Chapter 1
"C'mon, Mollie, baby, let's drive out to the Forks and fuck!"
"Goddamn, Brad," Mollie Sheperd cried, "no!"
"What the hell's the matter with you tonight?"
"I'm just tired of being taken for granted, Brad Johnson, that's all!"
"Shit, you want it and you know it, baby. You've wanted it ever since the first time . . .
graduation night a year ago!"
Yes, she'd wanted it since that first night when they had both graduated high school and she'd practically begged Brad to take her cherry. But things had changed a lot since then.
Since then, he had wanted it practically every night. He seemed starved for fucking. And he didn't want to be careful. When Mollie finally insisted on taking precautions, he had been furious. His reckless way of lovemaking frightened her. So she'd talked to her older sister, Meg, and told her the problem. Meg got her on the pill.
She shouldn't have told Brad. Then he wanted her pussy twice as much.
Mollie shivered in her fall coat as a chill wind blew across the fields. Winter was coming. What would they do this winter? It was cold as hell trying to fuck in his convertible. Maybe they would have to stop until spring. Mollie felt a sudden relief at this thought.
Brad drove out to one of his favorite spots, parked the car and turned at once to her. He pulled her over across his lap and began hungrily kissing her.
"God, baby, I'm starved for you!" he growled.
Mollie tried to pull away from his grasping hands. He acted as though she were a meal he wanted to eat every day--a meal he had a right to eat. He took her more and more for granted, and Mollie was getting pissed.
His hand went to her knees, pushed up her dress and touched her thighs. He wanted her so fast, sometimes.
"Let me . . . let me lie down in back."
He scowled but let her up, and they scrambled into the back seat. Immediately, Brad was ripping at her clothes.
"No, Brad, it's too cold. I got awfully cold last night."
"You wouldn't if you'd move around more. I told you what to do."
Mollie flushed hotly. Is this what making love was all about? She thought it ought to be a quiet, gentle, almost sacred ritual. Instead, he tore at her and rough-housed her, often hurting her. She had thought love would be romantic and poetic and beautiful, but Brad made it an uncomfortable series of painful gymnastics.
Still, she knew he was crazy about her. She thought that was wonderful, so she tried to please him.
He opened her dress so he could touch her bare tits, biting and playing with them roughly. The cracks where the convertible roof didn't fit tightly let in a chill wind. Mollie shivered.
"Brad, what are we gonna do this winter?"
"Huh?" He was absorbed in seeing how far he could kiss her below her tits.
"This winter . . . when it's even colder . . . we won't be able to go out like this."
Ignoring her, Brad hissed, "Let me take off your dress. I can't kiss you enough!"
"No!" she said in exasperation. "It's too cold, dammit!" She sat up and swung her feet to the floorboard, pulling her dress and coat together. "Brad, I don't want to do it in the car any more . . . and that's that!"
"What do you want me to do . . . rent an apartment?"
"No, but there are motels!"
"They cost money, baby. You know I can't afford that." He was on her again, kissing her and coaxing her to lie down.
"No, Brad, please," Mollie moaned, her mind in a turmoil. She knew there was more to sex than she was getting from Brad, and she wanted to find out what it was. "No!"
"Yes, baby, yes," the young man panted. "Feel my prick along your leg? Feel how hot I am for you?"
She felt it. And finally his kisses and the urgent caresses of his hands, aroused her and she turned as hot and as impatient as her lover. She forgot all her worries and discomforts. Brad loved her, and she guessed she loved him, too. Together they would work out things.
She raised her legs and clasped his body tightly. Her arms went around his waist and under his coat. This time she welcomed him, and she moved the way he liked. He groaned with delight, and she smiled at his pleasure. Ah, this was worth all the trouble--the worry, the weariness, the cold . . .
"Now, baby, put it in for me! Slip my meat in your sweet little hole!"
Mollie knew where he got that--from the porno films he was constantly seeing and wanting to take her to. She felt, at nineteen, that she was little better than all the girls in those films--spread fast and get him off, whether she came or not.
"C'mon, baby, put it in!"
"Play with me a little more, Brad. I ... I'm not quite ready yet."
"Bullshit, Mollie! I don't give a shit whether you're ready or not now. I am!"
He ripped her thighs apart and ran the head of his dick up and down her slit. God, she thought, he's never felt so big. No, don't let him! Don't let him master you; you've got to master him!
"You're wetter than hell, Mollie. Don't be a hypocrite. Relax and take it, baby!"
"Noooo, please," she groaned beneath the face that was pressed against her cheeks.
Her hips suddenly betrayed her. Her softly fleshed asscheeks moved in small circles, hardly perceptible at first, but rotating in undulating rhythm to the motion of his cock over her pulsing cuntlips. The hair on his legs played against the backs of her thighs, creating an exciting sensation that seared the tingling nerve endings in her ripe pussy.
She did want him, damn him! But she would take, not give!
She lifted her knees up and around his straining calves. Her heels hooked behind his knees and, with a low moan of animal hunger, her arms snaked around his neck, pulling his lips down to hers. Brad jammed his tongue into her mouth and she sucked. Soft mewling sounds escaped her lips. She undulated her pussy-mound in a few thrusts against his hot, pulsating cock, trying to draw it into her waiting cunthole.
"Yes, damn you! Put it in. Fuck me!"
Brad used the large rubbery head of his thick prick to part her soft curly pussy-hairs. He met only a slight resistance at the hot entrance to her cunt. Pausing for a moment, he nuzzled his lust-swollen cocktip around her throbbing pussy until her tight little cunt-mouth suddenly gave and his har4-eock sluiced juicily into her cunt.
"Aaaaiieee . . . Brad, stop! Oh Jesus, you're hurting me!"
Mollie jerked and screamed as he painfully ruptured the full length of her cunt in one savage thrust.
The young girl's mind was split between revulsion and a kind of pleasurable wonder at the way his throbbing cock felt as it wormed its way through the folds of her stretched cunt. Deep, deep, he plunged in wildly jerking movements. She groaned, her mouth opening and closing spasmodically and her tongue running lightly over her lips.
"Oh, yeah . . . yeah, baby," Brad moaned as his cum-filled balls slapped against her upturned asscheeks, her tight little pussy opening for him as the impact of his thrusts drove her trembling thighs even wider apart.
The length and thickness of his huge cock was even greater than normal.
"Now it's good, ain't it, baby?" he hissed. "Now you're diggin' it, ain't ya?"
"Yes! Oh yes, Brad, give it to me! Ohhh, ride me and make me come! Please, make me come!" she rasped, willing her own orgasm.
He slammed his prickmeat harder into her, feeling her tits shake like jello as he thrust forward.
A smile spread across Mollie's face. Then her lips contorted in a bliss that no mere smile could express.
"Yeah, baby," Brad breathed, corkscrewing his prick deep, deeper.
She screamed ecstatically as he knew she would. Her eyes and her lips had told him what was going on in the deep, dark, juicy reaches of her pussy. She arched her back, the long, drawn-out scream tearing raggedly from her throat.
"Yeah!" he gasped, slamming his cock to her with all his might.
He was able to keep riding her at that wild pitch a good thirty seconds before his cum spurted hard against her womb.
He fell atop her, his heavy breath coming in time with hers. Her tits rose high and fast, the points of her nipples boring into hs chest. He lay like that until he could breathe normally again.
He felt her hand, soft and soothing, at the back of his neck, stroking.
"Damn, you're a good piece of ass."
Yeah, Mollie thought with disgust, that's all I am--a piece of ass.
"Take me home, Brad. I promised my folks I'd babysit my nephew, Robby, for them. He's staying the weekend at our place."
"Christ, he can babysit himself!"
"They like someone in the house with him when they're out. Now take me home!"
"Oh, shit, all right. What about tomorrow night?"
"I'll see. Call me."
t t t
"How was your date?" Mollie's mother asked when she came into the house.
"Okay," Mollie replied without enthusiasm.
"You didn't just go out and park, did you?"
"Jeez, Mother! No, we didn't!" Mollie lied, angry at the inference.
But not too angry. Mollie knew her mother was just thinking of her youngest daughter's well being. She didn't want Mollie to turn out like her older sister, Meg. Meg had gotten knocked up by Jeff Harrison at fifteen and had a daughter, Kit. Then, right after Kit was born, along came Robby. So now Meg was still a young woman of twenty-nine and she was saddled with a teenaged daughter and son.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Mollie said. "I'm just nervous."
"It's okay, baby. Robby's taking a bath. We'll try to be home early."
Then her parents were gone.
Robby was in the bathroom, which was a pity because he might be there a long time and she wanted to pee. He'd better hurry up.
She called upstairs for him to hurry up.
There was no answer. Mollie found the bathroom door open. "Hey, I said hurry up ... I gotta go!"
"Go ahead," the boy replied. "I won't look."
"I'll bet!" she retorted, but entered the room and pulled the shower curtain closed before she sat on the toilet.
"I can hear you!" The boy laughed.
"I can always hear you, too," Mollie said.
They often bantered back and forth like this.
"I'm gonna dry now," Robby said, and he stepped naked, wet and dripping from the tub.
"Robby . . . don't!" Mollie shouted. But it was too late. Mollie pulled her skirt down to hide her nakedness.
The boy calmly stood inches in front of her, drying his naked, hairless young body. For some reason, this excited Mollie much more than she had been excited earlier in the evening with Brad. "Mollie?"
"Yeah?" she replied, trying to figure out how she was going to wipe herself.
"Do you have hair between your legs?" "ROBBY!"
"What's the matter?" the youth said. "I was just wonderin'. Kit's gettin' hair between her legs."
"How do you know that?" Mollie asked, suppressing a smile at the boy's bold innocence.
"Never mind, I know. Do boys get hair down there, too?"
"Yes," Mollie said, feeling her face flush. "You're just not old enough yet."
Mollie's eyes went down the boy's sleek young body. Suddenly the nineteen-year-old girl had a great urge to touch the young boy's prick and balls, even to take him in her arms.
God, this is crazy! she thought. He's my own nephew!
But she couldn't suppress the feeling.
"Hey, let me dry you," she said to the boy who was struggling with the towel behind his back. As she spoke, she took the towel in her hands and began to rub Robby's back.
Then she pulled him around and rubbed his chest and belly. As she did, she looked down again at his cock and balls. God, they were beautiful--and big!
Robby didn't know where to look as he felt his pretty aunt pushing the towel between his thighs and rubbing his legs. But he liked the touch of her hand when it caught him once or twice in his balls and around his prick and, despite his embarrassment, he wanted the drying to continue.
Mollie wondered if she dared make any kind of physical advance to the young boy. She realized that she was taking a great risk if she did, and that in any case it would be wrong to take advantage of the kid in any way. Yet the more she looked at and touched his young prick, the more the urge became irresistible.
"Come on in and lie down on the bed on your back for a minute," she said, hardly aware of what she was saying. Her voice trembled. "I'll give you a good rundown."
The boy lay back and Mollie began to use the towel high up between his legs, and then to actually rub his dick and balls. As soon as she did so, the young boy felt a strange thrill go through him and he began to relax his legs to his aunt's rubbing. For two or three minutes Mollie continued to rub the boy's legs, thighs, cock and belly. And then, suddenly, unable to resist temptation any longer, she began to stroke his thighs, taking her hands right up between his legs to his crotch and catching his balls with the backs of her hands.
As the boy made no move, she took the risk of touching his prick and balls, taking them in her hands and gently stroking them.
The young boy's hands suddenly closed over her own, holding his cock like a vise in their grasp.
The movement shocked Mollie back to her senses. She quickly turned and moved away from the bed. "Get dressed and come on into the living room, Robby. We'll play cards or something."
Mollie wasn't sure but she thought little Robby's cock was getting hard as she walked from the bedroom on rubbery legs.
God, she thought, how crazy! I'm getting turned on by a kid!
She was even more unnerved when Robby came into the living room with the buttons on his fly open and no shorts on.
"Well, you didn't have to come down undressed," she said.
"Oh, I thought you wanted me to come down right away," Robby said, starting to fasten his buttons.
"Oh, not that urgent. Anyway, let me help you . . . you've got your shirt sticking out at the back." She liked the feel of her fingers rubbing against his asscheeks as she tucked his shirt into his trousers. "And now the front."
The boy turned around and Mollie pulled his pants closer and began to fix the top button.
"Are you mad at me, Aunt Mollie?" "No, why?"
"'Cause I liked it when you touched me in the bedroom."
"Did you?" Mollie said. Her hands were shaking, and suddenly, instead of buttoning up his pants, her fingers were inside them. They found his warm little cock.
Robby was starting to shake. His prick felt so much better with his aunt's fingers trailing over it than it did when he did it himself. He felt a sense of guilt suddenly and wondered what his grandfather would say if he knew what he was doing. He looked towards the door of the living room, suddenly frightened that one of his grandparents might walk in unexpectedly.
But then his Aunt Mollie was close enough to smell and it made his head spin. Her huge soft tits were nearly in his face. He reached up and cupped one.
His aunt groaned. He could tell that she liked it.
"Does that feel good, Aunt Mollie?"
"Yes, dammit," she moaned.
"Don't get mad, Aunt Mollie. What you're doing to my cock feels good, too."
Oh Jesus, she thought, I can't help it!
At once her fingers touched his young dick and she kept her knuckles hard against it as she pretended to fasten the button. And then, suddenly, she took her courage into her hands.
"Look," she said, "if I showed you my titties would you let me see your . . . your prick?" She gasped for breath, hardly daring to look at him.
"Yeah, wow, Aunt Mollie, that would be neat!"
Oh my God, she thought--neat!
But before her mind and reason stopped her, she shucked off her blouse. Then she fumbled with the front of her bra, between the two bulging cups and the bra fell away.
The boy gasped at two of the biggest, most succulent and perfectly formed tits he had ever seen. He couldn't believe it; they were even bigger than his sister's!
Now that her tits and nipples were completely exposed, Mollie stood and wriggled the upper part of her body, making her lush tits jiggle with a lewd wildness.
"Well, baby?" "Huh? Oh, yeah!"
He blushed and quickly unfastened the buttons that she had been fingering for four or five minutes and then, lowering his pants a little, he showed her his cock.
Mollie reached out and pushed the trousers down and took his dick in her soft warm hand. As the two of them looked at it, his young cock began to harden.
She held the gradually swelling piece of cockflesh in her hand, fascinated as she watched it get larger with each passing moment. It was different holding this young boy's prick" than it had been with Brad. She wondered how big it would get. A trembling sensation ran through her body as she held the hard cock and slowly pulled the loose skin back from the top.
For Robby, it was the most exciting moment in his life. At the base of his spine he felt a tingling, and then something seemed to contract just under his balls and his prick jerked in his aunt's hand. It happened again without him doing anything.
It was even more exciting when her fingers touched the uncovered part of his dick. It sent a strange shiver down his spine and once again his cock throbbed in her hand.
Mollie was gripping his young shaft firmly, feeling the throbbing sensations race from his cock through her own body to tingle wildly in her pussy.
"Do ... do you like my titties?" she gasped.
"Oh, yeah . . . yeah! They're so big!" the boy said in awe.
She leaned forward, letting her huge conical breasts dance in front of his eyes, barely inches from his salivating mouth.
"Touch them, honey. It's all right."
"Oh . . . Jeez . . ."
Tentatively he reached for her with a trembling hand. She took it and placed it on her tit with hers. She moved his palm around and around the full globe until her nipple rose to push against his skin. When the desire in his mind had been concentrated on her tit and some of his fear had dissipated, she moved his hand to her other breast and did the same thing.
She was still holding his cock as he worked over her tits. It was such a wonderful feeling for Mollie that she wanted him to go on and touch the nipple.
"Yes!" she breathed. "Go on . . . do that again . . . touch the middle." He had taken his fingers away for a moment, but now as he touched the throbbing pink nipple, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. "Oh . . . ohhhh, baby, I like it when you touch my nipples," she murmured.
"What does it feel like?" he asked, wondering whether she felt the same as he did.
"Oh, it's . . . it's so exciting. I can't explain. It's a sexual feeling, you see."
"Sexual?" Robby echoed.
"Yes, to do with sex. When you touch someone in certain places, it's . . . exciting!" He was intrigued and had taken his hands from her tits, wanting to know more.
"Robby," she said in a hoarse voice, "would you really like to know what a girl's like?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Then go ahead, baby," she gasped. "Suck! Put your lips on my titties and suck me. My breasts are sweet . . . very sweet!"
Reverently the young boy lowered his head and began to suck, first one turgid nipple and then the other. His lips ran over the domes of her marvelous tits to her navel. As if she had read his mind, she let her belly rock toward the caresses of his lips as he kissed her soft warm flesh.
"Oh, yes, honey . . . suck there, too," she murmured, arching her back and presenting the lushness of her belly to his eager tongue and lips.
"Jeez," the boy moaned. "Oh Jeez, this is good."
"Robby," Mollie breathed, "if you let me kiss you there, I'll show you the rest of my body . . . naked. All right?"
He nodded, paralyzed with anticipation.
Mollie dropped to her knees. She felt something inside her--it was driving her on towards his cock.
She bent forward and looked closely at the hard young prick. Her mouth wasn't more than an inch or two away from the throbbing shaft. It was probably terribly wrong to do what was in her mind, but she had to do it. She had to take it into her mouth.
She leaned closer to the beautiful shaft of male meat and let it brush against her lips. Robby gasped, his legs barely able to hold him in his excitement. And then, before he knew what was happening, he felt the hot wetness of her mouth on his cock, and a moment later she was sucking it in, right into her mouth as if she wanted to swallow it.
He could feel his aching dick swelling inside her mouth and she had to let the lower part of it out, it was getting so big. Mollie relaxed her jaws and began to move her lips back and forth over his prick, pressing her lips firmly around the throbbing ridge when she felt the hard edge of his cockhead.
She heard the boy suck in his breath as if he had just dived into a bath of cold water. It was from the excitement he felt at her moving lips. The important thing was that he hadn't told her to stop. So she let herself go and began eagerly to slide the shaft of the rock-hard cock back and forth through her lips, exciting herself and driving the boy to a frenzy of delight.
Robby reached down and touched her hair and then her shoulders, wanting to make more contact with her flesh.
He groaned as her mouth left his dick and moved under his balls. "Wha . . . what are you doing, Aunt Mollie?" he panted.
"Just wait, baby . . . you'll see."
To his surprise, her tongue shot into his asshole. She moaned. It was muffled against his balls, and her tongue swept around inside his ass-channel, driving him wild. His body shook wildly and his ass writhed, yet all the time her tongue remained solid in his asshole, the tip darting here and there as it touched tender nerves and drove him to supreme bliss.
Then her face was back over his youthful cock, sucking, swallowing. He felt her mouth suck at the base of his cock. Her tongue snaked out, made a fast damp swipe at his balls--a thousand thrills shot through him. He jammed his dick deep into her throat and then pulled it out to the head, her mouth loving his prick every inch of the way.
His hips began moving back and forth. Her lips pulled and sucked on his shaft hungrily, giving him incredible sensations of warmth and happiness.
The young boy drove his cock in her until his balls were almost in her mouth. He felt her damp tongue shoot out and lave his balls. He thought he would go crazy with the sensations ripping through him as her tongue and lips massaged his young dick. "Mollie . . . Aunt Mollie!" She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. She'd never sucked Brad off. She always refused. But Robby was different. She wanted to suck and taste and swallow his creamy cum.
Then he shot and her mouth was filled with salty jism. Mollie drank it hungrily, savoring every drop, and only when his balls were empty did she lean away, letting his prick slide from her mouth.
She looked up at the boy's face. He looked different, more alive than she had ever seen him, as if some strange thing had happened to him.
The moment had come when she would show her body to him as she had promised-- and if she dared, she might ask him for more.
"Robby, I promised, didn't I?" And as she spoke she stood up and began unfastening her skirt. A moment later it slipped to the floor.
The boy looked at her standing there in her panties and he could hardly believe it when she began to push them down her thighs to show her naked pussy.
The light in the room was just right to accentuate the tantalizing quality of her beautiful body. From her huge tits down to her slender waist, from the soft mound of her cunt, down her long tapered legs, she seemed to exude an overpowering aura of sex that had its effect on the young body. He only had eyes for her body, and already more cum had started to boil in his balls.
"Play with my pussy, Robby. Go on . . . use your fingers."
She stepped out of her panties and proudly displayed her whole nude form in front of him. And then she drew close, so close that the boy could touch her.
"Go on, baby . . . play with my pussy!"
He reached out and put his fingers tentatively on the hair just at the top of her legs. Mollie then widened her stance, urging his hand between her legs.
As his fingers moved into the angle of her crotch, he felt some wet hair and his fingers sent shivers through the girl.
"Jeez!" he gasped as Mollie widened her legs even more.
Then she reached down with her own hands to hold the lips of her pussy apart.
"Push your fingers in . . . right inside me, baby!"
He pushed his fingers against the pink flesh but they didn't go into her. Mollie at once took hold of them and moved them down a bit. He found that there was a kind of hole.
"Inside, baby," she whispered hoarsely. "Push them inside!"
He pushed and found that they went a little way into the soft, warm flesh. The hole seemed to be too small for his two fingers, press as he might.
"That's it," she said. "Push harder!"
He pushed harder and she groaned with pain. He was hurting her, yet she didn't want him to stop. She wanted his fingers to go inside her.
"Robby?"
"Huh?"
"Do you know what fuck means?"
"I ... I think so." "Then c'mon!" "Where?" "Up to my bedroom. We're gonna do baby. We're gonna fuck!"