They decided on a science fiction thriller. I wasn't interested in anything except getting a cock between my legs. The more I thought about it, the stickier and wetter my crotch became, but I didn't want them to know my cunt was burning like a raging inferno.
I parked on the back row because there were few cars back there, none around us. Within a few minutes, the two of them were in a lip lock and so tangled together they looked like Siamese twins kissing. They dug their hands into each other's shorts. The only thing it was doing for me was making me ache more to get a dick in me. I made my excuses of going to the booth to get some popcorn and Cokes, suggesting they shuck their shorts off in the back seat and get it on if they wanted it that bad. They were crawling into the back seat as I left.
At the stand, I got a Coke and stood loafing a minute.
"Hi, Sheila! Long time since I saw you."
It was Bob Owens. He is a halfback on the school football team – not really anyone I ran around with, or would again – but my hot box tingled at the sound of his voice.
"Hello, Bob. How have you been?"
"Good! You here alone?"
"Not really, but I could get loose for awhile. Why?"
"The guys I run with had dates, and Judy went out of town with her parents for the weekend. Thought you might let me buy you a Coke then come over to the car and talk awhile. You look like you could use some company and I know I could."
"All right, but I already have my Coke, so just get yourself one."
As he got in line, I thought to myself – I'll just bet you could use some company. I found myself looking at his strong build. His back and butt looked like solid muscle. I even had a hot gushy feeling run through my pussy. As I followed him to the car, my cunt was throbbing with passion. His car was parked in the back row, and there were no cars parked for two spaces on either side of him. Not that I'd have cared – the desire burning in me was nearly out of control.
We got into the car and he wanted me to sit closer to him. I did move closer, straight into his arms, locking my mouth on his. As we kissed, I was shocked at how bold I'd become, and wanton. I slid my hand straight to his crotch and the source of my hungry need.
His cock was nearly hard and its size sent a thrill through me as his hand found its way under my top and to my naked breasts. I was fumbling with his zipper, trying to get it open. I wanted to touch and feel that soft covering flesh over the enlarged, hardened muscle. He stopped and pulled his hand from my tit.
"Here. Let me get it open for you. It's in a cramped position and hurting."
In seconds, he had it open and was seeking my mouth with his again. His tongue slid deeply into my mouth and I began sucking on it as he darted it in. My hand was on his burning rock-hard dick. In my mind's eye, I could see the veins on it that were swollen. I could feel them, and I explored his shaft. I was in awe at how soft the skin felt, yet it was so hard and throbbing at the same time. I could feel the power as the blood would surge through it, pulsing with his own need to bury it in my burning depths. Still locked in our kiss, I let my hand fondle his swollen balls and the sack covering them.
I could no longer contain myself. Pulling back from him, I bent my head down towards his cock, scooting back to get to it easily. The big Buick's seat left me room to spare. He caught my head in his hands.
"Sheila, you don't have to do that."
"Bob, I've always wanted to kiss one. Please, don't stop me."
He let go and I bent to his powerful tool. I wasn't sure what I wanted until my lips touched the heat and soft flesh of his cock. I put the tip of my tongue to it cautiously at first. Then I took the head of it into my mouth, letting my tongue explore the slit and tiny hole in it. Next, I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, licking it like a candy stick. He was squirming and groaning, as I sucked his balls into my mouth, sack and all. His balls filled my mouth. I wallowed them gently around, tonguing them and licking, savoring his taste and smell. I then returned my head to his cock, taking it again into my mouth. I began working it up and down, taking it as deeply into my mouth as I could without choking on it, and letting my tongue circle around its head, then nibbling the shaft ever so tenderly so I wouldn't hurt his exquisite cock. His hips were twitching and moving in his helpless throes, animal sounds and moans coming from him as I quickened the sliding pace on his dick.
I knew he was about to come and I wanted to feel the hot burning jism filling my mouth so I'd know what my pussy was craving. The more he moaned, the hungrier I became. I felt his tool swell, and the first splash hit the back of my mouth. I began swallowing the hot, thick liquid. It had a slightly salty taste, but it tasted delicious to me and I wanted every drop of it. He was shooting into my mouth so fast and hard with gobs of the gooey jism that I couldn't swallow all of it fast enough; it was running out the corners of my mouth and down my chin. The streams felt like molten hot lava running. With each jerk of his cock and hips I sucked gently, swallowing until he groaned and bucked one last time. Pulling my head away, I wiped my mouth, licking my fingers clean, then bent to lick his softening cock clean. I was determined to get it all.
I'd been fingering myself while doing all this to him and my cunt was a raging fire of passion. As I sat up, leaning back, he caught my shorts, working them off with my help. I raised my hips, making it easier. How they had gotten unbuttoned and unzipped, I had no idea. When we'd been kissing he must have done it, because I didn't remember undoing them.
He pulled them free, guiding my legs and hips toward him, with my back against the door. He spread my legs, one in the seat behind him, the other on the floor. They were as far apart as he could get them. At the same time, he pushed my top up and began kissing my tits, sucking the hard nipples into his warm mouth. He sucked each one this way, biting on them as his fingers stroked the wet slit between his thumb and forefinger. He began massaging the hard little organ as he trailed his tongue down over the tight, trembling muscles of my belly. As his mouth came closer to my pussy, he parted its lips, his body sliding onto the floor. I nearly screamed in pleasure as he caught and sucked my love button into his mouth, sending his tongue over it as he settled into lashing it.
Within moments, every muscle in my thighs, stomach, and hips was twitching to his tongue dancing over it. With the foot and leg on the floorboard, I began rubbing his cock, feeling it grow into a hard piece of steel. I could stand it no longer.
"No, no, Bob. Please, stop, I want your cock buried in my cunt! Damn you, fuck me, that's what I want! Put that prick in me and split me in two!"
He wasted no time scrambling up on top of me. I caught his cock in my hand, guiding it to my wet opening. As he slid it in, I wiggled my hips to meet him, helping him fuck me. It was fatter and bigger than the biggest boy's had been, the evening I was raped, so it was going in slower – even with my cunt dripping wet with the passion I'd had while sucking him, and his hot tongue lashing me. Each fraction of an inch filled me slowly. Wild sensations were racing out from where it was pushing into me to explode in beautiful feelings.
I threw my leg up over the back of the seat. As he ground his hip into me, I was hurling my ass up on it. It hit bottom with an inch left. He began his in and out motion, slightly rotating his hips. I grabbed his ass, pulling him into me harder. At his third drive, the last inch slithered into me, his balls resting against the crack of my ass. The heat of them sent a wild sensation racing up my anus and I bit his muscled shoulder. He was driving it into my pussy with long, hard strokes. The squishing of his dick in my juices was driving me wilder as was our moaning and animal sounds of sheer pleasure. We were two wild animals driving at each other in pagan, primitive abandon, and with as much force. I was gnawing my lip and whimpering. I was begging him to cum in me, pleading in wild frantic abandon as each climax in me became harder.
Then I felt the hot cum spurting into me, splashing against my walls, bathing them with its liquid hot fire, searing me to the center of my being. A wild scream of sheer unadulterated pleasure was ripped from deep in me as the hot fluid poured into my burning hole. The muscles in my cunt were milking him. They'd tighten around his prick in spasms of pleasure. The agony of each powerful drive of his ass burying his prick in me was ecstatic. My legs were locked around him, pulling him into me with all the strength I had so that I could feel the white sperm shooting into me.
I was totally a wild thing beneath him, bucking and urging him on in my sexual frenzy. I wanted to feel his juices filling me until I'd exploded into a thousand pieces. I was biting him and raking my fingernails along his back as my shattering climax tore its way through me. Then we were still.
He must have, come a bucketful in me. I could feel it oozing out around his dick and streaming down the crack and cheeks of my ass. He gave me his handkerchief as he pulled his flaccid cock out of me. I wiped myself up as best I could with it, then slipped my shorts on and pulled my top down. I think my getting so wild had scared him because he was acting funny.
"Can I drop you off somewhere, Sheila? This is past where I came into the show and I have to get my old man's car home or he won't let me use it for awhile."
"No, I have to get back to the friends I came with. Bob, is something wrong?"
"No, I just have to get the car home, or I would stay."
"I'll see you again, then?"
"I don't know. If Judy finds out, she'll kill me."
"Then we'll keep this to ourselves!"
With that, I got out and shut the door. I went to the concession stand where I purchased three buttered popcorns and three large Cokes, then headed for the car.
On the way, it amused me that he'd acted so darn scared and silly. I still wanted to fuck though, and would have if he hadn't run off like a scared kid. When Judy sees his back and shoulders, she'll know he's been with someone else, I thought to myself.
Barb and Norma were still naked as I opened the door. It scared them and they jumped apart, looking at me wide-eyed. They were facing each other in the back seat. Barb looked back over her shoulder at me in fright. I slid in and set the box I was carrying in the seat and closed the door as quickly as I could.
"God, you scared us."
"What the hell you two still doing naked?"
"We were just lying here resting, and talking. Why are you mad at us? You're the one that got Norma and I started."
"Hey, I'm not mad or anything!"
The three of us decided to split, and go home, listen to records, and talk and watch television.
Once home, we got into our sleep wear. My shorty was a little sheerer than theirs, but I loved the passion purple color of Barb's. Norma's was fire engine red, mine a powder blue. I think that's why my nipples showed through so easily, and my pubic hair. If you looked hard though, you could see theirs. The sexy three, that's what we laughingly decided to name ourselves.
We drew the living room drapes and the ones in the den, then went to the kitchen to see what we could load up on to snack.
"Sheila, I know a couple of girls we can work on to join our group. One's into fucking, but I don't know about the other."
"Who?"
"Nancy Draper and Carolyn White. Carolyn is into fucking because I heard her talking about it at school pretty regularly. Nancy, I don't think so, but she is so small and cute that I'd like to eat her up and get her into fucking."
"Well, we'll see. I can dig what you're saying about Nancy now that you mention her, but we need to be cool and proceed with caution. The wrong girl and we could all be in a tub of hot water."
"Okay. When the time's right, you let me know and we'll try getting them off alone where we can talk to them."
"Okay. Where's Barb?"
"She went into the den."
When we went in, Barb was looking at the TV guide, but her eyes targeted on the V of Norma's crotch, then riveted on mine. A perverse urge stung my mind. I wanted her to eat my pussy still wet with Bob's and my own cum. The thought turned my knees weak; a hot rush ran over my body, starting from my pussy.
"Barb, it's my turn now, so you can quit looking at her until my box is fixed. Norma, why don't you suck on my tits while she's doing me, then I'll eat her while you work on her tits. Then I'll eat you too because I want to taste your cream."
Barb scampered to the floor as I sat down, then she reached up, peeling my bottom down until I stepped free from it. She slid her hands up my legs to the round, firm cheeks of my ass. She hugged me to her face, kissing my patch of hairs while Norma lifted my top off. Standing there naked between them, I felt like a queen with her handmaidens attending her needs, for Norma was kissing my neck and ears, running her hands over my tits, lightly caressing them, as Barb was caressing my round curves below.
I felt her tongue snake between my legs and wet puffy lips of my cunt. It shattered any composure I had. I simply let my legs go from beneath me as I fell back onto the sofa, splaying my legs apart as I went. Her head followed my crotch like a homing pigeon, as she licked up and down my slit, causing tremors of delight to spend themselves through my body. I moaned in pleasure as I felt her hot tongue probe into my hole. She was rolling her tongue around. The noises of her suction at my hole meant she was drinking the residue of Bob's and my juices from the cavity. A climax spasmed through me.
Norma was going from tit to tit, biting and suckling my hardened nipples. I had stripped her bottoms away and my fingers were in her hot slit. I probed into her opening, rejoicing at the silken feel of her burning flesh. I let my thumb massage the hard button of her clit. It was sticking out from the sheath like a hard, miniature dick. I was pursing and gnawing my lips in my sexual agitation. With Barb's tongue licking and lapping at me, and lashing my clit, my lust was burning my senses. I heard myself telling Norma to straddle me so I could suck her beautiful clit.
As she began getting into position over me, I looked into her dark eyes. They were glazed with lust and wondered if my eyes were smoldering. She lowered her pelvis to me, pushing it toward my face. Licking my lips in my need, I cupped my hands around her hips and pulled the round orbs of her ass to me. My mouth was watering with need as I gazed at that hard protrusion sticking out from its covering. I was helpless in my desire to suck it as I had been of Bob's cock. My nostrils flared as I drank in the musky, pungent smell of her sex. A spasm of pleasure exploded in my head as I sucked and lashed her clit.
Barb's tongue was darting over my own clit, causing the muscles in my legs and body to jerk with each electrifying touch to the sensitive organ, just as Norma was dancing to the racing rhythm of my tongue. I could feel Barb fingering her pussy with her free hand. Norma's animal sounds were primitive in her hunger to reach the apex of wild abandon that I was driving her to.
I could feel the tension mounting in each of us, drawing us along on the sweeping tide of our most pagan desires, driving us in wild, wanton abandon. I was rapidly coming toward a climax. Wetting my finger in Norma's cunt, I began working it into the tight splinter of her ass as she wiggled and shoved back onto it. Barb was running her finger into the hot tightness of my ass at the same time.
The exquisite feelings assailing my body from so many directions at the same time was too much. I climaxed and felt the white-hot heat fusing and binding our bodies together, the fluids of my body flowing into Barb's sucking mouth as Norma unleashed the dam of flooding secretions from her own climax. She screamed wildly as her climax racked and shook her body. Then, weak as a little kitten, she rolled over to sit by me, trembling like a leaf and panting. Barb sat back, still fingering herself frantically in her need to unleash her climax. She looked so torn in her desire, so pathetic, that I sank to the floor, spreading her legs as I went. Pushing her hands away, I lowered my face to the moist lips, sucking her agitated button into my mouth. Norma began sucking her tit, while stoking and playing with the other.
I began lashing her clit in earnest. With our combined efforts, she exploded wildly, thrashing about so hard it was nearly impossible to keep her clit beneath my tongue. She screamed as her body arched like a drawn bow, then she collapsed, fainting dead away. Norma and I looked at each other in amazement.
"Is she all right?"
"I guess so. She's breathing."
"I've never seen anyone with so much tension in them as she had when you sank between her legs."
"The climax was as intense as any I've ever dreamed of having."
"Me too!"
She began stirring around. Her face had a satisfied look to it and she stretched.
"Are you all right?"
"I've never felt better in my life! That was the best climax ever. I felt like my whole body turned red hot and exploded into a shower of molten liquid. God, it was good!"
"You had such a pained expression that you scared me too, Barb."
"I wanted to cum with you two and when I saw the two of you going off it made me want to much more. I was frantic, too. Then when you put your mouth and tongue on my cunt, I went crazy. I could feel my cum breaking loose in me."
"Well, it scared hell out of us."
"Sheila, we ought to get our nighties on. Your dad could come in any time now."
"Yes! Hadn't we ought to slip something more on to cover ourselves so your father won't be embarrassed?"
"I guess so, but it's up to you all."
"I think it'd be fun not to, just to see how he'd act. Unless, of course, Barb is too bashful."
"I'm not, if Sheila is game to let him catch us in our nighties."
"Hey, I don't care. He sees me in mine every night and morning. He may be my father, but he's still a man. You may find yourself in a position of giving him some pussy."
"I wouldn't mind that. What about you, Barb?"
"I never thought about it, but he is good looking, and he's experienced. No, I wouldn't mind at all if it came right down to it."
Without realizing it, Barb had given me an idea. Still, I wanted it to happen just right, and not with Norma around. Not that I minded the idea of letting my father screw her, I just wanted it to happen right. I knew my father hadn't been going out with any women since Mom had died, so I knew he'd probably enjoy some pussy, and all the better if he got a little young tail like my girl friends'.
We were watching the late movie as his car pulled into the drive. I held my breath as both girls sprawled in positions designed to give him an eyeful of their assets. It amused me, but I still held my breath to see what his reactions were going to be.
He didn't bat an eye as he came into the living room. I bounced up and gave him a welcome-home kiss, and, giving my rump a playful pat, he said, "Hi, girls! How's the world treating you?"
"Great!"
Both girls twisted around so he could see their boobs. Norma gave him a real beaver shot as she opened her legs to get up. If it disturbed or bothered him, he didn't betray himself as he chatted with them, sitting down in his favorite chair.
"I'm Norma Strong, Mr. Henderson. This is the first chance I've had to meet you, although Sheila and I have been going to school together several years now."
"My first name is Gerald. Norma and my friends call me Jerry. Any friend of Sheila's is a friend of mine." He offered his hand to her and they shook.
A blush crossed her face, and a twinkling smile lit his lips and eyes.
"My, Sheila has beautiful friends, and you are a lovely young lady. Ten years younger and I'd be tempted to flirt with you."
"I'm the same age you were once." I was amused at the play of words between them, her coy actions and batting eyes. She was turning all her charm on for him full blast and, without a doubt, he was enjoying it to the fullest. There was an undercurrent of something more than words between them. I could see it in the way they were looking at each other.
It was something in their eyes, then the magnetic link was broken as Barb moved over and sat down on the arm of his chair.
"Jerry is like a second father to me."
"Yes, Barb is over here as much as she is home. There's not much I wouldn't do for her as she is like a daughter to me. I've watched her and Sheila grow up together."
"Well, I'd settle for being your third daughter, or anything else you'd like me to be. All you have to do is ask."
"I'll do that. I'll just do that if I find anything I need. Well, I guess I'll go up to bed and leave you girls to your party."
"Daddy, you can stay and watch TV with us for a while."
The other two girls spoke an affirmative, "Yes, why don't you?"
"Since you insist, I don't mind if I do. Sheila, why don't you put some coffee on? Even if we don't drink it now, it'll still be good in the morning."
I left to do as he'd asked. When I returned, the two girls were stretched out on the floor, in front of him, displaying their round asses for his viewing pleasure, legs slightly apart so he could see their pussies. His eyes were on Norma's dark outline. He was so deep in thought he didn't even notice I'd returned and stretched out on the sofa. I was absorbed in watching him. I thought I detected a slight stirring in his pants, but I couldn't see for sure. The fresh coffee smell was drifting in and smelled good. Finally my dad got up, heading for the kitchen. I waited, a few minutes and followed.
"Dad, are you tired?"
I could feel his eyes on me, and a warm feeling began spreading through me, causing a flush to go over me. A little tingling chill ran up my spine and my pussy gushed wet.
I couldn't believe the thoughts in my mind. I wanted him in a way a daughter isn't supposed to want her father. I wanted him to fuck me, suck me or anything else he wanted, and I wanted to suck his cock until his sperm filled my mouth and I could swallow and drink every drop of it. These thoughts ran against everything I'd ever heard and been taught – still the hunger was burning through my senses. No matter how I fought and struggled, my mind was pinned to it.
"Sheila."
"Yes, Daddy." I looked at him. His eyes had a funny, glazed look to them, his breathing was deeper than usual, too. With his lips pursed in deep thought, he looked at me, sort of dazed. My own breathing was difficult as I fought to control it so that it wouldn't betray me. I wished I didn't have the thin nightgown on. It was betraying my hardened nipples, which were pushing against the thin fabric. Suddenly, I decided I didn't care what happened, as long as it happened. He is my father; who better to have sex with? He would not hurt me.
"I hadn't realized you'd grown into a woman, a very beautiful one at that."
I had watched him swallow hard when he'd first started talking, and a couple of times after. Getting up, I walked over to him. He sat down and I sat down on his lap and slid my arms around him, cradling my head on his chest and shoulder.
"Daddy, I'll always be your little girl."
"Yes, and I love you very dearly. Have you ever had… well, you know."
I knew what he was trying to ask but I was enjoying his squirming. I could feel his tool beneath me stir, its warmth coming through his pants. Tingling sensations were flowing from his cock to my cunt. I kept wiggling to disturb him.
"You know what I'm trying to ask."
I couldn't help myself. I knew my rear was tantalizing him, but I was thoroughly enjoying this game and it was exciting me even more to tease him into sexual arousal. The forbidden fruit was deliciously tempting and I wanted him regardless of right or wrong.
"Yes, I know what you're trying to ask. You're asking if I let boys have sex with me; I can only answer that shamelessly. Yes, but only recently, and only after three of them made me let them."
"You were raped? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it was over with by the time I could have told you. Yes, I got raped. Daddy, don't get upset. It hurt at first, then it felt good, and then I liked it. Actually, I feel it helped me grow up a little, but I would rather it had been with someone I loved and cared about. That would have been easier with me; that way, they would teach me all the things in sex that make it better."
"I don't know what to say. My poor baby."
I snuggled closer, playing the poor baby game as I tightened the muscles in my ass around his tool. It was semi-hard and lying in my crack.
"Have you done it any since then?"
"Once, and it felt heavenly to me. I was crazy with need. Daddy, can I slip my clothes off?"
"Yes."
"Then help me get my top off. Oh, if I'm going to, why don't you join me? I'm serious."
"I just might do it."
I held my arms up as he pulled my nightgown off. I took off my shorty bottoms. They hung on one foot and I kicked them into the air.
"Wow, I'm a liberated gal!"
"You are around the house, at least!"
"Dad…"
"What?"
"You're not playing fair. Let's make this a family thing. Take off your clothes! Please, for me?" I said this in my best pleading voice, in a little girl way, as I began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Baby, one of us needs to keep some clothes on in case someone comes in."
"You're just trying to be a prude."
"Yes, I guess I am, for all my liberal open-mindedness. Well, I got myself into this, so guess I'll take the plunge and join you in being a nudist. First though, I'm going to drink a couple for courage."
Drinking is something very rare for him. Two drinks hit like ten. As he once said, he just can't handle it. I let him get up and go fix his drinks, noticing his eyes held the same glazed look of others I'd seen sexually aroused. I got up and walked to the mirror. My own eyes were glazed with sexual lust and need.