Chapter 2
After my initiation into sex with my sister, I'd hoped to talk with Ginny that night about the way I felt. Never had I needed the guidance of my older sister so much.
But Ginny had a date that night and still wasn't home after the ten o'clock school night curfew Dad had set for her. When I went to bed Dad was
25 fuming at Ginny, while Mom sat over in the corner with a worried look on her face.
"Maybe something happened to her, Ed," Mom said to Dad. "You know that Ginny is a good girl."
"How do I know that?" Dad snapped, using Ginny as another excuse to get into an argument with her. "You know how kids are these days. You never know what they're doing behind your back."
"But, Ed," Mom protested, "Girmy's on the honor roll. She's a cheerleader. She's active in the youth group at the church."
**So what," he scoffed. "That just shows how sneaky she is. How do you know she isn't making us think she's one thing so she can be something else behind our backs. I'm telling you, Muriel, you can't trust these damn kids these days."
I heard them still arguing as I closed the bedroom door behind me and walked dejectedly to my room, wondering why they couldn't seem to get along any more. Not only was Ginny gone, but now Mom and Dad were fighting again. It had turned into a. very -depressing night after a glorious afternoon.
Lying in bed with the light out, I ran through my mind all the questions I wanted to ask Ginny. I wanted her to tell me again what it was like to actually have a boy's cock up her pussy. How big was a boy's cock? She'd said Stacy Parker's was ten inches. That was almost a foot. Were they all that big? And how many had Ginny seen? How many had she ... had she . .. oh-oh, that word again.
"How many cocks has she fucked?" I said aloud to myself in the dark, marveling at the power of the filthy word I couldn't resist saying. "How many pricks have fucked her cunt."
The obscene sounds of the dirty words had an electric effect on me. All drowsiness I'd felt vanished as I asked myself erotic questions about my big sister's sex life. Endlessly I repeated the words cock and cunt and pussy and prick-and especially fuck-tasting their sounds on my lips like forbidden fruit.
The more I obscenely babbled, the more impact the filthy words had on my suddenly over-active imagination. Cock and cunt and fuck took on visual meaning in my mind. Gradually, I found myself savoring a mental picture of a long, hard cock plunging in and out of my sister's foaming cunt. Fucking her.
"Oh, God," I moaned, closing my eyes and immersing myself in a world of sexual fantasy. "Fuck her. Fuck my sister's cunt. Fill my sister's cunt. Fill her pussy with your long, stiff prick. Fuck the living shit out of her!"
It was as though my sister and some boy were in the room with me-in the bed with me!-and I was urging them on, exhorting them to fuck harder and harder. "Fuck her-fuck her-fuck her," I panted. "Don't stop."
As my imagination totally captured me, my crotch tightened into an agonizing knot. Placing my fingers between my legs to soothe the throbbing, I suddenly found my hand soaking wet. My pussy was foaming with hot juice, bathing my groin with arousal.
While my sister and her phantom lover fucked in my mind, I slid my finger inside my spasming cunt and began moving it back and forth. The thrill from what was happening between my legs stoked the fires of my imagination, my pussy feeding my mind as though someone had poured gasoline on a fire.
"Come in her!" I cried to Ginny's phantom fucker. "Fill my sister's cunt with your hot sperm!"
Suddenly the fantasy-cock lurched in Ginny's slippery cunt and then pulled out of her fuck-hole just in time to spurt a column of white goo onto her heaving breasts. Her fingers flew to her tits and rubbed the creamy syrup into her skin, working up a lather that covered her nipples.
With my mind swamped with wet visions of exploding male cum, my aroused cunt went crazy, seeming to swallow my fingers. When I had three of them inside my pussy past the third knuckle, the second orgasm of my life swept through me, taking my breath away.
When I finally stopped coming and my senses returned to normal, I could feel that I was lying in a pool of warm dampness like I had just wet the bed. The sheets were drenched with the flow from my pussy.
Sitting up in bed, I moved from the wet spot and shook my head. It was like awakening from a dream as I tried to separate fact from fantasy.
Gradually I became more aware of the cool night around me. Ginny's bed was still unslept in. Listening to pick up the voices from the livingroom, I heard nothing. Mom and Dad had apparently stopped arguing and gone to bed.
My mouth dry from the self-induced excitement that had wracked my body, I got out of bed, deciding to go to the kitchen for a glass of milk. Not bothering to slip into a bathroom with nobody apparently up, I left the bedroom in my shortie see-through nightie, tip-toeing down the hall so I wouldn't wake Mom and Dad.
To my surprise, when I passed the entrance to the living room I saw that the hght was still on. I guess Mom and Dad had left it on for Ginny and I started to move on toward the kitchen.
Then something stopped me still in my tracks. My mother hadn't gone to bed after all. I recognized her shapely legs hanging over the end of the couch.
Seeing my mother lying on the couch, I felt depressed thinking that she and Dad hadn't settled their argument and she was sleeping in the living room because they couldn't get along. I started to tip-toe away toward the kitchen, not wanting to wake her so I could save her the embarrassment of knowing that I knew she and Dad were sleeping apart.
In the kitchen I had my milk and then walked back toward my room. When I passed the entrance to the living room I saw that my mother was still on the couch. Before I could continue down the hall the surprising sound of her voice paralyzed me as I realized she was actually awake.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
I tried to think of an answer, but the situation was so awkward the words wouldn't come.
"What're you doing?'* she repeated, only this time she was giggling. She wasn't talking to me at all!
"Just eating your cunt," I heard my father say.
"But I haven't bathed," she giggled some more.
"Just makes it funkier," he laughed. Then I could hear something slurp and I knew from my experience with Ginny that my father was sucking my mother's pussy in the next room.
I knew my parents had sex, of course, otherwise Ginny and I and Billy wouldn't be around. But, still, the idea of catching them at it was more than just shocking. Especially when they had been arguing so bitterly just a short time before. I just stood there, transfixed, my mouth hanging open, listening to their explicit voices and sounds.
"Oh, your cunt tastes so gooood," my father muttered wetly, obviously talking into my mother's pussy. "Better than any of those flavored douches. What have you been doing today."
"Riding my bike," she laughed. "Wanna sniff the seat when you're through between my legs." ^
I couldn't believe the way my mother was laughing and giggling. She sounded just like a schoolgirl, like one of the kids in my class when a boy put a frog down their dress or something. Except what she had was my father's mouth on her open cunt.
"Feel my cock while I'm eating you," I heard my father say. "Jack me off."
"Ill do better than that," she moaned. "Crawl on top of me and I'll suck your prick."
My eyes bugged out as I watched my father. He clambered onto the couch from the floor, where my view of him had been blocked by a coffee table. By moving to my right, I had a complete picture of him mounting my mother. Dad was completely nude.
I'd seen my dad in a bathing suit plenty of times, and with a towel wrapped around his waist when he was coming from the shower. But this was the first time since I'd entered my teens and was really aware of the difference between men and women that I had seen my father completely naked.
The difference between a bathing suit or a towel and nothing at all was immediately apparent. My father had an enormous erection.
Dad's cock stuck out like a long, stiff pole. Below his prick his hairy balls jiggled as he mounted my mother, moving his twitching organ back toward her open mouth.
Suddenly the cock that had hypnotized me started to disappear. My mother was swallowing it!
As my dad lowered his hips toward her face, my mom slid her lips up the shaft of his prick, eagerly taking inch after inch of the swollen member. Now I could see from my unobstructed view that she was as naked as he, taking his body to hers as she pushed his face down between her legs so he could resume eating her cunt while she sucked his cock. They'd been arguing so much lately, it was a shock to see them like this.
The room was filled with the sounds of mouths slurping against sex organs as they sucked each other. By now I had a perfect view of the whole thing, coming into the living room from the hall and standing against the wall, goggle-eyed in disbelief.
They didn't notice me because both of them were up to their eyeballs in the other's crotch. Their gasping and the slurping of their lips and tongues, were matched by the creaking of the springs in the couch as they moved their bodies in perfect rhythm with one another.
What a lesson in sex education I was getting as I watched my parents sixty-nine, lapping up a storm between each other's legs. My father's face was completely buried in the hairy nest of my mother's pussy, her black pubic curls completely obscuring his face. Above, her cheeks were swollen with the burden filling her mouth, my father's prick more than halfway between her lips by now.
My mother's fingers clutched at my father's balls, squeezing them while she worked his prick more and more down her throat. When at last she had every inch of him in her mouth and was sucking him to the hilt, her fingers went under his scrotum and slid up between the crack of his ass.
Dying to see what was happening, I silently moved around the room, keeping my distance so they wouldn't notice me. By the time I reached the television set I had a perfect view of the parted cheeks of my father's hairy ass. The light gleamed on my mother's wedding band just before her finger disappeared into the pulsing circle of his asshole.
Rstoning her wrist, Mom finger-fucked Dad in the ass, the vibrating force of her thrusts causing his cock to jump in and out of her mouth in a perfect fucking motion. Even with his cock crammed all the way down her throat, Mom still managed to moan loudly, the feel of my father fucking her in the mouth driving her wild.
The excitement I felt from watching them started to become unbearable. My body trembled, shaking like a leaf. My knees were knocking. And for the first time I pointedly noticed that I was completely naked under my flimsy see-through nightie.
My pubic bush was not fully developed yet at just fourteen, but the hght glistened from the sparse patch of curly hair that was already growing between my legs. It was soaking wet.
Automatically I placed my hand between my thighs, feeling the escaping juice ooze all over my exploring fingers. My pussy was so warm it almost burned my fingers, the flow practically bubbling from the heat of sexual arousal.
Then, my attention was turned back toward my parents as I heard my mother sigh as she released my father's hard cock from her mouth. "Oh, God, Ed, I'm so turned on. Fuck me, Ed! Fuck me, please!"
While I absent-mindedly manipulated my pussy, I watched my parents rearrange themselves so my father could stick his cock into my mother's cunt. She spread her legs so that one of them was hooked over the back of the couch and the other one rested on the coffee table. Her hairy, drooling box was an open target, seeming big enough to drive a truck through, which it had to be to accommodate my father's enormous hard-on.
He climbed on top of her, his ass temporarily obscuring the view of Mom's crotch while he fit himself between- her spread legs. But when I moved back around the room the way I had come, an image of his cock entering her pussy came into my line of vision. With his hand around his prick he thrust the pulsing tool into her waiting gash, ramming it within her with a single grunting thrust.
"Oooooh," she groaned as he stuck her, "fill me with your cock!"
I could actually hear the squish of his cock inside her tight, wet cunt as they rocked on the couch. My mother moaned in ecstasy, sliding her hand under Dad's balls so she could stick her finger in his ass again.
He cried out in pleasure when her finger shot mto his asshole. Spurred on by the added stimulation, he ground his hips against my mother's spread loins, burying his prick in her pussy all the way to his tightly clenched balls.
While they fucked I dropped into a chair across me room, unable to stand any longer with the feeling I had between my legs. I put one finger after another in my cunt, but they weren't enough. As I watched my father's hard prick split my mother's hairy cunt, I knew I had to have something long and round up my pussy, too.
I looked frantically around for an appropriate object to cram up my slobbering snatch. Then my eyes delightedly fell on a thick candle on a nearby end-table which Mom kept around because Aunt Harriet had given her a candelabra for Christmas a couple of years ago. It was just right. At least six inches long and about four around. If I closed my eyes when I stuck it up my cunt I could easily imagine it was my first cock.
Reaching over and grabbing the thick candle, I thrust it between my parted legs. Bending a knee over each arm rest of the chair, I was able to open my pussy further than I would have believed possible. When I looked down at my crotch I couldn't get over how wide my pussy lips were spread. Or how much goo was oozing from the mouth of my cunt.
After rubbing the end of the candle against the slippery outer folds of my pussy, I pushed the blunt object into my awaiting gash. The wax made it slide right in. Before I knew it I had a chunk of candle as big as the head of a prick engorging my virginal cunt.
Forgeting all about my cherry in my lust to be fucked, I jerked the candle toward my crotch, dreaming of having every phallic inch of it inside me. But when it was halfway within me, I suddenly felt the familiar twinge of pain in the heart of my pussy. Then something snapped inside me like an uncoiling spring and the wet candle came bouncing out of my cunt.
"My cherry," I whispered in wonder to myself, realizing how close I had just come to popping it. Remembering Ginny's sisterly concern that a boy's cock be the first thing to lance my maidenhead, I reinserted the candle in my cunt just enough so that it was comfortable, wiggling it around to make me come while avoiding my precious cherry.
As I was getting myself off on the candle, Mom and Dad were going crazy on the couch. They were starting to huff and puff, obviously getting ready to come. At last I was going to see the real thing!
He was going to come in her cunt, sperm spurting all over the place if Glnny had been telling me the truth about what it was like. I wondered what my mother's pussy would look like soaked with my father's hot cum. I could hardly wait.
"Come, come, come," I whispered at both them and myself. The head of the candle was moving maddeningly in the mouth of my pussy, touching places I hadn't known existed, and causing feelings I hadn't known I could experience.
Suddenly my mother's cracking voice drowned out my tiny whisper as she cried, "Oh, God, Ed, I'm coming! Fuck me hard, Ed, fuck me harder!"
"Unnnnhhh," he grunted, crashing his loins against hers as he skewered her with his long, hard cock.
"Oh, come in me, Ed," she begged. "Fill my cunt with your hot cum!"
This time when he grunted, she pulled her finger out of his asshole with a loud pop and gouged her fingers into his buns. As she clasped his ass, he lifted his head and let out a groan. Suddenly, milky white goo was oozing from the corners of my mothers cock-stuffed cunt and spreading across her thighs. He was coming in her. Coming in her so much that her pussy couldn't hold it all.
"Oh, God5 Ed!" she panted. "Your cum is hot. Your cum is so hot. Keep shooting it. Pull your cock out of my cunt and shoot your cum all over my tits. Let me feel it on my nipples. Rub the head of your cock against my nipples while you finished coming."
Incredibly, when he pulled his prick out of her pussy, my father's dick was still dribbling heavy globs of semen. Crawling up Mom's naked body, he sat on her firm belly and guided his still-hard cock to her heaving breasts. Placing the head against one of her nipples, and then the other, he deposited the last of his sticky flow.
When Dad had finished bathing Mom's tits with his jizz, she grabbed his cock and pulled it to her mouth. Hungrily, she lapped away the rest of his cum, smacking her lips as she swallowed every
. remaining drop.
I could have come just by watching them, but the phallic head of the candle engorging the mouth of my cunt made it even better. Pussy juice spilled down my legs and darkened the fabric of the chair. . Experiencing the same sensations I had felt during my afternoon of sexual indoctrination with
Ginny, I closed my eyes and just floated on the crest of coming, unable to believe I had let fourteen years and one mouth go by without ever experiencing an orgasm. At last I knew why I had a hole between my legs.
The three of us had all started coming almost simultaneously, and gradually we came down together. Although Mom and Dad didn't know I was in the room watching them fuck and coming along with them, I felt as though the three of us were involved in some kind of special partnership. I wanted to reach out and touch them, to caress their naked bodies and touch my father's hard cock and my mother's dripping pussy, but I knew it was impossible.
Reluctantly I concluded that I'd better get out of the living room or there was going to be a lot of embarrassment on both sides when the juices finally stopped flowing. While my parents snuggled in a cuddling embrace on the couch, kissing each other in the afterglow of fucking, I put the candle aside and got up to leave.
To my horror, as I stepped around the chair, I kicked a lamp. The noise seemed to me to be practically deafening. Surely they would notice me now. What would I do? What would I say?
Turning around, prepared to face the worst, I saw to my relief that their attention was riveted to the front door. The lock was clicking, a louder and more significant noise to them than my running into the lamp. Ginny was home!
"Quick, Ed," my mother hissed, "get off me and run for the bedroom. She'll catch us fucking!"
Jumping off her, my naked father dashed across the room with his wilting cock smacking against his leg while he ran. He was so absorbed in making it to the bedroom before Ginny came in that he didn't have time to notice I was standing just a few feet from his path.
My mother followed, just as ignorant of my presence. As she passed I couldn't help but admire how youthful and firm her nude body was. It was lusher and heavier than Ginny's, but just as exciting in its mature fullness, especially her dripping cunt hair that curled all the way down the insides of her thighs and up to her navel.
I got out of the living room just as the front door opened. It was Ginny all right. From the darkness of the hall I could see the worried look on her face as she wondered how much hell she was going to catch from Mom and Dad for being late. When she finally saw nobody was waiting Up for her, a big smile creased her face, and she headed for the kitchen to get a snack.
I chuckled on the way to the bedroom, thinking of how it would blow Ginny's mind if she knew the wild circumstances of how she beat curfew tonight.