Chapter 9
Maybe I bad known something like this before, but I couldn't remember. When I'm drinking, the past gets wiped away and there's no future to worry about, there's only the now, when I'm up and excited and my blood seems to run faster, my breath comes quicker, and there's a glow in my flesh that radiates a warmth over everything. Sure, there are times I get down and moody, but that usually comes after several hard days and nights of boozing, after I've stopped eating. But at first, there's nothing better. I feel all loose and easy, not mad at anyone, and the world is a pretty nice place.
This time, it was even better. I stretched my legs and felt the dampness left in my mound from the loving Darla had just given my pussy, and I looked again at the two lovely, sensuous lovers who were so sex oriented. My heart went out to them, and I knew a special kind of thrill because they not only didn't put themselves down for this incestuous relationship, but seemed to be proud of it And even though some part of my head backed off from the very idea of incest something deeper and more primeval applauded.
The edge was off Darin's desires, for the moment and I knew she and I would make it later, maybe just the two of us, maybe with the kids participating. But I wanted the boy now, craved him for myself, and the look I gave him signaled my intentions clearly.
Kent nodded and moved toward me. His sister hesitated, then slid over to sit on Darla's lap. I held up my arms and he came into them, standing up, his adorable shaft very hard and up against his smooth belly.
"Kent" I murmured.
He stood before me as I sat with spread legs upon the couch. I put my hands around his slim, smooth body and drew him close to feel his stiff rod between my aching breasts. It felt wonderful there, so very hard and erect I swung my upper body back and forth, rubbing my tits across it raking the points over the warm pole, reveling in the sensation of this rigid flesh against my sensitive skin.
I wanted to eat him then, to take that gloriously young cock into my mouth and work it over with my avid tongue, but I wanted more to have him inside my body, to feel him sliding within the wet grip of my feverish pussy. So I moved back and lay down, opening my legs to him, one foot upon the couch with my knee bent, one foot on the floor. Kent drew a deep breath and sat down, his fingers playing over my thigh, looking intently into my crotch.
"You're so hairy," he said. "I can hardly see your pussy lips for all that thick, black hair. If s beautiful, Patti."
His fingers moved into my mound, feeling over its soft shape, sliding through my pubic hair to stroke the humid slot of my labia, and a long, rolling shudder moved through me. It was as if I was an offering, or a teacher. My juices were flowing, and there was a pulsing urgency in my vagina that called for gratification.
Kent pushed one finger between my foamy cunt lips, then another, feeling around inside and rubbing his knuckles gentry into my hairy mound, enjoying the rich feel of my hair against his hand. Exploring the walls of my pussy, moving up and down within the dewy sheathing, he played beneath the clitoral hood and teased the clit itself.
"You're not as tight inside as Angel is," he said, "but your button is bigger and stiffer."
When he moved toward me, slipping between my expectant thighs, Kent was holding his hard, long cock in one hand, but still be didn't shove it in. Instead, he rubbed that expanded, spongy head all around my crotch, sliding it through the hair, evidently thrilled by the sensation it gave his sensitive knob. Then he fondled his glans along the twitching lips, easing it along their ready length.
"I think yon have a pussy like my mother's," he whispered. I've seen hers a few times, peeping through the bathroom door, but never up close like this, and her cunt hair is brown."
Kent pushed his cockhead gently into the opening, and my cunt shivered in anticipation; he watched his own shaft sliding into my mound, his hands resting lightly upon my hips, staring down to see his prick vanish into the clenching wetness, into the encompassing heat When I felt his pelvis come against mine, I gave a little wiggle that seated his iron hard cock into my juicy socket and knew the kiss of his golden haired balls against my ass. I had felt much bigger pricks, longer and thicker, but never had I been so turned on, as by this youthful one.
Drawing tins beautiful boy down to crush my hard nipples against his smooth chest I kissed his face, his ears, his throat. His prick moved within the muscled gripping of my cunt sliding provokingly back and forth, tantalizing the lining, the labia, making me clamp down on it as I squirmed in utter delight My mouth found his and our tongues met, curled around each other, exchanged slickness and warmth. My teeth raked over his and I clutched his slim body desperately to mine, hiking my ass and rolling my hips in a slow, joyous taking.
Kent never seemed to be in a hurry; he fucked smoothly, taking his time, drawing every droplet of rapture from the experience, working his rigid pole deftly within my bubbling snatch, tickling my clit just enough. I raised my legs and wrapped them about him, clamping him possessively to me, trying to force every bit of his lovely flesh into my gulping cunt
I never had a younger brother, and never had a child of my own, so I made him both. I fucked him and loved him so completely, giving him the flaming heat of my vagina, crushing him to my tits, rocking his young body atop mine and keeping him there with the netting of my legs. He was mine, mine, and I made a seesaw of my crotch, lifting and dropping it in a slowly mounting rhythm, bouncing that lovely cock inside my cunt rolling it around, biting down upon it with the muscles of my sheath.
"I-I'm going to come," he announced breathlessly, his hands reaching around to cup the cheeks of my ass within their palms. "Oh Patti, I'm going to shoot off."
Gasping, I stepped up my thrusts, grinding on his pistoning meat hunching it to him as I felt his body go stiff in the grip of my legs. I climbed the mountain before him, reaching that sharp pinnacle of rapture before the first spurting of his semen spat strongly from the flexing head of his prick. The stream was powerful, skyrocketing far up into my vagina to burst against the cup of my womb. It was syrupy and thick, heavier than the richest cream, flowing sticky within my pussy from one end to the other.
We shivered together, and I squeezed him with my thighs, with my legs. He relaxed on top of me, while I caressed his graceful back and ran my hands down to pass them over the sleekly rounded hillocks of his ass. I felt the softness of his balls, and fingered up to where my labia clung to the base of his embedded prick.
Darla joined me at the bar, her eyes feverish, splashing a big drink into her own glass and downing it in two swallows. Her tongue rescued drops from her lips, and her smile was lazy now, self-assured. "Didn't I tell you they were wonderful? Damn; I wish I could put them both on a leash, and take them with me wherever I go."
Angel slid behind the bar and found a mild wine for her brother and herself. I watched her piquant face and the hoydenish grace of her movements. She was a darling, a breathing doll, and I wanted to pet her, to feel for myself the fragile construction of her thighs and legs and the honeyed depths of her pussy.
Angel said impishly, "Three girls and just lucky Kent? I wonder how long he could last with us."
"Long enough," her brother smiled. I'm getting stronger as I get older."
Darla poured drinks for us, and I had a flashback that made me look behind the bar for a dusty blue mirror, but there was none. So damned many bars, so many lonesome mirrors. Blinking, I sipped my liquor and purred like a cat as Kent's hands continued to move over my naked body.
This was a hell of a lot better than listening to some bleeding deacon moralize, I thought. Better than hearing a bunch of platitudes that were supposed to be a panacea for all the world's troubles, and especially my own. I looked into my glass and grinned, feeling my head expand and my heart swell with love for these wonderful people who were more than friends, they were also lovers, and what fantastic lovers!
Angel was standing beside me now, warm against my hip as her brother was warm against me on the other side. Between them, I felt safe and aroused, feeling their sleek skin, the sweet shapings of their young bodies. I put my arms around them, hugged them close.
"Ifs all right," Darla said over the rim of her glass. "I wanted to see you with them, Patti; there in Hope House I kept dreaming of you making love with both my darlings. Some dreams can come true. Go ahead, Patti-love them and be loved by them."
I moved away from the bar with my arms wound them, these two burnished masterpieces, these exquisitely formed young people whose sexuality seemed to seep through their pores, as mine did. They led me to the center of the big room, and Kent brought a pillow for my head. I was theirs to do with as they wished, to be used any way they desired, and I felt good.
Lying between diem, I kissed little Angel, relishing the sweet thrusting of her tongue into my mouth, while her brother was nibbling my breasts, feeling over the mounds with lips and tongue.