Chapter 2
China Wolff coolly appraised the young boy and girl as she led them through the hall and up the staircase to their rooms.
"She looks like a hot little number. I'll bet she is ready to go anytime. And the boy is something else," she said to herself. She had not missed the tight and prominent bulge in his pants, the handsome face and strong lean body, the well-muscled buttocks covered with straining fabric, her mouth watering at the thoughts of his pile-driving ass and obviously generous endowments.
"It's very strange the way they cling to each other. The way they hold hands and talk so quietly and closely together," she mused as she watched them. "Very strange indeed."
"This is your room, Robin. I think you'll find everything you need. If you don't, just call for Sam on that phone. He does everything around here from butler to chauffeur to handyman." She moved through the room with them with a slow grace, opening doors and drawers to make sure Robin was provided for completely.
I'll bet she has a cunt as big as the black-hole of Calcutta, Robin said to himself as he watched her move elegantly about the room. I don't think I like her. I'd like to fuck her, but I don't think I like her. I'll bet she'd raise hell if she found about me and Poppy.
"Everything looks fine," he said to her. "Where is Poppy's room?"
"Yes. Where's my room. We don't like to be separated," Poppy joined in.
"You two really are close, aren't you?" China commented, a sly smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "Poppy's room is just down the hall. Don't worry, Robin. She won't be far away," she teased, still thinking how strange it was for a brother and sister to hold hands, to be so concerned about each other.
She had never had a brother that was concerned about her. Stanley had never thought about her any more than one of the horses in the stable. He gave his dog more attention than he did to her when they were growing up. Their father always had him with him, taking him to the huge conglomerate of offices whenever he wasn't in school. And with the death of their mother, China's only companion was her nanny, their housekeeper for years. Now that she was gone, China ran the house and took care of Stanley and her own needs. Perhaps the years with the nanny and no one else were the reasons for her well-developed sexual tastes.
As she showed Poppy to her room, she admired the girl's well-developed body and her pretty face. China had been as pretty a young girl as Poppy, and had matured into a handsome, regal woman. She had one other thing in common with the teenage girl, and that was her early introduction to sex.
China had been an exquisitely beautiful child, and with no mother to care for her, the housekeeper became her sole companion, worshipping and adoring the girl, giving her the love that her father and brother never found time for. China would never forget the hands roaming over her young body helping her dress, undress, bathe, prepare for bed. The nanny did everything for her, even giving her little kisses over her body, the older experienced lips pausing perhaps a trifle too long over the undeveloped nipples causing new sensations as China's young body began to awaken.
I wonder if she knows what it's like to be kissed all over her body, China mused as she showed the delicate, feminine room to Poppy. She should, with that figure. I wonder if her brother might have, she asked herself.
She could remember the first time her body had been covered wetly in kisses, like love surrounding her, covering her, as the companion licked at her little body while in bed. The warm, wet tongue covered her all the way down to the pink, untouched slit, feelings coursing through her, not understood, but enjoyed to the point that she had asked for it again and again, the feeling created in her one that couldn't be forgotten, the lips and tongue leaving kisses where no one had ever seen or touched.
China grew accustomed to the lingering, loving hands, accustomed to the point of their being commonplace as they continued to help her dress and undress and complete her toilet. When she entered her early teens, her body ripening, she became aware that the touch excited her in new and more intense ways, especially after her riding lessons.
Her father kept a stable of horses, unused except for her and her brother on occasion. After each session, she looked forward to getting to her room, her long, hot bath, and then the luxurious, relaxing massage that her nanny always gave her.
Her body always tingled with the athletic exercise and fresh air, and the stimulating touch of the massaging hands filledher with sensual tactile delight. There had been none of the body kisses for several years as she had grown into puberty, the nanny still touching and massaging, but not going any further.
The woman was attractive and China couldn't help but notice her large, womanly breasts while she massaged her one day. She compared them with her own, and found her young body lacking in comparative size. The large breasts swung over her, hanging invitingly, free of any restriction, twin globes of juicy flesh swaying as she kneaded and massaged the young shoulders, hands working expertly down her back to the waist and the top of the firm buttocks.
"My China is the prettiest girl in the world," the woman said, her voice full of love, warm and friendly, as she worked at the small of the girl's back, the tender, sore muscles at the top of the young ass.
"That's so sore," China commented as the woman squeezed and rubbed the muscles expertly, a new sensation beginning to form in the center of her being, a boiling heat between her legs that she had never felt before. The fingers pressed firmly and deeply into her buttocks, China squirming as the hand tightened on her waist.
"Did I hurt my baby?" China was asked.
"Oh, no, it feels good. Really, so good. Don't stop." She became more excited by the fingers, feeling them tickle down over the crevice of her buttocks, the nanny becoming more reckless as she bent and kissed the soft flesh of the round cheeks. China quivered with the strange intimate feeling, not knowing what to do, but parting her legs for the feathering fingers, allowing them to slip between the two mounds. The nanny continued to massage her lithe back, her exploring hand seeking out the tender sphincter muscle, chills covering China's body, her spine tingling.
She moaned slightly as the finger barely penetrated the virginal opening, feeling the finger pause and then withdraw. The nanny massaged the parted thighs, concentrating on them, fearing she had gone too far with her explorations, her body growing more excited by her young ward, the delicious flesh of the smooth inner thighs satiny to her thumbs as she pressed hard just below the buttocks.
With the exerted pressure, China spread her legs even wider, sensing that something wonderful was going to happen as she felt fingers begin to lightly run up and down the almost hairless crack. She lifted her hips as the woman grasped her thighs and bent down to kiss the sweet young ass again, the tongue licking flat against the skin.
"No, oh, don't. Please don't," the young girl murmured, making the woman stop abruptly. "I don't understand why I feel so strange. It feels good when you do that, but it's so different. Maybe if you did it again, but not so hard," she continued, turning over on her back and looking at her nurse of many years.
The mature hands moved from the girl's shoulders down to the just forming breasts to rub with a practiced touch. China's toes curled as she felt the hand cup and squeeze her little orb and she thrilled with delicious sensation as she felt the soft wet feeling cover her tit, then move to repeat the action over the nipple of the other small dome, a hand moving down to her waist.
The expert mouth filled her with new ecstasy, her body ripe and awakening, the caresses and titillations filling her with wonder. Fingertips softly touched her belly, the silken mouth following in a wet trail to kiss her navel, fingers exploring into her crotch to find the dual openings, her legs spreading as the burning sensation grew.
She twisted as the hand covered the innocent mound, fingers rubbing and stimulating, moving over the slit as China lifted her buttocks, arching slightly to try to force the fingers to enter, the mouth continuing a licking trail over her stomach to the downy mound of her cunt.
Tenderly the fingers probed around the vagina, slipping between the lips to slide up and down, wetting with the secretions of China's young body. Intuitively she knew that she wanted to feel that finger press inside, the teasing and toying movements of opening and closing the fleshy folds making more slimy moisture cover the opening.
A hot mouth covered the mound as the finger slipped inside, slowly moving, slowly probing the adolescent body heating with the saliva-covered tongue. The magic finger worked back and forth, spiraling as the tongue moved over the thigh, the young girl writhing in new-found passion, not knowing the reason, but caught up in the thrill of the cause.
Her hand reached for the large breast, her small fingers encompassing and squeezing the exposed brown nipple. She was hypnotized by the huge tit, and like a baby she seized it and began to suck at the nipple, chewing and biting, her young mouth making sucking noises as her virgin pussy opened and welcomed the plunging forefinger, the flesh yielding warm and wet to the digit.
"Do it more," China begged, her words whipping the woman into frantic movement, China widening her legs and shoving back against the invader. She chewed and sucked hard on the tit as she felt something begin to happen in her body, a strange feeling erupting in her stomach, the muscles tensing, convulsing, clamping on the finger to hold it inside, to pull it all the way in until the palm rubbed against her tiny clit. Suddenly her body tensed.
The young girl heaved against the methodically-moving finger, teething on the large nipple as she exploded, her first orgasm bursting through her body, covering the woman's hand with oily juices, her body shaking with each throb of the new climax, her body trembling against the rhythmically moving finger.
Before the fires in her cunt were completely extinguished, the companion moved the girl's legs as wide as possible, pressing her mouth over the drenched crease, licking all around the sensitive area, her tongue tasting the sweet cream, the salt sweetness of first orgasm. The nanny gently opened the cunt lips, her tongue licking up and down over the tiny clit, China's hands pulling the head tighter as she raised her legs and wrapped them around the woman's strong shoulders. She felt the tongue move over her cunt lips and thought she would faint with sensual excitement.
"Suck it. Suck it," China cried. "It's beginning to feel the same way again. The same way!"
The long tongue pushed hard into the steaming cunt, licking at the velvet, heated walls. The woman could feel her own orgasm rising as she tongued at the tight little hole, fingering her own pussy, expertly massaging her clit and dripping hole. The girl jerked wildly, pulling her nurse's head tighter between her thighs, the tongue responding, darting in and out, hips moving against it like an opponent.
Tongue and finger worked in unison, the orgasm beginning to grow for both of them, worked until each had achieved the delicious sweetness of coming together, China having just been initiated into new, subtle pleasures of love. The first experience had been explained away so that she had no guilt feelings about natural functions of the body; however, when she grew older, China sought others to satisfy her and it wasn't long before nothing thrilled her as much as a big thick dick.
"Do you ride?" China asked Poppy.
"Oh, I have once or twice," she smiled back at the woman.
What is it about her that I don't like. I think she hates me, and she doesn't even know me. Why can't Robin be here? Why can't he have a room next to mine? she asked herself.
"We have a stable of excellent horses and a fine groomsman who can teach you. I ride often. Perhaps you would care to join me one day." China wondered how far the girl had gone, how far she would go sexually, and was determined one day to find out.
"Could Robin learn, too?" Poppy asked, her eyes taking in the beauty and fine furnishings of her room.
"Of course he could, my dear. He looks very athletic. You know, this was my room when I was your age. I hope you will enjoy it. If there's anything you need, I'm just down the hall. Don't hesitate to knock on the door or call me," she said as she left and softly closed the door behind her.
Poppy stared through the lattice-work curtains at the expanse of manicured lawn below, acres and acres of flowers and trees all belonging to Stanley Wolff, his sister, and with sudden realization, to her mother, her brother and herself.
"I don't like being alone. I wish Robin were here. I wish someone were here. What I really wish is that I had a good fuck." Poppy's sexual appetites had grown with her, her brother teaching her well, Robin experimenting and soon learning that girls liked his big cock as much as he liked cunt. Everything he did he told his sister, and in the closeness of her room, showed her, led her in new sexual adventures.
Poppy had plenty of sex, not only from her brother, but many of his friends, alone, in twos and threes, and at one time, six of Robin's friends had taken her. Never had she been more fulfilled, more satisfied, but Robin was always the one who thrilled her, filled her, and made her love to fuck.
That time with six guys had really been something.
At first she was reluctant.
"Well," he answered, "since Mom's gone for the weekend and said we should have fun."
"Did she say that?" Poppy asked.
She sure did."
All of the teen-age boys agreed loudly, smiling at Poppy broadly, their well-scrubbed faces shining like innocent cherubs as they looked around the room, Robin putting records on the stereo, another boy grabbing her and pulling her in a vague dance movement with the blaring music.
"Robin, do you think we should without Mother's permission?" she asked her brother, her body moving against Robin's friend, her breasts jiggling and hips rotating in time to the pounding rock music.
"Don't be a drag, Poppy. It'll be fun. Just relax and have a good time." Robin's eyes gleamed as he watched his sister's body dancing around the room. The other boys admired her full breasts and narrow waist, the bouncing of buttocks, each of them ravishing her young body.
She liked their looks of admiration, her body moving more seductively, her mind projecting images of Robin dancing with her, tight and close the way they did when their mother was gone.
Hands grazed her thighs, brushed against her ass, brazenly slipped against her breasts as she swirled around the room, the heavy beat of the music, the adoration of so many males, igniting her body like a fuse. Someone grabbed her from behind and bit her hard on her juggling ass cheeks, and she slapped her hand at the face, hearing Robin laugh as she was pulled struggling to the floor.
"Oh, come on. Poppy. No one's going to hurt you. Come on, guys, let me show you how," Robin intervened as hands fell on her, hot mouths panting around her as the boys wrestled with her on the floor, her body growing hotter as hands sought her private parts.
She didn't struggle as Robin pulled her dress over her head. All she could think of was what her mother would say if she could see what was happening in their living room.
She smiled a slow, sleepy sensual smile as she saw the pairs of eyes looking at her, eyes that widened as her ample breasts came into view, and leaning back on her hands, her back arching, she thrust the uncovered beauties toward them, making them gulp and swallow as Robin slowly and gently pulled at a nipple with his thumb and finger, the frictioning massage elongating it, making it erect and firm.
One of Robin's friends moved quickly toward her, his mouth covering hers, tongue driving into her throat, making her gasp as she thrust back at him, their tongues alternating mouths as Robin watched and milked her tit.
She felt her nerves tingle with electricity, her arms circling around the youthful neck pulling his body tighter to her, pulling him down with her until he lay half on top of her, their bodies rocking against each other, Poppy trying to rub her pelvis against his.
Robin's prick felt as if there was a fire raging in it.
"Let her have it. Let her have it," he said softly to the young friend, his eyes greedy, heavy with lust as he waited to watch his sister get fucked. He moved slightly away, his body stretched out beside the young couple, the other boys bug-eyed as her pelvis rubbed against their friend, both bodies undulating up and down, his hand grabbing for her tit as it flattened under his body
"Put it in," Poppy groaned, Robin leaning close to pull away the restricting fabric down and off her body.
She moaned softly.
Her legs quickly widened, pelvis thrusting upwards as the boy's big pink cock shone. He jerked up his hips and readied himself to shove it inside of her , into her hot cunt, Robin's hand slipping between them to open the lips wider, the pelvis rising against the touch, his friend pressing his iron hard tool down against the cunt lips as he dived in.
It felt so good.
It felt so fucking good.
The air was stuffy and quiet in the room as their ears filled eyes closing as he rubbed his erect penis through his pants.
The boy panted fiercely.
Everyone in the room moaned.
Poppy groaned with the attack, pushing back harder, pulling her legs higher, lifting her pelvis so that he could sink deeper and deeper, the young teenager's stiff phallus pistoning through and deeper.
They pushed at each other frantically, balls slapping against her upturned buttocks, vaginal walls contracting and flexing, sucking in the young cock, squeezing and milking it, begging for more length, groans echoing in the room as they drove higher and higher toward climax.
"Harder. Harder," she groaned.
"Give it to her. Stick it in there."
"Ram it to her. Let her have it."
The watching boys urged him on, each of them feeling their own pricks filling her, Robin stroking himself and smiling, knowing better than any how snug her cunt felt.
His cock made loud sucking noises as it sawed into her, grinding deeper, searing her cunt walls with its hot length, both of them slamming into each other until they felt the peak and all movement ceased. The entire room was filled with the throbbing of their orgasm, the walls seeming to pulse with their organs, all breath stopping, the minutes suspended until the two of them pulled apart. His still erect cock shone with their juices, a string of come joining his cockhead to her pussy lips.
"Too much," Robin muttered, looking at Poppy's satisfied expression. The merest glance at him filled her body with fire and she could feel her pussy alive and quivering for him.
"Robin," she said, her legs splaying wider, her cunt opening wider for his huge size.
"We can't be rude, can we?" his eyes mocked playfully.
"I'm the biggest. Can I do it next?" the young voice asked. He had unzipped his fly and pulled his pecker out of his pants. With his tall thin frame, his cock looked longer than anyone there, the shiny head bright red and the balls large in the hairy scrotum.
Poppy's eyes widened. He looked bigger than Robin by several inches. It wasn't as wide and thick, but the length was uncanny.
"I don't know if I can take that," she muttered. "Robin?"
He could tell she was trying to chicken out. "Be a good sport. Just give it a try. Looks good enough to eat, doesn't it?" he laughed. "And that might be a good idea, Poppy."
She had found that she loved to suck dick, Robin loving her head bobbing up and down on his meat, the two of them sucking and licking each other clean after each night of sex.
"Let her suck you off," one of the boys said, pushing his friend toward her face.
"Go on, Poppy. See if he gets any bigger," Robin coaxed.
She touched the huge dong, the boy trembling and shaking as she drew it to her lips and ran her hand up and down the length. It was incredible in size, monstrous feeling in her hand, and growing harder and stronger as she massaged up and down the shaft.
All eyes were on them, the boys breathing deeply as they watched her young mouth, each of them feeling her lips as she breathed the hot breath out to make the boy groan and twitch. Then she lashed out at the cock head with her pink tongue.
"Oh, shit," someone said.
"I can't wait," another answered.
Hands groped at their hardened organs. Zippers slyly opened as they began to caress their hardened penises in anticipation, eyes watching intently as she took the head between her lips and into her mouth, her tongue circling around the broadness. Her hand massaged the massive length as the other squeezed gently at the hairy scrotum, pulling the lemon-sized balls, playing them between her fingers. The boy grabbed at her shoulders, her hair, his body out of control as he began to fuck in and out of her mouth.
She felt the cockhead swell in her mouth, the immense joint pushing deeper and deeper until it banged into her throat, the molten heat of his dick scorching her lips as it jammed in and out of her mouth. His fingers pulled at her hair, his body pressing forward and still deeper, Poppy choking with his constant, unending fucking motion.
His hands held her hands firmly. Never had he felt such a sensation. Never had his cock been so thick, long and swollen. The sweet sensation was almost an agony as he began to pull her mouth backward and forward on his great love joint.
She knew he was ready to come. His movement was urgent, frantic, desperate, the pistoning motion like a machine gun as he began to groan above the sound of her slurping mouth.
She felt the first hot glob hit against the back of her throat, warm and thick, bitter sweet, spraying again and again as his buttocks hollowed and flexed with his fucking. She tried to swallow, her cheeks bulging as she gulped, but it was impossible to gulp the size of his load.
Over and over his cock squirted out his love-juice, the other boy's eyes widening as they realized that he was still coming. That great cock was still jetting streams of white pearls into the girl's mouth, more come than she could take in her painful slurping. He hung suspended over her, his body not moving, every muscle tense as he savored the delight of the convulsions of his love muscle and the thickness filling his crotch. Finally his body relaxed and he pulled the limp prick out of her mouth, Poppy gasping for breath, her color pale as she closed her eyes and lay quietly on the floor.
"Robin," she whispered as she lay with closed eyes. Her cunt was hungry again with the cock sucking, and only Robin could answer and fill it. "I'm here, Poppy," he breathed, his penis burning, his hands slipping over her body, her breasts and stomach, her buttocks and thighs, his mouth beginning to suck at her tits as he began to play with her come-soaked pussy lips.
"That's not fair. You get it all the time," someone said, but Robin didn't listen. Poppy didn't hear as the finger penetrated her twat. The mouth sucked in the flesh of her breasts, Robin's body now covering hers, nude, beautiful and muscular, every vein, nook and cranny known to her as well as her own.
His long thick dick found her cunt lips as if by habit, the turgid head slipping in and then sliding completely inside her vault, the thickness making her moan as she felt it glide full length until he had stuffed her full. The hot walls enclosed around his dick, grasping and clamping, giving it butterfly kisses in rippling muscular fluttering as he pulled backwards, almost out and slowly let the weight of his body sink the great cock full inside of her.
Her cunt burned because of him, for him, with him, the walls flexing and releasing about his cock as he felt her buttocks, his finger slipping between the slowly humping buns to find the tiny puckered opening. Deftly he inserted his finger up to the knuckle and made her squirm with delight, her ass heaving down on the penetrating digit pushing it deeper inside, the penis pounding into her as she lifted upwards, her voice groaning as she rocked back and forth.
"My goodness, look at her go," someone commented breathlessly.
"It's Robin," someone added. "Everyone says he knows how to fuck better than anyone else."
Eyes were riveted on the scene in front of them, and all of them agreed silently that Robin knew his craft, and that his sister was no sluggard.
The finger and the penis filled her with hard desire, a satisfying fullness that could only be complimented by an incredible coming, by feeling her brother's thick cock as it spewed out his come into her heated channel. The cunt walls grabbed at his rigid penis as Robin pummeled her open twat, her pelvis pushing back so hard that she was lifting him into the air and almost catching him on the rebound.
The boys sat watching, their hands clutching their cocks, the unsatisfied finding it difficult to wait as they watched the splendid exhibition in front of them, the breath catching in their throats, their cocks throbbing and pulsing as Robin pounded into his sister, Poppy responding like a well-oiled, and certainly well-practiced machine. The smell of sperm filled the air, of her cunt juices and their orgasms, the sucking sounds of cock and box filling their ears. It felt so good.
But then the sexual stroking lessened as Robin concentrated on short, hard jabs, the huge prick moving faster and faster, the thickness pulling out less and less as it banged and expanding as he began to find his orgasm.
She knew he was ready and strained to make it with him, her ass circling against cock and finger, her cunt lips grabbing and milking as she felt his hot juices begin to flood her canal, spewing out to sear the velvety walls as she began to answer, her own love offering joining his as her cunt filled to capacity and overflowed, the watching boys whistling as the overflow gushed out over Robin's balls and down through her crotch and buttocks.
"You're the best fuck in the world, Poppy," he whispered in her ear as he lay still on top of her, his body thrilling at the last convulsions of her cunt.
"We're the best in the world," she said pointedly, her teeth nipping at his ear lobe as her arms hugged and held him tight.
Gently he withdrew, his thick cock scraping out the come, making it spider web from her cunt to his slimy prick. He wiped it away and lifted his finger to his mouth, his tongue savoring the taste of their juices. Calmly, now completely satisfied, Poppy took the remaining boys, fucking them and satisfying them, her mind and body totally happy with the thoughts of Robin and his love for her.
"Hey. Guess what I just found out."
Her thoughts had kept her from hearing Robin entering the room. She could tell that there was something secret in his breathless manner.
"I didn't hear you come in," she said, running to him and throwing her arms around him, her lips covering his face with kisses.
"It's like you've been gone for days," she muttered. "Not now, Poppy. Listen," he said, drawing her to sit next to him on the bed. "I just learned that Stanley Wolff has his own private jet. How about that?"
"So? What does that mean?" she queried.
"Well, you always said you wanted to go away with me to some small island and live forever. All we have to do is find a way to learn to fly it, or find someone to fly us. And I don't think I'm going to like it here."
He grabbed her and pulled her with him down on the bed, his mouth covering hers, his teeth biting at her lips and tongue searching into her mouth, both of them happy to be alone together and with each other. Their dreams of a desert island seemed only moments away.