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By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Blue Jenkins worked as a field hand on Hank Leone's farm in Northeast Louisiana. He was a slave. Now in his late-twenties, Blue had been purchased from the Jenkins Farm for a nominal sum two decades back and retained the Jenkins' family name. Blue was tall, muscular, possessed of a pleasing cinnamon complexion, a dazzling smile and a square jaw. He had a hairy breast; his head was shaved bald. In deference to his complexion, Blue's friends called him "Red".

Except for his golden mien, Blue looked a lot like Charlie Leone, the nineteen-year-old cock-of-the-walk on Nathan Leone's farm.

Unbeknownst to both, Blue was Charlie's older half brother, the product of a tryst between their father Meshach Leone and Dora Jenkins, a biracial slave, some years back. Meshach never really knew his eldest son. He never had any hand in raising him, though the boy grew up five farms away. He'd seen Blue once or twice over the years. Those occasions meant little. Blue wouldn't know Meshach from a rock in the sea.

Nevertheless, Blue did inherit something of value from his father, a monster cock. This, along with his gallant good looks and his badboy smile, made the cinnamon-hued young man a much-desired commodity. Blue's haul of pubic scalps was double that of his younger half-brother. More, his harem stretched across several farms in the area and included a number of middle-aged white church matrons.

Janice Leone, Hank Leone's crimson haired eldest daughter, recently turned eighteen, noticed Blue working around their farm before but paid him scant attention.

"He is a blackie, after all."

She'd even seen him naked once as he was washing up after a workday. His cock was huge, his bulging musculature equally as impressive. Jannie had been chatting with a gaggle of black girls who chirped and giggled at the vision of Blue's nakedness. Blue noticed the girls ogling him and turned so that they all could get a full on glance at his lumbering member. He wasn't ashamed of it. He reckoned most of these girls were going to see it up close one day, anyway.

Janice recalled that hot afternoon. She remembered being amused by the reaction of the black girls to Blue's nakedness. They were falling all over themselves! For a blackie! Who would have thought it?

In light of recent events, however, Blue seemed to be the answer to her prayers. Since her recent visit to Uncle Nathan's farm (where she had her first encounter with a black man's dick), Jannie had become afflicted with the "blackie taint", that wild, seething, unseemly lust white women get for the lumbering penises of unwashed Negro slaves. She was tired of walking around with this unquenched burn in her crotch. Masturbation didn't cool the fires. Neither did her brother Jake's tempestuous but quick late night excursions. And now here, this good-looking, bald-headed blackie was walking around all day with an un-fucked elephant trunk percolating in his pantaloons?

"Good-looking"? Did she actually just say that about a blackie?

It was undeniable. Blue was a looker. Too, she'd referred to him as "un-fucked". This was true in one respect. Whilst Blue had fucked just about all the women on that farm, he hadn't fucked Janice.

"Well, that's about to change." Jannie noted with grim determination.

Her logic was unassailable. One, she already had the blackie taint, so one more blackie dick couldn't hurt. Two, her Auntie Beth claimed to have the cure, so whatever additional taint she acquired from Blue would be nullified after her auntie came through with the goods. Three, she was horny as shit 24x7. And four, walking around with a goddam wooden ball up her puss just wasn't making it.

Jannie cornered Blue in the root cellar late one afternoon after having given him orders to retrieve some ice potatoes. Prior to that, she'd hidden the ice potatoes so that Blue might spend an inordinate amount of time in the root cellar looking for them, just long enough for onlookers to forget he was in there. Twenty minutes later she followed him in.

Blue noted her silhouette in the doorframe.

"I cain't find 'em, Miss Janice. I've looked everywhere," he offered, in that mewling tone that slaves disingenuously used with whites of the day.

Jannie closed and locked the cellar door behind her. She boldly shed her dress to stand naked before him. Her crimson triangle glowed eerily in the gloom contrasted against her alabaster skin. Her breasts pouted jauntily; her pink nipples were already erect. She exuded the ethereal scent of a woman who has taken a fully naked bath in the pussy of another fully naked woman.

Blue wasn't any newcomer to The Game. Women cornered him alone more than just occasionally. He was neither surprised nor perplexed by Jannie's actions. She knew them damn ice potatoes weren't in there when she'd sent him in. Blue dropped the slave mewl tone.

"She just tryna be slick."

He turned to face her, saying nothing. His level gaze bespoke his true masculinity.

"Well?" she said aloud.

Confidently, Blue unbuckled his trousers and dropped them. His lengthy penis did, in fact, resemble an elephant's trunk. It rolled outward from his pelvis like an archer's bow and arced forward in a curved line such that his cockhead curled under perfectly to laze between his thighs, just inches above his knees.

Blue crossed his arms. His penis swung back and forth like a clock pendulum. The burly black man made no move to approach her.

Jannie curled her small fist into a standard male masturbatory pose and jerked it back and forth in front of her fire apple pussy. Her tits wobbled. She was ordering him to initiate his own erection. With a knowing smirk, Blue willingly complied. In seconds, his dick rose up from its flaccidity to become a steely, uncircumcised golden beast, raging for succor.

Jannie was amazed.

"Now that's a dick," she mused.

Indeed, the cock preening before her exceeded any she'd encountered previously. She couldn't grip it with one hand. She doubted that she could grip it entirely with two.

Jannie moved forward as if in a trance, fixated on Blue's transcendently spiring dick. It seemed to suck all the oxygen from the room. She could feel pulsing pressure waves from it, seething hot, throbbing with virility. She could smell its manly, musky scent in her bones.

A tremor escaped her pussy and melted away into fuck vapor.

When she'd halved the distance between them, Janice suddenly rushed forward, pushed him back and slammed him against the wall. She gave a little hop, felt his thickness probing past her feathery pubic jungle, felt it slide up into her fragrant wetness without bothering to take aim. She twirled herself easily around his girth, surprising them both. Blue usually had to work to get it in. So tense was she that, as he tapped her cervix, Jannie climaxed. She gave an agonized silent howl than might have awakened the dead, if she'd seen fit to give voice to her sexual derangement. Such voiceless orgasms were the common currency of interracial sexual liaisons in the South.

She didn't linger about enjoying this early detonation, either. She reckoned it to be the first of many. Jannie began to fuck Blue with the frenzy of the damned. She planned to use his mammoth golden cock to punish the blackie taint that had tormented her so. Huge power shots and quick, flittering trills dominated her assault. She draped her arms about his neck and humped him fiendishly, standing on her tiptoes, grinding her vagina as far down his shaft as she could wetten. She grabbed his head and kissed him square on the mouth, then she latched onto his neck and sucked first one purple hickey then another, all the while quivering her pussy up and down the length of his huge, elephantine penis.

Jannie came again. And then yet again. If Blue's rigid penis hadn't supported her body weight, Janice would have collapsed to the ground in a heap. She was impaled. Her massive clit danced along his sticky, pussy-wettened shaft, sending spiraling jets of electricity coursing throughout her frame.

After her fourth orgasm, Jannie pushed Blue to his knees and fucked his face thru two more climactic cycles. She scrubbed her massive crimson bush about his lips, nostrils and cheeks. Her labia surged and suckled. These kissed the black man fervently, marking Blue's face with Jannie's turgid vaginal aroma.

Still unsated, Janice bent and offered her rounded ass up to him. Blue was amazed to see her fire-apple red pubic curls blazing past her sphincter and up the crack of her ass, each lock sloppy wet with her pussy juice. Undeterred by this great, sticky Jheri curl of pubic fur, he fucked Jannie's asshole dry, agonizing over its heated friction. When he finally erupted his cooling jism caused her bowels to sizzle with the crackle of cold water splashed into a white-hot frying pan. Jannie slumped forward and flopped to the ground, exhausted. Every ganglion in her body shrieked with vibrance.

With some effort, Blue pulled his cock from Jannie's ass. It stretched, thwacked back awkwardly and then wobbled crazily in the cool darkness of the root cellar. Semen dripped from his pee-hole. A silky wisp of steam condensed around his shaft and oozed away silently into the darkness. Riotous explosions of sexual odor assaulted their olfactories, weaving exotic panoramas in their brains.

Jannie's world spun about. The rushing winds of sexual completion assailed her tumultuously. Semen fizzled from her asshole like carbonated soda and dripped to the ground, coagulating into a large, bubbly puddle. Jannie was enshrouded in bliss.

Finally her breathing quieted. She flexed her pelvic muscles to see if the blackie taint intended another flare up.

It gave no indication.

Encouraged, Jannie rose discreetly and dressed. She peeked out the door and, seeing no one, scurried out.

Blue was long gone.

Her opening "Well?" had been the only word spoken between them.

For six days after her encounter with Blue, Jannie's sexual burn receded into irrelevance. She cheerfully went about her daily chores. She contributed to dinnertime conversations without any undue tight-lipped strain. She fucked her brother occasionally but with none of her earlier vehemence. She didn't have to hunt him down for dick. Her smooth wooden masturbation ball was a distant memory.

In short, she became Jannie again.

On the seventh day after the Blue tryst, Jannie began to wonder after her hibernating libido. Where was it? She'd fucked her brother Jake several times in the interim, true, but she hadn't cum during any single encounter. She enjoyed the feel of her brother's dick riding in and out of her pussy much as a child enjoys playing on a swing set. It was exhilarating. When he came and his hot jism bubbled up and oozed out of her pussy, there was no reciprocal explosion on her part. She only got a sloppy, sticky ass from the experience and a cold wet spot to sleep in. Jake got all the joy.

"What happened to my blackie taint?" she wondered.

Immediately thereafter she chastened herself.

"Good riddance!" she chortled.

Before her encounter with Isaac at Uncle Nathan's farm she'd had a normal sex drive. She fucked a lot. Sometimes she came. Sometimes she didn't.

After that encounter (and until her rendezvous with Blue) she came repeatedly, so often that it became a painful annoyance. The 'blackie taint' left her tangerine pussy in a constant state of arousal.

The tryst with Blue had been amazing. He was a bit older than she, handsome, well hung and discreet. He'd cooled the insatiable ardor that had plagued her for weeks.

Trouble was, he seemed to have put it out entirely. The Burn was gone. She hadn't had an explosive orgasm in a week. Was this the anti-blackie taint? She didn't want to cum all the time, but she did want to cum sometimes.

What's the point of fucking if you can't bust a nut?

She'd seen Blue a time or two since then, too. He'd been affable without being familiar. He acted as if nothing had occurred between them. He'd even fielded flirtatious solicitations from passing black women while Jannie was present, which caused Jannie to pink up in jealousy. How did these sassy black bitches know that Blue wasn't her kept blackie?

Of course, they couldn't know, and could never know. Jannie didn't then realize that a sense of possession, entitlement, is always one of the first consequences of engaging in sexual intercourse. That realization only comes with age and experience. She just knew that she felt disrespected by the incessant flirtations that were part and parcel of Blue's daily routine. His legendary cocksmanship drew the fillies like flies.

Janice approached Blue one afternoon and asked him to bring some ice potatoes up to the big house, and to take his time doing it. Janice knew he would catch her meaning.

When she stepped into the root cellar twenty minutes later, Blue was already naked. His penis was splendidly erect.

Jannie smiled.

"No, Blue. This ain't what I meant. Well, it ain't what I meant for right now. There's too many people around. They might hear us. Put your clothes back on."

Reluctantly Blue reached for his trousers.

"Wait a minute!" she said.

She skipped over to him and took his penis into her mouth. She hadn't blown him in their earlier encounter. She wanted to hold the taste of that special bond in her remembrance.

She wettened his dick with some difficulty. Jannie couldn't get much more than his pud into her mouth. It was as thick as her fist. She gaped wide to accommodate him, flickering her tongue out to tickle his urethral valley and the shroud of his foreskin. She tried to slip her tongue into his peehole.

Blue moved to grip her head with both hands. She stopped him.

"Not right now, Blue," she said. "I want you to come up to my room, in the big house, later tonight. Real late. OK? I'll leave the door open."

Blue was confused.

"In de big house?"

"Yes."

In that instant Jannie remembered something. Her brother Jake might have designs on her pussy tonight, too. Unlike their cousins Annie and Ben, Jake and Janice slept in separate rooms. Jake slept in the loft alone. He had to sneak downstairs to claim his nightly due, then sneak back upstairs before dawn. It wouldn't do for Blue to show up while Jake was being stupefied by Jannie's sexual siren.

"Wait," she said. "I'll put a rag on my doorknob. If you see the rag, it's OK to come in. If not, you need to hide in the front room closet until I come for you. OK? And don't make no noise."

She slobbed his dick again for good measure, then stood and scurried out.

Janice's earlier trepidations proved prescient. Jake did, in fact, sneak downstairs for his nightly due. As with their cousins, there was little planning or preamble to their sex, certainly no kissing or conversation. Jake simply crept into Jannie's room with a big boner. If she was already asleep, he tapped her cheek with his cock to awaken her. Jannie then either sucked him off or fucked him off. Or both.

This night she chose the former.

"Blue's dick is three times as thick as this," she speculated as Jake roiled his penis in her throat.

Jake came in her mouth, then melted into her bed, as per his habit. She lay quietly next to him awaiting his recovery. In twenty minutes he would awaken and have a go at her pussy, she knew. She had a cure for that. Jan needed to have a fresh puss for Blue to soil.

Twenty minutes later, Jake awakened abruptly to every young man's dream. His re-hardened cock was deep in his sister's throat. Her freckled face bobbed up and down on it luxuriantly. Evidently, she'd been blowing him for some time. Her saliva bubbled up frothily around his base. It dripped from her lips. Jake was well past plateau. Just as the cognition of time and space returned to the lad, a second orgasmic eruption wracked his body, this one decisive. Jake held the back of Jan's head tightly as he pumped blob after blob of semen into her throat. His hips churned spasmodically. His mouth opened wide in a silent scream of agony. He threw his head back into the cock-induced blindness afforded by a premium knobjob.

Before Jake could pass out, Jannie scooped him aloft and walked him out her door and over to the loft ladder. His penis still waggled and spurted. She couldn't carry him up, but she pushed him to climb with a series of strident whispers about the dangers of being caught asleep in her room on the morrow. They'd been down this path before. Jake climbed up mechanically without questioning her motives. Long, wispy contrails of semen drifted down the ladder in his wake.

When the trap door closed behind him, Jannie whisked over to the closet and found Blue, as she'd expected.

"Hurry!" she whispered.

Half dragged, Blue stumbled into her room.

"Did you, did you just do de nasty wit' yo' brother?" he asked incredulously.

"Don't be silly," she replied. "We were talking about something and he fell asleep. I knew you were coming so I woke him up and sent him off to bed."

Blue was not fooled so easily. The scent of semen wafted in the air. A man knows the scent of jism when he smells it, and especially knows when the scent is mixed with spittle and/or pussy froth.

Blue began removing his clothing.

"Wait, Blue. I asked you here because, because, well, I want to talk to you about something."

Blue ignored her. They were going to fuck. He wanted to be sufficiently naked when they did. Besides, they'd never talked before. Why talk now? He didn't even know this cracker bitch.

"Blue, last week when we done it, I, I wanted you to know. I, I don't usually do that," Janice opened.

Blue thought to himself: "Sho' you don't."

What came out of his mouth was: "Yes'm."

Jannie continued: "I, I was having some troubles. An', an' I took advantage of you. You ain't did nothin' wrong."

Blue thought to himself: "Right."

What came out of his mouth was: "Yes'm."

"I, I wanted to ask you something, OK?"

Blue thought to himself: "Bitch, get to de point."

What came out of his mouth was: "Yes'm?"

"Blue, is you never heard of 'the blackie taint'?"

Blue was genuinely surprised. This opening gambit was certainly unexpected.

"De blackie taint?" he asked.

"Yes. The blackie taint," she said.

"Ain't dat what happens to white womens when dey does de nasty wit' blackies?"

"Yes," she affirmed.

"Is d'ass what you gots, Miss Janice?"

"I, I don't rightly know. I, I think I had it. And then I done it wit' you. An' it went away. So I ain't sure what it is."

"It went away? But you want to do de nasty again? 'N get it back?"

"I, I, want to do 'de nasty'. With you. Tonight. Because, well, I, I, when I had the blackie taint I could, you know, umm, cum. An' I ain't been able to, cum, since you an' me did it."

"Why, Miss Jannie, dat ain't de blackie taint. De blackie taint is when you cain't do but have a blackie's dick up in you. Black girls get de blackie taint, too, sometimes, 'n it most drives 'em crazy. You just did it wit' Massuh Jake, so, "

"I told you I ain't did it with Jakie. Don't you dare think I did. I didn't."

"Yes'm."

He was properly chastened. Jannie be

Ben & Charlie get visitors at the Spring.

By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

A week later Charlie and Annie's brother Ben sat by the edge of this same pool. Both boys were naked save for their raggedy grey shorts. Both boys were muscular farm hands, heady with the physicality of youth. Ben was a shade taller than Charlie, but Charlie's shoulders were wider. Rugged forced labor had hardened the black boy and forced him into pre-mature manhood.

They were fishing. Already they'd accumulated an admirable string of specks, bream, and even a couple of smallmouth bass.

The boys lazed along in silence, barely noticing their fishing jiggers. Charlie rolled some tobacco and lit it. He took several drags, then passed the stogie to Ben, who repeated the process.

Suddenly Ben's pole jumped. He grabbed it quickly and snatched another fat speck from the water.

"Dat's a nice one," noted Charlie.

Ben grinned. "That's eight to your five. I told you I was hot today!"

Ben bent his hook out of the fish's jaws. He ran the connected string of prior captives through the new fish's gills and out its mouth. Then he tossed the string of gasping fish back into the water at their feet.

The boys sat in silence for a time. They knew each other well. They'd hunted and played together since early childhood. They'd shared any number of heaving pubic scalps. They'd also shared each other's deepest secrets.

But Charlie had one secret he hadn't shared with Ben. He didn't know how Ben would react to the knowledge that he had boned Annette, Ben's younger sister, although Ben was aware that Charlie had bedded several local white girls. Indeed, Ben had shared some of his own conquests with Charlie, and vice versa.

It was a hot Louisiana summer day, stiflingly hot. Ben leaned casually against a huge oak tree and held his fishing pole against his hip. Charlie sat closer to the pool, allowing his feet to dangle in the water. They had several cane poles propped up over various trees and rocks.

After some minutes of boredom, Ben casually unclasped his pants and pulled out his dick. He let it flop against his leg and regarded it casually. It was heavy and uncircumcised, protruding from a thick shock of red pubic hair.

Charlie watched him, suppressing a knowing smile.

The white boy began to stroke his member slowly. He wiped some salty sweat from his cheeks, using it for lubrication.

"Dang, it's hot today!" he observed, as his penis expanded and lengthened.

Charlie didn't respond. Instead, he unbuttoned his own pants and pulled out his own dick. He mimicked Ben's masturbatory moves. In short order both boys were spectacularly erect.

They masturbated slowly, almost as an afterthought. They still held fishing poles delicately in one hand while stroking themselves with the other. There was no embarrassment on either part. This was a regular ritual of their fishing dates. On some occasions a fish would hook itself during their masturbatory ablutions. The boys would simply pause to reel the captive in and then sit back down to continue stroking. Sometimes this ritual went on for hours.

Ben broke the silence.

"Annie tells me she did it to you the other day."

Charlie was shocked speechless.

"She said she tapped dat ass," Ben continued nonchalantly.

Charlie didn't respond, but he stopped stroking his penis. His erection began to flag.

"You better be careful. If daddy finds out, he'll have your hide."

Charlie was relieved.

"If you ain't tell him he won't find out."

Ben laughed. "If I tell him, you'll tell him that I've been tapping Annie's ass since I was twelve! He'll whip my ass, too!"

Both boys laughed. They both also knew that Ben's punishment would pale in comparison to Charlie's punishment. Ben's casualness cut the tension some. Charlie had been worried that Ben might not take the news well.

"Well, I was out here by myself 'n she jumped in butt nekkid. What wuz I 'posed to do?" Charlie explained.

"I don't blame you. That's some good pussy, ain't it?"

"An' it's deep, too!"

Both boys guffawed at this ancient sexual reference. Charlie's penis re-hardened. The boys began to stroke themselves with renewed vigor.

After a time, Charlie dropped his fishing pole, shifted his penis to his right hand and stood up. Ben followed suit. Both boys bent a little at the knees and pointed their erect dicks out over the water. They jacked off with enthusiasm now, in full competition mode. Charlie was on the brink.

"You ready?" he asked breathlessly.

"Almost, " replied Ben, "Hold on a second, "

Charlie slowed down to wait for Ben to catch up.

Suddenly, they heard a giggle coming from the bushes across the spring.

"Hey!"

More giggling and now some thrashing through the underbrush as the spies turned to race away.

Charlie and Ben launched themselves into the water while still fully erect. They left their trousers on the bank. In a flash they were pulling themselves up on the far bank, just in time to see the two spies racing for the wooded path. The boys took an angle along the stream while the spies struggled through the woods.

It was Annie and Tilly. (Tilly was Charlie's cousin)

The girls were barefoot, stumbling over rocks and fallen branches, laughing uncontrollably. When they saw that Ben and Charlie were going to cut them off, they stopped running but continued to laugh hysterically. Tilly mimicked the boys' masturbatory stance, jerking her left hand in the air like a piston. This move elicited another round of shrieking laughter from the girls. Annie fell on the ground and threw her legs in the air in delight. She pounded the ground with her fists.

"I told you they were out here pounding the pud!"

"You started laughing too soon. I wanted to see them shoot!"

Ben and Charlie were upon them now, still naked, picking their way thru the bushes.

"Who told y'all to come out here?" Ben demanded.

"Nobody told us nothing. We seen you when you snuck off!" retorted Tilly.

The boys were breathless from their pursuit. Their dicks were still thick but not fully erect.

"Look at those puny things!" laughed Tilly.

She mocked the male masturbation act again. Annie, who'd been sitting on the ground, rolled to her back again in laughter. Charlie could see she had no drawers on. Both girls wore long white cotton shifts and nothing else.

"Puny?" laughed Ben, faking outrage. "I'll show you puny!"

He charged after Tilly and caught her after a short chase. Charlie knew that Tilly wasn't trying too hard. Tilly was fast. She could smoke everybody on the farm in a footrace, present company included. She could have easily out-distanced Ben if she'd wanted.

Ben grabbed her and carried her like a sack of wheat across his waist. Tilly acted as if she was struggling to get away, but again Charlie noted that she wasn't struggling too hard. Tilly could fight, too, when it was necessary. Charlie reached down and snatched Annie up and slung her across his shoulder. She was too big to carry on his hip. Annie was still laughing. She didn't resist.

The boys carried Annie and Tilly back to the edge of the spring.

"You think it's funny to spy on people, huh? You think it's funny?"

Ben hoisted Tilly above his head and threw her into the spring. She popped up immediately. The cold water pasted her white shift against the contours of her body. Her full breasts and her pubic mound were outlined perfectly.

Now Charlie handed Annie to Ben. He took her ankles while Charlie took her wrists. They swung her back and forth.

"Ah-one and ah-two and here, we, go!"

They flung Annie out into the deep water. She popped up immediately and frog-kicked her way back to the bank.

Meanwhile, Tilly emerged from the water, drenched and dripping. She moved as if to assist Annie, but the boys grabbed her as soon as Annie hit the water. Ben snatched her feet, Charlie grabbed her wrists and they launched her in a high arc out into the spring. She did a somersault and landed face first.

Seeing this, Annie backpedaled. She wanted to continue to play, but not on these uneven terms. She backstroked to the other side of the spring. Tilly followed.

Ben and Charlie dove in after them, caught them on the other side, and proceeded to try to throw the girls in again. This time Tilly fought back with some energy. She also interfered when the boys sought to gang up on Annie. The struggle devolved into a wrestling match with Ben against Annie and Charlie struggling to contain Tilly.

Predictably, as they rolled in the soft grass at the edge of the pool, both boys regained their prior erections. Charlie realized it first. Holding Tilly from behind to keep her from escaping, Charlie suddenly reached down and ripped Tilly's shift over her head. Both of them stood naked on the sward. He held her shift above his head as she jumped and yelped for its return.

Seeing this, Ben tried to perform the same maneuver on Annie. She fought gamely to retain her garment. In the end, her shift ripped partially and Annie gave it up to keep it from ripping entirely.

Now the four of them stood naked on the bank.

"Gimme back my shift, Charlie," said Tilly.

Charlie grinned.

"Gimme some pussy and I'll give it back to you."

Both Ben and Annie laughed. Ben chimed in.

"Yeh, give us some pussy. You owe it to us for spying on us."

"I ain't giving y'all shit. 'N neither is Annie," sniffed Tilly.

"Then walk yo' ass back to de house butt nekkid!" laughed Charlie.

This response created another struggle as the girls renewed their efforts to regain their clothing. The boys played keep away, ducking and dodging the girls' retrieval efforts.

Tilly pulled Annie aside and whispered in her ear. Afterwards, the girls made one last halfhearted effort to get their clothes. Then they bolted over to the fishing poles and grabbed the boys' trousers.

"That's okay," said Annie. "We'll get home in these!"

Ben and Charlie saw that they'd been duped. They advanced on the girls. Tilly and Annie stood their ground. Both girls squatted over the pants.

"You come one step closer and I'm peeing on these pants," threatened Annie.

Both girls giggled. They had the upper hand.

Or so they thought.

The boys charged them. Before long all four teenagers were again swimming across the pool, garments in hand. They obtained the far shore and erupted again into another splash war and a water-wrestling match. Finally, the four of them emerged from the pool exhausted and tousled. They pushed each other to the ground and lay there, breathing heavily.

After some minutes, Ben hitched himself up with a smile.

"So. How about that pussy?"

Both girls were lying naked on the grass with their legs partially open.

"Seems to me like the two of you got better pussy in yo' palms than we got between our legs." observed Tilly dryly. Both girls broke up laughing.

"Yeh!" Annie interrupted. "If you let us watch you jack it up right here, right now, you can get some pussy. But you gotta get it hard in 20 seconds. Right, Tilly?"

"Right," said Tilly.

"You mean you'll give us some pussy right here, right now if we can get it up in 20 seconds?"

"Seventeen seconds, now," laughed Tilly.

Ben and Charlie began to stroke themselves furiously as the girls watched in fascination.

All too soon, Tilly yelled, "Times up!"

But before they could get up and run again the boys grabbed them. Another wrestling match ensued.

This time, however, the girls took pity on the boys. As they rolled along the grassy bank, they pressed they furry mounds against the boys' semi-erect dicks to help them become fully hard.

Then, almost as if they'd planned it, both girls abandoned their wrestling postures. Both girls rolled to their backs and raised their knees so that their pussies were open.

Tilly looked at Charlie, whom she'd wrestled into a position astride her. The base of his penis pressed against her twat. Its shrouded helmet sprang up above her navel.

"That's not it," she teased.

Charlie withdrew, fully expecting her to clamp her legs together and roll away. She did not. Charlie pointed his dick into the pinkness between the black, springy hairs of her labia and lunged into her pussy mound with one stroke. Tilly sighed.

Ben and Annie watched the two blacks with interest. They looked at each other.

"Well?" said Annie.

Ben rose up off her body. Annie reached down and gave his dick a couple of sensual masturbatory tugs. Then she arched her pussy up to receive him. As she felt him broach the entrance to her pussy, she sucked his dick expertly inside. She knew his dick well.

The two girls opened their thighs widely. They were close enough so that their toes touched. Meanwhile, Ben and Charlie were working it out inside their pussies. The boys grinned at each other as they powered strokes inside feminine warmth. Unlike the slow, almost tender techniques they used when having sex alone, this public sex was quick, almost violent. The boys synched up, thrusting and withdrawing in rhythm. They accentuated each thrust with an emphatic "Ha!"

They were showing off.

The girls didn't complain. They arched up on their shoulder blades to receive the thrusts, hips clear of the ground. They grunted gutturally as the boys smashed into their cunts. Tilly closed her eyes, groaning in delight as Charlie pounded her. But Annie liked to watch a dick moving inside her. She watched Ben's urgent thrusting down the crest of her torso. Watching her labia ebb, widen and strain accentuated her arousal.

After some minutes of this, Ben reached over and tapped Charlie on the shoulder.

"Hey, buddy. You thinking what I'm thinking?"

Ben had never fucked Tilly. She was one of the few black girls in the neighborhood that he hadn't fucked. He wanted to give her a try.

Tilly was almost ready to come. She wasn't ready for Charlie to withdraw. In another twenty seconds or so she would be there.

Charlie pulled out.

"Oh Charlie! What are you doing!"

Tilly's eyes had been closed. She didn't realize that the boys were going to swap.

So when she looked up from her erotic haze and saw the white boy standing over her with an erect penis and a lustful glare, her first thought was "What is this?"

Her second thought was "Dang! His dick is thick!"

Ben wasted no time in slipping his purple member into Tilly's open pink cooze. Ben scooped her head into the crook of his elbow and began to pummel her pussy enthusiastically. He already knew Annie's pussy well, so he was nowhere near climax when he mounted Tilly.

Tilly's pussy was new pussy. Her scent and the curvature of her vagina were new sensations for him. Ben quickly reached Tilly's level of arousal.

Unlike Charlie, Ben could fit his entire penis into Tilly. When he finished each stroke he could grind his public mound against her engorged clit. Tilly's eyes widened as she felt Ben's kinky pubic hair stimulating her small, erect sex organ. With Charlie, she had to stretch to rub her clit against his shaft as he moved in and out. Charlie's dick was so long he could never put pubic pressure on her clit. But with Ben, she got to ride his shaft and got a good pubic grind in, too. The grind was good! Plus, Ben's dick was a "fattie". It was thick enough to make her feel "full".

After a few minutes of standard in and out, missionary position sex, Tilly grabbed Ben's buns. She held him tightly inside her so that her clit pressed tightly against his pubic mound. She rotated her pussy obscenely and rippled her pussy muscles to suck at his dick. She arched her clit to receive stimulation from his pubic hair and pressure from his pubic mound.

Ben erupted inside her. Tilly literally screamed in ecstasy as she felt him spurt and quake deep in her hole. She convulsed in orgasmic delight. She intertwined her ankles with his to stretch his body as if impaled on a torture rack. Ben pumped blob after blob of hot semen into her.

As they skittered down from this shattering orgasm, Ben pulled his now semi-erect member from between her legs and moved it up to her mouth. Tilly obediently licked and sucked jizz from his shaft and testicles. Amazingly, Ben had enough strength to manage a final weak spurt of cum. It hit Tilly in the eyebrow.

Slowly Ben and Tilly became more aware of their surroundings. They heard a rhythmic slapping and looked over to see Charlie mounted over Annie from the rear. The two teens were standing up. Annie bent forward a little to grasp a tree stump. Charlie held her by the waist and was driving long, deep strokes into her pink hole from behind. The rhythmic slapping was the sound of his balls smacking against Annie's sticky vulva. Her eyes were closed. Annie's whole body was tense. Clearly, she was on the verge of climax.

Tilly was fascinated. She'd been fucked from behind, but she'd never seen it done. She'd also never seen a black man fuck a white woman before. She noticed that Ben seemed fascinated by this coupling, too.

Tilly reached down and wiped a large blob of Ben's semen from her inner thigh. She drew it up to her nose and smelled it discreetly. She tasted it. It tasted like paste. Ben's smell was unique. He smelled like spring water, sweat, wet hair and white man. She was well familiar with the odor.

Ben was still lying on his side in the grass with his dick before her. She took it into her mouth again to try to suck the last vestiges of cum from his member. She didn't realize how powerful the sound of mating couples could be. Ben's penis, limp just seconds before, began to fill and thicken at the sound of his sister's mating cries.

Annie came. She crooned the arrival her climax with a series of screeching "Ohs!" as she arched her ass up and down on Charlie's thrusting cock. Tilly watched this with interest as Ben's member hardened again in her mouth. Charlie wasn't ready to come, she could tell. Charlie's nostrils always started flaring uncontrollably when he was ready to come. His muscles convulsed and quivered. It was clear that Charlie was in control of Annie's pussy. At least, he was in control right now.

Annie continued to coo and shiver as she loudly announced her orgasm. Her body convulsed rhythmically and involuntarily. She drew breath in staggering gasps. Charlie continued to churn inside her. He tried to time his pelvic assault with her orgasmic convulsions.

As the seconds dragged on, however, Annie's muscular spasms slackened some. The interval between her moans and her contractions eased. Charlie was still fully erect, though. He pulled his dick from between her thighs, noting the angry red coloration of her scorched labia. Charlie gently pushed Annie to her knees. Annie looked at her brother, but he wasn't paying attention. With some trepidation, she took Charlie's massive pole in her mouth and began to suck. Annie immediately noted his acrid sexual odor in her nostrils. Charlie's dick not only smelled like black dick, but it was coated in her own pussy juice and crested with the piquant smell of her ass. Charlie's dick was funky.

Charlie held his penis by its base with one hand. He gripped the back of Annie's head with the other and encouraged her to swallow more and more of his cock. Annie seemed reticent. She still wondered how her brother would react to the sig

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Annette peered cautiously thru the bushes. The young blonde paused, carefully placing each step. She was barefoot and she didn't want to roust any critters. Though she knew this path well it always paid to be watchful.

She heard a splash nearby and knew it for what it was. It was Charlie, her brother's black friend and fishing partner. He was swimming alone in the pool. She steeled her nerves to set herself. This is it. One last look up the trail,

The black boy swam joyously in the spring. He was a slave. He'd sneaked away from the house, as was his custom, on the premise of going to chop some wood. Then he'd made a beeline for his favorite water hole and taken an hour for himself.

He heard Annette's song before she came around the bend in the creek, just as she'd planned.

Dressed only in a white shift that came down to her knees, Annette knew what she would find at the spring: ripples. Charlie was gone like a ghost. He couldn't afford to be caught swimming at midday on a workday.

But Annette knew where he was. She'd spied on him for weeks. She'd watched his ablutions from a hidden vantage point, watched the clear water cascading over his muscular frame as he swam. She'd watched him step naked from the pool, marveling at the size and girth of his penis, even in cold water. She knew that towards the end of his hour he would step out of the pool, have a leisurely smoke and then slowly masturbate, pumping himself faster and faster by degrees until he reached climax. At the moment of release he would stand up and see how far his ejaculate would fly. On good days he could get a 5-foot pop.

Occasionally her brother Ben would meet Charlie at the pool. The two boys were the same age and had grown up together. And while Charlie was technically Ben's slave, the boys were good friends. On several occasions Annette had spied them masturbating for distance and laughed about it afterwards. Charlie invariably won, but not by much. Ben had an admirable cock of his own.

Now Annette feigned caution as she stepped gingerly up to the pool. She knew Charlie could see her. She wanted him to think she sought solitude. She looked back up the trail to see if anyone was coming (though she knew no one was). She craned her neck to peer into each crevice and cranny of the woods surrounding the pool.

Satisfied that no one was around, Annette shed her shift and stood naked on the bank. She folded her shift smartly and laid it neatly under a tree. Then she stood up and stretched like a great jungle cat. She preened on her toes and bowed her legs like a ballerina. Her pendulous breasts swayed with her movements, making her seem unsteady. But she knew what she was doing. She cupped both breasts and turned them upwards toward her face. The pink nipples were perfectly shaped. She felt a tingle of delight and a deep warmth in her groin. Now she moved her right hand down to her mound of silky blonde pubic hair to caress her clitoris ever so gently. She slid the length of her middle finger over that sensitive member. She felt it spring to life under her touch. It protruded from her pubic mound like a small, budding penis.

Partially aroused, Annette stepped into the spring. The cold-water shock cooled her ardor some. She waded out until the water reached her hips. Then she struck out gamely into a standard stroke. She swam completely across the clear pool, stood up and swam back.

She knew that Charlie was underwater somewhere, sucking on a reed for oxygen. She knew the boys' tricks. Annette had always been Ben's annoying younger sister, prying into the their antics, tattle taling and trying to get their attention. Now she'd grown into a voluptuous young woman. She wanted a different type of attention.

Annette knew this spring well. She'd grown up here. It wasn't hard for her to spot Charlie's air reed or the dark spot beneath the clear water where none ought be. She struck out across the pool again, this time moving in Charlie's direction. She crossed the deep channel and stood up about ten feet from Charlie's hiding spot. She stood up on the gravelly bottom of the pool so that her breasts and part of her pubic mound were exposed. Then she threw her head back and wringed the water out of her hair like a mop.

Charlie stood up.

Instantly, Annette's hands flew up to cover her breasts and her groin, after the Aphrodite fashion.

"What are you doing here, Charlie!" she declared disingenuously.

The boy laughed. "That ain't the question, Miss Annette. What are you doing here, runnin' 'round with your cooch are all out? I'm gon' tell Ben."

"Oh you didn't see that! You're not supposed to see that!" And she splashed away back across the pool.

Charlie took off after her. When they reached the shallows again both teenagers stood up and began splashing each other like children. Charlie used both hands, but Annette still feigned modesty. She splashed with one hand while covering her breasts with the other.

Finally, she shrieked, "You win! You win!" Then she hunkered down on her haunches so that the water reached her neck and covered the rest of her body in a thin veil of liquid crystal. Charlie stood over her smiling widely. At nineteen, he was only a year older than Annette. They'd grown up together, albeit on different sides of the nineteenth century social divide. This was not their first splash fight at this spring.

"If you tell about seein' my cooch, I'll tell about you being here. You're supposed to be off chopping wood," Annie teased.

"You won't tell," Charlie retorted confidently.

"Yes, I will. I ain't a-skeered of you, Charlie."

She turned from him and swam away leisurely. Charlie followed her, grabbed her by the foot, and threw her over so that she did a full somersault in the water.

"Hey!" she said.

This move resulted in another splash war, this one longer than the first.

"Cut it out, Charlie. I ain't playin' wit' you! Cut it out!"

She swam away again. This time she arched her butt out of the water so that Charlie could see the full cut of her vulva.

When she surfaced a few feet away, Charlie said, "I seen your cooch again."

Annette replied flippantly: "So? You wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it. I seen your peter rabbit a bunch of times. I seen you out here whackin' your pecker. You and Ben, both!"

She laughed girlishly.

Charlie charged after her. She shrieked and tried to swim away, but Charlie was faster. He grabbed her by the foot again, but this time he drew her to him. He grabbed her around the waist with his right arm and controlled her left wrist with his left hand.

"What did you say? What did you say?"

He wasn't hurting her. She laughed.

"I said I see'd you whacking your pecker. This thing."

Annie reached back and grabbed him by the base of his penis. She felt it flop against her forearm. She was again amazed at its heft and girth. At her touch it began to lengthen and harden up the line of her wrist.

Charlie was shocked. This was little Annette, Ben's baby sister, a white girl no less, standing here holding his cock. Charlie released his grip on Annette's waist. Annie didn't release his penis in turn. She turned to look him in his eyes.

"I seen you do it. Like this."

She gripped his nuts with her other hand and stroked him fully erect in a matter of seconds. She pulled his bountiful foreskin back and forth across the rounded head of his penis as she had seen him do, using quick, back and forth jerks of her wrist.

The effect was spectacular. Charlie's member sprang upward and outward, a full 12 inches from his kinky pubic mound. The angular ridges of Charlie's lithe, muscular abdomen tightened and flexed as blood rushed into his cock.

When he was fully aroused, Annette said casually, "But, like I said, you wouldn't know what to do with it."

She swam away from him again.

Charlie sprang after her, this time with some difficulty. His erect cock swung back and forth comically, making his movements seem strained and awkward.

Annette allowed herself to be caught just as she was entering the deep water. She arched her behind out of the water again so that Charlie could get a closer view of her hairy labia and the golden pink cleft in between. Charlie grabbed both her ankles and drew her back towards him in the shallow water, parting her legs as she came. Annette looked over her shoulder at him with feigned surprise. She fanned her arms like paddles in order to stay afloat.

When she didn't fight, Charlie drew her back closer and closer until his erect dick was touching her pussy. He pulled her gently closer, attempting to gauge her interest in penetration. His dick slid up between her cheeks and bounced off her apple-shaped buttocks.

Annette looked over her shoulder and giggled.

"I told you that you wouldn't know what to do with it," she mocked. She wiggled away.

Charlie waded after her, caught her and tried the same maneuver. Same result. Annette taunted him giddily. Again, she arched her butt out of the water to show him the cut of her pussy, but this time she rotated her behind sensuously like a bee, to tease him.

Charlie wasn't any stranger to women. Still in his teens, Charlie hadn't been a virgin since the age of 11. A number of grown women had noted his fine features, rangy musculature, clear skin and the bulge in his trousers. This young white girl was taunting him. It was maddening.

Charlie waded after Annette again. This time he grabbed her by the hips and arched her butt out of the water so that her vagina was again exposed. She didn't fight him. With her ass already up in the air, Annette leaned forward and parted her legs a bit to give him a better view.

This time Charlie slid his penis downward between her ass cheeks until his straining member was positioned at the opening to Annette's twat. Using his thumb as a guide, Charlie pressed her labia apart. His dick slid easily up into her warm pussy. The silky blonde pubic hairs tickled him deliciously as they followed his shaft into her golden-pink slit.

Annette's eyes widened in shock as she felt Charlie's heavy penis moving deeper into her cooze. She stood on her tiptoes to further accommodate him. Four inches deep. Six inches. Nine.

At ten inches Annette felt full. She felt his thick helmet pressing firmly against her cervix, felt her labia straining wide to engulf more of his massive dick.

Standing behind her, Charlie watched Annette's pussy tremble under the heft of his tremendous cock. Her pussy lips jerked and clenched involuntarily. She drew breath in gasps, as if being choked.

Charlie held her in place with his dick as deep as it would go. When Annette tried to initiate a natural humping action Charlie held her tighter. He refused to start thrusting into her Instead, he contracted his pelvic muscles to pulse his penis rhythmically, all the while holding it tightly jammed against the back of her pussy.

After a few moments of this sort of teasing, Charlie reached his hand around from behind to caress her vulva. He stroked her clitoris roughly with his middle finger. Annette slapped his hand away. She knew how to masturbate a good clit better than he. She began to stroke her own clitoris, seeking to elicit friction by pressing it against Charlie's shaft.

They stood there connected at the genitals for several moments without moving. Both teens were shocked that they were actually 'doing it'.

Finally, Charlie reached up to cup both her breasts with his hands. He withdrew slowly until he was halfway out of her pussy, then powered his dick back into her hole with a jackhammer thrust. Annette gasped. Charlie repeated the move. Each time he withdrew a little further. Each time his return thrust was a little harder and a little faster. Slow out. Fast in. Annette picked up the rhythm. Charlie watched from the rear mount position as his powerful dick cruised in and out of Annette's pussy. He could see her labia expand and contract with each thrust. He saw his withdrawals pull her hairy mound further and further from its position of safety between her legs, saw it quiver in anticipation of his next thrust, heard the spring water splashing rhythmically in concert with his insistent insertions.

Charlie arched his back for maximum effect. He pulled his dick almost completely out of her pussy and fired back in wantonly with the return stroke.

Annette loved it.

The two teens strained against each other like this for five long, agonizing minutes. Charlie massaged her breasts furiously while driving into her. The cold water splashed upward to provide a sparkling dichotomy to their heated lust.

After a time Annette could feel Charlie's breathing become more strained, fervent. His moans became prolonged, with a deeper timbre. She knew what that meant. Annette pushed him delicately in the chest. It was a declination. She tried to arch her pussy off his straining dick. Charlie didn't take the hint. He was insistent.

"Charlie, stop it! You can't come inside me!"

She gave a little hop, releasing his lever from her pussy. Charlie still gripped her by the tits. Though she hadn't climaxed, she pushed away from his embrace.

"What's the matter?" he asked breathlessly.

"You know what's the matter. You can't come inside me. I'll get in trouble. You’ll get in trouble. How would I look with a mix-race pickanninny?"

"You might not get big. Come on, Annie, lets finish," Charlie whimpered breathlessly.

"How do you know?" she asked.

His dick was still massively erect. It stood between them like a wild thing, seeking the warmth between her legs. There was no doubt that Annette wanted to finish, too. She was almost there. She knew that her words made sense. A white girl pregnant with a black child in Louisiana didn't have any future. But at least she'd be alive. Charlie would be killed. She didn't want that.

Annette waded out of the water. She turned to face Charlie from the grassy bank.

"You know you're not supposed to be touching a white girl anyway" she chided him.

But there wasn't any conviction in her words. His hugely engorged organ was still straining between them. Too, their sex had been better than she'd expected. She really wanted to climax with his dick inside her. Annie's own extraordinarily sized clitoris poked visibly from beneath its sheath, indicating the depth of her arousal.

Annette sat down next to her shift as Charlie stepped from the spring. She regarded him with a twinge of regret.

"Look Charlie, if I show you something you can't tell anybody, okay?"

Charlie was willing to try anything. She called him over. When he was standing over her, she gently cupped his balls with her fingertips. Then she guided his dick into her mouth. She circumlocuted his penis with her tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive nerves on the underside of his pudenda. Then she began to gently suck him, bobbing her head up and down. She pulled her blonde tresses back so that Charlie might watch her efforts more clearly. She gazed up into his eyes confidently.

In less than a minute, Charlie erupted in her mouth.

Annette sucked down as much cum as she could as quickly as she could. She didn't want Charlie to lose his tumescence.

When she felt she'd drawn most of his load, Annette reached over and spread her shift across the grass. She lay back on it, then raised and opened her legs.

"Put it in, Charlie. Put it in before it gets soft."

Charlie willingly obliged. Her pussy was still wet. He knelt between her legs and placed the purpled head of his partially engorged cock against her clit. He rubbed the sensitive underside over and around her smaller sex organ. Annette moaned in anticipation. She endured as much of this teasing as she could. Finally she reached down to pry his hand from his dick. She gripped his cock resolutely and pointed it into her own wet, turgid flesh. She watched as his black dick disappeared into her pink pussy.

Charlie mounted her in the dominant missionary position with his arms supporting his upper body from the grass. He began to pound her with quick strokes, trying to regain his full erection. It didn't take long. Annette was able to engulf his recently milked penis, but as he regained his power she was able to take less and less of him. Having climaxed a short time before, Charlie's cock was less sensitive, too. He began to punish her pussy with long, scimitar strokes.

This is what Annette wanted all along. Doggie style, Annette's clit didn't get the attention it needed. But with Charlie arching into her from above she was able to ride the crest of his shaft as it slammed in and out of her sticky pussy.

This was heaven. Oh, it was absolute heaven.

Annie arched up on her shoulder blades to receive his strokes. She clinched her pussy lips together to provide him with maximum friction each time he withdrew. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and upper lip as she fought to temper her own orgasm.

They assaulted each other in this manner for several minutes. Charlie caught Annette's lambent gaze and locked her eyes with his as he probed every inch of her slippery, pink pussy. He felt the firm but smooth, bumpy ridges in her deep vagina as he slid back and forth, felt her warm pussy walls caressing and tugging at his thick foreskin, laving him with her naturally aromatic lubricants.

Annette was amazed at the wealth of sensations she elicited from the feel of Charlie's shaggy foreskin moving inside her. His penis was thick enough, but his rugged foreskin provided her with enormous pleasure. It was pliable and rangy and it added indescribably rich friction to her inner pussy walls. She concentrated on sucking at it with her powerful vaginal muscles. Each time she contracted her pussy, both of them moaned in delight.

Now fully erect, two inches of Charlie's massive member still stood out from Annette's pussy. Try as she might, she couldn't get his whole dick inside her.

"She took the ten but left the two."

From her supine position beneath, she looked down between her tits to watch as Charlie arched and preened inside her. His dick looked like a black lever with thick veins encircling his shaft in bold relief. She watched her golden mound expand and rotate to accommodate his surging thrusts.

"God, it's so big!" she thought. "If he stands up, I think he can support my whole body!"

But Charlie wasn't thinking about standing up. He manipulated Annette's knees up until they brushed against her breasts. Then he cupped Annette's head in the crook of his elbow and jammed his tongue in her ear. His tongue was hot and rough. Charlie tugged at Annette's earlobes with his teeth while he slowly ground his dick in and out of her pussy. The sensation was ethereal.

Annette whispered harshly, "Fuck me! Oh fuck me its so good! Go deep deep deep deeper! Oh that’s it! Fuck Me!"

Her visceral sexual comments transmuted, by degrees, into a long, guttural groan.

She rotated her hips obscenely, ever faster, causing his massive organ to plumb every crevice of her moistened slit. She would do a triple rotation, a tight muscular contraction and then four or five arching hits so that Charlie punished her cervix with his long, deep thrusts.

The two teens began to sweat salty rivulets.

Finally Annette could take it no longer. She signaled the on

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Anthony checked the shopping list on his phone as he scoured

Always looking to create something unique to add to the

Anthony was on his knees, trying to get items off a

"I'm sorry, where do you keep the Dutch

"Oh, I don't work here," Anthony replied,

"Thank you,"

Anthony placed some items in his basket and continued

"Dutch chocolate has a lot of nuances," Anthony

"I'm beyond lost and in way over my head. I have the

"croquembouche? That's not an easy one."

"I have a confession. I can't cook for shit."

"This isn't cooking. It's baking,"

"I'm worse at baking,"

"Croquembouche is probably one of the most difficult

The woman looked dejected.

"There are simple things you can make. Some of them are

"No, it has to be a croquembouche. It's for a client. I

"You could buy one. There is a French bakery on

"No, it has to be homemade. Trust me, I looked at

"I can guess the response. Them being French and all.

"You know a lot about croquembouche."

"I do the desserts at a restaurant, although I've never

"Can I pay you to make one for me?"

"Oh, no, sorry. I don't do that kind of side

"I apologize. I have a kitchenette at the Hilton. I'm

"You can't. Not even close," Anthony said,

"I'm so fucked," the woman said with despair.

Anthony studied the woman feeling bad for her situation.

"I'll tell you what. I have to head to work now. I'm at

"You would do that for me? I have to pay you."

"No, no charge. We have the ingredients, so show

"I'm Heidi," she said, putting a hand forward to

"Anthony Albano."

"You are going to save my career, Anthony Albano."

"Don't thank me yet, croquembouche is a bitch to make.

Anthony headed out, taking one last look at the tall beauty.

Heidi arrived at La Morra around 8:30 and had a glass of

Anthony guided Heidi through the chaos. He had to pull her

"It's crazy in here," she commented.

"You should have been here for the dinner rush."

He directed her to the baking area, out of the combat zone

"Okay, croquembouche. Let's get into it. Here, put this

Heidi donned an apron, and the two reviewed the recipe. A

Two hours later, the ornate French pastry stood perfectly on

"I have never seen something like that."

"Well, now you have and can confirm that you made it.

Heidi's smile could not contain her glee. She reached over

"You are incredible," she said.

"Well, I can bake; and cook. Not sure about

The restaurant had closed, and the cleaning crew were doing

"That was so much fun. You really should give

"The job keeps me pretty busy. It's demanding work, but

"Yeah, not mine. Hey, let me give you a ride

"I'm only a few blocks away," he responded.

"Please, it's the least I can do."

"Sure, thanks."

The two climbed into her rental car, and Anthony gave

"Oh, you turned too soon. This leads to the alley

"This city confuses me with all the one-way

"No big deal, you can let me out by the back doors; the

The alley in the back of the brownstones on North 6th Street

Heidi pulled up behind Anthony's building.

"Okay, this is weird," Heidi began, "but I've

"That's nuts, You can use my bathroom,"

"I don't mind. I did it all the time in college."

"Yeah, well, this is Brooklyn, not-

"Michigan State."

"You don't want to piss in a Brooklyn alley. Park in

Heidi pulled into the empty parking spot, and the two got

"Elevator's out. Can you make it to the third

Anthony led Heidi up the stairs. A woman came down with her

"Stella, don't tell me you are doing laundry this

Stella was the second-floor tenant. She lived right below

"They just fixed the machines. Shabbat always sneaks up

Stella looked at Heidi with a smile.

"Hello."

Heidi turned to Anthony and made a face that reminded him of

Anthony opened the door to his apartment, and Heidi rushed

"It's just down the hall on the;”

"Found it," Heidi called out as she entered the

Once inside, she was in far less of a rush as she nosed

Finally, she pulled her pants down, sat on the toilet,

"Wine just runs through me," Heidi explained,

"Great apartment. A two-bedroom unit in this area. Must

"It's rent-controlled, but when the landlord gets

"It's great. My place is corporate housing. I wouldn't

"That's a pipe dream, but there's a beautiful place

"Sure, no rush. I've got emails to check."

Anthony hurried down the hall, taking his shirt off as he

In the bathroom, Anthony took off his pants to pee and

In the shower, Anthony soaped himself up with Mountain Blast

"Anthony, I really have to pee again," Heidi said

"Door's not locked. I'm in the shower, so go for

Anthony heard the door open and continued to wash up.

She was tall and fit, something her clothing hid: toned

Looking at her twaut, he saw the reason for the warmth. She

Most women were surprised by the thickness of Anthony's

"I did have to pee," she whispered as she sucked

"So, I see. Interesting opening move," he said as

"All men want to be peed on by a woman," she

Anthony turned the tall woman around and aggressively pushed

"I gotta warn you, this could hurt."

Heidi said nothing but widened her stance, which opened her

With hot water cascading over the two of them. Anthony held

Heidi groaned with pleasure as the fattest cock she had ever

Anthony's thick cock sealed off her cunt from the shower

She bent slightly lower, and he slid in deeper, causing

"My God, that cock is even bigger than I thought,"

Bigger than she thought? Anthony considered her

Her skin was olive in color, but with her ass spread, he

Putting two hands on her ass, his thumb danced across her

"You want to fuck that ass? You'll need to clean

"I can do that for you."

Heidi smiled. That was precisely what she wanted him to do.

With that, she stood up, expelling his turgid cock from her

She took the handheld shower head off its clip, handed it to

Anthony changed the spray to a focused flow, and aimed it at

The two stood straight, bodies intertwined as she stroked

Heidi turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around herself,

Down the hall, he saw the towel on the floor and entered his

Looking at her, waiting for him like a dog in heat, Anthony

"You ever fuck a big, tall girl?" she asked.

"No."

"Then I am going to be your unicorn. Something unique.

Anthony noticed the window shades were down and pulled them

"What are you doing? Stop."

"It gets hot in here," he said. "That

"I like it hot. I like it when my man sweats on me. I

Anthony's heart was racing. This tall woman was talking a

Heidi remained face down, ass up as he crawled onto the bed.

"You want to inspect my ass? Make sure it's clean

Anthony took his middle finger and pressed against her ass,

Heidi winced slightly.

"I'm dry from the shower. Hold on a second."

She reached to the bedside table, took out a small jar of

"How did you know I had that?"

Heidi smiled without looking back.

"Come on, all guys had some kind of jerk-off lube near

Her ass glistened as some of the excess oil ran down her ass

Anthony slipped his thumb in then added a second and third

"Oh, fuck. That feels so;”

Heidi was too lost in the pleasure to finish her sentence.

"Taste my ass. Tell me how it tastes. Use that educated

Anthony withdrew his fingers and pressed his face to her

His first taste was the coconut oil, but as he got past

"This feels crazy good. Your fucking tongue is as thick

Crazy was right, thought Anthony. This was

Here he was, eating the ass of a woman he met in a market

Anthony moved his face up and down her ass wetting her dark

"You like eating m

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Coming from Boston, I was not familiar with Jewish culture,

I had been raised Catholic but hadn't attended church in

Below me lived the Rothenburgs. The husband, Aaron, was a

Stella was in her mid-40s. She had some of the softness of

Stella was on the stoop. Typically, this meant the couple on

But the couple on the first floor had left a few weeks ago. He

"Hello, Mrs. Rothenburg."

"Please, Anthony, call me Stella. You make me feel so

"I was only trying to be polite."

"And you are. A wonderfully polite neighbor. There are

"The first-floor apartment is empty. So, what brings

"Oh, I do not miss those two. So much noise and the

"They could get pretty loud," I said with slight

"I told Aaron to call the building owner," she

"Aaron?"

"My husband, Mr. Rothenberg."

"Of course. Well, I'm right above you, so hopefully,

Stella looked at me with an all-knowing smile, and I wanted

"You are a chef, right?"

"I am. At La Morra. Well, right now, they have me

"I don't suppose they have a kosher menu there?"

"I'm afraid not. However, several of our Jewish patrons

"Well, I'm sure it's wonderful."

"Are you waiting for someone?" I asked, unsure why

"Not really, no, but I am very happy to see you."

I knew Stella was a little awkward, but her sentiment was

"Same here. It's a nice night to sit on the

"It's Friday."

"So, it is."

"It's the Sabbath," she said.

"That's right, it is. I don't know what the proper

"Shabbat Shalom," she replied.

"Well, then, Shabbat Shalom."

"I was making dinner and left the lights on in my

I looked up to see lights in her apartment window on the

"So, they are."

"They are on. I have to go to sleep soon, but those

"I can see that."

At this point, I really needed to pee and hit the shower, so

"I can't sleep with the lights on," she added.

"Me? No, not unless I'm black-out drunk. If you'll

"Would you like to use my bathroom?"

I stopped to consider the nature of this strange request.

"It's a floor below yours. Quicker to use it."

"I think I can make it."

Sensing an undefined need of urgency, I looked at Stella and

"Is something wrong? Something in your apartment?"

"Do you like rugelach cookies?" she asked.

"I do. I love it with coffee."

"I know you're a chef, but I think my rugelach is the

"That's a steep boast. Shlomy’s  is world famous.

"Now. Come up and have some. I desperately want your

I wondered where Stella was heading with her insistence that

She was awkward because she had a sheltered life and had

"Sure, let's try some," I said.

"Yes, great. Mine is flakey and very buttery. You like

The mention of butter gave me another reason for pause. A

"Well, I use cream cheese in mine, which keeps the

There is no better word to describe a good cookie or cake

"Well, I really want to taste that," I replied.

Stella opened the building door and started up the stairs.

I tried to imagine her figure beneath the dress. Then, I

On the second floor, she stopped to open the door to her

"You know, I think I'm just going to head up to my

"No, you must taste my cookies. Each one is like a

Her eyes pleaded with me to come inside.

Cream pie, I thought? Is she that

"I don't want to disturb your husband."

"Aaron is in South Africa. Even if he were here, he

There it was again; she was talking about the bedroom. She

Stella's apartment was dark, lit by a few candles. The only

While the apartment had the same floor plan as mine, which

"Very nice place."

"It's pleasant," she replied, "Small, but I

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom? I really have to;”

"Of course, how rude of me. You know where it is. Oh

Stella handed me a candlestick with a lit taper.

"The Sabbath," she said. "We don't turn

"Oh, that's right," I replied, then entered the

I placed the candlestick on the sink, then lifted the seat

Exiting the bathroom, I saw Stella standing in the hallway,

"This is the same layout as my apartment," I

"Aaron's office is the other room. I would sleep there,

Stella entered the bedroom, where the lights were on. The

"So, this is the bedroom where I sleep when the light

"Yes, it is, I said, unsure what to say or do next. I

"I'll be sure to walk lightly. I never thought about

"I never hear you walking, but the vents in the hallway

The apartment building had old-school radiator heating, but

"That older woman on the top floor," Stella

"Sophia? She's a little hard of hearing."

"And the two who moved out downstairs;”

"Rosalie and Tommy."

"They got into some pretty nasty fights."

"Rosalie was quite the character," I added.

Stella looked at me and again gave me that wry, intuitive

"Yes, she was. Wasn't she?"

I looked at Stella to see what she was getting at. Had she

I felt a warm heat on my skin, and my spidey sense told me

"Well, I am ready for bed now," Stella said,

"I'll be heading upstairs then," I said politely.

"No, wait. Please, you can't leave yet until;” Stella

I looked at Stella and went to a near-full erection. She may

I walked up behind her, turned her around so we were face to

Instantly, I detected the lack of reception in her kiss, and

"Anthony, no."

I stepped back, embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I;”

"No, no, it's my fault," she interrupted. I

"And then you talk about your moist cookies."

"Yeah, those are on the kitchen counter. No, Anthony,

"Oh man, I am so confused. I mean candles and;”

"Candles for Sabbath. I can't turn on the lights until

She could not turn on the lights, and that's when it hit me:

"You can't turn off those lights, can you?"

Stella looked at me, embarrassed, saying nothing.

"You can't even ask me to turn off lights. You can't do

She smiled, realizing I had now comprehended her true

"It's fine. In fact, it's flattering. I can't remember

"You are more than attractive. And maybe we'll laugh

I walked to the light switch and turned it off. The room was

As I walked to the door, she stopped me.

"Wait."

I turned around to see Stella holding a plate of rugelach

"A thank you for your troubles,"

She handed me the plate, then leaned in, gave me a matronly

Confused, I looked at her again, but she ushered me out of

I went upstairs to my apartment and put the plate of cookies

I heard a weak moan as I walked out of the bathroom past the

When she was done, I went into the shower and finished

A few days went by. I heard Stella come home from the market

She opened the door and immediately smiled. I blushed as the

"I wanted to return this to you. My mother had a rule

"It's been more than 48 hours," Stella replied.

"I, umm, was trying to think of ways to apologize for

"No apologies needed. It could be my fault. I can see

"Still no, I was way out of line," I said.

"I assume you Googled turning off lights on the

"I did, and I understand you could not directly ask me to

"Well, if it happens again, I'll invite you over for

Stella was about to close the door.

"So, a favor, please," I asked. "Can I get

"Wow, that sounds so good, but it's not Kosher. The

"Bubbe?"

"Grandmother. How do you live in Brooklyn but don't

"I don't know any Jewish people."

"You know me, so that's one. Hey, let me cook you a

"I don't want to put you out, but;”

"But nothing. Please. Aaron's gone, and I hate eating

"I would be delighted. But I will bring the wine. I'm

"Manichevitz is vile," she said. "Get two

We agreed to dinner this coming Sunday. I knew she was

Two days later, I was recounting my embarrassing faux pas to

Sophia went to her spare room and returned with two bottles.

"Here are two bottles of 1966 Ghito Duaim. It's the

"It's not a date. Its neighbors having a meal together.

"If I were 30 years younger, it would start as a dinner

"Sophia," I laughed, "are you objectifying me

Sunday finally came. I arrived at Stella's apartment a few

Stella answered the door wearing an attractive dress with an

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Author’s

The elevator was out again; for the fourth time this month;

Holding two grocery bags, she looked up the stairs and began

The small apartment building had four floors, with one

On the first floor, she could hear the loudmouth girl and

At the second-floor landing, she noticed the apartment door

Sophia heard footsteps coming down from the third floor in a

Anthony Albano, who lived on the third floor, flew down the

"Mrs. Katz, please let me help you with those

"You're late, Anthony. I can see from your rushing

"I am late. But the cannolis will have to wait until I

"Crowded and rude, but they had some filet on sale,

"-Béarnaise sauce is so difficult," Anthony

"One mistake, and you've made scrambled eggs."

As a chef at one of Brooklyn's only Michelin Star

He got her to the door of her top-floor apartment; she keyed

The old two-bedroom apartment was spacious, and Sophia was

The rich smell of wine permeated Anthony's nose as he looked

Inside Sophia's apartment, the smell of wine, primarily

As a chef, he always marveled at her collection. She claimed

Rolf died a few years before Anthony moved into the

Since meeting Sophia, Anthony had gone out of his way to

She would often thank him for his efforts with a bottle of

"Sophia, I can't let you just pan-fry that filet. It

Anthony knew that's what she wanted. She was lonely and

"I'll bring the wine," she replied.

"Please, nothing worth a small fortune."

"You can't take it with you, so please let me enjoy it

"Fine, you do the wine. I've got to run. I'll see you

Sophia smiled. Anthony was her guardian angel, and she cared

As Anthony headed down the stairs, he laughed at himself.

As Anthony passed the door to the first-floor apartment, he

Anthony quickly realized she was not in distress but quite

The door muffled Rosalie's voice, but he could hear her

Stella was an Orthodox Jewish wife in her early 40s. She was

Although she was shy, she always brightened when she saw

"Mrs. Rothenberg, good morning!"

"Anthony, hello. Please, call me Stella. You make me

"Of course."

Stella was sitting on the stoop listening to Rosalie's fuck

"I hope Rosalie doesn't keep you and your husband up at

"She can be loud, but I applaud her passion. But when

As if on cue, Rosalie shouted, "Oh fuck, baby, fuck it

"I hope you can sing loud," Anthony said with a

Two kids came by, heading to the park, and Stella began

Across the street, a casually dressed man walked up the

Surveillance duty in Brooklyn had perks. There were great

Two of the four apartments in the apartment building they

FBI Agent Marty Gordon entered the third-floor unit to find

"What did I miss?" Marty asked as he checked the

"The third-floor guy is heading out to his job. On the

"Can you see the labels? Good stuff?"

"No, not with these binoculars. On the second floor,

"She's singing; I just heard her as I walked in. Some

"Fucking again. Well, at the very least, she is fucking

Marty came over and took the binoculars to get a view.

"It's ten in the morning. Didn't Sorvino say they

"That girl wants it, and considering who her daddy is,

"Is Mrs. Bin Laden still singing?"

"You know she's Orthodox Jewish, right? You might want

"Everyone gets a nickname. Her husband looks like a

Marty shifted his view to Stella on the stoop, who continued

"I think that Jewish lady wears a wig," Barry said

"I told you, she's Orthodox Jewish. The women keep

"She doesn't shave her armpits enough," Barry

"She doesn't shave her cunt either. I don't see you

"Refreshing these days with all that bald cunt running

Barry's focus went to the first-floor window, where the

"I think she's doing that cream pie thing 'cause I

Marty laughed. He knew they were breaking protocol. If

"When Sorvino was sick last week, I took the night

"What about the old lady on four?"

"She drank a bottle of wine next to the open window and

By now, the couple on the first floor finished the

"I'm going to miss this assignment when it ends,"

Anthony stood over a charcoal grill on the building's roof

Mrs. Katz arrived.

"I can smell that from my apartment."

"It's such a nice night. Let's eat al fresco,"

Thirty minutes later, Anthony and Mrs. Katz ate the filets

"Domaine Comte de Vogüé Musigny. What will I find when

"Sells for about $3,000 a bottle," she replied

"Why are we drinking it?"

"Because before tonight, there were only six bottles

"So, you just made $15,000 by us drinking this

"I did. And thanks for the help."

"Are you going to tell me how you came to have such a

"My late husband. He fancied himself a wine expert. Me,

"I came to New York to be a chef. I don't mind the

"Then go to Portland."

"I need the experience of working in New York, and I

"A charming young man like you, you'll get that money.

Anthony and Mrs. Katz talked about his future way into the

Across the street, in the surveillance apartment, Agents

"Have the odd couple finished their dinner yet?"

"Just about. He's helping her down the stairs. Hey,

"I make it a rule not to question Sorvino. Ask your

We’ll

Friday was Anthony's first night off in several weeks. All

The game was in the second inning, and he was on his second

Several mob-looking twenty-something guys came in and took

"Fat Tommy, get the fuck out of my seat," a female

"Sorry, I'm late baby. I had things."

The big lug was her live-in boyfriend, Tommy Funiculi. He

She ordered a Bellini and then noticed Anthony.

"Hey, Anthony from the upstairs!" she said with a

She didn't know his last name and always called him Anthony

"Tommy, look who it is. It's Anthony from

Tommy politely smiled and lifted his beer, saying only

Anthony awkwardly returned the gesture.

"So, Anthony from upstairs," Rosalie started,

"I came here for the ballgame. Cable's out."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Tommy pulled out the main box

"Would you hate me if I said I was rooting for the Red

"Actually, I might knife you. Fuckin' Red Sox. What's

"I'm from Boston."

"No shit. I love Boston. Tommy, you hear that? Anthony

"Albano," Anthony added.

"He's from Albano. It's near Boston, I guess."

"No. My name. Anthony Albano. So, you don't have to

"Italian boy. Nice. Where are your people from?"

"Palazzolo."

"Sicilian. Madone. Let's not mess with this one. A

"I'm a chef. Over at La Morra. I'm working on it

"I love La Morra. God, that white pizza. To die for.

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Eldon Kittridge gathered his family that Thursday night to attend a Ministry School meeting at his local Kingdom Hall. During that meeting, various members of the congregation prepared and delivered sermons based upon the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society's interpretation of scripture.

Female members did not address the congregation standing at the podium. Rather, two or more females took the stage to demonstrate various persuasion techniques. One female would pretend to be a random homeowner in the field. The other female would demonstrate how to explain JW eschatology and or, how to handle various doctrinal objections.

Men always ran the meetings. These men were called 'elders'. Typically, they were the more experienced Christians in the group, it being their job to 'shepherd the flock'. These men strove to set a fine moral and spiritual example for the congregants. Too, they were tasked with keeping the congregation clean of sin.

Eldon Kittridge was an elder. On this particular Thursday, Eldon was in charge of the Service Meeting. He gave a fifteen-minute talk. He also was in charge of introducing the other speakers. Typically, these consisted of other elders and deacons working their way up through the church hierarchy.

As a young man, before his ex-communication James was a critical cog in this hierarchy. He had congregational privileges that included giving talks, passing microphones around during Bible discussions and proselytizing.

James' sudden ex-communication stained his family's reputation in the congregation. Whereas, at one time the Kittridge family was held as a model of Christian values, now the family harbored an unrepentant sinner.

Eldon Kittridge was torn about this loss of face. Eldon did not grow up in 'the Truth'. He was a convert. Eldon's wife Abby grew up as one of Jehovah's witnesses, but left the fellowship just months before meeting Eldon. Both of them were now fervent adherents to the faith. James' sin was a slap in the face. Technically, he was a grown man now, even though he was still a high school student. Eldon Kittridge could set a fine congregational example by emancipating James. This would be viewed by the congregation as appropriate discipline, and necessary to bring James back into the fold. James knew that he was being considered for emancipation, a nice way of saying he might get kicked out of the house.

James did not attend Kingdom Hall that night. Fanny did. She sat through the meeting in moral horror, knowing that she, too, existed in the midst of great mortal sin. Fanny bore the weight of guilt, believing that her brother were incestuously fornicating. It was a case so shocking that, even as a participant, Fanny was taken aback.

The siblings had not been intimate since the prior Sunday, which left Fanny both hurt and perplexed. She'd tried everything to bring James back to his penile worship between her thighs. Nothing seemed to work. As the meeting droned on and on, Fanny shuffled in her seat. Her panties were wet. She was ashamed of her wetness in this holy place.

Fanny looked over at her mother Abby. Abby Kittridge locked onto each speaker with a laser-like focus. Every word spoken from the podium came straight from Jehovah's organization and, as such, was worthy of her strict attention. Abby Kittridge was as hardcore a disciple as there was. If the Society said it, she believed it, and that settled it. Periodic changes in their doctrinal stance didn't bother her; New Light was God's method of advancing truth. Old Light was God's method of weeding out malingerers.

Abby Kittridge was no malingerer.

The meeting adjourned around nine thirty p.m. Various families got up to socialize. Absences were noted and asked after.

(No one asked about James. He was dis-fellowshipped.)

Of the fellowshipped, the time taken to renew the bonds of family and friendship is often noted as the best thing about Jehovah's witnesses. Eldon Kittridge and the other elders made it their business to connect with as many congregants as possible.

On the ride home Abby and Eldon interrogated their children about major points of the meeting. Abby made sure that her children were properly indoctrinated.

Each meeting, to Abby, was a spiritual feast of information, none of which could be wasted or taken for granted.

If the truth is told, just as Fanny's panties were wet with lust for her brother during the meeting, Abby's panties were wet with spiritual lust afterward. There were no Thursday night meetings where Abby's middle-aged libido did not require her husband's attention. She and Eldon exercised their marital due on each such occasion.

Upon arriving home, the Kittridge parents asked after the younger children's homework, though homework was a secondary consideration to meeting attendance. Fanny and James could and should have completed their homework on a non-meeting night. Neither of their parents could have helped much. The youngsters bathed and dressed for bed. Fanny cleaned the kitchen. Eldon Kittridge checked James' room and found him languidly searching the Internet.

"Brother Morgan gave a fine talk tonight. You should have been there," he said.

Bob Morgan was a close friend of James', that is, until James 'left the Truth'. They hadn't spoken since. Eldon Kittridge's comment constituted a reproach. James nodded his head in acknowledgement.

By eleven p.m. the younger Kittridge children were in bed. Abby Kittridge checked her refrigerator for breakfast supplies. Eldon checked to see that all the doors were locked. Fanny retreated to her downstairs bedroom. The family's natural Thursday rhythms were intact.

Eldon Kittridge climbed the stairs to his second floor bedroom. He closed the bedroom door behind him, turned, and found his wife standing there in her see-thru negligee.

At the age of forty-seven, Abigail Kittridge was still fine. Four children had exited her womb; Abby retained a goodly number of her youthful assets. Her breasts stood nicely. Yes, she was a little thicker around her mid-section and some side bacon, but she could still look down between her tits and see her pubic mound. Her skin was a nice shade of cocoa. Her waist dimpled nicely before spreading into a dowager black woman's ass. There was no sag in her cheeks or chin, nor was there any cottage cheese pitting in her behind.

She stood in the midst of her bedroom, almost naked, posing for her husband. They fucked every Thursday, Sunday and Tuesday without fail, and had done so for the past twenty-three years.

Eldon Kittridge had seen this woman fully naked on thousands of occasions. The vision of her cunt no longer aroused him. He still looked forward to fucking her. Abby crawled into bed while Eldon doffed his clothing. Her negligee remained in place; she preferred to have him take it off her.

In bed together, they did not kiss or fondle. They were far past these pedestrian pursuits. Instead, they lay side-by-side, each using one hand to masturbate the other. Abby jacked Eldon erect; Eldon fingered Abby wet. Neither option took very long.

With his phallus only partially turgid, Eldon mounted his wife in missionary. She directed his pliable phallus into her port. Starting slowly, Eldon's phallus firmed up as they went. Abby always looked forward to this initial stiffening. Once they got started, Eldon was very longwinded. He regularly fucked her through any number of orgasms. Abby wasn't shy about expressing herself sexually. When she really got going, she would often slip and verbalize vulgar expletives of joy.

Missionary sex comprised the bulk of their repertoire. Eldon licked Abby's tits and cunt from time to time. Abby never sucked his dick. Nor was anal sex an option. They followed the unspoken rules of Christian sexual behavior. What Would Jesus Do? Abby's devolution into scatology while cumming was as far as they delved into freakiness. Once, she'd even uttered the phrase "Fuck me!" Eldon chastened her immediately. That type of talk smacked of the world.

Tonight, Eldon's uncircumcised phallus lengthened as it hardened. Abby always looked forward to this phenomenon. He started out at one thickness, improving under the impetus of her cunt until he was exponentially thicker. Abby began to groan in conjunction with his endless thrusts.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Uh! Oh! Shit!"

Her groans amplified in intensity and loudness as Eldon worked himself into a lather. He knew the clasp and the slide of his wife's Cunt well. He knew that it worked best after a spiritual reckoning at the Kingdom Hall. This was "old" cunt. Eldon was never in danger of capitulating before her wiles. Rather, he counted her orgasms, actively seeking amplification, and ready to inseminate her at any moment on his own terms.

For years after the birth of their last child, Abby Kittridge relied upon birth control. But she'd abandoned those artificial methods of late, even though she was still capable of pregnancy.

Tonight, Eldon’s strident thrusting tippled her sensual triggers early on. She climaxed loudly twice. Abby Kittridge was climbing Jacob's Ladder to a third orgasm when she sensed an anomaly in the Force. There was a low, thumping noise, almost imperceptible, driving in the background. At first she thought it was the sound of her headboard bouncing against the wall. She slowed her pelvic gyrations. The sound persisted abnormally before quieting.

Abby and Eldon went back to work. Gradually, the low, thumping hum returned, continuing until just after Abby and Eldon quieted again.

She looked at her husband. He'd heard the sound, too. Parents have antennae for unnatural, late night sounds in their home. Inasmuch as the sound died out, Eldon continued the task at hand, that is, stroking a hot piece of cunt.

On five separate occasions the low, thumping sound came, out of rhythm with the couple's efforts. Each time they sought to identify it, the sound disappeared.

Finally, Eldon withdrew his phallus from its place of honor. He threw on his bathrobe and stepped to his bedroom door, intending to seek the source of the sound. Slowly, he turned the doorknob and stepped into the hallway. Pausing, he heard nothing. He waited. The house was silent.

Eldon retreated to his bedroom. He stepped of his bathrobe. Abby would see that his tumescence remained. He mounted her again, but before they could pick up where they left off, the low, thumping sound returned.

Aggravated, Eldon clambered from the bed and eased back out into the hall. Nothing. This time he waited, suspecting he knew the source. James was masturbating in bed.

Normally, a father with an eighteen-year old son concedes that his boy masturbates. All boys do it. Eldon himself had been a ruthless masturbator as a teen.

As an elder, however, Eldon Kittridge had to consider the spiritual cleanliness of his home. James, already disfellowshipped for sexual immorality, was on thin ice anyway. Eldon put his ear to James' bedroom door. Initially, he heard nothing. Slowly the thumping noise returned.

Eldon turned the knob slowly so as not to be detected. James' door was locked. The room had one of those Spam key locks. Eldon reached up to get the key from the doorframe. Even more slowly than before, Eldon unlocked the door. He hoped to catch his son in the act, embarrass him and add this incident as another straw for the camel's back.

Bursting suddenly into James' room, Eldon was astounded to find his daughter Fanny, ass naked, mounted atop his son James. They were fornicating.

Eldon's sudden entrance caused the naked siblings to explode in an effort to dive under the covers. This effort was largely wasted. Grown people know sexual activity when they see it. Eldon was shocked speechless. He didn't need a second look This was not masturbation. This was sin, the likes of which he'd never considered possible.

Fanny burst into tears.

Abby Kittridge now joined Eldon Kittridge standing shocked in James Kittridge's doorway. Fanny's tears became an outright wail. She and James were cold busted.

Eldon Kittridge took his wife into his arms. She was distraught. Slowly, the two of them stepped away from James' doorway, closing the door behind them. Eldon suppressed the urge to kill both his eldest children. Instead, he deterred Abby's urge to do the same. They waited.

Fanny burst from James' bedroom, fully clothed now. She raced past her parents down the stairs, intending to hide in her room.

"Hold it, young lady," came Eldon's stentorian voice.

Fanny expected this. She paused at the foot of the stairs without turning to face her parents. The family was in a moment of crisis. Hiding in her room was not going to erase her sin.

James didn't wait to be called. He trudged to his doorway in his underwear, knowing that recriminations and consequences (all bad) were imminent.

Eldon led his wife and the incestuous James downstairs to the dining room table with a heavy heart. Abby Kittridge's measured breathing bespoke her rag

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Next door, Delphia already harbored a boatload of semen in each of her most southern ports. She lounged in James' bed, laying her head against his stomach. His dick was in her face. Delphia sucked him casually, tenderly, in lieu of their earlier violent encounters. James seemed possessed in his eagerness to empty himself of seed. He hadn't been reticent about probing Delphia's fundament, indeed, had been eager to do so.

Redolent of both entrances to Delphia's southern split, James' cock was magnificent. Delphia marveled at it. She nursed at it gratefully now, savoring the odor of their sex. There is no more sensual odor in the world than a reeking, wet set of human genitalia. Delphia had been fascinated with phalluses since she first noticed that her older brother Tony possessed a protuberance she lacked. She'd even noted her brother's wake up erection on occasion. Delphia looked down at her own quivering clit and found it wanting. It rarely poked far from between her bulging labia. Tony's cock dangled.

Now James' cock resonated under her nostrils, hard and veiny and straight. His balls ballooned from its base. James was circumcised; his bulbous cockhead was purple/brown, his shaft and nuts were coated in semen and a meringue of pasty white cunt froth; to Delphia a sumptuous delight. Delphia bobbed on his cock voraciously, leaving a trail of spittle along the shaft. James lay back with his hands locked behind his head. This was heaven. If she kept this up, soon she would be choking down another load of spew.

Delphia had other plans. She suckled James' cock as she'd seen pornstars do in the videos she'd secreted on her iphone, using the tip of her tongue to excite him, using her luscious nubile lips to coat his cockhead in opulence. Her luscious lips were well suited for the task.

Delphia's ass was slick with seed. Their first anal experience had been frantic. She wanted him to mount her from behind again. This blowjob was just a precursor to that end. When James' hips began to rotate in conjunction with her roiling slobber, Delphia knew he was again ready to fuck.

Instead of tooting her ass up for his consideration though, Delphia straddled him. She eased her shaven cunt down and about his cock. James was mesmerized. She situated herself atop him, burying his phallus fully inside her. When she felt the smooth bulb of his cockhead budging up against her cervix, Delphia began to twerk, slowly at first, but with ever increasing vehemence. Soon the young couple were hate-fucking, punishing each other with pelvic churn.

James was not willing to be outdone. His pride forced him to retaliate in kind. He wanted to reward Delphia with a scorching case of the shivers, even as he.

When she felt herself ready to cum, Delphia slowed noticeably. She wanted to hold his phallus fully engulfed inside her cunt, pressing James' cock against her sweet spot for maximum effect. She positioned her twat such that each and every penile insertion generated a riot of cataclysmic electrical impulses in her brain.

Delphia soon exploded into bliss. She snapped, lunging and thrusting like a demon possessed. At the moment of detonation she attacked James' phallus with an unholy orgasmic rage. Her tits flopped manically. Her mouth flew open. Delphia snarled wildly in the extremis of her abandon.

James, however, was still in competition mode. He rammed his cock up Delphia's cunt throughout the entirety of her orgasm, gripping her ass cheeks tightly in his palms, thrusting vigorously. Delphia's orgasm doubled under James' fervent assault. James was so focused on hammerin' dat cunt that he missed the subtle tremble of a Cunt in musk. Delphia's pink Cuntl muscles caressed his phallus delicately in anticipation of eruption, teasing him, tickling him, suckling his manhood with feminine tremble. It was as if she had a slithery forked tongue down there, dancing expertly across the sensitive nerve endings in James' cock. His fervor fired past her finely tuned climactic fuck quake.

When she could take no more of James' manly thrusting, Delphia slumped atop him. Her bald cunt lips were scorched. Happily, James hadn't cum. His cock pulsed inside her cunt like a living thing. She felt it throbbing down there, felt its heated sizzle, felt his heartbeat pounding through its expansive penile tissues, yearning to fill her chasm with his jam. Any further insertion was bound to leave smoke trails.

Mindful of Delphia's incapacitation, James eased his phallus from her Cunt's steamy grasp. She seemed reluctant to release him. It was as if their merger had created a vacuum that held him tightly in place. When his cock tip finally appeared at her entrance, Delphia's inner cunt lips extended obscenely outward in an attempt to retain a measure of clasp.

Finally, James' dick popped free. Frantically, he scrambled up behind her, lifting her hips upward that he might find a separate portal for his passion. Using his thumbs to press Delphia's ass cheeks open, James exposed her cream-filled sphincter. He wanted another go at it. Delphia smiled wearily.

"He's getting better and better at this!"

Without taking aim, James pressed his cockhead against her opening. He pushed forward. Delphia's anus slowly widened to accept him, first the tip, then the crown, then the shaft. At its widest point Delphia gasped. She knew he was thick, but each new insertion reminded her of her boyfriend's girth.

With the helm encompassed, Delphia's anus snapped tight about his shaft. Delphia was relieved. Getting it in is always the most stressful part of anal sex. Now she only had to deal with his length. Soon, she knew, his balls would be slapping happily against her vulva. Her rectum being already lubricated with cum, James cruised easily inside. Delphia steadied herself in anticipation of yet another comprehensive drilling. How many more of these could she take? She rotated her ass sensuously, like a bumblebee, to further engulf him.

James started slowly. This was his second visit to the muscular grip of a woman's poop chute. He grasped Delphia's hips to establish a rhythm. Looking down now, he enjoyed the vision of his phallus parting Delphia's brown eye, basked in the sensation of her creamy ass sliding back and forth along his pole. As he ramped up the action, Delphia's moans of pleasure added animus to his zeal. Soon James was rocking Delphia's ass with smash. Her head snapped back and forth with each thrust. His balls swung back and forth, flapping against her resurgent clit.

Delphia loved it. James' mattress squeaked extravagantly to the rhythm of their intercourse.

By and by, however, the teen couple became aware of another muffled sound, the sound of a headboard bouncing off a wall. James immediately paused his thrusting. His bed consisted of a simple box spring and mattress on the floor. It had no headboard. And yet the muffled knocking continued. Delphia looked over her shoulder at her lover.

"What's that?" she whispered.

They both knew the answer. James' parents slept in their room just above his. They were fucking.

Delphia had often heard the sound of her own parents' headboard, usually about this time of night, as they extracted their marital due, assuming their children were asleep. Delphia's own mother was not shy about screeching her passion into the night. Her distinctive timbre was unmistakable. From childhood, Delphia knew and wondered over what caused her mother to moan and curse so uncharacteristically, accompanied by the rhythmically knocking headboard and her parents' squeaking box spring. She knew, too, the sound of her father making positioning demands and his subsequent groans of satisfaction.

James' parents weren't so verbal. They were Jehovah's Witnesses. They fucked, but didn't make a big production of it. James heard their bed squeaking sans the moaning, cursing and exorbitant sexual demands. James knew that his parents' headboard would knock rhythmically for a time, faster and faster, until a final loud bump. After this there would be an eerie silence, followed by the sound of running water in the bathroom, muffled conversation, finally contented snoring.

"Do you think they heard us?" Delphia wondered.

"No." James whispered.

He knew that, if they had heard, they would be downstairs in a flash. There would be hell to pay. Delphia would be sent home. The rest of the night would be spent in prayer and recriminations.

The truth, however, was that if they had heard James' bed squeaking at four in the morning, James' parents could never imagine the true reason for it. Such a thing was just impossible for their Christian home. That the girl next door might be downstairs with her cunt wrapped around their son's dick would never occur to them.

James' phallus was still rock hard inside Delphia's ass. He wanted to cum in the worst way.

Delphia, however, was spooked by the realization that his parents were awake just upstairs, probably doing the same thing.

"Jamesy, I'd better go," she said.

"Wait! Wait!" he cried, as she pulled away from him.

James needed to finish. He was still several strokes away from completion.

"No, James! I don't want your mom to come down here and catch us. We can finish later!"

James tried to hold her in place as he strove to empty himself inside her asshole. Delphia was insistent. She eased off his cock and reached down to snatch up her things. She knew that her friends were, at that moment, in her brother's room doing god-knows-what. She also knew that it was time for her to go home. The knocking headboard upstairs had reached its zenith. Delphia wanted to be out of there before James' parents, whom she always referred to respectfully as Mr. and Mrs. Kittridge, came back to reality. She couldn't afford for them to catch her like this. James had already busted two nuts. She'd attend to him later.

By the time the family was dressed and ready for evening services, James and Fanny were playing out a scenario by which they left no basis for suspicion. Fanny dressed in a humble calico skirt; typical raiment for a humble servant of God; fully buttoned from the neck down. Her hair was pulled back into a bun. She moved slowly, as if in pain, to justify missing the meeting. She made desultory facial expressions to suggest that missing this meeting came at great emotional cost.

James disappeared into his upstairs bedroom. Despite his parents' encouragement, James had taken to missing meetings of late. Eldon Kittridge took note. When James’ senior year ended, James had some decisions to make.

Fanny began to clear the dinner table of scraps. She put the food away and stacked the dishwasher, needing to be seen as a contributing member of the family unit. Her spiritual struggle continued. Predictably, Fanny's sensual nature was winning. She knew all too well that, as soon as her parents' car disappeared down the street, she and James were going to assault each other like animals in heat.

And that's what happened, too. No sooner had the taillights on the family SUV glittered away before James swept his sister up in a crushing embrace. She'd been unable to unbutton her plain-jane "around-the-house" dress before he was upon her. Groping under her calico skirt greedily, James was astounded to find her fully naked beneath. He also found a soft sheen of sweat that Fanny had been carefully hiding. James dipped his middle finger into a puddle of fur and wanton lust simmering at the juncture of her thighs. His phallus leapt. James struggled out of his pants. Seconds later his phallus was immersed in that puddle and adding nitroglycerin to it. They came in tandem. Each gripped the buttocks of the other as they strove to extract the fullest measure of their crazed, wanton intercourse; still standing.

Their parents had not been gone four minutes.

James and Fanny held each other tightly as the swoon of orgasm dissipated in a hazy murk of charred arctic ice. They sweated cheek-by-jowl. Any stilted movement brought forth an un-detonated jerk of latent climactic fervor. Under the pressure of gravity, James' semen flowed down her thighs, cooling as it went. Fanny squeezed his barrel-shaped phallus viciously, hoping to drain the dregs of his passion.

At this she was successful. James' cock softened by degrees under the heat and pressure of Fanny's dripping honey pot. Fanny was sure that he was about to slip out of her naughty purse. There came a point, however, where his flagging phallus seemed to say: "Enough! Stand and fight!" James' cock, eighteen years old, ceased receding before the Cunt that had mollified it. It began to forge its way, slowly and steadily, deeper into the recesses of Fanny's sticky pie.

Fanny was glad.

James scooped his sister’s ass up in his arms. Fanny wrapped her arms tight over his shoulders and her thighs tightly around his waist. He tossed her up to a better fit and carried her downstairs to her bedroom. It was time for them to fuck. Once there, he laid her down, marveling again at her womanhood. Fanny slipped free of her dress, then grabbed a bath sheet and spread it over her bed, to contain the overflow of juices. Her tits resonated.  Then she laid over the center of the towel, on her belly. Her peach-like Cunt gaped open. With the right sort of eyes, one could see her lust bubbling forth. James could see his cream curdling between the super pink walls of her exposed labia. His phallus ratcheted upward. Fanny scooted up on her elbows to look over her shoulder, and watch his progress. She opened her legs by way of encouragement, disgorging a bubblet of semen in the process.

James crawled up between her thighs. His cock was, again, massively erect. Both of them watched his advance, as if in slow motion, upon the soaked and throbbing object of his desire. When his testicles dangled against her slit, James took his cock in hand to drum it against her luxuriant bush. Fanny's clit peeked out from its enclo

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It took several weeks for young Fanny Kittridge to succumb. She'd personally witnessed her brother and his girlfriend fornicating orally on a number of occasions. One cannot witness human copulation without wistfully wondering after one's own participation in the Mating Game.

Fanny was not a virgin. Unlike her brother's public confession, she'd fallen from grace last summer, repented quietly without consequence, and stayed within the good graces of the Kingdom Hall Church.

In Fanny's case, she'd given up her virginity to one of Tony Gangel's uncles repeatedly over the course of a worldly holiday. She'd enjoyed the experience in the moment, and repented her sin after the man went home. From that time to this, she worked on her spirituality while struggling to refrain from delving back into the sensuality that experience had unleashed. Seeing James and Delphia fornicate so lavishly caused her to lose her battle against masturbation. She was almost twenty years old now. Like most young people, her loins were afire from the moment she awakened daily.

Fanny was sexually curious. She began to seek opportunities to see James' phallus rise. It was a personal fetish. She'd be lurking in the hallway in the mornings when James exited his bedroom and made his way into the bathroom. His morning woody was always evident. It was always hidden in his boxer shorts, protruding like a third leg. Fanny wanted to see the real thing. She'd seen it in the darkness of their backyard, just before it was hidden again inside Delphia's Cunt. The glimpse of her brother's cock helped as she toyed with her own genitalia.

James now informed Fanny that he was skipping some classes to fornicate with Tonya Castillejo, Penny Fowler and Sonjia Metusek. Fanny insisted that he describe each interaction in detail, taking pains to describe what each girl did to make him cum and how it felt to have their buttocks pressed against his pelvis. She made sure to give him the smarmy JW look of disapproval. But she listened intently nonetheless.

"You'd better make sure mom and dad don't find out." she cautioned.

At night, Fanny would imagine herself to be Tonya, Penny or Sonjia. She imagined James atop her. She imagined his phallus thrusting deeply in her Cunt, masturbating to this vision. She would cum. Afterward, Fanny felt embarrassed and ashamed at her incestuous diversion. But her devolutions into this magical fantasyland occurred with ever greater frequency. Her prayers did little to assuage her lust.

Fanny wondered if James harbored similar prurient thoughts. Try as she might, she could not rid herself of the vision of lying prone, mounted beneath him. James was the only person she'd ever witnessed having sex. Sure, she remembered her encounter with Joey Strong in great detail. But as time went on it was James' sweaty face growling his lust atop her, not Joey's. James was the only person she knew that might understand her fetish. They could never be in love, she was taught. They simply shared a love of having intercourse. Fanny listened intently as James described his angst at being celibate. He was not. No, James had occasional relief. Fanny had none. She yearned to tell him of her predilection, but could not bring herself to do so.

Instead, she found every occasion to surreptitiously measure his endowment and compare it against her own. She even made it her business to give him "unintentional" nipple slips and/or cunt shots. She then watched his reactions, always proud to see that her efforts bore fruit. James' phallus tented at the drop of a hat. Fanny’s ashen skin was constantly in need of lotion, to restore the golden ebony luster she contented herself with. She was not allowed to ‘paint her face with cosmetic vanities. So one day when she was at the local beauty supply shop, her lusty cravings were arrested by a display of lotions un a long plastic squeeze tube, capped by a big half round cap, which was as wide as the nearly two inch diameter. That tube was one her nightstand every night, and could be found in the shower with her, the next morning. After about 8 weeks, she returned to the shop for a new supply. To her delight, the shop had a special shipment of ‘bonus size’ lotion tubes. Instead of the normal 8 once containers, which were about 7 inches long over all; the new promo featured 12 ounces and with the semi spherical cap, it was a whopping 10 inches! Fanny bought two, and purposed to keep one of the tubes full. She just had to remember to take it to the shower every morning to keep it from smelling like ‘cunny’.

For a while Fanny to sate herself with the make-shift dildo, but it was not the real meat she lusted after.

Finally and inevitably, this little dalliance came to a head. Fanny chose a weekday in which James' complaints about his lackanookie peaked. She waited for the moment when James stepped into the shower and their father was at work. Mrs. Kittridge was downstairs cooking. Fanny gathered her courage, stripped her clothing (except for a bathrobe), and slipped into the bathroom as he showered.

James didn't hear her come in. The radio was playing, the shower was loud, the bathroom was steamy. James lathered himself from head to toe. He began to stroke himself. James masturbated languidly every time he bathed. He had to.

Fanny scooched her bathrobe up and sat on the toilet. She peeked behind the shower curtain to watch James. His eyes were closed. His cock was hugely erect, hidden beneath a foamy cloud of soap bubbles. Fanny suspected he would masturbate until he came.

This wouldn't do.

Fanny stood. She doffed her bathrobe to stand naked in the middle of the bathroom floor. She needed to catch James' attention without seeming to be too forward. Thinking quickly, Fanny bent to reach under the sink, making sure to knock over a few cleaning bottles, making enough noise to make her presence known.

Astonished at not being alone in the shower, James peeked out from behind the curtain. He was even most astonished to witness Fanny from behind, bent over, her neatly coifed cunt blazing confidently from between her buttocks. Already aroused, James' phallus leapt. What was Fanny doing standing naked in the bathroom while he showered? Look at that ass!

Fanny continued to piddle around under the sink. Swaying her ass sensually, she knew James was gazing at her cunt from behind. She wanted him to have a good, long look. She'd done as much as a girl could do. It was his move now.

James' mind raced. Instinct told him to pounce on that ass and ram it in. But this was his sister! More than that, this was his only friend and confidante in the house. He could lose her if he made such an inappropriate move without her consent.

And yet he wondered, why was she even in there? It's not as if she'd been in the bathroom first and he'd barged in on her. Fanny's presence was no accident. If she'd needed to pee so badly, there was another bathroom downstairs. Plus, she was naked! Who goes looking for Comet cleanser in the nude? Something had to be up.

Now a wicked thought occurred. Fanny had been really persistent, lately, to hear tales of his exploits. She'd made him go into detail and questioned him closely about the smallest minutiae. She'd wanted him to describe every sensation he felt during his sexual escapades, claiming an ignorance of the male perspective. Maybe, just maybe, Fanny was signaling her readiness for a walk on the wild side? It was worth a shot, anyway. She now stepped her feet out, apart, as she fidgeted with the various bottles on the counter. The vanity mirror was fully steamed.

Leaving the water running to mask any sound, James stepped naked from the shower. Streamlets of clear, hot water pebbled and ran down his chiseled body. His cock, already erect, locked onto Fanny's open cunt like a lurking jaguar. He stepped onto the bath mat, then up behind her, intending to accidentally-on-purpose bump his dick up against her cunt. He hoped she'd jump to the moon and they each could have a good laugh at the expense of the other.

Creeping up behind her quietly, James didn't have to point his dick into her crease. Fanny was still bent over, unaware of his proximity. Her ass swayed before him. From this position their genitals were perfectly aligned.

James watched intently as his cock zeroed in on her cunt. He couldn't believe that Fanny hadn't detected his presence behind her yet. Most people can sense the nearness of another individual if the intruder encroaches too closely. James' toes were almost touching Fanny's heels now. In another millimeter, the crown of his dick would press her fuzzy opening. James watched the impending collision with fascination. That first merger of cock and cunt is always the most erotic of any ongoing tryst.

Closer and closer still. Now Fanny's pubic hair began to tickle James' urethra, allowing him to sniff the heaven shielded behind her clasping labia. James drew a deep breath. He was almost there. A small nudge forward and his cockhead was bathed in the translucent stickiness of a queen cunt. Fanny's cunt yielded before his imminent insertion.

But Fanny did not jump or shriek. She set both hands down flat on the vanity counter, and held her ground before James' penile assault. In fact, she didn't seem surprised at all. She looked back at him as if he'd interrupted her while working a crossword puzzle at the kitchen table. Her look bore a mixture of curiosity and annoyance. And yet her hips continued to twerk gently, allowing James' phallus purchase at the opening to her Cunt proper.

It was James' turn to be surprised. Kittridge dick rested in the valley of Kittridge slit. Not all the way in, but not all the way out either. Fanny was amazingly wet already. James was already familiar with the ethereal joy of a sloppy wet cunt. The slightest thrust would bathe his cock in incestuous slather. And here Fanny was acting as if the whole encounter were an entirely natural interaction between assuming siblings.

James placed his hands upon her quivering buttocks. Still, Fanny didn't move away. An eternity of indecision ensued. Did she want to fuck? Because James' cock was certainly engaged and raring to go. But this was his older sister! Did he want his sister to suffer the same congregational shunning that he was currently enduring? No, he did not. And they were practically best friends! How would their relationship be affected by this impending action? Ramming your dick up a woman's twat always complicates things; it never simplifies. James was morally torn.

Ultimately, of course, James' phallus made the decision for him. Holding Fanny's ass steady, he pressed forward. Her cunt expanded widely before closing sloppily along the line of his veiny shaft. Four inches of cock disappeared into her Cunt. The familiar blinding wave of initial insertion engulfed James' sensibilities. Fanny did not demur. There could be no doubt. This was consent.

They were officially fornicating.

Fanny unleashed a full body shiver. She'd waited an eternity for just this outcome. She'd trusted James with news of her secret affair with Joey Strong. She'd held her peace during James' religious inquisition. James was the only person she could fully trust. And now his dick was easing its way up her ass. So thick! So deep! Fanny shivered again. They began to roil in tandem.

James suddenly pulled out as he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist. Fanny placed her hands over his, keeping the connection understood. Without words, he pulled her gently from the counter and guided her to the far side of the large shower. Once she was facing the tiled wall, opposite the source of spraying water, he slid his hands back, and grabbed both her wrists. He placed her two hands high on the tiled wall. This silent act confirmed his intent to copulate from behind her beautiful peachy ass.

A typical woman's Cunt is arched to accept a seven-inch phallus from the missionary position. An erect cock slips into this arch like a glove so that all her erotic zones are in play. Her tits, her lips and, most importantly, her eyes are fully engaged as a dick probes her cunt.

From behind, however, it's the reverse. The upward arc of a man's cock gouges an unintended wedge in the reverse arc of a cunt. The result, for women, is an unnatural pressure that makes a dick feel thicker and heavier. Such a dick is capable of roiling greater surface area, eliciting deeper penetration. It exaggerates the illusion of size. Often, doggy-style sex creates air pockets in Cunts, and facilitates a blunt slapping of a woman’s ass by her man’s pelvic surface; which generates that thwacking noise, so critical to the perception of "great energetic sex".

Fanny's senses were fully engaged as her brother sluiced his phallus into her. Normally, such first encounters ended quickly and awkwardly, followed by the shame and embarrassment of having one's fantasies so exposed. Fanny did climax quickly. She hadn't been fucked in several years. She was more than ready to be righteously railed.

James wasn't so disposed. He wasn't "in love" with Fanny, indeed, had never fantasized about her. Only the sight of her exposed punani while he was masturbating led to this encounter. Plus, his recent activities gave him a measure of immunity to new cunt. When Fanny skittered downward from her orgasm and realized that James was still back there pounding away, she was grateful. She knew that the aftermath of this fuck was likely to be an uncomfortable change in their relationship. She wanted to explode into bliss several more times before that happened.

Fanny straightened. She pressed her sweaty left cheek and both her tits against the wall, poking her ass out, that James might have a better target. She spread her legs a bit. The rhythmic slapping of their intercourse reverberated throughout the little bathroom, though the running shower dampened the sound. James reached around her hips and held Fanny's ass steady as he rammed his cock into her. Fanny quivered uncontrollably. Soon this would be over. There would be consequences, maybe some regrets. But right now Fanny's biology was dictating her behavior. She needed this in the worst way.

"Oh god, it's Good!" she thought. "I can repent in silence again. And I will. But right now I need this. Oh God, I need this!"

James' thick phallus was a tremendous balm for Fanny's smolder. Delphia had really taught him well. He reached around to caress her full, dangling breasts even as his cock continued to thunder home. In. Out. In. Out. Each thrust bouncing Fanny off the floor. She was enthralled. Her only other sexual tryst had been (repeatedly) quick and violent. Joey had mounted her missionary; the two of them came (repeatedly) in tandem. Today's encounter was Fanny's first attempt at doggy-style.

It was not James' first. Two orgasms in, James knew it was time for a little rump rangery. Still s

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At the end of first period Paula Fuller happened upon a casual friend, Kurt Kuhlmann, Denise Allen's boyfriend. Paula and Kurt had several classes together; they had a casual relationship. Paula served as Kurt's occasional confidant, a relationship that came about due to Kurt's friendship with one of Paula's ex-boyfriends. Kurt and Paula's friendship outlasted that relationship and had taken on a life of its own.

"Hey Kurt!" Paula challenged. "Whatcha doin'?"

Kurt responded, "Meh. Have you seen Denise? I can't find her."

Paula was aware of Denise's "every three days" rule and the rationale behind it. (Denise liked being blasted with a cum tsunami as opposed to a series of smaller pops.) Paula empathized with Kurt. She listened to his gripes about being subject to Denise's cunny ration.

"It's Thursday!" Paula laughed. "You must be ready!"

Kurt's look of woe contradicted the happy face he usually displayed on his scheduled days with Denise.

"Uh-oh," Paula cautioned.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Kurt groused.

He could hide his disappointment at being shunted aside by his girlfriend. His "acceptance" of Denise's caveat that morning had caused a rift between them. Sharon Minor had recently given him a mini-blowjob to assuage his fragile ego. Still, Kurt sought out Denise, hoping that she might re-consider. He mentioned most of this to Paula, all except the mini-blowjob part. Secretly, he hoped Paula might follow Sharon's lead. Paula would certainly be less empathetic given knowledge of Kurt's congress with Sharon.

Paula Fuller went to her second period class consumed with concern over her friend Kurt's problem. Of course, she knew all the pertinent details. Kurt wasn't shy about spreading his business around. She often assured him that most boys his age cum as soon as they get it in. Women expect it. It's not the first insertion that makes for an enjoyable fuck session; it's usually the third, Paula suggested, when a man's cock sensitivity has diminished.

Paula knew that this fact would do little to allay Kurt's ego. She knew, too, the person most in need of this bit of insight was Denise. Alas, she and Denise weren't close enough to discuss the vagaries of unprotected Cuntl sex. If Paula even deigned to broach the subject, Denise would know she'd been having intimate conversations with Kurt.

Even as Paula considered Kurt's plight, she was mindful of her own need. Where was that damned James Kittridge? He seemed to be possessed of an unusual measure of stamina. Their sessions earlier that week had been decidedly memorable, cooling Paula's rampant Cuntl burn with precision. Paula was in dire need of a top off. Perhaps she might find James and use him to clear her mind, using his dick.

That was her intent, anyway.

Paula rushed from her second period class to the school gym, hopeful of heading James off at the pass. Her blood was up. She'd gone without the day before. She thought that James might be amenable to a quickie, maybe not with dick, but certainly with some tongue. Her cunny moistened with anticipation.

James was nowhere to be found. He didn't even show up to gym class. Dejected, Paula trudged off to her third period class. She passed Denise Allen in the hallway and nodded a cordial hello. Denise recognized Paula as part of Kurt's extended circle. She didn't know the nature of Paula and Kurt's friendship, but didn't think much of her. Denise acknowledged Paula's nod rather less cordially than it had been offered.

It was a diss. Paula took Denise's coolness as a slight. They were women. Cattiness came as part and parcel of the genre.

Now it occurred to Paula that she might have a card to play in this newly perceived melodrama: Kurt Kuhlmann. Kurt and Denise were at loggerheads, right? And this friggin' cunt had the nerve to friggin' diss? James might not be available, but Kurt certainly was. Besides, he was a friend. And he needed some attention. Right?

Resolutely, Paula went in search of Kurt. She snagged him just as the third period bell sounded. He was already seated in class. Paula peeked into his classroom. She caught his eye and gave him the "C'mere" look. Kurt immediately responded, stepping into the hallway beside her.

"Listen," Paula said, "If you've got a few minutes to spare, I want to talk."

"Sure," Kurt said.

"Kurt, I've been thinking about your problem. I keep trying to tell you that it happens to all men, but you don't want to listen. If you like, I can show you a few things that might help."

"Whaddaya mean?" Kurt responded quizzically.

"I saw your girlfriend in the hall a few minutes ago. She dissed me for no reason. I don't like her, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't. I can show you some things. Maybe you can get her back. If you want her."

This was Sharon's schpiel, too. Kurt immediately recognized Paula's offer as booty call. How Denise's diss metastasized into a booty call wasn't his concern. First, Sharon had given him a mini-suck. Now Paula wanted in on the game. Kurt reckoned that his relationship problems tended to be cunt magnet. He resolved to have more of them.

"Show me some things? Like what?" he asked, already knowing the upshot.

"Follow me," Paula advised.

By now the school hallways had cleared considerably. Paula and Kurt had the main thoroughfares to themselves. Paula explained her rationale.

"Kurt, this problem you have with Denise's, er, 'snapper', is very common. I've told you this before. You get it, in, and all of a sudden its over. That's good for you. But it's bad for her. From what you've told me, she doesn't seem to mind if you're, quick. She minds that your, your, 'Money shot', isn't forceful enough. Do I have that right?"

Kurt nodded in agreement.

"OK. You're lucky. Most women want you to have a little more stamina. As I see it, what you need is a method to stock up on blast fuel. That way, when you , 'Finish', she can feel the, 'Rush."

Again, Kurt nodded his assent. In his mind he was thinking that Paula was going to suggest an artificial supplement that suppresses semen delivery while narrowing the delivery pipe, thus increasing the force of delivery. He'd done some PVC sprinkler work; the concept of successively narrowing pipes to increase delivery pressure was familiar to him.

Paula continued.

"Kurt, what you have to do is put it in, move it around a bit, and then pull it out just Before the, Finish, becomes inevitable."

"Pull it out?" Kurt wondered, bewildered at the thought.

"Yes, Kurt. Pull it out. Pull it out and don't touch it. Let it catch its breath. Then try her again."

"I don't know if I can do that. It all happens so fast."

"Well, the idea is to develop a tolerance. It's like taking a hit of cocaine. The first time you do it, it blows you away. Maybe the second time, too. But after that it takes more and more cocaine to do the trick. You develop a tolerance. You need to develop a tolerance for, you know, cunt."

"But she can suck me or we can do it up the booty and I don't cum too fast," he commiserated.

"We're not talking about her mouth or her ass, Kurt. We're talking about her CUNNY."

"She cums when I put it up her cunt," Kurt protested.

"Yeh, but she wants a quality orgasm, Kurt. There's a difference between cumming and CUMMING."

"So what do you suggest?" Kurt asked.

"Well. I didn't want to do this, us being friends and all. And you can't make too much out of it. I'll only do it this once. You understand?"

Kurt was very aware of where this conversation was headed. And very appreciative.

Ten minutes later Kurt and Paula were naked together in the back of a throwback Dodge van in the school parking lot. The vision of Paula's hairless Cunt had Kurt's phallus rocketing skyward. He didn't know that her shaven cunt indicated, to her female friends, a recent sexual encounter.

"Wow! You have a big one!" Paula mused, pointing to his lumbering cock. "I don't think I can take it right off the bat. Can you lick me before you stick me?"

Actually, this was a lie. Paula was fully capable of engulfing the big ones on sight. She was already wet. She just wanted some head. What girl doesn't? Kurt readily agreed. What boy wouldn't?

Paula lay back on the van's faux shag carpet, opening her legs for Kurt's consideration. He marveled at her nakedness. Her proportions were perfection itself. Paula's tits were pink and perky, and they wobbled like peach gelatin, ever so slightly each time she moved. Her abdomen, too, was free of excess, not athletically tight, but very softly feminine. Of course, her navel was an "innie". There was a freshness about her that contrasted nicely with that glint of lust in her green eyes. Her smile was guileless. She had two rabbit's teeth that were a bit larger than her others; her lips mimicked the heart shape of her vulva. They were red and sensual without the addition of lipstick. She looked as if she'd been born to suck cock, her mouth a second, more esurient, cunt.

Too, she went fully shaven. There were no hints of pubes under her pits or between her thighs, not even a smidgen of stubble. Even her forearms and calves went shorn.

And her cunt? Get right outta town. Bald as an egg! Paula had two bubbly labia majora and two luscious pink labia minora guarding the entrance to her canal. Crowned with a fat little pliable clit, her exposed slit would make a dead man cum. She sparkled with gleam. One could eat at her Y for hours and not go unsated.

She certainly didn't have Denise's soft pelt of curly ebon down between her legs. Kurt had no way of knowing that Paula's golden carpet had only been recently scraped away. (High school boys are always fascinated by a woman's pubic mound, hair and all, reasoning that any fifth grade girl can be bald down there. High school girls don't tend to know this; they shave their pussies according to the most current beauty trends.)

Kurt was a huge fan of Denise's fuzzy pelt though he didn't mention it much. In fact, it was the silken slide of Denise's luxuriant twat that usually engendered his ejaculate.

Paula's shaven cunt was nice. Kurt thought he could give her a poke with some measure of restraint. He knelt between her thighs to inhale that first obligatory sniff of paradise.

There's always something about that first sniff. People in long-term relationships know the sniff intimately. It grows on them over time. Like fine wine, it becomes a source of comfort, an opiate, a safe port in a storm. All other things being equal, that first sniff of poonan can keep a couple seething in lust for decades.

Too, every cunt in the world has its own unique aroma. At its best, it's sultry. Sweltering. Alluring. When that aroma tweaks the right olfactory nerves the sex can be amazing. Scent is easily the most powerful of the senses. It's why jungle cats pee on trees.

Paula's cunt whispered of riotous wildflowers, rhododendrons, fine tawny port, dick, and Lagerfeld cologne. One might easily imagine flocks of hummingbirds hovering manically about her cleft, competing for the privilege to siphon sips of her most intimate Cuntl nectar.

Paula smiled up at Kurt lazily. She knew the dizzying effect her cunt bouquet had on men. Having Paula's radiant cunt before him now, inches from his face, Kurt was appropriately dazzled. In his wildest dreams he'd never thought he'd get the chance at both Paula Fuller and Sharon Minor in the same lifetime, much less the same day.

Kurt nudged his nose into her cleft. From this proximity, Paula's cunt seemed almost magical. He drew a second, more personal, whiff, savoring the flavor. Paula could feel his hot breath coursing breezily over her shaven labia. She always loved that part.

Men!

But it was also lesson time. Paula got down to brass tacks.

"I'm going to let you suck my cunt for a little bit, Okay? I like it. I think you'll like it, too. It gets me wet for when you go to put your dick in. If you like, I can suck you, too. What's important is this: You must not cum. I want you to note each time you are ready to cum. Try to find the point where it's inevitable. Stop just before you get there. Whether it's in my mouth or my cunt, if you want to get past all this cumming too soon, you have to get used to being inside me. You understand?"

"I think so," Kurt replied. He was already read