Suddenly his play finger was stealing along her crevice, sliding along the whole length of her puffing, wet labia, teasing the tender flesh. As his digit touched her clitzone and traced its length along her pubic bone and out to the exposed peak, he shivered.
"Damn!" he muttered around a timid, wild-red nipple. "Beautiful!"
"Ohhhh, ohhh!" she gasped, feeling him explore her cunt even more. He liked her girlie cock, he liked her cunt! Then his fingertip touched a new spot – her urethra! As he pushed gently at the tender opening of her bladder, his thumb came up and rested at the base of her stiffening clit!
"Ohh, Ohh!" she breathed, lifting her crotch higher. "Ooohhhh, Carl!"
He knows so much about pussy! she thought dizzily. My vagina is starting to twitch inside. It wants prick! His prick! Ohhhh, now he's rolling my clit, just the way I do when I have my fun alone! He's making it stand up real hard! Ohhhh, I am going to cum for him!
She moaned and reached her hand inside his trunks! He trembled as her fingers closed on his cockmeat, and his thumb teased her tumid, tingling clit again and again! The feel of prick in her hand, big and new and stiff, the foreskin still on it, surged her need higher!
Slowly, ever so slowly, the achy tingles in her crotch began to sharpen! He was teasing her up the sweet slope of her need, drawing honey from her loins while his lips sucked at her nipples with that same kind of sexy up and down motion, in and out of his mouth, until she was nearly ready to shout! His prick flexed in her fingers, he pushed more firmly on her clit and urethra and suddenly the tingling in her cunt turned into a throbby, sweet culmination! Streaks of fire shot from her nipples to her clit, her ass lifted, her inner cunt fluttered and then she was going into her cum!
"Ohhh, ohh, ohhh, honey!" she cried, her legs jerking, her breasts heaving.
Just as she reached her shivery summit, his finger suddenly shot into her twitching, cumming cunt! Ohhhh, that did it!
"Go off, sweetie!" he breathed on her jiggling breasts. "Go off for me!"
She cried out fiercely. The honeyed nuances of her joy were not as deep and hard as she had known before, but ohhhh, they were good! She was cumming for him! The way that he said it, like go off, was horribly sexy! Her inner cunt twitched, her clit fired and fired its honey, her ass jiggled up and down with the beats of her delight.
"Ohhhh, oh, ooohhhh!" she panted, floating down into her aftermath, her sugary twinges of relief, what she had needed all day long! It was a blanket and picnic and fun kind of orgasm, feeding her awful need!
And I didn't dream about Steve! she thought. I had my cum for Carl! He asked me to go off and I did it! I made the scene!
"Beautiful!" he murmured against her puffed, tender breasts. He sat up, his hand still inside her panties, holding her wet, tingling cunt. He grinned. "That make you feel better?"
"Ohhhh, wow!" she giggled, catching his mood. He did not want to be real serious right now. And that was best! He was taking her mind away from her terrible sin, he was just adorable! "I feel so good I want a lot more!"
"Good!" he chuckled. "Nice, hot pussy."
She clutched his prick, feeling his man-wetness on her fingers. "Ohhhh, nice big cock! You have some picnic juice for me later on, honey?"
He smiled, and suddenly they both burst out laughing. Ohhhh, he was fun, he understood, he liked her to talk sexy and they were going to hit it off just great! After all, they could not fuck all the time!
CHAPTER TEN
"Isn't it wonderful that Nancy can see again, honey?" Elsa Goodman said to her husband, Dean. She stood behind his chair in the den, her hands on his shoulders. He was watching TV, but he was obviously not very interested. The summer reruns were getting stale.
"Sure as hell is," Dean grinned, finishing his can of beer. "And she's out on a date with the doctor."
"So that leaves us alone," Elsa murmured, running her fingers down inside his half-opened shirt. She had always been rather forward in their sex play, he liked it, even though he was thoroughly all man. He had a beautiful big prick, and she knew that Steve had inherited the same nice size.
She knew something else, too. She was fully aware that her handsome son had gotten his big rod in Nancy's dainty young cunt…
She was not dumb. She had seen it developing for years, but she had desperately hoped it would not happen, because she had a very guilty secret in her own past which partly explained why her two sexy children had finally "gone and done it".
Her first screw had been with her own older brother…
Kurt had been thirty to her fifteen, but that had not made it any better than what Nancy and Steve had done. Young people matured so fast nowadays! And the Pill had not come into general usage until she had reached the age of twenty-five or so, long after she had had Steve and Nancy.
As she watched Dean's prick begin to swell inside his pants, as she kissed his neck and felt her clit stiffen, she remembered her first screw so vividly that it was still almost like yesterday! Her family had lived in a small Swedish community north of Spokane. Kurt had been away for several years working on construction, and the day that he had driven up in front of the house in a new shiny car, her parents had been gone and no one else was around, she had rushed out to greet him…
"Hey, is this my real sister?" Kurt had laughed, gripping her around the waist. "All grown up and sexy as hell!"
Elsa had developed early, and at fifteen she had large breasts and a full rounded ass. She had started playing with her pussy at twelve. Plenty of young guys had been hanging around, she had enjoyed a few back-seat flings and felt of a few pricks, but she had been too afraid to let any young stud stick it in her pussy. She had never trusted rubbers.
"Oh, you!" Elsa exclaimed, feeling sharp thrills at a spot where girls were not supposed to feel them with a brother. She broke away, giggling, and led him into the house. She could not keep from twitching her ass to let him know just how grown up she really was.
She had gussied up for a walk down to the village center for a cola, she had on her shortest miniskirt and a tight jersey. As she plopped down on the sofa and looked Kurt over, she saw his eyes go to her pantied crotch. She did not try to push her skirt forward. She did not need to be modest with her own handsome, dashing brother!
She explained about their parents being gone for the afternoon, she had offered to make him a sandwich but he took a drink, and she joined him – a thing she was not supposed to do. But it was a kind of celebration, having him home again. And she just had to flirt with him a little!
"You got a girlfriend over on the coast?" she asked, feeling the whiskey she was not used to.
"Oh, several," he grinned. He had never married. "None as cute as you, Elsa. Boys been getting any?"
"No!" she giggled, blushing. "Too dangerous."
"What would you do if you had a chance to screw and not get knocked up?" he kidded.
"Why, shame on you!" she exclaimed. "I probably would…"
He laughed. "You always were a little daredevil. Don't you want to save your cherry?"
"Oh, who expects that anymore?" she giggled. She was feeling really high. She loved to talk sexy, she and some of her girl chums really laid it on. One claimed she was getting it regular from an older man who used rubbers. An uncle, even. She was getting a really super idea.
"Kurt, why don't you break me in, huh?"
"You little twitch," he grinned. "I ought to paddle your ass." But he was getting a funny look in his eyes, staring at her breast-bulges and up under the hem of her miniskirt. She had not seen him for so long that he did not seem like a relative at all!
"I mean it!" she said, opening her legs. "Nobody would ever find out!"