Chapter 9

Everything went as planned. Bob finished speaking with the woman doctor, who then proceeded to give Mary Jane a complete physical. When it was over, Mary Jane told the doctor she was feeling very weak, and asked if it would be all right to spend the night at the hospital. The doctor agreed.

After assuring Bob his sister was still virgo intacta, the doctor informed him it would be wise to allow his sister to remain in the hospital for observation overnight. Reluctantly, Bob agreed. He wanted Ronny to accompany him back to Bell's Landing, but Ronny told him he had some little bit of shopping to do and would follow on the next ferry. Bob nodded and left, riding back to Bell's Landing on the ferry.

That evening, at seven o'clock, Ronny returned to the hospital to see Mary Jane. He could see she was anxious and impatient.

"It's really happening," she said, smiling as he helped her out of bed.

"It's happening," he assured her as she went to the tiny bathroom and hastily dressed.

The two of them walked out of the hospital without anyone noticing them. He led her to the car he'd rented. It was the first time she was ever in an automobile, and she was properly impressed.

"Do you really feel you love me?" she asked, putting a hand on his, before he started the car.

"I know it sounds kind of dumb," he told her, "but yes, I do."

"If we go over the mountain instead of around it, we can save a half day's driving," he told her.

"You're doing the driving," she told him.

Wheeling the car to the left, Ronny chose the upper trail. Snow was falling again, reflecting his headlights back at him. The road became very narrow in spots, and at one time they were barely able to fit the car through.

"Look," Mary Jane said, pointing to a small cabin above them protected by a large overhang, "who would want to live way up here?"

"There's a lot of forest up here," he replied. That's a forest ranger's cabin. It's abandoned right now, but during the late Spring, through the Summer, right up to early Autumn, the forest rangers occupy that place when not at their stations."

Ronny drove for two more minutes, until they came to another narrow piece of roadway between two high cliffs. It was blocked by large chunks of snow from the previous fall.

"What do we do now?" Mary Jane asked.

"We go back," he told her. "So the ride takes an extra half-a-day. So what? Unless you think you might get tired of seeing me in that time."

"No way," she assured him.

He backed the car down the road until he came to a spot wide enough to turn around. As he turned the car, they heard a rumbling sound and saw some tons of snow descending back where they had come from, originally. He drove along the road to make certain, but when they got to the first narrow part of the road, where they had just barely squeezed through with the car, they saw the way back was now blocked.

May Jane began trembling, feeling terrified. Ronny put his arm around her and said, "Hey, don't worry. Snowplows come through here every few days. We won't be trapped here forever."

"But what do we do for the next few days?" she asked. "We can't live here in the car."

"No, but we don't have to," he told her, once more turning the car around.

He drove to where they'd seen the ranger cabin. A small trail led to a recess in the side of the cliff where he was able to park the car without worrying an avalanche might bury it.

Using a large flashlight he'd bought, he helped Mary Jane from the car, took all the provisions he'd purchased from the trunk, and helped her walk up the snow-covered path to the cabin. Luckily, the cabin door was unlocked.

Ronny noticed the half dozen oil lamps around the place, all of which had been filled just before the rangers left. The cabin, except for some dust,, was neat and clean, with everything in place. Large wooden bunk beds had been built against the right wall of the cabin. A space to the left had a small table and some chairs. There was a kerosene cook stove there, as well. In various cabinets could be found the canned kerosene, as well as blankets for the beds. A small room in the rear of the cabin served as a bathroom, with a toilet whose bottom seemed buried somewhere deep inside the mountain,-so far down neither sounds nor odors would rise out of it. There was even half a roll of toilet paper left.

"What do we do for heat?" Mary Jane asked. "We could freeze to death here at night, even with all these blankets."

"These places weren't constructed for use during the Winter," he told her. Tm afraid the only way we're going to get heat is to use the old New

England custom of bundling."

"I read about that in history class," she nodded, as he filled the kerosene stove and lit it with some matches he found in a side cupboard.

"If the idea frightens you ..."

"It does," she admitted, "but I'd rather be scared and alive, if you know what I mean."

They had to keep their coats on, even with the little bit of heat coming from the kerosene stove as Ronny opened a can of corn and heated it on the stove. When it was warm, they used plastic spoons to eat it directly from the can, in addition to chewing on some of the dried beef he'd bought. They found paper cups and drank some hot tea from the thermos.

"That tea makes me feel good," Mary Jane told him, opening her coat. "I'm also tired."

Ronny brought some snow in from the outside in a basin. He heated it over the stove until it turned to warm water. The two of them took turns washing, then, in only their underwear, lay down in the lower bunk with four blankets on top of them.

"I...I... it's cold," Mary Jane said, shivering, pressing her firm, round, young body to his. Her arms went around him, and he hugged her tightly to him, their thighs pressing against each other.

He felt her shiver and clutched her more tightly to him, and she, in turn, felt the heat emanating from his body and so snuggled closer to him. For the first time in a long time she felt relaxed.

"Thank you," she muttered, her mouth close to his. He could smell the sweetness of her breath, and the sound of her voice was that of a small girl.

In the darkness of the room he could make out her eyes, staring back at his, questioning, yet trusting. She was so utterly beautiful he lost all control over his swelling cock and felt it press against her thighs. She gasped for a moment, trying to pull back, then let her body press into his.

Mary Jane was frightened of the penis. She'd seen so much corrupt love taking place because of a penis, and had even felt one delve into her own asshole. She didn't want to admit it, but she liked the feel of the penis sawing back and forth in her rectum, despite the pain of her asshole being stretched and rubbed raw. Was she degenerate like all the others in the world?

His lips were so close. She had kissed them before and she had enjoyed kissing them. So she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips lightly, again. The kiss remained light, but lingering. She could feel her heart starting to pound in her breast, and then her heart actually fluttered and missed a beat when she felt the tip of his tongue lick her lips. She was startled and almost pulled back. Almost, not quite. Instead, she parted her lips and let his tongue slip slowly into her mouth, thrilling as the tip touched her own tongue, tickling and teasing it, drawing it out of her mouth into his where he began sucking on it, gently but earnestly.

She clutched his body that much more tightly to her, feeling his poker press all the more strongly against her thighs. It should have frightened her, but it didn't. Rather, for some perverse reason, she was fascinated by it, picturing what it must look like, in her mind.

She began wondering about it, curious how it compared to all the ones she'd seen so far. Her cousin Albert had possessed the smallest, skinniest penis she had seen. Her brother Mickael came next. She remembered seeing her mother playing with it, enjoying herself, while her other two brothers waited off to the side. Paul and Bob both had broad shafts, though neither was as large as her Uncle Mike. And he, in turn, was just about the same size as that man, Mitch, who had been with the brunette the day Earl had been boffing Molly. Boffing? Where had she heard that term before? She must have heard one of her brothers use it.

Then there was her father. He'd had a fat, long phallus, all right, yet her sister Abby had managed to swallow the whole thing, both in her mouth and in her cunt. Cunt? Yes, that was the word she'd heard Earl use in referring to her vagina.

Earl!!! He'd had the longest, fattest penis of them all, and he'd managed to shove that entire piece of thick meat all the way up into the tightness of her rectum. The thought brought shivers of pleasure to her. Why? What had been so thrilling about being able to contain an extra-long, extra-thick piece of male hose?

Ronny's mouth was still pressed to hers, and her tongue was responding to his, licking and kissing and lapping. She liked this touching of the tongues. It made her want more.

Her hand came from around Ronny and reached between them until she could clutch his phallic wand tightly in her hand, feeling for herself how long and thick it was in comparison to all those others. Her fingers moved all around it, as if trying to discover what it was simply by touch. It was long, very long. It was probably somewhere between her father's and Earl's, in length. But its thickness far surpassed either of them. She was surprised at how thick his root felt.

His lips came off hers and he whispered, "You do that much longer and you know where it'll lead."

Instead of replying, she pressed her lips to his again, kissing him as if she couldn't get enough of the taste of him. Internally she was all shaken up. She liked all this very much. She had considered it all so obdurate and corrupt in others, yet now she, herself felt she was enjoying this perversity.

She wanted him, and yet, deep down she was still cautious, perhaps a little afraid. She could tell he wanted her. What neither of them had known was just how intensely he'd wanted her right from the first moment he'd seen her. Desire boiled up in him like steam in a pressure cooker. He pulled one hand from around her and dipped it into the front of her bra, pulling out her left breast; his fingers fondling it and caressing it just as she'd seen her father do with her sister.

"My God!" he whispered, "you have firm, apple-shaped breasts I can't resist."

He wanted to dip his head down and kiss her nipple, but Mary Jane, remembering the way her father's fingers looked touching Abigail's tits, shivered and pushed. The move was so completely unexpected, Ronny nearly fell out of the bunk. He regained his balance just in time.

"Don't," she begged. "Ronny... don't. This is all wrong."

"How is this wrong?" he asked, trying to recapture her nipple with his fingers as his other hand pulled her close and his lips brushed hers.

Mary Jane shivered, not knowing how to reply. She had to admit she liked the feel of his fingertips on her nipple. She could feel the nipple swelling under his touch.

"I feel as if... I'm being mauled by ... my father," she finally explained. "Don't you see, I saw the way he handled my sister, and I swore he would never do that to me. Now here we are, together, and you're doing just what I swore he wouldn't."

"I'm not your father," he whispered. "I'm a man who loves you, and who is fully aware you love him."

Even as Mary Jane squirmed, Ronny became determined not to release her. More than once he had let go of a girl he had been trying to make when she resisted him, thinking the girl wasn't worth the time or the effort needed to convince him how much she would enjoy herself. But Mary Jane was someone special. God! He intended taking her back home with him, and who could tell... if she really loved him long enough and hard enough, he would marry her. He wouldn't rape her. God, no! If it came to that, he would rather suffer physically than see her harmed, but he did love her, and he was aware she could feel that love. It was merely a question of making her properly respond.

His mouth kissed hers again, licking her lips tenderly as his fingers continued massaging her breast, feeling her wriggle against him as the hand she had on his penis squeezed a little, inwardly urging him on. Her kiss against his lips became more and more fervid, and soon her other hand was holding him all the more tightly to her. He could hear the humming in her throat as his finger continued massaging her nipple.

He peeled his lips from hers, then placed them against her ear and whispered, "I love you," sending heated bolts of breath into her aural canal, making her yearn for more.

He sucked her earlobe between his lips and she shivered as he gently chewed it, pausing only to stab his tongue into the center of her ear.

Oh God! she thought, perhaps I am wicked, but it's such a wonderful wickedness.

His encircling arm, the one not caressing her nipple, held her arms pinned to her sides, and it was all she could do to continue holding onto his thick, weighty cock. Even through his jockey shorts she could feel the heat coming from it.

She blew hot breath into his ear, then, as he raised his face a little, kissed him again. Her entire body felt as if it were melting into his as they kissed long and hard, his fingers manipulating her nipple solidly, making her want to squirm with delight. Her own encircling hand held him even more tightly, pressing him closer while her other hand continued the pressure on his superheated wand. And then she found herself releasing his cock because she wanted to tug down his underpants. She pulled and yanked, finding how hard it was to remove the undergarment with her body being so tightly pressed against his. And yet, little by little she pulled it down until it reached his

She felt the hand he had around her fumble with the catch on her bra. When the hooks finally were opened, she felt as if a great pressure had been taken off her body. Odd, but her father and sister had undressed themselves, hurriedly and anxiously wanting to play with one another, and here she was, making things so difficult for him. She wanted to make things easy, yet she dared not. She didn't want to create the impression she was an easy girl. He had to work for what he would get from her. She felt him silently struggling, pulling the straps off her shoulders, yanking her arm from around him, even forcing her to release his penis; all so he could pull the confounded brassiere off.

Once the bra was off, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her nipple, making her shudder. But all the while her hand was reaching for the naked phallus, feeling the smooth caress of the flesh; the soft hardness of it as it seemed a living, breathing separate thing in her palm. She could feel it expand and recede, pressing its rubbery tip against her thighs. Lord! It felt so... good ... yes, good.

His fingers were now working on her cotton bloomers, tugging them down as his mouth sucked avidly on her enlarged nipple. The sensation was so overpowering, she bucked her thighs against him, raising her hips for the moment and letting him tug the cotton undergarment down to her knees. Then, even as he continued chewing on her nipple, sending electric thrills into her body, he managed to reach down with his hand and pull off both, his own undershorts and her bloomers. He pulled them off, tugged them out from beneath the covers, and let them fall to the floor. Now she could ' feel the wedge of phallic glans pressing into the triangle of blond curls between her thighs. It felt good, even if it was wrong. '

Even so, she was afraid. She was all but terrified.

"I'm so scared," she whispered to Ronny. "I'm so terribly frightened."

The memory of the rough way Earl had handled her was coming back to her as she felt his firm, masculine hands embrace her, gently but firmly. There was no reason why Ronny's handling of her should bring Earl to mind, yet it did.

"You'll despise me after this, won't you?" she asked, and he could detect the sincerity in her voice.

"How can I despise you for loving me?" he asked. "Where I come from, the only women we despise for doing something like this are non-discriminating women who don't really care with whom they join. But there are many, many women, most women in fact, who join with men because of the strong feeling they have for them. These women we respect all the more because they . have the common sense to see the necessity of becoming one with a loved one."

"I've seen so much in the past two weeks. I've been so afraid of it all, yet now I feel I have the urge to try so many of the things I've seen my sister and father do. But I'm afraid you'll have a low opinion of me for doing anything."

"When two people love one another, everything goes," he whispered.

Her palm rubbed his phallic probe again and again, and for the first time she felt the wetness coming from his penile tip. She let it soak into her palm and then rubbed it back into the rubbery knob of his cock. Then she massaged the full length of his fat pole, letting her hand experience the sensation of heat emanating from the solid meat. Lord! It was so thick! How would any woman ever be able to fit something like that inside her.

She remembered how difficult it had been for her sister to jam her father's monstrous pole into her cunt, yet she had made it fit. She had fitted it into her mouth, first, and at the time Mary Jane had wondered how she had even accomplished that feat.

"I ... want to try something," she whispered, feeling his lips work on her other nipple now, sending even more static coursing through her body.

"Sure," he agreed, still sucking her nipple.

"Lie back," she pleaded.

"Hey, if you want to quit, just say so, honey. Don't make me relax and then jump out of bed and run out into the cold, dark night, naked like that. I told you, I happen to love you, but as much as I want you, I want you willingly. So far, I have the feeling you're more than willing, even if you have put up a virtuous battle. But if you really don't want this, I'll stop right now."

"Ronny," she whispered, "I want you. I want you very much. Things I have seen have made me afraid, so I'll tell you to force me a little at times when I try backing away. But having seen so many things in so short a time, I've become curious as well as afraid. But my curiosity is outweighing my fear at this point, and I want to try and find out just how wonderful these things are. No, I won't jump out of bed and run out into night. I love you, and I trust you, and I want to experiment, because this is all so new to me."

"I figured you'd want me to do all the work for the first few times."

"That would be nice, but it wouldn't help me to learn anything, would it? No, Ronny, I have to discover for myself just what has to be done. I'll be honest. I don't think I'm quite ready to have you push that thing into my vagina, tonight. I mean, aside from the cold, I think I'd like to see my own defloration take place, and not by candlelight. Tomorrow, when if s light out, and there's enough light coming in through the windows, if I'm a little less afraid, we can proceed."

"So what do we do now, cool it and forget the whole thing?"

"Not on your life," she told him, smiling. "I watched my sister do this to my father. She did it very avidly, so I figure she must have gotten a heck of a lot of pleasure from it. Don't do anything at the moment except lie back and, I hope, enjoy."

Her tongue came flicking out of her mouth and lapping at his hairy chest. He had a lot of hair on his chest, and at first she was afraid she might not penetrate the thick, dense growth and reach his skin. But she did. She even found his small, tight masculine nipples and licked at them the way he had licked at hers, only his were too small to take into her mouth and suck. Her tongue lapped its way along his chest to his belly, bypassing his navel and moving lower. As she neared his pelvis, Mary Jane was able to smell the scent of the soap he had used. Her tongue slashed through the forest of black carpeting, feeling him jump as he first realized what she was about to do. Then, not giving herself a chance to change her mind, she opened her mouth and gobbled his cock into her throat as swiftly as a frog would snap up a fly. Her long, blond hair blanketed his lap, and her hot, hungry mouth sucked the full length of his thick prick deep into the ardent depths of her eager throat. She coughed a little, and even choked somewhat, but after her initial gagging, bent to her task of sucking bis meaty member with a willingness Ronny had never experienced in a female, before.

He'd known his share of women. More than one had eagerly sucked him off, but not one had the avidity of this girl. He'd been blown by experts who displayed marvelous technique in prolonging his orgasm as they ate him, but no other female in the world did it with the desire to please displayed by Mary Jane. She was joyously exuberant as her mouth bobbed up and down with a boundless enthusiasm, actually adoring what she was doing, not merely because she enjoyed sucking the cock as many fellatrixes did, but because it was his particular cock she was sucking.

Mary Jane sucked as if the entire piece of flesh was made of ice cream. When her head rose to the top and she took her mouth off it for a moment, her tongue wrapped itself around the fleshy pillar and licked much the way she had licked her ice cream cone. And she was enjoying every last moment of it, right from the meaty start. It was far tastier than any ice cream cone she'd ever known. She sucked and licked and lapped and drank the colorless oil dripping from the tip as if it was the tastiest sugar-water. Her small nose jammed itself into his flat stomach as she sucked and vacuumed his solid prick deeper into her mouth than she would have ever believed she could take it. The rubberlike bulb had pressed into her throat at first, giving her a gagging sensation, but after a while she had relaxed her esophagus, and the knobby point slipped into her gullet very naturally.

Ronny, himself, was completely astounded. He'd had no idea any female on earth could suck bo much of his cock into her eager mouth. He was up on his elbows, staring into the darkness, watching her lips compress tightly around the base of his throbbing cock, not believing a novice could suck so delightfully. Yet Ronny knew for a fact his was the first cock she had ever sucked. Everything he'd heard from her he accepted as gospel. He knew Earl had done something to her, but it had nothing to do with her mouth. Why would he have pulled off her bloomers if he was after her mouth? And the female doctor had declared her cherry was still intact, so Earl hadn't actually fucked her. In all probability he had played around with her a little. Maybe he had licked her pussy, and she had liked that so much she understood how much he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his rampant rod as it slammed in again and again. No! She had admitted watching her sister do this with her father. That was why she was trying it with him, and she was enjoying it.

Her lips sucked strongly, and he could feel her tongue eeling its way back and forth across the underside. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, not because of the fantastic sucking job (and it was fantastic), but because of all the love he felt going into the sucking her mouth was giving him.

Mary Jane could feel the pulsing in his throbbing penis, and she was afraid to let him come off in her mouth. She wasn't ready for that, just yet.

Releasing his heavy cock, she slid her mouth away from it. In the darkness she stared at it, unable to see how richly purple the crown looked, or how red the tanned staff had become because of the way her leeching lips had pulled on it.

Even so, she couldn't pull her face away from it, and began licking it with her tongue, letting her oral digit swirl around the pulsing crown, licking the coronal edge and causing Ronny to squirm, maddeningly.

"It's really wonderful," she whispered, talking to him while pressing the phallus to her lips. And then her moist tongue came out and licked at it again.

"Wonderful thing," she muttered, followed by an "Mmmmmm," as she licked it again. "I never thought I'd ever be able to do this for any man. Yet with you it all seems ... mmmm ... so natural."

"God!" he muttered. "You do that like no other woman in the world."

Not bothering to think about the "compliment," she pressed her nose where his cock joined his sac and began licking the scrotum. Her tongue lay flat against the wrinkled, leathery bag and lapped hungrily, making the skin shrivel and pull, drawing his balls up into his groin as her tongue worked its way over it. She licked the balls again and again, washing them thoroughly before allowing her tongue to move lower.

What Mary Jane was doing now she was doing more by instinct than by memory. She felt like licking lower, and her tongue tickled his perineum. She could taste the soap down there and knew he had washed himself all over his nether area.

Something sparked her memory and she recalled the way Earl had licked her asshole. She had really enjoyed the icy, slithery sensation of his tongue pushing into her rectum.

Making a stiff scoop of her tongue, she poised it and pressed it against his rectal pucker. The sensation made Ronny literally jump. He felt lightning blaze from his extremities as her tongue pressed harder and harder against his anus, forcing the sphincter ring to finally surrender and open so her tongue could spear into his ass channel. The totally unexpected oral attack on his asshole made his cock tingle as it swelled to even greater length and thickness. If he didn't come soon, the organ would simply blow up.

Her own body was on a ninety degree angle to his. He reached out with his hand and began pulling her luscious young ass toward him. She moved a little, bringing her rear-end closer, but when his hand cupped itself over the split, oozing peach of her fuzz-ringed pouch of pussy, another memory touched her; the unpleasant way Earl had slapped her when she had tightened up because he'd touched her there. Suddenly she went rigid, pulling her mouth from Ronny's asshole.

"I.. . can't," she suddenly screamed. "Oh God! I can't. This is obscene and indecent and against everything I really believe. Ronny, don't force me...

"Hush!" he ordered, pulling her to him. He pulled her on top Of him, yanking the covers over both of them, pushing his face between the pear-like fruits of her sweet breasts. He pressed his nose into her soft, full flesh, turning his face so he could suck her ripe, rich nipple into his mouth, licking it, chewing it, tasting the deliciousness of it. No matter how she struggled he knew she was completely aroused. He could feel her nipple, as large as one of his own thumbs, hard and solid with anticipation.

Mary Jane stopped fighting him but for awhile remained quiescent, letting the tingling thrills of his mouth and teeth reaffirm the delightfulness of him as she lay on top of him. She allowed herself to go completely limp, relaxing as it were, even so, realizing how much she was enjoying it all, even if her mind had caused her to rebel. So, for awhile she simply lay on top of him, enjoying the way his mouth traveled from one nipple to the other, enjoying the taste of her.

Excitement, temporarily lost, quickly rebuilt inside her, and it was only when she felt his fingers delve between her solid thighs that the old fear took hold of her again and she tried pulling away. But this time she didn't put as much effort into it as she had, previously. His hand was soft, yet firm, pressing against the smooth, satin flesh of her solid thigh, and as his hands moved higher, her legs unwittingly parted themselves. This time she was determined to allow him access to her slit.

Fighting him was foolish. She was also fighting herself, no matter what nightmarish things she had endured, earlier.

Her leaking pussy was a juicy peach of slashed fruit oozing heady, slippery juices against his fingers and palm. The petal-like labia were soft but firm, pouting almost majestically, and then his fingers moved the littlest bit higher and touched the thrilling button of her oversensitive clitoris. He rubbed a fingertip against it in a gentle motion, rhythmically pressing it, and suddenly its rigid surface became even harder and wetter.

She had slipped off him and lay beside him on the bunk, not feeling the cold surrounding them, aflame with an inner heat caused by his rubbing finger. She was still gasping and breathing heavily.

"Still trust me?" he asked.

"Y ... yes," was all she could answer, her voice so low he could barely hear her.

"Now tell me what you want," he said to her. "I mean, I love you, and I don't want to hurt you, but I can't keep guessing from one minute to the next just what it is you wish. So honey, you tell me, in simple words, exactly what it is you want."

"I... I... I... want you to ... to ... to make me feel good. I want you to do it any way you think best, but do it. And what's more I want to make you feel good, and I'll do whatever you think necessary to make you feel good."

She was panting heavily now, and most of it was not from fright as much as it was from anticipation.

"You mean you're letting me run the show from here on in."

"Yes, Ronny, yes."

"Okay, then keep those lovely thighs wide open."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to do to you just what you did to me. I'm going to make you feel good."

"Yes, yes, make me feel good. Oh please, make me feel good." And her thighs parted all the more widely.

He paused for a moment, almost afraid to do it. Her moods seemed to continually change. So far her resistance had been more token than anything else. Still, he was afraid to really harm her. She was erratic enough so that while his face was between her thighs she might suddenly clamp them shut and then hit him over the head with a shoe or any other heavy object she might find within easy reach. Hell! She'd already given that guy Earl a crack in the balls. He was able to tell by the way Earl had been lying on the floor when he'd walked into the man's room. What was there to prevent her from doing something similarly painful to him. Yet, if she allowed him to keep his mouth between her thighs long enough, he was certain he could convince her to enjoy the whole thing. Pussy eating was an art with him. He loved it. Girls he'd never really loved had been eaten by him at one time or another, and they'd have been his virtual slaves, afterward, had he so wished.

"Relax," he told her, making her lie face up on the bunk bed as he began kissing his way down her belly.

He could feel her breathing heavily, sucking in her belly and trembling at the prospect of what was to come. Her slender, desirable body, lying bare beneath him tasted even better than it looked. Her skin was alabaster-white from her forehead to her toes. Even in summer she didn't allow herself to become too exposed to the rays of the sun. And as he peered between her thighs he could see what looked like a burning, golden bush in the darkness, accentuated by the droplets of pussy oil caught in the ringlets.

He thumbed the hair aside and stared into, the fleshy pink blossom of her pussy. She shivered a bit when he caressed the soft, tender labia. Her memory was once again jogged, recalling the brutal touch of the walrus-mustached Earl. But her thighs remained wide open and he continued staring down into her sweet passion pit, which, even in the darkness, was clearly defined. He could see the light flow of brandy-like liquid seeping from between the sweet, plum-like lips; lips that moved with her breathing, offering themselves to him to be kissed.

His face moved slowly lower, his tongue protruding, and he licked the salty slice lightly, and she fairly jumped as if touched by an electric cattle prod. He lapped around the outside of her soft labia, and with each circle of his tongue he moved it a little closer to her beadlike clitoris. When he finally applied his tongue to it, literally swiping his tongue across it again and again, he heard tiny squeals of uncontrolled pleasure issue forth from her throat. His hands gripped her asscheeks tightly, raising her cunt higher so he could let his tongue swirl through it before returning to lap at her shivering clit. His face was engulfed into a soft, wonderful darkness that was alternately as smooth as satin or as fluffy as down. It was soaking and slithery with the liqueur of her lubricity, and he forced his face even deeper, plunging his lapping tongue as far as it could go.

Mary Jane couldn't believe it was happening. It was everything she hadn't believed possible. The flickering of his tongue was enough to set her shuddering as her ass moved in wild, concentric circles on the bed.

"Oh my ... God ..." she murmured, "oh ... goodness ... it's so ... ahhhhh ... ooooooh ... wonderful ... uhhhh ... oh wonderful..."

And this time it was her hand that reached out to his body, barely able to put her fingers on his ass. When she did, she pulled, letting him know she wanted his ass moved toward her head.

Ronny knew what she wanted. It was the same thing he had wanted when she had been eating him, earlier. His tongue was really reaching into her, making her feel all the things he was certain she would feel. The idea had been good when he'd wanted to do it, and he certainly thought it just as good an idea, now. She had such a beautiful face he felt an overwhelming urge to force his cock between those lovely lips and fuck that wonderful mouth even as he sucked the wonderful water from her vaginal drain.

Little by little he moved his body, raising a knee and bringing it down on the other side of her head, knowing his pulsing putz was poised right over her face. He raised his head from her soaking, swampy cunt, and looked back, watching as he lowered his heavy cock between the leeching lips of her mouth, feeling the pressure of her wonderful tongue as it pressed against the top of his glans. The oval, clutching silkiness of her lips made him tingle all over as he slid it up and down inside her sweet mouth.

God! How he would have loved to simply stare at the way his prong moved in and out of her mouth, a wet, glistening steam pole being loved by her tickling tongue. But that would have meant her losing some of the thrill herself. Besides, if he didn't continue his oral attention to her sweet cunt, she might eventually cool off, and no matter how much she professed to love him, might insist he withdraw his cock. Besides, he happened to really enjoy mouthing her pussy.

His hands moved beneath her buttocks again, all but lifting it as he planted his lips once again on her labia. He stuffed his tongue far into her swampy pussy, feeling the bog-like walls tighten and close in around it. And her leaking cunt oil was flowing even more.

Mary Jane was in heaven. The full length of his steaming shaft was locked between her lips with the phallic head probing into her throat, and she gobbled hungrily, thrilling to the wonder of his fantastic cock as it moved in and out with rapid thrusts. She ate hungrily, and he, in return, gobbled noisily. Her pillowy lips maintained a gentle, continuous pressure on his achingly sensitive corona while her tongue lapped all the way around the throbbing pole. Her mouthing egged him on to heavier, stronger snatch-gobbling until he used his tongue like a mad whip to lather her juices into hot steam.

His fingers sank more deeply into the tight, sweet cleft between her asscheeks, pressuring her quim even more tightly against his lusting mouth. She wriggled and trembled, rubbing the sponge-like carpet of pussy-hair all around his nose and cheeks, and all the while his tongue continued knifing so deeply into her tender center, feeling her vulva tighten around it as if attempting to literally pull it out of his mouth. He kept trying to plunge his tongue in a bit deeper on each lap, and Mary Jane could feel it. Her roiling center seemed to be quivering and squeezing with wild, ecstatic beat. The pussy was so tight, he could barely force his tongue in. It was as tight as her anal orifice. God! He could barely wait to insert his prick into this delicious hole.

And Mary Jane was having similar thoughts, thinking how thick and heavy his cock was, and how thrilling it would eventually be to have him stab this mighty plunger all the way up into the trickling center where his tongue, as delightful as it was, could hardly make any headway.

She wanted the ultimate essence his cock would deliver. She wanted to feel it heatedly splash down her throat and run into her belly. She remembered what sperm smelled like that day she had gone to clean Molly's room and found Earl fucking Molly. She'd had an almost uncontrollable urge to push her face between their connecting pelvises and lap up all the cream falling out of Molly's pussy. The odor was so strong it made her salivate.

And then her upper lip felt a wild, pulsing sensation as it pressed against the base of his cock's underside. There was a crazy, pulsating pressure building, and then the hot spunk came pouring into her gullet as he jazzed his heavy meat even harder into her mouth, ramming his balls into her nose. The blistering come came shooting out of the tip of his cock and poured down her throat in heavy, gummy rivulets.

Mary Jane jumped, as if it had been totally unexpected, but after a moment settled her head back on the pillow and drank thirstily at his outpouring fountain. She sucked and pulled with her lips, doing her best to drain all she could from him, her fingers digging deeply into his asscheeks in an effort to steady his plunging as he squirted more and more into her throat.

She could tell how eager he was to have her enjoy it all, for even as he shot his wad down her throat his mouth continued working at her mushy cunt. It was a combination of masculine pride and love for her that wouldn't allow him to let up for one moment even as he felt her lips continually pulling on his flagging member, pumping every last little bit of juice from his withering hose.

His tongue, which had been slurping in and out of her womanly pit, now concentrated on massaging her budlike clit, and it had just the right effect. Even with him on top of her, she raised her fulcrum, suddenly becoming rock-rigid, her mouth still moaning and sighing around the shrinking flesh of his deflating prick as it squirted out its last few drops. He felt her fingertips grip his asscheeks strongly as her columnar thighs began pressing against both ears. He lapped all the more quickly, and then she spasmed wildly hunching and bouncing and writhing as if a cock had already been planted inside her.

She was gasping for air as her mouth gaped wide, completely forgetting about the shrunken penis she was releasing, even though Ronny had unleashed all his gism. He knew at this point she might not be responsible for what might happen, and so yanked his shrunken pecker from between her gaping lips as her teeth clamped together at the height of her first orgasm.

It was a total, complete orgasm, and unlike anything Mary Jane dreamed could have existed. No wonder incest came easily to the Padramors. Her father had given her sister so much total pleasure in incest, it was no wonder Abigail had said something about that which was unpleasant at first turning into the thrill of a lifetime. Yes, this was undoubtedly the greatest thrill she had ever experienced in her lifetime.

Her breath expelled in long, shuddering gulps as she fought to inhale. Her entire body was one tense organism as tears of enjoyment poured from her eyes.

Slowly, very slowly, she exhaled and eased the tension inside herself. Little by little her body began to relax.

Ronny sat up for a moment and caressed her face. She reached up, pulled him down beside her, and kissed him, tasting her vaginal secretions in his mouth. But she didn't care. What they had done they'd done out of love, and that was all that mattered.

Aware, suddenly, of the intense cold, she reached down and gathered all the fallen blankets, piling them on top of Ronny and herself before they cuddled close to one another and drifted off to sleep.