Chapter 3
Johnny Neilson opened his eyes and was surprised to find it was daylight. He was immediately pleased to realize that it was summer vacation time and he didn't have to get up, or rush around, or even get washed right away. He and Judy occupied adjoining rooms opposite their parents' suite on the second story of the motel. The rooms were separated by a common bathroom which could be entered from either room, but they had long since given up locking the doors whenever they used the bathroom. They could rely on hearing each other when the bathroom was in use.
Johnny now ran one hand through his thick mop of black hair, stretching at the same time as his other hand reached under the sheets to cuddle and grasp his genitals and give them an affec-tionate squeeze. He had a hard-on as usual first thing in the morning, and he wondered why. He gave his cock a brisk rub or two and then leaped out of bed, slipping over to his bureau, from which he extracted a dog-eared magazine. It was one he had discovered in the garbage pail which was attached to one of the maids clean-up trolleys about six months ago. Now he climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged and opened the magazine to a special page.
The girl was blonde, very beautiful and very naked. Her hair was long and it hung in a sheath down over one shoulder to curl upward around one breast, which was topped by a huge pink nipple. But it was the triangle of fair hair between her legs which fascinated Johnny the most. It was quite thick, and glistening, with a wet, misty appearance, and it appeared to have been combed to form a wispy coil which curved over the pubic mound as if pointing the way.
Johnny stared at the girl, the expression of innocence on the beautiful face and the vestige of a smile curling the corners of her mouth making his young, eager cock raise itself hopefully from the gaping fly of his pajama pants. Of all the girls in the magazine, this one had never failed to give him that sensational churning feeling in his loins. Almost without thinking, his fingers found his cock, closed around it possessively and slowly and tenderly rubbed it up and down.
He was still staring at the picture when he heard his sister Judy enter the bathroom next to his room. She was humming a popular song, and for a brief moment he pictured Judy. Her long blonde hair would be in total disarray, crumpled over her shoulders and down her back, swaying across the silky, netty little nightie she always wore. He had caught her several times just as she disappeared through the other door when he had entered the bathroom himself. Recently, he had tried more often to catch a glimpse of her, but she had managed to elude him except to give him that brief glimpse of her cute little ass before closing her door. He focused on the picture again, the full-color portrait bringing an increasing hunger to his balls as he tentatively rubbed his cock. It was almost as if the girl was smiling at him now, inviting him to touch those smooth, silky globes. Then he heard Judy peeing, and his eyes moved once more to the mop of blonde hair betwen the girl's thighs, his fingers gathering all the loose skin around his throbbing young cock and pressing it down to the hard round root, so that the cone-like head of the cock reared itself fiercely and desperately, as if wanting attention.
He was still staring at the picture while retaining his firm grip on the cock around the base. Experience had taught him that rubbing his stiff little prick would bring the ultimate joy too quickly. This way, he could study his beautiful girlfriend and enjoy unlimited pleasure while he pretended to play with those fabulous tits, run his hands over her firm round belly and then tuck his fingers between her smoldering thighs. His young prick gave one or two tentative little jerks as he tried to imagine how the silky hair would feel in his fingers. He relaxed his grip, not wanting to terminate the fantasy just yet. Then he listened as Judy, still humming the same tune, turned on the shower, the pelting drops of water starting a ringing sound against the sides of the tub. He purposely stared at the window, his eyes avoiding the beautiful, naked girl in the magazine, easing the tension in his straining cock and pulsing balls.
Meanwhile, in the shower, Judy Neilson was still humming, although the violent rush of water was drowning out the melody even in her own ears. She lathered die soap in her hands and proceeded to smother her trim young body all over, the powerful spray stabbing like a million needles wherever it touched her skin. She turned her back to the gushing nozzle and carefully lathered her front, a little spasm of excitement coursing through her tits as she carefully covered them with foamy soap. More and more, recently, she had noticed the furtive little glances of the male guests in the direction of her tits. Even her father, she had noticed with just a little surprise had been paying more attention to them whenever he had happened to catch her pulling herself over the side of the pool. That was when they would just naturally hang down and almost fall out of the brief little bikini top she wore, making Daddy, and any other man who happened to be sitting around the pool, take a very interested and prolonged view of them until she could straighten up and adjust the top to hide them. Recently, however, she had been filled with a naughty urge to delay the straigjitening-up process and let them study her tits some more. Now, with a startled shiver, she turned in die tub to face the shower, cupping her young tits, which neatly filled her hands. Then, with a soft, almost inaudible groan she stood with her head back, the full force of the powerful spray assaulting her tits and bringing the first darting streaks of excitement to sweep over them before spreading like magic downwards to her hot, quivering little cunt For at least five solid minutes, Judy endured the magnetic effect of the warm, prickly stabbing of the spray against her tits. All the girls at school did this, with many variations. Heather Foster, who had long sloping tits, could hold one in the spray while sucking on the other. Stella Kinsella held one while fingering herself into a convulsive orgasm. Dianne Guthrie, on the other hand, was the luckiest of alL She had found a dildo-which Judy had learned only recently was an artificial cock-and could enjoy a real fucking. The only problem was the the dildo belonged to Dianne's mother, and Dianne could only borrow it if her mother was downtown or at the beauty parlor. Twice she'd almost gotten caught getting it back into her mother's vanity bureau after washing it off and drying it.
But Judy preferred prolonging the pleasure of having her tits massaged by the tingling spray of water. Her cunt was twitching like crazy and she found herself constantly moving her legs and feet, enabling her thighs to squeeze together and provide some temporary relief. Briefly, she tried to think of something else, but her hands were determined to squeeze and knead at her thrusting young tits so that the nipples were now fully sprouted, the pricking of the jets of warm water arousing them even more than when those curious travelling salesmen stared at them so brazenly. She placed her fingers on the upper curve of her tits, at the base of the bursting nipples, and then slowly pressed her fingers upwards. The tits curved upwards in response and she lowered her head, her tongue cautiously reaching out to lick at one cheeky little nipple. Then with a sigh, she closed her mouth over it, sucking it through her half-closed teeth, the abrasive edges of the sharp white teeth bringing a raging surge of ecstasy to fill her tits and make her tight young cunt fill with mounting joy.
She gave a disappointed groan as the full force of the spray showered her head, wetting her hair. She hadn't planned on washing her hair, and she reluctantly freed her raging tits, and searched for shampoo. There was a bottle at the end of the tub and with a sigh, she began shampooing, her disappointed little tits swinging and swaying as she worked her hands feverishly in the long, blonde hair.
Meanwhile, in his room next door, Johnny had experienced two narrow escapes from powerful climaxes. He had promptly released his throbbing cock and fondled his balls for a while. Then he lay back and tried to concentrate on something other than the gorgeous girl exposed across the two pages of the magazine. A moment later, his sister starded him by appearing in his line of vision, a broad grin on her face as she stared down at him. Then, as he tried frantically to close the magazine, she threw herself delightedly onto the bed, holding up one hand and poking an annoying finger a few inches from his face.
"Where did you get that?" she asked incredulously, her big eyes wide as they managed to get a glimpse of the nude girl before her brother succeeded in closing the magazine. "Someone's going to be awful mad!" She used a sing-song voice Johnny found infuriating.
He glanced at the door, relieved to find she had at least closed it behind her. "Fuck off!" he cried, gathering his wits about him at last. "You know you're not supposed to be in my room-ever."
"Oh-oh," she grinned, determined to keep control of the situation, now that she had the upper hand. "That's a no-no, Johnny! Where did you get it, anyway?"
Johnny fought desperately for breath, clutching the magazine against his hip as he tried to think of some excuse for having the book in his possession. "I found it," he gasped. "I found it in a waste can in one of die rooms."
Judy looked at him slyly. "You know we're not allowed in guest's rooms," she said, using the same sing-song tone.
"It was in die maid's trolley. She had emptied the waste can," he cried lamely. He glared at his fifteen-year-old sister, trying to decide if he should throw her out of his room or make a deal with her. She had slipped into the gauzy little nightie after shampooing her hair, but he was only vaguely aware of the twin mounds of her pointed little tits poking through the filmy material of the nightie. It's only an old magazine anyway," he suggested, fighting for time.
She tucked die hem of the shortie nightie between her thighs, as if settling down for a long stay. "Ifs not just an old magazine," she teased. "It's full of girl with no clothes on."
"You don't know!"
"Yes I do. Heather Foster had one at school one day."
"She did?" He wondered why girls would want to see other girls with no clothes on.
"In fact it may be the same ... " She made as if to grab at it, but then detoured at the last minute, her hand grasping at the upthrust cock which had been peeking through the front of his pajamas all the time.
"Jeez!" He grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Please, Johnny?"
He stared at her, shocked. The tone of her voice had changed radically from one of superiority to one of pleading.
"Please! I just want to feel it!"
A flash of burning lust burst suddenly in his groin. The way she was pleading, and the state to which he had aroused himself earlier, left him bewildered. Also, his cock seemed to be actually pleading as well, wanting the feel of her hand just as it did when he law awake at nights imagining one of the girls at school. The fact that Judy was his sister sort of diffused his desire for a moment.
"Please!" Her voice was little more than whisper now, and she was reaching again. "Just pretend I'm not here, Johnny. Close your eyes or something." Then, as if she had suddenly found the answer, she said, "Just look at the magazine and I won't make a sound."
Her hand reached his cock and he shook his head, as if by doing so he was making everything right And then her warm, soft fingers were closing around his cock, gripping it quite tightly and forcing him to shudder. Then, in a daze, he maneuvered the magazine into view, opening it quickly to a full-color portrait of a redhead, com-pletely naked and leaning forward. Her long tapering thighs swept upward into a firmly rounded ass. She was leaning on her elbows which were resting on a table, magnificently sloping tits hanging down and tipped with firm, fully erect nipples. With a despairing sigh, he shuddered.
"Golly, that feels nice." A hundred times she'd tried to imagine what a real live cock would feel like. Dianne Guthrie, who seemed to know everything, had said a partially cooked wiener, taken from hot water and still warm, was an close as one could come to getting the feel of a boy's cock. After that, if it was a man you were thinking about, a banana was the only thing resembling a full-grown cock. Judy hadn't moved from her original position, being content to keep her fingers clasped tightly around the very top of the warm, rubbery cock in case Johnny changed his mind. She was little peeved that he had thrown the magazine over the front of his pajamas, hiding his cock and her hand, but then as she stared soberly at his face and noticed the relaxed, almost grateful look on it, she became bolder, relaxing her fingers somewhat and slowly moving them down over the rigid pole of hot cock, feeling it strengthen and at the same time noticing the warmth creeping into her own tight cunt.
For ten excruciating minutes, she gently squeezed and worked her fingers almost delicately over the warm, hose-like shaft It was sort of like exploring into the unknown, and she allowed her fingertips to investigate every ridge, every hard nodule of muscle without really rubbing the stiff cock, which for some unknown reason she felt she shouldn't try. She took the opportunity to look at the picture of the girl in the magazine, a little surprised to notice the girl's tits were only a shade bigger than her own. In fact the girl, now that she had time to examine her more closely, appeared to be about her own age. Briefly, she wondered what school the girl went to and how she had the nerve to be photographed like that. She was tempted to ask Johnny, but thought better of it. For almost two years she had wanted to feel his cock, but the opportunity had never presented itself and she'd always been a little miffed that he hadn't offered to let her play with it After all, if a girl's brother wouldn't let her, how could a girl expect a strange boy to offer?
Johnny, for his part, was still bewildered by it all. He had to force himself to stare over the top of the magazine as his sister's marvelous fingers worked diligently on his prick. They were still exploring every centimeter of his throbbing cock, not really stimulating it and yet keeping it fantastically happy and reaching. It was almost as if it was in a state of ecstatic limbo, all keyed up without quite reaching that devastating point of no return when brisk, almost brutal rubbing would herald the rocketing of hot come and the subsequent almost disappointing feeling that it was all over. He allowed his eyes to return to the hanging, suspended tits. As he did so, his sister's fingers closed down around the base of his cock so that the head brushed briefly at the inside of her palm, sending wild unbelievable thrills to course all through his balls. He caught his breath but failed to stave off the shiver which had been lurking at the base of his spine. The next thing he knew, his hips had given a startled jerk which convenientiy and rather pleasantly moved his cock a little harder into Judys hand. When she didn't object but seemed to suck in air quite quickly, he allowed another quick jerk, the resultant yearning in his balls being something new and excitingly different from anything he had experienced before.
To Judy, the little jerks were fascinating to say the least. Her fingers hadn't actually moved, revealing the fact that this hard, rubbery column could move freely while she still held it firmly in one place. Carefully, she raised her wrist, her fingers still firmly circling the root of the cock and squeezing die base, which was pulsing and throbbing quite energetically. She raised her wrist a little more, delighted when Johnny offered no objection. The raising of the magazine gave him an even better view of the naked redhead, and allowed Judy the first real view of her brother's straining cock. "Oh my God!" she whispered, staring at the upthrust cock which was no longer white, as it had been when peeking through die fly of his pajamas, but startingly red, and actually appeared to be alive and breathing. "Oh my God! My God!" she croaked excitedly.
Johnny expelled a chestful of air. Then he lay back, the indescribable feeling of his sister's fingers clasping the head of his cock now sending wild, ecstatic thrills coursing through his balls. He closed his eyes and tried to control the erratic jerking and shaking of his body.
At any moment, Judy expected Johnny to push her away and leap out of bed. He had thrown the magazine to one side, leaving his cock fully exposed so that now she could actually see his balls suspended intriguingly at the base of the rearing cock. She fought an impulse to cuddle the nest of balls with their thin covering of wispy black hair, afraid anything new might make Johnny change his mind. She carefully moved onto her knees, opening her fingers and arching her hand open placing it behind the arched column of cock so that it lay contentedly in her palm. It quivered just then, and she impulsively squeezed it very gently, feeling die sticky heat of the slim shaft and at the same time its subdued strength. Without realizing what she was doing, she moved her hand down, the glistening head emerging before her astonished eyes. It seemed to bare itself quite proudly as the base of her fist struck the bottom, the silky dampness of his pubic hair tickling the side of her hand.
How long Judy held her hand in that position, neither youngster ever knew. Judy's eyes were focused on the flaring fierce-looking knob which was pulsing and poising itself as if reaching for her mouth. Slowly she brought her hand back up, fascinated at the way the helmet-like knob buried itself in a fold of skin, only to emerge almost tri-umphandy as her hand moved back down the pillar of hard bone. She moved her hand again, and then once more. Only then was she aware it was something he enjoyed.
"That's marvelous," he groaned, the magazine forgotten and his eyes glued to the ceiling.
She looked up at him, surprised. "It's beautiful," she whispered quickly, delighted with his change in attitude, which was all she needed to make her a willing partner. She brought her other hand into play, die fingertips stroking at his balls until be obligingly spread his legs as if inviting her. Then she gave a little grateful cry, responding quickly and kneeling between tbe outstretched legs so that she could work both hands on the fully exposed genitals. "Oh yes, that's perfect," she gasped, still unable to believe she was actually fondling a real cock and healthy young balls, and particularly those of her brother.
It was several minutes before she got the complete hang of it. Her excitement was unbounded and she fought to curb it. She squeezed the egglike balls a little too hard and he merely winced. She failed to sink her hand to the base of his reaching cock, but he merely moaned. But then she pressed down for the first time, a delighted whimper escaping from her throat as Johnny shuddered uncontrollably and the cock reared itself, pulsing, like a snake about to strike. She clung to the balls, feeling them ripen and swell in her tiny fist. A moment later, almost naturally, she pushed them back, another startled cry breaking suddenly from her chest as the red, blood-engorged shaft reached and strained as never before.
Johnny's excitement mounted to the limits of his endurance. His sister's fingers were doing sensational things to his cock and to his balls, bringing unbelievable pleasure to his entire body. He could no longer control his arms, which were thrashing and slamming against the bedsheets, and his young sturdy hips were beginning a methodical, flipping motion which he couldn't stop even if he had wanted to. The look on his sister's face fascinated him, too. Her eyes were wide and full of excitement, and her mouth was open as if she was waiting for something to happen but wasn't sure what. Her kneeling body was driving him insane, and it suddenly dawned on him that the little nightie was up around her waist. And down through the opening in the front of the flimsy nylon he could actually see the deep gully between the wildly swinging tits-the tits he had just recendy started to notice and tried to get a glimpse of whenever the opportunity occurred. With a startled, choking little cry he tried to raise himself, his hands reaching shamelessly under his sister and then up into the mass of gauzy material. Then, with a pathetic, mournful cry his fingers had found the round, firm tits, closing around diem possessively as Judy gave a long groan of dismay.
The feel of her brother's busy hands on her tits left Judy helpless with mounting desire. For some reason she believed loosening up the pajama pants would help, and she frantically tore at the string. The jacket still covered his chest and belly and she quickly opened it up, starded at the roundness of his belly and his heaving chest and the way his nipples stood bold and fully erect. She wasted valuable time running one hand flady over the hot, smooth body before realizing she needed those warm, busy hands on her bare tits. A moment later and she had pulled the flimsy nightie over her head, the look on his face as he stared up at her thrusting young tits draining the last resistance from her teen-age body. They both gave a cry as his hands grabbed at the tits once more, their silky softness filling his nervously working hands as he started a sort of milking motion with them. Then, half choking, half crying, Judy threw her knees over his thighs, forcing him to dose his legs as she mounted him.
It was several moments before Johnny realized what his sister was trying to do. The firm, round tits were like big oranges in his hand, the exquisite warmth and softness filling his balls to bursting. Her hands had momentarily stopped the urgent and delightful manipulation of his genitals and his entire body was screaming for release. He listened to her strangling, throaty cries, bunching the gorgeous tits so that the nipples were impudently protruding from the end of his fists. Then he was aware of her warm, unbelievably soft thighs nestled against his waist and her fingers once more searching and then finding his steaming cock. A few seconds more and he gave a howl of unmistakable joy as, slowly and deliciously, his raging cock eased into the tight indescribable tunnel of her welcoming cunt.
"Jesus! Oh my God!" Never in his life had he thought such exquisite torture possible. For the first time the seriousness of what they were doing swept over him, cooling his ardor somewhat and easing the tension in his cock. "Jesus, no! We ... we ... we mustn't ... " His fingers for some reason worked just as avidly on his sister's tits, his thumbs and forefingers just naturally finding the nipples and tugging on them gently. Her long blonde hair was hanging down, tickling at his shoulders, on which she had now braced her hands. The look on her face was one of pain mixed with expectancy, and he twisted the nipples unmercifully, surprised to find that by doing so his hips flipped automatically, edging his cock a little farther up into the heavenly reaches of her hot, tight cunt. "No ... " he groaned.
The first little prick had starded Judy. She had hesitated briefly, the pointed little head of the beautiful cock just inside her hole, so that the shallow ridge was tickling at her clit. For almost a year she had suffered that itchy yearning in her cunt. It came whenever the girls at school talked about cock and fucking, and more recendy, she had found herself trying to get a glimpse of the familiar bulge at the front of a boy's pants. Now with school over and the pool at the motel full of salesmen, she had spent more and more time lying around, wearing dark glasses and making a study of the younger salesmen in their tight swim trunks. Now, with that first unexpected prick over with and her body screaming for release, she slowly and deliberately allowed her cunt to take in the last four inches of stiff cock, her brother's protestations like music to her ears as her young, vibrant body responded with sheer joy. She flattened her hips against his, delighting in the way Johnny's hard little cock widened out her cunt. It was an unbelievable feeling and she shuddered ecstatically, unable to fully believe the electrifying sensations now racing up and down her cunt. She squirmed her hips and pressed her thighs more solidly around his waist. It seemed to allow her cunt to clasp at the straining young cock and hold it in place. She did it again even though it was tiring. "Oh my God, but that's wonderful," she whispered.
"We should ... shouldn't ... be ... be doing this."
Even while he was complaining, his cock was eagerly reaching and straining for that little bit more. "Marvellous!" she gasped, staring down at him for the first time and twisting her shoulders unexpectedly so that his fingers lost their grip on the swollen, bloated nipples. "Just squeeze them, Johnny!" she whispered, trying not to put him off. At last she had managed to get her hips moving in a little circle, her pubic bone crushed against his so that they could actually hear the grinding of the hair. "That's better." He was squeezing her tits now, making them come to life and filling them with startling joy. "That's perfect, Johnny. Much better!" By moving her shoulders, she could actually make his hands pull at her tits.
"Jesus, but we shouldn't ... We shouldn't!" Never in his wildest dreams had he expected fucking to be like this. No wonder the guys at school were always bragging about it. His cock was getting bigger by the minute, reaching up inside that warm, glove-like cunt and sending bewildering thrills of raw excitement to careen around his balls. "No, no ... " Fucking was one thing, but coming off inside his sister was another.
"Wonderful, Johnny. You're really good." She sounded like a girl who knew and it gave her feeling of supreme power. She spread her knees slightly, delighted that the new position allowed her to exert a different angle of force so that now she could lift herself slightly, allowing almost an inch of cock to recoil before she slammed her hips once more against his. She did it again for greater effect. "Oh my Godl But you're fantastic." She knew he'd never fucked before, but flattering him seemed to add pleasure to the whole thing.
For Johnny, the situation had already passed the point of no return. His cock was pulsing and throbbing and readying itself to shoot its load. Nothing short of hurling his sister off his own delirious body could stop it now. And her compliments were doing nothing to help him make up his mind. If the guys at school could be believed, he was the only one who hadn't fucked. Now, in a matter of moments, he was about to join the gang. "No. No, please Judy," he cried weakly, even though the rush of hot semen was already swirling around his balls.
"Yes, Johnny, oh yes," she managed to gasp, still fully impaled on the throbbing young cock as she quickly spread her knees wide. Then, as her head and shoulders lowered themselves and her brother found himself avidly taking one swollen tit into his quivering mouth, she began to move in fast, determined strokes which had them gasping with sheer delight. "Oh yesl" she whimpered. "You can really fuck, Johnnyl" She had die hang of it now, her hard little ass and firm young buttocks working like a trip-hammer, so that about three inches of the hard, rigid cock was gliding in and out of her hot, tight hole. "Wow! What a fuck!" No wonder the girls at school were raving about screwing all the time. She gathered speed, ignoring the dull mounting ache in her thighs. Then she positioned herself more solidly, his mouth suckling at her tit driving her mad. A moment later they were both crying out piteously as the peg-like cock burst like a fountain, cascading the hot spuming fuck-juice to the apex of her cunt. "Aaaaah ... Jesus ... oh Jesus ... What a fuck!"