Chapter 5
When I came out of it, I was lying flat against my father's well-furred chest, my little boobs squashed against its furry hardness. And that tremendous cock was still embedded in my cunt to the very tip with something to spare at the root. Harry was rubbing my back gently with both hands flat on my steaming skin, stroking me like a kitten. I felt so happy that I hugged him and kissed him, and once again our tongues played hide and seek in each other's mouths and I knew that I had never been so happy in all of my not-quite-twelve years.
As Daddy returned my kiss, his hands slid on down off my back and, gripping my rump with his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh on either side of my arsehole, he began moving my bottom in circles around the maypole that had already brought it such deep pleasure. And deep was the word for Harry's maypole. I felt as if I were holding a telephone pole in my little-girl hole.
But it was in there; and as deep as my tunnel of love would permit. That was all that really mattered. In less than twenty-four hours from my first piece of tail and still under twelve years old, I had proved I could fuck a man: more, I had fucked Harry, my father, the man I adored above all other males.
Fucking first with brother Bill had been beautiful. And I knew we were going to have lots of marvelous times with his stiff little prick in my creaming coozy before we grew up. But having my father in there was something else. He was obviously a natural-born fucker who had perfected what nature gave him over the years of his youth and maturity until he knew more little tricks to bring a girl on than most other men even hear about in their lifetimes. Even though I had no real standard of comparison, I could tell by my reactions that Harry was special.
This, plus the fact that he was my beloved father, sent thrills of pride through me. Thrills of pride that quickly turned to thrills of an entirely different nature as he continued rolling my cunt around on his prick. As my whole body began to come around that marvelous spear in my rocking and rolling guts, I sobbed and sighed and gripped the mat of hair on his chest and splashed my cunt up and down on that dynamic dong until I seemed to be washed away by the flood of my own fluids, a flood composed of pussyjuice and sweat that poured from my pores until I became as slippery as an eel.
Only then, through the golden veil of the ecstasy that engulfed me, did I feel the sudden leap of his cock in the suffusing swamp of my hole that, as I had already learned from my little brother, spelled out the imminence of his orgasm. But the convulsions of that cannon of a cock made the little skippings of Bill's prick seem like those of a pebble cast out on a mud-puddle compared to the tidal waves that preceded my father's discharge. When the sperm came shooting out, it came so hard that it seemed about to penetrate the top of my uterus. But the wall held and it flooded out around the head of Daddy's prick and down the stalk until it added to the already ample flooding of my crotch.
When, at last, it was over, Harry lay there, letting his meat slowly dwindle until, at last, that noble crown was all that remained in the mire of my pussy. A minute or so later, even that departed, separating from the relaxed grasp of my labia with a soppy sound of suction. It had taken several minutes, enough to let me down gently from the Everest-peak to which his fucking had raised me. A delicious lassitude overwhelmed me. When Daddy pushed me gently toward the edge of the bed, I made no resistance, nor did I feel jealousy when he reached for my ebulliently built little sister, Joanie, and pulled her close and began kissing her boobs and fondling her crazy little cunt.
I was glad to watch for a bit and let the sweet afterwaves of voluptuous delight swirl ever more slowly through my entire spent body.
After a bit, Harry said, holding Joanie clear of him, "Before we try our fucking pieces on for size, let's lick each other clean ..." and, when Joanie looked unhappy, he caressed her clit and said, "Come on, put your adorable little bottom up where Daddy can get at it."
I had never watched a sixty-nine before--or behind, either. It was fascinating to watch an expert at work, even if the other half of the team was a rank amateur. As he licked my little sister's crotch, my father occasionally had to lift his handsome head to direct his younger daughter in her work; and Joanie was as inept a sucker as she was a fucker. Yet, from his sage directions, I learned, for instance,, that the seam along the bottom of a man's prick is its most sensitive area, also that it is licking along it toward the head of the cock that gives him the greatest stimulus.
As I watched the interplay of their beautiful bodies, I found myself moved toward participation rather than continuing to play the role of mere spectator. I looked over at Bill, who was curled up against one of the bedposts at its foot, and saw the tip of his relatively little dong protruding through the crack made by his held-together thighs.
Sliding over toward him, I took him into my arms and kissed him and thrust my tongue into his mouth and explored its depths. How small and different it was from the mature mouth of our father. Yet how sweet to delve into! Bill responded to my embrace, not only joining happily in the interplay of our tongues, but sliding a hand into my still-creaming crotch and poking a forefinger into my cunt. I wriggled against it, enjoying the minor-league orgasm this gesture caused to erupt inside me, and cupped my hand over the head of his darling little pink cock.
We broke our sweet kiss voluntarily and both looked over at Dad and Joanie. Our little sister lay flat on her back now, with her legs spread wide on the coverlet and the little red eye of her cunt fully exposed and well lathered with the white cream our father's tongue had caused to flow. Above it, her pink, unhaired mound seemed to palpitate in anticipation as Daddy prepared to seek entry into her cunt with his huge stiff dick.
Bill whispered, "He'll never make it ... she's too small."
"Smaller than I am?" I asked.
He nodded and kissed my erect nipples slowly, then added, lifting his head, "Not much, but a little. She's even tight around my prick."
He looked down at his cock as he said this, and I could feel its upward thrust within the cupped palm of my hand. I laughed from sheer delight and kissed him again and he responded by pulling me onto his lap and opening his little thighs so that his dong stuck straight up like an anti-aircraft cannon. Sure, it was small compared to our father's fantastic genital equipment, but it was there and it was sweet and it was ready.
I spread my own thighs and lay back across the foot of the bed and pulled the little darling with me. His darling dong slid into my creaming coozy without manual direction, like a hungry pony that knows its own way back to the barn and its bag of oats. Maybe it failed to fill my flooding hole so tightly that it threatened to burst the seams, but it felt delicious inside of me for all that, and I began to wriggle my bottom slowly to send whole shoals of thrills through my delighted body, and he responded so happily that, almost before we were fully united, I came all over the place and was rewarded by feeling his sperm explode into my happily occupied cunt.
With that out of the way, we remained, still joined and with my brother on top of my naked flesh, our heads turned sideways to watch the action on the other part of the big bed.
Our father had sat up, with his legs hanging over the side. And, if brother Bill's prick resembled an anti-aircraft cannon in erection, Dad's looked like Big Bertha of World War One fame, ready to bombard Paris from ninety miles away --except that he held his younger daughter a lot closer than that.
Evidently, as with me, he had been unable to push the huge head of his pink-and-purple prick into the smallness of Joanie's hole while she lay underneath him as I was lying underneath my darling little brother. As we turned our attention their way, he was in the act of lifting Joanie's burgeoning little body in the air in front of him and placing her athwart his thighs for the same purpose he had put me on top of him, to "let gravity help."
Bill said, "He'll never make it," and I agreed, giving my cunt a slow roll for kicks.
But we were both about to learn a lesson in regard to the elasticity of the female cunt; and, if that's redundant, make the most of it!
My kid sister was always amazingly limber, sort of double-jointed all over. And, as my brother Bill and I watched, following Harry's instructions, and with her father's strong hands helping, she went into a regular dancer's split right over his thick and eager whang, which stood up, swaying a little as its owner shifted his rump, like a hooded king cobra about to strike.
But this strike, when it came, was in the slowest of slow motion. Thanks to being able to spread her legs so completely apart, Joanie's tight little-girl cunt was thrust forward and downward with its creaming labia just caressing the top of the dome of Daddy's purple crown. And, little by little, her tiny cunt stretched and swallowed it. Slowly, slowly, slowly ... first its thick head, then its stalk, was devoured by the cunt of the little girl who had been spawned by its liquid seed.
Knowing how tightly my own cunt had felt when our father worked that big thick prick into my flooding guts, I watched Joanie's pretty little face as well as what was happening downstairs. Her ordinarily sweet expression, aglow with anticipation of the family fucking she was about to receive, suddenly became one of alarm as that massive meat worked its way inexorably into her flooding guts. Her burgeoning boobs broke out in goosebumps with her darling little nipples sticking straight out in front of her chest as, wriggling a little from time to time, she slowly encompassed her sire's velvet-steel dong.
For a moment or two, I thought she was going to get all of it into her hole--something I had been unable to accomplish despite being two years older and all-over bigger than she. But when her sopping cuntal lips got within an inch and a half of its roots in Harry's hairy scrotum, it halted its slow downward process. An expression of distress crossed her darling face then and she wriggled her crotch more actively in an effort to render their father-daughter union complete--but to no avail as far as getting more of her daddy into her overstuffed little hole.
In other ways, however, this final preliminary wriggle paid off in spades: for Joanie's sweet little-girl body turned bright red and her eyes glazed as it was obvious that a great tidal wave of voluptuous delight was sweeping through her. She held her lush little lower lip with her pearly teeth and, planting both hands on Daddy's flat belly, with her legs still sticking straight out on either side, she began hoisting and lowering her cunt up and down, up and down, on Daddy's mammoth prick.
Evidently, the swiftness and vigor of her fucking assault caught Harry by surprise, for he chuckled and said, "Why, you little devil .. !" and then swung into counteraction himself, cupping a hand under her plunging rump and digging the other into her stand-up clit just above the soaking sweetness where his prong and his daughter's labia met and merged.
This caused Joanie to begin uttering little rhythmic sobs of ecstasy and to put her creaming crotch into the wild gyrations that had spoiled most of her efforts to fuck brother Bill by causing her hole to fly off his embedded cock. But Harry's mace was twice as long and nearly twice as thick--a big enough pole planted deeply enough in her gyrating guts to make it impossible for her to lose it.
Daddy rocked his baby girl in all directions, thanks to his double grip, and Joanie did more than her own share of the action, her hair and boobs flying in all directions as she kept ramming that hot little cunt of hers down on her father's fucking piece until I thought she had lost her mind. Her big brown eyes were half-lidded and the flush of her sweet little body grew brighter still until, without warning, she stopped all motion and went rigid all over.
Daddy uttered a resounding, "Oh, shit!" and slowed down his own activity. I never admired him more when I saw how gently he handled his little girl, remaining embedded in her while he held her in place and stroked her belly and bottom, holding in check his own passionate desire, until, again without warning, her eyes opened and she gasped and cried, "Oh, Daddy, I must have passed out... I'm sorry."
"It's all right, darling," he said and began thrusting his still-stiff prick in and out of her pumping hole.
Joanie shuddered all over for a moment and then riposted in kind but with somewhat slower and less frantic action than earlier. They moved in perfect unison in the sweetest of all dances until, with his lips tightening, Harry said, "I'm on my way."
His balls seemed to jump as they sent the sperm into his impaled prick and he gripped her loins tightly, holding her as deep as her tunnel of love permitted, while he sent that wonderful white liquid spurting into his little girl's womb. She gave a great start as it bounced off the top of her uterus and then seemed to turn to jelly all over, collapsing on her father's sweat-slippery body as if every bone in her own had melted under the heat of the fucking her sire had just given her.
Without thinking, Billy said, "I didn't think Joanie had it in her ..." A remark which caused me to say, "That's one of the dumbest things you ever said, darling," and he grinned and said, "You know, sis ... I guess it is."
"That show's over," I told him, putting my own crotch into overdrive. "Let's get this one on the bed ..."
He pulled back so that all my creaming cunt could get of his darling little cock was the very tip. And while I thrust and nipped at it desperately and called him all sorts of vile names, he teased me with it, pushing it just inside the gates of my tunnel of love, then pulling it out again to skirmish with me from another angle. I clutched at his cock, intending to put it inside me myself, but he brushed my clutching fingers away and, pinioning my arms, grinned down at me like an imp of Satan.
"You want it?" he mocked.
"You know I do, shitzy," I told him.
"Then no more wisecracks ..."
"I promise ... I promise .. why, you .. !"
This last as he pulled his pretty little prick completely out of me, leaving my hole empty in full flood. But I never finished the expletive, because he had only withdrawn to make his return to the sweet conflict the more memorable, driving his prick into my empty cunt with such force that our mounds came together so hard they hurt. But this was a delightful sort of pain, one that I was only too happy to endure time after time ... as my little brother would pull his darling dong out ever so slowly until, once again it barely remained within the outerworks of my portal of pleasure, then ramming it home so hard and fast the impact left me shuddering from head to toes.
Then, when we had had enough of this style of fucking, he ground rather than drove his prick into my suffusing cunt and held it there, pushed into me as far as it would go, while we circled our fucking pieces and began to enjoy the most pleasurable piece of arse the two of us had yet achieved together. Bill may have lacked Daddy's mastodonic dimensions and vast experience, but he was a born fucker as we all were except for Mom. Even little Joanie, now that she was learning how to maintain a cock in her cunt while she was getting her rocks off. I learned something important right then: size is definitely not the most important element in attaining a good fuck; inventiveness, innate rhythm and sheer enjoyment of doing it have to rank ahead of mere dimensions.
All of which is to say that the two of us were having a real ball--fucking there on the big guest bed while our father slowly brought his younger daughter back to normality.
I was proud of the newly discovered talent the three of us kids had so recently discovered; even though, as yet, I had no idea where it would take us, especially me. I was proud as punch of Daddy, too, now that I had known the delight of his big bucking prick in my hot little cunt. And proud of brother Bill and of myself, with a special sort of pride in little sister Joanie, now that she had proved so unexpectedly able to handle a prick in her hole so big that neither Bill nor I had ever expected she could manage to get inside her tiny orifice.
As Bill sent me into leaping climaxes with the adroitness of his fucking, I reveled in the entire process of fucking ... in the smells, the slap of balls against my crotch each time my brother rammed his stiff little cock into me as far as it would go. I loved the slick slippery feeling of his sweaty flesh on mine and the marvelous wetness that seemed to fill not only my cunt but my crotch and inner thighs and lower belly as well with its sticky sweetness. Of course, I loved most of all the marvelous sensations produced by the running of my brother's darling dong in and around and out of the most heavenly organ a girl possesses.
Talk about heaven can wait; I had it right there in my flooding cunt as soon as Dad or Bill poked one of their pricks past its opening muscle. So who had to wait for it? Most beautiful of all was the realization at eleven years old, that, barring accidents, I had a whole lifetime of fucking still ahead of me. I was even a little bit jealous of Joanie just then because she had got a start two years earlier than I had.
I began lifting my crotch straight up and down, and brother Bill timed his onslaughts so that he achieved maximum penetration of my thrusting cunt just as I attained the crest, sending showers of delicious sparks each time our sopping if scanty hairs met and my labia were mashed between our crotches and his all but hairless balls tickled the area around my arse-hole.
After maybe three dozen such movements, I peaked and began grabbing his dong with the muscles of my frantic cunt and circling my crotch and holding him tight on top of me ... with the result that my brother came so hard and so fast I barely had time to adjust my hole to receive his spurting sperm in the writhing, convulsed core of my young body.
With his load spent, in spite of my frantic efforts, my brother's dong dwindled in my swampy cunt until I could no longer hold even the tip of its crown within my labia. He was shot down, and who could blame him? For a mere kid, he had performed with more endurance than a majority of adult males over a period of less than twenty hours: first with Joanie, then with Joanie and me, then with Hotpants and Joanie and me, then with Joanie and me.
It was no disgrace for a boy of ten to be shot down after such a marathon, but I was too green to realize it... and I was in a veritable fury at having been abandoned while my own climaxes were still at high tide. Every nerve-end in my body screamed for further repletion in my cunt, and I leaped for Bill's sadly dwindled cock and sucked and pulled at it desperately, trying to get it back in fucking condition--but to no avail.
He was half-sitting up against the headboard, with his legs wide apart, while I was down on my hands and knees, digging at his prick with my fevered lips and tongue and, finally, my teeth.
When my frustration grew unbearable, I actually bit into poor Bill's dong, causing him to scream and begin beating at my red head with his fists. Vaguely, I heard Harry's voice somewhere behind me say, "That's not the answer, son, this is what she needs!"
With that, strong hands pulled my buttocks roughly apart, exposing my crotch completely to the rear. Once again, I felt the length and thickness of my father's gigantic prick entering the wet haven of my hole, this time from behind. Nor was there anything deliberate about this piece of tail. To give poor Bill relief, Daddy just jammed that adorable monster jock of his into me as hard and fast as he could, causing the mole atop its crown to plow a furrow up the underside of my tunnel of love that made me gasp with shock and delight, thus giving my brother opportunity to reclaim his little cock from my temporarily untender ministrations ...