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CHAPTER EIGHT

During the night's activities in Kelly's room, Lilly had lain in her own room unaware that her father was at that moment applying his gin-soaked lips to the naked flesh of her big sister's pussy. After her shower, she had happily climbed into bed and slipped between the cool sheets with her mind spinning over what had happened to her. She could still remember how great it had been to have Curt take her housecoat and panties off and initiate her in the secret pleasures of her young, tender body.

Yet she had gone to sleep even before her mother came home. It was not her habit to go to sleep so early. Not even to go to bed so early, for that matter. But it had been, after all, a very special night for the youngster. Basking in the warm lassitude after the relaxing hot shower following her dad's seduction, she floated off to sleep in no time at all. The next morning when she awoke, she found that her pussy was just the slightest bit sore but nothing to bother her too much. Tossing the covers off her nighty-covered body, she raised the bottom portion just enough to admit her hand and then pulled down her panties.

She peeked inside the undergarment and took a long look at her pouting pussy. Nothing changed, she thought to herself. The plump, rosy little hillocks of her pussy were just as they had been before she gave up her virginity. The same tiny blond hairs still curled wildly up from the top. Her delicate twin lips still were separated only by the thin line of the slit at the center, giving no indication at all that the thick, powerful horn of her dad's big prick had been buried there the night before.

Jeez, she thought to herself, it's no different. If I'd known before how good it feels to have a big thing like his up my cunny, I would have done it a long time ago.

But she had second thoughts on the matter as she rose and began dressing. She couldn't have done it very much earlier in her life, anyway, she reasoned, because her ninnies and cunny hair were almost brand new – and she didn't think Dad would have been interested in her unless she had at least that much to offer him. She smiled to herself and wondered how she would look in a few years. When her ninnies got big like Kelly's and her mom's, and when she had as much cunny hair as they did, then she bet her dad would really love stripping her clothes off and doing nasty things to her.

At breakfast the entire family seemed to be in a very good mood although not one of them knew each of the separate and secret reasons this was true. Curt didn't even give Kelly a bad time when she asked to go out with Rex that night. It was Saturday and he was taking Karol and Lilly to a movie, so it was okay if Kelly wanted to go out with Rex as long as she got home early.

Afterwards Karol kidded him about his good humor. "What's wrong?" she joked. "You didn't even refer to Rex as that 'long-haired, pimply-faced hippie' like you usually do."

Curt just shrugged and went on reading the paper. He could hardly tell her the real reason for his high spirits: that he had the night before made the pleasant discovery of their twelve-year-old daughter's precocious penchant for screwing. The thought of her young, hairless pussy around his cock gave him chills of pleasure. He never would have believed himself capable of sinking that low. But now that he had tasted the kind of sex thrills possible from her pubescent tits and pussy, he knew he was going to want more.

Curt felt proud of himself – albeit in a very dirty, guilt-ridden way. He now enjoyed access to the secret sexual delights of three lovely females – an experienced, curvaceous wife, an eager sexpot of an eighteen-year-old daughter, and an innocent, beguiling little twelve-year-old daughter. Let the other guys chase after the broads on the streets and in the bars, he thought to himself. I've got more nice, fresh meat right here at home than they'd ever dream of.

That night he left for the movie with Karol and Lilly just before dark. They were attending a drive-in, and Lilly didn't want to miss the cartoon that came on at the beginning.

After the rest of the family took off in the car Kelly went to the bathroom and began preparing for her date with Rex. She was feeling great. It was the first time she'd been with him since before the vacation to the park, and a lot had happened since then. Mainly, she had discovered how much fun it was to let a guy other than her dad have a little bit of loving from her. Her scene with David in his car had pointed the way toward further experiments. And tonight it was going to be with Rex.

Oh, he didn't know it yet. That was going to be part of the fun of it. She giggled to herself as she powdered her tits and applied a liberal splash of perfume down the smooth skin of her naked torso and legs. She was probably going to wind up seducing him instead of having him seduce her, she realized. But that would be fun.

She stepped into her panties and wriggled the sheer material over the sumptuous curve of her ass, donned a one-piece mini-dress that left her thighs in view all the way up to a few inches below the danger point, and combed out her long, black hair till it covered her soft shoulders like a shawl. She took a bra from her undie drawer, held it up in front of her for a second then tossed it back.

Dad would have a shit-fit if he knew she was with Rex without a bra covering her fat tits, but what he didn't know wouldn't hart him. She grinned at the thought of how Rex, shy as he was, would react to the sight of her firm knockers underneath the thin material of her mini-dress top. She couldn't wait to see him sweat with desire for her while she played it cool as though she had no idea where his thoughts were.

She had time to take one last look at herself in the full-length mirror before she heard his car park in the driveway. She jiggled her torso and watched how her proud tits bobbed freely under her top, then turned around and surveyed herself from behind. Perfect. Her willowy, curvaceous legs disappeared under the hem of her dress at just the right spot – a shade just below the place where the firm cheek of her trim ass joined the slender column of her thigh. And the light summery weight of her dress and undies left her hard buttocks enticingly evident beneath the soft fabric.

When the doorbell rang she met Rex at the door and asked him in. He was a tall, chestnut-haired young man with shoulder-length locks and a rugged body she found very pleasing.

He thought she'd be ready to go and was surprised when she asked him in. He didn't exactly get along well with her parents and didn't relish the idea of being around them – especially her creepy dad. But when she explained they were gone, Rex smiled and came on in.

"Thought you wanted to get to the party earlier than we usually do," he said. "Do we have time to sit around here?"

"I thought we'd do something a little different tonight," she said, seating herself on the couch. "Let's have a drink before we leave for the party, okay? To celebrate being out of high school and being adults, if for no other reason."

"Want some weed?" he asked. "I got some over at my brother's house. I could get it in a jiffy. You could go with me if you like."

"Why, Rex!" she exclaimed in mock-surprise. "Shame on you. You wouldn't just happen to be trying to get me over at your brother's house because he's gone for the week-end, would you? Remember, you told me a few days ago he'd be…"

"No," broke in Rex, "hell, I wasn't trying to trick you into anything, Kelly." Even though he knew she was only joking he couldn't help replying as though she were serious.

She laughed at his fluster and said the real reason she didn't want to go was because the weed would stink up the house.

"My folks would be sure to smell it when they come home tonight from the movie," she said. "Then my dad would really hit the ceiling." Rex forgot about the marijuana. "They're at the movies?" he repeated. "They're gone for the night?"

"Sure," she replied innocently. "Didn't I mention they'd be gone tonight when you came over?"

She made them a pair of drinks and led him down to the family room in the basement. On the way down she spilled a few drops on the front of her dress and cussed at herself. She took a hanky from her pocket and dabbed it on her bosom.

"Hold my drink a sec, will you?" she asked, handing him her glass. They were standing close now and she knew very well he could hardly avoid staring down into the swollen top of her low-cut dress while she was dabbing away with the hanky.

Rex's Adam's apple bobbed as he warily turned his eyes downwards, believing her to be totally oblivious to his peeking, and gazed at the tantalizing mounds of succulent flesh that rose and fell every time she took a breath.

Look at that, Kelly thought to herself, he's really getting an eyeful. And he thinks I don't even know what's going on. This is neat – if I'd thought of it I'd have spilled a little on purpose. She mentally filed the idea away for later use.

They plopped onto the big leather couch and she sat beside him just long enough to make sure he got a nice whiff of her perfume, then she was up again. She put a record on and sat down in a different chair. Now she was directly across from him.

Shit, man, Rex thought to himself, look at the way she's sitting. I bet she'd freak out if she knew how far I can see up her dress. What a groovy pair of legs she's got – and what a great shot of 'em. I can damn near see up as far as her underwear!

Kelly idly crossed her thighs and took a big drink from her glass. With her eyes turned upward for a second, he took advantage and darted his gaze to the hem of her skirt. As one thigh settled over the other, he was rewarded with the briefest flash of bright yellow high between her legs.

Sonofabitch, that was her panties I just got a peek at. Wish she'd do that again – I sure would love to get a better look between her legs. She's so fucking fine I can't believe it!

Kelly had finished her drink. She suggested another and he wondered if they'd have time before the party.

"Rex," she coyly asked, "how would it be to just mess around here for tonight instead of going to the party. Would you mind? You know, we could stay here in the basement rec room and watch TV while we have a few more drinks or something, I don't know… just take it easy. What do you think of that?"

Rex was perfectly satisfied to do that as long as she was sure her parents wouldn't be around. She assured him they wouldn't, that if he left by eleven or so he'd be sure to miss them.

"I'll just be a minute," she said, scurrying upstairs to make the new drinks.

Rex fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch while she was gone. He'd never been so completely alone with her as long as he had been dating her. And the way she was dressed showed off her curves in a way that made him know he was going to have a hard time treating the evening together as coolly as she seemed to be doing.

"Would you help me a minute," she suddenly called from up the stairs. "I decided to just bring down the whole bottle so we won't have to keep running up and down every time we want a drink. I have ice and everything with it, too. My arms are too full."

Rex hurried to the stairs and reached up to take some things as she handed them down. But he got more than he anticipated – as he reached up, he realized he could see all the way up her legs to the very junction. And there he saw the flesh-padded crotch of her tight-fitting, bright yellow panties.

With one bottle clumsily in his hand and his fingers about to accept another from her, he clumsily dropped everything. Nothing broke but he was quite embarrassed. He hoped to God she didn't suspect the reason for his dumb move.

"You okay?" she yelled, "What did you do, stumble?"

He was picking up the things from the floor. "Yeah," he answered. "Yeah, I kind of stumbled. I don't know how I did it… a wet spot on the floor, I guess."

As she came on down the steps and finished picking things up, she thought to herself, I'll bet! I've got a hunch the only wet spot was in your pants – when you pissed all over yourself from the beaver shot I just flashed you.

Kelly knew he hadn't really been able to see any hairs, but she was pretty sure the crotch of her panties was plenty to get him all excited and clumsy like that.

Midway through their second drink she flipped on the TV. Into the third she felt him gingerly touch her shoulder as he put his arm on the couch behind her.

Wow, big deal, she thought to herself. He's actually touching me. I think he could use a little help.

She boldly reclined against him and took his hand in hers. She drew it around her and left his fingers at the point where they just touched the taut front of her dress. It was the first time she had ever been so direct with him.

"Better watch out," he nervously joked. "Touching you there might get me a little excited."

Things were going too slowly for Kelly. With the experience she had behind her she no longer enjoyed pussy-footing around.

"Oh really?" she asked, her voice warm with interest. "I wouldn't want to do that, Rex. I wouldn't want to get you excited. Are you really? Let's see if you are."

She promptly blew his mind by putting her hand palm-down in his lap and patting his pants in search for his penis. Before the flustered boy could react to her unsuspected move, she smiled mischievously and said, "Just as I thought. You were fibbing, weren't you? I don't feel anything in your pants. And if you were really excited I think I might feel a lump there."

His move was automatic. With her so close to him, and hearing her talk as she was, he couldn't have restrained himself. He hesitantly let his fingertips glide over the swollen area of her dress where her proud tit pushed up tightly against the fabric.

His eyes grew large. His face trembled with desire. The warm mound beneath her dress was making a nervous wreck out of him.

She moved her face toward his and her eyes were warm and inviting under her long lashes.

"Go ahead," she said, her voice low and sexy. "If you're wondering whether I'm wearing a bra or not, the answer is no."

As she spoke, she let the hand in his lap slide over his pants till she came to the outline of his stiff cock. With teasing manipulations of her fingers, she touched the hard knob and let him know she was aware of how hard it had become.

Now his brow was sweating. He couldn't believe she was acting the way she was. He couldn't take his eyes off the swell of her tits, and her words kept running through his mind… no bra, no bra, no bra. His cock was pulsing like a dynamo.

He opened the top button of her blouse, his fingers fumbling but strong on the cloth.

He managed a smile. "You shouldn't a' said that," he told her, his voice cracking… "You shouldn't a' told me you was naked under your dress, Kelly."

She only grinned impishly and thrust the bulk of her torpedo-shaped mammaries forward. The space freed by the loosening of the button was made tight again.

He unbuttoned the second and the same thing happened. Now she was positively bulging out. He could see all of one tit except for the nipple and a large portion of the other. With a teasing smile, she sat her glass down on the table and flipped the last button open herself. Her tits sprang out like warm, hungry little animals.

"This the way you want me?" she inquired. "Like this, where you can see what I got?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, his words slurred from the alcohol and his growing passion. "Yeah, it sure is the way I want you. Jesus Christ… naked as the day you was born!"

Her hand was still on the head of his cock where it pushed against his pants. She sat bare-breasted before him and stroked the hard bulge as she spoke.

"No I'm not," she said. "Not unless you think I was born with panties on my bottom."

He suddenly remembered what he had seen when he looked up her dress on the stairs. Recalling the flash of yellow silk at her crotch made his cock quiver with excitement.

"Sonofabitch," he cried, falling forward on her naked tits, "I can't just sit here and look at those fucking things."

He took a double handful of the rich, creamy flesh and began milking them with slow, deliberate motions.

"Nobody said you had to," she rejoined. "And how about this little item? It's no fun for a chick to feel all that hot meat in your pants without being able to get her hands on it."

She drew down his zipper and tried to haul it out all in one move, but his foreskin got snagged in the process.

"Ooops, sorry," she said, resuming her task with greater care. Now he could feel the warm pressure of her fingers on the long, heated flesh of the stiff shaft.

"Fuck it," he declared, "I don't care of you rip a gash in it as long as you keep your hand on it like that!"

Their desires were out in the open: no more need for game-playing.

"Wanna see the rest?" she boldly asked.

"Fuckin' A!" he rasped.

"You too, then," she stipulated, nodding at his pants.

Rex tugged them down as she rose from the couch and took her mini-dress at the hem, raising it over her hips and sliding it over her tits and shoulders like peeling a ripe fruit. By the time he was out of his pants and furiously at work getting his shirt and shoes off, she was already standing in front of him with nothing on her body but the canary yellow panties and a deep tan.

He hadn't taken his eyes off her during the entire process. As soon as his last clothes hit the floor he fairly dove at her. They rolled together back onto the big leather couch and she giggled, flushed with the excitement of his hands on her newly naked curves.

"Not so fast," she kidded. "I might break."

Rex kissed her hungrily on the neck and cheeks, then covered her lips with his and bestowed a surprisingly chaste kiss upon her. She put her arms around his neck, looked him deeply in the eyes and, removing her mouth from his just far enough to speak, said, "Isn't this better, baby?"

She surged her tongue into his mouth and flicked its tip across his strong white teeth. He eagerly opened his mouth and let her in the rest of the way. Her tongue found his and their spit mingled hot and sweet. Rex returned the pressure, forcing her tongue back into her mouth. She applied a suction and he felt his tongue being slurped inside as though by a whirling riptide.

He fell forward on her and their mouths never disjoined. She rolled onto her back and accepted the virile weight of his body between her legs. Suddenly, with no prior touching at all, Rex found his chest pressed tightly against the resilient mass of her plump boobs and his stiff cock rubbing the thick curls of her big black bush. He freaked out at the touch of his manhood upon her naked cunt, and began jabbing the head of it wildly. It didn't hurt her any, but it pissed her off that so much good cock was going to waste.

"Hold on," she whispered. "We got plenty of time. Here, lemme show you what to do with that horny thing."

Kelly took it between her thumb and forefinger and guided the straining knob into the vestibule of her damp pussy. At last it was meat against meat instead of against the thick muff of her cunt hair. She wasn't fully aroused yet by a long shot, but she was still able to slip the head of it inside far enough to keep him on target as he thrust away at her.

"Ungh!" he grunted, feeling the slick, moist lips close over the hot head of his prick. "Goddamn, lemme go in… lemme give it to you nice and deep."

Her panties were only a few inches below her groin since neither of them had bothered to take them right off. The urgency of their contact had made the wispy yellow undergarment just slip a bit lower on her… low enough for him to get his cock over the elastic. On the first full stroke of his ravenous instrument, his balls caught on the waistband and he yelled bloody murder.

"Rex," she complained, "will you take it easy, for Christ's sake? I don't even have my fuckin' panties off yet!"

She wiggled her ass and peeled off as far as her knees, but before she could get them any lower her cunt was sharply penetrated again by his rock-hard machine.

Now she was hotter than before. She didn't want to wait. Rex was obviously losing all traces of his former shyness and she wasn't about to let a bit of his handsome young manhood go to waste. She spread her thighs open for him and when she felt his shin rip through her still-hanging panties, she was beyond caring about them.

"That's okay, baby," she gasped, hunching her ass to meet him. "Don't worry about my damned panties. I don't care if they get ripped to shreds as long as you take good care of what is underneath 'em!"

"Oh shit, I'm gonna do that?" he cried, pumping her full of meat as fast as he could go. "A while ago I was just dying to get a glance at this thing and now I've got my prick in it. Whoopeeeee!"

She loved the feel of his hard muscles and the vigor of his stiff cock. It was much better than having the softer, older body of her dad working out between her legs.

"Sideways, a little, Rex," she whispered, urging him aside with her firm, slick thighs. "There… ah, that's good… I wanna feel it in a certain place… ah… ah, right there… that's great… oh Jesus, you're whopping me good now."

But it was soon evident that Rex was a bit too active. In his fiery zeal at being allowed in her panties for the first time, he was letting his cock take over… and it was pushing on toward climax with no slowing down.

She wrapped her legs around his and began hunching along with him, increasing the friction and raising her tits into closer contact with his heaving chest. When she heard how hard and fast he was breathing, she had a sudden fear of him shooting off too soon and leaving her high and dry. She was getting terribly hot and juicy, but she wasn't nearly ready to end the party.

"Hey baby, take it easy," she begged. "Don't let yourself go yet. Hold back… wait for me to get my cunt all fired up before you go shooting your gun!"

Her words fell on deaf ears. He was beyond talking, too, much less reasoning with. She wasn't even sure he heard her talking to him in spite of the fact that her mouth was only inches from his sweating face.

He started making funny noises in his throat and she knew she had to catch up now or never. She squeezed her wet cunt lips as tight as she could around the ramrod that threatened to explode any second, and crammed her firm, muscular little ass into high gear.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned, "… oh please wait… I'm getting there, please don't drop your load yet… Rex… Rex!"

"Ungh… uuuungh!" he groaned heavily, driving on faster and faster toward release.

"Rex, I'm so close," she screamed, her tits drenched with sweat and her pussy smoking. "I gotta have it just a few minutes… oh shit, just a few seconds longer, lover… oh God, I'm gonna die if you shoot your nuts off now. Rex… Rex!"

But it was too late. She felt the warm gush of his jism flood into the quivering abyss of her cunt like a river of molten lead. Rex wheezed hard, an expression of bliss crossed his face, and he fell on top of her like a dead soldier.

Kelly's pussy was melting with desire but the instrument of that desire was now utterly gone. It made her feel like a slut to do such a thing, but she couldn't wait for him to recover from his orgasm and help her out – she jammed her fingers between her legs and went to work. Her face was frozen in intense concentration as she gazed ecstatically at her plump little skin-purse and flipped her fingers in and out like crazy. The juice was running from the bottom of her excited slit as thick as hot piss.

She was whispering to herself, her words barely audible. Air hissed from between her teeth and the expression on her face made her look as though she was taking a yardstick up her ass.

"Come on, pussy," she lisped, "come on and lemme have it… oh Jesus, do I need to come… I'm gonna – oh my God, I gonna freak out if I don't get my cookies… oh… ooooh!"

She had been at her task longer than she knew. Because Rex had not only recovered from the intense pleasure of his climax, but had raised a half-hard again. He couldn't believe what Kelly was doing to herself right there in front of him. He'd heard her mumbling intensely to herself and looked up to see what was going on, to discover the girl lying on her side with her hand between her legs. She was so involved in what she was doing he could tell she didn't give a damn if he saw what she was doing or not.

He stared transfixed at her as she beat her pussy lips and urged herself on with little words and whimperings. It was the first time in his life he had ever seen a girl masturbating… he wasn't even sure girls did such things. The very thought of Kelly stripping naked and giving herself a hand job would have been sufficient to raise his temperature several degrees. And here he was actually seeing it in person! Her hair flew like a wild woman's, her long legs were clinched together tightly, the sweat poured down in streams from her plump, bobbing tits – and her fingers were frigging the wet, flapping lips of her cunt faster and faster.

What had been a half-hard very quickly became a full-hard. Rex was young enough to recover virility pretty fast, and the sensual sight Kelly was displaying before his eyes made it happen for him in an amazingly short time. He crawled to her and feasted his eyes on a close-up of her nimble fingers churning away inside the steamy red folds of her excited cunt. The purplish end of his cock pulsed with energy and his balls swung heavy with spunk.

"Goddamn, Kelly," he cried, "you're working on that thing just like a man does, ain't you? You ought to know I can't lie here and watch that kind of shit without needing some more pussy myself!"

Her eyes were rolling and he could see that she was only dimly aware of his presence.

"Come on, honey," he urged, "lemme back in the saddle and this time, by God, I'll keep popping it to you till you come off… come on, lemme sock my prick in there and do you some good!"

He rolled her flat again and put his hand on hers. For a few seconds he contented himself with accompanying her hand as it went about its delectable task. Then he insinuated his fingers under hers so that he was soon doing it for her. Now she was hip to what was happening and she welcomed his participation.

The sight of his newly hardened prick made her eyes light up like Las Vegas. She was too far gone to be interested in doing any talking, but when she saw he was ready to go again she flopped her legs apart and held out her arms for him. Never for one second had he let his fingers stray from her burning cunt. Now he rolled on top and gratefully accepted the new position of her thighs. She felt his prick plowing through her pussy hair and in seconds it was right beside his active fingers.

"Now you're gonna get what you need, you hot mama!" he cried, lowering himself onto her wet front and burying his thick organ deep in her sweating canal.

A low groan escaped from her lips.

"Take it, baby," he yelled, "take a good hot fuck off me! Take my prick all the way up your snatch!"

Kelly roiled her ass sideways and pumped it up and down to meet him with increasing speed. Her tits bounced like new melons, her legs arched to soak up every ounce of prick-meat he was putting out, and she felt a fire swelling slowly but surely from somewhere deep inside her guts. Her throat was dry and her entire body trembled from the intensity of her scorching hunger for his driving prick.

When she opened her mouth, nothing came out except a low-pitched wailing sound. She gritted her teeth and hugged his hard muscle deeper and deeper. Now she could do it, now she felt it coming, now she could give herself up to what she needed so badly.

Upstairs in the foyer, Curt unlocked the door and let Karol and Lilly in after him.

"What's that?" he asked. "Do you hear voices in the basement?"