Chapter 4
"Oooooh, Don," moaned Cindy, 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, Don 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 Cindy'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 rod 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 Cindy'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, Don, darling, honey, big brother, oooo! Your big hot
prick, so beautiful! Unnngh! Gonna come, 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, Don 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 come 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.
Don concentrated on fucking her to a steady, powerful rhythm,
ignoring her sobs and cries for his jism. Any jerk could come
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 coming prematurely.
Because Don 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, Don 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 rod,
screaming that she was unable to stop coming and demanding his
cum now, now, now!
Don 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 Don 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 coming
on the spot, or sticking your hard-on 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, Don 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, Don
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 Don'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, Don 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 coming, 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 rod
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 Don pumped
forcefully, more than half his long dick piercing her
incredibly tight cunt. Don could feel her boiling loins sucking
at his jism 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 Cindy'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, Cindy
was hysterical with excitement.
Gradually, after she'd milked his limp rod dry with her
clasping cunt, Don 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 Cindy'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 coming 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," Cindy 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 Don to have grateful young pussy gushing
all over him afterward, but hell, this was Cindy, 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
Cindy 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.
Don 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.
Don 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 Don 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, Don was jerked back to the resent to see his
little sister lewdly washing his fresh hard-on 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," Don 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 hard-on.
Whimpering with excitement, Cindy gently slid down on his
throbbing prick, her pussy a juicier fit now that he was
breaking it in. For a few minutes Don 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 Cindy as he'd watched her
blossom-out into a stunning piece of pussy.
And as Cindy rode his huge hard-on, her eyes filled with
tears of lustful joy, her tawny hips swinging with passion, her
hands clutching his fiercely to her swollen young tits, Don 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?
Cindy was starting to come now, loud sobs and frantic fucking
movements signaling her wild orgasm, feverish ripples of
pleasure shooting through Don's hard meat. Time for dirty pool.
Don seized his sister's hips and suddenly lifted her
completely off his cock. In the few seconds that followed,
while Cindy cried out in surprise and anger, he positioned her
asshole directly over his blazing knob.
Then Don gritted his teeth and slammed her down.
Shock and horror crossed Cindy's lovely face and her huge
eyes filled with tears. And 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!" Don 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," Don lied.
Cindy 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
Cindy 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, Don reasoned, so it
might as well be her own loving brother. And he noticed that in
spite of her girlish sobs, Cindy 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
Cindy'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 Cindy was jerking faster and sobbing louder,
her nails raking over her brother's flat hard stomach viciously
as she began to come, 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, Don! Oooo! Hurts!
But I like it! I love it! Harder, baby, harder!"
Now the girl was pumping her soft asscheeks feverishly on his
rod, unable to control her excitement, the pain worse than ever
but her fiery lust uncontrollable too.
Like Cindy's sweet mouth and tight pussy, her asshole had its
own unique, boiling juiciness, a frantic excitement that was
quickly bringing Don to the brink of his climax. And Cindy
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!" Don groaned, feeling her juicy tunnel
begin to suck his hot jism from deep in his loins. "Your wild
fantastic ass, honey! Mmmmmf! Yeah! Work it!"
Cindy 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 Don 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, Don smoked a cigarette while Cindy 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," Cindy 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," Don 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. Don 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,
Don 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 Don
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 Cindy, sitting up
and hefting his heavy cock in her fingers.
"You're on, Sis," he grinned, and Don 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 Cindy 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 Don'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 Cindy was destined
to be something quite different than her mother, although her
mother had more than her share of obscene secrets.
Cindy would quickly become the hottest, wildest, most
lascivious swinger and switch-hitter ever to come out of the
small town of Pacific Gardens.
Thanks to her brother, her mother, her father and the hot-
lipped nympho, Sally Owens, who was only doing what Cindy's
father told her to do.
Turning both young girls on like crazed animals in heat.