Chapter 8
If it had been less of a crisis, with fewer implications, perhaps Eva would have simply passed out. But there was so much of a challenge here that, without her willing it, her feminine instinct of self-preservation took over. She suddenly seemed not only able to cope with the situation, but to rise above it, to be superior to it.
She made her face into a smooth mask of disapproval, and her voice into a wave of ice water.
"Ple-eease, Dad!" she snapped, "I've got company! One of my girl friends is here."
She watched him collapse, not physically, but emotionally. And it made her feel terrible. Now that she had saved herself and Cindy from whatever it was she was trying to save them from, now that her own security, such as it was, had been preserved, she felt like a real shit. Knowing that her dad was already suffering from a lack of confidence, she had to reject him.
She watched his marvelous, huge cock start to wilt, and she acted on impulse. She slipped one arm through the wide crack at the door, took his wilting cock in her warm little hand, and quickly, in accordance with instructions given her by Jodie, jerked it back and forth, back and forth. And to emphasize the detente between them, she gave him her brightest smile. But she knew it had to be more.
She turned back to the big bed, where Cindy, still fit to be carried out on a stretcher, lay on her back. The short cover-up coat was open, her lovely young thighs were apart, and her sweet little blonde cunt, looking so soft and young and helpless, showed its shining pink inner lips.
"Cindy," Eva said clearly, "I'm going to talk to my dad for a minute. You'll be okay. Just lie here and rest. Play a record if you feel like it."
She opened the door just a wee bit more and slipped out. Her dad was still standing where he'd been, but his color was coming back, and so was his hard-on. He swept Eva up in his arms as if she were a baby, one big arm going right between her legs, so that her soft, drippy little split was right on his forearm. He jiggled her there for a moment or two, giving her the most startling sensation of something too huge for words battering at her cuntal entry, and set her down. He was happy again, no longer crushed.
"Who in hell was that?" he asked in a stage whisper, as soon as he and Eva had gone into his room and shut the door. "She's some kind of a big kid to have a pussy like that!" He was laughing, getting out of his clothes, leaning over to kiss one of Eva's sweet little titties. "Are you baby-sitting?"
Eva, who had shot the bolt on her father's bedroom door, tried to look severe, but it was too much for her. She began to laugh, and, since she was still on a cloud of steaming heat from the girl-to-girl contacts with Cindy, she rubbed herself against her dad, feeling between his massive thighs for his balls, gently fondling them.
"She's no baby, daddy dear," she said primly, her head cocked to one side. "She's as old as I am, maybe older, and she's got hair on her pussy. It's just so blonde it's hard to see, unless you get really close up on it." She blushed, and her dad held her, kissed her, and licked his lips.
"Son of a bitch," he said, "You kids nowadays will try anything, won't you?" He felt a momentary flash of anger, and then thought, What the hell! If it feels good, they'll do it. Well, more power to the little dears! Aloud, he said, "Where'd she come from?"
Eva was so entranced with the throbbing cock that she had almost forgotten Cindy. She had forgotten the pains in her bruised cunt muscles, except to think, in gratitude and wonder, that this enormous peter had been inside her tight little box. She had pulled the foreskin back so that the cord pulled the head down, almost painfully, and the rankness of male genitals, sweated for most of a hard day, choked her with passion.
She looked up. "Golly, dad, I forgot Cindy! Maybe we'd better wait until she goes home. She can't stay much longer. Her folks are kind of strict." She thought for a moment, her feet wide apart, her summer robe hanging open, and Kelly James thought he had never seen a female so lovely, so violently cunty.
He reached for her, but she had unbolted the door and was in the hall before he could get to her. She danced away, throwing him a teasing smile, and was on her way to her room when she heard the door again, and saw the top of Jodie's head as he ran up the stairs. She was so hungry for her dad's cock that she hesitated, and was lost.
Joe didn't stop. He didn't look at her, where she stood in the shadowed hall. He wanted to get to her before his dad did. He had seen the pick-up truck in the drive, had even touched the hood and felt the heat of the radiator.
As Eva watched him, not knowing whether to shriek a warning or protect herself, she thought, Maybe this is just what Cindy needs. It certainly is what she says she wants.
She stood still for a moment, then turned back to her father's bedroom, shrugging. What would happen would happen.
Eva's dad wore heavy work shoes. On the lovely, old-fashioned oak floors of the hall, he had sounded like a herd of bison. On the other hand, Jodie was barefooted. He sounded, if he sounded at all, like his sister.
Cindy Valentine, unbelievably happy that she had crossed the threshold of real sex, even if it were with another girl, lay in a warmly sensual daydream. Eva had promised to take her out. With "one of her guys." Hadn't she? Cindy tried to remember. She certainly hadn't said "no." There was a softly moving, wonderfully itchy feeling in her barely matured vagina. Couldn't be the curse. She was pretty regular. That would come in a few days. This, this lovely feeling of liquid love, was just an echo of her deep, sweet orgasm from Eva's lips.
She heard the soft slap of bare feet on the hall floor and closed her eyes. She turned on her side, with her back toward the door. But, so that she should be open to Eva's warm little hands, she lay with her left leg straight, the upper leg, the right leg, drawn up as if she were running. It pulled her softly haired slit into a long line. Pressure pushed out the slick pink lining. She felt a little pool of inner cunt fluid drain onto her thigh and cool. She awaited whatever Eva wanted to do with complete trust and love.
Joe James had hurried into the house, up the steps, and down the hall. He had come home direct from the pool, anxious to get his cock into Eva's sweet little fuck hole as soon as he could. He had had a marvelous hard-on at breakfast, but he could see where Eva was right. If they got to fooling around downstairs, they would get caught, sure as hell. Jodie wasn't as afraid of that as he would have been the day before.
"What the hell can he say to me," he muttered, and by "he," Joe meant his father, of course. "He's fucking her, too. And sucking her!" The idea was so overpoweringly fucky that Joe shivered with a hard pang of lust. And it had been this way with him all day. Either the same hard-on, coming and going, or a new one every hour. .
He had packed his regular school clothes into the wide saddle-bags on his motorbike, shoes and all, and had hurried home, wearing only his swim trunks. Under them, his young cock was hard, raging with a load that had been building since last night.
The bright sun had made him half blind as he ran into the house. The hall was dark, so he could barely see. But he didn't care. He was pretty sure that, even if dad were at home, which of course he was, he hadn't gotten to Eva yet. When Eva left, she always left her door open. Her door was closed. Therefore, she was in her bedroom.
Joe thought of how stupid he had been, only yesterday. Scared of any girl. Thank God for Evie, she had cured him, just because he loved her and trusted her and wasn't scared of her. And she had been so sweet, so determined to help him get over his fears.
He opened the door quietly. There she was, on her side, with her back to him and one leg away up. She had on her beach cover-up, he knew its color and pattern as if it were his own shirt. Her legs looked so beautiful, her cloven little butt so delightful. In the shadow of one of her buttocks, he could almost see the hot, slick, drooling little split. No string hanging out of the fat lips. Maybe he had sucked it all out. His cock throbbed, and he grinned.
Just why her heart was beating so hard, Cindy couldn't have said. But it must have been that she looked on Eva as her lover. If Eva wasn't, who was? She suddenly felt a throb between her fat young cuntlips, and an answering throb from her full breasts, one lying on the bed, the other lying partly on top of it. Her nipples were swollen with the remembrance of her flaming orgasms under Eva's slick, muscular tongue, her knowing fingers. And they were swollen with expectation of more love to come. It was all she could do to pretend to be asleep, she was so ready.
She felt the bed move as Eva got into it. Eva was right, every bed makes a little sound. She felt a hand slide onto her butt, a warm hand, sure and strong. For a little girl, Eva had amazing hands, Cindy thought, almost crying out as her cunt twitched expectantly.
There was a shock, a beautiful shock of feeling as a finger went into her, thrusting hard, not as gentle as Eva had been before. But she groaned in happiness, just having it go into her, having it go deep, deeper than before. Having it hit her hard little cervix, 'way up her cuntal sheath, giving her a sickeningly sweet jar, a throb deep around her young womb.
And then, as a long, warm body lay down against her and the finger came out of her cunt and a strong arm went over her and a big hand squeezed her titty, she knew. This wasn't Eva. Couldn't be. That thing sliding into her tight, fierily ready little pussy wasn't a finger. Nobody had fingers that big. And nobody had fingers that throbbed hotly as they sank into a girl's body.
The pussy had felt marvelous to Jodie. Strange, though. The hair felt shorter, softer. But what the hell, how many times had he seen and felt cunt hair? Anybody's, even Eva's. He didn't pay any attention to the long blonde hair that peeped out from under the head on Eva's bed. Nor to the fact that this was a taller girl. He was so close to cumming that he just simply didn't pay any attention. All he wanted to do was to sink his itching prick into that hot, slick cunt and let it shoot off inside his sister's little belly. WOW!
His cock was throbbing as he presented it at the pouting lips from which he pulled his dripping finger. He used that same finger and his thumb to hold the fat lips apart, and slipped his cock in.
"Oh, Jesus, Sis, I got it in just in time," he groaned, feeling his load burst in his young nuts and come boiling up his tubes. "One more feel of your pussy and I'd have shot it right up your back. OHHHHH! GOD DAMN! OH, EVA, BABY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
As she felt that big slippery, hard thing go into her, hurting like blazes because it stretched her pretty pink cunt all out of shape, and as she realized that, by some magic, Eva had created "One of her guys" out of thin air to fuck her, the young blonde almost fainted from ecstasy. She was very close to cumming before even that finger had so much as touched her. If it had not been for the fact that she was deathly afraid of not being "cool," she would have begun to pump out a cum on the finger. It took all her concentration not to.
But the minute that strange object, that miraculously summoned prick had gone into her, she began to burst inside in the dark fire of a huge, gut-wrenching orgasm. And no one needed to tell her it was a prick. No one ever needs to tell any woman such a thing. Blind, or blindfolded, or in the dark, there is a foreknowledge in the feminine mystique, a preception of the flesh, a difference in feel, that says, "This is a hard cock, and nothing else, going into my body."
There was a marvelously sweet, hot scent of cunt and cock, of girl juice and rubbed flesh, of the fetid sweetness that swells and perfumes the air when a warm prick is skinned. And there was the warm body of Eva, the lush feel of her big tits. Her big tits? Eva? He was shooting his load into what he thought was Eva's cunt. She felt it, gushing into her, hot and slick. She was responding, now that she had stopped trying to be cool, and was just being herself. She knew who it was, now. It was a happiness to know. This was Joe.
This was the tall, good-looking, hot-looking kid that almost every chick in the Marquez Union High School District had the dripping hots for. And it was not Eva's doing. It was an accident. It was a gift, a miracle. Jodie James, giving her her very first fuck, plunging that big peter that she and her girl friends had fantasized from seeing its imprint on his swim trunks.
"OHHHHH!" she moaned in a steady wail. "OH, HOW GOOD! I'M NOT EVA, JODIE! I'M NOT YOUR SISTER' OHHHH! I'M CUMMING! PLEASE STICK IT IN DEEPER, JODIE! PLEASE FUCK ME DEEP!"
She would have died before she would have said such a thing to a boy. But now, with the hard, beautiful reality of a cock in her pussy, with the hot flow of jism, a feeling she had to know only by instinct, flooding her cunt, she did not care.
And Joe, scared half out of his gourd, yet completely unable to stop or control this painfully wonderful throbbing out of his young seed, knew he was fucking someone he didn't know, someone who might get him into all kinds of trouble. And he couldn't care less. It was enough to feel the wonders of a smooth, slick, hot-walled little pussy fucking him with such strength and affection.
He was squeezing her titties so hard that it made Cindy cum all the more completely. Her fuck-nerves had warmed her boobs as well as her tunnel of love, as well as her clitoris and inner lips and fuck hole. I could almost cum just by having them squeezed, she mused, pumping her ass back furiously against the boy's belly. She had never even envisioned being fucked this way. When she masturbated, she used much ingenuity. But the best had always been to lie on her back, her head high on a pillow, her heels drawn back and her thighs open, facing the mirror of her dresser.
Then, using anything from a plastic bottle full of hot starch to a small flashlight with a toy balloon pulled over it, she would hold the object with one hand and fuck up at it furiously. The old-fashioned, or Presbyterian fuck. It seemed so natural, a girl underneath, fucking up at a guy, real or fancied, on top of her. It would never have occurred to her, or to any girl with her lack of experience, to reach behind her to insert a fake cock, and pump her strong young body back at it. But this was marvelous! And so she moaned happily, deeply, thrilled all through by the penetration of that hard, lovely, hot cock. Swept up to the crest of a wave of dark heat and dropped swirling into a caldron of feeling as the slick boy-juice shot into her in burning flow.
"Oh, Jodie, honey," she moaned, more softly now, with the fire of orgasm slowly throbbing its way to a warm, fuck-slicked end. "It's so good, Jodie! You are Jodie, arent you, dear? Please, please! Let me touch you!"
She put a warm and tender hand around and over her slim hip, down to the deep crevice of her sweet, soft ass, and wrapped her fingers around the gooey, slippery cock that was still throbbing, although its last drop of cum juice had shot into her. There was hair on it, on the wide base of it. It was still so big, so hard.
"I always thought that boys sort of shriveled up, after they shot their load," she whispered, knowing she must sound very silly, talking this way to a boy she had never met, knew only by sight. "I guess I'm silly," she said humbly, squeezing the warm, voluptuously masculine piece of throbbing meat. "All that stuff, that slick stuff, is that your cream? Or is it my pussy juice?" She laughed self-consciously. She certainly felt like a fool. And yet this boy, who had screamed out something about "Sis" as he had fucked into her, he had been so sweet, so nice to her, fucking her even after he knew she wasn't Eva.
Wasn't Eva? Wasn't his "Sis"! She pumped her ass away from the boy, uncunting him so quickly that it left a deep and shocking pain of emptiness in her cunt. He had thought she was Eva, and yet he had put his finger into her, had shoved his big peter into her, and fucked her full of his cum juice. It was horrifying, the first moment of realization, and it showed on her sweet face.
As for Jodie, he had been mentally stunned since he first took those big, heavy titties in his hand. The tight, slick pussy, its healthy young muscles chewing softly on his deep-thrusting prick, had started his seed to shooting. As his load flew into the hot little vagina, as his fuck-taut nerves screamed their silent joy as he shot it into her, he didn't give a good goddamn whose cunt it was. If they killed him. If they stood him up before the entire student body and pantsed him, leaving his guilty cock hanging out before his fellow students and all the faculty.
But he looked at the girl in amazement. She had, very obviously, loved having him fuck his hard cock into her tender little fuck hole. It had been as much a surprise to her as to him. Now, though, she was looking horrified. It was funny, too, since his creamy jism was running down the inner surface of her thigh. Her face, where it had lain on the bedspread, was creased with red lines in the pattern of the spread's fabric. Her blonde hair, at her left temple, was wet with sweat and plastered to her skin. And her incredible boobs, so full and long, had pushed the light coat away and were tremblingly poking their hard nipples out at right angles to each other.
"So okay," he muttered, looking away from her. "I thought you were my sister. What's so wrong with that? Who are you, anyhow, to act so bitchin' proud about it? It wasn't just me banging you, you know. You were fucking back-as hard as you could."
Something about the boy, his confusion mixed with courage, suddenly made the tall, slender blonde child grow a giant step in age and reason. And in sympathy and understanding.
She dropped to her elbows and looked the boy right in the eye.
"I don't give a damn what you and Eva do, you hear?" She was about to cry, she knew, and it made her voice tighten. "I'm as old as Eva, and I never so much as had a boy's hand up my dress. If it weren't for Evie and her kindness, maybe I never would have!"
Something in the girl's earnestness, in her use of the diminutive of his sister's name, blew the boy's fears away in a warm wave of friendship. He said, "Well, if it weren't for her, I'd probably be a jerk-off idiot before I hit sixteen. Gee, haven't I seen you? You don't go to Crest. Do you go to Senior High?"
Cindy flushed and lowered her eyes. "I go to Echo Lane," she said, as though admitting a misdemeanor. "I hang around the pool when the Marquez team comes to practice. Maybe you saw me there."
She wanted to say, "I hang around the pool because I like to check the guys' peters when they come up out of the water with their surfer trunks wet and lying close to their crotches. And most especially, to see your cock." But she was unable even to phrase it. And yet, her mind told her, she'd had this cock in her. It had shot its load into her! So completely marvelous! So unbelievably sweet!
As she thought this, a tide of scarlet flooded every inch of her smooth body and she automatically reached down to her cunt. "I'm sorry!" she stammered. "I know I look like a darned fool!" She put her hand so deep between her legs that she got it bathed, for the first time in her life, with the slickness and richness of male seed.
It startled her so that she hastily pulled the hand away, looking in awe at the pearly-white, opaque richness on her fingers. It was only natural that she should bring it to her lips. First to sniff its rankly moving aroma, then to taste the wholesome protein of the heavy load of semen.
She could feel each of her heart beats in the sensitive nerve-ends of her cunt, each pulsing of her blood-flow enlivening each vein, large and small, in that fuck-heated area. Thump-thump! Thump-thump! A pulsating flow of life in the source of life, a rising flame of desire that swelled her inner lips and flooded her vagina with her own sweet, clear, delicately flavored cunt juice.
She leaned over and timidly placed her hand on Jodie's sticky cock, which "was fat and rosy from its hot plunge into her young belly.
"Please," she whispered, "I don't know whether it's okay to ask, after you've been nice enough to fuck me. But please, will you show me how to suck a guy off?"