Chapter 12
Greg sighed and closed his eyes. Christ, he should have known. This was the Taylor family. like mother, like son, like daughter.
He dropped his hands to his sides as she immediately unzipped his fly. She reached inside and in a second his prick was whipped out and lying in her small fingers. She made some sounds deeply in her throat as she looked at it. "Golly, Mr. Eastman, you're really..."
Suddenly he was revolted and he slapped her hands away. "Go on, get out of here. This is filthy!"
She leaped back and tears sprang into her eyes. She bit her lips and nodded. "All right, you're the boss..."
"Yes," he blurted, reaching for her again, "I am the boss. Come here, you child woman. Come here, you know I can't get along without you."
She stood before him as he dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor. He wrapped his arms around her thin hips and his hands fastened on her buttocks. She wasn't large back there but she was firm and nicely formed. She'd look wonderful in a bikini-or naked.
He kneaded her bottom hard, pulling her up on her toes and into his face as he worked. His face was buried between her breasts and through the shirt he could feel her young heat. With his teeth he gnawed at the buttons until the shirt began to sag open and he could see inside.
She wore no bra, of course, and the young breasts were filling as he watched. Their nipples were already erect, pink and virginal, as though they had never been touched by human hands. Impossible!
He wormed his nose and then his face inside her shirt, and his mouth found a breast at once. He closed his lips over it and sucked hard. Diana gasped and wrapped her hands around his head, hugging him to her bosom.
"Oh, Mr. Eastman, that feels so good! You really don't know how good!"
He knew, all right, but he didn't have the time to really think about it and he sure as hell didn't want to discuss it. He was burning up and this punk of a kid was going to help him put out his fires. He wormed his face back and forth over her left breast and then he turned to the right one. He again Sucked a nipple until it was distended like a wooden golf tee.
The young girl gasped and sputtered with her chin resting atop his head. He released her bottom and used his hands to tear the shirt from her body, pulling it from her tightly packed jeans. He held her back and looked at her.
Yes, she was thin, but her shoulders were good, and by the time she was seventeen she would have proud breasts that would drive the high school boys crazy.
Even now they were burgeoning before his eyes as her breathing increased and her passion made them swell.
Again he kissed each one and then he was working at the button on her jeans. He got it open and the zipper surrendered without being told to. It slid down and her rusty pubic hairs blossomed out into the open under his gaze. They looked like burnished copper, beautiful, young, shining, stiff with youthful sex vigor.
He stared. "You're a beautiful child!"
"Thank you," she murmured in a sweet voice.
"No, I mean it."
"I know you do."
He pulled at her hips and the jeans slid down, unrolling as they unsuccessfully clung to her slim and smooth body. He jerked them to her knees and looked down into her brush. Yes; inside there were pink lips, delicate lips, not large lips, but they seemed to have a light of welcome shining in their depths. She was a child. She was also a woman.
He stripped the girl naked and she stood before him, hands at first clasped before her; and then she dropped them to her sides to show him that she was not afraid. He shook his head as he placed his finger directly in the middle of her little cunt. She shuddered, so he did it again.
"I like that."
He took the finger and pushed it into her brush, up between her lips until he had it well inside of her young body. Then he raised the finger behind the place where her upper lips were joined. There he found the little knot of muscle that was so important. In this child it seemed to be fully developed.
He ran his fingers across the knot, and Diana shuddered as though something had exploded deeply in her stomach. He wormed his finger over the knot for another minute until he saw that her knees were beginning to buckle. So he removed his finger.
She followed it, grasping it and lifting it to her lips where her small pink tongue licked it clean. Then she kissed the finger and pressed it into one of her nipples.
He giggled like a child himself.
She giggled right back as she slid her hips forward. He lowered his face and her box was walked right into his nose and mouth. He smelled the odor of musk. Yes, she was mature, all right. She was secreting generously, lubricating herself; making herself ready for anything he might do to her.
He buried his face in her crotch, again wrapping his arms around her. She hugged his head and murmured as he began to make slurping sounds.
"There my sweet baby...my sweet baby...my good baby...my baby who wants me to be so very close to him.. . "
He opened his mouth wide and his tongue shot out, up into the place where his finger had already been. He raked the tongue against the side of her cunt and she shuddered again as though he'd kicked her hard in her midsection. He raked the tongue back and forth, and then he raked it over the little button which was her seat of passion.
He worked it back and forth until the girl was staggering. She would have fallen if he hadn't had his arms wrapped around her buttocks and hips. He held on as she wobbled and then he was falling back. She was falling on top of him, but he held on tightly, and his tongue never left the inside of her gentle, young pussy.
He fell to his back on the floor and she sprawled over him, supporting herself on her elbows but with her legs spread wide and her distended cunt right over his mouth. He slurped on until her shudders reached a climax.
"Oh...I'm going to make it!"
And little Diana, the sweet redhead who was going to grow up to be just like her mother, did make it. She made it long, fast and hard. She shuddered from one end of her thin body to the other, squirming time after time, her pussy convulsing over his tongue and trying to pull it out by its roots. She wailed and pounded feebly on the kitchen floor as she expended her juices all over his face.
At last her strength began to wane and she allowed her forehead to rest on the floor, where it left a damp spot of sweat. She gasped for air and trembled slightly once or twice more as the final shocks of orgasm rippled through her frail frame.
She gasped one last gasp and rolled from her master. She lay looking at the light fixture in the ceiling for a few minutes and then she rolled to her side. He was lying face up, a mess. The child scrambled to her feet, ran water over a towel and wiped him clean.
Then she was kneeling over him, loosening his clothes, pulling the shirt from his pants. She removed his shoes and socks, and then she went to work at his belt. She fumbled with the buckle and then she had it open. She unzipped his fly and began to jerk. Greg tried to lift his hips to help her along with her chore.
She worked the pants to his knees and then she ripped open the snaps on his shorts. She giggled. "Gee, pretty new shorts, the ones Mrs. Eastman bought you downtown today."
He grunted his assent. They'd discussed his under-shorts just about enough over in 5-B.
She got everything down to his ankles and he helped kick them off. She tossed them aside and leaned back on her haunches to examine him. "Gee, you really look good down there. I didn't know you had so much."
Greg lifted his head and looked down, for some reason startled that they were both naked. All that flesh and, rising between them, that pole of his. It wasn't as long as David's but it might have been thicker. At any rate, he wasn't ashamed of it. He had plenty of muscle where it counted.
'It works, too," he boasted.
"Golly, I'll bet it does."
She leaned down and kissed his pole on the knob and he lurched. "Christ!"-"What?"
"This floor. It's colder than hell. Come on." He leaped up and grasped her by the hand.
They ran into the small living room and there he dropped into a deep overstuffed chair. She fell on her knees before him, sinking into the soft carpet, and her head at once came down to meet him again. She again kissed him on the knob and he gently grasped her ears. "You're beautiful. No guile. You know what to do and you go ahead and do it. I appreciate that."
She smiled up into his face. "I'm glad you do, Mr. Eastman."
She kissed him again, lips parted, and he gently raised his hips. She didn't pull away. She let him slip half of the knob between her lips and then she came down to take the rest of it inside. She hooked her teeth over the flange so that it couldn't escape, and then her tongue rasped over the tip.
Greg shuddered. Now he was being kicked in the belly by his tearing sexual emotions. His nerves were sitting up and humming a merry song. He wanted to come and come fast and, the way this girl was performing, it wouldn't take long.
She swished her tongue back and forth over his knob until he wondered if she were tearing the skin. Then she pulled her mouth away, but he wasn't disappointed for long. She began to lick his prick like a tabby cat, all up and down the shaft, down underneath to his balls, where she nibbled gently in the hairs until Greg wanted to grab her ears and scream.
Instead he made himself hold back, grit his teeth, and wait for what was sure to come.'Then she was back, sucking on the knob again, licking as she did so. He lifted his hips and slid a few inches up into her.
She looked up into his face and her eyes crinkled. She took just what he offered her and then she pushed her head down to take a little more. They did it this way for several minutes-him thrusting and then she doing the same-until he was all the way home. She had taken a large hunk of flesh into her head, but she'd managed to open her throat and let it trail all the way down. It didn't matter how much he might give her, she'd have accommodated him.
She began to pull, suck and bob her head up and down. It didn't take long for she had an educated mouth and throat. It felt to Greg as though there were a thousand tiny hands down in there, each pulling at his prick, massaging the knob, pinching the shaft, until he felt as though a school of piranha was nibbling on him.
The sensation was electric and it was only seconds before he began to come. He was almost surprised he had anything left, after what Sigrid had doite to him, but he managed to pull up and then spurt a healthy glob of sticky white stuff into fair Diana's throat. He came again and then again as her busy little throat hands coaxed every drop out of him.
He felt his muscles pull at the urging of his nerves and at last he gave her his last and then he slumped in the chair. The room whirled when he closed his eyes so he kept them open. He didn't want to disgrace himself by passing out.
He must have dozed, however, even with his eyes open, because he heard her voice before he could understand what she was saying.
"...don't you think, Mr. Eastman?" she was whispering, still on her knees before him.
'What?"
"I said don't you think you've had enough?"
Greg bristled at once. "What the hell, are you accusing me of being washed up? I'm older than you, little girl, but twenty-five isn't exactly over the hill."
"I didn't say.. . "
"All right, then," he blurted and he shoved her out of the way as he rose from the chair. He pushed her hard and Diana rolled to her back on the floor. She looked up at him and he thought he detected a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. So, the little fucker was taunting him for a reason, was she? She wanted more and she knew the way to get it was to accuse him of being washed up.
He dropped to his knees beside her and examined that flat, white body. Flat but with angles and bumps. Angles where her hips shoved against the flesh. Bumps where her breasts, still inflated with passion, shoved up toward him. Her nipples were still distended. Her belly heaved in and out, and he watched the small navel heave up and down. Very pretty, interesting and exciting.
So he leaned down to kiss her on the navel, and her hand stole around the back of his thigh to go up into his crotch. She stumbled on his balls and she easily rolled them in her fingers, making them tingle and fill once again. It was as though she were pumping the sperm from his manufacturing plant down into his crotch, making his production forces work three shifts to produce .enough for him to perform one more time.
He smiled down into her face and he kissed her. "It's time I turned around, little girl," he muttered.
"Huh?"
"You'll see. Just stay where you are. Daddy will take care of everything."
He caught her hand up in his crotch and pulled it away. Then he put her hands at her sides, crawled around until his body was reversed to hers, and then he climbed directly over her. He looked down and saw that his prick was dangling straight into her face, just above it, like a ripe banana waiting to be picked and easily eaten.
Straight down from his face was her pussy and he lowered his face until its musky odor shot up into his nostrils. Ah, that was fragrance. He blew lightly into her cunt and she shuddered. "Golly, that feels good all over again," she blurted, and then he felt her blowing up, a gentle stream of air massaging his cock and balls. That felt good, too.
He lowered himself at both ends at the same time, and in the instant his prick touched the tip of her nose, his lips brushed into her cunt hairs. He lowered his face and planted his mouth on her puffy pink lips. For her part Diana kissed his knob and immediately it sprang back into life. He felt it throb as the shaft began to expand all over again. Good, he wasn't washed up, even though one more orgasm might be the last act of his life. For surely if he came again he'd turn himself inside out
She opened her mouth and took him as he came down, until his knob dropped between her teeth. She closed them over it and nibbled gently like a pilot fish at the belly of a whale. He dropped his face all the way down. Then he was fully sprawling over her, head in her cunt, cock, firm and stiff once more, shoved all the way down into her throat.
They humped back and forth like two children on a rocking horse as each worked to stimulate the two-headed creature they had become. Then they were coming, each squirming and squealing, each pleased to be making it all over again.
He felt his balls suck up and then convulse as he dumped his load into her throat for the second time. She was gulping hard to get it all, and he knew she wouldn't allow a drop to escape and mark the deep carpet
For his part, he shot his tongue as deeply as he could all over. Again and again he felt her convulse, and the walls of her pussy clutched at his tongue to suck it up into her womb. He swished it back and forth until she shuddered, made a brief stiff bridge of her body and then collapsed under him.
He laughed deeply inside her for he'd matched this kid all the way. He was as strong and as insatiable as she, and she was one of the famous Taylor clan, the trio that was never supposed to get enough sex. Sigrid. David, Diana. Each of them powerhouses, but Greg hadn't quit. Neither, for that matter, had Karen. She'd given an excellent account of herself in the family gymnasium.
As they rolled apart and lay on the living room floor, Greg wondered where his wife was. Was she doing it all over again with David while Sigrid did the coaching? Christ, it was time she got back here.
"Good evening, you two."
Greg froze and then he sat up. Diana was sitting up, too, rubbing her eyes as though she'd fallen asleep. Karen was standing over them, fully dressed, her hands on her hips.
She didn't look at all happy. Greg looked at the child by his side and suddenly he felt ashamed. He'd done the wrong thing.
Karen was right