Attic Voyeur: The Incest Next Door

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Chapter 1

“Mom, it's going to be sooo hot up there,” I said. “Can't I do it tonight?”

“Joe, stop complaining and go find that box. It won't be that bad,” my mother said.

There was no changing her mind, so I put a chair under the attic door, got on it, and lifted the panel out of the way, then I grabbed the edges and pulled myself in. It wasn’t as hot as I expected, but it was still plenty hot. “I'm melting.”

“Call me when you find it,” my mother said. “I'll be in the kitchen.”

By the time I reached the far end of the attic, where my mother told me to look, I was sweating. There it was, a box labeled arts and crafts. Arts and craps, as far as I was concerned. I started to pick it up but realized I could see my neighbor’s house through the vents. How had I never noticed this before? I got close to the vents and looked between them. To my delight, I could see over their fence into the backyard. I pushed one of the slats up, for a better view.

The Davis's have a swimming pool. I've heard them splashing and laughing but never been invited over. That darn fence. My heart jerked, then pounded at the sight. Mrs. Davis was lying face down on a lounge chair. She's a gorgeous woman who has given me boners when she's in regular clothes. Now, her ass is barely covered by her bikini bottoms. I wish I had my spy glasses. Even without them, it's clear there isn't a top to her bikini.

My teenage cock responded immediately. How long would I have before my mother started calling me? I freed my rod and started stroking, hoping Mrs. Davis would flip over and show me her beautiful breasts. I jerked with the speed only a kid can manage. My balls expanded as they readied themselves to blast my sperm. I wanted to wait and see if she would get up, but my cock shot a stream of cum onto the vents and floor, then Mrs. Davis turned over and sat up.

There they were, her massive tits. She had huge nipples that stuck straight out. Without giving it any thought, I was stroking again, using my own cum as lubrication. I couldn’t believe I had tried to get out of coming into this hot attic, into heaven. My neighbor stood up and her melons swung from side to side. She was so beautiful with clothes on, but this was too much. I shot another load.

I had once come six times looking at a playboy magazine, would Mrs. Davis make me break that record? The woman on the other side of the fence did the unimaginable, and my cum slicked fist started moving up and down my cock again. She slid her bottoms down, lifted them with her foot, and laid them neatly on a table. My heart raced. I had never seen a woman's triangle of hair in real life. I increased the speed of my strokes while Mrs. Davis turned, bent over, and pointed her ass in my direction. She got back on the chair, on her hands and knees. She stayed that way long enough for me to imagine being behind her and jamming my dick into her hole. Oh, what it would be like to finally stick my cock inside a real woman instead of my hand?

I beat my cock like a madman. Her beautiful round ass was demanding I give it more cum. My third orgasm started to boil inside my balls, but before I could launch it, my mother yelled my name. Between gasps of air, I yelled back, “I’m coming,” but I stayed right there until I was actually cumming. The volume was diminished, but my third orgasm still hit the vents.

If my mother wasn't waiting for me to hand that stupid box down to her, I could have stayed in the heat all day, jerking off to Mrs. Davis. I said, “Here I come, Mom,” then packed my cock in my shorts and grabbed the box.

“What took you so long,” my mother asked?

“Nothing, I was just looking around,” I said, and handed the box down to her. While I lowered myself from the attic, I realized a bulge or wet spot from my dripping cock might be in my mother's face. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice.

Time passed so slow. No matter how hard I tried to think about something else, my thoughts kept going back to my naked neighbor. I walked around outside, thinking, she could be right on the other side of that fence. When my mother left, I grabbed my spy glasses, and headed into the attic, praying Mrs. Davis was still outside naked. I'd have to act fast if I saw my mother's car.

Jackpot, I thought when I saw my neighbor. She was on her back now. Her jugs were hanging off to each side, her knees were up, slightly parted. I zoomed in and focused the binoculars right between her legs. I could count her pubic hairs. God, Mrs. Davis was beautiful and sexy. As I scanned up and down her body, taking it all in, my cock stiffened, but I couldn't beat off and not shake the binoculars. At least not without vomiting, so for now I’d enjoy her gloriously naked body.

Mrs. Davis turned her head toward the house like she heard something, then I saw the older of her two daughters, Jasmine. I knew Jasmine, but not really. She's the extremely hot, almost sixteen, new girl, and all the guys like her. As a freshmen nerd, I say hi when I see her in the driveway and she mostly ignores me.

Jasmine didn’t seem to notice that her mother was nude, or she didn't care. I started to wonder what kind of people we lived next door to. I have never seen either of my parents naked in the house and I knew my mother would never be caught dead outside naked, even if we had a fence and a moat.

Jasmine and her mother talked while she got a chair for herself and unfolded it. I already thought I had died and gone to heaven when I saw Mrs. Davis, but when Jasmine started lifting her shirt, I could hardly comprehend it. Her tits were freakishly large for her age, but they didn’t swing or hang like her mother’s. They stood firm, their puffy cone-shaped red nipples popping out. Then she slowly lowered her tight shorts, wiggling her round butt to get them past it. Her ass cheeks popped out and bounced. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

My cock couldn’t take anymore. I grabbed it and watched Jasmine lie down on her back, next to her mother, then I put the binoculars down and jerked myself like an animal in heat. Two beautiful nude women, mother, and daughter, on display for me. Wow, this was going to be a hell of a summer.

For the next few days, I checked on the Davis’s whenever my parents were gone, but my neighbors weren’t home or they weren't outside. It had also been getting progressively hotter in the attic. I was considering giving up, but late one afternoon, my mother had to go to the store. One last try, I decided and rushed into the attic. I needed to see somebody without their clothes.

At first, I thought it was Jasmine, but once I looked closer, I realized it was her younger sister, Susan. She's a grade below me, so I, of course, never paid her much attention, for the same reason Jasmine didn’t pay me any. However, my thinking changed when Susan got naked. The girl had a sweet little ass and sexy bumps on her chest. The evidence pointed to a Susan with a Jasmine body on the way.

I had questioned my neighbor’s morals last week when Mrs. Davis and Jasmine were outside together, nude, but today, Mrs. Davis and her younger daughter were doing the same thing. That family isn't anything like mine or any I knew around here. Maybe that’s normal in California where they came from, but here in Florida, I’m pretty sure that’s not normal. I didn’t mind, that's for sure.

I looked closely at Susan through the binoculars. She didn’t have a bush or curves like her sister, but her bald slit excited me very much. Her tits weren’t really tits yet, just big nipples sticking out of her little lumps, like dark red cherries.

Susan lifted her legs and put a foot on each side of the chair like she was going to get up, but she didn’t. She stayed right there with her legs open, the sun beating down on her puffy pussy lips, which were slightly separated. Wow, I was more excited watching Susan than her mother. Maybe because I actually had a chance with her?

The sound of a car made me look out front. Good, it's not my mother. It was Mr. Davis. I was disappointed because I figured the girls would cover up and go in the house. I didn't think Mr. Davis would approve of them sitting around nude in the yard. I watched closely to see how they reacted to the sound of the car door. They just continued talking or whatever they were doing. Susan flipped over on her stomach, giving me a great view of her butt. Damn, with an ass like that, maybe Susan wasn’t younger than me? I’d have to ask her if she’d been left-back. I zoomed in on Mrs. Davis’s nipples, which were rock hard.

Finally, Mrs. Davis looked toward the back door. It opened, Mr. Davis came out and walked toward his wife with nothing on. A huge hose of a cock hung, bouncing from thigh to thigh. I had never seen a man’s dick before, but I was pretty sure they shouldn’t be that big. It was the size of my arm, and Mr. Davis wasn’t hard. I wondered how big it would be if it got hard?

Mr. Davis approached his wife and daughter as if everything were normal. I figured they were nudists, a whole family of nudists, and my brain could handle that. Susan glanced at her father, might have said hello, and her head went back down. I wondered what she thought about the meat log hanging there in front of her eyes.

Nudists, my teenage mind could handle, but what happened next made my brain spin around in my head. The world I knew flipped upside down and inside out. I would probably never be the same.

Mrs. Davis’s hand rose to the cock, lifted it toward her face, then she opened her mouth. My god, the woman is going to blow her husband while her daughter is right there. I didn't bother jerking off. I glued my eyes to Mrs. Davis’s mouth as it wrapped around that cock. With each suck, he grew, and Mrs. Davis sat up as it did so her face stayed lined up. When the massive tool stuck straight out, Mr. Davis grabbed his wife’s head on each side and rocked, shoving more and more dick into her mouth. Where was it going, I wondered, because it seemed too big to be going down her throat. I zoomed in on the stretched lips sliding up and down. Mrs. Davis’s cheeks puffed out with each forward thrust of his hips. In and out he went while she jerked whatever didn't fit. Mrs. Davis’s other hand rubbed her enormous tits, pinching and twisting her swollen nipples.

Mr. Davis picked up enough speed to make his giant balls slap her chin. That must be what face-fucking is, I thought and wondered if his cum would get pumped directly into her stomach. Or, maybe he’d pull it out and splatter that beautiful face?

I was so engrossed in the blow job that I had forgotten Susan was there until movement caught my eye. I moved the binoculars away for a wider view, and there she was, kneeling with her face next to her mother’s. What the fuck was going to happen now? I put the binoculars back to my eyes. Mrs. Davis wrapped her hand around the shaft, extracted the cock from her head, and aimed it at her daughter’s face. The girl I considered too young for me to pay attention to, licked her father’s dick. My balls erupted in my shorts. In my wildest fantasies, I couldn't have come up with anything more erotic. How could I have? I'm a teenage boy who has only seen playboy a couple of times.

Susan’s mouth really had to stretch to fit him inside, but she looked like she knew what she was doing. How many times had she worked that fat cock head in and out between her teeth? She wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard. The head popped out of her mouth and she licked it like it was her favorite ice pop.

Mr. Davis started jerking his shaft and pushed the head back in Susan's mouth. Mrs. Davis was rubbing his balls and ass crack. Then he pulled back and thrust forward. Susan’s face got splattered. He repeated the forward thrust, but this time he aimed at Mrs. Davis's open mouth. She gulped and swallowed the fluid as it landed. Mr. Davis squeezed the base of his enormous rod and slid his hand up toward the top. Susan placed her mouth on the head and sucked the last drops of cum from her daddy’s dick. She licked her lips and smiled up at him, then she swallowed hard.

That night, I tossed and turned with the images of that day flashing through my mind. I masturbated three times, but that didn't help. I stayed horny for days.

Chapter 2

One day, when my parents weren’t home, I thought I’d go up to my secret spot, even though I didn’t think the neighbors were home. I looked through the vent, expecting to be disappointed as I had been the last three times. Surprise, Jasmine was in the pool, floating on her back. Of course, she was wearing nothing. No surprise there.

I focused the spy glasses. Just the crests of her tits and her nipples were sticking out of the water. Like icebergs, most of their mass submerged. Her light brown pubic hair glistened in the sunlight when she arched, pushing her pussy mound out of the water. I watched her for a long time with sweat running down my face. My cock was hard and my balls pulsed, but I didn't want to miss a thing. Jasmine is gorgeous. I'd jerk off after, hopefully, I haven't run out of cum yet. Is there a limit to how many times I can cum?

Jasmine walked up the three steps at the low end of the pool. Water ran down her tanned flesh and flickered. Her nipples erected to what had to be their full size. My lips puckered. What would it be like to suck them deep into my mouth?

She walked past the towel lying on the table and went to the edge of the patio. What is she doing? I refocused and watched her arch backward with her hands on her ass. She pushed her hips forward, and to my delight, a powerful stream of piss flowed out from between her legs. The sight of a hot chick taking a piss right on the ground like a nasty bitch made my lust explode.

When she finished watering the grass, she laid down on a lounge chair. I zoomed in on her beautiful round ass. Please spread your legs enough so I can see your butt hole. I zoomed in until I could see the fuzzy hairs on her cheeks, then I jumped when something blocked my view. I moved the binoculars and saw what it was. Their dog was standing between her ass and my pleasure. I put the binoculars back to my eyes and watched their German Shepherd. Seems like he was just a puppy and now he's big enough to spoil my view, I thought.

Jasmine swatted at the dog when he poked his nose in her butt groove. He stopped but didn't get out of the way. I laughed when he sniffed her ass crack again. She'd have to swat me more than once, too. What a lucky dog.

When the dog did it again, she didn’t swat him. What I wouldn't give to put my nose in her crack. Jasmine rolled to her side. I saw her lips move and wondered what she said to the dog. She rolled the rest of the way on her back, then turned sideways on the chair. Her elbows supported her in a half sit up and she opened her legs. The dog immediately got his head between them and started licking.

I didn't know anything about these things, but if I had to guess, I'd say this wasn't his first time. His long red cock was out of its sheath, bobbing under his body. Jasmine lifted her pussy in the air and he got his front feet up on the chair. My dick throbbed with need, but I couldn't look away for one second. This couldn't really be happening.

The dog started humping, stabbing his pointy prick at Jasmine's pussy. She moved around, adjusting the height and angle of her body, but he still couldn't hit the hole. She stopped him and got on her knees next to the chair. The dog knew exactly what to do. He licked her crack a few times, then he mounted her. She reached back between her legs. I supposed she was trying to help the dog find her hole, then I was sure. The frantic, jerky thrusts stopped and his fucking motion became smooth and fast. He hit the target, he was inside Jasmine's pussy. I wanted to be that dog more than anything I had ever wanted.

I had seen two dogs fucking on my front lawn once and it gave me a small thrill, but a dog fucking the hottest girl I knew, was the most exciting thing I would ever see. He slammed into Jasmine at light speed. I zoomed in close on the dogs hammering ass just in time to see him finishing up. He was filling her cunt with his cum. Then his enormous red dick slid out of her, clear fluid running down her thighs. The dog licked her hole like he was cleaning her up, then he laid down and licked his cock and balls. Man, that is the luckiest fucker in the world.

Jasmine collapsed on the chair, and I freed my dick from my shorts and immediately sent a huge load of semen on the wall. So much for running out, I thought.

After I got out of the attic, I washed my face and neck with cold water and flopped on my bed. I was so young and I had already seen a girl getting fucked silly by her dog and her sister eating her father’s load like it was candy. There was a good possibility I would never see anything more exciting.

Could something more exciting happen at night, I wondered?

My parents finally had someplace to go-together-at night. I had been looking forward to this for what seemed like months, but it hadn't even been weeks since I was last in the attic. Everybody was home next door, so I wouldn't get to see Jasmine having sex with her dog, but I'd settle for any view of her incredible body.

It had been a hot day, so the attic was still pretty warm, but better than during the day. The neighbor's backyard was well lit, but nobody was outside. I sat down for what might be a long wait.

After what felt like a long time, Jasmine finally came out of the backdoor, nude. I wondered if any of them wear clothes at home? I hoped not and got my cock in hand for the show. The most perfect body walked slowly across the patio. Her firm heart-shaped ass swayed from side to side. One cheek would dip and the other would rise, then they switched. I was sure I could hear her ass cheeks yelling, fuck me, fuck me! I thought back to all the times I had gotten a thrill watching that goddess walk down her driveway or down the hallway at school. I hadn't even come close in my imagination to how beautiful she was under her clothes. In my wildest dreams, I couldn't have imagined I would get to see her naked.

The illuminated pool and my spy glasses overcame the night. Jasmine was floating on her back. Her nipples were like periscopes for her tit submarines. I stared through my spy glasses for about ten minutes while Jasmine swam around. Her legs opening and closing when she propelled herself like a frog. She ran her hand over her mound, up her stomach to her chest. She fondled each tit. I needed to cum so bad my balls hurt.

I put the binoculars down so I could give myself a good jerking. I was so horny I felt like I could launch my cum all the way to Jasmine. My breathing quickened with each stroke, then my hand paused. Mr. Davis had come outside, his freakishly large cock in his hand. He was slowly stroking his dick, admiring his daughter from a distance. His cock had to be at least twelve inches, I thought.

When Jasmine started climbing out of the pool, Mr. Davis went inside. I imagined he was going to fuck his hot wife while pretending he was doing his daughter's tight body. He probably wanted to fuck Jasmine every day but knew he would ruin her fuck hole for life with that cock of his.

Jasmine's skin sparkled in the spotlights as she climbed up the ladder. It was like watching an erotic swimsuit commercial, minus the swimsuit. Cool air hit her body and the whole top of both tits extended into incredible cones. It was like her whole tit stretched out, screaming to be sucked deep into my warm mouth.

I followed her to the picnic table. She put one foot up on the bench, turned her knee out, and started pissing. One hand went to her ass and the other to her pussy mound, pulling up. The powerful stream of pee arched out in front of her. She moved the hand on her ass between her legs and caused piss to splash on her inner thighs and run down her legs.

While my hand was jack-hammering on my cock, Jasmine got on top of the table, laid back, opened her legs, and gave me a line of sight right to her pussy. Then she pushed a finger between her lips, slid it up and down, opening herself up. I had to stop jerking myself and give my full attention to Jasmine. She shoved a finger inside her body and started pumping it in and out. Her knees came up to her chest. She grabbed her left cheek, pulled herself open, and fingered her hole wildly. I imagined she was longing for her dog's dick or maybe even wishing her father's torturous cock was splitting her open. I continued to watch. Two then three, maybe even four fingers frantically plunged her body. Her eyes closed, her legs flopped open and her body tightened and relaxed, over and over. Her fingers kept on pounding her through what I imagined were many orgasms.

When Jasmine's beautiful body went limp, only her breasts heaving, I lowered the binoculars and grabbed my throbbing cock. I pulled back on it and pretended it was sliding inside Jasmine's pussy. She would have been disappointed because it only took three strokes and my balls splattered the vents. Jasmine continued to bask in the glory of her climax while I milked my dick.

Mr. Davis came out the backdoor. Jasmine didn't seem to notice him walking toward her. I tried to imagine beating off on our picnic table while my parents were home and not noticing that my mother was approaching after I got off. It didn't work, I couldn't even pretend something like that would happen.

Jasmine had just pissed and fingered herself silly where they would most likely have lunch one day soon. Yet, she doesn't care that her father is walking toward her. I noticed his massive cock stiffening as it swung between his legs. My mind spun with excitement, thinking about the possibilities.

Shit, a car turned into the driveway. I ran and jumped down from the attic. My parents would be inside any minute.

Chapter 3

That night, I tossed and turned all night, again. I kept dreaming about Jasmine being fucked hard, then I'd suddenly wake up, wondering if that's what happened. I needed to know! Would Mr. Davis feed Jasmine his cock and fill her head with a drowning load of cum? Maybe he would even get between her legs and split her teenage hole in two, drilling her spread pussy with that thing? Could he possibly consider fucking his own daughter?

How could I get more information? An idea popped into the devious part of my young brain, the part that believed anything was possible. It wasn't likely, but there might be a way to know more, and possibly even get more! It could easily blow up in my face, though, if I even had the balls to try it?

Summer vacation was growing short. I knew that meant there weren't going to be many more opportunities to make my plan work. That was my motivation when I saw Susan in front of her house with some friends. I got my nerve up and called her from my driveway, "Susan.”

She must have felt important having an older boy calling her name because she told her friends she would talk to them later, and walked right over to me. An older girl would have made me walk over there and an older, hot girl, like Jasmine, would have ignored me altogether. “What?” she said.

“I have something really important to tell you.”

She smiled and her eyes widened. "What is it?"

I told her it was something that had to be told and shown at the same time, so she had to come with me. She eagerly agreed, and we went into my house.

Susan’s ass felt good in my hands when I pushed her up into the attic. She had more meat back there than her skinny frame led me to believe. I looked up her legs into her shorts and my dick jumped. I don't think I saw panties. Was that exciting or was I just excited anyway because of my plan to blackmail her? If I actually had the balls to go through with it. I pulled myself up and listened to her complain about how hot it was. I knew that already, so I certainly didn’t need her reminding me. “This won't take long. Come on, this way.”

At the far end of the attic, Susan watched curiously as I moved the vent slat out of the way, then her eyes bulged and she said, "Look!" Her sister was laying naked in their backyard.

I think Susan knew where this was going because her attempt to speak amounted to stumbling over words. Her face turned red as her eyes went from the many cum stains to the bulge in my shorts, then back outside to her sister. Susan finally spoke, "What did you see?"

I told her I saw a lot of things and pointed. Jasmine spread her legs and allowed the sun between them. Susan stuttered, "Did you see me?" Before I could answer, she added, "Did you do that while you watched me?" She pointed to the cum stains.

I was probably turning red now. She had sucked her father's dick and taken his cum on her face, of course she would know that was cum and that I had been up here masturbating. I started to answer but saw their dog prancing over toward Jasmine, so I quickly turned the table on her. "Look at your sister."

The dog was already sniffing between Jasmine's open legs and Susan's eyes didn't move away from the vents. Jasmine held herself open and the dog licked away. We watched and I noticed Susan's breathing change, then I saw her touching herself. Finally, she said, "My god, you can see everything from up here.” Susan was almost panting as she spoke. “What is she doing?"

I was surprised she didn't know. That meant she had never seen her sister doing their dog. I said, "You haven’t seen anything yet. Keep watching." My balls were throbbing. I gave Susan the binoculars and while she focused on her sister, I pulled my cock out of the leg hole of my shorts. I stepped back, and over a little bit behind her. I started rubbing my dick.

Susan had obviously zoomed in close. "Look at that, look at his dick. It’s big and red, really red."

I asked her if she had ever done anything like that. She turned quickly and gasped at the sight of my cock standing straight up. "No! What are you doing?"

I was busted, cock in hand, but she was smiling, so I played it cool. I told her I saw her touching herself, so I didn't think she would mind if I touched myself. We both turned back to Jasmine, without saying anything. Jasmine was now spread eagle with the dog’s head in her grip, holding him so he would keep eating her pussy.

Susan's hand moved inside her shorts while her sister thrashed in orgasm. Her legs closed tight on her K-9 lover. Susan said, "My parents would kill her if they knew she was doing that."

OK, I guess they did draw the line somewhere, I thought.

Without looking at me, Susan asked, “What else have you seen?”

Before I could think about how much to tell her, Susan blurted out, "Is he going to fuck her? Look, it looks like he's going to fuck her! Can a dog fuck a person?"

Jasmine answered for me by getting on her hands and knees. The dog mounted her. My eyes moved back and forth from Jasmine to Susan's hand working between her legs. The girl wasn't afraid to play with her pussy right in front of me. Her shorts were pushed down in front. The dog was now stabbing his rod between Jasmine's legs, fucking her hard and fast.

Susan gasped and her shorts inched lower. Her firm little butt was clearly visible. When I leaned forward I could see her finger sliding through her bald pussy slit. I locked my gaze back on her smooth sexy ass and stroked my dick.

Susan's hips were rocking as the dog fucked fast and furious into Jasmine's hole. Susan struggled for breath as she spoke, "Oh, look, look how fast he's going in and out of her."

Without warning my sperm launched from my dick and splattered on Susan's ass. She turned to see what happened, and a second blast flew at her, hitting the bald spot above her slit. I froze in place, holding my jerking cock as it spurted cum.

With a slightly evil smile, Susan scooped some sperm off her belly and licked it from her fingers, then she went back to watching through the binoculars. The dog was humping her sister silly. I stood behind her, admiring my juice as it slid down the perfect skin of her ass cheek. My cock was only inches away from touching her flesh. I realized I was imagining what it would feel like to stick my cock inside her little body.

It was obvious to me that the dog was just about to spill his clear fluid into his human bitch. Susan gulped hard when his fat, red rod spilled out of her sister with a huge quantity of liquid. The dog licked Jasmine clean and I wrapped my arms around Susan, pressing her hard nipples into my palms. I kissed her on the neck. She exhaled hard. It was a sigh of pleasure to my ears. My dick pressed against her back, just above her firm butt. I lowered one hand to the wetness between her legs. The heat emanating from her smooth parted lips surprised me.

This was not part of my plan. I had never considered that I might fuck Susan, but now I was seriously considering it. I whispered in her ear, "I saw you sucking your father's dick."

She said, "Did you get excited and make that mess?" She pointed at one of the many dried-up cum splatters.

I ignored the question and said, “I want you to help me fuck your sister. Will you help me?”

Susan looked like she was considering my question, but when her shorts slid down her legs and she stepped out of them, I thought she might have been considering something else. I kissed her ear and neck, my hand firmly planted on her bald mound. She moved her feet further apart and my fingers moved between her legs. My middle finger was on the slit between the two puffy flaps of moist flesh. She was so soft. A Playboy picture or even seeing Jasmine from a distance hadn't prepared me for how good it felt touching the most private part of a girl.

Susan pushed her hips forward and applied more pressure on my finger with hers. Her smooth skin separated and my finger slipped between her lips. It was like the gooey center of a candy, except hot, so very hot and wet. I was almost terrified at first, but her soft moan of pleasure let me know that I hadn't hurt anything.

There was a hard nub at the front of her slit and the channel got deeper and wetter at the back. I knew there was a hole somewhere, and I was supposed to stick my finger in, but I didn't know where it was. I had never been to third base, even though I had told my friends I had. I relaxed as Susan rotated her pussy. My fingers slid easily over her flesh. She got wetter with each forward motion of her hips.

The pointy tip of her tit was between my fingers. I rolled it and pinched it gently. Her body rocked forward and backward. My erect cock slid up and down her back and my balls pressed into her ass crack. It was hard to believe that I had formed a plot to have sex with Jasmine, and I couldn't even properly finger the pussy that was being thrust against my hand.

Susan thrashed and ground her pussy on my fingers and my cock against her back. Her puffy cunt lips had spread enough to allow two fingers to glide through the hot mysterious groove. My fingers were getting soaked. I knew I should probably do more, but I was enjoying my first real pussy too much to worry about it. Susan was moaning with excitement, pleasuring herself.

There was a whimper, her legs went stiff and she squeezed my hand, then shuddered and closed her legs tight. An excessive amount of fluid covered my hand. I thought she might have pissed on me, but it felt too thick and slippery. She clamped down tighter, exhaled, let loose, and said, "I came, I just came so hard."

I had finally fingered a girl, for real.

Chapter 4

After a minute of holding on tight, we both let go and took a deep breath. We were covered in sweat from the excitement, but the attic had also become overwhelming. Susan pulled up her shorts and said, "Let's get out of here. I'm burning up."

Down in the house, we sat in front of my fan to cool off. I listened to Susan as she tried to explain her family. Not only did they get naked in their yard, but they also went to nude beaches and a nudist community in California. On top of that, her parents were what she called, swingers. I didn't know what that was, but Susan explained that it was when people came over to their house and had sex with each other. She told me that Jasmine and she were always sent to their rooms during these sex parties, but they had both secretly watched many times. Susan had stories to prove it and knew more about sex than I did.

I listened to Susan's tales of people sucking and fucking each other. It was exciting, but my eyes kept falling to Susan's crotch. When she shifted or uncrossed her legs, I was treated to another peek at the sexy flesh. The idea that my finger had been inside that tight hole a few minutes ago, was hard to believe. I smelled my fingers as inconspicuously as possible and proved it to myself. The aroma was thrilling. What would it feel like to have my cock in there?

The more I listened, the more clear it became that there was much more than your average sibling rivalry between Jasmine and Susan. It seemed Susan really didn't like her sister. It might have been because Jasmine was older and got to do more, but I didn't know for sure, I'm an only child.

Susan caught me off guard when she said, "You want to fuck Jasmine, what about me? Don't you want me?"

I said, "Susan, you're only-"

“No, not anymore,” Susan said. “Last week was my birthday, and you didn’t even wish me a happy birthday.”

“Have you ever, um, you know, with your dad?" I watched Susan’s face to see if she was mad that I asked, but it seemed more like disappointment I saw. She told me she hadn't done it with anybody, yet. I crossed my fingers and told her what I saw the night Jasmine pissed, then I asked if Jasmine and their father had done it. Susan told me Jasmine swore they hadn't, but she thought they had.

“Why do you think that?” I asked.

"Once, I got up in the middle of the night with a stomach ache. I went to get in bed with my parents, but when I got near their room I heard something. I looked through the cracked door opening. Jasmine was in front of daddy, and she was licking the tip of his cock. I saw mommy kneeling behind him, her face in his ass. Her hands were lifting his giant balls. I kept watching. She licked and sucked his balls, then she helped Jasmine take his cock into her mouth. I totally forgot my stomach and watched as my daddy stretched Jasmine's mouth open with his dick. I found myself rubbing between my legs without realizing it. His balls disappeared into my mother's mouth. White juice was spilling out of Jasmine's mouth all over her tits. Mommy's tongue licked it off. That's when I had my first orgasm. I was so jealous that it wasn't me. Jasmine gets all the attention."

I think I could have comforted my little depraved friend with a mouthful right then, but I wanted to hear more.

Susan continued, "I went back to bed that night and thought about everything I had seen and wondered about that feeling I had between my legs. I was touching myself. I tried for two days to make it happen again, but it just didn't happen. I would get in bed with my parents and try to touch my daddy, but they always told me I was too young. I have never seen Jasmine get fucked, but she gets to stay up later than me, and I'm sure they send me to bed so they can fuck."

Like I thought, not normal sibling rivalry going on here. This was a girl who wanted to have her pussy executed by her father's massive pole because she thought her sister got to do it. "What about the other day?” I asked. “I saw you help your mother?"

"They finally let me do that recently. I snuck into their room while my mom was sucking dad. I begged them to let me help, and I got my first taste of cum."

I wanted more details, but I needed to get this plan settled before my mother got home. "So, will you help me fuck your sister?"

Susan smirked like the thought of having some power over her sister would be a good thing, but said, "I don't know about my sister. I think you'd have a better chance with my mother. My sister is such a bitch, but I'll try. That is, as long as you do something for me. If I get you some, then you have to help me do what Jasmine was doing today. I can't get it out of my mind. I have to know what it feels like."

I tried not to shit myself with excitement as I pictured Susan's tiny hole being pulverized by Buster! I had to stay cool so she didn't realize I would do that without anything from her. What an unbelievable stroke of luck. We formed a plan and right before my mother got home, I sent Susan out the back door with a quick rub on her ass. It truly was an exact replica of Jasmine's, except in a smaller package.

Two nights later, the phone rang once, then stopped. A minute later it did the same thing. My dick tingled because I knew that was the signal. "I’m going to Bobby’s house, Mom. See you later."

I went out the door and waited across the street until Susan signaled me from her room, then I ran over and climbed in the window. For two days, I had resisted beating off because I wanted to have a full load to empty on Jasmine. Now that the sneaky business had started and things were getting exciting, I wondered if that was a good idea? Hopefully, my plan wouldn't backfire or misfire.

We slipped into the room where Jasmine lay on the couch, watching TV. Susan looked nervous. I knew that feeling. We crawled over to the couch. I moved to the end where Jasmine's head was and peeked down her body. Her big nipples were visible through her white T-shirt. Gravity seemed to have little effect on her tits. They barely fell to the sides of her body. Her tan legs stretched to the other end of the couch. I scanned them from her perfectly manicured toes, down her petite feet, up past the muscles on her calves, and over the kneecaps to her glorious thighs. Her inner thighs were slightly separated and led the way for my eyes straight up to the bottom of her shirt. According to Susan, that shirt was all she had on. I knew right under the edge of that shirt was a pantie-less pussy. It was the pussy I was expecting to get inside. My cock was completely stiff. I had to catch my breath for a second.

Jasmine jumped and tugged the end of her shirt down. "What are you doing in here? You know you can’t have anyone over when they're not home."

Susan said, "You know you shouldn’t let Buster do those things to you, but you do."

Jasmine’s face changed quickly. I thought she was about to say something, but Susan spoke first, "Don’t worry, I won't tell anybody if you do something for me."

Jasmine looked like she was trying to figure out what or how we could have known about her and the dog. “What do I have to do?"

I wanted to feel her nipples between my lips and her fuzzy pussy sliding down my dick. Susan was grinning at the thought of finally having the upper hand, but I was afraid we had underestimated Jasmine.

"Fine, but let’s go outside," Jasmine said.

I smiled at Susan. We were victorious. Jasmine got up and even after pulling her shirt down it still didn't completely cover her ass. I watched her walk out the backdoor. With each step she took, her ass cheeks winked at me. My knees got weak. I was terrified that I might shoot my load before I even got outside.

Considering this was my plan, I should have had some idea what I was going to do first, but Jasmine decided for me. “Get undressed!”

Jasmine sat down on a lounge chair. I stripped and stood there with my boner standing straight up against my stomach. She grabbed it and pulled me toward her. I was inches from her, my cock level with her face. She lifted her shirt and her brown bush appeared, her flat stomach, and finally her incredible tits. I could have shot all over her face right then, but I forced myself to calm down. I looked nervously at Susan. She gave me a smile of approval.

"You want to have sex with me? Okay, but you’re going to make it good for me, too."

She got up, I sat where she was and she pushed me down, flat, then straddled my face. I was staring up into the pussy of the most worshiped girl in my school. Jasmine said, "You have to eat me out first. To get me ready." She squatted. "Lick it, stick your tongue in me."

I had never even thought about this happening, and I had no idea what to do. Jasmine smelled like my finger after it had been in her sister. I closed my eyes and shoved my tongue out. Once it made contact with her flesh, like Buster, my animal instinct took over. I licked the length of her pussy slit a few times. She pressed down on my face and my tongue sank between her swollen flaps. I thrust it out as far as it would go and easily found the hole my finger had so much trouble finding between Susan's legs.

Jasmine was riding my face like she had ridden her hand that night on the picnic table. I licked and licked and licked. I felt something on my cock. Susan’s mouth! She got her lips over my head, then I felt them sliding down my shaft. Wow, she took a lot of my dick. I could feel her throat around my cock head. She slurped. Jasmine lifted up and looked back at her little sister. "Look at you, you little cock sucker. You like sucking dick, don't you?"

Susan answered by sucking me down, and Jasmine turned around so she could watch her sister inhaling my dick. I stared at the beautiful heart-shaped butt approaching my face. The closer it got, the more her cheeks separated. I was face-to-face with her asshole. My mouth had no choice. It tasted good on my tongue. I pierced the outer ring and sank deep into her shit hole. Up and down, Jasmine fucked my tongue like a dick in her ass. I couldn't see, but I could hear and feel Susan slurping away at my cock. It felt wonderful, better than I ever imagined. I was going to erupt in Susan's mouth before long.

Jasmine was using two fingers in her pussy while her ass bounced on my tongue, then her ass ring started convulsing. I thought it could be the start of an orgasm based on my experience with Susan. Jasmine confirmed it and finished with a loud moan. Her back arched and she trembled.

When Jasmine stood up, I could see Susan's head eagerly working me toward what was sure to be a mouth-filling cum load. I was ready and willing to let it go, but Jasmine used Susan's hair to pull her off my cock. She looked down between her legs at me and our eyes locked in an intense stare. What was she going to do?

I watched Jasmine shove a finger into her well-eaten asshole, then spread her pussy lips with the other hand. She thrust her crotch toward Susan and a golden stream of hot fluid splattered my stomach, cock, and right into Susan’s face. Piss splashed off her face onto my cock and ran down my balls.

When the stream faded, then trickled, the drops landed in my open mouth. I was right, we had underestimated Jasmine.

Jasmine ordered Susan to finish sucking my piss-covered cock and told me to clean her cunt, then she went back to grinding it on my tongue. It only took two minutes for my balls to shoot their stuff inside Susan’s throat. At the same time, Jasmine’s body convulsed with another orgasm. She filled my mouth with the same fluid Susan had covered my fingers with. It tasted so sweet. I hope my cum tasted that good because Susan swallowed every bit of it.

"Look at you,” Jasmine said, “you little cum eater. Did you like cum filling your mouth?"

Chapter 5

Jasmine looked at me. "That’s an impressive dick for such a young boy. Think you can get it up and fuck me now?" I was kind of upset at the young boy part but proud that she liked my dick.

Susan’s mouth had been incredible, but when Jasmine took my cock between her lips, it was unbelievable. They slowly wrapped around the head, went down the shaft, and didn’t stop until Jasmine had all of me inside her mouth. She poked her tongue out and licked at my balls. Then, she alternated between sucking my dick and sucking my nuts. Occasionally, Jasmine even tongued my asshole. Getting hard wasn't a problem, but not blowing my load again before I got to fuck Jasmine might be.

Jasmine stopped sucking, took a thick rubber band off her wrist, and said, "This should help." She doubled it and stretched it around my dick and balls. They started turning beet-red and the veins bulged. I tingled and burned at the same time. Jasmine tucked her finger under the band and sucked more blood in, then snapped it. I was bigger and harder than I had ever seen my cock.

Jasmine straddled me, said, "Get ready to be fucked," and slid the purple knob through her wet pussy groove. I watched Jasmine lower herself on my engorged prick. She leaned back, forcing me even deeper inside her body. I was inside a girl, the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. It was ecstasy, and my orgasm felt like it was going to fire, but the rubber band held it back. Jasmine took my hands and planted them on her chest while my cock jerked inside her. I quickly started fondling her melons, pinching her erect nipples.

Jasmine lifted up, and her pussy sucked me hard as she rose, trying to pull the cum out of me. I was throbbing. Jasmine purred, “Mmm,” as my cock disappeared again. Slowly and methodically, she rose and fell on my bloated flesh. It felt so swollen I thought it might burst open.

I felt a new sensation, so I looked around Jasmine and saw Susan standing behind her sister. She was holding her cunt open and directing a hot piss stream at Jasmine's ass crack. It was a wonderful, burning pleasure running over my balls while Jasmine's flesh hole stroked my cock.

"You nasty bitch,” Jasmine said. “Yes, piss on my ass. Fill my asshole with your hot pee."

While the golden stream was still flowing, Jasmine pulled me out of her and pressed my cock head against her asshole. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My dick popped inside her soaking wet ass. I squeezed the hell out of her tits, and she plunged onto me. In and out, in and out, my cock went. It was so tight, and demanding of my orgasm that I shouted, "I have to cum."

All in one fast motion, Jasmine got up, turned, and stretched the rubber band away from the base of my balls. I shot a huge blast of cum straight up into Jasmine's waiting mouth. She closed her lips and gulped. My dick splattered her face again and again. When it finished, Jasmine looked up and smiled with cum all over her face, dripping from her chin.

There is nothing like teenage lust, but this was something I was going to remember for the rest of my life. The three of us got into the pool to cool off, and clean off. The sibling tension seemed to have eased tremendously, even though I know Susan was upset that she didn't get to fuck me.

The day after my sexual ecstasy with Jasmine, the teenage goddess, and her sibling prodigy, my mind drifted to all the different sensations. I imagined the feel of Jasmine's breast, the hold her pussy had on my cock, the smell of her ass pressed against my face, her hot stream of pee hitting my hard penis, her spasming bowels on my cock as she orgasmed, and the feel of my new young friend's lips slurping my orgasm into her mouth. Could it ever be matched, I wondered?

So much had happened that it was hard to believe it was real, but it was, it had all happened. I didn't know when or if I'd have another experience with my neighbors, but I started fantasizing about the possibilities. I could finally satisfy Susan's incredible desire to have her love hole stuffed, sending my seed deep into her young body. Or, I could pull out and fill her mouth and splatter her face. I might even get a chance to fill Jasmine's greedy cum hole again with a flood of ball juice? Who knows what might happen, whatever it would be, I couldn't wait.

Out in front of the house, I noticed some girls down the street. I smiled, knowing my next year in high school was going to be better than the last. Jasmine's words, "Nice cock," did a lot to build a boy's confidence.

Susan leaped onto my back and wrapped her legs and arms around me, sending me stumbling forward, then in a heap on the grass. My confidence was taken down a few notches by the laughing girl who took me to the carpet with her scrawny body. However, her warm crotch pressed against my back made me happy. I turned over and looked up at Susan's lips, picturing them stretched around my flesh. I wondered what it would be like to eat her out then kiss her?

My fantasy was interrupted by her slap. She said, "Don't forget, we have a deal! I did my part; you better do yours."

I smiled and said, "You did, but are you sure you'll be ready?"

A satisfied pleasure rolled across Susan's face. "Last night after I went inside, I opened the refrigerator, and as soon as I spotted it, I knew what to do. I grabbed the fattest carrot and headed for my room. Don't worry, by the time I get back from my aunt's house, I'll be ready."

Her words stunned me, then I remembered; Jasmine and Susan were going to their aunt's house for a week with their father. It was his sister. "Oh," I said.

Susan saw my disappointment. "Don't worry. It's just six days. My mom will be here." She jumped up. "I gotta go get ready. See you soon."

Five days later, I was mowing my lawn. Mrs. Davis walked over, so I stopped and turned off the mower. I was horny but trying to save myself for Susan's return, so I hadn't cum since the night with Jasmine. My cock swelled in front of Susan's mother. It should have embarrassed me, but I had seen her naked and watched her servicing her husband's massive tool, so it was a little easier to forget she was a grown-up.

Mrs. Davis was wearing a long, loose shirt. Her massive tits were free to swing, and her nipples were bulging under the thin fabric. "Joe, would you mind mowing my lawn, too?"

Her words snapped me out of the trance her jiggling tits had put me in. I squirmed nervously, hoping my erection wasn't making a tent in my shorts, or worse, finding a way out through the leg hole. "Sure, Mrs. Davis, I can do yours too." As the words left my mouth, I wanted them back. Hopefully, she wouldn't hear them the way they sounded to me.

"Joe." Her tone made me freeze.

"Yes?"

"Call me, Chris. Mrs. Davis made me feel old."

I knew my mother wouldn't approve, but I said, "Okay."

"Good. Knock on the door when you're done, and I'll give you something."

Back and forth, I walked with the lawnmower and a hardon. My balls swung, swollen and heavy with five days worth of cum. Thoughts were running wild in my mind. What did Mrs. Davis mean by, "I'll give you something,"? Susan's words, "My mom will be here," took on new meaning. I pictured my cock sliding between Chris's tits.

With three passes left, I told myself to stop fantasizing. All my ideas of what would happen when Mrs. Davis opened the front door had to be smashed. She wasn't going to fuck my brains out as payment for cutting her grass. If that were my expectation when I knocked, I would be disappointed at best. At worst, I would make an ass out of myself standing there with my hard little cock poking up in my shorts.

After three knocks, I waited, then knocked again with more force. Still nothing, so I figured she must be in the backyard. I'd try the back gate. If it were open, great, if not, I'd see her later. The latch snapped, and the gate opened, so I went into the Davis' backyard. Surprised, Mrs. Davis jumped and looked around. I closed the gate quickly, and with all the fake courage I could muster, I said, "Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't answer the door. I figured you were back here. "

Not finding anything to cover her tits, Chris went back to laying on her stomach. Apparently, she was more concerned about me seeing her melons, than her round, naked ass, which was right there in front of my eyes, or maybe she wanted me to see her? "I was wondering if I could jump in your pool, to cool off?"

"Sure, Joe, you can take a swim, but will you do something for me first?" My brain flew through a thousand possibilities. I could eat her pussy or shove my hard dick in her mouth. She said, "Can you put some sunscreen on my back?"

I said, "Sure, Mrs. Dav-I mean Chris." It felt strange calling her by her first name, but then again, she was naked and wanted me to spread lotion on her. I picked up the bottle of sunscreen and moved to the foot of her chair, where I admired her perfect ass, the soft fuzz that glistened on her lower back, and the breast meat that was being squeezed out from under her body. Even the back of her neck was sexy. My brain flooded with hormones and my boner throbbed. At light speed, I processed some possibilities. She would tell my parents I touched her ass or she planned this whole thing because she needed a dick while her husband was away. I was out of my mind thinking about Mrs. Davis sucking off her husband right here, Susan watching, then taking her father's load on her face. The stories Susan told me about her parents and Jasmine added to my lust-induced madness. I removed my shorts and straddled her chair.

When I looked down at her ass and saw my erection, I suddenly realized she was a woman, not some high school girl. Mrs. Davis was my neighbor and my mother's equivalent. I wanted to run like hell, but forced myself to stay because Susan specifically told me, "My mom will be here." It had to be a special message, a code for me to know that I'd have a chance, a chance to fuck her mom.

Chapter 6

I covered my hands with sunscreen and reached for her shoulders. I was as nervous as a turkey the day before Thanksgiving. Like a kid trying to spread peanut butter on soft bread, I fumbled on her upper back. I thought I might have heard a sigh, but to me, it registered as a moan of pleasure, so I moved on. I smeared tanning lotion on her sides, getting within an inch of touching the bulging breast meat. I chickened out and continued downward. Her back muscles were firm on each side of the sexy groove that marked the center of her back and led straight to her ass crack. I squirted a circle of sunscreen over the fine blond hairs that were only visible in the sunlight.

Now that her back was coated, what was I to do with her ass, I wondered? She wouldn't want a sunburn on her butt, would she? My palms inched up the slope of her lower back, getting close to that big, womanly rump. She'll stop me if she doesn't want me to touch it, I decided and laid my hands on the pillowy mounds. Panic gripped me. I had two choices now, run away or protect her from the sun.

"Joe, make sure you go all the way down my legs...too."

My heart raced. Too, is also, and that surely means feel my ass up completely before you go all the way down. I watched as the drops of creamy liquid fell from the bottle toward her rump. It happened in slow motion, the gob fell and hit with a splat. I waited for a reaction, but nothing came, so I was all in.

I squatted. The reality of what I was about to do made my body buzz with a rush of adrenaline. First my left, then my right testicle touched down on her warm flesh. I dragged my sack through the droplets until it was coated, then I slid it up the length of her ass channel. She didn't flip out, so I pressed my painfully stiff erection between her cheeks. Then I gently slid it up and down in the flesh valley. Oh, it felt so good, but I stopped because I didn't want to dump my lotion on her back.

Mrs. Davis must have known that it was my cock touching her. That meant she wanted to get fucked, but should I shove it in her without asking? No, I couldn't do that. I grabbed the cushions of her ass and shoved them together. Her fleshy walls sandwiched my erection, completely hiding it. I drove my cock through the valley until my balls crashed into her, then I backed up. The tip of my cock slid across the hot, silky ring of her asshole.

A voice that reminded me of Jasmine's when she told me to eat her came from her mother. "Fuck me, Joe. Not in my pussy, I can't let you, but fuck my asshole."

I didn't wait to make sure the voice hadn't been in my mind. I shoved her cheeks apart and centered the bulb of my cock on the puckered ring. It seemed hotter than the sun. I pushed and my dick head popped into the tightness. I trembled and jerked, easing in. It was liquid fire. Mrs. Davis said, "Ah, Joe, you've got a big one for a boy your age. Let me get a look at it."

I reluctantly extracted my tool from her asshole and dismounted. Chris rolled over and sat up in front of me. Her massive melons swung around and hung halfway to her belly button. Dark nipples covered the tops, with a hard center the size of large raisins, standing proud. She smiled and said, "That's a beautiful cock, young man. Very impressive. Let me have a taste." She took hold of my dick and pulled it toward her waiting mouth, then she licked the tip, up the sides, and around the head, like an ice cream cone. My knees went slack when she sucked the purple head into her hot mouth. When she took it out, she licked her lips, as if she were savoring the taste of her asshole. Then, to my surprise, she inhaled the full length. My balls hit her chin. She pulled back, smiled around my purple knob, then slammed her face back down my shaft. Her nose was smashed into my pubic hair while her throat gulped frantically.

When Susan's mother stopped bobbing on my boner, it was sloppy, wet with her mouth juice. She said, "Now it's ready," then she got on her knees and leaned on the chair. "Go ahead, fuck my ass."

Chris reached back and guided me to her bunghole. My penis brain touched the dark circle. I pushed hard and sank into Mrs. Davis's body. I didn't stop until my groin smacked into her ass. The scared-silly boy who had entered the Davis' backyard turned into a wild animal, running on instincts. I reached around her body, grabbed her hanging tits, and drove the length of my cock into her ass tube. Mrs. Davis thrust her hungry ass back to meet my forward motions. I released her tits, took her by the hips, and slammed her even harder. She grunted and matched me with equal force. “Fuck it, fuck it hard.”

I was pulling out until the flare of my cock head reached the tightness of her anus, then giving her my full length. Slap, slap, slap, our bodies collided, and my balls swung, hitting her wet pussy. I couldn't go any faster, and I had lasted longer than I could have ever hoped, considering how many days it had been since I released my load.

Each time our bodies hit, my sack tightened. My body was on autopilot, flying toward a huge climax. I felt my balls jerk and my cock expand. One last thrust was all I needed. I pulled back and shoved forward. My dick head jammed against a solid surface. I felt my cum spurting cock bend, then slice into her. The cushions of Chris's ass embraced my groin, and her pussy walls surrounded my cock. It was better than her ass tube. Her pussy was like a million tiny fingers touching my cock. I held her hips tight and hunched spasmodically, pumping days of stored up sperm inside a woman older than my mother.

Mrs. Davis moved forward and broke the bond of our bodies. I watched as my erect pole slid out of her pink flesh. My dick stood straight out, glistening in the sunlight. Chris sat, turned around, and took me into her mouth. She sucked hard as she pulled her head off my cock, cleaning every drop of our orgasms. With a big smile, she licked her lips and said, "Yummy."

Still holding my erection, she laid on the chair. I straddled her. She raised the backrest halfway then pulled me by my cock toward her cleavage. She spit on my cock and put it between her tits. The groove between the massive flesh globes was covered with a mix of sweat and lotion. My spit-coated tool slid up toward her neck. Mrs. Davis lifted each of her jugs and pushed them together. They easily encased my cock. I worked my sensitive meat through her cleavage.

Once I had a good pace going, Chris grabbed my ass and pulled me up until my hanging balls dragged across her chin. My knees almost buckled when she sucked my family jewels hard and deep into her mouth. I gasped and squatted on her face. She explored my testicles with her tongue. Her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks. My wet balls came out of her mouth with a slurp and dragged across her nose. One landed in each eye socket. Her tongue shot into my asshole, sending a wave of unprecedented pleasure through my young body. I squatted harder, trying to get her inside my quivering body. My cock stood straight up like it was about to send a load into outer space. Chris said, "Not so fast. This time I want your cum in the right hole. I want to taste it."

I stepped back, and Mrs. Davis sat straight up. She pulled my dick to her mouth and sucked it in while her silky hands rubbed my ass and played with my nuts. The wonderful sound of her slurping lips sent a shiver down my spine. Her fingers explored the space between my balls and my asshole. I gasped when she poked my anus. Then she slipped the ass explorer into her mouth with my cock. When it was good and wet, she forced it into my virgin asshole and sucked my cock with a vengeance. My next load would soon be in my new friend's mouth.

Mrs. Davis stuffed another finger into my stretched ass. I wasn't sure I liked what she was doing, but I took a wider position with my feet, grabbed my cheeks, and pulled them apart. She started plunging me faster and deeper. My hips were rocking in rhythm with her sucking face and ass fucking hand. I wanted to fill her mouth, but her thumb jammed into the base of my balls held me back, for the moment.

The woman gave my cock a break so she could get her fingers in her mouth. She sucked them seductively, savoring the taste. The fingers went back and coated my butt-hole with warm, slippery mouth juice. Her teeth held my dense cock knob while a fingertip reopened my puckered ring. I held my breath, awaiting her next move. One finger slipped in as my cock slammed the back of her throat. Chris sucked and finger-fucked me in rhythm. Whatever she was doing deep in my butt-hole brought on an intense, pressurized need to cum.

Again, my knees almost buckled when she added a second finger and thrust deep and hard. My balls were ready. They pulled tight. Chris grabbed my shaft and squeezed it hard; then she shoved what felt like four fingers as far up my ass as they would go. My tiny hole stretched wide around her hand and my sperm coursed through my dick tube. The first blast went straight into Mrs. Davis's eye. The second hit her cheek, and the third was on target, covering her pink tongue with a white streamer. She sealed her lips on my cock and sucked it like a straw in a McDonald's shake. My balls heaved, and my violated ass ring jerked, squeezing and releasing her fingers.

When my pipe was cleaned out, Chris wiped her face with the fingers she'd removed from my asshole and licked the cum from them. What a nasty lady, I thought. What a wonderfully nasty woman. I sat on the end of the chair with a big smile on my face.

Chapter 7

Mrs. Davis's expression turned serious. She said, "You can never tell anyone about this. Nobody! Even if it happens again and someone else is there, this still never happened! Got it?"

"OK, it never happened, I promise."

She smiled and said, "Joe, it's very important that you keep that promise if you want this to happen again. I know I do. You have a nice cock. It's not average size either, so be careful when you get ready to shove it in someone."

I wondered if Mrs. Davis knew something? Could she know I was planning on spreading her daughter's legs and taking her virginity?

The day after I did my neighborly duties and protected Mrs. Davis from the sun, someone knocked on my front door. It was a long shot, but my hopes rose while I hurried to see who it was. When I opened the door, it wasn't Mrs. Davis; it was her daughter, Susan. She said, "I'm back," and pranced like she had to pee. "Joe, you're not going to believe what happened while we were at my aunt's house."

You're not going to believe what happened here, either, I thought. Too bad I can't tell you. I motioned for silence, indicating that my mother was in the next room. Susan's expression showed her disappointment. I knew how she felt, except hers would be relieved once we got outside. I wasn't ever gonna get to tell her my story. Chris had made it very clear, no matter what, our moment in the sun, had to be between me and her, only.

At her regular volume, Susan said, "I need to go unpack and talk to my mom." Then she whispered, "When they leave, meet me in my backyard."

My dick had gotten hard. I wondered if it was in anticipation of hearing about what happened or seeing Susan? I suspected the latter because I had wanted to kiss her the second I saw her. Even though I had fucked her sister in every hole, and had incredible sex with her mother, the time I spent in the attic with Susan, was special to me. Maybe it was the intimacy of it or the long conversation we had, or perhaps it was the thought of that beautiful hole my finger had penetrated, but not my cock. No dick had ever been in there. Well, not before her trip. What if that was her big news?

Susan smiled shyly, squeezed my arm, and turned to go. I watched her bounce down the three steps and walk toward her house. She still had those thin legs, but at the top of her thighs was that bulging butt. It seemed older, or maybe it got bigger? It flared out like an ass that belonged to an older girl. It was probably my imagination because her ass couldn't have matured much in a week, but Mrs. Davis's youngest daughter had a sexy ass.

I waited in the living room, looking out the front window, hoping my mother wouldn't get suspicious. My imagination went wild. There were so many things that might have happened with Susan, Jasmine, and Mr. Davis while they were away. Did Susan finally have proof that her father used that massive tool in Jasmine's pussy? Susan and Jasmine could have given him a blowjob like I had seen Susan and her mom do.

"Since when do you and Susan have a thing together?"

It took a second before I realized my mother said something and longer to comprehend it. Shoot, did she notice the hard-on I had when I closed the door. "Mom, what makes you say that? We don't have a thing, whatever that means."

"Well, I have never seen you talk to her before, and now she's calling on you at the front door. Seemed curious, that's all."

I wanted to say, I swear, I didn't finger her in the attic, but instead, I spent ten minutes minimizing and explaining how Susan and I were just friends. I also told her I was interested in Susan's sister, Jasmine. Mother gave me a stern warning that I shouldn't use Susan, or mislead her, to get to her sister. I received the advice wholeheartedly, nodding my head while the Davis' car backed out of their driveway. Excitement flooded my balls. I told my mother I'd be outside, which was the truth, but I didn't mention that I'd be next door where I had fucked two of my neighbors.

Susan was by the pool when I entered the backyard. She was wearing the same shorts and T-shirt I'd seen at my house. I was a bit disappointed that she wasn't naked, but also glad. If anything happened, I wanted to undress her or at least watch the clothing fall from her body like that day in the attic. She motioned for me to lock the gate. When I did, my penis seemed to smile. The gate had been locked when I shot my sperm into Mrs. Davis's glorious hole.

As I walked by the chair we had done it on, I asked Susan, “How old is your mother?”

Susan gave me a curious look and said, "She's thirty-one Why?"

"No reason. I was just curious."

Susan sat on a towel next to the pool with her legs crossed like an Indian, just like that first day in my room. Trying not to be obvious, I looked at her crotch, hoping for a peek into the leg opening. It probably became obvious once I was staring at the soft, pale skin. It was so close to her pussy lip that the slightest shift of the material would let me see her slit. I soaked in the view then focused my attention on Susan's face. We made eye contact, and I felt a strange connection to her. Susan seemed to be staring deep into my soul.

"Tell me, what am I not going to believe?" I asked.

"Where should I start?” Susan said with a deep sigh. “There are two things, and you have to promise, really promise, you will never tell anyone, not even Jasmine. She knows, but she can't know that you know. Do you promise?"

How many secrets am I supposed to keep? I glanced down at Susan's crotch, again, but this time her pussy was visible. The puffy mounds of flesh were slightly parted. My mouth watered.

"Well, do you promise?" she said.

I mentally shook off the image of Susan's slick, pink slit and stared at her face. "Of course, I promise. Now tell me, I can't wait."

"Okay, you better not tell anyone, I'm very serious."

Susan had already told me about her parent's lifestyle, and she knew I had seen what happened to her in the backyard, so this had to be huge, I thought. Or Susan was acting her age and making a big deal out of nothing. “I'll never tell, I swear.”

"Alright, you know my aunt lives on a lake, in a very remote part of Pennsylvania, right?”

I nodded.

“It's a summer vacation spot. People don't live there during the winter, but it's great during the summer. She has a huge yard and boat. It's fun, you know. So, me and Jasmine left her house to go down to the recreation center where the beach is. We were gonna walk, but we changed our mind. We wanted to take the boat, so we went back to tell my aunt and dad. We had only been gone five minutes, but we didn't see them where they had been, so Jasmine went inside. After a few seconds, she was motioning for me to be quiet and follow her."

When Susan paused for air I said, “And.”

"Jasmine put her finger to my lips to make sure I didn't say anything. She pulled me by the arm. I followed her toward the back where the bedrooms are. As soon as we got to the hallway, I heard my aunt's voice, but not her normal voice, the one I'm used to. And, she was talking dirty."

The images that flooded my mind put a tent in my shorts. I shifted, trying to allow my cock to rise so it wasn't poking straight out. Susan's crotch was still exposed, and I was pretty sure there was moisture I hadn't seen before. She watched me adjust my dick and gave me a smirk that made me think I might get to fill her tender body. What if her father had already done that? Was that where this story was going? No, there was no way I wanted to imagine Mr. Davis's arm-sized dick inside Susan. I canceled out the thought by remembering how tight she had been on my finger. He wouldn't fit. “Keep going,” I said.

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