The Teen Likes It
(M+/f+, inc, teen, size)

by Kysa Braswell
kysabraswell.com

The biggest problem Rip Press faced in running the Tavern Point Theater in the small coastal town of Rocky Harbour, population 3,523, was not the attendance. In spite of the local drive-in, the only movie house in town did a packed business every night.

Rip's problem was not outraged parents, either. The Tavern Point showed only wholesome family entertainment, and tonight featured a Robert Deniro classic and a Walt Disney animation, which always packed them in. The real problem Rip Press faced at the age of forty-two was hot, innocent and eager young pussy. Like the gum-chewing angel now facing him across his desk in his private office in the Tavern Point.

"I know there aren't any openings for usherettes right now, Mr. Press," Monica sighed, her tits surprisingly ripe for her age. "What I mean is, I wanna be put on the waiting list. Ginny is gonna be married next month, right? And you're gonna need someone to take her place, right?"

Rip swallowed hard and nodded, his huge eleven-inch prick straining fiercely at his pants. It would take a saint to resist getting the biggest hardon of his life while gazing at Monica's small wet mouth, which she licked repeatedly. Although the little blonde had the face of an angel and the body of a sex-goddess in the making, give her two more years and boys would shoot off in their pants just gaping at her, Monica's reputation, even for a hick town like Rocky Harbour, was notorious. It was common knowledge that Monica went down on the entire school football team when they won the county championship last month. Rip's son, Dan, had told him that, the kid grinning broadly as he admitted Monica gave a terrific blowjob. She fucked like a mink in heat. If it was hell to be called the town nympho at her tender age, Monica was totally unaware of it. She was, in fact, proud of her wild reputation. Her mother was a divorcee, who also fucked like a mad dog in heat, rumor had it. Her mother didn't give a damn what Monica did with her cute ass as long as she got passing grades in school.

The trouble with living in a small town was that everyone knew everyone else's business, if not today, then tomorrow for certain. Rip Press was acutely aware of this as he faced the hot-titted little blonde in his office this night, at a little after 9p. If Rip succumbed to temptation and rammed his massive prick up Monica's juicy little cunt, it would be flashed around town before the sun's rays met the shimmering Gulf of St. Lawrence on the edge of town tomorrow morning.

Rip was in superb physical shape, lean, still powerfully muscled, ruggedly good-looking, and hung like an angry bull. He had long ago made it a firm rule never to touch the local jail-bait, largely out of fear of parental retaliation. What the hell, he had plenty of ass on the side, mainly neighbors' wives. He also got a working girl or two occasionally, usually in their early twenties. While Rocky Harbour was not Peyton Place, it had its full share of swapping and adultery. But Rip prided himself on being a strong family man. Sure, he got his quota of hot pussy on the side, but he was still justifiably proud of his beautiful wife, his handsome son, and above all, his gorgeous teenage daughter, whom he was convinced was still cherry. A good girl, June, the apple of his eye. There was just one problem.

Lately Rip had been tormented by feverishly obscene fantasies about his lovely daughter, not just fucking her, if it were only that, he could sleep more peacefully at night, but doing every conceivable lewd act with her ripe, tawny young body, from eating her golden thighs like a starving beast to raping her luscious ass to fucking her sensuous mouth. For a start. And now as Rip faced gum-chewing, shining-eyed young Monica Glass, just a year younger than his own hotly sexy daughter, Rip realized there was a strong similarity between the two girls. Only physically, of course, because his daughter was a virgin, not a town tramp. What harm would there be in breaking his firm rule just this one time? He could plow his urgently pounding prick savagely into Monica's young cunt, and pretend it was June. He might even eat her luscious little pussy, too, although the thought that half the boys in town had shot their wads there made the idea unappetizing.

And as Monica faced Rip, she sensed his rising lust like a fox sniffing a nearby meal. Not exactly over-endowed with brains, Monica nevertheless could tell at once when a boy or a man found her sexy, and could always tell when they had a tremendous hardon, even though she couldn't see Rip's behind his desk. Little giveaway signs, like a flushed face, and constantly shifting his ass in his seat to ease the discomfort of his madly throbbing cock, and the way that vein pounded in his forehead, like he was going to burst a blood vessel if he didn't get his rocks off soon.

Because Monica had a simple mind, trapped for life in a lushly curved body, she had only one burning goal right now: To get a job at the Tavern Point. The fringe benefits were terrific in a hick town like this. You could let your friends in free, and Monica had more boyfriends than she could count on her pocket calculator. You could see all the movies free, eat all the popcorn and candy you could steal, and in addition to your salary, you got whatever cash you could steal when you worked the candy counter or the box office. It was also glaringly obvious to Monica that the fastest, simplest way to persuade Mr. Press to hire her was to trade her hot, eager young mouth and juicy cunt for a job. After all, she'd fucked almost every boy in school for nothing, or for the price of a movie and a pizza and a few beers and some grass, so it seemed like more than a fair trade to the hot young swinger. But Monica's problem was also obvious. Mr. Press wanted her all right, so badly in fact his eyes were bulging and he was practically jerking off behind his desk. But he was afraid, because he was a married man and he thought his wife or his kids would find out. Monica hastened to reassure him in her own direct way. She got out of her chair and went around the desk, and simply sat on Press' lap. She blinked her wide green eyes up at him innocently, but the way Monica squirmed her hot plump asscheeks into his pounding hardon was not typical of naive adolescents. Then she put her arms around his neck.

"I like you, Mr. Press," she said girlishly, grinding her ass lewdly into his immense hard prick. "Like a daughter, I mean. I don't have a father," she added softly. "I mean, a girl like me needs a lot of affection, Mr. Press. You've got a daughter about my age, huh? I know June and I like her a lot," Monica hurried on, wondering if he was going to explode his burning cum in his pants. He was sweating profusely now, holding himself back with an effort.

At that point Press was trying desperately to argue himself out of fucking Monica Glass. He was a solid businessman in this town, well-known, respected, the owner of the local movie house, the provider for a fine, handsome family. It was one thing to get your action from other neighbors' willing wives and, once in a while, a horny secretary or bank teller. But it was a pussy of a different color to screw around with a mere child. Even if she was a nympho. And one of the hottest, sexiest little girls he'd ever seen. With an ass so silky and ripe through her jeans, he knew he had to ram her there, after he had fucked her sultry little mouth and luscious pussy. With child-like directness, Monica decided to get to the point at once.

"Gee, I'd love to go down on you," Monica whispered in his ear. "It feels like a monster! I'd just love to suck off a real man for a change, Mr. Press... mmmmm! That feels so big and hot... oooooh."

Hearing the obscene words purr out of that child-like mouth burst the last of Press' precarious control. He grabbed her heaving tits through her thin t-shirt and squeezed, his breath coming in rasps as Monica made lewd fucking motions with her succulent ass.

"It'll be out secret, honest, Mr. Press," Monica whispered, reaching down between her legs for his huge prick. "I'll never tell a soul, you don't have to worry! And you can have it any time you want, Mr. Press, even if I'm working out there." She gestured to the lobby outside his office, where the booming voices from the movie could be heard. "All you gotta do is call me in your office, and I'll do anything you want, anything."

With the deft movements of a swinger far beyond her years, Monica had unzipped his fly while she talked and she now uncoiled his long, quivering prick. The blonde sucked in her breath. God, that was a giant! Monica quickly climbed off his lap and in one swift movement whipped off her t-shirt. Her plump tits sprang forth, their dusky nipples fat with excitement. Then she stripped her jeans off, and for a minute just stood before Press stark naked, her tawny flesh luminous with pure sex, her curly nest of cunt-hairs glistening with her juices. With lewd cunning, Monica cupped her tits in her fingers and rotated them, licking her lips at the stunned theater owner. In a grown woman, the lusty gestures might have been ridiculous, a satire on a porno movie. On a plump-titted, ripe-assed, golden-skinned young teenager, the teasing ritual was so tremendously exciting Press felt his cock leap, and a huge drop of precum dripped from his fist-sized cockhead.

"Want me to take your pants off?" Monica whispered, her eyes gleaming on his massive cock.

At last Press spoke. "I'll do it, Monica," he said in a hoarse croak. He stood up, talking while he stripped naked.

"Listen, honey, you can start work here tomorrow night, but, goddammit, one word of this and I'll be ruined! Understand? I've got enemies in this town, business rivals, and if they ever found out I screwed a young girl, it'll be my ass, my dick and my balls; got it?"

Monica nodded quickly, flushed with triumph. She was already letting in hordes of her boyfriends free, gorging herself with free candy and popcorn and pilfering from the cash register.

What really bothered Press as he stripped was not so much the fear of exposure with Monica. It was his violent, maddening hunger for his own luscious daughter, and once he got into a tight, juicy young cunt like Monica's, he'd be hooked on tender young pussy like a drug. And wouldn't be satisfied until he gave into every bizarre urge with his own sexy daughter. But as Press drank in Monica's ripe tits and softly rounded belly and plump, hot thighs, the entire police force of Rocky Harbour couldn't have torn him loose if they marched into his office right now with riot guns.

Now Monica practically pushed him back into his desk chair, and in the next movement dropped to her knees between his hairy thighs. She seized his throbbing meat in her tight fist and guided her lips onto it, moaning deep in her throat. And then began the blowjob of Press' life, a work of savage art that made every other blowjob he'd had seem like stale pussy in comparison. Even his own wife, no slouch when it came to sucking him off, couldn't match the fire and eagerness and sheer ravenous greed of the teenager's boiling mouth. Monica didn't just suck a man off. She used her imagination to its wanton hilt, ripping her teeth gently across the surface of his long prick to make him gasp in surprise, flicking her wet tongue across his cockhead like a lusty whip, jerking his cock in her fist all the while to coax his cum, nibbling, sucking, kissing, lapping, stinging Press' meat with every fiber of her sexy young flesh.

"Oh Christ, oh shit, oh wow, Monica!" groaned Press, dazed at the burning assault. She used her fiery lips and tongue like a silken mad cunt on his prick, bobbing and waving her head to roll his cock around her mouth. Press held her head in a tight grip, but it wasn't necessary to lunge with his hips. She was doing virtually all the work, and it was a pure labor of love for the hot little nympho.

Monica was a born cocksucker who discovered her natural gift four years earlier, when she greedily went down on one of her mother's boyfriends while her mother was out getting more liquor. From the moment the man shot off in her mouth, making her gag with his salty flood, Monica was hooked for eternity on oral sex. She lost her cherry a year later to the next-door neighbor, who also happened to be fucking Monica's mother, along with half the men in the block; from that moment on, it seemed that the budding blonde's entire life revolved around having something huge and hot in either her mouth, her pulsing pussy or her tingling asshole. She'd lost that cherry the same year, to still another neighbor. And when Monica went down on a man, she did it with the concentration of total genius. Her mind simply ceased to function, because her entire being was riveted to the thick, gorging meat filling her aching mouth.

Staring down at the young blonde in astonishment, Press felt his cum beginning to boil up in a tight knot in his loins. What an incredible little cocksucker! He had the shocking sensation he'd plugged his dick into an electric socket as Monica moaned and sucked and jerked on his brick-hard prick, intent only on getting Press' rocks off. The youngest pussy Press had ever had in his life was his own wife, at sixteen; while she was wild and eager and juicy, she didn't have the mad animal passion of Monica Glass, or the wanton skill, or the feverish, obscene joy of the moaning blonde. And even as Monica slid her ripe lips back and forth furiously on his cock, Press wondered if the lust-crazed nympho had ever made it with another girl, and the depraved image of the naked little blonde going down on his own daughter, June, flashed in his mind, and Press groaned and held onto Monica's head tightly as his cum began to spurt in fierce torrents into her throat.

A muffled scream of happiness erupted in Monica's mouth as the boiling cum gushed out at violent intervals. She gulped rapidly and expertly, milking his cock furiously in her hot fist, feeling that strange tremor, like a climax, race through her lips and tongue and throat. When there were only a few drops left to suck up, she quickly withdrew her lips and held his prick upright in her fist and darted her pink tongue out to scoop up each molten drop in a slow, lascivious ritual that brought a sharp gasp from Press' lips.

"Oh, shit, Monica, you're a hot, loving angel!" Press groaned, lifting her up by her armpits and placing her on his lap, facing him. She put her arms around his neck, exactly the way his daughter used to when she was younger, to cuddle innocently, but Monica rubbed her burning tits feverishly into his chest and undulated her dripping cunt on his limp prick.

"That was wild," Monica sighed, hugging his soft cock in her fingers, pressing it to her throbbing crotch. "Can I smoke a cigarette now, Mr. Press?"

"Call me Rip," he grinned, reaching beyond her to get a cigarette from his pack. He lit it and handed it to her, watching her inhale childishly. He felt his dick begin to stiffen sharply beneath her squirming, luscious pussy and hot stroking fingers.

Squeezing her silky moist tits in his fingers, Press realized he was now suddenly and thoroughly hooked on the little nympho. With that realization also came the sharp knowledge that he could have her any time and anywhere. She was so young and naive she thought being an usherette at the Tavern Point was glamorous, for Christ's sake, because she got to wear a flashy red uniform and let her friends in free. He knew she'd pilfer as much candy and popcorn and petty cash as she could get away with and the thought amused him. She'd steal maybe five-bucks' worth of popcorn and candy a night, let five or six friends in free, and pilfer perhaps four or five dollars a night. And she'd just given him a blowjob worth a million dollars in wild satisfaction, the hottest, most lascivious, hungriest blowjob of his entire life! He didn't tell Monica he'd have to fire someone else to make room for her, but that was no problem. The brunette who was getting married next month could go. Shit, he'd fire them all if he had to, to make room for this juicy little mink!

"Mmmmmmm," Monica purred, feeling his prick get hot and stiff against her eager cuntlips, "you're gonna spoil me, Mr. Press! Boys don't have cocks like this. A lot of men in this town don't either!"

"Call me Rip," he reminded her, wondering which men she'd fucked. Just in case it might pay to have knowledge like that. Although Press was well-liked by most of the businessmen in town, he had about a half-dozen enemies, mostly men whose wives he'd fucked. Fuck them, he thought dryly, that was their problem. If a man couldn't keep his wife satisfied in bed, she had a right to seek action elsewhere. Take his own sexy wife, for example. Press trusted his voluptuous wife to the hilt. And why not? He kept her serviced regularly, and over the years her demands had lessened. She was, after all, the perfect wife and mother, content, glowing with happiness, proud of her handsome family. If Press knew the truth at that moment as the luscious, naked teenage nympho moaned hotly on his lap and began guiding his thick, fleshy cock deep inside her sucking pussy, his erection would have toppled over like a drunken soldier.

His wife was indeed content, sexy, and glowing with happiness. But it had very little to do with her husband. It had everything to do with a ravishing young nurse she'd met one month before. As well as the nurse's boyfriend.


Press clutched Monica's ripe, throbbing tits in his fingers and gasped as the girl began to work her fiery cunt with wanton power. She slid up and down on his massive dick very slowly, dreamily, ooooh's and aaaah's and mmmmm's crooning in her throat. She was fantastically tight and slippery and hot, easing more of his long prick into her slit by gradual degrees, grinding her sweating ass lewdly on his hairy thighs each time she eased down.

"Hey, Daddy!" she sobbed. "it's wiiild! Jeez, I love a big hot prick! Aaaah, yessss, unnnnf!"

Again as Press stared at her smooth, angelic face he marveled at what a terrific fuck she was at her age. If she was this passionate and sensuous and eager at her tender age, what would she be like five years? She reeked with animal sex now, beads of sweat dotting her golden skin, her hot lush tits heaving faster, her boiling cunt starting to gush honey in a flood of rising lust all over his cock. She was barely a girl but, Christ, did she know how to work her wild pussy! Now Monica was gently swinging her hips back and forth so that his burning cock rubbed mad thrills against her cunt walls, one hand reaching down behind her to tickle his balls while she rode his prick. Then the moaning blonde suddenly switched to a side-to-side motion, gripping more of his dick in her hotly sucking slit. And with raw desire, Press was craning his neck down to suck on one of her satiny tits, his blood pounding and singing with excitement. His own daughter couldn't possibly be as wild and wanton a piece of ass as Monica, being a cherry, and in all truth she wasn't as sexy in an animal way, but June was lovelier, more delicate, sexy in an almost spiritual way. Screwing June would be like screwing an angel of love.

But the madly moaning, feverishly panting blonde on his lap was an angel of pure lust, born to suck and fuck and tease and excite and thrill. Now Press clutched her ripe ass in his fingers and deliberately tickled her asshole to see her response. Monica went into a frenzy.

"Daddy, stick your finger up there! Hurry! Oooooh! Wiggle it around, oh wow, yesss, mmm, shit, love it! Agh!"

And in the next moment Press felt as if he were trying to hold a crazed animal on his lap. Monica was abruptly whipping her burning cunt up and down on his prick in a fever of excitement, clawing his bare back with her sharp nails, sinking her teeth into his shoulder, her cunt-honey streaming like wet fire onto his groin. When Monica started cumming, she didn't play around.

Originally, the naked blonde planned to leisurely ride his huge cock in a slow journey of lust, milking all the pleasure she could out of the position first. Since she was on top, she had total control over her own thrills; the teenager wasn't used to enormous pricks like the theater owner's, getting most of her action with schoolboys. But the instant he'd touched her sensitive asshole, Monica began to explode with raw passion. The first time she'd been raped in her tender ass, she thought she'd die of pure agony. But then, as she grew accustomed to the blazing mass of meat in her narrow asshole, the searing pressure sparked strange thrills in her bowels, spreading rapidly outward to her seething loins. And then she'd learned to crave it, able to climax madly with a stiff cock up her tawny ass. There was very little in the world of obscene pleasure that Monica hadn't experienced. With men, that is.

As far as other girls were concerned, Monica was still a cherry. She was so obsessed with cocks, the thought simply never occurred to her that she might enjoy sex with other girls, that pussies could be as enjoyable, and even more delicious, than pricks. But her day of awakening wasn't very far off. Ramming a finger deep into her churning asshole and wriggling it as Monica pumped her frantic hot slit lustfully on his prick, Press groaned with intense excitement. Her juicy little cunt was beginning to suck at his cock like a ferocious suction pump, and her silky tits and sharp teeth and lush ass seemed to be everywhere at once, sweating, jerking, rubbing, craving his hot cum with urgency. Now Press was gritting his teeth and holding his breath as Monica's wild pussy thrashed to a maddening rhythm, gushing her excited juices over his prick like a boiling spray, and the next moment his loins exploded. Hot spurts of cum spattered deep into the girl's frenzied slit, and Monica crushed her tits to his face and went into spasms of lewd bliss, a clawing, wild-eyed mass of velvet fire. Slowly, her twitching cunt relaxed, but the blonde continued to shudder and moan on his lap, hugging his soft prick fiercely in her tight pussy.

"Hey, I liked that!" Monica whispered, flicking her tongue-tip in his ear. "How was I, okay, Mr. Press?"

He sighed. No matter how many times he told her Rip, she was going to call him that, because he was her boss now. What the hell, he didn't mind. In fact he loved it when she called him Daddy in the throes of excitement, knowing whose luscious cunt and ripe ass he really craved.

"You were terrific, Monica," he groaned as she clamped her dripping slit powerfully on his limp cock. "Tell me something, honey: did you ever make it with another girl?"

She suddenly stiffened and stared at him directly, her lustrous green eyes filled with scorn. "Hell, no! What do you think I am, Mr. Press? I don't go in for that weird stuff! I might be a little cock-crazy, but I draw the line right there."

"I just wondered, that's all," Press said casually as the blonde climbed off his lap. She got a Kleenex from his desk-top and fastidiously dabbed at her pussy, a mere child, he realized with a shock, but with enough fervent passion to shame most hungry women.

Then Monica frowned, as if thinking of something for the first time. She looked into Press' eyes.

"Um, who did you have in mind?" she asked curiously. "I mean, I don't do things like that, but, you know, I might just try it once, for kicks, just to see what it's like. They say you never know until you try. Now if it's some old hag, forget it! But if it's a really good-looking girl, sexy, you know, I might just think about it."

Press licked his lips, not having the nerve to mention his daughter's name. If that story ever got out!

"Just a very pretty girl I know," he said hoarsely, staring at Monica's plump, silky asscheeks. "A young girl, like you."

"Like June," she grinned, her eyes cunning with knowledge. It wasn't hard to see what was on his mind. Hell, June was beautiful, but everyone knew she was a Miss Goody-Goody, thought her little pussy was plated with gold it was so precious.

His face turned beet-red and he averted his eyes. Goddamn the smart little bitch! How could she be so sharp at her age? When it came to school exams, Monica could barely make it, largely because all that stuff bored her, having nothing to do with the practical realities of life, like sucking and fucking and eating and movies. But when it came to naked passion, she could tell what went on in most people's minds, especially adults like Mr. Press, who thought they were so cool about it. Christ, all you had to do was look into their eyes when they talked in circles like that. The theater owner was a mirror, for all practical purposes. Monica felt his wild excitement when she'd called him Daddy, felt his big prick leap and quiver inside her like a rocket taking off. Besides, she had a hunch most men wanted to fuck their daughters anyway, especially if they were sweet and sexy, like June. Monica was very cynical for her age but she saw nothing wrong with giving men what they wanted, as long as she got what she wanted in return.

"I wouldn't mind making it with a gorgeous girl like June," she told Press in a soft voice, deliberately turning sideways and tracing a finger up along the crack of her ripe curved asscheeks. That turned him on like a five-hundred-watt bulb! Like most men his age, Monica could tell he was an ass-freak when it came to little girls like herself.

Press gulped, feeling a fresh rush of blood in his raw prick. Cunning little vixen! Christ, she knew how to turn a man on, hook him like a hungry fish!

"But June would never go for it, would she, Mr. Press?"

He reached over and seized Monica's tender asscheeks in his fingers, loving the hot flesh, his cock rising like a flag at dawn. "She might," he whispered. "Not if I suggest it, of course," he added quickly. "But if you sort of, well, come on to her very gently."

Now Monica turned her back to Press, stroking her ass lasciviously and bending over, a gesture so obscenely exciting Press was rock-hard for the third time in an hour, something he hadn't been able to do in years.

As wild and wanton and eager as the teenager was, the theater owner still felt awkward with her. How in the hell did you tell a mere child like this that you were dying to see her suck your own daughter off? Or that you desperately wanted to fuck her in her beautiful young ass? But it was the diabolical little nympho who always put it in words, using the precise vulgar terminology that made Press so embarrassed.

"I can handle June," Monica promised, weaving her naked ass so lustfully in front of him now that Press was tempted to kiss it. "Going down on a sexy girl like her doesn't faze me," Monica added with nonchalance. "Can I work the box office too, Mr. Press? And the candy counter sometimes?"

"Anything," Press whispered hoarsely. He tickled her tiny puckered asshole with his fingertip and his prick quivered violently. By now he was so addicted to her juicy young flesh and soft curves, Press would have let her count the night's receipts and make the bank deposit if she'd asked. So she'd steal whatever she could, so what? Press knew for a statistical fact that seven out of ten people who handled cash stole from the till. Those weren't his figures, they were provided by a national spying service for supermarkets and department stores and businesses like his own.

If anyone was going to pilfer the candy and receipts, it might as well be this lust-inspired, hot-pussied, juicy-assed cock-sucking little angel! She'd steal five bucks and think it was a fortune, while the obscene pleasure Monica gave him was priceless. But he couldn't tell her to just go ahead and take the money; she had to steal it herself, for that peculiar thrill they always got, like a miniature orgasm. Now as Press toyed with her luscious ass, his prick pounding and leaping with wild impatience, he searched for the delicate words to tell this adorable nympho he wanted to ravage her succulent rump. Sensing his hesitation, Monica beat him to the punch again, never one to mince words.

"If you wanna fuck me in the ass, Mr. Press, it'll be easier if I hunch over your desk!"

Again the shock from the way a child like her could so casually toss around phrases that would make the ears of most adults burn. But the way Monica did it, it was not only perfectly natural, it was strangely beautiful...

Monica quickly positioned herself by bending forward so that her naked tits and forearms rested on his desk-top, while her plump ass jutted out in obscene invitation. She undulated her cheeks in a dance of sensuous lust, her asshole tingling with sharp anticipation.

"Don't worry about hurting me," she moaned. "I love it this way, Mr. Press! Especially with a monster like yours! Just ram it home and park it there! And hurry up, please, 'cause I'm hot! Mmmmm, every inch now, go ahead!"

Standing behind her, Press spread her satiny asscheeks in his hands so that her tiny asshole was fully exposed, helpless and vulnerable between their golden mounds. He placed his blazing cockhead squarely against her asshole and took a deep breath. Then he slammed forward in a brutal thrust that caused the girl to cry out in surprise. Press gasped.

"Oooooooh, shit, Monica, that is a... mmmmmmf!... hot juicy ass, baby! Ahhhhh, you're so tight and wild... unnng!"

"Love it like this," Monica panted, sliding her boiling tunnel lustfully back and forth on his long cock. It burned and stung and throbbed inside her squirming bowels, sparking the strange excitement she'd learned to love at the feel of a swollen prick rammed deep up her ass. She could feel his huge cockhead in the very pit of her stomach, a ball of lewd desire.

Now the blonde began to sob and claw at his desk as Press started fucking her to a savage tempo, groaning and panting with wild excitement, his hands gripping her soft ass-flesh and his head reared back, his prick lunging urgently in her boiling ass. With her usual direct singleness of purpose, the feverish teenager wriggled and clamped and squeezed her juicy asshole on his prick with only one goal in mind: to feel his boiling cum spurt deep inside her tender ass.

"Fan... unnnnng!... tastic asshole, Monica!" Press gasped, pistoning savagely inside her. Whatever ideas he might have held about prolonging the fiery thrills of her tight burning crack suddenly crumbled beneath the onslaught of her hot thrashing flesh.

Now Monica was in a white heat of lust, pounding her fists on his desk and pumping her gorged asshole madly on his prick, going wild as his first torrent of cum spattered her tingling insides.

"Oh Jeez, it's great!" she raved. "Hot dick up my ass! Ooooooo, yesssss, fuck it harder, faster... aaaagh!"

Again she gave him the feeling that she was sucking the blood from his veins as her feverish asshole sucked the cum from his loins, whipping it out of his bursting cock in violent spasms, sending fierce thrills tearing through his meat. And there was no doubt in Press' dazed mind that this was the last of his load, the final spurt in his ball-tingling, cock-ripping orgy with the insatiable teenager. His limp prick felt like chopped liver as he slipped it out of her hot trembling ass, with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Slowly, Monica stood up, her tits heaving with her lingering excitement. The wall clock in his office said ten-thirty, and Monica had a late date with her current steady. A steady to Monica meant that she'd gone with him for three nights now, but she didn't let him interfere with her other action. He was the captain of the high-school football team, hung like a gorilla and with an inexhaustible supply of stamina.

Personally, she preferred older men like Mr. Press, because he at least had brains and his own business, but a girl had to keep her pussy happy, too; since it took her date almost an hour to get his rocks off, Monica's endlessly throbbing pussy would sleep happily tonight. Along with her sultry, tingling mouth, and her hotly glowing asshole. They dressed, while Press explained her job to her. She would rotate positions from the box office to the candy counter to the theater itself, until she learned all three routines. No smoking in the auditorium itself, although the kids smoked grass during the movie, regardless. If they didn't put their joints out, threaten to call the police, which they never did, short of a riot. No excessive howling, feet-stomping, beer-drinking or throwing popcorn boxes at the screen would be tolerated. Press gave Monica a thick stack of free tickets to pass out to her friends, and her eyes lit up with childish glee. He was astonished that the angel-faced teenager could suck and fuck like a swinger twice her age, with far more wanton passion, and still delight in such childish things as free movie passes. But, he realized with awe, she was a child except when it came to sex; even in her spasms of raw lust, there was something movingly childish in her frenzied enthusiasm, her girlish but still obscene joy.

"About June," he stammered when Monica was ready to leave.

"Oh I'll take care of that," Monica said bluntly, with a lewd grin. "I know her well enough. to call her up and ask her out for a milkshake, to gossip about boys. I mean, Mr. Press, June knows about my reputation, but she's not a snotty bitch about it! I think she envies me a little," she added with a giggle.

Still Press hesitated. How would she go about it if she'd never made it with a girl?

Monica replied to that one with a look of pure disdain in her shining green eyes.

"Well, jeez, Mr. Press, I'm not a dummy! I know what makes a girl hot, you know. I'll turn June on, don't you worry about that! And then, when we're really tight together, I'll talk to her about you, I mean, I'll fix it so we can all three party together. Okay?"

Press stared at the adolescent with a sort of dazed respect. Her confidence was downright amazing; she didn't see the slightest thing wrong about any of it, making it with a girl for the first time, then turning the girl on to her own father so all three of them could swing!

"You're a hell of a girl, you know that, Monica?" he said, caressing her plump ass through her jeans.

Monica grinned impishly at him, rubbing her palm over his crotch. "I get around, Mr. Press," she quipped, and then was out of his office, her ass bouncing merrily through the lobby.

Press closed his office door and sank into his desk chair, lighting a cigarette. There was a hot glow in his loins, a feeling of profound satisfaction he hadn't had in years, in spite of all the eager pussy he'd gotten on the side.

There was simply no substitute for a teenage nympho. Unless it was his own teenage daughter, he added silently.

He wasn't at all concerned that Monica would babble it around. She was much, much sharper than he'd originally thought. She looked dumb, but she was cunning almost beyond belief. It was as if the frantic little mink had read his mind about June! For a very brief instant, Press felt a sharp twinge of guilt. Shit, here he had a lovely, faithful wife, a healthy, handsome son and a ravishingly beautiful young daughter, who was still a virgin, and what was he doing while they pursued their clean-cut, trusting paths through life? He was fucking a young girl in her ripe mouth, wild little pussy and deliciously tight asshole. On top of which, he was trying to get the girl to seduce his own daughter so all three of them could have an orgy!

But any guilt Press felt was quickly washed away beneath a flood of feverish anticipation over June and Monica. Like most men, Press lived with a number of assumptions which he took blandly for granted: That his sexy wife was faithful, his lovely daughter was still a virgin, and that his son was a wholesome chip off the old block, a macho stud like his dad, but still a nice, healthy kid. Such assumptions could be very treacherous, as the theater owner would soon discover to his shocked dismay.

His wife just happened to be having torrid affair with a sultry nurse and the nurse's hot-blooded boyfriend. His lovely daughter was no longer a cherry, because she was, on this very night, in the process of losing it to the wholesome chip off the old block-his own son. When the lid finally ripped off the whole shattering series of obscene events, none of them would ever be the same. Especially his darling daughter.


It was generally conceded by everyone in town that June Press was a beautiful girl. Not outrageously sexy, like Monica, but with a classic figure that would someday blossom into a knockout of the pin-up variety. Slender, but with proud, lush tits, a narrow waist, a magnificently curved ass, long tapered legs, and a face that was so wholesome and pure it belonged in a church.

But June's inner thoughts were not quite suitable for a church. For one thing, her natural, healthy passion was coming rapidly to the surface as her luscious body began to develop.

Glands had a way of being very earthy instead of spiritual. For another, June was sharply aware that her own brother had been eyeing her openly the past few months; the immense bulge in his tight Levi's was embarrassingly obvious. Dan had a very macho reputation with girls at the age of twenty-two and, like his father, he was ruggedly handsome. June knew for a fact that he was fucking at least three eager girls steadily, and the knowledge both disturbed her deeply and excited her. It even made her jealous.

Finally, the thing that irked June most of all was a sharp, nagging curiosity about sex. She'd gotten all the standard warnings about pregnancy and venereal disease, and she'd known at the age of eight that babies weren't delivered by United Parcel, and she even knew a great deal, technically, about fucking, mainly from books. But that didn't do a goddamn thing for her hungry pussy.

June had begun masturbating just six months before to relieve that intense, soaring ache in her virgin slit. A great many boys asked her for dates but she flatly turned most of them down. Boys bored the hell out of her. If June were asked to pick out an ideal man she would have unhesitatingly chosen her own rugged father, along with a great many other girls her age. In her psychology class at school, she found out that was a normal phase of her development.

Because society imposed certain taboos on having sex with your own father, and also because the young girl had no way of know her father had his wild erotic fantasies about her, June's roving eyes fell upon the next best thing. Her brother, Dan.

Not only did Dan look like their father, a younger, more macho version, but June had secretly adored him since she could remember. This too was perfectly normal, she'd discovered in psychology class. Big brothers were protective and smart and cool father-substitutes. It was strange how psychology class seemed to teach everything but how to lose your hot cherry to someone who really turned you on. Like your father or your brother. And no matter how hot and restless June got, no matter how feverishly her pussy throbbed and ached each night as she anxiously lay awake in her bed, finger-fucking herself in desperation, boys still bored the hell out of her. They were stupid, clumsy oafs compared to her suave father and cool brother. She felt a closeness, a warmth with both of them she'd never felt with those awkward assholes who dated her and tried to squeeze her tits and thighs.

Dan knew. The way her brother looked at her sometimes, his eyes hot and frustrated, drinking in her ripe tits and sleek legs, June knew that he wanted her just as passionately as she wanted him. But he wouldn't dare, not with his own sister. Christ, if Mom or Dad ever found out, their whole secure world would come crashing down. They were, after all, a very close-knit, happy family, a morally conscious family. Such was the tender innocence of a girl her age.

On this particular night, Dan was at home for a change, instead of out playing pool or drinking beer or fucking one of his numerous girlfriends in the back of his plush van. At dinner he casually mentioned he was going to laze around for the night, probably catch up on sleep. Their father would be managing the theater, a job he alternated with Dan. And their mother would be playing bridge with that new couple she talked so much about, that stunning nurse and her good-looking boyfriend. She played an awful lot of bridge lately, thought June. Almost every night.

Which left June at home with her brother. June mentioned she had a lot of homework to catch up on, and this drew a sharp glance from Dan.

It was now 9p and June knew Dan was in his room, possibly sleeping. Since he rarely came home before three or four in the morning, sometimes not at all, June was often tempted to wonder just how strenuous her brother's sex drive was. She knew one thing for certain: his prick was colossal. She hadn't seen it in the flesh yet, but you could see the immense outline in his tight Levi's. And the thought of it now, as she stripped naked and wrapped a towel around her succulent curves, filled her with both profound excitement and healthy fear.

June's mind was made up. She was going to lose her cherry tonight, and it was going to be to her own hung brother. She was damn sick and tired of masturbating night after night, imagining herself being blissfully rammed by her father or her brother, fantasies that tormented her daily now that she was ripe to the point of bursting. She tossed her long dark-blonde hair behind her and padded into the hallway, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her own brother! And so handsome, so loving to her over the years, only a brother's love of course, but as long as she was going to have to lose her cherry sooner or later she'd at least keep it in the family. Outside his door, she paused, listening. His light was out, she could tell. Nothing, not a sound. She knocked softly and waited. Nothing. Then she opened the door and slipped inside Dan's room. He was awake in the semi-darkness, his cigarette glowing as he lay sprawled on the bed. He was naked, and even in the dim light she could see his prick was gigantically hard, looming above him like a small flagpole.

"Hi, Sis," he said, grinning. "I had a hunch you were coming. I've been waiting a long time for this, June. Like two, three years maybe." He patted the bed beside him. "Bring it over here, honey. I won't bite."

The arrogant bastard! No wonder girls flipped over him, his manner so cool and casual, his grin so easy and charming. And his cock so big! Panting nervously, June came over to the bed and sat on the edge, hugging the towel to her lush tits. His hand came out and slowly stroked the silken flesh of her naked thighs, creeping up beneath the towel.

"Don't be nervous, baby," he murmured. "You're still a cherry, aren't you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "If Mom or Dad find out, it's going to be hell, Dan. But, Jesus H. Christ, I've dreamed about this for months!"

"Me too," he said hoarsely. "Hey, honey, they won't find out."

He untied the towel and gently stripped it off her naked body and pulled his sister down beside him. Then he reached over and switched on his bedside lamp. June blinked her eyes, startled.

"Why'd you do that!" she demanded.

He leaned over her, his eyes burning with lust, raking over her silky full tits and sensuously rounded belly, down to her fine tangle of cunt hairs and sleek thighs. He'd watched his little sister ripen into a fantastically sexy girl over the years, and he couldn't count the number of times he'd fucked other moaning girls and pretended it was luscious June screaming with joy as he pounded his massive prick deep into their soaked cunts.

"I turned on the light because I want to see every detail, Sis. Every hot inch of that gorgeous body. I've had a hardon for you since you were thirteen, baby. If you knew how many times that beautiful ass of yours drove me crazy around the house, how many times I shot off in my pants, thinking about you, you wouldn't believe it."

"Will it hurt, Dan?" she whispered, wide-eyed.

"Only for a minute or so. Then... wham!" He grinned broadly, pinching one of her hot rosy nipples to make her whimper with excitement. "Then it'll be sheer heaven, Sis. Hang on now, 'cause I'm gonna wet you down." Before she could ask what he meant he kissed her on the mouth with ferocious lust, squeezing her satiny tits in his fingers. Then he inched down to suck on each of her heaving tits in turn, one hand slipping down to her juicy cunt. She was dripping with desire, and he knew he didn't have to eat her pussy to get her juices flowing, but she was a cherry and she was his own loving sister, so she deserved the best. The truth was, Dan wasn't crazy about going down on girls, but on rare occasions he couldn't resist the urge. Whenever he got a particularly luscious young piece, fiercely passionate and so aroused their panties were soaked through before he even began the heavy action, Dan would go down on it like a ravenous wolf.

In almost every case, the girl reminded him of June in some way. Now that he had the real thing naked and panting and madly worked up, he was going to feast on it first before he cracked her hot little cherry. But the major reason Dan slipped his hand down to her throbbing pussy while he sucked on her deliciously ripe tits, was for a preview of coming attractions. He had no intention of finger-fucking his sister, although she jerked her pulsing cunt up in a feverish plea. He only wanted to wet his fingers down so he could slip his hand back up and furtively sniff it, a precaution he'd learned the hard way.

More than one hotly sexy young thing who looked like she dripped sweet nectar had turned out to have a pussy that smelled like last month's mackerel dinner. And tasted worse. Some of the wild young chicks breezing happily around town and fucking every good-looking stud in sight didn't realize what feminine hygiene was, that you had to wash that thing out once in a while, especially if you gave it to a different guy every night. Not that he was worried about June, but he was curious about what he was going to dip his tongue into anyway; as he sniffed at his soaked fingers, his nostrils filled with delicious cunt fragrance. He quickly stopped sucking on her lush tits and began trailing his mouth down over her panting belly, clutching her hot ass in his hands to lift it up off the mattress slightly. Hunched between his little sister's trembling thighs, Dan stared directly into the rosiest, most kissable cunt he'd ever seen. Tiny, irresistibly cute, gently sucking like a coyly beckoning pair of lips, glistening with hot honey, his sister's cherry cunt was a perfect rosebud of passion. And by God, he was going to be the first stud to ever lap it and love it and fuck it with his rock-hard dick.

Trembling and panting, her thighs widespread, June softly jerked her ass, waiting in agonizing suspense. She didn't really know what to expect, and it seemed strange to her innocent mind that her brother simply didn't plunge his immense cock into her and get it over with. The loss of her virginity was supposed to be painful, at least that's what she'd read and heard from other schoolgirls. Of course she'd read about oral sex too, but reading about something and experiencing it directly were two flagrantly different issues. As she found out in the next moment when a piercing wet thrill shot into her tender cunt like a bolt of lustful lightning.

"Ooooooooh! Oh Dan! Oh darling! Oh Jesus! Whoooeeee! Unnnnngh! Eeeeee! Oh it's... it's tooo muuuucccch!"

Quickly, June locked her burning thighs to his face, twined her fingers into his hair and began fucking his mouth with unashamed glory.

The only experience the young girl had with orgasms up to now had been from finger-fucking herself. To say that having a long greedy tongue whipping into her silken pussy was tremendously exciting was putting it crudely. The girl was suddenly cumming in great violent gushes of honey, her cunt spasming with breathtaking joy as her brother devoured her boiling slit with raw hunger. And June was every bit as hot and delicious as she looked, pure loving cunt grinding to his mouth, sweet little-sister cries of rapture ringing in his ears, madly burning thighs crushing his head, almost suffocating him. What a way to go! But Dan was so savagely aroused from eating out his beautiful young sister, he knew he had to get his rocks off soon or cum all over the mattress. Sixty-nine, whether she liked it or not, he decided.

Still keeping his hotly sucking mouth riveted to her gushing pussy, he swiveled his husky body around in reverse, placing a folded knee on each side of her head so that his huge cock loomed over her face.

So fiercely excited was the girl, she didn't need any explanation or coaxing. There was a giant drop of thin clear precum oozing out of his fat cockhead. Still lunging her hips wildly and rubbing her exploding cunt to his face, June clutched his hot cock eagerly in her fist and rammed it into her mouth with a muffled cry of wanton desire.

Her first taste of cum, a mere few drops in her mouth, sparked an almost hysterical greed for more in the young virgin. She began sucking her brother's massive cock ravenously, battering her throat in her eagerness, still cumming in Dan's mouth in wild torrents of cunt-honey. June took to sixty-nine the way an eagle takes to flying, leaping from the cliff of her inhibitions into a lustful new world of savage delight. And while her brother took pride in his staying power, able to hold back his load at will with any girl, resisting the hottest of pussies to make them cum again and again, his prick was rapidly quivering and swelling in June's fiery mouth.

Brother and sister rocked feverishly in sixty-nine now, his tongue still lapping hungrily in her juicy depths while she moaned and squirmed and issued muffled screams of excitement as his enormous cock fucked her mouth. June's sharp awareness that this wasn't just any hardon ripping into her mouth, that it wasn't just any stud sucking her thrilled pussy, but her own handsome brother, the sleek, powerful and beautifully hung boy of her wildest erotic dreams, made the whole episode twice as obscene and passionate. She felt what almost all girls felt who surrendered to their own brothers and fathers; a delicious feeling of guilt, a hot shame over doing something terribly forbidden, and loving every minute of it.

Unable to hold back his knot of boiling cum any longer, Dan began erupting in her mouth. Now June sank her fingernails into her brother's hard ass and gagged as the thick salty flood exploded in her lips, spurted in great wads against her throat until she thought she was drowning in hot cum. She gulped frantically, but still he shot off, wave after wave of thick cum spurting violently, triggering the wildest climax she'd had yet.

They climaxed in each other's mouths in hot, thrilling torrents until Dan, feeling half-suffocated from her burning thighs locked madly to his head, tore his lips away and slipped his cock out before June could ravage it in her crazed excitement. The girl kept jerking her hips in a dazed, mechanical rhythm, incoherent moans rolling from her lips. She licked the roof of her mouth to savor the last residue of his salty cum.

"Mad hot stuff," groaned Dan, heaving for breath. He wiped at the sticky cunt-juice smearing his cheeks. "Delicious, Sis, your pussy is pure honey. Your mouth is something else too!"

June moaned and reached for his semi-limp prick, grasping it greedily in her fingers. Dan was ordinarily capable of cumming three times in rapid succession, and six times in a single night with a hot, eager girl.

With a sexy knockout like his own little sister, he knew he'd be good for more than that; when he was horny, his prick never really went down, it just drooped at half-mast for a few minutes. This time it was gorged with blood in less than sixty seconds as June stroked it in her hot fist.

She was thoroughly primed now, anxious to lose her cherry to her brother. But she wanted to postpone it for a few minutes, because an eerie curiosity was nagging at her mind and flesh, a strange excitement about her brother's strenuous sex life. When Dan started to climb on top of her, she shook her head quickly, still pumping his throbbing cock in her fist, but slowly, lasciviously, never wanting to let go of the thick hot meat.

"Not yet," June panted, licking her lips. "Let's talk for a few minutes, honey. How many other girls have you got? That you're screwing on a regular basis, I mean."

He stared at her, surprised. Most chicks were jealous about things like that, getting mad if you talked about your other conquests. But his little sister's eyes shone with burning curiosity, and her ripe flesh trembled eagerly. There was a certain type of girl who got feverishly turned on by hearing about his other action, and they were always the type who fell madly in love with him after he'd fucked them, so much so he had an embarrassing time getting rid of them later. Dan was not sharp on the subject of psychology, but he knew his little sister already had a crush on him; she definitely fell into that category of chick whose cunt would throb wildly when he told her about his other girls, but if that's what she wanted to hear to work herself up, shit, he'd be glad to oblige.

"Right now I'm only screwing three on a steady basis," he told June, lighting a cigarette. "Two are pretty good, one is fantastically hot and wild."

Her tits heaved with soaring excitement. "Is she pretty? Do I know her, Dan? Do you fuck her in the mouth too?"

He grinned, squeezing one of her lush breasts to make her shiver and moan. "Yeah, she's very pretty. And she gives a terrific blowjob, but I don't go down on her. I reserve that privilege for sexy little sisters like you."

"Will you teach me how to give a good blowjob?" June asked eagerly, stroking his stiff cock faster now. "How about other girls you've fucked, Dan? What's the oldest one you've ever had? And the youngest? What's your favorite screwing position?"

"Hey, ease up," he laughed. "What the fuck is this, twenty questions?"

June crawled down to hug his pounding prick between her luscious tits, her eyes gleaming up at him. "Tell me," she whispered, rubbing her hot tits lewdly to his cock. "Every wild detail, Dan! Come on, honey, I'm getting super-hot!"

He rubbed the soles of his feet into her ripe silken ass as he talked, making gentle fucking movements against her burning tits.

"Okay, Sis. Yeah, I'll give you some tips on giving a wild blowjob." He frowned, thinking, remembering the hottest one he'd ever had. It was by Monica, the little nympho who was, an artist at it, all fiery mouth and whipping tongue. "First, you've got to take your time, tease it for a couple minutes with your lips and tongue. Use your teeth, but carefully, damnit. Then you vary the pressure of your mouth as you suck it off, tight then soft. Flick your tongue-tip against the head, too. Then you dip your mouth down and kiss and tongue and suck on my balls, see? Variety, that's the secret, Sis." Her ripe hot tits were sweating profusely now, and June was hugging his prick tightly between them. She may have been too innocent to know what tit-fucking was, but she was doing it like an expert, rubbing lustfully, squeezing their silken heat tightly against his pounding prick, moving her swollen mounds back and forth obscenely on his meat while she listened intently.

"Who gave it to you?" she asked curiously.

"Monica Glass," he grinned. "You know her, sexy little blonde, mother screws everything in pants while Monica eats everything that moves."

"I know her," June nodded, her pussy throbbing furiously now to soak the mattress beneath her. She was tremendously aroused as she listened to her brother's sex-talk, but she was wallowing in hot anticipation now, prolonging the suspense as she dreamily tit-fucked his huge cock. "I like Monica, too," she added. "Maybe she's a tramp but at least she's honest about it, not like the other stuck-up bitches at school. What about the oldest woman you've ever screwed, Dan? Who was she?"

He was sweating now, his prick brick-hard with impatience. Christ, what beautiful tits June had! Naked, she was so sexy and silky and ripe curved he was tempted to shoot off between her gorgeous mounds. Save it for her cherry, he told himself; her luscious ass, the most sensuous, provocative ass he'd ever seen, and he'd seen more than his fair share of naked butts.

"She was forty-one," Dan said, recalling the statuesque town librarian. "Miss Parisis, the librarian."

June gasped. "That old bag!"

"Old bag, my ass," Dan grinned. "When she lets her hair down, takes off those goddamn binoculars she calls glasses and strips naked, she's all woman, believe me, Sis. And her pussy is as hot and tight as any young chick's; what she knows about sex would blow your mind. She got it all from books, I think," he added thoughtfully. "She reads a lot. She asked me to help her with her files one night after the library closed. Two solid hours of sucking and fucking... mmmm!"

June was extremely hot now, and eager tiny tremors rippled through her tight cunt in anticipation. Still she worked her feverish tits lewdly on his quivering prick, teasing herself just a little bit longer, secretly thrilled and turned on by her handsome brother's sex-prowess.

"And the youngest?" she whispered.

"Ava Simms, last year. I busted her cherry for her and she went crazy with excitement. Cute little ass, too."

"Did you fuck her there?" June asked, fascinated.

"What do you think, Sis?" he laughed.

"Will you fuck me there, Dan? Every wild inch of your cock up there, please?" she pleaded wantonly. She knew the answer when she saw his gleaming eyes, and rushed on to her final question.

"What's your favorite position?." whispered June.

"Now that I'll show you, Sis, but if you keep rubbing your fabulous tits on my cock I'm gonna get my rocks off all over them in about ten seconds!"

Quickly, the horny virgin released his massive cock from her tingling breasts. Not that she didn't want her brother's boiling cum spurting all over her tits, the idea generated a wild excitement in her blood. But it was her fiercely throbbing pussy that craved it first.

Dan showed her the position, dog-style, and his little sister moved down toward the edge of the bed, hunched over on her elbows and knees with her silky ass jutting out, already weaving eagerly.

Dan got off the bed with his long prick bristling. He stood behind the edge of the bed, his prick aimed at her tiny pink pussy, which glistened and pulsated beneath her naked cheeks, a luscious rosebud framed by delicately curly cunt-hairs.

He gripped her trembling ass in one hand and held it firm. Then he placed the giant cockhead of his dick against her hotly throbbing cuntlips, and slowly, carefully, he eased his cockhead inside.


"Oooooh, Dan," moaned June, trembling from head to toe with excitement, "that's big! Unnmmm, but good, honey, oh so hot and goood, aaaah! Ouch! Easy! Ooooo! Aaaargh! Eeee! H-hurts, honey!"

"Only for a minute, baby," gasped her brother. He held both her satiny asscheeks tightly in his hands now, working his enormous prick in by degrees, sucking in his breath at her delicious, burning tightness. Sweet loving pussy! His little sister had a live wild animal there, shuddering and squirming and boiling on his gently pumping cock, coming awake like a volcano beginning to fire up.

He swung his hips to a slow, powerful rhythm, preferring this position so he could play with her plump ass and admire its sexy curves. He could also watch her slippery cunt swallow up his dick, which was now covered with her cherry-blood. Standing with legs spread wide behind her kneeling body, Dan began pistoning faster and slightly harder, hot thrills racing through his cock and balls from her fiery, sucking slit.

"Hey, Sis, that's... mmmmf!... hot loving cunt, honey! Aaaaah, baby, wanna do it all night! Aaaah, so tight!"

Then, magically, the pain was gone in June's steaming crack, and ripples of pleasure were spreading outward, to the tips of her swollen nipples and the soles of her tingling feet as her brother's brick-hard prick gorged her pussy. Each time he lunged forward, his meat created a delicious friction against her cunt-walls that made her pant and tremble feverishly.

Deep, wild moans came from June's throat now as she started to climax in molten waves of lust. She swung back to meet his huge prick, grinding her naked ass lewdly to his bushy crotch with each thrust, clawing at the mattress beneath her to vent her rising passion.

"Oh, Dan, darling, honey, big brother, oooo! Your big hot prick, so beautiful! Unnngh! Gonna cum, brother! You too! Hurry, shoot it in me, oh God, HURRY!"

As tempted as he was to release his control and spurt his load deep inside her juicy cunt, Dan deliberately held back. Shit, girls didn't flip over him for his looks and his huge dick alone. He stayed with them so they could cum in mad gushes of bliss, fucked them until they either begged for mercy or fainted with excitement or went into savage spasms of lust, unable to stop climaxing. Which was happening to his screaming little sister now as she streamed pussy-juice over the length of his bloody prick, swinging her ass to a furious tempo, still unable to get his long cock into the hilt but battering herself brutally as she tried. Dan concentrated on fucking her to a steady, powerful rhythm, ignoring her sobs and cries for his cum. Any jerk could cum in two minutes flat. Experience had taught him it wasn't necessarily the size of your dick that really counted, but it sure helped! , or even how you used it, it was how long you could keep the thing rock-hard and working like a piledriver, so your girl could get her rocks off again and again and again, until she was hysterical with happiness. And that was why they followed him around like puppy-dogs afterward and wrote him gushing love-notes and wrote obscene praise about him in the girl's bathroom at school and at various hangouts around town. When it came down to the nitty-gritty of sex, good looks in a man didn't mean jack-shit, he was fond of telling his buddies who envied him. Neither did the size of your whopper, at least not too much.

Stamina was the secret, raw staying power, because most girls were left high and dry, on the verge of a tremendous orgasm just when their rabbity partners selfishly shot their loads. It took time for a girl to really work herself up to a feverish pitch of lust, most of the time, anyway, so you had to plow them to a steady, savage rhythm without cumming prematurely.

Because Dan was popular with his buddies, a good pool hustler, a rough-and-tough drinking brawler who could hold his own in bars and in fights, and had a notorious reputation as the town stud, his pals frequently came to him for advice. Sometimes he would hold a sort of sex-seminar in his favorite bar while his buddies listened in earnest.

They knew he always told the truth, never bull-shitted and never offered advice unless he was asked point-blank.

The biggest problem his pals encountered was getting their rocks off too soon. There were a number of workable solutions to this common problem, Dan explained. While he himself didn't have any difficulty holding back his hot load, he occasionally experimented to see how long he could last with an especially mad, juicy little pussy, and he'd come up with a number of tricks. At this moment, though, the young stud was beginning to run into the same problem, because his little sister was thrashing and wriggling her luscious cunt in a frenzy on his pumping prick, screaming that she was unable to stop cumming and demanding his cum now, now, now!

Dan ignored her, concentrating on his own sensations of pleasure as shudders of excitement rippled along the length of his burning prick. Just like a chick, he thought dryly, whenever they wanted something, they wanted it now, now, now!, whether it was a hard dick, a box of popcorn, a pizza, a diamond ring or a new dress. She was his little sister, and she was the hottest, most torridly exciting piece of ass he'd ever had, but he'd be damned if he'd let anyone tell him when to get his own rocks off! The solutions to premature ejaculation that Dan came up with for his buddies were very intriguing. When you thought you were going to shoot off any second, he suggested, one effective trick was to purposely concentrate on the worst, ugliest piece of pussy you'd ever had. That usually distracted you to the point where you temporarily forgot your sexy hot partner so you could fuck mechanically, like a machine for a few minutes. If that didn't work, due to lack of imagination or an especially wild cunt sucking madly at your dick, then you got your girl to seize the base of your cock, just where it joined at your crotch; in a fierce grip between her thumb and forefinger, where she could squeeze mercilessly. That always worked, since it cut off circulation temporarily and desensitized your prick. And if for some reason she couldn't or wouldn't do that, then you had the option of telling the spiteful bitch off and cumming on the spot, or sticking your hardon up her ass and ejaculating there, always a delightful surprise for them, one that was certain to make them remember you at Christmas when you might get a box of arsenic in the mail if they had tight assholes and were fussy about it. Or, finally, if you were still hanging in, clutching your own cock at the base and applying the grip to desensitize it.

Should all of the above fail, Dan told his buddies, then you should have jerked off in the first place with a copy of Playboy. But if for some bizarre reason you really liked the chick, all was not lost if you came prematurely while she was still hotter than a firecracker. You could quickly ram two fingers up her slit and finger-fuck her until she had her shattering orgasm. This wasn't nearly as crude as it sounded, nor was it a loss of masculine face, Dan would explain patiently as he hoisted a fresh beer to his mouth. When a girl got hot enough she couldn't care less if you got her rocks off with a cucumber, as long as you finished what you started. It was Dan's firm conviction that guys who worked girls up to a lustful fever and then selfishly came in a minute or two, ignoring her after that, should be strapped to a wagon wheel and ruthlessly horse-whipped.

The point was, it didn't really matter what you did to your girl as long as you gave her a hot time, meaning her rightful orgasm. It was totally irrelevant whether you got her pussy to explode by eating her, finger-fucking her, ramming a banana up there or tickling it with a feather, or bringing along a buddy to help you out, or even a dog in heat. If you didn't really give a damn about the chick and couldn't care less whether you got into her again or not, then the fastest way to get rid of her was to dip it in, dump your load, and whip it out. But if you gave her what she really needed to sleep like a baby that night, then she'd kiss your ass to get it again and again. Which was one reason why married pussy was so easy to get, because a lot of husbands were rabbits who wouldn't take five minutes extra to finger-fuck their madly frustrated wives once they shot off. Although he was only twenty-two, it was this philosophy which enabled the young stud to keep a steady stable of three or four girls on the string, juggling them around as desired.

But for all his advice, Dan was now having an ordeal trying to control his own nerve-jarring excitement as his little sister wailed and squirmed and whipped her fiercely hot pussy in a frenzy on his stroking cock. She was at a peak of continuous cumming, honey dripping out of her frantic cunt, her naked ass bouncing madly in his hands.

"Shoot it in me!" she sobbed, slamming back on his thick prick in a fever of passion. "Unnngh! Now, honey, lemme have it! Hurry! Want it, need it, love it!"

Rivulets of sweat poured down his husky chest as Dan pumped forcefully, more than half his long dick piercing her incredibly tight cunt. Dan could feel her boiling loins sucking at his cum like a voracious whirlpool of molten greed. And no amount of his own cunning advice could keep the young stud from spurting his load in hot bursts, wild jolts of excitement rippling through his meat as June's pussy sucked in spasms of raw bliss. As soon as the thick stream started spattering in her silken walls, the girl sank her teeth into the pillow beneath her to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs. It was the first fuck of her life and because it was her own handsome, massively hung brother who'd taken her cherry, who'd also taken the trouble to prime her by eating her madly thrilled cunt, June was hysterical with excitement. Gradually, after she'd milked his limp prick dry with her clasping cunt, Dan slipped it out with a deep sigh. He climbed onto the bed beside her, catching his breath.

The greatest piece of ass he'd ever had, and now he could ram it to her every night, if June's wild cries and mad moans didn't wake up the whole house. He'd have to be cool about it. Now as his little sister wrapped her arms around him and burrowed her silky, sweating tits into his chest, he noted the same adoring gleam in her eyes that his other conquests lavished on him, the same worshiping light that was really directed at his huge cock and relentless staying power. And why not? She was still cumming softly as she ground her soaked cunt to his bush, still trembling and twitching with her last fiery orgasm. You just plowed them until they couldn't stop climaxing, ignoring their greedy cries for your hot load, and afterward, when their pussies purred and glowed with the wildest happiness of their lives, all you had to do was snap your fingers and they'd drop to all fours and wag their tails like devoted puppies.

The first session was the key to it all. You went out of your way a little to prolong their pleasure and every time you fucked them after that, they hoped and prayed it was going to be the same.

"You were right, honey," June panted in his ear now, clutching his cock possessively, "it only hurt for a minute, then, wow! Oooooh, let's do it again, big brother!"

He ran his fingertip along the crack of her silky hot ass and smiled down at her. That juicy little slot was next in line. Normally, it irritated Dan to have grateful young pussy gushing all over him afterward, but hell, this was June, his hot, luscious, fantastically ripe little sister, and he wasn't about to get tired of this one. For a while, anyway.

He took a cigarette break, thinking as he smoked, letting June coo and gurgle over his prick like a baby with a new toy. His real problem was that he was getting too much pussy. He was spoiled and he knew it. How in the hell would he ever settle down and get married when he was used to an endless chain of eager young cunt? The only solution was to keep up the chain, but get it all on the side once he was settled down. Like his sly father.

Dan knew his father was pumping a number of neighbors' wives on the side, and a few working girls to boot. A stranger would look at his mother, sexy, still voluptuous and hot at thirty-nine, and wonder how the old man could play around when he had that gorgeous ass to come home to every night. Dan knew, because he had the same restless nature, the same craving for variety, for different tits and an assortment of hot asses and wild, eager pussies. The funny part of it was Dan wouldn't mind taking a fast crack at his own mother. She was lushly developed, a fully ripe woman and a stark contrast to the sleek young pussy he was used to. But all this, of course, was pure horseshit fantasy. Mom was so square and moralistic and old-fashioned...

Screwing his little sister was one thing, but his own mother? Shit, his father would kill him if he found out! For that matter, the old man would fly into a dangerous rage if he ever found Out that his on took his daughter's cherry. Lost in thought, Dan was jerked back to the resent to see his little sister lewdly washing his fresh hardon with her pink tongue, licking up her own cherry-blood! And in less than a minute he was hard and primed again, ready for her last cherry, so tiny and helpless between those deliciously curved asscheeks. But this time he would strike without warning. That way her cute asshole wouldn't tense up in fear and make it twice as painful.

"Get on top," Dan told her. Because of her tender innocence, he had to show her the position-sitting astride his hips facing him, her moist rosy cunt looming over his colossal hardon.

Whimpering with excitement, June gently slid down on his throbbing prick, her pussy a juicier fit now that he was breaking it in. For a few minutes Dan let the girl ride his cock with slow, dreamy bliss while he played with her feverishly throbbing tits. Screwing his own lovely little sister was a strange sensation, with an eerie, special excitement all its own. There was a familiarity, a warmth, a closeness built up over the years that was entirely lacking in his other girls. There was also the obscene fulfillment of all the erotic fantasies he'd ever had about ripe-assed little June as he'd watched her blossom-out into a stunning piece of pussy. And as June rode his huge hardon, her eyes filled with tears of lustful joy, her tawny hips swinging with passion, her hands clutching his fiercely to her swollen young tits, Dan got a hot, violent urge to fuck his voluptuous mother as well, to satisfy that sharp curiosity too. After all, how many guys got to seduce their own sexy little virgin-sisters and beautifully stacked mothers? June was starting to cum now, loud sobs and frantic fucking movements signaling her wild orgasm, feverish ripples of pleasure shooting through Dan's hard meat. Time for dirty pool.

Dan seized his sister's hips and suddenly lifted her completely off his cock. In the few seconds that followed, while June cried out in surprise and anger, he positioned her asshole directly over his blazing cockhead. Then Dan gritted his teeth and slammed her down. Shock and horror crossed June's lovely face and her huge eyes filled with tears; although she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out but stunned gasps. She couldn't summon enough breath to register her pain and surprise. The immense, searing mass throbbing in her virgin asshole felt like a boiling cudgel, and every slight movement only intensified that agony.

"Hey, Sis!" Dan groaned, still holding her tightly by the hips just in case she tried to jerk away. "That's hot and wild, baby! Mmmm, easy now, won't hurt for long," Dan lied.

June sobbed and trembled on top of him, impaled helplessly in the position. Her own brother was raping her in her ass! The tears that stung her eyes were partly pain, partly self-pity and no small amount of rage. The dirty bastard! While it was sheer agony to move, it was impossible not to try and escape the blazing pole cramming her anal slot. So June twitched and wriggled and churned, each tiny motion sparking a new bolt of pain in her tender ass, while her brother grinned and savored each wave of pleasure her silken ass gave him. With an irresistibly luscious ass like hers, someone was going to ravage her there sooner or later, Dan reasoned, so it might as well be her own loving brother; he noticed that in spite of her girlish sobs, June was beginning to jerk ever so gently on his huge prick. Her ripe sweating tits bounced in time to her cautious lunges, and he could practically read her mind from watching her lovely face.

She was mad, really mad at him, still shocked that he'd pull such a dirty trick on her, but now excitement shone in her eyes too, like she was discovering something that never occurred to her before that sex-pain could turn into sex pleasure, by degrees. And because he'd rammed her just when she was at the height of her hot climax, her little pussy was still twitching and throbbing with bliss while her asshole was torn with pain, confusing her nervous system. That confusion was rapidly becoming raw, lustful desire in June's hotly curved butt as she strangely began to crave the thick, burning, ripping sensation that gorged her insides. With each timid jerk of her hips, she gasped with intense pain, but at the same time an eerie pleasure shot through her impaled ass. Then June was jerking faster and sobbing louder, her nails raking over her brother's flat hard stomach viciously as she began to cum, not the pure blissful sensations of a pussy-orgasm, but a savage excitement unlike any other she'd ever felt, white-hot sheets of obscene rapture that seared deep into her ripe naked ass.

"Big prick is... unnnng!... killing me, Dan! Oooo! Hurts! But I like it! I love it! Harder, baby, harder!"

Now the girl was pumping her soft asscheeks feverishly on his prick, unable to control her excitement, the pain worse than ever but her fiery lust uncontrollable too.

Like June's sweet mouth and tight pussy, her asshole had its own unique, boiling juiciness, a frantic excitement that was quickly bringing Dan to the brink of his climax; June never looked more beautiful, more feverishly sexy than now, with her brother's massive dick thrusting deep into her steaming bowels and her panting tits glossy with sweat, her innocent face contorted with depraved joy, wild cries coming from her sultry lips.

"Mmmmm, your ass, Sis!" Dan groaned, feeling her juicy tunnel begin to suck his hot cum from deep in his loins. "Your wild fantastic ass, honey! Mmmmmf! Yeah! Work it!"

June fell over on him, still jerking her ass lustfully, but now she clawed at his shoulders and bit his lips in a frenzy of wanton torment, her asshole going into spasms of pain-bliss as his fiery cum spattered and tingled and stung in sharp bursts. Long after Dan finished ejaculating, his little sister hugged his cock deliriously in her silken ass and ground her throbbing pussy to his bush in lewd circles. Both of them were covered with sweat now, mingling with the smell of raw young sex and naked lust. Casually, Dan smoked a cigarette while June whimpered softly and rubbed her tits and belly to his, still lying on top of him, at last letting his limp dick slip out of her harshly throbbing asshole.

"We'd better not let Mom catch us like this," June moaned in his ear. Their father didn't usually come home until one-thirty or two in the morning, well after the theater closed.

"She won't," Dan said thoughtfully. "Lately she's been getting home around one in the morning, I think. She's really hung up on bridge these days. Or is she?"

He thought about the sexy-assed nurse his mother spent so much time with these days. Dan had run into her once, with his mother downtown. Sleek and slender, with small pointed tits, a compact ass, a sharp-featured but very sexy face and sharply dressed. Sophisticated, cool, haughty bitch.

Something strange about her, though, in her gleaming eyes, Dan thought. There was something smoldering and animal about her, a kind of seething violence he couldn't figure out. She definitely wasn't the kind his mother usually chose for a friend, nothing solid or matronly about that hot-eyed young bitch. Only for a brief instant did a depraved thought occur to Dan but he dismissed it at once. Shit, the odds against his mother being a switch-hitter in secret were about the same as being struck by lightning on a clear sunny day. Crazy idea. Just because he took his little sister's hot cherry didn't mean everyone in the family was madly horny!

"Let's take a shower together," whispered June, sitting up and hefting his heavy cock in her fingers.

"You're on, Sis," he grinned, and Dan followed her down the hallway to the bathroom, playing with her gorgeous naked ass on the way, his cock almost completely hard again by the time she turned on the warm spray. Someday June would look like their mother, a statuesque, sensuously curved knockout, but still lady-like and respectable, the perfect wife and mother for some lucky guy.

It was a touching, sentimental thought, but Dan's mother hadn't gone through what her daughter was going to go through in the next shattering few days. Sweet-faced, wholesome and radiant young June was destined to be something quite different than her mother, although her mother had more than her share of obscene secrets. June would quickly become the hottest, wildest, most lascivious swinger and switch-hitter ever to come out of the small town of Rocky Harbour. Thanks to her brother, her mother, her father and the hot-lipped nympho, Monica Glass, who was only doing what June's father told her to do. Turning both young girls on like crazed animals in heat.


The thing that made Monica Glass profoundly different from other girls her age, and older, for that matter, was not just her insatiable passion for sex. She loved all kinds of sex, oral, regular, anal, and whatever else might get her and her lucky partner's rocks off in any way.

There were, of course, other teenage girls who adored sex, although they didn't dream about it night and day, the way the cute blonde did. Nor did they even begin to have Monica's diabolical imagination and dazzling repertoire of tricks when it came to the subject, particularly oral sex. What made Monica different was not even sexual in nature. It was a character trait, found in highly ambitious and efficient people, carried to its peak in business tycoons and super-achievers.

It was nothing more than a simple obsession with getting things done. Analyzed and defined it could be called "action-power". When Monica made up her mind to do something, she didn't look for various ways to do it. She didn't sit down with a pencil and pad and list all the possibilities and solutions open to her, the various courses of action available. She had absolutely no patience for thinking, or analyzing, or questioning. She just did whatever she had to do to get the job done. Fast. Simple; highly, devastatingly, effective. Getting a job as an usherette at the Tavern Point Theater, for example. All she had to do was go in, leave an application and sit around for a few weeks or months until an opening occurred and Mr. Press would probably hire her. But it was much faster, much easier and far simpler to just trade her hot mouth and tight, juicy little pussy for the job she wanted. And it was obvious to Monica by the time she'd finished sucking and fucking the theater owner that he was feverishly hooked on her cute ass. And although Monica was not an intellectual giant, she knew at once that it was his own daughter Press really wanted, and when he'd admitted it and asked Monica to turn June on so all three of them could swing, Monica's first reaction was to cheerfully agree, even though she'd never made it with another girl. But the idea of having sex with June Press, virginal, beautiful, on the verge of blossoming into a gorgeously stacked grownup, sparked a hot, deep curiosity in the horny young blonde. And the more she thought about it that night after leaving Press at the theater, the more Monica got aroused at the idea. Even though she'd never had sex with another girl, Monica didn't need any books, pictures, diagrams or charts. She knew with absolute certainty what turned her on, and since June had a pussy too, all she had to do was set it on fire. And the more Monica thought about it, and recalled June's sleek, sensuous young body, the more turned on she got. Most people who faced a problem did so with a certain amount of nervousness and fear. What made Monica different was her way of looking at such problems, not as difficulties, but as challenges.

If Mr. Press wanted his hotly curved young daughter turned on to sex with her, then Monica would bring every talent she possessed to the task, meaning all her experience at sex. True, she'd never finger-fucked a girl besides herself, and had never gone down on a hot young pussy, and had never sucked on or teased a pair of sweet young tits, but the same fiery lust that drove her to become the wildest, hottest piece of ass in the small, peaceful town of Rocky Harbour at a very tender age now drove her to new heights of achievement. She wouldn't just turn on June Press, she'd eat her sweet little pussy until the girl lost her mind. She wouldn't just masturbate June, she'd finger-fuck her until her honey gushed out in a mad loving fountain of cunt-juice. She wouldn't just tease the sexy teenager, she'd arouse her until June was hotter than a smoking pistol, ready to cum at the twitch of a nipple.

It was this amazing facility for getting to the heart of a problem at once that distinguished the so called town tramp from the mass of doubting, struggling humanity. Not a soul in town suspected that wild-eyed, ripe-assed little Monica. Glass, scorned by so many middle-class minds, would someday be rich, notoriously successful and one of the most sought-after women of her time. All because she'd gotten a job as an usherette in a small movie house in a little hick-town on the California coast; because she had a way of getting things done. The day after her interview with Mr. Press, Monica immediately got down to the business of seducing June Press, although Monica's direct sexual assault was more in the nature of true rape than gentle seduction. She called June up that morning, reminding her who she was. Yes, June remembered Monica from school. Monica told her she had something to tell her, something really important. Could June come over to her house that afternoon, at around three o'clock?

At first June tried to get Monica to give her the information over the phone, but Monica was relentless and firm. It had to be done in person, and it had to be done that afternoon. As usual, Monica got her way. She chose that particular time because her mother, a cocktail waitress now in bed with her current shack-up, one of the bartenders where she worked, would be out of the house by then, leaving it deserted for Monica.

Monica's mother was strictly an animal: she drank like a fish, fucked like a mink, ate like a pig and had the disposition of a cobra. Monica got along with her usually drunk mother by simply staying out of her way, either locking herself in her bedroom while her mother was home, or going out and not returning until the house was empty. Simple solutions were best, Monica had long ago found out. Her mother was gone by two, which gave Monica time to take a quick bath and perfume her pussy and her tawny, ripening tits. While she intended to do her share of sucking and teasing on June Press' fabulous body, she was going to make damn certain June was going to return the lusty favor. Monica smoked a little grass and made a stiff drink for herself from her mother's ample supply of stolen liquor, which the bartenders provided for her in return for her wild pussy. Normally, Monica only drank a few beers, but this was a very special occasion, a first for her. And as the horny girl waited, smoking and drinking like a nonchalant adult, she felt the smoldering of a fierce new excitement in her blood. She'd made it with so many boys and men, she didn't have the vaguest idea how a pussy would taste, or what it would be like to suck on a pair of luscious tits like June's, or what it would feel like to finger-fuck another girl. If it were anyone but June Press, Monica would have had her doubts. After all, she didn't want her reputation stained by dark hints of pussy-eating. But once June knocked on her front door and Monica let the girl into her house, watching June's lush curves bounce and sway beneath her snug summer dress, Monica's doubts faded like mist in the morning sun.

In fact, gazing at Press' daughter now, it was Monica who was hotter than a smoking pistol, her lips tingling, her fingers itching, her own slippery cunt throbbing and oozing honey. Jesus, June was a knockout! Taller, more exquisitely curved and far classier than Monica, she generated the wildest excitement in the younger girl, the most powerful erotic urges Monica had ever felt. Monica offered her a drink and June accepted a glass of wine. Like two girls playing grownups they faced each other in the shabby living room. Monica made no apologies for the seediness of her house. As ravishing as she was, June Press was still only a middle-class broad, so what did she expect, the penthouse of the Ritz-Waldorf?

"Now what's this big secret you couldn't tell me over the phone?" June asked, her face serious.

With typical no-nonsense directness, Monica patted the sofa-seat beside her. "Come on over here, June. I'll whisper it to you," Monica grinned with lewd, wet lips.

Puzzled, June settled beside the younger girl on the sofa. Monica wore a light dress too, but she was naked beneath and her fat little nipples jutted out with lush, sexy effect. Monica hadn't made a single calculation or plan about her assault on Press' daughter. As usual, she would improvise, do what she felt the situation called for, and now, as June sat beside her, Monica had a powerful hunch about what would turn the other girl on.

"It's about your brother," Monica murmured, putting her arm around June's shoulder and leaning close so that her plump hot tits brushed June's bare arm. "And about your father."

"What about them?" June whispered back, spellbound by curiosity now. The wine, which she'd gulped down nervously, was making her high too.

What would turn June Press on, Monica decided as she gazed at that lovely, innocent face, was "dirty talk". Obscene words turned a lot of girls on, some of them feverishly, but you had to pick the right person. In this particular case, June Press, while probably expressing outward horror, would love it and get wildly, deliciously excited. And not just any dirty-talk, but vulgar gossip about her own brother and father. Because Monica, with her wide experience and street cunning, knew that June was not what she seemed to be on the surface at all. That scrubbed, wholesome beauty would fool a lot of people, but beneath that small town front, June was a ripe, passionate animal just like herself. Afraid to show it, sure, but it was there all right. Monica could smell her hot passion, her buried lust, the way a dog could sniff out a bone. And caressing June's arm softly now, working her fingers over to her juicy tits straining at her dress, Monica began to tell Press' daughter in the most vulgar terms what it was like to have sex with both her brother and her father.

She described in vivid detail the feel of her brother's huge, pounding prick in her mouth, ramming lustfully away in her pussy, then gorging her thrilled asshole. At first, June stiffened with shock, as Monica expected, but then beads of sweat dotted June's face and her luscious tits began heaving wildly and, very gently, she began squirming her ass on the sofa as Monica described her anal rape. The younger girl had no way of knowing that June had experienced the very same sensations the night before, and that it helped her cause considerably. In fact, what was really happening was that June was reliving her own depraved orgy with her brother, the hot memory making her blood sing and her skin tingle and her cunt throb. All of this was enhanced by Monica's choice of obscene words, and by the fact that one of her hands had moved down to June's velvety bare thigh, stroking and creeping upward beneath her hem to her burning pussy. June pretended not to notice.

Now Monica's husky voice moved on to June's father as she recited the torrid encounter she'd had with him the night before in his theater office. This time, June was stunned, as well as jealous and tremendously excited. She knew that her father probably screwed around on her mother, but not with little nymphos like Monica Glass! But as June listened in awe to Monica's vivid, obscene description of her father naked, how his cum tasted and felt in her pussy and asshole, how Monica had purposely called him Daddy, and his lustful response with his massive prick quivering madly, June knew it had to be true. And before Monica was halfway finished with her whispered tale, June's panties were soaked through with her excitement. Monica had called him Daddy and he'd nearly shot off on the spot! So he had the same idea in mind that had been tormenting June for months now!

Sitting side by side on the sofa with Monica's fingers now rubbing June's burning crotch, her other hand gently squeezing and loving June's ripe tits, the older girl began moaning softly and spreading her thighs with fierce excitement. God, how she'd love to have seen her rugged father fucking Monica! She was hotly aware now that Monica was playing with her steaming pussy, and she secretly prayed the girl would finger-fuck her, would relieve her maddening sex-tension. June shut her eyes tightly, her tits heaving wildly, and spread her legs wide, slumping further down on the sofa. With her skin flushed almost crimson and her cunt gushing and throbbing eagerly, June was deliriously aroused, so primed her cunt felt like a hair-trigger.

Quickly, Monica slid a finger inside the moist crotch of June's panties, found her juicy slit and began pumping gently. Instantly the older girl was gasping and shuddering, locking her thighs tightly on Monica's hand. Her breath was a loud rasp in the living room as Monica finger-fucked her to a steady lewd rhythm, both girls caught up in a fierce, depraved excitement. It was the first sexual contact either of them had had with another girl; at their tender ages, it was deliciously naughty and tremendously exciting, so much so for June she was already hunching her boiling cunt on Monica's jerking finger, having a furious climax just to relieve the nerve-screaming tension in her loins. Whether Monica would have been successful with her blunt assault if June hadn't lost her cherry to her brother the night before, if her feverish young sex-glands weren't humming away like a blast furnace ever since their torrid session, Monica would never know. Or care.

Because right now all she wanted to do was suck on June's beautiful heaving tits and lewdly lick and kiss every inch of her satiny skin before digging her mouth down between those sleek tanned thighs. But Monica continued finger-fucking June for another two minutes, slipping her hand inside the other girl's dress to squeeze a burning tit and pinch the nipple while June moaned and gasped and trembled furiously, still cumming over Monica's stroking finger. Monica didn't want a case of instant remorse or doubt on her hands. She wanted to be absolutely sure June wouldn't back out once she stopped finger-fucking her, because she wanted to drag the luscious schoolgirl into her bedroom where they could strip and really get down to the raw wanton action.

"Oh Lord, it's hot!" cried June, crushing her moist thighs savagely on Monica's hand. "Ooooooh, jeeeez, I'm so worked up, Monica! Unnnnngh! Ah, God, I'm still cummingggg!" Yessss! Mmmf! Agh!"

Now Monica knew Press' daughter couldn't back out if her life depended on it, not in her deliriously hot state. Monica jerked her finger out, which brought a painful cry of protest from June's lips.

Grabbing her hand, Monica pulled her off the sofa. "My bedroom," she hissed. "Come on, June, I'm hotter than hell too! Let's just strip and have at it."

She pulled June into the bedroom and shut the door. Now both girls stripped urgently, watching each other with blazing eyes. Gone was Monica's nonchalant poise and control. She was astonished at her own wild lust, at the way her heart hammered against her ribs and the way her fingers trembled as she undressed.

And when she saw June stark naked, she knew why. What an incredibly gorgeous piece of pussy! What magnificent tits! June was the lush dream of every girl who ever yearned to be sensuously stunning, the essence of pure classical sex-appeal and lewd beauty, with honeyed tits and a deliciously ripe ass and perfect silken legs. It was the only time in her life Monica felt a brief stab of regret that she wasn't a man and didn't have a prick ten inches long. When they were both naked, Monica wrapped her arms around the other girl and pulled her onto her bed, rolling over so that June was beneath her. She kissed Press' daughter passionately on her sultry mouth, rubbing their swollen naked tits and bellies together, their cunts grinding at each other eagerly. In June's feverish state, she was twice as excited as she'd been the night before with her own brother. She was shocked at her own lustful behavior too, but it wasn't even a twinge compared to the mad excitement she felt at having sex with Monica Glass. After Frenching June for a minute and making eager fucking motions with her dripping pussy, Monica slid down, pausing to clutch a velvety tit in her greedy fingers and suck on the nipple, teasing it with her teeth and tongue to make June cry out with urgency.

"Oh God, Monica, eat me! Eat my cunt, honey, I'm going crazy with... ooooooh, yessss! ...crazy with sex! So hot, my pussy is so hot, hurry, honey, unnnmmmm!"

The passion between the two naked, feverish girls was electrifying as Monica slid further down to lick and suck at the soft flesh of June's belly. Then Monica hunched between June's drawn-up thighs, clutching her naked ass tightly in her hands, gazing with intense curiosity and fascination at June's hotly sucking cunt. Although Monica had seen enough pricks in her tender young lifetime to fill a scrapbook, she'd never before seen a pussy close-up. She stared at the soft rosy lips, the juicy wetness, the delicate pink color tinged with flaming red now, the silky nest of curly cunt-hairs, and realized she'd never seen anything so lovable, so utterly sweet and kissable in her life.

"Hurry!" wailed June, clawing Monica's bare shoulders with her nails, like pincers. "Going crazy! Eat me, darling!"

Instead, Monica showered a circle of kisses around June's fiercely throbbing slit, teasing her to near hysteria. Her nostrils quivered at the heady fragrance of teenage pussy in heat. Then Monica gave the pink flesh a cautious kiss, just to see what it tasted like.

"Wow!" she whispered, her blood singing in her ears. "Oooooooh, this is gonna be wild!"

A moment later Monica went delirious with hunger as the first taste of tender young cunt triggered an insatiable craving in her mouth. And with her first session of cunt-sucking, Monica brought to it all the expertise and artistry she'd lavished on countless cocks over the years. She began by whipping her tongue in and out of June's succulent pussy, scooping up her honey with deep moans of lust, bringing her partner a second shattering orgasm that left red claw-marks on Monica's smooth back. Then Monica pushed back on June's belly with one hand to expose her tiny clit bud, its hot little tip quivering with joy. Monica planted her tingling lips on it and sucked, flicking her tongue against it to make June scream and shudder madly as a third, nerve-racking climax tore through her loins. By now June was in a frenzy of passion, rocking and thrashing as the younger girl greedily sucked her off, surprising June again and again with hot new thrills One minute Monica was tenderly kissing her boiling slit. The next she was sucking furiously at her cuntlips, then wriggling her long tongue deep into June's crack to make her quiver like a bowstring. Now Press' daughter twined her fingers in Monica's hair and tugged desperately to vent her maddening excitement, raising her knees high to dig her heels into Monica's shoulders. She fucked the girl's face with savage jerks of her frantic exploding pussy, incoherent raving coming from her lips.

"Unnngh! Love you, Monica! Love your mouth! Ooooooh, darling honey sweetheart, aaaaaaah! Oh, lover, suck it, eat it, harder, faster, eat meeeee! Suck it foreverrrrr!"

This was not the first time June had her luscious pussy eaten. Her brother had been unable to resist it the night before. For that matter, June was the kind of sensuous, ripe stunning girl who immediately triggered the hot desire to go down on her when any man looked at her.

But her brother's eager venture into oral sex with June was a shabby echo compared to what maddening little Monica Glass was doing to her at this moment. Now the horny girl had snuggled her mouth down to June's tender asshole, and suddenly flicked her wet tongue deep. She wriggled and churned it until June's mind was reeling with ecstasy and her thrilled asshole felt faint with bliss. And while June climaxed again and again, fierce, spine-tingling orgasms that made her entire naked body quiver hysterically with rapture, Monica discovered that she had found a thrilling new mission in life, a wild new hunger that was every bit as profound and lusty as her obsession with huge cocks. Because if June was now hooked on being voraciously eaten by sexy young girls, Monica was now feverishly addicted to the sweet delights of cunt-sucking. June's burning pussy was streaming hot nectar into her eager mouth, wildly delicious pussy-juice that was utterly different from a man's cum, like delicate wine compared to raw whiskey.

Monica had never felt anything remotely like the strange ecstasy of having a luscious young cunt smearing her face obscenely with liquid love, of having sweet burning thighs crushing her cheeks, a silky hot ass bouncing madly in her fingers, cries of girlish lust echoing in her ears.

A natural for oral sex ever since she could remember, Monica Glass' worship of stiff, throbbing pricks now had a serious rival. And she couldn't get enough of her thrilling new love either. After twenty minutes of furious kissing and sucking and lapping and lewd tongue-lashing, after a series of violent orgasms that racked June's body like an electric current ripping through her exploding loins, June desperately tried to escape Monica's lust-crazed mouth. But the younger girl clung to her hips fiercely, her mouth locked savagely to June's juicy slit in a leech-like grip of raw hunger. And the cause of Monica's insane greed wasn't just the obscene feel of June's sweet pussy grinding to her mouth, squirming with wet fire. Without knowing it, men had spoiled her.

Monica's sex-drive functioned like virtually everyone else's, men and women alike. You put your lips or pussy or cock in an erotically stimulating place and you got your reward, a thick hot flood of it if you were a girl. And because Monica had gone down on so many men over the years and always got her reward in the form of a fiery flood, she was now conditioned to gulping down torrents of pungent male cum. But a girl's pussy didn't function that way. Cunt-honey did not spurt in torrents, it oozed and seeped and in some cases, like June's, gushed in a small but steady stream of hot passion. There were no violent spurts of boiling cum, no great machinegun-like bursts of stinging cum, just a relentless flow of delicious pussy-juice. And Monica's feverish mouth was so used to thick spurts, the stream of utterly sweet honey trickling into her eager mouth only whetted her appetite into a frenzy. She wanted more of June's wildly exciting juices, yearned for a gallon of it flooding her throat and pouring into her stomach. Her lips and tongue, so accustomed to the sharp spurts of cum, worked into a delirium of greed while they waited for their just reward.

In due time Monica would, of course, orient herself to pussy-eating and to the disappointing fact that the boiling sharp spurts she loved so dearly would not be forthcoming no matter how eagerly she sucked a girl off. She would simply learn to be satisfied with a juicy trickle, steady if small, like a babbling brook instead of a bursting dam, when she greedily went down on a girl. But with her voracious mouth now savagely locked to June's delicious cunt, Monica had no interest in analyzing her greed. She wanted more of the girl's steaming honey and, goddammit, the way to get it was to suck faster and harder and more eagerly. Which she did with a blazing singleness of purpose.

Whimpering that she couldn't take any more, that she would go insane if Monica didn't stop, June went into unbearable spasms of excitement, her tits heaving furiously, her eyes glazed with shock, her naked soft flesh shuddering in violent tremors of runaway lust. She tried tugging viciously at Monica's hair, clawing her shoulders; pounding with her fists, wrenching her hips free, but all to no avail. In her attempts to free herself June gradually and desperately worked her way off the bed and onto the carpet, which didn't deter the young nympho in the slightest. Monica would stay riveted to the source of her new ecstasy, would pursue it to the ends of the earth if she had to, intent only on filling her crazed mouth with more thrilling cunt-honey. Only when June suddenly went limp, fainting dead away, did Monica slowly come to her senses. While June's pussy kept spasming with a will of its own, she noticed her sexy partner wasn't moving. Not an inch. In a daze herself, Monica reluctantly tore her mouth away from June's juicy slit. She licked at the sticky-sweet fluid on her cheeks, moaning happily. God, eating pussy was fantastic! Then she crawled up beside June on the floor, panting for breath and staring down at her with concern.

"Hey, June! You okay, honey?" she said. She gently slapped June's cheeks and the girl moaned and stirred, her eyes trying to focus on Monica.

"Nnnnnnmmmm, oh God, no more," sobbed June. "Can't take any more! Just let me rest, please, Monica, just, whew, let me, ooooooh, stop cumming..."

"Gee, I did get carried away a little, didn't I?" Monica said with regret. She clutched June's beautiful naked tits in her fingers and massaged them lustfully, her own cunt now a throbbing ache demanding its own due.

"Okay, no more for a while, June," the younger girl told her, "but I'm gonna kiss you all over, everywhere but your delicious pussy, so don't get panicky now, right?"

Monica had never seen skin so silky and glowing as June's, and she began licking it in a strange ritual of sex-worship, moving down from June's arms to her gorgeous tits and over her belly. She took great care not to come too close to June's twitching pussy, but she slavishly kissed and licked her moist inner thighs, then every inch of her satiny slender legs, then her toes and the soles of her feet.

It was a tongue-bath, a gently thrilling tribute to June's sensuous beauty; a blissful relief to June after Monica's maddening blowjob.

Gently, Monica turned her over and worked her lips and tongue back up June's naked flesh, kissing her voluptuous ass with hot whimpers of delight, lasciviously tickling June's tender asshole with her tongue. Not harsh and greedy, like before, but a dreamy slow probing with her long tongue, reviving June to a fresh new excitement, a languorous, easy-going excitement, not violent and urgent as before. With her usual cunning, Monica now gently nudged June onto her side on the floor, and worked her body around so that her thighs were edging close to June's ripe mouth, while Monica nibbled on her bellybutton and toyed with her asscheeks. June's glazed eyes watched in fascination as the other girl's tiny pink pussy moved closer. A whiff of sex-fragrance drifted into June's nostrils and she licked her lips and moaned softly. Then she reached out and clutched Monica's tawny ass in her fingers. Taking a deep breath, June buried her face into the steaming heat of Monica's thighs. And at her first taste of hot young pussy, Press' daughter went almost as wild as Monica. She moaned deep in her throat and crushed her mouth ravenously to the younger girl's squirming cunt. She buried her face between Monica's plump thighs as if finding a warmth and security and magnetic lure she'd never before known.

And she began giving Monica a feverishly hot blowjob in return for the other girl's thrilling assault. June plunged her tongue madly into the juicy depths and caressed and squeezed and loved the naked hot flesh of Monica's ass as she devoured her with soaring lust, feeling the same strange delicious guilt and mind-whirling giddiness Monica had felt when she'd first eaten pussy.

Now Monica forgot her caution and her promise not to suck off the other girl any more. She couldn't resist those sleek thighs, that boiling young cunt, and she quickly dug her burning lips and tongue into June's pussy, which was still gently spasming from her last violent orgasm. Facing each other's crotches as they lay side by side on the floor, the two schoolgirls ate each other with savage passion, unable to get enough of each other's honey, groaning and jerking and rocking as they began shifting on the carpet, their tongues working hotter and faster and more greedily each time their pussies erupted with cum. For a few minutes June was on top, ramming her head down between Monica's trembling thighs, her feverish tits digging and rubbing into Monica's soft belly. Then they rolled over and Monica was on top, becoming the hungry aggressor.

Now that June's complete attention was riveted to her new passion, the taste of Monica's juicy slit grinding lewdly to her mouth, the climaxes shattering through her cunt weren't nearly as nerve-racking or intense. For a solid twenty minutes the two teenagers moaned and thrashed and rocked in sixty-nine on the floor of Monica's bedroom, oblivious to everything but the lustful taste and thrilling feel of tender hot pussy oozing sweet honey over their faces. It was Monica who gave up first, on the verge of total exhaustion. Still June clung to her thighs with blazing hunger, now snaking her tongue deep in Monica's tingling asshole, tracing her burning tongue-tip up along the crack of Monica's asscheeks to give her a teasing new thrill, then dipping back down to resume her lust-crazed blowjob. And now it was Monica who was on the defensive, trying desperately to escape June's wild, relentless mouth sucking her off in a pure frenzy of excitement. After a frantic struggle, Monica finally wrenched free and whimpered, shaking her head, dazed. Her pussy was numb. For a couple of minutes both girls lay sprawled on the carpet, heaving for breath, their wild eyes watching each other with insatiable lust.

"I've sixty-nined with guys before," panted Monica, "but, oh, honey, it sure wasn't like that! Wheeewwww..."

"I could do it all night with you," whispered June feverishly, licking her lips at the lingering taste of Monica's luscious little cunt.

"But not now," Monica cautioned, getting up. "I don't know about you, baby, but my twat feels like raw hamburger! Let's drink a little wine and smoke a little grass, okay?"

June had only smoked grass once before in her life and she didn't like it, feared the strange feeling of soaring detachment, of being so high she felt out of control. But with Monica it seemed natural.

Thirty minutes later found both girls lying side by side on the carpet, giggling and half-drunk with their sexy addition to each other. June began to lewdly finger-fuck Monica, and a minute later both of them were stroking their fingers rapidly in each other's wildly sucking pussies, moaning and cumming all over each other's hands. By the time June left an hour later, both girls were humming and glowing with fierce satisfaction, both of them feverishly excited at their new discovery. Monica had not forgotten her promise to June's father. She told June, didn't ask, but ordered her, to return to her house at three the next afternoon. Monica's mother would be gone. But she did not tell her new conquest that her own father would show up too. It would be a surprise for June.

It would also be a surprise for Press, because Monica had no intention of telling him that June would be there. One of Monica's irresistible qualities was her impish charm, her love of fun and games. Along with her simple quality of getting things done without horsing around, it would someday make Monica very rich and famous. Even though at this moment she was nothing more than the town nympho, who'd just discovered she loved to eat pussy as much as she loved going down on a man. That would help make her rich and famous too.


Known to her friends and neighbors, and her own family, as the "perfect" wife and mother, Carla Press looked the part so accurately she could have done TV commercials selling detergents or, better yet, bath oil.

At thirty nine, Carla was still strikingly curved, with fully rounded, high tits, a slender waist, lush hips, and legs that were the envy of a lot of young girls in town. Her face was remarkably clean-cut and wholesome, as if she'd lived in a sort of spiritual grace all her life. Yet there was a strong hint of sensuousness in her glowing dark eyes and ripe, heavy lips. She was extremely sexy, but in a quiet, wifely way, because she always dressed quite modestly and used very little makeup. In front of her family and friends, that is.

On this warm, balmy evening she mentioned casually to her family, her husband, Rip, her son, Dan and her lovely daughter, June, that she was going to play bridge still again with her new friend, the nurse, Julia Roberts.

"Gee, Mom, you must be getting to be a real whiz at bridge," remarked June with a warm smile. "That's about three or four times this week."

"It's sort of easy to get addicted to," her mother said softly. She stared at her daughter for a few moments, noting something definitely different about her "baby girl", as she still called June.

Her daughter definitely wasn't a girl any more. There was a burning gleam in her eyes, a flush to her skin, a sort of animal sex-appeal she radiated that was very powerful. Carla immediately guessed that June had lost her virginity, a fact that both dismayed and excited her. To what lucky boy? Carla resumed serving her family dinner, a little disturbed. She would have been considerably more disturbed, and violently excited, if she'd known that June had lost her cherry the night before to her strapping, handsome son, June's brother, in a torrid sucking and fucking session. Or that she'd just come from a savage, depraved sex-clash with young Monica Glass. Thus the Press family quietly ate their dinner, each absorbed in their own lustful secrets.

Dan furtively eyed his little sister, an immense hardon throbbing in his pants, a drop of cum seeping out as he recalled her madly sucking pussy and mouth the night before. June returned his hot glance with just the barest of nods. Tonight again, for sure. Since her lustful encounter with Monica, she was anxious to rush back to her massively hung brother to make secret comparisons. She'd already decided she and Monica and Dan would definitely have to make it together at the same time. First her own brother, then Monica. Who could possibly be next? If June knew, she might have cum right there at the dinner table, while her father watched her hungrily. And while Rip Press had his own fierce throb in his cock at that moment from watching his luscious young daughter, his mind was really on Monica. It would be her first night at the theater, and after last night, he could barely wait to get her back in his office. Goddamn, that was a sweet, juicy little cunt!

As Carla Press stared dreamily at her plate, barely nibbling at her food, her heart raced with excitement. Tonight it was her turn to get tied down, to play sex-slave to Julia and her lover, Steven. Last night it was Julia's turn. Tonight would be the first time Carla would allow herself to be put in such a helpless position. The thought of the vicious black whip and especially the monstrous dildo made her shiver at the dinner table. If her sweet, wonderful family ever found out, she would die of pure shame, she told herself. All of them so innocent and trusting.

So was she, until she'd met Julia a month ago. God only knew what strange attraction the slender, strange-eyed nurse had for her, or what eerie sex power she exerted over Carla, but in her presence, Carla felt weak and helpless and deeply thrilled, her mind racing with the most depraved and fiercely twisted urges. Violent sex-urges which were now a stark reality.

In twenty-two years of marriage to her husband, Carla had never been unfaithful once, until she'd met Julia. As sensuously beautiful as the dark-haired wife and mother was, she was basically a small-town girl who believed in old-fashioned virtues, motherhood, fidelity, a warm and loving atmosphere at home, clean, beautiful and wholesome children. And she'd succeeded, too, because here she was at dinner, surrounded by her affectionate husband and sweet, innocent children. Of course, her son Dan played around with girls an awful lot, but that was only natural at his healthy age. She even took a mother's pride in his conquests. A frown crossed Carla's face when she realized June might no longer be a virgin. In these modern, hectic times a girl couldn't be expected to hang onto her cherry forever, but still, Carla was upset because June hadn't confided in her, or come to her first.

Tonight when she got home, Carla would try to ask June for the truth. As long as it was a nice boy. Now that dinner was almost over, hot waves of guilt and shame swept through Carla's ripe body How could she betray her beautiful family like this not just by having a sex-affair, but with a strange, cruel woman and her boyfriend? Twenty-two years of humdrum marriage might have had something to do with it, she realized. A fling, that's all she was really having. If you could call what she did with Julia and Steven a fling, acts which were more in the nature of a nightmarish orgy. Being teased, humiliated, whipped, raped, sucked and fucked by both sexes was hardly a fling!

At seven-thirty that evening, after her husband had left for the movie-house to open up for the night, Carla also left the house for her destination, leaving June and Dan home by themselves. She wouldn't have felt so horribly guilty if she'd known her husband and children were going to be as wildly occupied with sex as herself for the next few hours. In fact, she would have been shocked out of the erotic new panties Julia had given her the night before, the sheer black crotchless panties that exposed both her luscious pussy and tender asshole. She would keep them on tonight while Julia and Steven teased, whipped, sucked and raped her.

The town's perfect wife and mother trembled with fear and delight as she drove shakily to Julia's apartment. Carla told herself she'd already lost her self-respect, her dignity, her morals and her pride, so she had nothing left to lose tonight. But she was wrong. She still had her sanity. And by the time the vicious, sex-crazed nurse and her mad-animal boyfriend finished binding, teasing, tormenting and ravaging her silky flesh, Carla would discover her mind hanging by a single thread.


They were waiting for her in Julia's apartment, casually drinking and smoking and chatting. The sleek blonde and her lover wore robes, but beneath Julia's long robe Carla could see misty black nylons and five-inch heels, a sight that quickened the housewife's breath.

Julia had one of the sexiest bodies Carla had ever seen, totally unlike her own voluptuous curves. There was something sinuous, almost snake-like about Julia when she was naked or clad only in bra and panties and nylons and heels. Her skin was very soft and creamy, utterly pale, with delicately shaped tits and huge red nipples, slender, almost boyish hips and very long slender legs. The nurse squeezed Carla's hand when she arrived, she didn't hug Carla affectionately because what Julia did to sexy girls and women had nothing to do with affection, and handed her a martini. She continued to chatter as though she were at a cocktail party in St. John's. While her boyfriend watched Carla through dark burning eyes that made her skin shiver.

Julia was a nurse at the county hospital, having arrived in town less than two months ago. Carla didn't know what Steven did for a living. Nor did she care to ask. He too was tall and lean and there was even a faint similarity to Julia in his facial features, a fact that should have rung a bell in Carla's small-town mind, but didn't. All Carla knew about Steven was that he was quiet, too damn quiet for comfort, had an incredibly big prick, and could fuck for what seemed like an eternity before be shot off his rocks, which made him the perfect lover for Julia, whose own sex-drive was frightening.

Carla quickly gulped her martini down and gratefully took another one, beginning to relax. She noticed that Julia had exceptionally heavy makeup on tonight, garish, blood-red lipstick against her pale face and dark eyeshadow over her strange hazel eyes, giving her a vampire-look. Steven and Julia were obviously big-city people, so what attraction could they possibly see in a hick town like Rocky Harbour? Unless, of course, they'd been forced to leave the city for some bizarre reason... It was this same slick veneer and sophistication that had originally roped Carla in, though.

Julia and Steven were totally different, and the first night Julia invited Carla up to her apartment for a cozy chat and coffee, they'd met at the hospital, where Carla was a volunteer worker, the sultry blonde had seduced the lush housewife so fast and so slickly, Carla could barely recall the details. One moment she was sipping a martini and the next Julia was kissing her and finger-fucking her, then going down on her with ravenous skill, giving Carla an orgasm with her diabolical cunt-sucking that almost blistered her mind and flesh. Carla was hooked after that, finally finding secret excitement and thrills in her monotonous small-town existence. Then Julia had introduced Steven to her, and they started the threesomes, getting more violent and weird every time. Until tonight, which Julia called Fun-and-Games night. Last night the nurse had been tied down on the queen-sized bed and Carla was commanded to tease and whip her before she went down on her and used the colossal dildo to relieve the blonde's madly sucking pussy.

Carla had obeyed, but it had been a halfhearted effort. She used the whip timidly and when she plunged the massive cock into Julia's hot slit, it was with caution. She just didn't have the viciousness in her that this kinky kind of sex called for. Tonight it was her turn to be bound and Julia's turn to do the teasing; as she watched the pale-faced nurse, tiny shivers of apprehension rippled through Carla's satiny flesh. Julia's eyes were hot and excited and burning with anticipation. The nurse wouldn't have any trouble being the aggressor. The whole trouble would lie in stopping her crazed passion once it got violently aroused. Suddenly Julia gulped down the rest of her drink, stood up and slipped her robe off. Carla sucked in her breath. The sight of the nurse's sleek, willowy body always excited her deeply. Tonight Julia wore a sheer blue bra, low-cut with most of her small creamy tits exposed, a pair of matching crotchless panties, and sexy nylons and very high heels, emphasizing her beautifully tapered legs.

She grabbed Carla's hand and led her to the bedroom, chatting cheerfully all the way as if they were going to a tea party. Steven followed, his somber eyes gleaming on Carla's lush curves. In the bedroom, Julia undressed Carla, leaving on her sheer black crotchless panties. The panties had tiny erotic figures embroidered onto them in various positions of oral and regular sex. A close examination revealed some of the intertwined couples were women, others two women and a man. The panties were very expensive, Julia was not one to bitch about money when it came to sexual pleasure. Now Steven stripped, his skin pale like Julia's, his body also lean. From his dark bush a gigantic hardon loomed, a vivid crimson compared to the rest of his white skin. His prick was not unusually thick but it was extremely long, as Carla had found out to her horror and eventual ecstasy when he'd shoved it brutally up her ass a few nights earlier. Steven was a lot like Julia, except strangely silent most of the time. It was easy for Carla to see that Julia called the shots virtually all the time with Steven. They were so much alike physically, though...

The moment Carla's tits were bared, Julia clutched them in her hands and moaned as she crushed them to her own small tits, rubbing her steaming cunt lewdly to Carla's. She rammed her tongue into Carla's mouth, and for a minute simply stood there, making lustful fucking motions against the housewife's dripping crotch. The mere touch of Julia was enough to start the strange weak helplessness in Carla's trembling flesh, the eerie desire to humble herself completely before the sultry nurse, to kiss her ass reverently and lick her pussy and turn into a grovely sex-slave. Silently, Steven handed Julia a short black whip as the nurse jerked her pussy feverishly to Carla's. Then Julia quickly stepped back, her eyes blazing with fierce excitement.

"Kneel down and lick my cunt," she whispered. "Suck me off, honey. Move it!"

Trembling, Carla got on her knees and grabbed Julia's hot ass in her fingers. Closing her eyes so she could concentrate on the exquisite feeling of guilt and shame, she squirmed her wet mouth to Julia's burning pussy and lapped deep with her tongue. Oh Christ, if her husband and children saw her now! Kneeling before an obscenely sexy blonde, licking at her cunt like a dog in heat, and loving every juicy moment of it... The whip suddenly came down and tore across Carla's jutting ass and she screamed.

"Suck it, damn you!" hissed Julia, one hand clutching Carla's head to crush it brutally to her squirming cunt. "Give me a decent blowjob, for Christ's sake, don't lick at it like it's a lollipop! Eat, you hot bitch, eat it!"

Tears in her eyes and her trembling ass quivering with the hot lash of the whip, Carla dug her mouth harder to Julia's soaked cunt. The taste of Julia's pussy was surprisingly sweet, unlike her personality, and she'd perfumed her pussy-hairs so at least Carla's nostrils and lips and tongue were flooded with pleasure, even though her asscheeks were in agony. The blonde was now fucking Carla's mouth with obscene lunges of her slim hips, slow, savage jerks of her hot cunt to Carla's face, deep animal groans coming from her throat. She brought the whip down over Carla's ass without warning every thirty or forty seconds, swinging it in a vicious arc to bring muffled screams of pain from the housewife's numb lips. Then Julia was cumming in long spasms, brutally smearing Carla's face