Chapter 8
The boys came home just as I finished telling my mother everything that had happened to me in the past few weeks and we quickly cut the conversation short to put on smiling, innocent faces for them. Mason gave her an anxious glance but she assured him everything was all right with a wink. Jerry was still mad at me but he knew better than to tell the whole family. I figured he'd probably catch me later and deliver a stern lecture.
Later, when we were preparing dinner and the boys were hanging out in the living room watching TV, my mother gave me some advice: "I don't mind what you do, Wanda," she said, "but you have to be careful with your father. This is only a suspicion, mind you, so don't take it too much to heart, but I think he's got a crush on you and that makes him as protective of your virtue as he is. One more thing—don't try to lure Mason into your bed. I don't want to be competing with my own daughter."
"I promise. But don't you think Daddy would understand? I mean, if you were to tell him that I'd grown up, in a subtle way, wouldn't he begin to see it my way?"
"Perhaps, but why take chances? He might as easily lock you into your room after school and then you'd have no chance. I'll work on him but it may take time."
"Time," I sighed. "I've wasted so much of it already. Besides, I've just met this kid at school who really satisfied me and I can hardly wait to try again with him."
"Just be discreet about it, honey," said my mother. That was easy for her to say but she didn't know that Jerry was a veritible bloodhound when it came to sniffing out my secrets. I would have to deal with him soon. Once the whole family was on my side, Dad couldn't hold out much longer. It had to be that night, in fact, because I was determined to see Al the next day.
As expected, he took me aside after dinner and told me he wanted to have a talk with me. I put him off till later. "Come to my room when the others are in bed, Jerry," I pleaded, "or else they might get wind of what's going on. Will you do that for me?"
"I ought to tell them what a tramp you are," he snorted, "but okay, I'll do it your way."
Once more I found myself in my room waiting for a happy event. Even though it was far from certain that Jerry would fall victim to my allures, I allowed myself the luxury of imagining how it would be with him. I had seen him play football and in that game his technique was one of applying brute force in strategic places, which was just how I liked my men to play. But even with those anticipated thrills warming me I couldn't dispel the anxiety that surrounded this venture. What if he refused me? Then he would know I liked sex and he would guard me all the more jealously. This was an all-or-nothing deal and I much preferred to have a few loopholes in my situations.
I covered my nakedness with a single sheet when I heard him knock on the door and smoothed it down over the contours, especially between my legs. He came in wearing his striped pajamas, the top buttoned up high, the bottom held in place with a cord. Jerry was decent even when he was asleep! The only trouble with old-fashioned pajamas was that the fly was designed by a woman who didn't know that cocks dangled. With every step that split in the material widened and narrowed, revealing a shaded area that fascinated me. As he rounded the corner of my bed a beam of light fell on that shady patch and for a second I glimpsed his brown cock, thick and heavy-looking. I'd get that big sausage of his into my mouth if I had to orally rape him!
"Now then," he said, sitting on the side of my bed, "what was going on between you and that skinny runt?"
"Nothing," I shrugged, doing my best to keep an eye on the crotch of his pajamas in case that big dong made a return appearance. "It was just like I told you, he was helping me find my ring."
"That'd better be the truth," Jerry said threateningly, "or I'll crush his head the next time I lay eyes on him. You tell me if any guy says the wrong thing to you, I'll take care of him."
"There's something in this that I don't understand," I said in a calm voice, "and that is: Why are you so concerned with my virginity? After all, I may no longer have it."
He turned bright red at that. "What?" he yelled, turning to me, his big hands clenching into awesome fists. "Say that again!"
"Ssshhh!" I cautioned. "There are people sleeping in this house. Just control yourself. I'm no longer a virgin and the guy who did it could bend you into a pretzel. You'll just have to learn to live with that, Jerry."
For an instant I thought he'd murder me. He glared at me the way a bull regards a red cape and his breathing came in hot snorts. But slowly he managed to subdue his temper and then he looked rather forlorn. "How did it happen?" he asked in a normal tone of voice. "Did you want it to happen?"
"I sure did." During his fit of anger his big cock had slipped out of his pajama pants and now was on full display. I hadn't seen a dick that size before! Soft as it was, I guessed it to be close to six inches. What would happen if it expanded? To make sure he wouldn't become aware of his exposure, I shaded my eyes as if against the light but actually to hide my eyes from him. An all-day sucker if I'd ever seen one. And with his brute strength ... it made me shiver just to think of it! That fat, knotted knob, the stem that was as thick as a boy's arm, all that manhood jamming into my tight pussy, it would just destroy me! In the ensuing silence I measured it with my eyes, tasted it, felt it, squeezed it, in my mind, and my pussy ran over in its witless ecstasy. All that juice had to be staining the sheet where it was tucked into my flesh but that suited my purposes to a T. Let him see me for what I was! Perhaps it would give him a few good ideas.
"I don't believe it," he muttered finally. His big head hung low as he tried to resign himself to my fallen condition. "Why would you want to go and do a thing like that? Haven't we all tried to do the best for you?"
"It's not that," I said, unable to keep the quaver of excitement out of my voice. "I'm a woman, Jerry, and women have desires, too. The only difference is that you get erect and I get wet. Don't you understand that yet?"
"Don't talk like that!" As he said it he caught sight of his exposed cock and hastily tucked it back inside. Now he was blushing out of embarrassment instead of anger, and my heart went out to him. The vulnerable side of him attracted me as much as the gorilla side. I wanted to take him into my arms and cuddle him, and then fuck and suck him into oblivion! "You shouldn't say things like that," he repeated.
"Did you want my virginity, Jerry?" I asked softly. That was the trump card, and I half expected another explosion. To my surprise, he fixed me with a doleful stare and nodded.
"It's crazy," he said. "I guess there's something wrong with me, but no girl seems as beautiful to me as you are. I date them but they don't do anything for me. Perhaps I ought to see a shrink."
"Or perhaps you should give in to your desires," I suggested.
"No, no, that'd be wrong." That dogmatic note was back in his voice. He wasn't going to be an easy mark. There was no point in telling him now this whole family had dipped into incest at one time or another, in one way or another. At this stage he was likely to run amuck if he learned the truth. I kept quiet and waited for him to sort his own mind out. "I don't go for that. Some things are good and some things are bad, and incest is bad. That much I know for sure."
'That might be an ironclad idea," I said, decisively throwing the sheet off my body, "but it has feet of clay. Look at me, Jerry. Don't you want me? I want you! God, do I want you! Here I am, yours for the taking!"
He turned his gaze toward me cautiously, as if afraid it would burn his eyes to see me naked. Once they alighted on me, however, they moved over every part of me very slowly, flickering with lust. He wanted me all right, but he was afraid of something. If he'd been outraged by my brazenness he would have long left the room.
"No," he said dully, "I can't do it. I'd never be able to face myself again." And still he remained at the foot of my bed, his eyes peering into the crack of my pussy as if he wanted to tunnel his way into me. He wanted me but he couldn't face me. That was easily fixed. I turned over on my stomach and presented my ass to him, legs well apart to keep his eyes focused. At first I wriggled about a bit to get him horny but then I realized it confronted him to have me try to seduce him. So I lay perfectly still and listened to the silence.
Minutes ticked by. Jerry wasn't going anywhere. I could feel his eyes boring into my pussy and it made the fluid ooze out in abundance. What did it take to get him to move? Or rather, what could I do to get him started? If he wanted me to be inert I'd pretend to go to sleep; that way, if nothing happened, I'd at least get the forty winks that were my due. Having had some practice at this charade previously, I soon had my breathing down to a regular level, and occasionally made little smacking sounds with my lips. I even twitched my body in the way that sleeping people do. In fact, my pretence was so effective that I actually started to doze off!
That was the key to his heart all right. His hand made contact with my foot, timidly at first, gaining courage as I failed to respond. He caressed both my feet, both ankles, and worked his way right up my calves before he stopped to take off his pajamas. I felt tranquil, a warm anticipation mingling with my drowsiness. Now he began to kiss my feet, snuggling into the insteps, sucking at my toes. I hadn't considered my feet as erogenous zones prior to that but it felt awfully nice. He took his time over them, too. Slowly he licked around my ankles and in between my toes, his heavy breathing attesting to his enjoyment of my extremities. But I knew my pussy dominated his vision. Those eyes bored into my moist crack like rapiers, their fine points tantalizing me nearly to death! This was a real test of self-discipline. I had to lie still, like a cat stalking an unwary bird, yet everything in me cried out to join in.
His big hands were locked about my ankles, slowly spreading my legs wider and wider, and still he kept brushing his lips against my feet. I began to snore a little to encourage him. He moved higher, boldly exploring my calves, nuzzling into the backs of my knees, and his hands almost—not quite—touched the hairs of my cunt. I could sense the proximity and felt my labia pulsing with powerful needs. Why didn't he just grab me and fuck me? But that wasn't his way. Ever so slowly he made his way up the inside of my thighs, savoring every square inch of flesh separating his mouth from my anxious snatch. He had my legs as far apart as they could go and I could just imagine the sight down there—my cunt all pink and moist, pried open like an oyster with tiny pearls of juice just waiting to adorn his tongue. Only inches to go. I snored louder to let him know he was getting away with his stealthy rape.
At last I felt the tip of his tongue flick at the tender flesh between my pussy lips, and at once a shuddering thrill ran through me. Jerry paused a moment, probably alarmed, so I smacked my Hps, sighed, and turned over on my back. Of course I took care to keep my legs open, but my eyes were shut and one arm rested over my face to shield me from the light. Convinced that I wasn't awake, he pressed his lips against my labia and wormed his tongue deep into my yawning hole. As if that wasn't enough, his cock happened to brush against my leg and the size of it nearly made me sit up in astonishment. No one was that big! But when I peered out from under my arm I saw that it was true, true, true!
He stopped and reached up over my head. A flash of panic hit me: Had he seen me looking? No, he was just turning off the light. Jerry had his problems but I was willing to go along with them. Besides, his plan suited me fine. He wanted his dick sucked but he didn't want to see me doing it. His knob bumped into my face just as he returned his mouth to my cunt, and in abject gratitude I opened wide and tried to take all of him inside. That was impossible. His knob slid in between my lips and got stuck there. I thought he'd give me lockjaw but I soon discovered the flexibility of the body. By licking and wetting his glans thoroughly I managed to get another inch in, and then another—and then, when he sucked my whole cunt into his mouth, two more inches sank down my throat due to sheer abandon!
He ate me and I ate him, both of us working more and more of the other into our faces and losing ourselves in the process. Where other men vibrated, Jerry throbbed, great pulses of lust that made my eyeballs spin about in their sockets. And where other men licked, Jerry feasted! He sucked my cunt up against his teeth, released it, stuck his tongue up into it, and then sucked it back in, each suck devastating me more. He was in love with my cunt and I loved him for it. But I could only concentrate on my nether pleasures for moments, in between coping with his great dong. Even though I was stuffed with it, I hungered for more, licking and sucking, moving my head back and forth to get it in there, packing more meat into my mouth than I thought would fit into my cunt. And when I had reached the absolute limit of my intake, Jerry's powerful stomach tightened and he thrust the rest into my mouth.
I had to suck up the air through my nostrils to keep alive and my mind was doing loop-the-loops in its panic, but it was worth it. His balls were draped against my chin and his heavy pubic bush smothered me, surrounding me on all sides with the feel and smells of his masculinity. And that greedy mouth of his kept chewing into my cunt, stimulating all its parts at once to set up huge waves of ecstasy that formed whirlpools in my belly and sucked me under many times for new kinds of climaxes. I would have been happy to remain impaled that way for the rest of the night, only big brother had more ideas. His cock pulled out from its warm, wet confines slowly, leaving me with a void that couldn't be filled. Then, placing his strong, heavy body on top of mine, he directed his mighty weapon at my quailing pussy and pressed his attack home, all the way.
My mouth was bigger than my cunt. Searing flashes of pain erupted as he stretched my flesh to its limits and beyond. It felt like a donkey had mounted me! I hugged him in desperation and, buried my face in his neck for fear I might scream. He was a total lover, overwhelming, overslung, and certainly oversexed. The moment his glans pried my cunt lips apart I knew I was in for the pounding of a lifetime.
I got ready for the ride by wrapping my legs around his waist and resting my hands on his ass. Slowly the great piston worked its way in and out of my pussy, probing deeper every time. Already the itch was getting scratched and responded by purring. That thick knob of his drove right up to the end of the tunnel and still there was more to come. "Oh, Jerry," I whispered, kissing him and squeezing his muscular buttocks, "you're too big, too big!"
"Shut up," he muttered, intent only on shoving his meat into my body. It was pure pain to accommodate him but the line that separates pain from pleasure no longer existed. They mixed like water and water, to the point at which his breaking my nose would have made me come like a cannon. The weight of his body crushed me and the tart, stifling odor of his armpits took my breath away; but I loved it, I loved it! I began to breathe bis smell in, savoring it for what it was, the scent of an animal in heat. And the weight of his body became a giant's caress that made my tits sing with pleasure and my cunt open up wider in deference to all that potency. Then he withdrew his cock all the way and slammed it back up me, providing me with the kind of pain that's usually reserved for childbirth. I came. I came again, again, and then it all turned into itself for a climax of royal proportions. I pressed my mouth hard against his flesh to muffle the screams that were welling up deep in my belly.
Jerry fucked us both to a standstill. He couldn't come, for some reason. It occurred to me later, when he lay beside me sweating and catching his breath, that he might well be worried about getting me pregnant. Since no man deserved to blow more than my oldest brother that night, I decided to make the supreme sacrifice for him. In the dark I reached down to my pussy and began to spread my fluids down further, massaging them into my asshole and rotating my finger in it at the same time. It was a pleasant feeling, very relaxing, and I kept at it until my asshole was wide open. Then, seizing his hard, oily dick, I squatted over him and gingerly brought his knob up to that tiny puckered hole in my rear. Of course it was impetuous to try this when my pussy had barely been able to contain so much manliness, but I remembered the wild thrills Will had given me from back there on the wreck and that spurred me on to at least try it.
He realized what I was doing soon enough when the nervous ring of muscle closed about his knob. It must have been like a tight elastic band for him because he was like a telephone pole to me. But I persevered, carefully riding down over it, taking it piece by piece. When his glans was firmly trapped inside I let go of his cock and spread my cheeks out as far as they would go, bending over his prostrate body and almost sobbing with pain. No, no, it couldn't be done! My ass burned and stretched, my flesh straining under the effort of encompassing so much cock. It wasn't possible! And yet more of his dick squashed inside me.
"Oooohhh" I heard him groan. "Jesus Christ! That feels great! A little more, just a bit, that's the way, aaahhhh!" His body began to pitch in now, shoving his dick up my ass with tense, jerky movements just when I wanted a break to adjust to the situation. I couldn't breathe! His dick seemed to have pushed my spinal cord out of position and I was limp all over, supported only by his ingression of meat. Jerry worked at it until all of him was up there and I thought I'd faint. But it was in! From that point on it could only get better.
He grabbed me around the waist and twisted me around in a half circle. Inside me his cock chafed against sensitive areas, setting off tiny explosions of furious pain and pleasure. I let him manipulate me like a ragdoll, too preoccupied with the conflict of emotions taking place back there. When he had me facing away from him, he drew his legs back and lifted himself until we were both on all fours. One powerful arm supported me under my belly, the other came around my tits and completed the bind. Now I couldn't get away. I just had to enjoy it.
The sparce lubricant of my anal canal formed a film about his cock and my sphincters had either given up or had been distended beyond the range of their elasticity. I didn't care. The pain left and once more that violent, purging pleasure of ass fucking swept through my body. Tiny moans filled the room. Jerry's heavy, labored breathing mingled with it. And that big dick pumped in and out of my ass, no longer cautious but fucking it as though it were a cunt. What a difference this made! He sounded strangled, at the height of his enjoyment, and he couldn't keep a beat for the world. His dick poked into me hard, soft, sideways, upward, and I felt shudders course through his body as though he had a fever. I was done in a matter of seconds. The moment his cock had invaded my ass in full I had had to surrender. Whatever else he gave me was a bonus, ecstasies melting into one another.
I wanted him to blow, to fill me up with his essence, I wanted to hear him cry out in helpless bliss! It was hard to believe that this was the same man who had guarded my morality with inquisitional ardor for so long. Jerry, clean-cut, a good son to his mother, the squarest man in college, now whimpering like a puppy behind me as my tight asshole took its toll of his virility. Not long to go. His stroking became even more erratic, unpredictable, faster too, and the bear hug in which he held me became a strait jacket! I could feel his muscles tensing as if he had a body cramp, and then, with a last volley of quick stabs, he let go! A flood of wet warmth rushed up my ass, filled it, and ebbed back to drip out about his cock. That did it. We both cried out in jubilation and collapsed on the bed. More spurts of cream splashed into my inner sanctum but we were both out of reach, afloat in space.