Chapter 4
"You're really kinda lucky tonight," Bonny said. Emily had been looking at the graffiti next to the sink. Some girl had crudely scratched a picture of a guy humping a woman dog fashion. His balls looked like melons. Emily smiled at the way the artist had made the girl's tongue flopping out of her mouth like she was really flipping out.
"What do you mean, lucky?" she called back. In the stall the toilet flushed and she heard her friend pulling up her panties. Bonny came out and started fooling with her hair.
"Oh, just the things I've heard about Tad around school."
Emily pretended disinterest. "Like what?"
"Like he goes down on chicks. He likes to."
Emily swallowed and examined her own hair. She'd shampooed and curled the ends and tried more lemon juice on her freckles. But her reddish blond hair was still pretty much the same. And the freckles weren't going to take any vacation either. It had been a last-minute date, so late in fact that her mother hadn't wanted her to go. She allowed Emily a date a month, though, and Tad Howell had the reputation of being a nice boy. Emily hadn't heard the rumors about him going down on girls. Anyway, why was Bonny making such a big deal about it? Barry had eaten her pussy and Emily had watched it happen.
"Have you ever let a boy do that?" she asked, eyes slitted in merriment.
"God no! If a guy started fooling around like that with me I'd slap his face." Bonny looked indignant. She kept brushing her hair. Her cheeks were flushed.
"I bet you would," Emily teased. "I bet Barry did it to you."
Bonny looked at Emily. "You sound mighty sure." Emily shrugged.
"Just a hunch. Are you going to let him do it again tonight?"
"Emily Ferguson, you know something, don't you!" Bonny took her by the shoulders. "You watched .. .
"Bonny, I couldn't help it. I mean, I'd never seen anything like that and the bedroom door was open a little ..."
Bonny's face was angry. "If you ever tell a soul, I'll never speak to you again, so help me!"
"I promise I won't tell. God, you really act freaky about it. I think you're ashamed or something." Emily didn't dare mention about Bonny sucking Barry's cock.
Bonny's anger drained away. She managed a smile. "I don't know. Maybe I do feel weird about letting a guy actually ... " She shuddered. "Ohhh Jesus, it feels like heaven though. I was afraid Barry might spread it around that I let him do it. But when I felt his mouth down there . . . " Bonny sighed, closed her eyes.
"I don't know how I'd feel." Emily put her comb back in her purse and threw her shoulders back to emphasize her small breasts. "anyway, it's my first date with Tad. He's not going to get that far out, I know." She fluffed her blouse. "Oh, why don't these darned things start growing."
"I wish mine would stop growing," Bonny said, indicating her full-blown tits, "They get in the way sometimes."
"Maybe we could trade. I'll give you one of my tits for one of yours." They both laughed. Emily turned to the door and was about to push through when Bonny caught her elbow.
"Hey look!" Bonny was pointing to another toilet stall. High on one corner someone had scratched crude letters in the paint. "I never saw this one before."
Emily stood on tiptoes and read the words aloud. "Tad Howell ate me till I cried." There were no initials or name to indicate who the lucky girl had been. Bonny looked smug.
"I told you he did-stuff like that. I told you!"
"We'd better be getting back to the car," Emily said, voice shaking. When they were outside she realized that the lips of her pussy were slick. She straightened her short skirt and followed Bonny up between the cars. The second feature had just started.
The boys were laughing at some joke when they found the car and slid inside. Emily was in the back with Tad. He cradled her shoulders in his arm and she leaned against him. They'd kissed a few times during the first movie. Nice, warm but shy kisses. Emily was having a good time. But the words she'd read in the restroom echoed through her head. Tad looked so . . . so shy and ordinary. He had moderately good looks, a pretty good build. But his manner wasn't such that anyone would suspect him of doing anything so . . . so naughty as kissing a girl between the legs.
"Hey Barry," Tad said, "let's tell the girls our plan and get the hell out of here."
"Yeah," Barry laughed, "we're gonna throw a party." He pulled a large paper bag from under the seat. The bag had a quart bottle in it. "Don't freak out, Bonny," he said. "it's just beer."
Emily smiled pleasantly at her date. "A party? Here?"
"Naw," Tad whispered, "we know this beat-up motel on the outskirts of Leetsdale. They'll rent us a room, no questions asked, no luggage necessary."
"I don't know," Bonny said, properly shocked. Emily was amused. Bonny had the same expression on her face as if someone had asked her to eat spinach or go to a porno movie. But she'd actually let Barry eat her and she'd had his cock in her mouth too.
"My mother wouldn't go for it," Emily said. "Don't tell your mother," Tad said. He took the beer as Barry handed it back. "Want some?"
"Just a sip. I drink my mom's sometimes." Emily swallowed some. She was watching Barry kiss Bonny. Now he was whispering something to her. Bonny blushed and stiffened and made as if to pull away from him. But he caught her shoulders and kissed her again. She sighed and melted into his arms. Emily drank more of the beer. It felt good sliding into her stomach.
"I really dig you, Emily," Tad said. "You're not so tight-assed as a lot of older girls who think beer is something a girl shouldn't drink." His choice of words shocked her some but she didn't let on. Tight-assed. What did Tad mean by that? Did it have anything to do with sex?
"Well folks, whatdoyasay?" Barry started the engine. Bonny turned it off again.
"Barry, I don't know that we should. What if this motel guy decided he didn't like us and called the cops or something. My parents would sh ... " She stopped, clapped a hand over her mouth. Then everybody giggled.
"They'd shit," Barry finished it for her. "So nothing like that is going to happen, baby. This cat is all right. All he wants is the cash for the room."
Emily was sitting on pins and needles. She knew that what they were planning to do was really wrong. But there was tension in the car. The feeling that if they didn't take a chance nothing exciting would ever happen. Emily took another swallow of beer before Barry reached for it.
"You two willing?" he asked. Tad glanced at Emily.
"Hell yes, we're going. Right, Emily?"
She shrugged. The beer was making her feel slightly giddy. Barry started the car again and dropped the speaker back on its hook. Bonny was still playing the embarrassed young virgin routine but as soon as they were out on the highway heading west, she snuggled against her date and shut up.
On the way to the Palomino Motel, Barry stopped and bought more beer. Emily wasn't sure how he did it since he wasn't twenty-one, but Barry was pretty cool like that. He left them in the car at the motel and came back in five minutes with a key.
"Told you it'd be okay," he bragged, parking at the last unit and jabbing off his lights.
The inside of their room was a little worn but clean. There were two big beds and Emily felt her heart pound at the sight of them. Bonny pretended they weren't even there. Barry got some clean glasses in the bathroom and brought them out. Now everybody had a glass of beer.
"This damned light is too bright for one thing," Barry said, turning it off. He left the bathroom door open a little. There was just enough illumination for Emily to see the hard lump in Tad Howell's pants. And the look on his face. He kicked off his shoes and socks and unbuttoned his shirt. Barry and Bonny were already locked in a tangled embrace on the bed, their clothes still on. Tad leaned against the pillows on the other bed, drinking his beer and smoking. Emily got up there beside him and kicked off her shoes too. The dim light made her knees looked more dimpled than they were. She was really too coltish and lean to have many dimples. She was thinking about girls that had dimples and girls that didn't when Tad leaned over and kissed her.
His breath was beery and tinged with cigarette smoke. But it was nice, kind of sexy, Emily thought. He put his fingers in her hair and petted her gently. Then he took another slug of beer.
"I've been wanting to date you for a year," he said. "But I knew your mom was making you wait 'til you were fifteen."
"I'm still not fifteen," she said. "It took a lot of convincing at first."
"I must have a good reputation."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Emily laughed and then blushed. "Anyway, what do mothers know about reputations?"
"How's your reputation?"
"Well ..." She looked at the bubbles in her beer. They were like tiny jewels. She felt strange emotions stirring deep inside her. When Tad put his hand on her belly, she stopped breathing for a full five seconds. His touch was so warm, so gentle. He wasn't doing anything. Just letting his palm rest there. As she breathed her tummy rose and fell. Now she was breathing faster. There was only the thin cotton of her dress between his skin and hers. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing pulse.
"You're so ... soft and small and . . " he whispered the next word, " . . . sexy."
"You think I'm sexy?" Emily laughed. She'd never thought of herself as very sexy. There were so many girls in junior high with more going for them than she had. More tits, more ass, more feminine curves. And her damned freckles didn't help much either.
"I wasn't trying to bullshit you," Tad went on. His voice was matter-of-fact, easy. He sounded so much older than he looked. Emily watched him until he turned to look at her again. She sipped nervously from her glass. Her heart felt like it was trying to break out of her chest. And Tad's hand on her belly had begun to move. She tensed a little as he eased it upwards to the bottoms of her small tits. She was almost ready to stop him when he stopped himself. As much as anything she was somewhat embarrassed by the size of her breasts. To have a guy touching them would make her more uneasy. They weren't big enough to really be called breasts. They were just little swells of soft, white flesh tipped with pink nubbins. And those nubbins were so sensitive that when she dried after bathing, the towel could really feel like sandpaper if she wasn't careful. They were sore, her breasts. That's why she hadn't bothered with a bra tonight. She really didn't have much use for one anyway and her tits felt better without anything squeezing them too hard.
"I want to touch you ... " "Nooooo!"
Tad cupped one small titty anyway. She touched his wrist, sighing. "Tad . . I wish you wouldn't do that right now, I ... "
"They're sore, aren't they?" he said sympathetically. "I know about how it is. I have a sister see, a little younger than you. But I understand. I'll be gentle." He smiled at her, his fingers gingerly pressing in the front of her dress. Emily let her hand fall away. He was so darned polite, so sweet. And the loving caresses of his fingers were unbelievably exciting to her. More than she'd imagined they would be.
She pretended not to be too shook up. She took a long, studied drink of her beer. She hadn't noticed that Tad was undoing the first two buttons of her dress. She only realized what was happening when his hand slipped under the thin cotton and cupped the feverish tit he'd been stroking.
"Ohhh . . . Ohhhh Tad, don't!"
"It feels good, doesn't it?" He kissed her cheek. His thumb was rubbing her nipple in a most gentle way. He kissed her cheek 'again and then her chin. Their lips clung wetly for a second but the kiss, the moment, was too intense for Emily to bear. She was starting to pant.
"I feel . . . funny."
"God, you smell good," he breathed, kissing her neck now. She closed her eyes as she felt him wetting her shoulder where the collar of her dress had been pulled away. Was he unbuttoning again?
She sucked in breath and tried to get her head together. His lips were so hot and wet! His tongue flicked lightly over her collarbone. Then he was kissing his way toward her breast. Before she could think of how to stop him, he was softly licking the tender, white flesh. She grabbed his wrist again but her strength had left her. His lips touched her nipple so lightly that she held her breath. As if he knew how sensitive, how sore she was, Tad sucked the nipple as lightly as he could. She felt the pink button swell suddenly, filling with blood, pushing out from her breast and into his mouth. There was a wet sucking noise as he nursed at it.
"Nhhhhuuuuh . . . Ohhhmmmmm!"
"Emily," he breathed, leaning over her, pulling her body against him with the other hand. Emily arched her back and let her head flop weakly to the side. Her grasp on his wrist weakened and her hand fell away. Tad was feasting on the succulent, young tit now, his tongue stroking and flicking the engorged nipple. Emily growled from deep in her throat. She was dizzy, weak, helpless under the whisper-soft strokes of Tad's tongue. The soft heat of his lips made the juices flow from her pussy. She felt the crotchpiece of her panties go wet with slickness.
Another button came undone, then another. Her dress had buttons all the way down to the waist and Tad seemed intent on getting to every one of them. He spread the bright-colored material to expose her belly. Light blond down picked up the light from the bathroom. Her navel looked like a shallow crater on her firm, fatless girlflesh. Tad kissed the crater. His tongue searched against her sensitive navel.
"Tad . . . Ohhh god, I don't think we should be doing this!"
"Yes we should. You need it. I can tell. God, how you need it!"
"Need wh-wh-what?"
"Need someone to love you."
"Look ... I . . . Well, I'm not . . . I mean, I don't intend to go all the ... "
"Shhhh," he said, smiling and then his mouth had fastened around her other breast. It was like starting all over again. Emily squirmed with shivering pulses of pleasure bursting up through her belly and down across her thighs. Tad wet the unkissed breast thoroughly until its nipple too was jutting up like a tiny finger into his mouth. Now Emily was panting like a dog on the run. She couldn't think, couldn't reason anymore. Her small hands fluttered at the back of Tad's head. She dug her nails into his hair finally, pulling him against her with a hungry moan.
"Ohhh . . . Ohhhh, jesus, that feels good!"
He kissed down her belly again. He didn't seem in any hurry. Dimly, Emily could hear Barry and Bonny on the other bed. Bonny was making sharp, animal noises. Emily wondered briefly what Barry was doing to her. But the thrills that throbbed through her body blotted all that out.
Tad was kissing below her navel. He'd reached the point where there weren't any more buttons to undo. Then she felt him lifting the hem of her skirt. He had it up before she could stop him, so she didn't even try. His hot lips wet her thigh then.
"Nooo . . . Ohhh god noooo!"
"Yes, Emily! I want to! I want to real bad!"
Emily wiggled as the thrills kept blasting through her. She felt so hot and runny down there. What would Tad think if he tried to kiss her . . . pussy? Her panties were soaking wet where they clung to her mound. No boy had ever looked at her mound. She didn't know how a boy thought of a girl ... that part of a girl. But she'd looked at herself inside before . . . with a mirror. Her pussy was a strange-looking thing. Even though she'd carried it around with her for almost fifteen years.
"Tad ... Nuuhhhh!"
"Baby ... "
"Ohhhh ... Ohhhh wow!" Her panty crotch was being stretched to one side. Again she tried to get her hands down to stop him but the next moment something warm and slick and tickly brushed across her plump, outer lips. She felt the sparse curls being petted. Her cleft was gently forced open. Tad's tongue inched shyly into the steamy, juicy mess. As he caressed her clit, Emily choked on a breath. Her knees locked straight. Her heart was a tom-tom in her ears. It was happening! Just what Bonny had hinted. Tad was eating her pussy! It seemed so terribly naughty, so unheard of! She couldn't keep her ass still now. She rolled it slowly against the licking, sucking force of Tad's mouth. He had her ankles in his hands and was forcing her to bend her knees. Too weak to resist, Emily let him press her thighs back against her body, heels against her ass. Then he widened them and she felt her pussy divide completely. She was a wet, feverish flower down there. And Tad meant to devour her. He slipped her pants off, flipped them away.
"Nhhhhoooooo," she groaned, out of her_ mind with the pleasure that filled her completely, Tad lapped slowly at the tumid, exposed petals. Her juices dripped hotly down the crack of her ass. He wet her with his spit. She knew that her cunt hair was plastered in tiny curlicues against her mound. And all the time, Tad kept her bent legs shoved back hard, shoved apart to give him every square inch of her pussy to eat on. Emily shuddered as a tickly sensation began to beat around her clit. It pulsed regularly, building, growing more intense with each passing second. Tad seemed to know what was happening. He teased her with the flat of his tongue, then moved away when the pleasure become so intense she thought she might scream.
"Ohhh . . . what's happening to me? Ohhhh Tad . . . Ohhh god damn!"
"Emily baby, you smell so good, so damned good!"
"Tad . . . your mouth!" She thought of Barry and Bonny on the next bed. Were they watching her? Embarrassment made her ears burn. She managed to turn her head and focus on the hugging couple nearby. Bonny's head was thrown back, her dress jammed up under her arms. Her big tits were being kissed thoroughly. And then Emily saw that Barry's jeans were yanked down to expose his ass. He gave a lunge, bringing his hips up and under. Bonny's eyes pinched tighter from the force of his movement and Emily knew at once that down there in the secret shadows betwen her best friend's thighs something devastating was taking place. Barry's cock was being forced into Bonny's young pussy! He moved again growling against her neck. Bonny let out a cry of pain.
"It broke," she hissed, grasping Barry's back with both hands, pulling him deeper into her body. "Ohhhh god Barry, it's going in!"
Emily was stunned by what she saw and heard. And the peek she'd had of the other couple only increased her own fires. She wasn't going to go that far . . . she wasn't going to fuck! But just seeing it take place made her quiver with want. Bonny was losing her virginity right before her very eyes. Her redheaded friend had done it! She'd gone all the way.
Tad had his hands under her ass now, licking her furiously. She felt the rhythmic throbs of pleasure again. They came on strong and unyielding. Her breasts tingled and she wished she could be kissed there again while Tad was working between her thighs. She cupped her swells with her hands and began to rub the nipples. Her belly heaved. Her breath came in labored gasps. And then she rode high, flew up from the bed it seemed as the itchy goodness of her come swamped her senses.
"Ohhh . . . Tad . . . fuck ... shit ... Ohhhh god damn it . . . !" She grabbed his hair and twisted it in her fingers. She pulled him hard against her exploding pussy, plunging her trim hips furiously. The teasing, tantalizing flutter of his tongue brought shrieks of pleasure from her throat. And all the while Tad held her legs bent back against her. The mattress creaked as they rolled around. Her throes peaked and she screamed again. On the bed next to them, Bonny screamed too. Faintly, Emily could hear the slick suck of Barry's prick fucking deep into Bonny's body.
Emily's ecstasy engulfed her completely now. Tad had let go her legs and she hooked them over his shoulders and squeezed his head. He ate at her pussy like it was some exotic fruit that he wanted to savor. Then the sharp, turbulent excitement leaked away and she was left with a lovely afterglow. Tad gently stopped his licking. She heard his belt buckle click as he slipped down his pants.
"Nooo! Not that!" She saw him falling towards her, trying to get between her slender legs. Somehow she cocked them back and kicked outwards . . . hard! Her heels drove against his chest and Tad spun backwards, half off the bed. Weakly, Emily crawled off the edge of the bed and staggered towards the bathroom. Her unbuttoned dress slipped off one shoulder but she caught it and limped into the safety of the small, lit room. She closed the door behind her just as Tad hit it with his shoulder. She found the lock and turned that too.
"Emily . . . listen ..
"If I listen to you I know what will happen!"
"I'll be good. I promise. Just come back out."
"No. Not for a while anyway." She closed the commode lid and sat down. She was trembling all over. She lifted her dress and spread her knees slowly to gaze into the inflamed mess Tad had made of her young cunt. Her juices were still dripping out and the inner petals had become so swollen that they poked out from her outer lips, even when she closed her legs.
"God . . . god . . . god . . . !"
"You all right, Emily?" Tad called. She saw the doorknob turn.
"Just leave me alone. I'm not opening the door." She took off her dress and stood in the tub. She ran cold water from the spigot and splashed it up between her legs. It seemed to help the inflammation some and after a minute or so, her pussy had lost its swollen, red look.
She-patted herself dry and got out of the tub. Her dress was a wrinkled mess, but she buttoned it up again and smoothed it down. She felt funny without panties.
"Tad, bring me my panties, please."
"Look, I wasn't going to do anything dumb," Tad said, getting her attention. "I had something to use..."
"You don't understand." She took a deep breath, let it out. "Oh hell, pour me some beer, would you?"
They went back to the bed and sat against the headboard. Tad lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs and put it out. He still didn't have on his pants and the front of his underwear was all swollen out. But Emily tried not to stare. She was still trying to calm her nerves after what her date had done to her pussy with his mouth. It made her ears glow red just to think about it.
"I liked doing that to you," Tad said, as if he'd read her mind. Emily didn't speak. "I mean, you're "Sorry little girl. I'm keeping them for a souvenir. You sure don't want to give me anything else."
Emily got her hair back in some kind of shape, frowned at her freckles for the tenth time that day and unlocked the bathroom door. Tad was leaning' casually against the wall just outside. He had a beer glass in his hand.
"I'm sorry I freaked," she said. "But I just didn't want ... " A groan from the other bed made her glance over. Barry and Bonny had stripped off their clothes now and gotten under the beautiful down there - between your legs. You might not know it, but you are. I could eat you all night. I could eat you ... "
"Shut up Tad." She swallowed and ran a fingertip around the top of her glass.
"Can't a guy tell you how he feels?" He filled his glass with fresh brew and drank half of it down quick. "I could've caught you, you know," he said offhandedly. "But I knew you were freaked and I didn't want to make it worse."
Emily sat there staring at her beer. It was getting warm in her hand so she drank it down and held out her glass for more. The booze made her feel a little better. Tad put a finger under her chin and made her look up at him. Then he kissed her on the lips. It was a soft, brushing kiss, nothing forceful. Emily was moved. Tad smiled.
"See when a guy gets that far along . . . well, he almost had to do something about it. If he doesn't it starts hurting. Hurting pretty bad." He frowned in pain. Emily stared at him. She'd never heard this before. Or had she? Hadn't Bonny mentioned something one time? About a guys balls. Blueballs was how her friend had put it. Yes, she remembered now.
"You mean, you're in pain? Right now?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't know," she said touching his hand.
"Forget it. You couldn't help getting a little upset, I guess." He moved on the bed and his face pinched as if he was hurting bad. Emily suddenly felt like a louse.
"I'm sorry Tad, really. But I just don't want to fuck. It scared me when you started pulling off..."
"I know. Forget it, I said."
They were silent for a while. Emily tried twice to say something. But she couldn't find the nerve.
At last she grabbed her glass hard and closed her eyes.
"Is there something I could . . . well, I mean .. . I can't go all the way with you, Tad. But if you want to kiss me some more and maybe hug me . . . Ohh I don't know how it's hurting you and I'm sorry I let it go this far and ...
"Hey, you don't have to apologize," he said and kissed her cheek. She smiled at him. She wanted to help. But she wasn't even sure she could. Maybe after a boy got to hurting, it ruined anything else that had to do with sex. Tad was sure acting laid back.
"There is something you might do. If you didn't mind."
"Tell me," she said, "I don't want you to hurt like this."
"Do you have any hand lotion in your purse?" "Sure ... " She smiled, then blushed furiously.
Tad took her face between his hands and made her look into his eyes.
"You don't have to. If you don't want to." Emily gulped and lowered her lashes. "I w-w-want to. Really." She swung her legs off the bed. "I'll get my purse."
She had her back to him for only a second, but when she came to the bed again, she found Tad stripped naked, resting on his back. His legs were slightly spread and his cock jutted up into the air. It bobbed powerfully with each beat of ,his heart. She felt completely at a loss as to what to do next. She looked at the bottle of lotion in her hand, then back at Tad's crotch. She knelt there beside him and put her palm on his stomach.
"I've never done this before. I don't know what you want."
"Use your imagination, Emily. I know you'll take care of things just fine."
"It's okay for me to . . . to touch it?"
"I hope you get that far," Tad laughed, and Emily smiled too as the tension between them dissolved some. She squirted a little lotion into her palm and smoothed it between her fingers. Shen she held the bottle above Tad's cocktip and let the white cream flow down over it until his shaft was dripping. Slowly she curled her soft fingers around the rigid shaft and began to caress it.
The heat of his flesh surprised her. And when she slipped her hand up so that her forefinger brushed the flared crown of the head, it throbbed and swelled. She wondered if she should be touching a guy quite so intimately, but the look on Tad's face told her it was all right. His stomach moved with his breathing. His eyes were on her, watching every move. She slid her hand up and down his hot cock. The hand lotion popped and smacked between her fingers. And when she "rubbed over that bulging head, his shaft stiffened and jumped against her movements.
"Yeah baby, you're doing it right . . . but faster . . . faster!"
"Like this?" She pumped him with a steady rhythm. The slap of the cream on her hand sounded very sexy. And his cock seemed to be getting hotter by the second. She saw his balls hanging loose in their sac. They looked like eggs and she wondered what they might feel like. But if Tad was hurting down there, she sure didn't want to touch them.
"Use your other hand if you want," Tad groaned.
"Where?"
"My balls . . . hurry!"
Emily gently held the two orbs in her palm. Then, watching Tad's reactions so she'd know if she hurt him, she began to roll them around. He threw his head back and forth and his breathing became more strained. And his cock was getting stiffer all the time.
She was excited all over again. The slick, smooth feel of that cockhead made her wonder what Tad was experiencing. Since his tip was dark with blood, that meant the membrane she touched had to be very thin. Tad was feeling everything! The slightest rubbing had its effect on him. Then she started wondering what it must feel like to a boy to have his hard prick deep inside the soft slick heat of a girl's body. The mere thought made her dizzy. She had no experience to draw from. Could a girl feel that slender shape up in her, too?
"Baby . . . Emily!"
"Am I hurting you?"
"God no ... I'm just getting close . . . go slow, Emily, go slow!"
"Like this?" She worked her hot fingers gingerly around the flared ridge, listening to Tad's breathing. He stopped altogether when she squeezed her fingers tight around the swollen knob. The tiny slit opened and a droplet of fluid grew there until it was big enough to dribble down over her knuckles. It looked like Tad was trying to say something to her. His mouth worked but no words came out. She squeezed a little tighter massaging his balls at the same time. Then she felt something up where his sac grew from his body. It was a lump that swelled with a strong rhythm. The little tube that ran up the underside of his prick was bulging too, as if it was jammed full of something that couldn't escape.
"Ohhh," she said, realizing what she was doing. She released her fingers from around his angry-looking tip. A fountain of cum leaped into the air and spattered down over her arms and Tad's belly. He grunted with agonized pleasure, lunging with his hips to slide his cock up and down through the clasping circle of her fingers. She could feel the surging spurts as they erupted from Tad's cocktip. Emily had never felt anything so exciting her life. She felt her pussy flood with fresh juice. She massaged and jacked Tad's cock until at last there was nothing else oozing from the opening. - Then she wiped her hands on the sheet and looked at his relaxed body.
She almost wished he hadn't finished. Because now she was hot all over again. She wanted him to lick her some more. Or kiss her. Or feel her up. But it. looked like he was about to drift off to sleep instead. And when she looked over at Bonny and Barry, they were doing the same thing. In fact, Barry was snoring. And Bonny looked ready to spend the night curled in his arms.
"Shit," Emily hissed and got up from the bed. She poured herself some more beer and sat in a chair against the wall. Tad just lay there, his belly glistening with pools of drying cum. She still had on her dress, but Tad had done something to her panties. She was fighting the urge to touch herself between the legs. As if that first come hadn't been enough! But it hadn't. It had been an appetizer, it had just awakened her real hunger. She wanted - More sex. Not anything dangerous like really fucking . . . but sex! It was weird how that desire had been taking over lately.
"Jesus," she said, looking with disgust at her sleeping friends. "Some party." * * * When Barry pulled up in front of her house and Tad walked her to the door, Emily was shivering with anticipation. Tad had been drowsy all the way back. But she knew that she'd be getting a good night kiss, and maybe more. She took him by the hand and pulled him into the shadows of the big tree by the front porch. It was dark in there, away from the glare of the porch light. She circled her small arms around his waist and pulled him up against her. He kissed her lips, but not like he had something more in mind. Emily was burning up. She rubbed her mound against his body teasingly.
"You still have my panties."
"Yeah." He smiled and kissed her again, this time with somewhat more energy. Emily gave him her tongue to suck and kept moving her belly against him, hoping to get him excited. She wanted to feel his fingers petting her hot little mound again, she wanted him to rub her against the side of the house.
"Ohhh . . . Tad ... I've had such a good time." "I'll call you up," Tad said.
"Don't leave yet." Her unashamed need surprised him. Emily didn't care.
"I think I'd better get back to the car. Barry wants to have another go at Bonny before he takes her home and he can't do it parked in front of your house."
Emily kissed him again, took his hand and put it under her dress. But he just gave her seeping mound a gentle squeeze and turned to go. She let herself into the house and leaned against the door for a moment.
"Damn Tad Howell, anyway." And now she knew she was growing up . . . maturing.
She went upstairs and was on her way down the hall to her room when she heard the sounds from her sister's bedroom. Sandra was gasping with obvious passion behind the closed door. At first Emily was certain her seventeen-year-old sister was doing something to herself and the thought excited her. But when she gently shoved the door open and peeked in, her heart stopped from the shock of what she saw.
Her brother Warren was on his back. Sandra lay on top of his body, her inflamed pussy speared by Warren's stiff cock. They'd left the bedlamp on and Emily could see the glossy juice every time Sandra dragged her cunt back off of the rigid shaft. The two of them were moaning and gasping and babbling something awful.
Quickly, Emily pulled the door closed again. She went weakly to her room and sat on the bed in the darkness, trying to cope with the fantastic thing she'd just observed. Had she imagined it? No. They were there, all right. Sandra and Warren. Fucking. Her very own brother and sister.
Her first emotion was one of jealousy. Though she'd never really dreamed of doing anything carnal with Warren, she'd always used him as a sex object in her erotic daydreams. And to see Sandra doing in real life what she'd only thought about made Emily bite her lip in anger. But the second emotion she felt was one of lust. If Sandra could do it, why couldn't she get some fun out of the situation? She wouldn't dream of actually going all the way with her own brother. That was a little too much. But she could make him . . . excite her. There were other ways. Emily closed her eyes and remembered how Tad's mouth had felt against her tumid little pussy tonight in the motel. Fucking couldn't be much better than that! An idea flickered into focus in her mind. It would take a little nerve, but she'd taken on a little more of life than usual lately. Going out with Tad proved that. Why not shake things up a little and have some fun at the same time?
Emily dug her Polaroid camera out of her bottom drawer and made sure there was film in it. Then she fitted a flashbulb in the socket and went out into the hall again. She eased herself up to the door of her sister's room. The sounds had changed, but they were still going at it. Carefully, she pushed the door open and looked in again.
Sandra was on her hands and knees on the bed, Warren humping her from behind like a dog. At the angle she had, Emily could get a good shot of her brother's cock actually sliding into her sister's pussy. She felt the anger again, the unfairness of it all. Everybody was getting their goodies but her. Yet she knew that as soon as that flashbulb popped, all hell would break loose. Her nerve began to weaken. She chewed her bottom lip, watching the ravenous way Warren was ramming his cock into Sandra's body.
Then, before she could talk herself out of the venture, Emily crawled into the bedroom on hands and knees, crouched close to the ecstatic pair and clicked off a shot.
Warren grunted with surprise as the room was illuminated for a second by the flash cube. He turned, saw Emily slipping out the door. Emily hurried to her room, closed and locked the door and went to her desk to watch the picture develop. It appeared on the sheet of film in full, erotic color. She sucked in a breath at how sharp the focus had been. Warren had just pulled back his cock when she'd snapped the shutter. She could make out the bulging dark blue head of it just pushing into the red membranes of Sandra's pussy.
The tap on her door came just about when Emily expected it. She slipped the photograph into the little crack where the back of her radio had come loose. Nobody would ever think of looking there. Then she went to let her brother in.
"What the hell do you think you're up to?" Warren said between his teeth. He grabbed Emily roughly and pushed her back and forth.
"You'd better stop!" she screeched.
"I'd better have that little snapshot you just took," he threatened.
"If mama knew, she'd send you to a concentration camp!" Emily spit, twisting loose from his grasp. "I mean it's just awful! You and Sandra! Your very own sister!"
"So you're going to show it to mom?" Warren was shaking. His face was white and he had to sit on the bed. Emily noticed that when he'd jerked on his jeans he hadn't bothered with underwear or with zipping up his fly. She could see his cock, still glossy with her sister's juice. "Well, are you going to show it?"
"I didn't say that. I didn't think I'd have to go that far." She walked around the room to keep from looking nervous. Now that she'd started the ball rolling, she wasn't sure exactly how to bring off her little game. She was too embarrassed to actually come out with her outrageous demand.
"Okay, I smell what you're up to," Warren said, rubbing his hands together. He nodded, finally discovered his open fly and closed it. "I'll pay you back that ten dollars I borrowed a year ago, Emily. And I'll drive you wherever you want to go, whenever you want ... "
Emily giggled. This was turning out even better than she'd hoped. "Well, that's a start."
"A start!" Warren got up. "Look, damnit .. . I'm not J. Paul Getty!"
"It's not more money," Emily said, voice shaking. This was going to be the hard part. She took a breath, took another. How could she ask her brother to . . . to go down on her? But her young body was tingling just thinking about it. She'd gone this far. She had to go through with things now.
"What the hell do you want," Warren said impatiently.
"I...well ...you know ...uh..."
"I'm not a mind-reader, Emily." He paced the room, glancing here and there as if he might accidentally discover the photograph. Emily fidgeted.
"You know what a boy does to a girl sometimes?"
Warren looked at her with disbelief. "What did you say?"
"I don't mean fucking," she whispered. "I mean what a boy does to a girl sometimes before they fuck."
"Why don't you just say it." He put his hands on his hips and stared at her.
"Go down. I think that's what they call it."
"Jesus Christ, I can't believe this shit! My baby sister wanting me to eat her . . . " He stopped, shook his head. He was turned with his back to her. Emily watched his shoulders for a clue as to what he might be thinking. Then he put his hand on the door knob. Emily knew she would never have the nerve to actually show that photo to her mother anyway. It had all been a big bluff. She was about to go to the radio and get it out for her brother when he turned in the doorway and looked at her.
"I'll be back in my room in half an hour. Right now I think I need some scotch from mom's liquor cabinet." Warren closed the door behind him and Emily was alone.
"It worked," she whispered, not really believing it. In half an hour she would sneak into Warren's room and ... "Oh god, I can't wait!" She jumped up and down on her bed. Then she hurried to the bathroom and started running a tub. She wanted to be fresh and squeaky when she opened her thighs for her brother's hot mouth. It was going to be lovely. And she meant to have it every night of the week!