There was a slight pain. She gasped, 'Oh, Don… p-please don't h-hurt me…'
'Don't worry, Char… I'll stretch it good before I put my cock in it!'
Again, a twinge of pain caused her to jerk her hips down and away, squirming them down into the softness of the mattress.
'I've got two fingers in you, now!' he reported excitedly.
The slight pain was rapidly replaced by intense sensations of pleasure as he finger-fucked his sister in and out, around and around for a few moments; then, a more severe pain seared through her. She moaned, 'Oh, God… that hurts!'
'Just a little more!' Donnie assured her. 'Now I've got three fingers in you!'
Flashingly, the scene passed before her eyes, again. She saw the strange man on her mother's bed using her mouth for a lewd, cunt-like receptacle, his short, thick penis sawing in and out… but, below, as her mother had reached her climax, she had reached down to shove three of her fingers into the depths of her own vagina, stabbing them in and out with reckless abandon to achieve her orgasm. And, her brother had just told her that he, at this very moment, had entered three of his fingers into her own seething cunt.
Oh, God! Three fingers…! He's got three of his fingers in me! It's not possible…! but, that's just the same as Mom was doing!
Now, there was another, sharper twinge of pain, but somehow, it didn't bother her as much as had the others. Was it possible, she wondered, for a person to get used to having pain, even to learn to enjoy the sensations of pain? She remembered, dimly, that there were people like that. Dear God! Could she become one of those people? The thought fled from her, but the idea had been planted. Could it ever germinate and grow in the fertile soil of her sexual inexperience?
'How's that, Char?' her brother breathed heavily above her. 'I've got four fingers in now! That ought to stretch you, enough! Christ! I've never seen a tighter or a cuter little cunt than yours!'
'Don… Oh, Don… it's starting to feel so g-good!' she mewled. 'I–I don't want you to stop!'
Then, she found that she was reacting with vigor to counter the manual manipulation of her now widestretched vagina, her hips moving, uncontrollably, in wild gyrations under her, moving, it seemed, of their own volition in an instinctive dance of sex around the probing fingers. Then, she knew: this was but a preview of what was to come when her brother would finally put his huge penis in her… and… and actually fuck her.
She was appalled. She had actually thought it! Oh, God! I said it to myself… but I don't believe it! How could I do it? I've never even considered using a word like that…! But, oh, God… it feels so good! I've got to have it! I've got to have… his c-cock in m-me… Fucking me!
A wave of disappointment washed through her, when a moment or two later, she felt him remove his hand from her hungrily squirming pussy, and she had the feeling that she was empty, unfulfilled. She raised her head to look down between her mounding breasts to see her loving brother leaning forward, his face coming down between her open thighs, and she understood, instantly, his intentions. He was going to suck and lick her cunt some more! God! She was becoming depraved. Three times now she had thought those words: fuck! Cock! Cunt! Oh, God! What's happening to me? I'm… I'm being coarse… and immoral… thinking thoughts I've never thought before!
Between his sister's legs, Don placed his hands, strategically, against the soft, warmly smooth flesh of her inner thighs and gazed down, hungrily, at the narrow, pink oval, fringed so delicately with the soft, auburn hair, where droplets of dew shown, glisteningly moistening the gently pulsating petals of the inner lips. He was pleased to see that he had stretched her without drawing blood. Using his thumbs, then, he slowly parted the outer, fleshy lips to reveal the coralline vestibule of her cuntal passage, and he saw that the soft pink flanges of her hymen were cleared from the opening. There seemed to be only a mild irritation from which she would recover, almost immediately. He was secretly pleased with himself and his thoughtful technique. Idly, he wondered whether or not he would have been so considerate of another girl, not his sister. Hell! I'd have just shoved it in… I think… but Char? Christ! I had to do it right for her!
He drew her cunt lips a little farther apart, laying the moist, fuzz-lined flesh wide open to his lustful eyes. Smiling up between her thighs lewdly, Don told his sister, 'Damn, Sis… you've got the sweetest, tightest little pussy I've ever seen!'
Charity gazed back at him through passion-glazed eyes. She supposed that he expected her to say something in return to what he meant as a compliment, but she couldn't think of a single thing. Words failed her; instead, a deepthroated moan came from her, 'Ooooooh! Don! Don! Donnie…!' At the same time, she felt herself lift her pelvis up to him, offering her cunt to him… to do with as he would, and it was involuntary… uncontrolled… instinctive. She was a woman on the brink of orgasm, a woman who needed to be filled and fulfilled… to be frictioned and stroked by a cock until she exploded into climax.
She felt the hot wisps of his breath graze her secret and sensitive flesh. She moaned aloud, still looking down the valley between her breasts and across the flat plain of her belly to the softly curling mound of her sparse young pubic hair where she saw her brother drop his head, his face almost disappearing into the split of her legs, nuzzling in against the sensate flesh, and she felt the full length of his long, agile tongue slide wetly up into her quivering, more-than-ready vagina. He grunted, the sound animalistic as it emitted from his throat. Her body responded, automatically, convulsively, at the wet, electric sensation, her body lurching up to him, then grinding back and down into the softness of the mattress to escape the intense, galvanic thrill that seemed, momentarily more than her overloaded nerves could bear; however, in the next instant, her hips flexed to raise her voraciously moist cunt to him, once again. Unbidden, her throat gave voice to her utter commitment, her complete and total physical and mental surrender to the lewd rapture that encompassed her and held her captive. There was no reprieve, no pardon… no solution except delicious delivery through orgasm. Her stomach churned with her agitation, and she wailed, now, in her entrapment, as her brother's tongue slithered in and out of her defenseless, naked pussy with wild, animal-like fury. She was deep in the throes of sex, her sensations heightened, intensified and amplified by the narcotic affecting her brain. The pot she had smoked had released all of her inhibitions. All the barriers were down. She was nothing but a feeling animal, an animal in rut that had to be fucked… and fucked good!
Blindly, her hands groped to find her brother's head. Finding it, she entangled her fingers in his long hair and pulled his face gently, yet firmly, in close, closer, to her wildly undulating vagina.
Groaning helplessly, her head began to flail from side to side. Oh, God! It was happening! All of it was happening to her. She knew it was true; she could feel everything down there, in her cunt, so clearly, as his tongue continued to race in and out with maddeningly sensual and rhythmic regularity. In ecstatic rapture, she moaned, 'Ooooooh… My God! My Godddddd! Oooooooh, Don! Donnnnnnniiieee!'
CHAPTER SIX
Dottie Scott was in a blue funk! After the stranger had left the house, and she had found her connecting bathroom door slightly ajar, the fear overcoming her that her own young daughter had possibly seen and heard what had happened on the bed, she came apart at the seams, emotionally.
She still had her husband's German made pistol in her hand. Looking at it, dumbly, she wondered whether or not she would have had the courage to pull the trigger and shoot the stocky salesman who had imposed himself so lewdly upon her… perpetrating that obscene act, using her mouth as he did. Ugh! She was revulsed, again, by the mere thought of how basely she had been used. True. She had sucked a man's penis before… but this?! It was too much even for her own worldly attitude. Christ! There are limits!
Placing the gun on the dresser, perhaps thinking that she would need it, if that character showed up, again, she stumbled to her bed, threw herself face-down upon it and let her pent-up emotions go. She needed to have a good cry… after all she had been through, and woman-like, her scalding tears helped to cleanse the psychic wounds. Physically, she had not been hurt, in any way, except that her jaw seemed to be a little tired and sore.
For several minutes, her shame and humiliation was allowed to run its gamut in her. Afterward, she began to feel better and decided to take a bath. She needed to feel clean, all over.
After her long, soaking bath, she stood before the mirror toweling herself off. Catching her reflection, there, she experienced a nauseous feeling of revulsion for her own beautiful body. God! It was that very beauty that had been her downfall, her burden… almost, it seemed, her own destruction, but she could not crawl out of this skin, of
