Jerry Hull - Sister rope lust

"Aggghhhh!" Bobbi cried out. Her arms encircled him and went mad! Her fingers began to grab and squeeze and scratch his back and thighs and buttocks and shoulders. She started to buck her hips wildly against his pelvis.

Mike closed his eyes and started to pump into her hard. She was acting the way he'd seen her on the screen! It hadn't been his imagination, after all. He had doubted his memory several times, but now he knew it was all true. His daughter was the most fantastic piece of ass he'd ever gotten a hold of. If he could teach Phyllis to be this hot, he'd live fewer, but happier, years!

"You're gettin' me, angel!" he groaned.

"Me, too! Me, too, Daddy!" Bobbi panted back. "I'm so hot I can explode any time!"

"I can too! "he yelled, and then he hammered into her so hard his hips became a blur.

She grabbed his ass and held on. He was driving her so hard now it was impossible to match his strokes. She had never been fucked so thoroughly, and the orgasm rising in her loins would be the most intense one she had ever experienced.

He began to sob and curse and choke and convulse then, and she felt an enormous supply of cream begin to flood her pussy. She knew it was running back down on her bedspread, but she didn't care. All she cared about then was the wracking pleasure-pain of the climax that overtook her. She felt as though she were having three orgasms at once. The intensity of her feelings almost made her faint.

They held onto each other for a long time. When he finally pulled out of her and sat up his eyes were troubled.

"We better not talk about this to your mother, angel."

"I won't, Daddy. I promise. Daddy?"

"Yeah?" He was dressing quickly, suddenly apprehensive about being discovered in this condition.

"What about being sent away? To a girls' school?"

"Well, I'll have to talk with your mother. I can't give you any definite answer right now."

Bobbi smiled when he left the room. She felt triumphant!

"Come on, Mom. Boys have to grow up sooner or later!"

Phyllis Fields was sobbing. She sat on the edge of the bed, scarcely able to look him in the face while they discussed his future.

"I can't believe it, I just can't believe it!" she cried. "How you could have done those things to your own sister!"

"But Bobbi always wanted it, except for the first time!"

"And when you and that awful man, that animal you call your physical education teacher, when you and he both, you, " The woman's voice choked off with sobs.

"Oh, Mom," Teddy said, "If you mean about Coach Orlando and me making a sandwich of Bobbi, well, that was his idea. But Bobbi liked that too, once we got going. You saw in the movie how she started acting!"

Phyllis Fields howled. She leaned forward on Teddy's bed and sobbed directly into the bedspread. Her body had started to shake with her loud, tearful gasps.

Teddy seemed to be looking at his mother for the first time. He supposed that everything sexual to him had blocked itself out of his mind in the past, waiting for an excuse to be alone, under the sheets, with his hands around his goodies.

But in the past two weeks, a new sexuality had taken over and his mind and body were responding to things that they had never consciously noticed before. He was aware for the first time of his mother's tiny waist, and the way her hips flared out below them. She had a knockout bod, he thought, if a person took the trouble to look. It wasn't too far different from Miss Webster's, or Miss Arness's. Maybe a cross between the two. Her tits weren't as big as Webster's, but they were bigger than Arness's. She was in a housecoat now, and the top was hanging away from her body. The boy had been sitting in a chair by his window, restlessly spinning a basketball. He lifted himself a little higher now to see if he could catch a peek at her tits, especially the nipples. He almost saw them all, but she sat up again before he got a really good look.

Her hips had a real groovy shape, the young boy thought. And he could tell that her ass was beautiful, the way the material of the housecoat clung to the contours. He tried to think back to the last time he'd seen his mother in shorts or a bathing suit. It had been when they vacationed the summer before at the shore. Yeah, he remembered now. His cock began to give a little twitch. He remembered saying to Bobbi that their parents looked better in their bathing suits than almost anybody else on the beach. And he'd noticed men look at his mother, and women at his father.

Phyllis Fields wiped the tears from her cheeks and stared directly at her son. Her expression was hard to define. There was anger there, certainly, but pain too. If she had realized how angry her son was with her, she'd have been surprised. Teddy was furious that his parents had returned without any warning. He felt that they'd done it on purpose, trying to catch him and Bobbi doing things they shouldn't have done. Also, he didn't think they had any business looking at the films until they knew what they were. All of this could have been avoided if Bobbi had stashed away the movie equipment before they went off to the school the night before, but there was no used crying over spilt milk. They'd been found out, but the methods had been unfair.

Teddy was more angry about his and his sister's failure to carry out their games successfully than he was concerned about the outcome of them. What could they do? Cut off his allowance? Cut off his cock?

"We're sending you away," his mother said.

"What?" The boy was flabbergasted!

"That's right, Teddy," she said. "Either you and Bobbi have to leave this town, where you've been exposed to such evil influences, or we'll all have to leave. It would be the ruination of your father, of me, of our whole family if this got out!"

Tears streamed down her cheeks again.

The boy had never heard anything so ridiculous in his life. What did sending him and Bobbi away accomplish? Why couldn't they all continue to live in this town and say nothing about the orgies?

"Where will we go?" he asked.

"To private schools. Your father and I have decided that both of you have been given much too much freedom in the past. We didn't realize to what extent you would take advantage of it. And poor Mrs. Wilson! Cooking your meals and never suspecting what you were doing behind her back!"

Teddy was grinding his teeth in exasperation!

"We think a religious school for you sister. A place where she can be taught to cook and sew and be patient and obedient… "

Teddy had to hold himself back from laughing. He could see Bobbi in that kind of atmosphere! She'd turn the place into a cathouse in a week!

"And for you," his mother continued, "a military academy. Some place where they would make you accept responsibility or penalize you for not doing so. A place where they would cut your hair short and teach you something about straight-thinking and decent living. Where you would not be able to get your hands on that filthy stuff all of you were smoking!"

Teddy bent his head. He pretended to look at the floor in an expression of humility, but he was really having trouble keeping from laughing. Give him a month at a military academy, he thought, and he could arrange for every middle-aged broad in the next ten towns to have a number they could call for an all-out male stud service! His mouth almost watered at the financial possibilities. But, at the same time, he realized that his life in this town was becoming more fun than he ever dreamed was possible. He didn't want to leave this place under any circumstances, at least not at the present time.

The boy felt a sudden flash of courage.

"And what," he said, lifting his blond head and staring intently into his mother's eyes, "of the fact that I've been introduced to sex now? Do you expect me to just forget it? Come on, Mom, you must realize that once a child is exposed to something, it becomes a part of his life in one way or another."