Chapter 1
"Emily! You can't believe what I've got!" said Bonny Dexter.
Emily put her books in her locker and glanced into the small mirror she'd hung on the inside of the door. Her freckles were still there. She'd put lemon juice on them that morning but they were still there. She made a face at her reflection as she jerked a comb through her hair. Bonnie looked over her shoulder.
"You don't seem very interested."
"Okay Bonny, what you got?"
Her friend held a small bottle up. "Look! Kama Sutra oil!"
"What's Kama Sutra oil?"
"You don't know what Kama Sutra oil is?" Bonny shook her head. "Well, I'll tell you. People use it to fuck with." Bonny had whispered this and Emily felt a familiar thrill shoot through her body. She stopped combing her hair and looked at the small vial.
"Where'd you get it?" Emily asked. Her red-haired friend bit her lip and grinned.
"My sister had it stashed in the bottom of her underwear drawer."
Emily laughed. Bonny's big sister was not the type to be hiding things in her underwear drawer. She was overweight, wore thick glasses and hardly ever dated. Emily knew that Laura Dexter probably used the stuff on herself. The thought made another fiery thrill tickle through Emily's legs. Her pussy throbbed hotly against the crotch of her panties.
"We'd better get over to the gym" she said, closing her locker. "Miss Colburn doesn't like us to be late getting changed."
Gym period dragged as usual. Miss Colburn had a thing about basketball. She thought that every red-blooded female should become expert at the sport. Sometimes she even fantasized about professional leagues of women playing before packed houses being covered by national media. But Emily always noticed too how much attention her teacher paid to the slim, taut bottoms of her classmates as they bounced up and down the court with that silly ball.
Halfway through a twenty-point game. Emily was accidentally elbowed in the stomach. She feigned more pain than she actually felt and was relieved when Miss Colburn sent her to the shower room to rest for the remainder of the period. She had too much on her mind to concentrate on sports, anyway.
Emily lay on her back on the big table and thought about her mother. Martha was in her forties, remarkably well-preserved and not too bad as a mom when all was considered. But she had the idea that she should get married. And she'd zeroed in on a man Emily and her two sisters couldn't stand. He was a local used car dealer named Merle Hunt. He had dark, oily hair. He smoked huge cigars that stunk up the house something awful. And he talked loud at the supper table. And he had a way of looking at Sandra that made Emily fear for her sister's safety. Sandra: was seventeen and very trusting as a female. She'd trusted her body to a football player her junior year of high school. The next day at school everybody knew how the pretty Ferguson girl could fuck. Of course that was the last Sandra saw of her very first and only lover. Her shame was complete. "I didn't move a muscle," Sandra had complained to Emily afterwards. "That big oaf was too heavy for me to move much."
There were four of them, four kids. Catherine, twenty-five, was attending the local college on a scholarship. She'd started her higher education late but scored high enough grades to win herself monetary support. Mama always chose Cathy when she needed an example for the others.
Then there was Warren, nineteen, who fancied himself a jock of sorts. He was a freshman at Brookstone College. Emily adored him. He had curly brown hair, a sweet smile and had always been Emily's protector when they were younger.
Sandra was next in line at seventeen and Emily the youngest. She was only fourteen with fifteen a few months away.
But it was her mother who worried her most. That man, that awful man! How could he expect to win the love of four children with that cigar and loud talking? Emily would never understand how Martha could put up with him for more than ten minutes at a time.
Emily sat up on the rubdown table and dangled her legs over the edge. She could hear the kids jumping around upstairs. Every so often Miss Colburn's whistle shrilled through the activity and the whole mad charade was begun again. That was when Emily remembered the little bottle of oil Bonny had shown her.
It was funny how she pretended she wasn't going to mess with it. She stripped her gym outfit off slowly and put it away in her locker. Then she turned on the water in one of the shower stalls and left it running while she strolled naked around the room. If anyone came down the stairs she would hear them and could duck into the shower She had half the period to herself. Alone. Naked.
Breathing fast. Emily dug the tiny bottle from her friend's purse. She got on her back on the table again and bent her knees, opening her thighs slightly so that her outer lips pulled apart with a soft snicking sound. Then she shook a tiny amount of the fluid onto her finger.
"Hmmrnmm , smells nice." Emily gingerly touched her crevice, smoothing the slick stuff into the sensitive surfaces. The oil was certainly better than vaseline. Vaseline was pretty gross really. But Emily was a beginner. She'd only touched herself a few times before. And though the friction had felt nice, she'd never managed to attain the devastating paradise Bonny Dexter babbled about. Bonny was a sex fiend.
Emily pushed the oily finger against her cherry and moved around in slow circles. She closed her eyes. Warren was there, his muscular chest rippling. Why Warren? Her very own brother? But she couldn't shake the image. It was a very enjoyable, image. So Emily relaxed her fears and thought o the time she'd seen her brother stepping out of shower with a huge hard-on. She'd only glimpsed it and hurried past in the hall. But that short look was as vivid in her memory as if she'd spent hours noting the details of his anatomy.
Her daydream centered on Warren's cock. She thought of the texture of it, of how she imagined it would be. Smooth, warm, hard. And that streamlined knob at the tip. Like a weird mushroom. She rubbed herself in a different spot. Her clit had risen out of its juicy nest and filled with blood. She worried the tender nubbin until sharp jolts of pleasure made her belly shiver. She was panting now, panting hard. Her small breasts rose and fell as she thought harder about her brother's big cock.
She let her thoughts stray past just looking. Now Warren was bending over her, his cock held up in one hand for her to see. He pushed it closer to her face. Emily saw the thing in complete detail. It looked dark and feverish. She opened her mouth and Warren slid the head over her bottom lip, onto her tongue.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped, gouging her open pussy with both hands. The faint aroma of the sex oil wafted to her nostrils. She could hear the slick sound of her fingers as they clawed the delicate pinkness. And her juices were flooding out, dripping down the underside of her ass, wetting the table.
"Nhhhuuuh!" She straightened her legs, pointed toes gracefully. Her imaginings had gone crazy but Emily knew she couldn't bother to try and control them. Her brother had shoved his cock deeper into her mouth. Or was it her cunt? Maybe both at the same time! Yes! And she was sucking it hungrily while her tight, just broken pussy convulsed around the hot meat. In the gym above. Miss Colburn blew her whistle again. Emily moaned.
She came so quickly that at first she thought she was having some kind of fit. The subtle tickle between her legs had become a beehive of furious pleasure in only a few seconds. Her trim ass thudded against the tabletop as she pumped against her fingers. Hot butter surged from her cunt. She writhed on the hard surface, crying out words she rarely even thought, much less said.
"Fuck . . . Ohhhh fuck . . . Ohhhh . . . Ohhh ...Oh!"
Her brother's two cocks were still taking care of her mouth and pussy. As she shuddered in grateful excitement, she plunged a thumb into her mouth and sucked and bit it. This little improvisation caused another ripple of pleasure to jolt through her pussy and she convulsed with gasps.
"Ohhh . . . two times . .. Ghhhaaaaa .. . Nhhuuuuh . . . Ohhhh wow!"
For five minutes, Emily just lay there on the table. She was utterly exhausted, utterly happy. Except for one small thing her thoughts during her little game. She'd actually thought of having her brother's cock in her mouth! The fact that she'd imagined it in her pussy was bad enough. But it was the blow job that bothered her the most. It seemed something so awful that it transcended mere naughtiness. It was wicked . . . or worse. And though she'd always had affection for her big brother, she'd never thought of him as a potential lover.
The patter of tennis shoes on the steps jolted Emily from her tense thoughts. She staggered over to shove the tiny bottle back in Bonny's purse and then closed herself safely inside the shower stall she'd set to running. The chatter of girls' voices filled the locker room. Emily let the hot water play over her skin. She found her nipples more sensitive than usual. Lately they were always a little sore. But now the slightest touch made her glow between the legs. As if those two spots were hooked up somehow. Emily soaped herself and turned to wash the suds away. She didn't feel like going to another class. She had so much stuff' to think through now. Now that Warren had come to represent something else in her life besides just being a brother. Had she carried some of these wild imaginings in the back of her mind? It seemed really weird that she just made them up out of nothing.
"Hey Emily, you in there?" It was Bonny, humming to herself in the next stall over.
"Yeah, it's me."
"You want to help me babysit tonight? The Emerson place. They got a nice stereo and a color TV too."
"Sure." Emily turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around her middle. At fourteen even a baby-sitting deal was something to do. She sure hadn't had many dates the past year. Emily dressed, still pondering the pull of conflicting emotions, emotions set off by her discovery of her own sexuality. She had done it, after all. She'd done what Bonny bragged about. She'd made herself come!
On their way up the stairs, Bonny nudged her.
"You know what I'm going to do with that oil tonight?" she whispered. "I can guess," Emily smiled, still breathless from her self-indulgence, "I can sure guess." * * * But it didn't happen quite that way. After seeing Mr. and Mrs. Emerson off for a night on the town, Bonny got the kids to bed. She was about to get out her little bottle of sex oil when the doorbell clanged. It was Barry Dirksen, an on-and-off boy friend who Bonny claimed to have grown tired of.
Emily felt like a bump on the log while they sat on the sofa and watched TV. Finally she went to the kitchen to make some popcorn. She was thinking seriously about leaving. If Bonny was going to get some heavy action going, she sure wouldn't want anybody hanging around.
But when she came back to the front room with the popcorn, Barry and Bonny were gone. Emily felt a rush of excitement. There were stirrings in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Her crazy friend sure had some nerve, using the Emersons' bed like that-assuming that they were using the bed. Why else would they go to the bedroom?
She tried watching a program. But she couldn't even taste the popcorn for wondering what was going on in that bedroom. At last she sneaked down the darkened hallway. The door to the room was open slightly and a lamp was glowing dimly from inside. Barry had thrown a shirt over the shade. She saw someone move. It was Barry, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Bonny was already stretched out on it, but still dressed. Her red hair was spread on the pillow, picking up the light from the lamp. Her big tits rose and fell with subdued excitement. Then Barry reached forward and undid the first button of her blouse.
"Ohhhhh," Bonny sighed, grasping his wrist. But she wasn't really making him stop. Emily could see his fingers working on the next button and the next. She felt dizzy with pent-up excitement. She'd never ever peeked on someone in such an intimate situation.
"Barry ... we shouldn't. I just brought you in here so we could kiss ...
"Okay," he said, "so I'm going to kiss you."
Emily felt her panties go wet when Barry lowered his mouth down between Bonny's big tits. There was a wet, sucking sound. Bonny twisted under the caress. And as she squirmed there, Emily saw Barry edging down the one half of her blouse. The lacey edge of Bonny's bra slipped tightly past her nipple. The whole quivery breast popped out and again Bonny gasped Barry's wrist. But his mouth had moved from her cleavage to the circle of dark flesh surrounding Bonny's nipple. With a slurpy sound he pulled the tumid nubbin between his teeth.
"Uhnnnnnnn ... !" Bonny arched her back sharply. The bed made a squeaking sound. Barry's hands were busy elsewhere. Emily could tell by the changing look on Bonny's face that she was being touched. The hem of her skirt had been pushed up high. Emily strained to see what was happening. And then the two figures on the bed moved slightly and the light illuminated the scene. Bonny's white thighs looked full and beautiful as Barry rubbed them with trembling fingers. Emily could clearly Fee how the nylon crotch of her friend's panties was plastered to her cunt lips. Bonny had only a little pussy hair, so when she got wet her underwear usually climbed right up between her outer labia. That's what had happened now. And Barry was shoving the sheer material even deeper into her crevice.
"Ghhhaaa . . . Ohhh . . . Barry . . . don't ... darling ... don't!" Her full ass rolled under his aggressive explorations. And the faint odor of hot pussy wafted to Emily's nostrils. She closed her eyes for a second, feeling the changes in her own body.
"Baby," Barry gasped, "I want to go down on you.,"
"Ohhh honey . . . Ohhhh god."
"You'll let me?"
"I... I don't know." Bonny's fingers shook slightly as she caressed the nape of Barry's neck. He rubbed his chin against her nipple, looked longingly into her eyes.
"I want to bad," he murmured. Then he curled his tongue around her nipple, lapping at it until Bonny's back was arched again and her breathing came in strained gasps. "Let me baby. let me eat you out ... "
"Yessss," she breathed, pumping her full hips. Without hesitating a second more. Barry pushed himself down. He had her blouse completely apart now and Emily watched his tongue snake hotly into her best friend's navel. That little treat made the redhead paw the air with one foot. Emily was coming unglued. She was thankful she could lean against the doorframe. Her juices were pumping from deep inside her crevice. She pressed her slender thighs together and felt pungent butter being pressed from her slit. A hot trickle leaked down the inside of her leg.
"Darling . . . darling!" It was Bonny moaning, shifting her body around as Barry worked the elastic band of her panties down. He was kissing the exposed skin inch by inch, lick by lick. And then Emily heard her friend sigh as the crotch of her nylon panties was peeled away from her feverish pussy!
"Ohhhh," Emily gasped, pushing a hand down under the waist of her skirt. She petted the drenched material that covered her mound. Her fingertips came away slick and hot.
Barry had made Bonny lift her curvy hips. He was dragging her panties down over her thighs, her knees. They dangled loosely around one ankle and he left them like that as he began kissing his way up one white thigh. Emily thought Bonny was going to have a fit or something the way she was carrying on.
"Nuuhhhnnnn . . . Nuuhhhhh! Ohhh Barry ... darling . . . you really are going to . . . to ... " "Eat you ... "
"It's my first time ... Ohhh I can't stand it. Your mouth is so hot!"
"So is your pussy," he grunted, licking closer. When he touched her knees to open them, Bonny didn't resist.
Now Emily could see the darkly pigmented inner folds. She could see the slick petals glistening in the dim light from the bedlamp. It was funny, but she'd never had the chance to see her best friend's body in such detail. And she was seeing it through Barry's eyes too. She tried to imagine how he felt with his mouth so close to that seepy, steamy mess. Did boys really like to eat it? Barry sure didn't act very squeamish.
Emily saw his tongue flick dangerously close to the edge of one, plump lip. It was fringed with red hair, but so sparsely that she could see Bonny's snow-white flesh easily. The bed bumped as Bonny worked her bottom up and down. She couldn't seem to keep still. And as she bounced and writhed, Barry's open lips hovered. He put them down in the juicy softness, covering the redhead's inner petals, her clit, her broken hymen.
Bonny sucked in a huge breath and held it. Her legs shot out straight and Emily could see her turgid nipples pointing proudly up from her tits. Then very slowly, she drew her knees back, back until her thighs touched her belly. Her pussy yawned wide now and Barry made a strange sound deep in his throat and wallowed his tongue in the feverish flower of her cunt!
"Ohhh god," Emily breathed to herself, "he's really doing it! He's eating her pussy!" "Babeeeeeee," Bonnv shuddered, her hands poised above Barry's head as if she wanted to touch him but was afraid she might disturb his hungry embrace. When Emily saw Barry's tongue shoot up into her friend's hole, she leaned against the wall and stroked her panty-crotch out of the way. Her throbbing lips opened easily and she worked a finger deep into the crevice. She found her clit and began to pet it with light, rhythmic strokes. More butter leaked down her thigh.
Until that moment she'd only heard of a man doing such things. But now the reality of how it was done had been revealed to her. And it was far more erotic than her wildest imaginings! The smell of Bonny's hot cunt, the slurpy sound of Barry's mouth licking and sucking. And the reactions of the redhead to the intense excitement made Emily wonder seriously what that must feel like. Mouths were such soft, wet things . . . just like pussies! To put the two together seemed indescribably carnal. But now all she had was her own finger. And Emily wondered if she would have the nerve to really let a boy do something like that to her?
And as if by magic, Emily was thinking of her brother again. Thinking of Warren. Of his cock. Of his muscular body and handsome face. Her brother! God, how could she let her mind stray like that'? But the harder she tried to rid herself of these wicked thoughts, the clearer Warren's image became. Until he was bending down over her. kissing her belly . . . kissing her .. .
"Noooo," she gasped. She pulled her finger from the dripping lips of her cunt and wiped it on her dress. She tried to focus on the figures in the bedroom, tried to forget all about any fantasies.
"Barry . . . Ohhh god honey . . . your tongue .. it's so hot . . . Uhhnnnn!"
"Bonny!"
When Emily looked at them, she felt dizzy again. Barry's chin and cheeks glistened with Bonny's juices. He was lapping at her furiously. He was wallowing his whole face down in the stretched cleft of the redhead's pussy! It was like he wanted to coat himself with her musky scent. His fingers clawed at the white meat of her inner thigh as he feasted on the dainty petals that grew close to her clit.
Then he was suddenly climbing up over her, straddling her breasts.
"Suck me baby, give me some head too!"
"Nooooo," Bonny squealed, her red hair splashing on the pillow as she threw her head from side to side. Barry grabbed a fistful of curls and held her still as he pushed his cock up against the underside of her chin. Emily's breath caught as she saw the shape of the rigid thing. It wasn't as big as her brother's prick. Warren! There she was thinking about him again. Bonny tried to push Barry's body away. Emily felt very strange. She almost wanted Barry to force Bonny to do what he wanted.
"Noooo . . . !" She was really struggling now and Emily went breathless just watching. "Don't ... Ohhh, don't Barry! I can't do it!"
"I did it for you," he gasped, steadying her head. Emily saw him pinching his fingers under Bonny's ears. The pain made her open her mouth suddenly. Barry lurched forward and his cock plunged into the redhead's mouth with a wet sound. Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth. It looked like she was trying to push the hot meat from between her lips with her tongue but the slippery friction only made it better for Barry.
"Yeah baby ... take it! Take it all!" "Mmmmmmmmnnnnoooo!"
Bonny's legs thrashed around, her body twisting and bucking. But Barry rode her like a cowboy breaking a mare. And his cock was almost halfway inside her mouth. Bonny had to breathe through her nose now as he fucked her like that. Inch by inch the white shaft disappeared.
Emily had to lean hard against the doorframe. She was panting. To watch Bonny weaken was terribly exciting, though she knew there was something perverse in it too. Bonny's legs weren't thrashing so hard now. She flopped around a lot. but weakly, without much direction or purpose. And then Barry rammed himself all the way into her throat. The full-breasted redhead quivered as ii she'd been gaffed. Emily heard her gag a few times and then she wasn't even choking anymore. She was just swallowing like crazy. Barry grunted like a pig, When the trickle of white cream frothed from one of Bonny's nostrils, Emily staggered back down the hall. She was so close to coming herself that it was hard to walk. She fell across the sofa. The TV was still going but she couldn't even focus on what was happening. She dug the little bottle of sex oil from her friend's purse, dumped some into her palm and clapped it against her feverish pussy, holding her panties back to get it on real good. Then she started massaging and pinching and tickling herself to the final point of ecstasy.
She came with a soft moan, her small tits pressed down against the sofa cushions, her slim ass pumping up and down against her shaking fingers.
"Ohhhh god ... Ohhhh shit," she whimpered as the quivery, floating feeling began to take over. She felt like she was being massaged by a thousand tiny fingers. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her toes fanned out and the bottoms of her feet tingled. And then she convulsed with excitement. She jerked, twitched, squirmed her pelvis down hard on the couch as the devastating pleasure throbbed inside her.
And once again she was thinking of her brother. Sweet, handsome Warren. As hard as she tried, no other face appeared. And it was Warren's cock that began to give her an imaginary fuck.
"Ohh Warren," she murmured, ashamed the moment the words left her lips. She would never tell anyone! Especially not Warren.