing meat in her tight fist and guided her lips onto it, moaning deep in her throat. And then began the blowjob of Jenkins' life, a work of savage art that made every other blowjob he'd had seem like stale pussy in comparison. Even his own wife, no slouch when it came to sucking him off, couldn't match the fire and eagerness and sheer ravenous greed of the teenager's boiling mouth.

Sally didn't just suck a man off. She used her imagination to its wanton hilt, ripping her teeth gently across the surface of his long prick to make him gasp in surprise, flicking her wet tongue across his knob like a lusty whip, jerking his cock in her fist all the while to coax his jism, nibbling, sucking, kissing, lapping, stinging Jenkins' meat with every fiber of her sexy young flesh.

"Oh Christ, oh shit, oh wow, Sally!" groaned Jenkins, dazed at the burning assault. She used her fiery lips and tongue like a silken mad cunt on his rod, bobbing and waving her head to roll his cock around her mouth. Jenkins held her head in a tight grip, but it wasn't necessary to lunge with his hips. She was doing virtually all the work, and it was a pure labor of love for the hot little nympho.

Sally was a born cocksucker who discovered her natural gift four years earlier, when she greedily went down on one of her mother's boyfriends while her mother was out getting more liquor. From the moment the man shot off in her mouth, making her gag with his salty flood, Sally was hooked for eternity on oral sex.

She lost her cherry a year later to the next-door neighbor, who also happened to be fucking Sally's mother, along with half the men in the block. And from that moment on, it seemed that the budding blonde's entire life revolved around having something huge and hot in either her mouth, her pulsing pussy or her tingling asshole.

She'd lost that cherry the same year, to still another neighbor.

And when Sally went down on a man, she did it with the concentration of total genius. Her mind simply ceased to function, because her entire being was riveted to the thick, gorging meat filling her aching mouth.

Staring down at the young blonde in astonishment, Jenkins felt his jism beginning to boil up in a tight knot in his loins. What an incredible little cocksucker! He had the shocking sensation he'd plugged his dick into an electric socket as Sally moaned and sucked and jerked on his brick-hard rod, intent only on getting Jenkins' rocks off.

The youngest pussy Jenkins had ever had in his life was his own wife, at sixteen. And while she was wild and eager and juicy, she didn't have the mad animal passion of Sally Owens, or the wanton skill, or the feverish, obscene joy of the moaning blonde.

And even as Sally slid her ripe lips back and forth furiously on his cock, Jenkins wondered if the lust-crazed nympho had ever made it with another girl, and the depraved image of the naked little blonde going down on his own daughter, Cindy, flashed in his mind, and Jenkins groaned and held onto Sally's head tightly as his cum began to spurt in fierce torrents into her throat.

A muffled scream of happiness erupted in Sally's mouth as the boiling jism gushed out at violent intervals. She gulped rapidly and expertly, milking his cock furiously in her hot fist, feeling that strange tremor, like a climax, race through her lips and tongue and throat.

When there were only a few drops left to suck up, she quickly withdrew her lips and held his prick upright in her fist and darted her pink tongue out to scoop up each molten drop in a slow, lascivious ritual that brought a sharp gasp from Jenkins' lips.

"Oh, shit, Sally, you're a hot, loving angel!" Jenkins groaned, lifting her up by her armpits and placing her on his lap, facing him. She put her arms around his neck, exactly the way his daughter used to when she was younger, to cuddle innocently, but Sally rubbed her burning tits feverishly into his chest and undulated her dripping cunt on his limp rod.

"That was wild," Sally sighed, hugging his soft cock in her fingers, pressing it to her throbbing crotch. "Can I smoke a cigarette now, Mr. Jenkins?"

"Call me Phil," he grinned, reaching beyond her to get a cigarette from his pack. He lit it and handed it to her, watching her inhale childishly. He felt his dick begin to stiffen sharply beneath her squirming, luscious pussy and hot stroking fingers.

Squeezing her silky moist tits in his fingers, Jenkins realized he was now suddenly and thoroughly hooked on the little nympho. With that realization also came the sharp knowledge that he could have her any time and anywhere. She was so young and naive she thought being an usherette at the Del Mar was glamorous, for Christ's sake, because she got to wear a flashy red uniform and let her friends in free. He knew she'd pilfer as much candy and popcorn and petty cash as she could get away with and the thought amused him.

She'd steal maybe two-bucks' worth of popcorn and candy a night, let five or six friends in free, and pilfer perhaps four or five dollars a night.

And she'd just given him a blowjob worth a million dollars in wild satisfaction, the hottest, most lascivious, hungriest blowjob of his entire life!

He didn't tell Sally he'd have to fire someone else to make room for her, but that was no problem. The brunette who was getting married next month could go. Shit, he'd fire them all if he had to, to make room for this juicy little mink!

"Mmmmmmm," Sally purred, feeling his prick get hot and stiff against her eager cuntlips, "you're gonna spoil me, Mr. Jenkins! Boys don't have cocks like this. A lot of men in this town don't either!"

"Call me Phil," he reminded her, wondering which men she'd fucked. Just in case it might pay to have knowledge like that. Although Jenkins was well-liked by most of the businessmen in town, he had about a half-dozen enemies, mostly men whose wives he'd fucked.

Fuck them, he thought dryly, that was their problem. If a man couldn't keep his wife satisfied in bed, she had a right to seek action elsewhere.

Take his own sexy wife, for example. Jenkins trusted his voluptuous wife to the hilt. And why not? He kept her serviced regularly, and over the years her demands had lessened. She was, after all, the perfect wife and mother, content, glowing with happiness, proud of her handsome family.

If Jenkins knew the truth at that moment as the luscious, naked teenage nympho moaned hotly on his lap and began guiding his thick, fleshy cock deep inside her sucking pussy, his erection would have toppled over like a drunken soldier.

His wife was indeed content, sexy, and glowing with happiness. But it had very little to do with her husband.

It had everything to do with a ravishing young nurse she'd met one month before.

As well as the nurse's boyfriend ...

Chapter 2

Jenkins clutched Sally's ripe, throbbing tits in his fingers and gasped as the girl began to work her fiery cunt with wanton power. She slid up and down on his massive dick very slowly, dreamily, ooooh's and aaaah's and mmmmm's crooning in her throat. She was fantastically tight and slippery and hot, easing more of his long prick into her slit by gradual degrees, grinding her sweating ass lewdly on his hairy thighs each time she eased down.

"Hey, Daddy!" she sobbed. "it's wiiild! Jeez, I love a big hot prick! Aaaah, yessss, unnnnf!"

Again as Jenkins stared at her smooth, angelic face he marveled at what a terrific fuck she was at her age. If she was this passionate and sensuous and eager at her tender age, what would she be like five years? She reeked with animal sex now, beads of sweat dotting her golden skin, her hot lush tits heaving faster, her boiling cunt starting to gush honey in a flood of rising lust all over his cock.

She was barely a girl but, Christ, did she know how to work her wild pussy!

Now Sally was gently swinging her hips back and forth so that his burning cock rubbed mad thrills against her cunt walls, one hand reaching down behind her to tickle his balls while she rode his rod. Then the moaning blonde suddenly switched to a side-to-side motion, gripping more of his dick in her hotly sucking slit.

And with raw desire, Jenkins was craning his neck down to suck on one of her satiny tits, his blood pounding and singing with excitement. His own daughter couldn't possibly be as wild and wanton a piece of ass as Sally, being a cherry, and in all truth she wasn't as sexy in an animal way, but Cindy was lovelier, more delicate, sexy in an almost spiritual way.

Screwing Cindy would be like screwing an angel of love.

But the madly moaning, feverishly panting blonde on his lap was an angel of pure lust, born to suck and fuck and tease and excite and thrill. Now Jenkins clutched her ripe ass in his fingers and deliberately tickled her asshole to see her response.

Sally went into a frenzy.

"Daddy, stick your finger up there! Hurry! Oooooh! Wiggle it around, oh wow, yesss, mmm, shit, love it! Agh!"

And in the next moment Jenkins felt as if he were trying to hold a crazed animal on his lap. Sally was abruptly whipping her burning cunt up and down on his rod in a fever of excitement, clawing his bare back with her sharp nails, sinking her teeth into his shoulder, her cunt-honey streaming like wet fire onto his groin.

When Sally started coming, she didn't play around.

Originally, the naked blonde planned to leisurely ride his huge cock in a slow journey of lust, milking all the pleasure she could out of the position first. Since she was on top, she had total control over her own thrills. And the teenager wasn't used to enormous pricks like the theater owner's, getting most of her action with schoolboys.

But the instant he'd touched her sensitive asshole, Sally began to explode with raw passion. The first time she'd been raped in her tender ass, she thought she'd die of pure agony. But then, as she grew accustomed to the blazing mass of meat in her narrow asshole, the searing pressure sparked strange thrills in her bowels, spreading rapidly outward to her seething loins.

And then she'd learned to crave it, able to climax madly with a stiff cock up her tawny ass. There was very little in the world of obscene pleasure that Sally hadn't experienced. With men, that is.

As far as other girls were concerned, Sally was still a cherry. She was so obsessed with cocks, the thought simply never occurred to her that she might enjoy sex with other girls, that pussies could be as enjoyable -- and even more delicious -- than pricks.

But her day of awakening wasn't very far off ...

Ramming a finger deep into her churning asshole and wriggling it as Sally pumped her frantic hot slit lustfully on his rod, Jenkins groaned with intense excitement. Her juicy little cunt was beginning to suck at his cock like a ferocious suction pump, and her silky tits and sharp teeth and lush ass seemed to be everywhere at once, sweating, jerking, rubbing, craving his hot jism with urgency.

Now Jenkins was gritting his teeth and holding his breath as Sally's wild pussy thrashed to a maddening rhythm, gushing her excited juices over his prick like a boiling spray, and the next moment his loins exploded. Hot spurts of cum spattered deep into the girl's frenzied slit, and Sally crushed her tits to his face and went into spasms of lewd bliss, a clawing, wild-eyed mass of velvet fire.

Slowly, her twitching cunt relaxed, but the blonde continued to shudder and moan on his lap, hugging his soft rod fiercely in her tight pussy.

"Hey, I liked that!" Sally whispered, flicking her tongue-tip in his ear. "How was I, okay, Mr. Jenkins?"

He sighed. No matter how many times he told her Phil, she was going to call him that, because he was her boss now. What the hell, he didn't mind. In fact he loved it when she called him Daddy in the throes of excitement -- knowing whose luscious cunt and ripe ass he really craved.

"You were terrific, Sally," he groaned as she clamped her dripping slit powerfully on his limp cock. "Tell me something, honey -- did you ever make it with another girl?"

She suddenly stiffened and stared at him directly, her lustrous green eyes filled with scorn. "Hell, no! What do you think I am, Mr. Jenkins? I don't go in for that weird stuff! I might be a little cock-crazy, but I draw the line right there."

"I just wondered, that's all," Jenkins said casually as the blonde climbed off his lap. She got a Kleenex from his desk-top and fastidiously dabbed at her pussy, a mere child, he realized with a shock, but with enough fervent passion to shame most hungry women.

Then Sally frowned, as if thinking of something for the first time. She looked into Jenkins' eyes.

"Um, who did you have in mind?" she asked curiously. "I mean, I don't do things like that, but, you know, I might just try it once, for kicks, just to see what it's like. They say you never know until you try. Now if it's some old hag, forget it! But if it's a really good-looking girl, sexy, you know, I might just think about it ..."

Jenkins licked his lips, not having the nerve to mention his daughter's name. If that story ever got out!

"Just a very pretty girl I know," he said hoarsely, staring at Sally's plump, silky asscheeks. "A young girl, like you."

"Like Cindy," she grinned, her eyes cunning with knowledge. It wasn't hard to see what was on his mind. Hell, Cindy was beautiful, but everyone knew she was a Miss Goody-Goody, thought her little pussy was plated with gold it was so precious.

His face turned beet-red and he averted his eyes. Goddamn the smart little bitch! How could she be so sharp at her age?

When it came to school exams, Sally could barely make it, largely because all that stuff bored her, having nothing to do with the practical realities of life, like sucking and fucking and eating and movies. But when it came to naked passion, she could tell what went on in most people's minds, especially adults like Mr. Jenkins, who thought they were so cool about it.

Christ, all you had to do was look into their eyes when they talked in circles like that. The theater owner was a mirror, for all practical purposes. Sally felt his wild excitement when she'd called him Daddy, felt his big prick leap and quiver inside her like a rocket taking off.

Besides, she had a hunch most men wanted to fuck their daughters anyway, especially if they were sweet and sexy, like Cindy. Sally was very cynical for her age but she saw nothing wrong with giving men what they wanted -- as long as she got what she wanted in return.

"I wouldn't mind making it with a gorgeous girl like Cindy," she told Jenkins in a soft voice, deliberately turning sideways and tracing a finger up along the crack of her ripely curved asscheeks. That turned him on like a five-hundred-watt bulb! Like most men his age, Sally could tell he was an ass-freak when it came to little girls like herself.

Jenkins gulped, feeling a fresh rush of blood in his raw prick. Cunning little vixen! Christ, she knew how to turn a man on, hook him like a hungry fish!

"But Cindy would never go for it, would she, Mr. Jenkins?"

He reached over and seized Sally's tender asscheeks in his fingers, loving the hot flesh, his cock rising like a flag at dawn. "She might," he whispered. "Not if I suggest it, of course," he added quickly. "But if you sort of, well, come on to her very gently ..."

Now Sally turned her back to Jenkins, stroking her ass lasciviously and bending over, a gesture so obscenely exciting Jenkins was rock-hard for the third time in an hour, something he hadn't been able to do in years.

As wild and wanton and eager as the teenager was, the theater owner still felt awkward with her. How in the hell did you tell a mere child like this that you were dying to see her suck your own daughter off? Or that you desperately wanted to fuck her in her beautiful young ass? But it was the diabolical little nympho who always put it in words, using the precise vulgar terminology that made Jenkins so embarrassed.

"I can handle Cindy," Sally promised, weaving her naked ass so lustfully in front of him now that Jenkins was tempted to kiss it. "Going down on a sexy girl like her doesn't faze me," Sally added with nonchalance. "Can I work the box office too, Mr. Jenkins? And the candy counter sometimes?"

"Anything," Jenkins whispered hoarsely. He tickled her tiny puckered asshole with his fingertip and his prick quivered violently. By now he was so addicted to her juicy young flesh and soft curves, Jenkins would have let her count the night's receipts and make the bank deposit if she'd asked. So she'd steal whatever she could -- so what? Jenkins knew for a statistical fact that seven out of ten people who handled cash stole from the till. Those weren't his figures, they were provided by a national spying service for supermarkets and department stores and businesses like his own.

If anyone was going to pilfer the candy and receipts, it might as well be this lust-inspired, hot-pussied, juicy-assed cock-sucking little angel! She'd steal five bucks and think it was a fortune, while the obscene pleasure Sally gave him was priceless. But he couldn't tell her to just go ahead and take the money -- she had to steal it herself, for that peculiar thrill they always got, like a miniature orgasm.

Now as Jenkins toyed with her luscious ass, his prick pounding and leaping with wild impatience, he searched for the delicate words to tell this adorable nympho he wanted to ravage her succulent rump.

Sensing his hesitation, Sally beat him to the punch again, never one to mince words.

"If you wanna fuck me in the ass, Mr. Jenkins, it'll be easier if I hunch over your desk!"

Again the shock from the way a child like her could so casually toss around phrases that would make the ears of most adults burn. But the way Sally did it, it was not only perfectly natural, it was strangely beautiful ...

Sally quickly positioned herself by bending forward so that her naked tits and forearms rested on his desk-top, while her plump ass jutted out in obscene invitation. She undulated her cheeks in a dance of sensuous lust, her asshole tingling with sharp anticipation.

"Don't worry about hurting me," she moaned. "I love it this way, Mr. Jenkins! Especially with a monster like yours! Just ram it home and park it there! And hurry up, please, 'cause I'm hot! Mmmmm, every inch now, go ahead!"

Standing behind her, Jenkins spread her satiny asscheeks in his hands so that her tiny asshole was fully exposed, helpless and vulnerable between their golden mounds. He placed his blazing knob squarely against her asshole and took a deep breath.

Then he slammed forward in a brutal thrust that caused the girl to cry out in surprise. Jenkins gasped.

"Oooooooh, shit, Sally, that is a ... mmmmmmf! ... hot juicy ass, baby! Ahhhhh, you're so tight and wild ... unnng!"

"Love it like this," Sally panted, sliding her boiling tunnel lustfully back and forth on his long cock. It burned and stung and throbbed inside her squirming bowels, sparking the strange excitement she'd learned to love at the feel of a swollen prick rammed deep up her ass. She could feel his huge knob in the very pit of her stomach, a ball of lewd desire.

Now the blonde began to sob and claw at his desk as Jenkins started fucking her to a savage tempo, groaning and panting with wild excitement, his hands gripping her soft ass-flesh and his head reared back, his prick lunging urgently in her boiling ass.

With her usual direct singleness of purpose, the feverish teenager wriggled and clamped and squeezed her juicy asshole on his rod with only one goal in mind -- to feel his boiling cum spurt deep inside her tender ass.

"Fan ... unnnnng! ... tastic asshole, Sally!" Jenkins gasped, pistoning savagely inside her. Whatever ideas he might have held about prolonging the fiery thrills of her tight burning crack suddenly crumbled beneath the onslaught of her hot thrashing flesh.

Now Sally was in a white heat of lust, pounding her fists on his desk and pumping her gorged asshole madly on his prick, going wild as his first torrent of jism spattered her tingling insides.

"Oh Jeez, it's great!" she raved. "Hot dick up my ass! Ooooooo, yesssss, fuck it harder, faster ... aaaagh!"

Again she gave him the feeling that she was sucking the blood from his veins as her feverish asshole sucked the cream from his loins, whipping it out of his bursting cock in violent spasms, sending fierce thrills tearing through his meat.

And there was no doubt in Jenkins' dazed mind that this was the last of his load, the final spurt in his ball-tingling, cock-ripping orgy with the insatiable teenager. His limp rod felt like chopped liver as he slipped it out of her hot trembling ass, with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Slowly, Sally stood up, her tits heaving with her lingering excitement. The wall clock in his office said ten-thirty, and Sally had a late date with her current steady. A steady to Sally meant that she'd gone with him for three nights now, but she didn't let him interfere with her other action. He was the captain of the high-school football team, hung like a gorilla and with an inexhaustible supply of stamina.

Personally, she preferred older men like Mr. Jenkins, because he at least had brains and his own business, but a girl had to keep her pussy happy, too. And since it took her date almost an hour to get his rocks off, Sally's endlessly throbbing pussy would sleep happily tonight. Along with her sultry, tingling mouth, and her hotly glowing asshole.

They dressed, while Jenkins explained her job to her. She would rotate positions from the box office to the candy counter to the theater itself, until she learned all three routines. No smoking in the auditorium itself, although the kids smoked grass during the movie, regardless. If they didn't put their joints out, threaten to call the police, which they never did, short of a riot. No excessive howling, feet-stomping, beer- drinking or throwing popcorn boxes at the screen would be tolerated.

Jenkins gave Sally a thick stack of free tickets to pass out to her friends, and her eyes lit up with childish glee.

He was astonished that the angel-faced teenager could suck and fuck like a swinger twice her age, with far more wanton passion, and still delight in such childish things as free movie passes. But, he realized with awe, she was a child except when it came to sex. And even in her spasms of raw lust, there was something movingly childish in her frenzied enthusiasm, her girlish but still obscene joy.

"About Cindy," he stammered when Sally was ready to leave.

"Oh I'll take care of that," Sally said bluntly, with a lewd grin. "I know her well enough to call her up and ask her out for a milkshake, to gossip about boys. I mean, Mr. Jenkins, Cindy knows about my reputation, but she's not a snotty bitch about it! I think she envies me a little," she added with a giggle.

Still Jenkins hesitated. How would she go about it if she'd never made it with a girl?

Sally replied to that one with a look of pure disdain in her shining green eyes.

"Well, jeez, Mr. Jenkins, I'm not a dummy! I know what makes a girl hot, you know. I'll turn Cindy on, don't you worry about that! And then, when we're really tight together, I'll talk to her about you, I mean, I'll fix it so we can all three party together. Okay?"

Jenkins stared at the adolescent with a sort of dazed respect. Her confidence was downright amazing. And she didn't see the slightest thing wrong about any of it, making it with a girl for the first time, then turning the girl on to her own father so all three of them could swing!

"You're a hell of a girl, you know that, Sally?" he said, caressing her plump ass through her jeans.

Sally grinned impishly at him, rubbing her palm over his crotch. "I get around, Mr. Jenkins," she quipped, and then was out of his office, her ass bouncing merrily through the lobby.

Jenkins closed his office door and sank into his desk chair, lighting a cigarette. There was a hot glow in his loins, a feeling of profound satisfaction he hadn't had in years, in spite of all the eager pussy he'd gotten on the side.

There was simply no substitute for a teenage nympho. Unless it was his own teenage daughter, he added silently.

He wasn't at all concerned that Sally would babble it around. She was much, much sharper than he'd originally thought. She looked dumb, but she was cunning almost beyond belief. It was as if the frantic little mink had read his mind about Cindy!

For a very brief instant, Jenkins felt a sharp twinge of guilt. Shit, here he had a lovely, faithful wife, a healthy, handsome son and a ravishingly beautiful young daughter, who was still a virgin, and what was he doing while they pursued their clean-cut, trusting paths through life?

He was fucking a young girl in her ripe mouth, wild little pussy and deliciously tight asshole. On top of which, he was trying to get the girl to seduce his own daughter so all three of them could have an orgy!

But any guilt Jenkins felt was quickly washed away beneath a flood of feverish anticipation over Cindy and Sally.

Like most men, Jenkins lived with a number of assumptions which he took blandly for granted: That his sexy wife was faithful, his lovely daughter was still a virgin, and that his son was a wholesome chip off the old block, a macho stud like his dad, but still a nice, healthy kid.

Such assumptions could be very treacherous, as the theater owner would soon discover to his shocked dismay.

His wife just happened to be having torrid affair with a sultry nurse and the nurse's hot-blooded boyfriend. His lovely daughter was no longer a cherry, because she was, on this very night, in the process of losing it to the wholesome chip off the old block-his own son.

When the lid finally ripped off the whole shattering series of obscene events, none of them would ever be the same.

Especially his darling daughter ...

Chapter 3

It was generally conceded by everyone in town that Cindy Jenkins was a beautiful girl. Not outrageously sexy, like Sally, but with a classic figure that would someday blossom into a knockout of the pin-up variety. Slender, but with proud, lush tits, a narrow waist, a magnificently curved ass, long tapered legs, and a face that was so wholesome and pure it belonged in a church.

But Cindy's inner thoughts were not quite suitable for a church. For one thing, her natural, healthy passion was coming rapidly to the surface as her luscious body began to develop.

Glands had a way of being very earthy instead of spiritual.

For another, Cindy was sharply aware that her own brother had been eyeing her openly the past few months. And the immense bulge in his tight Levi's was embarrassingly obvious. Don had a very macho reputation with girls at the age of twenty-two and, like his father, he was ruggedly handsome. Cindy knew for a fact that he was fucking at least three eager girls steadily, and the knowledge both disturbed her deeply and excited her. It even made her jealous.

Finally, the thing that irked Cindy most of all was a sharp, nagging curiosity about sex. She'd gotten all the standard warnings about pregnancy and venereal disease, and she'd known at the age of eight that babies weren't delivered by United Parcel, and she even knew a great deal, technically, about fucking, mainly from books.

But that didn't do a goddamn thing for her hungry pussy.

Cindy had begun masturbating just six months before to relieve that intense, soaring ache in her virgin slit. A great many boys asked her for dates but she flatly turned most of them down.

Boys bored the hell out of her.

If Cindy were asked to pick out an ideal man she would have unhesitatingly chosen her own rugged father, along with a great many other girls her age. In her psychology class at school, she found out that was a normal phase of her development.

Because society imposed certain taboos on having sex with your own father, and also because the young girl had no way of know her father had his wild erotic fantasies about her, Cindy's roving eyes fell upon the next best thing.

Her brother, Don.

Not only did Don look like their father, a younger, more macho version, but Cindy had secretly adored him since she could remember. This too was perfectly normal, she'd discovered in psychology class. Big brothers were protective and smart and cool father-substitutes.

It was strange how psychology class seemed to teach everything but how to lose your hot cherry to someone who really turned you on. Like your father or your brother.

And no matter how hot and restless Cindy got, no matter how feverishly her pussy throbbed and ached each night as she anxiously lay awake in her bed, finger-fucking herself in desperation, boys still bored the hell out of her.

They were stupid, clumsy oafs compared to her suave father and cool brother. She felt a closeness, a warmth with both of them she'd never felt with those awkward assholes who dated her and tried to squeeze her tits and thighs.

Don knew. The way her brother looked at her sometimes, his eyes hot and frustrated, drinking in her ripe tits and sleek legs, Cindy knew that he wanted her just as passionately as she wanted him.

But he wouldn't dare, not with his own sister. Christ, if Mom or Dad ever found out, their whole secure world would come crashing down. They were, after all, a very close-knit, happy family, a morally conscious family.

Such was the tender innocence of a girl her age.

On this particular night, Don was at home for a change, instead of out playing pool or drinking beer or fucking one of his numerous girlfriends in the back of his plush van. At dinner he casually mentioned he was going to laze around for the night, probably catch up on sleep.

Their father would be managing the theater, a job he alternated with Don.

And their mother would be playing bridge with that new couple she talked so much about, that stunning nurse and her good- looking boyfriend. She played an awful lot of bridge lately, thought Cindy. Almost every night ...

Which left Cindy at home with her brother. Cindy mentioned she had a lot of homework to catch up on, and this drew a sharp glance from Don.

It was now nine p.m. and Cindy knew Don was in his room, possibly sleeping. Since he rarely came home before three or four in the morning -- sometimes not at all -- Cindy was often tempted to wonder just how strenuous her brother's sex drive was. She knew one thing for certain -- his prick was colossal. She hadn't seen it in the flesh yet, but you could see the immense outline in his tight Levi's.

And the thought of it now, as she stripped naked and wrapped a towel around her succulent curves, filled her with both profound excitement and healthy fear.

Cindy's mind was made up. She was going to lose her cherry tonight, and it was going to be to her own hung brother. She was damn sick and tired of masturbating night after night, imagining herself being blissfully rammed by her father or her brother, fantasies that tormented her daily now that she was ripe to the point of bursting.

She tossed her long dark-blonde hair behind her and padded into the hallway, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her own brother! And so handsome, so loving to her over the years, only a brother's love of course, but as long as she was going to have to lose her cherry sooner or later she'd at least keep it in the family.

Outside his door, she paused, listening. His light was out, she could tell. Nothing, not a sound. She knocked softly and waited. Nothing. Then she opened the door and slipped inside Don's room.

He was awake in the semi-darkness, his cigarette glowing as he lay sprawled on the bed.

He was naked, and even in the dim light she could see his prick was gigantically hard, looming above him like a small flagpole.

"Hi, Sis," he said, grinning. "I had a hunch you were coming. I've been waiting a long time for this, Cindy. Like two, three years maybe." He patted the bed beside him. "Bring it over here, honey. I won't bite."

The arrogant bastard! No wonder girls flipped over him, his manner so cool and casual, his grin so easy and charming. And his cock so big!

Panting nervously, Cindy came over to the bed and sat on the edge, hugging the towel to her lush tits. His hand came out and slowly stroked the silken flesh of her naked thighs, creeping up beneath the towel.

"Don't be nervous, baby," he murmured. "You're still a cherry, aren't you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "If Mom or Dad find out, it's going to be hell, Don. But, Jesus H. Christ, I've dreamed about this for months!"

"Me too," he said hoarsely. "Hey, honey, they won't find out."

He untied the towel and gently stripped it off her naked body and pulled his sister down beside him. Then he reached over and switched on his bedside lamp. Cindy blinked her eyes, startled.

"Why'd you do that!" she demanded.

He leaned over her, his eyes burning with lust, raking over her silky full tits and sensuously rounded belly, down to her fine tangle of cunt hairs and sleek thighs. He'd watched his little sister ripen into a fantastically sexy girl over the years, and he couldn't count the number of times he'd fucked other moaning girls and pretended it was luscious Cindy screaming with joy as he pounded his massive rod deep into their soaked cunts.

"I turned on the light because I want to see every detail, Sis. Every hot inch of that gorgeous body. I've had a hard-on for you since you were thirteen, baby. If you knew how many times that beautiful ass of yours drove me crazy around the house, how many times I shot off in my pants, thinking about you, you wouldn't believe it."

"Will it hurt, Don?" she whispered, wide-eyed.

"Only for a minute or so. Then ... wham!" He grinned broadly, pinching one of her hot rosy nipples to make her whimper with excitement. "Then it'll be sheer heaven, Sis. Hang on now, 'cause I'm gonna wet you down."

Before she could ask what he meant he kissed her on the mouth with ferocious lust, squeezing her satiny tits in his fingers. Then he inched down to suck on each of her heaving tits in turn, one hand slipping down to her juicy cunt. She was dripping with desire, and he knew he didn't have to eat her pussy to get her juices flowing, but she was a cherry and she was his own loving sister, so she deserved the best.

The truth was, Don wasn't crazy about going down on girls, but on rare occasions he couldn't resist the urge. Whenever he got a particularly luscious young piece, fiercely passionate and so aroused their panties were soaked through before he even began the heavy action, Don would go down on it like a ravenous wolf.

In almost every case, the girl reminded him of Cindy in some way.

Now that he had the real thing naked and panting and madly worked up, he was going to feast on it first before he cracked her hot little cherry.

But the major reason Don slipped his hand down to her throbbing pussy while he sucked on her deliciously ripe tits, was for a preview of coming attractions. He had no intention of finger-fucking his sister, although she jerked her pulsing cunt up in a feverish plea. He only wanted to wet his fingers down so he could slip his hand back up and furtively sniff it, a precaution he'd learned the hard way.

More than one hotly sexy young thing who looked like she dripped sweet nectar had turned out to have a pussy that smelled like last month's mackerel dinner. And tasted worse. Some of the wild young chicks breezing happily around town and fucking every good-looking stud in sight didn't realize what feminine hygiene was, that you had to wash that thing out once in a while, especially if you gave it to a different guy every night.

Not that he was worried about Cindy, but he was curious about what he was going to dip his tongue into anyway. And as he sniffed at his soaked fingers, his nostrils filled with delicious cunt fragrance. He quickly stopped sucking on her lush tits and began trailing his mouth down over her panting belly, clutching her hot ass in his hands to lift it up off the mattress slightly.

Hunched between his little sister's trembling thighs, Don stared directly into the rosiest, most kissable cunt he'd ever seen. Tiny, irresistibly cute, gently sucking like a coyly beckoning pair of lips, glistening with hot honey, his sister's cherry cunt was a perfect rosebud of passion.

And by God, he was going to be the first stud to ever lap it and love it and fuck it with his rock-hard dick.

Trembling and panting, her thighs widespread, Cindy softly jerked her ass, waiting in agonizing suspense. She didn't really know what to expect, and it seemed strange to her innocent mind that her brother simply didn't plunge his immense cock into her and get it over with. The loss of her virginity was supposed to be painful -- at least that's what she'd read and heard from other schoolgirls. Of course she'd read about oral sex too, but reading about something and experiencing it directly were two flagrantly different issues.

As she found out in the next moment when a piercing wet thrill shot into her tender cunt like a bolt of lustful lightning.

"Ooooooooh! Oh Don! Oh darling! Oh Jesus! Whoooeeee! Unnnnngh! Eeeeee! Oh it's ... it's tooo muuuucccch!"

Quickly, Cindy locked her burning thighs to his face, twined her fingers into his hair and began fucking his mouth with unashamed glory.

The only experience the young girl had with orgasms up to now had been from finger-fucking herself. To say that having a long greedy tongue whipping into her silken pussy was tremendously exciting was putting it crudely. The girl was suddenly coming in great violent gushes of honey, her cunt spasming with breathtaking joy as her brother devoured her boiling slit with raw hunger.

And Cindy was every bit as hot and delicious as she looked, pure loving cunt grinding to his mouth, sweet little-sister cries of rapture ringing in his ears, madly burning thighs crushing his head, almost suffocating him.

What a way to go!

But Don was so savagely aroused from eating out his beautiful young sister, he knew he had to get his rocks off soon or come all over the mattress.

Sixty-nine, whether she liked it or not, he decided.

Still keeping his hotly sucking mouth riveted to her gushing pussy, he swiveled his husky body around in reverse, placing a folded knee on each side of her head so that his huge cock loomed over her face.

So fiercely excited was the girl, she didn't need any explanation or coaxing. There was a giant drop of milky jism oozing out of his crimson knob. Still lunging her hips wildly and rubbing her exploding cunt to his face, Cindy clutched his hot cock eagerly in her fist and rammed it into her mouth with a muffled cry of wanton desire.

Her first taste of cum, a mere few drops in her mouth, sparked an almost hysterical greed for more in the young virgin. She began sucking her brother's massive cock ravenously, battering her throat in her eagerness, still coming in Don's mouth in wild torrents of cunt-honey.

Cindy took to sixty-nine the way an eagle takes to flying, leaping from the cliff of her inhibitions into a lustful new world of savage delight.

And while her brother took pride in his staying power, able to hold back his load at will with any girl, resisting the hottest of pussies to make them come again and again, his prick was rapidly quivering and swelling in Cindy's fiery mouth.

Brother and sister rocked feverishly in sixty-nine now, his tongue still lapping hungrily in her juicy depths while she moaned and squirmed and issued muffled screams of excitement as his enormous cock fucked her mouth.

Cindy's sharp awareness that this wasn't just any hard-on ripping into her mouth, that it wasn't just any stud sucking her thrilled pussy, but her own handsome brother, the sleek, powerful and beautifully hung boy of her wildest erotic dreams, made the whole episode twice as obscene and passionate.

She felt what almost all girls felt who surrendered to their own brothers and fathers -- a delicious feeling of guilt, a hot shame over doing something terribly forbidden, and loving every minute of it.

Unable to hold back his knot of boiling jism any longer, Don began erupting in her mouth. Now Cindy sank her fingernails into her brother's hard ass and gagged as the thick salty flood exploded in her lips, spurted in great wads against her throat until she thought she was drowning in hot cream.

She gulped frantically, but still he shot off, wave after wave of thick jism spurting violently, triggering the wildest climax she'd had yet.

They climaxed in each other's mouths in hot, thrilling torrents until Don, feeling half-suffocated from her burning thighs locked madly to his head, tore his lips away and slipped his cock out before Cindy could ravage it in her crazed excitement.

The girl kept jerking her hips in a dazed, mechanical rhythm, incoherent moans rolling from her lips. She licked the roof of her mouth to savor the last residue of his salty cum.

"Mad hot stuff," groaned Don, heaving for breath. He wiped at the sticky cunt-juice smearing his cheeks. "Delicious, Sis -- your pussy is pure honey. Your mouth is something else too!"

Cindy moaned and reached for his semi-limp rod, grasping it greedily in her fingers. Don was ordinarily capable of coming three times in rapid succession, and six times in a single night with a hot, eager girl.

With a sexy knockout like his own little sister, he knew he'd be good for more than that. And when he was horny, his prick never really went down, it just drooped at half-mast for a few minutes.

This time it was gorged with blood in less than sixty seconds as Cindy stroked it in her hot fist.

She was thoroughly primed now, anxious to lose her cherry to her brother. But she wanted to postpone it for a few minutes, because an eerie curiosity was nagging at her mind and flesh, a strange excitement about her brother's strenuous sex life. When Don started to climb on top of her, she shook her head quickly, still pumping his throbbing cock in her fist, but slowly, lasciviously, never wanting to let go of the thick hot meat.

"Not yet," Cindy panted, licking her lips. "Let's talk for a few minutes, honey. How many other girls have you got? That you're screwing on a regular basis, I mean."

He stared at her, surprised. Most chicks were jealous about things like that, getting mad if you talked about your other conquests. But his little sister's eyes shone with burning curiosity, and her ripe flesh trembled eagerly. There was a certain type of girl who got feverishly turned on by hearing about his other action, and they were always the type who fell madly in love with him after he'd fucked them, so much so he had an embarrassing time getting rid of them later.

Don was not sharp on the subject of psychology, but he knew his little sister already had a crush on him. And she definitely fell into that category of chick whose cunt would throb wildly when he told her about his other girls, but if that's what she wanted to hear to work herself up, shit, he'd be glad to oblige.

"Right now I'm only screwing three on a steady basis," he told Cindy, lighting a cigarette. "Two are pretty good, one is fantastically hot and wild."

Her tits heaved with soaring excitement. "Is she pretty? Do I know her, Don? Do you fuck her in the mouth too?"

He grinned, squeezing one of her lush breasts to make her shiver and moan. "Yeah, she's very pretty. And she gives a terrific blowjob, but I don't go down on her. I reserve that privilege for sexy little sisters like you."

"Will you teach me how to give a good blowjob?" Cindy asked eagerly, stroking his stiff cock faster now. "How about other girls you've fucked, Don? What's the oldest one you've ever had? And the youngest? What's your favorite screwing position?"

"Hey, ease up," he laughed. "What the fuck is this, twenty questions?"

Cindy crawled down to hug his pounding prick between her luscious tits, her eyes gleaming up at him. "Tell me," she whispered, rubbing her hot tits lewdly to his cock. "Every wild detail, Don! Come on, honey, I'm getting super-hot!"

He rubbed the soles of his feet into her ripe silken ass as he talked, making gentle fucking movements against her burning tits.

"Okay, Sis. Yeah, I'll give you some tips on giving a wild blowjob." He frowned, thinking, remembering the hottest one he'd ever had. It was by Sally, the little nympho who was, an artist at it, all fiery mouth and whipping tongue. "First, you've got to take your time, tease it for a couple minutes with your lips and tongue. Use your teeth, but carefully, dammit. Then you vary the pressure of your mouth as you suck it off, tight then soft. Flick your tongue-tip against the head, too. Then you dip your mouth down and kiss and tongue and suck on my balls, see? Variety, that's the secret, Sis."

Her ripe hot tits were sweating profusely now, and Cindy was hugging his prick tightly between them. She may have been too innocent to know what tit-fucking was, but she was doing it like an expert, rubbing lustfully, squeezing their silken heat tightly against his pounding rod, moving her swollen mounds back and forth obscenely on his meat while she listened intently.

"Who gave it to you?" she asked curiously.

"Sally Owens," he grinned. "You know her, sexy little blonde, mother screws everything in pants while Sally eats everything that moves."

"I know her," Cindy nodded, her pussy throbbing furiously now to soak the mattress beneath her. She was tremendously aroused as she listened to her brother's sex-talk, but she was wallowing in hot anticipation now, prolonging the suspense as she dreamily tit-fucked his huge cock. "I like Sally, too," she added. "Maybe she's a tramp but at least she's honest about it, not like the other stuck-up bitches at school. What about the oldest woman you've ever screwed, Don? Who was she?"

He was sweating now, his rod brick-hard with impatience. Christ, what beautiful tits Cindy had! Naked, she was so sexy and silky and ripely curved he was tempted to shoot off between her gorgeous mounds. Save it for her cherry, he told himself. And her luscious ass, the most sensuous, provocative ass he'd ever seen, and he'd seen more than his fair share of naked butts.

"She was forty-one," Don said, recalling the statuesque town librarian. "Miss Perkins, the librarian."

Cindy gasped. "That old bag!"

"Old bag, my ass," Don grinned. "When she lets her hair down, takes off those goddamn binoculars she calls glasses and strips naked, she's all woman, believe me, Sis. And her pussy is as hot and tight as any young chick's. And what she knows about sex would blow your mind. She got it all from books, I think," he added thoughtfully. "She reads a lot. She asked me to help her with her files one night after the library closed. Two solid hours of sucking and fucking ... mmmm!"

Cindy was extremely hot now, and eager tiny tremors rippled through her tight cunt in anticipation. Still she worked her feverish tits lewdly on his quivering rod, teasing herself just a little bit longer, secretly thrilled and turned on by her handsome brother's sex-prowess.

"And the youngest?" she whispered.

"Tina Hawkins, last year. I busted her cherry for her and she went crazy with excitement. Cute little ass, too."

"Did you fuck her there?" Cindy asked, fascinated.

"What do you think, Sis?" he laughed.

"Will you fuck me there, Don? Every wild inch of your cock up there, please?" she pleaded wantonly. She knew the answer when she saw his gleaming eyes, and rushed on to her final question.

"What's your favorite position?." whispered Cindy.

"Now that I'll show you, Sis, but if you keep rubbing your fabulous tits on my cock I'm gonna get my rocks off all over them in about ten seconds!"

Quickly, the horny virgin released his massive cock from her tingling breasts. Not that she didn't want her brother's boiling cream spurting all over her tits -- the idea generated a wild excitement in her blood. But it was her fiercely throbbing pussy that craved it first.

Don showed her the position, dog-style, and his little sister moved down toward the edge of the bed, hunched over on her elbows and knees with her silky ass jutting out, already weaving eagerly.

Don got off the bed with his long rod bristling. He stood behind the edge of the bed, his prick aimed at her tiny pink pussy, which glistened and pulsated beneath her naked cheeks, a luscious rosebud framed by delicately curly cunt-hairs.

He gripped her trembling ass in one hand and held it firm. Then he placed the giant knob of his dick against her hotly throbbing cuntlips, and slowly, carefully, he eased his knob inside ...

Chapter 4

"Oooooh, Don," moaned Cindy, trembling from head to toe with excitement, "that's big! Unnmmm, but good, honey, oh so hot and goood, aaaah! Ouch! Easy! Ooooo! Aaaargh! Eeee! H-hurts, honey!"

"Only for a minute, baby," gasped her brother. He held both her satiny asscheeks tightly in his hands now, working his enormous prick in by degrees, sucking in his breath at her delicious, burning tightness. Sweet loving pussy! His little sister had a live wild animal there, shuddering and squirming and boiling on his gently pumping cock, coming awake like a volcano beginning to fire up.

He swung his hips to a slow, powerful rhythm, preferring this position so he could play with her plump ass and admire its sexy curves. He could also watch her slippery cunt swallow up his dick, which was now covered with her cherry-blood. Standing with legs spread wide behind her kneeling body, Don began pistoning faster and slightly harder, hot thrills racing through his cock and balls from her fiery, sucking slit.

"Hey, Sis, that's ... mmmmf! ... hot loving cunt, honey! Aaaaah, baby, wanna do it all night! Aaaah, so tight!"

Then, magically, the pain was gone in Cindy's steaming crack, and ripples of pleasure were spreading outward, to the tips of her swollen nipples and the soles of her tingling feet as her brother's brick-hard rod gorged her pussy. Each time he lunged forward, his meat created a delicious friction against her cunt-walls that made her pant and tremble feverishly.

Deep, wild moans came from Cindy's throat now as she started to climax in molten waves of lust. She swung back to meet his huge prick, grinding her naked ass lewdly to his bushy crotch with each thrust, clawing at the mattress beneath her to vent her rising passion.

"Oh, Don, darling, honey, big brother, oooo! Your big hot prick, so beautiful! Unnngh! Gonna come, brother! You too! Hurry, shoot it in me, oh God, HURRY!"

As tempted as he was to release his control and spurt his load deep inside her juicy cunt, Don deliberately held back. Shit, girls didn't flip over him for his looks and his huge dick alone. He stayed with them so they could come in mad gushes of bliss, fucked them until they either begged for mercy or fainted with excitement or went into savage spasms of lust, unable to stop climaxing.

Which was happening to his screaming little sister now as she streamed pussy-juice over the length of his bloody prick, swinging her ass to a furious tempo, still unable to get his long cock into the hilt but battering herself brutally as she tried.

Don concentrated on fucking her to a steady, powerful rhythm, ignoring her sobs and cries for his jism. Any jerk could come in two minutes flat. Experience had taught him it wasn't necessarily the size of your dick that really counted -- but it sure helped! -- or even how you used it, it was how long you could keep the thing rock-hard and working like a piledriver, so your girl could get her rocks off again and again and again, until she was hysterical with happiness.

And that was why they followed him around like puppy-dogs afterward and wrote him gushing love-notes and wrote obscene praise about him in the girl's bathroom at school and at various hangouts around town. When it came down to the nitty- gritty of sex, good looks in a man didn't mean jack-shit, he was fond of telling his buddies who envied him. Neither did the size of your whopper, at least not too much.

Stamina was the secret, raw staying power, because most girls were left high and dry, on the verge of a tremendous orgasm just when their rabbity partners selfishly shot their loads. It took time for a girl to really work herself up to a feverish pitch of lust -- most of the time, anyway -- so you had to plow them to a steady, savage rhythm without coming prematurely.

Because Don was popular with his buddies, a good pool hustler, a rough-and-tough drinking brawler who could hold his own in bars and in fights, and had a notorious reputation as the town stud, his pals frequently came to him for advice. Sometimes he would hold a sort of sex-seminar in his favorite bar while his buddies listened in earnest.

They knew he always told the truth, never bull-shitted and never offered advice unless he was asked point-blank.

The biggest problem his pals encountered was getting their rocks off too soon. There were a number of workable solutions to this common problem, Don explained. While he himself didn't have any difficulty holding back his hot load, he occasionally experimented to see how long he could last with an especially mad, juicy little pussy, and he'd come up with a number of tricks.

At this moment, though, the young stud was beginning to run into the same problem, because his little sister was thrashing and wriggling her luscious cunt in a frenzy on his pumping rod, screaming that she was unable to stop coming and demanding his cum now, now, now!

Don ignored her, concentrating on his own sensations of pleasure as shudders of excitement rippled along the length of his burning prick. Just like a chick, he thought dryly -- whenever they wanted something, they wanted it now, now, now!, whether it was a hard dick, a box of popcorn, a pizza, a diamond ring or a new dress. She was his little sister, and she was the hottest, most torridly exciting piece of ass he'd ever had, but he'd be damned if he'd let anyone tell him when to get his own rocks off!

The solutions to premature ejaculation that Don came up with for his buddies were very intriguing. When you thought you were going to shoot off any second, he suggested, one effective trick was to purposely concentrate on the worst, ugliest piece of pussy you'd ever had. That usually distracted you to the point where you temporarily forgot your sexy hot partner so you could fuck mechanically, like a machine for a few minutes.

If that didn't work, due to lack of imagination or an especially wild cunt sucking madly at your dick, then you got your girl to seize the base of your cock, just where it joined at your crotch; in a fierce grip between her thumb and forefinger, where she could squeeze mercilessly. That always worked, since it cut off circulation temporarily and desensitized your prick.

And if for some reason she couldn't or wouldn't do that, then you had the option of telling the spiteful bitch off and coming on the spot, or sticking your hard-on up her ass and ejaculating there -- always a delightful surprise for them, one that was certain to make them remember you at Christmas when you might get a box of arsenic in the mail if they had tight assholes and were fussy about it. Or, finally, if you were still hanging in, clutching your own cock at the base and applying the grip to desensitize it.

Should all of the above fail, Don told his buddies, then you should have jerked off in the first place with a copy of Playboy. But if for some bizarre reason you really liked the chick, all was not lost if you came prematurely while she was still hotter than a firecracker.

You could quickly ram two fingers up her slit and finger-fuck her until she had her shattering orgasm. This wasn't nearly as crude as it sounded, nor was it a loss of masculine face, Don would explain patiently as he hoisted a fresh beer to his mouth.

When a girl got hot enough she couldn't care less if you got her rocks off with a cucumber, as long as you finished what you started. It was Don's firm conviction that guys who worked girls up to a lustful fever and then selfishly came in a minute or two, ignoring her after that, should be strapped to a wagon wheel and ruthlessly horse-whipped.

The point was, it didn't really matter what you did to your girl as long as you gave her a hot time, meaning her rightful orgasm. It was totally irrelevant whether you got her pussy to explode by eating her, finger-fucking her, ramming a banana up there or tickling it with a feather, or bringing along a buddy to help you out, or even a dog in heat.

If you didn't really give a damn about the chick and couldn't care less whether you got into her again or not, then the fastest way to get rid of her was to dip it in, dump your load, and whip it out.

But if you gave her what she really needed to sleep like a baby that night, then she'd kiss your ass to get it again and again. Which was one reason why married pussy was so easy to get, because a lot of husbands were rabbits who wouldn't take five minutes extra to finger-fuck their madly frustrated wives once they shot off.

Although he was only twenty-two, it was this philosophy which enabled the young stud to keep a steady stable of three or four girls on the string, juggling them around as desired.

But for all his advice, Don was now having an ordeal trying to control his own nerve-jarring excitement as his little sister wailed and squirmed and whipped her fiercely hot pussy in a frenzy on his stroking cock. She was at a peak of continuous coming, honey dripping out of her frantic cunt, her naked ass bouncing madly in his hands.

"Shoot it in me!" she sobbed, slamming back on his thick rod in a fever of passion. "Unnngh! Now, honey, lemme have it! Hurry! Want it, need it, love it!"

Rivulets of sweat poured down his husky chest as Don pumped forcefully, more than half his long dick piercing her incredibly tight cunt. Don could feel her boiling loins sucking at his jism like a voracious whirlpool of molten greed.

And no amount of his own cunning advice could keep the young stud from spurting his load in hot bursts, wild jolts of excitement rippling through his meat as Cindy's pussy sucked in spasms of raw bliss.

As soon as the thick stream started spattering in her silken walls, the girl sank her teeth into the pillow beneath her to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. It was the first fuck of her life and because it was her own handsome, massively hung brother who'd taken her cherry, who'd also taken the trouble to prime her by eating her madly thrilled cunt, Cindy was hysterical with excitement.

Gradually, after she'd milked his limp rod dry with her clasping cunt, Don slipped it out with a deep sigh. He climbed onto the bed beside her, catching his breath.

The greatest piece of ass he'd ever had, and now he could ram it to her every night -- if Cindy's wild cries and mad moans didn't wake up the whole house.

He'd have to be cool about it. Now as his little sister wrapped her arms around him and burrowed her silky, sweating tits into his chest, he noted the same adoring gleam in her eyes that his other conquests lavished on him, the same worshiping light that was really directed at his huge cock and relentless staying power.

And why not? She was still coming softly as she ground her soaked cunt to his bush, still trembling and twitching with her last fiery orgasm. You just plowed them until they couldn't stop climaxing, ignoring their greedy cries for your hot load, and afterward, when their pussies purred and glowed with the wildest happiness of their lives, all you had to do was snap your fingers and they'd drop to all fours and wag their tails like devoted puppies.

The first session was the key to it all. You went out of your way a little to prolong their pleasure and every time you fucked them after that, they hoped and prayed it was going to be the same.

"You were right, honey," Cindy panted in his ear now, clutching his cock possessively, "it only hurt for a minute -- then, wow! Oooooh, let's do it again, big brother!"

He ran his fingertip along the crack of her silky hot ass and smiled down at her. That juicy little slot was next in line. Normally, it irritated Don to have grateful young pussy gushing all over him afterward, but hell, this was Cindy, his hot, luscious, fantastically ripe little sister, and he wasn't about to get tired of this one.

For a while, anyway.

He took a cigarette break, thinking as he smoked, letting Cindy coo and gurgle over his prick like a baby with a new toy. His real problem was that he was getting too much pussy. He was spoiled and he knew it. How in the hell would he ever settle down and get married when he was used to an endless chain of eager young cunt? The only solution was to keep up the chain, but get it all on the side once he was settled down.

Like his sly father.

Don knew his father was pumping a number of neighbors' wives on the side, and a few working girls to boot. A stranger would look at his mother, sexy, still voluptuous and hot at thirty- nine, and wonder how the old man could play around when he had that gorgeous ass to come home to every night.

Don knew, because he had the same restless nature, the same craving for variety, for different tits and an assortment of hot asses and wild, eager pussies.

The funny part of it was Don wouldn't mind taking a fast crack at his own mother. She was lushly developed, a fully ripe woman and a stark contrast to the sleek young pussy he was used to. But all this, of course, was pure horseshit fantasy. Mom was so square and moralistic and old-fashioned ...

Screwing his little sister was one thing, but his own mother? Shit, his father would kill him if he found out! For that matter, the old man would fly into a dangerous rage if he ever found Out that his on took his daughter's cherry.

Lost in thought, Don was jerked back to the present to see his little sister lewdly washing his fresh hard-on with her pink tongue, licking up her own cherry-blood! And in less than a minute he was hard and primed again, ready for her last cherry, so tiny and helpless between those deliciously curved asscheeks.

But this time he would strike without warning. That way her cute asshole wouldn't tense up in fear and make it twice as painful.

"Get on top," Don told her. Because of her tender innocence, he had to show her the position-sitting astride his hips facing him, her moist rosy cunt looming over his colossal hard-on.

Whimpering with excitement, Cindy gently slid down on his throbbing prick, her pussy a juicier fit now that he was breaking it in. For a few minutes Don let the girl ride his cock with slow, dreamy bliss while he played with her feverishly throbbing tits. Screwing his own lovely little sister was a strange sensation, with an eerie, special excitement all its own.

There was a familiarity, a warmth, a closeness built up over the years that was entirely lacking in his other girls. There was also the obscene fulfillment of all the erotic fantasies he'd ever had about ripe-assed little Cindy as he'd watched her blossom-out into a stunning piece of pussy.

And as Cindy rode his huge hard-on, her eyes filled with tears of lustful joy, her tawny hips swinging with passion, her hands clutching his fiercely to her swollen young tits, Don got a hot, violent urge to fuck his voluptuous mother as well, to satisfy that sharp curiosity too.

After all, how many guys got to seduce their own sexy little virgin-sisters and beautifully stacked mothers?

Cindy was starting to come now, loud sobs and frantic fucking movements signaling her wild orgasm, feverish ripples of pleasure shooting through Don's hard meat. Time for dirty pool.

Don seized his sister's hips and suddenly lifted her completely off his cock. In the few seconds that followed, while Cindy cried out in surprise and anger, he positioned her asshole directly over his blazing knob.

Then Don gritted his teeth and slammed her down.

Shock and horror crossed Cindy's lovely face and her huge eyes filled with tears. And although she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out but stunned gasps. She couldn't summon enough breath to register her pain and surprise.

The immense, searing mass throbbing in her virgin asshole felt like a boiling cudgel, and every slight movement only intensified that agony.

"Hey, Sis!" Don groaned, still holding her tightly by the hips just in case she tried to jerk away. "That's hot and wild, baby! Mmmm, easy now, won't hurt for long," Don lied.

Cindy sobbed and trembled on top of him, impaled helplessly in the position. Her own brother was raping her in her ass! The tears that stung her eyes were partly pain, partly self-pity and no small amount of rage. The dirty bastard!

While it was sheer agony to move, it was impossible not to try and escape the blazing pole cramming her anal slot. So Cindy twitched and wriggled and churned, each tiny motion sparking a new bolt of pain in her tender ass, while her brother grinned and savored each wave of pleasure her silken ass gave him.

With an irresistibly luscious ass like hers, someone was going to ravage her there sooner or later, Don reasoned, so it might as well be her own loving brother. And he noticed that in spite of her girlish sobs, Cindy was beginning to jerk ever so gently on his huge prick. Her ripe sweating tits bounced in time to her cautious lunges, and he could practically read her mind from watching her lovely face.

She was mad, really mad at him, still shocked that he'd pull such a dirty trick on her, but now excitement shone in her eyes too, like she was discovering something that never occurred to her before that sex-pain could turn into sex pleasure, by degrees.

And because he'd rammed her just when she was at the height of her hot climax, her little pussy was still twitching and throbbing with bliss while her asshole was torn with pain, confusing her nervous system.

That confusion was rapidly becoming raw, lustful desire in Cindy's hotly curved butt as she strangely began to crave the thick, burning, ripping sensation that gorged her insides.

With each timid jerk of her hips, she gasped with intense pain, but at the same time an eerie pleasure shot through her impaled ass. Then Cindy was jerking faster and sobbing louder, her nails raking over her brother's flat hard stomach viciously as she began to come, not the pure blissful sensations of a pussy-orgasm, but a savage excitement unlike any other she'd ever felt, white-hot sheets of obscene rapture that seared deep into her ripe naked ass.

"Big prick is ... unnnng! ... killing me, Don! Oooo! Hurts! But I like it! I love it! Harder, baby, harder!"

Now the girl was pumping her soft asscheeks feverishly on his rod, unable to control her excitement, the pain worse than ever but her fiery lust uncontrollable too.

Like Cindy's sweet mouth and tight pussy, her asshole had its own unique, boiling juiciness, a frantic excitement that was quickly bringing Don to the brink of his climax. And Cindy never looked more beautiful, more feverishly sexy than now, with her brother's massive dick thrusting deep into her steaming bowels and her panting tits glossy with sweat, her innocent face contorted with depraved joy, wild cries coming from her sultry lips.

"Mmmmm, your ass, Sis!" Don groaned, feeling her juicy tunnel begin to suck his hot jism from deep in his loins. "Your wild fantastic ass, honey! Mmmmmf! Yeah! Work it!"

Cindy fell over on him, still jerking her ass lustfully, but now she clawed at his shoulders and bit his lips in a frenzy of wanton torment, her asshole going into spasms of pain-bliss as his fiery cum spattered and tingled and stung in sharp bursts.

Long after Don finished ejaculating, his little sister hugged his cock deliriously in her silken ass and ground her throbbing pussy to his bush in lewd circles. Both of them were covered with sweat now, mingling with the smell of raw young sex and naked lust.

Casually, Don smoked a cigarette while Cindy whimpered softly and rubbed her tits and belly to his, still lying on top of him, at last letting his limp dick slip out of her harshly throbbing asshole.

"We'd better not let Mom catch us like this," Cindy moaned in his ear. Their father didn't usually come home until one-thirty or two in the morning, well after the theater closed.

"She won't," Don said thoughtfully. "Lately she's been getting home around one in the morning, I think. She's really hung up on bridge these days. Or is she?"

He thought about the sexy-assed nurse his mother spent so much time with these days. Don had run into her once, with his mother downtown. Sleek and slender, with small pointed tits, a compact ass, a sharp-featured but very sexy face and sharply dressed. Sophisticated, cool, haughty bitch.

Something strange about her, though, in her gleaming eyes, Don thought. There was something smoldering and animal about her, a kind of seething violence he couldn't figure out. She definitely wasn't the kind his mother usually chose for a friend, nothing solid or matronly about that hot-eyed young bitch.

Only for a brief instant did a depraved thought occur to Don but he dismissed it at once. Shit, the odds against his mother being a switch-hitter in secret were about the same as being struck by lightning on a clear sunny day. Crazy idea.

Just because he took his little sister's hot cherry didn't mean everyone in the family was madly horny!

"Let's take a shower together," whispered Cindy, sitting up and hefting his heavy cock in her fingers.

"You're on, Sis," he grinned, and Don followed her down the hallway to the bathroom, playing with her gorgeous naked ass on the way, his cock almost completely hard again by the time she turned on the warm spray. Someday Cindy would look like their mother, a statuesque, sensuously curved knockout, but still lady-like and respectable, the perfect wife and mother for some lucky guy.

It was a touching, sentimental thought, but Don's mother hadn't gone through what her daughter was going to go through in the next shattering few days.

Sweet-faced, wholesome and radiant young Cindy was destined to be something quite different than her mother, although her mother had more than her share of obscene secrets.

Cindy would quickly become the hottest, wildest, most lascivious swinger and switch-hitter ever to come out of the small town of Pacific Gardens.

Thanks to her brother, her mother, her father and the hot- lipped nympho, Sally Owens, who was only doing what Cindy's father told her to do.

Turning both young girls on like crazed animals in heat.

(Continued)