A Loving Family (Hetero sex&incest)


Chapter 1

Jean Stevenson sat sipping champagne in the lounge aboard the luxurious
private Lear jet that was speeding her over the ocean towards home.
Home after three long years in South America, three years of separation
from her son... three years away from all that was safe and familiar...
three years that had changed the course of her life.

Jean's thoughts were interrupted by the approach of her new husband who
had moved from behind to kiss her openly on the mouth. She was
surprised, slightly embarrassed, but pleased by Tom's open display of
affection. It was a part of his nature that she still wasn't quite used
to, this unashamed, uninhibited approach to the more intimate aspects
of marriage. Still, it was only consistent with the radical difference
between Tom and Dan, his brother and her first husband, who had been so
cruelly taken from her only five months ago.

Jean had been completely devastated by her husband's sudden tragic
death. In retrospect, it seemed almost predetermined that Tom should be
there by her side when she received the horrible news. Dan had been
piloting the company plane through the narrow pass at La Paz, Bolivia
when a sudden control failure caused the fatal crash into the side of
the mountain. Tom had taken care of everything, saving her from total
disaster, and Jean was glad to be able to leave it all in his capable
hands.

Although brothers, Tom and Dan Stevenson were at opposite ends of the
spectrum of human nature, both physically and mentally, yet
complimenting each other in every way. Dan had been the quiet,
introspective type, while Tom was the outgoing extrovert. They were a
natural team and as business partners worked together well enough to
build a phenomenally successful copper import business in Bolivia in
the space of three years. Dan had done most of the groundwork and
operated behind the scenes, while Tom had secured the financial backing
and handled sales.

The trip back to America in the private company plane was really
something, she thought. And to think that when Tom, her new husband,
had first proposed the idea of flying back home in the luxury of a
private jet, she had been reluctant. The idea frightened her, after the
terrible crash in which her husband was killed, but Tom had convinced
her that she had to face up to the fact that what had happened was in
the past and must be forgotten. He had been right. She felt warm and
secure now, and blissfully happy with Tom by her side.

The dark-haired mother was anxious to see her son. After three years,
she felt as though she could hardly wait another moment for the long
awaited reunion. She was ready now, after the turmoil and confusion of
the last few months, to face him, to be with him and to begin their
whole new life.

What a glorious ending to what could have been a sorry tale, she
reflected, as she rather shyly returned her husband's kiss. There were
only two other passengers aboard the private jet, an older couple, plus
the crew, but Jean was not used to revealing her arousal to others.
Still, she admitted with an inward smile, she had been in a constant
state of arousal almost since the first time she and Tom had made love!

It was as though a whole new world, a world of sensuality, had been
opened to her. In spite of her mild state of embarrassment, Jean felt
herself getting turned on. "Tom! Please!" she said in a loud whisper, 
although the feel of his hand slipping beneath her tight fitting
sweater secretly pleased her.

"Why not!" he said loudly. "We're married and I love you. I can feel
your tits if I want to!" The couple sitting behind them looked up from
their game of gin rummy to smile knowingly. Tom grinned wickedly when
he saw that Jean was blushing, and to show off slid his hand up and let
it rest on the full mound of her breast.

"You silly... she gasped, giggling. "Must you advertise the fact that
we're newly-weds! Mr. and Mrs. Lawson can see!"

"Let 'em look... do you think they've never seen two people in love
before?" He slid his other hand under her sweater, chuckling as she
vainly tried to remove it.

Jean saw the smiles of the Lawsons before they quickly resumed their
game, and she had to laugh in spite of her vague embarrassment. Tom was
so like a little boy at times... so lighthearted and easy going. It was
hard to believe that he and her first husband, Dan, had been brothers.
Dan had always been kind and loving, a good husband, but the monotony
of their sex life had never dawned on Jean until she had married Tom.
Dan had been such a Puritan about it, doing it only in the dark, and
then only infrequently. But Tom made sex an adventure, a new thrill
each time, and a deep expression of his love. He was her perfect lover,
and he had brought new sexual life to her being. Now she enjoyed it,
where before it had been just a ritual -- a duty.

Jean looked lovingly at her handsome, forty-year-old husband.

Tom had been widowed himself for ten years and Jean had been like a
mother to his daughter Linda since the child was five years old. In
fact, Linda and Jean's own thirteen-year-old son, Paul, had always been
more like brother and sister than cousins. It had been a painful
separation for everyone when Tom and Dan had started the copper import
business, but it was imperative that they be in South America in order
to establish a firm foundation of a business that would assure them
financial stability for the rest of their lives. Tom had agreed with
Dan and Jean that the children should be educated in the United States,
and both the children, Paul and Linda, had elected to stay with their
grandparents, rather than boarding at school.

Jean had always felt comfortable with Tom, and more important she
respected and cared for him deeply. Yet, during the years she spent
with him before Dan's death, she hadn't looked upon him as a romantic
interest. He was a good, strong, smart, reliable friend, and it had
come as a complete surprise when Tom had suddenly proposed marriage to
her only a few months following her husband's death. It was too soon,
she told herself. The children should know, be in on such an important
decision as this was. But... here she was, happier than she had ever
been in her life, married to her former brother-in-law.

Tom Stevenson had always been a little in love with Jean, ever since
his brother Dan had brought her home from college so many years ago.
Tom had, since that first meeting with Jean, an incurable desire to
strip that fine, ripe body of hers naked -- to kiss her full,
passionately trembling mouth and breasts... and her sensuously curved
hips and flat stomach... and the warmly perfumed layers of her cunt up
between those long, lusciously tapered legs. He had never done anything
about that desire because of his brother -- he wasn't that much of a
bastard, he always told himself; but after Dan's death he had been
there when she needed him and they fell in love.

Jean was still as strikingly beautiful at thirty-five as she was at
eighteen. The years had been more kind to her firm, full body and her
uptilted breasts and shapely legs were as exciting as ever.

Tom suddenly removed his hands from beneath his wife's sweater and got
up from the wide, comfortable lounge chair to move towards the center
of the small cabin. With a devilish grin he unlatched the sliding
partition that separated the cabin into two staterooms, and begging the
Lawson's pardon, closed off the front section.

"There!" he announced to his stunned bride, closing the latch on the
sliding door winking lewdly.

Before Jean fully realized what was happening, he had lowered the back
of the seat, converting the lounge chair into a narrow bed. "Tom! What
in the world are you doing?" she asked in wide-eyed surprise.

"I'm getting ready so you and I can fuck in the sky 37,000 feet over
the Atlantic ocean." He replied, lifting her gently from the seat to
press her voluptuous body next to his and kiss her passionately, his
tongue exploring the inner softness of her mouth. His rigid cock
pressed into the softness of her pubic mound as he kissed her while his
hands continued to caress and delight her heated youthful body. A few
months ago, Jean would have shrunk from such brazen sexuality, but now
she surrendered completely, inviting more. However, she was still not
able to experience all this without blushing. She had seemed almost
virginal to him on their wedding night, but the beautiful, mature woman
who was hungrily returning his kiss was now the full embodiment of a
ripe, eager and capable sex partner.

"Come on, honey. Let's get our clothes off and fuck while the mood is
hot inside us!" Tom suggested lewdly. In spite of herself, his crude
language aroused her mightily. The dark, handsome man was determined
that his new wife should get over her prim, puritanical way of
thinking. He'd made a good beginning, and was going to go all the way.
He wanted her to be proud of her beautiful body and of her ability to
drive him out of his mind when she forgot her inhibitions.

Jean quickly slipped out of her skirt and pulled her sweater over her
head while Tom took off his shirt and trousers. She hesitated then,
standing in the middle of the small jet as it shot through the sky,
clad only in white lace panties and bra. It was as if she had suddenly
become aware of her surroundings and had become disoriented and
frightened. Looking directly into her deep brown eyes, Tom reached his
arms around her to deftly unfasten her bra and slip it smoothly off her
shoulders. Then, his strong hands slid down over the lush swell of her
hips to roll the tiny panties to her slender ankles. "Nothing is dirty
or wrong between two people that are in love, Jean... never forget
that." He said, pulling her nakedness to him once again.

He began to massage her full, round breasts and as he tweaked her
sensitive nipples between his thumbs and fingers she began to squirm
with anticipation. Tom seemed to know every tiny area on her body that
caused her pussy to tingle and her whole body to attune to his. Her
breast tips began to tauten, and she moved closer to him without
realizing it. She wanted to feel the touch of his warm, exciting body
against her, and in a few moments she wanted to feel his long, hard
cock buried deep up inside her cunt, driving away all thoughts of
anything but the love she felt for him every moment, day and night!

Her whole body was tense as she waited his next move. The sable-haired
beauty wanted to reach out and caress her new husband's enormous cock,
but even though she knew he would love it, she simply couldn't bring
herself to be that bold.

Tom bent down to kiss one of her tingling nipples, licking and sucking
the flesh that surrounded it, while Jean trembled with the touch of his
hot mouth, moving even closer so that he could take more of her
throbbing flesh into his mouth. As he began to nibble gently on her
nipple, she moaned softly and held his face in her hands, wishing he
would never stop, wanting it to go on forever.

Tom moved his mouth to her other breast and gave it the same exciting
action, and Jean's hand went automatically to the deserted breast to
massage it gently. She felt her husband's other hand go down to her
thighs and begin to slide up and down the soft flesh, bringing chills
to her inner cunt walls and increasing her desire more than ever. He
used both hands to pull her close to him, spreading the cheeks of her
buttocks as he did so and she felt a surge of embarrassment as she felt
the cool air waft softly against her nakedly exposed rectal mouth.

Yet her whole body was quivering under Tom's touch and her eager pussy
was becoming moist and warm. It was wonderful, she felt weak with joy,
and she wanted more than anything to have his cock fucking deep up
inside her. Suddenly, she felt his fingertip brush her anus, and for an
instant, she wished he would slip it up inside! She was amazed at the
lascivious thoughts that were flashing through her mind. He had changed
her! She was a new woman!

Tom ran his hands over her buttocks, cupping their roundness, sliding
his hands down her firm white thighs, then back to the soft flesh of
her inner thighs. Finally, he cupped her hotly steaming pussy curls
with one hand, and she felt his extended middle finger sliding up
through them, searching for the small sensitive little tit of flesh
that he could excite so thoroughly with a mere touch.

Pushing first with one hand, then the other, he coaxed her to spread
her legs wider so his outstretched finger could tease up deeper. He put
another finger in and began to hotly massage at the soft, wet, flesh to
either side of her clitoris, and Jean began to moan, her body swaying
to his finger fucking of her openly spread cunt. He knew every bit of
her intimately, she thought, and he gave her new thrills each time he
fucked her.

"Oh Tom...!" she gasped as his fingers found her clitoris, and massaged
it eagerly. He continued to suck and nibble at one breast, and Jean
began to feel dizzy with desire. Her knees seemed to be buckling and
her husband sensed that she was ripe for the full treatment. As he
eased her down onto the lounge chair that he had converted into a bed,
Tom gloated over the incredibly lovely curves and hollows of her body
and congratulated himself for having made her his wife.

Jean was trembling with anticipation, in spite of her efforts to appear
relaxed, especially when she saw his rigidly throbbing cock so close to
her face. The thought crossed her mind that one day, she would take it
in her mouth and suck it... taste it... even feel its hot juices
spewing into her mouth. She flushed at the lewd thought, while Tom
climbed onto the narrow bed with her, his eyes bright with lust as he
looked at her naked loveliness. He moved close so she could feel his
throbbing cock pressing close into her flesh, and he felt his wife
stiffen in desire. He knew that she was excited by the sight of his
naked cock, yet she had not lost enough of her repression to admit it.
Her body and her eyes told the full story, and the lust-crazed man was
eager for the day when she would be completely free of her sexual
repression.

This was only the second time she had seen his cock in the full light
of day and she felt her heart pounding with the masochistic desire to
have him fucking it up into her openly spread pussy so hard and deep
that it would hurt. Tom's cock was so much bigger and more exciting
than his brother, Dan's, was for her. She had only seen two penises
before in her life... Dan's and her son Paul's... when he was a baby.
She felt depraved, yet she couldn't resist the fascination of her new
husband's out-sized cock!

The slit at the end of the swollen head was dilated now, and as her
eyes stared intently, she saw the softly swaying twin sacs of his
testicles. She felt consumed with the insane desire to have him buried
up so far inside her that even his balls would be encased up inside her
hungrily devouring cunt! Someday... later, much later, she would ask
her exciting new husband to try it...

She had been so deep in her fantasy that she jumped when Tom knelt down
beside her.

"I thought you were all ready for me to fuck you!" her husband said
harshly, staring hard into her eyes. He wanted her to get used to the
sound of the lewd words involved with the act of love because they
excited him. "Are you, Jean? Are you ready for me to fuck you?" he
persisted.

Jean nodded, not meeting his eyes.

"Then tell me!" Tom ordered.

"Yes," she faltered. "I am!"

"Then say it! Say you want me to fuck you!"

"I want... I want you to fuck me!" she blurted out, embarrassed by the
sound of her own voice, yet knowing that it was true... she did want
him to fuck so why not say it in the lewdest and most exciting way
possible! Tom was already moving over between her sensuously spread
thighs before she had even finished her sentence.

Then, he reached down and took her legs, sliding his hands down to her
ankles, moving them upward gently and placing them over his shoulders.
Jean gasped, feeling that her whole vagina must be gaping shamefully up
at his eyes. She felt obscenely wicked and for some strange reason she
wanted her husband to think of her as he was lewdly staring down at her
tight, hair covered cunt, deliciously spread for him in the bright
sunlight of the aircraft window.

Holding her legs in place, he bent and kissed the soft flesh of her
belly, running his tongue into the dent of her navel, bringing shivers
to every part of her body. He moved downward, releasing his hold on her
legs, and she could feel his hot breath on her trembling pussy lips as
he gasped in eagerness. He licked furiously at the soft inner flesh of
her thighs, then all around her openly spread loins, his tongue teasing
her coral-hued cunt-lips as they spread so invitingly before him.

Jean lay still, her mind a mass of conflicting sensations. She was
repulsed at her own lewdness, but her body thrilled at Tom's
lovemaking. She tried to think of what he had said about nothing being
wrong between two people in love, and God knew she loved him, but she
could not help feeling vile... and at the same time wonderful! At last
the conflict was pushed aside as she became totally overpowered by the
hot, licking pleasure her husband was giving her. As his darting tongue
contacted her convulsing clitoris, a jolt of electric pleasure danced
wildly through her body.

The lust-driven man moved his hands down under her nakedly curved
buttocks, bringing her groin ever closer to his face, then he drove his
tongue deep up into her cunt and licked hungrily along the steaming
furrow until he brushed her clitoris. Feeling the tiny bud moving
elusively about, he tried to trap it, nipping it over and over with his
teeth. At each nibble, Jean arched her body and gasped, feeling jolts
of passion streaking throughout her entire body. Tom let the hard
little nub of flesh slip out from between his teeth after he had drawn
a huge mouthful of the soft, wet cuntal flesh deep up into his sucking
mouth.

The sable-haired wife moaned aloud with the ecstasy that was part pain.
She had never felt more intense pleasure before, and yet her mind was
battling her long held beliefs about the wrongness of this kind of sex.
A man's mouth on her cunt! His teeth nipping at her clitoris! It had to
be sinful!

She almost shouted the questions aloud as they hammered at her brain.
What's happening to me? How could I, almost a prude, have possibly
fallen in love with a man of such wickedly exciting inclinations?

She tried to remember some similar thrill from her first husband, but
she couldn't. Her only identification with Dan was through having borne
his son. This lusty man, Dan's own brother, was infinitely more
sexually exciting.

Tom could feel the pressure building in his loins, and although he
enjoyed thrilling her this way, he knew he had to fuck her soon. He'd
never had her in this helpless position before, and he wanted to fuck
her like she'd never been fucked before. He had his tongue over the
softly pulsing flesh of her pussy-lips, and passion swept over him in
waves. He tried desperately to shove his tongue to the very bottom of
her now hungrily clutching cunt, but he couldn't. Only his cock would 
go in that far, and it had to be soon.

Jean had given up trying to fathom her feelings... it was too
overwhelming... too wonderful, what Tom was doing to her cunt! She
didn't even realize that she was trying to spread her legs wider to
allow more of his tongue inside her, and as her husband took advantage
of the opportunity, plunging the full length of its wetness deep inside
her vagina, Jean almost fainted with joy. Her head rolled from side to
side, as if she would shake out the last traces of guilt and
embarrassment, and her voice became a weak groan.

The handsome forty-year-old husband suddenly raised his head and looked
at the sensuously pulsating cunt he had been sucking and devouring, and
he moved so that his hard cock was only a few inches from her hotly
throbbing pussy lips. He could hardly resist the urge to ram it full
length up into her cunt, until it went all the way up into her
quivering belly, making sure that her warm, damp cunt flesh engulfed
every last inch of his turgid cock! He looked at Jean's face and saw
sudden fear in her brown eyes, and his love came flooding out,
momentarily quelling his animalistic desires. Later, with patience and
time, he knew she would be able to accommodate any sexual act he chose
to perform on that voluptuously formed body of hers.

"Take my cock and guide it up into your cunt, Jean," he said softly.
The passion-driven brunette heard her husband, but she froze with
guilt. At her age, she mentally scolded herself, but still she could
not bring herself to touch her husband's penis. Yet when Tom repeated
his order, her hand slipped down fearfully and she grasped the thick,
hard shaft of his cock and slowly guided the swollen head of it to the
lips of her welcoming cunt. She could feel the blood pulsing through
the lust-swollen shaft, and she flushed deeply.

"Put it in!" her husband commanded. Trembling with anticipation, she
spread the lips of her pussy with one hand and let the huge rod of
flesh slide in. She felt as if she were detached from herself, standing
aside and looking from a distance at this lewd scene, yet her pussy was
burning to engulf his wonderful cock. She thought she would scream with
agony if Tom didn't fuck her soon and put out the furious fires of
passion burning almost out of control in her belly now.

The dark-haired beauty sighed loudly as the first few inches of his
blood-engorged cock fucked into her, then Tom took over, pressing
forward with his hips, driving his rigid cock against the restraining
flesh of her inner cunt until it surrendered to his onslaught, and his
cock rammed inside her up to the hilt, lubricated by the hotly flowing
juices that were lining her cunt. He levered her legs upward again, so
that her ankles rested high up on his shoulders. He was partially on
his knees and he looked down at the erotically stimulating sight of his
cock buried inside his wife's cunt, his dark eyes shining with lust.

Jean removed her hands from between her legs, and Tom slid his knees
beneath her buttocks, arching his back mightily as he pulled her groin
close to his, allowing his monstrous cock to penetrate deep enough to
touch the very bottom of her belly up inside. He had never before
enjoyed fucking a woman's cunt as he was enjoying Jean's, and he knew
that with time it could only become better!

Jean craned her neck to see what was happening, almost as excited by
what she saw as what she felt. She lay back, moaning, "Oooohhh... Tom,
darling... you're so good!" She wanted to say more, to tell him to ram
his cock harder and harder into her hungrily yearning cunt, but she
couldn't. She was, still unable to rid herself of the sense of
detachment, as though this shameless wanton was someone else and the
real Jean Stevenson was standing off to the side, watching the whole
lurid scene!

Now Tom began to fuck his rock-hard cock into her with all his
strength, stretching her tight pussy walls unmercifully, savoring the
pleasant friction they provided for his cock. His thrust was so violent
that their pelvic areas crashed together, and she groaned in pain. But
his cock went deeper, slamming into the depths of her vagina, digging
hard up into her cervix.

Jean was almost delirious with pleasure and pain. She had never had a
cock fucking so deep up inside her before, and it was heaven, but so
different from the way his brother had fucked her! Her buttocks jerked
away slightly in an attempt to keep him from fucking her so deep, but
her husband's fingernails bit into her flesh, and he held her firm,
pistoning his cock into her rapidly now. Jean tried to tighten her cunt
muscles to slow him down slightly but it was futile. It felt too
delightful when he speared it into her, and the more she fought and
resisted, the harder her husband fucked it to her hotly burning cunt.
The spongy head of his cock seemed to slip all the way up into her
belly as Tom gasped with the effort of fucking his massive cock up into
her openly spread cuntal sheath, and he was mouthing obscene words that
her mind wanted to reject, but couldn't.

"Baby... you were made for fucking," he gasped. "You've got the
sweetest cunt in the world... just perfect for my nice big cock...
there's never been a better fuck..."

The pain had gone now, and only the electric shocks of pleasure swept
over the helplessly impaled woman's body. She closed her eyes and
concentrated her full attention to the marvelous thrills of his deeply
skewering cock. No longer did she feel dirty or sinful, no longer did
she feel the guilt or the pain. There was nothing but the wonderful
freedom and she felt gloriously happy as her husband's cock seemed to
fill her entire being with wild, wanton, sexual pleasure.

Tom gazed into her lovely face and saw a great change come over it. She
was the embodiment of pure sexual lust, as though she had been waiting
a lifetime for this one grand fuck. As his rampant cock plunged
rhythmically up into her cunt, his sperm-swollen balls slapped noisily
against her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks.

At last Jean had the satisfaction of having her cunt filled to
overflowing with a man's cock. She seemed to be completely controlled
by every movement of his heavily hammering hardness, and she was no
longer embarrassed or ashamed. Tom was right... such bliss between
married lovers couldn't be wrong! She was being fucked in broad
daylight, on an airplane, with everyone aboard aware of what she was
doing... and she loved it! It was the most exciting experience of her
life! Her body was hungry for this kind of sex, had always been hungry
for it, and she could admit it calmly to herself. As though her
thoughts had transmitted an order, her legs spread even further apart,
widening further the thin, narrow slit of her cunt. She arched her
voluptuously curved hips and automatically stayed in constant rhythm
with her husband's wildly jerking penis and moans were coming from deep
in her throat, sounding like animal noises.

The lust-crazed man knew that he couldn't control his cum much longer
as he fucked his excitedly throbbing cock in and out of her wet pussy.
His eyes were riveted on her hungrily clasping cunt, and he was elated
to see that she was arching up, driving her hips upward to meet the
punishing strokes of his long, hard cock. She was coming around, as he
always knew she would, and fast becoming the most beautiful fuck he'd
ever had.

She was totally caught up in the abandoned pounding of his throbbing
cock, and she released her muscles to follow whatever course he chose.

Jean's head rolled from side to side, and she groaned in pleasure as
she felt her own orgasm building to the eruption point. Her full
breasts bobbed and heaved with her efforts, and she ran her pink tongue
over her soft dry lips, desperately trying to put herself over the rim
of the torment that wracked her body. She wanted to cum more than she'd
ever wanted anything in the world.

Without realizing that she was uttering the words, she began to chant
in a hoarse voice, "Fuck it... fuck my cunt! Oh, fuck it good, Tom
darling... fuck it... fuck it... fuck it!"

Her mind was blank. She was aware of nothing but her frantic need for
release... to feel her husband's turgid cock ravaging her cunt until
she received that blessed, tingling relief! She could envision the way
she must look, with her naked buttocks exposed so boldly, her pussy
spread wide to take all of her husband's rock hard cock, and the mental
image excited her even more. She pictured the lewdness of the scene,
and suddenly, she didn't care. She wanted to be fucked this way always!
Nothing mattered in the world but the cunt-splitting fucking she was
receiving with everyone on board knowing, full well, she was getting
it!

Her body seemed to be on fire, and all her self-control was gone. The
tempo of her body movements was automatic, guided by the thrusts of her
husband's pile driving cock. She was his to do with as he wanted to...
now and for the rest of her life!

The desire inflamed newly-wed could feel her belly trembling as the
need to cum rose rapidly, and she began to claw at his back with her
fingernails, as if she would stuff his whole body far up inside her
cunt and keep him there forever. She began to moan loudly, begging him
to fuck her... to make her cum... and Tom's face was a vision of sheer
delight. She was going to cum... the right way... fully and without
holding back. He felt a surge of masculine pride at the thought of how
quickly he had managed to bring her around to his ways of sex.

He felt his juices boiling over, and he quickened his thrusts, feeling
the hot cum spilling from his balls and flowing steadily up the
throbbing shaft of his cock. He knew by the way she moved her hips up
and down, in machine gun rapidity, rubbing her dancing clitoris against
his hotly throbbing cock that she was only a second behind him. At last
his cum shot like a shotgun blast into her hotly steaming pussy,
filling it to overflowing, and then backfiring back out again, dripping
down over her nakedly flexing anus, and as she felt it Jean began to
cry out with the excruciating delight of sexual fulfillment!

"Ooohh, lover..." she moaned, "Fuck me forever... don't stop! Don't
ever stop... more, more, more... give it to me, fuck me, fuck me...
please..." Jean's love cries mingled with her husband's over the roar
of the jet engines as she kicked her legs out, waving them wildly in
the air like a madwoman.

Tom could hardly believe his eyes! Could this be the woman his brother
had courted and married? Was this the reticent, sexually hung up woman
he had taken for his own wife? He had fucked her the night before, but
this was an entirely different woman. He rammed his now softening cock
deeper up into her still wildly cumming cunt, trying to give her the
very last drop of pleasure. His own semen was covering his testicles as
he emptied his cum into her insatiably devouring cunt walls, yet he
couldn't stop her wild movements of naked abandonment beneath him.

Finally, their emotions drained, Tom lay atop her heavily for a moment,
gasping, filled with awe. Jean's body was numb with excitement and
gratification. She hadn't dreamed that sex could do this... could fill
her very soul with pleasure and love for the man who had made it happen
to her.

As the sable-haired wife breathed heavily, her eyes closed, Tom rolled
off her, lying on his back, his cum-covered cock now limp. It had been
far more wonderful than he had expected, and his thoughts were now on
the future, when they learn more of one another's desires and needs,
and the different, erotic ways of sex. It was going to be the most
rewarding experience of his life to be the man to unleash this woman he
loved from her sexual chains.

Tom was almost startled by the sound of his wife's voice. "Would you
pour us some champagne, darling?" she calmly requested. Her voice
sounded controlled, but Tom detected a slight tremor. He appreciated
her effort, and he laid one hand on her cum-flooded pussy, squeezing it
gently. She had astonished him with her coolness, and Tom almost jumped
for the bottle on the table beside the narrow bed. He quickly poured
two glasses and handed one to his beautiful wife.

"To us darling," he toasted.

"And to our children." Jean added, sipping heavily at the bubbly wine.
A gentle smile sweetened her lips and she sighed in contentment. A wave
of love swept over her new husband as he looked at her.

Jean's mind was on the children, after three years away from her son,
it was now only a matter of days before they were reunited! "Oh Tom,
you do think Paul and Linda will be pleased... about us, I mean, don't
you?" she asked hopefully. "You don't suppose that they'll be hurt by
our not waiting..."

"I'm sure they'll both be thrilled, Jean." he assured her. "They're
both in their teens now and understand about waiting, and besides my
Linda has always considered you more a mother to her than an aunt.
We've just made it official!" The darkly handsome man's face clouded
for an instant. "My only concern is Paul. I hope he doesn't resent my
trying to take Dan's place..." he said somberly.

"He was never actually that close to his father," Jean said with a far
away look in her eyes. Suddenly, her face brightened. "Oh, I just know
they'll both be thrilled... as thrilled and happy as we are. Especially
when they hear the news about the ranch!"

"Well, Paul might like the idea, but I have my doubts about Linda. From
what I gather through her letters she's at that stage where she
requires a lot of action, if you know what I mean, and I'm not quite
sure a ranch in Colorado is quite her style."

Tom laughed, but both parents were beginning to feel strangely subdued
at the realization of what relative strangers their children would be
after three years separation.

"You know darling," Tom mused, "the kids are probably as close to each
other as we are. We have the perfect ready-made family and it's well
past time for us to start living... making up for the lost years."

"We will, Tom," the beautiful young mother said with sincere
confidence. "We still have a few years left with our kids before they
fly the nest, and I know they're going to be the fullest, happiest
years of our lives."


Chapter 2

Linda giggled as she heard the masculine footsteps resounding on the
hardwood floor in the hall outside her room. She knew it was her
younger cousin Paul and at any moment he would burst into her room
without knocking to try to con her out of a few dollars to tide him
over until they received their next month's allowance.

There was plenty of time for the pretty fifteen year old blonde to have
slipped on a robe when she heard Paul's footsteps, but she
mischievously elected to remain as she was, propped on her bed wearing
nothing more than tiny bikini panties. She would enjoy watching his
embarrassed expression when he realized she was undressed.

To Linda's surprise and amazement, he knocked.

"Who is it?" she purred coyly. Blossoming into womanhood, Linda was
aware of her young cousin's furtive stares at her upthrust cleavage and
other intimate parts of her body. She unashamedly used her ample sex
appeal on her cousin, prancing her charms on him while at the same time
fascinated by his good looks and lithe physique. It was good practice
for enticing other young men, she thought.

"Well who the hell do you think it is, dummy!" came Paul's impatient
reply from the other side of the door. "It's me!"

"Who's 'me'?" the blonde teased. She could picture him squirming
outside the door and could not suppress the temptation to extend her
little game with him as long as possible.

"Oh, come on, Linda!" the handsome thirteen year old boy replied. "I'm
in a hurry."

"Well then why are you standing outside the door?" she said. "It's not
locked."

Paul caught himself just as his hand reached for the doorknob; he was
on to his irrepressible cousin's tricks by now after living with her
for the past three years. "Are you dressed, Lind'?" he asked with a
long suffering sigh.

"Why don't you open the door and see for yourself?" she teased,
delighted with his obvious irritation.

"Get your clothes on, goddamnit! I have to talk to you." Linda could
tell by the sound of his voice that she had carried on long enough. He
actually sounded upset, which wasn't at all like the usually good-
natured boy. "Oh, all right," she said, reaching for the filmy robe and
hastily covering her nakedness. "Come on in."

"Very funny," he said, opening the door hesitantly at first, and then
seeing that she was at least partly covered, entered the room to throw
himself down on a chair. Paul looked older than his thirteen years. He
had inherited his mother's coloring and his father's tall build; even
at thirteen, the tall, dark lad was classically handsome. He was
athletically inclined and moved with cat-like grace, yet the greatest
part of his charm was the fact that he was totally unaware of his
sexual appeal, and Linda knew that beneath his dashing good looks, Paul
was actually very shy. She wondered idly if he'd ever had a date or
kissed a girl. In truth, Linda loved her cousin very deeply. They had
grown very close while their parents were in South America and they'd
been living almost as brother and sister with their grandparents.

"All right, I'm sorry." she apologized. "I was just kidding. What's so
important?"

"Well, I wanted to talk to you before Grandma gets back. She'll
probably make the big announcement at dinner tonight so..."

"I won't be here for dinner," his cousin interrupted. "Have a date with
Kenny Meyer, but, go ahead... what is it?"

"Well, you know your dad and my mom will be coming back to the States
in a few days and we're going to move."

"In the first place, Paul," Linda said calmly, "it's no longer my dad
and your mom... they're both our parents... you should start getting
used to that. And in the second place, of course we'll be moving. You
didn't expect us to stay here with Grandma, did you?"

"No," the tall youth replied, "but I sort of figured we would be
staying here in Texas. Your dad... uh... I mean our dad... bought a
ranch in Colorado!"

"What!" Linda's blue eyes widened in surprise. "How do you know? Dad
never said anything to me about it!"

"I heard Grandma talking; it's supposed to be a surprise. It really
sounds pretty good, once you get used to it, Linda. Up in the
mountains... horses... lakes..." Paul looked hopefully at his new
sister. He knew she wouldn't like the idea of moving and wanted to give
her plenty of time to adjust to the new turn of events before their
parents arrived. Although Paul loved his cousin and considered her his
best friend in the world, he thought she could be sort of a bitch at
times, and the last thing he wanted was for his mother's homecoming to
be marred by Linda's resentment.

"Well," she said angrily, "they're just full of surprises, aren't
they?" Surprisingly, Paul had taken the news about his father's death
and his mother's marriage to his uncle much better than his older
cousin. Although Linda was very close to her Aunt Jean, now her new
mother, she couldn't help but feel a little resentment at her father's
decision to marry her without even consulting his own daughter.
Fortunately, Linda was mature enough to realize that her confused
emotions over the situation were the result of normal feminine
possessiveness and the fact that she and Paul would be brother and
sister instead of cousins was more than adequate compensation for her
mild jealousy. But moving to Colorado! That was something else!

"That's not fair!" she complained bitterly. "It sounds so isolated, so
far away. There probably won't be any other kids around. I don't want
to be cut off from all my fun just when I'm getting rolling!"

"You don't have to worry, Linda," Paul said with sincere admiration.
"With the kind of body you have, you won't be lonesome!"

His cousin gave him an appreciative smile as she bounded from the bed
to rummage through the chaos of her room to dress for her date. She
certainly was a delicious piece of girl-flesh, Paul thought with some
pride as he watched her full breasts jiggling beneath the flimsy robe
she wore. Her long blonde hair hung down straight and sleek all the way
to her tapered waist and Paul could see the twin mounds of her rounded
buttocks move enticingly with every step she took. The young boy
couldn't help feeling a pang of envy for the boy she was dating. Her
long graceful legs tapered beautifully toward her crotch, visible
between the open robe and her sheer panties showed the sparse blonde
fuzz surrounding the opening of her vagina. The thirteen-year-old boy
sucked in his breath at her girlish beauty and wondered if he was
thinking dirty about his cousin. He couldn't help it... she was
beautiful... and sexy. The thought flashed across his mind whether or
not her body was like his mother's. He remembered her well enough, but
he'd never paid any attention to her body.

He smiled wickedly from his point of observation. "What are you and
Kenny going to do tonight?" he asked. "I mean, before you go to the old
highway to park..."

"Dinner, I guess," Linda answered, turning her back to her cousin to
slip on her bra.

Paul couldn't help laughing as he watched Linda struggling to fit her
full young breasts into the lacy bra. "I don't know why you bother with
those things, Linda, you don't need them."

"Oh how do you know!" the pert blonde teenager retorted, grinning back
at her cousin. She went to her closet and pawed through the clothes
hanging inside. Then turning to face him, she said more seriously, "I
mean it, Paul... I really can't think of a more horrid place to live
than a crummy old ranch! You love all that stuff, but I need more...
activities." Paul eyed the fifteen-year-old girl. He knew what she was
referring to by "activities". Linda discussed sex openly with him and
he felt happy that she trusted him, but he was a little jealous of her
obviously superior knowledge about sex. "There's got to be a town or
something nearby," he offered. He knew that her chances for sex were
much better than his. She always dated older guys, and although Paul
didn't like most of the boys she went out with, he tried to keep it to
himself. Linda was physically mature, but had a girlish sense of humor
that appealed to most guys. His only chance, he felt, was to score with
some of the younger girls in school, but compared with his beautiful
cousin, nobody else could even come close. Besides, he reasoned, around
here a guy too young to drive just didn't stand a chance. Maybe up in
Colorado things would be different...!

"Well, you're just going to have to get used to the idea because that's
where we're going to live," he said, getting up to leave her alone to
finish dressing.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I might as well give it a chance," she
agreed. She slid her dress over her shoulders and patted it down.
"Wait. Zip me up, then tell me how I look," she ordered. He obeyed,
impressed at her beauty. Then he sat back down to stare at her. "You're
really beautiful," he said in an awed tone. He meant it. The dress fit
her like skin, revealing her trim hips and tiny waist, while the low
cut bodice barely contained her lush rounded breasts. "You're sweet,"
Linda cooed, "but will Kenny like it?" Paul felt a stirring in his cock
and a slight twinge of jealousy as she bent over to reveal the deep
cleavage between her melon-like breasts. He brushed aside the pang of
guilt he felt and said gruffly, "Any guy in his right mind would."
Then, remembering his own evening activities, he added somewhat
sheepishly, "Say, Linda, another thing I wanted to talk to you
about..."

"Sure, Paul," she said smiling, "I'm loaded." Linda fumbled in her
purse on the dresser and commented, "Consider it payment for all your
flattery." she said, tossing him a five dollar bill.

"How did you know that's what I wanted to talk to you about?" Paul
asked, pocketing the money.

"It's your usual Friday night topic of conversation..." she laughed,
brushing her long blonde hair and tying it neatly at her neck.

"Well, thanks Linda. I can pay you back Monday."

"Right, then hit me up again on Friday. Forget it; it's a gift," she
said gaily, her previous ill humor forgotten for the moment.

"Gee, that's really nice of you Linda. And you really do look super,"
he complimented her. "I'm not just saying that because you gave me
money either!"

Linda kissed him impulsively on the mouth and patted his cheek. "Enjoy
yourself... and behave!"

"Me?" the thirteen-year-old said in mock surprise. "You know what a
goody-goody I am. It's you that better watch your step."

"Don't you worry... I can handle Kenny Meyer," she said grinning
lewdly. Mike ignored the implication of her words and moved towards the
door. He was a bit troubled, but looking at her, he knew Linda was able
to take care of herself. She was quite a girl!

"Okay, see you later!" he said as he left her room, striding down the
hall. He looked the perfect athlete, and at times, Linda wished she
could meet someone as handsome and virile as her cousin. Well, she
thought to herself, Kenny Meyer will just have to do for now.

* * *

Linda wasn't especially looking forward to her date with Kenny Meyer,
although he was considered a big wheel at school. He was a handsome
devil, she had to admit, and he knew it. They had a lovely dinner at a
nice restaurant, and in spite of the fact that Kenny didn't seem able
to talk about anything other than himself and his car, Linda had
enjoyed the first part of the evening. In a way, she didn't blame him
for being excited about his flashy sports car, but then she'd been out
with a lot of guys with great cars, none of which seemed to worship
their automobiles the way Kenny did. What's more, she thought sourly, a
girl could expect a guy to give her a little more attention on a date.
After all... she was hardly the wallflower type. Nor was she the kind
of girl who fell all over a guy. It was up to him to come to her.

As he walked her out of the restaurant and to his car, she wondered
what he had in mind for the rest of the evening. As if reading her
thoughts, he said, "How about a drive? It's a nice night..."

"Sounds great," she conceded. "Maybe we could go out to the old
highway..." She glanced at him to see if he caught her hint. The place
was a notorious rendezvous for lovers.

Kenny shot her a sharp look, a new gleam in his eyes. "Fantastic idea,
sweetheart! Sort of had it in mind myself."

As they drove through the town, Linda thought he shifted gears
unnecessarily so he could rub her thigh and knee, and she wondered if
he had the idea that she was an easy lay. I guess I am, she-thought to
herself, barely able to suppress a giggle, but still, she refused to be
taken for granted. He had already admitted that his intentions were to
drive out to the old highway, and that told her a lot. He acted like he
expected her, or any girl for that matter, to open her legs for him,
just because he was a big football wheel and owned an expensive car.
Linda resolved quietly that he had a surprise coming. He wasn't going
to get into her pussy just by snapping his fingers and batting his
eyelashes at her.

She had been to the old highway too many times, with too many guys like
Kenny to get all carried away. This was going to be her night. They
would play the game her way or not at all... if he wanted to play by
her rules, she just might let him fuck her, but if he got too smart, he
would lose out on the best lay he'd ever had.

The beautiful blonde teenager was getting bored with her date's
constant chatter about cars, and she wasn't favorably impressed by his
inept efforts to rub her thigh. He was a phony, she decided. He hadn't
been out with half the girls he'd like everyone to think he has. She
wouldn't be surprised if the creep were a virgin!

Shifting about in her cramped quarters, Linda wondered why guys bought
these kinds of cars. They were too small to do anything but sit and
drive!

Kenny turned the car into a narrow lane overhung with trees and drove a
short distance into the woods. They pulled up in a moonlit glade beside
the river, and the moss-laden trees gave the spot an ominous feel at
night. Linda listened to the sound of the water and the night birds,
and suddenly, her thoughts were far from Kenny Meyer. She began to
think about her father... her wonderful father who she hadn't seen for
so long. He would be returning very soon now, and Linda wondered if he
would still love her as much as before. She had never had to share her
father's love with another woman, not since her mother, who she hardly
remembered died. She knew she would have been much more resentful of
his marriage if it had been to anyone other than her Aunt Jean; she was
okay, really okay... and besides, she was Paul's mother!

"It's really beautiful here," Linda said dreamily. It was truly a
romantic spot, a remnant of long ago when the world was a less
complicated, easier place to live.

"Speaking of beautiful, baby, you're up with the best," Kenny smirked.
It was the first word he had spoken all evening that directly concerned
her, and she had been miffed, earlier that he hadn't commented about
her dress.

Linda smiled and Kenny reached over to kiss her. He was surprised by
Linda's instant response, shoving her tongue into his mouth and making
him jump. As his hand slid down over her breast, she flicked her tongue
in and out of his gasping mouth. She thought he would reach for her
thigh or crotch, but he just rubbed her breast, as if to see if it were
real.

She moved her hand down to his waist and expertly unzipped his pants.
Then she put her hand inside and grasped his thickening cock,
maneuvering it so that it came out of his pants. She moved the loose
skin up and down and almost giggled as he began to moan deep in his
throat as if he were in pain. Linda wondered if he would ever get
around to grabbing at her pussy, but he seemed hung up on her firm
breast. He had slid his hand down inside her brassiere and was playing
with the taut nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. She
liked the feeling, but it didn't compare with having her cunt played
with.

She began to move her hand up and down on his cock, squeezing it hard
and bringing the thick shaft to full, stiff erection. Then she made a
tight ring with her thumb and fingers and encircled the swollen head,
working her hand firmly over the cock-head. She was beginning to warm
up to the young man, but was becoming a little irritated that it took
him so long to get with it.

The blonde teenager worked harder on his turgid cock, liking the feel
of it as it jerked convulsively. She found herself wondering vaguely if
any girl had ever done this to her cousin, Paul, and how he would
react.

Kenny suddenly pulled his mouth away from hers, and gasped, "I have a
blanket in the back. Let's get out of here and lie on the ground."

Linda felt a pang of disappointment. Damn! She thought, he isn't even
able to get me warmed up and he's ready to jump right in and fuck me!
But she released his stiff cock and climbed out of the car, showing him
as much of her well-rounded buttocks as she could, hoping it might give
him some ideas about kissing her pussy and getting her really turned on
before he got down to fucking her.

He had grabbed the blanket and was spreading it on the grass, his cock
-- sticking out from his fly -- was bobbing wildly up and down, and
Linda could see that it really was a nice one... long and round and
capable looking. She turned and headed deeper into the trees, following
the dirt road. "Come on, let's get closer to the water... less likely
for the cops to find us." she said, turning her head to be sure he
would follow. Kenny gathered the blanket and headed down the road
behind her sighing in exasperation. He wanted to fuck this hot little
bitch right now!

Suddenly, the scene was lit up by the glaring headlights of the patrol
car that cruised the area. Kenny tried to hide his bulging cock behind
the blanket while Linda only stared angrily at the rapidly approaching
headlights. Didn't the goddamn cops have anything better to do than go
around busting up lovers, she seethed. It was none of their business,
anyhow... if people wanted to fuck; it was up to them she reasoned.

"All right you kids!" a voice bellowed. "You know this area is
patrolled. No messing around up here. Now get back in the car and move
it!" The policeman sounded more bored than angry. He saw the frozen
Kenny and yelled again, "Come on, Mac, put that thing back in your
pants and get this girl out of here. She looks pretty young to be up
here anyway!"

Kenny suddenly snapped out of his frozen pose. He mumbled, "Sure... I
mean, yes sir!" His mind had been stalled at the vision of being taken
down to the police station and his parents called. Most horrible of all
was the possibility of his father taking his car away from him as
punishment... it was just too dreadful a fate to imagine. He walked
quickly back to the car and Linda followed reluctantly behind. She
couldn't resist the temptation to mutter under her breath, "Why don't
you go fight murderers and rapists!" to the policeman.

"What was that you said, young lady?" the officer replied with a
warning tone to his voice.

"I said good night, sir..." Linda said in mock respect, climbing
sullenly back into the car.

The patrol car remained where it was as they drove away, and Linda
sneered when she saw the lights turned off. "He's probably sitting
there watching and playing with himself!" she said sarcastically.

She looked over at Kenny, realizing that he was embarrassed and
chagrined. Linda was frustrated. She had just begun to warm up and was
looking forward to a good, if amateurish, fuck. Now, he had put his
cock back in his pants, but she saw that there was still a big bulge in
the crotch of his pants. Maybe it can still work out, she thought, if
we can find another place.

"What a lousy break!" she volunteered.

"We couldn't help it," the young man commiserated. "You can never tell
when those guys are going to show up and spoil the fun."

Kenny felt as though he had let her down and was embarrassed. He was
also angry. He thought that she was probably the hottest little number
he'd ever been out with. Suddenly, he heard her giggling loudly.

"You looked so funny, standing there trying to cover your cock with
that blanket!" she laughed, fighting her own disappointment now. Kenny
chuckled nervously and tried to concentrate on the narrow road ahead.
He was distracted momentarily as he felt her hand again fumbling with
his zipper. He startled, but she said, "Drive, Kenny. Find another
place." Her cool fingers found his cock, and she pulled it from his
pants. It was particularly hard, and the burgeoning shaft grew rapidly
harder as she began to stroke it again. Linda was getting hot again,
and she couldn't wait to feel that nice looking cock up deep in her
pussy.

The young man glanced over at her as her nostrils flared, and she grew
hazy-eyed with passion.

"Man!" he breathed in awe, "You really do want it, don't you?"

"You bet baby," Linda gasped. "Find a place and pull over!" She felt
her pussy growing damp and warm, and she moved her hand up and down on
the teenager's elongated shaft with faster strokes. He started to
breathe heavily and he pushed his hips upward to meet her forceful
stroking. She held his throbbing cock firmly, peeling back the foreskin
and revealing the heart-shaped, blood-filled cockhead.

Kenny felt as if he were going to pop his load of cum into her hand if
she didn't stop, and he began to search frantically for a place to pull
over. He wasn't thinking straight. He was remembering the feel of her
naked breast, and the arousing sight of her firm, rounded buttocks. He
had to get into this little sexpot, he had to!

Her hand was driving him wild, and for an instant he thought of letting
go and spilling his boiling juice into her hand! Her dress was pulled
up now, and he thought he could dimly see the vee of her soft blonde
pubic hair through her sheer panties. He wanted to reach out and grab
her pussy, running his fingers up into it until she squealed with
pleasure! Better yet, he wished he could ram his aching cock up into
her cunt to the hilt and fill it! He was moving jerkily, trying to keep
up with her fast-moving hand and still drive the car. The beautiful
blonde teenager squirmed as she played with his cock, moving her thighs
against one another to create friction in her pussy-lips. Her cunt was
flowing wet with her own juices now, and she knew that if he didn't do
something soon, she would have to shove her own fingers up into her
pussy and quench the fire smoldering there.

She peered down at his hard cock, moving up and down through her
fingers, and wished it were driving deep into her cunt instead.
Suddenly she leaned over and began to kiss his neck and ears, nibbling
at the lobes and sticking her tongue into his ear. The young football
player groaned with desire, and he was driving erratically. His hips
rolled in counter motion to her stroking, and he could feel his cum
boiling up inside his loins.

"Stop! Anywhere!" Linda cried.

He moaned as he jammed the breaks and slid to the side, halting under a
tree among some tall brush. He was moaning with the pain of denied
fulfillment, and sharp fires of lust were shooting through his groin.
He couldn't wait another second. He could feel the sperm beginning to
shoot upward through his cock-shaft, and it began to spurt out from the
slit in the end of his cock.

"No!" Linda cried. The idiot couldn't even wait another minute so she
could enjoy his cum too. She looked with anger at the wet liquid that
was spewing from his cock, feeling the frustration flood her body.

The young girl had never before seen semen shooting wildly into the
air, and it excited her, even as she moaned with frustration. She
continued to pump away at his exploding cock while Kenny groaned and
thrust his hips upward. His fists gripped at the steering wheel tightly
and he fucked his cock rapidly into her tightly clenched fist.

The sight of his cum flowing whitely over her fingers frantically
aroused her, and her belly jerked as her cunt twitched madly. She
reached down and massaged her pussy lips hungrily, shoving aside her
panties and inserting her extended middle finger up inside her pussy to
massage her clitoris.

"Cum, you bastard... cum!" she exploded, fascinated at the amount of
cum he was spewing all over his pants and her hand.

Kenny grated, "Oh God, baby... what a sweet fuck you are!" Linda
wondered derisively how the hell he could know, but she kept on
draining his cock of its cum with diminishing strokes, fervidly
wondering if he could get it up again so he could fuck her.

The young blonde felt cheated. She continued to play with her clitoris,
but she knew it would be a poor cum, even if she managed it, and she
was livid with anger at her date.

Kenny Meyer was shaking from the tremendous effects of his explosive
orgasm. He had never had a girl pump his cock to orgasm before and it
was sensational. The selfish boy continued to moan with joy, oblivious
to Linda's needs.

She had become so aroused by now that she actually considered climbing
on top of him and stuffing his now deflated cock up into her cunt in an
effort to satisfy her burning lust.

The frustrated girl sighed with unsatisfied desire as she realized the
car was just too damned small to do anything. And besides, his cock was
soft now as the last few dribbles of his cum ran down the shaft and
trickled onto her hand. Kenny collapsed in a limp heap, breathing
heavily, wallowing in the slowly ebbing sensations of gratification.

Linda finally released the limp cock and slouched back into her seat,
her hand still caressing her pussy. She closed her eyes to fantasize,
but it wasn't any good. She lay there in utter frustration. She heard
Kenny stir and looked over to see him trying to wipe off the spots of
cum with his handkerchief. He carefully removed the spot from the dash
and the seat, caring little about what had spilled on his own pants.
Linda would have laughed aloud at the absurdity of his priorities, but
she didn't want to insult him... she still needed to be fucked, or at
least, tongued!

"I guess I got carried away..." the young girl ventured hesitantly.
"But I did sort of enjoy it... and I know it must have been good for
you."

Kenny stared straight ahead in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.
It had been good, but it wasn't what he'd brought her out here for and
he felt inept and, in a way, cheated.

"Well..." Linda said lamely, hoping he would grab the hint.

"Yeah," he mumbled hoarsely. "It was good for me." He didn't say any
more, but started the car and drove back onto the road. He knew that
she expected more, but he wasn't capable now. He suddenly felt like she
was really angry at him and would blab it all over school if he didn't
fuck her right... she would probably tell everyone about what happened
tonight for that matter. She was a bold one... not at all like most of
the shy girls he'd known. He drove silently until they arrived at her
grandmother's house. He really didn't want to walk her to the door with
his pants all stained with cum, her grandmother could be waiting in the
livingroom or something and see him. Linda was angry and unfulfilled.
"Thanks for dinner," she said coldly, jerking away from him as he
leaned over to kiss her.

"Right," he retorted, equally as strained.

Linda slammed the door as she got out to walk by herself up to the
house. That dumb bastard had treated her like a whore, the son-of-a-
bitch! She didn't consider the fact that she may have done something to
give him that impression. To hell with him, she thought. He blew his
chance to fuck a real hot pussy tonight!

"Wait, Linda..." Kenny called after her, but the angry young blonde
kept walking.

She stopped halfway up the path leading to the old two story house and
turned around to call out softly, "You lose, baby..." Swinging her hips
she walked up the steps to the door, anxious to get to the privacy of
her room where she could still the roaring fire inside her loins.


Chapter 3

Tom and Jean Stevenson called their children in Texas the moment the
plane landed in Miami. To save time and speed the reunion, it was
decided that the children would fly to Colorado as soon as Tom and Jean
had settled in at the ranch and taken care of all the numerous last
minute details. The couple hardly stopped to take a breath for the
three days it took to get moved in and at last the long-awaited day
arrived.

Jean awoke feeling relaxed and happy after the frantic week of travel
and preparation. It was a beautiful morning! She already loved the
peaceful serenity of their mountain home and the thought of her son and
new daughter being here to share it with her and Tom seemed too
wonderful to be true. It was like a wonderful dream, and this was the
day it would all happen! This was the day Paul and Linda would arrive!
She turned over to glance at her husband who was still sleeping beside
her. Jean couldn't resist the urge to lean over and kiss him softly on
the cheeks. Tom stirred and then his eyes opened and he smiled at his
beautiful wife. "Hi," he said tenderly, pulling her to him to kiss her
good morning.

"It's the big day, darling," she reminded her husband. "Are you as
excited as I am?"

He began to stroke her long dark hair, still incredulous of her
striking beauty and the fact that she was his wife. "Probably more
excited," he replied, grinning at his reference to his enormous
erection.

Jean smiled tenderly at him. "You're so marvelous, darling. This is all
I've ever wanted from life... everything!" She glanced out the window
and commented happily, "even the weather is perfect. What a beautiful
day to welcome out children to their new home!"

"It really is," he agreed. "I hope the kids like it here as much as we
do..."

"Oh darling, I know they will! How could they help it?" She kissed the
palm of his hand as he idly stroked her hair. "Tom, how can I ever let
you know how much I love you? How much your love means to me?"

"We have the rest of our lives, baby..." he said, smiling gently. "Now,
we'd better get ourselves in gear to be ready to meet the kids!"

Jean's face clouded for an instant. "You know, honey," she said in a
subdued tone, "they really aren't kids any more." Jean was thinking of
Tom's daughter, Linda. The dark-haired mother felt certain her son
would love it here, but although she had always loved Linda like a
daughter, she had her doubts about the girl. Linda had always been a
bit wild, even as a small child. She was always more difficult to
control than Paul. Jean was sure that by now, Linda would be interested
in boys, and from the looks of the small town a few miles away the
chances looked slim for Linda to find a place to meet the young people
around their new home. Once school started, there would be no problem,
but Jean did want Linda to enjoy the summer as much as she knew the
rest of the family would.

"They'll always be kids, honey," Tom said confidently, "just like us...
There's so much for them to do around here, sailing on the lake,
hiking... camping. But I do have to admit, from the sound of Linda's
letters she's a lot more interested in people than things... especially
young male people!"

Jean laughed. "Well, I'm sure if there are any of those in the area,
they'll find our Linda! I did see a few young boys when we were in the
town yesterday... hopefully some of them are nice!"

Jean felt secure for the first time in her life. Everything was
perfect... she had the finest man in the world who loved her dearly,
and now, two wonderful children. She had to learn sex her husband's
way, she vowed, to show in a small way how much she loved him. He had
been so patient and understanding with her since their marriage, and
she had come to accept the fullness of his sexual love. She was even
looking forward to new pleasures, for he had awakened something inside
her she had never known existed. He adored her naked body, so obviously
that she had almost ceased to be ashamed or embarrassed with him. She
had come to love the feel of her nakedness next to his and neither wore
anything to bed.

She was still repressed in some ways, she realized, for it had been
difficult for her to suck Tom's cock. But, like always, he had been
right, and she had come to enjoy it because of the delight it gave him
and the arousal it stirred within her. Tom had stopped stroking her
hair and was caressing the curves and hollows of her body, bringing her
to quick arousal. His hand moved to her soft inner thighs, and she
shivered with pleasure. His middle finger moved farther, entering her
pussy lips where it found her clitoris, and she moaned softly with
desire. The hairs on her husband's chest tickled her hardening nipples
as he bent to kiss her again, and she spread her legs wide to allow his
fingers to play delightful games with her clitoris. Now, she ran her
fingernails along his muscular back and shoved her tongue deep into his
mouth, feeling wanton and wild and, at the same time, loved and
desired.

Tom deftly manipulated the tiny bud of her clitoris until he brought
moans of pleasure from her lips. He was pleased at the way her
attitudes towards sex were changing, and he looked forward with
eagerness to the day when she would shed her last inhibition. She was
fast becoming the most perfect wife in the world! Tom's rigid cock was
demanding attention, but he wanted to try something new with her and
felt he should work up to it gradually. He let his finger brush up
against her puckered, sensitive anus, and she shuddered, wondering how
it would feel if Tom suddenly shoved his finger up her anus, or even
his cock! The thought stunned her, yet she was fascinated by the idea.

She groaned with delight as his fingers probed deep into her pussy,
going deeper into the moist, hot flesh of her inner cunt. She had come
to accept the hunger to have her cuntal passage filled with his hard
cock, and as she spread her legs out wide, almost begging him to put
his throbbing penis into her and ram it inside over and over until she
could cum. But Tom took his time, seeming to enjoy making her squirm
with passion, knowing that it would be that much better when he finally
fucked her later on. Now, he moistened his middle finger with her cunt
fluid, then ran it slowly down into the crevice between her buttocks.
Finding her tight anus, he ran his extended finger over it, moistening
the rubbery ring of puckered flesh with her own succulent juices.

At first, Jean was disappointed that Tom hadn't replaced his finger in
her cunt with his hard cock, but now she felt an electric shock between
her loins as his finger began to slowly penetrate her anus. She was
quivering with anticipation, and she wondered if she would be able to
stand this new sensation. Her pussy contracted involuntarily as his
finger pushed inside her anus, slowly but insistently, aided by the
moisture from her own pussy. A gasp burst from her lips as she felt his
finger relentlessly going deeper and deeper. Finally she blurted out,
"Tom... what are you... what are you doing?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart... I'd never do anything that I didn't know
you'd enjoy... you know that." He could feel her anal muscles
tightening as if to prohibit the intrusion of his probing finger, and
he plunged it more insistently. He liked the hazy look that had come
into her eyes and was excited by the sight of her tongue darting out to
lick her soft dry lips. He realized that when he finally did force his
cock into her anus, she would learn to enjoy it as much as he enjoyed
doing it. At last he felt she was ready... this was the moment! "Jean,
I want you to roll over on your stomach," he urged. She started to
protest, but Tom rolled her over and she lay there in fear. She knew
what he was going to do...

"It might hurt a little at first, honey, but then it will become a
wonderful new sensation... I promise you'll love it... trust me?" he
said gently.

Jean could only nod her head, cringing with fear and revulsion. Pain...
how obscene, she thought, yet she was willing to do whatever her
husband said. Tom moved behind her on his knees and raised her luscious
buttocks so that she was close to his long, hard shaft. She was
helplessly exposed and a faint tinge of shame crossed her mind. But she
was determined to trust her husband as he had asked, and she let him
position her body as he chose. She even moved her buttocks sensuously
as he inserted his finger into her anus again, moving it about to
lubricate the passage. She turned her head and stared down at his
massive rod of hardness, wondering how it would ever fit into her small
little rectal mouth, and she felt a strange thrill imagining what it
would be like.

Tom held his throbbing member in his hand in order to keep it from
bending as he tried to worm it up into her asshole, and as he stared
down lustfully at the puckered, brownish-pink opening, the pressure of
his balls began to build painfully. He pulled his finger from her anus
and moved in closer, rubbing the spongy head of his cock into the slit
of her wet pussy. Jean jumped involuntarily as she felt it, and for a
moment, she thought he was going to fuck her from the rear. But Tom let
his cock-head slide upward, guiding it with his hand, until it touched
the helplessly exposed rectal lips of his wife. He was already gasping,
and his eyes were glazed with lust. He spread her ass-cheeks with one
hand and pushed the tip of his throbbing cock up against the tight,
rubbery opening.

Jean gasped fearfully, but braced herself for the full penetration of
his massive cock, tingling all over from the new sensations she was
experiencing.

"Trust me, Jean, and relax," the lust-driven husband grunted, barely
able to contain himself as he saw the head of his cock spread the tiny
opening and partially disappear. He didn't want to hurt or frighten
her, so he removed it and started over again. Each time he shoved the
knob-like head of his cock into her anus, he used a little more
pressure and at last he was rewarded by seeing the whole swollen head
of it disappear up into her nether passage. His cock was hard enough
now and he used both hands to spread her firm white buttocks wide
apart.

Jean fought back the sudden fright as she felt the huge head of his
cock enter her, but she was surprised to discover that it didn't hurt.
It was uncomfortable, but there was no real pain. As he began to
penetrate deeper and deeper with each thrust, she became more
receptive. It was an entirely new and exciting sensation, making her
feel as though she were completely filled by her husband's cock. Then,
Tom became so excited and aroused that he lost all control and
forcefully fucked his cock deep up into his wife's tightly resisting
asshole. "Aaaaahhhhhh..." Jean cried out in shock and pain. "Please!
It's too big... it will never fit!"

Even as the words spilled from her mouth the beautiful wife knew that
she wanted him to continue. In a strange, never before experienced
masochistic way, she was enjoying his invasion. The pleasure pain was
incredible and she couldn't tell which was the most exciting!

Now, the dark-haired woman clenched her teeth, but the moans came from
deep inside her throat, and as Tom drove his cock up to the hilt into
her, she squirmed forward, trying to escape the hard, burning rod of
pulsing flesh.

Tom was staring with lust-glazed eyes at her anus, watching in
fascination as his cock slowly disappeared entirely up into the dark,
virgin channel. The rubbery ring of the opening was like an elastic
band, and the tight inner walls of the anal passage provided almost
total friction for his sensitive cock as it slid in. The muscles seemed
to close around his throbbing cock, clutching it eagerly, and he felt
that this was going to be one of the most gigantic orgasms he had ever
experienced. Yet, he didn't want to hurt his wife and he was able to
exercise some control.

"It's so huge, darling... so big..." Jean mumbled, yet she wriggled her
hips sensuously to accommodate his pulsating cock, and he sensed she
was gaining satisfaction from the act. Jean wondered insanely if it
were possible to be split in two. She felt she couldn't take anymore
without being torn apart inside, and yet, she didn't want him to stop!

She moved backward slightly, in hopes that he could enjoy it even more,
and she could hear and feel his balls slapping against the slit of her
buttocks each time he thrust his cock into her. For one fleeting
instant, she wondered if she would faint when he speeded up his
strokes. How could she allow this... this animal act! It seemed so
depraved... yet; Tom's words floated about her brain..."Nothing is
wrong between two people that love each other." Was he right? Tom had
been surprised at the ease with which her tight little asshole had
absorbed his huge cock, and he stared down in awe at her resilient
opening, expanding and contracting as he shoved his impaling cock in
and out of her.

She seemed to be getting with it, he realized as she set up a counter-
motion with his plunging cock, pushing back hard to take still more of
it into her anus. He knew that she would enjoy it and he was glad that
he had chosen this time to try it. Jean's hand snaked between her legs
and grasped his balls. She massaged them gently, squeezing slightly as
they bounced about in rhythm with his deeply plunging cock. It was
crazy, she thought, but she felt the same way about being fucked in the
ass as she had by the regular way. She wanted more of him inside her,
even his balls! She could tell by the lustful moans that were coming
from his throat that he was enjoying it this way, and she wanted it to
be perfect for him when he shot his cum far up into her waiting rectal
depths.

The lust-driven man was almost ready to cum and he had to slow his
rampaging movements to hold back. He wanted to prolong this delicious
sensation as long as possible while his wife got used to it, all in one
session.

She was beginning to enjoy the feeling of being filled to overflowing,
and she played with his testicles joyfully, reveling in the fact that
she was able to accept her husband's sexual ways and fully gratify his
every desire.

Suddenly and without warning, the words came flooding from her mouth...
words she never thought she was capable of saying. "Oh, fuck me
darling... fuck my asshole... fuck me deep and hard... yes, there, Tom,
there... fuck me... fuck me, Tom!" She felt waves of wild excitement
sweeping over her as the words aroused her to her fullest sexual
capacity. "I want to feel your cum shooting up into my ass!" she cried.
"Do it, darling... do it!" she begged. She couldn't understand why the
lewd words aroused her so, nor did she know how much they aroused her
husband. Tom knew at that instant that he had found what he had always
dreamed of, the perfect wife! Jean was the essence of beauty and
discretion in public, but in bed she became a tigress. She was raging
wild, and could never be satisfied! She would make his life complete...
he would be giving his daughter a mother and would become a father to
her son... it was the total fulfillment of a dream!

He began to concentrate on his orgasm, knowing that she had almost
reached her peak of excitement. He saw her hand steal between her legs
and her fingers begin to work at the folds of her hot, wet cunt-flesh.
She began to breathe differently, drawing in huge gulps of air with a
groaning sound that told him she would be able to cum using her fingers
as he shot out his hotly burgeoning cum deep up inside her asshole. It
thrilled him to know that he had led her to this point of being able to
sexually fulfill both their needs in whatever form of sexual
intercourse he chose. He began to fuck harder up into her wide-split
little anal passage. His pelvis thudded against her moon-shaped
buttocks, so deep was he fucking her rectum, and she worked away at her
clitoris with her fingers.

Jean could feel his huge cock fucking in and out of her through the
thin walls of her cunt and she was deliriously happy at the sensation
of being totally used... totally filled.

"Oh Tom... fuck it that way! Fuck it harder! Just cum, darling, I don't
care if it hurts... I want you to! Please!" she cried in a delicious
torment. She was afraid that he would stop suddenly thinking she was in
pain, but she needn't have worried. Her sensitive husband had noted the
slight tones of pain in her moaning and her words, and it added a
sadistic thrill to his fucking. He watched his salacious fucking in and
out of the tiny brownish hole, sliding in and out easily now. His
sperm-swollen balls seemed about to burst, and the sweat stood out on
his face from his efforts. He knew it was only a matter of seconds
before he shot his white-hot sperm deep up into her virginal little
rectum, and he hoped that she was almost to the point of orgasm too.
Jean's body was bouncing and screwing back with each thrust of his
cock, and she seemed totally rapt in the thrills she was receiving. "Oh
Tom! Oh Baby!" she moaned, pushing back hard against his cock. "Keep on
fucking it, darling... fuck it harder! I've got to cum... fuck my
ass..." At her words, Tom abandoned all thought of control. He began to
ram his cock in and out with piston-like strokes, knowing he was close
to cumming, and that his wife was on the brink. As one hand ripped at
her clitoris, Jean grabbed the pillow with the other, and she shoved
the corner of it into her mouth as if to stifle a scream. Tom couldn't
understand what she was saying, but it didn't matter. They were both in
an animalistic stage where words meant nothing... only the wild, raging
thrills that coursed through their bodies. Tom felt like a king... she
was every woman... all he could possible want. She had made him love
himself for being her teacher... for teaching her to respond! Jean's
hand pawed madly at her soaking cunt, and she took the pillow from her
mouth and begged, "Don't stop Tom... give me more... give me
everything!"

His wife's cries brought the lust-maddened husband to a new peak of
frenzy, and he rammed his cock as hard and fast as he could up into her
anal channel. He didn't want it to go soft on him, he could go on like
this forever with his wild, insatiable wife. He knew from the way her
legs were jerking and her buttocks were quivering that Jean was already
experiencing her orgasm, but as he rammed his penis harder into her,
she seemed to launch into a second and more shattering orgasm. Her body
shook violently as her face contorted with exquisite pleasure of sexual
fulfillment... more than she had ever dreamed possible.

When at last the burning passion smoldered into embers, Jean collapsed
forward onto her stomach while her husband fell with his full weight on
top of her, still breathing heavily. Although she felt near perfect
happiness from the joy her husband had given her, she couldn't help
feeling somehow debased and shamed by the anal fucking she had
received. Yet, how could she have enjoyed it so? And how could she love
a man who wanted to perform such immoral acts? Jean thought she may
grow to accept it, but she would never really understand it...

* * *

Tom and Jean had a drink at the airport to calm their nerves while they
waited for the children's flight to arrive. The plane had been late and
both parents grew anxious, but once the flight arrived, Paul and Linda
were the first ones off the ramp. They were all delirious with joy, and
amid tearful hugs and kisses, it had taken another hour to collect
themselves enough to start the trip back into the mountains.

Both parents were surprised at how much Paul and Linda had grown and
were pleased with how well shaped and pretty Linda was, but the real
surprise was Paul. He was no longer a little boy and although Jean was
very proud of his manliness and maturity at thirteen, she was a little
hurt that she had missed the precious years with him between childhood
and adolescence. She was most pleased about the way Paul seemed to
fully accept Tom as his father. Although she never admitted it to Tom,
or even to herself for that matter, Jean had been afraid that Paul
might feel resentful about her marriage so soon after his father's
death; that he might suffer from some misguided sense of loyalty.
Sitting in the front seat with Tom, Jean bombarded the kids with
questions about school, family, friends... she was so happy to see them
both that she couldn't stop talking. The drive through the mountains
was beautiful and both teenagers were wide-eyed, drinking in the
scenery surrounding their new home. It was quite an astounding
difference from the flat planes of Texas where they had lived for the
last three years and even Linda couldn't resist the fascination of the
majestic beauty of the place.

The time flew and as Tom pulled into the road leading up to the house,
he proudly pointed out the dimensions of their property for Paul's
benefit and for Linda, he pointed out the road leading to the nearby
village. Entering the house, both teenagers looked about in awe,
obviously impressed and excited, and Jean could tell that they were
both going to like the place as much as she did. Tom showed the kids
about and Jean started dinner, thinking she was the luckiest woman on
earth.

She hummed merrily as she prepared dinner, lavishing her full attention
on creating a special meal they would never forget.

She felt tears of joy brimming in her eyes as she heard the sounds of
laughter coming from the den. She was so pleased that Tom and Paul
genuinely liked each other and she knew as time passed liking would
ripen into love. Paul was so grown-up! He seemed to be a gentle boy,
considerate and polite, yet his muscular body seemed to glow with
vibrant life and the joy of living. He wasn't at all like a stranger...
he was her son, and it was as though the last three years had been
little more than a week.

As for Miss Linda, Jean thought fondly, she was hardly a child any
more! Jean had noticed her well-formed breasts, her curvy hips and trim
legs and ankles. She also noticed the flirtatious smile and the sexy
manner Linda had that must drive the boys wild. It was wonderful to see
how close Linda and Paul had grown. They were actually brother and
sister in spirit long before she and Tom had made it official! One of
her biggest regrets in her marriage with Dan was the fact that they had
only one child. She thought it was cruel to raise an only child; having
been the product of a large family, Jean knew the importance of having
a brother or sister to share the joys and sorrows of growing up. Paul
and Linda seemed exceptionally close, and showed in a dozen ways that
they sincerely loved and respected each other. Jean's special dinner
turned out to be a spectacular success and she was pleased to learn
that Tom had thoughtfully bought the perfect wine to accompany it.
After dinner they all settled down in the den and Tom built a marvelous
roaring fire. The children were delighted by the fact that even in the
summer the nights were cool in the mountains and it was agreed that
there was no better place in the world to spend their first summer
together as a real family. They talked and talked until finally Tom
said with a smile, "You guys must be pretty tired! We should probably
let them go to bed, hon," Paul was quick to accept the suggestion, not
having been used to the wine with dinner, plus the trip and the
excitement of seeing his mother, the thirteen year old boy felt happily
exhausted. Linda followed him shortly thereafter and Tom and Jean sat
downstairs finishing their drinks, smiling at each other. Tom had known
Jean almost her whole life, since she was eighteen years old, but he
had never seen her looking more beautiful than at that moment, nestled
security in his arms. She was the vision of serenity and completeness,
the total woman, and Tom felt deeply fulfilled and whole himself
knowing that he had been able to give the woman he had always loved the
happiness she deserved. "Come on, darling," he whispered softly in her
ear. "Let's go to bed..."

* * *

Paul was feeling euphorically happy himself as he retired into his
room. The excitement of the day had tired him, but the wine had
mellowed his spirits and the young boy felt as though he was on a
cloud. He felt elated at seeing his mother. She was far more beautiful
than he remembered, so warm and loving! Paul had always been much
closer to his mother than his father, and although he was deeply
stunned by the news of his father's death, he couldn't honestly conjure
up any emotional loss. It was as if a distant relative had passed
away... he was sorry, but it was not like a personal loss. Paul had a
great respect and liking for Tom, and the boy could intuitively sense
the older man's elation at having a son. Paul was aware of the way his
mother and Tom looked at each other, telling the whole world they were
in love. His mother seemed so lovely and gentle that Paul wanted her to
hold him and never let go. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed her
or how hungry he was for just the feel of her caress.

He stripped off his clothes and threw himself gratefully onto the big
double bed, propping his head on the pillows to look about his new room
and observe it more carefully. He could hear the tall green trees
rustling in the breeze outside his window and he couldn't wait to go
off hiking and exploring in the timberland surrounding their home. And
there was the lake they'd passed on the way up the mountain! He
imagined himself sailing the beautiful clear blue water, smoothly
manipulating the boat and impressing his mother with his skill. He
could see her standing on the boat in a tiny bikini that revealed the
perfection of her body, he could see the love and pride she held for
him in her beautiful face, and then suddenly, he began to envision her
naked. She had a body very much like Linda's, he reflected, allowing
himself to fantasize the two of them naked, standing side by side at
first and then blending into one beautiful faceless body.

Almost without realizing it, his hand had moved down to his slowly
hardening penis and he was stroking it gently. The vivid images of his
mother and Linda had excited the boy, and he continued to stroke his
cock until it was hard and erect. He thought about his mother's
delicious fragrance as she had kissed him goodnight and he found
himself wishing that he had someone just like her to put his throbbing
penis into! He remembered how soft and yielding her body had been
against his as she kissed him... how soft and sweet her lips had felt
on his own. His hand moved faster and faster along his stiff, large
column, and he closed his eyes, imagining that he was fucking the
faceless image of Linda and his mother combined into one lovely body.

He heard the door open suddenly and quickly drew up the covers to hide
his erection. His eyes snapped open and he saw Linda standing in the
doorway, a knowing smile on her face.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" he raged, flushing deeply at her
intrusion. She walked boldly into the room and over to the edge of the
bed, where she stood leering down at him.

She put her hands on her hips coquettishly and smirked, "The question
is, what are you doing in here?"

He started to protest his innocence, but she reached over and quickly
jerked the blanket off his body, staring wickedly at his hard, erect
cock. Her eyes brightened and she gave him an evil smile.

"Goddamn you!" Paul stormed. "What right do you have to..."

"Oh, shut up," the older girl calmly interrupted, smiling with
admiration at his large cock. She was in command now and she knew it,
enjoying the superior position she had stumbled upon. Linda decided she
would have some fun, and maybe, she just might make something more of
the situation.

"Don't be embarrassed, Paul. I play with myself all the time, everyone
does! Besides, you should never be embarrassed by that big old thing
between your legs, not ever!" Linda spoke with true admiration and
before the younger boy realized her intention, she had reached down to
encircle his cock with her fingers. He jumped from the coolness of her
hand and tried to push away her fingers. "Linda! God!" The brazen
blonde didn't relinquish her firm grip on his throbbing cock, and she
began to slowly move the loose skin up and down, causing spasms to
contract his stomach muscles.

"My goodness..." Linda said ruefully, "You have the nicest cock I've
ever seen! I mean it Paul. I had no idea! And to think I've been
missing out on a thing like that all this time!"

Suddenly she let go of his pulsating rod of hardness and walked across
the room to lock the door. Then she walked through the bathroom that
separated his bedroom from her own and locked the other door.

The scheming blonde teenage girl stopped in her own room long enough to
shed her clothes and when she returned to her cousin's room the young
boy's eyes widened as she stood beside him, completely naked. He could
see, from his vantage point, the damp lips of her cunt, and beyond
them, the wet, glistening folds of flesh that he knew shielded her
clitoris.

His pulsing cock jumped wildly as he surveyed his new sister's cunt. It
looked tight and unused, but Paul knew for a fact that she had already
fucked several guys. She was sure to know how!

Linda's eyes were glued on his hard cock and he heard her softly
whisper, "I want to kiss it, Paul... I want to lick it and kiss it..."

Before her lewd words had fully registered on his befuddled brain, she
had climbed onto the bed to face him; her legs spread wide to reveal
her open cunt with all its exciting promise!

She took hold of his handsome young cock, her eyes glazing with lust,
and Paul lamely tried to protest. "Linda... come on... we could get in
a lot of trouble!"

"No we won't... nobody has to know," she said in a hypnotic voice. "Now
that I've seen it, I just have to taste it... that's all, relax." She
moved, quickly changing her position so that her head was near his cock
and his mouth was near her inviting pussy. He stared at the slit of her
cunt and at the enticing mounds of her buttocks and suddenly the sight
of her, the feel of her hand on his cock was driving him insane. He
wanted to bury his face in her cunt, he wanted to devour her, fuck
her... his own cousin! "You're going to love this, Paul..." she said as
she bent her head to flick out her tongue and lick the swollen head of
his cock. The sensation drove him wild with desire. He had never
imagined anything like this! The only time a girl had touched his cock
was when Maureen Simmons grabbed it in the swimming pool! What Linda
was doing to him was pure delight and he didn't give a damn if they did
get caught! This was worth dying for! She spread her legs so that he
could look right into her cunt and his hand went automatically to the
blonde, fuzz-lined lips of her pussy groping awkwardly for the inner
recesses where he sensed he would find the key to her passion. He ran
his extended middle finger lightly along the narrow slit, feeling for
the narrow bud of flesh that he knew was the magic spot. As he did, he
heard her breathe, "Find it my precious baby, Paul... find it!" and she
spread her legs still wider.

Her lips were closing over the head of his cock now, and he was
startled by the beautiful warmth of her mouth. "Rub it, honey... rub my
clitoris with your fingers," she mumbled, running her tongue up and
down the length of his cock. She paused at the head to plunge her mouth
over it for an instant and then she resumed her tantalizing licking.
"Oh man!" Paul moaned. "It's so wonderful, Linda... so nice!" His
finger found the spot he was seeking and he began to massage her
clitoris between thumb and finger. He knew he had found the right
spot... it was hard and quivering and it seemed to be trying to elude
his touch.

"Ohhh... yessss!" Linda groaned. "Oh, that's it baby... that's right."
She felt giddy as her lips closed over the head of his cock and she bit
down gingerly causing the young boy's whole body to stiffen. Paul felt
waves of pleasure rush through him at the sight alone of her white
teeth on his swollen cock-head. He had never felt anything as wonderful
as this in his life! His whole body felt like it was on fire! He loved
what his cousin was doing to his cock, and he couldn't remember ever
seeing it so big and hard before! He could feel her moving her hand
down lower to the base of his penis, then lower, until she had grasped
his balls in her hand! Suddenly, she sucked the entire pulsing length
into her mouth, sending an electric-like shock through his loins that
almost knocked him off the bed. He thought he would cum right then, but
he sank back slightly, his eyes riveting on the open cunt that was so
close to his mouth, and he licked his lips in a nervous, hungry
gesture.

"It's wonderful... you're so wonderful." he gasped. Linda was
concentrating on her own pleasure, sucking his cock deep into her
mouth, tormenting him with her tongue and her teeth with every in and
out stroke. She wanted to taste Paul's cum... to feel it shooting into
her mouth and down her throat! The more she lewdly sucked her cousin's
burgeoning cock, the hotter her pussy became, until she thought she
would cry out with desire.

Her head bobbed up and down in a flurry of gold while Paul watched,
entranced at the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth...
almost totally! Linda could already taste the masculine seminal fluid
that had seeped from his cock, and it drove her to increased passion.

She let go of his cock long enough to gasp, "Shove your fingers in my
cunt, Paul... deeper and harder!" Immediately, she sucked his cock back
into her mouth, gasping at the suddenness with which Paul had obeyed
her command, ramming four fingers all at once, deep up inside her
throbbing cunt! Now, he was teasing at her clitoris while at the same
time trying to spread his fingers wide enough to touch the inner-walls
of her pussy. He was learning fast, she thought proudly, and it was
only right that she should be the girl to teach him... after all, they
were more than cousins now... they were brother and sister!

Paul was fucking wildly into her vagina with his fingers, wishing he
could touch every bit of her pussy and make her jerk and scream with
pleasure. She was so beautiful, so sexy! This was what he had always
dreamed of but had never believed possible! He remembered the times his
cock had grown at the mere sight of her, and here he was, fucking his
fingers in and out of her wetly steaming pussy, teasing his nails
across her clitoris, and she was sucking his cock! A great hot feeling
of pleasure almost smothered him. He wasn't just a kid! He was a man! A
lover! Paul could feel his cum boiling up inside him and he wanted to
do something for her before he spewed his hotly building cock-juice
into her mouth. He had to do something to give her the pleasure up
between her legs she was giving him in his balls! The furiously sucking
blonde sensed that he was about to explode his cum into her mouth and 
she ground her wide-open cunt salaciously before his face. She wanted
to cum when he did, when his hotly rising young passion-fluids bubbled
into her mouth and down her throat and into her belly. Her cunt was on
fire and she sucked his cock as hard as she could, feeling him arching
his back wildly to shove even more of it into her throat. "I'm cumming,
I'm cumming, Linda!" Paul moaned. His cock was out of control now and
his emotional reactions took over. She could do anything she wanted to
him... have anything she wanted... just as long as she finished making
him cum... now! He felt the hot waves of semen rush the length of his
cock, and he flicked wildly at her painfully hardened little clitoris
as he saw her sucking his cock madly, taking every drop of his cum into
her beautifully ovalled mouth! She sucked furiously, the pungent fluid
driving her insane with passion. Her cunt was contracting wildly under
his fingerfucking and she feverishly gulped down the huge load of cum
that he was ejaculating relentlessly now into her mouth. She swallowed
it all and reveled in the lust-gratifying knowledge that she had sucked
and swallowed every drop of his excitedly jerking young cock and balls.

Her buttocks began to jerk and gyrate wildly as Paul's fingers finally
brought her to climax at almost the same time he was spurting his cum
into her hungrily sucking mouth.

She was overcome by great waves of pleasure while she continued to
tenderly suck his now rapidly deflating cock. Paul was still jerking up
and down, his eyes glazed with never before experienced pleasure. Even
though he had passed his climax, he seemed unable to stop shoving his
cock deep into her hungry mouth. He never wanted the glorious feeling
that was engulfing his whole being to end. Linda was still nibbling
with her semen-glistening lips at his slowly deflating cock, and he
paused to watch her. He thought she was beautiful, more beautiful than
ever because of the pleasure she had given him... the greatest pleasure
of his life!

He spread her cunt lips and stared up into the soft, wet, shiny folds
of flesh inside her pussy that were still visibly throbbing from the
intensity of her orgasm. It was beautiful! She was beautiful all over,
and Paul thought the sight of her cunt walls pulsating so hotly
together up inside was the most lovely and erotic thing he'd ever seen.

Linda moved away from him at last causing his fingers to make a soft
little sucking noise as they slid from her cunt. She grinned down at
him and sighed. "You were great, Paul, just great! But there are some
things you need to learn, like licking my cunt!"

"But I wanted to, Linda! I wanted to more than anything, but... I... I
didn't know if I should!"

"That's okay, babe," she said in a soft voice. "We have plenty of time
for that. And I mean it, for a beginner, you were fantastic."

"Really" the thirteen-year-old boy asked almost reverently, "because
for me, that was the best thing in my life!"

"I knew you'd feel the same way about fucking as I do, once you got
started. You and I are going to have a great time around here, Paul.
Together, we're bound to find some other kids to play our kinds of
games."

"Yeah," Paul mused, stretching languidly out on his bed, a smile a mile
wide on his face. "I sure hope so! They really are fun!"


Chapter 4

Paul woke up with the sunrise the following morning feeling better than
he could ever remember. He opened the window to drink in the fresh
mountain air and couldn't wait to get outside to explore the area. It
occurred to him that the best way to do it would be on horseback,
remembering the dude ranch Tom had told them about. He quickly donned
his Levi's and boots, wondering if it might be a good idea to invite
Linda along. It would be a good chance to find out what sort of people
live around close and what sort of action he and Linda could expect.
With her looks and outgoing personality, they were sure to get right
into whatever's available.

He let his thoughts linger on her for a long while, drifting back to
last night. She really was wonderful, the way she stayed in his room
for a long time afterwards talking to him, convincing him that there
was nothing wrong or unnatural about what they did because the loved
each other. Paul was easily convinced, because he had wanted her for as
long as he could remember, and he really did love her in a way that he
felt he would never love any other girl.

He went into the bathroom to knock softly on her door, expecting her to
be still sleeping. He was surprised when she answered his knock by
opening the door, already dressed in her jeans and tee shirt, looking
radiant with her long blonde hair hanging loosely about her shoulders.
The jeans fit her like skin and Paul almost gasped as he eyed her
young, firmly budding tits jutting out proudly, with the little nipples
fully visible through the thin fabric of the tight shirt. He couldn't
keep his eyes from drifting down to the crotch of her jeans; the
material seemed to fit right up into the slit of her pussy. His young
mind was flooded with memories from the night before. "Hi" she greeted
him warmly, pleased by the obvious effect she was having on her young
cousin. "I thought you might like to go horseback riding with me... it
would be a good way to look the place over..." he offered, feeling
almost shy around her for the first time. After last night and the way
she had sucked his cock, Paul was beginning to see her from a different
perspective, a new, exciting perspective.

"Great idea, little brother!" she said brightly. "Wait for me while I
put on my boots. Oh Paul, isn't it great that we really are brother and
sister, now!" she said, smiling up at him from the floor and raising a
shapely leg in the air for him to tug on her boots.

"Yeah," Paul agreed, "I guess it is." He wasn't sure how great it was
being in love with his own sister; it was bad enough when she was just
his cousin, but he supposed it didn't matter, as long as they were
together.

They walked downstairs to the kitchen where Jean was frying bacon. She
gave them a big smile and paused to kiss them both. "Have a good
night?" she asked.

They chorused their answers in the affirmative, exchanging sly glances
with each other. As Jean bustled about, Paul blushed each time she
looked at him, wondering if she could tell that Linda had sucked him
off last night. It had to show... a thing like that would just have to
make a guy look different. His face grew redder at his own thoughts and
he found himself wondering what his mother's pretty red lips would feel
and look like wrapped around his stiff cock. He shook his head and
dropped his gaze in an effort to dispel the evil thoughts from his
mind.

"Well, Uncle Tom... I mean... Dad, showed us that dude ranch down the
road yesterday and we thought maybe we could rent a couple of horses
and sort of ride around," Paul said, wondering how much freedom his
mother would allow.

"That sounds like fun," she replied. "After three years in Texas I'm
sure you're both pretty good riders." She let her eyes take in her
son's lithe young body. He is so manly, she thought with pride. "When
do you think you'll be back?"

"Probably not 'till this afternoon," Linda explained. "We want to ride
into the village and try to meet some kids." The forward thinking young
girl wanted to be able to take advantage of any opportunity that might
arise... maybe have some fun with a young man. Or, if not, she thought
salaciously, she and Paul just might get all naked and find something
exciting to do!

"Okay, but be sure to be in before dark, will you?" Jean had promised
herself not to treat them like small children, although she wasn't
quite how one treated teenagers. They weren't children, but then they
weren't really adults either. She wanted to be so much more than just a
mother to them; she hoped they both would consider her a friend and
confidant.

After breakfast Linda helped her new mother with the dishes while Paul
took off for the nearby stables to secure the finest two horses he
could find. Within a short while he was back, riding a handsome black
gelding with a chestnut mare in tow for Linda.

"Well, here they are," he said proudly as the two women came down the
path to meet him. He felt very mature and responsible having arranged
the whole outing for the two of them, and he hoped Linda would be
pleased with the horse he'd picked out for her.

"Wow!" the young blonde exclaimed. "Paul, they're beautiful!" Linda
really didn't care what the horses looked like, so long as they got
around, but she knew Paul took it all very seriously and wanted to make
him feel good.

The young boy gracefully dismounted to gallantly assist Linda into the
saddle, and then, kissing his mother goodbye, remounted his own horse.
Jean watched proudly as her two young equestrians took off down the
dirt road until they were out of sight and then, sighing happily,
walked back up the path toward the house.

Paul and Linda took the main road a short distance to get used to their
horses and then, with Paul in the lead, cut off into a forest path to
follow wherever it led. The young boy was in heaven, he had never seen
more beautiful country and the clean, crisp air made him almost giddy.
Linda was also enjoying the ride and the scenery, as long as they
proceeded in the direction of the village, and she watched with
admiration as he skillfully led the way down the narrow, winding path
through the beautiful wooded area.

"It's really beautiful around here, isn't it!" Linda called out to him
from behind, beginning to enjoy the steady erotic stimulation of the
back and forth motion of the saddle between her legs. She began to push
her hotly throbbing little pussy forward to meet the leather pommel
while squeezing her thighs against the horse's sides, enjoying the
tremors that started to shoot from her excited clitoris through her
belly.

"Just let me know when you get tired of this and we'll get back to the
main road for town," Paul called back, surprised that the gregarious
older girl wasn't already complaining about the long ride. Even though
Paul was totally content to explore the forest, he hadn't forgotten the
original plan to find some new and exciting sex partners in the
mountain community, and it was for certain they wouldn't be here in the
forest.

"Don't worry," Linda called back, furtively pressing her tingling
clitoris hard against the hypnotically undulating pummel, "I'll let you
know when I get tired of the ride..."

The forest path was winding into the open road again and Linda was
disappointed as she felt her horse quicken its gait. She had become 
lulled, lost in her arousal and striving toward orgasm when the steady
rhythm was disrupted and she was forced to take the reins. "Damn you,"
she swore at the animal, laughing in spite of herself. Reluctantly, she
gave up on cumming, for now, and rode up beside Paul as soon as they
were on the dirt road that was wide enough to accommodate the two
horses side by side.

The two teenagers were talking and laughing together when they heard
the galloping sound of a third horse coming up the road from behind.
They reined to the side and turned to see a tall, blonde youth rapidly
approaching on a magnificent Arabian quarter horse.

He came up beside them, halting the massive animal and gave them a
wide, friendly grin. "Man, it took some running to catch up with you
guys!", he said, catching his breath. "I saw you go into the woods from
up on the hill over there and took off, hoping I'd catch up with you.
Finding anyone under a hundred years old around here is a big deal, let
me tell you!"

Paul could see his eyes wandering over Linda's curves as he spoke, and
felt a strange pang of jealousy. He gave a half-hearted smile and
extended a hand to the other boy who looked to be about Linda's age, or
maybe a little older. "Hi... I'm Paul Stevenson and this is my sister,
Linda."

"Jerry Walters... nice to meet you," the youth replied, shaking Paul's
hand and giving Linda a big grin. "Real nice," he added as he let his
eyes linger on Linda's sensuously juggling young breasts.

"Headed anyplace in particular?" Jerry asked.

"Not really," Linda replied, noticing that Jerry was tall and muscular
with a deep tan that looked spectacular with his blonde hair and blue
eyes. "We were just going to ride into the village to see if there were
any young people around."

"Take it from one who knows," Jerry said with a rueful grin, "It's
deader there than it is out here. Why don't you guys come back to the
house with me for a beer or something." He glanced meaningfully at
Paul, "My sister and I have the place to ourselves for a couple of
days..."

Linda broke into a broad grin and Paul felt a sudden lift at the
mention of a sister. "Sure," Paul answered for the two of them, then,
glancing toward Linda added, "Okay with you?"

"Yeah! Let's go!" she said enthusiastically, and the three of them took
off down the road in the direction from which they had come. Jerry led
the way off a side road and they came to a sprawling ranch-style house
much like their own with the added attraction of a stable and corral,
plus a large swimming pool. They unsaddled their horses and Jerry led
the way into the house, calling his sister as he entered. A young girl
of about fifteen came bounding in from the patio wearing the tiniest
bikini Paul had ever seen. Jerry introduced Cindy and Paul stood
goggle-eyed. She had dark hair and her shape was every bit as perfect
as Linda's, but for some reason, Cindy reminded him of his mother! Her
body was trim and full, with rounded, pert breasts and curvaceous hips,
and beautifully rounded buttocks -- most of which showed under the
bikini. Paul was already envisioning some wild, orgiastic sessions!

Jerry led them into a large game room and went to the bar that stood at
one end, strutting as if he were the man of the house. There were
several easy chairs, a sofa, and a pool table, as well as dart boards
on the wall. Jerry motioned them to the long sofa that was facing a
huge stone fireplace.

"Beer? Pot? Maybe some whiskey?" he asked, grinning from Paul to Linda.

Paul felt grown up and important as he answered for both of them. "Beer
will be fine."

Their young host came from behind the bar with four cans of beer on a
tray. When they had opened them and settled, they began talking about
horses, school, and the mountains.

"Would you like to see my horse?" Cindy asked Paul. He was flattered
and jumped at the chance to be alone with the girl.

"Sure, we could go for a ride if you want." he suggested. The young
girl glanced at her older brother and he nodded. As they rose Paul saw
that Linda was pleased at the chance to be alone with the older boy.

"How about another beer?" Jerry asked Linda, but she shook her head. He
had moved close to her on the sofa to retort quickly, "How about a kiss
then?" Linda had already decided that she wanted him and was pleased to
see that he was making it easy.

His strong arm went around her as he set his beer down on the coffee
table. He used his weight to force her down on her back on the sofa and
looked at her curvaceous body, thinking that it was made for nothing
but sex. Her bold eyes had already told him that she liked it, and the
young man decided that it was going to be one hell of a summer.

Jerry bent over her and let his open lips come to hers with tantalizing
slowness before he finally engulfed his tongue in her mouth. His kiss
quickly excited the already aroused young girl and Jerry was delighted
with her responsiveness.

"You have a beautiful body," Jerry said, running his hand over her firm
young breasts. "Mind if I get a better look?" He was trying to sound
worldly and casual, and Linda liked it somehow. His hand slipped under
her tee shirt to caress the warm flesh of her breasts and in an instant
he had deftly removed the tight fitting garment over her head.

He gasped as his eyes drank in the full splendor of her half-naked body
and his mouth went quickly to one of the already hardening little pink
nipples. "Christ! What a pair of tits!" he mumbled through his sucking.
He began to massage the other with his hand and then switched his
kisses. Linda was breathing hard and moaning softly as his tongue
licked over her hard nipples. She held his blonde head in her hands as
he nipped and sucked at her breasts. Linda wanted more, much more, and
Jerry was surprised when he heard her say boldly, "If you're going to
fuck me you had better get my jeans and panties off..."

The boy sat straight up and looked her directly in the eye. Then he
reached down and rolled the skintight faded jeans and soft silken
panties down over her gently swelling hips. His cock snapped to
attention, becoming suddenly hard and stiff as he looked at the sparse
little patch of blonde pubic hair which just managed to obscure the
swollen lips of her cunt. He quickly stripped off his own clothes while
Linda lay back watching with open mouthed interest as his large cock
leaped out of his confining pants, pointing upward from the brush of
blonde pubic hair. It was much bigger than any other she had seen and
for a second she was frightened.

"Wow! It's so huge!" she said in awe. Her stomach muscles twitched with
excitement, and she could feel the wetness flooding her cunt. She
really wanted this young man!

Jerry grinned and stretched out beside her, his penis resting
temptingly against her white, smooth thighs, and she felt her passions
come to a boil inside her loins.

It was just too exciting to put off any longer! "Fuck me now, Jerry...
right now!" she pleaded, her hand brushing against her pussy lips,
spreading them wider. She wanted his long, hard cock buried up inside
her hungry cunt and she reached for it, wrapping her small hand around
his thick cock-head and feeling the blood pound through the rubbery
tip.

The handsome blonde youth knelt between her legs without making her let
go of his cock, and Linda drew her knees up and draped them around his
hips. He stared down at her pointed, firm breasts, and gave her
complete control of his cock as he kept his hands on either side of her
shoulders. Linda could feel the drops of wetness forming on her pussy-
lips and she was already slippery and wet inside. She sensed that Jerry
was going to be the best fuck she'd ever had. He was handsome, young
and willing, with the equipment to send her to heaven.

Jerry knew that he would have to fight to control his passions, because
Linda was like the answer to a dream! He wanted to hold back his cum
until he had his fill of fucking her pretty little cunt, and that was
going to take a long time!

Her hand had steered the swollen head of his huge penis down into the
soft, fuzzy mound of her welcoming pussy. As if to tease herself, she
rubbed the rubbery cock-head along the slit of her pussy-lips, letting
it part the opening to her vagina a little as she gasped with
anticipation. She felt a huge wave of sensual pleasure sweep over her
as she touched it to the wetness of her clitoris and felt that she
couldn't wait much longer to have it all up inside her. She moved her
hips about to open her cunt as wide as possible while, arching her
pelvis slightly, she ran the huge fleshpole along the moist pink flesh
of her tight cuntal opening.

Jerry was poised over her, delighted with her desire and expertise in
fucking, and he too felt the rising pressure in his loins. He wanted
desperately to drive his cock deep up into her cunt, but he held back,
letting Linda have her fun. In spite of its wetness, Linda's pussy
seemed to resist the penetration of the massive cock, and she used the
fingers of one hand to spread the lips wider. The tip of the youth's
cock suddenly slid up inside the opening of her cunt causing Linda to
jerk spasmodically at the pain it brought.

Jerry could no longer stand the torment and tentatively jammed his cock
deeper into her cunt. "Oh God... Jerry! You have the biggest cock in
the world!" Linda groaned, enjoying the pleasure-pain that stabbed at
her cunt as he stretched it beyond what she thought it could stand. She
knew it was only partially inside and wondered if she actually would be
able to take all of his burgeoning penis into her hotly throbbing
pussy. As much as she wanted it, she felt a sudden feeling of panic.

The tall blonde boy gave her no choice. Not being able to wait a second
longer, he suddenly rammed his pulsing cock into her pussy as far as it
would go. He could feel the tip of it graze against the bottom of her
intestines up inside, impaling her all the way to the hilt.

Her legs shot out wide, jerking wildly in the air with startled shock.
She cried out with the pain and pleasure that filled her and her eyes
became glassy with lust and fear at the same time. It was much too
huge! It would tear her belly into shreds!

"Oh please," she begged, "take it easy! You're killing me!"

"You'll get used to it," he retorted. "You're going to love it!"

He looked down between their bodies and saw that his lust hardened cock
was buried in her cunt all the way to the hilt, their blonde pubic hair
mingling together in one fuzzy mass. He felt a surge of power as her
body trembled beneath him. It felt good to be filling a tight little
cunt like hers and he knew that despite her protests, she was really
enjoying it, and would more so in just a moment!

As at last the pain began to subside a bit, Linda relaxed the muscles
inside her pussy. It seemed as if she could feel every contour of his
huge youthful penis and as it probed the untouched parts of her moistly
heated cunt, she began to thrill to the touch with every move he made
to fuck it in deeper. Every nerve-end in her pussy seemed to be sending
lewd, salacious messages to her brain, and as the sensuous pleasure
increased, the pain quickly vanished. His throbbing cock seemed to have
become a part of her being, and she depended on it to carry her to the
very peak of sexual fulfillment. She was a slave to it, begging it for
mercy and release. She felt his semen-bloated balls slapping up between
her nakedly spread buttocks, and each slap gave her an added thrill.

Jerry had changed his pace now. He was deliberately fucking her slowly,
putting heavy pressure on his cock so that Linda would appreciate and
enjoy every bit of it as it crowded deep into her cunt, completely
filling it. He liked the solid contact his cock made with her clitoris
and the walls of her inner vagina. The thrill for him was constant,
whether he was fucking his cock in or fucking it out.

Linda felt as if the walls of her cunt were expanded to the limit, and
that every inch of her vaginal passage was being caressed by his huge
cock as it plunged relentlessly up deep inside her. The pleasure
branched out from her clitoris to the cunt-walls, and on upward into
her belly and beyond. Even the nipples of her breasts seemed to be
electrified by his deeply pistoning cock and her mind was filled by
nothing but the waves of joy she was experiencing under his magnificent
fucking of her openly spread young pussy-hole.

Her hips began to rotate in a slow rhythm that matched the deliberate
stroking of Jerry's cock. They seemed to be perfectly attuned to each
other. As Jerry groaned with pleasure, Linda moaned an instant
thereafter. She had begun to enjoy this fuck more than any sensation
she had known in her life, and she was not one to let any thrill escape
her.

Jerry watched the lips of her pussy stretching wider, engulfing the
last inch of his cock up into her wet, slippery cunt. He moaned with
the visual stimulant and increased his speed slightly, leaning forward
to find her cool lips and bury his flicking tongue deep into her
throat. At the same instant, Jerry wondered how it would feel to have
her take his cock into her mouth and suck it... nibble on it... lave it
with her tongue.

Linda was almost delirious with joy. This was incredible! She'd never
known anything could be this great. And the best part of all... they
were neighbors! It could go on all summer!

Her attention was drawn back to her now eagerly pulsating pussy as
Jerry began to tease her... letting only the spongy head of his cock
enter her vagina... then suddenly withdrawing it and plunging it in to
the hilt. He had to fight back the urge to just let go and shoot his
complete load of semen up into her hungry cunt, but she was much too
wonderful... he didn't want to spoil his chance of fucking her again by
a premature ejaculation. He began to change the rhythm and depth of his
lunges into her and Linda wriggled and jerked, trying to take all of
his passion-stiffened hardness up into her greedily working pussy.

Suddenly, her passion exploded so that she could no longer control
herself, "Oh Jesus! Fuck it! Fuck it, Jerry! Harder, harder! I have to
cum... make it cum!"

She was like a wild woman; she knew no shame, no guilt. Her cunt was
for fucking and Jerry was doing the best job she'd ever had! Without
realizing it, they were both striving toward the same end... to cum
together, after having shared full sexual satisfaction.

The blonde haired teenage girl longed to have his hot juices exploding
inside her cunt, filling it with the special delight that she always
felt when she knew she had been able to fully satisfy and excite a
male. Jerry, with the same thought, was actually proud to have been
able to control his cum until he knew his partner had gained every last
thrill from his manipulations except the ultimate final ecstasy. Jerry
had never met anyone quite like her. He was used to the coy type who
tried to make him feel like they were doing him an immense favor by
letting him fuck them when he knew the whole while he was probably the
best they would ever have.

But fourteen-year-old Linda was different. She was honest and
passionate, making no effort to hide the fact that she liked to fuck,
and he believed she was sincere when she protested that his massive
cock had hurt her at first. He knew he had a big one; he'd been told so
by women much older than little Linda. And now, he had this fresh young
cunt begging for his cum. The thought drove him out of control and he
began ramming his cock in without any thought of Linda's feelings. He
only wanted to ravish her, and if he could make her cum so much the
better... they had all summer to fuck!

As he relinquished control, his hot cum spurted through his thickly
jerking pole and began to splash hotly out against the walls of Linda's
vagina. As she felt the first surge strike deep into her, her clitoris
came to electric life, dancing and thrusting to gain the fullest
friction against his rampaging cock. She could feel the viscous fluid
seeping out, running down the crevice of her buttocks and covering
Jerry's balls. The entire area of their naked loins was soaked with his
cum mixed with her freely flowing cunt juices.

Jerry was in a daze from the thrill the young girl was giving him. Her
feverishly burning pussy seemed to suck his cock in deeper, and he
envisioned his cum battering the walls of her cunt. She was like no
girl he had ever known! There was never anything like her! It was as
though she was made to be the perfect fuck for a guy! The older ones,
the married ones, none of them could match her... it had never been
this wonderful!

Linda's mind was stuck on one track. All she could think of was what a
great fuck Jerry was! What a beautiful fucker!

Her cunt contracted mightily, pulling at his cock as if to empty every
drop of his cum into her. When he relaxed, she continued to contract
her inner cunt muscles, extracting the very last drop of reluctant cum
from his still throbbing cock.

Jerry fell on top of her in a state of near collapse, and Linda
gradually ceased her bucking, writhing motions. She had been fucked so
well that she knew it would take a lot of arousing to get her ready
again. She lay quietly, clinging to the youth's body, basking in the
aftermath of a perfect orgasm.

There were no words, just the heavy breathing of the two young people.
They had both drifted into themselves, floating mindlessly for awhile
on a cloud of satisfaction.

Jerry's now limp cock was buried deep in her pussy and he slowly raised
on his elbows and looked down into her lovely face. He was amazed by
the way she had been able to carry him away with her body. He smiled at
her, feeling lucky to have met such a sexual gold mine. She made his
whole summer! Slowly, he pushed himself up, his cum-drenched cock
hanging down limply as he got to his feet. He moved to the bar and
returned with two frosty cans of beer. Handing one to Linda, he eyed
her up and down and smiled. "You really are something, Linda
Stevenson!"

"Me?" Linda replied in mock surprise. "You're the one who was the best
fuck ever!"

Linda was in a sitting position, her knees drawn up so that her wet,
cum-flooded young pussy was clearly visible. Jerry's eyes kept darting
to it. He was fascinated by the long slit that was surrounded by fuzzy
blonde hair. The two teenagers quickly finished their beer and Jerry
moved over to the window. "Just in time..." he said mockingly. "Here
come Paul and Cindy... they look like they're in a hurry!"

Linda stood up to join him at the window, then smiling mischievously,
suggested that they hide and see just what the two younger kids were up
to. Jerry grinned and motioned for her to follow him. He went to a
hallway and she crowded close behind him so she could see what was
taking place through the narrow crack in the door.

Cindy entered the room and took Paul's hand to lead him up the stairs,
moving quickly. The bulge in Paul's jeans was clearly visible and when
the two had disappeared up the stairs Jerry turned to Linda and grinned
wickedly. "I think he's going to fuck her. Let's watch!" he said and
Linda nodded in excited agreement.

In their haste, Paul and Cindy had failed to close the door to her
bedroom entirely and as the older couple positioned themselves to watch
Linda had to summon all her strength to keep from bursting out in
giggles.

Cindy quickly removed her bikini while Paul struggled out of his boots
and clothes, staring all the while at the pert little brunette's body.
"Come on, Paul, hurry!" she urged. Her hands reached out, and she
almost tore Paul's jeans from his body. His stiff cock popped out and
Cindy's hand closed around it quickly.

Then she reached up on her tiptoes and kissed him, her pink tongue
darting into his open mouth. At the same time, she moved backwards
toward the bed and fell on it on her back, still gripping his hardened
young penis. He fell on top of her and she managed to spread her legs
and quickly locked them around him, linking her ankles high up on his
back in a vice like grip.

Paul seemed to be stunned by the feel of the body beneath his and her
full, firm young breasts shoved up against his chest.

He tried to look down between their bodies to see the dark thatched
pussy that was shoving against his burgeoning cock, and her entire body
seemed to send out lewd, little invitations of its own. He didn't want
to seem inexperienced, and he tried to seem in control. His thoughts
flashed to Linda for a moment and he felt grateful to her that he at
least knew what a girl's pussy looked like now. Soon, he would actually
feel one caressing his pumping cock!

"Your sister is in for a great fuck!" Linda whispered proudly, but
Jerry was too involved with the scene going on before him to respond.

Cindy eased her legs even wider and breathed, "Hurry, Paul, hurry!"

The young boy's hand went to his hard cock and he guided the bulbous
head of it into the inviting folds of her soft pussy lips. Linda felt a
twinge inside her own cunt as she saw Paul's lust-hardened shaft sink
into the girl's tight young pussy. Her sparse dark pubic hair barely
covered her little pussy and from where they stood, Jerry and Linda
could see Paul's handsome young cock fucking deep and sure into her
slippery waiting young cunt. The dark haired young girl arched
involuntarily, and her fingernails dug deep into his back as she cried
loudly. "Eeeeehhhh... Paul!" She ran her fingers harshly up and down
his back digging her nails in and leaving bright trails of whitened
skin behind them.

As though he were in a daze the thirteen year old boy began to ram his
rigid cock in and out and suddenly, while they watched, Linda felt
Jerry's hand go around her buttocks and one of his fingers began to
tease hotly at her tiny puckered asshole. She had become aroused by the
sight of Paul and Cindy and now, she felt the outthrust finger
penetrating the rubbery ring of her tight little anus and groaned aloud
with pleasure.

She pushed her firm buttocks backward against the invading finger, and
she turned slightly to allow more penetration.

The young couple on the bed were too involved with fucking to hear
anything and Cindy was beginning to groan loudly with pleasure as
Paul's cock fucked deeper and deeper into her.

Now Linda ran her arm around Jerry's naked body and grasped his hard
cock. She took it in her hand and began to move the foreskin up and
down. His finger moving in and out of her anus gave her a wild idea and
she suddenly knelt on the floor, her buttocks spread wide to reveal her
brownish-pink rectal mouth fully to him. She had positioned herself so
that she could see into the bedroom and she whispered lewdly, "Fuck me
from behind, Jerry, while we watch Paul and Cindy fuck!"

The handsome blonde teenage boy needed little urging. He knelt behind
her, quickly guiding his hard cock into her still cum-slickened vagina.
As he began to shove it in and out, Linda moved in counter rhythm,
grinding her naked buttocks back up hard against his pelvis as his
gouging cock fucked deeply up inside her open belly. Jerry became even
more aroused as he looked down and saw her heaving buttocks and the
mysterious little brown anus. He reached down and shoved his extended
middle finger into its smooth, rubb