cream boiled out and Robby thrust himself deep again. He fucked in a panic. The sucking noise of their parts sliding together was an exotic song to Mona. She groaned loudly as she felt a tickle break from the enter of her being. The tickle became an insatiable itch of pleasure. And then she came with a sob, clutching, biting, kicking.
'Ohhh come… come inside me… come all over me!' And her words excited her to more violent movements. Even though her climax was till burning wonderful rays of pleasure into her body, Mona jerked her clasping pussy away from her brother's prick and grabbed it with her juice-covered fingers. She writhed her body down so that her big breasts flopped on each side of the slender shaft. Then she pumped it between them, licked at it with her tongue and jacked it with both hands. Another fountain of hot seed leaped upwards and she managed to get most of it into her mouth.
'Mona… for Christ sake… God, God!' Robby pumped his hips wildly, the heat of her cunt gone from around him. But she was going to take it good. She popped her pursed lips down over the taut-skinned barb, before she even had time to think. Her tongue suckled powerfully against the underside, nursing strings of jizz into her throat.
Robby felt what was happening and forced his body into the right position. His cock bumped her teeth, gouged the roof of her mouth as it exploded with hot cum.
Mona had the shaft firmly in her grasp now. She clutched it like a lollipop and lapped at the dark purple knob that kept pouring out its potent froth.
'Mona… got… to… fuck… you… some… more,' Robby gasped. He jerked himself free from her hands and pushed her legs up high. Then he forced her knees against her breasts and flopped the slimy head of his cock into her crevice. She was so covered with her slick juices, so smeared with her brother's cum, that he went in easily to the hilt.
The sudden feeling of being filled again made her buck her ass. Another itch built quickly in the depths of her body. Her delicate petals were nicked around the spearing cockshaft as it searched in her heat.
'Ghhhhuuuuuuuu!' She came with a raging convulsion of pleasure she'd never, ever been fucked so good! She scissored her legs around her brother and wished she could take all of him up into her. She closed her eyes tight, panting, babbling love words. The sorrows and tension of the past few weeks had gone. And as they left her she felt a huge drowsiness, a complete relaxation. Though Robby was still fucking her with slow, gentle stabs, she slipped away. Her consciousness threaded out to nothing and she slept.
CHAPTER SIX
'I musta woke Mom up,' Sheri said, putting the phone back on the hook. She opened the glass doors and stepped from the booth. The man who called himself Roger stood leaning against the fender of his car. He smiled at her, ground his cigarette out with a twist of his foot.
'Well?' he asked cheerfully.
'Yeah, she said you were a friend of my dad's right.' Sheri tossed her school books into the seat of the Lincoln and studied the man again. He had on faded denims and a cowboy shirt. His hair was blond and curly. It was a strange feeling, looking at him. She'd always imagined her father's hair as being blond, too. She wished she knew her father's name. But Mona had always kept that secret well. 'Mona says I can go with you if I want. Are you really going to buy me a new dress?'
'Sure. Your old man was a good friend of mine. Real good friend.' Roger looked at his hands, then at Sheri. 'I promised him that if I ever got way, I'd show you a good time.'
'Where is my father?' she asked, narrowing her eyes.
'I had to promise your mother I wouldn't talk about any of that.'
Sheri sighed. 'Yeah. She hates him. She won't tell me anything about him at all.'
'Well, come on. Let's go get that dress.' Roger opened the door for her.
Sheri ended up with three dresses, a new pair of hip huggers and a top. Roger had driven to the most expensive boutique in town. She was sure he'd dropped over three hundred dollars. When they were back inside his Lincoln she threw her arms round his neck and kissed him.
'I wish I could thank my daddy, too,' she breathed.
'Maybe you have, honey, maybe you have.'
Roger drove her to a fancy restaurant and they went inside. Even though he wore jeans, the waiter smelled money. He took them to a dark, corner table. Sheri let Roger order her a mixed drink. In a classy place like this, nobody checked I.D.'s.
She kept finding herself staring at the good-looking man. He looked about the same age as Mona. He was awful sexy. And so darned nice. Alter a sip or two of alcohol she let down her reserve completely and slipped her little hand in his big one. She wanted to show him that she appreciated his attention. And too, she was curious about whether or not she could interest an older man. Getting Uncle Robby to like her had been one step. But Roger was obviously experienced, mature. Did he think of her as a child? Or had he considered her as a female? She was trying so hard to act sophisticated.
'I'm not hungry,' she said when the waiter came to take their order. 'I'm too excited.'
'I'll just fuel us up some more then,' Roger said, ordering two more drinks. She snuggled against his side. The alcohol was giving her courage. She leaned her head against his shoulder. She had his hand in both of hers and though she didn't plan on it, his palm somehow ended up against her thigh. The short dress she had on had slipped up enough so that she could feel his touch on her bare skin. It set off wonderful tickles between the lips of her pussy.
'Your dad said you were something special,' Roger drawled.
'But he hasn't seen me since I was a baby.'
'Well, you must've been a special baby then.' He tried to take his hand away from her thigh, but Sheri pulled it back again. He gave her a funny look, took a swallow of his drink.
'I don't mind if you touch me,' she said, proud of her experience with Robby.
'I don't think your daddy would approve,' Roger said. He had a funny look on his face.
'Oh. Yeah.' Roger managed to slip his hand from her clutching fingers. She felt disappointed. He didn't think she had anything going for her when it came to being a woman. She bit her lip, determined to make him notice her femininity.
'Let's go for a ride!'
'I think I oughta be getting you home to your mother.'
'I don't want to go home, I want to go for a ride.' She pressed her slender body against Roger. Though it was pretty daring, she slipped a hand against his belly and hugged.
'You're a little high, I think.'
'I'm used to being high.' She giggled, wishing she could tell him about the grass she smoked. But Roger was probably too old-fashioned to understand. She let her hand fall against his thigh. 'Take me for a ride.'
They drove out into the country. It was still hours from sunset and the shadows sped across the long hood of the Lincoln. Sheri cuddled against Roger's warm side. He hooked an arm around her for a little while but took it back again so he could turn off onto a dirt road which led to a lake she knew about.
As soon as he'd stopped the car he got out. Sheri had hoped he might kiss her first. She'd sure given him plenty of opportunities. He lit a cigarette and sat on one fender. Sheri kicked off her shoes and bounced around on the grassy beach.
'Let's go swimming,' she laughed.
'You go ahead.'
'You gotta go too. Come on…' She started unbuttoning his shirt. Roger threw his cigarette down and peeled off his jeans. Sheri draped her dress on a bush by the water's edge. It made her blush to do it, but she skinned her panties too and tossed them on a branch too. Roger looked like he was blushing.
'Come on in,' she giggled, splashing her feet, 'the water's fine.'
'Okay, okay.'
Roger waded in until his shorts were damp. Sheri laughed at him again but when she saw the shape of his
