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Melissa found Stephanie's brother in the back yard, stacking the last of several large sacks of gardening soil and fertilizer beside the garage walkway. His hair was tousled and his T-shirt was damp; the redhead could see the boy's developing muscles flexing beneath the thin, cotton material. She felt a funny sensation in the pit of her stomach and stood for a moment watching him. Weird, she thought, that just looking at his body could stir such a reaction in her, especially since she'd just left off making love repeatedly to his sister. It wasn't that she felt any less desire for Stephanie, but she definitely felt something related yet different watching her lover's brother. She felt more determined than ever in her decision to make Brad her first male lover.
He straightened at last and turned to see her watching him. "You done?" he asked, a bit petulantly, oblivious to her ogling.
Melissa sighed inwardly, stifling her impulse to snap back with a sharp retort in response to his obvious jealousy. Instead, she smiled, cocked an eyebrow meaningfully, and said, "I'm just waiting to get started, whenever you're ready."
"Get started with what?" the boy demanded, looking suspicious but intrigued.
"I just thought you might want to come over to my house. I'm sure it would be okay if you stayed for dinner, and until then, maybe we could just hang out in my room and stuff," she answered with what she hoped was nonchalance.
Brad grinned mischievously. "Stuff? What kind of stuff?" he wanted to know.
"Whatever kind of stuff you'd like," Melissa told him with a half-smile and a level gaze. "What would you like?"
"How `bout stuff like we did in the car yesterday?" he asked, his voice betraying his eagerness.
"You mean teasing you something awful and then never letting you come?" the redheaded twelve-year-old asked with a sidelong glance. She paused a moment, studying him with a serious expression. "I think we could do better than that, don't you?"
He swallowed visibly and blurted, "Jeez! You mean it?"
"Sure, why not?" she shrugged with a pleased expression. "So are we gonna' ask your dad if you could come over?"
"Uh, sure, yeah! Absolutely!" the dark-haired youth babbled, beside himself with excitement. Then he paused and looked down at his clothing, soiled with garden dirt and fertilizer. "But maybe I'd better change clothes first, huh?"
"Don't take too long – I might change my mind," Melissa teased, adding, "I'm kidding!" hurriedly in response to his suddenly stricken expression. "I'm not changing my mind," she reassured him. "Just hurry up, `cause I want this as much as you do!" She felt herself blush at the frank admission, but Brad wasn't around to witness her discomfiture – he'd run off like a jackrabbit.
She wandered back inside the Muller home and suddenly found herself face to face with Stephanie's father as he was entering the dining room. "Hi," he greeted her, his voice pleasant but an odd expression on his face.
"Uh, hi, yourself," Melissa responded, acutely aware that the last time he had seen her she had been completely naked with her face buried between his daughter's legs. She found herself quickly becoming flustered, her cheeks burning and her heart starting to thud in her chest.
John Muller seemed equally ill at ease; there was a moment of awkward silence before he asked, "Everything alright?"
"Yeah, it is," the twelve-year-old girl answered truthfully with a shy grin. "Thanks for, uh, you know, making some time for Stephanie and me."
"You're quite welcome," he nodded. "I, um, I guess I should have knocked louder before opening the door, huh? I just got worried when I called and there wasn't any answer." He looked like he was expecting her to lash out at him.
"It's okay," Melissa smiled weakly, "It really wasn't a big deal. I mean, it's not like you haven't seen anything like that before, right?" She cursed herself inwardly. Why did she say something like that? What was she trying to do?
"Yeah, right, uh, sort of," the man mumbled, clearly flustered. "Though I hadn't ever seen you, I mean, like that, you know. You – you're really a beautiful girl!" he blurted.
It was Melissa's turn to become tongue-tied. "Um, thanks," she mumbled at last, blushing furiously. "Stephanie's beautiful, too," she added, not wanting to feel singled out for his compliments.
The older man's face froze, and for an awful moment, Melissa was sure she had overstepped the bounds. But at last he swallowed and said seriously in a very soft voice, "Yes, yes she is. And I'm really glad that someone else sees that, too."
He looked at her with an intense but unfathomable expression and Melissa was suddenly very aware of how close the two of them were standing to each other. The moment stretched on, and she almost thought the man was about to reach out and pull her to him. But at that instant, Brad came bounding into the room, stopping suddenly as he saw Melissa and his father in what seemed to be a very deep and intimate conversation.
"Oh, sorry," the eighth-grade boy apologized with an uncomfortable mumble.
His father looked up with a hint of a rueful smile. "It's all right, son. Did you finish stacking those bags by the garage walk?"
"Yeah, Dad," he assured the man. "I'm all done. Listen," he went on in a rush, "I wondered if it would be okay if I went over to Melissa's house for a while. She said I could stay for dinner." He stopped suddenly as if the thought just occurred to him that Melissa might have already asked the same thing.
Mr. Muller glanced at the pubescent redhead beside him. "That okay with you? I take it you'd invited him?"
"Yeah. If it's okay with you," she added, trying to smile encouragingly.
"That's fine, then," he assented with a strange, helpless look, turning again to his son. "I'm glad you're finally getting a chance to spend some time together." He nodded, almost to himself, before adding, "Remember your manners. Melissa's mother seems like a very nice woman and doesn't deserve any nonsense, okay?"
"Okay, Dad," Brad promised, struggling to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "I'll see you tonight, then, all right? Bye!" he called as he turned to head for the front door. He stopped, suddenly realizing that Melissa was still standing there. "You ready?" he asked her.
"Yeah, I'm ready, Brad," she laughed. "Bye, John," she said to his father in a lower voice. "Spend some time with Stephanie, okay? It would be good for both of you."
He responded with a weak smile but promised that he would, and Melissa followed the dark-haired boy out the front door.
When they reached the sidewalk, Brad reached for her hand and they walked along, both conscious that the act made them officially a "couple" in the eyes of any schoolmates, and Melissa said as much to Brad.
Brad snorted, "Don't you think everyone's sort of gonna think that already after the dance?" He gave her a sidelong glance.
Melissa giggled and winced with remembered embarrassment. "Jeez, I'd totally forgotten about that! Yeah, I guess you're right. Shit, I can just imagine what kinds of things they're gonna say in school tomorrow."
"Do you really care?" the dark-haired boy asked, his voice growing serious.
She looked at him for a moment. "No, I really don't," she finally decided, and squeezed his hand. "After the past couple of days, somehow what those losers think somehow doesn't matter all that much."
"That's kind of what I thought, too," Brad said with a slight smile, and he squeezed her hand back. They walked the rest of the way to Melissa's house in silence, enjoying the feel of each other's hand and occasionally flashing little, flirtatious glances at each other, which would cause them both to giggle in anticipation what the remainder of the afternoon might have in store for them.
"All right, I admit it – it was a bad idea," Margaret giggled as she and her son tumbled in the side door of their home in the mid-afternoon. "I never even thought about how it would look if I dragged a fourteen-year-old boy into an adult sex shop."
"Well, the look on the saleslady's face when I walked in was almost worth getting thrown out over," Keith laughed as he closed the door behind them. He followed his mother into the kitchen and set the large set of shopping bags down he'd been carrying down on the floor. "I thought she was going to shit a brick!"
"Well, I'm glad you're not upset, and I hope it wasn't too bad having to wait in the car," his mother murmured, pausing to stroke his cheek sympathetically. She set her own smaller bag of purchases down on the kitchen table and turned to face her teenaged son.
"Naw, I didn't mind," he shrugged. His eyes narrowed into a lustful gleam. "So when do I get to see what you got?" He reached out and boldly ran his fingers across his mother's nipples, clearly visible under the thin material of her sweater.
Margaret gasped at his impudence but made no effort to push his hand away. "Hmmm. Let me think," she said in a teasing voice.
Keith began to slowly circle her breasts with his finger. "Don't take too long thinking," he advised in a suggestive tone. With his other hand he reached down and began to unfasten her pants, just as he had that morning in the kitchen before they'd frantically fucked against the refrigerator.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing to me, sexy lover," his mother growled, her voice thick with lust. "Did it ever occur to you that your sister might be home?"
A startled look crossed the boy's face, quickly replaced by an evil gleam. "Hey, Sis!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Are you home? If you are, come down to the kitchen – Mom's got something for you!"
"Oh! You are so naughty!" Margaret shushed him, giggling despite herself. "What if she really is home? What am I supposed to show her? Now, stop that!" she laughed, squirming as her son's fingers succeeded in unzipping her thin slacks and quickly worming into her shaved, already-wet pussy.
Keith shrugged unrepentantly, "Doesn't sound like she's home after all. Too bad," he murmured, waggling his eyebrows meaningfully. "At least that way I might get to see what you've got in the bag."
"Ohhhhh!" his mother sighed as the impudent teenager's fingers began sliding rapidly back and forth inside her throbbing cunt slit. She could feel her self-control slipping away. "How do you know that what I got wasn't for you?" she asked, her teasing tone spoiled by a sudden gasp of pleasure as Keith slid his hand up under her thin sweater to caress her large, soft breasts.
"So why don't you show me? Then I'll know," her son demanded, grinning as he pushed her backwards until her body came up short against the kitchen counter. He began to work his mother's sweater up higher, attempting to get it up over head one-handed.
Margaret laughed breathlessly and peeled the sweater off altogether, dropping it on the floor and then pulling her son's face in close to her chest in an invitation to suckle her nipples. The boy eagerly complied while continuing to plunge his fingers rapidly in and out of the older woman's slippery cunt. Her slacks had gradually worked their way downwards from their exertions and now hung, forgotten, below her knees as she surrendered to the teenager's incestuous ministrations. She was gasping and moaning repeatedly now as tongues of erotic fire began to tingle throughout her body, radiating from her stimulated cunt and nipples.
Margaret had intended to lure her son upstairs for a long afternoon of lovemaking, but his desperate passion had stirred an equally ardent response and she now wanted nothing more than to rip the fourteen-year-old's clothes off and fuck him right there in the kitchen once more. She began to fumble at the boy's pants in an attempt to free his now bulging cock, but their position and his relentless thrusting of his hand into her cunt made her efforts awkward.
At that moment, she heard the front door of the house open and Melissa calling out in an overly-loud voice, "Mom! I'm home – and I've got company!"
For one agonized moment, mother and son looked at each other, panic in their eyes. Then Margaret's common sense, spurred by desperation, reasserted itself and she hissed to Keith, "Quick, stuff those bags in the broom closet and go stall her while I get myself together!"
Keith scurried to obey, flinging open the closet and throwing the shopping bags in as his mother quickly pulled her slacks back up and fastened them then fished frantically on the floor for her sweater and flung it over her head.
At that moment, Melissa entered the kitchen, calling, "Mom? Anyone home? Oh! Sorry – I didn't hear anyone answer," she explained, stopping suddenly as she saw her mother and brother.
For a long moment, no one spoke. Melissa took in the flushed and tousled appearance of the two other members of her family, the prominent bulge in the front of Keith's pants – and the fact that her mother not only had her sweater on inside out, but her pants appeared to be completely unzipped. Only the presence of Brad behind her kept her from laughing out loud. Clearly she'd interrupted things just as they were starting to get interesting. She waited to see how her mother would react.
For her part, Margaret was so torn between fury at being interrupted, panic at so nearly being caught in a terribly compromising position, and sheer embarrassment that she couldn't speak at all. She caught the look in her daughter's eyes and knew instantly that the girl had a pretty good suspicion that they'd been fooling around. Well, so much the better, she decided; Melissa seemed more amused than upset, which was definitely encouraging.
It was at that moment she noticed that Melissa was accompanied by a dark-haired boy her own age. To her great relief, he only had a faintly puzzled expression on his face; she hoped he would remain oblivious to the sexual undercurrents in the room. Ignoring the other boy for the moment, Margaret said to her daughter in what she hoped was a bright, cheery tone, "Hi, honey! You got home earlier than I expected." She breathed dramatically for emphasis and explained, "Sorry, we'd gone out shopping and we just got home."
She suddenly realized that Keith was now looking at her with a decidedly strange expression, as if he was trying to suppress a laugh as well. Still not understanding what the matter was, she bravely plunged ahead. "So are you going to introduce me to your friend, Melissa?" she asked.
"Uh, sure, Mom," Melissa said, her eyes gleaming with ill-concealed mirth. "Mom, this is my, um, my boyfriend, Brad," she announced, with a quick glance in his direction as if to assure herself that her description of their relationship wouldn't be contradicted, but Brad just grinned broadly so she continued, "Brad, this is my mother, Margaret Randall."
The eighth-grade boy stepped forward and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Randall," he said courteously.
The older woman shook his hand self-consciously, asking him, "Please call me Margaret, Brad. And I'm very pleased to meet you, too. Melissa's talked about you quite a bit lately, so I'm delighted to meet you at last." She was disconcerted to notice that the boy's eyes kept straying down her body and that he seemed to be having to make an obvious effort to keep them returning to her face. She released his hand and stepped back, now genuinely concerned about her appearance. Why was everyone behaving so strangely? Could they somehow read her mind and know that she'd been on the point of fucking her own son when they arrived?
At that point, Melissa asked hurriedly, "Is it okay if Brad helps me with some homework in my room this afternoon? I told him it would probably be okay if he stayed for dinner. Is that all right?"
Margaret looked sharply at her daughter, wondering just what she really intended on doing with her new boyfriend in her room all afternoon since she supposedly had completed her weekend's homework the night before, and more than a little irritated that the girl had simply presumed to invite him to stay for dinner. But the retort she was formulating died on her lips as she realized that she really didn't care what the two of them did – after all, she was trying to get Melissa in the mood to accept sex with her and her son, so what did it really matter? Besides, she suddenly thought, if her daughter was otherwise occupied, she would have all that time alone with Keith.
So instead, she said, "Well, that would be fine with me, sweetheart, and Brad is, of course, welcome to stay for dinner. But dinner's not going to be for at least another three hours, so I hope you can wait that long. And I've got a lot of things to do this afternoon, so I need you to stay out of my hair until then."
Melissa gave her a measured look, but her eyes gleamed as she assured her mother, "Thanks, Mom, and don't worry – I promise you we won't bother you until then. We'll just be in my room, so just come and, uh, just call us when dinner's ready, okay?"
Margaret returned her daughter's calculating look, then smiled tightly at her young girl. It seemed they understood each other.
The minute the two younger children had retreated upstairs, Margaret whirled on her son. "All right, mister. What the hell were you laughing about? It was bad enough we almost got caught, but then I look at you and you're laughing!"
"I wasn't laughing!" he protested, though now he actually did start to laugh. "Uh, maybe you should go check yourself out in the mirror..." he finally suggested gently.
His mother turned on her heel in a fury and stalked into the hallway where there was a mirror on the wall. There were a few seconds of silence, followed by a gasp and an inarticulate cry of dismay. She came back out a moment later with her sweater on right-side out and her slacks now zipped.
"For God's sake, Keith, why didn't you tell me?!!" she moaned, her face burning with embarrassment. "No wonder Melissa's new boyfriend kept looking at me so strangely! Shit! He could probably see my pussy, the way my pants were unzipped! I hope he enjoyed himself," she snorted bitterly.
Her son shrugged philosophically, trying hard not to burst out laughing again. "Well, he didn't look too upset. Besides, look at it this way – why shouldn't he get the same treat his father already did?"
"Ohhhh!" Margaret exploded with rueful exasperation, "Are you trying to make me feel better? Besides, it's all your fault anyway! If you weren't molesting me all over the house every chance you get, I might actually have some dignity left." She sniffed loudly. "How the hell am I supposed to face anyone in that family again? And I already agreed to have our families get together for dinner soon!"
The teenaged boy shrugged again noncommittally, but offered, "Well, is it really a big deal? I mean, their dad was pretty cool about it already, and besides, I was just giving you a hard time – I don't think he actually saw anything just now. If he did, he'd have been a lot more, oh, I don't know – goofy or something, don't you think?"
"Hmmph," his mother sniffed, only partially convinced. "Or he could have been thinking more about what he was going to do with your sister in her room," she added, raising her eyebrows meaningfully.
"Probably!" Keith laughed nervously, then his brow furrowed. "And you're okay with that? I mean, it sounds like you actually want them to, you know, uh, get it on or something!"
"You jealous?" Margaret taunted. To her considerable interest, her son flushed immediately and looked down. She seriously considered telling him about just how sexually awakened his sister had turned out to be and letting him know that it would be quite all right with her if he ventured into Melissa's bed. But eventually her fear of hitting the boy up with too much, too soon won out. So instead, she wryly observed, "Well, son, if there's one thing you've taught me these past couple of days is that when you're ready for that kind of relationship, you're ready."
Her son looked up and grinned in spite of himself, and she continued, "So I trust her to do what she's ready to do, and not to do what she isn't. And besides," she leered, "If she and that boy are, well, occupied for a few hours, don't you think that works out a bit better for us? It seemed to me you were starting something a little while ago that I'd really like to finish."
Now the teenaged boy returned her look of unabashed lust and a big grin spread over his smooth young face. "All right," he breathed, his voice smoky. He stepped close to his mother and once again impudently began to circle her nipples with his fingers. "Let's see, I think we started like this," he teased.
"Not here, you horny little bastard!" Margaret giggled and then lowered her lashes, "Upstairs." She raised her eyes to regard her son. "I can think of at least one place you still haven't fucked me," she murmured.
Keith gave her a puzzled look. "You mean, like the bathroom?"
His mother guffawed loudly. "No, you moron, I don't mean some room in the house!" she snorted with gentle derision.
"Then what – Oh!" the fourteen-year-old exclaimed as he suddenly grasped what his mother was hinting. "Oh! Holy shit! You mean what I think you mean?"
"I don't know – what do you think I mean?" she asked with a droll expression. "Say it!"
"Y-you'd let me, you know, uh, fuck you in – in your ass?" he asked, his expression one of dumbfounded delight.
"Well," his mother drawled, "You seemed pretty keen to try it the other night when you were massaging my back. I kept hoping you would," she admitted, blushing slightly.
"Damn!" the boy swore softly. "I really wanted to, too, but I – well, you know. I was sure you would have freaked out."
"Oh, I would have, I guarantee that," his mother giggled, "Though not the way you were afraid of. That's always been one of my favorite ways to fuck."
"Well, shit! What are we waiting for?" Keith cried, his eyes gleaming with incestuous arousal.
Margaret laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle. "We're waiting for a couple of things. First to make sure your sister and Brad are sufficiently `busy' that they're not going to disturb us. And second, I want you to help me put the plastic mattress cover I bought today on," she paused imperceptibly, "our bed." Her son flashed a quick smile at her possessive characterization, and she continued, "I thought maybe you could give me another massage with the baby oil like you did the other night – only this time you can keep going and shove your beautiful prick up my ass like I wanted you to in the first place."
"Okay, Mom," the young man agreed, practically wriggling like a puppy with eagerness, causing his mother to laugh with pleasure.
"Why don't you snag those shopping bags from the closet and let's tiptoe upstairs and check on how your sister is making out, hmmm?" the woman suggested.
"Probably making out for sure – or maybe even more, you think?" Keith mused, his eyebrows raised in interest.
"Maybe," his mother granted. "Let's just give a real quiet listen outside her door for a moment just to make sure, all right?"
Her son readily agreed and hurried to fetch the bags from the kitchen closet where he'd so frantically thrown them upon Melissa and Brad's unexpected intrusion. Then mother and son crept up the stairs, barely able to stifle mischievous giggles.
At the top of the stairs, Margaret held up her hand for a pause, listened intently, and then slowly peered around the corner down the upstairs hallway. To her relief, her daughter's bedroom door appeared to be tightly shut and she signaled her son for them to proceed.
They padded down the carpeted hallway with exaggerated care, keeping close to the wall to minimize any traitorously squeaking floorboards. They stopped at the door to Melissa's room and cautiously pressed their ears up against the door.
For a moment, the could hear no sounds at all but then they both caught it – the unmistakable sound of a gasp, the breath sharply drawn in with erotic pleasure. Several more gasps followed in short succession, and then they clearly heard Brad's voice emit a low grunt. This was followed by several very loud moans in Melissa's voice, and then suddenly the girl was moaning and panting loudly and continuously. They pulled away from the door and looked at each other, nodding knowingly. Margaret held a finger to her lips cautioning continued silence and the two tip-toed away towards the master bedroom.
As soon as they were safely inside Margaret's room and the door securely closed, both mother and son burst out in giggles.
"I don't think they're going to disturb us, Mom," Keith deadpanned after a moment to recover, to which his mother agreed with a wicked twinkle in her eye. "Do you think they were, you know, actually doing it? Fucking?" the boy wanted to know.
Remembering the wild and noisily enthusiastic way her daughter experienced orgasms, his mother merely said, "No, I think we would have heard a lot more out of both of them, not to mention the bedsprings if they were. But they're definitely into some serious hanky-panky, and who knows? If we just keep standing around here doing nothing, that boy may manage to lose his virginity in your sister's cunt before you lose yours in my ass, don't you think?" she added with a meaningful glance at her fourteen-year-old son. "Why don't you hand me those bags and let's get this bed ready for action!"
The boy complied with a grin and then he shook his head with amazement. "You really don't mind if Melissa has sex with him, do you?"
His mother looked at her son intently for a moment before answering, feeling in the bags he'd handed her for the mattress liner. "No, I really don't," she said at last, seriously. "Like I said, I trust her to do whatever she's ready for. But I've noticed some things about her recently that tell me she's probably ready – just like you were. And besides," she added with a loving glance, "Why shouldn't she find a little pleasure that way herself? We're sure enjoying it, aren't we?" She tore open the wrapper of the mattress liner and shook out the plastic sheet.
"Well, yeah, no shit!" her son chuckled, but his concerned frown quickly returned. "But aren't you worried she'll get pregnant?" He flushed suddenly as he recalled that his sister had practically come right out and told him she wouldn't mind if he got her pregnant himself. He hoped his sudden reddening would go unnoticed.
Margaret motioned for him to help spread the liner over the bed. She had observed her son's odd reaction, of course, and filed it away in her mind for inquiry later – when the situation was a little less delicate, she hoped. To his question, she replied, "I don't think that's a worry, yet, Keith. She hasn't even had her first period; though now that you mention it, I should probably get both of us into the doctor's quite soon."
She tucked the liner over the corners of the mattress on her side of the bed and indicated that her son should do the same on his. Turning, she grabbed the pillows from the floor and placed them on the bed then opened the nightstand drawer and withdrew the bottle of baby oil. In a voice grown suddenly husky, she said, "But enough about your sister for now. She'll do whatever she's going to do. Right now, I want us to get these clothes off and break this new liner in right! I don't think we'll need any blankets, do you?"
Her son allowed as they would probably stay warm while he hurriedly tugged his clothing off to stand naked before his mother. His prick was already swelling with anticipation. She paused to admire his rapidly rising manhood for a couple of seconds before whipping off her own sweater and slacks. "C'mon, lover! I can't wait to feel your beautiful, hard body sliding all over mine and then filling my asshole!"
She spread her arms in welcome and Keith fell into them, their nude bodies immediately writhing against each other, fingers caressing and groping flesh shamelessly. Their lips sought each other and their tongues soon were thrusting lewdly in and out of each other's mouths as Margaret firmly guided them back to the bed. When the backs of her plump thighs bumped the edge of the mattress she simply allowed herself to fall backwards onto the bed, dragging her son – tongue still in her mouth – atop her.
They ground against each other for several more moments, tongues slithering in and out of their mouths while their hands roamed over each other's naked flesh. Margaret could feel her son's cock had swollen to full erection and he was pumping it along the inside of her thighs, gradually working his way up as they continued their obscene embrace.
When Keith's rock-hard prick began to bump into her cunt itself, though sorely tempted to simply open her legs and ease him inside her gushing vagina, she reluctantly broke off their incestuous kiss. "Whoa, big guy!" she gasped, panting heavily. "We've got all the rest of the afternoon, and I want another one of those wonderful massages before you fuck my brains out!"
Her son groaned in mild frustration, but eased his slim, muscled body off hers to allow her to turn over. He paused to drink in the sight of his mother's smooth, creamy back and large, plump ass, marveling at his amazing luck at being able to look and touch her voluptuous body without restraint. "You are so beautiful, Mom," he whispered, almost to himself.
His mother propped herself up on her elbows and craned her neck sideways to look back at her young son. "Thank you, my sweet, sexy lover," she murmured in a voice thick with emotion. "I can't tell you how much it means to me to hear you say so. And you're beautiful, too, my love." She smiled, a warm, loving smile that seemed to her son to bring a light to her entire face before laying her head down on the plastic-covered mattress and placing her arms down at her sides. "So go ahead and get me nice and oily, love. We can't hurt the mattress no matter how oily we get, so let's get really slippery. I think you're gonna' like the way it feels to fuck that way!"
Keith needed no further encouragement, seizing the bottle of baby oil from where his mother had dropped it on the bed and starting to liberally squirt the clear, aromatic fluid all over the woman's back, arms, and shoulders before heaving himself back and giving several generous doses to her legs and thighs, finally drizzling it back and forth over her ample buttocks. He allowed a large amount to run down the crack of her ass, causing her to giggle.
The young boy spread the slick oil over his mother's bare legs and up her thighs, playfully probing deeply between her ass cheeks, eliciting an excited moan from the nude woman. Encouraged, he postponed straddling her to spend some more time and attention on her lower half, continuing to squeeze and knead his mother's legs and thighs with one hand while with the other he began working the fragrant oil more and more deeply into the dark crevice between her legs.
She groaned with erotic pleasure as she felt his fingers make contact with her rubbery, puckered asshole and spread her legs wider apart in unconscious invitation for him to continue. "Ohhhhh! Yes!" she sighed, "Just like that! Touch me everywhere!"
Keith was heady with excitement. The smell of the baby oil blending with the mustier, earthy scent from his mother's crotch carried him back in his memory to the penultimate night when she had first allowed him to see and touch her naked body and then amazed him by sucking his cock all the way down her throat. He felt like he was about to burst from the intensity of the erotic sensation and eagerly bent to comply with his mother's wishes. At that moment, he would have done anything she asked him to.
The boy slid his fingers fully between the older woman's soft, fleshy butt cheeks and began to probe into the opening of her anus itself. To his delight, his mother instantly relaxed her sphincter and he realized that she was urging him to plunge his finger all the way inside her. He pressed forward and, lubricated by the slick oil, his finger slid into her asshole with almost no resistance and buried itself to the palm.
His mother moaned and raised her hips involuntarily. Her son grinned and wriggled his finger inside her bowels then began to slide it slowly in and out of her, causing her to writhe with lewd pleasure. He commenced working the remaining free fingers down into her cunt, spreading the oil and mixing it with the slick quim that was already gushing from her pussy hole so that her entire crotch was one long crevice of slippery, smooth flesh. His fingers wormed up inside her vagina and his mother gasped. Struck with inspiration, the boy pulled his finger out of her rhythmically clenching anus and quickly substituted his thumb, forcing the larger digit quickly into her musky orifice. Thus positioned, he found he could alternate thrusts between thumb and fingers, quickly establishing a slow, sensuous rhythm that actually allowed him to feel the pressure of his fingers sliding against each other through the internal tissues of his mother's rectum and vagina.
The woman was moaning and crying out continuously now, her hips grinding in response to her son's lascivious intrusions. He had three fingers plunging in and out of her sopping, slick cunt hole and his thumb continued to thrust deep into her ass as he knelt above her on the bed.
"Ohhh! Baby! Hunnnggghhhh!" Margaret groaned aloud, "Oh, shit! You're making me – haaaggggghhh!! You're gonna' make me come! Hunngggh! Fuck! Oh, God! You touch me so – unngh! So good!" Her entire body was writhing, contorting with obscene joy at the waves of erotic stimulation her young son was eliciting from her slick cunt and asshole.
Keith redoubled his effort, plunging his fingers and thumb into his mother's vagina and anus with feral abandon, his purported attempts at massaging her legs with his free hand now forgotten. As he realized that he now had an unused hand, a wicked gleam entered his eyes. Shifting position so his weight was entirely supported on his knees, he pulled his thumb out of his mother's asshole and quickly plunged three well-oiled fingers from his left hand down into the crevice of her buttocks, driving past the fleshy curves of her ass cheeks and slamming into the older woman's throbbing anal sphincter, stretching the rubbery ring of muscle taut and burying themselves deep into her bowels.
Margaret shrieked instantly, but it was a cry more of orgiastic lust than of pain. Her son could feel his mother's climax start immediately for her ass and cunt both began to constrict in the rhythmic throbbing that the young boy had soon learned meant she was experiencing an orgasm.
"Haaaaaaaiiiieeeeeee!" the thirty-two-year-old woman screamed as a torrent of white-hot obscene sensation tore through her quivering, full body. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckofuckohfuck! Hunngghh! Hunngghh!" she grunted incoherently while her son kept both sets of three fingers each rammed up inside her pulsating orifices as tightly as he could in spite of her spasmodic thrashing.
His mother's cries finally subsided and her breathing began to slow. Keith slowly pulled his fingers out from within her body and began to gently massage her legs and buttocks, spreading the slick oil over her flushed and perspiring flesh.
"Ohhh, baby, that feels nice," Margaret panted, her face lying pressed sideways against the plastic of the mattress liner as she savored the post-orgasmic tingles still coursing through her. She was silent for a few more moments, luxuriating in the feel of his strong hands caressing her legs and butt. He began to work his hands slowly up her back, pausing to squirt more oil onto her where the previously neglected dose had run off her back to puddle at her sides.
She raised her head and turned to squint at her laboring son. "What did you do to me, lover? At the end just now, I mean?"
"Did you like it?" he asked with an uncertain grin.
"Jeez!" she spluttered, her glistening curves jiggling. "Couldn't you tell? Fuck! You had me coming so fast I didn't know what had hit me! So are you going to answer my question? It felt like you had both hands completely inside me!"
"Uh, just three fingers from each hand," he admitted, continuing to knead the smooth skin of his mother's back.
"Oh, God!" she sighed with a smile, lowering her head to the bed once more and relaxing under her boy's gentle ministrations. She ran her hands down her sides and spread the excess oil gathered there over the soft, plump curves of her side as he continued to massage her back. "I can't wait to feel your big fat cock in my ass now."
Her son looked down at the rigid pole thrust out from between his legs, poised above his mother's ass crack. It glistened wetly from the oil it had picked where it had brushed against her slicked buttocks as he was massaging her earlier. The fourteen-year-old could feel it throbbing with barely-contained eagerness, and he swallowed hard at his mother's unabashedly lusty invitation.
He lowered his body so the tip of his straining cock brushed the plump woman's oil-drenched butt crevice. "What, this big, fat cock?" he teased, grinning mischievously.
His mother groaned, "Don't tease!" and wriggled her buttocks seductively, trying to urge more of her son's prick into her slippery crack. She raised her hips to spread her ass cheeks apart. "C'mon, lover!" she urged, a hint of desperation in her voice, "I've been waiting for you to fuck me there since Friday night!"
Her young son smiled at his mother's insistent pleading, but he didn't really want to prolong the teasing either. He was as hungry to experience this new way of fucking as she was, and he leaned over her rounded, gleaming body, supporting himself on one arm as he used the other to guide his turgid member down into the crevice between her upraised buttocks.
As she felt the head of her son's prick make contact with her yearning, puckered asshole, she relaxed the sphincter in anticipation of his first anal penetration. "Oh, yes, baby, right there," she moaned, a hand stealing under her soft belly to reach her own swollen and throbbing clitoris. "Do it, Keith! Fuck my ass hard, baby!" she cried loudly as she felt her teenaged boy's cock start to press firmly into her rear opening.
Keith needed no more encouragement. As soon as he felt the tip of his manhood start to enter his mother's asshole, he thrust his hips forward vigorously. With a nearly audible popping sensation, he felt his raging hard-on slip past the rubbery tightness of her anal sphincter and bury itself deeply into his parent's bowels.
He gasped in wondering pleasure at the intensity of the sensation; her ass gripped his pubescent cock much more tightly than he had experienced inside his mother's cunt, and he gritted his teeth as he withdrew and plunged in once more, hoping he would be able to keep from shooting his load into her too soon.
However, his mother's reaction the minute he began thrusting in and out of her anus in earnest was immediate and frenzied. She began shrieking at the top of her lungs, urging him, "Ohhhhh!! Fuck me! Fuck my ass, baby! Oh, yeah! Oh, God! Oh, shit, that feels so good! C'mon, baby, fuck me hard! Rip me open with your big, hard cock! Harder! Harder! God damn you, fuck me!!! Haaggggghhhhhh! Unnggghhh! Unnggghhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Baby, fuck my assssssssss...!"
At the same time, the older woman began to frantically grind her plump, slippery ass cheeks into his crotch, recklessly trying to embed more and more of his young prick into her butt hole. Keith placed a hand on his mother's shoulder to steady himself against her crazy bucking and manfully tried to match her barely controlled pace. She was screaming so loudly that even in his nearly oblivious state of arousal, the thought occurred to the boy that his sister and her boyfriend were likely to burst into the room at any moment to see who was being murdered.
He shook his head in amazement at the unbelievable frenzy of his mother's incestuous rutting, but decided that there wouldn't be any way to get the woman to quiet down except by pulling out of her ass, and he wasn't about to deprive himself of the chance to actually fuck a woman anally for the first time. So he merely took a deep breath and forced himself to concentrate on doing what she asked and fucking her ass just as hard and fast as he could.
"I-I don't think I can hold out much longer, Mom," Keith managed to croak between gasps when his mother's incoherent shrieks momentarily subsided. He was sweating profusely by now, great drops of perspiration dropping onto her broad, writhing back.
"I don't – hunnnggghh! I don't want you to – fuck! To hold back, baby!" his mother howled. Her fingers were working in and out of her cunt hole frantically, hidden beneath the expanse of her ample flesh. "I'm – I'm almost – hunnngghhh! Almost coming!" she announced in a shrill voice, "So just fuck me! Fuck my ass hard, baby! C'mon, Keith, shoot your hot come in my butt hole! Haaaggggghhhhh! Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Oh, God damn!"
Keith threw all restraint aside at that and began to pound his cock viciously into his mother's yawning anal cavity, stretching the pliant opening even further as he plunged in and out as fast as he could. As he felt the unmistakable stirrings of an ejaculation begin to well up from his tightly contracted balls, he heard another voice yelling loudly in the room and was startled to realize that it was his own, matching his mother's shrieking in volume.
With both of them yowling like tortured cats they simultaneously surrendered to their inescapable orgasms, Keith collapsing atop his mother's thrashing, oily flesh as he felt jet after jet of thick, hot semen pass through his rhythmically throbbing prick and lodge deep within her quivering entrails. He lay panting uncontrollably for several minutes as he felt his mother's heaving body beneath him gradually subside and the regular orgasmic contractions of her anus around his spent prick finally taper away.
Keith was the first to move afterwards, but only enough to raise his head and ask, "You all right?"
"Oh, yeah!" Margaret sighed contentedly, "I've definitely never been more all right, my love." She raised her own head enough to crane her neck backwards to see her young son. "And how about you? Do you think you might like fucking my ass again sometime?" she asked hopefully.
Keith smiled warmly and bent his head to nuzzle his mother's neck. "Yeah I would. Definitely," he asserted without hesitation. "That was totally amazing. And I couldn't believe how hot and crazy it made you!"
Margaret's flush was immediate and pronounced but she gave her son an unrepentant look. "Well, you wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting for someone to fulfill my deepest fantasy. One of them, anyway," she added more to herself, then shrugged apologetically at her fourteen-year-old boy. "It's your fault, you know," then continued as Keith looked quizzical, "You're the one who's woken up all my secret, sexy desires, so you owe it to me to make them all come true!"
"Okay," her son agreed simply. "What else would you like to do?" His eyebrows raised in eager curiosity.
"Oh, baby, I love you so much," she murmured, "And believe me, I'm going to make sure you get to do everything imaginable to me just as soon as we possibly can. Unfortunately," she shifted her body uncomfortably, "Speaking of getting me hot, while normally I'd love nothing more than to feel your body lying on top of mine for hours, after that mind-blowing fuck you just gave me, I'm so damned hot right now I can hardly breathe. C'mon, son, roll off here next to me and let me cool down a bit."
Keith complied with alacrity, sliding off his mother's oil-slick back and nestling beside her, his now flaccid cock coming free of her bung hole with a soft plop. "Does it hurt?" he wanted to know.
"A little," she confessed with a wry smile, "But only a little and it's not a bad kind of hurt. It's more of a `Damn, but I've just been fucked really good and hard' kind of hurt." She giggled weakly. "And you just did what I asked you to do. Man, did you ever!" she moaned in mock agony as she reached back to feel her cruelly distended anal sphincter. To her amazement, after slipping her fingers in between her fleshy buttocks she could feel that the hole was still wide open. She giggled in wonder as she easily slipped first one, then two fingers deeply inside her rectum and withdrew them. "Wow, you really did get all the way in there, didn't you?" she observed, her eyes narrowing and a smoky glow of returning lust began to shade them.
"Yeah, I guess I did, huh?" her son agreed, more than a hint of pride lighting up his smooth, young face. As Margaret rolled onto her side to face her teenaged offspring, he boldly reached out and slid his hand behind her, worming two of his own fingers into her cavernous ass hole and beginning to slide them in and out.
"Oooh, gently, my love, gently," his mother cautioned. "Even though I said it only hurts a little, it's still really tender there – no, no, you don't have to stop," she added quickly as the boy looked concerned and began to withdraw his fingers. "It feels really nice to have you inside me any time, any way. Just go slow and be gentle, okay?"
"Okay, Mom," he murmured, fascinated with the feel of her unusually accessible anal opening. The oil and stretched flesh combined to give a strange, rubbery, velvety feeling. He found it both disturbing and intensely intimate and erotic that he could so easily slide his fingers into his mother's insides. He felt his cock begin to swell slowly against the older woman's slippery flesh.
Margaret instantly felt the stirrings of her son's prick where it lay nestled between her slick thighs. "Oh ho!" she whispered lasciviously, "It looks like you do like being inside my ass, don't you? That's good," she nodded, greatly pleased, "Because I sure like you being there, too. In fact, I hope you'll spend a lot of time there from now on."
Keith giggled and pushed a little harder into his mother's bowels, causing her to gasp in momentary pain but she quickly recovered and gave her teenaged son a tight smile.
"So, feeling playful, are we?" she asked tightly, her eyes glittering. She fumbled around on the bed behind her until she located the bottle of baby oil. "Let's just get you all slicked up, too, and then see what else we can find to do, hmmm?" She opened the bottle and squirted the clear, slimy fluid liberally over her son's chest and arms, giving his swelling prick and balls an especially generous dose before closing it and beginning to rub it all over his smooth, muscled flesh.
"Just keep on doing what you're doing to your Mommy's horny asshole, baby, and let her make you feel good, too," she murmured as her hand worked its way down towards his fourteen-year-old prick.
Melissa firmly closed the door to her bedroom after motioning Brad to enter. There was a long moment of awkward silence as the two pubescent youths looked at each other. Brad wore an uncertain but eager smile while Melissa simply shook her head slightly in wonder at the fact that she actually had a boy in her room. And not only that, but she virtually had her mother's assurance that they wouldn't be disturbed for several hours. She felt the familiar wetness between her legs starting to ooze in anticipation and she stepped over to her eighth-grade boyfriend and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me," she urged him, "Kiss me like you did before, like you really mean it!" She didn't want him to suffer any confusion about her intentions, and those intentions were definitely not centered on her homework despite what she'd told her mother.
The boy responded to her invitation eagerly and within seconds the two were kissing passionately, their tongues exploring deep into each other's mouths as their bodies writhed indecently against the other and their hands roamed up and down the length of each other's backs. Very soon their hands began to probe under the edges of shirts, Melissa reveling in the warm smooth feel of her new lover's skin under his T-shirt with as much enthusiasm as Brad was exhibiting in worming his fingers up under the front of her top to touch and caress her breasts, braless under the thin material.
More than willing to share her breasts with someone who so enthusiastically appreciated them, the overdeveloped twelve-year girl broke off their kiss long enough to step back and pull her top off over her head, shaking her coppery hair back down around her shoulders to stand before her young lover naked to the waist and was gratified when Brad reacted with a wide-eyed gasp followed by a low, appreciative whistle.
"God, you are so beautiful!" the eighth-grade boy whispered and Melissa felt her face glow with self-conscious pleasure at his obviously heartfelt compliment.
She stepped close to him and, taking his hands in hers, guided them up to her preternaturally large tits, wantonly inviting the boy to continue his exploration of them with his fingers as well as his eyes. Brad needed no further persuasion and excitedly began to squeeze and grope the firm, pliant flesh, his breathing beginning to deepen with arousal. Melissa closed her eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensations of her new lover's touch on the sensitive skin as well as the thrill of being able to please a boy sexually – a boy who clearly desired her. She sighed with contentment, as sigh that turned to a gasp as the dark-haired boy pinched her left nipple unexpectedly.
"Sorry!" Brad quickly murmured, his tone instantly apologetic.
"It's all right," she soothed with a somewhat breathless chuckle. "You didn't hurt me. Quite the opposite, if you want to know."
She stroked the side of his cheek tenderly and followed it up with a kiss that rapidly turned ardent as their tongues slid obscenely into the deep recesses of each other's wet and welcoming mouth. Emboldened by the red-haired girl's confession, Brad began to twist and pinch both her nipples with increasing roughness, causing her to moan and sway on her feet.
Finally, she pulled away once more from his lewd fondling and French kisses to observe, "Um, maybe we'd be more comfortable if we lay down on the bed, hmmm? At least I don't think I can stand up much longer the way you're making me feel."
Brad agreed with a grateful smile that he'd like that as well and the couple hurried across the room to Melissa's bed. The young girl stepped out of her shoes as she neared the bed and encouraged her thirteen-year-old lover to kick his sneakers off as well. She then stretched out languidly atop the bed, draping one pale, smooth arm over her head nestled into her pillow in unspoken invitation for Brad to resume his exploration of her young, full body.
The eighth grader wasted no time and flung himself on top of his pubescent girlfriend, his fingers immediately starting to pinch and twist her nipples once more. Melissa enjoyed his ministrations for a while, but eventually the boy's assault on her breasts grew so enthusiastic that she had to caution him, "Whoa, easy there. That's starting to hurt."
Brad was aghast and immediately began a stammered apology. He seemed so genuinely contrite that Melissa soon forgave him, but explained, "Maybe doing it that hard right when I'm coming would be okay; it's just that right now you need to be a little gentler."
The boy beamed in palpable relief and started to resume his fondling of her firm, milk-white globes when Melissa interrupted him once more. "Take off your shirt, to, okay?" she whispered. "I want to feel your skin on mine."
The eighth-grade boy gave a smile that was partly shy, partly lustful and quickly raised himself up to whip his T-shirt off over his head. Melissa grinned in eager anticipation as her eyes drank in her lover's smooth, unblemished skin and the flat muscles that promised to develop into the same lanky physique as his father's in the coming years. Pulling him down atop her once more, she ran her fingers up and down his back as the teenaged boy recommenced his attentions to her nipples, reveling in the silky warmth of his flesh and the knowledge that his body was hers to possess and explore. She moaned softly in erotic approval as Brad began to kiss and nibble the sensitive skin of her neck and ears while his fingers continued to squeeze and knead her full, pubescent breasts.
"Oh, God, yeah! That's so nice," she murmured in encouragement and the boy enthusiastically responded, kissing and suckling her neck with increasing ardor. His pelvis began to unconsciously grind into her crotch and the twelve-year-old girl could clearly feel the thick hardness of his swollen prick through the coarse material of his jeans as it pressed against her pubic mound.
Brad slowly worked his way down the creamy expanse of the pre-teen girl's shoulders and chest, kissing, nibbling, and licking her tender flesh as she moaned with pleasure. Her moans turned to audible gasps as the thirteen-year-old boy's tongue found her breasts and commenced suckling them all around their globular curves before homing in on her puckered, erect nipples and pulling them in between his moist, slavering lips.
Now it was Melissa's turn to begin undulating her crotch involuntarily, answering the incessant grinding and lewd thrusting of her young lover's hips against her cunt. She wrapped her fingers around the back of Brad's head, pulling his lips and tongue more tightly into her bosom as the boy greedily sucked her turgid nipples with loud, wetly obscene noises.
"Ohhhhhhh!" the twelve-year-old girl sighed throatily as wave after wave of lascivious, warm pleasure spread out from her breasts to course through her virgin body. "Holy shit, that feels good, Brad," she moaned as she felt the now familiar wetness of arousal starting to gush from her dank pussy slit to drench the crotch of her pants. She parted her legs slightly to permit the boy's rhythmically thrusting cock greater contact with her own yearning crotch.
To her delight, Brad seemed to take the hint and allowed his fingers to surreptitiously drift down her soft, plump tummy, eliciting excited groans of encouragement from his seventh-grade girlfriend. His fingers fumbled with the waistband of her low-cut pants for a moment and Melissa whimpered in frustration. Finally, she raised her hips off the surface of the bed despite his weight atop her body and roughly tugged her damp pants down past the middle of her thighs, baring the soft red curls of her cunt hair. The unmistakable aroma of feminine arousal wafted up from her oozing pussy to fill the room.
Brad grinned broadly, his eyes gleaming with pubescent lust at her wanton invitation and eagerly shifted his body to the side so he could slide a hand into her exposed crevice. His fingers quickly wormed their way into her flooding pussy slit, sliding easily into the slick folds to locate her already swollen, throbbing clitoris. The preteen girl moaned in ecstasy, her body writhing in brazen approval.
"Hunnnggghhhh! Oh, shit, Brad! Haaaaggghhh! Ungghhh! Unnngghh!" she grunted as each new impertinent thrust of her lover's fingers sent electric thrills throughout her twelve-year-old flesh. She pulled his head down to her heaving breasts, now glistening with erotic perspiration, inviting him to resume his lewd oral assault on her crinkled aureoles and protruding nipples. Her hips gyrated in helpless response to the sexual stimulation as the boy sucked rudely on first one swollen nub then the other.
At that moment, Melissa thought she heard what sounded like a footstep outside her bedroom door and froze. Could her mother be about to interrupt their pubescent tryst? Though she remained motionless for several long seconds, she could hear nothing. Brad, however, was completely oblivious to anything but the creamy, soft girl's nearly naked body beneath him and continued rhythmically probing her slippery cunt folds and nibbling on her hard nipples. Though she tried to stifle her moans in case there really was someone outside her door, she could not restrain herself for long and suddenly a long, low moan of animalistic pleasure escaped her lips, echoed by a sharp grunt by Brad as he ground his cock, straining through the cloth of his jeans, into the side of her thigh.
Melissa shrugged inwardly and surrendered to the erotic assault on her senses, permitting her gasps and moans to emerge unhindered once more. She decided that if her mother really was outside the door, she didn't appear intent on doing more than listening.
And so what if she was, Melissa thought fiercely? It wasn't as if I hadn't been doing my share of listening to my mother and brother making love from outside the door. Serves them right to have to see what it's like. Besides, she wondered though she was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate due to Brad's lewdly probing fingers and ravenous lips and tongue, why weren't her mother and brother off fucking each other? Why would they be listening outside her door? They certainly seemed like they were on the verge of doing something naughty when she and Brad disturbed them earlier.
It suddenly dawned on Melissa that her mother might simply be trying to reassure herself that she and her brother wouldn't be disturbed either. The young girl almost snorted aloud at that thought, but instead deliberately gasped and moaned extremely loudly so as to leave no doubt in the mind of whomever was listening that she wasn't about to emerge from her room for some time.
Brad mistook Melissa's reaction for special encouragement of his efforts and immediately began to stroke and plunge his finger into her drenched cunt slit even faster while his tongue began to lash the tip of her nipple and even dared to take the hard nub between his teeth and nip gently. The reaction of the virgin twelve-year-old was electric and immediate. Though she hadn't meant for her teenaged lover to increase the intensity of his lewd ministrations, it turned out to be exactly what she needed to ratchet up her arousal to a fever pitch. She forgot all about who might or might not be listening outside the door and started whimpering and moaning pathetically, her hips mounting upwards off the bed in a desperate attempt to get more of his impudently probing fingers into her pulsating cunt.
"Take...take my- Ohhhh! Fuck! Hunnnggghhh! Take my pants off – haaarrrgghhh!" she pleaded between raspy, deep breaths. "I need your fingers all the way inside me!" Her body writhed and twisted with intense erotic pleasure as the obscene stimulation of her pussy and tits sent jolts of ecstasy shooting through her with rapidly mounting intensity. She could tell she was moments away from climaxing. "Hurry, Brad!" she hissed insistently.
The boy scrambled to his knees on the bed and began clumsily tugging the garments down towards the seventh-grade girl's feet. They caught momentarily at her ankles, but she shook her legs violently and he was finally able to yank the offending garment free of his plump, preteen lover and fling it to the floor with a cry of relief, a cry that Melissa echoed.
The eighth-grade boy threw himself on top of Melissa, who spread her legs widely to permit him unimpeded access to her pungent, oozing cunt. "Put your fingers inside me, love!" she commanded in a voice thick with barely contained lust. "Make me come and come!"
Brad hesitated for a scarcely perceptible moment as it dawned on him that the naked, writhing girl beneath him had actually said `fingers' not just one. He briefly considered trying to fit three or four fingers at once into her quim-filled vagina but prudently decided to start with only two. Watching Melissa's face closely to see if he'd misunderstood, he held a pair of fingers stiffly together and pushed them firmly into the girl's dank cunt hole.
The redhead sighed with pleasure as Brad's two fingers buried themselves to his palm in her slick pussy, her sighs turning to obscene moans as he began to pump the fingers in and out of her, slowly at first but quickly increasing in tempo.
"More, baby," Melissa whispered hoarsely between her heavy panting, "I can take more."
The eighth grader was momentarily confused. More of what? Did she mean she actually wanted him to fuck her? The thought made him dizzy with desire – he had never dreamt she might be ready to actually go all the way with him before this, though now he wasn't sure that fantasy was so far-fetched. Or did she mean she could take more fingers? He finally decided she probably meant the latter and gingerly added a third finger to the pair that was sliding in and out of her throbbing cunt hole with rhythmic intensity.
In fact, Melissa hadn't been sure herself just what she meant. She knew she wanted more of her new lover inside her pussy but now that she lay naked beneath him, she was suddenly afraid to come right out and ask him to fuck her. What if he didn't want to, or thought she was too much of a slut for him? So she left her request ambiguous, and was slightly disappointed when he chose only to put more fingers into her
Her disappointment quickly evaporated though as her thirteen-year-old lover's vigorous thrusting with three fingers burying themselves all the way into her yearning hole quickly began to bring the orgasm that had been simmering just below the surface to a full boil.
"Ooooohhhh!" she gasped as she felt the unmistakable stirrings of a climax start to shudder deep within her womb. "Suck me!" she commanded in a voice suddenly frantic with lewd desire. "Suck my tits! Now's when you can pinch them hard and even bite me if you want!" she encouraged. "You're gonna – hunnnggghhh! You're gonna' make me come – haaggggghh!!! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Haaaiiieeee!" she began to shriek as Brad lowered his face to her right breast and began to nip and suckle it viciously, his other hand roughly pinching and twisting the swollen nipple on her left breast.
As the thirteen-year-old boy manfully continued to plunge his fingers into her sopping twat with a rhythm that was almost frenzied while tormenting her nipples, he desperately ground his own raging hard-on into the soft flesh of her thigh. He had been slowly going half crazy with lust and desire as his new, pubescent lover encouraged him to please her, and now he felt as if he were about to burst himself.
But at that moment, there was little he could do but hang on as Melissa's long-building orgasm tore through her plump, virgin body. A scream that started shrilly and quickly rose into a hoarse, inaudible hiss rose from her tortured throat as her young, ample body jiggled and shook with each new shuddering wave of orgiastic joy overwhelmed her. She writhed spasmodically, her once-pale skin flushed and shining with sweat as the climax seized her and forced her into paroxysms of gasping, heaving breaths.
Brad could feel an undeniable pressure building between his legs as well, and vaguely understood that he was on the point of ejaculating but he was so beside himself with lust, absorbed in the effect he was having on his seventh-grade lover, that he scarcely noticed. He bit down on her turgid nipple with increasing ferocity, each new, violent nip sending Melissa into another round of shrieking and uncontrollable flailing. He was startled to discover the metallic tang of blood in his mouth and for a brief but agonizing moment, disgust at his violence warred with a feeling of amazingly intense erotic intimacy. Finally, since the deep bite appeared to do nothing to diminish the powerful climax of the screaming, writhing twelve-year-old beneath him, lust won out.
Still suckling the salty blood from Melissa's wounded nipple, Brad surrendered to the inevitable orgasm that had been insistently welling up from his tightly contracted balls and into his throbbing prick. A loud groan escaped his lips as gobbet after gobbet of thick, hot jism emptied into his underpants just as Melissa's climax finally began to taper off. Brad clung to her, still lapping up the oozing blood from the bite on the girl's nipple, panting heavily as the last of his semen drizzled from the end of his rapidly deflating cock inside his pants.
"Are you all right?" Melissa wanted to know when she recovered enough breath to speak.
"Uh, yeah, sort of," Brad mumbled in a rueful voice before asking with greater concern, "And how about you – did I hurt you too bad?"
"No, not at all," she answered, surprised. "Why did you think you hurt me?"
"Jeez! `Cause I – well, shit, I bit you hard enough to make you bleed," Brad exclaimed.
"No! Really?" Melissa sounded doubtful. "Lemme' see!"
The boy raised his head from her body to allow her a view of her breasts. A small drop of blood still oozed from the right nipple.
"Holy shit!" the plump redhead murmured wonderingly. "I had no idea. All I knew was you were making me come like crazy. It didn't hurt, not the least little bit. God! You must think I'm some sort of freaky pervert or something, huh?"
"No, no, nothing like that!" he protested with some heat. "I just – well, as long as I didn't hurt you, then I'm fine. At least with that..." he trailed off, reddening.
"What? What do you mean?" she wanted to know, intrigued now.
Brad blushed even deeper and hemmed and hawed a bit before mumbling, almost inaudibly, "Well, uh, when you were, you know, coming, I sorta', uh, well, I sorta' did too."
Melissa burst out in a loud guffaw which she quickly stifled as soon as she saw the offended look on her boyfriend's face. "I'm sorry," she said in a placating tone, "I didn't mean to laugh. It's just that, well, you should know I'm never going to be offended by that! Though," she added with a gleam in her eye, "I am sorry, uh, sorry I didn't get to see you do it," she finished a bit weakly. She'd almost admitted she was sorry he hadn't come inside her, but she was still a bit worried that he wasn't ready for that with her yet.
She covered her stumble by quickly adding, "Let me see! You might as well take your pants off now anyway."
Brad looked down, suddenly shy and asked, a bit dubiously, "You sure? I mean, you really aren't mad?"
"Jeez, Brad! Why would I be mad?" she wanted to know.
"Oh, just `cause, you know, when a guy comes too soon – like in his pants," and he shook his head regretfully, "I just heard that, you know, girls didn't like that."
Melissa snorted, "Who told you that? Oh, never mind. I don't even care. But no, I'm not mad. I mean, I guess if you came before you even touched me or something like that, but you came at the same time I did, and I thought that was really, really cool!" She reached out and pulled his face to hers, kissing him soundly and wetly for emphasis. "So are you going to take those pants off and let me see what you did, or do I have to beg?"
"Would you? Beg, I mean? Really?" the eighth-grade boy wanted to know.
"Yes, I would, Brad," Melissa answered, serious now. "I'd do whatever you want to make you happy. Do you want me to beg?"
Her young boyfriend swallowed hard at her confession then shrugged with a half smile, "No, I don't need you to beg me. I'll let you know when something else would make me happy, though."
"You'd better," she answered, gazing at him under lowered eyes, adding, "What would make me happy right now is for you to get those pants off and let me see you."
He rolled off her body onto the mattress beside her with a nervous chuckle and began to unbuckle his pants. Melissa turned to face him and propped herself up on one elbow. Her eyes shone with unabashed interest as she watched him pull his jeans off, followed by the now-soiled underpants.
Brad started to fling the underwear onto the floor to follow the pants, but she stayed his arm. "No, lover, I want to see!" she said with emphasis.
Without even waiting for his response, Melissa reached out and took the underpants from his hand and eagerly studied the glistening, silvery drops that clung to the white material. She shot a quick, sidelong glance at her thirteen-year-old boyfriend's worried face to make sure he was watching her and then stuck her tongue out and with long, deliberately exaggerated strokes, began to lick the sticky fluid from the crotch of the underwear. She kept her eyes on Brad's face as she slowly lapped his jism.
"Shit!" the eighth grader breathed, his eyes wide.
Melissa stole a glance downwards to the boy's crotch and was pleased to see that his flaccid cock was already starting to stir and swell. She also noted that another large droplet of semen had formed on the tip of his prick and as soon as she finished cleaning Brad's underpants with her tongue she set them aside and, without warning, bent her body in half and thrust her face into his crotch, gently taking his semi-hard prick into her soft, wet mouth and licking the remaining come from around its head, even forcing her tongue into the pee-hole in an effort to gather every last drop of her boyfriend's come.
"Aaaaaghhhhh!" Brad moaned in amazement and pleasure, squirming slightly as the twelve-year-old girl's enthusiastic tongue kept him hovering between ecstasy and ticklishness. "God! I can't believe you're doing that!" he gasped as Melissa sucked the full length of his rubbery cock into her mouth and sucked greedily. He rolled to the side to allow the pubescent girl easier access to his slowly growing erection. "You really like the taste of that?" he asked dubiously.
The seventh-grade girl lifted her face away from his prick long enough to assure him, "I sure do! And if you hadn't of been such a chicken yesterday morning, I would have gotten to taste it a lot sooner than this!" She giggled to show him she was only teasing him, and followed it up with a couple more good licks of his swelling cock to prove it.
"Yeah, well," he mumbled, clearly embarrassed at being reminded of the incident. "It seemed like my sister took good care of you after that."
Melissa raised her head up from Brad's groin to regard him sharply. "Yeah – yeah she did," she agreed in a level tone. "But that was only because she had to comfort me after you abandoned me and left me all turned on without doing anything about it."
"You!" he spluttered, "What about me? Like the way you left me having to go into my piano lesson! What about that, huh?"
"Hey, I didn't get to come then, either," she countered with a laugh. "You should have gotten old Mrs. Whats-her-name to help you out."
"Mrs. Kohler? Shit, as if!" Brad snorted. "I don't think she even remembers what sex is! Besides," he went on, "My sister was there, too, remember?"
"So what?" Melissa said mischievously. "I bet she would have helped you come if you'd asked her."
Brad flushed bright red instantly. "Uh, jeez, um, I don't know if she'd, you know, uh, like, go for that," he trailed off, mumbling. "Sure as fuck not with Mrs. Kohler there!" he added with a bit more certainty.
"No, probably not," Melissa laughed. "But you like the idea, don't you?" she persisted. "Your sister, I mean, not Mrs. Kohler." She absently continued to stroke his prick which twitched intermittently under her fingers.
"Uh, I guess. I mean, I've thought about it, you know, like I told you already," he swallowed, looking even more discombobulated. "This is kind of embarrassing – I mean, don't you think that makes me sound kind of sick?" His look pleaded for understanding.
The seventh-grade girl gave a sardonic laugh. "Not any sicker than I am." It was her turn to swallow hard – she hadn't intended on discussing her relationship with her own brother quite so soon, but it seemed necessary now, so she plunged ahead. "I mean, I've done stuff with my brother." She looked at Brad intently, awaiting his reaction.
To her relief, he seemed quite interested. "Really?" he asked. "What kind of stuff?"
"Not a whole lot," she confessed, trying to keep the regret that she hadn't done more out of her voice. "Just kind of like this," she gestured down at their partially entwined, naked bodies. "Making ourselves come together, and stuff like that. And I did suck him a little bit – that's how I knew I'd like doing it to you, too," she added. It was her turn to redden. She attempted to steer the conversation back to Brad and his sister. "So no, I don't think you're sick, not even a little bit. In fact, it really turns me on – I'd love to see you and Stephanie getting it on together, you know?"
"No shit?" he exclaimed, his lascivious interest betrayed by a sudden swelling of his cock in her hand to full erection. "You think she would? She hasn't been, well, you know, well, let's just say I don't seem to be her favorite guy sometimes."
"Well, maybe if you were nicer to her, too..." Melissa started before checking herself. "Never mind – she seemed plenty okay with the idea the other night when you made both of us come together, remember?"
The naked thirteen-year-old boy in front of her grinned suddenly. "Yeah, no shit, huh? I'd almost forgotten about that! That was weird, I mean, when you made me kiss her like that. But she sure didn't kiss me back like I was her brother!"
"No, she sure didn't," she agreed, "And she didn't mind when you kept trying to show off walking around the house naked, either. Or leaving the bathroom door open so she could get a view," Melissa couldn't resist adding.
"Fuck!" Brad muttered, shaking his head in rueful wonder. "I guess she's told you about everything, huh?"
"I don't know," she asked archly, "Is there anything more to tell?"
"Not really," he shrugged uncomfortably. "I mean, I've been trying to, uh, you know, get a peek at her for a long time now. Once," he went on in a confidential whisper, "I did get to see her completely naked – last year. She was getting ready for bed and I was out in the back yard and she didn't have her curtains closed. I don't think she could see me `cause it was dark out, but I got a total look at her. I guess I've been thinking about trying to get more ever since then, at least when I, um, you know..." he paused.
"Masturbate?" Melissa prompted, "You've been thinking about her when you jerk off?"
"Yeah," he admitted. His face was beginning to relax. "This is so cool, being able to talk about this with you, you know?" He gave her a grateful smile. "I was thinking I was such a pathetic loser and I kept trying to tell myself I shouldn't think stuff like that. And then when I saw the stuff you guys were doing together, I about went nuts!"
"'Cause you wanted to get in on it, too?" the pre-teen girl prompted, enjoying this discussion a great deal. It was making her very, very hot and horny.
"Well, yeah!" Brad blurted, then sobered. "But now that you and her are like, uh-"
"Lovers?" she asked just as seriously. "You think she's not going to want to include you?"
"Would she?" he wanted to know, his voice anxious.
"Yeah. Yeah, she definitely would," Melissa was trying hard not to laugh. "Your sister is, like, the most totally hot and horny girl you can imagine, and she really gets turned on by pleasing me. So if I tell her that the thought of you two making each other come would get me turned on, she'd be all over you in a heartbeat. Of course," and a sly grin stole over her face, "You'd have to be ready to make her come a whole lot. One thing I've learned – your sister loves to come over and over again! So do I," she added meaningfully in a soft whisper.
"So," she commanded, her voice suddenly full of resolve, "I promise I'll make that happen – she's already been fantasizing about all of us having sex together – including my brother," she added with a grin. Before Brad could say anything more, she reached out and pulled his head downward towards her own very wet, quivering twat. "And the best way I know to make a girl come over and over again is to lick her pussy. So I'd better teach you that right now."
The young boy looked dubious. "You mean, put my mouth down there where you, uh-"
"Where I what?" she wanted to know. "Where I pee? Is that your problem?"
He mumbled something incoherent.
"Hey, boy, you didn't have any problem with it when I licked you where you pee just a minute ago!" she pointed out. "And I just spent the last couple of hours at your house licking Stephanie's pussy and I guarantee you she didn't have any problem licking mine, either. So if you're going to get all chicken on me again, you can just get the hell out of here right now!" She was becoming annoyed at his reluctance.
"No, no, it's cool!" he said, backpedaling rapidly. "You just – I guess I hadn't ever thought about doing that before, is all." He leaned his head forward into her crotch to demonstrate his willingness.
Mollified, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs invitingly.
The thirteen-year-old boy looked up from between her plump thighs with a hesitant expression on his face. "Uh, what do I do?"
Melissa giggled. "Just start licking me and, you know, trying different stuff. I'll let you know when you do something I like, okay?"
"Oh, okay," he answered with a tentative smile. He bent his head into the redhead's glistening crotch and gave a few experimental licks with his tongue. "Oh!" he said in some surprise.
"What?" Melissa wanted to know.
He raised his head again. "It's just not, uh, I guess-"
"Not what you expected?" she prompted.
"No," he admitted and applied his tongue again to the seventh-grader's cunt with more enthusiasm, causing her breath to catch in pleasure. He lifted his face once more. "Not bad," he allowed with a sheepish grin. "I like it."
"I'm really glad," Melissa snorted with a chuckle, guiding his head gently but insistently back towards her moist crevice with her hand. "So get busy and make me happy!"
He needed no further encouragement. Within minutes he was earnestly applying himself to her pubescent cunt, licking up and down the length of the slit while the twelve-year-old girl provided soft guidance – at first through comments like, "Yeah, that's nice," "Try a little lower," "Not so fast," and the like. Soon, however, they fell into a rhythm where Brad's tongue would sweep up from close to her anus, plunging into her cunt hole momentarily, and finally rising up to flick the tip of her clit, a pattern that quickly had the pre-teen girl gasping with ardent lust.
"Ohhhhh, God, Brad," she moaned as her hips began to writhe slowly in unconscious response to her rapidly increasing arousal. "Yeah, just like that! Hunnnggghhh! Oh, shit, yeah! You're a fast learner."
The young boy raised his head long enough to flash her a quick, pleased grin with quim-slick lips before lowering his face into Melissa's pussy once more. As he resumed his previous motion, she avidly ground her cunt into his lewdly probing lips and tongue, pulling his head even more tightly into her crotch with her hand. Her breathing was becoming sharper and heavier with each passing moment and small, involuntary grunts of pleasure were wrenched from between her lips to add to the sound of her gasps and moans – and the wet, obscene smacking of her lover's tongue deep within her twat. The springs of her bed began to squeak with a tell-tale rhythm as their bodies rocked together.
Despite her growing obliviousness to anything but the obscene sensations her thirteen-year-old lover was eliciting from between her legs and the steadily increasing noise from their own lovemaking, Melissa gradually became aware of sounds emanating from elsewhere in the house. At first, her lust-fogged brain was unable to make sense of what she was hearing but eventually she realized that she was hearing her mother screaming down the hall. She had a moment's panic that somehow her mother had discovered what she and Brad were up to but her worries quickly faded to startled amusement as she could make out words between obviously orgasmic cries. Clearly, her brother was helping to keep her happy and occupied, though she felt a slight pang of jealous desire at the same time, wishing her brother was giving her whatever treatment he was dishing out to her mother.
Then, to her amazement, she heard her mother distinctly shriek, "C'mon, baby, fuck me hard! Rip me open with your big, hard cock! Harder! Harder! God damn you, fuck me!!! Haaggggghhhhhh! Unnggghhh! Unnggghhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Baby, fuck my assssssssss...!"
Melissa immediately clamped her thighs tightly against Brad's ears to prevent his exposure to the incestuous cacophony filtering through her bedroom door. At the same time, she felt a sizzle of pure, lascivious desire flush through her body. She could scarcely believe her ears – not only was Keith obviously fucking their mother again, but he was actually fucking her in her ass – and the woman was loving it! The twelve-year-old girl felt her breath quicken at the thought. She remembered how incredibly hot and turned on it had made her when her mother had showed her how to make herself come with a vibrator up her ass, and the thought of Keith actually sliding his smooth, hard cock up into her anus made her nearly faint with arousal.
Despite Brad's inability to hear anything through the soft flesh of Melissa's thighs pressed over his ears, he could tell that his pre-teen lover was suddenly a whole lot more turned on so he began to plunge his tongue furiously in and out of her slick vagina, alternating with fierce suckling on her stiff, engorged clit.
Within seconds, the girl was writhing and shuddering with a gut-wrenching climax, lost in a misty half-awareness where her body was feeling the ravenous assault of her young lover's tongue in her pussy but her mind was down the hall with her mother and brother, imagining the sight of Keith reaming their mother's willing asshole with his thrusting cock as she screamed and flailed in her own orgasm, the blond boy emptying the contents of his balls into her dank and fetid rectum, pumping his come into her bowels.
"Gaahhhhh!" she screamed as she savagely pulled Brad's face into her rhythmically pulsing cunt, her own voice an echo of the lewd shrieks from down the hall. "Ohhhhh! Fuck, yes! Hunnnggghhh! Haggghhhh! Unnngggh! Unnngghh! Unghhh!" she grunted as she ground her vulva recklessly against the eighth-grade boy's face. Waves of hot ecstasy tore through her plump, gasping frame, her flesh jiggling obscenely with each new convulsive shudder. Brad resolutely hung on, continuing to lash her drenched and squirming pussy with his tongue until she finally eased his face away, panting heavily as her orgasmic contractions slowly subsided.
Melissa listened carefully for any sounds of continued incestuous lovemaking from elsewhere in the house before she finally dared to lift the young boy's face completely away from her crotch. She gave him a weak, breathless, but pleased grin.
"Was that right?" he wanted to know immediately, his expression almost pathetically eager.
"Oh, yeah," the plump redhead assured him with a purring sigh. "You definitely picked up the hang of that right away." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "How's your tongue?" she inquired.
He chuckled ruefully. "Tired; really tired," he admitted. "Is it always like that?"
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed, "Usually it's a lot worse. I came really fast that time." She smiled at him, allowing him to think it was because of his natural skill and carefully omitting the fact that it was fantasizing about Keith fucking their mother's ass that was primarily responsible for driving her over the edge so soon.
"You'd better start working on getting that ol' tongue in shape if you're going to be ready to make Stephanie happy," she warned with a gleam in her eye. "The last time I licked her this afternoon, I thought my fucking tongue was going to fall off! She's just discovered how much she likes to come over and over again, a whole bunch of times in a row."
The dark-haired boy's eyes lit up with interest. "She can do that?" he marveled. "Shit, usually when I, um, you know, come," and he flushed quickly, still somewhat uncomfortable with discussing his own masturbation, "I, like, get all soft and then I can't do it again for a while. Thank God!" he added with a rueful grin, "Or else I'd be doing it all the time!"
Melissa giggled and revealed that, yes, girls could in fact come over and over again. "And," she admitted, "That's been a problem for me. That I can't stop doing it all the time," she clarified, and now it was her turn to blush. "But your sister's even worse, `cause she just learned how to do it. Shit! You wouldn't believe how much she likes to come now. About the only way to get her to have enough is to make her come so hard, she fucking passes out," Melissa added with a snort.
She looked down at her young lover, whose eyes were gleaming with arousal at the discussion of her and his sister's sex habits. "Why don't you slide on up here and give me some good kissing and holding until you get over being soft," and she chuckled gently to show she was teasing.
"Uh, actually, that's not really a problem any more," Brad noted with a grin that managed to be simultaneously shy and proud. He rolled away from between the twelve-year-old girl's thighs and scooted his body up so his face was level with hers. True enough, his cock now jutted out stiff and purple, pressed against the side of her body as he lay on his side.
Melissa looked down at the rigid pole pushing into her flesh and purred with a grin, "No, it sure isn't. Why don't you give me that kiss and let's figure out what to do about that, okay?" She was still reluctant to suggest out loud that he fuck her, nervous that he would think she was too forward and slutty, but she figured that once they were kissing and hugging, one thing would lead to another.
But Brad hesitated. "Uh, you really want me to kiss you? After what I was, you know, doing a minute ago?"
"What? You're worried that you're going to gross me out because you've got my pussy juice all over your face?" she asked incredulously, viciously suppressing the urge to laugh at him. Instead, she simply asked gently, "Um, I just spent the last couple hours before we came over here with my face, like, totally buried in your sister's cunt. You think I'm going to mind tasting myself?"
For emphasis, she put a finger into her sopping twat, sliding it sensuously up through the slit before drawing the glistening finger to her lips and sucking it slowly. Brad's eyes widened and his engorged organ throbbed, becoming even harder if that were possible.
"So are you going to kiss me or are you going to argue?" she asked pointedly.
With no further uncertainty, Brad reached out, took the plump redhead's face between his hands, and planted his lips on hers. She welcomed him eagerly, parting her lips instantly to admit his come-soaked tongue which she suckled greedily. Their lips worked together as their tongues plunged insistently in and out of each others' mouths. Melissa deliberately licked her own quim from the eighth-grade boy's cheeks and chin, causing him to chuckle with delight. Soon they were engaged in a frenzy of licking each others' faces, their tongues dragging up and down the wider expanses of skin and probing lewdly into every crevice and opening. Brad even dared to thrust the tip of his tongue into the younger girl's nostril and it was Melissa's turn to giggle.
Meanwhile, their hands and fingers groped and boldly explored the rest of each others' bodies, Melissa running her hands up and down the length of Brad's smooth back and sides and teasing the hard, round curve of his ass cheeks as he concentrated first on her large, full tits, pulling and teasing the nipples into full erection and causing her to gasp with erotic delight. Gradually, the thirteen-year-old's fingers began to drift lower, grazing the plump roll of her abdomen before lodging between her legs.
She parted her thighs accommodatingly, pulling away from their increasingly lewd kiss long enough to whisper, "Oh, yeah. That's right – touch me there."
The boy enthusiastically accepted her invitation and immediately began to slide his fingers up and down the length of her slick crevice. Melissa groaned with lascivious pleasure and began to writhe in automatic response to his impudent probing, her hips undulating as she tried to get more and more of his fingers in contact with her turgid clit. Her pubescent body was still afire from the orgasm she'd received from Brad's earlier tongue-lashing of her virginal cunt and she could tell that she was going to come again very soon. Tingles and sharp electric pulses of obscene thrills coursed through her as he increased the tempo, now alternating between teasing manipulations of her throbbing clitoris and deep plunges into her vagina.
"Ohhhhhhh! Fuck, that feels good!" the plump redhead moaned. "You're going to make me come again. You like making me come, don't you, you fucking bastard?" she hissed as her head lolled away from his weakly, her body surrendering completely to his assault.
"Yep, I do," Brad admitted with a grin before lowering his face to her nipples. Remembering how roughly she had enjoyed the way he'd treated them earlier, he gave first one nipple then the other firm bites.
"Haaaiiiiieeee!" the seventh-grader shrieked as Brad's teeth closed around her right nipple, "Oh, shit! Not that one, Brad! Too sore!" she pleaded.
The boy immediately pulled his face up, his expression one of stricken apology.
"It's all right, love," Melissa assured him, terrified that he was going to be so freaked out at her involuntary reaction that he would stop what he was doing between her legs. "The other one's fine; that one's just too sore right now."
With a look of relief, Brad dropped his head to her left breast and began to bite – a bit more gently than before – the nipple as his fingers resumed their rhythmic exploration of the juvenile girl's downy cunt. He began to thrust his rock-hard prick back and forth into her soft, fleshy side, grinding against the tender, plump skin in unconscious echo of her rising and falling hips. He suddenly recalled how much she had welcomed several fingers at once inside her slippery, young cunt hole and began to push into her dank, sopping recess with three fingers simultaneously.
"Hunnngggghhhh!" Melissa grunted in helpless ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head momentarily as the sudden increased pressure inside her tautly stretched vagina sent a hot wave of excited sensation rolling through her pre-teen body. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! You make me feel so good, Brad! Yeah, just like that. Oh, God, yeah, bite me! Bite my fucking tit hard you bastard! Hoh! Shit! Holy fuck, you're gonna' make me come again!" she gasped, moans and primitive grunts emerging from between her tightly pulled back lips.
The young boy bore down with his fingers manfully, driving them relentlessly in and out of her gushing cunt hole, faster and faster in response to her increasingly incoherent and frenzied urging. At the same time, he bit down hard on the tumescent nipple between his teeth, worrying it like a terrier with a rat.
This was too much for the ravaged twelve-year-old girl, and another climax began to bubble and froth up from deep inside her pulsating womb to surge like an electric blizzard throughout her now convulsing body. As her limbs flailed spasmodically, she screamed a stream of pure obscene invective: "Hoh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Haaaiieee! Hungghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Fuck! Fuck me, Brad! Fuck me hard! Fuck me so hard I can't fucking see! Goddamnshitfuckmotherfuckingshit! Fuck me, Brad! I need you to fuck me! Haaaiiiiieeee! God, I can't stop coming! Baby! Baby! Shit! Why won't you fuck me? Unggghhh! Unggghhh! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee..." and her voice rose and rose in pitch until it was completely inaudible, her body shuddering and writhing.
Brad was in a haze of frantic lust as he continued to bite the young girl's nipple and plunge nearly his entire hand into her slick and gaping hole. She kept saying she wanted him to fuck her. Did she just mean she wanted him to keep doing what he was doing with her hand or actually climb on top of her and actually push his throbbing cock inside her? The thought made his prick jerk warningly and he desperately tried to ease his body away from the writhing mass of orgasmic female flesh beside him but he couldn't do so without losing his grip inside her pussy. And still she kept screaming how much she wanted him to fuck her. She means it, he realized with a gasp! She actually wants him to really do it to her.
At that insight, the ejaculation that had been threatening to erupt from his agonized cock began to rise up from his balls despite his desperate attempt to stifle it. Helplessly, he felt his own orgasm sweep through him and jet after thick, creamy jet of pungent semen pump from the tip of his raging hard-on to coat his young lover's soft, creamy side. He shuddered with an excruciating mix of relief and embarrassment as his prick emptied itself against the girl's skin. All he could do was frantically hold on and keep her orgasm going as long as he could.
But without warning, Melissa's shrill cries and convulsive flailing suddenly stopped and her body collapsed back onto the bed. She lay completely still, neither moving nor speaking and Brad anxiously withdrew his fingers from her cunt hole and scrambled up to an elbow to look at her. To his great relief, he could eventually see that she was still breathing. Thankful that she had explained about the way his sister would sometimes come so hard she went unconscious, he decided that Melissa had just experienced the same thing.
Trying not to disturb her, the thirteen-year-old boy eased himself off the bed and recovered his already semen-soaked underpants from the floor, figuring that using them to clean up his most recent mess wouldn't get them any dirtier. He returned to Melissa's side and carefully wiped up the pale, thick droplets from both their bodies where his unexpected ejaculation had deposited them. As he gazed down at the prone, redheaded girl on the bed below him, he found himself shaking his head in wonder at his good fortune. A feeling of overwhelming tenderness rose up in him as he watched her still, relaxed face.
He had a girlfriend, he acknowledged, a real girlfriend. Well, sort of, he had to admit. He had a girl who seemed to really like him and who also seemed ready and willing to do and try anything sexual that he might want, including actually letting him fuck her. His face clouded as he remembered that this same girl also was his own sister's lover and, if what he understood her to say was right, also messing around with her own brother at the same time. He really didn't know what to make of that. He knew he wanted her, but it was equally clear that the only way he was going to have her was to share her. He struggled with that for a moment until he remembered brightly that she had also promised he could share as well.
The thought of having both Melissa and his sister Stephanie together made his poor, spent cock twitch in a feeble attempt to rise, but it was no use – it shrank again into a small nub shortly after. With a shrug, he resigned himself to whatever the future would bring and, climbing up on the bed beside the naked (now softly snoring) girl, wrapped his arms around her. She roused just enough to snuggle comfortably into him before returning to deep sleep. With a sigh, Brad closed his eyes and was soon fast asleep as well.