Chapter 2
Kurt Travis emptied his glass, winced as the straight whiskey bit into his tongue, and continued staring at the attractive girl at the end of the bar. He hadn't noticed the girl at first, so immersed had he been in thoughts of his family.
He had fallen into the habit of stopping in at a bar or two after work. It was a relaxing way to pass the time, far more relaxing than going straight home. When, he wondered, had that started? There was a time when he couldn't wait to get home, couldn't wait to see his beautiful wife Julie.... When the kids were little, his biggest problem had been how to get them all out of the house at once so that he might get in a quick fuck before dinner. What had gone wrong?
He ordered another drink, paid for it and sipped slowly. He thought of the night before, the lack of excitement he'd felt in his wife's arms until he'd decided to introduce a little novelty to their lives. Was that it, then? A lack of newness, a boredom, was that what was pushing them apart? Somehow, Kurt doubted that boredom was the entire answer. They hadn't been bored all those years before. Far from it. Yet now...now there was only this bar to go to, and possibly another. That's all. Or was there more?
He glanced over at the good-looking girl again. A man was sitting near her. They seemed to be having a quiet argument. As Kurt watched, the man got up, slammed a few bills on the counter and walked out of the bar, his face red with anger.
The girl watched him leave, an amused smile on her ripe lips. She immediately ordered another drink and looked around the room. Her eyes brushed Kurt's.
Kurt noted the girl's full, high breasts and considered that boredom aspect again. Perhaps, like that tea commercial, all he needed was a change of pace.... He gestured to the bartender.
The girl smiled over at Kurt, raised the drink he had just paid for, and patted the barstool the angry man had just vacated. Kurt took his drink with him.
"Thank you." Her voice was warm.
Kurt sat down and grinned. "A little victory celebration. That guy looked a little upset."
She laughed. "Yes, a little. It's really too funny."
Kurt detected a trace of a finishing school accent. "My name's Kurt, by the way."
"Just call me Tessa." She sipped the drink.
"So what was he upset about, anyway?"
Her matter-of-fact reply dispelled the finishing school image quickly. "He just couldn't understand why I wouldn't go to his apartment with him after the way I'd fucked and sucked him the night before." She giggled. "I told him I liked variety. That's why I'm glad you came over."
He hid his surprise nicely. "Then I'm glad I came over also, Tessa my girl." He finished his drink in one gulp. "Only I can't take you to my apartment."
Her dark eyes flickered over his suited body. "I have a perfectly nice apartment myself, you know. And I think I've had about enough to drink. Shall we go?"
Her apartment was beautifully furnished, but Kurt barely had time to glance at the lovely living room before she whisked him into the bedroom.
He kissed her, aware that he was more amused than excited. She was a good-looking girl with a beautiful body, unless her clothing lied, but somehow Kurt's mind was still on
Julie.
"You kiss like a married man," Tessa teased, wrapping her shapely arms around his neck. "Shall we try that again?"
Shrugging all thoughts of Julie from his mind, Kurt mashed his lips against hers and began working his tongue into her mouth. Her body strained against him, the firm points of her nipples digging into his chest, the hot vee of her crotch grinding against the growing bulge in his pants.
"Umm, that's nice," she whispered, pulling away long enough to ease one slim hand between their bodies. She unzipped him slowly.
Kurt relaxed as her palm slid over his cock. He let her take it out of his pants and inspect it closely.
"Good. I love big ones." She grinned up at him. "Do you like getting it sucked?"
He pulled away from her and sank down on the king-size bed. "Try me," he suggested, pushing off his pants.
Tessa smiled. "Clothes are a drag." Quickly she began to shed hers. "Get naked, honey."
His eyes stayed on her body as Kurt removed his shirt. She didn't wear a bra. Her breasts were big but firm, capped with little cherries just made for sucking. The rest of her was pretty, too, with tawny skin and all the curves in the right places. She wore a tiger-striped bikini panty which only drew attention to her rounded pussy a little more than if she wore nothing at all. "Leave that thing on and come over here," he ordered, excited enough by now to really feel good.
She obeyed. "Want to play with me first?" she invited kittenishly. "Or are you going to put me right to work?"
The vague ache in his balls decided him. He wound his fingers in her hair. "Suck me off."
Smiling, Tessa immediately got between his legs. With her hands she parted them and lifted slightly, meanwhile digging her face between his thighs.
Kurt felt an electric, shock go through his frame as her pointy wet tongue shot first up his asshole. But before he could react to that unexpected thrill, her tongue was busy on his balls, vigorously lapping at them before moving on to the firm flesh of his loins, his upper thighs, his flat, hairy belly. She was all over him at once, licking a broad circle around his prick, yet never actually touching it.
Every time he would move to center her head on his cock she would evade him, either to tickle him under the balls with her pointy tongue or to jam her tongue into his asshole again for another brief, ecstatic moment. His dick was on fire now, aching to feel the hot wetness of the inside of her knowing mouth. "Oh, God! Suck me! Suck me!" he panted, as once more her lips almost but not quite grazed his cock.
She raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes were glazed and her face was flushed. "Make me," she whispered. "Make me suck you!"
At first he didn't comprehend. But she soon made her needs obvious.
Tessa took one of his hands and brought it to a breast, forcing him to squeeze it tightly. She half shut her eyes. "Make me do things to you. . . " she hissed, "and I'll make you do things to me. That's how I get my kicks."
His cock was throbbing now. Experimentally Kurt fondled a plump nipple, then, in a sudden move, tightened his fingers on it, hard enough to make Tessa wince with pain. At the same time he reached up with his other hand and grasped her hair roughly, demandingly. "Now suck my cock," he ordered, sliding his hand over to torment her other nipple.
Groaning, Tessa bent to the powerful urging of his hand in her hair. She sucked his cock deep into her mouth, gagging slightly on the size of him. But his fingers wouldn't let her escape. She felt herself being forced to swallow more and more of his prick until at last she had all of it inside her.
"Suck it good," he breathed, releasing her hair. He used both of his hands on her breasts, rubbing them as long as her mouth on his cock was enthusiastic, grinding them between his fingers whenever her sucking slackened in intensity. They both fell into the game smoothly, and Kurt found himself almost as turned on to controlling the situation as Tessa was at having him use force to command her peak performance.
Never had Kurt felt himself sucked this way. Julie usually ate his cock reluctantly, to placate him more than out of any real desire for the act itself. He luxuriated in the sensations of her tongue, teeth, and lips, and only when he was dangerously close to coming did he pull her hot mouth off his cock. "Lick my balls," he suggested, following up the mild request with a small, sharp, obviously painful slap on each of her large breasts. At once her tongue found his testicles.
The sensation was pleasurable, but not nearly as electric as her attack on his prick. But he wanted to delay his orgasm as long as possible. Then he remembered her brief oral assault on his rectum. No one had ever done that to him before. "Now lick my ass, Tessa," he ordered, spreading his legs.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent, her expression somewhat shocked, as if she'd never consider doing such a thing. "No! I can't! I just won't!"
Kurt resisted a slight grin. "I told you to lick my ass! That means now!" Calmly, he reached up and struck the girl solidly across the face.
Tessa gasped and reeled backwards slightly. The instantaneous flush all over her body was from rapture, not pain or anger. The first tremors of orgasm were tugging at her belly. "I . won't. . . " she moaned.
"Yes, you will," Kurt insisted, excited and interested in what was happening to the girl. He slapped her again rapidly, then began slapping her jiggling breasts, causing them to redden and bounce with each blow.
With a breathless groan, Tessa finally bent over and fastened her lips to the crack of his ass. But her tongue had no more than wet his anus before she moaned her orgasm into his flesh.
Kurt reached down and held her until the spasm passed, then directed her tongue back to his asshole. Closing his eyes, he settled back to enjoy the intense delight she was giving him. His cock was a mass of pain as it throbbed untouched against his belly. He stood it as long as he could, reluctant to end the tongue action she was giving him. But finally he knew he would come all over himself if she didn't stop -and he wanted to shoot his load into her. "Get on your back. I want to fuck you now." He pushed her face away.
Her flushed face was still colored with excitement. "No. Don't fuck me. I don't want you to fuck me!"
Kurt reacted by grasping her hair once more and throwing her to her back on the bed. With his other hand he ripped her panties off, deliberately shredding the fragile cloth. Her pussy was damp with excitement. Little dewdrops of juice glazed the sandy mat of hair.
"No! Don't rape me!" she pleaded, quivering in the grip of her fantasy. "Oh, please don't rape me!"
Kurt lowered himself onto her body and pinned her wrists up over her head with one hand. His other hand systematically worked over her breasts, hurting each in its turn. When she was panting and sobbing, he reached down and forced one leg up over his back. "Now I'm going to rape the shit out of you," he grated, lining his cock up with her juicing hole.
Her free leg raised of its own accord as his big prick lunged into her slit. She came at once, took a few deep breaths, then began fucking in earnest, her rape fantasy forgotten.
Kurt was aware of a slight edge of disinterest as he shot his cock back and forth in Tessa's cunt. It felt good, and he knew his movements were far from mechanical, but he was aware of a desire for Julie, not for this stranger. Then the pressure in his balls became too intense, and Kurt closed his eyes and shortened his strokes.
"Yes! Yes! Come off in me! Shoot your come into my pussy!" Tessa cried out as another orgasm tensed her body.
With a final heave, Kurt buried himself inside the girl's hot cunt and pumped his juice into her belly. He held tight to her as she milked him of the last droplets of come. Then he rolled over to the cool softness of the mattress.
Tessa was the first to speak. "That was wonderful, darling. There are very few men who are willing to give a woman what she needs."
"Is that why you try so many? The variety thing, I mean?"
She laughed. "Yes. That creep at the bar, for instance. He had it so ingrained into him that it's naughty to hurt a woman that he was a bore." Her eyes became slits. "It was only bearable because he didn't object so much to his being made to do things by me, though. I imagine he felt the need to be punished for all the nasty things he had just done to me." She laughed. "Are you feeling at all guilty, baby?"
"Not me," he said. But even as he laughed, an irresistible glimmering of guilt flashed through his mind. It was, after all, a lot of firsts for him. Not that doing a thing for the first time necessarily produced guilt-guilt found its way into Kurt's being due to the nature of his reaction to the acts, rather than the novelty or even the acts themselves. He had liked hurting Tessa; he had actually enjoyed the caveman-like bluntness of his domination over her.... He, too, had been brought up believing it was not nice to hurt girls.
Tessa watched Kurt's face carefully, as if reading the progression of his thoughts. A faint smile flickered on her lips. "You have reason to feel guilt, baby. You forced me to do vile things to you." Her voice was soft. "Now you'll have to be punished for it."
The cool words had a peculiar effect on Kurt. His cock seemed suddenly to be caught in a velvet vise. He turned on the bed to look into her now icy eyes. "How?" The stirrings of rekindled desire felt wonderful.
She reached for his balls with a catlike stretch. At first her fingers felt good as they stroked, then they began to tighten. She was an expert-she never actually hurt his fragile balls, but the threat was there, the expectation. Kurt was amazed to find that although his heart was beating rapidly with the fear that the stroking might at any second become grasping ruin, his cock was lengthening and filling, jerking into new life. When at last Tessa let her hand leave his balls, Kurt's prick was swollen and rigid. He knew a one-minute fuck would empty him. But Tessa had other ideas.
"Would you like me to suck you?" she asked sweetly. "Or would you like to stick that big thing in me?"
"Yes. Either," he breathed, reaching for her hand.
She laughed. "Yes, I'll suck you...I'll suck you good. . . . " She climbed over his body, her thighs straddling his head, her face angled over his throbbing cock. Her mouth came so close to his dick as she got into position that he could feel her hot breath on the tender head of his prick. He waited expectantly to be enveloped in the wet sucking softness of her throat.
"Would you like to lick my pussy while I suck your cock?" she asked.
Kurt looked up into the sandy tuft over his face. Desire mounted as he stared at her damp pussy which still oozed his juices. "Yes! Oh, yes!" He shut his eyes, tilted his head, and opened his mouth. But as quickly as he raised his head toward her pussy she moved her silky thighs and belly just beyond his reach. He relaxed his head for a moment, and the delectable little cunt was once more right over his face. Again, as he started for it with his mouth, she pulled out of his grasp.
It was then he realized she had effectively pinned his arms to his sides with her legs. On to her game of teasing him now, he gave some thought to fooling her by using his superior strength to free his arms. Then he would wrap his arms around her lovely ass and hold her still while his tongue forced her into orgasm after orgasm.
Again the girl seemed to read his mind. Her hot mouth sucked his balls into her depths. The pressure was just bearable. And a moment later, when Kurt flexed a muscle experimentally in his arm, as if to dislodge the girl, the pressure was no longer bearable.
Kurt took the hint. His arm relaxed, and so did the agony in his balls.
The game clearly defined, Tessa let his testicles slip out of her mouth and passionately kissed the head of Kurt's huge cock. "Go on, lick me. I won't suck you until you lick me."
Groaning, Kurt strained his neck up towards her pretty pussy. It was just out of his reach again. He inched toward it with his tongue. For a brief instant his tongue connected with the peach fuzz. Then she was gone again. The immediate rejection was almost as exciting as the contact. She was tormenting him with an exacting knowingness. Never before had he felt such desire to suck a woman. His cock jerked toward her mouth, straining for a little cave of its own. But Tessa would let her tongue lightly flick at it once or twice, then she would deny him her lips as she would her pussy.
At the start, Kurt was amused and surprisingly excited by her weird approach to lovemaking. Now he was becoming caught up in the pattern of her lust. He wanted her cunt under his tongue, he wanted his cock embedded in her mouth. He struggled toward those goals, never quite making it, his prick quivering with the intensity of his desire. Just when he thought he would come all over himself without being touched if the agony continued any longer, Tessa pulled away, drawing her magnificent body away from him.
She was on her knees on the bed, looking down at him, a mocking smile on her lips. "You really want to lick my pussy, don't you? You want it bad, don't you?" Her eyes raked his flushed body with its film of sweat, his stiff prick with its uncontrollable twitching. "Well, I don't know if I should let you. Are you sorry you treated me so badly before?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. I just got carried away. You're so damn sexy." He tried to smile, needing somehow to hide the fact that he really was feeling desperate to taste her flesh.
She wasn't having any of it. She parted her thighs a bit more. "Tell me how much you want me to let you lick my pussy! Beg me for it or I won't give it to you."
And then, as suddenly as the excitement had built up in him, it began to die. The urgency of her voice seemed to cut through his own involvement in the sadomasochistic game. He began to laugh.
"What the fuck are you laughing about? What's so funny?" she asked, her forehead wrinkling with confusion and irritation.
Kurt got up slowly, still laughing. "Nothing, sweetheart, nothing, really. The whole bit just struck me funny somehow."
Unsure of herself now, Tessa looked up at him expectantly. "You're not going now or anything, are you?"
Kurt reached for his pants. " 'Fraid so, baby." He felt unexplainably depressed.
Tessa jumped up. "You can't! Not now! You can't leave me in this state!"
He studied her coldly for a moment. Then he grinned. "If you can get me hot again, I'll stay and fuck you."
The girl smiled hesitantly. "Can I suck you?"
Instead of answering, Kurt pulled her face down to his cock. He watched her part her lips and moisten the head of his prick with her tongue, then suck the entire shaft down into her throat. His dick was now only semi-erect, and the skillful tongue work Tessa was doing seemed not to have any effect on him at all. With her head bobbing and her cheeks hollowed, she looked very young, almost like a girl, Kurt thought.
"How old were you the first time you were fucked, honey?" He gently withdrew his glistening shaft from between the girl's lips. "How old? Sixteen? Seventeen?"
Tessa grinned up at him. "Me wait that long? Never. I was fourteen the first time."
Kurt experienced a sudden shock rush through his balls and into his cock. Fourteen. Lennie's age. His daughter's age. "Fourteen. Who was the guy? Some classmate of yours?" His prick was getting stiff again. He rubbed it against her cheek.
She laughed. "Some classmate! Nope. My first lover was a man who knew how to do it. It was my father!" She ducked her head and licked the inside of his thigh.
Kurt shut his eyes and moaned softly. His cock swelled and began to throb. "Your father fucked you when you were fourteen? God!" The thought was enormously exciting. Thrilling. Exhilarating. He tried to imagine how it would be if Lennie had a father like that...how she would react. He could see her on her back on her bed, her lovely little body naked, her sweet legs pushed up against her cute tits, his own massive cock plowing up her twat....A sensation more like pain than pleasure rocked through his loins at the image. He grabbed Tessa roughly by the hair and urged her up on the bed.
"Ooh, you're so rough," she moaned, landing on her back on the sheets. She remained still as his strong hands lifted her legs, then bent them back so that her knees were bruising her nipples.
"Did you like having your father fuck you?" he asked hoarsely, bringing his dick to her pussy.
Tessa spread her legs a bit wider and waited to feel him penetrate her. Her eyes were almost closed. "I loved it! He was my stepfather, actually, and he was really hung. We used to do it all the time."
The soft flesh gripping the head of his prick was urging him further. But he was too excited to plunge into her yet. "Did you want your father to fuck you the first time? How did he do it? Tell me about it, baby. It turns me on."
Tessa smiled impishly. "So I noticed." She wiggled her hips impatiently.
He let his big, hard cock sink an inch into the steaming tightness of her hole. She shivered and tensed her muscles around his prick, mutely begging for more. But Kurt held still. "Tell me, Tessa."
"The first time my father fucked me I didn't want it. I was sleeping in my bed when he came into the room. My mother was away, visiting her sister...oh, Kurt, why don't you shove that big prick of yours up me? I'll tell you all about that night, but first fuck me a little, okay?"
Kurt complied with a sudden swing of his hips, embedding his shaft firmly into her juicing depths.
"Ooh! Oh! God! Fuck me hard! I'm about to come! Give it to me hard! Fuck me!" She twisted her hips under his while her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
He began giving it to her in short, swift jabs. The mouth of his cock bumped the mouth of her womb with every stroke. He had reached some crazy plateau-nothing could make him spew his white-hot load until he had every detail of the girl's first fuck. He could ride her all day and night, if need be. He realized suddenly it had been an eternity since he'd been this hot.
What he had felt earlier with this girl was nothing more than a warm flash compared to the fury of his excitement now.
Tessa moaned as his cock rocked her to orgasm. "That's it! That's it! You're making me come! Ooh! Ooh! Now! God, that's good! Ah! Oooh. . . . " Her thighs relaxed and allowed him to withdraw almost completely.
He reached down and palmed a breast. "Now tell me about your father."
"Ooh, that was so good.... " Her tongue moistened her dry lips. "We were alone in the house. My mother was away, but I didn't think anything of it. When I heard someone in the room I thought it was the maid. I was wearing one of those little baby-doll nighties, the kind you can see through. I wasn't even wearing any panties with it." She giggled. "As I remember, I had spent the earlier part of the evening playing with myself. I guess I just forgot to put my panties back on. Anyway, since I thought it was the maid I didn't bother to cover myself. But it was my stepfather."
"Don't call him that," Kurt interrupted. "Call him your father!" His cock was hurting now. He dipped it further into the sopping cunt beneath him.
"Sure. My father. Anyway, he was standing there, looking down at me. I was shocked wide awake and I covered my pussy with my hand. My father dropped to his knees, took my hand away from my pussy, and bent over me. At first I didn't know what he was doing. But it felt nice. I looked down and watched his tongue lick my pussy for a while. He really did it like he loved it, like he had been waiting a long time to get at my pussy."
Kurt imagined the scene in every detail. Only Lennie was once again the fourteen-year-old on the bed. And the father. . . . "Like this, you mean?" He removed his cock from her sucking hole and slid down off her body until his face was over her cunt. "Like this?" The pungent perfume of her well-reamed twat filled his nostrils as his tongue darted into her hole. He began to lap their combined juices eagerly, imagining her father's enthusiasm that first time. Impatient with his progress, his mouth fastened itself around her hole and he sucked at her, filling his mouth with hot cream. He tried to remember when the last time had been with Julie-she used to love getting sucked off. But somehow, in this and other ways, they had lost interest.
Remembering his fantasy, he wondered if Lennie would like a man's tongue in her pretty little twat. And Janna-he'd long suspected his oldest daughter wasn't a virgin. If not, had she ever had a man lap her between the thighs? She wasn't a pretty girl, not like Lennie, but her body in the sexy clothes she insisted on wearing was amazing. Surely any man who took her to bed would want to suck her off. Kurt moved his tongue upwards until it brushed her clitoris. The little nubbin of flesh flinched under his flickering tongue. Tessa's groans began to build in intensity.
The image of Tessa being eaten by her father gave way to an image of Janna, Lennie, and Julie all stretched out on a bed together, all wearing sexy baby-dolls with no panties. Their legs were spread, waiting. He would get to his knees and taste each lovely little box...would they all react the same? Or would the girls react individually? He had no doubt that Janna would love it. But would Lennie? At first? Would he have to hold her down while he sucked her, until she realized how good it felt? He was a mass of throbbing nerve endings now, hot enough to come without being touched. But still he wanted to draw it out; still he wanted to hear every last detail before spilling his seed into her.... He averted his mouth, kissing her thigh while the spasm passed. Only when he was sure he would not come did he ask her for more. "Then what did he do to you?"
"He...he licked me for a few minutes, then I tried to stop him. It felt very good, but I knew it was wrong for him to be doing it to me. But he wouldn't stop. I said I would scream, but he only laughed, saying we were alone in the house. So I told him I would tell Mother."
"What did he do then?" Kurt kissed the soft thigh again.
She laughed. "He straightened up, reached over, and slapped me across the face, that's what he did. You know, that was strange, because when he did that I got this funny feeling. I mean, it hurt and I didn't exactly like it, but it sort of did funny things to my stomach...warm things. My father never punished me before. All the other kids had fathers who spanked them when they got out of line. I figured mine didn't because he wasn't really...well, he didn't care all that much about me. So when he slapped me, it kind of felt good. Especially between my legs. So I threatened about my mother again, and he began really slapping me around. Did that ever get me hot! And it seemed to get him even hotter. Finally I agreed to do whatever he said. He told me to suck his cock. I did, but I guess I wasn't much good at it, since he'd stop every so often, swear at me, slap me, and tell me to do it better. That seemed to go on a really long time."
Kurt wondered if Janna knew how to suck cock. Did the men she went out with want her to do that to them? He wondered if she liked it. It suddenly seemed odd to him to not know a whole side to someone who you know so well. If some night he were to slip into her bed, pretending to be drunk, possibly, and nudge his cock against her lips as if thinking it were Julie, would she automatically open her mouth and begin sucking.... My God! What am I thinking? Kurt forced the fantasy out of his mind, only to find it replaced by the image of his younger daughter. She was such an empathetic, sensitive girl, really...and innocent, like a baby. If he were to tell her he had a pain, a bad pain on his dick, would she kiss it better? Would she let it snuggle up in her mouth? Wbuld she . . .
"Just talking about it is getting me hot all over again. Why don't you fuck me again? That lovely prick of yours has been really patient. It looks ready to explode." She reached down for it.
He fitted himself into her palm. "That feels good. Just play with it a little. So what happened after you sucked him?"
"He shot off into my mouth. I almost choked. But he made me swallow every drop of his come. Then he made me lick his cock and his balls until he was hard again. It took a pretty long time. He kept squeezing my little tits all the while. Then he began to suck my nipples. It really felt good. I didn't mind licking his dick so much while he was nibbling on my tits. The whole thing began feeling really good. But then . . . " Tessa looked down at the prick in her hand. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me with that thing, baby?" she asked almost wistfully.
"Not now, honey. Just keep playing with it and talking. You're doing fine." His eyes were tightly closed. His awareness extended from the hand on his hard cock to the images in his head. Nothing else existed. Both his girls had great tits. Janna's were huge, big enough to put any movie star to shame. And from what he could tell, they were firm, too. Lennie's tits were small, a perfect mouthful.
He had actually seen his younger daughter's tits only a month before. She had been returning from the bathroom after a long shower, wearing only a bathrobe. He had been putting on his shoes in his room when she walked by. Just then the dog had playfully grasped one end of the .robe's belt and pulled. Lennie hadn't bothered tying it tightly, and the robe fell open. Kurt had found it impossible to remove his eyes from his daughter's little tits. They were small perfect mounds, each topped by a beautiful pink nipple. A mouthful, he reflected. A delicious mouthful.
"Hold your hand still!" He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, barely avoiding the inevitable. Shock after shock kept ripping through his system as his fantasies increased. Had he ewer felt this hot? Even with Julie in the old days? Why were images of his daughters doing this to him? But Kurt brushed the question aside. It didn't matter now...nothing mattered except that he keep this wonderful feeling as long as possible. Nothing could get in the way of it. Nothing.
When he felt as if his control was intact once more, he pumped his hips slightly, as an indication that she could begin playing with him again. He knew his cock was like a burning bar of steel in her hand now. The cream in him was spilling over-a droplet would emerge which she would lick off without interrupting her story. "What did he do to you then?"
She giggled. "That's when it really got good. He told me he was going to fuck me. He was really super hot by then. He asked me if I knew what that meant. I said I did, so he made me tell him all I knew about sex. Which wasn't really all that much, now that I look back at it. At the time I thought I was pretty hip, though."
"What did you tell him?"
She shrugged. "That a man's thing gets hard and he takes it and puts it in a girl's hole. I really think at that point I thought he just held it in until he came. I didn't know anything about a woman coming. When my father realized that, he said first he would teach me how it feels when a girl comes. He pushed me back on the bed and gave me my first trip around the world. You know, he used his tongue on me everywhere. I mean everywhere. He started at my toes and ended up at the nape of my neck. He saved my pussy for last, right after he sucked and licked my asshole for what had to be a half hour. Man, he no sooner stuck his tongue against my clit when I came all over his face. But he didn't stop then, either. He kept licking me and licking me. I think I came three more times before he quit."
She was silent a moment. "Did you ever suck a really young girl?" she asked curiously. "Well, they're different. I mean they're really supersensitive. The slightest move of a tongue and they come. I really understand why my father spent so much time going down on me those years. There's nothing in the world like giving head to a young chick."
For some reason this statement surprised Kurt more than the fact that she had made love to her own father. "You go to bed with girls, too?"
Tessa laughed. "You make it sound so strange! Sure. I like girls sometimes, too. Especially really young ones. In fact, right after doing it with my father the first time, I started sucking off my little sister. She was only twelve, and man, did she ever love it! She used to wake me up in the middle of the night, after we had been going at it for an hour or so before falling asleep. I'd wake up and find her sitting bare ass on my face. It got so bad I'd have to suck her before going to school in the morning and after getting home. A couple of times she'd even trap me in the John and beg me to lick her during lunch break! We had a lot of fun."
"What happened to her? Do you still see her?"
"She got married eventually. Now she has a couple of kids and lives upstate. But she comes to visit me a couple times a year, at least, and stays for a few days." She laughed. "And she spends most of that time in her favorite waysitting on my face."
"Doesn't she ever, you know, do you?" Kurt's curiosity was almost as fierce as his desire. He felt like his cock was a thermometer-and any second now it would turn cherry red and explode.
"Oh, sure. But her thing is to be eaten by her big sister, you know? So what we usually do is I eat her until she can't come anymore or I can't stand it any longer. Then she licks my pussy 'til I come. But she doesn't dig it so much. Once, when she was here for a vacation, I called in this other chick I ball sometimes, a butch, who just likes eating it. I had her eat me while I ate my sister, but that didn't work out so well. My sister really got uptight. She ended up pushing the dyke off me and fastening her mouth to my cunt herself. So my dyke friend just shrugged and began licking my sister's pussy. It was wild! That she didn't mind. She just didn't want anyone else touching me!"
Kurt had an image of Janna and Lennie sixty-nining each other. Again he had to stop Tessa's caressing hand while he played out the fantasy. He tried to imagine his two girls eating each other. Then he put Julie in the picture, the three of them teasing each other's pussy with their tongues. All that was missing from that image to make it absolutely unbearably perfect was himself.... He rectified that at once. Now he was directing the action, positioning bodies all around him. . . .
"But here I go, getting off the main story.... Where was I? Oh, yes, my father taught me how to come. Then he announced that he was going to fuck me. I didn't want him to, so we fought again. But by this time I was pretty out of it. He got on top of me and...Hey, baby, why don't you get on top of me and I'll show you how he did it?"
Kurt allowed himself to be urged up over her hot flesh. It was like climbing onto all the young girls of the world about to be taken for the first time...it was like positioning himself over both of his daughters, with his massive cock violently eager to perform some ritual deflowering act which was his right alone, as family head. His cock was on fire, his balls were thin skins stretched tightly over a churning furnace. Even his tight asshole was clenched painfully with his determination not to come at once.... Janna, Lennie...Julie...Tessa...a hundred nameless virgins all danced through his senses, and he was about to rape every single one of them.
"God, it hurt when he first put it in! When my father first stuck his big cock into me!" Tessa, too, was now completely caught up in the fantasy of her own defloration. She grasped Kurt's penis and positioned it against her slit. "He held his cock against me like this...see how little my hole is? I pleaded with him not to do it to me, not to fuck me. I begged him! I knew it would hurt. But he wouldn't listen to me. He just laughed at me! He told me I would suck him anyway...I would suck his dick whenever he told me to, no matter what. And that I better get used to the idea, because I was going to be doing plenty of sucking from then on...and fucking, too. I kept pleading with him, but I knew it wouldn't do any good. He told me to put my legs up around his waist. I wouldn't do it. He gave me one more chance. I still wouldn't do it. Then he...he . . . " She took Kurt's hand and brought it to her cheek, then pushed it several inches over her face. "Then he...he...you know what he did!"
Kurt's mind was a blur of raging desire. He lifted his hand quickly and crashed his palm across her cheek. "Wrap your legs around me, you little bitch! Quickly! Quickly!" he grated, slapping her again.
"Ooh...ooh!" Her moans deepened as his enormous cock bit into her pussy. She threw her slim legs around his waist as his prick penetrated deeper than before. "Daddy! Oh, God!
Daddy! No! Don't! Take that big thing out of me! You're ripping me in half! No! No! Please! Don't rape me, Father, please don't! Oh! Oh! You're raping me! You're raping me! Your big hard cock is all the way in me! Ooh! Oooh.... "
Rockets were sailing up into a blood-red sky, sailing higher and higher, illuminating the universe with their brilliance. The terrible aching in his balls had spread out by now, the ache raging through his limbs, his groin, even through his ears. The sweet pressure continued to build, even when there seemed no where else for it to go. He could ride the crazy rockets of his orgasm indefinitely, exploding the universe of his impending orgasm at the moment of his choice.
It was a delightful, potentially exhausting toy to play with, and the temptation to explode immediately made each moment it went on even better than the moment before. He continued to ride the ever-changing body beneath him, enjoying her as Tessa one second, as Janna, the next, then as a very young and innocent Lennie, and even as Julie, the very first time he had taken her. He was all the fortyish men in the world fucking all the little girls in the world, and he was loving every moment of it.
Tessa was lost to his fantasy, so involved was she in her own. Her spasms were tumbling one on top of the other, making it impossible for her to know when she was on the verge of coming, in the act of coming, or caught up in the aftermath of coming. All she knew was that her father was raping her again for the very first time and she was loving it. "Oh, yes, keep fucking me, Daddy. I won't tell anyone, Daddy, just as long as you keep on fucking me.... "
Kurt began to entertain the idea that he'd about reached the limit. His cock in her sucking, wet pussy was being milked furiously. Milked by all the young girls in the world, all at once. He felt his breathing change and knew if he did not come at once he would have to die-there was no more room in him to contain the fury of his lust.
He grabbed the smooth legs and forced them up over his muscular shoulders. Now he could get every last bit of his prick into her hole. He began shortening his jabs, feeling the girl convulse all around his cock with each plunge. But all that mattered now was the rockets. They were about to scrape the red midnight sky. A scream started deep in his throat as he began to come. But when it exploded it was not so much a scream as a name . . . "Lennie!" And then he fell over Tessa's body as spasm after spasm shot hot sperm into Tessa's shuddering flesh....