Chapter 9

Plucking up a large bolster pillow from alongside the assemblage of mattresses on the chapel floor behind the altar, Leona thrust it under my uplifted rump, thus placing my crotch in the most readily penetrable position.

I opened my legs as widely as possible, so that my already well-dampened cunt was thrust even further up front and center for her penetration.

As she settled in my saddle, I savored once again the delightful difference in having such a beautiful girl in my arms. It was one of those moments, mercifully rare for me, when not only did I understand why man's desire for woman is so insatiable, but why so many women prefer members of their own sex to the opposite.

Leona's body was utterly delicious ... so soft yet so firm, so satin-smooth, so velvety against my own. As she lowered that lovely engine of sex upon my own and our boobs met and flattened one another's, a thrill went racing right through me from the soles of my feet to the top of my head ... a thrill as different as day from night when compared with my sensations as a man fucked me. It was a thrill heightened by the quintessential naughtiness of what we were doing, depriving the men of the family of some of their legitimate sources of pleasure, as well as by the access of mutual desire Leona and I had always felt for each other since we first engaged in lesbian pleasures when Daddy had to leave us alone in the Kernstown airport motel.

But this time was better ... the best of all we had enjoyed till then. By this time Leona and I knew each other as well as it is possible for two girls to attain such mutual knowledge, and the sharp spur of desire lay glittering and knife-sharp between us. As our lips and tongues met and merged, as our bodies writhed ecstatically against, each other's soft yet solid flesh, as our boobs made thrilling music in their mutual mashing operation ... as all these wonderful things happened to us magically, with our free hands we dug fingers into each other's genitalia, seeking to add to the fluxes of preliminary pleasure already making our thrusting bodies sing.

Leona cupped a palm over my clit, poking her fingers into my juicing crotch and playing cunning little games there, now rubbing my butt-hole until it tingled delightfully, now massaging my clit with the heel of her hand, now digging into my sopping cunt itself with adroit manipulations of her fore-and middle-fingers to send spasms of early orgasmic rapture winging through me until I was impelled to drum with my heels on the mattress beneath us.

Nor did I fail on my part. I cuddled her coozy and rubbed her rectum and then gently fondled her remarkable projecting clit until it rose ripe and ready to its fullest erectile extent. Then, up-thrusting my cunt as she released it to indicate her readiness for insertion, I pushed the tip of her darling button within the lips of my flooding hole and wriggled as she did until its entry was as full as its length permitted.

As we settled down to a slow fucking rhythm as sweet as honey, I slipped both hands around her churning, gently plunging buttocks and worked my fingers into her crotch from behind on both sides so that she would not lack cuntal stimulation while her delectable super-clit was giving me so much enjoyment.

One of the wonderful things about fucking Leona, or vice versa, lay in the fact that once she was really clitorally aroused, she could go right around the clock. Talk about rocking ... and rolling, too, and all the sweet little extras that spell the difference between a routine piece of tail and a truly great one.

If she couldn't send any sperm winging up into my fevered womb, she could simulate the bucking throb perfectly with her female prick ... if the prick itself were no bigger than a small boy's, well, I had learned how to get my jollies out of that sort of fucking with my kid brother Bill while we were still children. In any event, Leona was so intensely loving and lovable, and there was so much zest in the addition of homosexuality to incest, that I began coming almost before she was in me and I kept right on coming until her clit was abruptly pulled out of my jamming crotch and her struggling, beautiful body lifted right out of my embrace.

Holding Leona's squirming rump tight against his ivory-hued loins, our burly Eskimo brother, Mal, penetrated her with his flat-topped prick while her legs were still flailing frantically in mid-air and, looking down at me with a leer of triumph, he cried, "Talk about sending a broad to do a stud's job!"

Leona, her quick temper always at hair-trigger, increased her struggles, her lovely long golden hair whirled about both of them and her beautifully big boobs swayed and bounced as if they had lives of their own.

She snarled, "I'll make you eat my shit, you crumb!" but her wild writhing and gyrations as she sought to clear her well-filled cunt from its uninvited invader took their inevitable betrayal of her intentions.

Within a few further seconds, her angry growls had become groans of voluptuous delight as her every little movement made its meaning all too clear to her sex machinery ... and instead of attacking Mal with intent to maim at the very least she was cooperating with his fucking drives into her deliciously damp coozy from behind with every symptom of enthusiastic cooperation.

So vehement were her counterthrusts to the penetrative drives of his thick, stiff dong in her churning guts that she caused him to lose his balance and to stumble over onto his back. But did this stop my wholly aroused blonde half-sister? You know it didn't if you've been reading my story. Mounted on his loins, with her plunging rump toward his face, she assumed the leadership of their fucking and proceeded to run her hole up and down on his pillar of joy as if she were afraid fucking were going out of fashion on the morrow.

Soon, she was uttering little grunts of delight as she completed each down-thrust that brought his prick up into her creaming hole as far as it would go. Her lovely face, which had been lax with passion while she was clit-fucking me mere minutes before, now contorted itself with an ecstasy that was obviously next to impossible to endure.

I felt out of it, forlorn, empty ... even though

I knew this was not the case. Had I been possessed of a clit as remarkable as my sister Leona's, I would have been riding topside on her, and Mal would perforce have had to zero in his hijacking attack on my tail rather than hers. But, since this was not the case, I was out of luck.

So great was my loneliness and frustration that I decided to complete the coitus interruptus by myself. After all, there was old Preepy right behind me, and I knew how to operate his su-per-dildo. I got up and, turning my back on the happy couple, prepared to rest my rump atop the ancient god's outrageous super prick.

I knew there was plenty of tail awaiting me back at the house, tail as splendid as any girl could ever hope to enjoy. At that moment, however, I could not endure even the thought of having to wait the minute or two it would take me to leave the chapel, to cross the brief stretch of lawn and, grabbing the first available male partner, getting his prick embedded in my clamoring cunt.

I was reduced to making do with the best material at hand and, with Malamute so happily occupied in ramming his dong to the hilt, time after time, in his and my half-sister's squirming coozy, old Preepy was certainly the readiest substitute cock available. As I hoisted my rump atop the ridiculous round dome of his oversized cock-head, I felt impelled to address this grotesque phallic divinity as if he were actually alive and living in Argentina or somewhere.

"Preepy," I murmured as I fitted my feet into their allotted slots and settled my crotch over the slight round lump in the top of his majestic prick that would become my instrument of pleasure once I pressed the two buttons at the base of his throat. "Preepy, old man, make it good for Robin. Robin is a damsel in distress who desperately needs your brand of medicine..."

With that, I pressed the buttons ... the forward one once, the one in back twice ... and once again I felt myself sink as his gigantic cock was lowered and then the thick, deep cuntal penetration of the smaller dildo concealed in Big Brother.

Clinging to his neck, I wriggled my famine-stricken tunnel of life until I got all of him into me and felt a swift contentment ease the tensions that were tearing me apart as the sweet round plastic tip of his operating prick slid past the softly responsive flanges that guard the gates of my womb. I looked up at the goatish face of old Preepy and, so help me, it seemed to me that his eyes narrowed and his lips widened beneath the beard and mustache which all but hid them ... insanely, it seemed that this plastic reproduction of a long forgotten ancient god actually smiled at me.

I felt a chill touch of something alien surrounding me ... the sort of chill a child feels when he has to go upstairs in the dark ... and involuntarily I lifted my creaming coozy to clear it, forgetting in my infantile panic that all I had to do was press the neck buttons in reverse order to cause the dildo to slide silently back into the recesses in the tip of the bigger prick.

But I could not lift it more than halfway off the pillar of plastic impaling it ... and when I did move to push the buttons, of course I turned on the vibrator that had given both Leona and myself so much delight earlier ... and once that rod began spinning and shuddering in my full-stuffed cunt, I became far too busy to be concerned about anything else but the sweetness of the sensations that flooded through me.

I came and came again ... and again and again and again. I reached for the button to turn it off in the near-anguish of my delight, but as I looked upward into his face, something forbade my putting a halt to the terrific churning in my flooding guts. Instead, the very persistence of the attack lifted me to a plateau no human prick-no, not even Daddy's delicious curved scimitar of a codpiece-had ever conveyed me.

As my senses lost their grip on reality, I saw visions of a type utterly unfamiliar to me ... visions of a world still young and green, with twisted groves and verdant meadows and hillsides alike and purple with the profusion of wild grapes that climbed their slopes. And everywhere I looked in that landscape of delight, I saw nymphs and satyrs at their erotic play, performing their happy mockery of rape and wild submission at the foot of every boulder, beneath every bush, half out of sight behind the gnarled bole of every tree . ...

And I? I was fleeing, naked, filled with fear both of being caught and fucked or not being caught and not being fucked. I could hear the thudding hoofs of my pursuer and felt a shudder course through my lithe young body as I realized that I was soon to be the victim of his inordinate animal lusts. My virginity was to be sacrificed to Sagittarius, the hideous, half-man, half-stallion king of the centaurs with his gigantic prick quite capable of tearing a mere nymph's insides to shreds . ...

On and on I ran, with the hoof beats coming ever closer until, winded beyond further effort, I sought to look around at my pursuer. As I did so, I stubbed a toe over a rock in my path and took a tumble ... to be scooped up, powerless and gasping for breath, by a pair of hair-covered arms whose strength rendered all thought of resistance futile. I was lifted high, and tossed in the air and turned until, when I came down, my cunt was pierced to its furthest extremity by the rigid pole protruding from his hairy loins and was thus captured, no longer a virgin, and savaged with a swift sweetness that overpowered my senses until I swooned.

But even as he fucked me, I grew aware that this was no stallion's strap in my yielding hole, large as it was. I opened my eyes and saw, not the brutal half-equine Sagittarius but the merry, lustful face of the bearded god of all the fields and woodlands, the joy bringer to all female creatures, Pan-Priapus himself.

And there could be no doubt, from the smile that wreathed his ugly bearded face, as to the extent of the forest god's enjoyment of my lithe young body, whose innermost recesses were penetrated and probed by his prick as if it were a spear piercing a struggling fish. Yet each of my struggles only added to the divine delight that held me captive, and I gloried in having been selected by the divinity until, at last, I passed out cold . ...

When I recovered consciousness, I was no longer mounted on old Preepy's prick ... I was again lying on the mattresses behind the altar and Mal and Leona and Daddy were bending over me anxiously. I opened my eyes and smiled at them ... and wondered how I had known they were there before opening them.

"Are you all right, Robin?" Daddy asked.

I nodded and tried to sit up ... only to keel right over on the mattress. With Daddy's help, I made it to a sitting position and said to my beautiful blonde half-sister, "Leona, what happened?"

"That's what Mal and I were wondering. When we stopped fucking, there you were, riding old Preepy's prick like a drunken jockey, uttering all sorts of cries in some weird language we never heard before. We were afraid you were going to fall off, so Mal shinned up Preepy and turned him off, and that turned you off so we could bring you down."

My Eskimo brother said, "I didn't know you were a linguist, Robin ... what language were you spouting up there?"

"Don't ask me," I said. "If I hadn't done a blow job on Mr. Dubois, I'd have flunked high-school French. That's the only foreign language I ever studied."

"You sure were spouting something," said Leona.

Daddy looked at her, said, "Can you remember what any of it sounded like, my dear?"

"Jesus, Daddy, I don't know..."

"Try!" Daddy was insistent.

"I don't see how I can get it right," my blonde half-sister pouted. "After all, I never heard anything like it before. Why, Daddy ... is it important?"

"It could be, my dear ... it could be." He looked faraway for a moment, then regathered his senses, regarded his golden girl with a frown, said, "You have an excellent ear, Leona ... I've heard you imitate film stars."

"But that's different," she insisted. "I've heard them all hundreds of times. I only heard Robin do this goofy double-talk once."

"Try..." said Daddy, and while his tone was gentle, it was an order. Leona rolled her beautiful lavender eyes at me and then got serious and got her recall faculties into action. After a few false starts, she began to utter sounds that were absolute gibberish to me.

In a couple of minutes, I stopped her, saying, "Come off it, Leona ... you're putting us on. I never made sounds like that in my life. I wouldn't know how to."

Daddy said, "Shut up, Robin." Then, to Leona once more, he asked if a sound she had pronounced one way hadn't been something else. Evidently, Daddy was right as usual, because her beautiful golden eyebrows rose and she nodded and said it was his way.

Then she added, "So what, Daddy? What difference does it make whether she said it my way or yours?"

"Leona," said Daddy, "much as I love you, sometimes you can be an insensitive little idiot. Now I want you to join the others at the house. I wish to talk to Robin here ... alone."

Leona's lavender eyes flashed danger signals. In an ominously calm tone, she said, "Does that mean Robin gets to sleep with you for a fourth straight night?"

Daddy regarded her steadily until her defiant gaze dropped. Then he said, "That was not my original intention, Leona ... have you forgotten that you are my daughter? "

"I'm trying to," she said with a flash of bravado. Then, half sobbing, "But it's not easy." With that she fled from the chapel, running so fast her lovely, long, golden hair streamed out behind her like an old-fashioned automobile radiator cap.

Daddy turned to his Eskimo son, saying, "Mal, go after her. See that she is taken care of until she gets out of this mood she's in."

"I'll try, Dad," Mal said stoutly, "but I don't think she'll straighten out until you catch up on your fucking with her."

"Ridiculous!" I could sense darling Daddy's mounting anger. He said, "If she brings the matter up, remind her that she was most-favored daughter until Robin arrived ... also, that Robin, in turn, may be displaced in the role. You might also remind her that, if she tries any more nasty little tricks on Robin, she'll be out of the family for the rest of the year."

To my surprise, Mal blushed fiery red all over. He stared at Daddy with something close to awe, saying, "How did you catch on, sir?"

"I'm quite aware of all my children's educational shortcomings," said Daddy, "and that included Leona's pitiful pretensions to knowing any ancient Greek. When I quizzed her just now, she gave herself away ... more than once, I might add." A pause, then, "By the way, I'm surprised at you, son ... I thought you had a stronger sense of family solidarity."

"I'm sorry, sir." Mal sounded as if he meant it. A brief pause, then, "But surely, sir you know how persuasive Leona can be with a man when she has his cock in her cunt."

"I dare say..." said Daddy with a thoughtful cast of tone. "But don't let it happen again ... and see that she gets into no more trouble."

"I'll do my best." Strong and stocky but with his dong dragging, Mal moved toward the chapel door. After him, Daddy called, "If you can't handle her, let Jake do it."

He turned toward me again and even in repose the scimitar that dangled from his loins was a thing of beauty I longed to resurrect. But he held me at arm's length and said, "Now, darling daughter, I'd like to hear what happened here after we left. I've already heard Leona's account and dismissed it as fraudulent. But I'd like to hear yours."

We sat Turkish fashion on one of the mattresses, facing one another and with our lower legs touching. As I told him of how Mal had interrupted my lesbian session with Leona and of how I had mounted old Preepy and of the strange vision I had had while being fucked by the plastic dildo, his wonderful light blue eyes became .luminescent and his expression became one of deep inner excitement.

He said "Then it was not all lies ... you say you were talking to old-to Pan-Priapus-when the vision overcame your consciousness as he fucked you?"

I nodded, gently kneading his still-quiescent prick and gave him such sparse details as I could remember. When I had finished, he fondled my boobs lovingly and said, "Robin, did you ever hear of the 'gift of tongues?' "

I nodded and told him I had. It was a not uncommon feature of seances and occasional revival meetings around my home town of Lakeville. When some people are overcome by religious hysteria, they seem to babble in strange languages. Since my step daddy didn't believe in religion much, I had never heard anyone who had the gift, but Hotpants O'Houlihan had and told me all about it.

"Hotpants says it sounded to her like double-talk," I finished.

Daddy put back his head and laughed and then said, "Just between the two of us it is. But it has its uses in our profession."

"You mean I've got it?" I found it hard to believe. "My vision seemed awfully real, though."

Daddy said, "I'll be damned!" Then ... whether at my unsuspected new talent or at the fact that, under my kneading, his beautiful prick had fully come back to life ... of this I was never to be sure ... nor did I give a flying fuck in hell.