BEE-6732B

Pleasure's A Must

by Dee Westee



Chapter 1

Her breathing was beginning to return to normal. The orgasm from masturbation was sort of swimming away from her, leaving her with an empty kind of satisfaction, at best.

Stacey bit her lip and held her eyes tightly shut. Well,. she needed that, she consoled herself. Her stomach muscles relaxed, her upper thighs relaxed. So good to relax, she thought. But why this way? Why always this lonely way? She was feeling a melancholy she wasn't supposed to be feeling on the eve of her vacation. After all, she had long been anticipating the two weeks she and her brother Kurt were going to spend in the Catskills along with the Wilson's at an isolated house they had reserved months ago. The place was beautiful, she knew, far up in the mountains. They would be able to really relax, swim in the stream that ran through the partially wooded lot, bask in the sunshine, and be happy together. She had been so involved with making the arrangements, checking on whether this or that had been done, and now she didn't want to let it be known that she was no longer sure whether she wanted to go on the trip or not. It would be cruel to back out now, she decided, so she would put on a false front and go along for the benefit of the others.

Practically all of the final arrangements had been made. She had worked feverishly at the bank for the last few days to get things in shape so that she could take the two weeks off. Her brother Kurt and his buddy Bill had put in a request for vacation time a few months back in anticipation of this trip, had bought fishing tackle, and had saved up the money out of their weekly paychecks to enable them to make the trip. Both had invested in good hiking boots so that they could roam the mountainsides and enjoy the natural surroundings.

Everything was in readiness except herself. She had the feeling of being crushed by a huge juggernaut, which she had helped to set in motion, when she had agreed to go along on this trip. Now it was too late to back out, and she wished she didn't feel so much like a prisoner on death row, condemned to die and knowing the exact date and time of her execution. How was she going to withstand the pressure of this intimate vacation with her brother and the married couple who were their best friends?

Morosely, she wandered into her bedroom, opened her closet, and began removing some things she would have to pack for the trip. Well at least it would be a big relief to get out of the city and into the county. Maybe she could just spend most of the time up in the woods, away from the rest. She didn't know what she was going to do now that her feelings had changed so much about her older brother.

It had all started this evening. It wasn't that she didn't love Kurt any more ... after what he did. It's just ... well, maybe I love him too much, she thought ... so much that I almost ... let him. ... It bothered her that he had tried. Yes! It really bothered her.

And then again she had to admit that what he was trying to tell her had made sense. Since their parents had died two years ago, they had only each other as family. She remembered how important Kurt had become to her after the terrible auto accident, the funeral arrangements, the empty, lonely feelings that he had soothed by being with her. Then it had seemed just natural for them to move into an apartment together in the city, sharing expenses and housework, and trying to build 'a life for themselves. She had worked hard at the bank, becoming a supervisor in only two years, and Kurt had completed his apprenticeship training and was now a full-fledged welder, working on some of the city's biggest construction projects. It was at his work that Kurt- had met Bill and Birdie, introduced them to Stacey. Over the last year or so, the foursome had spent many happy hours together.

Of course, occasionally Stacey had gone out on dates with some of the young men she met at work. But none of them had really tried to love her for herself. It seemed that all they were interested in was having a few drinks or smoking a few joints and then hitting the sack as quickly as possible, and Stacey had concluded each of these relationships in a hurry. Perhaps that was how life in the modern day was supposed to be, but she didn't want any part of it. Kurt, too, had taken girls out on dates, but he never brought any of them home to meet Stacey. Sometimes he spent a night out, but Stacey never asked him about what he was doing, and it seemed that none had really taken up his steady attention.

But they had been happy together! Oh, how happy they had been. Their two bedroom apartment was in a new, comfortable building, and they had fixed it up just the way they wanted, with sunny yellow curtains in all the windows and plenty of green plants everywhere. It was as though they had created an island of family love within the ocean of isolation'-that was the big city.

And now all that had been destroyed. She began slowly to go over what had happened. She really found it hard to remember every detail, since she could still hardly believe that it had occurred. She and Kurt had gone up to the roof swimming pool after work, enjoying the evening sunset over the city skyline. They had been alone at the pool, and for some reason it seemed that Kurt couldn't keep his eyes off Stacey. She had felt naked under his gaze, as though the scanty bikini she was wearing only accented her excitingly shaped figure, mature, womanly, but still petite and almost fragile with a nipped-in waist swelling curvaceously downward to voluptuously rounded hips and buttocks, gently tapering thighs and long, curving line of calves, tiny ankles and equally small, narrow feet ... and upward to full-mounded breasts that were barely contained in the mere suggestion of a bra-top, all crowned by long, honey blonde hair over a beautiful face with wide, jade-green eyes, a short pretty nose and somewhat full, sensuous lips.

"You know, I sure am lucky to have such a sexy little sister!" he had complimented, unable to hide the salacious look in his eyes.

Stacey couldn't help seeing the hungry leer he gave her, but she tried to ignore it, telling herself that he was only seeing what any man' would have seen, for she was aware that her stunning figure always seemed to have some effect on males. But this was her own brother, and he had never really looked at her like that before. Of course, when they were smaller, they had played house the way all kids do, and when they were in their preteens, Kurt had tried some of the funny business like touching her pussy that big brothers are known for. But nothing serious had ever happened, thank God, and since they had grown up Kurt had never given the slightest hint of sexual desire for his twenty-year-old younger sister. In their apartment, they had always observed an unspoken decorum that neither had broken, so that there was never an outward sign of the inner loneliness they both sometimes felt, not having any steady lovers of their own.

In a way she was happy that Kurt found her so attractive-she supposed it was just her natural female pride in her physical appearance. And she couldn't deny that he was just as attractive as she was.

"Well, brother dear," she had returned, "You're mighty handsome yourself, you know!"

It was true. Kurt was a strapping six feet tall, lithe, strong, and athletic. He was twenty-five, five years older than she. He had the same jade-green eyes looking out under wavy blond hair over a boyish grin. If they weren't brother and sister, they certainly would have made a striking couple, and Stacey had often enjoyed the admiring stares of strangers when the two of them went out together to a restaurant or theater, arm in arm. But Stacey had always assumed that some day she would meet a man who could be everything Kurt was to her and more -- someone she could make love to, and have babies with-someone she could marry!

She had tried to imagine what it would be like to be married ... and a man making love to her for the first time. The images were blurred, and the question was academic. Of course, she had read some books, and she knew the mechanics of sex, but never having experienced anything bordering on a true sexual coupling she couldn't really fill in the details.

But her brother, Kurt, she thought, was sexually knowledgeable and highly experienced. Sometimes the way he talked about sex let her know that there was almost nothing he didn't know about it.

After the sun had set in all its magnificence over the city skyline, they had taken the elevator back down to their apartment, still wearing their wet swimming suits under their matching terry cloth robes. Stacey had gone into her own bedroom, with its adjoining bath. Quickly, she had stripped off her clammy bikini and stepped into the shower. Afterward, she toweled herself dry with a luxuriously soft, terry bath towel, draped it around her nudity and walked into her bedroom; then, intent upon searching out the whereabouts of a pair of her nylon panties in her dresser drawer, she was not conscious of the door having been opened and closed softly. It was not until she straightened up, the wispy panties in her hand, that she saw him standing there behind her, the mirror reflecting his naked body.

Stacey had often seen her brother naked, so she felt no alarm at first. Laughing, she said to him, looking at his reflection in the mirror still, "What's the matter, big brother, can't you find-your drawers?"

Then, she saw it! His penis was hard, elongated, and pulsing warmly, as it speared out dangerously from his loins! She had never seen him like this, and her eyes were now drawn to it like bits of iron to a magnet. My God ... it's absolutely beautifully monstrous! Wide-eyed, she gaped down at his loins, unable for the moment to speak ... or even move. She felt hot all of a sudden and yet as though she had just been dealt a stunning blow in the belly; shock raced through her unchecked, for somehow, she knew that her darling Kurt, her trusted older brother, had come into her bedroom with something incestuous on his mind. He wants to ... it was unthinkable. My own brother! With an effort of will, her eyes swept up his trimly lithe body to his face, seeking some kind of answer or reassurance, at least, she might be wrong.

Her brother walked toward her, his face a mask of hopeless lust, his lips spilling out words ... words she couldn't believe.

"I can't stand it any longer, Stacey ... you're the only girl I really love!"

Frantically, she clutched the towel close to her, while her heart hammered against her ribs, the meaning of what he was saying skidding around inside her skull, telling her that it was true. He wanted to ... to fuck her ... right then, and he was serious! God! She had imagined the day she would open her legs for the first time for her husband, beautiful, mysterious, and romantic, coming in to her marriage bed, pure and virginal ... and suddenly, she was confronted with the reality of her own brother wanting to take her virginity from her!

"My God, Kurt!" she choked. "You ... can't mean it?" Her troubled green eyes were drawn hypnotically to the massively throbbing shaft of his penis below.

"Honey, Stacey, yes! I can't stand it any longer, I tell you! Nobody else means as much to me as you do ... I want to fuck you, Stacey!" Stacey stepped back away from him, as though she had trod on a burning hot coat, while that harsh four-letter word drilled deep into her brain, jolting her with its uncouth sound.

"Kurt, what are you saying?" she snapped, as determination not to let it happen now flooded through her. "We can't do that! You're my brother! You know I love you too, but ... we can never do that!"

"Yeah, I know about all that," Kurt said as he reached her, planting himself solidly in front of her, his big hand going out to grasp the towel and strip it from her luscious, cringing body. "But I need you ... you're the one I love!"

Then, dropping the towel, he enfolded her in ,his arms, pressing her shameful nakedness against his own tightly, as he leaned his head down to kiss her, capturing her lips with his own, flattening and spreading them with furious ardor, until her mouth was forced open and his tongue darted sinuously into the moistly warm sweetness of his little sister's mouth to taste and savor it probingly.

Futilely, she struggled writhing in the circle of his hard-muscled arms in an attempt to escape him, but he was too strong. Her big brother held her tight and close, her struggles only inciting him further as her naked abdomen ground against the massive hardness of his cock, standing up jack staff- between them. She felt it throbbing warmly, seeming to bore hotly into the soft flesh of her naked belly almost like a red-hot poker and reminding her with its imposing presence of what he intended to do. A hollow, helpless fear she had never felt before came alive churningly in the pit of her stomach. My God! He's really going to ... try ... to fuck me!

Helpless to do anything about it, Stacey felt herself being propelled toward her bed, the fear in her seeming to flee in the face of something stronger. It was an igniting spark of responding desire that had lain dormant, banked there in her loins, suppressed and ignored, that was now being blown to smoldering life, leaving her confused, as her resistance ebbed from her, weakening her ... and she found herself moving with her older brother and allowing him to push her down to the soft mattress. She seemed to float in sort of slow-motion, suspended animation. Then, she was stretched out on the bed with Kurt there beside her. Suddenly, a lewd wantonness surged through her, making her want to feel her brother's body next to hers ... to feel the joys of adult love ... to experience it all ... all the way.

Avidly, his greedily eager hands began to explore her body, caressing and kneading the full, swelling mounds of her sensitive breasts, feeling their pliant, satin like .smoothness and glorying in his sudden possession of them. Damn! He'd been waiting for so long to try to get the happiness he knew he would have with her! He had tried to suppress it as long as he could, but today, when she'd been splashing so happily around-in that little bikini, he couldn't help himself any longer. He loved her so much, every inch of her. Christ! He was only a man! He wanted to fuck her ... right now!

Her nipples began to distend, the areolas to draw up at their bases, and she felt the glowing sensations he generated in her breasts that seemed to flow downward to her quaking belly, almost like a fiery stream of molten lava seeking the lowest elevation and filling her with a raw desire she had never known could exist. His mouth left hers then, and he was kissing and sucking on one of her fully elongated and sensitive nipples. Suddenly, his sharp teeth bit into it, causing her to whine in feeble complaint.

"Please ... honey, don't! Please. . . don't do it!" she pleaded, sensing that she couldn't allow him to do what he intended. It was wrong, it was no good! If she could just get him to stop, right then ... before she was too far gone, it would be all right ... but it was going to take every ounce of will power she possessed.

She might as well not have spoken, begging him to stop. His hands prowled her body boldly with a mind of their own, and he wouldn't listen, turning a deaf ear to her whining pleas. He smoothed-his palms over her ribs and down across the smooth, flat plane of her belly until he was teasing lewdly in the soft golden curls of her pubic hair, causing her to prickle with a strange, new anticipation, down between her tightly clamped thighs. Desperately, she tried to squirm away from his warmly dangerous hand. She knew that if he were to possess her there ... get his hand in between her legs, down there, it would be the beginning of the end ... of her resistance, of her virginity. Oh ooohh! I can't ... let him ... do it!

Then, his mouth had sought hers again, and he was kissing her, his demanding tongue probing between her lips and trying to snake its way up between them. Suddenly, unable to stop herself from doing it, her mouth opened and her own tongue slid quickly up into his mouth to be nibbled and sucked, while below, his hands followed her hotly writhing loins. Deftly, he slipped his middle finger down the soft, moist slit of her pussy lips, splaying them open slightly ... enough to allow his finger to find the pulsingly erect bud of her clitoris, which he massaged with gentle yet firm authority. It was vibrantly hard, signaling him instantly that she was getting as hot as he was ... that it would be only a matter of moments before he could finally cradle himself between her trembling white thighs and drive his aching cock deep, deep into her tight little unfucked cunt. Christ! How badly he wanted to fuck it to her! When he touched the hardened shaft of her clitoris for the first time, he felt the recoiling shock of it in her body, heard her quickly indrawn, rasping breath, followed by her moan of mixed defeat and pleasure. Abjectly, she groaned up into his mouth, barely able -to contain herself as she writhed helplessly on his tantalizing finger.

Desperately, she wrenched her mouth aside and panted up into her older brother's face, "Oh, God ... Kurt, dear ... we can't do this ... we mustn't! We're brother and sister!"

"I don't care about all that any more, Stacey ..." he breathed into her ear. "You're my sister and you're beautiful and I want you naked and warm beneath me, that's all I know."

And then, she felt the hard, vibrant warmth of his penis against the smooth inner flesh of her thigh, as he pressed it firmly against her there. Strange! There was moisture smearing on her thigh, and she wondered: Is it his sperm? Then, she remembered. No, it was the other thing she had read about ... the lubricant that comes out first. Meanwhile, his finger, searching expertly in the secret places of her virginal young pussy had not stopped for a moment. It was there now, assaulting her desire-tingling passage ... and she realized suddenly that she was getting all moist and ready down between her legs. Dear God ... ! What was wrong with her? His finger had worked down her trembling pussy-slit until it was actually teasing just up inside her vaginal walls! "Oooooooh!" she mewled, mounting excitement causing her to involuntarily arch her neck, her head beginning a side-to-side roll, uncontrollably, and her naked buttocks ground down into the soft mattress, endeavoring to escape the rapaciously tantalizing finger in her cuntal passage. No! No! Noooo! The word caromed around inside her skull. I can't! I just won't ... let this happen!

After a few more moments, his mouth pulled away from hers, and he dipped his head down to her breast, cupping the warmly pliant flesh in his hand, as he took a tiny, spiked-out, erectly sensitive nipple between his moist lips, sucking it deeply into his mouth.

She knew that she had to stop him before it was too late! But how? God ... how do I stop him? Worse yet, she did not know how she was going to stop herself!

Kurt's voracious sucking mouth was alternating now between her breasts, and slowly his hand eased from between her legs, his finger trailing upward, once again, to caress massaging the short, hardened bud of her clitoris. Again also, she tried to protest with words, then with her hands, attempting weakly to push his hand away from her pubic triangle, but neither her voice nor her hands would respond; then she attempted to writhe her body away to deny him her breasts, but instead it seemed that everything, she did only tended to arouse her more. Belatedly, she realized that her actions only served to incite him more, also, making it a sort of cycle. For long, delicious moments, his mouth played on her throbbing breasts, his tongue finally trailing moistly through the narrow, fleshy valley between the mounded fullness of them ... and on downward. ...

His body slithered hotly down over her trembling belly, as his body moved up over her, his hardened cock sliding into the valley formed by her clenching thighs.

Lightly, teasingly, his moist, hot tongue dipped into the shallow depression of her navel for a long moment, bringing mewls of pleasure to her lips ... before moving lower yet.

An involuntary gasp of surprise and erotic joy escaped her then, as his mouth inched lower and lower ... until it was there, sending maddening patterns of indecently lewd sensations charging through her inexperienced body. His tongue was replacing his finger! It was pressuring down from the top of her desire-heated cuntal slit to lap at the sensitive pleasure bud of her clitoris, and she couldn't stop him! She wasn't even sure she wanted to stop him anymore, the pleasure of it was beginning to be so great!

Then, she felt her thighs being pressed apart; she guessed what he was going to do next, but she was powerless to resist him as he hunched up between her obscenely splayed legs, his head going down between smoothly tapered thighs, until he was nuzzling her traitorously acquiescing pussy. Her breath was sucked in a startled gasp as she felt his thumbs pressing outward, spreading the soft, golden, hair-covered lips of her cunt. The cool air of the room washed over the warm, moist pussy-flesh, and she realized how obscene the situation was ... how utterly impossible! Again, she tried to stop him, but she seemed to be paralyzed, immobile ... almost as though she wanted this to happen, without having to take the responsibility of it upon herself.

With greedy avidity, Kurt's tongue flicked out, the tip of it teasing moistly against the short, hardened mound of her clitoral shaft, causing it to pulse with sensations she had never felt before this. Then, his fingers were spreading the tightly resilient opening of her cunt wider yet, and he felt the thin membrane of her hymen, intact, unbroken ... completely virginal. God! My little sister's a real cherry! There's never been anything bigger than a finger in there! It's gorgeous! With a moan of uncontrollable lust, he dropped his tongue downward from her clitoris and shot it deeply into the coraline moistness of her smooth, throbbing cuntal opening.

Her body recoiled convulsively from the sudden, moist contact, and she knew then that this was actually something she wanted! It was beautiful ... it was her own beloved brother after all! And it wasn't the same as it would be if he used his enormous, hard penis, shoving it into her vagina and breaking her maidenhood forever. It was a handy rationalization, as wantonly, she reached down, her fingers entangling in her brother's hair to pull his mouth hard in against her insanely demanding, loins.

"Oh, ooooohh, ooooohhh!" she moaned, as she felt his long, agile tongue flicking in maddening circles just inside the opening of her vagina, sending delightful spasms of pure sexual pleasure surging through her. Oh, God! That feels ... so good!

But, in the next moment of her own amazement, she heard herself groaning, "We've got to stop ... sweetheart! We've ... got ... to ... stop!"

Surprisingly, he did stop. He was moving up over her, wedging his hips down between her cringing thighs, leaving her unsatisfied cunt and filling her with both disappointment and consternation. Now her vagina was burning alive with the fire of her own female need ... but she didn't want this! Why did he have to change?

Below, his lust-inflated cock, aroused beyond all reason now, stabbed ineffectually at the constantly moving target of her cuntal opening as she writhed under him trying to keep him from shoving it into the untried tenderness of her young, virginal cunt. Finally, in desperation, Stacey reached down between her legs and gripped the thick length of his hardness in her tiny, desperate hand. God ... it's so big! She felt it warm and throbbing in her hand, as she deflected yet another plunging attempt on his part to thrust it into her. The loose skin slipped along its length, the bulbous head reaching out yearningly toward its ultimate goal.

She had never touched a man's cock before, and she felt a tingling thrill of unwanted delight as she sensed its power, pulsing there in her hand so impatiently. Then she realized that her small fingers couldn't encircle it. Oh, God, it'd split any woman right open! It was impossible for this enormous thing to go into her tiny opening! Yet, perversely, her state of arousal, knowing no logic now, obeying no boundaries, caused her to toss aside all inhibitions. What would it be like ... if she were to let him bury it deep inside her passion-inflamed cunt? She was tempted. God! This was the way it was supposed to be ... with a man and woman who loved each other. But Kurt was her brother! Maybe I'm wrong, she thought. Maybe it would be all right if I let Kurt go ahead and do it to me ... just once. Instinctively then and quite eagerly her hand began to stroke massagingly up and down the .throbbing alive shaft of his cock, rubbing up and down its massive hardness with maddeningly tantalizing strokes.

Kurt, lying on top of her, grunted with frustration as he flexed his hips, still trying to shove his aching cock into the moistly tight smoothness of her pussy. His teeth ground together and his breath was laborious as he gasped, "Stacey, honey ... put it in for God's sake! Put it in your cunt! I want to fuck you ... right now! I've got to fuck you ... Stacey!"

Again, his lewd use of that obscene, four-letter word jolted her. Somehow she just couldn't let this go on. And yet, down below, her treacherously pulsating cunt was quivering with need for him, too!
"Darling..." she moaned, "I love you ... but I can't do this! I ... just can't ... do it! You'd hate me afterward ... if I ... if I let you ... let you fuck me. I'm your sister!"

"Christ ... it doesn't make any difference! You're a woman now, and I'm a man! And I've got to fuck you ... now!" he whined with passion. "Anyway ... if you love me you won't let me hang here in mid-air, with my balls and cock aching ... so God-damned hot and frustrated!"

All of her physical being, her lust-incited body, was telling her that she had to give in and let him do it to her; all the while, however, her moralistic mind had tried to maintain a modicum of control, attempting to keep her inflamed senses check-reined, but God ... how she wanted it ... wanted him ... wanted his hardened shaft buried deep up inside her hungrily demanding cunt, fucking her to starry-eyed orgasm!

Heaving himself up above her on muscular arms, her older brother used all the strength of his back and legs to flex his pelvis, driving his lust-engorged cock straight toward the softly pulsing entrance to her cuntal passage. At the same time he pressed her legs back, upturning her naked loins and exposing her completely to his rapacious assault. For a flickering instant, Stacey relaxed her grasp on the throbbing shaft of his cock, allowing the bulbous cock-head to nestle into the tender, virginal flesh of her pussy.

The flashing, electrical contact, the sudden realization that a sexual moment of truth had been reached, causing something to snap in her brain, transported her in a twinkling back to the glaring daylight of raw reality. What am I doing? What am I thinking about?

"No!" she cried frantically. "Oh, noooooo!"

His mouth dropped down to capture her contorted lips, smothering her voice, but she talked up into the wetness of his mouth, even as he tried to squirm his cunt-seeking cock into her now fear-cringed vaginal opening. Just a little more, he thought, and I'll be inside of her! And when I am I'll fuck her so good.

"I can't stand it, Stacey! I want it up between your legs now!" he cried.

She kissed him back hard then, allowing him to slither his voracious tongue into her mouth as he continued to thrust his cock into her moist, hair-lined cunt-mouth. It went into her a fraction of an inch more, and she suddenly knew that if she didn't do something quickly, the breaking of her hymen would be an accomplished fact and she would no longer be a virgin! Insanely, she writhed her hips under him to keep him from penetrating into her smooth, pink passage, so moistly prepared already for his plundering entrance, his every stroke sending wild sensations surging through her uncontrollably. In final desperation Stacey reached down with her other hand, gripping his monstrously invading cock's shaft now with both hands, and wrenched it away from her wanting cum's mouth, twisting it and pulling upward. Dimly, she knew that he, too, was in desperate straits ... that her denial would leave him frustrated beyond all reason. But she was willing to do anything at that moment to help him gain release ... except the one thing she knew he really wanted. She just couldn't let him do that!

Holding firmly onto the warm vibrant rod of his desperately ramming cock with both hands, she cried out groaningly, "Kurt! Oh, please ... Kurt, darling ... let me do something else to make it all right for you?" she pleaded with him, meaning every word of it now. The idea was strange to her, but at that moment, she would have gladly let him use her mouth or her breasts ... if only to avoid actually being fucked by her own brother!

And then suddenly he was pumping wildly, his hips driving the demanding shaft of his cock back and forth in the double-handed grip she had on it, his breath raspy in his throat, his breath coursing in short, gasping pants. She felt the shaft of his cock expand jerkingly in her hands, as helpless gasps of passion purred from his lips, ending in a deeply gasping sob.

"Oh, good God ... I'm cumming!" he groaned.

Spurting from the slitted head of his cock, the hot fluids of his semen hosed from him thickly in seemingly never-ending ejaculative spasms, and she felt it hot and wet on her naked belly. It began to seep down between her thighs, some of it drenching the soft golden curls of her pubic hair. All she could think of then was a heartfelt murmur of thanksgiving. Thank God! I'm glad! I'm glad he came ... like this!

She released his wildly spewing prick to hug him close to her as he collapsed on top of her shudderingly. Her own arousal was still unsatisfied. Her cuntal passage still tingled where he had tried to ram his blood-engorged cock into the vestibule, but she knew that she was right in not letting him do this terrible thing to her. Later he would be grateful that she had restrained him. Her own desire would cool, she decided.

In the next moment, her older brother was heaving himself off of her, his lips pressed together and his eyes averting hers.

"That's not what I wanted, Stacey!" he said in a dull, almost threatening voice. "I can jack-off any time I want to! I didn't just need to shoot off, you know! It was you I wanted to fuck and cum up inside of. You're the most beautiful woman in the world to me."

"I'm sorry, Kurt," said Stacey pleadingly. "I'm sure you'll come to your senses soon! After all, I'm your own sister!"

"My sister?! Christ! You're a woman, a beautiful woman! And I love you!" He crawled from the bed then and stamped away on his bare feet toward his own room, leaving his younger sister sexually frustrated, insulted, demeaned, and totally miserable ... naked and shamed, on her own bed. She tried to hold back the tears brimming to her eyes as long as she could. But when she heard the door to their apartment close behind him as he left a few moments later, she let it all out then. Bitter and wet, the tears flowed from her eyes as her body was wracked with sob after sob of self-pity.

But then she had pulled herself together as much as she could, trying to analyze what had happened. She didn't know what had brought this storm of passion out of her brother, and she didn't know what she was going to do about it. Somehow she felt she had lost all respect for him, all trust.

And now, she forced herself to begin packing -- packing for a vacation trip she no longer wanted to go on, that she no longer knew how she was going to get through. They were scheduled to leave early in the morning, and she didn't even know where her brother was! What if he didn't come back? How could she explain things to Bill and Birdie?



Chapter 2

Birdie opened the apartment door a crack and then flung it wide when she was sure that it was Kurt at the door.

"Hi, honey!" she cried happily. "Come .on in! I was just thinking about calling your house. I won't be able to leave in the morning with the rest of you guys. The hospital just called me in to work in the morning. But you and Stacey can go up, and then we'll come up later when I get off work at 3:30. Nothing's going to spoil this trip!"

"Something already has spoiled the trip," said Kurt glumly, following her into the living room of Bill and Birdie's stylish apartment.

"Why, Kurt, what's the matter?" said Birdie, realizing now the dark mood he was in and becoming instantly sympathetic.

"I did something really dumb tonight, Birdie," confessed Kurt. "You know how much I love my sister, and now I really blew it. But I want her to become like us, Birdie, to know and understand about lovemaking. I want her to let me fuck her, Birdie, you know that. So anyway, tonight when I .saw her at the swimming pool in her bikini, I knew that I just couldn't wait any longer. I just had to have her. But she wouldn't let me, Birdie, she just refused to understand! She thinks that because I'm her older brother I have no right to love her that way. Instead she made me cum in her hands like a little teenager. I feel shamed now, and I don't know how I'll ever get her trust back again."

Birdie smiled, "Aw, Kurt, it's not as bad as you think, honey. She'll come around. You just have to give her time to get used to the idea; that's all. Why, she's probably feeling sorry for refusing you right now!"

"Do you think so, Birdie?" queried Kurt hopefully. "I just don't know how I'm going to face her again."

"Listen, Kurt, even I was that way once, you know. There comes a time for every woman if she's at all lucky in life when she realizes what making love is all about. Stacey loves you, Kurt. She doesn't have a boyfriend. Why, after this trip I guarantee she'll be just as happy and free as we are."

"God, I hope so, Birdie. She's so beautiful. I just hate to see her going to waste like this."

"Well, right now, Kurt, I hate to see you going to waste. Bill's over at his mother's house across town and I know he won't be back until late. You look like you could use a little bit of loving yourself right now."

With that, Birdie took Kurt's hands and put them around her waist as she moved closer to him on the sofa. She smiled and seemed to melt as she raised her lips to him, open-mouthed, for his kiss. Kurt had made love to Birdie several times before, and now it seemed the most natural thing in the world for him to hold her close in the circle of his arms, his hands smoothing down her back to the full-swelling mounds of her voluptuous buttocks, fingers digging into the pliant flesh through the light material of her house dress, while above his mouth absorbed her tiny, wet tongue that slithered sinuously into it. Her loins were plastered solid and hard against him, and as he pulled her in even harder, he felt her hips rotate suggestively. Now this felt so right, so fine. Birdie was a beautiful woman, dark-haired and dark-eyed, sweet and passionate. He had such a beautiful relationship with her. And he and her husband Bill had worked out a sort of tacit understanding about the whole thing. After all, Bill fooled around on the side quite a bit, and sometimes, Kurt knew, he had even brought a girl home to make a threesome with his wife. Theirs was what they called a modern marriage, one in which both parties were free to indulge their human desires to some degree. How he wished that he could get his sister Stacey to understand that kind of thinking!

His hot blood began pumping strongly, to be trapped in the elongating and hardening shaft of his penis, and he felt his balls being drawn up tight to his abdomen by his contracting scrotal sac, as his erection grew to fullness inside his confining trousers. It was an ego-satisfying feeling, and he was going to make the most of it. Damn! Now he was anxious to get Birdie stripped naked and into a bed ... go home and try to make up with Stacey.

Finally, after long moments, Bill Wilson's wife leaned back in the circle of his strong arms, breaking the deep communion of their kiss and grinning impishly up into his face through her dark, smoldering eyes. "Shall we smoke a joint first, darling?" she asked.

He answered her with a smile and she got up and walked across the room to the bookshelf, bending over to seek out the small wooden stash box that was hidden there and extracting a single hand-rolled marijuana cigarette from it before replacing the box on the shelf. Kurt followed her with his eyes, enjoying the view of her sexily swaying hips, the blue-black sheen of her long hair hanging down her back, and below those luscious legs, smooth and creamy, tapered to perfection. How he loved the times he had been cradled between those satin-smooth thighs as he shoved his throbbing demanding cock deep into the moist warmth of her clinging cuntal sheath. He would never want to see the day that he could get no more of that.

He got up and in three long steps he pulled her close into his arms, again, his mouth hungry on hers as his tongue shot splurgingly between her soft, full lips deep into her mouth to search and taste. Obligingly, she nibbled , and sucked on his tongue; while at the same time, her tiny hand slid in between them to caress massagingly the huge bulge of his erect penis, inside his pants. Then, dexterously she searched for and found the tab to his zippered fly to lower it, the metallic sigh seeming louder than it really was in the quiet peacefulness of the living room. With sure, deft knowledge, Birdie Wilson snaked her tiny soft hand inside .his fly, gripped the warmly pulsing shaft of his massively hardened cock, and pulled it out into the cool air of the room, where it stood up long and hard in her hand between them.

He thrilled to her touch, his cock's shaft lurching involuntarily in her hand, and his own fumbled with the zipper running down the back of her dress. When he had lowered it to the base of her spine, his hand went inside the dress to caress the smooth, velvet like skin of her back, feeling it warm and vibrant on his palm. Now, he was really in a hurry. He had to have her stripped naked, the sooner the better ... like right then!

Breaking the tongue jousting kiss, he leaned back away from her, pulling the dress down over her arms and forcing her to release the grasp of his hardened cock-shaft. Then as he slipped the garment down over the swell of her hips, Birdie gave Kurt a big, beautiful, loving smile that made his heart swell with pride.

She stepped out of the dress, then stooped and picked it up to carry into the bedroom, clad in only the briefest and wispiest of brassiere and panties. Kurt, following behind her, removed his pullover shirt as quickly as he could. "You know something," he said mischievously. "I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you!"

They were in the bedroom then and Kurt was kicking off his running shoes and dropping his Levis. His friend's wife watched him as he finished undressing, and he was standing before her nakedly tall and lithe, his pulsing erection spearing out enormously from the mass of reddish pubic hair covering his loins.

"You're not worried about Stacey any more, are you honey?" asked Birdie thoughtfully. "After this, you'll be able to face her nice and relaxed, won't you, Kurt?"

In that instant Kurt knew that everything would be all right. He was so grateful that he had a friend like Birdie. "You're right, sweetness," he nodded. "After this I'll be able to make up with her."

Then he came to her, reached around behind her and released the hooks of her brassiere. The garment came off in his hands to release the full high-set moons of her breasts, placed high and close together on her chest, the valley between them cloven deep. Damn! She was such a mouth-watering delicacy. In the next instant he had dropped his mouth to a spiked-out nipple, his lips capturing and engulfing it to suck and nibble. His hand cupped its satin-skinned twin, his strong fingers digging painfully into the pliant flesh. She moaned softly as she leaned against him, her hips undulating in tiny circles on the hardened flesh of his cock trapped between their bellies.

Bill Wilson's wife felt that telltale weakness in her knees which told her of her building arousal. She forced herself to pause then, pulling away to find the matches that lay on her bedside table and lighting the joint she held in her hand, taking a deep puff and handing it to Kurt. She liked Kurt a lot, and he always seemed to have this effect on her. But of course, he wasn't the only man who could do that to her. There had been and would always be others, including Kurt and her own husband, Bill. That was just the way her personality was, and she accepted the fact totally.

Birdie stripped her panties off and stretched out on top of her bed. Kurt handed her the joint again as he lay down facing her, her dark, smoldering eyes wandering over his well-built body. She reached down to stroke the crinkled, velvet softness of his balls. She took another deep drag of the sweet-smelling smoke, then passed it over to Kurt once more, freeing her other hand to grasp the rock-hard shaft of his cock, expertly working the loose fold of his foreskin back over the angry red-fleshed cock-head. Then, slowly, her head came down to it, her tongue flicking out sinuously to lick away the tiny, droplet that oozed from the split in its tip. The electric contact caused his lush-stiffened penis to jerk and expand involuntarily in her tiny palm.

Then she took the smooth, rubbery coronal bulb deep up into her hot, wet mouth. Kurt's hand gripped her head as she began to suck enthusiastically, as always, her tongue doing wickedly erotic things to his swollen cockhead. He looked down at her smooth, alabaster breasts that seemed to glow in the darkened bedroom, then his glance took in her satiny white back, nipped in at the waist, and full cream-white buttocks, returning finally to her lovely face, where the hardened shaft of his cock was disappearing into her mouth between the softness of her tightly ovalled, hungrily sucking lips. God damn! Why couldn't it be like this with Stacey? What a beautifully wanton and delectable. woman Birdie was ... and he loved her in a friendly sort of a way, knowing that he could never have her for himself, alone. She had made it clear, plainly understandable, from the very beginning that she would never leave Bill. But she just loved uninhibited sex ... and so did her contented husband!.

Bill's wife's head was beginning to bob up and down now, absorbing more and more of his throbbing length. Her tongue swirled around the tip of it on the outstroke, causing delicious sensations to pound through him as everything seemed to concentrate there in the pulsing head of his cock. Kurt flicked his hips to drive it deeper into her mouth and throat, as he held firmly onto her head.

"God ... that feels good, Birdie!" he choked. "But I want to shove it in your cunt, now! I want to feel that luscious pussy of yours milking my cock ... and ..."

He released his grip on her head, and she allowed the moist shaft of his cock to slide out of her mouth. Then she slithered her body back up to lie next to him on her back. Looking downward, he could see her slightly spread thighs, the dark, soft curls of her pubic hair and the pink flesh of her cuntal slit, the two tiny petals of her vaginal opening peeping out, glistening dully with the viscous droplets of moisture exuding from the walls of her cunt. "I've got to get my cock in you for a really good fuck!" he exclaimed, grasping her knees and splaying her smoothly tapered white thighs apart to reveal the whole, exciting feast of her loins to his gaze.

But first he lowered his face down between her legs where it poised just over the split of her coral-hued cuntal flesh. Birdie looked down at him through the deep, narrow valley between her full, erectly mounded breasts and hoped that he would use his mouth on her first. She went absolutely wild with wanton passion when a man -- any man did that to her.

Instantly, his head dropped the final few inches and his tongue shot out to bury itself deep into the moistened orifice of her wildly anticipating vagina, which brought a moaning mewl of pleasure to her lips. Then, as his tongue twirled in expertly teasing circles just inside her already lust-inflamed cuntal opening, she reached down and entangled her fingers in his tousled blond hair to pull his face in tight to her undulant loins. Gasping as she felt the high-voltage sensations begin to crackle through her body, she felt Kurt's head move up and down in her cuntal valley. Then, he raised his lips, his tongue pressuring up through the moist pinkness of her throbbing cuntal slit to find the short, hardened shaft of her clitoris. She moaned as his tongue danced a staccato rhythm along the sensitive bud.

Birdie could be still no longer. Quickly pushing his head out from between her legs, she was up on her knees, and was forcing him backward: "Now you lie down!" she commanded. Kurt stretched out to his full length in the middle of the bed, while his friend's wife reversed her position, throwing a leg over his body, her buttocks facing his head. Then, as she knelt down on all fours, her head came down over his loins, at the same time as the whole of her pussy, tinged scantily with dark, softly curling pubic hair, hung just over his face tantalizingly.

With a moan of renewed anticipation, Kurt felt Bill Wilson's wife take the hardened shaft of his cock into her tiny, soft hands. Then, as she seemed to be rolling it back and forth between her palms, he felt the surging lurch of it. God damn! His penis was jerking spasmodically, and he felt the deliciously moist warmth of her mouth smooth and tantalizing when she ovalled her lips to take the blood-engorged head of his cock up into her mouth once more.

Hanging there undulating just above his own mouth was the tender, pink slit of his friend's wife's needful pussy, and as below, he felt the slow bob of her head up and down the expanding shaft of his cock, her tongue swirling lickingly around the head on each upstroke. He reached up with his hands and spread the dewy lips of her vagina; then raising his head slightly, he met her loins as they came down tight against his face, his tongue snaking out to delve deeply into the sheath of her cuntal opening. He heard her quickly indrawn gasp of pleasure from deep in her chest. It was a sex game they both loved to play, and he knew how it was with her. Oral manipulation of her cunt almost drove her out of her mind; four, five, or more orgasms shuddered through her body deliciously, at times, but damn it ... I want to do some regular fucking, too ... shove my cock into her and fuck her for all she's worth!

Nevertheless, the sensations burgeoning in his penis, as her honey-smooth mouth sucked at him, her head moving up and down, now, in a gradually faster tempo her mouth and throat taking ever more and more of his lust-hardened shaft, caused him to begin an instinctive flexing of his loins to drive it upward into her oral cavern with urgent fucking movements. Somewhere deep in his belly, behind the base of his cock, he felt the searing heat of his sperm ready to burst over the spillways in its mad rush of ejaculative release, having been dammed up far too long already.

Thrusting his tongue, forward and down, then, as he pulled it out of the moistened depths of her clasping vagina, he found the erectly pulsing shaft of her clitoris. Wildly, he began to lick up and down the hard, little bud, the tip of his tongue searching for the sensitive head of the miniature phallus, and her pussy ground down hard against his lips in insane gyrations. Damn! She's almost ready to cum! The knowledge goaded him to even greater effort, as his wet tongue danced tantalizingly right on the lust-throbbing head of her clitoral bud.

Suddenly, she moaned around the thick root of his penis, her body spasming jerkily, hips grinding and her breath coming in panting gasps through her nose. He guessed that she had come to a soaring climax while still sucking voraciously on his expanding cock. Only unintelligible sounds seemed to emanate from deep in her throat and chest, animal-like.

Birdie Wilson's body was quiet then, the convulsive spasms giving way to tiny tremblings, which he could feel in the smooth flesh of her inner thighs where his hands still spread the lips of her cunt open to his lewdly plundering tongue. He went right on, his tongue licking her clitoris now with insane desire, as he felt the burning sensation of beginning climax; the molten lava of his semen was almost ready to erupt from him. Oh, Christ! Suck it ... hard! Suck at! Suck it! SUCK IT!

He found himself slamming his hips up at her face to drive his demanding cock deeper yet into her mouth ... and then it was there for him. He came! The scalding stream rushed jet like the length of his thrusting, expanding cock; his brain was caught in a sensation of suspended time and place; and there was nothing but the feel of his penis jerking wildly and spewing' forth his load of viscid sperm deep into her mouth. He could feel her throat working, heard the muted sound of it, as she swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked, his penis a concentrated mass of sensation, his balls tingling, and he roared through clenched teeth gutturally, a meaningless, feral sound of completion. God! It was pure ecstasy!

As from a distance he heard her. She was saying words, words he couldn't understand for a moment of two. Finally, his senses cleared and he understood what she wanted, for her pussy was undulating again, down against his mouth. "Oh good God! Kurt ... darling! Don't stop ... now!- Don't ... stop!"

She was kneeling up over him, her heated pussy pressing down hard against his mouth and nose and cutting off his breathing. He knew, that she was going to cum again ... but there was little he could do for her.

Using the muscular strength of his arms, he pushed up against her thighs, causing her to pitch forward; she caught herself on her hands, looked back at him and groaned, "What the hell ... ?"

"Stay like that ... with your ass up in the air!" Kurt told his friend's wife, while he quickly scrambled down behind her, his hands going out to spread and hold her cunt's lips apart. Then, he dropped his head down, his tongue shooting out to tantalize her clitoris again stimulatingly.

"Oh, that's it ... darling!" she mewled.
Before his eyes was the tiny, crinkling orifice of her anal passage. He-could see it working tremblingly and decided on the instant that he would bring her to the absolute pinnacle.

Dipping his middle finger into the moisture that exuded wetly from her openly spread cunt-lips, he brought it up to begin a teasing circle of the tightly puckered ring of her rear passage. She recoiled with the first touch, then her hips undulated back against his tantalizing finger, and he heard her whine pleadingly, "Go ahead ... and do it, darling! Shove your finger in my ass!"

He did. He rammed his finger all the way to the palm in one smooth thrust. Birdie wailed keenly with the temporary pain of it, but in the next instant her loins backed grindingly against it to absorb his worming finger completely. For good measure, Kurt used his thumb, too. He thrust it deeply into the pink moistness of her vaginal opening, while at the same time his tongue licked at her clitoral bud.

Then, he began to move both his thumb and middle finger in a fucking motion in and out of both passages at the same time.

"Aaaaagh!" she groaned. "Oh, God ... darling, that feels ... so absolutely out of this world!"

For not more than a dozen strokes, he ravished her genitals, doubly, before she almost literally exploded into her second orgasm. Convulsively, she thrust back against him, and with a full-throated scream, she came.

"Aaaaaauuugggh! Gooddddd! I'm ccccuuummmiiinnng! Aaaaagggghhhh!"

Slowly, then, she sagged down -to the soft mattress, her breath uncontrolled, soft mewls of satisfaction emitting from her lips. As she collapsed, Kurt's thumb and finger were forced from her wetly clinging cunt and the smooth spongy depths of her rectum, and when she was prone on the bed he crawled up and lay down beside her on his side. After a few moments, she crept into the circle of his arms, feeling wholly and completely satiated.

They lay there for some time quietly, each enjoying the delicious aftermath of sexual satisfaction. Then, reluctantly, Kurt forced himself to stir. "I've got to get home, Birdie," he whispered. "There's a little job I have to do bright and early in the morning. I've got to make up with my little sister."

Birdie kissed him a last time on the lips, soft and warm. "Okay, honey," she sighed, pulling her dressing gown off the bedpost and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"I'll see you tomorrow evening when I get up there."



Chapter 3

Bill Wilson had already put his key in the lock of his apartment door by the time Kurt had gotten his clothes back on and had reached the living room of the Wilsons' apartment. Hearing the sound of his friend arriving home, Kurt sat down on the sofa, glad to be able to have a few words with Bill before he went home.

"Oh, Kurt, it's you!" said Bill cheerfully when he recognized his buddy. "Hey, man, what time are you and Stacey leaving in the morning? Birdie and I have to come up later-she's got to work until 3:30 in the afternoon. You think you and Stacey will be all right until us chaperones get there?" Bill laughed then, sitting down on the sofa next to Kurt.

Reminded of the situation with his younger sister, Kurt looked a bit downcast. "I don't know, Bill," he answered. "I kind of got into trouble with Stacey tonight. I tried to ... you know ... what we were talking about the other day ... I tried to screw her when we came down from the swimming pool. I just couldn't wait any longer, man, she just looked so cute in her little bikini and everything."

"Out of sight, man! Good for you!" exclaimed Bill, slapping Kurt on the back. "I'm glad you finally got your nerve up to give it a try! How did it go? Did she let you get anywhere?"

"Well, I guess she kind of did in a way. I ended up cumming in her hands, man, like a dumb kid. She wouldn't let me get any closer than that. But then, now that you mention it, she did let me suck her pussy for a while. I guess I should consider that I got pretty far, huh?"

"That was great, man!" said Bill happily. "Don't worry about a thing. If she let you do all of that, she really wants it as bad as you do, man. But she's young, she's a virgin, you've just got to take your time with her. Don't rush things. Wait until she gets up to the cabin with you tomorrow, then see what happens. I bet you twenty bucks you'll be able to screw her before we come back to work."

Kurt laughed then, thinking, that maybe his friend had a point. "Well," he said, smiling still, "I'll give it a try. But I sure was mad tonight when the thing didn't go over. I came over here to cry on Birdie's shoulder, and she told me the same thing you're saying now."

"That's good, man," said Bill reassuringly. "And whenever you get Stacey free of her old Victorian hang-ups, I sure would like to have a crack at her, too. That is, if you don't mind, big brother!" He laughed and slapped Kurt on the back again playfully.

Kurt really liked Bill, just the way he was. He was a great friend, someone you could count on for help and encouragement. It had taken Kurt quite a while to understand Bill. He had never met anyone before who was as carefree and generous as he was. It was hard for Kurt to believe there could even be a husband who was so completely nonpossessive about his own wife. But Birdie and Bill loved each other. They had worked out an arrangement whereby both of them could have their freedom to do as they liked, and yet they were as close and in love as any two people had ever been. After a while, Kurt had come to realize that Birdie wanted to make love to him, and that it was going to be okay with Bill if he did so.

Even then, he had held back, unable to bring himself to make love to his friend's wife. But he had realized that Bill actually wanted him to do it, that he was leaving him a thousand opportunities and chances to be alone with Birdie. Then, finally, one day, Bill had taken him aside, explaining the way it was with them, and telling him how much Birdie liked him. It was almost as though he had been extended a formal invitation. Bill had made him understand that it would please everyone if Kurt made love to Birdie, and afterward he had never regretted it, knowing Birdie and Bill had really changed his life. And he was going to share this understanding with his dear, sweet little sister.

"No, man," he finally answered. "Big brother won't mind at all!" Then he rose to start for home. "I'll see you tomorrow, Bill. I just hope that Stacey's still willing to go up to the cabin with -me."

Bill got up to see Kurt to the door. "Don't worry, Kurt," he reassured him one last time. "Just take your time. She wants to do it, don't forget!"

Bill closed the door and turned to stretch and yawn as he walked slowly back into the living room of his apartment. He turned off the light and moved silently into the bedroom. His wife was sprawled on top of the mussed bed, obviously sleeping. In the dim light of the darkened room, he could not fail to note her curvaceous legs, those beautifully tapered, white thighs, where at the apex of them, he could see her dark, curling pubic hair peeping out, barely covered by her dressing robe; above, he saw her sleep-tousled hair, jet black and shining, and just below the smooth-skinned neck, the robe was parted to reveal a full rounded, naked breast. I know they were screwing in here! he said to himself. She's the most beautiful woman in the world when she's relaxed like this ... and the sexiest woman I've ever known! For some reason, he loved to take his wife after she had made love to another man. It was then that she was at her best, her softest, her warmest. And he thought, as he had thought a thousand times before, that he was one hell of a lucky man to be married to her!

He could feel the blood pounding already in his cock- below, bringing it to hard readiness. Sitting down gently on the bed beside his dozing wife, his hand smoothed up and down her back, then went up inside her thin dressing gown to capture the softly pliant mound of a breast, his fingers rolling the nipple to almost instant hardness.

Her eyes fluttered as she stirred in her sleep. "Oh, Bill, honey," she said softly through sweetened lips. "You're home."

He answered her with a kiss, mashing her lips flat against her teeth, and his tongue stabbed into her mouth hungrily. Birdie seemed to melt into his arms, a renewed glow suffusing through her belly, as her own tiny hand groped out to him, rummaging in his lap until she found the hard shaft of his penis to rub massagingly through the material of his trousers.

Finally, she broke the kiss and panted chokingly, "Why don't you take your clothes off, darling?"

Bill got up off the bed and began to undress rapidly. His wife watched him, as the garments came off his body, revealing his hard muscled frame. While he was tugging off his clothes, he kept his brown eyes on her, watching as she tossed off the dressing gown and lay down on the bed, her legs spread almost obscenely, and he saw her hips rotating in tiny expectant circles. Damn! That's my little Birdie! She's already as hot as hell!

Birdie loved her husband. He was the dearest of all men to her. Even though she knew she could never be satisfied with just one man, she found him to be the best of lovers, and as she watched him, now standing before her with his massively stiffened cock lancing out from beneath his smooth-muscled abdomen, she renewed her vow that she would never lose him. He's too good a man!
Crawling -up on the bed over her, he lay down on top of his wife and said, "Birdie, darling, I love you. I want to make love to you!"

"I love you too, babe! Why don't you just go ahead and put your cock in me ... and fuck me ... hard!"

"Okay, doll ... if you want me to!"

"I do, Bill, darling! I want it ... hard and long ... and deep!"

And that was exactly what he did!



Chapter 4

It was almost one o'clock in the morning, but Stacey Jones could not sleep. She sat woodenly in the living room of the apartment she shared with her brother, wondering what had become of him. What if he didn't come home? What if he no longer wanted to go on the vacation they had planned? What would she say to Birdie and Bill Wilson when they came for them in the morning?

She felt a little bit silly. Kurt had wanted to make love to her, and she had refused him in a terribly juvenile way. After all, she had to admit to herself, when the time had come she actually wanted it almost as much as he did. She had barely been able to restrain herself from giving him all the sexual love she had been holding back for so long. She was twenty years old now, no longer a little girl, and there was no man on earth that she loved as much as she loved Kurt. She was living with him, they shared everything! He didn't have a girl friend or any special woman. And she didn't have a man friend that she would even consider making love to. Was she going to remain a virgin all her life?

Arid she had hurt Kurt's feelings, that was for sure. It wasn't like him to just leave the house without saying anything, and then to stay out as late as this without calling her to let her know he was all right. He loved her, and she had made him feel like a beast for trying to express his love in a physical way. What was she going to do? How could she make it up to him? Was she going to have to go all the way with her own big brother in order to keep things happy?

As the hour grew later Stacey grew more and more worried. Finally, she made up her mind. Kurt was the most important person in the world to her, and she promised herself solemnly that if he would just come home, if he would just give her a chance, she would make it all up to him. She would do anything she had to do in order for him to be happy! That was all there was to it. Once again, tears began to flow from her eyes, but these were not tears of anger.

"Oh, Kurt! Kurt!" she sobbed to the empty walls of their apartment. "Come home, Kurt! I'm sorry!" For .the first time since her parents had flied, Stacey felt she was losing her security, losing everything she needed in life to feel happy.

Kurt could hear her bawling even before he put his key in the lock of their apartment door. Damn! he thought to himself. Why did I have to make her feel so bad? As quickly as he could, he opened the door and in three strides he was sitting next to her on the couch, pulling her tear-stained face to his shoulder, enfolding her sweet, tender blonde head in his protective arms, patting her reassuringly on the back.

"Oh, Kurt, I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I've been such a fool!"

"It's all right, Stacey," he reassured her. "I love you, honey. It doesn't matter. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"But I love you, Kurt!" she protested, her voice muffled in the material of his shirt. "I want you to be happy. You don't have a woman to make love to! I want to give you what you need!"

Bill and Birdie were right! thought Kurt in a sudden joyous flash. She wants it as much as I do!

"Calm down, little sister," Kurt crooned now, patting her slowly and rocking his body slightly. "Don't cry anymore."

Her rhythmic sobbing began to slow down, and finally she was quiet. Every few moment she would sniffle slightly, but she was totally relaxed in her brother's arms as he held her on their living room sofa.

"Did you get packed for the trip, honey?" he finally asked her, pulling her head up to look into her eyes. "We're going to leave bright and early in the morning, you know."

"Y-yes, Kurt," she answered, rubbing the last vestiges of tears out of hex eyes and smiling now at him. "I didn't know if you would still want to go or not, but I packed all our things anyway, just in case."

"Of course I still want to go, honey!" Kurt laughed down at her cheerfully. "Who would want to miss a beautiful trip like that? And you know what else? We're going to have the place all to ourselves for the first day. Birdie has to work tomorrow at the hospital; so she and Bill are going to come up in the evening. Won't that be nice?"

"I-I guess so, Kurt. I mean ... do you think. ..."

"We'll see, baby. Let's not think about all that stuff right now. Let's just be glad that we're together and that we've got each other, all right? Come on now, I'll tuck you into your bed and you try to get a good rest for the morning."

Stacey was on cloud nine now. Kurt still loved her; everything was going to be all right. She was looking forward to their day alone in the mountains with almost equal amount of dread and happy anticipation. Glowing inside, she still felt a panicky feeling fluttering in her stomach. Was he going to. try to make love to her again? How should she react if he did?

And then, inside her heart, she made a final decision. No matter what happened, no matter how she felt about it or how afraid she was, if Kurt wanted to make love to her she would go along with it. He was that important to her, and she wanted him to be happy, it was just that simple. It was like a solemn vow.

But Kurt didn't try anything that night. He led her into her room, helped her to undress, put her in her bed like a little girl. He pulled the covers up over her warm body and tucked them in around her neck. Then he bent down quickly in the darkened bedroom and gave her a little, ultimately loving and tender kiss on her forehead before he tiptoed out of the room and closed the door silently behind him.

Stacey sighed deeply and curled up under the covers, almost asleep already. I have the most wonderful brother in the whole wide world! she thought before she felt herself falling down a long, dark bottomless tunnel of sleep.



Chapter 5

"You said we weren't going to hurt anybody, Jack!" said Jimmy Buckley as he pulled the car at top speed onto the highway. "And then you went ahead and shot that old man right in the chest! He might be dead for all we know by now, and you've got us involved in a murder rap!"

"Well, we had to get out of there, didn't we?" growled Jack Watson in reply from the backseat of the speeding automobile. "That old man was trying to be a hero, jumping on me like that. from behind. I don't take that from anybody. Anyway, what are you beefing about? We got the money, didn't we?" The heavy-set man patted the canvas bank bag that sat next to him on the car seat. "There must be at least thirty thousand in here, enough to get us all to Canada and set us up for quite a while."

The third man in the car spoke now from the side of the front seat. "I wasn't counting on actually shooting somebody, Jack. Those police are just going to be crawling everywhere now. They'll have the stick-up on the six o'clock news and before we know it we won't be able to move an inch without being recognized!"

"Don't worry," said Jack gruffly. "Just keep within the speed limit! We'll hole up somewhere for a while. And then if you want to we can split up!"

This wasn't the way Jimmy Buckley and Steve Torrance had planned it to be. They had planned to use their hands hidden in their coat pockets to rob the bank, not actually use any guns. But this Jack Watson had surprised them by whipping out a real revolver during the course of their holdup of the Lawrenceville Bank, and then he had shot the defenseless old man in the chest! Now both of them were sorry they had ever met Jack Watson. It had been his idea in the first place to stick up the place. They had all been to prison; they all knew the score. Broke and down-hearted, they had met Jack in a bar last night, and somehow they, had drunkenly evolved this plan to raise some ready cash, escape to Canada, and start a new life. Now it all seemed like a hopeless mess.

Now it seemed to Jimmy and Steve that Jack was taking over the whole operation. Jack was studying the road map now, and then he gave what sounded like orders: "Okay, turn off on the road that goes up the mountain, then we'll work our way down those back roads to the border highway."

"What good is that going to do us?" asked Jimmy Buckley.

"The pigs are going to set up a.; roadblock on this highway! We'll double back later better yet we'll stay in one of these little towns for a couple of days. They'd never look for us to hole up in the mountains ..."

"Where ... ?" Steve asked. "They'll check the motels and rental cabins ..."

"Well, we'll just pick out a place and take it over!" Jack explained.

There was really nothing for Jimmy and Steve to say now: Jack had a gun, and it was obvious that he didn't mind using it. They didn't want him to start feeling like they were going to give him any trouble now. Jimmy took the turn that he had been ordered to take, keeping the car under the speed limit carefully so as to avoid the attention of any police cars. He didn't know the area, and it seemed that they drove for hours. Still he waited almost fatalistically. for Jack Watson's next directions.



Chapter 6

The day dawned beautiful and sunny, and both Kurt and Stacey were up arid around by nine o'clock. Within an hour they were in their car, and Kurt headed out of the city, reaching the curving mountain road not long afterward.

Stacey felt good, but she wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen once they reached the mountain house. From time to time, it seemed that Kurt was glancing over at her with just the hint of a leer, his eyes sweeping over the curvaceous outlines of her body under the summer dress she wore, her beautiful legs showing expansively below the short hem.

Oh God! He's going to try it again! she thought desperately. Every mile of upward climb was bringing them closer to that time when they'd be alone together and he would begin his sexual advances, she was sure. Anxiously, she began chewing on her fingernails.

Kurt recognized the sign of nervousness in his sister, and it seemed that he had read her mind.

"It's going to be all right, Stacey," he assured her, patting her tenderly on her knee. "I want this to be a happy day for you."

"Oh, I guess I'm just tensed up ... and this road kind of scares me."

"Is that really what you're afraid of?"

"Partly."

"Is the other part of it ... about sex?"

"Yes ... in away . . ."

"I'll try to keep from hurting you ... as much as I can," Kurt told her gently. "But, I won't do anything if you don't want me to."


He's serious! thought Stacey, feeling panicky again. He's still planning on ... fucking me! And I promised myself I wouldn't refuse!

"Oh ... it's all right, Kurt. I'll be fine, you'll see," she reassured him shyly.

"Well, it's something every woman has to go through sooner or later, honey" he said. Kurt forced himself to slow the car down a little, although his impulse was to, get to the mountain house as quickly as possible. Damn! His desire was starting to build up inside him, and he could already feel his scrotum beginning to crawl and tighten, lifting his testicles, while his penis was hardening and coming to erection. He had been waiting for this day for so long!

Then Kurt reached the little side road that led to the house they had rented, and before long he was parking in front of the beautifully situated A-frame cabin.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" exclaimed Stacey. "And the air up here smells so clean!"

"Yes ... it's nice!" Kurt was fumbling in his pockets for the keys and feeling a rising excitement. Damn! He'd have to control himself. I mustn't come on too strong! I have to make it easy for her the first time.

Opening the door then, he swept her into the cabin with a show of gallantry. "Here you are, my little queen!" he said gaily. "Here is our castle!"

"Oh, it's beautiful!" exclaimed Stacey, admiring the rustic atmosphere and the airy spaciousness of the house.

"I'm going to get the things out of the car," announced Kurt. Dutifully, he trudged back and forth unloading the suitcases and bags of groceries from the car, and trying to control his explosive desire.

Finally, they were sitting down on the modern-styled sofa in the cabin's main room. Kurt had lit the fire that was already laid in the central fireplace, and they were enjoying the view of trees and mountainside through the huge plate-glass windows in the cabin.

"Shall we smoke a joint, Stacey?" asked Kurt finally. "Do you think it would help you to feel more relaxed?" The look on his face gave her a clue to his purpose. "You mean ... you think it'll make me want to ... do it ...?"

"Well, I think it might make you enjoy it more, honey," Kurt answered honestly, beginning to roll a cigarette from the little plastic bag full of marijuana that he pulled out of his pocket.

A few minutes later she was feeling the effects of the sweet-smelling smoke he had lit for her.

"Oh, wow, I think I'm a little bit high!" she exclaimed, giggling suddenly for no apparent reason. Her tongue was thick in her mouth already, causing her speech to be slightly slowed.

Kurt got up and turned on the stereo radio to a sweet-sounding FM station. "A little music ought to be good ..." he told her, as he returned to sit beside her on the couch, not knowing how much longer he could hold out against his rising passion for his younger sister. He sure as hell didn't enjoy playing this waiting game. He could hardly wait till the day when Stacey would be like Birdie, ready for a rollicking sex party at almost any time.

"Oh, that's soooo nice!" she cooed, listening to the jazzy, fast-moving music coming from the speakers, then she arose and moving in a world of her own began to shuffle her feet to the rapid, compelling beat and the wail of the soaring horns.

Now's the time! Kurt moved in behind his sister, his arms going around her waist, as his hands reached up in front of her to cup the full mounds of her breasts through .the cloth of her clothing. "God ... you're lovely, Stacey!" he whispered into her ear, while at the same time, he ground the hard bulge of his erect penis into the small of her back.

Stacey swallowed lightly, knowing that the moment of truth had come. His fingers digging into the softness of her smooth white breasts through the layers of her clothing seemed to be burning holes into her, and she felt the lengthening and hardening of her nipples inside her bra, while below, where the warm hardness of his penis pressed into her back she could feel its involuntary lurching expansion, like a caged animal seeking its escape. Oh God, coming closer and closer to it, when his massive hardened maleness would fuck its way stiffly up into her never before fucked vaginal passage. She had to steel herself to keep from bolting. A long, shuddering moan came from her lips.

Abruptly, then, Kurt turned her to face him, drawing her tight into the circle of his arms and pressing her body close to his, his, lips mashing down tight on her soft ones with smothering savagery. His warm, wet tongue slid sinuously into her mouth to search probingly, tasting the sweetness of her breath, as his hands slid smoothingly down the trembling curve of her back to clutch at her rounded buttocks, pulling her loins in hard and tight to his own grinding pelvis, until she could feel the hot hard bulge of his erection.

Drawing back his head after a few moments, her brother looked down into her face with lewd salaciousness, as he detected the tiniest undulation of her hips against him. The marijuana was loosening her up ... and it'd be just a few more minutes until he'd have her flat on her back with his aching cock buried in her tight virgin's cunt!

"Come on ... let's go into the bedroom!" he murmured, his voice urgent even as he tried to be matter-of-fact and nonchalant.

None too gently, he grasped her arm and led her toward the bedroom door. Almost like a sleepwalker, she went along with him, until they reached the door; then, a shudder passed through her body, spasmodically, all of her built-up tension seeming to knot tightly in the pit of her stomach. She was going into that room for only one purpose ... to- become something like her own brother's wife ... and she had to give herself ... she had sworn she would ... all of her, to him willingly.

She stopped dead in her tracks, standing in the bedroom door, looking at the soft bed where she was about to face an unknown terror, a totally new experience, and she couldn't move another step.

"There's nothing to worry about, Stacey," he encouraged. "I'll try not ... to hurt you ... too much ..."

Somehow, he seemed to be qualifying it. "Oh, Kurt ... I'm- scared ... really scared!"

"I'll help you. All you have to do is relax ... and enjoy it!" he whispered, drawing her into the bedroom and sitting her down on the edge of it. "Maybe it'd help if we smoked another joint."

She nodded affirmingly, and he went off to the living room to quickly roll another marijuana cigarette and brought it back lit to the bedroom. Stacey accepted it greedily and took several huge drags, wanting to be numbed ... wanting a euphoria in which she would not have to think.

"Take it easy . . ." Kurt warned amiably. "Don't get overloaded!"
"I'm beginning to see things fuzzy ... and I'm getting dizzy," Stacey giggled, looking up at him. "Does that mean I'm too high?"

"It means you've had just enough!" he told her assuringly, taking the joint from her hand and stubbing it out in an ashtray by the bed.

Then, as she watched, he took off his shirt and undershirt, stripping himself to the waist to expose the lithe muscularity of his trim body, and spellbound, she couldn't take her eyes off the enormous bulge caused by his desire-stiffened penis that strained against the cloth of his trousers. Strangely, through the buzzing in her head, she was fascinated now by it, as she saw it lurch involuntarily, and she began to feel a warm glow suffusing through her belly that was more than the warming effect of the grass.

"Do you want me to undress you, darling?" Kurt asked, coming toward her.

Recklessly, she made her decision. If she were going to go through with it, she'd do it herself, strip her body naked and offer it to her brother almost like a sacrifice. She shook her head in negative answer to his question, rose, and walked to the other side of the bed on rubbery, unsteady legs, vowing to herself that everything she did from this point on would be without thinking. She would just let nature take its course.

Reaching up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress, she slipped it off, the full-length mirror on the closet door revealing her standing there in her slip, while lounging behind hue, tall and athletic, her brother's reflection showed him watching her with hungry, salacious eyes, which seemed to bore right through her. He had looked at her like that before, and subconsciously she tried to blot out his presence for the time being, going on with her undressing as though she were in her own bedroom, alone, getting ready for bed.

With resolute determination, she pulled her slip off over her head, then reached behind to unfasten her lacy, diaphanous brassiere, slipping it off and adding it to the careless pile of her clothing on the chair. She felt the cool air of the bedroom wash over the twin mounds of her milk-white breasts and saw in the mirror that her nipples were distended, pointing upward slightly, with the areolas drawn up tight and wrinkled at their bases. Unconsciously, she cupped them in her tiny hands, and her fingers rolled the tiny, spiked-out buds caressingly.

In the mirror, she saw her brother coming in close behind her, and with a little, desperate cry and a vigorous shake of her head, warned him off before he could touch her. "No, please, I have to ... do it ... myself?"

Then, only her wispy panties remained. Biting her lip with determination, and all too aware of her brother's closeness behind her, she hooked her fingers in the narrow panty waistband and rolled them down over the rounded fullness of her hips and buttocks. Stepping clear of them was the final act of her divestment and like a vestal virgin of ancient Rome she faced her expulsion from the scared sisterhood in taking herself a man.

As she straightened up, Stacey gasped moaningly. Kurt was there, standing before her naked also, his hardened and throbbing cock lancing out toward her lustfully, shattering the temporary mental wall she had erected to shield her-from the reality of what was going to happen. Her eyes were drawn to the massive stiffness of it as though it were a strong magnet, and she saw that its head, the foreskin retracted, shone a reddish purple, almost velvet like, and a tiny tear of moisture wept from the slit in its tip. Oh God! It's so huge! It'll ill my cunt beautifully -- if he can ever get it an! In the single night since Kurt had tried to force her to do it she had forgotten how terrifying it had been, and now a measure of that same fear coursed through her ... even though the situation was different: last night she had been determined to prevent it; now she was determined to go through with it!

Then her brother Kurt moved in close, his arms encircling her, and she felt herself being pulled in tight to his nakedness, as below the throbbing monster was trapped between the crushing flesh of their bellies; above, her aching breasts were mashed flat against his muscular chest, and he was kissing her, again, his tongue stabbing deep into her mouth and throat, while guttural, animalistic sounds came from deep in his chest. His hands swarmed over her body, smoothing and massaging caressingly, exploring all the curves and mounds, his fingers digging and pinching at the satin-skinned delights of her. body ... and all the while he was moving her toward the bed, where he was going to make her his woman ... consummate their relationship by ending her state of virginity. He had waited too long already!

Desperately, she twisted her mouth aside to break his avid kiss and groaned, "Don't, Kurt! Not yet!"

Instant alarm arrowed through him. Gritting his teeth he growled. "God damn! Don't tease me, Stacey! I want you now!"

"Oh, God!" she wailed, trying to push him away from her.

"Come on, Stacey, this is it!"

Her brother pushed her back flat on the bed, and as he came down on her with his full weight his ramrod hard cock came in between her clamped-together thighs, the pulsing head of it insinuated partially between the fleshy lips of her cringing pussy, sparsely covered with the golden down of her pubic hair.

"I'm not ... ready, yet!"

"Well, you just have to get ready, now!" he roared, completely losing control over his patience. "I'm tired of playing games with you! I love you, and I want to fuck you, now!" Stacey winced at his harsh words. This was turning into the same kind of nightmare as last night. God! He was just going to go ahead and do it ... shove his enormously hard penis into her ... and ... just do it to me! He was kissing her again, and she rolled her head frantically to keep him from it, while at the same time she writhed desperately to escape his pinning body. With one strong-fingered hand he held her face, as his tongue again plundered her mouth; the other hand was busy crushing a tender breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling the erect nipple tauntingly.

"Oh, Kurt ..." she whined up into his mouth. She cursed herself now. She had promised herself she would give him what he wanted when it happened again, and here she was cringing and acting like a little girl again. She knew he had waited too long and she expected him to make it easier for her by being forceful now, when she needed it.

He broke the moist kiss and leaned above her to reach down and spread her tremblingly resisting legs apart.

Struggling would have been futile anyway; it was also ridiculous, she knew, in the back of her mind, to resist his attempts to do what she knew she was going to let him do anyway ... but she did, even though he was too strong for her. His fingers dug into the tender, white flesh above her knee, as he forced her thighs apart, splaying them wide open, until he could wedge his slim hips solidly between them. Animal sounds came from his throat as he wrestled her to submission, and she found herself doing the same thing, writhing, twisting, and bucking under him in her desperate and mindless attempts to postpone her inevitable impalement by his long and thick, lust-swollen penis.

Suddenly, she knew it was useless. With a heart-rending moan she lay still under him, her eyes closed, salty tears running in two tiny streams down her cheeks arid her chest heaving with the physical exertion of her resistance, which made the twin mounds of her luscious breasts dance prettily above her.

"That's more like it!" she heard him grunt, while below she felt him spreading the tender lips of her vaginal opening with the blood engorged head of his cock. She wanted to scream as she felt it splay the moist, coral pink flesh of her cunt, nestling into position right before the virginal tenderness of her vaginal passage; then, feeling the pressure he exerted against the tight, elastic opening, her eyes flew open to stare, tear-dimmed, up into her brother's lust-contorted face.

"Oh, God! My dear God! Ooooohhhh ... Oooooohhhhhhhh!" Stacey whimpered, as she felt him pressing forward slowly, with increasing force, until she could feel the bloated head of his lust-incited cock go into her a fraction of an inch, stretching her cuntal opening, the tight, elastic flesh giving way before his cruel assault ... and she knew that the time had arrived, the time when she would pass from that prized state of maidenhood to the condition of woman.

But, God! I'm still not ready ... for it! Instinctively, she knew that her vaginal passage was dry and unready, and; that his battering entrance was going to be painful. Again, she whined, "Dear God ... Kurt, darling! Not yet!"

Above her, her brother's face leered down at her with lewd desire. "No! Baby! It's got to be now! I can't wait ... any longer! I've got to fuck you ... right now!" Little droplets of perspiration appeared on his brow- as he shoved harder and yet harder, trying to force the massive thickness of his bulbous cockhead through the stoutly resisting hymenal ring inside the mouth of her cuntal passage.

It hurt. She groaned aloud with fear and apprehension, in the full knowledge that the initial pain would be nothing compared to what it would be when he thrust deeply into her. She felt his hips lift slightly above her, saw the lustful determination on his face, as his lithe, muscular body gathered for a final all-out assault, and automatically she reached down with both desperate hands to grab at him and hold him back, but it was a futile gesture.

Her brother plunged, thrusting into her hard. She felt the tender flesh tear, and the pain was almost unbearable. A long, terrified scream came gurgling from her lips, as the blunt, blood-filled head of his cock burst through the barrier of her maidenhead and soared deep up into the virginal depths of her defenseless cunt.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a tight knot of temporary discomfort in her belly. Kurt lay quietly between her obscenely spread thighs, and she felt like she was burning, deep up inside her, the searing sensation seeming to diffuse through her from her knees to the tender mounds of her breasts, squashed under his weight. She squirmed her body around under him, wanting to escape what was coming, and as she moved, she became dimly aware that her brother's cock was still buried deep up in her cunt walls. Only ... it doesn't feel as big :.. and hard!

His cock was softening. That meant ... God! She knew, then! He had gone ahead and fucked it to her while she was unconscious! His sperm was deep inside her gathering in a pool near the neck of her womb ... and she hadn't known that he was doing it!

"Kurt!" she exclaimed, dumbfounded. "Did you go ahead ... do it to me ... while I was out?"

Sheepishly, he looked away as he murmured, "Yeah ... I'm afraid so, honey ... I couldn't hold it back!"

"Oh, Kurt, that's terrible!" she exclaimed broken-heartedly.

"I'm sorry, honey, but it felt so beautiful up in your pussy, I just couldn't hold back! But I'll make it just as beautiful for you, sweetheart, in just a few minutes!"

His hands were on the pliant, full flesh of her breasts, again, clutching and manipulating, rolling the distending nipples between his fingers, his mouth following after a few moments to suck and nibble. Oooohhh! It felt so good. His mouth and tongue on her breasts seemed like a vortex, drawing her down into it, as delightful sensations began to charge through her body. She couldn't ignore them; they seemed to concentrate there, below, in her loins, as wild, little flurries of lustful excitement flitted through her belly. Surprisingly, she began to writhe in undulating circles under him, and she felt the growing expansion of his penis still buried in her vagina between her helpless thighs.

"Are, you going to ... fuck it to me ... again?" she faltered.

"Oh, yes, I am! Only this time, I'll make sure that you cum til your whole little pussy blows up!" her brother promised. He slipped a hand down between them to fondle the open lips of her cunt around the hardened shaft of his lust-expanding cock. Then, he trailed a finger up to taunt her tautly erect clitoris, grazing over it lightly. He was rewarded as he felt her body spasm with overpowering paroxysms of sensations that rippled through her.

"Oh ... oohh ... oooohhhh!" his sister moaned uncontrollably.

"This time you're gonna climb the walls!" he chortled.

Her hips began to undulate up against his teasing finger on her sensitive clitoris. She felt his massively thick length grinding deep up into her once more, the shaft of his cock feeling like an unpeeled log as it moved in the tender, abused sheath of her pussy. God! I feel all raw up inside ... and there must have been some bleeding ... when he broke through!

"Now we're going to do it a different way, baby!" he exclaimed. He lifted his weight from her, and she struggled to sit up. Before she knew what was happening, he had turned her, flipping her body over completely, until she was prone, her face being mashed down into the soft mattress, as he came down on top of her, effectively pinning her helplessly under his greater weight.

"What are you doing to me now?" she moaned, her voice muffled by the mattress in her spread-eagled position.

Her brother's still growing erection was being insinuated down between her buttocks to lie long and throbbing against the tender moistness of her female's slit, his belly coming down into the hollow of her back. She found that she was helpless to move ... barely able to breathe.

Avidly, his hands went under her, pressing into the mattress on either side, as he sought her flattened breasts, cupping them up into his hands and beginning his squeezing, massaging caress of -them. At the same time, she felt him rocking above her as he lay flat on top of her, the hard shaft of his pulsing cock squirming back and forth rhythmically in the tight warm crevice of her softly quivering buttocks. Then, as he fucked deeper along her stimulated cuntal slit, the head of his cock began contacting and rubbing teasingly at her clitoris. She couldn't help the shudder of intense rapture that spasmed in her body. Oh! What's he doing to me ... now! It was something she should have been feeling all along!

God! Why was she fighting it? Anyway, there was nothing she was going to do about it. She wasn't going to actually stop him ... but now, she didn't want it to stop!

"It's starting to feel good now, isn't it?" he murmured into her ear.

"Yes ... yes, it is," she admitted, "but you're squashing me ... I can hardly breathe!"

"Oh, sorry, honey!" he apologized. He rolled from on top of her to his side, still clinging to her breasts and turning her to her side inside his arms. He snuggled in close to her, as he drew up his legs to cup her to him, spoon-fashion; then, with his uppermost hand, he reached down between them to reposition his now fully erect and throbbing penis up between her thighs, placing it at the open lips of her moistly ready pussy. With a deep thrust, he drove the massive length and thickness of his blood-engorged shaft deep up into her slowly moistening cuntal passage.

She was surprised. It had gone into her so easily, and except for a searing burning sensation there was no real pain. The bristly golden hair of his pelvis, pressed in tight to the soft, smooth flesh of her buttocks ... and then, deep up inside her she felt it expand against the tender walls of her vaginal lining. Oooooohhhh! It felt ecstatically delightful! A sigh, changing to a mewling moan of sexual arousal, escaped her lips.

"Did you like that?" Kurt hissed into her ear.

"Ooohhh, yes!"

"It'll feel even better ... if you try to squeeze your cunt muscles around my cock" he suggested.

"It will?"

"Sure! Try it ... like you were pushing down hard."

Her brother's face was buried in her honey blonde hair, and he was nibbling at her neck, while his hands massaged and kneaded her aching breasts gently, his finger rolling her nipples. Sensation after sensation chased wantonly through her naked belly, and somehow, she didn't mind his foul words. She concentrated on finding the right muscles. Finally, she did it. She felt the clinging walls of her cuntal sheath clasp the erect shaft of his cock, squeezing it weakly. Oh, God ... I did at ... and it does feel good!

"That's it!" her brother encouraged. "I felt it squeeze the whole length of my cock!"

"It's hard to do," she complained.

"It'll take lots of practice."

Again and again, she felt the pulsing expansion of her brother's thickly throbbing cock buried deep in her now sensation-filled cuntal passage, and she tried to match him, squeezing at the same time as he flexed it inside her. Tingling ripples of excited sensation raced through her body, and she shivered as his deft fingers caressed and stimulated her breasts. Then, he was using his hand again, to draw her soft, trembling buttocks back tighter against his loins to insinuate his aching cock shaft deeper yet into her pussy's fleshy softness.

Relaxing a little now, Stacey let her buttocks go back against him to absorb even more of his lust-thickened length up into her vagina, drawing her own knees up toward her chest. The horror and fear of his first entrance into her had faded into the back of her mind. There was only a slight rawness to remind her of it, and now she was beginning to realize that maybe -- just maybe -- she could respond, get something out of it. Could she? God! She hoped so! Was it too much to hope ... that she could come to orgasm?

Then, she felt Kurt's hand slide down over the warm, white flesh of her flat belly to the mounded gold of her pubic triangle, his hand caressing there for a moment before his finger parted her silky, hair-lined pussy and slid down into the pink, moist slit to tease at the hardened bud of her clitoris.

Erotic spasms were set off in her like bursting Roman candles, and her buttocks jerked back against him undulantly, causing her to slide up and down the rock-hard shaft of his cock slightly at the same time. Her breath was becoming uncontrollable, coming in short, panting gulps.

"That feels even better, doesn't it?" he asked. "Makes you want to fuck ... like a little pussy cat!"

A tremor passed through her body; pregnant with excitement. It was exactly what she had been thinking ... trying to imagine the way it would be, as she accepted his pounding cock, willingly ... how it would be when she convulsed in a final rapture of release under him.

Now his fingers were stroking the clinging lips of her cunt stretched tightly around the girth of his throbbing cock buried in her, the tip of his middle finger slipping in beside his deeply inserted shaft to run in a reaming circle, stretching her vaginal opening even more. She was expectant, now ... wanting him to begin the thrusting movements of sexual intercourse. God! Why is he making me wait? Her hips plunged back against him gyratingly, in an attempt to show him, mutely, what it was she wanted.

"What's the matter, baby?" he queried, a satisfied grin splitting his face. "Are you about ready to fuck for real?"

"Oh, God, Kurt, darling. I feel like I have to have it now! I want you to do it to me!"

"Say it, honey," he cajoled. "Tell me what it is you want."

"I ... I ... I want you to fuck it to me! Fuck it to me hard!"

She couldn't believe she had actually said those wicked words to her own brother, and yet she knew she meant it sincerely.

With long, vigorous strokes, then, he began to move in her with slow deliberation, fucking in and out of her cunt, which was more than adequately lubricated. Her exuding cuntal fluids mixed with the wetness of his first ejaculation in her while she was unconscious. She was thankful for it ... the tenderness was still there, but the burning sensation was tolerable. The beautiful, hotly rising sexual feeling seemed to blot out all else.

It actually began to feel good and more desirable every moment, as her brother began to lengthen his stroke and quicken the tempo of his soaring, fucking cock. Its bloated head buried itself deeper and deeper up into her tremblingly vibrant belly.

But then, as before, he could wait no longer. Suddenly, he was seized by a paroxysm of lustful desire. His breath came in furious gusts of panting and he speared into her with savage determination, until still lying on his side behind her he was fairly battering and goring her, his massively hardened cock plunging cruelly into her cuntal sheath, pushing waves of tender, warmly moist flesh ahead of its bulbous tip. His pelvis smacked up hard and tight into her soft, fear-clenching buttocks. His steel-fingered hands grasped her hips and held her tight and immobile as he plundered her with senseless, wild abandon.

"Oh ... oh ... Oooohhh!" Stacey groaned with every slamming, piston like stroke. "It's hurting me! Oh, my God! My God!" She could do nothing but squirm helplessly as he jack hammered into her, his strong, muscular body hot and tight against her, and his breath coming in raspy blasts of warm air on the soft, velvety skin of her shoulders and back of her neck.

"Christ!" he blurted. "I've got to get it in ... deeper!"

Suddenly, before she realized what was happening, her brother had rolled her over to her belly, his legs between her own, and he was hauling her backward up onto her knees, clinging savagely to her hips, his fingers gouging in bruisingly, as he levered her into the animal-rut position before him. His knees slid inside her, own, splaying her thighs wide apart, as she rested on her hands and knees like a brood mare in heat.

Shame and embarrassment flooded through her instantly, when she realized that he was going to continue their copulation in this strange position.

"Kurt, darling ... let's do it the right way!" she pleaded.

"There's no right way or wrong way, honey," he grunted as reassuringly as he could under the circumstances. "When you make love, you just do whatever you feel like doing, sister!"

He reached forward with both hands to grip her shoulders, pulling her forcefully back tight against him, flattening her softly upraised buttocks against his pelvis with a solid, resounding smack of flesh and his balls, swinging heavily below, slapped hard into the spread-out, golden, hair-lined lips of her widely stretched cunt.

She moaned wildly then as he thrust with animal-like urgency into her, his thickly hardened cock going into her its full length, deep in her nakedly quivering belly. She could feel the smooth rubberiness of his swollen cock's head as it-flicked back and forth against the neck of her womb, deep inside the clinging warmth of her cuntal passage. Now, ha was pressing her thighs even wider apart, and he brought his hands back to the smooth whiteness of her nipped-in waist, holding her in a viselike grip, as he began to haul her back and forth in a countering, fucking-back motion against the lewdly plundering shaft of his lust-incited cock.

He was filling her vaginal depths completely and stretching the tender flesh of her cunt's mouth cruelly. My God! His cock is ... going to split me in two!

But then, the pain began to lessen, and she felt the clinging flesh of her soft, tender passage aglow with. the aching electricity of ecstatic desire. It displaced all else, and suddenly, she felt as though her whole being, her very existence, was concentrated there below in the sensations being generated in her cunt. She was nothing but cunt. Cunt was every thing, completed now, made whole again by his thundering, complimentary cock. Cock and cunt! she thought insanely. I'm Cunt! He's Cock! And she was being fucked like a bitch in heat. Suddenly it didn't make any difference. It was all she wanted ... all she would ever want! God! His cock's getting bigger and bigger ... up inside my cunt! It feels like he's filling my whole belly with it.. al most like it's going to choke me!

With detached amazement, she found herself moving her hips rhythmically back against her brother's cunt-stretching cock, gyrating her hips in lewd, undulant circles voluntarily, in total abandon, giving herself entirely to the obscene fucking from behind that she was getting from her darling brother, and her erotic desires mounted within her uncontrollably.

Turning her face back toward her brother, she groaned, "Fuck it hard ... Kurt! Oh, God ... fuck it ... hard!"

Her brother saw her passion-contorted face, heard her lewd urging and .felt the urgency of her loins fucking back at him, and he went absolutely wild with elation and his own growing rapture. Damn! She's hot ... and fucking back like a mink!

Deep in her quivering white belly, she could feel his heated cock expanding and growing even thicker and longer, as he jack hammered into her with erotic delight. His lust-swollen penis ached, and back there, somewhere behind the root of it, he could feel the searing burn of his sperm demanding its moment of spurting freedom. He was almost there, ready to cum spewingly ... and it was getting closer and closer. God! By the way his sister's hotly clasping little cunt was swaying and dancing grindingly on the end of his heavily skewering cock, he was sure that she, too, was ready to cum ... and it'll be her first one! It excited him ... knowing that he had been successful in bringing her to climax her first time. Hell! Some women never make it!

Stacey was like one cast into a spell. Things were happening in her, delicious, rapturous things that she had never before known were possible, and she savored them, treasuring them in her memory. It was all so beautiful. Her brother's massive cock, fucking into her now hungrily sucking cunt, was beautiful. The whole world and everything in it was a kaleidoscope of transcendental beauty. Fucking was the most beautiful thing in her world. There was nothing with which to compare it. It was the epitome of all beautiful things!

Suddenly, her belly seemed to explode in one great moment of ecstasy ... and she screamed full-throatedly, knowing that she was cumming ... reaching for her long awaited climax, the peak of human experience, for the first time.

"Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"

She convulsed spasmodically, the release spreading through her entire body, exhausted from sheer relief, in one series after another of shuddering tremblings accompanied by mewling gasps of sheer pleasure. She just wanted to collapse onto the top of the bed; allowing herself to sink into its softness and giving herself over completely to a welcome euphoria, but her brother held her tight with insanely clutching hands, as he pistoned in and out of her wildly clasping cunt. She felt her thighs and buttocks splayed wide apart in one last flesh slapping, cunt-splitting assault, as he strained to shove his cock into her as far as he could bury it. Then, he was Gumming! She could feel the jerking expansions of his cock's shaft as it spurted his hot white sperm deep up inside her, an unearthly, animal-like wail emitting from deep in his throat. "Aaaauuuggghhh! Christ!"

His load of semen was filling tier vaginal passage. She could feel it splashing with jet like force into the clinging sheath of her cunt that clasped him tightly to her. After several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks, he held himself rigid, keeping his pumping cock buried deep in her cuntal passage as the last drops of his life-liquid were emptied from him. Slowly, his brutally clenched hands relaxed on her waist, and he slithered back away from her, his softening penis pulling out of her sperm-filled cunt with a lewdly moist sucking sound.

Collapsing forward, Stacey lay face downward, quiet and unmoving, profoundly moved by her first real orgasm. She wondered at its magic transformation of her, from a naive girl to a fully aroused woman.

"Well?" her brother gasped. after a few moments. "How did you like it?"

"I-I loved every minute of it ... and it was simply out of this world!" she told him honestly.

"And I love you, Stacey, honey, more than anything in the world!"

"Well, in that case, Mr. Jones, I don't want you to die of starvation!" she replied, giving him a big hug and showering his cheeks and neck with kisses. "I think I'II force myself to get up and make my big brother some lunch!"



Chapter 7

Jack Watson picked out a long-drive that turned off the winding mountain road they were following. "Go up this way," he ordered, and the young black man driving followed his instructions. Around the single curve in the drive they saw the A-frame house that was built on the side of the mountain. There was a Plymouth parked outside.

"This ought to do," he said. "Pull up here now. Steve, get out and go around the side of the house and pull out the telephone wires before we go inside. See if you can see how many people are inside while you're at it."

The younger blond man quietly got out of the car and did Jack Watson's bidding, returning in a couple of minutes to report, "I found the wires arid cut 'em off. They won't be able to phone anywhere."

"Who's in the house?" asked jack. "Did you get a chance to see?"
"Yeah, there's a dude in there making it with a young chick. They're in the bedroom naked. Boy, she sure looks good, too."

"Well, that's fine. This is where we're going to stay. The house is nice and isolated out here, and we can see anybody who tries to come up. We'll just get rid of the man and keep the woman around to take care of our ... needs!" Jack Watson chuckled to himself.

Neither Jimmy Buckley nor Steve Torrance said anything. Get rid of the man, both of them thought with alarm. Then they knew that Jack Watson was planning to commit another murder, and neither of them felt they could stomach more of that. But, wisely, both kept silent.

"Come on ... let's go!" ordered Watson. He had his pistol in his hand. "You knock on the door, Torrance, and then I'll cover him and we're in!"

Inside the bedroom, Kurt and Stacey had started making love again. His hard muscled body was slithering downward, his moist lips trailing down through the narrow valley between her full-set, velvet-skinned breasts, the nipples fully erect, tingling with aroused excitement from Kurt's sucking and nibbling of them, and she wondered what it was he was going to do to her next.

Then, as his. teasing lips and mouth traveled lower still, down across the smooth flat plane of her belly, his tongue dipped tauntingly into the shallow depression, she knew. Oh, he's going to use his mouth on me ... down there ... on my cunt ... like he did last night! Stacey thought about it, remembering how she had responded to him, against her will. Now, the rising excitement keening through her, as his mouth worked lower and lower on her nakedly quivering belly, the feel of his hands spreading her thighs obscenely wide and the wash. of cool air across the tender and already heated flesh of her cunt as he slowly parted the lips of her pussy, made her change her mind. Oh God! Any moment now, he'd be licking her ... and she knew that she wouldn't object to it, as she had before, for suddenly, she found that she was holding her breath expectantly ... anticipating those nerve-charging sensations he would bring to her. I'm becoming a real woman now, a hot little whore ... just since last night!

"Damn! What a gorgeous, tight little cunt!" Kurt breathed, his warm breath flowing over the moist, pink flesh of her vaginal opening as he spoke almost as much to it as to her.

"Ohh," she moaned, "Do it ... darling! Go ahead and do it to me!"

"Do what ... honey?"

"Lick my c-cunt!"

"Okay, baby, here I come!" Kurt dropped his head down between her wide-splayed thighs, his tongue shooting out snakelike to bury itself in the warm sheath. of her cunt's mouth.

"Oooooooohhhhhh!" she groaned. "That feels sooo good!"

Suddenly there was an unmistakably loud sharp knock on the front door. Kurt tried to ignore it. It couldn't be Bill and Birdie already! It's not time for them to be here yet! But then, again, he might have lost track of time. He'd better answer it.

"I'll be right back, honey," he said reluctantly, getting up and pulling on his shorts.

A moment later, Stacey struggled to a sitting position as she saw the three men marching Kurt back into the bedroom at gunpoint, and a terrified scream came piercingly from her terror-distorted mouth.

"Oh, Goddddd! Kurt! Kurtttttt!"

"Keep her quiet!" Watson barked.

Instantly, Steve Torrance was there on the bed with her, his hand clamping down hard on her mouth to stifle her long, drawn-out shrieks. "Shut up!" he hissed into her ear. "And you won't get hurt!"

Her naked body squirmed in the blond man's grasp, and he was aware of how soft and smooth, warm and womanly she was. Damn! She's really something! His eyes swept over her with lewd desire. Christ! He would sure love to sink his aching-cock into her pretty cunt!

Begging with her eyes; she stared up into this good-looking blond young man's pale blue eyes, and saw the rave desire there, and she knew, somehow divined, what he was thinking. My God! He's going to rape me! "Promise me you won't scream any more ... and I'll let you go," Steve bargained, "Otherwise ... we'll have to tie you and gag you ... understand?"

She shook her head in understanding, and he released her; then she looked up to see her brother, Kurt, who stood helplessly watching while a repulsive, thick-set man held a pistol on him.

"K-Kurt ..." she whined, "What's ... going on?"

Trying to remain calm, but helplessly enraged, her brother ground out, "They ... they're taking over!"

"Who ... are they?"

"It doesn't make any difference who we are, lady! You just keep your mouth shut, do what you're told ... and everything will be okay!" the dark-haired man with the gun growled, not really looking at her.

Jimmy Buckley came into the room then, having made a quick inspection of the rest of the cabin. In his jacket was a carving knife he had picked up in the kitchen, just in case. He didn't know what was going to happen with Jack Watson and his death-dealing pistol, but the words get rid of the man kept drilling through his brain.

But his first glimpse. of the woman sitting up in the bed, honey blonde hair disarrayed, terrified eyes looking around at them like a trapped animal, her body all mounds and curves and sculpted alabaster-white flesh that he knew would be smooth, soft, and warm, was like a stabbing pain in his loins. God damn! She's beautiful! He had to have her!

"Come on!" said Jack Watson. "Let's get this guy outside!" Jimmy and Steve knew what Jack had in mind, and they didn't know what they were going to do about it. Giving Kurt a push, Jack Watson roared, "Get going, buddy, we're going outside for a minute!"

Kurt was panic-stricken. He couldn't move from the spot. He knew that he couldn't just go and leave his sister in here alone, and he sensed somehow that once he was outside he would probably never return.

"Move it!" shouted Jack, louder this time, shoving the butt of the pistol hard into the small of Kurt's back. "Or I'll blow your stinkin' head off!"

But Jimmy Buckley didn't want to have any more murders on his hands. Moving quickly now, he lunged at Jack. With his left hand, he smacked Jack's pistol arm down as hard as he could, and simultaneously with his right he stuck Jack with the carving knife in his barrel chest.

"Crackkk!" the pistol went of resoundingly, and, involuntarily, Stacey heard herself scream loudly again. She was sure Kurt had been killed, but in fact the bullet had passed through the floor of the bedroom.

"Get the gun, Steve!" shouted Jimmy as the burly Watson seemed to freeze, openmouthed, as the gun slowly began to fall from his hand.

Steve snatched the pistol gingerly and stepped back quickly, pointing the pistol at Jack Watson now.

A look of utter and mute amazement seemed plastered onto Jack Watson's rapidly paling face. His body stiffened and blood gushed in spurts from his chest, where the knife was still stuck. Jimmy Buckley stepped backward, horrified by what he was seeing. Then Jack seemed to come to life, running wildly through the house in a last burst of dying energy, hitting the front door and running down the drive, screaming, "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeef!"

But he couldn't get far. About fifty feet from the house, as Jimmy and Steve and Kurt watched through the open door, he fell, rolling, to the edge of the drive. Still kicking in his dying throes, his body began to roll down the steep precipice that bordered the drive. Then, at the bottom of the ravine, he was silent.

"Good God! You've killed him, Buckley!" exclaimed Steve.

"I didn't mean to kill him, man..." said Jimmy woodenly. "I just didn't want him to kill anyone else. I didn't figure he was going to die." Jimmy tried to feel guilt over what he had done. But in fact he felt relief.

"Listen, we've got to tie this guy up," said Steve finally, turning to Kurt, who was still staring open-mouthed at the body of Jack Watson in the ravine. "Shut the door and bring him inside!"

Jimmy did as Steve suggested, and soon Stacey Jones's older brother was tied and gagged in a kitchen chair.

"Well, what are we going to do now?" Steve finally asked Jimmy.



Chapter 8

Jimmy Buckley held on to his chin for a moment as she considered things deeply.

"I think we ought to take their car and head for the border as soon as we can They've got food here we can take with us, and they won't be looking for their little Plymouth with two guys in it. Their phone is cut and it's a mile to the nearest place, so they won't be able to turn us in before we're long gone."

"Well, we don't have to leave right this minute, then, do we?" asked Steve, once again turning his attention to Stacey who was drawn back in the bed, plucking at the bedclothes to cover her nakedness. ''because right now, I'd like to take a few minutes to fuck the piss out of this beautiful little cunt!"

Now both men's eyes were raking over her body lustfully. Steve Torrance began taking off his clothes, tossing the garments aside carelessly.

"Well," said Jimmy reluctantly. "She sure is beautiful, I must admit."

Steve had already made up his mind. "What's your name, honey?" he smiled at her in an awkward attempt to put her at ease.

"Stacey," she murmured. Dismally, she shot a look at her brother, Kurt, tied helplessly in the chair. She saw that his green eyes were wild, like those of a trapped animal; his muscles worked, rippling under his skin, as he tried to free himself. She was alone with these two virile men ... and there was nothing she could to stop their lustful designs on her body. She was going to be raped ... and she might as well resign herself to it!

Torrance was slipping off his shorts to stand there beside the bed completely naked, and try as she might, Stacey couldn't help looking at him, her eyes locking onto the spearing penis that stood out, stiffly hardened and pulsing with lust, from the hairiness of his loins. Her eyes widened with new terror as she saw the enormity of it.

Coming to the bed where she sat cringing on the edge of it, Torrance reached for her, but she drew back, turning and crawling to the center of the bed, her eyes darting desperately toward her immobilized brother "God, no ... please? Don't touch me!"

"Your lover's no help to you, baby!" he told her, crawling up beside her and taking her solidly into his arms. "So you might as well make up your mind that you're going to be fucked! I haven't had a woman as beautiful as you in quite a while!"

Roughly, he forced her to lie stretched our. beside him, as his hungry mouth capture her soft lips, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth as it burst through the barrier or her teeth. She hated it ... hated him, as she recoiled and attempted to roll her head aside. but he held her tight and close; pressing ii against her warm, white thigh below, she felt the rampant hardness of his penis, long and throbbing warmly. Ugh! He's horrible! A criminal!
Then the black man, Jimmy, the one who had killed the other, lay down beside her, too on the other side, and she felt his warn nakedness press in close to her, his erect penis gouging warmly into the dimpled, velvety skin at the base of her spine.

She was trapped between them, and she could think of no way to delay what was going to happen to her, for she was sure now that there was no escaping her fate. She was going to be fucked by two men ... two virile, criminal men. Two men! At the same time. Oh, My God! How can they?

Then the two men were pulling and hauling her into the middle of the bed to lie straight in it, and it was Jimmy who recaptured her lips, kissing her deeply, as she lay supine between the two naked men, their massive cocks on either side pressing tight against the alabaster whiteness of her trembling, beautifully tapered thighs.

It was Steve Torrance's hands roaming over her body, massaging caressingly at her breasts, his fingers rolling the tiny, pink buds of her nipples to an unwanted erect state. Then his lips were there sucking and nibbling, taking the whole nipple and the tightly crinkled flesh of its areola into the wet warmth of his mouth.

Stacey had been aroused almost to the point of being too far gone, just before all the bizarre events had begun to happen in her bedroom, as Kurt had licked and sucked her cunt. If those men hadn't walked in then; she would have been begging her brother to stop tormenting her ... shove his fully hardened cock in her and fuck her wildly ... wantonly.

She didn't know it, but her body, so fully aroused just a few minutes before, had merely put her eroticism on hold, a plateau from which the ascent to the heights was still possible. However her mind fought against it, it was her body, now finely tuned to sexual response that would dominate her. No! I won't give in to them! I won't let myself!

That's why she was so surprised, only moments later, when her waiting passion was fanned into full flame, again, as Steve's hungrily seeking mouth, on the voluptuous, sensitive flesh of her breasts, first nurtured, then brought her again to searing heights of desire.

Pressing her thighs close together, Stacey tried to deny the ecstatic sensation that raced headlong through her body, searing her belly, her breasts ... and her tremblingly aching loins. A-little, involuntary moan escaped her. "Ooooh!" Kurt! Oh, God ... he's watching me! What'll he say if... I -- I. She shied away from even thinking about that! I won't! I won't! I. . . won't let them make me ... want it!

Just then, she felt Torrance's body slithering lower, until he was kissing her belly moistly, and as he moved even lower, trailing his kisses down across the smooth flat whiteness of her stomach, Jimmy's hands were grabbing at her breasts with maddening urgency.

She knew --oh, God, she knew, now -- the goal of his searching mouth, as it arrived over the golden curls of her pubic mound, and his hands were reaching down to pry her clamped-together legs apart. She could have expected it. What better way to bring a woman to total submission than by licking and sucking her cunt ... until she was putty in their hands? It's not fair! She knew what would happen the instant his tongue contacted her clitoris.

Kurt watched the other man's mouth as it came down over Stacey's loins. He could see that her hips churned gyratingly under her in tiny, almost imperceptible circles, and he cursed into his muffling gag. The son-of-a-bitch is going to make her want it! His lithe body surged against his bonds. Christ! If I could only get loose!

When Jimmy squeezed her breasts and rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers, she groaned mewlingly with the taunting ecstasy of it, but then he broke the deep, tongue-probing kiss and dropped his mouth to begin sucking on her nipples alternately, making them move rapidly in and out of his tensed lips while maintaining a strong suction, at the same time. She was almost literally driven wild with a desire for more of the same. Suddenly, uncontrollably, her hand cupped her breast up to him, offering it to him with impunity, of her own free will ... a will dictated by her wantonly rising desire, while her other hand came up to caress his cheek. She looked down and saw, for the first time, the deep mahogany of his skin and his close-cropped black hair, his dark good looks. And this was the man who had saved Kurt's life! It was then, she knew, that she could not remain detached ... couldn't help responding, and her heart beat wildly, knowing that afterward ... there would be her brother, Kurt's unpredictable, raging jealousy to contend with. But I can't help it!

Steve splayed her legs wide apart, his head nestling down into the angle of them, his mouth and teeth claiming the soft, velvety flesh of her inner thighs as he nibbled and kissed her there, his mouth like a firebrand on the sensitive skin, so close to his ultimate target. Finally, she felt him use both hands to part ever so slowly the heated lips of her pussy, and his tongue shot out to stab deep into the mouth of her cunt, moistly bedewed with the droplets of exuding fluids from the walls of her vagina. Without thinking, completely out of control now, her hips undulated up against his face, and she moaned with the same passion her brother's tongue had produced in her. Oooohhh! Their mouths acre going to drive me crazy!

Shifting his body now to kneel between her widely spread legs, Steve used his tongue in expertly reaming circles just inside the coral pinkness of her vaginal opening. He grinned with lascivious satisfaction as her loins gyrated on the end of his lasciviously taunting tongue. Then, he pushed his mouth in tighter to her open cunt, as he began to stab his lingual member in and out of her in imitation of a fucking, cock. The wanton countering thrusts of her hips up against him told him clearly that she was getting hot ... that she was almost ready to fuck! God damn! She's d hot little bitch!

Christ! He didn't know how much longer he could play around like this before he'd have to shove his aching cock in her and fuck her, but he wanted her ready for it. He wanted to make her cum, too ... wanted to know that he could make her cum explosively, and that he'd done it for both of them. In his own mind he was not raping a woman but rather he wanted her to feel that he was really loving her.

He inhaled deeply of the heady perfume of her womanliness, losing himself in the totally female flavor of her warm moisture, as he tongued in and out of her tender, pink, little cunt. God! It was like a taste of paradise!

Without let-up he tongue-fucked her, and she moved undulantly against him, lewdly counter pointing his deep-lashing, tongue. Occasionally he nipped at the tender serrations of her cuntal flesh with his teeth, until she was almost a blazing inferno of gyrating desire. Then his tongue came out of her vaginal opening and pressured upward through her coral-pink furrow to taunt the short, erect bud of her sensitive clitoris.

Her body responded spasmodically to the electric stimulation. Oh, God! I can't help it! I've got to have it. Suddenly her hips heaved up off the bed, mashing her loins tight against the bank robber's face, groaning with her passion. "Oh, Oooohhh ... yes. Do it! Lick my cunt ... good, then fuck, me!"

Steve lifted his head from her heated, heaving loins. Looking up at her over Jimmy Buckley, who still stimulated her breasts, he asked, "Both of us ... at the same time?"

"Yes! God Yes! I want both of you! I want both of your cocks!" she cried. Then she remembered: He said ... both ... at the same time. She hadn't thought about that! But, how can they?

"Okay! That's how it'll be!" Steve smiled, and his face disappeared down between her thighs again, as this time, his tongue danced maddening pirouettes on her tortured clitoris.

Stacey felt herself sliding downhill into insane pleasure as crashing sensations in her loins built to mammoth waves of ecstatic desire. She raised her hips grindingly to offer them to Steve's tauntingly stimulating tongue, while at the same time she thrust her breasts upward into Jimmy's face, wanting more and yet more of everything they were doing to her. Her eyes were closed, and she knew that it was only moments now before she would erupt into orgasmic release. Oh, God! It's gone on so long! Why doesn't one of them ... shove a hard cock in me ... and fuck me with it?

Stacey's eyes were closed. She couldn't see the amazed look in her brother's eyes behind the gag and his muffled, excited cries might have given her pause, but it certainly would not have stopped her insane, sexual need. She was too far gone ... beyond reason ... beyond reckoning the consequences.

Now she felt Steve kneeling up between her legs. Opening her eyes for a flickering moment she saw his handsome, lust-distorted face, shoulder-length blond hair, expressive blue eyes, and his tall, muscular figure, so very much like Kurt's. He seemed like a good man, a man only in need of loving, of sex, and she couldn't connect him with rape and killing any longer. But, God, that horrible man is dead outside!

Even so, she couldn't deny her desire, now, as the next sensation she felt was the sensuous contact of the bank robber's Linger, teasing her clitoris, then dropping down to make a moist entrance into her vaginal opening. Then, the sensation grew ever more intense, and she realized that now there were two fingers-then three moving in and out of her cuntal mouth. Oooooohhhh! It felt so good!

Jimmy, meanwhile, left her sensitive breasts, his mouth capturing hers, his tongue probing deep into her mouth, while his hands caressed her body. She liked the way the black man's hands moved on her, the way he kissed her so passionately, and she took his tongue greedily, sucking on it gently at first, then more violently, using her teeth to nibble on its sinuous length. Then, he forced her to trade after a few moments, as he sucked and chewed on her tongue, finally shifting to concentrate on her lips, gently sucking them between his lips. It was all so maddeningly tantalizing; her erotic rapture building to such heights that she was sure she would explode any moment, like a ticking time-bomb.

Moving her helpless and unresisting legs apart with determined authority, Steve wedged his slim hips up between them, his hands running caressingly over the warm, soft smoothness of their luscious taper, and then he reached down to his hard, aching cock and worked the loose foreskin back from the tip. There were a few drops of colorless moisture exuding from its slitted head, and when he took his hand away his penis throbbed yearningly, standing out lancingly, ready for its sexual conquest. Undulating there before his eyes he saw that her flowered-open cunt, pink and tenderly moist, was ready ... inviting him, indeed almost bidding him to come into her.

With a throaty moan of anticipation his hands went under her wantonly gyrating buttocks. He felt the satiny flesh of them, the muscles working smoothly in his palms, as he spread her wide to receive him; then, he came over her, the pulsing head of his cock nestling down into the tight opening of her cuntal softness.

Suddenly, she moaned, "Oh, now! Fuck me! God! Fuck me, now!"

Now! Now! Now! Flexing his hips, Steve drove the thick length of his hardened cock deep into the clinging, moist warmth of her vagina, the bulbous cock-head driving all the way to the bottom of her cuntal sheath in one plunging thrust.

"Oooohhh!" she moaned, the temporary pain of it bringing a grimace to her lovely face, the sound muffled against ;Jimmy's mouth.

He expanded the shaft of his cock deep in her and was gratified to feel the muscles inside her vagina countering him with a clasping caress of her own. Meanwhile, he explored the curves and with long, smooth strokes, forcing himself to the discipline of it, Steve began to piston in and out of her seethingly alive cunt, not thrusting hard and long or forcefully, but easy and unrushed. He sensed that she was very near to climax, and he waited, timing it, then at the right instant, he would give her everything he had in one final cant-goring finale. Hold back, damnit! Hold back ... then fuck the hell out of her so she'll remember it the rest of her life!

Her breath came raspy and harsh from deep in her lungs, and her eyes glazed as the raging sensations became almost unbearable, unquenchable except by soaring release in orgasm. Her hips ground wildly up to him, her cunt slithering up and down his desire inflamed cock-shaft, trying to absorb the whole lust-thickened length of it deep up into her softly quivering belly. At the same time as she wanted his finger buried deeper yet in her sensation-charged rectum!

She's fucking back! Now's the time! And, he couldn't wait any longer! With an animal like grunt, he flicked his slim, muscular hips and rammed his demanding cock powerfully, using all the strength of his body, driving it deeply, until his sperm-loaded balls smacked up tight and hard against the tightly clenched crevice of her buttocks. At the last instant he had ripped his finger with a moist little hissing sound of escaping air. Their pubic bones crashed together painfully, and Steve poised there, goring her deeply for a moment, enjoying the delicious sensation in his loins before he began to fuck her with insane determination, his cock in her cant pistoning in and out with the surging power of a jackhammer.

Stacey moaned with helpless pleasure up into Jimmy's mouth. She wanted more of his probing tongue to suck upon, but she was disappointed when he raised above her, breaking the kiss and beginning to shift his body. Suddenly, he was straddling her chest, his dark brown buttocks mashing down on her wildly heaving breasts. She was confused as to his intention; then, looking up, she stared directly at his pulsingly massive cock, its lust inflated head poised only inches from her own passion-contorted lips. In spite of her own greedy lust, she turned her head aside, moaning, "No ... please, no." She had the sudden but vague idea, somehow, that he wanted her to take it into her mouth, and she recoiled away from it.

Then, he was gripping her head firmly with both hands, and turning it back straight. "Suck it, baby!" he growled.

My God! That's really what he wants! She was repulsed. Struggling to free her head from his grip, she squealed, "No! God, no! I've never ... done that!"

"But, now you will!" His determined, dark brown eyes glared down at her, as he forced her mouth open by pressing on the muscles of her jaw.

The glistening head of his cock brushed her lips as he forced her mouth to open wide ... and then the spongy head was in the moist cavern of her mouth gagging her with its monstrous presence.

"Close your lips around it, now ... and suck!" he ordered. "Use your tongue and be damned careful with your teeth!"

She was helpless to disobey. With an effort she controlled the gagging sensation and ovalled her lips around the throbbing thickness of his cock. Then, she swirled her tongue around it experimentally, licking at the smooth, satiny head. She found she actually liked the flavor of it. Hollowing her cheeks, she tried a sucking motion, and she was amazed to hear Jimmy groan ecstatically above her lewdly bobbing head.

Below, Steve's frantically ramming cock rocked her extra hard; her body jerked with the thrusting jolt, her head moving forward involuntarily and instantly, without warning, her mouth was filled with Jimmy's pulsing hot shaft.

Closing her eyes, Stacey began to suck desperately, trying to imagine that it was only Jimmy's tongue she was sucking, as she had before, while below Steve pistoned into her cuntal sheath with insane fury, overwhelming her with his animal-like power. She was filled with a sexual rapture beyond her wildest imaginings.

As he plunged like a pile-driver deep into the seething depths of the young girl's vagina, Steve felt the building pressure in his balls, below, and he knew that it was only a matter of moments before he would cum sportingly, deep in her trembling belly.

Above, Jimmy forced the thick length of his lust-engorged cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, leaning forward now and supporting himself on strong arms as he began to flex his hips back and forth to drive it in and out of her mouth, which had become, in his mind, a substitute cunt. The tingling sensations in his sperm-swollen balls and the expanding throb of his massive cock told him too, that he would have to cum ... and soon. Christ! Her mouth is smooth and worm ... like honey! And, then, as he looked down to see the blackly glistening shaft of his penis disappearing up into her mouth, he saw that it was going in the full length, as his black pubic hair pressed up tight to her chin with every stroke. She's taking it all the way down her throat!

A powerful choking spasm racked her throat, and Stacey tried to roll her head aside to force his withdrawal of that massive rod of hard flesh from her mouth. He held her tightly in place while he thrust straight up into her mouth. Around the head of his cock, Jimmy could feel the swallowing motions of her throat; the sensations it produced were wildly erotic, and it- pushed him just that much nearer to his release. Damn! It was good! He could feel the searing, acid like burn of his semen, demanding its due release in spewing orgasm, and he began to fuck in and out of her ovally sucking lips with greedy passion.

Kurt, who was tied in a chair on the opposite side of the bed, was watching his sister Stacey being fucked by the two bank robbers on the bed. The erotic rape scene was making his hot as hell and in spite of his revulsion at the fact that these two brutes were raping his sister, he would actually have liked to be a part of it. God! The way she's fucking back and eating cock, at the same time! She's really far gone! Below, he felt his own cock inside his thin cotton jockey shorts as it lurched involuntarily. He didn't know -- couldn't guess even, what these two men would do when they were finished. He knew that one of them had actually saved his life, but they were still dangerous and undoubtedly wanted by the police! But one thing he knew for sure -- they were bringing his sister to new heights of sexual abandonment and it was turning him on!

Suddenly, the remaining vestiges of Stacey's reserve gave way in her, and she surrendered completely to the salacious sensations of the pair of virile cocks pounding into her. She wanted everything, a plundering cock at every opening. If she could have had it at that moment, she wished that the hand some, blond-haired Steve, whose cock was thundering into her below, hadn't pulled his finger out of her rectum. Instinctively, she reached up around Jimmy Buckley's slender hips to pull him in closer yet to her, trying to relax her throat muscles so that he could go deeply, easily into her tingly mouth and throat. Her humiliation and shame had fled, leaving complete acceptance and a lewd desire for more. It was an unexplainable paradox. She had learned so many things in such a short time, and some of those, which she had at first shrunk away from with fear, she now accepted with delight. She was sure that she would never understand it. What she did understand was the feeling of ecstatic rapture that flooded her whole being with sexually sensuous sensations. She had never felt so vibrantly alive in her whole life!

She was loving every moment of it, forgetting that she was being forced to do it. At first, but dazedly, she wondered whether the two potently virile men, together, would rip her apart as they plunged into her with ever more powerful thrusts into her mouth and cunt at the same time. Two men! I can't believe it. Two men fucking me at the same time! Oooooohhh! It was wonderful! And, for the moment, she had forgotten completely about the fact that her brother was 
watching the entire obscenely erotic display.
Everything was whirling now in the vortex of her passion, and she could feel herself being lifted as in a cyclone to the very heights where she would find welcome release from her agony, soon. I'm going to cum ... soon! Soon!

Then, below, as Steve pounded deeply into her seethingly clasping cuntal sheath, she sensed that he was driving desperately toward his own orgasm. He was fucking into her hungrily straining pussy like a wild animal at rut, completely out of control.

She was concentrating on the intense sensations that his thundering cock generated in her, and she had never thought even for an instant that the black bank robber who was ramming his demanding cock deep into her crazily working throat would empty his lewd sperm directly into her mouth. Had she thought about it beforehand, she might have been revulsed -- even nauseated at the thought -- but she didn't have time to think about it.

Jimmy came suddenly. His jetting sperm splashed into her mouth in scalding freshets of vicious white semen, and she was forced to swallow, again and again, to clear the thick life-liquid from her mouth.

Then, she was helplessly out -ot control in the throes of her own orgasm that came to her soaringly. The ecstatic moment dimmed her eyes, shrouded her ears and there was nothing in the whole universe but sex, cock, cunt ... and fucking! Oh, Godddd! I'mmmm cuuummmmmmiinngg! Ooooooohhhhh! Aaaaauuuuggghhh! But, she couldn't scream it out. Her throat worked, but no sound came from around Jimmy's jerking cock stuffed deep in her mouth and down her throat.

Below, her hips heaved up against Steve, squirming and quivering convulsively with the power of her climax. Expectantly, she waited for the moment when he, too, would erupt inside her wildly clasping cunt.

Insanely, faster and deeper he plunged into her until with a groan of completion, she felt the pumping expansion of his cock's shaft deep inside her quivering naked belly, and she was sure that she felt the white-hot sperm squirt from the slitted head of his penis to splash against the sensitive walls of her cunt's lining.

They all three came to orgasm within seconds of each other; greedily the two men caressed and massaged at her wildly spasming body, until gradually, as the last drops of their semen were expressed, they slowly released her and rolled away from their dormant position on top of her to lie stretched out along either side.

There was only the sound of labored breathing and the muffled rage of Kurt behind his gag. Finally, after several moments, Jimmy spoke. "You're a great fuck and cock sucker, Doll ... just great."

Steve, on the other side, trailed a finger over the mounding contour of a breast and told her, "I think you're really something ... and fm sorry that I hadn't known you before ... but I'm sorrier because I won't get to know you better!"

Her first reaction was to agree with him but her eyes drifted toward the chair where Kurt was tied. His baleful eyes, flashing green fire, glared at her over his gag and she remembered: Kurt! He was watching ... and listening to everything! "Oh, God, Kurt." she groaned. She had lived fully, vibrantly for a few brief minutes ... but she would have to live with her brother ... for always. The awful things he must be thinking of me! She struggled to sit up between the two men. Steve pushed her back down.

"Don't worry about your lover-boy," he told her. "He knows we forced you ... and you couldn't help yourself!"

Jimmy sat up on the edge of the bed. "Hey, man," he said, "we better haul ass out of here!"

"What about these people?"

"We'll tie the girl up too. The phone is disconnected. We're gonna take their car, so they won't be able to do anything for quite a while!"

"Okay then, let's go. Where's the money?"

"It's in there, in the other room. Let's get it and split!



Chapter 9

On this particular day, the Parker family and one guest were rising from sleep in their mobile home, parked only a couple of miles from the cabin where Stacey and her brother had been left stranded.

Sylvia Parker wiped the sleep from her eyes, unaware of how eventful this day was about to become.

Her own personal lifestyle would be affected just as Stacey's and Kurt's had been. As a matter of fact, their lives were about to become intertwined on this very day.

The world that Sylvia Parker had known was much different from that of the young brother and sister. Sylvia was mother, housewife, maid, and cook to her little family, and had been for many years. And it was driving her up the wall!

Sylvia stood stock still in the hallway of the large mobile home.

It was early morning and she had gotten up before her husband in order to be out of the small bathroom so that she wouldn't be in the way of the men in the trailer. By "men" she meant her hubby Joe and her teenaged son, Bobby -- and Bobby's older pal from school, Danny. Both young men were senior cadets, eighteen and in their last year at the military school in the Catskill Mountains.

But what had made her stop dead in her tracks was the whispered conversation she heard as she paused in front of the -second bedroom at the end of the mobile home -- the one where Bobby and Danny were sleeping.

"Man, I'd sure like to put my prick into that hairy hole," Danny's youthful voice breathed. "I'll bet I could fuck a good-looking babe like that until she was creaming my balls!"

"Hey, not so loud," Bobby whispered, just barely loud enough for Sylvia to hear. "If my dad heard you talking like that he'd have a shit fit."

Danny chuckled wickedly. "Shit, your old man is too interested in fishing to give a damn about anything else. But now that mom of yours is really something else. You ever seen your mom without any clothes on?"

"Naw, I was never that interested."

"Hell, man, you oughta take a look sometime when your mom is off guard. I used to peak through the bathroom keyhole at both my sisters and my mom, too. Christ, my mom had more hair on her cunt than a woolly bear."

Sylvia could almost hear the gasp of surprise and awe from her own son's throat. "Jesus, Danny, you mean you weren't turned off by looking at your own mom's pussy?"

"More like I was turned on, pal. I never did anything about it, of course. But if my mom had given me half a chance, I'll bet I'd have fucked her the same as any other good piece of ass."

"Gee, you must be horny all the time!"

"Damn right," Danny bragged. "Hey, you wanta jack-off again before your folks get up?"

"Not me," Bobby moaned.

"Aw, c'mon, piker. We've only got our rocks off twice since last night. Hell, I could go four more times if I had a pussy to work on."

Outside the bedroom door, Sylvia's face was flushed with a hot color. She had almost put her ear up to the door in order to hear more of the conversation between the two boys. At first it had shocked her --particularly to hear her own son using words like pussy and horny. But the more she listened, the more excited she found herself becoming!

She particularly felt a throb of wanton interest in hearing Danny Horton talk about the wonders of sex. And the part about peeking at his own mother just to see her naked body had just the right tinge of pure lustiness to turn on an otherwise bored and restless thirty-five-year-old housewife and mother like her!

She also wondered what pussy Danny had been referring to at the beginning of the overheard conversation. She wondered if the boys had smuggled in some dirty pictures to look at.

When the conversation died down she decided that she had tempted fate far enough. She certainly didn't want one of the boys to suddenly open the bedroom door and catch her eavesdropping on their erotic talk.

So she slipped back down to the end of the trailer and checked to see if her husband was still asleep.

He was --,a big, snoring bear of a male lying on one side with his slightly balding head protruding from the covers like a melon.

She found herself feverishly wishing that it was Danny Horton in the bed instead of Joe. The idea just sprang into her head like a tiger, making her blush again.

You should be ashamed of yourself, Sylvia Parker, she thought. Danny Horton is only an eighteen year-old cadet at your son's military school ... only a very young, very good looking boy!

But it was the way she had heard Danny talking that she couldn't erase from her mind. And despite her better nature, she could feel the large, starved nipples of her breasts begin to firm and point.

God, it might be fun at that to let a horny young man do wild things to my body ... to see just how far he could go in making me feel like a real woman again!

When she had regained her composure, she went down the hall toward the bathroom again. But this time she made plenty of noise so that the boys would know she was up.

When she finished in the bathroom she came out and, tapped on the door of Bobby's room.

"Time to get up," she trilled, softly.

"Bobby, you use the bathroom first -- and don't take all morning. Your father will be waking up soon."

She heard the answering voice of her son from beyond the door -- and it seemed husky and ragged. It made her wonder if that devilish young Danny had succeeded in jacking himself off again!

She was putting on the coffee in the kitchen area of the large mobile home when the bedroom door opened and Bobby scampered out to the bathroom, leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar.

It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime moments for Sylvia Parker, and she knew it Of her several choices, she chose the one most likely to get her into some kind of trouble. But it was the best trouble in the world for a lonely, underloved, and mature female.

Almost without knowing what she was doing, Sylvia put down the egg she was about to break and walked quietly to the edge of the open bedroom-door.
She looked inside.

Danny Horton was totally unaware that he was being looked at, and it was to full advantage that Sylvia was able to get one blinding glimpse of the youthful, naked body of the boy. He was lying with the sheet thrown back, and his legs were sprawled slightly apart. His penis was fully stiff' and standing rigidly up from the dark nap of pubic hair below his navel. Like a young satyr, he had his right hand around the base of his cock and he was slowly, luxuriously jacking himself off.

Sylvia stood riveted to the spot, drinking in the lewd but wildly exciting scene. She was experiencing many emotions, but one of them seemed to ride herd over the rest. And that was the thumping lustiness in her veins at the sight of Danny's teenaged prick.

It seemed enormous to her -- large, long, and every bit as big as her husband's!

She watched as the cadet slowly stroked his man-sized tool up and down. She could see the blunt, pink head of his cock being uncapped with every downward thrust of Danny's fist -- and the way the strongly muscled column seemed to be lifting up the two smooth, beautifully shaped balls made something start clawing deep inside her pussy.

There was no doubt in her mind now that Danny could do plenty with that impressive teenaged prick of his!

When she first looked in at him, Danny had his eyes closed, the tip of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth. There was no telling what salacious images of wet cunts were parading through his mind as he pleasured himself, but after a few moments he opened his eyes -- and stared straight up at the face of his best friend's mother.

His fist continued pumping one or two more strokes, and then he jerked his hand away from his throbbing rod as if it had suddenly turned red hot.

"Jesus, Mrs. Parker!" Danny gasped, trying desperately to pull the sheet over his loins. But his penis was still so stubbornly hard that the thin sheet tented up obscenely over his hips.

Sylvia knew that she still had an option. She could pull the shocked and outraged mother act and let the whole incident go by. Or she could elect to pave a way for a new and forbidden pleasure for herself and the lusty boy lying so availably before her.

For better or for worse, she chose the second coarse!

Swiftly and silently she slipped through the bedroom door and came around to the corner of the bed, to Danny to close her fingers around that delightfully protruding object under the sheet.

Without a word she reached out and grasped the sheeted head of Danny's stiffened prick with just the tips of her fingers. She held the large, spongy glans of his cock and squeezed just lightly enough to make him open his mouth in a low groan of deep pleasure.

Danny was staring at her through slitted eyes, his lips jerking uncertainly up and down in a ragged grin.

Sylvia would have given anything to simply leap into bed and fuck Danny Norton until his roguish young balls were exploding with passion deep inside her cant. But she knew that was not only impossible, but madness!

But she had gone this far, and she didn't intend to retreat an inch -- or should she have said six inches!

With her fingers still cupped around the blunted, bursting head of the prick, she lowered her face to him and whispered the words that any teenaged stud would love to hear.

"Don't go fishing this morning with Bobby and his father," she breathed, her words sounding like struck flint to both their ears. "Tell them you want to go back to school-and I'll offer to take you in the station wagon. Just don't leave!"

Danny gulped, and nodded -- and she could feel a wild throb of expectant lust go through the flared head of his prick and vibrate against her fingertips.

"And don't ever tell Bobby or my husband or anybody about this," she hissed, softly. "If you promise me that, I'll promise you the best fuck of your horny young life!"

The words seem to hover in the air and lick hotly at the imagination of the naked cadet. His handsome face lit up in a mask of carnal desire.

With her modesty completely stripped away, Sylvia couldn't resist in sharpening the already fiery lust of the boy whose prick she was brazenly teasing.

"Would you like to fuck me, Danny?" she whispered. "Would you like for me to take off all my clothes and lie down on the bed so that you could put your healthy young cock deep into my hairy pussy?"

"Oh, God yes! I'd love to do that, ma'am!"

"Good," she crooned. Then, as a parting shot, she closed her fingers all the way around the sheathed hardness of his vertical cock and inched her hand down until she had felt his entire length.

Just feeling of the immoral stiffness of Danny's manly prick made the lips of her cunt part inside her panties. She felt the trickling hotness of her fluids begin to flow, and the thought of how this boy's pumping peter would bring a long needed joy to her thighs made her tremble like a leaf.

But there was no more time to tease him now.

Reluctantly, she drew her fingers back from the huge stab of meat that was lifting the sheet up like a totem pole, and as she left the bedroom she looked back at the flushed and smiling face of her prospective stud and gave him a quick, promising wink.

Less than an hour later, everybody had used the bathroom and eaten breakfast. Danny had very considerately avoided looking directly at her over the small table in the breakfast nook, but she knew what he was thinking. His mind was on her pussy!

The moment of truth came when Danny said he guessed he wouldn't go fishing, after all.

"Hey," Joe Parker boomed, wiping his mouth free of egg and toast and glancing at Danny as if he had just lost his mind, "I never heard of a red-blooded boy who didn't like to fish. What's wrong, Danny?"

"Nothing, Mr. Parker -- except that I just remembered what Buzz Smith, our platoon sergeant, said yesterday about my needing to clean my footlocker. He said he'd check it today, and if I don't pass inspection I don't get the weekend off."

"Crazy damn discipline," Joe grunted. "Sometimes I think we made a mistake putting Bob here into a uniform."

"Sylvia broke in with a smile. "You know you don't mean that, honey. If Bobby weren't in school up here, we wouldn't drag a mobile home all the way so that you could fish your head off."

Joe grinned back. "Guess you're right. Coming up to this area two weeks out of the year is a pretty good vacation, all right."

"And you use me as an excuse for it," Bobby said, flatly.

"Don't sass your old man," Joe grinned. "You know you love to go fishing as much as I do."

"Yeah, guess so. But I want Danny to come along."

Danny shook his head. "No can do. You know how Buzz rides me. I'll just walk on back to the school."

"We can drop you off," Joe offered halfheartedly.

"You'll do nothing of the kind," Sylvia insisted. "The school is in the opposite direction from where you're going. I have to run into the village to do some grocery shopping, and I can take Danny where he needs to go."

"That's real nice of you, Mrs. Parker," Danny said, making his voice as casual as possible, "but you don't need to go to any trouble on my --"

"Nonsense," Sylvia cut in, "it's no trouble at all."

The scheme worked even more smoothly that either Sylvia or Danny had expected. Joe and Bobby put up very little argument about being delayed from fishing, and in less than another half-hour the fishermen had the jeep loaded and had bounced off down the road to their own kind of fun.

But it wasn't exactly the kind of fun Sylvia and Danny had in mind for themselves.

The second the jeep was out of sight. Sylvia locked the door of the mobile home and turned to her willing young lover.

"Take off your clothes again, Danny," she purred. "I don't want to waste any more time than we have to."

The words were like an aphrodisiac to Danny's lusty blood!

He stripped quickly down to his shorts and waited until his best pal's mother had taken off her dress. Sylvia hadn't bothered to put on a bra, and the second her large and fully mature tits came into view, Danny whistled softly under his breath.

"Like them?" Sylvia slurred, turning so that the teenager could get the full effect of how perfectly formed her breasts were. Ever since she was a girl, Sylvia and her big sister, Madge, had been turning male heads with their mammary gifts.

"Jesus, yes, I like 'em," Danny managed, his throat dry with the need to do more than look at her tasty boobs.

"Come here, Danny," she whispered.

He took the few steps necessary to reach her, and she let her hands fall down to the top of his shorts. He was wearing military school underwear -- white boxer shorts with buttons down the front -- and she slowly loosened each button in turn until his skimpy shorts fell down to his bare feet.

His large, prick was already sticking out from between his legs like a horn!

She didn't touch his penis this time, but merely stepped a bit closer to him -- close enough that the pear-shaped head of his cock almost touched her tummy.

"Now you can take off my panties," she said, huskily.

His fingers trembled as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic band and worked the thin, silken garment down over her hips. She was both amused, and excited by his lack of experience. If he had ever fucked a woman at all he didn't seem to show it-but his virginal condition honed her own more experienced passions to a fine point.

It was going to be wild, wet fun to introduce this delicious cock to the fine art of satisfying cunt!

Finally, he got the panties off. All the way off. She stepped lightly out of them, her tits swaying as the nipples hardened and lengthened and made the cones of suckable meat top-heavy.

As for Danny, his eyes were darting from her breast to her pussy-not knowing where the hell was the best place to stare!

"Follow me," she said teasingly.

She led him back to the bed where she and Joe had slept. It was still mussed, and the idea of letting this oversexed boy fuck her where not an hour before she had been lying bored with her husband made her hormones sizzle like a whore's.

She lay down in the middle of the bed and opened her legs very wide. She wanted Danny to see the pouting softness of her cuntal lips, the little scarlet slit that was already wet with desire.

He was still standing by the side of the bed, breathing hard, his cock standing out like a club, his eyes greedy and sparkling with the kind of mounting lust that only a maturing young male can manage.

She held up her arms to him.

"Fuck me, Danny," she breathed, her voice guttural and hoarse. "Do anything you want to do-only hurry, darling!"

It was the final challenge to his ego. Having a beautiful, naked woman begging him to fuck her was just something he had dreamed about, heard about, and read about. But now he was actually going to do it!

With a panting groan of need, the cadet crawled quickly into position above her. She opened her legs ever wide apart as he dug his knees deep into the mattress and shoved his hands high up inside her thighs. She goose bumped at the touch of his eager hands, and a sudden twitching around the folds of her cunt signaled that she couldn't wait to have him inside her.

"Here," she gasped, huskily. "Let me do it!"

She reached with both hands down between his legs and spread the sturdy root of his furiously stiffened prick. She held it like a fat bar of solid iron as she pulled the bursting head between the oily lips.

His cock went into her with a soft, slurping sound and the hairs wreathing her pussy twined like hot moss around the cylinder of his meat.

He pumped his hips instinctively until most of his horny tool was buried in the steaming oven of her slit. She lay back with a deep sigh of pleasure, loving the hardness of him, the youthful strength of his prick.

She could let him fuck her forever.

He pumped more forcefully now, and presently he had his rod into her right up to the balls. In fact, she could feel the firm, warm bag containing his sperm-filled balls nestling nicely against the lifted crack of her anus.

"Now," she murmured raggedly, "fuck me slow and deep!"

If he had been the kind of practiced gigolo he was built to be, he might have indeed balled her with those slow and teasing rhythms that can drive a hot-blooded female into a rage of lust.

But his blaring nuts had to be satisfied as quickly and as ruthlessly as possible.

He became like a young goat once his cock was crammed into her throbbing cunt, and the whole bed shook with the powerful thrusting of his lusts.

He fucked her with a panting boldness that made her pussy spread with an itching warmth. But what he lacked in finesse he made up for in enthusiasm!

After only a few minutes of feeling his gorged hard-on sluice like a big sausage between the slippery, foaming lips of her cunt she rolled her head from side to side and achieved an orgasm that rolled up through her loins and made the nipples of her aroused tits tingle like pink bells.

It was obvious that Danny had never fucked a woman before -- and certainly he had never experienced the joy of having a hot pussy constrict and suck at his stroking cock because he fucked well enough to make a female climax.

But when it happened he loved it!

He knew the cunt he was balling had reached the ultimate in pleasure. He could tell by the trickling juices that ran over his overheated balls, by the way Mrs. Parker moaned and clutched at the sheets.

It made his prick grow even stiffer and longer inside her!

Sylvia felt her spasms flow like a boiling tide from the first strong spurts of pleasure to the smallest undulations of ebbing joy ... and she was glad the itching was still strong between her legs. She even opened her legs a tiny bit wider, stretching them out until the muscles hurt in her thighs-thus allowing her bold young stud to pump harder and faster.

She knew that in seconds he would empty those sexy young balls of his into her cant, and she felt a glowing, lewd desire to milk every drop of his sperm with just the lips of her pussy.
It was a trick she was sure would make the young cadet go crazy with maddened lust.

She waited until the exact moment when his prick stiffened for the final time, and then she reached down with both hands and pushed him upward by his, hips until only the bloated head of his prick was caught like a love-apple between the sodden folds of her cant.

It worked like a charm!

With a hoarse cry of pleasure, Danny unloaded both his brimming nuts, sending wildly spurting globs of sperm searing into the trench of her sex!

She knew even before he had finished' climaxing that she would want to be fucked by this devil again-and soon!!



Chapter 10

"I wonder how far Kurt's gotten with Stacey," Bill chuckled as they took the turn off the mountain road and entered the long drive leading up to the cabin.

"Well, we'll soon find out!" Birdie laughed, too.

Then they saw Kurt's blue Plymouth heading down the drive toward them, and they pulled over slightly so the car could squeeze beside them on the narrow drive.

"Well, there they are now!" exclaimed Birdie. " I wonder where they're going!"

"Hey, that's not them! There's two guys driving that car!" exclaimed Bill. The car was coming down the drive as fast as it could move, leaving a wide trail of dust behind it as it sped by. The driver did not pause when he passed Bill and Birdie in their car, but pressed the accelerator down harder and sped off:

"Hurry, Bill!" cried Birdie. "Get up to the house! Kurt and Stacey must be up there! Oh, God! I hope they're all right!"

Without replying, Bill stepped on it hard and pulled screeching up to the cabin. Bill and Birdie jumped out, leaving the doors to their car open and almost tumbled over one another climbing up the porch steps that led to the house.

"Do you have the key?" called Birdie to Bill.

But they didn't need it. The door was unlocked. In a moment they were in the bedroom, where Stacey was tied hand and foot naked on the bed, a gag stuffed in her mouth, while tied to a chair, dressed only in his shorts, was her brother Kurt. Birdie rushed to where Stacey lay. Those two men must have done this! God! The poor child! "I'll have you untied in a moment," she assured the curvaceous blonde beauty on the bed, as she worked feverishly at the strips of sheeting. Birdie couldn't help noticing the voluptuous curves, the satiny skin ... the full-mounded loveliness of her breasts. She's a real beauty! You can't really blame a man for wanting to fuck that little cunt of hers! She looked across at the blonde's brother and saw that his penis was fully erect. The sight of it gave her a little tingling thrill, which was doubled in intensity when she looked at her husband, Bill, who was struggling with Kurt's bonds. For he, too, had an involuntarily lurching bulge standing out against the cloth of his pants. It must have been pretty hot and heavy around here!

Finally, Stacey's hands and feet were freed, and Birdie removed the gag from the younger woman's mouth. Stacey had melted into tears of relief when Birdie and Bill appeared in the room; as she was released she struggled to sit up and threw herself into the arms of her brother's friend's wife.
Birdie hugged her soft form to her and cooed, "Everything's going to be okay, now!"

"Two men ... horrible brutes ... " Stacey sobbed. "They came in here ... and ..."

"And what, honey?" Birdie coaxed, when the petite blonde stopped, unable to go on.

"One of them was going to kill Kurt ... and they stabbed him ... and then ... they forced me ...."

"I thought so ... but they didn't hurt you, did they?"

"No-no ..."

Then Kurt was free, and he ripped the gag from his mouth.

"You should have seen her!" he roared. "She was enjoying every damn minute of gettin' fucked .by those guys -- and sucking their cocks!"

Leaping out of his chair, he crawled up on the bed to kneel above his terrified sister, who stared up at him, her mouth agape.

" I-I couldn't help it, Kurt!'-' she cried.

"You loved every fucking minute of it, damn it! You fucked them back!"

Birdie was there. "Calm down, Kurt! She couldn't help it! And anyway ... weren't you doing the same thing before they came?" She hung on to his arm and reasoned with him.

"W-Well, yes, in a way," he admitted. Reminded of that, his eyes gleamed then with renewed desire for her. His massive erection ached from having had to watch his sister's debauchment. He really wanted to have her himself. "And I can't help myself either ... from wanting to fuck you again myself ... right now!"

"No! Oh, God, no! Not again ... now! Can't you wait for a while!" his sister moaned.

"No!" Kurt roared. "And I'm going to fuck you the only way you haven't had it yet!"

Shaking Birdie's grip from his arm, Kurt reached down to his young sister, grasped her by the waist, hauled her up, and flipped her over on her stomach. Prone on the bed, Stacey wailed, "Kurt! What are you going to do!'

Then he gripped her waist, hauling her up to her knees, the softly rounded moons of her quivering buttocks coming back toward the rage-hardened shaft of his pulsing cock that speared out menacingly from his hairy loins. "I'm going to shove my cock right up inside your cheatin' little asshole, little sister!" he exclaimed loudly.

She didn't understand him ... his reasoning why he would want to do such a horrible thing to her; her mind boggled. Is there nothing he won't do to me?
Birdie turned to her husband Bill. "Honey, we've got to help them out. He'll really hurt her if she's not ready!"

"Yeah," said Bill. "I'm going to help all right! Kurt promised me a piece of this, and fm going to fuck this little girl, too!"

Deliberately Bill began to take off his clothes as Birdie watched her lover Kurt on the bed with his sister. The tall blonde was pulling back the heavy foreskin of his long, thick, pulsing cock with one hand, while with the other he held Stacey solidly in place on all fours before him. Then, he was flexing his hips and nudging the bulbous, blood engorged head into the crevice between his sister's cream-white, fear-trembling buttocks.

Birdie knew what would happen next, and she acted to delay it. Sinuously, she climbed on the bed, unbuttoning her blouse at the same time and allowing the fullness of her breasts, unfettered by any restraining bra, to peep out prettily. Her hand reached out and grasped the shaft of Kurt's hardened prick, feeling it warm and throbbing in her hand, as she had so many times.

"Kurt ... wait!" she hissed at him. "You have to get her ready for it!"

He was already prodding the head of it against the tightly puckered flesh of his sister's hesitantly cringing little anus.

"I want to do it now, Birdie! Don't try to stop me!" he cried.

"No!" she squeezed his cock's shaft hard with her tiny hand. "She's got to be stretched, first ... before you fuck her there with this big cock of yours!"

He was distracted, now. "Really?" he queried with a grunt, some reasoning returning to him.

"Really! Believe me!"

"How?"

"Use your fingers ... starting with one ... and working up to three, at least," she instructed.

"Okay."

Birdie released the pulsing shaft of his penis as he rocked back on his heels. She started taking off her blouse. Tossing it aside, she kneeled up to shed her skirt and panties, and she too was completely naked. Then, she crawled up to lie down so that her head was near Stacey's. She smiled into the younger woman's tearful face, saying, "It'll be easier for you ... after your brother stretches you back there!"

"Oh, God! I don't care any more! I just want him to hurry up and do it!" the honey-blonde wailed. Then she winced as she felt her brother shove his finger into the smooth, spongy passage, back there between her fearfully clenching buttocks.

Birdie reached out to cup a rounding, pear shaped breast that hung down pendulously from Stacey's chest, feeling its satiny smoothness and rolling the sensitive nipple to erection between her thumb and forefinger. "I think he wants to restore his male pride."

Stacey could vaguely understand that. Then. she glanced up to see that Bill was naked now, and was crawling up on the bed to watch as Kurt wormed his finger around in his sister's warm rectum.

"But ..: why is Bill doing that?" she queried, looking back toward him, seeing his nakedness, the lancing stiffness of his fully erected penis standing out below and throbbing with his heartbeat. "Not him, too!"

"Yes. I'm afraid he can't help himself either, honey," cooed Birdie.

"Yeah," said Bill then. "And tell her about you and Kurt!"

"Y-you and ... Kurt?" Stacey echoed. "Wh-what ...?"

"Well, honey, Bill feels like it's okay because he lets me and Kurt fuck each other whenever we want to. So he'd like to fuck you, now, too."

Kurt, kneeling behind his sister, suddenly pulled his finger from her rectum, replacing it immediately with two of them, as he followed Birdie's instructions. Stacey felt the searing sensation in her cruelly stretched rear passage as her brother's two fingers plunged deep into her there, and she recoiled, trying to rock forward away from it. Bill reached out to help Kurt hold her solidly in place. "Oooooohh!" she whined. "That burns!"

The young woman had never experienced the hands of another woman, but she liked the soothing way that Birdie Wilson's hands were roaming over her body now. It was strange, but there was a tiny flame being rekindled in her belly, telling her that she was going to be aroused again.

Birdie was talking earnestly to her. "Listen, Stacey. For a long time now we've all wanted you to be like us -- a real lover! You're so beautiful and we just want you to enjoy life the way we do!"

Stacey could barely understand what she was saying. She had known that Kurt was an experienced man ... had known that he had lovers. But Bill and Birdie! God! It was too much to be true!

Stacey hadn't responded and Birdie repeated it. "Did you hear me, Stacey? Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I-I guess I do. I love all of you:"

Kurt continued worming his fingers around inside his sister's rectum. "Is it all right, Stacey?" he asked now, finally getting control of himself. "Is it all right with you if Bill and I fuck you?"

Stacey could hardly refuse after all that she had already submitted to today. She could not even remember now what it was like to be the virgin that she had been this morning.

"Yes, Kurt!" she finally answered softly. "You and Bill are sweet and I love you, so go ahead!"

Stacey couldn't believe how quickly she'd been aroused by her brother's fingers squirming around inside her rectum, plus the stimulation of Bill Wilson's hand that teased at her sensation-charged clitoris and Birdie's knowing manipulation of her breasts. She was already again, a seething volcano of salacious desire, and involuntarily her hips had begun to rock back and forth almost uncontrollably against their lewdly plundering hands. Oooooohhh! God, that feels so good! She knew now that she had given the right answer.

Birdie could now feel that building warmth and the moistness of her own arousal.

Using his hands, Kurt spread his sister's trembling buttocks to reveal the tiny orifice, and he felt her tensing as she waited for him to make his lewd entrance into her.

"Relax, honey," Birdie Wilson whispered into her ear. "You'll have to relax, so it won't hurt you." Impulsively, Bill's black-haired wife kissed her.

Stacey had never been kissed like that before. The other woman's soft lips and moist tongue exploring her mouth was like no other kiss. She liked it, and after a moment she was responding, kissing her back.

Then, she felt the blood-engorged head of her brother's fully hardened cock pressing hard against the resilient orifice of her anus. She was scared but she made her decision. She wouldn't try to back out of it now. Oooooohh! It's starting to hurt! I can feel it stretching! Oooohhhh!

With a sudden flexing thrust of his hips, then, Kurt shoved the throbbing head of his cock up into her gently pulsing anus. He felt it pop through the tightly stretched little ring of rectal muscle. Damn! She's tight! Perspiration popped out on his brow with the effort he was expending.

"Oooooohhh!" Stacey moaned down into Birdie's mouth, and Bill's wife kissed her harder, her hands smoothing over the young blonde's breasts, making them tingle with the soft touch of her palms on the smooth, satiny flesh.

Kurt held quite still in her, feeling the tight sheath of her rectum squeezing around his bulbously throbbing cock-head. It excited him all the more, and when his penis expanded, jerking involuntarily, it made him gasp with the pure pleasure of it.

Christ!" Then, he had to have it in her the full length. He shoved hard, and the shaft of his cock disappeared up inside the warm, rubbery clinging walls another. inch.

"Hurry up, for Christ's sake!" Bill grated. "I can't wait any longer!"

Harder yet, Kurt pushed, until finally, the full, lust-thickened length of his wildly pulsing cock was all the way up inside the spongy, smooth warmth of her tightly clenching rectum. He could feel the muscles contracting and relaxing around him, and it was driving him wild with erotic need. Experimentally, he pulled out a little way and then shoved it back in, glad that he had remembered to smear some saliva on the head of his cock before he tried putting it in her.

"Okay! It's in! Turn her over, now!" Bill panted, as his hand went down to grasp the throbbing shaft of his cock that had begun to ache painfully.
Birdie scrambled to the side out of the way, as Kurt wrapped his arms around his sister's trembling body and flopped over to his side, keeping her in the same relative position; then, he rolled over to his back, hauling her up on top of him, his cock still goring deep up into her rear passage.

As Stacey's legs splayed obscenely, Bill Wilson was over them instantly, wedging his hips up between the softly tapering flesh of her thighs, his hand guiding the lust inflated head of his cock to the moist pink slit of her cuntal opening. With no further ado, he rammed into her, his hardened shaft soaring deep, all the way to the base of it, in one smooth, cunt-spreading thrust.

"Ooohh, my God!" Stacey wailed. "Oh, my Goddd!"

And, then everything became jumbled in her mind. She was being fucked, as she had never before been fucked. Above her, Bill Wilson was plunging in and out of her searing hot cunt like an insane man; while below, her brother Kurt was jack-hammering up into the nerve-sensitive sheath of her rectum.

All the while, lewd sensations of desire chased through her, as her senses dimmed and she gave herself over to the complete enjoyment of it. l feel like they're tearing me apart but I don't care! I don't care because it feels so good!

Birdie, watching both her virile men, as they slaved away fucking Kurt's young sister, couldn't wait. She had to be part of it, too; the building passion within her had to be satisfied, and there was only one way. Her hand went down to her loins, her finger going into the female slit to find her erect clitoris, to caress massagingly. She masturbated often; and she liked it, but then, she wondered: Damn! Stacey's really into it ... doing everything! Maybe, she'd do that, too!

Suddenly, the young blonde was staring up through passion-dimmed eyes into the coral- pussy of Bill Wilson's wife, the tiny, flowered open cant-folds glistening dully with viscid moisture. Birdie had straddled her head where it rested in the hollow of her brother's neck, and as she poised there above Stacey's lust-distorted mouth, she murmured, "Lick me, Stacey! Eat my cunt ... honey."

In her present state of mind, Stacey was in a world of sex and sensation, as her whole body -- and her mind, now-responded wildly to every new thrill. Without hesitation or reservation, her tiny, pink tongue shot out to make electrifying contact with the older woman's pulsingly hard clitoris. Greedily she licked at it, as below, Bill and Kurt surged in and out of both her pelvic openings. She was filled to absolute capacity with plundering cocks and now she was bringing yet another dimension to her lovemaking, as she began thrusting her. tongue in and out of Birdie's yearning hot cant.

Faster, deeper, and harder, the two men plunged into her, as she lay helplessly sandwiched between them, and her whole world, she sensed, was going to come to an end soon. She felt her explosive climax coming, and she was a little disappointed that it couldn't keep going on and on, forever.

Beneath her, his burning cock working deep into the moist dark warmth of her rectum, Kurt felt the burning hot sear of impending ejaculation, and he bucked upward against her to drive his lustfully expanding cock deeper yet. He felt her loins moving between them, fucking them both back, furiously. God! It feels good. I've never had anything like this! Then, he was Gumming. He slammed into his sister's rectum hard, and his cock was spewing his lewd sperm into the spongy depths of her back passage. He groaned with the satisfying sensation. "Aaaaauuugh! Christ! That's good!"

Stacey felt the expanding shaft of his cock; as her brother's semen jetted into her, while almost at the same time, she felt the convulsive beginnings of her own orgasm. Then, it was there for her. She soared upward rocket like, her orgasmic release describing a parabola of heightening sensation on the way up, until at the apogee, she felt as though she could have gone into orbit, but then as gravity pulled her back toward the earth, she was there again on the bed sandwiched between her brother on the bottom, his cock still pumping his cum frantically up into her, and her brother's friend slamming his massive penis deep into her hungrily nibbling cunt in insanely pistoning strokes like a pile driver run amok. Instinctively, she was tonguing in and out of Birdie's steaming cunt above her in tempo with Bill's plundering cock in her own wildly clasping cunt. She couldn't scream aloud. Her mouth was too busy.

Then, with a throaty scream, Birdie came. "Aaaaaauuugh! Goddd! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaaaaauuugh!" Great, convulsive shudders lanced through her body, and with a mewling moan, she pitched forward, curling her body on the bed, as she quivered with her release.

Finally, then, Bill Wilson was there, too. He came in great hosing streams of white hot viscous semen, his cock expanding rhythmically as it was shot deep into the young woman's clinging cuntal passage. With a grunt of satisfaction he collapsed pantingly on top of her, his legs straightening out, and he lay there heavily like a log. The four of them were lost in their deep enjoyment- of their orgiastic sexual union, and the only sound for a few moments was the rasp of breath in four pairs of tortured lungs.

After a while, they stirred. Bill rolled off from on top of Kurt's sister and stretched out full length, his hand going to cup the convulsively heaving mound of one of his wife Birdie's heaving breasts.

Kurt squirmed from under his sister and took her solidly in his arms. He kissed her tenderly. "I love you, darling." he whispered.

"I love you, too, Kurt," she murmured. "I love all of you!"

Down the road a few miles, another drama was unfolding.

Sylvia Parker's body was being drained dry by her son's friend, Danny. It was one of the most delightful mornings of her life!



Chapter 11

The two men didn't get very far in the one remaining car. Less than a half-mile from the cabin the carburetor burst in a flood of gasoline. They decided it had to be because of the altitude. The two started walking toward the very direction of Sylvia Parker's mobile home.

Danny Horton stayed half the morning in the mobile home.

Before the cadet put on his clothes to be driven back to the military school in the Parker station wagon, he had fucked his best friend's mom four times, and he had learned a great deal about what it takes to please a mature woman.

As they bumped along in the station wagon, Danny felt constrained to check out just what his progress report was.

"How was I?" he asked, glancing over at the profile of Sylvia Parker, taking in the strong jut of her breasts and remembering how good they had tasted against his tongue. She exchanged glances with him, and smiled. "You were very good, Danny. Are you sure that was the first time you ever satisfied a woman?"

The cadet blushed. "Jesus, was it that obvious?"

"Yes, but in a nice way. The only thing wrong was that it made me feel slightly like a dirty old woman."

Danny shook his head politely. "Don't say that. I loved what you let me do. I'd like to do it again, too." And even as he suggested another round of screwing, Danny could feel his young prick twitching toward still another healthy hard-on!

"It's very dangerous, Danny. We could have been caught, you know."

"It would almost be worth it. You liked it, didn't you?"

She glanced at the handsome young man again and wished like hell that they had fucked five times! She could still feel the nice hardness of his lusty cock inside the walls of her cant, still sense the pumping hotness of him, the endless energy of his teenaged buttocks hammering out a waltz of passion above her open thighs.

"Yes," she whispered, softly, "I liked what we did very much -- and I do want to have you again."

"We could maybe get a motel room," Danny said, letting one hand fall down into his lap to cover the growing bulge at his crotch. "I'd sure like to fuck you real good in a place where nobody would disturb us."

The idea was tempting, she thought, but since the only motel in the small village near the military school wasn't exactly that private, she knew it wouldn't work. If a woman was seen going into a motel room with one of the local cadets, the news would spread like wildfire.

"No motel," she said.

Danny grinned. "Hey, I got an idea. If we let old Bobby in on what we're doing, we could keep on fucking in your mobile home. We could do it while your husband is out fishing every day."

"Are you insane?" she stammered. "I can't ever let Bobby know what we did this morning. He's too young -- and besides, he's my own son!"

Danny was still grinning. "Bobby's got a nice-sized cock on him. All the guys talk about it in the showers at school. They call him Hoss' Parker behind his back."

Despite herself, Sylvia felt her ears prickling up at that news! She realized suddenly that she had not seen her own son naked since he was a very little boy. Was it possible, she wondered, that her son was better hung than Danny Horton?

"You -- uh -- don't mean that Bobby is - ah -- better equipped than you are?" she questioned weakly.

"Hell, he's got me beat by a couple of inches any way you look at it. That bastard is a first-class stud."

The information was most enlightening!

All the conversation about sex was heating both of them up, and Sylvia kept glancing constantly between Danny's legs. His hand was cupped almost shyly over the huge erection in his tight, army-type trousers.

Sylvia smiled. "May I see what you're hiding, Danny?"

He gulped as crimson spots appeared on his cheeks, but he drew his hand away so that she could see the boldly outlined shape of his prick.

It amazed her that he could have another tremendous hard-on after having balled her like an animal all morning!

"Take it out of your pants," she said, her voice hoarse with the need to touch his penis one more time.

"Christ, you mean right in the car?"

"Why not? Nobody is going to see us."

He didn't have to be asked twice to do something that stirred his lascivious imagination so easily.

He unzipped his pants and finally managed to pull out his bone-hard prick. It stood up out of his fly like a banana, the pink head still flushed a deeper, pinker color from all the fucking he had done.

Her right hand left the steering wheel and fluttered over between his legs. She touched her fingers lightly up and down the rigid pole of flesh, playing with his cock, teasing it, making it grown stiffer with every feather touch.

"God, I'd give a million bucks to fuck you again right now," Danny groaned, spreading his legs as far apart as he could under the conditions, and putting his arms back up over the back rest. "I guess I'm a sex maniac, or something-but that damned dick of mine stays hard twenty-four hours a day."

"That's nice," Sylvia, crooned, slowing the big station wagon to a crawl as she brazenly began to jack him off. She loved the way his prick throbbed and responded to the squeezing pressurings of her hand. It gave her a sense of power to play with his large cock, and just remembering how nice it had felt between her legs made her pussy begin to sweat with pleasure.

The more she gently jacked his penis the closer he came to a climax. She had him panting with lust in only minutes.

"I-I-I'm gonna cum," he husked. "I'm gonna shoot my load all over my goddamn uniform!"

She slowed the car down and pulled off the road. She was still pumping her hand up and down on his horny prick as she looked in the rear-view mirror and ahead. There was nobody coming-nobody except Danny!

"Tell me when you can't hold it any longer," she breathed, leaning forward and watching her own slender fingers curled around the big, lewdly erected organ of the cadet.

Danny closed his eyes and let his lips part as one drumming thrill after another went through his balls and out to the head of his cock. He thought of hot pussies all lined up in a row for him to fuck-everything from young cants to the hairy snatches of forty-year old whores!

"AA.AAHHHHhhhhh!!!"

She could feel the powerful surging from his testicles, and swiftly, expertly, she leaned far over his thighs and took over half of his rigid prick into her mouth. The warm, velvety touch of her lips and tongue over his hard peter triggered the final joy for him, and with a grunt of pure lust he let his balls fire off one tremendous glut of sperm after another.

The hot, bolting jets of his male nectar filled her mouth to overflowing-but she swallowed every drop of it. She loved the taste and smell of his creamy, healthy sperm. She vented her own need for pleasure by continuing for a few moments to gently suck around the head of his prick, milking the last droplets onto her tongue while one of her hands softly squeezed the root of his cock.

Very slowly, very reluctantly, his penis softened in her mouth. She gave his faltering prick one of two loving swipes with her tongue.

From the hill just above the parked station wagon, Bill and Kurt could waste no more time watching the wild scene. It had been almost an hour since they had left the girls at the cabin, and these two unlikely lovers had been the first human beings they had come upon. Kurt ran the few steps down out of the roadside brush and stuck his head in the window. He didn't bother to look down at the cadet's penis; he had seen enough of it in the last ten minutes.

"Listen," he said. "I know this is a hell of a time but my friend and I have to get to the police. Will you drive us? Our car has been stolen."

Sylvia was almost in a state of hysterics, but before she could pull herself together, Bill and Kurt were in the car, with Kurt driving. Danny and Sylvia sat in the back seat, just looking at each other in sheer fright. Maybe these two men were the police! And God! They were driving straight to the police station in the village!

But the woman and the young man calmed down as they sat and listened to Kurt tell his story to the desk sergeant.

The complaint filed, Sylvia drove the two men to where they could rent a car to drive back to the cabin. Before she left them, Bill gave Sylvia a knowing grin and said, "Listen, here's our phone numbers down in the city. After you and your husband get back there, give us a call. We'll have .a little party, if you know what I mean."

Sylvia knew exactly what he meant, and she did call a week later. After that it was a steady weekly affair, all five of them playing from bed to bed ... Stacey's bed, Kurt's bed, anybody's bed. But not Sylvia's bed.

She had never even mentioned a word of the incident in the mountains to her husband Joe. He would never understand.



The End
