LLP-788 FATHER KNOWS BEST by Susan Carter



PREFACE



Like father like son. Does the saying hold true also, then, if phrased as, "like mother, like daughter"?



What is the impelling force when a girl's mother is a whore? Does she rebel as the preacher's son proverbially does?



This book explores the generation of a family that begins with a whore. Perhaps the truths uncovered here are unpalatable. But true art reflects life. And unpalatable or not, recognition of life is necessary to us all.



CHAPTER ONE



Damn, Renee thought to herself, I don't want to do it, hut I have to. It's time the girl learned to go places by herself. I can't have her holding onto me all her life.



Her daughter Idrine, was an ageless looking youth, with long cascading black hair, dancing brown eyes, a pair of red apple cheeks, and a smile that lit up the world. Idrine was a little chubby, but that was baby fat soon to melt away. She had budding breasts smaller than hen's eggs which bounced excitingly under her blouse. Renee knew she would shortly have to buy her daughter a bra.



It wasn't as if Renee was sending Idrine to the far corners of the earth. There wasn't even a need for the girl to take a bus. It was just a walk through the park to her grandmother's. Still, Renee remembered what had happened to herself in that same park once and knew that sending Renee was an act of rebellion against her own fear.



Remembering so, she had given Idrine the riding crop.



"Listen," Renee said, "if a man tries anything, hit him with the riding crop as hard as you can and then run. He should be so surprised you'll be out of the park before he can think a dirty word."



"Oh, mother!" Idrine gave her mother an exasperated look, before admiring the sexy new figure that she'd just started growing. The mirror in the apartment foyer reflected a pert body that Idrine knew carried a strange effect on the boys at school.



Renee watched her daughter leave by peeking through the drapes. She chided herself again for being too protective, but the apprehension continued as Idrine stepped off the curb and headed for the park. It was late spring and the trees were all in full bloom as they had been when she had crossed that park, thirteen years earlier. It had been early evening when she had gone. How well Renee remembered. She had been eighteen-years-old at the time. She had been living on the other side of the park with her mother, Harriet Pembroke.



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"Just take this package to your Aunt Betty, across the park," Harriet Pembroke said to her daughter, Renee. "But be careful. When you get there, make sure you stay the night."



"Why, momma?" Renee asked.



"Just do it," Harriet said to her daughter. "I don't want you out after dark."



It was partially true. Harriet didn't want her daughter walking in and seeing how she made a living. Ever since Renee's illegitimate birth, Harriet had been on her own, and she'd had to prostitute herself to support Renee and herself.



Renee, wearing a light pink dress, took the small package from her mother and went out into the summer evening. The sky was first starting to darken, but the air was warm as she entered into the depths of the park. Renee wasn't too frightened. All paths eventually led out of the park, but she wanted to come out on the right side so she wouldn't have to skirt the edge of the park and walk any more than was necessary.



There were many bushes in this part of the park, and as Renee walked, she heard sounds coming from one particularly dense growth. Curious, she walked over, but saw nothing. The sounds, like a man panting, became louder, so Renee bent down and crawled between two bushes and there, in the center of the small copse, was a naked man. He sat on the ground with his back against a small tree. His thighs were wide apart, and Renee could see he had one hand gripping something long and hard between his legs. His other hand holding a cigarette, alternating puffing and jerking.



"Gee!" Renee said, coming closer, staring at the long, thick throbbing rod. "What's that?"



"Huh?" the man asked, startled out of his reverie. "What's what?"



"That long thing you're pulling on," Renee said.



"Oh, that's my joystick," the man told her. "My name's Larry, and I get a lot of fun pulling on my stick."



Renee could see he was a weird man, not much past thirty. He had slick black hair, a very thin body, and a long, pointed nose, almost like some kind of animal.



The truth was, Larry Hunter was one of her mother's "clients". Unfortunately, he had spent his money on some prime smoke, and as a result, couldn't afford to visit Harriet Pembroke. So he had spaced himself out here in the park, stripped off his clothes, and he had proceeded to start stroking his cock while continuing to drag on his cigarette.



Renee moved closer to Larry, kneeling down and peering between his legs. This was her first glimpse of a penis, and she had no idea what it was, or why it was used. Her mother had kept her in total ignorance where men were concerned, insisting her daughter be excluded from sex-education classes in school. As a result, Renee Pembroke knew absolutely nothing about penises.



Although it was getting darker, Renee could make out the long staff with the red mushroom on top. The mushroom seemed to be almost heart shaped, with a little eye in it, and the eye seemed to be weeping a solitary tear.



"Well, gee, this might seem like a lot of fun to you," Renee said to Larry, "but that part of you sure doesn't seem to like it. I mean, it looks like it's crying."



"Yeah, well, there's a good reason for that," Larry smiled, letting go of his throbbing cock. "You see, it needs attention from a girl. If it gets that, it'll stop crying."



"Really?" Renee asked, completely absorbed in the sight of the solid meat. "I'm a girl. Maybe I could give it the attention it needs, and then it'll stop crying."



"Gee, wouldja?" Larry Hunter asked.



"Sure," Renee nodded. "What do I have to do?"



"Well, to start with," Larry murmured, "you don't wanna get your dress dirty, so take it off."



Renee thought about it for a moment, and realized Larry was right. Her mother would kill her if she saw dirt smudged on her new pink dress. At Larry's insistence she also removed her undershirt and panties. After all, he was completely naked, and Renee reasoned he was probably naked so he wouldn't get any of his clothing dirty.



The young girl caught the tripped-out Larry staring at her. Even through the haze, he could see what a lovely tan body Renee had. Her breasts had not yet started to swell, but there was the promise of more than a handful, eventually. She had light tan nipples with tiny aureole. Her skin had no blemishes on it, mostly because she sunbathed on her roof every day, after summer school. Because Renee had no breasts to hide, she sunbathed without a top, but a white stripe across her hips let Larry know she wore the lower part of a bathing suit.



"Hey, you have something else," Renee said, kneeling between Larry's thighs and staring. "What's that funny looking sac hanging down under that other thing."



"The long, hard thing is my cock," Larry told her. "I feel all kinds of funny sensations in it, but it takes a girl to really bring all the feelings out of me. As for the hanging bag, that's my scrotum. It holds my balls."



"Why do you have balls?" Renee asked.



"My balls manufacture a special kind of syrup," Larry explained. "The syrup, inside me, causes me to have these funny feelings. It has to come out."



"Well, gosh, how does it come out?" Renee wanted to know.



"It takes a little time," Larry told her, "But I'll show you what to do. Then you can go ahead and do it. Okay?"



"Okay," Renee nodded. "What do I do, first?"



"First, you have to come down here and sit in my lap," Larry told her.



"Hey, I hope this doesn't take too long," Renee said. "I mean, I have to get to my Aunt Betty's house."



"Don't worry, it won't take long at all," Larry assured her. He reached out taking the little girl's hand, and bringing her down into his lap. She automatically wound her arms around his neck to keep from falling any further, nestling her undeveloped nipples against his hairy chest. Her head rested against his forearm, which he tilted back a little, thereby making her tilt her face up. And then he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.



Renee felt his lips clamp on hers, and thrilled when his wet, liqueous tongue wormed its way into her mouth and began playing around inside. She responded by slashing at this tongue with her own. It was an automatic response.



When his mouth pulled away from hers, she asked, "What's that funny taste in your mouth?"



Larry, elated the girl wasn't shocked by the kiss, held up what was left of his cigarette and said, "It's his, pretty girl. Want to try it?"



"Gee, ma told me tobacco is bad. I should never use it."



"This isn't tobacco," Larry assured her. "You'll like it. Go on and try it."



So Renee let him put the weed between her lips. She didn't know what to do, and waited for Larry, who said, "Suck on it, and when you feel the smoke coming out, swallow it into the pit of your stomach. It's fun, you'll see."



The girl sucked in the smoke and held it in her stomach a long time before it came drifting out of her. By then, it had already started taking effect. She felt Larry smoothing a hand along the shapely swell of her calf, to the back of her knee, lightly caressing her skin all the way. The tingling pressure of his fingers was sensually exciting to the young girl. She became tense, the cords in her thighs tightening as he touched them. Her breath began quickening.



Larry took a final puff from the cigarette, then threw it away, after spitting on it to make sure it was out. Then Renee felt him move his hands along her tender loins again, parting her thighs and massaging the flesh inside. He led her small hand down, to feel his big cock, as he called it. She smiled as her thumb and forefinger gripped the corona. Then her fingers slid down its length until she could feel his balls with her reaching fingertips. The scrotum felt funny with all its wrinkles and its hair. He had a lot of black, bushy hair at the base of his cock, too. Her own pelvis had the faintest hint of black down.



"Hey, what's your name?" Larry asked, kissing her lips again.



"I'm Renee Pembroke," she answered.



"Are you Harriet Pembroke's daughter?"



Renee nodded.



Wow! Larry thought. First the mother, now the daughter.



"You're a terrific kid, Renee," Larry told her. "And now we're gonna take care of that swelling inside me. Okay?"



"Okay?" she agreed, totally trusting. "How do we do it?"



"Well," Larry told her, "I'll do most of the work. I'll fuck you, and that'll take the hot syrup out of me."



"What do you mean by 'fuck'?" she asked, naively.



"You'll see," he gasped, clutching her girlish body tightly to him, running his hand over her soft, tan thighs, possessively moving his fingers over her bumcheeks as he kissed her. This time Renee's mouth gladly opened to taste his, writhing to the pressure of his fingers over her ribs, her belly, and the front of her thighs. The girl wiggled and writhed in Larry Hunter's lap, making him hotter with each passing moment. Now he was sorry he had started with the marijuana, because it seemed to dull his senses a little. This was why he had found it so difficult to pull off when Renee had stumbled onto him.



Mother and daughter had totally different bodies. To Larry Hunter, Harriet Pembroke's body, all white, plump, and round, had been the most thrilling thing he had ever known. But Renee seemed a totally different breed of animal. She was tan where her mother was white, except for the white strip around her loins. Her mother had dark brown hair, and Renee had black hair. Harriet, had immense, almost bloated tits, and Renee, still undeveloped, had no tits to speak of. Harriet's flesh felt like foam rubber. Renee's flesh was like smooth satin. There was no doubt the little girl was naturally sensual. Each little movement made her hot little cunt a bit wetter, and it caused Larry's hard cock to wildly shudder. Just looking at the young girl made Larry's breath wad up his throat.



Larry reached down and caressed her knees, and then her calves. Renee's marvelously shaped legs intrigued him. Her mother's thighs were a bit chunky, but Renee had nice, slender thighs.



Renee didn't know why she felt as she did, but it was all so strange. The puff of that funny cigarette made her feel as if she were floating, and she tried to ignore the tingling sensations of the man's hands as they roamed all over her excited young body.



Her own hands were touching him, smoothing their way along his shoulders, feeling the firm muscles in his arms. Renee had to admit she liked being in the arms of a man. She wondered why her mother didn't go out with men. After all, something like this was nice, and Renee was certain Harriet would have loved it.



The young girl's eyes sparkled with carnal desire. She looked up into the handsome face of the man holding her, and said, "I don't know what you mean by 'fuck'. But before you do it, would it be okay for me to touch you a little?"



"Well, yeah, I guess so," Larry nodded. "But be real careful. I'm very delicate there, you wouldn't wanna hurt me."



"Gosh no, of course not," Renee agreed.



Rolling out of Larry's lap, onto the warm, grassy ground, Renee got up on her hands and knees and crawled between Larry's thighs. She was glad she had taken his advice and removed her clothing. The grass and the dirt would have really stained her dress.



The young girl's hands gripped Larry's throbbing cock as she stared at it. It was almost completely dark out, now, so she couldn't see the waffling of veins running through his penis. But she was able to watch the way his red dome flexed, swelled, and oozed out another drop of lubricant. Watching it, she kept thinking his penis was crying for some reason or other.



"Poor cock," she whispered, her hot breath unintentionally blowing all over it. "It seems so lonesome and sad."



Her hands petted the penis, fondling it lightly, her fingers touching the "teardrops" and smearing them all over the shuddering staff. She loved the heated feel of the hard pole. The masculine essence rising from his groin had the young girl completely entranced.



"Ooooooh!" Larry gasped. "You have one nice touch. You keep that up and you'll drive me up a tree."



"You really like it?" the innocent young girl asked, her dark eyes filling themselves with the sight of his engorged penis as her hand continued caressing the solid, rigid shaft.



"You keep up what you're doing, and that cock'll melt in your hands," Larry gasped. "Ohhhhhh you have such great hands. I'll bet your cunt is even better."



"My what?" Renee asked.



"I really don't know what you're talking about," Renee insisted, still staring at his throbbing prick while continuing to caress it.



"I'm... uhhhhhh... talking about that sweet hole between your legs. You know, your cunt."



"You mean my vagina," Renee corrected. "What has my vagina to do with all this?"



"Well," Larry gasped, as her hand rose and covered the top of his shuddering cock, feeling the oily liquid seeping out of the eyelike slit, "when I fuck you, I put my cock inside your vagina."



"Really?" Renee was astonished by his reply. It was naughty to even touch herself there and what Larry was saying was even naughtier.



"Sure! That's why men have cocks and women have cunts. If a man's cock swells up, he sticks it in a cunt and keeps moving it around until the syrup comes out. And if a woman feels all funny inside, the syrup from a man's cock is usually just the thing she'll need to calm her down." Larry's pulse throbbed furiously. The burning ache in his cock was consuming his body.



Renee stared at the massive organ, wondering how such a thick pole could fit into her tiny, narrow vagina. There had to be a way, otherwise Larry would never have told her this. But the girl's little slit was practically writhing like crazy at the thought. Her tan little hand continued stroking the wet phallus, drawing the loose outer skin up and down. It seemed huge to try and force into her narrow vaginal orifice. She imagined the way it would feel, stretching her tiny hole open.



"Are you sure this is supposed to go into my vagina?" Renee asked. "I mean, it looks awfully big."



"Don't worry," Larry assured her. "It'll slide right in after I push it a little."



"I... don't know," Renee said, trembling a little.



"Well you can make things easier," Larry assured her. "If you lick it all over with your tongue first, and give it a good coating of saliva, it'll be nice and slippery, and you'll see, it'll shoot right in."



"Are you sure?" Renee asked.



"There's only one way to be really sure," Larry said to her. "You have to lick it and suck it."



Renee looked into Larry's spaced-out eyes. In the darkness she was unable to see the anxiety as Larry willed her to believe him.



Renee hesitated, and then driven by curiosity she was leaning down, breathing heavily, letting the air from her nostrils tickle his cock and ruffle his pelvic hair. The girl forced her tiny pink tongue out of her mouth and used it to flick away another "teardrop" as it came out of his penis.



Her action made Larry gasp and dig the palms of his hands flatly against the ground as he writhed and squirmed. The fact that he was conning this young girl into giving him head made the sensation even more intense.



Renee's tongue began circling his cock-head, washing it again and again as her narrow lips formed a circle and hooded the penile dome, slowly moving lower, pulling his stiff shaft into her hot mouth.



Down, her pretty little face descended, absorbing the man's throbbing penis into the heated depths of her tiny, narrow mouth, sheltering the pulsing glans, her pink tongue wickedly lashing. Renee's mouth worked hard against the heavy flesh, almost sensing the multitude of veins under his skin. Then, when Renee felt her head could go no lower, she slowly began raising her mouth, tightening her lips automatically, naturally, as if it was the correct thing to do. Larry's hot, pulsing penis was very palatable, and Renee moved her head up very slowly, reluctant to let go. Her tongue swirled its way all around the hard cock, and Larry's thighs tightened as the man gasped. And then her tongue was tickling the sightless eye, trying to tease out more oily "tears".



"No more!" Larry gasped. "Oh, no more! You do that again, and I'll shoot a wad into your mouth. Oh damn!"



Larry Winter gently tugged Renee's head away from his cock, then staggered to his feet as the young girl remained on the ground. He began staggering around within the little copse, and Renee stared at him as if he were a madman.



"What did I do wrong?" The girl could still taste his cock in her mouth, feel it, and she was afraid she'd hurt him.



"Wrong?" Larry Hunter giggled. "Wrong? Hell! You haven't done a thing wrong. You've done everything right. You got the oil boiling inside me, but we don't want to waste it."



Renee smiled, as if feeling all was right with the world. She was glad she was able to do this correctly even though she had never done it before. So far, toying with the man's cock seemed like so much fun. The girl lay on her side as Larry dropped beside her, facing her, and when his lips came softly down on hers, and his hand ran over her silken flesh.



Renee trembled. She felt his thumb and forefinger working on her small nipple. She had to admit she liked it, and a new, different kind of heat began filling her young, nubile body. She automatically raised one small, girlish thigh up over his body, her arm encircling his neck, and she felt her back being pressed against a bush as Larry rubbed the length of his fleshy hosepipe between her aching thighs. Maybe his cock did belong in her tight vagina, after all. Even if it took a little stretching, Renee was willing to bet it would be worth it. She could feel the heavy roundness of his balls rubbing into her creaming little crack, and the girl gasped, clinging tightly to Larry Hunter, one small hand running trippingly down the small of his back as she kissed him again and again, eager and anxious to experience what he had referred to as fucking.



"Oh gosh!" she gasped, when his mouth came away from hers. "I feel so funny inside, really. I feel like I want all kinds of good things to happen to me. Make them happen, Larry. Please!"



"Sure will," Larry said, smiling at her. "I'll be glad to."



"You're really a nice man, Larry Hunter," she practically moaned. She meant she liked what he was making her feel.



"Are you sure this is supposed to go into my vagina?" she asked, reaching down between her thighs and fingering his cock.



"Yeah, I'm sure," Larry nodded.



"I'll put it into position," she said, lying on her back and pulling him on top of her. "But you'll have to push it in."



"Sure thing," Larry Hunter was breathing too hard to answer.



Renee gripped the swollen, onion-headed penis and pressed it between the sopping lips of her small, fuzz-covered cunt. She took a deep breath feeling a sudden new tingle, then said, "Okay, whenever you're ready."



The man cocked his hips back and slowly began pushing his cock into her furry opening. There was a dull ache as the walls of Renee's tight, narrow vestibule began widening, stretching. Had she not been under the influence of the cigarette she would have felt the pain much more strongly. As it was, she could feel dull, throbbing sensations she knew were not pleasant. But mingling with the throbs were thrilling charges of fiery blisters. She was shivered shook, not knowing what to think or believe. There was hurt mixed with delight, and she didn't know how to accept it.



"Ahh!" she gasped, feeling his weight press down on her body. "It hurts a little. Be careful!"



"Hey, don't worry," Larry told her, and then she screamed.



His penile head was pressing against her delicate hymen, and Renee felt it starting to stretch.



"Larry, Larry, don't..." the girl begged. "It hurts!"



"Heeere we g-o-o-o-o-o..." he gasped, and slammed forward, piercing her maidenhead with his thrusting lance, sinking his cock all the way into her seething, girlish depths. The entire length of the thick pole filled the little girl's aching pussy.



"Oooooooh," he gasped. "This is great! This is really great! You lay there and I'll do all the work!"



Renee's head was spinning wildly, and a blankness began covering her mind. It was there for only a moment as lights twinkled on and off before her eyes. Yes, there was a lot of pain, but mingled with that pain was an intense thrill the likes of which she had never been able to imagine. And as the hard cock slipped from her interior, she felt the pain draining out while the pleasure lingered. When the throbbing penis pushed back into her, some small measure of hurt came with it, but overpowering everything was the thrilling sensation of driving pleasure.



"Ooooooh yes, yes, yes!" Renee told him. "That feels so good. Drive that wonderful cock all the way inside me! It feels like its going in deeper than just my vagina. It feels like its sinking into my belly. Ooooooh! That's terrific! And those balls, I can feel them tickling my asscheeks. They feel so nice. Yes, yes, yes, keep on doing it. Drive them all the way in with your cock. I want to feel your balls inside me."



Renee was continuing to moan as more and more pleasure filled her body while less and less pain filtered through. Soon the pain was altogether gone, while the pleasure continued shooting through the girl's loins. The amazing tightness of her soft passageway gripped his rock-hard penis, enclosing it like a tight, polyurethane envelope, with a natural muscle control the most skilled whore might never be able to develop. She could hear Larry grunting in delight, and was overjoyed he was still inside her. She felt thrilled at the prospect of bringing him the relief he craved, so his cock would no longer shed "teardrops".



If Larry hadn't felt her cherry snap, he would never have believed the girl was a virgin. Shit! He had to make sure she came, too. It was only right. Hell! He had intended settling for a simple whack-off, and here this sweet kid had come along out of nowhere, an answer to an unspoken prayer. Shit! he told himself, she deserved to come, too.



Renee whimpered as Larry lifted his body so she could move herself under him all the more easily. Her thighs were wide apart, cradling his hips and loins snugly between them, with his hard cock buried to its limit in her tight, teenage twat. She thrilled to the pressure of his balls against her perineum, swinging like a wrecking ball against the furrow between her white asscheeks. Renee gasped as she felt Larry slowly withdraw his throbbing poker from her sucking interior, feeling her lubricious pink hole massage the phallic weapon as it retreated. The feeling evoked in Larry's memory a vision of the girl's mother and he recalled how fantastically Harriet fucked.



Renee, for her part, imagined nothing, but simply lay in the thrilling sensations of the surrounding feelings as they tingled through her. She felt him flick his hips in a strong, decisive movement, driving his throbbing prong all the way into her tight, youthful cunt with a resounding smack, exciting her nookie all the more. She thrilled to the movement of his pounding staff in the velvet sensation of her sucking young vaginal walls, totally enchanted by the rapturous sensations he was pumping into her.



The girl found Larry Hunter thrusting furiously into her hot girlish chamber, his long, heavy wang riding in and out of her tight, seething pussy. He slammed into her body with jarring force, making her tight, cuntal walls grip his cock all the more strongly, as if holding onto it for some kind of salvation. Renee thrilled to the feeling of the licentiously bloated head pummeling its way in and out of her while his sperm-bloated balls thwacked against her perineum again and again as his thighs rubbed against the widespread cheeks of her delectable ass.



Renee purred, feeling a continuing mixture he pumped into her of heavy pleasure and light pain. The rubbery head of his flailing cock seemed to be battering itself against the tender cervix within her. Had it not been for the cigarette, there would have been the possibility of her feeling even more agony.



The girl could tell her torment was inciting Larry even more. She could feel him driving hotter and harder, hotter and harder, rotating his pelvis against her sensitive walls. And then, he paused momentarily, as if to allow the mounting pressure inside him to run off.



Little grunting noises of servitude began pouring from Renee's lips as she lay beneath him, thrilling to his every motion, totally subjugated by his ramming cock. Yes, it did fit inside her tight hole after all, probing into the secret core of her intricate, feminine depths. Her eyes were glazed over, partially with pot, partially with the rapture of the moment as she looked up into the harsh face staring down at her. She could see a whole series of emotions running through the man, and Renee wondered why he had so many feelings. She had but one feeling, and that was the total inundation of pleasure swelling through her girlish body. His hard cock tormentingly drove into her, building the sensations inside her beyond belief.



Renee strained her young self up against Larry's body, feeling him grind into her hot, moist flesh, desirously arching her loins up to meet his downward thrusts. She lifted the both of them off the ground with each arch of her anguished body, moaning unceasingly, thrilling to the rhythm of his hard cock moving inside her cunt.



Her strong, young thighs tightened around his hips, gripping him all the more surely. She was laboring up and down the length of his pulsing wand with her ravenously sucking girlish cunt until she realized they had established a mutual rhythm. Her young head whipped from side to side as she surrendered her body to the abandonment of the moment.



"Oooooh! Uuuggghh!" she gasped.



She felt his hand reaching under her buttocks, and then a finger parting her rectal cheeks. As her body passionately continued its bouncing, she wondered what he was doing with her young ass. The answer came a few moments later when she felt his forefinger search between her rounded ass cheeks, tugging them apart. She strained for a moment, trying to keep her asscheeks together, but finally yielded to the pressure of his hands and relaxed. Then she felt his forefinger drive forward, thrusting into the tighter circle of her rectum.



Renee realized she should have fought this, but she didn't. She saw the pleasure Larry Hunter was receiving in fingering her asshole and decided to allow him to continue. The finger wedged itself deeper and deeper into her ass, sending an additional current of salacious sensation blasting through her young, girlish body. And all the while she felt the thick, red-topped cock continuing to race between the tight, soft, sucking folds of her anguished vagina. Her tight little body undulated wildly, pumping up and down again and again. Oils from her fucked cunt seeped between her asscheeks and lathered into her asshole, moving with his relentlessly pushing finger. Renee shivered erotically to the taunting of his finger, and she squeezed her asshole tightly around it.



Larry was using the ball of his finger, scooping up some more of the heavy oils oozing from her tight snatch and rubbing it against her rectal portal. Her quivering asscheeks pressed back against the probing digit, responding more delightedly to the push of his finger. The pressure seemed to make the elasticized ring swell even more, causing the hole to become even narrower, and then Renee felt the finger simply pop in and slide in right up to the first knuckle. And this time her wanton ass, wanting to feel more of his driving finger, relaxed, letting him probe all the more deeply into it.



Renee could see Larry was going insane with the wild rapture building up inside him. She'd never seen a human being this worked up over anything. The girl had to admit she could understand why he was so aroused, feeling equally aroused, herself. Her delightful ass humped up and down, trying to drive his finger all the more deeply into her as she felt his sloshing pole drill itself into her creaming depths.



"Deeper," Renee begged. "I want to feel it deeper."



"That's as far as my cock is willing to go," he gasped. "It can't go any deeper."



"Your finger," Renee insisted. "Push your finger deeper in my ass. Please, please!"



Her buttocks lewdly writhed around the poking finger, and she could see he was stunned by her request, though she didn't know why. After all, it had been his idea to bury his finger into her tight asshole in the first place.



Larry had poked his finger into the girl's rectum to enhance her feelings, but he knew the most sensitive part of her asshole was just past the sphincter. He hadn't wanted to hurt the girl, and so hadn't driven his finger any deeper. He was understandably shocked to hear her beg him to shove that finger even farther into her sucking asshole.



As he pushed his finger deeper, satisfying the I wanton little girl, Renee felt Larry increase the speed of his stroking cock as it smoothly chugged into her pink channel again and again. Renee now felt the hot, buttery depths of her cunt sucking on I the man's cock, while the smooth, rubbery depths I of his rectum pulled her finger ever deeper.



The young girl skewered her splendid ass right back down onto the upthrust finger.



The digit searched inside her rectum as it rotated, sinking ever deeper into the hot, elastic depths of her seething interior. Renee's ass-channel seemed to revel in the unnatural presence of the poking finger as Larry rotated it furiously in the deep, soft, narrow cavern of her fleshy rectum. At the same time she could feel his driving cock pistoning its way in and out of her seething pussy.



A thin piece of membrane separated the two channels, and Renee could feel his finger touching his cock, with only that tissue of flesh between them. The exploring, seeking finger sank deeper and deeper, looking, searching, trying to build even more passion into the body of the tender young girl. For Renee it was the most thrilling moment in her young lifetime.



She felt the wicked rhythm Larry Hunter was using now between his finger and his thrusting cock, until he was fucking into her with a strenuous unison she never dreamed could take place inside her own body. Her lovely, tan thighs spread as wide as they could, allowing Larry Hunter total access to the ravishment of her girlish genitalia. She could sense the moving prick swelling, thickening, enlarging and growing. She had no idea what was about to happen next.



Renee remembered Larry saying something about the sweet syrup that was supposed to come from his balls, into his cock, then into her body. But how did it come out? Did it come from the same "eye" where she had kissed away "tears"? If so, did it seep out the same way the oily bubbles came out? If so, it would take an awful long time for all that syrup to come out of him. And it was supposed to feel good inside her, but how would she even feel it if it continued oozing out of him so slowly?



The slapping testicles continued whacking against her upturned asscheeks in time to the way Larry's cock thundered through her vaginal canal, and his finger continued poking through her rectum. Renee watched Larry sit back and try looking down where his penis was sliding smoothly in and out of her tight nookie. He was trying to see her swollen pussylips with the light fringes of dark hair covering them as his mind concentrated on the soft, girlish folds of her pussy drawing him in again and again.



Abruptly, Renee felt Larry tug his finger from her rectum, lean forward, grip her young shoulders, and then cram his cock back and forth through her pussy as if he were driving a steam drill into her. The man seemed ready to shatter from the excitement running through him, and Renee felt him straining, trying to hold his fulfillment back until she had attained her own youthful satisfaction.



He hammered all the faster into the girl's tight, virginal-no-longer interior. Renee's girlish hands gripped him tightly, not wanting to let him get away, because she was starting to feel something rising in her, as well. Her strong, gripping thighs opened and closed around his rocking hips as she heaved upward.



His throbbing rod, surged through her young body with the force of a lightning bolt, and only Larry's kiss kept her from screaming to the whole world. She jerked and twisted and writhed as the fiery thrill ran tumultuously through her little-girl body.



"Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh," Renee was gasping.



"You... uhhhhh... like being... uunnhhh... fucked, huh?" Larry asked, grinning sadistically at her.



Her heels wrapped themselves around his body and drove into his buttocks. Then she felt him sweep her thighs back until her calves were dangling over his shoulders and the plane of her tight little pussy was tilted up, presenting him with the full vision of her delectable crotch. Even in the dark he could see the shining pink split, glistening with her emitted secretions. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut as her teeth remained gritted.



"I... uhhhh... can feel it..." she gasped. "I... ooooh... don't know what it is... ahhhhh... but I can feel it..."



She moaned and gasped, then twitched as she screamed, "EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" before he could clamp his hand over her mouth to silence her. Her shriek filled the park, and Larry knew he would have to fuck real fast if he intended having a climax and getting out of there before anybody found them.



Renee felt her thighs being pulled back against her breasts as the sucking splendor of her pink cunt-slit was offered up to him to use as he wished. She bucked her genitals up at his loins with hard, bruising force, her mouth falling slackly open, her nostrils widening, an almost shrieking squeal oozing out of her as she slammed herself forward onto his thrusting pike, clinging to it as if her cunt had little suckers in it, ravenously milking the fucking penis.



Renee's thrilled, rapturous climax triggered Larry's orgasm. She felt her tight pussywalls close in around the throbbing penis as warm gushes of viscid delight flooded around his pounding cock as she bucked her genitals up at him with bruising force. Her body jerked and lurched under his, spasming madly, insanely, the inner mouth and flushed lips of her anguished pussy feverishly tugging at his throbbing cock, her breath laboring in short, spasming gasps. She could feel the wild twitches of his expanding cock in her cunt, sensing the fluid inside suddenly racing up the length of it in stimulating ecstasy. Larry's long, lean frame shuddered, stiffened, and then the girl felt the hot spurts shoot from the tip of his penis into her soft, anxious, receptive belly. Flood after flood gushed into her.



So that's how it comes out, she thought, thrilling to the sensation of the burning penis. She felt the gush pour into her tight twat, flooding her cervix, inundating her womb as Larry growled, "AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" and jerked convulsively again and again, repeatedly splashing more jism into her.



Renee was confused by the quick way he pulled out afterward. She had wanted to lie there and relax with him, but he tugged on his clothes and ran, so she got up and got dressed leaving the park.



CHAPTER TWO



Standing at the window, Renee watched Idrine disappear into the park, and she shuddered. The thought of her affair with Larry Hunter remained as fresh in her mind now, as when it had happened. He had planted a seed inside her, and that seed had become Idrine.



Because of Idrine, Renee became aware of how her mother made a living. Harriet felt it was no longer necessary to hide what she was doing from Renee, and so she merely sent Renee to her bedroom when a client came. But the grunts and groans were always reminiscent of the sounds Renee and Larry Hunter had made.



Hunter privately approached her, offering to marry her. Renee knew it wasn't because she was pregnant, but because she had been such a great lay to him. But when she turned him down, he began seeing her mother again, paying for it.



Although Renee was no prude, she didn't want her daughter introduced to sex via the girl's grandmother's livelihood, so when Idrine was ten, Renee moved out of Harriet Pembroke's little house and took her own apartment. Unlike her mother, Renee was a good secretary, and as a result was able to find a decent job. But because of her own experience, she felt it best to keep sex as deep a mystery to Idrine as it had been kept to her.



True, there was no way to shut up the kids with whom Idrine went to school, and so Idrine was not as ignorant as Renee had hoped. Still, the young mother fought to keep her daughter free from the stigma of that which had overpowered herself. Even now, Renee occasionally went out with men she liked and went to bed with them because her body still craved sex. A tubal ligation had been performed, and Renee would never have any other children. It was just as well.



Oddly, Larry Hunter, Idrine's father, had never married, either. He was still after Renee. And he helped Renee pay for the girl's clothing with occasional contributions, of money though they were few and far-between. Hunter had become a very successful accountant, and could afford much more, but he was waiting for Renee to marry him. He had never forgotten what a great lay she had been. No woman since, including Harriet, Renee's mother, could compare to Renee as far as Hunter was concerned. But then Hunter had been spoiled by a virgin, and he often wondered if the adult Renee could compare to that virgin he had once fucked in the park.



***



Idrine walked slowly, taking her time, in no hurry. The sooner she got to grandma Harriet's, the sooner grandma would toss her out. Idrine was fairly innocent, but she did know the meaning of the word prostitute, even if she wasn't quite aware of what a prostitute did. And she knew grandma Harriet was a prostitute. At thirty-nine, grandma was still going strong, and she figured she had at least ten or eleven good years left in her.



"Hey Idrine, where're you going?" a voice asked.



The young girl looked up and recognized Brian Wolfe. Brian had light brown, almost afro-hair, though his skin was whiter than a lily. More than one girl teased him about his delicate female skin, but if it was delicate, it was also thick, because Brian never seemed to hear them. He had big, soulful brown eyes, and a very slender body. He was wearing tight dungarees and an orange polo shirt.



If Brian had been a bit older, he would have frequented Harriet Pembroke's establishment. Everyone in town knew Harriet's occupation, even if she was listed as a seamstress. Now he was hot after Harriet's granddaughter, Idrine. He figured if the grandma put out, could the granddaughter be far behind? In fact, Brian had his eighteenth birthday last week, and he'd collected more than thirty dollars in cash. He was sure he could get Harriet Pembroke to do something for him for at least twenty five of those dollars. The thirty-nine-year-old grandmother was not a greedy woman, and it was known she always had a thing for young boys.



"Where I'm going is none of your business," Idrine said to Brian, walking right by him.



"Hey, come on," Brian smiled. "I'm a friend. We're in the same classes together. You can talk to me."



"You're like all the other boys in school," Idrine snapped. "You kid around about my grandma."



"Aw, come on," Brian smiled. "You know I like your grandma. Hey, is that where you're going?"



"And if I am, so what?"



"Can I walk with you?" Brian asked.



"I don't think so," Idrine told him. "If you're still in the park when I come back, maybe I'll let you walk me home."



CHAPTER THREE



Harriet Pembroke had been introduced to sex much more violently than her daughter. To begin with, Harriet's father had been carted away to an insane asylum before Harriet was ten. Everyone kept saying insanity ran in the family, and it drove her mother to have a nervous breakdown.



Harriet was not yet nineteen, her aunt Cecile decided it was time to have Harriet checked out.



Aunt Cecile was Harriet's legal guardian with her father in an asylum and her mother in a sanitarium. Cecile had a doctor for a friend, and this doctor ran a private clinic. He charged abominably high fees, but Cecile felt it was worth the money to make sure Harriet didn't have a streak of insanity running through her. So she signed some legal papers and one morning an ambulance pulled up to her home, and before Harriet realized it, she was strapped to a stretcher and being wheeled into the ambulance.



At that time, Harriet had a round, heart shaped, youthful face, with small, puckered lips and big brown eyes. She was well-developed for her age, with breasts already the size of oranges. In spite of the tragedy of her parents, Harriet managed to come out of the incident mentally unscathed.



There were two attendants in the back of the private ambulance, and the moment the vehicle pulled away from her house. Harriet realized one of the men was fondling her. His hands were caressing her breasts.



"Stop!" Harriet yelled.



"What was that, kid?" the second attendant asked. "Did I hear you open your mouth and tell us to stop?"



The second man was much shorter than the first. He had a two-day-old beard and a gruff voice. His long, dark, matted hair almost came down to his shoulders.



"When I tell the doctor what your friend here is trying to do, you'll both be fired," Harriet snapped. "He's touching me."



"Kid, you ain't tellin' nobody nothin'," the second attendant, whose name was Murray, snapped. "When you get to the clinic, you're gonna be unconscious. See?" And he waved a hypodermic under her nose.



"No!" Harriet shouted.



"Scream all you want, kid," Murray told her. "This ambulance is soundproofed. Ain't no one around here who can hear, anyway. And old Hyman here just does as he's told. Now you behave, and we won't shoot the stuff into you until we get to the clinic. Otherwise I'll have to inject you, now. And the worst part of that is that you'll be fast asleep while we fuck you."



"While you what?" Harriet asked.



"While we fuck you. You know, while we stick our cocks into you."



"What are you talking about?" the young girl asked, terrified.



"You'll see, kid, you'll see. But be smart, cooperate. I mean, we want you awake and feeling it all."



Harriet stared up into the faces of the two men hovering over her tightly bound body. The larger man, named Hyman, was staring as if completely hypnotized by the white expanse of Harriet's thigh showing clearly under her short skirt. Saliva was dripping from his mouth. Hyman was almost a hulk. He looked like a monster created by Dr. Frankenstein, with large hands, heavy jowls, and sweaty skin.



Murray, the shorter of the two men, the obvious leader, was undressing her with his eyes. Harriet could see that. What she couldn't understand was, what did the man want with her naked body? She could see the cruel look of anticipation on the man's face, his eyes glittering with vicious lust.



Harriet felt totally abandoned and was half wild with fear. Though she couldn't understand why, she did realize these men intended her some bodily harm. It made absolutely no sense. These men were supposed to be entrusted with her safety. If anything went wrong, even if they did use a drug to render her unconscious, when she became conscious she could still report them. But neither of them seemed overly worried.



"You just relax and enjoy everything, kiddo," Murray told her, rubbing his hands together.



Gathering her courage, Harriet swallowed, then said, "Just what is it I'm supposed to enjoy?"



"We're just gonna have a little fun," Murray chortled. "You're tense, nervous, overwrought. We're gonna calm you down."



"What are you talking about?" Harriet's voice was tight with terror.



Murray leaned over the strapped-down girl, letting his hands play over the smooth, round contours of her swollen breasts. Though totally helpless, Harriet did her best to squirm away. But the salacious smile on Hyman's face let her know they had her where they wanted her, and nothing she did or said would change their minds.



"Please," she sobbed, tears falling down her youthful, innocent cheeks. "Don't do that. Don't touch me that way. No one has ever touched me..."



Murray's face lit up with sadistic enjoyment.



"Hyman," he said, "we have ourselves a little virgin. Isn't that nice? We get to teach her all about fucking." To Harriet he said, "Relax, little girl. I'll be real gentle when it comes to popping your cherry. You just try not to move too much, and you'll end up enjoying the whole thing."



Murray began kneading her breasts with stronger pressure.



"Oh no, no," Harriet begged. "Please, please, you mustn't do this. I don't know what you have in mind, but I'm sure it's wrong."



She was piteously pleading with them, struggling, writhing, trying to free herself, but totally unable to do so. The canvas straps across her hips and shoulders were too tight. She groaned in protest as the larger man, Hyman, began forcing his meaty hand up between her clenched thighs. She struggled to keep her thighs together, but felt his hand sliding higher, reaching for the tender crater at the apex. In desperation, Harriet strained to clamp her thighs closer together, the grinning man forced his heavy hand deeper and deeper, pressing, stretching, forcing her tender loins farther apart. She heard him catching his breath in almost childish wonder as her strength deserted her and her thighs moved apart, revealing the pink nylon panties covering the hairless V of her pubic area. Though her breasts were developing nicely and her hips were starting to swell, the hair beneath her arms and on her crotch had yet to appear. In later years, Harriet would realize how sexy a bare pubis looked, and she would have electrolytically removed the pubic bush, keeping it as bare as it was when she was a young girl.



"Hey," Hyman gasped to the other man, excitedly watching Murray's hands pull on Harriet's breasts. "Look down here. She has a real pretty cunt under those panties. Lemmee take the panties off, huh? Is it okay?"



Murray either didn't hear Hyman, or he was too engrossed in rubbing and feeling Harriet's breasts to reply. So Hyman accepted the other man's silence as approval, and delayed no longer. Even as he continued staring at the way Murray's hands fondled Harriet's large breasts, his own meaty ham like hands slid down to her hips. Fires of lasciviousness burned in his eyes as the bulky man squeezed and crushed the full, rounded cheeks of her ovoid buttocks. Suddenly, with a strong impatience, he moved both hands to the top of her panties, gripping the elastic waistband. His fingers hooked themselves in the stretched elastic, and slowly began rolling it down the girl's trembling hips. Little by little he was peeling the wispy undergarment from her shuddering body. His hands shook with anxiety.



Harriet trembled and began jerking, not understanding what it was all about. Why were they so anxious to do this to her? What kind of pleasure could be gained from fondling her naked thighs? Whatever it was, it was terrifying, and she became wild with fear. The horrible truth was, they fully intended doing whatever they had started out to do. There was no way to avoid the fact that they intended abusing her. Her buttocks quivered convulsively as she trembled at the unknown fate in store for her. Though she still had no idea what it was they really wanted, she knew it would be something to make her unhappy in spite of what Murray had said about her enjoying it.



If only her father's mind hadn't snapped. If only her mother had retained enough strength to carry on. If only she hadn't been sent to Aunt Cecile's. If only she'd had the courage to run away from her aunt's home.



A hundred "ifs" rambled through her tortured mind, until Harriet was suddenly forced back to reality by the cool touch of Murray's fingertips against the heated flesh of her young breasts. He had managed to work under and around the straps, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it open. Now he was slowly insinuating his fingers under the taut material of her bra.



Staring into his face, Harriet thought the man's eyes were boring into her body as his hands continued massaging her breasts.



Glancing down, the girl saw something swelling in the crotch of his pants, throbbing, twitching, making the tenting pants move. And then there was a small, wet circle of oily fluid seeping through the crotch of his white trousers. Looking up, Harriet saw Murray's nostrils flaring with continuous desire as his fingers coursed over the smooth, silky softness of her bare flesh. Murray's breath came pantingly harder and faster, and the stubble-faced man suddenly gave a snort of impatience. He crammed one hand into each cup of her simple bra, took a deep breath, and roughly pulled them apart.



Harriet shuddered as Murray pulled the two halves of the no-longer-usable piece of material away from her young breasts. He cut them away so they would no longer impede his hands.



Harriet's full, young orange-sized breasts, round and resilient, stood high and proud, the nipples expanding into a long, thick hardness from the abrupt exposure. The stubble-faced man growled hungrily as his hands began caressing her naked ass cheeks. His fingers compressed tightly around the shuddering, upstanding nipples, squeezing them, pulling on them, making them even harder and springier, causing the frightened young girl to shudder even more. His thumb rolled over the nipple repeatedly, teasing it, making it turn from tan to a reddish-brown.



Harriet squirmed and writhed, still strapped to the stretcher, doing her utmost to escape the mauling fingers. She felt his fingers compressing all the more tightly around her nipple, and she gasped, thinking this to be the most humiliating moment of her life.



Both Harriet and Murray had forgotten about Hyman who had been fascinatedly sitting near the foot of the stretcher, silently gazing at the pink, pouting lips of Harriet's cunt. It looked so smooth, so helpless, so defenseless, and the sight of it made Hyman dribble. A thin line of sputum drooled from the corner of his mouth as he leaned forward, his dull eyes staring with almost evil anxiety. And then, as if the waiting was over, Hyman's huge paw leaped forward and tightly clamped down against her pelvis, totally covering her juicy split.



Harriet screamed again, once more futilely struggling, but unable to get away. She squirmed with all her strength, doing her best to evade the thick, wormlike fingers trying to invade her young body.



She didn't understand just what it was they were trying to do, but she could feel Hyman's thrusting and probing at her naked, defenseless vagina. She wanted to close her thighs, but it was to no avail. The licentiously wanton, bulky man gripped one of her tender knees and pushed it out to the edge of the stretcher as his other hand continued probing wildly against her sensitive labia.



Harriet stared at the man, wondering how such a maniac was loose while her poor, dear father was locked up. She could see the smile on his face when his probing finger finally seemed to find that for which it had been searching. She could feel the thick finger, as thick as a Devil dog, suddenly lunge forward, pushing the tender, unused walls of her vaginal cavern apart. Slowly, forcefully, painfully, the middle finger began easing its way into the young girl's dry cuntal slit.



"Ayyyyyyaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed loudly as the thick, almost bludgeoning finger shoved through her tenderness like a red-hot piece of tubular metal. Not only was the finger thick, stretching her vaginal walls painfully apart, but it was long, and it sundered her hymen with absolutely no effort, the nail literally tearing the small membrane to shreds.



He worked his finger even deeper, heedless of the blood pouring out mixed with the light film of oil he was stirring up inside her as his finger continued roiling about. Hyman continued grinding the manual digit around and around with absolutely no feeling of mercy as he fingered her painfully expanded channel. The helpless girl groaned and screamed, unable to kick or fight back, but she bounced her buttocks up and down as if her narrow cuntal passageway was on fire because of the man's crazed attack. The agony of her virginity being torn out of her was terrible. She had no idea what it was the man had done to her, but Harriet did know he had cut her, inside. She could feel the staining blood seep out as it mixed with an ever-increasing amount of lubrication. The girl's body went limp as the acute pain overpowered her. She lay back, her eyes half-closed. And that was when she realized Murray was aware of something being wrong. He turned to Hyman and shoved.



The thick, worming finger was suddenly snapped out from between the pulsing, fleshy layers of her tortured vagina as the shorter attendant pushed the other one to the rear of the ambulance, forcing him to sit on the built-in bench at the far end.



"Hyman," Murray angrily snapped. "I told you to watch out. Look, now. She's bleeding. You used your fucking finger to pop the girl's cherry, you dumb jerk. I think you've had enough nookie for this trip. You just sit there."



"Aw hell!" Hyman snapped. "All I did was finger her cunt a little. Shit, man! It ain't as if she belongs to you and only you. We're supposed to share her."



"You touch her one more time and I'll tell the doctors at the clinic you were the one to harm the girl. You have some of her blood on your pants. That'll be enough evidence. They'll start giving you electro-shock therapy."



Hyman looked down and saw Murray was right. His pants were stained, and Murray was just mean enough to squeal on him, too. This was one cunt he would have to sit out. But the next time he would get firsts.



When the ambulance stopped for a red light, Hyman got out and decided to ride up from with the driver. That left Harriet alone with Murray. The poor girl was sobbing silently, still feeling the pain caused by Hyman's finger.



Once the ambulance started up again, Harriet saw Murray turn his attention back to her upstanding young breasts. Because of the way the canvas strap pressed down on her ribcage, under her boobs, the tits seemed to stand even higher than they otherwise might have. She saw the man's upper lips curl with sadistic lust as he raptly gazed at the wanton feast spread before him.



Turning to the side, Murray rummaged in a small leather bag, came out with some cotton batting and astringent. He used them to wash the blood from between her thighs, pausing to dab a little of the astringent between her cuntlips to clean her out inside, as well. It was a painlessly astringent, but it did seem to stimulate her mucous membranes, and Harriet felt somewhat funny inside. She knew better than to bother struggling. It was a waste of time and energy. And she had a feeling she would need her remaining energy for whatever lay ahead.



"Now," Murray hoarsely rasped, putting the astringent and the cotton away. Harriet saw his cruel eyes wandering up and down her body, staring at her exposed breasts, then looking at her pink cunt -- which was feeling hotter and hotter. "I'm gonna show you something like you ain't never probably seen in your whole life. And I'm gonna use it to make sure we both have a lotta fun. We still have a half hour ahead of us before we get to the clinic, and I think we should enjoy the time as much as possible, don't you agree?"



In her despair, the young girl neither moved nor answered, but turned her eyes away, not wanting to look at his face. But she froze when she heard the zzzzzz of a zipper being pulled down.



Harriet almost screamed when Murray's fingers wound themselves in her hair, her soft brown hair, and pulled her face around toward him. Her eyes popped wide open as she stared, aghast, her mouth falling down in horror at what she saw. It was a long, thick white rod protruding from the man's open fly. She guessed it was a part of his body, but couldn't know for sure. She had never seen anything like it. And the rock-solid penis seemed to be hovering only inches from her face.



Lord, but it looked thicker than a Polish sausage, huge, and webbed all along the underside with heavy, pulsating, throbbing veins. The massive wand was a solid, rigid sign of Murray's lustful senses, and it was obvious he was becoming more aroused with each passing second. Drops of lubricant were pouring out onto the reddened dome of the rubbery glans, then stickily dripping down, a grim indication of the man's lustful state, aroused by the sight of her naked flesh.



Harriet's eyes wandered up and down the length of the man's torso, a pitiful plea for mercy filling her eyes. But one good look at Murray's face let the shuddering young girl know there was no pity in the man. He met her frightened glances with a cold, lustful stare.



"This is my cock," he told her. "Ever see anything like it before in your life?"



"N-N-No!" Harriet choked.



"Looks nice, doesn't it," Murray said, feeling proud of the length and thickness of his meat. In reality, it was not much longer and thicker than the "average" six inches sported by most men. But compared to the miniscule cock he had seen Hyman use on some of the patients they had brought to the clinic, Murray's penis was a monolith.



Harriet looked at the twitching cock, and sobbed. She knew he intended using it on her.



Murray chuckled, and then Harriet felt his hand sliding up along the inside of her soft, inner thighs. Her rumpled skirt was being pushed higher and higher, until he had jammed it back up around her waistline. A groan escaped her lips as she realized Murray was now looking at the same place Hyman's fingers had attacked.



"Oh no!" she gasped. "Oh please, no!"



Her body tried jerking back and away as Murray's middle finger stabbed between her thighs into the soft, sensitive folds of her tight vagina. The finger pressed between her inner lips, searching up and down for her tight, hot hole. He felt the slippery solution from within coat the digit. Harriet trembled as the wandering finger moved higher and pressed against her young clitoris. She felt her burning bud being massaged relentlessly, and she instinctively recoiled, clenching her asscheeks together while trying to clasp her thighs against one another. She succeeded in clamping her loins against each other, trapping his hand between them.



"Look, girlie," Murray said to her. "You make it hard for me, and I'll make it harder for you. Just relax, and maybe you'll even come to learn to enjoy this. I mean, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen... You have no choice. The choice you do have is whether or not it'll be pleasant or unpleasant."



"Oh no, no!" Harriet moaned. "I can't, I just can't. It isn't fair. I don't know anything about this. Why do you want to hurt me?"



Murray snorted in derision, saying, "I don't wanna hurt you, kid. I want all of us to have fun. Look, I sent Hymie away, right. I don't want you to think I wanna cause you pain. But there's gotta be a first time for everything. I mean, it ain't as if this is gonna be the only time in your life you're gonna get laid. It'll happen a lot. You'll see. So be a good kid, open up, let me start doing it, and you'll see, you'll probably like it. Most broads do."



Murray gave a brutal push with his shoulders, and Harriet felt all the desperate strength she had gathered inside her suddenly give way as terror flooded her body. She trembled and gasped as she felt Murray's middle finger slip into her tight passageway. Her interior was now very moist, and though Murray's finger was almost as thick as Hyman's, it moved into her more easily. She shuddered as she felt it slide in. There was more pain, but this time it wasn't as concentrated.



Harriet bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming as his finger rummaged as far into her tight nookie as possible. The pain was constant. Every muscle in her bound body seemed to reach the breaking point, and the girl could no longer find the strength to struggle. The fondling of her secret parts continued, and she trembled and shuddered, but didn't fight. It didn't seem to matter any longer. And this lewd, obscene man seemed to enjoy making her gasp and scream, stripping her of what little dignity a girl her age possessed.



Shuddering, trembling, gasping, Harriet lay back, feeling a second finger probe into her soft pussy. Her inner walls were slowly being stretched, enlarged, widened. There was very little pain attached to the movement of his fingers, and though her inner lips and walls could still feel the heated effect of the astringent, she couldn't understand what Murray was trying to do.



"Come on, kid," he was gasping, rummaging his fingers in and out, in and out, "don't you feel anything good? Come on! Come on! You gotta feel something."



"Please," she whimpered. "Oh please, stop already."



And then Harriet gasped as the two fingers which had been pushing in and out of her cunt suddenly slipped wetly out of her. She could hear the moist, sucking sound and realized she was soaking wet between her thighs. She stared forlornly, watching him push her thighs even farther apart until her legs hung down licentiously over the sides of the stretcher. Then he climbed onto the stretcher between her thighs. One hand was gripping his hard penis, and the other hand gripped the edge of the stretcher, keeping him balanced as he moved forward. She could see he was deliberately guiding the head of his hard cock between her widespread thighs, aiming it at their juncture.



For the first time, she realized he intended penetrating her young quim with that massive meatpole as he had done with his fingers. She could feel it moving between the full, fleshy lips of her taut cunt, realizing it was much thicker than his two fingers combined.



Harriet tossed her head wildly, closing her eyes with a shudder of horror as she felt the first, scraping contact against the ultra-sensitive, scalloped edges of her inner lips. Her breath stuck in her throat for what seemed like eternity. The pressure felt soft at first, but as her tender interior resisted, he shoved harder.



"Unnnhhh! N-o-o-o-o-o!" she screamed in pain.



Murray rammed forward again, ignoring the girl's fervent begging, flexing and tightening his buttocks until the tip of his throbbing cock slipped through the tight vulva ring, stretching the narrow, resilient, rubbery passage. Harriet felt as if her thighs were splitting apart inwardly as the unbearable pressure increased.



"Yaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she wailed.



The girl flailed her torso wildly around Murray's slender body as he pressed with all his strength to hold her down. The painful shocks of the sudden thrusting caused new strength to blast through the girl's tired muscles, and she writhed and struggled all the harder, trying to break the canvas straps that held her in the hope of easing the cruel pressure on her plundered pussy.



Opening her eyes, Harriet saw that Murray had an evil, twisted sadistic smile on his face, his white teeth flashing wickedly in the dim light of the vehicle. She realized he was enjoying the sight of her suffering under the cruel penetration of her helplessly naked cunt.



When the ambulance stopped for another light, a panel from the front opened, and a man stuck his face through, saying, "Hey, Murray, how goes it?"



Murray stopped the torturing pressure of his thrusting cock long enough to look up and shout out, "Too bad it wasn't your turn, Sam. This is one luscious little piece of ass. She has the tightest, sweetest little cunt you could ever hope to feel around a cock. Man! She is the greatest."



"Yeah, too bad," the one called Sam agreed.



"And she loves it, too. Don't you?" Murray asked, adding another inch of cock into her hurting, agonized passageway.



Harriet's only reply was a long, loud scream of agony. This only made the man called Sam laugh.



When the ambulance began moving again, Harriet saw a wicked grin contort Murray's face. It was a look of total wanton licentiousness. It was as if he could no longer stand kneeling between her thighs with only his cock-head and two inches of pole buried in her teeming interior. Seeing how utterly helpless and subjugated she was, he shivered with lust, wanting to submerge the entire length of his thrusting cock into her burning body.



He leaned forward, both hands on the sides of the stretcher, and his thick, rock-hard cock lanced into the helplessly struggling girl with no mercy whatsoever. The penis shoved harder, little by little urging its way deeper, moving with slow, agonizing fury into her helpless depths. The head of his thrusting cock seemed to push the moist folds of her vagina before it in velvety waves. The cock inched its way deeper and deeper, and then his hairy pelvis was smacking against her soft, bare venereal mount as his thighs slapped against her upraised buttocks and his balls rebounded from her perineum.



Harriet continued moaning, thinking herself in the most agonizing pain. Humiliation more than pain bothered her at this moment. Her hot, tense pussy felt as if Murray's driving pole had torn the interior to shreds. The thick, solid cock was sunk to the balls in her trembling white belly, and she could feel the vellicating hardness of his glans as it puffed out and tried reaching for her cervix. It didn't quite make it. Even so, Harriet's tortured mind believed a white-hot pole had been rammed into the deepest part of her tight cunt, and she was certain there was not on millimeter of its flesh that she couldn't feel. It continued delving into her, pressing outwardly against the ultra-sensitive walls of her vagina.



Murray lay on top of her, unmoving for the moment, his unshaven face directly above hers. Harriet remained just as unmoving, afraid to move for fear the pain would intensify again. Then she felt his hands grip the sleek curves of her soft buttocks, one in each hand, and he squeezed. His body began pumping back and forth, slowly at first, then with more and more speed. And little by little he began expanding the tight, wet passageway of her tormented nookie. Her tears of humiliation and shame continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and the funny part of it all was, she had no actual idea what he was doing to her, or why, other than causing her misery.



Harriet saw the heavy beads of perspiration breaking out on the man's forehead as he seemed to cram his thrusting cock harder and harder into her helpless body until their bodies solidly came together. The roughness of his white pants seemed to scratch her tender flesh.



To Harriet there was a total dull ache filling her body, save for the pit of her troubles, where Murray's intruding cock was plunging deeper and deeper. She felt the pain vaguely beginning to blend with a new, different, pleasurable sensation which seemed to become more powerful with each forward thrust of the man's penis. Her quiet sobs and sighs seemed to mingle sorrowfully with the man's moans and gasps of passion while her upstanding, quivering breasts jiggled in the air directly under the white jacket Murray was wearing. They danced wildly about with each pummeling thrust he slammed into the tender, girlish body.



As Murray rammed into Harriet, his hands continued squeezing her soft, round, white buttocks. She could feel his fingers playing in the crevice between her asscheeks, excitedly teasing her crinkled asshole while he continued to wildly thrust into her. His body had become a totally inhuman mass of pounding lust, working madly against the squirming, writhing female flesh beneath him. Harriet could feel his heated penis growing and swelling all the larger in her anguished body as he continued to sadistically grind into her with savage delight.



Harriet's moans became a long, siren like wail in the closed confines of the rear of the ambulance. He was continuing to pound his meat far into her, building more of the pleasant sensation while letting the pain fade. But his cock thrusts were so powerful, Harriet wondered if they weren't meant to cut her in half.



Tears continued cascading down Harriet's cheeks, moving down her temples into her soft brown hair. Her buttocks clenched together in a futile gesture, resisting his fingers. This made him thrust all the more deeply into her tormented pussy, and now the pain was just a vague memory while the other sensation, the pleasant one continued building higher.



"You like it," Murray gasped, staring down into her face. "I can see it. You like it, you really like it."



"Please..." Harriet continued, "what are you doing to me?"



"I'm fucking you, kiddo. I'm... ramming my cock into your, ahhhhhh... and sooner or later, ohhhhhh... lucky, you'll come."



"Unh... unh... unh..." she gasped with each forward thrust.



"You'll... annnhhh... know what I mean... ooooooh shit! I can feel my own load rising. Get ready... ohhhhhh... 'cause I'm gonna fill you with my cream. I'm gonna shoot the jism into you until you feel it in your throat."



The towering sensation was starting to build higher and higher in Harriet's body. No longer able to keep herself under control, she began bucking up and down in time to the way the hard penis was thrusting into her. It sank deeper and deeper, and the girl realized she was enjoying the sensations.



It no longer mattered to Harriet that the man fucking her was a stranger who had no business touching her in the first place. All the pain was gone, and in its place was the thrilling feel of lust. She didn't know what it was at the time, but she did know the movement of Murray's penis was what was causing it. And where she had wanted his cock to pull out of her, earlier, she now wanted it to continue plunging into her, bringing her the total fulfillment her body seemed to be promising her.



Her ass bounced up off the stretcher again and again and again, pulling and tugging on his hard cock, sucking it between the sticky walls of her sodden pussy. She was milking the hard rod, tugging on it, draining it of every last vestige of power. It hardened even more for a moment, and the last little bit of swelling was all she needed to send her over the edge.



"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, bucking and humping and hurling her body even higher, fighting the restraining straps to reach her own satisfaction. And then she heard Murray bellow, "HAAARRRGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" and the hot load of white sauce began pouring into her squeezing cunny. Any remnants of aches and pains suddenly seemed to fade out as the hot semen washed away all the hurt, leaving her with nothing but thrilling enjoyment.



When Murray would have pulled out, Harriet begged him to stay just a little longer and allow her to enjoy the pressure of his cock inside her. But as the moments passed, she felt it shrink, and then it fell out of its own volition.



Her tormentor lifted his tired body from between her trembling thighs. He sat back on the rear bench, tucking his flaccid worm back into his fly and zipping up. She noticed he used a tissue to wipe away any excess sperm on his pants, though it was difficult to spot the stuff, since it was as white as his trousers.



Harriet lay back, wondering what kind of clinic this was, where the ambulance aides could do a thing like this to a girl. Still, now that it was over, it was far from unpleasant. She could feel cool air rushing into her with a ticklish swirl, soothing the heated flow inside her as it came dripping out.



"You know," she said to Murray, "if you had been more gentle about it, and explained why you wanted to do this to me, and just how good it would all feel, we might have enjoyed it much more."



"You twats are all alike," Murray laughed. "Before, you scream your lungs out. After, you want more. Look honey, we're coming to the clinic, so I'll have to slip your panties back on and button up your blouse. Then I'll have to put you to sleep."



No one at the clinic had believed her when she'd told them what the attendants had done to her... until the fourth month of her pregnancy. By then, it was too late. And when she was released, after having Renee, Harriet decided fucking was her way of life.



CHAPTER FOUR



Harriet was sorry her daughter was ashamed of her. When Renee's pregnancy had started showing, Harriet had shown her daughter all the love and concern possible, explaining to her why she was going to have a baby. The older woman saw the mistake she had made in not educating her daughter in advance, and she had wanted Renee to educate Idrine, but Renee, as stiffly Victorian mentally, as Harriet had been, felt it was better Idrine know nothing of such thing until much later in life.



Though Harriet did nothing to encourage Renee to follow in her own footsteps, she was surprised at the disgust her daughter showed when Renee learned how Harriet made her living. She was also hurt when, on Idrine's tenth birthday, Renee had moved out of the house.



Renee made a decent living as a secretary, it didn't begin to compare with what Harriet was earning. She already had enough money on which to retire, but Harriet had taken such a liking to her profession, she decided to continue. The grandmother was never harassed by the police, though certain members of the force did visit her from time-to-time, for servicing. Harriet gave them her cunt, gratis. It was good public relations.



Renee had called earlier in the day, saying she was sending Idrine over with a roasted chicken. She, Renee, had wrapped the chicken up tightly in a small package. Harriet, who hated to cook, thanked her daughter, knowing if Renee didn't send things over from time-to-time, she would be eating all her meals out of cans. In return for the food Renee sent over, Harriet always gave her daughter and granddaughter expensive gifts.



Idrine was due over at four o'clock, so Harriet knew enough not to have any men around. She always shooed Idrine out by five, because that was when homecoming businessmen would start stopping in. Harriet usually worked by appointment, and handled as many as eight different men a night, an hour apart, giving each man forty minutes, thus allowing herself plenty of time to clean up for the next client. Her rates were considered reasonable. However the quantity of customers always assured her of never less than two hundred dollars each night, half of which she declared to Internal Revenue.



It was three-forty-five when her doorbell rang. Thinking her granddaughter had arrived early, the young grandmother opened the door and found herself facing Brian Wolfe.



"Hi," he said. "I was wondering if I could see you on some business."



"Brian," she chastised, "you know I work by appointment. Now if you'd like me to arrange an appointment, providing you have the money, I think we can set something up for tomorrow."



"I gotta have it now," Brian told her, taking out his wallet. "Come on, Ms. Pembroke. It won't take long."



"I'm expecting company at four," she told the boy.



She took money from boys simply because she couldn't let it be, known she had a fetish for them, but the truth was, Harriet would have fucked for any teenage boy -- for nothing. But if it got around she was giving her pussy for nothing, then men would be trying to make the same demands of her. No, she had to charge. But her rates for boys were much less than for men. Brian's handing her twenty-five dollars assured him of being able to do anything he wanted, whereas a man had to settle for a pipe job for that kind of money. No man ever got her cunt for less than thirty-five dollars. Fifty assured the man of two orgasms. Anything over fifty allowed a man complete leeway with Harriet outside of bondage and domination. She disliked whips and branding irons.



"All right, Brian," Harriet nodded. "But you'll have to be out of here in twenty minutes, understand?"



"Sure," Brian nodded, a twinkle in his eye. Twenty minutes was all he needed. He had never made it with Harriet Pembroke before, but there were a few girls in school with whom he had scored. And he had discovered he had amazing stamina. Not only could he outlast the girls, but he could wear each of them down in a matter of minutes. Since Harriet Pembroke was an older, more experienced woman, Brian figured it would take twenty minutes to wear her down.



Harriet led the boy into her private room, a room her granddaughter had never seen. It was brightly lit, with a large bed right in the middle of the room. It was a circular bed which one could climb onto from any side.



Brian had been after Harriet's cunt for a long time. But he was more interested in Idrine, the virgin granddaughter. And the path to Idrine was through Harriet, though the older woman had no idea what was going on in Brian Wolfe's mind.



Stripping down, Harriet let Brian look her over, and the boy audibly whistled. Though Harriet was thirty-nine, she took excellent care of her body, exercising every day. Her breasts, each now the size of a honeydew, looked as firm and as solid as any melon. The nipples were long, thick chocolate stems each protruding from what appeared to be a chocolate puddle of aureole.



Harriet's hair was always tied in a bun at the of her neck. It was still a rich brown with no silver threads in it. She would have let her hair down, but Brian felt aroused at the idea of fucking this older woman, made to look even older by the way her hair was formed, and so he asked her to leave it alone.



Brian hesitantly stripped down. With the girls he had never completely undressed, usually because he was screwing them in someone's basement, and he needed to keep his clothing on in case he had to run in a hurry. He was on the skinny side, though Harriet could see the boy was solid.



There was a mirror on the ceiling, letting Harriet and the boy see themselves. Harriet liked the idea of a ceiling mirror. It excited her to watch herself being fucked. And now with this young boy, who sent a rush of heat into her loins, she wanted to be fucked more than ever. Had Brian not been so young, Harriet would never have allowed him to come in at this time. But she was so hot for the young boy's youthful body, she had broken her own rule.



She lay on the bed, and the boy came over and laid down next to her. Her arm swept him close to her, and she was kissing his youthful lips. His mouth was wide open, and his tongue met hers between both pairs of lips in a headlong rush. Even as young Brian's tongue made contact with the roof of her mouth, she looked up and saw their close bodies in the overhead mirror, and felt more aroused than ever. Yes, she wanted to watch herself being fucked by the boy. Soon she would have his juices swirling around in her hot vagina, a pussy she continually exercised.



"Come on, Brian," she urged. "I'm more than ready. Come on and fuck me."



The woman twisted her lips against those of the boy, feeling him respond. She could tell she wouldn't be Brian's first lay, and in a way she was sorry. She would have loved to have taught him everything, her way. Even so, she would teach. She enjoyed the pressure of his hard, youthful body, and she could sense his young prick battering away at her thigh. For a young boy he was distinctly well-hung. The blood-bloated cock rubbed hotly against her flesh, and Harriet could see the boy was as eager as she. She was going to enjoy this boy, she could tell.



For his own part, Brian was intent on fucking this grandmotherly whore as she had never been fucked before. Being young and eager, he was also overconfident in his abilities.



Staring at Brian's well-endowed cock thrilled Harriet. It looked much larger than the reflection in the mirror. And soon it would be skewering into her tight pussy. She could barely wait.



Whenever she became involved with a male, Harriet became mentally detached from, everything happening to her. She knew it was all happening to her own body, yet she felt like an onlooker. Her hot, liquid pussy was ablaze with lust, and she could feel her bubbling lubricant sloshing out from between her labia and dribbling down her thighs onto the bedspread. When she wasn't looking up into the overhead mirror, she knew she would be looking down between her thighs, watching the boy's solid beef roll slide into her tight quiff.



The sight of the strong penis sliding in and out of her vagina excited her more than Harriet could recall. It always brought back memories of Murray, the ambulance attendant, and though she had forgotten his cruelty for the most part, she still remembered how good his driving penis had felt in her, once the pain had dissipated.



Harriet wanted that feeling again and again and again, and no one male would ever be enough to satisfy her. That was one of the reasons why she had become the village prostitute. She knew what people called her, and she felt somewhat proud.



She felt young Brian pushing her thighs wide apart, then he doubled her knees back until the caps were practically pressing into her bulbous breasts. Her hot vagina was open and totally exposed to the gaze of the young body, and the look on his face thrilled her. She could see how excited he was at the sight of her dripping gash, and it made her that much more aroused. Yes, she loved doing things with young boys.



"I wanna lick your pussy, first," Brian Wolfe told her. "I wanna lick it and suck it and bite it and drive my tongue all the way up inside you. I wanna see if I can make you come before you make me come."



"That sounds nice," Harriet nodded. There were almost no men willing to lick her pussy because it was constantly in use. Yet Harriet knew how foolish the men were, because she always cleaned her cunt out after being with a man, and it was fresher and tastier than if no cock had fucked it at all.



"And I want you to suck my cock while I'm eating your cunt," Brian told her. "And I'll fuck you another time."



"Okay," Harriet agreed. "I'll credit some of the money you've paid me for a future time, at your convenience."



The boy had spelled out his demands, and they were more than Harriet had expected, yet because he was a boy, she was willing to go along with what he wanted. But all through this, her mind remained detached from the physical action, and she felt a kind of hypnotic pleasure run through her, as if she were a voyeur. It would be fun to see how this callow youth could take her body on some spiritual journey through sexual nirvana. It would be a re-enactment, in part, of the many scenes she had played in this bed, only the boy was offering to give more of himself than most men.



Leaning across her body, Brian sucked the chocolate tip of her breast into his young mouth. His teeth sank into the vibrant, sensitive flesh, sending electric shudders coursing through the young grandmother. She felt delightedly aroused, basically because he was so deliciously young, and she clung to each marvelous sensation as his mouth covered her entire nipple, aureole and breast with hot, burning kisses. After a moment, she felt him start to slide his lips lower and kiss her ribcage. The boys lips worked even lower now, licking into her navel. Yes, yes, he was going to do everything he had promised. Harriet was the kind of person who always did twice as much for someone who did things for her. And since this boy was so avid to munch her pussy, she'd give his cock the sucking of a lifetime.



His lips were now pressing into her bare pelvic flesh. Her on looking mind seemed suspended in that instant in time; that moment of anticipation prior to the glorious pleasure she knew would definitely be forthcoming. His tongue was about to seek the division between her slavering labia, and his lips were about to plant oral kisses all over her seething nookie.



"Yes, Brian," she gasped, "yes, yes, do it, now. Kiss my hungry pussy. It's more than a pussy. It's a tigress waiting to devour your sweet, young mouth. Shove that wonderful tongue of yours all the way into my cunt, right now."



Her voice had taken on a demanding quality, as a teacher instructing a pupil. Her observant mind looked on her body as a totally different individual issuing commands, even though the vocal sounds were coming from her own mouth. And when Brian Wolfe finally slithered his hot, long, wet tongue between the soft, tender folds of her seething cunt, it was the voice of that other person who yelled. She felt the reaching lingual digit make contact with her simmering clitoris as it reached out from behind the membrane where it had been hiding.



"Aaaaiiiiggghhh... oooooh... aaaarrrrgggghhhh... yessssssss..." Harriet hissed out at the boy, sounding like steam coming from a radiator. Her mouth unleashed the wicked pleasures bursting through her womanly body when his tongue electrically collided with her tingling clitoris. And when the boy's teeth surrounded and closed in on the oversensitive nubbin, she gasped and screeched, her hands reaching out and tugging on his brown, frizzy hair. She wrapped strands around her fingers and pulled the young boy's face deeper into her seething cunt, feeling an entire series of mini-orgasms blister their way through her.



It was good, really good. It was more than good, it was great. It had been a long, long time since Harriet had felt a tongue caress her clitoris. She liked this Wolfe boy. It showed he wasn't afraid. And now that he was munching on her clit, she wanted more and more and more.



Brian sucked the tiny cocklike clitoris up against the roof of his mouth, using his tongue to rub the clit into his palate as his teeth sank into the delicate membranes surrounding the febrile organ. The boy's tongue worked around and around and around, moving in ever-diminishing circles, stroking wickedly across the seething clit.



Harriet was rotating her hips, rubbing her asscheeks into the firm, foam-rubber mattress. Her asscheeks moved as if receiving messages from her clitoral nerve center, which in turn was instructed to do these things by Brian's working tongue. She felt the boy running his hands up over her belly to gather and crush her full, rounded breasts, almost brutal in his handling of them.



Harriet responded by sighing and gasping, loudly. With some clients she did this as an act, but she wasn't acting at the moment as she tugged his face all the deeper into her frothing cauldron. His lips and tongue continued their driving assault on the simmering depths of her viscid pussy. The boy was making obscene sucking noises which carried throughout the room.



Harriet's head whipped wildly from side to side in total wanton abandon, and Brian's mouth opened even wider. The boy slid his tongue down through her vaginal groove, then slurped back up again, tickling her clitoris. Once again the tongue sank down through the hairless groove of her bare pussy, then slithered into the hot, steaming hole of her anxious cunt. It licked in, then out, then slashed across her perineum to lick at the crevice between her dimpled asscheeks. A moment later, the tongue was back, lapping through the hot, steaming cunt again. He ran his tongue around the elastic rim of her seething vagina, licking and teasing, making her inwardly scream for him to bury the lingual length inside her again.



Harriet felt the boy restrain himself for what seemed like an eternity, and then his tongue began wildly fucking into her slurping nookie, moving with the same speed a woodpecker uses to drive his beak into the bole of a tree. She felt Brian nailing his tongue hotly, wetly into the slavering depths of her clasping vaginal hole.



The young grandmother heard herself muttering a stream of unintelligible curses as the boy's tongue now spiraled through her frothing fissure. His lips sucked each of her inner labia, then caressed each of her outer labia. She felt his fingers moving up to the undersides of her knees, and now he was pressing her knees back until they were all but touching her shoulders, lifting her ass even higher.



Her vaginal and anal openings were upthrust and totally exposed to the wild lickings of his tongue. His hands came down and sank into the soft cheeks of her buttocks as he extended his tongue as far as possible into the searing temple of her inflamed cunt.



Harriet found herself grunting and sighing as she had often done when first starting out in this life. Attaining orgasms was something she had always found easy, even as a young whore with an infant daughter to support. Now, with this boy sinking his tongue into her vaginal pit, she felt transformed into the young girl she used to be. Not that she was unhappy about it.



From the time she first decided to become a prostitute, Harriet had always enjoyed life. She'd turned her back on her Aunt Cecile and had screwed the local judge to prevent him from issuing a court order sending her back to her aunt's after the birth of her child. The judge was so delighted with the way she had behaved, he had secretly kept her under his personal guardianship until she reached twenty-one. And it was he who had issued orders to the police not to get in her way when she had "gone public".



It had been such a long time since she had been orally fucked. The judge had been one of the few men who did things like that, and after him there were less than a half dozen. But here was Brian, making her grind her asscheeks like a teenage twiff. The pounding rhythm of his tongue thrilled her pussy, and the electric charges shooting through her body had taken over command of her dizzying thoughts.



Harriet's head was filled with a million delights as she stared at the reflection, envying herself for being able to see and feel it all. The wonderful reflection enjoying the same sensations as herself looked more enticing than any previous reflection she had ever seen. It had been such a long time since she felt she was genuinely feeling something new, different, and fresh. There was no doubt about it, the boy had a way with his tongue. Her inner emotions felt raw, exposed, open, and delighted.



"Oh Christ!" she yelled. "Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck my cunt with your tongue and don't ever stop! Yes! Yes! Yes!"



The hot, wet tongue continued boring into her vaginal sinkhole. What she felt from the boy's licking was total, complete, undiluted enchantment, and she wanted more and more, aching to feel every last little bit Brian Wolfe had to offer. Harriet could feel the oral digit slurping through her feminine cave at breakneck speed, her asscheeks twitching with each wonderful, thrilling stab into her fiery vaginal orifice.



And then, when she was at the peak of her enjoyment, Harriet felt the boy pull his tongue out of her teeming pussy and lick at her asshole. He lapped at the tiny, secret, puckered ring. Many men had fucked her ass as an alternative to her cunt, but this was the first boy to lick at her anus. This was a first for Harriet, and the boy's sizzling tongue sent sparks shooting straight up her spine, into the base of her brain, making her mind re-join her body and thrill to the fullest erotic pleasure she had ever known.



Brian's tongue struck out like a wild snake moving after its helpless prey. The oral extension licked against the tiny clenched hole, sending more sizzling thrills through the young grandmother. His licking was a constant flame shooting fiery rumbles into her rectum.



"Annnnnhhhhh!" the woman gasped, squirming and writhing with new, heretofore unknown thrills as far as she was concerned. No wonder men always trembled and shuddered so when she licked their bumholes. The sensation of contact -- his tongue with her anal center -- sent spasms of blistering electricity cloying through her anguished body.



Thrills crashed against Harriet's brain with the intensity of a mile-high tidal wave. Little by little the narrow point of his tongue was working its way into the tight, restricted area of her anus, opening it up so more of his tongue could fit in. The stabbing digit was worming its way deeper and deeper.



She was sure it was a good two or three inches into her, yet Harriet knew that was physically impossible.



The truth was, Brian's tongue was no more than a quarter of an inch into her ass, but it kept her at the peak of her frenzy. Her womanly body trembled beyond all control as spasms furiously rippled through her with currents of electrical pleasure, making her twist and squirm like some helpless fish on a hook.



Brian was getting a bigger kick out of it than even he had dreamed. To think, he was arousing this much feeling in the village prostitute; the one woman he was certain had been beyond feeling. Well, the fellows in school were certain of it, anyway. He had wanted to find out for himself, and that was precisely what he was doing. And to his wonderment and enjoyment, he could see she was a long way away from being beyond feeling.



Brian wanted to feel her mouth surround his cock. He had heard from others that she was so fantastic she could suck a man's soul out through his cock. She would do it anytime he wished. Of that much, Brian was certain.



Harriet's thoughts were concentrated on what the boy was doing, but she could see by the way the boy's ass was twitching that he was feeling tremendously aroused. His throbbing prick was probably hurting him by now, and it probably felt as tall as the Empire State Building.



Brian felt the pressure of his excited blood filling the throbbing machine, making it twitch and shudder, filling it with circulating passion until it seemed ready to totally explode. Shee-it! He wanted to cram his meat all the way down her throat so she could feel it deep down in her quivering belly. And while he was bringing on a major orgasm in her body with his mouth, he would let her continue to suck his pulsing dingus.



But Brian didn't want to come in her mouth. He wanted to come in her cunt and at the same time bring on another climax. He wanted this woman temporarily pooped. He would teach her that a young boy like himself knew more about fucking than most mature adults.



Harriet felt him stabbing his tongue deeper and deeper into her anal cavern, pressuring it into her until she thought she would scream. And then, when he had pushed the wriggling digit in until it was almost three-eights of an inch into her, he suddenly wrenched it free.



Twisting around on the bed, Brian positioned his pulsing, wet, anguished cock directly over the young grandmother's mouth. He raised his face from her anal depths, his saliva-covered tongue dangling over her bare pussy, its tip resting teasingly right near her clitoris.



"Now!" Brian Wolfe gasped to Harriet Pembroke. "Now you start sucking my cock like there's no tomorrow, got me?"



The young boy was actually ordering Harriet, and the woman smiled to herself. Let him think he's in command, for now.



Brian, certain she would obey his order, sank his dripping tongue into the furnace of her vagina again, feeling the boglike flesh suck his oral digit all the way inside. Her pussy muscles were so finely turned, she actually was able to yank on his extended lingual probe, pulling it ever deeper into her creaming depths.



Harriet was thrilled with all this. It had been so long since any male had actually catered to her body. True, there were clients who got their kicks from being forced to do things to her, but that was no fun for Harriet. This boy was willingly trying to please her, as if his own enjoyment hinged on hers.



Totally lost to the passionate licking tongue in her womb, she decided she wanted to swallow the boy's meaty cock all the way into her belly, and she would have, had it been feasible. In any case, she wanted to suck his dingus and keep on sucking it until her stomach was filled with the boy's seething glue. Her wide-open eyes were now staring at the boy's throbbing dork, noting how it trembled in anticipation of being sheathed inside her mouth.



As Brian's tongue sank into her creaming depths, Harriet shouted a thrilling gasp and reaching out, grabbed the boy's hovering pidookie. She held it tightly and yanked it, headfirst, toward her gaping mouth. Her tongue stabbed out, flicking at the cockhead and licking off the colorless brandy pouring from the slit in the shuddering tip. The hard, rubbery flesh of the thick head jerked and twitched as her tongue licked all over it, once again making Harriet realize she was in control of the situation, as she had always been in control of the situation, even when she had been a teenaged hoyden.



There was power in being able to control a man by sucking his cock, just as she had felt the power temporarily go over to Brian when he had licked her asshole. Harriet's power was in the dealing of pleasure, and because Brian had been able to give her pleasure, he had gained a measure of power over her no male had enjoyed since that first time Murray had raped her.



Lilting, tingling spasms were building in her belly, and she sucked with greater intensity as she felt his tongue drill through her junketlike vaginal center. Because of the great intensity of delight in her cunt, Harriet reacted with stronger oral pressure, licking Brian's hot, blood filled member as if it were a fleshy lollipop. She used the point of her tongue like a stinger, lightly touching the delicate corona here and there, making it wildly leap.



Then she extended her tongue like a support beam and brought the boy's hard cock down until the top lay flatly against her oral digit. Her lips formed a hot, round circle around the pulsating glans, and then she tightened them, making Brian gasp as he sank his tongue through the bog of her pussy.



This was the first time the boy was being eaten with such finesse. Now her oval lips sucked the red, rubbery head between them. Brian slammed his hips down as his massive throbbing tip began plugging into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. And then the thick glans pushed against the soft, pulpy back of her throat, and Harriet felt as if her flesh was accordioning back there and ramming into her gullet.



Her esophagus, used to even thicker penises, opened wide and tugged the pulsing member in as her lips tightened their hold on the bole of his pushing member. Her teeth edged their way along the flesh of Brian's throbbing cock as her tongue lapped and swirled around the expanding crimson cap.



She jerked her head back with her teeth still tightly clamped to the pulsing meat, and there were little white streaks where the blood had been momentarily forced away from the surface of his penile flesh.



Forcing her head forward, Harriet sucked the heavy rod into her throat, wanting to swallow even more of his rigid length. The strong, manly scent of his groin assailed her nostrils, making them quiver, and Harriet felt internally excited. She savagely rammed her face down along the length of his column of rigid muscle, plunging the head right back into her narrow gullet. She wanted to suck the jism out of him.



Brian thought her sucking mouth felt like it was filled with hot, melted margarine as his hard penis drove into the burning liquid depths to its full length. The pressure of her teeth on the outer skin made his testicles shudder with the need to release his churning semen.



The young boy's face pressed tightly into the older woman's slick, narrow corridor as Harriet wriggled and trembled under the workings of his masterful young tongue. She was reaching for her climax, and she knew this one would be a dilly. She could tell the boy sensed her orgasmic approach because of the rapid way he was driving his penis in and out of her sucking throat. He was as excited for her as he was for himself, which was another good sign. When he grew up, he would make some woman a fantastic sex partner, if nothing else.



The young grandmother's lips tightened all the more solidly around Brian's thrusting cock. Harriet was shivering with excitement as she realized she was on the brink of a glorious climax. Her hand reached up between the taut, smooth thighs around her face and cupped his balls, holding the twin marbles in the warmth of her palm. She massaged this latest prize, careful not to apply too much pressure.



The whore's lips were grotesquely distended and stretched by the rigid presence of the young boy's cock. Each time she took it into the hot, swirling depths of her sucking mouth, her lips folded in on the thick pike. Her tongue ran wildly around the bulbous head as quickly as possible, teasing, tantalizing, and stroking it into total submission, in the hope of forcing it to explode its white contents into her mouth.



The swollen cock became thicker as it pushed into Harriet's throat. The blood-red color of the glans seemed to drift to the thick stalk, feeling it swell to greater and greater thickness. Though she didn't know why, the young grandmother felt the need to make this boy spurt his seed down her throat.



Her fingers massaged his tight, swollen testicles all the faster, silently pleading for him to release his hot, sticky load. At the same time, her own belly seemed to take flight into an ecstatic dimension she had rarely reached before as her head continued its insistent up and down bobbing. She sucked the boy's hard, pulsing cock with more powerful tugs of her lips.



The orgasm in Harriet's body was almost there. She could feel the gathering billows rising inside her like storm clouds ready to explode at any moment. The woman was sure she would go completely insane if her climax didn't come shortly. It was so near, so near, and yet it wasn't quite there. Her head pumped all the more furiously, as her sucking lips tightened their grip even more. Her nose pressed into his groin, mashing his wet pubic hairs into his body as the young grandmother sucked with all the urgency in her passion-filled body.



Her climax was closer than ever. She could feel it building more rapidly now, rising higher inside her body. She was close to the point of complete crisis, and Brian, sensing her nearness to satisfaction, drove his thick, long tongue all the deeper into the seething pit of her succulent cunt. The hot, clasping walls tried clutching it, but his continuing flow of saliva kept the oral organ completely moist, allowing him to sink it in, then tug it out.



As the full length of his tongue extended itself into the foaming kiln of her burning pussy, her vaginal walls contracted even more tightly, pulling on his tongue, gripping it. And no amount of lubricating saliva could loosen it.



She had his tongue trapped as moans came from deep down inside Harriet's belly. Her shuddering vagina rolled with delight as the tremendous climax for which she had been waiting suddenly erupted through her entire body.



She crammed her pussy solidly against the boy's flushed face, surrounding his nose, his cheeks, and his chin with the folds of her outer lips while her inner walls continued tugging on his stretched tongue. Harriet's juices came spurting out and slamming into the face of the young boy, spattering into his eyebrows and hair, while covering his eyelids and cheeks.



"AAAAAAGGGGGGUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Harriet screamed, almost inhumanly, and the sounds of her screeches echoed throughout the room, reaching Brian's ears even though the woman's thighs were tightly clamped around them. She was coming, and coming wildly. He had done it. He had made the town whore come before she could make him come.



Every muscle in Harriet's body tightened, every nerve swelled, every elastic fiber in her stretched to the utmost. Her body was filled with fulminate of orgasm as sensation after sensation tore through her. Soaring, bursting fireworks exploded in her head and in her taut cunt as the screaming release flooded her vaginal interior with washes of hot, blistering fluid. And through the entire time, Brian Wolfe continued moving his trapped tongue spirally in the vaginal vise trapping it, building newer, higher, more powerful thrills in the woman's body.



Brian had tasted pussy before, but never one like this. It was a clean, delicious, hairless cunt like this one that made him want to eat more and more. Like a starving animal he ravenously ate the slavering pussy, feeling his own cock continuing to push through the woman's mouth, working up and down as her tongue automatically continued massaging it all around.



Because her climax felt so overpowering, Harriet's lips released the powerful hold they'd had on Brian's cock. The boy, sensing this, tugged his penis from between the woman's sucking lips, while lifting his face from the steaming trough between her thighs. He whirled around and planted his thighs between those of the young grandmother.



She was too weak to resist him at the moment, still in the throes of her towering orgasm. Brian drew the woman's body close to his, moving his hands down to encase her rounded buttocks in his palms, pulling her wide-open, hairless pussy towards his quivering cock. While she was still recovering from her first towering climax, he intended bringing on another. That would whack her out, for a little while, anyway.



Harriet winced as the rubbery point of his penis pressed between the curtains of her fleshy cuntlips. The hard, stiff, driving pole eased between her labia, and the crinkled inner lips seemed to cling tenaciously to the massive meat, much the way they had gripped his tongue, moments earlier. But the young grandmother, unable to resist at this moment, rotated her hips, her pulsing vaginal folds swirling around his poised cock. Then she felt the young boy lunge forward, driving his hard prong into the sensitive depths of her thrilled nookie.



"Ahhhhhh... uhhhhhhmmmmmm..." she sighed as the tight membranes in her vaginal container closed around the thrusting pole like a custom-made condom.



Harriet continued pressing her surging loins eagerly up toward him, her tight, confining depths easily sucking him deeper. She thrilled to the solid way he thrust into her until the blood-engorged head bounced off the narrower vestibule of her cervical opening, while his tight, young balls barely swayed against the straining moons of her white, womanly asscheeks. She felt the boy flex his thick, masculine flesh inside her, and it felt as if it would inflate until her entire belly was bloated with his masculine probe.



"Ohhhhhh Godddddd!" the young boy moaned, savagely rotating his hips, grinding his cock all the more deeply into her, raising her pelvis off the bed. She was moaning incessantly now, whimpering with frenzied abandon, amazed such a young boy could be so knowing.



"Yessssss..." she gasped. "That feels wonderful. Hurry now, hurry! Make me come again."



She closed her thighs around his young, flat hips, kicking his ass with her heels, forcing his hard cock even deeper into her churning depths. Harriet could feel his throbbing wang working its way around and around in her tight quim, establishing a quick rhythm as he began pounding his penis back and forth inside her. And Harriet responded with wild, crushing spasms of her own, making the boy realize the tremendous difference between this fantastic woman and the few young, inexperienced girls he had known.



Brian felt gratified to know his cock was equally effective with her and thrilled, watching her head chum all over the pillow beneath while her body shone with a coat of perspiration. Her breasts heaved, and she was gasping, letting him know her second climax was there, ready and waiting to come out of her. Christ! The woman's capacity to come was amazing. And it was a damn good thing, because Brian realized he was on the brink, too. A guy could hold back just so long.



Harriet felt the boy increasing his speed as his buttocks rose and fell, slamming his throbbing meat into her creaming depths, drubbing her harder and harder.



She clung tightly to him with her smooth thighs and long legs, fastening them around the boy as if they were tentacles with grippers. Her hot cunt seemed to suck on his male bone right at the base until their bodies seemed hinged at their fulcrums.



Harriet's knees were drawn up now and spread somewhat wider apart, the plane of her open loins forming an altar for his battering pelvis to cling to. She slammed her anxious nookie solidly against him, fucking as wantonly as she could, knowing he was going to come, striving for her second climax at the same time. A continuing scream of wordless utterings streamed forth from between clamped lips.



"UUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHH... AAARRRGGGHHH... EEEYYYAAAHHH... I'M... OOOOOOHHHHHH... COMMMIIINNNGGGUUUGGGHHH!!!"



With a deep, half human series of gasps, her entire body began to uncontrollably shudder as spastic tremblings convulsed her womanly frame. Her face contorted with pure lust as she released a warm, flooding bath of her own orgasmic fluid around the boy's bloated organ. And then the avalanche of sperm came tumbling from the boy's cock as he yelled, "AAAAOWWWAAAGGGHHH!"



Harriet felt the boiling hot liquid stream into her cavernous depths in throbbing cannon blasts of creamy, frothing masculine sperm. She felt his young pelvis continuing to pump as if on "automatic". He rammed without restraint into her welcoming pussy, his penis slowly deflating like a balloon with the air being let out.



The dual orgasm was something Harriet hadn't experienced in her entire life; at least not with such overpowering strength. True, she almost always came with each of her clients, but there was always an hour's rest between each explosion. This time, there had been less than five minutes. And she felt her strength literally drain out of her. For the moment she was totally helpless. And as she felt the boy sprawl on top of her, she was certain he was just as helpless. A moment later she was asleep, and would remain that way for a little while.



But young Brian, after an initial collapse, felt the strength surging back into his body. He lifted himself off the sleeping woman and smiled. Things were working out much better than he expected. Going to a closet, he found a negligee belonging to the young grandmother and slipped it on. He also found a towel cap which he wrapped around his head, as if trying to dry his hair. Then he left the room, shutting the door, and went to the other bedroom, the one Harriet used strictly for sleeping. He pulled back the covers of the bed, climbed in, and waited. He knew Idrine would be along very shortly.



CHAPTER FIVE



Idrine loved the park. She loved the smells of the fresh spring grass and the new flowers. The park was larger now, than when her mother had been seduced in it.



Two more blocks of houses had been torn down so the park could be enlarged, and in the heart of the park was a small amusement center. There was the usual carousel for the kiddies, and some slides, swings, and even a small whip. But what Idrine liked most of all was the shooting gallery. All the rifles had chains on them to prevent anyone from accidentally pointing them outside the gallery. There were twenty-two caliber rifles used for the most part, though there were also one or two air rifles. The air rifles fired BBs, but because of the pressure built up in them, they each had a slight kick.



Idrine had always wanted to fire one of the rifles, but her mother had forbidden it. She stood staring at the shooting gallery -- at the moving ducks, the flickering candles, the swinging pendulum, and the multitude of targets that merely sat there, unmoving.



"Like to try shooting a rifle?" a voice asked.



Turning, Idrine saw Larry Hunter, standing next to her. Her hand had tightened on the red riding crop she'd held when he had first spoken, recognizing him, she relaxed her grip. She had no idea Larry was her father, though he was well aware she was his daughter. And perhaps it was this incestuous flame in him that made him feel more attracted to her than ever. He still loved her mother, and would have given half his fortune to marry the woman, but Renee still continued to refuse him. Yet he felt an equally strong lust for his daughter.



The girl looked a lot like her mother in many ways, though Idrine's skin was much lighter than Renee's. Renee continued tanning herself every spring, summer, and fall, which explained why she was always dark. Idrine didn't share her mother's passion for the sun, and as a result had flesh as white and clear as her grandmother's.



"Boy I sure would like to try a rifle," Idrine told the thirty-five-year-old man. "But my mother says I should keep away from guns."



"For the most part your mother is right," Larry told her. "But a little target practice with an air rifle shouldn't corrupt you too much."



The same hot blood that coursed through Harriet and Renee Pembroke circulated through Idrine's blood vessels. Though she was almost as naive about sex as her mother and grandmother had been at her age. She found herself strongly attracted to this man who would occasionally come up to the apartment she shared with her mother and give her mother money. Idrine knew her mother wasn't being paid for doing the same things her grandmother did with men -- whatever that was -- because Renee refused to allow herself to be alone with Larry Hunter. Renee was still strongly attracted to the man, and she knew she would succumb to his desire for her if Idrine weren't in the room, simply because she had a strong desire for him. Idrine had no idea why this man brought money to her mother, but she was glad he did, because each time he did so, it meant a new coat, a new dress, or new shoes for herself.



"Come on," Hunter told her, "I'll let you take some shots with one of the air rifles."



"Gee, I don't know..."



"Hey," he laughed nervously, feeling the heat building higher in his body. "It's all right. I own the shooting gallery. It's one of my many investments. It's all free. Come on."



Idrine shrugged. Why not! It would only take a few minutes away from the time she needed to get to her grandmother's house. She walked up to the counter of the gallery. On the other side a balding man Larry Hunter addressed as Phil loaded up an air rifle for the girl, pumping it up and handed the rifle to Idrine.



Larry stood directly behind his daughter, pressing his body against hers, helping her to hold the rifle, feeling the smooth curve of her buttocks fit against his thighs. He trembled, and so did Idrine. She could feel her natural father's hard penis rubbing against her through the layers of clothing they wore.



"Now," Hunter told her, "you just pick out a target, then look through the sights at the top of the barrel. Line the sight up with the target, then squeeze the trigger slowly..."



Idrine felt more and more excited with the pressure of her father's penis pressing solidly against her rectal cheeks. She found it difficult to concentrate, and though she had the rifle sights on target, she was completely unprepared for the kick when she squeezed the trigger. It sent her back into her father, and she could feel the shuddering cock rub even harder against her asscheeks.



"Relax," Larry Hunter said to her, "it's all right. The rifle kicked a little, that's all. Don't be so shaken up."



He guided her to the rear of the shooting gallery where there was a small door. He opened the door and led her inside. A small cot lay against one wall of a small, bare room. There was a sink built into another wall, and one lone wooden chair.



Hunter locked the door, while with his other hand he held Idrine close to him. She was leaning with her back against his front. Unlike her mother and grandmother, she did discuss sex to some extent with the girls in her class, and it dawned on her just what it was she was feeling.



The knowledge that a man's cock was pressing against her made her tremble even more. She put the package and riding crop she had brought with her down on the nearby chair, but still shivered.



Idrine's breath came in short spasms as she trembled in the man's encircling arms. She could feel the roughness of his slacks and the same roughness of his jacket as it rubbed against her blouse. Her soft flesh, where the rifle had pressed into her shoulder enjoyed the touch of his kneading fingers.



Larry's hand was slowly enlarging the circles until she felt his fingers touch the slowly rising slope of her tiny, lemon-sized breast. She shuddered violently as his fingers teased her flesh under her blouse, and then she gasped, almost as if in pain, slamming her deeply furrowed asscheeks back as hard as she could against the man's thick penis.



She felt him yield to a sudden irresistible urge as his hand moved further down, rubbing the tiny nubbin protruding from the small swell of her young tit. His hand closed around the firm, supple flesh.



Idrine gasped, feeling his fingers softly knead her nipple. He made indentations into the flesh under her blouse, and she could feel the heat of his hand through the material. His palm slowly ran up and down against the nipple.



When he gripped her nipple between a thumb and forefinger, the girl gasped again.



She should have taken his hand away. She knew that. But the young girl was enjoying it all so much, all she did was sigh and moan, rubbing her full, resilient buttocks back against the throbbing prick in harder, smaller circles, feeling the cloth of his trousers annoyingly block her from feeling the full thickness and solidity of his hard cock. Yes, she knew it was a cock. All the girls in school called it that, among other things.



Why she did it, the young girl would never know, but suddenly she was reaching back with her right hand, sliding it between their tightly pressed bodies, running her fingers appreciatively up and down the full, solid length of the man's stiff cock, feeling the rigid throbbing under her fingers.



"Oooooo!" she gasped, softly. "It feels so... hard."



Hunter felt perspiration forming on his body as charges of electricity shot through him. He reached across her body to her other breast, pressing his forearm against the one he had just titillated. Idrine felt his manly fingers digging into her flesh, tweaking and pulling the tan, tiny nipple time and time again through the soft material of her blouse. He spread his thighs a little, making it easier for her hand to stroke the length of his solid phallus.



She felt his pants getting wet at the tip of his cock, and knew some kind of fluid was seeping from its tip. Though far from worldly wise in the ways of sex, she was smart enough to know he wasn't wetting in his pants. She surprised both Larry Hunter and herself by letting her hand dip lower so she could cup his testicles, feeling the heavy pulsations of the balls right through his pants.



Her fingers clamped themselves tightly around his doughy sac, and she could hear the man's teeth clash together in a soft grunt.



Passion shot through her young body. It was a feeling she had never known before, and not knowing what it was made her uncomfortable feeling it. Her hand remained firmly clutching his balls, feeling the passionate shuddering of the man, and knew Larry Hunter was experiencing the same sensations as herself. She felt his hand leave her breast, and then both his hands were gripping her shoulders and slowly forcing her to turn around. As she did so, she reluctantly released his balls.



Idrine turned toward Larry. She was afraid to look at him, but her full, heart shaped lips were slightly parted as her face was tilted up. Her pink tongue came out and flicked across her lips, licking them.



She was startled when Larry pressed his open mouth down over hers. No one had ever kissed her this way before, even though she had seen it on TV many times.



The wild, sensuous touch of his tongue against hers made her shudder. Her own tongue whipped into his, and she could feel the pointed tips of her small breasts boring through her blouse into his shirt front as he slipped his jacket off and let it fall to the floor.



Inflaming heat coursed through her nipples as the young girl writhed and twisted arousingly against her father. She was short, so she raised herself onto her toes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body all the more firmly against his. Idrine tingled as she felt Larry move his hands over the fleshy indentations of her waist, then down to fill his palms with the round, soft flesh of her buttocks.



The girl pressed her raised, undulating pelvis against him all the harder, and all Hunter could think of was, first the grandmother, then the mother, now the daughter: his daughter.



And for some reason the fact that she was his daughter made her that much more arousing. And now that she was standing on tip-toe, he could feel the softly quivering of her soft cunt press against the lust-swollen tip of his hard cock. She automatically rotated her body so the juncture between her thighs could massage his phallic extension through his pants, making the circle of wetness being emitted from his cock become even larger. Hunter moaned into his daughter's moist, hot mouth, and the young girl felt him drive his hard rod repeatedly against the hidden softness of her covered vaginal opening.



The powerful thrusts of man's body against hers all but lifted the young girl off the ground, each time. She felt his hand move down and slide between the jiggling cheeks of her ass, running between the crevice formed by those cheeks. Only the taut covering of her skirt prevented him from pressing in too deeply. Idrine felt his digit move lower and slide under her skirt, pressing against her panties, only now the finger was moving even lower. The young girl realized Larry Hunter wasn't the only one with a wet spot on his clothing.



The wetness was draining from between her own, full-fleshed girlish thighs. And as his finger pressed into the wet crack, she felt more fluid seep out and start dripping down her inner thigh. Idrine clamped her thighs closed, crushing Larry's fingers between her loins, grinding her pussy against his probing manual digit, making hot, hungry little mewling sounds into his mouth as she continued kissing him.



Abruptly, her tongue eased itself out of his mouth and she pulled back, struggling. Larry Hunter thought the girl was trying to free herself from his grasp, and he clutched the young body to his all the more tightly. Her hands, which had been wrapped around his neck, where she had been running her fingers through his hair, began teasing the back of his neck. Idrine was doing it all instinctively, never having done anything like this before.



Her fingertips touched his sensitive ears, and seeing the way the man was reacting, continued touching him there. Then she ran her fingertips lightly up and down his back, with just enough pressure for him to feel them through his shirt while the girl pushed her other hand forcefully between their bodies.



Her fingers once again surrounded the thick swell of Hunter's heavy cock. It felt as if it were petrified. Then, and only then, did Hunter relax his own embrace and release the girl.



"I have to go to my grandma's house," she whispered. "I don't have much time, right now."



"Okay, okay," he nodded. "I understand. Do one quick thing for me, now. We'll meet again another time, and we can take more time and do everything right. But for right now, take out my cock and lick it."



Idrine should have been aghast at his suggestion, but she wasn't. She knew if the man asked her to do this thing she couldn't be harmed by it. Besides, she had learned enough, talking with her girl friends in school, to know no pregnancy could result from something like this. Though she was still very young, she was considerably more knowledgeable than her mother believed.



She knew how babies were made, even if she had never seen the act performed. She also knew her mother was illegitimate, and so was she. The girl had no idea who her father was, nor did she particularly care. But she knew it was possible for the same fate that befell both, her grandmother and mother would befall her.



Idrine wondered if this was one of the things her grandmother, as a prostitute, did for men. It would have been so much easier if her mother had been willing to talk to her and explain things. But her mother always shied away from the subject, and because of her mother, her grandmother also shied away from it. Well, she was on her way to grandma's house, and when she arrived this was one of the things she would talk about with grandma.



With no urging from Larry Hunter, Idrine slipped to her knees, staring at the zipper in the front of his pants. Hunter stared down at her head and shuddered, wondering if the girl had a mouth as hot and delightful as her mother's had once been. Then he heard the metallic sound of his zipper going down as the young girl's fingers tugged on the tab.



Idrine stared at the open front of the man's pants, and she realized she was salivating. She was about to look at and handle a man's erect penis. This was going to be wonderful.



The thought built burning fires higher in her young body. She probed inside with an agile hand and pushed her fingers through the hole in his jockey shorts. Immediately, she felt the hot, sticky head of his cock fill her palm and she trembled with delight. This was going to be fun. Yes, yes, this was going to be fun. Her hands would feel the cock, her eyes would see it, her nose would smell it, and her mouth would taste it. She suddenly realized she wanted very much to taste it. Her fingers closed tightly around it and pulled, and it came popping out of his pants. Idrine stared at the angry red tip with its leaking lubrication.



Hunter could feel the cool air in the room wash over his heated cock, and he trembled, enjoying the fascinated way she gazed at the hugeness of his massive dork. He watched, completely fascinated, his knees trembling from the strength of his inner passion as the young girl's tongue hesitantly came out of her mouth and poised directly in front of his hard cock. He wanted to shove forward, but restrained himself. This was something she would have to do all by herself.



Idrine saw the little wet, sticky droplet starting to fall from the cock and moved forward, lowering her tongue and catching it. She scooped it into her mouth, ran it around on her tongue, and decided it didn't have any real taste. Yet the texture of it against her tongue and palate was very pleasing. And so she brought her pink tongue a little higher and began carefully, slowly licking the colorless ointment from the burgeoning tip, feeling the way the heated glans shuddered and expanded as her oral digit touched it.



"Ohhhhhh!" Hunter moaned, and she could feel his eyes staring down at her pretty face. She was poised directly before him, her hand clutching the hot, shuddering length of his throbbing prick, while her tongue was circling the plum-colored head again and again. She realized what wild chills she was sending through the man, and it sent spasms of aching need through her. If only she had more time.



Idrine felt Hunter's fingers grip her hair and tighten in them as he slowly pressed her moist, oval lips closer and closer to his painfully pulsating cock-head.



Finally, the warm roundness of her lips closed softly, gently, almost precariously over the wild, aching tip of the man's throbbing glans, and Idrine could hear the guttural sounds coming from his throat. The girl was aware it was what she was doing that was making him act this way, and she, like her grandmother, first came to realize the power she could exercise over any man by merely doing this.



The daughter was totally unprepared for the way Larry Hunter suddenly thrust his hard cock right to the back of her mouth, pressing his penile point against her throat. Yet she remained calm and unruffled, knowing if he tried hurting her by shoving the massive meat into her esophagus, she could always bite down. But once his rubbery point touched the entrance to her gullet, she felt it back away until she could taste his corona against her front teeth. Idrine felt him start to stroke his shuddering hog back and forth, honing his still-swelling cock to greater thickness.



The sight of his hardened shaft of flesh sunk deeply between the girl's softly ovalled lips increased the ardor in Larry Hunter. Lustful sensations spiraled up through his body like wisps of smoke as his eyes remained affixed to what her mouth was doing. Each time his cock stroked back, he could see the heavy shaft, wetly glistening with his daughter's saliva. It looked like a water-soaked log as it continued pistoning in and out of the girl's mouth.



Idrine reached into Hunter's fly and withdrew his testicles. She began to gently massage them, caressing and stroking the fires even higher inside him. Even as her fingers encircled the thick rod, she tugged back and forth on it, feeling the pulsing sensations in the tube on the underside. Her hand tugged rhythmically up and down, keeping time with the way her mouth stroked back and forth on the thick penis.



Hunter could feel the tickling softness of his daughter's tongue as it swirled around the tip each time her head pulled back. Though he knew this was the first time she did this for anyone, he could see she was as naturally proficient at it as her mother and grandmother. He went wild when the young girl pulled her lips from the puffy head of the glans and licked into the tiny slit, trying to dredge out more of the seeping oil that seemed to roll so nicely on her tongue.



Idrine's head bobbed obscenely back and forth, thrilled with the taste of the massive cock, enjoying the weightiness of it in her throat, pressing into her palate. She enjoyed slavering over the penis, and wondered how long she would have to do this. She was aware it would end abruptly, when the man's seed came shooting out of his cock. She wondered if she was expected to swallow the spurting fluid when it came.



Ramming her head forward, she felt her mouth completely filled with the loglike cock. Her tongue, lying against the underside, could feel the heavy twitches in the thick tube, beneath. She sucked a little harder, and like her grandmother, dug her teeth into the flesh, scraping it a little and forcing the blood away each time she pulled her head back, leaving temporary, white, bloodless lines in the wake of her sucking mouth.



Still on her knees, the girl reached up and undid his belt buckle. Then she tugged his pants and undershorts below his knees, taking her head from his cock for the moment. Then her mouth resumed its play on his skin flute.



"Play with my ass while you suck," she heard Hunter tell her. "I'll come faster."



Shrugging, the young girl, her mouth crammed full of hard cock, reached around with both hands and squeezed his flat, manly asscheeks. It didn't occur to her to touch his asshole, and had he suggested it at the moment, she not only would have been annoyed, but might have stopped sucking his cock. It never occurred to her there were other people like herself, who always washed their anuses after a thorough application of toilet paper.



Hunter gripped her hair a little tighter and shoved his throbbing penile point a little deeper. The girl continued her wild sucking, pulling with her lips and licking with her tongue, thrilling to the meaty flavor of his hard cock. She was able to relax her throat a little and take a bit more of his hard penis into her sucking mouth.



Hunter was afraid the girl might strangle, taking so much of his hard prick into her throat at once. Yet her tongue continued to swirl maddeningly around the thrusting penis, and her lips sucked noisily, letting him know how much she was enjoying herself.



She was totally oblivious to everything at this point other than the long, hot, pulsating rod of flesh pumping in and out of her mouth. With the right person this was definitely a lot of fun. Her mouth sucked all the more strongly, feeling hungry for the cockmeat.



Tremendous thrills were brewing in Hunter's aching balls, and he became even more excited when he saw the droplets of perspiration dotting Idrine's forehead. She was really working at what she was doing, enjoying every bit of it.



Idrine felt her bra-less breasts bouncing back and forth, up and down as her head bobbed, and her nipples pushed against her blouse, building more of the new, wicked thrills in her trembling body. Then the muscles in her father's stomach began tightening, and she knew she was reaching some kind of end to what she was doing. She would soon feel the storm of sperm rush into her mouth. The idea had never repulsed her, but now she was anxious.



Sucking harder, Idrine felt her natural father snap his hips back and forth with a wild cadence, ramming his excited thighs and pulsing loins even more solidly against her pretty face, now partly obscured by some strands of sweat-soaked hair that lay across her forehead. Her cheeks bloated on each inthrust, and hollowed every time he tugged his cock back. She felt him fucking harder and faster into her tender mouth, the moist, pink ridges of her lips clinging tightly to his pike each time the burgeoning shaft pulled back.



The girl listened to Larry Hunter groan and moan, and the sounds coming from his lips were an incoherent jumble to her young ears.



Idrine realized the moment was at hand as she heard the guttural rasping come from deep within his chest. Her tongue felt the shuddering twitches in the tube in the underside of his thrusting penis. She could taste the way it was making a mad rush up from his balls, and then the hot flow was spewing in thin, needlelike sprays into her mouth as she ravenously sucked. The girl's passion-bloated cheeks expanded and hollowed like the working mouth of a fish as she hungrily, greedily swallowed the spurting jets of semen shooting down her throat.



She sucked and pulled with her lips, tugging and slurping, drinking until she had totally exhausted the supply of sperm from Larry's throbbing staff.



It had been wonderful and exhilarating, but the girl felt funny sensations shooting through her. She knew there had to be some way to make herself feel better, but she didn't have time. She had to take the chicken to her grandmother's.



CHAPTER SIX



It was almost four-twenty by the time Idrine got to her grandmother's house. She rang the doorbell, she heard a hoarse voice from within invite her to come inside.



"Grandma?" she called out, entering the house. "Where are you?"



In the private room where she and Brian had romped, Harriet Pembroke was still asleep. In her bedroom was Brian Wolfe, wearing her negligee and a towel-cap to cover his hair, with the covers pulled up to his face, called out, "I'm in the bedroom."



Walking into the bedroom, Idrine stared at the figure under the covers as she put her riding crop and the package down on a nearby dresser. The room was dim, which was unusual, because her grandmother liked lots of sunlight.



"Are you okay, grandma?" she asked walking a little closer to the bed.



"Just a little under the weather," Brian replied in a high-pitched squeal.



"Gosh, grandma, the room is so dark. Let me open the curtains."



"No, no," Brian insisted. "The light hurts my eyes."



"Speaking of your eyes, they look so much larger today," Idrine insisted.



"Just so I can see you that much better," the young Wolfe answered.



"And your ears, grandma. I never saw them before. You always had your hair over them. Gee, they look so big."



"All the better to hear what you're saying," Brian giggled.



"And the way your nose is pushing up the cover. Gosh, I never noticed you having such a big nose before."



"All the better to appreciate the perfume you wear, dear."



And then Idrine's eyes wandered down to the apex of the thighs of the figure beneath the bed, and she saw the heavy swelling pushing up the covers.



"Gosh, grandma," she asked, "what's that?"



"That's my cock," Brian yelled, pulling back the covers. "And it's big all the better to fuck you with."



He jumped to his feet frightening Idrine as he tore off the negligee and the cap covering his head. The young girl ran to the dresser, grabbed her riding crop, and as Brian approached, lashed straight out and down with it. The crop thwacked against his extended cock, and Brian howled, "Eeeyowww! Are you crazy? Aaaiiieee! What the hell'd you do that for? Oooh! Aaaaaah! That hurts!"



"Brian," Idrine snapped, "what are you doing here dressed like that?"



"Ooooooh shit! That still hurts!" he screamed, pointing to his wilting cock. "Now I'll never be able to use this on you. You've ruined my sex life."



"Oh stop behaving like such an idiot," she snapped. "You got just what you deserved. Where's my grandma?"



"She's in another room, resting," Brian howled. "You've really ruined me. It isn't as if I was gonna really hurt you. I wanted to fuck you, and I figured this'd be the best place to convince you."



"Well if you'd been more gentlemanly about it, we might have come to some kind of agreement," Idrine snapped. "But the way you're behaving is ridiculous."



"I figured if I jumped out and whipped out the old pecker you'd be so fascinated by it, you would be dying to feel it inside you."



"Well to be very honest, I've seen better," Idrine told him.



"Gee, I always thought I would be the first guy to fuck you," Brian sighed, massaging his limp cock.



"Well, no one's fucked me, yet," Idrine told him.



"Maybe I can't do the job at the moment," Brian told her, reaching out and taking the phone off the hook. "But I'm gonna fix it so you'll never forget today. Have you ever had an orgasm?"



"No," Idrine replied, now knowing full well what the word meant, still tasting Larry Hunter's sperm in her throat.



"Well before you leave this place, you're gonna have a full-fledged climax."



Idrine found herself shaking and realized her body was craving exactly what Brian said he would give her. It was no longer a question of merely wanting an orgasm. She didn't like the idea of Brian telling her what he intended doing, rather than asking. It wasn't right. So when the fuzzy haired boy tried wrapping his arms around her, she began struggling. The two fell onto her grandmother's bed, and she found Brian's arms too strong. The girl felt Brian's hot, wet tongue pressing between her lips as he tried soul-kissing her. At first, she merely allowed his tongue to wander through her mouth, never once thinking to resist. After all, Larry Hunter had kissed her this way, and it had felt really good. Still, she could feel the difference in experience between Hunter's tongue and Brian's.



"No-o-o-o-o-o..." she gasped, suddenly trying to resist, straining to break away from the boy. But young Brian only continued the maddening movement of his tongue through her mouth, licking everywhere, pushing his maddening digit against her palate as he forced her head down against the mattress, lying almost on top of her to keep her from trying to get up. He pressed himself against the girl's pliant body, feeling her small, firm bra-less breasts press into his chest.



Brian had to admit he found the girl's grandmother's tits far more exciting, yet the feel of her thrilling little orbs excited him far more than he originally believed they might. There was a certain sensuousness that seemed to run in the family, and it made the boy wish he might one day fuck the girl's mother, too.



Totally overpowered by Brian's strength, Idrine shut her eyes and shoved as hard as she could, doing her best to fight the boy. But she was also fighting the fiery sensations put into her when she had sucked Larry Hunter's cock. With each passing moment she realized lustful tremors between her aching young thighs were building higher and higher. With each passing second she had to admit she found the prospect of climaxing more and more pleasant, even if Brian was the one to bring it all about. Heck! She certainly needed something. Her body was aching to be satisfied. But how could Brian do anything since she had incapacitated his cock? Oh it had been a light blow, really, and she had no doubt Brian's pecker would shortly recover, but surely not while she was with him here.



Actually, Brian's actions were totally unexpected. Had he been a little older she might have understood everything a bit more, but she couldn't understand how such a young boy had such strong urges. Still, if he could satisfy her without using his cock, it would be interesting for her to find out how.



"Look," she told him, pushing him away, "I don't know what you have in mind, but I'll tell you right now, I'm still a virgin, and I intend staying that way awhile longer."



"I won't fuck your cunt," Brian whispered.



"What exactly are you talking about?" Idrine asked.



"Shit! You tell me you're a virgin, but you don't even know the meaning of the word," Brian snapped. "The only way for you to lose your virginity is if I stick my fat, hard cock, if and when it gets fat and hard again, into your cunt. Then, and only then, are you no longer a virgin."



"That's how my grandma makes her living." Idrine nodded, suddenly comprehending.



"Yeah. And I already fucked her cunt once, today. So I can hold off fucking your cunt. But I'm gonna do something else to make you come. And after that, I'm gonna fuck my cock into your ass, assuming I can get it hard again. I mean, fair's fair, and if I make you come, you gotta make me come. I figure your ass is probably the best way. This way you stay a virgin."



"Boy, Brian, you sure have a big mouth," Idrine snapped.



"Yeah!" Brian agreed. "The better to eat you with, and that's just what this Wolfe is gonna do. I'm gonna eat your cunt."



"What?"



"You'll see. Remember, I get to fuck you in the ass, afterward."



Before she could reply, Idrine felt Brian rotating his hands against her ass, causing pinpricks of delight to shoot through her anxious body. For a kid her own age he sure seemed to know a lot.



The boy's tongue felt like a flaming lance in her mouth, moving through her oral cavity like a burning buzz saw. Wherever his slender, solid body touched hers, Idrine suddenly felt part of her suddenly start to immolate. The aroused young girl gasped out a moan of passionate lust as Brian's tongue once again sank into the soft depths of her mouth.



"Let's get a look at you under all those clothes," Brian said to her, his words shooting into her ear like heated bolts of lightning.



"No," she snapped. "I don't want you looking at all of me."



"Why not!" Brian snapped back, jumping up and grabbing beneath her skirt for her panties. "You can see I'm all naked, and it doesn't bother me. And when I fucked your grandma, she was all naked and it didn't bother her. Come on, I wanna see your naked body." And he tugged, yanking down her panties, pulling them from her ankles.



Try as she might, Idrine couldn't fight off the boy. He tugged her every which way, yanking off her blouse, baring her pretty, tiny little breasts.



"You paid to see my grandma naked," Idrine snapped. "Otherwise she would never have undressed in front of you."



"So now d'you want me to pay you too?" Brian asked.



"I'm no prostitute," Idrine snapped. "I don't do things like this for money."



"No, you do it for love, I suppose," Brian yelled. "At least your grandma is an honest whore."



"How dare you," Idrine yelled.



"Oh shut up," Brian told her, and slapped her face.



Stunned, the girl lay back on the bed, feeling Brian's hands unzip her skirt. Then he was slipping if off, after which he tugged off her shoes and socks. But for the long, dark hair on her head, Idrine had a totally hairless body. Her skin was smooth and white, completely blemish-free, her small, pert breasts falling back into her body now that she was on her back. Her thighs were wide apart, and Brian had to admit, the pink gash he saw there was even prettier than that of Harriet Pembroke. A dribble of glistening moisture covered her hot cuntlips, and Brian believed her arousal was because of him.



"Nah, you don't care about sex," he chided. "So who do you think you're kidding, huh? That cunt of yours can't wait to feel my tongue, and you know it."



Looking up, still feeling the slap burning her cheek, Idrine realized Brian was the only thing in sharp focus. Everything else in the room looked like a soft blur. When he sat on the edge of the bed, she gasped, afraid, as he reached out for her, that he would hit her again.



Her hands pressed flatly against his chest and she felt her young body being pulled up, drawn against Brian's, until her shuddering, tiny breasts rubbed against the boy's hairless chest. His mouth was on hers, and though Idrine couldn't identify the taste as she kissed him, she had to admit to herself she liked it, not realizing she was tasting her grandmother's cunt.



His mouth pressed all the harder to hers, and he was standing up, pulling her to her feet for the moment. And then his kiss stopped, and he began pressing his lips against her small neck and throat, branding all kinds of kisses there.



"No," she wept, struggling, angry that he had dared to hit her. "No, no, no..." but it was a losing battle. As his lips began kissing the tops of her small white breasts she realized she was going to do everything he wanted. She was going much farther than her mother, though she was still a virgin. As Brian had pointed out, no cock had ever entered her cunt. Yet, like her mother and grandmother, she unknowingly had a yearning to enjoy these things. With each passing moment the yearning was becoming stronger.



Remembering how Larry Hunter had touched her nipples, Idrine saw Brian's mouth hovering over her small breasts and thought he would start sucking on them. He passed them by, kneeling and slowly kissing the slight curve of her belly, making the young girl gasp. When he'd caused her to stand so quickly, he'd caused the blood to come down from her whirling brain, and now Idrine was in danger of losing her balance. And as his mouth moved lower, the girl realized he was going to put his lips precisely where he said he would. He was going to kiss her pussy.



Her hands reached down and her fists curled into Brian's hair, gripping the strands to keep herself from losing her balance.



"Thatta way," Brian murmured, his lips against her bare pelvis.



Then the boy's lips were pushing into her juncture, his tongue reaching out to tickle the coral lips of her soaking pussy. His hands were on her upper loins, pressing them apart.



The pressure of Brian's lips on her flaming mount had been one thing, but when his tongue suddenly shot straight out and sank into her burning pits she twitched and shuddered. She felt the oral digit move into the throbbing wound of her simmering pussy, lapping at the flanges of flesh making up her outer labia.



Pulling her young body back, almost as if trying to escape the unfamiliar contact, Idrine felt the boy's hands move around and grip her young buttocks. He tugged her hot loins closer to his anxious face, his tongue nervously licking out and seeking the small flesh bubble of her clitoris.



Brian pushed her backward with his face while his hands continued clutching the molded roundness of Idrine's asscheeks, and suddenly Idrine found herself being tumbled back onto the bed. She felt Brian hoist her thighs over her shoulder, preventing her from picking up the upper half of her torso. Then he slid his palms between her soft, white thighs, pressing outward with his thumbs, tugging the tender, pink inner folds of her dripping cunt wide apart.



Idrine struggled, feeling totally helpless, feeling how obscene this appeared. She found her struggles were useless. There was no way Brian would let go. He had told her he intended lapping her seething pussy, and she could see he meant it. The idea both infuriated her. She could feel the anguished need for relief in her simmering cunt. It was just that Brian appeared like a wild animal, hovering on all fours with his face above her naked cleft.



The girl's small, forming breasts shivered as she stared at her cunt-hungry schoolmate who, because he had her legs over his shoulders, was forcing her youthful body to bend in a curve. His palms were now under her rectal cheeks, lifting them higher, even with his thumbs holding her pussylips wide apart. Her crimson gash was now higher than her head with her kicking legs dangling over Brian's shoulders.



Idrine could see the way the boy's eyes seemed mesmerized as he stared into the hot, wet pinkness of her feminine pool. She felt like a carnival sacrifice, lying there with her head and shoulders pinned to the mattress and her asscheeks high in the air.



His hot hands slowly moving up the length of her anguished body. His mouth was wide open, and the saliva inside was literally dribbling out, falling down the sides of his face as he pressed his nose into the soft, fleshy crevice between her naked thighs.



Her loins had the fresh clean scent of a deodorant soap, and even now, as Brian's nose inhaled the heady fragrance, spreading the naked, hairless pink lips apart, he shuddered, thrilling to the wonderful scent of her. His eyes stared straight into the frothing depths, and then, with a gasp of slurping hunger, he lowered his face and pressed the full length of his licking tongue all the way into her simmering hole.



Idrine was sighing with thrilling tingles, unable to believe how wonderful it all felt as the pressure of his lascivious, lapping, oral extension pushed ever deeper into the trough of her aching interior. She could feel his face pushing her warm labia farther apart. The girl's back ground into the soft mattress beneath her, and the silken sheets seemed to arouse her ardor all the more.



"Ooooooh! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she gasped.



She jammed her elbows into the soft mattress managing to lift her head so she could observe the thrilling sight of Brian applying his licking tongue to her slavering pussy. It was as wonderful as it was unbelievable. Deep down in her mind she was angry at her mother from hiding all this from her. Yet she also pitied the woman for remaining ignorant.



Idrine was no fool. Now that Brian was making her feel this good, she was certain her mother underwent some kind of similar treatment on her infrequent dates with men. She recalled how her mother's dates were few and far-between. Nevertheless, they always came about when a look of haunted frustration filled her mother's eyes, and the day following her mother's date, Renee always had a look of satiety. It was obvious to Idrine that her mother's sexual needs were satisfied on those dates, and the girl couldn't understand why her mother insisted on waiting until her mind was ready to tear itself from her skull before fulfilling those needs.



Brian's tongue felt like a wet, slithery eel as it worked its way through her tormented young pussy, moving through her dribbling slash again and again, building the hot, flaming tickle inside her to a roaring pyre of lustful aching. The girl's brain was reeling as the wonderful sensations shot through her body. How could she allow this to continue when it seemed almost as funny as it was arousing? Yet how could she allow it to not continue? How would she be able to look into his face, knowing this was the same face now pressing into the soft, tender depths of her quivering vagina? The tongue lapped through the flooding lake of her tender pussy again and again, eagerly drinking her girlish fluids.



She considered pleading with him to stop, but if she did, one of two things would happen. One, he might not stop, which would mean all her pleading would be a wasted strain on her vocal chords. Two, he just might stop, and she would lose this enjoyable feeling she was enjoying. So, the smart thing to do would be to simply lie there, with her hips tilted up and her thighs dangling over his shoulders, letting him continue to impart the wonderful sensations she felt running through her pores.



Looking up between her small, tilted-back tits, she could see Brian's eyes staring at her face like a starving wolf enjoying the throes of anguish of its prey while being eaten alive. She could feel the ravenous hunger in his tongue as he continued lancing it into her shuddering tightness. It was almost as if he sensed the joy running through her.



Brian gazed at the girl, knowing this cunt of hers belonged to him, even if only for tonight. He had promised not to fuck it... this time. But there would be other times... He knew she wouldn't tell her mother what he had done with her, and even if her grandmother found out, he couldn't see the woman trying to punish him in any way.



All he was doing was bringing pleasure to the young granddaughter. Hell! Even when he fucked her in the ass in a little while, he was certain he would bring her pleasure then. If things worked out well, this tricky little piece would come begging him for more, and since he felt all hot and bothered about her, he had no doubt he would feed her all the cock she wanted, whether it was in her ass, her twat, or even in her mouth. Yeah, that would really be something. He would love to see how Idrine's mouth compared to that of her grandmother, Harriet Pembroke, when it came to giving head.



He could tell by her twitching reactions she was thoroughly entranced by the way his tongue moved through her body. Brian continued licking into her, tasting the freshness of her young pussy. True, it lacked the total creaminess of her grandmother's cunt, but then the older woman had prepared her vagina over many years to be the receptacle of tongues and cocks. Considering the fact that this could be Idrine's first cuntlapping, her hot little pussy smelled sweet and fresh.



Brian used his hands to tug her thighs a little wider apart, exposing the complete shuddering plane of her tantalizing pussy to his hungering eyes. He stopped lapping for a moment, staring at the hairless mound, letting his eyes wander to her puckered anus, beneath. Her grandmother had gone wild when he had tongued her anus. He'd bet Idrine would go just as crazy.



Lowering his head, he used his thumbs to tug the girl's asscheeks farther apart. What the hell! He was going to fuck that ass very shortly. Might as well get a taste of it, first. He could tell she smelled as sweet and clean there as her vagina had smelled. It was really an entire body made for tonguing.



Leaning forward, he pressed his tongue straight out and touched the point of it to Idrine's asshole. The sudden pressure made her sphincter tighten up. The doughnut like muscle resisted the pushing of his tongue and Idrine yelped.



"No," she gasped aloud, realizing she could not merely submit so easily and have him think poorly of her. But her exultant, aroused body began to betray her.



She whimpered a little more, and that was the extent of her defiance. Idrine's thighs spread all the more widely open without any urging on Brian's part, displaying the wide-open pool of her throbbing, pink cunt along with the tight, narrow webbing of her tiny asshole.



Her wriggling body urged Brian to continue, and he pressed his mouth to her sweet rectum, pressing his tongue all the harder against her anal sphincter. He licked it repeatedly, making it loosen with each passing moment. He felt the muscle would give him no more resistance, he pushed his tongue into the taut hole. He felt her narrow center try to contract, but the very tip of his tongue was inside, this time. It drove her insanely wild, and she let him know it by the insane way she bucked her loins up and down.



Her young hands clutched her small, naked breasts, feeling thrills shoot through her tender nipples. The girl gasped and sighed shamelessly as her rectum responded, to his working lips.



Each time Brian's tongue stabbed into her, she twitched and yanked her buttocks back, and every time the boy's tongue retreated, she hurled her asscheeks against his face, opening her anal center even more, seeking the return of the lapping oral extension. Tingling spasms of joy licentiously increased the heat inside her, building the blaze even higher in her nervous system.



Idrine knew her body was more than merely accepting what Brian was doing to her. It was craving more of it. She thought back to the previous half hour, when she had sucked Larry Hunter's cock. When Hunter had asked her to do it, she had been more than willing because something inside her had been urging her on. Allowing Brian Wolfe lick her cunt and asshole, she realized similar feelings pervaded her young body. The time had come to stop any foolish outward resistance. She enjoyed feeling his tongue in her cunt and her asshole. If his cock felt any thing like his tongue, she would love the feeling of that in her asshole. Idrine wasn't going to be like her mother. Her body had urges in need of gratification, whether it had to do with someone doing something to and for her, or her doing something to and for someone else. There was pleasure in both, doing and being done to. Seeing how miserable her mother was, alone in their apartment, Idrine resolved to make the most of her own life. If it meant the eventual bearing of children, then that was a part of it. But nothing was going to get in the way of her enjoyment of life.



It was here for the taking. Maybe her grandma had the right idea. Men wanted it so much, they were willing to pay for it. Perhaps Idrine might find a way to make sex pay off all the more handsomely. But one thing was for sure, and that was, life was short, and meant to be enjoyed.



Brian felt all resistance drain out of the girl and thought his own masterful techniques had won her over. Now to settle down to the total enjoyment of what he was doing. He could feel strength flowing back into his hardening cock. Soon it would be completely rigid, and he would give this girl the assfucking of her life. It would be a first for him. He had never done anything like that with the girls at school. To think he now had Idrine Pembroke, considered the most untouchable female in his class. She was supposed to be as hard to get as her grandmother was easy.



Brian's tongue returned to the young girl's seething pussy. The point used a soft, circular motion as it parted the drapes of her labia, tugging them strongly aside, but not harshly. He lapped the flat of his tongue against her vibrating little clitoris.



The girl shamelessly threw her hot cunt into the boy's face, washing his nose and mouth with her inner lips. Her body moved spasmodically as she felt his nose press into her clit, rubbing up and down as his tongue drank the heavy flow of oils now splashing from her tight interior. The taste of her made his pulsing penis throb all the more anxiously as it now swelled to its full length.



Brian wanted to slam his cock into her tight little ass right now, but that would break the spell created by his mouth. After she came this way, he would be able to pole her rectum.



Sweat broke out all over the boy as his tongue continued lapping into the young girl's steaming canal. He was intent on making her as tired as he had made her grandmother. His tongue licked into her fiery pussy as the cords in her thighs and neck began standing out.



Yes, he had her now.



Idrine felt the wild thrills tingle through every part of her youthful body. She didn't know what it was she felt, but she did know it was going to be good. It was going to be the most singularly wonderful thing she had ever felt. She had been right to give in to the yearnings of her body. The girl felt Brian's tongue work through her pussy like the mouth of a starving glutton. Her hands twisted the strands of his hair all the harder.



"Oooooooo!" she gasped. "Uhhhhhhhh... good... aggghhh... AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH... HAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH..."



There was a sound of a tornado blasting through Idrine's ears, and then her world was suddenly swept up into a violent maelstrom. Overwhelming waves buffeted her body in one direction, and then another. The orgasm took total control of her, and for the first time she could truly understand what was going through Larry Hunter's body as he fired his tasty jism down her gulping throat.



Idrine felt Brian's face pull out of the sucking vacuum of her vagina as she continued feeling climaxes buffet their way through her. She writhed on the bed in the throes of orgiastic frenzy, and knew she had been right in deciding to give in to the needs of her body. But for the moment she needed a little rest.



CHAPTER SEVEN



Harriet Pembroke awoke to the sounds of Idrine's shouts. Getting up from the large circular bed, she found a robe and wrapped it around her body, then went to her other bedroom. Standing in the doorway, she watched Brian eating her granddaughter's cunt. The natural urge to interfere was held in check when she saw how much Idrine was enjoying it all. This was one girl who wouldn't remain locked in a shell like her mother.



Far better to let the young children enjoy themselves, just as long as no harm came from their fun. Harriet would have to watch and see just exactly what Brian and Idrine would do before teaching the young girl various methods of birth-control. After Idrine's next period, she would insist her granddaughter take the Pill. It was the safest method of contraception. She would keep a supply in her home for the young girl, and insist Idrine stop by once a day and take one. It would also give her a chance to talk with her granddaughter. Because of Renee's over-protectiveness, Harriet had never really been able to have any long talks with Idrine.



Going to the bathroom, Harriet prepared to douche Brian's sperm out of her. It was almost five-o'clock, and she had to prepare for her first client of the day: Larry Hunter.



***



Renee was worried. It was ten minutes to five and Idrine should have been back. It wasn't like her mother to keep Idrine around, especially with business hours so close. She would have to run over there and make certain everything was all right.



Wearing a black-and-white striped man-tailored silk blouse with a black skirt, Renee slipped her feet into a pair of flat shoes and hurried from her apartment, locking the door behind her. Unlike her daughter, she didn't walk slowly. She ran through the park, bypassing the small amusement center, speeding toward her mother's small house.



Harriet's house was one of dozens in a small neighborhood where all houses looked alike, except for the colors they were painted or the kind of fence they had in the front yard. Since Harriet's was a corner house, it was one house no one would mistake for another. It had more lawn space, and as a result, had a larger picked fence, all painted white.



As she approached her mother's house, Renee saw a man coming from the other direction. She immediately recognized Larry Hunter. If there was one other person who would be concerned about Idrine's safety, it would be Larry. She hurried over to him and told him how worried she was about Idrine. Hunter looked at his watch and saw he still had a few minutes before his appointment with Renee's mother, so he led her back into the park, sat her on a bench, and tried calming her down.



"What if Idrine never got here?" Renee kept babbling. "I tried calling mother, but her phone is off the hook. I kept getting a busy signal."



"Well, should we go charging into your mother's house and see if Idrine is there, or do you want to check through the park first?" Hunter asked.



"Let's check the park," Renee said.



"Okay," Hunter agreed. "I think we should work together."



Hunter wasn't really worried about his daughter. He had followed her after she had left him, and he had seen her go into Harriet Pembroke's house. If Idrine was still there, it was because Harriet was talking with her. Hunter felt he could spare the young grandmother a bit more time with her granddaughter. His own sexual hunger had had the edge removed by Idrine's sweet, young lips.



***



Harriet Pembroke had finished douching, and she was back in the hallway, peering into her personal bedroom. What she saw astonished her, but she decided to stay out of it since Idrine, for all her struggling, seemed inwardly agreeable.



***



Idrine was lying, face-down on her grandmother's bed. She had rolled over when Brian had lain down next to her. Now that she was satisfied, she wanted nothing more to do with the young boy. But when his hands began wandering up and down her spine, she felt the urges inside her being re-kindled. She allowed Brian's hands to tickle her body and bring her slowly up until she was on her hands and knees. Her delightful, round, unblemished buttocks had the silken skin stretched tautly and smoothly over it. The globes of her small ass looked like firm, oversized halves of an apricot as they quivered with excitement. Brian's eyes swelled at the sight of such marvelous asscheeks.



The boy's eyes remained locked on the girl's shimmering asscheeks, staring at the wet, shining pinkness his mouth had just tasted. Only his anxiety to fuck her ass kept him from gluing his mouth against her tight pussy again. The pouting cuntlips and puckered asshole stood so brazenly out in contrast to the white of her shuddering buttocks.



As if in a trance, the boy reached out and caressed the firm, solid shapes of Idrine's asscheeks. His fingertips began digging into them as he kneaded them, wringing breathless gasps from the young girl.



Idrine's naked flesh felt hot and smooth under the roughness of Brian's hands. She felt him anxiously parting her rectal cheeks, allowing him a better view of her tight, crinkly asshole. The flesh puckered around it as if trying to protect the vulnerable hole. Underneath, the soft, tender cuntlips trembled. And the marble flesh of her inner thighs trembled with impatience, knowing what he was about to do, and anxious for him to get on with it. Idrine didn't believe the thickness of his hard cock might hurt her back there.



Brian was a little uncertain himself. He had never ass-fucked any female before, and he had no idea how difficult it would be to get his hard cock into her. He was even worried about being able to get it out once he did fill her ass with it.



He mumbled quietly to himself, still appreciating the sight of Idrine's asshole as his hands tugged her cheeks even wider apart. Idrine's asshole as his hands tugged her cheeks even wider apart. Idrine gasped, startled rather than hurt. Her body was tormented with fevered lust, and even though her mind tried to reason with her body, letting it know her asshole was really too narrow to contain Brian's young, solid cock, her body was anxious to feel the hard cock press into it.



Idrine watched as Brian grabbed two pillows. One, he propped under her head to make her more comfortable, and the other he shoved under her belly in case her knees came out from under her. He had to do this right. His cock was aching with the need to be buried in the girl's ass.



Idrine felt ridiculous in this position, yet she supposed it was the best position for something like this.



"Ouch!" she screamed, wondering what the hell Brian was doing to her back there.



Peering between her thighs with her head pressed into the pillow, she could see he was attempting to ram a forefinger into her rectum. The pressure made unexpected tears suddenly pour out of her. She writhed in an attempt to make him tug the finger out.



"Easy," Brian said to her. "I'm just priming your ass a little. It'll stretch."



With his thumb and middle finger he managed to keep her asscheeks separated, and taking aim with his forefinger, he slowly pushed it through her sphincter. Idrine relaxed a little, letting the finger slide in, and she felt less uncomfortable. Her rectum did feel somewhat pleasantly filled as it wrapped itself around the plunging finger, but her sphincter gripped the cock tightly.



"Easy," Brian told her. "It's a little tight in there."



He pressed his rotating finger a little deeper, feeling it slide into the heated anal passageway, finally managing to enter her rectum.



She whimpered a little, gritting her teeth because of the discomfort, but she forced her ass to remain loose. Tightening it would only hurt her.



Little by little she felt the wriggling finger move into her dry asshole. As the finger continued moving inside her anal tunnel, Idrine found herself rotating her buttocks in time to the movement of the thrusting finger. Now that her rectal corridor was becoming accustomed to the breadth of the finger, there was actually a bit of tingling pleasure.



Idrine gasped when she felt a second finger worming its way into her, and rotated her round buttocks all the more, making her interior tunnel become used to it.



Harriet, watching what was happening, felt a stirring in her loins. She was glad Brian was being careful with her granddaughter. She knew it was time for Idrine to start learning the facts of life. Harriet knew Idrine would feel some pain when the boy finally shoved his cock into her rectum. If her granddaughter was anything like herself, Harriet knew the girl would probably experience a rectal climax.



"Okay," Brian told her, "now stay relaxed because I'm taking my fingers out."



Idrine kept her sphincter from tightening, and she felt Brian's fingers slowly ease out of her. Then her asscheeks were once again being stretched, only this time he was really straining them apart, making her anus all the more stretched.



Idrine felt the head of his cock come to rest against her pucker. Brian's hands were holding her steady, otherwise she would have automatically pulled away. Looking between her thighs, staring at the blood-red glans of his cock as it pressed against her asshole. Idrine felt a little apprehensive. She began cowering, thinking this might not be such a good idea.



Brian's strong, young hands tightened even more relentlessly on her firm, round buttocks as he shoved his throbbing penile point all the more solidly against her narrow orifice.



"Ooooooh!" she gasped, feeling the smooth, rubbery bluntness of his hard cock push through her anal crinkle, widening her sphincter. The stretching made her jump more from the unexpectedness of his breadth rather than from pain. Idrine realized her anus was very elastic, and it could handle just about anything attached to Brian.



"I... uuuggghhh... want you to be... ohhhhhh... more careful..." she gasped as Brian pushed.



Sweat broke out all over Idrine's body, and she felt a very strong urge to tighten up and keep him out of her. She felt his glans pushing against the tight pucker of her brown, prune like asshole, listening to Brian grunt as he slammed himself forward, his fingers automatically tightening their clutch on her hips.



"Slow... slow... slow..." she heard herself pleading with Brian.



She could feel the burning passion filling his throbbing, pulsing meat, and she guessed he was still a little angry because of the way she had used the red riding crop on his cock. The tip was tickling her inner anal walls, but her sphincter still was too narrow to suck in his flanged corona.



"Uuunnnggghhh!" Idrine gasped, expecting to feel some searing pain inside her.



But she suddenly realized Brian's fingers had done their work quite well. Good heavens! She found it difficult to believe most of the pain was gone, already. He still wasn't inside, but she knew she would be able to take the rest of his cock with almost no agony, at all.



"Ooooooh!" she gasped, letting him know his anal penetration was pleasing her. "More, more! Go on, Brian, do it!"



From the doorway, Harriet realized she would lave no worries about her granddaughter. In fact, the one person she had to worry about was herself. It was almost five o'clock, and her first male appointment of the day, Larry Hunter, was due at any moment. She would have to keep him away from her personal bedroom.



There was a twinkle in Idrine's eyes that Harriet also saw in Hunter's eyes, and though Renee had never admitted who had seduced her in the park, Harriet, more than once, thought Larry Hunter might be the man. She knew he was always after Renee to marry him, and couldn't understand why her daughter consistently refused. Hunter was one of the richest men in the community, and he could do wonderful things for Renee and Idrine. But then, if Hunter married her daughter, she would no longer have him as a client. She couldn't very well charge her son-in-law, nor could she let him fuck her for that matter. It was a dilemma, but so far Renee had kept it from getting out of hand by simply refusing to marry Larry Hunter.



Well, until Larry arrived, she intended watching her granddaughter lose her anal cherry.



"Unnnhhh... aaannnhhh... oooh..." Idrine moaned, enjoying the pressure immensely, now. The thrills were coming through, and her throat was gasping with pleasure.



Brian believed himself the greatest cocksman around. In the space of an hour, he had eaten two pussies, fucked one of them, and was in the process of fucking an ass after having his cock sucked, too.



Idrine absorbed it all with the greatest pleasure, no longer thinking of it as something obscene. She could feel him grunting, pushing a little harder, finally getting the entire length of penile head into her tight anus. Then her asshole sucked the rest of him in, right up into her colon.



"Oh wowwwwww!" Brian gasped. "That's... ooooooh... greeeaaattt..."



Idrine could feel tears coursing down her cheeks, but they weren't tears of pain. She was crying because she was happy. Even as she pumped her ass back, filling it with Brian's thick cock, she knew the boy wouldn't open his mouth to anyone about what was happening. To do that would not only cut him off from herself, but from her grandmother, as well. She had no idea the eighteen-year-old boy had already pumped a couple of her female classmates.



Brian was very discreet, knowing his silence assured him of getting any of those girls again. Besides, the only people to whom he might brag were other boys his own age, most of whom wouldn't believe him. Far better to keep his mouth shut. It kept the cunts open.



With what sounded like a loud, buttock-thumping whack, Idrine felt Brian succeed in burying the full length of his hard pole in her rectum. Her tiny, narrow asshole was delightfully and deliciously abused, filled with the boy's powerful wang. She felt Brian keep it locked in there, right up to the hilt, apparently savoring the moment.



She could feel his dangling, sperm-swollen testicles whacking against the heated lips of her dripping cunt. Mentally she compared his balls to those of Larry Hunter and decided Hunter had slightly bigger balls. The pressure of the young boy's wrinkly sac against her heated lips enhanced the sensations even more in her desire-ridden body. The climax Brian had brought on with his tongue before had been wonderful, but the moving pole in her rectum and colon let her know there were other wonderful feelings waiting to be enjoyed.



She moaned with lust, feeling his throbbing cock swell a little in her asshole. Her rectal sheath tightly suckled on his probing penis, enhancing the thrilling sensations for both of them, adding to the wonderfully illicit thrills she already felt.



Still a total novice to assfucking. Brian felt temporarily confused now that his cock was all the way inside Idrine's cunt.



He stared down at her blemish-free buttocks, and his nostrils twitched, smelling the dripping ooze coming from her previously licked vagina. The boy's senses became more and more aroused. Now that he had totally penetrated her rectum, subjugating her to what he wanted, making her realize she could enjoy it as much as he, Brian began tugging his pulsing meat back, feeling the reluctance of her anal tube to release any of him. The sensitive tube in the underside of his hard cock rubbed tenderly and heatedly along the incensed tissues of her aroused asshole.



Gasps still came from Idrine's mouth, and Brian knew they were gasps of pleasure. This excited him all the more. Now, more than ever, he ached to sample the mother, too. The grandmother had been terrific. Idrine was fabulous. Brian wondered if Renee was as good. He would have to find out.



Tugging all but the elastic dome of his heatedly throbbing penis from the girl's tight, anal interior, Brian paused for an instant, then surged right back into her seething depths. He felt his penis slide into her anal center like a white-hot rod sliding through sticky syrup.



He began picking up speed, enjoying the pressure of her anal walls, his ears thrilling to the sound of her, "Huuunnnhhh!" when he pushed forward, and her, "Annnggghhh!" when he pulled back. She continued delightfully making those grunting sounds as he kept on pushing and pulling.



Idrine found herself in an entirely new, wonderful, sensual world. She slid a hand between her thighs and touched the sensitive clitoris Brian had licked before. In conjunction with what his cock was doing in her ass, the pressing of her clit felt delightfully wonderful. She found herself rubbing her hot clit in time to the way he was fucking into her ass, wiggling her buttocks to make Brian enjoy it all the more.



Brian began pounding into her all the more wildly now, feeling her anal walls ease their hold a little more so he could stroke smoothly, in and out, in and out. He saw how much she was enjoying it, and this acted like a physical, inner aphrodisiac to him. Seeing how much Idrine enjoyed it, he pounded into her faster and harder. He knew the pleasure she felt was derived from the outward pressure of his moving cock against her rectal walls, and he reasoned he would be able to stretch her anus that much more if his hard cock moved faster, building up a certain amount of air pressure.



Idrine felt Brian pounding his cock into her anal center with all the power he could muster, forcing her head to slam into the pillow beneath it. When her knees slipped from under her, the pillow under her belly kept her from falling.



"Now..." Brian gasped, "I'm gonna teach you a little lesson."



Idrine wondered what he was talking about, but then, looking back between her thighs, she saw he had somehow managed to get his hands on her riding crop, and for a moment she feared he was going to hurt her. The girl was all set to pull away from Brian when she felt him reach under her thighs, and use the crop to move her fingers away. And then he was massaging her clitoris with it, lightly stroking it, causing her no pain, but enhancing her sensations even more.



She felt his hard cock speed up the tempo of its drumming through her ass. He was fucking solidly, rigidly into her rectum, keeping the riding crop pressed against her clitoris. The clutching fingers of his free hand left red marks in the soft white flesh of her tender asscheeks. She could feel her tiny breasts jiggling back and forth, the tips grazing the pillow under her, and her tender body jerked.



"Move that gorgeous butt," Brian was gasping. "Come on, Idrine. Move it faster."



Her aching inner self was totally beyond control. She felt the orgasm start to rise in her body, realizing she was going to climax. She was about to have an anal orgasm, and it would at least equal, if not surpass, the clitoral climax she'd had earlier.



From Brian's movements, she could tell he was also approaching his own peak. Soon he would be shooting that hot spunk into her, but this time it was being shot into her ass rather than her throat. She wished she could swallow the sperm into her belly. He was rutting all the more furiously now, a real bull. His gasping breath was pouring out air over her back and neck as he thrust into her bowels wickedly, aching to empty the contents of his balls into her. He was about to receive dual pleasure, because he would enjoy his own orgasm, but his own ego would get a boost knowing he had made her come while fucking her in the ass.



Idrine decided Brian was not quite the jerk she had always believed him to be. Even if he didn't hang around with all the other boys in school she liked. He was certainly more forward than any of those other boys. None of them would have had the guts to come to her grandmother's house today and pull a stunt like this.



Now she could feel the rising tide in her body, and it was a tide that would not be stayed. She managed to keep her knees under her with her head pressed into the pillow, tightening the grip of her narrow asshole, making it even more difficult for him to move his thick cock in and out. Now she was slamming her small fists into the bed as she felt the rectal orgasm building.



"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEYYYYYAAAAA GGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed, her voice carrying far beyond the limits of the bedroom.



Her grandmother, still watching her, felt envious of the girl, realizing how rarely she experienced an anal orgasm herself, though quite often fucked in the ass.



Brian, realizing how much she was enjoying it, felt all the more aroused, and now his own body began stiffening as he continued pumping his prick into Idrine's rectum. He slammed into her with violent passion, determined to bullet the heavy remnants of his sperm into the gripping clutch of her ass.



"HAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" he gasped, his voice a high-pitched wail in the small house, carrying far beyond the bedroom walls as his semen splashed into the young girl's anus.



Harriet never used this room for her sexual escapades because it wasn't properly soundproofed. Her other room, the one with the circular bed, was the room she preferred, knowing she and her bed partner could scream their heads off in there without being heard. Even as she watched the two children enjoy the throes of their wild orgasms, she feared they were heard.



***



"Did you hear that?" Renee asked, as she and Larry Hunter once again approached Renee's mother's home. "It sounds as if someone in there is being murdered."



"You stay back," Hunter told her. "I'll go take a quick look."



"The hell with that," Renee snapped. "You're not leaving me behind."



The two of them rushed up the walk to Harriet Pembroke's front door. Renee already had a key in her hand, and she quickly unlocked the door. The two of them burst in. Seeing Harriet standing at the far end of one hallway, they rushed toward her.



"Idrine!" Renee screamed, seeing what her daughter was doing with Brian Wolfe.



Larry Hunter was standing beside Renee, staring at his Idrine's naked body. Though he felt a certain amount of lust shooting through him, he also felt some fatherly anger that his daughter was being handled this way. He ran into the room, yanked Brian off the girl, and slammed him against the wall.



"Stop that!" Harriet Pembroke yelled. "This is my house and I won't have any of this going on."



"No, you just have a lot of fucking and sucking going on all the time," Larry Hunter snapped, dropping Brian.



"Well you ought to know, since you do a lot of it," Harriet angrily said to him.



"Yeah, but with you, not with my own kid."



There it was. Hunter had inadvertently blurted it out for everyone to know, including Brian Wolfe. The most stunned of all was Idrine.



"Do you mean to say you're my father?" she asked.



"Yes," Renee broke in, because Hunter was too embarrassed to reply. "He's your father. And that park out there is your breeding ground, where you were spawned one summer's evening."



"You're kidding," Brian said, looking at Renee.



"Oh no, I'm very serious," Renee told the boy. "Right where that shooting gallery is now, there used to be a clump of bushes and trees with a space inside them. And that's where Mr. Hunter, here, grabbed me and started the making of Idrine."



"Well I've offered to marry you a thousand times," Larry said.



"Why, so you can go on doing to me what you did that night? That's the only reason why you want to marry me. Then you'll be doing things with your wife and your mother-in-law."



"That sounds like it'd be a lot of fun," Harriet broke in. "Unfortunately for you, dear daughter, you're a terrible prude."



"Mother, how could you even think of doing such a thing."



"Why not?" Idrine broke in. "I expect I could become part of it, too."



She smirked at Larry Hunter when she said that, and saw the man blush. Renee, who had no idea why her daughter had come out with such a remark, said, "Go put some clothes on. We're leaving here before you become further corrupted."



"Are you insinuating that I'm corrupting Idrine?" Harriet asked.



"You and your customers," Renee snapped, pointing at Brian and Larry.



"You know," Harriet said to her daughter, "the trouble with you is, you're too much of a puritan. Because of it, you've ruined your entire life, and now you're trying to ruin Idrine's life."



"Mother!" Renee gasped. "Are you suggesting I allow Idrine to put out for her father?"



"Why the Devil not!" Harriet snapped. "If both Larry and Idrine enjoy it, who are you to stand in their way? And Larry, if Idrine enjoys doing things with Brian Wolfe, how dare you come in and break it up?"



Hunter began reddening, and shrugging his shoulders. He didn't know what to say.



"Mother, you're being disgusting," Renee snapped.



"And you're too uptight," Harriet said to her daughter.



Going to her kitchen, Harriet poured some amber liquid from a bottle she had taken from a cabinet, into four glasses. She brought the glasses, on a tray, into the living room, and called to the two women and the two males to come in. Idrine had put on the negligee Brian had discarded.



According to her appointment book, Harriet Pembroke didn't have a six o'clock appointment, but it would be more than made up for a later one, when she had an eight o'clock date with two brothers, both of whom wanted to use her at the same time. So she had an extra hour in which to finally help straighten out Renee. It was time for her straitlaced daughter to come down to earth and realize fucking was not a bad thing because some impotent man, many years ago, put down certain rules and regulations and called it a holy book. Harriet was a totally non-religious woman, and as a result lived by no one's church rules and regulations. She had brought her daughter up to be open-minded, but Renee had been corrupted by some of her school girl friends, early in life. Had it not been for her being seduced by Larry Hunter, it was possible Renee would have grown up without her anti-sexual hangups.



There was a touch of aphrodisiacs in the drinks she had given the four people. For once, she was going to be an observer. This was one time she should not take part, but her daughter would, instead. So would her granddaughter, and if Idrine wanted to screw for her father, then let her. Harriet could see the young girl was entranced by the thought.



Having discovered Hunter was her father, Idrine found him more exciting than ever. She wanted him to deflower her, as he had deflowered her mother. She would show him she was not an ungrateful female. She would show her appreciation.



CHAPTER EIGHT



Harriet had the four people sit on her living room couch. Renee claimed she didn't want to sit near Larry Hunter, so Idrine sat beside her father at one end, while Brian, still wearing a pair of undershorts, sat with Renee at the other end of the long sofa. Harriet had given each of them their drinks, and they had silently sipped, not being able to think of anything to say. For ten long minutes nobody said much of anything while everyone continued sipping their drinks.



Harriet knew it would take almost no time for the Spanish Fly to take effect. She watched, noting how everyone's breathing began quickening after awhile.



Renee tried to slow her breathing down, but couldn't. For some reason she felt terribly excited, and she felt the need for a man, but she'd be damned if she would give Larry Hunter the satisfaction of having her again.



Abruptly, Renee felt her body twitch, and looking down, she saw Brian Wolfe's hand on her skirted thigh. The boy actually had the nerve to try moving his fingers between her legs. She instantly clamped her thighs together.



Brian, not knowing why he felt as he did, had a tremendous urge to fuck again, and he decided he would try and make it a clean sweep by scoring with Renee, especially since she was closer to him. Under normal circumstances such an idea would have never occurred to him, but the aphrodisiac, burning through him, cut off any rational thoughts.



Renee would have slapped the boy's face, but the need for a cock was overpowering. When the boy cupped her breast with his hand, she made no move to stop him, feeling the tiny, budlike nipple stiffen under the thin material of her bra. She knew she should stop Brian. The situation had already gotten out of hand, and if she let it go much further, she would let him strip her and fuck her in front of her own mother and daughter. If only that delicious tingling would stop shuddering through her system.



Renee found she had trouble breathing. The drink had turned her body into a bundle of raw nerve-endings her mind was unable to control. She found it incredible to believe the different feelings shooting through her. She'd had them before, but never this intensely. She knew she would have to do something quickly, or she would go insane.



Brian was already rubbing his almost-naked body against hers. He was so close to her she could hardly move. His fingers were undoing her shiny, striped blouse, and then they were dipping into her revealed brassiere, cupping a naked breast. Thousands of tiny, wonderful pinpricks raced deliciously through her, starting at the tip of her shuddering nipple as he rolled it maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. The heat of his breath rushed wildly against her ear as his face pressed against hers.



She turned, trying to tell him to stop, and suddenly found the young, man kissing her. For one small instant in time she tried twisting her mouth away, but the pressure of the young boy's lips was too much for her in her present state.



"Struggle and you'll disturb your daughter," Brian whispered.



Renee looked at the other end of the couch and saw her daughter snuggled against Larry Hunter. And it was obvious Hunter was not feeling the least bit fatherly toward her. But the sight of them fondling one another only aroused her that much more.



Very slowly, Renee allowed herself to relax. She leaned against young Brian, no longer seeming to care what her daughter or her mother did. If they wanted to play with that rotten bastard who had sired Idrine, but who had never made his offer of marriage to her until after the girl was born, then let them. Brian might only be a boy, but he was much better than Larry.



Inwardly she giggled. She had no business being here. If her old school girl friends were right, she would end up in perdition for doing something like this. But then, who cared?



She felt a secret sense of power, knowing this young teenage boy wanted her. It thrilled her to feel his hands dipped into her bra, rubbing her naked breasts, giving her tingling sensations of delight. And to think her daughter was at the other end of the couch letting Larry, the girl's own father, fondle her the same way.



The mere thought sent wild shudders of delight coursing through Renee. Maybe she should have wantonly fooled around like this a long time ago. Maybe her mother was right, and Idrine should have been properly educated. If so, the girl might not be in her father's arms right now.



There were no maybes about it. She should have gone on a fucking spree and had a whole bunch of girls. Maybe they would all be here today, with all their sires, and they would have one big incestuous orgy. The only one missing would be her own father. But he was dead, according to her mother.



Oh, to hell with it all, Renee thought, and thrust her tongue into young Brian's mouth.



The boy had a way about him. He seemed to know how to kiss very nicely. She couldn't remember any of her male friends, or even Larry Hunter, kissing her with such ardor. But after seeing the way the boy had poled her daughter's ass, Renee hoped Brian would have enough cock left over for her.



She needn't have worried. The cantharides in his drink had aroused the boy to a fever-pitch, and he would have enough cock left over to screw every woman in the village, that night.



Renee squirmed at her end of the sofa, no longer feeling anything other than desire. All fear, all hate, all anguish had disappeared, banished by the amber drink. All she felt now was a relaxed justification for being here. She had as much right to do this as her mother, her daughter, or anyone else.



Renee wanted to look, but she didn't dare. She tried pressing closer to Brian, but he was staring, his eyes wide open, and he whispered, "Will you look at that. Look at the way your daughter is blowing her old man."



Renee looked, unable to stop herself, and she got a very clear view of her daughter, now on her knees in front of the sofa, with her head working up and down between Larry Hunter's thighs. Idrine's lips were tightly clasped around the throbbing pole protruding from Hunter's opened fly. Tufts of his pubic hair were also standing out.



"Oh no!" Renee moaned, hiding her face in Brian's shoulder.



Somehow she just hadn't expected to see this. Right out in front of Brian, her mother and herself, her daughter was sucking the penis of the man who had sired her. This was so embarrassing. How could Idrine do such a thing?



Small tears of shame dribbled down her cheek. A moment before she had believed she didn't give a damn. Now she discovered she still had qualms about things. The terrible sight of Larry's thick penis driving up into Idrine's hungering mouth was almost too much for Renee. And listening to the lewd smacking sounds of her daughter's lips as she announced her enjoyment of what she was doing to everyone in the room bewildered her even more. Now her ears were echoing with the wet, smacking sounds as if her daughter's mewling were magnified a thousand fold. It sounded awful. She burrowed her face deeper into Brian's shoulder. Renee wanted to get up and run, but she knew her legs would never hold her. All she could do was lie there in Brian's arms and listen in torment while her daughter went on sucking Larry's throbbing cock.



Another deep-throated scream caused her to look up again, and what she saw totally astounded her. Idrine had removed the negligee she was wearing and had crawled up over Larry Hunter, straddling his thighs. The round whiteness of her buttocks, a halved volleyball, was poised directly over the upstanding rod of Larry Hunter's hard cock. Idrine was reaching back behind and underneath her body, grasping the man's immense, pulsing rod, and she was pressing it between her labia. Renee held her breath as she saw the massive bulb of Larry Hunter's hard cock make contact with the wide-open, moist, pink flanges of her daughter's virgin cunt. She watched Idrine rub the lust-engorged member up and down in her seething little slit, parting the bare lips, and then, poising herself for a moment.



Larry Hunter's hands pressed down hard on his daughter's shoulders, and the girl's tight, squirming pussy sank slowly down over the upstanding rod. The wet, squishy sound of his cock fitting into the girl echoed throughout the diving room as Idrine gasped, "Ahhhhhhh! Yessssssss! Oooooohhhhhh!"



Renee stared, her eyes wide open in disbelief at the incest. Idrine should have been screaming in pain at having had her cherry violently broken, but the aphrodisiac she had swallowed had lifted her above all pain. All she could feel was the strong, long sensation of a hard cock buried in her tight cunt.



As the girl rose and fell, Renee heard the obscene sucking sounds as the slicing cock moved in and out of her little pussy. Idrine was grinding her thighs all the way down against those of her father, until all Renee could see was the littlest bit of the hairy base of his cock protruding from the moist vaginal lips surrounding it.



Renee knew she should be on her feet, screaming, tearing all the hair out of Larry Hunter's head, but the tranquilizing of the drink she'd had, and the tightness of Brian Wolfe's arms would not allow it. Instead, she lay immobilely frozen, watching helplessly as her giggling daughter began a slow, grinding, up-and-down movement with her buttocks rising in the air above Larry's loins until only the tip of his steel-solid shaft was visibly enclosed in Idrine's tight sheath. Then, with a loud, "huummphhh" each time, the curvaceous twelve-year-old girl dropped heavily back down on her father's thighs, totally impaling herself with each stroke.



Renee turned her head away again, a tight restrictive feeling in her throat and now digging deep into her burning belly. She had never dreamed to watch her little girl behave so wantonly. Instead of feeling the revulsion she had expected to feel, all she experienced was a light, tingling deep between her own thighs. Shutting her eyes, she pressed her face tightly against young Brian's bare shoulder. The sounds continued to fill her ears, and visions of her daughter bouncing up and down on Larry Hunter's thighs continued to fill her mind. Even clamping her eyes tightly shut could not shut out the obscene picture. Obscene, yet wonderfully arousing and exciting, the soft moans coming to her ears from the other end of the bouncing sofa cushion, and the wet, sucking noises of their illicit incest drifted into her ears, and the salacious image was magnified until it was a thousand times larger than reality.



Abruptly, the woman shuddered as she felt Brian's hand pushing into her bra and gripping her bare breast even more tightly. The sight of Idrine and Larry was affecting Brian, too.



The boy's fingers began suddenly pinching her nipple, hard, sending flashes of pleasure-pain shooting through Renee. Lust ran rampantly through her body, overpowering any sense of morality she might have acquired outside her mother's home. The woman uttered a low, helpless groan into Brian's ear. But the sound was almost instantly choked off when the boy began pressing his lips against hers, grinding down hard. His hot tongue flicked wetly into her avid oral cave causing her lush body to writhe against the sofa cushion in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion starting to overflow in her body.



"He's her father?" Brian asked, panting.



"Y-Yes," Renee replied, shuddering.



"He's fucking his own daughter," Brian mumbled.



"I know!" Renee snapped, tears dripping from her eyes. "He should be fucking me."



"Well let's get even with him," Brian whispered.



"What do you mean?" Renee asked.



"I mean, let's you and me fuck and show them, we won't be left out of this."



"Yes," Renee nodded, knowing this was what she had wanted ever since seeing Idrine with her father. Something in the drink had sent a burning need for cock thrust into her, and she wanted to try out this young boy. Renee was aware of her mother's fetish for young boys, and as a result thought it might be a good idea to try one out.



She squirmed and writhed, rubbing her clothed body against Brian's bare flesh, feeling heated flames rising higher and higher in her womanly body. She'd show Larry Hunter what he was missing all these years. Even if he was fucking his own daughter now, she'd show him she was still the best lay of the three women.



My! Renee said to herself. What am I thinking of? How can I think to compare myself, sexually, with my mother and my daughter?



Yet that was precisely what she was doing in her mind. And she realized she was jealous of her mother. Yes, that was it. And because her mother had enjoyed so much varied experience, she believed she would never be able to match Harriet. That was the real reason why she had never followed in her mother's profession. Deep down, she had always feared she wasn't good enough to compete with Harriet.



But I am, she thought to herself. I'm as good as my mother, and better. And I'll always be better than my hot-assed young daughter. Always!



"Come on, come on," Brian said to her. "Time's wasting. God! I've been dying to fuck you ever since I screwed Idrine's ass. I've always wanted to see how you compare to your mother and daughter."



You too, Renee thought. All right. The time has come for me to come out of my shell I'll fuck the ass off you, you snotty young kid. You'll come begging for more, only you'll never get me again. I'll make you suffer just like I've made Larry Hunter suffer all these years.



Her body tightened as she felt the young boy start massaging her asscheeks while pulling her taut body against his own.



As he rubbed against her, his mouth still pasted hotly against her lips, Renee shuddered and held her breath, feeling the solid stiffness under Brian's underpants pressing against her skirt and pushing into her own genitals. The strong power of the aphrodisiacal drink oozed through her bloodstream, intensifying the abrupt, uncontrolled emotions coursing through her flesh against her mind's will.



She was fighting against years of controlled desire, wanting to unleash that desire and take it far beyond any control. It was time to release herself.



Renee wriggled against the boy as his finger gripped her nipple, and the hardness of his young cock ground into her panties-covered cunt as her dark skirt slid up out of the way. Soft moans of helpless submission came oozing forth from between her lips. Her very helplessness, added to the fact that her daughter was being fucked by Larry Hunter overpowered her tortured mind. She jumped when she felt Brian's hands push between them and press against the gentle curve of her belly.



"Uhhh!" she gasped, more conscious than ever of Larry Hunter's gasps as their daughter wildly bounced up and down on his thighs. Her girlish juices had drenched Hunter's pants.



Renee jerked a bit as she felt Brian's fingers sliding under her skirt, up along the front of her thighs. She moaned and moved a little making it easier for him, more determined than ever to enjoy this. Wild sensations continued building up in the pit of her womanly belly, and she gasped and then inhaled sharply as she realized her skirt was now bunched up around, hex hips. And then his fingers came into contact with the mother's soft, naked stomach.



A shocking bolt of electricity blasted along the firm, smooth, white flesh of her tender thighs as Renee felt the boy slowly slip a finger beneath the tight, elastic leg band of her panties. She writhed a bit, thrilling as the tip of his finger found the narrow, sensitive slit of her tender vulva and carefully worked into it. Her soft pubic hair was if gently parted as the finger moved higher in her shuddering slit, making sudden, delicious contact with her tiny, throbbing clitoris. Her entire cuntal gash was wet from the burning desire now tormenting her body, permeating through her entire being like some kind of virus. Renee gasped, grunting out little mewls of delightful pleasure as she felt desire becoming heavier and heavier in her womanly breast.



She didn't dare utter a sound. Any noise she made might disturb Idrine and Larry Hunter. It was obvious the two were enjoying one another immensely, and she would have felt terrible disturbing them. Too, she didn't want Hunter looking in her direction, seeing how easily she was giving Brian what she had denied him these many years since that one night he had seduced her in the park.



She lay there, feeling somewhat helpless while Brian's young hands roamed all over her body, touching, teasing, tantalizing, and arousing her. She found herself reacting strongly to the boy's touch, feeling the maddening caress of his hands on her bra-covered breasts and her nearly exposed cunt. Renee realized she was wet between her thighs. Her hips were writhing in maddening rhythm to the light teasing of young Brian's fingers as they continued their licentious search between her pussy lips. She had become a total slave to her body, and for some unknown reason her mind didn't care, at all. It was as if her mind was floating on a sensuous cloud of lust, anxious to see her body loved.



Brian had known Renee would surrender, though he wasn't quite sure why he knew. The drink he'd swallowed, now burning through his young body, had boosted his self-confidence even more, and he was absolutely positive Renee Pembroke would come around to his way of thinking.



But now that she was responding, he was taken somewhat aback, not expecting it to happen this quickly. He smashed his hard lips against her soft, yielding mouth, his tongue wetly probing through her mouth. Renee sucked on it avidly, letting her soft female body melt into his solid, boyish flesh. The woman felt herself vibrating with forbidden excitement as the boy held the kiss, long and hard. She could feel the twitch of his hard cock as it wetly pressed against her.



"I wanna fuck you," Brian whispered to her. "I wanna fuck you just like Hunter, over there, is fucking Idrine."



The sound of the youth's voice excited Renee. She reached down between their bodies, resolutely gripped his hard cock, and began boldly stroking it, feeling more wonderfully wanton than ever. Her full breasts and rounded thighs tingle with desire.



"Take everything off," Brian insisted, unable to control himself any longer.



Renee's hand trembled as she unzipped her skirt. Then she slipped out of her blouse, reached behind her, and undid her bra, thrilling to the cool air in the room washing over the nakedness of her exposed breasts. Her tiny, round nipples stood staunchly erect, blood pulsing through the brown capsules. She dropped her bra on the floor, then wriggled out of her skirt. The idea of fucking with this young boy, out in the open -- so to speak -- with her daughter a few feet away, and her mother looking on seemed to enhance the thrill for Renee all the more. She watched Brian peel down his briefs, and she smiled seeing how obviously impatient the boy was to get at her. Yes, tonight she was going to enjoy herself more than she ever had before, and this was only the beginning. She might not be a whore like her mother, but fucking, on a limited scale, was something she could do for "presents".



Raising her ass from the sofa cushion, Renee stripped her panties down over the fullness of her lush thighs. She pulled them from around her ankles and dropped them on the floor with the rest of her clothing.



Brian's hands reached out and hungrily caressed her, running over her naked flesh again and again. She sat perfectly still, her back against the back of the sofa, her thighs apart, her arms at her sides, trembling from the wicked sensations running through her.



When the boy dropped his head to Renee's solid mammaries, cupping one in his hand and sucking its nipples into his mouth, Renee shuddered so visibly the entire sofa seemed to tremble. She swayed, and had the sofa-back not been supporting her, she would have fallen.



Renee's eyes jumped over to where her daughter and Larry Hunter were still making love, then she let Brian push her sideways until she was lying on the couch with him lying beside her. His hands groped between her thighs but Renee grabbed the boy's wrist, and said, "Later. You can fuck me later. Right now I'm going to suck your cock."



Brian froze, unable to believe he was hearing these words from the most prim woman in the village. Here was a chance to compare her mouth to that of her mother. It was too good an opportunity to let go by, and he could feel his straining prick tremble.



Renee didn't know why she had said this, except it seemed the most logical thing to do. Not only that, but in her mind, far in the past, she remembered how Larry Hunter had gasped at the pressure of her mouth on his cock, and she knew he would stare hungrily at Brian, anxious to feel what the boy would be feeling, even with his hot, hard dick sunk into the teeming depths of Idrine's sloshing nookie. Even now, she could hear her daughter's gasping sighs as Idrine continued bouncing on Hunter's lap.



The sounds made Renee laugh softly to herself. For some reason, Larry Hunter seemed to be restraining himself. He was a long way away from his own orgasm, which would give Renee and Brian lots of time to catch up. The boy was almost primitive compared to Hunter, yet he was also refreshing. Her mother seemed to know a lot when it came to young boys. When all was said and done, they were totally different from swaggering, overconfident, experienced men.



The slender boy lay with his leg thrown over her, his chin resting against her shoulder. The wet, slushing sounds of what was going on between Idrine and Larry Hunter filtered over to them in a low, continuous rhythm, punctuated by soft, moaning noises of Idrine's youthful passion. Idrine really slammed her body down against her father's thighs, a delighted whimper of surprise would erupt from between her lips. This outburst of sound excited Brian even more. Renee could feel the boy's stone-solid cock resting on her thigh, throbbing in rhythm to Idrine's moans.



"Ready, Brian?" Renee asked, realizing the sounds of her daughter being fucked were even more exciting to her than they were to Brian.



"Uh huh!" was all he could mutter, unable to say anything else as his voice seemed to catch in his throat.



"Lie down on your back," Renee insisted, sitting up.



Renee was surprised at her being so forward with the young boy. But then, if she was going to do something, she might as well get the most from it that she possibly could, and the only way to do that would be to keep the boy from assuming any kind of command over her. Therefore she had to be the aggressor. Besides, Larry Hunter was sitting up on the couch, with Idrine still bouncing in his lap. He would be able to look over and see what she was doing, and it would eat his heart out. She would drink the boy's sperm while Hunter watched, making him wish her lips were tightly wrapped around his -- Hunter's -- cock.



In all the time she had gone with men, she had never licked a penis since that first night with Hunter. The idea had repelled her a bit. Now, with the aphrodisiac flowing freely through her veins, the idea of sucking a penis suddenly seemed thrilling and enjoyable to her. Her own pussy was hot and wet because of the way Brian's fingers had touched her, and one day she would try to convince a man to lick her down there. And if she wanted to be licked down there, she knew a man would enjoy having his cock sucked. And if sucking a cock gave pleasure, then there was no reason why she shouldn't enjoy doing it.



She decided to work her way down. Her tongue began by licking the hollows of the boy's throat, and Brian shuddered, thinking how similar was the natural techniques of both, Harriet and Renee Pembroke. Renee's pink tongue traversed across the boy's bare, hairless chest, licking his nipples, not sure he would respond. The woman was pleasantly surprised when Brian did writhe.



Harriet, watching her daughter, realized the inhibitions which had filled her daughter, were disappearing. After tonight, she couldn't see Renee going back to her old ways. This made Harriet glad. Her daughter had to learn to get the most from life, even if it meant doing things contrary to what other people approved of. As long as no one was hurt by her actions, Renee had the right to do what she wanted, when she wanted, in any way she wanted.



Renee didn't know much about the male body and what made it react. Her experiences had been limited to straight fucking, letting the man do all the work. This was the first time she was doing things, herself.



Reaching down, the eager woman grasped Brian's hardened cock between her fingers as she worked her mouth lower and lower, her tongue wildly licking at the boy's naked flesh. She noted it was a nice-sized cock for a boy as young as Brian, but it was probably the smallest cock she had ever touched. Remembering how delightful she had felt once when one of her infrequent dates had licked her navel, she began lapping into Brian's belly-button, making the boy squirm. She felt his stomach tighten and ripple under her tongue and knew she was getting to him. His flesh was as smooth as satin.



Renee's hand clutched his throbbing cock all the more tightly, squeezing the penis, seeing the "teardrops" pour out in profusion. Her fondling made the boy moan lustfully.



Renee found her position somewhat uncomfortable, so she slid lower, levering his young thighs apart. Her own knees now rested on the floor, and she tugged him around so he was lying on the couch with his feet dangling over the side.



Renee lifted her face and stared at the boy's loins. Her fingers continued running up and down over his hardened cock, and now her lips were a scant inch away from the shuddering tip. Her mouth opened, and warm, soft breath came flowing out all over his penile head. The blood-sensitized tip shuddered with maddened lust, knowing what was about to happen to it. It was about to be devoured, and Brian couldn't wait for it to happen.



"Unnnhhh!" the boy gasped. "Oh yes, yes, suck it!"



Renee heard him groaning out the words and knew she had the boy where she could get him to do anything, now. Like her mother and her daughter, she first began realizing the power she had over men with her mouth.



As a naive teenager, when she had first licked Larry Hunter's cock, she'd had no idea what power she could exercise over the male sex. Now, with the burning aphrodisiac blasting through her, it finally occurred to her why her mother and daughter enjoyed all this so much. In the act of fucking, a woman had supreme power. And with Larry Hunter looking on, she knew she was punishing him even more for being so impersonal about that first time she had fucked for him.



Her tongue whipped out, and the tip came into heated, moist contact with the red point of Brian's shuddering phallus. The tongue circled about the smooth, rubbery flesh as he groaned from the delightfully wicked teasing to which he was being subjected. The point of her tongue searched for, and found the slit in his glans where the "teardrops" came from, and stabbed wetly into it. The inside was already moist from the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping out because of his mounting excitement.



The sharp, pungent taste and odor caused Renee's mouth to salivate as her nostrils flared. Her hands drifted to the base of his huge, swollen dork and cupped the wrinkled scrotum, feeling the tender weight of his balls inside. Her nails grazed over the wrinkled flesh. Her other hand gripped the base of the boy's penis where it soared upward over his pelvis. She squeezed it between her thumb and fingers, pulling down hard, making the red, plumlike head stand out even more. Now it was at the mercy of her hungering lips.



With burning passion, Renee began planting moist kisses all around it, starting at the top, then tracing a path down along the full length to the base where she licked his balls, and then moved back up the other side of the penis, right back to the top. She played with the throbbing wang, teasing it, making it shudder and stiffen and swell until Brian could stand it no longer.



With a shuddering gasp, the boy gripped her hair with his hands, and holding her head still, rammed his cock up between her lips. Renee clamped her lips shut for a moment, attempting to resist, wondering if she was doing the right thing. The spongy point was sliding against her tongue and palate, stretching her soft, tender lips, forcing her teeth wide apart.



She could have bitten his cock, but decided against it. The boy was overcome with passion, and it was all her fault. She had to admit she liked the spongy feel of it rubbing along the full length of her tongue, trying to push into her throat.



Closing her eyes, Renee sucked strongly, trying to keep herself from gagging. She was grateful the penis wasn't as long as Larry Hunter's. Saliva flooded her mouth, bathing the boy's cock. It protruded like a peeled banana from between Renee's ovalled lips.



"Wow!" Brian gasped. "You really got a great mouth, Ms. Pembroke."



Her lips pulled on his throbbing wang, sliding up and down, but not creating any friction, because her saliva kept everything wetted down. He rammed his hips up, trying to create some feeling.



"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he gasped. "Please, please, suck harder." His voice was coarse and thick with aroused passion. And Renee could feel the way he was breathing.



Tightening her lips, Renee created the needed friction to bring sensation to the boy's pulsing peter, feeling the excitement continue to mount in her own body. She loved the debasing way her mouth was being used. The throbbing penis sliding against her tongue made her thing of her mouth as a cunt. She sucked like a fierce rod, twining her tongue around and around the throbbing penile point, bobbing her head up and down. She sucked with the idea of making the boy shoot in her mouth. She wanted to know the joyful taste of sperm. The more she sucked, the more she could understand why her mother had chosen this way of life as a profession. Each person had to be happy in his or her lifetime occupation, and Renee could comprehend why her mother was so joyful in what she did.



Soon the boy would be pumping his white spunk between her lips, and she hoped Larry Hunter would be watching as she swallowed. Her vagina pulsated with wicked delight at the thought of revenging herself on her daughter's father, this way.



CHAPTER NINE



At the other end of the sofa Idrine was bouncing wildly on her father's hard cock. The aphrodisiac had totally blotted out the pain she might have felt from his rupturing her hymen. She was only vaguely aware of her mother and Brian, and really didn't give any thought to what they might be doing.



Idrine felt the orgasm build higher and higher in her vagina, and she realized this was going to be the best orgasm of the evening for her. But none of it compared to the mating of cock and cunt. Knowing this man fucking her was her daddy only made Idrine feel that much more aroused. Her climax built faster and faster, and then it blasted through her with the power of a hundred megaton bomb.



"EEEEEYYYYYIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed, bouncing up and down all the more quickly, trying to make Larry Hunter shoot his anxious load into her cunt. But for some reason he wouldn't peak. She dragged herself from her father's body, rising so she could slip all the more easily from the long, strong dick.



Staring at the other end of the sofa, he saw Renee's mouth obscenely stretched around Brian's cock, and it angered him. The upright, moralistic bitch, who would have nothing to do with him after the first time he had fucked her, was sucking on some kid's hard cock.



Standing, he walked over to the other end of the sofa. Harriet, who saw the expression on his face, approached him to try and cool him down, but Larry gently pushed her aside and said, "This is between me and my wife."



Renee lifted her mouth from Brian's penis, and said, "You're not my husband."



"Oh yes I am," he snarled. "Ever since the day Idrine was born I was your husband, even if no words were ever said over us, and I think the time has come for you to learn just who's the master in our little family."



"Ooooooh, this looks like fun," Idrine squealed, staring at her parents.



"What are you going to do?" Renee asked, frightened by Hunter's attitude.



"Do? Why I'm going to do what Brian did to our daughter. I'm going to fuck you in your righteous ass."



When Renee tried standing, Larry threw her, face-down, on the sofa, with her buttocks facing him. Before she could move, Renee felt him stooping, grabbing her ankles, and pulling her thighs wide apart. Then he dropped to his knees between her parted loins, running his hands across her firm, inner muscles. He could see her hot cunt was dribbling, inviting him to enter it, but he ignored it. It was her asshole he wanted. He scooped some of the dripping lubrication from her pussy and literally rammed it into her asshole with his finger, tugging his finger out and began pressing the knob of his excited penis against her dime-sized pucker.



Harriet stared, holding her breath as she saw the man unrelentingly push forward until, with an audible "pop", his penis slipped into the tightness of Renee's asshole. The tiny, stretching anal muscle slipped over the round dome of Larry Hunter's cock like a tight elastic band. Larry wore an evil grin as he thrust forward solidly with his hips, burying half his cock in Renee's asshole.



"Unnggghhh! Ooooh! It hurrrrts!" Renee gasped.



Her fists pounded into the sofa cushion, but Larry continued ramming with his cock until the flail had its entire length buried inside. Renee jerked and twitched for a moment, then lay absolutely still, letting the pain slowly slide away from her.



"Yes!" Hunter gasped. "Your asshole is as tight as your mouth and your cunt. Tighter, even."



In spite of his immediate desire to start fucking into her rectum and colon, he waited, grasping her buttery asscheeks with tight fingers, squeezing, tugging her up to her knees. He would have things his way from now on, because he intended marrying Renee and fucking her any time it damn well pleased him. And he would go on fucking his sweet daughter, as well. Idrine's cunt was no less desirable than that of his natural wife. And he would also fuck his mother-in-law, though he'd be damned if he'd ever pay her for it again. Not that he intended stopping Harriet from whoring. If that was what the woman wanted, far be it from him to stop her. It was hard to think of her as a grandmother, because she was younger than he.



Brian, whose blowjob had been interrupted, felt hotter than ever. He looked around but saw Idrine was too engrossed in the conflict between her parents to want to do anything with him. So was Harriet. Well hell! He'd be damned if he would end up tugging on his cock.



"Hey," he said to Larry Hunter. "You ain't married to her, yet. And you broke up a good thing. So how about letting me get in on some of the action before you become a legal family. I mean, it's only fair. If the two of you hadn't seen me with Idrine, earlier, there's a good chance none of this would have happened."



Normally, Larry Hunter would have told the young Wolfe to go to hell, but the aphrodisiac was strong in his body, and it occurred to him his wife deserved a double-fucking as punishment for having made him wait for her so long. Cramming his hard cock deeper into Renee's anguished cunt, his arms gripped her belly, pulling her tightly against him. He yanked her to her feet, then made her turn so his own ass was facing the sofa. He fell back, pulling Renee with him, and the woman screamed as his cock seemed to sink another half-inch into her rear. He now lay sprawled on the sofa with his feet dangling over the side, and Renee lay on top of him, facing away from him, her ass totally impaled on his thick, heavy cock. Her hair-covered, wide-open pussylips were obscenely being spread before Brian's eyes. And the young boy understood just, what he was to do.



Brian lost no time. He moved between Renee's widespread thighs, straddling Hunter's knees, pushing the milk-white loins even farther apart. Gripping his anxious cock in his hands, he guided it slowly but surely to the center of Renee's fulcrum, and without hesitation slowly pushed it all the way into her tight, moist, open cavern.



"Aaannggghhh!" the helpless Renee groaned as the boy's hard cock slithered deep into her aching belly, pressing against Larry Hunter's penis buried all the way in her asshole. She lay there, moaning and crying out, feeling pain, yet feeling flames burn through her. She was sandwiched between the two men, impaled on both their joints with only a thin membrane of fleshy tissue separating the two tunnels in her body they filled.



There was no longer a delay on the part of either male. Brian, already excited from watching the way Larry had probed his future wife's ass. He began fucking furiously into Renee's hot, steaming cunt, while Larry thrust up from underneath with hard, lengthy strokes into the woman's anus. It took them a moment to adjust to one another, buffeting the woman between them like a life-sized pillow of foam rubber. Renee was gasping, trembling, knowing she should be in pain from the dual impalement. Each time Brian slammed into her, she grunted, feeling the pressure of his belly smack against hers as his hard cock filled her tender, moist internal box.



The two heavy cudgels battered into Renee's wide-open orifices like dual battering rams. The moist, long penises, now soaking wet because of a moisture of Renee's inner secretions and their own oily emissions, both began sliding in and out with almost practiced ease. It was as if the two males had done this many times.



Renee realized she was enjoying it. What had started out as a stretching of her light anus that should have caused pain was now a thrilling massage in her rectum. And the pressure of the hard cock in her asshole made the tunnel of her vagina that much narrower. She was being fucked half to death, and she was loving it. And one of the men was her future husband, while the other boy was her daughter's lover.



Renee had no doubt this was only the first of many dual fucking sessions. The thrill of two penises filling her body at once was something she had no intention of forsaking. And Larry would have nothing to say about it, since it was his idea in the first place. Her hips slammed down to meet the upthrust of Larry Hunter's thicker cock as it pounded up into her ass, then her loins slammed up to meet the slamming attack of Brian's stiff pole, cramming itself into the tightness of her snatch. Her entire body undulated between the two men, humping up and down wildly as she rotated her hot cunt and twitching assholes in wild circles.



"Unnnnhhh... uuhhhnnnhhh... uuunnnhhh..." she gasped, over and over as the two penises moved through her body. The men moved more wildly, and Renee knew all the sorrowful days making up her past were gone. She had a bright future to look forward to, and she intended enjoying it to the fullest.



Looking to the side, seeing Idrine watching, lust lighting the young girl's eyes, she called out, "Idrine... uhhhh... slide between your... ooooh... father... and myself... facing him so my head can rest on your... ahhhh... ass, and he can lick your pussy."



Idrine found it difficult to maneuver between her father and her mother with her mother lying on top of Larry Hunter. She moved in from the side, half-standing in a crablike crouch, pressing her hips between the back of her mother's head and Larry's face. Renee pulled her head forward a bit, feeling the cushion of her daughter's buttocks slide underneath.



Idrine felt her breasts pressing into the back of the couch as her hot little cunt, dripping with her own lubrication, pressed against her father's nose and mouth. She felt Larry open his lips, and his tongue was leaping out, stabbing into Idrine's steaming cunt. Brian, seeing the rounded orbs of Idrine's ass behind Renee's head, became even hotter, and began fucking all the faster into Renee's cunt. This speeded up the pressure on Larry's thrusting cock as he felt Renee's rectum tighten around his hard pole, and he responded by sucking his daughter's clitoris with vigorous, lip-pressing as his tongue washed over the extended nubbin.



Idrine reached down and gripped her father's head with her hands while her feet dug into the sofa cushions on either side of his body. Her rounded ass moved up and down, continuing to pillow her mother's head.



"Hey, I want in on this, too," Harriet Pembroke decided.



If everyone else in her house was becoming totally uninhibited, she had the right to join in the fun. She considered standing on the sofa, with her feet surrounding her daughter's body so she could press her cunt into Brian's face, but decided she would wobble too much, standing that way. She would fall. The only way she would be able to stand on the sofa cushions would be facing Renee and gripping Idrine's breasts to keep herself from losing her balance.



Approaching her gasping daughter's face, Harriet asked, "Would you object to sucking my pussy, Renee?"



"I'd love it," Renee gasped, and deep down, she knew that was precisely what she wanted to do. Having her head pressed between her mother's body and her daughter's body was a wonderful idea. And how could she object to kissing her mother's dripping cunt? Wasn't that the passageway via which she, herself, had entered the world?



Harriet climbed onto the sofa, then brought her thigh down over Renee's face while she clutched Idrine's small breasts. Her hot, bubbling cunt settled against Renee's anxious mouth, and the hungry woman began sucking as she heard Larry lick into Idrine's seething pussy.



The combination of her mother's cunt against her face and her daughter's asscheeks cushioning her head, added to the two stroking penises rampantly pounding through her body became too much for Renee Pembroke. She felt a twin orgasm suddenly erupt in her as the climaxes exploded in her hot vagina and narrow rectum.



"UUUUUGGGGGLLLLLUUUUU MMMMMPHHHHH!" she gasped, with her tongue pressing solidly against Harriet's shuddering, leaking gash. Her tongue lanced in and out speedily as she bucked, feeling her orgasm totally overpower her. And Harriet, feeling her daughter's moving tongue, squealed and humped her body all the more quickly.



Brian, whose hard phallus continued pumping into Renee's cunt, came next. He fired what few drops he had left in him into the woman's tight, hair-lined box, feeling her squeezing cuntal walls milk every drop of spunk from his thrusting cock. His tongue continued licking into Harriet Pembroke's asshole, matching the strokes of Renee's tongue, and Harriet was the next to come. As Brian pressed his mouth against her asscheeks, shouting his, "UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" Harriet jammed her slavering pussy into her daughter's face and squealed, "EEEEEYYYYYIIIII!"



Brian, unable to stay on his knees between Renee's thighs, pulled his softening cock from her contracted pussy and fell to the floor. He had finally whacked himself out.



Harriet, feeling Brian fall away, wanted to pull away from her daughter's face now that she had come, but Renee clutched Harriet's ass tightly and rubbed her head against Idrine's cheeks. The pressure of her head against her daughter's rectal cushions forced Idrine's cunt all the more solidly against Larry Hunter's face, and his tongue massaged the girl's shuddering clit until she peaked with a "HHHHHIIIIYYAAGGGHH!"



At that same moment, Larry Hunter fired his wad into Renee's bucking ass. Renee felt the heated semen shoot through her ass, soothing her raw rectal membranes. Only now was she aware that she might have felt some pain.



Idrine, no longer able to stand, slid down into her father's lap as Renee fell forward. Hunter's shrinking penis "popped" out of her ass as the woman sank to the floor, totally exhausted.



EPILOGUE



Less than a week later, Larry Hunter and Renee Pembroke were legally married. Renee and Idrine moved into a large duplex penthouse with Larry Hunter in a building he owned in the high-class part of the village.



Harriet Pembroke remained living in her little house, continuing to service those men willing to pay for her body. Fucking was not merely a living for her -- it was a way of life.



On occasion, the Hunter family, Larry, Renee, and Idrine, visited Harriet Pembroke, and they had a menage-a-quatre. And when Brian Wolfe stopped by, it became a menage-a-cinq.



Brian Wolfe was ostensibly Idrine Hunter's steady boy friend. The truth was, he did occasionally fuck her, but he usually went to her house to fuck with Renee while Larry Hunter pumped his own daughter. And when he visited Harriet Pembroke's house, the young grandmother always "loaned" him the money to pay her fee.



And like in all good fairy tales, they lived happily ever after.



THE END