Chapter 2
Carol, Jim's sister, was sixteen years old. All of two years older than him, and although she could understand why her kid brother wasn't allowed to stay out past nine thirty in the evening, she couldn't understand why a big girl like her was saddled with the same restriction. All the sixteen year old boys that she knew were allowed to stay out much later, but about the only answer that she could get when she queried her parents about it was that in itself was a good enough reason. If the boys wanted to get in trouble, let them, but the parents had no intentions of letting them get their daughter in trouble. In fact they worried anyway until she was safely in the house each night.
Well, actually, it didn't bother Carol that much, because from the time she finished her homework at about six thirty until she had to be in at nine thirty, there was ample time to do what she wanted to do. She would have enjoyed another hour or so of fun, but she could make do with what she had. And she had it down to a pretty good routine. There were six boys in the sixteen and seventeen year old range that lived in her neighborhood, and every evening two of the boys and Carol would disappear from the block.
There was nothing suspicious about that, because Carol also had several girl friends living close by, and it could be assumed that she was visiting one or the other of them. And there was nothing unusual about a couple of the boys wandering off somewhere for the evening. So far, nobody had made any connection between Carol's disappearance and the fact that two boys dropped from sight for a couple of hours. Even though Carl would still be gone the following night, the two boys could be seen around, but two other boys would be gone. The situation changed every day.
The only thing the boys weren't too keen about, was that their turn only came up every three days, while Carol had her turn every day, but then they figured they were lucky to be having a turn at all, since none of the other girls around there would give them what they wanted like Carol would. And Carol was really something. She never seemed to tire of it. When the evening was over, the boys would have to almost drag themselves home, while Carol still seemed as fresh as a daisy. Sometimes it would take them a couple of days to get back in shape for their next meeting.
None of them were aware of it, but the place that they had chosen for their nightly rendezvous was almost the same spot that Jim and Phil and Aggie and Ellen used during the day. It was almost as if Jim's sister and her boyfriends were working the second shift. If only those trees could talk.
And the boys were right when they figured that Carol never seemed to tire of it. She was a nymphomaniac if there ever was one, and one boy just didn't seem to satisfy her. If she could have figured out a way to comfortably take on three at a time, she would have eagerly done it. She didn't give up hope though. She knew that there had to be a way to do it, and one of these days she would figure it out. Not that she hadn't tried, of course, but it was just that she could never get into standing up and having one boy fuck her in the ass while the other fucked her in the cunt, with another boy meanwhile standing on a box so that she could reach his dick to suck on it.
That didn't work too well, as the boy that was in front of her fucking her cunt was in the way of the boy that she was sucking and he would have to duck his head to one side while she ate the dick over his shoulder. The boys didn't care for it that way either. She tried laying down on top of one boy with his dick in her cunt while another boy put it up her ass from the rear, and although it was alright as far as that went, it was still hard to get the third dick in her mouth. The boy that she was on top of complained because as she sucked the dick right over his face, he would wind up with the drippings all over his nose.
After several abortive attempts at this, they decided to cut down to two at a time, and although she would have liked to have kept trying, she had to admit that it worked out much better in the long run. So this night, she was pleased to see that the boys were already waiting for her as she made her way into the deepest part of the woods. Nobody ever came out there, so they weren't particularly concerned about getting caught. Of course, there could always be a first time, but they didn't let that worry them, and as Carol stripped herself naked, the two boys took off their pants, and she was even more pleased to see that they were both all ready to go.
They didn't bother with any preliminaries, as two boys trying to love up the same girl only got in each other's way, and besides, Carol wasn't interested in the smooching part anyway. She was always ready to get right down to business, and that was just fine with the boys. She was a beautiful hunk of flesh, and they couldn't wait to get their dicks in her. Once she had relieved them of their initial passion, they knew there would be plenty of time for leisurely fooling around while her hot body whipped them back into shape again.
The first act had become pretty much of a routine. One of the boys would lay down on his back in the grass and she would get down on her elbows and knees between his outstretched legs while the other boy kneeled down behind her, and as she felt his fingers digging around the lower part of her ass searching out her pussy hole, her mouth would open and engulf the hard meat that stood at attention before it. In just a matter of seconds, her body would be in her glory. As one cock pumped in and out of her burning vagina, her head would go up and down in rhythm with it forcing the other cock in and out of her throat.
Although they had no idea in the world about the way that Carol was carrying on outside the house, her brother Jim and her mother and father were more or less indirectly the cause of her present nymphomania. Up until about two years ago, Carol had little or no interest in sex. She hung around mostly with her girl friends, and they as well as she had been brought up under rather tight control. They had little or no exposure to sex. Of course there were the little giggles now and then over some little private joke that they thought was naughty, but they made no attempts to do any experimenting.
They liked boys alright, but not in a sexual way. To them, boys were only girls that wore pants instead of dresses, and they gave little if any thought as to what was inside the pants. Then one day, when she was about fourteen and her brother was about twelve, she accidentally came upon him performing an act on himself that not only surprised her, but intrigued her no end. He was in the basement sitting on an old settee, and evidently thought that there was no one else in the house. But Carol had come in unheard and wanted to get something out of the basement. The basement door was in the kitchen, and a short flight of steps led from it down into the basement itself. As she opened the door, she looked down over the rail. There below her was a sight that she would never forget.
Her brother was sitting almost on the edge of the seat and leaning way back against the back of it with his legs stretched out almost full length so that only his heels were on the floor. His pants and underpants were pushed down around his ankles, and his shirt was pulled up around his chest, and in one hand he was holding what she knew that boys had, and had heard about but had never seen. It was a long, round piece of meat with an even rounder, redder top on it. The other hand was down between his legs as if he was holding something right under the meat stick.
She was looking down at him from the top, and the way he was sitting, it was almost as if he was laying out flat. She could only see the top of his head as his eyes were apparently glued on the action that was taking place between his legs, and he had no idea that he had an audience. She watched fascinated as his hand moved up and down like a piston, and the shiny red head popped in and out of his fist faster and faster with each stroke. In just a couple of minutes, he seemed to hunch over his fist until the top of his head almost cut it off from her view, and then all of a sudden he stood up and gave a couple more fast jerks and she saw a stream of white liquid pour out of it and land on the floor a couple of feet away from him. The first long stream lasted only a second, but as he kept pulling on it, several shorter bursts shot out of it leaving a trail of wet spots on the floor where it had first landed all the way back to his feet.
She had become so fascinated that she had to rouse herself back to reality in order to close the door and get away before he spied her. She tiptoed up to her room and listened breathlessly from behind her door to see what he would do next. She was hoping that he would go out, because she wanted to go down and take a look at the stuff he had spilled on the floor. She was just hoping that he wouldn't wipe it up. And in only a couple of minutes she had her wish. She heard the front door open and close, she ran to the front window upstairs and looked out to make sure that it was him leaving and not somebody else coming in. When she saw him walking down the street, she made her dash for the basement.
Sure enough, there on the shiny linoleum was the stream of even shinier spots that she had watched him pump out of his body. Some of the smaller ones were already dried, but the biggest spot, where the major stream had first splashed down was still wet and looked like drops of sort of weak milk had been spilled there. She got down on her hand and knees and ran her finger through it and lifted it to her nose to smell it. There was no odor that she could detect, so she put her finger down on the floor again and rubbed it through the biggest spots gathering all she could on it, then brought it back up again to her mouth and tentatively licked it with her tongue. There wasn't much of a taste of it, except that it seemed a bit oily, so she put her finger in her mouth and closed her lips around it and drew it out. It wasn't bad at all. She scraped up all the rest of it that she could and put that in her mouth also, then ran back up the stairs and up to her room and shut the door behind her.
The whole little adventure was beginning to catch up to her, and she needed to do something about it. Only he made sure that no one was going to see her. She locked the door and hung a cloth over the knob to even cover the keyhole, then she reached quickly up under her dress and pulled her panties down and slipped them off over her feet. This was nothing new to her. Even though she had never been that much interested in sex, she was interested in her own body and had found the means of getting some enjoyment out of it. As she grew older she found that she was getting even more enjoyment out of it, but even as she played with her pussy, she really had no sexy thoughts in her mind. She was simply giving her feelings a little treat.
But this time it was different. She had something to think about this time, and the more she thought about it, the more eager she was to get at herself. She laid back on the bed and pulled her knees up and spread her legs as wide as she could and dug her fingers directly into the already wet pussy. She had tried to put her finger into the little hole before, but it had hurt her so much that she had abandoned the idea and concentrated on the little piece of meat that stood out from the top of her crack. It was what gave her the most pleasure anyway, especially when she pulled the skin back and rubbed her wet finger gently over the hard little knob.
But this time, that seemed to be a little too tame for her, and she wanted more. Oh, she knew what that little hole was for alright. She was not that ignorant about sex, and she knew that what the boys possessed was designed specifically to go into that hole, but she had never seen what the boys possessed before, and it didn't make too much of an impression on her. However, now she had not only seen it, and seen the baby-making juice come out of it, but she had also tasted that juice, and she ran her tongue over her lips again trying to recall the taste as she placed the tip of her middle finger against the opening of her vagina and started to press it slowly in. Hurt or not, the heat in her belly made her determined to make at least some headway this time.
Although she did better than she had ever done before, and managed to get just about half of her finger in, she was still obliged to finally give it up as a bad job. The pain was beginning to dissipate the wonderful sensation in her groin, and she didn't want that to happen as she still retained the picture of the big spitting cock in her mind. She removed her finger and returned her attention to her clit, and as she worked the loose skin back and forth the picture of her brother jerking off became even more vivid and she was imagining that her clitoris was a miniature cock and she was jerking herself off.
She managed to satisfactorily remove the urgency from her belly, and as she laid back across the bed and relaxed and caught her breath, she knew that this was not going to be the end of it. She was definitely interested now, and whether he knew it or not, her brother was going to have to shadow following him around. She would move about the house as light as a feather and as sneaky as an eel, and her eyes would be alert for anything to be seen and her ears would be keen for anything interesting that they might pick up. With another juicy little tidbit like that on her mind, she might even get her finger all the way in next time.
And for the next few days her feet were like soft velvet walking on clouds as she moved about the house, and her eyes were clear and wide and her ears were sharp and her persistence finally paid off. Only this time, it wasn't her brother who fell victim to her sneakiness, it was her mother and father. And it was even better than the last time. It happened almost by accident, but when it did happen, she wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. They would be the most-likely ones to give her a lesson in sex, wouldn't they? After all, they didn't just suddenly stop having anything to do with each other after they had produced a couple of kids. Most-likely they were doing something every night. They did sleep together. She had stumbled onto a goldmine.
It was almost midnight, and as she lay el in bed half asleep, she couldn't hear a sound in the house. She had been asleep herself, but her bladder had woke her up insisting that she empty it. Finding that it would give her no peace if she tried to ignore it, she reluctantly got out of bed and made her way down the hall past her brother's room and her parent's room and into the bathroom. Even if she hadn't gotten used to deliberately walking around silently, she would have done it at that time of the night anyway. She didn't even flush the toilet when she was finished pissing for fear of waking someone up.
She was tiptoeing slowly and quietly back to her room, and as she was passing the closed door of her parents' room, her keen ears picked up an unfamiliar sound. She told herself that it was just her father or mother letting out a little grunt as they turned over in their sleep, and she started on her way again when the sound was repeated. She backed up silently and put her ear to the door and listened closely. The sound came again, and although she now recognized it as a grunt, it was definitely not a sleepy, unconscious grunt.
She stooped down and put her eye to the keyhole, hoping that they hadn't taken a page from her book and put something over it. She sighed to herself. They hadn't. The big double bed was against the wall on the opposite side of the room from the door and she could see it pretty well. The only trouble was that the room was a bit too dim to make out details very clearly. The only light they had on was the small night light at the head of the bed, but once her eye got accustomed to the dimness, she could make out what was going on alright.
Her father was laying on his back and he had his pajamas shirt pulled up and the pants pushed down around his knees. Her mother was laying on the other side of him with her bottom up near his shoulders and her legs sort of curled underneath her and she was leaning across his body. Her head was right above his crotch, and from the way it was bobbing up and down, it was quite obvious to Carol what she was doing. And the reason for the grunts was quite obvious now too. She was sucking him off for all she was worth, and he was enjoying the hell out of it.
She moved her eye around in front of the keyhole and blinked a couple of times until she had it focused as best she could, and presently she could see her father's big cock as the mouth slid up and down on it. She got a pretty good look as the lips approached the top, concealing only the head, and she could see that it was at least twice the size of her brother's. And then her eye almost popped through the keyhole as she watched her mother's lips ride rapidly back down the huge shaft until they touched the hair at the base of it. She knew that enormous meat must have gone all the way down her throat, and she wondered how she could do it without choking. But she figured that the throat must be like the vagina, the more it was used, the bigger it would get. She knew that tonight, her vagina was definitely going to get bigger.
After a few more minutes she saw her father arch his back as if he was trying to thrust it even deeper into her mother's throat, and even though he appeared to be trying to stifle it, he let out the loudest grunt yet. Her mother sat up and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, and Carol figured that she had taken in a whole load of that milky man-juice. She wondered how it tasted coming directly from the body. She knew that the action was over now, and she better get back to her room before one of them came out to go to the bathroom, and as she silently closed her door behind her, she vowed that it wouldn't be long before she got a first-hand taste of that stuff herself.
She climbed into bed and reached down under the blankets and pushed her pajama pants down and started to work her finger into her hole again. This time it slipped in a little easier and she got it almost up to the second knuckle before it started hurting too badly, but she was determined that tonight she was not going to use her clit, she was going to get that finger in all the way if it killed her. And even from two rooms away, her parents could hear a little muffled scream. But not hearing anything else, they decided that it was just one of the kids having a bad dream, and they rolled over and went to sleep. Carol had finally did it.
Over the next few months, she pulled her same sneak act many times and learned quite a bit more about sex. The keyhole became like a television screen that showed nothing but dirty movies, and she was truly amazed at the many ways that the sex act could be performed, and obviously how much pleasure could be derived from each and every way. Her parents were experts at it, and they had no idea how well they were instructing their daughter. And also, over those months she had kept at her little hole until it was no longer so little, and eventually she could get two and then three fingers all the way into it without it hurting if she squeezed them together tight enough. Soon she felt that she was ready for the real thing.
And that wasn't too hard to arrange either. She was a pretty girl and she knew it, and she was well aware of the way the boys looked at her. Especially the boys around her own age right on her block. She had to keep making all kinds of excuses every time they invited her to take a walk in the woods with them to pick flowers or something. She knew that it wasn't the flowers they were after, it was the or something. But now she was ready. Not only ready, but also raring, and the next time she received an invitation, she would have no excuse not to go. She couldn't wait to see the look on the face of the boy that asked her the next time. She was only afraid that her eagerness might scare him off. They were so used to being rebuffed, that it might come as something of a shock.
But that was over a year and a half ago, and any shock that the boys might have had, had worn off a long time ago. Where she had started with only one, she had soon graduated to six. For the time being, that was enough for her, and she had made it known to them in a very certain manner that if her willingness got any further than them, if any of them opened their mouth, their pussy ration would be cut off immediately. She had nothing to worry about. None of them were about to mess up a deal like this.
It was a good thing for the boy that she was eating that he came rather quickly, as the cock that was massaging her deepest insides was setting her guts on fire, and when she did have her orgasm, it would be a toss-up as to whether she would open her mouth to yell, or bite down on the meat in her mouth. She enjoyed her orgasms so much that she herself could not predict what she was going to do. She just let herself go. And the load of come hadn't gone down her throat yet as the boy in the rear shoved his hard-on into her roughly and emptied himself and triggered the explosion inside of her and she opened her mouth and let out a long passionate groan that forced the come from her throat and sprayed it back all over the boy's crotch.
As the two boys stood up and wiped themselves off with their handkerchiefs, Carol remained kneeling on the ground, her face buried in her hands down on the grass and her ass sticking up in the air, and the boy standing behind her could see the proof of completion, a liquidy mixture of his come and her come, running out of the crack of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs. When he was finished cleaning his dick off, he reached down between her legs with the handkerchief and wiped her thighs off and then rubbed the cloth over the length of her pussy and when he touched the still tender flesh it made her jump and she quickly rose to her feet.
She looked at the boys and smiled a satisfied smile. Not that she was actually satisfied yet, but she was just pleased to see that both dicks still appeared to be in working order. They were not exactly rigidly hard, but they were hard enough to remain standing out and make themselves known. She knew it would take a little more work to get them back to their previous rigidity, but she also knew that she was capable of doing it, and was all ready to get started.
She sat down on the cool, soft grass and patted the ground on each side of her inviting them to join her, which they eagerly did. This one of her favorite positions when they were working themselves up for another round, and they knew just what was going to happen and what they were supposed to do. One of them put his arm around her shoulder and the other put his arm around the lower part of her back. Each of the free hands grabbed hold of a tittie and squeezed and fondled it and manipulated the nipple until it stood out straight and hard like a miniature cock. Meanwhile, her own hands were working busily. She had a pair of balls in each one, and was gently working the hard meaty eggs around the slippery inside of the meaty sack.
She had learned a long time ago, that during this play period, or intermission, it was better to bring them back into the mood by fondling their balls. She had started off by playing with their cocks, but more often than not, she had found herself with a handful of cream and had to start all over again. She liked the feel of the balls anyway, and it worked just as well in bringing the cocks back up. She paused in her erotic fondling only occasionally to test the rigidity of the two rapidly hardening cocks, and when she had determined that the shafts were large and tense enough, she tested the heads with her fingers. When they were swelled to a shiny smoothness, she knew it was time to get started. She didn't want them to be too far on their way before they got them into her.
When she stood up, they stood up with her and waited to see what was coming next. They knew just about all of her favorite positions, but they never knew what she had in her mind. It didn't make any difference anyway, because they knew that no matter what she was thinking of, they were both going to get their dicks in her again, and that was all that mattered. When she bent over and spread the cheeks of her ass, they immediately got the idea. She wanted them to make a sandwich out of her. One boy would stick his cock up her asshole, and when it was all the way in she would straighten up and the other boy would stand in front of her and stick his cock up her cunt. It was one of their favorite positions too, and they fought to see who would get that tight little asshole.
When they were both sufficiently into her and about ready to start, the boy in back put his arms around her chest and cupped one breast in each hand and squeezed her to him. The one in front placed his hands lower on her hips, and as he also squeezed, the pressure from his hands spread the cheeks of her ass just enough to give the one in back a little more leeway for action. She had her arms around the one in front, and when he felt her exerting pressure on him he knew that she was all set and ready to go.
Both boys pulled it out and rammed it back in at the same time, and the motion lifted her up until she was standing on her toes. When they withdrew again, she landed back down flat on her feet, and for the next few minutes the up and down movements made her look somewhat like she was bouncing on a pogo stick. She squealed with delight. Both cocks were so big and hard now, and so close together in the holes that were barely a couple of inches apart, that inside of her it felt as if they were rubbing together. They filled up the entire lower part of her body, and even seemed to be pressing right up into her stomach. She closed her eyes and moaned. She was now in a delicious world of pure pleasure and passion.
The hotter the boys got, the harder they dug into her and the inward and upward thrusts made her feel as if she was flying miles into the air on a cloud made of soft warm flesh. Showers of hot sparks permeated every corner of her body and seemed to be exploding in brilliant white flashes behind her tight shut eyes. The long, hard meat that penetrated to the depths of her bowels made her feel as if she had to shit, and she knew that in just a moment the fat sausage that was penetrating her cunt was going to cause her to release a flood of come even greater than the one she had just let go. The boy in front of her felt her breathing so hard in his ear that it was heating up his eardrum, and he twisted his head to one side to avoid the piercing scream that he figured was due to come at any time now.
And he moved just in time. Everything in her body seemed to let go on her at the same time. But neither of the boys was finished yet, and as they kept plugging away it just prolonged and heightened her orgasm and she kept screaming and shrieking and if anybody had been within hearing distance, they would be sure that some poor girl was being raped and murdered. She let out a final shriek as she felt the two streams of hot liquid pouring into her body, and then her own body just suddenly relaxed and she had no control over it.
When the boys pulled their cocks out of her, she just sort of squatted down and let nature take it's course. They watched fascinated as she remained in a sort of half sitting position with her knees spread apart and she shit and pissed at the same time. Her whole insides seemed to be pouring out from between her legs as a mixture of shit and come came out of one hole while another more liquid mixture of piss and come came out of the other. She was not even embarrassed when she regained her senses enough to realize that the boys were staring at her. She only felt an immense feeling of relief, and she gratefully accepted the two already soaked handkerchiefs that the boys handed to her and cleaned herself off as best she could.
The best part was over now, and they all knew it. Carol had her ultimate thrill, and although it wouldn't be long before she would be ready for more, the boys would be in no condition for quite awhile. They all got dressed, but they weren't ready to leave their little hide-a-way just yet. It was still early, and Carol didn't want to go home before the regular time of nine thirty. The boys were allowed to stay out even later, so they were in no hurry at all. Maybe they were all temporarily fucked out, but that didn't mean there was nothing to do. Even with her clothes on, it was fun feeling up that pretty female body, and sometimes it was even more fun than when she was nude.
Somehow it seemed even more sexy to be able to reach up under a girl's dress and feel her thighs and ass and stick a finger or two up her pussy, or to put a hand inside her blouse and play with her titties. And Carol was not averse to reaching inside a boy's fly and taking out the meat that was now soft and chubby and cuddly and enjoying the feel of it as she gently squeezed it in her hand. And at the time like this when most of the heat of passion had been drained from all the bodies, she liked to just take the little meat in her mouth and sort of dreamily suck it and chew it like it was a live pacifier. She only wished that she had a cute little one like that to suck on as she went to sleep at night. She was sure she would sleep much better.
They lay around in the grass feeling each other and relishing the idea of having this pretty girl sucking on them and fondling and kissing their balls, and just about the time that she was beginning to rouse them again, their time had run out. It was nine o'clock, and she had to leave there no later than nine fifteen in order to get home on time. But she was reluctant to leave those two hardening cocks in that condition, and she wondered if she would be able to suck both of them off in just fifteen minutes. Ordinarily it would be easy enough to do, but the fact that they had just shot two loads each might make it a little difficult. Anyway, she decided to give it a try, and the boy's faces lit up as she crouched between the legs of one of them and went to work on him.
She worked fast, taking the entire meat into her throat right away, and her head bobbed up and down so fat that she didn't have time to take a breath on the upstroke. It worked wonders though, and about the third time it entered her throat it was so big and hard that it filled her mouth and pipes to capacity. In only a couple of minutes she was drawing out the last drops that the tired balls could offer up, and as she looked over at the other boy, she saw that he was all ready and would need little if any preparation.
She walked reluctantly in the door at just a couple of minutes before nine thirty, and her relieved parents let out a sigh of relief to see that once more she had made it home safe and sound. And Carol spoke very few words before going up to bed because she was afraid that they might notice the droop in her tired lips and question her about it. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and besides, she was anxious to go up and clean herself off good. The mess between her legs felt uncomfortable as she wasn't able to get it really clean with those come-soaked handkerchiefs. And the two blow-jobs she had just given had warmed up her insides again, and all she wanted to do was quietly finger fuck herself to sleep.