Chapter 7
Art Wilson, sleeping fitfully on the downstairs sofa, heard the soft tingling chime of his watch alarm. He sat up, sheet falling down to his waist. It was one a m. He looked at the staircase leading up to the second floor of the Robbins' house. His cock was hard already, thinking about what was waiting for him up on the second floor. That session with Rachel in the woods had whetted his appetite for more. She wouldn't come spend the night with him, so he'd faked car trouble and wangled an invitation to stay here.
Why the hell she just didn't take him to her bedroom, he had no idea. Why should Rachel have any shyness about letting the kids know she and Art were fucking, especially if her nasty little confession about the kids had even a lick of truth in it. He was sure she hadn't lied to him. Something about cute little Amy, he'd realized after hearing Rachel's story, said that the petite blue-eyed blonde was no longer a little girl. In her eyes, in the way she walked, the curl of her hps as she looked at her big brother. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, but he could read it clearly now that he knew to look for it. Rachel was right about one thing, he told himself. Amy was certainly a little doll. The very thought was wicked, he knew, but he'd spent some time studying the pretty young girl and wondering just what she looked like, getting fucked.
Jesus! His cock was even harder than before. He had worn his shorts, only, to bed on the sofa, and the front of them was sticking out tremendously. He rubbed the bulge, sighing because it felt goddamn good. What I need to do, he told himself, is get my ass upstairs and bury this bone in Rachel!
He threw off the sheet and stood up, stretching. Mmmm, he was gonna slide the salami to Rachel! He'd have her moaning, and fast! If her kids didn't know she was fucking him, they would have to be stone-deaf not to find out about it tonight! But maybe that would persuade her she ought to move in with him. He'd even be a good substitute father to her kids. Might be nice.
There was a creak on the stairs, and he turned.
"Come on down, baby," he said into the darkness. "You wanna do it down here? I was just on my way up to see you, with nine inches of bone that has your name on it."
"Does it say Amy?" a voice rephed from the shadows, and Art almost shit.
She moved into the moonlight and he saw that it really was Rachel's daughter who had come down the stairs. She was wearing a short sleep shirt that came only partway down her shm pretty legs, and as she walked toward him, her little tits jiggled provocatively. He was just glad she couldn't see how red his face was! God, how embarrassing!
He picked up the sheet and tried to wrap it around himself, but the girl had eyes like a cat. She came down to the foot of the stairs and then to him, not missing a step in the dark, and ah of a sudden that hot teenaged body of hers was all over Art Wilson!
She jumped onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs encircling his waist. She weighed less than a hundred pounds, but the surprise of her assault fazed Art considerably, and he staggered under her weight. He grabbed at her for leverage, his hands coming to rest on her wiggly little ass. He touched her bare flesh, where the shirt's tail had ridden up, and he realized she had no panties on. His fingers stroked inquisitively at her baby-soft, baby-smooth skin, and he stared into the eyes that seemed to blaze at him out of the darkness.
"I saw how you looked at me," she whispered, "and I knew what you were thinking. You were seeing me and Bud, doing it, and you were wondering what it would be like to stick that long cock of yours into my little pink pussy! It turned you on so much to know that Bud and I fuck each other, didn't it, Art? Mom said your prick just went from noodle to bone inside her pussy when she told you."
"Oh, shit!" Art said, collapsing back onto the sofa, Amy flopping atop him. The sheet was gone-he'd lost it when the little bitch jumped him-and as they settled onto the couch, her ass came to rest squarely atop the rigid bone of his cock. He was still hard, and her cute, jiggly body shoving all over his didn't do a fucking thing for the stiffness in his prick. He squirmed, awkwardly. "Amy, we can't..."
"Yes we can," Amy insisted, nipping little kisses onto his cheeks, his nose, his eye lids. Her breath was sweet as honey and the tip of her tongue grazed his flesh. "You can't go up and fuck Mom anyway. Bud's got his cock in her. Right this very minute!"
Art gasped in shock.
"Isn't it nasty!" Amy said excitedly. "He'd get mad as hell if you called him that, but he really is a mother-fucker!" She giggled softly. "So if you want to use that big hard cock on anybody, Art, it'll have to be on me. Wouldn't you like to do that? I know I'd like it! I got sooo hot watching them fuck! I was out on the roof, peeking through the window. He stuck his prick in her while she was asleep, and when she woke up, she just went crazy! She got down and sucked him off-swallowed his whole fucking cock, and drank every drop of his juicy cum- and now they're fucking again. If you listen real close, you can maybe hear the bed creaking. Oh, but let's not worry about that! I'm so horny, and mmmm, I can tell you are too! Why don't we do it with each other? I've never fucked anybody but Bud, and I'd love to know what it's like with somebody else ..."
"You talk too fucking much," Art snarled, pushing the babbling young girl off him.
She fell onto her side on the sofa, looking up at him. Her night shirt was still up high, and he could see the dainty puff of gold hair between her legs, looking dark and mysterious in the shadowy moonlight. She saw where he was staring, and she pulled her shirt up a little higher, exposing herself brazenly. Breath caught in his throat as she lifted the shirt even higher. One tit, then another, popped into view, the nipples pink, hard-pointed, capping the tips of her small handfuls of tit. She looked at him, and then she began to slide a fingertip provocatively back and forth across the tip of one tit, moaning delicately as the stimulation deepened.
"It feels so good," she purred, "but it would feel better if you touched me ... "
Fuck it! Art thought. He yanked the shirt up to her neck, then pulled it completely off her petite little body. Naked, she certainly looked old enough and big enough. He put his hands on her tits, squeezing hard at the fragile little tit-mounds. Amy closed her eyes and sighed, her hands covering his, pressing them down upon her heaving tits. Her nipples burned into his palms. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart, and his own wasn't slouching!
"You're not lying to me ... about Rachel and ... Bud ..."
From upstairs there came suddenly a low moaning sound. It was distant, faraway, but unmistakable. Amy's hps curled up in a knowing smile.
"I'm not lying about anything," she said. "Especially about how much I want you to fuck me."
She slipped her small hand into the waist of Art's shorts, pulling them down with her wrist while she fisted the stiffened lance of his cock. Her fingers locked around it as she pulled it into the moonlight.
"Oh!" she said, eyeing up and down his long pole. It wasn't as fat as Bud's but it was longer, by an inch or two. It might not stretch her dainty cunt as aggressively as Bud's cock, but Jesus, would this thing ever fuck her deeply!
She tilted her head back, hps parted to receive the kiss that Art could not resist giving her. As he bore the hot young teen back onto the sofa, her hand yanked energetically at his rigid cock, his fingers squeezed the delicately pliable curves of her small but eager tits, and their tongues fucked back and forth from one mouth to the other in a hot sparring match.
"Gotta suck it," the young girl hissed. "Fuckin' gotta!"
She wriggled her mouth free of Art's. The older man leaned back, gasping in delight as Amy first kissed, then licked, the tip of his straining cock-rod. He stroked her blonde head, urging her to do even more, but she was in a playful mood and she wanted to tease. She worked her hps up and down his cock, murmuring softly as she brushed them over his hard flesh. She could feel the responsive throb inside his cock, and she loved it! He was excited, but not half as excited as she! This was her first piece of strange prick!
And the urge to stick it in her mouth grew too great to resist. She wanted to make him climb the walls, but she was already halfway up there herself. Giggling shyly, Amy opened her mouth and fed the tip of Art's long slender prick inside. She heard him moan as she took him in, and even though she knew she could never suck as deeply-Jesus, all the way down her throat- as he was used to from Mom, she could still suck well enough to make him wanna jump out of his skin!
"Yeah, Amy, do it," she heard him sigh as her head began to work up and down on his prick.
She was wetter even than was usual when she had Bud's cock in her mouth, and he slid in and out of Amy's mouth with the ease of a knife cutting soft butter. Ah she had to do was drool and slurp, and with his cock penetrating her mouth again and again with its meaty erection, it was no problem!
It was a lot like sucking Bud's cock, but it was different, too. They didn't taste the same at ah, though the basic flavor was similar. Art's cock tasted-older. More experienced. How many mouths and pussies had it fucked in the past? She knew for a fact that it had fucked her mother's mouth and cunt, and the knowledge thrilled Amy tremendously. Would he think she was as good as Mom?
She worked her mouth more sensuously, drinking in the taste of him, almost inhaling his cock as she sucked. More and more of him was fucking into her mouth. She almost gagged when he went particularly deep, but the impulse passed and she threw her concentration back to sucking. It got easier and easier, even when his horniness made him thrust far into her mouth. She could take him all the way back on her tongue with less and less trouble. The tip of him even entered her upper throat, and ah she did was gulp and keep on sucking.
She finally had to catch her breath, though, and she raised her head from his spit-shined cock. Her hps trembled uncontrollably and her heart raced madly inside her slim body. "How am I doing?"
He pulled her up and kissed her all over the face, his hands caressing her heated-up young figure. She twisted this way and that, pushing her small but aroused titties into his palms, rubbing him with the rest of her body.
"Good, huh?" she asked as their mouths parted.
He flipped her down and lifted one leg, anchoring it over the top of the sofa. Amy giggled as he bent down into her pussy and began to eat her. And then she didn't feel like giggling, because his tongue was on her hot clit! She'd rubbed her cunt raw, while she was spying on Mom and Bud a little while ago, and the touch of his tongue on her sex organ was like the rasp of sandpaper-at first. But his mouth was as juicy as her own, and he massaged his saliva into the flesh of her pussy, tonguing her over and over, and she began to feel a different response building inside herself.
"I love to be eaten," she said. "It's weird-it makes me all hot and tense, but it soothes me at the same time. I don't know whether to scream or pass out. Oh, God, eat me!"
He was munching on her soft pussy now, pulling her open with his lips, chewing gently on her pink hps. She twisted and bucked, feeding her cunt into Art's face. If her blowjob felt half as good to him as he felt to her, he must be totally, intensely turned-on right now. Amy Robbins fucking knew that she was!
She looked down at Art as he fed in her cunt, and she said, "Ooohhh, I wanna fuck you so bad!"
He looked up, grinning. "You know, when I was your age, there was one thing I wanted more than anything else in the world. Guess what it was?"
"A piece of ass off a hot little teenaged girl who was just my age?"
"Her name was Melissa," Art said, "and she was almost as pretty as you. But that was a long time ago, and most girls didn't fuck. She didn't, at least. So I never got her."
"You got something a lot better right now," Amy said smugly. "Why don't you stick your cock in and find out how much better? Mmmm, let's do it like you fucked Mom in the woods, okay? You behind me, sliding your prick in me from the rear? Not up my asshole!"
"Maybe later," Art said, sliding his sweaty hands along the smooth moist curves of her ass-cheeks.
Amy squealed. That was a nasty idea! But the more she thought about it ...
She rested her abdomen on the arm of the couch and she stuck her ass up in the air. Art leaned one knee on the couch, had the other leg braced on the floor. He came in from behind, the tip of his absolutely rigid cock tickling the hps of Amy's pussy.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "That's kind of disturbing and soothing at the same time, too!"
He stroked her pussy-hps, coating his cock in the wetness that oozed from her tight young pussy.
"Stick it in!" she urged.
He grunted something in reply and inserted the tip of his prick between her snug hps. She worked her ass back toward him, swallowing the knob of Art's cock into her tight hole. He wasn't as big as Bud, but she hadn't been fucking ah that long, and at first his cock felt enormous coming into her. He pushed a little harder, and her tight sheath yielded before him, and she felt him come ramming up her pussy, as hot to be inside her as she was to have him there. She sighed, feeling him penetrate.
He worked into her dripping pussy as easily as he'd gone into her sucking mouth. She squirmed and wiggled, helping him along, and then she gasped as the tip of his prick pushed ah the way inside, tapping at the mouth of her womb. She stuck her ass up a little higher, and he seemed to plunge deeper still. Jesus only knew where the end of his cock was now! She'd thought there was no more room inside her for that long cock!
But it pushed inside, and she moaned from low in her belly at the sweet, stuffed feeling of having him fully within her squishy, wet cunt.
"Oh, I love it," she said, "I fucking love it! Bang me hard! Make me scream! Make me come!"
One of us is gonna have no fucking trouble at all with that! Art thought, gripping the shm young teen's ass as he started to work his cock in and out. He'd sprouted this boner thinking about her mother's hot pussy, but the daughter's cunt was just as sweet, just as wet, just as outrageous! And speaking of outrageous, he had a momentary flash of what Bud and Rachel were probably doing to each other upstairs-the mother and the son, fucking hke warthogs in heat-and if anything, his cock seemed to get stiffer, harder, plunging into
Amy's tight little cunt.
He could tell she'd been used very little, even if she was fucking her brother. Her pussy was the tightest he'd ever had his cock in. It massaged his prick with talented ripples and squeezes as he fucked into her, and each contraction of Amy's cunt made his cock want to give up the struggle and gush the hot little bitch full of his scalding jism. But he wanted to make it good for her, too. After ah, he was her first strange cock. But something told him he would not be her last. This little teenaged girl responded as if she could, and would, fuck the whole world, given enough time!
He sawed again and again into the gut-wrenching tightness of her hot young pussy, loving every inch of penetration that he made. Her ass wiggled like jello in his clutching fingers. He couldn't get enough of the smooth, sweat-soaked feel of her aroused young body. He worked his cock deeper and leaned onto Amy's back, reaching under the girl to capture her pointed, pink-nippled tits. He squeezed the little buds as if he were milking them, and she moaned under him, shaking that sweet juicy ass, literally eating his prick with her delicious pussy.
Mmmm! The thought made him remember how sweet her cunt had tasted when he had his tongue inside her. The sweh of her aroused clit, the juices that oozed from her swampy crack, the feel of her pussy-muscles as his tongue fucked lightly into her cunt. He rubbed his belly against the sweh of her ass and he made his cock work double shifts in and out of Amy Robbins' pussy. This family had obviously gone on a crash course in sex education, and the least he could do was teach the girl a few of the ropes. Just as Rachel must be doing upstairs now with her son.
From time to time he could hear the muted sounds of passion, seeping out of the bedroom up there, and his balls ached as he imagined what was going on in that room. He didn't think Rachel could fault him much for what he was doing to her daughter, down here, either. Judging from the way she'd acted with him in the woods, it might even pop her clit wide open if she could see Art fucking little Amy, doggy-style!
"God, I'm commminnggg!" Amy squeaked suddenly, her body going into convulsions under Art's. He squeezed her tits, probed her pussy with the steely hardness of his prick. Her pussy was throbbing around his prick. He only hoped he could hang on a few moments more! Fucking her felt so good he didn't want to come just yet!
"Oh, God," Amy warbled, riding out her come on the shaft of Art's prick. He kept fucking into her rippling sheath of a cunt, making it better and better. Like her mother, she was multiple when it came to orgasms, and she had three with Art's cock fucking steadily into her cunt from the rear. Her pussy ached, and she thought she wanted to stop now, maybe to take a couple of weeks off sex altogether, but then he thrust again, and he touched a spot deep inside her that he had evidently missed on all those other cock-plunges, because she threw her head back and moaned, and she knew she wouldn't, couldn't, ever stop!
He yanked his cock out of the girl's hot young pussy, and she groaned in disappointment.
"Just turning you over," Art said. "I wanna see your face while we fuck! It's such a pretty face ... "
Smiling, she swiveled around, opening herself for him. She spread her cunt-hps with her fingers and he eased down onto her, his cock making straight for her wet pink pussy. He entered Amy again, and he filled her again, and she knew she was gonna cum again!
He held the young girl's titties as he fucked into her. She lifted her face and he lowered his, and they kissed hotly, while his cock plunged up her wet rippling hole again and again. She moaned to feel him fucking into her belly, and she loved it too, and she thrust herself back at his driving cock, eating it vigorously with her pussy as he slammed his prick into her cunt, again and again and again!
His fingers dug into the softness of her tits. She felt as if he were ripping them off her body, but she didn't care.
"Fuck me, Art," she cried. "Oh, fuck me!"
The pitch of her voice raised perceptibly, and there was a note somewhere in it that seemed to make Art's balls jump. He jerked bolt upright, and his cock plunged into Amy, and he knew it would happen right now, yes, right- fucking-nowwwww!
His cock began to gush, deep in the teen girl's tight pussy, and his sperm fired straight into her cunt. She screamed as she felt his first explosion, and her pussy went wild around his cock. Fucking her, spilling his seed up her hot tunnel, Art collapsed onto Amy's writhing body. His mouth found hers and they moaned out their shared joys as their bodies throbbed and exploded in unison.
He squirted up Amy for what seemed a million years, and her pussy wriggled in response around his ejaculating prick for an equally long time. He came out of her still hard, aching but hard, and his sperm began to leak from her split-lipped pussy. Gasping, Amy reached down, scooped up a fingerful of the dribbling semen, and she licked it from her finger, slurping sluttishly.
"You fuck great, and you even taste great," she told Art. "Next time, do it all in my mouth. I wanna drink the cum straight from your cock!"
"You little whore!" said a voice from behind them, and both Art and Amy turned to see that Rachel was standing at the foot of the stairs, glaring angrily at them. She flipped on a light and it was easy to see that her face was flushed, her eyes ablaze.