Without a word, I obeyed. I stood up, slipped off my nightgown, and quickly got into bed with my sister. Instantly, our lips met and our arms wrapped around one another in a loving and tender embrace. I was slightly shocked when our tongues made contact, but neither of us pulled away. In fact, we lay there in the darkness trying to get even closer. Our tongues flicked in and out of each other's mouth; licking, sucking, probing. She would insert her tongue into my mouth as far as she could put it, and wiggle it around, and then pull out. Then, I would do the same to her. I had heard the expression "swapping tongues" before, and I thought it was a gross expression, but here I was, doing it with Sheila, and it was the most fantastic experience of my life!
I broke away and whispered, "Sheila, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Ellen."
"Your body is beautiful."
"So is yours," she replied sweetly. My sister was now running her hands all over my body, driving me crazy with pleasure. It felt so much better than my own hands exploring my own body.
CHAPTER ONE
I always thought of myself as the ugly duckling. My sister was the beautiful one, with long blonde hair, a perfect oval face, and a body that would make any model envious. Being a year older than myself, my sister Sheila always got to do things first, so I got my education from her.
For instance, Sheila was the first to wear a bra, the first to wear makeup, the first to go out on a date, the first to start her menstrual cycle, the first to drive a car, etc. I would question her for hours about these events in our lives, and if Sheila was in a good mood, she would patiently educate me. But, I was the first to educate her about sex! Yes, it took her little sister Ellen (that's me), the ugly duckling, to teach her how wonderful it felt when someone else touched her body.
Sheila didn't have really big tits at fourteen, but they were well on the way to becoming one of her pride and joys of life, while mine were just starting to poke out a little. Because we slept in the same bedroom, I got to look at her body all the time. She slept nude, and always teased me about being a prude because I wore a nightgown.
One night we were getting ready for bed. I had already showered and was waiting for her to come in from the bathroom before turning off the lights. I was sneaking a peek at her borrowed copy of Playboy which she borrowed from a friend at school.
"Ellen, I told you to keep your hands off that book."
"Why, what's the big deal?" I pouted. "Afraid I'm going to see some tits bigger than yours?"
"They're all bigger than yours Ellen."
Sheila always had a come-back for everything. She never let me have the upper hand, or the last word. She came over to my bed, took the magazine out of my hand, tossed it under her bed, and sat there naked (as usual), drying her hair.
"How big do you think your tits will get?" I blurted out.
"What a dumb question. How do I know?"
"How big do you want them to get?"
"I never thought about it." She was pretending to be annoyed, but I knew better. Sheila always liked it when she was the center of attention, but she had to pretend that the subject shouldn't be pursued. "What's with you tonight anyway?"
"Guys like big boobs, that's all. I'm just wondering how popular you're going to be."
"Come on Ellen, what you're really wondering is how big yours are going to get, right?"
"Ya, that too. Becky can get any guy she wants with her balloons, and she's not even pretty." Becky was in my class at school, and she did have enormous tits probably the largest in school, and larger than any of our teachers. Becky always wore tight fitting blouses and sweaters, and the guys were always freaking out over her. Becky was an early bloomer, and the size of her tits made her look a lot older than fourteen.
"I hear any guy can get Becky, too." Sheila never tried to hide her dislike of Becky, so I wasn't sure if this statement was true, or if she was just cutting Becky down.
"Does she go all the way?"
"That's what I hear, and it's probably true the way she flaunts around and flirts."
I had to confess, "Well, I wouldn't mind having a set like hers.
Sheila laughed, and teased me by saying, "Do you think you could handle them if you had them?"
"It would be fun trying," I shot back.
She finished drying her hair, threw the towel on the floor, and crawled into bed, naked as usual. She reached over and put out the light, and said, "Good night, Ellen."
I guess it must have been the magazine that got me so worked up, but I still had a lot of questions about my body, and other women's bodies. I wasn't ready to go to sleep, so didn't say 'good night' in return. Instead, I sat up in bed, and turned in the darkness towards Sheila, and asked, "Do you think I'll be as beautiful as you someday?" This was the first time I can remember that I admitted to her that I thought she was more attractive. She must have been flattered because she returned the compliment.
"Ellen, you're very pretty now, and of course you're going to get even prettier. We both are."
I slipped out of bed, and went over and sat on the edge of my sister's bed.
"Sheila, do you really mean it, that I'm pretty?"
"Of course I do, dummy." She said it with so much affection and sincerity. I was truly touched, because we didn't compliment each other that much.
"I wish I was a beautiful as you, not just pretty.
"You are Ellen, in your own way. You're just as beautiful in your own way. You're just in too much of a hurry to grow up. Don't worry, they'll grow."
I couldn't see her too well in the dark, but I knew she was smiling. Her voice gave her away. At this moment I felt closer to my sister than I ever had. I could talk to her about anything, and I knew she would understand. But at that moment, I wanted to do more than just talk. I wanted to reach out to her, to touch her, to be physically close to her.
"Can I touch yours?" I asked.
My heart was pounding from fear that she would call me dirty names, or worse yet, tell our parents what I asked. Sheila had never betrayed me before, but neither had I ever asked her such a question. I could feel my face turning red, and swore I would die right there on the spot if she said no.
Sheila didn't say anything. In the darkness I could just faintly see her lower the sheet. She was laying on her back. She reached out and took my hand, and placed it on one of her tits. Her tit was warm and very firm under my hand. My heart was pounding with excitement.
The room was very quiet. Neither of us said a word as I slowly got the courage to massage the breast and the big nipple. As I did so, I could feel her nipple harden. I moved my other hand to her chest, and began to gently rub and caress both tits at the same time. Sheila was moving and moaning slightly under my tender touch, obviously enjoying my exploratory touching as much as I was.
Of course, it was only a matter of minutes before I got a little braver and began to massage down to her stomach, and back up to her tits. This action really started to turn her on. She moaned, and said in a low whisper, "Don't stop baby, it feels so good. Do you like them, really?"
"Yes, they're beautiful," I whispered, and as if to prove I meant what I said, I bowed my head and kissed her right tit and then instinctively put the nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. All the while I was still manipulating her other tit, and massaging her stomach. My hand went up and down, back and forth, from her tit to her stomach, as I sucked on the other mound.
Sheila was going crazy with delight under my mouth and hands. I was going crazy with pleasure, too. This was my sister! My beautiful sister, and I loved her more than anyone in the world. She was laying there letting me explore her body and enjoying every second of it, as much as I was. She wasn't calling me dirty names as I had feared she might.
Because she was enjoying my sucking and rubbing so much, I got braver. Each time my hand went down to her stomach, it went down an inch or two lower towards her pubic hair. I now wanted to feel and explore all of her, and I was asking with my hands. I didn't dare ask her outright.
Sheila's answer to my unasked question was an upwards thrust of her hips each time my hand approached the target zone. After several such passes, my fingers finally found her patch of soft curly hair, and stayed there fondling and rubbing only an inch above her hole covered with hair.
I guess the agony was too much for Sheila, because she reached down, grasped my hand, and pushed it down to cover her pussy. Her hips were raised as high as she could get them, and she was still moaning with pleasure. My mouth was still sucking on her tit when my fingers found her hold and started to gently explore it. I was in another world. Sheila's voice brought me back to life.
"Ellen, take your nightgown off."
Without a word, I obeyed. I stood up, slipped off my nightgown, and quickly got into bed with my sister. Instantly, our lips met and our arms wrapped around one another in a loving and tender embrace. I was slightly shocked when our tongues made contact, but neither of us pulled away. In fact, we lay there in the darkness trying to get even closer. Our tongues flicked in and out of each other's mouth; licking, sucking, probing. She would insert her tongue into my mouth as far as she could put it, and wiggle it around, and then pull out. Then, I would do the same to her. I had heard the expression "swapping tongues" before, and I thought it was a gross expression, but here I was, doing it with
Sheila, and it was the most fantastic experience of my life!
I broke away and whispered, "Sheila, I love you so much."
"I love you too, Ellen."
"Your body is beautiful."
"So is yours," she replied sweetly. My sister was now running her hands all over my body, driving me crazy with pleasure. It felt so much better than my own hands exploring my own body. I had never had any previous experience in making love to someone, but everything seemed to come so natural. I didn't need an instruction book. Instinctively I picked up on the techniques that pleased her as I explored, kissed, and manipulated her body. The more she showed pleasure, the hotter I got, the braver I got. , Without a word being said, I broke away from our embrace, and rolled Sheila onto her back. I started to kiss and lick her face, then her neck, and worked down to her tits with the hard nipples. I was kneeling between her outstretched legs, with one hand darting in and out of her cunt while the other was moving up and down her firm young body. My tongue continued moving like crazy on her tits, concentrating on her nipples which by now were firm and heaving up and down. At times she would try to push a tit all the way in my mouth, but of course they were too big.
"Oh, Ellen, Ellen, Ellen," she moaned, rocking her head from side to side, and slowly moving her hips up and down, to meet each thrust of my finger into her body. My now I had two fingers jerking in and out of her hot wet pussy, and my mouth was moving from her chest down to her stomach, licking every inch of the smooth firm flesh. As I was licking her stomach, I pulled my hand out of her hole and grabbed both tits and gently squeezed the nipples. When I did that, she pleaded, "Baby, don't stop, please don't stop, it feels so good."
I didn't know what she meant. Don't stop what? Playing with her tits, or don't stop finger fucking her? So, I came right out and asked, "Don't stop what? Tell me what you want, I'll do anything for you."
"My pussy. Play with it some more," she pleaded.
I had an uncontrollable urge to lick her box, and had been thinking about it, but again, the nagging feeling that my sister wouldn't approve held me back. My hand down there was one thing, but my mouth was quite another. I had joined in with my girlfriends and laughed and joked about cunt lapping and cunt licking, but it was always talked about in an unnatural way, a dirty way. Now here I was, kneeling between the legs of my hot and horny sister who was begging me to finger fuck her some more, and I wanted to tongue fuck her instead.
Suddenly, the thought of eating pussy wasn't repulsive, it was natural and beautiful.
I threw caution to the wind, and quickly planted my mouth firmly on her cunt, and started licking it with a frenzied passion of love and lust. I had a combination of hair, flesh, and warm sticky juices in my mouth. I was startled and amazed with this new and unusual taste, but I instantly loved the natural body juices flowing from her beautiful body. I wasn't ashamed a bit, and didn't give the act a second thought once I got my face and tongue in there. It seemed the natural place to be.
And, I didn't have to worry about Sheila not approving of my actions, for she was moaning and groaning like crazy. Her hands were on my head, and she was holding my head between her legs as if she was afraid I'd change my mind. At the same time her hips thrust upwards, grinding her cunt into my hungry mouth, squealing with obvious delight and pleasure. She removed one hand from my bobbing head, and maneuvered her body around so she could poke a finger into my hole while I slurped at her juices.
First she shoved one finger in my tight hole, and then another, and began to rapidly move them all around, in and out, until I too had a slippery wet box. Masturbation never felt so good! I had secretly put my fingers and many other objects in my pussy many times, but the feeling of her fingers were so much better than my own.
When my tongue found her hard little clit, and stayed there lapping at it, Sheila squirmed and exclaimed, "Oh, my god, oh, my god!" And then it was if someone had turned on a faucet. Her climax was powerful, and her body heaved violently as her cum poured out of her and into my mouth and onto my face. She jerked her body, moaned, squealed, and lay panting and gasping. The true meaning of the word "orgasm" was now crystal clear.
I reached over and grabbed at the sheet on the bed, and dried my face, and then ran the sheet between her legs, drying her wet sticky pussy. She pulled her hand out of my cunt, and without saying a word used both hands to gently pull my mouth to hers. Again, as before, our hungry mouths kissed. First tenderly and then passionately. Laying on top of her I could feel the sweat of bodies, and asked softly, "Shouldn't we go take a shower?"
"Are you kidding," she giggled softly, "and wake up Mom and Dad? We'd never be able to explain it."
I hadn't thought of that, but she was right, of course. Jumping out of bed, a grabbed my robe, and said, "I'll be right back, don't move." I went to the bathroom as quietly and quickly as possible, wiped of my sweaty body with a washcloth, rung it out well, and returned to the bedroom. Sheila hadn't moved. God, but she was beautiful, and now I found her sexy too. I couldn't see her too well, but the outline of her curvy body laying on the bed was exciting.
I walked over to her bed, and began to wipe the sweat from her body. As I passed the washcloth over her body, her hand reached out between my legs, pushed the robe aside, and gently played with my pubic hair.
"Ellen, take off your robe." She said it softly and sweetly, and I obeyed immediately. I stood there and we gently toyed with each others pussies for a couple of minutes."
"You're wild, you know that?" she asked.
"You're not bad yourself," I giggled. Then I couldn't help asking, "Are you ashamed of me?" I guess I desperately needed reassurance that I pleased her, and to know that she wasn't disappointed. She didn't waste words with her answer.
"Fuck no! Why should I be?"
"I don't know, I just thought maybe you'd think I'm disgusting or something."
It was her turn to giggle as she said, "That's dumb, especially with my fingers in your cunt." They were in there all right. I could feel my juices starting to flow again, when Sheila surprised me saying, "Sit on my face."
At the same time she said it, she pulled her fingers out of my hole, grabbed my hips with both hands, and pulled me towards her face. I obeyed quickly by sitting on her chest, and placing my pussy directly onto her mouth. Instantly her mouth opened, and her tongue darted between my cunt lips. I leaned forward, grabbed the headboard, and ground my young hot box into her hungry mouth. I didn't expect her to eat me out too. I hadn't even thought about it, for I had been too busy making her happy, and enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. Now she was returning the pleasure.
Sheila was licking and sucking my cunt as if it was going to be her last meal, and looking around I could see her finger fucking herself at the same time. I took one hand off the headboard, and squeezed and pulled at my own tits. I was in seventh heaven with her tongue bringing me more pleasure than I had ever dreamed about. The pleasure grew even more intense when she stopped fucking herself, pulled her hands up between my legs, spread my cunt apart and dove in with her mouth as far as she could go. I was finding out what cunt licking and sucking felt like, and now knew first hand why Sheila had gone so wild when my mouth was on her box.
I thought she would stretch me apart with her fingers as she tried to put in not only her tongue, but her fingers as well. Because she was making me so damn hot, my juices were flowing, and the natural lubricants allowed her to penetrate with relative ease. Every inch of my cunt was getting a violent work out, between her fingers and her tongue, and my hard little clit was being stimulated beyond belief.
I couldn't help letting out a little scream of delight as my body tensed and I had my first climax in her mouth. I could hear my sister's muffled gags as I ground away and pressed my pussy in her face. I didn't pull away after squirting my juice down her throat, but did ease up, and she didn't stop kissing and licking either. like me, she obviously couldn't get enough of the liquid.
After awhile, I spun around putting us in the "69" position, and started eating her out again, and she resumed her meal of pussy. I don't know how long we stayed in that "69" position, but I do know we both experienced one climax after another, and we tried to lick every drop.
We stayed locked together, having one climax after another until our mouths were tired, and lips were sore (both our cunt lips, and our mouth lips). We had one cum spasm after another, and our young bodies were sticky, sweaty, and tired when we finally did manage to pull apart.
We discovered for the first time the intense pleasures our cunts could give us. We discovered our bodies that night, and neither of us would be the same in the morning. Although we were only fourteen and fifteen years old, that night we turned ourselves into women. We learned what love and affection was all about. We learned that our bodies could bring us intense physical pleasure and enjoyment.
We were laying face to face kissing and hugging each other, very tired, but happy with the happenings of the evening, when I broke the silence.
"Are we lesbians?"
"You're amazing, my dear sister!" Sheila pretended to be shocked by the question, but I pushed on, because she didn't answer my question.
"Well, are we?" I wanted to know.
"I don't know about you, but I'm not," she said as she nibbled on my ear.
"How do you know? After what we just did, maybe we are," I continued.
"Does what we did bother you Ellen?"
"No, no at all, in fact I'm very happy about it." I was still caressing her as I spoke.
"Do boys turn you off?"
"No, of course not," I had to admit. "But, if anyone found out what happened tonight, they'd say we are lesbians for sure."
Sheila hugged me, and assured me that no one was going to find out from her. And then she said, "Maybe we're both bisexual. Wouldn't that be nice? We could have the best of both worlds."
"Was tonight your first time?" I don't know why, but the question was important to me.
"Yes, of course. How about you?"
"Ya, it sure was." So I was the first person to eat my sister's pussy, and my cunt was the first one in her face. The revelation somehow made me feel good; made me feel closer to her.
"Oh my god!" she shrieked. My heart almost stopped. She said it with such force that I instantly was alarmed and frightened.
All I could say was, "What's the matter, what's the matter."
"We didn't lock the door!"
"Oh shit, is that all that's the matter?"
"What if they came in while we were doing it?" It was a question worth thinking about and one I hadn't considered the consequences of. "What if they walked in right now?"
She made her point. I jumped out of bed, ran over to the door and locked it.
"Why are you locking it now, silly?"
"Because," I said, as I walked back to her bed, "I'm staying right here, with you." I crawled into her bed, and we both giggled like the school girls we were.
"Sheila?"
"Uhh uhh?"
"I really do love you."
"And I really love you too." She gave me an affectionate hug and a light kiss on the lips as she said it.
Just before we fell asleep in each others arms, I whispered, "I hope tonight isn't a dream."
"Me too," she replied sweetly.
CHAPTER TWO
In the morning, when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Sheila's tits heaving up and down in front of my mouth. So, it hadn't been a dream after all! I was actually naked in the same bed with my sister, and we had actually engaged in an incestuous lesbian relationship.
Other than jerking off Mark, the sixteen year old boy next door, the previous night had been my first sexual experience. As I lay there looking at Sheila, I wondered if what she said was true that it had been the first time for her, too.
She certainly was beautiful. Her long, light blonde hair fell softly around her perfect oval face. Her lips were perfectly shaped and sensuous. Her nose had the slightest upturn to it. It was no wonder that she was so popular at school, especially when you considered the fact that her personality was as sweet as she appeared. If we lived in a big city instead of the small hick town of Canterville, she could have been a model without even trying.
I considered myself to be the ugly duckling because I was so opposite from my sister. My dark brown hair was so common in color; my nose just a wee bit too long; my body too skinny; my chest not fully developed; and I hated the dimples on my cheeks that everyone seemed to like and comment on.
My sexy sister called me beautiful and pretty too, and laying there next to her, I wondered if she truly meant it. Was she just being kind? Then I thought of my pussy grinding away in her face, and how she devoured every drop of my climaxes, and had to smile. She obviously liked my cunt.
Many questions were racing through my mind. One of the most important concerns was, how would she react to what happened last night when she awoke? I had just decided to crawl back into my own bed, and to pretend that nothing had happened unless she mentioned it later on. Before I had a chance to move, she opened her eyes. I don't think I had ever seen such a sweet smile on her face.
All I could say was, "Hi," with a smile in return.
"Hi," she responded in return, and then kissed me tenderly. When our lips parted, she asked, "What time is it?"
Looking over at the clock on the nightstand, I answered, "Only seven o'clock; early."
"How long have you been awake?"
"Just long enough to realize last night wasn't a dream after all." I couldn't keep my hands off of her, and was running one hand through her soft blonde hair.
"I'm glad it wasn't a dream," she said. "Last night was wonderful."
"I was afraid you'd be upset about it this morning," I confessed.
"No way." She kissed my cheek, and asked, "Where did you learn to make love like that?"
"I giggled, and replied, "I could ask you the same question."
Sheila wasn't letting me off the hook that easy. She pressed the issue. "Have you done it before?"
"like I said last night, no. Have you?"
"Not really, not like that," she said softly.
Now I was curious. "What do you mean by, 'Not really, not like that'? "
"Last year when I slept over at Betty 's house, we played around a little, but that's all. Nothing really happened."
Betty was in my sister's class, and they were the best of friends. Her father was the Chief of Police for Canterville, and Betty's Mom and our Mother were close friends too. Betty lived about six miles away, and one winter night during a snow storm, Sheila stayed overnight. In our town, there never was too much sleeping over at a friend's house, because parents were old fashioned. I guess they believed that children should sleep under their own roofs. Parents in Canterville, were very protective.
"You got it on with Betty?" Wow, was I curious. I couldn't imagine anyone more proper than Betty. She always acted so righteous, dressed and acted so proper, and never indulged in 'girl talk' when we started using four letter words. In fact, Betty was the kind of girl who would admonish us about our filthy language.
"What happened? Come on, tell me everything!"
"like I said, nothing really. We just kind of checked each other out. You know, felt each other up." Then she added quickly, "But, don't you ever let on that I told you."
"Come on Sheila, you know better than that. Tell me everything. What happened?"
"Okay, okay. The night I stayed over I slept in the same bed, 'cause hers is a big queen size bed, and they don't have a spare bedroom. We got talking about boys and sex, and we were wondering what it would feel like to get fucked by a guy."
"Did she use the word 'fuck'? " I asked in horror. As I said, Betty was so proper.
"No, not that I remember," Sheila laughed. "I think she used to term, 'do it with'. We both admitted that we fucked ourselves with our fingers, and she said it felt okay, but she couldn't imagine a cock making her feel any better." Sheila laughed again, cocked her head back, and corrected herself. "Let's see, ah, she actually called a cock,' a guy' s thing'. "
Both of us chuckled now. We could visualize Betty struggling for the proper words.
"Anyway, I told Betty she probably wasn't rubbing her clit the right way that it wasn't how far she put her fingers in, it was how sensuous she massaged the clitoris.
"One thing led to another, and I showed her how I rubbed my clit, and she showed me how she did it to herself."
"Did you do it to each other?"
"Only a little. When we started to finger each other, we began to laugh, and it turned into a big joke. As I said, nothing really happened; not like last night."
"I'm glad it happened last night," I confessed. "I'm glad I was the first to get in there." As I said this, I reached down and rubbed her patch of soft hair.
"Me too. You really never did it with anyone else?"
"Only with Mark."
"Mark!" She almost shrieked. "You fucked Mark?" Her face had a horrified look.
"No, no I didn't fuck Mark. I played with his cock, that's all. He wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. That's all I need, to get knocked up."
"Come on, tell me everything. When, where, what happened?" Sheila had propped herself up on one elbow and was intent on hearing every detail. Mark was the tall six-footer, extremely good looking, well built, sixteen year old boy next door. We didn't know him that well because he had only moved next door a few months previously after his father got assigned to our parish.
"Last month, when I went over to his house to borrow a pan Mom needed. You know, the day Dad's friends came over for the barbecue, and Mom wanted everything to be so perfect, and she cooked all day?"
"Ya, ya, go on," Sheila prompted.
"Well, when I went over there, only Mark was home. There was no answer when I rang the doorbell, but I heard the lawnmower out back, so I went around the house, there was Mark, mowing the lawn. He shut the machine off immediately when he saw me standing there, and I told him Mom wanted to borrow a pan. He said he'd be glad to get it for me, but before he did he offered me a Coke from the cooler on the picnic table.
"I accepted the Coke, and we were just making small talk, about what Mom needed the pan for, and how hot it was that day, and dumb things like that. But, I couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch. He was only wearing skiing tight shorts and sneakers, and what a friggin' bulge! I was fascinated by it.
"He must have known what I was looking at, because he sort of leaned back against the picnic table so it poked out even more, and I could see it growing. It kept getting bigger and bigger until I thought it would pop out through the material trying to hold it back. I was scared Sheila, but I honestly couldn't take my eyes off of it. Really, I just couldn't help it. You wouldn't believe how big it is!"
Sheila was eager for all the details, and didn't want me to even pause between sentences. "Go on, go on," she prompted, "what happened next?"
"Well, he just came right out and asked me what I was looking at! I thought I would die. I could feel my face getting all red, and stammered something about having to go right home.
"He laughed, and said I had better take the pan with me. Because he didn't know what size pan Mom wanted, he told me to go into the house with him to get it, and I did.
"Once inside the kitchen, I noticed it didn't go down. It was still throbbing and sticking out. I couldn't believe how big it was." I paused in my story, thinking back on the occasion, but my sister was anxious to hear more.
"Go on, go on," she said. She was propped up on one elbow, looking intently at me, and smiling, so I knew I could trust her with the truth. Besides. I was enjoying this true confession session with her.
"Well, I picked out the pan I thought Mom wanted, and all of a sudden Mark just said, 'Do you want to see it?' He had a hand down there, and was rubbing it. I didn't say anything 'cause I was afraid, but I didn't stop watching him either.
"Something told me to run out of the house, but I didn't. Then he said, 'If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll show it to you, but you've got to promise me it will be our secret.' I still didn't say anything. I was dumbfounded. I just stood there watching him smile; watching him gently rub his cock through the thin material. For some crazy reason, I also wondered if he was wearing underwear.
"We were on opposite sides of the room, and I was only about three feet from the back door, so I guess I felt kind of safe at that distance. And, my gut feeling told me Mark wouldn't rape me, or do anything without my permission.
"Then he said, 'Go on Ellen, promise you won't tell anyone.'
"Then I said, 'I won't tell anyone if you won't.'
"Then he leaned back against the kitchen sink, hooked both thumbs in the top of his shorts, and yanked them down to his knees. I couldn't believe how big it was!"
Sheila couldn't hide her excitement as she asked, "How big, how big?"
"I don't know exactly, but if I put both of my hands around it, I bet the head would still stick out. And, it's fat, too."
"Oh my god," Sheila exclaimed. "He's really that big? I've wondered what he would look like naked."
I was surprised she said that, because she had never indicated she liked Mark. "You like him?" I asked in amazement.
"Well, he is a gorgeous hunk, with muscles and looks that would turn any girl's head, and the best part is, he's not conceited. In fact, I thought he as the shy type, until you just told me what he did!"
My sister's assessment of Mark, was true. A lot of girls were eagerly awaiting September, when Mark would be going to our school for the first time. This would give them an opportunity to socialize with him. About the only contact other kids had with him so far, since his family moved to Canterville, was through church activities. This of course, being because his father was the new minister recently assigned to our parish.
Mark was truly handsome, already standing six feel tall, but he gave the impression of being a book worm, and a loner. He had a beautiful smile too, but he wasn't the first to approach people at gatherings. Some thought he was very religious, and would turn out to be a goody-goody.
"Come on, come on, tell me what happened next," my sister prodded.
"Well, I just gawked at it in amazement. I couldn't say anything. I guess I was kind of shocked that it was all happening, you know, I couldn't believe I was looking at his dick. Mark was smiling and pulling back and forth on it, as he slowly walked over and stood right next to me.
"I was so amazed, and sort of in shock at what was happening. I just stood there like some kind of an idiot. I was scared, but I couldn't move. The sight of that big prick was awesome, yet magnificent. It was stiff and throbbing.
'"Hold it for me Ellen,' he said, as he continued to stroke that big hunk of meat. 'I won't tell anyone, I promise.'
"I couldn't help myself Sheila. like last night with you, I just knew it was something I wanted to do, so I did it. I reached out, and put my hand around his pulsating cock. Mark let out a groan, and told me how good it felt."
Sheila interrupted to ask "Did it make you hot too.? "
"Ya, but I was afraid to let him know it. I wanted to rip my clothes off and push my pussy on it, and
I even thought of sucking it. I don't know why I didn't because I wanted to do it do badly. Maybe I didn't want to get hurt; you know, have him rip me open with that monster. Maybe it was the fear of getting knocked up. I don't know. I just know that I didn't do anything except hold it tight and pull the skin back and forth as far as it would go in each direction.
"After I ran my fist up and down his shaft a few times, he almost whispered to me, 'Ellen, can I put it in you?'
"I panicked, thinking of a baby, and the pain it would cause, and took my hand off of it. Mark must have sensed that I was terrified at the idea of getting fucked, so he said to forget it, that he would be happy if I just finished him with my hand.
"I put my hand back on it, and jerked back and forth, slowly at first. He closed his eyes and made soft noises of pleasure as I played with it and examined it. The head was much bigger than the shaft of his dick, and the skin wouldn't cover it, so I slid part of my hand over the tip. That made him go crazy with pleasure. Pretty soon, I did it faster and faster.
"Then I got real brave and reached out and touched his balls! He kept his eyes closed all the time. Maybe that's why I got so brave. He kept saying, 'Um ... uhhhh, that's it, um ... ' His balls were big too, and were real hard inside his sack."
Sheila was listening intently to every word I was saying, obviously eager for details. She kept saying things like, "Go on. What happened next? Then what? Ya, ya."
Because I was getting so much encouragement from my sister, I didn't leave out any of the details.
"He had a lot of hair around his groin and balls. It didn't feel soft and silky like yours. Kind of coarse and masculine feeling, and it was sexy as hell to look at and to feel. I had an urge to shove my ringers in my cunt, and probably would have if I wasn't afraid he'd want to shove that beautiful piece of meat in there instead.
"Anyway, I kept sliding my hand back and forth, and grasping his prick firmly, and I could feel it swell and throb even more in my fist. Every time I pulled my hand across the fact smooth head of his cock, he would moan and thrust his hips forward, so I knew he liked that area rubbed."
Sheila cut in again, and asked impatiently, "Did he cum off?"
"Did he ever! You better believe it. I guess I only did it for a couple of minutes, but towards the end, I could feel him stiffen, and he moaned louder, and kept saying, 'That's it, that's it, here it goes.'
"At first, I didn't realize what he was talking about, but then he quickly turned sideways and shot his white juice all over the kitchen floor Wow! Sheila, you had to see it to believe it. I didn't know guys could make it go so far. It was almost like he was taking a piss. If it wasn't white, and sticky, I wouldn't have known the difference."
We were both laughing and chuckling.
"How do you know it was sticky?" she asked.
"Because I got a lot of it on my hand. It was real warm too, and kind of thick, like paste.
"When he asked me to go over to the sink and get some paper towels for him to clean up with, so I did. But, when instead of handing them to him, I cleaned him up myself, running the paper towels over his stomach, through his hairy crotch, around his balls, and finally patted his dick with them. It was still sticking straight out."
"It was?" Sheila asked. "I thought they went limp after they shot their load."
"Me too," I said, "but his didn't. It stuck straight out there.
"Then Mark reached over and touched my tit. It shocked me, and I pulled back in surprise.
"'Ellen,' he said, 'just let me feel them for a minute, okay?'
So I nodded, and stood there with the wet sticky paper towels in my hand while he felt me up.
"I have to admit I like the feel of his hands on my tits, and he must have like the feel of my tits because he started jerking his own cock back and forth. I just stood there looking at his cock and watching the way he grasped it and yanked at it back and forth.
'"Ellen, you're a beautiful girl,' he said, but I thought he was just saying that to get his own way. I didn't really think it was true until you told me yourself last night."
"You are beautiful, but what happened next Ellen "
"Nothing really, he kept feeling my boobs, and kept jerking himself. He did ask me to play with his balls some more, and I did. In fact, I was holding them both in my hand when I felt him stiffen again, and I could feel them pulsating and tightening up. That's when he shot another load of cum on the floor while he was holding my tit, and I was cupping his nuts in my hand.
"I was a little disappointed in the size of his second load. It wasn't nearly as much as the first stream."
Sheila started to laugh as she said, "Don't tell me. Then you had to go get more paper towels."
"Yup, you guessed it. Only this time when I walked back to him, his cock was falling asleep. It was getting smaller and smaller. And, Mark took the towels from me and cleaned up his own mess, then pulled up his shorts."
"You never did say if he was wearing anything under them, was he? Was he wearing underwear?"
"No, I don't think so. At least I can't remember seeing any.
"But you know Sheila, even when his cock was down, it was still real pretty and big. It kind of looked like a fat, white, limp sausage. God, you should have seen it."
"Ohh, you lucky girl. I wish I had seen it too."
"Sheila! I can't believe you said that! You really do dig him, don't you?"
"Ever since the first day I saw him. When he moved in I couldn't take my eyes off him, but then I sort of gave up hope because he seemed so involved in the church, and not interested in girls."
"Yea, I know what you mean," I replied. "I was even wondering if he was interested in boys instead of girls."
"You're kidding. Mark, a fag?"
"Well, one never knows these days."
Then she teased me by saying, "Well my little sister, I guess you don't have any doubts now, do you? Not after yanking on it, and causing him to gush not one, but two loads all over your hand and his kitchen floor." Sheila's smile was so sweet and understanding as she teased me, and I even sensed that she was a bit jealous.
"He wants me to go back, too. He told me I could drop over anytime." I guess I couldn't help rubbing it in a little, just to tease her back.
"Really now, you don't say? Maybe he wants some of this the next time." Her head went straight down between my legs, and her hands pushed my pink cunt lips apart as her hungry tongue entered my moist hot pussy again.
Already Sheila performed as if she had been licking and sucking cunt all her life. I guess it's something that just comes naturally (no pun intended). Sort of like an ice cream cone, only warm. They're both delicious, sticky, and easy to get used to. The more you eat, the more you want. And, that's the way I felt too.
Quickly jerking myself around, I put us in the sixty-nine position again, and dove into her snatch too. This time my mouth was quickly filled with her juices. Sheila obviously had gotten worked up over hearing about my adventure with Mark, and was more than ready to have me clean her up with my mouth. I was having the most succulent breakfast of my life, and Sheila was obviously enjoying her feast too.
We were so damn hot that it didn't take us long at all to start cuming in each others mouths. This time we were both ready for the stream of juices, and plunged our face's in, trying to suck out every drop. We were both going crazy as we climaxed again and again, writing and trembling with pleasure. We had at least three orgasms each, and our faces were wet with the pussy juices we couldn't swallow.
When we were exhausted and drained, we rolled around to face each other again, and our tongues met again. First we kissed tenderly and lovingly, and then fiercely, fucking each others mouths with our tongues until we were totally exhausted again. We lay there in each others arms smiling like the young school girls we were, content and happy in our new found love and affection for one another.
"You're an animal," Sheila teased with affection, "and I'm glad you are."
"You're pretty wild yourself. I don't want to leave this room. Never. I'm so happy." That was true at the moment. My happiness was so great that I didn't want it to end.
"If you stay here forever, you'll never be able to see Mark again."
"Maybe you could slip out of bed, go over there and bring him back," I said.
"Sure," she laughed, "and march him right by Mom and Dad, and tell them he's here to fuck the brains out of my darling baby sister."
"I told you my dear, I don't want him to put that pole in me. Do you want to get screwed by him?"
"No, no," she answered quickly, "but I sure wouldn't mind playing with it like you did."
"Well, why don't we see what we can do to arrange it. Maybe he'll let us both play with it," I suggested.
"Wow, that would be neat," she exclaimed. The idea was starting to get us both excited again, for we were both feeling each other up, when we were startled by our mother's voice, and knock on the door. "Come on girls, breakfast!"
CHAPTER THREE
"You girls certainly are happy this morning," our mother was saying as she prepared our breakfast and we munched away at the corn flakes. "What's up today?"
We of course denied that anything was up, but I guess she was right, for we usually dragged ourselves to the table, and didn't wake up for at least an hour. Breakfast was always sort of a moody occasion, with mumbling instead of conversation. There we were, laughing, joking, and thoroughly enjoying life. Now that Sheila and I shared a wonderful secret, I guess it drew us closer than we had ever been.
Mother announced she was driving to Mendel!, to visit our grandparents, and inquired whether or not we .want to go. It was about a sixty mile drive, and usually took up the better part of the day. Although we dearly loved our grandparents, we didn't have anything in common with them, and just sat around their house bored stiff, trying to be polite, making small talk.
"Do we have to go?" I asked.
"No, of course not, but I do think they will be disappointed if you don't," mother said.
"Can't you tell them we went out on an outing with some friends, or something?" Sheila asked.
"Listen young ladies, I'm not going to tell lies to your grandparents. Labor Day is only a few weeks away, and I'll tell them you'll see them then. So, mark that on your calendar. For now, I'll just say you had other things to do.
"By the way, what are your plans for today? After you clean your room, and this kitchen, of course."
"I want to go over to the mall and get some cosmetics, and things." Sheila said it with a mouthful of cereal.
I just offered, "Nothing much."
"Well, whatever you do, be good," mother said. "I've got to get going or I won't get back in time to feed you in time. By the way, before your father left for work, he asked if one of you would hand deliver this envelope to Reverend Brody."
Mother's statement hit us like a bolt of lightening as she put a white envelope on the table. Reverend Brody was none other than Mark's father.
Both of us asked at the same time, "What's in the envelope?"
"I think it's an invitation for Reverend Brody to join your father's club. He's heard that Reverend Brody-likes to play golf, and he's being offered a free membership at the Maple Hill Club. Your father is proud of the fact he got the other members to agree to his suggestion."
"Wow, bet Mr. Brody will like that." I said.
"It's 'Reverend Brody, Ellen', " my mother corrected. "Now I've got to go." She walked over and kissed us goodbye, then left the house.
As soon as she was out the door, we both broke out in shit eating grins. Here was the perfect excuse for going over to the Brody's!
"What if he's not home?" I asked.
"Who, Mark, or his father?"
"Mark, you dummy," I said, "unless of course you've the hots for his father too."
At that, she playfully threw her napkin at me, missed, and jumped up. "Come on hot pants, let's get this damn place cleaned up," she commanded.
For the next hour or so, we cleaned up the kitchen, the bathroom, and our bedroom, and then ourselves. While in the shower, I had to use all of my self control not to finger fuck myself silly, for I was getting really worked up just thinking about Mark's big cock, and also the memory of my sister's hot tongue up there didn't help.
It was mid morning when we were both ready to descend on the Brody house. Being a nice warm summer day gave us the excuse to wear as little as possible. I was wearing my favorite shorts, and a halter top. Sheila picked out a tight fitting skirt, and an almost see-through blouse that showed off her boobs. We were as sexy as we could get without being obscene, and of course our makeup had been applied and analyzed fifty times or more.
When we rang the doorbell of the Brody house, we were both disappointed. Mrs. Brody answered the door. She was very matronly appearing, but extremely pleasant with a warm smile of welcome. She was much taller than our mother, and had Mark's brown eyes and wavy hair. She would have been the perfect no nonsense home room teacher in any school system. This lady went by the rule book. No wonder Mark was a bit reserved. He must have been held in line all of his life.
"Why, hello. Sheila, and Ellen, right?" she greeted and asked at the same time.
"Hello, Mrs. Brody." Sheila took the lead and did all the talking. I played the young shy sister.
"Our mother asked us to deliver this envelope to Reverend Brody," she announced as she held up the envelope.
"Oh, dear, Mr. Brody is over at the church office, but I'll be happy to give it to him when he comes home tonight."
I couldn't help thinking that it was okay for her to refer to her husband as "Mr. Brody", so why did my mother correct me and insist on the title of "Reverend". I made a mental note to bring this up to my mother.
"Will you please do that?" Sheila said, and passed her the envelope.
We were both greatly disappointed at not getting a glimpse at our sex idol, and were just turning to leave when she invited us to enter.
"Would you young ladies like to come in for a minute, and perhaps have a cup of tea with me? Mark is here too, and I'm sure he'd like to see you both."
Our faces must have lit up like a Christmas tree, as we rapidly mumbled our acceptance, and were ushered into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Mark, sitting at the table, tinkering with a digital wristwatch.
"Mark, dear, we've got company; Sheila, and Ellen are here."
Mark beamed his approval of our intrusion, and told us he was pleased to see us, and inquired as to the nature of our visit.
"Sit down girls," instructed his mother.
Mrs. Brody told him about the envelope we were delivering, and we repeated what our mother had told us about the contents. Both Mark, and his mother, said the good Reverend would probably gladly accept the invitation. Mrs. Brody went on to say her husband didn't relax enough, and this membership would do him the world of good, physically and mentally.
Mark was having trouble setting the date on his digital watch, but managed to accomplish the feat as we were drinking the tea Mrs. Brody prepared for us. As all this small talk was going on, Sheila and I were checking Mark out, and we were both disappointed in the fact that we couldn't see anything showing in his crotch. He was wearing faded jeans, and there was no indication that a big cock was being concealed under the fabric.
I caught Mark running his eyes over my body more than once, and he knew I was aware of his eyes roaming over my tits, because we exchanged "I know what you're doing" smiles.
I could feel my face getting flushed at the thought of this gorgeous blonde, brown-eyed hunk of muscles eating my pussy. Right there in front of his mother, I was imagining such as thing! I also wondered if it would feel as good as when Sheila did it. The way my sister was checking him out too, I could just imagine the thoughts in her head.
"Mark, maybe Sheila and Ellen would like to use the pool sometime."
Mrs. Brody's suggestion was pounced upon by her son, who quickly answered, "Sure, anytime. In fact, I was going to use it today."
The Brody's lived in what was referred to as the Parrish House, because it was church-owned. The last pastor had a large family, and the affluent congregation had installed an in-ground pool for them. We didn't have a pool, although about half the families in Canterville did.
"Wow, that would be terrific." It seemed as if I shouted the words.
"You wouldn't mind?" My sister's voice was filled with excitement too.
"Heck no," Mark said, "it would be nice to have company. Problem is, I don't think Mom has two swimsuits. and even if she does, they probably won't fit."
"Mark Brody, watch your tongue," admonished his mother. "The girls can trot home and put on their own suits. That is, if you want to, and if your parents wouldn't mind."
Mrs. Brody was quickly assured by us, that our parents would have no objections, and yes, we'd love to use the pool. After announcing that we'd be right back, we ran home, and I do mean ran.
Once inside our bedroom, we screamed with delight over our good fortune, and peeled off our clothes.
Sheila was sitting naked on the bed, getting ready to put her shapely legs into her suit when she shocked me by saying, "Do you think he's too big to get in here?" There she was, leaning back on the bed with her legs spread as far apart as she could get them. Both of her hands were holding the lips of her cunt apart, and I could plainly see the pink flesh inside. To use an expression of the day, she had a shit ass eating grin all over her face.
I recovered from the initial shock of her lewdness, which was so unlike her, and said, "I don't know, let's see if it's big enough."
Walking over to her outstretched legs, I peered into her cunt, shoved in a couple of fingers, and said, "Maybe, but it will be a tight fit.
"Do you really want him to fuck you?" I asked the question in amazement.
"No. I don't want to get knocked up either, but I'd like to fool around with him, and watch him shoot his stuff, like you did. Would you be jealous?"
"Not if you'd let me watch," I said, and we both knew Mark was to be shared property.
I pulled my fingers out of her hole, and licked them. "I wonder if he'll like the taste of you as much as I do?"
"I hope I get to find out today," she admitted.
Once back at the Brody residence, we went directly around back to the pool as instructed before leaving. Sure enough, Mark was already in the pool splashing around. The problem was, so wasn't his mother there! She was sitting by the pool reading a book.
"That didn't take long," Mrs. Brody greeted. "Jump in," shouted Mark, "last one in is a rotten egg."
I dove in immediately, but Sheila chose to go to the shallow end and enter slowly without getting her hair wet. She probably feel she'd be sexier and more appealing to Mark if she kept her hair dry.
We couldn't see Mark's crotch too clearly the way he was moving around, and twisting, but when we did get a glimpse or two at the groin area, it was obvious that the hunk of meat I jerked off was still there. Of course, it wasn't stiff; not in the presence of his mother but-none-the-less it was a turn on.
When Mark climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge of it with his feet dangling in the water, he had his back to his mother. We got a good look at his bulge this time.
Mark was wearing small, white, bikini type bathing trunks. Thinking back on it, it's a wonder his proper, puritanical mother, allowed him to wear it. Maybe she was too embarrassed to call attention to it, since he was sixteen. Anyway, the wet suit clung to his body, and showed the outline of his cock. Today he had it pointing diagonally upwards. Wisps of pubic hair stuck out just below the bulge of his balls.
Sheila swam over to me and whispered, "Fucking Christ! You weren't kidding sweetheart. What a delicious looking dong."
That was the first reference to eating him that either of us had made. The idea had crossed my mind, but I hadn't seriously considered it. Now I just laughed and splashed water at her.
Sheila swam over to me again, and said in a low voice, "You can even tell he's cut, I can't believe it."
"He's what?"
"He's cut?"
"Where?" Yes, I actually asked it. As I said before, I got most of my education from my sister.
"Circumcised, you dummy. The foreskin's cut off."
"How did you know?" I asked. "I'll tell you later."
That night in the privacy of our bedroom. Sheila explained how you could tell. She taught me that circumcised men usually showed a definite distinction between the head of their pricks and the shaft, that circumcision leaves the head exposed and a pronounced ridge where the cutting took place. She said that men with foreskin covering the head of their dicks just showed an overall smoothness, much like a cigar that tapers off on the end. Later on in life, I found this to be true.
Mrs. Brody arose from her chair, and called out to us. "Would you like some refreshments? How about a Coke, or sandwiches, or both?"
"Great," Mark shouted back. Just a Coke for me."
Sheila and I said, "Me too," almost in unison.
Mrs. Brody retreated through the back door of the house. Alone at last with Mark.
"You guys swim pretty good," he said. Then he added with a mischievous grin, "And, those suits are real sexy."
"Look who's talking about sexy suits!" Sheila shot back.
This time it was Mark's turn to color a little. Guess he wasn't used to a girl making a direct reference to his manhood. It was a brazen statement, but most true.
"Chalk one up for the pretty one," he smiled.
We made small talk about the coming school year, and how we were all dreading the thought of it, and yet looking forward to it.
"Mark, do you think your mother would mind if I used the bathroom?" Sheila asked.
"No, not at all. Better than doing it in the pool." At that, we all had to laugh, and Sheila climbed out, and trotted towards the house.
"I'm glad you came back," Mark admitted. He really seemed to mean it.
I mumbled a "Thank you" and asked, "Do you mind that Sheila came with me?"
"No, she seems to be as nice as you."
The compliment was appreciated, and I believed he wasn't just saying it to get into my pants.
"Did you tell your sister what we did?" The point blank question caught me off guard, and I stammered, "No, why should I?" I guess I lied because I didn't want to admit that I broke the promise I made to him.
"I don't know, it just seems that you two are very close, and might share everything."
I wondered if he had any idea that we wanted to share him. The first time he had more or less seduced me, and now I wanted to seduce him, the way I had seduced and ravaged my sister the night before.
"We're close, but not that close," I lied again.
"Did you bring her over here for protection today?"
"No, did you wear that suit in order to show Sheila what you've got too?" I gave him my most innocent smile as I asked the question.
"My, my, do I detect a hint of jealousy already? I gave it to you to play with, not to keep."
I was still hanging on to the side of the pool, looking up between his legs, and was watching the trunks grow before my very eyes.
"From the looks of it, you're in the mood to have someone play with it again."
We were both smiling as he said, "I sure am, but it's not possible today. Not with my mother home, and your sister around."
"'Guess you're right." I agreed because I couldn't figure out how to let him know there was nothing to fear from my sister, that she would be more that, willing to yank on that quivering shaft of meat. Besides, he was right. With his mother hanging around, there was no chance of squeezing the juice out of him.
"Ellen, will you do me a favor?" Again he had a mischievous smile and look on his adorable face. "What?"
"Show me some tit."
"Mark! You're crazy! Not here, not now."
"Why not? No one can see but me. You're back is against the house. Just slip one out, come on."
Looking over my shoulder at the house, I couldn't see anyone around, so I turned towards him and yanked down the top covering my left tit.
"Okay, hot pants?" I asked. I left it hanging out.
"Wow, you do have nice tits. The next time we get together I'd like to suck on them. Would you like that?"
"Sounds good to me." I had my mind made up that I'd like him to suck my cunt, but my boobs were as good a place as any for him to start.
"Have you ever had your tits sucked before?"
Again I lied, and told him no.
"Sheila's had her tits sucked," I volunteered
Maybe I was trying to tell him in my own way that she would be receptive to having him suck on her big nipples.
"Yea? By whom?" he wanted to know.
No way was I about to admit it was my mouth that sucked on her tits like a hungry baby.
"I don't know, she wouldn't tell me. We were talking about it one day, and she just said that someone did it, and it felt good."
"Did she have anything else done to her?"
"Boy, are you nosey. But according to her, the answer is 'no'. She hasn't even touched a guy; well, not the way I did to you."
"Do you think she was telling you the truth?"
"I don't know. Why are you so interested in Sheila?" He was now defensive.
"Just curious, that's all."
"It sounds to me like you've got the hots for her too. Am I too young for you?"
"Aww come on Ellen, don't get so uptight. You're only two years younger than I am, and with those tits," it was still hanging out, "how can I not be interested in them?"
"You just sounded like you'd make it with her in a minute if she'd let you, that's all."
"Hey girl, don't you know by now that it's only human nature for a guy to like girls. All girls. Nothing wrong with looking, as the old saying goes."
"Umm, umm," was my only coy response.
"Don't you check other guys out, the same way you've been checking me out? It doesn't mean you grab on to all of them."
He was right of course. I had been looking up and down, from his handsome young face, to his stiff beautiful cock, as I had done to other boys. But, so far, I had only touched him.
"Sheila's coming," he said quickly.
I pulled up my top, turned, and saw my sister running across the lawn to the pool. She came right over to our end of the pool, and extended the three Cokes she brought with her. She was standing directly over Mark, and couldn't help but notice his hard on.
I knew she saw it immediately, because she gave me a knowing look and a smile when she said sweetly, "Mrs. Brody asked me to bring these out. What have you two been up to?"
I looked down at Mark's crotch. He had quickly closed his legs, and crossed his hands over his prick which went limp right after he realized he was subject to discovery.
Mark mumbled, "Nothing much. Just wondering what was taking you so long."
"Oh yea, you wouldn't kid me now, would you? You really talked only about me? Why, I'm truly flattered Mr. Brody."
We chuckled because Sheila was trying to be so grown up with a bad Marilyn Monroe imitation. The fluttering of her eyelashes and the twist of her hips with both hands placed on them, made her look sexy, but not the vamp she was copying.
Mrs. Brody came out of the house and walked over to us. She asked, "Will you kids be alright if I leave for a little while? I'd like to go over to the hospital to visit a sick lady."
"Yea Mom, we'll be okay, don't worry. Who's sick?"
"Mrs. Anderson. You know, the lady who uses a walker and sits in the last pew every Sunday? Your father just called and asked if I had the time to look in on her. I don't think it's serious, but she has no one, and I think I really should go."
"Okay Mom, we'll be alright, no problem."
"Stay as long as you want to girls, but watch out you don't get sunburned. The sun is going to be very hot in a little while. Mark, give the girls some of my sunscreen."
I thought to myself, 'the son already got hot; her son!'. Instead, my sister and I reassured her that we would take precautions not to get bummed. Mark already had a nice tan, so he didn't have to worry about burning.
Mrs. Brody went into the house, and a few moments later came out, got into the Ford station wagon, and drove off.
"I'll get the lotion," Mark announced. Mom's right, we can't have you turning into lobsters." He got up and strode through the back door, leaving us alone to compare notes.
"He's even more beautiful than I thought," Sheila confessed. "What did you do to get him so excited while I was gone?"
"You saw it, "Jesus, how could I miss it. What a fucking telephone pole. It's amazing he didn't poke a hole through the bathing suit with it. What did you do, or say, to get it so friggin' hard?"
"Nothing much, just showed him some tit."
"You what?"
"I showed him my tit. He asked to see it, so I turned my back to the house, and had it hanging out when you came back. He was telling me he wanted to suck on it."
"Well, when he comes back, you let him do just that Little Sister."
"I don't think he'll do anything with you around. He asked me if I told you what happened the day I jerked him off, and I lied and told him 'no'. He seems to be afraid of you knowing anything."
"Why did you lie to him dummy?" Sheila was obviously annoyed with me.
"Because I didn't want him to know I broke my promise to him."
Then I told her the whole conversation, and she seemed pleased about the part when I told Mark she had her tits sucked on, but wouldn't tell me who did the sucking, and that nothing else happened. "Well, maybe that will convince him that he has nothing to be afraid of with me.
Then we quickly devised a plan to seduce our blonde Adonis.
"Here comes our tit sucker honey. It's only a matter of time now." Sheila said it with obvious glee.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sheila and I were sitting on the edge of the pool as we watched Mark make his approach. He strode gracefully towards us, and if he had any idea that we were hot for his body, he gave no indication of it. He acted the part of a perfect young gentleman.
"Here you go girls, just what the doctor ordered." He handed us a tube of tanning oil with a sunscreen factor of four. "You'd better dry off before putting it on."
We both thanked him. Sheila was the first to grab a towel, and the oil, as she commented on what a beautiful tan he had. He was standing directly over us,' not even two feet away, and seemed pleased that we appreciated his summer-long efforts to achieve the bronze color.
Sheila asked, "What's your natural color?"
"Too white," he replied with a charming smile.
"What do you mean by 'too white'? " I inquired.
Mark pulled down the side of his tiny swimsuit and revealed a few inches of white hip. "This color. You could see me in the dark it's so white."
"Then you'd better keep your clothes on at night," Sheila said, and we all laughed. Not that it was so funny, it was just that we were in a silly mood, stumbling around for an opening that would achieve our plans.
Getting Mark to pull down his bathing suit to reveal his true color, was our first plan. It didn't work. His bulge was almost directly in our faces, and it didn't move as we looked up at it, pretending to study his natural skin color. That's when I put plan two into action.
"Now it's my turn to go," I lied. "Can I use your bathroom Mark?"
"Sure, go ahead. It's better than ... "
"Than going in the pool," I finished. "Where is it?"
"Come on, I'll show you," he said.
We went in the house and Mark lead the way through the kitchen, down a hallway, and pointed to the last door on the right.
"There you go, right in there."
"I don't have to go," I admitted.
"You don't?" He was surprised.
"No silly."
"But ... "
"You wanted to suck my tit didn't you?" I interrupted. Then I brazenly pulled my top down with both hands, exposing my tits.
He instantly broke into a big grin, and said, "Boy, you don't waste time, do you?" He reached out, grabbed both tits, and began to fondle them, and at the same time planted his mouth firmly on a nipple, and started sucking and licking. After a few seconds he reached over, without taking his mouth off the nipple, grabbed my hand, and planted it on his already erect cock.
This time I wasn't shy about grasping it firmly. It seemed even larger than I remembered as I stroked it back and forth and tried to shove my tit down his throat. Suddenly he pulled away from my chest, and had a serious look.
"Let's go into the kitchen where we can see if anyone is coming. It's safer in there. Besides, I don't want to get anything on the rug."
Mark didn't wait for an answer. He took my hand and lead me back to the kitchen. I followed like an obedient puppy dog with my tits stil! hanging out.
Once in the kitchen, we stood next to the kitchen sink which overlooked the back yard and the garage. We could see out, but no one could see in, because the windows were high, and we were in the shaded kitchen. Because of the bright sun outside, you couldn't see into the house.
Mark then surprised me by throwing his strong muscled arms around me, and planting a kiss firmly on my lips. His actions were rewarded immediately by my own arms hugging him, and my lips yeilded to his. I think I was the first to insert my tongue into his mouth. Everything happened so fast, that I'm not really sure, but I do know that we swapped tongues and hungrily enjoyed the moment.
My tits were pressed tightly against his smooth hairless chest, and I could feel his stiff cock grinding into my stomach. I could even feel the hot sticky liquid drooling out of the end of his prick as he continued to French kiss me, and dry fuck me at the same time.
I was going wild, returning his grinds against my body, and running my hands through his curly blonde hair. I couldn't believe this sexy young blonde god was getting so excited over me, and it flattered my ego that he found me so exciting.
Mark was the first to pull his mouth away, and looked quickly out the window. Sheila was still at the pool, applying the tanning oil. The coast was clear.
"Mark was still holding me in his arms as he tugged at the top of my suit, untied it, and let the halter drop to the floor. Then his hands darted between my legs as his mouth returned to my lips. One hand was roaming all over my firm ass, and his other hand was rubbing my pussy through the cloth material. Before I knew it, he was pulling my bottoms down, and almost had my cunt fully exposed before I stopped him.
"No, Mark. We can't go that far," I protested.
"I won't put it in, I promise," he panted. "I just want to see all of you."
"I'm not ready for that Mark, please," I pleaded and I quickly pulled the bottoms up.
"Okay, okay," was all he muttered as he moved his mouth back to my tits, and softly munched away. He didn't give up trying to finger fuck me through the cloth material, and as his fingers caressed my crack, I could feel my juices starting to flow. I was almost ready to climax from his pussy rubbing, when he took his hand off my hot hole, and removed his mouth from my tit. He stood up. I was still holding onto his throbbing cock and pulling at it.
"Ellen, jerk it harder, hold it tighter."
As if he thought I didn't know what he meant, he reached down and placed his hand over mine, and squeezed a little tighter. When he was satisfied that I was doing it right, he sort of leaned back, and looked down at his own swelling prick and watched me masturbate him.
The next thing I knew, he placed one hand behind the back of my head, and gently pulled my head down towards his cock. Instantly I knew what he wanted me to do, but for some reason I resisted. It's not that I didn't want to suck his prick, for I did. I wanted to know what it was like to suck cock, but for some reason I was afraid, now that the opportunity was staring me in the face.
"Put your mouth on it." Mark said it half as a question, and half as a statement.
"I don't want to, Mark."
"Why? I thought you liked it."
"I've never done that."
"I meant, I thought you liked my cock, I thought you liked me."
"I do, but ... "
He didn't let me protest further. "Then put your mouth on it for me, come on, just for a minute," he coaxed.
I had stopped jerking his dick, and was looking down at it as he spoke. It was sticking straight up, almost hugging his stomach. I had heard that cocks stood out horizontally, yet his was about as vertical as it could get, almost touching his belly button. Years later I would find out that this kind of hard-on was a sure sign of youth.
I put my hand back on his cock, and rubbed my hand over the big fat head of it. Looking at pictures of cocks was one thing, but here was the real thing, strong, hard, pulsating, and far more exciting to hold than to look at.
I pulled at the throbbing flesh until he moaned and his breathing intensified. I attempted to pull the skin on the shaft up over the bulging head, but couldn't.
My sister was right. Mark was definitely circumcised. At this stage of my life, I was still uncertain as to why some men were cut, and some weren't, and didn't give it much thought at that moment. As I played with his luscious tool, I remember thinking that I had to tell Sheila she was right.
An almost clear liquid was drooling out of the hole, and with my thumb and forefinger, I felt it. The oozing liquid was warm and slippery feeling, and not like the load of cum he had shot the time before.
"What's that?" I asked. "It's all wet."
He didn't explain it was Nature's own lubricant. Maybe he didn't know. "Don't worry about it, I'll wipe it off.
He reached over the kitchen sink, grabbed a paper towel, and patted his hard penis. "Come on Ellen, just a little bit," he coaxed, and again tried to pull my head down to the monster staring me in the face. Again, I resisted.
"I don't want to Mark, really."
It was a lie. I did want to. Why I played this dumb hard to get game with him, I don't know. Perhaps I was still trying to be a 'good girl'. Perhaps I was afraid of not being respected. All my life I heard that men only want to use girls for their own pleasure, and smart girls controlled their emotions, and didn't allow themselves to be used. Whatever the reason, I resisted my strong desire to plunge my mouth on it.
Maybe Mark felt he had to get me hotter, because he didn't push the issue. Instead, he lowered his head and planted his warm mouth back on my tit. His tongue started licking one nipple, then the other, as his hands were busy fondling the meaty flesh of my tits. His hot mouth felt wonderful.
When his hand darted from one of my tits down to my covered hole, it felt even better. As he rubbed up and down rapidly with his ringers, I found myself responding by grinding my pussy against his hand.
Still holding Mark's big long fat cock, I looked down at his balls. They were bobbing up and down in the big sack containing them. Every time I pulled on his shaft, they would lift up, and than drop lower on the back-stroke. I found myself getting really turned on now by his balls. They intrigued me.
Lifting my eyes from his nuts, to his cock, to his pulsating cock, up to his hungry mouth working on my tits, I caught a glimpse of a movement outside. I jerked around and looked out the kitchen window and saw Sheila approaching the back door! She was halfway towards us.
Sensing my panic, Mark lifted his head and saw what I did. He immediately stood up, and stuffed his hard organ into those tiny swim trunks, and picked up my top.
"Hurry up," he said, "put it on."
I had just managed to get the damn thing over my nipples, and was just about to tie the strings in back when Sheila walked in. She hadn't bothered to knock, or to announce herself.
"Hey guys, what's taking so long?" she asked as she stepped into the kitchen. Then it must have been instantly crystal clear to her. She froze and surveyed the scene. Me, with my top half on. Mark with an obvious hard-on, only three feet away. A paper towel crumbled up on the floor. Sheila said later, that Mark's face was one of horror and guilt, and mine showed utter surprise.
"I'll be a son of a bitch! You're trying to fuck my sister! Or, have you?" Sheila looked directly at Mark. Maybe she was a bit jealous, but of course I knew she wasn't as angry as she pretended.
Mark's face was crimson. He stammered, "No, you've got it wrong Sheila. Nothing happened."
"Oh no? That happened," she was pointing at his crotch. It was still hard as hell, because everything happened so quickly it didn't have time to go down. "You damn well can't hide that fact Mark Brody!"
Mark looked down at his prick as if he couldn't believe it showed, while I continued putting on my top and tying it.
I couldn't understand why Sheila was being so tough on the guy, but didn't say anything until she turned to me an asked, "Did he fuck you?"
"No, no, of course not," I mumbled.
"Was he trying to?"
"Not really."
"What the hell does that mean? Either he tried to or he didn't."
She didn't give up and I was very confused by how strong she was coming on. I didn't know if she was angry at me for leaving her out of the happenings or not.
"Look, Sheila, nothing happened. We just played around a little, okay?" Mark's voice was a little shaky and uneven. "Calm down will you, really, nothing happened."
Sheila ignored him, and looked me right in the eye as she commanded, "Ellen, tell me 'yes' or 'no', did he ask to have sex with you?"
"Yes." For some reason I couldn't lie to her.
"Exactly what did he say?"
"Well, he asked if I would put my mouth on it," I stammered. Then, looking at Mark, I felt terrible for saying it. I felt like a rat.
"You don't say?" she murmured, and then she started to laugh.
Mark and I exchanged puzzled looks. Her sudden change startled us.
"Mr. Brody, drop your pants," she commanded, "I want to see for myself what you wanted sucked." Sheila stood there and crossed her arms in a very authoritative pose.
Mark didn't move. He looked at her in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he heard her right.
"Come on, drop them." she repeated.
Without protesting, Mark lowered his bathing suit exposing a big limp cock. His face was red with embarrassment.
"Not bad, not bad at all," she said, and the smile was a bit arrogant. "Take them all the way off, I want to see you totally naked.
Again, Mark obeyed. He probably felt he was in no position to argue with her. He dropped the suit lower, and removed his legs from them, and let the suit drop to the floor. He stood awkwardly, not knowing what would happen next. I too, was wondering what the hell she was up to.
"Sit down, Mark, make yourself comfortable."
"Sit down?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes, sit down. Go on, sit down on the floor."
Mark sat down and crossed his legs.
We both watched Sheila in amazement. Slowly, and without a word, she removed her bathing suit and tossed it on top of Mark's. Stark naked, and still smiling coyly, she began to massage her tits with one hand, and her hair covered twat with the other.
"Open your legs, let us both see your fucking cock. Let's see what you want sucked."
Mark opened his legs, and while Sheila and I gaped at his dangling flesh, he stared in wonder at the show Sheila was performing almost directly in front of his face.
"Is the thought of having our lips on your cock exciting to you Mark?" Her voice was now low, and sexy. "Is it Mark? Come on, tell me the truth. Would you like to have our mouths on your dick?"
Mark nodded his head without saying a word. It was plain to see he was beginning to relax now. The red face was gone, and there was a touch of a smile on the corners of his beautiful face as he checked out my naked sister. His meat was slowly puffing up with renewed excitement.
"Come on, Ellen, strip. Mark wants to see us both naked, don't you Mark?"
Sheila took a step towards me, and untied my suit top, and threw it on the floor. She was standing half beside me, and half behind me, when she pushed the bottoms down to my knees, exposing my cunt to Mark. I stepped out of them myself, and then felt Sheila's hands wrap around me from the back. She cupped my tits with her hands, and fondled them gently.
Mark started to get up from the floor, but Sheila quickly said, "Stay right there, don't move." He returned to the floor. His prick was sticking straight up now. The sight of two young naked sisters in front of his homey eyes was driving him crazy with lust. He wanted action, and the promise of it was looking him in the face.
"Do you like his cock?" She was talking into my ear, but loud enough for Mark to hear.
"Yea, it's nice, don't you?"
"Oh yes, it is pretty. And big too. Would you want to suck on it?"
"I don't know."
"He want s it sucked Ellen."
"I know."
Mark was gently stroking his prick as we spoke. His legs were now spread-eagled as far apart as they would go, and he was exposing himself to our eyes obviously proud of his equipment, and the attention we were giving it.
"They say men love blow jobs honey. They love to face-fuck women. Should we let him put that big hunk of meat in our mouths?"
I was a little surprised at her question. Up to now I had thought my sister only wanted to play with his pecker, as I had done, and perhaps let Mark nibble on her titties. Now, here she was asking me if we should become cock suckers!
"If you want to, go ahead," is all I could say in answer. Yet I had the feeling that she didn't need an answer, or didn't care if she got one.
"But that works two ways. Women like to have their pussies licked too. How about it Mark, would you like to stick your tongue up here?" She had a finger inside her hole as she addressed Mark. He just looked in disbelief, as if he didn't comprehend the question.
My sister walked over to him, planted her pussy directly over his head, and pulled her cunt lips apart, showing him the pink flesh inside her body.
"Before we give you an answer about sucking your cock, show us how you eat pussy. Put your tongue in there."
Mark did as I had done. He pulled back.
"I've never done it," he protested.
"And my little sister has never sucked a dick."
She bent her knees, lowering her crack in front of his mouth, and urged, "Go on, lick it, and I won't tell anyone what you tried to do with my baby sister."
It was blackmail. Sheila was more devious than I thought. She had quickly sized up the situation she had walked in on, and almost instantly planned her course of action to suit her. I was gloating with pride at how clever she was.
Mark obeyed at once by planting his mouth on her hairy box. Sheila responded by lowering her body, pushing him to the floor with her knees on each side of his head. She was now sitting on his chest with her pussy firmly against his mouth.
"Come on Mark, start licking. Put your tongue in there. That's it, that's it. Lick it.
I walked around to look at the action going on. Mark had his eyes closed, and his mouth was covered with my sister's cunt. She reached around with one hand and grabbed at his cock, and began pumping it.
Mark made a few gagging noises as her muff pressed against his face, and sort of rocked his head back and forth. I couldn't determine if he was trying to get away from her box, or if he was trying to get his face further inside. What I could determine, was the fact that he was boiling hot.
Mark's monstrous cock was rock hard and pulsating. There was a long blue vein running the full length under his throbbing prick. The head was real pink, with juice flowing out of the hole. One didn't have to be an expert on human anatomy to know that this blonde handsome stud with a face full of pussy was turned on.
My own juices were flowing at the excitement of the scene before my young eyes. I started to seriously consider what it would be like to put that big banana in my mouth. The more I examined it, the more delicious it looked. I was beginning to get braver, and took a step closer, wondering if how much of it would fit into my mouth.
I probably would have dived on it, and found outright then and there, except for one thing. My sister reached out with one hand, grabbed my ass, and pulled me towards her. Instantly, her face was buried in my cunt, and her tongue went straight to my clit.
Sheila went wild with her movements. She was like an caged animal trying to escape. It was if there were only two exits; Mark's mouth, and my pussy, and she was shoving at both openings.
As she started to plunge her tongue in and out of me, I could hear Mark groaning and slurping at her grinding pussy. This time I realized his noises were brought about by pure pleasure. He was getting in to it, for sure, and loving it.
When Sheila pulled back from his face a few inches, I could see Mark's red tongue darting in and out of my sister's hot box like a snake. He was squirming and twisting. He now had both hands at her cunt lips, trying to pry them apart so he could get further in. Sheila's juices had made his face slimy and wet, as mine were doing to her face.
My sister and I started to moan at the same time at the intense pleasure of being eaten out. I think I was the first to reach an orgasm, but she quickly followed, filling Mark's mouth with her climax.
If he was shocked, or surprised, he didn't show it. Looking down at him, one would have thought he had been licking pussy since child birth. He kept his eyes closed during the entire meal of cunt. Maybe it was partially due to the fact that he didn't want to have his eyes stuffed with her pubic hairs.
Anyway, it later dawned on me, that Mark probably didn't know that my sister was having a meal of muff pie at the same time he was. He was so busy and intent on licking up her juices, and tongue massaging her clit, that he probably didn't care what was going on around him. He was in his own world down there.
I myself had three or four climaxes as Sheila ate me out, as I pulled, pawed, and manipulated my tits. Every once in awhile I would reach down a grab a handful of her tit, and squeeze her nipple gently. Sheila kept a hand on my ass, as if she was afraid I'd run away, and never took her other hand off the stiff cock drooling with pre-ejaculation jism.
I was so damn hot that I had made up my mind that I definitely wanted to plant my mouth on Marks's shaft, and taste him. I wanted his liquid in my mouth. I wanted to find out if his hot manly juices were as delicious and sensual as my sister's. Sheila and Mark had me so worked up that the idea of sucking cock was no longer repulsive.
I was wondering if, and how, I could handle the big white load of cum that he would shoot. I was asking my self questions. What would it taste like? Would I gag? Could I swallow it all, like I heard a woman is suppose to?
The whole idea of sucking off Mark, was sending me into the twilight zone, and it caused me to let out a shivering moan as I climaxed again, pouring even more juices into Sheila's mouth.
The trouble was, it was not just us having a climax. It was a three way affair. Yes. All three of us shot our juices at the same time.
As Sheila was licking out the last drop of my orgasm, I saw her buckle and quiver, and release more of her liquid in Mark's mouth. At the same time, Mark shot his load. While her juices were flowing in his mouth, he pushed his hips up as far as he could, and shot two or three streams of hot white sperm all over her ass and his stomach.
I was the first to step back. Grabbing a hand full of paper towels, I turned, and saw Mark's full face for the first time since Sheila pushed her cunt into his mouth. We all had big tremendous happy grins on our faces. Mark was the first to utter a word. It described how we all felt ...
"Wow!"
None of us were ready for the next words we heard.
"Oh my God! Oh my dear God!" shrieked Mrs. Brody, in stunned disbelief, as she leaned heavily against the back door.
CHAPTER FIVE
One would have thought she was viewing a bloody massacre. Mrs. Brody clung to the door, wailing and moaning, but not in the manner we had wailed and moaned while getting our rocks off.
She almost went into a state of shock, and the look of utter disbelief probably matched the look of utter disbelief on our faces as well. Mrs. Brody surveyed the entire scene in front of her several times. Her eyes kept roaming from one naked body to the other, as she rambled on and on. She could have been a stereotype Jewish mother, doing all the talking with no one answering her, and not really wanting an answer.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! I don't believe it. How could you do this?"
If I had the presence of mind that I do as I'm telling this story, I sure could have given her an answer. But, none of us could believe it either; she was actually standing there.
"like animals. Yes, like animals. That's what you are, animals!" she screamed.
"Ohhh, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"
While she was bemoaning the visual sight before her eyes, we were trying to cover up. Mark had drawn his knees up and was sitting in a fetal-like position. Sheila turned her back on Mrs. Brody, and was pawing at the pile of clothes on the floor. I tried unsuccessfully to cover my two tits with one hand full of paper towels, and my snatch with the other.
"Just wait until your father gets home," she threatened.
"Ohh my God, my dear God.
"You pigs couldn't wait for me to leave the house, could you?"
Half of her sentence was true, but I certainly didn't agree with the "pig" part.
"Get dressed immediately," she commanded. Then for some dumb reason she added, "all of you."
We scrambled around, found our clothing, and obeyed her command, as if the clothing would afford us some protection from her anger and fury. It didn't very long to accomplish our mission. We probably got dressed faster than we had gotten undressed.
"I want you young pigs out of my house now! Go on, get out, and don't you ever return. Leave my son alone, do you hear me!" She stepped into the kitchen and pointed to the door.
We didn't bother to answer her. We quickly departed, and ran all the way home.
For some reason we went directly to our own bedroom and locked the door, even though no one was home. Maybe we were unconsciously afraid that she would follow us. But, our main fear was our own parents. Mom and Dad would have a fit that would make Mrs. Brody's seem mild.
"What are we going to do now?" I questioned Sheila.
"Nothing, except claim rape."
"We can't do that! We didn't get fucked!"
"No one knows that except us," Sheila pouted.
""Are you suggesting that we tell Mom & Dad that Mark fucked us? That he forced us? You wouldn't do that to Mark, would you Sheila?"
"No, I guess not. I don't know, I just don't know."
"If we stress the fact that we're still virgins, they won't take it so bad." This statement of mine seemed to cheer her up a little.
"Yea, maybe you're right. All Mrs. Brody saw, was you standing there with a handful of paper towels, and me sitting on Mark's stomach. I don't think she saw us doing it."
Then I started to giggle. We were frightened almost out of our wits, yet the mental picture of Mrs. Brody standing in that doorway, and seeing what she did, all of a sudden became hysterical. "She saw his hard-on," I said in between my giggling. "I noticed it didn't go down when he shot his load. She can't honestly think he was unwilling."
"Yea, and she must have seen his load of jism all over my ass, too." Sheila had a little smirk on her face as she reached back and felt the dried cum. "I wonder if she was including Mark, when she called us 'pigs'. "
We spent roughly fifteen minutes discussing how our parents might react, and the actions they would take, and possible punishment. We were also wondering what was happening, and what would happen at the Brody household when Mark's father heard the news, when our telephone rang.
The telephone was at the foot of the stairs, and we could hear it faintly through our closed door. It rang many times before Sheila jumped up and ran down to answer it. I didn't know who it was until Sheila returned.
"Guess who?"
"Mom? Dad?"
"Nope, guess again."
"Come on, don't play games. Who was it?" I pleaded.
"One more try."
"Not Mark?" I asked, half hoping it was, in order to find out what was going on over at his house.
"Close, but no cigar. Try Mrs. Brody."
"Your kidding! She called here?" For some reason, the idea hadn't occurred to me that she would call. But then I thought of course she would, in order to inform our parents of what she had seen.
Sheila was sitting on the bed with me, and for the first time since the shock of being seen nude by Mark's mother, her face had a relaxed look
"Calm down, calm down. We might be in the dear." She reached out and held my hands in hers as she continued.
"She went on and on, telling me how shocked she is at our sinful actions. She was very, very calm. She also wanted to know how long we had been doing such things."
"What did you tell her?"' I interrupted
"I said something about nothing really happened, that we just played around a little, and that were still virgins. I don't recall my exact words.
"Anyway, she went on to say that because Mark is the oldest, she blames him just as much as us."
"Big deal," I said sarcastically. "Who gives a fuck who she blames?"
"Listen to me a minute will you?
"Okay, okay, go ahead."
"Get this," she squeezed my hands tighter in her excitement, "she's not going to tell Mom or Dad!"
"Your shitting? Really."
"That's right, really. But, there are strings attached ... "
She didn't get a chance to finish before I broke in sarcastically. "She probably saw you eating me out. and now wants her box cleaned out too."
"Ellen! Don't be so crude. Just listen, will you?'
But I didn't follow her advice. I guess I was so angry at being caught I just had to strike hack at Mrs. Brody. "Okay, I won't be crude. How about Mrs. Prim and Proper, who is married to Mr. Missionary Position, desires some oral sex to break up her otherwise dull existence, and exchange for your services, she will remain silent about the sinful way you seduced her poor boy, and ravaged your own sister?"
"Sheila was laughing. "You're too much. "You really are crazy, you know that?" No. seriously, listen to this.
"She feels it would serve no advantage to either household by telling her husband, or our parents. In fact, she thinks Reverend Brody couldn't handle it, and would come down on Mark much too harshly. And, she said although she doesn't know how our parents would handle it, she suspects it would be devastating news for months, and maybe years to come. So, she's not going to tell! Can you believe it?"
"Come on, what are the strings?"
"Oh, I had to promise her that neither of us would see Mark again, that we'd stay away from him."
"We've got to see him in school this year," I pointed out.
"You know what she means. Besides, we're all in different grades, so there's no real socializing to speak of. Anyway, I made the promise. For the both of us. Come on. Look happy will you?"
My sister had such a big smile of happiness on her face, that I had to return it, although I didn't like the idea of staying away from Mark. Hell, I was just starting to get turned on by him, and now as I think back on it, I truly believe I was just a little in love with him.
Sitting there hearing the news that I would now have to refrain from seeing Mark, made me more than a little sorry that I didn't dive on his cock, and suck every drop of his manly juices. I was sorry just then that I had been so afraid to do what he had asked, and obviously wanted done so much. But, considering the severity of the situation, and knowing that all hell would break loose if our parents learned of our affair in the Brody's kitchen, I knew it was best to agree to Mrs. Brody's wishes. But, my inborn stubbornness just forced me to ask another question.
"What if we don't stop seeing Mark, and she finds out?"
"She made it plain that she would immediately inform our parents if we broke our promise, even if Mark himself is the one to make contact with us.
"She says, when we're all eighteen, we can do as we see fit, but until then, she doesn't want us near him."
I shrugged, saying, "Well, it was nice while it lasted."
"Come on Ellen, there are more cocks around for us to play with. We'll just have to be more careful next time."
"Was his tongue better than mine?"
She answered me by kissing me firmly on the lips. Our arms wrapped around each other, and we tumbled back on the bed, and were just starting to get passionately involved, when we heard the faint ringing of the telephone again. Reluctantly we broke apart, but this time it was I who went to answer it.
It was only Pete, the bartender, Dad's best friend, calling to speak to Mother. He probably felt he had to explain the reason he was calling once I informed him that Mom wouldn't be home until dinner. It was something about wanting to throw a surprise birthday party for our father, and he would get back to Mother, and would I not mention the fact he called.
Pete wasn't just a bartender. He also taught Physical Education over at Lincoln High, the next town over. Tending bar was his summer job, and night job during school season. Mom didn't particularly like Pete, we knew that. As I listened to his deep baritone voice, I recalled what I had heard about Pete having poor control of his sexual impulses. Mom had told Father once, that she thought Pete was a wolf in sheep's clothing. That made my Father laugh, and admit it was probably true. Mom also thought Pete should have been married years ago, with children of his own, instead of being a playboy.
I liked Pete, in spite of the fact that he was old. He was around thirty-five or so, my Father's age, and being a Phys. Ed. teacher, he was in pretty good shape. He was tall and beefy, with sharp angular features, and had great hair. I always noticed his hair when Dad brought him around. It was thick and wavy with just a hint of gray, and always well groomed. He was quite reserved for a such a big guy, and I sensed an unusual sensitivity about him that appealed to me. As I listened to Pete, I wondered for the first time, what he had between his legs, and mentally undressed him. I pictured him with a little bigger version of Mark's cock, only because he was taller than Mark. I wondered if Pete liked having his prick sucked. I must have unconsciously relayed my sensual thoughts to him.
"Are you okay Ellen?" he asked.
"Of course." I purred, "why do you ask?"
"I don't know, uhh, you just sound a little different, that's all."
"What do you mean by. "a little different', Pete?"
"I'm not sure Ellen. Maybe just a little more grown up, that's all. Your voice seems to be," he gave a long pause before finishing with, "rather mature today."
"Well Pete. I am almost fifteen, you know."
"Yea, that's probably it. You're growing up."
That was the extent of our conversation, and we said goodbye, and I promised again not to mention to Dad that he called. I do remember thinking that perhaps I was turning into a slut, because all I was thinking about for the last couple of days was sex. Here I was, mentally undressing my father's best friend, and wondering what kind of equipment he had, and how he liked to use it. And, I knew full well that I had cooed like a sex goddess on the phone.
When I returned to the bedroom. I didn't confess to Sheila my innermost thoughts about Pete. I just told here the gist of the conversation, and Pete was quickly forgotten when we agreed to wash off the foam from our bodies, and head for the mall.
The mall was about two miles from our home. and we had to walk. We had done it hundreds of times. What made the walk unusual that day, was our conversation.
"I almost put my mouth on Mark's cock today," I confessed. "You did?"
"I probably would have too, except we all came together, practically."
"You know something Ellen, I thought about doing the same thing! At one point, I wanted to turn around into a sixty-nine position, and replace my hand with my mouth. But, I didn't want to stop pleasing you either. I wonder what it's like to have a mouth full of hot meat?"
"I think I would have loved seeing you suck his prick." I was telling her the truth. "He is a stud, isn't he."
"You can say that again. I don't know which is more beautiful, his face or his dick." She rolled her eyes as she spoke.
"You said, 'there are more cocks around for us to play with', " I reminded her. "Did you have any particular one in mind when you said that?"
My sister thought the question was hysterical. She started laughing hard, threw a playful punch at me, and said, "No, but we could have any guy we wanted to. That's the advantage of being female. Guys are always hot, and all they think about is getting their rocks off. We're the ones in control of our bodies, not them. You never hear of a guy getting raped, they're always willing."
"Yea, I guess you're right."
As we walked along the heavy residential neighborhood, we continued talking about sex. Sheila waved at Mr. Pinkerton, and old retired Army officer mowing his lawn. Mr. Pinkerton's belly was like the Goodyear blimp, so it struck us as unusually comical when Sheila said, "I bet even he would like to have the two of us play with his dong. That is, if we could find it."
We were thoroughly enjoying our raunchy moods, and the bond of sexual awareness. We were coming out of our closets, so to speak, when we approached the Whitman house. It was one of the biggest houses in Canterville, and belonged to Doctor Whitman. He needed such a big house, because he had eleven kids, ranging from around six to twenty years old. His wife had one almost every year. Brad Whitman, the oldest, was in the driveway, washing his new Mustang. Because we were so much younger than Brad, we didn't know him very well, but as we approached, Sheila stunned me by suggesting that we should see if we could turn him on.
"Yea, let's see if we can make him hot," Sheila said. "Wouldn't it be fun to tease him? He is kind of cute."
"He won't look twice at us," I suggested. "Remember what I said about all guys just think about? Let's prove it."
"I'm game, but you do the talking."
Brad was only about five feet eight inches tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. He was cute, as my sister had said, but he wasn't someone that would stand out in a crowd. We knew he was very intelligent though, because he had won a scholarship at Yale Medical School, and was going to follow in his father's footsteps and become a doctor.
My sister waved and shouted, "Hi, Brad!" as we drew closer. He looked up, smiled, and returned the greeting. "Nice looking set of wheels, can we take a look?"
"Sure, come on over." His pride in the car was obvious.
We walked over, just as he turned off the hose, having finished rinsing off the soap. My eyes went immediately to his blue jeans. Nothing was showing. Not even a slight hump. What a disappointment. I recalled hearing from my girl friends at school, that there are two types of cocks. Some hang down, and swing up when they get hard; some are extremely short, but grow straight out when excited. I quickly determined that Brad must possess the periscope type.
"What are you girls up to?"
"Nothing much, just going to the mall to buy a few things."
"like what for instance?"
"You don't really want to know," my sister said in a teasing manner.
"Yes I do. Come on, what are you going to buy?"
"Sanitary napkins."
Even I wasn't prepared for her answer. Brad's face turned red. He dropped his eyes, and merely said, "Oh."
Sheila wasn't about to give the guy a break. "Mom needs them. It's not our time of the month, not yet." I think she was putting the idea in his head that we were old enough to use them, plus the fact she was enjoying his discomfort.
"Brad, can I climb in?" I asked, trying to change the subject quickly. "It's a neat looking car."
"Sure, go ahead."
Sheila and I went through the motions of inspecting the Mustang, while Brad was wiping the car down with dry rags. Sheila called out, "Will you give us a ride in it Brad?"
"Sure, wait just a few minutes and I'll give you a spin."
When we pulled out of the driveway, all three of us were in the front seat. Sheila insisting on the middle. Brad drove around several blocks, proud as a peacock at the attention his car was getting. It was Sheila who suggested he take a spin out to Catfish Lake, which was about five miles out of town, and along wooded country roads. Brad agreed, and headed West, with the radio blaring.
I noticed Sheila's leg pressed against Brad's, and if he felt it, he didn't give any indication. When we went around a sharp turn a little too fast, we were tossed towards the driver's side, and Sheila planted her left hand firmly on Brad's leg, probably only about eight inches from the target zone.
"Sorry about that girls," he said without really sounding sorry.
Sheila didn't remove her hand when we were back on a straight stretch of road. Brad continued to pretend that he was unaware of her flesh against his. It wasn't working. We were not getting him worked up. Nothing showed. Maybe, I thought, he didn't like girls.
When an upbeat song came on the radio which we all liked, I glanced over and noticed Brad moving his leg to the rhythm, and Sheila's fingers were also tapping the same beat on his leg. She had moved her hand up even closer. She told me later, that she was also putting a lot of pressure on his leg with hers, and he didn't resist, or pull away. That was the reason she got so brave.
I didn't see her when she actually made her move and grabbed his prick. She said she wanted to find another radio station, leaned forward in the seat, and started spinning the dial. At the very same time she slid her hand directly into his crotch, and started groping him. Almost instantly she felt him respond to her probing fingers. When she sat back, she nudged me with her right elbow, and I looked over to see her with a handful of stiff meat beneath his jeans.
When Brad looked over nervously and knew that I was aware of what was happening, he said quickly, "Sheila, I don't think you should be doing that."
"Why not?" she asked, and continued to open and close her fist.
"It's not right, that's why?"
"You like it don't you Brad?"
"Yes, I like it, but you're too young, the both of you. It's just not right."
"Too young for what? To know what we want? Don't you like us?"
"Of course I like you, but there are laws against someone my age letting you do it." He pushed her hand down, and when he did, I could see the perfect outline of a six or seven inch piece of hard meat. Sheila's hand went right back to it, and hung on.
"Let's make a deal. If you don't tell, we won't either. No one has to know if you don't say anything."
"Why don't you fool around with guys your own age?" he asked. "God knows you could get any guy you wanted."
"Because they would tell everyone, and ruin our reputations." It was a good point. Brad wouldn't dare say anything.
Before Brad had a chance to respond to her answer, I quickly found out that not only wasn't he wearing a belt, he wasn't wearing underwear either. Sheila had reached over with both hands, and pulled at the top of his jeans, and every snap released, exposing his blood-red cock, as he drove.
Her hand wrapped around it. "Wow, your cock is beautiful Brad. Don't you think so Ellen."
"It sure is," I drooled.
He slowed the car, and said, "You kids are crazy, you know that? Do you do this sort of thing often?"
Instead of answering, Sheila told him to find a place to pull off the road, where we could have some privacy. She also took my hand and directed it to his balls. When he spread his legs apart as far as he could, I knew we had overcome any and all resistance Brad had thought of putting up.
A short distance later, he found a dirt road that led to an abandoned gravel pit, and drove down it. At the end, he turned off the engine, and asked, "Now what is your next command?"
"Let's take a walk into the woods," I suggested.
"Would you like for me to bring the blanket in my trunk?" he asked with a big smile of anticipation.
"Terrific idea!" Sheila said.
CHAPTER SIX
We found an ideal spot about one hundred yards into the woods. It was a clearing about twenty feet in diameter, under a huge oak tree. The place was deserted, and would afford complete privacy.
Brad wasted no time in spreading the big blanket on the ground. "Okay, you foxy looking babes, who wants to get fucked first?"
"Neither of us," Sheila said. "We want to keep our virginity."
"Oh hell, I thought this was going to be my lucky day. I never had two beautiful sisters at the same time, even if you are jailbait."
"And we've never had a beautiful twenty year old guy at the same time," I said.
"We just want to play with your dong, and watch it spurt," said Sheila. We're trying to find out how those things work," she lied, because we already knew.
No one had to suggest that we take our clothes off. We were doing that automatically. Brad was the first to get totally naked, and plopped down on the blanket watching us take off the last pieces.
"You two certainly are beautiful."
We smiled at his admiration of our bodies, and quickly became totally nude, and sat on the blanket next to him. Without any hesitation, I reached out and took his cock in my hand, while at the same instant Brad pulled my sister's lips to his, and they kissed passionately.
I inspected this new piece of meat carefully. It too, was circumcised, but not as large as Mark's, either in thickness, or in length, but it was just as hard. The only other contrast was in the color. Brad's pecker was more red in color, and didn't have such a large tulip bulb head. It was just as exciting to hold, and throbbed with excitement.
Sheila broke away from her tongue kissing, and looked down at me fondling his tool. "Go ahead
Ellen, do it. Put your mouth on it."
I smiled in response to her coaxing, opened my mouth wide, held my breath, and went down. As soon as my lips made contact, Brad let out a loud sigh of pleasure. At first, I just slid my lips up and down over the head of his cock, for this was a whole new experience, and I approached it carefully. I could taste the pre-cum semen that was dribbling out. It was a little salty, but otherwise not unpleasant. Sort of like sucking on a fat pretzel.
My parted lips moved past the circumcised ridge and pumped up and down in longer strokes, taking about half of his length each time. I was afraid that my teeth would hurt him, and probably had my mouth open more than I should have in order to avoid biting his flesh. The sensation of having him in my mouth was wonderful. I loved it, and quickly began to relax, and to suck as if I had been doing it all my life. I found myself working my mouth up and down with a passion and excitement that I didn't know was possible. It was different from sucking pussy, although I wasn't really trying to compare the two at that moment. It was like I was trying to get a last lick on a lollypop before someone came along and took it away.
The only problem I had, was my mouth got tired quickly, plus I still had the fear of choking on a load of cum. I was afraid that he would shoot a huge wad of cum into my mouth, and I would gag.
I wasn't so much afraid of tasting his cum, as I was of not being able to handle it, but I was a little apprehensive. But, because of my mouth getting sore and tired so quickly, I didn't suck on him for long.
I pulled my lips off, and started to lick his shaft. First, up one side, then the other, and up and across the head which still oozed juice. I used my tongue to lick every inch of his meat, and it drove him wild. All the while that my tongue was playing up, down, and around, one hand was gently playing with his tight balls. The ball technique was in a book I had read, and it seemed to be working nicely. I remember the book saying that men loved their balls caressed and licked, but very gently because it was an extremely sensitive area.
Sheila broke away now and then from her passionate kisses with Brad, to examine the action going on down below her. When I looked up at her, we would exchange knowing smiles, but I didn't stop licking. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and I knew sooner or later we would be swapping positions.
Brad's hands were busy too. One hand was gently pinching her hard nipple, and the other was thrust into her pussy.
When I pulled my mouth back a few inches from his swollen muscle, I continued to examine and admire the beauty of a male organ. It was a far greater turn-on than I had imagined, and my own box was full of sticky cum from my first climax. Up until this moment, I had always been afraid of the idea of giving head, but now I had overcome that fear, and was enjoying every inch. The only fear I had at the moment, was of hurting him with my teeth, and swallowing the load I knew would come eventually. I wanted to see it spurt out, rather than feel it slide down my throat.
So, instead of resuming the blow job, I started to lick his hairy balls, ever so gently. Brad couldn't get his legs spread apart far enough it seemed, as he moaned. Being very careful not to hurt those tender round marbles, I prodded at them gently with my tongue, licking and then blowing on them. I held the sack containing his nut in one hand, and lifted them up, and stuck my tongue under his sack. Brad helped me by raising his hips, and my wet tongue lubricated his perineum. I almost was licking his ass-hole, and was ecstatic over the obvious pleasure my technique was bringing the both of us.
Just as I was slowly licking and kissing my way back to his pulsating pole, Sheila's hand reached down and started jerking on it. I pulled my face away, and licked the drooling saliva from my lips, and we grinned at one another, before she twisted her body, and plunged her own mouth onto his cock.
I had an orgasm right then and there, watching my sister bob up and down on Brad's cock. It was a fantastic turn on, seeing her blonde hair tumbling around as she gobbled every inch possible. Not yet being expert cock suckers, we of course were not able to take his full erection down to the hilt, but we were devouring as much as possible.
Sheila's head was rocking back and forth, and she gagged and choked a couple of times, but like a trooper, didn't give up. She was making wild animal-like noises, and slurping at the same time.
Brad reached out, and drew me to him, and we swapped spit for several minutes while Sheila went crazy on her cocksicle. Brad then sort of pulled me up a little, and started stuffing one of my tits in his mouth. His tongue was hot and strong, and I could feel my nipple harden.
While he was devouring my tit, I felt his hands wrap around my ass. One hand on each cheek. He kneaded my cheeks like bread dough, and slowly moved a finger to my anus, pushing and prodding at the opening. It turned me on, because this area was super sensitive, but I was afraid he would try to penetrate my ass with his finger, and cause me pain. And, I think he was trying to do just that, shove a finger or two up there, but when he applied more pressure, I moved my hips up higher, towards his face.
I'm not sure what motivated him next. Sheila's hungry mouth, or the sight of my twat only a few inches away, but it's not important. The next thing
I knew, he put both hands firmly on the cheeks of my ass, and pulled my cunt to his face. His tongue had no trouble finding my slippery lubricated hole. His first exploratory thrusts sent chills of delight through my young body, and within seconds he was tasting my cum. I'm sure I had three or four climaxes in a row, before he rolled me off, and panted for air.
His breathing was deep and heavy. I must have really ground my snatch into his mouth and nose much harder than was comfortable.
Sheila interrupted her feast, and put her head on his stomach, looking up at the both of us, yet not letting go of his pole. We all had very satisfied smiles at the action so far, and knew there was more cum to come. This was just a pause to catch our breaths.
"Still think we're too young Brad?" Sheila knew the answer without asking it.
"Hell no. You kids obviously know what you want, don't you?"
Sheila explained, "We both wanted to find out what it's like to suck a cock, and you just happened to be washing your car."
"Lucky me," he said sincerely. "Well, what's it like so far?"
"Fantastic," Sheila said, and "Yummy," I said at the same time.
"Okay, so far I've let you do what you've wanted, so how about doing me a favor?"
Immediately I thought he was going to ask to fuck us, and panic set in. I really didn't want to get screwed. That was one thing I wasn't ready for, and neither was Sheila, to my knowledge.
"Depends on the favor," Sheila cautiously answerd.
"Loosen up, no big deal. I just want you both to fulfill one of my fantasies. Stand up over me."
We hesitate, and looked from Brad, to one another, with questioning looks.
"Go on, I'll stay right here. Stand up over me, and face me."
We slowly stood up, and obeyed, feeling kind of awkward and unsure of what was about to be done, or requested.
"Okay, beautiful. I just want to lay here, looking at your bodies, soaking up the sight of your tits and cunts. This may sound a little perverted, but I want you to pretend I'm your slave, and talk dirty to me, telling me what you want your slave to do."
Again my sister and I exchanged puzzled looks. It was a weird request. I was wondering how far this thing would go, but Brad was quick to answer my unasked question.
"Look, don't be afraid. I just want you to pretend. I promise that I won't move from here, or do anything you don't want to really do. I want you to talk dirty to me. You will be in full control."
"Then lay back and shut up," I said, and even surprised myself as I said it. Brad immediately laid back with his cock sticking straight up.
I straddled his legs with mine, and began to rub my pussy, saying, "Did you like licking my cunt Brad?"
"Yes, yes, I did. You've got a beautiful cunt."
"Would you like to lick it some more?"
"Yes, if that is what you want. I want to do anything that pleases you." He sounded like a little kid, not a man of twenty.
"How about my twat, don't you like it?" Sheila was getting into the act now.
"Yes, of course I do."
"Then why didn't you suck my cunt too? I like to have my clit massaged and nibbled at just as much as she does."
"Yes, I want you to do it," Sheila said, "but first I want to show you what I want." She moved closer to him, and stood directly over his face, and spread the lips of her vagina apart.
"Look up into my cunt," she commanded. "Is it oozing with juices?"
"Yes, yes it is," Mark answered, and I noticed he was fondling and playing with his cock as he was watching us, and answering our questions.
I myself was starting to get really turned on by this strange change of events. Maybe it was because I truly felt in control, and instinctively knew Brad was telling the truth when he said he wanted to play the part of our slave. Sheila must have felt the same way, for we really dug in, and started to humiliate him.
"I just watched you suck a fourteen year old pussy, you filthy son of a bitch. Did you ever lick out the juices of a fifteen year old cunt."
"No."
"But you will, if I tell you to, right?"
"Yes, of course, anything you want."
"How about if I told you to suck my ass, would you do it?" That was me talking.
"I don't think I'd like that."
"Fuck you and what you'd like! If I told you to do it, to stick your tongue up my ass and eat shit, would you do it?"
"I wouldn't want to do it," he again protested.
"Listen mother fucker, you're not answering me, would you eat my ass if I told you to do it?"
"Yes," he stammered in a weak voice.
"Good," I said, "because from now on, you will do whatever we want, right?"
"Yes, you're right. I'll do anything you want."
Sheila was rubbing her pussy, shoving her fingers in and out, and broke in. "Would you like to put your cock in me? Huh? Would you? Would you like to fuck my young virgin cunt?"
Brad was mumbling, "Yes, yes, yes," to everything she was saying, and pumping away frantically on his prick.
Sheila went right on talking. "My sister and I both want to squirt our cum juices into your mouth and have you lick up every drop of Jism. Then we want you to fuck us both with that hard mother fucking cock of yours. But, we don't want you to shoot inside of us. You will pull out, and shoot it all over our bodies, and then get down on you fucking hands and knees, like a dog, and lap up every drop of your sperm."
Brad's head was bobbing up and down in agreement to everything Sheila was saying, and his hand was bobbing up and down on his prick. I was afraid he was going to shoot his load, so I broke in and told him, "Don't you dare shoot your load until we tell you it's okay, understand?"
"I won't. I promise."
"Ellen, come over here and suck on my pussy. Show this son of a bitch how I like to be eaten out Sheila was really playing the bitch master alright but I didn't mind at all. In fact, I was highly excited by it all, and loving my sister so much, I had no trouble dropping to my knees and licking her out.
"Watch her eat my cunt Brad. She knows how I like it licked. Watch her tease my clit. Look how she holds those cunt lips apart, so she can slide her tongue in and out more easily.
"We're going to make you an expert cunt lapper Do you know how to lick pussy now?"
"I think so."
"Did you ever suck your sister's pussy."
"No, never."
"Did you think about it? Come on, tell me the friggin' truth," she commanded.
"Yes, my older sister. I wanted to eat her cunt. I would dream about doing it."
"Would you jerk off dreaming about it? Would you shoot your fucking load of cum, thinking about it?"
"Yes, yes, I would."
"Are you a filthy mother-fucker?" Again I interjected with that question.
"Yes!"
"I'm going to sit on your fucking face, and you're going to eat my cunt like you licked my sister's, understand?" Sheila asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "And, I don't want you to fire your god damn load either. You hold that fucker back until after I spill my cum in your mouth, then you'll lick Ellen's tight twat again."
Mark was muttering something about that being 'okay', as Sheila lowered her snatch to his face. He was the wildest person I have ever seen. It must have been all of our dirty talk that worked him into a frenzied cunt hungry animal. He thrashed, moaned, groaned, slurped, and sucked with such force that my sister was actually bouncing up and down from his thrusts in and out of her hole.
I knelt beside his frantically moving head, and told him to put his finger in my pussy, which he did. Then I gave him instructions, which he didn't really need.
"Come oh Brad, move your fucking tongue. Shove it in and out. Fuck her hard with it. Spread those pussy lips. Get in there. Swallow her jism you fucking pig."
Brad tried to obey each and every command, and Sheila arched her back and screamed with delight as she reached a gigantic orgasm, and several smaller ones followed. Just before she climbed off his bobbing mouth, she pushed tightly against his lips, and smeared her juices all over his face.
When she stood up, I immediately resumed her position, and became the recipient of the same treatment, only this time my sister stood by watching. She talked raunchy, as I had done, in order to turn him on. I found myself getting turned on by her dirty talk too, and I also had a shuddering wild climax, followed by one or two others.
"Let's both suck his cock," Sheila suggested.
She didn't have to repeat the suggestion. I was the first to dive between his legs and wrapped my lips around his hard meaty pole. Brad was very worked up by this time. He was oozing pre-cum juice out of his prick hole almost like a slow leaky faucet. We must have really turned him on with the slave/master game. I immediately started licking up his sticky discharge. Again, it was salty, yet this time I found it delicious at the same time.
I remember thinking, now is as good a time as any to learn if the milky white spearm tastes so good. What the hell, millions of other woman would be swallowing it, probably that very same day, so why not give it a try? I started pumping up and down on his cock with my lips closed tightly around his shaft, actually trying to get him to blast off in my mouth. At that moment I wanted my first load of man.
I was aware of Sheila's head thrashing around next to mine, and opened my eyes to watch her licking his nuts. Her tongue darted in and out of her mouth, first licking one ball, and then the other. Brad was making a lot of noises as the two of us worked on him. Sheila's mouth worked its way up to the base of his dick, and she was licking his slippery shaft, and my mouth at the same time, getting a taste of his salty jism second hand.
I yielded Brad's meaty cock head to my sister, who took over sucking it wildly a few times, and then we both worked on licking the throbbing shaft. Our tongues met frequently, and we swapped mouthfuls of spit and salty second hand fluid.
We were truly two bitches in heat, in every sense of the word. We were determined to make the most of this moment, and knew we were in complete control. Brad was begging us, not commanding us.
"Ohh, fucking Christ! Please, please, don't stop. Please, please, don't stop, I'm almost cuming." The irony of having a twenty year old man beg two young teenagers didn't hit me at the moment. He was like a puppy dog under our control, and we tormented him by not allowing him to climax at that moment.
Sheila stopped sucking suddenly, and gently pushed me away. "Sit on his face," she said, and I moved my dripping pussy to his pleading mouth. "No, turn around, face me," she instructed. "That's it. Stick your tongue up there Brad, way up."
I was sitting on his face, looking down at his prick and pulling at the flaps of my cunt to allow his tongue to lick at my flesh, as Sheila commanded. My ass-hole covered his eyes, so he couldn't see what was happening, or see my utter shock when Sheila mounted his pole.
She held his cock by the shaft, and maneuvered her body to a squatting position over the tip of it, and gently rubbed it against the opening of her cunt. I couldn't believe she was actually going to plant herself on his cock, but there I was, watching it happen.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto his dick, moving and squirming as it slipped :n. inch by inch, until it was completely hidden from my sight. Sheila just sat there a moment, getting adjusted to the feeling of having herself stuffed with a pulsating Jong
Brad had not taken her virginity. Sheila had given it away, and she had a triumphant look on her beautiful face, as she majestically sat there. Then she leaned forward, so our mouths connected, and she gave me the most passionate and loving kiss ever. I couldn't control myself, and filled Brad's mouth with another huge climax, and my sister and I continued sucking on each others mouths.
If Brad was aware that her hot box was completely wrapped around his cock, it was because he felt the heat and tightness of it, not because he could actually see it. But, I suspect he did feel it, for he slowly started to grind his hips the best he could, and pumped them up and down.
Our positions literally put us on a fucking sea-saw Brad was the sea-saw, and Sheila and I were on each end, riding up and down, moaning with pleasure, and screaming with lust.
Sheila had not thrown all caution to the wind however. Suddenly she stood straight up, without warning, and I heard a slight "pop" sound as Brad's cock left the tight enclosure, and headed toward my mouth. I automatically put my face between her legs, and started eating her cunt.
One of my hands was on the ground, holding me steady, while I reached between her legs and clung to Brad's prick with the other. His cock was hard to hold, because it was slippery and wet from her natural lubricants, and an orgasm, but I pumped away. Sheila was climaxing again in my mouth. I could feel Brad's meat swell even more, and knew he was about to fire his load.
Sheila pulled back just in time to see Brad's body go into mini convulsions as it thrashed and shot a three foot stream of very thick, white cum. The first discharge covered his chest, and some even landed on my inner thighs and pubic hair.
I scooped up some of his sperm with my fingers, and licked it. It was like nothing I had ever tasted before. Not as salty as his pre-cum clear liquid, but not altogether unpleasant either. It was sticky and gooey, quite warm, with a rather strong unusual taste. It wasn't love at first taste, that's for sure, but neither was it repulsive.
While I was licking my fingers with Brad's cum, Sheila had also scooped up some, and had a taste for herself. Then she started rubbing it all over his body, and even reached between my twat and his mouth, and inserted her fingers into his mouth, forcing him to eat his own cum.
Brad shot five or six streams, and it seemed like it took a long time for him to stop shooting his load. If he was aware that Sheila's fingers were feeding him his own jism, he didn't protest, but licked them and groaned as he finished his orgasm.
Un-like Mark, Brad's prick went limp almost immediately, and in the that stage, it was only about two inches long. I couldn't imagine it growing to six and a half, or maybe seven, but I saw it with my own eyes. The mysteries of men were beginning to unfold.
We agreed that it would be unwise for us to make telephone contact, because of our age differences, but did say we'd be at the arcade, in the mall, one week from that day. Brad took us to the spot where we had agreed to meet again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In less than forty eight hours, my sister and I had learned a great deal about our bodies. The pleasures of the flesh were quickly discovered, and we would never be the same. Not only had we found out that we both had very hot pussies, but we also discovered what joy a stiff cock is to play with.
The bond of love and affection grew much deeper between us. Sex became an addiction, and we could not get enough. And to think that I started the ball rolling by asking my sister if I could feel her tits!
However, in such a small town as Canterville, we couldn't let our hair down and become the whores we wanted to be. We had to keep some form of respectability, for after all, we had our parents to consider, if not ourselves.
The close call with Mrs. Brody catching us, taught us an early lesson be careful. If she had informed on us, we would certainly not have been trusted by our parents again, never mind the fact that it would be hard to look them in the eye.
Instead of shopping for cosmetics like we had planned, we ended up checking out the crotches on every good looking guy, and even some not so good looking. We giggled and laughed, and talked dirty, and decided to head home. It was on our walk home that Sheila and I were discussing the happenings of our sexual escapades.
"Did you ever imagine that a guy like Brad would be so weird?" Sheila asked.
"No way. He really got worked up over that slave/master stuff, didn't he?"
"I thought it was kind of kinky myself."
"I know, you were really getting into it yourself. I never heard you talk like that," and then I added, "you sounded like such a mean bitch."
"Well, isn't that what he wanted?"
"I wonder why he-likes to be dominated, and talked dirty to? And just think, he's going to be a doctor. Can you believe it?"
"It takes all kinds to make a world, Ellen."
"Yea, but shit, a doctor?"
"Who gives a fuck? We all got our cookies off, and he is a sexy wild creature. Besides, I felt safe knowing we were in command of the situation."
"Sheila, you're crazy. How can you say you felt safe, when you plugged your hole with his prick? What if he had shot inside you and got you knocked up? Didn't you think of that?"
"I gave it a passing thought, but at the moment it happened, I just wanted to find out what it felt like to get fucked."
"But, what if he got you pregnant?" I insisted.
"Well, he is in pre-med school, and his father is a respected doctor. At the moment I just figured they could solve the problem if anything happened. Besides, the worse that could happen, is I'd be married to a horny young doctor."
"Marriage! You're only fifteen."
"Almost sixteen. Three more months."
"Still, married to a twenty year old? And with a kid?"
"Why not? Four years isn't such a big age difference, and with someone like Brad, I'd be set for life. Sex would be on my terms, not his."
Again, I said, "You are crazy, but never mind that fact. How did it feel?"
"Getting fucked? Hmmm, I don't know how to describe it. It was great! It hurt at first, going in, but once it was there, it felt ten times better than fingers. It felt so good that I didn't want to take it out."
"You're not a virgin anymore," I reminded her.
"I really don't give a shit. You can't keep it all your life, and I'm glad it happened." And then she amazed me by saying, "And next week I'm going to fuck his brains out."
"Maybe we can get Mark to join us." The idea just popped into my head.
"Wow, fantastic!" she cried. "That would be some orgy. Let's do it. Let's get Mark to join us. You can't get your cherry popped by Mark, and find out for yourself what it's like. You'll love it."
"Not on your life. Not with Mark's fucking monster," I protested. "He's almost twice as big as Brad, in thickness and length. I want to be able to walk again."
"Oh, come on, Mark's cock isn't twice as long. Thicker yes, but not that much longer."
"The idea is exciting as hell, but shit, we've just have to play it safe Sheila. We can't turn into baby factories."
"No problem sweetheart, we'll have Brad buy some condoms. How do we set it up with Mark, to meet us at the mall?"
"You're really serious, aren't you?"
"Sure, and don't tell me you're not."
I couldn't honestly say I wasn't. The idea of a four-way was exciting as all hell. I just wasn't too keen on the idea of getting laid by Mark, and at the moment thought he would be content to get his rocks off by a blow-job. Mark had wanted me to suck him off badly, and now I was more than willing to do just that. But, to get plugged by his big fat meaty dong, well, that was a different story. My thinking at that moment was, perhaps I could satisfy Mark with my mouth, and Sheila could have a double header, and fuck them both.
When we reached home, it was late afternoon, and our mother was just pulling into the driveway. After assuring her that we had a pleasant, uneventful day, we settled down to the task of helping her prepare dinner.
When our father came home, he didn't say too much, as usual. He was only concerned about the invitation he had extended to Reverend Brody, and we assured him we delivered it to Mrs. Brody. After that it was small talk, and he retired to the living room to watch the seven o'clock news.
While helping our mother clean up and wash the dishes, the telephone rang. It was Reverend Brody, wanting to talk to our father. Our hearts almost stopped beating. What if Mrs. Brody told him after all? But, we didn't have to worry. Reverend Brody was accepting Dad's kind invitation, and was sending his son over with his formal written acceptance! I remember thinking that Mrs. Brody must have been fit to be tied. She couldn't very well insist that Mark not deliver the acceptance without explaining to her husband the reason why.
When the front doorbell rang, I made it my business to answer it. Sure enough, there was blonde, brown eyed, beautiful Mark, looking a little sheepish, but with an adorable smile. My first reaction was to hug and kiss him. My second reaction was to claw at his pants, remove his big cock, and to suck him off, right then and there. Of course, I did neither.
"One o'clock, next Wednesday, at the arcade in the mall; meet us there, okay?" I whispered.
"Okay, one o'clock, Wednesday, the arcade," he repeated.
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Who is it dear?" my mother called.
Mother came up behind us, greeted Mark, and ushered him into the living room where he handed Dad an envelope. He declined an invitation to stay a spell, saying he had to get right back home.
We squealed with delight when we were alone, upstairs again, at Mark's acceptance of our appointed time.
The week seemed to drag by, but not a night went by that my sister and I didn't fool around, and eat one another out before going to bed. Also, Sheila spent more time fucking me with her fingers, and other objects, trying to prepare me for the day when Mark's king sized cock would go in there. Although I still wasn't convinced that I wanted to get screwed, even with a rubber, it was nice practicing.
I would lay on my back with my legs spread far apart, and Sheila would kneel between my legs and fuck me with her fingers. One finger led to three, and before the week was up, she could get four fingers pushing and probing around inside me, and driving me crazy.
One night, to my amazement, she produced ajar of petroleum jelly, and a big, firm, yellow banana and announced it was the closest thing to Mark's dong that she could find.
"Oh, no. No you don't," I protested. "You're not going to shove that thing in me!"
"Aww come on Ellen, just a little. Let's try it. Make believe it belongs to Mark and you'll love it."
Maybe it was a mistake telling her that I thought I was falling in love with Mark. I had the hots so badly for him, that I probably would never refuse anything he asked for.
"Come on Ellen, give it a try. You've got to get use to it for Mark. You know you want to be able to take him."
I was a little apprehensive, but spread my legs, saying, "Okay, but take it easy.
Being a most thoughtful sister, Sheila planted her mouth on my hole, and started licking away. Her tongue always brought my juices flowing quickly, and before I knew it, I had forgotten about the banana, and was concentrating on the pleasures of her tongue, licking away at my clit.
While she was licking away, she must have been greasing up the banana at the same time, because the next thing I knew, she pulled her mouth away, and stuck about an inch or so of the hard fruit into my hole. With one hand, she pulled the flaps of my pussy open, and gently, ever so slowly, pushed the banana in, just a little bit at one time.
When I sat up, and looked down, about one third had disappeared inside. Sheila was slowly pulling it in and out, and every once in awhile she would rotate it from side to side.
"Relax baby, relax. Think of this as Mark's big slippery wet cock," she cooed. "Doesn't it feel good hon? Come on baby, open up, let him in."
And I did just that. I lay back, opened my legs even further, and thought of nothing but Mark ... his beautiful muscled body ... his gorgeous cock ... his handsome face with the adorable smile ... and I said out loud, "Fuck me, fuck me."
Sheila's hand slid up my stomach to my tits, and gently squeezed my nipple, while her other hand controlled the fat banana in my hole. I was squirming and wiggling with delight, and although I felt stuffed, it was a wonderful sensation. I grabbed
Sheila's fingers, took them off of my tit, and stuck two of them in my mouth. I sucked on her two fingers as if they were the last cock on earth, and felt her making deeper and longer thrusts with Mark's cock. It was no longer a banana; in my mind it was the real thing Mark's strong hot poker.
I could feel long deep thrusts into my pussy, and raised my hips to meet each one, and had several violent climaxes, one after the other, and had worked myself up to such a frenzy that I was perspiring all over. When I relaxed like a limp dish rag, Sheila slowly pulled the banana out, and said, "You took it all!"
I opened my eyes, and looked down at that huge yellow monster, and said, "You're shitting."
"Well, all but the two inches I was holding on to."
I couldn't imagine how she got the slight curves part to go in without hurting, but my one concern was asking, "How big is that damn thing?"
"Let's measure it," she said, jumping up. She went to our desk, produced a ruler, and announced "Nine inches. Let's see, nine minus the two I held means we know you can take at least seven fat ones."
"I'll be damn," I smiled. I must have a bigger hole than I thought. I didn't think they stretched that much."
"Well, you were relaxed my dear. Especially when you started saying 'fuck me, fuck me'. You were really into it then. Or, should I say, it was into you?"
She had such a lovely smile. I reached over, pushed her down, and kissed her. "I love you!" I said.
"Who do you love more, Mark or me?"
"That's not fair," I protested. "I love you both, but in entirely different ways."
"I'm just teasing, don't get upset. But, it's interesting to hear you admit that you do love Mark."
"Just a little bit, maybe. He is a hunk, and so sweet."
"And so fucking horny," Sheila had to add.
"Yes, that too, but he's not an animal about it."
"You mean, the way we are?"
"Yea, the way you are," and I emphasized the word 'you'.
I grabbed the banana, swung around. "Okay sweetheart, it's your turn. Let's see if you can take a bigger one than you had today!"
"Only if you loosen up the oven with your sensuous tongue."
"Nothing would please me more, darling sister," and I went right to work, and stayed buried in there until she had one little orgasm. I greased up the banana, and slowly slid it between the lips of her cunt, and started fucking her with it. like I had, Sheila started to twist and pump her hips to the rhythm of the probing banana.
In order to add a little spice to the scene, I spun around, planted my hairy box in her mouth, and continued to fuck her with the banana. It was thrilling, watching her squirm with pleasure and just a little bit of pain at the same time. I was probably rougher on her than she had been on me. I was certainly rougher with my banana penetrations than she had been with Brad's real thing, and mine was bigger by a long shot.
Sheila was mumbling something about doing it faster. My muff was grinding in her mouth so tightly that it was hard to hear her muffled voice. Anyway, I shoved that yellow giant in and out, faster and faster, and at one point I almost lost the damn thing inside her.
It must have been physical telepathy, for again we reached a shuddering climax at the same time, and I rolled off her face, leaving her pussy stuffed.
"That was better than Brad," she sighed.
"Well, you screwed him, he didn't screw you," I reminded her. "Maybe if you had let him do the work, you would have gotten the ride of your life."
"Maybe next week I'll command him to play stallion with me."
"He'd better grow some if he's ever going to be a stallion. Mark's a true stallion, if there ever was one." It was a cruel statement for me to make, but Sheila didn't seem to take note.
"Six or so inches for the first time, was good enough for me. I'm already a little sore down there. I hope I can walk tomorrow."
As I said, the rest of that week we didn't go to bed without having sex, although the banana incident was the wildest. One night we even did it in the shower.
We tried sleeping together in one twin bed, but that only lasted a couple of nights. Neither of us could get a good nights rest, and felt tired for the rest of the next day. So, after getting one another off, we'd retire to our own beds, usually exhausted, but happy.
The day finally came when we were to meet Mark and Brad at the arcade. Our poor mother probably couldn't figure out why we went downstairs so happy and giddy that morning. We were far more cheerful than usual, and went through our morning chores in no time flat We thought we were finished, when disaster struck. Our world crumbled.
Mother happily announced she was going shopping right after lunch (11:30 to 12:00), for she needed to pick up a lot of groceries, not having done a major shopping for a couple of weeks. She informed us that she wanted us to help her with the big chore, especially since she'd need our help lugging the bags.
Mom's shopping sprees at the supermarket always took a good couple of hours. It would be at least two o'clock before we got back home, unloaded the car, and got everything put away. It would be three o'clock before we could get back up to the mall's arcade, and the guys surely wouldn't wait two hours. Maybe one, at the most, but not two. They'd figure they got stood up, and leave.
I could just picture those two, Brad and Mark, hanging around the arcade. Neither one of them would know they were hanging around for the very same reason, to get their rocks off on the same sisters. Both of them with at least half hard-ons just thinking about us. This whole shopping thing was cruel. It was cruel to us, and to them, but how to tell a mother you refuse to help her. Especially when you've been doing it all your life?
Sheila and I went into the back yard, and thought of everything possible to get out of going, but could not come up with anything sensible. We thought one of us should play sick to keep her home, and then sneak out. We thought of having someone call her away on some pretense, but couldn't think of a pretense that made sense. We couldn't even think of anyone to make the call, especially someone she trusted. There was grandma, but grandmother would never agree to do such a thing without a very, very good reason. What were we to say to grandma? We want to suck cock today? We want to get our cunts stretched open and plugged with hot juicy meat?
"Let's run away from home." I suggested.
"Maybe that's not a bad idea, Ellen, but where would we sleep tonight?"
"We'd come home of course. Just run away for the afternoon."
"Mom would push the panic button. She'd call the cops, and everyone would be out looking for us. What would happen if they found us with Mark or Brad?"
What Sheila said was true. Mother would call the cops, especially since we had never done such a thing, and it was completely out of character for us to run away. She'd think we had been kidnapped, and immediately sound an alarm. Running away was the best idea we had, but it wasn't good enough.
Then we decided to take a chance and telephone both Mark and Brad, and move our rendezvous up to the next day. If Mrs. Brody answered, we could always hang up. Or, we could get through to Brad, and have him call Mark for us. Yes, calling Brad first, that seemed to be the best plan we agreed. The only thing wrong, is that Brad may not like the idea of having Mark tag along. We'd have to tip our hand and tell him we wanted Mark included. What if he refused a four-way?
Mother joined us in the back yard. As usual, even in the early morning hours, she looked like a million dollars for a woman her age. Even in her house dress. Her hair was always neat, and the very tiny bit of makeup she wore was tastefully and artfully applied. Her figure was still trim, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that our mother was a cross between her daughters.
"What are you doing girls?"
"Thinking of ways to get fucked." Of course I thought the words, not spoke them.
"Nothing much Mom," Sheila said, "just wondering if we can go look for a couple of dresses today while we're at the mall. We really do need something new for school."
"Well, if you want to do it today, you will have to walk there. I'm afraid I've got to postpone the grocery shopping until tomorrow. Peter just called, and he's coming over."
It dawned on me that we never gave her the message that he called. If Peter had told her, she would have reprimanded us for not giving her that message. Instead, she answered my question, when I asked, "Why's he coming?"
"Oh, something about throwing a big surprise birthday party for your father. He has to be at work at three o'clock today, and today is the only day he has a few hours to kill before going to work. So, he invited himself over."
"Why can't he discuss it over the phone?" Sheila asked. I could have killed her at that moment. Here we were, sitting pretty, and she was throwing a monkey wrench at our good fortune.
"Well, that's what I asked him too. He said he wants to throw a tremendous party up at Catfish Lake, and wants to sit down with me and draw up a guest list of all our friends, complete with telephone numbers, and addresses. He's planning on a barbecue type party, with a b.y.o.b."
"What's that," I asked.
"Bring your own bottle, dummy," Sheila snapped.
"Peter says we should be able to gather a couple of hundred people up there, so I thought it best that I cooperate with him today,,for your father's sake. It is a nice idea, don't you agree?"
"Yes," we both agreed, it's a nice idea. I was also agreeing that it was a nice idea that they draw up that list 'today'.
"Okay, we'll go look around for a couple of dresses right after lunch then," I informed her.
"All right, but before Peter gets here, will you girls mind help me getting the house in shape?"
To use an old cliche, our house was always neat as a pin, but we both quickly agreed to try to make it even neater. Mother took great pride in her home, and she always rushed around frantically before company arrived, trying to make it even neater and cleaner. We were use to that.
She never once questioned us, as to why we were so cheerful about it. Usually we grumbled and complained, and teased her about being a perfectionist. 'If she wondered about our sudden great good moods, she refrained from verbalizing it.
After a the house passed Mom's inspection, we had a light lunch, and got ready to go to the mall. The way my sister and I carried on about what to wear, you would have thought we were two Cinderella's going to the ball. We wanted to be as sexy and attractive as possible, yet we couldn't overdress. Not in broad daylight.
Sheila selected a short denim skirt that hugged her shapely hips, and gave a lot of exposure to her beautiful legs. She wore a blouse with snaps, laughing about how they would be so much easier to get unfastened quickly. I selected white tennis shorts, an almost see-through blouse, and white ankle socks and white sneakers. My sister teased me about my all white virgin outfit, saying it would the last time I could honestly wear ail white.
"Don't be so damn sure about that." I snapped.
"Do you mean to tell me Little Angel, that you would refuse Mark today, if he wants to ravage your body?"
"Ravaging my body is one thing. Fucking me is another. I like the idea, but maybe one broken cherry in this family is enough."
"You bitch! You little bitch, how dare you say such a thing?" she laughed.
We left the house, and walked faster than usual towards the mall. When we approached Brad's house, we saw the red Mustang in the driveway. Brad was standing next to the car, pretending to wipe the dust off. We both knew he was really out there keeping watch to see if we were going to keep our appointment.
We waved and shouted hello's on the way by and he returned them with a delighted, happy grin'.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The arcade at the mall was huge, especially for such a small town as our. There were well over one hundred machines that gobbled up quarters, almost as fast as one could insert them in their bowels. The arcade was also the local hangout for kids who had nothing else to do. Most parents, ours included, didn't like their children hanging around the arcade, figuring it was a waste of time, and a waste of their hard earned money. None-the-less, the arcade thrived, and was considered the lesser of other possible evils.
As we approached, I immediately spotted Mark's bright blonde head standing just outside the door, and wondered how long he had been waiting. He was wearing a pair of skin tight faded jeans, and again I wondered how his mother let him out like that.
"Jesus fucking Christ, will you check that out!" Sheila squealed. "If he's wearing underwear I'll kiss your ass-hole."
"I don't think you'll have to," I shot back, "'cause I agree with you. I bet he's even half hard, just thinking about us."
The three of us exchanged big knowing smiles the moment he saw us, and when we were within arm's length, I said, "Hello sexy, how's your body?"
Mark grinned, somewhat embarrassed by the directness of my comment, and the admiring look to his crotch. "Hi. Not bad, and yours?"
Sheila wasted no time with small talk. With a coy smile, she asked, "What have you got on under those jeans?"
"Nothing."
"It shows, sweetheart."
"You shouldn't be looking," he teased, "if it bothers you."
"It doesn't bother me stud, but aren't you afraid that a couple of hot broads will come along and rape you?"
"Sheila, you're vulgar!" I pretended mock outrage at her comment. Mark was enjoying the attention.
I was curious to learn how things were around his house, so I inquired, "How rough was your Mother on you?".
"She'll get over it. She's still a bit cool, but she hasn't said anything."
"How come she came back so fucking early?"
"When she got to the hospital, the lady she went to visit was sleeping, and she didn't want to wake her up, so she went back home.
After you left, she lectured me for awhile about my sinful ways, and said I was old enough to know better, and should control myself, if only for my Father's sake. She's afraid Dad will be asked to give up this parish if I scandalize the family."
"Is that all she's worried about?" I asked.
"No," he went on, "she's also worried about being a grandmother with a teenage daughter-in-law. I told her we didn't do anything to make that possible, and that seemed to calm her down a little.
"Since then, she's never mentioned it, but she's been like an ice cube, although she's thawing out slowly."
The red Mustang pulled up, and parked about thirty feet away. Sheila went over, poked her head in the passenger window, and talked to Brad. Mark and I stood there watching, not being able to hear the conversation. Later, my sister told me she told him to go to the drugstore and buy some condoms, and he said he didn't have to, he had a box in the glove department.
"Who's that guy?" Mark asked. He watched Sheila's ass wiggle as she talked to Brad.
"Brad Whitman," I said, and then remembered Mark was new in town, so added, "Doctor Whitman's son. He's a pre-med student."
"Kind of old for her, isn't he?"
Before I had a chance to answer, Sheila spun around, and waved us over to the car. "Come on guys! Brad's going to give us a ride."
I was tempted to ask, "How do you mean that?", but thought better of it. Mark seemed to hesitate a little, but followed none the less. After greeting Brad, I introduced him to Mark.
Brad didn't seem too happy about having Mark along. I also learned later, that Sheila told Brad I had the hots for Mark. She had suggested that he drop Mark and me off at a different point up at the lake, and they would continue on and find another spot by themselves.
Mark and I rode in the back seat. As we rode along the curvy back roads, again with the radio blasting, I reached over and placed my hand on the soft bulge between Mark's legs. I was snuggled up as close to him as I could get. He looked at me as if I were crazy, but didn't resist. He was sitting directly behind Brad, who couldn't see where my hand was unless he turned a full ninety degrees. Mark's cock responded quickly to my kneading fingers.
When my sister saw what I was doing, she just smiled, and slid closer to Brad, and placed her hand in his lap. I couldn't see it, but I knew she was holding onto his cock. I saw Brad's head turn half way around to check us out in the back seat. He must have been satisfied that we couldn't see the action going on up front.
Sheila and I kept exchanging know it all glances, and smiles. At one point, she pulled away from Brad just enough for me to see her hand through the split seats, stroking his hard-on. I nodded my head up and down, and licked my lips, trying to tell her to take it out and suck on it.
But it was I who made the first move on Mark. I fumbled around and finally got the snaps on his jeans open, and that monster popped out. I knew he was having a fit, being exposed like that, but I had to break the ice sooner or later, and he was driving me wild. I looked lovingly at his stiff cock for only a few seconds before putting my mouth around it.
Little did I know while sucking on Mark's meat, that Sheila was doing the same thing up front. She had managed to extract Brad's dick, and dove on it almost immediately. This was too much for Brad.
He had to find out if we knew what was going on between his legs. When he spun around to look in the back, he didn't see my head, so he turned further, and saw me munching away on my tasty king sized hot dog.
"I don't fucking believe this!" Brad said in a half shout over the radio.
Sheila took her mouth off of his pecker, turned the radio down, and said, "Don't tell me you don't like it?"
"You kids are crazy." That was the second time he called us crazy.
I had taken my mouth off Mark's dong, and was pumping it up and down, and licking at it every once in awhile. "How far are we from the lake?" I asked, and licked the drooling cum from Mark's big fat cock head.
"We're approaching it now," Brad mumbled.
"Same spot?" Sheila asked.
"All of us. I thought you said ... " Brad never got to finish his sentence.
"It doesn't matter now does it?" Sheila's question was more of a statement of fact, and didn't need to be answered.
Brad parked the car in the same spot as the previous week, and took out the same blanket from the small trunk. We all headed towards the small clearing in the woods, making small talk, laughing, and being silly. Mark was the most reserved, and appeared to be the most nervous, but if he had any reservations or objections, he didn't voice them. He smiled timidly, and went along like a puppy dog.
As soon as the blanket was spread on the ground, the action started. Sheila took charge, and became the producer and director.
"Both of you guys, lay down, and make yourselves comfortable. Go on, lay down." They followed her orders.
"Let's see which one can get it up again the fastest." She knelt besides Brad, and tore his pants open, reached inside and took out a very small soft piece of meat. I did the exact same thing to Mark, but although his too was soft, it was long and limp. Both of us started sucking their dicks, and I don't recall who won the contest. The fact of the matter is, both cocks were quickly rock hard.
Both guys were laying back with their eyes closed, obviously enjoying having hungry mouths on their pricks. If Mark was shocked at my sudden willingness to suck his dick, he didn't say anything. As I was sucking him, I wondered what he was thinking. I remember thinking that this was one request he had made of me that was coming true. His second request, to 'put it in', was seriously being considered. But, could I take him? A banana is one thing; what I had in my hand and mouth quite another.
"Let's get comfortable guys." Sheila's voice stopped the action. "I think we're too hot for all these clothes."
My sister and I stood up, and started undressing slowly, looking down at the two hot studs in front I of us. Their eyes kept going from one another to us, but with big smiles. In fact, their smiles almost matched the length of their hard-ons, if that was physically possible.
"Come on you sexy studs, get those clothes off," Sheila ordered. "We want to watch you too, or do you think we don't get turned on by naked men?"
"Okay, okay." Brad had muttered his first words in a long time, and started to strip with Brad following his lead. Soon we were all naked, having thrown our clothes everywhere.
"Did anyone bring a picnic basket?" Sheila inquired. Not giving anyone time to answer, she asked me, "They boys look hungry don't they Ellen?" Her hand was rubbing up and down her hair covered slit, and I quickly got the message.
"Yea, they sure do look hungry."
"Well, why don't we feed them a boxed lunch?"
Laughing and giggling, she walked right over to Brad, and lowered her pussy to his mouth. Mark looked astonished at her directness, but not for long, because I quickly covered his face with my pussy. Both guys dug into the task of eating us out, while Sheila and I kissed and fondled tits above their I moving tongues.
Sheila pulled her twat from Brad's face, and stuck her tongue in his mouth. I stayed where I was, enjoying Mark's probing tongue, and watched them.
Sheila sat up, in a kneeling position behind and to the side of me. She reached over and wrapped her hand around Mark's thick cock, as if using it to steady herself. "Come here and eat me some more Brad." He rose, turned to lay on his stomach, and went between her legs head first.
"Come on, lick my clitty, put your tongue on the clit. That's it Brad, that's it."
She removed her hand from Mark's shaft, and took Brad's hand and raised it to her bouncing tit. After a moment of this, she took Brad's hand again, and moved it over to Mark's cock. As soon as Brad touched Mark's cock, he pulled it away as if he had placed it on a hot stove.
"Feel it Brad, go on, feel it," Sheila instructed.
Brad shook his head no.
Sheila leaned down and whispered something in his ear. She told me afterwards, she had said, "Don't you fucking dare to refuse my orders. Do what I tell you!"
I saw Brad's hand reach over and grasp Mark's throbbing erection. I know Mark was not aware of the fact that another man was holding it. He was busy licking away on my cunt, and probably thought it was either Sheila or me clinging to his pole.
When Sheila leaned down and whispered something else in Brad's ear, I saw the look of horror in his eyes. It was an unbelievable look, as if he couldn't comprehend that what he thought he heard was true. Sheila just smiled sweetly at this astonished look, and nodded her head. Slowly, ever so slowly, Brad raised his head, and moved it closer to Mark's crotch. I must admit that I was slightly appalled at what I knew was about to happen. I was probably a bit jealous too, and a little horrified that my sister could be so kinky, and such a bitch to force it on Brad.
Sure enough, Brad opened his mouth, and took the head of Mark's prick. Sheila reached over and placed a hand on the back of Brad's head, and pushed down. More of Mark's cock entered his mouth. Sheila leaned over, and whispered more instructions in Brad's ear.
Soon, Brad's head was bobbing up and down on Mark's cock, taking at least half of those nine inches plus with each downward thrust. Then, with Sheila's coaxing, I saw Brad's tongue move down and up, and all around the prick, licking every inch of it, and also licking up the wet jism drooling from the massive head of it. Soon it appeared that Brad was not finding it distasteful at all. He seemed to be enjoying the task of making my sister happy by fulfilling her command. When he looked up at her and saw her satisfied smile, he resumed his task with vigor.
Mark's hands were busy playing with my two tits as he ate me out. I was hoping he wouldn't reach behind me to caress the head sucking on his whang. I don't know how he would have taken it if he found out it wasn't a head full of long blonde hair surrounding the mouth working on him.
When Mark started moving his hips up and down, and groaning noises came from beneath my legs, I knew he was almost ready to shoot his load. Sheila must have sensed it too, for she immediately whispered to Brad again. That astonished look went back in his eyes, but he obeyed.
Brad opened his mouth wide, and inserted Mark's gigantic cock again. Sheila pushed Brad's head down as far as it would go, and Mark continued to twist and moan.
"She's going to make him swallow the stuff!" I thought. Sure enough, that's just what happened. Mark exploded in Brad's mouth. I saw Mark's heavy white sperm drool out of the corners of Brad's mouth when he pulled his face away from the still hard cock. Brad's eyes were evidently looking around for a place to spit out the creamy warm jism, but Sheila shook her head no.
Brad closed his eyes. He swallowed hard. His hand went to his mouth and wiped away what had dribbled out onto his chin. I wondered if it was the first time Brad had swallowed another man's cum.
It was exciting as hell to watch, because I had an orgasm viewing that scene, and Mark got his first taste of my juices.
Sheila got to find out second hand what a guy's cum tastes like, because she reached over and rewarded Brad with a passionate tongue kiss. He threw his arms around her and hugged her, returning her passionate kisses, as if he was grateful for her approval of a job well done.
After Mark finished licking out all my cum, I threw myself on top of him, and jammed my tongue into his mouth. We rolled around, kissing and hugging. When we stopped, we lay watching Sheila giving head to Brad.
Sheila had pushed Brad back down on his back, and was kneeling between his legs, frantically sucking his meat. Brad's eyes were tightly closed, and he was obviously enjoying the blow job. Every once in awhile my sister would remove her mouth, dart down to his balls, and lick them for a few seconds before resuming the blow job.
Mark's dick never did go completely down after he came off. Maybe half way, but now as we lay there watching the other two, I had a good grip on it, and had it worked up again.
"Mark," I whispered in his ear, "I want to go all the way with you."
"What do you mean?"
"Fuck me. I want you to be the first." I really couldn't believe I said it, but I did mean it.
"I don't think it's such a good idea Ellen. Not that I don't want to, but ... "
"Don't worry, Brad's got a safe.
"Brad, where are the rubbers?" I asked.
Brad opened his eyes for only a moment, pointed to his pile of clothes, and said, "In my pocket."
Mark went through the pockets of Brad's pants, found the box of condoms, and removed one of the tightly sealed foil packs. The writing on them said they were lubricated and had reservoir ends.
"I've never used one of these," Mark admitted, as he tore at the package.
"Have you ever needed to?" It was my coy way of asking if he too was a virgin.
"If you want the truth, no."
I was terribly pleased. Maybe I wasn't the first to swallow his load of cum, but I sure was going to be the first to ball him.
Mark fumbled with the gold foil wrapper until he extracted an ultra thin slippery rolled up rubber. His first attempt to put the condom on his stiff iron-like rod failed. I watched in fascination as he tried to cover his throbbing cock and determined he told me the truth about it being his first time. He turned the rolled up rubber over, and tried again. This time he was successful in covering the entire length with the transparent covering.
"Ready when you are." His smile of anticipation matched my own as he made the announcement.
As I rolled over on my back and spread my legs, I noticed Sheila still sucking away on Brads prick, alternating between his balls, and his shaft. Her eyes were wide open, watching Mark and me, and I'm sure she was getting turned on by the idea that my pussy was about to be filled with a monstrous pole.
Mark positioned himself between my opened legs. Holding his stiff rock hard pecker, he put the tip of it against my pussy hole.
"Go easy Baby, please." I was apprehensive now that I was looking down on his nine inches plus, only a second away from losing my virginity.
"Don't worry, I'll go slow," he promised, and pushed against my hole without penetrating. He was pushing my cunt lips inwards, instead of going in between them.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," I protested. I put both hands between my legs, and peeled back the lips of my vulva. "Try it now, but go slow."
Mark was very gentle, and kept his promise. He inserted only a very little at a time, allowing me to get use to the feeling. When he had about four or five inches in my hole, I found myself twisting and pushing up to take more.
I looked up at the magnificent body above me, and adored his sweating muscles; trim beautiful body; and his handsome face. I thought of how lucky I was, having such a beautiful hunk of man screwing me for the first time.
Because he was so gentle with me, I found myself relaxing like a limp rag doll. My fears quickly vanished, and I started to tremble with pleasure, both mental and physical. The feeling of being stuffed with his hot rod was incredible.
Mark started to pump in and out once he reached the halfway point. On each inward thrust, he went in just a little more, until he had the whole thing in. He pressed against me and covered my mouth with his, leaving his cock buried to the hilt inside of my oven. I returned his tongue kissing, and felt his prick starting to move in and out, very slowly.
His enormous rod was driving me crazy with lust. I pulled my tongue out of his mouth, wrapped my arms tightly around his body, and moaned in his ear.
"Ohh Mark. Fuck me."
"Are you okay Baby?" he whispered.
"Yes, oh yes. It feels good.
Mark started to pump faster and faster, and I arched my back to meet each of his forward thrusts. My own juices were starting to flow, and I began to grab and claw at his back. I began to whimper and beg for more.
"Don't stop, don't stop. Ohh Mark, it feels so good." My eyes were tightly closed, and I must have been thrashing around wildly, because Mark grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground. Opening my eyes, I saw him arch his back, and look down. Raising my head, I too looked down between our legs, and saw his cock plunging in-and out of my hot juicy pussy. I couldn't believe I was actually receiving such a long fat piece of meat. I couldn't believe how utterly wonderful it felt being stuffed with his pulsating pole.
Mark rode me like a wild stallion, and plowed in, right to the hilt. Our bodies were making loud slapping sounds with each forward thrust, and we were both in a state of wild abandon. I was full of lust for the excited wild young stud inside me.
I hadn't noticed Sheila until I heard her scream with pleasure. Looking over, I saw her sitting on top of Brad's prick, riding up and down on it. I could see the shiny rubber covering on Brad's shaft, and the thick rubber ring mingling with his pubic hair. Sheila's tits were bouncing up and down. Brad's hands were holding her tightly by the hips, as his cock slid in and out of her hole.
Mark's huge cock sliding in and out of my hot wet pussy and the sight of watching my sister riding up and down on top of Brad's steel-like shaft, turned me on like never before. I started screaming with pleasure, and Mark rode me harder. His started thrusting even more furious, and harder. My ass was being driven hard into the ground with each forward slam against my body. It hurt, but at the same time I loved being used so roughly in order to give such pleasure to the blonde beautiful stud on top of me.
Sheila was moaning too. Her sighs and groans were getting louder and louder. Soon we were both screaming.
"Mark, don't stop, don't stop. Oh, I love it, I love you!"
"I'm going to cum ... I can't help it," Mark was panting.
I felt my own orgasm swelling from somewhere deep inside me, and screamed with delight as the juices started spurting.
Mark was breathing, and seemed to have trouble breathing. He threw himself with a violent force against my stomach, and buried his prick in my pussy as far as he could get it, and shot his load. We both climaxed together. I could feel the force of his load shooting inside the protective rubber, and swelling it. His prick throbbed and jerked as he grinded his hips against me, and plunged his tongue into my mouth.
Brad had been rather silent in his frantic fucking movements, but when he went off like a rocket, he groaned loudly, and squeezed Sheila's tits so tightly she had to winch. "Oooh, ahhh," she wailed, screwing up her face in pain.
Mark pulled out, and rolled over on his back, still breathing deeply, but obvious content and happy. I looked at the rubber containing his sperm, and couldn't resist going for it. I peeled it off, and started licking his juicy wet cock head, devouring his salty warm jism. Then I kissed his cock all over before curling up in his arms.
Sheila and Brad had also disengaged themselves, and were passionately kissing one another.
Even though I was very content and happy at that moment, having just been screwed for the first time, and loving the young stud who was the first to get his rocks off in my cunt, I had other thoughts. Laying there exhausted like a limp rag doll, I thought of Pete, and made up my mind he was going to be next. I had to find out if a man was better than a boy.
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We'll take our leave of our friends here. As you can imagine, there are several more adventures ahead for them, but they are the stuff of another tale. You might be interested in knowing, however, that Ellen married Mark, who became a preacher, and Sheila married Brad, who became a doctor. See, sometimes they do live happily ever after.
