Chapter 1
Penny sprawled on her back in the thicket of bushes and leaves. She watched her fifteen-year-old twin brother, Peter, wriggle down under the bushes beside her. Penny said, "We can't stay away too long or Mom and Lars'll start wondering." She boldly put her hand on the big bulge that was developing in his tight blue swim trunks.
"Don't worry about it. We can say we got lost or something."
Peter regarded his twin sister fondly. Penny was coltish long legged, narrow hipped, but amazingly full breasted. Her green bikini top barely covered the round bulk of her soft mounds.
Penny wore a beaded Indian headband to control her long, straight red-brown hair. Her golden brown eyes snapped with excitement and daring. She squeezed Peter's cock. "Want me to jack you off quick or slow this time?"
"Slow. I'll finger you off slow, too." He slid his hand under the elastic of her bikini bottom. His fingers touched the first curly hairs on her mound.
"God, if Mom knew what we do sometimes!" Penny giggled. She regarded Peter's beginning mustache critically. She touched it with a fingertip. "It should be long and droopy over the corners of your mouth...like the old-time gunfighters."
"Mom doesn't even want me to have long hair. A handlebar would drive her up the wall."
"Mom is so square..." Penny sighed. She opened her legs as Peter's hand crawled down into her bikini bottom. She returned her hand to his trunks and found his cock greatly expanded. It reached almost up to the waistband at his belly button. "Wow, Peter, do you ever have a big hunk of meat!"
"I guess I do." He slipped a finger down into her slit. The pussy lips were dry, but inside there was a slippery accumulation of what he thought of as cunt oil.
Peter said, "You've got tremendous tits, Sis. Want me to suck on one for a while?"
"Sure." Penny pulled her bikini cups up off her breasts. The fat cones of flesh were white in contrast to the deep tan of the rest of her body.
Peter took his left hand from her crotch and palmed her left breast. He pressed down on it and "the warm flesh bulged around his fingers.
The pink-button nipple surged up into his palm. He squeezed gently. He reached for her other breast and dipped his head to lick the left nipple. The surrounding areola puckered and crinkled when his tongue stroked wetly over it.
Penny licked her full pink lips. "UMM..." She squeezed his cock rhythmically through his clinging latex trunks. Peter's mouth enclosed her nipple. He sucked it deep and grazed it between his teeth. Penny shivered delicately. "Oh! You keep doing new things to me! Wow. Where did you learn that?"
"Just thought of it." Peter smiled. "Want me to do it again?"
"Yes, but don't bite. Just do it easy..."
He suctioned the erect little nipple into his mouth again. His teeth gently nipped the sensitive tissue. Penny closed her eyes and threw her head back to the ground. Her pulse throbbed in her long, slim neck. She chewed her lower lip. Her left hand moved under his trunks. Her fingers fought the tight material. She grasped the end of his cock. Her fingertip delicately scratched the area just below the underside where the "drawstring" was located.
His cock jerked at that touch. It swelled up even more. Peter lifted his mouth from her breast. "Where did you learn that?"
"Oh...I heard some older girls at school talking. It was very private...about what they do for their boyfriends and how they do it."
"Tell me."
"Maybe some day. Maybe I'll try some of the other things I heard."
"Huh! Maybe I'll try some of the things the guys tell about in private. Want me to?"
Penny frowned. "I have to know first. Tell me.
"You tell me what those girls said."
"Some of it was complicated and real dirty! We don't have time now. We better finish each other and get back to the picnic."
"I guess so." Peter took a second to push his trunks down to his knees. His cock came into view long, fat, hard, jumping with the force of his blood. Penny used the time to inch her bikini bottom down, too. She eased it down to her ankles. She drew her knees up and let them fall open.
The twins reached for each other Penny got a good left-handed hold of Peter's heavy cock, and he settled his left hand on her brown-fuzzed mound. Penny closed her eyes, as usual. Peter liked to watch her hand manipulate his cock, and he liked to watch her face as he fingered her. He pressed his middle finger down between her pussy lips. He found the slippery pool of cunt oil inside her vagina. He slithered it up onto her clitoris. Penny made a soft "Oooo..." when he touched there. Her clit was a stiff little pinhead at the end of a small pink gorge within her slit. His fingertip skated on a film of her juices. He moved the finger steadily.
Penny began pumping his long cock. Her hand was large for a girl, since she was already five feet five and still growing. But so big around was Peter's cock that she had to grip and re-grip every few seconds. Peter watched her hand sweep up and down his length. He was not circumcised, so the skin fluted up over his big, mauve-colored glans. When her hand pulled up, the skin pulled up his large balls in their fuzz-covered, wrinkled sac. His balls bounced when she got going fast...when he was just about to come and she went all out, sometimes with both hands wrapped around his extra-hard, extra-long shaft.
Peter envied Penny. She could come a lot more times than he could. He could only shoot off about eight times a day, and a lot of times she panted and thrashed around and came at least that many times while he was making it twice. Penny had a good hold this time and was pumping slow and high, just the way he liked it.
Peter eeled his fingertip down into her waiting pool of cunt oil. He tried slipping his finger deeper into her vagina. He found her hymen. A thin film of tissue that prevented further penetration. He also found a small hole in it. Penny was still a virgin. Peter felt good about that. He didn't like the idea of her fooling around with anyone else but him. Penny whispered, "Rub my button." Peter tossed his long, nearly shoulder-length hair from his eyes, and resumed his caress of her clitoris.
They heard twigs snapping and the swish of tall grass and bushes. Somebody was approaching! Penny and Peter frantically pulled their bathing suits up. Penny stuffed her breasts into her bikini top cups. Two people, a man and woman, entered the small clearing that bordered the thick bushes under which Penny and Peter were lying, concealed. The twins quietly turned over onto their stomachs to get a better view of the intruders.
Penny tensed and whispered, "It's Mom and Lars!"
Peter nodded. "Shhh!"
The man was tall, blond, thick-necked and thick-waisted, a one-time athlete going soft. He wore a green striped t-shirt, tan hiking shorts and leather sandals. He gestured imperiously at the woman. His voice came hard and grating with command. "This is a good place."
She was an older, pudgier version of Penny. Her red-brown hair was darker and cut in a Dutch-boy style. Her body was heavier, her breasts large and overripe, held in rigid position by a heavy-duty bra. She wore a red playsuit with a tempting zipper front. Her round, fleshy white thighs trembled when she walked. Her skin showed the faint pink flesh of unrecognized sunburn. She frowned and looked around, not seeing her hidden, silent children. "I don't want to do anything, Lars. Somebody might come. The children "
"We would hear them in plenty of time. The kids are up the river, swimming." He took her roughly into his arms. "I want you to do something for me, Mae." His big hands crept down her back to her heavy, rounded buttocks. He gripped the cheeks. He pulled her against his loins.
"Not that...not here!"
"Not what? Say it, say what you don't want to do!" He was toying with her. "Say the word!"
Mae whispered something. "I didn't hear! Say it loud. No one will hear."
Mae lowered her head beside his massive shoulder. "Fuck." She hid her face. "I don't want to fuck here." She lifted her head. "Why do you make me do awful things like this?" Her face showed puzzlement and a curious passivity an acceptance.
"Because it amuses me to force you to do 'shameful' things, my dear. I love to see you blush."
"Sometimes I hate you."
He laughed. "Deep down you love what I make you do. Your ex-husband didn't give you what I give you."
"Vern was a kind, gentle man. I loved him very much."
"Bullshit. You hated him because he was weak. You got rid of him."
"No! He left. He abandoned me and the children!"
"You drove him away and went looking for a strong man. And you found me! And you love me!"
Lars roughly tilted her face up and kissed her. His wide, thin lips crushed down on Mae's soft, full-lipped mouth. She whimpered and clutched herself tightly to his big body. She came up on tiptoe. When he broke the kiss, she settled and pressed her face against his chest. She was breathing fast. Her fingers dug into his muscular arms.
He chuckled. "Hear anyone? See anyone?" He didn't wait for an answer. He pushed her slightly away from him. He hooked a finger into the wide brass ring attached to her playsuit zipper at the scoop neck.
"No " But Mae did not interfere as he lazily pulled it down opening her front to her waist.
Lars reached into her playsuit and squeezed her heavy bra-clad breasts with his big hands. "Free them. I want them naked."
"Oh, please, Lars..." Mae shook her head pleadingly. Her wide, frightened eyes swept the tiny clearing, searching through the thick bushes and surrounding trees.
He put his hands on his hips. His head sank forward and down menacingly. He scowled, "Do it!"
Mae's face crinkled as if she were near tears. She gave one last despairing look around, then pushed her playsuit down off her shoulders and freed her arms. She was breathing fast, darting glances here and there. Her playsuit sagged loosely on her wide hips. She quickly reached behind to unhook her tight, wide-strapped, deeply cupped bra.
Mae's big breasts sagged. But not too much. She peeled the bra straps off her shoulders and let the bowl-sized cotton cups fall away from her naked, blue-veined white flesh. Her breasts hung out from her chest like soft round gourds. Her nipples were correspondingly large deep-red grapes set in smears of red-brown areolas. She stood, shoulders curved forward, hands nervously bunching her bra into a compact ball.
Lars was smiling widely. "Good. Doesn't the fresh air feel good on them?" He took them back into his hands. He squeezed and fondled the yielding flesh.
Mae reluctantly nodded, but said, "I feel so exposed so naked!" She still hung her head...and watched his big, manipulating hands.
Lars thumbed her nipples to swollen, almost purplish, stiffened teats. "You like this, don't you?"
Mae barely nodded.
"What?" He pinched them.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" She shivered visibly.
"Don't I know it!" He mashed her breasts together. He twisted them. His strong fingers sank deep into the milky flesh. Mae stood humbly, watching, her breath coming in deep gasps. She seemed to have forgotten everything but his cruel hands. Lars tired of that sport. He released each breast and said, "Now get down on your knees, Mae. I won't fuck you out here. But you're going to do something special for me."
"Ohhh..." She knew. She raised beseeching eyes. "Not that, Lars. Oh, please!"
He smiled cruelly, mockingly. "Why not? You do it to me all the time. Why not now?" There was a huge bulge in the front of his hiking shorts.
"If somebody saw!" Mae buried her face in her hands. "Oh, no..."
"On your knees!" He folded his thick arms. He took a wide stance.
"I...I can't." She clutched at his arms. "Lars, please! Not that...not out here!"
"Not what?"
"Don't make me "
"Name it!"
Mae moaned. Her face worked. Her arms crossed over her heavy breasts. She hunched forward, shaking her head as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Lars demanded, "NAME IT!"
Mae cringed. "Oh, please don't yell all right..." Her voice came quiet and tremulous. "S-suck." As if anticipating he would demand it louder, she said it louder. "Suck."
"Fine. Now down!"
"Tonight! I'll suck you tonight in bod. As much as you want! Hours!"
"NOW!" He pushed her down.
Mae collapsed. She sank to her knees before Lars. Her hands trembled. She reached slowly up to his shorts. She fumbled with the zipper and finally tugged it down. An animal scurried in a tree nearby. Mae jerked and turned a frightened, stricken face upward.
Lars laughed. "A squirrel. Go ahead. The sooner you do it, the sooner it will be over, and we can go back to the car and have a beer."
Mae pushed a trembling right hand into Lars' bulging shorts. She got a hold of his half-hard cock and dragged it out into view. He grinned proudly. His cock was big. It hung out in a heavy curve. Its head was small, a dark-pink little heart at the end of a thickening, broadening white shaft. Mae dragged more of his cock free of his shorts. She moved her face close. She stared at the glans and her mouth slowly opened.
Lars commanded hypnotically, "Suck...suck...suck..." His blue eyes narrowed as he stared down. She moaned complainingly and reluctantly guided the end of his cock to her lips. She closed her eyes tight and took his glans into her mouth. "More! Suck, damn it!"
Mae pressed forward and her lips were forced to encompass the dramatic widening and thickening bulk of his cock. Her throat, cheeks and ears moved as she used her tongue on the underside of his glans. Lars nodded. "Good...yes...suck..."
Mae whined but continued. Her head moved forward and back. Her right hand held the base of his cock in a tight grip. She began to pump him slightly as she sucked. Her heavy, loose breasts wobbled with her movements. Her big nipples remained stiff and dusky red. Her straight, short auburn hair swayed gently.
Lars began thrusting his hips as she sucked. "More..." Mae obeyed. She pressed another inch of his thick cock into her mouth. His shaft was wet to where her hand was wrapped around it. She made wet sounds...slobbering sounds...as she sucked. She stopped for a moment and hung her head, gasping deeply for breath.
She continued to pump him, with longer strokes. She kept her eyes closed.
Lars said, "Good. Now suck again. Another minute. Then I'll shoot my come into your hot mouth."
Mae flushed pink. "Oh, Lars, please don't say it...not out loud..."
He laughed. "Suck! You've had enough rest."
She resumed. She seemed desperate to get it over with. She crammed her mouth full of his rigid thickness. She moaned with Lars as her quick, head-bobbing, sucking action began to be very effective. Lars' hands curled into fists on his hips. He jabbed his cock at her engulfing mouth. Her hand pumped faster, with a fluid, skilled action. With her free hand, Mae held onto the back of his solid, blond-fuzzed right thigh, to give herself an anchor and leverage as she sucked him even faster, and swept her hand to and fro on his slab-like shaft. Lars breathed hoarsely. He locked his jaw and grimaced. He tensed. His whole body went tight. He seemed to vibrate.
Mae sobbed around his cock. Her hand flew. She made surprised "Ukk...uk..." sounds in her throat. A film of semen appeared on his cock. She pulled her mouth away. One last jet of white stuff flew in between her lips. She jerked her head away. She kept on pumping him. More and more semen flowed from him. It dribbled away and fell to her thighs. Mae made a sickened face and swallowed. Again.
Lars sighed. His body went loose. He breathed a mighty sigh. Mae's hand fell from his softening cock. She took leaves and grass and wiped at the semen on her thighs. She was still weeping. Lars smirked down at her. "That was a good one. You do very well out in the open like this. We'll have to do it again."
"Oh, no..." She pulled her playsuit up and zipped it shut. She didn't put on her bra. She balled it in her hands again.
Lars wiped his limp cock with a handkerchief and stuffed it back into his shorts. He zipped up and turned away. "Come on. I could do with a beer now. You too, eh?" He laughed.
Mae got to her feet and followed him, her breasts joggling freely in her loose playsuit top.