Chapter 1
I wouldn't even let him look at my naked pussy, much less fuck it! Janis Bridges thought, her long blonde hair covering her eyes and then returning to place as she stood there shaking her head. Mr. Shackelford, the assistant manager, was a large stubborn man who seemed to think he could fuck any girl if he persisted long enough. Janis felt the familiar fears returning, as they did whenever the men in the bank asked her out on a date.
But Frank Shackelford was accustomed to this reaction from the biggest-titted teller in the Port Arthur bank branch, not to mention the whole state of Texas! Every working day he was reminded anew that Janis Bridges was a physical wonder and "sexy" seemed far too mild a word to describe her. She had a flowing walk with her hips undulating in a seductive free way under her light dresses. Above her trim waistline, her hugely billowing titties loomed large and exquisitely shaped, and seemed to circle and shake in a jellied way when she walked. Since her figure was so fantastically cock-hardening, so firm and youthful, she never wore girdles or anything more than her panties and a bra. And it showed in her every movement! Sometimes he'd almost cream in his pants just watching her!
Frank Shackelford liked to watch Janis's full sensuous lips whenever he could get a chance, hoping for some clue to her personality. She represented a challenge to him and he was wracking his brain trying to find a way to spread those long beautiful legs of hers.
"Is there someone, Miss Bridges?" he grinned. "One of your lovers that none of us have heard about?"
Janis blushed and then shook her head again with a motion that had become second nature to her. She was aware that Mr. Shackelford was not to be offended. She knew how hard it could be to work for a boss that had been "put down," and she wanted no part of it.
"Since my mother's death I just haven't had the time to go out, Mr. Shackelford, please understand. My little sister is at a very difficult age and I feel a great responsibility toward her."
"You should think about yourself, too," he said quietly, but he wanted to yell at her, and order her to get naked. He wanted to take her into the vault and throw her down on the floor and fuck that cold little cunt of hers till she couldn't walk! God! Or he'd like to rip off the damned dress and suck those big beautiful tits, then lean her over a chair and take a good look at her pussy, all hot and wiggling, eager to be fucked, begging to be fucked!
But there was that damned little sister of hers, Evie. Janis was just using her as an excuse, as a protective shield. He halfway suspected that there was no little sister, but the suspicion that Miss Bridges was lying just added the right note of mystery to the erotic symphony of this voluptuous young blonde-haired honey. And he knew damned well her mother wasn't dead.
"If there's nothing more, Mr. Shackelford, I'll just finish with these statements," she said curtly, and turned back to the adding machine. She knew exactly how much she could get away with him, and she felt safe in her near rudeness. He really deserved a slap in the face!
Mr. Shackelford straightened his conservative gray suit and continued his rounds of the bank. "Have a fun weekend, Miss Bridges," he said suggestively.
Janis didn't like using her sister as an excuse to turn down dates, but countless times Evie had proved to be the best and easiest excuse. The truth was simply that she had a horrible guilt complex. Men had often appeared to Janis as handsome, physically desirable beings who would do wonderful sexy things to her young and hot little pussy. She dressed to hide her lush figure and discovered it was impossible. The more she tried to hide her huge, sensuous titties, the more men seemed to notice them, and the more she tried to control her walk, the more studied and provocative it became.
Despite her thoughts and aims, she radiated a natural sensuality, a deep, milky kind of sexuality. To see Janis in a skirt, to see her long shapely legs and full curved thighs, only conjured a vision of what was hidden under the skirt-a hot pussy just waiting to be fucked up there between her legs. To think of her hips encased in silken black bikini panties and her naked, smoothly curved ass cheeks and downy golden pussy hairs made a guy positive that her sweetly perfumed cunt lips were hot and pinkly moist.. . all ready; eager to receive a long, hard cock fucking deep up between them. The sexy young blonde had a way of walking, when she wanted to, that allowed her curl-rimmed cunt lips to rub together slowly in a softly lubricating way that excited her clitty, which would swell and send tingles of pleasure through her entire body. She was a natural cock tease, a body so well built and proportioned that no man in his right mind would pass her by without a long lustful look.
But Janis Bridges had good reason, or so she thought, to be very, very careful when it came to the attention paid her by even the most handsome, virile men. Once, years ago, something had happened which had made such a strong impression upon her innocent young mind, and instilled in her such a feeling of responsibility and hatred of men, that even now she would still awaken in the middle of the night shaking and sweating, remembering every lewd detail.
It had been a typical hot summer day in Port Arthur, with the blazing sun shining down. Janis and her widowed mother, Louise, had decided to have a garage sale to try to make enough money to buy Janis a new wardrobe for her senior year in high school, since money had been scarce after her father had died several years before. But as wonderful a mother as Louise had been to Janis and her younger sister Evie, she was always flirting with men, and that day was no exception. She soon became lost in conversation with Mr. Cooper, their next-door neighbor, who had wandered over with two vodka and tonics. Janis became angry, a little jealous perhaps, and had busied herself with some of the people who had stopped by. Finally, at five o'clock, Janis decided to take the "Garage Sale" sign down, went inside for a glass of iced tea, and out into the back yard to try to catch some breeze. It was near the base of a willow, in a little hide-out beneath the branches, that Janis had lain down in the shade.
Lying back and looking up, she saw the billowing white clouds towering skyward like lofty sentinels guarding her very private world below. She felt alone, as if she were one with nature. The rays of the sun penetrated the leaves, caressing her youthful body with its sensual warmth, and the tingling of her smooth white skin seemed to speak to her, pleading and begging to be set free of its cover. She was excited by the thought of being naked in the backyard, beneath the willow; she looked around slowly, reassuring herself of complete privacy. Then, her excitement growing with each passing moment, she sat up, pulling her shift off over her head. Her bra came off next, then her leather sandals, and finally, thrilled by her own wicked actions, she slowly slipped the sheer white panties away from her smoothly curved ass cheeks and over her thighs until she sat on the warm grass free from her restricting clothes. She felt at one with nature, open and exposed to the slight breeze. Lying back again, this time she felt the coarse leaves of the earth touching her naked young body and stirring in her a new excitation, as if a thousand tiny fingers were brushing against her nerves. And her heartbeat quickened, sending her blood pulsating through her newly awakened body, warming, stimulating, making her want to touch her soft, curl-rimmed young pussy.
Janis felt a familiar itching deep within her cunt, a sensation she had experienced on the few occasions she had been to school dances with boys, only this time the feeling was more intense, more demanding. After the dances, when she was home in bed, she had touched her hotly tingling pussy with her hands and fingers, and she had even probed into her moistly excited cunt to relieve the terrible itch. Afterwards, when she had achieved her tiny, hardly satisfying cum, she would always feel guilty, for she had been taught that sex was horribly wrong and dirty. But that afternoon, lying nakedly there in that secluded little nook in the shade of the willow, she again wanted to touch her pussy, convinced the pleasure it would bring her was right and deserved. The touch, scent, feel and sounds of all nature around her made her so aware of her burningly hungry cunt....and anything she could do to her pussy could only be good!
The palms of her hands were warm as she placed them against her curving hips, and she drew them up along the narrow dip of her waist, languishing in the sensual feel of her own naked body. Reaching the huge, softly trembling mounds of her young tits, she cupped her hands over the tips, the pink buds of her erect little nipples already hard and sensitive. She pinched
ll them between her thumbs and forefingers, thrilling in the contact as the wanton heat burning so hotly in her virginal little pussy seemed to rage out of control. Her long smooth legs were spread slightly apart, and she raised them up and spread her feet out wider. The thought that she was so open and nakedly exposed heightened her arousal to an overpowering sense of urgency, and she released her hold of her nakedly billowing tits, running her hand down over the smooth flat plane of her belly until her fingertips touched the wispy beginnings of her golden pussy hairs. The lips of her hungry young cunt flared moistly with the nearness of her fingers as the heat of her hotly pulsing cunt surpassed that from the sun. Her sensitive clitty throbbed a tingling message to her brain-touch me, pinch me, make me cum!
Ecstatic with the lewd fire burning in her nakedly spread cunt, she slid her outstretched middle finger teasingly down into the soft, curl-lined slit of her virginal pussy, spreading the moistly throbbing cunt-flesh apart to bare the quivering little tip of her lust-inflamed clitty, and began to massage it, sending agonizing pleasures coursing through her wantonly writhing young body.
Warm pussy juices flowed hotly from between the sparsely curled lips of her cunt as she stroked and rubbed the hardened bud of her clitty. For the first time Janis didn't find the pleasures that were tearing through her body strange, but felt the overwhelming animal heat as natural and wonderful. And it was demanding even more! Her belly trembled and shook from her forbidden caresses and she arched her back off the ground, wantonly writhing and wiggling under the rhythmic movement of her pussy-exciting finger. She pushed her long tapering finger down hard, slipping it along the soft, moistly quivering cunt flesh until the tip closed over the mouth of her nakedly spread cunt, and curving it downward, she slipped the end inside her tight little pussy teasing the hungrily gripping little hole until she could hold back no longer.
Janis's fuck-finger slithered up between her widespread pussy lips like a knife through butter, probing the warm liquid depths of her passion-inflamed young cunt its full length. The palm of her hand was pressing flat against the softness of her virgin pussy hairs, and her erectly gleaming clitty pulsated hotly against it, quaking with desire. Her middle finger slithered in and out of her passion-drenched cunt as her nakedly curved ass cheeks rolled back and forth in eager hunger. Then with her other hand she pinched and pulled outward on the sensuously throbbing tips of her huge young titties, generating more fire and heat deep in her cock-starved young cunt.
Her eyes rolled upward, staring unseeing through the green leaves of the willow up at the sky, and her wetly quivering tongue flickered over her pink lips as her mind was consumed with passion...and then, suddenly, she stopped. She had heard something. There was someone coming! In a panic she jumped up and slid her panties over her girlish legs. Her cunt hand had become wet from her hotly flowing pussy juices, and she was panting. She knew that she needed some relief...her hand had almost made her hot little cunt cum, and she knew she needed to touch it some more...while at the same time she felt shame and anticipation that she was about to be discovered, naked and finger-fucking her pussy.
But although the sounds continued, like someone walking on the grass, no one came into sight. Janis was only wearing her sheer panties and was clutching her dress to cover her nakedly throbbing titties. She was scared and started to imagine all sorts of things, even though she was lying beneath the willow surrounded by its low-lying branches so no one could see her. Still, she wondered what the noise could be. Then she heard a moan from nearby, and it sounded like her mother!
Janis parted the low-lying willow branches until she could see what was going on. What she saw was her mother lying fiat on her back in the grass, and she was too horrified to move or cry out!
It had taken her a moment to focus her eyes on the man in a T-shirt and cut-offs, as the first thing she noticed, aside from recognizing him as Mr. Cooper, their next-door neighbor, was the hugely throbbing prick that pointed straight out from the open front of his pants. The huge heavy cock-head was throbbing with urgency as his hand stroked the long rigid hardness. His lust-narrowed eyes looked wild as he stared down between Janis's mother's upraised legs to where her hand and fingers were lewdly spreading her nakedly quivering pussy lips, and she knew immediately, without a doubt, that her mother's pussy was going to be fucked within an inch of its life, and that she really wanted it. All Janis could do was stand helplessly by and watch! She couldn't run out from beneath the willow with her dress in her hands, completely naked!
Mr. Cooper dropped slowly down on the nakedly spread woman's body, his hand coming down to cup her wildly writhing ass cheeks as his hips held her legs wide apart. "Christ, you're a hot-looking little cunt, Mrs. Bridges!" he grunted directly into her ear, the tone of his voice thick with passion.
Janis, her mouth agape, wanted to cry, to plead with the man lying up between her mother's wide open legs, but everything happened too quickly for her to even catch her breath. His huge, wildly pulsing prick was pushed across the wet slit of Janis's mother's hotly glistening cunt, and its full, obscenely jerking length pulsated like some mindless monster coiling to strike as the weight of his body held her pinned obscenely to the ground. Mr. Cooper was panting, his breath heavy with lewd desire, and Janis felt a slight tingle starting up deep in her own little virgin pussy. God! Was she actually going to enjoy seeing her own mother being fucked in their backyard by the next-door neighbor? She gasped as the man thrust his wetly quivering tongue into her mother's mouth and his hand teasingly squeezed her hotly quivering tits, making her whimper with rising lust. And that was only the beginning! In a moment he was sucking hungrily on the whitely billowing tits, drawing the distended nipples up into his hotly working mouth and biting hard on them. Janis felt like running again, but her own virginal little pussy became even hotter, so she only moaned softly and rolled her head from side to side in futile silent protest, her hand sliding down to her belly and beneath the still-moistened cunt band of her white silken panties. Her finger slipped easily back up inside her own hotly pulsating cunt as she watched through desire-dimmed eyes the spectacle going on right in front of her.
Mr. Cooper had raised up, a lewd smile playing over his lips as he fought to get his pants pushed down around his knees with one hand, while he kept the other on her nakedly writhing ass cheeks. Janis's mother trembled and moaned beneath him in passion-driven impatience. Janis could see his mouth was set in a permanent triumphant grin that made her wonder if her mother was going to live after he finished fucking her pussy, and as he positioned himself between her widespread legs, she thought, Golly, if only it were me...I'd like to have my cunt fucked like that! But Mr. Cooper's only thought was to fuck his huge, pussy-stretching prick deep up into her mother's more-than-willing cunt.
Gripping the thick, heatedly throbbing cock with one hand, he had guided the blunted head toward the wetly quivering hole between her mother's curl-rimmed pussy lips, and once there, he pushed his muscular ass cheeks forward, anxiously trying to fuck his whole thickly pulsing prick deep up inside. "Oooohh, please! God, fuck me as deep as you can!" Janis heard her pleading desperately and she drove her own fingers like wildfire deeper and faster up inside her own hot juicy pussy. When he thrust forward into her mother's eagerly spread cunt with his hips again, she thought she was going to pass out from the excitement of watching her own mother being fucked silly by the next-door neighbor! Then as he fucked his huge cock deeper into her mother's tightly gripping cunt she felt sure that he was going to rip the wildly squirming older woman apart!
"Oh fuck, you're a tight little cunt," she heard Mr. Cooper groan thickly as the huge head of his cock fucked deeper and faster up into her mother's tightly clenching cunt. Janis watched him stare down at her mother's hair-covered cunt, seeing the pinkly quivering lips stretched wide by his hugely pulsating hardness, and he lunged again, fucking deeper. She looked as though she hoped it would never end as he thrust inch by pleasure-giving inch into her heated belly, and when she looked as if she couldn't possibly take any more, she shoved forward, driving his cunt-stretching prick even deeper! Then, finally her young pussy rippling with desire, Janis could see the curling tips of his pubic hair brushing against her mother's widespread thighs. It was all she could do to keep from screaming out her passion at the top of her lungs!
The rest didn't last very long. Mr. Cooper kept groaning over and over again. "Oh fuck! What a cunt!" And he drove his long hard cock wildly in and out of her mother's tightly quivering pussy. Beneath the willow, Janis could only whimper and sob with lewd visions of her own self being fucked by their neighbor like that, whirling through her mind as her almost-naked young cunt ground heatedly down against her rhythmically working fuck-finger. Janis didn't want to look at them, but her lewdly rising passion made her keep her eyes open, and she hopelessly stared at the wildly fucking couple in front of her as her hot juicy young pussy was plundered with a quickening fury by her own hands. She watched, eyes bulging, as Mr. Cooper gripped her mother's short blonde-hair with one hand, pulling her head up from the ground and shouted: "Look, Mrs. Bridges, look at my prick!" And through lust-blurred eyes she saw his hard, wetly glistening cock buried deep inside her mother's hungrily devouring cunt. Even as she watched, her own fingers working desperately, she saw his long, deeply fucking hardness pulling slickly back out until only the very tip remained inside. The silky blonde strands of her mother's pussy hairs were matted down with hotly seeping juices, clearly outlining the pinkly flushed flesh of her cock-stuffed cunt, and he fucked back up into her so hard that his groin slapped against her with lewd, rhythmic thuds as she squealed and pleaded with him to fuck her cunt harder and deeper. His body seemed to consume every part of her wildly flailing mother. Her neck tensed where it had been savagely nipped with his teeth, the older woman's huge naked tits were squeezed out to the sides by his weight, and her long legs high and forced out wide around his hips as her hungrily devouring cunt was fucked and battered time after time by his heavily hammering cock. Spasms of wild delight seemed to grip her hotly churning pussy as he suddenly drove to an absolute maximum depth in her cock-stretched cunt, and his head went up as his back arched in a great curve-just at the moment the fire raged out and exploded like gunshot from the heavily throbbing tip of his wildly jerking prick.
Mr. Cooper's white-hot cum shot into Louise's greedily milking cunt like molten lava from a volcano, squirting out again and again as he shrieked his climax through tightly gritted teeth. And the older woman groaned out beneath him as her curl-rimmed pussy sizzled with his sharp, hotly burning cum juices.
Finally, Mr. Cooper raised up, the wide, now-satiated grin still cutting across his face, and Janis knew it was over and done as her own cum hit her like a baseball bat in the stomach. Fearing discovery, she remained frozen and quiet, beneath the willow as their neighbor got up from between her mother's legs, zipped up his pants and, smiling triumphantly, made plans for another wild session when Janis and Evie were away and when he could sneak away from Mrs. Cooper.
Janis wished that she could forget his obscenely smirking face. She wished that she could forget the look of animal desire in her mother's-face when Mr. Cooper had been fucking his huge cock in and out of her naked pussy, and, most of all, she was ashamed of the way she had finger-fucked her own virginal cunt while she watched it all.
For a while it seemed that that terrible afternoon would be forgotten, but then the worst possible thing happened. Her mother and Mr. Cooper ran away together! It was in early October, after she had started her senior year in high school. Janis and Evie would receive a hastily written note once in a while from Fort Worth, and even managed to visit their mother and Mr. Cooper a few times, but the mother and daughters remained cut off from one another by the shameful memory of what Louise Bridges had done, leaving Janis and her younger sister to fend for themselves in the world. They did have the house, and Janis had quit school, taking a job in a dress shop, and taking night courses, trying to raise Evie as well. She had turned into a very bitter young woman, putting sex and men out of her mind, almost looking upon herself to blame for her mother's running away with Mr. Cooper, because she had not stopped the lewd sexual act between them. Janis never dated men, but instead devoted herself to improving her mind and raising Evie in the best possible way. Everything went along fine, and she believed herself reasonably happy in spite of everything, until one day she woke up and realized that her little sister was becoming a beautiful, sensuous young woman...and now, in addition to the problems of Frank Shackelford's persistence about a date, there was Evie...and...and...the strange, unexplainable sexual attraction she felt for her.
With the statement balanced and ready to be mailed, Janis busied herself with clearing up until quitting time. She considered leaving early, what with the long weekend ahead, but after having turned her boss down for the umpteenth time, she felt it wiser not to take advantage. At five o'clock to the second, she quietly picked up her purse and walked out of the bank with the rest, of the staff. Outside, she was pleased that she hadn't been confronted with Mr. Shackelford again, and she ran to her car in case he might be following her. She wanted to get home to her sister and she didn't think she could take any more of the sex-hungry assistant manager's arguments about why she should go out with him, and the long weekend was that much sweeter for the fact that she wouldn't be making excuses to him, or have to put up with his lewd stares at her huge titties!
Home, the same small house she had lived in her whole life, was only a ten-minute drive from the bank. It was a source of pride for Janis. She had started redecorating it and she had worked hard to make the house different from the way it was before their mother had run away. It was a typical suburban neighborhood and ordinary, but it was the center of her life efforts, the symbol of all that she had worked to achieve.
"Evie, I'm home," she called as she entered the house. There was no answer, but she heard the sound of water running and she realized that her sister was in the shower. She had kicked her shoes off and placed her purse on the hall table when the running water stopped and she walked down the hall toward the kitchen. She called out again while passing the bathroom. "Hi, I'm home."
"Janis?"
The older girl stopped and turned around as the bathroom door opened and she saw her voluptuous young sister standing in the hallway, a towel wrapped around her slender waist Her hair was long and golden, like Janis's, and her titties were still wet from the shower, and almost as big. Evie had a hopeful gleam in her big blue eyes that Janis recognized immediately. She was going to ask a favor.
"There's something important I want to talk to you about, Janis..."
"What is it, dear?" Janis eyed the thin towel Evie had around her waist with a slight clenching feeling deep up in her now-tingling pussy.
"I'll join you in the kitchen in just a minute," Evie said, smiling, and hurried back into the bathroom to get dressed.
Janis smiled, annoyed by the mysteriousness of her sudden pussy-exciting feelings for her voluptuous younger sister, and as she walked to the kitchen to start dinner, she couldn't help thinking about how mature she had become. Standing in front of her almost naked, Evie looked far more a woman than a girl. Her titties were huge, her waist narrow-flaring out into sensuously curving hips...Oh God, it was as though she had suddenly grown away from her to enter her own world, a world where she was less dependent on her, and that disturbed Janis.' She found herself wishing she hadn't been wearing the towel around her hips so that she could have looked up her naked young pussy. But she blushed for having such a shameful thought and quickly tried to put it out of her mind. But, as al-ways, it lingered....
Evie, of course, was more mature for her age than Janis wanted to admit, and her beautiful face and sensuously curved young body sometimes made her appear older than she was. She had no difficulty passing for twenty-one. Her beauty and passionate nature had aided her in gaining experience beyond her years, but for her sister, she still feigned more innocence than she possessed.
Janis had the chicken breaded and ready to fry, and the salad made by the time Evie joined her in the kitchen, and she was so engrossed in getting dinner ready that she had forgotten that she wanted to talk about something important. "How was school today, dear?" she asked.
"Same old shit," Evie answered, sitting down at the kitchen table, a serious look on her pretty face. "What I wanted to talk about....Well, with this long weekend, it's a great chance for us to do something different...." Evie stopped, realizing that Janis was hardly listening as she arranged pots on the stove. "Janis, could you hold up a minute? This is important to me-really important!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Evie," Janis said and flushed slightly. "I've got a lot on my mind, and I'm so hungry, I was wrapped up in the food here." She pushed a pot off the burner and then, smiling at Evie, sat down beside her at the table. "Now what was it again?"
In her most serious voice, Evie started again. "I was thinking that we ought to take advantage of the long weekend, and go somewhere where we can get away from the everyday routine. Some place like Lake Livingston. I stayed up there for a couple of weeks last year, remember? The people out there are real nice and they really know how to have a good time. What do you say, Janis?" Evie was clearly excited about the prospect of a weekend at the Lake.
"Evie, honey, I know you wouldn't be this excited about going away for the weekend if you hadn't already made some plans. I don't know anybody there and it's awfully expensive and inconvenient to rent a cabin up there."
Evie leaned forward, elbows on the table, and grinned coyly. "I got the idea this afternoon when I was talking to Kimmy Ashley. She and her old lady both want us to come out and stay with them for the weekend. How about it?"
Janis nodded, then stood up to turn the chicken over. She had figured it was something like that and she wasn't about to disappoint her little sister. Kimmy was a good friend of Evie's, and she, too, came from a broken home. Charlene "Charlie" Ashley, Kimmy's mother, was a divorcee, and Janis had known her since Evie had met Kimmy through their freshman year at high school. They had become friends because the two younger girls were best friends, but got together only on occasions when they did things with Evie and Kimmy. These occasions consisted mostly of a cup of coffee or an occasional movie, and they got along well together, though they had little in common. They were living without husbands, but that was just about where the similarities ended. Charlie Ashley worked as a cocktail waitress as the Oil Shack, a bar not too far away from one of the three Texaco plants in Port Arthur. She dated men often, and rumor had it she even had a few woman lovers, something Janis didn't believe for one moment. Besides, if going to restaurants involved dating men, Janis was glad to be without it. And she held nothing against Charlie for what she did. For Janis, the friendship was like being in on the social doings without actually having to participate in them, so going to Lake Livingston and meeting Charlie there sounded like just another movie or cup of coffee slightly extended. It would be fun, and it was something she had to do for her darling Evie.
"Well, Janis? How about it? Can we go?" Evie asked anxiously, though she knew her older sister rarely refused her requests.
The older girl turned away from the stove, still relishing the chance to tease her sister. "That sort of thing takes time to plan," she said, and she was prepared to continue her kidding until she saw the hurt expression on her sister's face. "I mean, we couldn't possibly leave tonight, but how about tomorrow morning?" And she was pleased by the warm glow of excitement that radiated across the kitchen.
"Oh, that's great, Janis! Fantastic! I mean, I mean about leaving tomorrow! Golly, that still gives us two nights there!" she said hurriedly, standing up from the table and hugging her older sister.
Janis's heartbeat quickened and her cunt started tingling again up between her legs as she felt her sister's voluptuous young titties press tightly against her own, but she turned away immediately, removing the frying pan from the hot burner.
"Well, it looks like you've got everything taken care of, Evie. I'll just sit back and relax with a good book and listen to the birds chirp." Janis smiled at the thought but then a shudder came over her. She remembered that day in the backyard long ago. She looked into Evie's big smiling eyes and hoped she would never find out about what really happened that day and how she had driven her own pussy to a wild sexual frenzy with her fingers while their next door neighbor was filling their mother's greedily milking cunt with his hot cum. Maybe...maybe...she mused thoughtfully, that's why I never date men. They remind me of my own mother's naked pussy being fucked to a wild cum...and.. . and my shameful fingering of my own cunt while I just lay there, my titties all hot and naked, with just my panties on, and watched, and played with my pussy, and then came like a whore, while he came like a wild man up inside my mother's hungrily devouring cunt...and then Mom left me...us...for a man with a big cock, just because I didn't have one like Mr. Cooper....
Stop it this instant! Janis's mind suddenly commanded. There was certainly no use in crying over spilt milk, reliving the past like that. Besides, whenever she remembered how Mr. Cooper had fucked her mother's pussy silly, it always made her own hot!