Donna's Loving Brothers

by Lee Engels

 Chapter 1

"Don't be scared, Donna. I'll stay here with you all night. The

storm'll be over soon and they'll be back in the morning. Come on, kid,

there's nothing to be worried about."

 

Donna Judge shifted her position on the bed, self-conscious of the way

her swelling, fifteen-year-old breasts had been pressed disturbingly

against her brother's side. They were alone in her bed, both parents

gone for the night and a raging storm threatening to tear the house

down around them. She was scared of the weather, but something else

also bothered the sultry young blonde, a new kind of feeling that was

beyond her comprehension.

 

Gerald had come in five minutes earlier, after a particularly

terrifying flash of lightning had struck within a hundred yards of the

wooden farmhouse. It was good that Gerald was taking a protective

interest in her, but they had been so distant the last few years that

it was hard for Donna to trust him.

Only two years separated brother and sister chronologically. Once they

had been close, an intimacy born of lonely summers spent on the nearly

isolated family farmstead. Very close, Donna thought, feeling her

brother moving closer again. But once they had started high school,

Gerald had dropped her like a hot potato, preferring the company of his

new friends, male and especially female.

 

"Hey, you're stiff with fear," Gerald commented, wrapping a long

muscular arm around Donna's dimpled, freckled shoulder. "If you don't

stop trembling I'll squeeze your ugly little body, just like I used to

do when we were kids."

 

"Don't you dare," Donna squealed as she half-heartedly tried to escape

Gerald's powerful grip. "I'm not a child anymore, even if Mom and Dad

don't know it. I'll bet your friends don't look at me that way. Come

on, tell me what they say about me."

 

Gerald felt his face turned hard. It was an ill-timed question Donna

had asked. Two days earlier he had been in a fistfight over his

sister's honor. Boys were beginning to talk about the way she had

matured, just as Donna suspected. Gerald could still not understand why

he had been so infuriated by their remarks.

 

"Forget those assholes," he insisted in a voice whose tightness was

camouflaged by the sounds of angry nature. "I'm not going to let you

get fucked over by any of those creeps."

 

So saying, Gerald turned his sister's head with surprising gentleness

and kissed Donna openly on the lips, his lips tasting the moist flesh

before quickly withdrawing to his own narrow mouth. Donna again

squirmed under the blanket but felt herself moving closer to her

brother. Her body was tense and relaxed simultaneously, suffused with

an unfamiliar hypnotizing warmth.

 

There was no longer any doubt in Donna's mind that her brother was

using every excuse to get physical with her. It was as if he had

planned the whole thing in advance, including the storm and their

parents' absence, that he somehow wanted to fool around with her. But

nothing had happened yet and Donna knew that any complaint would be met

with a salvo of Gerald's biting sarcasm.

 

"Yeah, they talk about you, but they can't have you," Gerald muttered

half to himself. "You're my sister, and I don't give a fuck how

gorgeous they say you are."

 

Before Donna could digest that tantalizing hint she was surprised to

feel her brother's hand moving down from her shoulders and then resting

against her left tit. Gerald left his hand in that position, pretending

that nothing had happened, that there was nothing unusual about their

physical intimacy.

 

Donna could not help but be stimulated by her brother's touch. Gerald

had become progressively more handsome over the past two years, had

blossomed into a muscular, masculine, attractive young man. His grip

was strong and soft at the same time, causing yet another shudder to

pass through Donna's virginal body.

 

Soon the girl's pink nipple had turned hard and puckered from the feel

of Gerald's exploring fingers. Only one other man had been that free

with her body and that was an incident that Donna was more than willing

to repress. Sensuality, particularly her own, was hard for the young

girl to cope with, but it was somehow a lot less disturbing with her

brother, the only man in the world she had always been able to trust.

 

"Does that feel good?" Gerald asked solicitously. "You seem a little

more relaxed now. Come on, give me a little kiss, just to show you

trust your brother. And stop sliding away from me before you fall on

your ass on the floor."

 

Donna turned her head, glad that she couldn't see Gerald's face too

clearly in the clouded moonlight. She wanted to kiss her handsome

brother, no doubt about that. In less than ten minutes he had evoked

all the frustration and excitement inherent in the mind and sensual

body of a curious, adolescent virgin.

 

Gerald pressed his advantage immediately, placing his parted lips

against his sister's mouth. This time he allowed himself to protrude

his tongue between her thick, sensual lips, wanting desperately to

resolve their painful situation. It was hard to formulate matters

consciously, but Gerald knew that something important was going to

happen that night, something that was likely to change their lives

inexorably.

 

To his surprise, Donna made no attempt to resist Gerald's somewhat

clumsy advances. It was hard for the lad to believe his good fortune.

So many nights he had prowled outside her bedroom, unable to understand

his feelings towards Donna, wondering how he could be aroused by his

own sister, a girl he had never even thought of as a woman, even after

the obvious flowering of her puberty.

 

Quickly he plunged his tongue deeper into Donna's yielding mouth,

inhaling the sweet fragrance of her breath. Now Donna was meeting his

tongue with her own, gasping slightly and pretty much giving up on

getting away from him. Her body was pressed against Gerald's muscular

torso and there was no place for the girl to escape to, nobody to guide

or help her.

 

Gerald then renewed his assault on Donna's hard, firm young boobs,

pushing aside the coarse fabric of her homemade nightgown. Her tits

seemed to have a life of their own, as if they wanted to caress and

inflame his sensitive fingers. The nipples were larger than he

remembered, even though he had caught a glimpse of his sister's naked

body less than two weeks earlier.

 

Again and again Gerald shifted from one luscious tit to the other. All

the while he continued to probe Donna's mouth with his long red tongue,

sometimes brushing it against the girl's perfect, uncaried teeth,

sometimes twining it with Donna's tongue. She was his for the asking,

Gerald knew. He could have what he wanted from her and nothing on earth

could stop him.

 

But Gerald wasted little time analyzing his thoughts and desires. For

her part, Donna had suspended all disbelief. Her body was aflame with

unslaked desire, confused and titillated by sensations she had

previously been able only to guess about. A thin trickle of pussy juice

cooled on her naked thigh, confusing the girl further but also

weakening her resistance all the more.

 

Then Donna felt her brother moving again, draping his strong torso very

gently across her own. Her tits were crushed to his powerful chest and

there was something hard and threatening pressed undeniably against her

burning pussy. Donna knew just enough about sex to realize that she was

pleasing Gerald, that he would take care of the rest without making any

real demands on her.

 

For a brief moment, just before Gerald lowered his head to suck at her

lovely young tits, Donna had a flash of awareness. What they were doing

was wrong on two levels, completely contrary to what she had learned of

morality. Other girls talked of their brothers in vaguely sexual terms

but Donna felt quite certain that none had had the experience that

Gerald was putting her through. This was something that would have to

be kept secret from friends and relatives alike, a thought that

stimulated her all the more.

 

It was a revelation for Donna to feel her brother's tongue gliding

across the globe of her right tit, and then dancing over the nipple,

drawing the succulent flesh between his lips. A charge of electricity

seemed to surge through every integument of her rigid body. Her nipples

were getting harder and harder, as if they were going to burst and

crack open under Gerald's relentless assault.

 

"That feels so good," she moaned timidly. "No, don't stop, you can kiss

me again later. Please, just keep doing that."

 

Gerald needed no such encouragement. Things were happening too rapidly

for him to repress his thoughts any longer. He was going to go as far

as possible with his gorgeous sister, fuck her if she gave him the

chance. He had wanted it for over a year and there was no point hiding

from the truth now that they were together.

 

As his tongue continued its slow agonizing movements, Gerald moved his

hands up and down Donna's curvaceous torso, getting closer and closer

to his goal. He had to feel her snatch closing around his probing

fingers. The girl was ready for it, was making no attempt to resist

him. She was a hot little piece, all right, her desires as strong and

irresistible as his own.

 

Donna had indeed abandoned herself completely by that point, feeling

her arms wrapping themselves around her brother's hot, sweaty back.

Thought was out of the question. Instinct predominated. Fifteen years

was long enough to wait. Donna was old enough to have sex. She wanted

it badly, knew that somehow her brother would unlock the secret of sex

for her. She was frustrated, but Gerald would show her the way sooner

or later.

 

The storm seemed to have moved from the external world into the

fruitful field of her virgin body. Each time Gerald's hand approximated

her dripping cunt Donna could feel herself getting hotter and more

aroused. Sex seemed hard and uncomfortable to Donna but she would not

have traded it for anything in the world. At last her loving brother

was turning her into a real woman.

 

Finally the deed was done. Donna felt strong fingers closing around her

pubic bush, rearranging the incredibly soft, blonde pubic tresses. Her

labia closed momentarily, an unconscious defense against the violation

that she knew was coming, but that too turned Donna on all the more.

She didn't know what she wanted from her brother but Gerald knew and it

was impossible to do anything but place herself in his confident care.

 

The fifteen-year-old virgin gasped aloud as she felt Gerald's

forefinger part her labia and enter into the citadel of her twat. His

finger seemed too large and rigid, almost as stiff and threatening as

the prick that was starting to emerge from Gerald's pajamas. This, too,

was a mystery to Donna.

 

"Just take it easy, take it easy," Gerald intoned. "Relax and let

yourself feel it. You have such a fucking beautiful cunt. I want to cum

all over you, feel my prick explode inside you. You want it, too, don't

you Donna?"

 

There was no need for Donna to frame an answer to her brother's

rhetorical questions. Her cunt had begun to relax of its own accord,

embarrassingly wet now, quivering palpably around the finger that was

stimulating it so well. All sensation had been localized in that

mysterious cavity. It was as if her whole body had been drawn into the

hungry maw of her virgin fuck hole.

 

"Touch me," Gerald insisted. "Go on, you know just what I want you to

do. Take it in your hand and make me feel good." Gerald shifted his

weight again, practically forcing his stiff cock into his sister's

inexperienced hand. He felt like he could cum on the spot as he had

done so many times with other girls. Only this time it was different.

There was nothing frightening about Donna. She was his sister, flesh of

his flesh, a woman who understood him and whom he could trust

completely.

 

Still, a pang of uncontrollable lust passed through the lad's body as

he felt his sister's fingers making first contact with his throbbing

meat. Her nails scratched the swollen head of his rod but added to

Gerald's lust. There was little she could have done to turn him off at

that late stage of the game.

 

Donna felt a brief moment of shame as she weighed her brother's cock in

her soft hands. The thing seemed to be a good seven inches long and

three or four inches thick, lined with hard veins and thicker at the

base and head than in the middle. It was strange to feel the heavy

burden palpitating in her hands, but Gerald liked what she was doing.

For once in her life Donna didn't have to feel inferior to other women.

 

It took only a few minutes for Donna to learn how to please her lover.

She coiled her soft fingers around the center of the thick shaft and

then began to pull the loose skin back and forth over the swollen

crown. Each stroke increased the rate and intensity of Gerald's

breathing, to the point where Donna was able to ignore for a moment the

storm of passion that was continuing to wreak havoc in her own luscious

young body.

 

"It's so big and hard, I'm scared of it," Donna murmured a few seconds

later, as much to herself as to Gerald. "You wouldn't do anything to

hurt me, would you?"

 

Gerald ignored his sister's frightened question, just as she had done

to him a few minutes before. He had the girl just where he wanted her,

and there was no need for discussion. His finger had now penetrated her

wet pussy to the last knuckle and it was a lot easier to see her now

that his eyes were used to the night light.

 

His sister was incredibly beautiful, her tits jutting out provocatively

from her slender birdlike torso, her soft ass grinding into the

mattress beneath her. Everything about the girl was soft and young and

innocent. Everything but her face which had transformed into a mask of

naked lust. Yes, Gerald was going to get just what he wanted from the

hotpants little sexpot.

 

Reluctantly, Gerald pulled his prick away from his sister's clenching

hand. It was time to explore her pussy more closely, to get his tongue

into that redolent fuck box. His mouth watered at the thought but

Gerald was experienced enough to take his time and avoid scaring his

innocent little sister.

 

Soon Gerald was lying with his head between Donna's thighs. The smell

of her cunt was enough to drive him wild with sexual need. Her twat

writhed open before Gerald's staring eyes, the freshest and most

pungent thing he had ever experienced. His tongue protruded from his

mouth, and then Gerald was ready to take the all-important next step.

Using one hand to part the girl's soft pink labia, Gerald soon was able

to work his tongue into the lovely little crevice. First he brushed his

lingual organ against Donna's clitoris, more by accident than by

design. It was surprising to feel the girl writhe and quiver before he

was inside her, a fact that Gerald knew to file for future reference.

 

But soon the enterprising lad had worked his tongue all the way into

his sister's twat. Her taste was unbelievable, pure, clean and

intolerably stimulating. Gerald left his tongue in the fissure for a

few seconds more and then started to rotate it slowly, knowing that it

was too late for Donna to resist.

 

He reached up again and began to fondle the girl's tits, not bothering

to be gentle this time around. Her nipples were red in the semi-

darkness, outlined clearly against the snowy whiteness of her boobs.

Donna's eyes were closed and it was impossible to know what the girl

was thinking and feeling as he continued to work her pussy over with

his greedy, insatiable tongue.

 

By that point Donna had given up trying to control or even understand

the things that were happening between herself and her handsome

brother. She had dreamed of moments like this but had never been able

to visualize that actual details of sex. The reality of her passion was

far better than anything the young temptress had ever dared to imagine.

 

"Yes, keep doing that with your tongue," she shouted aloud, shocked by

her own boldness. "I can't tell you what it's doing to me. I never knew

it could be like this. Stick it in further. Come on, Gerald, do it just

like you were before. Aaahhh, Goooood!"

 

Gerald felt a surge of power after hearing his sister's impassioned

request. He forced his tongue deeper into Donna's dripping quim and

then stopped short, feeling her healthy young vaginal muscles

contracting around him. She was hot to trot, all right, ready to be

brought to the first orgasm of her young life.

 

Gerald removed his tongue for the briefest interval, having noticed

that the girl's clitty had become hard and protuberant from the

friction of his unshaved cheeks. The tiny organ had filled with blood,

turning dark purple and swelling to twice its normal size. It seemed as

sensitive as his own prick, which at that point continued to throb

against her shapely legs.

 

He experimented with Donna's clitoris, knowing that the girl was past

the point of protest. The little flap of flesh grew larger under his

careful ministrations. Soon Gerald was working it over fearlessly,

occasionally allowing himself to bite into the incredibly sweet flesh.

Instinctively he knew that the better he pleased Donna, the better she

would eventually put out for him.

 

Donna reached down and held her brother's head in place with

surprisingly strong hands. Every muscle in her magnificent, pubescent

body was taut and on edge as she felt herself being carried to the

verge of ecstasy. If only Gerald could fill her cunt and stimulate her

clitty simultaneously, it would be sheer, unalloyed paradise.

 

Gerald soon decided that he had done as much as possible to stimulate

his sister's erect pink clitoris. He lowered his head and stuck his

tongue into Donna's pussy again, surprised by the copious flow of her

vaginal fluids. The girl's cunt seemed to draw his tongue in with a

strength completely out of proportion to the slender delicacy of her

young body.

 

He found that it was easy to massage Donna's clitty with his right

forefinger as his tongue continued its slow progress into the deepest

recesses of her pussy. His own lust was almost forgotten for the moment

as Gerald sensed the nearness of Donna's orgasm. He didn't understand

women completely, but with his sister inexperience hardly seemed to

matter.

 

Donna's eyes opened slightly but saw nothing. She was floating on a

cloud and walking on a bed of nails simultaneously. Each stroke of her

brother's tongue amazed her, opening new vistas of pleasure and lust.

Was it possible for him to know her every secret, to control her body

completely as he seemed to be doing? It was terrifying for Donna to

lose control of herself but that too only seemed to increase the girl's

needs and desires.

 

Donna wrapped her fingers in her brother's reddish blond hair, focusing

her eyes on his deltoid and back muscles. The boy's head was bobbing up

and down over her cunt. He was experimenting again, trying out all

sorts of different strokes. Donna was tempted to tell him that it

didn't matter, that every single thing he did was moving her closer and

closer to her ultimate release.

 

Donna threw her head back onto the pillow, her cheeks tickled by the

strands of her long blonde hair. Her eyes were glossed over with

pleasure, every cell in her body tingled with anticipation of her

climax. Donna felt herself turning into a woman as her brother slaved

beneath her, totally devoted to her pleasure. It was her due. She was

young, beautiful and passionate, like a girl from a movie magazine.

Only Gerald had been perceptive enough to appreciate her merits.

 

To all intents and purposes, Donna's analysis was not incorrect. Her

beauty was undeniable, her sensuality was being proved with every

passing moment. And Gerald was more than happy to serve her pleasure.

Of course to a purpose. Later, when the girl was fully satiated it

would be his turn. Then the real fun would begin for Gerald Judge.

 

Gerald flicked his tongue around the entrance of his sister's moist,

dewy quire. He alternated between fast and slow strokes, smiling

inwardly when a particularly devastating motion would cause his sister

to moan piteously and cross her ankles frantically around his

incessantly bobbing head.

 

But now it was time to bring things to a conclusion. He worked his

tongue in as deep as it would go, feeling the juices flow generously

over his cheeks and nose. Gerald cupped his hands under his sister's

firm buttocks, momentarily shocked into desire by the sweet smoothness

of the lithe, taut globes. Ignoring his lust, Gerald worked double

time, letting his index finger enter half an inch into Donna's

pulsating asshole.

 

A few more strokes of his probing tongue brought Gerald's little sister

to the first climax of her life. Donna felt her entire body start to

heave and contract. Then all movement was localized in her cunt as her

limbs stiffened in unbearable suspense. Her vaginal sphincter clamped

down powerfully, making it impossible for Gerald to withdraw his

tongue.

 

Donna hung agonized in limbo for another second and then experienced an

explosion that seemed to dissolve every cell in her madly writhing

body. Pussy juice seemed to cascade out of her palpitating fuck hole.

One contraction followed another, each more powerful and moving than

its predecessor. "Aaaaahhh, God, Oooohhh," she wailed. Seconds later it

was over, all but the lingering heat that seemed to irritate every

square inch of Donna's flushed skin. She released her brother's head,

her fingers stiff from the effort of grasping him. Then she let out a

deep sigh and subsided gracefully into the mattress, as if ready to

drop off into the sleep of the just.

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

Gerald Judge watched his sister sleeping for a few minutes, trying to

understand his feelings towards the girl. Gerald wasn't a completely

inexperienced young man where sex was concerned. His good looks and

lithe physique had stood him in good stead over the past two years.

Even now, when his thoughts should have been fixated on Donna, he could

not help thinking about other women.

 

There was Judy, for example. Judy Jeffers, the first girl he had ever

fucked. He had met Judy outside the local high school, had struck up a

conversation with the girl and then asked her for a date. Their first

evening together had been frustrating, but the second time Judy had

shown him that she was more than willing to complete the handsome lad's

sexual education.

 

It was so easy to sink onto the bed beside Donna and remember that

happy afternoon when he had lost his virginity. He had borrowed the

family car for the day and had met Judy in town, suggesting a drive

into the country, Judy had been hesitant at first but it was all a

game. An hour after meeting, they had parked the car and started

walking into the forest, looking for a convenient locale for the

consummation of their relationship.

 

"We might as well stop here," Gerald had suggested, finding a grassy

copse. "I don't think anyone will bother us here."

 

The two youngsters sat down together under the shade of an elm tree,

not having much to talk about. Both were after the same thing, and

Gerald knew that he had only to play his cards right. Judy sat quietly

beside him, evidently waiting for the lad to make his move. They were

of the same mind towards one another.

 

But Gerald had waited a few minutes, admiring Judy's beauty, savoring

the moments of anticipation. Judy looked especially good that day,

dressed in a short skirt, tight sweater and sandals, her brunette hair

pinned back from her oval face. She was wearing no bra and her tits

moved provocatively as he watched her.

 

Finally Gerald took matters into his hands, wrapping his arm around the

girl's shoulder and drawing her to him. He kissed Judy on the lips,

delighted at the way the girl opened her mouth to receive him. Unlike

the other girls he knew, Judy was not going to be coy or coquettish.

She wanted him and he wanted her and things were going to be very easy.

 

But Gerald could not help being nervous about his lack of sexual

experience. He had fooled around with enough girls but felt sure that

Judy had gone all the way already. She was a year older than himself

and simply too good looking and sexy to still be a virgin. That was out

of the question.

 

Soon he had overcome his fears, reaching down to fondle the girl's

tantalizing tits. The flesh was firm and smooth under her blouse. Judy

was warm and soft and it was a pleasure to hear her breath coming short

and fast. Obviously she was ready for anything, was going to let him do

whatever he wanted.

 

It took only a few minutes to slip the girl's blouse over her head,

leaving Judy naked above the waist. In the bright summer sunlight she

seemed more beautiful than ever, the naked skin of her torso glowing

irresistibly. Quickly Gerald lowered his head to her tits, placing his

lips against her nipple and sucking the delicious pink pad into his

hungry mouth.

 

Judy sighed with delight, knowing that she was in for a good time. She

lay back on the grass, feeling it tickle her sensitive skin, keeping

her eyes closed for the moment. Gerald was practically on top of her at

that point, his prick already stiff beneath the thick fabric of his

tight jeans.

 

Judy wrapped her arms around her lover's back, loving the way he would

work on her nipples by turn until the soft rosy stars had reddened and

hardened with desire. It was hard to tell how much Gerald knew about

sex, but so far he was doing just fine, giving her not a thing in the

world to complain about.

 

Soon Gerald grew more bold, undoing the girl's pants and slipping his

hand under the waistband. To his surprise, Judy wasn't wearing panties.

He could feel her soft dark pubic hair, which excited the boy's lust

all the more. He had to get her naked, get into the girl as quickly as

possible.

 

Judy did most of the work for him, shifting position so that she could

wiggle out of the remnants of her clothing. And then she stood naked

before her lover, her hips full and voluptuous, her waist long and

slender, her legs parted so that Gerald could get a good look at her

lovely brown snatch.

 

But Gerald knew better than to waste much time admiring Judy's body.

The girl was his for the asking and he had to get naked as fast as he

could. Clumsily, he struggled out of his clothing, feeling embarrassed

as his cock refused to cooperate, making it difficult for him to pull

his pants down over his ankles.

 

Soon he, too, was in a state of nature. Judy looked at the boy and

could hardly keep from smiling. He looked like he was ready to cum on

the spot, his huge prick bobbing up and down rhythmically, his balls

tightened against his groin. She figured that she might as well make

things even more pleasant for him.

 

Judy dropped quickly to her knees before her lover, reaching up to take

his prick in hand. The shaft was hot and hard, palpitating ferociously

in her cool fingers. She played with the rigid meat for a few seconds

and then decided to let out all stops, show the boy how well she knew

how to take care of her men.

 

Gerald was wobbly on his feet as he watched Judy's head moving closer

and closer to his prick. He had never been blown before but knew from

talking to his friends just what to expect. Before he could digest the

novel experience, Judy had closed her lips around his swollen rod,

brushing her tongue ever so gently against the supersensitive flesh of

his purple knob.

 

And then her head began to bob up and down, taking in more of the

succulent flesh with every stroke. Already she could taste a drop of

cum pearling at the tip of her lover's cock but she knew that Gerald

wasn't yet ready to part with his load. That wasn't going to happen

until he had got into her twat.

 

In the meantime, Judy was more than content to suck' her lover's cock.

She had been fucking for four years and there was little about sex that

she hadn't already experienced. She slid her tongue along Gerald's

prick and then closed her lips around the thick bole, loving the way he

would quiver with every good stroke.

 

The game went on for a few minutes until Judy decided that it was time

for her to have some fun. She withdrew her head from the spit-covered

cock and then lay down again on the grass, parting her legs slightly

and letting her lover know just what she wanted. However, Gerald had no

intention of returning the favor. Eating pussy was still out of his

league.

 

Instead, he lay down beside the girl and quickly placed his hand

between her smooth tanned thighs, seeking out Judy's twat with supple

fingers. Gerald was surprised at the wetness of Judy's cunt, but didn't

let it slow him down. He knew he could fuck the girl, and that was the

only thing that mattered to him.

 

"That feels nice," Judy complimented her partner. "Go slow, though. I

ain't going anywhere. Just relax, and you'll make it good for both of

us."

 

But Gerald wasn't to be denied. He worked his finger deep into the

girl's luscious quim and then began to rotate the digit, wanting to

explore every inch of her vaginal canal. Judy's flesh was tight and

responsive, closing down strongly around his probing finger, showing

him she really needed it.

 

Gerald could feel his prick rubbing at the girl's thighs, turned on

intensely by the smoothness of her resilient flesh. He began to finger-

fuck the girl vigorously, sliding in and out, finding Judy would get

wetter and more passionate with every stroke.

 

Judy reached down and took the boy's cock in her hand, delighted that

it had lost none of its thickness and rigidity. She squirmed to remove

Gerald's finger from her snatch, knowing how much better it would be to

feel his seven thick inches of luscious cock pounding relentlessly

inside her hungry cunt.

 

Now Gerald was lying on top of the girl, his chest bearing down hard on

her resilient tits. His prick was at the gate of her love channel,

throbbing palpably, dying for satisfaction. Judy parted her labia

effortlessly and then slowly introduced the head of Gerald's prick into

the luscious channel.

 

By that time, Gerald was no longer uptight about his lack of sexual

experience. Judy was making him feel like a real man, was obviously

completely satisfied with his erotic technique. Her face was flushed

and her body covered with sweet-smelling perspiration. And it was the

greatest feeling of his life to have his cock sinking slowly inside her

magnificent body.

 

"Go slow," Judy cautioned him again. "I want us to cum together. It's

so much better that way."

 

Little as he understood Judy's words, Gerald did all in his power to

obey his mistress. He wanted to fuck Judy hard and fast, but it would

have been foolish to contradict the girl. She knew more about sex than

he did, and Gerald felt pretty certain he would have a good time no

matter how they went about it.

 

"You can go in deeper now," Judy conceded. "Shit, you're so big I don't

know how I'm going to handle you! Yes, it feels so fucking fine. I

swear, I'm going to cum all over you. Aaahhhh ..."

 

Gerald's prick had vanished, buried inside Judy's twat. He could feel

his pubic hair mingling with her soft brunette tresses, could feel

their bodies becoming one. Slowly, he withdrew his prick a few inches,

only to force it back into the waiting orifice, more comfortable and

unafraid than he could have expected.

 

Gerald lowered his head and kissed the girl's tits again, trying to

ignore the storm that was raging in his genitals. He didn't want to

shoot his wad too early, but it was impossible to keep his lust in

check. The girl wasn't doing a thing yet, but already she had him on

the verge of orgasm.

 

Judy sighed as she felt the boy's lips caressing her 'swollen tits. She

wiggled her hips slightly, digging her ass into the soft green grass

beneath her. Yes, Gerald seemed virile enough to satisfy any woman. She

had done well in choosing him and this was the mere beginning of their

lovemaking.

 

It became apparent to Judy that Gerald would be able to control his

passion at least for a while. She began to meet the boy stroke for

stroke, no longer asking him to go slowly. Her hips churned with great

violence, her cunt contracting around his throbbing cock as if she

wanted to rip it off Gerald's body.

 

Nor did it take Gerald long to get into the rhythm of sex. He leaned

back and then slammed his prick into her waiting, hot twat, feeling a

new kind of pleasure. It was as if they had been made for each other,

perfectly fitted for erotic delectation. The girl's cunt was tight but

not too tight for his huge organ. Everything she did contributed to his

growing pleasure.

 

As he became more and more comfortable with his new mistress, Gerald

began to experiment with sex, becoming more free in his movements. He

would leave his prick buried in the girl's twat, loving the way her

vaginal sphincter would contract around the thick shaft. Then he would

fuck her violently for a few minutes, feeling the sweat mingling from

their two aroused bodies.

 

Gerald raised himself up onto his outstretched, arms so that his

splayed hands took most of the burden of his weight. Only his prick and

balls were touching the girl now and her cunt seemed tighter than ever.

Also, he could look down at her and gauge Judy's reactions. Her eyes

were closed and Gerald loved to see how her passion was growing with

each passing minute.

 

He wanted to fuck Judy in every possible position, make up for the

years he had been lusting after women. Life had been lonely on the farm

and worse at school. It was bad enough to see his sister walking around

half naked all day, but then at school there were a hundred girls, each

a potential sex object.

 

Now he had one of the best-looking girls in Delford in his power, lying

beneath him, welcoming his sexual assault. It was hard to believe that

Judy really wanted him but she was reacting perfectly, making him feel

like a true virile stud.

 

Gerald lowered his body again, knowing that his prick had got as hard

as it possibly could. It was easier to get inside the girl now,

possible for him to withdraw so that only the head of his cock remained

buried in her twat. Judy seemed to like that, even though he himself

preferred deeper penetration.

 

Gerald began to run his hands along the girl's magnificent torso,

starting with her tits and then working his way down to Judy's writhing

hips. The girl raised her body a little, making it possible for him to

cup his hands under her buttocks, bringing their bodies that much

closer together.

 

It was an incredible feeling to squeeze his strong hands around Judy's

firm smooth buttocks. Gerald continued to plow the girl as he explored

her body, wondering if the copious flow of her pussy juices would ever

abate. It was nice to fuck her when she was so wet but in a way it had

been better when she was a little drier, when there was more friction.

 

But the lad knew that he had nothing to complain about. Judy was moving

a lot more by that point, clenching her legs around his narrow waist

and increasing the motions of her active vaginal muscles. She knew that

she was close to orgasm but it was fun to delay the inevitable, keep

the fun going as long as possible.

 

Gerald slipped his finger into the girl's asshole, hardly aware of what

he was doing. It felt good to be penetrating the girl in two of her

lovely orifices, and for a minute he wondered what it would be like to

fuck the tighter channel. Still, that would have to wait until he had

finished his first fuck.

 

Gerald freed one of his hands so that he could wipe some of the sweat

from his flushed brow. It was getting hot as hell under the blazing

afternoon sun, but he didn't mind that at all. He and Judy were like a

single organism, heaving and moving with ever greater violence, their

passion in perfect harmony.

 

Gerald removed his finger from Judy's asshole, wanting to be able to

move more freely. Once again he removed his cock almost all the way out

of her cunt, only to slam it in with greater force and passion. At that

point, the girl began to moan as if he was hurting her, something that

puzzled Gerald completely.

 

"I'm going to cum now," Judy announced, breathing heavily. "I just

can't wait for you any more. You can fuck me as hard as you want. Come

on, tear me to pieces with that big things of yours."

 

Gerald had little idea of the dynamics of a woman's orgasm. Still, he

knew that he had been fucking the girl right. She was evidently pleased

with him and her orgasm, frightening as it was, was bound to work on

his behalf sooner or later. He continued fucking Judy in the same

fashion, feeling her cunt clamping down harder on his motionless

throbbing cock.

 

It was impossible to withdraw the organ an inch while Judy was churning

her hips beneath him. Her tits were rubbing against Gerald's chest and

every inch of her body seemed tense and poised. Quiet moans of passion

emanated from between the girl's parted lips, a sure sign that she was

almost ready to fly.

 

"NOW! It's happening to me NOW!" Judy shouted with shocking passion.

"Don't move, don't do anything! I just want to FEEL you inside me. Come

on, it's going to happen NOW!"

 

Gerald felt the girl's cunt contracting once more, just as her climax

began. Her eyes were closed and swollen now, her body finally beginning

to relax. Then he could feel a steam of pussy juice coating his body

with its salty warmth.

 

Judy's orgasm lasted almost a minute. One spasm followed another and

each time she came Gerald could feel her cunt drawing his prick further

and further into her luscious young body. His own lust was forgotten

for the moment, but Gerald found that he didn't care as long as he

could keep his mistress so happy.

 

At last Judy's passion subsided. The girl opened her eyes and looked up

at her lover, totally satisfied. Her cunt was wetter than ever, still

churning around the thick cock that was filling it so delightfully. She

stopped moving her hips for a minute, letting Gerald get his bearings

again.

 

It was a sign for Gerald to serve his own passion, to fuck the girl as

hard and fast as he desired. He raised his weight slightly and then

began to move his prick back into her twat. It was obvious to both that

he would shoot his load in a matter of minutes.

 

"That's it, you're so fucking strong," Judy sighed. "I was worried

about you, but you're dynamite! Fuck me, fuck me HARDER!"

 

Gerald needed no further encouragement. He began to fuck the girl as if

she were nothing but an object, a hole for his desperately horny rod.

Judy was strong and fit, able to take whatever he chose to give her.

She was still meeting his every movement, her cunt as tireless as the

rest of her beautiful body.

 

Gerald could feel his passion mounting by degrees. His prick seemed

harder and thicker than ever and his balls felt like they were going to

explode from the long pent load of cum that had been plaguing him all

afternoon. Just a few more strong strokes and he would be ready to fill

the girl with cum.

 

Gerald soon found himself at the point of no return. He was alternating

between short, choppy strokes and powerful thrustings of his thick

cock. Looking down, he could see his veins standing out prominently

from his cock, just as it did when he masturbated. No doubt about it,

he would be getting his rocks off good and proper within a few more

seconds.

 

A few more strokes brought him over the hill. Gerald found himself

losing all consciousness, thinking of nothing but his irresistible

passion. He rammed his cock in for the last time and then felt an

incredible explosion inside his body. He attempted to slow down, but it

was too late, too late to do anything but give free rein to his lust

and passion.

 

Gerald could feel the cum leaving his prick, rocketing with cannon

force into the waiting orifice of this young girl. He shot one load and

then another, feeling his balls drained with an incredible sense of

relief. It was as if there were no end to his passion. He felt like he

could go on cumming forever.

 

But all good things must come to an end, even sexual passion. Gerald

felt his prick wilting and then sliding from the girl's still clinging

twat. He rolled off the girl and then looked Judy straight in the eye,

wondering what was going through the girl's mind. She seemed as tired

and confused as he did.

 

"That was nice, really beautiful," Judy finally panted. "I never

thought you could be such a good fuck."

 

"You weren't bad yourself," Gerald answered self-consciously. "You're

the best thing I've ever had."

 

Haft an hour later, the two youngsters were dressed and heading back

for the car. Gerald had to be home early that afternoon to work on the

farm. It would have been nice to stay with the girl, to try out some of

the things he was now imagining. But that would have to wait until the

next time they were alone together.

 

But things didn't go so well between Gerald and his girlfriend. They

saw each other once more and then Judy seemed to lose interest. It took

Gerald a few days to find out that she had been seeing another man, a

man older and more sexually experienced than himself. It was a blow to

his ego that had bothered Gerald ever since, coloring his sex life in a

purely negative manner.

 

For six months after being rejected by Judy he had seen no girls at

all. Then he had gone to a prostitute, having decided that sex was all

right as long as it entailed no personal or emotional commitment. It

was impossible for a good-looking lad like Gerald to stay completely

away from women, but he swore that he would never let a girl fuck him

over again.

 

All the while he had grown more aware of his sister's sex appeal. It

wasn't just the way the boys at school talked about her. No, the girl

was waiting for him, he knew it instinctively. She was young and

passive and he could trust her completely. That was important to Gerald

after having been hurt by another woman. It seemed so much safer to

stay close to home.

 

But this was a fact that Gerald had refused to acknowledge. For two

years he had lusted after his sister, occasionally finding solace in

the arms of other girls. But, virile as he was, other women never

seemed satisfied with Gerald Judge. Somehow, they seemed to know that

he was holding back, that he would never be free with any woman other

than his sister.

 

And now Gerald could no longer deny the truth of that statement. Donna

lie sleeping on the bed beside him, naked and gloriously beautiful. He

had eaten the girl's pussy with a sense of abandon that had seemed

impossible after his failure with Judy. For that alone he would be

eternally grateful.

 

On the other hand, Donna had shown that she would not be content to

remain completely passive. She had been every bit as good in the sack

as Judy, perhaps even more passionate and responsive. His cock was

throbbing with desire as Gerald examined his sister's face and body.

Soon she would wake up and then the real fun would begin, the complete

consummation of their incestuous union.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

Gerald Judge was not about to let his sister go on sleeping at a time

like that. He did not have to look down at his prick to know that the

thick rod was as rigid as it had been twenty minutes earlier. He had

controlled himself for an unprecedented period of time but enough was

enough. Thinking about his painful experiences with Judy Jeffers had

made him desire his sister all the more.

 

Gerald knew he didn't really have to worry much about Donna. She was

young and selfish most of the time, but he had changed her world in a

way that could only work in his behalf. The girl had discovered her

sexuality and Donna wasn't the type to be passive about it. She was

young, healthy and remarkably free of guilt, considering the nature of

her first sexual experience.

 

"Did you ever do that to anybody else?" Donna asked as she felt herself

being woken, her voice deeper and more mature than usual.

 

"What do you think, that I've never fooled around before?" Gerald

answered a little too defensively. "I didn't ride into town on a truck

of watermelons, you know. Shit, there isn't a chick in this town I

couldn't get into."

 

Donna giggled at her brother's bragging, but it did put a few doubts

into her mind. Gerald was damned good-looking and even if he had

refused to tell her about his sex life, she had been able to find out a

few things about his dealings with Judy Jeffers. Besides, it stood to

reason that most girls' were like herself, which meant that they had a

similar capacity for sexual enjoyment. And most of them must have found

Gerald pretty attractive.

 

Donna sat up suddenly, staring her brother directly in the eye. Her big

tits jiggled enticingly as a byproduct of her nervousness, but Gerald

met her gaze unflinchingly, an uncharacteristically peaceful and

affectionate expression on his face. Suddenly Donna knew that there was

something special between them, something he could never have with

another girl.

 

Gerald's facial expression was enough to allay Donna's fears. Her

brother had chosen her over all the older and better developed girls at

the town high school. There was indeed something special between them,

something she would eventually understand. Would he want other women

also? Donna knew she had to find out more about sex and her brother, as

soon as possible.

 

Thus, their interests coincided perfectly. Alone in the empty

farmhouse, the two children could let themselves go without inhibition.

Gerald reclined on the lumpy mattress and pulled Donna beside him. He

would comfort her for a few seconds and let her get over her case of

nerves. Once she was no longer so spaced out he would teach her how to

put that gorgeous little body to proper use.

 

Donna snuggled comfortably into her brother's body. Gerald was sweaty

but smelled nice and masculine. His muscles flexed gently around her,

each like a live organism. He was very handsome indeed. His teeth were

perfect, his eyes round and amber-colored, his nose short and straight.

Donna didn't look too closely at her brother's physique. His muscles

were nice but she was afraid to see the heavy cudgel that she had

manipulated fifteen minutes earlier.

 

Actually, Gerald's cock had subsided to a more manageable size.

Ordinarily that would have upset him but it was clear that it wouldn't

take much from his sister to arouse him again. Gerald moved away from

Donna, ready again, trying to decide what line to give her, how to talk

her into doing his bidding.

 

But it was so much easier just to be active. Gerald took his sister

into his strong arms and kissed her with passion, his tongue sliding

all the way into her welcoming mouth. Donna met the onslaught gladly.

It was more fun to fool around with Gerald than to think about it,

immeasurably better.

 

Gerald explored his sister's tits again, hoping that Donna would take

the hint and do a little feeling around on his own horny body. Sure

enough, he could soon feel her arms encircling his back, the long cool

fingers massaging his muscles gently. Soon she would move around to the

front of his torso and let her hands touch his heavy throbbing prick.

 

Eventually Donna found that she was less frightened of her brother's

sexual desires. His prick had hardened and filled with blood. His face

was flushed as well, a similar blood-engorged color. Timidly, Donna

reached out and touched the heavy wand, weighing it in her soft hands,

shocked once again by the thickness and rigidity of the thing. This

time she was going to please Gerald to the best of her abilities.

Ignorant as she was of sex, Donna began to feel her self-confidence

rising with every minute that passed.

 

Her long, delicately formed fingers surrounded the thick shaft, pulling

the skin back and forth, occasionally venturing to touch the

hypersensitive purple crown. The storm had abated and moonlight was

streaming through the open window. It was easy for Donna to see just

what she was doing.

 

The girl began to experiment, using her fingernails on the head of her

brother's cock, tickling and teasing the incredibly sensitive

appendage. It gave her a sense of power to drive her brother wild with

desire, although Donna had little idea of the eventual outcome of his

passion.

 

Donna let go of the huge machine temporarily, wanting to explore her

brother's pendulous balls. The heavy globes seemed soft and vulnerable,

not as sensitive as his prick, but nice in their own unique way. Donna

squeezed the scrotum gently for a few moments, wondering if Gerald was

ever going to say anything to her.

 

"That feels good, real good," Gerald finally announced. "I didn't think

you knew how to jerk a man off right, but your hands feel fucking

great. You've never done this before, have you?"

 

"No, not exactly," Donna temporized. "Don't ask any more questions.

Just let me make you feel good, darling."

 

"You really want to make me feel good?"

 

"Oh yes, I'd do anything for you, anything at all," Donna insisted.

"It's just that I don't really know what to do."

 

"Well, you could blow me," Gerald decided, trying to sound calm and

reasonable. "I'll tell you exactly how to do it."

 

"I don't know if I could do that ... take it into my mouth, I mean,"

Donna answered timidly. "Joanie told me about that once. It sounded so

awful and dirty."

 

It took but a moment for Gerald to change his sister's mind. The

thought of her thick, sensual lips surrounding his cock was sufficient

to give the boy new powers of eloquence. He assured Donna that she

would be doing nothing unnatural, that sucking cock was something every

girl had to learn sooner or later.

 

Then Gerald sat up on the bed, bolstering his strong back against the

oak headboard. His prick stood up straight from his groin, lined with

thick, angry looking veins, bobbing gently but insistently as he

watched his sister's changing reactions.

 

"Come on, all you have to do is take it into your mouth and kiss it and

suck it a little. Just like a big candy cane."

 

Donna giggled, glad that her brother was making things easy for her.

She was slightly nauseated by the thought of sucking the huge prick but

she would do it anyway. The big organ was not to be denied. Besides,

her brother had fired Donna's curiosity and there was only one way to

satisfy it.

 

Donna squatted between her brother's parted thighs, slowly lowering her

head toward the inviting target of his turgid rod. She placed a tender

kiss on the purple crown, feeling her firm young tits pressing against

the inside of his thighs. He had been right, Donna decided, there was

nothing wrong or disgusting about using her mouth to satisfy her

brother's lust.

 

Finally, Donna parted her bright white teeth, allowing the first three

inches of her brother's meat to penetrate her moistly inviting little

mouth. The thing seemed too large to handle at first, stretching

Donna's lips and threatening to dislocate the girl's lovely chiseled

jaw.

 

Donna was able to get used to the unfamiliar penetration. She found

that her mouth was producing a great deal of saliva, the heavy flow

making it much easier to handle the still motionless pecker. Little by

little, she attempted to service the full seven inches of the fearsome

cudgel.

 

Gerald folded his hands behind his head and tried to relax. He had what

he wanted now, had talked his sister into sucking his tumid cock. Donna

had no idea that she would soon be swallowing a veritable ocean of cum,

but there was no need to tell her about it until the moment of truth

had finally arrived.

 

In the meantime, she was doing a damned good job of turning him on,

considering that she was a completely inexperienced little virgin. Her

tongue was wrapped around his prick now, each stroke driving the

handsome lad half crazy with desire. Yes, it wasn't going to take long

for him to fire his wad.

 

Then Gerald allowed himself to move, rocking back and forth on his

pelvis and shoving his prick deeper into Donna's unresisting mouth. In

seconds he had reached the back of Donna's throat and was able to feel

the girl gagging and struggling from the effort of handling his huge

throbbing meat.

 

"That's right, baby," Gerald encouraged. "Just keep sucking and licking

it. You're doing it just perfect."

 

By that point, Donna had overcome all feelings of guilt and shame. It

wasn't as good as having her cunt and clitty licked but she definitely

felt stimulated by the control she was exerting over Gerald's lust. It

felt good to think of herself as a real woman, doing new and dangerous

things with a man.

 

"Let it go out of your mouth and lick it a little," Gerald commanded

his sister, more sure than ever that he could talk her into anything.

"Just run your tongue up and down it, all the way. Especially the tip,

that's where it feels best."

 

Donna gripped the thick member by its base, immediately protruding a

pink wet tongue from her luscious lips. She ran her tongue along the

shaft from base to crown, letting it linger around the collar before

attacking the head. She could feel Gerald's whole body trembling. It

was hard to tell if she was hurting her brother or giving him pleasure.

 

Her tongue was moving like a snake, coating every inch of the thick rod

with a fine patina of sweet warm saliva. She could feel the blood

throbbing through Gerald's prick, could feel his passion rising higher

and higher. Still the boy seemed in control of his lust, at least for

the moment.

 

"Do it to my balls," Gerald gasped, no longer trying to control his

voice. "Lick them, just like my cock."

 

Donna obeyed her brother without hesitation, not realizing that the

experience was as new to him as to herself. She held the soft globes in

her right hand and then licked them gently, her tongue getting tickled

by the wiry black pubic hairs. Sex was turning out to be a lot less

complicated than she had expected. To her surprise she was actually

enjoying it.

 

She began to act of her own volition, shocking Gerald by opening her

mouth wide and taking both balls into that inviting cavity. Donna

licked and sucked and dandled the heavy, soft spheres for a few

moments, feeling her brother's prick brushing against her smooth pink

cheeks and coating half her lovely face with a bath of her own warm

saliva.

 

But Donna tired of that game, knowing that her real work consisted in

servicing Gerald's still throbbing prick. Reluctantly, she relinquished

his balls, holding her hand around the crown of Gerald's prick. Two

seconds later the big organ was back in her mouth, harder and thicker

than ever.

 

"Go ahead," Gerald insisted. "Suck it good, make your head move up and

down on it. I know you can do it, Donna."

 

Now it was a matter of pride with the young girl. Donna had always felt

young and callow compared to her brother, just an inexperienced, clumsy

little girl. She was now proving that she had talents of her own, that

it was child's play for her to work over the heavy cock filling her

mouth so fascinatingly.

 

Gerald reached down and fondled his sister's tits as she continued to

suck him off. Her knockers were absolutely fantastic, full and firm,

pink and white, totally captivating. Occasionally when she would move

the right way he could feel her cunt brushing against his legs. That

turned Gerald on all the more, until it was a real problem to keep his

passion leashed.

 

Donna surrounded his thick, aching-to-cum cock with her clinging pink

lips, pulling hard. She could feel her cheeks getting hollow from the

effort but her jaw was no longer tired or sore. It would have been nice

to continue sucking his cock for hours, unlikely as that prospect

seemed.

 

Then Donna began to experiment in earnest, trying to understand her

brother's sensuality. Everything she did seemed to increase Gerald's

passion, but some things were obviously better for him than others. At

that point Donna brushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes, sensing

somehow that Gerald would dig watching his cock slide in and out of her

parted lips.

 

"Take more of it into your mouth," Gerald commanded. "Not the whole

thing if you can't, but as much as you can handle."

 

Donna inclined her head further, wanting to please her brother at any

cost. The first four inches of his prick slid into her hungry mouth

easily enough. Soon the thick head was pressed against the back of her

throat and Donna could not see how she could service another inch of

the huge monstrosity. But the brave girl persevered, knowing that a lot

was expected of her.

 

Her gag reflex turned out easy enough to control. Donna closed her

bright blue eyes and then slammed her head down onto her brother's

turgid rod, feeling it penetrate into the base of her throat. It was

hard to believe, but she had done it, actually succeeded in taking in

the full seven thick inches. Her lips were pressed against the boy's

wiry pubic hair while her teeth rested firmly and gently against the

thick base of his prick.

 

It felt good to have Gerald manipulating her tits as she kept his cock

ensconced in the bottom of her straining throat. Donna could feel

herself getting turned on all over again, though it seemed unlikely

that she would have another orgasm this time. First she had to bring

Gerald's desire to some sort of consummation.

 

A few moments later Donna let the thick weapon slide halfway out of her

mouth. She had had trouble breathing before but now it was quite easy.

Her hair was out of her eyes, her tits were pressed against Gerald's

balls and her mouth seemed to need no further instructions as she drove

the horny young lad closer and closer to the point of passionate

explosion.

 

"Rub it between your tits," Gerald ordered the girl. "Go ahead, I want

to feel it between those big knobs of yours."

 

Donna couldn't help being stimulated and flattered by her brother's

command. She had been quite proud of her breasts since the luscious

orbs had developed two years ago. Gerald loved her body, seemed to

worship its beauty and desirability. The very least she could do was

obey her lover's requests.

 

Donna pressed the hot throbbing organ against her chest, using her

other hand to press her big tits together. Now her boobs were forming a

channel for Gerald's cock, which slid up and down the soft skin in a

hypnotic ceaseless rhythm. Every now and then his prick would protrude

all the way to her mouth, allowing Donna to make further use of her

talented lips and tongue.

 

"Take it into your mouth again," Gerald said a few seconds later. "I'm

almost ready to cum now. Don't be scared. I'm going to shoot juice in

your mouth, just like you did to me."

 

Donna felt apprehensive about the onset of her brother's orgasm, a

feeling she could still not understand. She didn't like the idea of

something being emptied into her virgin mouth, but it was far too late

to protest. She would have to go through with it and hope that he had

not been lying. After all, everything else they had done together had

been more than pleasant.

 

Now the big prick was fucking her mouth fearlessly and with

uncontrollable passion. Donna felt herself gagging again, but soon it

was easy for her to regulate her breathing, timing it to the quickening

strokes of her brother's rod. Her tongue danced over the taut skin and

she could feel the blood rushing its way to the tip. Something had to

happen soon.

 

But Gerald held his passion in check for as long as he could, not

wanting to truncate the incredibly passionate experience. Donna was

driving him crazy with her lips, teeth and tongue, using every possible

combination of pressure, smoothness and friction. She seemed far more

experienced than he had thought, the hottest and most passionate little

tramp he had ever known.

 

"Oh, yeah, I'm going to shoot real soon," Gerald ,gasped. "I can feel

it now. Any second I'm going to fill you with spunk."

 

Donna redoubled her efforts, dying of suspense, wondering what was

finally going to happen to her. She felt a fresh drop of something warm

and salty in the back of her mouth but ignored it for the moment.

Gerald's face was red as a beet and his body was so taut that it seemed

about to fly into pieces.

 

Finally Gerald could stand it no longer. He felt the cum welling up in

the tip of his prick, forming a temporary reservoir. A few more strokes

of his sister's talented lips and the lad was ready to fly. He forced

himself to keep 'his eyes open, not wanting to miss the girl's reaction

to her first mouthful of cum.

 

His prick began to move with ever greater speed, penetrating deep into

Donna's passive welcoming throat. A few more short strokes brought

Gerald completely over the verge. He held his breath and then allowed

his prick to release its long pent-up fluids. Gerald felt two strong

spasms of delight, each losing an incredibly copious stream of hot jism

between the young girl's waiting lips.

 

"Aaahhh, shit!" he groaned. "Cumming, GAAAH, MY SISTER'S MOUTH!!!"

 

Donna gagged at her first taste of semen. It was too much for her, too

hot and salty. The stuff rocketed into the back of her throat and then

flowed forward, spilling out onto her chin and trickling down her

slender neck to form a sticky puddle between her heaving tits. Still,

her brother's jism continued to come, until the girl was sure she would

drown in scum.

 

The huge prick bucked once more and then released its final stream of

cum. The hot juices squirted all over Donna's lovely face, some of it

getting into her eyes. She was blinded and soaked with sperm, felt that

it had seeped into her very marrow. And then, just as she was about to

be terrified by her brother's passion, it subsided as quickly as it had

begun.

 

Donna got up from bed immediately, groping for a towel. She mopped the

sperm out of her eyes and then tried to clean it from the rest of her

pretty face, embarrassed at letting Gerald witness her lack of

composure. Donna felt certain that an older, more experienced woman

would have handled the situation a lot better.

 

But Donna was soon reassured by her brother. Gerald waited until the

girl had finished her ablutions. Then he wrapped his arm around Donna's

naked shoulders and kissed her full on the lips, immediately tasting

the last of spermy discharge. Donna was trembling prettily, her body

amazingly soft and receptive, more womanly and appealing than ever.

 

"I guess we have to cut it out now," Gerald conceded after they had

reclined together for five minutes, caressing each other tenderly.

"It's almost morning and we can't let Mom and Dad see what we've been

doing together, can we?"

 

"Do we have to keep everything a secret?" Donna asked candidly. "I

mean, it was so damned good for both of us. You said that there wasn't

anything to be afraid or ashamed of."

 

"I know," Gerald answered impatiently. "It's just that they wouldn't

understand. They're old. They don't know what's going down. Anyway,

most people wouldn't dig what we did together. You know what assholes

they are around here."

 

Donna wanted to question her brother at greater length but soon thought

better of it. It was good enough to keep things the way they were. It

was their little secret and nobody else would ever know about it. In

the back of Donna's mind there was a growing awareness of the power

that could be derived from sex, especially when it was between brother

and sister.

 

"Do you think Frank and what'shername, Gloria, will be with them?"

Donna asked. "How long is it since we saw Frank? It seems like he's

been away at school since we were little kids."

 

"It's not that long," Gerald insisted. "Four years, I guess. Shit,

they'll be on the morning train, otherwise Mom and Pop were wasting

their time."

 

Donna reclined on the bed as her brother groped for his pajamas. It was

almost dawn and their parents would be back within the hour, having no

idea what had happened in their absence. Next week Frank and Gloria

would be married, certainly the most exciting thing that had happened

to the family in years, with the exception of her recent initiation

into sex.

 

Gerald kissed his sister before leaving, knowing that the girl would be

asleep almost before he had closed the door to her room. He could trust

Donna. She was young and not the brightest girl in the world, but she

would know enough to keep her mouth shut, at least until after he had

managed to take her cherry.

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

 

Donna Judge woke up at ten o'clock, struggling to remember a

particularly disturbing dream. As she rubbed sleep from her bleary blue

eyes, the girl could remember dreaming of her brother and of another

man, older and stronger and more virile. But she could remember no more

about the dream, other than that she had experienced a great deal of

sexual stimulation.

 

Donna dressed herself quickly, knowing that her parents would be home,

along with her older brother and his fiance. She couldn't help feeling

apprehensive about keeping secrets from her family, but Gerald had been

right about that. It seemed highly unlikely that they would be

sympathetic toward her plight.

 

Five minutes later, Donna had dressed and washed, finding that there

was still a strange taste of semen in her mouth, a taste that brushing

her teeth could not extirpate. She stepped timidly out of her bedroom

and listened to the sounds of morning, wondering if her parents had

gone to bed after arriving home.

 

Donna passed by Gerald's bedroom and noticed that the door was open.

Looking inside, she could see 'that the bed was unmade and the room

unoccupied. Gerald had evidently got up already and taken care of the

morning chores. That meant that she would be alone until the others

finally awakened.

 

Donna then tiptoed down the long corridor of the farmhouse's second

floor until she had reached Frank's old room, unoccupied since the boy

had left for college. The door was closed, however, and Donna could

hear nothing inside but the sound of heavy breathing. It was impossible

to tell if Frank was alone or if he was sharing his old bed with

Gloria, his fiance.

 

That left only her parents to investigate. Their bedroom was somewhat

isolated, built into an L-shaped wing of the upper story of the house.

Donna kicked off her shoes, not wanting to disturb her folks if they

were awake or to rouse them from well-earned slumber. To her surprise,

the door of their bedroom was wide open, probably due to the intense

morning heat.

 

Her first impulse was to leave before approaching the room directly.

But something inside Donna told the girl to stay, to listen and see if

there was anything she could learn. It was as if her parents had been

away for ages, as if she had changed completely in their absence. She

would be meeting them on new terms, as a full-fledged experienced

woman.

 

Donna knew that it was wrong to spy on her parents. Theirs was a close

family where privacy had never really been discussed. The small house

necessitated a certain amount of informality but never had Donna taken

advantage of that freedom. Stepping closer to the doorway, she could

hear her parents talking, their voices hardly recognizable for some

strange reason.

 

Instinctively, Donna knew that her parents were making love. She had

never witnessed their amours in the past but this time she was going to

look in on them. Gerald had taught her a lot about sex but there was no

reason to assume that he knew everything. It could be most instructive

to see her parents in action.

 

Curiosity had always been Donna's modus vivendi. Scared of the rest of

the world, she had kept her observations in the family. It stood to

reason that she would be the same way about sex. It was wrong to spy on

her parents, she told herself again, but it was different now that she

was more like they were. In any case, she would be careful not to

betray her presence.

 

Soon Donna was standing in the framework of their bedroom door, knowing

that the shadows of the morning would hide her presence completely. It

was easy to peek into the room and look directly at the bed. Her

parents, as it happened, were far too busy to think about the possible

presence of an onlooker.

 

Donna gasped with amazement as she got used to the semi-darkness of the

shuttered bedroom. Her parents were making love all right, but in a

completely new and different way. It was nothing like what she and

Gerald had done together.

 

Donald Judge was lying directly on top of his wife, his heavy muscular

torso seeming to crush Catherine into the mattress beneath her body. It

was obvious even to Donna that the two adults were fucking just like in

the pornographic book she had seen once in the schoolyard. Their bodies

seemed hot and sweaty and they were making love with a violence that

was shocking and horrifying.

 

"More, do it harder," Catherine Judge sighed to her husband. "I'm

almost ready to cum. Just shove it in a few more times and I'll be

there. Yes, it's happened, I'm cumming."

 

This at least was something that Donna could understand. It looked as

if her father was torturing her mother, beating the woman half to death

with his furious, powerful penile strokes. But the woman was cumming,

just as Donna had done a few hours earlier. Already she could sense a

deep bond between herself and her mother.

 

That realization quelled Donna's fears for the moment. She watched with

greater objectivity, actually able to see her father's prick entering

and sliding out of the warm cavity formed by her mother's outspread

thighs. Their bodies heaved together with synchronous lust, something

that could not fail to stimulate her.

 

And then her mother started to cum, tightening her grip around her

husband's midsection. It was like watching and listening to herself,

Donna decided, the strangest thing she had ever experienced. Looking at

her father's cock she could see that the man was every bit as well

endowed as his handsome son.

 

Donald Judge slammed his rod in for the last time, using his free hand

to caress his wife's heaving tits. He was smiling broadly as he brought

the woman to orgasm, little knowing that their performance was being

watched with such great avidity by his only daughter. He rested his

weight against his wife's pelvis and then watched Catherine closely as

she celebrated her climax.

 

Donna, too, was content to watch her mother once again, ignoring the

transfixing sight of her father's huge, angry looking penis. What she

was doing was wrong, but Donna could not have stopped if her life had

depended on it. She was forging a new link with her family, as

gratifying as it was puzzling and mysterious.

 

Indeed, Catherine Judge's orgasm was a sight to behold. At the age of

forty-five she had lost none of her passion. Her body was still firm

and voluptuous and she had found that sex was better than ever over the

past few years. Her husband was as reliable as ever, having brought her

to a state of orgasm as effortlessly as ever before.

 

She cried her passion aloud, knowing that its sound would not carry to

any of her children's bedrooms. Her hips bucked violently as cum

started to pour out of her pussy, drenching her husband's cock and

dripping down her own soft thighs. Two spasms of intense passion seemed

to drain the woman's lust completely.

 

"That was nice," Donald said, keeping his prick buried in his wife's

still contracting pussy. "You really seemed to get off. I thought you'd

be tired after being up all night."

 

"Never too tired to fuck you," Catherine smiled. "But you seem to be

taking a little longer than usual. Do you want to try another position

or stop and rest for a few minutes?"

 

"No, not exactly," Donald answered, his voice somewhat choked. "How

about trying something really different. I haven't stuffed you up the

ass for years, you gorgeous creature."

 

Donna could not believe that her parents were capable of speaking to

each other in that manner. She had always assumed that they had some

sort of sex life, but her father sounded every bit as sexy and dirty as

her brother had. She could not understand everything that her parents

were saying but the gist of their conversation was clear as day, even

to a young virgin.

 

"You'll hurt me with that big thing of yours," Catherine answered,

playing at being scared. "But I guess that's what you want and I can't

stop you. Just give me a second to prepare myself."

 

Donald Judge removed his prick from his wife's dripping pussy, turning

towards the door without really focusing his eyes in that direction.

Donna was able to take an unimpeded look at his big vein-lined cock,

which shone in the morning sunlight. It was, if anything, bigger than

Gerald's rig. How could her mother possibly take such a huge engine

into her body?

 

Catherine Judge rolled over onto all fours so that her ample buttocks

faced Donna directly. Donna watched with quiet fascination as her

father knelt behind the woman, quickly running his tongue along her

thighs and buttocks and then worming it into her asshole. It was

similar to the way Gerald had eaten her pussy but Donna was shocked to

think that that part of a woman's body could also be used to satisfy a

man's raging lust.

 

She shrank further into the doorway, knowing that there would be real

trouble if her parents detected her presence. Still, it was easy enough

to see everything that was happening. The fact of the matter was that

Donald Judge was licking out his wife's asshole and simultaneously

reaching around her warm sensual body to attack the woman's big tits

with his work-hardened hands.

 

Both parents seemed huge to Donna, their substantial bodies developed

from years of work on the land. They were like monolithic primitive

idols making love, every muscle standing out coated with a fine layer

of sweat. Donna could see that her father's prick was still hard, that

there would be no let-up in their passion.

 

"I guess I'm ready now," Catherine announced, squirming away from her

husband's probing tongue. "Take it easy on me, though. I'm getting a

little too old for this kid stuff."

 

So saying, the beautiful older woman spread her legs wider, bending her

back and exposing her asshole to the avid gaze of her husband and

daughter. Donna could see the pink labia and dark brown pubic tresses

between her large white buttocks. Despite the primacy of curiosity she

was slowly and surely being turned on intensely by the sight of the

older, passionate couple.

 

Donald Judge took his prick in hand, quickly moving it into' position

against his wife's asshole. He rubbed his heavy hard-on all over her

buttocks and then gently rimmed the pink bunghole, less in a hurry

about sex than Donna would have expected. Soon he was working the head

of his rod into his wife's asshole, a feat Donna still considered

totally impossible.

 

But the evidence of Donna's sharp young eyes couldn't long be denied.

Her parents had shifted position so that she was able to take the scene

in enfilade. The tip of her father's prick was now halfway into

Catherine's asshole and the rest of the shaft was bending slightly.

Donald's balls swung freely beneath his hairy torso. He was smiling

wickedly, something Donna had never seen before.

 

Donald leaned his weight forward, forcing the rest of the head of his

rod into Catherine's unresisting asshole. Donna could hear her mother

grunt with discomfort as another inch of hot cock disappeared into her

body. Donna could almost feel it happening to herself, she was so close

to her amazingly virile father.

 

Donna's jaw dropped open as she watched the slow inexorable progress of

her father's cock. The imperious tool was now most of the way into her

mother's asshole, bent further with effort. The veins that covered its

shining surface were bulging as if fit to burst. Still, the man moved

forward, not to be satisfied until he had worked the entire sword into

his wife's narrowest aperture.

 

With a last lunge he succeeded, causing Donna's body to wince and

tremble as she empathized with her mother's helpless position. Her own

asshole was so tight and tiny that it was impossible to imagine that

her mother had been stretched and reformed from almost four decades of

fucking. Eventually Donna realized that the woman's reactions indicated

anything but painful humiliation.

 

Donna felt her nipples hardening as she watched her parents go through

their erotic paces. She reached down and touched her tits, causing

herself to tremble from head to toe. She did not have to fondle her

pussy to know that it was soaking wet inside and out. The same hot,

tingling, bittersweet sensations she had felt with Gerald were coming

back to haunt her.

 

"Take it easy," Catherine Judge whispered to her husband. "I love the

way that big cock feels, but you're going to tear me in two! Wait until

I loosen up a little before you fuck me."

 

Donald Judge immediately ceased the in and out movements of his prick,

contenting himself with rotating it inside the narrow channel of his

wife's cornhole. He was all the way inside her and the woman had never

failed him before. In a few minutes she would be giving as good as she

was taking, bucking wildly all over the bed, loving every wicked inch

of his pounding, thrusting cock.

 

Donna watched as her mother arched her back further, making an effort

to relax her anal sphincter. Her muscles were taut and her tits were

pressed into the pillow beneath her. Nonetheless, she was smiling, her

face flushed and triumphant.

 

Catherine Judge reached around and grabbed for her husband's balls,

wanting to keep the man happy while he was waiting to fuck her more

freely. She clasped the tender globes and weighed them in her palm,

jiggling the scrotum back and forth. Donna blushed as she compared her

technique to her mother's professional ministrations. In one way they

were identical in their approach, in another she had a long way to go

to catch up to her mother.

 

By this time, Donna had unconsciously moved her hand down to her

dripping little pussy. There was no way she could control her lust or

watch her parents passively. Her body was absolutely on fire, yearning

for some kind of satisfaction. Donna had fooled around with her lush

young body before but had never really masturbated. In twenty-four

hours she was learning a good deal about sex.

 

A finger slid between Donna's labia as she watched her mother being

buggered. Her membranes were soft and smooth, coated with a steady flow

of her pussy's secretions. Donna slid her finger in up to the third

knuckle, bending her thumb and using its nail to stimulate the terra

incognita of her swelling clitoris.

 

Donald Judge withdrew his prick partly from his wife's asshole, in the

process breaking her grip on his balls. He was ready now and he hoped

for Catherine's sake that she was ready, too. He had held back long

enough and nothing was going to stand between him and the complete

satisfaction of his raging lust. His wife had taken him this way

before, and she would do it again.

 

Immediately, he rammed his prick back into Catherine's asshole,

delighted as always by the smooth feel of the clinging tissues. His

wife's cunt was as great as ever to fuck, but there was something

special about the woman's asshole. For one thing, she often came when

he buggered her, something Donald imagined few other women could do.

 

He rammed his cock in and then began to fuck the tight orifice just as

if it were a pussy. Donna noticed how slow he moved for the first few

moments, what tremendous control her father had over his lust. He was

just as passionate as Gerald had been but so much stronger and more

mature. Donna no longer feared for her mother's safety as much as she

envied the woman her position.

 

In one sense, Donna had nothing to be jealous about. She was finger-

fucking herself with abandon, masturbating in a way that she would have

never discovered consciously. The sight of her parents fucking was

enough in itself to drive the girl to new heights of passion. In

combination with her own probing fingers the experience was opening up

new worlds to the confused, innocent little sexpot.

 

Donald reached down and began to fondle his wife's pussy, wanting to

make things better for Catherine. Sweat was pouring off his face now,

waxing his mustache oddly. His stomach muscles were tightened and his

biceps were bulging as they did when he worked, even though this was

surely a labor of love.

 

Catherine Judge sighed with delight as she felt her clitoris being

caressed with irresistible skill. She had cum once already that morning

and prospects for a second orgasm looked quite positive. She began to

move with her husband, digging her ass into his rock-hard midsection

and grinding her hips from side to side, knowing that it would all be

over soon.