"Normal" is a frequently used word, yet a word whose exact meaning is as elusive as the term "perverse". What those two words imply seems to vary from nation to nation, from community to community, from person to person.
Pat and her brother Sammy outwardly appear to be two average middle-class Americans. Yet the two of them indulge in behavior that many others would consider abnormal; indeed, the two of them commit what, in many societies, is among the oldest taboos known to man. But who is to say whether either or both are normal or perverse?
HORNY FOR BROTHER -- a novel of considerable interest to any who hope to find and define their own standards of correct behavior. A page of our restless society as food for sensuous thought.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Sammy hated it when his sister had girl friends sleep over. Not that he didn't like his sister's friends. But when she had a friend over, Sammy felt left out.
His sister was a year older than he. And all of her friends were the types of girls that Sammy dreamed about.
He was a horny kid. No hornier than usual, but kids his age are usually pretty horny.
So when he had to lie in bed, thinking about the cute chicks in the next room with their flannel nightgowns draped over their ripe tits and firm asses, naturally it made him even hornier.
Although he tried to pretend he wasn't interested, he was. He would find himself standing outside his sister's closed door on his way to the bathroom. He could hear their voices, laughing, gossiping, fooling around.
Now, as he stopped to listen, though, he heard something genuinely interesting.
"I wish my tits were more like yours," Pat, his sister, was saying.
Sammy froze. He moved his ear closer to the door.
"I like yours better," Polly said. "Look at the way mine sag."
"But I like the way they sag," Pat said. "I think mine look like they just sprouted yesterday."
Sammy realized that the girls were looking at each other's tits.
Suddenly the boy's horniness grew into a fever of lust. He dropped to his knees and put his eye to the keyhole. But all he saw was his sister's dresser.
"I like your nipples better than mine, too," Pat was saying.
Sammy would give anything to see into that room. The last, time he'd seen, his sister's bare chest, it had been as flat as his own.
Of course, he had caught glimpses of her tits when he peeked down her blouse. But those quick peeks had only whetted his appetite to see more. He just had to see what was going on in there! "Look how I can practically throw my tits over my shoulders," Polly was saying.
Sammy's brain strained at the task of thinking of a way to peek into that room.
There was a roof over the back porch. If he stood on that, he might be able to see through her window. But the roof on the porch didn't continue under the window. It would be a tricky reach.
But he had no choice. He just had to see what was going on. After all, how often does a horny kid get to see a girl throwing her tits over her shoulder?
So Sammy went downstairs, past his parents who were sitting in the living room, and out the back door.
The first thing he did was to look up at the window to see if there would be any chance of seeing into it. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw that the shade wasn't pulled all the way down.
Then he looked for a way to climb up on the roof of the porch. With a lot of straining and clawing and stretching, he managed to get up there. But he was panting from the effort.
It was dark out, and the house was fairly secluded by trees. So he didn't have to worry about being seen.
With his heart pounding and his prick stiff, Sammy went toward the window.
But by the time he got to the end of the roof, the window was still four or five feet away. And from where he stood, he could only see an empty corner of the room.
Below the window was a large bush. It would break his fall if he slipped, he knew. But falling wouldn't be very healthy.
Sammy leaned over the end of the roof, toward the window. That way he could see more of the room. But neither girl could be seen.
There was a narrow molding on the side of the house that he could step on. Then, if he could grab the windowsill, he could see right in!
After taking a last look at the bush below, Sammy stretched his foot out onto the molding. It seemed to hold him. Then, he reached for the windowsill. He managed to grab it.
As he slowly brought his weight over the side of the roof, the only thing he could think of was that he had missed everything. He imagined the girls all dressed up in their nightgowns, under the covers, hidden from his horny gaze. They might not even be in the room any longer.
But when he brought his face to the window, he found that they were still there, and they were naked!
The girls were sitting on Pat's bed. Each was holding one of their own tits. It looked like they were examining their nipples.
Sammy's eyes bulged and his prick throbbed. He had never seen a pair of tits before. He'd seen pictures, of course. But this was different. This was a thousand times more exciting!
Sammy saw his sister point at her nipple, then at Polly's. Then they both looked at each other's nipples closely. Polly held her big boob up to Pat's face.
Polly's tits did sag, Sammy noticed. The one that she wasn't lifting up lay heavily on her chest. It still protruded with a beautiful curve, though. Sammy didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
His sister's tits were much different. They were smaller than Polly's. They were half circles that swelled from heir chest. She could never lift one high up like Polly was doing. Polly had to bend over and put her face to Pat's tits to get a good look.
After looking at each other's nipples closely, they both turned to the side. Showing each other the profile of their tits, they ran a finger down over their soft boobs, over the nipples and under the tits.
Sammy couldn't hear what they were saying. But he could tell that they were still telling each other how much they liked the other's tits more than their own.
Polly picked up a pencil from the night table by the bed and put it under her tit. Then she let it go, showing Pat -- and Sammy -- how the weight of her boob kept the pencil in place.
That was pretty interesting. And seeing those girl's tits was great. But Sammy was already trying to get a view of their hidden cunts.
Polly was sitting cross-legged. And although she was facing him, her thighs were hiding her pussy. Pat was sitting with her legs curled under her. But she was facing sideways to the window. So Sammy had to settle for the mere view of their tits.
Suddenly, Pat got up. She walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Then she went back to the bed.
She had only been up for a few seconds. But Sammy didn't think he'd ever forget the sight of his naked sister walking right toward him. He saw her hairy crotch. And even though he couldn't actually see the slot, the view of her pubic patch was quite a treat for a horny kid like Sammy.
Nor would he forget the sight of his sister's ass as she walked back to the bed. Her round asscheeks were the most beautiful things Sammy had ever seen.
Only when Pat sat back down on the bed did Sammy notice what she had taken from the drawer. It was a hand mirror.
Pat held the mirror in front of her, then to each side. She was looking at her tits from every possible angle.
Then the girls seemed to forget their tits. Pat put the mirror down. They talked to each other. And Sammy feasted his eyes on their now-neglected jugs.
But what happened next took Sammy's mind off their tits.
Suddenly, Pat threw her legs wide open. Then she took the mirror and held it in front of her. As she looked into the mirror, she put her hand to her pussy.
Sammy was so shaken that he almost fell into the bush below.
Now the girls were going to compare their cunts. The boy at the window couldn't believe his luck.
He could see his sister's cunt below the mirror she held. But he didn't have a very good view. It looked sort of blurry and far away.
As Pat fingered her own pussy and talked, Polly lay down, supporting herself on an elbow. She was facing Pat's crotch, staring right into it.
Why can't I have the view Polly is seeing? Sammy asked himself. He would give anything to stare into a girl's open crotch. Anything! But it seemed too fantastic to ever happen to him.
Pat leaned farther back. And she held the mirror higher.
Now Sammy had a much better view of her cunt. He could see how the hair seemed to shimmer in the light. And he could see her gash, a fine pink line between her thighs. Under her cunt, he could see her asscheeks.
He stared so hard that his eyeballs ached. But he still didn't have the view he wanted. He wanted to be where Polly was -- right beside Pat's gaping twat!
Pat reached for her cunt again. With two fingers, she spread the slot open wide.
Sammy went crazy with lust. He thought he could see the wet hole where a guy could bury his prick. But he was too far away to be sure of what he saw.
As the girls examined Pat's snatch, they kept talking. They looked like women in a supermarket examining the fruit.
When they had studied Pat's cunt for several minutes, Polly swung around and spread her legs. But Sammy couldn't see Polly's cunt -- she was facing Pat.
Still, it was exciting to see her, sitting there with her legs spread, leaning forward and peering into her own twat.
As she leaned over, Polly's tits sagged to her waist. Sammy wondered what it would be like to lift one of those jugs in his hand.
As exciting as it was to peek in at the naked girls as they examined each other's body, Sammy found he was more frustrated than ever.
It figured. Starvation was bad enough. But when a starving man is shown a table set for a feast, and he can't eat, it's even worse.
In his lustful condition, Sammy didn't notice how his arms and legs had begun to tremble. After all, he was clinging to the house like a fly.
By the time he realized how exhausting it was to be stretched out like that, he was barely holding on. But be didn't want to lose sight of the naked girls.
Finally, he had no choice. He was about to push himself back onto the porch roof when his shaking foot slipped.
As he fell, he managed to keep from hollering.
The next thing Sammy knew, he was lying in the middle of the bush. He didn't try to move. He was too scared. But he wasn't worried that he'd hurt himself. Hitting that bush had sounded awfully loud to him. Surely his sister must have heard.
Sammy waited for the window above to open, and for his sister's head to appear. But that didn't happen. When a few minutes had passed, Sammy realized that no one had heard him fall.
Then he began to wonder if he was hurt. Wiggling each part of his body, he found that he was still all in one piece. But his face began to burn. He knew then that he was covered with scratches.
What would he say to his parents and sister about the scratches? And when he climbed out of the bush, be noticed that he had broken a lot of branches. It was going to be obvious what had happened, he knew.
Sammy spent the next half-hour trying to patch up the bush. With some tape and some tacks, he was able to make it look somewhat like it had before he'd landed in it. Now all he had to worry about was his face.
He was able to get past his parents without them noticing. Then, while he was in the bathroom examining his wounds, he realized there had been a beneficial aspect to his fall -- it had taken his mind off his horniness.
But when he went back to his bedroom, past the closed door of his sister's room, his prick was hard and twitching again.
He had no choice but to jerk off again and that would be the second time that day. But now that he had a mental picture of his naked sister and Polly, he was bound to do a lot of jerking off.
Chapter Two
The next time Sammy saw his sister, he felt a hot jolt of lust. All he could think of was how he had spied on her and seen her naked. He was so nervous he couldn't even speak.
"What happened to your face?" Pat asked him.
"Yes, what did happen to your face?" his mother echoed.
They were sitting at the dinner table. Sammy had put some of his sister's make-up on to hide the scratches. But from across a table, they showed.
"Nothing happened," Sammy said. "It's just a scratch."
"Well something must have happened," his father said. "And it's not just a scratch, it's several scratches."
"It's no big deal, all right?" Sammy said. "Can't I have a few scratches without getting the third degree?"
"You weren't fighting, were you?" his mother asked.
"No!" Sammy said. "Can't we just forget it?" Nothing else was said. And Sammy realized that he was lucky to have nice parents. He knew that they must be thinking all sorts of things to explain his scratches. But that was all right, as long as they didn't guess how he really got them.
But now Sammy was hornier than ever. He would stare at his sister every chance he got. In his imagination, she was as naked as when he'd peeked into her window.
Finally, a few nights later, he couldn't resist going into her room to talk.
"I thought you were mad at me," Pat said.
"What? I'm not mad at you," Sammy said. "Why did you think that?"
"Well you haven't said two words to me in days," Pat said.
"Oh, well..." Sammy searched his mind for something to say. "I've been busy thinking."
"What have you been thinking about?"
Sammy hoped to talk to his sister about his horniness. And she had given him the perfect opening.
"Did you ever, uh, do it?" he asked her. "You know. Get fucked?"
Pat hesitated. Then she said she hadn't. "Don't you want to?" Sammy asked. "I mean, don't you feel like you've just got to get fucked or you'll go crazy?"
"Oh, I feel like it sometimes," Pat admitted. "But I don't think I'll go crazy. Why? Do you think you'll go crazy?"
"Sometimes," Sammy said. "Sometimes I can't think of anything else. Don't you get that way?"
"Sort of," Pat said. "But, God, I'm not as horny as you, fortunately."
"Did you ever see a guy's prick?" Sammy asked. "None of your business," Pat said. "Come on, tell me," Sammy begged. "Did you ever see one when it was hard?"
"Why do you want to know?" Pat asked.
"I just want to," he said. "Did you ever see a hard cock? I'll bet you never have."
Pat didn't say anything. So Sammy knew he was right.
"Do you want to see one?" he asked. Pat's eyes flashed. And although she wasn't talking, Sammy knew she was interested in what he was saying.
"Well, do you?" he asked.
"If someone wants to show me one, I'll look," she said.
"I'll show you mine," he offered. "If you show me your cunt."
Sammy had wondered if he was going to be able to ask that question. And now that he had, he was proud of himself. But he was in suspense now. Ever since seeing Polly staring into Pat's crotch, Sammy couldn't think of anything else.
But Pat was being shy. She merely looked at her brother. He almost saw the gears turning in her mind.
All she needed was a little persuasion, he thought.
"Come on, let's do it," he said. "A hard dick is really something to see."
"How will you make it get hard?" Pat asked.
"Don't worry," Sammy said. "If I'm looking at your cunt, it'll be hard. In fact, it's hard already from just talking about it."
Pat's eyes dropped to her brother's crotch. He was sitting on the edge of her bed, but he knew the lump of his prick would be noticeable.
"Come on," Sammy repeated. "How about it?"
As he said that, he reached for his belt buckle. He was usually a shy kid. But his tremendous urge to see his sister's cunt was turning him into a real hustler.
But still Pat hesitated. So Sammy began unbuckling. He opened his pants and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Then he stood up.
All he had to do now was to pull his pants and underpants down in one quick motion, and his prick would spring out.
Pat stared at the bulge where her brother's cock throbbed. He had never seen her looking so intently at anything before.
"Okay," she said in an eager whisper.
Sammy waited for his sister to unfasten her pants. Soon she was as ready as he to expose herself.
As Pat moved her pants down her wide hips, Sammy lowered his pants. Both of them stared at their emerging flesh. Just as Pat's curly pubic hair began to rise over the top of her undies, Sammy's prick leaped out like a happy puppy, ready to play ball.
His cock vibrated as it sprang up. Then it pointed toward Pat's face and throbbed with a steady rhythm.
"Holy cow!" Pat gasped as she looked at his prick.
In her shock, she stopped lowering her pants. So Sammy found himself with only a bit of curly fuzz to look at while his sister was feasting her eyes on his twitching tool and hanging balls.
"Come on, come on," he said. "Let me see your cunt."
Without taking her eyes from her brother's cock.
Pat lowered her pants and undies to her ankles. She was still sitting on the bed. And in that position, there really wasn't much to see.
Still, looking down at the hair on his sister's pussy made Sammy pant with lust. But, just as when he looked in the window, he could never see enough to satisfy him.
"But I can't really see your cunt," he complained, "and you can see everything I've got."
Slowly, Pat leaned back and spread her thighs. Now the view was improved.
Sammy's gaze leveled on Pat's crotch. It was the same view he'd had from the window. But now he could see so much more.
His sister's slot was clearly visible. And between those soft, hairy lips, two inner-lips could be seen. They were like two tender ridges of flesh.
Below her cunt, Pat's ass could be seen. And Sammy marveled at the perfect roundness and smoothness of those cheeks.
"Spread your legs some more," Sammy said in a breathless voice.
Pat was still staring at her brother's big cock and balls. She hadn't taken her eyes from them since they had appeared. And if the boy was looking at her eyes, rather than at her cunt, he would have seen her eyeballs moving from his balls to his prick and back again. And when she looked at his cock, her eyes moved up and down with the jerking of his prick.
Pat spread her legs wider, but not as wide as Sammy would have liked. He could see more of her inner-lips now, though. They were separate little wings of flesh, he noticed. And they came together near the front of her gash.
But he still couldn't see where a cock could enter his sister's body.
Pat looked as though she was hypnotized. So Sammy reached down and moved one of her knees to the side.
Now her cunt spread open like a blooming flower.
Suddenly Sammy could see the dark entrance between her inner-lips. And as he stared at that portal, he felt his prick give an even greater twitch than usual. Oh, how he longed to fill that juicy pit with his cock!
"Gee, I never thought a cock would look so big," Pat said finally. "Look at the way it jerks!"
Sammy felt a bit embarrassed. After all, no one had ever seen his stiff prick before. And this was his own sister staring at it now!
But his lust overcame his shyness. He loved looking at his sister's twat. And he even felt a strange thrill from showing off his rod.
"How does it get so stiff?" Pat asked. "How does it feel?"
Sammy felt a wave of passion rush through him as he offered to let his sister feel it. He knew that the touch of her slender fingers on his prick would be a real thrill.
The girl looked up at her brother's face to see if her was serious. When she saw that he was, she slowly reached out.
Sammy shook with lust when he saw his sister's hand moving toward his throbbing joint. But just before touching it, she hesitated.
"Go ahead," he urged. "Touch it!"
When Pat's fingers came into contact with Sammy's cockhead, the boy almost jumped. He had never felt anything so nice before. And he had touched his own prick in every possible way.
"It's soft," Pat said as she felt his prick's blunt tip.
Sammy had taken his eyes from his sister's twat to watch as she handled his cock, an even more thrilling sight.
Pat at first had only rested her fingertips in the big cockhead. But now she was squeezing the head between fingers and thumb. The soft knob of Sammy's prick contracted under her firm examination.
Then Pat ran her fingers under the prickhead. That caused his cock to buck wildly.
"Did I make it do that?" Pat answered with amazement.
But Sammy couldn't even answer her. Having his prick touched by his sister's delicate fingers put him in such a state of passion that he was almost paralyzed.
Pat slid her fingers under his cockhead a few more times. And each time, the prick gave a mighty leap.
Next Pat ran her fingers along the veiny shaft. She encircled the thick rod with her fingers and squeezed. Then she discovered that the skin could be slid back and forth over the hard spike.
"Gee, it's really amazing! Isn't it?" she said with awe.
From his shaft, Pat's hand moved to her brother's big balls. It was just as well, too. Because if she had jerked the skin of his prick a few more times, Sammy would have shot her with his cum.
"I've always thought guys' balls were funny," Pat said as she hefted the sac of nuts in the palm of her hand.
Although it didn't give him the intense thrill he'd had when she'd stroked his prick, Sammy loved having his balls jostled in his sister's soft hand.
After bouncing the nuts around a while, Pat squeezed them.
"Ow! Careful," Sammy said.
"Does that hurt?" Pat asked. "I only squeezed them a little."
She did it again.
"Ow-w-w! Yes, it does hurt," Sammy said.
"Gee, that's good to know," Pat said with a smile.
"Pat," Sammy said. "Grab my prick again." Pat dropped his nuts and put her hand around her brother's rod once more.
"Amazing how it jerks," Pat said. "Look. It's even making my hand bob up and down!"
Sammy wanted to tell his sister to pull the loose skin back and forth. The idea of coming while she jerked his prick seemed like a dream too good to be true.
But before Sammy had gathered enough courage to ask, Pat began tugging his prick on her own.
She pulled the loose skin over his prick's fat head. Then she pulled it back until her hand was pressing into his balls.
Sammy began to tremble. His knees turned to jelly. His breath came in deep gulps.
Finally, Pat noticed that her brother seemed to be acting strangely. She looked up at him. Her hand stopped pulling his foreskin back and forth.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
Sammy was standing there, his knees bent, his mouth hanging open, and his whole body shaking.
"Nothing," he croaked. "Keep doing that."
"This?" Pat asked as she resumed tugging on his prick.
Sammy nodded. He looked at his prick, with the feminine hand around it. Then he looked at his sister's cunt again.
"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h," he gasped as his orgasm began.
"Sammy, what..." Pat began asking. "Don't stop!" he gasped. "Keep going!" To increase the speed of his sister's jerks. Sammy began bucking his hips. "Oh-h-h-h-h," he cried.
"Huh-h-h-h," Pat gasped as a silvery shot of jism leaped from her brother's prick and landed on her thigh.
His sister did as he said. And Sammy had the orgasm of his life. He kept pumping his hips as his jism flowed over his sister's hand.
"Uh-h-h," he sighed when the shooting stopped. "Oh, wow!"
"Why didn't you tell me that was going to happen?" Pat asked as she released his prick.
She held her hand in front of her face, examining the pearly gobs of jism that covered it.
"Sorry I didn't warn you," Sammy said. "But it happened so fast."
Actually, he had been too stricken with lust to speak. And he had been afraid his sister would have let go of his cock if he'd told her that he was going to come.
Now Pat was rubbing two fingertips together, feeling the slippery gift of jism.
"Is that how you do it?" she asked. "Is that how you jerk off?"
"Yeah," Sammy admitted as he sat on the bed.
Pat took a tissue and wiped her hand. Then she took another and began swabbing Sammy's wet prick.
"Do you jerk off a lot?" Pat asked.
"Yeah," Sammy said. "Sort of a lot. I told you, sometimes I can't think of anything but fucking. Then I have to jerk off."
His prick had begun to shrink. But now, with his sister mopping up his jism with a tissue, it stiffened again.
"I think of faking a lot too," Pat said. "Then I have to jerk off too."
Sammy had never heard of a girl jerking off. It didn't make sense. Girls could get fucked whenever they wanted. Any boy would be willing to fuck just about any chick at any time. So why would a girl jerk off?
"You do?" Sammy said. "How?"
"I usually just rub my cunt until I come," she said. "But sometimes I stick something up my cunt."
Sammy never expected his sister to tell him things like this. But now their relationship was very different from what it had been before.
Maybe the fun isn't over, Sammy thought. After all, only he had come so far.
"Let me stick a finger in your cunt," Sammy said.
His heart began to beat fast as he waited for her reply. Actually, he had almost asked her to let him fuck her. But a kid couldn't fuck his own sister.
Pat looked at him with the same thoughtful expression she had used when he proposed that they show each other their loins.
"Go ahead," she said suddenly, and eagerly!
She lay back again. Her legs spread open wide. And Sammy found himself in exactly the position he had longed to be in when he'd peeked in her window and saw Polly staring into Pat's twat.
Pat's legs were open wider now than they were before. The interior of her cunt was on display. Every fold of flesh, and even her gaping tunnel, was exposed to Sammy's devouring gaze.
He slowly reached for his sister's cunt. And just as she had felt his prick, slowly, gently, then more vigorously, Sammy felt her twat.
At first be merely ran his fingers through the dark curls of pubic hair. He felt how her plump mound cushioned the slot that ran through it.
But before long, he had a finger in her gash. The first thing that struck him was how wet her snatch was. It was soaking with warm, slippery juice. His finger could slide around easily, without any friction at all.
He moved his fingertip over the long ridges of flesh that ran on either side of her pit. And when he touched the puckered area where those lips came together in front of her cunt cave, he noticed how his sister's body shook.
Sammy looked from her cunt to her fate, and back to her cunt. He loved watching his finger slide over the wiggling lips. But by looking at his sister's face, he could tell just what effect his touch was having on her.
When he reached into her deep cavern with his long middle finger, Pat's face contorted into a mask of pure sexual bliss. Her brow wrinkled, and her mouth opened.
"Oh-h-h-h," she moaned softly.
Sammy now had his finger up his sister's twat as far as he could get it. And it felt great. It was so hot and tender in that pit that he knew it would be heaven to have his prick buried in it.
Moving his finger around, exploring that cave, he made Pat writhe. Sammy had never imagined a girl reacting so wantonly to having her pussy fingered. But he, could see that it must feel at least as good as a guy jerking off.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h," Pat cried in a tumult of passion.
She lifted her ass from the bed, then dropped it again. Her, back arched. She twisted around and threw her arms over her head.
While he finger fucked her, Sammy thought that it would be a good time to broaden his explorations. So he reached under Pat's jersey and clutched one of her tits.
With his finger up her snatch and a tit in his other hand, Sammy was getting too excited to know what he was doing.
His finger began stirring and pumping in Pat's twat. And he clutched her round tit tightly.
The girl went wild. Squeezing her tit seemed to increase her writhing, Sammy thought. The way she was moving on the bed now astonished the boy. "Ah-h-h-h-h! O-o-o-o-o!" Pat wailed. She began jerking her hips back and forth as though she was getting fucked. She jerked so hard that Sammy's finger slipped out. And when that happened, Pat froze and begged him to stick it back in.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" she cried.
She must be coming, Sammy thought. Nothing else could explain her crazed behavior. But Sammy never even knew that a girl could come like this.
"M-m-m-m-m," Pat hummed as her body began to relax.
In another few seconds, she was still. Then she took her brother's hands from her cunt and tit. Before he knew it, his sister had her pants pulled up.
There didn't seem to be anything for him to do but pull up his pants too.
"Wow, that was great, huh?" Sammy said. "Really, Sammy. I don't know how I let you talk me into that," Pat said. "I don't even let my boyfriends do that to me. And you're my own brother!"
"So what?" Sammy said in surprise. "I mean, we didn't really fuck or anything. I thought it was great!"
"Well, we'll have to keep it a secret," Pat said. "And we can't ever do it again. I really don't know why I did it in the first place."
By the time Sammy left his sister, he was horny again. But he was also mad that she'd acted so cool afterwards. He knew why she had let him jerk her off -- she was horny, as horny as he.
But now Sammy was just as horny as ever. With the memory of his sister's twat burning brightly in his mind, he decided to jerk off. Of course, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun as it had been to have her doing it for him. But when he noticed that his fingers smelled of his sister's cunt juice, that made jerking off by himself more exciting than usual.
Chapter Three
Even though his sister had told him she would never let him finger fuck her again, or jerk him off, Sammy considered her a sex Goddess.
Every time he saw her, his prick got hard. The smell of her hair could almost make him come right in his pants.
So it wasn't surprising that he began going into her bedroom when she wasn't home. Just being in that room made him wildly horny. After all, it was there that he had gotten his first hand job and had fingered his first pussy.
Sammy would sit on the bed where he'd sat when he'd reached into his sister's cunt. He would try to remember every second of that fabulous experience.
Then he would pull out his prick. Thinking of his sister's gentle touch, he would jerk off.
Once, while prowling in her room, he found a pair of her underpants lying on the bed. The sight of that little garment thrilled him. They might be the very undies she was wearing when we jerked each other off! Sammy thought.
He picked them up. They could be the underpants Pat was wearing that wonderful evening! In any case, he found them to be very exciting.
It seemed strange to be excited by a pair of underpants. As Sammy held them in front of him, he began to understand his interest. After all, didn't these panties hug his sister's pussy and ass? And wouldn't he love to do just that?
He looked at the crotch of the panties and imagined his sister's twat in there.
Then he held the garment to his face. The odor of Pat's cunt hit him like a ten-pound hammer. The underpants began to seem like a sexual treasure to the sex-starved boy.
He whipped out his prick. Then he laid the panties over it.
The cool material draped across his hot prick gave him a kinky thrill.
Next, Sammy wrapped his cock with the undies. They were so smooth that they were the perfect thing to jerk off into, he knew. But then he had another idea.
His imagination embarrassed him. What he was thinking must be the most perverted thought a kid could have! Still, he had to do it -- he had to try the panties on!
With shaking fingers, Sammy undressed. The thought of what he was about to do made his cheeks burn. But it also made his cock throb powerfully.
When he was naked, he picked up the panties and stepped into them. Then, when he pulled them up, he realized the full power of that garment. Save for the hot feeling of his sister's hand on his prick, this was the most exciting sensation he'd ever felt.
The bikini panties fit him pretty well. His ass filled them snugly. The crotch of her panties held his balls tightly. And since they were cut so low, his prick could stick right over the top of the sexy garment.
Sammy went to the mirror and looked at himself. What he saw made him even more embarrassed, and more excited.
The sight of himself in those panties made Sammy grab his prick. Then, still standing in front of the mirror, he began to jerk off. As he pulled and pushed the skin on his cock, the panties massaged his balls. And the nylon material crept up into the crack of his ass.
When he came, a fountain of jism exploded from his cock. It landed on his sister's dresser. One shot even hit the mirror.
After he drained his lust through his cock, Sammy felt sort of silly in his sister's underwear. Avoiding his reflection in the mirror, he took off the panties and dressed. Then he mopped up his gism and left his sister's room.
He promised himself that he would never do anything so weird again. Naturally, that promise only lasted until the next time he got horny.
Again and again he visited his sister's room. Before long he was putting on her bras, slips and pantyhose as well as her underpants. As long as he couldn't get the real thing, dressing in his sister's underwear and jerking off seemed to be the next best thing.
One time, as he stood in front of his sister's mirror in her underwear, he heard someone come in the house. The footsteps were loud, heading for the stairway.
Sammy had already begun to jerk off. In fact, his jism had begun to churn within his jerking nuts.
But the thought of being caught dressed as he was made him forget his prick. As fast as he could, he began to pull the underwear off.
Fortunately, he was only wearing a pair of panties and a bra. He managed to get out of them in a matter of seconds. In a few more seconds he had them put back into the drawer.
But now he stood naked in his sister's room. And someone was already climbing the stairs.
Sammy looked down at his clothes. There was absolutely no way he could get dressed before who ever was on the stairs reached the door of the bedroom.
Sammy suddenly realized that it must be his sister climbing the stairs. His mother and father were both at their jobs. That was a relief. If he was to get caught, he would rather it be by his sister. They already had a secret, and another wouldn't matter much.
So Sammy just gave up hope of getting away. At least he wouldn't be caught in her underwear.
"What are you doing?" Pat asked as she stepped into the room.
She looked at her brother's stiff prick, then at his clothing scattered on the floor.
"I was just looking at myself in your mirror," Sammy said. "Do you think I have a good build?"
"Why aren't you looking in your own mirror?" Pat asked.
"Yours is bigger," he said looking at himself again. "My prick really is pretty big, isn't it?"
"You'd better get out of here," Pat said.
Sammy could see that she was staring at his prick. This might be a good time to get another crack at her pussy, he thought.
"Let's jerk each other off again," he said.
"No!" Pat said sternly.
"Come on. It was so much fun the last time," Sammy argued.
"No, no, no!" Pat yelled. "Now get out!"
"Gee, what a grouch," Sammy said as he picked up his clothes.
He was disappointed, but it had been exciting to have his sister see him naked again. And now, rather than being glad he had gotten out of her underwear before she got to her room, he wished she had caught him dressed up like he'd been. That would give her something to think about!
So, alone in his own room, Sammy finished what he'd started in his sister's room. The thrill of confronting her with his clothes off -- and his prick stiff -- made jerking off special.
But Sammy knew that something would have to change. If he kept up as he'd been going, he would turn into some sort of pervert. There was only one cure -- to get fucked!
Chapter Four
"Hey, Sammy!" Mel called. "Sammy, come on over here."
Sammy had been riding his bike around the park. He was thinking about his sister, as usual, and about getting laid, as always. So when he heard Mel calling him, he almost decided to pretend he didn't hear, and ride away.
But he decided to see what Mel wanted.
He turned the wheel of his bike and coasted over to where Mel and some other guys were hanging around.
"What's up?" Sammy asked.
"Want to get a blowjob?" Mel asked.
"From you? No thanks," Sammy joked.
"Not from me, dummy!" Mel said as he punched Sammy in the arm. "From Joyce Jones. You know who she is?"
"No. Who is she?" Sammy asked.
"She's a chick who loves to suck guys off," Mel said.
Sammy was interested. But he wasn't overwhelmed. After all, he'd heard about hundreds of chicks that'd fuck or suck any guy. But when it comes to finding them, it's a different story. And Sammy didn't feel like going on any wild goose chase.
"Where is she?" Sammy asked.
"Right in there," Mel said as he pointed to some bushes not far away.
Sammy looked into the shrubbery. Sure enough, something was going on in there. He could see some movement, and the bright colors, of someone's clothing.
"She already sucked me off," Mel said, "and it was fantastic! I'm going to hang around and see if I can get seconds!"
"Hey, Larry," Sammy said to another boy hanging around. "Is this true?"
"Yeah, it sure is," Larry said. "She already sucked off Mel and Billy and some other guys. I'm next."
"You're not next," Frank said. "I am!"
Now Sammy was excited. This looked like the real thing, all right.
"See? I told you," Mel said.
"Yeah," Sammy said as he got off his bicycle. "I'm going to hang around."
"There's a lot of guys ahead of you," Mel said. "But she's already been sucking guys off for an hour."
Sammy thought it would be just his luck to have the girl get her fill just before he got a turn. But he had to wait and try. After all, a blowjob was nothing to sneeze at. It would be his first -- and it would be just what he needed!
The bushes began shaking. Then grunts came from the bushes.
"Wow! Charlie must be filling her mouth with cream right now!" Larry said.
A few of the guys began elbowing each other, jostling for a position to be next.
Charlie stumbled out of the bushes. He was grinning foolishly and buckling his belt.
"How was it?" Frank asked as he headed for the bushes himself.
"Terrific!" he said. "Best suck job I ever got!"
Larry and Frank began shoving each other as they tried to get to the girl next. And while they were doing that, Jim slipped into the bushes.
"Shit. Now look what you've done," Larry said to Frank.
"What I've done?" Frank said angrily. "It was you! I was next!"
There were about ten guys hanging around. Sammy didn't know how many of them had already gone into the bushes. But he knew he had a long wait. He only hoped there wouldn't be a big fight before his turn came.
"Do you think she'd let me fuck her?" Sammy asked Mel as he motioned toward the bushes with his head.
"I don't think so," Mel said. "She just likes to suck pricks. At least that's what I've heard."
Given a choice, Sammy would rather get fucked than sucked. There was something about being a virgin that he hated. And if he got a blowjob rather than getting fucked, he thought he would still be a virgin.
But he wouldn't complain about having to settle for a blowjob. When he remembered the thrill of having his sister's hand on his prick, he realized that sticking his cock into a girl's mouth would be incredible.
They all heard Jim gasping. Again the pushing started between the boys.
Sammy wished they could take a number or something. The way things were going, by the time it was Sammy's turn, the cops would be there.
Jim came out of the bushes. He was holding his crotch and staggering. His tongue hung out from the side of his mouth like a hot dog.
The guys laughed when they saw him, all except Sammy. He knew that if begot a chance to have his prick sucked, be wouldn't joke around. He would go off by himself and enjoy the lingering sensations.
"You liked it, huh?" Mel asked him. "Better than your sister?" Dave asked. "Hey, leave my sister out of this," Jim said seriously.
The talk about Jim's sister excited Sammy. He wondered if any of the other guys had really gotten anywhere with their sisters.
"What was it like?" Sammy asked Mel about his blowjob.
"Well, it was a blowjob," Mel said nonchalantly. "Haven't you ever had a blowjob before?"
"No, and neither have you," Sammy said. "So don't try and shit me."
Mel smiled. He admitted that it was his first. And he told Sammy how wonderful it had been.
Meanwhile, Larry managed to shove Frank out of the way. Then he hurried to the sucking girl.
Another step closer! Sammy thought.
One after another, the boys went into the bushes. They came out again after a few minutes. As Sammy looked around, he realized that it was almost his turn.
A skinny kid Sammy didn't know came out of the bushes. Then Ron, an older kid, headed toward them.
"Hey, Ron," Mel called. "You've already had a turn. It's Sammy's turn now."
Sammy was stunned. Suddenly it was his turn. Ron went back to where he had been lounging on the grass.
This was it! But Sammy found that he was almost too stunned to move. He felt like he was in a dream.
"Well, are you going?" Ron asked. "Because if you're not, I am."
"Go ahead," Mel said to Sammy as he gave him a shove.
Once he got moving, he was all right. His prick was hard and ready.
As he followed the narrow path into the bushes, Sammy remembered playing Cowboys and Indians in there only a few years ago. Now he was going in there to get his prick sucked!
When he found the girl, he recognized her. She had been in his math class. But she wasn't the type that one usually thought of as a cock-sucking hussy.
Joyce was plain, small, with a face full of freckles. She was sitting on her haunches. When Sammy walked up to her, she smiled at him. But she didn't say anything.
Sammy was dying to stick his prick into her mouth. But he found himself reluctant to whip it out. If only she would say something, he thought.
After an, he'd never been in the position where it was all right to walk up to a girl, pull out his prick, and stick it into her mouth.
"Hi," Sammy heard himself say.
The girl said hi, then was silent again.
"Are you really going to give me a blowjob?" Sammy asked.
"What do you think I've been doing in here for the last hour?" the girl said.
"Oh, yeah. Right," Sammy said dumbly.
He had asked a silly question. Still, he wished the girl hadn't been so sarcastic. Now he felt more awkward than ever.
But this is no time to get finicky, he thought. This is the time for action!
So, with trembling hands, Sammy unfastened his pants and pulled them down. He caught himself looking around before puffing down his underpants. But, so what if someone was looking? He was about to get a blowjob, and nothing else should matter!
Down went his underpants. Out sprang his cock. Sammy felt the exhibitionist thrill of having a chick staring at his stiff prick.
But this girl didn't seem to be affected by the sight. But why should she? She'd seen a lot of pricks in the past hour.
Sammy thought he detected a look of happy satisfaction on Joyce's face as she leaned forward. But it was hard to tell from his vantage point above the girl's head.
As she brought her face to Sammy's stiff meat, he braced himself. He saw her mouth open. Then his prick was in it! The sensation was staggering!
Joyce's hot, wet mouth held Sammy's cock tightly. And she was holding onto the base of his prick with her hand.
Sammy felt how her tongue lay beneath his prickhead. Her teeth pressed into the shaft, but it didn't hurt. Her cheeks puffed in and out as she sucked.
Looking down, Sammy saw how his fat cock stuck into the girl's face. All he could think of was that he was fucking this chick's face. And while he would rather be sticking his prick in her twat, this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him.
After sucking him like a lollypop, Joyce began moving her head back and forth.
Sammy thought having his prick lying in her mouth was nice. But it was nothing compared to this. For now his prick was sliding over the soft pad of her tongue. And he could feel the head of his cock reaching down her throat as she pressed her head forward.
Joyce was pulling her head back until Sammy's prick almost slipped out of her mouth. In fact, he could see the ridge of his cockhead appearing from between her sucking lips.
Then the girl thrust her face forward. Sammy's prick slid through her mouth and down her throat. Each time she brought her head forward, she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. Finally, her nose was snuggling into his pubic hair, and his prick tip was beyond her tonsils.
It didn't take much of that treatment to have Sammy shaking like a leaf in a stiff breeze!
Joyce was proving herself to be a skillful cocksucker, although Sammy was too inexperienced to realize it. Still, the way she grabbed his asscheeks, her fingertips reaching into the crack between them, made the blowjob even more spectacular for the boy.
Soon, Sammy was in the grip of passion. He couldn't control the way his hips pumped and his legs shook.
"Gub, gug, og!" Joyce gurgled as Sammy fucked her face. Sammy was going to come! And it was going to be a gigantic orgasm. To make it even better, he leaned back and looked down at the wet lips wrapped around his plunging cock.
Joyce had her eyes closed. Her mouth was stretched wide to hold Sammy's huge rod. Saliva foamed at the corners of her mouth. And Sammy's prick moved in and out with fantastic speed.
Joyce was concentrating, it seemed. Sammy wondered how she could let him stick his prick so deeply in her throat without gagging.
"Glug, gug!" Joyce said.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Sammy cried as he felt his jism surging.
He threw back his head. His entire body stiffened. A climax like he had never known crashed down from heaven.
As he came, he looked down at the girl's face again. How could she be taking all his jism into her mouth? he wondered.
Now Joyce's eyes were opened wide. Her checks bulged. She looked surprised, but after sucking pricks for an hour, she must have known what to expect.
A trickle of jism ran down her chin.
"Slur-r-r-r-p," said Joyce.
"Ha-a-a-a-a, uh," said Sammy.
As the last of his jism shot into Joyce's sucking mouth, Sammy bent over in a spasm. He held onto the girl's head. His hips gave a last flurry of thrusts.
Then it was over. But Joyce kept his prick in her mouth a while longer. She was sucking him clean, Sammy realized. And she must have swallowed every drop of cream he pumped into her.
When she finally let his prick slide out of her mouth, Joyce gasped for breath. With her mouth open, she huffed and puffed after the trying exertion of hot cocksucking. And she wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"That was great!" Sammy said as he lifted his pants. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Joyce said politely.
"Hey, do you ever like to get fucked?" Sammy asked as he buckled his belt. "If you do, maybe we could..."
"Come on! Give someone else a turn!" Joyce interrupted him.
Sammy had never dreamed a girl could be so eager to suck pricks. After an hour of cocksucking, she was still eager for more. How can she drink so much jism? he wondered.
Sammy staggered out of the bushes. The guys made the usual comments. But Sammy merely got on his bike and rode way.
He didn't want to lose the clarity of this experience in his memory. After all, he might not get another blowjob for a long time.
Chapter Five
Now Sammy was more eager than ever to get fucked. Corning in his sister's hand and Joyce's mouth were great. But they seemed like mere previews to the upcoming main feature.
Somewhere there must be a girl willing to fuck me, Sammy thought.
All he had to do was find her!
He talked to Mel about the problem. "Well, none of the girls around here will let us fuck them," Mel said. "I must have tried them all. A feel here, a finger fuck there. But when it comes to fucking, forget it!"
"But there must be some girls somewhere that'll let us fuck them," Sammy said.
"I know a guy who fucks his own sister," Mel said. "Maybe she would fuck us too."
"He fucks his own sister?" Sammy asked.
"Yeah, pretty weird, huh?" Mel said. "But she's not bad. If she were my sister, I'd fuck her too. Hey, maybe we could fuck your sister!"
Sammy felt a pang of jealousy at Mel's suggestion. He knew he would fuck his own sister if she would let him. But now she wouldn't even give him another hand job. And if he couldn't get anything from her, he wasn't going to encourage Mel.
"Nah! My sister's a cold bitch," Sammy said.
"That's not what I've heard," Mel said.
Sammy asked Mel what he had heard. At first Mel was reluctant to tell him. But Sammy finally got it out of him.
"She's been fucking Don, the guy across the street from me," Mel said. "I've even seen her going into his house when his parents weren't home. Once I even heard her moaning like a cat in heat."
"Bullshit," Sammy said.
But he believed Mel's story. Why shouldn't he? Sammy was stricken with horny jealousy. And he thought the best way to get over it was to get fucked. So be told Mel that they should look up his friend with the incestuous sister.
"I'll call him up," Mel said.
They went to Mel's house to use the phone. Sammy was praying to his guardian angel. If only he could get his prick into a girl's cunt, he would be forever grateful!
"Hi, Bill," Mel said into the phone. "A friend of mine and me were wondering, uh, would it be possible to... I mean, do you think Silvia would, uh, fuck us?"
It seemed strange to ask a guy if his sister would fuck a few guys, Sammy thought. But then it was pretty strange anyhow to find that this kid, Bill, was fucking his own sister.
"She will?" Mel cried happily. "What? Ten dollars each?"
Mel's face fell. But Sammy was excited. He had money in his piggy bank. He would pay if he had to, even if he had to pay a brother for his sister!
"I've got money," Sammy whispered to Mel. "Let's do it."
Mel told Bill they would pay. When Mel hung up, both boys were so excited they were almost jumping up and down with joy.
"I don't think I've got ten bucks, though," Mel said as his enthusiasm died.
But Sammy said he would lend him the money he needed. After all, Mel had engineered the plan -- the least Sammy could do was finance it. Besides, he'd sell his soul to get fucked.
After raiding Sammy's piggy bank, the boys found themselves on a bus heading for the other side of town.
When they got off, they were in the shabbiest neighborhood Sammy had ever seen. But that only made the whole thing seem even more exciting. It was to be a real adventure.
They found the house and knocked.
"Hi, Bill," Mel said. "This is Sammy. Is your sister here?"
"Sure, she's here," Bill said. "She's waiting for you."
They went into the living room. There, a willowy, black-haired girl sat, dressed only in a slip.
"This is Silvia," Bill said to the guys.
Silvia was sitting on an old over-stuffed chair. She had one leg thrown over an arm of the chair.
Both boys were speechless as they looked at her. The top of her slip hung loosely around her ample tits. Most of one jug was exposed, with only the fat nipple hidden.
With her leg over an arm of the chair, Silvia's lush thighs showed. Sammy thought that if he was standing ten feet to the right, he might be able to see right up into her crotch. But that was a silly thought, he realized. After all, he was going to fuck this chick! He didn't have to settle for cheap peeks.
"Who's first?" Silvia asked in a bored voice.
Sammy and Mel looked at each other. They were both eager, but there was no use fighting over it. Sammy suggested that they flip a coin. He lost.
He didn't mind sloppy seconds. The thought of having to wait another minute for the fucking he'd longed for for years seemed horrible. But there was nothing to do but be patient.
Silvia stood. She was taller than either boy. Her big tits shook slightly as she walked over to Mel. Her shimmering slip seemed to flow like water over her body.
"Let's go, honey," Silvia said, as she put her arm under Mel's.
She led Mel out of the room. As they went, Sammy watched her ass rolling from side to side under the silky material of her slip.
Sammy was in a fit of eager anticipation. He began pacing back and forth, breathing deeply and loudly.
"Hey. Relax!" Bill said. "You'll get your turn."
"Yeah," Sammy huffed, and sat down. He was sitting in the chair Silvia had sat in. But he sat on the edge, his feet shifting around on the floor, his body hunched over.
"What's the matter?" Bill asked. "This your first fuck?"
"No," Sammy lied. "Of course not!" There was a silence. Sammy wanted to get up and resume pacing. But he was trying to be calm.
He was anything but calm, though. He imagined Mel in the other room with that sexy creature. He thought about slipping his own prick into her. He had never been more nervous.
"What do you think of my sister?" Bill asked. "Pretty sexy, huh?"
"Yeah," Sammy agreed.
He remembered what Mel had told him about Bill, how he'd fucked his own sister. Sammy was interested in that.
"I've got a sister, too," Sammy said. "She's sexy too."
"Oh, yeah?" Bill said. "Ever fuck her?"
"No, of course... I mean no," Sammy stammered. "I'd like to, though. She really is something."
"You ought to slip it to her," Bill said. "She'd love it."
"But how could I get her to..." Sammy began. But before he could finish his question, he was interrupted by faint moans coming from the other room. It sounded like Silvia liked getting fucked.
"Ah-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h-h!" she wailed. Sammy jumped up. He just couldn't stay seated when he was about to have his dream come true.
Glancing over at Bill, Sammy saw him grinning. And Sammy knew his virginity was obvious. He could even hear himself, sighing anxiously through his nose.
In a few minutes -- although it seemed like hours to Sammy -- Mel came back into the room.
Mel looked strange. His eyes were gazed, and a mysterious smile turned up the corners of his mouth. It looked as though he might have had a mystical experience.
Sammy felt the wind go out of him. He was dizzy. But he rushed out of the room and in the direction Mel had come from.
He found himself in a long hallway. There were several doors along it. And the first two he looked into revealed empty rooms.
Then Sammy looked into a room and saw Silvia lying naked on a bed. She was propped up with several pillows. Her tits rose in gorgeous mounds from her chest. A dark brown nipple capped each one.
Her tummy was flat. Then Sammy noticed the fuzzy mound between her legs. One leg was drawn up, her knee pointing at the ceiling. The other stretched out on the bed. Her crotch was wide open.
"Don't be shy," she said.
Sammy realized he was standing still in the doorway, like a statue. As he walked closer, Sammy could appreciate Silvia's body even, more.
Now he could see that her nipples were erect. They stood out proudly on her jugs like little hats. And he could see right into her crotch. The slot of her twat was spread, waiting for him.
Sammy began undressing. While pulling off his pants, he almost fell over. And a button popped off of his shirt. Looking up, he saw Silvia suppressing a smile. He knew he was clumsy and overly excited. But he had waited for this day for a long time. He still couldn't believe he was really going to get fucked.
Finally, Sammy was naked. He climbed onto the bed beside Silvia. "My, what a nice big prick," she said. "This is going to be fun!"
Sammy immediately grabbed one of the girl's tits. It felt so nice cupped in his hand. As he squeezed, he saw the tit flesh oozing through his fingers.
"Um-m-m-m," Silvia sighed as Sammy gave her tit a good massage.
She grabbed his prick. Her fingertips played over his bloated cockhead.
Holding his face above Silvia's boobs, Sammy massaged them. And as he did, he marveled at the way they rolled around on her chest.
"Why don't you suck them?" Silvia asked.
Sammy didn't have to be asked twice. His face dropped to one of the heavy globes. Opening his mouth, Sammy sucked a mouthful of puckered tit flesh into it.
As he sucked one tit, he caressed the other with his hand. He let his head rest on the tit he was sucking. His nose and chin sank right into its softness. When he opened his mouth wider, more of the pliant boob was sucked into his mouth.
Sammy was enthralled by Silvia's tits. He would never tire of holding and sucking them!
But her cunt seemed to beckon from between her legs. So Sammy let go of her tit. His hand slid down her tummy to her crotch.
Still sucking one tit, Sammy took Silvia's pussy into his hand. He noticed that her mound wasn't as plump as his sister's, but her gash seemed wide and inviting. Her inner-lips actually protruded. It seems like a very hungry twat, Sammy thought.
"O-o-o-o-o," Silvia moaned when Sammy put his middle finger between her tender inner-lips.
His mouth still stuffed with tit, Sammy began exploring hers cunt. He pinched the ridges of her inner-lips gently. Then he stuck a finger up her tunnel. It was very tight. His finger seemed to completely fill it. He wondered if his prick would even fit. Maybe he would never get fucked, because his prick was too fat to fit into a cunt! But hadn't Silvia admired the size of his cock? It would fit all right. He would make it fit!
Sammy couldn't wait any longer. He began climbing aboard Silvia's slim body.
"What's your hurry?" she asked. "I won't come if you start so soon. Why don't you rub my cunt for a while?"
Sammy had heard of cunts, from the guys. And he knew just where his sister liked to have her pussy tickled. So he began groping at the front of the girl's slot.
"Right here," she said as she took one of Sammy's fingers and placed it on her cunt. Then she pulled his face back to her tit.
Sammy began rubbing. He could feel a little, hard bud within the ridge of flesh under his finger. And he could tell by the way Silvia began gyrating her hips that he had hit the right spot.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she cried with lust.
Her back arched. She lifted her ass right off of the bed. Sammy loved the way her lush body moved. But he was eager to get his prick into her pussy.
As he sucked her tit and rubbed her cunt, Silvia held onto Sammy's prick. He was getting awfully excited. If she didn't let him fuck into her cunt soon, it might be too late.
"Get in," Silvia said suddenly, through clenched teeth. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
Sammy's head pulled away from her tit. His hand left her cunt. And he covered her body with his own.
Stabbing at her cunt with his twitching cock, he expected to feel Silvia's drooling tunnel surrounding his prick. Instead, he felt his cock bump her hairy mound and slide up over her belly. He lunged again, with the same results.
By that time, Sammy was gasping with frustration. He was about to try again when he felt Silvia's hand grip his prick tightly.
"Hey, hey! Take it easy!" she said.
Sammy forced himself to stop lunging his hips. He took a deep breath. Then he let Silvia guide his prick to her snatch.
In his wild state of passion, Sammy felt her hot cunt lips at the tip of his prick. Then his cock descended into her well of boiling juice.
"A-h-h-h-h-h!" Sammy gasped at the sensations of her cunt on his cock.
Now Sammy's prick lay throbbing in the sleeve of Silvia's tight twat. It fit like a glove. And it was so velvety-tender and slippery in there.
Instinctively, Sammy began to pump. And when his cock slid back and forth in the lining of Silvia's hot pussy, he knew that fucking had been worth all the agony of waiting he'd gone through.
Lifting and dropping his ass, Sammy pulled and pushed his prick through the slippery grip of her cunt. And every trip in and out lifted him higher into the realm of ecstasy. Silvia was at least as wild with passion as the boy on top of her.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-yeah-h-h-h-h!" she howled with pleasure.
Although Sammy was mainly concerned with his own pleasure, he was aware of Silvia's gyrations beneath him. In fact, it would have been impossible not to notice her crazed bucking. For such a skinny chick, she could really make Sammy bounce!
After struggling to get fucked for years, it seemed ironic that it should last so short a time. Before Sammy had been inside of Silvia's cunt for one minute, he was coming.
"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" he grunted as his prick turned into a burning, exploding canon.
This orgasm is unlike any other I've ever had! he realized. There was no substitute for fucking! Not even when Joyce sucked him off had he come with such force, such intense pleasure. Only with his prick being milked by a spasming cunt could he have this sort of joy.
When Sammy was coming out of his fit of orgasmic lust, he realized the Silvia was still thrusting her hips madly. And her voice rang out in walls of desperate pleasure. So Sammy began pumping hard and fast again.
With his prick already spent, he began to feel like he had on the ferris wheel, when he thought that they guy operating it forget about him.
Gradually, though, Silvia began to settle down. When her hips were perfectly still, her chest continued heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Sammy lifted his face from the nape of her neck. He looked at her. It was nice to find her smiling so contentedly. And it was wonderful to have his shrinking prick resting in her cunt.
"You're a real good fucker, once you get going," she said.
Sammy felt proud of himself. But he was still embarrassed about the trouble he had threading his prick into her twat at first.
There didn't seem to be anything to do but climb off of the girl. He would have liked to fuck her again after a short rest. But he figured it would cost him another ten dollars -- ten dollars that he didn't have!
So Sammy got dressed. But he kept watching the girl on the bed. He wished he could stay beside her until he was ready to fuck her again.
At least he was no longer a virgin. And he was proud of his new position as a full-fledged fucker.
He said good-bye to the girl. She told him to come back some time.
Just as Sammy was about to walk into the living room, he found Bill shoving Mel toward him.
"You guys have to go out the back door," Bill was saying. "Hurry up!"
Then, as they passed the room Silvia lay in, and Sammy took one last look, Bill hollered to his sister.
"Get dressed!" he hollered. "Mom's home!"
Bill shoved Mel and Sammy out the back door. Then the door slammed shut. When Sammy realized how lucky he was to get his fucking over with in time, he felt giddy. He could just see Bill dragging him off of Silvia's body.
The boys talked about their experience.
"What did you do to her to make her holler so loud?" Mel asked Sammy.
"I fucked her," Sammy said. "She hollered when you fucked her too."
"Yeah, but Bill said he never heard her wailing as loud as when you were fucking her," Mel said.
Now Sammy felt even prouder.
"Imagine that guy pimping for his sister when their mother isn't home," Mel said. "And he fucks her himself!"
"You said before that you would fuck your own sister if you had one," Sammy reminded Mel. "Well, I would fuck mine, if she'd let me."
Then Sammy went on to tell Mel about how he and Pat had given each other hand jobs.
"Gee, Sammy," Mel gushed. "Your sister is a really sexy chick! Fucking her would be really something!"
Sammy told Mel he would tell him how things went at home.
Meanwhile, he could bask in the glory of having finally sunk his prick into a real, live cunt!
Chapter Six
"I hear you've been fucking Don," Sammy said to his sister.
He could tell by the way she froze that he was right. Actually, he would rather have been wrong. Now that he knew that Mel had told him the truth, Sammy felt his jealously return.
"Who told you that?" Pat asked when she had pulled herself together.
"A little bird told me," he said.
"I'll bet it was that creepy Mel who told you," Pat said.
"What's the difference who told me?" Sammy said. "How could you fuck Don? He's such a wimp."
"He is not!" Pat said. "You're just jealous."
"Ha! Jealous of Don?" Sammy said as contemptuously as he could.
But it was true, of course. Even after getting laid, Sammy longed for his sister.
"You've probably never even gotten fucked," Pat said.
"Oh, no? It just so happens I got laid a few days ago!"
"It was probably your first," Pat said.
"But it won't be my last," Sammy countered. "The girl I fucked said it was the best one she ever had."
That was stretching the truth a bit. But at least it stopped Pat. She seemed to be considering this news.
"Oh, yeah? What was so wonderful about it?" she said at last.
"I don't know," Sammy said. "Maybe because my prick is so big."
Again, Pat seemed to consider her brother's words. And Sammy realized he'd hit on something important.
"You have to admit it's pretty big," he said. "It's all right," Pat said, turning away. "Well, just imagine how a cock like mine would feel in a girl's cunt," Sammy continued. "It could reach way in. And it would really stretch it too."
Now Pat was having trouble pretending not to be interested. And Sammy knew he was making headway.
"Don't you remember how big it is?" he asked. "Should I show it to you again?"
Pat didn't say anything. Nor did she look at her brother.
They were alone in Pat's room again, a perfect place to show her his prick. So Sammy got up from where he was sitting on the edge of her bed.
He began unfastening his pants. Pat still ignored him.
"There," Sammy said as he displayed his hard cock.
Pat didn't look; at least not right away. But Sammy waited, with his prick bobbing in front of him.
Finally, Pat took a quick look. Then she turned away again. But in a few seconds, she took another look. Then her eyes focused on her brother's dong and remained there.
"Big, huh?" Sammy said proudly.
It was interesting to see Pat's face as she stared hungrily at her brother's prick. She didn't want to look at it. But she couldn't help herself.
"Pat," Sammy said, his voice now low and serious. "Let me fuck you."
"But you're my brother," Pat said. "We can't fuck!"
"Sure we can," Sammy argued. "Lots of brothers and sisters fuck."
"But it's perverted," Pat said.
"Touch it again," Sammy said as he stepped closer to his sister.
He brought his jerking cock to within an arm's length of the girl.
Yes, it would be perverted if we fucked, Sammy knew. But he wanted to do it anyway. And if he couldn't talk his sister into it, maybe he could coax her.
"I'll bet you can't get your fingers around it, it's so fat," Sammy said, sounding playful again.
"It's not that fat," said Pat.
"Oh, yes," Sammy insisted. "Go ahead. Try to get your fingers around it."
He had found the right tack, Sammy knew. If he kept it on a playful level, he might fuck her yet!
Pat reached out and encircled her brother's cock with her hand. Her middle finger was just able ta touch her thumb around his shaft.
"There," she said. "I can reach all the way around it."
"Yeah, but just barely," Sammy said. "I'll bet you can't fit it into your cunt."
"I'm not going to try," Pat said as she drew her hand back.
Her touch made Sammy's prick vibrate with desire, even now.
"I'll bet you can't fit it into your mouth," Sammy said.
"I'm not going to try to do that, either," she said.
Although Pat wasn't being encouraging, she was looking at his cock with an expression that was more than merely curious.
"Then give me a hand job," Sammy said. "Since your hand is the only thing you've got that'll fit it."
Pat didn't say she wouldn't. And she didn't say she would. Sammy thought she was about to give in, though.
"Let me rub you off first," he said. "Remember how nice it felt the last time? And I'm even better at it now."
Still Pat sat, silently staring at her brother's prick.
Sammy really wasn't interested in rubbing her off. Oh, he would do it and get a hand job in return if he had to, but he didn't think he would have to settle for that.
He knew his sister was finicky when it came to sex. All he had to do was get her hot enough, and she would do anything.
Since she hadn't replied to his last few suggestions, Sammy sat down next to her. Her eyes followed his prick. And with that shaft standing right beside her, she began to breathe harder.
"Come on," Sammy said softly. "It'll be terrific."
He reached are wid his sister with one arm, holding her close. Then his other hand moved to one of her tits. Carefully, he took her round, firm boob into a tight embrace.
When his sister didn't pull away, Sammy knew he was going to have some fun. Even if he didn't fuck her, he was going to make her come, and she was going to do the same for him. But he felt in his bones that he was going to fuck her yet. Alter squeezing her tit through her jersey, he reached down and tucked his hand inside it. Then he played with her bare tits for a while.
"Sammy..." Pat began.
But before she could utter another word. Sammy put his mouth over hers and gagged her with his tongue.
As he massaged her tits, he remembered how she and Polly had compared each other's boobs. Sammy had to agree with Polly that Pat's tits were beautiful. They were so round and perky and firm -- almost hard.
As he kissed her and squeezed her tits, Sammy could feel his sister's breath puffing out of her nostrils. It was getting fester and hotter. Soon she will be helpless, he thought.
By the time Pat lifted her arms and put them around Sammy, ho felt confident enough to go for her pussy.
His baud dropped into her lap. He gripped one thigh, then the other. Then he stuck his hand between her thighs. The heat from her cunt rose up right through her pants.
Just to give her a little more encouragement before unfastening her pants, Sammy pressed his fingers against her crotch. He felt her well-padded pussy as it waited for him inside of her pants.
By that time, there was no doubt that Pat was his, to do whatever he wanted with her.
Sammy pulled his sister down to lie beside him. Their legs dangled off the edge of the bed. But now Sammy could get at her tits and cunt more easily.
With his mouth still pressed to hers, he slipped his hand into her pants. He even felt her draw in her stomach to make more room for his exploring hand.
Into her jeans, then into her undies, his fingers crept.
"Hummmmm," Pat gasped when her brother's middle finger found her damp slot.
But it was a tight fit between Pat's cunt and the crotch of her pants. So Sammy couldn't quite reach her cave.
But he was in no hurry. It was more important to keep this chick hot and willing, than it was to rush. Sammy tickled her clit, which he could reach. That made his sister squirm in his embrace.
When Sammy felt his sister reach down and put her hand on the bulge in his pants, he knew it was time to be more forward with his seduction.
He pulled his hand from his sister's pants. Then he unsnapped them and pulled down her zipper. While he got ready to strip her, Pat kept her hand right on her brother's bulging crotch.
Sammy sat up. Pat remained on the bed. What a beautiful sight! he thought. His sister was lying there, her jersey pulled slightly up and her pants opened. He could see her belly button and the top of her dainty underpants.
But what made the sight really spectacular was the way Pat seemed to be waiting for her brother to pull her pants off of her.
Sammy lost no time. He grabbed his sister's jeans and pulled. She lifted her ass from the bed. And her pants began to come down.
Her jeans fit so tightly that Sammy had to really tug. Her underpants began to come down with her jeans before getting hung up around her wide hips. So by the time her pants were sliding down her legs, half of her hairy triangle was exposed.
Sammy dropped her jeans on the floor. Then he grabbed her underpants. Once again, Pat lifted her ass. In another second, she was naked from the waist down.
The boy looked at his sister's twat. He hoped he could plug his prick into it. Nothing else would do, especially now that he'd tried a cunt, and found out how nice it felt.
"Take your jersey off," Sammy said as he began to unbuckle his belt.
Obediently, Pat pulled her jersey over her head. Sammy saw how her tits sagged slightly to the sides of her chest in her prone position, but only slightly. He remembered that when he fucked Silvia, most of her heavy tit flesh had moved under her arms as she lay beneath him.
Pat's nipples were bright pink. They stood erect on the hillocks of snowy softness of her boobs. Sammy's mouth began to water.
In a few seconds, he was as naked as his sister. Then he lay down beside her again, his prick resting on the bony ridge of her pelvis.
They kissed. As Sammy reached for her cunt, Pat reached for her brother's stiff meat. When their hands connected with those hot organs, they both drew a sharp breath in through their noses.
With her pants out of the way, Sammy could reach his sister's pussy in any way he chose. But at first he only tucked a fingertip between the outer lips. Pat's thighs gradually spread, pulling her cunt open.
Pat was handling her brother's prick as gently as he was fingering her pussy. Her fingers playfully ran along his shaft and cockhead.
Sammy was still worried, though. After all, his sister hadn't said he could fuck her. And if he couldn't, he would be in for same considerable disappointment.
Sammy decided to take a firm stand. If his sister wouldn't let him fuck her, she would have to go without an orgasm, or give herself one. But he would fuck her or leave her rubbing her off with his hand was out of the question. He was beyond that stage.
So far, Pat was getting hotter by the second. She was devouring her brother's tongue and lips. Sammy had never been kissed so wantonly. He loved it.
He kept exploring her cunt with his fingers. But he didn't dig into her tunnel. If she wanted him in there, she would have to welcome his prick in.
Meanwhile, he played with her inner-lips and clit. And he let his fingers wander to the cheeks of her ass below her cunt. When he found those mounds wet with leaking cunt juice, Sammy became more confident that he would eventually fuck her. Her cunt was actually drooling for him, he knew.
By keeping his fingers out of his sister's cave, he made her pussy come looking for them. As she writhed in passion, she seemed to be pressing her cunt mouth to the tips of his fingers as they diddled her cunt.
But Sammy wasn't about to satisfy her cunt's hunger with his fingers. As much as beloved finger fucking, he knew he would have a better chance to get his prick inside of her if he didn't spoil her appetite with his fingers.
"Stick a finger up my cunt," Pat whispered.
Sammy thought it was too soon to ask her to let him fuck her. But he didn't want to stick his finger in, so he ignored his sister's request.
She had grabbed his prick tightly by that time. As it throbbed powerfully in her hand, she slowly moved the skin back and forth.
This might be another problem, Sammy realized. Once he reached a certain point of excitement, he might have to settle for any sort of orgasm.
But by sliding down his sister's body so he could suck her tits, he was able to pull his prick from her grasp.
Taking a hard nipple into his mouth, Sammy felt his sister arch her back, pushing her tit deeper into his mouth. So he opened wider, as wide as he could. He found he could get almost her whole jug into his mouth.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat gasped.
She put her arms around her brother's head and almost smothered him with her boob.
Sammy sunk his teeth into that firm flesh. Again his sister gasped, louder this time.
While he devoured her tit, Sammy kept his fingers roaming in the shallow regions of Pat's twat. And her cunt still seemed to be trying to snare his finger up her tunnel.
"Stick a finger up my cunt!" Pat repeated desperately.
Sammy bit down harder on her tit, making her wince. And he squeezed her cunt between his finger and thumb. But he didn't enter her cunt with his finger.
Pat began to squirm more vigorously. As Sammy tickled her cunt, she would lift her hips, bringing her drooling cave up to his finger. But Sammy would lift his finger, keeping it on her love button.
"Sammy, why won't you stick a finger up my pussy?" Pat demanded.
He lifted his face from her tit. His cheeks and her boob were wet with warm saliva.
"Let me stick my prick in," Sammy said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"First stick your finger in," Pat said.
That seemed to mean she was going to let him fuck her, Sammy knew. He didn't press her for a firmer promise. He did what she asked.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat moaned with profound satisfaction, as her brother's middle finger moved into her flowing tunnel.
Having his finger inside of her, feeling the incredible softness of that cavern, made Sammy doubly eager to fit his prick into it.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat cried in a fit of intense lust.
Sammy loved watching his sister going mad with passion. He noticed that the faster he moved his finger around her pit, the faster her body gyrated. Now she was shaking with so much force, her firm, little tits wobbled.
But it looked as though Pat was on her way to an orgasm. That was the last thing Sammy wanted her to do. At least not until his prick was inside of her.
So he pulled his finger out. Pat lifted her hips as high as she could, following his finger until it was out of reach.
"N-o-o-o-o-o!" she wailed pathetically.
Sammy climbed on top of her. His prick tapped against her hairy mound as it twitched with excitement.
"No, Sammy," Pat said hoarsely. "Don't."
He didn't want to rape her. But he didn't think he would have to. If any chick was helplessly stricken with lust, Pat was.
She reached for her cunt. Her fingers shot between her lips and began rubbing her clit. But Sammy grabbed her hand and pulled it away. She reached for her cunt with her other hand, and Sammy pulled that hand away too.
Now he was holding her arms pinned to the bed. And his stomach rested on hers, keeping her flat on her back.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, Sammy," Pat moaned helplessly. Under his heavy hips, Pat's hips jerked spasmodically. Her face showed the pain of her horny need.
Sammy knew she was going to let him fuck her. It was the only chance she had now, to give her the climax she so desperately desired.
The only thing Sammy had to worry about was keeping himself from coming too soon. His prick was lying between their bellies, and with Pat's writhing, it was getting a dry workout.
"Let me fuck you," Sammy said seriously. Pat hesitated. Then she said, "Okay, fuck me." Her legs spread wide, and reached around her brother's hips. Sammy reached for his crotch and guided the head of his cock to the wide-open portal of her cunt.
When he felt her hot, wet, inner-lips wiggling at the tip of his cock, he pressed his hips forward.
"Oh-h-h-h-h! God!" Pat yelled. "Uh-h-h-h-h!"
"Huh-h-h-h-h-h!" Sammy gasped. Attached at the crotch, the siblings began fucking.
Both of them gasped and moaned through wide-open mouths. Their hips jerked wildly. Sammy's huge prick plunged repeatedly into Pat's stretched twat.
"Oh, it is big," she moaned. "I feels so-o-o-o good."
With their sweaty foreheads touching, Sammy and Pat moaned into each other's faces as their bliss grew to the bursting point.
With every dive his prick took into his sister's pussy, Sammy's pleasure multiplied. Although he had been fucked once before, he found that he still couldn't believe how wonderful it was.
Thinking about the sensations that fucking offered, he was aware of how his sister's twat was sliding over his jerking cock. He felt his balls swinging, and crashing into her asscheeks. And he felt her hard nipples pressing into his chest.
Just before he began coming, Sammy knew that his sister was already deep in orgasmic rapture. Her body moved like waves. Her hips churned crazily. And her moans had risen several octaves.
Then Sammy came. This was even better than his first fuck, he knew. Maybe it was because he was fucking his own sister. Or it might be because she had resisted him. But he had never known such ecstasy, such complete joy.
"Ar-r-r-r-r-g-g-g-g!" Sammy howled.
They made it last as long as they could. But finally, their hips began to slow down. Then they were still, lying in a sweating heap of spent flesh.
"Oh, Pat, that was so wonderful," Sammy whispered. "Wasn't it? Wasn't it terrific?"
"You made me do it," Pat said. "I didn't want to."
Sammy lifted his head and looked down at Pat. Her face was impassive, blank. After such a fantastic experience, he couldn't believe she was acting this way.
"I didn't make you," he said. "You wanted to! You even told me to fuck you!"
"I didn't want to," Pat repeated. "I didn't. It's perverted."
Sammy climbed off of his sister. As soon as he did, she pulled a sheet over her body in shame.
Now all the fun of fucking was fading into the past. Sammy didn't know whether she was right or not. He had wanted to fuck her, but he hadn't forced her. She could have stopped him.
By the time he left her room, Sammy was in a bad mood. Why does my sister have to act this way? he wondered.
But her behavior hadn't completely robbed his fucking joy. He still felt the thrill of filling his sister's cunt with his gism. The way her cunt had fit over his sliding cock inspired the boy. He knew he would have to keep fucking now that he knew its true splendors.
But he didn't think he'd fuck his sister again. Not after the way she acted. And that left Sammy with an eager prick and nowhere to stick it.
Chapter Seven
Sammy had taken to jerking off again to relieve his nagging horniness. He hardly spoke to his sister. He was angry with her, and ashamed of their incest.
He didn't have another ten dollars to fuck Silvia. And he hadn't heard about Joyce giving blowjobs in the park. So he was back where he had been a week before -- a horny, desperate kid. Actually it was worse, now that he knew exactly what he was missing.
Then, just when things began to seem as though they couldn't get any worse, Pat brought Polly over to spend the night.
Sammy was reminded of the night he had peeked into his sister's window, and seen her and Polly comparing their naked tits and cunts. And he had to bear his horniness as the two cute chicks once again laughed and giggled in Pat's bedroom.
Sammy didn't dare peek in at them again, even though he was tempted. But his fall into the bushes from the roof when he had peeked was too vivid in his mind. He had been lucky not to break his neck.
Besides, peeking only increased his lust and horniness.
There didn't seem to be anything to do except get away. But everywhere he went, he found himself getting hornier.
At the soda shop, the usual guys were talking about the usual things -- fucking, sucking, and jerking off. And the usual chicks were there. They loved showing off their braless tits under their jerseys, and their shapely asses in their tight jeans. But Sammy knew from painful experience that they would be no help for his condition.
By the time he got back home, he was beside himself with lust. Trying to take his mind off of sex, he read a comic book. But the tits and asses of the chicks in the comic book only fed his horny greed.
Even jerking off didn't help. Twenty minutes after wringing an orgasm from his prick, he was as horny as ever.
When his sister and Polly finally fell asleep, Sammy thought he might do the same. At least he didn't have to listen to their incessant giggling.
But he couldn't sleep. His horniness was killing him, he knew.
After giving up the idea of falling asleep, Sammy turned on the light and opened one of the magazines that was full of naked chicks, one he looked at while he jerked off.
And after filling another tissue with gism, he thought he might be able to sleep.
But he couldn't. Visions of bouncing tits and gaping cunts seemed to drift around the dark room. Sammy's hard prick was lifting his sheet like a circus tent.
Just when he began to wonder if he could slip into his sister's room and give the girls a feel as they slept, Sammy saw his door open.
A faint shaft of light covered him. He immediately grabbed his prick and pulled it down against his belly. He didn't know who it was, but he didn't want his prick holding the sheet up to be the first thing that they saw.
A figure slipped into the room. Lighted from behind, all Sammy could see was a silhouette. That was enough to tell him that the visitor was a girl.
He saw a sexy shape moving around his bed. A chick wearing a sheer nightgown was walking right toward him, he knew.
It occurred to him that he might be asleep after all. If so, he was ready to enjoy this dream. And if it was real, he would enjoy it all the more.
The figure sat on the edge of his bed.
"Hi," it said.
It was Polly. Sammy could hardly hold his prick down. But he knew that he was being very optimistic. After all, she might just want to talk. Maybe she couldn't sleep either.
Sammy didn't know if it was his intuition, or merely hope, but he felt lucky. Something told him that Polly wanted to fuck him.
"Hi," Sammy said in a friendly tone.
Suddenly, Polly lifted his sheet. Then she was under it with him. Her thin nightgown slithered between them as she moved close.
"I felt like paying you a visit," she said.
"I'm glad," Sammy said.
They moved closer. Sammy's stiff prick was tangled in her nightgown. Polly's tits were pressed against his chest, flattened on him.
They kissed. Polly kissed with a sexy, gentle touch. Even her tongue, when it entered Sammy's mouth, was very soft and tender.
Sammy reached for her tits right away. Since seeing her jugs through his sister's window, he had longed to hold them. He had to pull his body back so he could grab them. He found them lying heavily, stacked up one upon the other.
Polly's loose, sagging tit flesh was so different from his sister's that he couldn't believe it. Even after watching the girl's comparing tits, he hadn't realized that two sets of jugs could be so different.
Sammy liked Polly's tits. He lifted one in his hand. His fingers sank into it.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-m," Polly hummed as she continued kissing Sammy.
They had been lying on their sides. But now Sammy pushed Polly down on her back. As he did, he could feel her tit sliding from his hand. Like Silvia's tits, Polly's spread out and moved to the sides of her chest. But Polly's tits flattened even more. Since they were bigger, though, there was still lots to grab.
Sammy began pulling at Polly's nightgown, raising it up between her legs. He wanted to have his prick in contact with her skin.
When the airy material was out of the way, Sammy pressed his cock into the softness of Polly's thigh. Then he raised the nightgown higher so he could get at her tits without feeling the material of the gown between her tits and his fingers.
Sammy found that be could scoop up huge handfuls of Polly's tits.
"Um-m-m! I love the way you handle my tits," Polly said.
"And I love how they feel," Sammy said.
Sammy lowered his face to her wobbling boobs.
After kissing each nipple, he sucked them into his mouth. Holding them in his teeth, he lifted them, stretching the loose tits up from Polly's chest.
"I love having my tits sucked," she cooed. "Yeah-h-h-h!"
Sammy put his hand under Polly's arm where most of her boob lay. Then he pushed it up onto her chest. Holding it there, he buried his face into it. He even held both tits up on either side of his face as he kissed her cleavage.
As his face swam in the softness of her tits, Sammy reached for Polly's twat. Polly had rather heavy thighs. And Sammy was discovering that her cunt matched. The mound was plump, almost fat. It filled his hand, tickling his palm with bristling hair.
Juice was running from Polly's cunt like a river. But her juice was warm and slippery. And it allowed Sammy's finger to glide up her snatch effortlessly.
"Uh-h-h-h," Polly sighed as her cunt was invaded by Sammy's finger.
The mound of her twat might be fat, but her tunnel was as snug as could be.
"Oh, Sammy! Sammy!" Polly moaned as the boy sucked and fingered the girl.
Sammy felt Polly's cunt tightening on his finger. Then her hips began to move slowly, rolling back and forth. This was a girl who knew exactly what she wanted! he knew.
When Sammy felt her groping for his prick, he brought his hips into a better position so she could grab it. And when she did, it was with a sure and skillful grip.
Polly knew how to handle a cock, all right. She must have handled a lot of them, Sammy thought. Her hands squeezed his prickhead tightly, then relaxed, letting it swell again. She felt his thick shaft. Finally, she took his balls into a grip that thrilled Sammy.
With her hand on his prick, playing with it as she was, Sammy began panting with wild passion. But there was no danger that he would come too soon. Polly had brought him to a simmer, but wouldn't let him boil over.
"Oh, Sammy," she sighed once more. "Tickle my clit. Make me come."
"But I want to fuck you," he said.
"You can fuck me. I can come now, and again while we're fucking. Once I get going, I can come endlessly," she said hotly.
So Sammy put his finger on her clit and rubbed. As soon as he did, Polly began a rocking motion that made the bed pitch like an ocean.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned softly. "Yeah, just like that!"
As he wiggled his finger, on her cunt, Polly kept his prick in her hand. Even in her state of bliss, she moved her thumb beneath Sammy's cock-knob, keeping him trembling slightly with excitement.
"A little harder now," Polly whispered in a shaky voice. "Yeah!"
She began moving her heavy body faster. Her lust was growing constantly and steadily.
In the dim light of the room, Sammy could just barely make out the sight of Polly in her rapture. And it was a good thing he could see her. Because when she grabbed her tits, it was a sight he wouldn't want to have missed.
Finally, after massaging her tits for a while, Polly lifted one to her mouth. She began sucking loudly on it.
Sammy took her other tit into his mouth.
"Ough," Polly groaned.
With her mouth full of her own boob, the girl's sounds of passion were muffled. Still, she was moaning wantonly. Especially now that both of her tits were being sucked.
"Faster," she whispered. "Rub me faster! Oh-h-h-h. I'm going to come!"
Sammy massaged Polly's cunt with as much speed and pressure as he could. Now the bed was creaking so loudly with Polly's thrashing that Sammy thought everyone in the house would wake up. But he didn't slow down. Let them wake up, he thought.
"Muf-f-f-f!" Polly moaned onto the tit in her mouth.
When her body slowed and her moans stopped, Sammy took his finger from her cunt. He was eager to get his prick into her.
But Polly was still in charge. Rather than letting Sammy climb onto her, she pushed him down on his back. Then she threw one heavy leg over him and sat up.
Sammy liked lying on his back, with Polly astride him. She was sitting so that his prick was right against her cunt. Her ass rested on his thighs. Her nightgown was spread over his stomach and legs.
Polly took his prick into her hands. Her hips rolled forward. He felt her hot cunt lips place a kiss on his shaft. Then Polly wiggled his cock around so that the shaft rubbed her clit. Her fat and hairy cleft spread on either side of his rod. Cunt juice seeped onto his balls.
As Sammy felt his prick being rubbed by Polly's skillful hands, he was learning how to be patient. It was easy with a chick like Polly, though. She obviously knew what she was doing.
She moved down Sammy's legs until she was straddling his calves. Then she leaned forward. Her hanging tits jiggled on either side of his jerking cock.
By swinging her body slightly, Polly made the lush globes of her boobs crash into the boy's cock. Then she lowered one tit directly onto his prick. And as her tit flesh draped over the tool, his prick jerked and twitched under the weight of her jugs.
Sammy was amazed at the things Polly was doing to his prick with her tits. He had a lot to learn, he realized. And Polly would be a good teacher.
When she sandwiched his prick between her tits, Sammy felt as though he'd better get inside her before he wasted an orgasm.
"Let me fuck you now," he whispered. "Otherwise, I might come right in your tits."
"That would be nice," Polly said. "But we'll do that some other time. I know you want to fuck me now."
She crawled forward, bringing her pussy up to Sammy's desperate rod. Holding it in her hand, she rose up, put the prick in position, then lowered her hips.
Sammy's cock slipped up her twat. They both gasped.
Polly sat still and enjoyed the feeling of the huge cock throbbing inside of her. Then she began moving up and down slowly, sliding his prick in and out. She knew just how high she could go without letting him slip out. And when she sat down on his thighs, his prick reached high up into her body.
Being on the bottom, Sammy couldn't do much but rely on the movements of the girl sitting on him. If he could, he would be fucking her faster. But it was thrilling to be at Polly's mercy. Rather than fucking, Sammy was getting fucked!
Moving her cunt up and down over his rod with a steady rhythm, Polly leaned forward. She threw her nightgown right over Sammy's head. "Suck my tits," she said.
Sammy lifted his head. His face bumped into the tits hanging there. He grabbed one and brought it to his mouth.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Polly sighed when Sammy sucked her tit into his mouth.
He sucked one tit, then the other. The tit flesh he couldn't fit into his mouth sagged over his cheeks and chin.
Polly's cunt began to move faster, but only slightly.
"Uh-h-h, uh-h-h-h!" Sammy began to groan when his orgasm was ready to explode.
But Polly was moving so slowly that his orgasm seemed to be stalled. Meanwhile, the pressure, and the ecstasy mounted.
Sammy knew that when he came, it was going to be fabulous. Getting fucked like this was wonderful! He could never go so slowly if he was doing the pumping!
Struggling to keep on sucking her tits, Sammy began jerking his hips. But he couldn't do much under Polly's, weight. And although the boy was going wild, she refused to move faster.
Finally, though, Sammy's climax bloomed. And when it did, it was even more spectacular than he expected.
The world seemed to go blank. All that existed in the entire universe was nothing to the outrageous pleasure Sammy was experiencing. It came in jolts, each greater than the last.
But even now, with his entire body heaving, Polly kept moving her hips in a steady rhythm.
The orgasm seemed to go on and on. Sammy was out of his mind with sexual insanity.
When it was over, Sammy knew he had been fucked by an expert.
"Where did you learn to fuck like that?" Sammy asked breathlessly.
"I've been practicing," Polly said as she unveiled Sammy's face by gathering her nightgown around her.
Sammy could tell by Polly's voice that she wasn't finished. Her throat sounded constricted. Then he realized she was doing something to herself. But in the dim light, he couldn't see.
So he reached out with his hands. What he found made him admire this chick even more.
With Sammy's prick still up her cunt, Polly was rubbing her clit. Sammy had his hand on hers, and he could feel how her fingers were spreading the top of her slot and rubbing the ridge of flesh within.
He could hear her breath growing louder and faster. And she didn't even let him help her with the clit-massage.
But Sammy reached up and took her tits into his hands. Polly seemed to appreciate that.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she gasped. "Ah-h-h-h-h!"
Sammy felt her pussy begin contracting on his prick, which had begun to deflate, but was now fully erect again.
"Huh-h-h-h-h," Polly gasped. "Oh, I'm coming!"
Her pussy was going wild on Sammy's cock. By the time she finished coming, he knew he would have to fuck her again.
"Don't get off me," he said when Polly began lifting her cunt from his pole.
"Yeah! This time you do the work," she said. Sammy expected her to lie down and spread her legs. So when she got into a kneeling position, he was confused at first. Polly was facing the foot of the bed, her big ass pointed his way.
"Come on," she said.
Sammy understood suddenly. He got to his knees and crawled toward Polly's ass.
She reached between her thighs, grabbed his prick and helped him find the entrance to her cunt. Then, with his belly pressed to her ass, Sammy began pumping.
After the leisurely fuck she had given him, Sammy felt like changing the pace. So he let his ass fly back and forth.
Before long, they were both panting in orgasmic joy again.
By the time Sammy was left alone, he was completely fucked out. It was strange, he thought, how he could be horny and find no release. Then, suddenly, some great fucking seemed to drop out of the sky.
He just hoped this fucking wouldn't have to last him a long time. The more he fucked, the more difficult it was to wait for the next one.
Chapter Eight
A few days after fucking Polly, Sammy was in need again.
So he called Polly on the phone and asked her if they could fuck again. She said they could -- sometime. But meanwhile, she had to make sure her boyfriend didn't get jealous.
When Sammy heard that she had a boyfriend, he knew that their fucking was a fluke. He couldn't depend on her for more action. So his attention focused on his sister again.
But whenever he tried to talk to her, she avoided him.
"Hey, has your sister become a dyke or something?" Mel asked Sammy one day.
"What are you talking about?" Sammy asked.
"I was talking to Don the other day," Mel said. "He said your sister won't fuck him any more, and that she's been hanging around with Sue Anderson."
"She has?" Sammy asked.
He knew that Sue Anderson was a dyke -- everyone knew it! But he couldn't believe that his sister was a lesbian.
The more he thought about it, though, the more it seemed possible. Maybe that would explain why she had turned on him after they'd fucked.
The idea that his sister was a dyke thrilled Sammy far some reason he didn't understand. When he pictured her lying between another chick's legs, sucking her cunt, he would get terribly excited.
So Sammy began keeping an eye on his sister. Sure enough, he saw her with Sue Anderson. They seemed to be spending a lot of time over at Sue's house. Then, just as he hoped she would, Pat brought Sue home with her.
Sammy had always thought of Sue as some sort of curiosity. She looked strange. With her hair cut as short as a boy's, and boy's clothing, she looked like a lez. Even her body could pass for a boy's, if someone didn't look too closely.
But now Sammy saw her in a different light. He saw her as an exciting variation of sexual possibilities.
"Hi," Sammy said to Sue.
"Hi," Sue said.
Sue was very friendly. But when Sammy talked to her, he had the feeling he was talking to another boy.
Sammy watched the girls as they ran up and down the stairs, gathering things to take on a picnic.
"Can I go too?" Sammy asked hopefully.
"No," his sister said. "We're going by ourselves."
Sue smiled at Sammy as if to say, You understand, don't you?
The girls tied their swimming suits and lunches to the luggage racks of their bicycles. Then they began pedaling away.
Sammy looked after them. He could see their inverted heart-shaped asses moving slightly from side to side as they pedaled. Me hated to see them disappear. But he couldn't blame them for leaving him behind.
Suddenly, though, Sammy refused to be left behind.
If they were going to go on a picnic and go swimming, maybe they would try their lesbian perversions where he could spy on them!
With that thought burning in his mind, Sammy hopped on his bike and followed.
They were already out of sight. But he figured they must be heading for the creek -- one of the secluded spots away from the road. Besides, he didn't want to follow too closely or he'd be seen by them.
When he turned the corner at the end of the street, he caught sight of the girls. They were heading for the creek, all right.
Sammy slowed down. It would be better to let them get ahead, then find them, rather than have them see him following.
By the time he rode down the road along the creek, the girls were nowhere to be seen. Sammy began to feel a panic of loss. What if he couldn't find them?
Every time he came to one of the paths that led off the road to one of the secluded spots, Sammy looked for bicycle tire marks in the dirt. He didn't find any that looked recently made, though.
He rode all the way to where the creek joined the river. The girls wouldn't have gone that far, he knew. So he went back.
This time, Sammy rode his bike down a few of the more secluded paths. But, still no girls. It was a lonely feeling to get down to the creek and not have a soul in sight or hear a sound beside an occasional insect's hum.
But he didn't give up -- he couldn't!
Then, just before he got to one of the last possible spots the girls might have chosen, as he walked as quietly as he could down the path, he heard voices.
He froze, and listened. Yes, it was them all right. Sammy determined where the voices were coming from. Then he began to creep toward them. Finally, he could see the girls. They were sitting next to their bicycles. A table cloth was spread before them, with their lunch on it.
Moving as slowing and soundlessly as he could, Sammy hid behind a tree where he could watch and listen.
He felt pretty sleazy about spying like this. But in his state of horny desire, he couldn't help it. He was disappointed, too. After all, he'd hoped to find the girls engaged in a lesbian orgy, not eating lunch.
The girls weren't even talking about anything interesting. Sue was telling Pat about the college she was going to in the fall. Soon all Sammy could think about was the food they were eating. He hadn't had lunch, and he was hungry.
In fact, he almost came out of hiding to say hello to the girls. He could pretend that he had come across them accidentally. At least they might give him some food.
But as he thought about that, Sue said something that was very interesting.
"What's going on between your brother and you?" she asked Pat.
Sammy saw his sister's body grow tense. He was tense too.
"Nothing," Pat said deliberately. "He's just a squirt. I'm sort of pissed off at him."
Sammy was getting furious. It was horrible to hear his sister calling him a squirt when he couldn't defend himself.
"Are you sure that's all it is?" Sue asked pointedly. "I sort of had the feeling it was much more than that."
"What do you mean?" Pat said as innocently as she could.
"I don't know," Sue said. "I just had the feeling something was going on between you two. Like maybe you were fucking each other or something like that."
Pat was stunned. The way her jaw dropped gave away her secret.
"You did fuck him, didn't you?" Sue said.
Pat nodded. "But I didn't want to. He made me."
Again, Sammy was out of his mind with anger. He almost leapt out of the bushes to tell his side of the story.
"You mean just like I made you eat me that first time?" Sue said sarcastically. "You know, I think you like to blame others far your own perversions."
"Maybe you're right," Pat said. "You didn't make me eat you. I wanted to. And I guess I wanted to fuck Sammy, too."
Sammy was touched to hear his sister say that. The girls went on eating in silence. Then they wiped their mouths, put the leftovers away, and stretched out on the grass.
Sammy had been hiding behind the tree for over a half-hour. Now he was not only hungry, but his legs were getting tired. But the hope of seeing those chicks in each other's arms made it all worthwhile.
"Are you still fucking Sammy?" Sue asked. "No, we just did it once," Pat said. "And that was before I first licked your cunt."
"Good," Sue said.
As she said that, Sue reached over and put her hand on Pat's thigh.
When Sammy saw that, he reacted as though Sue had put her hand on his own thigh. The thought of seeing two chicks making it sent Sammy's head spinning.
After the girls lay there, with Sue's hand on Pat's thigh for a while, they each turned to face each other. Then they put their arms around each other.
Sammy's eyes were bulging. So was his crotch. The girls kissed. Just like a boy and girl, they pressed their faces together, their mouths open, their tits crushed together.
Sammy saw Sue slip her hand into his sister's jersey, just as he had done. Watching them was so exciting that he thought he would rather watch than take Sue's place.
After they lay there, kissing and feeling each other's tits for several minutes, they sat up. Both of them pulled their jerseys over their heads.
Sammy looked at their tits. His sister had bigger jugs. Sue's tits were nothing but slight swellings on her chest. Her nipples weren't much bigger than Sammy's. But the sight of those tiny tits had a powerful effect on the boy.
The girls, sitting up now, kissed again. And they reached for each other's boobs.
Sammy could see how Pat ran her hand over Sue's slight tits -- there really wasn't anything to grab.
Then Sue pushed Pat down on the grass. Sue bent over her and lowered her face to her chest.
"I'm so glad I met you," Pat said as Sue began sucking her tits. "I love this so much!"
The sight of that lesbian sucking his sister's tits was a revelation to Sammy. He'd never dreamed he would get a chance to see such a weird perversion. He was lucky, he knew, like a scientist who makes a great discovery. But this discovery was filling Sammy with dangerously explosive lust.
Sue was sucking Pat's tits very much like he had sucked them. But what she did next, Sammy hadn't tried. He wasn't even sure he wanted to do something like that!
Sue helped Pat pull off her pants. Pat lay completely naked in front of the lesbian.
Sue was sitting on the ground between Pat's legs. Then she put her hands under Pat's knees, and lifted and spread them.
From where he was hiding, Sammy couldn't quite see into his sister's crotch. But he knew what it was like to peer into her open cunt.
He still didn't know what was about to happen. Sure, he knew that lesbians liked to eat each other's cunts. But the thought that his own sister would let another chick do that to her seemed too fantastic.
So when Sue put her face to Pat's crotch, Sammy's heart almost burst through his chest in his excitement.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Pat moaned.
Sue had her face wedged right into his sister's crotch, Sammy could see. He saw how Sue's nose burrowed into Pat's pubic hair. And he watched how Sue's head nodded slowly as she covered his sister's slot with hot licks.
Sammy tried to imagine having his own face pressed to a wet gash. He knew how a cunt felt and smelled. But he couldn't imagine what it might be like to stick his tongue up a twat. He was beginning to think he'd like to try, though.
One thing was certain. Pat was enjoying having her cunt sucked. Sammy had seen his sister in heat. But that was nothing to compare to this!
"O-o-o-o-o-o!" Pat was crying with lust.
Her back was arched. She had lifted her legs, folding herself almost in half as her knees rested on her tits. Her head was thrown back, and it wagged from side to side.
Sammy reached for his fly. And without taking his eyes from the lesbian sideshow, he fished out his hard prick. When he grabbed it, his body convulsed -- that's how excited he was.
Now Sue's head was moving in circles as well as nodding. Then she moved her head back and forth. Sammy realized that she must be actually fucking his sister with her tongue. And although Sue's tongue was a fraction of the size of his prick, it was having at least as great an impact on Pat.
Sammy could see that Sue was looking up over Pat's belly every now and then. He could see her eyebrows raising and her eyes flash.
What a view! Sammy thought. The more he watched, the more certain he became that he would like to try eating a cunt.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h, God!" Pat moaned. "Oh, I'm com-m-m-ming! At-h-h-h!"
Sue kept her face pressed to Pat's cunt, even though Pat was wiggling all around. Sue held on to Pat's thighs and crawled after her.
"Okay, okay!" Pat cried as she pushed Sue's head away from her crotch.
Sue lifted her face, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Pat lay on her back, her chest heaving. Her deep breaths were loud.
While Pat recovered, Sue began stripping her own pants off. Although he was already out of his mind with lust, the thought of seeing this dyke's cunt gave Sammy another charge.
Sue stood and lowered her jeans. She wasn't wearing any underpants.
She was as thin as a boy. Her hips had hardly any curve at all. Her thighs were thin -- so thin that when she stood with her legs together, there was a space below her cunt that a hand could slip into to caress her crotch.
But she looked beautiful to Sammy. Her flat pussy was covered with wispy curls. Her nipples were hard, sticking out from her tits as far as her tits stuck out from her chest.
She looked so light that Sammy thought he could lift her up, stick his cock into her, then move her up and down until he filled her with gism. But, alas, he would never get the chance. She wouldn't be interested in him and his big cock, nor in any boy.
Sue walked over to Pat, then stood with one foot on either side of Pat's hips. Pat looked up at the dripping cunt above her.
Then Sue moved forward until her twat was directly over Pat's face. It thrilled Sammy to imagine himself lying there, looking up at a pussy.
As Sue bent her knees to bring her cunt down on to Pat's face, Sammy trembled with passion.
He wondered whether his sister was going to repay the cunt lapping she'd received. When he saw that she was, he felt proud of her in a weird sort of way.
Slowly, Sue brought her snatch down to Pat's face. Finally, squatting on her haunches, her face drew up in an expression, which told Sammy that Pat's tongue was up in her twat.
Now the view wasn't as good, though. Sammy could see Sue's back and the way her asscheeks were spread in her squatting position. But he wanted to see more -- he had to see more!
He decided to move around so that he could see into Sue's crotch. He didn't think she would notice him in her lust. And Pat certainly wasn't going to see him, with Sue sitting on her face.
So Sammy went from tree to tree.
Finally, he could see Sue's small tits. And he watched the expression on her face.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" she moaned.
But Sammy still couldn't quite see into her crotch. But he almost had the view he wanted. He could see his sister's face lying between Sue's bent legs. But he wanted to see her pussy spread over Pat's mouth.
There was another good hiding place nearby where he could get the view he wanted.
Moving even slower and more carefully, Sammy headed for his new position. But before he reached it, a sound like a clap of thunder shook the ground.
Sammy felt his brain snap and his flesh grow cold. The sound was a twig breaking beneath his foot. A sound like that would normally go unnoticed under any other circumstances. But it was loud enough to give him away, and that made all the difference in the world.
The first thought Sammy had was a desperate hope that, in their busy lust, the girls wouldn't hear it.
But when he looked their way, he saw Sue staring right at him.
Sammy was sick. Not only had he shamed himself and embarrassed the girls, he had spoiled Sue's cunt lapping!
As he stood there with his prick still in his hand, though, he realized that only Sue had seen him. Pat was still licking Sue's cunt, in total ignorance of what had happened. And, stranger still, Sue wasn't doing anything about his being there.
Sammy had expected her to jump up and start screaming at him for spying. Instead, she remained squatting on Pat's face. The passionate expression on her face hadn't even changed. And she was still gasping loudly.
Sammy thought that maybe he had become invisible. But Sue was looking right at him. She just didn't care he was watching.
Her being a lesbian seems almost normal compared to her ignoring me, Sammy thought.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, a-a-a-a-a!" Sue continued moaning as she watched Sammy watching her.
Then Sammy realized that she wasn't quite ignoring him. She seemed to be enjoying having him watch. Since she first saw him there, she'd begun rocking her body slightly, grinding her cunt on Pat's wagging tongue.
Now she reached under her ass and grabbed Pat's tits. And as she squeezed them, she continued looking at Sammy.
Sammy began to understand. He remembered when he first showed his sister his prick. There had been a real thrill for him, just letting his sister see his big, hard prick. He'd felt the same thrill when he'd whipped out his prick for Joyce.
So he could understand how Sue felt as she let him watch her perverted act. It was almost as though he were doing her a favor by watching.
Then Sammy realized that his prick was still sticking out. In fact, he had it in his hand. And when he realized that, he felt the same thrill he'd just been thinking about.
Both of them were playing the same game, then. They were showing off and enjoying being watched.
Under those circumstances, Sammy shed his embarrassment altogether. He stood up straight, facing the lesbians. His hand began moving back and forth on his prick. He was going to jerk off right there, with Sue's eyes on him!
It had been fun peeking. But standing there jerking off and watching was even better.
"O-o-o-o-o-o!" Sue kept moaning.
Then Pat must have noticed that Sue was staring at something. She began tilting her head back, trying to see too. Sammy could see her, under Sue's cunt, rolling her eyes to see.
Pat was able to keep sucking Sue's cunt as she maneuvered her head around to look at him.
Sammy knew his sister was about to see him. And he didn't think she would take it the same way Sue had.
He was right. When his sister saw him, she began trying to climb out from under Sue's crotch.
"Sammy... you bofff-gub... dawn son of a blog!" she muttered.
But Sue lowered her cunt, gagging Pat.
"It's all right," Sue said. "Don't stop! Come on. Don't mind him."
Sammy stood there, still stroking his cock. Sue's words were so calm and sure that Pat settled down. She began licking Sue's cunt again, but she kept her head tilted so she could see her brother.
Pat's face was red, Sammy noticed. That figured. She'd been caught eating another chick's cunt. His face would be red too in her position.
In face, his face was red too. Although he wasn't doing anything perverted like she, it was pretty weird to be standing there watching, and jerking off too.
Sammy struggled to keep his hand moving slowly. He didn't want to come until Sue did. But it was too late to prolong his orgasm any longer.
"Uh-h-h-h!" he grunted.
"Suck my clit, Pat," Sue said. "Your brother's coming, and I want to come too."
Sammy saw his sister increase her cunt lapping slightly. Although he couldn't see exactly what was going on down there, he figured she was doing what Sue told her to do.
"Uh-h-h-h-h!" Sammy grunted again as a huge shot of gism sprang from his prick.
"O o-o-o-o-o-o!" Sue moaned. "E-e-e-e-e-e! Ah-h-h-h!"
She was coming, Sammy could tell. They were both coming as they watched each other.
The dyke was shaking now as she squatted over Pat's face. She had to lean on Pat's tits to keep from falling over. Her face was strained with passion. But she kept her eyes right on Sammy.
Now his fist was a blur as he pumped.
Gism, glinting in the sunlight, littered the ground in front of him.
"Oh-h-h, oh-h-h-h!" Sue sighed. "Ah-h-h-h! Um-m-m-m!"
Her orgasm had run its course. She moved off Pat's face, sitting down on the grass beside her. Her crotch faced Sammy. It looked like she was showing it to him purposefully.
Pat sat up. She looked at her brother with a frown as she wiped the juice off her cheeks and chin with both hands. She was obviously humiliated.
"You followed us here!" Pat said. "You spied on us!"
"No," Sammy began as he stuffed his prick back into his pants. "I just came down here to go for a swim. I didn't know..."
"Bullshit!" Pat interrupted coldly.
"It doesn't matter," Sue said. "I think it's nice that he came. It was more exciting having a guy around."
Sammy was surprised to hear that. And he must have showed it.
"Surprised, huh?" Sue said. "Everybody knows I'm a dyke, so they think I don't like guys. Well, I do."
Sammy's prick began to stir. Maybe this would turn out to be more than mere peeking and showing off, he thought.
Chapter Nine
"You do?" Pat asked.
"Certainly," Sue said. "Didn't you know that?"
"No... I thought..." Pat said dumbly. "Can't a girl suck a cunt without everyone assuming that's all she's interested in?" Sue asked. "It's so frustrating!"
Sue lay down, looking up at the sky. Pat sat beside her, playing with blades of pass.
Sammy walked over to them and sat down. They were quiet for a while. The atmosphere seemed heavy.
"I'm going for a swim," Sue said at last.
She jumped up and ran to the creek.
Sammy and Pat looked at each other. A smile began to curl across their mouths. Suddenly, things seemed better.
"I'm going for a swim too," Pat said.
When she ran to the creek and jumped in, Sammy began undressing. His prick was still hard. He didn't think he could ever be soft while he sat around with two naked chicks. Even the cold water didn't soften him.
The girls were swimming around together. Holding his breath, Sammy swam underwater to them. Looking up at their naked bodies suspended in the water was a sight he would never forget.
He broke the water between them. The two girls were immediately on him, trying to dunk him. As they wrestled, Sammy grabbed some interesting feels, a tit here, an ass there. Even a cunt!
Then he let the girls shove him under the surface. When he was under there, he looked at their bodies again.
Rather than floating to the surface, Sammy grabbed Sue's slender body and climbed up. His hard cock poked her in several places as she went down and he came up.
They continued playing like that until they were exhausted. Then they climbed out of the creek and collapsed on the grass.
They were almost as breathless as they had been after their orgasms. And as they lay in the sun drying, they began to think of more orgasms.
Sammy, now that he had caught his breath, began eyeing the chicks. And as he did, he noticed that they were sizing him up too.
"Doesn't that thing ever take a break?" Sue asked as she pointed with her chin at his hard prick, which was standing over his stomach.
"Not when there are two sexy chicks around," he said.
Sue and Pat looked at each other. Sammy knew that they were wondering what to do with him. He was willing to let them do anything, including what they had been doing to each other earlier.
But Pat and Sammy were amateurs compared to Sue. So they waited for her to say something. And she picked up the cue.
"Do you like to eat cunt?" Sue asked Sammy. Was she a mind reader? Sammy was so surprised at her question that he didn't answer at first.
"He probably never tried," Pat said. "Now, now. Let's not start any arguments," Sue said to Pat.
"Actually, I never have tried it," Sammy admitted. "But I will."
As soon as he said that, Sammy began panting with excitement.
The girls looked at each other. They smiled.
They were excited too. They both sat up and, without realizing it, spread their legs slightly.
Now Sammy was not just willing, he was eager.
"Which of you should I eat first?" he said.
"Eat Pat first," Sue said. "I can wait. Besides, it'll be fun watching you eat your own sister."
That was all right with Sammy. And when Pat spread her legs wide, it was clear that she was ready.
On his hands and knees, Sammy crawled to where Pat sat on the ground. When he was surrounded by Pat's spread legs, his sister lay back. Her cunt rolled forward as her body reclined. With her thighs held far to the sides, Pat's cunt was stretched wide.
Sammy was already drooling. But as he lay down on his stomach, with his face near his sister's crotch, he trembled so violently he thought the girls must be noticing his nervousness.
But he didn't change his mind. He didn't even try to stall.
It wasn't that he didn't want to lick his sister's cunt. He did. But such a big step had to be approached with awe.
With his face a foot away from Pat's juicy twat, Sammy almost felt the steam searing the lining of his nostrils. And now he could see the interior of her cunt more clearly than ever. The shining coat of slippery cunt cream made the pink inner-lips look beautiful.
Before he brought his mouth to her slot, Sammy looked up at his sister's face. She already looked as though she was under the spell of perversion.
Sammy lowered his face until he felt her pubic hair touch the tip of his nose. Then he stuck out his tongue.
He felt Pat's slippery inner-lips with his tongue. He tasted the strange flavor. He liked it.
Before he knew it, he was a wild man. His tongue reached as far out of his mouth as it could. And with hungry licks, he covered his sister's entire gash.
From corner to corner, Sammy lapped Pat's twat. He liked how the ridges of wet flesh in her pussy slid over his tongue.
"Ha-a-a-a-a-a," Pat moaned with each lap of Sammy's tongue.
After stroking her slot with those long licks for a while, Sammy began probing with the tip of his tongue. He followed each inner-lip, wagging his tongue over her cunt. He even stuck his tongue into her tight cavern.
Before, when he watched the girls suck each other's cunts, he could see how the one with a tongue in her twat loved it. But he hadn't noticed how much fun it was for the person doing the lapping.
Half the fun was watching the writhing he made Pat do. Sammy looked up over Pat's stomach to see her reaction. And he was glad to see her gyrating and squirming as much now as when Sue ate her. And this was his first try!
As he ate her, Sammy had his hands on Pat's thighs. Now he could feel those thin pillars of flesh quaking.
Sammy found that, when he shoved his tongue high up Pat's twat, she shook with the most energy. So his tongue made frequent forays up her tunnel.
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o!" Pat cried.
As he continued feasting in Pat's pussy, Sammy saw Sue moving closer. Then she was hovering right over his face.
"Wow! I never watched someone eating a cunt before," she said as she held her face a few inches from Pat's cunt.
As she watched, Sue leaned on Sammy's body. Feeling her small tits resting on his back made his cunt lapping even better.
Then Sammy felt Sue's skinny hand on his ass. She massaged his asscheeks skillfully. Finally, she reached between his thighs from behind and took his balls into her hand.
Sammy rolled to the side so Sue could grip his prick too. But he didn't neglect his cunt-lapping duties just because Sue was playing with his prick.
Then Sue's face disappeared from Sammy's view. The next thing he knew, she was kissing her way down the middle of his back.
Still moving his tongue around in his sister's cunt, the boy shivered with delight as he wondered how far down Sue would kiss.
When he felt her sucking lips traveling right along his asscrack, he rediscovered Sue's remarkable talent. Right down his ass, between his legs, over his balls to his prick, Sue's mouth moved.
She lifted one of his legs over her head, made herself comfortable, and proceeded to suck his cock.
With his prick in Sue's mouth, Sammy began licking Pat's cunt with renewed enthusiasm. He drilled her tunnel with his tongue, then fluttered his tongue over her clit. Going back and forth like that seemed to give Pat the greatest pleasure.
Sue wasn't trying to make Sammy come. She was giving him a slow, casual sucking. It was like sipping wine rather than gulping beer.
But the boy loved it. Who wouldn't, especially with the way Pat caressed his balls as she sucked?
"I'm going to com-m-m-m-m-m-me!" Pat screamed suddenly.
Sammy bore down on her clit with his tongue. And he wiggled that little kernel as fast as he could.
"Ie-e-e-e-e-e!" Pat wailed.
She began doing that funny wiggling crawl that Sammy had seen her do when Sue sucked her twat. Sammy had to crawl after her, and Sue had to follow Sammy. They covered several feet without once breaking the chain.
When Sammy lifted his face from Pat's soaking crotch, he was wearing a broad grin.
"That was great, Sammy!" Pat sighed breathlessly. "You can eat me any time!"
Now it was Sue's turn. Sammy was eager to taste her cunt.
She looked up at him from his prick. Then, without taking that fat rod from her mouth, she began to swivel around. Pivoting from the mouth, Sue moved her body over Sammy's, her cunt over his face.
Now Sammy was lying on his back. Sue kneeled on top of him. Her thighs straddled his head, her cunt hovered right over his mouth. And she kept sucking his cock.
Sammy looked up at the pussy a few inches above his face. Like everything about Sue, it was small. The slot was only a few inches long. The mound was small and lean. From between her hairy lips, her delicate inner-lips protruded slightly. Beyond her little pussy, Sammy could see the puckered dot of her asshole.
When he'd seen enough, Sammy grabbed the girl's narrow hips. Then he pulled her crotch down until he could reach into her twat with his wagging tongue.
Sue's cunt seemed a bit saltier than Pat's. It felt different on his tongue, too. That must be because her mound was so fatless, and her cunt's interior was so close to the surface.
"Hum-m-m-m-m," Sue moaned over Sammy's prick.
Since her cunt was so much smaller than Pat's, Sammy was able to fill her tunnel with his tongue. He pressed his tongue so far up that narrow tube that his teeth dug into Sue's crotch. She didn't seem to mind, though. In fact, she pressed her cunt down even harder on Sammy's open mouth so she could get his tongue a fraction of an inch higher up her pussy.
With his tongue up her twat, Sue's asshole was right on the tip of Sammy's nose. With his eyes crossed to see it, Sammy thought of trying to stick his nose right into her asshole. But then Sue began jerking her hips.
"O-w-w-w-w-w-w-w!" Sue cried, her voice muffled by the big cock in her mouth.
She must be nearly coming, Sammy thought. He didn't think she would be able to pump her hips so fast otherwise.
All Sammy had to do was keep his tongue sticking out. Sue did all the work. Her wiggling made her cunt slide back and forth over his tongue.
As Sue thrust her hips wildly, most of her weight seemed to be resting on Sammy's tongue. The rest of her weight was on his prick, which Sue was sucking and hanging onto.
"M-m-m-m-f-f-f-f-f," she babbled in climactic delirium.
"Hah, hoo!" Sammy gasped as Sue gave his cock quite a beating.
Sue's cunt liquor was running down Sammy's cheeks to his neck. And some of it was going down his throat. He had to swallow every now and then to keep from gagging.
Suddenly, Sue sat up. Her mouth lifted off his prick, but she kept jerking it.
"E-e-e-e-e-e!" she wailed.
With a final flurry of hip-shakes, Sue went limp. Her little body collapsed on Sammy's body. Her crotch covered his face so much that he had to lift her to take a breath.
Sammy rolled out from under Sue. She just lay where she landed on the grass, too spent to move.
"God, I never saw anything so exciting in my life," Pat said.
Now that he could see again, Sammy looked at his sister. She was sitting near him, her hand on her pussy. She was rubbing herself off. Sammy was amazed to see how fast her hand moved as it scrubbed her cunt.
"Finish me off," Pat said as she moved her hand from her twat.
Sammy was glad to fuck his sister. He crawled right over to her.
Pat had to make a special effort to stop shaking so Sammy could get his prick, into her twat. And when he did, she immediately began thrusting her hips like mad.
Since she was already about to come, Pat had an orgasm a few seconds after Sammy stretched her pussy over his huge cock.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" she howled. "Fuck me!"
Even though eating both of these chicks had made Sammy tremble with lust, he had jerked off less than an hour before, so he didn't come right away.
But he was in no hurry. He wanted to try Sue on for size before he shot his load.
So when Pat stopped screaming with her climax, he pulled his prick from her cunt. Then he hurried over to Sue, his bouncing prick leading the way.
"Come on," Sue said as she saw him heading her way.
She lay back and spread her legs. Sammy knelt between her legs and fitted his prick to the small opening in her crotch.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" Sue moaned as her twat slowly stretched over the fat cock.
Sammy remained kneeling up. That way he could look down and watch his prick disappearing up Sue's gash.
It was amazing how tight her cunt was. But she was so tiny she wouldn't have room inside her for a very big cave. Before Sammy's prick was much more than halfway in, he came to the end of her tunnel.
He had the feeling that he could stand up and Sue's body would rise, impaled on his spike. Rather than try it, though, he began sliding his prick back and forth.
Each time he withdrew his prick and shoved it back in, Sue's cunt would collapse and have to be stretched all over again. So Sammy's cock was getting a real workout.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Sue moaned as though she was surprised at how stuffed with hard cock she was.
Sammy kept pumping with a steady rhythm. But as his orgasm crept up on him, he began to lunge faster. Finally, he was thrusting so hard that his cockhead rammed the end of Sue's tunnel.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sue cried each time Sammy plugged her.
Sue's body was jolted by the impact of Sammy's prick. She looked as though she was a jackhammer.
The excitement of eating out two chicks had charged his batteries. So his orgasm was dynamite!
"More, more!" Sue screamed when he slowed down.
Sammy picked up the pace again, even though his prick felt like it was being skinned. By the time Sue was satisfied, Sammy was almost out of his mind with lust.
When he finally pulled his prick from Sue's tiny cunt, it made a popping sound as though it was reluctant to let him go.
Now all three of them were completely knocked out. They lay on the grass for over an hour without moving.
Before dressing, they hopped into the creek again. The cool water revived them enough so they could ride their bicycles home. Before Sue went her own way, they made plans to get together again.
Chapter Ten
Sammy couldn't wait until he could get together with Sue and his sister again. As long as his sister was in the same house, she was all he could think about. So Sue would have to get left out for now.
"What are you doing?" Sammy said as he strolled into his sister's room.
"Just looking at this magazine," she said as she threw it aside. "Want to fuck?"
Pat certainly has changed since she got involved with Sue, Sammy thought. Changed for the better, as far as he was concerned!
"Sure I do," Sammy said as he sat down on the bed.
He reached for one of his sister's tits. As he took her globe in his hand, he leaned forward and kissed her.
She put her hand in his crotch, feeling his stiff prick struggling to straighten out in his pants.
"The poor thing is all scrunched up in there," Pat said as she began unfastening her brother's pants.
Sammy liked having his sister undressing him. So he didn't help her.
When Pat had his pants open, Sammy lifted his ass so she could pull them down.
"Look how your prick pulled the elastic of your shorts away from your belly!" Pat said.
"It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Super Prick!" Sammy said.
Pat pulled Sammy's underpants down. When his huge, nodding cock was exposed, her eyes fastened to it and never left.
Pat quickly took off her clothes. Then she snuggled up to her brother's prick.
At first, she rested the side of her head on his hips as she grabbed his cock. Then she examined it closely. And as she did, Sammy glowed with pleasure.
Pat gave his prick a complete going over, squeezing his prick head, sliding the skin lazily up and down, and fooling around with his balls.
With his head propped up on a pillow, Sammy could watch his sister playing with his prick.
Pat lifted her head and brought her mouth down to the tip of his prick. She stuck her tongue out and let the cockhead slap against it as it jerked.
"I don't think your cock likes me," Pat said. "Look at how it's hitting."
She moved her face around so that the prick knocked against her cheeks and nose.
"It likes you," Sammy said. "Those are just love taps!"
Pat stuck out her tongue again and absorbed the love taps with it. Then she kissed her way down Sammy's shaft to his balls. As his prick throbbed against the side of her face, she bit the skin of his balls.
"Does this hurt?" she asked as she stretched the skin with her teeth.
"Only a little," Sammy said.
Pat released the sack, only to scoop up both of his balls into her mouth. Sammy squirmed and opened his mouth, ready to cry out if she hurt him.
But she didn't. Actually, having his balls in his sister's mouth was fun, though she looked really silly that way.
"Hummmmmm," Pat hummed.
The vibrations of her humming sent waves of kinky pleasure through Sammy's body.
"Wow! That feels really good!" he said.
Pat hummed a few songs, then spilled his balls from her mouth.
"Does it really work?" she asked. "I heard some girls talking about that. It's called a hum job."
"It works all right," Sammy said. "It was wild!"
"Try it on me," Pat said.
She sat back and spread her legs. Sammy put his face to her cunt. Then, taking her cunt right into his mouth, he hummed.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," Pat sighed.
"How did it feel?" he asked.
"Terrific," she said. "But just having my cunt in your mouth like that is wonderful, I don't know if the humming helps or not."
Sammy sucked her clit into his mouth again. This time he didn't hum. He just bathed that love nut with his mouth while Pat writhed with pleasure.
Before she came, Sammy let her clit slip from his mouth. Then he began running his tongue around in her gash, giving her a hot and heavy cunt lapping.
This time, as he ate his sister, Sammy used his hands to hold her mound open. He even stuck a finger up her snatch while he licked her outer lips.
Holding her mound open like that, Sammy noticed the huge quantities of juice seeping from her gash. It ran right down over her asshole.
Following that trickle of hot juice, Sammy felt the tight hole of his sister's ass. And as his finger passed over it, Sammy felt a spasm run through her quaking body. Just to make sure it was his finger on her asshole that caused it, Sammy ran his finger over it again.
Sure enough, Pat's body quaked again.
She was gyrating from the tongue in her cunt, but when Sammy touched her asshole, there was another movement that was different.
When Sammy realized that his sister liked having her asshole touched, he began to think about that little opening. And the more he thought about it, the more interesting it became to him.
He put his finger on it again. The puckered hole seemed to contract under his touch. Nevertheless, Sammy thought his sister might, like him to stick a finger into it.
There was enough slippery juice flowing over her asshole to make an entry easy. So Sammy pressed his finger into the center of her asshole.
"S-s-s-s-s!" Pat sucked in her breath.
Sammy's finger began to sink into his sister's asshole. He felt a thrill of discovery; yet another perverted path was about to open for him!
"Does that feel good?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah!" Pat sighed.
Sammy was still licking Pat's cunt. But now he was concentrating on the finger he had up her ass.
Her asshole was much tighter than her cunt, Sammy noticed. And with the juice from her cunt on his finger, it was just as slippery in there.
Naturally, Sammy began to wonder what it would be like to stick his prick in her asshole.
He lifted his face from Pat's cunt so that he could see his finger stuck in her ass. It was buried all the way up her asshole. He pulled the finger part way out, then pushed it back in.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat gasped.
Sammy began licking her cunt again. Now, though, his finger was stirring and sliding in her asshole.
By this time, Sammy was obsessed with the thought of sticking his prick into the grasping pit of his sister's asshole. But of all the things they'd done so far, this seemed the weirdest. She might not let him!
Rather than remain in suspense, Sammy decided to ask his sister right away.
"Can I fuck you in the ass?" he asked.
"Yeah, but suck my cunt some more first," she said. "Make me come!"
Sammy could hardly wait. But, first things first! he knew.
So he sucked the flesh of his sister's cunt into his mouth again. Then he sucked and chewed on a mouthful of cunt. And it wasn't long before Pat was groaning in her song of orgasmic passion.
After her orgasm, Sammy sat up and brought his prick to her ass. He was as excited as he was the first time he'd fucked a pussy.
"Stick it in my cunt first," Pat said. "That way it'll be slippery."
It sounded as though Pat knew what she was talking about. Maybe this wasn't the first time she tried this, Sammy thought.
He did what his sister said. Her cunt felt so nice wrapped around his prick that he almost hated to pull it out. But he had mew territory to explore.
When he took his prick from Pat's twat, it was covered with her juice. But just make sure everything would go smoothly, Sammy stuck his finger up her ass a few more times, smearing juice into that narrow chamber.
Then he dipped his prick into her cunt again. If he couldn't get it in now, he would have to try Vaseline, he knew.
Pat's asshole was only an inch or two from her cunt, Sammy noticed. He should be able to fuck her up the ass in the same position he used to fuck her pussy.
So, with Pat on her back and Sammy between her legs, he brought the blunt tip of his prick to her asshole. Feeling for the right spot with his fingers, he pressed his prick onto the target.
The whole area was so slippery that it was difficult to keep his cock pressed in the right spot.
Pat reached around to her ass to help. With both of them holding his prick at her asshole, they were beginning to make some progress.
Sammy's prick began sinking into his sister's asshole.
They looked at each other, wide-eyed. Sammy was panting with lust. Pat's mouth was wide open as she bore the pain of a stretching asshole.
"Oh, your prick is too big!" Pat whispered. Sammy's heart sank. If he had to abandon her asshole now, it would be a shame, he knew. But maybe he wouldn't have to!
He smeared some more juice on his shaft. The cockhead was already inside her ass. If he went slowly, maybe Pat could accommodate his big prick yet.
When Pat stopped gasping, Sammy gave her another inch of cock.
"Oww!" Pat moaned.
But she hadn't told him to stop. She still wanted it! So Sammy gave his cock another shove. This time, his stiff prick gilded all the way up into Pat's asshole.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" she gasped.
"Does it hurt?" Sammy asked.
"Yes, but not as much as it did at first," Pat said. "I think it'll be all right."
Sammy loved having his cock up his sister's ass. Besides the gorgeous sensation of her asshole hugging his cock, the pure kinkiness of it was wonderful.
Pumping his prick up a hot ass opened up new horizons for Sammy. This was fucking with a difference, and what a difference. It was a whole new experience.
As he pushed and pulled his prick in his sister's asshole, Sammy lifted his body so that he could look into her crotch.
The sight was unbelievable. Her empty cunt gaped open. And his thick rod pistoned in and out of the tight ass opening below her slot.
Sammy found that he could fuck his sister's ass while holding his body upright. And it was nice being able to look down at her body stretched out before him as he buggered her.
"Uh-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat moaned.
Her asshole must be as sensitive as her pussy, Sammy thought as he saw how his sister writhed. But when he realized how it must feel to have a cock the size his was jamming up her asshole, he understood her crazed reaction.
"Do you like it?" Sammy asked.
He wanted to make sure his sister was writhing with joy, and not pain.
"Yesssssss!" she hissed.
So Sammy kept pumping. Then he saw his sister reach for her cunt. With the tip of her middle finger, she began tickling her cunt.
Now the view of Pat's crotch was even better. As Sammy looked down and saw his prick moving in and out of her asshole, her tunnel gaping, her inner-lips wiggling, and her fingers rubbed her clit, the thrill was almost too much to bear.
"I can't believe it!" Sammy said breathlessly.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!"
His orgasm was already gathering in his balls. It was speeding through his body.
Just before he was ready to come, Pat began jerking with the pleasure of rubbing her clit. Then, as Sammy was on the backstroke, his sister's hips gave a heave. His prick slipped right out of her ass.
"Oh, no!" Sammy gasped.
"Get back in!" Pat said desperately.
The gism was already beginning to rush through his shaft. In a race against his own gism, Sammy grabbed his prick and brought it back to his sister's waiting asshole. Pat held herself still, although her chest was heaving with her heavy breathing.
Fortunately, Pat's asshole was still stretched. And just as Sammy was ready to plug himself back in, a shot of gism burst forth. It hit squarely on the center of Pat's asshole. So when Sammy thrust his cock back into his sister's ass, that squirt of gism helped lubricate his prick.
With his cock up Pat's ass again, Sammy could have his orgasm the way he wanted it. And Pat continued rubbing her clit and jerking her hips.
"I'm coming!" Sammy moaned as he filled his sister's ass with hot cream.
"Oh-h-h-h-h! Oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h!" Pat cried. "I'm going to come too!"
Coming in his sister's asshole was even more exciting that Sammy thought it would be. His body convulsed, falling over Pat's.
Even with her brother lying on top of her, Pat bucked and squirmed wildly. And her hand kept rubbing her cunt.
"Uh-h-h-h-h! Uh-h-h-h-h! Uh-h-h-h-h!" Sammy grunted with each charge of gism he shot up his sister's ass.
When Sammy's orgasm had left him limp and exhausted, he found his sister still squirming beneath him. So Sammy lifted his body and watched her writhe with ecstasy.
His prick, shrinking but still in Pat's ass, was tugged and twisted as Pat went crazy with her climax.
She rubbed herself off with her usual enthusiasm.
When Pat stopped rubbing herself, Sammy popped his prick from her ass and lay down beside her.
"Wow! That was really something!" Sammy gushed. "Wasn't it?"
"Yeah! I loved it!" Pat said. "I like to get it up the ass once in a while."
"You mean, you've done that before?" Sammy asked, disappointed.
"Sure," Pat said. "Hey, don't feel bad. So what if I've done that before! It never was as good as with you!"
"Really?" Sammy asked happily.
Pat couldn't help laughing at her brother. Boys are so sensitive, she thought. Then she decided to do something special for the boy.
After they rested a while, Pat reached for Sammy's cock. She didn't have much trouble getting it stiff again. In fact, as soon as she touched it. It lifted its head as if to see what was going on.
Then Pat curled up beside her brother's legs, rested her tits on his thighs, and began sucking his prick.
Sammy wondered how his sister liked the taste of his cock with the dried mixture of her juice and his gism on it. He decided she must like it -- she was sucking with gusto.
But this wasn't to be an ordinary blowjob, Sammy soon discovered.
As she sucked him, Pat grabbed one of his asscheeks. Her fingers crept into the crack of his ass and tickled his asshole.
Sammy's eyebrows lifted high on his forehead when he realized what his sister was up to. He spread his legs, giving her better access to his ass.
From his crotch, Pat looked up at her brother's face. Her eyebrows rose as she gave his asshole another tickle.
Then Pat took her mouth from his cock and her hand from his ass. Sammy wondered if it was all over. But he soon saw what his sister was up to. And it made his heart skip a beat.
Pat put her finger to her mouth. Then she drooled saliva all over it. When she put her hand back to her brother's ass, her finger went right to the center of his asshole.
Brother and sister looked into each other's face as Pat stuck her finger up his ass.
"Uh-h-h-h-h!" Sammy groaned with shocked pleasure.
Then Pat bent to his prick again and resumed her sucking. And Sammy discovered that a finger up the ass could make a blowjob a brand new experience.
Pat massaged the inside of Sammy's ass. When she pressed the area of his prostate gland, Sammy's prickhead swelled, filling Pat's mouth tightly.
With her finger up his ass, Sammy had another orgasm within minutes.
All the fucking he'd done recently hadn't seemed to scratch the surface of all the possibilities, it seemed. Sammy's head spun when he wondered what might happen next.
Chapter Eleven
"Mom and Dad are going out tonight," Pat told her brother one afternoon. "I'm going to call Sue and invite her over."
"Great!" Sammy said. "I've been thinking about her."
"What's the matter?" Pat asked in a teasing voice. "Aren't I enough for you?"
Sammy took one of his sister's tits into a playful grip.
"Sure you are," he said. "But you have to admit that Sue knows some interesting tricks."
Pat admitted that. Then she said she'd been wanting to suck a cunt lately, and she couldn't reach her own.
"Hey, Pat," Sammy said. "Would it be all right if I invite Mel over? He's a real nice guy. And really horny!"
Pat thought if over for a minute. Then she said it would be okay with her, if Sue didn't mind.
Sammy hoped he could bring Mel. He felt like doing his good friend a favor.
Pat called Sue. As she did, Sammy kept his fingers crossed. He would love to get his hands on that skinny lesbian again. He still hadn't done everything to that bony body that he would like.
"It's all set," Pat said. "Sue's coming. And she'd like to meet Mel."
Sammy rode over to Mel's house on his bike. Then he dragged Mel out of the house where he could talk to him in private.
"Want to get fucked tonight?" Sammy asked.
"Sure," Mel said. "Who's the lucky girl?"
"You'll have your choice," Sammy said. "You can fuck my sister or Sue Anderson."
"What? You must be nuts!" Mel said. "Your sister wouldn't fuck me. And Sue Anderson's a dyke. Are you trying to put me on?"
"Would I kid you about something important like this?" Sammy said.
"But if any chicks would fuck us, it wouldn't be your sister and Sue Anderson," Mel insisted. "They would be the last girls to..."
"Mel, good buddy," Sammy interrupted. "Trust me, okay? Just come on over to my house at about seven this evening. Okay? Trust me."
"But..." Mel began.
"Trust me," Sammy repeated.
Then he hopped on his bike and rode away. Sammy could have told Mel about what had been going on between him and his sister. And he could have told him about the afternoon at the creek with Sue. But Sammy liked making Mel trust him. And it was going to be fun to see the look on Mel's face when he saw what a sexy chick his sister had turned into.
The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on for hours. Finally it was dinnertime. It won't be long now, he thought happily.
"Your father and I are going out tonight," Sammy's mother said at dinner.
"I know," Sammy said.
"And I want you two to stay at home," his mother said.
"We will," Pat said.
Pat and Sammy glanced at each other with devilish smiles.
Sammy's parents left. Then Mel showed up. And when he did, Pat and Sammy decided to have some fun.
"Mel, so nice to see you," Pat said. "Come on in."
Sammy had told his sister that Mel was skeptical of anything happening. But he sure looked like he expected something. He was very nervous, and he couldn't stop staring at Pat's tits.
"Want a piece of cake?" Pat asked primly.
"Uh, cake?" Mel asked awkwardly, his mind elsewhere. "Oh, yeah."
As Pat cut the cake and served it to all three of them, Mel made a face at Sammy, a face that said, Well, when am I going to get laid? But Sammy ignored it. He just smiled at Mel.
Pat put the three pieces of cake on the table. When she gave Mel his, she bent low, giving him a good view down her low-cut blouse.
"Uh, Sammy said Sue Anderson is coming over," Mel said.
"Yes," Pat said with a smile. "She's such a nice girl. She's going to college in the fall, you know."
Mel looked at Sammy again. Now, he was looking at Sammy as though he thought he was crazy. Sammy and Pat had all they could do to keep from laughing.
They ate the cake. But Sue hadn't arrived.
"Shall we go into the other room?" Pat asked. "What would you like to do, Mel?"
Of course they both knew what he wanted to do. But it was so much fun teasing him.
"Well, Sammy told me, uh," Mel looked at Sammy. "Uh..."
But Sammy was no help.
"Oh, I don't know," Mel said gloomily, giving up.
They went into the living room and sat down. Pat sat across from Mel. She left her legs open just enough to tease him into trying to look up her skirt.
Finally, Mel's discomfort was too much to bear. It would have been cruel to carry the joke any further.
But Mel had had enough too. Just before Pat was about to go sit on his lap, he exploded.
"Look! Sammy said if I came over here, I would get fucked," Mel said angrily. "I told him he was crazy. But I came over and what do I get? A piece of cake. Well, I'm not going to..."
"Why didn't you say you wanted to get fucked?" Pat said suddenly.
That stopped Mel cold. He stared at Pat. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his skinny neck.
Pat and Sammy laughed.
"Sorry," Pat said. "We couldn't help teasing you."
"Yeah," Sammy said. "Pat said she'd like to fuck you. Didn't you, Pat?"
Pat was already unbuttoning her blouse. And Mel was watching in a fever of passion.
Pat slipped the blouse off. Then she stood up and began unfastening her skirt. When she dropped the skirt around her feet, she was left with only a sheer pair of panties.
"Well, you aren't going to fuck me with your clothes on, are you?" Pat asked.
"Un, no," Mel said.
He stood and began undressing. Then Pat removed her panties.
Sammy was proud of his sister. Mel was staring hungrily at her sexy body. So was Sammy, even though it was a common sight for him.
Now Mel was naked too. He looked pretty silly, standing in the middle of the room, his stiff prick protruding from his loins.
Pat fell back onto the couch. She landed in a very sexy pose. Reclining, she let her thighs fall open. With one arm on the back of the couch and one resting on her stomach, she looked like pure lust itself.
"Come here," she said to Mel, who had remained frozen like a horny statue in the middle of the room. But she didn't have to ask him twice. He ran to the couch and the naked girl.
Sammy watched his friend leap into his sister's arms. Mel's horniness showed in his hurried awkward way of grabbing Pat's tits. Sammy was glad he no longer suffered from that horrid condition.
Still, Sammy was anxious to get his own hands on a girl. He wondered what happened to Sue.
Mel and Pat began wrestling on the couch. First, Mel sat beside her. Then he was on top of her. Now, she was on top of him.
Mel had his face bouncing from tit to tit on Pat's chest. After sucking those ripe fruits for a while, he began to slide down Pat's body.
Before long, Mel was kneeling on the floor between Pat's legs. He had her ass hanging off the edge of the couch and was nibbling his way up one of her thighs to her cunt.
Sammy had to admire Mel when he saw how he went right for Pat's cunt with his tongue. Sammy hadn't been so eager to eat pussy.
"Oh-h-h-h!" Pat cried as she looked over at her brother. "Hey, Sammy! Mel is good at eating cunt. Almost as good as you."
"Eh, eh, eh." Mel laughed, with his tongue sticking up Pat's pussy.
Sammy watched his sister's reaction to Mel's cunt lapping. He was getting eager for Sue to show up.
"I wonder when Sue will get here," he said. "Hey, does she really..." Mel began asking. But before he could say another word, Pat shoved his face back into her crotch.
"Don't stop," she said.
"Dof-f-f-f-f," Mel mumbled as his mouth was suddenly full of wet pussy again.
Pat lifted her legs. She grabbed her feet with her hands to hold her legs up. But she soon let go of her feet so she could massage her tits.
"Hey, let me do that for you," Sammy offered.
He got up and went to the couch. Then, sitting beside his sister, he put one arm around her and grabbed her tits with his hands. Pat held her feet again.
It was nice to feel his sister's firm tits after watching her and Mel. And it was interesting looking down at Mel between her thighs.
"You don't mind, do you, old buddy?" Sammy said.
"Uh uh," Mel said.
But now Mel was looking up at Sammy, amazement in his eyes. Sammy remembered he hadn't told Mel that he'd been fucking is own sister. Well, it's good for Mel to get surprised every now and then, Sammy thought.
"You can still fuck her, Mel," Sammy said. "I just wanted to hold her tits for a while. Gee, I wonder what's keeping Sue?"
Mel seemed to get used to the idea of eating a chick while her brother felt her tits. In any case, he was lapping Pat's twat eagerly.
"Uh-h-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h!" Pat began moaning.
As Sammy embraced his sister, her body went stiff with lust from the lapping her cunt was getting. It was fun for Sammy. But he was getting impatient.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat cried. "Fuck me, Mel! Fuck me!"
Sammy decided it was time to fade into the background again. As Mel climbed up on the couch, up onto Pat's body, Sammy went back to the chair.
Mel mounted Pat. Together they guided his cock into her twat. Then, just as they began pumping their hips, the doorbell rang.
"That must be Sue now," Sammy said out loud, even though no one was paying attention to him.
He ran to the door and opened it. When he saw Sue standing there, his prick nearly tipped through his pants.
"Come in," he said.
"Well, I must be late," Sue said when she saw Mel and Pat on the couch.
"No, you're right on time," Sammy said. "They couldn't wait."
Sue walked right over to Mel and Sue. She knelt down and put her face to Pat's. Mel seemed to notice her for the first time. He lifted his head from where it had been buried in Pat's neck. He looked at Sue, but his ass kept rising and falling.
"Hi, honey," Sue said to Pat, then kissed her on the mouth.
"You must be Mel."
Mel couldn't believe what was happening. The poor guy had had some shocks this evening! But he seemed to be handling it all right. At least he was still fucking Pat with an even rhythm.
"Come on, Sue," Sammy said. "Let's get undressed."
Sammy was already pulling off his clothes. Sue began stripping too.
Mel was watching Sue undress as he fucked Pat. Strange how guys are so eager to see naked women, even when they're already fucking.
Sammy was naked. Sue was hopping up and down on one foot while she tried to pull off one sock -- the last garment on her. Sammy went to her so she could hold onto him as she tugged off her sock.
Not only was Sue slim, she was short too. As Sammy took her into his arms, his prick pressed into the middle of her belly. Her little tits pressed into his belly. He had to bend his head down to kiss her while she tilted her head up.
After kissing for a minute or so, Sammy began to sink to the floor. When he was sitting on the floor in front of Sue, her cunt was at just the right level, opposite Sammy's nose.
Sue knew what he wanted. She spread her legs. Sammy leaned forward.
Eating Sue's cunt while she stood over him gave the experience an exotic flavor.
"Um-m-m-m-m," Sue said. "I love the way you eat me. You do it as well as most dykes."
Sammy was flattered. He pulled Sue forward so he could get his tongue up her tunnel. She was standing with her hips thrust forward. Her shoulders were leaning back for balance. Still she had to lean on Sammy to keep from falling, especially when she began shaking with hot passion.
With his head bent back, Sammy probed Sue's twat. Her thin legs trembled at his sides.
Meanwhile, Pat began howling on the couch. Mel was sending her into a fit of ecstasy.
"That Mel really can fuck," Sue said.
Sammy looked up Sue's body to her face. He could see that she was watching the action on the couch. Sammy wished he could watch too.
The noises and moans from the couch died down. Sammy knew that Mel and Pat had finished, and he guessed that they were now watching him. When he looked up Sue's body again and saw her reach for her tits, he could tell she was showing off for Pat and Mel.
Sammy liked the idea of being watched. He decided to make a real show of his cunt lapping.
So he reached between Sue's legs, then up to her back. Lifting his arms further, Sue felt her feet lift from the floor. She started falling backwards. Sammy didn't let her fall, though. He held her with his arms and gently lowered her to the floor.
Now Sue's legs were hanging over Sammy's shoulders, her shoulders and head resting on the floor. And, naturally, her crotch was still pressed to Sammy's face.
But Sammy wasn't finished showing off yet.
He stood up, lifting Sue completely off of the floor. She was hanging upside down in front of him. Sammy held his arms around Sue's body as he kept eating her pussy. His prick stuck out along the side of her head.
Sammy carried Sue to a chair that way. Lowering her into the chair, he rested her head and shoulder on the seat, then stood there eating the upside-down girl.
Gradually, Sue began to shake and moan. And the more she did, the faster Sammy's tongue worked. He had her howling with the ecstasy of an orgasm within minutes.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" Sue cried.
Watching her tiny body squirming like a fish on a line as she hung upside-down in front of Sammy was a spectacular thrill.
When Sue had stopped her gyrations and howling, Sammy lowered her to the floor, where she lay gasping.
"Wow, Sue!" Mel said. "And I just thought you liked just chicks."
"Yeah, yeah!" Sue said. "Everybody thinks that. But... well, there's no point in explaining when I can show you."
With that, Sue got up and went over to Mel. He was sitting beside Pat, his prick beginning to revive.
Sue climbed right up on him. Squatting over his lap, she put her arms around his neck and lowered her crotch to his prick.
"Come on," Sue said. "Stick it in me."
Mel was surprised at Sue's aggressiveness. But he was trying to get his prick up her pussy. With that naked sexpot hanging from his neck, Mel had no trouble getting his prick hard again.
"Yeahhhhh," Sue said in a deep voice as she felt Mel's cock entering her cunt.
Sammy watched the girl slide down Mel's prick like a fireman down a pole. But in this case, the pole was disappearing inside of her!
As soon as Mel's prick was deeply lodged in Sue's twat, she began moving up and down. The muscles in her skinny legs worked hard, lowering and raising her hips.
"Uh-h-h-h-h-h!" Sue moaned.
With her cunt still tender from the lapping Sammy had given it, Mel's prick was having an especially profound effect. And Mel's cock was still tingling from fucking Pat, so his pleasure was heightened too.
Sammy wanted to grab his sister. But he was too fascinated with Sue and Mel fucking to do anything but watch.
Sue was going wild on Mel's fat prick. But her legs began to give out. She lost her rhythm a few times. So Mel grabbed her by the ass with his big hands. Then he bounced her up and down on his cock as though she was a rag doll -- she didn't weigh much more than one.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h, oh-h-h-h-h!" Sue cried, with a wavering of her high-pitched voice.
Sue began coming. She was clawing Mel's neck and shoulders, and her head was thrown back. Sexual rapture racked her frail body.
But Mel had just come a few minutes earlier. So he kept bouncing the skinny girl on his cock for quite a while. Sammy and Pat began to worry that Sue was getting too much. Could she overdose on fucking?
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Sue moaned loudly.
Sue was being bounced so furiously that her tiny tits began shaking. It was as though Mel was jerking off with Sue's body rather than his hand. As Sammy watched in awe, he was sure he had never moved his own fist with as much speed as Mel was bobbing Sue's body up and down.
"Oh-h-h!" Mel groaned.
The first signs of Mel's orgasm were welcomed by Sammy and Pat. Although they loved watching Mel fucking Sue, they were concerned for the poor girl.
"Uh-h-h-h!" Mel groaned. "Ah-h-h-h-h!"
But Mel's orgasm was still slow in blooming. And by this time, Sue had gone limp. Her arms had let go of Mel and were flopping up and down with her vigorous bouncing. Her head lolled about on her neck as though it might fall off at any second.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!" Mel hollered loudly. "Oh-h-h-h-h!"
There could be no doubt now that Mel was coming. And if he hadn't come at that second, Sammy and Pat were ready to rescue Sue. They had begun giving each other worried glances.
Now they let Mel complete his orgasm. But as soon as he did, Sammy and Pat went to Sue. They grabbed her just before she slumped to the floor. Mel was reclining on the couch, his head fallen back, his arms limp at his sides.
"Are you all right?" Pat asked Sue.
Sue seemed unconscious. Sammy slapped her cheek lightly to revive her. But she seemed almost dead. Sammy felt a wave of fear in his heart. If he had let his friend fuck this poor little girl to death, he was going to be in big trouble!
"Sue! Sue!" Sammy said as he slapped the girl's face.
"Wow, what a fuck!" Sue said as she came around. "God! That was the best fuck I..."
She was too breathless to continue. But the message was clear. Sammy felt ridiculous for being worried. And when he looked at Mel, he saw the broad smile of bliss on his face.
Now that they knew Sue was all right, more than all right -- in a state of perfect sexual satisfaction -- Sammy and Pat wanted to try to equal that fuck.
While Mel and Sue rested from the fucking of the century, Sammy and Pat embraced. Standing in the middle of the room where the recovering fuckers could watch them, they kissed.
Sammy filled his hands with his sister's tits. Pat reached down and grabbed her brother's cock. Then they slowly sank to the floor together.
"Isn't it exciting to see a brother and sister doing that?" Sue asked Mel.
Mel agreed. And hearing them made Sammy and Pat more eager than ever.
Pat put her face to Sammy's crotch. And with her hair thrown over her shoulder so she wouldn't obstruct the view, she began sucking him.
Sammy grabbed one of his sister's thighs and pulled her around so he could eat her cunt. With traces of Sue's cunt juice still on his face, Sammy began sucking Pat's twat.
Sammy tried to twist Pat's hips so Sue and Mel could see as much as possible. But he needn't have bothered as far as Sue was concerned. She got right down on the floor with them. Her face hovered near the action, watching like a referee. Following her example, Mel came close too.
Sammy and Pat ate each other at a tasteful pace. Even though they were being watched, they didn't lose their heads.
Slowly, they brought each other to a twitching, grunting level of ecstasy. Then, Pat first with Sammy not far behind, they began to come.
"M-m-m-m-m," Pat hummed on her brother's prick.
Sammy was grunting into Pat's cunt.
"They're coming," Sue announced. "Isn't it beautiful?"
"Yeah! Look how Pat's legs are shaking!" Mel said.
It was a bit weird to hear a running commentary on your sucking and coming, Sammy knew. But he cherished it. It was one of those things you would never dream of when thinking of the pleasures of an orgy.
"Glub," Pat said as she swallowed her brother's load.
Although Pat had come first, her orgasm lasted until Sammy's had died. She wound up holding onto his prick with both hands as she moaned from the continued lashing her cunt was getting.
Just as Pat began to relax, a sound was heard at the window.
"Somebody's out there!" Sue said.
Sammy noticed that Sue wasn't alarmed. If anything, she sounded excited. But Sammy was concerned. He didn't want the word to get back to his parents that there was an orgy going on in their living room.
Sammy went to another window and peered out.
"There's a bunch of kids out there," he said. "Hey, it's Larry and Ron! And Charlie too! And somebody else! And Dave!"
"Really?" Sue asked eagerly.
"What are they doing here?" Pat asked.
"Hey, Mel," Sammy said accusingly. "Did you bring all these guys over?"
"No!" Mel said a little too defensively. "I didn't bring them."
"You didn't bring them, but you told them to show up, right?" Sammy said.
"No. That is, I might have said that I was coming here," Mel said. "But I didn't tell them to come."
"No, you just said there would be some girls here to fuck," Sammy said.
"Oh, stop arguing and let them in," Pat said. "Yeah, bring them in!" Sue yelled. "Yahoo!" Sammy wasn't at all sure that he wanted to share these two chicks with the whole gang. But he couldn't very well keep them out if the girls wanted to invite them in. At least Sammy knew he would be their hero.
So he went to the door and opened it. Sticking his head out, he called to the boys. It seemed that less than one second passed between his inviting them in and their rushing into the room.
Five horny kids were suddenly standing in the middle of the room, gawking at the naked girls.
"Hi," the girls said happily.
In another second, the girls were out of sight, buried under the boys' bodies.
Shirts and pants flew through the air as the boys stripped. Then asses began bobbing as they swarmed over the naked girls.
Sammy and Mel looked at each other. Then they settled down to watch. They were too spent to do anything else to the girls for a while anyhow.
But they began to wish they still had the girls to themselves when they saw what the gang was doing to them.
After all, what kid could remain calm while watching one guy fucking a chick while another guy stuck his prick into her mouth? And when the girl was your own sister you'd been fucking, it was an even more powerful sight.
But what was happening to Sue was even better. Ron and Larry had her sandwiched between them. Ron had his prick up her cunt while Larry was fucking her up the ass. How anyone could get their prick up that tiny girl's tight asshole, Sammy couldn't imagine. But he was seeing it with his own eyes.
The gang of boys was like a tornado. They devastated the girls quickly, then they were gone.
"God, I must have a quart of gism in me!" Sue said.
"Yeah, me too," Pat said. "And that's only up my ass. There's another two quarts in my pussy!"
In another second, Mel and Sammy were fucking the girls again. Watching the gang-bang had made them horny. And now they knew that there was no cure for their horniness. The only time they could be free of that enslavement was when they had their pricks up a cunt.
So they were going to keep their cocks busy as much as possible.
