Chapter 5

Now that Burt was out of the way it was flrne to start planning an attack on the other three. I wasn't too optimistic. Burt and I were close to begin with, but my older brothers still regarded me as a child, or so I thought. To make them look at me differently I took care to dress in my sexiest outfit that Sunday. It was a hot day, hot enough for me to put on a halter top that barely kept my tits covered and always threatened to let them bounce loose. I had a pair of short shorts in my wardrobe from when I was fourteen and now they fitted me so tightly I almost blushed when I saw myself in them. But it was all for a good cause.

Unfortunately, Mother was the first to notice me. "Wanda!" she exclaimed as I came down the stairs. "What in the name of fortune are you trying to look like, a hooker?"

The others all looked up at me, five pairs of male eyes boring into my body with the kind of scrutiny not normally associated with one's family. Judy looked too, but it no longer had any impact on her. "No, I'm just dressing down to keep up with the weather," I protested, but my voice was far from convincing.

"Go put on a dress," said my father, "and be quick about it."

Sulking, I went back to my room and changed into a miniskirt and a different top, with lime-green panties underneath. I'd catch their eyes one way or another. This time my outfit was approved of and I joined the others at the table. While spooning the cereal into my mouth I checked out my brothers one by one. Who should I try for next? Mason looked worn out. No doubt he'd been fucking all night, so he wouldn't be interested. Jerry looked forbidding, his crew cut bristling. His team must have lost the game. That left Will ... now how could I catch his attention? While I thought about it I absently put the spoon into my mouth and gazed at him thoughtfully. He looked up unexpectedly and caught me sucking at the spoon. At once he looked away, but not before his eyes had flashed his lust across to me. Good, he could well be a pushover.

I went back to eating but the image of his startled face stayed with me. Will was handsome and beautifully built. He was also much more experienced than Burt. Yes, he would be fun to seduce, I mused. But how would I ever get him alone? And after that, what approach should I use? I had no idea. After breakfast Burt and Judy slipped out of the house without anyone demanding to know where they were going. But just let me try to pull a stunt like that—they'd be down on me like a ton of bricks!

"I feel really unfit," Will said, stretching his splendid body and yawning. "Perhaps I'd better take a-run to the beach. Any of you slackers care to join me?"

"I'll go," I said, hearing opportunity knock.

"You! What's turned you into a fitness fanatic?" scoffed Jerry. "This girl gets pooped just from bending her elbow!"

"That's no reason to stay that way," I said heatedly. "This spare tire here has been worrying me, and exercise might be a good way to work it off."

"If that's a spare tire it'd have to be a tricycle tire." Dad quipped, looking at my waist.

"Anyone else?" said Will. "No? Okay, get your sneakers on, Wanda. We'll see how long you can keep it up."

"Can I wear those shorts then, Mom?"

"All right, if that's all you have to run in," she said grudgingly. "You better keep a close eye on your sister, Will, or she'll have men after her like dogs running after the butcher's truck."

I rushed upstairs and changed, still in doubt as to how Will could be approached but hopeful. He was running in place when I joined him and took off at once at a pace that mtimidated me. But the prospect of making love with him gave me fleet feet. All the way to the beach I stuck to his heels, taking the opportunity to observe the splendid motion of his small, tight buttocks as he ran ahead of me. Now and then I had to quickly tuck my tits back into my halter, and that excited me more. I was already supersensitive to the touch, a good indication that my body sensed new thrills in the offing.

"Oh, Will, stop a moment!" I gasped when we reached the beach. It was virtually deserted.

Most of the tourists gathered at a resort some ten miles further up, and on a hot day like this the locals preferred the shade of the woods around the lake. Will didn't want to stop at first, but when I let myself fall into the golden sand he came back and sat beside me.

"I told you you'd never keep up with me," he grinned. I said nothing. He looked very handsome in the sunlight, his hair almost white, his tan a nut brown. In the silence that followed our eyes met several times. It was always Will who dropped his first. I got the feeling he felt shy being alone with me, and that was puzzling.

"God, it's so hot!" I groaned, adjusting my halter with a certain abandon so he'd notice how much his little sister had grown lately. "I wish we'd brought our swimming things, then we'd be able to take a dip."

"We could always swim in what we've got on," he replied, gazing out over the flat surf.

"No, it wouldn't dry quickly enough. I guess a swim is out of the question."

"You've put an idea into my head," he said. I noticed him checking out the beach left and right, and peering back at the dunes as if to see if anyone was around. "Hey, Wanda, what do you say we do it Mother Nature's way?"

"You mean ... ?"

"Sure, what the hell, there's no one around to see us. And we could put our clothes at the waterline so if anyone does come by we can get at them in a hurry."

"Oh, Will, do you think we should? I mean, you know how Mom and Dad feel about us ... well, exposing ourselves to each other."

"Fuck 'em!' he said briskly and got to his feet. I followed him to the waterline and watched as he stripped off his shorts and jockstrap. Only when he was naked did he kick off his running shoes, still with his back toward me. The sight of his white, hard cheeks made me dizzy with desire. How I ached to touch him, to run my tongue along the lightly haired buttocks! But girls are trained to hide their feelings. Instead of attacking him, I pretended we were just brother and sister and that the other's body was meaningless to us. When I was naked he turned to me and his eyes slid along every part, every curve of my body, as palpably as two snails, drinking me in in silence. I couldn't help but see his dong, half hard, arching out of a shrub of hair to dangle within touching distance of my hands. My fingers twitched with eagerness but now I was holding back for a very different reason. It was obvious that he wanted me at least as much as I wanted him. The thing for me to do now was to let him take me.

I rushed away from him and dove into the surf, striking out to swim away from temptation. He followed me with a war whoop and caught up in no time. Will was a powerful swimmer, propelling himself through the undulating waters using all the strength of his powerful shoulders. I tried to go after him but suddenly I couldn't see him anymore. Then I felt something tickling my ass. The shock almost made me jump out of the water! I thought it was a jellyfish or a shark until I saw the shape of his body underwater. To keep up my pretense I tried to swim away, but his hand had a firm grip on me. And it was no longer my ass that he was caressing. He had my pussy right smack in the palm of his hand!

"Don't ever do that!" I cried when he came up for air. He said nothing, just dove again and felt me up all over. It felt delicious! I could have stayed in the water all day and enjoyed the touch of his hand, the way his fingers snuck into all my secret places, but the game had to be played to the full. I struck out in earnest now, swimming with long strokes toward the wreck which lay buried in the sea's bottom a few hundred yards out from shore. Will was after me right away but he wasn't interested in racing me. All the way to the wreck he fingered and tweaked my pussy, teasing me into a frenzy of lust. By the time I reached the rusting hulk all my limbs felt as though they were made of Silly Putty!

I hoisted myself over the side and took up a defensive position. Each time Will tried to come on board, I pushed him away or hit his hands with my fists. He was laughing and looking right at my pussy, all wet now and clearly visible. Finally he ignored my feeble defense and climbed on board to take me into his arms. In spite of the coolness of the ocean his cock was hard. I couldn't resist him anymore. The best I could do was be passive.

"Hey, will you look at this?" He let me go and walked over to the entrance of what had once been the bridge, to come back with a couple of blankets. "Someone with foresight put these here. I must thank him one day." He spread them out over the rusty deck and gestured for me to He on them. I shook my head.

"No, Will, you'll always regret this! Don't do it to me, please don't!"

"I want you, Wanda," he said, coming at me with all the resolve of a Sherman tank. "And I'm going to have you."

"No, no, you'll hate yourself if you do! It's not right, Will, and you know it. Come here, I'll give you a hand job if that's what you need—but don't make... love to me."

I'd never seen him look that way. The light of lust burned in his eyes and his mouth was set in a straight, grim line. His strong arms reached for me and pulled me hard against his body. I struggled a bit but he was far too strong. He forced me down on the blankets and started to kiss me in a way that could only be termed mouth-to-mouth rape. His lips were wet and insistent, crushing into me and opening my mouth up wide. That, along with his hard body on top of mine, was the last straw. I went limp and let him have his way.

He had me now and he knew it. There was nothing I could do. My body was at his disposal. Also, if he thought I'd tell my parents what had taken place, he'd probably be figuring on the worst, and if he was going to be punished to the maximum, then he might as well do the maximum to me. At least, I hoped that's what he was thinking.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time," he said, lying between my legs and caressing the lips of my pussy with one teasing finger. "Do you remember when we were little, Wanda, and we were playing on your bed one time? You were bouncing up and down in front of me and your little nightie rose right up over your snatch. You didn't have any hair on it then and I've never been able to forget that saucy little cunt of yours, never!"

"I didn't know," I said coldly.

"For years it's been on my mind," he went on, talking to himself now, "and finally I've found it again. It hasn't changed much, just as succulent as ever and just as chubby as it was then." His finger parted my cunt lips and he peered inside. "Yeah, that's it," he sighed, "just as I imagined it would look. You know something, Wanda? Whenever I'm fucking some girl and I feel my cock getting soft, I always think back to your pussy. I guess that's because it was the first one I ever saw."

"I guess so," I said, still cold but inadvertently opening my legs a little further. His finger was devastating me slowly, rubbing all the inner erogenous zones and working into my pussy hole, making it nearly impossible for me to lie still. I felt great bubbles of passion rising in my belly, bubbles that would accumulate until I'd have to cry out just to relieve the tension. And yet I didn't want him to know how I loved the sensations he produced in me. I wanted him to think he was brutalizing me!

"You don't know the number of times I've watched you through key holes," he went on, rubbing his cheek against the inside of my thigh. "Every time you took a shower and there was no one around I'd be there, sometimes opening the door a crack to see around the shower curtain. But you always had your back turned to me so I never had a chance to get used to that delicious pussy of yours. Damn, I don't care if you tell everyone about this. I'm just happy to have it in my hand right now."

"We shouldn't be doing this," I insisted.

"Stop saying that." He kept on running his finger up and down my slit until I came very close to screaming. How much could a girl take? His other hand reached out and started to fondle my tits one by one. I held my hands over my mouth so that no moan could escape. He was doing everything right. His fingers titillated my nipples until they were burning with bliss! I kept my body taut to stop from making rude motions. Will didn't seem to notice. He certainly didn't care. He was just fixated on my cunt, breathing in its fragrance, parting the labia to take in the pink inner lips, and at one point he withdrew his hand from my tits to open me right up with both thumbs. He must have seen how wet I was then, but I maintained my cold front with admirable tenacity. Let no one say I don't have self-control! I loved him to look at my cunt and I wanted him to eat it, finger it, rub it, and especially fuck it! But I'd be the last one to tell him so.

"You know it's wrong," I said and my voice sounded very strange to me, kind of strained and off key.

"Will you shut up about that!" He was getting angry, which was all the more reason to insist on my point of view.

"We'll both feel horrible about this later and you know it'll be your fault. Stop it now, Will, and we won't ever think about it again. All right?"

"I'll tell you what well do now!" His face was red with fury as he shifted over toward my other end. "We're going to do as I say! And I say: shut up!"

"But, Will!"

"Shut up, I said!" He drove his hard cock into my mouth like a gag and promptly went down on me. In my mind I shouted with joy but I refused to do anything with that big cock. Holding it was enough fun, anyway. He was much thicker than Burt, browner too, and so hard I was afraid it would pop at any minute. His ass stared me right in the face from just above his ball sac, a pleasing sight, yet I didn't touch him there either. He was sucking at my clitoris with all his might and my innards were reeling with joy. And when he found I wouldn't suck him off he began to pump into me, slowly sliding his cock in and out of my mouth and going deeper with each thrust. Just to see how far he'd go, I gagged loudly and pushed him away. "That's disgusting!" I cried.

Now he was really in a rage. "Disgusting, is it, you goddamned vestal virgin!" he roared, lifting me up in his strong arms and turning me over on my belly. "We'll see how disgusting I can get. Take this, you fucking prude!"

He brought one arm up under my belly so that my orifices were in line with his threatening cock, and I closed my eyes to savor the sweet anticipation swirling through me. At any moment now his cock would plunge into my pussy and propel me back up into dreamland. I could hardly wait for that excruciating moment of pain when his fat knob would buffet my hole. But Will had a little surprise in store for me. Instead of going for the hole that yearned and drooled for him, he decided to opt for the other one.

A bolt of fear flashed up from my asshole when I felt his knob bump into the nervously contracting muscles down there. He couldn't be serious! But he was. "I'm not going to take your virginity, if that's what you're worried about," he growled. "What kind of a brother do you think I am? I'll just take you from behind."

Very considerate of him, to rip my ass open instead of doing that to the hymen he thought I still possessed. Only the thought of what I'd have to tell my diary consoled me to my lot. I rested my face on my arms folded before me and set my teeth to await the pain. When it came I was far from prepared for it. His knob wasn't half in and already my ass felt like it was on fire! "No, Will, please!" I begged, sincere now. "I'm too small for that big thing of yours!"

"Then I'll make you bigger." His hands parted my cheeks as far as they would go and the next thing I felt wasn't his dread dick but something wet and soft. A sigh of relief welled up in me and I relaxed at once. His tongue slithered around my asshole enticingly, to make it want to open up rather than close down. The tip touched me right in the middle of the spot now and then, sending shivers up my spine and causing me to poke my ass up greedily. His thumbs were at either side of the expanding hole, tugging and flexing my flesh, working in cooperation with his devilish tongue to make me crave him so much that my anus became bigger by the minute. Now he had part of both thumbs inside me, still moving up and down to relax the sphincter muscles. It didn't hurt anymore but it wasn't exactly heavenly either. Everything was in suspense. His tongue would thrill me for a second but after that I had to cope with a queasy sensation.

Will seemed to have developed a fixation on my asshole now. He didn't bother with my pussy no matter how it slavered and begged for action. I was just grateful that he hadn't disemboweled me, so I lay still and waited for him to be done. His tongue ululated inside my asshole to send more prickling pleasures through my body, and when he withdrew he jammed both thumbs into that formerly tiny anus, which surprised the hell out of me. Not only did they fit, but they felt nice up there! A vague yearning began to make itself felt, a yearning for a cock about his size to move all the way in.

At last he managed to satisfy his oral lust and once more he lined his cock up with my ass. Nothing frightened me at this point. I held my breath and waited ... the first bump was soft, exploratory, but he didn't move back. Instead he pressed and, like a shell too large for the breach, slipped it into me. So much for my cool! I let out a wail that expressed everything but pain. A new dimension of ecstasy had been introduced into my life, and I bent over further to deliver all of my ass to him. Will pushed on, one continuous movement forward that brought half of his dick into my ass. I couldn't breathe! It felt as if

I was sliding down a telephone pole and it got stuck against my lungs. Nor could I talk, or I would have begged him to take five.

Like the cavalry coming to the maiden's rescue, my asshole secreted its own moisture which lubricated his cock to the point at which he could get the rest in. It was only nerves now that kept my sphincters gripping the base of his cock as though it wanted to throttle it. Will stopped, breathing harshly and sweating against my back. The pressure must have been too much for him. A minute later he started up again, pulling his cock back until only the head of it was still inside, hovering there briefly, and then plunging in with such force that I let out another war whoop. God, this was beautiful. His every thrust produced a maelstrom of pleasures inside me that threatened to erupt right through my skin! I yelled and cried, bit into my arm, doing everything to give vent to these pent-up passions, but they kept right on building up until suddenly, as if discharged by a lightning rod, it all flooded out of me and left me hot and empty, pure bliss.

In the doldrums of my orgasms I heard Will laboring behind me. He puffed like a steam engine, slowly easing his cock out, shoving it back up me, clutching at my tits like they were control devices, and muttering to himself. "Beautiful," I heard him say, "fucking beautiful! Oh, baby, we're going to have to do this often!"

I was lucid enough to know that this wasn't part of the plan. What he was doing was indeed beautiful, but I figured any man possessed of the urge and owning a cock his size could do the same for me. No, this was Will's last ride on this hobby horse ... unless, of course, he forced me again before we could get off this wreck. New springs of delight welled up deep down in my ass, spreading and growing hotter, infecting every nerve in my body with a fever that could only be cured by a hammer-and-tongs orgasm. I hoped he wouldn't fail me. Fingering your pussy after someone left you high and dry is one thing, but I couldn't see myself writhing around on the blanket with my hand up my ass. Still, anything was possible, and it became more so as he went on fucking me. His cock bumped into the most extraordinary pleasure zones in there, harsh and intense pleasures that mounted up rapidly to form the bases for harsh and intense climaxes. One popped off like an explosion of TNT, the next was more like an electric shock, and still he kept on plowing into me.

I didn't know how much time had passed since he'd started to fuck me up the ass, but I did know that the more he fucked me the less resistance my sphincters had to offer, and that he'd been at it for a long time. I started to feel less. He might as well have been fucking my pussy with a match stick. Besides, my body had had its share of orgasms. My innards were tranquil, still glowing, but it would take fresh thrills to ignite them again. Yet Will kept on going, fucking me left and right, and squeezing my tits till they burned with pain. With a mighty effort I bore down on my ass and contracted the muscles as hard as I could. That got him going. At once he began to grunt and his cock shafted me more quickly. I pressed down harder, gritting my teeth, and bingo! A hot douche of sperm blew up in my ass, washing away the aches he'd caused me and lulling me into a kind of sexual reverie. He shrank out of me soon after and we lay on the blanket gazing up at the blue sky without exchanging a word.

"It's time we got back," I said at long last.

"Let them wait for us," he said. "What's the hurry?"

"I want to go home, Will. God only knows what you'll do to me next if I stay here with you."

"You won't tell them, will you?" he asked suddenly. He raised his torso on one elbow and looked into my face with anxiety. "Promise you won't."

"If you promise not to try it with me again," I said, and then added, "and if you promise not to guard me everywhere I go."

"It's a deal." We shook on it and then he got up and dived over the side to head back for the beach. I followed him, swimming as hard as I could to keep up with him. By the time I reached the beach he was already walking around, looking very concerned.

"Where are our clothes?" I asked, but he just shook his head and peered up and down the beach. They were nowhere to be seen. The tide was still ebbing, so they hadn't been washed away. That left only one possibility, and that possibility turned out to be the correct one when a couple of guys appeared on top of the dunes with our clothing in their hands. They were young kids, fifteen or so, but there were three of them, which made the odds look bad.

"Hey, sweetheart!" they yelled at me. "You want your clothes back? Then come and get them!"

I hid behind Will and covered up my vital parts. Nasty little brutes, I thought, what did they have to come and spoil our fun for? "You'd better get them back here!" Will yelled. "Because if you don't I'm going to smash your little faces!"

"Big talk!" they replied, coming closer, their eyes fixed on me. "You better leave us alone with your girlfriend or you'll be the one getting hurt."

Will was truly pissed and I was frightened. I didn't like the look of them at all. They were tough kids and I could read in their piggy eyes what they had in mind for me. The last tiling I wanted was to be used as a practice board by those ruffians. "Let's run for it," I whispered as they neared us. "We can always say we were robbed at gunpoint, Will."

"Fucking little pricks!" he muttered, and even in my panic I couldn't help but notice that he was right. They had on their swimsuits and there wasn't enough meat among those potatoes to make picking worthwhile. "Give those clothes back to me right now or it's all over," he told them. The kids jeered at him and waved our garments just out of his reach. I had never seen Will so mad. He exploded suddenly and turned into a threshing machine with fists on the ends of each flail. Kids fell in all directions, struggled up to get at him, and were knocked down again. He beat the shit out of them! I forgot to cover myself as I watched him whip their asses. Something was stirring in me, something deep and hidden even from myself. He gave one of the kids a bloody nose and suddenly I wanted him to make love to me as violently as he was beating them. One part of me said to refrain from suggesting it to him, it wasn't reasonable. The other part lusted for him with a bestial power that I couldn't resist.

The kids fled, leaving our clothes behind. Will turned to me and passed mine over but I didn't even try to take them. Instead I gazed at him with a longing so obvious that his cock jumped up like a released switchblade knife. He understood. Sweating, blood on his hands, a darkening bruise on his face, he faced me like a gladiator fresh out of the arena. And, letting his own clothes drop, he took me into his arms and kissed me. At the same time he reached behind me and parted my cheeks to open my pussy up for his lancelike cock. I melted in his arms, completely helpless. This was what I'd really wanted all along and now he was about to give it to me.

My pussy was still wet from the sea water and offered him plenty of resistance. But Will was now a fighter and a lover. His cock punched its way inside bit by bit, bringing down the juices to wash away the water and replace it with the graphite of sex. Pretty soon he had it right up me and there we stood, in the middle of the beach, one of my legs up and wrapped around his waist, the other teetering under me as it strained to give me support. I held on to his upper arms, rock-hard muscle under smooth skin, and bit into his neck as his big cock rode deeper and deeper into me. There was no pretending to be a virgin now, or even a kid sister. For that moment we were man and woman, lost in the jungle, rucking for the sake of lust.

Only when he couldn't support me any longer -did he put me down on the ground, but he didn't withdraw. His cock kept right on reaming me out, up and down with hard, sudden thrusts. And when I was on my back he was hunched over me, all his muscles straining to make this fuck the wildest and woolliest I'd had to date. He didn't last long but in that brief, violent screw he made me into a quivering jellyfish of pleasure!

"It won't happen again," he told me on the way home. I was leaning on him because my legs were still too weak to support me, and when he said that I got even weaker.

"Couldn't we make the cut-off date tomorrow?" I asked. "You don't have to make love to me again, but if you should want to I'll be available until the morning."

"Once more?" He looked happy and confused. "Wait a minute, Wanda, I've been thinking all along that you were a virgin, but obviously you're not. What's been going on behind my back?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just remember, Will, if you want me Fll be waiting for you in my room."

"Yeah, all right." I could tell he wanted to ask me who'd deflowered me and who'd been dipping into my pants since then, but he had the good sense to drop the matter. "It would only be fitting if we completed the tour, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"Back, front, and____" He winked and I knew what was on his mind. No man can resist a blow job, especially after he's acquitted himself so well in the other fields. Will would have his reward. In fact I offered him one there and then, but he demurred, preferring to wait until his cock had recovered from its exertions.

No one paid much attention to us when we returned. Dad and Judy were talking in the far corner of the living room, on the couch where Burt and I had celebrated his bar mitzvah, so to speak. The others were either in their rooms or watching TV. I found it curious that Dad and Judy should have so much to say to each other, especially since she and Burt had only fallen in love the day before. But I figured it titillated the old man to have a fresh young nymphet within grabbing range; and it probably excited Judy to have such a good-looking, urbane man paying attention to her. In any case, they weren't bothering anyone.

I went straight up to the bathroom to take a shower and to give way to the effects of Will's creamy enema. The result was so gratifying that I decided to have recourse to that kind of treatment more often in the future. It was a red-letter day for me in several ways: Two brothers had been knocked out of the running, I had discovered a second orifice in my body that could provide me with more pleasure than I could bear, and I had been fucked by a caveman. My diary would seethe when I imparted all this to it.

While I was drying myself, Will snuck into the bathroom and held a cautioning finger to his

Hps. He turned the shower on and flicked the occupied sign on the door into place. Apparently his cock had greater recuperating powers than I'd imagined. He got into the shower, however, which left me eating air. I sat down on the toilet cover and waited for him to give me the signal. Pretty soon the shower curtains parted slightly and a freshly washed, long, limp cock appeared. I jumped at it like a fish at bait! It looked delicious in its disembodied state, wet and soft and tasty, just what my mouth needed to bring the best out in it. My tongue ran around the shiny knob and lifted his cock up to my lips. Once inside it, my tongue wrestled for dominance, a contest that was decided when he got hard. Nothing could beat it now.

I got down on my knees and reached up to cling to the base of his hard cock, bringing my lips back so that they were closed around his knob, and I mauled his flesh with mine as if it were an all-day sucker. I couldn't tell if Will was enjoying this or not except by the hardness of his dick—and it was getting harder by the second! If only it was possible to suck cock while getting fucked, I reflected. There was something about it that made my pussy throb with a power all its own, the kind of desire that can only be stilled by a healthy outburst of sperm. But there was a different kind of need at work too, and to quiet that I reached down to my pussy with both hands and began to rummage around with abandon. I didn't care if I wasn't stimulating my clitoris directly. Just groping fulfilled all my desires.

Fingering myself and sucking at his cock, I forgot all about being in danger. Besides, the family had no reason to suspect that any funny business was going on. It had never happened before, so why should it happen now? I gave myself over to blowing him with all my heart, licking and nibbling, taking more and more of him into my mouth, savoring the throbbing, pulsing, virile member as much as I had when it was rooted up my ass or enlarging my pussy. The wonderful world of sex! Now it had been reduced to a single cock.

I couldn't even see his balls, let stand his body. Steam filled the bathroom, the shower drowned out any sounds we might have made, and in my imagination I saw Will standing there with his eyes closed and his mouth open, the water cascading down over his superb body, getting closer and closer to the climax I wanted him to have.

My lips tightened about his cock and ran up and down the full length of it. His skin was so smooth and wet that my mouth must have felt like a cunt to him. If only someone had thought to put a clitoris on a woman's top hp! Just a small one, like a beauty mark, that's all I wanted. Then I'd never do anything but give blow jobs! As it was, I rotated the top of one finger over the little nub embedded in the soft flesh of my pussy, which made up for that sad lack in away.

Will started to push his cock down my throat, a sure sign that he was close to his climax. I brought my lips back to just below his knob and sucked and nibbled more forcefully. There it came, the tracer bullet of sperm, a fat dollop of salty, creamy fluid that set all of my taste buds on edge. A moment later it was followed by large globs, and I came with my mouth full.