Daddy's little girls - erotic stories, sex tales



The tremendous impact of a parent's attitudes and behavior upon a growing teen has been emphasized many times over by numerous renowned psychologists. Indeed, a parent's influence often carries on into a teen's later years, leaving an indelible mark upon his personality.

This influence can be favorable, as when a teen grows into a mature and happy adult, or for the bad, where a teen grows into a confused outsider, perhaps turning to crime and hostility.

This is the story of two cousins who, like other children, are influenced by their parents. Feeling at times rejected or neglected, they try to find the love and affection and approval they crave through the pursuit of sexual adventure.

Where, indeed, wilt it lead them? Will their journey into adulthood become difficult, hindering their hopes of becoming relatively happy, adult women?

DADDYS LITTLE GIRLS -- a story of two girls who discover growing up in America nowadays can be a task with more pitfalls than at any time before in our history.



CHAPTER ONE

"They're going to fuck!" Betty whispered to Lynette, as the eighteen-year-old cousins looked in through Olive Cook's window.

Red-haired Lynette glared at blonde Betty and shushed her. Lynette didn't really want to look, but she couldn't help herself Betty always got her to do crazy things when she came for her summer vacation visit. Peeping in at Mrs. Cook and Russ, was a crazy thing to do. Lynette didn't want to watch them fuck. The very thought of fucking frightened her. But Betty, having been raised on a farm instead of in a city, was excitedl interested in it. Lynette wished her father and mother hadn't left them here alone with her brother. There was no telling what trouble her mischievous cousin might get them into before Lynette's parents came home. She also wished Russ would just get up and leave Olive Cook's house, but he was showing no signs of doing that at all.

The woman and teen were sitting on the living room couch. The shapely woman tousled Russ' brown hair, laughed, and smacked another kiss on his lipstick-smeared mouth. He looked startled by it all. He had probably been startled ever since she had opened the door wearing only black panties and a brassiere. She had very big tits for such a small woman. They were bigger than Lynette's growing titties and even bigger than the high, thrusting beauties that had sprung out on Betty's chest in the past year. Russ kept looking nervously down at Mrs. Cook's tits while she fingered his hair.

"You picked a good day to come and collect," she was saying. "With my boyfriend out of town, it's nice to have a man around the house again. What's the matter, Russell? Are you flustered cause I don't have all my clothes on? Would you feel better if I went and put on a dress?"

"I, uh, no. It doesn't bother me," he said in quivering tone.

"Then what's the matter?" Mrs. Cook touched the nape of his neck. "Don't you like kissing girls?" she asked, moving closer to him and wetting her crimson lips with her very pink tongue.

"Sure I do," Russ muttered.

Mrs. Cook smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"They're Frenching like crazy!" Betty excitedly whispered. She had read about this sort of kissing all winter long, in the spicy romance books she'd found in her parents' closet. She had read about all sorts of wild things men and women did together, but she'd never had the chance to do them herself. Now her stomach felt funny and her pussy felt all wet and itchy as she watched them swapping tongues. She squeezed Lynette's hand very tightly all through the long kiss on the couch.

Russ looked a sick to his stomach. Mrs. Cook looked perfectly at ease. Laughing, with her nicely tanned legs curled up under her, she ruffled Russ' hair and said, "I've been looking at your pretty mouth for a long time now. I bet you've kissed every girl on your paper route. Do you like to neck with girls, Russ? Do you like to get 'em all hot, and play with their titties, and get in their hot panties? Come on. You can tell me."

"I, uh, don't have much time for girls."

"Sure. And it doesn't take a handsome stud like you very long to get a girl to spread her pretty legs for you. Just between you and me, are you fucking that cute redhead Lynette next door? And have you felt the tits of her cute country cousin?"

Lynette blushed hotly and turned to look at her cousin. Betty was squirming around and almost giggling, thrusting her pert nose closer over the windowsill. Inside, Russ was stammering, "I better go now, Mrs. Cook?"

"No need for that at all," she said. She nestled closer to him, slipping her hand front his neck to his shoulder. She plucked at his shirt buttons.

"I just turned eighteen," said Russ.

Mrs. Cook kneeled as she unbuttoned his shirt. Her waist was slim and her ass was very round. Her lacy black panties were so thin that the peeping girls could see the deep crack of her ass through them. Betty had yearned for panties like those for a very long time. With panties like those, plus her fast-growing tits, she could have had any boy within miles of the family farm. Hut at least she had this scene to look at now, and she secretl scratched at her hot, tingling cunt while the show before her continued on its thrilling way.

"Just as I thought. You don't have a hair on your chest yet," said Mrs. Cook, smoothing her palms over Russ' warm flesh while he shivered and squirmed on her couch. "But then, neither do I," she said, as she cupped and lifted her big, bra-covered tits in her hands before reaching back toward Russ.

Russ was twitching and squirming as she played with his nipples.

"That... tickles. Hey, I better go, Mrs. Cook."

Very calmly, Mrs. Cook straddled Russ' lap, holding him firmly on her couch, while she went on playing with his nipples.

"I need you here more than your other customers do," she told him. "You'll be much better off with me than sniffing after those stupid virgins on the block. And why don't you call me Olive instead of Mrs. Cook?"

"Olive, I... better get going."

"I wish you'd change your mind," she said, reaching behind her back to deftly undo the snaps of her thin, black bra.

"Ooo!" she said, reaching inside the loosened cups and squeezing her lovely, big tits. "So nice."

She let the cups of her lacy brassiere hang loosely over her big tits as she slid her hands dow around her slim waist. She held him by his shoulders and made her tits swing and sway in his face. Each twist and turn of her torso edged her bra straps farther off her shoulders.

Russ' staring eyes widened. His fingers, were digging into the couch cushions at his sides, as she said, "Take it off for me, honey. Take off my bra and have a look at a real set of tits, if you dare."

Russ very gingerly slid her bra off her arms. His mouth was hanging open, and he was breathing almost hard enough for the girls to hear him. Betty squeezed Lynette's hand tightly as they watched Olive place her hands behind her head and brazenly show off her tits. They were such big ones! They were tanned like the rest of her, and her nipples were huge and brown. She lifted them up by doing a shimmy other hips and shoulders, with her lace-covered pussy spread out over Russ' lap.

"Now, do you want to play with my tits?" Mrs. Cook said.

Russ shakily touched her tits.

"Oh, gosh!" Russ exclaimed. "So big! So warm and soft!"

Olive squirmed her panty-clad hips all around, and rubbed her thighs with her hands. "Yes, my tits are so nice and so big and so pretty. Nice guys like you just love big tits like mine. They like the so much they're always wanting to play with 'em and kiss 'em and suck an 'em. Just like you want to suck on mine."

Betty suppressed a nervous giggle, but couldn't suppress her urge to reach over and tweak one of Lynette's titties. Lynette gasped quite loudly. Both girls ducked when Olive turned to look at the window through which they were peeping, but both were looking through it again when the bare-titted woman held her tits before Russ' wide-eyed face.

"Kiss-kiss," said Olive, lifting her big, heavy tit and offering it to Russ. "Kiss-kiss and suck-suck," she said when the stiff-thrusting nipple had touched his slack lips. And then she smiled widely and began to massage both her asscheeks when Russ took her tit in his hands and sucked on it like an unweaned pig.

That's what it reminded farm girl Betty of -- at least at first. But then as she saw the rapt look in Russ' eyes and the pleased expression on Olive's pretty face, she felt so melty and warm all over she had to squirm her naked thighs together and squeeze her tits through the tank top she wore. Lynette could see what her cousin was doing. Betty didn't care. She just smiled and sighed and kneaded her tits, feeling their nipples stiffen in her palms. And she went on watching the lovel scene there before her.

"Nice, baby. Real nice," Olive purred, and taking her tit from his mouth, she smiled and fed him the other one. While he sucked, she played with the nipple that was already wet from his kisses, keeping her nipple stiff with her plucking fingers.

Lynette thought it was all quite disgusting, though she'd played with her titties herself. A girl couldn't help but do that, just to see if they were getting bigger. But Olive's tits were just as big as they'd ever get, and still she was playing with them. She was a bad woman, a wicked woman, not just for playing with her tits like that, but also for making Russ suck on them like they were filled with chocolate milk. And for making Betty play around with her tits like she was doing. And for making Lynette's titties itch so they almost hurt. "Let's go!" Lynette whispered to Betty. Betty quickly shook her head, and Lynette bit her lip and looked back through the window.

"Honey, you're getting me hot," Olive said to the teen. "You're making me glad I asked you in here." She reached down between her leg and ran her hand through her wide-open pussy.

She rubbed herself steadily. The two peeping girls could see her fingers each time they appeared from between her legs. Olive was breathing muc faster as she rubbed her pussy. "God damn! Feels good. I got me a real tit-hound, and that's for sure. Suck that tit, baby! Have all you want of it. Suck 'em nice and I'll give you a taste of cunt." She covered his eyes and his nose with her cunt-scented hand. Russ quickly turned his head away.

"What's the matter? Don't you like the smell of hot cunt?" Olive asked, still rubbing his face, rubbing her wide-open pussy with her other hand.

Russ twisted his head this way and that, moving it more weakly all the time. She switched hands, and his face went slack. She kissed him and squeezed her naked tits against his bare chest. She took off his shin and said, "Not a singe whisker, not a single hair on your chest. Have you got any hair in your pants yet? Open your fly, pretty baby, and show me what kind of a cock you've been hiding."

Betty turned to Lynette and whispered, "We're going to see his cock!"

Olive opened his fly and his shorts while he sat in a daze. The girls were in a daze, too. They were craning forward, holding each other's hand very tightly. Out sprang Russ' cock, very big and stiff. Lynette gasped and hid her face in her cousin's blonde hair. Betty was straining to see still more of it, while Olive, with the best view of all, grinne down at the stiff, white prick and said, "Not bad at all. Your cock's not as big as my boyfriend's, but it sure looks like it's hard enough."

She reached down and touched his prick. Russ suddenly exclaimed, "Mrs. Cook! Oh! Oh, no! OH! OH! OH, MRS. COOK!"

Betty gaped and Lynette held her breath as the white stuff came leaping out of Russ' cock. Even Olive seemed surprised by its sudden spurtings. She sat on his lap looking down as Russ' cock jerked and spewed, sending a long, white stream of his jism up her belly and onto her tits. Again and again his cock spurted, while Russ moaned. He tried to hold his cock still, but she grabbed his wrists. It went on spurting, squirting its ropy jets of white while Russ moaned in apparent misery. By the time its hot spurtings had slowed into droolings, his jism was all over Olive's big tits and belly and on the front panel, of her black panties.

"You fuckin' teens with your hair trigger!" she said. She kissed him again, with her tits all over his chest.

Russ looked exhausted. It seemed as if Betty would be disappointed in her wishes to see people fucking. Lynette just wanted to go home and have a good cry. But Olive wasn't giving up on Russ. She knew very well there was a lot more jism where that dame from.

CHAPTER TWO

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Your t-tits," Russ apologized.

"They're still here," Olive said, guiding his hands back to her tits.

As embarrassed as he was, Russ was quickly engrossed with her tits again. Her tits were so big and so soft, and so wonderfully heavy in his hands. And they were all his to play with and look at while Olive squirmed on his lap and stoked his arms.

"My boyfriend likes my tits, too," Olive said. "He likes to play with 'em. Likes to kiss 'em an suck on 'em. It gets him all hot and bothered. And me, too. Do you want to suck on 'em, honey? Do you want to suck on my big tits?"

Betty squeezed Lynette's hand, and the two cousins looked at each other. Betty whispered, "She sure does have big ones!"

Russ was sucking on Olive's big tits once again. Now that he'd had a taste of them, he was really going at it. He was slobbering open-mouthed kisses all over, and rolling them all around with his hands. Olive was helping him, feeding him more, and she was squirming very hotly on his lap and panting. "Yeah, baby! Eat 'em up! You don't need skinny tits like the ones next door when you've got big tits like mine to suck on. Suck-suck! Kiss-kiss! Baby, yes! Forget about that tight assed redhead and her dumb country cousin and suck on my big, hot tits."

Just then Betty felt very dumb for not being able to snare a teen like Mrs. Cook had, and Lynette felt very hot from the growing tension between her damp thighs. The cousins had their arms about each other's waists, trembling and holding on tight.

"Cock getting hard again?" Olive panted. "You angel, I've got just the place for it. Keep sucking tit, honey. I'll just tuck your cock up inside the leg hole of my panties, like this, and keep it nice and warm. Would you like to fuck it up inside my cunt? Would you like to fuck me, Russ?" He nodded his head excitedly.

"Of course you would," Olive purred. She grasped his cock and pressed it harder between her hot, flat belly and her lacy black panties. "My cunt's just itching for your virgin cock. And as soon as you give my cunt a nice big kiss, you can fuck me and make me cum."

Olive drew back, and Russ slipped away from her kiss-wetted nipple. He was panting and very red-faced.

"Are you afraid of kissing my cunt? If I could reach it, I'd kiss it myself. I'll tell you a secret. I've been thinking about kissing a couple of hot cunts around here ever since my boy friend left town. And that's just what I'll be thinking about when you're kissing mine."

Betty dragged Lynette down below the windowsill and whispered, "She kisses girls' cunts!"

"How can she stand it?"

"I wish she'd kiss mine!"

"What a terrible thing to say!" whispered Lynette, as she arched forward to look once again. She quickly dropped back when she saw Olive looking at her. Did Olive know they were there? Had Olive thought about kissing Lynette's cunt? The thought of Olive's wickedly beautiful face between her legs made Lynette squirm. And it made her peep up over the windowsill again, too. Russ was still sitting on the couch. His cock was clearly visible now. The girls saw his cock from between Olive's ankles as she stood astraddle him on the couch and urged him on to kiss her cunt. She still had her panties on. She rubbed her hips and hiked up her panties, squeezing her naked asscheeks.

"Yeah, Russie, kiss my cunt! Put your mouth right up against it, and blow your hot breath through my panties. Mmmm-m-m, feels so good! And it smells and it tastes so sexy." The seat of her black panties was caught in the crack of her ass, and her fingertips were digging into her globular asscheeks.

"It makes me so hot to have my cunt kissed! Gets my cunt all wet and juicy, and ready for fucking. I'd like to have myself a cunt to kiss about now. All hot and squirmy and cute, and a nice clitty to suck on. Stick out your tongue. Hold it right there, and I'll give you a taste of real pussy!"

Both Betty and Lynette craned to see, jostling and clinging to one another. Olive pulled her panties aside and tilted her hips up to give Russ a taste of her cunt. He didn't seem to mind it. Just minutes before he'd been learning how to French, and now he was Frenching a cunt and liking it.

Olive liked it. She was moaning and sighing and squeezing her ass, while she held onto Russ' hair, as if she was afraid he might stop.

"Yes! That's right! Once you get a taste for cunt you can't get enough of it! Take it from me -- I know. A virgin cunt's the best, but the one you've got your tongue in is damned hard to beat. Do you want to fuck now?"

Olive moaned in excitement as Russ nodded his head, with his trembling tongue still in her cunt. "Next time you can make a meal of my cunt," she said, "but right now I need to be fucked."

"It wasn't so bad," Russ panted, when she moved his black-pantied cunt from his face.

"It was beautiful!" Olive told him, kissing him warmly.

She leaned back and once again drew her panties aside. He was watching avidly and the girls were watching, too. Olive rose up on her knees with his cock in her hand and directed it up at her cunt. Russ' cockshaft was very white, his cockhead very pink in her tanned hand. Both girls winced as she directed his cockhead up between her legs, and they clung to each other's waists harder still as Olive lowered her wriggling cunt down on his cock.

As if by magic, it disappeared. Right up inside Olive's body it went, and its entry was accompanied by a moan of deep contentment tha came out of both Olive and Russ at once.

"Ah-h-h-h! Good and hard and hot!" Olive said. "Oh-h-h-h! I'm actually fucking you!" said Russ. "No, I'm fucking you this time," said Olive, and she began to move her hips.

Her hips were nice and round. Olive could squirm them in every direction, it seemed. And this she did while she held her tits in her hands and kept Russ constantly moaning.

"Oh-h-h, my gosh! Oh-h-h, it feels so good! Ge-e-ez, I'm actually fucking you!"

"And getting me hot! Getting me good and hot!" Olive panted, moving her hips even faster. "I'm gonna cum! Your kissing my cunt makes me cum! Oh, what a cock you've got! So stiff and hard, so fucking hot I can't stand it! Look, baby. Look how it's going in through my panties and up through my cunt. Oh, shit! Just look!" She began bouncing up and down on Russ' lap.

Her tits were flopping all around. Betty and Lynette could see them as Olive's torso twisted this way and that in her increasingly frenzied fucking. Russ had a far better view of her tits as they swung back and forth before his face. He clutched at Olive's tiny and very active waist, as if he feared she might change her mind about twisting and plunging her cunt up and down on his throbbing, hot cock.

"Now fuck me! Fuck back at me!" Olive commanded. "Get your ass off that couch, and shove your cock up inside me!" she cried. Russ quickly did as he was told.

His white cockshaft glistened wet with Olive's cuntjuices as they parted and came very quickly together again. Over and over again, the girls saw brief flashes of his cock before it pistoned again into Olive's cunt. Her black hair was in disarray now, flying about her tanned shoulders. His face was showing signs of strain, as if he was laboring hard at some difficult task, but he was moving faster all the time. The girls were close enough to hear sounds of wet squelching as the fucking went on, close enough to smell the scent of real sex. Hip-to-hip and flank-to-flank, the breathless girls watched the two on the couch work as one as their fucking frenzy mounted.

"I'm gonna cum! I can't help it!" Russ loudly announced.

"Yes! Do it now! Cum with me!" Olive cried, jamming down with her cunt all the way on his cock, then moaning and squirming and holding him close, while his balls jerked and contracted, shooting more and more jism up into her orgasming body.

"Aw! Yes! Keep cumming! Let me feel it!" Olive howled from on top of his cock.

"Shooting! AND SHOOTING AND SHOOTING!" Russ yelled, straining upward as hard as he could, pouring torrents of jism up from the end of his cock.

"AOOGH! AAOOOGH! ALL OF IT!" Olive shouted, her ass trembling and tensing as she wrang the hot jism from Russ' captive cock.

"I love to have my tits sucked! I love to get fucked! I love to suck cock and eat virgin pussy!" she cried, and all at once she was off Russ' lap and down on the couch beside him, sucking his slippery, wet cock into her mouth and looking straight at Lynette.

Betty didn't see it. She had just turned to look at Lynette in astonishment when Olive's wink came Lynette's way and made the teenaged redhead jump up and run for her house.

Lynette ran right into her bathroom, locked the door and leaned panting against the sink. She felt feverish, and her tits and her cunt felt on fire.

The terrible beauty of all she had seen still astounded her. She hated Russ now, but yearned for him more than ever. She absolutely detested Olive Cook, but as she looked down at her trembling legs, she could imagine Olive's tanned face between them, her tongue reaching for her burning hot cunt.

Lynette decided to take off her tee shirt an shorts and take a cold shower, but just then she heard Betty's voice through the bathroom door.

"Lynette! C'mere! Look at me! I'm getting fucked!"

Lynette's shorts were still unzipped as she rushed from the room. Betty had taken her shorts off, and she was sifting on Lynette's bed with a grin on her flushed pink face, moving her finger in and out of her cunt.

"Betty, don't!" Lynette cried, rushing up onto the bed with her cousin to grab Betty's hand as she pushed it between her widespread legs.

Reify snatched her hand away from Lynette. "Why not? When I itch, I scratch," she said. "And does it ever feel good to scratch yourself here!" She pushed her finger up her cunt.

Once again Lynette felt like crying, and once again she found that she couldn't ignore what was happening before her. The pink color of Betty's cuntlips was beautiful. The fringe of tiny golden hairs around her cunt was as delicate as could be. She could see Betty's tiny clit, and it made her bite her lip to look at it. It was all rosy pink down between Betty's legs, and her sweet aunt seemed to be smiling and sucking the glistening wet finger that entered it over and over again.

"Y-You really shouldn't do that," Lynette weakly said.

"Mmm, but it feels so awful good! Do you ever fingerfuck yourself, Lynette?"

"No! It isn't good for you."

"You fibber!" said Betty, as she went on with her slow fingerfucking, swaying her hips to meet each of her finger insertions. "I bet you do it all the time. I bet you take pictures of TV stars to bed with you and make believe they're fucking you and kissing your cunt while you fingerfuck yourself silly."

"I don't," Lynette murmured, squirming her itching asscheeks on the bed, still staring at her cousin's wet finger. She felt so tense she could scream.

"You ought to try it!" Betty said, pushing her finger still deeper, pursing her lips and grinning. "I bet your cunt is as wet as mine. I bet your finger would slide right in."

Lynette's palms were wet. She kept rubbing them against her smooth thighs as she said, "No, my cunt isn't wet. Watching Mrs. Cook do those things to Russ just made me feel sick!"

"You fibber!" Betty said. She rubbed her cunt. "I know you've got wet shorts on. You're no different from me. Did you see how big his cock was? Oooo! I'd sure like to see how big Mrs. Cook's boyfriend's cock is!"

"I wouldn't," said Lynette. "It just made me sick!" She squirmed nervously, still watching Betty's finger slide so easily into her cunt.

"It made you wet, that's what it did. I'll bet you it did. I'll bet you a double dare your cunt's just as wet as mine is now."

"I don't bet on silly thing like that," Lynette said, starting to get off the bed.

Betty was at her like a flash. She caught a handful of Lynette's long, red hair and dragged her down on the bed with her. She held her near-naked, grappling body and dug into her shorts. "I'll find out for myself if you're wet!" she yelled.

Betty was giggling while Lynette raged. After a short struggle, Betty finally got her fingers to Lynette's retreating wet cunt.

"I knew it was making you hot! I just knew it!" Betty exulted, fondling Lynette's dripping cunt.

"Betty, don't! That's enough! I can't stand it!" Lynette squealed, trying in vain to squirm from her cousin, and from the fingers that touched her and rubbed her as no other fingers ever had.

Betty had Lynette pinned down with the weight of her body. "Do you play with yourself?" she demanded to know. "Do you fingerfuck yourself while you think about TV stars?"

"Yes! All the time! Betty, stop it!"

"And did it get you got watching those two fuck?"

"Yes! My cunt got all wet and hot! But please don't touch my cunt any more!"

"And do you lose the double dare? Do you? Do you?"

"Yes! Yes, if you'll just let me up now!"

Betty rolled off of Lynette.

Lynette was relieved, but she didn't want to admit how good Betty's fingers had felt in her cunt. She was ashamed of herself for wanting still more of Betty's exciting touch. And Betty acted as if she was ready to provide Lynette with that. She was tugging down her shorts.

"W-What are you doing, Betty?"

"I'm takin' 'em off. So you can pay off your double dare."

She threw her shorts into a corner of the room. Lynette, wearing only a thin cotton top, sat up on the bed, too afraid to ask what was on Betty's mind.

"Get up on your knees," Betty said, "and face me. Come on! You lost the dare. You've got to do it."

"What for?" Lynette asked even as she did as she was told. "What are you going to do?"

"We're going to make each other cum."

"You and me? Together? Oh, no!" said Lynette, but she moved her hand toward Betty's wet cunt.

She gasped, clutching at Betty's cunt.

"Hey, that's just super!" said Betty, when Lynette pushed her fingers in deeper. "It's twice as good as doing it to myself. It never felt so good before! Don't you like it? Isn't it just the greatest this way?"

"It is!" Lynette said, rubbing her cousin's hot, wet cunt faster, moving closer to Betty so she could do the same for her. "Nothing can feel any better than this!"

"Except a big cock!" Betty said. She thrust her firm tits against Lynette's and grabbed Lynette's twitching ass. With her lips almost touching Lynette's, she said, "Wouldn't you like to have a big cock in you now? Wouldn't you like to have Mrs. Cook's boyfriend sucking your cunt?"

"Yes!" Lynette said, gasping, but the vision she had was that of Olive Cook licking and kissing her cunt. She rubbed Betty's cunt with great ardor.

"We're going to fuck a guy, aren't we?" Betty demanded. "The next guy we see we're going to fuck!"

"Yes! I want to! I'd do it with you!" Lynette promised, as deep waves of giddy pleasure swept through her hot body.

"Lynette?" Betty said in a tone filled with apprehension. "Lynette, it's going to happen! Lynette, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Me too!" yelled her cousin, pushing her cunt against Betty's massaging hand.

Titty-to-titty and mouth-to-mouth, shoving their fingers into each other's cunt, they frantically drove one another still further up the ladder to ecstatic heights. They gasped hot, dirty words as they neared a huge climax.

"Fuck!" Betty panted.

"Sucking cock!" said Lynette.

"Pricks and cocks and dicks, all up inside us!"

"Kissing cunt! Sucking cunt!"

"Fingerfucking!"

"Yes, fingerfucking!" Lynette cried out, plunging her wet finger deep in her cousin's cunt. She cried out again when she felt her cousin's finger being thrust up her own cunt.

"Cumming now!"

"Me too!"

"EEEK!"

"YES-S-S!"

"Hey, what the heck's goin' on here?" said someone at the bedroom door. As Lynette fell into a squirming heap with her orgasming cousin, she saw her brother watching them through goggling eyes.

CHAPTER THREE

"What in the heck?" Mark said, but that was all Lynette's brother had time to say before Betty was up off the bed and at him.

Lynette was right behind her, forgetting about her naked ass as she beat at Mark with her fists and cried, "I'll teach you to spy on us!"

While Lynette was beating on him, Betty was dragging him into the bedroom. Mark was still trying to ward off the blows of his sister's fists as Betty pushed him down onto the bed.

"What are you doin'? Lemme alone!" he cried. "Cut it out or I'll tell Dad when he comes home!"

"You won't tell your Dad anything!" Betty yelled back at him. "Come on, Lynette! Help me take off his clothes!"

Mark squealed and fought back even harder. When his flailing fist hit Lynette's tit, she swung back at him and threw her weight on his chest to hold him down. Betty already had his pants open and was pulling them down. The last thing in the world Lynette wanted was to have her brother naked in bed with them, but before she could stop her very determined cousin, there he was. Mark's cock was limp and entirely fascinating to the girls.

Lynette didn't have much of a look at it at first. Betty took his cock in her fist and pulled hard, and when Mark howled in pain, she warned, "You better not tell about any of this, or I'll pull your darned cock right off!"

"I won't! Lemme go! Ow-w-w!"

Betty kept hold of his cock. And though she grinned in delight at Lynette, her tone of voice was still angry as she told him, "I might just pull it off anyway. It's so it wouldn't make any difference to you. Just look how tiny it is, Lynette. See?" Betty held his cock between two of her fingers and flopped it back and forth.

Lynette was fascinated. Though Mark's cock wasn't at all like the big, stiff cock she'd see plunging into Mrs. Cook's panties, looking at his fat, worm like cock made Lynette gasp and peer closer at it, while Mark helplessly squirmed his body under hers.

His cock had a sharp, tapered point that was all wrinkled up. Lynette leaned closer still. Betty did, too, as she pulled down on Mark's cock. His fat cock started bending. Betty pulled back his cock's tight sheath of skin, and a rosy pink knob appeared.

"There it is!" Betty said breathlessly. "There's his cock!"

Mark was weeping and wailing now, but both girls ignored his cries as they looked more closely at his cock. "How can he fuck us with a dinky old cock like that?" Betty wondered.

"Him? Fuck us?" said Lynette, astonished.

"Remember? We said we were going to fuck the next guy we saw."

"My brother?"

"Look!" Betty said, though Lynette was already looking quite closely. Mark cried out loudly as Betty pushed the skin of his cock farther down. The knob of his cock popped right up. Betty said, "He might not be too after all."

Betty started playing faster with Mark's cock. Mark's strugglings settled down into stead squirmings. Lynette thought back to how she had seen the terribly sexy and wicked Mrs. Cook suddenly swoop down to suck on Russ' cock. Before she could think about what she was doing, Lynette swooped down to suck Mark's cock.

"Oh, Lynette! Oh, that's so sexy!" Betty exclaimed, wishing she'd been the first one to do it.

Lynette didn't know if it was sexy or what. All she knew was that she suddenly had a strange thing in her mouth, a part of her brother that made her feel very strange. It tasted salty, but she didn't want to spit it out of her mouth and have Betty laugh at her. So she sucked and she swallowed, and as the salty taste went away, he found that it wasn't so bad. She told herself it was no different than sucking on someone's finger but, of course it was.

It was terribly sexy. It was sexier than fucking. "Let me do it!" Betty was begging, shaking Lynette by the shoulder. Lynette shook her head and kept sucking. Thinking back to how Olive Cook had winked in her direction while Olive had been sucking Russ' cock, Lynette sucked more vigorously on Mark's cock.

His cock was getting bigger! Mark was squirming differently now, and his cock was getting bigger in her mouth! She imagined it getting so big it woul push its way down her throat. That thought scared her, but she went right on sucking. All juicy from her mouth, his cock slipped in and out between her lips with miraculous ease, growing bigger and stiffer and easier to suck on all the time. Now as she thought back to Olive and Russ on the couch, she remembered how nicely Russ' cock had gone into Olive's cunt. And she was thinking about her own cunt, all itchy and juicy and hot from her cousin's fingers.

"Let me! Let me do it!" Betty was saying.

Lynette stopped sucking Mark's cock. Her lips felt swollen, and she felt dizzy. Betty, with a squeal of delight, dropped down arid sucked Mark's cock right into her mouth. Mark lay on his back with a very surprised smile on his face. Betty bobbed up and down while she sucked on his stiff cock. Lynette wanted to suck his cock again, but then she remembered how Russ' big cock had squirted all over Olive Cook's belly and tits.

"Be careful, Betty," she warned. "Be careful he doesn't squirt in your mouth."

Betty immediately stopped sucking his cock. "Gee, I hadn't thought of that."

"I'm not going to pee," Mark protested. "Do it some more! Do it some more, or I'll tell Dad what I saw you two doing."

"You'll keep your mouth shut!" Betty yelled.

Lynette helped hold him down till Betty had turned around on the bed and squatted with her pussy on top of his face.

"Don't! No! Get off!" he cried out, but Betty just giggled, wriggling her cunt down harder on his face.

Lynette giggled, too. Her brother looked so funny. He was squirming and flopping around on the bed, naked, with his wet, stiff cock flopping all around with him. Betty was facing his cock and still giggling while she sat on his face. Lynette wanted one more taste of his cock. She quickly bent down and sucked it into her mouth again.

Delicious! It might have been Betty's spit she was tasting, but Mark's cock was delicious! She sucked on his cock with delight. His cock was stiff. She licked up and down its hot length. She smiled up at her cousin riding Mark's face like a horsewoman.

"Make him kiss your cunt," said Betty. "Ooo! It tickles so great! Come on!" Betty got off Mark's face and pulled at Lynette's hand.

Lynette stopped sucking her brother's stiff cock. Mark was spitting and wiping his mouth, but Betty pushed his hands down and helped Lynette sit on his face.

It really did tickle. Lynette squirmed and giggled while Mark's face twisted this way and that was under her naked pussy. Betty played with Mark's cock, while she watched Lynette. "Isn't it great?" Betty asked.

"It's weird," said Lynette, trying to follow Mark's elusively twisting mouth with her hot cunt. She thought of how Russ had stuck his tongue inside Olive Cook's black furred cunt. "I just wish he'd hold still for a minute."

"I'll help hold him still. I'll sit on him," Betty told her. She sat up on the bed and threw her naked leg over Mark's twisting loins.

"Are you going to fuck him?"

"I sure am! If hell just hold still."

Lynette watched in horrified fascination. She forgot all about the licking going on between her legs as she watched her cousin spread out her golden-fringed loins over Mark's hairless ones. Betty's body was smooth and taut. Her belly button was stretched downward as she arched forward, reached down, and took Mark's cock in her hand. Betty still had her tank top on, and her high, round tits poked hard at the thin material, her nipples showing plainly through the cloth. Her eyes were sparkling and her grin was broad as she held Mark's cock in her hand and pushed it into her tight, wet cunt. She squealed with delight.

"Oo! It's going inside me!" she exclaimed.

Mark gave a frantic new twist and turn, and the expression on Betty's face changed all at once as she sat down upon his cock.

Her smile was gone, but her eyes were still wide. Now Mark was pushing up under her frantically as she said, "Lynette! Lynette, ifs in the wrong place! It's in my... butt-hole -- and does it ever feel good!"

"Does it? Does it really?" said Lynette, moving forward to share what she could of her cousins great pleasures.

"Oh! Uh-oh-h-h!" Betty moaned, churning and twisting her solid, round hips all about, digging her fingernails into her fine, firm thighs. "I never felt anything so good!" she gasped. "It's better than -- oh!" she said, as she started moving her hips faster.

"Is it better than this? Is this what you mean?" Lynette excitedly asked as she began rubbing Betty's blonde cunt.

"Oh! Yes! That makes it even better!" cried Betty, seeming as if she would go crazy from the pleasure of being poked at both holes.

"Feels real good, doesn't it!" Lynette told her, fingering Betty's cunt faster and feeling very excited herself. "Feels so good you have to cum!" said Lynette, with her fingers plunging into Betty's slippery, firm cunt while Mark's cock plunged up Betty's cute ass.

"I'm cumming!" Betty screamed, rocking forward and back over Mark's thrusting cock and grabbing at Lynette's hand.

Betty's eyes seemed to roll back in her head, and her mouth was wide open. She was cumming much harder than she had when the girls were alone, on the bed. She was out of control, and it was both comical and frightening to Lynette. But she kept up her diddling of her cousin's slippery cunt.

"Wait a minute!" cried Mark, puffing and panting. "Oh! Oh! Good gosh, something... OH! OH! OH!"

He was pumping up under Betty almost insanely now, so hard he was knocking her sideways. In all her life Lynette had never seen her brother move so hard and fast, and he continued to move faster as Betty squealed again and fell to one side, away from him.

His cock popped right out of her asshole. His cock looked bright pink, and its knob was the color of fire. He quickly rolled over to bury it deeply again in the tight crack of Betty's plump ass. It was all happening so quickly Lynette could only stare open-mouthed.

And then, with a strength quite unlike him, Mark pulled Betty's hips up till she was on her elbows and knees on the bed, and he started poking and stabbing between her pink-tinge asscheeks with his stiff cock.

Lynette wanted it for herself. She wanted his stiff cock in her ass more than anything else in the world. But it was so close to Betty's sweet ass, and Mark had such a very tight hold on Betty's hips, that there was no way Lynette could have it for herself.

Lynette shoved her panting brother away from Betty and grabbed his hot and slippery cock. She spread Betty's asscheeks wider, and pushed her finger up Betty's ass. Then she pulled her finger out, and she pulled Mark's cock back towards Betty's tight asshole. Mark took it from there.

He was fucking her almost insanely again. Now Lynette could observe them quite clearly. She sat back on her heels to watch, holding her hands to her face and smelling the sexy juices on her fingers. She closely watched each swift insertion of Mark's cock up Betty's sweet ass. She leaned forward and squeezed Betty's tits which were bouncing crazily inside her thin top. She reached around behind Mark and squeezed his asscheek.

"Fuck I love to get fucked! Fuck me!" cried Betty, just like Olive Cook had yelled out with Russell Barkham's cock in her cunt.

"Ur-r-r-rgh! Ur-r-r-rgff!" Mark was groaning, with his eyes nearly popping out of his head and his body convulsing so madly he couldn't stay insid of Betty.

Out came his cock, skidding up through the groove of Betty's ass. And then his cock suddenly spit up a long, thin stream of white jism along her spine. Quick as a flash, Lynette grabbed his cock and popped it back into Betty's wet cunt.

"Ur-r-r-rgh! Ur-r-r-r-gh! Ur-r-r-r-r-rgh..." Mark's urgent groans became softer, and he settled with all his weight on top of Betty. She collapsed on the bed with a sigh.

All Lynette could hear in the aftermath of all the sexy, wild action was the excited beating of her heart. She wanted to stay right there forever and relive every thrilling moment of it. But she got up quickly at the sound of the doorbell's ring and was looking back at the bed as she went to answer it.

CHAPTER FOUR

Lynette was at the front door before she remembered she had nothing on but her tank top. Up until that moment, she'd been too dazzled and stunned by all her wild country cousin had done with her and her brother to be able to think. Now she thought it was probably just a salesman outside on the front porch, and she should just return to the bedroom and let him go away. Then again, she thought, it might be her father. Maybe he forgot his key to the door. She drew back the window curtain to peek, and saw Russ Barkham on her front porch. His hands were in his pockets, an he was grinning, looking off into space. Her fluttery stomach went all melty inside. She was still somehow angry with him for what he'd done with her next-door neighbor. But at the same time, he looked simply wonderful to her.

He rang the bell again and then started to leave. She looked down at herself, nearly naked. He had his leg thrown over his bicycle when she opened the door and leaned out around it, smiling as she showed him one naked hip and her shoulder.

"Hi, Russ," she said, in a cheery, firm tone of voice. He gazed at her bare hip, and he set the bike back on its stand.

"I came by to collect for the paper," he said, starting up onto the porch once again, looking down at her leg.

Lynette looked down, too. She showed him a more of her leg and said, "I don't have all my clothes on. And I'm not sure where Daddy left the money. If you'll wait a minute, I'll go look for it."

"Sure," he said, grinning. She left the door slightly ajar.

It was very strange to know a boy was looking at her when she was almost in the nude. It was scary. It was thrilling. And she knew very well he was looking at her, though she didn't look back at him, as she went around her living room pretending to look for the money. Her already excited cun seemed to throb all the harder. Her cuntjuices threatened to overflow. The nipples of her titties got harder, and she felt as if her near-naked body was blushing all over.

"I guess I can't..." Lynette stopped in mid-sentence, uttered a squeal, and partially covered her naked cunt when she thought the time was right to look up at him.

Maybe he had just been fucking Olive Cook, but Russ sure was looking at Lynette. The grin on his face and the light in his eyes would only have made her laugh the day before, but now they combined to give her the courage to go on and get herself fucked.

"You said you wouldn't peek," Lynette admonished.

"I never did. And I can't see very much."

"Well, stop," she said, turning sideways to show him her cute ass, then facing front again and pouting prettily as he gaped at her titties and what he could see of her cunt.

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. She was scared half to death, but she sure didn't want him to leave. She raised up one hand to shake a warning finger at him while she said, very softly, "If you try anything funny, I'll yell for my cousin Betty. She's taking a nap in my room."

"I won't try anything funny," he said, as he placed his hands on her upper arms. "I just want to take a look at you, that's all." Lynette continued to pout while her heart beat wildly. She let her hands fall to her sides.

"You've already looked, so why don't you just go back on your route now? Do you think I like you looking at me like that?"

"I've seen better. I've seen more."

Lynette shrugged. Her heart was pounding all through her body, in her chest and in her throat and in her cunt, as she twisted away from him. Her back to him, she said, "Well, why don't you go back and look there some more?"

He didn't say a word. She could hear him rustling about behind her. She could feel his hot gaze on her near-naked body. She held her breath in fear that he'd take her advice and just go. Then her breath came exploding out of her when she felt his finger swipe up through the crack of her ass. She whirled around to face him and gasped loudly once again.

He had pulled his cock out! His cock was hanging out of his pants, soft as could be, but still a lot bigger than Mark's cock when Mark's had been hard. All of a sudden, Lynette was afraid of Russ' cock. All of a sudden she wanted to turn and run. But just as suddenly, he'd swept her up against him, with his strong hand around her shoulders. And all of a sudden she had his big cock in her hand.

He was kissing her, Frenching her, and she felt it was the most romantic kiss in the world. His tongue was in her mouth. She could feel it clear down in her pussy. And his hand was squeezing her tit. She could feel tingles all over her body. But more than anything else, she could feel his big cock getting hard in her hand.

Lynette thought she would faint before the long kiss ended. By then his cock was far too big and hot to go into her cunt. But still she couldn't let go of that wonderful cock. She wished with all her heart that Betty was there by her side as she said, "Russ! What're you going to do?"

"I'm gonna have a good time. So are you. Come on. Let's go sit on the couch."

She clung to him all the way as they moved to the couch. She couldn't let go of his stiff-standing cock. He sat down on the couch and pulled her onto his lap. She let go of his beautiful, frightening big cock and threw her arms around his neck, returning the kiss he was giving to her.

His hands were all over her body. She couldn't hold still as he pushed his finger up under her top to feel her naked titties. With his other hand he reached down between her legs tot diddle her wet and quivering cunt. She thought she'd go out of her mind with the mixture of wanting him and being afraid of him. To keep hold of her sanity she hugged him and kissed him as hard as she could.

He laughed and said, "You sure got nice tits."

He pulled up her tank top, put his mouth on one of her tits and sucked almost all of it into his mouth. She forgave him for saying her tits were.

"Oh, Russ! Oh, gosh! Oh, Russ, that feels so good!"

He bit her tit and made her squeal, sucked her lit again and she almost swooned. He continued to move his hands all over her. He was rough and sure, and absolutely thrilling in every way. His big, naked cock was still thrusting up out of his pants, burning hot against Lynette's naked thigh as she sat off his lap. His cock was only inches from her cunt. Time after time Lynette had to reach down and squeeze his cock in her hand to confirm his cock's gigantic size. She wanted to fuck him right now. She wanted to sit right down on his cock, feel his cock banish her fears as it entered her body. She wanted to know all there was to know about fucking once and for all.

Lynette knew just what to do. She should simply stand up, turn around and face him, then sit down astraddle his lap, just like she'd seen Olive Cook do with him. But her legs felt too weak to move.

Russ made Lynette squeal by toppling her off of his lap and onto her back on the couch. And she squealed more as he followed after her, turning his body and lying between her naked legs.

"Don't, Russ! Wait!" said Lynette, her fears becoming stronger, as much as she still desired to feel more of his big, hot cock as it touched the wet, swollen lips of her cunt.

"It's all right! Don't worry! I know just what to do!" he assured her, in a tone that sounded just as fearful as hers did.

"Oh, no!" she cried, as he suddenly plunged half of his cock into her cunt.

"It's all right! It's all right! I'm not going to hurt you!" said Russ, puffing and panting and halfway inside her.

Lynette used to think about how getting fucked might hurt. But all she could think about now was how marvelous it felt to have her cunt all stretched out wide, clasping a big, thick cock. It thrilled her and filled her completely, and she simply had to have more of it.

"It doesn't hurt, Russ! It feels just fine!" she said, jerking upward. His cock was suddenly completely inside her.

"Oh-h! Ah-h! Rus-s-s!" Lynette exclaimed, writhing and squirming under him, actively seeking now to feel the big knob of his cock deep inside her. She wanted to feel it everywhere, and she did. His cock's thick, hairy base was stretching the wet, clinging lips of her cunt as far as they could be stretched, and his pubis was mashing her clitoris in a delightful way. The shaft of his cock was completely filling the creamy, wet walls of her cunt, and that big bulbous knob of his cock was still rubbing deep inside her. It was by far the most thrilling thing she'd ever known in her life, and then the thrills changed to fearful yearning as she felt him pull his cock out of her cunt.

"Wait! Not yet!" said Lynette, frantically trying to follow him.

With a hard, sudden thrust he plunged his cock inside her again, nearly knocking her out with the sudden explosion of pleasure. He began to pull his cock out again, and now she didn't mind it at all, for she knew very well he'd be back inside her all the way in only a moment.

"Ah-h-h," she said, as she felt his cock back inside her.

"Yeah," he said, burrowing deeper, wriggling his hips to get deeper still.

"You really know how to fuck!" said Lynette, wriggling right back at him.

"So do you," he said. "Come on and let's fuc together."

His slow strokes turned into lightning thrusts. Although she was being heavily buffeted, her pleasure was so great that she didn't know if she could stand them. All through her cunt she could feel his cock all through her body the pleasures became so intense she thought she might pass out.

His chest on her tits and his hands on her hips were thrilling. His hot breath on her throat and his hard hips between her legs were divine. Never in her wildest imaginings had she thought she could love this so much. Nothing was ever so good compared to the feeling of hard, sliding cock in her cunt.

He was panting like he'd just run a mile. So was she. Over and over again his cock plunged deep in her cunt. Now it was her cuntjuices squelching, not Olive Cook's, that Lynette heard. It felt feverishly hot down there, partly from friction, and partly from her blood boiling hot in her veins. Still his cock slid in and out of her cunt with great ease, and still she was thrusting up at him for more of it.

"You ready? Here it comes! You ready?" he snarled at her ear.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" cried Lynette.

"UR-R-RGH! OH-H-H! YEAH-H-H!" Russ groaned, and his body got hard as a rock on top of Lynette's, his fingers dug painfully deep into her hips, and his cock went so deep in her cunt that it touched some new part inside her that made her clutch harder at him.

"Eek! Ye-e-ek!" Lynette was squealing and yelping. He groaned and thrust deeper, she squealed and humped upward, and together they shuddered and shivered as one. She felt her cunt fill up to overflowing with hot, slippery lava that came bubbling up out of her cuntlips to add to the slick, slippery wetness between them.

"Ohh-h-h, Russ. Ah-h-h, Russ!" said Lynette, still holding him tightly even as she felt him sigh and start to relax.

"Oh-h-h, Olive," he said through his sighs, settling his weight down on top of her.

"Olive!" she said, pushing him away, then yelping quite loudly as he suddenly jerked himself out of her.

Russ was sitting on the couch with a grin on his stupid face and his nasty, wet cock going limp over his thigh.

He giggled and said, "Sorry. I didn't mean to call you Olive. I don't know how I could get you mixed up with her. Whew! Twice in one day. What a day!"

She knew very well what he was talking about. She didn't press it. And her anger at his calling her Olive quickly left her. There was no way she could be mad at him when his cock was still there at he side. She felt all bruised and battered, but at the same lime all aglow with the most marvelous of feelings, as she struggled up to a sitting position and reached out shyly for his cock.

He pushed her hand away. "I've had it for a while. Go fuck your regular boyfriend."

"I don't have any regular boyfriend. You're the only boy I ever did it with."

"Ha! Tell me another," he said. He tousled, her hair and dragged her down toward his cock. "You know how to do it. You've been fucking some other guys. Let's see if you know how to suck cock, too."

She was angry enough to hit him, but instead she sucked on his cock. She couldn't help herself. She had an all-consuming need for his cock. It felt just wonderful to have his cock in her mouth. His cock was all slippery and wet from her cunt and his jism, and it didn't taste good at all. But no sooner had she fully tasted it and felt its satiny texture against her tongue than it tasted delicious to her. She wanted to suck on it all the rest of the day.

"Mm-m-m. Mm-m-m!" she said, licking up and down on his cock, curling her tongue around it.

He shoved her away. "That's enough. Heck, I got my collections to make."

"Will you... come back again soon?" she asked him at the door.

He shrugged. "I come every day." He pinched one of her tits through the thin cotton top she had on. "I'd come back again for sure if your cousin was going to be here."

"She'll be here," Lynette muttered, hating him, loving him, watching him all the way as he sauntered down from her porch and got onto his bike and departed.

CHAPTER FIVE

Lynette peeked into her bedroom. Her cousin and brother were still on the bed, fast asleep and smiling. She went into her parents' bedroom, leaned on the sink and started to cry. How could the fucking itself be so beautiful but then end so cruelly? Did girls always cry after they'd been fucked?

She dried her tears and started washing her cunt. Her cunt looked different than it normally did. Its tissues were all inflamed. Her cuntlips were all pink and swollen, and really, much prettier than they normally were. She was no longer a virgin. Sh knew all about fucking now, she thought, as she eased the syringe of her mother's douche bag into her cunt. She would undoubtedly fuck again if she could lure Russ back into the house. And that she could do if she got Betty to show him her tits, which bold, had Betty probably wouldn't mind doing. Seated on the toilet seat, Lynette smiled and sighed, and tried to relive every moment of the best parts of the fucking. She eased the syringe in and out of her cunt, pretending it was Russ' cock.

She had a good imagination. It wasn't long at all before she imagined that the long, white plastic tube was Russ' thick, pink cock. In and out, in and out it went, while Lynette grinned and played with her stiffened nipples and murmured, "Lynette, how I love you. Darling, you've got the biggest, most beautiful tits in the world!"

It was getting better and better. Who needed a dumb twerp like Russ when they had their imagination? Now, her active imagination changed the syringe into the cocks of every TV star she admired, and she sighed out names of each of them as she worked the syringe in and out of her no longer virginal cunt ever faster and faster. She was so very delightfully occupied with her game that she didn't hear the approach of her cousin Betty till the bathroom door had been opened.

Betty's shocked expression changed into a slo smile. So did Lynette's. She squirmed her naked asscheeks on the toilet seat, worked the syringe all around in her cunt, and said, "Hi. I bet you don't know what I've been doing."

"Just look at this," Betty said, and reaching out with one hand, she pulled Lynette's brother Mark into the doorway.

It wasn't so bad having Betty find her like this. But with Mark there as well, Lynette blushed pink all over her body. With the syringe halfway into her cunt, Lynette didn't move, but just sat there wishing they'd disappear. They were both naked, both of them plump and soft, Betty with her big, round tits and Mark with his fat, white worm like cock sticking out at Lynette. Lynette sat there, unblinking and breathless and still wishing they'd just disappear, while Betty turned to whisper in Mark's ear. He grinned and nodded as Betty reached down to play with his cock.

"We think it's about time you got fucked, too," Betty said to Lynette.

She wanted to tell Betty she'd really been fucked, but instead she said, "Not by him."

"Why not? It's really fun," Betty told her, and she and Mark entered the bathroom.

Lynette eased the syringe out and let it fall onto the floor beside her. Her lovely, wild imagining were gone, but their effect on her newly fucked cunt persisted. Her cunt was all wet and slippery and glowing hot as she said, "I know it's fun but I don't want to do it, and you two can't make me. So there."

Lynette started to get up. Betty squatted down beside her and pushed her back against the commode, urging Mark to do the same. Now they both held her there while Betty said, "Don't be such a chicken. It really feels good. Right up your pooper. You'll see. It really feels great."

Betty's and Mark's hands were roving all over her tummy and down between her legs, and that felt simply divine, but Lynette shook her head and said, "Let him fuck you if he wants to."

"Yeah!" said Mark. He leaned across Lynette's lap to clumsily kiss Betty. Both their warm, soft tummies were pressed against Lynette's legs as she watched them kiss. It was so hot and close in the bathroom now that she could hardly stand it, and she could hardly stand the increasing wet itch in her cunt.

"Let me up," she said. "You two fuck all you want to, but I want to get out of here."

Immediately they started kissing her. Mark was trying to kiss both his sister and cousin at the same time. And now he was reaching for Betty's big tits while he leaned against Lynette with his stiffening cock.

"Come on," said Betty, and dragged Lynette to her feet, with Mark rising up with them to help.

Lynette protested all the way as they dragged her on into the bedroom. "I don't want to. I don't feel like it. Not with him," Lynette told them, as they dragged her down onto the big bed.

Their bodies were silken smooth against hers, but still Lynette resisted as they giggled and wrestled with her. "Don't!" she said. "Stop!" she pleaded, as she lay on her stomach, held down by her brother's weight. Betty inserted her finger in her cunt to wet it, and then pushed it up Lynette's cringing asshole.

"No! That doesn't feel good at all!" Lynette told her, though that wasn't quite true. It did feel good, that plump, tapered digit sliding in and out of her ass, but not nearly as good as stiff, stout cock going into her cunt.

"Cut it out, Betty. Don't!" screamed Lynette, squirming her hot clitoris up against the bedspread and twisting around for more of the wet and slippery friction of Betty's finger.

"Why not? It's the greatest. You'll love it," Betty told her, still pushing her finger up Lynette's asshole, still arching her torso forward to push her tits harder into Mark's eager hands.

Lynette couldn't hold herself still. All throug her protests she was constantly squirming around on the bed, mashing her hot, itching titties against it and squirming her wet cunt on the bedspread madly. She wanted to tell Betty she knew all there was to know about fucking already, but she couldn't speak about that in front of her brother, especially with him sitting on her back so she couldn't breathe.

Mark was having the time of his life, sitting on his older sister, playing with his cousin's beautiful big tits, and all this with his legs wide apart and his cock good and stiff and stickin up straight at Betty. His balls rested against Lynette's spine. They didn't have a hair on them yet, nor did his loins, but Betty liked his balls well enough. She played with them with one hand while she fingerfucked Lynette with the other. He kept his legs just as far apart as they would go while Betty played with his balls. He watched her, and he looked down at his sister's asshole, where he'd soon shove his proudly stiff cock.

Lynette had a cute ass, Betty thought. Nice, round buns, firm as they could be, and smooth as silk. She would like to see her ass in black panties. That would really make her look sexy. But her cousin Lynette was too chicken about things like that to even think about putting on black lace panties. Betty wasn't chicken. She'd been fucked, and if it was good enough for her, it was good enough for Lynette. And if Lynette got fucked then she wouldn't blab to her parents about what Betty and Mark had done. She drew her finger out of Lynette's very tight asshole and said, "Come on, Markie. Come on and fuck her now."

Relieved of the weight of her brother, Lynette still couldn't breathe for a few moments. By the time she got her breath, they had hoisted her up on her knees and elbows, and Mark was behind her, pushing his cock up against her hotly tingling asshole. She didn't want it there. She wanted it down below in her cunt, where the really hot itching was, but when she tried to tell them this, Betty told her to shut up and pushed her face down against the bedspread again.

Lynette tried to dodge them, but they were too much for her. She squealed, but her squeal was muffled as the knob of Mark's cock popped inside the tight ring of her asshole. And then he was fucking her, fucking her hard, and holding onto her hips as her first brief feelings of discomfort quickly gave way to rapidly growing delight. All she could do was hang onto the bedspread and let the feelings grow as Mark's soft loins bumped again and again against her naked ass, and his hard, balls bumped against her achin cunt.

The sight of Mark fucking his sister was driving Betty wild. Up on her knees at his side, she was thrusting her tummy against his moving hips and squeezing his ass while he fucked Lynette. She could see every swift insertion of his very effective cock as it went into Lynette's hole, and each of those insertions she wanted for herself. Her asshole was screaming for it. Her cunt was all slobbery wet and hot. But Mark's body felt so good that she couldn't take her hands off him to play with herself. It wasn't right for Lynette to be having all the fun. But there was a way for Betty to have some fun, too.

"Keep fucking her," she said to Mark, and she crawled toward Lynette's head. She lay down on her back with her legs wide apart, and scooted forward on her plump ass until her pussy touched Lynette's hair and scooted under her, and said, "Suck my cunt. Come on, suck it!"

Lynette didn't know what she was doing. While the feelings in her asshole had only been pleasant at first, those feelings had mounted and mounted with each of her brother's hard, stabbing thrusts. He was going to fuck her forever, it seemed, and it would drive her out of her mind.

Lynette was kissing her everywhere in her cunt, but very clumsily, being buffeted from behind by her brother as she was. Betty's cunt was all hot and humid, and the scent was sickeningly thrilling, but as hard as she tried with her mouth and her hands, Lynette couldn't hold either Betty or Mark still long enough to get more than a fleeting taste of real cunt. Betty's cuntlips only bumped and brushed against her lips as Betty squirmed and humped about. Betty was rapidly rubbing her clitoris now, and her fingers blocked Lynette's lips as she fumbled about in search for her sexy wild cousin's clit.

"Kiss my cunt all over! Suck it!" Betty was saying, even as she kept Lynette from doing this.

Lynette would have tried even harder, but jus then Mark's cock slipped out of her asshole and came thrillingly close to going inside her cunt, and she had to move away from Betty's cunt as she frantically reached back to help it go where she needed it most.

If Betty was hot before, Lynette's largely misplaced kisses now had her on fire. She shoved Lynette rudely aside to grab Mark, pulling him down on top of her as she fell back on the bed. "In my cunt! Do it right now!" she cried, groping and grabbing and pulling his cock into her cunt.

"Eek! Oh!" Betty cried, and then her orgasmic cries turned to straining groans as her pleasingly plump white legs went up and around Mark's tiring body to pull his cock into her cunt with all the strength she had. Her orgasm was dizzying. She thought she might pass out. But she went on clinging to him with her legs and her arms and her cunt, just as she went on clinging to the new and sensational pleasures that were tensing every muscle in her body, until the pleasures all became unbearable and she relaxed with a sigh and went limp.

Mark was puffing and blowing. He'd had enough of fucking for a while. Lynette was breathing hard, too, and looking most yearningly at the way Mark and Betty's naked bodies fit together so perfectly. Left on the brink of an orgasm and trembling all over from it, she reached out to touch them. Betty opened her eyes and grinned at her.

"Pretty great, huh?"

Lynette nodded, too overcome to speak, totally enchanted by the glowing, damp heat that radiated out from their lightly perspiring bodies, touched Betty's tit and Mark's heaving chest.

"Want to do it some more?" Betty asked Lynette, writhing luxuriously under Mark, still enjoying the feeling of his hard, cock in her cunt.

Lynette quickly nodded. She wanted to be with them again more than she wanted to be with Russ.

Betty rolled out from under Mark. She sat up with a grin on her face, and she moved Lynette's hand around on her pink-crested tits, as she said, "Well, if you want more, you're going to have to be nice to us. Right, Markie? Lynette, you keep house, do the dishes, make the beds and all, and Markie will fuck you again. In the meantime," said Betty, turning toward him, "he's all mine."

CHAPTER SIX

Lynette started crying in the shower. How could sex feel so good, she kept asking herself, if it always made a girl feel like crying when it was over? It didn't help at all that Betty had gone off for a late afternoon bicycle ride, leaving her there to do the housework. And it sure hadn't helped to have Russ just fuck her and leave. She was almost sorry she'd learned all about sex, for it seemed she'd been happier before, when she was still a virgin. If only her father would come home, he'd explain things to her -- but, of course, she could never tell him what all she'd done.

She got out of the shower and dried off and brushed her long hair. In the mirror she saw herself as being too thin, without enough curves to her girlish body, and certainly without enough tit on her chest. Her cunt was still damp and sensitive to the touch. And her asshole was still so sensitive that it made her squirm and pant when she put her finger on it. All of her body was hot, and the very thought of putting clothes on was repulsive. Naked, stopping to rub at her cunt and her stiff-nippled tits and her buns and her asshole from time to time, Lynette moved about the empty house doing chores she was supposed to share with Betty and Mark. Looking out through her parents' bedroom window, she saw her neighbor, Olive Cook, going out to her back yard. Lynette wouldn't have noticed her if Olive hadn't slammed her back door so loudly. And now as Lynette watched, Mrs. Cook opened and slammed the door again, looking toward Lynette's house as she did so.

The brunette woman looked as sexy as ever. Her long hair was in wave and she had on a black string bikini that was shockingly tiny. Mrs. Cook disappeared behind the hedge for a moment, then reappeared with a water-spouting hose in her hand. She directed its stream against Lynette's house, where the water clattered loudly. It was hot afternoon. The water made Lynette think how nice it would feel to take care of the chore of sprinkling the yard. She quickly ran to her room, put on her pink two-piece bathing suit, and took two foam rubber pads from her drawer and stuffed them into the top of her suit before hurrying out to her own back yard.

Mrs. Cook was sprinkling the hedge between their yards as Lynette came out and turned on the hose. "Hi," said Lynette's grinning neighbor.

Lynette just grinned back at her, suddenly too shy to speak. She felt herself blushing, and she turned her back on Mrs. Cook to water the flower beds. She squealed and jumped when a cold spray of water hit her back. She whirled about and saw Mrs. Cook still grinning at her as she said, "Hi."

"H-Hi," said Lynette.

Mrs. Cook directed the water at Lynette again. Big, round drops of water arched up to come down against Lynette's hot skin. She stood there and took it, and the shivers she felt were not from the cold.

"Feel good?" asked Mrs. Cook.

Lynette jerkily nodded her head.

"Come play in my yard and I'll make you feel even better."

Lynette turned the water off and walked on trembling legs to her neighbor's yard. They stood facing one another, the slim and quaking girl in the pink bathing suit -- yesterday's virgin -- and the widely-traveled and well-fucked woman in the black string bikini. Olive Cook was slightly shorter than Lynette, but her womanly hips and the magnificent size of her barely contained tits made her outweigh the slender, redhead. Lynette stared at Olive's tits. She couldn't help it, for they were so very large, and only their big, brown aureoles were concealed by the tiny triangle of black, knitted string.

"Hot today," said Mrs. Cook, playing the stream of water onto Lynette's feet. "I've known gals that do most anything to cool off on days like this," she said, and she turned the hose on herself, sticking its open end inside one triangle of her top. She maintained her insolent grin as she massaged her big tit over which the cold water flowed. While Lynette watched in rapt fascination, she did the same to her other big tit, and then she thrust the hose down inside the triangle of black that covered her broadly bulging cunt. It made the triangle of black bulge even more. Water gushed out from the sides of it, bringing long, black hairs along with it, and now Mrs. Cook massaged her cunt as the water flowed. "Ah-h-h-h," she said. "That doesn't exactly cool a gal off, but it sure does feel good. You want to try it now, don't you?"

Lynette nodded and moved a step closer over the wet grass. Mrs. Cook stepped closer to her, so that they were almost nose-to-nose. Mrs. Cook pulled the hose out of her bikini, and pushed it into Lynette's bathing suit bottom. Lynette lifted her arms as Mrs. Cook pulled out her waistband and thrust the hose toward her cunt. The first cold shock from the water quickly gave way to a flowing coolness that filled up Lynette's swimsuit, bubbling and gushing up into the lips of her cunt and against her asshole.

"Feel good?" asked Mrs. Cook, and Lynette quickly nodded.

Mrs. Cook pulled the hose out of her bathing suit bottom and inserted it into each of Lynette's pink cups. Mrs. Cook's fingers roved over Lynette's hard-tipped titties, withdrawing her two foam rubber cups. "You won't need those when you come to see me," said the crookedly grinning woman. She pinched each of Lynette's nipples, which made the girl flinch and want more of the same.

Mrs. Cook peeled down one of Lynette's shoulder straps, baring a small but perfectly shaped pink and white tit. She caught Lynette's nipple between her thumb and forefinger and said, "Nice. You have really nice tits, Lynette. How I wish had sweet tits like yours instead of these big tits of mine." She took her hand from Lynette's yearning tittie and slipped it inside one black triangle to heft and squeeze her own big tit as Lynette stared through widened eyes.

Mrs. Cook swayed closer and said, "We better go inside. Somebody might come along and see you, with your pretty tit all naked like that, and try to take you away from me."

Lynette followed Mrs. Cook's rhythmically swinging hips as if in a hypnotic trance. Each of the woman's deeply tanned buttocks was fully exposed to the girl's view, for the waistband of her bikini was nothing more than a string, and the string that connected that to the triangle over her cunt was completely hidden from view, deep in the crack of her ass.

The back door slammed behind them. The house was cool and quiet, but Lynette was all hot and excited as she followed Mrs. Cook into the kitchen. Mrs. Cook stopped and turned around abruptly, and Lynette collided, with her. Before she could even think to move away, Mrs. Cook had her hand around Lynette's waist and was cupping and fondling her naked tit with her other hand.

"You don't want to fight the weather and neither do I," Mrs. Cook warmly murmured, her lips almost touching Lynette's. "You want to get hot, not cool," she said, with her wet legs up against Lynette's, and her very warm hand making Lynette's naked tit feel hot and hard and big.

"Yes-s-s, nice tits," said the woman, looking down at the tit in her hand, then peeling down Lynette's top to bare the other tit. Lynette stood there trembling and swaying. "Do you mind if I play with them, darling? Does a teen like you object to things like this? I bet you'd love to have them sucked. Well? Would you?"

Lynette couldn't answer. She couldn't speak and could hardly breathe as Mrs. Cook's smooth, warm hand roved sexily over her titties and made her feel it clear down in her cunt.

Mrs. Cook was breathing heavily too as she said, "What's the matter, angel? Cat's got your pretty tongue? Can't you even tell me if you'd like to feel my mouth all over these gorgeous titties you've got? You haven't said a word since you came in here. Let's see your tongue, pretty girl. Show your friend Olive that you've still got one."

Lynette's pink tongue-tip came trembling out, and all at once Olive was kissing her. Like Olive's hand still caressing her tits, Lynette could almost feel Olive's tongue down in her cunt. Olive's skin felt very smooth and soft as Lynette clutched at her. Lynette could feel herself twitching and jerking all over, but she couldn't stop.

As they kissed, Olive pulled Lynette's hand upward to her own big tit, warm and soft and so huge that Lynette's hand couldn't begin to encompass it. A sort of yearning mounted up inside Lynette, a terrible compulsion, and she wrenched her mouth away from Olive's and started kissing the woman's big tits.

"An eager one! Not afraid of anything. I like that," Olive said in a puffing voice, as she untied her string top.

Lynette didn't quite know what she was doing, but she knew she didn't want to stop. Both of her hands and her sucking mouth couldn't begin to cover one of Olive Cook's tits. Still she tried to contain Olive's tit, licking and sucking its big, brown, blunt-pointed end, while her fingers and palms massaged her velvety warm, soft tit. She was sucking and slurping quite noisily as the saliva flowed fast in her hungry mouth.

"Kiss-kiss. Suck-suck," said Olive, holding Lynette firmly as she sucked on her tit. "You have a beautiful mouth. Just made for sucking. And I've got another big, fat tit that wants to be sucked, on and kissed."

Lynette dove for Olive's other tit, sucking in the whole distended nipple. But she didn't get nearly enough of her tit before Olive drew back and popped her tit right out of her mouth. She pulle up the sex-starving girl, kissed her, and said, "Come into my parlor, and I'll give you all you want."

Lynette followed her next door neighbor deeper into her house, watching Olive's two tanned buttocks squirming together with each step. Once again Lynette bumped into her when she stopped, and now Olive's hands raised gooseflesh all over Lynette's body as she fondled her sides. "So you want to learn about sex, do you?" Olive asked. "I'm just the one who can teach you. But before we begin, take off that girl bathing suit and show me what you've got."

Still quaking and trembling all over, looking at Olive through widened eyes, Lynette pushed down her bathing suit bottoms while the brunette woman stood smiling at her. Though Lynette knew it wasn't much she was showing, Olive smiled and nodded at what she saw.

"Your top, too. Show me your pretty tits," Olive said. Lynette, blushing hotly, unsnapped her top and cast it aside.

The girl longed for the touch of the woman. With her heart pounding, she yearned to be held in Olive's arms again, for this she knew would banish her rising doubts and fears. But Olive just walked slowly around her, her heavy tits bobbing, sampling her flesh with her hands, poking and petting and pinching here and there and makin poor Lynette want to jump out of her skin.

And then Olive walked away from her. She left her to tremble alone while she strolled to her couch and sat down, where, she leaned forward over her tightly clasped knees to further embarrass Lynette with her staring. "Turn around," Olive said. Lynette turned while the woman devoured her naked body through heavy-lidded eyes.

Olive's lacquer-tipped fingers were moving up and down her thighs, and now she began to squeeze and caress the big tits Lynette had so shamefully sucked on. Feeling herself, further arousing herself, Olive slowly shook her head and made Lynette almost burst with pride by saying, "God damn, you're a beautiful girl. No wonder my boyfriend wants to fuck you so bad he can taste it. Come here, Red. Come here and let me have a taste of your cunt."

Lynette moved slowly toward the couch. Olive helped her the last few timid steps, putting her hands on her firm, slender flanks, and when Lynette's knees were touching Olive's, the woman leaned forward and placed a warm, smacking kiss on her cunt.

"Oh, Olive!" exclaimed Lynette, for the singe kiss was entirely electrifying.

"Found your tongue, have you? I never lost mine," Olive said, extending her tongue out of he mouth a surprisingly long distance. Holding Lynette by the hips, she ran the tip of her tongue in quick patterns through Lynette's sparse, red pubic hair.

"Oh, yes! Please kiss my cunt! Please suck my cunt! I've had it done to me before and I love it!" Lynette blurted.

Olive kissed her there again and said, "Oh? And who was the lucky boy or girl who got to this pretty cunt before me?"

"M-My brother kissed me there. We made him do it to both of us. My cousin Betty and me."

Olive laughed, and said, "Mark? You deserve something better than that. A fine cunt like yours deserves some really expert licking and sucking." She leaned forward once again.

Her extraordinarily long tongue came slithering out, making Lynette gasp quite loudly as it entered the top of her slit. She gasped even louder when Olive's tongue wriggled and burrowed and found her clitoris. And then she was writhing, out of control, hanging onto Olive's black-haired head and saying, "Oh! This is just what I've been dreaming about! It feels better than anything else in the world! Oh, Mrs. Cook! Oh, Olive, your tongue feels even better than a cock!"

Olive drew back and licked her lips, smiled up at Lynette and said, "You'll think differently whe you've felt a real, man-sized cock in your cunt. Has your brother fucked you, too?"

"Yes! But Betty made me let him do it."

"And was he the only one?"

"N-No. Russ. Just after I saw him... fuck you!"

"You're a good, honest girl, and you'll get your reward for that."

Olive moved her hands up over Lynette's long, narrow waist to her tits, and there she closed a thumb and forefinger over each of her nipples, shocking the girl with pleasure and drawing her down to her knees. They began to kiss once again. Olive rolled Lynette's nipples between her fingers until the girl could stand it no more. She dropped down to lick and suck at the woman's big tits once again.

"That's nice," Olive purred, "but it's time you got down to business." Olive pushed her down to her flat belly, opened her legs, and now Lynette was kissing her cunt.

The black triangle of knitted string on Olive's cunt was still quite damp. The smell of her cunt through the cloth was quite strong, almost enough to turn Lynette away from her mad, feverish kisses. Through the cloth she could feel Olive's cunt, and a clitoris so large that Lynette couldn't believe it. Suddenly Olive lifted her up from he cunt and was kissing her hard on the mouth, then pulling her down on the couch with a passion that seemed to exceed Lynette's.

"Get your ass right there on the edge of the cushions," Olive firmly told her. "I want that cunt of yours wide open and ready for anything." And then she went down on her knees on the floor, and gave Lynette a lesson in cunt-kissing she would never forget.

Olive swiped up and down through Lynette's nearly-virginal cunt, tasting creamy, wet freshness that kept the juices in her own cunt at the boiling point. Olive had to hold herself back from taking a great big bite out of Lynette's delectably and tender cunt. She gently licked Lynette's tiny clitoris, and slowly increased her sucking, tickling her clitoris with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh, Olive! Oh, that feels so good! I really did dream about you like this. With your head down between my legs. Oh-h-h, but I never dreamed it would feel so goo-o-o-o-o-d! Oh, Olive! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum-m-m-in!" Lynette squealed, fucking and rolling on Olive's couch, flailing about with her legs and arms, just barely staying on the edge of the cushions.

"Again! I'm gonna do it aga-a-a-ain!" Lynette cried, as the grinning Olive slithered her rapidly waggling tongue down through the girl's slit an burrowed it deeply into her hole.

Olive sucked on her cunt, drank up and swallowed the sweet cunt's gushing juices, and watched each of the teenager's hot contortions. She pushed her tongue farther down, between the girl's provocative buttocks, and then up inside her asshole, making Lynette moan and groan and beg for more with every move she was making. Olive licked her asshole and nibbled her tight cuntlips before getting back to her clit for more sucking. And as she sucked now, Olive loosened the tie of her string bikini bottoms.

Lynette's sensations were overwhelming. Everything she had experienced with sex so far had been exciting, but this was a whole new dimension because it went on and on and on. Over and over again her delicate body was racked with orgasmic ecstasy, each one seeming larger than the last and each one leading on to another. She was babbling incoherently at Olive, one moment begging her to stop, and the very next moment begging her to go on and eat her cunt some more.

"Ur-r-rgh! Ah-h-h-hgh! Yes-s-s! Oh-h-h-h!" Everything Lynette tried to say came out in a strangled groan, as every cell in her body was being wrung out by the wonderfully lascivious kisses that ripped through her crotch and her cunt. He pleasures continued even as Olive moved to her side on the couch. It seemed like a miracle to have the woman's hot body beside her while the sensational suckings continued on in her wide open cunt. Lynette twisted about and flung her arms around Olive to kiss her, when she realized that the black thatch of hair at her side was that of Olive's cunt.

Olive felt the girl's hesitation, but continued with her hungry kisses on Lynette's deliciously orgasming cunt.

Olive's black thatch of cunt hair was coming down on Lynette's face. Her arms were around Olive's hips. The sight of Olive's looming, hairy cunt was frightening to her, the smell of her cunt quite revolting. Olive pushed her cunt tightly against Lynette's panicked face, and Lynette's orgasms continued as she tried to twist away from Olive's big, fleshy cuntlips. She couldn't help but brush her lips against Olive's cunt. And then she couldn't help but lick Olive's cunt. And then her saliva flowed, for the taste of Olive's cunt was entirely seducing. Lynette's arms tightened around Olive's hips as she sucked passionately on Olive's cunt.

Hot! Wet! Exquisite! Lynette covered Olive's black-furred cunt with dripping kisses. She felt insane in her need to do it, sucking and licking an lapping and kissing, and trying her best to make Olive catch up with her in the unceasing stream of orgasms that ripped even more strongly through her body.

Locked in each other's arms and sixty-nining, the woman and girl tumbled down from the couch and went on sucking each other's cunts. "Mmmmm! MM-M-M-MF!" Groans and the cracking of joints and the smell of hot cunt filled the room as the two of them madly sucked cunt, cumming and cumming as hard as they could, and straining to cum some more. Their bodies were drenched with sweat, and cuntjuice sopped their faces and their crotches as they rolled about on the floor, with their cunts cumming and cumming until at last they collapsed and could come no more.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lynette felt weak but very wonderful when Olive helped her back up onto the couch. She felt very giggly good as she sat and talked with the sexy woman.

"That was so great!" Lynette said. "I never thought I'd like eating pussy, but once I got started I just couldn't stop. You sure do have a big clit, Olive. Do you think mine will ever be that big?"

Olive was leaning back comfortable on the couch, with her eyes half closed and her legs spread apart. Her cunthair was matted down from Lynette's kisses and from her own overflowe juices, and her cunt could be clearly seen. Her cunt had long, thick, deep pink lips, and between them was the tip of her clit that Lynette had sucked on with such gusto. Her tits, big and globular, hung down heavily. Lynette sat close beside her, looking with pride at the woman she'd learned so much from, and whom she'd satisfied just as much as she'd been satisfied herself.

"Exercise, that's what does it," Olive said. "Lots of fucking, lots of sucking, and someday your clit will be as big as mine."

"But I'll never have tits as big and nice as yours. Could I touch your tits again?"

"Be my guest. But don't expect to get anything out of it. After this morning with Russ and this afternoon with you -- you sexy doll -- I'm bushed."

"Such big tits," Lynette sighed, lifting and fondling her two tanned tits, gently fingering their big brown nipples.

"Believe me, you're better off with tits. Big tits like mine can get in the way. On the other hand, big tits like mine attract men. But even with your sweet tits, you've managed to attract hell out of my boyfriend. He wants to fuck you, Lynette. And he knows how to fuck a gal, believe me."

"Why would anyone want me when they alread have you? Is it okay if I touch your clit again?"

Olive obligingly parted her legs wider and said, "It's time you had a real man's cock in you. Russ is okay, but he doesn't really know what he's doing yet."

"Is your clit getting bigger? Oooo, it's so nice and slippery and warm! And, Olive, it tasted so good!"

"I'll make you a deal," Olive said. "I'll arrange for my boyfriend to show you a really good fuck if you'll help me with a nice sex party here."

"Sure," said Lynette. "Whatever you say Olive? Could I just taste your clit one more time? I've got to go home and cook dinner for Betty and Mark, but before I go, could I just taste your clit one more time?"

Olive gave her permission and Lynette kneeled on the couch. As she bent over the big thatch of hair on Olive's cunt, Olive fondled and squeezed Lynette's tits warmly. The tip of Lynette's tongue was tickling the tip of Olive's clitoris as Olive said, "You get your cousin Betty over here with me tomorrow, and I'll take care of the rest of it. Then I'll give you some real fucking, and if you take to that as well as you've taken to cunt-kissing, you'll be one of the damnedest sex pots in the world."

When Lynette went home, Betty and Mark were already there. They were on the couch in front of the TV, holding hands and sitting close together looking with smug satisfaction at, Lynette. Lynette was dying to tell Betty what had happened to her that afternoon, but of course it was no time to do so when tattle-tale Mark was there. Instead Lynette started dinner, looking forward to telling Betty later, when they were alone in her bed. Lynette might also demonstrate some of the things she'd learned from the next door neighbor.

Betty insisted that Lynette serve them dinner on the couch, where she fed Mark his meal bite by bite while he sat there with the same smug grin on his face. Betty kept kissing and hugging him all through dinner and continued to do so while Lynette cleared the dishes away. Mark kept trying to put his hand inside Betty's blouse or up under her skirt, and Betty kept giggling and pushing it away, and then whispering into his ear. It wasn't even nine o'clock when they got up from the couch and said they were going to bed, once again warning Lynette that if she said anything at all about what had gone on at the house, they'd get her in a great deal of trouble. And it was Mark's bed they went to, and Lynette was again left alone.

She put on her pajamas and sat down to watch television. She was feeling very good. It didn't bother her a bit to pass by the door of Mark's bedroom and hear her brother and cousin giggling away. Promptly at ten o'clock she turned out the lights and went to bed, but before she had fallen asleep, she heard a tapping at her window. Olive Cook was out there, smiling and motioning her to raise the window.

"Hi," she said, leaning her arms and her big, heavy tits on Lynette's windowsill. "I was sort of expecting you by for another visit."

"I didn't want to bother you."

"You'd never be a bother to me. Mind if I come in? I wanted to tell you it's all arranged for Betty's coming out party tomorrow, if you can get rid of your brother."

Lynette helped Olive in through her window. The brunette was wearing the thinnest, sheerest, altogether sexiest black lace negligee Lynette had ever seen. She sat down on Lynette's flouncy pink bed and told her about her plans, holding Lynette's hand as she did and eliciting many soft giggles from the red-haired teenager.

"It sounds like a super plan!" said Lynette. "And it's just the right thing for Betty."

"You sure do look pretty in those green pajamas, Lynette. Me they made out of silk?" Olive asked, feeling the material from Lynette's knee to her groin.

"That's an awfully nice negligee you've got on," Lynette responded. "Real sexy."

"Your skin looks best on you," Olive said, an she began opening the buttons of Lynette's pajama top. "I sure would like to play with your tits before you go to sleep, honey. Do you mind?"

Olive shivered and moved closer to Lynette, and began sucking on her tits. The woman's hands were very hot on the girl's tender flesh as she felt the contours of Lynette's waist and eased her pajama bottoms down over her hips. She moved up to fondle the times she was kissing. Lynette was quickly becoming excited, but in her inexperience, she was afraid to make a move. She felt her cunt getting wet and her ass getting itchy and her tits swelling up in Olive's mouth, while, the warm, slithery tongue of her newest and dearest friend swirled and lashed at her pebble-hard nipples.

When Olive at last sat up, she looked more aroused than Lynette felt. She was panting and her eyes were glinting as she said, "Lift up your hips, pretty baby, and let your lover get these pajamas off?"

Lynette did as she was told. Olive's hands were all a tremble as she stripped the girl. Olive flipped on Lynette's bedside lamp and had the gir stand before her, as she sat on the bed and ran her hands over Lynette's slim body, gazing up at her adoringly.

"You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world. If I had any sense, I'd keep you all to myself."

"But you promised," said Lynette. "Your plans for tomorrow, and then getting your boyfriend to fuck me."

"I know. I know. And I'll keep my promise, unless you let me out of it. Unless I can prove you don't need any other kind of fucking but the kind you cap get from me."

"Tongue-fucking? That's great. But I think I'll always like cock-fucking better."

Olive grinned and pulled Lynette down on the bed beside her. "Those aren't the only ways to fuck. I know another way that you'll like even better. I'd show it to you, except it's so bad."

"Bad?"

Olive nodded her head. She hugged Lynette and kissed her mouth and tits and said, "It's so bad I ought to be spanked for even telling you about it. But it's so good you'll forget all about wanting a cock in your cunt when I've done it to you."

"Then you'll do it?" said Lynette. "Now?"

"Sure. If you'll spank me first."

"Spank you? Me? Spank you? What for?"

Olive fidgeted about, still caressing Lynette's naked body. "A nice spanking gets me in the right kind of mood. Especially when it's done by a pretty thing like you. You don't have to do it if you don't want to. But if you do... look out, cause then you'll get a fucking that will make you forget all about big old cocks."

Lynette just laughed. "Oh, that's silly. How could I forget about something I think about all the time? But if you want a spanking, I'll give it to you."

Olive shivered hotly and stood up. She slipped the straps of her lacy black negligee down and let it fall, and the moment Lynette saw her big, naked tits she forgot about spankings and fuckings and everything, till she'd liberally kissed and sucked Olive's tits. Olive was hard-pressed to stop Lynette's kisses. But when she did, she had Lynette sit well back on the bed. Then she lay stomach-down across the girl's thighs.

"Gee, you have a nice bottom, Olive," said Lynette, as she felt her naked asscheeks. They were so very round and soft, so beautifully shaped, reminding Lynette very much of Olive's tits. Olive's ass was almost blubbery in its softness, but each time Lynette took her hands from her ass, they bounced back to their perfectly spherical shape. They were big, and they were so very sof and nice that Lynette could quite easily part them widely with the fingers of her hand.

In the very bottom of the deep groove between Olive's tanned asscheeks was her asshole, a deeply puckered orifice, delicately tinged with brown. Olive moaned and writhed on Lynette's lap as the girl touched her asshole. "That's the first place I ever got fucked," said Lynette, and she pushed her finger inside.

"Ahh! Oh, my God! Oh, you angel!" Olive gasped, twisting and turning on Lynette's naked thighs and clutching hard at the bedspread.

"Do you like to be fucked in the asshole?" said Lynette, worming her finger in and out of Olive's tight asshole, pleased at the way she was making Olive excited.

"Ur-r-rgh! Ah-h-hgh! Jesus... Christ!" Olive muttered, writhing still harder on Lynette's lap.

"I like it best right here," Lynette told her, and taking her finger out from Olive's asshole, she inserted it and one other in Olive's very wet cunt.

"Ur-rgh! Ur-rgh! Ur-rgh!" Lynette could feel each of Olive's very rhythmic moanings as well as hear them, for each time Olive moaned her belly got hard as a rock against Lynette's thigh. Lynette giggled softly and kept working her fingers around in Olive's fever-hot cunt, and then massaging her.

"Still want me to spank you?" she asked.

"Uh! Oh-h-h! Yes!"

If she wanted a spanking, Lynette was willing to help her out. Olive's asscheeks quivered and shook under the forceful blows of Lynette's open hand. Olive was all but tearing up the bedspread with her fingernails and toenails and teeth, apparently in great pain, but still raising her lovely ass up for more of Lynette's hard spankings. Lynette kept it up till her hand was sore and Olive was up on her hands and elbows, whimpering and moaning and rubbing hard at her big, hairy cunt.

"You've had enough now?" Lynette said.

"Ur-rgh! Ah-h-h! Oh-h-h!"

Lynette slipped out from under her and went to the closet, where she got a section of the fishing pole her father had given her for Christmas. It was nice and limber and about a foot and a half long. As Lynette laid it smartly across Olive's lovely soft asscheeks, they seemed to do an enchanting dance.

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

"Eek! Oh! Yes! I love you! I love it!" screamed Olive.

"Keep quiet or Betty and Mark will hear." Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

"Mmf! Nng! Mrnf! Mmf! Mmf!"

"That's better."

Olive's ass was all red and raw. And her finger must have been sore, too, for several times Lynette's fishing rod had cracked against them while Olive was up on her elbows and knees, madly rubbing at her cunt and her asshole. But Olive showed no signs of team at all when Lynette tossed aside the fishing rod and jumped onto the bed beside her. If anything, the very brisk spanking had increased her ardor for Lynette, for she dragged the girl down beside her and covered her giggling face with kisses, saying, "Good God, what a beautiful spanking! Now you're going to get a fucking you'll never forget! It'll change your life." Olive grabbed a pillow, which she placed under Lynette's ass.

"M-m-m-m. Mm-m-m-m. Beautiful!" Olive said through her kisses, at the sight of Lynette's red-fringed cunt sticking up into the air. Olive's glowing, hot ass remained high in the air as she kissed Lynette's cunt in a fever of passion. She twitched and jerked and moaned as Lynette pinched and patted her ass.

"This is nice," said Lynette, lying back and stretching languorously under Olive's sucking kisses. "It's real nice. But I thought you were going to fuck me."

Olive stopped kissing Lynette's cunt and said, "You bet your sweet ass I am! Spread your legs and hold still... for now."

Lynette's long, slim legs were spread wide open, and Olive kneeled between them, rapidly rubbing her black-thatched cunt as she did so. Olive's hair was in disarray and there was a wild look in her eyes, but she was still a lovely sight to behold as she moved cunt forward, her big tits swinging toward the eager, smiling girl.

"Now hold your cuntlips wide open. Like this." Olive showed Lynette how, parting her thick, crimson cuntlips widely with her finger and thumb, fully exposing her outlandishly big clitoris.

Lynette followed suit, spreading out her tight, pink cuntlips and fully revealing the sweet, tiny nubbin of her pretty clitoris. "I still wish mine was as big as yours."

"It's big enough. Hold still."

Lynette was able to hold still, but Olive was not. She was in such a state of agitation that her hips were twitching and shaking as she carefully lowered her pelvis down on top of Lynette's, looking avidly down as their cunts came together like widely parted mouths.

"Ah-h-h," Olive sighed, as their clits made perfect contact, made more perfect still by the circular movements of Olive's hips. "There! Isn't that the greatest?"

"Feels nice!"

"Let's fuck!" Olive said, and she began to mov her body.

Olive's fine body was arched back like a bow to make better cunt-to-cunt contact. Her position gave Lynette ample opportunity to play with her lovely, big tits. This, plus the clitoral contact, already had Olive in a lovely state of constant orgasmic pleasure, a state which Lynette was quite willing to share with her.

"Oh, Olive! It does feel nice! And getting better all the time!"

"Nng! Nggg! Ahh!"

Their cunts were squelching together wetly, very hot and very open. Olive's clitoris was rubbing wetly and directly against Lynette's while Olive continued to cum and cum.

"I'm on fire! My cunt's on fire!" said the gasping, sweating Olive, fucking the supine girl with ragged vigor.

"Your clit feels as big as a finger!"

"UR-R-R-R-RGH! Oh, R-R-R-R-RGH!" Olive's orgasms became too intense for her, and she suddenly toppled off Lynette's thrusting body. Rolled up in a ball on the bed, she continued to cum by herself as she clutched at her cunt with both hands. Lynette spread her knees and squatted down over Olive's contorting face, taking full advantage of Olive's raging passion as she rubbed her cunt against Olive's hot mouth. Finally, Olive collapsed in exhaustion.

"That was just super," said Lynette, when her passions were sated and Olive was lying on her bed in a smiling daze. "I like cunt-fucking a lot, but I'd still rather have a cock in my cunt. You better go now, Olive. I want to get plenty of sleep so I'll be ready for Betty's party tomorrow."

Lynette had to help Olive out the window, and the naked brunette walked unsteadily home.

CHAPTER EIGHT

In the morning, Lynette served breakfast in bed to Mark and Betty. It was all very elegantly done, with the breakfast laid out on a tray, and Lynette clad in the black negligee Olive had left behind the night before. Mark was wearing his smug grin and nothing else. Blonde Betty looked very pretty lying half under the covers, with her nice, round tits showing over them. She hardly glanced at the breakfast tray, instead looking at Lynette in the slinky but loose-fitting black lace, and saying, "Where in the heck did you get that?"

Lynette smiled. "It's a secret. I might tell you later." She did a pirouette, showing Betty the overall sheerness of the garment and its revealingly low back. "A friend of mine has lots more things like this."

"She does?" said Betty.

"It looks like it'd be awful cold in the winter," said Mark.

Betty jabbed him with her elbow. "Oh, what do you know about anything besides fucking?"

"Have fun. See you later," said Lynette, and she left the room in a swirl of lace.

Inside of ten minutes Betty was in Lynette's mom, demanding to know where the negligee came from and asking if she could try it on. Lynette had already taken it off and hidden it in her closet, and no threats her cousin could make would make her reveal where it was. She only laughed at the threats and said, "I'd show you that and lots more this afternoon, if Mark wasn't around to pester us. My friend's got lots of sexy underthings."

"It's Olive Cook, isn't it? Isn't it Olive from next door?"

"Get rid of my brother this afternoon and you'll see."

"Who wants to go see that nasty old woman?" asked Betty.

That afternoon Betty had an argument with Mark, and he went riding off on his bicycle to the Boy's Club. There was a fine, pink tinge to Betty's fair cheeks as she looked expectantly at her cousin. They were both dressed in shorts and tank tops when Lynette got Olive's negligee out of her closet and led her cousin to Olive's back door.

"I knew it! I just knew it was her!" Betty said as they knocked. She was wringing her hands together and looking almost fearfully at the door. "Remember what she said about wanting to put her head between our legs? We're sure not going to let her do that. Are we, Lynette? Are we?"

"We're just going visiting. Don't worry."

Betty clutched Lynette's arm when Olive opened the back door. The brunette woman looked stunning. Her jet black hair waved in a wild jumble of curls all about her grinning and well made-up face. She wore high-heeled black shoes and glossy, black nylon hose. Her panties and bra were black satin, tight and brief, with the leg holes of her panties rising almost to their waistband and the top of her bra so low that her brown aureoles peeped out. Her hip-length black peignoir, made of sheer lace, slipped down from one shoulder as she gestured the teenaged girls inside her house with the beer can she held in her manicured hand. Lynette winked at Olive. Betty's bare feet faltered as she went inside.

Olive chatted away about the hot weather as she opened the refrigerator door and handed each of the girls a can of beer. Betty sipped it without once taking her eyes from the huge tits and broadly bulging cunt of the lady in black lace and satin. Lynette left her beer untouched as Olive led them into her living room.

The girls sat side by side on the couch and Olive sat in a big leather chair facing them. She chatted away about nothing at all in particular while she constantly shifted her position and moved her hands over her body in a frankly sensuous fashion. Lynette kept petting and touching Betty in a reassuring fashion, while Betty nervously sat and sipped, and stared. Her eyes grew even wider when Olive sauntered over to stand close before them, her hand on her cocked hip. The room smelled strongly of her perfume.

"Well," she said. "Do you feel like going into my bedroom and having a fashion show? I've got some real interesting things in there, Betty, and I know some of them would fit you just fine."

Betty hesitated, and Lynette urged her on. Betty started blushing when Lynette stripped out of her clothes, and all of Betty's body was glowing pink by the time she'd permitted Lynette and Olive to strip her naked, too. Olive and Lynette flanked Betty closely as Olive showed the girls the contents of her chest of drawers.

The drawers held a rich array of lingerie. Betty's eagerness grew as each new drawer was opened. At first she had flinched away from the touch of Olive's hand, but soon enough she was letting Olive touch her back and her firm, plump ass as she looked through the drawers and fondled their contents. Betty was clearly enthralled by the soft, pretty things in the drawers, but she recoiled in shock when Olive opened the box on top of the chest of drawers and showed the girls a half dozen false pricks of varying sizes.

"What're those?" Betty said in horror.

"Plastic cocks!" Lynette said. She picked up the largest one, a double-ended device clearly meant to be used by two lusty women at once.

"These are dildos. For lonely women," Olive said, and still caressing Betty's bare back, she picked up a small, battery-operated dildo and placed it in Betty's reluctant hands.

Betty looked like she was going to be sick. Several times she tried to put the dildo down, but her hand could not release it. At last Olive laughed and took it from her, tossed it carelessly on the bed behind them, and said, "Come on. Try on some of my things."

In no time at all Lynette was dressed in a hip-length nightie of clinging red satin, and Betty looked lovely in a gauzy and billowing negligee of purest white. Her ample, round tits showed clearly through it, as did her fine, round ass and her blonde-fringed cunt. Both Olive and Lynette were admiring Betty very closely as they sat her down on the bed between them.

"What nice tits you have, Betty," said Olive. "And don't they feel nice through this pretty nightgown."

"Don't. I'm so ticklish."

"I bet this would really tickle," said Lynette, giggling as she picked up the plastic dildo and turned it on, then ran its smoothly tapered, vibrating end through the crack of Betty's groin.

"Don't! I'll wet my pants!"

"Here's how it's done," said Olive. She took the dildo from Lynette to show the girls how it was used.

She drew aside the narrow crotchband of her panties. Betty acted shocked, but she watched closely as Olive parted her fleshy, big cuntlips and eased the dildo inside. And she watched more closely still when Olive stood up and eased the plastic prick in and out of the leg hole of her panties, and in and out of her black-haired cunt.

Lynette, still fondling and caressing her cousin wherever she could reach her, said, "I bet that would fit in your cunt just right."

"Oh, no! It's too big."

"It's not too big for your asshole. Oooo! Just think how it would feel up there."

Betty squirmed on the bed and said, "No, I won't think about that at all."

"Then don't think at all, and we'll do it for you," said Olive.

Lynette easily pushed Betty back on the bed. Though Betty was weakly protesting, Lynette held her still with ticklings and fondlings, while Olive removed the dildo from her cunt, crouched down, and placed Betty's feet on the edge of the bed.

"Don't! Please don't! It's too big!" Betty kept telling them, as Olive screwed the cunt-wet dildo in through the tight, pink ring of her asshole. The long skirt of her borrowed nightie was up around her waist and she was almost beside herself with hot and fearful excitement when Olive got up on the bed at her other side and signaled for Russ to come out of the closet.

His upright cock was hard and white, and his knob was bulbous and ruddy red. At the first sight of his cock and his balls and all of his naked body, Betty screamed and tried to struggle free from the soft hands that held her down.

Her screams were ignored and Russ excitedly kneeled between Betty's kicking legs. Lynette was barely able to hold Betty down as Olive bent down to prepare Russ' cock for Betty's cunt. Bett watched closely through glinting eyes, as Olive held Russ' cock in her hands and rubbed his big knob through the dewy, wet lips of Betty's blonde cunt.

"Lemme put it in her! Lemme fuck her!" said Russ.

"Not wet enough yet!" said Olive, and she took Russ' cock-knob into her mouth, wetting it liberally with her saliva. With his cock still in her hand, she then used her saliva to wet Betty's squirming cunt, running her very long tongue up and down through her cunt's tight, pink lips and tight hole. She was smacking her lips as she sat up again and drew Russ' cock-head against Betty's tight cunt.

"Wait! No! It's top big!" Betty shouted, as Olive pushed Russ' cockhead into her cunt.

"E-E-E-E-E-EK!" Betty screamed loudly. Russ drew back an inch and then surged forward, with half of his hard, cock plunging into her cunt.

Olive held Betty's cuntlips open while Russ worked his cock ever deeper in Betty's tight cunt.

"Oh! No! It's splitting me! It's killing me!" Betty cried, struggling, and twisting, but only succeeding in getting more cock in her cunt.

"I can't stand it! It hurts!" she wailed. Russ drew back for a moment and then started fucking her.

His long, thick cock sawed in and out of Betty's well-wetted cunt. On his knees, he grinned and stroked Betty's thighs with his hands, while he stroked her cunt with his cock. Olive helped them by massaging Betty's clitoris, and Lynette did her part by fondling and squeezing Betty's tits.

Russ was displaying finesse in his fucking technique. The dildo squirted out of Betty's asshole as he lunged fully into her cunt with his cock, slamming his brown-haired loins up against her open crotch, and slapping her ass with his balls. Over and over he did this while Betty screamed and squealed and struggled. Olive and Lynette excitedly watched.

"She's getting a really good fucking!" said Olive. "Yes, and it's just what she needed!" said Lynette.

Russ reached down toward Betty's tits as he fucked her. He tore open her negligee, making her scream anew, and he mauled her jigging tits with both hands while he continued to drive his hard cock up into her tender cunt. The fit of his cock inside her cunt looked incredibly tight. On each of his cock's out strokes, his cock would draw out the lips of her cunt, and on each of his cock's plunges inside her feebly contorting body, his cock pushed her cuntlips back in. Olive was on the bed next to Lynette, and was clinging quite tightly to the slender redhead, saying, "After they've had their fun while we watch it, I'll show you how to use that double-ended dildo."

"They've got a way to go yet," said Lynette, and she spread her legs for Olive and reached for Olive's cunt.

Russ clenched his teeth in a grimace and surged harder still in Betty's cunt. "He's cumming!" said Lynette. His cock slipped out of Betty's cunt and spurted a long streamer of pearly whiteness up over her palpitating belly and onto her jouncing tits. He had his cock back inside her in a moment, cumming hard and fucking harder as Betty squealed and at last fucked back at him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held him as he surged and surged and squirted and squirted within her. Her legs were still contracting rhythmically, trying for one more stroke of his slippery, long cock, when he sighed and went limp on top of her sweating body.

"Now we'll show them how we fuck," said Olive.

"In a minute," said Lynette. Russ had rolled off of Betty, and his cock had slipped out of her cunt. His cock was still thick and hard, all covered with gleaming semen and cunt juice as it sprang up from his loins. Betty moved to her cousin's side, helped the somewhat dazed girl sit up, and pointed at Russ' cock.

"Look. There it is. There's the cock that gave you so much pleasure. You ought to kiss it and show Russ how much you liked it."

"But it's so... big," said Betty, looking at Russ' cock as if she couldn't believe all that meat could have fit into the diminutive cunt between her legs.

"All the better to kiss and suck," Lynette told her, and then showed her how by crouching down at Russ' side and taking his cock in her hand, licking and lapping and sliding her mouth down over his cock.

"I guess I didn't get quite enough of it," Betty said, as she crawled around to Russ' other side, where she shared with Lynette in kissing and sucking Russ' stiff cock.

Russ lay back and enjoyed it while his breathing evened out. Betty and Lynette were licking him clean and enjoying it greatly, tongue-washing his balls and sucking his cock both at the same time. Their darling, naked asses sticking up in the air were too much for Olive, and she moved between them, feeling and tasting hot, cunt. Lynette was too thoroughly involved in. Russ' slippery, wet cock to pay much attention to Olive, but Betty grinned at the brunette in the sexy, black panties and bra.

Olive grinned back at Betty and beckoned to her. Betty left Russ' cock to Lynette, and turned around on the bed, fascinated by Olive. Olive teased Betty into coming closer by caressing her satin-clad tits and cunt. And then Betty started feeling Olive's tits and her cunt as Olive guided her. Lynette watched, very contentedly sucking on Russ' cock, while Olive kissed Betty hard and deep on the mouth.

Olive told Betty, "It's time you learned how to eat cunt. I taught your cousin, and now I'll teach you."

"Oh, yes! I want to learn! I do!" Betty said. She crouched on the bed and kissed the black bulge of Olive's big cunt.

"I'll do it to you first to show you how," Olive said. "Stand up."

Betty did as she was told. With her feet wide apart and her hands on her hips, she stood looking down as Olive began lancing with her tongue through the wet slit of her juicy cunt. Lynette and Russ watched them from behind Betty. It looked as if Olive's tongue was lifting Betty up on her tiptoes. She was squealing, and gasping breathlessly as Olive's tongue did its flashing work. Betty dug her fingers deeply into her naked ass, as waves of deep pleasure swept through her body. Olive sucked and tongued her clitoris and held onto her thighs with both hands.

Olive backed off, smacking her lips, and said, "That's the way it's done. Think you can do it now?"

"Oh, yes!" said Betty, and she quickly dropped down to her knees.

Olive stood up and said, "Take off my panties for me, Angel-face. And then do a job on my cunt."

Betty tugged at the black satin panties. They were very tight. Betty's round, white ass was wriggling with her efforts, and seeing this inspired Russ to pull his cock out of Lynette's mouth and go after Betty. The blonde teenager had just drawn Olive's panties down below the black thatch of her cunt when Russ grabbed Betty's hips. She squealed as he hauled her back toward him, and kneeling, she took Russ' cock up her cunt from a different position.

"My gosh! Oh, my gosh!" Betty said, for Russ was driving his cock up her cunt with more vigor than before. He was in the perfect position for fucking, on his knees with his hands on Betty's round rump. She had to brace herself against the onslaught of his cock. Her belly sagged downward and her tits did a dance as Russ fucked her relentlessly, driving his big, thick cock through the lips of her cunt and into her gut.

The love juice was running down her inner thighs. Russ was fucking her with rhythmic intensity. The expression on her face was one of absolute bliss.

Olive pulled her panties off and lay down on the bed in front of Betty. With her nyloned legs outspread, she scooted forward and held Betty's blonde head, saying, "Put your pretty mouth to work, Angel-face. My cunt's all hot and itchy for your mouth. Eat it, baby! Show me how grateful to me you are for my arranging for Russell to give you such a nice fucking."

Lynette remembered how repelled she had been at the sight and smell of Olive's big cunt. It didn't seem to bother Betty a bit. She lunged forward for it with her tongue thrust out, spreading Olive's big, fat cuntlips with her fingers. In no time at all she was sucking and licking Olive's cunt with unbridled gusto.

"Oh, yeah-h-h," Olive crooned, humping upward slowly and smiling sensuously. "Eat cunt, baby! Suck my clitty and make me feel real good!"

Lynette picked up the vibrator and found it to be still softly buzzing. She quickly wet it by inserting it into her cunt, thrilling to the deep tickling it produced in her slick, tight cunt. Then she moved toward Russ and held his asscheeks apart, while she screwed and worked it in his ass.

"Hey, what're you doing? Hey, cut it out!" he exclaimed at first, but then he clenched his asshole tight around the dildo and increased the tempo of his hard-driving cock.

Having doubled his pleasures, Lynette crawled over to Olive, who reached out to greet her and gave her a great big kiss. Lynette pushed away from the kiss and shaved Olive flat on her back on the bed, and said, "Do you feel like putting your pretty mouth to work, too?"

"Baby, yes!" said Olive, and she helped Lynette sit down on her chest.

Lynette was so comfortable there. Olive cupped Lynette's buttocks so she couldn't fall off, and Lynette reached behind her and took hold of Olive's tits. Olive was doing a beautiful job on Lynette's cunt, sucking and licking and tonguing with steady ardor. Lynette could look down and see it all, while behind her Betty ate Olive's cunt and Russ screwed her while the battery-operated dildo screwed him.

Olive was sucking her harder and harder. Lynette could feel her clitoris growing. "Suck me and lick me, Olive!" she cried. "Let's all cum together, starting right now!"

The lovely explosions ripped through her, and under her tensing ass she could feel orgasms racing through Olive. Betty's muffled cries told of the climaxes she was reaching, and Russ' gargling groans did the same.

"CUM! EVERYBODY CUM AND CUM AND CUM!" cried Lynette, squirming and rubbing her heavily gushing cunt against Olive's eager mouth.

"Shooting... a gallon!" said Russ, and each of his heavily spurting insertions now drove Betty's face harder against Olive's hot cunt.

Olive's bedroom was filled with the smell of sex, and the sounds of it echoed off the ceiling. Rich juices flowed and squirted and leaked out on the bedspread while all four of them peaked and soared and peaked again, straining upward toward ever higher ecstasy. Just before Lynette swooned from the joys of it all, she thought she would never know any greater ecstasies in her life -- but she was quite wrong about that.

CHAPTER NINE

It was Mark who was ordered to serve dinner to the two girls that night. He complained very bitterly about it and threatened to tell his father if they didn't treat him any better. The girls countered this threat by getting up from the table and pummeling him thoroughly before going on with their dinner. And the girls slept together that night, holding hands in the darkness and reliving the terrific sexual adventures they'd had that day.

They awoke in the morning feeling vibrantly good. They jumped into the shower together and giggled and played with each other, then dressed in brief summer clothes and went to see Olive.

"Hi," she said, kissing them both. "Great to see you both looking so good this morning, but I don't have any time for fun and games with you today. I've got a visitor coming, so you better run along and take care of your housework and things. I'll see you later on. He should be here pretty quick now."

Both the girls were disappointed, but they gracefully left Olive's house. Back at Lynette's, Lynette said, "We really should clean up the place and do some shopping. What if Daddy comes home and finds the house like this? Betty, you and Mark start cleaning up while I go to the store."

Lynette kissed her cousin. Mark's pouting expression disappeared when his sister called him over and had him kiss his cousin and make up. He had his hand under Betty's tank top, and she was unbuttoning the fly of his trunks when Lynette went out the back door with the shopping list.

She ducked through the hedge and entered Olive's back door. She tiptoed through the house and found her neighbor at her dressing table, clad in a sheer, black negligee and painting her fingernails red while she hummed a happy tune. Olive gave quite a start when Lynette spoke from the bedroom doorway.

"It's your boy friend that's coming to see you isn't it?"

"Sneak up on me like that again and I'll snatch you bald-headed!"

Lynette rushed to her side, kneeled, and took her hand. "You said you'd let me do it with your boyfriend if I was good, and I've been good as can be. I brought you Betty to have some fun with, just like you told me to. And I'll do more, I'll do anything you say, if you just let me do it with a real, grown man like your boyfriend is."

Olive grinned and said, "I think he's too much of a man for you. It could hurt you."

"You said he's talked about fucking me. And he'll know how to do it so it won't hurt too awful much. Please, Olive! Oh, please! I'll get any boy or girl in school for you if you'll just introduce me to your boyfriend!"

Olive said, "I won't introduce you. But I'll let you hide in the closet like Russ did while my boyfriend is here. If you want to come out and try to join us, that's fine. If not, just stay there and keep your mouth shut."

Lynette thought it was a super plan. She kissed Olive in her gratitude, and she was tongue-tickling her clitoris when they both heard the back door slam. Quick as a flash, Lynette was in the closet and taking off her clothes, she was absolutely certain that nothing Olive's boyfriend could say or do would change her mind about wanting to be fucked by a real, grown man.

The moment she saw him she changed her mind, because, after all, he was her father.

Howard scooped Olive up in his arms and swung her about the room while both of them laughed and kissed. They still laughed and kissed when they'd flopped down on the bed. Lynette watched in horror. When Howard sat up to unbutton his shirt, Olive said, "You're not wasting any time. You couldn't be a bit horny, could you?"

"I was born horny and I'll die horny. And it sure didn't help to be up there on the farm watching all those animals fuck all the time."

"Your wife didn't notice the animals fucking?" Howard tossed his shirt aside and said, "She was too busy bottle-feeding a couple of baby goats." He kicked off his shoes and socks and said, "She could be in the middle of a whorehouse on a Saturday night and not notice what was going on. How about you, Olive? You been horny since I been gone?"

Olive shrugged and smiled at the closet door. "You know me. I don't miss out. I broke in our paper boy, and while I was at it I gave a couple of girls a few sex education lessons."

Howard stopped and sighed in the middle of taking off his trousers. "This thing you have for girls makes me wonder about you. But as long as it's not my kid, you're welcome to it." He shucked off his pants and shorts, revealing a cock whose girth was as big as Lynette's wrist and whose length extended it halfway down his thigh. "How about Lynette? Have she and Betty been keeping out of trouble? And have you gotten your hot hands on Mark yet?"

Olive peeled back her negligee and Howard immediately closed his hands over her tits. She smiled and made a face at him, while a few feet away, Lynette chewed on her lip and rubbed at her pussy that had been all wet and itching since before she had entered the closet. Olive had been right in sending her out of the room. How could she possibly fuck her father? Even though she loved him, yearned for him more than for any other man in the world, it just wasn't right. And of course it was quite impossible -- him with a cock like a bull's and her with a cunt like a chicken's. But it was the very size of his cock that enticed her. As she breathlessly watched her father play with Olive's tits while Olive fondled him, his cock grew larger with his every pulse beat, and Lynette's eyes grew wider, too.

His cock seemed to grow increasingly longer, slowly standing up at a steeper and steeper angle. Lynette clutched at her stomach, feeling queasy dizzy, and still staring hard at the big, thick shaft of her father's cock with its big, bulbous knob gleaming red. Soon his cock was all she could see. The room narrowed down as if she was viewing it through a telescope. Her cunt seemed, on fire with itching as she slowly pushed open the door.

"Hello, Daddy. Can I play, too?"

"What the hell!" Howard flushed red with rage and embarrassment, snatched up his pants and covered his cock. He stammered out a scolding at Olive, who sat back laughing, and it was Olive's cool handling of him that prompted Lynette to come forward from out of the closet.

"I asked if I could play," she said, with her best smile, tugging at his hastily draped trousers.

"I'll take a paddle to you!" said her father. He raised his hand as if to strike her.

Lynette coolly stood her ground. She'd take a paddling if it meant getting closer to his cock. She stood her ground and pouted prettily at him. "I just want to play. After all," she said, as she ran her hands down over her slender, naked body, "What's the difference if we play with each other naked?"

"You know very well what the difference is," he sternly said. But she knew very well that she had him, though, by the way he was watching he fondle her sweet tits.

"You put on your clothes and march right home, and I'll attend to you later, lady," he ordered.

Lynette pouted some more. She pushed one of her hands down between her legs to toy for an eye-widening moment with her cunt, and then raised a wet, perfumed finger before her father's nose. She beckoned him with it, and his nostrils twitched as she said, "We could go play in Olive's living room."

Howard glared at Olive. Lynette made a grab for his pants, and he held onto them tighter. "Did you put her up to this, Olive?" he asked. "Was she one of those girls you seduced?"

"Does that really matter now?" Olive said with a smile.

Her father's continuing glare made Lynette change her tactics. She moved closer to Olive and slipped her hand around the woman's bare waist. She licked and tickled the corner of Olive's mouth, and said, "I'm hungry for your hot pussy, Olive." She looked down at her father's draped pants and said, "If I can't have something else to suck on, I'd sure like to suck on your cunt."

Howard dropped his pants and sat down on the edge of the bed. "My God! My own daughter -- a lesbian!"

Olive winked at Lynette, and they sat down on each side of him. While Lynette ran her hot, quaking hands over his muscular back and chest, Olive said, "Lynette could be a lesbian if you don't watch out. I don't know how it started, but we did get it on together. And she really likes pussy, Howard. She might always like it if she doesn't get a taste of cock."

Howard sat there shaking his head. Lynette sat close beside him, quaking with hottest anticipation and feeling the heat radiating out of his deflating cock. Though his cock had drooped down over his thigh, his cock gave off a heat and a scent that she couldn't resist. Before he could speak once again, she had his cock's hot length in her hand. She felt close to swooning with happiness.

He talked about what a miserable father he was. And Lynette felt his cock grow stiffer and hotter and longer in her hands.

His cock's hardness was quite incredible, and the velvety satin texture of his cock's knob was a sheer delight. But his cock's gigantic size was entirely frightening -- and entirely thrilling -- to her. Olive sat back and watched with a smile as Lynette cuddled ever closer to Howard.

"It's lots of fun to have fun with a girl," Lynette said, "but I'd like to try it with a man. And I don't know a man or a boy I'd like to do it with an better than I'd like to do it with you." He pushed her hands from his cock, and she put them right back again.

His cock was something she never wanted to let go of, for the rest of her life. "Come on, Daddy, just let me taste your cock once, just let me kiss your cock a. I know your cock's much too big to go into my old cunt, but I bet your cock would fit in my mouth."

"I just don't know what to do," Howard moaned.

"Just let me kiss your cock. Just let me suck your cock. Just let me see what it's like."

"And what the hell would I do if your mother ever found out?" Howard asked, falling back on the bed with his hands over his face.

His cock was sticking up like a totem pole, its mouth gaping open and drooling. Lynette nestled closer to his cock, puffing as she brushed its velvety, hot knob against the stiff points of her titties, glowing with grown-up feelings as she brought her lips down on her father's big cock.

He muttered a miserable groan, and to keep him right where he was, Lynette opened her mouth wide and sucked in the whole big knob of his cock. His cock filled up her mouth. She blinked her eyes in surprise at how big his cock was, then pushed down to make more of his cock in her mouth. It flavor was sublime. The sticky wetness oozing from his cock's end already had her stomach growling for more as she licked and delved with her tongue at the deep, slitted mouth.

"That's enough! Jesus Christ!" Howard muttered.

Olive brushed across his bare chest with her tits and her hands, and said, "Relax. It's not enough for her."

Lynette held his cock with both hands while she sucked and licked his cock's big end. She felt his ropey veins with her fingers, the soft underbelly that ran all along his cock's great length, while with the tip of her tongue she discovered a soft bit of fleshy membrane on his cock's underside that made her father squirm each time she tickled it.

A sudden feeling of enormous desire seized her, and she tightened her grip on his cock and sucked harder. Her father groaned deeply, and Lynette went all weak and gushy inside. His cock was the most beautiful cock in the world.

"Your cock is just what she needs," Olive said.

"I hope you're right," he said.

Lynette smiled. With pursed and nibbling lips, she licked his cock's underside, nipping along his cock's soft channel to reach his balls. His balls were huge. His balls were big, soft, hairy, and redolen with his very masculine scent as she burrowed her face in his crotch and sought for still more.

Those were the balls she had come from, years and years before, and now she was back to kiss and suck them in huge and growing excitement. Her pussy was soaking wet. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and rasping them against her father's hairy thigh made them itch all the more. Her heart was thumping loudly and her mouth was heavily watering when she moved from her father's balls and sucked in his juicy, wet cock once again.

"Jesus Christ!" Howard moaned. "And this is the first time Lynette ever sucked on a cock?"

"You should see what she does with a pussy!" said Olive.

Lynette smiled and kept sucking. Suddenly she felt both her father's hands on her head.

"Yes, baby, suck it! Beautiful big cock. So much better than a nasty old cunt to suck on. Yeah, baby, suck my cock!"

Lynette felt she was just getting the hang of this beautiful past time as she held her father's giant cock in both her hands and licked up and down, faster and faster, sucking ever more lovingly.

His cock was drooling quite heavily now, and Howard was shifting and moaning on the bed. Lynette's saliva was flowing more freely now, mixing with the wonderful flavor of fresh, hot hard cock. The more she sucked his cock, the better she liked it. She wouldn't stop sucking him for anything in the world now, though she did move her hand from his cock's sturdy, steely shaft to feel once again the soft, hairy warmth of his balls.

She sensed that her father was cumming. She could feel it down there in his balls. Her father's tone of voice was increasingly anxious as he said, "Lynette? Lynette, honey, you better quit now!"

Olive's voice had an avidly eager tone as she said, "Don't stop now, gal! The best part is yet to come!"

But it was her father's balls that had given her the real warning. His balls had pulsed and contracted in her hand. She continued to heavily suck his cock, stroking his cock with both hands now as he all but gnashed his teeth in his moanings. The great, huge bock in her mouth pulsed and throbbed even larger.

Her eyes bulged open when the first gusher of slippery, hot slickness spurt into her mouth. She barely had time to swallow this before another spurt came. She thought she would drown in it, that she would surely choke on the salty, strong syrup that spurted into her mouth once again. But then, with her cheeks all a bulge with the stuff, she gulped it right down and went right on sucking on cock.

"Suck that big cock! That's right, baby-doll! Suck my big cock and make it gush right up out of my balls!" Lynette's father was thrashing and moaning.

A huge surge of pleasure shot through Lynette's body at each new gush in her mouth. She could feel it in her brain and in her tits and in her toes. But most of all she could feel it in her cunt. She held her thighs tightly together, which made each of those heavenly surges last even longer. Now she sucked harder still, hoping that there be one more gusher of goodness remaining in the much more weakly contracting balls. Filled with joy, Lynette felt like weeping as the spasms in his balls and the strength of his syrupy spurtings diminished.

"Come here," Howard growled, and he lifted her up off his cock.

She squealed and held onto his cock with her hands as long as she could, and then slipped off of his cock's slippery, hard length. Howard pulled her onto his chest.

"Women aren't the only ones who know how to eat pussy," Howard said. He licked his lips and stuck his tongue into her tight and overflowing cunt.

"Eek! Oh! Daddy! Yes!"

His tongue was fantastic, more rapid in its fuckings than Olive's, bigger than Mark's cock.

Lynette couldn't hold still on his chest. Her father had to hold her ass firmly, and Olive had to hold her about her waist to help. Howard's flashing tongue delved everywhere at once in Lynette's tight cunt and forced every greater pleasures ripping through her.

"Oh! My goodness! Oh, Daddy! I love you!"

He sucked and kissed and licked, and Lynette's clit grew at once to the size of Olive's, while Olive actively rubbed her cunt.

"You're turning me inside out! I love it!" Lynette cried. Her hard tits were aching and tingling. She clutched her father's head as he continued to suck her and lick her and stab in her cunt with his horny, hot tongue.

The pleasures were rolling through Lynette in huge waves, crashing and surging through her in rhythmic explosions. Her father slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her higher, using his tongue like a cock, plunging it deep into her cunt.

"Daddy! Yes! Fuck me with your tongue!" Lynette squealed, twisting and turning her hot hips in his hands.

"Nnng-a-h-h-h!" she moaned. She had reached the perfection of pleasure. The waves of delight were in perfect rhythm now. She felt as if the would never stop for as long as she lived, that she'd just go on cumming and cumming forever.

"Yes-s-s-s-s!" she sighed, cumming and cumming continually, watching through a dreamy pink haze at her father sucking warmly and sweetly on the out-turned lips of her perfectly happy cunt.

"Never again with a woman," she assured him, even as his lovely kissed were dwindling and she was squirming her asshole on Olive's softly burrowing finger.

CHAPTER TEN

Howard lay sighing and smiling for some time, softly holding, his daughter as she rested upon his broad chest. She was still quite blissfully aware of the upright state of his cock, glowing warmly just below her widely parted asscheeks. The nipples of her tits had softened some against his chest, and though she was relaxing and feeling quite good, she was still sensitive enough to feel the tiny, hard points of his nipples pressing upward against her chest. She enjoyed every part of this man who was her father and her lover. They sighed and sighed together, hearts beating as one, while Olive watched proudly and a bit sadly at the closeness she had helped to create.

As Howard further relaxed from his lascivious delights, his thick, upright cock slowly dwindled and rested between Lynette's asscheeks. She wriggled and giggled softly. Olive leaned over to brush her smooth cheek against Lynette's even smoother ass, and then sucked Howard's cockknob into her mouth. His cock still tasted sweetly of his jism, and the perfume arising from Lynette's well-sucked cunt was an added delight.

"Olive," Howard said, "I don't ever know how I got mixed up with a double-gaited bisexual like you."

Olive stopped kissing Howard's cockhead, and warmly pressed half the length of his cock between Lynette's accommodating asscheeks. "If this sex-pot of yours had her way, she'd be playing stoop-tag on her brother's pecker," she said. "And it wouldn't be nearly enough for her. You ought to do her a favor and fuck her. That's what she really needs."

"Oh, no," Howard said with a feeble shake of his head. "That's something I'll never do."

Olive caressed his balls. She reached out and touched Lynette's clitoris, and said, "Better you than her brother."

"I'd skin Mark alive if he touched her."

Olive fingered his balls very sweetly and nicely, and she continued, "Better you than some long-haired hippie in the back of a Volkswagen van."

"I'd find him and kill him. I swear it!" said Howard, his powerful arms tightening about Lynette's supple back. Olive kept tickling her clit.

"Better you," Olive went on, tickling so very delightfully Lynette could scarcely hold still, "Better you, Howard than some greasy pimp with a big, flashy car and bag full of heroin in his pocket."

"Baby, baby!" Howard wailed, and a tear flowed down his cheek, as he clasped his darling daughter. "I'll take care of you for as long as I live. I'll see to it those bastards never get to you!"

"Daddy. Oh, Daddy, stay with me," she said, curling her arms about his neck and kissing his whiskered cheek, clasping her thighs about his cock and wriggling her cunt.

They clung and kissed and clasped, Howard softly rocking from side to side on Olive's bed, Lynette warmly holding onto him. She held onto him with every part of her, from her lips to her fingers, from her tits to her cunt, to her toes digging in at his ankles.

Olive caressed the knob of Howard's stiff cock and both of Lynette's tight asscheeks as she said, "I think I'd better leave you two alone for a while. I think you've got something between you that only you two can settle."

The thick shaft of her father's cock was thrilling Lynette through and through as she clung to him with her thighs. The very wet, very swollen lips of her cunt were kissing his cock as Lynette and her father clung and rocked gently together.

"I think we'd both better get up and go before this gets out of hand," Howard said.

"Can't I just play with your cock for a minute?"

"Better not," Howard warned.

"Why not?" asked his daughter. "After all, I've sucked your cock and kissed it and drunk up its goodie-good cum-cum. So why can't I play with your cock for a minute?"

"Well, maybe for a minute," Howard sighed.

Lynette kissed him jubilantly and moved down to sit on his thighs, waddling her soaking wet cunt onto the length of his cock as she did so. Now his cock stood up before her mightily. She took his cock in both her hands once again, and pulled his cock against her tummy.

"Oh, Daddy, your cock is so big! Just look! It would fit clear up to here if you'd ever put it inside me," she said, and indeed the tip of its ruddy, red cockhead reached up to her tiny navel.

Just the sight of his great, red cock being pressed to Lynette's tiny navel was enough to give Howard further pause. He shook his head gravely, and firmly said, "No way. It's time we got dressed."

"But I haven't gotten to play with your cock yet," said Lynette, and now she scooted her naked ass farther down on his hairy legs, clasping his cock, giggling and pressing it tightly against her tits.

Moving lower, she kissed and clasped his cock against her cheek, laughing and saying, "Oh, Daddy! You must have the biggest cock in the whole wide world!"

"There are bigger I'm sure," Howard said with a smile. "Though I've never really shopped around for one."

"And it's not just big. It's pretty!" said Lynette, and she sucked it into her mouth for a moment again. She enjoyed his cock's delightful male taste and felt the thick ridge under his cock-knob with her greedy tongue. "If I had a cock like this for my own, I'd never go looking for another one," she said, and she moved, her ass up on his thighs once again and hugged his hard cock to her tummy.

"You'll find one of your own soon enough," Howard said with a sigh. Now his hands move over her amazingly silken thighs, and closed on her nubile hips.

"I suppose you're right," said Lynette, still holding his cock, rocking forward and back on his thighs, feeling the heat from his balls rising straight up in her newly itching cunt. "And I know every man has a cock. Every boy, too," she went on, sighing wistfully, as if she hadn't noticed the knitting of her father's brows. "I know Markie has one. I've peeked when he's gone to the bathroom. And there's the handsomest boy who's just come to town. He drives the neatest van, and he's got hair just as long as a rock singer."

"Don't all those rock singers... use narcotics?"

"I don't know. But there's a big guy who drives a pink Cadillac, who the teens all say is on smack." Howard groaned and clasped his daughter to him. He felt the frailness of her back and the fragility of her ribs and spine. He also felt the warmth and softness of her loins as he kissed her and softly moaned, "You'd never forgive me if I fucked you."

"Oh, you wouldn't have to do it all the way," said Lynette, wriggling her glowing, wet cunt up against the thick base of his cock. "You could just sort of give my pussy a nice taste of it," she said, already feeling his cock-knob inside herself, though his cock still pressed against her bell button.

"Just a taste," Howard murmured, stroking and feeling her delicate flesh. "Perhaps just the tip of my cock," Howard went on, while his cock throbbed against her warm tummy.

"You just lay back! I'll do it!" Lynette quickly said. She kneeled astraddle her father's hard hips.

"Couldn't I help? Kitchy-koo?" he teased. He tickled her clit. Her hot hips twitched and jerked, and her cum with his cockhead strayed. Howard wisely leaned back with his hands behind his head, and watched while Lynette did the job herself.

His cockhead was a rich, ruddy red, almost identical in color to Lynette's glistening, wet cuntlips. His cock was splitting her cuntlips widely as she tried to force it inside herself. Their pubic hair was the same color, too, though his was bushy and thick at the base of his cock, and hers was a filigree of delicate threads closely nestling over her tiny cunt. Her titties, so tiny and sweet, scarcely jiggled at all, though her movements were excited and vigorous as she tried once again to force him inside her burning hot cunt.

"I figured I was just too big for you," Howard said.

"You're not! You can fit! I just know you can," Lynette insisted, feeling more and more sure of this -- or at least more and more desirous of the lovely big cock in her hands -- each time his big knob went skidding across her cunt.

Her cunt felt hugely open, as if it was yawning quite widely, though her cunt's portals remained obstinately closed. Lynette tried and tried to push his monstrously lovely cock into her cunt, fighting back team of frustration while her father lay back smiling and warning her that she'd only hurt herself. And then when his great big knob suddenly popped right up inside her, she gasped out so loudly in astonishment that Howard was sure he had hurt her.

"It's all right! It feels fine!" said Lynette, though indeed it felt as if his cock was splitting her.

Only the knob of his cock was inside her. And the big blunt ridge underneath now acted like a fishhook's barb, impaling the tight portals of her cunt in such a way that she'd never be able to climb off. Not that she wanted to try, for the stretching and splitting sensations alone were enough to make her feel like a real, live woman all over her teenaged body.

Strong as she felt in her heart, her legs were weakening so that she slipped down another inch onto his cock. The stretching sensations were better, marred only by the fact that her father no winced.

"Am I hurting you, Daddy?" she asked anxiously.

"Pain like this I'm quite able to stand."

"Mmm! Oh-h! It's beautiful!" Lynette crooned, as she trembled, lowering her widely stretched cunt down on the thick, burning hot cock up inside of her.

"I never dreamed... anything could feel so go-o-o-o-d!" she exclaimed, twisting her hips and her torso to feel still more of his cock deeper inside her.

"You'll never have another fuck like this," said her father quite proudly.

"Never, never, never, never, never!" she replied, shaking her head and her torso with her every rapidly delivered word, and feeling more and still more of his cock up inside her.

"Never, never, never, never, never!!!" she exclaimed, and she at last settled down with her delicate hair on his bush, and with the stout knob of his cock being lovingly kissed by that wonderful place in her tummy.

"Oo-o-oh. A-a-a-a-h. Feels so good!" said Lynette, rocking back and forth on his cock, swaying from side to side, massaging every part of his cock just as it massaged all of her cunt.

She felt glorious all over. Her fine bod felt so very good that she had to touch herself. Howard, seeing this, helped her all he could. He squeezed her knees, and Lynette shivered and moaned through a lovely orgasm. She raised her arms and felt more orgasms as he touched her tits.

With her arms up like that, her tits seemed flattened against her chest. But her tits were still very soft to his touch, and her nipples turned upward, pink and prominent, quite ripe for the ripping good orgasms that now flowed from her knees to her tits. Howard massaged her anus and started more orgasms. He fondled her tits and her hips and her knees, and started new orgasms flowing again with new vigor. He had her cumming all over her tender body as she rocked back and forth on his wonderful cock and kept it all going inside.

She knew very well she wasn't fucking him right. It should be up and down, not forward and back. She had the wild and fearful notion that she might flex the base of his cock and break it, but still she couldn't stop her rocking. It was doing some nice things to him.

"Tight," Howard murmured, shifting on the bed and pushing up closer against her. "Really tight," he said. He drew back his cock a scant inch for some comfort and pushed it inside once again, an both of them looked at each other in wonder.

Lynette found she could move, up and down once again. She moved her hips up and down with increasing delight, a delight that he shared by moving up and down with her.

"Oh, Daddy! Your cock is so hot! It's so hard! Your cock's so big!" she exclaimed through her panting and gasping.

"Your cunt's so tight! You're so hot! You're so sweet! Oh, Lynette!" he said back to her. And then suddenly he was on top of her, fucking her hard and fast and cumming like crazy.

As small as she was and as heavy as he was on top of her, Lynette was showing amazing agility. She couldn't hold still. She could very distinctly feel each one of her father's heavy ejaculations, and each one of these drove her, entire body into a frenzy to feel just one more.

She was like a wild thing underneath him. She wriggled and squirmed in his clasping arms for just one more of his orgasms, for just one more kiss from his cock on her secret spot -- and then for one more after that. She could no longer utter a groan or a moan. She hadn't the strength for that left. But she did have the strength to cling everywhere to him and hump like a fiend at his pistoning cock till his balls were all empty and he sighed a long sigh for the two of them.

At last he said, "I don't want to take my cock out of you."

"I don't think you can," she said.

He hugged her. She in turn squeezed his cock with her cunt, bringing forth some last droplets of syrupy jism that Howard did not know existed in him.

And with those last droplets of jism, Howard felt himself going soft. Not as soft as the cunt of his daughter, for no cunt in creation could be any softer than that, but just soft enough that his cock might slip out of her, and this his cock did as they clung to each other and sighed.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"I might never fuck again," Howard said with a happy sigh. "This has all been so very beautiful that I might never fuck anyone else again ever."

"As long as you do it to me again," Lynette said, running her dainty finger through the tendrils of hair on his chest.

"Oh, I suppose I will. After all, you're a very hard woman to resist."

"I do feel like a woman now. All over! Even up here in my tits! We really ought to go and thank Olive for this."

They helped each other up off the bed. Lynett felt very weak in the knees, but she felt giggly good about that. They went into Olive Cook's bathroom, where Lynette washed her pussy and helped her father wash his lovely big cock. His cock seemed to be fast asleep now. Whereas only minutes before his cock's big, ruddy knob was all shiny with its blood red tautness, now his cock was rose pink in color and lined with tiny wrinkles, as if it had aged a great deal in a very short time.

Howard told Lynette not to worry about it. He said that while he wasn't as he used to be, he still had an erection or two inside him. She dried off his cock and balls, he dusted her glowing, warm body with Olive Cook's fragrant powder, and hand in hand they went in search of their hostess. They heard her voice when they were halfway down her hallway.

"Oh! Stick it in me! What a beautiful, big, hard cock! Fuck-fuck! Darling, isn't it wonderful! What a beautiful pair we make!"

Discretion would have turned Lynette and Howard back, but they knew from personal experience that Olive was a bit of an exhibitionist. And both of them were curious to know what man or boy Olive was getting it on with in her living mom. They tiptoed toward the room to take a peek. They were not prepared for what they saw.

Olive Cook was seated on her living room floo with her knees drawn up and her arms back behind her. She was wearing black nylon hose and her black lace brassiere, the one that was so brief that it barely concealed her big, heavily jigging tits. Her black-haired cunt was bare, and it was being filled and refilled with a cock that was human in only its shape and the driving force behind it. The other end of that long, white plastic dildo passed through a hole cut in the crotch of a pair of Olive's black lace panties and continued on into the cunt of Lynette's cousin Betty.

Betty was seated on the floor in exactly the same position as Olive. Her knees were up high, her legs were entangled with those of the older woman, and her arms behind her braced her, as her panty-clad ass squirmed back and forth on the carpeted floor. She had an expression of deep rapture on her clear face. Her tits were bare, and those high set, apple round tits were jiggling with each of her humping actions at the double-ended dildo that connected her cunt with that of Olive Cook.

And now, as Lynette and her father looked on in horror, Olive reached up and pinched one of Betty's bright pink nipples. With a moan that came up from her gut, Betty writhed her hips more frantically on the carpet, driving the wet, gleaming dildo still deeper into both of their cunts. Sh kissed Olive's hand and then placed it back on her tits.

Olive grinned crookedly and continued to pinch and pull at the girl's nipples, plucking orgasms from a ripe, garden of sex. The light film of perspiration on Olive's tanned body made her seem exotically witch-like as she squirmed her soft ass on the floor.

"Good God!" Howard whispered, clasping Lynette's hand more tightly. "Have you ever seen such a monstrous thing in your life?"

"No," said Lynette, as she reached down and closed her hand around Howard's cock.

Betty's fine, white teeth were showing in a grimace of agonized ecstasy as Olive's practiced pelvic action kept their emotions at a fever pitch. Olive's pinches were cruel now, leaving red marks on Betty's pink-flushed body, and each of them brought forth a sharp gasp from the orgasming girl and made her push harder at the dildo in her cunt. Now Olive reached down between them and took a firm hold on the slippery wet shaft and began pistoning it in and out of their two cunts. Her end was large enough that it pulled down her overly large clitoris at each of its firm insertions, and the end that was in Betty's cunt was no smaller. The more vigorous action of the double-ended dildo caused Betty to writhe her body in every direction and almost wail with the heavy orgasms ripping through her.

"Yes!" said Olive, through tightly clenched teeth. "Beautiful, isn't it? And it never goes soft! Just think of it, darling, a big, fat cock that never goes soft and can never ever get you into trouble. And it'll be right here, girl, any time you feel like you want it. Do you like it? Do you? Isn't it better than any cock you can ever think of?"

"Yes! I love it! I love your cock!" Betty wailed, and Olive laughed and continued to work the thing between them.

"I think I might get sick," Howard said, still agape at the wholly unnatural scene before them.

His cock was already fully erect in Lynette's hand, and she stroked and worked his cock as she said, "Yes. Someone should really do something to help her."

Olive was cumming with Betty now, and as the waves of great pleasure broke over her, she spoke to the writhing girl in compelling tones. "Pretty lingerie. Lovely dildos. Cunt-sucking. Big, fat tits. All these things and more are all yours, girl, if you'll be my special darling. And parties. Parties like this, and very special parties when you bring new boys and girls to visit me. I'll teach you all about sex. I'll teach you all there is to know, and I'll be the one to give your red, hot cunt all the cock it will ever need."

"Yes! I love you! I love you!" Betty cried, and reached toward Olive's big, flopping tits as the plastic cock continued to work in her cunt.

"I'd like to strangle that God-dammed woman!" Howard muttered.

"This would sure do it," said Lynette, still stroking his thick, stiff cock. "But I think it's something Betty needs more than Olive."

"Huh?"

"I know what a suck on your cock did for me. Whew! Do you know, I was thinking about being Olive's special girlfriend before you let me suck on your cock. Of course, Betty wouldn't just grab it and suck it now. You'd sort of have to talk her into it. But once she got a real good taste of your cock, Daddy, I don't think that plastic cock of Olive's would do a whole lot for her."

Howard sighed and said, "I think you're right." He kissed Lynette and moved forward to the two fucking women on the floor.

Both Olive and Betty had noticed their small audience, but both had been too preoccupied to acknowledge their presence. Now they were forced to, as Howard bent down and yanked Olive away from Betty, leaving Betty still impaled on the dildo. Olive shouted angrily at him as he dragged her to her feet and slapped her, sending Olive staggering off to sprawl over her big easy chair. Betty scarcely noticed her absence, for she had taken the unused end of the dildo in her hands and was working it in and out of her cunt with even more vigor. Howard pulled the dildo out, and Betty shouted at him. He threw the long dildo at Olive, grabbed Betty by the hair, and forced his big cock into her angrily spluttering mouth.

"Suck on that big sonofabitch!" he commanded. "And keep right on sucking my cock till I tell you to quit! By God, I'll teach you to fool around with a dammed lesbian!"

Perhaps it was his threatening tone, perhaps it was his big, thick cock, but Betty responded. With her uncle's very large cockhead quite deep in her mouth, she moved about until she was kneeling and still sucking lasciviously on his cock. She looked quite beautiful there, her long blonde hair in disarray about her sunken-cheeked face, her hands grasping his cockshaft. Her tits were very firm and hard-nippled as she thrust forward. Olive's black panties fit Betty quite, well, and a glimpse of her blonde and pink cunt could be seen through the strategically placed hole in her crotch. Betty sucked harder on Howard's big cock, clutching his hard loins with both hands now. Lynette slipped past them to see how Olive was doing.

Olive was kneeling and peeping rather fearfully from around the chair. "I didn't think he'd be so mad," she said to Lynette. "I thought he'd get a kick out of it."

"He's getting his kicks now. So is Betty. Did Daddy hurt you?"

Olive rubbed her forehead and said, "He hit me right in the head."

Lynette kissed her forehead and said, "Poor baby. And did your pretty ass get all sun-burned? Sit still while I take a peek."

Lynette crouched down behind the chair to examine Olive's big, naked, lovely ass. Sure enough, her ass was covered with red marks. Lynette massaged and kissed Olive's ass. Then, hearing Betty crying out, Lynette crawled from behind the chair to watch, and she cautioned Olive to stay with her.

Howard had pulled Betty to her feet and was kissing her passionately. Her toes barely touched the ground. His kiss-wetted cock was so grand that it now rose up between Betty's legs, its ruddy, red knob appearing from between Betty's wriggling asscheeks.

"They're going to fuck!" Lynette whispered to Olive, as the woman and girl looked over the back of the big chair.

Olive tried to embrace her, but Lynette pushe her away. "I want to watch," said Lynette. "And if you want some more sex, there's always this dildo." With that Lynette picked up the double-ended dildo from the floor and handed it to Olive. Then Lynette stood up and leaned forward over the back of the chair to see all she possibly could. And when she felt Olive's mouth at her cunt, she spread her legs slightly.

Howard grabbed Betty's plump round ass as they kissed, and still the deep kiss lingered on as he lifted her off her feet. Up she came, with her legs clasping around his, and with his big red cockhead disappearing from between her buttocks and ending up between their squirming bellies. By then Betty's legs were clasping his waist, and by then Olive's tongue was doing its best on Lynette's growing clitoris.

Howard lifted Betty still higher, till their panting kisses stopped and the full length of his magnificently big cock was pointing upward at Betty's panty-clad ass. She continued to cling to him, panting and gasping, while he reached down and grabbed his cock.

He probed with his cock for the hole in her panties. She squirmed to help with the probing. "Oh, no! It's too big!" Betty said, when the knob of his cock found her cunt in her borrowed panties.

Lynette bent down and kissed Olive and whispered, "She thinks it's too big, but it isn't. It's not much bigger than that dildo right there by your knee."

Betty's cries of anguish greeted Lynette when she straightened up once again. Her father had fully half of his cock up inside Betty's tight cunt. He still held her hard by the asscheeks, and now he was flexing his knees in a tempo whose every beat pushed his cock up further in Betty's near-virginal cunt. The fit was so tight that it was dragging frayed black nylon lace along with it. Howard kept flexing his knees and bouncing Betty up and down to feed still more of his cock into her jam-packed cunt. Lynette, half in sympathy, half in envy, parted her legs a bit wider as she felt Olive's dildo in search of her juicy, hot cunt.

"No mor-r-re!" Betty cried, when his whole cock was inside her, and his curly red pubic hair was tight up against her panty-clad cunt. He braced himself firmly and rhythmically flexed his knees.

"OH! OH! OH! YES! NO! OH!" Betty, with her hair flying about her tossing head, shouted out at each new upward plunge of Howard's big, lovely cock. With a grin of satisfaction on his handsome face, Howard continued to fuck straight up into her cunt as be held her firmly by the ass. And Lynette giggled and squirmed as she watched the pair before her, and felt Olive's dildo smoothly invade her slick cunt.

Howard's muscles rippled as he fucked his teenaged niece. Sweat broke out on his forehead and love juice gleamed on his pubic hair as he drove his big cock into her tight cunt with a relentless precision that had Betty in a frenzy of wildest passion. It was really too much for her in her inexperience. It was a fuck she would never forget, but one which she couldn't quite keep up with. One leg and then the other slipped from around Howard's sweat-slickened waist. Still Howard held her firmly by the ass as he drove his cock up into her, making her legs jerk like those of a marionette as he fucked her relentlessly.

It was inspiring to watch, and as Lynette did so she exclaimed, "Oooooo! Ooooo-o-o!" Olive continued to screw and rotate and work the long dildo in and out of Lynette's cunt.

Even a vigorous man like Howard couldn't keep up his strenuous pumping action forever. He leaned against the wall, and staggered forward with his heavily orgasming burden. Betty shrieked and came again when her back slammed against the wall. Still he kept fucking her, cumming himself by then, with his legs slowly failing him and his cock still pushing up hard. Betty was quite limp, except for her rhythmically changing expression, showing the beautiful orgasms still coursing through her body.

Kneeling down, Howard was still raggedly fucking Betty. And now Betty's ass touched the floor, and Howard's cock remained deep in her cunt as he rolled her over on top of her and let his arms fall out to his sides.

Lynette sighed and felt like weeping, for it had been a lovely sight to behold. She reached down and pulled the dildo out of her cunt and went to her father's side. There she bent over him and kissed his faintly smiling mouth, and said, "Daddy, I'm sure glad you came home."

THE END

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