Chapter 3
The next day I wanted to talk to someone very badly. I thought of visiting the guidance counselor at school, but I soon gave up that idea as impractical. After all, what would I say to him? How could I describe my incestuous fantasies? How could I tell him about the forbidden desires that were chewing me up, driving me mad as they gnawed at my insides?
Stephanie Barrows, a girl in my math class, noticed that I was acting a bit strange. She's a very sympathetic type of girl and she asked me if there was anything she could do to help me.
"You know I kind of like you Bobby," she said. "Maybe you want to rap this thing out with me? Whenever I have something on my chest, I always feel better when I talk about it."
"Naw, I'll be okay," I replied, not wanting to involve her in my problems. But Stephanie can be very insistent when she wants to be, so she kept asking me all sorts of questions, grilling me like a detective, until I finally told her the truth. We were downstairs in the lunchroom, sitting all alone at a table, when I told her what had happened between myself and my sister Janice. I also told her about my feelings for my mother, about the things that I had seen when I stared into her bedroom. I half expected Stephanie to call me a pervert and run away in horror. But instead, I found that she was very interested in my story, listening very carefully to every word that I spoke.
"Gee, it all sounds so weird," she said. "You sound like a case study out of Freud."
"I don't know what to do about it all," I replied. "I mean, I feel kind of guilty about this whole mess. I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I might end up raping my own mother, which would be horrible."
Stephanie put her hand underneath her chin, and looked straight into my eyes. She's a very attractive girl, and at the time she was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, and a red and white halter top, which just about covered the swell of her bosom, leaving her stomach and belly completely exposed. She didn't have a bra on underneath, and I could see the outline of her nipples pressing through the thin material.
She must have noticed that I was staring at her breasts, because she suddenly turned red in the face. Her large, calf-like eyes betrayed a certain shyness which is often be seen in the soft innocence of a young girl. Her long black hair fell across her cheeks and shoulders in a most delightful and provocative manner.
"You know what I think," she said suddenly. "I think that your problem is mainly sexual in nature. I think that if you had a girlfriend who would put out for you on a regular basis, you wouldn't be thinking about your mother and sister so often. Tell me the truth, Bobby, have you been getting fucked lately?"
"Well," I stammered. "I've been dating a girl named Linda who lives in my neighborhood, but I haven't been able to score with her yet. She's a pretty nice girl, and she-likes to French kiss a lot, but that's as far as I've been able to get with her. Anyways, for the past couple of weeks, the only girl that I've been thinking about is my sister Janice."
Suddenly Stephanie reached out, across the table, and grabbed my hand. She held it tightly, and I could feel her warmth pulse through my body.
"You know something, Bobby," she said. "I like you quite a bit. I've liked you since our first year in high school together."
"Oh...."
"I don't know what it is about you," she continued. "But you really turn me on. Am I being too frank? My friends tell me that I talk to openly."
I didn't know what to say, as I listened to Stephanie's confession. For the past four years, since I had known her, she had never particularly interested me as a girlfriend. Now, it was as though I was seeing her for the first time. I wondered why I had never noticed her beauty, her sweetness. I must have been blind to have ignored her so completely.
"Gee," I whispered. "You know something, I think that you're probably right. If I had someone who would take my mind off of Janice, then I would be okay. Do you want to be my girl?"
"Well," replied Stephanie defensively. "I don't want you to think that I go around propositioning boys or anything like that. I'd be very upset if you got that idea. As a matter-of-fact, I happen to be a very decent girl. Do you know that I'm a virgin."
"Sure," I nodded. "You look like a virgin. You've got innocence stamped all over you."
"I mean it," she insisted. "I'm telling you the truth. I've never fucked anyone. If I become your girl, then you'll be the very first one. Does that thrill you?"
"Sure it does," I laughed nervously, leaning over the table, planting a short kiss on her mouth. You should have seen how eagerly she responded to my overture, opening up her hot little lips in sweet ecstasy.
"Listen," I said. "I think I'm really going to go for you. I can't wait till school gets out so the two of us can really get to know each other, if you know what I mean."
"I sure do," replied Stephanie. "I have this squishy feeling all over my body. I feel like I'm about to melt."
"Are you getting wet down there?" I asked impulsively.
"You mean... you want to know if my vagina is getting wet?"
"Yes," I nodded. "I read somewhere that a girl gets real slick around her beaver when a guy turns her on. I just want to know if I turn you on."
"You sure do," nodded Stephanie. "My panties feel like they're sopping wet. What about you, Bobby? How do you feel?"
"If you want to know the truth, I've just popped the biggest boner that you'd ever want to see. Shit, I don't think that I can stand up straight."
Stephanie broke into laughter as she leaned over the table and looked down at my crotch. She saw my big cock sticking up against my pants, and she went into a swoon, reaching down for one brief second to cup her palms over the bulge. I think, if we had been alone, she probably would have pulled off my pants right then and there. She had that hungry look in her eyes, that wild animal look that is unmistakable.
"Hey, take it easy," I warned. "There are people in the cafeteria."
"Yeah," she replied. "But wait till I get you after school. Then the two of us will have a real good time. Gee, I hope that I can last till three o'clock."
I don't know how she was able to endure the next two hours, but for me it was almost impossible. I mean, it isn't every day that a girl comes up to a guy and practically asks him to ball her. In my wildest dreams, I couldn't imagine such a thing happening to me. Suddenly, Janice disappeared from my thoughts. I no longer experienced those incestuous desires that had been driving me mad just an hour ago. Now, I was only thinking about Stephanie, about her sweet lips, about her young breasts, and her soft little pussy. I kept trying to visualize what it would be like to touch her hot little body, to lie next to her in bed, locked in a lover's embrace.
At exactly three o'clock the school bell rang, and I jumped out of my seat and ran down the hall to the exit near the yard where Stephanie promised to meet me. True to her word, she was waiting with her schoolbooks under her arm. Her eyes seemed to brighten, when she saw me dashing toward her. I don't think that I've ever seen a girl so eager in my entire life.
"I was thinking of you all afternoon," she confessed on the bus. "I'm trembling all over, just thinking about what's going to happen."
"Are you sure that it'll be okay to go over to your house?" I asked. "I mean, won't your mother be there?"
"No, my mother works," she replied. "We'll have the house all to ourselves. If you want, you can stay for dinner. I'll tell my mother that you helped me with my homework."
I laughed stupidly, reaching out and putting my arm around her. I wanted everyone on the bus to know that Stephanie belonged to me. I was anxious to tell them what we were planning to do. I felt very proud, and a big, wide smile beamed from my face enthusiastically.
Stephanie lived in a small brick house in Sheepshead Bay, the type with the two-by-four lawn in the front that people take thirty-five years to pay off. The furniture inside was old and heavy, but in very good condition. The wood floors creaked as I walked, and there was a musky smell in the air that mingled with the strong smell of closet mothballs. The paint on the walls and ceilings was chipped in places, and slightly discolored from too many years of dirt and grease.
"It's not much," Stephanie laughed. "But it's home, sweet home."
"It looks beautiful."
"No it doesn't," she replied. "There's no life in this house. Ever since my father died, things haven't been the same. But, let's not talk about it. We're not here to talk, are we?"
"No, I guess we aren't," I coughed, circling my arms around Stephanie's naked waist. My fingers tingled when they touched her soft flesh. I fondled it and squeezed it with my hands, pulling her close to me, pressing my mouth to her thick, sensual lips.
"Oh, Bobby," she moaned. "It feels so good when you hold me. I want you to make me feel like a woman. I want you to fill me up, make me happy."
I rubbed my nose against her cheeks and forehead, and then I drove my tongue into her mouth, pushing it against her teeth, drilling it deep into her warm throat. I could taste the sweetness of her saliva on my lips, as I held her tightly, reaching up with my hands to the knot that held her halter top in place. I undid it effortlessly, and then I slid my hands underneath to her naked breasts. She began to moan when I touched them. I cupped my palms around her tits and began to squeeze gently.
Just as that moment, I felt Stephanie's hand down near the zipper of my pants. Her fingers moved hesitantly, almost nervously. She didn't feel sure of herself, and she seemed to need a little encouragement from me. I guess most girls get nervous the first time around.
"Go on," I whispered, sticking my tongue into her ear.
"I don't know if I'm doing it right," she replied sheepishly. "I want to touch your cock, yet I'm afraid. I must be crazy or something. All afternoon, at school, I was waiting for this moment, thinking about it, dreaming about how sweet it was going to be. And now that you're here, I feel afraid. Is there something wrong with me?"
"No, you'll be okay," I assured her in a patronizing tone of voice. "You've got nothing to worry about. If you want to touch my cock, you go right ahead. Go on, pull down my zipper and put your hands inside."
She did exactly what I told her to do. She grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. Then she pushed open my fly and inserted her nimble fingers inside, reaching very slowly for my firm erection. When she touched it finally, I almost went crazy with passion. She began to stroke it and rub it till it was hard as a rock and about to burst. She played with it as though it was a toy, and she was an eager little child. She scratched it softly and massaged it from the tip, all the way down to the base.
"How do you like it?" I asked.
"It sure is long," she replied. "I wonder how many inches it measures."
"I don't know," I said, shaking my head.
"You mean, you never measured it?" asked Stephanie. Suddenly she turned, and ran to another room. When she appeared several minutes later, she was carrying a ruler. In the meantime, her top had fallen off, and she was walking around with her breasts completely exposed. They were nice and round, perfectly soft and unblemished. They looked like two half grapefruits, jiggling up and down as she moved. I also looked down at the crotch of her dungarees and saw a slight spot of dampness. I figured that she was churning like a cauldron, and I was very anxious to get into her soup.
"Hey Bobby," she suddenly said. "I want you to take off your pants. You're in the army now, and it's time for inspection. As a matter-of-fact, I want you to strip to your birthday suit, if you don't mind."
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "What do you want to do to me? I hope that you're not planning to corrupt me or anything like that. It would be awful if you did something of that nature to an innocent boy like myself."
Stephanie laughed: "I won't do anything to you that you don't want me to. Anyways, I just want to look at you. I want to measure your pecker. It's for an experiment that I'm doing."
I unbuckled my belt, and let my trousers drop to the floor. Then I yanked off my shorts, and unbuttoned my shirt. Finally I was completely naked, except for my shoes and socks. I felt real good when Stephanie walked over to me and reached out with her hand for my cock. She grabbed it and shook it, the way someone would shake someone else's hand. She reached under the base of my shaft, and she gathered up my shivering testicles in her palms. She kneaded them, the way a baker would knead a mound of lumpy dough.
"I like it," she exclaimed, slapping it with her fingers. She bent over and she rubbed each of her breasts with my cock, so that I felt like I was flying on cloud nine. She continued to massage my pecker with her soft, sensual breasts. I stood erect, with my hands at my sides and my eyes completely closed. I could feel her nipples brush back and forth across the surface of my cockhead. The pressures that were building up inside of me were tremendous. I could feel wild chills travel up and down my spine, as Stephanie nuzzled my organ into the trench of her cleavage. She buried it between her breasts, rubbing it with her soft, creamy white mounds. I bit my lips in sheer ecstasy.
"That's great," I whispered. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"I don't know," Stephanie replied. "Believe me, This is the first time I've ever done it before. I saw your cock, and I wondered what would happen if I rubbed it with my titties. I hope that you're enjoying yourself. I aim to please, if you know what I mean."
"Well, you're all right in my book," I coughed. Just at that moment, a small dribble of fluid burst out of my cockhead, onto Stephanie's cherry hard nipples. The little splotch of cream burned like fire, as it rolled over the warm curve of her bosom, onto her flat stomach.
"What's that?" asked Stephanie naively, as she wiped it off with her middle finger. Then she brought her hand to her lips and she licked off the creamy liquid.
"Hey, you know it tastes salty," she said. "I kind of go for it. Some of the girls I know in school say that they give blowjobs to their boyfriends because they like the taste of semen. Now I sure can see what they're talking about."
"Are you going to give me a blowjob?" I asked, my fingers crossed in eager anticipation.
"Not the first time around," replied Stephanie. "The first time around, I want to do it right. I want you to fuck me the way every young girl wants a guy to fuck her. I want you to stuff up my hole with your big dick. I want you to drive it into me so that I have that nice full feeling inside of my cunt."
"I can't wait," I laughed, and was about to lunge towards her and pull her down onto the wooden floor. I knew what I was going to do to her. I would pull down her blue jeans and her panties with my eager hands. Then I would pull open her hot little legs and reach up for her soft cunt. First I would finger it a little bit, to get it nice and juicy. Then I would push my hard cock inside of it, till she begged me to stop.
I was lost in a fever, as I looked at her young, naked breasts, at her soft white face, at her long, silky black hair. I had never seen a dish that was so tempting, or a fruit that was so tantalizing. It was as though my whole life was building up to this one big climax. My head was spinning, and could see stars in front of my eyes. I know that you think that I'm exaggerating, but I swear to you that I'm not. Stephanie was like a dream come true, a fantasy fulfilled. I couldn't wait to grab hold of her, and come down on top of her with my big eager cock.
Just as I was about to grab hold of her, she pushed me away.
"Wait a second," she noticed. "I want to measure you first. After all, that's why I went to get this ruler. I want to see how big you are."
She walked over to me, bent over and yanked up my cock. Then she put it up against the ruler, and she bent over to examine the figure. I guess she was impressed, because she gave out a long, hard gasp.
"Gee, you've got a nice hefty one," she laughed. "How big is it?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, it's almost eight inches," replied Stephanie." I hope that it won't hurt when you put it into my cunt."
"I'm sure it won't," I laughed, taking the ruler out of her fist and tossing it away. Then I reached down for the snap of her faded blue jeans and I pulled it open. The zipper at her crotch spread open very easily, and soon she was only wearing a pair of panties.
"You know, you've got a very nice shape," I said, as I stared at the soft curves of Stephanie's delicious body. I could see the little tangle of dark pubic hair stick out against the thin fabric of her flower print bikini panties. I could also see a very damp splotch at the re-enforced fabric at the crotch of her undergarments.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, her legs spread wide apart, her hands resting firmly on her hips, in a very suggestive manner.
"Well?" she asked again. "What are you staring at? Is it my pussy that you like so much?"
"I sure do," I replied. "I can't wait to see it. Go on and take off your panties."
"But of course," laughed Stephanie, as she grabbed the elastic waistband of her sopping wet undergarment, pulling it over the soft curve of her rump, past the creamy white flesh of her thighs and calves, all the way down to her shapely ankles.
Now Stephanie was completely naked, and although I wanted to lunge out and feel her, I just stood for awhile and simply stared. I was most pleased by what I saw. Her buttocks were nice and round, and her hips were wide and sexy. When she spread her legs open, I could see the slit of her cunt, and I began to tremble like a little child.
"What's the matter?" asked Stephanie. "Don't you like me?"
"What makes you say that?"
"You have a funny look on your face."
I began to laugh, reaching out with my hand. I grabbed Stephanie around the waist and pulled her towards me. Her trembling body was warm and refreshing, as she rubbed it against mine. I could feel the pulsating heat of her thighs and belly as I gently caressed her. My hands eagerly explored the abundant fruits of her feminine sexuality. I carefully rubbed her back with my fingers, reaching down to the softness of her tender buttocks. I squeezed them in my palms, and gathered them up gently.
"You know," she said. "Sometimes when the bus is crowded, I get goosed. I like it when a guy rubs up my ass. It makes me feel real hot and excited. Do you know what I like even better?"
"What's that?"
"I like when a guy puts his hands on my cunt. Go on, Bobby, don't make me wait. I want you stroke my pussy. I want you to finger me till I explode."
"You don't have to tell me twice," I laughed, reaching down, underneath her ass with my hands. She was very cooperative with me, and she spread her legs apart, so that I could have easy access to her cunt. At first I tried to get her from the back, but that was rather difficult, so I moved my hand around to her stomach, sliding it down, along the slope of her belly and mound of Venus, past the bushy pubic tangle that grew in the area of her crotch. I moved slowly, and carefully between her legs, between her creamy white thighs, till I was at the very gates of paradise, within easy reach of her dripping sexuality.
"Oh, Bobby," she moaned, as I nuzzled my palm right up against the sope of her hot cunt. With my fingers I traced the outline of her long, red gash. I gently pulled open the dewlaps at the entrance, and I drilled my long, middle finger inside of her love hole.
"Oh Bobby! ! ! I" she cried out. "Oh Bobby... Bobby! I ! ! Bobby ! ! ! Bobby! ! ! ! "
She was slick and gooey inside, dripping like a waterfall. The thick honey congealed around my finger, as I dug deeper and deeper into her pit. I could feel her insides churning like a cauldron, cooking like a soup, rumbling in wild, passionate ecstasy. She tightened her arms around my neck, and she began to cover me with kiss after kiss, shaking her head in an almost uncontrollable frenzy, rubbing her soft, white belly against my hard, swollen cock.
"Oh Bobby," she repeated again and again and again, in an almost ritualistic manner, as though she was reciting some secret incantation. She blew hot kisses into my ear, and she nibbled at my ear lobe like a little bunny, chewing on a carrot. Her fingernails were sharp, as she dug them into my back and ripped away, drawing blood in several places. In my entire life, I had never seen a girl so wild and passionate. Even my sister Janice, at the very moment of orgasm didn't react with so much gusto, with so much vitality.
"I love you Bobby," she cried. "Do you love me too?"
"Of course I do," I replied. I mean, how could I help loving her? Anyways, even if I didn't love her, I probably would have told her that I did just for the effect. After all, girls like to be reassured, or some such thing.
"How much do you love me?" she asked again.
"I love you a whole lot," I replied, still fingering her cunt while I kissed her soft, warm face. Her hair was slightly disheveled, as she shook her head back and forth, responding to my sensual manipulations.
"Would you do something for me?" she asked.
"What?"
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," she continued. "But I would appreciate it very much if you would do it for me, just to prove how much you really do love me."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, a bit puzzled. I could see that she was a bit embarrassed about her request, which was the reason that she was so hesitant.
"Well," I said again. "What do you want me to do to you? I'm game for anything. Really, I am."
"Then Bobby, would you kiss me down there?"
"What?"
"My girlfriend Francine says that her boyfriend Thomas kisses her on her cunt before he fucks her. I would like you to do that to me, if you don't mind. I've been thinking about it all afternoon. I was wondering what it would be like to have you kiss my hole. I hope that you don't mind."
"Of course I don't," I replied eagerly. I couldn't believe my ears. Here she was, asking me to suck on her pussy and she was afraid that I might reject her. I wondered if she could realize what a treat it would be for me? I was only too happy to fulfill her request.
I immediately got down on my knees, just like a dog. Stephanie squated over me, with her legs spread-eagled, so that I had a rather generous view of her raw, swollen cunt. Her clitoris was tingling like a time bomb, and the drape-like folds of her labia were slick with syrupy juices.
"Come closer," I motioned, circling my hands around Stephanie's buttocks, pulling her cunt to my mouth. Soon my face was nuzzled directly against her fragrant snatch, and I could smell the sweet aroma that emanated from the hole within. I began to tremble and ache with raw, uncontrollable desire as I drove my tongue up against the red slit of Stephanie's cunt. First I licked the swollen red lips, and then the moist wet cavern further up.
My tongue darted in and out of her vagina like a dancing snake, brushing against the churning walls of her womb in a most delightful manner. I played with her teasingly, fanning the flames that were already burning inside of her body, making them grow hotter and hotter.
"Oh Bobby ! ! ! Sweet, sweet Bobby! ! ! ! " she cried, as I grabbed her clitoris with my lips. I gave it a few good, hard sucks, applying an exhilarating friction to its slippery surface. I bit on it with my teeth, and chewed away on it till I could see that Stephanie couldn't take any more. It was time for me to fill her box all the way up to the brim. like a good little trooper, I did my duty.
I pulled Stephanie down to the floor, and rolled on top of her. She did whatever I wanted her to do. First I kissed her on the mouth. There was quite a bit of pussy juice still on my lips, and I made her taste it. It was as though she was licking herself by proxy, as she licked her own dripping off of my mouth.
"It's very sweet," she sighed.
"So are you," I replied. "You're the sweetest thing that I ever did taste."
"Really?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die," I answered. "I've never, ever met a girl like you before. You're so soft and so warm that I can hardly stand it."
"Oh Bobby, I'm so happy that you like me."
I laughed, kissing her face again, nibbling at her throat and at the erogenous regions of her neck and shoulders. I even kissed her armpits, and the very tips of her fingers, as I eagerly prepared for the sacred moment of sexual contact. Soon, after several seconds, I pushed my knee between her creamy white thighs, and I spread her legs wide apart. Then I reached down, underneath her with my hands. I grabbed hold of the cheeks of her soft little behind, and I squeezed them tenderly, gently. Then I lifted her up a little bit, and I launched my missile between her loins. I could feel her body heat warm the sensitive flesh of my genitals. My testicles trembled, and my scrotum quivered in eager anticipation.
Stephanie whimpered like a child, as I pressed my hard, throbbing cock up against the creamy mound of her soft cunt. I gently nuzzled my way inside of her, past the labial lips at the entrance. She was nice and tight inside, and I could tell that she hadn't been fucked too many times before. Although she had told me earlier in the day, at the cafeteria, that she was a virgin, it was clear to me that she wasn't. Of course, some girls lose their cherry when they masturbate, but I was pretty sure that Stephanie had lost hers the way it was meant to be lost-in bed with a guy. I didn't feel jealous or anything like that. I only felt slightly disappointed in her. I mean, why the hell did she have to go and tell me that she was a virgin, when she actually wasn't. I hate girls who lie. For that matter, I hate men who lie also.
As I worked my shaft into Stephanie's cunt, I continued to blow sweet kisses into her ear. I moved back and forth inside of her nest, slow at first, and then much faster. Soon I was traveling at locomotive speed, jabbing her with my horn, driving it in a rhythmical pattern.
At first, Stephanie was passive, lying on the floor quietly, with her legs spread apart and her cunt completely motionless. But after several moments, she became more active, responding to my motions with motions of her own. Her hips and pelvis began to gyrate to the sexual music that pounded in her brain. The teeth of her cunt grabbed hold of my hard prick, yanking at it in a most delightful manner. She applied an exhilarating friction to its surface, pulling at it, beating it and chewing it with great vigor and gusto.
The two of us rolled around on the hard wooden floor, locked in the sweet embrace of love. My hard phallus remained imbedded in her pit, and she held onto it tightly, not letting it go for a single moment. I felt as though she was trying to rip it off, take it away from me and keep it inside of her forever. It was as though she was trying to suck me deeper and deeper into her womb, until I was completely lost.
"Oh Bobby," she cried. "Fill me up. Make me feel like a real woman. Oh please, I beg you. Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me like I've never been fucked before! ! ! "
The churning whirlpool of her passions continued to eat away at my meat, at my raw, burning hot cock. Suddenly, without any warning, she began to gasp. Her arms tightened around me as she prepared herself for the sweet moment of orgasm. Her heart was beating at a superhuman pace. It was so loud that I was afraid that it would burst right through her chest. She arched her back and threw back her head. Her face was dripping with sweat, and her hair was damp.
"Are you almost there?" I asked, very carefully continuing my manipulations.
"Yes," she screamed. "Just a few more minutes. That's all it's going to take."
She was true to her words, because just a moment later her entire body began to rock with convulsions. She trembled and quivered, as wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure traveled along the length of her spine, spreading out like a warm glow to every nook and cranny of her trembling flesh.
"I'M COMING," she cried, digging her fingernails deep into my back. Just at that moment, I began to experience the beginnings of my own orgasm. I bit my lips so hard that they almost began to bleed. My muscles tightened, like the strings of a bow, to the very limits of their capacity. I tried not to think about what was happening; I tried to ignore the ecstasy that was engulfing me. But it was no use. I couldn't hold myself back for another second.
Suddenly I gave out a wild, animal yell as the flood began to shoot out of the tip of my cock. The hot white cream spilled out of me in short, machine-gun bursts, gushing into Stephanie's eager young body. I continued to ejaculate for several moments more. Soon I was exhausted, completely empty. I fell back, and closed my eyes.
"How do you feel?" asked Stephanie.
"Tired," I replied. "And you?"
"I feel great," she replied. "I didn't know that sex could be so absolutely heavenly."
I continue to lie on top of Stephanie for about fifteen or twenty more minutes, with my flaccid penis implanted within her. Finally I pulled out of her, and rolled onto the floor.
"We better get dressed," I said. "Your mother will be coming home soon."
"First let me kiss you," replied Stephanie. She bent over and kissed my stomach and belly. Then she moved her thick, sensuous lips over my soft, droopy organ and she swallowed it into her mouth. It was a bit sticky with goo, so she licked it clean with her tongue. Then she reached underneath and kissed each of my balls.
"You know Bobby," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I'm kind of fond of you."
The two of us got dressed several moments later, and we sat down on the couch in the living room and watched some television. Stephanie made me stay for supper, although I didn't real feel like it. Afterwards we sat out on the porch and talked about various things.
When I went home, later that night, I was whistling a very happy tune. The incestuous thoughts that had troubled me earlier that day were like a faraway dream.