to him like a leech, never letting go no matter what the cost. She would wear out any other man, totally drain him.
Mannetto couldn't allow himself to be drained. He made his living with his cock. He needed it for more than a few more years, yet. He had not begun to accumulate the wealth he would need when his cock was no longer in demand.
He sucked strongly, drinking her cunt-syrup as it flowed down his throat, licking her labes and cunt with maddening pressure, and still it wasn't good enough. She wanted more and more and more.
She was coming again. He could tell by the way her cunt-lips closed around his face and the jets of juice came shooting out, completely swamping his entire face. Splashes of hot, sticky, sweet-tasting pussy juice inundated his face again and again, and still she rubbed her seething box against his rough tongue, hoping and praying for something he now knew was beyond his ability to impart.
He flung her down on the floor again, hearing her whimpers as her fingers pressed into her crotch in an attempt to make herself come the way she so badly wanted. She writhed on the floor, and though he knew it was probably hopeless, Mannetto decided to give her one more try.
He sprawled out over her and drove his hot, hard cock into her smoking fuck-hole. Her inner labes parted, and tight as the passage was, his thick cock slid all the way home again. Wham! It was completely buried in the fuming depths of her cunt. She rolled about on the floor, encouraging him to move his own ass, rubbing her tight, squishy sheath around the shaft of his all-but-raw cock. He gripped her thighs with clutching fingers and let his aroused, lubricated tool come sliding out until her inner labes caressed the flanged corona. And then he drove right back in, repeating the maneuver again and again, slowly this time, and building to the summit very, very slowly.
This time, the friction was so great and the sucking so strong there was no way he would be able to piston his cock as rapidly through her weeping pussy as he'd done earlier. He tried speeding up his movement a little and found it impossible.
Bernadette gasped, amazed he could stay with her this long and not collapse. It felt as if he were fucking into a solid mass of jelly the way her cunt walls seemed to surround every last bit of his dick.
Grabbing his head, Bernadette brought his mouth down to her tits. She let his lips and his tongue artfully suck her nipples, first the left one then the right one as her body bucked and heaved even more strongly. Physically she was receiving all any man could offer. He could tell she was getting more than a little something from the way his prick pushed into her cunt over and over. She had enjoyed two multiple orgasms. Why, then, was she unsatisfied?
Bernadette felt spit dribbling out the corners of her mouth. It was no use. It was no use. She was doomed to an incestuous existence. It was the penalty she had to pay for having seduced her father. Had she been content with someone outside the family, she might have been able to attain those fantastic feelings without needing a father or brother.
He was coming. She could tell. He was firing into her cunt, though this time the spurts mere considerably weaker than the previous time. She had really drained him.
When he was finished, he withdrew without bringing her to any kind of satisfaction, but Bernadette didn't care. Another experiment had ended in failure.
They dressed, and tired as Mannetto was, he drove her to within one block of her home. She didn't want him knowing where she really lived. She waited until he pulled away before walking home.
It was three in the morning when she finally got to bed.
CHAPTER SIX
With only four hours of sleep, Bernadette had a horrible day in school. She could barely stay awake through her classes, and her mind continued returning to her anxious, unfulfilled need for a total orgasm.
Alvin wasn't home that afternoon, when school was over. Apparently he had finally gotten himself some kind of job to fit his mental capacity, like delivery boy. There was no family cock to alleviate the tension inside her. She was going crazy.
She did all the washing, cooked supper, did some ironing, and finally sat down before the TV set around three-thirty in the hope of drifting off to sleep. When the front door opened, she hoped it would be Alvin or Ron, but it wasn't any of her brothers. It was Gail. And for a change she was alone.
'Hi,' her younger sister said, coming into the room. 'Whatcha watchin'?'
'I don't know,' Bernadette replied. 'I don't care.'
'Hey, Bernie, what's bugging you?' she asked, walking over to her sister and shaking her body a bit so her boobs, unharnessed under the sweatshirt she was wearing, would rub against the material.
'I got almost no sleep last night,' Bernadette muttered. 'I'm tired, but I can't fall asleep.'
'Maybe you need little sister's special treatment, huh?'
'What are you talking about, Gail?'
'You turn off that idiot box and come on upstairs to my bedroom, okay?'
Bernadette shrugged, turned off the TV set, and followed her sister upstairs. Gail's bedroom was larger than hers. It had been Dave's before he'd taken over the master bedroom.
'You need a good, gentle massage,' Gail told her. 'Why not lie down on the bed and let me give it to you?'
'Sure,' Bernadette agreed, preparing to stretch out on Gail's bed.
'Not like that,' Gail told her. 'You gotta get undressed, first.'
'What are you talking about?' Bernadette asked.
'Sure,' Gail replied. 'When did you ever hear of anyone getting a massage fully clothed?'
'You sound like you've made a study of the subject,' Bernadette said.
'I have,' Gail told her. 'In a few more years I'm going to the big city and get a job in a massage parlor.'
'That sounds terrible, Gail. You know what goes on there.'
'Sure. And to think they get paid for it, too. Here, I'm always giving it away. Oh, I get some kinda satisfaction, sure. But it really isn't everything it's cracked up to be. Hell! If I'm gonna go on screwing, I wanna get paid for it.'
You, too, Bernadette thought, getting undressed. You don't get anything from outside men.
As she undressed, Gail also stripped down, but Bernadette was so tired, she never noticed. She simply lay down on Gail's bed and closed her eyes, wishing she could get more sleep before the rest of the family came home.
Gail's fingers pressed into her shoulders, then slowly began massaging her back, starting at the spine and working out. All the tension in her began easing as her sister's hands unknotted her muscles.
'Funny,' Gail was saying as she continued working on Bernadette's back, 'here I am talking to you about sex problems and you're probably still a virgin. Christ, Bernie, when are you gonna start using that cunt of yours?'
'Why?' Bernadette murmured. 'Are you getting any particular satisfaction out of using yours?'
'Well, hell, it's better than nothing. And I get the funny feeling it could be even better. Somewhere down deep inside me there's a certain something waiting to come out. I feel like I'm ready to explode at times, but it just doesn't come.'
'Maybe you just haven't found Mr. Right,' Bernadette told her.
'A cock's a cock,' Gail told her. 'They're all the same. Oh, I like it when they play with my tits and kiss my pussy, but once that prick goes in, something seems to disappear.'
'So have them make you come with their tongues.'
'Hey,' Gail muttered, slapping her sister's rump. 'You know something about sex, after all.'
'Sure do,' Bernadette nodded.
'Turn over and let me work on your front,' Gail suggested.
Bernadette rolled over with her eyes shut and felt Gail's fingers rub her shoulders again. Then one of her sister's hands began massaging her belly and the other hand began rubbing and kneading her tits, tweaking the nipples. Too tired to protest, Bernadette simply lay there and let her sister's fingers tease her nipples into full erectness.
She didn't know when she first felt the girl's fingers trickle into her pink gash, but suddenly she felt her cunt
