Chapter 5
Being without a car has definite disadvantages, but my folks had said that if I wanted one I had to buy it myself and I hadn't saved enough yet Mumbling over that, and telling myself that I'd have to get busy and get one, I left the house that evening. I walked the eight or nine blocks to where Ellen Drew lived, went up on the porch and rang the bell. Ellen came to the door; she was all ready. As a matter-of-fact the way she slipped out of the door after answering it so quickly made me wonder if she might not be having parent problems and had to sneak out
I put my arm around her as we walked along, and little as she was, she was a nice armful. She didn't ask me where we were going; when a girl went out with me she knew what we were going to do, so she could just wait and see where we did it Of course, Ellen only thought she knew what we were going to do this evening, but I wasn't about to set her straight just yet I did start laying the ground-work. "Ellen, where'd you ever get this hang-up on cock-sucking? I mean, how come that's all you'll do?"
She answered seriously and without hesitation. "I guess it's because my mother harped for as long as I remember. I mean, she's just pounded it into my skull that you don't let a boy stick it in you. God, if I ever got pregnant she'd kill me! But I like boys, so...Well, I was about thirteen when I went on a date the first time and the boy started playing around. I guess a girl just can't help herself. I played around a little, too, and he got hard. It was awful exciting to me, feeling it like that, but when he wanted to put it in me I couldn't let him. I tried, but I just couldn't He got awful mad, he shoved my head down, and...well, I sucked him off. I...I sort of liked that, too, so..."
It was dark, but I could almost see her shrug her shoulders. Just like that, the gesture would have said; I found out I liked to suck cock, so I suck it! "You get any kicks that way?" I asked her. "I mean, do you shoot off?"
"No," she answered honestly. "I...I get sort of wet down there, but I don't...get the feeling some of...the other girls say they get when...."
"...they let a guy fuck them," I finished for her when she obviously wasn't going to. I squeezed her a little. "I guess ifs the same with girls as with boys, and let me tell you, it's one hell of a good feeling!"
We walked along in silence for a block or so, then I said, "How come you won't let a guy play with your tits, even, or feel you up some? That feels good, too, ya know?"
She shook her head. "I'd be afraid to."
"Whatta you mean, afraid to?"
"Well...Well, I guess I'm afraid that if I did that and it felt too good, then maybe I couldn't stop."
I smiled to myself. You got it, baby, I said silently, and that is exactly what is going to happen tonight! I moved my hand onto her ass a little, spreading the fingers over her firm butt I only wished that she weren't wearing a skirt, then I could have slid my fingers between her legs and gotten hold of that virgin pussy waiting there. A little playing with it, a little finger-fucking and she sure as hell wouldn't be able to stop!
I remember that she had a nineteen year old brother. He was short, too, but with a fairly well-proportioned body. He had graduated, but he was still living at home. "What about your brother?" I asked her. "Has your mother got him too scared to fuck, too?"
She was quiet for a couple of minutes, then she said, "Sam, can you keep a secret?"
"Sure, I can."
"Well...Well yes, she does. He told me...he told me that he's tried it a couple of times, but when he gets ready to send it into the girl he goes soft"
"Jesus! How the hell does he get his rocks off?"
"That's the secret. He...I...we...."
She couldn't finish the sentence, but then it dawned on me. "You mean you suck him off, too?"
"Yes," she answered honestly. "After all, he's got feelings, too, and if he can't let another girl make rum feel good, then what's wrong with my doing it for him?"
"Nothin', baby, nothin' at all," I answered quickly. "I'd just never heard of a girl sucking her own brother off, that's an. How's he hung?! :
There was something like a smile in her voice for the first time. "He may be sort of little everywhere else, but he doesn't have any problem there! We measured it one day. Just an eighth of an inch under seven inches, and nice and big around."
I whistled in admiration, at the same time imagining what a little guy like that would look like with that big a dong. It'd probably look all the bigger because the rest of him was small
We reached the Nordhams and I led her up the walk and around to the back, opened the door into the recreation room. Ellen looked around with interest, but she didn't say anything; I wondered if she was thinking about the time we had done it under the 'bushes in the park, or another time in the back-seat of a car when we had double-dated. This obviously was going to beat either of those places all to hell! I moved up behind her, slid my arms around her waist and pressed my quick-hardening cock against her buttocks. "This's gonna be a lot better than a few places we've done it, isn't it?"
"Yeah," she said, and started to pull away. I was going to resist, but then I decided that that would only scare her away. I let her go, then I made the sofa into a bed, stripped down and laid on it on my back. She looked down at me with frank interest and obvious pleasure; there was no doubting that she enjoyed seeing the male body and a big, hard cock with a heavy-hanging set of balls under it
I didn't give her a chance to go into action. Instead, I patted the bed up near my chest "Come sit down a few minutes, Ellen, will you?"
She was still eying my cock, but she moved as if walking in her sleep and sat down where I had patted it I reached out and took her hand into mine. "Look, sweetie, you're really missing out on a hell of a lot of fun by not fucking. A guy-likes to get swung on, but
"Please, Sam, let's don't talk about it Let's just....
"No," I kept her from pulling away. "I want to talk about it I'm not going to force you, but let me tell you how it could be. If you'd undress and lay down with me, we'd make mad love. We'd feel each other's body and you'll like it, honest to God you would. You'd love the feel of me playing with your pussy while I kiss your tits, of...."
"Sam, you know...you know I can't do that! I told you..
"Honey, let me finish. You'd not only like all that but I know from what other girls have said that there's nothing like the feeling of a hard cock being fucked into you. It...it fills you and makes you feel good, touches you clear inside and sets you afire. When you get going good, when you're fucking good, there's just nothing like it in the world!"
"Sam, I...."
She tried to pull away again, but I stopped her again by holding her hand. "Your mother has really fucked you up, but say she's right Say you should be worried about getting pregnant Well, you can fuck and forget that worry, too! You can either check out your menstrual cycle and find out when you won't get pregnant or, like we'd do tonight if you let me, the guy can pull his cock out just before he's ready to shoot"
"Sam, you know I don't want to even talk about it If you want me to do it to you, let me do it but. . . "
"Honey," I said gently, "let me just rub your tit a little, okay?" She swallowed, but she didn't say no. I reached up and rubbed her tit with the side of my finger; I found the nipple and played with it as best I could through her blouse and bra. It left a lot to be desired, but I could see that it was having some effect; she was beginning to breathe hard. "Now, just take it easy," I said soothingly, and moved my hand down to her leg. I rubbed it gently, up and down, then slid it down to the bottom of her skirt and started rubbing up under her skirt, loving the feel of her soft warm flesh and the thought of the tight, still-cherry cunt that was waiting just inches above.
She seemed like she had gone into a sort of trance, so I reached out for her and gently pulled her down so that she was lying along side me. I took her into my arms, pressing my hard cock against her, and rubbed her back, the small of her back, her buttocks. At the same time I moved my chest a little, hoping that it would agitate her tits. I reached for one of her hands and carried it to my cock; she wrapped her fingers around it but didn't move her hand. I reached down, then, and started rubbing her leg again. I moved my hand slowly upward, inching it up under her skirt; it went deeper, I had to push my fingers between the tightness of her legs, then I was fingering her pussy through her panties. "Oh, Sam," she said almost tearfully, "I shouldn't let you do this."
"Just relax, honey, everything's fine. You're enjoying it, aren't you?"
"I can't let you fuck me!" she cried out
I kissed her cheek. "Honey, you don't have to let me fuck you. Just undress so we can have at least a little of this kind of fun, then you can swing on me and we'll call it a night!"
She swallowed. I fingered her pussy and squeezed a tit. "Is that...is that a promise?"
"Scout's honor. If you don't want to fuck, we won't fuck." I pushed a hand up under her blouse, loosened the bra, then slid my fingers around so that I could get under the bra and feel a nice, firm tit. "Ununmm," I mumbled, "I'd sure like to get at mat with my mouth! I'd sure like to kiss that sweet titty!"
A little more fingering, a little more squeezing, and I figured that I had thawed the ice-or put her into enough of a trance that I could get things going right At any rate, I started working slowly. First I got her skirt unzipped and pushed down so that I could get at her firm young pussy from a better angle. I massaged it gently through her panties, then slid my hand inside her panties, palmed it and then began fingering it. I was kissing her now, and I could feel the response in her kiss and in the heaving of her tits against my chest. I worked the panties down a little and got my hot cock pressed the full length of her cunt grinding it ever so gently against her. That much accomplished, I moved my hands up under her blouse again, went to work on her tits; I rolled her onto her back a little so I could get at them better, and in a matter of seconds had the nipples tweaked to nice, hard little miniature pricks. I kissed my way down her throat, then pushed myself up.
She laid there like a limp doll that had no will of its own, but that didn't make me feel the least bit bad. The ends would justify the means, I told myself; when she found out the joys of fucking, when she found out how her old lady had fouled her up, she would thank me for this night when I had broken her rules and taught her the truth. I slowly undressed her, thoroughly enjoying the beauty of her small but perfectly proportioned body as it came into view. When she was fully naked I moved up along side her again, took her into my arms;
I loved her up a little, then rolled her onto her back again. Pushing myself up and bending over, I mouthed first one tit and then the other, running my tongue in circles around the nipples. I kissed my way down her smooth belly, turning around so that she could get hold of my cock if she wanted. She didn't act like she did, not until I had given her cunt a good lapping and then started swirling my tongue into her. With that she strained up off the mattress, reaching for my cock at the same time, and as I stiffened my tongue and started driving it in and out she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and reached up to take my balls in her other hand. It wasn't what I had planned, but I decided that it was a damned good starting point; a good sixty-rune tonight, and she'd be ripe for fucking next time. I was again readjusting my method to suit the "patient"
When we got going good I rolled us over so that I was on my back. In that position, I thought she would get the real idea of how a good fuck could feel. I was right As she worked with her skillful mouth on my hard rod, she began moving her hips up and down so that she was fucking my tongue. There was no doubting that she was enjoying it, then she started sucking faster on me and riding my tongue faster, and as I gasped and felt the jizm spurting out of my swollen cock she let out little whimpers of pleasure and with her ass trembling let her juices spew over my tongue and down to my mouth. I had taken her cherry without any fanfare, and she had fucked herself to a body-shaking cum on my stiff tongue. She collapsed against me, my cock still in her mouth and my tongue still buried in her. We laid like that for several minutes, bodies heaving but gradually recuperating.
She pulled her mouth away from my cock and laid her cheek on it "God," she whispered, "if a boy's tongue can make you feel that good, I can well imagine what a cock would be like!"
I chuckled to myself, gave her inner pussy a couple of circular laps, and then pulled my mouth away and buried my face in her moist crotch. Action had spoken loud enough; I didn't need to even try to add words to it I made myself a bet that before the week was out I would be pouring the meat to her because she wanted to have it poured to her.
A couple of minutes later I rolled away from her, turned around and took her in my arms. We were both on our backs, and her buttocks was against my gone-limp cock; I had an arm under her tits. I rubbed my hand gently around her belly, then sent my fingers through her fleecy forest and as gently cupped her pussy in my hand. I kissed the lobe of her ear, the side of her soft cheek. She reached down between us and got hold of my cock, my balls lying out against her hand. A couple of moments later she squeezed my cock, then she shook her head. "What's the matter?" I whispered close to her ear.
"...I know I probably shouldn't do it but I can't help myself. Sam, what you said earlier...could you get hard again? Could you fuck me, only pull out before you shoot off?"
"Sure, baby, if that's what you really want"
"That's what I really want" she said, even though it sounded almost as if she were ready to cry.
Before she could change her mind I started loving her up again, playing with her tits while I fingered her pussy, and old Junior did himself proud. He started stretching out, hardening, being cooperative. When it was fully hard I straddled her, keeping my weight off her. I reached down, took hold of my cock and ran the pliant head up and down the full length of her pussy, kissing her with full tongue-use. She responded, both with the kissing and by moving her hips as if begging for what she felt there. I gave it a couple of more runs up and down that tight gully, then positioned the head and slowly began to fuck my way into her. She groaned into my mouth, but as inch after inch went into her tightness I knew that it was a groan of pleasure. I was convinced of it as her arms moved up and around me, her hips beginning to move in unison with mine, her perky tits with their hardened nipples scraping against my chest
I gave it to her slowly, but before long she was taking my full eight and a half inches willingly, rising up to get it each time I sent it down, pulling away as I did, rising up to meet it again. We started going a little faster, my balls flopping harder between her legs with each stroke, then we were going full-speed. Just as I felt my cock swell a little extra, the vein filling, she thrust herself up and let out a cry; she was really off, and it seemed to trigger me. I drove it home and let go of my second load for the night. "Oh, God!" she cried out. "Oh, God, how terrific that felt, how wonderful!'
She fell back against the mattress. As I sort of melted over her I couldn't help but think, "Well, there's success number three! Little Ellen will want her fucking from now on, sucking cock only for variety!"
She wrapped her legs around mine, holding me tight against her. "Oh," she said, "it even feels good now, going soft like that It feels so good, Sammy!"
I slid my hands up so that they brushed against the sides of her tits, planted a kiss on her full lips and then raised my head. I smiled down into her face. "What's the verdict, baby? Is fucking good, or is fucking good?"
"Oh, yes," she said, squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles, "it's good, good!"
We continued to lie there like that, me resting gently on top of her with my cock soft inside her and her arms around my neck. Finally she said, "You know, Sammy...Can I tell you something and you not think me awful?"
"Honey, I don't think anything is awful!"
"Well, then, I'll tell you the truth. For a couple of minutes I was thinking about asking you if you could get hard again, but you know what I'm going to do?"
"No, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going home and crawl into bed with George. I'm going to give him a chance to see how good it feels, too!"
I'll have to admit that for a moment the thought of a brother fucking his own sister sort of threw me, but then I suddenly realized how narrow-minded that was. Besides that, just as I had freed Ellen so that she could enjoy fucking, perhaps she could free George so that he could.