Sister's Weakness
by Harold Benjamin


FOREWORD 

There is a danger in our society that too much sex and too much candor may 
be as disastrous as too little has been in the past. When children like 
Sally Jean learn about sex too quickly, when nothing is left to the 
imagination, perhaps sex is devalued to the point where society-and the 
child-is damaged. 

This story has its value in contemporary truths, not in the vague rulings of 
a high court or the emotional upset of a shocked parent. When is a child no 
longer sexually, a child? 

Is there an answer to that question? 

Sometimes an answer is attempted by writing in a law book that there is an 
age for sex, an age for consent, an age for marriage. But that does not 
solve the basic problem. What is the age for discovery? 

That is what this book is about. The fact that Sally Jean discovers 
fellatio, Lesbianism, anal sex, group sex and pedophilia doesn't make it 
more a sin and less a discovery. Sins come and go. Discovery happens to 
everyone. 

The question this book raises, the issue it foreshadows, is when and how can 
society teach children properly. How can it provide the best for its young, 
keep them from the harm of premature knowledge as well as the danger of jail 
or accidental death or military combat-which is hardly accidental at all. 

So far, society has failed. Not because it wants to. But solely because it 
doesn't know how to succeed. In fact, a dispassionate examination of the 
facts might reveal that society is failing because it doesn't know what it 
has to succeed at doing. 

Today, society is like a long distance swimmer dropped into the ocean at an 
unspecified place. Land is too far away in some directions for him to ever 
hope he can reach it before his strength gives out. But if he will only 
stroke out in the right direction, he will live to succeed-rather than die 
in failure. 

This book is like a compass for the swimmer. It provides a clue to society's 
problem and hopefully helps point the way to succeeding in finding a winning 
combination to salvage the country's young. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Sally Jean waited until the rest of the lockers in her aisle clanged shut 
and the other girls were in the shower stalls before she skinned out of her 
own clothes. 

She twisted her long, slender arms behind her back and unsnapped the red 
mini-dress she wore. A quiver in her hips and she was stepping out of the 
rumpled cloth that had puddled around her ankles. 

Stooping, she scooped the dress up and hung it in her own locker and then 
glanced furtively around. Now she was wearing only a brief pair of pink 
panties and a small, pert bra. Although she was just entering womanhood and 
her breasts were small, under the bra they bulged like sweet, ripe oranges. 

Before she unsnapped her bra, Sally thought about her breasts. The fact that 
they seemed more like budding peaches than the glamorous protuberances of 
favored movie stars embarrassed her not a little. Sally was embarrassed by 
the very wickedness of being naked when other people could see her-even 
other girls. But she was also afraid that she didn't compare favorably with 
the more outspoken girls in her gym class. It was sinful, she knew, taking 
pride in the size of her breasts-or being ashamed because hers were smaller. 
But she couldn't help it. She wished they'd hurry and fill out or grow up. 

The locker room was a huge cavern. High overhead a dirty skylight let in the 
afternoon sun. All around Sally the tall, double racks of school-green 
lockers with scratched-in initials and hearts formed six foot metal walls. 
Sally could hear the occasional bang of a locker door in another aisle as 
she locked her thumbs in the sides of her sheer panties. 

It was getting late. The gym period would soon be over and the 
fifteen-year-old girl knew she had to rush again or the girls coming back 
from the showers would find her still naked in the aisle. 

Quickly she tugged and the sliding nylon wisping down her thighs made Sally 
shiver. A strange feeling shot through her thighs and seemed to collide in 
her crotch. The sensation was so strong that Sally jerked up before she had 
the panties clear off her foot. 

The hem of her panties hooked around her heel and for a precarious moment 
Sally was off balance. The green lockers whirled in front of her and she 
felt herself falling helplessly backward. She threw her arms behind herself 
and braced to fall, to crash to the floor. But the wood and pipe bench 
caught the back of her legs and she flopped noisily into a sitting position 
on the hard wood. 

For a long moment, a stunned girl sat on the cold bench. Her buttocks cheeks 
smarted from the sudden impact of her rear on the bench. Her legs were 
splayed open and her beautiful, rounded thighs exposed the furry slit on her 
almost virgin vagina. 

It took a moment while the coldness of the bench made itself felt on her 
naked rear and, then Sally realized how obscene she must appear. Primly she 
closed her legs. Then she stood and put her clothes in her locker and 
snapped the combination lock closed. 

In a moment she was heading toward the showers. But the feeling of intrusion 
when the bench top had spread her butt open was still strong in her mind. 

As she had hoped, when she went from the cold grey cement to the red tile of 
the shower area with its billows of steam a couple of girls had already left 
and she was able to get a shower stall almost to herself. 

"What took you so long?" 

Sally looked up at the unexpected question. Noreen Collins, a pert redhead 
was standing in one corner of the shower stall soaping her half-grown tits 
and sliding her fingers around and over the nubbins of her nipples. Sally 
gasped and looked away. 

"I was thinking about something," she said. 

"I was a little slow getting going." 

"I know what you mean." Noreen chuckled and Sally glanced at her again. 

The redheaded girl was about fourteen, too. She was a little on the skinny 
side and her pelvis was very prominent. Her hip bones stuck out like handles 
and her belly was a hollow in her smooth skin. 

Sally had to avert her eyes from watching the other girl's hands. Noreen 
kept grabbing handfuls of the liquid soap and rubbing it up her faintly 
visible ribs to the soft, jiggly flesh of her breasts. There she rubbed it 
in with furious motion. Her fingers squirmed back and forth across the soft, 
jiggly skin and nudged against the hard protuberance of her immature nipple. 
For some reason it was exciting to watch and Sally kept peeking. 

"Don't do that." Sally told the redheaded teenager quietly. 

"Why not? I can take my shower anyway I want to," the girl pouted back at 
Sally. 

As if to spite Sally Jean, Noreen slid one soapy hand down across her belly 
button and rubbed her fingertips in the fine red fur that made a triangle 
between her white thighs. 

Sally gasped. But she couldn't move her eyes because Noreen's fingers were 
almost touching the slick, wet slit between her legs. Inside, Sally felt 
funny herself, imagining what it would feel like to touch herself in that 
place- the way Noreen seemed about to do. 

Noreen smiled. One of her hands continued to play with her swollen girl's 
breast while her other hand slid slowly between her thighs. She was taunting 
Sally Jean. 

The pace of Noreen's fingers had changed. The hand on her breast made a 
slow, rhythmic squeezing motion that seemed to suck the girlish nipple into 
her hand. The fingers of her other hand crawled down into the fuzzy hair 
covering with inexorable deliberation. 

A funny feeling crept over Sally as she watched the other girl. There was no 
way of stopping her fingers from reaching down further and further and 
touching her puffy lips guarding her pee hole. Sally kept telling herself 
that Noreen shouldn't be doing that, that it was wrong. But it didn't make 
any difference. The girl's hand moved further anyway. 

"Ooooooo," Noreen gasped. She smiled at Sally Jean. Her eyes were suddenly 
funny, glazed. She had a funny little smile on her face. Almost a smirk. 

"Don't do that," Sally gasped. She couldn't avert her eyes from seeing what 
was happening. Noreen's fingers were playing in the wet slot between her 
thighs. Wildly, Sally looked around to see if anyone else was watching. 
There were still clouds of steam rising from the other shower stalls, but 
one of the other girls had noticed what was happening. 

Sally scrunched up in a corner of the large shower stall, feeling the cool 
tile pressing against her flanks and back-and feeling the hot tide of blood 
surging between her legs. Noreen's eyes were glazed, The girl's fingers were 
sliding up and down the slit in her crotch. Sally could see the redhead's 
fingertips disappearing between the puffy lips as her hand moved faster and 
faster and faster. 

"Hmmmmmm...." Noreen was making a weird humming noise as she masturbated. 
She smiled at Sally as her wet finger slid in and out of her twitchy hole. 

It was obscene, indecent, wicked. And yet Sally couldn't stop watching. In 
fact, she couldn't even stop wondering what it felt like. In a perverted 
way, Sally wished that the frantically agitating finger was going up her own 
tender opening rather than Noreen's. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh." Groaning and shuddering, Noreen stopped stroking her finger 
in and out of her sex hole. Her face wore a twisted expression of ecstasy. 
She was still smiling, but her look was completely changed. Her smile was 
now one of complete satisfaction. She appeared satiated with fulfillment and 
sexual well being. 

That wasn't right, Sally told herself. Noreen should have been ashamed. She 
should have been contrite for her wickedness. Not looking as if she had been 
rewarded. 

Sally couldn't help her own feelings. Staring at Noreen, knowing what the 
girl had done, Sally discovered she was brimming over with pure, 
unadulterated jealousy. 

Noreen was still sighing with pleasure as she turned the shower knobs on the 
wall. Immediately the girl was inundated by a stream of steaming water. It 
cascaded over her head and body. The force of the hot water spread her hair 
over her shoulders and breasts where it clumped together in pointed red 
spikes. 

When the shower hit Noreen's soapy titties she seemed to explode into a 
bubbly white froth. The soap ran down her body. The bubbles caught in the 
fine net of her pubic hair and ran around her vaginal lips. Then it ran off 
her puffy pubes in a steady stream that made it seem as if she was taking a 
pee right in the shower stall. 

Sally was trembling all over as she turned on her own water and felt the 
first full force of the shower hit her. Discreetly she turned her back to 
Noreen and began to gently soap her long, teenager's body. Her hands were 
soft as they stroked up and down her own flesh. And yet, each touch did 
things to Sally that had never happened to her before. 

When she squeezed her breast, there was a sudden, fierce tingling that 
electrified her body. The feeling shot into her crotch and set her on fire 
there, too. The teenaged girl had never experienced such sensations before. 
It was as if watching Noreen had somehow opened a flood gate in her body 
that allowed her sexuality to run full force. 

The sound of the other shower stopped abruptly. Sally didn't really notice. 

"See you later, square." Noreen walked by Sally and craned her head as if 
peeking. Guilty, Sally pulled her hand away from her hot, throbbing breast. 

Noreen laughed. As the redhead walked away, holding herself stiffly erect 
even though she was stark naked, she swished her buttocks back and forth in 
lewd invitation for Sally's eyes. Through the gap between the skinny girl's 
thighs, Sally saw the barest hint of red pubic hair and she imagined the 
girl's wet sex lips smacking together, opening and shutting as she walked 
away with that exaggerated wiggle. 

Quickly Sally turned toward the shower and let the full force of the hot 
water hit her face and pound reassuringly against her tits. Her nipples were 
hard, diamond hard. Sally wondered about that. Her breasts felt heavy and 
swollen and they tingled. 

She told herself it couldn't be because of Noreen. That would be wrong. It 
would be sinful-and yet.... 

While the water cascaded against her breasts and splashed down her body, 
Sally's hand crept down her waist and rubbed the soft swell of her lower 
belly. It was just beginning to turn out in a sweet little pad of flesh that 
kept her from looking between her thighs at her own slit. And while she did 
that, she imagined that her fingers were going down further and further. 

As the steam from the shower boiled around her, Sally Jean's fingers were 
poised for the dive into the hot, swampy recess between her legs. She was 
pulsating like a bongo drum. Her clitoris was aching and pushing up, begging 
for her finger to touch it. 

"Sally Jean, if you don't hurry you'll be the last girl to leave school 
today." 

Sally turned scarlet. She felt her skin go hot red from the tip of her ears 
to her very toes. Even with the shower drumming against her electrified skin 
she felt the sweat suddenly begin pouring from her forehead. She whirled 
around and was further embarrassed by the wild bouncing of her titties. She 
wanted to grab them with her hands and hold them still. But that would have 
embarrassed her even more. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Benenett. I was ... day dreaming, I guess." 

The girl's gym teacher glanced down at Sally's crotch, as if assessing from 
its appearance how much finger the girl had fed it. "That's all right, 
Sally. Just don't do your daydreaming in the shower in the future...." 

Sally turned off the shower and squeezed by the teacher's neat, trim figure. 
Miss Bennett, was still wearing her white shorts and shirt. "I won't," Sally 
promised. She meant it. "Honest, Miss Bennett, I won't daydream in the 
showers ever again." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When she slammed the front door at home, Sally Jean had the premonition that 
it was empty. There was that silent feeling about the house that only a 
practically deserted house can have. The loneliness suited her fine. After 
that lurid sexual display on Noreen's part at school and her own sinful 
excitement, she wanted to be alone. She wanted to think things over. 

"Anybody home?" she called out. 

The answer was a satisfyingly empty echo. 

She headed for the stairs thinking about the water splashing off Noreen's 
pale white skin in the shower and the way the girl's hand had played with 
her own snatch. Now that she felt secure, the excitement that had almost 
overwhelmed Sally Jean in the shower stall began to creep back into her 
body. She was tingly between her soft, round thighs. Ever since the moment 
she'd left the school grounds, the insides of her thighs had been moist and 
hot. 

The sensation of having a wet crotch recalled Noreen's wet, white skin. 
Sally shuddered and involuntarily clasped a hand to her own crotch as she 
went up the stairs. What Noreen had been doing was terrible. The red-haired 
girl had been finger fucking herself. 

Sally wondered what it had felt like. She'd never done it and it was a 
mystery. 

Without hesitation, Sally headed for her bedroom. By the time she was inside 
and swung the door carelessly shut behind her she was hot and sweaty even 
though the day had been cool. Quickly she flopped on her back on the bed and 
had her dress tucked up around her waist. 

With her head propped up on the pillows, Sally had a wonderful view of her 
crotch. Her young, firm breasts made soft mounds in her blouse that she had 
to look past, but she could see her pink panties all right. 

Sally was breathing fast. What she was about to do was wrong. She was 
positive of that, but the hot pounding of her blood in her veins wouldn't 
let her back off. She needed it. 

The pink nylon of her panties puffed outward around her slightly swollen sex 
mound. The dark pattern of emerging pubic hair showed clearly through. And 
her wet panties clung like a skin to her flesh, molding themselves around 
the separate lips of her hole. 

Delicately, Sally ran a finger across the center of her crotch. A strange 
thrill shot through her body as she pressed the slick material into the 
crack between her thighs. And there was a separate feeling of pleasure as 
her finger ran over the soft hump of her throbbing clitoris. She breathed 
harder and faster and knew she couldn't stop now. 

She had already kicked her shoes off. Now she began peeling her panties down 
her thighs. Her hands were trembling and in her mind's eye she compared her 
own finger sliding down toward her crotch with that of Noreen's. 

Finally, the wisp of nylon was around her angles and she kicked it off. 
Breathless, she lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling. Sally Jean was 
preparing herself to do something she'd been taught all her life was evil. 
She was getting ready to touch herself. 

Masturbation ... to play with her own genitals. 

The young girl's breasts heaved and fell in immature anguish. The flame of 
desire filled her body. She wanted something-anything-to touch her between 
the legs and take the ache away. And if it was only her hot little finger 
available, so be it. That would have to do. The fact that she trembled just 
thinking about it, about finger fucking herself, made the anticipation that 
much more compelling. She had built herself up to doing it and she couldn't 
back down. She took a deep breath-and held it and held it and held it.... 

There was a curious tightness between her legs. Her crotch seemed miles away 
and the soft, almost hairless lips surrounding her vagina seemed swollen and 
distended beyond measure. She felt so big down there she was afraid to look. 

Her hand had slid across her smooth skin, over the flat expanse of her 
waist, barely touching the indention of her belly button. And already she 
was turned on. Her legs convulsed and lifted her wide hips as if in 
offering. Her twat turned up, a ready target for her creeping fingers. Her 
legs spread to make more room. There was no turning back. 

Sally's fingers brushed the light furry triangle that surrounded her vaginal 
opening. It was like generating electricity in her body. Her pelvis 
twitched, her gash twisted upward. She desperately wanted to grasp her 
immature breasts in both her hands and crush them and maul them until she 
was filled with the pleasure they were capable of supplying. 

But she needed her hands. Her fingers hesitated on the slick lips of her 
innocent cunny. The touch burned through her body. She closed her eyes and 
gritted her teeth and her finger plunged wetly into the wide open, inviting 
spectacle. 

"Oooooooooooo," Sally moaned in consternation and joyful pleasure. 

The finger sliding to the hilt into her slick, rubbery tunnel also filled 
her with a kind of joyful pleasure. Her sex flesh writhed ecstatically 
around it and each tiny twitch fed more joy to her already burning body. 

Sally closed her eyes and concentrated on pumping her finger up and down 
between her legs the way she'd seen Noreen doing it. There was a rhythm to 
it. It wasn't just speed or depth. It was how fast or how hard her finger 
was traveling up and down. It was when her quivering twat swallowed her 
gyrating finger in its pink little mouth. 

The feeling of joy spread with rapidity through her body. She experienced a 
lassitude mixed with a distant but approaching pleasure. It was like rolling 
thunder coming nearer and nearer. Her finger was flashing in and out of her 
cunt. She was pumping her hand so hard she was sweating. Heat flooded her 
body. 

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," she moaned. She was riding a wave of feeling that took 
her up into the air and when the wave broke under her, she was still 
floating, fucking. 

Her hips lifted greedily up into the air after her finger. Her hot thighs 
closed around her hand and in a moment she was exclaiming with pleasure and 
wonder. The beauty of her finger sliding wetly in and out of her hole was 
inexpressible. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was 
something she had been missing all of her life and she knew that she 
couldn't go on missing it forever. 

Sally's heart was thumping wildly as she looked down at her bare, girlish 
flesh obscenely revealed where her skirt was hiked up around her waist. Her 
finger, sliding down to the long slot in her crotch, appeared disembodied. 
It was the feeling it made in her hole that counted, not the other way 
around. She wanted to be poked deeper and deeper. 

Lying back on the bed, Sally closed her eyes again and worked her finger and 
thought daringly that it was a boy. She knew what a penis was, all right. 
And she wondered if it would feel as satisfying pushing in and out of her 
tight slot. She was afraid of it actually happening, and yet the secret 
desire she couldn't deny was that she would actually be fucked by a handsome 
boy. Some one who would cover her body with his and work his sweaty cock in 
and out of her vagina and make her moan with sinful pleasure. 

But, with her eyes closed, daydreaming again, Sally Jean floated away on the 
simple pleasure of her finger slipping eagerly in and out of her sexual 
lips.... 

"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed to herself. It was an unconscious sound. Her own 
humming almost covered the slight sound of someone out in the hall. But not 
quite. 

Hurriedly Sally yanked down her dress to cover her thighs. She put her hands 
behind her head-the picture of innocence. Only her own peace of mind was 
disturbed by the guilt-laden odor of her sex hole on her finger. It was 
strong and acrid and Sally Jean was frightened that everybody else would be 
able to smell it as clearly as she did herself. 

The door opened and her heart leaped in her throat. Then it settled back 
down where it belonged. 

"Hi, Tony," she said. It was only her brother, almost a year younger than 
she was herself. She practically ignored him most of the time. Younger 
brothers were a pain. 

"Hi, yourself," he said. Tony was swarthy in a way. His skin was always 
darker than normal from constant sunbathing. His usually dark hair was 
lightened by sunlight and swimming that he managed to keep up in the winter. 
The best feature Sally could think of about him was his body. Tony was 
spectacularly fit. He wasn't built like an O.J. Simpson or anything like 
that. But for a boy his age he was adequate. 

"What do you want?" She asked. Her question was bravado. Her heart was still 
beating madly at the closeness of the call. "Don't you knock anymore when 
you come into other people's rooms?" 

Tony smiled. "Not when I come bearing gifts, Sis." 

"Hmmmph." Sally Jean stuck her nose in the air. The last gift she'd gotten 
unannounced from her brother was a toad snuck between the sheets. It wasn't 
an answer that would warm the cockles of her heart. Or even make her less 
suspicious. 

"What is it?" she asked finally. 

"Something you really need. I can tell, Sis. You'll love it." 

"Can the bologna. Just tell me what it is or get out. Okay?" 

For a long moment Tony stared at her sprawled out on the bed. His eyes took 
in her hands behind her head, the way her breasts were thrust out like 
little mountains, the short skirt that barely covered her crotch. "All 
right, Sis," he said and grinned. "This is what I've got for you. And if 
you're real good I'll let you have it all to yourself." 

Like a lust-made satyr, the boy's hands cupped the front of his jeans and 
bulged his cock and balls out at his sister's reclining body. .He was 
grinning like a mad-man 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Get out of here or I'll call dad," Sally said icily to her brother. 

"Lots of luck. They're both gone till tomorrow. You didn't see the note on 
the table." 

Sally's eyes wandered down Tony's body. They were drawn by the bulge the boy 
had created in his pants. She could tell he had a hard-on. It was 
distinctive through the blue material of his jeans and she could see the 
rounded end quite clearly. 

"Well?" Tony waited expectantly. 

"Well, what?" Sally made a face at him, though it was hard to take her eyes 
off his bulging sex organs. "I don't need dad to take care of you, 
pipsqueak." 

"I'll tell." 

"You'll tell what?" 

Tony smiled. "I saw you through the door. 

You didn't shut it all the way. I saw you masturbating and beating yourself 
off." 

"So what?" 

"If you don't let me fuck you, I'm going to tell mom and dad-and you'll 
really get it." 

"Hmmmph." Sally sniffed at her brother's attempted blackmail. It was a scary 
threat. But letting him stick that huge thing in her hole was scarier. 
"Tell, then." 

"You mean it?" The boy's voice was unbelieving and super disappointed. 

"Naturally I mean it," Sally said coldly. "Beat it. Scram." She tried to 
keep cool. But it was hard. Her brother was offering her the very thing that 
she'd been longing for. 

"Well ... how about if I just watch?" 

"Watch what?" 

"You know. Your jacking off. Finger fucking yourself. That'd be a blast." 

Staring at her brother, Sally Jean felt a new thrill shoot through her body. 
She couldn't help but feel there would be something super about her brother 
watching her do it to herself. Somehow, she knew, it would make it a whole 
lot better. She realized then that Noreen did her thing in the shower in 
front of her because it made the redhead get a bigger charge out of 
masturbating. But in front of her own brother had to be better. 

Nonchalantly, Sally flipped up her skirt but Tony stopped her. 

"Look," he said, "if you'll put your legs over the side with your feet on 
the floor I can sit down on the floor and see everything better." 

At first Sally was going to say no. But then she realized that was better. 
If Tony was sitting on the floor, she'd feel safer. He'd have to get up 
before he could do anything if he started to get ideas. That suited her. 

"All right," she said. "But you stay on the floor. No getting up or the 
deal's off." 

Tony nodded eagerly and kneeled on the rug as she swung her legs over the 
side of the bed. She spread her knees and her brother was looking right at 
her tight, pink pussy. 

There was a sudden, hard throbbing up the insides of her thighs. She knew 
that what she was doing was perverse. But Sally had been right. It felt 
tremendous. 

With her skirt up and Tony's eyes on her slit, the lips seemed tremendously 
swollen. She had to open her legs to make room. She told herself it was 
silly. That she shouldn't be doing that. But saying it was no use. The blood 
was pounding in her head and her breasts were hot and quivery from the 
steady pulsing from her navel to her nipples. She suddenly wanted to pull 
her dress off and expose her whole body. But that might have been too much 
for Tony's self-control. Besides, she was so embarrassed she was already 
blushing. 

Her embarrassment, however, didn't stop Sally Jean's fingers from going 
straight to the slick, pink lips between her thighs. She opened them and 
wondered what her brother saw because his eyes lighted up. But she was too 
hot to wonder long. She just had to cram a finger between them and start 
working it in and out in a frantic rhythm. 

Immediately, the tremendous feeling she'd been experiencing before Tony 
burst into the room was back. It hadn't been a fluke. She got higher and 
higher in spirals and sometimes she looked at Tony's hot face and sometimes 
at the ceiling. She thought about Tony's cock plunging in and out of her 
pussy that way and shivered delicately. That would have been incest, among 
other things. It was bad that she was letting him watch. 

"Oooooooo," she moaned. She was getting higher and higher as her finger 
worked in her pussy. Her legs stiffened against the floor and lifted her 
hips and she was wild with the strange sensations zooming through her body. 
Her crotch was all prickly. Her hips bounced up and down wildly on the bed. 
Her finger lanced in and out of her hole. 

Tony watched, entranced by the sex juice slick finger running in and out of 
her convulsing hole. His mouth was watering and he moved closer on the 
floor. And closer. 

Sally could see him moving toward her. She couldn't say anything, though. 
She was too close to something. To coming. Her whole body was quivery and 
her finger sank in her hole and came out and sank in again. 

"Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee." 

Sally's hips arched up in the air. Her toes clawed at the carpet. For a 
long, moment she was suspended in space while electrical voltage she 
couldn't imagine flashed through her body. It was as if somebody had given 
her an electric shock right .on her twitching pussy lips. She looked down 
and almost fainted. Tony's head was bobbing up and down between her thighs. 
His thick, red tongue flashed in and out of his mouth as he licked avidly at 
her gaping pussy. 

And then Sally felt it. Really felt it. Each stroke of Tony's thick, slimy 
tongue in her hot box turned Sally on with a fury she'd never known. His 
tongue started at the bottom of her slit and wormed in between the soft, hot 
folds of vaginal lips and stuck up her hot channel. Then it worked forward 
and caressed the front edge of her crease and played excitingly with the 
knob of her swollen clitoris. 

It's wrong, she though. It's terrible, letting my own brother go down on me 
like this. I shouldn't be doing it. I ... OOOOO, it feels so good. Sooooooo 
good. 

"That's the way, Tony," she shouted. "Stick that big, juicy tongue up my 
twat. Lick it out. Ooooooo. Don't stop. Please, whatever you do, don't 
stop." 

Her hips were writhing desperately up to meet his down surging tongue. His 
tongue. His tongue stroked like velvet between her cunt lips and delved into 
her hot box. She was full of it. It was a million times better than twisting 
her finger around inside her tunnel to pleasure herself. Her vagina lips 
fluttered eagerly around his tongue, helping her vagina to swallow it all up 
inside. She was drunk with the pleasure of it. 

"Faster," she moaned. "Do it faster. Tongue fuck me faster. FASTER." 

Sally Jean was in heaven. The joy surging out from her loins left her weak 
and limp. Her tits, soft melon halves, were pulsating furiously. All she 
could think about was sex-the way that thick, hot, slippery tongue shoved 
between her soft vaginal lips and stretched her open. She was wild about 
that stretching feeling. 

Even as his tongue shoved deep into her sex hole, Sally Jean couldn't help 
but wonder if his penis wouldn't be better. She knew it had to be longer 
than his tongue. And what her vagina was telling her about his excited 
tongue plunging in and out of her twat was enough to convince her that 
longer would be better. 

Her legs and feet were firmly planted on the floor and now her hips rose and 
fell in steady surges of power. Her white thighs rose up around her 
brother's modishly long dark hair while his face disappeared in her crotch. 
His nose brushed her hard, throbbing clitoris and sent shocks of electricity 
jolting through her body. Sally was on sexual fire. Her body was in flames. 
Her cunt was tingling with the forbidden pleasure of being tongue raped. 

It isn't my fault, Sally Jean told herself. It isn't, it isn't, it isn't. 

His tongue was a hard knot of pleasure inside her twat. His head moved from 
side to side and his tongue did too. Feeling was pouring out from her pussy 
walls in places she hadn't even known she had sexual feelings before. 

"Oh, oh, oh ... Eat my juice. Lick it all up. Get every drop," she moaned 
lasciviously. "That's the way. Suck me dry you little cunt lapper." 

Sally Jean couldn't even think clearly anymore. Her nerves quivered together 
and independently. Bolts of excitement washed through her body. She knew she 
was going to come. She'd heard other girls talking about it before. But now 
... she was going to find out what they had meant ... and she was going to 
like it. 

The hard, sexual throbbing was seeping through her entire body. She was 
being consumed by passion as her brother licked her twat. And she didn't 
care. She was a moth beating its wings against a window pane and dashing 
itself into a candle's flame. And she didn't care. 

"Fuck me," she screamed against the bobbing turmoil created by her brother's 
moving head. "Kiss my cunt and make me come. Please. PLEASE. PLEASE." 

Tony seemed intent on doing what she asked. His tongue shot deeper and 
deeper into her twat. It was hotter and thicker and more satisfying. 

More was what she wanted. More everything. More tongue shooting into her 
aching crack, more power as his lips vacuumed her soft cunt hole and he 
licked out her juices. More thrills. More pleasure. More suck fucking and 
tongue and everything.... 

"Aiiieeeee," she wailed as Tony's mouth descended even more hotly against 
her crotch and his tongue slithered around in her vagina. She was shooting. 
She was flaming out like a comet and she felt his tongue poking deeper and 
deeper into her soft, velvety recesses. 

"Ohhhh, God, Tony. THAT'S IT. THAT'S IT. GIVE IT TO ME." . 

And Tony contorted his face and smiled and pressed his tongue into her twat 
and gave it to his big sister like she'd never had it before.... 

Later, Sally sighed and untwisted and lay back limp on the bed. 

Tony stood and smiled smugly at her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her 
spread thighs and the furry treasure he'd just licked spotlessly clean. "Go 
on downstairs and get me a beer," he commanded. 

Sally made a face at him. "You get me a beer when you get your own," she 
said. 

Tony wanted to say something. But he couldn't think of anything appropriate 
that would allow him to get the upper hand. Finally, in disgust, he turned 
and went out of the room. But standing in the hallway he turned and held his 
hand over his bulging cock and showed it to Sally Jean with a confident 
leer. 

"All right," he said. "But I've got something here that you want. And don't 
you forget it. If you want it, you're going to have to act right...." 

After he had disappeared down the stairs, Sally shivered with tense 
excitement. 

She'd told him she wasn't going to fuck him. But he was right. She'd come 
and come and come until she was limp. And it wasn't enough. Now she wanted 
something more. She wanted the hot, throbbing length of his cock stabbed up 
into her juicy wet box and she wanted to get fucked for real. 

Somehow, she guessed she was going to enjoy it all to pieces.... 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Rather than wait, for Tony, Sally languidly got to her feet and stripped off 
her clothes. Her skirt and blouse and bra went in the dirty clothes hamper. 
Then, bare-assed naked she walked out of her room and down the hall to the 
bathroom. 

It felt kind of strange. It was like people were looking at her because she 
was someplace she'd never been naked before. The sensation heightened her 
sense of excitement. 

The hot, soothing splash of the shower water against her skin didn't erase 
the excitement. Looking down, Sally watched the red, rosy ends of her tits 
changing color and growing harder and harder. They stuck out like little 
pegs. Their hardness seemed to invite the water to pelt against them even 
harder and with great effect. 

Hurriedly, Sally Jean soaped her crotch to get rid of the last traces of her 
brother's saliva. She quivered to the touch of her own finger in her 
swollen, super tender crotch. 

Stepping out of the tub, she admired her body in the door mirror-for the 
first time appreciating the passion it was capable of generating. 

Her tits seemed somehow more mature- riper. The nipples were redder and 
seemed to want to be sucked. They'd never been sucked and Sally Jean felt 
strange just thinking about a boy's lips on them, squeezing them roughly and 
sucking hard at them. 

She wondered momentarily if she could get Tony to do it. But then she 
realized it would be no real problem. She could get him to do everything for 
her. After all, she had already gotten him to lick her cunt until she 
practically exploded in a burst of pleasure. And that wasn't an everyday 
occurrence. Even for Noreen Collins. 

Wrapping the towel around her body, Sally returned to her bedroom. 

Tony was already sitting on the bed. A pop-top can of beer was on the end 
table, already opened. But that wasn't what caught Sally Jean's eye as she 
entered the room. 

Tony had opened the front of his pants and his penis stuck though. 

The sight of it took Sally Jean's breath away. She had never seen a male sex 
organ before except in drawings. And the sight of Tony's absolutely stunned 
her. 

It was bigger than she had imagined that it would be. It stuck straight up 
and was a furious red on top. It was ringed by a collar of soft, wrinkly 
skin and had a long, white shaft that disappeared in Tony's pants. His 
fingers wrapped around the shaft. 

Sally stared at it intently. She was suddenly afraid of her brother's penis. 
Enough was enough. He might kill her with that thing. Her tender slot was 
too small for it and he definitely couldn't put all that length up her 
vagina. 

In fact, Sally wondered momentarily where he hid it. Surely it didn't fit in 
his jeans. 

"You ready to ball, Sis?" Tony asked. Tony stroked his cock with his 
fingertips. 

Sally Jean stared at his pecker and tried to say no. She couldn't manage it 
and by some fluke nodded her head. 

"Come on, baby. Let's see the merchandise." Tony gestured with his beer at 
the wet towel that clung snugly to her long, teenaged curves. His eyes 
glistened. 

Coyly, Sally started to unwrap the towel. She didn't get far before the soft 
undercurve of her breast was showing and she stopped, embarrassed. Tony only 
leaned forward and licked his lips rapaciously. 

Sally shrugged. It didn't bother her brother, obviously, so she wasn't going 
to let her nakedness bother her. Her eyes switched down to his bare penis 
and increased her resolve. Gingerly she unwrapped the towel further. 

A bare breast burst into view. Her half-hard nipple was like a diamond now 
and it pointed accusingly at Tony. It was naming him the sexual culprit who 
had started this. 

Ignoring the symbolism, Tony leaned forward and planted a hot kiss on his 
sister's fresh, young boob. When he pulled his lips away, Sally's nipple was 
wet and shiny and her mouth was hot and dry. She didn't want to admit it, 
but she was turned on by it. 

Tony grabbed the end of the towel and gave it a tug, helping Sally Jean 
disrobe faster. She had no choice. The towel whisked away from her revealing 
her long, rounded legs and thighs and the soft, fresh, tender view of her 
pussy. Her waist was soft and narrow with just the pout of a lower belly. 
Her breasts were high and small and firm. 

Tony whistled and then he put a hot hand on his sister's equally hot flesh. 

"Come on," he said roughly. "Get it into bed where it belongs." 

With a sigh, Sally succumbed to the inevitable. She had known all along it 
was going to end like this. She sat on the end of the bed and then laid back 
and when she did her face was close enough to her brother's angry red 
looking cock to smell the heavy musky odor that rose from it. 

In bed, she stared up at her brother. She was seeing him for the very first 
time. His penis dominated everything. It was a hard, long, white shaft 
jutting out above his round balls. The tip, peeking out from the wrinkled 
collar of soft skin, was a fat and juicy red looking, like a ripe tomato. 

"Lick it!" Tony ordered. 

A sudden forbidden chill shot through Sally's body. As soon as she 
understood what her brother was asking her body automatically reacted to 
turn down his perverse proposal. 

"No," she said. 'That's dirty and I'm not going to do it, Tony." 

"Hell. Do it," he urged. "You'll really like it, Sally Jean. All the girls 
do." 

"What girls?" 

Tony sputtered and turned red. "You know. All of them at school." 

Sally Jean smiled. Even though her brother was standing over her with his 
pecker hanging out, she had him embarrassed and giving in to her. If she 
wasn't so eager to find out what it felt like to be fucked, she wouldn't let 
him do that even. She loved seeing him squirm. Brothers should be made to 
squirm a lot, she thought to herself. 

As if reading her thoughts, Tony stuck his tongue out and worked it around 
his lips making them shiny with his saliva. He looked at her. His expression 
was a strong hint. 

This time the thrill that coursed across Sally Jean's gaping cunt lips was 
familiar. It was desire. She remembered how good his tongue had felt in her 
velvety pussy and she also knew she was going to want some more of it. To 
get it, she was going to have to have Tony's cooperation. 

Funny, she thought, staring up at him. But his tongue is the exact same 
color of red as his penis. It even looks the same poking out of his pursed 
lips.... 

Sighing, Sally Jean spread her legs and let her brother see down into her 
hairy crotch and examine the place he was planning to put his penis. His 
dick stiffened at the invitation. 

"Well," she said, "what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation to 
fuck?" 

Tony didn't even bother to reply. The boy scrambled on the bed and fitted 
his tanned thighs between Sally Jean's white legs. He smiled and dipped his 
hand down to her crotch and began moving his fingers around. First one, then 
another slipped into her hot, wet crack. He was opening her up, spreading 
her pussy lips like crazy. 

"Aaaahhhhhh," Sally sighed. She closed her eyes and shut out the sight of 
the pink bedroom ceiling as his finger slid into her. It felt wonderful. It 
was a lot better than her own finger probing her swampy slit-A LOT BETTER. 

"Uuuuuuuh, uuuuh, uh," she gasped. Tony had shoved an extra finger in her 
twat and Sally Jean had to gasp with effort, as her cunt stretched to take 
it. They felt so good in her hole that she began moving her naked hips up 
and down, sliding her tense cunt lips on and off the greasy poles probing 
her sex hole. 

"That's the way, baby," Tony crowed. "Shake it and make it. Move those hips 
and get finger fucked into heaven. That's the way, baby." 

Her brother was excited. The boy leaned over her, his eyes just inches away 
from her crotch as he watched his own sister impaling herself on his probing 
fingers. The sight turned him on even more than before. His fingers were all 
glistening wet and squishing rapidly in and out of her slot. Her soft pussy 
lips bent like rubber edging around his digits and rubbed delightfully 
against them. 

Tony was gasping for breath. His sister hadn't even touched his cock yet and 
he was ready to explode. But he waited one minute more. He knew something 
else that would really get her going. And then, for sure, he'd have his way 
with her. 

Deliberately Tony lowered his face until his lips were only half an inch 
from his plunging fingers. They were wet and hot on the small, red lump of 
his sister's clitoris. He smiled as he pursed his lips and sucked-and then 
stuck his tongue out and began mauling her little sex finger. That would do 
the job, he was very, very sure. 

"Ahhhheeeeeiiiiiiii," Sally Jean yelled. Her breath left her in a whoosh as 
the unexpected surge of electricity exploded through her body. Her clitoris 
tingled madly. She couldn't make the feeling stop. It was trapped by 
something hot and wet and sexual that pumped throb after throb of insane 
pleasure through her gyrating body. 

As her hips twisted and rotated, it seemed to Sally Jean that Tony had 
plugged her into an electrical connection. Shock after shock of unbelievable 
sexual pleasure jolted through her. She was being incinerated by the 
pleasure that filled her body and her mind. 

"More," she howled. "More, more MOREEEEEEEEE." 

Tony smiled and lifted his face from his sister's crotch. "More?" he asked 
mildly. 

Sally Jean clutched his head in her hands and tried to force it back down. 
She wanted his tongue and his mouth and his fingers rutting in her slot all 
at once. The tender flesh between her legs was hot and eager. "Yes, yes, 
yes," she cried happily. "More." 

Sally Jean was disappointed for a moment. Tony rose up off of her and even 
his fingers left her feverish slot. She shoved her crotch down, hard, trying 
to catch them again, she wanted something poking up in her hole. She wanted 
to be filled. If this was fucking, she loved it. 

Tony moved up her body until he was poised above her. He leaned his head 
down and kissed the end of one of her firm, girlish tits. And when he did, 
Sally forgot about how much they embarrassed her at time. The most delicious 
feeling spread out from them like gold plated threads in a spider web. Even 
her crotch got all excited from the kiss. 

Looking down her body, Sally could see his lips pursed and sucking at her 
red nipple. Her nipple seemed to get longer and longer. There was an 
incredible ache in her chest as he sucked at her boob. 

"The other one ... Suck the other one, too," Sally pleaded. 

The girl couldn't understand what was happening to her. She was alight with 
an inner glow-turned on like Christmas lights. And she didn't want it to go 
away. Her arms wrapped around Tony's head and shifted his mouth from one tit 
to the other. Her uncovered nipple stood straight up from her melon-shaped 
breast. It throbbed with a fire of its own. 

Her hips bucked and flailed in a mindless rhythm of their own. Her soft 
belly rubbed against Tony's and there was the dull, insistent throbbing as 
his prick jabbed the soft flesh between her thighs. But Sally Jean didn't 
care. Her face and breasts and hole were slick and sweaty and she knew what 
she wanted was to feel skin against her-all over her. She wanted Tony's skin 
and his fingers and his cock. 

That's what she wanted. She'd waited long enough. She wanted that huge, hard 
cock in her hole. It had to feel better than his fingers. It was bigger and 
smoother and groovier looking and she wanted it to explode inside her. NOW. 

Tony seemed to read her mind. He looked at her and grinned. "Now?" he said. 
She nodded her head. 

"All right," he said. He smiled as he climbed off the bed and stood 
alongside it. Then he sat down on the edge and the springs protested 
slightly. 

"Fuck me, Tony," Sally Jean begged weakly. 

The girl couldn't understand what her brother was doing. She was wrung out. 
Weak. Ready. Her legs were spread for him. Her pussy was oozy wet and swampy 
soft waiting for his dick and he just sat there. If she hadn't been so worn 
out she'd have jumped off the bed and raped him right there. 

"Sure," Tony said. "Right after you lick my cock, big sister." 

He stared at the startled expression on his sister's face and he laughed. 
Then his hand went to his naked waist and picked up the hard shaft of his 
penis and held it close to her face where she could see it. 

Hesitantly, Sally Jean put her hand out and gripped it. She wanted to say 
no, but she couldn't bring herself to that. If she did, she knew Tony 
wouldn't fuck her. 

Besides, her head was spinning from the things he'd done to her already. 

She put her own hand out and took his cock and squeezed it. It didn't look 
so bad. And, she thought, how could one little taste of his pecker hurt her? 

After all, he had licked her twat and she'd enjoyed it. 

And even if he was just a dirty-minded boy, she supposed he deserved some 
kind of reward-before she let him fuck her.... 

Slowly Sally Jean bent the thick shaft of her brother's penis toward her 
face. And just as slowly she raised her opened mouth toward his crotch.... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Tony was breathing hard as he watched his sister's mouth get nearer and 
nearer toward the end of his penis. He had been afraid she wouldn't do it. 
If she had called his bluff, the boy knew he would have had to give in. He 
wanted to fuck so bad he would have let her beat him with a belt just to get 
his cock in her sweet pussy. 

The fact that it was his sister's mouth that was going to give him his very 
first blow job was all the better. If the guys at school only knew.... 

"Aaaaaahhhh." Tony gasped as his sister's lips made contact with his dick. 

It felt good. Better even than he'd thought it might when he first got the 
idea of keeping an eye on sis. 

It had started with all the bull sessions at school. A lot of the guys 
talked about his sister because she was a real fox, long dark hair and a 
pretty, quiet face with big eyes and full lips. Tony had been excited every 
time he heard one of his friends sigh and wish that he could be sucked off 
by Sally Jean. Of course, in their bull sessions, the other guys had always 
ignored Tony. After all, he was Sally Jean's brother and couldn't take part. 

Looking down and seeing the way Sally Jean's lips slid down over his stem, 
Tony smiled blissfully. Fuck them. He was getting his and let the mothers 
jack off if they wanted any. What made those guys think they could make it 
with his sister if he couldn't? 

And then Tony's thoughts were whirling away in a torrent of feeling. Sally 
seemed to get the hang of it and she slurped his penis deep into her hot 
mouth and Tony went into orbit. 

"That's the way, Sis. Suck it all in. Make me come, baby." 

Sally Jean heard Tony's words and a blush of shame colored her cheeks. The 
minute she'd put her lips on Tony's penis a strange excitement seemed to 
grip her and she couldn't help sucking his cock into her mouth and licking 
it with her tongue. There was a strange, wild taste to his prick. She sucked 
harder and a little of his juice escaped from the end of his cock. The taste 
made her want more. She sucked harder as if to pull her brother inside out 
through the little hole in the end of his penis. 

She had rolled over and her hands automatically cupped her brother's taut 
balls and stroked them. She felt the throbbing inside- the signal that he 
was ready to blow. 

She'd never seen it before, but she knew what it was. Some of the girls at 
school talked about jacking their boy friends off and watching their semen 
shoot all over the place. 

Eagerly Sally sucked her brother's penis and her fingers worked frantically 
on his balls until he was groaning and writhing around on her pink 
bedspread. 

As if by accident, her arms worked around Tony's body and her hands cupped 
his tight, lean buttocks. There was a special thrill for Sally as her 
fingers slipped between his asscheeks and touched his asshole. That was 
really dirty. And Sally Jean had never imagined that she would do such a 
thing. And now she was sinking her finger in his butt even as she sucked on 
his penis and she was trembling with excitement. 

"Don't stop," Tony gasped as his sister seemed to slow down. The boy was 
ready to explode. Her finger in his asshole felt so strange and yet good at 
the same time. It was like she was shoving it in his rear and sucking it out 
of his cock a second later. 

Tony groaned and grabbed her head with his hands and ground his penis into 
Sally's teenaged mouth. 

"I'm coming," he shouted. "I'm going to shoot. Now, now, NOW." 

Sally was so engrossed in what she was doing that she only heard her 
brother's shout as if from a distance. Desperately she sucked on his cock. 
He was wriggling his hips and she could barely keep the head bobbing around 
in her mouth. 

There was a throbbing and swelling in her mouth as his cock jerked to life. 

For a long, terrifying moment Sally Jean realized what was about to happen 
and she knew she had to get her mouth off his cock before he started 
shooting. 

But Tony's fingers were wound in her hair. His hands held her head cock 
steady as he pressed his penis into her gaping mouth and moaned from the 
excitement of his ejaculation. He heaved his hips and his cock head slipped 
down the silky wet lining of her mouth until he was practically pouring his 
semen down her throat. 

"I'm coming," Tony shouted with undisguised pleasure. 

Sally Jean didn't need the announcement to let her know what was happening. 

Suddenly she didn't have just a taste of his sperm. The leak in the end of 
her brother's cock turned into a fire hose. Hot fluid pumped into the back 
of Sally Jean's mouth with such force that it spattered throughout her 
mouth. 

She was numb with the heavy, acrid taste of his cum and she could only 
swallow as he pumped it into her. 

Sally licked her lips and looked at her brother. Tony had stretched out on 
the bed and a pleased smile flitted across his face as he gazed up at the 
ceiling. His penis was still half hard and shiny. The memory of what caused 
the wetness on his prick was the reason for the expression on his face. He 
grinned sleepily at Sally Jean. 

Bending her neck a little, licking his cock and noticing how it bent from 
the pressure of her tongue, Sally wondered if Tony could still get it up her 
avid, squishy pussy. She didn't want to admit it to her brother, but her 
pussy felt terrible. It had an empty, unused feeling to it that she knew 
could only be cured by having her brother service her right. 

"I thought you said you were going to fuck me," Sally Jean said disdainfully 
as she rose up from sucking his penis. She smiled scornfully at him. 

"Sure I am, Sis." Tony sighed and stared at the ceiling. "In just a minute." 

"Ha! With this?" Disdainfully, Sally Jean flicked his limp cock with her 
finger. 

She tried to appear flippant. But she knew that some men couldn't get two 
erections in the same day. And Tony was so young.... 

"Don't worry, Sis. I've got plenty for that itchy hot pussy of yours...." 

Sally Jean flushed scarlet. She was ashamed that her brother guessed how 
much she wanted his cock in her pussy. It was wanton of her to be that way. 
But at the same time she noticed that his penis was beginning to stiffen. 
And that was what she was really after. 

Tony grinned. Laying naked on the bed, he appeared even younger than he 
really was. He had a nice soft body with golden tanned skin smooth as suede. 
The muscles stood out on his chest, but they weren't hard yet or as sharp as 
the ones on the men in the muscle magazines. Sally had looked at the muscle 
magazines often enough. She sort of liked the lumpy, glistening bodies. But 
lots of times she and Kelsey had giggled over the black bikini shorts the 
models wore. Kelsey was Sally Jean's closest girl friend. And the two of 
them had been properly embarrassed as they traced the outlines of cocks on 
the black patches in the magazines. 

Looking at Tony's nude body, Sally Jean wasn't disappointed. Her brother's 
nakedness was enough to excite her beyond belief. That and the hard upthrust 
of his penis. That was the thing that Sally Jean couldn't ignore no matter 
how hard she tried. 

She wanted it in her cunt. And she was going to have it there. 

Tony seemed to read her thoughts. He rolled on his side on the bed. "Hey," 
he said, "I'm thirsty again. How about getting some more beer from the 
frig?" 

"Sure," Sally said. She got off the bed and unexpectedly she felt giddy. She 
looked down at Tony and giggled. She wished Kelsey was there at that moment. 
She could see her slim, small girl friend sitting down on her brother's lap 
and getting that huge pole sticking up from his thighs in her crotch. Sally 
envisioned Kelsey's startled expression and the way she'd leap away from 
Tony's penis. 

Walking out of her dainty, pink bedroom, aware of her nakedness, Sally Jean 
wiggled her hips obscenely at her brother. Looking over her shoulder she 
could see her own dimpled buttocks in her vanity mirror. Tony's mouth was 
open and he was practically drooling. 

Serves him right, Sally thought light-headedly as she undulated away. Let 
him suffer. He could go get his own beer. It would serve him right if I tvas 
out of the mood by the time I got back. 

Sally was still contemplating that kind of thought when she went into the 
kitchen and got the beer. Unsteadily, she popped the tops off the two 
bottles with the bottle opener. 

She was practically back in the bedroom when the idea sttuck her. She 
stopped in the semi-darkness of the stairway and took a big gulp of beer 
from one of the bottles. Then, carefully, she set it down. The other bottle 
she guided between her moist thighs. The cold glass brushed and slid against 
her skin and she trembled. But resolutely Sally stuck to her plan. Gritting 
her teeth, the teenaged girl jabbed the small end of the bottle into her 
gaping slot. 

"Aaaaahhh," she sighed. She turned the bottle and felt the glass rotate 
smoothly in her slot. The movement of the glass against her sensitive skin 
was pure velvet. It was cold and the chill shot up the length of her twat 
like electricity. But it turned her on. She could feel her pussy dripping 
moisture nonstop. 

She spread her legs and worked the end of the bottle into her sex hole. In 
and out and in and out. She forgot about the lesson she was going to teach 
her brother. Instead, all she could think about was that bottle stretching 
her pussy, stretching her cunt. 

"Uh, uh, uh," she moaned with pleasure and jabbed harder. HARDER. 

Sally's mind whirled and swirled. The smooth, cool neck of the beer bottle 
pushing up in her cunt seemed to push her thoughts into orbit. 

"My God," she thought. "Aaaaahhhh," she moaned as she probed with her 
bottle. 

A thousand little flames licked at the insides of Sally Jean's twat. She 
couldn't keep still. The beer bottle danced in her hands and spit cold 
streamers of beer up into her vagina. 

Each splash of that delicious coldness inside her slit almost made Sally 
faint. 

"Sally Jean-where are you?" Tony's voice drifted plaintively down the 
stairs. 

Sally Jean didn't answer right away. She couldn't. Her legs were weak and 
trembling. She was dizzy and afraid she would spin out of control and pitch 
down the staircase and splash beer all over the house while she experienced 
what she thought was her very first full-fledged orgasm. 

"I'm ... I'm coming," she weakly called out to her brother. 

Then she giggled insanely while the beer tickled the insides of her pussy 
and her vagina felt like it was going to collapse on the inside. She was 
coming all right. God, for an insane moment she wanted to ram that slippery 
beer bottle all the way up inside her pussy. All the way. ALL THE FUCKING 
WAY ... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sally Jean glided into the bedroom on a wave of pink euphoria. Her eyes were 
half-lidded and sleepy. 

Tony didn't notice anything different. He just put out a hand for a beer and 
swigged it down right away. As it bubbled in his throat he made a suspicious 
face. 

"What did you do to the beer?" he asked pointedly. 

"Nothing," Sally murmured. She sipped at hers and shuddered in delight. Her 
brother had swallowed her cum juice without catching on and it made her feel 
good. She was one up on him. He might have a prick, but she still knew what 
it was all about and he didn't. 

"All right, baby," Tony said. He grabbed his erect penis and held it up for 
her to look at. "It's about time you got that fat little pussy of yours over 
here on my stick." 

Sally Jean studied Tony's penis with trepidation. She wanted it. But she was 
still scared. It was big and fat and long. He pulled his fingers up and down 
it in a quick movement that made the swollen head bob excitingly. The round, 
red head that Sally knew he wanted to cram up her tight twat. 

She moved back reflexively and felt drips of liquid seep from her pussy 
lips. She was so excited that she couldn't have kept dry panties if she'd 
wanted to. "How?" she asked. Her lips were dry and she licked them 
nervously. 

"Hell, just come over here and sit down on it. How else do you think you're 
going to get fucked?" Tony looked at her as if she were an imbecile and 
stroked his penis again. 

Sally Jean smiled uncertainly and did as her brother told her. She got on 
the bed and straddled his waist with her knees. Looking down between her 
breasts she felt dizzy. His penis was laying soft and warm against her belly 
and the soft patch of fur on her crotch. The end was pointing up at her face 
and she could clearly see the slit in the end. 

A thrill of excitement went through the girl as she realized something else. 
When her crotch brushed against his, wetting his balls with the liquid from 
her swollen pussy lips, Sally Jean realized his penis reached up almost to 
her navel ... and maybe higher if he jabbed. 

Tony clamped his fingers over his sister's thighs and gently forced her to 
move forward, rising up until she experienced his hard pecker pushing 
against the slimy wet lips of her cunt, prying them open. His fingers dug 
into her thighs and forced her down slowly but surely. And each inch that 
her crotch lowered was an inch that his penis slipped up her sex hole. 

"Noooo," Sally murmured. She wanted her brother to stop. The big ball on the 
end of his penis was too big for her. It was going to tear her apart. She 
was being forced open. Wider and wider. Sally Jean thought she was going to 
be split open. He was going to tear her in half. The pain was too much. She 
wanted to scream and still he was jamming his flesh bar into her slot. 

"Take it," Tony said. "That's the way, baby, fuck." His hips surged upwards 
and his cock plunged all the way into her cunt like an electric plug into a 
socket. 

"Oooooo," Sally moaned as the sudden sensation overcame her. 

For a long moment Sally Jean didn't move a muscle. The feeling of having her 
brother's hot, hard penis inside her vagina, stuffing her full, paralyzed 
her completely. 

"Wowwww," she groaned at last when Tony started to move his hips. 

The first thing Sally Jean was aware of was the way his penis pulled out of 
her slot, thrilling her cunt lips until they were practically quivering with 
excitement. The second thing she realized was that she wanted it back. Hard. 
She wanted to really be fucked. 

Tony's hands roamed over her body and his fingers slipped across Sally 
Jean's breasts. His finger tips played with her hard, immature nipples 
before closing cruelly on her breasts and squeezing until she practically 
cried out. 

Still, it was strange. As painful as his grip was, it excited Sally Jean 
more than it hurt her. And when he pulled her down, forcing her pretty pink 
twat to spread over his hard cock she could only moan out loud with 
undisguised pleasure. 

It felt tremendous. His cock speared up into her vagina like a hard stick. 
It tore her open and let in the slick, slippery intruder and Sally Jean 
convulsed joyfully. 

"That's it, Sis," Tony murmured. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Push and fuck." 

His hands manipulating her thighs excited her butt into a wild gyration that 
lifted her cunt off his cock and slammed it back down with unbelievable 
force. 

Each movement was responsible for a wild throb of pleasure shooting through 
Sally Jean's crotch. Her cunt was on fire and she began pounding her 
buttocks up and down in earnest as she felt the wild thrill of joy surging 
through her crotch. 

"Ooooohhhh," Tony howled with unconcealed pleasure. It was as if his sister 
was skinning his cock with her tight twat, at least rubbing it raw. But the 
nerves in his joy stick were pulsating with delight, too. It was better than 
having her hot mouth on his peter. Better than sticking his tongue up her 
juicy twat. Better than jacking off. 

Faster and faster Sally's twat rose and fell, pulling almost clear of Tony's 
cock and then ramming down full force to envelop it completely. It was only 
visible in occasional flashes of light between their bodies. 

In and out, in and out. They were both panting and gasping as their hot 
bodies slapped sweatily together. Harder and harder and harder and faster. 

For a long moment, Tony experienced the throb of sex racing through his 
body. He stared at his sister's gyrating, naked body. She was slender and 
lithe, and even at her wildest her firm breasts only jiggled enticingly. Her 
flat, sweet belly pulsed under the tremendous effort she was putting into 
her fucking. 

Tony was entranced by the way her crotch rose off his pelvis and revealed 
his penis pull dripping wet almost all of the way out of her pink, furry 
slit. And then she would be ramming her spread thighs down at his body and 
his cock disappeared like a flash in her clasping cunt. 

He loved the hot, wet feeling of snugness- the way her cunt lips gripped and 
sucked at his pulsing peter as she slid down to the base. 

For a moment, Tony had the feeling he was a cock being swallowed completely 
by his sister's ravenous, hot cunt. He was totally immersed in the feelings 
she was causing in his body. 

Sally Jean was just as immersed in what she was doing. Sweat poured down her 
forehead and dripped on her sweet, young breasts and rolled to the tips of 
her fat, swollen nipples and dripped off. But she didn't notice that at all. 
What she noticed was the way her brother's hot, hard cock jabbed up between 
her legs and opened her hole straight up into her contorting body. That and 
the wish that it could go on forever. 

"I'm going to come," Tony yelled. "I'm coming. I'm going to shoot...." 

Sally trembled. She could feel her body responding to her brother's frantic 
efforts to climax. Tony's fingers dug deeply into her body. They jabbed into 
the soft flesh of her breasts and hurt like blazes. But it seemed to Sally 
Jean that she had been waiting for that last bit of hurt. Electricity shot 
through her body. Her buttocks slammed down one last time and Tony's penis 
speared up her slit one last time. 

His penis was way up inside her body, jiggling around and each movement made 
the insides of Sally Jean's vagina literally collapse. She thought she was 
melting inside, like plastic on a stove. Her hot cunt grasped his penis and 
squeezed. 

Tony yelled again. This time his penis stiff ened in Sally Jean's sex hole. 
Her pussy lips were stretched unbearably while his cock pulsed and pulsed 
and sprayed a steady flow of hot, white semen into her greedy twat. 

"Ooooo," she groaned as new waves of feeling engulfed her. 

The shock of his cum striking inside her vagina set her whole body on fire. 
She trembled and shivered around his penetrating cock. 

Sally Jean had thought she'd come with the cold, hard beer bottle diddling 
her hot twat. But now she was filled with the swelling, heated, 
felt-softness of her brother's dick and she knew what coming really was. She 
was filled with the joy of being fucked. 

"More," she begged. "Please. Give me more cock. More." 

Tony's penis was softening in the tight stranglehold of her pussy and his 
juice was leaking out and running down his penis to soak his balls. He tried 
to give her more. He just couldn't do it. He wasn't hard enough or long 
enough or strong enough. 

The boy didn't want to admit it, but he was all fucked out. 

Sally writhed on top of her brother for a while longer. But eventually his 
soft penis fell out of her slippery slot leaving her empty and yearning. She 
tried to arouse him to further effort, but Tony just wasn't interested. In 
moments the boy was asleep. 

Well, Sally thought to herself, that's what happens when a boy does a man's 
job. 

Although she had orgasmed several times and her body was literally limp from 
the effort, Sally Jean couldn't hold back the feeling that she'd been 
cheated of her fulfillment. She wanted more. Enough. Whatever that was. And 
all she was certain of was that she hadn't gotten it yet. It didn't even 
occur to her to wonder just what enough would be.... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

After that night she'd spent alone with Tony, Sally Jean felt her life had 
been changed. No longer did she avoid girls like Noreen at school. The 
redhead was her favorite companion. At breaks between classes and recesses 
the two of them talked about their favorite subjects: fucking and boys. 
Noreen, it seemed, was always hot. And Sally Jean was forever remembering 
the fantastic yearning she had experienced that night with Tony. 

It was a couple of weeks later, and her parents were going to be gone 
overnight again, and Sally Jean asked them if it would be all right to have 
a girl friend over for the evening. She tried to make the request as casual 
as she could. 

"Sure, baby," her father said. They were at breakfast and he was hiding 
behind his news paper as was usual. But he did put it down to look at her 
when he gave her permission. "Anything my baby wants, she gets," he 
chuckled. 

"I hope she's a nice girl." Sally's mother, smiled from making breakfast. 
She was a handsome woman and for the first time Sally Jean realized what a 
nice looking couple her father and mother made. And she was secretly ashamed 
of misleading them. 

They'd die, she thought, if they knew Tony and I had fucked all over the 
place the last time they were gone. If they knew, would they trust me now ? 

Tony was sitting across the table from her and Sally Jean noticed how he 
frowned when she got permission. She knew that he wanted to spend the night 
alone with her again. She was willing to bet he was horny as anything. She'd 
brushed against him in the hall earlier and had felt the size and hardness 
of his erection. He just wanted a hot, juicy pussy to stick it in. She knew 
that's why he was so eager to be alone with her. 

Smiling sweetly back at him, she polished off her breakfast. "Yes, Daddy," 
she answered. "Noreen is the best behaved girl in our class. She never does 
anything wrong." 

Tony frowned deeper at her endorsement of Noreen. When her father returned 
to reading his newspaper and her mother's back was turned, Sally Jean stuck 
her tongue out at Tony just so he had something to be sulky about. 

In response, her brother gave her the finger and quickly had to hide it. 

Sally Jean was happy he did. Just looking at his finger was enough to make 
her horny. There was no question in her mind that she would love to be 
finger fucked right then. 

After school that day, Sally Jean and Noreen walked home together. 

"How did you get them to let me come over?" Noreen asked. The redhead was 
walking on the curbside of the sidewalk. She was wearing a short, Kelly 
green skirt that barely covered her crotch and a softer green knit blouse 
that showed off her small breasts. Her nipples poked the material out in 
sharp little peaks. 

Sally had been amused by Noreen all the way home. The girl had deliberately 
been flicking her skirt with her hand as she walked, making it flip up and 
expose the rounded bottoms of her buttocks. And she was wearing the sheerest 
pink panties imaginable. 

It seemed in no time that there was a parade of slow moving cars going by 
with male drivers craning their necks to get a better look. And acting as if 
she didn't know anything was happening was innocent Noreen. 

Sally Jean giggled and then Noreen joined her and in a moment the two girls 
had burst out into laughter. They leaned against one an other practically in 
tears while the traffic speeded up. 

"I bet they all thought I was naked under my skirt," Noreen said, wiping the 
tears from her eyes. "I'll bet I can cause a traffic accident doing that 
some day." 

Sally Jean surveyed the quiet, tree-lined street. "Not on this block," she 
said. "But maybe uptown where there's more traffic. Like, at an 
intersection." 

"That's a good idea." Noreen smiled at her. "Let's do it next week." 

"Well...." Sally Jean said. "Maybe. I've got to think about it." 

And indeed she did. There was a thrill between her legs as she imagined 
herself walking down the street with Noreen, flicking her skirt up the way 
the redhead did while cursing drivers ran into each other. Of course, it was 
hard to flip the skirt right. Sally had tried after watching Noreen do it 
for a while. But she thought she could learn. She trembled delicately as she 
imagined her practically naked behind exposed to the people on the street. 
And then a fresh stirring of her mushy pussy and the knowledge that her 
panties were getting wet convinced Sally Jean that, yes, she'd like very 
much to do it. 

Just before they walked up the sidewalk to the white portecoed house where 
Sally and Tony lived, Noreen hesitated. "Your brother is all right, isn't 
he? I mean, he isn't really kinky or anything?" For the first time Noreen 
seemed a bit worried. 

Sally Jean laughed. "I'll keep him in line. You'd better believe it." 

And then the two girls were walking through the front door into the house. 

Tony was sitting on an easy chair, one leg over the arm with a beer in his 
hand when they walked in. "Hi," he said sourly. He was obviously 
disappointed that Sally Jean had brought Noreen home after all. The boy had 
been expecting that his sister would break down and come borne alone so that 
they could ball all evening. 

"Hi," Sally Jean said. "This is Noreen." Then she began to unbutton her 
white blouse. 

"Hi," Noreen added. She undid her green mini-skirt and let it fall around 
her ankles. And then she kicked it away and stood in her pink, sheer panties 
and green blouse. 

"Wolf," Tony said. His eyes practically rolled out of his head and he forgot 
the beer he was holding in his hand. He just stared at his sister and the 
redhead. 

Sally Jean smiled. She could handle her brother, all right. His cock had 
hardened like a stick and was shoving the front of his pants out. His blue 
jeans stretched across the bulge of his crotch so hard that it looked like a 
seam would split. 

Unhurriedly, Sally Jean finished unbuttoning her blouse and took it off and 
draped it over the back of the couch. She felt funny, standing in the front 
room with her breasts bare, her pink little nipples quivering at every 
breeze that wafted through. But she felt good, too, knowing her brother was 
looking and getting harder and harder. 

Noreen smiled at Tony. The boy's eyes kept darting back and forth. From one 
to the other-then back again. He was tantalized by his sister's quivering 
boobs. His mouth was salivating from wanting to suck them. But Noreen's bare 
legs and pink panties turned him on too. He could just see the soft, red 
fuzz over her pussy through the nylon. And he wanted to stick his tongue in 
there. He wanted to crank Noreen's pretty little box up and start her motor 
running until he fucked her blue in the face. 

Tony gulped a swig of beer-and then started choking and gasping for air. 

Still smiling at him, Noreen had eased her panties over her slender hips and 
let the wisp of nylon flutter down her legs like a dropped piece of tissue. 

The sight of Noreen's pretty little pussy made Tony's penis feel like a 
crowbar being twisted out of shape in the tight confines of his pants. The 
boy knew instantly what he wanted. 

His fingers opened the fly of his pants and let his massive, throbbing penis 
out to breathe. He knew, in just a moment when the trembles stopped running 
through him, he was going to get up and walk over to the redhead and throw 
her on the floor and shove his penis up her neat, pink and red little cunny. 
But first he needed a drink of beer. 

Sally Jean grinned. Looking at Noreen wearing nothing but her skin tight 
green blouse that ended at her belly button, and then the smooth curve of 
creamy flesh down into the triangle of red pubic hair turned her on, too. It 
was even sexier than seeing Noreen masturbating in the school showers. For 
some reason, too, Sally was excited because Noreen was still wearing her 
highheeled pumps. They made the girl stand taller. But they also seemed to 
make her more vulnerable-if that was possible to accomplish. 

And then Sally Jean dropped her own skirt and panties and Tony's eyes really 
bugged out as he stared at his sister's long, beautiful thighs and the soft 
spot where they met and where he had been playing with his tongue and cock 
and fingers the previous week. 

"You want some?" Sally Jean asked her brother teasingly. 

Reluctantly the teenaged boy stared at her and nodded his head. He couldn't 
do that. It felt as if his teeth were falling out, he was clenching them so 
hard. 

"You're going to have to start by eating our snatches-both of them." Sally 
Jean stared at her brother, not sure that he'd do it. But she and Noreen had 
agreed, no nooky unless he performed right. Noreen had told Sally she had 
never had a boy stick his tongue in her twat and she really wanted it after 
Sally told her what it felt like. 

Sally Jean sat down on the blue couch with its silken brown and yellow 
bamboo design. She was careful to scoot her crotch up to the front of the 
couch so that her vagina was exposed when she leaned all the way back. 

In a moment there was a ripple of motion on the couch and then Noreen was 
sitting next to her, her own thigh pressing against Sally Jean's, her legs 
spread open in the same, lascivious invitation that Sally Jean had already 
made. 

Noreen's hand grabbed Sally Jean's and laced their fingers together. It was 
then that Sally realized that Noreen was just a little bit frightened at 
what was happening and it made Sally feel really great. She squeezed the 
redhead's hand comfortingly and smiled. 

"Don't worry," she said. "There's nothing to worry about. Nothing at all." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

For a moment, Sally Jean wondered if she were telling the truth. The thought 
of what would happen if her parents-if anyone-came into the house and found 
the two teenaged girls sprawled on the sofa with their soft, wet pussies 
thrust up at her brother's face was too awful to contemplate. Then her 
brother's face was thrust between her hot thighs and Sally Jean squirmed 
under the feverish stimulus of his lips pressing against her pussy. At the 
same time, Tony worked his tongue into her sloppy twat and twisted the end 
around and around, driving her crazy. 

Noreen was watching with super intensity. Sally could feel the redheaded 
girl's eyes practically raping her squirming cunt. 

Then Tony was moving away. Still on his knees with his hard penis sticking 
up like a white flag staff out of his blue jeans, he shuffled over to 
Noreen's spread legs. He stared up at his sister's girl friend for a long 
time, until Noreen finally put her hands on his head and said, "Let's get 
the fuck with it, Tony. Now. NOW." 

The head the girl felt between her legs was expressed in the volume of her 
yells. She pressed her red hair fringed pussy forward and let out a yell 
when his lips made contact with her box. 

"Oooohhhooo, Tony," she sighed. She held his head tighter. 

Sally Jean watched with great interest as her brother's long, red tongue 
slipped into Noreen's secret hole. It made her horny to even see it 
happening. There was a wild prickling between her own legs and the girl knew 
she was jealous of the attention Tony was giving Noreen. More so because the 
tongue fuck seemed to go on forever and ever. 

Wailing and gasping for breath, Noreen rubbed her whole twat against Tony's 
face. Up and down, her gash was a sponge cloth that got his face shiny wet 
from his chin to his eyes. But he seemed to be enjoying it. And his own 
tongue was hard at work. Harder and faster his pink tongue lanced out and 
burrowed in Noreen's clasping, hot hole. 

Each time his tongue shot into her, Noreen cried out announcing the entry of 
the intruder in her cunt. Her legs spread wider and wider. Her thigh pressed 
tight against Sally Jean's and she appeared hypnotized by the smooth, even 
in and out motion in her sex hole. "Wooowieee," Noreen burbled. Her eyes 
glazed and crossed while Tony stroked his tongue in and out and around the 
rim and in again. 

Tony lifted his face from Noreen's hot box. He was grinning. "Suck my dick," 
he ordered Sally Jean. He even moved a little to make it more accessible. 

Sally felt her temper rising. How dare the little twit order her around? And 
then she had herself under control again. He was making Noreen faint with 
pleasure and it wasn't his fault he only had one tongue. He deserved some 
reward for taking care of Sally's girl friend so well. And besides, Sally 
knew she was going to get hers sooner or later. 

Getting on her knees on the floor, she knelt over his upthrust penis. Then, 
slowly and deliberately, she lowered her head until her wet lips were just 
brushing the swollen, round h ad of her brother's penis. 

It was like closing an electrical contact. Sally heard Noreen grunt as Tony 
flinched. Her own lips were suddenly and unaccountably sopping wet with her 
saliva. She pursed her lips around his penis and began sucking eagerly. She 
wanted to do it. Her mouth just fitted perfectly around her brother's round 
rod. 

"Uh, uh, uh," Noreen was gasping. 

Sally Jean wished that she could see. She could feel the red head was 
lifting her hips and impaling herself on Tony's hard, hot tongue. But she 
couldn't see. Each movement was transmitted to Sally Jean through her 
brother's throbbing cock. 

In and out. Deeper and deeper Tony's peter plowed into the bottomless pit 
that was her mouth. Sally thrilled to the way it rubbed against all the 
insides of her throat. She gagged slightly as it darted into the back of her 
throat, and then she had control again. 

Harder, harder, harder. Tony's rhythm was frantic. His hips pelted back and 
forth sawing his cock in and out.-His pecker was swelling, growing more and 
more urgent each moment it slid in and out of her mouth. Sally Jean sucked 
eagerly on it. She savored the taste of the round, bullet head as it tingled 
between her lips. 

Tony was moaning with the urgency he felt. His tongue lapped frantically at 
the red-haired teenager's box. He rotated his tongue around the opening, 
stretching the girl's pussy lips until she was moaning with unabashed joy. 
Then he sent his tongue tip barreling in full length, plugging her with his 
tapered flesh cork, sealing her hole. 

Noreen twisted and cried out. "Yes, Tony, yes. YES. YES." 

Tony's hips were twisting like crazy. Sally Jean's fingers cupped his naked 
buttocks as she pulled his pelvis against her face and swallowed his rampant 
penis. 

His hips were flailing so fast his cock threatened to pull out of her mouth. 
Her hands clung to his buttocks and one of her fingers dug into the soft, 
spongy opening of his asshole. 

Tony grunted. The sudden thrill of being fingered in the behind almost made 
him come. He realized he owed his sister something and with his free hand 
searched down her body to her rounded belly. Even with his face buried in 
Noreen's surging, gyrating crotch, he realized when his fingers hit her soft 
pubic hair. Then the boy had a finger hooked in Sally's cunt and he jammed 
it up that marshy wetness, feeling the heated pussy walls sucking at his 
finger. Her cunt was hot and hungry! 

For a moment, Sally Jean was paralyzed. The sudden intrusion of Tony's 
finger in her cunt was unexpected. Tremendous thrills shot through her body. 
She was being turned inside out by the fantastic sensations and she ground 
down, forcing that probing finger to work deeper and deeper into her hole. 

"Mmmmmppphhh," she groaned around her brother's surging cock as it worked in 
and out of her mouth. His balls were tight and her finger massaging his 
asshole was being clutched tightly by his rectum. 

"Aaaahhhiiieeeee," Noreen shrilled. Her hot little legs lifted off the floor 
and wrapped around Tony's head as she trapped his fat, scalding tongue in 
her gushy twat. The girl shivered with the force of her orgasm and Sally 
Jean wondered at that, realizing that perhaps Noreen hadn't been as worldly 
as she let on at school. That she really wasn't as experienced as she kept 
telling all the kids. 

But that didn't matter at the moment. Sally understood what the sudden 
hardening of her brother's cock foretold. He was going to come. He was going 
to shoot. 

Eagerly the girl tightened her grip on his buttocks and sucked him into her. 

Just the knowledge that she was going to swallow her brother's cum again 
transmitted itself to her cunt which was urgently pulling at his finger. She 
felt full, stuffed. It was as if her hole had readied itself for the deluge 
of sex juice that was going to flood her mouth instead. Even her thighs were 
trembling with anticipation. 

Tony didn't keep her waiting long. In an instant the boy was spilling his 
seed in her mouth. His hips gyrated wildly and Sally Jean lost control of 
them and then his pecker was flipping wildly, free of any restraint. 

Sally cried out as the first searing drops of his cum juice spattered 
against her face. It was so embarrassing-so humiliating-to have his cum 
shoot all over her face while Noreen was looking. She wanted to pee in 
contrition. Even though Tony's finger was still feeling her hole up and the 
sexual thrills from his hand raced through her body. 

And then his cock flipped further and she felt the hot drops of semen 
hitting her breasts. Driblets ran down her swollen, hanging globs to gather 
on the tips of her pink nipples. It was like she was giving semen instead of 
milk. 

"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me." Even before her brother's cock had stopped 
its wild spurting she was pleading with him to fuck her. 

As his cock spent itself and they fell apart, Sally Jean rolled over on the 
carpet and spread her arms and legs. "Fuck me," she demanded of him. 

That she was burning up with lust was evident. Noreen was still in a glazed 
state from the tremendous force of her orgasm. Her legs trembled and shook 
and her eyes had a funny look to them. She didn't really seem to see Sally 
Jean on the floor. 

Tony looked down at his sister, though, and it seemed the plea was too much. 
He eyed the drops of semen still covering the ends of her breasts and then 
he was down on her, sucking first one nipple clean and then the other. Back 
and forth his head darted. Sally's nipples elongated and hardened and then 
got even longer again. 

When they were clean and shiny, Tony lifted his head. He stared into his 
sister's lust-glazed eyes and then he was moving up her body. His hands 
squeezed her pussy and her breasts and then he was completely on top of her. 
His lips touched hers as he sank his cock into her gushy pussy. 

"Ooooh," Sally murmured. She wrapped her arms around her brother's head and 
responded by darting her tongue deep into his mouth. Her tongue touched his 
and it galvanized both of them. In response, his penis shoved deeper into 
the burning depths of her sex hole. It seemed to harden there. Harder and 
harder, reversing the trend to get softer that he had experienced moments 
before after coming in the same mouth he was tonguing. 

It felt wonderful. Sally Jean was on fire. She lifted her legs around his 
hips and it seemed he was plugging her even deeper and better than she had 
been moments before. His tongue was planted in her throat, like a cock being 
sucked off. 

His cock slid further into her twat, until his sparse pubic hair was pressed 
tightly against her own fur triangle. He shoved and was rewarded by feeling 
his penis hit her swollen womb. Sally Jean cried out. 

At the same time, the girl raised her legs, exposing herself even further to 
his hard fucking. She felt like a split open gash from her tailbone to her 
belly button. And Tony's penis felt like a cannon-only better. 

The boy was humping furiously over her, sliding his penis in and out of her 
bole with fervent ease. She was slick and slippery. Her cunt was a hot swamp 
that he could plunge his pecker in and out of with the most thrilling of 
sensations. 

The brother and sister clung together. They rolled back and forth on the 
floor as Tony plowed into her twat with enormous strength. She was being 
spiked, impaled, speared up her cunt and loving it. 

"Harder, Tony," she cried. "Fuck me deeper, darling. Deeper." 

Tony tried. His cock was already distended as far as it would go. But he 
tried. 

And then suddenly something caught Sally's legs and raised them further, 
spreading her cunt even more and Tony could plunge into her slot with even 
greater fury. 

Sally Jean gasped for breath between dizzying, sensation laden plunges of 
his penis into her greasy groove. She stared up past Tony's shoulder at 
Noreen, holding her ankles high in the air. 

"Thanks," she groaned. A sudden sensation wracked her body and she heaved 
her hips clear of the ground, practically throwing Tony even as she set his 
cock the deepest in her twat that it had ever been. 

"Oh ... NOW," she screamed as the full, crushing impact of her orgasm swept 
over her. "NOW. NOW. NOW." 

His juice spewed into her twat and for a single, dizzy moment Sally Jean 
seemed to faint from the force of what her brother was doing to her cunt.... 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Tony wanted to quit then. His penis was soft and drooped alongside his leg. 
He was breathing hard. The strain of two quick fucks was starting to show on 
him. 

But Noreen and Sally had other plans. Both girls were as avid as ever. Sally 
Jean's vagina ached from the pounding it had taken. She remembered the 
steady beat of her brother's soft balls against her behind as he fucked deep 
into her and it helped keep alive the almost frenzied desire for sex that 
she was experiencing. 

Noreen had gotten to her knees immediately after Tony had flopped off of 
Sally, saying he needed a rest. 

"What's it taste like?" Noreen asked. She stared at Sally Jean. 

"What's what taste like?" Sally Jean was still floating from the fucking she 
had had. 

"His cum." Noreen wrinkled her nose and held up Tony's limp penis. 

Tony tried to stop her, but the red head brushed his hands away. It was 
still soggy with the thick cream he had shot into Sally's slot-that and her 
own pungent juice. 

Tony's penis was smaller. It was more wrinkled, almost shrunken like 
something that was supposed to be dry cleaned only that got in the wash. The 
large, red head was faded. The color was dull and the knob was wrinkled too. 
But over it all, the red glans and the whitish shaft, was a film of sex 
juice. 

Sally Jean could barely believe her eyes as she saw Noreen tilt her head and 
put her lips on the slimy piece of meat. 

"It's all right, I guess," Sally said. The words sounded strange in her ears 
as she watched Noreen start to do something she wouldn't have thought of 
doing. It was too dirty and perverted. It wasn't only Tony's cum on his 
prick-it was Sally Jean's too. Noreen was committing an act of Lesbianism. 
Sally was appalled- but she couldn't take her eyes away as the redhead 
popped Tony's dick in her mouth and began sucking. And despite Tony's 
protests, his penis started swelling again immediately. 

"Aarrrrggg," Tony gargled in his throat as the sensation of the redheaded 
girl's lips on cock brought him back to sexual life. His face twisted in a 
grimace. 

Sally Jean sat up and moved closer. "That's the way," she breathed as she 
watched Noreen suck the whole penis stalk into her mouth and throat. "That's 
the way." 

Noreen opened her eyes wide, as if in surprise at the taste and feel of a 
boy's penis in her mouth. For the first time, Sally Jean really saw the 
girl. 

Noreen was light boned and she seemed almost fragile. She was definitely too 
fragile looking to be caught with Tony's joint in her mouth. When she sucked 
in, with her mouth stretched wide open to take the thickness of his prick, 
her face looked like a gaunt triangle. Her cheeks sucked in and hollowed 
under her cheekbones. Her green eyes were huge in her thin face. 

Besides, she looked so out of character with her scattering of freckles 
across the bridge of her nose. She looked like a much younger child giving 
Tony head. 

Up and down her head bobbed, Tony's prick sliding in and out of her mouth. 
Sally thought the girl was going to suck him off to get a taste of his load. 
But when he was finally straight and hard, she said. "There, ready and 
willing again." 

Sally Jean applauded. Noreen was right. Tony's pecker stood up straight, 
ready to plunge into a sloppy wet vagina. Sneakily, Sally Jean slipped her 
hand down to her own cunt and stroked it. She'd been doing that since the 
day Noreen had shown her how to masturbate and Tony had started her out 
fucking. 

The teenager's pussy lips felt swollen like the two halves of a tennis ball. 
They were itchy and yearning to be rubbed by Tony's cock. She slithered her 
butt back and forth on the rug and luxuriated in the feel of the rainbow 
colored shag brushing against her hot box. 

"Me?" Noreen said almost plaintively. 

Sally Jean nodded her head. It was Noreen's turn, and the girl had gotten 
Tony's pecker up. There was nothing else she could do in good conscience but 
allow Noreen to take her turn. Even if it really hurt just to sit back and 
watch when she needed it too. 

Hastily Noreen squatted over Tony's middle. Her hands stretched her twat 
open, like enlarging a bull-seye while she centered her cunt over his 
projecting cock. 

"What are you going to dooo?" Tony started to say and ended up gurgling. 

Noreen had smiled prettily at him and at the same time started descending. 
His penis fitted up into the hot flesh groove of her vaginal lips and 
immediately found the round, sucking hole of her cunt. As if it was greased, 
his penis lanced straight into the center of Noreen's throbbing pussy and up 
into her middle. 

"Aaaaaeeeiiii," Noreen squealed in an undulation of sheer sound. 

Sally Jean couldn't help but be excited by seeing what was happening. 
Noreen's pussy was spread open like water running around a rock. Her cunt 
lips were two thick, soft furrows of flesh that seemed to grow from flowing 
up against Tony's big, solid cock that was rammed into her crotch. Behind 
his cock her pussy trailed off in a long slit that finally ended in solid 
flesh before starting the ravine between her buttocks. 

Noreen leaned forward on Tony's chest and mewed, "Love me, Tony. Fuck me." 

The boy's eyes lighted up. He put his arms around the redhead and pulled her 
tighter against him, jamming his penis even deeper into her pussy. When she 
was practically laying on his chest, her soft boobs rubbing against his 
pectoral muscles. 

Sally Jean had to change positions. Thoughtfully she scooted over on the 
floor until she was looking at Noreen's ass. It was a better place to watch 
from. 

As Noreen swung into the rhythm of fucking, her rear raised and lowered on 
the stiff, greasy spear of the boy's penis. Sally could see everything. 
Noreen's cunt lips clasped his cock like they were sucking it when she 
lifted her rear. And then when she came down, the action was reversed. It 
looked as if Tony was driving her cunt lips inside her vagina. 

Sally Jean moved closer. Tony and Noreen were fucking faster. His shiny wet 
penis flashed in and out of Noreen's pussy at two, then three times the 
speed it had been moving. 

As Noreen rode up and down on Tony's prick, Sally worked closer and closer. 
She was happy her girl friend was getting what she wanted. But she wanted to 
be doing something too. It wasn't enough just watching. All that did was 
make her more horny than she was. She edged closer until she could smell the 
heady aroma of Noreen's cunt swallowing Tony's eager penis. Until she could 
practically feel the spray of moisture from their joined sex organs when 
they came together with a sharp snap. 

Noreen had sucked Tony's cock with her cunt juice on it. Sally Jean told 
herself that. She was absolving herself in advance for what she was about to 
do. She didn't want to admit it even to herself, but what Sally wanted was 
to taste Noreen's juice. 

Suddenly her tongue darted out and licked Tony's hard, throbbing pole. 

"Yeoweeee," Tony yelled. He bucked frantically and rammed his cock hard up 
Noreen's twat. The redhead screamed with ill-concealed pleasure at the 
sudden jab. 

Noreen hunched over, her butt high in the air, her cunt just barely 
squeezing the big head on the end of Tony's shaft. And then Sally's mouth 
was in between the two hot bodies. 

Greedily Sally Jean ran her tongue up the length of Tony's penis. She was 
careful to stop before she got to Noreen's throbbing twat. 

She was surprised at the taste. Noreen's juice was thinner and more acrid 
than Tony's. But for some strange reason, Sally seemed to like it. Quickly 
she started slurping up and down Tony's rod. Her tongue curled around the 
white shaft and she wished she also had his round, red head to suck into her 
mouth and caress with her lips and tongue. 

Her nostrils were filled with the strong, firm scent of two rutting bodies. 
Up and down her tongue flashed. Sally Jean didn't even notice when it first 
happened, but suddenly she was licking at the firm, hot crack that engulfed 
Tony's pulsating pecker. 

Lesbian, her mind screamed at her. She didn't stop, though. 

Noreen was moaning and groaning as each time her tongue climbed the brawny 
shaft of Tony's pecker it also scrubbed heatedly at Noreen's quivery cunt 
lips. 

"Oh, oh, oh, suck me, suck me, suck me," the redheaded girl chanted. 

Sally heard her and vaguely thought the girl was showing Lesbian tendencies 
in her behavior. She wondered if Noreen hadn't been doing things with girls 
all along. But at the moment it didn't matter a damn to Sally. All that was 
of importance was getting her mouth over Tony's prick and Noreen's pulsating 
twat. 

And then she couldn't hold back any longer and Noreen was rising up and 
smashing down hard on Tony's pecker and Sally couldn't get her face between 
them to suck on their inter laced sex organs. She was disappointed, but not 
too much. She put her hand between Tony's thighs and he opened his legs a 
little and she was able to cup his balls in her hand and stroke them even as 
Noreen lunged up and down in an apparent effort to fuck him half to death. 

Harder and harder they plunged against each other. Sally's hand continued to 
fondle Tony's balls. But her free hand slipped easily between her own thighs 
and her finger stirred in the mushy swamp of her twat. She was thick and 
syrupy there and even as Noreen and Tony rubbed each other to a mutual 
climax, Sally rose on a swell of ecstasy. 

She felt his balls harden. The closer Tony was to climax, the closer Sally 
also became. She speeded up the rapid lancing of her finger in and out of 
her cunt, moaning with joy until she felt the rapid smashing of Tony's cock 
into Noreen's cunt. 

"Fuck, oh, fuck," Sally yelled. 

Her finger twisted in her twat and sent her mind reeling on a sharp thrust 
of sensation. 

Deeper and deeper her finger probed in her hole. She seemed to be trying to 
reach the ultimate depth. 

And even long after Noreen collapsed in exhaustion on Tony's heaving body, 
Sally Jean was still coming and coming and coming. 

And the thought uppermost in her mind was, Am I a Lesbian, too? 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The end of school and summer vacation made a sudden change in Tony's 
fantasies and Sally Jean's plans. Tony had plotted to get both girls 
together a second time-something he worked out well in advance. But even as 
he worked on Sally to get her cooperation, their parents dropped a 
bombshell. 

"We're going to Europe for a month," Mildred announced happily at dinner 
just before school ended. Mildred was their mother. And she looked at 
Robert, their father, as she made the announcement. When Tony and Sally sat 
in a stunned silence as she explained how she was taking a second honeymoon 
with their father on their twentieth wedding anniversary, Mildred realized 
that she had lost her audience. 

"Aren't you happy for us?" she asked. 

Sally Jean pulled herself together just in time. "Of course, Mother. It's 
just ... it's so sudden. We ... weren't prepared. I think it's just 
wonderful and I know you'll have a wonderful time...." 

"But what about us?" Tony chimed in. "What are we going to do?" 

"Well, darling," Mrs. Benchly said, "we would like to take both of you with 
us. But your father and I have been planning a chance for just the two of us 
to be together for a while and it works out well economically. And ... well 
... we've made arrangements for the two of you to stay at your Uncle Jack's 
farm during the summer. It'll be like a vacation for you too." Mildred 
beamed at them, concealing her own concern over how they'd take it. She had 
already argued with Robert that it was unfair, leaving the kids behind. But 
he'd pointed out that not only would the two kids be exorbitantly 
expensive-but he did want to get off alone with her for a time. And Mildred 
trembled just thinking about it. Robert was a real lover when he was in the 
mood-and she had the feeling that he was going to be in the mood for the 
whole five and a half weeks they were going to be gone. 

"That's swell, Mom." Tony stood up and theatrically hugged her. "We haven't 
been to Uncle Jack's in three or four years. But it was really keen the last 
time we were there." 

"Oh, I'm so glad you understand," Mildred said. She looked at Tony and Sally 
and there were tears of joy in her eyes and Sally knew there was nothing she 
could say that wouldn't spoil it for her parents. So she just smiled. 

Later, when she was alone with Tony, Sally glared at him and said, "It was 
really keen at Uncle Jack's the last time we were there." Her voice cracked 
a falsetto as she tried a sneering imitation of Tony's voice. 

"Well," Tony said defensively, "I didn't want to disappoint mom." 

"But did you have to put it on so thick? If you hadn't, maybe we could have 
stayed with Aunt Ruth in New York. Remember last time at Uncle Jack's. We 
worked so hard we had blisters every place but on our behinds. He doesn't 
believe in sitting down." 

"I didn't think of going someplace else. I'd like to go to New York." 

"That's what I mean, dummy." Sally's voice heaped score on her brother's 
thick head and all he could do was squirm and take it. Even Tony had to 
admit she was right. 

"Anyway," he said darkly, "don't give me a lot of crap or I won't give you 
any of you know what." His hand cupped his balls and he leered at her. It 
had been a long enough time that he was feeling all bloated with his semen 
and he had discovered that Sally got horny faster than he did. 

"You don't have the only cock in the world," Sally said. She pointedly 
avoided looking at the bulge his Levi's made between his fingers. She didn't 
want to admit it to Tony, but she wanted some cock at that very moment. 
More, now that she knew she was going to be at Uncle Jack's for half the 
summer. She figured she wouldn't be getting any there at all. Uncle Jack's 
idea of entertainment was getting up while it was dark and laughing at the 
first sleepy head to stumble over a rake handle and fall in the manure pile. 

"How about tonight?" Tony persisted. His fingers tightened around his penis. 

Sally pursed her lips. Then she thought about how wonderful his penis would 
feel slipping in and out of her warm tunnel, squeezing her cunt lips wide 
open while he sucked on her budding breasts. The thought made her all mushy 
inside. "Welllll," she said, "if you really need it that bad, I suppose I 
should let you have just a little." 

"Okay," Tony said happily. "As soon as the folks are in bed I'll come to 
your room." 

Sally smiled at him. "Whatever you need," she said. "I'll take care of it." 

Sally wore her pink, shorty negligee to bed that evening-without the 
panties. She excused herself early and went to the bedroom and fussed around 
finding something to put on. It didn't matter to Tony-she knew that. But it 
made her feel real sexy. 

Tony had given her a dirty look when she went to bed so early. But Sally 
Jean knew what she was doing. She figured the folks would call it a day 
early, too. They had to drive to Uncle Jack's in the morning, then pick up 
their own things and get out to the airport by cab. It was going to be a 
busy day for them. 

Laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling of her room, Sally couldn't help 
getting an even earlier start. She remembered how she had seen Noreen in the 
shower and she idly let her fingers cup her own breasts. She wasn't sure if 
it was her imagination or not, but her breasts definitely seemed bigger 
today. Her fingers toyed with her nipples and they hardened immediately and 
stretched out and out and out, like little pricks being aroused. 

With that amount of foreplay, Sally's body was turned on. The merest touch 
of her hands against her quivery breasts sent hot waves of feeling lancing 
through her body. It was all she needed. 

Her hands slipped down the length of her nylon nightie and felt the lacey 
hem. Then her fingers were lifting the material off her legs and rumpling 
the front up on her soft belly. Cool air rushed in to stroke her moist 
thighs and riffle the hair on her cunt. 

Sally Jean tingled. She felt so open with her pussy uncovered, even in her 
own, darkened bedroom that she could almost come just thinking about it. But 
she was going to do more than just think about it. That was for sure. Her 
fingertips teased at her thighs before moving onto the patch of soft fur 
surrounding her sex organs. 

A subtle fragrance filled the room. It was heavy and musky and dry and she 
realized that it was the odor of her sex hole magnified a dozen times. When 
her finger actually touched her own hot, dry lips she had to cry out softly 
with pleasure. They were swollen and tender, and ready. The moment she 
pressed a fingertip against them, the love juice started seeping from her 
teenaged sex hole in a steady, warm stream of moisture. 

That was enough. With a wild cry of pleasure, Sally Jean jammed her index 
finger between the swollen pink petals of her cunt and began masturbating 
with a special fury. It felt good. Not as good as Tony's big penis, maybe, 
but good all the same. 

Her hips raised off the bed and opened her slot a little more. She was 
getting tender from the irritation of her own finger sliding in and out of 
her vagina like a piston in a motor. She cried out and writhed under the 
assault from her own finger. Her nerve ends tingled in response to her 
stroking. She was finger fucking herself into heaven and as she lay in bed, 
a little smile on her face. Sally thought, I don't need Tony's pecker. I 
don't need anyone or anything. All I need is my own hand to do this and this 
and this. 

Her fingers twisted and turned in the hot, gushy confines of her sex tunnel. 
A feeling of heat emanated from her cunt and ran through her body. She was 
filled with it. She was immersed in the hot, sultry feeling of sex and she 
laid back and enjoyed it. 

Slowly her finger built up its tempo. In and out of her clasping cunt lips. 
Faster and faster. Up and down. Her hand pumped her digit in her sex hole 
and she felt like she was being injected with sex. 

She was swelling up inside. It was life pumping up an inner tube with a hand 
pump. Sally was panting. It felt so goood. Better. And better. 

She lifted her hips and spread her thighs. She spread her knees and pointed 
her cunt at the wall like it was a gun while she rammed her finger into her 
hole with hard, shuddering strokes. She imagined it was Tony on her body, 
pressing her down. 

"Uh, uh, uh," she cried out as her finger did its work in her juicy twat. 

The bed springs protested under the violent pounding of her hips up and down 
as they augmented the fierce plunging of her finger in and out of her slot. 

It was as if she could feel Tony's soft body pressing against her. His lips 
sucking, sucking, sucking on her tits. Sally was insane with the sensation. 
She even imagined Noreen's lips nibbling on her aching nipples and she 
finger fucked herself harder. 

"I'm not a Lesbian," she moaned fiercely. "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not." 

And then her finger seemed to strike a vital nerve in her twat. Her clitoris 
seemed to ache into a nonstop swelling that ultimately would end with an 
explosion. 

"Yes," she cried. "Yes, yes, yes." 

Sally's face was contorted as the tremendous force of her orgasm flowed 
through her and twisted her muscles and arched her back as she came and came 
in an unending flow of pleasure and sticky fluid from between her thighs. 

But as she relaxed and settled into a soothing sleep, she couldn't help but 
wonder what she had meant when she was screaming, "Yes, yes, yes." 

Being a Lesbian all of a sudden didn't seem so bad as it once had.... 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Sally Jean had a contented smile on her face when Tony let himself in his 
sister's bedroom a couple of hours later. She looked contented, curled up 
and sleeping, hugging her pillow. Tony had turned the night light on so he 
wouldn't trip over anything as he walked through her room and he wondered 
what she was dreaming so happy about. 

"Hey, Sis, wake up," He shook her shoulder gently and called in her ear. 

"Hmmmmmm." Sally opened her eyes and looked up into her brother's face. 

"Time to ball, baby." Tony grinned. 

Sally Jean looked down from his smile to his naked chest to his naked 
stomach to his naked cock. "Tony," she said, surprised. "You're naked." 

"Sure am, baby," he chuckled. Dexterously he lifted the edge of the blanket 
and slipped into bed with Sally. She shivered. His skin was cold from being 
out wandering around in the halls naked. She moved away from him slightly. 

"Hey," he said, "is that any way to treat me? You asked me to come, you 
know." 

"Oh, all right," Sally Jean replied. She moved back against him and put her 
hand out under the blanket. She was all sleepy warm- cozy. Her hand felt 
cool where it touched Tony's body. 

Her fingers almost automatically found his prick and closed around it. It 
was hard and swollen. She began stroking it, feeling the rounded outlines of 
his penis sliding under her fingertips. She rubbed her thumb over the 
swollen glans and felt the wet slit in the end and Tony squirmed 
satisfyingly under the attention she was giving his penis. 

Tony stared at his sister out of lust-glazed eyes. She seemed only half 
awake, cuddly, with the blanket tucked demurely under her chin. Her hand was 
invisible reaching under the covers. He felt her fingertips connect with his 
balls and he snorted. 

"Hey, that's the way, Sis." He crowded over against her and put his own 
hands on her hot body. He was worried at first that she wasn't going to 
cooperate. She'd been kind of cool when he first crawled into bed with her. 
But his hands soon discovered that she was wearing a shorty nightie and 
nothing else. 

"Ooooh, Tony," she murmured as she turned and burrowed against him. 

Tony patted down her body. His hands were delightfully alive with the feel 
of her soft, firm breasts through the nylon. Her tits jiggled in his hands 
like Jello. He moved his fingers and wrapped them around her firm, rosy 
nipples. At the same time he squirmed his hips closer to the girl and began 
gently rubbing his pecker against her soft thigh. 

"Stop that," she demanded. "That isn't being nice at all, Tony." 

"What isn't?" he asked innocently. At the same time he was thinking how nice 
it was rubbing against his sister and how much better it would be when 
he-lined his penis up with her sex entrance and crammed it in her twat. That 
would be really good. 

"Stop jacking off against my leg," she said angrily. "If you don't like my 
ass, you can take your prick somewhere else besides my leg." 

"Now, honey," Tony replied, placatingly. "I'm just warming up. You know...." 

He slipped his hand between her thighs and began tickling her pussy lips. At 
first they were tight and dry. But within moments moisture had seeped out 
around the edges and was making her sex hole slippery enough for his fingers 
to start sliding in and out without hindrance. Faster and faster his fingers 
were moving. 

Sally Jean stopped talking. She twisted her body and was breathing faster as 
she felt her brother snapping his finger in and out of her aching sex hole. 
She moaned and then had to bite her lip to shut off the sound. She writhed 
her hips and held her cunt up for him to fuck hard and long. 

"See, Sis," he said triumphantly," I was just warming up, sort of like 
that...." 

"Tony, eat my cunt," Sally Jean said, cutting his triumphant smirk off. "Get 
down there and rim it with your tongue. My god, I really need it, Tony." 

"Let's just ball, Sis." Tony pushed up against her and tried to slide his 
penis between her clasped thighs and into her fuck chute. But she wouldn't 
let him. 

"Eat it," she demanded. She was fully awake now, and she knew what she 
wanted. She wanted that dumb, superior brother of hers to go down on her and 
lick her cunt out until he knew who was the boss. And she wasn't taking no 
for an answer. 

"Well...." Tony said, thinking. 

"Well, nothing." Sally Jean had detected his hesitation. "Get your tongue in 
my twat and start eating out my cunt or forget it and go back to bed-in your 
own room." 

"Okay," Tony finally said. "But only if we sixty-nine it. That's fair, Sis." 

Sally Jean knew what sixty-nine was, all right. She'd heard the other girls 
talking about it-sometimes with disgust and loathing. And she wasn't sure 
that would satisfy what she wanted to do to that brothers of hers. But she 
was trapped by her own desires. She wanted to be sucked and he was the only 
mouth and prick handy for the job. 

"Okay," she agreed. "But you'd better make it good, Tony, or you won't get 
any more ass at all tonight." 

"Sure, Sis." Tony scrambled around on the bed and straddled his sister's 
head with his knees. He had already pulled the blanket off Sally Jean and 
after spreading her thighs with his hands he was ready. He could hardly 
wait. His penis felt as heavy as a cannon. 

Expertly the boy separated her thighs and then his head was bobbing down 
toward his sister's soft, warm, fur fringed pussy. His tongue flicked out 
and caressed the slick flesh that-lined her cunt. Once, and then again. 
There was pleasure in the incessant tunneling of his tongue into her hole, 
the twisting and turning of the tip against her convulsing lining. Faster 
and faster Tony dug his tongue into her quivering quim. 

And then he suddenly stopped and raised his head. "Suck my dick," he 
ordered. Sally Jean was stunned. It was just starting to feel so good she 
didn't want it to stop. 

"Suck my dick," Tony ordered her again, repeating himself. 

Sally wanted to say no. But then, she knew, he wouldn't tongue her twat 
anymore and now she was ravenous for that. She opened her lips and settled 
them around her brother's pulsating prick and began sucking. 

And then the wild tonguing of her cunt began. His tongue slithered into her 
hungry twat like a snake. It twisted and turned inside Sally Jean's channel 
and she clung desperately to her brother's naked hips with her hands as her 
lips curled around his long, throbbing penis. She loved it. She loved 
sucking his stick. Her hot saliva coated his cock while her lips slid up and 
down. As Sally Jean got hotter, her head moved faster. She was staring at 
his balls from only inches away. She could watch them tighten as he got 
ready to shoot his load and she knew she was going to be ready for it. 

His tongue was like a prick, shoving heatedly in her snatch. 

"Mmmmmmm," she wailed around his pecker as she felt her orgasm engulf her, 
as it prickled her body from her cunt to her tit tips. 

"Keep it down," Tony snarled. "Do you want to wake the folks up with all 
that noise?" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

After they rolled apart, Tony told her to get off the bed. 

"Screw you," Sally said, still trying to maintain her grip over her brother. 
She had the desperate feeling it was slipping. But she had to try anyway. 

"Don't give me a lot of lip," Tony said. "You want to get the folks in 
here?" 

"Well ... no." Sally shook her head and wondered if her brother was just 
bluffing or if he would take a chance wrestling with her of waking their 
parents up. 

She decided it wasn't worth the risk to find out and slowly got off the bed. 

Tony stood beside her and caressed her naked flank with his hand. At least 
that had its usual effect and started those strange stirrings between Sally 
Jean's thighs again. 

"Bend over the chair," he ordered her. He pinched her almost plump bottom. 

Indignantly Sally jerked away. She didn't like what was happening-her 
brother starting to act like king of the hill. She should be telling him 
what was what. 

Roughly, Tony grabbed her head by the hair and dragged her over to the 
crushed velvet barrel chair that sat in front of her vanity. He pushed her 
against it and started to bend her body over it by sheer, brute force. 

"All right, damnit," Sally Jean said. She had tried to fight him, but her 
little brother was getting too strong and heavy for her and she finally had 
to give in. 

Following his directions, Sally Jean leaned over the back of the yellow 
chair and supported herself by putting her hands on the sloping arms. 

Critically, Tony watched her place herself. "Spread your feet more," he 
said. 

It was embarrassing to Sally to have to do what he said. Her rear was 
already exposed to every errant breeze that blew through the bedroom. She 
shivered as she spread her feet wider apart and felt her pussy lips 
stretching open. 

"That's good." Tony stood back and examined her position. 

Sally felt ridiculous. Her tits hung straight down and that gave them a 
swollen, jiggly feel whenever she made the slightest move. Her hair fell 
down around her face like blinkers and she couldn't see to the side or what 
Tony was up to. Her rear was higher in the air than the rest of her and she 
was painfully aware of the way her position exposed her sexually to her 
brother's probing eyes and grasping fingers. 

"Ooooo." Sally Jean squirmed as Tony put a hand on her upraised box and 
slowly inserted a finger. It felt good, but lewd at the same time. She 
couldn't help wiggling her butt and aiding his finger to slide up her 
greased hole. 

"That's the way, baby." Tony was ecstatic. He slipped another finger in her 
vagina and stretched her beautifully open a little further. Sally was loving 
every minute of it. 

"Don't do that, Tony," she said sharply. But she didn't try to get away. Her 
legs were trembling and she was waiting to see what else her brother would 
do to her cunt that would make her feel even better. But she felt that she 
had to rebel before she thought she was just a toy for his convenience. But 
his finger did feel wonderful in her snatch. 

"Don't do what, baby?" Tony pressed up against her and frigged his finger in 
and out. His penis was long and hard and hot and wet. And it pressed up 
against Sally Jean's thigh as he leaned against her-only inches away from 
the gaping opening of her cunt. 

Sally Jean ducked her head and looked back between her thighs and gasped. 

What she saw were his two fingers, glistening with her pussy juice, rotating 
around and around in her excited flesh hole. He plunged them in and out of 
her snatch in a slow rhythm that set her teeth on edge and made her push 
back harder with her butt. 

"Faster, Tony," she ordered. She shoved against his fingers with her twat. 

His body pressed against hers and she saw his cock laying against the inside 
of her thigh, pushing against the bottom of her gently rounded lower belly. 

Suddenly Sally was excited. She could see everything from this angle. 
Everything. "Stick your cock in me, Tony," she said breathlessly. "Do it 
now, baby. I want to watch." 

"Okay, but I want you to lick it first." Tony left off finger fucking her 
and walked around to the front of the chair. He offered her his cock like an 
all-day sucker. 

"All right, all right," Sally said excitedly. She felt so empty she'd have 
done anything to get her brother's cock in her cunt at the moment. Damn, she 
thought to herself, when will he ever get tired of having his stick licked? 
I just sucked him off and he wants it again. Sally Jean shook her head as 
she considered the insatiability of boys-her brother in particular. But she 
did it. She stuck out her tongue and gave him a quick wash job. Only her 
heart wasn't in it. At the moment it was between her legs where she 
desperately wanted her brother's penis. Where she was going to get his cock 
or else. 

Tony didn't seem to mind her reluctance, though. The soft touch of her lips 
revitalized his penis. It stiffened and jabbed demandingly between Sally's 
lips and into her hot mouth. She couldn't help letting it in and then 
sucking gently on it. Even if she was reluctant, she had to admit that the 
taste was good-she liked that part of giving her brother a head job. 

It helped, too, when he slid his hand under her body and began to fondle her 
tits. They were electric from hanging down from her chest. Her nipples and 
the surrounding red was goose bumped, rough. She was twice as sensitive as 
she normally would be. 

"Mmmmmphhh," she moaned around her mouthful of cock. She swirled her tongue 
over the rounded end of his penis and tried to draw his cock juice out the 
little hole. 

Tony began humping his hips and banging his balls against her lips. He was 
in a state of high excitement and his hands cupped themselves around Sally's 
head. 

Suddenly he stopped and quivered. His trembling cock in Sally's mouth was 
losing drops of his precious fluid and he fought to hold back the surge that 
would surely drain him. 

He sighed and Sally gingerly eased her lips from around his swollen staff. 

"Quick," she begged. "Stick it up my cunt, Tony. Please. Please." 

He looked at her as if surprised that she would plead with him to get 
fucked. But he was pleased, too. His eyes sparkled. He was making his sister 
grovel to get what he wanted to give her, and it was a wonderful feeling of 
power. 

For the longest time, Tony stood behind Sally Jean, his hands hot on her 
uptilted buttocks. She felt him there and quivered with suppressed 
excitement. Electric thrills ran through her and she lowered her head and 
looked back past her hanging breasts at her spread thighs. Even the soft 
flesh between her thighs was quivering as she saw what she was looking for: 
Tony's large, rotund, moist penis moving nearer and nearer toward her sex 
slot. 

Her cunt was swollen. The lips were distended and stood out clearly from her 
crotch as if begging for Tony's pecker. Her clitoris, normally a small, 
neutral bulge at the head of her slit, was a swollen, fiery red nubbin- 
demanding special attention. 

And then, even as Sally watched, Tony was rubbing the swollen glans of his 
penis against that very slit. It slid easily, lubricated by his own sex 
juice leaking from the end. 

Sally Jean started when she realized she was leaking too. A dribble of clear 
fluid had edged from her closed pussy lips and was streaking its way down 
the inside of her thigh. It was a ticklish feeling, itchy and uncertain. 

"Hurry, Tony," she murmured. He was driving her crazy, he was taking so 
long. 

Tony slowly worked his cock between her spread thighs. He centered the 
swollen head between his sister's swollen, distended cunt lips and almost 
sighed with pleasure as he felt the hot lips slide greasily around his prick 
head. It felt terrific. 

"Aaaaahhhh," Sally Jean said softly. She felt wonderfully squishy as his 
cock penetrated up into her aching vagina. Her eyes were entranced by the 
slippery look of Tony's penis grooving up into her hole. She could hardly 
believe what she was seeing. 

It looked to Sally Jean as if Tony was punching a hole in her. His cock had 
started out pressing against a small indentation, but as he pushed, more and 
more of his penis slipped up inside her, widening the hole to take his 
whole, enormous width. 

At the same time she had FELT it. His cock pushing up into her cunt hadn't 
felt as big as it looked, but it had still felt tremendous. Her pussy lips 
tingled with the sensation of his penis filling her, splitting her, tearing 
her open. 

And then, as she watched his limber cock jabbing in and out in swift, savage 
pistoning motions, she really was turned on. Her insides were one scalding 
flame of feeling. His cock running into her filled her with fire and 
pleasure. His pelvis slapping hard against her buttocks sent thrills 
shooting through her body His balls swinging wildly at the end of his stroke 
to strike her extended clitoris were peons of joy. 

"More," she moaned throatily. "More, more, more, more...." 

Tony heard her and redoubled his efforts. He thrust into her harder and 
harder each time, using his cock like a spear intended to wound her, to 
subdue her. 

But each time he drove it to the sheath in his sister's aching twat, she was 
able to unsheath it and twist it in her cunt with an expert motion of her 
hips. 

"Faster," she grunted between clenched teeth. "Fuck me faster." 

Tony was trying. He held on to his sister's gyrating ass and drove his cock 
in as fast as he could. But it felt like she was skinning him with her cunt, 
stripping his cock bare. Harder. Harder he drove his purplish knob into her 
crack. HARDER. 

He was coming. He didn't want to. His pecker was swelling, filling with the 
strange heat of his semen rising through his constricted penis tube. 

Sally seemed to sense his moment. She heaved her ass backwards, impaling her 
cunt on his oscillating penis again and again. She was so close to orgasm 
she didn't want him to stop. Not yet. 

"Aaaaghhh," Tony groaned. He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed his 
sister's sweet, rounded ass with his fingers and squeezed. He dug into her 
buttocks and yanked her back onto his prick so he could feed it into her, so 
he could pump his hot, white juice up her straining cunt while he yelled 
with fierce joy. 

The pain from his gripping fingertips lanced through Sally Jean's body. She 
quivered in the throes of orgasm and strained back, settling her cunt over 
the very roots of his penis and trying to swallow his balls as well. 

It wasn't pain anymore. It was like electricity shooting through her body, 
igniting the explosive power of her hoarded sex. 

"Fuck," Sally cried in a long, drawn-out wail. "Fuuuuuuccccckkkkk." 

And then she was collapsing, her insides a molten mass of feeling and 
tingling and eruptions that seemed to tear her apart into a million 
fragments.... 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

When their father dropped them off at the farm and told Uncle Jack to treat 
them just like his own kids, Tony and Sally Jean exchanged worried glances. 
Uncle Jack wasn't noted for his soft-handed treatment with anybody, much 
less his own children. 

However, the initial trepidation dissipated in a few minutes as they renewed 
acquaintances with Uncle Jack's three boys. 

Wilbur was the oldest. Sixteen, he was almost six feet tall and as heavily 
muscled as a farm hand-which he was whenever his father caught him doing 
nothing else. He had light brown hair bleached on the ends from being out in 
the sun most of the time. His eyebrows were twisty and while Sally Jean 
remembered him from their last stay at the farm, she had to admit he was a 
lot different. In fact, when she looked at him she got a strange thrill in 
her body. One that didn't just go away. 

"Come on," Wilbur said, "we'll take you on a tour of the farm, in case you 
don't remember it too well. It helps to know where everything is around 
here." 

"I'll bet," Tony said under his breath. He didn't have any illusions. 

Neither did Sally. "You four go ahead," she said. "I'm going to help Aunt 
Martha in the kitchen for a while." Sally Jean had an ulterior motive, 
however. Aunt Martha was as old fashioned as her husband-though she was a 
very sweet person. But Sally knew that if she didn't at least appear to be 
interested in the kitchen and cooking and cleaning-the way Aunt Martha spent 
most of her life-her aunt would be seriously worried about her femininity. 
And Sally knew as well that only Aunt Martha could temper her husband's 
sometimes stern and usually unrelenting decisions about discipline. 

But then, when she walked into the kitchen with Aunt Martha and thought, I 
wonder when Aunt Martha got her first piece of ass? she broke into an insane 
giggle. 

"Land sakes, child," Aunt Martha said. "Land sakes...." She patted the laugh 
sttuck girl on the back and worried about her health and reactions. 

What she didn't know was that Sally Jean was laughing because she couldn't 
imagine her rotund and rosy-cheeked aunt doing anything as sinfully 
interesting as fucking. She supposed Aunt Martha liked it once in a while- 
after all, there were the three boys. But thinking of her with her short, 
fat legs wrapped around some man's waist while he rode his cock into her 
depths seemed ludicrous. Sally Jean just couldn't visualize that happening 
somehow. Aunt Martha's children had to be an example of immaculate 
conception. 

Sally Jean had the almost irrational thought that she should ask Aunt Martha 
what was happening-where the action was-on the farm. But then Aunt Martha 
wouldn't understand. No more than if Sally admitted that she was getting all 
of her fucking from her brother. 

Aunt Martha bustled around the kitchen and showed Sally Jean where 
everything was. And then she said, "Land sakes, child. Why don't you get out 
there with your brother and Wilbur and the boys and have a good time. This 
is your first day here and you're acting like you've been sold into slavery. 
Why we love to have you here and you're guests. Don't go thinking you have 
to earn your way. And don't listen to old thick-headed Jack. He's got a 
pretty bad bark, but I've taken all the teeth out of his bite." And Aunt 
Martha winked as if she'd told Sally Jean a particularly good joke. 

Leaving the kitchen, Sally Jean decided that Aunt Martha didn't know Uncle 
Jack half as much as she let on she did. Anyway, she was free for the day. 

Walking across the barnyard between the barn and the house looking for the 
boys, it occurred to her that Aunt Martha had referred to Wilbur as if he 
wasn't a boy anymore. As if he was somehow special. Sally shrugged. He was 
older. And for some reason he had impressed Sally Jean more than the others 
... but she knew she shouldn't be thinking thoughts like that. Yet, she 
couldn't help imagining her cousin in bed with her, his lips on her tits, 
his hard penis searching out the entrance to her slithery wet twat. 

"Hey, Sally Jean. Over here." 

Sally was interrupted from her revery by one of the boys standing in the 
barn waving at her and calling. She changed direction and a Rhode Island Red 
cackled indignantly as Sally Jean almost stepped on her. 

The chicken had stopped running and was settling down to a simmering outrage 
by the time Sally stepped into the cool shadow cast by the big barn doorway. 
She remembered the hen's outraged red comb standing straight up and a 
rooster sort of sauntering the hen's way as she went into the barn and 
smelled the odor of straw and cows filling her nostrils. 

For a moment, she was curious. She wondered if the chickens were going to 
fuck. But then she was inside the barn and she figured she'd get lots of 
other chances to see a rooster service a hen. It was the sort of thing that 
happened all the time around a farm. 

"Hey, Sally Jean," Tony said, "we're going up in the hayloft and we were 
waiting to see if you wanted to go too." 

Sally looked at him as if to ask him how silly he could be. What could she 
possibly want in the hayloft? She was even going to ask him that question. 

And then Sally Jean became aware of the tension in the air. Wilbur with his 
sad and quizzical look and the other two boys stared at her expectantly. As 
if waiting. 

"Sure," she said. "Why not? You've got to see the hayloft once." 

One of the younger cousins giggled and Sally Jean knew she was right in 
suspecting the boys were up to something. But it was all right with her. She 
knew she could handle them. She smiled at them and asked, "Where is it?" 

Wilbur pointed to a straight wooden slat ladder going up to a hole in the 
high ceiling. Straw fringed the hole and Sally had dim memories of being up 
there before, the last time she'd been on the farm. "Who's first up the 
ladder." 

"Ladies first," Tony said gallantly. He waved at the ladder and stepped 
aside. 

It wasn't until she was up a couple of rungs that Sally Jean remembered she 
was wearing a short skirt that flared out from her hips. She looked down and 
as she suspected the four boys were gathered around the base of the ladder 
expectantly. 

Well, she thought, it wouldn't hurt anything. She went up a little higher. 

The boys craned their necks and stared up. Sally Jean felt a pink flush 
start on her legs and go up her body. It was obvious they were looking up 
her skirt and had a perfect view of her naked thighs and the way her panties 
clasped her pussy in a snug grip. 

The ladder shook and then in a moment one of the boys was climbing up the 
other side and his head was inches below the hem of her skirt and he was 
looking up. 

Sally Jean climbed. There was nothing else to do. There was a boy behind her 
on the ladder and the one on the other side and she couldn't go down. 
Besides she didn't care if they looked up her skirt. Boys, she knew, were 
always going to be boys and she wasn't against them getting a cheap thrill. 

She went up a little higher and her head was in the hayloft. It was darker 
up there, and warmer. The air was musty heavy with the sweet smell of straw 
curing away from the sun. She was about to go up further when she felt the 
bump of warm flesh against her butt. And then there was a warm kiss on her 
buttock where her plump behind made a crease on her thigh. It sent a thrill 
shooting through her body and she suddenly knew what she was going to be 
doing with the boys up there. She stayed perfectly still, poised on the high 
ladder with her legs spread open, her feet hooked on different rungs of the 
ladder. 

The boy whose head was under her skirt moved his face an inch and Sally 
suddenly shivered as he made contact with her quivering pussy. The touch of 
his lips on her cunt released a deluge of moisture. It seemed to pour out of 
her, staining her panties. 

Sally Jean was embarrassed. She knew the boy kissing her sex was suddenly 
being bombarded with the thick, musky odor of her sex. His nose was 
practically pressing in her box and his hands were caressing her legs and 
thighs and sliding up around her sex. 

Sally Jean was tense. His fingers were closer to her slit and she expected 
any moment that the boy would snatch her panties off and maybe plant his 
tongue full depth into her quivering quim. 

But he didn't. The hot hand caressed her butt and then gave her a hard shove 
on her behind and boosted her unceremoniously up into the hayloft. 

Scrambling away from the square opening cut into the floor of the hayloft, 
Sally wasn't surprised to see that it was her smart-ass brother scrambling 
up after her. She smoothed her gingerbread skirt over her thighs and stared 
at him. "What was that all about?" she asked. Her tone was as sarcastic as 
she could make it. 

"Nothing. Come on, Sis, be a sport." He turned and started to haul the next 
boy up into the loft. But he didn't turn fast enough that Sally Jean 
couldn't see the huge bulge in the front of his pants and the lust in his 
hot, little eyes. 

She knew that that look meant that she was going to get fucked. Good. 

She trembled all over and knew that she wanted it to happen. And she didn't 
know if she could wait until they were alone before she encouraged him to 
get with it. 

"Be a sport about what?" she demanded. She eyed him suspiciously. 

"Aw, Sis, you know," Tony said, trying desperately to hedge. He hauled 
Wilbur up into the loft and was giving the last cousin a hand. She tried to 
remember the boy's name, but couldn't. It didn't really matter. She'd learn 
it. They'd be there long enough. 

"I know what?" 

"I promised the guys. You know. I told them we'd show them how to fuck." 

Sally's eyes bulged and she looked around at the boys. And for once she was 
speechless. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Sally let Tony push her back into the pile of clean, yellow straw. And then 
she didn't protest when he pulled her panties down her legs and left her 
pussy bare. 

The three boys, her cousins, watched tensely but silently as Tony began the 
preliminaries to screwing his sister. The thing they all had in common was a 
bulge in the front of their blue jeans and hot, shiny eyes. Sally Jean 
realized they had never watched anyone screw before. Well, they were even. 
It was the first time she'd been watched. 

As Tony tucked her skirt up around her waist, the prickly straw pressed into 
Sally Jean's waist flesh. It was itchy where it jabbed into her. 
Particularly around her buttocks and pussy where her thighs were 
particularly sensitive. She squirmed and felt the pricks of the stiff straws 
biting her. Strangely, the feeling turned her on. 

Tony opened her blouse and Sally arched her back to help him. The cool air 
blowing through the loft cooled them. But not enough to reduce the swelling 
of her tits. They were fat and succulent even without Tony's help. Her 
nipples were swollen like figs and the boy lowered his head and began 
noisily to suck one. 

Sally's breast responded by hardening. Her nipple was stiff in his mouth and 
dueled with his tongue and then he switched breasts and nipples and the 
battle started all over again. Sally was panting. She felt like she was 
being sucked right out through her nipple into her brother's mouth. She was 
being turned inside out and filled with a warm, smooth feeling. And then his 
mouth left her tits and she was sinking back into the straw, the individual 
pieces prickling her naked back. Her cousins moved closer for a better look. 

Tony raised his head and began to strip his clothes off until he was naked. 

Sally Jean figured she might as well help. Squirming in the straw, she 
unfastened her skirt and drew it off and threw it aside. When her butt 
settled back into the straw, it was like a thousand ants were crawling over 
her crotch. She didn't mind, though. It was a feeling that was superheating 
her crotch. Turning her sex center into an inferno. 

And then Tony was kneeling over her, his magnificent penis waving in the air 
where she could reach up and begin stroking it with wordless admiration. 

Tony stroked her breasts. They didn't have to say anything. Sally Jean could 
see the hard bulges in the front of her cousins' Levi's and she determined 
to give them something to remember. 

Gently she rose up and kissed the end of Tony's cock without being asked. 
And then she was swallowing his penis into her mouth, her hot lips circling 
it and drawing it in. 

At the same time, she put a hand on one of her breasts and cupped it, 
showing the stiff nipple between her fingers. Then she was manipulating 
that, too. She squeezed and mauled it and felt the pleasure starting in her 
breasts and spreading to her mouth and pussy. She squirmed her behind in the 
straw and enjoyed the feel of Tony's cock fucking her mouth. It was like it 
was plunging in a second vagina and she even regretted it when her brother 
pulled his saliva wet pecker out of her mouth and he sat back and smiled at 
her. 

Sally Jean smiled at him and lay down on the straw and spread her legs, 
showing the hair covered slot of her pussy. Then, when Tony positioned 
himself over her, she guided his cock, still wet from her mouth, down to the 
groove in her crotch. 

He didn't hit her hole straight at first and Sally had to repoint it with 
her fist and then Tony leaned forward and it slid in her sex pocket to the 
balls like it was greased. He smiled as Sally moaned and squirmed while her 
pussy grew accustomed to being spread wide open. And then, after a few 
heated moments, Tony began to fuck her in earnest, stroke after hard stroke. 
He was really ringing her bells for her. 

Sally forgot about everything except the thrust, thrust, thrust of his penis 
in her pussy and the long, sensational withdrawals. From the corner of her 
eye, she noticed that Billy, the youngest of her cousins, had his penis out 
and was stroking it desperately in cadence to the easy rhythm she had with 
her brother. 

"Harder," she breathed in Tony's ear. She stuck her tongue in his ear and 
wiggled it around and Tony drove his hips down with violent force filling 
her with his stiff meat. 

She raised her hips to meet his thrusts. She was the anvil for his hammer. 
She was being beaten out and the harder Tony tore into her hole the more 
Sally Jean licked it. 

Forgotten were the other boys. She arched her back, opening her hole to his 
thrusts. "More," she moaned, "fuck me more, Tony. Harder. FASTER." 

Her voice raised to a screech as she drove her hole down on his nail. She 
was loving it and he pounded his hips into her bottom. She raised her legs 
and wrapped them around her brother's waist and rode him as hard as she 
could, rejoicing in the wet feel of his cock sliding up her channel and 
plunging against her womb. 

Suddenly he was pounding her apart and Sally knew she was about to come. 

"Aiiissseeee," she screamed, announcing that it was happening. 

Her asshole clenched and unclenched in sympathy to the pounding of his peter 
into her defenseless cunt. He was jazzing her furiously and Billy was 
pounding his fist up and down on his cock in time to their movements. 

Sally Jean fixed her eyes on Billy's penis and the way his hand gripped the 
soft skin around it and pumped it up and down. She visualized Tony's cock in 
her doing the same thing and it was too much for her. Her butt heaved high 
into the air and ground against Tony's body and milked his cock into her 
ravenous cunt. 

Tony cried out hoarsely and began to squirt with fire hose force inside her 
twat. 

At the same time, Billy's fist tightened around his own penis and the head 
turned purple and swelled and he seemed to be holding his breath as he held 
his pecker. 

And then he let go and his cum was shooting in spurts at the roof. 

Even as her vagina writhed around the hot flow of Tony's jism in her cunt, 
Sally stared at her cousin's copious outflow and imagined her lips on his 
penis sipping down his hard flowing load and it made her feel warm and 
contented. 

She jerked and twitched until she felt Tony's peter soften and start to pull 
out of her cunt and then she clamped down with her battered cunt muscles and 
tried to strip it dry. 

"Well," Tony said proudly when he was out. "That's the way to do it." 

"Hey, that was great," the boy whose name Sally didn't know said. He leaned 
over and looked into her red-tinted cunt and looked respectfully at the 
white cum seeping out from between her tight, soft pussy lips. "Can I be 
next?" 

Sally stared up at him and was seized with a sudden dreadful thought. What 
had Tony promised his cousins they were going to do in the hayloft? She 
didn't have to wait long to find out. It wasn't being kept as a deep, dark 
secret from anyone. 

"Sure, Frank," Tony said generously. "Go ahead and be my guest." 

Before Frank stripped off his clothes and got between her legs, Sally 
thought sarcastically about Tony saying, be my guest. MY GUEST! She was 
enraged beyond belief. It was her cunt Frank was going to crawl on and Tony 
was inviting them to use her like his personal car. She was going to get 
even. Whatever it took, Sally knew that. 

By that time, Frank was in position. That's when the idea seized her. 

"Before you do that, you've got to eat me out," Sally said sweetly. 

"What?" Frank shook his head and stared at her as if he didn't comprehend 
what she was saying. And that couldn't have been the case, because Sally was 
sure she had said it very clearly to the boy. 

"You have to suck my snatch, first," Sally said, repeating herself for his 
benefit. 

Frank looked stunned. He was a solidly built fifteen-year-old and with his 
shirt and pants off he looked like a model out of one of the muscle 
magazines that Sally liked. 

"What do you mean?" He asked at last. He stared in fascination between Sally 
Jean's spread legs. He licked his lips as he stared at her oozy cunt. 

"I mean," Sally patiently explained again, "that you've got to go down on me 
first." 

"I don't know," Frank said. He looked uncertainly at her pussy for a long 
time. 

"Go on, Frank," Wilbur said quietly. "It's only fair. You want to dip your 
wick in her pussy so you might as well clean it out first." There was the 
flat tone of an indisputable statement in Wilbur's voice and it was obvious 
hat neither Frank nor Billy were in the habit f disagreeing seriously with 
what Wilbur had ) say. 

"All right, Wilbur. If you say so," Frank lid. He gulped and got ready for 
his first fluff dive. He didn't look happy about it. He couldn't forget that 
the cream he was going to be lapping belonged to Tony. He licked his lips 
again and he was ready. 

Sally was ready, too. She was willing to let him fuck her. But this was 
going to work out better than it had looked at first. Smiling, she lifted 
her hips and used her fingertips to spread her pussy lips. Even that felt 
good at that particular moment. 

Frank gulped and closed his eyes and dived for her fragrant snatch. 

His lips skidded down the inside of her thigh. And then his hands were on 
her legs and his mouth slipped to the apex of her thighs and Frank didn't 
have any more excuses. His tongue flicked out and Sally Jean sighed as she 
felt it driving deep into her hot gash. Tony hadn't meant to do her any 
special favors, but feeling Frank's tongue stroking in and out of her semen 
filled hole was a super one to Sally. 

"Oooooooooo, don't stop, Frank," Sally Jean wailed. "Keep your tongue 
working. Swirl it around in there, baby. That's the way. TONGUE FUCK 
MEEEEEEE." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Frank's tongue had driven up Sally Jean's twat like a spike. She was impaled 
on it and writhing gloriously. It felt wonderful rutting around in her twat. 
She clenched down with her vaginal lips and was rewarded with his tongue 
skittering around as she practically forced it out of her sex hole. She 
rolled her hips and Frank's nose bumped her clitoris. 

Around Frank, Wilbur and Billy and Tony watched in fascinated silence. Even 
Tony had never watched another boy eat his sister's twat. But now that he 
knew how easy it was to get cooperation from guys with the promise of a 
little pussy, he was pretty sure he was going to see a lot more of it going 
on. He was positive of that. 

Frank was really pouring it to Sally Jean. Once the boy got used to the idea 
of having his tongue in her slimy cunt, he began to enjoy it. 

The fragrance that drifted up from Sally Jean's slot was enough to turn him 
on by itself. He'd only smelled that odor at school on a particularly hot 
day once before and he still remembered how it excited him. And now he was 
able to bury his tongue in his pretty cousin's snatch. And he really liked 
the way her hot, firm pussy lips gripped his tongue and alternately tried to 
push it out and suck it in. 

In and out, faster and faster Frank lapped at Sally Jean's box. His nose 
sttuck against her swollen and excited clitoris and started tremers of 
excitement racing through her body. They transferred to Frank's body by 
touch and he could feel the electric excitement racing inside him, erecting 
his cock like it had never been pulled up before. 

"That's the way, Frank," Sally Jean called excitedly. "Now fuck me. Stick 
that beautiful cock up my cunt and fuck me until I'm blue." 

Frank wasn't all that good. Sally Jean had to admit even Tony did a better 
job of lapping her cunt. But he had turned her on and she was ready to fuck 
him. Particularly in front of his two brothers. Just the knowledge that they 
were looking on while the boy sucked her cunt clean increased the pleasure 
that surged through her body from the fellation. 

But she knew she was going to enjoy the fucking, too. Frank crawled up her 
body awkwardly and Sally Jean knew she had a virgin. 

Tenderly she caught his bobbing prick in her hand and guided it to the hot 
split between her legs and led it into her pussy and cried out when Frank 
managed to jab it full length into her cunt. He was tickling her womb with 
it and she realized he was longer than Tony. 

As awkwardly as he had jabbed into her hole, Frank began the rhythm of 
drawing his cock out of her and thrusting it back in. Each thrust was rough 
and rasping against Sally Jean's tight cunt lips. And good feeling. She 
loved it and responded frantically. 

Faster and faster they smashed their bodies together driving Frank's pecker 
full length up her twat. And with each thrust he became more proficient. 

"Uh, uh, uh," Sally panted as she caught the rhythm and then raised her hips 
to catch his tribute in her bull's eye. She groaned and squealed and showed 
how much she enjoyed being sucked by her cousin and the excitement became 
too much for him and he plunged hard against her crying, "I'm going to 
shoot. I'm going to cum." 

He was right and in a moment Sally felt her insides flooded with the 
continuous flow of his hot juice as it filled her cunt and ran over and 
seeped out on the straw. 

She twitched her hips and her pussy sucked at his cock, drawing out the last 
of his juice. But Frank didn't care anymore. He had collapsed on Sally Jean 
like a wet rag. His hand idly stroked her hard, pulsing tit. But it was 
obvious his mind was on the penis he had stuffed up her slot. He was 
enjoying it too much to stop now and he began licking her tits with more 
energy than knowledge. 

"Stop it, baby," Sally gasped. "That tickles." And then she laughed and 
writhed to prove it. "Stop it. You've had your turn and it's somebody else's 
now." 

His face was twisted in a grimace of disappointment, but Frank got up. 
"Maybe later," he said hopefully. His eyes were hungry on Sally's hot body 
and the fuck hole he had left, but hoped he could get back into later. His 
cock was only half limp and it was obvious that Frank was more than willing 
to fuck a lot longer if he could get away with it. 

Sally Jean's pussy was getting a little sore and the straw pricking her skin 
was starting to irritate her. She figured it was best to get it over with as 
fast as she could. "Come on," she said and guided Billy between her legs and 
felt his small but perfectly formed penis slide into her cunt. She opened 
her mouth and kissed him hungrily on the lips. And then her tongue had 
slipped into her youngest cousin's mouth and was duelling with his tongue, 
playing with it and touching it and inflaming the boy until he couldn't hold 
still. 

But that was the idea. As he squirmed and threshed on her body his penis 
twisted and tore at Sally Jean's clutching cunt. She humped her ass and 
Billy humped back and Sally Jean was caught up in the same stroke and pull 
out rhythm she'd had with Frank. The kids didn't look alike, but they fucked 
alike and it wasn't long before Billy was humping her like an old pro. 

The boy was shorter than she was and she gently pushed his head down her 
chest until his mouth was centered on one of her swollen, tender nipples. As 
he sucked and warmed her breasts with his mouth, she gestured at Wilbur. 

The oldest boy approached her self-consciously. He was still wearing his 
clothes and it was only at Tony and Frank's prodding that he took off his 
shirt and pants. 

Although Sally Jean was floating in a haze of sexual feeling from the things 
Billy was doing to her, she gasped as she saw Wilbur's prick. It was extra 
long and thick and stuck out as hard as an iron bar in front of him. Just 
looking at it made her want to grasp it with her hands and cram it up her 
cunt and fuck herself silly on it. 

But her cunt was full and when Sally reached out and stroked it and it 
pointed up even harder she couldn't resist. Even while Billy was plowing her 
furrow with his small pecker, Sally had Wilbur's penis stuck in her 
avaricious mouth. 

She writhed under Billy's frenzied sexual assault. The boy was wild with the 
wonderful sensation of fucking a woman, of plunging his penis in her rubbery 
sex tube and stroking her cunt with his pecker and feeling it slither around 
in her greasy slot. 

Sally Jean's mouth worked around the big lump of Wilbur's cock. Tenderly she 
bit the tip and then stroked it with her tongue. Harder and harder she 
mauled it and still Wilbur seemed content to let it rest in her mouth. She 
could tell he was excited. His penis was throbbing like mad. He just wasn't 
showing it. 

Sally's one hand curled around Billy's buttock and helped pound his cock 
into her hole as her other hand carefully wrapped around Wilbur's huge 
pecker. 

Looking up into her cousin's somber eyes, Sally Jean started masturbating 
Wilbur's thick penis the way Billy had masturbated his. The difference was 
that the end was in her sucking, sliding mouth and Wilbur was getting a 
double workout. 

The boy couldn't resist for long and suddenly he was heaving back and forth 
in the throes of his approaching orgasm. 

Billy was still pounding into her twat and Sally remembered he'd already 
jacked off once. Her hand curled around his soft buttock and jammed a finger 
in his exposed ass and suddenly Billy was flying to catch up. He was afire 
with sexual feeling. It was like she was pushing his lead out of his penis 
pencil with her finger. But it didn't much matter. The fact was that he was 
going to come. He couldn't help himself and he pounded as hard as he could 
into Sally Jean's accommodating cunt. 

At the same time, the boy's teeth clamped down on her swollen nipple and a 
fresh wave of feeling swept through Sally Jean. Not for the first time, it 
seemed to her that her mouth was a second cunt receiving the pleasure from 
Wilbur's cock that her cunt was missing. Her lips clung with special feeling 
to Wilbur's prick as he plowed it into her mouth and then he trapped her 
head in his hands as he shot off in devastating spurts into her mouth and 
throat while she gulped down his semen in a desperate attempt not to drown. 

Billy had gone rigid on her soft body and his cock was spurting too, pouring 
his juice into his pretty cousin's cunt. He kissed her breast tenderly. 

Sally Jean was afloat with sexual feeling. The steady pumping of Wilbur's 
come in her mouth and Billy's flooding her cunt seemed like two forest fires 
coming together. One swept up her body from her cunt. The other worked down 
her body with incredible intensity until they met in a fast burning 
explosion of feeling. 

Sally Jean felt her head reel and even after Billy had pulled out of her 
cunt, she was still dizzy and she stroked Wilbur's beautiful pecker even as 
he tried to take it away. 

"I'm sorry," he said humbly. His eyes were sheepdog sad. 

"What for?" Sally Jean asked. "That was beautiful, lover...." 

"For ... for holding you and shooting into your mouth. I ... I just couldn't 
help it." 

Sally Jean wanted to laugh, to tell him how much she loved it. But Wilbur 
suddenly pulled on his clothes and scrambled out of the hayloft. Sally Jean 
stared after him with sad and troubled eyes. She tried to push Billy off so 
she could scramble after Wilbur. But it took a few minutes and then a few 
more while Billy and Frank apologetically wiped the semen off her thighs and 
handed her clothes and snuck a few sneaky feels that made Sally feel even 
more like a woman. 

She knew that Wilbur would be all right. He was a boy, after all. And she 
knew something like what he was thinking about was no problem for a boy. In 
a little while he'd be just as horny as ever. That's what she was sure of. 
She hoped. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

When they climbed down from the hayloft, Frank was careful to brush off the 
straw that clung to Sally Jean's slightly rumpled dress. His hand took the 
opportunity, too, of caressing her buttocks and slipping between her thighs 
and feeling her puffy crotch. 

Then they sort of split up, the two cousins together and Sally walking with 
Tony. 

"That was dirty, Tony," she hissed at him between her teeth. 

Her brother shrugged. "You wanted a good fucking, Sis, and I arranged for it 
was all. You should be thanking me instead of giving me a load of crap for 
it." 

"Never mind about my thanking you, fink." She glared at him but by then they 
were at the house and Sally had to keep her mouth closed. She couldn't 
afford to give Aunt Martha the feeling that everything wasn't all right 
between her and Tony. Aunt Martha would never understand. But she'd try to, 
and that was worse than if she did. 

She didn't have much time to think about that, or Wilbur, then. Because at 
that moment her Uncle Jack came into the house and things changed a whole 
lot. 

Uncle Jack was a leaner, drier version of her own father. But Sally always 
thought of him as belt leather and castor oil. And this time was no 
exception. With barely a kind word, he reassigned chores. Tony was appalled. 
He was going to help Frank dig a two hundred yard sewer line right through 
the barnyard. It was going to take at least a couple of days of steady 
callouses to get it right. And Uncle Jack always wanted things right. 

Sally Jean was going to help Aunt Martha with meals. She wasn't surprised at 
that and when Uncle Jack threw in a moping and scrubbing chore of doing the 
rooms for her and Tony she wasn't overjoyed. But she wasn't too surprised, 
either. Uncle Jack believed firmly in the adage that idle hands find devil's 
play. 

Sally almost tittered. She couldn't help it. She wondered what Uncle Jack 
would call what they'd been doing in the hayloft. She was sure he wouldn't 
think it had been the prelude to a church social and she did worry a little 
that he might catch on. 

Particularly now that Sally had decided that she was going to fuck Wilbur 
Benchly half to death if it took the whole summer to do it. And even if she 
had to screw the other two cousins into exhaustion every night just to keep 
them quiet. 

And, she added to herself, to hell with brother Tony, the fucking rat fink. 

It seemed like the days flew by before Sally and Tony and their cousins had 
a break from the routine. Wilbur, Frank and Billy were used to the schedules 
their father shoved at them. But Tony couldn't stop muttering through his 
teeth. He was bent well out of shape. 

The sewer line was finally done early that day and Frank came into the 
kitchen hot and sweaty from laboring under the June sun and said to Sally 
Jean, "You want to go swimming?" 

She didn't have to be asked twice. Without needing any encouragement from 
Aunt Martha, though she got it, Sally Jean was dashing upstairs to get her 
swim suit. 

She met the others at the barn where they were getting the horses. They had 
three big farm animals, not much for looks or speed, but sturdy as brick 
houses. 

"Come on," Frank said eagerly. He held his hand down from the horse and 
indicated Sally Jean should take it so she could ride with him. "We're going 
to the swimming hole." 

Looking around, Sally Jean saw Wilbur sitting his horse morosely off by 
himself and she didn't have that much choice. Billy was sharing his with 
Tony. 

"Okay," Sally Jean said. She took his hand and was hoisted up behind Frank. 
They didn't have saddles and her legs had to stretch incredibly wide to 
straddle the horse's barrel. On top of that, she slid down against Frank so 
that her breasts in the soft cups of her bathing suit mashed against his 
back as did her soft, lower belly. 

Laughing and shouting, like cowboys on vacation, the five of them wheeled 
out of the farmyard. And as they galloped clumsily past the house, Sally 
noticed their Uncle Jack standing on the porch and waving somberly as they 
went by. She wasn't sure, but it was possible that he was grinning. But 
then, it wasn't very likely. 

Sally had to cling to Frank. The horse's canter was-uneven and she wrapped 
her arms around the boy's bare upper body. It wasn't long before her hands 
had started moving. 

First she stroked his pectoral muscles, feeling his little tits. And while 
Frank squirmed she inched her hands down to his waist and the top of his 
swim suit. 

Sally Jean had been sliding back and forth on the fast walking horse and she 
was horny. Her unprotected, naked thighs rubbed back and forth and she 
discovered that nylon was no protection against horsehair. Every time her 
body slipped forward, the horsehair pricked her through her bikini panties. 
And within a few hundred yards of leaving the farmyard, Sally Jean's pussy 
was a mess of itching, prickly feelings. It seemed that her whole pussy 
squirmed and twitsted in an effort to scratch that itch. It didn't help, 
either, that they didn't have saddles. The hard, bony knobs of the horse's 
backbone rubbed enticingly against her slot. There was always one pressed 
firmly against her aching clitoris no matter how she squirmed and moved 
around on the horse's sloping rump. 

When it became unbearable, when all she could think of was resting and 
fucking to get rid of that incredible feeling, Sally Jean slipped her hand 
down the front of her cousin's trunks and wrapped her little hands firmly 
around his long, sweaty pecker. 

As they rode, she felt her hands sliding up and down on it. The skin slipped 
loosely up and down his shaft and after a while Frank was groaning and 
holding the horse to a slow walk while she masturbated him without doing 
anything except hold on. 

"Hey, what's slowing you two down?" Wilbur asked. He had fallen back and 
reined up alongside of Frank and Sally Jean. They were barely moving by that 
time. 

Wordlessly, Frank peeled down his trunks so his brother could see Sally's 
small, white fingers laced around his long, dark prick. It was enough. 
Wilbur suddenly looked older than he really was, nodded understandingly and 
kicked his horse in the ribs and rode off with out asking any more stupid 
questions. 

Frank kicked their horse and it picked up its pace. But so did the movement 
of Sally's fingers on his cock. Besides that, she was squirming her squishy 
cunt against his buttock. She had her hip tilted up and pushed the soft lips 
of her pussy against him. 

Frank tried. He held back desperately. Grimly. They were within yards of the 
pond when he couldn't hold back any longer at all. Sally's hands tightened 
around his penis and that was that. She released one of her hands from his 
pecker and grabbed his balls. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh," Frank sighed loud enough for everybody to hear him and turn 
to look at what was happening. He felt liquid fire running through his 
penis. And then it was free, spurting in huge arcing jets into the air like 
a Greek fountain. 

The three watching boys applauded. 

Frank turned scarlet as he realized everyone was watching him. He couldn't 
wait to pry Sally Jean's hands away from his pants and slid down the bulging 
side of his horse. Sally Jean couldn't wait either. The horsehair prickling 
her pussy was driving her absolutely bananas. As soon as she slid off the 
horse she spread her legs and vigorously rubbed at her swollen pussy. 

"Aaaaahhhh," she sighed with obvious relief as the feeling started going 
away. 

She stopped and looked around and realized that all the boys were watching 
her. Immediately she stopped rubbing herself and said, "Let's get on with 
the swimming." 

Frank looked at his semen splattered trunks and then dropped them around his 
ankles and kicked them off. "We usually go skinny dipping here," he said. 
"It doesn't seem right to be wearing swimming suits." 

"Yeah," the other boys chimed in. They immediately stripped theirs off and 
threw them down and that left Sally Jean surrounded by four grinning, naked 
boys. 

"Come on, Sally," Billy said enthusiastically. "You've got to take yours off 
too." 

He was so cute trying to persuade her that Sally Jean had to grin. His 
youthful innocence was enough to make her do almost anything. But she shook 
her head. "No," she said. "I came out here to swim in swimming suit and 
that's what I'm going to do. Whether you like it or not." She made a face at 
them. 

"She's right," Wilbur said. "It's not for us to force her to do things." 

He really seemed downcast again. Sally Jean looked at him and his big, naked 
pecker projecting out in front of his body. It had started to wilt and she 
guessed her cousin was feeling guilty again for doing the wrong thing. She 
didn't want that to happen. 

"Never mind," she said brightly. "I've changed my mind again...." 

Smiling at all of them, Sally Jean shoved her bikini panties down her thighs 
and stepped daintily out of them. She noticed there was a red rash between 
her legs from the horsehair and that the itch seemed to further leave her 
when the fresh air and sunlight flooded her crotch. She sighed again. She 
had to admit, it really felt good. 

In a moment, she had her hands behind her back and was unsnapping her bikini 
bra and piled that on her panties and she was ready to go swimming in the 
artificial pond. 

The boys were silent as Sally Jean walked down to the still water. She was 
only interested in the pool, a wide place in the creek that the boys had 
dammed up with hundreds of stones they had scrounged from the pasture. The 
result was a fifty foot wide, five or six foot deep pool with the telltale 
green of algae that made it look twice as cool and inviting as a home pool 
polluted with chlorine and chemicals. 

The boys were interested in Sally Jean. As they watched, she stooped over 
and felt the water and hastily backed away, her bare buttocks quivering 
enticingly. 

Sally Jean was something new for her cousins. She was a beautiful girl with 
long, black hair and a pretty face. Her arms and legs and body were long and 
slender, too. She was rounded in all the right places with soft buttocks 
that jiggled and small, but sweet, breasts. They were taut, but still 
quivered enticingly when she walked. 

When she walked out into the water, the boys slowly followed her and when 
she decided it was too cold and backed off, she backed into Wilbur. 

"Oh, excuse me," she said automatically as she felt his hard prick jabbing 
into her rear. And then she turned and saw who it was and smiled and forgot 
how cold the water was. "Why don't you show me where the best place to swim 
is?" she asked him warmly. 

Sally Jean put her hand on Wilbur's penis and stroked it almost 
unconsciously. The closer she was to it, the more she wanted it in her. The 
more she wanted to make love to it and feel it responding to the soft 
sucking of her pussy. 

Wilbur smiled shyly and showed her where the water covered the bank and they 
waded out a ways and then he jumped off into five feet of chilly creek 
water. 

Sally followed him and as she felt the cold water creeping up her thighs and 
swirling around her pussy and then over her breasts, she cried out with 
shock. 

But in a moment, Wilbur's arms were around her and she was being pressed 
against his warm chest and she forgot about the coldness of the water as she 
stood hugged together with the water up to his upper chest and to her neck. 
"Wilbur," she said simply, "When are you going to fuck me?" 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

It was like in a dream. Wilbur's hands caressed her back and breasts and 
Sally Jean was filled with an inner warmth that dispelled anything 
outside-like the chilly creek. She moaned when he stroked her between the 
legs and she hung on to his neck and spread her thighs and floated as his 
finger worked into her tight slit and up her straining pussy. 

Finally, Wilbur caught her buttocks in his hands and pulled her to him. She 
wrapped her legs around his waist and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips 
as she began to slide her slippery pussy against the hard, upright shaft of 
her cousin's cock. 

Wilbur was panting harder and he lifted with his fingertips, stroking her 
heated vagina, and then when she was poised over the long pinnacle of his 
penis he let her down slowly. 

Sally Jean cried out. "Uh, uh, uh, uh...." She couldn't help it. His blunt 
pecker was spreading her open in a devastating way calculated to fuck her to 
death. She was sliding weightlessly down his pole, feeling it cram up inside 
her cunt, filling her. And that was heavenly and when she squirmed her ass 
it felt even better. 

Deeper and deeper it sank into her pussy until Sally Jean was close to 
fainting. It was further in her than any cock had ever been before and she 
clung to her cousin Wilbur's neck and breathed faintly, "I love you, 
darling." 

Then her lips mashed against Wilbur's and she slid her hungry tongue in his 
mouth even as he started to raise and lower her with his hands and run his 
throbbing pecker in and out of her slot. It felt good. So damn good that 
Sally Jean didn't want it to stop, ever. 

She sighed and exhaled noisily and squeezed her twat hard around her 
cousin's sinfully beautiful boner. She helped him rub her soft nipples 
against his hairy chest and leaned back feeling his cock lance all the way 
up her cunt to let him lower his head to suck her hot tits. 

And then she was bouncing up and down, faster and faster, as he stroked his 
cock into her beautiful twat. Harder and harder he rode into her and she 
loved every minute of it, clinging desperately to his neck and twisting and 
writhing around his penis. 

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she breathed loudly and faster and faster as he rammed 
into her. Her legs clenched his waist tightly, her heels hooking around each 
other as she tried to pull herself down on his cock like the top on a mason 
jar. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeee," she moaned, clinging to Wilbur. 

She didn't even notice when Tony came up and stood behind her and put his 
hands on her butt and helped her cousin as he rammed his oversized fucker in 
and out Of her cunt. 

All Sally Jean knew for sure was that she was being fucked to pieces and she 
loved it. Wilbur's cock tore in and out of her pussy with sinful force. She 
couldn't stand it, practically. She was on the edge of fainting, it felt so 
good. And it didn't stop. 

Harder and harder Wilbur shoved his cock into Sally. The insides of her 
thighs trembled from the strain. Her pussy lips barely reacted when she 
tried to clamp down on his surging prick. But that was all right. Her body 
was filled with surging heat, her cunt was a live fire feeding on his 
stroking match. 

"Ooooh, Wilbur," she sighed. She felt down around her thighs where they 
locked around his body and over the tight balls and up the constantly moving 
shaft to where it poked into her body and Sally was faint again with 
pleasure. She wished she could see it. She knew that would turn her on even 
more. But it wasn't necessary. 

Like a battering ram, Wilbur drove his meat up her cunt and Sally cried and 
screamed because it was such a beautiful feeling. 

And then he was moving faster, more frantically. He was plunging in and out 
of her cunt with furious speed and she couldn't keep up with him. She could 
only lean back and wait for him to shoot his load into her ravenous pussy. 

Faster, faster, faster. The rhythm of his thrusts turned into one gigantic 
plunger running red hot into her pussy. 

"Now," Sally screamed. "NOW. Do it now, Wilbur. Fuck meeeee." 

Just as she expected his hot, plunging prick to nose into her like a spike, 
it was torn out and cold creek water flowed up her pulsating pussy and Sally 
Jean was writhing and twisting in ecstasy over the sudden flood of liquid so 
different from what she expected. 

She clung weakly to Wilbur's neck and looked down and saw the engorged head 
of his cock in the clear water quivering and looking pale. And then it was 
spurting under water. A long streamer of white fluid shot out of the end and 
wavered in the clear, greenish water before breaking off and drifting away. 

Sally hugged Wilbur weakly. He had pulled out of her in coitus interruptus 
to protect her and she thought it was really cute of him to do that. 

Wilbur had barely let her go before Tony was pushing himself on her and 
catching her buttocks with his fingers and feeling her slit as if he wanted 
something out of her. 

Adroitly, Sally Jean pulled away from him and struck out in a long swim 
across the mossy pond. Frustrated and knowing she was doing it on purpose, 
Tony stopped chasing her and turned to talk to Wilbur. 

Sally Jean felt warm all over. Like she was insulated against the water by 
inner protection. She giggled. She had been. Wilbur's cock had been like a 
big match up her stretched pussy and she knew as long as she had that she 
couldn't be cold-ever. 

She rolled on her back and paddled lazily in the water, enjoying the hot sun 
that was sure to work up a good tan in a few days-if she could get around 
Uncle Jack for some more swimming. She was thinking of that problem when she 
bumped into Billy at the far end of the pool and splashed noisily around 
before getting headed back for deep water. 

But this time when she did, she had company. Billy swam along with her and 
up against her and finally she just drifted on her back while the boy dove 
around her, coming up and licking her titties and diving under her and 
surfacing between her legs and nibbling at her swollen clitoris or sticking 
his tongue in her sweet, relaxed cunt. 

It felt good. She didn't have to think and she was practically sleeping in 
the still water when she felt her hips sinking as Billy climbed up her body, 
pausing only to nibble on her tits as he settled her thighs around his 
waist. 

She could feel his cock pressing hopefully against her crotch. And when she 
stretched her legs, it slid in momentarily-at least the head did-and then 
popped out again. Billy was so frantic in his desire that she couldn't 
control the thrusting of his hard penis. He cried softly as he tried to get 
it in her and failed. 

Smiling at him, Sally paddled back toward the bank and when she felt the 
soft ooze of the pond mud under her buttocks and the feel as it worked up 
between her legs she stopped paddling and sank down into it as Billy got his 
knees set in the bottom. 

He stopped whimpering when he felt bottom. Excitedly, he held his cock in 
his hand and-lined it up with Sally Jean's twat and then pushed forward with 
his knees and sank it in her to the balls. Eagerly, like the young boy he 
was, he threshed furiously up and down on her, fucking her with fast, 
nonstop movements that made up for his small penis. 

Sally Jean smiled and enjoyed it and let him have his way with her. 

After he was done, Sally Jean washed the mud and semen off her body and 
walked up the grassy slope to a sour apple tree and lay down under it to get 
some rest. Her body was satisfied for the moment and she drifted off to 
sleep with a pleased little smile on her face while she half listened to the 
boyish yells of her brother and cousins down the slope playing in the pond. 
Her last thought was that boys would act like boys. 

She was jolted out of her nap it seemed only moments later by Frank. He was 
laying over her and breathing down into her face and he was grinning 
hopefully. 

It took only a moment for Sally to realize why her cousin was grinning. He 
had cleverly sunk his cock into her pussy while she was sleeping and now 
that she was awake she could feel it stretching her open. 

Moaning a little, she wiggled her butt to let Frank know it was all right 
what he had done. They're all cute boys, Sally Jean thought contentedly as 
the boy stroked into her cunt. 

Of course, she couldn't hold it against him, that he had violated her in her 
sleep. Boys, she knew, would be boys. Once they started they never wanted to 
stop. 

Droozily she cocked her knees and put her feet on the ground so she could 
thrust back up at Frank. The meadow grass felt good under the soles of her 
feet and she groaned. So did Frank's penis in her snatch. And she lifted her 
butt and shoved and felt his wet penis glide all the way into her sex hole 
until his balls were laying against her butt. 

In and out, faster and faster. Sally Jean stared up at the sun through the 
spread branches of the tree and let the warm glow spread through her body as 
Frank plowed into her cunt and she thought of Noreen and how much the other 
girl would have liked to be there with her, doing the same thing, fucking 
and sucking nonstop. 

And Sally Jean felt a fierce joy from her musing. It was as if thinking 
about the red-haired girl energized her cunt and started fresh fluid flowing 
through it. 

Frank pumped desperately up and down, sinking his pecker into her clasping 
hole with masterful blows until Sally Jean was quivering under the 
onslaught. She raised her legs and wrapped them around her cousin's buttocks 
and urged him hard against her-harder and harder until he was battering her 
already well used cunt. 

It felt better that way. The shocks of pleasure lanced through her and 
filled her body and Sally stared up at the sun and cried out as if she was 
being consumed by it. 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

Sally avoided Tony studiously and it wasn't until they were ready to go back 
and she had put on her bathing suit that she even talked to him. 

"Be a sport, Sis," he entreated her. "I'm hurting for a little pussy." 

Sally Jean sniffed at him. He was just getting what he deserved and she told 
him so. 

"You could try to be charitable. Come on. Ride back with me while we talk it 
over." 

She looked at him sitting on the horse and thought it over and then nodded. 
It was as good a time, she thought, as any to get some things straight with 
her snotty brother. 

Tony got off the horse and helped her up on it. She was surprised. Tony 
hadn't even taken the opportunity to sneak a quick feel. And then he got up 
behind her and turned the animal and started it trailing after their 
cousins. 

The other three boys were having a good time, laughing and joking up ahead. 

"About our talk," Sally started to say with grim determination in her voice. 

"Gee, Sis," Tony said, interrupting her, "you've sure got a soft, cuddly 
ass." 

He had edged forward until his hard penis was squeezed up against her rear 
and Sally Jean could feel it rubbing against her buttocks as they rode. She 
inched up to get away from it and get the conversation back to practical 
matters-like how he was going to act around her in the future if he ever 
wanted anymore nooky. 

Tony just edged up a little, too. And then there was nowhere to go because 
Sally Jean's pussy was pressed hard against the bony lump of the horse's 
shoulder and it would hurt like crazy if she moved further forward-even if 
she could stay there. Besides, then she'd be on the horse's neck and that 
would be an impossible position to ride in. 

"Stop that," she snapped at her brother and tried to push him back. 

It didn't work, though. Tony just stonewalled her efforts and shoved back. . 

Sally Jean felt a familiar tingling start in her body about that time. Her 
twat was rubbing against the shoulder bone on the horse's back and it felt 
good-as anything rubbing against her twat always seemed to feel. She lost 
some of her anger in the pleasure she experienced straddling that horse's 
shoulder and feeling the heated sexual reactions start rising in her pussy. 
This is shameful, she tried to tell herself. But it didn't change anything. 

And then Tony's arms were wrapped around her body and he was holding her 
tits in his hands, squeezing gently and working on them with his fingers 
until Sally Jean was breathing hard. She realized that he certainly knew how 
to manipulate her. 

But that didn't mean she was going to give in. 

Resolutely, she leaned back against his chest and let his hands roam over 
her breasts and down to her wet cunny. She didn't care if he put his hand 
down there or not. The horse's bony shoulder ridge was keeping her twat in a 
state of constant excitement. 

Looking down, she could see the wet spot spreading over the crotch of her 
yellow bikini swim panties. My gosh, she thought, I'm even being turned on 
by a horse. 

But she didn't think about that long. Tony still had one of his hands on her 
breasts. His fingers felt through the light material of her swim suit bra 
and caught the rigid nipple and began to tweak and squeeze it. When it was 
hard and swollen, his hand moved to the other one and it seemed to Sally her 
tits were in a state of constant turmoil. 

Only what was really distracting her was his other hand. That had slid down 
her back between their two bodies and she swore that it felt like Tony had 
pulled his penis out of his trunks and that it was naked flesh pressing 
against her behind. 

And then she felt him stripping her bathing suit panties down over her ass. 

"Don't do that, Tony," she snapped. "Stop fucking around that way." 

Her brother ignored her. His hand continued to play with her bosom and then 
he had the waist band of her swim suit down over her buttocks and Sally Jean 
knew she was riding with her ass sticking out naked. It rubbed against 
Tony's belly for a moment and that felt nice too. But she wasn't going to 
let him get away with it. 

Then she felt his cockhead nudge up against her butt and suddenly Sally Jean 
was frightened. "No," she cried. "Don't do that, Tony. Please don't even try 
it." 

She tried to get off the horse. But there was no place for her feet to grab 
hold and Tony was stronger than she was. He lifted her up slightly and she 
felt the chilling probe of his cock against the tight ring of her asshole. 
He spit and it seemed there was moisture trickling down the crack of her 
behind, and then he was lowering her slowly but resolutely. 

"Aiiiiieeeee," Sally screamed as she felt a cock going into her virgin 
rectum for the very first time. She repeated her scream as she felt his 
penis worming into her tight opening, and then she collapsed forward, trying 
to get away from her brother. 

That did no good, though. Leaning forward over the horse's neck pressed her 
pussy even harder against the bone centered above the horse's shoulder. And 
it exposed her asshole in perfect position for what Tony wanted to do. 

Holding his sister tightly, Tony jabbed hard against her and was rewarded by 
the feeling of his big prick shoving up her hot, greasy asshole. It felt 
great, as he suspected it would, and he did it again, sliding even further 
into her tight, rear hole. 

"Don't, Tony," Sally murmured. She was weak from the terrible sensations 
that buffeted her body. It seemed to her that the horse had sprouted a cock 
under her soft, puffy cunt and was driving that up her defenseless pussy at 
the same time that Tony shoved his penis in her ass. Her legs were weak and 
watery feeling. She felt as if she was undergoing nonstop orgasms that shot 
through her body and crotch and up to her breasts where they were being 
milked out by his always moving hand and fingers. 

The worst part was his cock, though. It burned in her asshole like a hot 
match. She was so sore she couldn't move. She felt like she was being torn 
open and would never be able to grow back together again. And every time 
Tony moved even a little, his pecker shafted her ass some more. "No," she 
moaned. "Don't do that, Tony...." 

But Tony wasn't paying any attention to his stuck up sister anymore. His 
cock was ready and willing for what he was doing. He'd been getting hard all 
morning watching his miss smart-bitch sister getting cock from all her 
cousins-and now it was his turn. 

He slipped his other hand back around her, body and caught one of her 
breasts in each hand. His fingers worked under the soft material and he 
played with her swollen nipples until they were as hard as he thought they 
could ever become. And then Tony squeezed and using her tits as handles, he 
began to fuck himself with his sister's asshole. 

Sally Jean whimpered and moaned and even cried at first. Tony pulled her 
back and up against his chest and each movement shot his cock deeper into 
her greasy rectum. But some of the pain started going away. And then she 
slithered her cunt against the horse's bony shoulder and almost fainted with 
the pleasure that lanced through her. 

She could barely believe it was happening. She was soaring and the pain in 
her butt disappeared to a dull ache that gradually turned to pleasure. It 
was ecstasy. Every move elicited a cry of joy from her lips. Her brother was 
fucking her in the asshole. Degrading her. And yet she was crying with tears 
of pleasure. 

Their cousins had gotten way ahead of them and Tony began kicking the horse 
to make it trot to catch up. 

Tony's movements set bells to ringing through Sally Jean's body. She felt 
each kick come up his leg and end in the form of a stiff jolt of his prick 
end in her rectum. It was like having electricity shot into her swampy 
pussy. 

She couldn't restrain herself. Desperately, Sally put her hand down to her 
crotch and began to finger her mushy pussy. She gasped and sighed with 
delight as her fingers slid into her hole and twisted and turned and stroked 
the heated inside of her cunt. 

That and the trotting of the horse was lifting Sally Jean from one orgasm to 
another in a continuous cycle of coming. Tony's pecker jolted up her asshole 
again and again. Each time it made her insides convulse with undeterred 
pleasure. She loved it. She pushed back to get more of that wonderful cock 
up her fanny. It was what she wanted. 

"More Tony," she groaned. "Give me more cock. Shove it up my ass. Squeeze my 
tits. That's the way, baby brother." She twirled her finger in her own twat 
and sighed with pent-up pleasure as it seemed to her that she was going to 
explode at any moment. 

Tony clung tightly to her and jabbed his cock in and out of her asshole 
faster and faster and faster. He shot it in and out as if it was lubricated 
with butter instead of spit. 

Sally Jean cried out like she was being torn apart. Her insides were 
burning. She was blistered in her asshole for life. She knew she was torn 
open. 

And then Tony's fingers clawed closed around her titties and a new dimension 
was added to her orgasm. Pain shot through her body and became streaks of 
pleasure. Arrows of joy lanced into her pussy and crotch and butt and 
titillated her titties. 

"Oh, God, don't stop, Tony," she begged. "Please don't stop...." 

Tony's penis stuffed her rear chute full to overflowing and then some. And 
still his pecker swelled and grew and stretched in her hot butt and rubbed 
her walls and swelled some more until she thought she'd burst around it. And 
then Tony couldn't hold back any longer and Sally Jean felt the hot wash of 
his semen enema blowing up her butt and starting the cauldron boiling in her 
asshole. 

Sally was crying and sobbing and moaning wildly as she felt her insides 
explode. It was too much for the girl and she fainted into blissful 
unconsciousness. 

 CHAPTER NINETEEN 

When she opened her eyes, Sally Jean almost smiled. She was laying on the 
meadow grass and Wilbur was holding onto one of Tony's ears with one hand 
and threatening him with the other. Tony never took his eyes off Wilbur's 
hand in front of his nose or missed a word of what his muscular cousin was 
saying. 

"You stupid prick. Fucking your sister in the asshole for the first time and 
using spit ... Spit! My God, I've got a mind to do it to you. Maybe that'll 
teach you something you can remember." Tony didn't answer. One hand 
instinctively went back and covered his asshole. The rest of him turned a 
sickly gray, like something that died. 

Sally Jean's eyes dropped and she realized that her brother had his trunks 
pulled back up where they belonged. Only he didn't have a hard-on this time. 
Instead, a steady stream of yellow piss was dribbling through the black 
material and splashing between his legs on the ground. He didn't seem to be 
paying any attention to it, though. 

"Oooh," Sally Jean said. She tried to sit up and was dizzy so she decided to 
let well enough alone and stay where she was. She couldn't fall far from 
flat on her back. 

"Are you all right," Wilbur asked. He had let go of Tony and knelt quickly 
by her side and was staring into her eyes. Sally Jean almost melted from the 
look Wilbur was giving her. 

"Can we loosen anything?" Billy asked innocently. "It's supposed to be good 
for people who faint to loosen their clothes." 

Frank laughed. "She hardly has anything to loosen, Billy. I think you just 
like to take your cousin's clothes off of her...." 

He was right, Sally thought. All she was wearing was her bikini bathing 
suit. Still, Wilbur was leaning over her and looking intently at her with 
worry in his eyes. 

"Yes," she said faintly. "Take off my bathing suit." 

Billy didn't have to be asked twice. Or Frank, for that matter. In a moment 
she was being gently handled by three pair of soft, loving hands and she was 
stripped naked. 

"Fuck me," Sally Jean whispered to them. As she lay there she imagined 
herself soaring into space on the super orgasm she was going to have. "I 
want you. All three of you. Just don't let Tony hurt me anymore. Keep him 
away from me, please." 

The three boys looked at Tony as one. Their city cousin looked sick and 
hesitantly moved away until he was a safe distance from them and then he sat 
down on the grass and watched sullenly as he realized that he wasn't going 
to get anymore pussy while he was at the farm. Oh, even for longer if his 
sister stayed mad at him. 

Sally lay back on the grass and spread her legs and let Billy on her first. 
He was the smallest and his cute little pecker sneaked into her cunt hole 
and twisted around and made her pussy start feeling good immediately. 

"That's the way, Billy," she said encouragingly. "Ride it all the way in. 
That's the way to do it. Slide it down my cunt and pound it home. Twist it 
around and make it wiggle in me. Fuck me just like that, baby, and you'll be 
the best fucker around here." 

Billy caught the knack the way Sally wanted him to and drove his pecker in 
her slot and then in and out and in and out learning all the little tricks 
that made fucking better. 

"I'm coming," the boy shouted as he strained to drive his penis into Sally's 
quivering slot. It went in like an arrow into a target and his balls bounced 
against her buttocks and they both writhed joyfully together in the throes 
of a mutual orgasm. 

Then it was Frank's turn and Sally got on top of him and ground her cunt 
down on his rigid pecker as it strained up into the air. She turned and 
twisted her body and clasped his penis with her cunt lips like she had teeth 
in them. 

Frank groaned and twisted under her. "That's the way, Sally Jean," he cried 
out encouragingly. His hips flopped up and down and he ramrodded his cock up 
and down Sally's lubricated pussy, spearing deep into her on each upward 
thrust. 

Frank's penis pounded into Sally Jean's cunt with express train speed and 
force. His cock jolted her so hard even her back teeth felt it as she 
whirled on a dizzy round of sexual stimulation. Her cunt was a bottomless 
pit being filled with joy. 

Frank couldn't withstand her clasping cunt for long and it was only moments 
before he, too, was pouring his load into Sally Jean's squishy pussy hole. 

And then it was Wilbur's turn. 

Sally Jean got down on her hands and knees and turned her naked butt toward 
her teenaged cousin and said, "Fuck me so I feel it, Wilbur. Take the pain 
away." 

Wilbur's cock was already hard and long and ready. He sank to his knees 
behind Sally Jean and shoved his cock into her buttery slot. And his was 
best of all. It was biggest and hardest and Sally loved the way he worked it 
into her hole and then drove it like a stake clear into her twat. She felt 
Billy and Frank's cum gush out around the edges of her hot box lips as 
Wilbur pistoned his meat into her tight hole. 

She dropped her head on her arms and looked back between her breasts. 

To Sally Jean, her thighs made a perfect V inverted. And Wilbur's thick cock 
plugged into the juncture just like it belonged there. She was tired and 
didn't feel like exerting herself and this was a restful way of watching as 
her favorite cousin completed the fucking that was turning her inside out. 

Rhythmically Wilbur thrust his penis into his cousin's tight hole. He felt 
it squish around in the thick coating of juice his two brothers had left 
there, but that in no way diminished the feelings of satisfaction that he 
was getting from Sally's twat. 

In and out, in and out. His thick sex pole started to feel more alert. More 
receptive to the feelings of sexual pleasure that were stealing out to 
overwhelm him. 

Faster and faster Wilbur sank his penis in his cousin's cunt. His balls 
drove wildly past the stopping point and battered her clitoris with feather 
light touches. 

Wilbur was engrossed in servicing Sally Jean. He wanted nothing more than to 
slide his pecker in and out of her cunt full force fore ever. His arms 
stretched down around her body as Tony's had on the horse and wrapped gently 
around her lust swollen tits. 

Sally Jean bent her head and kissed his fingers as his farm trained hands 
began to firmly but gently milk and stroke her fat nipples. Sexual 
excitement lanced through her with the affirmation that she was right, that 
Wilbur was the best of all of them. 

Harder and harder he pounded into her upturned rear. Sally Jean felt like a 
receptacle placed there exclusively to catch his fierce sexual thrusts. She 
whimpered with pleasure and cried encouragingly to him as he pounded his 
penis into her pussy. 

It felt good. Better. Best. It was fantastic the way he played her like an 
instrument. 

Each movement of Wilbur's body plucked another string on Sally Jean's body. 
She throbbed to the sexual swelling that was running through her. 

"NOW," Wilbur shouted and he plunged his sizzling hot cock into her. 

Sally Jean tried to tell him not to pull out. But she couldn't say it fast 
enough and even as her orgasm convulsed her cunt with pleasure, Wilbur had 
his penis out of her and was spewing his seed in a great rain of white 
spurts over the green meadow grass. 

"No," Sally Jean moaned softly. She turned around and grabbed his soft, warm 
cock while it was still spurting and clamped her hot mouth over the end and 
drew his semen up into her lips where she could roll it with her tongue and 
swallow it as fast as it came. 

It was second best. Sally Jean would have preferred to have felt his hot 
seed splattering briskly against the inside of her pulsating vagina. 

Wilbur tried to stop her, and then he sighed and laid back and enjoyed her 
heated lips while Tony sat on his grassy hillock a few yards away, watching 
and glowering. 

For a long time, they rested up and then finally, when darkness was 
threatening, Billy said, "If we don't get along home soon, Ma's going to be 
mad 'cause dinner is cold." 

It was the kind of a statement that got to the point in a hurry and none of 
the other boys denied that Aunt Martha got a little bent when they weren't 
home for dinner on time. 

Sally Jean got up and groaned. Her pussy ached and her asshole still hurt. 
But despite that, her clitoris seemed determined to start another orgasm in 
her crotch, quivering excitedly even against the soft material of her swim 
suit panties. 

Wilbur smiled and helped Sally Jean up on his horse and she leaned back 
against his chest secure in the knowledge that her cousin would never take 
advantage of a girl the way her brother had done to her. Even though he 
might be thinking that way. 

And there was no doubt what Wilbur was thinking about. Sally Jean could 
clearly feel his young penis spearing up the boy's front against her back. 
She didn't object, she liked the feel of it. In fact, she still remembered 
how fantastic Tony's cock had finally felt in her asshole and she casually 
wondered about Wilbur's. He was so much bigger and stronger he'd likely tear 
her in half ... and yet she couldn't shake the thought if Tony was that good 
Wilbur would have to be a dozen times better. 

Sitting on the horse, Sally Jean got all squirmy suddenly as she thought of 
the pain of getting Wilbur's huge, over-sized cock up her behind. It would 
be a terrible pain. Maybe it would never feel better. Maybe he was just too 
big to do it. 

The considerations darted through Sally Jean's head and filled her mind with 
uncertainties. Every uncertainty possible except the fact that she was going 
to do it. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY 

Aunt Martha scolded them for coming in a little late. The food was starting 
to get cold. But after a few minutes she looked closer at Sally Jean and 
began clucking like a mother hen. 

"Land sakes, child," she said, "you've got a sunburn that looks like a three 
alarm fire." She shook her head and sent Uncle Jack to get the sunburn salve 
and wouldn't take any back talk about Sally staying to help with the dishes. 
She was to go directly to her bedroom and lie down before she got to feeling 
any worse. 

The fact that she protested to Aunt Martha that she "felt fine" didn't mean 
a thing. The order was that she go to her room and take it easy. And Sally 
Jean realized then that that's the way things were going to be. On that 
farm, it was Aunt Martha who had the last and final word-on everything. 

Sally hadn't realized just how done in she was until she laid down. Then she 
fell instantly asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillows. 

She was dreaming about big, virile cocks running in and out of her asshole 
and her mouth and her pussy and not being able to tell one from the other 
when a knock on her bedroom door brought her fully awake. 

The door opened into the darkened bedroom letting a crack of light fill the 
room and then Sally Jean looked up to see Uncle Jack standing there. 

He stepped inside and closed the door and locked it, then turned on the 
light. 

"Did you use the salve?" he asked. 

Sally jerked her head up and stared around the room until she saw the tube 
of lotion on the bedside table where she had left it unopened. 

"I guess not," she said. "I guess I was too tired. And besides, it doesn't 
hurt all that much anyway." 

"Well," he said, "Martha wants me to make sure you use it so I'm going to." 

Picking up the tube of lotion, Uncle Jack gestured for Sally to sit up in 
bed. 

"I'm naked, Uncle Jack," Sally protested, knowing that it was futile. 

"Martha says you get the salve, you get the salve," he said. "Hold the 
blanket over your front and I'll just get the exposed areas in back. You can 
do your own front." 

It was futile to fight, Sally Jean knew. Besides, she was tired. 

Scooping the blanket and sheet up in front of her, she sat up in the bed and 
shivered as the cool evening air caressed her sunburned skin. 

Suddenly there was another sensation. With surprisingly gentle fingers, 
Uncle Jack was rubbing the lotion into Sally's hot back muscles. His hands 
glided over her skin and she was glad he was doing it. The salve really 
worked. As it dissolved into her skin she felt the heat being sucked out. Of 
course, there was something about Uncle Jack that set her nerves all 
atingle. Even in the security of the rumpled sheet, Sally Jean's boobs 
throbbed and quivered as if in response to his massaging and caressing hand 
movements. 

"My, you are burned, Sally Jean," Uncle Jack said and tut-tutted. 

"It was hot out, Uncle Jack. I guess I'm not used to it after the 
winter...." 

There was a pause. "Do you know," Uncle Jack said, "I can't find a strap 
mark to show where your bra fastened. I wonder where it went to?" 

Sally couldn't think of anything to say to that. But she could feel the 
sudden warm blush start to crawl across her skin, over her sunburn, and she 
wondered if Uncle Jack could see it or feel it too. She hoped not. With all 
her heart she hoped not. 

His fingers had stopped moving. But then they were working down Sally Jean's 
back and smoothing the lotion over her kidneys and almost touching her 
buttocks. 

"Sally Jean," he said, and his voice was puzzled, "I can't find the line 
where your panties were either. You must have gotten sunburned right through 
the material. It sure must be some goldanged foolish new fabric to do that. 
" 

His voice invited reply, but Sally Jean couldn't say a word. She pulled the 
sheets up over her head and threw herself down on the bed, hiding from him. 

Instantly, Uncle Jack snatched at the blanket and sheet and pulled them away 
from Sally Jean. As the girl curled up to hide her pussy and her tits, Uncle 
Jack looked closely at her and hummed. "You know, Sally Jean, if I didn't 
know you were a good girl because you're my brother's daughter and that you 
were out with good boys today, my three sons, I'd be a mite suspicious about 
what you did out at the pond all day today." 

"Mmmph," Sally mumbled through the blankets that she managed to drag up from 
the floor and pull over her face again. She wished it would satisfy her 
Uncle's demand for an explanation. She was just as sure that it wasn't going 
to. 

"Now, stop that, Sally Jean," Uncle Jack said. He pulled the blanket away 
from his niece's face. "Aren't you being a little bit ridiculous." He 
dropped it on the floor again. 

Looking up at her uncle from the bed, Sally Jean knew what she had to do. 
She smiled at her Uncle Jack and said, "Would you like to fuck?" 

Afterwards, Sally Jean sat huddled up in the bed remembering how it had been 
with her uncle. It was different. She could say that, all right. Once he got 
on her he had pounded his cock into her like it was a spike. In and out, in 
and out, in and out. She was steel and he was flint and every time his penis 
lunged into her hot, grasping cunt Sally had squealed and twisted with 
delight. She loved it and told him so. 

For an encore, Uncle Jack had done it again. And again. And again. 

But something was missing. After that first time, it wasn't as good. And all 
Sally could think of was sucking Noreen's eager little cunt or having 
Wilbur's big prick up her behind. And she wondered again what kind of 
pervert she was-or if she was a Lesbian doomed to having relationships with 
hairy butch types. It was that that made Sally so morose as she sat on the 
bed and stared at a semen stain in the sheet. 

Anyway, Uncle Jack had confirmed one thing she'd suspected-that Aunt Martha 
didn't take to fucking and sucking the way she might have. In fact, when 
Sally had gone down on her uncle to get rid of the evidence before it was 
dripped all over the sheets, he had gone wild and come again, spewing his 
hot load into her mouth until her mouth was overflowing and she couldn't 
swallow fast enough to get rid of it. 

She thought it was nice of Uncle Jack that when he had left he patted her 
head like she was a small child or a favored pet. She didn't think she had 
to worry about him spilling the beans to Aunt Martha now. He could never 
explain what he had done himself. 

It wasn't until much later that she heard a sound at her door, and Sally 
Jean suspected that Uncle Jack was coming back for seconds. But when the 
door opened she was surprised to see Billy and Frank wearing nothing but 
their underwear. 

"We thought you might have trouble getting to sleep," Frank whispered 
lamely. "We came over to see if there was something we could do for you. You 
know." 

Indeed, Sally did know. The boys' eyes were bright and it was obvious that 
they were having a hard time getting to sleep themselves. 

"Okay," she said. "You get on the bottom, Frank, and Billy can have 
tops...." 

"Huh, what do you mean, Sally?" Frank stared at her, confused. 

Sally smiled, suddenly gay and excited at what she was thinking about doing. 
She patted the bed next to her and had Frank lay there on his back while she 
skinned down his pants and licked her lips and then licked his pink-tipped 
penis. She fastened her lips around his sex rod and sucked and helped it 
raise up until it was even stiffer and harder. 

Then, very carefully, Sally Jean knelt over Frank facing away from him and 
guided his cock into her sloppy wet cunt. He didn't know his entrance was 
being lubricated by his father's cum. Nor did he care. He just enjoyed the 
sensation Sally was giving him. 

Sighing, Sally leaned back until she was laying on Frank's chest with her 
legs spread open as wide as they'd go while the boy's prick drilled into her 
cunt from behind. 

"I can't move," Frank said accusingly. "And neither can you...." 

"Billy," Sally said softly to the younger boy who was watching, entranced by 
the lewd position Frank and Sally had assumed. "How would you like to get on 
top?" 

The boy's eyes lighted and in a second he was between her legs, naked. Then, 
as he leaned forward and kissed her breasts, Sally guided Frank's brother's 
cock into the space left by the fat, juicy cock already occupying her cunt. 

"Shove, Billy," she grunted. She had no idea if it would work. But she was 
going to try. She had to try ever since she thought of it. 

Billy moaned and leaned forward and quivered and his penis jabbed heavily at 
the clamped shut slit that led into her vagina. She urged him on with her 
fingers. And then the thick, slippery cum his father had deposited in Sally 
Jean's hole oozed to the surface and his penis tip worked into the upper 
corner of her slit and she cried out with restrained pleasure. 

Sally couldn't help sobbing, enjoying the motions of the boy's cock in her 
cunt. It felt like he was tearing her open. She could feel Frank's prick 
being squeezed into the tiny amount of room that was available. She sobbed 
at the effort. But it was worth it. Billy's prick slid into her cunt 
alongside of Frank's and she had a double-decker. 

As soon as Billy caught his breath, his cock was working in and out of her 
cunt, rubbing obscenely against every inch of skin in her slot. 

It was a fantastic feeling. Sally Jean had two fat, greasy pricks stirring 
her cunt into froth. She couldn't contain the feelings that she had. It was 
like being split in two and being filled at the same time. 

When Sally Jean moved even the slightest bit pangs of sensation raced 
through her body and tingled at every sexual point imaginable. Her whole 
body had become a receptacle for those two penises inserted into her hole. 

Billy scissored his hips up and down frantically on the top of the pile and 
the sensations caused by his moving body spread like ripples in a pond. 
First Sally trembled and quivered as her raw, fiery cunt lips absorbed the 
shock that was transmitted to her vagina in magnified waves of raw 
sensation. 

Then Frank squirmed and moaned. Billy's cock rubbing against his was better 
than anything he had ever felt before. Besides, at each fresh disturbance, 
Sally twat quaked and convulsed and squeezed both their cocks and poured a 
fresh load of hot quim juice on them. 

Harder and harder Billy flailed his body while Sally and Frank could only 
squirm in helpless appreciation of the waves of feeling he was generating 
for them. 

Their blood pounded separately and together. It was like the roaring of 
waves in their ears- a soundless accompaniment to an orchestra of sensual 
experiences. 

Sally Jean could tell the exact moment their penises started swelling, 
preparing for the final act, the ejaculation of male sperm into her hot 
orifice. It hurt in a good way. She was being torn open-her cunt split by 
the added pressure. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhh," she screamed, relieving the impossible pressure inside her 
hot, pneumatic sex slit. 

And then the two boys exploded, their cocks driving twin jets of semen up 
her vagina, washing her womb in it. Her insides steamed with the force of 
their dual explosion and for a long moment she couldn't talk or think. She 
was paralyzed and dizzy knowing that she had experienced the ultimate 
sensation. 

When they were gone, Sally Jean went back to her philosophical musings. And 
she wondered just what she was. Just what she could be to be the way she 
was. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 

Some of the joy of her vacation seemed to be gone and during the balance of 
the weeks while she juggled Frank, Billy, Uncle Jack and Wilbur and tried to 
keep Aunt Martha from getting suspicious-and she had to give Tony some her 
life was running away with her. 

A lot of nights after the parade through her bedroom, Sally Jean had decided 
to do something that had been nagging her all along. Waiting until long 
after lights went out in the big house, Sally Jean had crept down the 
hallway to Wilbur's room and let herself in. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked, sitting up in bed. 

Asked a direct question, Sally gave a direct answer. "I've come to fuck 
you." 

Wilbur couldn't pretend that that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. At 
the words his penis had pranced above the bed covers and leered cheerfully 
at Sally Jean. 

In a moment Sally Jean was on top of him, pressing him down as she began to 
sixty-nine with her oldest cousin. His cock was big and hard and suckable. 
But somehow, Sally Jean wasn't getting the thrill she'd had the first time 
she'd sixty-nined. Even when Wilbur's tongue laced into her tight pussy and 
twisted and wound around and started her temperature rising, it still wasn't 
there. It was unreachable, it seemed. 

But that didn't really matter. Sally Jean had promised she was going to do 
something for her cousin-and she was going to do it. After all, she knew she 
loved hers strong, quiet cousin and there were only so many things she could 
do for him. 

After she felt she was wet enough, she settled her crotch down on his waist 
and slid his cock straight up her vagina. She had to squeal while she did 
it, he was so big and then she gritted her teeth as she started a 
combination sliding-rocking motion that made his penis fill her slot to 
overflowing. 

In a moment she was feeling wonderful again. The heat of his penis driving 
through her fleshy depths felt good. In fact, it felt sensational. Harder 
and harder she drove against him and finally she felt it happening: his cock 
was getting tighter and harder in her twat. 

"I'm going to come," Wilbur said desperately. "I've got to get it out." 

"No," Sally said. "This time we do it my way...." 

Knowing what was coming, Sally Jean hunched down hard on Wilbur's belly. Her 
cunt swallowed his cock to the roots and gripped it even as the boy began 
his convulsive orgasm. 

"I'm coming," Wilbur screamed in ecstasy as he discovered for once that he 
couldn't interrupt that final pleasure and that he could feel his cock 
squirt against the silky walls of his cousin's smooth vaginal walls. 

Sally Jean soared with him and enjoyed his hard come. Not as much as the 
first time she'd felt a cock spurt inside her, she reminded herself. But she 
did enjoy it. She would have enjoyed it more, too, if when she looked up she 
hadn't seen Uncle Jack standing in the doorway. 

Her uncle's face was twisted in a mask of outraged fury and he slowly began 
taking off his belt. 

"No, no, Uncle Jack," Sally Jean cried out loud. "Punish me. Not Wilbur." 

"Get to your room," her uncle said sternly. "I'll settle with you later." 

Wilbur had asked her to go too. It would be better that way, he said. And 
then Sally Jean had stood outside Wilbur's bedroom door and sobbed as she 
heard the hard swish of the belt and the rifle-like crack as it connected 
with flesh. 

Wilbur didn't cry out loud, and finally Sally Jean could stand no more and 
turned and fled down to the hall to her own room where she huddled until 
later when Uncle Jack came to punish her and he used a different tool, 
socking his penis into her cunt with vengeful force that seemed to strike 
her as hard as he'd beaten his son with his belt. 

After that, of course, she'd been kept separate from the boys. Uncle Jack or 
Aunt Martha had watched her practically every minute of the day. But it 
hadn't mattered. Sally Jean had the feeling she wasn't missing much. 

And now, on the last day before they left for home, she was standing on the 
veranda with her suitcases packed, demurely waiting to be taken home while 
Aunt Martha rung her hands and moaned that she didn't know how to apologize 
to Sally's parents because her sons were such animals. 

Wilbur was sauntering at the edge of the veranda and Sally Jean raised her 
voice. "I have to go to the bathroom, Aunt Martha," she said. 

"All right, dear," Aunt Martha said. "If you have to." She was still 
immersed in her own version of grief and not paying attention. 

"All right, Aunt Martha." Sally Jean looked back at the edge of the veranda, 
but Wilbur was gone. 

"Where you going?" her uncle asked sharply as she went back into the house. 

"To the bathroom," Sally replied innocently. "Aunt Martha said it was all 
right." 

Jack Benchly nodded glumly and acted like he wanted to accompany her up to 
the bathroom-at least to the first bedroom on the landing. 

Sally frowned and said, "I really have to go, Uncle Jack." 

Then she was dashing up the stairs and into the bathroom where Wilbur 
hurried to close the door and lock it behind her. 

The two of them embraced frantically and kissed and Wilbur French-kissed her 
and ran his tongue practically into her throat. 

"I'll bet it hurt terribly," Sally Jean said. She put her hand lightly on 
Wilbur's buttocks and he flinched. She caressed the front of his jeans 
instead. 

"It hurt, Sally Jean," Wilbur said. "But that's nothing. Pa does that every 
once in a while anyway. Don't go blaming yourself for it...." 

"I won't." Sally hugged him and stroked the hard lump under his pants. "I 
had to see you. I wanted you to do one last thing for me before I go...." 

"Anything," Wilbur said. "Just name it and I'll do it for you." 

"Fuck me in the ass, Wilbur!" 

Sally said it simply and soft so she couldn't be heard out in the hall and 
Wilbur choked and tried to say he wouldn't. But he couldn't talk straight. 

"We don't have much time," Sally said. "Dad will be here any minute and 
they'll be waiting for me and I'll have to go." Adroitly she undid the front 
of his Levi's and let his massive penis stick out in all its glory. Gently 
she stroked the swollen red head and it jerked with reassuring firmness 
under her hand. 

Then, in a single, simple movement Sally Jean dropped her panties and 
whirled away from him and lifted her skirt. She leaned against the sink and 
stared into the mirror as she spread her legs. Wilbur's face floated up 
alongside hers in the mirror. 

"You're sure?" he asked softly as he pressed against her rear. 

"Yes," Sally Jean said. "Just start with my cunt and warm me up." 

Wilbur's gentle arms went around her waist and his fingers spread her cunt 
petals from the front as he leaned her forward and-lined his cock up with 
her pussy hole. 

Sally Jean sighed as she felt his big torpedo drill into her, stretching her 
with all kinds of subtle thrills as it slid into her twat and started her 
water works flowing. 

In and out Wilbur slipped it, and finally Sally Jean gritted her teeth and 
said, "Put it in the other hole. Please, Wilbur or we won't be able to do it 
at all." 

The boy smeared some lotion on the engorged red head of his dick and then 
pressed it firmly against Sally Jean's asshole and started to drive in. 

Sally Jean seized a bath towel and stuffed it in her mouth. It was like fire 
and lightening drilling into her and her eyes were watering. His cock was 
too big. It was splitting her in two. And then she remembered how Uncle Jack 
had beat Wilbur and asked herself if this could be any worse. She knew it 
couldn't be worse. So it had to be better. 

"I'm hurting you," Wilbur said, worried. 

"No," she said. "It's to keep me from screaming with joy. That's all." 

Satisfied, the boy grunted and shoved a couple of inches of his big pecker 
into her asshole and Sally swayed before the massive force of his cock 
burrowing into her. She shoved back and took more and then it was all in her 
asshole. 

Just sighing with pleasure ached. And then Wilbur was rocking his hips, 
practically lifting her from the floor on the tip of his pecker. 

At first the pain was tremendous. And then her asshole seemed to get numb. 
And after it was numb the pleasure started moving in and she was crying 
"yes, yes, yes," and fingering her own naked twat and shagging her ass up 
and down on his thick cock and feeling the joy pervading her bloodstream 
like hot lava. 

"I'm coming," Wilbur moaned and Sally wouldn't let him take it out of her 
ass and she stared in the mirror at her face contorted with pleasure and at 
Wilbur's joy-twisted expression and felt her hot juice pouring over her 
fingers as he shot his cum into her butt. 

All the way home Sally Jean was closeted with her own thoughts. She was 
happy about her folks' vacation and it became obvious that Aunt Martha had 
finally settled on saying nothing about what went on during their stay to 
the other difficult explanations. 

After a couple of days, Sally Jean invited Noreen over to the house for a 
mutual masturbation session. The two girls stood huddled together in the 
shower with bubble bath streaming off of them and their fingers in each 
other's twat while they kissed and rubbed breasts and Sally Jean enjoyed it 
and mewed with pleasure while Noreen went wild. 

Afterwards, though, when she was alone, Sally Jean asked herself, What am I? 

She wasn't the Lesbian pervert that she thought she was. Finger fucking 
another girl wasn't as interesting as letting a boy finger her twat or 
tongue her. And it wasn't like that first time at all. 

Sally Jean put a record on the phonograph and turned it up loud and sat back 
and sang the song with B.B. King: 

The thrill is gone, baby, The thrill is gone away. 

The thrill is gone, It's gone away from me. 

The thrill is gone, baby. 

It's gone away from me. 

Though I'll still live on, So lonely I will be ... Sally Jean sat in her 
bedroom and wondered at the ineptitude of life. The first time was best. And 
now she'd done everything once and it would never be any as good again. She 
wanted to cry. 

And she sat alone in her room listening to B.B. King singing about a 
different kind of thrill and wondered if there was anything left that she 
hadn't done. And just what it might be. 


THE END
