Chapter 10
Priss gulped and looked around the quiet, sandy, lakeside area. There were plenty of trees, but she wondered if it was as private as it looked.
"You sure it's safe here?" she asked, uncomfortably.
Bill grinned at her while he unbuckled his pants and zipped down his fly. "Safe as your grandmaw's cookie jar, honey. This is a dead-end road. And even if somebody started down it, they'd back up if they saw my car. That's the rule out here, and everybody seems to respect it."
"But can't somebody see us from across the lake?"
"Maybe with a good pair of binoculars and a tendency to get their kicks watching folks fuck. But I wouldn't worry about it. We're pretty well hidden by the trees. Say, what is this, anyway? I thought you were the one with sopping-hot panties?"
She smiled back raggedly. "I guess I am."
"Well, get a move on, then. I'm horny as hell. Besides, I wanta see if those jugs of yours are really as big as they look. Most of the high school gals I've fucked have had juicy ones, but nothing near the size of those boobs of yours."
"You've... uh... had other high school girls?"
Bill had his pants down and was taking them off, standing on one leg in the bright sunlight. Priss could see the big bulge in his jockey shorts and the dark hair growing up out of the white cloth toward his navel.
"Hell, honey, I told you I fuck 'em when I can. Sure, I've had a lot of pussy from-where was it you said you went to school?"
She thought quickly, and remembered the name of the big high school in the heart of the city. "I go to Hamilton High."
"Yeah, good old Hamilton. You know a girl named Susie?"
"Susie who?"
"I forget her last name. But I've been fucking that hot little chick for six months now. Jesus, but she's got a slit like a volcano-comin' and comin' and comin' from the time I put it in until I pull it out!"
"She sounds like a real whore," Priss said, coldly.
He grinned at her as he hung his pants on the fender of the old car and began to unbutton his shirt and take off his tie, "Naw, she's no whore. She's a nice young gal just like you. She just digs older men. And I'm not the only one she's getting fucked by. She told me. She said she's even getting it from a couple of her teachers. She told me about this one history teacher of hers that's got a prick on him the size of a horse. Says the guy's wife is pregnant all the time so he puts it to high school girls who like big ones. Says this joker fucks four or five of her pals as regular as crapping. Boy, what a goddamn racket that bastard has. Maybe you're one of his pussy pals, huh?"
"Not me."
Bill gave her a quick, worried look. "Hey, you aren't something stupid like a virgin, are you?"
"No, but I... "
"Boy, that's some damn relief. I had a virgin last week. I'd forgotten how goddamned nervous and giggly they can be. Hell, it took me thirty minutes to work her snatch into screwing condition. I'll bet I licked that bitch's cunt and played with her tits longer than she'd ever had it before I got her juiced up hot enough to fuck. Good gash, though. Tight as Satan's pocketbook-and a vaginal grip that damn near squeezed my balls off."
And this, Priss thought, was the sly and shy young husband that Joan was so proud of! Jesus, he sounded like the idea man in a Mexican cathouse!
He was over by her now, helping her out of her bra and panties. He was stripped down to his shorts, and the angry bulge of his stiffened prick showed lewdly that he was ready to fuck. Her panties came hissing off her buttocks. He patted her ass with one hand while unsnapping her bra with the other. The second her big tits plopped out white and quivering in the sharp sunlight, he let out a low whistle of appreciation.
"Goddamn, Sam," he grinned, "you've got one pair of nice knockers for only a kid."
"You like me?"
For an answer, he brought both hands up and cupped his fingers over the cones of her breasts. He felt the spongy prongs of her nipples until they began to harden. He pulled on them, stroking them out and teasing them until they turned a dark amber, and throbbed wickedly.
"Want me to suck on 'em?" he husked.
"Is that what you used to do with your sisters?" she teased.
He sighed. "Shit, are you back to them again?"
"It makes me, uh, hot to hear about them. You will tell me about how you used to do anything they wanted you to, won't you?"
"Maybe. Maybe later I will. But right now I'd rather show you how I used to fuck 'em."
Priss felt a throb of raw lust trickle across the lips of her spicy cunt. There was something so deliciously evil in having sex with Joan's husband that she knew she would probably have to do it again with him. He was rubbing her pussy now with his hand, pressing the soft ringlets of blonde pubic hair hard against her pouting slit. His breathing was thick and panting. He was working his shorts off his erected cock with his left hand.
"Lemme fuck you, baby," he growled, lustily. "I'd rather fuck a teen-aged cunt like yours than win a barrel of gold!"
"Eat me a little, first."
Bill's mouth twitched into a ragged, flushed grin. "Yeah, good idea. Lemme tongue that cute snatch a little-lemme heat you up for the good fucking to come!"
They assumed the best position without even speaking, as if both of them knew exactly the best method of mouth sex. He sprawled on his back on the warm sand. She dropped to her knees over his face and shoulders, digging her kneecaps deep into the sand on either side of his ears. In that pussy-eating position, all she could see of his face was his eyes and part of his nose. He had already started running his tongue up into the crease of her cunt. She reached both hands back under her buttocks and used her fingertips to spread the folds of her twat wide open. She heard a muffled groan of pleasure from him as he guzzled his mouth and jaws deep into the sultry valley of her slit. She gasped as his tongue explored the inner walls of her pussy, licking and lapping like the tongue of a Saint Bernard.
While he greedily ate her, Priss leaned her head back and looked up at the blue sky. She watched little clouds drift by, forming odd little shapes. At times, when the pleasure of having his tongue doing wild and wicked things so high up in the tunnel of her cunt began to make her hover at the brink of an orgasm, she would shut her eyes and open her mouth in a ragged grin. The sound of his lustily smacking tongue tingled on her eardrums like erotic music. Finally she began to hunch lower over his face, smearing her pussy over his wide-open mouth like a giant, dripping doughnut.
"Eat it!" she moaned, gently fucking Bill's face while his rigid tongue worked between the lips of her cunt like a maddened lizard. "Suck me. Suck! Meeee!"
She was spasming into his throat, letting her liquids flow and slop against his chin and nose. She shoved her ass crudely against his Adam's apple while his tongue speared her cunt to its root.
"Aaahhh," she purred, going limp while he continued to help himself to her meaty hole. She leaned back and dug the palms of her hands into the sand while he stubbornly licked the swollen, wet lips of her pussy until he was as satisfied as she was. Then he pushed her over into the blanket of softness and crawled between her legs with a grunt.
"I wanta fuck that hot thing, baby," he growled, working the stiffened head of his long cock up into her cunt. And all she could do was moan and nod, opening her legs as wide as a wishbone to let him fuck her.
His rod found little to stop it as he thrust his buttocks boldly up and down, driving his prick halfway into her slippery twat with no effort at all. But there his prick was so engorged and throbbing that it was necessary for him to stop.
"No," she purred, reaching both her hands up and digging her fingernails into his biceps, "don't stop now! I want it all, all of it!"
Bill was poised and grinning above her. The sun had made both their bodies as oily and hot as sunbathers. Priss could smell the sensual made odor of him, the pungent aroma of a stud in heat. But the sexy stink of his body didn't offend her-if anything, it made her as horny as a wild mare.
"Beg me for it," he whispered, running his tongue out and licking her lips. "Say you want me to fuck you with it! Say it, you salty little bitch! Beg for my goddamn prick!"
She could feel it lodged only halfway up her hot pussy. She longed to have it the rest of the way, to see if the head of his cock could kiss the mouth of I her cunt. She wanted his balls hugging her asshole. But above all, she wanted him to fuck her in the hot sand until she was coming again, and making him come too.
"Yes, yes!" she husked, her voice as hoarse as gravel. "I'm begging you for it! I'm begging you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
It was more than his overheated male ego could stand. With a deep growl of lust he raised his sweaty butt in the air and slammed his prick home. The flaps of her deliciously tortured pussy rolled back to take him. Her legs flew open and clamped down over his naked calves. Then it began-the most savage fucking she had ever endured. And she didn't give a damn that they were doing this in broad daylight. She knew that even if she opened her eyes and saw a circle of people staring and grinning at them, she wouldn't have stopped, she wouldn't have let him stop.
He was slamming his prick in and out of her foaming pussy with such power and animal force that her buttocks were digging deep trenches in the I sand. She pumped her cunt up to meet his thrusts. She wallowed and twisted in the ecstasy of such an animal screwing. With her mouth open and sobbing she found his neck and sucked the sweaty flesh. She smelled and licked at his skin, feeling continuous throbs of lusty joy go through her loins.
It was over much too quickly. But fucking like they were, it was hard to hold back the explosions of prick and pussy for long. Bill signaled his own shameless orgasm by pumping his cock deeper and faster until his balls were slapping against the sand below her ass. Priss took his cue and used her vaginal muscles to nip and clasp the root of his glorious cock until she was literally milking the sperm out of his balls.
"C... C... Coming!" he gasped.
The power of his hard-on seemed to grow to its final height as his balls knotted toward eruption. It was as if his cock knew it was buried to the hilt in the debauched cunt of a seventeen-year-old beauty, and that maddened it into a column of stiff lust for its final plunge. Priss luxuriated in the way his raging prick bloated out against the clinging walls of her pussy, the gorged head bumping her cervix, the bristles of his pubic hair scratching against her tummy. To reward his tireless efforts, she came wildly only a second before he did. Bill's cock bolted out cum into her in such strong and endless spurts that it oozed out of the lips of her sucking cunt like gravy.
When it was over, they lay panting like animals in each other's arms. It was only when he began to feel heavy and uncomfortable against her smaller body, that he pushed up on his elbows and grinned down at her.
"Last one in the lake is a fucker," he whispered.
He eased his tall, muscular body off of her. His half-swollen prick came sliding out from between the slack, pink lips of her ravaged cunt with a little sucking noise. The folds of her lathered slit pulled upward as if to hold the head of his retreating cock in place.
Standing above her so that his body cast a shadow across her nude and flushed tits, he clapped his hands together like a drill sergeant.
"C'mon, doll! Into the water. We'll cool ourselves off. Then I'm gonna show you what real fucking is like!"
Priss watched him trot off down to the lake, his firm and naked buttocks bouncing behind while his wet prick swung in front. She followed him more slowly because her whole body was still tingling from such heavenly exercises as the ones they had just performed. Lordy, help, she thought wickedly, can you imagine sleeping with that sex machine every night-and that damned Joan puts on such a sedate act! God, if I had a stud like that in my stable, I'd send Greg off to boy's camp!
After they had enjoyed a good romp in the lake, they came slogging back up to the car and sat nude in the front seat while they had a cigarette. Priss had never enjoyed anything so much in her life, she decided. And she didn't feel the least ashamed of acting like a damned nudist with Bill. There was something so animal and natural about him that she thought she wouldn't mind walking naked down a busy street with him.
"You certainly are casual about not wearing clothes," she grinned, finally.
"Yeah, and now we're back to my sisters. I promised to tell you about that."
She felt a little worm of erotic interest twisting just inside the hair-lined folds of her cunt. She did want to hear about him and those sisters of his, if for no other reason than to see the look on Joan's face when she repeated it.
"You said you were fourteen at the time," she grinned, "so go ahead from there."
He smiled back at her and sighed. "Yep, fourteen years old and a virgin. That was me. I guess I might have stayed that way for a couple more years if it hadn't been for Cindy. She was the oldest one, all of a mere eighteen and off at college. But the weekend she came home was the weekend I'll never forget."
"She seduced you?"
"More or less, not that I didn't help things along. You see, I might have been a technical virgin, but I sure as hell knew the birds and bees liked fucking!"
"Get to the good part!"
"Well, there I was sleeping in my own little bedroom that night when Cindy came sneaking into my room. She had had a couple of beers, as it turned out. I also found out later that she had had a pretty rough time in her college dorm because the dumb cunt had admitted she was a virgin. The gals had laughed her out of college, practically. So I guess old Cindy decided it was high time she learned something about what guys had between their legs. And I was the safest bet she could think of."
"Lucky you, eh?" Priss purred.
"Damn right. I had a hard-on before she came into the room because I'd been jacking off. I always did every night in order to get to sleep. So in she comes with me ass-naked in the middle of the bed and my prick sticking up in the air like a signal tower."
Priss let her eyes flutter down to the husky, long cock laying across his leg. "Were you... uh... pretty well-hung at that age?"
"Same size as now. Only I could get it so slit-splitting hard at fourteen that a hurricane couldn't have blown it over."
"So back to Cindy. What did she do?"
"She tiptoed around the bed for about twenty minutes, too damned scared to touch me, or anything. So I just lay there with these big phony snores coming out of my mouth, hoping for the best. And sure enough, Cindy finally crept over and touched my prick. She just played with her fingertips at first you know, feeling the size of the head, feeling how strong and thick and stiff it was, feeling it up and down to measure the length of it. And I guess she liked what she was feeling. I could hear her breathing hard in the darkness. She was breathing the way all young girls do when they're getting hot and bothered, when they're beginning to want a fuck real bad."
"And... and did you fuck her that night?"
"Naw. But I did the next day. Shit, I figured that if she had played with my cock she was game for anything. So when the folks were out of the house I just came right out and asked her if she wanted to screw with me. She acted shocked and excited. So I told her about being awake while she played with my prick. That really floored her. But when I unzipped my pants and brought that beast out again, hard as iron, she gave in like the whore she wanted to be."
"And you made her?" Priss managed, weakly.
He grinned. "Made is a tame word for what we did. Honey, if there's a special hell reserved for brothers and sisters who like to fuck each other, old Cindy and me will have a front row seat! Christ, I fucked her cunt that whole afternoon. We lost our virginity about six times apiece, as I recall. I've never had tighter, hotter pussy in my life!"
"And what about your other sisters?"
"Women talk, especially sisters. Before the week was over I had Marge and Betty pulling down their panties for me. This was after Cindy had gone back to college to find herself some fraternity fucking. But I didn't care, because Marge and Betty were hot enough to keep me busy. Know what those two slit-tailed little minks used to do to me? They liked to get me worked up like a grunting bull. So while one of them sucked and licked my balls the other one offered me her pussy to eat. Man, that did it every time! Eating a little cunt always makes me good for fucking anything with hair around it!"
"What about your fourth sister?"
"Lorrie? She was the hardest to get, but I got her. I guess I ought to be ashamed of myself in a way for fucking her so young, though."
"Want to tell me why?"
"Yeah, I guess."
Before continuing, Bill dragged up his pants from the fender of the car and pulled out the tickler he had shown her earlier. His cock had assumed a solid stiffness during the recounting of his incestuous experience. Now he fitted the rubbery monster over the head of his cock until his tool looked something like a wooden indian wearing a headdress.
"I sent off for a tickler so I could satisfy Marge and Betty for a couple of hours at a time. When it tame I couldn't resist trying it out first on Lorrie."
Priss gulped. "You mean you fucked your fifteen-year-old sister with that thing on your... "
"Uh-huh. Took her to an old barn out in the country and turned her every way but loose. I broke her in good, too. Christ, after that I couldn't take a piss without Lorrie coming into the john and grabbing my prick. She wanted to fuck all the time!"
"And you regretted that?"
"Hell, no. But I did feel kind of bad when Lorrie started taking on the whole high school. One time I discovered my trusty old tickler was missing. I found out later that Lorrie had let the whole ROTC squad pump her pussy with that cock-tickler."
Priss fought down a slack grin. "And so you made a whore out of your baby sister, you naughty thing!"
He grinned. "Yeah... naughty but nice. You want to see how nice?"
Iron bars couldn't have stopped her.
"You mean you want to ball me with that crazy tickler stuck on the end of your prick?" she breathed, softly.
"That's right, doll."
Priss grinned. "Does your wife let you do that to her?"
"Naw, but who gives a fuck about her! C'mon, honey, lemme tickle your innards!"
She felt a wave of lust sweep over her as she reached out and touched his stiffened penis with her hand.
"That's a hard proposition to turn down," she cracked, huskily.
"It'll get harder," Bill grinned.
And he spent the next hour proving it to her.