On the very first deep thrust, Karen felt the membrane of her virginity give way. His hard penis went crashing deep inside her vagina and out again. Before she could stop to think of pain, it was in and out again. Each time the swollen organ entered her tender channel it forced the split in her maidenhead to grow larger, and in a very few seconds she was most definitely not a virgin anymore. But the sensation was so exciting to her that she barely felt the pain. The heat and sweet wetness of his thrusts were so sexy and satisfying to her precocious young flesh that the pain was negligible.
She put her hands on his head and pressed his mouth against her nipple as he bored away at her nether region. She was sweating in great, rolling beads and the erotic scent of her wet underarms filled his nostrils with the unmistakable aroma of her damp excitement. The hard tip of her nipple strutted before the loving attack of his tongue like a good soldier.
Kathie was up on her hands and knees now, straining her neck to see every possible detail. The covers were stretched over her back, her panties were halfway down her legs, and her hand was busy as a bee between the parted lips of her glistening genitals. She could see the penis going in and out her sister's organs and she could see Rodney's mouth sucking the swollen tips of her breasts.
"Oh, wow," she whispered to herself in the darkness, "I think he's going to make her come. Listen to her-she's as noisy as Jerri was that time.”
Kathie was doing a very dedicated job of stimulating her own sensitive spot. But although she had made herself very wet for the first time, she wasn't quite able to attain an orgasm when they did. As she looked on, Karen and the young man gripped each other tighter and tighter, twisting and turning their damp bodies until they both fell heavily on the bedspread and quit moving. She could hear them breathing loud and raspy for a few minutes after.
"Lie still and I'll clean us up," Karen suddenly told Rodney, taking him by surprise.
Jesus, he thought to himself, the little chick's acting like a pro at this.
But the real reason was that she was anxious to keep him from finding out that he had been her first real lover. She hurried to the bathroom for a wet washcloth and carefully wiped his penis-all signs of blood were removed. Then she washed herself off good from the hot water faucet. Her secret was safe.
Rodney was exhausted. He had come to the Spicer house for a date with Jerri, but had wound up in bed with both her mother and her little sister. It was much too much to think about. As he stumbled off to the guest bedroom to sleep, he hesitated a minute at the door. "Okay, sugar," he told Karen, "you can fuck like a mink. For a thirteen-year-old, you really know how to handle that pussy and tits. But just be damned sure you handle your mouth as well. Know what I mean?”
She warmed under the compliment and turned her face up to him with a knowing little grin. "Don't worry, I won't tell Mom or Jerri. I'd be in as much trouble as you if they found out.”
He glanced down the stairs at Jane Spicer, saw that she was still blissfully sleeping, then went on to the guest room and was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.
Back in the girls' room, Karen was also nearly asleep. But as she drifted off, she thought of her upcoming study date with Kenny. Now she could be sure she'd be up to his expectations. Fifteen used to sound old to her, she mused, but after letting her sister's twenty-one-year-old boyfriend take her cherry Kenny would be easy to handle.
Kathie wasn't asleep yet either. She was thinking about Rodney's remark as he left and about Karen's answer. She had almost forgotten that it was, after all, Jerri's boyfriend she'd been watching in bed with Karen. Then she thought of Karen's date with Kenny.
Hmmmm, she thought to herself excitedly. If Karen can do things with her big sis's boyfriend, maybe I can too-with Kenny! Wouldn't that be groovy if I could figure out a way to get him to screw me?
Chapter 7
Kathie went to sleep that night with her fingers between the still-moist lips of her hairless young pubic mound. And in her dreams came scenes of faceless boys trying to see up her dress. She was laughing and running about between them. From time to time she yanked her skirt up and let one of them see the frilly panties she wore. It was always the same boy, and he was the only one she could recognize. It was Kenny, the boy who was coming to study with Karen.
Jane, deep in an alcoholic stupor, slept long and well. When she finally did wake up her head felt like it had been run over by a coal truck. She jumped up from the chair in which she'd spent the night, thought wildly and nervously about the events of the night before, then headed for the bathroom.
After a good hot show she felt much better. She was amazed at what little guilt she felt about letting her daughter's young boyfriend make love to her. Amazed and pleased. The liquor had helped, of course, but it had mainly been because she wanted to do it. Once she admitted that fact to herself, everything else fell pretty well into perspective. Maybe she'd been being much too hard on herself about her sexual desires. They existed. Why not admit them and do something to satisfy them? Suddenly she was able to be very objective about things. She marched straight upstairs and woke Rodney up.
"Lover, you were great fun last night," she candidly told him. "And I'm sorry I conked out on you before the second session. But you'd better get up and hightail it out of here before Jerri comes home and wants to know what's been going on. I can keep the girls quiet about you spending the night here, but you'd better scat.”
He was up and into his clothes in seconds. On the way out the door he asked if he could ever see Jane again, and she replied, "Maybe you can. We'll see." She smiled to herself as she heard his car drive away. She was feeling pretty confident.
The phone rang. It was an unfamiliar voice. Oh, no, she thought to herself, if it's… if it's that obscene caller again, I'll scream. Jane had no idea the obscene caller had phoned once while she was out and talked to her daughter; the exact thing she feared. But it wasn't him at all.
"For shame, Jane," chided the man. "This is Herbert. Herbert out at Twin Acres!”
She was embarrassed at not recognizing his voice. It was the golf pro at the country club where she and her husband used to spend a lot of time before he passed away. She apologized and they made small talk for a few minutes, then he got down to business. He told her he'd seen her having dinner with someone one night at a restaurant and wanted to know if she'd go out with him.
She knew he must have seen her with either Harry or Terry, but didn't know which one. It didn't matter. She let him know that she was through grieving over her husband's death and that she'd be glad to go out with him sometime. A date was set to play a few rounds of golf the following Sunday afternoon and she hung up, smiling.
A few days before, she would have been ashamed to know that Herbert had spotted her with another man. Now she didn't care at all. She was even glad. For Herbert, she well remembered, was a quite good-looking man. He had been a good friend of her husband's. Now she just might accept him as a good friend of her own.
She thought of how smart he always looked in his golfing clothes, with his tanned face and his strong white teeth. He was only a few years younger than her husband, but he was a very appealing man. It just might be that he would become a very good friend to her, she mused. It all depended on him. With her new sense of gradually changing values about sex, Jane was ready for almost anything.
Jerri came home that afternoon, reported that her date had been fun but not fun enough, and promptly went to bed. The next day she explained to her mother that the boy was cute enough, but had tried to weasel out of paying checks and getting her to do it on some pretext. She wasn't going to see him anymore. She wanted to know if Rodney had called while she was out. It was hard for Jane to control her voice, but she did.