ER-141 Nympho Insatiable Teen


FORE­WORD

 Melody reached into Cooper’s pants and felt his ra­ging hardon. She pulled down 
his zip­per and then she began to fondle him slowly and sen­su­ously. A small drop of se­men
emerged on the tip of his throb­bing or­gan. Melody bent down and quickly licked it off. She 
con­tin­ued to lick and suck at his stiff cock, un­til Cooper thought he would scream from the 
pleas­ure. She took his cock in to the very back of her throat. It felt de­li­cious. Cooper looked
at her in amazement.

 "Wow!” he said. “You’re quite a sis­ter!”

 He reached down and felt her throb­bing pussy. It was wet and hot and just 
burst­ing to be fucked. Cooper was de­lighted. He’d seen his sis­ter in the shower a thou­sand
times, but he never ima­gined that he’d ac­tu­ally be feel­ing her lus­cious six­teen year old 
body.

 Melody’s long blonde hair streamed down her back. Cooper slowly stroked her 
throb­bing clit.

 “Oh, Cooper!” she ex­claimed in ec­stasy. “I want you to fuck me!” Cooper looked 
lust­ily at his sis­ter. He knew the treat that was in store. As soon as he could get his clothes 
off...





CHAPTER ONE


It was a beau­ti­ful spring morn­ing in Kan­sas City, Mis­souri. The sun was shin­ing 
brightly, and a pleas­ant spring breeze was waft­ing its gentle way through the stately line of 
elm trees that graced Dog­wood Lane. The houses along the lane gave more than a slight 
im­pres­sion of be­ing bet­ter than or­din­ary houses; in­deed, some of the houses to­ward 
the end of the lane looked as though they had been built for the very rich, which in fact they 
had. The Hooper fam­ily lived al­most square in the middle of Dog­wood Lane, which was to 
say that they were neither very rich, nor ex­cep­tion­ally poor, but fit quite com­fort­ably into 
the up­per middle ech­elon. The father of the Hooper clan was a dis­tin­guished look­ing 
man, who by hard work and sheer de­term­in­a­tion had man­aged to work his way up the 
lad­der un­til he had as­sumed his present lofty po­s­i­tion as Senior Ex­ec­ut­ive Of­ficer of 
The First Na­tional Bank of Kan­sas City. Wendell Hooper was proud of be­ing a banker. He 
was im­mensely proud of the status his po­s­i­tion earned him in the com­munity, al­most as 
proud, in fact, as he was of his fam­ily. They were, at least on the sur­face, a typ­ical Amer­ican
fam­ily, or so it al­ways seemed to Wendell. His daugh­ters, Har­mony and Melody were 
sev­en­teen and six­teen re­spect­ively, and about as alike as night and day. Har­mony was a 
shy and re­tir­ing girl, of mid­dling height and al­most alarm­ingly skinny build. She scarcely 
had any fig­ure to speak of, which she al­ways pre­sumed to be no great loss, since nobody 
had ever shown the slight­est in­terest in her as a blos­som­ing young wo­man. She had 
many friends, but none ever came to visit, a trend which she ac­cep­ted with pass­ive 
resig­na­tion. And so Har­mony would hide be­hind her tor­toise shell rimmed spec­tacles 
and look at the world around her as if it were some kind of for­eign coun­try, and she, a 
dis­tant ob­server.

 Melody, on the other hand, was stun­ning. At six­teen, she was as ripe as a 
mid­sum­mer’s day, with long blondish brown cornsilk hair cas­cad­ing down her back in 
shim­mer­ing tresses reach­ing the first curve of her del­ic­ately shaped bot­tom. Her eyes 
were mys­ter­i­ous blue green orbs, with mys­tery and curi­os­ity in­ter­mingled in their 
fetch­ing gaze. Melody was as out­go­ing as her sis­ter was shy, and loved to flirt and tease 
with al­most any man who came into range, in­clud­ing an oft be­mused Wendell Hooper. 
The third mem­ber of the tribe was Wendell’s pride and joy. Cooper Hooper was an act­ive 
boy of four­teen, and a hand­some one at that; in many ways he re­sembled Wendell, a fact 
which gave his father much sat­is­fac­tion.

 “If I’ve raised him to be a chip off the old block, I’ve done well,” Wendell of­ten 
thought to him­self. “ A boy as clever as that can’t help but grow up to be some­thing.” 
Already Wendell was mak­ing plans for which dis­tin­guished uni­ver­sity would have the 
honor of re­ceiv­ing his son. It startled him at times to real­ize how alike they were, father and
son. Wendell con­sidered him­self a good father and spent as much time with young Coop, as
he was called as his du­ties at the bank would per­mit. Wendell’s wife’s name was Clara, a 
name that was al­most ex­tinct from lack of use around the house­hold. To Wendell she was 
al­ways My Dear or Ti­ger, to her daugh­ters she was al­ways Mommy, and to Cooper she was
usu­ally “The Turk” for reas­ons un­known to any­one but him­self. Clara Hooper was a 
vo­lup­tu­ous wo­man of forty, with shim­mer­ing bright red hair. After win­ning the Miss 
Iowa pa­geant some years be­fore, she had ma­tric­u­lated at the Uni­ver­sity of Kan­sas, and
there she met Wendell Hooper, still slim and hand­some at the time, and a main­stay of the 
Kan­sas foot­ball team. She vividly re­membered their days of neck­ing and pet­ting in the 
back seat of Wendell’s dilap­id­ated Olds­mobile. It was there that she first came to an 
un­der­stand­ing of the facts of life, un­der Wendell’s ex­pert tu­tel­age. Much against 
Wendell’s wishes, she man­aged to keep her maid­en­hood in­tact un­til the night of their 
wed­ding, when Wendell, lov­ingly strok­ing her red tresses po­et­ic­ally ex­claimed “This is 
the fire our Love is Made Of”. Wendell was a poet at heart, and meant well. “What a 
for­tu­nate man I am”, Wendell thought to him­self as he walked down­stairs to the kit­chen.

 He smiled to him­self.

 “To have such a warm lov­ing fam­ily is truly a bless­ing. I don’t see how we could 
pos­sibly be any closer!”

 Wendell paused at the land­ing of the stairs mo­ment­ar­ily to pet Snooper, the 
fam­ily mutt. “Beg­ging for your break­fast again?” he asked with a smile. “Well, come and get
it.”

 Wendell entered the kit­chen to find his fam­ily already clustered around the table 
in vary­ing states of un­dress. Melody was clad in the scanti­est baby dolls, while Cooper was 
wear­ing his Kar­ate robe. Har­mony, prompt and ef­fi­cient as usual, was already dressed for 
school, and Mrs. Hooper was wear­ing a terry­c­loth bath­robe that barely covered up her 
more than ample breasts.

 “Good morn­ing, Daddy,” the chil­dren said, prac­tic­ally in chorus.

 “Good morn­ing, dear, “ Mrs. Hooper said.

 “Good morn­ing, all,” Wendell replied. “Isn’t it al­most time for school? You’ll miss 
the bus.”

 “I’m stay­ing home today,” Cooper as­ser­ted. “I got the clap.”

 Wendell smiled. “That would be quite un­usual for a four­teen year old boy, don’t 
you think, Champ?”

 “Not for me it isn’t.”

 “Cooper has a sore throat and I told him he could stay home from school,” Mrs. 
Hooper told her hus­band. Melody and Har­mony ran out as Mr. Hooper sat down at the 
break­fast table. They mur­mured quick good­byes and hast­ily pre­pared them­selves for 
school, as Wendell leis­urely en­joyed his break­fast. As he spooned the last morsels of his 
shred­ded wheat from bowl to mouth, Mrs. Cooper dashed up­stairs.

 “Gotta run, honey” she quickly ex­claimed. “I have a hair ap­point­ment at 
nine-thirty and I can’t be late. Roberto gets so dis­pleased.”

 And so Mr. Hooper was left to fin­ish his break­fast alone, his son hav­ing van­ished
to parts un­known. He ad­jus­ted his neck­tie in the bath­room mir­ror and walked to the 
gar­age.

 “Yessir! What won­der­ful gentle or­din­ary folks we are, and we sure as shootin’ like
it like that!” he thought to him­self as he climbed into his car for the drive down­town to the 
bank. Yes, Wendell Hooper was an or­din­ary man in most ways, yet in one curi­ous way he 
was ex­traordin­ary. As his son Cooper had dis­covered the day be­fore, Wendell Hooper had 
the largest col­lec­tion of por­no­graphy in Kan­sas City.





CHAPTER TWO


Cooper looked down from his bed­room win­dow as his father’s car slowly 
van­ished in the dis­tance. He was not really sick, of course. In the light of his as­ton­ish­ing 
dis­cov­ery, it was the best way he could ima­gine to be at home alone. He knew that his 
father and sis­ters would be gone, at least un­til late af­ter­noon, and his mother would be 
sev­eral hours at the beauty par­lour. “WOW!” he thought to him­self. “I can’t be­lieve it! And 
all these years I al­ways thought of Dad as such a straight old guy! I could get a for­tune for 
this stuff if I ever took it to school!” Cooper cau­tiously skulked about the house, to make 
cer­tain that no one was left; the dog looked at him re­prov­ingly, but other than that there 
wasn’t a soul about. He then si­lently tip­toed up to his father’s bed­room and looked 
long­ingly at the locked closet. “Even Mom doesn’t know .what’s in there!” he thought to 
him­self. “It would really freak her out!.” He went back to his room and emerged an in­stant 
later with a twis­ted pa­per clip, which he had hid­den between his spring and mat­tress after 
hav­ing dis­covered he could open the mys­ter­i­ous closet door with it the day be­fore. 
Quickly, his nimble young fin­gers twis­ted the frail piece of wire in the lock, and like a 
mir­acle out of the Ar­a­bian Nights, the door swung open.

 “Wow! Look at all this neat stuff! He ex­claimed to him­self.

 There were row and rows of neatly stacked Scand­inavian magazines lin­ing the 
walls of the closet. There were films of every con­ceiv­able sex act, all with de­script­ive 
pic­tures on the boxes, and a brand new pro­jector with a thin layer of dust cov­er­ing it 
sit­ting on the floor, amidst as­sor­ted nov­el­ties and dildoes “If I was Dad, I’d sure never 
come out of my room,” Cooper thought ex­citedly.

 “I could stay here un­til I’m sixty!”

 He then pro­ceeded to the shelves and pro­ceeded to pick up the first magazine 
that caught his eye.

 “Sweet Swedish Teens” he read. “Wow, this looks ex­cit­ing!” He licked his in­dex 
fin­ger and opened to the first page. There were words de­scrib­ing the pic­tures in Eng­lish, 
French and Ger­man, but it was the pic­tures that really turned Cooper on. There, in all their 
glory, were two lus­cious beau­ti­ful Swedish teen­age girls, lust­ily suck­ing away at the cock 
of a mag­ni­fi­cently hung boy, who Cooper judged was not much older than him­self.

 “Hot, shit,” Cooper thought. “I gotta get me to Sweden.” He turned the page and 
found that the teen­age boy now had his prick bur­ied in one of the girl’s open pussy, while 
the other girl was busily lick­ing his balls. He turned the pages rap­idly, and saw fuck­ing and 
suck­ing he never would have be­lieved pos­sible, at least not in Kan­sas City. He began to 
turn the pages with his left hand, while his right hand slowly crept down to his groin. His cock 
was like a leap­ing stal­lion, strain­ing lust­ily to es­cape the tight con­fines of his jockey 
shorts. He reached down and pulled it out, and his prick quickly stood straight up at 
at­ten­tion; eight and a half inches of proud flag­pole strain­ing for the sky. Cooper 
con­tin­ued to turn the pages of the magazine, as he gently stroked the head of his cock. He 
had never had any­thing to turn him on like this, even in his wild­est fantas­ies. His cock grew 
big­ger and big­ger, as he first rubbed just the tip, pro­ceed­ing more and more down the 
shaft as his pas­sion grew stronger and stronger. He put the magazine down and used his left 
hand to mas­sage his balls as he gazed long­ingly down at the frol­ick­ing Swedish teen­agers
ca­vort­ing on the prin­ted page. He felt the sperm welling up in his balls as if it would burst, 
and so he res­ted a mo­ment, squeez­ing the tip hard to pre­vent his com­ing, as he had 
learned from a Mas­ters and John­son book he had dis­covered in the pub­lic lib­rary.

 “Wow, close call!” he thought. “Let me see what I can find in the re­fri­ger­ator.” 
Cooper quickly dashed down­stairs and threw open the door of the fridge. “An apple!” he 
thought. “That’ll be per­fect. And here’s a piece of liver! That al­ways feels good. All I need is 
some ham­burger and I’ll be in busi­ness!” The ham­burger was not to be found, and so 
Cooper took the apple, cored it neatly, cre­at­ing a hole that was just the right size, and 
re­turned to the closet in the bed­room. He quickly picked up the magazine at the place 
where he had left off, fit­ted the apple neatly over his par­tially stiff prick, and re­sumed his 
joy­ful game.

 He was hav­ing a ball.

 Cooper rubbed the apple all up and down his burn­ing rod, as the pic­tures flashed 
be­fore his eyes. He was drown­ing in a sea of breasts and juicy buns and moist warm open 
pussies, and his prick felt as if it had gone to heaven and been gif­ted with a new life. It grew 
big­ger and big­ger un­der his gentle touch, as he stroked faster and faster.

 “Not yet” he thought, run­ning down­stairs two steps at a time to fetch the liver. He 
re­turned to the sac­red magazine, his prick boun­cing up and down like a flag­pole in a 
hur­ricane, and fol­ded the liver into neat halves. He then pro­ceeded to in­sert his throb­bing
or­gan into the fold, and stroked for all he was worth.

 “Hal­le­lu­iah!” he thought. “This is the life!” He felt a sud­den shak­ing in his balls 
that meant that the mil­lions of sperm con­tained in­side were ready to be­gin their jour­ney, 
and Cooper was more than ready. He turned one last page, and saw a blonde young Swedish 
girl with enorm­ous breasts eagerly gob­bling up her boy­friend’s prick.

 “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” he sighed. “Je­sus Christ! Here I----” A wave of hot sperm shot 
out from his prick a good six feet across the room. This was fol­lowed by six or seven smal­ler 
jets, the last of which landed at Cooper’s knees.

 “Holy Glory!” he thought to “him­self. “Holy Moses!”

 “It ain’t never felt like that be­fore!” He crossed the room with a kleenex, eager to 
erase any trace of his ad­ven­ture. He was startled to find that a glob of sperm had al­most 
de­faced his mother and father’s wed­ding pic­ture, and in­deed, had missed by a scant few 
inches. He quickly wiped away the last traces of sperm from the floor. Cooper’s prick was 
hanging down half limp from the fly of his shorts. He felt a sud­den twinge and knew that he 
had the en­ergy and the de­sire to go again. He took mat­ters in hand. “O.K., buddy, you and 
me are gonna be part­ners, see, and we’re gonna have a whole bunch of fun, you just wait 
and see!” he laugh­ingly told his droop­ing or­gan. With that, he re­turned to the closet to 
in­spect more of the won­ders that were con­tained in­side. He spied a gi­ant foot and a half 
long dildo, with a strange ap­par­atus at­tached to the base.

 “That must be to tickle her clit” he thought with a grin.

 He laughed out loud and tossed the dildo aside. Cooper quickly ex­amined the rest 
of the won­ders he dis­covered: rub­ber ar­ti­fi­cial pricks, both hol­low and solid, an 
as­sort­ment of tick­lers, pro­phy­lactics by the score, in every con­ceiv­able size, shape and 
color, and hun­dreds of thou­sands of pic­tures.

 His prick began to grow hard and stiff again as he picked up an­other magazine. 
This one was called Boobs and Bot­toms. It con­tained hun­dreds of pho­tos of na­ked 
breasted wo­men, most of them hardly older than Cooper, with vivid close-ups of their 
beau­ti­ful tits and asses.

 “We’ve gone to heaven!” he ex­claimed to his nod­ding or­gan.

 “Get a load of these!”

 He rap­idly turned the pages un­til he came to a photo of a beau­ti­ful na­ked 
blonde girl who couldn’t have been much past fif­teen.

 “Wow! Would I love to stick it into her!” Coop thought lust­fully. He took his rising 
doodle in his right hand and began to stroke, evenly, rhyth­mic­ally un­til his hot or­gan 
began to throb un­der the pres­sure. It grew big­ger and big­ger as he in­creased the speed 
of his strokes, some­times touch­ing just the head, some­times drift­ing up and down the 
shaft.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­hhh!” he cried.

 Cooper felt the sperm start­ing to rise in his balls again, like a ra­ging river flow­ing 
against the dam and yearn­ing to be free. His balls felt like they were grow­ing as big as 
ten­nis balls.

 He yelled loudly in de­light.

 “Ye­haaaaaaaaaah!” he cried.

 “Sweden, here I come!”

 He stroked faster and faster as he felt the hot sticky come welling up in his balls, 
wait­ing to burst free in ex­cit­ing jets of glory. Harder and harder he pumped, as the 
beau­ti­ful young girl still lay with her legs spread be­fore him, just wait­ing to be taken by 
any­one who happened to turn to the page where she long­ingly res­ted.

 “Hold on, little mama, I’m comin’ in” Cooper cried with reck­less aban­don.

 His prick throbbed.

 His prick was like a burn­ing rod reach­ing up to the stars. The mo­ment of glory 
was im­min­ent.

 “Oh, oh oh oh oh!” he cried. “Here I go again.” Cooper stroked harder and faster, 
tast­ing glory with every thrust.

 He pumped his prick as hard as he had ever pumped in his life. He knew that this 
was it. He felt that the mo­ment of ul­ti­mate glory could be put off no longer. His ri­gid cock 
was dan­cing like a snake with a life of its own, and his hand was a blur of mo­tion. Quicker 
and quicker he thrust into his clenched hand.

 He stood up, not miss­ing a beat.

 “Here goes!” he cried lust­ily.

 Just as Cooper was ready to shoot a shower of hot gush­ing jism in all dir­ec­tions, 
the door to the bed­room opened.

 “Cooper!”

 “Oh my God!”

 It was his sis­ter Har­mony, stand­ing at the door to the bed­room, look­ing wide 
eyed at the as­ton­ish­ing spec­tacle be­fore her. Cooper stood in a state of com­plete 
as­ton­ish­ment, his ri­gid prick stand­ing at at­ten­tion.

 “Wh-Wh-What are you do­ing home? “ he asked meekly. Har­mony looked at him 
sharply.

 “I should be ask­ing you what are you do­ing in Daddy’s closet! With your pants off,
no less!”

 Cooper felt a wave of cour­age sweep­ing over him.

 “Havin’ a ball, Sis! Here. Come over here! Look at all this neat stuff!” Har­mony took 
a deep breath, and ad­jus­ted her tor­toise shell spec­tacles.

 “I will not!” she ex­claimed. “What’s in that closet is Daddy’s busi­ness. Not yours. 
Put your pants on at once! Melody and her boy­friend are down­stairs, and they’ll be com­ing
up any minute now.”

 Cooper just stood there and grinned.

 “How come you ain’t in school?” he anxiously in­quired.

 “The wa­ter main burst and we all got out of classes.” Har­mony replied 
im­per­i­ously. “So ha ha on you for stay­ing home!”

 Cooper eyed her with a mix­ture of envy and curi­os­ity. There must be some 
bur­ied long­ings in that skinny bod, he thought to him­self. Har­mony was no looker, that’s 
for sure, but Cooper thought to him­self that girls like that are al­ways eager to try ex­tra hard
to please any man they might hap­pen to get ahold of. “Hey! Lookie this!”

 He rap­idly strode over to where his sis­ter was stand­ing and presen­ted his 
rampant flag­pole to her aver­ted gaze. “You put that thing away this in­stant!” Har­mony said
sharply.

 “I will not!” Cooper lust­ily replied. “Touch it!” With a quick turn he had backed his 
sis­ter into a corner of the bed­room.

 “Come on, Sis! Just a little feel! I’m bustin’!” Har­mony squealed loud enough to be 
heard in Omaha, Neb­raska.

 “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkk! “ she cried. “You’re wicked.” With that, Melody
and her boy­friend Bob came bound­ing up the stairs.

 “What’ go­ing on in here?” Bob de­man­ded, be­fore reach­ing the bed­room. He 
quickly pushed open the door, Melody fol­low­ing close be­hind.

 Cooper looked at him as in­no­cently as a boy with a throb­bing erec­tion could 
pos­sibly look.

 “Oh, me and Har­mony were just hav­ing some fun with Dad’s col­lec­tion of 
magazines.” he said with a grin. “Come over here and take a look!”

 Cooper walked over to the closet and se­lec­ted a large dildo, which he pro­ceeded 
to toss to Melody.

 “Here! He said. “Try this one on for size!” Melody laughed. “Oh, you nasty boy!” she 
said. “How on earth did you find these things? I thought that Bobby and I were the only ones 
to know about daddy’s little hobby!” Cooper laughed. “ I al­ways knew you were a swell 
chick,” he ex­claimed. “But I don’t know about her,” he said, look­ing at Har­mony. “I bet she’s
never had a prick up her in her life.” Har­mony blushed crim­son red.

 “Why, I don’t know what you’re talk­ing about!” she said hast­ily.

 “Yes, you do!” Cooper lust­ily ex­claimed. “You’re sup­posed to be the bright one. 
You know full well what Bobby and Melody do when they come here after school and mom 
aren’t around. They fuck. You must know what fuck­ing is! Sure you do! And it feels pretty 
damned good!”

 “How would you know?” Melody asked imp­ishly. “All you’ve ever been to bed with 
is your right hand!”

 Cooper blushed bright red.

 “And how do you know that, Miss Smartyass?” he asked de­fens­ively.

 “I know my little brother” Melody said with a grin. “And I know that he’s never felt 
any­thing like these!”

 With that she lif­ted up her tight t-shirt, quickly un­did her bra strap and faced 
Cooper with the most lus­cious pair of six­teen year old globes he’d ever seen.

 “Here! Have a feel of these, Coop!” she said, her tongue tick­ling the corner of her 
mouth. She thought to her­self how much Coop was like her father, who she’d secretly lus­ted
after for years.

 “Cooper! Come here!”

 Bobby looked at him en­cour­agingly.

 “Come on. They won’t bite.” He said, strok­ing one of Melody’s lus­cious nipples, 
which squirmed and grew un­der his touch.

 Cooper’s rod, which had been slowly dwind­ling, snapped back to ram­rod like 
at­ten­tion. He looked at his sis­ter’s lus­cious wa­ter­mel­ons, hes­it­ated a brief in­stant, 
and reached out his right hand.

 “Wow!” he said “They’re even nicer than I ever ima­gined. Even when I peeked at 
you in the shower that time, I never thought they were so nice!”

 There was no deny­ing that Melody had a per­fect pair. Pure white mel­ons, topped 
with dainty pink straw­ber­ries, and tiny maras­chino cher­ries for nipples.

 Cooped touched her left breast. The nipple quivered at his quest­ing hand. He 
grasped the en­tire melon.

 “Oh!” Melody ex­claimed. “That feels nice, Coop!” Bobby looked at him 
en­cour­agingly.

 “It’s OK, Coop. Give them a good feel. It’s time that you and your big sis­ter really 
got ac­quain­ted.”

 “Thanks, Bobby” Cooper said with a broad smile. “I al­ways thought you were one 
hell of a guy!”

 With that, he began to stroke Melody’s quiv­er­ing bosom with both hands, she 
oo­hing and aah­ing at the ten­der­ness of his touch.

 Har­mony re­mained si­lently in a corner, look­ing hor­ri­fied.

 “I can’t be­lieve this is really hap­pen­ing” she thought to her­self. “My sis­ter and 
my little brother!”

 Cooper pro­ceeded to move his hands down to Melody’s gently slop­ing belly.

 “Wow! You’ve got quite a bod, Sis!” he sighed out loud.

 His search­ing fin­gers found the curve of her hips, and he ran them across her 
curves like an ex­pert con­cert pi­an­ist. His fin­gers would probe at her boobies and nipples, 
and then dart sud­denly, sen­su­ously down to Melody’s slender waist, never dar­ing to reach 
be­low.

 “Come on! Don’t be afraid!” Bobby en­cour­aged him.

 Cooper let his fin­gers dart be­low the waist­band of Melody’s skin­tight jeans as 
his sis­ter squirmed with pleas­ure. He could only reach a little way in, so he un­buckled her 
belt from the front and loosened the snap. Melody quickly as­sisted him by pulling down her 
zip­per.

 “Come on in.” She cooed. “It’s warm in­side.” Cooper let his fin­gers slide down the 
back of his sis­ter’s pants un­til they reached the be­gin­ning of her bot­tom. It did feel warm,
he thought to him­self. His in­dex fin­ger lingered in the crack. Melody wriggled de­li­ri­ously.

 “Lower,” she cried.

 Cooper let his fin­gers dip lower, un­til he had gripped one su­premely firm round 
cheek in the palm of his hand. Melody quickly reached down and clasped his firm erec­tion in 
her del­ic­ate hand.

 “What have we here!” she said, with a fin­ger poin­ted in the dir­ec­tion of Cooper’s 
quiv­er­ing pole. Cooper squirmed with de­light as his sis­ter fingered his ex­plos­ive rod. As 
much as he had dreamed and hoped, he had never been felt by a girl be­fore, let alone one as
beau­ti­ful as Melody. She began to stroke him softly and gently. Cooper moaned in ec­stasy, 
still fin­ger­ing the del­ic­ate cheeks of his sis­ter’s shapely bot­tom. “Oh, fuck!” he sighed out
loud. “I can’t.”

 Melody squirmed as her brother’s hand played with her ass cheeks, un­til a new idea
emerged in her mind.

 “Don’t you think you’d have more fun if you put your hand in front?” she asked 
Cooper de­murely.

 Cooper blushed crim­son. His eyes glanced down at the floor. So did Melody’s, and 
what she saw was her brother’s gi­gantic erec­tion strain­ing in her hand. Cooper slowly, 
re­luct­antly re­moved his hand from the back part of Melody’s tight jeans and moved it to 
the front. He slowly rubbed the out­side of her jeans a mo­ment, un­til Bobby grabbed his 
hand and thrust it down the front of Melody’s panties.

 “Here! Now you can see what a real wo­man feels like” Bobby said good naturedly.

 Cooper felt the dark mass of furry pu­bic hair be­neath his fin­gers and al­most shot
his load then and there. His curi­ous fin­gers slowly moved over the vast ex­panse of wiry 
bush, un­til they at last ar­rived at the moist­ness between his sis­ter’s legs. A small drop of 
se­men ap­peared on the tip of Cooper’s stiff prick as Melody con­tin­ued, to squeeze it 
rhyth­mic­ally.

 “Oh, look at that!” Melody cried out in de­light.

 With that, she bent her knees, reached down with’ her lips and licked her brother’s 
randy rod clean.

 “OOOOOOOOOO­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­HHH!” Cooper shrieked, al­most go­ing 
through the ceil­ing. “That feels in­cred­ible! Do it again!”

 Melody quickly com­plied, bend­ing down again and this time tak­ing the en­tire 
head of Cooper’s stiff prick into her mouth. She felt an­other drop of se­men emerge from the
tip, and made a great show of lick­ing it off lust­ily and swal­low­ing it with a great gulp.

 “Ooh!” she ex­claimed. “ I bet there’s a whole lot more where that came from!” 
Cooper con­tin­ued to let his fin­gers probe the sur­face of his sis­ter’s pussy, feel­ing the 
bushy hair, and the moist crack between her legs. He reached his hand all the way down un­til
he could put his in­dex fin­ger a little way up her pleas­ure hole. It felt in­cred­ibly warm and 
wet, the kind of feel­ing he’d only dreamed of be­fore go­ing to sleep at night.

 Melody squirmed as his fin­ger moved up and down in her pussy. She rocked in 
place, and as she did, her pants came slowly slid­ing down to her knees, leav­ing her clad in 
only her skimpy panties.

 “I won’t be need­ing these” she sighed, quickly slip­ping her pants to the floor and 
cast­ing them aside.

 “Or these” she lust­ily ex­claimed, step­ping out of her panties, ex­pos­ing her 
rap­tur­ous na­ked­ness to the en­tire room. Har­mony stood in a corner avert­ing her eyes.

 “I just can’t be­lieve it!” she thought to her­self. “My little sis­ter, who I grew up 
with!” Bobby just stood there grin­ning in de­light at Cooper’s pleas­ure. He smiled over at 
Coop and Melody, pulling out his own stiff prick as he did and giv­ing it a few quick strokes.

 “Wow, Mel­lie” Melody was com­pletely na­ked now, and she wasted no time in 
pulling off Cooper’s jockey shorts, through which his lusty erec­tion had pre­vi­ously been 
peer­ing. She held his prick at arm’s length while Cooper fingered her salty slit. He was 
mov­ing his in­dex fin­ger in and out of his sis­ter’s hairy pussy while his other hand played 
with her ripe breasts.

 “Oh, Coop!” Melody sighed with de­sire. “Do it to me! It feels so good!” Cooper 
pro­ceeded to stick two fin­gers up his sis­ter’s wet, drenched pussy as she moaned louder 
and louder with pas­sion. Melody looked down and was swept with a wave of de­sire as she 
spied Cooper’s rampant prick.

 “Oh, look at you!” She ex­claimed.

 An­other drop of se­men had formed on the tip of Cooper’s ra­ging prick, and 
Melody quickly got down on her knees and took the head of her brother’s big or­gan in her 
mouth. She nimbly moved her mouth back and forth, lust­ily suck­ing her brother’s penis with
reck­less pas­sion. Cooper screamed as all of his cock van­ished into the far re­cesses of 
Melody’s prob­ing mouth.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” he cried. “Suck me, Mel­lie! Suck my cock!” Melody 
gasped as her brother’s enorm­ous tool went in and out. She could barely fit the huge head 
into her mouth, but she licked and sucked the tip un­til it was well lub­ric­ated and glowed 
from her saliva.

 With a su­preme ef­fort, she thrust half the length of Cooper’s hard rod down her 
throat, groan­ing with pleas­ure as his prick slid into her gul­let.

 Cooper felt as if he were a fire­works dis­play on the Fourth of July ready to 
ex­plode. His stiff cock was throb­bing up lar­ger than he had ever seen it.

 “Oh, Melody!” he sighed lust­ily. “Deeper!”

 “MMMMffffffffff!” said Melody, through a mouth­ful of red hot cock.

 She pulled out his prick and squeezed the tip.

 “Let it rest a minute, darling” she said. “Then I’ll make you come all over. You’ll come
like a river when I suck you off. Right, Bobby?”

 Bobby was look­ing long­ingly on, his stiff prick a pris­oner in his right hand. He had
also pulled his balls out of the fly of his pants, and they were hanging down pen­du­lously. He
gave his prick a few quick shakes, and glanced long­ingly over at Har­mony, who was 
stand­ing in a corner look­ing quietly as­ton­ished. He no­ticed that one hand had 
pro­ceeded to the out­side of her skirt, and was slowly strok­ing the area just out­side of her 
pussy.

 “Get­ting ideas?” Bobby asked her, slyly.

 Har­mony quickly with­drew her hand.

 “I did.”

 “No harm in be­ing horny!” Bobby said with a wicked grin light­ing up his face. “ 
Come on! Let’s be horny to­gether!” Har­mony looked at him with a hor­ri­fied gaze as he 
ap­proached her with his red hot stiff prick in hand.

 “Don’t come near me with that thing!” she cried. “I don’t even want to see it.” Bobby
quickly grasped the hand that Har­mony had been brush­ing lightly over her awaken­ing 
pussy and put it on his stiff hardon.

 “Here. Feel. It’s nice!” he said ten­derly. Har­mony felt his tre­mend­ous prick a 
mo­ment, and then squeezed it tightly. She was too busy watch­ing Cooper and Melody’-to 
pay much at­ten­tion.

 “Look at them!” she whispered. “How can she do that!” Melody was busily suck­ing 
on her brother’s stiff cock and rap­idly bring­ing him to a cli­max. Her mouth dar­ted in and 
out, tonguing, lick­ing, dart­ing, teas­ing, coax­ing the hot jism out of Cooper’s enorm­ous 
tool with every del­ic­ate stroke of her mouth.

 “Oh, Coop!” she sighed. “I’ve waited for this for so long!” She put her tongue to the 
small groove in the tip of Cooper’s prick and reamed it in and out. At the same time, her 
quest­ing fin­gers reached around to Cooper’s jost­ling be­hind, and she stuck a fin­ger into 
Cooper’s os­cil­lat­ing bot­tom.

 “Oh, oh, oh oh, oh!” he cried. “Press harder!” Melody, with her other hand, had a 
firm grip on her brother’s ample balls, and was rolling them in their sac, boun­cing them up 
and down with each stroke of her juicy mouth. She spit out his cock, stuck her tongue in the 
groove again, and pro­ceeded to lick and suck un­til Cooper was sure he couldn’t stand it 
any­more.

 “OH! I’m com­ing” he cried. “Suck! Suck hard!” He loved it.

 Melody let her brother’s ri­gid cock flop out of her mouth a mo­ment, and 
pro­ceeded to watch it dance and throb in the air.

 “Oh, suck me!” Cooper cried. “Please, Mel­lie! Don’t make me beg! I need you to 
suck me!”

 Melody laughed softly and looked up at her brother.

 “If it’s a suck­ing you want, then it’s a suck­ing you’ll get!” she said softly.

 She rap­idly closed her mouth over her brother’s enorm­ous tool, swal­low­ing as 
much as she could take. She gagged as his prick touched the back of her throat, but 
con­tin­ued to lust­ily suck his penis un­til he thought it would burst from the pleas­ure. 
Cooper had both hands on his sis­ter’s lus­cious breasts and squeezed them rhyth­mic­ally as 
she sucked him. He felt her tight erect nipples and pinched them sharply to edge her on.

 “OH, I’m com­ing” he cried, as he felt the sperm well up in his balls. “Drink me! Oh, 
drink me!”

 Melody quickly re­moved her mouth from her brother’s gasp­ing or­gan and 
en­gulfed it in her hands. She held’ it out in front of her mouth, strok­ing away at the mighty 
pole.

 “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Cooper cried, and with five or six quick spurts, spent his load into his 
sis­ter’s wait­ing mouth.

 _ She kept suck­ing on his soften­ing prick. She wanted to keep it hard in her 
mouth. Cooper loved the feel of her tongue lick­ing the piss slit.





CHAPTER THREE


Melody licked her lips and smiled. Her brother had col­lapsed back­ward with a sigh
of grate­ful pleas­ure as soon as he had come, and was ly­ing on the floor in an ec­stat­ic­ally 
con­ten­ted state. There was a drop of sperm still hanging from his now droop­ing prick, and 
Melody leaned over and gently licked it off. She had never seen her little brother look­ing so 
happy. A be­atific smile graced his face, and his closed eyes fore­told many linger­ing 
mo­ments of pleas­ant dreams. She reached up and felt her cheeks and chin. They were 
covered in her brother’s sticky sweet white come, and she licked her tongue in a circle around 
her lips to get as much of it as she could.

 “What fun!” Melody thought to her­self. “I never knew the little ras­cal had it in him!
Oh well. If it hadn’t been me, it would have been someone else!”

 She glanced up and saw Bobby and Har­mony still clenched tightly to­gether in a 
comer of the room. Har­mony was rub­bing and jerking Bobby’s stiff or­gan, while he in 
re­turn had his hands down her pants and was strok­ing her tender cunt. Her warm, moist lips
were quiv­er­ing un­der his touch.

 Har­mony’s face was set in a look of rap­ture, as her tender va­gina was 
ex­per­i­en­cing for the first time the de­light of a fin­ger stroke. Melody looked on with great
curi­os­ity.

 “How strange!” she thought. Here’s my boy­friend and my sis­ter get­ting it on in a 
comer, and I don’t even feel jeal­ous. Poor Har­mony! She’s so in­ex­per­i­enced!”

 Har­mony may have been lack­ing in ex­per­i­ence, but at Bobby’s hands she was 
rap­idly gain­ing a prac­tical edu­ca­tion. She moaned softly as his able fin­gers found her 
ma­gic but­ton, and sighed as Bobby thrust a fin­ger up her va­gina, play­ing with her clit all 
the while. And Bobby too seemed to be en­joy­ing him­self, and was pleased at the thought 
of de­flower­ing a vir­gin quim. He could feel the tight­ness with his fin­gers, and doubted 
very much as to whether even a tam­pon had pre­vi­ously pen­et­rated the in­ner sanc­tum 
of Har­mony’s del­ic­ate cunt.

 “But, wow, is this juicy” he thought, re­mov­ing his fin­gers for a mo­ment and 
lick­ing them. He quickly bent down and blew warm air through Har­mony’s skirt, dir­ectly 
over her pu­bic mound.

 Har­mony sighed aud­ibly, and kept her eyes screwed tightly shut. She felt a twinge 
of pleas­ure between her legs, and knew that it must be Bobby’s prob­ing mouth. She felt 
Bobby lift­ing up her long plaid skirt, and pulling her panties down to her ankles. Bobby then 
got down on his knees and, lift­ing Har­mony’s skirt, placed his head between her legs and 
lust­ily began to lick at the out­side of her pussy.

 “Her bush is just like Melody’s” he thought. “Maybe a little thicker. And she sure 
does have a nice clit. She must not have even ever played with it her­self!”

 He rolled her little but­ton like a marble in oil, as Har­mony squirmed be­neath his 
prob­ing tongue.

 “What a taste!” he thought to him­self. “Piss and pussy! I’ll have that for din­ner 
any­time!” His tongue probed ever in­ward un­til it felt the un­torn edges of Har­mony’s 
fra­gile maid­en­head.

 “This is go­ing to be ex­cit­ing! Wow! I haven’t had a vir­gin in years! And this one’s 
just dy­ing to be had!”

 Har­mony moaned un­der the gentle pres­sure of Bobby’s tongue. She was, 
in­deed, hav­ing a mar­vel­lous time. She had never ima­gined do­ing such things be­fore 
mar­riage, but the sight of Melody and Cooper had struck a lost chord between her thighs, 
and she was rap­idly car­ried away with the ex­cite­ment of Bobby’s ar­dent em­braces.

 “Oh, Bobby!” she thought to her­self. “I’ve wanted you for so long, had so many 
dreams about you, but you were al­ways Melody’s beau! I’ve been to every con­cert you’ve 
ever played, and when you play your cla­ri­net, it sends shivers up my spine! You must 
prac­tice the cla­ri­net a lot to be so good with your tongue!”

 Bobby was a good cla­ri­net­ist, in­deed, and had played for two years in the all 
state or­ches­tra. He prac­ticed for many hours each day, and his one ec­cent­ri­city was to 
prac­tice while sit­ting in the john.

 “There’s some­thing about sit­ting on the toi­let that’s good for con­cen­tra­tion, “ 
he would tell Melody again and again. “I get my best think­ing and my best prac­ti­cing done 
there.” Bobby had dreams of be­com­ing a pro­fes­sional cla­ri­net and sax­o­phone player, 
and was plan­ning on go­ing to the State Uni­ver­sity Mu­sic School after gradu­ation. But at 
the mo­ment, his only in­terest was in lust­ily lick­ing Har­mony’s pulsat­ing twat, as she 
writhed and moaned with ex­cite­ment.

 Cooper lay on the floor in a state of in­er­tia, get­ting off on the sights that were 
tak­ing place be­fore his eyes. He could see Bobby and Har­mony’s pas­sion mount­ing as 
they pet­ted in the comer, and Melody, still as na­ked as the day she was born, was strok­ing 
her clit softly as she looked on. Cooper looked down at his dwind­ling doodle and stroked it.

 “Quite a time, old boy!” he thought, send­ing tele­pathic mes­sages to his or­gan.

 His randy cock, as if hear­ing him, star­ted to grow again with ex­cite­ment as it 
be­held the lusty sights un­fold­ing in all parts of the room.

 “Hell!” Cooper thought. “This is bet­ter than jerking off over some old book 
any­time!” Melody was grow­ing hot­ter at the sight of her sis­ter’s mount­ing pas­sion. 
Bobby’s cock was out, and she could see it rising up and down between his knees as he licked 
Har­mony’s vir­gin pussy. Melody quickly strode over to where the couple was en­gaged in 
their pas­sion­ate em­brace, and, kiss­ing Har­mony lightly on the lips, she bent over and 
took Bobby’s stiff prick into her mouth.

 Bobby groaned with pleas­ure as he felt the warm mouth en­velop his doodle. He 
con­tin­ued to lick Har­mony’s hot pussy as she moaned with pleas­ure and the pas­sion of a 
com­pletely new ex­per­i­ence.

 “Ah­h­h­hhh!” Har­mony moaned. “That feels sooooo good!” Bobby’s re­sponse 
was to lick still harder, let­ting his tongue dart from Har­mony’s bud like clit­oris to the large 
and then the small lips of her gap­ing pussy, paus­ing only to catch his breath.

 “Mmfffff!” he snorted, as he mo­ment­ar­ily came up for air. His mouth was full of 
the salty taste of pussy, and he was thrilled by the lugubri­ous wet­ness of Har­mony’s vir­gin 
slit.

 Melody was lick­ing and suck­ing away at his prick all the while, feel­ing more 
ex­cited as his stiff pole be­came thicker and thicker as the blood rushed into his spongy 
tis­sues. She licked her tongue all around the head, and this seemed to drive Bobby to a 
frenzy of pas­sion that he never would have thought pos­sible, as he rap­idly ran his tongue 
in and out of Har­mony’s well lub­ric­ated hole.

 “Hey!” Bobby said sud­denly, pulling his head out from un­der Har­mony’s skirt. 
“How about tak­ing off some of these clothes!”

 Har­mony blushed, half from em­bar­rass­ment and half from ex­cite­ment.

 Melody quickly caught her dis­com­fort.

 “It’s o.k. darling” she said with a know­ing smile. “Every­body has a first time. It’s 
usu­ally a little scary, but once the hard part is over, there’s noth­ing but fun! Come on, silly 
girl! Take off your skirt and panties!”

 Har­mony bash­fully began to com­ply. She loosened the belt to her long, plaid 
skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her legs were thin but shapely, and there were a few dainty 
wisps of del­ic­ate hair pok­ing out the sides of her panties.

 “Come on! Don’t be shy!” Bobby gave her a kind, know­ing smile.

 “There’s no reason to be em­bar­rassed!” Melody ad­ded in. “I’ve seen you na­ked a
thou­sand times be­fore. Come on. Show Bobby your beau­ti­ful body. He’ll think it’s 
beau­ti­ful too!”

 Har­mony gave an em­bar­rassed glance over to the spot on the floor where 
Cooper was ly­ing, slowly strok­ing his cock.

 “Does he have to see too?” she asked meekly. Cooper smiled sweetly.

 “It’s noth­ing I haven’t seen be­fore!” he gaily said. “Re­mem­ber when I drilled the 
pee­p­h­ole in the shower? I saw you then! And re­mem­ber when I used to hold my little 
mir­ror un­der your door when you were get­ting dressed. My cock throbbed.”

 “Oh, you beast!” Har­mony ex­claimed. “Well, if you’ve seen it be­fore, you might as 
well see it again!” she ex­claimed, quickly pulling off her panties to re­veal a well shaped hairy 
brown bush.

 “See!” she said with a lewd ex­pres­sion, pulling open her cunt lips so that Cooper 
could see everything.

 Cooper was clearly de­lighted.

 “Wow!” he said. “I have the best two sis­ters in the whole world!” He looked at 
Har­mony with a new found las­ci­vi­ous­ness.

 “Hey!” he said. “Let me give you a lick­ing, too!” Be­fore Har­mony could re­spond, 
Coop was on his knees be­fore her and had bur­ied his tongue in her del­ic­ate cunt flesh. At 
first, Har­mony tried to de­murely push him away, but her prot­est­a­tions soon be­came 
meek in the light of her pleas­ure.

 “Oh­hhh!” Har­mony moaned, as her brother’s writh­ing tongue danced 
somer­saults across her clit­oris.

 “Lower! Lower!”

 Cooper quickly com­plied, dir­ect­ing his tongue to the pout­ing puffed up lips of 
his sis­ter’s gap­ing pussy. He mas­saged her clit with his fin­gers as his nimble young tongue 
danced in and out of his sis­ter’s vir­gin va­gina. Quickly, he placed one fin­ger up her slit, as 
Har­mony moaned at the entry to her tight chan­nel.

 Bobby had been an in­ter­ested spec­tator all this time, but now he boldly strode 
over to Har­mony and pried apart the del­ic­ate look­ing cheeks to her tender young 
sev­en­teen year old bot­tom. He squeezed her cheeks rhyth­mic­ally for a few mo­ments, as 
Har­mony writhed and moaned un­der her brother’s nimble cunt lick­ing.

 She loved it.

 “Here!” Bobby said, sud­denly ar­riv­ing at a bril­liant idea. “Lets make a sand­wich!”
So say­ing, he dropped down on his knees be­hind Har­mony, and, pry­ing her cheeks apart 
with his hands, he began to lust­ily lick her as­shole.

 “OH­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­HHH!” Har­mony cried at the first touch of his 
tongue.

 “Whoa!” said Bobby. “I’d bet­ter go slow! Any more of that and we’ll have to peel 
her off the ceil­ing!”

 He then began to gently lick the out­side of her but­tocks, start­ing with the top of 
her crack and work­ing down­wards, squeez­ing her cheeks softly as he did so.

 “Is that bet­ter?” he asked.

 “Yeeeesssssss!” said Har­mony, through a wave of pleas­ure.

 Bobby then in­tens­i­fied his bot­tom lick­ing, mak­ing a per­fect sand­wich of 
Har­mony as Cooper lapped away at her cunt.

 “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Har­mony moaned. “Stop!” Cooper quickly looked up.

 “I think she’s gonna come!” he quickly said to Bobby.

 “Well? Are you? Bobby anxiously asked her.

 “I don’t know what you’re talk­ing about!” Har­mony shyly ex­claimed.

 “Jeez!” said Cooper, with a curi­ous look on his face. “I guess she never came 
be­fore!”

 “I don’t be­lieve it!” chimed in Melody. Re­mem­ber when I was thir­teen and you 
were four­teen and we used to play with each other’s pussies in bed at night, after every­one 
was asleep?”

 “Hush!” said Har­mony, nervously. “You prom­ised that you’d never tell!”

 “It’s all right now!” Melody said with a wink. “We were very young then. Most girls 
do it. All my girl­friends do!” Har­mony looked at her sis­ter shyly. “I re­mem­ber how good it 
felt when you stuck your fin­ger into my thing and tickled it.” she re­spon­ded. “And it felt 
really good when you kissed my little bub­bies!”

 “But did you come?” Melody anxiously in­quired.

 “I don’t know what you’re talk­ing about.” Har­mony said shyly. “Really, I don’t!”

 “We’ll soon see about that!” Melody said with a wry smile. “Lick her, boys!” Bobby 
and Cooper quickly set about their lusty task with un­in­hib­ited glee, lick­ing her from front 
to back. Har­mony moaned with ex­cite­ment as her pas­sion quickly moun­ted un­der the 
grace­ful caresses of the boys’ youth­ful tongues.

 “Ah! Oh! OOH!” she cried. “That feels soooooo good!” Cooper’s smooth hand­some 
face was covered with his sis­ter’s sticky juices, and he stuck out his tongue and licked 
him­self joy­fully at the feel­ing.

 He loved it.

 “I’ll say!” Bobby ad­ded joy­ously.

 Har­mony seemed caught up in all the ex­cite­ment.

 “Don’t stop!” she cried. “It feels so good.”

 “She’s gonna come!” Bobby said las­ci­vi­ously.

 Melody licked her lips in de­light at her sis­ter’s pleas­ure.

 “Oh let me have her!” she squealed joy­ously. “I want to give her her first or­gasm!” 
She looked ten­derly over at her sis­ter.

 “Can I suck you, darling?” Melody asked plaint­ively.

 Har­mony just looked at her with her eyes wide open and a plead­ing look across 
her face.

 Melody quickly pushed Cooper aside from Har­mony’s now gap­ing pussy and 
quickly took his place. Har­mony squealed with de­light at the first touch of her sis­ter’s 
tongue, as Bobby con­tin­ued to lick at her but­tocks.

 “Ahr! Oh! Ahr! Ohh!” she cried.

 “Just let it feel good, sweet!” Melody said ten­derly. “Let it come!” Har­mony 
con­tin­ued to writhe and moan.

 “Please, please let me have it!” Melody urged her sis­ter. “I want your come!”

 “Let her drink you!” Bobby urged, con­tinu­ing to lick her cheeks.

 Cooper just stood watch­ing in amazement.

 “Oh! Ahr! Oh!” Har­mony cried. I feel it!! I feel it COM­ING!”

 “Let it go!” Melody urged her sis­ter. “Let me have it all! I want to drink you all!” 
Har­mony shuddered with wild aban­don and felt as she Lad never felt be­fore.

 Her en­tire body quivered with de­light at the nu­bile pres­sure of her younger 
sis­ter’s tongue tick­ling her clit­oris, while her fin­ger un­du­lated up and down in her slit.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” Har­mony shook and 
shuddered as her en­tire body was gripped with pleas­ure. Her hips rocked back and forth as 
Bobby and Melody licked and sucked and fingered her to the most in­cred­ible thun­der­ing 
or­gasm that any of them could ima­gine. Har­mony’s juices were like a ra­ging river burst­ing
at the seams, and they flowed freely, cov­er­ing Melody and Bobby with warm wet pussy milk.

 Cooper stood with a broad grin creas­ing his young face. His prick was stiff, and he 
held it in his hand just like a ma­gic wand. He was de­lighted at what had just taken place 
be­fore his very eyes.

 “Hot damn!” he thought to him­self. “The poor girl never comes be­fore and now 
she comes like a river all over Melody and just about everything.”

 Har­mony just stood there, with her eyes screwed tightly shut, gasp­ing for breath. 
She moaned and panted softly as her new found pleas­ure slowly sub­sided. Bobby and 
Melody con­tin­ued to lick her softly, subtly , as they know­ingly smiled up at her, wait­ing for
a re­sponse.

 Har­mony blinked a few times and then quickly opened her eyes.

 “Wh-what happened?” she faintly asked.

 “You came, darling! That’s what happened!” Melody said lov­ingly.

 “How did you like it?” Bobby ten­derly asked her, softly strok­ing her firm be­hind.

 “I-I-I don’t know--” Har­mony looked at him with a shy and con­fused ex­pres­sion.

 “Didn’t it feel nice and creamy?” Melody cued her.

 “Yes!” Har­mony said quickly. “ I I-don’t know quite how to de­scribe it!” Melody 
gave her a lov­ing glance.

 “How did my tongue feel on your but­ton?” She quickly asked.

 “All smooth and milky!” Har­mony re­spon­ded. “Like a little cat was lick­ing me all 
over. It felt so won­der­ful. Oh, I don’t know what to say! Oh! Thank you! Thank you! I never 
ima­gined it could feel so good! You are the most darling sis­ter in the whole world!”

 “Oh, it was my pleas­ure!” Melody said with a happy grin.

 “And mine!” said Bobby, still strok­ing the cheeks of Har­mony’s tender bot­tom.

 “And how!” Cooper chimed in. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen any­body hav­ing so 
much fun!”

 Har­mony looked at them all with a sense of con­tent­ment.

 “It was WON­DER­FUL!” she said, hap­pily. Thank you all so very very much I never 
dreamed it could be so much fun!” Melody looked hap­pily over at her sis­ter.

 “The fun is just be­gin­ning!” she said with un­in­hib­ited glee. “There’s lots more 
that Bobby and I can teach you!”

 “Hey!” Cooper chimed in. “Don’t for­get me!”

 “We wouldn’t dream of it!” Bobby said, with a wicked grin creas­ing his boy­ishly 
hand­some fea­tures.

 “I don’t know about you, ace, but I feel just about ready for an­other round!” 
Cooper looked lust­ily at his sis­ters.

 “Melody, how about show­ing your kid brother a few new wrinkles!” Bobby asked 
boldly.

 Melody looked over to where her little brother was stand­ing, his stiff prick 
bob­bing up to his na­vel. She quickly walked over to him and took his enorm­ous or­gan in 
her tiny hand. She loved the way that it felt, and the way that it throbbed.

 “We’ll see if we can teach this young ras­cal a few new tricks!” she lust­ily 
ex­claimed.

 She then pro­ceeded to get down on her knees and take Coopers enorm­ous tool 
into her hot young mouth once again. This time, she began slowly, at first just touch­ing her 
tongue to the head, let­ting it dart up and down the ridge and into the tiny groove at the tip.

 “ AH­H­H­H­HHH!” Cooper cried in ex­cite­ment.

 “Slow down!” Melody com­manded. “You’re not in a hurry, are you?”

 “Hell, no!” Cooper re­spon­ded. “You can suck me any way you like!” Melody then 
pro­ceeded to take the en­tire head of Cooper’s tre­mend­ous young prick into her hot sweet
young mouth, rolling her tongue back and forth across the groove, and rock­ing the tip back 
and forth. Cooper groaned with pleas­ure, as he grew hot­ter and hot­ter from his sis­ter’s 
del­ic­ate lin­gual pres­sure.

 “Oh,” he cried. That feels just right!”

 And it did.

 Har­mony was look­ing on with rapt curi­os­ity.

 “I won­der what that feels like!” she whispered softly to Bobby.

 “What what feels like?” Bobby asked her ques­tion­ingly.

 “Well-you know.” Har­mony replied. “To have someone’s or­gan in your mouth.”

 “Well-” Bobby grinned, fin­ger­ing his now shrunken doodle. “Why don’t you give it 
a try!”

 “Oh, I couldn’t!” Har­mony de­murely re­spon­ded. “I just couldn’t!”

 “I guar­an­tee you, it’s done even by the most re­spect­able men and wo­men 
nowadays!” Bobby said with a little laugh. “Here. Try it. Just kiss it at first. Then you can do 
any­thing you feel like! It’s all right if you feel a little bit shy. Most girls are, the first time they 
suck a cock. After a little bit of prac­tice, I’m sure it will feel like you’ve been do­ing it for 
years!” Har­mony looked at him shyly. “Well, all right.” she said. “I’ll try.” She lov­ingly took his 
soft penis into her hand and rubbed it a few times.

 “Look!” she said with a sense of genu­ine alarm. “It’s get­ting!” Bobby said, 
laugh­ing. “How do you think it would ever fit into a tight little pussy if it didn’t get hard?”

 Melody gave his prick a few more shakes.

 “Go on! Give it a kiss! Don’t be afraid. It’s a per­fectly nat­ural thing. Even the 
mon­keys do it!” Bobby looked at her en­cour­agingly.

 Har­mony gave a nervous little glance over in the dir­ec­tion of where Melody was 
now lust­ily suck­ing Cooper’s tre­mend­ous erec­tion.

 “O.K.” she said with a sexy little smile that let Bobby know he had a rare treat in 
store.

 Har­mony slowly bent down and, giv­ing her pussy a few del­ic­ate strokes with one
hand, began to smother Bobby’s tiny or­gan with soft, tender kisses.

 “That’s right!” Bobby said. “Just kiss it at first.” Har­mony kissed the tip, and then, 
with a swift mo­tion, began to lick Bobby’s shaft. It began to slowly grow in length and 
thick­ness at her del­ic­ate pres­sure.

 “Now try the balls!” Bobby quickly sug­ges­ted. Har­mony reached her head down 
farther and began to kiss Bobby’s firm, round bag. She licked slowly, ten­derly, as she weighed
his heavy stones in the palm of one hand.

 She then at­temp­ted “-and al­most suc­ceeded in fit­ting Bobby’s en­tire sac into 
her tiny mouth.

 Bobby let out a gasp.

 “Oh­h­h­hhh!” he moaned. “That feels in­cred­ible! Do it some more!”

 “It feels good next to my tongue!” Har­mony shyly com­men­ted. She con­tin­ued 
to lick and kiss Bobby’s balls, as he moaned with de­light. Every few mo­ments, she would 
stop to plant a hasty kiss on the head of his prick, but seemed re­luct­ant to take it into her 
mouth. She squeezed the shaft with one hand, while hold­ing Bobby’s bal­locks in the other, 
softly lick­ing and kiss­ing all the while.

 “Ah­h­h­h­hhr!” Bobby cried with de­light. “See how big you’re mak­ing it get!”

 “It is nice!” Har­mony replied. “You have a nice penis, Bobby!”

 “Bobby looked down at her. “Why don’t you say prick!” he said. “It’s much more 
ro­mantic!”

 “I guess I’m just not used to it.” Har­mony replied. “We al­ways used the proper 
words.

 “Your sis­ter learned quickly enough,” Bobby said, laugh­ing out loud. “Here. Try it. 
Say prick. Cock. Pole. Pecker..”

 “Prick!” Har­mony shyly re­spon­ded. “It’s a nice word. Now I’ll kiss it some more!” 
With that, she re­turned to her pleas­ur­able task, lick­ing and kiss­ing the head of Bobby’s 
stiff­en­ing or­gan un­til he could stand it no more.

 “Oh! Don’t tease me!” He cried. “Put it in your mouth!” Har­mony looked up at him 
shyly, got up a second, and then kissed Bobby full on the lips. SMACK! “All right, darling,” she 
said, shyly. “I’ll do any­thing you like.” With that, she bent down again and began to suck 
Bobby’s cock, shyly and gently at first, with timid little sucks at the head, and then pla­cing 
more and more of Iris thick young or­gan into her mouth.

 “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she moaned into Iris randy young cock, send­ing 
shivers up Bobby’s spine. Bobby groaned with pleas­ure as Har­mony’s vir­gin mouth moved 
back and forth on his by now huge prick. For a mo­ment, it felt strangely like Melody who was
suckin him. “Ha! I guess tal­ent must run in the fam­ily!” Bobby thought to him­self with a 
smile.

 Melody and Cooper were lost in their own world off in a dis­tant comer, she still 
lust­ily suck­ing his hot young or­gan for all she was worth. Cooper groaned with each new 
stroke, as the come welled up in his balls for the third time in the span of a few hours.

 Melody looked up at him.

 “How would you like to put it in?” she asked.

 Cooper looked at her without the slight­est bit of hes­it­a­tion. “You may be my big 
sis­ter, but you’re one sexy doll!” he said mas­ter­fully. “Come on lie down on the floor.” 
Melody looked at him quiz­zically. “Is this your first time?” she in­quired. Cooper looked at her
bash­fully. “I don’t have to tell you nothin’!” he ex­claimed.

 “Oh, don’t you, Mr. Smar­typants!” Melody said in right­eous in­dig­na­tion.

 “Well, o.k.,” Cooper said. “I’ve never done it be­fore, but I’ve read a lot about it and I 
sure as shootin’ bet I’ll make you happy.”

 “We’ll see about that!” Melody said with a lusty look. She then pro­ceeded to give 
Cooper’s huge prick a quick but ef­fi­cient suck­ing, un­til she was sure it had ar­rived at its 
max­imum pos­sible di­men­sions.

 “All right, pre­cious little brother!” she said with a sexy come and get it smile. “Let’s.”
Melody quickly lay down on her back on the floor, and spread her legs wide open, let­ting her
cunt lips fall apart and her stiff little clit peer up at Cooper’s throb­bing stiff­stander.

 Cooper bent over and planted a good wet kiss on her open pussy.

 “That’s for you,” he said with a flour­ish. He then pro­ceeded up­wards to her neck 
and breasts, lick­ing and suck­ing his way un­til he had ar­rived at Melody’s lus­cious young 
nipples. He began to suck on her right breast, cov­er­ing the wide pink nipple with his mouth, 
while his nimble tongue squirmed back and forth over her cap­tive nipple.

 “Oooooooooh!” Melody cried. “Suck my bub­bies!” Cooper then turned his 
at­ten­tion to the other breast, lick­ing and suck­ing while his hand cupped her already 
drip­ping pussy. He felt her clit and Melody gave out a little squeal and reached over to 
squeeze Coopers throb­bing erec­tion. Quickly, Cooper turned his body around so that his 
prick was within easy reach of his sis­ter’s gasp­ing mouth, while at the same time, he could 
reach his tongue to tickle her clit and the in­ner­most re­cesses of her pussy. Cooper and 
Melody grasped each other’s but­tocks with their hands and wrapped their arms around each 
other as they lust­ily sucked away at each other’s gen­it­als. They took de­light at the soft 
squish­ing lap­ping sounds they made as they sucked each other, lov­ingly, long­ingly, 
lust­fully and las­ci­vi­ously. To­gether they formed a beast with two backs, writh­ing and 
un­du­lat­ing to their own un­heard mu­sic, the mu­sic that had driven men and wo­men to 
seek each other out since the dawn of man­kind, but each in their own way tak­ing curi­ous 
de­light in the fact that they were sis­ter and brother, two hatched from the same nest, 
en­gaged in the most de­light­ful per­ver­sions that any­one could think of.

 Melody groaned with ex­cite­ment as she con­tin­ued to such Coopers stiff prick. 
His mouth on her pussy felt like heaven. Quickly, she licked her in­dex fin­ger and stuck it 
between the crack of his nether cheeks, find­ing her way to his tight chan­nel. Cooper 
groaned loudly as Iris sis­ter’s greased fin­ger slid up into the in­ner re­cesses of his as­shole. 
He licked his own fin­gers and thought it would be a splen­did idea if he could re­turn the 
fa­vor, and so he stuck two fin­gers up Melody’s wet soft pussy while con­tinu­ing to lick 
wildly at her clit. With his other hand free, he then took a fin­ger and swiftly glided it between 
her cheeks. He pried the soft fleshy cheeks of her bot­tom apart and looked ad­mir­ingly at 
the del­ic­ate bud con­tained within. He touched it with his fin­ger. It seemed as if it would be
in­cred­ibly tight. Cooper pressed harder. He felt her tiny as­shole give way as half his fin­ger 
dis­ap­peared . in­side. He wriggled his fin­ger around as Melody twis­ted and squirmed 
be­side him. Cooper con­tin­ued to lick at her pussy and Melody kept on with her lusty 
cock­suck­ing as each danced a fin­ger in the other’s bot­tom.

 “Are you ready?” Melody anxiously in­quired.

 “Oh­h­h­hhh!’ Cooper replied, pulling his mouth away from her soak­ing wet pussy.

 “Well, come on!” Melody urged him. “I have a hot wet pussy just wait­ing for you to 
fuck it!”

 Cooper needed no fur­ther in­vit­a­tion. He quickly pulled his mouth away from 
Melody’s steam­ing pussy and re­versed his dir­ec­tion. Melody’s twat was like a gap­ing 
wel­com­ing party and his stiff prick nod­ded in it’s dir­ec­tion .

 “Do it slowly!” Melody urged him. “It will be much more fun that way.” Cooper 
ad­jus­ted his prick so that it was just out­side of Melody’s torch­ing va­gina. He res­ted on 
his el­bows and kissed her once lightly on the lips.

 “Here I come!” he said. “Ready or not!” Melody was more than ready. She lay 
im­pa­tiently as Cooper touched the head of his throb­bing or­gan to the be­gin­nings of her
tender pussy­flesh.

 “Oh­h­hhh! Stick it in!” she begged. Melody’s pu­bic hair was moist with 
ex­cite­ment, and every time her brother’s prick brushed against it, it felt as if it was stand­ing 
on end.

 Cooper, too, was quiv­er­ing with an­ti­cip­a­tion, as his ri­gid rod stood ra­ging at 
the portals of his sis­ter’s wo­man­hood. He slowly, ec­stat­ic­ally edged his cock into his 
sis­ter’s tight wet pussy­hole, feel­ing every cen­ti­meter of pleas­ure as he slid up her milky 
warm tube.

 “Oh­h­h­h­hhr!” Melody sighed ‘as Cooper’s prick slid up her. “Put it in farther!” 
Cooper eagerly com­plied with her re­quest, slowly slip­ping his prick up his sis­ter’s slimy 
hole un­til it reached the end of the cham­ber.

 “Oh, Cooper!” Melody long­ingly sighed. “I never real­ized you were so big! You’re 
filling all of me! Can you feel me?”

 “Yesssssss!” hissed Cooper through clenched teeth. He was just so thrilled by the 
great ex­per­i­ence of ac­tu­ally be­ing up a cunt that he was afraid that he would come 
im­me­di­ately, if not sooner.

 “Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!” Melody cried out in ec­stasy. Cooper with­drew his prick, 
slowly and stead­ily, un­til it res­ted just out­side Melody’s cunt. He then slammed in rap­idly 
and took great de­light as Melody gasped for breath. He was as­ton­ished that such things 
were tak­ing place, but the nat­ural ex­uber­ance of his four­teen tender years was more than
enough to keep him from grow­ing too as­ton­ished. It was all new to Cooper, a strange new 
world full of earthly de­lights. He never in his wild­est fantas­ies would have dreamed that 
such things were pos­sible. Why, only that morn­ing, the most ex­cit­ing thing on his mind 
had been a closet full of por­no­graphy that he had ac­ci­dent­ally dis­covered, and now here
he was with his stiff prick bur­ied to the hilt in his sexy sis­ter. Cooper began a slow strok­ing 
mo­tion. He knew in­stinct­ively what to do to please a wo­man, and the wo­man be­neath 
him was quite ob­vi­ously be­ing pleased. Melody grunted and groaned with ex­cite­ment as 
Cooper kept up the pace.

 “Oh, Coop!” she cried. “Do it deeper! Harder!” Cooper was more than de­lighted to 
com­ply with her every wish.

 “Oh sis!” he sighed in in­cred­ible pas­sion. “You feel so warm and wet in­side. So 
sticky!”

 “I just love the way that you feel. It’s great.” Cooper reached his hand down so that 
he could tickle Melody’s clit while his prick stroked away at her.

 Melody felt like her but­ton had a life of its own, as it throbbed and gasped at the 
touch of her little brother’s fin­ger.

 His cock throbbed.

 “Oh­h­hhh!” she cried. “That feels so good.”

 “Oh fuck me!” Cooper lust­ily replied.

 “Yes! Yes!” she gasped.

 He quickened his pace and Melody moved her ass and hips rhyth­mic­ally up and 
down, as their pas­sion grew hot­ter and hot­ter with each new stroke.

 “Fuck, Oh fuck!... “ Cooper lust­ily cried. “I feel like I’m gonna come in­side you any 
minute now!”

 “Oh, come! Please come!” Melody urged him. “I’ll come with you!” Cooper 
quickened his stroke as he felt Melody’s hot pussy squeez­ing and clench­ing his throb­bing 
mem­ber. He felt car­ried away, like he was strok­ing a mile a minute, and his sis­ter’s 
ex­per­i­enced glory­hole squeezed and clipped his stiff prick with every thrust.

 Melody reached down and in­ser­ted a fin­ger into Cooper’s as­s­cheeks once 
again, and this only had the ef­fect of hav­ing Cooper quicken his pace in a rhythm that 
Melody would have thought im­possible. She worked her fin­ger around un­til it was 
touch­ing Cooper’s tender bum­hole, and then stuck it in, all the way to the knuckle. Cooper 
screamed in de­light, and wrapped both his hands around Melody’s tender breasts. He then 
reached down to her bot­tom, and grabbing both cheeks, lif­ted her high in the air. He kept 
up his Her­culean thrusts as Melody’s throb­bing fin­ger up his as­shole urged him on to 
greater heights of glory. Melody then took her free hand and used it to squeeze Cooper’s 
large balls, and he al­most ex­ploded right then and there.

 “Oh! Stop!” he cried. “I’m gonna come” Melody only stuck her fin­ger in fur­ther, 
un­til the en­tire fin­ger was bur­ied in Cooper’s gasp­ing bot­tom. He con­tin­ued thrust­ing 
for all he was worth, as the hot boil­ing come welled up in his balls wait­ing to burst forth.

 “Kiss me!” Melody gasped, breath­lessly.

 Cooper quickly placed his lips to his sis­ters, and Melody re­war­ded him with a wet 
french kiss, full of tongue and saliva. Her tongue writhed in Cooper’s mouth, touch­ing his 
teeth and gums and tongue and throat, dart­ing play­fully back and forth with a ra­ging 
pas­sion.

 Faster and faster they humped to glory, mouths and groins glued to­gether as if 
noth­ing short of an atomic ex­plo­sion could pull them apart.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh! “Melody cried out. “I’m go­ing to come. Oh, come with me, 
Cooper, my darling. Shoot your beau­ti­ful load of sperm right up my cunt! Oh, give me your 
come! I want you to come in me! Let it go!” Cooper needed no fur­ther ur­ging, as his sperm 
was welling up in his balls and felt ready to ex­plode. His strokes be­came swifter and swifter, 
as his tongue dar­ted in and out of Melody’s mouth like a but­ter­fly.

 “HHH!” he cried. “Here it comes! Here comes my sperm!”

 “Give it to me!” cried Melody, in ec­stasy.

 “Give it all to me!” quick glance down at his sis­ter’s na­ked beau­ti­ful body was all 
he needed. His prick felt like it was be­ing squeezed in a soft and fiery pit of quick­sil­ver, and 
with a yell and a whoop, he let his sperm shoot all the way up to his sis­ters womb! “oh! Oh! 
Oh! Oh Oh! Oh! Oh!” he cried, as the jets of jism forced their way up Melody’s pant­ing 
va­gina.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhr! Oh­h­h­h­hhr” Melody gasped, as she was seized with her 
own heav­enly spasms. Her cunt gripped Cooper’s prick like a glove with each spasm of her 
com­ing, tak­ing the sperm out of his ra­ging cock like a milk­ing ma­chine. The squeez­ing 
of her cunt made it more ex­cit­ing.

 Cooper gave a last enorm­ous sigh and gasp, and col­lapsed in ex­haus­tion on top 
of his quiv­er­ing, shak­ing sis­ter. Melody’s tremors had not yet sub­sided.

 Her body was one mass of ex­cited flesh and she shook and panted all over, as the 
moist­ness from their com­bined juices slowly leaked their way out from her soak­ing wet 
pussy. Melody let out a con­ten­ted sigh. She reached her fin­ger down to her pussy and felt 
the awe­some col­lec­tion of juices that was rest­ing there. She took a fin­ger­ful of 
com­bined cock and pussy juices and brought it up to her mouth. It tasted de­li­cious, just the
right com­bin­a­tion of sweet­ness and salt­i­ness.

 Melody wished to her­self that she could reach down with her tongue and drink it 
all. She took an­other fin­ger­ful of love juices and rubbed all over her lips again. How she 
loved the taste! Cooper was rest­ing com­fort­ably above her, like a babe in her arms. She 
reached down for an­other few drops of love juice, and rubbed a bit on his well shaped 
bot­tom. Cooper let out a small sigh at the de­li­cious feel­ing of wet­ness. Melody then took 
an­other few drops and rubbed it on his lips. Cooper’s tongue came out like a cats to lick it 
off. He sighed with pleas­ure.

 He said, “that was quite a fuck­ing!”

 “It sure was!” Melody hast­ily agreed. “Quite a fuck­ing!” She reached up and kissed 
her little brother ten­derly on the lips She then looked over to the comer o the room where 
her sis­ter Har­mony was still busily, shyly suck­ing away at Bobby’s erect cock.

 “Well, would you look at them!’ !!” she whispered to Cooper.

 “Shy little Har­mony is suck­ing my boy­friend’s cock like there was no to­mor­row!”
Har­mony and Bobby did in­deed ap­pear to be hav­ing a good time. Har­mony had half of 
Bobby’s cock up her mouth, and was lust­ily suck­ing away at his bold erec­tion. She made 
quiet little groan­ing noises of pleas­ure as she sucked away, and Bobby softly moaned in 
pleas­ure. Har­mony had taken her thick tor­toise shell glasses off, and they were ly­ing on 
the floor next to her. Bobby was reach­ing down to squeeze her tiny boobs through her 
sweater, and he had one hand be­neath her bra, and was play­ing with a nipple. Clearly, they 
were hav­ing a won­der­ful time! Bobby grunted and groaned at the won­der of Har­mony’s 
del­ic­ate lin­gual pres­sure. Her Ups were like soft fire as she pressed and sucked with the 
aptitude of a vet­eran cock­sucker, des­pite her in­ex­per­i­ence.

 “Oh!” Bobby moaned. “It feels like heaven! Keep right on do­ing what you’re do­ing,
sweet!”

 This only made Har­mony quicken her strokes, as Bobby looked long­ingly down at 
her. He con­tin­ued to play with her well formed nipples, as he hiked up her sweater and 
blouse. Har­mony let out a little sigh, as she felt Bobby’s fin­gers squeez­ing her del­ic­ate 
breast­flesh.

 “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried, through Bobby’s now gi­gantic erec­tion. Bobby 
con­tin­ued to reach down and stroke her breasts and belly, whis­per­ing lov­ing 
en­dear­ments as he did.

 “That feels so good, love!” he whispered.

 Har­mony gripped Bobby’s huge balls in the palm of one hand, strok­ing gently as 
she did.

 She rubbed first one ball, and then the other up and down, and, re­lin­quish­ing his 
prick for a mo­ment, licked each ball in turn, and then at­temp­ted to take the en­tire 
bal­locks in her soft, tiny mouth. She didn’t en­tirely suc­ceed, but what ball­flesh she did 
man­age to fit into her mouth was enough to give Bobby enorm­ous pleas­ure.

 Har­mony al­tern­ately licked and sucked at Bobby’s balls, tak­ing great de­light at 
his loud moans of pleas­ure.

 “Oh, suck my balls, love!” he cried. “Suck them in! It feels so nice, what you’re 
do­ing!” Har­mony then re­dir­ec­ted her at­ten­tion to Bobby’s enorm­ous throb­bing prick. 
Bobby’s tool had in­deed grown huge from her suck­ing and hand­ling, and was stand­ing 
straight up like a flag­pole. He groaned as Har­mony again put her shiel­ded lips over the 
head.

 “That’s it!” Bobby said anxiously. “Suck me. Suck the head of my stiff prick! Oh, suck 
me love! Suck me!”

 Har­mony kept up at her eager task, as first gently suck­ing on the head alone, and 
then slowly tak­ing more and more of Bobby’s stiff or­gan into her hot young mouth.

 Melody and Cooper were by now fully re­covered, and look­ing curi­ously on. It 
seemed strange to Melody that her shy older sis­ter, who had never shown the least in­terest 
in the op­pos­ite sex, should now be so lust­ily suck­ing her boy­friend’s penis not ten feet 
away.

 “Wow!” Cooper said, long­ingly. “Look at her suck him! I never would have thought 
of Har­mony had it in her! She’s really hav­ing a great old time!”

 “Hush!” said Melody, de­murely. “You just let her en­joy her­self. She’s been stor­ing
up her juices all these years, and now she’s just go­ing to have to let them all out!”

 “I still don’t be­lieve it!” Cooper said with a grin. “Who would have ever thought that
things like this could hap­pen right here in Kan­sas City!”

 Har­mony con­tin­ued to suck away thirstily at Bobby’s massive or­gan, mov­ing 
back and forth in a sinu­ous rhythm. “He’s gonna come soon!” Cooper whispered to Melody. 
“Look at the way his be­hind is rockin’ back and forth. He’s gonna shoot all his juices right in 
ol’ Har­mony’s mouth, and won’t she be sur­prised!”

 Melody licked her Ups and smiled.

 “I’m sure he’ll be de­li­cious!” She said with a know­ing look. “He al­ways is. I love to
suck Bobby. His jizm is al­ways so sweet! It’s like drink­ing milk from the bottle! And he 
al­ways has so much of it. I al­ways get a good mouth­ful!”

 Bobby was clearly reach­ing a crisis state as Har­mony con­tin­ued to suck away. He
let out hoarse little cries of pleas­ure as his pas­sion slowly in­creased to the break­ing point.

 “Oh!” he cried. “Suck me, sweet! Suck me off! Drink me! I m gonna come! Let me 
come in your mouth! Drink me! Oh, please, please drink me!”

 Har­mony slowly let his prick slip from her mouth and looked up at Bobby with her 
eyes wide open with lust. She quickly planted a little kiss on the tip of his throb­bing 
mem­ber, and looked long­ingly into Bobby’s eyes.

 “All right. “ She said plaint­ively. “I’ll do any­thing you like.” She then pro­ceeded to 
take his prick into her mouth again, let­ting her tongue french the groove while she moved it 
back and forth over Bobby’s enorm­ous or­gan. Bobby’s but­tocks rocked back and forth in 
wild pleas­ur­able aban­don, as the sperm welled up in his balls.

 “Oh, suck me!” he cried. “I’m gonna come!” Har­mony pro­ceeded to suck away at 
his cock with a speed and in­tens­ity that as­ton­ished even Bobby. He felt as if he were 
go­ing to go through the ceil­ing, as his balls swelled up to enorm­ous size with the now firm 
pres­sure of Har­mony’s won­der­fully tight lin­gual em­brace. The feel was so fant­astic that 
he thought he would ex­plode.

 Har­mony’s mouth was like a va­cuum, as she moved it back and forth. “OH!OH!OH 
OH!OH! OH!OH!” Bobby cried. “Suck! Fuck! Cock! Cunt! Drink! Oh! Ahr! Oh!”

 Har­mony sucked still harder.

 “Suck!” Bobby cried. “I’m com­ing!”

 His but­tocks jerked back and forth as Har­mony tightly gripped Bobby’s balls in her
tiny hand.

 With a sud­den jerk and a shove, Bobby ejac­u­lated the first burst of sperm into 
Har­mony’s wait­ing mouth. She re­coiled for a second in sur­prise, and then sucked faster 
and faster as Bobby sent jet after jet of warm sweet sticky come spurt­ing into her hot mouth.

 Har­mony’s cheeks sagged with the full load of Bobby’s ejac­u­la­tion, as his prick 
was still bur­ied halfway to the hilt in her mouth. She looked up at him with a sat­is­fied 
glance, a trickle of sperm drip­ping down her chin.

 “Drink it!” Bobby said ten­derly. “Go on! It’s o.k.”

 “Go on!” Melody urged her softly. “It won’t hurt. I drink it all the time!” Har­mony 
blinked a few times, and then quickly took a loud swal­low. A thin trickle of sperm came 
drip­ping down her chin onto the floor, and she swal­lowed again, and then a third time, to 
make sure she got it all down. She licked her lips, and then softly began cry­ing! .

 Melody quickly rushed over to her side. “There, dear! It’s all right,” she said. “You just
did a won­der­ful thing. You made Bobby so happy by suck­ing his prick, and you drank down
all of his come. You should be happy about that. The more you drink, the big­ger your boobs 
will get. Just look at mine!”

 Melody plumped up her large ample breasts as an ex­ample for her sis­ter.

 “See!” she said. “I’ve been drink­ing Bobby for years, and look what I got for it!” 
Har­mony reached over with her mouth and planted a tender kiss on Melody’s breasts. She 
licked and sucked at a nipple, as if suck­ing were a new­found toy.

 Melody groaned in pleas­ure.

 “Oh, Har­mony!” she cried out in ec­stasy. “That feels so good! Please keep do­ing 
it!” Har­mony shyly looked up at her and con­tin­ued to suck at her pen­du­lous mam­mary, 
lick­ing the nipple and all around it.

 Bobby just stood there with his eyes closed, fin­ger­ing with rapt pleas­ure his 
swollen doodle .He breathed rap­idly and gasped with pleas­ure as a fi­nal drop of se­men 
emerged from the tip of his sat­is­fied or­gan.

 “Ahr!” he sighed. “You really know how to suck a guy! Not bad at all for a first time!! 
You really have tal­ent!”

 Har­mony aban­doned her sis­ter’s breast and looked lov­ingly up at Bobby.

 “It was noth­ing.” she said shyly.

 “Oh, yes it was!” chimed in Melody, laugh­ingly. “It was fun! Wasn’t it, Harm?”

 “Yes!” Har­mony gamely ad­mit­ted. “When he let his come out in my mouth, it felt 
in­cred­ible! And the taste! It was just like be­ing a baby again and drink­ing mama’s milk!”

 “You just keep on do­ing that!” Cooper aid. “You’ll grow a pair as big as your 
sis­ters!”

 “It’s true!” said Melody. “But here!” she said with mock alarm. “You’re still wear­ing 
your blouse and sweater. Take them off so we can all ad­mire your bub­bies. They’re really 
nice ones. I’ve seen and ad­mired them so many times. Come on! We’ll all take turns kiss­ing 
them.

 Har­mony looked up bash­fully.

 “I’ve al­ways been a little bit ashamed of them be­cause they’re so small” She shyly 
said. “Do you really want to see them?”

 “Why, of course!” Melody said lov­ingly. “Take off your top, dear!” Har­mony shyly 
took off her sweater and then pro­ceeded to un­but­ton her blouse. One lonely breast was 
hanging out in front of her bra, and Melody quickly got be­hind her and un­did her bra strap, 
let­ting Har­mony’s tiny breasts swing free and loose. They truly were a beau­ti­ful sight to 
be­hold. They were much smal­ler than Melody’s, of course, but the areoles were a de­li­cious 
shade of dark pink, al­most red, and the nipples were large and placed ex­actly at the cen­ter.

 Cooper and Bobby, their pricks both hanging limp, quickly gathered around her.

 “Oh let us suck your breasts!” they both pleaded long­ingly. “They look so pretty!”

 “Come, dears!” said Har­mony plaint­ively.

 Bobby and Cooper each took a breast between their lips, and pro­ceeded to lick 
and suck away at Har­mony’s nipples un­til they were firm and erect.

 “Oh!” Har­mony cried. “It feels great.” She quickly bent down and began to kiss 
Har­mony’s belly and na­vel. Her tongue leaped and dar­ted across Har­mony’s tender 
tummy, and licked at the be­gin­nings of her pu­bic hair.

 Na­ked, and without her thick glasses, Har­mony wasn’t a bad look­ing girl. There 
was no deny­ing that she was a trifle slim, and she cer­tainly wasn’t Melody, but she cer­tainly 
could be con­sidered de­lect­able enough.

 Cooper and Bobby fin­ished lock­ing her breast and stood aside. Both were 
com­pletely na­ked, as were Har­mony and Melody. Sud­denly, they all began to burst out 
laugh­ing at the ri­dicu­lous­ness of their situ­ation.

 “WOW!” Cooper said “I’m sure glad that ol’ wa­ter main picked today to burst so 
you guys could get out of school!”

 Bobby looked at him with a grin. “I guess you never dreamed of any­thing like this, 
you little bug­ger!”

 “Hell, no!” Cooper quickly ad­ded. “And I still don’t be­lieve it’s really hap­pen­ing!”

 “Oh, you can be­lieve it, all right!” Melody ad­ded with a lusty grin. “And as far as 
I’m con­cerned, it can just keep on hap­pen­ing!” Har­mony looked at them all shyly.

 “I feel so happy!” she joy­ously ex­claimed. “I never dreamed that any­thing like this 
could hap­pen. I used to lie up in my room and dream about Bobby, and what he must be like
when he’s na­ked, and I used to listen to the two of you make love, and it soun­ded so 
heav­enly, but I never dreamed it would hap­pen to me!”

 “It still hasn’t!” Melody chimed in. “Tech­nic­ally, you are still a vir­gin!”

 “Hey, that’s right!” Cooper quickly ad­ded. “She hasn’t had a prick up her pussy yet!”

 “Or her bot­tom!” Bobby said. “Ah, Har­mony, my dear!” he said, do­ing his best 
im­per­son­a­tion of W.C. “There are a thou­sand parsi­mo­ni­ous pleas­ures in store for you, 
my little suc­co­tash!”

 “That can wait un­til later!” Melody said, with an of­fi­cial sound­ing tone. You boys 
look as if you’re fucked out for a while!”

 “Yeah!” chimed in Cooper. “We’ve got the rest of our lives, or at least un­til we all go
off to col­lege.”

 “Let’s put on some re­cords,” Melody said.

 Bobby looked at her and grinned. “Don’t you think we’d bet­ter clean up this room 
a little?” he asked slyly.

 It was true. The room was full of scattered art­icles of cloth­ing and as­sor­ted juices
from an en­tire morn­ing of sexual de­lights. The door to the closet was still open, and 
por­no­graphic magazines and toys littered the floor.

 Cooper im­me­di­ately set about to restor­ing the closet to it’s former 
ap­pear­ance.

 “I just can’t be­lieve it about Dad!” he said “And all these years I thought he was 
such a straight re­spect­able guy. I won­der what the folks at the bank would think if they 
knew he had all this neat stuff in his closet!”

 “You just mind your own busi­ness, smar­typants!” Melody ad­mon­ished him. “If 
Daddy wants to keep this stuff for him and Mom to play with, that’s his busi­ness!”

 “Oh my God!” Cooper said with sud­den alarm. “I com­pletely for­got about Mom! 
She’s only at the hairdress­ers. She could be home any minute!

 At that in­stant, as if by fate, they all heard the un­mis­tak­able sound of a car 
turn­ing into the drive­way.

 “Sur­prise, Guys!” Bobby said whim­sic­ally. I think it would be a splen­did idea if we
all got on our clothes, real fast,” Har­mony shrieked in alarm.

 “Help me find my clothes!” she yelled.

 The room was sud­denly awash in a frantic rush of bod­ies strug­gling frantic­ally to
re­gain their clothes and com­pos­ure be­fore be­ing dis­covered.

 Melody ended up dis­trib­ut­ing from a pile of male and fe­male over and 
un­der­gar­ments, as the four teen­agers frantic­ally rushed to get dressed. They heard the 
gar­age door close and the door to the down­stairs fam­ily room open just as they were 
ad­just­ing the last of their gar­ments. Cooper breathed a sigh of re­lief.

 “Mom’s a great girl!” he said with a broad grin. “But she just wouldn’t 
un­der­stand!”





CHAPTER FOUR


It was a some­what muted as­sembly that gathered around the lunch table at the 
Hoop­ers that af­ter­noon. Melody and Har­mony went out of their way to look de­murely 
chaste, as Bobby and Cooper kept try­ing to break their com­pos­ure with subtle bawdy jokes.

 Cooper fingered a car­rot with sur­pris­ing alac­rity as Mrs. Hooper looked 
in­no­cently on.

 “I once saw a movie where all the men were built like this!” he said with reck­less 
aban­don.

 “Scrawny and or­ange?” Bobby chimed in.

 “Oh, shut up and eat your lunch!” Har­mony said slyly, seem­ingly once again to be 
the prim and proper girl that every­one had pre­vi­ously thought her to be.

 Mrs. Hooper paid no at­ten­tion, serving lunch as she seem­ingly al­ways did, 
ig­nor­ing the com­ment­ary that went around the table. In truth, she was still glow­ing from 
her morn­ing ses­sion at the hairdress­ers. She had been fre­quent­ing the same beauty 
par­lour for many years now, and it hadn’t taken her long to dis­cover that Roberto 
fre­quently did more than just cut and set hair for his cus­tom­ers. Mrs. Hooper was a plain 
slim wo­man, a bit like Har­mony in a some­what older way, yet be­neath the plain ex­ter­ior 
smouldered a vol­cano of a pas­sion­ate wo­man.

 Wendell Hooper turned her on, all right, but rarely was it of­ten enough. All too 
of­ten, he would dis­ap­pear into the pleas­ures of his secret closet, and spend his seed in 
use­less places, in short, any­place but in­side of his wife’s ver­sat­ile va­gina. And so she had 
turned to her hairdresser for com­fort, or at least fre­quency, for she knew that with Roberto, 
she could be guar­an­teed at least one love­mak­ing ses­sion a week, and more if it was 
ur­gent.

 That morn­ing, she had been the first ap­point­ment, and had gone in as usual, and 
seated her­self in the chair.

 Roberto was a tall, hand­some Ar­gen­tinean, and prided him­self on his South 
Amer­ican gal­lantry.

 “And how are you deez morneeng?” he asked Mrs. Hooper with a flour­ish.

 “Feel­ing a bit low!” Mrs. Hooper had re­spon­ded. “Oh Roberto! My hus­band 
never pays any at­ten­tion to me any­more! I’m just so des­per­ately starved for at­ten­tion. It
never used to be like this! When we were court­ing, he used to be so des­per­ate to make 
love to me, and I would never let him, not un­til we were mar­ried, any­way. The first few years
were won­der­ful. Wendell al­ways made love to me at least twice a night, but after a while it 
began to be once a night, and then, after the chil­dren were all born, it was hardly more than 
once a week, if ever!”

 “Dz­are!” Roberto had gal­lantly re­spon­ded. “You dzusht lie back in the chair, and I
weel take care of you! How woold you like eet today?”

 “Oh, I think just a good hard fuck­ing would be fine!” Mrs. Hooper re­spon­ded. 
“And I would love to get a good cunt lick­ing too! My hus­band hardly ever does that to me 
any­more!”

 “Eet woold be my pleas­ure!” Roberto re­spon­ded, with a South Amer­ican 
flour­ish. Jawst you lie down and make your­self com­fort­able!”

 Mrs. Hooper lay back in _The chair and re­laxed. She licked her lips in 
an­ti­cip­a­tion. Roberto was an ex­pert lover, and had built his en­tire cli­en­tele on just such
a repu­ta­tion.

 “There are so many bored house­wives out there just wait­ing to be fucked good 
and proper!” he thought to him­self. “This is a much bet­ter busi­ness than just cut­ting the 
hair.”

 In­deed, he had even tried his wiles on Melody once, while she was in without her 
mother. Other than some quick kiss­ing and breast fond­ling, which was all that Melody had 
per­mit­ted to take place, he was left in the cold, though, for Melody’s pref­er­ences were 
de­cidedly for younger men.

 “Still, there is hope!” he thought. “The daugh­ters al­ways turn out like the mother. 
Eef you want to see what a girl is go­ing to be like in thirty years, you should al­ways look at 
the mother!”

 He re­turned his thoughts to Mrs. Hooper, ly­ing las­ci­vi­ously in the chair be­low 
him.

 “She al­ways needs a good screw­ing!” he thought to him­self. Thank heaven for 
neg­lect­ful hus­bands. They’re al­ways so busy at the of­fice and wrapped up in their work, 
they never have time to give a beau­ti­ful wo­man what they de­serve!”

 Roberto began his course of treat­ment by lightly teas­ing Mrs. Hooper’s hair.

 “Oh you are so beau­ti­ful!” he told her. “I don’t see why your silly hus­band doesn’t
pay you more at­ten­tion!”

 “Wendell is all caught up in his work.” Mrs. Hooper replied. “There are some times I 
think he hardly knows I ex­ist, he’s so wrapped up in his lists of profits and in­debtit­ures. And
those hor­rible pic­tures he loves so much to look at. I never en­joyed them much, but he 
seems to get his biggest thrill in life out of look­ing at them. Some­times I think it will never 
get bet­ter. Oh, how I long to feel young again. I’m past forty, you know, even though I don’t 
look it. Why, I have three teen­aged chil­dren. Melody, of course, you know, she’s been in, and
Har­mony you’ve seen be­fore. She’s such a quiet girl. And Cooper is just like his Dad. I only 
hope he doesn’t turn out ex­actly the same way. He’s a hand­some boy, and in a few years, 
some teen­aged girl is go­ing to go just crazy over him. We’re very close, Cooper and I. Much 
closer than I am to my hus­band nowadays. Why, he kisses me good­night every night be­fore
he goes up to bed, and he’s about the most lov­ing obed­i­ent boy you could ima­gine!”

 “He sounds like a fine boy!” Roberto said gently, as he con­tin­ued to tease Mrs. 
Hooper’s hair with a feather comb. And that beeg beau­ti­ful daugh­ter of yours, she is truly 
like a melody. So well shaped, she speaks well, she looks well, she walks in beauty like the 
night!” Roberto had a gal­lant streak a mile wide, and prided him­self on it. He con­tin­ued to 
make light con­ver­sa­tion while teas­ing Mrs. Hooper’s hair, and then, as if by ac­ci­dent, 
sud­denly dropped the feathered comb into Mrs. Hooper’s lap. He reached down lo get it, 
and his fin­gers brushed lightly over the out­side of Mrs. Hooper’s de­lect­able pussy.

 “Oh, I’m sorry!” he said with a flour­ish.

 He and Mrs. Hooper began to play their weekly game.

 “That’s per­fectly all right, Roberto.” Mrs. Hooper ad­ded with a sly wink. “You may 
pro­ceed as if noth­ing happened.

 Roberto began to tease her hair once again, and then ab­ruptly dropped the comb 
once again into her out­stretched lap. This time, he let his fin­gers brush a few times against 
Mrs. Hooper’s leg. She sighed loudly and opened her legs wider. The folds of her skirt 
out­lined her legs clearly, and it was these shapely legs that Roberto began to de­vote his full 
at­ten­tion to.

 Roberto began at the knee, slowly mas­sa­ging the out­side of Mrs. Hooper’s skirt, 
un­til he had ar­rived at the junc­ture of her legs. He began to stroke at her pu­bic mound, 
bur­ied be­neath her skirt and panties, as Mrs. Hooper gave out a long sigh of pleas­ure.

 “Oh, that feels nice!” she said. Aid “Eet is my pleas­ure, Madam, to serve a lady as 
lovely as you!” Roberto said gal­lantly.

 He began to mas­sage Mrs. Hoop­ers legs all over, slowly lift­ing her skirt up above 
her waist as he did so. Mrs. Hooper was wear­ing only a skimpy pair of panties un­der­neath, 
and Roberto quickly turned his at­ten­tion to her by now quiv­er­ing pussy area. He teased 
the few hairs that were stick­ing out of the corner of her panties, and then quickly went over 
them lightly with the feather comb. He rubbed his hand all over her pu­bic mound, as Mrs. 
Hooper loudly sighed in ap­pre­ci­ation.

 “How I love to have the first ap­point­ment of the morn­ing!” she cooed.

 “You just lie back and een­joy your­self, Meez!” Roberto said pas­sion­ately. I am a 
great ar­tiste. I weel make you very very happy!”

 Mrs. Hooper knew form past ex­per­i­ence that this was true.

 She lay back as Roberto quickly slipped her panties down to her ankles, leav­ing her 
bushy brown pussy ex­posed to his view.

 “Oh! It is so lovely!” He said with a gal­lant smile. “I must give it a kees!” Roberto 
pulled her panties off all the way and placed them with his brushes and combs and sprays. He 
then pushed a lever and the chair went back­wards un­til Mm Hooper was al­most in a 
ho­ri­zontal po­s­i­tion. He stared at her de­lect­able bush.

 “What a beau­ti­ful pussy!” He said out loud. Such fine thick bushy brown hair. Just 
the kind a man likes to see! And such a nice pink slit between. Your pussy is a beau­ti­ful color,
my love. Could I please kiss it?”

 “Why Roberto, of course!” Mrs. Hooper said with a girl­ish laugh. “Go right ahead.” 
Roberto bent over and began to gently lick and suck at her bush. He kissed the pro­trud­ing 
clit­oris, and Mrs. Hooper let out with a loud gasp.

 “Ah, that feels heav­enly!” she ex­claimed.

 Roberto let his nimble tongue dart out and lick all over the pu­bic mound, nest­ling 
in the bushy brown hair, and en­joy­ing the aro­matic smell of salt­i­ness that as­sailed his 
nos­trils. He tasted the sweet juices which by then were freely flow­ing from Mrs. Hoop­ers 
ex­cited cunt, and licked his lips with pleas­ure. He then began to suck her cunt in earn­est, 
mak­ing Mrs. Hooper squeal with de­light at his skilled lin­gual pres­sure.

 “Oh, Roberto!” she sighed. “You’re quite a man!” $he reached over and began to 
stroke his thick black curls, pat­ting her loyal hairdresser on the back of the head and run­ning
her fin­gers through his lush hair. How she loved what this man was do­ing to her. She felt the
tickle of his bushy black mous­tache against her clit­oris. Men with whiskers al­ways gave her 
a spe­cial thrill, and she loved it when Roberto licked her, and she could feel his bristly fur 
against her dainty clit.

 “OOH!” she cried. “That feels so nice! Keep do­ing it!” Roberto was more than glad 
to com­ply, and he licked away at her pussy with great aban­don.

 Mrs. Hooper now reached her hand down to the out­side of Roberto’s pants, and 
felt with ap­pre­ci­ation the grow­ing bulge there. She sighed when she felt how big and hard
it was get­ting and knew that she’d have a treat in store when Roberto fi­nally put it to her!

 Oh! That feels so won­der­ful, Roberto!” she cooed as he con­tin­ued to lick lust­ily 
away at her gap­ing pussy. She just loved the way that it felt.

 Mrs. Hooper con­sidered her­self for­tu­nate in­deed to be a mul­ti­or­gas­mic 
wo­man. She could come sev­eral times quite quickly if she were in a horny mood, which she 
just happened to be in today. She really loved it. She quickly felt the or­gas­mic pres­sure 
start­ing to build un­der the gentle caresses of Roberto’s eager tongue.

 “OH!OH!OH!” she sighed. “Keep do­ing that! You’ll make me come in no time! “ 
Roberto eagerly com­plied, lick­ing heart­ily away with Ar­gen­tinean aban­don. He 
con­sidered him­self a wild bull of the pam­pas, and des­pite the fact that he had 
trans­planted him­self to the heart­land of Amer­ica, he was never caught up in any of it’s 
in­hib­it­ory nature. This was one thing that Mrs. Hooper es­pe­cially liked about Roberto: he 
was so flam­boy­ant a per­son­al­ity and lover, so un­like the cau­tiously re­served hus­band 
she had come to know.

 Mrs. Hooper writhed and moaned un­der Roberto’s nimble tongue. With her right 
hand, she squeezed his thick­en­ing prick from out­side his pants. It took quite some reach, 
but with ef­fort, she man­aged to reach down and loosen Roberto’s zip­per. She felt around 
for the fly of his boxer shorts, anxious to free his awe­some erec­tion. Roberto let out a sigh of
pleas­ure as he felt his penis be­ing gripped and freed. As used as he was to this re­sponse 
from his cus­tom­ers, it never failed to ex­cite him, es­pe­cially the first ap­point­ment of the 
morn­ing.

 “Oh­h­h­hhh!” he gasped into Mrs. Hoop­ers fuzzy va­gina, as his tongue vi­brated 
and un­du­lated in and out.

 Mrs. Hooper had by now suc­ceeded in free­ing com­pletely Roberto’s massive 
or­gan. It was eas­ily two and a half inches thick, and grow­ing longer every second. Mrs. 
Hooper licked her lips with de­light, think­ing of all the times she had sucked the juices dry 
from that very or­gan, the massive phal­lus that she now was hold­ing in her hand. It was a 
hand­some or­gan in­deed, as dark as it’s owner, quite thick and un­cir­cum­cised.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­hhh!” Roberto sighed, send­ing chilling vi­bra­tions up and down Mrs. 
Hooper’s spine.

 Mrs. Hooper squeezed the tip of Roberto’s mam­moth prick, and took great 
de­light in rolling the fore­skin off and back onto the tip. She loved to play with 
un­cir­cum­cised men. Un­til she was in her late thirties and dis­covered Roberto, she wasn’t 
even aware that such a phe­nomenon ex­is­ted. Both her hus­band and her son were neatly 
clipped, and she loved the feel­ing of dis­cov­ery when she rolled off Roberto’s fore­skin in 
her hand or her mouth to re­veal the bright pink tip. She did that now, and Roberto burst 
forth in his full glory. The head of his thick or­gan was like a great pink plum, grow­ing darker 
by the minute as more and more blood flowed into his throb­bing mem­ber. He con­tin­ued 
to lick and suck away at Mrs. Hooper’s throb­bing pussy, as she came closer and closer to a 
thun­der­ing or­gasm.

 “Oh, Roberto! Now! Now!” she cried, let­ting go of his prick and press­ing his dark 
head closer and tighter to her groin. With a sud­den shud­der and a shake, Mrs. Hooper went 
into the con­vuls­ive spasms of a thun­der­ing or­gasm, let­ting her juices flow freely and 
blend with her hairdresser’s dark mous­tache.

 “Oh, Roberto!” she sighed, col­lapsing back into the chair. “That was heav­enly!”

 “Eet ees my bees­ness to please you, Madam!” Roberto said gal­lantly, wip­ing the 
pussy juice from his lips with his hand. His prick was still out and had be­come quite 
alarm­ingly stiff. It throbbed up and down as he spoke.

 “But look what I’ve done to you, you poor man!” Mrs. Hooper said with kind­ness. 
“Here. Let me fix that!”

 So say­ing, she bent over and took Roberto’s thick tool into her mouth.

 Roberto sighed at the pleas­ure of entry. He knew his cli­ent to be an ex­pert 
fel­lat­rix, and was red hot randy at the treat he knew was in store.

 “Ah­h­h­hhh!” he sighed. Suck me deep, Mee­sus Hooper. You are so good! Your 
mouth is like warm honey!” Mrs. Hooper sucked him gently, at first with the skin still 
cov­er­ing the swollen purple head, and then, slowly, gently peel­ing it off with her tongue, 
like she was peel­ing a grape. She was de­lighted with what she dis­covered in­side. The 
smooth­ness of the head of Roberto’s un­cir­cum­cised tool de­lighted her, and she rolled the
skin back and forth with her tongue, as if teas­ing him.

 “Ah!” Roberto sighed.

 Mrs. Hooper felt a drop of se­men ap­pear on the end of his prick and quickly 
sucked it off and swal­lowed it, smack­ing her lips as she did.

 “Why Roberto!” she coyly ex­claimed. “You taste sweet today! Where have you 
been?” Roberto gave no an­swer ex­cept to moan softly in pleas­ure. He was glad that he had 
come to Kan­sas City.

 His pas­sion quickly grew stronger and stronger un­der the pres­sure of Mrs. 
Hooper’s know­ing lin­gual caresses. She ex­pertly licked him with unanti­cip­ated vigor, 
suck­ing the shaft deeply into her throat, al­most touch­ing her ton­sils. It was all Roberto 
could do to keep him­self from com­ing too soon. He wanted more than any­thing in the 
world to stand back and have his pleas­ure. Mrs. Hooper con­tin­ued to suck away at his 
ri­gid pole and he reached down and played with her firm, small breasts as she 
ma­nip­u­lated his doodle, she cried, as her nipples grew stiff un­der the del­ic­ate pres­sure 
of Roberto’s know­ing fin­gers.

 She sucked more and more pas­sion­ately at her lover’s stiff penis, lick­ing the head 
as she moved the shaft back and forth in her mouth. She wanted his come to spurt in her 
mouth so badly, and she ap­plied all tire tight­ness her mouth could muster over the length 
of Roberto’s thick shaft. She could feel the hot come welling and gath­er­ing in her 
Ar­gen­tinean’s balls, and she rubbed them lust­ily as if to urge him on.

 “OH!” Roberto cried. “Dreenk me! Dreenk me!” Mrs. Hooper sucked harder and 
harder, and was soon re­war­ded with a warm mouth­ful of sticky hot come.

 “Mmmmmmmf!” she cried, as the last jet came spurt­ing out over her tongue. She 
swirled the sperm around in her mouth for a few mo­ments, and then waited for Roberto to 
bend down and kiss her, as he al­ways did. Roberto loved to get a taste of his own sperm, and
she quickly passed her warm bur­den from her mouth to his.

 “Mm­rn­mmmmmmmm!” Roberto moaned, swirl­ing his hot come around in his 
own mouth with pure de­light. He then kissed Mrs. Hooper lust­ily, passing the sperm back to 
her mouth, and wait­ing for her to swal­low every last drop She did, with a tre­mend­ous 
gulp, not let­ting a single drop spill.

 “There!” Roberto said with a smile. “That will keep your beau­ti­ful hair nice and 
shiny!”

 “So that’s your secret!” Mrs. Hooper laughed. “You should really write a book!” 
Roberto laughed.

 “That wouldn’t be fair to my many happy cus­tom­ers!” he cooed hap­pily. “We 
must be care­ful to keep this a secret or half the wo­men in the city would be at my 
door­step. Not only that, but they would bring their daugh­ters. I am a mag­ni­fi­cent 
teacher!”

 “Not my daugh­ters!” Mrs. Hooper said with a laugh. “They’re good girls. I’m 
cer­tain that both Melody and Har­mony are sav­ing them­selves for mar­riage, just the way I 
told them to. Oh. Melody has a boy­friend, but I’m cer­tain that all they ever do is neck in the 
back seat of his car. And Har­mony... she was never in­ter­ested in boys at all. Why, I’m even a 
little afraid that poor Har­mony will die an old maid!”

 “Eef not, you bring her to me!” Roberto said im­plor­ingly. “I weel teach her the art 
of love, just like I teach you!”

 “I’m more than grate­ful!” Mrs. Hooper said. “Now that we’ve fin­ished the fun part, 
I guess it’s time to do my hair.”

 She looked up ques­tion­ingly. “Oh, and Roberto-” she asked imp­ishly. “Could you 
do me down there this time too? I’m get­ting a little bit bushy!”

 “Of course, Mee­sus!” Roberto said gaily. “Eet would be my pleas­ure to treem your 
pussy!”

 So say­ing, he took a small scis­sors from a shelf and went to work trim­ming Mrs. 
Hooper’s pu­bic bush. “One of these days, I’m go­ing to have you trim me into a heart shape!”
Mrs. Hooper said with glee. “My hus­band would have a fit at first, but I’m sure he’d grow to 
love it! Even a wo­man of forty can be dar­ing in bed!”

 “How about a per­man­ent wave down there!” Roberto gamely sug­ges­ted. We 
could give you the cur­li­est bush in town!”

 “I think that would be a bit much!” said Mrs. Hooper. “How would you ever find the 
room for all those curl­ers!”

 With that, they both laughed, and Roberto tucked his droop­ing penis back into his 
fly. Mrs. Hooper gave it a quick kiss be­fore it dis­ap­peared, and then quickly re­ad­jus­ted 
her skirt and panties, which had been ly­ing in a pile on the floor. She wanted to look very 
neat, which had been ly­ing in a pile on the floor. Roberto then spent a few minutes teas­ing 
and cut­ting her hair, so that she would emerge form his shop look­ing fresh and ra­di­antly 
beau­ti­ful. He took great pride in his art, both as coif­feur and cocks­man, and was 
genu­inely pleased when he got a good res­ult. After he was sat­is­fied with the second part 
of his work­man­ship, he held a mir­ror in front of Mrs. Hooper’s newly coiffed head.

 “Why, Roberto!” she hap­pily ex­claimed. “You’ve made me look lovely as usual! I 
feel so happy! I could never get the same res­ults with any­body else!”

 “My pleas­ure!” he said. “My aim is to please you,” Roberto smiled.

 Mrs. Hooper got out of the chair and kissed Roberto lightly on the lips. “Same time 
next week?” she said with a wide grin.

 “Of course!” Roberto replied. “You are one of my most val­ued cus­tom­ers!” He 
gave her an ad­mir­ing glance. “I am happy to see you any­time!” he said with a warm 
ex­pres­sion creas­ing his dark hand­some fea­tures. “And I weel be very happy to see you 
next week!”

 Mrs. Hooper walked out of the beauty par­lour that morn­ing like she was walk­ing 
on air.

 “He makes me feel so won­der­ful!” she thought to her­self.

 Yet some­thing was both­er­ing her, faintly haunt­ing her in the back of her mind. 
Through­out her love­mak­ing ses­sions with Roberto, she fre­quently found her­self 
think­ing about her hus­band. She would some­times ima­gine his prick when Roberto was 
pok­ing her, and it ex­cited her tre­mend­ously. She wished that Wendell could be so gal­lant,
so will­ing, so eager to please. She truly loved her hus­band and fam­ily, and wished that poor
Wendell would be more eager to make love to her than he usu­ally was. She had tried 
everything she could think of to turn him on. She had gone out and ordered sev­eral sexy 
night­gowns from a cata­logue that ar­rived in the mail one day in a plain brown wrap­per. 
She truly looked sexy in them, even her daugh­ter Melody said so, but it still didn’t turn poor 
Wendell on.

 “One of these days, I’m go­ing to take his whole fantasy closet and throw it in the 
trash!” Mrs. Hooper thought to her­self. Then he’ll really have to use his ima­gin­a­tion. 
Be­sides, sup­pose one of the chil­dren were to dis­cover a way to get in. They’d think their 
Dad was a dirty old man or some­thing. And poor Cooper! He ad­mired his dad so, and looks 
to him as a role model. I don’t even think that Wendell has sat him down for a man to man 
dis­cus­sion on the facts of life yet! The poor boy’s four­teen years old some­time. He’ll have 
to learn the truth some­time!”

 All these thoughts were flash­ing through Mrs. Hoop­ers mind as she emerged from
the beauty par­lour and star­ted the car for the short drive home. She was wor­ried about 
Cooper. She wanted to be home as soon as pos­sible, as the poor boy wasn’t feel­ing well.

 When she re­turned, she was sur­prised to find her daugh­ters home, but re­lieved 
to learn that all was well and as it should be.

 What a fine bunch of chil­dren I’ve raised” as she set lunch on the table be­fore 
them. Here they are, laugh­ing and happy and close. And look how af­fec­tion­ately they 
touch each other. It’s won­der­ful to have them be so happy!” Cooper and Melody and 
Har­mony and Bobby ex­changed know­ing smiles across the table.

 “How great it is to have such a won­der­ful mom and such a won­der­ful fam­ily!” 
they all thought to them­selves. She could never ima­gine what went on this morn­ing. She’s 
so happy with dad! We’ll never tell her that we know about the secret closet, and what went 
on in her room this morn­ing!”

 “Was lunch all right?” Mrs. Hooper asked them with an anxious look.

 “Just per­fect, mom!” Cooper replied with kind­ness. “That’s an aw­ful lot! You’re 
great, Mom! You really are.” Mrs. Hooper smiled as she cleared the table.





CHAPTER FIVE


Im­me­di­ately after lunch, the four teen­agers quickly gathered up in Melody’s 
room to dis­cuss what had happened that morn­ing.

 “Do you think Mom sus­pects?” Har­mony asked anxiously.

 “No. Never!” Cooper quickly replied. Who would ever be­lieve a thing like this? How 
many fam­il­ies do you know where the broth­ers and sis­ters and boy­friends all fuck each 
other?”

 Melody quickly de­murred. “I read some­thing about it in a magazine once, and it’s 
more pop­u­lar than you’d think!” she said. “There are lots of fam­il­ies all over the coun­try 
where broth­ers and sis­ters find out how close they can be. Some­times it even hap­pens 
with par­ents!”

 “Mom and Dad!” Cooper said with a laugh. “What a thought! Dad is such a square 
guy, I don’t even think he does it to Mom any­more. And be­sides, did you get a load of his 
closet? If I had a closet like that, full of that kind of stuff, I’d never come out of my room!”

 “Dad is kind of cute!” Melody said. “I’ve al­ways had sort of a secret crush on him. It 
al­ways gives me kind of a thrill when he kisses me good­night. He’s so hand­some. That’s half
the reason why it was so much fun to make it with you, Mr. Smar­typants! Be­cause you 
re­mind me so much of Daddy.”

 “Well, half the fun of fool­ing around with Har­mony was that she re­minded me of 
Mom,” Cooper said de­fens­ively.

 Har­mony blushed crim­son red.

 “Don’t take it so per­son­ally, dear.” Melody re­as­sured her. He’s only be­ing 
hon­est. You are like Momma in so many ways. You even look like her. You must know that. 
But Mom is such a won­der­ful wo­man. There’s cer­tainly no harm in be­ing like she is!”

 Cooper looked at his sis­ters with a happy grin. He was truly de­lighted to be a part 
of such an as­ton­ish­ing fam­ily. The lusty thoughts that were cir­cu­lat­ing through the 
in­ner re­cesses of his mind were truly as­ton­ish­ing, at least to Cooper.

 “Wow!” he thought. “I won­der how long this is go­ing to go on. To­night, after 
Mom and Dad are asleep, I can sneak into Melody’s room, and I won’t have to come out un­til
morn­ing. Or at least un­til I’m fucked out. I feel horny enough to go an­other seven times. 
What a great little pussy Melly has! And Har­mony! I can’t be­lieve her! That quiet little girl 
with the big glasses, that no one was ever in­ter­ested in, and now she comes on like a ball of 
fire! This is un­real! It’s like we’re all on drugs or some­thing like that!”

 Har­mony looked quietly on. In her heart, she was lust­ing after every mem­ber of 
her fam­ily in the room. The secret awaken­ing she had un­der­gone earlier that day had been
like some­thing she had been wait­ing for all of her life, and she felt su­premely happy. What 
she felt most happy about was be­ing able to make love with Bobby, and to be able to suck 
on his massive or­gan, to or­gasm, no less. She had pre­vi­ously only dreamed of such things 
un­der the cov­ers after she went to bed at night, and the very thought of what had taken 
place that ma­gical morn­ing sent shivers up her spine.

 “Oh, Bobby!” she thought to her­self. “If only you could real­ize how long I’ve 
wanted you, how long I’ve waited for you, how good your fin­gers felt on my thighs and in my
pussy. I felt like I was in heaven when you touched me!”

 Melody was per­haps the most happy of all, for she felt a genu­ine sense of 
sat­is­fac­tion that all those who were closest to her were hav­ing such a good time get­ting it
on. She licked her lips in hap­pi­ness at the thought.

 Her great legs, her long, lus­cious girl­ish legs were pressed closely to­gether, and 
her mind was a mass of de­li­cious las­ci­vi­ous thought, as she re­membered the 
hap­pen­ings of that morn­ing. Her thoughts wandered to her mother down­stairs, and what 
she must be in­no­cently think­ing.

 “Mom would never un­der­stand such fant­astic things!” she thought hap­pily to 
her­self. “She’s so old, but at least she has Dad to keep her com­pany. I won­der if the two of 
them still do it? Dad isn’t a bad look­ing guy for his age, and Mom is cer­tainly well 
pre­served. Why, she’s only forty. She has a nice shape, and she keeps her­self pretty at 
Roberto’s. She’s cer­tainly en­titled to her share of fun and games!”

 Bobby reached over from where he was sit­ting, lost in his thoughts, and slowly 
began to stroke Melody’s tender thigh flesh. Melody groaned in ap­pre­ci­ation. Bobby’s 
hand felt good. She reached over and gave his groin a gentle pat.

 “Hey! What’s goin’ on here!” Cooper asked with a randy grin. “What do you guys 
think you’re do­ing? Fuck­ing in the house?”

 Melody laughed. “And what’s that to you, Mr. Smar­typants?” she asked with a 
re­proach­ful glare. “Just be­cause you’re not get­ting any at this par­tic­u­lar mo­ment. Why 
don’t you try your sis­ter? Maybe if you asked her nicely, she’d Find it in her heart to give a 
nice four­teen year old boy a little nookie. But be care­ful about what you do. After all, 
Har­mony is still a vir­gin.

 “I am not!” Har­mony said with alac­rity, if not com­plete ac­cur­acy. At least not 
much of a vir­gin after what you guys did to me this morn­ing. I’ve had stiff male cocks all 
over me!”

 Cooper looked at her mis­chiev­ously. “You still have your little cherry in­tact, sis!” 
he said with a lusty grin creas­ing his boy­ishly hand­some face. “I’d be really really happy if 
you’d let me do some­thing about that!”

 Melody looked at Cooper with a glare of rapt ex­as­per­a­tion.

 “When and how she pops her cherry is Har­mony’s busi­ness, not yours, nosypants!”
she said with con­vic­tion. “What goes into, her pussy is en­tirely her de­cision!”

 Cooper lowered his eyes and looked a trifle em­bar­rassed.

 “Savin’ your­self for Dad, huh?” he said with a thin smile.

 “No!” Har­mony replied sharply. “Who I’m sav­ing my­self for is none your nosy 
busi­ness, smar­typants.”

 Melody looked at her sis­ter curi­ously. “Do you have someone spe­cial in mind?” 
she asked gently.

 Har­mony looked at her with em­bar­rassed evas­ive­ness. “Well, in fact, I did have 
some­body in mind, but I’m not sure I ought to tell you.” she said shyly.

 “It’s all right. Really it is.” Melody said ten­derly. “Come over here and whis­per in 
my ear. I won’t tell any­body. “ Har­mony quicky strode from the comer where she was 
stand­ing over to Melody’s bed and took her aside. She whispered briefly in her ear.

 Melody looked shocked a mo­ment at what she heard, and then burst into a loud 
laugh.

 “Why, it’s a won­der­ful idea. I don’t think he’d mind at all! As a mat­ter of fact, I 
think he’d be quite happy to ob­lige you. Hey! Guess what! We’re about to have a 
de­flower­ing, if every­body is up for it. Har­mony has just told me that she wants Bobby to 
take her cherry!”

 Bobby looked at her with a de­lighted grin. He was sit­ting on Melody’s bed, in the 
midst of a large pile of stuffed an­im­als.

 “Har­mony, my sweet darling!” he said joy­ously. “Why didn’t you tell me. Of course,
I’d be happy to. I’ll be really gentle, and it won’t hurt a bit. Oh, it may hurt a little at first, but 
then it will all be fun, just you wait and see.

 Har­mony looked at him with a grate­ful warm smile.

 “Oh, Bobby!” she gushed hap­pily. “I’ve al­ways dreamed of hav­ing you take my 
vir­gin­ity, and hav­ing you teach me what it really means to be a wo­man. I used to lie awake 
in my bed at night for hours, think­ing of the happy noises that I heard you and Melody 
mak­ing in this very room. Do you want to do it here? We can go into my room if you want 
some more pri­vacy!”

 Bobby looked at her warmly.

 “I don’t think that pri­vacy’s the is­sue. We’re all good friends here, those of us that 
don’t hap­pen to be re­lated. But what about your mother? She’s still down­stairs. And your 
father will be home from the bank in a few hours. It just won’t do for either one of them to 
hear a lot of fuck­ing around go­ing on in their very own house­hold!”

 Melody looked at them re­source­fully.

 “What about that little room up in the at­tic?” she said brightly. “If we all go up 
there, and lock the door, no one could ever hear us, even if we moan real loud. Bobby and I 
go up there all the time, when Mom’s home and we don’t want any­body to hear us. I’m sure 
that Cooper knows about it too! We even have a ste­reo up there. Let’s take up some 
re­cords. If we’re care­ful, we can even smuggle up a bottle of cham­pagne from Dad’s wine 
cel­lar for the oc­ca­sion!”

 All of the oth­ers read­ily agreed to Melody’s plan, and began to bristle with the 
ex­cite­ment of a good con­spir­acy. Cooper was elec­ted to go down into the base­ment and
filch the cham­pagne, while Melody dis­trac­ted Mrs. Hooper with idle chat­ter.

 “Pick out a good bottle!” Melody in­struc­ted him. “Pink cham­pagne is best for 
cel­eb­ra­tions. Make sure it’s a cold one, too. Feel it.”

 Cooper nod­ded his com­pli­ance and star­ted off for the base­ment. Melody 
tagged along a few paces be­hind, just in case she were needed to dis­tract her mother as her
part in the plot. Bobby and Har­mony were sud­denly left bliss­fully alone.

 Bobby looked over at Har­mony, al­most sheep­ishly. He wasn’t even sure where to 
be­gin a con­ver­sa­tion, and felt quite awk­ward, now that the is­sue was de­cided.

 He chose what he thought to be an in­of­fens­ive open­ing line.

 “Gee, your sis­ter sure has a nice col­lec­tion of stuffed an­im­als!” he said with a 
shy smile cross­ing his boy­ishly hand­some face. His light brown hair was rumpled, and it 
made him look more boy­ish that he really was. He al­most looked like an over­grown 
Den­nis the Men­ace, des­pite the fact that he was al­most eight­een.

 “Oh, Melody’s been col­lect­ing these since she was a tiny, little girl,” Har­mony 
tim­idly re­spon­ded. She loves to hug and squeeze them when there’s nobody else around. 
She must have a hun­dred of them here, and in the at­tic.”

 In­deed, it was true. The room was filled with stuffed an­im­als of every 
con­ceiv­able vari­ety and hue.

 Ele­phants, cats, dogs, frogs, birds, and plain old baby dolls and clothes were strewn
and scattered all about, in every nook and cranny of the room. It was def­in­itely the room of 
a teen­age girl, and an act­ive one at that. The cur­tains and the bed­spread were of fluffy 
chif­fon, pink and white, and there was a large white fluffy rug cov­er­ing the floor. The walls 
were dec­or­ated with posters of rock stars past and present, with sev­eral large posters of the
Beatles dom­in­at­ing one wall. Bobby looked at them ad­mir­ingly.

 “No, there’ll never be any­body like die Beatles!” he said with a hint of awe in his 
voice. “Do you want to know some­thing. When I’m feel­ing really dreamy, I ima­gine that I’m 
back in nine­teen sixty four, and in­stead of four Beatles there are five, and I’m the cla­ri­net 
player!”

 Har­mony broke out with a smile. “How silly!” she said. “But how ro­mantic!” Bobby 
looked at her lov­ingly. “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.” he said softly. 
“I would have liked so much to be a part of that. I wor­ship them.”

 “So does Melody.” Har­mony re­spon­ded ten­derly. “It hurt her so much when 
John died. She wouldn’t eat for a week. I re­mem­ber when we all went to the candle­light 
ser­vice in the park, and we all lit candles, and they played John’s mu­sic, It was so beau­ti­ful. 
He was such a won­der­ful man. I miss him.”

 “So do I!” Bobby said. “He was a great man. They all were. Mu­sic is so im­port­ant 
to me. I’m go­ing to make it my life. I just hope that the State Uni­ver­sity mu­sic school 
thinks that I’m good enough!” Har­mony looked at him re­as­sur­ingly. “Of course they will!” 
she said with a tender smile. “You’re so good. I’ve been to all your con­certs. And I know that 
you prac­tice so hard. Four hours a day! I don’t see how you have time for any­thing else! It 
must be im­port­ant for you to be good!”

 “I’m o.k. for a high school player, but there’s so much more in the world that high 
school. It’s a reg­u­lar jungle out there, once you get into col­lege, and then the real world. 
It’s kind of nice, be­ing sheltered here in Kan­sas City, but I don’t mean to stay here the rest of
my life.

 “There’s a lot to see out there! Lon­don and Bud­apest and Mo­scow and Cairo and 
Ja­pan and Paris and Jer­u­s­alem, and New York City! I can’t wait. Sooner or later I’ll have to 
leave this town and strike out on my own. I’m just itch­ing to get go­ing.

 “I’m just itch­ing to get go­ing, can’t wait. As soon as I gradu­ate high school, I’m 
off for the State Uni­ver­sity, if they’ll take me. Then I’ll learn to be a really good mu­si­cian 
Ha! I’d love it!

 “Wouldn’t that be great? Wouldn’t that be fine if I could take you and Melody with 
me! Then we could really have a good time! They have coed dorms there, and lots of ac­tion 
all the time.

 “We could all of us, all the time go to all the rock con­certs, and really not have to 
worry about our par­ents or any­thing!

 We could even let that pre­co­cious little brother of yours come up to visit!” She 
clapped her hands for joy.

 Har­mony let out a shrill giggle. “Let’s let Cooper stay at home for a while!” she said 
with a smile. “He’ll find plenty of mis­chief to get into here!”

 Then she giggled again.

 Bobby looked at her long­ingly. “Do you know!” he said. “I al­ways thought you 
were a really swell girl. But you were al­ways Melody’s big sis­ter, and I didn’t think it was 
po­lite to do any­thing about it. No, I’m sure of it. Who would have thought that any­thing 
like today would ever hap­pen? It’s so in­cred­ible when you think about it. I mean, I’ve 
al­ways “I mean, I’ve al­ways sort of thought of sex as a spe­cial, a per­sonal way of shar­ing 
your­self com­pletely with people that you hap­pen to like a hell of a lot.

 “And I guess Melody did too. But to bring you and your little brother into it, well 
that’s more than I ever would have thought pos­sible!”

 They looked at one an­other.

 No one spoke.

 But there was an un­der­stand­ing.

 Har­mony looked at him in rapt agree­ment. “I never would have ima­gined it 
either, it all happened so fast!’ she ad­ded.

 Bobby smiled hap­pily. “They should be back up­stairs soon!” he said. “Come on. 
Let’s pick out some re­cords to listen to up­stairs.”

 They two of them waded through the pile of stuffed an­im­als over to Melody’s 
re­cord box. She had an ex­cel­lent col­lec­tion of rock and roll re­cords, and Bobby quickly 
found sev­eral that he wanted to hear.

 He grabbed one and held it up.

 “Hey, here’s Beat the Meatles,” he said pun­ningly. “And let’s take up Ab­bey Road 
and Ser­geant Pep­per’s. That should keep us go­ing for a while. And then, if you want to hear
some­thing really sexy, I’ll in­tro­duce you to the Bolero.”

 “The Bolero?” Melody asked ques­tion­ingly. “what’s that?’ He grinned.

 “It’s this really sexy com­pos­i­tion by an old guy named Ravel.” Bobby said 
know­ingly. “I can play it on my cla­ri­net. It starts out real slow, and then, just like a couple 
mak­ing love, it gets faster and faster and more and more in­tense! It’s fam­ous for be­ing a 
good re­cord to make love by. There was a movie out not long ago, when they did it to that 
re­cord, but the re­cord kept get­ting stuck! It was hil­ari­ous.”

 Just then, Cooper came bound­ing into the room, with a bottle of vin­tage 
cham­pagne tucked neatly un­der his pullover.

 “Here we go, guys!” he said with a hearty laugh. “Stolen from Dad’s wine cel­lar, and
nice and cold. Pink cham­pagne for the party.”

 “I hope you were smart enough to bring a cork­screw, too!” Bobby said.

 “Well, shucks! I clean for­got,” Cooper said with an em­bar­rassed grin. “I’ll just have
to go back down stairs and get it. I hope that Melody is keep­ing a lid on.”

 “Don’t worry about it,” Bobby said. “Just get the fuck­ing cork­screw.” Cooper 
quickly dis­ap­peared to the lower reaches of the Hooper house­hold once again as Bobby 
and Har­mony shared a smile at his good natured in­eptitude.

 “He’s had quite a day for a four­teen year old hust­ler!” Bobby said with a grin.

 Cooper blushed.

 They all laughed.

 “Most boys would give their left ball for the kind of fuck­ing he’s been do­ing.”

 “Oh, Cooper has al­ways been more or less pre­co­cious!” Har­mony said. She had 
taken off her glasses.

 “Hey!” Bobby said en­thu­si­ast­ic­ally. “You look nice. You really are a good 
look­ing gal without those glasses. You should get your­self a pair of con­tacts. Without those
glasses, and with some sexy clothes, there’d be no stop­ping you.”

 Har­mony gave him a warm smile and squeezed his hand. “That’s really sweet of you
to say, Bobby” she said grate­fully. “It really means a lot com­ing from you. You see, I never 
really thought of my­self as be­ing very pretty. At least not with a sis­ter Tike Melody for 
com­pet­i­tion. She s al­ways been so vo­lup­tu­ous and out­go­ing, that I’ve al­ways felt so 
plain in com­par­ison. I think that the first time I really felt good about my­self was today, 
when you reached out and told me how dear I was. Noth­ing in the world has ever made me 
feel bet­ter than that!”

 “Hey, it was noth­ing.” Bobby said with genu­ine shy­ness. “We were all be­ing so 
crazy, and there was, with the two of us all of a sud­den be­ing as close as we pos­sibly could 
be. I’m just happy that you’re happy. It really gives me such a warm feel­ing in­side.” Cooper 
dashed into the room with a cork­screw proudly clasped in his hand.

 “Got it!” he hap­pily ex­claimed. “Stolen from un­der Mom’s nose. She doesn’t 
sus­pect a thing. Mel­lie will be up in a minute. She’s talk­ing to Mom. Why don’t you two go 
up in the at­tic?’ Har­mony and Bobby quicky gathered up their re­cords, and tak­ing the 
bottle of cham­pagne and the cork­screw in hand, headed up the nar­row stairs to the at­tic. 
It was a charm­ing at­tic, half of it be­ing used for stor­age, while the other half was de­voted 
to be­ing a sort of play­room for parties and games like many of the other at­tics on 
Dog­wood, it was lined with quaint old beams, and filled with the musty pleas­ant odor of 
good old wood from the nine­teen twen­ties. Smelling that pleas­ant old odor, one could 
ima­gine the ghost stor­ies by Scott Fitzger­ald and Ern­est Hem­ing­way drift­ing about the 
house, vin­tage spir­its, which lived on in tattered old cop­ies of the At­lantic Monthly and the
Sat­urday Even­ing Post. Har­mony took a deep breath and opened the door to the play 
room.

 “How I love it up here!” she said with a sigh. Melody and I used to play up here all 
the time when we were kids. It has its own spe­cial kind of ro­mance, don’t you think?”

 Bobby nod­ded ap­pre­ci­at­ively. “It does seem kind of spe­cial. It’s a nice place to 
get away from your par­ents. Quiet and lonely, and so ro­mantic.” Melody came bust­ling in.

 “Hi, guys,” she said with a know­ing grin. “Mom’s go­ing to be do­ing a wash in the 
cel­lar, so we can make all the noise we want. She won’t be up for at least an hour.”

 Bobby bran­dished the cork­screw. “Well, then,” he crowed. “Let’s get down to 
busi­ness.” He quickly in­ser­ted the cork­screw into the top of the bottle of chilled pink 
cham­pagne and twis­ted and turned un­til, with a gasp and a start, the cork emerged and 
re­boun­ded off the ceil­ing, cov­er­ing his fin­gers in moist pink bub­bly.

 “Cheers,” he said elatedly, pour­ing four large glasses full of chilled pink bub­bly as 
Har­mony looked on ad­mir­ingly.

 Melody raised her glass in a toast.

 “To the lov­ers!” she cried. “May there al­ways be young lov­ers, and may all of us 
al­ways be among them.”

 “Oh, how ro­mantic,” Har­mony echoed. “Let me give a toast to you and Bobby!”

 “Oh, and to vir­gin­ity,” Cooper wryly sa­luted, rais­ing his glass high above his 
head. “May it dis­ap­pear as soon as pos­sible.” Then Melody downed her glass in one swift 
mo­tion, and pro­ceeded to re­fill it with style, pour­ing at the proper el­eg­ant angle. The 
pink bub­bly went right to her head, and she began to feel a trifle giddy. She began to sip 
slowly at her second glass as Har­mony and Bobby worked on theirs. Cooper’s cham­pagne 
had hardly a dent, as he stared at it moodily. Melody quickly no­ticed his in­ad­vert­ent lack 
of ease and crossed quickly to his side.

 “Drink it,” she said. It will go right to your head and it will take away all those nasty 
old in­hib­i­tions, if you have any left after this morn­ing.”

 Cooper quickly took the hint and drank the cham­pagne down. He felt a sud­den 
sense of bold­ness com­ing on and began strok­ing his sis­ter’s el­eg­antly beau­ti­ful long 
blonde hair. Melody writhed and moved del­ic­ately with the pleas­ure of each stroke, as 
Cooper let his fin­gers wander from her hair to the nape of her neck, paus­ing briefly to touch
the be­gin­nings of Melody’s lus­cious breasts.

 Melody sighed with de­light as she took great pleas­ure from the wan­der­ings of 
her little brother’s hands.

 “Oooooooh!” she sighed, as Cooper’s randy hand brushed over the back of her 
neck. “That feels good! Do it some more!”

 Cooper was more than glad to com­ply, as he let his hand ex­plore Melody’s lovely 
blonde tresses. His fin­gers dar­ted in and out of the del­ic­ate yel­low tendrils, form­ing 
pat­ters with the beau­ti­fully flow­ing strands. Melody cooed in de­light. It was a pleas­ing 
sen­sa­tion to have her hair stroked, not un­like ly­ing down in a warm pool and feel­ing the 
wa­ter ripple over one­self in soft ap­peal­ing waves. Cooper would touch the back of her 
neck every few mo­ments, and it would send little shivers up and down Melody’s spine, like 
little spiders crawl­ing up and down.

 Cooper pro­ceeded to play his win­some game, let­ting his fin­gers walk up and 
down like parad­ing sol­diers, march­ing across mys­ter­i­ous ter­rain.

 “Ah­h­h­hhh!” Melody cried, as his hands reached her out­reach­ing nipples, 
for­cing them to stand more erect than she thought was pos­sible.

 ___ Bobby and Har­mony looked hap­pily on, hold­ing hands like lov­ers on a first 
date. For a mo­ment, they gazed long­ingly, lov­ingly into each oth­ers’ eyes. Bobby smiled 
hap­pily over at Har­mony, and then he reached over and kissed her once lightly on the lips. 
Har­mony kissed back, a brief tender mo­ment as what their hearts and bod­ies felt was for an
in­stant trans­lated into lips alone, a ma­gical elec­tri­city of de­sire set­ting off ima­gin­ary 
sparks at the point of con­tact.

 Har­mony cooed with the pleas­ure of her thoughts. She was in­cred­ibly happy to 
be with Bobby, and not the least bit afraid of what she knew was go­ing to hap­pen to her.

 “Every girl has got to go through this some­time!” she thought to her­self.

 “And what bet­ter time for me than now. Here I am, in a safe, quiet place, with a 
dear hand­some young man that I love more than any­thing in the world. I know that it will 
hurt a little, but it won’t last long. And then I can feel the same thing that Melly feels when she
lets out all of those de­li­cious moans!” She took Bobby sud­denly in her arms and began to 
kiss him. Slowly at first, like an ex­plor­ing school­girl, be­com­ing more and more 
pas­sion­ate as she gained in con­fid­ence. She put the tip of her tongue in Bobby’s young 
and tender mouth and rolled it around. Bobby groaned with pleas­ure as he felt Har­mony’s 
in­ex­per­i­enced tongue search­ing out his own. He quickly re­spon­ded by meet­ing her 
tongue with his own, and their two mouths formed a kind of dance, swirl­ing and ca­vort­ing 
to an un­heard mu­sic.

 Har­mony gasped quietly as Bobby’s tongue be­came a sword, an armed in­truder 
in­vad­ing the soft­ness of her mouth. And yet the sword was so soft and gentle, not hard at 
all, and it caressed her teeth and tongue like a feather, whirl­ing and buf­feting the in­ner 
reaches of her lips and teeth, a wel­come vis­itor.

 She put her arms around Bobby, and gently, but force­fully led him to a wide sofa 
bed that was left up in the at­tic for when vis­it­ors came call­ing.

 Bobby saw her happy in­tent and went will­ingly, his pas­sion rising with each quick 
step. He let out a soft laugh as Har­mony’s fin­gers teas­ingly tickled his side, and he put his 
arm around her waist with a caring em­brace.

 “Come, my love!” he said with in­cred­ible kind­ness. “This is to be our bridal bed, 
and you shall be my queen. To­gether, we will ex­plore the ma­gic sen­sa­tions of the flesh, 
and the won­ders that man and wo­man are heir to!”

 “How in­cred­ible! For such a young and in­ex­per­i­enced boy to say things like 
that!” Har­mony thought to her­self.

 Bobby led her to the sofa “bed and pulled back the cov­ers. The bed was still open 
from a pre­vi­ous oc­cu­pant of some months past, and Har­mony de­murely sat her­self on 
the edge. She fussed and fid­geted a mo­ment, as if ex­per­i­en­cing a last brief in­stant of 
nervous­ness, un­til Bobby fin­ished fuss­ing with the cov­ers and sat down be­side her.

 “Hey!” he said. “Ex­cited?”

 “A little, I guess,” Har­mony said with an ap­pre­hens­ive look. “I’ve never done 
any­thing like this be­fore!”

 “No need to worry.” Bobby said re­as­sur­ingly. “I have, and there’s noth­ing at all 
to be scared of. Just keep kiss­ing me and hold me tight, and it will really all be fine. Here, let 
me get us an­other glass of cham­pagne, and then I’ll put on a re­cord.”

 Bobby dis­creetly tip­toed by where Melody and Cooper were en­gaged in a joy­ful 
strok­ing ses­sion, and re­covered the bottle of cham­pagne. He poured him­self and 
Har­mony two full glasses, and then se­lec­ted a Beatle re­cord for the ste­reo. The first song 
he put on was All My Mov­ing, a song which he knew to be one of Har­mony’s fa­vor­ites; she
had told him so sev­eral times.

 He then moved back to Har­mony, still car­ry­ing the cham­pagne.

 Har­mony lif­ted her glass. “To you!” she said ten­derly to Bobby, look­ing 
long­ingly into his eyes. Bobby’s light hair was touseled, and she loved the way it looked. So 
boy­ish, and yet so ap­peal­ing. He smiled wide, and she was im­pressed by the white­ness of 
his teeth. “Small teeth, but nice ones.”

 Bobby looked at her long­ingly. “And, to you!’ he said with a warm smile. “Or, to us, 
I should say.” Har­mony looked at Bobby, and she felt a rush of hap­pi­ness come over her. 
She had never dreamed that she would ar­rive at this mo­ment. She kissed him lightly on the 
lips, a slow tender kiss that awakened Bobby com­pletely, as he be­came en­gulfed in 
pleas­ur­able sen­sa­tions.

 Bobby slowly broke away and downed his glass of cham­pagne. The sweet­ness and
the bubbles had a sooth­ing ef­fect on him, and Har­mony offered him a sip of hers, which he
quickly ac­cep­ted, down­ing half the glass be­fore of­fer­ing it back.

 “Save some for me!” Har­mony said, de­murely. She took back the glass and sipped 
at the re­mainder un­til it had van­ished into the in­ner re­cesses of her throat.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­hhh! That feels good,” she said as the cham­pagne began to have an 
in­stant ef­fect.

 Bobby’s re­sponse was to bend over and kiss Har­mony slowly on the lips, his 
pres­sure be­com­ing more and more sen­su­ous with each in­creas­ing mo­ment. Har­mony 
moaned with de­light as she felt Bobby’s lips press firmly over her own. His tongue began to 
ex­plore the crevices of her mouth as if he were a sol­it­ary trav­el­ler ex­plor­ing the sur­face
of the moon. Each little move­ment of his tongue sent de­li­cious shivers dan­cing up and 
down Har­mony’s spine.

 “Oh!” she moaned, through Bobby’s kisses. “What you’re do­ing feel so nice!”

 “I’m glad you like it!” Bobby said with a tender glance. We have all af­ter­noon, so 
we might as well en­joy ourselves. He then pro­ceeded from Har­mony’s lips to her neck, 
lick­ing the junc­tion of her neck and shoulders un­til Har­mony thought she would go mad. 
Har­mony moaned with ex­cite­ment as Bobby gave soft little sucks to her tender neck. It felt 
so won­der­ful, hav­ing her neck licked and sucked. Bobby was like a ko­ala bear, softly 
nuzz­ling at her, let­ting his eager pink tongue dance in and out of the crevices of her neck, 
send­ing pleas­ur­able sen­sa­tions into her soul with every touch. Bobby’s hands were 
rov­ing up and down her back, dan­cing pat­terns over the tiny moun­tains of her spine, and 
knead­ing the muscles on either side.

 He held her in a pas­sion­ate em­brace.

 “So are you!” Har­mony lov­ingly replied.

 Bobby con­tin­ued to kiss and fondle Har­mony lov­ingly, as his pas­sion began to 
mount he felt a stir­ring in his loins, and the first rush of blood to reach the large vein of his 
penis made it swell slightly with its mes­sage of pleas­ure.

 Bobby gasped with de­light as Har­mony slowly began to fondle his body. Her 
hands reached around to his back and rubbed him gently. She felt his neck and his hair, and 
then let her hands drift down­ward to Bobby’s chest, where they lingered the briefest of 
mo­ments, brush­ing softly against his nipples. Then they turned aside, strok­ing as they did, 
and headed for lower quar­ters.

 He could feel it start to grow with an­ti­cip­a­tion as her fin­gers brushed lightly 
over the out­side of his cock.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” he moaned softly, as his pleas­ure star­ted to 
grow.

 “See, it’s get­ting big­ger j, big­ger!” Har­mony whispered as she rubbed it gently. 
She then swiftly swooped down, and with her lips, blew a gust of warm air against Bobby’s 
grow­ing tool. She blew into it again and again, tak­ing rapt de­light as Bobby’s throb­bing 
or­gan rap­idly grew to be a stiff­stander. Bobby grasped at her small but well-shaped 
breasts, squeez­ing them like there was no to­mor­row, as his pleas­ure in­creased by leaps 
and bounds. His prick was al­most up to full size by now and still con­fined in­ad­equately to 
his trousers.

 Har­mony blew an­other gasp of hot air into his trapped cap­tive and it al­most 
drove him mad. He gripped her breasts tightly, and, with a hur­ried mo­tion, he pulled her 
warm sweater over her head. He then quickly un­did the but­tons to Har­mony’s blouse, and 
in a flash, un­did her bra strap, leav­ing Har­mony’s beau­ti­ful breasts bob­bing free. And 
Har­mony was then com­pletely na­ked on top, her mouse brown hair con­trast­ing nicely 
with her del­ic­ate pink nipples.

 “Oh!” she said. “It’s a little chilly up here. Keep me warm.” Bobby’s re­sponse was to 
fasten his mouth to one of her del­ic­ate nipples and be­gin lust­ily suck­ing away. Har­mony 
writhed and moaned with each del­ic­ate touch of his tender tongue as it tickled her nipples 
and provided her with de­li­cious sen­sa­tions. She felt heav­enly as his tongue danced up 
and down her chest, paus­ing at her belly but­ton, and then swoop­ing ever up­ward to 
cap­ture a nipple in its pas­sion­ate em­brace.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh! Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” she moaned quietly, as Bobby’s 
tongue danced down to her na­vel and back.

 “Lie back and en­joy,” he said, as he then con­tin­ued to lick Har­mony’s will­ing 
body, his tongue thrust in and out of her na­vel and then back to her nipples as Har­mony 
moaned in pleas­ure.

 Har­mony sighed with ex­cite­ment. The ex­quis­ite sen­sa­tions were quite a bit 
more than she was ex­pect­ing.

 It was bey­ond what she had felt and was used to, and she was de­lighted at the 
feel­ings that she was ex­per­i­en­cing. Her every fibre seemed to be on edge, as Bobby’s 
tongue licked and dar­ted away at her ex­posed breasts and belly. How happy she felt. She 
reached her hands in­side Bobby’s shirt and began to caress his chest and nipples as he licked
away at hers, softly and ten­derly.

 “Oh­h­h­hhh!” Bobby cried. “That feels so good!” Har­mony then pro­ceeded to 
stick her saucy fin­gers un­der­neath the waist­band of Bobby’s tight jeans, reached be­neath 
his jockey shorts and caressed his rampant stiff hardon. Bobby let out a groan as he felt his 
penis be­ing mas­saged, and he let his breath out in spare little gasps as he felt his pleas­ure 
mount­ing un­der Har­mony’s tender caresses.

 “Oh!” he moaned. “You really know how to do it to me!” Har­mony smiled warmly. 
“I’m just try­ing to make you as happy as I pos­sibly can!” she said. “Would you like to feel my 
pussy?” Bobby needed no fur­ther in­spir­a­tion and quickly reached his hand in­side 
Har­mony’s skirt and felt her wet, tight hole. Har­mony’s pussy was throb­bing with the 
ex­cite­ment of Bobby’s fin­gers, and its juices seemed warm and in­vit­ing to their probe.

 “OOOOOOOOO­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­H­HHH!” she cried, as Bobby’s nimble fin­gers 
made their entry into the gates of heaven.

 “That feels nice and wet and juicy!” Bobby replied, dip­ping his fin­gers still deeper 
into the well.

 Har­mony moaned with an­ti­cip­a­tion and ex­cite­ment as Bobby’s fin­gers did 
little dances in­side her hot wet va­gina. She truly felt as horny as she had ever been. She 
reached down with her free hand and opened Bobby’s zip­per. With the hand that was still 
in­side his pants, she took his enorm­ous stiff prick and poked it out the front of his pants, 
free to the world and point­ing at the ceil­ing.

 “Mmmmmmmmm!” she said loudly, reach­ing down with her mouth and kiss­ing 
his hot penis. “This is what I’ve been wait­ing for!”

 She then began to lust­ily lick and suck at Bobby’s gi­gantic or­gan, thrust­ing her 
tongue in and out of the pisshole groove, and let­ting the enorm­ous swollen head slide in 
and out of her mouth. Bobby was ob­vi­ously pleased as he writhed and moaned with 
pleas­ure.

 “Ahr!” he cried. “What you’re do­ing feels so good! Do it some more! It’s so nice!” 
Har­mony pro­ceeded to do her own in­no­cent ver­sion of deep throat on Bobby’s out 
reach­ing pecker, slid­ing it as far down her throat as it would go, and then let­ting it emerge 
al­most to the edge of the head, be­fore en­gulf­ing the massive or­gan again all the way to 
her ton­sils. Bobby was go­ing mad.

 “Suck me!” he cried des­per­ately.

 “MMF!” re­spon­ded Har­mony de­murely, as good an an­swer as she could 
provide him with a mouth­ful of cock.

 Bobby’s hips rocked with the pleas­ure of what was hap­pen­ing, and then, with one
fell swoop, Har­mony re­leased his balls from their tor­tured prison in­side his jeans, let­ting 
them emerge into the open air. Bobby’s balls rose and fell as they came out, and Har­mony 
im­me­di­ately began to lick and kiss them as if there was no to­mor­row, send­ing the most 
ec­static shivers up Bobby’s spine.

 “Oh­h­hhh! Love! Do it some more!” Bobby sighed. He was very pleased with what 
was go­ing on.

 Har­mony con­tin­ued to run her tongue all over his na­ked groin­flesh as Bobby 
shivered with de­light. His prick was as stiff as a may­pole, and he let it bobble up and down 
in Har­mony’s juicy mouth as she con­tin­ued to lick and suck away. She would run her 
tongue up and down the length of his enorm­ous tool, and then let it dart to the balls, 
form­ing little pat­terns and designs as it danced across the land­scape of Bobby’s three piece
set.

 By then, Bobby had his fin­gers bur­ied as deep as they would go in Har­mony’s 
tight little va­gina. He could feel the tight­ness des­pite all the wet­ness that was 
en­vel­op­ing his fin­gers, and it felt truly de­li­cious. He felt Har­mony’s tight maid­en­head 
crowding over his fin­ger, and he wanted to burst it with his prick right then and there, but 
Bobby was a boy with a cau­tious nature, and it told him to go slowly, that this would be a 
mem­or­able ex­per­i­ence.

 “Take off your pants!” Har­mony com­manded, and in a flash, Bobby was out of his 
tight jeans and jockey shorts and na­ked from the waist down.

 “Now you take off yours!” he said to Har­mony, and she quickly slid out of her skirt 
and panties un­til she too was na­ked from the waist down.

 “Hey!” Har­mony said to Bobby. “That’s no fair. You’re still wear­ing your shirt!” 
Bobby quickly slipped out of his shirt and T-shirt, and pro­ceeded to re­move his socks, which 
were the last item of cloth­ing he had on.

 “And your stock­ings!” he said to Har­mony, and she read­ily com­plied, re­mov­ing
her stock­ings del­ic­ately and toss­ing them aside.

 Cooper and Melody were busy in a dis­tant comer in the at­tic. They were much too
busy, in fact to no­tice any­thing that Bobby and Melody might hap­pen to be do­ing. Melody
was com­pletely na­ked, and Cooper was laid out be­fore her, lust­ily lick­ing away at her 
pussy. His hands were reach­ing up and play­ing with her boobies, as she softly moaned in 
de­light. Her long blonde hair hung back in golden cas­cades, as she res­ted her hands 
be­neath her pen­du­lous breasts as Cooper caressed the nipples.

 Cooper then reached one hand down, and, lick­ing a fin­ger, in­ser­ted it up his 
sis­ter’s bot­tom. Melody sighed with de­light at this de­li­cious as­sault to her as­shole, and 
rocked back and forth on Cooper’s fin­ger. She only wished that she had the reach to re­turn 
the fa­vor, but the po­s­i­tion was awk­ward, she be­ing stretched out on the floor.

 Cooper let his fin­ger dance in and out gently as he pro­ceeded to lust­ily suck all of
his sis­ter’s dainty clit­oris into the in­ner re­cesses of his mouth. It truly felt in­cred­ible to 
have this warm, writh­ing pussy between his lips.

 He sucked, licked, sucked, licked and he could feel the blondish brown bushy hairs 
between his lips, and oc­ca­sion­ally, he would have to pause in his pleas­ure to spit some 
out. But all in all, his work was de­li­cious, and he thor­oughly en­joyed what he was do­ing.

 Melody then shif­ted po­s­i­tions so that they were in a sixty nine. Cooper 
con­tin­ued to suck away at her hot little clit, while she then pro­ceeded to take his huge 
young erec­tion into her mouth. Cooper re­in­ser­ted his fin­ger into her bot­tom, and this 
time Melody was able to re­spond in kind, send­ing shivers up Cooper’s spine.

 “Yeah! Put your fin­ger up my as­shole!” Cooper said with a grin. “Then I’ll eat your 
pussy, and then I’ll fuck you!”

 Melody con­tin­ued to lick and suck away, tak­ing Coopers eight inch stiff­stander 
deep into the comers of her mouth, giv­ing him im­mense pleas­ure with every stroke.

 “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!” Cooper moaned. “I’ll bet that noth­ing in the 
world feels bet­ter than this!”

 “Oh­hhh! Shut up and eat my pussy,” Melody whispered hap­pily.

 Cooper pro­ceeded to do just that, lick­ing and suck­ing away with rapid speed, 
at­tempt­ing to pro­pel his sis­ter to­ward a rapid or­gasm. She shook and trembled at the 
de­light of his tongue.

 Melody licked and sucked away at Cooper’s throb­bing or­gan, tak­ing at first just 
the head, and then the en­tire penis into her throb­bing mouth. She sighed loudly.

 “Oh­h­hhh!” she said.

 “You can say that again!” Cooper lust­ily replied.

 “Say what?” asked Melody in­no­cently.

 “What you said!” replied Cooper.

 “I didn’t say any­thing,” Melody answered.

 “Yes you did, silly girl!”

 “I did not!”

 “Yes you did! You moaned. Now keep quiet and suck!” Cooper re­turned to his 
joy­ous work, in­sert­ing one fin­ger up his sis­ter’s slimy pussy, while in­sert­ing an­other 
fin­ger up her cav­ernous tight bot­tom.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” Melody moaned again “That really feels good, Coop. 
You’re really learn­ing fast!” Cooper made no reply, but con­tin­ued to work his fin­gers in 
and out of his sis­ter’s ori­fices, while lust­ily suck­ing away at her clit­oris.

 Melody sucked at his prick un­til she could feel the sperm well up in his balls, and 
then she pulled away.

 “Hey,” she said, look­ing at her brother with lust in her eyes. “There’s some­thing 
new I want you to try! I’m go­ing to turn over, and when I do, I want you to slip it in!”

 “Slip it in?” Cooper asked in as­ton­ish­ment. “Where?”

 “Up my bot­tom, silly boy!” Melody de­murely re­spon­ded. She then pro­ceeded to
turn over on her belly and arch her bot­tom in­vit­ingly.

 “Come and get it!” she said with a grin.

 Cooper needed no fur­ther in­vit­a­tion. He had heard of bot­tom fuck­ing be­fore, 
but he had never dreamed that he’d ac­tu­ally have a chance to try it. He put his hand to his 
mouth and licked it all over, cov­er­ing his palm with his moist sticky saliva. He then 
trans­ferred the juices to his prick, provid­ing ad­equate lub­ric­a­tion for a voy­age to such 
an exotic chan­nel.

 Melody did the same for her bot­tom hole, lick­ing her fin­ger and then in­sert­ing 
it up her tiny chan­nel un­til she was sure that it was moist enough to fa­cil­it­ate entry. She 
then po­si­tioned Cooper’s ti­tanic shaft at the portal to her bot­tom.

 “Now, be gentle!” she cau­tioned, let­ting Cooper in­sert just the tip of his 
mam­moth or­gan into her tiny cham­ber. She then let him enter her, inch by slow inch, 
groan­ing as he made his way up the length of her in­test­ine.

 “Wow!” said Cooper. “It feels nice and tight!”

 “Go easy!” Melody said. “Oth­er­wise it will hurt.” Cooper let his prick slowly glide in 
and out, rev­el­ing in the warmth and tight­ness of his sis­ter’s supple bowel. The tight­ness 
of the feel­ing de­lighted him. He loved it! Cooper now felt the liberty of mov­ing freely in 
and out of his sis­ter’s as­shole, and he had the in­cred­ible sen­sa­tion of be­ing able to 
reach down and stick a fin­ger into her pussy as he glided in and out of her lub­ric­ated 
bot­tom. He could feel his prick mov­ing back and forth with the fin­ger he had in­ser­ted 
into Melody’s pussy, and it felt truly de­light­ful.

 “Wow!” He thought to him­self. “I never ima­gined any­thing could be like this. It 
feels in­cred­ible!”

 “Oh­h­h­hhr!” groaned Melody, as Cooper’s stiff­stander went in and out of her 
nether cham­ber.

 “Owwwwww!” Cooper cried as she squeezed and clipped his prick.

 He could feel the hot jizm welling up in his balls, just wait­ing to be squeezed out by
Melody’s tal­en­ted as­shole.

 “Oh! Do it slowly!” Melody pleaded.

 “I’m go­ing as slow as I pos­sibly can!” Cooper told her. “My come feels like it wants 
to get out, and I’m en­joy­ing my­self too much to want to come this early!”

 “Do what feels right!” Melody urged him. “Here! Take it out a minute! Let me suck it 
and get it wet­ter!”

 Melody pro­ceeded to re­move Cooper’s stiff prick, and then, with a plop, it was out
in the air. She quickly took it up into her mouth, and sucked un­til Cooper thought he was 
ready to ex­plode.

 “Oh­h­h­hhr!” he cried anxiously. “Let me put it back in. Wet my whistle and let me 
put it back up your ass! Please, Mel­lie!”

 Melody quickly got back on her knees and let Cooper re­in­sert his huge tool into 
the in­ner re­cesses of her bowels. It felt nice and slip­pery now that she had lub­ric­ated his 
tool prop­erly, and she loved the way that Cooper’s prick slid in and out of her tender 
neth­er­hole. “Oh, that feels so good!” she cried. “I love it!” Cooper con­tin­ued to fuck her 
with faster and faster strokes, tick­ling her pussy with his fin­gers all the while. Then, with an 
in­geni­ous­ness born only of youth, he turned his sis­ter over without un­cock­ing, so that 
the two of them were face to face. Cooper’s gi­gantic prick was still bur­ied to its full eight 
inches in Melody’s throb­bing as­shole, and she writhed, squirmed, twis­ted un­der the 
pres­sure. “Oh­hhh!” she cried. “Fuck me! Fuck my ass!”

 Cooper went faster and faster, in and out, as his min­is­tra­tions began to reach a 
crisis. He felt the sperm welling up in his balls as Melody’s tight bum­hole clipped his act­ive 
randy prick.

 “Oh­h­h­h­hhr!” he cried. “I’m gonna come!”

 “Come! Come!” Melody urged him. “Oh, come up my ass!” Cooper thrust harder and
faster as Melody’s golden as­shole clipped him with every stroke.

 “Get ready, Melly!” he lust­ily cried.

 Melody was more than ready. Cooper had aban­doned her pussy and was 
squeez­ing her big boobies like they were foam rub­ber cush­ions.

 “Give it to me!” she cried.

 “I feel it com­ing!” Cooper lust­ily re­spon­ded.

 He pumped harder and faster, as the blood rushed to his prick to in­crease its 
di­men­sions as­ton­ish­ingly. He had never felt it so thick be­fore.

 He kissed his lusty sis­ter hard on the lips, and their tongues mingled in the throes 
of their four­teen and six­teen year old pleas­ure.

 “Oh­hhh! Let me have it!” Melody cried.

 “It’s com­ing! I can feel it!” Cooper lust­ily re­spon­ded, as he pumped away.

 He let his prick dance in and out of Melody’s tender bot­tom like a whirl­wind, 
dash­ing and dart­ing like there was no to­mor­row. She squeezed him so tightly that it felt as
if his prick had»been caught in a milk­ing ma­chine . His sperm was burst­ing to be let out!

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh! “ Cooper cried lust­ily. 
“Here I come! Ohhh! I’m com­ing! I’m gonna come, Melly! I’m gonna come right up your 
as­shole! Look out! It’s com­ing! Here comes my sperm! Oh! Cock! Cunt! Fuck! Sperm! I’m 
com­ing! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!”

 With seven or eight sud­den spurts, Cooper ejac­u­lated” a week’s worth of hot 
come into the depths of Melody’s bot­tom. At the same time, she felt a shud­der and came all
over Cooper’s hot prick.

 The two of them col­lapsed to the floor in ec­stasy. Cooper rolled about in the 
throes of de­light, his long prick still bur­ied in the in­ner re­cesses of his sis­ter’s lus­cious 
bowel.

 “Wow!” he whispered. “That was really some­thing!” Melody just lay back and 
sighed. She was de­lighted. She loved the feel­ing of her brother’s stiff or­gan be­ing bur­ied 
to the hilt in her bot­tom. It made her feel good to be filled up that way. Like she was in some 
way com­plete. It had al­ways been a secret letch of hers to have one prick up her bot­tom 
while an­other was throt­tling her cunt.

 “Ooh!” she cooed. “That really did feel good!”

 “Oh, it was noth­ing!” Cooper ex­claimed mod­estly.

 “No it wasn’t!” Melody said with pride. “You’re really some­thing! You’re go­ing to 
drive the girls crazy when you get just a little bit older. You really will!”

 Cooper blushed.

 “I’m ser­i­ous!” Melody replied to his con­fu­sion. “That was a won­der­ful fuck! I 
love to have a good stiff prick up my bot­tom!”

 “You’re still my sis­ter!” Cooper said proudly.

 Melody by now was glan­cing curi­ously over at the comer where Bobby and 
Har­mony were still en­gaged in vig­or­ous fore­play.

 “Hey!” Cooper said. “We were hav­ing such a good time, we al­most for­got about 
old Har­mony’s vir­gin­ity!”

 “It looks as though she still has it!” Melody replied with a know­ing smile.

 “But not for long!” Cooper said with a saucy grin.

 “Look at them pet!” Melody ob­served. “She’s really hav­ing some fun. Bobby may 
be my boy­friend, but I can’t deny Har­mony her share of hap­pi­ness!”

 “Yeah!” Cooper re­spon­ded. “And she sure does look happy!”

 “Listen to her moan!” Melody said.

 Har­mony was writh­ing and moan­ing as Bobby’s fin­gers were do­ing a swift 
dance in­side her va­gina. Her lips were glued to Bobby’s, and she had his enorm­ously thick 
tool en­gaged in her tightly clenched hand, and was jerking him off at a rapid pace.

 “Great!” nod­ded Cooper. “Now we get to see him take her cherry!” It was ob­vi­ous
that Bobby and Har­mony could not delay the in­ev­it­able much longer. They moaned and 
panted as if there were no to­mor­row as their horn­i­ness grew. Bobby stuck his tongue deep
into Har­mony’s mouth, as his right hand con­tin­ued to fin­ger fuck her vir­gin pussy.

 Har­mony had Bobby’s prick clenched so tightly in her hand that the head was a 
bright shade of purple, like the sweetest of wine. She sud­denly bent down and star­ted 
plant­ing sweet wet kisses on the head of his enorm­ous or­gan, mak­ing loud smack­ing 
sounds as she did “Oooooooh!” she cried out! “What a won­der­ful prick!”

 “Are you al­most ready?” Bobby asked her with plead­ing eyes.

 “Yes! Oh, my darling, yes!” Har­mony cried, kiss­ing his stiff prick all the harder.

 “Then kiss me!” Bobby com­manded, pulling her thin form to his lips.

 Har­mony stuck her tongue into Bobby’s wait­ing mouth, and rubbed her very hot, 
wet bust against his belly. Bobby’s ex­cite­ment was clearly mount­ing as he felt the warm 
bush juices dribble along his belly. He reached down and felt the tight, wet vir­gin pussy.

 “Are you ready to be­come a wo­man now?” he asked kindly.

 “Yes, oh yes!” Har­mony im­plored him.

 “Lie down then, and open your legs wide!” Bobby told her.

 “You will be gentle, won’t you?” Har­mony asked im­plor­ingly.

 “Yes, of course, my darling!”

 “And you won’t hurt me?”

 “It may hurt a little at first, but after that, my love, there will be only joy!” Har­mony 
looked at Bobby long­ingly.

 “Then, put it in!” she com­manded with lust in her eyes. “I want to know what 
fuck­ing is like. I want you to fuck me Bobby! Fuck me good! Just like you fuck Melody!”

 Bobby looked down at her and caught his breath. He was as­ton­ished that this 
seem­ingly shy quiet girl could turn out to be even more pas­sion­ate than her vo­lup­tu­ous 
younger sis­ter.

 “I’ll try to be gentle.” Bobby said ten­derly.

 “Please, please, put it in!” Har­mony urged him. “I want to be fucked!” Bobby gave 
her a tender glance.

 “O.K.,” he said, lov­ingly.

 Bobby then lay her on her back on the sofa bed, spread­ing her thin legs wide apart 
so as to fa­cil­it­ate entry. He reached down and gave her va­gina a few good licks, just to be 
sure it was wet enough.

 “Oh­h­h­h­hhh!” Har­mony moaned.

 Her va­gina cer­tainly was wet enough, but it seemed ex­traordin­ar­ily tight.

 Bobby quickly got on top of Har­mony and kissed her lightly on the lips.

 “Don’t be afraid, darling!” he said lov­ingly. “This wont hurt at all.” He pressed his 
awe­somely swollen tool into the first folds of Har­mony’s tender vir­gin pussy­flesh. He rode 
smoothly past her large and small lips, and they en­vel­oped him, cov­er­ing the huge head of
his mem­ber.

 All of a sud­den he felt a sharp strong bar­rier to his entry. He pressed up against it 
and felt a firm res­ist­ance. He pressed harder.

 Har­mony moaned.

 “Oooooooooo­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” she cried in mixed pleas­ure and 
pain at her portal of entry.

 Bobby pressed harder.

 “Ah­h­hhh!” Har­mony cried, as she felt her maid­enly bar­rier start to give way.

 Bobby with­drew a bit and began to thrust up against her bar­rier. Cooper and 
Melody looked raptly on.

 “Ahr!” Bobby cried as he struggled against Har­mony’s stub­born hy­men.

 “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Har­mony yelped, as the pres­sure of Bobby’s entry seemed to make 
her ex­plode.

 Bobby pushed and thrust harder and harder. He felt the re­luct­ant maid­en­head 
start to give way.

 “Now! Oh, please! Now! I’m ready!” Har­mony cried. “Put it in all the way!” Bobby 
pulled back. He knew that with one more good thrust, he would be in. He tested her 
maid­en­head once again, rub­bing softly against it, and send­ing Har­mony into a state of 
vir­tual ec­stasy.

 “Now!” she cried. “Oh! Put it in! Please!” Bobby pushed again. He felt her del­ic­ate 
mem­brane about to give way. With a push and a jerk, he was al­most up her. “This is it!” 
Bobby thought. All his thoughts were on get­ting into Har­mony, of fuck­ing her for all he was
worth. He pulled back again. “Here I go!” he thought. Har­mony moaned un­con­trol­lably 
be­neath him. This time, Bobby didn’t stop to think.

 He thrust his thun­der­ing bush­whacker into the pit of her smoul­der­ing vol­cano.

 They ex­ploded!!!

 After two thun­der­ing cli­maxes, Bobby and Har­mony lay re­lax­ing in each 
oth­ers arms. It had truly been an in­cred­ible ex­per­i­ence for both of them. Bobby, al­most 
as soon as he entered, was over­come with an in­cred­ible sense of tight­ness, as his prick 
quickly went up the en­tire length of Har­mony’s vir­gin pussy. It gripped his thick young 
or­gan like a glove, and seemed as if it wouldn’t let go for any­thing in the world.

 Har­mony was in a com­plete state of ec­stasy at be­ing filled com­pletely for the 
first time in her life. She had never even had so much as a tam­pon up her be­fore, and the 
sen­sa­tion of hav­ing a big thick penis up her quiv­er­ing pussy was more than she could 
stand. She writhed un­con­trol­lably as Bobby entered her to the hilt, hump­ing him up and 
down un­con­sciously.

 “Easy, now!” Bobby had said gently.

 “Ohr!” Har­mony had replied. “It feels so good!”

 “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Bobby asked ten­derly.

 “J-Just a little.” Har­mony had replied through clenched teeth.

 Bobby had then com­menced his thrust­ing mo­tions, mov­ing slowly and smoothly
in and out, in and out, like mu­sic. The Beatles were play­ing on the ste­reo in the 
back­ground, and their mu­sic brought a strangely re­as­sur­ing qual­ity to Har­mony’s 
ini­tial ex­per­i­ence.

 “Oohr!” Har­mony gasped as Bobby pushed his stiff pole in and out dur­ing a 
par­tic­u­larly ex­cit­ing George Har­rison gui­tar solo.

 Bobby kept up his firm yet gentle pace, mov­ing with the ex­pert lithe­ness of a 
dan­cer in his am­at­ory mo­tions. He placed his hands be­neath Har­mony’s but­tocks to 
steady her, and to­gether, they fucked their way away to the strains of such seem­ingly 
in­no­cent songs as I Want To Hold Your Hand and This Boy and All My Lov­ing.

 Har­mony gripped her arms tightly around Bobby as he con­tin­ued thrust­ing, 
hold­ing him tight, as Ringo launched into I Wanna Be Your Man.

 “I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man.”

 “Love me like no other, baby, Like no other can.” Ringo wasn’t a good singer, but he
had great en­thu­si­asm, and ac­tu­ally sang very well for a drum­mer. The beat was elec­tric 
and very sexual, and Bobby and Har­mony found them­selves rock­ing in time to the mu­sic.

 “Oh­h­h­h­hhh!” Har­mony had said. “This is heaven! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me good.
It feels so right now hold me tight! Let me be the only one. And then I might, never be the 
lonely one!”

 Bobby had re­spon­ded with “Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, to­mor­row I’ll miss 
you, re­mem­ber I’ll al­ways be true, and then while I’m away, I’ll write home every day, and I’ll
send all my lov­ing to you!”

 Har­mony felt as if Bobby’s rampant doodle were filling her up all the way to the 
na­vel.

 “Oh!” she cried. “Stick it in deeper! All the way, Bobby! All the way into her vir­gin 
pussy like a wind­mill!”

 Har­mony was in a vir­tual state of ec­stasy at this kind of thing which she had 
never known be­fore.

 “Oh­h­hhh! It feels so good!” she had cried again and again, swept away in the 
ec­stasy of the mo­ment.

 Bobby had been very re­as­sur­ing as he thrust his cock in and out, cre­at­ing an 
un­be­liev­able show for Cooper and Melody, who were watch­ing in a state of rapt 
at­ten­tion.

 “Man, look at them go!” Cooper had said.

 “Hush! Don’t! We’ll dis­turb them!” Melody had said, as she watched them, 
breath­ing heav­ily.

 Bobby and Har­mony con­tin­ued at their frantic pace, fuck­ing un­til the cows 
came home. Har­mony tightly gripped Bobby’s but­tocks in her hands, hold­ing on for dear 
life, as he thwacked the day­lights out of her. Her bush would be an in­cred­ibly tender 
par­cel of land be­fore the day was through.

 Har­mony groaned and moaned as Bobby’s prick plowed through her vir­gin north 
forty, go­ing a mile a minute and not stop­ping for any­thing.

 Bobby gave a little sigh and reached up to fondle Har­mony’s de­li­cious tit­ties. He 
took one in his mouth and began to suck it, softly, gently, at first just tak­ing a sol­it­ary 
nipple into his mouth, and then try­ing to en­com­pass the en­tire breast, or at least the flat 
pink cherry­skin.

 He licked and sucked away at the breast as Har­mony moaned be­neath him and 
clawed at his back, call­ing him all man­ners of en­dear­ments.

 “Oh darling, oh love, oh sweet, oh sugar!” she would say, kiss­ing his open lips as 
she did so.

 “It’s o.k., honey!” Bobby ten­derly re­spon­ded. “Just ride with me and en­joy 
your­self!” Bobby rode on in his thrill­ing ride, now hold­ing Har­mony by the hips and 
but­tocks as she clenched at his back. Her nails raked over his na­ked back and but­tocks, at 
times scratch­ing him so sharply that she drew blood. Bobby hardly even no­ticed, so busy 
was he with his joy­ful chore.

 He fucked away, ob­li­vi­ous to all but the awe­some sen­sa­tion em­an­at­ing from
his groin, ur­ging him on to greater and greater heights of ec­stasy.

 “Oh!” he cried. “Fuck me, love! Spunk! Sperm! Come! Come!” Har­mony fucked on. 
She loved it.

 Bobby cried still louder as the spunk built up in­side him.

 “Oh, Spunk!” he cried.

 “Hold me tight!” Har­mony screamed.

 Hot­ter and hot­ter they fucked on as if there were no to­mor­row. Bobby felt as if 
he were about to ex­plode as his balls grew more and more pres­sured from the buildup of 
sperm in­side. He felt as if he had reached the ex­treme spir­itual state, as if all his muscles 
were un­con­trol­lably throb­bing, as he fucked on and on into the hot tepid af­ter­noon.

 Har­mony’s va­gina clasped his prick in a won­der­fully tight em­brace, and he 
yelled as he felt him­self about to come.

 “Oh­h­h­h­hhh!” he cried. “I’m gonna come! Oh, come with me, Har­mony! Please 
come with me!”

 Har­mony’s first or­gasm had only been that morn­ing, but, hav­ing ex­per­i­enced 
one, she knew what to ex­pect, and began to feel a sim­ilar buildup between her loins. She 
groaned as her juices welled up for the in­ev­it­able burst­ing.

 “Oh­h­h­hhr! Fuck me! Please fuck me! Harder!” she cried.

 Bobby was more than glad to com­ply with her wishes, thrust­ing harder and harder
into her loins with his stiff ma­chine.

 “Oh! It feels so good!” he joy­ously ex­claimed. Faster and faster they moved, a 
beast with two backs, as they whirled and diddled to­ward a thun­der­ing cli­max, two mad 
dan­cers out of synch with the world.

 “Bobby! Oh Bobby!” Har­mony cried. “Make me come!” Bobby fucked as hard as he 
pos­sibly could, send­ing sen­sa­tional waves of pleas­ure down his spine, and all through his 
body. He truly felt ready for a thun­der­ing or­gasm.

 “Oh! Fuck me!” Har­mony urged.

 Bobby fucked un­til he felt like he was ready to ex­plode. His balls were like twin 
rock­ets, ready for blastoff, and his throb­bing stiff prick was like a nuc­lear mis­sile poin­ted 
to­ward in­ner space.

 Faster and faster he thrust in­side Har­mony’s tight little vir­gin box, thrust­ing her 
tender in­sides into mince­meat. Still she moaned.

 “Fuck me! Oh fuck me! Give me your come!” Har­mony begged.

 She was do­ing quite some hump­ing now her­self, rock­ing up and down and back
and forth like a whirl­ing dervish.

 “Oh, Love!” Bobby cried out.

 “Give it to me!” Har­mony cried.

 “I’m go­ing to!” Bobby said, through clenched teeth. “I’m go­ing to give it to you. 
I’m go­ing to give it to you all. Here comes my sperm! I’m go­ing to give you my come! Take 
my juice! Yes! Take it all! Take my come, love! Take all my sweet, hot, sticky come!”

 Har­mony was like a ti­ger, boun­cing up and down and swiv­el­ing her hips in rapt 
ec­stasy. Her eyes were like sau­cers, wide and blank, so that all you could see were the 
whites.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” she cried. “I’m com­ing!” Bobby fucked harder and faster than 
he had ever fucked be­fore. The room was whirl­ing around be­fore him, and he had no sense
of space or time, no sense of do­ing any­thing but fuck­ing away. He felt the sperm rising in 
his balls. Now, there was no delay­ing the in­ev­it­able.

 “Oh!” he cried. “I’m com­ing! Come with me, love! Come!”

 “Oh, come, Love!” Har­mony shrieked. “I’ll come too!” In one manic mo­ment, they 
were like a single per­son, as Har­mony and Bobby shot their juices out in a mu­tual 
ex­plo­sion that could have re­gistered on the Richter scale. It was quite some time be­fore 
they came down to earth, and when they did, they dis­covered Cooper and Melody stand­ing 
over them, smil­ing.

 “Well! You guys cer­tainly seem to have had a good time!” Melody said gaily, softly 
caress­ing her sis­ter’s now non­vir­ginal breasts.

 “And how!” Cooper ad­ded in. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen any­body so ex­cited 
about any­thing ever! You guys were really go­ing at it a mile a minute!”

 Melody looked ques­tion­ingly at her sis­ter.

 “How does it feel to be a com­plete wo­man?” she asked with kind­ness.

 “HEAV­ENLY!” Har­mony re­spon­ded, a broad smile creas­ing her pretty fea­tures.

 “And how about you?” Melody gam­ishly asked Bobby. “How did it feel to have 
an­other vir­gin after so long?”

 “Quite nice, thank you!” Bobby dis­creetly replied.

 “One thing I can say. You both sure do look happy!” Cooper ad­ded with a wicked 
grin.

 “I feel won­der­fully happy!” Har­mony ad­ded with an ec­stat­ic­ally happy look 
cross­ing her face. “But oh! I must be such a mess!”

 Har­mony got up a bit un­stead­ily. A thin trickle of sperm and pink blood dripped 
from between her legs.

 “Oh! You’re bleed­ing!” Melody cried out.

 “Someone get a towel!” Bobby called out to Cooper and Melody, who were still 
hov­er­ing nearby.

 Cooper quickly went off in search of some­thing to mop up after his sis­ter’s lost 
maid­en­head. Melody looked at the del­ic­ate pink trickle.

 “Now you’re really a wo­man!” she beamed.

 “I didn’t hurt much, did I?” asked Bobby, kindly.

 “Hardly at all!” Har­mony replied gaily.

 Melody kissed Bobby and Har­mony all over, as she climbed into bed with the two 
of them. The ste­reo was still play­ing, and the three of them snuggled hap­pily to­gether as 
they listened to the mu­sic, quite con­tent with each other’s com­pany.

 Cooper soon re­turned with a towel and a warm cloth, which he used to lov­ingly 
wipe his sis­ter’s va­gina clean. Melody had soon taken over the chore for him, and she 
dain­tily cleansed her older sis­ter in­side and out. Bobby laid back and ex­amined the 
out­side lips of her cunt.

 “It’s funny,” he thought, “how a girl doesn’t look any dif­fer­ent af­ter­wards!” He 
opened the lips to her va­gina, del­ic­ately, as there might be sore­ness, and peered in­side. 
He could see the little tom sec­tion of flesh of what had formerly been Har­mony’s vir­gin 
maid­en­head. It gave him a strange sense of pride to have done that to his girl­friend’s older 
and more bash­ful sis­ter, as if he had ac­com­plished a use­ful pub­lic ser­vice for the 
gov­ern­ment, or the Boy Scouts or some­thing of that or­der.

 Cooper smiled to him­self. He was sure that his re­la­tion­ship with Melody was 
se­cure now, and that there would be months or even years of fun to fol­low. He was very 
pleased at the close­ness that ex­is­ted between the four of them. After all, Bobby and 
Har­mony were the old­est of the group, and they were only sev­en­teen, three years older 
than he was. Melody was even closer in age, and es­pe­cially in spirit. They were truly two 
eggs from the same nest! Bobby too was pleased.

 “Who could ever have such an un­der­stand­ing girl­friend!” he thought to him­self.
“To let me fuck her big sis­ter and not be jeal­ous or any­thing! I’m proud of her. Melody’s the
greatest girl in the whole world!”

 Melody was proud of Bobby, too. She’d al­ways ad­mired Har­mony and looked up 
to her, and it pleased her that her dearest sis­ter had fi­nally come out of her shell enough to 
ac­cept the joys of sexu­al­ity into her life.

 “Oh well!” she thought. “This won’t last forever. Pretty soon, Har­mony will have 
dis­covered how at­tract­ive she really can be, and then there’ll be no stop­ping her. She’ll 
find a boy that she really likes a lot, and then he’ll be her boy­friend. I’ll try not to be jeal­ous 
when she gets someone new!”

 Bobby’s thoughts were along the same line, for he truly had grown very fond of 
Har­mony in the space of a morn­ing and an af­ter­noon, and he was sorry at the thought of 
her even­tu­ally leav­ing to find someone new.

 “But we’ll have lots of fun be­fore that hap­pens!” he reasoned to him­self and so 
was happy.

 The same was true for Cooper. He knew that he couldn’t fuck Melody for the rest of 
his life, that Bobby would con­sider him a pest and so would his sis­ters if he kept be­ing 
per­sist­ent, but the thought of the im­me­di­ate fu­ture was more than enough com­fort.

 “It’ll all blow over someday soon!” he thought to him­self. “But till then, won’t we 
have some time!”

 All four of them lay in bed in a com­pletely bliss­ful state, with not a single care in 
the world. The last re­cord had gone off the ste­reo, and they lay, all four in each oth­ers 
arms, en­joy­ing the still sounds of their col­lect­ive si­lence. Kiss­ing and hug­ging was the 
rule rather than the ex­cep­tion with these four happy teen­agers.

 “I feel so close to all of you!” Har­mony said with a won­der­ful smile creas­ing her 
plain yet amaz­ing pretty face.

 “I’m glad to be a part of this fam­ily!” Cooper said hap­pily. “I can’t ima­gine two 
bet­ter sis­ters in all the world, and Bobby is just like a brother to me! I love him just as much 
as Har­mony and Melody!”

 “This is what the Beatles were really talk­ing about!” said Melody gaily. “Look at us! 
All four of us in a bed hold­ing a love-in. All you really need is love! Just like in the song!” She 
ten­derly kissed all three of them on the lips, first Bobby, and then Har­mony and Cooper.

 “Gee, it’s a shame that we can’t bring Mom and Dad into all this!” said Cooper 
in­no­cently.

 “You know!” said Melody brightly. “I’ll bet we can!”

 “Har­mony looked at her sis­ter curi­ously. “How?” she asked.

 “I know!” said Har­mony brightly. “To­night, I’ll lay out one of Mom’s sexy 
night­gowns. I’ll tell her I want to try it on, and then I’ll leave it on her bed. That way, it will be 
out when she goes up­stairs, and she’ll be al­most sure to put it on! That way, maybe Dad will 
get the idea and start to give her a little bit of love. There’s no reason he should have to go 
pok­ing around some closet full of snooty books with a sexy gal like Mom around!”

 “What a great idea!” Har­mony said with a smile.

 Bobby and Cooper read­ily agreed, and they all set about mak­ing plans. Har­mony 
and Melody set about ar­ran­ging and hand­ing out cloth­ing form the pile, and the four 
happy teen­agers hap­pily got dressed, stop­ping fre­quently to kiss and fondle each other as
they did.

 “Wow! I can’t wait!” said Cooper, lick­ing his lips with an­ti­cip­a­tion of a 
de­light­ful night.

 “Dad should be home really soon!” said Melody. “It’s al­most five o’ clock!”

 “Hurry and get dressed!” Har­mony said. “We’ll all go down to din­ner to­gether. 
They won’t sus­pect a thing. They’ll just think we’ve been up­stairs in the at­tic listen­ing to 
some re­cords.” The happy teens were by then fully dressed, and to­gether, they cleaned up 
the at­tic to re­semble its former state. The bed was neatly made back into a sofa, and the 
vir­gin­ity stained sheets were care­fully fol­ded up to be washed by Melody’s lov­ing hand.

 “I feel so happy!” Cooper said with a smile. “Let’s all go down­stairs! I can’t wait 
un­til Dad gets home!”

 With their arms around each other, the four teen­agers headed down­stairs.





CHAPTER SIX


It was a happy group that gathered around the Hooper din­ner table later on.. Of 
course, Bobby was in­vited to stay and he ac­cep­ted with ready de­light.

 “Thank you so much for in­vit­ing me!” he said to Mrs. Hooper as he wolfed down 
his second help­ing of roast beef.

 “Oh, it was noth­ing.” Mrs. Hooper said with a pretty smile. “Bobby, we’re al­ways 
glad to have you, Bobby!”

 Mr. Hooper was in a won­der­ful mood. “Well, chil­dren! I guess you got a lucky 
break today!” he said with a wide grin. “Ima­gine, hav­ing three quar­ters of a day Without 
school be­cause of a wa­ter main. And I sup­pose now they’re go­ing to come to me for a 
loan to fix it! I think I’ll tell them no siree and let you kids stay out of school an­other few 
weeks!”

 “That’s it, Dad!” Cooper gaily an­nounced. “You tell ‘em!”

 “And how was your day today, Daddy?” Har­mony de­murely asked.

 “Oh, pretty or­din­ary.” Mr. Hooper re­spon­ded. “The usual busi­ness at the bank. 
One day is much the same as the next, but I like it. My sec­ret­ary is go­ing to have a new 
baby in a few months and Mrs. Gonza­lez is out with the flu, but other than that, it’s busi­ness 
as usual.”

 “Noth­ing ex­cit­ing?” Mrs. Hooper asked him, already know­ing the an­swer in 
ad­vance, “Noth­ing out of the or­din­ary.” Mr. Hooper re­spon­ded. “My but you look nice 
to­night, Clara! Have you been to the hairdresser today?”

 “Why, yes! As a mat­ter of fact I have! How nice of you to no­tice!” Mrs. Hooper 
beamed. She was genu­inely pleased that her hus­band had no­ticed even a slight change in 
her ap­pear­ance.

 “And you all look so happy!” he said to the teens. “What did you all do all day, after 
you didn’t have any school?”

 The four young­sters glanced hap­pily around, un­sure as to what to say.

 “Oh we just sat up­stairs and listened to re­cords. The usual stuff. You know, 
Daddy!” Melody said plaint­ively.

 “I’ll bet I do!” Mr. Hooper said know­ingly. Listen­ing to the Vanilla Ele­phant and 
the Elec­tric Razor and all those crazy groups! Well, if you like them, they’re fine with me. It’s 
not what I might listen to if I were grow­ing up, but who’s to say? If you like them, then by all 
means, make yourselves happy! I’ll stick with Moz­art and Beeth­oven my­self.”

 The con­ver­sa­tion con­tin­ued in a light vein through­out din­ner, with Mr. 
Hooper de­light­ing his fam­ily with an un­be­liev­able as­sort­ment of bad jokes and old 
stor­ies from when he was a star foot­ball player in col­lege.

 “Tell me again how you met Mom!” Cooper would ask, and Mr. Hooper would go 
through the whole story, not miss­ing a beat, of how he and Clara had met at a dance her 
sor­or­ity was hav­ing, and how she was so in awe of him be­ing a big time foot­ball player.

 “But hap­pily we settled down in Kan­sas City to raise a fam­ily, as most people do,” 
said Mr. Hooper, in con­clu­sion.

 “In Kan­sas City?” asked Har­mony ques­tion­ingly.

 “No, it doesn’t ne­ces­sar­ily have to be Kan­sas City.” Mr. Hooper ad­der!: It could 
be Min­neapolis or Chicago or even Tokyo. Any­place you can hang your hat is home. That’s 
what l al­ways say. But it’s a nice town. Good place to raise a fam­ily. I like liv­ing here on 
Dog­wood Lane. We’ve been here al­most thir­teen years now. Ever since I got my 
pro­mo­tion to vice pres­id­ent. Mrs. Hooper looked at her hus­band ad­mir­ingly.

 “I’m per­fectly happy to be here.” she said. “Melody and Cooper. Would you be kind
enough to clear the table and bring us dessert?”

 Melody and Cooper were more than glad to com­ply, for they were good chil­dren 
at heart. They hap­pily re­moved the plates and glasses from the table. It was Har­mony’s turn
to wash that night, and so she stood at the sink, rins­ing the dishes as they came, be­fore 
be­ing called back to the table for cus­tard cream puffs, which Mrs. Hooper had made 
es­pe­cially for them that af­ter­noon.

 Dessert was de­li­cious, and af­ter­ward, Har­mony washed the dishes while Cooper
and his Dad and Bobby went down­stairs to the rec room to shoot a few games of pool. Mr. 
Hooper was an ex­pert player and took great pleas­ure in show­ing Cooper and Bobby some 
trick shots he had learned in his col­lege fra­tern­ity house.

 “Wow! I never would have thought you could sink one of those!” Cooper said, after 
Mr. Hooper made an es­pe­cially tricky shot.

 “It’s easy if you prac­tice it.” said Mr. Hooper. “Here. I’ll teach you how to line it up.” 
He then pa­tiently showed Cooper and Bobby how to make the shot, go­ing over it sev­eral 
times pa­tiently un­til he was sure that they had the ba­sics down.

 “Now you try!” he said to Cooper.

 Cooper missed the shot the first time he tried, but he set it up again, and this time 
he was right on the mark, as three balls went fly­ing into three sep­ar­ate pock­ets. Bobby had
more luck on his first try, and man­aged to sink all three with his shot.

 “Very good!” said Mr. Hooper. I used to be an ace at this, when I was in col­lege. The
girls were up­stairs with their mother en­joy­ing a tele­vi­sion movie about a blind skier who 
found her true love after she lost her sight, and pro­ceeded to win the han­di­capped ski 
jump cham­pi­on­ship of Amer­ica.

 They were in tears al­most through the whole movie, as it was such a sad story, but 
for­tu­nately for all, it had a happy end­ing. Mr. Hooper and the boys came up­stairs to watch
the last hour or so with them, and found it silly stuff, but they were tired of play­ing pool, and 
so they clustered around the tele­vi­sion.

 At el­even o’clock the news came on. Noth­ing par­tic­u­larly ex­cit­ing had 
happened in the news, sports or weather of Kan­sas City that day, and so the fam­ily watched 
dis­in­ter­estedly. At el­even thirty, Mr. Hooper said he was go­ing off to bed, and bid 
good­night to the as­sembly. Mrs. Hooper said that she would soon fol­low, as she was tired.

 Wendell Hooper kissed his daugh­ters good­night and headed up the stairs. He had
brought some work home with him to read be­fore he went to sleep, but he was not look­ing 
for­ward to it. He took his briefcase up­stairs with him, but once he had washed up and 
brushed his teeth, he left it in a comer and turned on Johnny Car­son on the bed­room tv.

 “No need to read some bor­ing re­port to­night!” he thought to him­self. Not when
Clara has her sexy night­gown set out.”

 He thought of go­ing to his closet and get­ting some­thing to read. There was a 
sen­sa­tional new Swedish magazine that he had only ac­quired in a plain brown wrap­per the
week be­fore.

 “No need for that!” he thought. “I’ll bet Clara is in the mood. Now if only the 
chil­dren will get them­selves to bed early. If not, we’ll just have to turn the Car­son show up 
loud.”

 The four teen­agers were still down­stairs, as Mrs. Hooper pre­pared to go up to 
bed.

 “Oh, Mom!” Melody said be­fore she went up to bed. “I left your night­gown up on 
the dresser. Thanks a lot for let­ting me try it on!”

 “Thank you, dear.” said Mrs. Hooper. “I’m go­ing to go to bed now. Good­night, 
Bobby. Good­night all.”

 “Good­night Mrs. Hooper!” Bobby said.

 Cooper and Har­mony and Melody all kissed their Mother good­night and watched 
as she as­cen­ded the stairs. In his room, Mr. Hooper was just think­ing about go­ing into his 
secret closet when he heard his wife’s fa­mil­iar foot­steps on the land­ing.

 “None of that to­night!” he drought to him­self. “Here comes Clara. I hope she puts 
on her night­gown.”

 Mrs. Hooper entered the bed­room. She kissed her hus­band, who was already 
ly­ing in his pa­ja­mas in bed, watch­ing the Johnny Car­son show and pa­tiently wait­ing for 
his wife.

 “Hello darling!” she said af­fec­tion­ately.

 “Were you plan­ning to wear that to bed, I hope?” said Mr. Hooper anxiously, 
ges­tur­ing to­wards the frilly black nightie.”

 “Why no!” Mrs. Hooper said. “I let Melody try it on be­fore. She said that she was 
go­ing to a pa­jama party in a few weeks and would like to wear it.”

 “Well then, why don’t you wear it to­night!” Mr. Hooper said, with a lusty gleam in 
his eye.

 “Why, Wendell! I’d be de­lighted!” Mrs. Hooper said hap­pily. “Just let me go into 
the bath­room and get ti­died up, and I’ll be back in five minutes.”

 She kissed her hus­band lov­ingly on the lips, took up the nightie and headed for 
the bath­room. After her ablu­tions were com­plete, she emerged as a dainty vis­ion in black 
silk ruffles, with a see through bod­ice show­ing off her pretty breasts.

 Melody came up the stairs. “Oh, Mom!” she said. “I’m so glad you’re wear­ing that. It
looks so nice on you, and I bet it makes Dad a really happy guy.”

 “Why, thank you!” said Mrs. Hooper with genu­ine grat­it­ude. “I’m go­ing to sleep 
now. Have a good night’s sleep. I’ll see you in the morn­ing. “ She kissed her daugh­ter 
good­night again and entered her room. Wendell Hooper was sit­ting up in bed, await­ing 
her.

 “Well, aren’t you some­thing spe­cial!” he said when he saw his wife in her frilly 
black nightie. “Come over here and kiss me, Clara. Come on, hop into bed.”

 Mrs. Hooper ad­jus­ted the tv set and turned off the lights, and then climbed into 
bed with her hus­band. She felt ex­cited. It had been a few weeks since they’d made love. She 
had kept telling her­self that it was a trap that most people fell into when they got into middle
age. She felt es­pe­cially bad for her hus­band, who, al­though she was cer­tain loved her very
much, was all too of­ten caught up in his dirty books and magazines. She wondered how a 
hap­pily mar­ried man with a lov­ing wife could pay so much time and at­ten­tion to a bunch 
of words and pic­tures.

 “It must be middle age!” she thought. “Wendell is such a good lov­ing man, and I 
know that all those pic­tures can’t com­pare with the pleas­ures of a lov­ing wife. We have so 
much to­gether. A good home, and three won­der­ful chil­dren. And even the sex is so 
fant­ast­ic­ally good when we have it. One of these days, I’ll have to talk him into throw­ing 
that whole col­lec­tion into the trash! If he’d only tell me what he wants, I’d do any­thing to 
make him happy. I’d suck his penis three times a day if that would make him more 
in­ter­ested in me and less in­ter­ested in his col­lec­tion of dirty books.” Then, Wendell 
Hooper kissed his wife warmly as she climbed into bed. She nestled in be­side him and 
im­me­di­ately cuddled up to his fa­mil­iar pres­ence. How warm and cozy he felt! Mrs. 
Hooper loved ly­ing next to her hus­band. When he did pay at­ten­tion to her, he was the 
best hus­band in the whole world.

 She kissed him warmly on the lips, tick­ling him with her tongue as she did.

 Wendell Hooper sighed.

 “That feels aw­ful nice, Clara!” he said with a smile. “How I love the way you kiss. It 
makes me feel like a col­lege boy again. I sup­pose I’ll feel the same way when I’m sev­enty. I 
don’t know what I’d do without you. I really don’t. “

 “Oh, Wendell, do you really mean it?” Mrs. Hooper sighed. She loved it when her 
hus­band got ro­mantic. It made her feel young and in love again too.

 “Yes, of course I do!” Wendell said smil­ing. “You’re the best wife a man could ever 
have. Some days, I guess I’m just too dumb to real­ize it!”

 “What a nice thing to say!” Mrs. Hooper said, with a note of genu­ine sur­prise.

 “Oh, it’s noth­ing.” Wendell said with more than a slight de­gree of 
em­bar­rass­ment.

 “No, it’s really some­thing!” Mrs. Hooper said. “There are some­times I think that 
you take me so much for gran­ted, or worse, that you hardly no­tice me at all, be­ing so busy 
at the bank, and with the chil­dren. It makes me so happy when you pay at­ten­tion to me, 
just like when we were court­ing. I feel like a sor­or­ity sis­ter again, and you’re my hero!” 
Wendell looked pleased. “Come here and give me an­other kiss!” he said to his wife, lov­ingly.

 “I’m aw­ful glad. Really I am.” Wendell replied. “It’s been weeks, hasn’t it?”

 “It feels like years!” Mrs. Hooper said.

 “Oh, Clara! How can we let the time go by like that!” Wendell said. “You’re the most 
pre­cious thing I have. The only thing is, some­times I’m too hard headed to real­ize it. I know 
that I don’t al­ways com­mu­nic­ate with you the way you’d like, es­pe­cially in bed.”

 “I’m guilty of that too, dear,” Clara replied to her hus­band. “Do you know 
some­thing? I’d do al­most any­thing to make you happy. Any­thing you like. Let’s do some 
of the things we used to do when we were new­ly­weds. The bod­ies may be a little bit older, 
but the spirit’s still there!”

 “I love you, Clara!” Mr. Hooper said with genu­ine af­fec­tion. “I al­ways have and I 
al­ways will. You’re the best girl I ever met!”

 “Oh Wendell! I’d do any­thing for you!” Mrs. Hooper said lov­ingly. “If more men 
would only tell their wives what they want and need, just make the ef­fort to talk to them, 
keep the com­mu­nic­a­tions open, there would be a great deal more happy mar­riages in the
world, don’t you think?”

 “I’d do any­thing to make you happy too, dear!” Mr. Hooper said with a happy 
smile. “Do you know what I’ve been start­ing to think? I think I’m go­ing to throw that whole 
damned closet full of pic­tures out in the trash. I don’t need all that. Not with you around 
any­way. I sup­pose it would make me happy if you took in a sexy movie with me in St. Louis 
once in a while. I don’t know why, but there’s some­thing about look­ing that turns me on. It’s
just some­thing I’ve had ever since I was a boy, and I don’t sup­pose I’ll ever com­pletely be 
rid of it. But I don’t need all those books and pic­tures to turn me on. Not when I have you!” 
Mrs. Hooper sighed.

 “What a great thought. After all, Cooper might ac­ci­dent­ally dis­cover them some 
day, and you never know what might hap­pen. He’s at a very im­pres­sion­able age.”

 “Per­ish the thought!” said Mr. Hooper. “I’ll throw them all away this week­end. Out 
with the trash. I’d give them all to char­ity, but I don’t think the Sis­ters of Mercy would take 
too kindly to such a dona­tion!”

 Mrs. Hooper laughed. “You’re my hero, Wendell!” she said lov­ingly. “You al­ways 
were and you al­ways will be.”

 Wendell Hooper kissed his wife and drew her close to him. She felt so very warm 
and smooth in her silky night­gown. He kissed her again, this time more pas­sion­ately, and as
their wet tongues met, Wendell Hooper felt the be­gin­nings of a firm erec­tion. He smiled to 
him­self at the old fa­mil­iar arousal, and thought with de­light on the joys that were to 
fol­low.

 Clara reached down and rubbed his penis gently through his pa­jama bot­toms. She
warmly put her arms around him and let her tongue roam freely through his mouth. Wendell 
re­spon­ded in kind, meet­ing his wife’s tongue with his own and let­ting his hand drift down 
to her bot­tom. He cupped a bot­tom cheek with his right hand as he con­tin­ued kiss­ing his 
wife, and then let his left hand drift down to her moist pussy. It was already drip­ping with 
ex­cite­ment, not quite as wet as when she was young, but still wet enough to make a man 
very happy and anxious to enter.

 Wendell rubbed the out­line of his wife’s pussy out­side her night­gown. The 
mois­ture was ab­so­lutely tan­tal­iz­ing. He let a fin­ger slip in­side and began to gently 
stroke away at his wife’s clit­oris. She moaned in ap­pre­ci­ation.

 “Oh­h­h­h­hhh!” said Mrs. Hooper. “That feels so good, Wendell!” Wendell kept 
right on rub­bing his wife’s tender but­ton as she drew her­self close to him. He felt her vulva 
grow­ing wet­ter and wet­ter un­der his gentle pres­sure. With his other hand, he was 
squeez­ing her but­tocks from be­hind, and she rolled about pas­sion­ately.

 Clara reached down and en­gulfed her hus­band’s hand­some penis with her hand. 
It was now grow­ing into a full state of erec­tion, and was a large long one at that. Mrs. 
Hooper squeezed the head, and was re­war­ded when a tiny drop of se­men emerged from 
the tip. She quickly kissed her hus­band on the lips, and then brought her mouth down to the 
fly of his pa­ja­mas. She pulled his erect or­gan out of the fly and kissed the tip, swal­low­ing 
the drop of se­men like it was the most pre­cious thing in the world.

 Mr. Hooper moaned with pleas­ure. It had been many weeks since his wife had 
done this for him, and he felt a sense of pleas­ure and grat­it­ude. Mrs. Hooper then took his 
stiff cock into her mouth and slowly began suck­ing him. She smoothly worked her way up 
and down the shaft, rev­el­ling with each taste, and mak­ing each stroke count. Wendell felt 
won­der­ful. He loved it when his wife sucked his cock. The most pre­cious mo­ments in the 
world for him were when he got into bed with his wife and she would suck lust­ily away at 
him, either to a thun­der­ing or­gasm, or as the pre­lude to a good randy fuck. He could tell it
was a good fuck­ing they both wanted to­night, and so he didn’t get too car­ried away with 
his wife’s de­li­cious cock­suck­ing, but re­laxed and let her suck him up to op­timum 
stiff­ness. His prick was like a gal­lop­ing may­pole in his wife’s mouth, and quickly throbbed 
up to it’s max­imum di­men­sions. It felt heav­enly to be in­side her warm mouth, and to have
her slide that mouth back and forth to sum­mon up his juices. Mrs. Hooper sucked harder. 
Wendell gasped in ap­pre­ci­ation. His head felt as if it were red hot, and he reached down 
and played with his wife’s suc­cu­lent breasts. Mrs. Hooper sucked harder and deeper, try­ing 
to en­com­pass all of her hus­band’s massive or­gan in her mouth. She took it as deep as it 
would go, let­ting it slide into her tender throat tis­sues, for she knew that that would give her
hus­band the most pleas­ure. She felt an­other drop of se­men emerge, and she quickly licked
it off, swal­low­ing the tiny drop down with a great gulp.

 Wendell con­tin­ued to ma­nip­u­late his wife’s breasts, as she moaned into his 
erect penis. She licked the head and the shaft with her quiv­er­ing pink little tongue, which 
she then ap­plied to Wendell’s balls. She licked each ball in turn, suck­ling at first one and 
then the other, while her hus­band moaned louder with his in­creas­ing pleas­ure.

 Mrs. Hooper slipped out of her nightie. She was com­pletely na­ked, and felt every 
inch a wo­man. One fin­ger danced at her dainty clit, as she stim­u­lated her­self where her 
hus­band tem­por­ar­ily could not reach, and the other hand cupped Wendell’s bag full of 
balls while her nimble tongue licked away at them. What pleas­ure she got in mak­ing her 
hus­band happy!

 Wendell sighed and moaned. Clara tugged at the waist­band of his pa­ja­mas, and 
pulled them first down to around his knees, and then com­pletely off. Wendell quickly doffed 
his top, and they were both com­pletely na­ked in bed, hus­band and wife, hav­ing a high old 
time.

 “Wendell?” Mrs. Hooper asked plaint­ively. “There’s some­thing I’d like you to do for
me. Will you please lick my pussy?”

 Wendell wasn’t al­ways into this game, but he liked to see his wife happy, and so he 
re­treated un­der the cov­ers to the moist­ness between his wife’s legs and began to lick her 
there, slowly at first, but then more rap­idly as her soft moans stirred him on. He felt the 
smooth salty acidy taste of her pussy and the faint taste of piss­ing and let his tongue work 
his way in slow circles around his wife’s well de­veloped clit­oris.

 “Oh!” she moaned.

 She genu­inely en­joyed it when her hus­band licked her, and the sen­sa­tions that 
were go­ing through her body were noth­ing short of in­cred­ible. Her tiny but­ton was 
whirled about un­der her hus­band’s re­luct­ant but skill­ful tongue, and she felt shivers of 
pleas­ure creep up her slim, shapely body as he licked the seat of her pleas­ure.

 Wendell let his tongue creep up into his wife’s va­gina and he frenched her there, 
long and lov­ingly. His tongue dar­ted in and out of his wife’s tight va­gina, and she gasped 
as it reached halfway up. She was very pleased.

 Wendell then re­turned his lin­gual caresses to his wife’s clit­oris, lick­ing her 
but­ton un­til she felt she’d go through the ceil­ing. Al­though a mul­ti­or­gas­mic wo­man, 
Mrs. Hooper felt that to­night all she wanted was one good one, and that by Wendell’s hot 
stiff prick up her warm juicy hole.

 Clara quickly turned her body around so that she was able to kiss her hus­band’s 
hot penis at the same time he was suck­ing her. She took his stiff pole in her mouth again, 
suck­ing it deep into the in­ner re­cesses of her warm wet throat, and tick­ling it with her 
tongue as she did so. It felt so good to have her hus­band’s penis there, a good, safe, se­cure 
feel­ing. Wendell was still lick­ing away at her cunt with un­char­ac­ter­istic aban­don, and 
con­tin­ued to lick her lust­ily un­til Mrs. Hooper felt that she could stand no more.

 “Now!” she said. “Fuck me!”

 Wendell turned around and kissed his wife. He quickly pressed his stiff penis into 
place, and fret­ted his wife’s tender groove with his erect or­gan. He dipped the head into the 
tight little slit, and fol­lowed it with the long shaft. Once he was in he with­drew al­most to the
hilt, and then put it in again, slowly and surely.

 Mrs. Hooper moaned with the pleas­ure of her hus­band’s penis in­side her.

 “This is the best feel­ing in the whole world!” she thought.

 Wendell began to fuck her more and more rap­idly, quick­en­ing his strokes as he 
felt his pas­sion build. His wife was re­spons­ive to his skilled love­mak­ing, and moaned as 
her own pas­sion in­creased. He felt sperm build­ing up in his balls, and he knew that he had 
three weeks worth to give to his wife when she was fi­nally able to coax it out. He thrust back 
and forth, let­ting his pas­sion build with every stroke. It felt won­der­ful to be in­side this 
warm wet mushy little box, which was grip­ping his penis like a vise. His en­tire or­gan was 
quiv­er­ing from the de­light­ful sen­sa­tions. He felt the sperm be­gin­ning to gather in his 
balls.

 Harder and harder Wendell stroked, faster and faster. Clara gave out a little, cry. 
Wendell could tell from her ur­gency that she was near­ing her or­gasm.

 Wendell felt him­self near­ing his crisis, and so he began by start­ing to al­low the 
sperm to build up in his balls un­til he felt he was ready to ex­plode.

 “Oh! I’m go­ing to come!” Clara cried. “Come with me, Wendell!” Wendell fucked 
harder. Then came the ma­gical mo­ment when he felt his wife’s in­ner muscles be­gin to 
con­tract, and grip his penis in a ma­gical suck­ing mo­tion. His wife’s va­gina had taken hold 
of him as she began her des­cent into the throes of her or­gasm, and it was like a milk­ing 
ma­chine de­signed to take the sperm right out of him. His but­tocks jerked like an 
earth­quake as Wendell felt the sperm come shoot­ing out of his balls into the nimble, 
suck­ing grip of his wife’s or­gas­mic va­gina.

 “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH­H­H­H­HHH!” he cried, as he shot seven or eight jets of white 
hot sperm into Clara’s pulsat­ing sex. She shook him for all she was worth, as she was totally 
gripped by the power of her own or­gasm. Clara’s cunt was like a hot mouth suck­ing away at 
his hot penis as it milked out every last drop, squeez­ing his prick de­li­ciously as it did.

 Wendell and Clara col­lapsed in a heap of happy, sexu­ally sat­is­fied bod­ies. They 
were de­lighted with the pleas­ure of a good hard randy fuck, and kissed each other long and 
hard.

 “Oh, Wendell!” Mrs. Hooper cried. “You make me so happy when you do that!”

 “It makes me happy too!” Wendell replied lov­ingly. “I don’t see why we don’t do it 
more of­ten. Why, you can just about plan on it from now on! Sex with a lov­ing wife is just 
about the greatest pleas­ure a man can have! From now on, I bet we do it a lot more than we 
have. I’ve been too neg­lect­ful, Clara!”

 “Oh, Wendell!” Mrs. Hooper sighed. “Noth­ing could make me hap­pier.” Later, as 
they lay in bed to­gether bask­ing in the af­ter­glow, sud­denly the chil­dren burst in! “Did 
you folks have fun?” Melody asked laugh­ing. “We could hear you all the way down­stairs!” 
Har­mony smiled at her par­ents. “I think it’s just won­der­ful!” she said. “The two of you have 
so much to share!”

 “Atta way to do it, Dad!” Cooper said imp­ishly. “They could hear you in St. Louis, 
they way you were go­ing at it!” Bobby stood sheep­ishly in the back­ground. Mrs. Hooper 
ducked her head un­der the cov­ers, but Wendell just smiled and looked proudly at his 
chil­dren.

 “I’ll see you all in the morn­ing!” he said hap­pily. “Good­night!” The chil­dren crept 
out. Clara re­moved her head from un­der the cov­ers.

 “How hor­rible!” she said “No it’s not.” said Wendell. “I sup­pose we were mak­ing 
an aw­ful lot of noise. But after all, it’s noth­ing to be ashamed of!”

 Clara looked at him ten­derly.

 “Wendell!” she said. “That was so much fun! Let’s do it again.” Wendell Hooper 
looked hap­pily at his wife. He was in ec­stasy.

 “Clara! How won­der­ful!” he said.

 Mrs. Hooper reached down and grasped her hus­band’s cock in her hand. Already, 
she could feel it be­gin­ning to grow. She stroked his penis, and felt it grow still lar­ger and 
longer in her hand.

 “How won­der­ful he is!” she thought to her­self.

 “What a fine wife I have!” thought Wendell lust­ily to him­self.

 Mrs. Hooper lust­ily stroked at Wendell’s thick cock.

 “Ooooo­h­hhh!,” he cried, as his pleas­ure in­creased.

 Wendell let out a sigh. Clara con­tin­ued to stroke him with aban­don.

 “Ah­h­hhh!” he cried. He felt a de­li­cious sen­sa­tion creep­ing down his spine.

 Wendell began to rub Clara’s but­ton-like clit. It rolled around and around like a 
del­ic­ate marble in a sea of oil.

 “Ooooh!” Clara cried, lust­ily, as a wave of pleas­ure came over her body.

 Mrs. Hooper con­tin­ued strok­ing.

 “Oh­h­hhh!” Wendell sighed.

 “I’m glad you like it, dear!” said Mrs. Hooper.

 “You bet I like it!” said Wendell.

 He reached down and began to stroke his wife’s quiv­er­ing va­gina. It felt all soft 
and mushy, like newly warm pud­ding.

 “Ah­h­hhr!” Mrs. Hooper sighed, as she felt her pleas­ure in­crease un­der Wendell’s
gentle pres­sure.

 They con­tin­ued to stroke each other’s gen­it­als, softly and lov­ingly. Mr. Hooper’s
prick soon be­came a hard and firm stiff stander, rising to a proud angle be­neath his wife’s 
steady hand. She stroked him firmly, let­ting her hand just glance along the edges of her 
hus­band’s rampant tool. It throbbed be­neath the del­ic­ate pres­sure of her strokes, pulsing
and grip­ping as if it had a life of its own.

 “Oh­h­h­h­hhh!” sighed Wendell. “That feels so good!” Wendell con­tin­ued to 
stroke his wife’s steam­ing pussy. He could feel the juices gather as he rubbed her del­ic­ate 
clit­oris, al­tern­ately strok­ing the sides and the head. He was de­lighted at the re­sponse his 
fin­ger evoked in her.

 “I haven’t seen her this re­spons­ive in ages!” he thought to him­self hap­pily. “We’ll
have to do this more of­ten! Maybe I’ll even take an af­ter­noon off next week and we’ll sneak
into a little motel some­place! This is fun!”

 Clara smiled to her­self. She was pleased that her hus­band was pay­ing her so 
much at­ten­tion. She writhed un­der his in­tim­ate caresses.

 “This is great!” she thought to her­self. “What a feel­ing! Wendell gives me 
sen­sa­tions that no man in the world ever could. I’ll never have to go to the hairdress­ers 
again if he keeps on giv­ing me his lov­ing this way!”

 Mrs. Hooper reached down. She could feel that a small drop of se­men had formed 
on the tip of her hus­band’s stiff cock. She took it onto her fin­gers and rubbed it into the 
head, slowly, lov­ingly, mak­ing each stroke count.

 Wendell felt the wet­ness and sighed. He re­leased an­other drop. This time, Mrs. 
Hooper reached down with her mouth and, with a del­ic­ate little lick, took her pre­cious drop
all the way down to her stom­ach.

 “Oh­hhh!” she cried. “That tasted good!”

 “And it felt won­der­ful!” Wendell said with a smile. “You’re the best wife a man 
could ever ask for!”

 “And you’re the best hus­band!” Mrs. Hooper said, mean­ing every word of it.

 Wendell then turned him­self around so that he and Clara were in a per­fect 
po­s­i­tion to sixty nine. He took a lick at his wife’s pussy. “Mmmmmmmmmmm!” he said. 
“You taste like you’ve just been fucked!”

 “And so I have!” Clara mumbled through Wendell’s aroused hardon. “By a man that I
love very much!”

 Wendell com­menced lick­ings at his wife’s tender but­ton. He began slowly at first, 
run­ning his tongue up and down the groove of his wife’s del­ic­ate vulva, let­ting his tongue 
dart in and out, dan­cing across the Mound of Venus, some­times dart­ing into the ma­gical 
temple, only to re­turn phoenix like to once again wor­ship the soft but­ton of flesh that was 
the seat of his wife’s pleas­ur­able sen­sa­tions. He let his tongue french the groove, in and 
out and in and out, send­ing Clara into a fit of de­li­ri­ous ec­stasy.

 “Oh­h­h­hhh!” she cried lust­ily, chew­ing on his stiff ram­rod as she did so. Her 
hand was ra­cing up and down Wendell’s throb­bing bush­whacker, send­ing pleas­ur­able 
sen­sa­tions to the pit of his brain.

 “That feels pos­it­ively heav­enly!” he said through clenched teeth. Mrs. Hooper was
suck­ing at the tip of his im­mensely aroused penis, while strok­ing the shaft with her 
out­stretched hand. It felt ter­rific!

 Clara, too, was in heaven, un­der the gentle lin­gual caresses of Wendell’s well 
edu­cated tongue. He was lick­ing in quick little circles, as he knew that this pleased his wife a 
great deal, and he wanted more than any­thing in the world to please her.

 Wendell licked harder. He could feel Clara’s pussy get juicier and juicier as he 
ap­plied more and more pres­sure on her soft clit­flesh.

 “Ooh! La la!” she cried. “Do it to me, sweet heart! Really do it to me!” By this time, 
she had half of Wendell’s long erec­tion shoved into the back of her throat, and she was 
suck­ing and lick­ing for all she was worth, some­times let­ting her tongue dance over the 
swollen head and some­times tak­ing it all the way down to Wendell’s balls, send­ing shivers 
down his spine, be­fore bring­ing it up again al­most to his na­vel.

 “Ah­h­h­hhr!” Wendell cried, half de­li­ri­ous from the pleas­ure his wife was giv­ing
him. “That feels soooooo in­cred­ible. Keep right on do­ing what you’re do­ing, honey. You’ll 
make me come off in no time flat!”

 Wendell sucked heart­ily away at his wife’s tender pussy­flesh, un­aware of time and
space and mo­tion or any­thing ex­cept his pulsat­ing prick and Clara’s throb­bing vol­cano. 
He could feel it mov­ing be­neath his tongue, like an en­tity with a life of its own, gyr­at­ing 
like a dan­cing part­ner to his nimble tongue.

 “Oh­h­h­hhh!” Clara cried, as Wendell’s cunt­lap­ping began to have a pro­found 
ef­fect. She felt like she was up in the stars, her head was swim­ming, the world was dan­cing 
be­fore her, she was noth­ing but a bundle of in­cred­ibly ex­cited nerves and syn­apses, all 
send­ing ex­quis­ite mes­sages of pleas­ure to her brain.

 She gripped her hus­band’s prick like a work­man grip­ping a jack­ham­mer, 
let­ting her mouth slide on and off the head in a hur­ried ef­fort to ex­cite his juices to their 
fullest. She sucked with the aban­don of a wo­man who has wanted some­thing for a long 
time and not got­ten it, lick­ing, mouth­ing and drink­ing thirstily away like there was no 
to­mor­row. She felt her own pleas­ure reach a peak and she came sud­denly and sharply in 
Wendell’s mouth, warm­ing him with her sticky juices. But one or­gasm would hardly be 
enough for her now. She needed more and more and more!

 Wendell con­tin­ued suck­ing lust­ily away at his wife’s pussy. He knew she had 
come once, but he wanted to give her the su­preme pleas­ure a wo­man could know, so he 
kept at his joy­ful task. He stuck one fin­ger up his wife’s pussy and began to work it in and 
out. He then put an­other fin­ger up his wife’s small tight little bum hole, and Clara writhed in 
pleas­ure at this double as­sault.

 “Ooooooooooooh!” she moaned lust­ily, send­ing tiny del­ic­ate shivers into space.

 Wendell now had his fin­gers work­ing in and out of his wife’s two open­ings at a 
furi­ous pace, and was driv­ing her mad with his tongue. Harder and harder he licked, 
ex­er­cising a fant­astic con­trol over his tongue and body. His prick felt like it was caught in a
soft wet suc­tion ma­chine that wouldn’t let go, as Clara kept suck­ing boldly away, 
sum­mon­ing up juices bur­ied deep down in Wendell’s balls.

 “This is awe­some!” thought Wendell.

 He knew that if his wife kept suck­ing him, he would come in her mouth, and this 
pleased Wendell. He felt the sperm milling and swirl­ing about in his balls, like so many 
sol­diers get­ting ready for the at­tack. He could ima­gine them all form­ing into little 
columns and di­vi­sions, all for a nearly hope­less at­tack on some dis­tant ovum a mil­lion 
miles away. He ima­gined him­self their com­mander, or­der­ing them to the front. This was 
the sol­dier’s mis­sion in life, to per­petu­ate the spe­cies, to give him pleas­ure.

 “Oh­hhh!” he moaned in his pleas­ure. “My darling girl! Oh­hhh, suck me, if feels so 
good, I’m go­ing to come soon, it feels so heav­enly, keep do­ing it, keep right on do­ing 
what you’re do­ing, it feels lus­cious, yeeeesssssssss! I love it! Oh, darling, suck me! Suck me! 
Suck me! Squeeze me! Oh! Yeeeees! Just keep on do­ing it! Suck me! Suck my prick!”

 Wendell was in a de­li­ri­ous state. He felt as if his en­tire head were go­ing to 
ex­plode. He kept lap­ping at Clara’s cunt like a mad puppy, un­able to stop what he was 
do­ing and tak­ing the most enorm­ous pleas­ure out of it. It felt so good! Clara con­tin­ued 
to take Wendell’s hard, hot mem­ber deep into her throat. She al­most gagged at the size of 
the in­vader, but she thought about how much pleas­ure she was bring­ing her hus­band and
she would have swal­lowed it all the way down if this were hu­manly pos­sible.

 “Mmmmmmmmmf!” she cried and moaned through his penis, con­tinu­ing to lick 
and suck with lusty aban­don.

 “It’s so big and hard!” she thought, happy to be giv­ing her hus­band so much 
pleas­ure.

 Wendell felt him­self about to reach a crisis point, as did Clara.

 Quickly, Wendell dis­en­gaged him­self from his wife’s eager mouth and placed 
him­self on top of her.

 “Now!” he cried. “I’m go­ing to fuck you!” Wendell Hooper placed his gi­gantic 
throb­bing or­gan at the gap­ing mouth of his wife’s pussy. Clara was wet­ter that she’d ever 
felt her­self be­fore, and she felt her­self tighten as Wendell entered her quiv­er­ing 
throb­bing pussy.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­hhh!” she cried “Fuck me!”

 Wendell put it all the way in. It felt won­der­fully wet and tight in­side. Her pussy 
gripped his throb­bing bush­whacker like a glove, caus­ing it to throb even more with 
de­li­ri­ous pleas­ure. Wendell sighed with hap­pi­ness. He began to fuck his wife with long, 
mad strokes, pulling out al­most to the tip and then thrust­ing in again, tak­ing great de­light 
in her loud moans of pleas­ure.

 “So what if the chil­dren hear!” he thought quickly to him­self. “They know now! No 
harm in that!”

 Clara was ec­static at the force of her hus­band’s strokes. She was bey­ond all 
words, bey­ond all feel­ings, bey­ond everything ex­cept the in­cred­ible sen­sa­tion in her 
cunt. “Oh fuck!” she cried lust­ily, for all the world to hear. “Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me!”

 Wendell only fucked harder, beat­ing a vel­vet path into the innards of his wife’s sex
or­gan.

 He reached down with his hand and in­ser­ted a fin­ger into his wife’s as­shole. It 
felt as creamy and lub­ric­ated as a va­gina, and so he let his fin­ger dance in and out, 
sens­ing his wife into the greatest pos­sible par­oxysms of pleas­ure.

 With his other hand, he reached up and began to mas­sage his wife’s tender, 
del­ic­ate breasts, send­ing her stiff nipples into an over­dose of ec­stasy.

 “Ah­h­h­hhh! Oh­h­hhh! Ah­h­hhh! Oh­h­hhh! Mmmmmmmmm! Oh­h­h­h­hhh!” 
Mrs. Hooper cried, her pleas­ure in­creas­ing with every mi­cro­second.

 “Come love, oh come!” Wendell groaned, still pump­ing away with one hand 
nurs­ing his wife’s tender bub­bies and the other with a fin­ger planter firmly between the 
cheeks of her suc­cu­lent ass. He felt the sperm rise up once again in his balls.

 Mrs. Hooper, too, was about to ex­per­i­ence a crisis, as she felt the or­gasm start to
well up between her legs. It felt in­cred­ible, and the most fant­astic thing of all was that it was
her very own hus­band who was provid­ing the thrills! She could have him every night, and 
she had the feel­ing that it would last forever. She hadn’t felt so good fuck­ing since she was a
new­ly­wed.

 It was fant­astic!

 “I’m com­ing,” she cried.

 “So am I!” screamed Wendell, from some­where in outer space.

 “I’m com­ing, love, oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” Clara cried.

 Come! Come!” Wendell re­spon­ded, pump­ing away a mile a minute. “Oh, come 
with me!”

 Wendell kept one fin­ger up his wife’s tender be­hind, stir­ring it about to in­crease 
the strength of his dear one’s or­gasm.

 With his other hand, he reached down and stroked Clara’s tender clit­oris, driv­ing 
her into fits of ec­stasy that he would have thought im­possible!

 “Oh­h­h­hhr” Clara cried. “I’m gonna come, Wendell! I’m gonna come all over you 
and the sheets and the pil­lows and the blankets and everything!”

 “COME!” Wendell cried. “Oh, come, Clara, I want it, I want your sweet pre­cious 
come, oh, give it to me, please please give it to me. Give me all of your sweet juices, give me 
all of your nec­tar, give me all of your sweet honey come! I want you!”

 Clara shivered. Her crisis was im­min­ent. She felt the throb­bing pole in­side of her 
pussy, mak­ing jello of her va­gina, and star­ted to come in waves. Cur­tain after cur­tain of 
emo­tional fire­works swept over her like a hangup Fourth of July pic­nic as she felt the juices 
flow forth from her loins and make her sense­less. She loved it!

 At the same time, Wendell felt his penis start to rocket forth its de­li­ri­ous load of 
wet, sticky, foamy juices.

 “Ahr!” he spur­ted. “Ahr! Ahr! Ahr! Ahr! Ahr!” he squir­ted gal­lon after gal­lon of 
se­men into the moist slip­pery re­cesses of his wife’s va­gina as his balls ex­ploded with 
pleas­ure.

 “Wendell,” she sighed as he col­lapsed into a shape­less, form­less amorph­ous 
mass of jumbled nerve end­ings and in­des­crib­able pleas­ure.

 He was de­lighted.

 Clara was equally pleased, be­ing as well fucked as she had ever been.

 “That was heav­enly!” she cooed softly in her hus­band’s ear, the two of them still 
in­ter­locked at the groin, their pleas­ure slowly sub­sid­ing.

 “Wasn’t it,” he said, more in love than ever.

 They lay quietly in each other’s arms for a few mo­ments, in­ter­twin­ing like the 
ca­duceus, un­til Wendell’s slowly soften­ing prick could no longer hold onto it’s perch.

 Both of them felt heav­enly.

 Mrs. Hooper looked at her hus­band sheep­ishly.

 “Cuddle up to me, Wendell” she said ten­derly. “I love you very much.”

 “I love you too, Clara.” said Wendell, with ob­vi­ous af­fec­tion, as he took his wife 
in his arms.

 “What a happy day this has been! I must have the best fam­ily in the whole world!” 
Wendell and Clara fell asleep in each other’s arms that night, happy in their love for each 
other, and dream­ing of many bright to­mor­rows.

 It was a beau­ti­ful even­ing.

 In Eng­land, there was a middle aged Queen, slum­ber­ing soundly be­side her 
hus­band and dream­ing royal dreams.

 In France, there was a tall, hand­some Pres­id­ent sleep­ing be­side his mis­tress in 
a Me­di­eval palace.

 In Po­land, there were strikes and worker un­rest, as fish­mon­gers and 
green­gro­cers scuttled pur­pose­fully about the streets, pre­par­ing busily for their 
morn­ing’s com­merce.

 In Yugoslavia, there was noth­ing spe­cial go­ing on at all, but this was no 
dif­fer­ent from the usual course of events.

 In Ger­many, a few ran­dom auto­mo­biles were tra­vers­ing the streets, sa­lut­ing 
the com­ing of yet an­other dawn.

 In In­dia, it was morn­ing, and le­gions of poor were beg­ging their way to an­other
few pen­nies from any­one who happened to pass by, hop­ing to ward off death by 
star­va­tion for yet an­other day.

 In Is­rael, a le­gion of bearded Rab­bis were busily pray­ing at the West­ern Wall, 
the site of the an­cient temple.

 In Afgh­anistan, Rus­sian sol­diers were patrolling the streets, eager to quell any 
new out­break of in­sur­gency.

 In Iraq, fierce bands of sol­diers were gird­ing them­selves for battle, some to 
per­ish for a few pre­cious meters of ter­rit­ory.

 In Iran, a sim­ilar group of sol­diers was gird­ing their own selves for battle, hop­ing
to re­pel their in­vad­ing neigh­bors and pray­ing for a peace­ful end­ing to such a fool­ish 
and bloody war.

 In Tokyo, hun­dreds of thou­sands of work­ers were busily as­sem­bling elec­tronic 
ap­pli­ances for con­sump­tion by the world.

 And in Kan­sas City, Mis­souri, U.S. of A., Mr. And Mrs. Wendell Hooper of 
Dog­wood Lane were dream­ing won­der­ful dreams, slum­ber­ing soundly next to each 
other, look­ing as sweet as chil­dren in the nurs­ery.

 It was the be­gin­ning of a beau­ti­ful time.


 THE END
