"Abby," he gasped, trying to pull himself up onto her body, "let me fuck you now!"
"Nooooo!"
"God Abby, I'd do anything if you'd let me!"
"No, I don't want to fuck. I want you to keep doing that!"
"Please Abby, I…"
"Eat my pussy, Perry! Ohhhh God, keep doing it!"
When she felt him press his lips against again, she sighed with relief. He had her clit now. He'd finally learned that it was a special spot on her body. She rewarded him with a hug of her thighs. Her toes spread and tingled. She felt like her skin was glowing red hot. The slurpy sounds between her thighs grew louder as Perry captured her clit between his lip and tongue and worked it over good.
"Ohhh… Yaaahhhh! I'm gonna come, darling! Ohhhhhh!"
Her thin arms flailed the ground and she beat against Perry's back. She was so excited she was seeing stars. And she couldn't get enough air, couldn't scratch that lovely tickle enough. The explosion ripped through her and she could no longer stifle her passion. She gave a long, shuddering cry and fell limp on the grass.
Perry was up, jerking at his pants and looking around like the marines had landed. Abby could see him spinning in panic. Of course her father must have heard her scream. Everyone must have heard it, even Jim the chauffeur who lived down by the garages. She pushed herself weakly onto an elbow but slumped back. Perry bent over her, pulling both arms.
"For God's sake, Abby get up. Somebody'll be coming."
"You might zip your fly," she managed, staggering to her feet and leaning heavily against the nearest tree. Her sandals were somewhere in the long grass. She felt around with her feet, holding onto the tree for support. Someone was tapping on the French doors that opened onto the patio from the house. Perry went over and swung them apart.
"Hello Mr. McNarey, awful good to see you, sir." Perry was breathless, trying to comb his hair. But he was using the back of the comb instead of the teeth. Abby looked at Perry, then at her father, and began to laugh. Carl McNarey frowned and pushed a hand through his thick hair. For a man of fifty he looked like dynamite and he knew it. Abby was always amused at his vanity.
"Abby, what was all that…?"
"I'm just fine, Dad. Perry was tickling me and I couldn't get loose. I just had to scream." Her father fingered one of his biceps and glanced at Perry. Perry nodded and laughed. He was so nervous he was about to pee his pants. Again Abby enjoyed watching him squirm.
"Won't do it again, sir," Perry blurted. "Just got carried away."
Her father lifted an eyebrow as if to say he didn't believe a word of what they'd told him. Abby wondered if he could smell the hint of hot, raw pussy that seemed to float in the heavy air of the patio. She sure could and it was her own aroma too. Carl McNarey rubbed his muscled belly and turned on his heel. He stopped at the French doors.
"Your mother went to bed with a headache. It would be nice if you didn't awaken her before morning." As her father departed down the hall, Abby clucked her tongue. Mother in bed early. That meant that Carl would be spending some time with his sister. As strange as it sounded to her, it seemed natural too. She'd glimpsed them kissing once four years ago when Mona came to stay with them. And then her father's sister moved in to stay. Poor Florence hadn't suspected a thing, Abby knew. Or maybe she knew all and let things go along as always. Florence had never been too hot for lovemaking. It was a wonder her mother had managed to get enough seed shot into her to make three babies. It was only because father was such a virile lover, no doubt. Abby sucked her lip.
"But it is incest," she said aloud. Perry looked up at her from tying his shoe.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. Just family secrets."
She was trying to imagine Mona under the heaving body of her father. Mona was a tall woman with very small breasts. She had a continuous tennis tan and her face was wrinkled not so much from her forty-five years as from the constant bombardment from the sun. She wore her gray-blond hair in loose curls. She was a striking woman for her age, much sexier than mother. So it was no surprise that their father was drawn to her. Except for that one, nagging detail. Mona was Carl's sister. For the first time in her life, Abby was really considering the possibility that her father and his sister did more than just kiss. But she hadn't any proof of anything more, had she?
"Isn't there some way we could go to your room?" Perry whined, jerking at his shoelace. It broke and he cursed and threw the ragged piece into the grass.
"I'm bored with you tonight, Perry. Here father came and accused us and you let me make up the excuse. Don't you have any creative ability at all? You're a wimp under pressure… an absolute wimp!"
"Don't be mad, Abby!" he gasped, getting up to go after her. She let him catch her at the French doors, let him pull her into his arms. She kissed him a little, giving him only the tip of her pink tongue. "I did what you wanted, didn't I?" he breathed against her ear. He smelled strongly of pussy. Her pussy. But somehow she wasn't turned on by that fact. Instead, a vagrant thought flew into her mind. Something so wild that she had no idea where it'd come from. It was her brother's face smeared with her juices. For just an instant it was Howell standing there, his big arms surrounding her, his hands moving.
"Oh! Let me go, Perry. Why don't you go home now? I think I'll go upstairs."
"Abby, for God sake!" He pulled her close. "My balls are hurting. You've got me so excited."
"Oh… you men!" She pulled his fly open and plunged her long fingers inside. She searched under the elastic of his jockey shorts until she found the rigid shaft of his cock. It felt damp and very, very hot. She began to squeeze the spongy tip and massage the skin up and down.
"Abby… Jesus! Ohhh Jesus Christ!"
"You tell me before you come, damn it, last time I got it all over my best sweater."
"Don't stop, Abby. Ohhh God, God damn!"
Abby could feel the blood rushing to his balls and cocktip. His shaft was throbbing how, pounding forcefully against her palm as she jacked him. She felt his belly go hard, watched his eyes roll in his head. He choked on a breath and fell back against the side of the small porch. The top of his slacks came unbuttoned and fell halfway down his thighs. Abby didn't let on how much the sight of his prick and balls affected her. She could see the heavy orbs swinging back and forth as she worked the skin of his tumid cock. She found herself staring at the tiny slitted opening at the tip of the head. She'd never been that interested in the mechanics of sex before but suddenly she was very curious about exactly what it looked like when a male came. And this male who was panting and leaning against the side of the house was about to do that very thing.
"Abby… a Abby… Abbeeee!" he rasped, hands going to her shoulders as his eyes rolled shut. The first appearance of seed was only a bubble. It was followed by a rivulet of foamy white and then came the big surge. A thick streak of jizz leaped into the air and splattered loudly on the bricks of the patio. Perry's face looked torn between absolute pleasure and excruciating pain. Maybe because at the first leap of seed, Abby had become so interested in the way his prick was pumping that she'd stopped working the skin up and down the shaft. She started the rhythmic milking again and another flood of hot curds rolled thickly from the little opening. They dribbled down over her knuckles, down into the curls around Perry's balls until at last the drops splattered down to join the growing puddle between his feet.
"Yuckk," she whispered, seeing the sticky, slimy strings of her date's cum hanging between her fingers. She wiped them against his shirt and shuddered a little, her fascination quickly gone. How did all that snotty-looking stuff make a baby, she wondered. And yet even with the aversion she felt for its consistency, something about its slickness, its aroma, made an unexpected thrill tremble through her.