Chapter 1
Lori Phillips, thirteen-years-old, felt a thin trickle of hot sex juice dribble down her taut thigh beneath the loose-fitting shortie nightgown she wore. She twisted in the sheets, trying to get to sleep, though there seemed no hope of that. She was sexually heated, her nipples hard and aching, her pussy alive with a rippling demand for the punishment of fingers or-oh, yes, yes-of a thick cock. But she had no chance for the latter and had to always rely on the agile pummeling of fingers against her clitoris, against the slick, ripe flesh of her young cunt. She had finger-fucked herself rather thoroughly not long ago, had spasmed and climaxed, the sweet wet essence of her pie dribbling through her young labes and into the cup of her palm as her little fingers worked furiously inside herself. But the heat in her damp box had no chance to abate. And now, dammit, now they were at it down the hall, the old man and her mother, humping the hell out of each other. She could hear the sounds, distant and almost inaudible, but she knew that he was filling her mother up with his prick, the very thing she wanted so much for herself, and visions of a pumping cock filled her mind and disturbed her so much that she could not sleep.
She let her hand trail down to her fatty pubes, felt the thick bush of fuck-mound hair that concealed her young treasure. She had more hair down there than any other girl her age-or at least more than any other girl in her gym class. They kidded her about it.
But she was proud. Proud, also, of the breasts which were much fuller than any of the other girl's breasts. They were thirty-five's, round and big-nippled, at least two inches larger than the largest other set in her class, and usually more than that. With one hand, she tweaked the nipples, drew them long and deliciously hard.
This was not going to be sufficient, she realized as her cunt spasmed with pleasure at her wriggling fingers. She stopped masturbating, brought her hand up to her face and smelled her fingers. The ripe odor of a young, sexually mature woman was there. She licked at the essence and smiled in the darkness at the taste of her inner recesses, wished fervently that there was a boy with her now, someone who might lick down there with a real tongue-and put a real", solid tube of male meat up into the seething depths of the pot that was the fulcrum of her physical being.
She heard her mother squeal, and the single, almost forlorn note of bed springs strained almost beyond the point of endurance.
Lori groaned, lying there in desperate need and with no hope of obtaining the sort of release she so ardently wished for, arching her young body, thrusting her buttocks off the bed and breathing heavily as she strained her ears for the sound of other moments of lovemaking.
"Fuck her, fuck her ... " she hissed in the darkness as she tried to envision the sight of her father thrust between her mother's bare legs.
Sometimes, like this, she resented having grown up so swiftly, having become a woman so far ahead of her time. It was bad enough being a teenager, with all the self-doubts, the agonies, the clumsiness of manners. But to be locked into a teen-age role while you had the body of a woman, the sexual needs of a woman-that was pure torture! And it was not just that she was more physically developed than the other kids her age. She also found the chattered nonsense of adolescents rather uninteresting and contented herself with reading poetry (she loved Ginsburg) and literature that were far beyond her years. She was bored with school, managed to get good grades without doing much of anything. She was one of those textbook cases, she knew, of children who are not children, who have IQ's far beyond those they should. She had taken an IQ test once, and they had found out she was somewhat of a genius. They advanced her two grades, but that was not enough. Her parents were against sending her into college at fourteen, oblivious to the fact that she was as physically ready and anxious for that as she was mentally. She wanted fucked, physically and mentally, wanted rich seed of sperm and knowledge planted in her vagina and mind, but she was hobbled with two more years of high school after this one until she could get away and learn-and also enjoy a little of that free sex attitude that prevailed so thoroughly on the modern American campus.
Another delighted eruption of sexual joy echoed dimly from her parents' room, and she writhed in anger as her own body responded lustily to that echo by pulsing and aching even more deeply in her crotch.
"Come in her and get it over with, damn you!" she hissed, biting her lips.
Then, abruptly, she had an idea that she had never had before, and the more she explored it, the more exciting it became. Why not go down the corridor, quietly, push open their door, quietly, and try to watch them fucking? Her cunnie dripped excessively at that thought, and she knew she would have release of a more permanent sort if this voyeuristic adventure could be combined with masturbation as she watched.
She kicked out of bed, left her room, the door standing open so she could get in swiftly if that were necessary, and padded softly, softly down the hallway. Once, she tread on a loose board beneath the carpet, and was rewarded by a sound like a small mouse in the darkness. She stopped and stood very still, certain that she would be discovered. Then she remembered that her parents were locked organ to organ, fucking with a fury that had been able to penetrate the walls of this old, stone house, and that they would be so caught up in the slamming, slippery friction of penis against vagina that it was highly unlikely they would hear a slight squeak of loose floorboards. She almost laughed at her tenseness, then hurried on lest she miss out on anything or arrive after the old man had already blown his wad and rolled off her mother.
She reached the door of their bedroom and stood before it, trembling a little as she anticipated the procedure for opening it.
On the other side, the heavy breathing and the wet slapping of cock into pussy was clearly audible, and the sound of it made Lori run even more swiftly between the legs with the precious secretion of her young slot, the creamy fluids of her womanhood.
"Screw ... me ... Bob!" she heard her mother whispering, her voice harsh, exhausted, rasping sensuously from her throat. "Fuck the ... shit out of me, darling!"
Her father moaned, seemed to increase the furious rhythm of his slamming, fucking frenzy.
Lori, breathing heavily herself, her heart fluttering like the heart of a rabbit in her chest, reached forth and grasped the brass doorknob, felt the cold lump of it in her hand. She hesitated, afraid she might be caught, that the portal might make some loud screeching sound in the opening of it. Then, as she listened to the .sounds of delight beyond, she knew she could not turn back. She had never seen anyone fucking and had never seen a naked man in her life. Some of the girls at school had pictures out of a nudist magazine, but the farthest those things went was to show limp and semi-turgid dicks. She wanted to see a male prong in all its blood-gorged glory.
She twisted the knob, felt it turning, the mechanisms sliding, until finally she brought it around as far as it would go. She held her breath, swallowed her heart which had sneaked, somehow, into her slim, brown throat, and pushed against the door.
It swung open, a little reluctantly at first, then cleared the jamb and showed a sliver of the bedroom. She could see, by opening it two inches, the bed where her parents were. There was a soft, yellow light washing across the scene from the forty watt, shaded bulb on the night stand, and she caught her breath as she saw lovemaking for the first time.
Her parents were both young, in their middle thirties, and her mother-especially-had always struck her as a beautiful woman. Now, both of them were beautiful, like teen-agers in the amber flush of light, smooth and sleek and marvelously energetic.
Her father was atop her mother, and as Lori watched, looking toward the foot of the bed, she could see the stretched twat and the rising and descending sac of her father's bloated balls. The big, hairy spheres slapped against her mother's ass as the thick meat plunged in and out of her. It was difficult to see the prick from this angle, but Lori found she was still more excited than she had ever been before in her life.
She squatted by the opened door, playing a hand between her lovely smooth legs, teasing the flapped opening of her tight quim as she watched her mother and father balling happily on the crumbled bedclothes.
Then, abruptly, they rolled, the thick penis still fucked deep into Lori's mother's cunt, and the woman took the top, her large, swinging tits bouncing as she threw her head back and bucked on the meat stick like a cowboy riding a bronco. Her face was a mask of joy, deep rich sensual delight that made her eyes half-lidded, her mouth open in a loose grin of pleasure.
Lori came diddling in her own soupy pie, and she almost fell backwards onto her cute, rounded butt from the undulating waves of excitement that blew through the tight recesses of her swimming sex pie, making her dizzy like a child that has run purposefully in circles.
From this angle, she could see the big, hard wang that reamed her mother, the thick penis that was rooted tightly between her own father's hairy thighs. It was so big it made her gasp, and she flung her free hand to her mouth to stifle the sound lest they hear her. She had never imagined it could be so big! It was huge! Her cunnie jumped and thumped and all but screamed out for it. Yet it frightened her a little, for she could not imagine how all of it could fit up inside a woman. Her mother's sex lips were split widely, and the pumping, glistening wet organ disappeared magically in and out of her.
God, how she wanted to feel all that long, heavy length within her own dripping hole! She almost fell again, almost shivered and collapsed even thinking about it. And she did come, again and again as her body reacted to the sight before her and to the thought of being split up the middle by that long lovely root.
Her mother came, gurgling in ecstasy, and Lori had a sympathy climax in her own pretty little slot, all her folds of prick-milking love flesh rippling and contracting as she imagined being jammed full of the real thing instead of her own fingers. Cuntsop dribbled through her labia and ran down the insides of both her tightly drawn thighs, though the sensation was more sensuous than ticklish.
The couple changed positions again, with her father on top, and she knew that, now that her mother had come, the old man was going to work at blowing his own rocks. He fucked Lori's mother with a wild, slamming frenzy that took his woman over the top again too, then groaned and grabbed her big, jellied tits again as his balls jerked on their cords, wriggling visibly in the loose red sac that contained them. His ass cheeks jerked, twitched, and he was spitting his come into her sucking cunt, down into the hot, steamy depths of her.
Lori almost groaned out loud. She somehow managed to contain the rumbling cry of agonized envy.
Her father rolled off her mother, his still semi-turgid prick dripping thick strings of come across the woman's bare hip. The slimy stuff glistened in the amber light, and Lori wanted it within her, desperately wanted to feel the stinging heat of it burning down through the soft tunnel between her limber, young legs.
Her mother wiped the sperm up with her fingers and licked it away, grinning at Lori's father who was obviously excited by the scene. They rolled together to kiss and her mother's big tits mashed erotically against her father's thickly-haired chest. Strangely, she wanted to feel her mother as well as her father, to suck her mother's breasts and feel her between the legs. She fought off that vision, took one last look at her father's limp, wet dick, then hooked fingers around the door and drew it almost shut, hesitating to close it fully lest the click of the latch might be heard. She left it like that, hoping they would think they had forgotten to close it all the way, then stood, dizzy, and walked quietly back up the hallway towards her own room.
The board squeaked again. Again, they failed to hear it and did not come to investigate.
She reached her room and collapsed onto the bed, her nightie riding high on her hips, baring the furry patch of her creamy twat. She looked down at it, realizing it was still unsettled. Her legs felt like jelly, the backs of her knees all weak and nearly incapable of upholding her should she stand again. Her buttocks ached, as if someone had grasped the smooth fleshy moons of the cheeks and spread them harshly apart. Her firm, quivering titties were alive with sensuous desire, and her nipples were still as hard as steel. Her tummy fluttered, as if live thighs danced inside, and her cunt ached and dripped with hunger, the labia opening and closing like seeking lips.
Lori Phillips was quite aware that she was not going to be able to ignore her body and its demands much longer-if at all. She needed the heady, exhausting release of sex, good sex, healthy sex, with a probing penis sucking out the need within her and blowing thick gooey release into her inner sanctums. The time for childish things was over. She must put the pastimes of childhood aside. Her womanhood, yes, might have come too soon, but to pretend it had not come at all was only delusion and folly and would lead to more trouble in a long run.
It was a healthy decision, one her parents and the young people of their generation would have found difficult to make. For sex, then was still associated with sin, with something just a little dirty. To Lori, raised in the more liberal and less religiously-influenced sixties, sex was good, clean, a delightful and marvelous function of the body, surely as god-given as were the taste buds upon the tongue, the rod and cone cells within the eyeball. She wanted to enjoy this most supreme of blessings, and she knew she was distinctly well equipped for that. She had a body that most women would give anything for, and she was sure she could learn how to use it damn efficiently.
She ground her hips on the bed.
Her cunt opened closely, made a sucking noise.
She grinned.
Her womanhood had been accepted at last. She hoped the journey from girlishness to full adulthood would not be too painful, that it would be one hell of a lot of fun!