This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com Jeff's Family Harem 1/5 (incest, nc) Lines: 800 I did not write this story. Over the years I have collected a large number of stories from BBS or internet. Because lately there has been a lack of postings on alt.sex.stories, I have decided to repost some of those I like best. Where possible, the original author is identified. Most of the multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. I apologize beforehand to any author who recognizes his/her work being reposted without approval. Reply-To: an84561@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 8 Sep 1994 20:46:18 UTC ******************************************** Copyright 1992 All rights reserved ******************************************** JEFF'S FAMILY HAREM This is the story about how Jeff'S beautiful mother and bratty sister become his willing sex toys, and how he comes to completely control them. ******************************* Part One Jeff tilted the mirror over to the left a little, silently wishing she'd hurry up and finish her shower. He'd been waiting here in the hall since he'd heard the water go on about fifteen minutes ago. The water went off and he slid the mirror back a little. He remembered a few months ago, when he'd been so frustrated at the thought that she was in there naked, nude, and completely invisible to him because of this damned door. He'd lain down on the floor, the side of his head flat on the rug as he tried to peer in through the little one inch crack beneath the bathroom door. He hadn't been able to see anything but her feet of course. Then he'd thought of the mirror. Now he could see the entire inside of the room, or any room for that matter. The curtain slid open and there she was, wet and naked, her body glistening in the bright bathroom light. Her hair darkened and plastered to her head. She reached up for the towel hanging from the shower rod and pulled it down over her head. She leaned forward as she dried her hair, her breasts dropping down with gravity. He sighed as he watched them. God, they were beautiful. She was beautiful. He felt his prick hardening as he watched her. His body trembled slightly in excitement. She straightened up, her hand fumbling with the towel on her head. He suppressed a groan as her figure was so perfectly outlined and displayed. She was barely ten feet from him, and she had no idea he was even here. There was just something so deliciously exciting about seeing her like this, when she thought she was alone and in private. She pulled the towel from her hair, leaving a bedraggled mess behind, and ran the fluffy white thing down around her back and shoulders, then across her chest. The malleable white cones were mashed, their perfect round forms changed, distorted, giving evidence of how pliable and soft they were. She put a foot up on the side of the tub and slid the towel up and down her leg, then did the same with the other. She rubbed the towel between her legs, drying off her groin. Finally, she stepped out of the tub, turning to throw the towel back up on the rod. Her body stretched out and up as she tried to fling it across, she wasn't very tall, in fact, soaking wet and naked, she probably wasn't more than five feet tall. Her watched those sweet little ass cheeks as she stepped on her toes, finally getting the towel across the bar. She turned again toward him, and his cock pulsed as he took in her entire figure at once. Fuck, he thought. Fuck, she had a fantastic body. Jeff had never seen a naked woman before really, aside from pictures and movies. He wasn't a virgin of course, not being the quarterback of the school's football team, but the girls he'd fucked had been in darkness, half folded up and bent over in the back of his car. He'd never actually seen one naked in the light before, not like this. Her breasts were so perfect, so big, so white and round. She had tiny little red nipples directly in the middle of each tit, and they made his mouth water. He pressed himself harder against the wall to still his trembling. He was more excited watching her like this than when he was about to fuck one of those whores at school. She started to walk toward the door and he pulled the mirror back slightly, just in case she should look down and see it there peeking in. He watched her feet until she turned sideways. She was at the counter now, right beside the door, looking in the mirror. He slid the mirror forward, each little movement brought more of her body into view. The mirror image slid up her legs to her thighs, and her rounded buttocks. He watched as she bent forward against the counter, and he got a perfect, straight up shot of her pussy slit. She sat sideways on the counter, her feet coming off the floor. He eased the mirror forward again, until he could bring the mirror into view. Her back was toward him but he could see her chest and face in the mirror. She picked up the hair dryer and a brush and began doing her hair. He panned the mirror up and down, sliding it down over her ass and then up to her image in the mirror. She must be the most gorgeous woman in the world, he sighed. His body trembled again, as if in agreement. Her hair seemed to change color as she dried it, lightening into its usual golden blonde, spreading out around her head in a perfect little circle. Her hair was short, just reaching her shoulders in back, shorter at the sides. It framed a face that was... was.... adorable, he thought, heart shaped, with big blue eyes, a tiny snub nose. She turned her body slightly, bringing her knees up to her chest as she finished drying her hair and set down the machine. She was examining her skin right up near the mirror. Being so short, she seemed to find it easier to squat on the countertop to do it. He was looking up from right beneath her ass, and could see the little winking asshole, and her narrow cuntslit, pulled slightly apart because of her position. His cock pulsed and throbbed, his breathing getting ragged. He could imagine his cock, hard and red, slicing between the soft folds of those pussy lips and driving deep up into her body. She dropped back to the floor, pulling a jar of cream from the counter. She put some on her hand and began rubbing it across her face, moving her hand in slow little circles. She dipped her fingers into the jar again and pulled out some more cream, rubbing it across her breasts. He held his breath as she rubbed across her right breast, the fingers sliding in little strokes around the nipple, and down beneath the rounded orb. Oh My God, he thought, would I ever like to do that! Then she was finished apparently. She walked away from the counter and over to the wall where her clothes were. She pulled on a pair of bikini panties and then shrugged a short blue football jersey over her narrow shoulders. The jersey came down to mid-thigh. It's color set off her hair beautifully. He loved that jersey: She looked so damn cute in it. Didn't she know what she did to him when she wore it? He scrambled backward along the rug and into his room, closing the door just before she came out of the bathroom. He locked it and collapsed back against it, shaking slightly. He heard her footsteps pass his door, then pause and come back. There was a gentle tap on the door. "Jeff?" Shit! "Jeff?" She knocked again. "Y...yeah?" "Open the door, honey." He took a deep breath and swung it open a foot or so, hiding his lower body and his bulging erection from her. She looked up at him and smiled. "What do you want for dinner?' "Uh... ah... I don't care." "You sure? Paige wants spaghetti again." "That's okay." "Okay then. Are you all right?" "Yeah Mom, I'm fine." She nodded, then turned away. He followed her with his eyes as she went into her room and the closed the door. He swung his door closed again and then took out his raging hard-on, holding it in his fist. He only had to squeeze once before it exploded, spraying white jism onto the wall. He sat at the kitchen table, watching her work at the counter. She was still wearing just the football jersey, and he had a hard time concentrating on the little TV on the table as she moved around in front of him. She turned off the stove under the spaghetti, and grabbed at the handle to lift it off. Jeff sprang up and moved over to the stove. "I'll do that Mom." he offered. "I can do it honey." "No, it's okay." He grabbed up the heavy pot and walked it to the sink. "Wait till I get the strainer." she said. She pulled one from under the counter and held it over the pot as he poured the hot water down into the sink. Steam hissed up until the boiling water disappeared down the drain. He put the pot back on the counter and went back to the table. You're a fucking pervert, he thought to himself. How can you want to fuck your own mother so bad? True, she was gorgeous, and adorably cute. Maybe it was because she was so small and delicate. It was hard to consider her very parental, especially when he towered over her. It wasn't just her size. She was so guileless and docile, so easygoing and just plain friendly. Everybody liked her: His friends loved her. She wasn't much of a disciplinarian either. He worried about her in the same way that a parent would worry about his kids. He was always afraid she'd be taken advantage of by some creep. It had happened more than once, starting with his own crummy father who'd made her pregnant at sixteen, then left. Maybe that was part of it too. She was so young, and looked even younger. He shook his head in resignation. He should be looking out for her, not figuring how to use her body like those other men. She'd married shortly after his Dad had gone, got pregnant, and then been widowed within a month. It was crummy that such a sweet person should have such rotten luck. The front door banged and Paige tromped into the kitchen, throwing her bag on the floor beside the table. Jeff looked up at her in irritation. She dropped heavily into the chair across from him and then seeing him looking at her, stuck her tongue out at him. What a brat. "Ready for dinner?" "Yeah, no sweat Allyson." she sighed. "Don't call me Allyson, Paige. I've told you that before." "Yeah, right." the brat said. "I mean it." Paige sighed heavily, much put upon. Allyson put a plate of spaghetti in front of Jeff and went back for another. "How come he gets to eat first?" Paige whined. "We eat in order of importance. You're last." he mumbled through his food. "Fuck you jock." she snarled. "Watch your language Paige." Allyson said. "You hate jocks so much, how come you're always hanging around the field?" "Am not." "Are too." "Am not!" "Children." ALlyson sighed. She dropped a plate in front of Paige and then put a third down at her place and sat down. "What did you do at school today honey?" she asked. Paige rolled her eyes skyward. "Nothing." she said. "Found out what happens when she bends over a bench in front of Mark Summers and lifts her skirt." Jeff smirked. "Fuck you, you liar." she yelled. "Paige don't curse like that." Allyson demanded. "Jeff don't say things like that about your sister." "Okay, I take it back. She only wishes she'd done that." "Eat shit." "Up yours." "Will you two please stop that at the table." She glared at both of them and they finally quieted down. She sighed and went back to her meal. It was hard to control the two of them nowadays. Luckily, they were both good kids. They'd both turned out all right, even without any fathers around. Jeff was in his last year in high school, and with even the slightest hint of luck, would get a full scholarship to one of the big ten colleges next year. She always worried about him playing, knowing there were huge behemoths trying to jump on top of him all the time, but he loved the game and she'd been unable to talk him out of it. He took after his father thankfully. He was well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and dark brown hair. His face was a combination of hers and Mike's, being both strong and handsome. Paige was a little on the sharp tongued side, but still a nice girl. Anyway, Allyson was glad of the girl's spunk and spirit. She wished she'd been like that when she was her age. She wished she was like that now. Paige looked more like her than her Dad. She had the same delicate features, with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. She was taller though, which was another reason to give thanks. It was a pain being short. People tended to look down on you in more ways than one. Allyson was sure she would have had more confidence if she'd been taller growing up, and not always the shrimp of the group. "I'm staying over at Julie's tonight." Paige announced suddenly. "Paige, it's a schoolnight. You know you're not supposed to stay out on schoolnights." Paige rolled her eyes again. "We're going to be studying for an algebra test tomorrow okay?" "I don't know..." "You can call her fucking parents." "Would you watch your language please, young lady." "Young lady? That's a laugh." Jeff sneered. "Why don't you go fuck yourself?" "Jeff, please stay out of this." He shrugged. "All right, I'll call her parents, but you better do well in the test." Paige smirked. She'd already taken the test today, what a laugh. "I feel funny." Paige complained. "That's okay. Wait a minute and it'll get even funnier." Dave smirked. She shook her head a little as her vision blurred slightly, and colors shifted. Her skin seemed to tingle, and her stomach fluttered. The were in Dave's living room. His parents had gone for the evening. She thought her was tremendously cute, and was flattered that a senior would take an interest in her. She sipped on the cola, hoping to cool off her suddenly hot skin. "I feel warm," she sighed. "Me too babe." he grinned. He pulled her closer, his arm around her back sliding around in front to cup her left breast through her t-shirt. His other hand squeezed her right breast as he nuzzled her throat and kissed and licked at her warm skin. She was fluttering her head around like a curious bird. He wondered if the pill would react wrong with the booze she was drinking It was hard to calculate how the drug affected different people. He was pretty sure nothing would happen to her though, he'd taken them so often, he was practically immune to them now. He pulled her shirt out of the jeans she was wearing, then lifted it up over her breasts. He squeezed both her tits in the little bra, then unclipped it and let the two sides fall apart. "You got nice tits Paige." "Uhh huuuuhhhhmmmm?" He held her right breast, squeezing it out and then kissed and sucked on her nipple. He drew it into his mouth and chewed lightly as his free hand unsnapped her jeans. He pulled the zipper down, then shoved his hand in, and pushed the jeans down off her hips as she giggled stupidly. He moved his face against hers, touching her lips briefly, then with more heat. He slid his tongue against her lips, then pushed inside. She responded, her tongue twirling with his, moving into his mouth as his hand slid into her panties. She spread her legs apart as his fingers moved downward through her tangled pubic hair. He felt her hot little slit and his heart hammered with lust. Hot little slut, he thought. His hand grabbed at the waistband of her panties, jerked downward, pulling them over her hips. He shoved her pants and panties down her legs to her knees, then pulled away from her mouth and put both hands on the jeans, drawing them and the panties down her legs and off. She fell backward on the couch, giggling still and shaking her head. Dave licked his lips as he beheld that pretty little pussy, all spread out for him. He grabbed her leg, pulled her sideways on the couch, and then spread both legs far apart. Paige didn't resist or do much of anything, except sigh and blink her eyes. He lay down next to her, pulling his own pants down. They kissed again, his hand sliding up and down her tight little body, moving roughly over her rounded titties, pinching her nipples and then twisting them a little. His mouth moved down onto her right nipple again, sucking and chewing it hard. His hand was between her legs, rubbing and squeezing her cuntmound. He searched for her clitty, his fingers seizing the little flap of skin and rubbing it between them. Paige jerked her hips upward and grunted in surprise and pleasure. "Like that babe?" he grinned. "Mmmmmmmm." she sighed. He rubbed her clitty some more, kissing her cheek, then her lips again. Paige squirmed and he rolled onto her, pulling her legs further apart as he poised his hard cock at her entrance. "Gonna fuck you good babe." he groaned. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her slit, pressing firmly. He found her channel and jammed forward, making her grunt with pain. His cockhead pushed into her, spreading her cuntlips apart as he applied more pressure. "H...hurts." she mumbled. "Don't worry baby, It'll be fine soon." he grunted. He pushed harder, forcing her cunt open. His prick slid into her, the cockhead passing her lips and moving into the entrance of her cunt tube. "Mmrrawmmmmm." she complained, trying to throw him off. He shoved his hips forward, pushing her fluttering hands back above her head and holding the two of them together with one hand. His cock slid deeper into her body, encountering her cherry. He grunted when he realized what it was, then grinned. He might've known she'd be a fuckin' cherry. He pushed harder, then pulled back slightly. He threw his hips down then, jamming his prickhead against her cherry, which bowed inward, then tore suddenly. Paige whined and jerked against him. He pushed down again, sliding down her cunt three or four more inches. "Almost there babe," he told the whimpering girl. He pulled back, then humped down again, his cock sliding deep into her chamber, down to the bottom of her fuck box. He groaned and lay atop her unmoving, his cock buried in her belly. "Oh yeah," he sighed, feeling her soft cunt spasming around his cockshaft. He kissed her again, his free hand sliding up and down across her titties. "Nice and tight babe." he sighed. He abandoned his hold on her wrists, both his hands going under her and enveloping her legs above the knees. He picked them up and let them rest against his chest and shoulders. His ass rose slowly, then fell, then rose slowly and fell. He started to get into a good rhythm, fucking his cock down into her tight sheath with regular, even strokes. He liked to pull his prong all the way up so his cockhead was just inside her, then slide it down full into her fuck hole again. His chest pressed against her legs, making them rise and fall with him, pressing them into her swelling tits. Her face looked upward in confusion, eyes wide. His hands sized her breasts, squeezing them tight as he picked up the pace. He moved quickly, feeling his balls tingle, and his cock pulse. He was going to cum, he knew. He shoved his cock balls deep, then began fucking furiously in tight fast strokes, mashing his cockhead against the bottom of her pit. Then he came, driving himself fully into her, and letting his cum spew out, the hot sticky juice shooting out in a rapid series of spurts. Part Two Jeff watched in the mirror as she bent over her bureau and searched in her underwear drawer. He sighed as her ass cheeks and pussy were displayed for his inspection. Then she straightened a pair of panties, or rather, the female version of jockey shorts in her hand. They were bright red, with a white elastic on top. Oh, it was one of the string bikinis. She looked so fucking fantastic, he thought, as she drew them up her legs and slid them tight around her crotch and ass. She pulled on a matching halter top, then sat down on the rug. His breathing quickened: She was going to exercise! He watched avidly as she began doing sit ups, then turned onto her stomach to do some pushups. She got up then and moved to the TV, turning on the VCR to some Aerobics junk. He was in seventh heaven as she began bouncing and moving to the music. Then she moved a few feet over and disappeared from view. He cursed silently, hoping she'd move back. His view of her room wasn't as total as he'd like. Her bed blocked out fully half the room, and of course, he couldn't see what went on in her bed from this angle. He glared at the mirror, thinking of some way to solve this problem. He'd long considered drilling a hole in the wall that separated their rooms, but couldn't figure how to conceal it. His eyes flicked upward to the ceiling. Maybe if he drilled a small one through from the attic, she wouldn't notice it. Nobody ever looked up at the roof anyway. If it was clean and neat, maybe in a corner. He'd have to look into that. He parked the car in his normal spot, waving to a couple of guys passing by. As quarterback, not to mention, a senior, he had certain privileges, one of which was to park his car in a reserved space every day. He went in through the gym entrance, and made his way down to the locker room. "Hey man." Mark grinned. "Hi." "How ya doin'?" John called. "Okay." "How you and that little sophomore do the other night?" he asked Mark. Mark grinned, and leered at him. "Tasty little morsel, man. You got to get a piece of that." "Yeah, well, I'm after Meghan Donnely." "That the one with the humongous knockers?" He nodded. "You shoulda stayed with Susan. How can you beat regular pussy every night?" "I got bored with her." "Fuck me. He got bored." John said in disgust. "You fuck her." Jeff offered. "Anytime man." "Know who I'd like to do?" Phil Edumd asked, dumping his stuff on the floor and opening his locker. "No Phil, who'd you like to do?" Mark taunted. "That Kelly girl, the new cheerleader." "Shit, she's a fuckin' frosh. She's probably about fourteen." Mark complained. "She's got the best fuckin' body in school man." Phil replied. "No way." "Uh huh." "Donna Zachary's got the best bod." John said. "She's okay." "Know who's got a great little bod?" Steve said, sidling up to them. Mark, and Phil looked up at him. "Your sister man. Paige." he smirked at Jeff. The others diplomatically didn't comment on that. Jeff looked up in irritation. Hunter was always trying to get a rise out of him. "Fuck you man." "No really. She's a nine easily, maybe more." All of them analyzed the words carefully. According to the unwritten, but well known code, a guy would always put down his sister, especially a little sister, but nobody else could. On the other hand, there were certain things that couldn't be said in praise of a sister, by anyone. Hunter hadn't said anything that was really out of line. He hadn't used the kind of descriptions that could be taken as hostile, yet. Sisters, even if you considered them pains in the ass, as Jeff did Paige, had to be defended from crude language, or else the brother risked being branded a wimp. "She's got great hair, and a cute little face." Hunter continued, using up the only real bodily descriptions that didn't demand physical retaliation. "She's smart too." "She's a dumb little bitch." Jeff scowled. "And she's got these nice, firm, round little titties." Hunter leered. Jeff's face went flat and he moved toward Hunter. "Whoa, whoa! All right you guys hold it!" Mark interposed himself between them. "You looking to die Hunter?" Jeff glared. "Hey, what'd I say?" he shrugged. "Get the fuck out of here Hunter, before we make you eat your own jockstrap." John barked. Jeff was trying to get around Mark, who kept shoving him back like the blocker he was. "Not in here man, get him later. You fight in here, Coach will have to suspend you for a game." Phil hissed. Hunter sauntered away, rounding the corner of the lockers. "What's with that little asshole?" He flared. "I don't know. He's Pissed off at something." "He's gonna be pissed off with a broken jaw the next time he opens his lip to me." Allyson slid the panties down her legs and then kicked them off. She stood before the mirror naked, evaluating her figure. Not bad, she thought. It hardly looked like the body of a woman with two teenage kids. She turned sideways to see herself in profile. Her breasts stuck out straight and proud on her chest, not sagging at all. She stood straight, pushing her chest out and running her hand down her chest and over her flat belly. No, not bad at all. Almost unconsciously, her hand strayed lower, sliding down across her abdomen, and into the thin line of pubic hair at her crotch. God, it had been so long since she'd had a man, she sighed. It wasn't like she didn't have offers aplenty. She had come to fear her own weakness around men though, to fear the way she let them dominate her life completely. She hadn't accepted many dates in the last few years, afraid of being used, and thrown aside again, as she'd been several times since Max's death. Her hand slid lower, sliding between her legs and under her pubic mound. She cupped the soft, pliable material, pressing her fingers upward, and experiencing the sudden warm burst of sexual heat that swept through her as she did. That was part of it, she knew. When it came to sex, she was easily used. She gave in to whatever men wanted, just to experience that hot, glowing burst of sensations from between her legs. Some of the things she'd allowed them to do could still make her blush when she thought about them. She'd allowed herself to be drawn into one relationship that had gotten heavily into bondage and masochism, not really enjoying much of that, but unwilling to fight against it. You're just weak willed, she sighed. She went over to the bed and sat on the edge, then lay back, her legs apart. Her hand slid down between her legs again, her fingers sliding up and down her slit, feeling the warmth there. She could sense her body responding, feel the fluttering in her belly as her passions ignited. She found her clit, and began rubbing it with her finger. She pulled her hand upward, slid the digit into her mouth, wetting it with her saliva. She eased it back against her clit, sliding it back and forth across the little hard bud. She groaned audibly as the fluttering in her lower belly turned into hard, hot churning violence. Her hips bucked upward in response. Her other hand slid up and down her belly, then moved upward to her breasts, sliding around and around her right nipple before seizing it between wet fingers and rubbing it back and forth. Her breathing quickened and she felt the wetness begin to leak out of her slit, moistening the fingers working over it. Her ass ground into the bed, and her legs splayed far apart as she straightened two fingers and slid them deep into her hole. She whined, feeling the heat building higher and higher inside her. Her clit was buzzing and burning as she pumped the fingers in and out of her slit, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the clitty as she did. She arched her back, shoving her fingers hard into her pussy, and digging her thumb against the clit. She seized as much of her breast meat as she could in her other hand and squeezed, feeling hot, electric tension multiply inside her as she did so, feeling her warm, soft flesh oozing out between and around her small fingers. She added a third finger to her slit, stabbing them in and out quickly now as her passion mounted. Her thumb dug deeply into her flesh as it rasped across her clitty. She kneaded, and squeezed her breast meat, mashing the spongy material, driving her whole body into a frenzy of lust. Then her back arched once more, her chest going higher, her legs spreading wider. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth opened in a soundless cry of exultation. She came furiously, her vision spinning, blurring, her body jerking, and shuddering beneath the onslaught of orgiastic sensations. Then she collapsed flat on the bed, her hands still, three fingers still buried in her twat. Her mind slowly calmed down, as her body cooled. Her breathing slowed, returned to normal. Her fingers pulled loose of her slit, her hand and arms dropping flat on the bed, straight out to either side of her weary body. Jeff continued to squeeze the last of his sperm out the little hole at the tip of his cock. His body was still shivering with excitement as he watched his Mom's now unmoving form on the bed. It was the most... the absolute best... His body trembled again, and he squeezed his softening prong. He was in her closet, pressed against a crack between the door and the frame, not three feet behind her. He hadn't intended to see this, though he'd dreamed about it. He was simply looking through her closet when he'd heard her come down the hall. He'd jumped in and closed the door to avoid getting caught and having to think up excuses. He hadn't believed his luck when she'd stripped and started looking at herself in the mirror. When she'd started playing with herself, he'd thought he'd been dreaming. His prick had bloated out instantly, and he'd come against the wall twice now. He'd never thought of his Mom as having sexual thoughts. That was stupid, he now realized. She was still young, why shouldn't he. He'd thought about her as a kind of chaste little innocent. Now he wondered what else she did without him knowing. Did she meet men in bars and go home with them for the evening? No. He shook his head. That was stupid. She was here every evening and every night. If she was having affairs, it was in the daytime. He didn't think so though. His stupid fantasies about her took on new light to him with the realization that she like, craved sex, just as he did. If she wasn't getting any, maybe... maybe... He began to be more and more affected by her now. Several times, he'd gotten a hard-on right near her, just by looking at her. He thought about that body all the time. He couldn't escape it, couldn't think of anything else but the need to possess her. Two nights later, he was parked over on pierpoint road with Meghan Donnely. His left hand was up under her sweater, squeezing bare tit as they kissed heavily. His passions were boiling and bubbling. It wasn't just the feel of Meghan's soft skin against his hand that excited him. He was thinking about getting his Mom here, about doing this to her, about her moaning and sighing like Meghan was. His erection was a hot, hard spear between his legs. It was shoving against his jeans with enough force to tear the fabric. He unsnapped them, then lowered the zipper. His hand sized Meghan's, pulled it easily across to his lap and pushed it down his pants onto his hard, throbbing meat. She'd gasped in surprise when she'd felt it, and tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let her, pushing her hand down deeper, until she'd reluctantly closed her fingers around the hot prick and squeezed. That was all it took too. His cock exploded, throwing him back against the seatback as his body shuddered and shook in climax. Meghan had been both repulsed and flattered that he'd gotten so hot on account of her. It made her feel flattered and important. It also, of course, made her hot. When he'd rolled onto her, pulled her sweater up over her chest and fastened his mouth around her naked breast, she hadn't pushed him away. Her own passions were heating up quickly in the dark steamy car. His hand slipped into her pants, down over her abdomen to her pussy. Her normal instinct to slap it away was suborned by her emotional excitement and sexual heat, as well as by the confusion in her mind caused by the strange question: How can I not let him put his hand down my pants and feel me when I've just had my hand down his pants and felt him? Ignored was the obvious; that he'd forced her hand down his pants. She was too confused for that. His hand reached her groin, and that little hole at the center of her crotch. His fingers pressed roughly into it, and rubbed hard across her clit. A sudden stabbing shock of sexual heat burned through her belly all the way to her spine. His big hand shoved down on her pants, pushing them lower as he stabbed his tongue between her lips. His other hand was jerking on his own pants, trying to get them lower. They groaned and rolled together in the cramped back seat. His cock sprang free and pushed against her naked belly. She felt it with the shock of an electric wire, and her eyes stared down into the darkness, trying to spy the hot hard organ. He got her pants over her ankle and jerked her left leg apart and up onto the back of the seat. "W... wait!" she gasped. He crushed her into the seat as he positioned his body firmly between her legs. His hand gripped his shaft, positioning it at the center of her slit. "S... stop... Jeff... ungh... no." She wasn't ready for this. It was only her first date with him after all. But there was no stopping him. He was in position, his cockhead rubbing against her oily slit. He ignored her feeble attempts to push him off and shoved down with his groin, driving his cockhead through her pussy lips and into her cunt. She gasped and writhed franticly for a couple of seconds, then stopped, accepting the inevitable. His cock slid downward, moving further into her body as she dropped her hands back onto the seat above her head and closed her eyes. Jeff jammed the last few inches of his fat cock down her silky smooth cunt tunnel, burying himself fully in her warm depths. His hands were at her hair and breasts, stroking and squeezing her titties as he drew her head up to his. His mouth locked tightly against hers and their tongues intertwined, sliding and dancing together, first in her mouth, then back in his, then in hers once more. His cock was buried in her, unmoving as he revelled in the soft heat of her belly. Then he pumped slightly, jerking his body on the seat. She grunted in response. He pulled upward, then sank back down. Seconds later he began stroking in earnest, sliding his oversized fuck tool down her cunt chute with steady, irresistible rhythm. His prick moved easily within her as his muscular ass rose and fell atop her. His hands seized her sweater, folded under her arms, and pulled it up, removing it entirely. She groaned, in heated confusion as he slipped her bra straps off and she was stripped totally. Her legs closed around his back and her arms slid around his neck as she latched her mouth against his and humped upward. Jeff pulled back, his arms around her waist dragging her with him until they were both upright on the seat. Her legs and arms were still around him and her breasts pushed into his shirt as she ground her crotch down on his cock. His hands squeezed and kneaded the soft skin of her buttocks, sliding over the cheeks, and up and down the narrow valley between them. In his mind, his hands moved over the perfect rounded cheeks of his mother, and the rounded breasts pressed against him were hers. Meghan began bouncing atop his lap, her cunt sliding up and down the length of his stiff cock as he began rutting up into her with equal force. His prick was pounding into her with almost painful force, drawing little groans and cries from her soft lips. Her clitty was being rasped and crushed by his cock as their fucking speed increased. Jeff dropped forward onto the seat again, all but squashing the girl beneath him, jamming his prick balls deep in her fiery cunt pit. He grabbed her legs from around his back, throwing them up on his shoulders and hammering his groin into her crotch. His cock was a triphammer pistoning into the tightness of her moist crotch hole. Her taut buttocks were bruised and battered by the force of his lunging, fuckstrokes, beaten down by his powerfully muscled hips. Meghan gasped in dazed excitement. She was squashed, bent up and folded down into the yielding seat. Her body smashed repeatedly by the heavy mass of his powerful plunging body. Her cunt was like a hot, wet, sparkling electric outlet, shooting harsh jagged bolts of sexual ecstasy deep into her belly. Scalding heat flooded through her torso, submerging all of her senses as she began shivering and quaking in the prelude to ultimate release. Her head throbbed, and her breath caught as that furious fucking tool pounded down into her crotch, rutting, and churning in her abdomen, ripping up and down her tight, elastic tunnel. Then she came, losing all sense of reality as her body spasmed and shuddered in the grip of an all consuming orgasm. Her mind soared higher and higher, then floated slowly down in satiated contentment. Jeff's prick continued to slam into her for long seconds, driving through the spasming quaking depths of her insides until it too pulsed and exploded, sending hot waves of sexual release through him. His balls sprayed semen down his cock, shooting wads deep into her. He collapsed atop her, laying there as the both of them caught their breath. He had already dropped Meghan off at her house and was driving home. His eyes gazed idly out the windows at the sidewalks as he drove down the quiet street. There ahead was a hot looking brunette in a tiny miniskirt. His eyes locked on her as he passed, then moved to the rear view mirror to admire her front side. He turned onto Jefferson, spotted a group of kids ahead. Two were males, which he completely ignored, two were female. His eyes focused on both as he approached, drifted off the brunette wearing a loose skirt, and onto the blonde wearing tight, tight, blue jeans. She had an incredible ass, tight, round, perfect cheeks hugged tightly by the faded denim. She was wearing a matching jean jacket, her long hair cascading over the collar and down her back. Just as he passed, one of the guys slid a hand around her waist, then down onto her ass. Lucky fucker, her grinned. His eyes moved to the mirror, and a shock ran through his system. The blonde was Paige. He stopped the sudden urge to stomp on the brakes, continuing on for a block before pulling over. Who the fuck was that bastard with her? He watched the group as they approached, recognizing the narrow face and long hair as that of Dave Connors, a notorious pill popper from school. He had a couple of classes with Connors, and thought he was a dumb fucking asshole. He waited till they were beside his car, and honked the horn, bending low to look through the side window. Connors recognized him, jerking his hand away from Paige's ass. Paige rolled her eyes skyward, then slouched over to the car. "Shouldn't you have been home about two hours ago?" he demanded. "What are you, my Mother?" "Get in the car." "Fuck off Jeff, I'm going home soon anyway." Connors was diplomatically staying back away from the car. Jeff lowered his voice so only she could hear it. "You get your little ass in the car or I'm gonna come out there and break Connors hand off." Her eyes narrowed, and she glared at him angrily. "I'll do it." he warned. "You think you're so fucking tough." she hissed. "Uh huh." She turned to the others. "I gotta go." she snarled. She tore open the door and dropped into the seat, glaring ahead as the car shot forward. "Fucking bully." she hissed. "Fucking slut." he replied. "Eat shit." "You want to tell me what you're doing with a fucking doper like Connors?" "None of your business!" "I don't want you hanging around with him. He's bad news." "I'll hang around with whoever I fucking want to." "No you won't." he grinned tightly. "Try and stop me." "Don't think I can? I can put the word out at school that anyone who goes near you dies. How'd you like that?" She shook her head in anger. "You fucking jocks all think you're so tough!" "What do you want with that prick anyway? Are you doing drugs?" "No I'm not doing drugs." she snarled. "Are you fucking him?" "Fuck off." "Listen you little bitch. You might be able to pull your shit with Mom, but you ain't going to with me!" "Oh yeah, right. Mr. Brilliant." "You're a spoiled little cunt. You know that?" "Oh just piss off." she humphed.