Chapter 1
A Favor Prom Grandpa
"Much as I hate to admit it, I'm not as young, or near as strong, as I used to he. Of course, at seventy, nobody expects a man to act like a high school kid.
"I guess it's because of my age that when I get home from my daily walk ground the park I'm pretty beat, both physically and mentally, from the three or four chess games I usually get into with other old-timers in the park. That's why, as soon as I get the door closed, I kick off my shoes, mix the same stiff drink I've been having after work for close to fifty years, and collapse into my favorite easy chair. It feels wonderful to just sit there relaxing, thinking about nothing, especially about how boring retirement is, doing nothing, just feeling the warm glow from the drink spreading through my system. Last week the whole thing fell apart on me, though, when the doorbell started ringing five minutes after I got home.
"At first I tried to ignore the ringing, hoping that whoever it was would simply go away, but he didn't, and finally I had to get up and answer the door, just to stop that monotonous, slightly flat ding-dong of the bell. In the past few years my temper has become much shorter than it ever was before, and as I yanked open the door I was ready to growl at whoever it was. The growl died before it was born, though.
"My visitor was Jeanne, my eldest granddaughter, and her little sister, Marie. Both of them are nice, loveable kids, quiet and neat, and I really loved them. At least I loved them as much as any grouchy old man can love kids.
"Of course, Jeanne was well on her way to not being a kid anymore. She was nearing fifteen, and was already well filled out, with long soft brown hair, big blue eyes, and lips that seemed to be set in a perpetual love-pout, even when she was smiling, which was most of the time. She wasn't smiling when I opened the door, though, and neither was her sister, a ten-year-old look-alike of Jeanne.
"Sorry to bother you, Grandpa." Jeanne said, "but we have to talk to you, It's kind of important. Can we come in for a minute, please?"
"Sure, kids," I answered. "Come on in. What can I do for you?" I led them into the living room and sat them down on the couch, taking a chair opposite them.
"Well," Jeanne said slowly, once she was settled on the couch, "we have sort of a favor to ask. It's about Bobby, my brother, and us." I waited while she thought for a few minutes, then she continued. "Well, when you're gone, to the park, he sneaks over here and swipes some of your magazines, the ones with the pictures of girls without any clothes on, and then he hides them where he thinks nobody will find them. I know where they're at, though, and Marie and I have read all the stories in them, all the stuff about sex, and it really sounds like fun. We want to try it, but the only person we know that we can try it with, and trust not to tell anyone about it, is you, Grandpa. So, will you fuck us, Grandpa? Please say you will."
"For long minutes I was too completely dumbfounded to speak. At first my reaction was one of anger, a desire to spank Jeanne for speaking that way, but I quickly cooled off and tried to speak calmly to the kids.
"Look, Jeanne, you don't know what you're saying. I couldn't do anything like that. To start with, you're both much too young, and besides, it's against the law. You wouldn't want to go to jail, would you?"
"Please, Grandpa?" was her only reply. "We don't know who else to ask, and we've thought it over very carefully. We really want you to fuck us."
"I'm sorry, kids, but the answer is no. Why don't you just forget all about it, and I promise I won't say a thing about it to your mother. In a couple of years you'll be old enough, then you can find out all about it from boys your own age, the way you're supposed to learn about sex."
"I'm sorry, too, you said no, Grandpa," Jeanne said, "because I didn't want to do this. One of the stories told how a woman can make a man go to bed with her when he doesn't want to. If you won't do it, if you won't fuck us, I'll tear my dress and start screaming, and when someone comes Marie and I will both say you tried to rape me."
"I couldn't believe my ears, and I took a big gulp of my drink, hoping that the whole thing would turn out to be a figment of my imagination, a nightmare of a tired old man. It wasn't, though, and when I saw the determination on Jeanne's face I realized that I was going to have to do what she was demanding. Eddie, my son-in-law, and I had never gotten along, and he would be only too ready to believe a story like that. He hated the very idea that his father-in-law lived in the same apartment building, and would be more than happy to find an excuse to have me put away in an old-folks home. I had no choice but to surrender to Jeanne's demands.
"Okay, Jeanne, you win. I'll fuck you. But first you got to make me a promise. Promise me that you'll never tell anyone, and I mean anyone, about it."
"Jeanne nodded her head in assent to my request, and quiet little Marie did the same. I gave both of them a long look, still trying to find some way out of the situation, and when I realized that there simply wasn't any way out I got up and led them into the bedroom, hoping that I would be able to perform for them. It had been a long time.
"Once we were in the bedroom I told Marie to take off her clothes, and when she had done so I found that, as I had expected, she was much too young. Her breasts were but buds on her chest, mere bulges in the layer of baby fat that still covered her, and the hole between her legs was nothing but a hairless little pucker, which I probably wouldn't even be able to get even a finger into.
"Jeanne was next, and as she slowly pulled off her clothes I realized that she might be old enough after all. Her blouse and shorts came off quickly, and when she released the snap on her bra her ripe young breasts thrust the material away from them, springing out like two ripe pears, ready for plucking, asking for the touch of a man's lips. She pulled her panties down, and a triangle of fine brown hair outlined and partially covered a moist-looking pink slit. She turned slowly around in front of me, bringing into view a tight and firm pair of asscheeks with a small dimple on each side.
"I had the two of them lay down on the bed while I quickly stripped off my clothes, pleased to find that my cock had gotten rock-hard despite the fact that I really didn't want any of this to happen.
"I thought for a minute that Jeanne was going to object when I told her that there was nothing that I could do with Marie, that she was simply too young, but she quieted down when I told the two of them that Marie could take part in the preliminaries, and then watch and learn while Jeanne and I finished things up.
"I started off by kissing Jeanne with my tongue, showing her how to spread open her lips and work with her tongue. At the same time I had Marie play with my cock for a while, running her fingers lightly up and down the length of it, tickling it around the ring at the back of the head and squeezing my balls. Then, without me saying a word to her about it, she began to suck on it. Her mouth was so small that she could barely get her lips around the head of my cock, taking only a couple of inches into her mouth, but it felt wonderful to me. Knowing that this was the first time for both of them, that they were complete virgins, added even more to the sexual excitement that was quickly building inside of me. It was only seconds before my mind began to forget that these were my granddaughters, and my body began to respond to them as women.
"After what seemed like half-an-hour, I broke the kiss with Jeanne and, just for kicks, I shifted around on the bed and planted a wet kiss right on Marie's hairless little twat, still so tight that I couldn't even get my tongue into it. I transferred my attentions back to Jeanne, spreading her legs and sliding my tongue right into her tight pussy, probing around in that virgin cunt, tasting juices that had never been tasted before.
"She didn't react to my tongue at all, so I started working it in and out, tickling her moistening cunt walls, and a few minutes later I felt the full flow of hot moisture begin to form. I knew then, for sure, that she was old enough for what she wanted from me.
"Following my instructions, Marie slid her body under mine, her head at my crotch, and while I continued to work on Jeanne's pussy with my tongue I sank my cock down into Marie's waiting mouth, pumping up and down, in and out, being careful to make only short strokes so as not to gag her by shoving too much cock into her. Soon Jeanne began to roll around on the bed and I knew that it was time to gel: into her.
"I had her lift her hips up off the bed while I slid a pillow under her ass, thought for a minute about getting up and going into the bathroom for some Vaseline, then decided that the wetness my tongue had left behind in her cunt, combined with her natural lubrication, would be enough.
"I eased my swollen and excited cock out of Marie's busily sucking mouth and moved up on the bed, between Jeanne's legs, brushing my lips over her young breasts on my way back to her lips. I felt the nipples harden immediately as I sucked them into my mouth, giving each a little bite. Then I was back at her lips, and when I kissed her this time she knew just what to do, and she put a lot of effort into it.
"I kept my lips locked on hers as I lined my cock up with her cunt, feeling my way with my fingers, sliding the head of it into the depression between her cunt lips. I stopped there for a few minutes to let her get used to the feel of it, pressing inwards, and I could feel her body shaking under mine as young passion mounted inside her.
"She was lucky. It looked like she was going to have an orgasm the first time, and a good one, something that I knew not all virgins were capable of. I guess that most of them are too scared the first time a man screws them, but not Jeanne. After all, she had forced me into this. This was what she wanted, and I was going to give it to her good. I was going to make it as easy for her as I could, but not so easy that I wouldn't enjoy it myself. After all, I was being blackmailed into this, so it was only right that I should get something out of it. Besides, it had been a hell of a long time since I had last had a woman, and I had a lot of come stored up inside of me, ready to shoot into Jeanne's cunt. At the time I didn't even worry about her getting pregnant. All I could think about was that wonderfully hot and tight cunt, waiting for me to bury my cock in it.
"When her moans and her twisting about on the bed under me seemed to have reached a peak, when her tongue began flashing around inside my mouth with a deep urgency, I began pressing down with my cock, harder and harder, trying to force my way into her.
"Soon she was trying to pull her laps away from mine as the pain began to get to her, but I kept our lips locked together, and then, with an almost audible pop, her hymen gave way and my cock sank deep into her. She broke the kiss then and cried out as her legs thrashed on either side of mine, but the cry seemed to have as much pleasure as pain in it.
"I could feel the warm blood running around my cock as I started a slow pumping, and soon her lips again sought out mine, the kiss breaking again as her breath began to come hard and fast, with little moans breaking the ragged monotony of her gasps for breath. Then, accompanied by a scream, every muscle in her body seemed to lock up tight, then she started vibrating like she was having an epileptic seizure, and I let myself go, firing off a load of hot come into her, gasping arid moaning myself as my system reacted to a really good come, the first I had had in over a year, and as good as any I had experienced as a kid, so many years before.
"When we both had finished our shaking, I slowly pulled out of her, seeing the dark-red stains on the pillow under her ass and rolled over on my back, completely exhausted. I watched, too tired to speak, as she slowly got up, wincing as she brought her legs together, then smiling as she looked back at me, still laying on the bed. The two of them put their clothes on and started for the door. When they got there Jeanne turned and looked back at me.
"Thanks a lot, Grandpa. That was really fun. If we can ever do any favors for you, just ask." With that she turned, and the two of them were gone. You know what? She may be my granddaughter, and way too young, especially for an old man like me, but I've got a hunch that I'm going to be asking a favor of her. Real soon, too."
In this case history we find ourselves actually faced with two completely separate forms of deviant psycho-sexual functioning, involving several different determinant factors. The subject of this case, Samuel M., despite his complete dismissal of the subject, has shown quite obvious incestuous desires towards his granddaughters, as well as his continued high degree of sexual ability at a quite advanced age, over seventy years.
The two girls involved, the sisters Jeanne and Marie, show somewhat more complex syndromes, especially Jeanne. Jeanne is quite obviously sexually precocious, completely amoral, and somewhat masochistic in her behavior regarding sex, as are most women. In effect, her sexual affair with her grandfather was the rape of a man by a woman, an action which she knew to be wrong, but pursued anyway.
She and her sister visited their grandfather with the direct aim of becoming ex-virgins through his offices, knowing that they were probably in for quite a painful experience, yet masochistically accepting this situation.
Many researchers accept this masochistic trait in women, especially virgin women, as a normal and useful component of their female sexuality, developing congruently with adolescence and sexual maturity. Dr. Helene Deutsch wrote as follows in Psychology of Women:
Woman's entire psychologic preparation for the sexual and reproductive functions is connected with masochistic ideas. In these ideas, coitus is closely associated with the act of defloration, and defloration with rape and a painful penetration of the body. The sexual readiness, the psychologic pleasure-affirming preparation for the sexual act, draws its masochistic components from two sources — one infantile, regressive and dispositional, and the other real. For defloration is really painful and involves the destruction of part of the body ... Acceptance of pain associated with pleasure, or of pleasure associated with pain, may result in such a close connection between the two that the sexual pleasure becomes dependent upon pain. Thus feminine sexuality becomes and acquires a masochistic character. Actually a certain amount of masochism as psychologic preparation for adjustment to the sexual functions is necessary in woman ...
Thus we see that Jeanne went into her grandfather's apartment expecting to get hurt, demanding that she be hurt. In spite of this she followed through with her original plan, and, in effect, achieved her ends.
Her grandfather, on the other hand, found himself able to engage in an act which he had subconsciously repressed, the desire for incest. Incestuous desires toward offspring are not uncommon, or considered to be psychologically unusual. Indeed, the close proximity between family members, even between a grandfather and granddaughter, such as we have here, is often conducive to incestuous feelings on both sides.
The attraction between Samuel and Jeanne has been even further accentuated by the fact that Samuel is rapidly coming to think of himself as an "old man," and, as with any man approaching death, he wishes to associate his thoughts with youth as a denial of his coming death. Therefore, any young female with whom he would normally come into contact becomes a sex object, and the fact that she is a relative is secondary to the sexual attraction.
Samuel has avoided any sexual relationships with adults, especially those of his own age, because of his overwhelming death anxiety. Indeed, he has been attracted to extremely young girls, finally his granddaughters, who do not elicit this death anxiety because they are so far from an aging death.
The love of children, which the psychologists call "pedophilia," has been termed the perversion of the "weak and impotent" by Freud. While he was not referring to the aged specifically in this statement, it is nevertheless quite applicable.
However, we must at all times keep in mind that the fault for this affair lies as much with Jeanne as with her grandfather. The social code we live by clearly outlines and restricts the sexual behavior of children. In this country, constant pressure is exerted, ideally at least, to prevent any form of sexual behavior until it is legalized and can occur in the bonds of matrimony.
However, Kinsey and his associates have shown statistically what has generally been recognized for many years, namely, that in spite of the attitudes of adults, the children of our society frequently indulge in many forms of sexual activity. The one major factor which makes Jeanne different from other girls her age is that she took her sexual desires for experimentation to her grandfather, rather than to a friend or acquaintance of her own age. We must assume that she did this with full knowledge of the possible consequences of her actions, and with the cultural knowledge that she was becoming involved in an incestuous relationship.
If her actions were prompted solely by her desire for a sexual relationship, it is quite likely that she will be able to move on to a more normal sexual adaptation in later life. If, however, the incestuous desires were the prime factor leading her to forcing her grandfather into a sexual relationship, the prognosis for normal sexual adaptation is somewhat poorer, since submission to incestuous desires implies a serious lack of impulse control which typically precedes the onset of other, more socially serious, psychological deviations.
"Marie and I had been getting some pretty good kicks from looking at the pictures and reading the stories and articles in the magazines my brother Bobby had been stealing from my grandfather for a long time, and while we didn't understand a lot of what we read, we understood enough of it to know that sex must be a lot of fun ... At least, that's what all the articles said. That's why we decided to try it. The only problem we had was finding someone to try it with.
"It took us a long time, and a lot of arguments, to decide on our grandfather for our experiment in sex, At first we thought about having Bobby do it to us, but when we thought more about it for a while we realized that he was probably as inexperienced in sex as we were, and wouldn't know how to do it right. All the articles on sex had pointed out how important what they called 'technique' was and technique seemed to depend a lot on experience, which Bobby couldn't have much of, being only thirteen. We kept on talking about it for about a week, finally decided on our grandfather, then made our plans on how to seduce him.
"One afternoon, when our folks were going to be out for several hours and Bobby was out playing baseball, we went up on the balcony near grandfather's apartment and hid about the time he usually came home from his afternoon walk in the park. We saw him come in the front of the building, looking awfully tired, and for a few minutes I wondered if perhaps we shouldn't call our plans off. He looked like he might be too tired, and perhaps even too old, for what we wanted. Besides, I was getting scared.
"I wanted to find out what sex was all about more than anything else in the world, though, so I put my fears and doubts out of my mind and Marie and I walked up and rang the doorbell several times. It took quite a while for him to answer his doorbell, but finally he opened the door, then invited us in. He looked like he wasn't too happy about having visitors, but he's always loved Marie and me, and I knew that he wouldn't throw us out before I had a chance to tell him what we wanted.
"When we told grandfather that we wanted to get fucked, I thought he was going to choke on his drink, or have a heart attack. I guess our request really shook him up and, as I had been expecting, he refused. After going this far with our plans, though, we weren't about to turn back and I played our tramp card. I gave him the choice of either doing what we wanted, or having me tell everyone that he tried to molest us. He knew that my father didn't like him and would be ready to believe anything bad about him, so he changed his mind in a hurry.
"After a few minutes of just stalling around, like he was trying to figure some way out, he took us into the bedroom. That's where the fun really started, soon with his complete cooperation. First he had Marie strip off all her clothes, then he had me do the same. Several of the stories and articles we had read told about the sexy way a girl takes off her clothes and how much a sexy strip turned a man on. I tried to be what I thought was sexy when I took mine off. It must have been fairly good, because I saw a bulge growing in the front of his pants, and I knew from the articles that the bulge was a sign that he was getting hot.
"I took off my outer clothing pretty quickly, just throwing the clothes on the floor, then moved much more slowly when I got to my panties and bra, sort of wiggling around while I pulled them off and making sure that grandfather got a good look at the furry patch between my legs and at my tits, which I'm pretty proud of.
"He must have liked what he saw, because he began to breathe awfully hard, like he had just run around the block or something, and he was sweating little rivers. When I had all my clothes off, I turned slowly around, letting him see me from all sides like a model with a new dress. When I had my back to him I had the feeling that he wanted to reach out and feel my bottom in the worst way, but was afraid to.
"Once Marie and I were completely naked, he had us climb up onto the bed, then he stripped all his clothes off, and I got quite a surprise. Several of those magazines had pictures of naked men in them, so I had seen pictures of cocks and I had an idea of what to expect. All the cocks in those pictures had been soft, though, and I hadn't realized that when a man's cock gets hard, it gets a lot bigger. Grandfather's looked so big that, once again, I almost changed my mind about the whole thing. I couldn't see any way that he could get that tremendous shaft inside of me without tearing me in half. My hole just wasn't large enough to take something that big!
"Grandfather started things off by showing me how to kiss him, something that I already thought I knew how to do. I hadn't known that there was any difference between the kind of kissing I had been getting and giving to relatives for years, and the way a man kissed a woman when he was going to fuck her. There sure was, though.
"Grandfather pressed his lips against mine, hard, then used his tongue to force my lips and teeth open. Right, away he shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, moving it all around, tickling the insides of my lips and my gums, then rubbing his tongue against mine. When he pulled his tongue back into his own mouth I followed it with mine, doing to him the same things he had been doing to me. As I did that I began to feel hot, funny sensations going through my body.
"All the time he had been busy showing me how to kiss him he had been giving little Marie instructions, too, instructions with his hands. He had her move down below his waist, first kissing, then sucking on his big cock. She could hardly get her mouth around it, it was so big.
"When he broke our kiss, he moved down on the bed, pulling his cock from between Marie's lips. He tried to get' his tongue into her hole, but it was much too small, and soon he gave up and turned his attention back to me, rolling his body over until his head and shoulders were between my legs, spreading them wide.
"He eased his tongue into my hole, first just licking and touching around the outside and the lips of it, then sticking it in deep, until I could feel something inside of me stopping him. At first his busy tongue didn't do anything for me except make me curious as to what was coming next, but when he started sliding it slowly in and out I really began to feel hot and sort of squirmy inside.
"While he was sliding his tongue in and out of my hole, he lifted his hips up off the bed and had Marie slide under him, so he could stick his cock back into her mouth. Pretty soon both he and I were breathing awfully hard, and I just had to let out a couple of low moans, simply because what he was doing felt so good, "I guess it was because he knew it felt so good to me, and because he could tell from experience how hot I was getting inside, that he soon stopped his busy licking at my hole, pulling his tongue out and kissing the insides of my thighs. He slid one arm under the small of my back and lifted my hips up off the bed, then he slid a big pillow under my behind to hold me up there. I didn't understand what he was doing, but I figured he must have had a reason for it.
"He started to move back up towards the head of the bed, and I got ready to put my arms around his back again, hoping that he would kiss me some more, but he stopped halfway up, with his head in the middle of my chest.
"He looked at one of my pointed breasts for a long minute, then he moved his head a little and started to run his tongue over one of the nipples. That really felt wild, and in just a couple of seconds I felt my nipple getting all hot and hard and tight, and even more tender than it had been when he started kissing it. After he had sucked the nipple until it was good and hard, he took almost my whole breast into his mouth and squeezed it with his tongue, at the same time biting down lightly and sucking hard on it.
"After a few wonderful minutes he stopped sucking on my breast and again shifted upwards on the bed until he was laying over me, face to face. Again he started that deep tongue kissing and I felt the end of his cock, burning hot, rubbing through the hair between my legs. He let it rub back and forth for a while, then reached down with one hand and took a hold of it, directing it to the right place, with the head of it pressed tight between the lips of my hole, ready to start moving into me.
"He began to press his body down on mine, trying to force his big cock into my small hole, and the feel of that hot head between the lips of my hole was so good that I just stopped thinking about how big it was, and how small my hole was, and just began totally feeling what was happening to me. I felt the head of it spreading the walls of my hole apart, more than I thought it was possible for them to stretch, and it felt wonderful. Then it slid a little ways inside and I felt it pressing against that blockage that had stopped his tongue.
"Grandfather didn't stop this time, "though. He kept right on pushing his body down on mine, and the harder he pushed, the more it hurt, and the better it felt, if that makes any sense.
"After what seemed like an hour of his pressing it began to hurt so bad that I wanted to cry, to yell, but I couldn't because he still had his lips locked against mine, blocking all sound. I tried to pull my mouth away from his, to tell him that he was hurting me, but he wouldn't let me. Then, with a red flash of pain and the feeling that I was being split completely in two that barrier to his progress gave way and his cock slid all the way into me.
"I did manage to get my mouth free then, and I guess I must have screamed. I fought him, trying to get away from him, but he held me pinned to the bed with his cock, like a butterfly pinned to a display board, and in a couple of seconds the pain seemed to be going away, or was being covered by the wonderful feeling of that cock of his buried deep inside of me, filling me.
"I could feel something hot and gooey running down my leg, and after a couple of seconds I realized that it was blood. My blood! I knew then that I had been successful in my plan, I was no longer a virgin.
"Grandfather began to pump away at me, sliding his cock slowly in and out of my eager hole, then faster and faster, and my body kept getting tighter and tighter, until suddenly — like a tightly wound rubber band breaking inside of me — everything seemed to rush down to my hole and my entire body seemed to catch fire. I was having a climax, my first orgasm, and it was wonderful!
"Right in the middle of that terrific, beautiful experience I felt his cock getting even bigger, swelling inside of me, and then it was shooting a boiling hot fluid into me, washing the walls of my hole and filling it to the brim with liquid fire. That made my continuing climax even better, something that I wouldn't have believed was possible only seconds before, so good that I felt like crying when it ended ... much too soon.
"Grandfather had his eyes closed, and his breath was coming very fast and • harsh. His face and chest were all flushed, and I hoped that he wasn't going to have a heart attack. That would have been sort of hard to explain to our folks. Then, with a loud groan of pleasure, he pulled his softening cock out of my hole and just rolled off me, dropping onto his back next to me on the bed. His breath slowly evened out, the flush disappeared from his face and chest, a smile came to his lips, and I knew that he was okay.
"Marie and I got up off the bed, sorry that it was over, and got dressed. Grandfather was still laying there flat on his back with a big smile on his face as I thanked him and we left, promising him that if he ever wanted any favors from us, just to ask.
"We let ourselves out the door, first checking through the window to make sure that nobody would see us, then locking the door behind us so no one would disturb him. I figured that he needed some rest. After all, he was a pretty old man and probably not used to all that exercise anymore. I know I was tired, and I was feeling pretty sore all over. I had trouble getting my legs to go together without getting a hard stab of pain, but I felt pretty good, too. Sort of warm all over and really happy with the world. Marie hadn't yet said anything about what had happened, but I knew that she had liked what little she had been able to get, even though she hadn't been able to get the loving I had gotten from Grandfather.
"We went down the stairs to the patio area and over towards our apartment. We were walking along the little raised concrete walkway, sort of like a long porch, that led past the doors of all the ground floor apartments on that side of the building. Marie was just ambling along like she usually did, looking down at the ground instead of at where she was going, but I was digging on the great big world, which seemed to be much prettier, so much brighter and more alive, than it had been before we had gone upstairs. I was just filled with a pink cloud of happiness, and I wanted to see everything in this new light before it wore off. That's how I noticed that Mr. Jurgensen's apartment door was partway open, like he had forgotten to latch it securely and the breeze had opened it a little.
"Mr. Jurgensen is a retired Army officer, about the same age as my grandfather, and a real nice man, even though he keeps to himself most of the time. Mom says that he's very shy and lonely, but I think that he's just bored from sitting around all day with nothing to do.
"As we came up to his apartment, I slowed down a little. I guess I'm a naturally nosy person, and peeked in his open door. Marie didn't notice me slowing down, and kept right on walking towards our place. I saw Mr. Jurgensen sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book. He couldn't see me standing there, the book was in the way, and I almost laughed when I saw what he was doing while reading. He had one hand down between his legs, and it sure did look like he was playing with himself.
"I watched him for several minutes,-to make sure he wasn't just scratching an itch, then I couldn't hold back the laugh anymore. He heard me, snatched his hand away from his crotch, and dropped the book on the floor. As he saw me standing there in the doorway his face turned bright red, and although he opened his mouth to speak, he obviously couldn't find a thing to say. I stood there for a couple of seconds, just watching him struggle with his emotions, then I stepped into his living room closing the door behind me.
"I know something that's a whole lot better than playing with yourself, Mr. Jurgensen," I told him, giving him a big smile. He still didn't seem to be able to find his voice, so I just walked across the room to where he was sitting, reached down and grabbed the tab or his zipper, pulling it down all the way, exposing the bulge in his shorts.
"Hey, stop that!" he yelled. "You can't do that."
"Why not?" I asked, putting on my best little-girl look, the one I use when I get caught doing something wrong. "Don't you like it?"
"I didn't wait for him to answer my question. All the time I had been speaking I had been working my hand inside the open fly of his trousers and through the slot in the front of his shorts. As soon as I had my hand wrapped around his hot cock, which was already as stiff as a piece of iron, I pulled it out of his pants, got down on my knees in front of him, bent my head, and kissed the end of it.
"He was a lot more cooperative than my grandfather had been at first. He let out a low groan, then his hands went to the back of my head, fingers sliding through my hair, pushing down on it. I opened my lips wide and let his cock slide between them, tasting the salty flavor of his mixed sweat and lubrication juice and smelling the musky scent of his sexual excitement. Aren't those fancy words? I learned them from one of Grandfather's magazines. One he gave me later, before Bobby had a chance to swipe it.
"Anyway, Mr. Jurgensen kept pushing down steadily on my head, and I let more and more of his tasty cock slide into ray mouth, feeling the gnarled texture of it with my tongue, sucking on it to get more of that salty taste out of the end of it. In a couple of seconds I felt the head of his cock press at the back of my mouth, and I was sure that I couldn't swallow any more of it I was wrong, though, as Mr. Jurgensen soon showed me.
"He stopped with his cock that far into my mouth for a minute, easing his pressure on the back of my head, and I began to suck hard on his cock; using every bit of power in my lungs. Then, with a quick, hard shove, he forced my head down even further, and the end of his cock slipped past that little gag-thingie at the back of my mouth and into my throat, with my lips brushing against the cloth of his pants.
"For a couple of seconds I thought I was going to throw up all over him, and then I began to get scared because I couldn't breathe anymore. Just as I was on the point of panicking he again eased his pressure on the back of my head, and the head of his cock popped out of my throat and into my mouth again.
"I took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths of air, let his cock slide out until my lips were wrapped around the soft ring at the back of the head, and then he urged my head down again. Once again I let his cock slide all the way back into my throat, but this time I was ready for it, and I didn't gag on it like I had the first time.
"I really got going on his cock when I felt my skirt lifted in back. For a minute I thought that he was going to play with me a little while I sucked him off. Then I realized that, from where he was sitting in front of me, there was no way he could reach down between my legs. Startled, I took my lips off his cock and looked back over my shoulder to see what was going on.
"There, between my legs, was Marie. She must have slipped in the door while I was busy with Mr. Jurgensen's cock. She was sticking her head up under my skirt, her face coming to rest pressed deep into my crotch!
"Her busy little tongue slipped into my hole, twisting around, tickling the inside of it and starting a new wetness that felt good and told me that soon I was going to have to get fucked again.
"Once again I went to work on Mr. Jurgensen's cock, sucking it into my mouth, playing with the head of it with my tongue, massaging the shaft with the insides of my cheeks. He really must have loved what I was doing, because soon he was gasping for breath and grunting and groaning like he was in pain or something. He sounded like he was really working hard, and I hoped that it wasn't too hard.
"His cock seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, swelling inside my mouth, then it was pumping and pouring hot juice down my throat, almost choking me. I swallowed convulsively again and again, to keep that juice from flooding into my lungs, and with a bit of a shock I realized that it really tasted good, sort of salty and slick, like a salted egg yolk. I sucked hard on his cock, trying to get all of his juice out of him and into my mouth, and at the same time Marie was sucking just as hard on my hole, combining her sucking with flashing her tongue in and out of me like a little cock, setting my body on fire.
"When I had the last of Mr. Jurgensen's juice sucked out of his cock, I let it slide out of my mouth, licking the head of it clean with my tongue, then settling back on my knees, savoring the feel of Marie under me, working away on my hole with her tongue. What she was doing felt wonderful, but not as wonderful as the feel of a big cock in there. I wondered if Mr. Jurgensen would be able to get it hard again so that he could fuck me before we had to get home. I was sure hoping that he could.
"I didn't need to worry about him. His cock didn't even, get soft. One of the magazines had mentioned men who were able to keep an erection for as long as they wanted to, and I guess Mr. Jurgensen must have been one of those men.
"I didn't know how long he would be able to keep up that hard on, considering his age, which must have been at least seventy, so I decided that I'd better take the initiative rather than wait to see if he was going to do anything on his own.
"I gave the head of his gleaming cock another big kiss, then looked up at his smiling face, hoping that he was going to continue to cooperate.
"I hope you liked that, Mr. Jurgensen," I said. When he nodded his head I went on, "Good. Now I want you to make me come, too, Please? I need it real bad, and I need it real quick."
"Again he nodded, as though he couldn't trust himself to speak, and when he did I stood up in front of him, regretfully pulling ray hole away from Marie's busy tongue, and straddled his legs. I had thought that I would be able to get my legs on either side of his waist, knees bent to fit against the back of the couch, but I quickly realized that wouldn't work. Sure, I could sit like that but I couldn't get my hole within inches of his cock. Next I tried spreading my legs out to each side, like I was doing a split. That didn't work, either.
"All the while I was moving around, trying to find a position that would let me get his cock into my hole, he was just sitting there, smiling at me. When I was good and frustrated, ready to pull him down on the floor to fuck, he laughed out loud, then slid forward on the couch, making room behind his back for my legs.
"I wrapped them around his waist, and finally I was in the right position. His cock was only inches away from my hungry hole, inches that I could close up just by tightening my legs around his waist.
"His shaft was pointed up at an angle, almost at my belly button, and I pressed down on it with my hand, lining it up with my hole, then scooting forward just a little to get the head of it pressed against my opening.
"I kept my fingers wrapped around it and began to rub it up and down the length of my slit, covering the head of it with the shiny juice from my hole, getting both of us a lot hotter, until I got that feeling that I had had with my grandfather that told me I was right on the verge of a climax. I wanted another climax, wanted it badly, but I wanted to hold off for a couple of minutes to enjoy this second fucking that I was getting in one day.
"I was still pretty sore from the screwing my grandfather had given me and I couldn't help a few little twinges when Mr. Jurgensen's prick slid into my hole. Even so, it felt so good that, when it was in the right place, I leaned forward and locked my lips on his, searching inside his mouth with my tongue. As we kissed I slowly tightened my legs around his middle, pulling my body closer to his, sliding my body over the hot shaft of his cock.
"My hole spread and spread as he slid slowly into me. Each time the pain got a little too bad I would relax the pressure of my legs for a minute, stopping the advance until the pain died down. This seemed to go on for hours, then I felt the rough cloth of his trousers brushing against the lips of my hole, the few hairs that were sticking out along with his shaft tickling me. He was into me all the way, and it felt wonderful. The heat from his cock was spreading through my body in powerful waves, and the fire that was crashing through me turned my muscles to jelly, making it impossible for me to pump my body back and forth on his cock, like I wanted to do.
"Mr. Jurgensen took charge, grabbing my hips and sliding me away from him, his cock slipping out of my cunt, then pulling me forward again to bury his meat in me. Back and forth he pushed me, until I regained enough control to start the motion myself again. When that happened his hands left my hips and pulled the buttons of my blouse open, releasing my bra. His fingers began to roam over my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples, caressing me with the gentlest of love-touches, driving me right out of my mind.
"I had forgotten all about Marie, but she soon reminded me that she was still there. I felt my dress lifting in back again, then her lips were touching the soft and tender skin at the base of my spine, her tongue running through the fine hair there. Her teeth pulled gently at the hair, then her lips began to move slowly downward, pressing against the skin of my behind, her tongue probing gently into the crack.
"I didn't know what she was doing, but I knew that it felt awfully good, and fit right in with what I was doing with Mr. Jurgensen's cock. Marie had to move her head back and forth in time with my pumping, and she managed fine. Then her fingers were busy next to her lips, spreading the cheeks of my behind apart to let her tongue probe deep into the crack.
"My mind was more on the feel of Mr. Jurgensen's cock inside my hole than on what my sister was doing, but this changed quick when she slid the tip of her pointed tongue into my asshole. It was like an electric shock going through me, and my body slammed forward against Mr. Jurgensen's, ramming his cock all the way into my hole. Marie didn't pull out her tongue. She followed right on with my forward motion, stabbing it in even deeper when my body was stopped by the man sitting in front of me.
"That strong forward thrust must have been all he needed to set him off again, because I could feel his cock jumping around inside my hole, pouring another load of fluid into me. The fire of that hot fluid, combined with his cock being buried in my front hole and Marie's tongue in my back hole, set off my own orgasm, and it was even better than the one I had had with my grandfather only half an hour before.
"My body shook and shuddered in reaction as the waves of pleasure poured through me, and then, once again, it was over too soon. When the last of my shaking had stopped, I lifted up off Mr. Jurgensen's still stiff cock, wanting more of it but I was too sore now to take it again for a while. Marie's tongue slipped from my anus, and I picked up my panties and quickly pulled them on.
"It felt like I was floating on a cloud as I walked out the door of Mr. Jurgensen's apartment, leaving him on the couch, smiling. My thoughts were a haze of pleasure ... I was wondering if there might be any way to get my grandfather and Mr. Jurgensen together — with me in the middle."
It is unfortunate that both Samuel M. and Mr. Jurgensen succumbed to the temptations of Jeanne and Marie, nymphets who have attained fully developed sexuality in advance of their moral and social development. However, it is doubtful that any serious psycho-pathological damage has been done to either person, since they can "justify" their actions by telling themselves that they were forced into what they did. Without this justification it is doubtful if either person would be able to accept the situation.
Jeanne and Marie, on the other hand, have entered into lives of socially abnormal sexuality, which will strongly affect their future development as adults. Jeanne in particular shows signs of emotional instability which will cause her problems in the years to come. It is likely that she will infect her younger sister Marie with the same problems.