Chapter 14

Jim shook his head as the youngsters wiped Ken's finger dry. Then they got a towel and cleaned up Joyce, wiping at her crotch until her blonde hairs looked bushy and clean. At no time did Joyce attempt to cover herself up again as the brother and sister turned their attentions to Jim.

"What about you, Mr. Babcock?" Ken asked.

Jim snapped the words. "Get the hell away from me, Idd. You think for one minute I screw around with boys?"

"What about girls, Mr. Babcock?" Darla purred as she walked around the foot of the bed. Ken stayed over on Joyce's side, idly playing with a breast Just as idly, Joyce lifted a hand and pushed it into the boy's crotch. At once his cock was storming about inside his pants, raging to be set free.

Meanwhile, Darla came to Jim's side of the bed and she sat gingerly on the side, peering down into his face. "Do I look all right to you, Mr. Babcock?" she murmured.

"You look fine, kid," he snorted. Good Lord, she looked like something from the sinners' side of heaven, all young, peaches and cream and those haunting eyes. His cock was aching to get into those tender lips between her legs.

She smiled like a Cheshire cat as she leaned down. She didn't kiss him, as he thought she was going to do. Instead she placed her face alongside his-he'd slid down to the point where he was flat on the bed again-and he felt her breasts pushing at him. They weren't large breasts, but they were hard, like apples that hadn't yet ripened. He knew she'd get larger before she was out of school.

Her hand pressed against his chest as she pushed herself up again. She smiled into his face like an angel.

"Did you feel them?"

"Of course I did."

She took his hands and lifted them to her bikini top. He squeezed her tits, finding they were indeed very hard and pointed. He could see the outline of her nipples. Her skin was a dark golden brown, as though she'd spent every day of her life out in the sun.

She turned on the side of the bed, presenting her back to him. He opened the knot of the bikini top where it was tied at the back of her neck. Then he opened the knot in the small of her back. The tiny garment fell away as though it had never existed.

She turned back and he looked at those child's knockers. Beautiful pink nipples, as delicate as Joyce's, which he now looked at in comparison. Yes, Joyce's mounds were heavier, more mature, but these were every bit as exciting in their way. He ran his thumbs over their peaks and the little nipples puffed up and snapped into even sharper points.

Darla looked down at herself and laughed. "Golly, Mr. Babcock, you're real good. They've never jumped out so quick before."

Jim smirked. "Perhaps I'm making you healthy, too, my child."

Darla merely blinked and then she was working at his waist, opening the string of his trunks and pulling hard. Jim lifted his hips so that she could jerk the trunks down to his knees. She paused and looked at his pouch. Jim looked, too. It was huge. His prick was pointing at the ceiling, aching for new action for the third time that day. It looked as fresh and eager to go as ever.

. He and Darla, and Joyce and Ken, for that matter, watched as the girl stroked his prick. Then she reached under it and found his balls, feeling of their tightness much as her stepmother had done a couple of hours earlier. "You're big," she whispered.

"So I'm told," he laughed. "Go ahead, make me well, if you still think I'm sick."

"I don't think you really are," she said with a sexy little giggle, "but I'm going to give you a routine physical anyhow."

She leaned down and pressed her breasts against his bulging prick. He angled his hips and thrust it between her tits, thinking this was a titty-pricky house. More cocks were shoved at breasts than at cunts. Ah, well, the pleasures of the idle rich.

Carla wormed her small body back and forth over his prick until Jim was ready to come. At that point he grasped her shoulders to halt her wiggling. "Sit up, my girl. I've had enough of this sort of stimulation. Don't you English women have anything more to offer a man than your knockers?"

"All right," she said with a delighted squeal. "I can give you something extra."

She began to rain kisses on his belly, working from her knees now, not touching his prick. She kissed his navel and then her lips were in his pubic hairs. Jim realized her target and he gasped with the pleasure of anticipation.

She slid down to where his flesh was terribly tender. He grasped handfuls of sheet and hung on as she wormed her nose and mouth down into his pubic hairs. Then she was kissing the very base of his cock. His nerve ends were singing a song in glorious harmony as her mouth drifted out on his shaft.

She was using her tongue, too, lapping on the shaft and making small slurping sounds against the skin. He looked over at Joyce, who was lying back while Ken fondled her breasts. She looked relaxed, lazy and cat-like. Yes, she had gotten rid of her inhibitions. She could now accommodate sex as though it were something that was always kept around the house.

Jim smiled and looked back down on Darla's sleek little head. It was still pecking at his shaft and then it was sliding out to the knob. He held his breath as she lapped gently at the pink swelling and. when she got over the little slit in its tip she paused.

She had lifted her head to peer up at him. "Am I doing it all right for you?"

Jim nodded. "I'll complain if things go wrong."

"I hope so. Daddy wants us to make things right for you. He says it's the little things like this that count." She giggled. "Not that there's much little about you."

Jim could only purr and stroke her hair as the small face bent to its task once again. She was opening her lips and then her jaws. She came down on his knob, taking the entire end of it into her mouth. He lurched with his hips and the whole thing was hooked inside, her teeth fixed above the flange.

He lay back, gulping and staring at the ceiling. It was so wonderful. He hoped that Joyce was taking notes. There was nothing degrading about this. It was simply a new dimension in sex, something special for those times when a little variety can keep the old ball game rolling along.

She was pulling on the end of his cock, her face pumping. Each time her head came up she would pull hard on his prick. The knob was hooked into her face like a fish hook in the jaw of a marlin. She pumped on and he felt himself ready to come again. Christ, how many times was it already today? He never would have believed he could have made it with such superman regularity.

He dug his heels into the mattress, gritted his teeth, tensed his entire body and then he rocketed his hips up into her mouth. The sound of muscle against bone could be heard, but Darla never let out a whimper. Indeed, she purred like a kitten as he managed his final swelling.

Then he came, hard, slamming, thundering into her throat. He could feel her tongue lapping inside her mouth, working at pumping the jism down her throat. She was hooked so tightly to his organ that not a drop escaped to the bed nor to his own flanks. She slurped and gulped like an expert and, in the midst of his ecstasy, Jim wondered how long she'd been at this sort of thing.

He expended himself again and again until at last he began to wear down. She continued to suck on him, not letting the cock loose so long as it had any size left. She lapped the tip, ripped into the little slit, and swallowed every drop. When, at last, he softened and she released him, his prick was cleaner than when it had gone into her mouth.

Jim lay back, gasping, sweating, drained of all of his fighting strength. He gasped for several minutes while the others commented over his inert form. He was conscious of their getting up and coming around to his side of the bed. All of them, stripping off their clothing as they came. Even Joyce, who now seemed to be one of the leaders, was shedding everything and giggling with Ken over some private little joke.

"Look at that man."

"I never saw such a prick."

"Oh, it's been bigger than that." That was Joyce who couldn't resist bragging about other times, other places.

"But such strength."

"How many times do you suppose he's gone off today? Maybe five or six?"

Jim smiled to himself. No, not quite that many, but if they want to think so....

"He really loved it, Darla. Daddy will be proud of you." That was Ken.

"Yes. If he has any sex hang-ups, you couldn't prove it by me. He seemed to love every lick and, believe me, I loved doing the licking. I think that's part of it, don't you? Each partner has to be really sincere."

Ken laughed shortly. "For sincere, read it horny. Each one has got to be in the mood. Naturally, somebody with real skill can get his partner in the mood almost any time." He laughed again. "Joyce, do you think you and your old man have got it made?"

Joyce laughed. "No doubt about it. I can't wait to get him alone."

"Not just yet. Maybe when the weekend is over. You weren't brought here to be off by yourselves. But we're glad you want it that way because that means you're over the top. You're truly cured."

Jim at last opened his eyes and smiled up into the three faces that were over him. "I hear a lot of noise but I don't see any action."

"Would you listen to that guy?" Ken stammered, amazement on his face. "He can't get enough."

"Correct," Jim muttered and he flicked his eyes over the naked bodies. He wanted Joyce's the most, but he was going to save the best until last. So he reached for Darla, pulling her down on him, full length.

She came willingly, giggling over her shoulder at the others, who stood by smiling fondly, as though watching her go off to Sunday school for the first time. Jim pulled her down against his body, which was already drying off.

She was a big girl and he loved the settling of her weight on him. She crept into every hollow of his body as they touched, foreheads to toes. Her breasts fit snugly against his chest like a couple of firm apples. Her hips smacked into his and her cunt hairs tickled his crotch. Her belly and his were flattened as one. Their knees knocked together and their toes dug into one another.

As they wiggled Joyce leaned over them, her breasts dangling like grapefruit from an overloaded tree. As Jim watched Ken got behind her and he saw Ken's arms come under Joyce's, around her ribs and up to clamp two hands on her breasts. She loved it, her eyes rolling up briefly. But then she got back to her primary mission.

She was reaching for Darla's prone body, grabbing the young girl by the buttocks cheeks and kneading the firm and yet yielding flesh as though it were bread dough. Darla turned her head to look back. "Kenny...." she began to protest, until she saw who it was. "Golly, Mrs. Babcockl How groovy. I like it when another girl puts her hands on me. You should see what fun we have at school in the gym locker room when...."

"Kindly keep still, Darla," Joyce ordered. She was in command, her face strong. Jim was stunned. He'd never dreamed that Joyce would actually go after another woman. But he supposed it was all right. It was part of the rounding out of her sexual education.

Joyce worked on, shifting from the saucy buttocks down to the back of Darla's thighs. Then she was working inside the thighs, spreading the young girl's legs until Darla was panting all over again.

Joyce had her face down and she was kissing Darla's ass. Then she was kissing the backs of those thighs. She spread the legs wider so she could get her face between them. Jim could hear the kissing sounds as his wife's face vanished and slid up to nurse its way into Darla's cunt hairs.

Darla was looking straight down into Jim's face as they continued to balance themselves belly to belly. She was grinning like a TV quiz contest winner. "Mr. Babcock, Mrs. Babcock is simply fabulous. You wouldn't believe what she's doing to me. I never dreamed she could be so kind, so generous."

Jim smiled. "She's a wonderful woman, all right. I'm going to find out how wonderful for myself or die trying. What's she up to now?"

"Lordy, I think ... yes, oh, my God ... I" Darla was almost swooning and he kissed her several times to help keep the child from passing out. She opened her eyes and grinned tightly down into his face again. Then she was biting his nose, apparently increasing the bite pressure with each telling thrust from Joyce.

Then she went over the edge, jerking her young body against Jim, wiggling so much that he got a hard-on all over again. She was coming, squirming, her toenails digging into his ankles as she hung on. Her fingernails ripped the flesh behind his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her waist and balanced her while she roared over the cliff of passion and then gradually wound down.

Jim closed his eyes, contented, for he'd made it again, too. Not much, but enough to convince himself that he-and sex-were indeed super.