Sheri Frick
Lust Against Her Will

Chapter 1

She came out of the back door of her house, sleek and graceful, all pale, flashing legs and flowing blonde hair, all bright blue eyes and soft, red, perpetually pouting lips, all quick, lithe youthfulness, with a subtle yet easily perceptible aura of sensuality about her that said: She's ready.

Nickie Darcy tossed the thick towel over the back of a lawn chair with practiced expertise, never glancing in the direction of her target. Her eyes were only for the beckoning coolness of the pool, ahead.

The dark knit fabric of her two-piece swimsuit was an inviting contrast to the pale softness of her flesh. The suit was skimpy to begin with, and she had grown-to be sure-since she'd first gotten it the year before.

She was tall for her few years, almost five foot four. But she was fresh-faced, almost childlike in the hints of baby-fat lingering in her lovely countenance.

Her throat was graceful and smooth, an invitation to the lips of lecherous men and hot young boys. It flowed in clean young lines to her slender shoulders. There was a light sprinkling of freckles, so faint that they were almost invisible, across her upper chest.

Everything about her was so like a young girl-child.

Her waist was trim and smooth, her stomach and abdomen fat. Beneath the gentle softness of lingering baby-fat so thoughtlessly pressed by the elastic waist-band of her swimsuit bottoms were taut muscles. She loved to swim and run and ride her bike-and if the sensations of the bicycle seat jostling against her almost hairless little cunt lips and the dormant nubbin of her – clitoris, sending sweet waves of delight rippling through her slender frame, were an added incentive for the journeys down shaded roads, what of it?

Her hips were slender, barely stretched with the onset of puberty. And her ass was the tight, molded, saucy half-moons of a young girl-child, clearly outlined in its perky movements by the tight bottoms.

Her legs were long and slim, trimly athletic and shapely in their gentle curves. Her legs made men think of base pleasures, pleasures that were surely unknown to the finely made girl-child who walked on those marvelous legs.

But if all else about her seemed to say she was but a beautiful girl-child, they were overruled by her breasts.

Her breasts, Nickie's breasts, the breasts of this ‘child' were, in a word, perfect.

Nickie's breasts weren't little girl's boobies, or the pear shaped tithes of a barely pubescent child.

Nickie's breasts were firm, thrusting mounds of creamy sensitive flesh, jutting proudly away from her. Her breasts were the richly curved swells that girls and women years her senior dreamed of, wished for. Her breasts were the shape of half-globes, and tipped with tiny pink nipples that were sooo sensitive and became rigid little points at the least stimulation.

Her breasts weren't the fatty, overabundant knockers of some adolescent girls. Nickie's breasts were as saucy and proportioned as the rest of her-only a bit more so.

She strode to the edge of the pool, her nipples erected and clearly outlined against the sensuous pressure of the too-tight top. She poised at the edge and raised her arms over her head, preparing to dive, the motion lightening her top on her so that the upper swells of her breasts pushed above the line of fabric so that her tight little ass cheeks were clearly shown by the year-old suit bottoms, so that her long legs became still more lean and smooth.

She bent her knees and sprang outward, towards the center of the pool, turning with smooth grace to knife into the glassy surface of the water.

The coolness was an Invigorating shock after the heat of the day. For long moments she explored the bottom, her healthy young lungs holding the air for almost a full minute before letting herself float to the surface,

Her head broke water. Her small, quick fingers went through her wet hair, bringing it back and away from her face, Her cheeks were slightly flushed with exertion and the glistening droplets of water seemed to gleam on her skin.

Languidly, she turned over and floated on her back only her head, toes, and the twin peaks of her snowy breasts breaking the surface.

But Nickie Darcy was an adventurous girl, a girl who loved excitement and new things-especially if they offered the promise of pleasure.

Because Nickie had inherited her disposition and proclivities from her mother and father.

She quickly grew bored with sedate floating and set out to swim ten laps of the pool.

With the same impetuousness she brought to everything. Nickie began kicking and stroking towards the end of the pool, then turned, precisely and strongly, and pushed off towards the other end.

She loved to feel the stretching of her muscles, the strangely satisfying, twinges of pain in calves, and shoulders that came with the exertion. She was aware of-her body, aware of it with a lucidity and appreciation that were not only far beyond her years, but beyond many who lived far longer than she had.

It was in this very same pool, not too many weeks earlier, that she had been horsing around with her brother. It had begun innocently enough, when her brother Ted had pulled her suddenly into the pool. It was purely accidental when he'd torn loose the straps holding the halter of her suit-and exposed her budding breasts to his youthful gaze.

And the knowledge of his eyes on her naked breasts had somehow excited her.

She climbed out of the pool and reached for the towel, luxuriating in the feel of the plush terrycloth against her sensitive flesh. She loved the sensation of touch-perhaps too much for her own good.

Quickly drying off, she-headed back into the house and ran up the stairs to her own room. Almost by reflex, she glanced out through the window of her room at the window on the other side of the patio roof.

It was through that window that she had watched her brother, excited after the pool incident, jerk on his hard, erected young cock until he'd spurted his creamy froth out. Through that window she had seen where he hid the photo-filled magazines that excited him.

She pulled a pair of panties from her dresser drawer, then decided to wear her faded blue-jean cut-off s and a tee-shirt.

She remembered how she'd sneaked into his mom and taken the magazines, how he'd caught her…

…how she'd tugged at his young cock with her own small white hand, duplicating the motions he'd used till he shot his hot spunk all over her quivering, exposed flesh, and how his fingers had worked at her sensitive, toe-ready little candy clit till she'd writhed and come herself.

She was an adventurous girl! A curious girl!

She was her mother's daughter, her father's daughter. She was a hedonist, a sybarite as much as they were.

She finished dressing and padded barefoot down the stairs, then out the front door to go to the mailbox. Her mother was out shopping, her brother still slept, her father away on another-yet another-of the sales trips that kept him away from home for such long periods at a time.

She passed one of the funny little basement casement windows-and remembered the night when Tod had come to her room and led her out through the sweltering night darkness. She remembered so vividly watching her mother and father getting it on in the basement rec room through that window.

And then Tod had eased his throbbing young hardon into her hungry little slit. It was the first time she'd ever had a boy, though she'd stripped away her own cherry the night before, in the steamy bathroom.

There were two magazines, a bill from the phone company and a letter to her mother from Uncle Ernie. Nickie closed the mailbox door and hurried back to her home.

She was just pouring the milk over her cereal when she heard the sound of a car door slamming, then an engine-and by the time the car was roaring off down the street, Nickie was at the window, watching.

Barely two minutes had elapsed since the car left when another pulled in.

The tall, handsome, virile-looking young man got out of the car and strode to the door of the house. And just as Nickie had expected-and hoped-there was Mrs. Norflus, nearly bursting with ripeness.

Nearly bursting out of her totally unconcealing housecoat.

Nickie giggled to herself and darted up the stairs to her brother's room.

"Tod," she said hurriedly. "Tod, Tod, wake up!"

She leaped onto the bed beside her brother's sleeping form and began shaking him.

Tod opened one eye-and found himself looking directly at one bobbling Nickie breast as his sister jumped and shook him.

"What time is?" he asked, annoyed.

"Eight-thirty," she said, dismissing that subject for its unimportance in comparison to the news that followed. "Tod, Mrs. Norflus is at it again!"

At that, her brother opened both eyes and sat upright in the bed. The sheet fell away to his waist, revealing his stringily muscled, bare chest. "You mean her-old man took off?"

She nodded excitedly. "And her stud just arrived! C'mon!"

Tod hurried out of the bed and followed Nickie to the window of his room. From there, they could easily see across the fifty or sixty yards to the Norilus' house-and with the aid of the powerful, precision-made binoculars Tod had gotten as a Christmas gift the year before, they could see in living technicolor all the fun and games of Mrs. Norflus and seemingly unending succession of young studs that paraded to her door-and bedroom-when her husband went off on one of his frequent business trips.

They were lots more fun, as neighbors, than the previous residents-an elderly couple.

Sam and Janet Norflus had moved in only a few weeks before. Sam Norflus was in his late fifties, paunchy, with a brutal, peasant's face. He was a big shot for some chain of stores and was constantly taking off to visit the branches.

Janet Norflus was in her late twenties, with an ordinary face, rich olive complexion and a figure that caused traffic accidents. Long, shapely legs, full, rounded ass, pinched waist and enormous, ripe breasts and a disposition that made ambitious men glad.

Time and again, Nickie and Ted had watched from his bedroom window, taking turns and arguing over who got the binoculars. The Norflus bedroom window was right over the Norflus bed-a huge, satin-sheeted, circular affair.

And it never failed. Less than five minutes after her husband left on one of his trips, Janet Norflus was at their doorway, greeting in a succession of handsome, well-dressed and well-hung-studs.

Nickie shivered in anticipation-and gladness. Just a few weeks before, prior to her eventful visit to her Uncle Ernie's house, she wouldn't have fully appreciated what was happening with Janet Norflus' escapades.

But now she could. And did.

"There she is!" Tod exclaimed, peering through the field glasses.. Nickie knew that he wouldn't be willing to relinquish the binoculars yet, not till the voluptuous housewife had stripped off her clothes and exposed her bountiful charms to his gaze. She strained her eyes to see-but couldn't make out any details.

She could see the housecoats opening, though, and the movement of the young woman and her service attendant towards each other. She could see the man push the housecoat back and off the woman's shoulders, to fall in a crumpled heap at her feet. She could see the man's hands moving over her, exploring her.

She could feel her own nipples stiffening in empathetic response to the caresses the sensual wife was receiving across the lot.

Nickie glanced down at her brother's shorts and saw the telltale bulge of his own hardening prick.

"To-od," she cooed, running her fingers lightly over that bulge, feeling him tighten at her knowing touch. "To-od, aren't you going to let me look? If you're piggy about it, well… " She gave his half-bard penis a quick squeeze and then removed her hand completely.

Ted looked down into her clear blue eyes and then thrust the field-glasses into her hands. "I believe in sharing with my little sister," he said, emphasizing the little to remind her that he was aware of her curves and charms.

"Oh, he's the best one yet," she said, watching intently. Janet Norflus was working at the buttons of the young man's shirt, then pulling it away from him, her fingers becoming less certain as her haste increased.

When the shirt was gone, she ran her hands through the mass of thick, dark hair covering his chest, savoring the feel of its silkiness.

The man, meantime, was hefting the weight of her huge breasts in his fingers, gently fondling the big, fleshy masses till her enormous nipples were stiffened. Her aureoles were easily the size of fifty-cent pieces, perhaps bigger, and her nipples weren't, far off the size of those on baby-bottles.

As he tweaked those large, sensitive nozzles, Janet was unfastening his belt, the snap of his pants, his zipper. With clumsy, passionate baste, she pushed them down over his hips-and then dropped to one knee to continue pulling his pants and brightly striped briefs down over his powerful thighs, over his knees, over his hairy calves.

She quickly unlaced his shoes and pulled them off, then brought her hands up to lovingly caress his enormous penis!

Nickie gasped with the realization of the size of the man's member. It was. huge! It was enormous! It was gigantic!

It was turning her on just to look at it!

It didn't cool her off to have her brother's hand reaching inside her tee-shirt to fondle one swelling breast and play with one hardened little nipple.

Nickie stared through the binoculars as the man stepped out of his pants and underwear. Janet Norflus was bringing her hands up to that huge dick, running her fingers with loving adulation over its length and thickness, licking her lips for the visual benefit of the I over-sized young stud,

She stretched up and planted a gentle kiss on the broad, purplish glans, a kiss that lingered and sent a shudder through the man's body, a kiss that opened as her mouth sucked the swollen knob between her lush lips.

Tod's hand moved to her other breast-and then was suddenly gone.

Nickie swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, and turned over the binoculars to her brother.

"Oh, wow!" he whispered appreciatively. "She's licking him off! Oh, wow!"

Nickie stared out the window, trying to make out the specific details of the hot stuff that was going on in their neighbor's bedroom while running her hand the front of her brother's shorts to his throbbing cock bulge. Watching the lonely young housewife's adventures always excited Tod, but Nickie could readily sense that this time was something special.

She slowly pulled open the fly of his shorts and put her cool, soft fingers inside to gently caress the sensitive flesh of Tod's dick-and then suddenly withdrew her hand.

With a groan of resignation, he handed her the glasses.

Nickie stayed as she was, on her knees, and peered out at the window.

And sucked in her breath.

Even as she watched the lugubrious scene, the horny young wife was sucking in her lover's huge prick! Slowly-slowly-inch-by-inch, the massive member was disappearing into the woman's mouth, between her full, luscious lips till the man's balls were slapping up against her chin and her month was working on the base of his shaft in the thick, hirsute pubic tangle.

Then, with equal languor, that thick rod began to reappear from between her sucking mouth ups, coming out of the sheath of her throat with a glistening coating of saliva.

All but the, head was withdrawn before the movement was suspended for a long moment of vigorous sucking. And then, again, that stupendous penis was being eagerly swallowed back into the horny young woman's receptive throat.

Nickie found her own breath quickening, her little nipples throbbing as much in response to what she was watching as to what her brother's hand was doing to them beneath her tee-shirt.

Tod moved the fingers of his other hand to her waist and deftly undid the snaps. Eagerly, he pulled her shorts down. He sucked in his breath at finding her naked beneath them, at having her almost hairless little quim exposed to his eyes and hands.

He gently ran one finger up and down between the downy fringed lips of her slit-and then pulled it away. Without protest, Nickie handed over the binoculars.

As he put them to his eyes, Tod moaned. For while he watched Janet Norflus quicken the rocking of her head back and forth over her stud's stallion prick, his sister-still on one knee was dropping his own shorts.

Nickie ran her fingers lightly, caressingly up and down the insides of Tod's strong young thighs. She let them trail through his pubic hair, twining the strands between her fingers, letting the palm of her hand just brush the base of his throbbing dick.

While her paramour put his hand on each side of her head and dragged Janet Norflus' mouth closer to him, Nickie was bending close to blow her breath lightly across the blood-gorged head of her brother's cock. She loved watching his physical reactions to that: the quickening of his breath, the sudden upward twitching of his dick, the slight jerk of his hips, and most of all, the visible, progressive tightening of the flesh of his-scrotum around his balls.

Cupping Tod's testicles gingerly in her fingers, putting her other hand flat against his abdomen at the base of his prick with his cook jutting out between the spread ‘V' of thumb and forefinger, Nickie pressed her head forward and placed her lips against the glans of his prick.

Tod moaned at the touch-and the moan became a half-sob of passion as she continued the pressure and lips.

His knob slid inside-and she immediately began twisting her tongue all about it. She closed her lips on the flange behind and sucked on his cock.

And abruptly pulled back, relinquishing him.

Tod let go a low growl of frustration, but handed over the binoculars none the less.

He let himself down to his knees beside his sister's half-naked form and put his arms around her. His hands came to rest on her breasts beneath her tee-shirt and his fingers reveled in the resilient smoothness of her tits.

Nickie was completely entranced by the more urgent movements of the young stud's hips as he thrust his cock In and out of Janet Norflus' mouth. His hips were pistoning, heaving back and forth, up and down, as if he were flicking a pussy, rather thin a mouth.

For her own part Janet Norflus was showing her gratification at the act by the fact that she'd brought her hands up to clutch the broad muscular buttocks of her mouth-fucking lover, pulling more powerfully, more deeply into her ready oral embrace.

Faster and faster he moved, the strength of his thrust rocking Janet Norflus' entire body so that her enormous tits swung forward and back, hitting his thighs with soft weight on the fore swing.

Tod's hands were urging Nickie to kneel fully, on both legs, and to raise tip. Without thinking, she complied-and then a thrill went through her as she felt the prodding of his stiff young cock as he rubbed it against her flesh.

She could feel the velvety glans rubbing down through the furrow of her pert little ass cheeks, between the juncture of her taut, quickly shaking thighs, finally pressing in against the soft, swollen lips of her slit.

Nickie sighed in relief as she felt the head thrusting in through the entrance, pushing apart the walls of her tight little cunt.

She groaned as her brother brought his full weight in behind the drive of his cock. The dick head slid further and deeper into her, pushing far into her ready receptacle, hotly into the place where she loved to feel it.

And then Tod let go a deep, throaty sound of passion. Nickie's vagina had suddenly tightened on him, clutched on his cock bearing down on the stiff invader with lusty strength. The sudden stricture almost-but not quite-coated the spunk from his hot young testicles.

What had happened to cause Nickie to squeeze her brother's mole-digging dick with such suddenness was what she saw through the field glasses.

The young, extraordinarily well-hung stud had suddenly stiffened and driven his cock into Janet Norflus' mouth up to the hilt. Her nose was actually pressing into his abdomen as he shook and bucked, while her hands still held-him tightly to her.

Nickie could see his ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as the strength left his knees. She could see Janet Norflus' head jerk n she strained to control the swelling, pulsing throbs of the spunk spewing cock. She could see the woman's throat working rapidly as she swallowed all of the come she'd so assiduously milked from his big balls.

Suddenly, the woman's mouth was opening-and Nickie was unable to suppress a gasp of surprise, and erotic arousal as she saw the thick white froth of the studs come spill out from between her full lips and cascade in an ivory stream down over her chin; to drip viscously onto her full, thrusting breasts.

Nickie began moving her hips back and forth, in time to her brother's thrusts inside her vagina. She could feel the hard shaft of his young cock rubbing between the tops of her thighs and as she felt that rigid bar of flesh moving upwards, her excitement was enhanced by feeling it and anticipating it a split second before it actually throbbed up between the sensitive, clutching lips of her cunt.

She watched the young stud's thick, long cock slip out from between Janet Norflus' froth-covered lips to flop limply and languidly down and brush against her chin.

The size of it! she thought, struck by the immensity of the penis even as it lost its stiffness. It was, she knew, even larger than the gargantuan monster hanging between the thighs of her cousin Frank and certainly much bigger thanShe groaned and put the binoculars down, leaning forward slightly to grip the edge of the window sill with her hands. Tod had grabbed her hips and was pistoning his own loins back and forth, battering at her buttocks with his hard, flat abdomen as he shot his hard cock in and out of her little twat.

She released her grip on the window sill with one hand, letting the fingers of that hand find their way to the secretion-drenched mass of her downy, stripling pubic growth. There, she let her fingers find the sensitive, hard bud of her pink clitoris and roll it with devastating effect.

Tod grunted. Her vagina had locked tight about his cock in response to the movements of her fingers on her clit, and he knew that he was only moments from coming in her. He pressed his dick into her as far as he could, taking advantage of the angle to let the cock head actually run up against her cervix. With a last, great groan of urgency, Tod heaved his dick forward, burying it completely inside her with such force-that his balls swung up to slap against the backs of her thighs.

Nickie, her oversensitive vaginal walls completely aroused, could feel each swelling pulsation through the long tube running the length of the underside of her brother's dick as his sibling semen rocketed upwards through his cock. At last the great load of his come reached the little pee-slot in his glans and blasted out, spewing about the inside of her cunt and hitting the walls of her womb like cannon shot. Spitting like a garden hose, his cock jerked and spasmed inside her, and Nickie felt every movement till at lastShe felt the familiar coiling ball of tension beginning to come unraveled all at once as the first humping jerks of her orgasm were upon her. She mewled, then whined, then finally let loose a squeal of pure delight from deep inside her throat at her rush. She was coming, coming hard and strong with her brother's young, hard dick shooting the load of his throbbing, brotherly balls home inside her.

She loved to feel the weight, the heat of his jissum as it splattered inside her, hitting and clinging to the walls of her cunt, splashing about deep In her innards. She loved the feel of any man's spunk sloshing about inside her.

Nickie clenched her vaginal muscles about the drained, dwindling length of her brother's penis, milking the last drops of his precious jewel juice from him.

Tod, weak and exhausted, the strength rapidly leaving his knees and arms and legs, slipped backwards so that his ass rested on his heels. His dick slipped out from between the clutches of Nickie's cunt lips and from between the soft, gentle, secretion slicked pressure of her thighs.

Nickie, breathing deeply, weakly trying to regain her strength, picked up the field glasses and again trained them on the bedroom window of the Norflus' house.

There she saw that the housewife and her stud had moved to the huge satin-sheeted circular bed.

Completely engrossed, Nickie watched as the stud began kissing his way down the young woman s slender throat to her shoulders and chest-and finally let his lips linger on the massive invitation of her lush breasts.

At first, his mouth teased and taunted bet. His lips grazed and kissed everywhere on the huge tits, licking and sucking the smooth flesh-but always avoiding her nipples. His tongue and mouth would come so close that Nickie found that she held her own breath in empathetic anticipation of the touch-but always he would skirt the outer edges of her broad, dark brown aureoles and never, but never, touch the nozzle-like, thrusting points of her big nipples.

As Nickie watched, she could see him insinuating one hand between those sleek thighs. Readily, Janet Norflus spread her legs for the ease and touch of her lover.

She began to rock and undulate, simultaneously responding to the knowing touch of his hands at the entrance of her hairy gash and thrusting her nipples at the man's mouth with unmistakable invitation.

And as Nickie watched, that invitation was rapidly becoming pleading. She could see the woman's lips move as she spoke, see her eyes tightly shut, see her hands come up to grip her own mountainous breasts and push the stiffly erected points towards her lover's lips.

But he was almost ready-and with sudden hunger, he put his hands on each of her breasts, pressed them tightly together and dropped his-greedy mouth down on the point of their meeting.

For Janet Norflus' breasts were so bountiful that when they were pressed almost liquidly together, her super-hung lover was able to suck both of her nipples at once. Janet Norflus gripped the man's hair, driving his face down into the soft yielding flesh of her tits, pressing him lightly to her, so that his mouth had no chance to leave her nipples.

He wormed his other hand back down between her thighs, and while Nickie couldn't actually see it, from the back and forth, in and out movements of his arm, she could tell that the oversexed young housewife was getting a vigorous finger-fucking.

How many fingers? she wondered. One? Two? Three? Four? She put her own hand down between her thighs, letting her forefinger become sinned with the wet overflow of her brother's come and her own secretions, then slowly, lovingly slipped the tip between her cunt lips. Just for her own, purely hedonistic pleasure, she bore down on the Invading digit with the muscles at the entrance of her quim, just to feel what it was like to be caught in that stricture.

The stud withdrew his hand and raised himself over the eager young housewife. As Nickie watched, she saw the long, thick cock dragging over Janet Norflus' thighs even as her hand came up to grip and guide it.

The swollen head, huge and throbbing, disappeared between those hefty, rounded flanks-and then the stud was lowering himself again, driving himself forward, the broomstick-handle-thick shaft boring up and in to the waiting opening between her legs.

Even as that broad, pale rod vanished from sight, Nickie could see the visible results of its movement in the contortions of Janet Norflus' face, the tensing of her muscles, the wriggling of her lips. At first, judging from the expression on her face, the insertion of that huge cock was painful to her. But as it touched bottom and the stud began stroking in and out of her wet slick twat, her expression changed the one of rapture, of ecstasy.

Nickie thrust another finger into her own tight little quim, working the two digits rapidly in and out of her throbbing cunt.

Suddenly, she felt the touch of her brother's hands on her calves, just below the knee. At his urging, she spread her legs far apart. Crouched as she was, this left Nickie's beautiful little cunt completely exposed, flinging small beams of reflected light from the secretion-slick lips.

Tod, lying on his back, slipped himself forward so that his face was directly underneath her vagina. His tongue flickered out, rimming the entrance to his sister's sweet honey-hole. From her anus to her clitoris, his tongue licked and laved.

Nickie, already thoroughly turned on by what she was watching, began grinding her hips downward toward her brother's open month. She felt his lips close over her vagina and felt his knowing tongue worm its way into her slick tunnel of loving.

Both hands freed, she put the glasses back to her eyes and watched as Janet Norflus brought her legs up around the small of her lover's back, her heels digging almost viciously into his muscular ass. Her nails were raking his shoulders and back and she flung her head violently from side to side, mouth opening and closing in what Nickie knew where the sounds of pure pleasure escaping her lips.

The stud's hips raised and lowered at an ever increasing tempo-and then changed their movements. His hips began to sort of rotate, and Nickie realized with sudden appreciation that inside Janet Norflus' receptive cunt, the length of that monstrous penis was moving around and around like a swizzle stick.

Oh, wow! she thought heatedly. I'd sure like to find out what that feels like!

As she watched, Janet Norflus' hips suddenly heaved, her entire perspiration slicked body began to writhe and wriggle-and her young stud's hips began to rocket up and down with short, powerful, almost brutal strokes. They were coming!

And so, she realized as her brother's expert tongue and lips worked their wonders, was she!

Nickie's hips jerked spastically, her cute little ass cheeks clutched and clenched, her tight young quim contracted, as the first waves of her orgasm washed over and through her.

"Ooohhh! You're so sweet to me, Tod! Y-you're such a good brother to meeeeEEE!"

Her words turned into a wail of pleasure as the full strength of her orgasm was rushing through her slender, almost child-like body. Beneath her tee-shirt her breasts heaved and bobbled, jiggled and bounced, rubbing her stiffly erected nipples against the fabric of the shirt, heightening her peak even as her legs shivered from the strain and began to fail her.

Shaking, Nickie quickly dropped her hands to the floor, forgetting the binoculars as she caught herself and fell back to lie weak and drained beside her grinning older brother.

"How was that, Sis?"

"Great," she whispered weakly. "Just super Tod."

The grin got wider and Nickie closed her eyes. Yes, life had gotten a lot more pleasant in the weeks since she'd stripped away her own cherry with the soft, slim, smooth rubber handle of a black-scrubbing brush in the bathtub. Since she'd jerked off her brother while he simultaneously whacked her off. Since she and Tod had gotten it on in the night outside, the window of the basement rec room as they'd watched their parents getting ft on. Her first male come, that night!

Yes, she'd discovered a whole new world of pleasures since the beginning of the summer. She thought of the time Tod had taken her to watch the guys from the varsity football team ganging the head cheerleaders-while Tod fucked her in the ass. She thought of the night Tod had sat-simply sat-and watched her doing herself with the rubber dildo he'd found. Somehow, just knowing he was watching had made that so much more satisfying.

She thought of the afternoon when her mother had been out shopping, Tod had been playing ball and Nickie herself was alone in the house. The cable TV salesman had been most appreciative of the great wealth of Nickie so clearly visible above, below, around and through the damp towel she'd quickly wrapped around herself when she'd heard the door-bell from the shower. What was so amazing about him was the fantastic quantity of come he'd deposited in her willing cunt.

Yes, there was all of that for young, innocent looking Nickie to recall. But what she loved remembering most of all was her last visit to see her favorite cousin, Suzanne, and big, loud-mouthed, easy-going, generous Uncle Ernie.

She remembered her mixed emotions when her mother had first revealed the invitation from them to go and stay for a few days. Suzanne's house was in a wealthy Connecticut town, a bedroom community that was really a suburb of New York On the one hand, she didn't want to give up the sheer physical exuberance of her sexual adventures and exploits.

But on the other hand, she and Suzanne had always been close and it had been a while since they'd• spent any time together. Not to mention that she was hoping to be able to talk to Suzanne about her ‘achievements.'

And of course, somewhere deep in the back of her mind was the glint of an idea that maybe, just maybe, she would have a chance to demonstrate her newfound prowess with her absolutely fabulous cousin Frank.

She'd had a crush on Frank as long as she could remember. So did just about every other woman-and more than a few men Nickie suspected-who met him. He was good-looking, but that had never been his primary attraction. There was a certain aura of animal sensuality about Frank that promised…

A small smile spread across Nickie's lips, as she dozed. Tod saw it and wondered briefly what it was from, but he knew that as with everything else about his sister, sooner or later she would share it with him.

Yes, she remembered so well that visit.

Her mother had noticed that Nickie's development was rapidly making all of her present wardrobe obsolete. And the trip to Uncle Ernie's was an excuse to ‘pick up a few things.'

The two of them had spent the day shopping and having a good time, eating lunch out and enjoying the covert-and overt-stares of hungry male eye. For Nickie, it was the thrill of having grown, mature men give her the eye.

For her mother, a youthful, vital woman who didn't even look her thirty-two years, it was a double kick because more than once, she and Nickie were mistaken for sisters, rather than mother and daughter.

And the next day, her mother had driven her to the airport. Nickie had been looking forward to having good times with Suzanne and possibly an adventure and fantasy fulfillment with Frank.

She'd never expected what happened.

She'd never forget it either.