JN-1034 Sister's Little Pussy
(L.K. Bart)



FORE­WORD

 At last it was go­ing to hap­pen! Penny’s breath was com­ing in little ex­cited puffs, 
as her big brother reached down and pulled her panties off.

 Eagerly, Penny’s little hand un­zipped her brother’s fly. His massive hard-on popped
out, stiff and hot and throb­bing. Penny moaned as she grasped the thick, pulsat­ing prick 
with her little hand.

 “Ohh, John, put it in me, please!” she gasped, wrig­gling un­der her brother’s 
caress­ing hand, as he rubbed her pussy lips un­til they were swollen, and her cunt ached.

 Her big, hand­some brother grinned down at her, as he con­tin­ued to mas­sage 
her little girl meat. She could feel her pas­sion juices flow­ing. Her brother’s teas­ing hand was
covered with them.

 Penny rubbed her little bud­ding breasts, and un­der the soft pres­sure of her hand,
her little nipples be­came hard and puckered with erotic ex­cite­ment.

 “John, please stop teas­ing me!” Penny begged. “I want it. I want it now!” He sat up 
and re­moved his clothes. Penny al­most swooned with pleas­ure as she watched his tall body,
with the broad shoulders taper­ing to a nar­row waist, and long legs. And the crown­ing glory
of his man­hood, the ob­ject of her de­sire, throbbed mag­ni­fi­cently, grow­ing like the 
fleshy stalk of some erotic plant straight out from his pu­bic bush.

 Penny reached out and grasp­ing his long, pulsing prick, she planted a kiss on the 
tip of it which was gleam­ing with a drop of his pre-come. Her brother got back on the bed, 
and fell on top of her.

 And then Penny felt the head of his cock plug­ging the en­trance to her soft, 
vir­ginal cunt.

 She clutched tightly at John’s shoulders, and closed her eyes tightly, wait­ing with 
eager­ness for the long-de­sired mo­ment.

 Penny was about to have her cherry popped by her big brother!





CHAPTER ONE


“Penny! You’re go­ing to be late for the school bus!” Penny, five feet, two inches, 
with red hair and green eyes, walked re­luct­antly down the stairs of the farm­house where 
she lived with her mother, her father, two older broth­ers and two farm­hands, on the 
morn­ing of her four­teenth birth­day.

 Her red-headed mother was stand­ing at the foot of the stairs, her face ex­press­ing
a mix­ture of amuse­ment and ag­grav­a­tion.

 “Why do I have to go to school on my birth­day, Mother?” asked Penny reach­ing 
up her ad­or­able little face for her mother’s good­bye kiss.

 “Be­cause your birth­day, like every day of your life, I hope, should have some 
learn­ing in it.”

 “Yec­cch!” Penny said, her long legs, in spite of her re­luct­ance, car­ry­ing her 
even­tu­ally to the front door. She opened it, and saw the yel­low school bus round­ing a 
corner.

 Her mother slapped her fondly on her round little ass cheeks. “There it is. Hurry! 
Don’t keep Wil­lie wait­ing. He has to pick up the Sam­son kids and the Jones girl and Beth 
Peck.”

 Penny ran down the long walk, bordered by flower­ing bushes, which led to the 
front gate of the large white ram­bling farm house. The bus stopped, and Penny stepped up, 
turn­ing to wave good­bye to the hand­some red­headed wo­man who was stand­ing in the 
door­way. “Good morn­ing, Wil­lie!” she said to the bus driver.

 “Good morn­ing, Penny!” the old, to­bacco chew­ing bus driver said, as he closed 
the doors, waited till Penny was in her seat, and star­ted off to the Sam­son farm.

 Penny was in a brown study, as she huddled down into her seat. She had picked the 
very last one. Nor­mally, Penny was a very gregari­ous young girl, whose en­trance into a 
room, or on the school bus in the morn­ing would have cheered any soul, since she was the 
epi­tome of bub­bly good hu­mor. This morn­ing, she smiled at every­one, and shook her 
head at the in­vit­a­tions to sit be­side vari­ous school chums. She gave as her ex­cuse that 
she had not done her home­work, and she opened her his­tory book on her lap, and stared at
it, al­though she wasn’t read­ing it.

 Penny was bothered. Here she was, four­teen, and she was pos­it­ively the last 
hold-out in her class, un­less the other girls were ly­ing to her. She had not had her cherry 
popped. She had de­cided that this was pos­it­ively the last year she could lay claim to the 
dis­grace­ful ap­pel­la­tion of vir­gin. Some­body had to de­flower her. Penny, with her usual 
de­term­in­a­tion was now run­ning down the list of little boy friends she had, try­ing to see 
which one would be suit­able.

 Who­ever it was, Penny wanted it done as soon as pos­sible. Rid­ing in the back of 
the bus down the bumpy roads al­ways tit­il­lated Penny. Even in the midst of her 
ru­min­a­tions about the tra­gic, un­used state of her pussy, she could feel the heat from the 
en­gine rising from the floor, and her pussy was tingling nicely as the old bus bounced along 
over the coun­try roads.

 Penny had been try­ing to be de­flowered for over a year, and she had a 
repu­ta­tion for be­ing a hot little num­ber in school. The boys whispered that she would do 
al­most any­thing, and she had a lot of dates. The girls mostly en­vied her. If they only knew 
Penny’s prob­lem!

 She frowned as the bus stopped, and the six Sam­son boys got on the bus. That’s it!
Thought Penny to her­self. Jack Sam­son, the old­est Sam­son boy was Penny’s age. He was 
on the foot­ball team, and the girls all swooned over him. He, too, had a fast repu­ta­tion, and
Penny creamed in her pants as she thought of mak­ing it with him. He was tall for his age, and
like all the Sam­son boys, he had that corn-fed, blonde look that made them stand out in a 
crowd.

 And the ob­ject of her design solved all her prob­lems im­me­di­ately by aim­ing 
straight for her in the back of the bus, a big grin on his face. He sat down be­side her. Penny 
was aware of sev­eral fe­male eyes gaz­ing back at the seat, glar­ing at her en­vi­ously. She 
blushed and smiled up at the blond Jack Sam­son.

 “Hi, Penny.”

 “Hi, Jack,” said Penny, squirm­ing a little in the rum­bling, bumpy seat.

 “I wanted to ask you a fa­vor.”

 Penny’s ears were ringing with ex­cite­ment. “Well, I don’t know,” she said, purs­ing 
her lips thought­fully.

 “I need some help for the test this morn­ing, Penny!” Jack ex­claimed, look­ing 
wor­ried. The Sam­son boys were all long on brawn, and rather brief on brains.

 Penny clicked her tongue, and turned the page of her his­tory book, which she had 
stud­ied quite thor­oughly the night be­fore, and which she had used as an ex­cuse to have 
her mo­ment of pri­vacy this morn­ing. They were hav­ing a his­tory test, second class.

 “Well, what kind of help do you need?” Penny asked, frown­ing up at the boy.

 “I lost the list Miss Bliss gave us, and I don’t know what’s go­ing to be on the test.”

 “It’s all bio­graphy,” Penny said. “But what are you go­ing to give me if I tell you?’ 
Jack slouched down in the bus seat. “Whaddya want? You can’t do a fa­vor for a friend?”

 “Jack, you spoil my bus ride in the morn­ing lots of times be­cause you haven’t 
done your home­work, and you want me to coach you. I’m be­gin­ning to grow up, and I 
have to con­sider my own fu­ture,” Penny said some­what pom­pously.

 “How much do you want?”

 “I don’t want money,” Penny said.

 “What do you want?”

 “Well, my so­cial life needs a boost­ing,” said clever Penny, think­ing fast. “I want 
you to take me to the foot­ball game Fri­day night and then I think I’d like to go out for pizza 
af­ter­wards.”

 Jack looked at her with his slow but ami­able face quite puzzled. “That’s go­ing to 
give your so­cial life a lift?”

 Penny nod­ded and grinned. Jack shrugged. “O.K. I was go­ing to in­vite Amy 
Peterson..”

 “That hussy!” Penny ex­claimed primly. Amy was two classes ahead of Penny and 
Jack, and she was sup­posed to be the fast­est girl in the school.

 “O.K.! O.K.! I’ll take you,” Jack said, un­gra­ciously. “Now what’s the his­tory les­son 
about. My dad’s gonna kill me if I flunk an­other test and Miss Bliss says she’s go­ing to have 
me taken off the foot­ball team. Me, the cap­tain!”

 Penny’s little pussy was purring as she thought of Fri­day night. She couldn’t wait. 
This was her big chance.

 “The test is go­ing to be on the lead­ing fig­ures of the Risor­gi­mento. You know, 
Ca­vour, Mazzini, Garibaldi, Vic­tor Em­manuel II. Those people.”

 “No,” said Jack Sam­son, dully. “I don’t know.”

 “O.K. Let’s start with Gi­useppe Garibaldi, Born in 1807...” Penny’s bus ride to school 
passed quickly as she re­viewed the Italian her­oes with Jack. By the time they got off the bus, 
they knew what the test would be all about.

 At noon­time, she couldn’t stand it any­more. She had to get off. She went to the 
boat house, which was not in use at this time. It was March. The weather was too warm for the
lake to be frozen, and it was too cold to take boats out. She sat on the bench in­side, in the 
odor­ous dark, and stuck her hand into her den­ims, jump­ing as her soft white hand made 
con­tact with her tumes­cent, sticky-wet, swollen pussy.

 She looked out through the dirty win­dow at the lake, won­der­ing what it would be
like to get laid in the sum­mer on the banks of the lovely body of wa­ter. The heav­ily wooded
area right op­pos­ite the boat house was sup­posed to be a fam­ous lover’s roost. Penny 
couldn’t wait.

 She was furi­ous with all her girl friends be­cause they had reached wo­man­hood 
without her. She put her an­ger into her rub­bing hand, mak­ing her mo­tions sharper, 
harder, faster. She felt her little clit­oris be­com­ing in­flamed with pas­sion, as the little girl 
rubbed furi­ously. She wanted to take her den­ims off, but she didn’t dare.

 There was the pos­sib­il­ity that someone could walk in. Then she had an idea. She 
took her hand out of her den­ims, and went over to one of the row boats. They were all 
covered with tar­paulin. She re­moved one corner of the cov­er­ing of one boat, and peered 
in, afraid that maybe some field mice or some­thing might have been nest­ing in the bot­tom.
All clear. Grin­ning like the Cheshire Cat, Penny crept up un­der the tar­paulin covered the 
comer, and in the dark­ness un­der the boat cover, she did some­thing she had al­ways 
wanted to do.

 Penny stripped in a pub­lic place. She took off all her clothes, her breath com­ing 
heav­ily as the idea of what she was do­ing ex­cited her enorm­ously. When she was 
com­pletely nude, she lay on the floor of the boat, sa­vor­ing the rough kiss of the wood 
against her soft, white body. Her round white ass cheeks wriggled de­li­ciously against the 
wood, and her hands found her bud­ding breasts, which stood bright and perky, like little 
or­anges, on her well-formed chest.

 As she rubbed her breasts, she could feel her nipples puck­er­ing un­der her soft 
palm. Her breath­ing had be­come ir­reg­u­lar, puffy. She ran her hand down her flat 
stom­ach to her barely-fuzzed muff. She fondled the lovely, plump little mound, and then 
teased the slit with her fin­ger, rub­bing up and down on the swollen pussy lips which were 
peek­ing through the white flesh of the outer lips. She rubbed her fin­ger up and down, 
feel­ing the blood throb­bing in her tumes­cent cunt.

 She spread her legs wide, reach­ing down to tease the un­tasted honey pot, which 
was the source of so much pleas­ure for her. Her nec­tar was flow­ing out in thick, vis­cid 
streams as her pas­sion grew wildly. She slid her fin­ger over her slick pink girl meat, back to 
her love but­ton, which was hard, and stand­ing straight out from its fleshy sheath. She began
to circle her fin­ger around and around it. As one little hand was work­ing on her 
blood-en­gorged twat, the other hand was cease­lessly vis­it­ing first one little breast and 
then the other to palm them, tease them, and knead the ex­cited nipples, which were 
send­ing little flashes of pleas­ure run­ning through Penny’s body.

 The sense of be­ing lewd and ob­scene in a pub­lic place, the pos­sible danger of 
be­ing dis­covered at her las­ci­vi­ous labors, en­hanced Penny’s sexual tu­mult. Her little 
hands were work­ing over­time, to take ad­vant­age of the scin­til­lat­ing pleas­ure and 
ex­cite­ment which caused her to tremble all over.

 Her lovely little face be­came a mask of pas­sion, as her fin­ger teased her clit­oris 
to a heat like Vesuvius, and like Vesuvius, Penny could feel the fa­mil­iar rum­bling of the 
vol­canic or­gasm which was build­ing in her belly. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, 
en­joy­ing the fire­works which were dis­played be­hind her eye­lids.

 She brought up her knees, as the fire in­creased, press­ing them into her tits, as she 
waited for the de­li­cious erup­tion of her lust. It happened quickly. As she rubbed her fin­ger 
tips over her tiny little love bud, she felt the first con­vuls­ive waves rush­ing over her. She 
grunted, and her hips arched up­ward, against her hard-driv­ing hand.

 She could feel the heavy suck­ing mo­tion of her pussy as the or­gasm over­took 
her, caus­ing her body to slap wildly around on the rough wooden floor of the boat. The boat 
rocked slightly with her mo­tions, and the gentle un­du­la­tions ad­ded to the sen­sual 
pleas­ure of her cli­max Her slender, nu­bile little body was covered with sweat, as the heat of 
her cli­max rose. Her body trembled madly, while her hand be­came a mere blur of mo­tion as
the or­gasm peaked. Penny opened her mouth in a sound­less scream, little whin­ing noises 
is­su­ing from her pas­sion-con­stric­ted throat. The hot, de­mand­ing waves of pleas­ure 
star­ted to re­cede, and she came back to her­self.

 For awhile, she lay un­der the tar­paulin, sa­vor­ing the piney odor at the bot­tom 
of the boat, now mixed with the heady musky fra­grance of her own sexu­al­ity. Then she 
star­ted to get cold, so she got dressed. She peeked out cau­tiously, grinned, and hopped out
of the boat. She felt good, slightly like a scar­let lady flaunt­ing fleshy wares for sale, and 
slightly like some fam­ous act­ress must feel like when she walks into a crowd of her 
ad­mirers.

 She had done a wicked naughty thing. She had taken off all her clothes. She had 
mas­turb­ated, and she had done both things in a boat, in a boat house, which was a pub­lic 
place. Her act­ive, wild little pussy creamed as Penny savored the know­ledge, head­ing back 
to the school for her af­ter­noon classes.

 That night her par­ents had a little birth­day cel­eb­ra­tion for her. She asked 
per­mis­sion to go out with Jack Sam­son for the foot­ball game that was to be held after 
school Fri­day, and for pizza after that.

 “What do you want to go out with that fel­low for?” frowned her big brother John.

 “Why not? He’s cap­tain of the foot­ball team, and all the girls think he’s pos­it­ively
yummy!”

 “He’s got a fast repu­ta­tion, and I don’t like you be­ing seen with him.”

 “What could hap­pen? A foot­ball game and a pizza par­lor? You’re crazy, John,” 
Penny said angry.

 “No, not crazy. Just care­ful!” John said, firmly “I wish you’d stop med­dling in my 
life!” Penny yelled. She couldn’t stand her brother John, who had com­ments to make about 
all her girl friends and boy friends.

 Their father settled the ar­gu­ment by giv­ing Penny per­mis­sion. Her curfew was 
el­even o’clock, which was all right. That’s what most of the kids her age got.

 A little later, as she was go­ing to her room to study, her brother John met her in 
the hall. He was go­ing out on a date. Penny, who never let an op­por­tun­ity go by when she 
could har­ass the meddle­some sib­ling, turned on the stairs and asked him where he was 
go­ing.

 “To the drive-in, with Anna-May,” John said, look­ing up at his sis­ter.

 Penny tossed her gor­geous red hair. “Hmph, drive-ins are only for fast people with 
one thing on their minds,” she said “Anna-May is not a fast wo­man. You’d bet­ter not say 
any­thing about her!” John said, point­ing a pe­jor­at­ive fin­ger at his sis­ter.

 “Oh, I wouldn’t say any­thing about Anna-May at all, brother dear. I wouldn’t sully 
my tongue with her name!”

 Penny, her green eyes blaz­ing with mer­ri­ment, tore up the stairs as fast as she 
could, as her brother looked as if he were go­ing to fol­low her and hit her. She slammed the 
door to her room, and locked it, then stood lean­ing against the door gig­gling.

 She sat down to do her home­work: After awhile, she began to day­dream about 
Jack Sam­son, and how ro­mantic it would be with one of the most pop­u­lar boys in the 
school. Her hand very ab­sently went to her plump little girl mound, and she began to rub up 
and down.

 And all the time she was mas­sa­ging her pussy, she was plan­ning how to se­duce 
the cap­tain of the foot­ball team.





CHAPTER TWO


Their team won the foot­ball game, which was a re­lief to Penny, who wanted the 
date to go slowly. The only sub­jects that seemed to in­terest Jack Sam­son, how­ever, were 
foot­ball and cars.

 So Penny flattered him by ask­ing all sorts of keen ques­tions about the game and 
the mo­tor vehicle, stor­ing the an­swers in her keen memory. In the car, when they were 
driv­ing to the field, after school, Penny sat close to Jack, and rubbed her legs against his.

 When they went to the pizza par­lor af­ter­wards, she sat so close to him that their 
haunches were pressed to­gether. Un­der the table, Penny placed her hand on his knee. She 
was so ex­cited that she couldn’t eat her share of the slices, so she gave them to Jack who 
seemed to be a never-end­ing well. He ate any­thing and everything. They were sit­ting with 
Beth Peck, and her date, Bill Adams, who lived in the small town at­tached to this farm­ing 
com­munity. Penny wasn’t listen­ing too keenly to the con­ver­sa­tion. It was about base­ball 
and bas­ket­ball and sea­sons. Bill Adams held forth for awhile about how stu­pid it was to 
play foot­ball in March, and Beth who was a sports freak, wanted to know why.

 Jack spoke with his mouth full of pizza. “Be­cause we have a lousy bas­ket­ball 
team, that’s why, but our foot­ball team is tops. What would you rather do? Have swim­ming 
meets on the lake?”

 Penny laughed and Beth shivered. Ob­ser­v­ant Penny had noted as she star­ted to 
rub her hand up and down Jack’s mus­cu­lar thigh, that he was breath­ing heav­ily. Penny was
get­ting very im­pa­tient. Her pussy was cream­ing with an­ti­cip­a­tion. To­night, she was 
go­ing to have her cherry popped.

 As she per­sisted in press­ing into Jack, and rub­bing her hand up and down his 
thigh, she felt a slight tremor run­ning through it. When they had fin­ished the pizza, they 
joined the other young people, who were dan­cing to the juke box. Penny couldn’t wait for a 
slow dance, and she didn’t have to wait long.

 While they were dan­cing, Penny pressed her young loins tightly into Jack’s crotch. 
She could feel the lump in his pants grow­ing hard un­der her in­sist­ent prod­ding. She 
cer­tainly wasn’t be­ing subtle, she thought. While they were drink­ing cokes after dan­cing 
for awhile, Jack looked down at Penny with a funny, lust-bright look in his eyes.

 “Come on, let’s go!” he said. Penny looked up at him smil­ing and nod­ded. Bill and 
Beth giggled. It was part of the code of the young set that they stayed out as late as pos­sible,
leav­ing a party or other so­cial gath­er­ing at the very last minute, to make curfew, either 
with minutes to spare, or about five minutes late, which was the most they could get away 
with.

 It was as­sumed that any­one who left a gath­er­ing early, was go­ing to park, or 
en­gage in the seam­ier, wilder as­pects of court­ing and mat­ing. Penny knew that this 
wasn’t go­ing to do her repu­ta­tion any good, but she didn’t care. She was four­teen years 
old, and still, dis­grace­fully, a vir­gin. She would pay any price to lose that damned cherry!

 Jack paid his share of the bill, winked lewdly at Bill, who re­turned the sig­nal, and 
left. A few heads turned as Penny left the pizza par­lor. They got into Jack’s car, and drove to 
.a barn which was a pop­u­lar mat­ing place, mid­way between the town, and Penny’s home.

 Jack pulled the car up to a copse of trees be­hind the barn, which was on the 
out­skirts of a large farm, and there­fore free from adult sur­veil­lance. They got out of the 
car, and crept through an open door in the back of the barn. It was fra­grant with cows and 
hay. They landed on a bale of hay, and Jack, breath­ing more heav­ily than be­fore, grabbed 
Penny and pulled her roughly to his well-built chest.

 Penny was hav­ing a little trouble with her own breath, as her pas­sion built in her. 
Coupled with the ex­cite­ment of an­ti­cip­a­tion, Penny was aroused bey­ond any­thing she 
had ever ex­per­i­enced be­fore. She felt Jack’s mouth press­ing hers open, and then she felt 
his tongue pry­ing her teeth open. She par­ted them will­ingly, moan­ing against his 
ob­vi­ously skilled mouth. The tips of their tongues met, and Penny felt a strange de­li­cious 
glow spread through her body, mak­ing her tremble.

 She threw her arms around Jack’s neck, and pressed her lovely tit­ties against his 
chest. Jack grunted, one of his hands grop­ing for the hand­ful of del­ic­ate, spongy flesh. 
Again Penny shivered, as she felt Jack’s big hand palm­ing her tit. Her nipple puckered at the 
con­tact of his warm rough farm­boy’s hand against her soft fe­male flesh.

 She felt him fum­bling with her blouse, pulling it out of the waist­band of her skirt. 
She felt his hand against her bare flesh, run­ning up her side, leav­ing a wake of little shivers 
rip­pling through her flesh, un­til his hand found her bare tit.

 He groaned against her mouth. Penny put her hand on Jack’s thigh, run­ning her 
soft palm up his hard, lean thigh un­til she reached the bur­geon­ing wealth of his crotch. It 
was her turn to moan against his mouth. They hadn’t once broken their kiss, since their lips 
met, and their tongue were go­ing crazy in each other’s mouth. She felt Jack start, his body 
turn­ing taut, as her hand found and pressed into the fas­cin­at­ing bulge in his crotch.

 Jack was now pinch­ing Penny’s nipple, knead­ing the hard little cherry-like 
pro­tuber­ance between his cal­loused thumb and fore­finger. To Penny, who had en­gaged 
in light neck­ing, and some quick feels over her clothes, the ef­fect was dev­ast­at­ing. She 
pulled her mouth away from Jack’s mouth and looked up into his lust-bright eyes.

 “Jack, please do it to me? Please?” She looked eagerly up into his face in the dim 
light in the barn.

 Jack gulped and nod­ded. Roughly, he pushed her blouse up over her tits, and put 
both his hands on her gor­geous little tits, push­ing her back into the hay. He rolled over on 
top of her, and Penny spread her thighs, sa­vor­ing the hard feel of his bur­geon­ing crotch 
against the plump mound of her pussy.

 Jack rolled over and over on the girl, who re­spon­ded by hump­ing her teem­ing 
loins up into Jack’s man­hood. Then Jack reached up un­der her skirt and put his hand into 
her elastic waist­band. Penny was moan­ing deep in her throat, feel­ing the pussy cream gush 
from her cunt.

 Her little ass cheeks rose off the hay, as she pushed her muff up into Jack’s pry­ing 
hand, as he cupped her little pussy. She reached over, and un­zipped Jack’s fly.

 Penny gasped as his tur­gid male prod popped out of the open­ing in his jeans. It 
was huge and hard, and the tip of it gleamed with his pre-come.

 “Oh, Jack!” she waxed ec­static, as she gripped the male fuck tool with joy and 
fas­cin­a­tion, “that is the most beau­ti­ful thing I have ever seen!”

 Jack grinned, his white teeth gleam­ing in the dim light. Penny arched her hips up 
again, to help Jack re­move her panties. It felt strange, even bet­ter than in the boat­house, to
feel the cool rather mild winter air hit her bare ass and her wet cunt. Jack had pried open her 
cunt slit with his fin­ger and was rub­bing roughly up and down her swollen pussy lips.

 “Oh, Jack, hurry, I can’t wait!” she whispered husk­ily, her face flushed with the fever 
of her lust. She grabbed his cock again, and planted a noisy kiss on the wet 
mush­room-shaped tip. “My very first cock,” she crooned, rub­bing the hot throb­bing 
mem­ber against her cheek.

 Jack’s thick fin­ger which was furi­ously ab­rad­ing Penny’s cunt lips, stopped 
rub­bing.

 “Why did you stop?” she asked, press­ing her thighs to­gether to keep his rough 
warm hand against her pussy flesh.

 Jack pulled his hand away ab­ruptly and stood up. He stuffed his cock with 
dif­fi­culty back into his jeans, and zipped up his fly.

 “Jack! What’s the mat­ter!”

 “I can’t!” he gasped. Penny sat up, shocked.

 “What do you mean you can’t? What’s wrong?”

 “Come on, put your pants on and get up. I’ll take you home,” Jack said.

 “I don’t want to. I want to be fucked.”

 Jack had roughly put Penny’s panties over her ankles. He stood her up roughly, and 
pulled them up. Penny pro­tested vehe­mently.

 “I want it!” she screamed. “What’s the mat­ter with you?”

 “Noth­ing!” Jack yelled back. “My dad told me to leave little vir­gins alone. That 
there were plenty of wet and will­ing wo­men around for my pleas­ure.”

 “But I want it!” Penny said, tears start­ing to roll down her cheeks. “I want my cherry 
popped.”

 “Well, find someone else to do it!” Jack barked, win­cing as he ad­jus­ted his 
hard-on in his tight jeans. “I ain’t un­scru­pu­lous enough!” Penny had a tem­per tan­trum. 
“You’re a cunt-teaser, Jack Sam­son!” Penny bel­lowed, kick­ing her feet up and down on the 
bale of hay. “I want to fuck!” Jack pulled her, stem-faced, to her feet again, and dragged her 
kick­ing and scream­ing out of the barn, and al­most shoved her in the car. They drove home 
at a furi­ous pace, ar­riv­ing at the hand­some farm house at about ten-thirty. As Jack pulled 
up in the drive­way, Penny reached over, and put her arms around Jack. “Please, Jack? Pretty 
please?” Her ar­dent little hand found his hard man­hood and she fondled it. Jack winced, and
re­luct­antly took her hand away.

 “No, I ain’t gonna do it! When you get it done, then, maybe.” Jack Sam­son, a man 
of his word, kept his prom­ise to his father at the cost of great pain and agony to him, and 
pos­sibly, the loss of a friend, as he got out of the car, and went around to the pas­sen­ger 
side, open­ing the door. He pulled her out of the car, and marched her to the front porch.

 Penny sul­lenly pulled her arm out of his grip, and without look­ing back, opened 
the door, and slammed it shut.

 “Is that you, dear?” asked her mother.

 “Yes, Mom,” Penny said, dis­con­sol­ately. She headed for the stairs.

 “You’re home early. Did you have a good time?”

 “No!” Penny ex­ploded, run­ning to her room, and slam­ming the door. She locked 
it. There were no two ways about it. She was hot, homy, and hungry, and her pussy was 
quiv­er­ing with a mes­sage that would not be denied. She threw off her cloth­ing, and threw 
her­self face-down on the bed. She star­ted hump­ing im­me­di­ately into the bed­spread. 
Her pas­sion-swollen pussy lips made con­tact with the silk spread, and tingled fiercely, 
send­ing little sear­ing pin pricks of pleas­ure rip­pling through her body. She bur­ied her 
face in her pil­low and grunted as the pleas­ure which she had stored up for so long began to 
spread through her.

 Her body grew taut with the fiery bliss which was spread­ing through her. Her face 
was flushed, and she began to sweat, as she ground her na­ked swollen, hungry pussy into the
silken spread.

 The silk kissed the na­ked lips of her pussy softly, with a sen­su­ous touch that 
drove Penny dis­trac­ted. With her whole body shak­ing vi­ol­ently, she humped furi­ously 
into the silk, grind­ing her muff heav­ily into the spread, un­til her pussy lips par­ted, and her 
in­ner pink girl meat made de­li­cious con­tact with the soft, tingly ma­ter­ial.

 Her little roun­ded ass cheeks rippled and con­trac­ted, as she fanned the flames of 
lust which were glow­ing in her belly, driv­ing the fire higher and higher. It fi­nally ig­nited in 
her brain, set­ting of wild sparks of light be­hind her tightly-closed eyes. Her muff pressed 
into the silk bed­spread heav­ily, as she twis­ted and turned and humped, stim­u­lat­ing her 
over-ex­cited clit­oris to a riot of ec­stasy.

 Her pussy juices cas­caded from her sweet snatch, co­pi­ously, flow­ing out of her 
love-hole, and drib­bling over her swollen la­bia, mak­ing them sticky and wet, and pool­ing 
on the bed­spread un­der­neath her grind­ing quim.

 Little grunt­ing noises were em­an­at­ing from her mouth as her or­gasm rolled 
through her, send­ing her body into de­li­cious spasms, and her mind into a bliss­ful, 
sen­su­ous de­li­rium. She humped furi­ously, ex­tract­ing the last iota of pleas­ure from her 
co­oper­at­ive and still tingling clit­oris, feel­ing the warm mush sen­sa­tion of her cunt walls 
con­vulsing with ec­stasy.

 She came down fi­nally with a deep moan, and re­laxed on her pink and white bed. 
She lay there trem­bling in the after-glow of her or­gasm, and did some more plot­ting. She 
was furi­ous with Jack. She was also anxious. She hoped he would not spread the story that 
she was a vir­gin.

 Sigh­ing, she rolled over onto her back, and fol­ded her arms be­hind her red hair. 
Ac­tu­ally, she thought to her­self, that might not be a bad idea, his spread­ing the story. That
way, maybe she would be at­tract­ive to some boy who was am­bi­tious enough to want to 
pop a cherry. She couldn’t un­der­stand why a boy wouldn’t want to, es­pe­cially since, in her 
case, it was offered to him on a sil­ver plat­ter.

 She heard her mother and father come up the stairs, and go to bed. She dozed for 
awhile, and then she heard a car in the drive­way, which woke her with a start.

 The cool night air had dried the sex sweat from her body, and she was chilly. She 
got up and put a robe on. Then she went to the bath­room to pee, and brush her teeth. On 
her way back, she heard gig­gling, and then a deep, husky laugh. It was her brother, John. He 
had had a date with Anna-May that night, and Penny was well aware of Anna-May’s 
repu­ta­tion. She de­cided to in­vest­ig­ate. She crept down over the stairs. The hall light was 
off, and there was only a dim light show­ing in the liv­ing room. She peeked through the 
par­tially open door, and gasped.

 Her brother, all mag­ni­fi­cent six feet of him, was stark na­ked, and so was the 
mag­ni­fi­cent Anna-May. Anna-May was ly­ing on the couch, one leg thrown up over the 
back of the couch, her other leg rest­ing on the floor. Her brother John, with a huge hard-on, 
big­ger even than Jack’s, was stand­ing over her, smil­ing. He was pump­ing on his massive 
schlong. Penny felt her pussy cream­ing, as she watched the gor­geous couple.

 Anna-May was rub­bing her breasts, as John bent over the couch, pla­cing his 
hands on either side of Anna-May’s soft white shoulders, and bra­cing his knees between her 
wide-open, shapely thighs. Penny waited with bated breath as John lowered his body down, 
his but­tocks muscles rip­pling with the mo­tion, un­til his cock was aim­ing straight for 
Anna-May’s pussy hole. Even from the dis­tance at which Penny was watch­ing, she could see 
Anna-May’s pussy meat which was very swollen and gleam­ing with her pussy juices.

 “Are you sure we won’t get caught?” Anna-May whispered.

 “Don’t be silly,” her brother husked. “My mother and father get up at five o’clock in 
the morn­ing, and they al­ways get by bed by el­even.”

 “Oh­hhh,” Anna-May moaned, with a sharp, sib­il­ant in­take of breath, as John, 
breath­ing hard, placed the massive, mush­room-shaped head of his cock at the en­trance to 
Anna-May’s pussy. “Oooooh, baby, that feels good!”

 “Hunh!” John grunted. “Feels good to me. Ohh, Anna-May what a tight pussy you 
have!” Penny’s cunt ached furi­ously, and she felt her pussy cream gush­ing hotly out of her 
little twat, as she watched her brother’s cock dis­ap­pear inch by inch into Anna-May’s 
wel­com­ing pussy. Hyp­not­ized, she tried to ima­gine what it felt like for that massive, hot 
tool to be push­ing into her own aching snatch.

 Her brother star­ted to fuck Anna-May, his but­tocks mov­ing way up in the air, as 
he drew his fleshy fuck-pis­ton out to the tip, and then thrust it in again. At first he humped 
slowly, his strokes deep. Penny watched as his back star­ted to gleam with sweat. She could 
hear her brother moan­ing. As his cock pulled out it was gleam­ing with Anna-May’s pussy 
juices.

 Anna-May was rub­bing her tits harder and faster, and her breath­ing was ragged.

 Her head was rolling from side to side on the cush­ions, as John’s cock thrust in and
pulled out in a sen­sual rhythm, that was driv­ing Penny in­sane. She was furi­ously jeal­ous of
Anna-May, as she watched the girl’s hips start hump­ing up into her brother’s massive cock.

 She stared un­blink­ing at the erotic scene un­fold­ing be­fore her, and she star­ted
to rub her pussy, as her brother’s cock began to speed up. Her brother’s but­tocks were 
swiv­el­ing around and around and then up and down, as he pis­toned his cock in and out of 
Anna-May’s cunt. Anna-May’s muff kept smash­ing up into her brother, John’s cock with more
and more fury. Her face was flushed, and her body gleamed with sex sweat, too. Her whole 
body was un­du­lat­ing like a snake’s would in wet grass un­der a hot sun.

 Penny was feel­ing hot­ter and hot­ter her­self. Her little hand was rub­bing her 
des­per­ate, hungry muff furi­ously. She wanted a cock so bad. Her eyes stung with tears, but 
she blinked them back. She didn’t want to miss one pre­cious mo­ment of this fuck scene.

 John’s hips were now mov­ing faster and faster. Their bod­ies were mak­ing wet, 
slap­ping, suck­ing noises as John’s cock wetly and furi­ously pierced Anna-May’s wet 
wo­man meadow over and over again. Then Penny heard her brother let out a strangled 
grunt, and his hips moved so fast that they were a blur of mo­tion.

 Anna-May was now clutch­ing John in a vice-like grip on his shoulders. Penny could 
tell from the way her body was wrig­gling all over the place that she was com­ing too. Again 
and again, the two bod­ies beat into each other. They clutched and bit and grabbed, mak­ing 
funny noises from their throats. Their joined gen­it­als made other noises which ad­ded to the
erotic ef­fect.

 Penny bent over, and bit the sleeve of her bath­robe, as she felt her­self com­ing. 
Her little hand was soak­ing wet with the juices which were pour­ing out of her. She was 
breath­ing heav­ily when the grip of her own cli­max was loosened some­what, and she was 
able to stand up straight. She looked through the door again.

 John was ly­ing on top of Anna-May who was knead­ing John’s but­tocks. Penny 
figured they were fin­ished, and she sneaked up­stairs, to spend the pent-up tears of 
frus­tra­tion which had star­ted down­stairs.

 It wasn’t fair. Anna-May wasn’t half as pretty as Penny, and Anna-May had been a 
fast girl for three years. That meant that she star­ted a year earlier than Penny. She lay down 
on her bed, and cried her­self to sleep. She couldn’t be­gin to ima­gine what a cock felt like in
her cunt, even though she frigged her­self un­til her pussy lips were sore.

 She just had to have cock.

 * * *

 Jack Sam­son ap­par­ently had no in­ten­tion of tat­tling on Penny. In one way she 
was grate­ful, but Beth came up to her in the locker room, and wanted to know what she did 
when she left early with Jack.

 Penny just looked at Beth and grinned. “Gee, I’m sorry, Beth,” she said, lower­ing her
eyes, not out of mod­esty, but be­cause Penny hated to ,lie, “but I’m just not a kiss and tell 
per­son.”

 Beth had ac­cep­ted that state­ment wist­fully. It was cer­tainly the creed among 
the girls to be si­lent about sexual en­coun­ters, but it was more honored in the breech than 
in the ob­serv­ance, which was why Penny was so miser­able. At one time all the girls in her 
class, and Penny was a very pop­u­lar and much-trus­ted little friend, had in­formed her that 
they had been de­flowered.

 Penny felt like an old maid. She at­tacked her school work with even more than her 
usual vi­va­city, try­ing to work out her miser­ies in work. At lunch time, Billy Adams came up 
to her.

 “Uhh, my dad says I can have the car next Sat­urday night. Would you like to go to a
drive-in movie with me?”

 An­other chance! There was still hope. Penny grinned at Billy Adams, and said yes. 
Billy Adams was the equi­val­ent of a city slicker, since he lived in town, and had a few more 
soph­ist­ic­ated traits than the farm boys did. Again Penny perked up. She would have to wait 
a week, but she was go­ing to get her cherry popped. What else did you do at drive-ins? 
Mostly, moth­ers and fath­ers wouldn’t even let you go alone. You had to go with an­other 
couple.

 So that even­ing, when she asked her mother if she could go to the drive-in, her 
mother said she could, provided she found a double date. The next day, when Penny 
in­formed Billy of this, he looked crest­fal­len, but prom­ised to get an­other couple to share 
the car with them.

 Penny was at this point, heav­ily into the pleas­ant rig­ors of re­hears­ing for their 
Spring En­ter­tain­ment. The whole school par­took of this, but the drama so­ci­ety, of which 
Penny was a prom­in­ent mem­ber, be­ing a gif­ted mimic and act­ress, usu­ally car­ried away
the hon­ors. They were do­ing a one-act play, and Penny had the lead.

 Miss Scott, the drama dir­ector, called for a re­hearsal for Wed­nes­day night, 
prom­ising to see that all the chil­dren were driven home af­ter­wards. Penny got her 
mother’s per­mis­sion, and after sup­per on Wed­nes­day, she was picked up by Chick Carter, 
her lead­ing man, to be driven to the school. Re­hearsal star­ted at seven, and Miss Scott 
prom­ised all the moth­ers that the chil­dren would be home be­fore curfew, at el­even.

 The re­hearsal was long and ar­du­ous, as be­gin­ning re­hears­als are, but Penny 
threw her­self into it body and soul, and Miss Scott was very pleased. As they were 
gath­er­ing up props to put them away, Chick vo­lun­teered to drive some of the girls home. 
He was look­ing most poin­tedly at Penny.

 “Well,” said Miss Scott, push­ing back her salt and pep­per hair, which was fly­ing all
over her face, “I don’t see why not. Who lives in your dir­ec­tion?”

 “Beth and Penny.”

 “Oh,” Miss Scott said, “that would be fine, if you girls don’t mind. That will save me 
time.”

 “No, we don’t mind at all,” Beth smiled, wink­ing at Penny. She didn’t un­der­stand 
the wink, un­til Chick let Beth off at her door, and then star­ted to drive Penny home.

 When they got to the drive­way, Chick, in­stead of turn­ing into it, parked out­side 
the hedges in the front of the house. He turned off the ig­ni­tion and the lights, and reached 
over in the dark­ness for Penny.

 Penny was taken aback at first.

 “Why Chick Carter!” she purred. “I didn’t know you had your eye on me!”

 “Ever since the be­gin­ning of school. Gosh, you’re gor­geous, Penny.” He grabbed 
Penny roughly, and pressed her to his chest. Penny melted in the em­brace, and felt her pussy 
purring to fiery life. They were home early, and had half an hour at least.

 That ought to be time enough to get de­flowered, thought Penny, ex­ult­antly. She 
ran her hand up and down Chick’s thigh, feel­ing it tremble un­der her soft touch. Chick’s 
hand was awk­wardly search­ing for her tit, and he fumbled with it, his breath­ing be­com­ing
very heavy in the car. He ran his hand down from her tit to her gently roun­ded haunches.

 Penny moaned, and groped in the dark for Chick’s crotch. She found it and gasped 
at the size of his bulge. It was more than a hand­ful! Penny’s pussy was wreak­ing havoc with 
her, caus­ing her body to shake as it con­vulsed with eager­ness.

 “Do-do you?” Chuck said, gulp­ing.

 “Yes, yes!” Penny whispered fiercely, pulling the boy down for a pas­sion­ate kiss. 
Their tongues met and locked wetly to­gether, as Chuck fumbled with Penny’s jeans. Penny 
had pulled down Chuck’s fly zip­per, and was grop­ing for his massive hard-on, when the car 
was filled with the white glare of head­lights. Chuck star­ted and looked out the rear car 
win­dow.

 It was John’s Chev­ro­let. John didn’t pull the car into the drive­way, either. He 
parked right be­hind Chick’s sta­tion wagon, got out of his car and star­ted to walk in their 
dir­ec­tion. Hast­ily Chuck zipped up his fly, and Penny re­arranged her blouse, and pulled up 
her own zip­per.

 John peered in the win­dow on the driver’s side sternly.

 “What are you do­ing here!” he com­manded.

 “We’re neck­ing!” Penny said de­fi­antly. “Why don’t you mind your own nasty 
busi­ness. “ “Get in the house!” John com­manded.

 “It’s not curfew yet. I have half an hour.” John walked with long strides around the 
front of the car to the pas­sen­ger side, and pulled the door open. He reached in and pulled 
Penny out.

 “Your time’s up now!” he said, push­ing her in the dir­ec­tion of the house. John 
leaned his tall frame over to look at the awe-struck Chick.

 “You go home now, or you’ll miss your curfew!” he barked, slam­ming the car door 
shut. Chick took off in a rush. Penny was fum­ing. And her hungry pussy only fed the flames of
her an­ger, as she swung on John.

 “If you can fuck that slut Anna-May, why can’t I neck with Chick Carter!” John 
slapped her roughly across the face. “Your lan­guage sucks. I don’t care what you think of 
Anna-May. She’s a lady, and she never uses lan­guage like that.” Penny, hurt and livid with 
rage, ran up to the steps of the porch, while John was go­ing back to pull the car into the 
drive­way. “You’re a phil­an­derer and a hy­po­crite, John White! I hate you and you’re not my
brother any­more!” The front door swung open. Penny’s brother Ed stood in the door­way.

 “Shush!” he whispered. “Mom and Dad are in bed.”

 “I don’t care!” screamed Penny. “He hit me, and I’m gonna tell Mom and Dad, right 
now.”

 “Whoa-up little lady,” laughed Ed, grabbing her around the waist as she ran into the
house. “Come on, tell big brother Ed what’s wrong?” Ed and John were as dif­fer­ent as night 
and day. Ed was dark like his father, and easy-go­ing and gentle, with a wry hu­mor. 
Every­one said he was the spit­ting im­age of Farmer White, and he was. John was like Penny’s
mother, and like Penny, too--red-haired, bril­liant and volat­ile. Penny looked up into the soft, 
kind eyes of her brother, and she star­ted to cry. She was cry­ing not only be­cause John hit 
her, but be­cause her little pussy ached to be stuffed with cock, and she was jeal­ous of John, 
who could make free with Anna-May, and furi­ous with him for pre­vent­ing her from get­ting
her nookie.

 “He-he hit me!” Penny cried, bury­ing her face in Ed’s shoulder.

 “What!” Ed ex­claimed. John came walk­ing up the porch steps with his heavy tread, 
jingling his keys.

 “What in hell did you hit her for?” de­man­ded the usu­ally easy-go­ing Ed.

 “She was neck­ing with that Carter kid in the car, and she used some foul lan­guage 
when I broke it up!”

 “You don’t have any call to hit her!” Ed ex­claimed. “Dad never hit any of us! What’s 
got into you?”

 Penny, spit­ting fire, she was so mad and be­side her­self, pulled away from Ed. 
“And what busi­ness is it of yours if I neck with Chick Carter in front of my own house. If you 
can do it, I can, too!”

 John, livid, took a step to­ward her. Penny backed up as Ed in­ter­vened. “You don’t 
know what I do!” John spat at his little sis­ter, his face con­tor­ted with rage.

 “Yes I do!” yelled Penny ex­ult­antly, look­ing for any way she could to hurt her 
brother for the slap he had given her. She threw her­self down on the floor, on her back, and 
spread her thighs ob­scenely wide, wav­ing them in the air. “This is what Anna-May looked 
like the other night when you were fuck­ing her on the couch. I saw you!”

 She jumped up, put­ting her hands on her hips, star­ing dag­gers at her brother, 
who had sud­denly turned white.

 “You had no busi­ness peep­ing.”

 “You have no busi­ness spy­ing on me, either! And you do it all the time. And I 
wasn’t spy­ing. You were mak­ing so much noise that it was an in­vit­a­tion. It was a dirty old 
peep-show, like the one in Minotville I heard you and Dan Baker talk­ing about when you 
were mend­ing tackle in the barn.”

 “Penny, go to your room, and calm down, huh?” Ed said. “I want to talk to John.” 
Penny obeyed gladly. She knew her emo­tions were out of con­trol. And she needed to sort 
out what it was she was feel­ing. She turned to go up the stairs, and stopped. It was her turn 
to blanche. Her father was stand­ing at the top of the stairs, grave and gentle, and 
stern-look­ing. The three chil­dren stared up at the be­ne­vol­ent and hand­some man 
anxiously. They were all so in­volved in the scene in which they had just played their 
re­spect­ive parts, that none of them knew how long Joseph White had been stand­ing there.

 He star­ted down the stairs, while his three hand­some chil­dren stood rooted to 
the spot. When he got to the foot of the stairs, he put his arm out, and placed it on Penny’s 
shoulder.

 Penny, still reel­ing from the sharp blow her brother had given her, winced, and 
shrunk from the af­fec­tion­ate touch of a father who had never laid a hand on him.

 Her father looked at her, shocked. Penny y star­ted to cry again, when she saw the 
hurt and puzzled look in his eyes.

 “Oh, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she cried, run­ning to him, and bury­ing her face in his 
shoulder.

 “What call have you to shrink like a frightened an­imal from your dad, Penny?” her 
father asked mourn­fully.

 Penny heard John’s voice, trem­bling slightly. “I’m sorry, Dad. I think it’s my fault. I 
just hit her for sas­sing.”

 “Hit her?” asked Joseph White, glar­ing at his son. “I never saw you treat an an­imal 
in a rough way. Why would you do it to your own sis­ter?” John White said noth­ing. He 
lowered his head.

 Penny’s father pushed her to arm’s length and looked at her gravely. “And what was 
that little per­form­ance I saw you in­volved in just now young lady?”

 “I was mad at John, and try­ing to get back at him.” Penny said, look­ing with 
tear-filled eyes at her father.

 “ ‘Ven­geance is mine, sayeth the Lord’,” her father in­toned. Penny hung her head, 
ashamed. “I’m sorry, Dad,” she whispered.

 “You should tell your brother you’re sorry, child,” her father said.

 Penny flared in­stantly. “I will not! I hate him! He’s not my brother!” She pulled away 
from her father, and ran up the stairs, cry­ing hys­ter­ic­ally, and slammed the door to her 
room. She threw her­self down on the bed, and wept heart-brokenly, for her lost chance to 
lose her cherry, be­cause her brother hit her, and just be­cause she was be­ing slightly 
hys­ter­ical.

 She had heard one of the girls say that the reason Miss Mosell was so bitchy was 
be­cause she was an old maid who never had it, and it had turned toxic and dried up. Penny 
wondered if her nor­mally cheer­ful spir­its were about to un­dergo the same change. It was 
not like her to have tem­per tan­trums. She had had one with Jack when he said he wouldn’t 
de­flower a vir­gin. She had had one with her brother, and then she had had one with her 
father, when he told her she should apo­lo­gize to her brother. She was even angry with her 
gentle, God-fear­ing, Bible-read­ing father be­cause he asked her to apo­lo­gize and not him.
He was the one who had star­ted the whole thing.

 Her cry­ing eased up some­what, and then she re­membered that there was still 
Sat­urday night and her date with Billy Adams. She knew why he was tak­ing her out. 
Be­cause she had left early with Jack when they had double-dated the week be­fore. He 
as­sumed she was avail­able, and he was right. She was.

 Sleepily, her hand went to her hungry quim, and she began to rub it softly, back and
forth over her swollen wet girl-meat. She fell asleep as soon as her or­gasm rippled 
de­li­ciously through her, fad­ing from con­scious­ness on the same fad­ing sen­sual, erotic 
cloud.





CHAPTER THREE


Penny did not speak to her brother for the rest of the week. As a mat­ter of fact, she
had ini­tially re­fused to come to the table at all, and if he walked into a room, she walked out
of it.

 Her mother had put a firm stop to that non­sense, telling her that whether there 
was some dif­fi­culty between mem­bers of a fam­ily or not, they would dine to­gether, and 
be cour­teous to each other. That much they owed them­selves.

 Penny was shelling peas for sup­per with her mother. Ed was out blast­ing stumps 
to clear some land for spring plant­ing, and John was with his father in the barn, as­sist­ing at 
the birth­ing of a calf. Penny could al­ways talk to her mother, and this time she found her­self
tongue-tied. She looked at her mother in mute misery, and her mother laughed.

 Penny was shocked. How could her mother be so un­feel­ing.

 “Penny, dear, I’m not laugh­ing at you. But look what you’re do­ing!” Penny looked 
down. She had star­ted to put the pea pods in with the shelled peas, and the little round peas 
in with the pods to be dis­carded. She laughed, in spite of her­self.

 “Do you want to talk about it dear?” asked her mother, as she helped Penny re­verse
the er­ror.”

 “No, I don’t. I don’t even know how, Mother!”

 “I un­der­stand,” her gor­geous red-headed mother smiled.

 “Oh, Mother, how could you? I don’t even un­der­stand my­self!” Penny ex­claimed 
sniff­ling.

 “Do you want to have red eyes for your date to­night?” Mrs. White asked, gently.

 “I don’t care!” said Penny. “If you un­der­stand what’s hap­pen­ing to me, why don’t
you tell me? I don’t know.”

 “Well, dear, I can tell you some things that might help. But the real an­swers will 
have to come from your own soul. I was young once, too, and we all go through a spell, where
we have emo­tional grow­ing-pains, just like you once had phys­ical grow­ing-pains. It’s all 
part of be­com­ing a wo­man.”

 “But I’m a beast! So’s John, but that’s no ex­cuse for me. I feel so... so hard-hearted 
about him.”

 “I think you two will work it out. You’re both ba­sic­ally very much alike, you know.”

 “I’m sorry to hear that,” groaned Penny, get­ting up after care­fully check­ing the 
dish with the pods, to see that she hadn’t put any more peas in it, “I can’t stand him. Maybe 
that’s why I don’t like me.” Mrs. White laughed. Penny got her mother’s pods, and put them in
the waste bas­ket, and then came back and kissed her mother on the cheek.

 “Well, I’ll be po­lite to him, any­way,” she said, sigh­ing. “I don’t un­der­stand why I 
feel so out­rageous.”

 “Has he apo­lo­gized to you at all?” her mother asked. Penny shook her head, her 
soft cheek rub­bing against her mother’s equally soft cheek.

 “Well,” her mother con­tin­ued, “it was a shock. You’ve never been struck be­fore. 
You’ll get over it, as I dare say, he will, too.”

 “But, Mother, the good book says to turn the other cheek, and every time I see him 
my gut goes crazy!”

 Penny’s mother pulled her lovely, colt­ish daugh­ter onto her lap. “My dear, you 
must ex­pect ex­tremes of emo­tion to be­set you. After all, you are grow­ing up, and just as 
your body gets stronger, so does your soul and your mind. You will learn to deal with them. 
Half the battle when you feel that way, is to be cour­teous. That’s why I can’t have you 
avoid­ing the din­ner table. And any­way, your father and I and your brother Ed miss you 
when you’re not here.”

 “Weeellll,” drawled Penny, “I sup­pose I can’t be ex­pec­ted to love the whole 
world.” ‘That’s right, and that’s what cour­tesy is all about,” her mother said. “Now help me set
the table for sup­per. You don’t want to be late for the movie, do you?”

 “No,” said Penny get­ting up. It wasn’t the movie that con­cerned her how­ever. It 
was be­ing on time for her own. Cherry-pop­ping rites. And she really didn’t know how to tell 
her mother about that. Dis­cre­tion be­ing the greater part of valor, and Penny be­ing a good 
stu­dent of Caesar’s, she wisely held her tongue.

 Din­ner wasn’t too bad. John said noth­ing, but Ed and her father did seem so glad 
to see her there, that speak­ing cour­teously to John when she had to wasn’t so hard.

 Billy Adams picked her up at seven-thirty. Their double-dates were Laura Jones who 
lived on the ‘next farm, and Nat Kent. Laura and Nat were in each other’s arms in the back seat
be­fore they reached the high­way, lead­ing to the drive-in. Again Penny’s pussy purred. This 
time there was no brother around to stop her, and she wasn’t go­ing to let it slip that she was 
a vir­gin. That way, if Billy had any ob­jec­tions to pop­ping a cherry, he would be well in her 
be­fore he dis­covered it, and it would be too late.

 Penny still had the mis­taken no­tion, com­mon to ad­oles­cent girls, that once a 
guy got his cock into a girl’s cunt, it was all over, and there was noth­ing the guy could do, 
but be help­less and do it.

 When the older girls had cau­tioned them about cock-teas­ing, they used to say the
same thing about hard-ons. If a boy got a hard-on, that was the end of it. Only the 
in­ev­it­able could hap­pen, and you didn’t tease a guy and give him a hard-on un­less you 
in­ten­ded to fol­low through. Well, she had learned that that part of the myth was wrong. 
Jack had merely stuffed his hard-on into his jeans. She had no­ticed that his cock stayed hard 
all the way home. She as­sumed, that boys had the same out­lets that girls had, and that he 
could jerk off to re­lieve him­self.

 Since that’s what she had done when she got home, she just ex­pec­ted that Jack 
had stopped some­where and done the same thing. But she wondered what they did with the 
gism. She knew a cock spouted. Her pussy gushed, but it didn’t spew like a hose any­where. 
Mostly it got trapped in her pants, or dribbled into her as­s­cheeks.

 When it got on the bed, it could be wiped off with a damp towel to re­move the 
tell-tale spot. The movie was some kind of com­edy. Penny wasn’t in­ter­ested in it, at all. She 
was pay­ing at­ten­tion to the noises that were com­ing from the back seat of the car. She 
gazed sur­repti­tiously out of the comer of her eye, and gasped, feel­ing the heat rise in the 
fur­nace of her muff. Nat was ly­ing on top of Laura, who had one leg on the floor. The other 
was bent at the knee, al­most in the same pos­ture as Anna-May when John had fucked her.

 Billy Adams reached over, and grabbed Penny to him, and pressed her tits hard into 
his chest. He was breath­ing heav­ily. Penny sur­rendered to the erotic at­mo­sphere in the 
car. She could hear the heavy breath­ing of Laura and Nat, and funny little grunts 
oc­ca­sion­ally. Laura’s skirt, Penny had no­ticed, was hitched up around her crotch, and Nat 
was mak­ing hunch­ing mo­tions into her muff. Penny as­sumed that he had pulled his cock 
out of his fly, and was fuck­ing Laura.

 She couldn’t wait to get star­ted her­self. She pressed her mouth to Billy’s ar­dently,
feel­ing his hands reach­ing un­der her sweater, to cup her bra-less tits. Her nipples puckered 
in­stantly at the hot con­tact of his palm with her tit-flesh. She groped around to find his fly, 
and didn’t waste a minute. She fumbled with the zip­per, and got it down. Then she reached 
out to pull out Billy’s cock.

 “You’re a hot one!” Billy whispered in her ear. Penny didn’t an­swer. She kept her 
eyes closed, as she pulled out Billy’s massive hard-on, and star­ted to run her hands up and 
down its throb­bing length. Billy had run his hand up un­der Penny’s skirt, and was teas­ing 
her ex­cited pussy, run­ning his fin­ger up and down on the damp silky fab­ric of her panties.

 He reached be­hind her, fond­ling her ass cheeks, and pulled at the silky ma­ter­ial. 
Penny lif­ted her hips so he could pull down her pants. She kicked them off her ankle, and 
Billy’s fin­gers were run­ning up and down her bare, swollen slit. He teased the wet en­trance 
to her vir­ginal love hole, and Penny held him tighter as de­li­cious little rills of hot sen­sa­tion
flowed through her, mak­ing her body tremble. Billy star­ted to ease her down on the seat, 
with some dif­fi­culty be­cause of the steer­ing wheel. Penny copied Laura’s pos­ture, one leg 
bent at the knee and pressed against the back of the front seat, the other spread on the floor.

 Billy was ly­ing on top of her, kiss­ing her pas­sion­ately. He was ly­ing slightly to 
one side of her, and he was rub­bing his cock head up and down her wet and swollen la­bia. 
Every time his hot cock head touched her swollen la­bia, her pussy flesh shivered with bliss­ful
pleas­ure.

 “Oh, stick it in me, Billy. Stick it in!” she whispered, arch­ing her hips up on the 
massive, throb­bing shaft. Billy placed his cock head at the en­trance to her aching, drip­ping 
twat. Penny held her breath, and closed her eyes in ec­stasy. It was go­ing to hap­pen. She 
waited, eagerly for him to push his gor­geous prod into her wet and will­ing wo­man­hood.

 “It-it’s all right, isn’t it?” Billy asked. Penny’s eyes flew open. She frowned 
im­pa­tiently, aching for the hard kiss of his cock against the walls of her cunt.

 “Of course it is!” she whispered im­pa­tiently.

 “I mean, you-you’re pro­tec­ted, aren’t you?” Penny looked at him puzzled. “What 
do you mean?”

 “Well, you know, like Sandy and Laura use the pill.” Penny was speech­less. She was 
also des­per­ate. “Billy, please just stick it in, please? I’m so hot I’m gonna die.” Billy was 
look­ing down at her, and he didn’t look so eager. “What’s the mat­ter?” she asked.

 “Do you have any pro­tec­tion, I asked you?” Billy was act­ing an­noyed now.

 “Well, no!” Penny said, at a loss for words. “Don’t you have some?”

 “No!” Billy whispered, pulling his cock away from Penny’s aching and primed love 
hole. He sat up, and stuffed his cock back into his pants, win­cing as he did -so.

 “You can’t do this to me!” Penny whispered.

 “I’m not about to make you preg­nant, either!” Billy whispered gut­tur­ally. Penny 
felt like scream­ing. And she was em­bar­rassed. As she sat up, she saw the un­du­lat­ing 
forms of Laura and Nat. Nat’s but­tocks were hump­ing in and out of Laura in a cir­cu­lar 
mo­tion. Laura’s hips were hump­ing up and down, rhyth­mic­ally match­ing Nat stroke for 
stroke. The two of them were grunt­ing, totally lost to the world. Laura was rak­ing her 
fin­ger­nails up and down Nat’s shirt, while Nat braced his hands on Laura’s shoulders, 
press­ing her into the seat of the car.

 “Billy, I want it!” Penny said, as she sat close be­side him. She tried to put her hand 
on his bur­geon­ing crotch, but Billy pushed her hand away firmly.

 “Look,” Billy whispered, “I don’t know how you’ve got away with screw­ing around 
and not hav­ing pro­tec­tion. But I’m too young to be a father!”

 Penny was on the verge of tears. She reached down to pick up her panties, and she 
wriggled into them. The damp crotch was very cold against her hot cunt, and the ache in her 
pussy was al­most in­tol­er­able. She star­ted to cry.

 “Well, then, take me home,” Penny sniffed.

 Billy turned on the ig­ni­tion, and backed out of the drive-in. Laura and Nat were 
still fuck­ing in the back seat, as they drove home slowly. Penny spent the whole time 
watch­ing Nat and Laura out of the corner of her eye. She was glad she was wear­ing a dark 
skirt and a dark coat, be­cause her pussy cream had soaked straight through the skirt.

 She walked glumly into the house, and walked out to the kit­chen. There was a note 
on the kit­chen table from her mother. “Dad and I have gone to Aunt Min­nie’s for schnaps. 
Will be home about mid­night. Love, Mother and Dad.”

 Penny got a coke out of the re­fri­ger­ator, and went to her room. At least they 
weren’t here to ques­tion why she was home so early. She had only been gone about two 
hours! She looked up the movie that was play­ing at the drive-in, just in case her par­ents 
should ask, and tried to frig her­self to sleep. But noth­ing worked. She came about three 
times, her pussy cream pour­ing in an ever-widen­ing stain on the sheets, but she wasn’t 
sat­is­fied.

 She fi­nally fell into a doze, and woke with a start. She looked at the clock. It was 
about el­even-thirty. She got up and walked out into the hall to listen. Her par­ents’ 
bed­room door was still open, in­dic­at­ing that they had not come in yet. She listened at her 
broth­ers’ doors.

 They didn’t seem to be home. Penny star­ted to cry again. She felt as if her pussy 
had be­come a mill­stone around her neck, and that she was drag­ging the weight of it 
around. She wanted to be fucked.

 In the dis­tance, she heard the gentle low­ing of a cow, and re­membered the calf 
which had been born today. She threw on a pair of dun­gar­ees, and a sweater, and walked 
down­stairs, out into the barn­yard, to­ward the bam. Maybe that would con­sole her, to look 
at the new calf.

 She walked quietly into the large, fra­grant barn. There was a dim light in the stall 
where the cow had given birth. She walked quietly over, and looked in. It al­ways made her cry
happy tears to see the little an­im­als who were born. And this one was no ex­cep­tion. Her 
mother was lick­ing her roughly with her big gentle tongue. Each thrust of the mother’s 
tongue on her baby’s coat knocked the still weak-kneed little in­fant for­ward and back, as the
little creature staggered un­der the strength of its mother’s lov­ing care.

 Smil­ing softly, Penny walked into the stall to pet the knew calf. The mother lowed, 
and Penny found her­self the re­cip­i­ent of a lath­er­ing from the cow’s tongue as lov­ing as 
the ones Penny watched her giv­ing her baby. She knelt down feel­ing the moist breath of the
little calf against her face as she pressed her nose into the vel­vet soft nose of the calf who 
baa’d timor­ously. Penny knelt for a few minutes, in mute ad­or­a­tion of the little life, and the
awe­some­ness of giv­ing birth.

 Then she star­ted to hear strange sounds. She frowned. On the op­pos­ite side of 
the large bam, were sev­eral stables with horses. But that wasn’t the sound she had heard. 
This side con­tained birth­ing stalls only, with all the equip­ment ne­ces­sary. The floor was 
al­ways gen­er­ously covered in fresh hay, and they were kept me­tic­u­lously clean. This birth
had been nor­mal, and in the morn­ing, Penny knew that her father would put the cow out 
with her new­born into the herd again.

 She re­membered once beg­ging her father for one of the cows for a pet. When he 
said she could have any one she wanted, she pro­tested that she wanted to keep it with her.

 “That wouldn’t do, honey,” her father had said, smil­ing up at her.

 “But why not, Daddy?”

 “Well, in the first place, the mother would miss her baby. In the second place, cows 
are gregari­ous an­im­als. They need to be with their own kind. And if you don’t put the baby 
in with the herd, the baby won’t get so­cial­ized prop­erly, and it won’t get along with its 
peers.”

 “Oh, but I want a pet of my very own,” the little red­head had whined.

 “I’ll get you a dog or a kitty then, Penny. Those an­im­als were meant to be around 
hu­mans and fol­low them around. But it isn’t right to keep a wild an­imal, or a herd­ing 
an­imal apart from its broth­ers and sis­ters.”

 Penny had seen the point. Her father had got­ten her a kit­ten a few days later, and 
within six months the naughty little an­imal had run away with a stray tom cat, who had 
stalked the prop­erty for days. After that, Penny had con­ten­ted her­self with the wide 
vari­ety of an­im­als the farm did have.

 Penny shook her­self out of her rev­erie and stood up. Were other cows giv­ing 
birth already? She walked quietly, and a little bit nervously, out of the stall, and star­ted to 
tip-toe down to the other stalls. The sounds got louder as she ap­proached the rear of the 
bam, which was dimly lit. Then she heard what soun­ded like a hu­man whis­per.

 The two farm­hands slept in rooms over the large gar­age at­tached to the house. 
And she knew they went into town on Sat­urday night. As she got closer, she heard a soft 
grunt. She stopped at the last stall. The par­ti­tion was about nose-high on the lithe young 
red­head. She peered cau­tiously over it.

 What she saw was not cal­cu­lated to calm her over­wrought hy­per-sexual 
ad­oles­cent soul. It was her brother Ed. He was nude, and his but­tocks were boun­cing up 
and down furi­ously on the body of a tall hand­some blonde, whom Penny re­cog­nized as 
Inga Al­ler­son. She was Ed’s steady girl­friend. Inga’s long, gor­geous legs were thrown up 
and wrapped around Ed’s rip­ping, writh­ing waist. Penny could hear the wet slap­ping 
sounds as their eager, hot flesh made con­tact as they pressed eagerly into each other.

 “Oh, Ed, you feel so good. Oh, fuck me, darling, fuck me!” Inga gasped.

 “My pretty pussy, love your cunt,” Ed gasped, grunt­ing again as his hips drove his 
cock deep into Inga’s cunt. Penny watched, in rapt at­ten­tion as the two bod­ies writhed and 
wriggled on the straw. Their limbs were wrapped around each other, and their bod­ies were 
con­vulsing eagerly as they humped furi­ously into each other.

 Penny felt for­lorn, and left-out. She didn’t half ob­ject to Ed’s fuck­ing Inga. He had
given her a dia­mond ring for Christ­mas, and they were ex­pec­ted to get mar­ried in June. It
wasn’t the same thing as her brother John, who ap­par­ently fucked everything in sight.

 Inga was emit­ting high-pitched mewl­ing sounds. Penny watched as her head was 
thrown back, and her mouth opened. She knew Inga was com­ing. She heard Ed grunt, and 
his pump­ing mo­tions be­came more and more furi­ous. His body gleamed with sweat, as his
ass muscles rippled in their up­ward and down­ward des­cent into Inga’s eager cunt.

 Both of them were grunt­ing now, and their bod­ies shivered with the im­pact of 
the de­li­ri­ous pleas­ure which flowed through them. Inga’s face was con­tor­ted with 
pas­sion, as her ar­dent loins slammed up furi­ously, em­bed­ding her­self again and again, 
and deeply, onto Penny’s brother’s cock. Ed’s but­tocks slammed in hard one last time, as he 
shot the last of his gism into the beau­ti­ful Swede’s pussy, and Penny, sud­denly real­iz­ing 
that she was right in the line of vis­ion, if Inga opened her eyes, backed away. She walked out 
of the barn and into the house, and went to her room, to frig her­self again.

 She just had to get laid. She planned on Monday to way­lay Sandy or Laura and find
out about pro­tec­tion. Furi­ous as she was with Billy, she could un­der­stand his point of 
view, and she had been fool­ish not to think of it be­fore­hand.

 Sandy’s father was a doc­tor, so she would know what to do, and how to get pills or
some­thing like that.

 Penny’s soft little hand probed into the aching hole that wanted so badly to be 
stuffed. Penny gasped as she felt her little cunt muscles tighten spas­tic­ally around the 
slender in­vader.

 But it wasn’t the same thing as hav­ing a cock stuff­ing her cunt, and all she did was 
in­crease the ache. She wanted to scream. She got up off the bed which was un­bear­ably hot 
be­cause of her un­bear­ably hot body that noth­ing seemed to cool off any­more, and 
im­puls­ively picked up a teddy bear which was sit­ting at the foot of her bed.

 She heaved it against a wall. She star­ted to cry again, and then stopped cry­ing 
sud­denly. Minotville! She could go into Minotville and get a stud. All she needed was a 
phony iden­ti­fic­a­tion card, some makeup, to make her look older. She could pick up a nice 
col­lege kid there, and get her­self de­flowered. Col­lege kids would even be bet­ter than her 
own school chums.

 Sud­denly, her hand on her cunt felt bet­ter, and she ran her fin­gers up and down 
her swollen pussy lips. She could ar­range it, all right, and she would be all set when she went. 
She would have her pills, she wouldn’t tell any­one she had never had a man be­fore.

 And she could get her cherry popped. The idea really turned her on, and she fi­nally 
had an or­gasm, and fell asleep.





CHAPTER FOUR


There was a spring va­ca­tion at school dur­ing the last week of March and the first 
two weeks of April, so that the chil­dren in this farm­ing com­munity could be spared for the 
spring plant­ing. Then they went back to school, and stayed un­til the end of June.

 The sched­ule would have been strange to a city child, but to the farmer’s chil­dren 
it was eagerly awaited. Spring plant­ing and fall har­vest­ing were their fa­vor­ite times of the 
year, filled with hard work, and hard play.

 Penny had gone to Sandy, and taken her into her con­fid­ence. Sandy was a bright, 
prac­tical child who had listened well, kept her coun­sel, and im­me­di­ately made an 
ap­point­ment with the gyneco­lo­gist in the next town to which her mother had sent her, 
after find­ing her in flag­rante de­licto with a neigh­bor­ing farm boy.

 Sandy made the ap­point­ment, and the fol­low­ing Sat­urday, the two of them 
bi­cycled to the town, on the pre­text of go­ing shop­ping. The gyneco­lo­gist pro­nounced 
Penny fit as a fiddle, gave her the pre­scrip­tion, and then the two little girls went to the local 
drug store to have it filled.

 While they were wait­ing for the pre­scrip­tion, they did do some shop­ping. Penny 
bought a new out­fit, which Sandy de­clared was “Su­per!” and Sandy bought some re­cords, 
since she was plan­ning to have a party the week­end be­fore school star­ted again.

 When Penny sug­ges­ted to Sandy on the way home, her six-months’ sup­ply of 
pills safely tucked away in her pocket book, that she planned to take a little for­aging trip into 
Minotville, Sandy’s eyes sparkled.

 “Why don’t we go to­gether, Penny? I think that’s a su­per idea, and I have an older 
cousin we could stay with who knows all the ropes. She was the one who got me my first lay!”

 “Yeah?” said Penny, look­ing at her friend. “Are you sure that wouldn’t be 
im­pos­ing.”

 “No! Ly­dia called me just the other day, and wondered when I was com­ing down. 
The col­lege kids have spring semester breaks, the same as we do, ex­cept most of them don’t
help their fath­ers out on the farms the way we do, so they hang around the city. The bars are 
jump­ing.”

 “I won­der if my mother would let me. “ Penny pondered.

 “Well, ask her, dummy! And then let me know, quick. The only reason I haven’t taken
her up on her of­fer is, I really don’t want to go alone.”

 “Well, what about Beth and Laura? They’re swinging girls.”

 “They’re too swinging! And have you heard about your repu­ta­tion lately? All the 
guys think you’re hot stuff.”

 “Well, you know what s come of all that,” Penny said rue­fully.

 “I wouldn’t worry about it, if I were you,” said Sandy. “Most of the girls around here 
have older cous­ins, like me, to show us the ropes. You just have two broth­ers.”

 “Yeah, and one of them stinks. He’s such a busy-body!”

 “That’s strange,” Sandy said, “be­cause he goes into Minotville a lot with Dan Baker, 
and your brother’s sup­posed to be the best stud around. Wouldn’t mind cop­ping him 
my­self, if you didn’t mind.” Penny laughed. “You can have him!” she said. Chat­ting and 
mak­ing plans, the two girls pedaled home. She was feel­ing in high spir­its when she walked 
into the big kit­chen, where the sa­vory aroma of a hearty stew was filling the air.

 “Hello, dear,” her mother said, hug­ging her, and pleased with the bright look on 
her face. “Did you buy any­thing nice?”

 “Oh, yes!” Penny laughed, grabbing her pack­ages and run­ning to the door to 
model her out­fit for her mother. “Wait till you see it!”

 The out­fit was in­deed, stun­ning. A suede skirt, which fit her slender full hips 
per­fectly, cut just above the knee, with a suede vest to match. She had bought a brown and 
pink print blouse to go with it. The blouse was V-necked, and just showed a hint of her 
soon-to-be mag­ni­fi­cent cleav­age. She put the out­fit on, and modeled it for her mother.

 “My little girl is grow­ing up,” her mother said, shak­ing her head rue­fully, not­ing 
how the well-cut out­fit showed all of Penny’s en­dow­ments.

 “Do you like it, Mother?”

 “Very much, Penny.”

 John walked into the kit­chen, while Penny was ca­vort­ing around, her dimpled 
knees al­most twink­ling as she walked. She wore T-shirts or blouses and jeans most of the 
time, and she felt a little na­ked with her long, gor­geously shaped legs show­ing.

 “Are you go­ing to wear that when you go back to school?”

 “Well, I was hop­ing you would say it was all right if I could go to Sandy’s cousin in 
Minotville for a week­end. I’d like to save it for then.”

 “Did Sandy in­vite you?” Mrs. White asked.

 “Yes, and she said to ask you and if you ap­proved, to call her mother. Sandy 
doesn’t want to go to Minotville alone.”

 “Very well, I’ll call Sandy’s mother after sup­per. If she says it’s all right, I don’t know 
why we can’t spare you. Most of the plow­ing and plant­ing’s done, and there’s noth­ing 
spe­cial needed to be done around the house.”

 “Oh, mother, thank you!” Penny said as she hugged her mother.

 “You go­ing to let that girl go into Minotville at a time like this?” John growled.

 “Yes, John, I am,” said Mrs. White, look­ing at her old­est son.

 “Mother, that place is crawl­ing with col­lege boys, and they’re all on the make. And 
Sandy’s got a repu­ta­tion for be­ing a fast girl. I don’t know why she doesn’t go with her 
bud­dies Beth and Laura.”

 “She doesn’t want to go with them!” Penny snapped at her brother. And then, 
feel­ing the need to twist the knife, and put her brother in the wrong, she ad­ded, “She thinks 
they’re too fast, and she’d rather go with me.”

 “All right, you two!” said Mrs. White firmly. “John, I wish you wouldn’t be so 
pos­sess­ive and bossy with your sis­ter.”

 John sat at the table with a glass of milk, scowl­ing darkly. “I’m only con­sid­er­ing 
her wel­fare.”

 “Her wel­fare in­cludes the pro­cess of grow­ing up, John. I am well aware why you 
and Dan Baker go to Minotville,” Mrs. White said, someone sar­castic­ally.

 “Listen, Mother, I’m a man and al­most twenty years old. There’s a big dif­fer­ence 
between me and Penny, who’s still a kid.”

 “Hardly!” laughed Mrs. White, gaz­ing again at her daugh­ter’s bur­geon­ing 
fig­ure. Her daugh­ter was grow­ing up be­fore her very eyes. She stud­ied the keen face, 
which had lost all its baby fat that winter, and the long slender waist, which floated grace­fully 
from her full breasts. Her eyes res­ted on her slender haunches, with the full, strong but­tocks,
and her long grace­ful legs and arms.

 John was also star­ing. “Why don’t you but­ton up that blouse?” he snarled. He got 
up from the table, and put his glass in the sink, and went to the back door again.

 “John, where are you go­ing?” asked Mrs. White.

 “I’m go­ing to put out salt blocks in the north field,” he said, slam­ming the door.

 Penny, puzzled at how surly John had be­come with her turned to her mother, as 
she pre­pared to set the table. “Mother, is John suf­fer­ing grow­ing pains, too?”

 “I don’t know, dear. But he’s cer­tainly not the same boy he was a month ago.” Mrs. 
White shook her head and went on grat­ing the car­rots.

 “Do you sup­pose he’s still bothered by what happened between us?” asked Penny, 
look­ing for an­swers, and still deeply dis­turbed at the riff between her and her brother.

 “I sup­pose he is. Aren’t you?”

 “Yes, but I don’t see any way to heal it. He’s just so nasty and crit­ical all the tune, 
and I get mad all over again.”

 Mrs. White laughed. “You have a red-head’s tem­per, like, me and John.”

 “Well, I don’t see you get­ting mad with Daddy the way I get mad with John.”

 “You don’t get mad with Ed, either.”

 “That’s true,” said Penny, thought­fully.

 “Why is that, do you sup­pose?”

 “Be­cause they’re nice, rest­ful, slow-to-an­ger, gentle men. It helps one’s tem­per 
to know that the one you’re quar­rel­ing with it go­ing to listen without yelling back. That’s 
why I don’t quar­rel so much with your father.”

 “You’re right!” Penny ex­claimed. “That’s a good word for Daddy and Ed. They’re 
rest­ful.” After sup­per, Mrs. White called Sandy’s mother, and con­firmed the fact that Sandy 
did in­deed have her ap­proval to go see her cousin. Sandy called later to say that the 
week­end was all ar­ranged, and her cousin ap­proved. They would go to Minotville Fri­day 
night and be back on Sunday af­ter­noon.

 Again Penny was in a dither. Her pussy creamed con­stantly for the rest of the week.
There was still a lot of work to be done on the farm, and Penny’s par­ents coun­ted on her 
do­ing her fair share, which she did with a good will, since she en­joyed the work 
enorm­ously.

 The good ex­er­cise did much to dis­pel the gloom she had been fight­ing for 
sev­eral weeks, and her eager an­ti­cip­a­tion of the trip to Minotville, and its con­sequences 
also pleased her.

 Fri­day fi­nally ar­rived, and Sandy’s father came to pick her up with Sandy to take 
her to the train sta­tion. The trip was only an hour long, and they were sit­ting at Ly­dia’s 
kit­chen table eat­ing sup­per by seven o’clock. Ly­dia was go­ing to the local col­lege, and 
lived in a house with five other girls. Three of them had gone home for the spring va­ca­tion, 
and the other room­mate was, ac­cord­ing to Ly­dia, shack­ing up with her boy­friend at his 
hotel room in the cen­ter of town.

 Ly­dia provided Penny with a false stu­dent I.D., and care­fully pas­ted Penny’s 
pic­ture from her high school I.D. card on the space provided.

 “Now you’re all set. Do what you please, but be care­ful, both of you. I’m trust­ing 
Sandy to show you the ropes the same way I showed her. Just re­mem­ber, I’d like you home 
here by one in the morn­ing. I’m go­ing to a friend’s house for a party, and I’ll make it a point 
to be here. If you’re go­ing to be late, you have to call.”

 “Yes, ma’am,” laughed Penny. “You sound like my mother.”

 “Well, I’m not, toots, so get that idea out of your head. I’m too lib­eral to be a 
mother. But I don’t be­lieve in let­ting teen­agers in my care go to hell, either.” Penny and 
Sandy thanked her, and put on their best, sexy out­fits. While Ly­dia was get­ting ready for her
party, the two girls de­par­ted. It was a ten minute ride to the cen­ter of the town where all 
the bars were.

 “Let’s make a deal, Sandy,” Penny said, as they were wan­der­ing around, tak­ing in 
the sights. ‘If you find someone, you go your way, and I’ll go mine. I don’t want to be a drag. 
We’ll agree to meet some­where by twelve-thirty, is that all right?”

 “Sure, that’s all right with me, if you don’t mind cruis­ing alone.”

 “I really don’t. And I don’t want to spoil your fun. You know what my track re­cord 
has been.” Both girls laughed, and star­ted out with a large, noisy bar on a busy comer. The 
girls squeezed into a corner of the bar. Sandy wanted a dai­quiri, and Penny, used to li­quor in
reas­on­able quant­it­ies in her home, ordered a bour­bon and wa­ter.

 “How can you stand that stuff?” Sandy asked, as Penny presen­ted her I.D., and paid 
for the drink which was forth­com­ing.

 “I like it very much,” Penny said. “I like my father’s best bour­bon straight up. But I 
don’t think I have enough money to af­ford that here. I didn’t think the prices in bars were so 
high.”

 “Well, you’re right about that.” Sandy smiled. She wasn’t look­ing at Penny. “Don’t 
look now,” she whispered to Penny, “but there are two really nice-look­ing guys com­ing in 
this dir­ec­tion.

 Penny was feel­ing slightly scared, and very grown-up. She knew her mother and 
father would prob­ably have a fit if they knew she was cruis­ing for a stud in a bar, but she 
shrugged that off. She had to get rid of her vir­gin­ity, as soon as pos­sible.

 And she was get­ting nowhere with the boys back home. The two boys who came 
up to the hand­some girls were, as Sandy had said, nice look­ing, and very nice.

 Both were ag­ri­cul­tural sci­ence stu­dents from the local col­lege. They talked for 
awhile, and then one of them sug­ges­ted that they go dan­cing. While they were walk­ing 
down the street, Sandy and the boy she had paired up with were in earn­est con­ver­sa­tion. 
Sandy turned to Penny.

 “Umm, we’ve de­cided not to go dan­cing. I’ll meet you later, in front of the bar 
where we met?”

 Penny nod­ded. She got slightly more nervous without the moral sup­port of a 
sym­path­etic friend around, but she was de­term­ined to go through with the even­ing, and 
her date was very at­tract­ive to her, both phys­ic­ally and emo­tion­ally. Sandy and her date 
walked swiftly down the street, and turned a corner.

 Penny’s date laughed. “They’re go­ing back to his place, I bet.” Penny smiled up at 
him. Her throat was dry, and she was dy­ing for him to ask her to do the same thing. She 
would jump at the op­por­tun­ity. As a mat­ter of fact, she was prim­ing her­self to make the 
of­fer. She didn’t want to go dan­cing. She wanted to fuck.

 Her date squeezed her hand. Sud­denly, he looked down at her. “Do you really want
to go dan­cing?” he asked.

 “No,” said Penny. Her an­swer made her ears ring, and there was a slight grin on her
face when she said it.

 “Would you like to come back to my place?”

 “Yes,” said Penny, her heart trip­ping mer­rily in her breast. Fi­nally, it was go­ing to 
hap­pen. Far away from home, away from her brother, her pills taken reg­u­larly, and the little 
round pack in her pocket book. Fi­nally she was go­ing to get her cherry popped.

 “I live three blocks from here in a hotel. Let’s go.” They walked more quickly now, 
sure of their des­tin­a­tion When they got to the hotel, which was clean and com­fort­able 
and homey look­ing, her date turned to her. “Wait here on the porch till I get the key. It’s 
room twenty-four on the second floor. They don’t like vis­it­ors of the op­pos­ite sex .but we 
all do it. Just wait a few minutes, and walk up, O.K.?” Penny smiled at him. He leaned over, and
kissed her, his tongue snak­ing into her mouth wetly. Penny moaned against his mouth.

 “That was just a lick and a prom­ise,” the boy gasped, his breath­ing some­what 
labored from his own an­ti­cip­a­tion. Penny sat on the rail­ing of the porch. She de­cided to 
wait five minutes. An­other couple came up on the porch, and kissed. This time it was the girl 
who went in to get the key, leav­ing the guy pa­cing up and down. The two grinned at each 
other. The guy, look­ing through the glass door of the lobby, saw his date go­ing up the 
stairs, and walked in eagerly after her.

 Penny looked at her watch, and de­cided it was time, too. High time! She thought 
mer­rily to her­self as she star­ted to open the glass door.

 “What in hell are you do­ing here!” she heard a fa­mil­iar voice say. She swung, 
startled.

 “John!” she ex­claimed, dis­be­lief writ­ten all over her face. John came up the steps 
of the porch, two at a time, and grabbed her.

 “Oh, no you don’t! I know what you’re after, you little bitch!” Penny took a furi­ous 
swing at her brother. “You leave me alone, you son of a bitch. I’m sick of your liv­ing my life 
for me!” John grabbed Penny roughly by the arm down the stairs, and star­ted walk­ing away 
with her. Penny tried subtly, not will­ing to cre­ate a scene in the busy streets, to free her­self 
from her brother’s grasp, but it was iron-hard. He dragged her down an­other street to a 
hotel. He dragged her through the lobby, and into an el­ev­ator. They stopped at the 
el­ev­enth floor.

 Penny found her­self dragged down a long, nar­row hall, and then they had 
stopped in front of a door, which John opened with a key he took from his pocket. He 
lit­er­ally threw her into the room.

 He slammed the door, and locked it, and stood glower­ing at his red­headed sis­ter.
She looked pos­it­ively stun­ning in a thin, black jer­sey dress, which clung to her 
mag­ni­fi­cent curves, and with a think black fit­ted coat to go with it. She was wear­ing 
high-heeled black san­dals. The black con­tras­ted with her flam­ing red hair and her white 
skin would have been a dev­ast­at­ing ef­fect on any red-blooded man.

 To John, who had al­ways had the im­age of her as a little, freckled pig­tailed girl 
with braces on her teeth, the ef­fect al­most an­ni­hil­ated his reason, as he stared at her.

 “You are bound to get your­self in trouble, aren’t you!” he snarled an­grily. “You’ve 
been look­ing for it all winter.”

 Penny, furi­ous with her brother, stamped her small, pretty foot. “Yes,” she screamed
at him. “I have been look­ing for it!” She threw her­self on the bed, and star­ted to cry loudly. 
“I wanna get laid! I wanna get laid! I wanna get, laid!”

 “You’re too fuck­ing young!” John yelled, go­ing over to her, and stand­ing over her
heav­ing body. The jer­sey clung to ever supple curve of her torso. She looked up at him, her 
green eyes bright with tears, and flushed with a long-drawn-out pas­sion that seemed to find 
no out­let.

 As she gazed at him, she sucked her breath in shocked. Her brother had a ra­ging 
hard-on. If she were angry with him be­fore, she was doubly angry with him now. She rose up 
from the bed where she had thrown her­self, and looked him in the eye.

 “You hy­po­crite! Now I know why you didn’t want me to fuck any of the boys I 
went with!”

 “You’re too young!” her brother screamed, his eyes flash­ing fire.

 “No, I’m not! I’m not too young for you to have the hots for me!” Penny sneered, 
reach­ing over boldly and un­zip­ping his fly be­fore John even know where her hand was 
go­ing. He gasped, as Penny reached in, and pulled out his massive hard-on.

 She gasped when she saw it. She didn’t think a boy’s cock could be that big. It was 
eas­ily ten inches long, and in­cred­ibly thick. It throbbed power­fully in her white, soft hand. 
She looked at it fas­cin­ated. John’s breath­ing had be­come ragged, and he was trem­bling.

 Penny, des­per­ate to be fucked looked up at her brother. “If you want me, take me.
I want to be fucked!” she said, her voice low and husky. John still stood there, his fists 
clenched. Penny de­cided that her brother would be ideal for a first lover. He was hand­some, 
and his cock was the biggest she had ever seen. Her cunt was scream­ing to be reamed out, 
and her pussy juices flowed at the idea of be­ing de­flowered by her own brother.

 With one swift mo­tion, she pulled the simple jer­sey dress over her head. John 
watched, fas­cin­ated, as she pulled off her panty hose. When she re­leased her 
mag­ni­fi­cent jugs from her bra, John had had enough. He threw him­self on the bed, 
pin­ning Penny to the mat­tress.

 Penny moaned and reached down again to fondle John’s cock. John sucked wildly 
on her tits, his mouth suck­ing frantic­ally, on one nipple, and then go­ing to the other nipple 
to pucker it with his moist, de­li­cious mouth. Penny ran her free hand through his thick, red 
hair, as she pumped his cock to even more amaz­ing life. John groaned, and sat up. His rough,
strong hands pulled at the elastic waist­band of Penny’s black silk panties. She lif­ted her 
slender hips up, to help him pull them off.

 John stood up, and star­ing at her, his eyes rov­ing from her mag­ni­fi­cent boobs, 
to her red-furred muff, he tore off his own clothes, stand­ing be­fore her nude. Penny gasped 
at how beau­ti­ful his body was. It was lean and hard. His chest was full and deep, his belly 
flat, his waist nar­row.

 And his massive cock stood al­most straight up, at a sharp angle to his belly, 
grow­ing out of a forest of red pu­bic hair which was al­most the same as Penny’s, only 
thicker and more wiry. His cock was throb­bing, an angry-red color. She reached out and 
grabbed it again, run­ning her hand up and down its thick length.

 “Oh, John,” she whispered, her voice choked with an in­cred­ible lust that ‘was so 
in­tense it was akin to pain, “stick it in me. Take me. Fuck me! Please! I want it so bad!” She 
star­ted to cry, her body shak­ing like a leaf. John eased him­self down on the bed again, 
press­ing his weight into her, flat­ten­ing her soft tits against his power­ful chest.

 She could feel his pas­sion-hot breath blow­ing against her mouth as his mouth 
covered hers. Their tongues met wetly. Penny squirmed wildly, slither­ing her soft body un­der
the hard, big body of her old­est brother, feel­ing his cock throb­bing power­fully against his 
belly.

 “Now, John, now!” she pleaded against his mouth. “Fuck me, John, please.” Penny 
writhed furi­ously, al­most mad with de­sire, all traces of re­straint gone as her gor­geous 
body writhed furi­ously un­der John’s power­ful torso.

 John groaned, and reached down and placed his massive, hot cock head at the 
en­trance to his sis­ter’s gor­geous red muff. It was hot and wet. Penny didn’t wait for him to 
thrust. She arched her hips up, and groaned gut­tur­ally as she felt the massive cock head 
lodge tightly in her in­cred­ibly tight, vir­ginal pussy. It was gor­geous! It was everything that 
she had ex­pec­ted it to be, and more, and he had only star­ted.

 She whimpered with ec­stasy, as John star­ted to thrust into her, slowly. Each inch 
his cock traveled deeper into her cunt, cre­ated more in­tense pleas­ure for Penny. John 
gasped as he felt the thin bar­rier of her hy­men. He stopped push­ing and looked down at 
her.

 Penny was not about to let his qualms about vir­gin­ity stand in the way of her 
get­ting fucked, es­pe­cially by such a mag­ni­fi­cent stud as her brother. Again she humped 
her hips strongly into his teem­ing loins. She winced as she felt a slight sting, and then a warm
gush which she knew was blood.

 The bar­rier broken, and Penny’s cherry popped at last, John groaned, and thrust his
cock deeply into Penny’s cunt.

 · He worked his arms un­der her shoulders, and framed her face with his large, 
power­ful hands, and star­ted to kiss her pas­sion­ately, as he pulled his cock out to the tip, 
and then pushed it in again. He fucked her with slow, deep strokes, push­ing in to his balls 
which slapped heav­ily against Penny’s ass cheeks, and then pulled out to the tip, leav­ing a 
wake of fiery pin-pricks of pleas­ure be­hind him, as his power­ful, pulsat­ing prick mas­saged
Penny’s long­ing pussy.

 She felt stuffed and full. She also felt as if she were go­ing to go crazy with the 
pleas­ure that was build­ing in her. Her breasts were tingling mad­den­ingly, and her cunt felt 
as if it were on fire, and that .John’s cock rub­bing back and forth against her moist, warm 
suck­ing pussy walls was a firebrand that only ad­ded to the flames which were already 
de­vour­ing her.

 The two mag­ni­fi­cent red­heads struggled pas­sion­ately, hump­ing up into each 
other, match­ing each other stroke for stroke. Penny could feel her pussy walls suck­ing 
greed­ily on John’s massive cock. John’s tongue was fuck­ing her mouth in the same rhythm 
that he was fuck­ing her cunt. His hump­ing be­came vi­ol­ent, and his body was covered 
with a bright sheen of sweat, as his or­gasm ap­proached. Penny felt the first wave of his gism 
spew hotly into her eager cunt. She squealed, and threw her legs up in the air.

 Her long, lithe legs wrapped around John’s nar­row, hump­ing waist, open­ing her 
pussy wider to his thrust­ing, de­mand­ing dork. John was clutch­ing fiercely at his sis­ter, all 
his pent-up pas­sion for her show­ing in the ar­dor of his em­brace, the vi­ol­ent of his 
fuck­ing.

 And his sis­ter was giv­ing as good as she got. All her long­ing, all her pent-up lust 
found out­let in her pussy, stretched wide, opened to the world of wo­man­hood by her 
brother, and she writhed in total aban­don un­der her brother’s hard-driv­ing body.

 As her or­gasm built to a peak, the most power­ful one she had ever 
ex­per­i­enced, she star­ted to cry. Small little mew­ing sounds were is­su­ing from her 
pas­sion con­struc­ted throat. John watered her wo­man-meadow with his spew­ing cock, 
bring­ing to an end her parched arid vir­gin­ity, as his cock thrust in and out of her cunt.

 Her dizzy­ing as­cent to the Parnas­sus of lust wavered at an in­cred­ible peak, and 
she began slowly to roll down on the other side. There were plenty of plat­eaus where she 
res­ted, her body con­vulsed in de­li­cious de­li­rium, be­fore she landed, fi­nally, bur­ied 
un­der the power­ful, throb­bing fleshy moun­tain of her brother’s body.

 His in­cred­ibly power­ful cock was still tightly se­cured in her still-suck­ing snatch, 
pulsing against the walls of her de­li­ri­ous pussy. Hungry for more, she squeezed his massive 
shaft, feel­ing his prick lurch to new life in her cunt. He reached down and pulled her knees up
un­til they pressed into her fleshy, full tits. Then he reared over her like a pri­apic, in­sa­ti­able
god of furi­ous lust, his arms press­ing his body up­ward in a push-up stance, and he rammed
his cock into her again.

 He re­doubled his fury, and Penny wel­comed it, grind­ing her muff up heav­ily into 
John’s down-thrust­ing cock. He rocked for­ward on his arms every time he thrust into her, 
pin­ning her heav­ily into the mat­tress, the vi­ol­ence of his thrusts rock­ing her curled-up 
body back and forth. His shaft slid slickly over her clit­oris caus­ing it to be­come in­flamed 
with lust which sent showers of heated pleas­ure rip­pling through her belly.

 Her body was- a sod­den mass of fleshy aban­don­ment, as her brother reamed out
her hungry, wet, and will­ing wo­man­hood, each thrust bring more power­ful rays of hot 
pleas­ure pour­ing into her. He shot an­other load of thick, creamy man-cream deep into her 
belly. Her body was ri­ot­ous with lust. She screamed as she came, grip­ping John’s power­ful 
arms tightly, her nails rak­ing down the smooth flesh, leav­ing red welts be­hind. Her hips 
went wild in their heated an­imal wan­ton­ness, as John’s gism shot deeply into her belly, 
each thrust un­leash­ing an­other frothy load of li­quid lust, and each warm im­pact of his 
heavy, vis­cid scum shoot­ing more ex­plo­sions of pleas­ure through her young, ar­dent 
body.

 Penny kept com­ing, and John, long after he had shot his last wad, kept thrust­ing 
vi­ol­ently, pos­sess­ively into her hot, in­sa­ti­able wo­man-maw. Her cream poured 
co­pi­ously from her reamed-out fuck-hole, trick­ling down her ass cheeks, and pool­ing on 
the bed un­der­neath her hump­ing hips.

 She kept com­ing un­til John stopped fuck­ing her.

 “Noooo!” she pro­tested, arch­ing her in­sa­ti­able hips up onto his massive 
ram­rod, “more! More!”

 John was gasp­ing for breath, as he lowered him­self on her still-strug­gling, 
writh­ing body. She was thrash­ing all over the bed, wild in her sexual de­li­rium. John 
grabbed her un­der her shoulders, and pressed her tightly into his body, mash­ing her soft 
flesh heav­ily into his pulsing, hot male flesh. The strength of his em­brace seemed to calm 
her some­what. But fits and starts, her spasms eased out, un­til she was trem­bling and alive, 
and more greased than ever. Her cunt was still pour­ing cream in mad pro­fu­sion, and she 
could feel her cun­tal muscles rip­pling against John’s power­ful shaft.

 “What time do you have to be back at Sandy’s cousin’s house?” John asked, when 
he thought she was suf­fi­ciently ori­ented to real­ity to re­cog­nize what he was say­ing. She 
looked up into his face, and al­most drowned in his green, lust-bright eyes, which were 
gaz­ing at her, their lust un­abated. His cock still throbbed in her cunt, press­ing against the 
tight, wet walls of her twat. She squirmed on the fleshy nail that pinned her to her brother’s 
body, lux­uri­ously, want­ing more, much more, feel­ing as if the floodgates of a damn had 
been loosed in her and that she would drown in the power of her lust.

 John was caress­ing her, shush­ing her, run­ning his hand over her sweat-mat­ted 
red hair, talk­ing softly to her. She groaned, and bit his shoulder hard, leav­ing a red 
in­dent­a­tion in his flesh.

 He re­peated his ques­tion. “I don’t care!” squealed Penny, not sat­is­fied in the 
least.

 “What time!” he re­peated, shak­ing her roughly.

 “I have to meet Sandy in front of a bar at twelve-thirty.” John pulled his massive 
mauler out of her clutch­ing cunt slowly, re­luct­antly. Penny kicked her feet on the bed. “No, I
want more!”

 “Later. Get up and get dressed. It’s al­most twelve.” Re­luct­antly, Penny got 
dressed. Now she was sorry she had come to Minotville. She had to stay here till Sunday 
af­ter­noon. She couldn’t very well aban­don Sandy. But maybe there were other men who 
were equal to her brother. Un­less she could have a date with her brother to­mor­row night. 
No, that wouldn’t do, she thought, pulling up her panty hose. John was stand­ing over her, 
with her dress in his hand. She took it and covered her lus­cious curves. Her brother never 
took his dark green eyes off her.

 She em­braced him again, press­ing her cunt into his still hard groin. John grinned, 
and pushed her away. “No,” he said.

 They walked out of the hotel to­gether, and John took her to the bar. Sandy was 
nowhere in sight. She waited for Sandy un­til one o’clock, and then John, who stood with her 
the whole time, took her to Ly­dia’s house.

 She turned on the steps and looked down at her brother. “Are you go­ing to be 
here to­mor­row?”

 “No, to­mor­row we’re freshen­ing the cows up in the West Pas­ture. I’ll be home. 
I’ll see you Sunday.” He star­ted to walk away. Penny stood on the step watch­ing his tall, 
power­ful body, which moved with the ease and grace of a ti­ger, carry him out of sight.

 Dazed, and still cream­ing heav­ily, but feel­ing warm and ex­cited, she dashed up 
the stairs of the two-fam­ily house where Ly­dia lived, and rang the door­bell. “Ahh! Just on 
time!” Ly­dia smiled as she opened the door. Her smile faded when she saw only Penny.

 “I-I’m sorry, Ly­dia, I waited un­til one o’clock for Sandy but she didn’t show. I 
guessed I’d bet­ter get back here, and see what to do. We split up early in the even­ing, and 
agreed to meet at the bar.”

 “You did right. You’ve got good city sense. Get in here, and we’ll wait for her. She 
prob­ably got a little drunk, if I know her, and is a little un­der the weather.”

 Ly­dia poured a drink for her­self and Penny, and they waited. Ly­dia asked her if 
she had found any­one, and Penny, blush­ing, nod­ded.

 “Well, con­grat­u­la­tions. You have joined the world of the cop­u­lat­ors!” Penny 
grinned, sa­vor­ing the bour­bon Ly­dia had poured.

 “Well, was it like the Fourth of July and Mid­sum­mer County Fair and Senior Prom 
all wrapped up in one?” Ly­dia asked, laugh­ing at the gor­geous red­head.

 Penny shook her head.

 “No? Well, it will be bet­ter next time. First times aren’t all that great, usu­ally. I hope
you told the guy you were a vir­gin!” Penny shook her head again, no.

 “Well, what was it like then?”

 “The erup­tion of Mount Vesuvius, sort of,” Penny said, shiv­er­ing a little as she 
thought of her en­counter with her brother.

 Ly­dia raised her eye­brows. “Jeez! A reg­u­lar nymph­ette your first time around. I 
can’t ever say I’ve come like a vol­cano, and I’ve been fuck­ing reg­u­larly for three years!” 
Sandy sidled in, sheep­ish, about three in the morn­ing, and caught hell from Ly­dia.

 “Look, kid,” Ly­dia said. “I’m tak­ing your cruis­ing passes away for to­mor­row 
night.” Sandy raised hell, but no amount of ar­guing would con­vince Ly­dia to change her 
mind. Penny didn’t care any more. She wanted to get home to her brother’s cock.

 “Look, I can­not have it on my con­science if some­thing hap­pens to you. Three 
o’clock is too much lib­er­al­ity, and I may be loose as a goose, but I don’t have any screws 
miss­ing, even if they do rattle. You’re still a kid. When I give you a curfew, I mean it.”

 Chastened, Sandy and Penny resigned them­selves to a quiet Sat­urday night. They 
went to a bur­lesque house, how­ever, with Ly­dia a bossy du­enna, who kept an eagle eye on
them. Af­ter­wards, they went to a disco, for an hour’s worth of dan­cing. They got home at 
three in the morn­ing, thor­oughly ex­hausted, wak­ing up in time to have break­fast and 
catch the train back.

 Penny’s father met them at the sta­tion. “Well, honey, did you have a good time?” 
he asked, hug­ging her warmly as she ran into his arms.

 “Yeah, sort of. It was fun.”

 “What did you do?”

 Sandy snickered. “I got us in trouble!” she ex­claimed. “Wait till Mom hears this 
one!” Mr. White looked from his daugh­ter to Penny, who was glow­ing. Glossing over the 
sexual as­pects of the story, Sandy con­fessed how she had walked in late, and Ly­dia had put 
them un­der house ar­rest.

 Mr. White laughed. “It sounds as if you have a nice cousin, Sandy.”

 “She is, Dad,” laughed Penny. “Even if she wouldn’t let us out of her sight after that, 
she took us to a bur­lesque house Sat­urday night, and then we went dan­cing. But she didn’t 
take her eyes off us.” Mr. White looked at his glow­ing daugh­ter, and smiled. “The change did
you good, honey. You look as bright and perky as ever you did.” And Penny did feel bright 
and perky. She was a wo­man, now, knew what a boy’s cock felt like, and it was her own 
brother’s! She wondered what her father would say if he knew that. She skipped into the 
kit­chen, to say hello to her mother, who greeted her as if she had been gone for a month 
in­stead of two days. And then, it seemed like it had never happened, but Penny knew bet­ter,
as she helped her mother with sup­per. She could tell from the warm, eager feel­ing in her 
cunt that everything was fine. After she had set the table, she went up­stairs to change. 
Dress­ing up was fun, but Penny longed for her jeans again.

 When she came down to the table again, every­one was in their place. There was a 
strange look on her par­ents’ faces, as she went up to kiss her brother Ed hello. She looked at 
John, and without kiss­ing him, she said hello to him. Then she took her place at her mother’s 
right. There was a rose on her plate.

 “Oh!” She ex­claimed, pick­ing up the lovely creature. She knew it had to come from
town, and that someone had gone in to get it, spe­cially for her. She picked up the card that 
lay un­der the rose on her plate, and her mother took the plate to fill it. It said, “I’m sorry I hit 
you, John.”

 She got up and threw her­self into her brother’s arms, while every­one at the table 
laughed. The force of Penny’s im­pact, knocked John, Penny, and the chair over back­wards. 
She kissed John on his eyes, his mouth, his nose, she bit his ear, and pulled his hair, while the 
strug­gling John tried to push her away.

 “Your en­thu­si­asm more than makes up for your lack of fin­esse!” he roared, 
fi­nally strug­gling to his feet, red-faced. When Penny went to bed that night, she was a tired 
and a very happy little girl. She fell asleep, dream­ing of her wild, pas­sion­ate night with her 
brother.

 She was roused out of sleep by the joun­cing of the bed.

 “Wha...!” she star­ted to say, as she reared up out of the bed. John’s hand covered 
her mouth. “Shhh!” he said, pulling her down next to him. He was nude, and Penny could feel 
his massive hard on throb­bing against her thigh, as her older brother pressed her to his hard,
de­mand­ing body.

 John’s hands roughly pulled Penny’s night­gown over her head. They lay side by 
side, one of Penny’s legs thrown over John’s power­ful thigh. His huge fuck-rod slid back and 
forth against Penny’s wet and swollen pussy lips, as he kissed her. His cock teased her cunt 
mad­den­ingly. Penny felt her breath be­ing sucked from her body by the heat of her 
pas­sion, as John’s huge cock slid wetly back and forth between Penny’s pussy lips. Her hips 
humped softly, sen­su­ously against John’s tickly, wiry pu­bic hairs, as John caressed her 
breasts, knead­ing her nipples between his thumb and fore­finger, mak­ing them pucker to 
in­cred­ible, and de­li­cious hard­ness. “John,” she whispered, her voice quiv­er­ing, her body 
shak­ing. “I’m gonna come. Stick it in me.”

 “No. Come any­way,” John whispered back, stick­ing his tongue in her ear. “I told 
you you were too young. You need to learn some self-con­trol. You’ll kill a man one of these 
days.”

 “You’re go­ing to kill me,” Penny hissed, as John’s cock slid wetly back and forth, 
back and forth, the throb­bing, iron-hard shaft greased by Penny’s pour­ing pussy cream. ‘She
wriggled re­bel­li­ously in his arms, feel­ing the vol­cano of her lust rum­bling again, 
erupt­ing. She didn’t want to come without John’s cock in her, and she struggled. John 
gripped her tightly, pin­ning her arms to her back, press­ing her full boobs against his chest, 
bury­ing her mouth in his.

 She star­ted to whim­per, as she felt the fires build­ing in her young, ar­dent loins. 
She knew they were go­ing to go out of con­trol. “Don’t make a sound!” John whispered. 
“You’ll wake the whole house.”

 Again, he bur­ied her eager, wide-open mouth in his, thrust­ing his tongue deeply 
into her mouth, tick­ling the back of her throat. When he felt her or­gasm shiv­er­ing through
her, as his cock mas­saged her la­bia, he pressed his mouth tightly against here. Penny 
man­aged to hold back her cries of joy, as she felt the ec­stasy of or­gasm wind­ing through 
every vein in her body, turn­ing her blood to mol­ten lava. Her hips had ac­quired a life of 
their own, and she humped heav­ily, con­vuls­ively into John’s hairy groin. When her or­gasm 
was just about at its peak, John roughly flipped her onto her back, and thrust vi­ol­ently into 
her pulsat­ing, drip­ping cunt. The or­gasm which had peaked shot even higher, and stayed 
there, as John fucked her fe­ro­ciously, like a wild beast of prey, thrust­ing his massive 
fuck-ham­mer in and out of her, heat­ing the walls of her cunt with the fric­tion of his hard 
cock flesh against the soft warm, suck­ing mem­branes of her twat.

 Penny lost her breath in the middle of her pas­sion­ate par­oxysms, and then, with 
John still fuck­ing her wildly, his cock pis­ton­ing in and out of her teen­aged twat, her 
or­gasm reached an even more in­tense pitch, and the sear­ing, pier­cing ec­stasy ripped 
through her, and she passed out.

 All the time she thought she was un­con­scious, she felt as if she were com­ing. The 
alarm woke her up in the morn­ing. It was time to go back to school. She got up, squirm­ing 
on the side of the bed, as she felt her warm, wet cunt quiver in a sort of mini-or­gasm. She 
looked down at the bed. It was stained heav­ily with come cream, both hers and John’s. She 
smiled and pat­ted the spot. She was thank­ful that the laun­dry was her busi­ness. She 
wondered what her mother would say if she saw that stain!

 She got up, took a shower, made her bed, and went down to the kit­chen. The men 
were already out in the fields, and her mother was en­joy­ing her second cup of cof­fee. She 
brought out a plate for Penny, and placed it in front of her. Penny ate heart­ily, and then 
look­ing at the clock, kissed her mother good­bye and went to school.

 Sud­denly back among her old chums again, the old prob­lem gone forever, Pe­ony
began to have doubts about what had happened to her. She wondered what was wrong with 
her.

 There was some­thing freaky about do­ing it with your brother. And Penny began to
won­der, as she listened to the lurid tales of fuck­ing ses­sions in bales of hay and in the back 
seats of cars. Penny felt as if she were one of them, now, but she didn’t dare tell them about 
her brother. And she knew she should be dat­ing her own class­mates. But she didn’t even 
dare tell Sandy that it was her brother who had de­flowered her in Minotville.

 “Hi!” said Laura, com­ing up to Penny, who was pens­ively ex­amin­ing her his­tory 
book. “You have a good va­ca­tion?”

 Penny looked at Laura and blushed. “Yes, I did.”

 “What did you do?” asked Laura, who had just been re­gal­ing her friends with a 
splen­did story of suck­ing a boy off in the bal­cony of the town movie house, and how the 
boy tried not to make a noise, and had fallen off his seat, at just the right mo­ment in the 
movie, which was a hor­ror flick.

 Penny grinned, know­ing that Laura would un­der­stand the im­plic­a­tions. “I went 
to Minotville with Sandy,” she said.

 Laura giggled. “How many and were they nice?” she asked.

 “Just one, and he was su­per!”

 “Well, qual­ity al­ways did have pre­ced­ence in my book over quant­ity,” Laura 
sighed.

 As she looked around her home room, she no­ticed three new faces. One was a tall, 
dark boy, with Semitic fea­tures. He stood well over six feet, and ap­peared to be fully-grown 
since he didn’t have the gangly look that some of the other boys had. There was also a tall, 
Semitic-look­ing girl, who had to be his sis­ter, and a small, hand­some blonde boy whom all 
the girls ogled all through classes.

 At lunch­time, Sandy came up to Penny, who was sit­ting on the stone wall, in the 
early spring sun­shine, eat­ing a sand­wich. “Do you know who those two dark people are?”

 “No, but they look older than us.”

 “They are!” Sandy ex­claimed. “And they’ve got quite a story. Joe Bhaer from the 
next county told us. You know the old Tim­son farm?”

 “That huge place that’s been empty for years?”

 “Yeah. He was a queer old duck who dis­ap­peared for awhile, and then came back 
rich as Mi­das.”

 “Richer! He bought up all the land in the county!” Sandy said.

 Penny looked at her, puzzled. “But there are lots of farms in the county, and I 
thought people owned their land.”

 “Not there! They rent it, and the rental money goes into this in­cred­ible es­tate, 
which Tim­son set up.”

 “What does that have to do with those two for­eign-look­ing kids?”

 “They’re Tim­son’s son and daugh­ter, and guess what? So’s the little blonde boy!” 
Penny’s eyes grew wide. “But they look like they’re Ar­abic, and the other kid looks like us!”

 “Tim­son had two wives. As a mat­ter of fact, when Tim­son died, he still had two 
wives!” Sandy looked evilly at Penny.

 “I don’t un­der­stand!” she cried, dis­turbed, and be­wildered at the same time.

 Beth and Laura, with Jack and Billy Adams came run­ning over to them.

 “Have you heard about those new stu­dents!” Beth ex­claimed, breath­less. “I can’t 
be­lieve it! I thought this was a nice, nor­mal town, with nice nor­mal people in it!”

 Penny winced men­tally. Well, I don’t know why you think that, Penny said to 
her­self, gaz­ing at the breath­less Beth. I’m a freak, she thought to her­self. I fuck my brother 
and I like it!

 Penny heard a dozen dif­fer­ent ver­sion, each one more be­wil­der­ing than the 
last, about the Tim­son chil­dren, if in­deed they were Tim­son chil­dren. Dis­turbed by the 
strange at­ti­tude of her class­mates, who avoided the three of them, and who whispered 
con­stantly, each one telling a weirder tale, Penny de­term­ined to go home that even­ing, 
and ask her father about it.

 Penny had led a whole­some, ba­sic­ally sheltered life. She knew little aside from 
what she read in the his­tory books, about the twists and for­tunes of men in a great world 
that could be as evil as it could be good.

 But feel­ing the way she did about her strange new re­la­tion­ship with her brother, 
she iden­ti­fied with the three strangers, and sym­path­ized with them. And she needed the 
truth. Her good, hon­est father would give that to her.

 Be­fore she left to go home, she went up to the tall Semitic girl, smiled and said 
hello. The girl stood gravely look­ing at her. Penny offered her an apple, which the tall girl 
took, and held to her breast.

 Little Did Penny know what toils she would be­come in­volved in, be­cause of that 
in­no­cent, friendly ges­ture.





CHAPTER FIVE


“Tim­son was a strange man,” her father said that night, when they were all 
gathered around at din­ner, and Penny had put her ques­tion to him.

 “Nobody knows where he came from. Showed up about twenty years ago, a ragged 
old farmer. He worked for Old Man Brady at first. There was a lot of land around here then 
that wasn’t farmed, and Tim­son who never drank or smoked, or went to town like other 
hands did, saved his money and bought a par­cel of prop­erty in the next county.

 “It was all fal­low land, hadn’t been farmed in years, and it was poor. But Tim­son 
had some weird ideas. I use some of his meth­ods. They work. So his little par­cel of land paid 
off. Then he took out a small loan, and bought an­other par­cel and ren­ted it out, us­ing the 
in­come from the ren­ted land to bring in new crops and cattle.

 “And he kept on do­ing that, quietly, till he owned all the farm­land. The farms were 
do­ing good, so he began to buy up the houses around there, not for him­self. I guess he was
clever enough to want the in­vest­ment. After fif­teen years, he was a rich man, but nobody 
ever knew it, and lost of people didn’t even know he owned as much as he did.

 “You know rural coun­try like this, honey,” he said, sip­ping his cof­fee and smil­ing 
at his daugh­ter, “people come and go, mostly go. They want more ex­cit­ing things, like city 
liv­ing.”

 “I like where I am,” John said, spear­ing a piece of bread with his fork.” Mr. White 
smiled. “I’m blessed in my chil­dren,” he said. “You all like the farm, and it’s left to you all.” 
Even Penny wanted to go to ag­ri­cul­tural col­lege.

 “But, Daddy, what about Tim­son?”

 “Well, honey, as I said, nobody knew Tim­son was rich, or any­thing like that. A few 
of us, like me, and Brady, and Sam­son, who were as close to him as any­one ever got, knew 
he had to have money. Even if he didn’t have a cent in cash, the man had turned that whole 
county into a pros­per­ous farm coun­try. So he was worth a lot.

 “Like I said, we didn’t know where he came from. He was in middle life when he 
came here, a tall, lean man, who lived like a re­cluse on the ori­ginal farm he had bought, in 
that ram­shackle old house. Didn’t even have cent­ral heat­ing or elec­tri­city. Lived with oil 
lamps, and heated it with the fire­places. When he had been liv­ing on his farm for about a 
year, he got mar­ried. Went to Minotville one week­end, and came back with a wife. Don’t 
know any­thing about here, either. She died giv­ing birth to the little blond boy you saw. His 
name’s Andy.

 “Andy was farmed out to a wo­man in town, and Tim­son, as you know, burned up 
in that old house one night. He had a law­yer in town who col­lec­ted his rents, took care of 
his busi­ness af­fairs. He had all the pa­pers.

 “Jud Sam­son, and Brady and I went into town one day to see if there was any­thing
we could do. Your mother and I sort of had the idea that we might like to ad­opt the little boy.
We al­ways felt sorry for him, any­way. Ac­tu­ally,” Mr. White smiled, gaz­ing fondly at his 
wife, “it was your mother’s idea. She was preg­nant with you, honey, and pit­ied all ba­bies 
without good homes.”

 Penny’s mother laughed, and then shook her head.

 “Well, that law­yer said some strange things to us.”

 “Like what, Dad?” Ed said, ab­sorbed in the story.

 “Like, he told us not to touch the boy with a ten-foot pole, that as soon as cer­tain 
people in a for­eign coun­try reached the age of con­sent, there was go­ing to be all hell to 
pay. He apo­lo­gized for be­ing so strange about it, but felt that he had to keep Tim­son’s 
af­fairs to him­self, since he was his law­yer, and had his power of at­tor­ney.

 “Well, the law­yer’s wife died within a year, and then he mar­ried again. He mar­ried 
the wo­man who was keep­ing the Tim­son kid, and then hey ad­op­ted the kid leg­ally. I 
think you all know what happened. All I have to do is tell you that the law­yer’s name was Mel 
Win­ters.”

 Penny gasped.

 “The guy who killed his two wives. That was about ten years ago,” John ex­claimed, 
knit­ting his brows.

 “This story gets more and more com­plic­ated,” Penny ex­claimed, rest­ing her chin 
on her hands, her el­bows propped on the table. “How did he kill his wives?”

 “The first wife of Win­ters had re­l­at­ives in New Eng­land. After she was bur­ied, 
one of her sis­ters came out here, and went to the Dis­trict At­tor­ney’s of­fice in Minotville, 
with a funny let­ter her sis­ter had writ­ten just be­fore she died. No one knew how she had 
died. Just that she took real sick.

 “The sis­ter in­sisted that the body be ex­humed and an autopsy done. They did it 
quietly. No one knew any­thing about it, un­til the pa­per came out with the story that 
Win­ters had been ar­res­ted for the death of his wife. Turned out she had been poisoned.

 “But then, when they went out to his place--he lived on a small farm, just out­side 
town--to ques­tion his new wife, they couldn’t find hide nor hair of her. Just the boy, all by 
him­self. And the boy was strange. He couldn’t talk at all. They sent him to the next state to a 
home for dis­turbed chil­dren. The psy­chi­at­rists said he was trau­mat­ized, and might never
talk again, or be nor­mal.”

 “But this boy talks and he does well in his classes, Daddy,” Penny said, thor­oughly 
fas­cin­ated with the story. Little shivers of ex­cite­ment were run­ning up and down her 
spine. “Ex­cept,” she said thought­fully, paus­ing for a mo­ment, since she did have a sense 
that some­thing was dif­fer­ent about the child, “he doesn’t smile at all.”

 “Hmmm,” her father said, paus­ing in his story. “Well, what happened then?” asked 
Penny.

 “They never did find the second wife. Win­ters was con­victed of murder, and sent 
up for life. The Dis­trict At­tor­ney con­fis­cated his pa­pers. And that’s all.”

 “But what about Tim­son’s fab­ulous es­tate, and those kids who are sup­posed to 
be Tim­son’s kids, and how did Andy get to be nor­mal again?” asked Penny. Mr. White 
looked gravely at his daugh­ter.

 “I don’t know, honey. I don’t know how Tim­son’s es­tate is be­ing man­aged, and 
un­til you came home with that story about those kids, I never would have known about the 
other two kids. Who told you they were Tim­son’s kids?”

 “Why, just about every­body told me about them, and the two dark-look­ing ones 
do look for­eign, and they talk with a funny ac­cent.”

 Mr. White got up from the table. “I think I’m go­ing over to Sam­son’s place. Have a
talk with him. See what he knows.” He kissed his wife and daugh­ter good­bye, and left. Penny
and her broth­ers and mother sat around the kit­chen table, talk­ing some more about the 
strange, new ex­cite­ment in the small, quiet town. The two farm­hands went out to fin­ish up 
their chores.

 “Mom?” Penny fi­nally said, as she got up to help her mother do the dishes.

 “Yes, dear?”

 “Could I have a party here in a couple of weeks?”

 “Of course! You haven’t given a party in a long time. How many do you want?” 
Penny shrugged. “Let me ask the kids in school and see how many want to come, and what 
they want to do.”

 “I thought Sandy was go­ing to give a party. “ “She was, but we went to Minotville, 
in­stead. But she gives a lot of parties, so I said, why didn’t I give it this time, if you didn’t 
mind.” The dishes done, Penny’s chores fin­ished, and her home­work taken care of, she 
walked out into the balmy spring air. Her ima­gin­a­tion was fired up about Tim­son, the 
three chil­dren, and the two dead wives. She found John, sit­ting quietly on a small hil­lock 
over­look­ing the horse pas­ture. He seemed deep in thought. Penny sat down be­side him, 
lean­ing her shoulder against his.

 “Do you think we’re freaks, John?” she asked. John looked down at her gravely.

 “What for?”

 “Be­cause we are brother and sis­ter, and we’re lov­ers. That’s not nor­mal, is it?”

 “It’s frowned upon. But it’s not only nor­mal, it’s com­mon.” Penny looked up at 
him. Her in­sides felt like mush when she was near him. “How do you know that?”

 “Guys talk, prob­ably more than girls do. I know at least six men in this county 
who’ve had their sis­ters. Noth­ing much came of it, ex­cept that they seem to have a bet­ter 
re­la­tion­ship than other broth­ers and sis­ters.”

 “I feel freaky about it.” John turned to her, and took her in his arms. “Do you? Do 
you want us to stop?” His glow­ing green eyes were look­ing down at her warmly. 
Im­puls­ively, Penny reached for his crotch, and pressed her soft little palm against the hot 
bulge in his pants.

 “I want you now,” she whispered, trem­bling as she felt the fires of her lust build­ing
in her ri­ot­ous loins.

 “You can have me now,” John husked, reach­ing over and pulling down Penny’s 
jeans. Penny worked on re­mov­ing John’s jeans, un­til the two sib­ling lov­ers were nude. 
John fell on top of Penny, who arched her body up­ward into his power­ful male­ness, while 
John sucked on her nipples, go­ing from one to the other, as if he couldn’t get enough of the 
soft, sweet taste of her tit-flesh.

 John placed the his cock head at the wet and pulsat­ing en­trance to Penny’s eager 
cunt, and thrust home, deep into her wo­man­hood. Penny felt the fires rising, felt the balmy 
night air blow­ing over her nude body. Her eyes, swim­ming with tears of pas­sion, per­ceived
the star-stud­ded sky as rain­ing bright flashes of light down on their writh­ing bod­ies, as 
John slid his cock in and out of Penny’s cunt. Penny felt her cunt suck­ing on John’s cock as 
the pleas­ure grew in her hotly, con­sum­ing her whole body and wip­ing out all 
con­sid­er­a­tions and all real­ity ex­cept the hard-driv­ing fact of John’s cock thrust­ing hotly
in and out of her cunt. Each time he slammed into her, his wiry pu­bic hairs tickled her 
clit­oris, mak­ing it shiver de­li­ciously. Un­der the dim light of the stars, Penny’s body glowed,
her breasts, swollen with her de­sire jig­gling slightly with the un­du­lat­ing move­ment of her
body, as she writhed be­neath the cap­tiv­ity of be­ing nailed to her brother’s massive mauler.
Penny reached up and fondled his chest, as he drove in and out of her, his strokes be­com­ing
faster, harder as his own pas­sion grew. She felt the heat from her body per­meat­ing the 
palms of her hands, and trav­el­ing in slow gentle waves down her arms un­til her whole body
was suf­fused with his heat and his pas­sion.

 He fucked her deeply, slowly for a long time, the two of them lost in their own sense
of in­tim­acy. Penny sur­rendered to the bliss of be­ing fucked by her brother, feel­ing her 
hungry pussy filled to over­flow­ing with John’s fleshy prod, as he pis­toned in and out of her.

 And the more of his cock she got, the more she wanted. She bent her knees up, 
spread­ing her thighs wide, open­ing her swollen pussy lips to more of the de­li­cious 
tick­ling of John’s pu­bic hairs, as he humped into his sis­ter’s tight, slick cunt. And still it 
wasn’t enough. She threw her legs up, hook­ing her ankles on her brother’s power­ful, 
trem­bling shoulders, as the fric­tion of John’s cock raised her lust­ful heat to in­cred­ible 
heights.

 Her or­gasm took her breath away when it star­ted. It was low and deep, her pussy 
con­tract­ing wildly around the hard-driv­ing shaft which was plow­ing in and out of her 
cream­ing cunt. She felt as if her clit­oris were scream­ing with pleas­ure, as she writhed 
madly on John’s massive fuck-tool. Her body arched up las­ci­vi­ously onto his cock. Her ass 
muscles rippled as her hips swiveled furi­ously, driv­ing up onto John’s teem­ing loins with a 
fury that sur­passed any­thing she had known.

 John grunted, and Penny felt the first gush of his gism, as it poured into her cunt. 
Her cunt was slick and hot with the com­bined pas­sion juices of her cunt and her brother’s 
cock. John’s power­ful pecker seemed like greased light­ning as he fucked her furi­ously, each
thrust driv­ing a new load of scum into Penny’s cunt, which had gone mad with pas­sion. They
both came down from their mad flight slowly, John still ream­ing out Penny’s pas­sion­ate 
pussy, un­til, sweat­ing and breath­ing hard, they both stopped mo­ment­ar­ily from sheer 
ex­haus­tion and the need to fill their tor­tured lungs with air.

 They dressed them­selves, and sat to­gether, not will­ing to part com­pany, 
know­ing that their pas­sion for each other was far from spent. Penny had never dreamed that
sex could be like this.

 “How can I ever be nor­mal when I don’t think I’ll ever have lov­ing and fuck­ing like
yours?” Penny smiled.

 “You just have to keep try­ing till you find someone. I feel the same way about you.”

 “But I’m not even ex­per­i­enced, and you’ve had lots of wo­men.”

 “None like you,” her brother said. He looked at her, and kissed her gently. “I’ve 
al­ways loved you. From the time you were about ten, and you got your first bra, I al­ways got
a hard-on when I was in the same room with you. The reason I gave you such a hard time with
your boy­friends was that I was jeal­ous. I couldn’t stand the thought of your be­ing with 
someone else.”

 “Do you still feel that way?” Penny asked, still dis­turbed by the re­la­tion­ship.

 “I’ll al­ways want you. But I had you first. I ex­pect you’ll find an­other man. I’d like 
you to. But your my sis­ter, and we have a bond that most hu­mans don’t have, not even 
hus­bands and wives.”

 “I won­der how much of the pas­sion is the feel­ing of law­less­ness I get from it?” 
John laughed. “Prob­ably a lot. But I don’t know. As I said, if you don’t watch out, you’ll kill a 
man some day.” The two of them walked slowly back to the house. “John, what do you know 
about the Tim­son story? Do you re­mem­ber it?”

 “No,” John said, frown­ing. “Just a sense that there were dark do­ings at Tim­son’s.”

 “I won­der if Tim­son him­self was murdered by his law­yer,” Penny said 
thought­fully.

 John looked at her, startled by the thought. Then he shrugged his shoulders. “I 
wouldn’t have thought it, but it’s a pos­sib­il­ity, since the law­yer was so un­scru­pu­lous.”

 “John, I think I’ll in­vite those kids to my party.”

 “You’d bet­ter watch out. Kids in small towns have a way of re­gard­ing people who 
are odd or mys­ter­i­ous, as freaks. You may find that the code of be­ha­vior is not to 
so­cial­ize with them at all.”

 “Oh, John!” Penny ex­claimed, look­ing at her brother with dis­tress, “if they’ve had 
the kind of hard life that we as­sume they had, that would be aw­ful!”

 “But it’s true, nev­er­the­less,” John said. “I’m not say­ing you should do that. We’re 
lucky be­cause Mom and Dad aren’t su­per­sti­tious, and don’t fill our heads with a lot of 
non­sense, but most of the kids around here don’t have our back­ground. But if you be­friend
them and go against the rest of the people, you’ll have a few con­sequences to suf­fer 
your­self.”

 “I don’t think I’m afraid of that,” Penny said, blink­ing, as her father’s re­turn­ing car 
drove into the drive­way, the head­lights shin­ing in her eyes.

 Mr. White, watch­ing his old­est and his young­est, smiled. They seemed to be 
get­ting along fine, and that in­cid­ent ap­peared to be for­got­ten. He got out of the car, as 
the red­heads came up to greet him.

 “That’s a pretty sight,” he smiled, kiss­ing his daugh­ter, and put­ting his hand 
af­fec­tion­ately on his son’s shoulder.

 “What did you find out?” asked Penny.

 “Come in and have a drink with your father,” said Mr. White, knit­ting his brows.

 The fam­ily sat in the liv­ing room. Ed had made a fire in the fire­place, as the soft 
spring night was turn­ing nippy. They sat around, sip­ping their drinks.

 “I think we might be in for a bit of trouble,” said Mr. White, look­ing at his fam­ily 
gravely.

 “What kind, Joe?” asked Mrs. White.

 “The same kind we had with that kid ten years ago.” Mr. White was grim. Ed who 
was pok­ing the fire turned swiftly, his eyes widen­ing in shock.

 “That kid they hanged one night be­cause they thought he was a war­lock?”

 “Yup,” said Mr. White.

 “But, Dad!” Penny ex­claimed, “that was ten years ago!”

 “I told you, Penny,” John ex­plained again; “small towns aren’t like big cit­ies. There 
the odd ones can cluster to­gether with other odd ones, and no one minds. Rural people think
dif­fer­ently. They’re nar­row and they’re pos­sess­ive of their own people and their own 
life­style. They don’t want strange­ness.”

 “Is that what you were talk­ing about when I came up?” Mr. White said, nod­ding at 
his son, John’s very ac­cur­ate ap­praisal.

 “Penny is talk­ing about in­vit­ing the Tim­son chil­dren to her party.”

 “I think that’s a very kind thought, Penny,” her mother said.

 “Well, the kids do treat them as if they were freaks. I thought it would be a good 
way to break the ice. John says I may have to suf­fer con­sequences.”

 “It’s pos­sible,” Mr. White said thought­fully. “But then again,” he mur­mured, after a
pause, “it may be just the thing. If the kids take the Tim­sons to their hearts, maybe the adults 
won’t be so feisty.”

 “What happened at Sam­son’s, Dad?” asked Ed.

 “There was a del­eg­a­tion of farm­ers there. They think the boy, Andy, is 
dan­ger­ous, and they’re wor­ried about their daugh­ters.

 Penny laughed up­roari­ously, and then clapped her hands to her mouth and 
blushed. Her father looked at her gravely for a mo­ment, raised his eye­brows, and then 
grinned.

 “You needn’t blush, young lady,” he said, try­ing to sup­press his grin. “I’m an old 
farm boy from way back, and I know what goes on around here. Caught two young­sters, very
well known to this fam­ily, in my own bam!

 “But fath­ers and moth­ers will be par­ents all the same. All we need is one nasty 
in­cid­ent.”

 “Also,” Mr. White sighed, “there’s the prob­lem of those two for­eign-look­ing 
people.

 Sam­son doesn’t know too much, and he wound up hav­ing a cuff­ing ses­sion with
his old­est, who was all for think­ing the same way as the old men who came to en­list 
Sam­son, and me, by the way, to drive the three of them off the land.”

 “Jack’s a good stud, I’ve been told,” Penny said, “but he doesn’t have any­thing 
much between the ears.”

 “Penny White!” her mother mur­mured, look­ing at her keenly.

 “Well, it’s true, Mom!”

 “Am I to in­fer, be­cause you went out with him, that you know first hand?” John 
grinned. Penny blushed, know­ing that he knew bet­ter.

 “You are to in­fer noth­ing of the sort!” she said archly. Then she giggled. “Be­cause 
it’s just not true.”

 “Well, I’m glad of that!” her father ex­claimed. “I should hope you’d pick bet­ter than
him. And maybe be­fore you pick at all, you should talk to your mother.”

 “Yes, Daddy,” Penny said meekly.

 “Dad, are you say­ing that the farm­ers want these Tim­son kids out of the county?” 
asked Ed.

 “That’s right. By the way, Sam­son called Brady when Jack came home full of the 
kids, and Brady, whose brother-in-law works in the pro­bate court, got the low-down, all off 
the re­cord, you un­der­stand. The kids are Tim­son’s kids. He spent ten years in the For­eign 
Le­gion, when it still ex­is­ted, and mar­ried an Arab wo­man, leg­ally. He had two kids by her.
Ap­par­ently, Tim­son wasn’t the guy’s real name: He was a French­man who got into trouble 
with the law.”

 “You mean he aban­doned his chil­dren!” Penny ex­claimed.

 “Nope, ap­par­ently he left the Le­gion and came to Amer­ica to find a place for 
them, where he could start a new life. Left them with the girl’s fam­ily. The girl died, and their 
grand­mother brought them up. They went to good Eng­lish schools, so they are edu­cated. 
And he men­tions them spe­cific­ally in his will.”

 “But Dad!” Penny ex­claimed. “Then it’s true he did have two wives!”

 “That’s what we don’t know yet. We don’t know if he had heard that his wife died 
and mar­ried again, or what. Dis­trict At­tor­ney’s of­fice has been look­ing for those kids for 
ten years. Fi­nally found them. They are pos­sibly his legal heirs. But they’re still look­ing for 
some pa­pers over­seas to clinch the case.”





CHAPTER SIX


Penny was ex­cited, when she went to the locker room the fol­low­ing morn­ing. 
She perked up when she saw Sandy and Beth and Laura sit­ting on the bench, talk­ing.

 “Want to come to my house for a party?” she asked. The three girls brightened up, 
and the ball was rolling. By the end of the day, she had four­teen boys and girls who had said 
yes. At lunch time, she had gone up to the for­eign-look­ing girl, who was sit­ting alone with 
her brother and her half-brother on a fence. Penny’s father had been right. The code, al­most 
un­spoken among the chil­dren, was to ig­nore them, and isol­ate them.

 “My name’s Penny,” she smiled, hold­ing out her hand to the dark haired dark-eyed 
beauty. “What’s yours?”

 Three of Penny’s class­mates, see­ing her with the girl as they passed to the ten­nis 
courts, giggled. Penny turned, startled at the rude­ness of them.

 “My name is Soraya,” the girl said, look­ing gravely at Penny.

 “What’s your brother’s name?”

 “This,” said the queenly Soraya, “is Mustapha, and this is Andy.” Penny held out her 
hand to the two sur­prised boys, and smiled. “I’m hav­ing a party next Fri­day night. I would 
very much like you to come.” The three chil­dren looked at her, gravely, and then at each 
other.

 “Per­haps you will not like us to come,” Mustapha said in a deep voice. “We are 
strangers, and your people do not seem to take kindly to them. You may be­come... a stranger
your­self,” the boy said, after strug­gling to find a word.

 “I want you to come, and I spoke to my par­ents,” Penny said, won­der­ing why a 
nine­teen-year-old boy and a six­teen-year-old girl would be in her class, when her father said
they went to Eng­lish schools. “My par­ents would be pleased if you came, too.”

 There was a pause while the three young people con­sidered the pro­posal. Soraya 
spoke first. “I think we would like to come, Penny.” She looked at the two boys in a man­ner 
which in­dic­ated that it was de­cided. The two boys nod­ded.

 “Good!” Penny ex­claimed “Then I shall see you.” When they were on the school bus
go­ing home, Jack came up to Penny. “Say, I heard that you ac­tu­ally talked to the weirdos!” 
he laughed. There was laughter on the bus, as people turned around to take part in the 
ex­cit­ing joke.

 “The only weirdo I see on this bus,” said Penny, firmly, “Is a guy named Jack Sam­son
who won’t take his stud­ies ser­i­ously, and ex­pects to get by on looks alone!”

 Jack, taken aback, looked at her for a mo­ment. “I mean those Tim­son kids.”

 “The Tim­son kids are not weirdos,” said Penny. “And you’re be­ing stu­pid and 
mean.” The rest of the chil­dren, es­pe­cially those in­vited to Penny’s party, sensed that they 
had hit the wrong chord, and sub­sided in their seats. Penny and Sandy were the most 
pop­u­lar girls in the school, and they gave the best parties. Jack, without moral sup­port, 
re­turned to his seat, fum­ing at the smart he had re­ceived from Penny’s sharp tongue. And 
in his ag­grieved mind, he did not blame his own in­ju­di­cious re­marks, nor Penny’s tongue. 
The scape­goats were the Tim­son chil­dren. They were the trouble­makers.

 Un­for­tu­nately, since people, like wa­ter, seek their own level, Jack had plenty of 
re­cept­ive ears to hear him sym­path­et­ic­ally. He also de­cided, the next time he had the 
chance, that he would not be quite so del­ic­ate about Penny’s vir­gin­ity. He was furi­ous! 
That night, Penny presen­ted her list to her mother. “That’s eight­een, in­clud­ing your­self. A 
nice crowd.”

 “Yeah, Mom. But I did some­thing, and I’m not sure if it’s right.”

 “Well, come and tell me about it, then,” said her mother, sit­ting at the table, and 
pat­ting the chair next to hers.

 “Oh, it’s not all that ser­i­ous!” Penny laughed. “I in­vited the three Tim­sons, but I 
didn’t tell the other kids I did it. I figured if it were a sur­prise, they couldn’t ob­ject. The worst 
they can do is walk out in a bunch, and I don’t think they’ll do that.”

 Mrs. White raised her eye­brows. “Hmmm, it might be a good idea. Let’s ask your 
father to­night what he thinks.”

 Mr. White thought it wasn’t a good idea. “I think you should tell the chil­dren. Don’t 
broad­cast it from the rooftops, but in­clude them when your friends ask you who’s com­ing. 
Don’t for­get, you may be put­ting your friends on the spot, but you’re also put­ting the 
Tim­sons on the spot, and I don’t think you want to do that.”

 “I hadn’t thought of it,” Penny said. But I’ll do it. That even­ing, Mr. And Mrs. White 
went to a bridge party. Ed had a date with Inga. Penny was very glad. Her cunt ached for her 
brother, and they would have time to really make love.

 As soon as the dishes had been washed and dried, and the kit­chen cleaned up, 
Penny walked up the stairs to her brother’s room. She knocked on the door.

 “Come in!” her brother called. She walked in. He was ly­ing on the bed, nude, his 
massive cock, angry-red stick­ing lewdly up from his red­dish pu­bic hair. Penny never ceased 
to be amazed at the size of it. It seemed big­ger every time she looked at it.

 For all her qualms about mak­ing it with her brother, she had to have him. It was 
like a hun­ger that was never filled, a thirst that was never quenched. Al­most dream­ily, she 
locked the door, and shucked her clothes. She was glor­i­ously nude be­fore she even got to 
the bed. Her brother watched her ap­pre­ci­at­ively, her long, rap­idly-de­vel­op­ing torso, 
her mag­ni­fi­cent jugs which bounced slightly with her lilt­ing walk.

 She smiled at her brother, who reached up to fondle her tits. She straddled his hips, 
and without wait­ing, so fierce was her de­sire, she placed John’s massive cock at the 
en­trance to her eager twat, and slowly, gasp­ing with in­tense pleas­ure, she slid down over 
it, un­til she felt his hairy groin press­ing into her ass cheeks.

 She felt his cock throb­bing against the sides of her pussy, which his huge fuck 
ham­mer had stretched in­cred­ibly. She felt the heat from his cock flow­ing through her. 
Bra­cing her hands on his chest, en­joy­ing the feel­ing of his nipples puck­er­ing be­neath 
her sweaty palms, she rose off the cock, un­til only the head of it was still lodged in her 
suck­ing snatch. Feel­ing his cock pulling out of her cunt was like feel­ing that she was los­ing
some of her most vi­tal or­gans. She thrust her hips down­ward, feel­ing the cock slide hotly 
up into her cunt again.

 Penny felt like an aban­doned, wan­ton wo­man, as she rose and fell on her 
brother’s eager cock, feel­ing its girth stretch­ing the walls of her pussy wide, feel­ing the hot 
thrust­ing of his man flesh ripple through her slender, young body de­li­ciously. She ground 
her hips around and around on his cock, her ass muscles rip­pling with the rise and fall of her 
twat on John’s power­ful prick. She never had enough of his fleshy prod, and each time she 
fucked with him, she wanted more, and her de­sire grew stronger.

 She threw her head back, and groaned. John was ex­plor­ing every inch of her body.
He ran his ringers care­fully over every inch of her tit-flesh, teas­ing her nipples un­til Penny 
thought she would go mad.

 Then his fin­gers ex­plored her cunt, as it slammed down wetly onto the base of his 
cock. She felt his fin­gers teas­ing her wet cunt lips, send­ing fierce shivers of pleas­ure 
rip­pling through her hump­ing body. John’s hands kneaded her ass cheeks, as he cupped her
de­li­cious buns, and then ran his hand up her sides, to cup her breasts again.

 He had a farm­ers hands, big and rough, but his touch was soft, gentle, and he was 
driv­ing Penny into a de­li­rium of sen­sual joy. She star­ted hump­ing faster on John’s 
massive dork, squeez­ing her cun­tal muscles against the thick, throb­bing shaft as she pulled 
up­ward, and re­lax­ing so that his ride deep into her wo­man­hood was slick. Her pussy 
juices lub­ric­ated the cock, mak­ing it slick, and soft-feel­ing for all its hard­ness, and Penny 
could feel her head whirl­ing, as her or­gasm built.

 Her cunt clutched John’s cock madly, as the first spasm rippled through her. Her 
body turned taut, and her hips went out of con­trol as she pumped up and down on John’s 
cock, squeal­ing with her pleas­ure. John gripped her around her waist, and star­ted 
hump­ing up­ward.

 Through half-closed eyes, Penny watched her brother’s face be­come a mask of 
pas­sion, as her cunt sucked the gism out of him greed­ily. She ground her ass cheeks into his
hairy groin, sa­vor­ing the feel­ing of his con­vulsing balls, as they spewed their pre­cious 
li­quid man­hood up into Penny’s thirsty twat.

 She felt the power of John’s cock as he thrust up into her, twist­ing his hips, 
grind­ing into her, as he strove to bury his cock, balls and all, up into her gen­er­ous little 
twat. Her breath­ing be­came labored, as the fire of her cli­max spilled through her, her body 
trembled vi­ol­ently, as her or­gasm reached a pitch of in­tens­ity that forced cries of pas­sion
from her throat.

 John cried out, too, as he spewed his last wad of scum into Penny’s pussy. Penny sat,
rid­ing John’s cock like a buck­ing bronco, as she came down from float­ing on the cloud of 
ec­stasy, un­til fi­nally, she re­laxed. John pulled her body down on top of his, keep­ing her 
pin­ioned to him with his cock, which seemed never to lose its erec­tion.

 Penny had never seen her brother’s cock be­fore the night she found him with 
Anna-May, but she had never seen his cock in a soft state. She bit his neck af­fec­tion­ately, 
and he grunted, squeez­ing her tighter. Penny rubbed her breasts against John’s massive 
chest, and savored the warm, hard feel of his belly, heav­ing with his heavy breath­ing.

 “I never get enough of you, John,” she said, bit­ing his ear­lobe.

 John laughed husk­ily. “I feel the same way,” he said, swiv­el­ing his hips sen­su­ally 
into his sis­ter’s muff. Their pussy hairs were mat­ted to­gether from their pas­sion juices. 
Penny squeezed her cun­tal muscles against John’s throb­bing shaft, and wriggled around on 
it. She felt the fierce­ness rise in her again, felt the pussy juices flow­ing. John’s cock 
re­spon­ded to the in­creased heat of her cunt, and swelled.

 He rolled over, press­ing Penny into the mat­tress, and bra­cing him­self on his 
hands, he began to thrust in and out of her again. Penny saw the pier­cing in­tens­ity of her 
own de­sire re­flec­ted in her brother’s eyes. His face was a dis­tor­ted mask of lust gone 
mad, as he plowed in and out of her cunt furi­ously, bru­tally slam­ming into Penny’s wild, 
swollen pussy lips, driv­ing his cock deeply into her cunt.

 Penny arched her hips up, want­ing to suck all of John’s cock, all of John, into her 
in­sa­ti­able snatch. The brother and sis­ter struggled madly with each other in their pas­sion, 
their gen­it­als lewdly and wetly joined as they fucked furi­ously. Penny reached or­gasm 
al­most in­stantly, and stayed there, her cunt con­tract­ing vi­ol­ently, al­most pain­fully 
around John’s hard-driv­ing cock as it thrust in and out of Penny’s pussy, the harsh ab­ra­sion 
of his iron-hard prick, heat­ing the walls of her pussy to peaks of pleas­ure she had never 
known. And every time it seemed to be bet­ter and bet­ter, the lust stronger, the pleas­ure 
sweeter and more in­tense!

 The or­gasm eased out slowly, with little mini-or­gasms which re­minded her of the 
enorm­ity of the pleas­ure she had just ex­per­i­enced. John spewed massive amounts of 
come into Penny’s twat, and still kept on fuck­ing, si­lently, al­most des­per­ately, press­ing 
her soft young body into his, as if his pas­sion fed and grew on his sat­is­fac­tion of it.

 His huge hot pecker plowed in and out of Penny’s pussy wetly, al­most harshly, his 
strokes long and power­ful. Each thrust brought Penny back up to the heights of ec­stasy 
again, and soon she was writh­ing and thrash­ing on John’s body, her throat emit­ting 
high-pitched cries, her legs and arms clutch­ing him, flail­ing on the bed. John held her tightly
and kept on fuck­ing her, and he wouldn’t stop. He mer­ci­lessly fucked her un­til he came 
again, his juices flow­ing wetly, softly into her wild wo­man­hood. Penny moaned at the 
feel­ing of wet warmth which seeped through the very mar­row of her bones, un­til she felt as
if she were made of rub­ber, form­less, a gap­ing cunt. The two sib­ling lov­ers rolled and 
writhed over the bed in the par­oxysms of their law­less pas­sion, their limbs twis­ted, their 
bod­ies pressed wetly to­gether.

 John’s massive fuck-ham­mer nailed his sis­ter’s body to him, throb­bing hard 
against her pulsat­ing pussy, driv­ing in and out in­defatig­ably, with a lust­ful driv­ing power 
that seemed lim­it­less.

 Through their lust soaked brains, how­ever, a warn­ing bell was go­ing off. John 
grunted, and stopped fuck­ing his sis­ter, and both lay, pressed wetly to­gether, listen­ing. 
Penny looked up at her brother, at his keen eyes, his alert, well-shaped head perked at a 
listen­ing angle.

 The door­bell rang. Brother and sis­ter gazed at each other, and John pulled 
roughly out of Penny, leav­ing a wake of rip­pling pleas­ure with the mo­tion, and then a 
feel­ing of empti­ness. They both dressed quickly, and John swung the door open, and ran 
swiftly down the stairs, as the door­bell rang again.

 Penny went to her room, to calm down, and cool off her flushed face. Then she, too, 
ran down the stairs. There were six of John’s and Ed’s friends in the front hall. As Penny walked
down the stairs, she no­ticed that all of them were grim-faced, in­clud­ing John.

 “I don’t want to hear any more about it, and if you’re smart, you’ll go home and 
think about it,” she heard John’s voice ring out.

 One of the men, with whom John had gone to col­lege, poin­ted up at Penny. 
“Would you like to see that little girl in that freak-boy’s clutches, or maybe you’d like her to 
marry that Ay-rab!”

 John looked up at his sis­ter, and then back at his ir­ate com­pan­ions. “My sis­ter 
will do as she pleases, when she’s of age, and I don’t think she’ll go wrong,” John said. A car 
pulled up in the drive­way. Penny looked and saw her father’s sta­tion wagon.

 The bell had rung just in time, she thought. John and she had ob­vi­ously lost track 
of time. She saw her mother get out of the car, saw her father come around, and put his hands
on her shoulders, in­dic­at­ing that she should stay where she was.

 He walked up the steps and into the angry crowd. “What’s go­ing on?” he 
de­man­ded, sternly.

 The boys all star­ted talk­ing at once, and Penny got the pic­ture.

 “... go up and give them a hard time... “ “... Drive those demons out of the county!”

 “Ain’t proper for a mad­man to be run­ning loose in our neigh­bor­hood!” Mr. 
White raised his hands sternly. “I will hear no more of that evil in this house!”

 “Evil!” shouted one boy. “We got those freaks in our neigh­bor­hood, and it looks 
like they’re here to stay.”

 “Own the whole county in­clud­ing the homes we live in...!” bel­lowed an­other 
ir­ate young man.

 “And you can thank the Tim­son es­tate that you have homes!” yelled Mr. White. 
Penny was awed. She had never heard her father so angry.

 “Do you re­mem­ber that boy who was hanged ten years ago?”

 “That warn’t the same thing!” spat one tow-haired young man.

 “Oh, yes it was. You will be as mis­taken now as you were then. And if any­thing 
hap­pens... any­thing at all, to those Tim­sons, you will pay by swinging from the end of a 
rope yourselves, if I per­son­ally have to see to it!”

 One of John’s drink­ing chums spoke up. “What’s got into you, John. I thought you 
were a nice, nor­mal sort.”

 “I am,” said John, his hands in his pock­ets. He was rock­ing back and forth on his 
feet. “So nice and nor­mal that I have no in­ten­tion of mur­der­ing someone, or des­troy­ing 
someone else’s prop­erty, or even lift­ing my hand to hurt my fel­low creatures,” he said 
quietly.

 The boys did not dare con­front John fur­ther. John was a leader, a fine boxer, and 
an ex­pert shot. He had al­ways been pop­u­lar. Mr. White was a pros­per­ous and 
much-loved farmer, who had served two terms as an al­der­man on the city coun­cil. He 
car­ried a lot of weight. The com­bined force of both men’s op­pos­i­tion was more than any 
of the over­wrought boys cared to fight. They left, their full head of steam some­what 
dis­sip­ated. Mr. White went out, pro­tect­ive and pat­ri­archal, to es­cort his wife into the 
house, as the sound of en­gines roar­ing and car doors slam­ming signaled the de­par­ture of
the mob.

 The phone rang. “Oh, hello, Mr. Sam­son,” said Penny. “Yes, he’s right here.” Penny 
held the phone out to her father, who took it.

 “Hi, Sam, yes, mmm! All right. Be right there!” Mr. White hung up the phone and 
turned to John. “Go get your rifle, son. Meg, you and Penny lock the doors, and stay in­side. 
Don’t let any­one in un­til we get back. Any­one!”

 The men went to the locked closet where their rifles were stored, pulled two out, 
and loaded them. The wo­men said noth­ing, but looked on, pale-faced. Mr. White kissed his 
wife and daugh­ter, smil­ing warmly at them. He put a re­volver which he had taken out of the
closet into his wife’s hand. “Just in case, honey. You know how to use it.”

 She smiled at him, and checked the gun, ex­pertly, and put it on the front hall table. 
After the men had left, they went out to the kit­chen. They heard John call­ing to the 
farm­hands, who came run­ning, and the car was heard roar­ing away. The house seemed 
aw­fully still and empty.

 “Want a coke?” Mrs. White asked her daugh­ter. Penny nod­ded.

 “To­mor­row, I think I should take you out to the north field barn, and start 
teach­ing you how to shoot,” said Mrs. White. “You’re old enough now.”

 “I’d like that,” Penny said softly. Mrs. White came over, and ran her fin­gers through 
her daugh­ter’s flam­ing red hair, and kissed her on the cheek.

 “Mrs. Sam­son told me that you pulled Jack up short on the school bus today. I’m 
very proud of you.” Mrs. White grinned. “Mrs. Sam­son is of the same mind as you, on the 
sub­ject of Jack’s tal­ents.” Her mother laughed, and Penny grinned.

 An hour later, John, Ed, and their father walked into the house, grin­ning.

 “Everything’s O.K.,” Ed said. ‘The state po­lice got there in time. Knocked a few 
heads in. No dam­age but a couple of broken win­dows to the old farm­house.”

 “How did you get into this?” Mrs. White asked Ed.

 “I was the one who car­ried the news to Mr. Sam­son. I was closer to their farm than
here,” Ed said.

 “How did you find out about it?” asked Penny. Ed looked at her with a wry kind of 
look in his face.

 “Well, son?” asked Mr. White.

 “Ahh, I was up at Sol Win­throps old barn, the one near the tim­ber­line, and the 
first batch of those dev­ils came up in a car. They had de­cided to meet there, and try to get 
all the guys in the neigh­bor­hood to go over and rough up the Tim­sons. I over­heard them, 
and high­tailed it out of there... “

 “What were you do­ing in Sol Win­throp’s barn?” asked Penny, teas­ingly. After 
wit­ness­ing her brother’s per­form­ance in their own barn, she knew damned well what he 
was do­ing, since he was with Inga. Ed took the bull by the horns.

 “You know damned well what I was do­ing in Sol Win­throp’s barn!” he husked, 
lean­ing over Penny, star­ing bale­fully into her twink­ling green eyes, his hands on his hips. 
“The same thing you’re gonna be do­ing in barns, if you’re not do­ing it already.”

 Penny grinned wickedly at her brother. “Nope! Never done it in a barn yet!” John 
laughed, Ed looked taken aback, and Mrs. White turned, open-mouthed to her daugh­ter. 
“Chil­dren, please!” she ex­claimed.

 “Penny, please! Do talk to your mother!” her father ex­claimed, tak­ing the rifles and
put­ting them back in the closet.

 “I think we bet­ter, dear,” said Mrs. White, look­ing care­fully, anxiously at her 
daugh­ter. Penny grinned at her, her face flush­ing, her eyes spark­ling. In one way, she was 
re­lieved. Her mother looked anxious, but not ter­ribly stricken over the fact that Penny had 
reached sexual aware­ness. On the other hand, she couldn’t tell her mother about John. She 
still had very mixed feel­ings about it.

 “What do you want to talk about, Mother?” The boys left the room, dis­creetly and 
quickly, go­ing with their father to his study for a night­cap, or maybe to dis­cuss Penny.

 Mrs. White sat down and looked earn­estly at her daugh­ter. “Well, what about the 
boys, dear, or is it only one?”

 “You’d love them, Mother, I prom­ise.”

 “Who are they?”

 “Mother, I’m no kiss and tell ninny!” Penny bur­ied her burn­ing face in her mother’s
shoulder.

 “Very well, I shan’t ask that. But do you know about birth con­trol?” Penny nod­ded 
against her mother’s shoulder.

 “Well, I must say, you’re bet­ter pre­pared than I was!” Penny looked up at her 
mother. “Why would you need birth con­trol? You’re mar­ried!” she ex­claimed. It was Mrs. 
White’s turn to blush.

 “I wasn’t when I first con­ceived your brother John!” she said, laugh­ing.

 “You mean, you and Dad had a shot­gun wed­ding?” Penny ex­claimed.

 “Don’t you ever breathe a word of that to your broth­ers!” Mrs. White ex­claimed. 
“And if I had it to do over again, I would! Now, where did you go to find out about 
pro­tect­ing your­self?”

 Without nam­ing names, Penny told her mother about her trip to the 
gyneco­lo­gist’s of­fice. Her mother nod­ded ap­proval. “Very well. But do be care­ful, dear,” 
she said, push­ing her daugh­ter’s flam­ing curls off her lovely fore­head.

 “I will, mother. I guess I’m glad you know. I just didn’t know how to tell you, or how 
you’d feel, and I do like you to think the best of me.”

 Mrs. White framed her daugh­ter’s lovely face in her moth­erly hands, and peered 
closely, fondly, into her daugh­ter’s green eyes. “But I do, darling. I think the world of you!”

 Penny went to bed, less troubled, still won­der­ing about her af­fair with her 
brother. She was awakened in the cool, crys­tal clear gray of dawn by the feel­ing of her 
brother’s nude body ly­ing be­side her, his breath warm on her neck.

 She turned, feel­ing his tumes­cent cock press­ing into her stom­ach. Her de­sire 
rose in her like a ra­ging fire, dis­pelling her doubts. The only real­ity she knew, as she spread 
her legs, and raised her arms to wel­come her brother’s body next to hers, was the hot, 
pulsat­ing iron-hard rod of flesh that was in­sinu­at­ing it­self, not to be denied, into the 
depths of her wet and want­ing wo­man­hood.





CHAPTER SEVEN


Penny and Sandy were talk­ing in the locker room. It was the day of her party. 
“What would you say,” Penny asked, a frown on her face, “if I told you that the Tim­sons were 
com­ing to my party?”

 Sandy raised her eye­brows. “I’d say it was a nice thing to do, but I’d be nervous. My
dad went with your dad and Sam­son and Brady the night those kids tried to hustle them out 
of town, and I’d be afraid they’d try to mess us up, too.”

 “You mean you don’t mind?”

 “Well, I don’t know,” Sandy sighed. “I feel bad for them, but I’m afraid of los­ing my 
friends, too.”

 “If you talked to them, you wouldn’t lose me as a friend.” Sandy smiled at Penny, 
and hugged her. “Did you in­vite them?” Sandy asked.

 “Yes, I did, and my par­ents think it’s fine. But they said I should tell people if they 
asked who was com­ing. Prob­lem is, nobody’s asked.”

 Sandy breathed a sigh of re­lief. “Well, you know some­thing? I think I’m glad. I 
don’t like sit­ting on a fence the way I am. Maybe if the kids get to know the Tim­sons they 
won’t feel so up­pity about them.”

 Penny smiled at her friend. “Do you think the rest of the kids will feel that way?”

 “Jack won’t! I don’t care how his father thinks, and his father was a friend of 
Tim­son!” Sandy said.

 “Well, what about Billy Adams and Chick and Beth and Laura, and Emilia Jones?” 
Sandy shrugged. “I think they’ll be all right. They’re fol­low­ers, any­way.” Sandy shook her 
chest­nut brown hair, and picked up her books for class.

 Penny put her hands on her friend’s shoulders. “One of the best things about this 
year, is that I got to know you bet­ter. I’m glad,” she said, smil­ing.

 “Me, too!” Sandy said. “Did you get the all the al­gebra prob­lems?”

 “Yeah,” Penny said, reach­ing in her note­book for her pa­pers, “which one did you 
miss.”

 “The fourth one... “

 Classes fin­ished for the day, Penny took the school bus home. Sandy and Beth and 
Laura, who lived close to­gether, were com­ing in Sandy’s car.

 “Mom! Can we pick up the Tim­sons? They don’t have a car,” Penny said, throw­ing 
her school books on the hall table, and run­ning out to the kit­chen to kiss her mother.

 “Why yes, I sup­pose we can spare one of the farm­hands. Go get your father. He’s 
in the barn, shoe­ing a horse.”

 Penny skipped out to the barn. Her father and John were clat­ter­ing around, 
talk­ing, and mak­ing a lot of noise. Penny made her re­quest, pret­tily to her father.

 “I’ll drive you out in the pick-up. I have to go to town, and get some sup­plies, and 
the store is open late to­night, if you don’t mind a little side trip,” John said.

 “O.K. When do you want to go?”

 “After sup­per. Is that too late?”

 “No, I think Mother won’t mind en­ter­tain­ing the early ar­rivers,” Penny said, 
skip­ping back to the house to help her mother with the party. By sup­per­time, everything 
was done. Penny had called the Tim­sons and told them that she would pick them up.

 Mrs. White shooed her daugh­ter out of the kit­chen, to go with John, while she did 
the dishes, so Penny went with her brother to the store for the sup­plies. Penny loved the 
fan­ner’s gen­eral store, the vari­ety of goods, the strange ap­pli­ances and ap­par­atus 
scattered on the floor, hanging from the walls and ceil­ings.

 They loaded the truck, and drove to the Tim­son farm. It was get­ting dark when 
they got there. Penny skipped out of the car, and up to the door, to ring the bell. Sud­denly, 
she was bathed in a bright light. She swung in the dir­ec­tion of the light and no­ticed that, 
hid­den in the trees, which sur­roun­ded the house, were sev­eral cars, their head­lights all on
high beam.

 “Penny! Get down!” she heard her brother yell. Blinded from the light, she failed to 
see the shadow which leaped around the comer of the wrap-around porch, and head to­ward 
her. She heard a yell--it soun­ded like her brother’s voice-- and then a scuff­ling on the lawn.

 Penny was strug­gling in the glar­ing light, a man’s power­ful arm around her neck, 
an­other hold­ing one of her arms be­hind her back in a pain­ful grip.

 “Git that White bitch down here! She wants to git raped by that black bas­tard or 
that crazy man, and we’ll ob­lige!” she heard an­other voice yell. The door to the house 
sud­denly opened.

 “Hey, there’s one of ‘em!” a voice yelled ex­citedly. The man hold­ing her grunted, 
and his grip sud­denly loosened on her arm. Penny felt her­self pulled away from the man 
who was crump­ling at her feet, and dragged into the house. The door slammed.

 “My brother’s out there!” she cried, as she found her­self look­ing into the black 
eyes of Mustapha. A very scared-look­ing Andy, rifle in hand, was peer­ing through the 
win­dow. Soraya, with an older wo­man, was sit­ting in a large, grace­ful liv­ing room. 
Mustapha gave her a rough shove.

 “Go with the wo­men!” he com­manded. “We will take care of the prob­lem.” Penny 
looked at him, shocked at his rough­ness. Soraya must have sensed her an­ger, be­cause she 
rose from the couch, and led Penny into the liv­ing room.

 “We are so sorry, my dear friend, that you have be­come in­volved in this. They cut 
our phone lines, so we have no way to reach you.” Penny was still glar­ing an­grily at 
Mustapha. Soraya shook her slightly.

 “Do not mind my brother. East­ern men are al­ways mas­ters of the wo­men. He 
does not yet un­der­stand that in Amer­ica, men treat wo­men dif­fer­ently. To him, our safety
is a mat­ter of life and death.”

 Slightly mol­li­fied, Penny walked into the room. She was in­tro­duced to the 
wo­man who was Mrs. Walker, one of the ad­min­is­trat­ors of the Tim­son es­tate. Penny sat,
si­lent, crazy with worry for her brother. Soon, there was the sound of many voices, yelling. A 
rock crashed through the win­dow.

 Mustapha came into the liv­ing room, glared at the broken win­dow and the rock 
ly­ing on the hard­wood floor, which gleamed with much wax­ing.

 He looked at the wo­men, sit­ting on the couch. “You will lie on the floor, and 
re­main there un­til I tell you it is safe!” he barked. Penny may not have liked his tone of voice,
but she en­joyed the se­cure feel­ing she had that he seemed to be mas­ter of the situ­ation. 
The three wo­men did as they were told, ly­ing well away from the win­dows.

 Mustapha went to a rack which hung on the wall of the farm­house hall, and pulled 
down an­other gun. “Open the door when I tell you!” Mustapha com­manded Andy.

 Penny, peer­ing over her shoulder, saw Mustapha gaz­ing through the win­dow, 
two rifles in hand.

 “Now!” he com­manded. Andy swung the door open, and John fell in, drag­ging 
with him Teddy Amis, from one of the local farms. The door slammed vi­ol­ently shut, and was
locked. An­other rock crashed through the liv­ing room win­dow, and Penny winced as she 
watched her brother beat­ing his one-time friend. The boy fi­nally col­lapsed, un­con­scious, 
to the floor. John swung around. Mustapha held out his hand, of­fer­ing John the rifle he had 
taken from the rack. John took it, and stood next to Mustapha, against the wall, peer­ing out 
the win­dow.

 “Did you call the po­lice?” asked John.

 “No. The lines are cut!”

 “Shit!” John ex­claimed. He gazed around, and his eyes fell on Penny. “Well, we’re 
ex­pec­ted home soon. When Mom tries to get you on the phone, and finds out the line is 
dead, we’ll get help fast.”

 “Come on out, you loon­ies, and take what’s com­ing to you!” someone bel­lowed. 
Penny was scared. Mixed with the threats, were lewd com­ments about the wo­men.

 “How does it feel, White, to have your sis­ter cap­tured by that hea­then!” a voice 
bel­lowed.

 “Yeah, you bas­tard! What’s he do­ing to her?” someone else yelled. Penny felt tears 
spring to her eyes. These were people she had known for years. And she never felt that they 
were any­thing but nor­mal, nice people. She sniffed.

 “You were right, John.”

 “Take it easy, honey. We’ll get out of here,” John said to his sis­ter’s com­ment.

 “I know we will, but those boys have turned into beasts. You were right about them.”

 “Not all of them, Penny. Not all of them. There are about fif­teen kids out there, and 
prob­ably half of them are tanked up. They’re cruis­ing for trouble, and they’re go­ing to get 
it.” Mustapha aimed the rifle, and shot. Very close to the liv­ing room win­dow, which looked 
out on the porch, Penny heard a cry of pain, and then a thud.

 “You’ll be sorry for that!” they heard someone scream. “You mur­der­ing, rap­ist. 
We’ll get you for that! Come on out!” An­other rock crashed through the up­per part of the 
hall win­dow. The voices were get­ting closer and closer to the house.

 “John! Let me have a gun. Let me shoot, too!”

 “No. You don’t know how!” John said, aim­ing his rifle through the broken win­dow 
and shoot­ing.

 Mustapha looked at her with his dark, grim, fierce-look­ing eyes. “Your honor is 
mine. I will de­fend you, as you have de­fen­ded us.”

 In the dis­tance, the trapped party heard the sound of sev­eral cars. Penny hoped 
against hope that it was help com­ing, al­though she didn’t ex­pect it so soon. They would 
just about be missed by now.

 John, peer­ing over Mustapha’s crouched body, yelled, “Hey!” and shot the rifle off, 
two or three times in suc­ces­sion. The cars could be heard rum­bling over the grass, and then
the yells in­creased.

 “It’s Dad, Penny, with Mr. Sam­son and the farm­hands!” In the dis­tance could be 
heard the wail of a siren. There was the sound of a wild fight go­ing on out­side. Penny got 
up, to peek. John saw her.

 “Stay low, Penny!” Penny dropped, frus­trated, back on the floor. She heard cars 
start­ing up, and driv­ing away, tires squeal­ing as they reached the high­way.

 “O.K.!” John yelled. “Let’s go out.”

 “No!” Mustapha barked. “I will not leave the wo­man without pro­tec­tion. You go!” 
Mustapha opened the door, and John ducked out quickly. Penny could hear his war whoop as 
he ob­vi­ously jumped into some kind of fray. She had no idea how long the fight went on 
but fi­nally, she heard the heavy tread of feet on the wooden floor of the porch, and 
Mustapha opened the door, to let the men in.

 “Daddy!” she cried, get­ting up and run­ning into his arms. The sound of the sirens 
in­creased, and through the open door, Penny could see a chase light pulling up to the house.
Four helmeted state po­lice got out, guns drawn.

 Penny found her­self in a big bear hug, in her father’s arms. The po­lice were 
hand­cuff­ing the youths who got left be­hind, and they were roughly thrown into the squad 
cars. One of the po­lice came up to the door.

 “Any­body hurt in here?”

 “No, sir,” said Mustapha, “not in here. There are two out on the porch.”

 “Listen,” the po­lice­man said, look­ing gravely at Mustapha. “We’re go­ing to post 
a patrol car here for a few days. I hope you don’t mind. Once we get the trouble­makers out 
of the way, it will be easier.”

 “I do not ob­ject.”

 “Mr. White,” the cop said, turn­ing with a grin to Penny’s father. “Here again in the 
nick of time, I see.” The po­lice­man held out his hand cor­di­ally, to shake hands with Mr. 
White.

 “Yes. I got a bee in my bon­net. It is Fri­day night, and I had a feel­ing that those 
trouble­makers would be look­ing for some way to sow their wild oats. My son and daugh­ter
were com­ing out here to pick the Tim­sons up. She’s hav­ing a party to­night, and they’re 
in­vited. I called Sam to see if he thought I was be­ing an old fo­gey, and Sam seemed to 
think a drive in the night air wouldn’t hurt us any.

 “Then we heard the shots, and knew some­thing was wrong!” Mustapha bowed 
gravely to Mr. White, and Mr. Sam­son who had just come through the door. “Again, I am in 
your debt.”

 “No, he’s not, Daddy,” Penny said, look­ing up at her father. “He saved me when one
of those men grabbed me!”

 “I reckon my daugh­ter’s right, Mr. Tim­son,” said Mr. White. “Just con­sider it a 
fa­vor re­turned. I don’t know what I’d do if any­thing ever happened to her.”

 “I un­der­stand, sir,” said Mustapha, who had star­ted to put the rifles back in the 
rack.

 Mrs. Wat­son came out to the hall. “Why don’t you chil­dren run along and have a 
good time? If there’s go­ing to be a po­lice­man around, I’ll feel very safe, and I’ll clean up this
mess,” she said.

 “Need any­thing from us?” Mr. White asked the po­lice­man.

 “A de­pos­ition some­time to­mor­row, that’s all. Come down when you have a 
minute.” The po­lice­man touched his hat, and left. All the cars left, but one patrol car, parked 
by the side of the road.

 “Has any­one come yet?” Penny asked her father, as they were driv­ing home. 
“Sandy and Beth and Laura were at the house when I left.

 Sandy’s mother had to go some­where, so she dropped them off early.” Penny 
sighed. “Good!” she said. “At least I know where Sandy stands, and she says she’s glad the 
Tim­sons are com­ing. She says she’s sick of sit­ting on the fence about them, but she’s afraid 
to lose her friends.”

 “That’s a sad way to be. If your friends can’t stick by you, they’re not really friends,” 
Mr. White said, smil­ing down at his lovely teen­ager.

 “Yeah, like those boys. John went to school with al­most all of them. They’ve eaten 
at our house, and John has chummed around with them, and they were all ready to kill him 
and me!”

 “Trouble with some people, sweet­heart, is they have weak heads and blind hearts. 
They don’t al­ways see what they’re do­ing.”

 The cars pulled into the drive­way. Mrs. White was at the door, look­ing wor­ried, 
Sandy, Beth, and Laura peek­ing be­hind her. John pulled up be­hind in the pick-up truck, and
the Tim­sons, who had driven with him got out. Penny, ap­proach­ing the porch, saw Beth 
and Laura look at each other.

 “Hi, Mom, sorry I’m late,” Penny chirped brightly. “We had a little run-in with some 
row­dies at the Tim­sons.”

 “Oh, Joseph, you were right!” Mrs. White ex­claimed, hold­ing her daugh­ter close 
to her.

 “Everything’s fine. I think John’s go­ing to have a black eye, but he gave as good as 
he re­ceived, and then some for good meas­ure,” Mr. White smiled.

 “Well, come to the kit­chen, dear, and I’ll put an ice pack on it,” Mrs. White said, 
tak­ing her son by the hand, and lead­ing him to the back of the farm­house. Penny looked at
her friends. Sandy was grin­ning at her.

 Penny in­tro­duced the Tim­sons, who stood shyly in the door­way. Sandy said hello
in her warmest man­ner, and led them into the liv­ing room. She had brought over some 
re­cords, and they were play­ing on the ste­reo.

 “Where is every­body?” Penny asked, dis­tressed.

 “You said eight o’clock,” Beth said. “It’s only five-to now.”

 “Oh, wow!” Penny ex­claimed, fall­ing stiffly into a chair. “It felt like forever.” John 
walked into the room, an ice pack on his eye.

 “Per­haps Andy and Mustapha would like me to show them around the place, while 
you girls chat­ter? They must feel aw­ful, be­ing out­numbered like this.”

 Mustapha smiled. “I would be pleased. I wish to learn much Mr. White, as I in­tend 
to work my father’s farms as well as I can.”

 “That shouldn’t be dif­fi­cult. Some of my father’s meth­ods were learned from your
father.” The three boys left the room, as a car pulled in.

 Penny was afraid her party would be a fail­ure, once her friends saw the Tim­sons. 
But she was mis­taken. At first shy, and a little shocked to see the three young people, Penny’s
class­mates took to the charm­ing, queenly young wo­man, and the very ma­ture Mustapha 
right away. Andy, they soon dis­covered, was what he ap­peared to be, shy, frightened, and 
trau­mat­ized, and the teeangers’ sym­pathy was quick in com­ing for the ab­used little boy.

 Chip and Billy were in a corner with Mustapha. “How come you’re in our class, when 
you’re so much older?”

 “I didn’t com­plete my school­ing. I had run away to join the army. My mother was 
most firm, when she died, about our be­ing edu­cated be­cause our father had come to 
Amer­ica, and in Amer­ica all people are well edu­cated. I in­tend to keep my prom­ise now 
that I’m here. I only read at your grade level, since I have dif­fi­culty with Eng­lish.”

 Billy Adams whistled. “Boy that takes guts!” he said.

 When Jack Sam­son came, with Lou An­der­son and Micky Swan­son, the only 
un­pleas­ant scene of the party oc­curred. He was late, be­cause his father was driv­ing the 
three boys. Mr. Sam­son dropped them off, and pulled away quickly. Jack walked into the 
room, and stopped short, when he saw the Tim­sons.

 “What are they do­ing here!” he said loudly.

 “They’re here to have a party with us!” Sandy said.

 “Well, I ain’t stay­ing!” Jack said, turn­ing on his heel. “Come on guys, let’s go.” 
Micky and Lou hes­it­ated. “No,” Lou said. “I’m stay­ing. It looks like a su­per party.” Jack 
turned to his friend. “Well, I like that! My father drove you here, and now you’re not com­ing 
with me?”

 “Your father drove us here to have a party, and I’m stay­ing,” said Lou dog­gedly. 
Micky was already be­ing in­tro­duced to Andy and Mustapha by Billy Adams. Penny watched 
the scene. Her faith in man­kind, which had been shaken some­what, re­vived, as she saw her 
friends stand­ing by the former out­casts.

 Jack turned on his heel again, and star­ted out the door. Mr. White saw him 
leav­ing, as he was com­ing out of his study. “Jack!” he called.

 The boy turned to face Mr. White, who shook his head. “Your father would be 
ashamed of you!” he said.

 “What for?” the boy said, taken aback, but de­fi­ant.

 “For not be­ing a gen­tle­man, and for not us­ing your head.” The boy stood there 
for a mo­ment, and then rushed out the door. Mr. White smiled sadly after him. “He’s go­ing 
to have a long walk home.”

 “Maybe Mr. Sam­son should have waited, Daddy,” Penny said, go­ing up to hug her 
father, and of­fer him a pret­zel.

 “Honey, Sam told me he had no in­ten­tion of wait­ing. That if his son wanted to be 
pig-headed, he could suf­fer the con­sequences, which means a two-hour walk home. That’s 
why he dropped the kids and left in such a hurry.”

 Penny giggled, and ran out to the kit­chen, to see if her mother needed any help.

 “Yes, I know what you can do,” her mother said, put­ting some sand­wiches and a 
coke in a bas­ket. “Your brother is out in the barn, fix­ing some wir­ing. Why don’t you take 
him some­thing to eat?”

 Penny smiled, and ran out the kit­chen door, across the large yard to the barn. It 
was dim and fra­grant and sweet-smelling.

 “John!” She saw her brother ap­pear in one of the lofts. He grinned down at her.

 “Hungry?” she smiled hold­ing up the bas­ket.

 “Yes,” her brother called. Penny went over to the lad­der, and star­ted to climb up. 
John reached down, and grabbed her wrists, and pulled her up to the loft, and pressed his 
sis­ter tightly against his body.

 Penny felt the hard bulge in his crotch, press­ing into her muff. She laughed, and 
wriggled her cunt against him, teas­ing the hot, hard mass that al­ways spelled such de­light 
to her.

 “You’re an an­imal!” she laughed.

 “So are you!” her brother husked, pulling down her jeans.

 “Then fuck me like one!” she laughed, get­ting down on all fours, her gor­geous 
white, round buns wav­ing in the air. She looked over her shoulder, and felt her pussy 
cream­ing, as John dropped his jeans, re­veal­ing his long, thick, shaft, bob­bing straight out 
from the red forest of his pu­bic hairs.

 He dropped to his knees, as Penny spread her thighs. Her breath hissed through her
teeth, as she felt the sear­ing pleas­ure of John’s cock at the en­trance to her throb­bing cunt.
John’s hands grabbed her firmly by her haunches, and he thrust vi­ol­ently, em­bed­ding his 
cock deeply into Penny’s up­turned twat. She grunted, and pushed her ass cheeks back 
against his cock, want­ing to feel him fall into her cunt, all of him, not just his cock.

 She could feel her cunt muscles squeez­ing against the huge, throb­bing in­vader. 
The heat from his cock pen­et­rated the walls of her pussy, send­ing sharp waves of pleas­ure 
cours­ing through her young body.

 John bent over, bra­cing his hands on either side of her quiv­er­ing body. Penny 
groaned, as she felt John’s im­per­at­ive prick de­mand­ing her pleas­ure, as he slowly 
pumped in and out of her. She felt John’s moist hot breath on her neck, as he reached down, 
bit­ing into Penny’s soft neck. Penny’s cunt was run­ning riot, cream­ing crazily, as John 
pushed in and out of her, his strokes long and deep and strong.

 She lowered her head, John’s mouth still bit­ing her creamy soft neck, as she 
be­came dizzy with the heat and the pas­sion that was rip­pling through her.

 “Oh, John, fuck me, fuck me!” she whimpered, her whole body quiv­er­ing 
vi­ol­ently. John’s cock star­ted to ream out Penny’s pussy, his strokes be­com­ing harder, 
faster, as he humped into her. His belly slapped against her ass cheeks, caus­ing them to 
quiver. Her cunt cream poured out of her love hole, and dribbled down her la­bia, drip­ping 
down to the clean, sweet-smelling hay on which they were crouched, John reached un­der her
belly, and placed a hot fin­ger on her clit­oris. Penny gasped. The pleas­ure was al­most 
ex­cru­ci­at­ing.

 “Come on,” she heard John whis­per gruffly in her ear, as he re­leased his hold on 
her neck for a mo­ment. “Come! Come for me!”

 Penny moaned. She didn’t really want to come so fast. “I want more,” she whispered.

 “This is just as ap­pet­izer, little pussy,” John said, rub­bing his wet fin­ger around 
and around her clit­oris. “You have a party to go to, and you’re go­ing to be missed. Now, 
come.”

 Penny closed her eyes, and sur­rendered to John’s de­mand­ing dork, which was 
plow­ing through her wildly, and his fin­ger teas­ing her clit­oris to a burn­ing frenzy of 
pleas­ure. She felt her or­gasm con­vulse her cunt, and ripple through her body. Her ass 
cheeks star­ted slap­ping back­ward, hit­ting John’s belly in a lewd rhythm. John grunted, and
Penny felt his cock flow­ing with his load of gism. Her hungry pussy sucked it all up, her cunt 
muscles clutch­ing rhyth­mic­ally and strongly on his thrust­ing cock, as he pis­toned in and 
out of her. Their come cream mel­ded, and filled Penny’s belly, leav­ing her with a warm, soft 
re­laxed feel­ing, as she came slowly down from the ec­stasy of her or­gasm.

 John thrust once more, heav­ily, de­pos­it­ing his last load of scum in Penny’s eager
twat, and then he pulled out. Penny, feel­ing light and airy, and a little shaky, put her jeans 
back on, and walked back to her party.





CHAPTER EIGHT


Penny’s party was a huge suc­cess. Even Jack, be­fore the term was over, had come 
around, since his friends star­ted to snub him. The ef­fect of the chil­dren’s friend­ship with 
the Tim­sons on the adults was highly salut­ary.

 When the chil­dren star­ted ar­guing with those par­ents who ob­jec­ted to what 
they called a “for­eign ele­ment,” the par­ents were taken up short. Re­buked by their own 
chil­dren, the trouble leveled off.

 The young men who had been caught, were all fined for van­dal­ism, and given 
brief, sus­pen­ded sen­tences for ma­li­cious mis­chief.

 A very close friend­ship formed among Soraya, and Penny, as well as Beth, Sandy, 
and Laura. By the time school let out, they had formed their own little clique.

 The sum­mer va­ca­tion, con­sist­ing of July only, was upon them. In Septem­ber, 
the chil­dren had to be re­leased for har­vest­ing, so Au­gust was used to make up the time. 
The five girls were plan­ning a week­end trip to Minotville and Sandy’s cousin was all for it. 
Her room­mates were all away for their va­ca­tion, and Ly­dia had got a job in the city, and 
there­fore would be home.

 Penny spent long, lazy days in the sun, down by the lake, hungry for John. There was
al­ways the pres­sure of time, how­ever. Far from dy­ing away, their pas­sion for each other 
had grown stronger, deeper.

 Ed came in one day, and an­nounced that he planned to marry Inga in Septem­ber. 
They were busy pre­par­ing for the wed­ding, and also the small cot­tage on the edge of the 
north field, where the new couple would be liv­ing.

 The five girls were sit­ting down by the lake one day, talk­ing about their trip to 
Minotville. Penny’s heart wasn’t really in it, but Soraya was be­side her­self with ex­cite­ment, 
since her brother had given her per­mis­sion to go with the girls.

 “Well, why is it so im­port­ant to you?” Beth asked, laugh­ing at the ex­cited girl. 
Soraya blushed, and lowered her head, and shrugged her shoulders. The girls all looked at 
each other.

 “Uh-oh!” Penny said, “we have to take this girl un­der our wing.” Her story was the 
same as Penny’s, Beth’s, and Laura’s. She laughed when she found she had com­pany, even 
though she claimed to be em­bar­rassed about be­ing six­teen and still a vir­gin.

 “You aren’t the only re­tarded one! Penny didn’t lose hers till this year!” Laura 
laughed.

 The trip was planned for the fol­low­ing week­end. One night, when Mr. And Mrs. 
White were vis­it­ing Inga’s home with Ed, to iron out some of the de­tails of the wed­ding, 
John took Penny to the barn. He led her up to the loft, and un­dressed her slowly, caress­ing 
every inch of her flesh as he did so.

 Penny fondled his cock, fas­cin­ated with the vel­vet soft­ness of the flesh, 
com­pared with its iron-hard erec­tion. Penny lay back on the hay, look­ing up at him, 
ad­or­ingly. John fondled Penny’s long, gor­geous legs, and gently spread her thighs apart. 
He kissed her swollen pussy lips, fond­ling the pink, gleam­ing meat with his tongue. Then he 
placed his cock at the en­trance to her love-hole, and im­paled Penny’s soft white body on his
hard, hot fuck-ham­mer, to the hilt.

 Penny threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Their tongues met in a moist
oral kiss, as the great length of John’s cock plowed through Penny’s pussy un­til Penny could 
feel his hard, hot balls, press­ing against her quiv­er­ing ass cheeks.

 They made love for a long time, slowly, caress­ing each other. Penny’s muff arched 
up­ward, rhyth­mic­ally, as John pis­toned in and out of Penny’s cunt. Penny felt stuffed,- full, 
and happy, as she swiveled around and around on John’s de­mand­ing cock, feel­ing it plow 
through her softly, sen­su­ally. Penny, lost in the never-ceas­ing won­der of her brother’s 
cock, closed her eyes.

 She tried to ana­lyze the feel­ing. The sides of , John’s shaft, now greased with 
Penny’s cunt cream slid along her pussy, stretch­ing her walls. The skin of his shaft felt as soft 
as silk, or vel­vet. At the same time, the pleas­ur­able feel­ings that rippled through her as he 
pushed in and pulled out of her wel­com­ing twat, were a com­bin­a­tion of ice cold and fiery
hot. Each time John slid his cock in and out of her, the sen­sa­tion would change. His cock 
would be hot one minute, and yet some­times it left in its wake the shivery, de­li­cious 
sen­sa­tion of cold.

 Penny quivered, and her sweat began to pour, as she ex­per­i­enced her first 
or­gasm. John thrust rhyth­mic­ally again and again in and out of her wild pussy, as her 
con­vulsing body writhed un­der John’s power­ful one. His cock al­ways drove her into a 
de­li­cious hys­teria of ec­stasy, and he was suc­ceed­ing now.

 John’s hairy loins pressed in again and again on Penny’s swollen twat. His hairs were
covered with cream, and their wet kiss on her clit­oris drove her even higher. She could feel 
the de­li­cious prick­ling of the hay against her bare but­tocks, and John’s moist breath in her 
mouth was like a wa­ter­fall on a hot day. Even as she felt the enorm­ous sat­is­fac­tion of her
or­gasm, she felt her de­sire rush through her again.

 “I want to fuck you forever!” she whispered, as her hump­ing hips ground up into 
his teem­ing loins. John re­spon­ded to the wish by fuck­ing Penny longer, and harder. His 
trem­bling body writhed and humped into Penny’s body, mak­ing wet slap­ping noises as 
their flesh pressed into each other.

 The hay-strewn loft wit­nessed their rolling over and over, cling­ing to each other 
des­per­ately, as they drove each other to a frenzy of pas­sion.

 Fi­nally, they res­ted for a mo­ment, sen­su­ously un­du­lat­ing over each other’s 
heated flesh, their limbs en­twined.

 John kissed every inch of Penny’s soft, white face, his chest rub­bing heav­ily against
Penny’s breasts. Penny moaned, and arched her hips up, suck­ing in more of John’s cock.

 “Penny?” John whispered, look­ing at her.

 “Hmmmm?” Penny said, bit­ing John’s ear lobe.

 “When you go to Mintoville, I want you to go with other men.” Penny looked up at 
him. “What’s the mat­ter?” she asked softly. “Are you tired of me?” She felt John’s cock lurch 
vi­ol­ently in her cunt, to deny the ques­tion. John’s arms tightened around her, heav­ily, and 
he moaned in her ear. “Oh, no, Penny. I’ll never get tired of you. I love you with everything I’ve
got. But you have to find out about other men, too. You’ve got to find what will make you 
hap­pi­est.”

 “But I am happy, John.”

 “You’re too young to know that now. Prom­ise me, when you go to Minotville, you’ll
find other men.”

 Penny laughed. “That’s a far cry from the way you were the last time I went to 
Minotville.”

 John smiled at her sheep­ishly. “Will you do it?”

 “Yes, I’ll do it, just to please you. What will you give me if I do?”

 “What would you like?”

 Penny thought, her whole body quiv­er­ing with the ex­cite­ment of John’s cock, 
nail­ing her to his body. She arched her hips up, and felt John’s cock lurch again. It gave her a 
sense of power to lie be­neath the man’s power­ful body, and know that she had such an 
ef­fect on him.

 John was be­gin­ning to move his cock back and forth with little, sug­gest­ive 
strokes, in Penny’s pussy, as he waited for her an­swer.

 Her eyes were full of mis­chief, when she looked up at him. “What will you give me?”
she asked again. “Or maybe I should say what won’t you give me?”

 “I’ll give you the world on a sil­ver plat­ter, if that’s what you really want, and I can 
get it.”

 “No, just one day and one night would be fine.” Penny was run­ning her hands up 
and down John’s rip­pling back. The strokes of his cock were get­ting longer and deeper.

 “How do you want your one day and night?” John asked, stick­ing his tongue in her 
ear.

 “With my cunt wrapped around your cock.” John laughed, caus­ing his cock to lurch
de­li­ciously in Penny’s cunt.

 “Do you think I’m go­ing to be equal to that?” John asked, kiss­ing the tip of her 
nose.

 “I think you’re equal to any­thing!” Penny laughed.

 “Listen girl, I warned you. You’re go­ing to kill a man one of these days.”

 “We’ll find out. Do you agree or not? Every time we fuck, we have to watch the time, 
or who’s com­ing, or some­thing!”

 “We’ll ar­range it some­how. You’ve got your wish. You are go­ing to Minotville, and
you are go­ing to have a fuck­ing good time.”

 “Right!” Penny smiled, and then she clutched him hun­grily, press­ing her hot moist 
mouth into his, thrust­ing her tongue through his teeth, to find his tongue. Her tongue rolled 
around the roof of his mouth, ex­amin­ing all the ridges, teas­ing his tongue again.

 John was fuck­ing her with in­creas­ing ar­dor as he felt his sis­ter’s tongue rolling 
around in his mouth. He groaned, think­ing of his prom­ise to Penny. He wasn’t afraid that he 
could match her pas­sion. He was just afraid that Penny might not find an­other man, and be 
happy.

 Penny’s hips pressed up into John’s sticky-wet groin, and rolled around and around 
the base of his cock. His cock head was pulsing wildly, an in­dic­a­tion that he was on the 
verge of com­ing. She bit his lip, and humped him furi­ously, her cun­tal muscles grip­ping 
the sides of John’s cock, suck­ing the gism right out of him.

 She heard John grunt, and then felt his body grow taut, as his scum was purged out 
of his balls, and rushed vi­ol­ently through his massive shaft, erupt­ing hot and sweet and 
thick in Penny’s aching cunt.

 Penny squealed as she felt her own or­gasm rip through her like a tidal wave. She 
clung tightly to the be­loved body of her brother, as his cock spewed wave after wave of 
vis­cid man juice into her ar­dent cunt.

 “Oooo­h­h­hhh, John!” she screamed, writh­ing like a mad­wo­man un­der John’s 
heav­ily hump­ing body.

 “Feel it, feel my man juice. My love for you. You’re my wo­man, my sis­ter, 
beau­ti­ful cunt!” John re­peated over and over again, de­li­ri­ously. The two sib­lings 
battered each other’s bod­ies as they wrestled in the par­oxysm of their pas­sion.

 Their or­gasms faded slowly, with lots of mini-or­gasms and more trips to the top. 
They lay in each oth­ers’ arms, pant­ing, en­joy­ing the sen­sual con­tact of their wet, hot 
bod­ies. Penny looked up at John.

 “What if I don’t find any­one I like?” she asked John, bit­ing the end of his nose.

 “Just make sure he’s a nice guy, that’s all.” Penny de­term­ined to ful­fill John’s wish 
to the let­ter. Mostly be­cause she looked for­ward to that twenty-four hours. Twenty-four 
hours mak­ing love to her brother.

 The trip to Minotville was more than a suc­cess. They all had a won­der­ful time, 
in­clud­ing Soraya, who was quite pop­u­lar. The girls stayed to­gether Fri­day night, and 
even made love in the same room, when they had picked up the boys in the bar.

 Penny found it a com­plete turn-on. She hadn’t even ex­pec­ted to have a good 
time, think­ing that her hun­ger for her brother would spoil everything. But Penny; in spite of 
her wor­ries, was a sexu­ally very healthy girl, and she didn’t have any prob­lems.

 She made love to Wes, her date, sit­ting on a chair, fa­cing him. She had sat on his 
cock, her legs bent un­der her and she began to bounce up and down on his cock.

 It was dif­fer­ent from John’s but it was very nice, thick, and long, and he 
ob­vi­ously knew how to use his pleas­ure-ham­mer well, as Penny found out. Soraya was on 
the bed, and out of the corner of her eye, Penny watched her to make sure that everything 
was all right. Judging by the way Soraya was boun­cing around on the bed, everything was 
fine. Her tawny body glowed in start­ling and erotic con­trast to the white body of the man 
who was fuck­ing her. Every now and then, there were little giggles, and whispered fuck words
that made Penny go even more sexu­ally ber­serk.

 She was sur­prised at her re­ac­tion, fuck­ing Wes while he sucked her nipples, first 
one and then the other, leav­ing a trail of saliva between the two tits. She was en­rap­tured by
Wes’s cock, and the sounds and sights around her turned her on even more. It ad­ded a new 
di­men­sion to her sexual frenzy.

 John had cau­tioned her about be­ing over-en­thu­si­astic, but she cer­tainly didn’t 
have to worry on that score. Wes was more than a match for Penny, who was get­ting off on 
hear­ing Sandy groan­ing and squeal­ing on the floor, and see­ing Soraya’s body lunging all 
over the bed, closely pressed to a man’s body. She closed her eyes, press­ing her fore­head 
tightly against Wes’s fore­head, clasp­ing her hands be­hind his neck.

 Her body stiffened as she felt the rolling sweet of her or­gasm build­ing up in her 
wave after wave, each wave lar­ger and hot­ter than the one be­fore. She grunted as her soft, 
roun­ded but­tocks star­ted to bounce up and down, as her body con­vulsed with de­li­cious 
hot sen­sa­tions that de­man­ded re­lease.

 Wes grabbed her haunches, as she spun out into the vor­tex of her most in­tense 
pleas­ure, and his hips star­ted slam­ming up into Penny’s writh­ing hips, match­ing her 
stroke for stroke. She felt his cock lurch hotly in her cunt, as he began to spew his male juices 
into her. His gism was hot and thick, as it coated the walls of Penny’s hungry cunt.

 The two lov­ers bounced madly against each other as they shared their or­gasms. 
Penny’s cunt sucked the juices out of Wes, milk­ing every drop with her tight, strong cunt, 
squeez­ing his shaft tightly.

 They were grin­ning at each other, when they fi­nally re­covered from their 
cli­maxes. The three couples paired off for the week­end. They went sail­ing and fish­ing on 
the beach which was about six miles from the city. Wes and she wound up in a cave, covered 
with sand, fuck­ing each other de­li­ri­ously.

 Sunday morn­ing, the boys saw the girls off, along with Ly­dia. All of them had 
in­vit­a­tions to visit.

 “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could have an orgy?” Sandy sighed.

 “Yeah,” Beth re­spon­ded.

 “I would like that too!” Soraya ex­claimed twitch­ing a little in her seat.

 “What would your brother do if he found out?” Penny laughed.

 “He would storm and rant and rave, and resign him­self to it. He is that way.”

 “Maybe we could get him to join us!” Laura said.

 “Laura, for someone who can’t spell worth a damn, you pan be aw­fully smart some 
time!” Sandy ex­claimed, as the girls all sat up in awe at the idea.

 “And little Andy, too. He needs a good fuck­ing!” Penny ex­claimed.

 “Yes, that would prob­ably cure him of his sad feel­ings,” Soraya agreed.

 “The first week after we get back, let’s do it!” Penny cried.

 “Where?” de­man­ded prac­tical Beth.

 That was a good ques­tion. None of them had dis­used barns on their prop­erty 
where they could go se­cure that there would be no pry­ing eyes, or in­ter­rup­tions.

 “Sol Win­throp’s barn!” Sandy said, snap­ping her fin­gers.

 “Of course! My brother Ed fucked his fi­ancee there once!” Penny ex­claimed.

 “That’s where my brother...!” Beth stopped dead.

 Penny giggled, mis­un­der­stand­ing the girl’s hes­it­a­tion. “So your brother 
fucked a girl there. If my brother can do it, why can’t yours.”

 Beth gulped and looked around at her friends, as they sat talk­ing in the last car of 
the train. She looked out at the rush­ing scenery, while the puzzled girls waited pa­tiently for 
her dis­tressed si­lence to be broken.

 “Yeah, but my brother and I did it,” she gasped softly.

 Soraya looked at her. “I think that’s won­der­ful. If you knew how I de­sired my 
brother,’ so big, so manly, so beau­ti­ful...!” Soraya leaned back in her seat, and gazed out the 
win­dow. Penny reached over gig­gling and took the wo­man’s fond­ling hand out of her lap.

 “You’re not sup­posed to do that in pub­lic!” she whispered in Soraya’s ear. Soraya 
giggled.

 “I did not mean to. I wasn’t aware,” she whispered back.

 “Beth, Laura said, timor­ously, “did you really fuck you brother?” Beth nod­ded. She 
gulped. “I just al­ways thought it was kind of freaky, even if I still do it, be­cause I love him so 
much, and he’s so nice with me. I never told you be­cause I was afraid what you would think.” 
Beth looked with awe at Soraya. “At least it makes me feel bet­ter to know someone else had 
the idea.” Penny’s heart was beat­ing fast. John had – told her that oth­ers did it. But this was 
the first time she had ever heard of it. She was won­der­ing if she should tell, when Laura 
spoke up. “I did it with my brother, be­fore he got mar­ried. Now he says he’s go­ing to be 
faith­ful to his wife!” she ex­claimed, with a little dis­gust in her voice that he should be 
faith­ful to his wife.

 Penny sighed. She had to tell, now that every­one else was telling. Sandy was 
gig­gling, her hand to her mouth. She was red.

 “I’m so glad I’m not alone. I thought I was the freaky one!” she ex­claimed.

 “But your brother is two years younger than you!” Laura ex­claimed, gig­gling in 
turn.

 “That’s all right. He’s good!” Sandy laughed. Sandy turned to Penny, and sighed. “I 
guess the only one who can’t say she’s fucked a mem­ber of the fam­ily is Penny, our little 
re­tard!”

 Penny blushed crim­son to the roots of her hair. “Oh, yes I have!” she ex­claimed.

 “Which one?” Beth de­man­ded.

 “John,” Penny said simply, her pussy cream­ing at the very men­tion of his name.

 “Wow!” Sandy said. “I take it all back. You are no longer re­tarded!”

 “I never said any­thing be­cause I thought I was a freak, and you’d all be shocked. 
As a mat­ter of fact, Sandy, it was my brother I met in Minotville. He popped my cherry.”

 “I wish my brother had popped mine,” Sandy said. “That first guy was aw­ful.”

 “Let’s in­vite our broth­ers to the orgy,” Beth sug­ges­ted.

 Penny beamed from ear to ear. “I have an idea! We don’t need old Sol Win­throp’s 
barn! Let’s go on a camp­ing trip. That way... “

 “What?” asked Soraya.

 Penny told the story of her prom­ise she made her brother. The girls were awed. 
“Well, you can’t go to an orgy if you’re sup­posed to spend twenty-four hours fuck­ing your 
brother.”

 “Oh, yes I can. That way we have party people to bring us food and stuff, and we can
watch all of you. We just won’t be switch­ing, that’s all.”

 When they got home, Penny broached the sub­ject to her brother, after he had 
taken her down to the lake to find out how her week­end was.

 “Did you go with any­one?”

 Penny smiled and nod­ded. “And guess what, John, all my girl­friends have slept 
with their broth­ers, and we want to have an orgy.”

 She went on to ex­plain her plan. Her brother shook his head. “We wouldn’t be 
to­gether for twenty-four hours. With all that other gor­geous flesh in the room, both of us 
would be sampling all the wares.”

 Penny was push­ing her muff into the massive mound in her brother’s bathing suit.

 “That would be all right with me, too. We could try the twenty-four hour fuck­ing 
thing some other time.”

 John laughed. “I think we can,” he smiled, stick­ing a fin­ger down Penny’s bikini top
and teas­ing one of her nipples. “Mom and Dad are go­ing to take a second hon­ey­moon. Ed
will be liv­ing at his house, and you and I are to be left to our own devices.”

 “Oh!” Penny cried, ex­cited. She sat up and re­moved her bikini top. John’s big 
hands came up to cup her soft breasts, and palm them. Penny shivered as she felt her nipples 
puck­er­ing, send­ing light­ning-like mes­sages of pleas­ure flash­ing through her whole 
body.

 She got up, and took off her bikini pants, and watched with las­ci­vi­ous pleas­ure 
as John re­leased his massive mauler from its tight latex prison.

 “Let’s go skinny dip­ping,” Penny said, teas­ing. She star­ted to­ward the lake and 
dived in. She heard a splash be­hind her, and knew that John would find her soon. She swam 
with long, clean strokes, un­til she felt John’s arm around her na­ked waist. He pulled her 
body into his. Penny par­ted her thighs, let­ting John’s massive cock slide between them. She 
could feel his hot cock rub­bing up and down her wet, swollen pussy lips. She pressed her 
thighs to­gether, mak­ing a warm, moist tun­nel for John’s cock, as it slid back and forth, 
teas­ing her cunt to hys­teria.

 Penny smiled up at John. “We can do both, then, can’t we?”

 “What?” John said, his voice deep in his throat. His arms pressed Penny’s tit-flesh 
tightly against his chest. Their legs en­twined lux­uri­ously as their teem­ing groins humped 
into each other.

 “Go camp­ing, and have our twenty-four hour fuck.”

 “You can have any­thing you want.”

 “Penny pressed tightly into John’s hairy loins, feel­ing his massive shaft press­ing 
apart her outer pussy lips, and mas­sa­ging her pink in­ner meat. It fas­cin­ated her, the 
con­trast between the cool wa­ter, and the in­cred­ible heat of her brother’s body. She felt 
her cunt juices boil­ing in her belly, and drip­ping slowly down her pussy walls. John’s 
throb­bing shaft was like a firebrand, send­ing heat waves cours­ing through Penny’s eager 
body.

 “Right now,” she said, as she wiggled against the de­li­cious tick­ling hairs of John’s 
fiery pu­bic bush, “I want to fuck you in the wa­ter.”

 John laughed, and reached down to plant the pas­sion-em­purpled, 
mush­room-shaped head of his cock, against the hot garden of Penny’s pulsing pussy.

 Penny closed her eyes, and moaned, drop­ping her head to John’s wet shoulder. 
They were tread­ing wa­ter in the middle of the lake now, safe from pry­ing eyes. John 
pushed, and his cock slid through Penny’s hot, tingling pussy like a hot knife through but­ter. 
Penny felt his cock head plant it­self in the very depths of her belly, send­ing heavy ripples of 
hot pleas­ure cours­ing through her body. She trembled, and star­ted to hump into John’s 
hairy pu­bic patch, as John star­ted to slide his cock in and out of Penny. “Ohhh,” Penny said, 
shiv­er­ing with the hot, sweet pleas­ure of his cock in her cunt, “why doesn’t every­one know 
how to fuck like you?”

 John kept smooth­ing hump­ing her, in and out. Penny felt her cunt juices froth­ing 
around the cock, greas­ing the sides of it as he fucked her, slid­ing in and out. Penny matched
him stroke for stroke, her arms tightly around him. She rubbed her breasts back and forth 
over his power­ful chest, as John’s cock struck sparks that star­ted the fire of her or­gasm.

 Her belly con­trac­ted against the fierce ec­stasy of John’s cock, mas­sa­ging her 
cunt walls. John grabbed her hips, and held them, as she star­ted to hump into him 
vi­ol­ently. She went into a frenzy, fight­ing his hands, which pressed firmly on her flesh, 
re­strain­ing her mo­tions. She wanted more of him, wanted to go mad on his cock.

 “John,” she gasped, “let me go, I gotta... come!” John looked at her, smil­ing, as his 
cock con­tin­ued its teas­ing rhythm, slid­ing slowly in, and mov­ing slowly out of Penny’s 
rip­pling cunt. She could feel her cun­tal muscles clutch­ing spas­tic­ally at the smoothly 
hump­ing cock. Her or­gasm trembled on the brink, and a fierce ache went through her 
be­cause of her need to come.

 “John stop teas­ing me!”

 “No, wait. You’re in­sa­ti­able, you greedy little cunt. I’m try­ing to teach you how to
teach a man to fuck like me.” Penny struggled against his firm hands for awhile, chaf­ing 
against the teas­ing bond­age in which he held her. And then she got the idea.

 She reached down, and grasped John’s but­tocks muscles tightly, and pushed at 
them. John’s hips lurched harshly into her un­der the im­pulse of her hands, and his cock 
thrust into her strongly.

 His grasp of her hips loosened, al­low­ing her more free­dom of move­ment. She 
grasped his ass flesh firmly, and while she humped furi­ously into him, she im­pelled his hips 
into hers, press­ing his rip­pling but­tocks muscles tightly. The wa­ter around them be­came 
frothy with their thrash­ing, as John, too star­ted to come. He grunted, and yiel­ded to 
Penny’s de­mand­ing pussy, slam­ming into her again and again, as their or­gasm peaked.

 As their or­gasm rippled away slowly, they found each other pressed tightly against 
each other. John’s hot cock still throbbed in her cunt, and Penny’s pussy was still twitch­ing 
and tingling with after-fuck spasms.

 She kissed John, re­luct­ant to let him go. “I have a bet­ter idea for our party.”

 “What?” John asked, rub­bing his chest back and forth against Penny’s breasts. 
Penny felt her nipples tingling all over again.

 “We com­bine an orgy with les­sons like the one you just taught me.” ?That’s go­ing
to make stiff com­pet­i­tion for the ones who don’t at­tend your orgy!” John laughed.

 “That’s O.K. If we have a small nuc­leus of people who really know how to fuck well, 
and know what turns the other per­son on, we won’t need any­one else.”

 Penny ran her hands up and down John’s rip­pling back, and over the warm, tight 
mounds of his ass cheeks.

 “I think it’s a good idea, then,” John smiled. They swam to­ward the shore. Penny 
watched John’s cock bob­bing up and down as he walked to where he had dis­carded his 
bathing suit. They dressed and went back to the house.

 Penny and her little clique were to meet the fol­low­ing night at Soraya’s house, to 
plan the party.

 They were all there, when Penny ar­rived. Mustapha was in the liv­ing room with 
Andy, play­ing poker. The girls sat out in the kit­chen, gig­gling and lay­ing their little traps.

 “I think we shouldn’t tell them it’s an orgy,” Penny said thought­fully. “If we do, it 
might turn them off, but if we don’t, then they’ll just get car­ried away with the whole thing, 
and go along with us.”

 They de­cided to go to the foot­hills of range, where there were par­tic­u­larly 
beau­ti­ful camp sites, and which wouldn’t be too in­hab­ited at this time of year.

 The girls all ate sup­per, and con­tin­ued to plan. Mustapha came to the kit­chen, 
and asked if any of the girls wanted to see the farm. Penny was the only one in­ter­ested in 
farm­ing sci­ence, and she wanted to poke around and see some of the things that which she 
had heard her father talk about.

 She left the girls in the kit­chen to fi­nal­ize the plans, and went with Mustapha, 
while he showed her the cattle, the barns, and the fields.

 They walked back to­gether through the soft twi­light, si­lent.

 “What’s that barn?” asked Penny, as they passed one right next to the house.

 Mustapha smiled down at her. “I will show you. I think you will be pleased.” Penny 
had been feel­ing a grow­ing at­trac­tion to the hand­some, swarthy young man, as he talked.
She had been feel­ing hap­pier than she ever felt in her life.

 To her, life was clear sail­ing from now on. She did not be­lieve any more that she 
was a freak. She knew she could love other men, and she knew that with all her heart, she 
loved her brother best of any man. But that was a spe­cial love, and now, it was time to branch
out. Just as she had just had to go shop­ping with her mother to get a lar­ger bra size, she 
now knew that there were other men and other worlds to con­quer.

 And Penny was an am­bi­tious girl, she wanted it all. Wes had been very good with 
her. She had been pleased and happy, when she was fuck­ing him. But she knew also that 
there were other men be­sides those two, and that she wanted her own home, just as she 
knew her brother would set up his home even­tu­ally.

 She was most anxious that Mustapha at­tend their camp­ing trip. Soraya had 
broached the sub­ject. Andy had agreed read­ily, hav­ing fi­nally found friendly people whom 
he trus­ted, and with whom he could re­late. He was be­gin­ning to smile, and he talked far 
more read­ily to people.

 Mustapha was a little hes­it­ant, un­til all the girls lent their plead­ing voices, 
beg­ging him to come. He fi­nally agreed, and the young teen­agers winked at Soraya, who 
blushed.

 Penny smiled as she thought of the girls back in the kit­chen. Mustapha un­locked 
the barn door. It was dark in­side. Mustapha held out his hand, and Penny took it, fol­low­ing 
him into the barn.

 Penny heard a nicker, and real­ized that there were horses in the barn. Mustapha let 
go of her hand.

 “Wait here for a mo­ment, while I find the light,” he said. She heard him mov­ing 
around in the vel­vet dark­ness of the barn, fra­grant with the smell of hay and horses. A dim 
work light in the back of the barn turned on and Penny gasped.

 There were four mag­ni­fi­cent Ar­a­bian stal­lions in the barn. Mustapha came over
to her and smiled. “They came this morn­ing. Aren’t they beau­ti­ful?”

 Penny went over to a white stal­lion, and stroked its silky soft nose, press­ing her 
face into its soft coat.

 “Do you like that one?”

 Penny looked up at Mustapha dream­ily, and nod­ded her head.

 “That is good. That one is for you, and your fam­ily.” Penny gasped. “Mustapha, you 
don’t mean it!” she cried, star­ing at the gor­geous beast. “But why?” she asked, awed at the 
lav­ish gift.

 “For the honor of your friend­ship, and for all you and your fam­ily have done for 
us.” Penny looked at the stal­lion again. He was toss­ing his head, his sil­ver-white mane 
spray­ing out from his neck like the froth on a wave.

 “Oh, Mustapha!” gasped Penny, im­puls­ively throw­ing her­self in his arms, and 
kiss­ing him.

 Mustapha stiffened, and grasped Penny’s shoulders, as if to push her away. Penny 
giggled. She had felt the large, throb­bing bulge in Mustapha’s pants.

 Mustapha looked down, feel­ing em­bar­rassed. “I am sorry,” he said, 
un­com­fort­able. “I am not used... “ Penny was turned on totally by his shy­ness, and by the 
feel­ing of his bul­ging crotch, which had caused her muff to tingle.

 “Mustapha,” Penny said, put­ting her arms around his neck again, “don’t you ever 
need a wo­man?”

 “Well... I... yes! Ter­ribly!” he con­fessed “But in my coun­try, one does not touch a 
wo­man, ex­cept maybe the houris... “

 “Mustapha, in our coun­try, a nice boy doesn’t go near whores if there are other 
nice girls around. And in the coun­try, Mustapha, es­pe­cially among us farm folks, barns are 
the best spot for boys and girls to get to­gether.” Mustapha looked at her. “I wondered. Twice 
I have found couples out here.”

 “Did you chase them away?” Penny asked, gig­gling.

 “Oh, no! I would dream of it, in­ter­rupt­ing them, mak­ing them un­com­fort­able?
They are on my prop­erty, and I think it would be very in­hos­pit­able of me to do so.”

 Penny giggled, and went back to strok­ing the Ar­a­bian’s nose. She didn’t quite 
know how to pro­ceed from there. She felt Mustapha come up to her, very close. His 
breath­ing was ragged, heavy.

 “Where would a for­eign per­son like me find a wo­man to love?” Mustapha asked. 
“It is one thing for all you light-skinned people to get to­gether, but in my coun­try there are 
classes of people, and one does not mix with the other.”

 “Well, this is Amer­ica,” Penny smiled, her cunt really itch­ing now, “and the only 
classes are the self-made ones.”

 She felt Mustapha move even closer, and then she felt his arm around her shoulder. 
He pressed her lithe young body into his gently, and kissed her. Then he looked down at her, 
in­quir­ingly, as if half afraid she would say no. Penny reached up and put her arms around his
neck, and pressed her mouth to his eagerly. She felt the boy’s tongue slid wetly between her 
lips, and then pry her un­res­ist­ing teeth apart. His tongue met the tip of her tongue, and 
then Penny moaned. She pressed her body into his ar­dently, feel­ing the bulge in his crotch, 
grow even lar­ger.

 Mustapha led her to a bale of hay in the back of the barn, and pressed her down 
into it. Penny sighed with pleas­ure, as she felt the boy’s hands run­ning up and down her 
body. Eagerly, he pulled up her T-shirt, and reached down to suck her tit­ties. Her nipples 
puckered un­der the twirl­ing mo­tions of Mustapha’s tongue and his suck­ing mouth. He 
fumbled with her jeans, pulling them off her long, lean hips. Penny gasped as he spread her 
legs, and his mouth found her cunt. His tongue ran up and down her swollen pussy lips, 
teas­ing the hard little love but­ton that felt as if it were on fire.

 Penny fumbled with the boy’s zip­per, un­leash­ing the mag­ni­fi­cent tawny cock 
from its prison. She gasped as she saw the size of it. It was big­ger and thicker than John’s.

 On a sud­den im­pulse, she put the head of his cock into her mouth. It tasted good, 
salty, and warm. Mustapha stopped suck­ing on Penny’s cunt long enough to reach down, 
and pull his jeans off. Then he man­euvered his long, lithe body over hers, un­til Penny’s 
mouth was inches away from the cock. She sucked it into her mouth again, feel­ing 
Mustapha’s hips hump­ing slowly into her.

 While she learned to swal­low Mustapha’s cock, the boy had driven the girl ber­serk 
with his tongue. He ran it up and down, teas­ing her clit­oris, thrust­ing the tip of it into her 
drip­ping twat. Penny came vi­ol­ently, rolling her muff around and around the tal­en­ted 
mouth of the boy.

 For the first time in her life, Penny tasted a man’s come. Mustapha’s hump­ing 
mo­tions into her mouth grew harder and faster, as Penny tongued his cock and swal­lowed 
on it. She felt his gism spurt­ing down her throat, and she swal­lowed rap­idly tak­ing all of it 
into her tal­en­ted throat. The two teen­agers, lay em­braced in the sixty-nine po­s­i­tion for 
awhile, re­cu­per­at­ing from the ef­fects of their massive come.

 Penny curled down to where Mustapha was ly­ing, his face Hushed and gleam­ing 
with sweat. She smiled at him, and kissed him. She tasted her own come juices on his lips. The 
two of them dressed, and went back to the kit­chen.


THE END
