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Not just the sweet, fresh taste of her juices or the slick feel of her naked pussy under my lips and tongue. That wasn't all of it. For one thing, I loved the way she kept moaning and moving with pleasure beneath me. For another, I was getting the chance to lick her in exactly the way I'd wanted to be licked, as I'd tried -- and failed -- to train Marty to lick me. Best of all, it was like telling the world, Fuck you! This is how sweet and good and beautiful it is at heart -- not the dirty, secret hurtful thing incest you make it out to be! She came in long, gentle, rolling waves of pleasure, all clenched and slippery and writhing. She was so beautiful in her innocent passion! Finally, I lay back with my face wet with her juices. I stretched out next to her and pulled her face to me. She hesitated -- and then we tongue-kissed again. Her mouth was soft and sweet and seeking and she seemed determined to lick all of her own secretions of my mouth. She sat up and over and began kissing my breasts, pausing the suck my nipples, and kissed her way down, down, down over my flat belly daddys whore pictures and down to my thighs. She kissed the insides of my daddys whore cartoons thighs for a long time and then -- And then she began licking me. As soon as her tongue touched my cunt lips, I began cumming and when she located and locked in on the fervent bud of my clitoris, the incest sensation was exquisite. My incest cunt clenched wildly.

I reached out and pulled her over me, so her legs were astraddle my head, and then I pulled her precious little cunt into my mouth and we began sixty-nining. I begged her to put her finger in me and she complied hesitantly -- until she comprehended my response then she worked that finger around and around happily, setting off explosions within me like firecrackers on Chinese New Year. I didn't even think about what I did next until I was almost doing it -- and then it was her response that gave me pause. I had one finger poised at the clamshell-tight lips of her cunt above me, about to probe within when she tensed. I remembered how it had hurt me the first time I didn't want to do that to my baby sister -- hurt her, I mean. So I merely traced my finger around her swollen cunt lips while my worked busily at her clit. But after a time -- a minute? Five minutes? I dunno -- she raised her head and wailed, Dammit, Mar, stop teasing me! Put it inside! Whatever incest you want, baby sister. I slipped it in carefully, to the first joint, always ready to stop and withdraw at the first resistance of hymen. But my fingers slid all the way into that unbelievably tight little cunt, right to the base, and when my sister came this time, she was like a madwoman -- and she vented it all on my cunt. The two of us bucked and arched and came, over and over again. When we could finally stop, I pulled her up to me and we lay in each other's arms, panting and kissing and hugging and still tingling. Incest when I could speak, I told her, I was afraid to put my finger in. The first time usually hurts.

I know, she said simply. I opened my eyes wide and stared at her. Her eyes wee wide and clear and knowing, inches from mine. She said nothing. After a moment, I understood -- as she'd known I would. We had something else in common. We held each other tightly for a long time, quietly comforting and bonded in a shared experience. No, I don't want to talk about that. Not now. CHAPTER FOUR Jeanne and I got to be regulars at that, sneaking into bed together whenever we got the chance -- and that was every few days, at least, since who would suspect a ten-year-old girl and her eleven-year-old sister -- even if the eleven-year-old was developing the kind of figure I was? Oh, yeah, well strange as it sounds, they didn't seem to be growing that fast right then, as if there was this first spurt and then it slowed down a more normal pace the major difference was that my normal pace had gotten a head start. I was kind of glad, in a way. I mean, they had stabilized at too big for a training bra, but I still wasn't able to wear even a -inch bra, the smallest they sold in the stores. I only measured twenty-five inches at the bust. The problem was, I wasn't growing taller or wider, either. I was only about four-foot-five and my waist was still nineteen inches and my hips were just about twenty-four inches, so I daddys whore comics still looked surprisingly busty. If it hadn't been for Dana Connolly -- Dana and I had gotten to be pretty close friends, mostly because she and I the were two girls always getting hit on by high school kids. Dana was tall for her age -- about five-foot-three or -four incest -- and she had a real figure, all nice, sleek curves.

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-- but the kind of high school boys who come on to a sixth-grader were not the kind I wanted to deal with. Dana seemed able to handle them -- and did she enjoy handling them! It was fine with me. The first half of my seventh-grade year was pretty uneventful. Oh, sure, I came on to a couple of eighth grade boys and a freshman at Rossford High -- I was successful with all but one, who got scared and ran away -- but it was always furtive and sneaking and there was never time to really enjoy it. Besides, mostly they just seemed interested in grabbing my tits and incest poking me with their fingers. One of the eighth graders was ready and willing to fuck me, but every time he got his cock near me, he came. This happened over and over again, to our eternal frustration. It was almost funny -- and it was amazing, too. One night, I got him alone in the back of one of the school busses parked in the school lot. We had time and I was determined. He always amazed me when he came so fast, because there was a lot of it. He had really big balls and even after he came, he got hard again. This time, I figured, I would get him off a couple of times and then get him inside me. It was November and it had been almost a month since I'd had a hard dick in me. My baby sister's lovely tongue and fingers notwithstanding, there was no substitute for the real thing. We were having a little bit of Indian summer, so the Saturday night in Thanksgiving weekend, we sneaked into the lot and into one of the buses in the back. I stripped us both to the waist -- from the ankles -- and went to work. Sure as a clock, as soon as he got between my legs and I grabbed his dick, he came all over the place. I mean, on the bus seat, on my legs, on my cunt, my belly -- everywhere.

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I thought. Wrong-o. He spurted again and left a lake of it dripping on his belly and pooling there. This went on for about an hour and a half and all together, he came on, around and over me about six times. On the seventh try, he got the head of his cock into my pussy and started cumming immediately. I was on the back seat of the bus with my legs around his waist he was standing on the floor. As soon as I felt his dick enter me, I pulled him in the rest of the way. If I'd thought he'd daddys whore video cum the first six times, I hadn't seen anything. I think he must've cum in me for a full minute or more. The only reason he stopped was he passed out and collapsed. By then, the jism had filled my cunt and backed up and dripped out around his prick. Incest his cock was still hard. I considered squatting over him and taking advantage of it, but by then I was tired and stiff and hardly even horny any more. I woke him up and cleaned him up and he told me how he loved me and how great it was and we left.

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